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[ ticking ]

[ hissing ]

[ elevator bell dings]

[ alarm ringing ]

[ sirens wailing ]

Freeze! Stand back,
or we'll fire!

Don't move!

[ man talking, indistinct ]

- All right!
Be good now!
- Unlock!

Mccoy. A-4-2-7-1?

One wallet, leather.

Pair of sunglasses,
Ray Bans.

One pack of gum,
sugarless.

One condom.

- Ribbed?
- Guess I was
ahead of my time.

Where'd ya get on,
Savannah? Athens.

Athens. Is that right?

Pretty little place
Athens.

Uh, headin'
to Atlanta, huh?

Uh-huh.You work there?

Used to.Doin' what?

I robbed banks.

[ laughing ]
Robbed banks.

Excuse me.

[ ringing ] [ man on TV ]
So if anybody wants...

to jump in and grab 'em
before they're gone-- [ ringing ]

the men's
three-diamond ring-- Hello?

Is Roy there? Well, who's calling?

Karen.

[ exhaling smoke ]
Karen who?

Karen McCoy.

Roy. It's your ex.

Karen?

Karen?

Don't sound so scared, Roy.

Where are you? I'm downtown
at the train station.

What'd you do, escape?

I'm on parole. Oh, Christ.

Look, I gotta get my stuff.
All I've got is the suit
I went to court in.

Well, uh, I don't want
you comin' to the house.

- I'll just meet you
at Mario's.
- What?

- Mario's at 4:00!
- Okay. Tomorrow, 4:00?

Yeah. 4:00. Roy?

How's Patrick?

Thanks.

[ revving engine ]

[ door bell dinging ] Okay, everybody hit the floor!
This is a stickup!

[ woman ]
Oh! Oh!

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Just step to the side, please.

All right,
gimme all your money.I can't do that.

Why not?I haven't got the key.

Well, get the key.I can't.

Why not?The manager's got it.

Well, get the manager.I can't. He went home.

Shut up!
Okay, Mr. Smarty-pants.

This is a gun. [ clang ]

Okay, hang on!

Don't blow it.

Okay.Where did you want
your new asshole?

[ gunshot]

[ indistinct shouting]

I'm Gary Buckner.
I been appointed by the state
to supervise your parole.

Why didn't you call me when
you came in last night?

Well, it was late. I knew
I would be seeing you today...

so I didn't think
that you would-- Wait a minute.

You didn't think?
I think that you
don't understand...

what being on parole
really means.Mr. Buckner--

I'm the boss
is what it means.

You say somethin'
I don't like, I'm gonna throw
your butt back in the can.

You dosomethin' I
don't like, I'm gonna throw
your butt back in the can.

You don't report,
I'm gonna throw your
butt back in the can.

You don't call, your butt is
back in the can. You violate
your parole in any way,

you are back in the can,
do you understand me?

Karen, I really
want to be friends.

But it's gonna take
cooperation.

Now what are you gonna
do to cooperate with
the state of Georgia?

I'd like to get a job...

and find a place to live.Mm-hmm.

Well, first, you're gonna
have to spend a month
in that halfway house.

Mr. Buckner, I spent
six years in prison.

I've got a son who
doesn't even know me.
I needmy own place to live.

What can I tell ya?

Couldn't you just
give me a break?No, ma'am.

I can't give breaks.
You gotta earn 'em, but
I'll tell you what, Karen.

You keep that pretty
little figure of yours,
get yourself a job...

and do exactly what your
parole officer tells you,

and I'll let you out of that
halfway house, okay? Okay.

Oh, uh, Karen?
One more thing.

You stay out of them damn
banks, now you hear me?

[ man ]
Frankly, I agree,
but I've changed.

Oh, thanks. Just don't
let me down, J.T.

Straight like
an arrow, Mel.Right.

[ J.T. ]
Who the hell is that? She was released yesterday.

Mac somethin'--
McDonald, McCoy.
Karen McCoy.

TheKaren McCoy?
See ya.

Hey! Hey!
Uh, wait a minute.

Excuse me. Are you
who I think you are?

You are.
I can't believe it.

Me neither.I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Uh, J.T. Barker.

What do you want,
my handbag?

Listen, I'm your biggest fan.
Can I ask you a question?

That Atlanta job,
that bank you did in '84--J.T.? Is that what it is?

I'm in a hurry
if you don't mind.
Where
did you hide all that dirt?

Hey, wait up, now.
One more question now.

That '85 job you did,
that First National...

where you filled all
them alarms with foam?I've got a bus to catch.

I know, I know--
a trade secret.I'm really sorry, okay?

Hey! Hey! Shit!Hey, listen.

I can give you a ride.
My car's right here.

Is it true
you never carry? ♪♪♪♪ [ radio ]

Excuse me?A rod?

A heater? The difference.
A piece.

You know, a gun? I didn't need a gun.

I robbed banks when
nobody was in them.

Nobody was in them.
[ laughs ]
That's great.

"I robbed banks when
nobody was in them."

Geez. Hey, you know,
I'm a first-class driver,
miss McCoy.

You get ready for your
next job, will you keep me
in mind? Miss McCoy?

- Stop the car.
- Oh, I'm talkin'
too much, aren't I?

