- Something wrong? - Uh, some kind of bug.
Well, you know, I learned a technique...
...that debugs everything.
And it works every time.
You unplug it, and you plug it back in again.
Here. Check this out.
Tell your friend to get out of there immediately.
With his hands in the air.
Get outta there, now!
Or you're a dead man!
No. Uh, please don't shoot him.
He's my boyfriend.
We came here because we wanted to make love.
I didn't expect anyone to be at the office.
You see, we don't have our own place yet 'cause of the crazy prices in Paris.
Who the hell are you?
Give me some ID. Make it quick.
- Yeah. Okay. - C'mon!
Whoa, whoa! Drop the gun. Easy. Don't panic.
- You're in enough trouble as it is. - You're gonna make things worse!
Who's gonna make things worse? Who's gonna spend life in jail?
You wanna know who? You are!
In a fucking coffin! Now, get on the floor!
You heard me!
I said, on your fucking knees!
And where do you keep that fucking safe?
MONEY HEIST BERLIN
So, why did we steal 645 euros?
To make it look like a robbery and make them lie on the floor.
And to erase your file, remember?
All I could think of was spending 20 years in jail.
And Berlin, coming to visit with a bottle of champagne.
You're amazing, bookworm. You saved my life.
And I thought you were just good for alarms.
But, damn, when I saw you up there...
One moment, you're turning off alarms. The next, waving a gun like a real killer.
Plus, you got all this cash.
You're a genius, Keila.
That's the second time you call me that.
- I'll start believing it. - You better believe it.
Now that we've spent time together, I'm starting to get to know you.
And all that stuff we talked about...
- Uh, what do you mean? - You know what I mean.
Like shaving down below or... or not shaving.
When I was under the table, I saw everything.
You're pretty furry down there.
What's wrong?
What's wrong? Didn't you see the movie?
We broke every heist rule, held up four people with a gun,
almost killed one of them.
- And all you care about are my panties? - Chill, Keila. It was just a joke. Relax.
You think this is all a joke?
You didn't think I was terrified that I might go to jail?
Or were you too busy looking at my pussy?
You know, usually, I just pity guys like you.
But now, you just disgust me.
You coming or not?
First step, we need some wheels.
Yeah, yeah. An old one without an alarm.
Not this time, Miss Know-It-All.
This time, we need something classy. Serious wheels.
And lucky for us, we're in the chic part of Paris with all the high-end clubs.
- And what about the alarms? - You'll see.
There are lots of ways to steal a car with keys in the ignition.
There are two bouncers.
Time to distract them.
Really? That's your plan?
A little old-school.
Those two gorillas don't look like they were born yesterday.
Well, I guess we're gonna have to be creative.
Follow my lead.
- Hi, guys. - Good evening.
We were hoping to get in for one last drink.
I'm sorry, sir. Madam. We have a strict dress code tonight.
Red only.
We're wearing red.
It's just that you can't see it.
Okay.
On your way.
Hey. I would leave those alone if I were you.
Thank you.
So, let me see.
We've stolen an empty bottle of water and a balloon.
Time for the car?
Exactly.
I picked up these old stones from Eleanor of Avignon.
They deserve to be shown off.
Shit. What the hell are you doing with that?
It's not every day that I get a chance to wear diamonds like these.
Once I had the necklace in my hands,
I knew there and then that I had to wear it.
Don't worry.
Tomorrow, I'll tell Damián that with all the rush and the stress,
I just put it in my pocket by mistake.
I look good, huh?
Put these on.
Gloves and everything.
So no prints.
I'm impressed.
Now what?
Good night. Thanks.
- Are you sure? Was it? - Yeah. It's there.
Not the other side?
Go to the parking exit and wait for me there.
Okay.
Come on. Let's go.
So, where are we going?
Ah, it's a surprise, babe. But trust me. You're gonna love it.
Yes! I love this song!
Fuck!
What's going on with this fucking car?
Hey! Asshole!
End of the line, madam.
Whoo!
Shitheads!
You okay? You all right?
Whoo!
Faster, Roi! Faster!
- Whoo-hoo! - Whoo!
