Echo Boomers (2020) - full transcript

Despite some
encouraging economic news today,

not all working Americans are
feeling a positive impact.

Many millennials are still
struggling financially,

especially when compared
to past generations.

Let's bring in my good friend
George "Tyrus" Murdoch...

Millennials blame Baby Boomers
for ruining their lives.

Fifty-one percent of
millennials surveyed by...

...the "Burn Out"
generation, with the stress caused

by several factors
like anxiety, work ethic...

Millennials: Are they just having
a negative overall impact on this economy?

...debt in this country
has topped $1 trillion.



No appreciation for the work ethic.
There's also a lack of skills.

...of the recent college
graduates are getting jobs...

...worried about these home
invasion robberies happening...

Is this the next
financial crisis?

They don't even have a clear picture
of the gunmen's faces, minus the masks...

In all, Chicago police
have issued two community alerts.

Now police need
your help finding them.

Definitely want to
catch up with this crew.

- I'm in.
- Throw this on before you get out.

- Says you're joining us.
- You are new here...

- You trust me?
- Don't you think you deserve...

- Lance.
- Lance.

Lance.

I want to thank you for
agreeing to talk with me.



With this book, you will
have the opportunity

to tell your story,
from your point of view.

Can you give that to me?

I can give you
my point of view,

but I can't guarantee
you'll understand it.

Why is that?

Bit of a generation gap.

You're right.

I've got
a few years on you.

I think you'll
find me up to speed.

But I really, really want to
learn something along the way.

You can help me bridge that gap.

Okay.

Okay.

When did this all
begin for you?

With a train
ticket to Chicago.

I'll never forget
how much that ticket cost.

Hey, Mom.

Yes, I made it safe.

No, Jack's picking me up.

He said he put in
a good word, it'll be fine.

All right, I love you.

Bye.

Hey, Lance.

- Hey, Jack!
- What's new, baby boy?

- Man, it's good to see you.
- What's going on?

Good to see you.
You're looking good.

Give me this stuff.
Let's get out of here.

- Thank you, man.
- Of course. Oh, my God!

Thanks for picking me up.

Come on, what,
do you think I'm gonna make you walk?

I can't believe
you drive a Porsche.

Yeah, man,
it does the trick.

So, how's everyone
back in Dixie?

They're good, man.
They miss you.

If they miss me that much, they can
come up and visit me once in a while.

That's true.

How's life been
treating you, post-college?

- It's been rough.
- Why is that?

I mean, I can't even tell you
how many job interviews

I've struck out on
since I graduated school.

I'm looking for someone
with real-world experience.

- Never worked in an art gallery?
- This is a highly competitive intern position.

- You are way too qualified for this.
- If anything changes...

- Gonna give you some valuable...
- We'll keep your resume on file.

Wouldn't you be happier
in your own field?

I hear you.
Job market was kicking my ass too,

but that's why I took
matters into my own hands.

It's just a start-up, but, like,
you'll be doing what you love,

- I think you'd be perfect for it.
- Thank you, Jack.

I know it's been like
three years or something,

but I've been keeping
my eye out for you.

I saw on Facebook that you
graduated and I was like,

"Shit, who better to
ask than my own cousin?"

I didn't even know that
you were involved in art.

Well, I mean,
it's not really about the art.

Just pays well.

Well, then,
what's the business?

How about no more questions, hmm?
Tonight's for catching up, man.

- I'll lay everything out tomorrow.
- Come on, Jack.

- What?
- What do you mean, what?

You told me to come
all the way here

- and you won't tell me anything?
- All right, fine.

You'd be working
in acquisitions.

- Acquisitions.
- Mm-hmm.

- I like that.
- Good!

Acquisitions.

Yeah. And just know
that from now on,

your troubles
are officially over.

Thank you, man. Seriously.

Jack had always been
ahead of the curve,

so I made it my goal to learn
all that I could from him.

Lesson #1: It's all
about who you know.

Come on in.

Drop your shit anywhere.

Couch is all yours.

Come on, let's go!

- Where are we going?
- Downstairs.

Man, you're really going to love
your co-workers. Guys, open up!

- Jack, is that your truck?
- Yeah, one of them.

Chill! Are you done?

Yeah, I'm done.

- I swear you're a child.
- Oh, don't act like you didn't miss me.

Lance, this is Allie,
the lady of the house.

- Hey, Lance.
- Hey.

That's Stewart,
Chandler, and that's Ellis.

- What's up, bro?
- Hey.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

$500 buy-in.

You in?

Oh, no. Guys, I don't have 500
bucks to blow on a poker game.

Jack says you're
joining us tomorrow.

Yeah, he is.

Just a trial period.

Spot him the five, he's good for it.
Family, right?

Jack, Jack...
where we going, man?

Picking up and
moving a new piece.

Why you looking like that?

You trust me, right?
Come on.

I hope you know art
like he says you do.

Yeah.

You know enough not to get your
clammy hands all over the art, right?

Oh yeah, throw this on
before you get out.

So, are you in or not?

Yeah, I'm in.

I was absolutely speechless.

I mean, they were breaking into
these homes in broad daylight,

and they would just
make a sport out of it.

They would steal
anything of value,

and then just destroy
the rest for fun.

I mean, these guys were
true artists of destruction.

They could tear down what took
someone else years to build up.

It's very poetic.

But who were they?

Let's start with Chandler
Gaines and Stewart Magenty.

Chandler was
the getaway driver.

He served a short stint
in Afghanistan that

fucked him up pretty badly.

While some US veterans
thought they had left

the worst of the war behind, only to
discover the war came home with them.

And he came home and
couldn't even find a factory job.

Twenty-six percent of vets between
the ages of 18 and 24 are out of work.

He felt
rejected and lost.

Just around that time, he
got a call from an old buddy.

Stewart was
the security expert:

alarms, cameras, safes.
I mean, he could get past anything.

He'd moved to Silicon Valley
with big dreams

but learned the hard way
that most people don't make it.

The unemployment
rate of the Silicon Valley area

is 8.5% higher than
the national average.

Then he got stuck
working in the nerd squad

at one of those big
electronic chains.

This may not be
the image that comes to mind

when you think of Silicon
Valley, but it's a scene

that's become
all too familiar here.

- What do you think it's worth, art major?
- Next is Allie Tucker.

She made sure the message was clear. She was
the glue that kept the whole group together.

Her and Ellis started
dating in college,

where they were
both activists.

- Occupy!
- Wall Street!

