Two criminals in the middle of a heist are waiting for important information. Two officers stationed in their squad car peer into the dark, waiting for their misstep. At the station, two radio operators are linking up with the squad car, ready to report movements and start the bust that will lead the traffickers into handcuffs and the cops to glory. The operation is at its peak, the tension is cut with a knife — ears alert, eyes on. A noise! something moves. The three couples prepare for action, ready, alert! And in fact all of a sudden it happens. Nothing. Nothing happens at all! It has been like this every night for more than a week now.
This is a crime thriller that does not “thrill”, despite the fact that our protagonists would like nothing more.
They would like to be inside Gomorrah or The Departed, and instead … All they can do is wait for something to happen by sharing cramped work spaces for hours, days, weeks. A forced coexistence similar to what happens to billions of people around the world every day, forced to share desks, oxygen and company cafeterias with people they wouldn’t even speak a word to outside of there: their coworkers.