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Walkin'

You look terrible.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Olivia Newton-John.

Debbie Harry.

You know, blondie.

What's wrong with you?

The usual, John?

-Yes. -No, actually.

Uh, could I please get the, uh, the banana muffin?

And... a double deck of cheesecake, the chocolate fudge

cookies, the strawberry cream pie with extra cream, please.

You know what?

Just give me anything with the word fudge in it.

That'd be great.

Wow.

-Thank you. -Molly? -Coffee.

What's going on?

Well...

You know how much I love you, right?

And?

And so, there's something that I gotta tell you.

It's gonna sound a little, uh, surprising.

Yeah. And you're really not gonna like it.

Yeah, I'm getting that I'm not gonna like it.

But I don't want you to, like, lip out on me.

Just shut up and talk.

See? Now I don't want to tell you because...

Speak.

I'm not who you think I am.

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Hey, officer.

You again, huh?

Well, that figures.

Have we met?

Wrote you a ticket last week.

Speeding on federal.

You're driving a 69 Mustang.

68, actually.

I traded her in.

For a 69 GTO?

This bad boy's got 350 horsepower.

Stock off the shelf.

Say what?

What'd you have in that Mustang?

394 barrel?

Yeah, but she only had 320, and that was tops.

I guess you could've slabbed a three-carb intake on it.

Those lunar manifolds ain't worth a damn, though, huh?

Yeah, right.

What's your name again?

Steve McQueen.

Yeah, and I'm Allie McGraw.

Cut the shit, turtleneck.

Give me your license.

Harry James Barber.

Your real name's Harry.

Harry James Barber.

And you changed your name because of a bunch of speeding tickets.

I changed my name because...

Because why?

Because the FBI's looking for me.

Eight years ago I robbed a bank in California.

Bullshit.

That's the biggest bank heist in U.S.

-history. -Look it up.

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Enzo!

Bobby Loman's here.

Hoffa got reamed big time by Nixon.

Had to drop trousers, bend over the warden's desk

for a good dose of Tricky Dicky to get out of the pen.

Fuck Nixon.

Exactly.

That's the whole idea.

Gonna rip off the President of the United States.

It doesn't get any bigger or better than that.

How much we talking here?

Could be as much as 30 million.

Hold on a sec.

Does Hoffa know you're pitching this to us?

What Jimmy Hoffa knows or doesn't know is for him to know, not you.

I just want to make sure it's solid information.

I told you, it's sterling fucking silver.

Our guy was in the room when the White House capos were

shaking down the dairy board for-the-book campaign contributions.

I even got a little souvenir.

For you.

Keep it.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Seems too good to be true.

Why would Bobby make up shit like this?

It just don't compute.

I mean, everyone knows Nixon's gonna win re-election hands down, right?

Why would he put all this bag money in a bank in California?

Because he's a crook, and crooks don't know how to

stop when they're ahead, so it computes perfectly.

We hit the bank, take the 30 mil, and Nixon

can't do squat, because the money's filthy dirty.

Seems like the president of the United

States could do whatever the fuck he wants to do.

He's got the CIA, the FBI, the ATF, and the IRS.

It's like an alphabet soup enema.

No, thank you.

-I'm out. -It's the-in-chief who's gonna

be shitting in his pants, Paulie, not us.

Jesus, I know you fucking hate Nixon.

He's a cocksucker, and a motherfucker, and a bullshit artist.

-Yeah, I know. -I've heard this already.

Nixon's hosed the steel companies here in town.

He's trying to flush the unions down the crapper.

He's out there killing college kids with fucking

M-16s, bombing naked little Cambodian children,

running around the fucking rice paddies, and he's

cramming 200,000 American boys into a fucking meat grinder called Vietnam.

This isn't personal, Enzo.

-Oh, no? -I didn't know that.

We're professionals.

We don't know shit about California.

Why don't we just stick to our own backyard?

Life is too short.

We're not getting any younger.

Stop. Stop with the-any-younger bullshit, okay?

You want to retire? Go fucking retire.

But I'm not giving up this kind of action to

go play bingo in the basement of St. Ignatius.

Mm-mm.

I'm just saying, we're not hurting for cash flow.

We got a lot of business here.

30 million dollars.

I'd say business is looking up.

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Tommy.

Tommy.

That's my brother, Tommy.

got back from Vietnam.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Eric, Enzo wants to see you.

Nearly 40,000 American soldiers have died in the Vietnam War.

And despite...

-Yes, boss. -What is that thing?

No, don't, don't, don't touch.