- Occupy!
- Wall Street!

And at first, it
was just the two of them.

Kind of a Bonnie and Clyde,
but with a message.

Here is Clyde
Barrow and Bonnie Parker

who died as they lived:
by the gun.

We've got to win by
building a new civil rights movement

that's prepared to fight
by any means necessary.

And Ellis Beck
was the puppeteer.

His philosophy was simple: Why try to work
for a system that's failed you so horribly?

The richest 1%
controls more wealth now

than at any time in more
than a half century.

And he believed that we were
the wake-up call that the system needed.

So, that's what they did,
and they did it well.

They'd gotten away with it long enough
to get incredibly efficient at it.

Lesson #2: When the system is
corrupt, why play by their rules?

- I got you.
- You got it?

How long is the drive?

45 minutes.

Jack.

Your cousin.

Lance.

Let's go, man.

And Mel Donnelly
is how they made money.

Where's the rest?

We almost got
everything on your list.

You got 15 minutes.

Mel owned a shipping container company
in the city, completely legit business.

But every now and then,
he'd fill up one of those containers

with stolen goods,
ship it overseas,

and make an extremely
large amount of cash.

- Got it?
- Yep.

Right there.

There was supposed to be
a couple of Van Goghs

and an emerald bracelet.

- Just one Van Gogh.
- Just one?

Yeah,
but the bracelet's in there,

plus a few other things
that weren't listed.

We also got the mail
and a couple of passports.

Hmm.

So, he's with you?

Yeah.

Does he know that?

He's an art major,
helps us tell us what art

is valuable and what's not.

Plus we need the extra hand.

He's cool, Mel.
He's my cousin.

Oh, that's supposed
to make me feel better,

that he fell out of
your family tree?

Hello.

What, you find me attractive?

- I, what?
- Well, you won't look at me.

That means either you're not
into what's going on here,

or my good looks are
making you uncomfortable.

The first.

Uh-huh.

You add someone without asking me and
bring him to my place of business?

I didn't see anything.

Oh, yeah, you did.

You say one word to anyone...

I dare you.

Comprende, cousin?

Here's another address,

and a list of what I expect
you to find when you go there.

When you buy
homeowner's insurance,

anything particularly valuable
has to be listed separately,

photos, certificate of
authenticity, proof of purchase...

so basically the insurance
companies know what everybody has.

Smile.

All you need is
one dirty agent and...

and that's where
Mel comes in.

Mel had a place to sell everything,
and he paid extremely well.

Even with the smaller loads,
the mail usually made up the difference.

Yeah, well, I'll
round it up to 30K.

But you better make it
up to me next time.

Credit cards,
social security numbers,

bank account numbers...
and they all knew what he did with those.

What's your name?

Lance.

Lance? Lance what?

Zutterland?

Are you asking me?

Don't show up here again unless
you're going to pull your weight.

Lock it up when you're done.

Aw, come on, man, really?

Again?

- Thirty split five ways is six.
- And we get four?

You wouldn't know what to do with
this shit if it wasn't for my guy.

And you couldn't do without us,
so fuck you.

You know, we got eight minutes.
Let's wrap it up.

Bullshit.

Fucking piece
of shit.

I'm sick of loading shit up.

Yeah, yeah, I got it,
come on.

What's wrong
with this guy?

- I think we spooked him.
- He'll be fine.

I get it,
but you wouldn't have come.

Of course I wouldn't
have, that was fucked up!

Okay, I don't want anything
to do with this, seriously.

Here's your cut.

Actually, half of mine. The guys
didn't think you deserved anything

since you stood there with
your thumb up your ass.

- But you're family, so I'm willing to cut you some slack.
- Cut me slack?

I came all the way out here because you
told me you had a legit job offer for me.

The family in the house we robbed? They're
the reason you can't get a legit job.

- What are you talking about?
- You're focusing on the wrong part of this.

Come out with us tonight.
I'll tell you what this is really about.

- I know what this is really about.
- God, Lance,

nobody is forcing you
to do it again, okay?

Just stop, you got
a place to stay,

couple bucks in your pocket to
help you look for a legit job.

I'm not touching that money, Jack.
I don't want anything to do with this!

- Okay, fine.
- I'm serious!

Okay, I know you're serious.

You don't have to
touch the money.

Lance, come on, stop.

Look at me.

Hey...

I'm sorry, okay?

I should have told you.

But it's done.

You did it already, so you
might as well enjoy it.

And plus, it's
cocktail night tonight.

Kind of a big deal.

- Come on.
- Where did they take you?

Where they went
after every heist.

- He okay?
- Yeah, he's fine. He's just shell-shocked.

- He's with us, isn't he?
- Fucking better be after the shit he's seen.

- Just do your pitch and reel him in.
- They celebrated,

and blowing through most of
what they made wasn't uncommon.

I mean, their money didn't
go towards savings or 401(k)s.

What did
they spend it on, then?

Instant gratification.

They thought the well
would never dry up.

So, easy come, easy go.

Exactly.

Even though I said no to the
money, I did the math.

It would have taken me
three weeks and two days

working those 12-hour shifts
at an art gallery

to make as much as what Jack had
offered me after the first hit.

And they were doing
these a few times a week.

Hey, Lance, take a seat.

Lance, I want to thank you
for entertaining all of us.

What am I entertaining?

How much do you owe
in student loans?

$60,000.

Fuck me. Wow.

I owe $120,000.

Why did you borrow?

- What do you mean, why did I borrow?
- Why'd you borrow?

Because I couldn't afford
school, that's what you do.

What were your grades?

3.8.

Mine were 4.0.

Don't you feel cheated?

We fucking did everything
that they told us to do.

We got the grades, we got
to the end of the line.

For what?

What was waiting there, hmm?

Fucking nothing,
no bueno, no good.

Nothing, no job.

Yeah, but still,
you're stealing from people.

Fuck the people.
Fuck 'em.

The insurance company covers
what that shit is worth.

They pay double for it.

Listen, everybody knows very few
people have all the wealth,

and they like to
keep it that way.

Each generation it gets worse
and worse, ours being latest.

We're not just stealing...
we're sending a message.

Woo!

Look at this.
Look at all that.

Don't you think that you
deserve all of this?

Don't you think that you
deserve all of this?

Hey, take one
of these puppies.

- Hey, come on.
- What is it?

Our generation's
drug, man.

Guarantee he's
not going to do it.

Aw, give him a sec.

Lesson #3: Never
take no for an answer.

