"(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)" "Make it quick, honey." "We're closing." "Well, this is unacceptable." "Because I booked it yesterday." "Yes, a one-hour sunset bliss massage with Tanya." "No, it has to be Tanya." "I need to know that this bank is secure." "Just trust me." "I've upgraded dozens of banks." "it'll be fine." "I don't need fine." "I need guarantees." "Gordon, you've got them." "It's a security upgrade, not the end of the world." "I swear, Kaitlin, if he keeps me late again and I miss Cougar Town," "I am gonna burn this place to the ground." "Oh, I hear you, hon." "We've all got plans." "Mr Sullivan, it's always a pleasure to see you." "REX:" "Look, I scheduled this massage a month ago." "No, I need Tanya." "Her hands are like little jackhammers" "Well, who can I get?" "Jonathan?" "Well, does he have strong hands?" "Hello!" "Ooh!" "Come to mama." "Mmm." "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, oh." "Son of a bitch." "How may I help you today, sir?" "Change for a hundred." "Absolutely." "How would you like it broken?" "Seven nickels, 31 quarters and 919 dimes." "What?" "Oh, you're right, that's too many dimes." "I'm gonna do 107 nickels, 839 dimes, 29 quarters and seven half-dollar pieces, please." "Is that Chile?" "Brazil." "You know what?" "I'm never gonna use the half-dollar pieces." "Can I get 101 nickels, 157 quarters and 557 dimes, please?" "Is this a joke?" "No." "I just have this thing for coins." "I like their weight, I like their size, I like the way they jingle in my pocket." "That's kind of weird." "What is?" "The numbers you mentioned, 101, 157, 557." "They're all prime numbers." "No one's ever noticed that before." "I work with numbers all day." "You do that in your head?" "Yes." "Good trick at math parties." "I bet." "What's your name?" "Kaitlin." "Kaitlin." "I am Tripp." "It's very nice to meet you." "Oh, hi, we don't actually, um," "(LAUGHING)" "shake hands with customers." "Oh, right." "Cell phone scramblers live." "When are you getting married?" "How do you know I'm getting married?" "Oh, my wedding gifts." "That's also quite a rock." "Are you marrying Jay-Z or somebody?" "My fiancé's well off, yes." "Well off?" "They're getting married in Brunei in two days." "My husband won't even take me to the Sizzler." "Oh, he's rich." "But is he happy?" "We're extremely happy." "How kind of you to ask." "Check Darrien." "Check Weinstein." "(WITH ENGLISH ACCENT) Check Gates." "All right, we're live." "Go weapons hot." "Yeah." "Breach the door." "Go on, hit it with the clicker." "Go, go, go!" "And one, two, three, four, five, six and one makes seven." "Is there anything else I can do for you today, sir?" "No, I'm good." "Thank you." "Thanks for choosing Credit International." "Have a great day." "(BEEPING)" "You're beeping." "What?" "Oh." "Yes, it reminds me to take my meds." "(BEEPING STOPS)" "Pharmacy around here?" "Two blocks up." "Very nice meeting you, Kaitlin." "Nice to meet you, too, Tripp." "Good luck with your whole thing." "You're about to be robbed." "Huh?" "(GASPS)" "(GRUNTS) What are you doing?" "BOTH:" "This is a robbery!" "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" "What's it look like, man?" "We robbing the bank." "Yeah, ain't it sort of obvious with the guns and everything?" "No." "This is our job." "Stand down." "I ain't see your name on the sign out there." "Unless your name is Credit." "(BOTH LAUGHING)" "And, you know, given all the weird names parents give their kids these days..." "The alarm isn't working." "No cell phone reception either." "What do we do?" "Proceed as planned." "Stop the security update." "If I don't let the system reboot, the whole bank will lock down." "We know that." "Just do it or I'll shoot you in the fucking face." "Now hold on, son." "There's no..." "Do it!" "Okay." "You have exactly three seconds to stand down or you will be fired upon!" "Come on, dude, let's get out of here." "There's lots of other ATMs." "One..." "On two, start banging away." "I heard that." "Two , three." "It's now or never, bro!" "(BOTH EXCLAIMING)" "He's not gonna make it." "Get down." "What do you push for the intercom?" "What?" "(ON INTERCOM) Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Look, I know you're in the middle of a gunfight, but a bystander's been hit." "I just wanna check to make sure he's okay." "Okay, I'm coming out." "Don't shoot!" "Coming out!" "Don't shoot." "I've got a clean shot." "So does everyone." "Just stand down." "Just wait." "Okay?" "This ever happen to you before?" "Hell no." "He's dead." "Look, sometimes that happens in these crossfire situations." "Don't make a big production out of it, okay?" "You're here for the vault, right?" "Who the fuck is this guy?" "And you guys said something about going after the ATMs?" "Maybe." "So, then what's the problem?" "Are you seriously suggesting that we rob the same bank?" "Yeah." "Why not?" "Just pretend it's two different banks." "This guy's nuts." "GATES:" "Don't even tell me you're considering it." "Look, I rather not add any more murders to my rap sheet." "For fuck's sake, one of them wore shorts to a bank robbery." "We gotta kill them." "DARRIEN:" "I don't know." "What do you think, old man?" "I'm with you, D. I've had my fill of killing." "Why the fuck are we even carrying guns?" "Come on, I wanna shoot the motherfuckers!" "WEINSTEIN:" "The guns are for taking hostages." "That was always part of the plan." "Now we just have two more hostages." "Am I right, D?" "So what's our plan?" "If they wanna rob the bank together, we rob the bank together." "If they wanna kill us, we kill them first." "Cool plan." "DARRIEN:" "All right, listen up." "We're gonna take the vault." "You two idiots want the ATMs, that's fine." "Just stay the fuck out of our way." "You got it, big city." "Rooty-tooty." "You gotta be fucking kidding me." "What now?" "What are we supposed to do?" "What does he want?" "You two, could you..." "Does he want us to come over?" "It's okay." "You, come here." "Watch him." "Give us a sec." "You want to come?" "Fuck off." "Put the guns down." "Put the guns down." "All right, come here." "Let's introduce ourselves." "There's no reason why we can't be friends." "I'm Peanut Butter." "And this here's Jelly." "Those ain't our real names." "DARRIEN:" "Jesus Christ." "We wanted something that goes good together, and Milk 'N Cookies was already taken." "You gotta be fucking kidding me." "I want all the hostages out here now!" "All right, everybody." "Cell phones, pagers, fucking Twitter things." "Anything with an on/off switch." "Yeah." "And guns, obviously." "Thank you for being a terrible bank guard." "Hey, guys, I gotta get out of here." "Of course you gotta get out of here." "You're a fucking hostage." "Get in there!" "Hey." "Shut up and don't touch anything." "Get away from the fucking door." "Can I..." "Stay away from the door." "All right!" "Please don't kill me on the toilet." "Jesus Christ." "It smells like an arsehole factory in here." "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, mate." "These guys are awesome." "Major league, baby." "Obviously on behalf of the bank, I'm just terribly sorry." "Okay, let me just amend that." "We're terribly sorry." "Rex, please." "Hey, everybody, I'm Rex Newbauer." "I'm a loan officer." "And we're in luck." "Certified post-robbery counselor." "I've counseled over 75 bank-robbery survivors." "We're gonna make it here, gang." "Now, our primary objective is to become a cohesive unit." "Sir, may I help you, please?" "Our