In the back room of a flower shop, Tomi, Rasto and Mižu are digging a tunnel in view of breaking into a bank vault. After heavy rainfall, the underground maze gets submerged by water and they are momentarily forced to stop working. What on paper presents itself as a typical heistmovie in which we see the heroes hatching a plan and pulling off the job, turns out to be a different kind of spectacle: one in which tension does not derive from a cause-and-effect chain of actions but from the potentiality that slowly finds itself fixed in gazes, etched on faces, inscribed in bodies’ gestures and voices.