To Steal from a Thief Page #3

That's it.

Go, go, go.

- Go on, inside.

- Inside.

- What's going on?

- Inside.

- Grab a vest.

- One each.

Hurry, come on.

But be careful, eh?

Here, on your knees.

Three of you, you and you.

Here!

Here. Do it up. That's it.

Good, that's it.

Hold on, good.

Keep f***ing still.

Very good.

That's it.

Good, cooperating.

Here you are, sir.

Here, they're fake.

Now keep still.

See this little light?

Yes.

It means the detonator's connected.

I push this button...

...and the mercury is released.

Unless you want to sh*t fire,

don't move.

If the mercury hits both poles

at the same time...

you're f***ed.

You, these dumbasses

and the whole building blow up, got it?

- Yes, stay still.

- We won't move.

I love it when people understand.

Alpha team in position.

Two of them have weapons.

Thermal vision on.

I've got three bank robbers.

I repeat, three bank robbers.

- Robbers or hostages?

- 3 robbers.

Where are the other three?

The cameras only show the first wall.

They must be with them

in an office at the back

or in the safe.

Doing what?

Why aren't they answering?

What the hell are you doing?

Is that the Soriano box?

What did you say?

That's 314, Soriano's box,

that politician's box.

What do you know about it?

And what the hell do you know?

What the f***'s going on here?

You knew about the box

before we came in.

So did you.

Are you f***ing me over?

Am I f***ing you over?

Who contacted you?

Are they paying you to watch me?

You think I don't have a code?

What's wrong with you?

So you already sold it.

Don't insult my intelligence.

- You sold it.

- Don't play dumb with me.

Where were you?

My old man said you were crap.

It's flooded!

What are we gonna do?

Don't give me sh*t like your dad,

just grab the bags.

Who told you?

Did you talk to Juan?

Who was it?

Who the f*** is Juan?

Who told you, you f***?

The manager.

She told you, just like that.

She said:
"Hey, handsome,

do you want to know something?"

Leave the soap opera

for when we're outside!

Let's get the f*** down there.

Take this, go, go.

- Down.

- Go for it.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Come on, move it!

F***ing move it!

- All ready?

- Yeah, yeah.

Hurry the f*** up!

Hurry! Close that up.

There could be casualties. It's a risk.

Are we set?

Go ahead.

What's going on? Hurry!

- Gimme a second.

- Let's move.

One second!

There's too much pressure,

we can't!

The current's too strong.

- No, let me.

- You can't, you a**hole!

No, no, no.

Roger that.

We've got a green light to go in.

Go in?

There are hostages inside.

Everyone in position.

We're going in.

Those f***ers made a hole

in that office.

It must connect to a tunnel.

What are you talking about?

It's true,

they were talking about it,

the kid and the other one,

in the bathroom.

Whatever it is, we'd better

stay here and wait.

- There it is.

- Grab it.

You can't, f*** it!

- What do we do now?

- We have to go up.

- Go up...

- We have to!

- The cops are up there.

- Cops?

- You want to drown here?

- Why go up?

Everyone up, damn it!

Listen to me, Varela!

F***ing hell.

Ready? Let's go.

What is it?

I was taking a sh*t.

You finally answered.

Of course.

How's it coming out there?

Is the machinery in motion?

The plane?

No, not the plane.

So why the hell are you calling?

Am I your girlfriend, a**hole?

Call me when you've got

something important to say.

The food,

I'm calling about the food.

We're bringing it to the door.

Is that alright with you?

Alright.

Thanks.

We're still on. When they appear,

we hit them with everything.

They're here.

F***, where'd I put it?

Why aren't you opening up?

It's cool, stay still.

Don't tell me you lost the key.

This wasn't part of the plan.

You're in charge of the keys, fool!

Find them!

Back pocket, there they are.

I never put them there.

Go open up.

Stop, stop.

- What?

- Your pants are wet.

Yeah. So?

If they see you in wet pants

they'll get suspicious.

Swap with one of the hostages.

Your pants are wet too, man.

I'm not going outside.

They won't see me,

they'll see you.

Yeah, I get it.

- Yeah, sure.

- Get changed.

You have to stop it.

Stop the Valencia thing.

Abort. I repeat, abort.

- I need confirmation.

- F8 Tango. Abort.

Okay.

All this is for us?

That's generous, you cheapskates.

I can leave it inside.

No, you stay there.

You think I'm an a**hole?

No.

Stop, the mozzarella will drip!

Here.

I'll tip you some other time.

Now what did they tell you?

Any explanation?

They've changed their mind.

That's all.

We hired an ex-Secret Service man

who works freelance

and has done things for us.

The guy inside is ex-Secret Service?

No, he's not inside,

we couldn't risk it,

in case there was a problem.

A shitstorm like this, you mean?

His link to the party

would've come to light,

so this is someone else

who gets orders directly from him

without knowing anything about us

or the contents of the box.

Did any of you know about this?

No f***ing idea.

- But who...?

- It was me...

- We wanted...

- You wanted the Soriano box.

Who were you going to

f*** over this time?

- That's enough.

- Enough!

F***ing social climber!

They're not here

and neither are we, got it?

If this slips through our fingers,

we're all f***ed.

His name's Jorge Pugliese,

called "the Uruguayan".

Why'd your expert

set up something like this

in downtown Valencia?

What was he thinking?

I don't know,

but he vouches for him.

F***ing great.

Now I'm so relieved.

He's sure the man did this

because he's got an escape plan,

an ace up his sleeve.

Do you realize how much

this discredits the police?

Well, yes,

but leaving the police hanging

is not the main thing now.

Someone reliable has to take charge,

someone who won't make waves.

Yes, someone receptive

and ready to take the fall for this.

Here, lady.

Hand it out.

Boss.

It's delicious.

I'll leave it here, you eat up.

Are you alright?

Yes, thanks.

Are you sure?

Eat.

Eat up.

It's delicious.

Varela...

- Come here, come here.

- What?

What?

See that skinny girl?

- Yeah.

- The brunette.

What is she out of a 10?

- Have you got sh*t for brains?

- Why?

Don't you see our situation here?

And you talk about chicks?

Just as we came in those f***ers

were about to take

everything from her.

- This is no coincidence.

- Are you listening to yourself?

She's into me.

I feel a vibe, an energy,

like a sign, right?

Signs and vibes...

She's not even looking at you.

Oh, she's not looking at me?

She doesn't want to recognize you

if the police ask her.

She's scared shitless.

You dick, you're jealous.

- Jealous?

- You're jealous.

Concentrate and don't get me mad.

Have you ever in your life

seen anyone get out of sh*t like this,

no matter how many hostages they've taken?

Now what are you doing?

- Going to Plan B.

- What Plan B?

F***ing Plan B.

Here it is, with this we're out.

Understand?

Like f*** I understand.

Will someone kindly tell me

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