It's a memento mori clock.

A what?

Means remember to die.

It's from the 1700s and it's worth about 17 grand.

Does it work?

It will when I'm done with it.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, come here. Take a look at this.

This is a burglar alarm from a bank in California.

It's something I've never dealt with before.

I want you to look around town and see if you can find one.

If you do, take photos.

-You got it? -Yes, boss.

Because if you fuck this up, you'll be stocking

vending machines for the rest of your natural life.

Oh, and, Harry...

keep a low profile.

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What the fuck?

What the fuck is that?

Get this stuff out of here!

What the fuck?

Hey, you even know what low-profile means what I said get photos

photos photos when they've told us that the alarm ran out of batteries

Now we know they're cutting the electricity.

We're done.

Oh.

Come here.

Ah!

Ah!

You got balls.

Peace.

Torch the car.

What?

This... This is a Pontiac GTO.

This is gonna be a classy car someday.

That's great. Always torch the car after a job.

I just stole it last week.

Really?

Lesson fuckin' learned.

Great job, dude.

Let's go.

What are you crying?

You got something in your eyes?

Huh?

Turn in your uniform.

What's that mean?

It means turn in your uniform.

What am I supposed to do?

I mean, how am I gonna get another job?

I got speeding tickets that have gotten a warrant by now.

Yeah, I gotta take care of those, because you

can't drive for me without standing warrants.

You mean...

I'm in?

Yeah, you're in.

Can I hug you?

You should have my fuckin' head examined.

You won't regret this.

I already do.

Uncle Enzo.

Um...

What about Tom?

Don't press your luck.

Round everybody up.

Class is in session.

There's the motion detector.

That's what triggered it when Harry ripped it off the wall.

Look, see that?

No wires.

Works from a radio signal.

I gotta tell you, it took me five minutes to pick the lock on the bench here.

There's no way that I can do that hanging off the roof of the bank.

I don't know why we're gonna bust our balls with

some Pioneer Sky bank job in some fuckin' lagoon.

It's Laguna Niguel, okay?

It's Spanish for something.

I don't fuckin' know.

Just stop that we don't need this job, okay?

You just said you just can't pick the lock upside down.

How you gonna shut off the alarm?

I'm working on it.

Better do better than that if you expect me to back you up.

I know how you can do it.

You got some stuff here.

Yeah, wipe your mouth.

It's disgusting.

What?

When Tommy got back from Nam, I went and met him in California.

And he had this buddy that worked at a surf shop, right?

And in his shop, he had this shit in an aerosol can.

And he'd spray it in the surfboards, into the dents.

Anyway, it had come out goopy, right?

And then after a few seconds, it'd expand, swell up like crazy.

And then after a couple of minutes, it would go rock hard.

So they could shape the surfboard, you know?

Trim it, sand it, you know?

The surfboards look like brand new.

OK, so we all know how to fix a surfboard now.

What the fuck does that have to do with the alarm?

Squirt the goopy shit through the vent.

Let it expand, harden.

Don't stop the dinger from hitting the back.

Son of a gun.

I like this kid.

Molly, honey, come out here, sweetie.

Go away.

Okay, I'm coming in.

Do not come in.

Seven years we've been together and this is how you break up with me?

Wait, what?

You're too chicken shit to say you're breaking up

with me so you come up with this bullshit story instead.

I'm telling you the truth.

Oh, sure, you're wanted by the FBI.

You know what?

If you wanna leave, fine, just leave.

Just don't make me into a fool.

I was in the post office yesterday and I saw my own face staring back at me.

You colored your hair?

Yeah.

And you curled it?

Yeah, to look like Steve McQueen.

Well, I guess there's a first time for everything.

Can we please go back to the tape?

-Why? -So you can lie to me some more?

I'm not lying.

You lied to me from the moment you said, Hello, my name is John Baker.

So don't tell me you're not lying.

Who are you?

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snowin' Hey, Steve McQueen, slow down.

We don't need no speeding tickets.

Nobody knows we're in California.

Let's just keep it that way.

If you see any movie stars, pull over.

Yeah, could use some Hollywood poontang.

Like that hippie chick on Mod Squad?

Wouldn't mind slippin' her the high-hard one.

Hippie chicks?

Shit, no. If I liked hairy armpits, I'd be a homo.

But you know who I do like?

I love that girl.

What's her name? That actress on, uh...

What's the show?

-All in the Family. -Edith Bunker.

Jesus Christ, no.

Not Edith Bunker.

The fuckin' daughter, the one with the big tits.

