Money Heist (La casa de papel)

STOP FRAUD

TRAITORS

They're attacking the bank.

They're attacking the bank.

Seal off the building!

I repeat, seal off the building!

Red protocol, sealing the doors. I repeat,

we're sealing the bank doors.

Everyone, put on your vests. All of you!

And then the Bank of Spain will be sealed.

Even when sealed off,

the building is very big, Professor.

Too many windows, not enough men.

We can't defend the whole thing.

Good point, Helsinki.

A really good point, but...

this building...

has its own secrets.

This is the part of the Bank of Spain that interests us.

The structure is covered with concrete walls

and steel sheets 180 centimeters thick.

From the outside,

it is a true safe.

From the inside, it's an impenetrable fort.

Once red protocol is activated, nobody, and I mean nobody,

will be allowed to go in or out for one hour.

That's the time we need to obtain a key piece

for stage two of our plan.

What piece?

The Governor of the Bank of Spain.

He'll be in his office,

escorted by five personal bodyguards

with a poor sense of humor.

I call that the ghost train.

Everyone knows something weird is going on

and things will jump out,

but no one really knows from where.

Governor, sir, I'm Lieutenant Lorenzo.

You must come with us.

We need to evacuate you immediately.

Thank you, Amanda.

For now, I'm not leaving my office.

Sir.

It's a direct order from General Salas Núñez.

- It comes from above. - I received it,

but I'm not following it.

I'm not leaving the Bank until the last employee has left.

So, if you want to protect me,

you'll have to sit down and wait.

Coffee, anyone?

Amanda, if you please.

Come in, come in.

At that moment, I wondered what Nairobi might be thinking.

I only had one thought my mind.

To draw my gun and rain hell down on them.

Get some rest.

Take a seat.

May I ask what regiment you belong to?

We're airborne sappers

from BRIPAC,

sixth brigade.

With demining missions in Mali, Lebanon,

Afghanistan.

There were five bodyguards.

We had two guns each,

so we could each take out two men.

It was still one too many.

Very risky business.

By the way,

how do you deactivate an anti-personnel mine?

It depends.

There are many types of mines

and each one has a different mechanism.

There are the Green Parrots, the Butterfly, the PMF1...

Some are activated by methods

that would defuse others.

Some explode due to movement.

Some...

explode when being opened. Some even explode

when you get too close to them.

May I go to the toilet?

By all means. You can use mine.

Excuse me.

Amanda, if you please.

This way.

The worst are the Russian.

The Professor had prepared us for any event.

But let's be honest.

Theory is one thing.

The actual action, another.

Go!

Move!

You'll be safe here.

Nothing to worry about among writers and poets.

Stay calm.

Hands in the air.

Like this. Like in a robbery.

Come on.

Very good.

Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Palermo.

And I have two pieces of news for you.

Good and bad.

The bad one is that the Bank of Spain is under attack.

The good one...

We are the attackers!

Keep calm! Keep calm!

Keep calm!

Everyone, keep calm!

VP13.

VP13?

They have an electronic fuse

controlled by a seismic sensor.

Touch them...

and you're fucked.

Afghanistan was full of them.

I see you're well trained.

Sir, do not move.

Are you OK, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant!

Governor, sir...

Now you must come with us.

Get up.

Come with me.

What are you doing?

Don't move.

Guns down!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Well...

This doesn't look good for either of us.

Let's call it quits.

Quits? You think we've reached a draw?

You won't shoot the governor,

but I'll do this bitch in.

I'll do it.

Gandía!

Release the girl.

Calm down, Amanda.

It's okay.

- Gandía, release the girl. - No.

I don't want anyone harmed. That is an order.

Gandía, release the girl!

I'm going with them.

And I don't want you to do anything.

That's right.

I don't know what you want, but there's no way out.

Then we stay.

Fire!

Shit!

What the fuck!

Shit!

What just happened?

What just happened?

- Shit! Okay... - What are you doing?

They're going down. We need to go up.

- We're going down. - Going down?

If we stay here, they shoot us. Better to get out.

Let's gate-crash it, Tokyo style.

Shit's about to hit the fan.

Now you belong to our wonderful hostage family.

We'll enjoy some days of complete disconnection.

Take the masks and put them on, please.

Put the fucking masks on!

So that nobody feels inclined to be a hero,

hand in your mobile phones to my mate, Denver.

Let's do it this way.

Raise your hands if you're parents.

Okay.

We'll tag your mobile phones in red,

so you can make one phone call a day.

Where's that coming from, moron?

Because I say so and I'm the hostage coordinator.

Did you take a course?

Are you daddy of the year?

Hand in your mobile phones now!

What about this white strawberry?

Oh, my God! You're such a snob, Tokyo!

He's such a cutie.

What's his name?

Ask his father.

Cincinnati.

No, come on!

The love of my life seated here

wanted Cynthia when we thought he was a girl.

However...

They misread the ultrasound.

- Why? - I only had the first one done.

Do you remember where that was?

- Yes. - In Sulawao.

- In Sulawesi. - Sulawesi.

- Sulawesi. - That one.

It looked like a filthy bike garage.

Unbelievable!

And we never went back.

They took a bullet out of me during the war in a tractor garage.

- You never told me that, cub. - For real.

- Where? - In the ass. Wanna see?

- No... - No!

Show them your pet, come one, Helsi.