primary goal is to get out of here alive." "Okay, well as an expert in standard bank robbery procedure..." "There's nothing standard about this bank robbery." "We have two heists going on at the same time with a dead body, which basically guarantees that the bank robbers are gonna come in here and kill us all." "What?" "Don't tell me that, man." "That's some bullshit." "I don't wanna die." "People, let's stay calm!" "(SCREAMS)" "Okay." "Now, this bank opens at 5:00 a.m." "By that time my colleagues and I will be long gone." "You're all locked in here, okay?" "So, even if you were to get out of this kitchen, you can't get out of the bank." "So sit down and shut up." "What if one of us has a condition that requires us to use the bathroom a lot?" "Yes, there will be bathroom breaks." "You will not try to escape." "You will not try to contact anyone outside of the bank." "You will not make noise." "(BEEPING)" "Really, a watch alarm?" "What are you, like, in the sixth grade?" "It just goes off every hour." "It reminds me to take my meds, which unfortunately I'm out of," "unless anybody has any Depakene." "I have Xanax." "I got Ativan and Prilosec." "I've got a couple of Ritalin." "I might have a few Prozac." "I take Adderall and Nasonex." "Are you kidding me?" "Shut the fuck up!" "I just said no talking!" "What's going on?" "We got Oprah's Book Club in here." "Hey, you want me to fuck someone up?" "No, we're good." "Did you hit the cameras, phones and computers?" "Yeah." "You sure you don't want me to fuck someone up?" "Yeah, I just said I didn't." "Go get the Scrambler." "All right." "Jesus Christ, that accent is ridiculous." "JELLY:" "Before we get started, let's check on the other guys." "I'm about to start on the torch in a few minutes." "Make sure the time-lock rig is ready." "PEANUT BUTTER:" "This Shit is SO dope." "What the fuck?" "Hey, no problem, man." "We just come in to peep at your toys." "You is so pimp, man." "Did you see my face?" "What?" "No." "Did you see my fucking face?" "No, we ain't seen your face." "Hey, hey, admit it." "Don't lie to me." "You saw my face, right?" "I might've seen your face." "Oh, God damn it!" "Yeah, I seen it, too." "A very attractive face." "Shut the fuck up!" "God damn it!" "You know what?" "You two motherfuckers are like children." "You know, you're worse than my kids." "You do not know what you're doing." "Have you ever even robbed a bank before?" "Like dozens." "Yeah." "We just pulled this job with the Callahan Brothers in Dubuque." "Now that was..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about." "Don't tell me about the other jobs you pulled." "Don't tell me about the people you pulled them with." "Don't rob a motherfucking bank without a motherfucking mask." "Come on, guys, that's like, uh, Criminal 101." "It's like your tattoos, for instance." "Oh." "You like them?" "Check this out." "You can try and bind me, but it ain't gonna hold." "(BOTH LAUGHING)" "Oh, he didn't get it." "Do it again." "No." "No, no, no." "Wow." "No, believe me, I get it." "I think I need to speak slower to you two." "Generally, criminals try and minimize their distinctive qualities." "So that they can't be identified afterwards." "Come on, guys, what the fuck?" "You can try and bind me, but it ain't gonna hold." "Get the fuck away from me." "Both of you." "Get the fuck out of here." "Get the fuck out of here before I put a bullet in both your asses." "We're going." "You stupid motherfuckers." "(DOOR OPENING)" "Now, I know some of you have husbands and wives that are gonna panic when you don't come home tonight, so we're gonna give you each one phone call." "You will tell your certain someone that you're spending the night at a friend's house, and you will be convincing or I will blow your genitals off." "Who wants to go first?" "You?" "How about you?" "No?" "Okay, you with the ugly tie." "Hello, darling?" "Number two is toast." "Three is up." "We're 49 minutes behind schedule." "Four-nine." "WEINSTEIN ON RADIO:" "Copy that" "Mother-roo." "All right, now you know how I usually get the blue stuff, right?" "But this, this was on sale." "I love how thrifty you are." "Maybe we ought to read the directions just to be sure." "What is that, Korean?" "No, actually, now that's Chinese, see, 'cause Chinese is a pictogram alphabet." "Is it?" "Well, explosives is explosives." "I, um, am not gonna come to the airport tonight." "I am really sorry." "My mother is sick and I'm gonna stay with her, and maybe we can go tomorrow." "And I love you." "Goodbye." "I don't have anybody to call." "Nobody?" "That's really sad." "Just kidding." "Go fuck yourself." "This is the most pathetic group of hostages I've ever seen." "All right, sit down and shut up." "Sit down and shut up." "I just said that." "I was just reinforcing your message." "(SIGHS)" "Well, as I predicted, they didn't kill us." "Tripp?" "Is it Tripp?" "Mmm-hmm." "Would you like to apologise for scaring us all half to death?" "Why didn't they kill us?" "Why do they have to kill us?" "They're gonna go down for murder already." "Why not kill all the witnesses?" "It's the same charge." "Frankly, that's what I would do." "Well, maybe each gang thinks that the other one did it and so they don't have to kill us." "He was deliberately shot." "Until we figure out who he is and why he killed Jack Hayes, we're all totally fucked." "How do you know his name?" "Driver's license." "You stole a dead man's wallet?" "Mmm-hmm." "We're in." "Gates, you're up." "Jesus Christ." "Remember when you just needed a gun and a brown paper bag?" "Tell me about it." "Do you see a clue?" "No." "I still don't know what he does for a living." "There's no business card." "His credit cards and..." "That's it, look." "Visa, Citibank, but no Credit International card." "So?" "So, why was Jack Hayes in this bank if he had no business here?" "Maybe he was opening up a new account." "Damn it." "Let's see." "Gordon and the computer guy were over by the mainframe." "Madge was at her station counting money." "The creepy security guard was standing by the door, checking out the Swiss Miss, who was sitting at the loan officer's desk." "Kaitlin was at her station." "And Jack Hayes was..." "No." "Jack Hayes wasn't opening up a new account." "He was loitering at the cheque-writing counter." "If he was opening up a new account, he would've gone straight to one of the bank officers." "Then what was he doing here?" "I have no idea." "Hey." "You are totally breathing on me." "What are you doing?" "Hello, Tripp." "What are you doing?" "I'm looking for a way out." "Did you not hear the part where they said they would kill us?" "How come you haven't had your ring fitted?" "Excuse me?" "How long you been engaged?" "Most women would know the answer right away." "Why are you marrying Max?" "You don't even know him." "I know that he's rich." "I know that he can't match your hunger for adventure or your sense of humour and doesn't understand you sexually." "She told me Max irons his jeans." "Madge!" "She's worked here two months already and I've never met him." "You know what?" "Enough." "You know what?" "There are four photos taped to your teller station." "Three are of Brazil." "You like adventure." "But Max is not in any of them." "He went with a banana hammock, okay, and got a bad sunburn." "He stayed in that day." "Fourth one is of you and Max in front of his mansion." "You look tiny compared to the house, which tells me you like the house more than the man putting you in it." "You know what?" "Who are you?" "The most interesting thing about you is that you still work here, even though you don't need the money." "You're an independent woman." "I like that." "Damn straight, I am." "I'm sorry." "When I'm off my meds," "I'm not that good with..." "People?" "Especially ones I want to sleep with." "And I say things like that." "Oh, God." "Hey." "Hey, asshole!" