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Well, that's the thing about good wine. Doesn't make you sleepy.

But, then, it doesn't give you a hangover either, so...

Unless your brain's all fucked up.

You played for Framington, right? No, man.

Let me just clean up some of this mess.

What's this?

This? This is a project I've been working on forvery many months.

Probably not ready for anyone to see yet, but such is life.

These all banks? Mm-hmm. That's right, Chris.

They're all banks.

Why are you taking pictures of banks?

Because I'm gonna rob one of them.

Well, we're gonna rob one of them.

Some nice little farm bank in the ass-end of nowhere

where they get all that winter harvest cash.

You know what I'm talking about?

You wanna steal from farmers? No, Chris.

I'm gonna steal from the corporate fuckers who rape the farmers.

Agribusiness fat cats who give the American farmer

enough to grow his crop but not enough to live.

Fucking tragedy is what it is. Totally tragic.

So we gotta find a bank in the middle of a lot of big farms

where one time a year, i. E., right now,

they're gonna fill that vault with cash

so that Farmer John can pay Juan or Ramon to pick his crops.

There's this quiet, empty place

with no security to speak of,

and this quiet, empty place no one really knows exists.

I mean, isn't that why you drive an hour and a half each way to work there?

What is this?

Chris, I will totally understand if you feel betrayed, but I need your help.

You want me to rob the bank.

I can't do that. Why not, huh? Because it's wrong?

I don't know, but if I had... If I had my life ripped out from underneath me

the way you had your life ripped out from underneath you,

I don't think I'd give even half a rat's ass about what was right or wrong.

I'djust fucking want my old life back, you know?

Look at this shit. Mopping floors, man.

Don't you want your old life back?

You can't give that to me. No, I can't.

But I can give you something maybe even better.

I can give you the power.

Power?

Power.

Why don't you sit down? I'll tell you about it.

Please?

My old man used to say to me, probably the only thing we ever really agreed on,

whoever has the money has the power.

You might wannajot that down in your book.

It's something you're gonna need to remember.

Do you have the power right now in your life, Chris? Huh?

Do you? I don't know.

How many janitors you know have any kind of power to speak of?

Here's a question.

Who pays for your life?

You go to the ATM, what, two, three times a week?

Three. Three times.

Where does that money come from? You drive a car.

Who pays for that? Who pays for the insurance?

Given your track history, it must be more than the rent,

which gets paid on the first of every month by who?

Daddy. Bingo.

Your old man, he'll pay money to take care of you,

but he won't give you enough money to take care of yourself. Why not?

He doesn't think that you can, so hejust doles out enough money

so that you have to depend on him.

You're as stuck as the farmers, Chris. You star in your own tragedy.

My father would give me money if I asked.

Hey, hey, hey. That's... That's bullshit.

I'm sorry. Let's call him up.

Call him up, ask him.

Ask him for ten grand and see what he says.

Hell, ask him for one grand and see what he says.

Tell him you wanna start a business.

You can't.

I know. I mean, you know, I went to prison for my sins, Chris,

so I don't have to carry them around with me.

But you, your old man picked up the tab,

so now you drive out Old Farm Road 24 once a week

to the spot just to remind yourself, keep it fresh in your head,

just what a piece of shit you think you are.

I thought we were friends. We are friends.

Outside of some old blind guy dressed like Larry Flynt,

I'm the best friend you got right now, and I mean that.

You were Chris Pratt. I was three years ahead of you and I looked up to you.

You were fucking beautiful.

But then...

Well, now... I'm gonna help you.

How? I'll say it again.

Maybe you'll write it down this time.

Whoever has the money has the power.

Chris? Where are you going? Are you leaving?

Come on, sweetie.

We figure it's 30,000 to convert to a restaurant,

another ten or so to get us up on our feet, plus or minus a few thousand.

Show him the menu, kid.

Is there a separate dinner menu?

We're just gonna be open for breakfast and lunch.

That way we have our nights free. I see.

OK, we have the Abbie, the Huey.

Who are these sandwiches named after? People I've admired.

We could name one after you. I don't think that's necessary.

Sure, sure. Why not? Well, that's very kind, but...

What's your first name?

Reuben. What's your middle name?

Lewis... 30,000 seems a little low, boys.

This place is a gas station now? Yeah, but you make that work for you.

Keep the gas station theme, maybe you park a VW bus at one of the pumps,

paint the name of the place on the side.

Yeah, the name of the place. Uh... Yes. Lew's...

Lew's Your Lunch. See, I'm Lewis, Lew.

The place is just gonna be open for breakfast and...

It's very clever.

But we don't have to call it that. Yeah, I got lots of ideas.

Aside from that Reuben hiccup, I think it went pretty well.

I've got a good feeling about it. Our man Hearn wasjazzed.