Listen, you don't have
to get out. I'll shut up.

This is where I'm going.
Thanks for the ride.Oh.

Hey, you want to get
together sometime,
have dinner?

- You like hot stuff--
uh, spicy food?
- I'll call you. Thanks.

Okay.

Hey, you don't have
my number!

Just, uh, one question
on your form.

Previous occupation?
You left it blank.

Uh, yes, ma'am. I just really
didn't know what to put.

Self-employed?
Armed services?

Um, Athens Correctional
Facility for Women.

I was a convict.

I'm sorry, Miss McCoy.
The company has
a policy about this.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm sorry.No, that's okay.
Thank you.

Uh, the position involves
handling cash, honey.

We just don't feel like
it'd be appropriate
in the circumstances.

Um, the thing is--

Well, I really don't know
that I can--

Ma'am, I really
need this job.

Well...

why don't I just put
self-employed?

Thank you so much.

[ man on TV ]
Love Connection!

And now here's our host
Chuck Woolery!

[ man coughing ]

[ indistinct noise ]

Where have you been?
Oh, there's no way...

a friend of mine is gonna
live in no halfway house.

Come on,
let's get your stuff.

[ thunderclap ]

This is it.

I, uh, got 'em to throw in
the linen for free,

and there's gonna be
a mini-fridge here
and a microwave.

What, you don't like it?

You don't like it.No, I-I--

Oh, you're worryin' about
what that parole officer
of yours is gonna say?

No. Buckner said
I could move if I got a job.

Uh...

well, good.

This is, uh, my address
in an emergency,

and, uh, that's just
temporary, but--

and you'll have a phone,
uh, sometime next week...

so I guess I'll, uh...

see you tomorrow?

Thanks. No, really.

[ man ] You took it
as a personal loan? [ Roy ] It's my business.

That's the premiums
on your staff's medical plan.

Aw, screw
the damn staff, man.

If they'd sell more,
I wouldn't be squeezed.That's no way to run a business.

You got no receipts here, your
cashbook won't balance, and you
haven't filed for two years.

What am I supposed
to tell the I.R.S.?

There's a woman here
to see ya, Roy.Well, I'm busy.

She says it's important.Aw, Christ!

Roy--
Look, just
think of somethin',
Jerry, all right?

That's what
I pay you for.

Oh, Karen.

I waited an hour.Shit, I'm sorry. Uh--

Guess you got
tied up, huh?[ sighs ]

Shit, you look great.

Kept your figure.Just get my stuff, okay?

Come on.

[ honking horn ]Can I go and get
dad, Cheryl?

No, Patrick.
Stay in the car.
Can I go
get a soda, Cheryl?

No. I told you.
Don't call me Cheryl.Patrick calls you Cheryl.

You know why Patrick
calls me Cheryl.Shut up, Kelly.

You shut up, Patrick.

It's not a good idea for you
to see Patrick right now
because we--

we didn't tell him
where you were, and, and I--

Patrick thinks you're dead.
Look, Cheryl and I
just felt--

you let a woman who's livin'
in the house I paid for...

talk you into tellin'
my son I'm dead?

Look, I really think
you're overreacting to this.
What did you expect me to do,

tell a three-year-old kid
that his mom's doin' ten years
for robbin' banks?

No, but I-I thought
we agreed you'd tell him--

to tell him that we
split up and I moved?

We agreed.Look, now I have to go.

Dad. Who's that?Hey, Patrick.
I'll be right out, son.

Uh, this is an old friend
of your mother's.

Are you coming
to the game?

No, Patrick.

Look, Patrick, will you just
wait for me outside, son?

I'll be right out. Okay.

Bye.

What'd you do with the
letters I wrote Patrick?

What'd you do
with 'em? I burned 'em.

Karen, I didn't know
what else to do.

[ sighs ]
Look, I'm sorry.
Cheryl and I,

we've made a decision,
Karen, all right?

I mean, I didn't really have
any choice. I just think
it's better for Patrick.

[ car starter whining ]

Can I help you?I'm lookin'
for Jack Schmidt.

Is he expecting you?Oh, there he is.
Thank you. Hey, Jack!

J.T.
J.T. Barker. Who's that?

It's my cousin's boy.

How ya doin'?
Nice to see ya.

What do you want?

I heard, uh,
that you're lookin'
for a specialist.

What areyou talkin' about?For a little adventure
you're planning.

You better have something
interesting to say.Ever heard of Karen McCoy?

Mccoy's inside.

No, she's not.
She got paroled.

- I thought
you'd be interested.
- Karen's in Atlanta?

Damn sure right.

That's real interesting.

But the fact is...

I'm not plannin' anything.

I'm in the real estate
business, son.

Nice of you
to drop by, though.

Regards to your daddy.

The most you can
hope for is a couple
of hours a month...

probably supervised by
some court-appointed agent.

But he thinks I'm dead.

Well, maybe it's
better that way.

Look, Karen,
you're still young.No.

You're starting a new life.
You can have another family.

I don't want another family.You're not
listening to me.

Well, what if
I got a better job,
a better place to live?

That's gotta help something. It's not gonna
happen, Karen.

I'm sorry.

