Sultans of the South (Sultanes del Sur)

What went wrong?

There's no warning for a shock.

Planning.

Entertaining.

Time.

Deception.

It's being two steps ahead of everyone else.

That's a thief way.

Compassion, love, loyalty... are for the weak.

Because of that, we lost 12 million dollars...

In a day.

SULTANS OF THE SOUTH

Juan Olmeda?

Leonardo Batiz.

We spoke yesterday about opening an account.

Of course, Mr. Batiz, take a seat.

- Thank you. - I've got everything ready.

I'll go get the papers.

Is this walnut?

Yes, that's right. It's walnut.

Can I have some ID, please?

I'd like to change all my accounts to your bank.

May I call you Juan?

Of course, my friend.

In fact, I don't like it when people are so impersonal.

- Everything is so... - Formal.

- Don't you think? - Yes, yes.

Do you have a pen or shall I lend you mine?

Juan, do you have children?

- Excuse me? - Do you have children?

Yes. Two little boys.

Two little boys. What are they called?

- The eldest one is Juan. - Like his father.

Yes. And the second one is Ulises.

Ulises.

- Do you have kids? - No, I don't.

But you do. Two of them.

You should think about having some. They're great.

I can imagine.

Sorry. I don't know if you have a pen.

Dear Juan, today your children might save your life.

Think about your children, Juan.

Hands on the table.

Good.

I don't want you to stop smiling.

And keep your eyes on me. OK?

All right.

Now I want you to open the second drawer on your right.

Very well.

Good, good.

Now... take the card.

No...

not that one.

The other one.

Very well.

Now we're going for a walk.

Are you going to tell me you don't know the code?

Yes, I know it, but if I swipe the card...

I'll set on the alarm.

Why?

I need the assistant manager here with his card.

Otherwise the system...

- How're you doing? - Okay.

And you, sir?

Juan...

doesn't like formalities...

right, Juan?

Oh, sorry.

How are your children, Juan?

Fine.

Oscar, will you help me?

This will have a bad ending and you'll end up in jail.

To threaten a bank robber with jail...

is like threatening a prostitute with a vibrator.

You name any country, and I'll tell you its prison.

To each his own.

You hit the jackpot.

Do you know how much money is in there?

Twelve million five-hundred...

12,540,240 dollars.

You seem to have everything down pat.

Thank you, Juan.

If this had happened any other day...

it would've worked, but not today.

Why not today?

Because they're on top of everything.

The tellers, the cameras...

the guards, everything.

The doors close automatically when the vault is opened.

How are you going to open them?

You tell me.

- All done. - Let's go.

Let's go!

Hello?

Yes.

Threaten you? What for?

I know perfectly well you're not letting us out.

You worry about yourself.

What?

No, no, no. Don't talk to me like that.

No, you son of a bitch. What have I done to you?

Have I done anything to you?

Look, I understand my situation much better than you do.

I know you're trying to come in through the air duct.

I wouldn't recommend it...

unless someone wants to lose an arm...

or their head, or a leg.

I know that as soon as it's dark...

you'll cut off the lights and the air.

And I know it's not humanly possible to open those doors...

unless you authorize it, and I know you won't.

I know all that.

But all that can change, you wanna know why?

Because I've got 31 hostages in here, you hear?

Do you understand?

I told you to turn off your cell phones.

- Why do you get so many calls? - It's just...

It's her birthday.

- How old are you? - Thirteen.

One more thing.

The police! They are inside!

Everybody up.

Slowly.

Slowly.

- Now we'll surely get killed. - You will.

- How're we doing? - You took your time, huh?

- Next time, you dig. - There won't be a next time.

You can say that again.

We knew the baggage check was not a problem.

Airports authorities just look for forbidden substances.

Took the money out of the country was the easy part.

- Good evening. - Hi.

- Thank you. Have a good flight. - Thanks.

You are doing fine, all is so great.

Do everything I tell you...

and you'll see everything will work out perfectly.

Understood.

One last... thank you.

One last thing. I want 12 pizzas.

Is there a half-hour guarantee?

Rub it, Leserio. That must've hurt.

This is the way to do it!

Baby, baby.

- A tequila, straight. - Which brand, sir?

Whatever, sugar.

- Make it two. - No, no. Just one.

One.

We're out of the woods, daddy.

Almost.

No, not almost, Sanchez. We are.

We're flying over Mexican territory.

It was fated. We're off the hook, daddy.

Shit. They sat us in the back, man.

You said you'd shave off your beard when this was done.

It makes me sick that we don't get to travel first class.

- I've never traveled first class. - Me neither.

What? Is it just because we have dark skin?

Thank you, doll. Thanks.

- I don't have dark skin, shorty. - Well, I am dark.

Watch it with the racist comments.

In a few hours, Leserio, you'll be able...

to travel first class for the rest of your life.

Alright?

Why sweat the small stuff?

What are you doing?

Look. Bariloche.

My old man, may he rest in peace, said...

it was the prettiest place in the world.

- Don't you think it's unfair? - What, Bariloche?

Come on, man, the deal.

Look, it's very simple.

Leo planned the whole thing, so he travels first class.

I've no problem with that.

Really?

What about her?

Look, I dug the hole, right?

Which, by the way, I always thought was pretty unfair.

Sure, Shorty can do the dirty work.

What about him?

Just because he's Spanish, has blue blood or what?

And she travels first class...

because the boss is nailing her.

God, you're like a kid.

You're still carrying a torch for the broad...

who ditched you for the boss.

You're the only one who's still...

suffering in silence my friend.

- Carrying a torch? - Yeah.

- Wrong. - Look.

You and I are rich now.

- Yeah? - Calm down.

Everything all right?

- I'm onto you, bro. - You're not.

I know.

Passengers going to Bariloche, this way, please.

- Sir? - Bariloche.

Passengers going to Bariloche, this way, please.

- Sir? - No, no. Buenos Aires.

I need to take a piss.

Why didn't you go on the plane?