I don't know if you noticed. I think he was pretty excited, don't you think?

Chris?

Chris? I'm right here, Lewis.

I thought you left me. I didn't leave you.

Come on. I'll drive you back to work.

Who can tell me our three organizational strategies?

Ritual.

Pattern.

And... repetition.

Shit. Very good.

Hey.

If you ever wanna stay late, we could practice counting or...

Technically, I don't know that I'm pussy-whipped per se,

but she's got me on a goddamned pager.

In case she breaks water or whatever while I'm on my shift.

I don't know. Oh!

Hey, missed a spot.

Right there.

See?

Hello. Dad?

Chris? What time is it? I don't know.

Is he all right? Tell her I'm all right.

He's fine. You all right? You sure? Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.

I just wanted to know if I could borrow $10,000.

What? I need to borrow $10,000.

What for? I just need it.

It's three o'clock in the morning... OK, then, $1,000.

Could I borrow $1,000? Is this for that stupid restaurant?

No. Are you in some kind of trouble?

No, Dad, I'm not in trouble. I just wanted to call you...

Because if you are, I wanna help out in any way I can.

I just think you should come over and we should talk about it face to face.

I have an idea. I wanted to start a business.

With $1,000? Exactly what sort of business could you start with $1,000?

Well, I was thinking I could start a skate-sharpening business.

You know, over at the... over at the rink by the library.

And then later I could even sell hockey equipment.

Look, Chris... You're saying no.

Yes. Did you say yes?

No, you can't have the goddamn money. Robert.

Look, Chris... Dad, that's fine. I understand.

Hey, buddy, can I ask you a question? Go ahead.

Do you wanna come home? What?

You don't have to be afraid to ask. The door is always open for you here.

I gotta go, Dad.

Pnce upon a time, I woke up.

I took a showerwith soap.

I skipped breakfast so that I could follow an armored car.

I cased the Noel Town bank.

I rented an acetylene tank for the cutting torch.

Cork and I went car shopping.

And then I took pictures of the vault.

Ted. Freezing out there.

What are you taking pictures of? Nothing.

I just, uh...

I just wanted to show my parents where I work, that's all.

Give me the camera, Chris.

Go stand over there.

I'm sure your parents would like to see you in the picture.

I know mine would.

My dad one time took a video of me giving this guy a speeding ticket.

That's my dad.

Why don't you put your hand on the handle there? Yeah.

Yeah, that's great, that's great. Say "Go Mustangs!"

Vault looks like an antique Hogue and Langehammer.

The lock's a 1922 Moss Hamilton.

Dual custody with a three-movement S&G time lock,

another S&G mounted vertically down, whatever that means.

I say we just cut through the side.

Vault's so old, it's not gonna be wired, probably got blind spots.

Jackhammer the cement, torch the skin.

Town's so dead no one's gonna hear anything.

Cameras? I'm working on that.

Chris, my number's in there. Call the minute the money comes.

We go in there Friday. That's my job? Just to call you?

No. On the night, your job will be to watch out for Deputy Doughnut.

He drives by, never at the same time, so there's no way to plan for him.

That's it? That's it? Dude, that's a lot.

That's the most important job of all. You're the lookout.

Hi. I'd like to exchange this, please.

Yeah, this is good. Excellent choice, sir.

You're gonna wake up Lewis.

I've never seen a blind person up close before.

What...? Oh, that.

They did that so I could breathe. I was in a coma for ten days.

Ouch.

Do you remember?

I just remember I opened my eyes,

I saw my dad sitting there, and I go, "I love you, Boomer."

And then he starts crying.

You call your dad Boomer? No, that's the name of my first dog.

Yeah. He was a hunting dog. He was a Chesapeake Bay retriever.

The only one in the world that couldn't swim.

You used to shoot birds? Ducks, geese, and deer.

With my dad and my idiot brother.

And you liked doing that? No. But I was good at it.

What a surprise.

I'm gonna kiss it better.

Luvlee, I presume. I recognize the perfume.

Can I offer you some pie? It's not homemade, but it's decent.

No, thank you.

Probably gotta watch your figure, your line of work.

Nice name, by the way. Luvlee Lemons.

I don't dance anymore. I was neververy good at it.

Please tell me you're not waving your hand in front of my face.

Sorry. Have you been blind your whole life?

Most of it, yeah. How'd it happen?

I looked at the sun too long. Wow. You hear about that...

Let me ask you a question. What's your real name?

Why? Are you gonna Google me? I did, what would I find?

Probably nothing. And what happens if I Google Gary?

How'd you meet Chris?

Center put us together a few years ago.

Now he's your best friend? He's a good friend.

Maybe your only friend, huh?

That thing I said about the sun?

That's a lie. Total bullshit. I was about your age.

Some buddies and me wanted to make money, so we started a meth lab.