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "You're gonna get us all killed!" "Would you let go?" "Stop it!" "Rex, let go of my legs!" "Rex, let him go." "He's gonna get us all killed!" "God." "Just be quiet up there, son." "All right." "Hey!" "They call me Mr Clean." "So where you from?" "No English." "Yeah?" "I've never been to No English." "I hear it's right next to No Problem." "(LAUGHING)" "There's a draught." "I'm good." "Make it rain, baby." "Rooty-tooty." "(BEEPING)" "(SCREAMING)" "(GROANING)" "Mother-roo." "(GROANING)" "Oh, fucking bollocks!" "We have got to kill them now, all right?" "Just relax." "Does the computer still work?" "Yeah, it still works." "All right, now how much time has that set us back?" "About an hour or so." "I say we forget the vault." "Let's just kill those muppets and do the ATMs." "That's blue collar." "That's blue collar, dude." "Fine, all right, but we still gotta kill them, all right, because they're slowing us down." "Put a bullet in their fucking brain." "Please." "Did we blow the ATM?" "Jesus!" "Good to see your ugly face!" "Dude, you just ate three bricks of plastic explosives." "But did we blow the ATM?" "Let me look." "Uh..." "You want the good news or the bad news?" "Good news." "The good news is we blew the door off." "The bad news is, these ATMs got two doors." "GATES:" "On your fucking Knees!" "Go, go, go!" "Hey, I ain't even pulled the trigger, man." "The thing just went off." "Hey, I don't care." "Now on your fucking knees!" "Okay, um..." "Face front?" "Face front!" "Put your hands behind your head." "Hands on your fucking heads." "They're about to die, dude." "They probably don't need the echo." "You got any ideas, bro?" "See you on the other side, dog." "That's it?" "You're supposed to go for the brainstem, right?" "It's like less diffraction or something?" "Hey, dude?" "Yeah?" "Been cool." "Yeah, totally cool." "Wouldn't have done it with nobody else." "Look, maybe this isn't our strongest play, practically speaking." "Fuck, Weinstein, you said we could kill them." "Now just show me the spot." "Look, next time you guys are gonna blow something up, you let us know." "Hey, you got it, bro." "And I just wanna thank you both personally for not killing us." "Hang on." "We're not doing them now?" "You old fucks have completely lost your heads!" "(GUNSHOT)" "(WOMEN SCREAMING)" "What the fuck are you people doing out of the kitchen?" "Yeah, and they can fucking ID us now, man." "We have to kill them all." "(EXCLAIMING)" "You missed, be-atch!" "(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)" "No, he got you, bro." "What?" "I can't hear you, boy!" "Your ear!" "My what?" "Other ear." "That's the one." "What?" "Get ready to die, jism sucker." "All right, go ahead, shoot him." "Go ahead, do it." "I will!" "Do it." "Then I'll shoot you and this retarded cycle of violence can continue forever." "Go on, schmuck, do it." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "Are you trying to get me shot?" "No, no, Peanut Butter, don't shoot him." "We're better than that, man." "Okay." "Just gonna do a crawdaddy here and back off." "Just backing on out." "Gates, move the hostages into that office up there." "Just do it." "You okay, sweet cookie?" "My sweet butter cookie?" "(YELLS)" "Jeez!" "You killed Jack Hayes?" "Why in the fuck is there a hostage talking to me?" "Somebody murdered him, and they're gonna kill again soon." "Look, you're talking about the guy in the windbreaker, it wasn't me." "I didn't have an angle on him." "How the fuck did you get out here?" "Who had the angle?" "Get the fuck out of here." "What are you doing here?" "Can you watch the hostages, please?" "Let's go!" "All right!" "Just calm down." "You're really high-strung." "What you need is a sedative." "What is wrong with you?" "I have a gun trained on the back of your head." "Yes." "What were you guys talking about in there?" "He wanted to know if I thought you killed the guy in the windbreaker jacket." "Really?" "Yes." "Did you?" "No." "We're pros." "Right." "If one of our guys killed that guy, you hostages would all be as dead as him." "Right." "He was also trying to figure out why exactly two bank robberies went down at the same time." "What, are you joking?" "No." "At 7:00 p.m. the computer guy rebooted the entire security system to new protocols." "Right." "The entire security system was down for two minutes." "I'm shocked there wasn't a dozen bank robbers in here tonight." "Darrien should know that." "Uh-huh." "He does know that, doesn't he?" "And you're just trying to get information out of me." "Yeah." "So did you kill Jack Hayes?" "You know, in all my years of taking hostages, you are by far the most annoying." "Right." "Okay." "I'm sorry." "(DOOR OPENS)" "Get in there, Rain Man." "(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)" "Hey, computer guy." "How come you only pressed 10 buttons when you called your wife before?" "What are you talking about?" "When everyone else used the phone they pressed 10 buttons and then they pressed Send." "So that's 11 buttons." "But you only pressed 10." "I count everything, okay?" "So how come you pretended to call your wife?" "Because you sold the information when the alarms would be down to one of the criminals, and then you got greedy and you sold it again." "Double the cash, double the robbery." "That's why you didn't call your wife." "Mitchell?" "Want that I should rough him up?" "TRIPP:" "Yeah, it might be good practice for when the cops show up." "Can we waterboard him?" "I saw how to do it on the Discovery Channel." "I just need a mop and some tweezers." "No, no, no, hey, hey, hold it." "I did." "I sold the downtime information." "What?" "But I swear to God, I only did it once." "Okay?" "And I don't even know who to." "Yeah, I faxed the information." "They paid me in cash." "You've gotta believe me." "Why should we trust you?" "No reason." "But I swear to God, I never meant anybody to get hurt." "And I didn't kill Jack Hayes." "Nobody said you did." "Oh, Jesus Christ, we should be in by now." "Listen, old man, if you wanna get out your stethoscope and bobby pins and break into this vault 1970s style, by all means, have at it." "Otherwise, shut your fucking face, all right?" "Jesus fucking Christ." "Come on, baby." "Yes!" "I'm a fucking genius." "Oh, good job, my man." "The dog's fucking bollocks!" "Wait, pan left." "Pan left." "That's not right." "The vault specs said that the clutch was 5 centimeters." "That's way thicker." "Shit!" "What?" "How long is it gonna take to burn through that?" "I don't know." "An hour or two?" "I mean, do all your jobs run this bad?" "Shit." "I mean, do I have to worry if there's enough petrol in the getaway van?" "Look at me, fucko." "We're past the time lock." "We don't need you any more." "Are you threatening me, you bald little Jew?" "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Relax!" "Bald little Jews have done more for mankind than any other kind of person, ever!" "So go fuck yourself!" "Hey, go check on Peanut Butter and Jelly." "Make sure they're not doing anything retarded." "Go!" "Just go." "Shit." "Relax." "It never ends." "Three thousand years we've been taking this