Life is grand
Enjoy the ride
Until it's time…
Let's go in style
Live it up
Take my advice
All right, drop the anchor!
And when it's time to go
Let's go in style
Now, it's been…
This is a perfect environment to ponder over our new heist.
Let's be together…
I think I have a great idea. I've been mulling it over lately.
Really? Pray tell.
Rob a bank. I want us to target the vault.
Not just any bank, of course.
The one with the most safety deposit boxes in all of Spain. 7,624.
The deposit boxes are all private, kept in a vault.
The place is quite special, actually. People's valuables are kept secret.
Rumor has it there are jewels and gold, but you wanna know the truth?
It's where people hide their dirty money.
So, in that case, your plan is to rob boxes
without having any idea what's in them?
Is that it? Pretty risky surprise.
Oh, no. No surprise there. I'm talking about the Bank of Marbella.
They've upped the number of deposit boxes three times.
You wanna know why?
Because Marbella is an incredibly rich city.
It's home to Russian multimillionaires and Arab sheiks,
and all the mafias worldwide.
The Lebanese, Italians, Moroccan. What do you think they store there?
Their grandmothers' knitting medals? No.
Lots of gold and dirty money.
Care to go for a dip?
But, baby, let's go
In style
Best time to do it is Christmas.
This year, Christmas Eve is on a Friday, and Christmas is on a Saturday.
The bank will also be closed on the Sunday,
so we'll have three days to get in and clean out.
So you would like me to help you to commit robbery on Christmas,
without knowing what exactly we're stealing.
I just told you, it's all dirty money.
Indecent amounts of it. Sue me if I'm wrong.
Brother, listen to me.
Can you guarantee that there's more than 15 million euros?
I won't bother for less, and I want it in cash.
I have no use for jewels, and I don't want gold.
You have a better idea?
Why are we attending a social event for millionaire yachtsmen?
The Vintage Yacht World Cup.
No, no, no, these are our fishing grounds.
Mingling with multimillionaires is the surest way to achieve our goal.
Think about the two parts of that word. "Multi" and "millionaires."
And so, what does it stand for? It stands for multiple millions.
If you want to rub shoulders with multimillionaires,
why not go to Monaco?
Oh, for heaven's sake, that's old school.
The real multimillionaires are here. The adventurous ones.
The ones that sail throughout the world in their yachts.
The ones we are interested in. Care to know why?
Because they think they're just like us.
They're proud neo-hippies.
They wear T-shirts instead of sports coats.
Like the guy who owns Facebook.
They all think they're so down-to-earth.
San Sebastián is the new Monaco.
I want to break free
I want to break free…
-Thank you. -Of course.
How will we choose who to rob?
That's actually one of my favorite parts of our craft.
The seduction.
It's not enough just to target someone with a large fortune.
You have to earn their trust as well.
It's crucial to get into their circle of friends.
Into their private life.
And from that vantage point,
find out how they manage their fortune and where they entrust it.
Before they know it, you take what's theirs.
They're like lambs out to slaughter.
Now I understand why we're here. To seduce.
Shall we begin?
Uh, madam, good evening. Excuse me.
My colleague and I were noticing your stunning dress.
You look absolutely marvelous.
Thank you. That's very kind. My name is Margarita.
-Nice to meet you. -And you are?
Ricardo Pérez Infante.
He owns a shipping company in North Africa.
But we interrupted you, forgive us. I'm going to go admire the boats now.
-What are you doing? -I own a shipping company.
-Really? -But elsewhere.
What a coincidence.
Yes.
My necklace.
Ah.
Careful. Uh, may I?
Please, allow me.
Thanks. Just a second.
Let me see.
There. I think I got all the pearls.
Thanks a lot.
I noticed it felt a little loose when I fastened it earlier.
Mm. Ah.
May I have the honor? Great.
Careful with your hair. There.
You know, jewelry clasps don't always have the same quality.
Since they're not the same quality as the rest, they expand and loosen.
Wow. You're quite the expert in jewelry.