Hey, Lance,
welcome to cocktail night.

Ever done this
before, Lancey-pansey?

So, you do it
through your eye.

How do you get that clean line?
I can never do a fucking clean line.

You've always been sloppy.

I got to do it for Lance.
This is all you, baby boy.

It won't work, man!

Nah, he's fine.

Have I got it on
my face still?

Big one. Oh!

A good time, huh?

You guys want to stay in here longer?
It smells great. Let's go.

I wasn't sure
if I was sold on what

Ellis was saying yet,
but I did know this:

for once in my life, I felt
like I was part of something.

I wasn't the outsider
anymore, I was accepted.

We blew through most of
that money that night,

but for a moment,
we were kings.

Lesson #4: Experiences are
better than bank statements.

By the time the money ran out, they were
already gearing up for the next hit.

And as reckless as
the hits seemed,

they were actually thought
out pretty carefully.

Like the truck... I mean,
they ordered six or seven sample decals

just so that they would change
them from one hit to the next.

Eyewitnesses and street
cameras were less likely

to ID the same truck.

And the truck's license plates
were another thing.

How many people actually know their
license plate numbers by heart?

Most wouldn't even notice until
next time they were at the DMV.

And if someone sees a shitty
car in a nice neighborhood,

I mean, someone's
going to be suspicious.

But a nice car in
a nice neighborhood?

No one thinks twice.

After Mel gave
them the address,

they'd spend a day
or two casing the place,

making sure they knew when
the homeowners left for work,

when the maid showed up, when the
husband came home with his mistress.

All the good stuff.

Once Jack laid this all out for me,
I realized he actually had a point.

They'd been doing this for a while without
getting caught, and the money was good.

All I had to do was put
away my moral objections.

You know, Lance,
you're a pretty good kid.

And I'd like to offer
you a job, minimum wage.

You're not going to
get rich doing this.

But if you stick to it, you're going
to learn a lot about the art world.

And there's a lot
of room to grow.

You just need to focus,
get involved, learn what you can,

and this is a great place
for you to begin.

The masks were the
final touch to their message,

that they'd rather be dead
than submit to the system.

When Lance
decided to join,

I knew then that
he would never fit our mold.

Honestly, he was
the hardest to figure out.

What does that mean?

Welcome to
the group, baby boy.

Yo, Slim, pull me up.

Well...

what you go for first
says everything about you.

You go for the furniture,
pictures, Dad's golf trophies,

Mommy's wine set.

Everyone had their own thing.

Stewart always went
for the glass.

He liked to think of himself
as a bull in a china shop.

Stewart got picked
on a lot as a kid.

He wasn't a bull at all.

He was just...

insecure.

Jack had this thing
for family pictures.

He couldn't stand them.

Especially
the fake happy ones.

Jack had mommy
and daddy issues.

They didn't give a shit
about his businesses.

They didn't even visit him once
since he moved to Chicago.

He felt neglected
and abandoned.

When he was destroying
someone else's life...

I think he felt in control.

Chandler hated seeing
a kid's room full of toys.

Chandler had nothing as
a kid except maybe a beating

from his dad when he got
drunk and pissed off that

he couldn't provide
for his family.

Breaking into someone's house
would make anyone feel violated.

But messing with
a kid's room...

that's what messed the parents up
the most when they'd come home.

That shit was fucked up.

Ellis never knew his parents.

He went from foster home to
foster home until he turned 18.

He always wanted a family.

And because of that,

he was the thread that
brought them all together.

He gave this group of misfits
something to believe in.

For me, I couldn't stand
the vanity of it all.

Cologne, perfume, suits,
dresses, makeup,

Tom Ford, Gucci, Prada.

More and more excess, excess.

You said that Lance
was hardest to figure out.

Why?

He didn't fit in, because he
wasn't scarred by his past like the others.

He was just someone who had followed
the rules and got screwed over.

In a way, he understood Ellis'
ideas better than anyone.

So, when he had
the chance to destroy,

he saw it as an art form.

It had meaning.

I think most people deep down
want to do what we did.

But Lance let
himself go all-in.

It became his addiction.

The excitement, the thrill.

He loved it.

When I finally gave in, it was one
of the greatest feelings I've ever had.

I remember looking
up at that house,

and as it towered over me
it made me feel so small.

And that's how the people who
live there wanted me to feel.

And I realized that's
why they deserved this.

Lesson #5... you know what,
actually, fuck that.

They weren't lessons
anymore, they were rules.

Rule #5: If they won't let us
dream, we won't let them sleep.

I don't know what I was
feeling at that point.

I just know it felt right.

Maybe we were all in
it for different reasons,

but for me it was about
the rush, the high.

- It all felt like...
- Stop!

Bring that over here.

Someone want to explain this?

Must have ripped
when we were loading it.

I'm sorry, is that
your explanation?

Hey, Zutterland.

What's this worth?

I mean, it's
insured for probably 100K.

Could flip it for around 60?

Yeah. What's it worth now?

Probably cost
more to repair it

than what it's actually worth.

So, nothing, right?

Lance, let's talk.

You know, you're
part of this now.

Plausible deniability
was over two houses ago.

Yeah, I understand that.

Take a look at me,
tell me what you see.

A businessman.

Someone 20 years
older than you.

I lead a comfortable life, but I have
a lot less left of it than you do.

So...

So you don't want to spend
what's left of it in a cell.

Exactly.
It's about risk, reward.

All that aside, I'm sure you alone
amongst your cohorts over there

might have a little compassion for
that piece of destroyed history,

so I want to ask you to help
me keep these kids in line.

Can you do that for me?

Yes, sir.

Great.

You don't got
to call me sir.

This is 20K
and another address.

You think your old man
ever held 20K in his hand?

No.

Yeah, me neither.

You know what?

Don't tell them what I said.

- You know they're going to ask.
- Oh, of course they will.

But, you see, that's what I'm doing,
I'm giving you the upper hand.

I'm giving you a secret.

You got to keep it from
them, see what happens.

Another address, Mel?

Yeah, I gave it to Lance.

Cut rate for the ripped art.

When you're finished, get out.

You bring me a piece in
that condition again,

we're done here,
you hear me?

What did Mel say?

Told you, dude,
he said it's a secret.

Ah, man,
he just playing you.

He told me the same thing
when I first came on.

Just another reason why
this shit won't last.

Luckily, I got a way out.

What did you just say?

I said, this
isn't going to last.

But what I'm saying
is I have a way out.

