Money Heist (La casa de papel)

SUNDAY 03:15 PM

53 HOURS OF ROBBERY

"Known for perpetrating numerous robberies at jeweller’s and luxury shops,

Andrés de Fonollosa is also responsible for other sexual offences."

What a curriculum!

Andrés de Fonollosa.

Who would have thought?

Such a refinement

and that stick you seem to have stuck up your bottom.

In the end, it turns out to be that you like whores.

"In particular, being part of a ring of women trafficking

brought in from eastern Europe, from Albania and Bulgaria,

to be sold later..."

Did you also taste the Bulgarian women, eh, before selling them?

"Procuring, extortion of minors,

-deprivation of liberty..." -Minors?

-..."as well as the previously mentioned." -Minors?

-..."arm robbery." -Minors.

"Amongst them, the attempted robbery of a well-known jeweller’s shop

in Vendôme square."

You’re a pig.

Can you tell me why that girl is in your office, tied up?

What are going to do with her, piece of scum?

"According to the latest news, Fonollosa has eluded

this last charge thanks to his cooperation as an informant."

Ah, and a snitch, too...

"...identified by the police together with Silene Oliveira..."

I would never sell women. And much less I would be a pimp.

My ethics code doesn’t let me do it.

The same way it stops me from telling on a colleague,

despite being such a human waste.

And that’s nothing to do with my tastes and my likings, Nairobi.

If you say so.

"...the robbers’ spokesperson.

A fingerprint from Andrés de Fonollosa has been found

on a button that the officers found in a Seat Ibiza linked to the investigation.

-Specialized police units..." -I’ve never been inside that car.

"...in search for new traces of DNA that can provide some clues..."

But I know who did.

What’s the matter?

What the fuck are you doing with my jacket, piece of crap?

Fuck you, son of a bitch.

Fucking hell.

Tell me, Nairobi, do you know where Denver is?

No.

A bit calmed and slow, aren’t we? Is it still like this?

Shall I help you?

The sooner we finish the whole, the sooner will get out of here.

Are you tired of being here?

Well.

-This can bore anyone. -You’re bored with 67 hostages,

firing your M-16 and the cops outside the door. Is that why?

Is that why you tried to bite that poor lamb’s neck?

And you started kissing her, while she was scared to death.

What the heck was that for?

To provoke you.

You are awfully quiet when you go for a shit.

And what now?

Are you getting bored of Rio?

-Why do you say that? -Because you’re that kind of person.

Am I?

What kind of person?

Of those, one does not want for their son.

Do you remember what happened in Toledo, the day we had paella?

It was the night of San Juan and you went to the street party with no permission.

Yes.

What is it?

-What’s wrong? -Say.

What?

Did you know that there are over 2,000 trillion stars in the sky?

-So, you have counted them all? -Of course, man.

I need some more fun, here.

And I know, Tokyo, I know you keep something similar to this in your room.

-Some. -Yes. We might as well?

-Whoa, Rio! Whoa, Rio! Poor... -Rio, he was ever so drunk.

-Very drunk. -How dru...

Will you give me a puff?

Listen.

Why did you tell me that about the stars earlier on?

I don’t really know, mate, because it’s a nice thing.

All the stars up there, like... I don’t know.

There, in the mountains. I don’t really know why I told you that, mate.

Nothing else?

-Nothing else about what? -I don't know.

That you might mean something else, no?

Something like if you want to fuck with me or something of that sort?

But... would you like to?

-Come off, mate. -What? Piss off!

Piss off!

Dad...

Dad, what are you doing, standing there?

No, nothing. Nothing, I was there and you weren’t...

Where have you been at this time and like that?

Shush.

-We are back from the street party. -Oh, my.

-The street party. -So you went out from here...

-We never went to the street party! -Don’t lie.

We stayed in drinking. Off to bed.

I can’t sleep now.

I can’t sleep, so I’m going to have a drink, okay?

Dad, you nod off quickly.

Dad, look at me, look at me. Off to bed.

Go to bed. Listen to me.

-Have you got at ciggie? -For fuck’s sake!

-Sure. Here you are, have a smoke. -Might as well.

-Have this one. -Come on.

I’m going to the toilet. But, when I’m back, everyone, to their room.

Come on.

-See if you can have some sleep. -See you later, dear.

You!

Couldn’t you see what I was doing with my eyes so you would leave?

Why?

You spoiled all the fun, dad. Fucking shit...

-Eh... Tokyo and you...? -Yes, there. There.

-Yes, she’s hot. -Hot?

She’s gorgeous, dada. She’s gorgeous.

But there’ll be plenty of time. Now you have to focus.

Focus? I haven’t been more focused in all my life.

What you have to focus on. Let’s go to bed.

Fuck me. I’ m not going to sleep in the same bed with you

after almost going to sleep with that goddess.

I’ll sleep in the fucking car.

-No way you’re sleeping in the car? -Shut up.

You always do the same thing, damn, you’re always doing that.

And what’s wrong, I’m not enough for your son?

I think you’re too much.

Because you live your life like a videogame.

Robberies, shooting, lovers.

Adventures...

-Well, yes, I enjoy life. -No.

You enjoy leaping from one stone onto another in mud pools.

And after you leap, the stone sinks in.

You leave dead bodies behind on the hard shoulders.

That’s what you like.

Whose idea was it to rob the security van? Yours or your boyfriend’s?

Yours, wasn’t it?

So now your boyfriend is a dead man.

And so is your mother.

I’m sure that you were aware of how much harm you were doing to your mother.

And now it’s Rio’s turn.

You’re already bored.

On top of that, you touch a young girl up while holding her at gunpoint.

So irresponsible.

Fickle, superficial, selfish.

How do you define yourself?

If we all do our job and it goes badly,

it’s part of the job.

But if it goes bad because a fickle brat

wants to leave urgently, I won’t allow it.

So, start working. We’ve only got 10 days left.

See if once in your life you fucking finish what you have started.

I dozed off, damn it.

-Yes, I was about to wake you up. -Have I been sleeping long?

I don’t know.

The first time I sleep with a girl and when I wake up, she’s still there.

I don’t know where you expected me to go.

I don’t know where you expected me to go.

Inside a whole with a shot wound in my leg and amid a kidnapping.

-I don’t have many options, do I? -What’s wrong?

You needn’t be so rough, I saved your life.

You saved my life?

-Yes. -How did you save my life?

How? Like the Jews in Auschwitz?

When a Nazi pulled them off the queue and they didn’t go to the gas chamber.

I’m not a fucking Nazi, huh? I’m not a fucking Nazi.

I remind you that you stole a mobile phone,

-and I was ordered to kill you. -And what did you do?

Hey, what did you do?

You said no, you stopped him? No.

You shot me in the leg.

You humiliated me before everyone.

And now you have locked me up here, I can’t breathe or go to the toilet.

I go where, in a bucket?

So, don't make a mistake.

You may be the best out of all the Nazis, but you still are not one of them.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t...

It wasn’t my intention to humiliate you.

I don’t quite know what to do... about all this.

I’m going to take you the toilet, okay? Do you agree?

Okay.

Then, let’s go.

Denver!

My friend!

Come here!

Damn it!

Berlin, wait!

Berlin, stop!

Wait, damn it, Berlin!

Listen to me, stop, stop, stop, stop. You’re right!

You’re right.

Denver might have lost the button of your jacket

because he put on your jacket, but, so what?

-You can’t change that. -But I can punish him.

Berlin.

He’s not resting. He’s not at the museum

or the tunnel.

Or the printing house.

He’s probably gone to the street party again?

Relax, guys, I’ll look for him.