No. Just an enthusiast. My grandfather was a jeweler. In Paris.
And you? You're…?
Ah. My name's Simón. Charmed.
Dare I say I know who you are, Genoveva Dante, Duchess of Málaga.
What a pleasure.
-Enchanted. -Feeling's mutual.
Excuse me. Lady Genoveva, your car is ready for you.
Sorry to leave.
I'd love to continue our conversation, but I have other engagements, sadly.
May I walk you out?
I'd love that.
You know this venue is one of the best I've seen for a party.
That's right. Yes.
What a shame you can't stay longer this evening.
But I assure you, you've made this party unforgettable.
-Will I see you at dinner? -I'm off to Seville now.
Ah, right. I understand perfectly.
Your residence there is one of the most striking in town.
Sounds like you've seen my palace.
Suffice it to say that every time I pass by it, I'm intrigued.
I can't help admiring the façade.
I imagine it's an architectural gem inside.
How would you like to see it?
I'd love that.
And if you host my visit, it'll be double the pleasure.
How about next week, then?
How about two weeks from now?
I've been traveling strictly in my yacht, and it takes longer, naturally.
I'll wait for you.
Tell me about the lady I left you with. How'd it go?
Did her dentures fall in her gin and tonic?
That's classy.
Who is she?
The millionaire I want us to rob.
Duchess, a treat for you.
-You shouldn't have. -Nonsense. It was my pleasure.
Come with me now.
You don't know how thrilled I am that you're here.
Are you taking me on a tour?
No, later.
I'll tell you all about its glorious history,
but first things first,
there's something more pressing.
-There is? What is it? -It's a surprise.
-You'll see. Right through here. -Mm.
What a delight. I'm thrilled you accepted my invitation.
I've been looking forward to this moment.
My wife told me you are quite the admirer of the architecture in Seville
and of my home in particular.
Yes, in passing.
I've always admired the elegant Neo-Gothic and Neo-Mudéjar styles.
That's not all.
I'll show you the wing that's Neo-Renaissance.
A complimentary art history class.
If you'll excuse me, I'll make sure the chocolates are put in the fridge.
-They'll melt in this heat. -Thank you, my love.
Shall we sit?
I'd love that.
I said I was really looking forward to this moment
because I've been wanting to meet you.
I've heard great things about you.
Great things, truly.
-Mind if I ask who spoke about me? -Hm.
You are a brilliant man.
I'd go so far as to say that you're… a genius.
I admire your talent. Your career is second to none.
No slip-ups.
And you never leave any evidence at all for the police to find.
What's this about, sir?
Is this a veiled threat?
No, no, no, not at all. You misunderstood me.
I have no intention of blackmailing you or asking you where the chalice is.
It actually belongs to a good friend of mine,
but he's accepted his loss.
Hm. So you see, I'm genuinely impressed with what you do.
That's why I wanted to have you over.
I have an offer for you.
I'd like you to bring me something.
An original Leonardo da Vinci. The Lady with an Ermine.
Have you heard of it?
It's one of a series of four portraits of women he painted.
The original piece is in Kraków, at the Czartoryski Museum.
How marvelous. See? A true expert. Exactly.
But it's coming to Seville
as part of an exhibition on the Renaissance.
It's going to be shown at the former convent Merced Calzada.
Right, known today as the Museum of Fine Arts.
Don't you think it's magical? A delightful twist of fate.
The masterpiece is coming here.
I've dreamed of this.
He's dreamed of this. That's what that bozo said.
He admires what I do as if I were the pope.
-Who are you talking about? -The duke of Málaga ambushed me.
Inviting me to his palace was just a front.
He lured me with his wife. She's beautiful, right?
She told him all about me.
He knows I'm a ladies' man,
and I would never have the heart to reject her.
What was the point? What does he want?
He showed me a picture of the chalice we stole in Madrid.
Where did he get the picture? Where did he get that information?
What does that matter to us now, Damián?
The only thing that matters now is that he wants me to steal for him.
He thinks I'm some pawn who works for others?