Golding Horne. Not Golding Horne.

She's on Laughin'.

I got bigger tits than her.

Right now, Golding Horne, tits or no tits, I bet she's a real spinner.

Just fuckin' forget about it.

Sally Struthers.

Sally Struthers, there you go.

Sally Smothers.

Jesus Christ.

Somebody put a bullet in my head and put me out of my fuckin' misery back here.

Hey.

Hey, that's it. Knock it off.

Come on, drive the car.

Just sit back and enjoy the scenery.

Act like a bunch of children.

Just look out the window.

Where you get the ocean?

They got palm trees and everything.

My God.

Pop trees look like candles on a birthday cake when they catch fire.

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Oh, yeah.

It's groovy, man.

-Yeah. -It's like a porno.

Yeah.

Nice.

-Check. -This.

Out.

You see that building?

Just the other side of the golf course.

That's the bank.

Yep.

Good job, kid.

Yeah, thanks, Hans.

Talk about a-in-one.

What the fuck is that vat for?

We gonna crush some grapes?

That's a hot tub.

What the fuck is a hot tub?

Look at this, boys, like a picture-fucking postcard.

No shit, huh?

After this job, I'm gonna get me a fucking hot tub.

Once we're in the crawl space, I'll cut

the direct lines to the alarms and sensors.

Cool.

Yeah. Paulie will drill into the vault ceiling to place the dynamite.

That's so cool.

Yeah. And we're gonna blow right through that thing.

Now, the burlap bags, Tommy will fill with soil

from the planters, and that will be used for...

To muffle the sound of the blast.

Yes, and to direct the blast downward, not

And if everybody does their job, we should be looking at Nixon's milk money.

Within an hour

You ever read that Jonathan Livingston Siegel?

Yeah, I heard that's a pretty good book.

You know, you'll never look at those

cocksucking birds the same again, I'll tell you that much.

Smart birds.

You have no idea.

What the fuck?

Hey, motherfuckers!

Sorry, I shanked my drive.

I'll shank you, you sherbet-colored asshole!

Hey!

Fuck you!

Fuck me?

Fuck you!

I'll shove that fucking putter up your fucking ass!

It's a driver, you moron!

Jesus H. Christ! What the hell are you guys doing?

You're supposed to be laying low, or you gotta keep your cool, Ray?

All of you.

Harry's the only one here with a modicum of intelligence.

Asalaamu Alaikum

Get out of that thing, will ya?

Everybody get dressed.

We're going to look at the bank.

Remember the bank?

The bank manager says they leave at 5 30 p.m.

On Friday and don't return until Monday at 9 a.m

So the break-in could have occurred morning, sir

Good morning, sir

What do you think that is?

It's not bird shit.

Whatever it is, it should've shut that alarm off, didn't it?

Huh.

Damn it.

The front and back doors were still locked.

The alarm never tripped.

No prints, no witnesses.

The bank manager said he didn't notice

anything unusual until he opened up the vault.

This is not local work.

How do you know that?

This is Southern California.

Why break a sweat chopping a hole in the roof when

all you need is a starter pistol and a freeway map?

I'm not sure I follow, sir.

We're the bank robbery capital of the world.

For two reasons.

On-ramps and off-ramps.

I mean, the last time I saw a bald job like this, Frank Sinatra and D.

Martin were doing it.

In that movie, Ocean's Eleven.

I never saw it, sir.

You gotta get out, Moishe.

Yes, sir.

I was here on Saturday.

What were you doing here?

Sam plays Little League.

This is the pickup spot for the O-18s.

I've been doing double duty ever since

Karen and I, we decided to take a little break.

You didn't notice anything when you were here?

Nope.

How do you blast a-foot-diameter hole in

concrete without anyone noticing anything?

Well, you gotta be very good and very lucky, or both.

That's the only thing standing between us and Nixon's milk money.

18 inches of concrete and cream cheese.

Nah, Paulie, you could do it in your sleep.

He's gonna fuckin' wake up a few folks when he sets that shit off.

And what about this joint next door?

Looks pretty quiet to me.

Throw in a few extra sandbags, no big deal.

Gennarly's.

What kind of name is that, Italian?

It's not Gennarly's, it's Gnarly's.

You know, like, uh, extreme.

Radical.

Bull's-out.

Bull's-out?

Nah, fuck that shit, I ain't goin' to no gay bar.

Come on, let's go around back.

Asshole.

I mean, this shit is gonna be going on when

we're doing the job, so come back when they close.

What?

1am? That only gives us an hour before sundown.

