Money Heist (La casa de papel)

God!

No, it isn't going down. Give me another.

- Please, please! - Another one!

Another shot!

Come on, come on, come on.

What's going on?

Okay, he's better, he's better.

He's fine.

How much time is left?

Five seconds.

Doors are unlocked. Everyone, get ready. Come on!

Get ready! Masks on, now!

Smoke! Now!

Silence!

Fuck, be quiet!

It's only smoke.

Not yet. Hold on.

Helicopters, descending in 30 seconds.

Now! We're going out. Come on!

Now. Fast. Everyone out.

Come on. We're going out.

Everyone out. Fast, fast, fast.

Come on! Out!

Come on, come on! Out!

Fast!

What the fuck?

We can't enter through there.

We have to abort.

I don't care about the balconies. If they have the hostages there,

we'll knock down the main door.

Armored units, move forward!

Come on, come on! The bad guys are at the door.

I'll open the door and you'll get out, arms raised high with these boxes.

Is that what you think, orphan?

Fuck.

They're opening the doors.

All the better. Let's enter with all we have. Now!

I'm telling you to get out there.

Nobody moves.

Get out there, now!

The special forces are arriving. Nobody move.

What are you going to do?

Are you going to shoot us, like your daddy was shot?

Nobody move!

Denver! What are you doing?

Denver!

What are you doing, Denver?

And brother, here's the big surprise. The one you're already thinking about.

White flag!

White flag!

White flag!

What is he doing?

What is he doing?

White flag!

White flag!

Target confirmed.

Denver!

I have the target in sight. He's in my line of fire.

Requesting permission to shoot.

Requesting permission to shoot. I repeat, requesting permission to shoot.

A state can accept that they had to deploy the army on the streets.

A state can allow you to go into the national reserve and steal the gold,

but there's something they can't allow happen.

A state can't tolerate you getting to their secrets.

If we get those red boxes out, and they see them,

it will only take them a second to realize what we have in our hands,

and they'll be ours.

Those sons of bitches.

Because in those 24 boxes,

there are the secrets from the Ministry of the Interior,

Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Intelligence, and how they spend the reserve fund.

The sewers of the state!

All those things the system can't allow to go public,

or they'd go down the drain where their own shit is hidden.

Sons of bitches!

Stop the assault!

I repeat. Abort. Respect the white flag and withdraw.

Is it possible for those cocksuckers to dive inside the chamber?

I don't know, Colonel.

- I don't know. - For God's sake!

Yes!

Yes!

Gay sex is the best in the world, and do you know why?

It's obvious.

Because there are no women.

You aren't homosexual, you're misogynistic.

- How were you not born in a cauldron? - No, ma'am.

Don't mistake misogyny with biology. They're facts. It's very simple.

We, men, need to get rid of our poison.

Every few hours, we need to boom boom.

Later, we reject the body that we spilled it onto.

It doesn't matter which body, we can't help but to reject it.

Then, we say, ciao.

Boom, boom, ciao.

- Beautiful. - Homosexual sex.

Sex between women is also homosexual.

Boom, boom, ciao. Two men meet and they relieve each other.

Boom, boom, ciao. They don't even know each other's names. Wonderful.

Do you know what's wonderful?

The fantastic fucks women can enjoy.

And we can do it ten times in succession...

- Or more. - And multiple orgasms.

We can cum for hours, not in five seconds.

I'm not saying that God didn't give you the possibility of feeling pleasure,

saying that would be misogynistic.

I am simply saying you don't need it.

- In that case... - It's not as organic a need

as it is for men. Let me explain myself.

The world is full of saunas where men meet and relieve each other.

Public parks, public toilets, where we find each other and do the deed.

It's seminal altruism.

Where are those saunas for women?

- We don't need them. - You don't?

- Of course not. - They don't exist.

Where are the public toilets where you rub your tits? They don't exist.

I'm going to tell you why, and it's controversial.

That's because female sex is conditioned by procreation.

In some way or another, you're looking for a man to exchange genes.

To form a family, which is revolting.

You have too many things in your head.

We have only one. Ejaculate.

That's why we do. Boom, boom, ciao.

Boom, boom, ciao. Boom, boom, ciao.

Gay sex!

Boom, boom, ciao.

Look, your theory is fucking shit, but the rhythm is catchy.

No.

- Boom, boom, ciao. - I'm out of here.

Boom, boom, ciao.

- Professor! - Boom, boom, ciao.

- Come on, Professor. - Boom, boom, ciao.

Professor!

Boom, boom, ciao.

Boom, boom, ciao.

- Boom, boom, ciao. - Let your hair down, Professor!

- Let your hair down, Professor! - Boom, boom, ciao.

Boom, boom, ciao.

Boom, boom, ciao.

Good night.

I can leave, if you want. No problem.

Okay.

We have to be practical, Helsinki.

You were good. You're a titan. That's true, I can say that.

But we're professionals.

Not like the rest of the idiots in this gang, right?

Right.

Can you imagine going in there carrying an emotional backpack?

It's absurd, don't you think? We pumped out our poison.

We did the boom, boom. And now...

Now, ciao.

No backpack.

Well, now we're blood brothers.

Brothers, pals, something like that. Aren't we?

Yes, brothers.

What's wrong?

It's better I sleep here.

Tomorrow is a big day.

He fucked you and kicked you out.

What a disgusting asshole!

- Between men, that's the way. - You're not like that.

I've traveled the world with you, and you're a teddy bear, darling.

And if you could spend the next 12 hours cuddling him, you'd prefer that.

We're colleagues. Brothers.

You're not his brother!

Helsinki!

You have to love yourself more.

And get over that disrespectful asshole.

The next time he tells you, boom, boom, you tell him, ciao.

And that he can stick his boom-boom up his ass.

Okay.

Helsi.

Are you in love?

Brothers.

Damn.

There are weird days.

You should be in an important meeting,

but a while ago, you were clinically dead and dressed as a diver.

You're still wearing the neoprene,

and you really don't know if you're dead or alive.

You feel as if you had the biggest hangover in the world, and you wonder...

Is this hell?

What did I do wrong? You didn't do anything wrong.

Well, the same as everyone else.

Being in the wrong place...

at the worst time of all.

Governor?

Governor?

Governor?

Governor!

Your heart almost exploded.

We injected enough Diazepam in you for a whole family. Please lie down.

I'm perfectly fine.

Easy, easy.

Be careful.

Be careful.

If you're feeling fine,

come with me. I'm going to show you what a beauty we've built.

Come, Governor. Look.

Look. What do you smell? Smell!

What's the smell?