For six years, the only thought
that kept me goin' was my son.

- I'm sorry.
- He's my son.

[ indistinct shouting ]

Hello, Karen.
Been a long time.

Not long enough.

Well, now,
Jack don't think so.

I don't give a damn
what Jack thinks.Come on, girl.

Take it easy now.

- You tell him
I haven't forgotten.
- I don't think you understand.

- Jack wants
to talk with you.
- No, I do understand.

I understand perfectly.
You know, maybe you
could send...

a little message
to Jack for me, okay?

Aah!
[ groaning ]

Asshole.[ gasping ]

What time does
the 210 get here? About 20 minutes.

Hey, Karen.
Hey, you look great.

Not a good time, J.T.

What, for me to tell you
you look great?

I'm having a really shitty day.
It'd just be better
not to irritate me.

What, just 'cause I said--

Hey. Look, why don't
I take you out to dinner?
I'm buyin'.

I know this great place.
They got a great menu.

Great ambience.J.T., I--

Come on, you look like
you could use a hot meal.

I'm wet, and I--

Can I change?Sure.

- So what are you gonna do
about your boy?
- I don't know.

Just know I'm not gonna let
him go, that's for sure.

I got a real good feelin'
everything's gonna
turn out all right.

God, I hope so.

Well, see, I-- well, I got
a proposition for you.

Yeah, what?

I know these people.

I mean, they're--
they're good people.

- You know,
professional people.
- What people?

Well, I mean,
like I'm sayin',

they're professional...
people.

What people?

Well, people
like Jack schmidt.
You ever heard of him?

Karen. Karen.

What?

What'd I say?
I thought you'd
be interested.

Karen, I--

Jack Schmidt cost me
six years of my life.

I never want
to see you again.

[ ding ]

Hey, Karen.

Mr. Katarich
wants to see you.

Hi, Karen.I'm afraid we've got
kind of a problem.

Mr. Katarich was runnin'
your social security
number through the--

just to get your pay slip,
you know, and, um,

well, come to find out
you was on parole.

Now God knows everybody
makes mistakes, Karen.

On your application form
here, uh... it said
you're self-employed.

I needed a job.
I'm, I'm sorry.

Well, sorry
ain't gonna cut it.

Well, hell, Karen.

Guess I'm gonna have
to put you back
in that halfway house.

I had to lie.
Nobody would hire me.

Well, ain't nobody said
it's gonna be easy.

It won't happen again.

Well, let's say I forgot
about the halfway house.

The least you could do
is meet me for a drink...

to discuss your...
employment opportunities.

[ honking horn ]I thought
you said a drink.

We're just goin' up here
for a little get-together.

Some friends of mine
are havin' a little party.

We'll have some drinks
and you'll meet some
very influential people.

[ growling ]

[ growling ]

What's that? Our host, uh,
considers himself...

quite the, uh,
animal lover.

[ barking ]Aaah!

Trouble is most
of 'em would tear
your damn throat out.

How ya doin', Beatrice?
Ain't seen you
in a long time.

Aw, fine, thank you,
Mr. Buckner.

Follow me.

[ clock chiming ]

- Time for you
to go home, honey.
- I'm not tired.

Sure, you are.

What about Saturday?Call me tomorrow.

Kept your figure.Fuck you.

Yeah. I got your message.

[ Buckner ]
Karen, it's just
a drink among friends.

You don't have to act
so damn pissy. You know,

Jack, how far
do we go back, about 15 years
or somethin' like that?

Jack heard
you got out and gave
old Buck a jingle; here we are.

Now what'll you have
to drink, honey?Nothin'. I'm leavin'.

No, no, wait just a minute.
No, you're not.

You're gonna stay right here
and have a drink or I'm gonna go
to your place and find this...

in your bathroom.

Now you know where that
puts you? Back inside.

You understand me?What do you want
from me, Buckner?

[ Jack ]
What everyone
always wants, Karen--

for you to rob a bank.

Why didn't you just do it
for me six years ago?

Would have avoided
so much unpleasantness.I don't work for assholes.

I'll be in the car.

You know, some people
just won't respond...

unless you apply
a little pressure. [ door slams ]

where's Patrick?I don't know. I haven't
seen him since this morning.

[ knock at door ]

Yeah?

I'm tellin' ya, Karen.
I am never gonna
forgive you for this.

What are you talkin' about? I got enough to worry about wih
the damn bank and the I.R.S.!

I don't need all this
mother's rights crap! What are you talkin' about?

Don't give me that shit.
I'm talkin' about Patrick.
Now where is he?

What do you mean?Well, nobody's seen him
since this mornin', Karen.

Cheryl gets a call,
and somebody says you
snatched him from school.

Did you call the police? Look, I don't call the police
until I have to.

Good. Keep it like that.

Look, if you haven't got him,
I want to know who does,
and I want to know now.

I don't know,
but I'm gonna find out.
Now gimme your car keys.

Gimme your car keys!I don't have time
for all this shit.

I got a damn federal audit
startin' at 7:00
tomorrow mornin'!

Wait a minute!

How am I suppose
to get home?

- [ whistles ]
- [ barking ]

[ whining ]

Night-night, boys.