Maybe a little noise is just what we need.

Take those things, yeah!

Nice tip, bud!

It's over, baby.

Where are you going?

I'm going home.

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Siena, you guys.

Yeah, but back in across the U.S.

we're not in North Korea.

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I trusted you.

I know.

Like I never trusted nobody before.

I know.

We're not open

Give me a Boilermaker

They're burying my husband at the cemetery across the

road, so I'm gonna need a Boilermaker Dollars worth of quarters

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You're new.

Yeah.

I started last week.

I hate pantyhose.

Me too.

What do they make?

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I'll have another.

Sorry for your loss.

I'm not.

I just put all my eggs in the wrong basket.

You ever done that?

Yeah.

You could say that.

You cheated on me a year ago.

With my best friend.

You know, I never did trust him.

How'd he pass away?

He didn't exactly pass away as much as he passed on the right.

He rear-ended a flatbed truck parked on the side of the road.

He was drunk.

Drunk and decapitated.

You know, he wasn't exactly still my husband.

I left him.

Moved back home with my folks.

Would have been my ex-husband.

But now...

I'm the Widow Murphy, and I get the life insurance.

Ain't karma grand You believe

in karma yeah consequences

Good always equals good and bad always bites you in the ass.

You just never know when

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

No, no, please, careful.

Stop, stop, stop.

Hey, guys.

You the new guy?

Yeah.

Molly Murphy come in here?

Who's that?

Young woman, black dress.

She's kind of scrawny looking.

It's just me, officer.

I mean, we're not even open yet.

Okay.

Well, if you see a chick in a black dress come in here, you

tell her there's a funeral service waiting for her across the road.

Scrawny girl.

Won't do us.

Thanks.

So are you going to go to the funeral?

I don't know.

I really just want to keep hiding.

Do you know the old Vogue Theater?

Of course.

Well, I read the apartment upstairs.

I think it used to be the manager's office or something.

That's the key to the side door.

And this is the key to my car.

It's parked out the front.

Thank you.

It's really nice

Um, put this on my tab.

Do you have a tab?

No.

What did you say your name was?

John Baker.

Don Baker.

I'm Molly Murphy.

It's nice to meet you.

I could love you no more

Thank you, Mr. Glickman.

Baby

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Is that CT?

Yes.

I thought I'd find you passed out with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

No, you know I'm not really much of a drinker.

You were doing pretty good earlier.

I didn't know what else to do.

You know, I used to come here every weekend.

-Yeah? -When did the place shut down?

About five years ago.

I saw Bonnie and Clyde here.

Three times in the same day.

Did you ever see it?

-Yeah. Yeah. -Just once, though.

Or I could watch it a thousand more times.

Why do you like it so much?

Well, it's one of the greatest love stories of all time.

They were fearless, always staying one step ahead of the law.

Warren Beatty would do anything to keep Faye

Dunaway safe, and she would do anything for him.

Right until the end.

That's love.

It's romance.

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Not today.

I'm not exactly sure when.

I'll let you know.

Cool.

It's my new number one rule no more lies

-That's... -that's a pretty good roll.

Yeah, you don't need any others if you got that one.

I guess not.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

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Look at this thing.

Last time I saw a shitbox like this was in a pawn shop in Cincinnati.

What a joke.

I need to go.

I need a radio.

Great.

Anything on the scanner?

A lot of fucking peeps.

Sounds like they only got one patrol car working and

he's writing a ticket for an illegal bonfire on the beach.

Come on, we're clear.

-Let's go. -Hurry up.

He's firing a whole motherfucker.

Do it!

Where's your wife?

Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

It was a tough drill until I got up to charge.

It's a time miscalculation, don't go shitting yourself.

Shut up!

I think we're getting a call.

Yes, fuck.

Patrol car's on its way to check the bank, fuck.

Christ, the word ain't that loud.

Let's get out of here.

Sit tight.

Harry, take a walk out front and see what you see.

Take a radio. Tommy, help him with the ladder.

The glass is warm.

They're heading around back.

Harry, get out of here, now!

Don't worry.

I got a plan.

So, Harry, so, what are you doing?

Harry!

That's an asshole.

Alright, alright.

Rattle down.

Oh fuck you!

Get out of here, bitch!

What the fuck? This is it, Sam.

Before we go.

Fuck!

Fuck!

I didn't do shit!

I love this boat I found.

Damn, there must be a thousand fuckin' boxes down here.

Nah, five, six hundred tops.

We're never gonna get all these fuckers popped open.