Mel isn't the only one that's
been buying addresses

from that insurance agent.

Ellis bought their
most expensive client.

Some paranoid old fuck sitting
on an ungodly amount of cash.

- Cash?
- Enough to last a lifetime.

Ellis only sees it as
a last resort kind of thing.

That's why my plan is
to hit it without him.

Without Ellis.

Without anybody.

What are you
talking about, Jack?

We have something good going here.
Why do you want to screw this all up?

What is good about
Ellis getting more money

than us on every house, hmm?

We don't have to do this today,
but we got to get his phone

and the pictures so we're
ready when the time comes.

Jack, you're saying "we" like
I'm already a part of this.

This is us having enough money to
get out of here before it's too late.

No, this is us completely
fucking everybody else over!

Man, I thought these guys
were your best friends.

You made this huge deal of
introducing them all to me

saying how much
I would love them and...

These guys do not give
a shit about friends.

They just don't.

All right, Jack, no more bullshit.
What do you want from me?

Am I here because you guys want
to use me for my art expertise?

Do you want me so you can fuck
over your friends? What is it?

Because you have not been
honest with me since I got here.

I'm being honest
with you right now.

These guys think you're some art
kid who likes doing weird shit,

who likes going to
his little theater plays

and his little art galleries.

You don't owe them anything.

I'm looking out for you.

It is just you and me on this.

I don't know, man.

All right,
all right, throw them down.

Oh, throwing it
down big, baby boy.

- What you got?
- Throw 'em down.

- Pair of threes.
- Oh!

- Almost, baby boy, almost.
- So confident.

We should go...
Caitlyn's always on time.

No, think
I'm going to stay.

I already told them
you were coming.

Plus if you go,
you lose big.

You should take Lance.

What, he hasn't left my apartment since
he got here. You should take Lance.

That okay with you?

Yeah, I mean, you'd be
doing him a favor.

Lance, you want to come hang out
with me and my old college friends.

Nah, I'm all right.
And it'd be kind of weird, right?

Why would it be weird? Hmm?

- No, I was saying that...
- It'd only be weird if there was something

- going on between you two.
- Oh, my God.

Is there something
going on between you two?

- No, there's nothing...
- You're stuttering on your fucking words

- like there's something going on. Hang on.
- Sounds like there might be...

Are you sure?

- This is fucking stupid.
- Oh, he's getting a little red in the face.

You got a little
boner going on there?

- He's got a little boner.
- We're all friends here.

If we can't trust each
other, who can you trust?

- Just go with her, come on.
- You should go.

Because if you're not,
I might go. Is that cool?

- You're not invited.
- Is that cool, Ellis, can I go?

You're not worried about me, are you?

- Just go. We're all friends, go on.
- All right, I'll go.

- Yeah! All right.
- Let's go.

- See you back later?
- See you back later.

I hope this is good with you.

I'm in need,
in definite need.

- Wait, who's small, who's big?
- I think you are.

I haven't talked
to Caitlyn in a while,

so when she called
I was really curious

to see what she's been up to.

Why has it
been so long?

We're into
different things.

- Hi! How are you?
- Hey.

- This is Lance. Ellis got tied up.
- Hi. We have a table.

- Nothing prepares you for how much work it is having a kid.
- It's worth it.

- I forgot to show you Tibet.
- My God, this is beautiful.

That looks like
a village we stayed at in Haiti.

I jumped into the start-up
right after...

It's not exactly a dream job
yet, but we're getting there.

What about you, Allie?

Um...

Where do I even start?

Africa, mostly.

I got a group of ten investors
together to help develop

an affordable option
for clean water.

That's amazing!

How about you, Lance?

I own an art gallery.

Okay, I know I took it
a little bit far, but I had to.

Didn't you hear all
the stuff they're doing?

- They only told you the good stuff.
- What?

They only told you the good stuff.
No one actually tells you

what they're really
doing in life.

You're probably as close
to the truth as they were.

It didn't seem that way.

Hey, what about that art
gallery that you own, then?

Oh, come on, you started it.

How was it?

Where is everyone?

They just left.

What's up?

- Thanks for hanging out.
- Yeah.

You going
back to Jack's?

Yeah, I think I'm
going to call a cab right now.

Thanks again.

Hey, Lance, take a seat.

Nah, man, I'm going
to go back to Jack's.

No, no, no, take a seat.

We can talk about what we
spoke about the other night.

Okay.

You know, uh...

I didn't think that you
were going to make it.

But you, you seem all right.

I think that when you learn
where to stick your nose,

and where not to, I think
you'll be a good fit.

- Thanks.
- Mm.

What did Mel say
to you the other day?

Ah, nothing. I think he was
just trying to size me up.

Okay.

You know, if Allie ever asks
you to go to a club or a bar...

or get her fucking mail...

you say no, okay?

Yeah. I got it.

I honestly didn't
mean anything by it.

I don't give a fuck
if you meant anything by it.

Just make sure it
doesn't happen again.

Yeah.

Well, if you
got nothing to say,

get the fuck out
of my apartment.

Rule #6: There's a thin
line between a friend and an enemy.

See what I mean about Ellis?
Not your fucking friend.

But still, it doesn't
justify us doing this hit.

Look at that guy.

Middle-aged, wife, two kids.

Had a nice job, but then, boom,
the economy crashes, loses his job.

And now he's stuck getting me refills
and asking me how I'd like my steak.

Why?

Because he didn't
have a backup plan.

Can I get
that out of your way?

What suggests to you in any
way that I'm done with my food?

Does it look like
I'm fucking done?

Well, you
pointed at me.

Uh-uh. Do you still
see food on my plate?

Jack, come on, man.

You can answer, I'll wait.

- You're right. My mistake.
- Yeah, your mistake.

It isn't just a steak,
this is an experience.

An experience you
just fucking ruined.

Get your fucking
shit together, man.

You don't need
to talk to someone like that.

I'm sorry, okay. Just listen.
It's all a lesson.

I'm trying to tell you what's going
to happen to you if we don't do this.

Forget about the waiter.
I'll give him a nice big tip.

What's important is getting the
pictures off of Ellis' phone.

I guess it couldn't
hurt to have those photos.

Okay. So you're in? I'm only telling
you this shit because we're family.

All right, listen, this is what I'm going to do for you.

I'm going to do the same thing I did
for me when I got my first big paycheck.

- And what's that?
- You'll see.

This suit was crafted
in Florence, Italy.

