The one checking out my butt is Berlin, a wanted man.
Trust us…
and obey.
Any last words?
I'm not the one with the problem, you are.
Would you have told Michelangelo
to stop sculpting his David?
No. Of course not.
You'd have said, "Forza, Michelangelo!"
And this heist, Sergio…
is a tribute to beauty.
Since when?
It's been two weeks.
Three.
Three weeks.
Look at that.
This is the first time
I feel like you're going to measure up.
I would've gone after
my dad's wife too if I'd fallen in love with her.
I wouldn't have given it a second thought.
I would've broken the sacred bonds of family,
and respect,
to satisfy my love.
We're in deep shit, and you're going to go fuck?
Tokyo, please.
What?
There's no need to be vulgar.
First of all, it doesn't suit you.
And second,
if I had to choose one of you as a partner,
hedonistically speaking,
it would be you.
The Professor is my guardian angel.
And if you don't tell him, I'll have to.
You?
Then you'll be a tattletale.
A snitch, a filthy rat.
I'm a gentleman.
I wouldn't allow that to happen.
They see the sunlight
and come out…
and a wolf breaks their necks
in one bite.
That scares me.
No, Ariadna, because…
at best, right now,
leaving is far more dangerous
than staying.
I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, Ariadna.
…identified by the police
together with Silene Oliveira…
I'd never sell women, let alone be their pimp.
My moral code won't let me.
Nor will it let me rat out a colleague,
even if they're human waste.
And that has nothing to do with my taste
and what I like, Nairobi.
If you say so.
You see, I have six months to live.
Or four.
Maybe even less.
And one of the few things
that I really care about right now…
Do you know what it is?
To know…
that I will live in here.
In your mind.
Forever.
Tell us what Plan Chernobyl is.
You don't have what it takes.
You don't.
Three.
Two.
One.
You look like a birthday present.
You're only missing the bow.
What are you going to do to me?
Save your energy, Tokyo.
Are you going to kill me?
No.
No, I won't kill you.
I won't torture you either.
Son of a bitch.
I hate you.
Let me ask you something.
Why does this have to be the end of something?
Couldn't it be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship?
Tokyo will get her share if she behaves
and doesn't talk.
Bullshit!
That was the plan if she was arrested,
not kicked out and rolled down the stairs,
thrown to the lions.
And because she's pissed off,
she's probably talking.
And the GEO is probably in the hangar,
digging another tunnel to get in here.
I'll write that down and put it in the suggestion box.
But, unfortunately, as you saw with Rio,
it will be useless because this is a patriarchy!
Old age isn't for me.
Can you imagine me drooling or losing sphincter control?
No.
That takes courage. I prefer this.
Get out, please.
Sergio!
Don't give me that.
You promised to not stick around if things got ugly,
and they did.
Helsinki,
blow the tunnel.
No.
-Professor… -No, Helsinki, no!
I love you, little brother. Don't forget it.
Andres, please!
I've spent my life being a bit of an asshole,
but today…
I think I feel like dying with dignity.
No!
Let's go. Give him hell!