We came here to personally rob the President of the

United States of America, and we are not leaving until we do.

Mary, Tom, come on!

We should start with the big boxes first.

No. Every box in order, on each wall, starting there.

We're never gonna be able to squeeze 30 million in these little boxes.

Hey, Paulie, it's not all gonna be in cash.

These ain't drug dealers.

These guys are slick.

They're politicians. We're talking barrel

bonds, offshore accounts, cashier's checks.

That's how these cocksuckers roll.

I don't give a shit

Hey, look at this!

It remains.

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Look at this! Fucking Krugerrands up the wazoo!

Hey, hey, Diamonds, too.

Some pretty smoky shit going on.

It's like fucking Kruger!

All right, half an hour before sunrise.

Let's bag it up.

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We cleared over four million that night, but we still

hadn't found Nixon's money and Enzo He wouldn't stop

until we did but with the bank closed for the weekend.

We still had Saturday and Sunday night to go

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So let me get this straight.

You guys set out to rob Nixon?

Shh.

Yes.

The President of the United States?

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

And you thought you could get away with that?

How, exactly?

Because it was dirty money.

See, we figured Nixon couldn't do nothing to us if we ripped him out.

We were wrong.

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He's getting better, don't you think?

What?

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-Sharon. -Sharon.

More coffee?

I can get my own coffee, thanks.

Sharon, how long were you on a desk before they let you into the academy?

Two years, sir.

You're the first female through, right?

One of two, yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I was the first, too.

A lot of pressure.

This is my, um...

eighth field office in ten years.

Karen said, uh, that she'd never want it to move again.

It's ironic, you know.

I gave up a lot to do this.

A lot.

Don't want to give up everything, though.

Gotta find balance.

I haven't been able to find it yet, but I'm optimistic.

Sir, um, I, uh, I thought about what you said about getting out more.

I got tickets for The Godfather.

Have you seen it?

Uh, twice.

Sir, Deputy Director Felt is here.

Felt's in the office?

He just came in from Washington unannounced, and he's not alone.

I don't know what he's talking about.

How are you?

Confused.

So am I.

The inventory of the safety deposit boxes

supplied by the bank seems somehow incomplete.

Apologies, Howard.

Let me save you some time, sir.

There's 456 boxes were smashed open.

Some of them still contain cash and jewelry.

The burglars were obviously looking for something specific.

Any ideas?

Not yet.

But I'm well equipped to handle this investigation on my own, sir.

Of course you are.

With all due respect, why have an

additional 100 agents been assigned to my case?

There's a very high level of interest in this case, Howard.

In this who?

Higher.

Higher?

This incident appears to have created some consternation in the Oval Office.

Can you tell me?

I can't.

I haven't been offered an explanation myself.

I find it very hard to believe, sir.

I would imagine you would.

There's a bumper crop of secrets in Washington these days, Howard.

That's why I need you to solve this case as quickly as

possible so we can find out what the hell it is they're not telling us.

I've got to get back.

You report directly to me.

Yes, sir.

Everything okay?

I should have taken that coffee.

Oh, we're out of coffee.

And desks, and telephones, and toilet paper.

I finally get something interesting, and they want to take it from me.

Between this and San Clemente, there are

more federal agents here than in Washington.

San Clemente?

Yes, sir.

The president is spending his vacation there, so...

The Western White House?

What is it?

San Clemente is ten miles away from that bank.

What does that have to do with a bank job?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

What's the golden rule of a homicide investigation?

Motive.

Motive.

So, why this bank and why these safe deposit boxes?

Because they knew what they were looking for.

Exactly, they knew.

You have any, um, customers with-of-state addresses?

As a matter of fact, I think so.

-Let's have a look. -Let's check it out.

Here we go.

C.W.

Coulson with a PO box in Arlington, Virginia.

Arlington?

All right.

I want you to do the background check personally on Mr. Coulson.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Sharon, have you been following this Watergate thing?

Yes, sir.

What do you think about it?

From what I read in the papers, that crew seems like a bunch of amateurs.

You think our case has something to do with that circus?

I don't know, but what I do know is that the last time the

Bureau assigned 100 agents to a single

investigation was when John F.

Kennedy was assassinated.

I swear to God, the next time I think I'm gonna

fall in love, I'm gonna fall off a bridge instead.

Of all the small towns in the country, why did you pick Deerwood?

Well, actually, I didn't pick it.

It kind of picked me.

You see, I was driving through town, and the water pump in my truck went out.

By the time I got it fixed, I had a job at the Deer Meat Tavern.

