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you're completely surrounded,

you've got no escape.

- The hall?

- Full of cops.

- The roof too.

- Thousands.

This is it.

A bullet for each cop.

World War III.

About time.

Take it easy.

They can't touch us

while we have the money.

They're like ants.

All Montevideo's police

must be out there...

Go to work!

You bullies!

Give me a drink.

Let's shoot!

Wait! I'll tell you when.

Chancho!

We've got your money!

I repeat, you can let us

know your decision

by waving a handkerchief

or picking up the phone.

If we have no answer

in five minutes...

Shut up! Christ!

Give me stuff to burn,

so the gases go upwards.

Bravo!

Bravo!

You're like

the last of the Mohicans.

Police Station 22...

She's here. Perfectly...

You can go now.

I can't hear anything.

The voices, they've gone.

Perfect silence.

Why whisper?

So I don't wake them.

What is it?

You just lean on me

and I get a hard one.

It's mathematical!

Me too.

It's not the best time.

We were close.

''Were''?

We're not through yet.

We still have the money.

Now, come on!

You first, I'll cover you.

Angel!

Angel!

I'm fine!

Come back!

We're coming!

Are you crazy?

I'm fried, beat it.

Angel!

Chickens!

How much do you earn a month?

You'll get killed for...?

I'm rich,

I'll die a rich man!

Angel!

Are you deaf?

Finish me off and go.

I don't want to be patched up

and end up in jail again.

Angel!

Give me the gun then.

This one.

I'm rich!

The gang has displayed

an uncommon degree of violence,

which our cameras now

show you live

in our unique production.

The four Argentines are still

resisting the law.

Many police have fallen

but there's no official report.

We can still hear shooting.

Police will enter the building

any minute now.

Come on.

Burn!

You want the dough?

Is that what you want?

Come and get it,

sons of a b*tch!

Come and get it.

Chancho!

Come and get it!

Look at the money,

Iook how it flies!

Burn, you trash.

Burn, Chancho!

Burn Chanchito, burn.

Look!

Come and get us,

sons of a b*tch!

Sons of a b*tch!

You want the money?

Is that what you wanted?

Careful!

Nene...

are you alright?

Yeah...

and you?

Yes.

Move away from there.

Nene, listen to me.

Can you hear me?

I'll get you out of here.

Do you think

I'd leave without you?

Can you imagine Chancho's face

when he sees just ashes?

Nene...

I hear...

voices...

Shut up!

There.

There are no voices,

not any more.

You can't hear them anymore,

can you?

Hail Mary, full of grace

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou

amongst women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death...

Yes, of course.

Always, what did you expect?

We're nearly there,

we're almost there.

In a few minutes

we'll be far away from here.

You'll see.

You'll see

how far away we'll be.

You'll see.

You'll see how far we'll be.

This is a true story.

It took place in Buenos Aires

and Montevideo,

between September 28th

and November 4th, 1965.

Only the names

and few situations have changed.

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