You blew yourself up? Do I look like I blew myself up?

No, I didn't blow myself up.

This was a while back, before meth was fashionable,

so unfortunately it wasn't yet known

that if you work in an unventilated room,

the fumes can and, in fact, do blind you.

It probably could have been avoided

if I had just stopped and bothered to ask a simple question:

What am I doing here?

That is a sad story. I'm sorry... if it's true.

Tell me, what are you all cooking, sweetheart? Why are you here?

The same reason you are. Chris Pratt.

Sweet. Of course, not as sweet as meeting in a bar.

Or giving somebody a cell phone. Gary wants to help Chris.

I'll bet he does. Do you know Gary?

I've known lots of Garys.

Afew Luvlees, too. Meaning?

Meaning something tells me that you really don't believe

you're going to be invited to the next Pratt Thanksgiving.

I could be.

Sometimes I wake up and think I can see until I walk into a door.

The Luvlee Lemons of this world do not end up with Chris Pratt.

Thank you.

Asshole. Sad but true.

But that brings me back to that original question, Luvlee.

So tonight, in the dark, I'm gonna help you out and ask it again.

What are you doing here?

Yeah. The money's here.

That's good news. We go tomorrow.

Sorry I'm late. I had to run down to the hospital.

Sherry thought she was going into labor.

It was these weird fake contractions.

I don't really understand. Anyway, I wanted to stop by on our way home.

Oh, I'm fine, thanks. Cool. See you tomorrow night.

Hey, Ted.

You don't always have to come by and check up on the bank.

You think I come by here to check up on the bank?

I come by here to check up on you, make sure you're OK.

Yeah, well... if I need a doughnut, I can get my own.

I sure as shit don't need you feeling sorry for me.

You know. I know.

This whole Earl of Sandwich thing is revisionist bullshit.

Nobody invented the sandwich any more than mashed potatoes.

Want me to read you the menu? Why? I order the same damn thing.

So you know what you want? What I always have. Teriyaki burger.

I'll tell you what, Chris, we have our place, no menus.

Server comes up to the table, brings ice water,

tells you what's cooking that day.

That'll be great. Especially for our blind customers.

I'm sorry, sightless. OK, what can I get you guys?

For starters, I'll take the name of your perfume.

It's Obsession. Consider me obsessed.

The teriyaki burger. Medium well, extra teri on the side.

And two Cokes.

Tell me, gorgeous, is it hot in here or is it just you?

You two are trouble, I can tell. Who, us? No.

We're just having a gimps' night out. I'll get your drinks.

She sounds cute. Why'd you say that?

Because she sounds cute. Gimps' night out?

What, you don't think she noticed? I can do any fucking thing I want to.

And it's not even night out either, stupid.

I'm sorry. Did I embarrass you?

The way you talk to people sometimes, it's obnoxious.

How do I talk to people? That waitress, the way you hit on her.

Come on. I've been turned down more times than the beds at the Holiday Inn.

That doesn't keep me from trying. Has it ever worked?

Think that waitress is thinking,

"I wanna bone that blind guy, looks like Larry Flynt."

Larry Flynt? Oh, Jesus. I'm moving out.

Do you wanna know when?

Sure.

When? I don't know. But soon.

Here we are, gentlemen. And enjoy.

Just bring the check.

You're kidding, right? Just bring the check.

Wait.

Go ahead.

Good night. Good night.

Don't think I haven't noticed. I've been watching you.

The new clothes, the way you've been acting.

I'm not a fool, Chris.

I found this in my drawer.

And I realized you've come a long way since then

and that perhaps I've been a little unfair.

After the holidays we'll get you some regular time behind the window.

After all, Mrs. Lange isn't gonna be around forever.

Good night, Chris.

Oh, and don't forget to lock the door.

Hello. Lewis, it's me. I really messed up.

I don't know why, but I said I would do it.

They're gonna be here soon, and I don't wanna do it anymore.

What? I really wanted to tell you before.

Look, I'll be home in an hour. Whatever mess you made, I'll clean it up.

I'm not at home, I'm at the bank...

Hey.

Gary.

I can't do this. You guys do whatever you want, I won't say anything,

but I'm just not gonna do it.

I understand. Tell you what, why don't you go home, relax,

and we'll just send you a check.

Now go in there, get your mop,

do your job and shut your fucking mouth.

Deputy Doughnut.

That's a gun. Just know it's there.

But talk to him like normal.

Go.

Hey, Ted. Hey.

Cold out, huh? Yeah, I guess.

Starting tomorrow, Phillip Costello's gonna be taking over my shift.

How come? You forget? Baby?

Yeah.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know.

Hey, Ted.

I'm sorry about the other night, what I said.

Forget it. I know you can't help it. I'll see you later.

Very nice.