Then I met you.

You stayed in Deerwood because of me?

What do you think?

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Now remember, okay, don't mention that we met at the deer meat tavern.

What are you doing?

The Great Escape.

So, you tell them that, uh, that we met in town.

Whereabouts?

Uh, Dairy Queen.

What happened to your no-lie rule?

This is the exception that makes the rule.

And listen, uh, maybe don't bring up, uh, Nixon or Watergate.

My dad's a Republican.

Oh, and he hates Billie Jean King and Phil Donahue and Jane Fonda.

Are you a Pittsburgh Pirates fan?

I don't have to be.

No, that's good. My dad loves the Pirates.

Molly, why is there a...

Hey, everyone!

Hey.

Go Pirates.

This is John Baker.

He's new in town, so don't act like the SWAT team and scare him off, OK?

Oh, no.

Come on. Come on on down here.

Welcome to our home.

John, right?

-John, is it? -Just call me Jerry.

Everybody does.

Hey, sweetheart. Look, everybody, there's fever in the funk house now.

-It's a party. -I promise. -I promise.

Rose, nice.

All right.

How about a beer?

Stand a beer?

-All right. -Want a beer?

Oh, don't even start.

He thinks he's Steve McQueen.

Look at that.

So what do you think?

Are you kidding?

He's a doll.

And your father seems to like him, too.

-Yeah. -And he's a Pirates fan.

How about that?

How about that?

So you think it's OK if I sleep with him?

Oh, Molly.

What?

You shouldn't be asking me questions like that.

Well, I got a new rule.

No lies.

And what good are rules if you don't use them, right?

Well, if you want to.

-Sure, why not? -You're a big girl.

I love you, Molly.

Just don't use your new rule on your father or your sister.

You know how they are.

I love you, Mom.

I heard you the first time.

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told guys my dad was the sheriff I'd still be a birdie

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Looks like I'll be sticking around for a while.

Well, you better, or I'll have my dad

arrest you for impersonating my boyfriend.

-Really? -I'm your boyfriend now.

If you don't screw it up.

I screwed it up, didn't I?

You think, John?

John.

Harry.

Steve McQueen.

I don't even know what to call you anymore.

Mr. McQueen says emphatically that the White House is in no

way involved in the burglary and bugging of the Democratic

headquarters, and he'll have no further comment on that matter.

I think I'm cool now

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Come on, how does this motherfuckin' piece of shit work?

Push the lever to the right.

What lever?

There's only buttons.

This lever.

Look at you, a real Thomas Edison, boy genius, huh?

What, you don't have a dishwasher at home?

Yeah, I got a dishwasher at home.

I'm married, I fuck nuts.

Hey, what's the mirror for, Uncle Enzo?

It's a burglar alarm for burglars, Tommy.

If I don't see a reflection it means somebody's found

our hole in the roof and then we get the hell out of Dodge

I don't think you're meant to use a knife.

Scissors don't work.

The pieces are too thick.

Hey, I'm, uh, gonna catch a matinee.

You know which one?

Getaway.

Again?

You want to come?

No, no.

No, thanks, sir.

You sure?

I've seen The Getaway six times.

Thomas Grant Affair, eight.

The Magnificent Seven, I've seen...

well, seven.

You want to know my favorite?

The movie that I love the most.

Bullet.

I told Mr. Wigler that Stephen McQueen's your hero.

And next week, he's gonna play Bonnie and Clyde.

Since I've been helping out and stuff.

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You okay?

Yeah.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I guess I'm just happy.

There's nothing wrong with being happy

Ah, yeah.

I just wish I came here before.

Nothing.

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Well, I guess it wasn't exactly nothing, right?

Okay, keep going.

Okay, so, we went back on a Saturday night, and

that's when it all started to go, uh, sideways.

Heads up.

Enzo, you read me?

Yeah, Ray, what's going on?

Unmarked car just pulled in the back.

Coming up.

Keep everything quiet.

Smelling on my car.

It's a cop calm down anything on the skin

Look, if it's a cop, I take him out and we

get out of here before anyone else shows up.

We're bank burglars, not cop killers.

It's either that or we grow wings and fly the fuck away.

Okay, okay, if it's a cop, but only

if it's a cop, and no headshot.

You can't be serious.

You got no vote here. What are you doing here anyway, Harry?

Just make sure you give this son of a bitch a chance to survive.

It's a newsie, no promises.

He's getting out of the car

You see that?

12-gauge.

The fuck did I tell you that's a fuck-up?