Do I look like a henchman, or I depend on commissions?
Do I look like an errand boy?
You know the truth?
My robberies are works of art, masterpieces.
I don't follow the whims of an amateur.
I get it. So you told him you can't accept his request?
Not exactly, no.
-You agreed to it? -No, I did not, all right?
I told him I'd think about it.
God, the heat in Seville is unbearable!
But…
Why didn't you flat-out refuse?
Because I want to teach him a lesson.
That's why. I'm going to make him pay for treating me this way.
Hang on, Andrés. How do you expect to make him pay? Huh?
Haven't you heard the saying, "It's no crime to steal from a thief?"
Well, I want to claim what's his.
That's right. We're looking for our next target.
That harebrained millionaire is perfect. He's more of a criminal than we are.
He won't be able to rat on us.
Andrés, I think you're overreacting.
No, I'm not. That guy knows who we are.
He knows who you are.
If we turn him down, it could backfire on us.
We have to say yes. He's our next heist.
And he'll have to live with that. Yes or no?
Call the others.
Here, take your goddamn records! I want you out of my house!
Candela, you're losing your mind!
You think I'm losing my mind? Wait till you see how I am when I go down!
Didn't I tell you to leave? Why don't you do what I ask you to?
-Please, just tell me what I did. -You and your cousin had an affair.
Candela, Jesus! I swear nothing happened with her.
-You need to leave. Get out. -I don't even know how to tell you--
Why are you looking at me like that? Want a picture?
No reason.
"No reason." Yeah, right.
I was just counting my blessings. I'm glad I'm not that man.
But you look like you're about to faint. Like a horse who worked all day.
I know. My suit's 100% linen, but I'm still sweltering.
I don't know how you do it.
It's 115 degrees in the shade in this city. It's awful.
I'll tell you how. We're all fiery around here.
We're all very hot-blooded. It boils in seconds. It's in our nature.
-The city's as torrid as we are. -Yes, I see that.
But you've never considered moving to Switzerland or something?
Switzerland… Yeah, right.
Here. I want you to have this album. You look like you know good music.
For the record, life's pretty good in the South.
-We've got… flamenco. -Mm…
The Guadalquivir.
-Orange trees everywhere… -Ah.
And over 300 statues of Sevillian virgins.
-And the Passion. -And the Passion.
And forgive me, but after seeing that heated argument,
it's fair to say that most people
will never feel such unfiltered emotions
in their entire lives.
Well, we just don't beat around the bush here.
We charge at full speed, you know?
No, no, no, no. I think it's more like full force.
-No. How would you know? -I know I'm right.
It's natural for you to be strong. It's too hot to be quick.
Whatever.
I want you to have these so when you listen,
you'll remember me.
-You'll never forget me, you'll see. -Thank you.
I have a piece of advice for you.
I think that the easiest way for you to avoid suffering from this heat here
is to not wear a silly jacket.
Farewell.
Uh, can I help you?
-No, no, it's fine. -Are you sure?
Hm.
I got a hold of the others. They'll be here in 48 hours.
-That's great. -What's with the records?
That woman stole my wallet with so much finesse,
she'd put David Copperfield to shame.
She gave me a couple records,
chatted me up, and pushed me ever so slightly
to create a diversion not once, but twice.
She managed to check both my pant pockets
and took it effortlessly.
It levitated.
Never touched me. A true expert.
And… what was in it?
Nothing, really. 600 or 700 euros.
Hey. Theft with prestidigitation is an art form.
-Sure. Sure. -I am more than happy to pay for it.
Naturally…
What do you mean?
It's either that or you're looking forward to getting your wallet back. Huh?
After the heist in Paris,
Bruce was both enchanted and confused by Keila.
She was the 34th woman he'd kissed in his life.
And she ignited desires in him he'd never felt before with anyone else.
He loved waiting for her at the hairdresser's.
Or going to the movies with her, not knowing what he was going to see.
And one day, while looking at a Christmas display in a store window…
Keila…
…he said something he'd never said before.
Want to move in together?
