Berlin: I feel uneasy to tell you this, in front of all this beauty, but I have to confess something a bit unpleasant. I have the same illness as mother.

The Professor: How long?

Berlin: Three years. At least. You know how pessimistic the doctors are. In the end, it’ll be six. Or nine. Like lives of a stray cat.

The Professor: Andrés. Andrés. We’ll call everything off and find treatment abroad.

Berlin: First of all, there’s no cure. And second of all, I enjoy stealing much more.

The Professor: Do you really want to risk spending the time you have left behind bars?

Berlin: If a painter told you he had three years left to live, would you tell him to stop painting?

The Professor: Andrés, please.

Berlin: Look. Would you have told Michelangelo to stop sculpting David? No. Of course not. You would have said: “Forza, Michelangelo! Continue your passion” A painter? A poet? It’s the same thing. Gentlemen, continue your quest to create beauty. And this heist, Sergio, is a tribute to beauty. It’ll be our masterpiece.

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