Money Heist (La casa de papel)

No, no. I am not getting inside there.

Take the bottle.

That's a mousetrap. We won't get out of there.

That's our entrance. We'll do it through hard work.

What the fuck is that smell?

They must have thrown pesticide in there.

Bleach and toxic substances for humans. I'm not going in.

- It's just water. - Yes, toxic water.

Sit down, come on.

I'll sit down, but I won't go in.

Let's go.

It's easier to train in a swimming pool, but our job isn't in a fucking pool.

It will be a lot harder than this.

And way scarier than getting in there.

I'm not afraid.

You're shitting your pants.

And it's because you're a father now.

Look.

I agree with you there, Bogotá.

You were so reckless before, and you can't do that anymore.

In the past, when shit happened, I was the only one fucked up by it.

You know that.

Now, I don't want to do certain things.

For example, getting inside a cistern.

I don't want to.

Do you know what it means to be a good father?

I don't know anymore.

Behaving in the exact same way when you weren't a father.

Of course, and leave the after-party still high in the morning.

If you like to get high on Wednesdays, you have to keep doing it.

Come on!

You have to, or you will end up hating your son.

And that would really make you a bad father. Believe me.

Oh, my God. Do you know what you can do, Bogotá?

You can write a novel.

Yes.

How to be a father without getting clean.

You don't have kids, do you?

I have seven.

The next one will come with a prize.

This is Emilio, the oldest. He lives in Venezuela. Julián, he's in DF.

He is growing a mustache. He calls me dude.

This bastard's a riot. Erik, in Iceland.

Hanna, in Finland. Violinist.

She's a beauty.

Drazen in Montenegro. He's fucking dull.

Yaris, in Thessaloniki, a real character.

Ivanna. Bad-tempered as hell,

but she's an artist. She lives in Odessa.

Seven.

And the next one with a prize.

Sometimes I'm embarrassed for you.

Hey! I take care of all of them.

But I don't stop being me.

Do I go to their school plays

or the games of whatever sport they play in Iceland?

No, I don't.

But I do randomly show up after six months

and I don't ask them for anything. Not even a hug or their love.

But they jump on me and cover me with kisses.

Why?

I don't know why.

Because I'm their fucking father.

Their father.

You can't deny your own DNA.

Never.

If you were a robber, you're still one.

And if you used to risk your life,

keep risking it.

My babies, my babies...

Look what I brought.

A sweet set of earring for myself.

See?

Golden, golden! Sweet gold!

You want them for yourself, don't you?

- Give them to me. - Here, here.

You've never seen anything like it.

Let's go to work.

We're not done yet.

Open the door for Bogotá.

Come on. The worst is in the past.

Now the fun begins.

You look hot in that neoprene.

What?

Your butt looks smoking hot in that tight suit.

What's going to be real tight is the skin from your balls.

Rude fuck.

I am not laughing.

Why do you talk to me like that?

Why?

Here on this job, I am your boss.

Yes, boss. I'm sorry.

Let's not disrespect each other.

Change the bottle!

And you...

Hurry up, come on!

I want those ovens working ASAP.

And the smoke extractors connected.

We're going to melt all the gold from the fucking national reserve.

And you! The lance and the bathyscaphe.

Absolute priority.

And don't ruffle my feathers again.

Hurry up, gentlemen! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Enjoy yourselves!

Let's earn our sandwiches! Come on!

The first time I heard one could make fire underwater

was in the Monastery of San Giovanni.

I thought it was as improbable as the fact that I was there,

listening to Gregorian chants.

But when I was told it was possible thanks to the oxygen bubbles covering the fire,

I thought it was a beautiful way of blowing up what we went there for.

A safe in which no one could have gotten into with all those gold bars.

They entered by impersonating the First Squad of BRIPAC's Sixth Company.

The real one arrived a few minutes later.

Well, fuck me...

They got us good.

They have everyone tapped.

We have to take out everything that can be bugged.

Anything that can connect to a network and our phones!

Colonel, let's think about it. The procedure is to do a sweep.

They can't have everything bugged.

They can hijack whatever they want. They have a billion euros!

Do you know the budget of UIT?

Sixteen million. And the whole CNI?

282 million! 282 million against a billion.

They could tap into the intern's phone!

We only have proof that they've intercepted communications...

These guys even have pictures of your dick, Ángel!

They even have pictures of that mole you have on your balls.

Do you want to say hi? I'm sure they have your mic activated.

Colonel Tamayo, the usual procedure is to do a sweep.

Everyone, pay attention!

Don't turn on any device that hasn't been

in a box for at least six months. Not even an Olivetti.

There are no secure networks, not even the army's or the ministry's.

Total blackout.

And I want all your phones in this bin.

Now!

If you want to call your mommy, go to a pay phone.

In less than a minute, we'll be blind and deaf.

Come on, your turn!

He has just fucked us up good.

He's skipping all the protocols.

It's illegal to confiscate phones without a court order.

Damn!

This changes everything.

Our techs will analyze them and return them to you

- as soon as possible. - Let me think.

Antoñanzas, didn't you hear me?

I'm deleting some private things.

It will only be 30 seconds, sir.

For God's sake! We all know you're seeing Marisol.

Twenty seconds.

Alert level 5. The CNI's security system is down.

The defense staff's been bugged and the computers infected

with an unknown virus!

The last thing UIT is going to do is read the chat you use to jerk off.

Give me your fucking phone!

For God's sake!

I want a screen with the time that's left before the bank's security gates open.

Come on!

You!

Done.

The gauze.

Yes.

We're almost done.

Done.

Palermo.

Palermo, it's urgent.

Professor. It's Tokyo.

How is Palermo?

Operational, sir.

Listen. They've found out we have them tapped.

We have to accelerate everything and remain calm.

Calm?

You can be calm because you're in the van.

We're surrounded by Spain's army here. We don't know when they will enter.

We don't know through which entrance.

Has Bogotá started?

Yes. He's been down there for a while.

Drilling that door will take longer than an hour. Maybe more than two.

Professor, how much time is left?

- Fourteen minutes. - What?

He fucked us and he knows it.

I would try another move.

I even have doubts about Prieto.

But Tamayo is going to skip all the protocols.

What does that mean?

It means they're going in as soon as the doors are unlocked.

Good.

Then we have no option but to use the dolphin. Right?

Exactly. Do you have it?

Yes.

Flipper is here with us.

Colonel, radiofrequency waves are coming in and out of the bank.

Shortwave signals.

I want to hear them.

What the fuck is that?

It sounds like an encrypted radio system.

Once inside, the big question is...