Yes!
Two weeks into living with her,
he noticed he had absolutely no intention of running away.
Bruce realized he was deeply in love with her.
And the old Bruce was gone.
He even threw a goodbye party for his old self.
I know you want me
You know I want you…
He invited his friends, his family, and people from his hometown.
Over 1,500 people attended.
During the big bash,
Bruce bid farewell to the party animal inside him.
He said goodbye to alcohol, reggaeton, and one-night stands.
You know I want you
The two appeared as the bride and groom on a wedding cake.
He stood proudly by her side.
He was thrilled to declare to everyone how committed he was to Keila.
But as Bruce was turning his back on his wild life,
Keila, quite paradoxically, was being seduced by it.
Sometimes, a random encounter
can drag you straight to the depths of hell.
Roi also got to discover life in a relationship.
But unlike Bruce and Keila,
his experience was epic right from the start.
They first lived in a secluded cabin,
cut off from the rest of the world like a couple of Robinson Crusoes.
Some nights, they would set up a mattress outside
to gaze at the shooting stars together.
They'd even sleep out there on occasion.
They were so happy.
Cameron would say that when you're happy, you can sleep pretty much anywhere.
Eventually, they grew bored of the countryside,
so they drove into the city.
They lived wherever they wanted to, however they wanted to.
But something must have gone wrong along the way.
They showed up separately,
and none of us saw them speaking to each other.
Everyone had their love story, including me.
But mine was more of a… bromance with Damián.
When the adrenaline of the Paris heist wore off,
Damián returned to an empty house to face his loneliness.
He obsessively tried to avoid his fate by all means possible.
So he taught longer classes…
…and extended his tutorials.
He even signed up for the teachers' padel ball league.
But try as he would, there was always that moment
when the university shut off its lights.
I had bought a suitcase and a one-way ticket
to Singapore to meet with Camille.
But I kept seeing this guy lurking by my house every night.
He'd even double-park in the street when he couldn't find a spot,
and when he'd see me go by, he'd pretend to bump into me.
My man, Andrés! What a coincidence, huh?
I was on my way to the supermarket. The one at the university's closed now.
You wanna grab a beer?
Or… catch a movie? We could go for Korean.
I came to realize my friend desperately needed me
to take him on a trip to get his sob story off his chest.
And it worked.
He told me all about it in Vancouver.
In Arizona.
In Tulum.
He continued to tell me about it in Medellín, in Rio de Janeiro…
He didn't get off the topic for a second during our trip
until we got to Argentina.
There, in Patagonia,
in front of a spectacular glacier, crumbling to pieces
into the sea, much like his life,
he understood it was time to pick up the pieces.
How about we go home?
Okay, now that we have all the details,
we can begin.
I assume you're all wondering why we're here in Seville.
We've been hired to steal this portrait.
The Lady with an Ermine, painted by Leonardo da Vinci in 1489.
It's estimated to be worth over 300 million euros.
It's currently at the Czartoryski Museum in Kraków.
In ten days, it'll be shipped over here, to Seville, for an expo.
But! We're not going to do it.
Allow me.
For now, our main focus is not going to be what we steal,
but from whom.
Álvaro Hermoso de Medina
is the person who wants us to carry out this disgraceful task, and, um…
Back to you.
This man is the heir of a lineage of Spanish nobles,
and he lives in one of the prestigious palaces in Seville.
The property spreads over 8,000 square meters.
There are cloisters, gardens, stables, even a church.
As far as we know, he has a cellar filled with world-famous sherry.
There's a ranch to breed fighting bulls.
When it comes to bullfighting, he's a virtuoso.
But why would an aristocrat
from such a noble lineage, with a palace and all,
want a stolen piece of art?
I asked him the exact same question.
The Lady with an Ermine is an alluring painting
because it's gorgeous,
but… it's also worth a tremendous amount of money.
It's priceless, really. Is it for you or…?
Or would you like to trade it on the black market?
Well, I don't think that's any of your business.
Let's just say that I want it for myself.