- One of our best.
- Mm. How's it feel?

- I mean, it fits.
- We'll take it.

Rule #7...

The best things
in life are expensive.

Remember that.

Your total
is $6,348.52.

You made coffee?

No.

I've been thinking.

I don't want to
do this anymore.

It's not rewarding,
it's unsustainable.

Where is
this coming from?

We don't have a plan
for us either, Ellis.

I feel like I'm wasting any
potential that I might have had.

You don't think
I have a plan.

I've been saving up.

And not a small amount, either.

This is not the end result.

Every time we do a hit,
I see everything I love about you.

Stick with me, okay?

We're not that
far from the end.

Allie, you're late.

Hey, guess what I found?

"It appears to be the work
of the same band of youths,

leaving a message in
their wake of discontent.

Could this possibly be the built up
anger from the Millennial generation?"

Can anyone tell me why
writing this load of crap

on a kitchen wall
is a total waste of time?

You accomplish nothing by
destroying these places.

The only thing you're doing is
establishing a pattern, a calling card.

A calling card that's gonna help
the police hone you down to:

"The suspects are believed to be
in the age range of 18 to 29."

Mel, we get it.

You get it? Good. Good.

So, now how many of you
still feel the need to make

these brave statements?

Well, are you
guys going to answer him?

Come on, this is
what you sold me on.

Yes, Mel, we have
to make our point.

Well, let me tell you what your
points are going to get you.

While you're out making
these statements, the police...

Mel, you just told me
how you wanted me

to get these guys
on track, right?

If you want
us to stay in line,

you got to give
us our freedom.

It's what makes it fun.

Well, then there's
good news and bad news.

You can keep doing it.
You can keep having your fun.

But the bad news is your
little trail of destruction

is leading back to my guy
who's giving us this info,

so he's decided he will no longer
supply us with the addresses.

That's on you,
from now on.

Fuck.

Any of you guys
have an idea on an address?

Just stay in
your fucking lane.

I got a guy who caters
to high-end events...

business events,
charity and shit.

He can get us in.

Okay, so what do
we do when we get there?

Act like them.

With a drink in hand,
but don't get fucked up.

Try and find the guy in the
room that everyone's talking to.

Then you get your addresses.

Thinking about moving
somewhere out of the city.

Somewhere peaceful.
Where did you say you lived again?

It was funny how many people
acted like they knew who we were.

And we consistently got asked
the same question every time.

- What department you in?
- Accounting.

- Accounting.
- Part of accounting.

- I work in accounting.
- Accounting.

Accounting, huh? You boys
keeping us in line?

Yeah, that's what we do.

Yeah, I used to
be afraid of numbers.

I dabble in
a bit of charity work.

I'm a philanthropist.

If you'll excuse me,

I need to step out for a moment.

Thinking about moving out of the
city, somewhere more quiet.

- Any suggestions?
- Well, I live in South Barrington, off Bosworth.

Biggest house on the block.

New sound system,
custom-made drapery from Spain.

One of the most beautiful
pools I've ever seen.

Fuck you!

Ah fuck.

- Oh, shit.
- Guys,

we have a serious problem
outside.

Fuck.

Greetings!

How you doing?

Ah, so, what's going on?

Ah, the mister
is moving out.

- The mister?
- Yeah.

- Got a name?
- Oh.

Mr. Stan Lieberman.

Ah.

- Is he home?
- No.

I'm thinking he's afraid
of being here right now.

We were warned to clear out,
too, in case the wife comes home.

Oh. They seemed
like such a nice couple.

- She was too nice, from what I heard.
- What does that mean?

You ever see any guys come
around here during the day?

Wow. Uh...

that doesn't sound like Linda.

You can call Mr. Lieberman
if you want confirmation.

Not about the fact that she was
screwing everything in sight,

because you'll have me
in the shit for that.

But about the move.

- Poor Stan.
- Yeah.

Yeah. You think
you know somebody.

Wow! Yeah.

- Thank you so much.
- Yeah.

Guys, we
got to leave now.

Despite some close calls,
our plan was working great.

Mel was still paying us, and we were
getting to do everything our own way.

As far as I was concerned,
we could do this forever.

I had hoped Jack would see this
for himself and forget about

his whole backup plan,
but if anything,

it just encouraged him more.

Not bad, huh, Mel?

I mean, this shit's just as good as
anything you would ask for, right?

The insurance guy, he was just getting
in the way, being too complicated.

But, this?
This is airtight.

What do you want,
a weekend at the spa?

No, no.

We were just thinking
that, I mean,

we're basically doing
two jobs for you now.

We cut out the middleman.

Yeah, we did.
So we should make more money, right?

You think you
deserve more money?

I mean, yeah.

Why, because you
get the addresses now?

Oh, was that your idea to
get the addresses yourself?

- It was Ellis.
- Ellis.

Right, you're not much
of an idea guy, are you?

I drive and
load the truck.

Grunt work, basically.

Except when somebody
speaks to you,

then you're full
of brilliant ideas.

Like your absolute classic to talk
to the fucking neighborhood watchman.

I was trying to get rid of the guy!

Yeah? What if that guy
could identify you,

- pick you out of a lineup?
- I'm so careful, Mel,

- I'd never get caught in a lineup.
- Maybe, maybe not.

How do I know where the fuck you guys
will end up? You're unpredictable.

So I'm supposed to pay you more
money to keep being unpredictable?

That doesn't make
good business sense!

Does it?

Now shut up and get
back to fucking work.

An alert neighborhood watchman
managed a good look at one of the men.

- Oh, great!
- Police released a sketch and ask if anybody

recognizes him to contact
the authorities immediately.

Look at that, I'm so fucked!

- Think anybody's gonna recognize you from that?
- What are you trying to say?

Come on, you wish
you looked like that!

Aw, come on, handsome!

Fuck!

Oh shit, come on!

Shit. I'm going to go
check on George Clooney,

make sure he's not crying.

Man, he always
gets so sensitive.

Okay, you're right, the sketch is funny.
But today was a close call.

We really gotta be more careful.

You don't think Ellis
is being careful?

- I didn't say that.
- You literally just did.

You don't think I
got things under control?

Actually, no, you were freaking out
when Chandler was talking to that guy.

- Can we not do this here?
- Yeah, can we not? It's a little intense.

- Fuck both of you.
- Oh, come on, don't be a drama queen!

You're no fucking help.

Pass me the phone.

- Look, Jack, he's...
- Come on, this is the only chance we get.

