How to steal billions - Money Heist 2

Chapter 40: Poisonlake

"No, no. There is no damn way I'm going in there." Denver said as, Nairobi and Bogotá was about to make him to inside a smelly sewer tank.

"Go get the tank." Bogotá ordered.

"This is a fucking rattrap. We won't get out."

"You come out the way you go in. Simple."

"What the fuck is that smell?" He sniffed. "They much have put pesticides, bleach and shit that's toxic. I'm not going in there."

"It's just water." Nairobi chuckled.

"Yeah, toxic water."

"Go sit down." Bogotá said while sitting down.

"I'll sit, but I'm not going in. Fine." Denver sighed.

"It would be easier to train in a pool, but we're not gonna be in a pool. It's gonna be way scarier thenn getting in here. And you can't go in scared." Bogotá lit up a cigarette.

"That's good because I'm not scared."

"You're fucked kid." He gave a cigarette to Denver.

"Thanks." He lit the cigarette up the one Bogotá gave him.

"You're scared because you're a father."

"Look, I think you actually have a point, Bogotá. Before you had your son, you'd have jumped in an open grave. Now you've got something to lose."

"Before, if something happened, it was just me taht was fucked. You know? Now, there's things I don't want to do. Like get in a fucking sewage tank. I don't want too."

While the three was talking Seoul and Berlin was just walking around, talking. Seoul was giggling because Berlin was talking about the Professor and Lisbon.

"Hey, you two." Nairobi said.

"Hello." The two said.

"I thought Denver was supposed to go inside the sewer tank?" Berlin asked out of curiosity.

"He's scared to go inside the tank." Bogotá. "Well, Denver do you know how to be a good father?"

"No, I don't."

"Ask Berlin. He's a father." Seoul butted in.

Berlin just looked at her for a second. "Behave like you did before you were a father."

Denver just started laughing. "Sure, go to the clubs and crawl home fucked up on a Wednesday."

"Well, if you like getting fucked up on Wednesdays, then keep doing it." He told Denver.

"I don't know."

"You gotta stay consistent or you'll end up hating on your son. That's what makes a bad father. Believe me." Bogotá said, while smoking.

"Jesus, Christ. Do you know what you should do, Bogotá? You should write a book, including you Berlin. Like, honestly." Nairobi said fixing her red wet jumpsuit, the one she uses to get gold in the vault.

"Sure."

"Yeah. How To Be a Father Without Quitting Drugs." She gave them a title of their "book".

Everyone laughed to what Nairobi had said.

"You don't have kids, you do?" Seoul asked.

"Seven." Bogotá pulled out a wallet with pictures of all of his children.

"You serious?" Denver asked.

"This it look like I'm lying? Emilio, my oldest, lives in Venezuela. Julián, he's in Mexico City. He almost has a mustache now. Me call me "güey." Erik's a tough bastard, he's in Iceland. Hanna, in Finland. Violinist. She's gorgeous. Fra en in Montenegro. He's dumb as fuck. Yaris, in Greece, she's a character."