[ growling ]

[ woman ]
Mmm, healthy.
[ laughs ]

Come over here.

Come lie down
next to me.

Come closer.

[ laughs ]
That feels good. [ man moans ]

[ woman ]
Ah, I really like it. Put your hands over here.

Oh, where? Right there.

Ah, how's that?
Is that good? Hand me that scarf.

This? Ohh. Ooh, tht
feels good. Tighter.

Tighter!Has anyone ever done
this before?

[ woman ]
Oh, no! Tighter. Ohh.

I like that.

[ indistinct TV ]

[ distant siren wailing ]

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Gary Buckner.Uh, 403.

- Thank you.
- Oh, honey?
I think he's gone fishing.

Hmm?

Lake--

Lake Lucille.

Excuse me, sir?
Do you know this man?

Sure. Everyone knows Gary.
Lives out by the lake.

'Bout two miles up the road.
You can't miss it.'Bout two miles?

Mm-hmm.Great. Thank you.

You're welcome.

[ sighs ]

[ car engine starting ]

[ whispering ]
Patrick?

Patrick?

[ screaming, roaring ] Patrick!

[ screaming continues ] Patrick!

[ roaring ] [ screaming ]

Patrick.
Patrick, wake up.

You're my mom's friend,
aren't you?Shh! That's right.

We gotta get out of here.
Come on.

Is this yours?Yeah.

Hey. How you doin',
Mr. Sam?

Hey, Gary.
Good to see ya again.

Did my dad ask
you to come?I'll explain later.

Hey, there was a lady here
lookin' for ya last night.What lady?

A young, good-lookin'
blond lady.

How'd you know
where to find me?Later.

[ starter whining]

[ starter whining ][ Karen ]
Shit!

Oh.[ engine revving ]

- Was there a ransom note?
- Somethin' like that, honey.

Yeah, well,
my dad's flat broke.
He could never pay.

[ clang ] [ Patrick]
No!

[ clanging ]

[ Patrick ]
Boy, this must be
one of dad's cars.

This isn't a car.
This is a piece of shit.

I didn't mean to say that.
That's a bad word.

You can say "shit," Karen.
My dad says it all the time.

Karen, this is my big shot,
and you're screwin' it up.

Hey, leave her alone!
Stop it!

Stop it!
Leave her alone!

You worthless bitch.
It's my big shot, and
you're screwin' it up!

Karen? Karen?

I'm real sorry, Karen.

Where's Patrick?Patrick's fine.

It's you
I'm worried about--

I don't wanna hurt anybody.

I just want the bank.

And you just want
your boy.

[ whispering ]
Karen!Shh!

Hey.Are they gonna kill me?

Nobody's gonna hurt you.
I'm here, okay?

Don't go, okay?

Listen, I'm right here.
I'm right here.
I'm goin' nowhere.

You've got to try
to go to sleep.

Will you do that
for me?Yeah.

Try to sleep.
Everything is gonna be okay.

I promise.

[ Roy ]
Where is he, Karen? He's okay, I swear.

Well, bring him
back home. I can't, not yet.

Why not? I have to do somethin' first.

What? I'm
comin' over.
Roy, don't.
Listen, you have to trust me.

'Cause you
don't have any choice,
and neither do I right now.

[ indistinct radio ]

[ knocking ] [ indistinct singing ]

hey, J.T.Hey.

Hey.

Hey, what happened
to you?You want a job?

What?That Jack Schmidt.

Sche-Schmidt?

W-w-what are you
talkin' about?They got my boy.

Oh. Jesus. I'm sorry.
Listen, you gotta believe me.

I had nothin' to do
with anything about--I do believe you.

Go get your shirt,
and let's get out of here.You bet.

Listen, Karen, everything's
gonna be all right.

What are you
gonna do with this?In case there's any trouble.

J.T., we ain't holdin' up
no Dixie mini-mart on
a rainy night in Georgia.

You were there that--It doesn't matter.

Just go in there and get
your shirt, all right?I'm just so embarrassed.

Nobody uses Betamax anymore.

What? Oh.

They do in Nigeria.
Betamax capital of the world.

It's my third shipment
already.

[ door opening,
closing ]

I think you know
each other.Wait a minute.

I do a job,
I pick my own driver.

[ clearing throat ]
I just want you
to know, Jack, that, uh,

I won't disappoint you.If you do,
I'll tear your head off...

and feed it to my dogs.

Excuse me, ma'am.
May I help you?

Yes. I'd like
a safe deposit box, please.

'Course, ma'am.
Right this way.Thank you.

Here you go. Mr. Kroll
will be right with you.

Well, thank you.

[ beeping ]

[ beeping ]

Good afternoon.
I'm Mr. Kroll.

Well, hi.
Beth Baxter.

Um, you wanted a safety
deposit box, ma'am?

Uh, yes, sir.
Um, for some jewelry.

Oh. You just, uh, need
to fill out some forms.

Mrs., um--No, that was "Miss."
Miss Baxter.

Hmm. Miss.

Hmm.

Have you visited
our bank before?

Just once.

Ohh.

Well, uh, elevator's
right around the corner.

This way.Thank you.

[ elevator bell dings ] The vault is, uh,
four levels down.