Pass it to me now, let's go.

Okay.

- Jack, you got to hurry.
- Shh.

Sure, that sketch
didn't look anything like him,

but that doesn't mean
we shouldn't be more careful.

- Jack, you got to hurry.
- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Jesus Christ, how many
pictures are there? Okay.

That's not the point. Point is when you
say shit like that, it undermines me.

What the fuck does that mean?

Okay, we're not boss-employee
in this, Ellis.

- We're a team. Aren't we?
- Are we?

Because if I remember correct,
you told me you wanted out.

- Jack.
- Just wait, it's going. Almost there.

So we couldn't even be together
if I wasn't part of this?

Huh?

Answer.

It's not that fucking hard.

I'm done.

Jack, pull it.
Pull it, Jack.

Wait, wait,
almost there, almost there.

- Wait, no, no, no.
- Okay, we got, got it, got it.

Just shuffle, man.

Jeez, I thought there was going
to be bloodshed for sure.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

Just when you thought things couldn't get more exciting.

- Jack, that was so close.
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Some guy called
Daniel Wardlaw.

Jesus, these photos
are out of a magazine.

Most home systems
aren't rated by a UL system.

This is a TL-60.
It can withstand attacks

by common tools for
over an hour.

Define common tools.

Explosives, torches.

I mean, Jack, this thing has
a military-grade vault door.

We might as well
take the whole thing.

- It's a room.
- Yeah.

No wonder they're
showing it in a magazine.

Jack, if we're going
to do this, we need Stewart.

Mmm, fuck.

He's put a
lot of work into this.

It'd take time to
get in that safe.

Digital lock will be
impossible to break.

We'll have to burn our way.

- Not easy to get, or cheap.
- Can you do it?

Yeah, I could figure it out.

Great, let's split
it three ways, even.

Four. I'm not doing it
without Chandler.

Two of you guys and one of me?
I don't know what else you're planning.

It's not about you.
It's about Ellis.

This is back pay for all
the times he screwed us over.

Fine,
if this is just about Ellis,

then you should have no
problem bringing Chandler on.

Plus I don't want that crazy
PTSD bastard on Ellis's side.

You know Ellis is going to be
pissed the fuck off if he finds out.

Yeah, and that's why we're
counting on him not finding out.

- Makes you feel better, you want him, done.
- Okay.

There has to be a connection between
the value of the house and no schedule.

This guy is so rich,
he never has to leave.

I saw online the guy's
a big donor at a conference

in New York in a couple weeks.

Great, we'll do it then.
Can you get us a new car?

No reason we drive
the moving truck in here.

- I can get a van.
- All right, perfect.

Let's do it then. But find out
exactly when this conference is.

I don't want to show up
and find the housekeeper.

No, you guys, this is
supposed to be a backup plan.

Lance, dude,
you are new here, okay?

Been dealing with his bullshit
way longer than you have.

- Been trying to tell him.
- I vote we do Wardlaw when he's in New York.

- I second that.
- All right, fine.

- But we should keep doing what we've been doing.
- Lance is right.

For now.

She's not answering.

We should have Lance try.

She's not coming.

Does she know
where we're going?

- Yeah, so what?
- She's pissed at you.

Nobody's seen her in days,
she could have flipped.

I'm not doing this shit
till you figure it out.

Doesn't feel right.

Fine, I'll call her.

Fucking phone.

Something wrong
with your phone?

- Give me your fucking phone.
- You know what? Fuck this, I'm out.

- I'm out, I'm not doing this bullshit.
- Sorry, dude.

This is a
fucking joke, right?

You're joking.

- Lance!
- If we're not in this together, it's nothing, Ellis.

Telling you,
we gotta hit this place

- whether this old fuck is there or not.
- Fuck it, I'm in.

- I'm ready, let's do this!
- We shouldn't just make a decision

- out of the spur of the moment!
- We gotta hit it now. You heard Ellis!

You're putting us in this
position so we have to do this.

Come on, you guys, we know that
Allie's not going to the cops.

- I don't know, man, she's a wild card.
- I agree.

Look, if we do this
when Wardlaw is in town,

this whole thing goes from
a robbery to a kidnapping.

And we're not here to
hurt anybody, right?

Let me call Allie.

I'm sorry...

just...

for not coming
around as much.

I feel like, like I
disappointed you guys somehow.

No, sweetie, not at all.

I'm sorry, I have
to take this.

Can I be excused?

Of course.

Sorry.

I can't talk right now.

Okay. Just wanted to call
and check up on you.

They told you to call?

Can we talk about this
in person?

So this is where you grew up.

Yep.

This reminds me
of my aunt's house.

Jack's mom.

Why did you
come out here, Lance?

Um, just wanted
to check on you.

You know, we were
waiting for you, earlier.

I'm sure you guys
did fine without me.

We didn't go.

Why not?

I think you guys have been
doing this for so long

that they didn't
really feel comfortable...

They thought
I went to the cops.

Yeah.

I didn't, but...

I just
needed to get away.

But I don't belong
here anymore, either.

What did you want to do,
before all this?

Art.

- Art?
- Yeah. But...

guess that was
pretty pointless.

No, you're not giving
yourself enough credit.

You knew every expensive
piece in every house,

made Mel a shit-ton of money.

- You did!
- That's true.

But the original plan was to
sell the art and not steal it.

Right.

What about you?

I always
wanted to help people.

Okay.

Plan A was to be
a humanitarian,

and Plan B was to rob houses.

You're such an asshole.

But, yes.

You're coming back, right?

Yeah.

We need you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Are you going out?

I've got to go see Mel.

Why?

Why do you think?

You can come with me
if you want.

Or not.

Allie!

Glad you could make it.

Anybody know what the fuck
we're doing here?

Got to explain
what happened today.

- All of us?
- Not you.

You don't explain shit,
keep your fucking mouth shut.

Hey, right on time.

I think you finally earned
the opportunity to meet

one of my associates, Teddy.

What do you think of
these jokers, Teddy?

- Younger than the last crew.
- Uh-huh.

There's no need to
introduce yourselves,

he already knows
all your names.

Mel, what happened
today won't happen again.

That's nice.

Yeah.

You're such a nice group
of kids, tight-knit.

Friendship, that's
everything, right?

Like me and Teddy over here.

But that's not what
we're here to talk about.

We're here to discuss
the possibility that

you may not have
taken the day off.

Why would we lie to you?

So you could unload what
you stole on someone else.

We don't have
anybody else like that.