As the Holy Grail of my collection.
Understood.
I would love to see it.
Well, surely you'll understand that for reasons of… security
or rather, for a logical reason,
I'd rather not show a professional like you its location.
That collection is what we're going after.
-What's in it? -What do you mean?
The collection.
We don't know for the moment.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
You're against robbing the vault of the Bank of Marbella
because we don't know what's in there,
but you want us to steal a mystery collection.
It makes no sense at all. For all we know, it's a stamp collection.
Or he collects tons of coins from around the world.
Or it's… amphorae.
Amphorae!
No one requesting one of da Vinci's masterpieces
would store it with lesser pieces.
If it's the cherry, imagine the damn cake.
I have a feeling that the collection is a real treasure. It's extraordinary.
The treasure that brought you here to Seville is that jewel of a duchess.
I saw you with her in San Sebastián.
You were flirting and giggling with her on the stairs.
You made us take a boat all the way from the Cantabrian coast,
through the Atlantic to Seville, for the promise of a date with her.
I think what's really going on here
is you're pissed off she lured you here just to meet her husband.
Robberies require surgical precision.
Not the rage of a scorned man who wants to screw over a duke.
You want to put us at risk for a plan you haven't thought out at all,
out of ego and your arrogance.
-And you? Huh? -What?
You want to share with them what you thought of?
He wants to dig a hole, hmm? And make me go through it to steal safes.
With a plumber's blowtorch,
and you want it to happen over Christmas,
all because you have no one to enjoy the holidays with.
Okay, hang on. How about this?
Whoever wants to help our friend Damián with his plan can go ahead
and get off this boat right now.
Please get your things and leave.
And whoever wants to find out what exactly is in the duke's collection
can stay here.
Very well, then.
I'm going to stay as well, hm? We'll steal that collection together.
And then whoever wants to join me can take part in the bank heist.
That way, we'll find out whose plan was better.
Hm.
Wow. This city is stunning.
Even more so at night,
when all is quiet and the suffocating heat lets up.
The scent of orange blossom still perfumes the air.
Breathe it in, Roi. You'll see.
Smell that?
-Yeah, I do. -Truly lovely.
Sir? Where are we going?
I need to see if you've lost your abilities
over the past few months.
Open that door, please.
Do it.
Fantastic.
This one as well.
Sir, this is linked to that collection, am I right?
What collection?
-Y'know, the duke's. -Somewhat tangentially, maybe.
Go on, go on.
How marvelous.
I've got it from here.
It's best if you go join your other colleagues
out on the ship, all right?
Psst.
-You shot me. That's harsh. -Don't worry. They're pellets.
It's just my cousin's BB gun.
Why are you in my house?
I'm here to reclaim my wallet.
You should've rung the doorbell like everyone else.
Next time, I'll aim for one of your eyes.
Damián, I think I've got something.
I just pulled all the duke's tax returns, and he has three main companies.
The cattle ranch, Hermoso wineries, and a boat rental service.
He's got a… bunch of luxury charter yachts.
They're high-end. Like, if you're not loaded, forget it.
-Is this useful? -I have no idea, Cameron.
The fact he rents yachts to the A-class doesn't lead me to believe
he's hiding some enigmatic treasure of a collection.
I feel like a substitute teacher right now. You know?
The language teacher stuck replacing the physics teacher on sick leave.
This isn't even the heist I had in mind.
So… looks like I just found something. Come see if you want.
I hacked into his emails, messages,
invoices, bank accounts, purchases, orders…
Great, you found out all that duke's dirty secrets.
In '99, the duke had some very strange work done
on his country estate, about 40 kilometers outside of Seville.
A sort of tunnel from his house to the wineries.
So there's a train that goes from his mansion to the cellars,
without leaving his house to board it.
A little weird, no?
Mm-hmm.
That's not the only weird thing.
In 2000, just one year later, the duke moved everything from that winery
to the one he has in Jerez de la Frontera.
Closed the one on the estate.
I think it's fishy to have a train that commutes to a closed business.