C'mon, Roi! Faster!
Let's go!
Are we really gonna fly?
Well, you will.
But you should give me the necklace.
Wouldn't wanna lose it.
Hey, ladies.
Who's in charge here?
So I told the guy, "No fuckin' way." But he kept insisting.
He wouldn't drop it. A real pain in the ass.
Hey, man.
- So then I said... - Hey!
Any races tonight?
What's he talkin' about?
No idea.
You got the wrong guy. We're just hangin' here with some friends.
Just chillin'. And you're no friend of mine.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
I wouldn't want you thinking that I'm one of your bitches.
I know exactly what's going on here.
I've been to all of them.
The aerodromes in Spain, Belgium, Portugal...
What do you want?
I want the next race.
You'll need 10,000 euros.
Shit. I'm a little bit short on cash.
But I got these wheels.
They're worth much more.
Her shoe size?
I'm a size seven.
You ready?
Faster, Roi! Faster!
Cameron, are you all right?
Cameron?
I'm okay! I'm okay! Go, Roi!
Whoo!
- Roi! - What's wrong? Are you all right?
Roi!
- Cameron! - Roi, stop the car!
What's wrong? What's wrong?
Turn around!
Cameron.
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
I just whipped your ass!
Oh, poor baby girl.
Little baby poop herself?
Poor baby.
What happened?
Back off now, or you're a fuckin' dead man.
Cameron.
Come here. Relax.
I got you. Take it easy. You okay?
I got you. I got you.
You all right? I'm here.
I got you.
- I'm cold, Roi. - You're okay.
- It's okay. - I'm really cold.
I'm here. It's okay.
I'm gonna put you down.
I'm freezing.
It's okay now. I'm sorry. I should never have brought you here.
It was a stupid idea.
It wasn't your fault.
It was fucking amazing up there.
Then suddenly, my phone rang.
Hey. Hey.
Cameron, look at me.
Who called?
My ex-boyfriend.
He was the only boyfriend that I ever had.
Silly me, huh?
And I'm still not over him yet.
So why did he call you now?
Because I called him.
I don't know why.
After the heist, I was feeling confused.
Excited, and at the same time, sad.
Euphoric and...
I guess I needed to share it with someone.
When I called him, it went straight to voicemail.
I freaked out and hung up.
And then you showed up.
And I asked you all that stuff.
Because I knew he was gonna call me back, and I needed to get outta there.
I was so scared.
I was afraid that if I answered his call that I'd go crazy again.
Why? What happened with this guy?
Did he hurt you?
Not at all.
He was wonderful.
What happened?
There's so much I'd have to tell you for you to understand.
We've got lots of time.
No one'll be flying this plane so early in the morning. So?
Okay.
I was really heavy into this band.
Pretty typical for a 15-year-old.
I was constantly listening to their music.
I'd line up for hours to see them play live.
And then, one day,
when they were signing CDs for fans, he offered me a backstage pass.
So, you hooked up with the lead singer?
I had posters of him all over my bedroom. And then, suddenly, we were dating.
I stopped taking the bus to school.
He'd take me on his bike.
I was in heaven.
In the afternoons, we'd do my homework in a bar.
He'd help me.
I swear, I'd never worked that hard. Never.
I just wanted to finish my year, get good grades, pass my exams.
So I could spend all summer with him.
Damn. You must've been freaking out.
All that fame, the traveling, and the fancy hotels?
No. Our life wasn't fancy.
A few trips.
We liked road trips.
I told my father that I was visiting friends to study.
It wasn't true.
I'd run off with him.
We'd head off together in the band's van.
During the concerts, I would watch him from backstage.
And we'd hang out together all night.
And the next morning, we'd watch the sun come up.
We'd have shrimp for breakfast.
- Shrimp? - Yeah. Shrimp.
Can you imagine that?
He even wrote me a song.
And when he sang it at concerts,
and thousands of people sang along,
I knew he was singing to me.
I know that song.
When you fall in love, it's like you're living in a song.
And I was a song.
But I'd forgotten, songs only last three minutes.
13 CALLS
That's when it started falling apart.