I mean, it wasn't
that long ago

you couldn't get
the addresses yourselves.

And you've made
very clear, in the interim,

that you think you deserve
more than I pay you.

- Don't we?
- See? There you go.

But you made the choice to
make it harder for yourselves.

And for me too because,
since I don't get the addresses anymore,

I can't even
follow up on this house

you may or may not
have hit this afternoon.

Can we just all take a moment
just to get on the same page here?

Nah. I don't think we're on
the same page about anything.

You see, some of you feel you
deserve more for the same work.

And others think
they're entitled,

and some of you think leaving
your statement makes you

as special
as your mommy made you,

each and every one
a little snowflake.

But the only thing you have
in common is being lazy.

We didn't do the hit
because we weren't feeling it.

It was out of caution for
our sake and for your sake.

Well, why did you have
a bad feeling about it?

I had a feeling.

Okay?

And you should be thanking us.

Holy shit.

Mel, today was
just a minor setback.

We're not selling
to anybody else.

I think you're
going to have to.

Because this, tonight?

Is the end of this agreement.

But those friendships,
they just got more important than ever.

Because if someone considers
going off the tracks

and ends up talking,
my friend Teddy here,

he doesn't just
know your names.

He knows where you live.

He knows where your mom lives,
and what her maiden name was

before she moved there.

He knows what you drive,
and where you party.

So if one of you even so
much as whispers my name,

that man's face will be
the last thing all of you see.

So, treasure your friendships.

You're a fucking joke.

Allie, come on.

You are pushing 50
and peddling stolen shit.

I think you might
be the problem, Mel.

You think we'd be doing any of this
if it wasn't for someone like you?

You can blame me
as much as you want,

but don't lie to yourself.

If you guys weren't doing this,
it'd be something else just as bad.

I don't give a fuck
what you think.

I just wanted to remind
you that you are just

as pathetic as we are.

Ellis blamed me for what
happened that night, and I get that.

But I hit the point
where I stopped caring

if I was acting reckless.

Ellis was pitching the guys on
some bullshit one-last-heist.

There's a guy
called Daniel Wardlaw.

He has a vault underneath
his house, enough cash to...

I just tuned them out.

I didn't give a fuck about
any of this anymore.

He leaves home for
three or four days next week...

we can hit it then.

My guy is here.

We got to do this now,
before Ellis does.

- I'm not doing it if someone's home.
- He's 100 fucking years old.

He's probably not even going to hear us.
We've got to do this.

Otherwise we're stuck with him.

The average
human body can handle

anywhere up to
600 milligrams of Molly.

I took more than twice
that amount that night,

and a full three grams
of blow.

- Something happened to Allie. Ellis!
- Fuck off, ruining my high.

- Ellis, listen to me, man! We gotta go!
- She's your fucking problem.

Rule #8: The most dangerous people

are those with
nothing to lose.

How is she? Take a left.
Gotta get to the hospital.

We're not going
to the fucking hospital.

We've got drugs in the car,
we're fucked up.

- We're going to get fucking busted.
- Jack, please!

Keep her up,
she'll choke on her throw-up.

Calm the fuck down, man!

- We're going to take her home.
- Take her home?

She's OD'ing, what are you
talking about? Jack, please.

Okay, fine, we'll take her
to the fucking hospital.

Now what?

- I'm not taking her in.
- Fuck that.

- I'm not fucking going in there.
- I'll take her.

- Stay in the car.
- If we go in, we're getting arrested.

- Someone needs to take her.
- Someone's gonna see us, Stewart. Hurry.

- What the fuck do you want me to do?
- Just get her out.

- Someone needs to stay.
- We do not have a choice. She cannot be in this car.

- Security is coming. Hurry the fuck up!
- Fuck it!

- Fucking kidding me?
- Lance, stay in the car!

The fuck is wrong
with you guys?

Oh, fuck.

Hey! I need a stretcher,
I need a stretcher right now!

Alicia, I need some
assistance over here.

Coming, I'm coming.

Looks like an OD.

Let's get her
on the stretcher.

Open her airways...

We've still got a pulse.

Let's get her inside.

I'm ready to be done
with all of this.

You should be.

You don't owe them anything.

What's your plan?

I'll go home.

Pack.

I'll figure it out.

I might have something.

And if it works, it might
be a way out of all of this.

I really hope so.

Yo, you give
Chandler that gun?

- No, why?
- Because he's actually shot one before.

- I think I can shoot a gun.
- Who said anything about shooting?

- I thought we were just using it to scare him?
- Yeah, exactly.

- See, it doesn't even matter.
- Jesus Christ.

I can't believe
you brought a fucking gun.

What do you think,
Lance? Huh?

I don't give a shit.
That's what I think.

If you're still upset about Allie,
you need to get the fuck over it,

- because we got work to do.
- You know what? Fuck you, Stewart.

I can't just get over the fact we left one of
our best friends to die on a fucking sidewalk.

Hey, none of us
wanted to do that, okay?

Yeah, none of us
wanted to do it,

but you fucking did it, right?

You threw her right
on the street!

Because I didn't
want to go to jail!

No one wants to
go to jail, dumb fuck!

I spent the whole night in the
hospital, and guess where I am?

- Sitting right in front of you, right?
- Stop!

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here.

Fucking idiot.

You know what's
the best part about this?

What?

That I never have
to see you fuckers again.

You said it.

What?

Alarm's off.

Fuck this guy.

You deal with the cameras.

Let's find him.

Copy.

Don't move.

Don't you fucking move.

- Jack!
- Get up.

- Anybody else in the house?
- No, no, please, take what you want.

- What's the code for the safe?
- What safe?

- Do not fuck with me! Think I give a fuck about your life?
- 9-12-23.

- Did you catch that, Stewart?
- I got it.

- Get down!
- Jack!

Give me your fucking hands.
There we go.

- Jack.
- Get the fuck off me!

Roll over.

Don't make a fucking noise.

Come on.

Open sesame,
motherfucker. Open it.

Holy shit.

Holy shit's right.

Okay, come on,
let's fill it up.

- Shit, it's just spilling everywhere!
- So much fucking money.

I've never seen this
much money in my whole life.

Fuck Ellis.
Fuck all those assholes.

We're rich. I'm going
to buy a boat, buy a house.

Get my mom something nice.

Take my brother out to dinner.

Yo, yo-yo-yo.
Hold this, hold this open.

What the fuck is
wrong with you guys?

