Plata quemada

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BURNT MONEY:

They called them The Twins.

They were always together.

But they weren't brothers.

They didn't even look alike.

All they had in common

was the way of looking,

the still eyes,

the lost glare.

El Nene was a renegade

of family and class,

the stray black sheep.

He was pale

as if he'd been in jail

longer than he had really been.

Angel wasn't even from here.

He was heavy, quiet,

very superstitious.

He always saw bad signs

that got in his way.

They bumped into each other

the first time

in the station toilets where

Nene used to go for sex.

Angel was wandering.

He'd run out of money

and had nowhere to go.

Nene offered him refuge

in his flat.

Moved, almost as a warning,

Angel confessed his secret.

I hear voices...

all the time...

inside here.

Coming or not?

That night Nene and Angel

slept together.

They were never apart since.

They're The Twins to everyone.

Everybody knows:

They work together or not at all.

"Life of mine, far away

I love you more.

Life of mine,

think of my return

I know gold

won't have your kisses

and that's why

I love you more.

Life of mine,

I even hurry the breath

bringing near the moment

of the happy caress.

You're my life

and I want you

by my side

and this way drown

my solitude..."

Lady Luck is strange,

she comes when least expected.

Seven million.

You don't see that dough

everyday.

Lots of money.

Are you sure?

Seven million at least.

All the wages of...

Florian Barrios was

a tango singer.

He'd been on radio and TV

and even made a record.

He soon fell into drugs

and lost his voice.

His cousin was big

in the Peronist party.

As a city administrator,

he found out all about the money

at a finance meeting.

Florian needed

a gang he could trust,

some professionals

to take care of everything.

The operation must be safe.

If the information isn't right...

I checked it myself.

Fontana was the invisible man,

the magic mind.

He kept his distance.

Only he could have set up

the pay truck robbery in two days.

Once, by mistake,

Fontana went to prison

with the political prisoners.

He met Fernando Aguilera there.

Nando, a lawyer

and a dedicated nationalist.

Recruit new ones.

Guys who've never met.

With no time to know each other.

I can't do it without Cuervo.

Take Bazan off then.

They know each other too well.

Nando provided the contacts

with weapon dealers, hideouts

and the deals with the police.

Have you ever heard

of The Twins?

Among crooks

to bury yourself

means to hide

until it's time to strike.

To bury, disappear

until it's time.

You must wait till they

leave the bank.

Don't mind the guards.

They are two old guys

ready to retire.

You get them here.

No other choice. Got it?

The idea is for it

to look like an accident,

so we can surprise them.

Am I right?

Oscar Di Pasquo, alias Cuervo,

was chosen as a driver.

On an operation like this

the man at the wheel

makes the difference

between life and death,

between escaping

or being trapped.

Cuervo got a Chevrolet

in Lans,

from a guy who bought

stolen cars off the police.

Cuervo was a sedative addict.

He took almost a jar a day.

It gave him

a quiet vision of life,

and turned him

into an excellent driver,

Blank mind. Cold blooded.

Equal to none.

Those days Cuervo also had

an extra advantage:

A flat he shared with Vivi,

his girlfriend.

It could be a hide out.

Cuervo said the flat

wasn't watched by the police.

Fontana was definite about it:

He asked them all to be there,

even Vivi who knew everything.

Want some?

The worst is the day before,

when everything's set

and all that's left is to do it.

I want a bigger bill.

Cuervo knows he should

sleep to be rested up.

He should check the car,

study the roads,

alternative routes,

short cuts.

They try to sleep some hours

but they can't,

their bodies squeak

and they feel ill.

The worst is the day before,

Fontana thinks.

And he starts seeing things,

visions.

He isn't sure

about the gang he's hired.

But it's too late for doubts.

They're buried in the flat.

There can be no leaks.

From the beginning,

Angel and Nene slept together.

But in the last months

Angel has avoided any contact

with no explanation.

Something has broken

between them.

So now they're looking

forward to the heist.

When they work, they know

they're The Twins again.

THE FACTS:

Amigdala:
Tonsil

Amigo-ga:
Friend

Right on time.

Reverse! Reverse!

Get out.

The key!

Angel.

Angel!

Nene!

Angel!

Nene!

Cuervo!

- The dough?

- Help me!

The money, kid!

Drop him and get the money!

Shut up.

You crazy?

Motherf***er!

Wanna get us all killed?

Motherf***er!

Ever seen anything like this?

Cuervo!

Coming!

Stop it.

Brother, mind the carpet!

There must be over 7 million.

We came in through the garage.

Nobody saw us.

What did you want? To leave

a trail of blood for the police?

- I'll tell Vivi.

- Why did you bring him?

A wounded man

is a danger for all of us.

You know what must be done.

Nene knows.

Even Angel knows.

What were you thinking?

Nene left me no choice.

Who gives you choices here?

Me or a couple of fags?

- What's that?

- It's for the pain.

What are you doing?

Kid,

there's a bottle of whisky

in the room, bring it.

Be still.

- Want to do it yourself?

- No.

- Then scram.

- Well, I...

Scram!

Are you deaf?

Sure you don't want a hit?

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