shit." "Yeah, I know, man, I know." "I mean, it's not like I'm an accountant or a comedy writer or something really Jewy." "I'm a fucking bank robber, for Christ's sake." "You know how many Jewish bank robbers there are?" "Not many." "Not very many!" "And even in this work environment, all they see is bagels and shmear and Goldman Sachs." "Look, we're gonna burn through the clutch, all right." "It's just gonna take a little bit more time." "I don't know, D." "We always said that we would bail on any job if the intel sucked." "Already the vault specs are shit." "We're behind schedule." "Our number-three guy Lancelot is a fucking psycho." "We got two hillbillies in the lobby playing with weapons-grade plastic explosives." "Our faces are in the open." "Ten years ago, we would've bailed." "You know I'm right." "Ten years ago we weren't in a recession." "Fucking bubble!" "Look, look, listen to me." "I'm about to be 40 in a couple of years." "That's like 80 in criminal years." "Shit, I should be out of the game by now." "But fuck, man, I need the money more than ever." "You know, I just got my little girl some fucking braces?" "Yeah?" "Yeah, the lnvisalign." "No." "Yeah, not that cheap ceramic shit, either." "Nine grand a pop." "Fuck!" "Yeah, tell me about it." "And they call us criminals." "We should've been dentists." "We should've been dentists!" "You're absolutely right." "Except, well, technically we'd be orthodontists." "But fuck that." "Listen." "Go and take the hostages on a bathroom break, all right?" "I'll start on the clutch." "Look, man, we'll get through this." "All right?" "We always do." "All right?" "Okay, so, we're gonna slide this C-4 into that door crack there and punch the door out." "Like opening a beer can." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Oh, you fucking mugs are the worst bank robbers I've ever seen." "Do you know that?" "JELLY:" "Yeah?" "You Know, you just blew my ear off like 15 minutes ago, so you'll pardon me if I just let your little comments go in one ear and out the other." "(LAUGHING)" "What?" "You only got one ear, bro." "Hey, it's an expression, dude." "I can't believe you're siding with him." "Listen, we cannot let them divide us, man." "You know they just trying to lower our ranking." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Wait, wait, wait." "You muppets are ranked?" "You bet your sweet ass." "Yes, sir, we are." "Higher than you, probably." "Oh, yeah?" "Do you wanna bet?" "Bring it on." "Yeah?" "Let's go." "GATES:" "Let's see where we're at." "I did not know they posted the rankings on the Internets here." "Hey, Jelly, you remember that one website?" "Yes." "We got cyber-whipped." "You ever been cyber-whipped?" "No, I have never been cyber-whipped." "PEANUT BUTTER:" "We got mixed feelings about the whole experience, but in a humdrum life, you gotta take your fantasies where you can find them, you know?" "See any clues?" "No, I need to get closer." "How are you gonna do that?" "I'm working on it." "You doing okay?" "Yeah." "I'm good." "Fine." "I'm good." "What are you, like ADD or something?" "No." "You don't have to be defensive, Tripp." "We've all got our own stuff." "I'm not squirreling away Xanax for nothing." "Why are you taking Xanax?" "Uh, I don't know." "Pre-wedding jitters, I guess." "That's because you know Max is not right for you." "Oh, yes, right, of course." "That must be it." "What do you take?" "What don't I take?" "Street or prescript?" "Oh, prescription." "Never trust anything from the street." "What do you take it for?" "All right, you don't have to tell me." "Shuts off the TVs." "Hmm." "Interesting." "Care to elaborate?" "How do I explain this?" "I've seen hundreds of doctors and they've given me hundreds of diagnoses." "Without my meds, it's like..." "It's like" "I'm in front of a lot of TVs, they're all on different channels." "A normal person can focus on one." "I have to take in all of them at the same time." "Can you turn them off?" "No." "I wish I could, believe me." "I've tried everything." "(FLUSHING)" "Channel surf?" "No." "Drag." "Yes." "Well, you know what they say." "Normal's just a cycle on the washing machine." "To the crazy person, the normal are insane." "GATES:" "Right, this is the FBI's Most Wanted for banks." "Number one, Vicellous Drum." "Man, he's overrated." "I don't know, bro." "Perfect getaway record." "Highest take-per-heist ratio." "And his jobs is planned to a T. Run like fat people to the buffet." "Yeah, I know, but I mean, look at that Baltimore job." "Twenty kills?" "That seems, you know, excessive." "Walked away with eight figures." "Yeah, whatever." "All right." "And number two is Mick Nylon and his crew." "And number three is Alexis Black and she's pretty good for a girl." "And there's Darrien and Weinstein at number 12." "Now, they've been at it for over 15 years, so they have a lot more credits than me." "(CLACKING KEYS)" "And there's me, 68..." "Sixty-eight." "...in banks, but I'm 4 in cyber-grift." "Hey!" "Good for you, there." "Hey, you know what?" "Now I can go around and I can say I got my ear shot off by the fourth-best cyber-grifter in the country." "Yeah, you could say that." "Hey, you wanna shoot my pinkie off?" "Did you just punch me in the arm?" "Did he just punch me in the arm?" "Okay, now, where are we ranked?" "Come on." "All right." "We're number 674?" "Well, they probably ain't took into account that international job we just pulled." "We hit a Jiffy Lube in Winnipeg." "No, it's here." "You got picked up in Saginaw after your car broke down." "Right." "The engine gummed up." "What, your engine gummed up after robbing a fucking Jiffy Lube store?" "You know, it's not that ironic to us." "Oh, God." "I broke the chain, man." "They're gonna fucking kill me." "Jesus God in heaven!" "Relax." "You can always turn state's evidence and go to jail." "What?" "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" "Ah, the joint ain't so bad." "Really, it's not as gay as everyone thinks." "Well, for you it might be." "You're pretty rapeable." "(VOMITS)" "Come on, man!" "Gross!" "Hey, a little help in here!" "(COUGHING)" "They figure out you're the snitch, Mitch?" "Let's go." "Let's go." "Move." "Come on." "Okay." "Go." "Get out of here." "Gates, will you cover the bathroom break?" "I gotta get this guy some Pepto." "Oh, sorry, guys." "I shall see you later." "Set 'em up to knock 'em down." "Okay." "Yeah." "Well, guess you did blow the last one." "Well, now, you also took one for the team with your ear and all, so..." "I got an idea." "Hey, Bono!" "What say we borrow one of the hostages?" "They is half ours, ain't they?" "You wanna pick teams or something?" "Eh?" "The hottie." "Mother-roo." "Okay, we'll take the sort of quasi-hottie." "Oh, I think you're a full-on hottie." "GATES:" "All right, I'll take, uh..." "Oh, fuck it, cue ball and creepy mustache with me." "Black chick, freak show and closet homosexual with them." "What?" "I need to go to the lavatory." "Didn't you just piss?" "What, you gotta re-piss?" "What, is there something wrong with your willy?" "No, I just..." "I need..." "I have e bit of e condition." "All right, fuck it, go on." "(DOOR CLOSES)" "PEANUT BUTTER:" "Okay, now for the sake of team spirit," "we gonna be called the Badgers." "Mystic Lightning!" "What?" "No, not Mystic Lightning." "I hate that name." "Oh, so, what, badgers are cool?" "Badgers are tunnel-dwelling rodents who live on garbage and poop, dude." "They are not inspirational animals." "Bro, you got to choose Peanut Butter and Jelly." "I get