He touches that shotgun he dies

What the fuck is he doing?

Ray opens up, we get off this roof double-time.

-You got me? -Pauly first, then Tommy.

Harry, me, Ray.

Just spread out and get back to the house as fast as you can.

Why don't we just leave right now?

I said you got no fault.

You do as I say or you're going off the roof.

Head first.

Is that clear?

You got that?

Hold on.

Hey, hey, what the fuck is this?

You got a game, man?

Who are these assholes?

Somebody want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

It's a little league game.

Shit.

-You all right? -Son of a bitch.

You good?

I almost shot the fucking little league.

Mark, calm down.

Come on. Hey, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Put the gun down. Put the gun down.

Don't worry about it. You gonna hit today?

Yeah. Let's go. That's when I knew, that

I was in over my head.

That I'd made a terrible mistake.

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Let's finish this.

I'm so full, I can't eat anymore.

The story finish the story

So was Sunday night.

The third time returning to the bank.

Heads up.

Heads up, do you read me?

Yeah, Ray, what's up?

It's getting busy out here.

It's definitely a Monday morning, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I know what fucking day it is.

Pack it up, boys.

Bring it all up the ladder. We're done.

Since when do you run this crew?

Since you lost your goddamn fucking mind.

And to be honest, I don't think your goddamn fucking 30 mil is here.

Even if it is, it's time to go.

Shit!

Fucking asshole!

Hey, we did our best.

Guys like him, they always come out on top.

They always come out on top.

They're gonna make fucking statues of him, and they're

gonna plaster his dog-ass face on first-class fucking stamps.

And guys like me and you, he is a bigger crook than we will ever fucking be.

Maybe someday someone will nail something on him, okay?

Hope springs eternal, right?

Never fucking happened, Pauly.

Let's just get the fuck out of here.

That's what a $12 million boat looks like, boys.

Next stop, Vegas.

Lake Havasu.

Get that money in there.

Hurry up.

Boom.

Pauly, did you get that bleach in the drains?

All done, boss.

Ray, all the countertops, right?

-Yep. -Spick and span.

Harry.

Here's your cut in Tommy's.

I'll see you back in Youngstown.

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There's only $20,000,

$12,000,000 heist.

And all we get is $10,000 apiece.

You can have my car, I don't care.

Well, I care, Tommy.

You okay?

Yeah.

What you got there?

Baseball cards.

It's from the bank.

Enzo said I could have it.

Any gum?

No, just cards.

Jesus Christ.

Well, I got a Johnny Bench MVP card in here.

Good, Tommy.

$12 million heist, and all we get is 10K and some gumless baseball cards.

Let's go, then.

Excuse me, sir.

I've got something.

C.W.

Coulson is Charles Wendell Coulson, aka Chuck

Coulson, date of birth-16-1931.

The P.O.

box is actually a mail drop a couple of miles from his house in Arlington.

Married twice, three kids.

He did a hitch in the Marine Corps.

It's quite a resume. What does Mr. Coulson do for a living?

Special counsel to the President of the United States.

Makes sense.

Got it.

Got it.

Tom.

When we get back home, we're not working for Enzo anymore.

Yeah, but, I mean, he's our uncle, he's family here.

He doesn't care about us, Tom.

So what are we going to do?

We'll figure something out.

You on me?

Good morning, sir.

I spoke with Mr. Coulson.

He said all he had in his safe deposit box was an album of baseball cards.

He estimates a value between $200 and $300.

Baseball cards?

Biggie Mannel, Joe DiMaggio, so on and so forth.

He said he would try and recollect all

the cards he had and send me a complete list.

We're supposed to believe that, sir, that he had an album

full of baseball cards in a safe deposit box 3,000 miles away.

Well, Howard, we have to take Mr. Coulson at his word.

That's all we can do at the moment.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Coulson, if that's okay with you, sir.

No.

I'm afraid not.

Neither you or anyone on your team is to have any contact with Mr. Coulson.

Is that clear?

How am I supposed to... Sometimes smoking guns are too hot to handle, Howard.

You have to give them time to cool down.

Cool down?

You read the Washington Post, Howard?

No, sir.

You should.

There's an article by a couple of young reporters, Woodward and Bernstein.

You might find it interesting.

Bye for now, Howard.

Give me the Washington Post.

Tag an article by Woodward and Bernstein.

Thank you.

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-Sherry, you see this? -Yes, sir.

I want each and every house on the entire hillside checked out, door to door.

I don't want it done today.

Looks like we drilled a dry hole.