Rule #9: Emotions are more
powerful than rational thought.

Yo, open the fucking door!

No!

- What happened?
- They're locked in.

- What?
- We got to go, now!

Go, go, go, go, go.

What the fuck was that?

- The door shut.
- The door shut?

The door shut by itself?
Lance, did you fucking close the door?

- Maybe I did.
- Are you fucking kidding me with that shit, Lance?

- Do you not understand they're going to rat now?
- We'll just fucking lay low.

You're just pissed,
that's why you closed them in there.

You pissed at me? Because I was
in that car when we threw her out.

Yeah, well, maybe you were lucky
you weren't in that vault too.

- Allie, listen to me.
- Allie... Allie, really? My fucking God.

No, I don't have
any time to explain.

Please, you got to pack
your bag right now.

I got to get you out of
the city, Allie, please.

Goddamn it, Lance, slow the fuck down.

You gotta be fucking kidding me with this
shit, Lance. Come on, think for a second.

- Stay and watch the fucking van.
- Stay in the fucking van? You're gonna fuck this up for her?

You don't think she's going to tell
Ellis what we did? What you did?

The cops are on their way,

so this is not
the time for this.

You're not going
to listen to me now?

After all of this...

I can take you out.

Don't fucking
touch me, Jack.

Lance, this is embarrassing. What do you
think is going to happen? Give me the keys.

- What the fuck, Lance?
- Allie, let's go.

- You asked me to get you out of this shit.
- But how?

- Tell her why we're here.
- Tell me what?

- Jack, shut up!
- Tell her.

We have more cash in the van than
we've ever made, or ever will make.

Stewart and Chandler got caught. You and
Ellis will be next too if you don't come.

- What did you do?
- We hit the Wardlaw house.

- That's your plan to get us out?
- It wasn't my plan but that's what happened. Let's go.

Did I hear
that correct?

You come to my house and you
pull a fucking gun on me?

You know, there's
two kinds of dogs.

There's the ones that bark,
fucking yappy little fuckers.

Yap-yap-yap-yap.

And then there's
the ones that bite.

I know what kind of dog you are.

Okay, Lance, let's get
out of here, come on.

Allie.

Are you coming
with me or not?

She ain't
going anywhere.

Allie, please.

Fuck both of you.

Lance, let's go, come on.

Come on.

I mean, that just
went great for you, huh?

Fuck, okay. It all started
with this guy Mel Donnelly.

He's basically like our boss.

We got our addresses from Mel.

- I think he got 'em from...
- Fuck.

...some insurance guy
from State By State Insurance,

some bullshit like that.
I think they were that guy's clients.

Once we got the addresses,
we'd stake out a house for like a week.

I know that Jack was as
guilty as Stewart and Chandler.

But in the end,
he was all I had.

Reports now
indicate that the Wardlaw robbery

was just one of a string of
robberies in the Chicago suburbs.

At least 70 robberies
from the past two years

are believed to be
part of the string.

Four suspects have been apprehended
in connection to the robberies.

Three more are
currently at large.

Fuck, it's hot in here.

Dude, I'm going
to get some ice.

Fuck.

- You okay?
- No, I'm not okay, Jack.

None of this is fucking okay.

Let's just get some rest.
We'll get out of here tomorrow.

We can't go anywhere with
our faces all over the news.

Lance, come on. Sit down.

I promise, first thing in the morning, we're out of here.

But we got each other, and right
now, that's all I care about

because I would not want to be stuck
in this situation with anyone else.

I know you may not feel the same way.
And that's okay.

You've been through a lot today
and you're upset, and I get it.

We've all done
shitty things here.

I wouldn't have shut that vault
door if you were in it, Jack.

I know.

Maybe I would have
deserved it if you did.

Wow.

But I forgive you.

Just like you forgive me
because we're family, right?

First thing
in the morning...

let's ditch the van.

We'll get the money
and we'll head west.

First thing
in the morning.

But right now, seriously,
we need to get some sleep.

- Jack, I can't sleep.
- Oh, yes, I think you can.

You'll be out as soon as your
head hits the pillow, I promise.

It's been a long, long day.

Go on.

Deep breaths.

And when the heat's off,
we'll go wherever we want to go.

Do whatever we want to do.

Be whoever we want to be.

We'll go anywhere.

Blend in.

We'll leave
all this behind.

It'll be nothing
but a memory.

Like a dream you can only
remember a few details of.

We'll finally be free...

and live the life
we've always wanted.

I had nowhere to go.

No money, no chances
of getting away.

I thought if
I turned myself in,

they'd have a better chance
of catching Jack.

Just wasn't fast enough.

So, do you think that
was Jack's plan all along,

to bring you in just
to leave you behind?

It's not really about the art. You did
it already, might as well enjoy it.

Just you and me on this.
You should take Lance.

She's a wild card.
Because we're family, right?

I have no idea.

- I'm glad I told them everything.
- You get a reduced sentence?

Yeah. But I shouldn't be in here, anyway.
I'm a political prisoner.

Excuse me?

Everything I did,
I did in rebellion against this system.

- I was terrified at the time.
- I didn't see what was going on in front of me.

It really was all
about the joy of destruction.

- I was in a weak psychological state.
- He used me.

- I'm happy we were caught.
- Hey lady, you should write that down.

- It's not gonna get better than that.
- Tell me about Ellis.

You testified
you don't know where he is.

Do you still feel
the need to protect him?

Just from me.

Would you do it again?

Fuck no!

- No.
- No.

- What was your sentence?
- Seven years.

- Thirteen years.
- Nine years.

- 55 counts of breaking and entering.
- 56 counts...

- 24 counts...
- One count armed robbery.

- Robbery...
- Vandalism.

- Vandalism.
- One kidnapping,

but I appealed.

You gave
me only nine rules.

Is there
a tenth commandment?

Yeah.

The tenth commandment is that the rest
of those rules are a bunch of bullshit.

What was your sentence?

Twelve years.

Fifteen counts
of robbery and vandalism.

I'll be out in eight, I think.

Lance, you mentioned
a generation gap

when we first started.

I feel obligated to tell you
that I have a pretty fair

understanding
of your age group.

Statistics indicate that your
generation, by and large,

is much more than
an echo of anything.

Crime among your age group
is down 70%.

Tobacco and alcohol,
lower than ever.

Much more diverse, so much
more racially tolerant.

You're going to put
people to sleep with that book.

Okay, Lance.

I have one last question.

Would you do it again?

In a heartbeat.