Our security area
is serviced by our
armored elevator.
Armored?

The Federal Reserve
insisted before they'd
rate us Triple A.

Oh, sure, we are now
the main holdin' bank
in the state.

Two years ago, we just
tore out everything.

We put in total
state of the art.Oh.

Well, that's
very reassuring.

[ ding ]Here we are.

Ohh. Why, this
is just beautiful.

I thought you'd like it.

This way.

[ beeping ]

Mr. Kroll. Hello, Paul.

Watch your step.

[ lock clicking ]

Here we are.

I'll be waiting
right over here.Thank you.

Whoa! It's heavy!

Yes.

- Guess you've got
a lot of jewelry.
- [ beeping ]

Uh, Miss Baxter?

A lot? Uh, yes.

Enough? Never.

[ car engine starting]

[ Jack ]
Bring back happy memories?[ Karen ] It's been upgraded.

So what?I can't break into
a Triple A-rated bank.

You can. No, nobody can.

It has a VSU in there--
a volume signature unit. A what?

So what? We'll cut it
the same time we do
the TV cables.

- Ya can't do that.
It's screened.
- Then I guess...

you've got some
thinkin' to do.

You're not listening,
are you?

I'm listenin', Karen.

You know what I hear?
A little boy cryin'
his eyes out,

Wonderin' if he's
ever gonna get home again.

[ moaning ]

Shh.

[ moans ]

[ J.T. ]
Okay, now watch this.
Sit up here, right here now.

You spring,
and then you go, okay?

Let's try it.
Bend your knees,
spring and then you go.

You got to put
your arms up-- that's right.
At the same time. You ready?

Whoa!

[ growls ]

[ indistinct talking ]

[ J.T. ]
Now you're goin' to the tigers. [ Patrick laughing ]

[ Karen ]
Okay, there's the bank.

To the right is
the security building.

Right. All the bank's
TV and alarm cables
run directly into it.

The instant
we trip the alarms...

Southtec Security
dispatches four cars.

We have to time it.
See how fast it takes
them to get to us.

[ woman ]
Oh, isn't that fabulous?Enjoyin' the view, huh?

Go!

Shit!

Two minutes.

[ tires screeching ]

[ J.T. ]
Hey!

[ laughing ]

[ tires screeching ]

Four minutes.

[ J.T. laughing ]

Hey!

Whoo-hoo! Watch out!

[ man ]
What the hell you doin'?
Watch where you're goin'!

Stop.

All right.
That's six minutes-ten.

We'll make it six
in case their guys drive fast.
Then I'll shave a minute off...

for us gettin' in
and out each time,
and that'll leave five.

That's good.
That's all right.Why don't you tell him?

Tell who what?Patrick.

Why don't you tell him
who you are?

You wanna drive
or do family counseling? Don't get riled.

I just think that kids should
be told stuff like who their
real mother is, that's all.

I'd be proud
to call you my mother.

[ laughs ]

If I were Patrick.

[ laughing ]

Drive, okay? Just drive.

Oh, Miss Baxter.

It's so pleasant
to see you again.
It's nice
to see you again as well.

Um, I was thinkin'
about opening...

a savings account here.

Oh. The rate
on our money market
deposit account...

is currently
5.45 percent.

That seems awfully
high to me.

Oh, well, here's
the best part.
The yield is 5.59.

"How can that be?"
you ask.

Why, I don't know.
I don't know anything about it.

- I'd appreciate you
explainin' it to me.
- Oh.

[ engine revving ]

You like it?

I love it. I took
the rheostat off the engine.

How do you know
about rheostats?

I like takin' things apart,
seein' how they work.

You take after your mom.

Really?
What was she like?

Well, she was
kind of like you--

like a boy.

Like a tomboy.

Cool. Did she like
baseball like I do?

Yeah, she loved sneakers
and baseball hats...

and, yeah,
she loved baseball.

And she loved you,
Patrick.

You know, she always
wanted a son?
Did you know that?

No.Yep. The day you were born,
you know what she said?

What?

She said you were the best
thing that ever happened
to her in her whole life.

For real?For real.

And you were there
when I was born?Yeah, I was there.

And you had a little black
fuzz on your big, bald head.

I did not.Did too.

I did not.Did too.

I did not! Did not!Did too! Did too!

Don't tickle me!
Don't tickle me!Did not!

[ indistinct talking ]

You get the passports?Yeah.

You get the--I got that too.
Don't worry.

Good.[ chuckling ]

You know what to do.I go to the bank,
I get a safety deposit box.

I put that in.
I know what to do, Karen.

Good morning.
I'd like to open
a safety deposit box.

All right, sir. Family jewels.

[ sighs ]

Hey, how ya doin'?
What a pleasant surprise.
You need a ride?

What the hell
you doin' in there?
What do
you think I'm doin'?

I don't wanna think.
I wanna know.

I'm closin' out my account.
I happen to bank at
this establishment.

Shit. Let me see.[ clearing throat ]

$152.

What the hell you
gonna do with $152?

We're takin'
$18 goddamn million
out of here on Thursday.

I know that. I just don't
wanna split my $152 four ways.

[ tiger growling ]

Come on, darlings.
Come on, Lucy.