Maybe I was wrong about that near the

house was rented under the name Steve McQueen

Femoral intuition should be admissible evidence.

Karen had great instincts, too.

I've got fingerprints in the kitchen.

It's a crew out of Youngstown, Ohio.

Enzo Rotello, Paul Callahan, and William Mandaro.

That's only three suspects. We found five sets of fingerprints.

Yeah, well, I've got our guys working on it in double shifts around the clock.

Excellent work.

We still have two sets of fingerprints we haven't ID'd yet, sir.

You will?

Howard, let me buy you a cup of coffee.

You look like you could use one.

You were up in Sacramento before you came to Santa Ana, weren't you?

Yes, sir.

And, uh, Boise.

And then Minneapolis before that.

Amongst many others.

Well, I think it's time you had your final transfer.

It's time you came to Washington, D.C.

Sir?

I need a man who can work the halls of power

without being awestruck by the architecture, Howard.

Tell me, how are you and the missus getting on these days?

Working things out.

Glad to hear that.

And how would she feel if I asked you to move your family to Washington?

She wouldn't like it, but if it is, I think she'd understand.

Good.

You got three weeks.

Three weeks.

That should be ample time for you to finish up with this case.

You have to hand it to them, these fellows from Youngstown.

They certainly upset the apple cart, didn't they?

And whose apple cart was that, sir?

Well, you'll have to ask them what they

were looking for and who it belonged to.

That way you can say you didn't hear it from me, which you haven't.

So give us something to talk about when you get to Washington, D.C.

He flew from Cleveland to Los Angeles under their real names.

Enzo Rotello, Paul Callahan, Ray Darrow,

and two brothers, Perry and Tommy Barber.

Tommy served a tour in Vietnam.

We tracked his prints to the US Army database.

And Harry Barber?

You got his photo? There's nothing in our system.

He's probably the fifth set of prints that we haven't ID'd yet.

But take a look at this.

Hertz rented a 1972 Cadillac DeVille to a customer named Steve McQueen.

The car was paid for in $100 bills and returned in Las Vegas.

So they all escaped to Las Vegas?

Maybe not all.

A neighbor reported seeing two men getting

picked up in a cab outside of the vacation house.

So I checked the local taxi logs, and guess who I found?

Steve McQueen?

Driver got a hell of a tip, too.

$100 bill.

And nobody knows about this but you and me?

Just you and me, sir.

OK.

I want to inspect that taxi cab myself.

Don't let anybody touch it.

Yes, sir.

You see it? OK. Let's put out a bulletin to all

the local PDs nationwide for misdemeanor fingerprints.

See if we can't tag this Harry J.

Barber.

If we can't find him, find me Steve McQueen.

Of course.

Is it always like that, or do you get used to it?

It's always like that.

How did I not notice this?

Because whenever it got bad, I got really scared.

I'd pretend I was someone else.

Someone that could keep the cool no matter what.

Even if the cops showed up.

Let me guess.

Steve McQueen.

41 outstanding speeding tickets, all paid two weeks before the heist.

Did a year-long stint in juvie.

That's all we've got on him at the moment.

Let's call the Cleveland office.

Tell them it's showtime.

Here's your price.

You coming?

Fuck.

Where's Harry Potter?

Harry who?

It's just a matter of time.

A matter of time.

We'll see about that.

Let's go.

I got two of the same.

Thank you.

I'm going to the store.

You want anything?

I need more baseball cards.

Okay, tell me.

I love you, Harry.

Where'd that come from?

I don't know.

I'll be too tall

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That was the last time I saw my little brother.

I left Youngstown that day and I've been running ever since.

But I'm done running now, Molly.

No, you're not.

We'll go to Mexico together.

I called your father this morning.

He'll be here any minute.

-No. -Come on. -Molly.

Molly, what are you...

-Please. -Lolly!

Lolly!

Where are you going?

My motorcycle.

You can ride it all the way to Mexico.

Canada. It's only five hours to the border.

You know anyone in Toronto?

No, and neither do you.

Then whatever. We'll go on the run like Bonnie and Clyde.

Wait a minute, didn't Monty and Clyde get shot at the death?

Oh yeah.

He's not gonna run, is he?

I've been chasing this guy for a long time.

He's not going anywhere.

Tell your men to stand down.

Stand down!

Our war lies.

That's my new rule.

I'll wait for you, okay.

I'll wait for you forever I'm out five to

ten years It's time to go Harry

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You think there's happily ever after for people like us?

They ain't done always that bad.

To Steve McQueen.

And the Thomas Crown Affair.

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