this one." "Fine." "Okay, so, for our first activity, we need one very special badger, preferably who can read Chinese, to detonate some totally not dangerous explosives for us." "Dude, if you ask like that, no one is gonna volunteer." "I'll do it." "What?" "(WHISPERING) I need to see Jack Hayes." "See?" "All right." "The man is dead." "There's nothing you can do for him." "Oh, my God, you like me." "I do not like you." "This is really unexpected." "Oh, my God, I don't like you." "I really didn't think I had a shot." "How is Max gonna react to this?" "You know what?" "Fuck off." "Go get maimed." "See if I care." "Go on, beat it." "I'm not gay." "This is not the time." "(DOOR CLOSING)" "Okay, now here's what's supposed to happen." "You jam the igniter into the C-4, you stroll casually to a safe location, and I press the detonator." "Here's what's actually gonna happen." "Igniter into C-4, huge explosion, and you get launched across the bank and we find you in a pile of rubble." "Okay?" "Good luck." "Okay, bro, good to go!" "(EXHALES)" "He is not the smartest badger." "No." "(BEEPING)" "Huh." "Mother-roo." "Son of a bitch!" "New rule!" "From here on out, we only rob human beings." "This is fucking ridiculous." "Locked!" "Of course they're fucking locked." "Of course." "Why does this bank hate us?" "Oh, I found some nickels." "Fucking nickels." "Stupidest goddamn coin on the planet." "Hey, Jelly." "Things is looking up." "I just found us a bunch of nickels." "(MUTTERING) They shot him from there." "Went through him this way..." "Drop the gun, bro." "You heard the man." "Drop it." "Put the gun down!" "Put it down!" "Put the fucking gun down, dude." "Yo!" "Earth to dude!" "Drop the fucking gun!" "Drop the fucking gun!" "Put the fucking gun down!" "Drop the gun!" "Drop the gun, dude!" "What the fuck are you waiting on?" "(ALL CLAMORING)" "PEANUT BUTTER:" "Put the gun down!" "Guys, what's up?" "Drop the gun." "This?" "I found it on him." "I ain't interested in the fucking provenance of the gun." "Just put her on the ground." "You gotta be kidding me." "Dude, I know that we're sort of the junior varsity team around here, but we'd appreciate it if you'd surrender your weapon to us when we're holding you at gunpoint." "This fucking thing is FBI issue." "FBI?" "That's interesting." "Wait a minute." "An FBI agent tried to rob this bank too?" "Or he was here investigating somebody." "We have at least five wanted criminals in this bank." "Right?" "What the fuck is going on here?" "Bingo." "You got it?" "Nope." "I found that missing piece to your ear." "Now, if you gotta faint, I got ya." "Okay." "Peanut Butter and Jelly came through the front door there." "Darrien and Gates came down the stairs there." "Bullets flew north-south." "The blood splattered east-west." "If he got caught in the Crossfire, it'd be north-south." "Darrien and Gates were on the wrong axis." "So were Peanut Butter and Jelly." "The FBI guy, Jack Hayes, was dead center." "With him in that position, only two guys could've shot him." "Mitchell the computer guy." "But he wasn't armed." "So if you eliminate that option, there 's only one other possibility." "The murderer must be" "Weinstein." "(ALL GROANING)" "Weinstein?" "Yeah." "You absolutely sure?" "Absolutely." "Weinstein, what's your 20?" "Oh, shit." "Oh, Shit." "Shit, they shot each other." "No, no." "There's no fucking way that this asshole was able to draw faster than Weinstein." "No way." "And where the fuck could he get a gun and a silencer?" "What do you make of this, here, spaceman?" "I reckon that Weinstein's pissed because the computer guy invited two parties to the heist, and the computer guy, he's mad because Weinstein killed the FBI guy." "And they both confront each other, both draw, both die." "Why would Weinstein confront him now?" "Surprise the bastard." "And why would Weinstein kill an FBI agent in the middle of a bank heist?" "To surprise the bastard." "Weinstein had the computer guy at gunpoint when he came into the kitchen, but the computer guy got two shots into him." "Well, maybe someone surprised somebody else in some other manner." "What if it wasn't a confrontational moment?" "What if they were allies?" "Hey." "You better watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my friend." "He would never turn on me, ever." "We've been working together for 15 years now." "And that means something in this fucking business." "Besides, the only people that had access to the kitchen were, uh, only Peanut Butter, Jelly and..." "And you, Gates..." "Oh." "...had access to the kitchen." "And the hostages upstairs in the ceiling." "Wait a minute." "The hostages are crawling around in the fucking ceiling now." "You see that?" "This is it." "This job is over." "No, no, wait, wait." "You, wait here!" "Darrien." "Darrien, mate, listen." "Listen to me, all right?" "That's kind of weird." "Hmm." "Well, PB, what are we gonna do now?" "I got nothing, bro." "Except I'm gonna get this piece of ear into the freezer up there." "Buddy, I swear, if you was a woman, I'd marry you." "Well, I ain't." "Whoa, bro." "You coming downstairs with me." "Where's the clicker?" "We need it to get out of here." "So there are a couple more dead bodies." "That means we change the plan, all right?" "It doesn't mean we call off the job." "The plan?" "You know what they say about plans, don't ya?" "No, what do they say?" "They say if you wanna make God laugh, tell him all about your fucking plans." "And believe me, that motherfuckers up there laughing his ass off at us right now, because ever since we entered this miserable fucking bank, nothing has gone according to the goddamn plan!" "Now where's the goddamn clicker?" "Weinstein had it, all right?" "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." "But where did he put it?" "I don't know where he put it." "All right, listen, Darrien." "Just listen to me, all right?" "Just calm down and listen to me, all right?" "We should've gotten out of here a long fucking time ago." "No, no, listen, mate." "it's over." "We need that to bust the clutch, yeah?" "Yeah, well, I need it to cut my way out." "Don't fuck me over here, right, 'cause I wanna stay here and do this bank." "The bank job is a bust!" "It's not a fucking bust." "Listen to me, all right." "Me and you sitting on a desert island somewhere, "sucky-sucky, 5 dollar,"" "lots of birds, all that sort of shit." "Think about it." "It's a good fucking option for you, mate." "I'm getting the fuck out of here." "Oh, look, Darrien, come on, mate." "You blow the fuck..." "Darrien!" "Come on, man." "The bolts are retracted." "It's just a motor left." "This will drastically..." "Get the fuck off me!" "Look this will drastically affect your rankings, mate." "That's all I'm fucking saying, all right." "And I thought you people had balls!" "You're a fucking disgrace to black criminals everywhere!" "Fuck you." "Shit!" "Fucking shit!" "GATES:" "I know tonight's been a complete and utter fuck-up." "But not any more!" "No, no." "Now there is only one robbery team, the three of us." "Hey, can we be Mystic Lightning?" "No, you can't be fucking Mystic Lightning, you muppet." "(GRUNTING)" "No more bathroom breaks." "No more perks, no more cushy treatment." "This shit just got really fucking real!" "And because there is now only one army, there is now only one general." "Me, all right?" "I'm the fucking general." "I'm in complete control." "Nothing happens here without me saying so, all right?" "(SCREAMING)" "(ALL SCREAM)" "Oh, fucking come on." "Honestly, I