[ growling ]Y'all work together now.

There you go,
sweetheart.

This is the fastest
American car on the scene today.

[ Karen ]
Patrick. Nissan Z is best.

What? Watch your--

Listen to me.
The American au--
listen to me, Patrick.

The American
automobile industry
built this great nation.

To say that Nissan
is anywhere close
to this car is a joke.

- You're full
of shit, J.T.
- Uh-uh. Don't say that.

Aaah!
[ laughing ]

Get away from me!
You're wet! Aaah!

- I'll kill you!
- [ J.T. ]
It's war!

[ screaming ]

- [ Karen ]
J.T.!
- Say TransAm rules.

TransAm rules!

How we gonna get
access to the cables?

They run under
the basement...

to a small architect
office here.

Just one guard.

Blocking the
closed-circuit TV is no problem.

All we need is a signal
generator and an oscilloscope.

The VSU
Is the problem.Volume signature unit.

It's a state-of-the-art
security system that, um,
is activated by sound.

You flip a booger,
it hits the floor.
Cops will be all over the place.

So why can't we cut
this VSU cable
when we do the TV?

'Cause it's screened.
We touch it with
no access code,

We'll set off the alarm.

What we gonna do?We're gonna
set off the alarm.

What is this bullshit,
Jack?Hear her out.

When the alarm goes off,
it takes the security
guards six minutes...

to get from their base
to the bank.

We've timed it. It'll take us
15 minutes to get into the bank
and down to the vault.

Listen, lady,
if it takes us 15 minutes
to get into the vault,

and it only takes six minutes
for them to get to the bank,

we're gonna be spending
the next 20 years inside.

Not if you break the job into
three separate stages you won't.

Five minutes for each stage.
We clean up, we get out.

Guards don't even know
we've been there.

All right,
stage number one,

unlocking the rear door.

The alarm goes off, that
puts us in a holding pattern.

Stage two, breaking
into the vault elevator.

The alarm goes off again.
We're back in the
holding pattern.

Stage three, getting us down
to the vault corridor.

Each stage will take
four minutes...

with two minutes to spare
before the security guards
get to the bank.

Any questions?

The alarm's going off?
That'd have to look
like a malfunction.

That's right. That's why
we're building this device.

What kind of device?

You're tellin' me
we're gonna be downstairs...

knockin' shit outta the vault
with a bunch of security guards
just sittin' upstairs?

They won't even know
we're there. They'll think
the alarm system malfunctioned.

Once we fix the TV, they can't
see us, and they can't hear us
through six inches of steel.

You think
this'll work?

For 18 million,
234 thousand bucks,

I'm prepared
to give it a try.

[ chuckling ]

Hey! Always a pleasure,
Miss Baxter.

Same here.How may I help you
today?

Um, today, I'd really like
to open a checkin' account.

Well, if it's
checking you want, then
checking you shall have.

We offer several
interest-bearing
accounts.

Well, I--

I really don't know
what that is.

Maybe I should
explain it to you. [ whistle blowing ]

Oh, it's closin' time,
Miss Baxter.

That'd be no problem.
I can stay ten more minutes.

Well, that really wouldn't be
fair to you, would it? What do
you say I come back tomorrow?

Locking down.

[ ticking ]

[ machinery whirring ]

[ beeping ]

[ beeping continues ]

[ beeping, thumping ]

[ beeping ]

[ Karen ]
You freezing?

Let me wipe your mouth off.
You know what?

Me and you have to have
a little talk tonight.

But I have to go out first
for a little while, okay?

To rob a bank, right?

What?

J.T. Told me.

J.T. Told you?

It's okay, Karen.
They're makin' you do it.

[ Patrick ]
Did she rob banks too? Who?

My mom.Come here.

Your mom just made
a few mistakes, that's all.

I don't really
remember her.

Sometimes I really wish
I could remember her.

Listen to me.

We're leavin' here
tomorrow, okay?

I promise that.But I like
this hostage thing.

I mean,
I loved havin' a pool.

I'll see you
in the morning, okay?Bye.

You know I never
carry a gun, Jack.

Mama taught me
never trust a woman.

What's he doing here?Just a little insurance.
Let's go.

Somebody's
got to baby-sit.

Karen?

[ thunder rumbling ]

[ thunderclap ]

[ man on TV ]
Well, I believe so, too.

There is
something wrong. [ knocking at door ]

Everybody's
getting into it.

They want him to squeeze
the guy's head like a grape.

Truck's broken down.

I need to make a call.

[ TV continues indistinct ]

Let's go.

[ whirring ]

[ beeping ]

[ tone humming ]

Posts.

Got it.

[ sighing ]

We record the empty bank.

Ready for playback.

Now we hook
into their system.

She's moving.
[ chuckling ]
That's beautiful.

[ beeping]

Two alarms have to go off first.
They're linked in pairs.

[ beeping,
alarm ringing ]

- When, for Christ's sakes?
- [ alarm ringing ]

- How about now?
- [ sirens wailing ]

[ over radio ]
Security's on its way.

[ sirens wailing ]

And two more.
These are cop cars.

[ sirens wailing ]

Two minutes.

Let's go!
Get around back!