In his 2000 tax return, he had a million-euro bill deducted.
From Nitax Private Security, a security company based out of Geneva.
It's made out to the estate's address.
The company in charge of security at Sotheby's and the Louvre.
There's a mention on their website.
And why would anyone invest to that extent to protect an empty winery?
Complete with a train that leads directly to his own mansion?
If the duke has a collection of great value, it's definitely there.
As you were, everyone.
Where's Berlin? I just want to go back to my cabin.
He can take over and lead his own investigation.
Yup. Um, we went out for a walk around Seville for a while.
-Ah. -Just walking around.
-Walking around. Sure. -Mm, yeah. He stayed out is all.
Tell me, did you happen to take a stroll at the Patio de Banderas Square?
-Yes. -Number 22?
-Yeah. -First floor, right?
-Yes. -Oh, fuck me.
First, a treasure leading to the collection.
Now he chases a woman who throws records out her window.
I'm gonna call it a night.
Mm… It's painful.
I know.
Could you… get this charming little fellow
out of the bed for a moment?
Why would I do that?
Bunnies aren't exactly hygienic in such circumstances.
My Pomelo is a very clean bunny.
-Ow! -He's a vulnerable animal.
Cries a lot. Breaks my heart. All right. Let's do the other.
Careful, please.
I got it.
So tell me, is this how you welcome men to your home? With gunfire?
Thing is, you weren't invited.
Besides, I thought you were someone else.
-Yeah? -My boyfriend.
My former… boyfriend.
He broke in to steal a shoebox that had 6,000 euros in it.
He also knew I kept all my savings in a cookie jar.
But he didn't get his hands on it.
I thought he was back to try to take it again.
Okay, mystery solved.
Listen, if you return my wallet, I could take you out to dinner.
Or… how about breakfast? Much better.
-Well, that's not possible. -Why not?
-Because your wallet was in the shoebox. -Hm.
But you know what?
Since he managed to steal your wallet and my money too,
you're gonna come with me to get it back.
-Sound good to you? -All right, if you insist on it.
Here, you can wear my boyfriend's T-shirt.
Me, wear a T-shirt? No.
Impossible.
-Have any children? -Me? No.
Hungry? You want a chocolate bar or something?
No, thanks. All good. Saving my appetite for breakfast.
'Kay.
That's it.
All right, we're good to go.
Oh, one of my faves.
I don't embroider Handkerchiefs
You don't tear contracts
I don't kill out of jealousy You don't die for me
And before you love me Like one loves a cat
I take up with anyone Who reminds me of you
I leave my doors wide open…
-We'll pull over there. -I'll go wherever you go, dear.
The peace you've chosen
Is worse than my war
What could have been And what will never be
I never knew how to go with the wind
Which bites the corners Of this ungodly city
Poor sorcerer's apprentice Spitting into the firmament…
-Shall we? -Uh-huh.
Can I help you?
-Enjoy your meal. -Thanks, Candela.
You won't know what hit you. Time to have some fun with you.
Hey, where's my money?
You want me to believe you're not there?
You're tucked into bed?
How about we wake you up, then?
What? You sleeping?
Time to wake up, dear.
Maybe this will wake you up.
What are you doing, Candela? Open the door! Open it!
Candela! Candela, you're gonna kill me! Open up!
The tank's gonna explode. Come on!
I need that shoebox you stole from me before anything else.
What?! I didn't steal anything!
Oh, yeah, sure you didn't. You never do anything wrong.
Like you never cheated with your cousin!
Candela, I swear to you, nothing happened with my cousin.
I swear on my life!
-Yeah. -Open up!
All right, take a step back, and I will!
Hey! You better stay out of this, okay?
Get away!
This concerns only us. Get closer.
Stick your head out and swear to me you didn't sleep with her!
-I swear to you! Open the door, fuck! -You're full of shit.
I saw how you were looking at your cousin, all right?
You're denying it like a Judas.
"She's like my sister. Don't worry. I grew up with her."
But you liked it when she got on your bike and rubbed her tits on you, huh?