I couldn't stand not being with him for more than five minutes.
But he could spend days without seeing me.
I needed him all the time.
And when I couldn't have him, I'd be desperate.
I was like a junkie looking for a fix.
I kept coming back for more.
And you know what the worst thing about breaking up with a musician is?
You can't erase them from the face of the earth.
You go to a bar, they're playing his songs.
You walk down the street, his face is everywhere.
You turn on the radio, he's there.
Like the chorus of a song that keeps repeating,
day after day, night after night.
And all the time, they're playing that same song.
I couldn't get him out of my head.
It was like a nightmare.
And that's when I started doing the crazy stuff.
I gathered all his things.
His posters, his records, his guitar.
The jacket he'd given me.
And I burned it all.
The problem was, I also burned down my place.
And that was when my father realized
that I had become a danger to myself and to all those who were close to me.
Love had driven me crazy.
And that's how you ended up in the mental hospital?
They gave me so many diagnoses.
Psychotic break accompanied by acute paranoia.
Emotional dissociation disorder.
Someone even said I suffered from erotomania.
I'm having a relapse.
Hey.
Cameron?
Listen to me.
That's not gonna happen.
I'll just make it go away with some of that adrenaline you like so much.
What do you mean?
You said you were feeling down?
How 'bout we bring you up?
Okay.
What are you doing?
What the hell?
Are you crazy? Do you know how to drive this?
Roi!
I've never learned about airplanes, but I can drive almost anything.
What do you mean, Roi? That you've seen Top Gun?
So, you pull this, the plane goes up.
I've seen it hundreds of times in the movies.
Let's go.
Okay, let's be serious for a second.
Have you ever done this?
No. Never.
Huh?
Seriously?
I swear.
We're doing 50 miles an hour. What if this bird doesn't fly?
Sixty.
Seventy.
What if you can't land?
It's not funny!
That's the end of the runway. We're gonna crash!
Pull that lever, and... and say your prayers.
Pull up!
Fuck, Roi! Pull up! Come on!
Pull up!
Don't ever do that again. 'Kay?
Not feeling down anymore?
Asshole.
I would've left the loony bin sooner if I was with you.
Good morning, tower.
Alpha 12 here.
Bring on the sun.
Well, time to go, I guess.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Roi...
The necklace.
Morning.
You had a bad night? You don't look so good.
I didn't sleep that well.
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
And what did you think?
Camille, I already told you that I'm not interested in a trivial affair.
You must choose.
Me or him.
And what happens when they finally open the vault?
Surprise!
They'll find no trace of the jewels.
And with no obvious evidence of a break-in,
they'll have to find their suspect elsewhere.
- So? - Are you in your room?
Mm-mm.
Polignac's place is surrounded by police. See them?
- Yeah. I see them. - It looks like he's been arrested.
As of now, he's their main suspect.
You have to make sure that the police have gone
before you contact the transporter.
Got it.
Before the police have time to begin their investigation,
we will have already started our evacuation plan.
Bruce and Keila will be the first to leave, disguised as backpackers.
You will head directly to the bus station.
You will go to Spain via the Pyrenees, carrying three tins with the jewels.
In the bus?
Hmm. Have you ever seen the police searching a bus for a diamond tiara?
No.
So, do you really think they'll stop you to rummage through your backpacks?
Improbable.
After that, it'll be Roi and Cameron's turn.
You will head for the outskirts of Paris to pick up the RV we brought from Spain.
You come pick me up, and we leave as one happy family.
The Gonzalezes.
Martita.
José Luis.
And the head of the family, a widower.
I'll be second to last to leave.
We'll meet up a few blocks from the hotel to avoid arousing suspicion.
And as the captain of the ship, I'll be the last one to leave the hotel.
Berlin will dispose of all the material we used for the heist.
Telescopes, monitors, computers.
He'll organize the pickup with a transporter
and then leave for Spain by train.
It's all going to Australia. To a convent.
Like a donation from a charitable organization.
I have to leave. I need time to think things through.
But... ...we were about to have breakfast.
I just called a cab.
It's already difficult to make up your mind
when you're in love with one person.
