Combustion
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- 2013
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Come in.
Do you like it?
Yes.
Fancy a drink?
Yes... rum.
- Neat?
- Neat.
Where's the bathroom?
Next to the front door.
Okay.
Done.
Here you are.
Thanks.
You know what...?
I really wanted
to get you alone.
Hey!
No screaming,
no funny business!
What are you doing?
Let me go!
What are you doing?
Open the safe.
What?
- I don't have a safe.
- Do it!
- I don't have a safe, okay?
- Please! Please!
You! On your knees.
One...
- two...
- Please!
Please!
No!
Please! No!
Stop! Okay.
Alright. Alright.
Okay, okay...
I'll open it!
Alright.
Where is it?
Where is it?
Upstairs.
Where have you got it?
Where have you got it?!
Open the f***ing safe!
- Open the f***ing safe!
- Alright, alright.
Don't you dare get it wrong.
Don't you move.
I'm out of here.
What? No, no, no.
You can't go.
I'm calling the cops.
You're staying as a witness.
I don't even know you!
I came here for a good time
and look at this sh*t!
Hey!
How did it go?
Sweet.
Hey!
Motherfuckers!
So you'll always take me with you.
No, no, no. Not now.
One more score
and we're gone for good.
Promise me.
I promise.
It's a jewelry store downtown.
The owner, Julia Camacho,
inherited her parents' business.
They both died in a robbery
two years ago.
Since then, the store
has been connected to the home.
This is the target.
His name is Mikel Gmez.
From a swank family
fallen on hard times.
He just moved in with her
and they're getting married.
Just get them
to open the door for you.
Then we can get into
the jewelry store.
Is it all set
with your catering guy?
Sure, as usual.
We find out everything
before we go in.
I don't like it.
Why?
Just because.
Burgling a house is one thing,
getting into a jewelry store
is another.
If something goes wrong,
we're trapped.
Nothing will go wrong.
We only need this job to get
the cash to take off to Lisbon.
I just mean we've got
the cops on our heels.
Maybe it's time to stop,
split what we've got and disappear.
If I win in Lisbon
we'll make one million.
You have to win first.
You know I will.
You'd better.
Shall I help you tidy up?
No, but you could help me
make room for all this.
So where do I fit in
in all this stuff?
- Are you calling me anal?
- A little.
Come here.
You've no idea how much
I wanted you to move in.
Me too.
And you played hard to get.
- You have to do the right thing.
- You've got a nerve.
- Are you happy?
- Ecstatic.
You're the perfect couple.
Hey there.
How are you?
Fine, hoping you'd pay us a visit.
No, no, no.
I don't want to bother you yet.
Besides, I'm a bit jealous.
You're taking my soul mate.
So take care of her for me.
Carla, you're never a bother,
and the guest room is always yours,
you know that.
I'll take you up on that.
Do it.
Got a light?
Sure.
Nice car.
- Very fancy.
- Thanks.
You want some?
Thanks. I don't smoke dope.
No, you're a secret smoker.
I wasn't smoking in secret.
Alright then.
How can you work
and smoke this stuff?
I couldn't handle
those lame-asses straight.
Whatever happened to
booze binges on the beach?
And it's kind of a mixed party.
Yes, well, my fiance's
a bit traditional.
So, you get a hit?
No.
Do you want to play a game?
Yes.
Close your eyes.
Open your mouth.
What are you doing?
Just checking if
you're one of the good guys.
It turns out you are.
Sorry.
Wait... Wait.
So you're not one
of the good guys after all.
Look...
I'll be there on Thursday.
If you want to stop by...
I'm going inside, okay?
Ciao.
Vodka!
- Hi.
- Hi.
Welcome to your bachelor party.
Maybe I shouldn't be here...
Maybe it's the dress.
It's a bit over the top. Sorry.
No, on the contrary.
You look stunning.
- I'll get this.
- No, no, I will.
What kind of bachelor party is it
if the groom has to pay?
Do you want to sit down?
Yeah, sure.
I don't even know your name.
Ari.
I'm Mikel...
I know.
Tell me something about yourself.
What do you want to know?
Got a boyfriend?
Do you want me to, or not?
Actually, I'll take the truth.
Sh*t.
Sorry if I annoyed you.
Let's change the subject.
Let's go, please.
Where to?
I don't know, let's just go.
Let's go.
Hey!
That's the chick that robbed me.
- Did you come by car?
- Yes.
- Where is it?
- Over there.
That car. Let's go!
Let's go!
What are you doing?
It's red, can't you see?
Go that way!
- Come on!
- No.
Sh*t.
Wait.
So who was that?
Some jerk I owe money to.
Where'd you learn
to drive like that?
There's a lot
you don't know about me.
I'll get out here.
Here? This is
the middle of nowhere.
Well...
It'll be a nice quiet stroll.
Okay.
Was I so bad?
Quite the opposite.
I just gave you my number
in case you want to
call me sometime,
to hang out
and talk for a bit.
You're incredible.
And I wouldn't want to
hang out just for a bit.
It's been a pleasure.
Same here.
He had some wild moves.
Where'd this guy come from?
No idea.
But he sure can drive,
and he's tough.
You're not losing your cool?
I've got it all under control.
I overslept.
Why didn't you wake me?
I felt bad for you.
And I was starting to think
I was marrying a robot.
Sorry,
I was out late with Alfredo,
you know, bachelor party stuff.
Well...
you could've called.
Yes, you're right.
Did you get in very late?
A little,
that's why I didn't want to wake you.
- That him?
- Yes.
So...?
Sunday morning.
We'll be ready.
Good, good work.
Hello.
Good morning.
You're an early bird, aren't you?
Yes.
Where are we going at this hour?
It's a surprise.
Are you afraid of heights?
No.
Then you're going to love it.
I loved it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
That's great.
I haven't been here in ages.
Is this your secret hiding place?
I don't hide.
So what else?
What else what?
What else do you want to do?
Well...
Are you hungry?
Shall we grab a bite?
Sure, I'm starving.
But let's go somewhere quiet.
Okay.
How about my place?
Are you sure?
Yes. We're friends, right?
Girls don't buy that
from boyfriends,
just so you know.
Don't worry.
My fiance won't be at home.
Shall we go?
This guy is
full of f***ing surprises.
Damn right.
Dude, this isn't the jewelry store.
I know.
So what do we do?
Do we go see what's up?
Maybe she's in trouble.
Go to the garage,
I'll stay and wait for her.
Whatever you say.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
I didn't picture it like this.
This is where I live before.
Are you alright?
Maybe this is a bit awkward.
I'll take you home if you like.
What's this?
I had an accident.
A flying accident?
Yeah, kind of.
No, no. Sorry, sorry.
I can't. Sorry, I have to go.
No, I'm sorry. I asked you over
for lunch and suddenly...
Really, it's fine, but I have to go.
I really have to go.
- I'll take you.
- There's no need, really. I'm going.
- Will I see you again?
- We'll talk.
You knew that wasn't the place.
What took you so long?
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