Let's go! Inside!Be careful!

Shouldn't we switch
the video over?

They're gonna want to see
those boys back at base.

Hick dicks!
Won't know what hit 'em.

Look at the rent-a-cop.
[ laughing ]

[ alarm ringing ]

What set it off?

Look behind
them counters! Shine that light over here.

Cops just can't stand
false alarms.

Like Keystone Kops.

[ chattering ]

[ door slams ]

Okay.

[ alarm ringing ]

Pump!

Two, 40.

Three minutes, 50.

It's a T-38.

I got it.
Okay, it's in. We got three minutes.

- Test it.
- Fine.

Five, 20. [ pounding ]

[ Karen ]
Clean up!
Let's go!

Let's go!

[ sirens wailing ]

[ alarm ringing ]

[ thunder rumbling ]

[ man on police radio]
Command to patrol. 10-4.

How many times they gonna
bring us out here?

They just waste our time. I don't believe it.

[ alarm ringing ]

[ sirens wailing ]

[ alarm ringing ]

Red six.

Got it.Got it.

And turn.

Four minutes, 40.

[ alarm ringing ]

Red eight. Got it.

Come on, boy.

And turn.

Red nine. - Got it.
- Got it.

And turn.

- Two minutes, 20.
- Shit.
- Come on, Karen.

- What's happenin'?
- I got it, blue 12.

- Blue 12.
- Got it.
- Got it.

[ alarm ringing ] And turn.

- Thirteen.
- Tot it.
- Tot it.

And turn.

- One minute, 40.
We ought to be outta here.
- Just a minute.

- Blue 12.
- W-we already done that one.

Just do it!
This time I go first.

Got it.

And now.

[ elevator bell ringing ]

[ sirens wailing ]

Relock.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.Come on!

[ alarm ringing ]

Oh, shit.

Anybody that ain't been
down to the Union Bank,
now's your chance.

[ alarm ringing ]

[ elevator bell dings ]

[ alarm ringing ]

Four false alarms
in one night.

Friggin' bank
deserves to get robbed.

[ elevator bell dings ]

- What do you think?
- Three, maybe four hours.

But we have to fix
the camera first.

Where's the service box for it? [ Karen ]
Probably in the elevator shaft.

[ siren wailing ]

[ alarm ringing ] [ thunder rumbling ]

[ alarm stops ]

[ man on radio ]
You there, Kev? Yeah, come in, control.

What's goin' on there? It's official.
It's a foul-up.

Well, that's us here
for the night.

What are you
talkin' about?Standard procedure.

'Til they can
check out the system.

You gotta be kiddin'.

Why don't you read
the goddamn manual?

I'll take care of this.
You go down for the tape, okay?Be right back.

So, uh, who's making
coffee then?

Should have
joined the army.

You about done?

Gotta do the video.

Just a minute.

You're clear!

Let's go.
Oh, shit.

Sarge?
Sarge!

What people?Well, they're gone now.

I suppose they had
little masks over
their eyes, right?

And sacks
marked "loot"?

No.And they just
disappeared.

Yeah!Disappearin'
bank robbers.

Another rod? Yeah.

[ rod clatters on floor ]

We're through.
We're through!

[ Jack ]
Come on, Lewis,
cool it down.

You okay?

[ beeping ]

[ beeping ]

[ computer cover closes ]

That's it.

[ beeping ]

[ beeping continues ]

[ beeping slows ]

[ whirring ]

[ cheering, laughing ]

Oh, mama!
Oh, mama!

Man, come on,
give me a bag!

$18 million. I think I just went into
a higher tax bracket, buddy.

[ laughing ]

That's a big, old car
right here.

Which one is it?Oh, uh,

it's, uh,

1-8-1.

I think I'm gonna open
an account here. Here you go.

Where's a bag?
Give me a bag.

I'm gonna buy a farm
and settle down,
just live the good life.

Well, maybe.

We gotta do this again
next week.

[ laughing ]

Damn. Oh, mama! [ laughing ]
Oh, God.

Oh, mama.

Oh, it feels so good.
It feels so good.

It's great.Mmm.

[ beeping ]

Hey,
what's goin' on? Jesus Christ!

- McCoy!
- You believe this?

I don't believe it.This is unbelievable.

Get us outta here!

A Triple A bank.
Jack, I told you.

You can't break into
a Triple A bank,

but you wouldn't
listen to me, would you?

He wouldn't listen to me.
Oh, well.

- I'm real sorry about this.
-You did it!

- She did tell ya, Jack.
- I think we gotta go now.

- You bitch!
- Oh, I wouldn't do that,
if I were you.

Come on, Karen.
There's a lot of money here.

- We can make an arrangement.
- Six years, Jack.

We'll split,
40/60.

Six long years. It's not gonna happen,
Karen.

The only way you're
gettin' out of this bank
is if you kill me.

Oh, I wouldn't
do that if I were you.
No, no, no, I wouldn't do that.

Come on, Karen!
It's $18 million!

Whatever. You're dead, McCoy! You'll
never make it to the elevator!

I'd give you
about 15 to 20 years.
What do you think, Jack?

- What about the money?
- You'll never make it!

I don't want the money.Well, I want the money.