And going to the pool with her, right?
She'd get up on your shoulders,
and her pussy would cradle your neck for all to see!
Get your head outta there and look at me! Now!
It's about to explode, for fuck's sake!
Oh, please! Stop saying it's gonna explode!
I'm not done yet.
What about shopping for her wedding dress with her?
Who does that?
She could've gone with her mom, her sister, or a friend… Huh?
Why go with you? It makes no sense.
What do you think you're doing with that hose?
-Please, help me! -Get any closer, and I'll hit you!
-Candela, this is insane! Why do this? -How is this insane?
-Stay away! -You're gonna regret this!
No! I never have any regrets.
-Candela! -Move away! Fuck off!
-Candela! Please, stop. -Listen!
All of you listen. Nothing is going on here, okay?
Calm down. This will all be over really soon.
Don't get any closer with that water. And you!
-Come on, please! -What's wrong?
You couldn't resist her in that white dress.
-Come out. I can't see you. -Candela, please stop. I'm begging you.
Did you fuck her that day? Tell me.
Did you fuck her that day, yes or no?
All right. I did.
But just that one time, Candela. I was completely in love with you.
For real.
Sorry I hurt you.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry!
That makes two of us.
Candela!
All right, show's over now.
Candela!
I'm a tattoo wish on a star…
-You all right? -Yeah.
I'm doing great. I'm glad I turned my back on that crap.
You must think I'm a raging lunatic, right?
Why? For shooting me in the chest or for setting the RV on fire?
We sorta had fun through it, though. I mean, even Pomelo thinks you're great.
Okay, it was a little much to pour gasoline on the RV like that.
Not at all. I thought you showed courage.
Really?
Love should end with the same force as when you fell into it.
People wither away with long farewells.
A lot of them spend months, or even years,
trying to muster up the courage to part ways
and… sometimes they never get around to doing it.
That's really sad. It's actually making me angry.
Few things are more tragic than understanding
that your love story is over.
That it's slowly wasting away.
And resorting to excuses like having a headache to avoid touching each other.
Or even worse, you pretend everything's all right
until one morning, three years down the road,
you just can't do it anymore, and you say it.
Then the separation begins.
You put all of the other's belongings in perfectly packed boxes…
I don't do that.
I'm more of a "throw their shit out the window" kind of girl.
I get it, if you come into someone's life by flinging the door wide open,
odds are, you're gonna slam it shut when you leave.
Well, here we are.
That T-shirt would have come in handy.
Hang on. I'll help you.
Just take it easy.
Good evening, officer.
Good evening. Where you coming from?
We went to visit with a friend in San Roque.
Your car smells like gasoline.
Probably 'cause I just filled the tank.
Shut off the engine.
License and registration of the vehicle, please.
Certainly. One moment.
Simón, love. Give me the papers from the glove compartment?
I also need your driver's license, ma'am.
Oh, it's a mess in here. I'm having trouble finding it.
It's always utter chaos in my purse. Man, this is really packed.
I can't find anything for the life of me.
Too much stuff.
I'll get it for you. Just a sec.
Stay in the vehicle.
Why did all this have to happen tonight? What's going on?
I've got a blue sedan, license plate SE 0212 DB…
Here's your wallet.
What? I still had it in here. I forgot to take it out.
I'm giving it back in case they ask for your ID too.
They probably will.
And… why do you think they'll feel the need to check mine?
I don't have a license, and this car's not mine.
And by that, I mean it's stolen.
Mm, yeah. I kind of figured that out,
seeing as you hot-wired the car to start it.
-Looks like we've been sandwiched. -What?
Wonderful. Great, my God.
If they catch me again with a stolen car, they'll lock me up for four years.
But if I run, I'll risk six. What do you recommend?
-A bird in the hand or two in the bush? -I've got you.
What are you doing?
Let's switch places.
Two in the bush, huh?
The license plate matches a stolen vehicle report.
The car is stolen. I repeat, the car is stolen.
Rock and roll. en. I repeat, the car is stolen.