don't know why I fucking bother." "Now go on, take the hostages up the office." "Go on." "Go on." "All right, everybody, you heard the man." "Come on, come on, get moving." "Everybody up the stairs." "Let's go, let's go." "Did you rig his blowtorch?" "No, I fucking didn't." "And I suppose you wankers didn't either, right?" "Nope." "So what's next?" "Do we start with the vault or do we kill all the hostages?" "Oh, uh, definitely the vault." "We find that having hostages around can be real handy." "You can use them as human shields, or they can fetch stuff for you, like" "bags of money or snacks." "Fine." "All right, we start with the vault on one condition." "When the time comes to do 'em, I get to do 'em all." "Yeah?" "Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem." "We ain't really into mass murder." "But if that's part of your MO., that's totally cool with us." "All right, let's do it." "Yeah?" "Come on, let's get to work." "(SIGHS)" "You okay?" "Oh, I'm great." "This is so much better than flying first class, drinking champagne, going to my wedding." "If you could walk out of the bank with the money, would you still need Max?" "Oh, God." "Seriously, Tripp, you have got to let this go." "I can't let anything go." "I'm obsessive." "If you had the money, would you still need Max?" "Yes, I would." "What, to open the door for you?" "Sure." "To cuddle you at night?" "I'm not so big on cuddling." "Take you to Mom and Dad for the weekend?" "My mom happens to love him." "You know what the problem is?" "Everybody says money can't buy happiness, but nobody actually believes it." "Tripp, your persistence is touching." "It really is." "But at 5:00 a.m. I walk out of here and go back to Max." "So you're saying I have until 5:00 a.m." "No!" "That is not what I'm saying." "GATES:" "Now, since the torch is blown, we'll use a controlled blast with your C-4 on the clutch there." "Oh, we all about the controlled blast." "Yeah, that'd be a nice change of pace." "And I just want you lads to know that I'm not just using you for your explosives." "Oh, we ain't thought that." "Just go and check on that now." "Ro-sham-bo?" "Okay." "But no pee, no sneak attacks, no dynamite, no Apache helicopters," "and no nuclear weapons." "Just go and check on them, all right?" "And kill whoever's up there." "Dang!" "He always throws scissors." "Why do I go with paper?" "Why, Jelly?" "Why do you always go with paper?" "You know he's going with scissors." "Go with rock." "Yo." "Hello." "Anybody in here?" "Hmm?" "Hey, man." "I know you're in here." "I don't wanna shoot you, Tripp." "Okay?" "I just..." "I just wanna rob banks." "And I don't know what's happening any more." "With the heist?" "Yeah with the..." "With the heist." "With everything." "I should be the happiest guy in the world right now." "I got a great job." "I work with my best friend." "The hours, they're ideal." "But we never had to shoot people before, you know?" "We never had to kill anybody before." "Man, can you please just come out of there?" "You know, it's weird saying all this stuff to a photocopier." "Look, I am not trying to be negative, okay?" "Okay." "It's..." "All I'm saying is maybe I'm not good at robbing banks, you know?" "Maybe this is not what Jesus put me on this earth to do." "I mean, my grandfather, he sold moonshine" "My father was a repeat sex offender." "I mean, being a criminal is in my blood." "But between you and me, it's always been my dream to work in a water park." "I hear you." "You know, for whatever it's worth, I think you're a really great bank robber." "You mean that?" "Mmm-hmm." "I mean, you're not just saying that 'cause I got a gun pointed at your dick?" "No, no." "Listen." "Nothing that has gone wrong here tonight is your fault." "You're being sabotaged." "Here, look." "Look at this." "Easy." "I'm gonna show you something." "See?" "Hey!" "Hey, where'd you..." "Oh, man, where'd you get those?" "I stole these from your suitcase earlier." "But listen." "Look, watch." "Even with..." "Even with a foreign bandwidth interference, the detonator should work." "Watch." "Nothing." "Who modified this for you?" "Our point man." "Are you okay?" "No." "Who's your point man?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to tell you that." "Whoever modified these is trying to kill you." "It's either your point man or..." "How well do you know Peanut Butter?" "Hey, bro!" "Me and Peanut Butter, we're like brothers, you understand me?" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "No, actually my brother is a prick." "Me and Peanut Butter are like a couple of best-friend gay dudes in a bathtub." "That's how fucking tight we are." "Okay?" "Look." "There's a lot of money at play." "You have to look at all the angles." "You know, he did know about that freezer even though we had never been in that kitchen." "Then again, it is a kitchen." "Touché." "Who's your point man?" "Look at me, man." "I'm a fucking mess." "You can trust me." "Who's your point man?" "All right, fine, here." "There." "Look at it." "Name's Vicellous Drum." "We never met him." "But his cheques cleared and his info was straight." "Never saw a face, just a fax." "Is getting a fax normal?" "(SCOFFS) Yeah, yeah, you think everybody'd be into the e-mail, right?" "Nah, see." "The cops, they got a million ways to track that stuff, but they kind of skipped on the anti-fax technology." "You know?" "Plus, it..." "Everybody likes the convenience of a hard copy." "KAITLIN:" "I don't mean to frighten you, but do you think there could be something to this conspiracy theory?" "(WHISPERING) Well, I don't wanna..." "I don't wanna impugn anyone's character, but the other night I caught Rex measuring the vault." "I asked him what he was doing and he said he was trying to see if there was enough room for the new foreign currencies." "Oh, my God, that's so weird." "It is." "He would know when the system was down." "Oh, my God, he would." "Well, and of course, as he's had to tell us multiple times, he's an expert at bank-robbery procedure." "You're right." "But, Mr Blythe..." "What?" "...he is such a dork." "Anyone seen my glucose shot?" "(SIGHING)" "Oh!" "KAITLIN:" "Get a chair!" "Oh, my gosh." "Oh!" "You're gonna be okay." "Oh, my goodness." "Does anybody have any sugar?" "Rex?" "No, I don't snack." "KAITLIN:" "Okay, hold his head." "Hold his head." "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Where's the fire?" "This man needs a glucose shot and otherwise he's gonna die, and I'm gonna go get it and you can't stop me." "Come on, everybody." "Okay, but where's the fire?" "TRIPP:" "So, do you work with this Vicellous Drum guy a lot?" "Yeah." "We were decoys for him once." "He had us rob this Jiffy Lube while he pulled this big heist downtown." "Bummer is this lube place has got, like, no cash in it." "I mean, we scored like 80 bucks Canadian." "Hey!" "Oh, Mr Blythe is having a diabetic fit." "We have to find his shot." "Come on, come on, come on, come on." "Where's my gun?" "Check under the ledges." "That's where we hid contraband in Joliet." "Stuck it under there with gum." "Wait." "You're an ex-con and you're guarding this bank?" "Yeah." "I might've taken a few liberties on my resume. (LAUGHS)" "What were you in jail for?" "Not bank robbery." "I committed other victimless..." "You know?" "Mmm-hmm." "Mail fraud." "I did a lot of mail fraud." "Mmm-hmm." "Fine, but they weren't even big banks." "How many banks have you robbed?" "A few dozen." "Oh, my God." "Relax." "I'm rehabilitated and shit." "So, what's your deal?" "You