Then you're on your own.It's $18 million!

- It belongs to the bank.
- [ gunshots ]

[ gun clicking ][ Karen ]
God!

Aaah!

You didn't load the gun?

You told me to buy it.
You didn't tell me to load it.

[ groaning ] Oh, God, you're hit.

- You okay?
- Oh, it's just scratched.

[ coughing ]

[ Karen ]
Are you in pain? Aah! Pain?

You want to talk
about pain? Hold still.

Walking away from
$18 million, that's pain.

[ sighing ][ laughing ]

What's so funny?[ laughing ]

[ Cheryl ]
Roy, I got my sun bed at 4:00.
Don't forget to pick up Kelly.

[ man on TV ]
While details are still scarce,
reports are just coming in...

about a highly sophisticated
bank robbery at the
Atlanta Union Bank last night.

Five members were apparently
trapped inside the vault.

But police believe
two others escaped with an
as yet unknown quantity of cash.

One escapee is
believed to be a woman.

Coming up, the Atlanta Committee
for the Olympic Games--shit.

[ tires screeching ]

Where's Patrick?He ain't in the car.

[ Karen ]
Oh!

[ setting parking brake ]

Patrick?

[ growling ]

[ growling ]

[ growling ]

Patrick!

Patrick!

Patrick?

[ clock chiming ]

[ chiming continues ]

Did you check in there?No.

Patrick?

[ Patrick ]
Leave me alone!

Say good-bye
to your damn kid! [ grunting ]

Okay, get in the car.

[ beeping ]

[ beeping continues ]

Hey, what's that?

Shit!

What the hell was that?The bank doesn't owe me,
Schmidt does.

He keeps his money
in the safe.

[ engine starting ]Let's go.

Who the hell is Buckner? [ Karen ]
Doesn't matter.

Listen, the point is,
you gotta come and get Patrick.

Okay, okay,
but, where? Where?

Be at the airport.
Gate C-11 at 5:00. Gate C-11.

Why won't you take
Patrick with you?

A mother and a kid
on the run? You'd be great.

Look, it's not like
any of this is your fault.

Don't be so hard on yourself.
Do you think...

that jerk Roy
would do a better job
raising your boy than you?

At least Roy's his father.

At least he'll have a chance
of a normal life with him. Normal? What?

What's not normal about
gettin' on an airplane
with your mom...

and goin' down to Rio
with three million bucks?

No, this is the first time I get
to make a decision for Patrick.
I'm not gonna mess it up.

[ sighing ]

Cops.[ clearing throat ]
Well, I'll, uh,

just, uh,
go get the tickets.

I told him I'd meet him
at the gate.

Uh, Patrick, why
don't you come with me
and keep me company?

Don't worry.
I know, I know.

Karen?
[ chuckling ]
Is that you?

You're early.Yeah, well, I--

So what?You've never been early
for anything in your whole life.

Karen, I'm sorry,
but, uh--

we gotta talk.

You do have the money,
don't ya?

What money?The bank, Karen.

The money from the bank.
I'm not stupid, you know.

[ whispering ]
You're a dumbshit, Roy.

I didn't take the money.
I left it at the bank.

You left it
in the bank!

All right.

Get in there.
Hurry up!
Get in there.

All right, sit the bag
down on the toilet
and open it.

Hurry up!
Sit it down there!

[ zipper unzipping ] All right now.
Get back over there.

My God!

My God, there must be
a couple of million
dollars in here.

[ laughing ]
Oh! Oh!

Okay, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to--

oh, Jesus Christ!

Now, I'm not gonna
kill you or anything.

- Uh, but I am gonna have
to hit you or something--
- Hey.

Oh! [ toilet flushing]

How many of these creeps
you got in your life?

[ P.A. system ]
All passengers for flight 302,

World Airlines
to Rio de Janeiro,

please board now.

What were you doing
in the men's bathroom?Go on, tell him.

Not now.Tell me what?

You don't tell him,
I will.Nothing, sweetheart.

Give me a few minutes.I would, but we don't have
a few minutes.

J.T. Patrick, Karen's got something
to tell you about your mama.

- My mom's dead.
- No, she's not.

What's wrong with you two?
She's your mom.

You're her son.
You love each other.

We're rich.
Now let's go to Rio.

Patrick.You were my mom?

Yes.

My mom?

Yes, I am your mom.

[ J.T. ]
Airplane, tickets.

Airplane, boarding.
Airplane.

Gotta get
on the airplane now.

[ whispering ]
He doesn't have a passport.Yes, I do.

Biff Baxter.Where'd you get it?

J.T. Got it for me.
I always wanted
to be called Biff.

Oh, thank you.Sure.

Patrick, can I, uh,
sit with your mama
for a minute?

Nothing ever
in my whole life's
ever turned out right.

And here I am,
sitting in first class,

with a glass of champagne,
a big bag of money and
the most beautiful woman...

in the whole world.

[ tires screeching ]

W-what's the matter?

[ sirens wailing ]

Excuse me, miss.
What's going on?

[ sirens wailing ] I'm not sure.

Karen.

- It's over.
- Listen, I--

It's an organ transplant,
ma'am.

We'll be away
in a few minutes.