Oh, man.

Put your fucking gloves back on.

Chris.

OK. OK.

Go and get it.

That's all of it. You can bring the car around back.

Go.

Car.

Don't move.

Shit. Cop.

Jesus! It's Deputy Doughnut. Shut the fuck up.

Chris?

Chris! You in there?

Chris!

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Move away from the wall! Put your hands on your head!

Don't think! Just do it! Who's the shotgun? Who's the shotgun?

Ted? Don't you fucking move!

It's me. Shut up! Put your hands on your...

Ted, there's another one! There's another...

Help me.

Help him, Bone.

Chris!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

No.

License and registration, please.

You were driving with your lights off. Just because of the fucking fireflies.

Excuse me? I just wanted to show her...

I wanted to see her face...

I'm in so much trouble. They all died, and it's my fault.

Take it easy. They're gonna kill me.

Chris Pratt. Yes, sir.

Go on home. Whatever it is you think they're mad at,

probably isn't as bad as you think it is.

You want me to follow you? No.

Good night, then.

Hello. Are you OK?

I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Because the lights are on.

They're up there, aren't they? Just get out ofhere.

Come on up here, and we can figure this out.

You're gonna shoot me. I justwanna talk to you.

There's a camera in the vault. There's a shovel and some bags in this car.

You're gonna kill me and bury me somewhere.

You're gonna blame the whole thing...

Agood teller is primarily a good counter.

My friend would like to buy you a drink.

I'll say it again. Maybe you'll write it down this time.

Whoever has the money has the power.

Start at the end. Can't tell a story if you don't know where it's going.

Fucker shot me through and through.

Where you been, Christopher?

Hiding the money. What?

I'll meet you at six o'clock at the mayor's Christmas tree.

That's over an hour away. Where the fuck are you and the money?

I'm gonna pick up Lewis. Once we're safe, I'll tell you where the money is.

No, no. Now, listen to me. The bank is a mess.

We all gotta get out of here, that includes you. I can help you with that.

I get caught, I'll take my chances. They might not even believe me.

It's not your life that you're taking a chance with.

Now, Bone will cut this blind piece of shit right up the middle.

No, he won't. Yes, he will.

I have the power. What?

I have the money, which means I have the power, right? I have the power.

Just listen. No, you listen to me.

Six o'clock. The mayor's Christmas tree. I have the money. I have the power.

I have the power. Six o'clock.

And Lewis better not have a mark on him.

Kelly? It's about time.

I wondered when you were gonna get up your nerve to say hello.

I wanted to. I've been wanting to. I miss you.

I miss talking to you.

You're not mad at me anymore?

You've never seen it, you know. You wanna see it?

See what?

It's a part of me now.

Sit down.

Where is it? He says he doesn't remember.

Lewis, are you OK? I'm terrific.

Don't do this, Chris. Just tell me where it is.

I don't know where it is. Bullshit.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Jesus Christ.

Get up.

What? Huh?

I know. You wanna kill me.

I've gotta kill Bone first.

I'm standing here asking myself, you know,

"Is he really that dumb?"

Fuck you!

Or, you know, "Is he really that smart?"

He don't remember. He doesn't remember.

Where's your notebook, huh?

Where's your little notebook? Where is it? Is it in here?

Here it is. What's this?

You know, all those shitty-ass farm roads,

you know, they all look alike.

There's only one that you'll remember, right?

Bone, he buried it. He's buried it.

Well, you know, let's go and dig it up. Come on. Come on.

You know, there was a three- or four-day period in this whole thing,

I just thought we could, you know, leave you behind.

I thought if it all went well, you could go back to your life.

Such as it was.

Throw it up. Now.

Bring up the other one.

It's getting warmer, huh?

You have to come over here now. Come on.

Am I dead?

I must be. No one's talking to me.

You're not dead. Oh! Praise Jesus.

Stay put.

Did you really forget?

Pnce upon a time, I woke up

and I robbed the Noel Town Bank.

I returned the money and confessed my part,

but in the end the FBI decided that someone like me

could never pull off something like that.

Marty cut the phone line instead of the video feed,

so the whole thing was caught on the bank cameras.

I still go to class, and they tell me my sequencing is getting better, and I...

Oh, wait. The restaurant.

Mr. Tuttle gave us the loan.

You gave me a dollar too much.

He comes in once in a while for lunch.

I started skating again.

I'm not as good as I used to be, but I'm OK.

What happened that night on old Route 24 is a part of me now.

I just hope that one day Kelly will be ready to see me again

and I can finally tell herwhat I've only been able to say in my dreams.

Until then all I can do is wake up,

take a shower with soap,

and try to forgive myself.

And if I can do that, then maybe others will forgive me, too.

I don't know if that will happen.

I guess I'll just have to work backwards from there.