single?" "TRIPP:" "I think I found it." "KAITLIN:" "Oh, my God." "Wow, his pulse has come back already." "(GASPS) He's starting to open his eyes." "REX:" "He's a tough old bird." "Wanna sit up?" "Ready?" "All right, I'm closing this door for the last time." "Are we clear?" "I said, is that clear, you fucking cunts?" "Oh!" "Oh, I don't..." "I don't like that word." "What did you just say?" "I don't like the C-word." "Now you try saying that one more time and I'll out your..." "I said I don't like the C-word!" "And in America we never use it!" "Oh, good, the fucking hostages are armed." "He got the same type of gun that you do, Jelly." "(CLEARS THROAT) That is my gun, dude." "I suppose you'll be needing this?" "What the fuck is that?" "That is our way out of here." "So what do you want, a cut?" "A conversation outside." "Let's go." "Hands over your heads, now!" "Hands over your heads." "Let's go, outside." "(ALL SHOUTING)" "Calm down now, calm down, you fucking maniac." "All right?" "Tell me about your point man." "Why?" "Unless you have something to barter with, you will answer my fucking questions!" "All right, all right." "Weinstein was our liaison, all right?" "I never met our point man." "How did you communicate?" "I'm not gonna tell you that." "Do you wanna get out of here?" "Do you wanna get out of here?" "Just do it!" "Answer the question!" "All right." "Listen, listen." "Look." "This fax was all we got, all right?" "Now, I'll trade you for the Clicker." "All right, there it is." "Nice and slow." "All right, stand up!" "Now give me the Clicker." "Give me the clicker." "Here's the clicker." "All right." "Now give me the fucking gun." "Whoa!" "Now, that's Jelly's gun." "It was his mother's." "Your mother's gun?" "Your mother gave it to you?" "All right, I'm sorry." "All right." "What, are you giving the fucking hostages your gun now, eh?" "No, I didn't..." "Are you a fucking..." "Have you lost your fucking marbles?" "You just lost your gun privileges." "Go on." "Go on." "Jesus." "And you." "If I hear one more fucking peep out of you, one," "then you're a dead man, all right?" "All right." "Now get your arse back in there." "All right, thank you." "I'm in." "Jesus." "Now let's get back to work." "Oh, my God!" "What is that all about?" "I just traded the key out of here for this fax!" "And that's a good trade?" "I don't know." "That's why I kept the battery." "Look." "Listen." "Mr Blythe told me that he saw Rex measuring the inside of the safe, and I noticed that when I asked for the chair, Swiss Miss brought it right over." "Speaking of Swiss Miss..." "Hey, Swiss Miss is missing." "Oh, my God, it's happening." "It's happening." "What is happening?" "it's happening." "What?" "The faxes." "The night-vision goggles." "Oh, my God, the fucking faxes." "The goggles." "What are you talking about?" "1 55, 70..." "Tripp, stop counting." "Those faxes..." "The gun..." "Huh?" "Tripp, stop!" "Stop!" "What?" "Why the fuck did you do that?" "Because I thought it would help clear your mind." "No, it doesn't work like that!" "For fuck's sake." "I got 8,000 things going on in my mind right now, and I have to think about the kiss, too?" "Are you kidding me?" "Oh, my God, my brain is gonna explode!" "Oh, God!" "(WHIMPERING)" "The dude's crazy but he is very gifted." "I know." "He is a bona fide criminal mastermind." "We're blessed." "Can we help you?" "Yeah." "Get you, you know, like a diet soda?" "Will you please just go anywhere else?" "One hour left." "We're gonna make it here, team." "I told you." "So far the only people that have been killed are criminals." "And they can all go fucking kill each other, for all I care." "We're survivors." "Or as I like to call us, hero-vivors_" "Everyone, starting tomorrow, you are getting one week's paid vacation." "Son of a bitch." "I already got next week off." "Well, then, we're gonna have to give you another week." "Thank you." "We're not safe yet." "You're that upset that you were wrong and I was right?" "No." "Oh, no!" "(KAITLIN SHRIEKS)" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, God." "TRIPP:" "Wait." "What's that in her bra?" "MR CLEAN:" "I'll get it!" "(ALL PROTESTING)" "Okay." "Do it." "Oh, this is really gross." "TRIPP:" "Go ahead." "Pull it." "Pull it out." "Nice." "BOTH:" "She works at a Swiss bank?" "(DOOR OPENING)" "Oh, man." "What a waste." "PEANUT BUTTER:" "It's like extra sad when a hot chick dies." "When a ugly chick dies, it's like, their life probably sucked anyway, so it's no big deal." "But when a hot chick dies, it's, like, totally tragic." "I know, I mean, hot chicks, they're like unicorns or leprechauns." "They're rare and they're precious and they need to be protected." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "What?" "This is not a robbery." "This is not a robbery!" "This is not a robbery!" "You're a fucking dead man." "Hakuna matata, motherfucker!" "(CLICKING)" "Just hear me out and I will return your firing pin." "All right, yeah." "These are the two faxes inviting both your teams to rob this bank." "This is a fax inviting Swiss Miss here." "They're all completely different except each one has a blemish that appears every 3.2 inches." "It is made when the printing drum has a scratch on it." "I don't get it." "Me neither." "Each one was printed by the same machine?" "You were all invited here by the same person." "The same person, who?" "Vicellous Drum." "MADGE:" "Who's Vicellous Drum?" "The number-one criminal mastermind in the world." "He's stupid smart." "This is not a bank robbery." "This is an organized ambush." "Vicellous Drum has a problem." "He's gotta kill a bunch of people who are all connected to him but he can't look like he's behind it." "So you're saying that each of us here is connected to this Whatever Drum person for some reason?" "Yes." "Here, let me lay it out for you." "If I am right about this, the FBI agent has been after Drum for years." "Darrien and Weinstein worked for Drum before." "The Swiss bank representative launders Drum 's money." "Mitchell Wolf is Drum's computer hacker" "Peanut Butter and Jelly have worked for him as decoys." "Each one of them could rat him out." "And as for the rest of you, who knows?" "Maybe Mr Blythe denied Mr Drum a loan." "Maybe Madge and her kind, wonderful, warm tones offended Mr Drum in some way." "Maybe Mr Clean flirted with him in a prison shower" "Give one blowjob in prison and you never live it down, never." "Maybe we're all here by accident." "Like me, just collateral damage." "Oh, you have gotta be kidding me." "Lock us in a bank and hope we all kill each other?" "I mean, that is a sloppy plan, especially for Drum." "Which is why he's here, in person." "Oh, come on." "Just think about it." "The blowtorch, the explosives, they all went off at exactly the right time." "The FBI agent was obviously the biggest threat to Drum, so he had Weinstein take him out first." "See, that's right." "Weinstein was working for Drum from the beginning." "So was Mitchell, who knew when the security system would be down." "And so Drum killed them next." "(GUNSHOTS)" "Drum did his best to make it look like a double murder" "But the clicker that was in Weinstein 's mouth was a big red flag that something strange was going on." "My best guess is that Weinstein must've hid the clicker in his mouth to prevent the real killer, Vicellous Drum, from getting out of the bank." "Next, Drum took out Darrien with a rigged blowtorch." "And then Drum shot the Swiss Miss." "(GUNSHOTS)" "Five down, only eight to go." "Oh, that is