Imagine how it is for me.
I'm leaving the country, Camille.
At first, I intended on disappearing without a trace,
but now I've had second thoughts.
So, once you've made your decision, call me.
I'll still be around for a few days.
Okay. It's a mess. Yeah. Okay.
- Ma'am, you can't go inside. - I live here.
- I can't allow it. - It's Polignac's wife.
- I'll let her through. - Have her come.
- She's on her way. Yeah. - Thank you.
Camille Polignac?
Yes?
Inspector Lavelle.
Can someone please tell me what's happening?
I have a search warrant.
I have to ask you to open that safe.
I don't know the combination.
It's a safe my husband uses for his work.
What happened?
Then we'll just have to break it open.
Inspector, can you please tell me what's going on?
- Open it. - And where's my husband?
Hey. Anyone there?
Why am I here? I'm the victim. I just got robbed, dammit.
Does anyone work in this place?
Fuck's sake.
Please have a seat, Monsieur Polignac.
I apologize for keeping you waiting.
As you can imagine, we've been quite busy.
What with getting our warrants and the forensics reports and such.
Mm-hmm.
Where were you last night?
As I already said, last night, I was at home, all right?
I took a few pills and woke up this morning.
Do you sleepwalk, Monsieur Polignac?
Because, you see, here we have you at 1:05 a.m. in the downstairs parking.
That's not me. It's impossible.
But, yes, I do have the same coat.
And that car, the one driven by the man with the same coat as you.
Do you recognize it?
Yes. Someone's stealing my car there, Sherlock.
We've pulled the images from the security cameras.
We have multiple cameras showing your vehicle leaving the city
and taking the N13 highway.
The same thief.
Well, then, I guess he must've also stolen your phone.
We tracked your phone and picked up its signal on multiple towers
along the road that leads to Chantilly.
Where, it would appear, you have your own country residence.
Is that correct?
Why are you asking when you obviously know the answer?
The judge authorized a search warrant.
So, this morning, we searched your houses.
I'd like to share with you what my colleagues at forensics found.
What we have here are fibers.
I don't see anything.
These are exactly the same fibers
as those found in the labels used for the jewels.
Apparently, someone was burning them
in the bathroom of your house in Chantilly.
You see this?
These are ashes found in your toilet.
And this small diamond,
most likely from one of the missing jewels,
we found it behind the cushions of your sofa.
So, you still wanna keep your story that you slept like a baby,
Monsieur Polignac?
CAMILLE CALLING
- Camille? - Something terrible's happened.
Can you come over?
Hey.
I got here as fast as I could. What's wrong?
Come in. Please.
My husband is the director of an auction house.
- Mm-hmm. - And...
And last night, 44 million euros in jewels were stolen.
Oh, wow. The poor, poor man. Terrible.
Plus, with all the emotional turmoil he's going through at the moment, that's...
a real double whammy.
It gets worse.
He's been arrested. They say he's the main suspect.
But why?
They have proof?
They say that he went out in the middle of the night, and...
It seems that forensics have found evidence
in our home in Chantilly.
They found a small diamond... and some fibers or something.
I still can't believe it.
Let's think about this. Okay?
Did he have any contact with criminals? Did he have money problems?
Did he travel a lot?
Of course he traveled a lot.
I mean, that's his job.
He traveled all over the world, evaluating collections for auction.
I don't know.
Maybe all this time, he was preparing a heist with Chapo Guzmán.
Hey.
Hey, Camille...
Don't get ahead of yourself.
Uh, I mean, if he was involved in criminal activity,
you would have noticed, um... multiple phones, um...
that he goes into another room to take his calls,
or unexpected meetings.
You're right. He does all that.
He even has a personal safe over there in the wall.
Look.
C'mon. C'mon.
The police opened it
with some kind of blowtorch because I didn't have the combination.
And they found boxes with stuff, and... they took them away.
All this time, I've been living with a stranger.
With a criminal.
Hey.
Hey, Camille.
You have to stop thinking like that, or you'll go crazy.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
Come here.
It's so terrible.
Just when you were about to be parents.