It makes no sense.
A teller organizes a heist at his own bank.
From the safes, Moran stole $650,000, which he stuffed into a black nylon bag.
He counted that on his fingers: the amount was equivalent to what he would have received if he had worked until he retired.
The gesture almost borders on honesty.
For the sentence, he will serve three and a half years in prison, not without having entrusted the loot to his colleague Roman, who will keep the jackpot until his release.
No sooner said than done.
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In Argentina, we don't know, but everywhere else the plan wouldn't hold up for a second.
It's all the strange charm of these three hours which pass like a breath, with a quiet audacity, a cheek that shrugs the shoulders, an invention at all times.
They are full of incongruous little things, such as the sequence at the beginning where, on a sidewalk in Buenos Aires, colleagues debate the best way to quit smoking or this lady at the counter...
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