fucking bullshit." "You know what?" "That's a nice little story you told, sunshine, but I've got a vault to blow." "It's not gonna open up." "Listen to me." "The money's like flypaper." "It's just a lure to get you here so Drum can kill you." "Come on, hell, there's no money in the bank at all!" "Of course there's fucking money in a bank." "Don't even say that." "No way, dude." "We have worked way too hard for this." "You are not listening to me." "This is not a bank robbery!" "(ALL COUGHING)" "Well, this is the best damn non-bank robbery I've ever seen." "And you said there's no money in the vault, eh?" "You just don't get it." "It's flypaper." "Yeah, eat your words, freak show." "Mother-roo." "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "So it doesn't matter that the money is here?" "Vicellous Drum is still gonna try to kill everybody?" "Yeah." "I can't believe nobody's starting to lose their mind right now." "(GUN COCKING)" "I don't know which one of you is Vicellous Drum." "You stay the hell away from me." "Aren't you gonna get a gun?" "No, it doesn't matter." "Drum's plan was always to take out numerous armed targets." "Our only hope is to outthink him." "So how do you kill a bank full of armed people?" "Cut off the lights, strap on the night-vision goggles and take everybody out." "Jesus Christ, how'd you come up with that idea?" "In the office you said something about there being night-vision goggles." "Yes, there's a pair in the bathroom." "So what more do you need?" "Whichever guy goes for the goggles is Vicellous Drum." "Or whatever girl." "Drachmas?" "How the fuck we gonna fence drachmas?" "(CHUCKLES) Hey, how much you think we've got here?" "Oh, I reckon about 4 or 5 loads." "So, let's get cracking, eh?" "Chop-chop." "Really?" "Now you decide to save the bank?" "No, man, I wanna go with you." "There's a fucking murderer in here!" "Well, I'm going too." "I'm totally freaked out." "I wanna go with you." "Don't forget me, motherfuckers." "Oh, so we're all here." "Why don't we hold hands as we go up to the roof, eh?" "It's no use, guys." "You're never gonna get out of this bank alive." "Oh, would you not say ominous shit like that?" "You gonna spook Jelly." "Actually, Tripp's right." "Your key won't work." "There's no battery in that Clicker." "(CLICKING)" "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." "Now which one of you bastards has the battery!" "Vicellous Drum." "You took the battery to keep us here." "No..." "Plus you spent half your time wandering around the bank." "You could've killed anyone at any time." "And what's more mastermindish than setting up the perfect crime and then trying to solve it bit by bit?" "I cannot believe I kissed you." "Doesn't take a mastermind to get under your skirt, sweetie." "Oh, don't flatter yourself that you'd ever get that far." "And the rest of you idiots, if you'd been paying any attention at all, you would've realised that all the evidence points to Madge!" "No, it don't!" "(GROANS)" "MADGE: (SCREAMS) Who turned out the lights?" "GATES:" "Oh, come on." "What the fuck?" "Not again." "PEANUT BUTTER:" "Shoot anything that moves." "Unless it's me." "JELLY:" "It's Drum. it's fucking Drum." "(SCREAMING)" "Vicellous Drum." "Where is he?" "We ain't seen dick-all, bro." "Drum?" "(BEEPING)" "Come on out." "Come on out!" "PEANUT BUTTER:" "Come on, Drum." "Come on out." "It's not me." "I'm telling you, I am not Vicellous Drum." "I shut off the lights because I knew the real Drum would go for the night-vision goggles." "Then I went up to the bathroom and I waited." "Oh." "The sick kindly bank manager with the heart of gold." "Everyone's gonna be shocked when they hear it's you." "You think so?" "Those clowns in the lobby think you're Vicellous Drum." "So if I kill you, I look more like a hero." "And you kill me, you look even more like Vicellous Drum." "So either way, you're just fucked." "(GROANING)" "MR BLYTHE:" "Very entertaining story, Drum, but no one's gonna believe it." "Come on out." "No more lying." "The game is over." "KAITLIN:" "Not so fast." "Tripp and I set you up." "We knew when the lights went out that whoever went for those night-vision goggles was our guy." "You can't kill all of us." "Can he?" "No." "One million dollars each." "Untraceable." "All of you." "Two million dollars." "TRIPP:" "Put the gun down!" "Put the gun down and we'll talk." "Ah, fuck it." "And then there were six." "Here, the Clicker." "Thanks, bro." "Well, I guess that's all she wrote." "Take it." "It's insured." "Mmm-hmm." "FDIC, baby." "You got to love the New Deal!" "PEANUT BUTTER: (CHUCKLING) Mother-FOO." "Thanks, badgers." "I just wanna say one thing." "From here on out, me and Jelly is going straight, ain't we?" "Yeah." "Straight to the Hooters in Cancun!" "(WHOOPING)" "I almost forgot my ear. (LAUGHS)" "So after all that, two guys named Peanut Butter and Jelly got away with all the money?" "Yeah." "It's crazy stupid." "I think they said they were fleeing to Winnipeg." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "You are free to go." "Thank you." "All right, lock down all northbound routes." "Here are your meds, sir." "Oh." "Oh, I'll take the Whole thing." "Suzie, hero is not a word that I would use." "Did I lead my team of hostages through the darkest night of their lives?" "Yeah, I did my job." "I want two months off, paid." "Yes, ma'am." "I wanna wear jeans five days a week, not just Friday." "And I want LASIK, both eyes." "Really, guys, you don't have to do this." "It's not a problem, ma'am." "Well, thank you." "Thank you." "There you are, ma'am." "Good to go." "Congratulations." "Thanks, Officers." "Thanks again, Officer." "(GASPS)" "Oh, shit." "Wow, what is this?" "Is it a toaster?" "Is it a gravy boat?" "Ooh." "Wow, some people like to give cash." "I never quite bought your cover story." "Didn't ring true." "Then I remembered Weinstein said he was shocked that only two bank robberies were going down tonight." "And then I realised there were actually three." "Pretty solid plan." "Kaitlin Nest, plucky new feller who married the wrong guy." "Such a sympathetic story." "Your fake fiancé Max explains your expensive tastes." "Your history of exotic travel explains your sudden trip to a non-extradition state." "And your phoney wedding presents allowed you to walk out of the bank with hundreds of pounds of cash without anyone raising an eyebrow." "You were gonna make your move around 7:00 p.m." "when all the security went down." "But Darrien and Drum and everyone else derailed your plan." "(LAUGHS) You must've been so pissed." "But you bided your time, waiting for your opportunity." "And when I killed the lights, you took your shot." "Take it." "It's insured." "Mmm-hmm." "It's genius, actually." "No one's gonna open up a woman's wedding presents." "And then to have the cops carry the money out of the bank and into the trunk of your car?" "Honestly, I think I'm in love with you." "Too soon to say that?" "What do you want, Tripp?" "Isn't it obvious?" "I want in." "Really?" "Equal partners." "We only work the long con." "No violence, no bodies." "What makes you think I won't kill you?" "You're not the killing kind." "Besides, you like me." "You think so?" "Oh, I know so. it'll be fun." "You already know we'd make a great team." "What do you say?" "Are you gonna freak out?" "I don't know what you mean." "What?" "The last time I kissed you, you freaked out and it was pretty pathetic." "What's your real name?" "Alexis Black, number three in banks." "Oh, that's so fucking hot." "(INAUDIBLE)"