Out of Sight (1998) - full transcript

You have a loan app?
Wonderful.

Terrific.

How can I help you, sir?

See the man talking to your
bank manager has his case open?

That's Mr. Gwendon, one
of our assistant managers.

Our manager is Mr. Schoen.
He's not in today.

You see the man
with the briefcase?

Yes.

That's my partner.
He has a gun in there.

If you don't do
exactly what I say,

I'm look at my partner and he'll
shoot Mr. Gwendon between the eyes.



Take one of those big envelopes
and pack it with 100s, 50s and 20s.

Nothing with bank straps or rubber
bands. No dye packs. No bait money.

Start with the second drawer,
then the one over there.

It's okay. Come on, Loretta.
Key's right there next to you.

No bills off the bottom
of the drawer, please.

This your first time
being robbed?

You're doing great. Just smile so you
don't look like you're being held up.

You got a very
pretty smile.

Give me the 20s.
I'll take those.

I'll put those
in my pocket.

There you go.

I haven't had to signal my
partner, and that's good.

He'll wait until I'll leave, to make
sure you don't set off the alarm.

If you do, he'll shoot Mr.
Gwendon between the eyes.



I think that'll
do it, Loretta.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

You too.

She's cute, isn't she?

She seems very nice.

Who was that?

No, no, no.

Fuck!

I think you flooded it.
Get out of the car, sir.

You wanna hear
a funny story?

Shut up and get out
of the car!

Yeah. Okay.

You want something, Foley?

Some fellas are going out of
here. Want to know where and when?

How many?

I expect you to
look out for me.

Okay. How many going out?

I hear six.
When?

Tonight.

You know who they are?

Yes, but I'm not
telling you yet.

Meet me in the chapel
before lockdown.

I love you, baby.

Tonight's the big night.
You excited?

It's Super Bowl
Sunday, okay?

You moved it up.

Why do you think that?

I saw you running
this morning.

Sticking to your routine,

but you only did a couple of
miles, instead of your usual five.

Saving yourself
for the big event.

What happened?
Finished early?

You see those posts
out there?

They're putting up
another fence

15 feet back the fence
that's already there.

So if on Super Bowl Sunday,
they have that fence built

then we have to dig, what,
another nine, ten days?

I don't think so.

So tonight, when it's dark, I'm
out of here. You can come, Foley.

I appreciate the offer,
and it's tempting,

but it's a long run,
a hundred miles to Miami?

I'm too old to be
trying a stunt like that.

Send me a postcard
when you get out.

Adele Delisi speaking.

Will you accept a collect
call from Jack Foley?

I'll accept.

Adele, how you doing?

Hey, bank robber.

Want some advice? Next time,
keep the engine running.

That's funny!

What do you want?

That Super Bowl party
that was for next Sunday,

it's tonight at 6:30.

You said one-time calls
aren't monitored.

Not as a rule.

So why don't you just tell
me what you're talking about.

Miss Smarty Mouth,
in the free world.

What's free about it?

I'm lookin' for work.

What about
Mandrake the Magician?

Emile the Amazing.

He fired me. Hired a
younger girl. A redhead.

I'm calling because
they changed the date.

It's tonight at 6:30,
a few hours from now.

You tell Buddy.

And the guy driving
the other car?

What guy?

As you have so
much luck with cars,

Buddy thought it might
be better to bring two.

He got a guy he says
you know from Lompoc.

Glenn somebody.

Glenn Michaels.

Uh-huh. That's him. Buddy said
Glenn thinks you guys are real cool.

Tell Buddy if Glenn's wearing
sunglasses, I'll step on them.

I might not even
take them off first.

I'll sure do that.

Okay, hon. Now, try
not to get shot. Bye.

Ma'am. Let me help you.

A lady like you shouldn't
be carrying groceries.

Let a man do that for you.

I didn't ask for your help,
so don't expect a tip.

That's okay, Ma'am.
I'll just take your car.

Happy birthday.

Did you fit another
Chanel suit in here?

Something much better.
Open it.

Oh, my God.
It's beautiful.

It's a...

SIG Sauer 380.

Right.

I love it!

Thanks, Dad.

Happy birthday.

Some more coffee?
I can't.

I have to go out to Glades, then
I'm meeting Ray Nicolet at 10:00.

Which one is that?
The A.T. F. guy?

He's with the F. B. I. now.
He switched over.

He's still married, though.

Technically.
They're separated.

He moved out then?

He's about to.

Then they're not separated.

Can we not talk about this?

What are you
doing at Glades?

Serving a summons
and complaint.

Some con doing life doesn't
like macaroni and cheese.

So, he files suit, says he has
no choice on what they serve,

which violates
his civil rights.

You can step in, work for me
as one of my investigators.

No, thanks.

You used to like it.

You'd meet doctors, lawyers. They're
all fine, if they're divorced.

Karen, why waste your time
on some cowboy cop

who drinks and
cheats on his wife?

That's how
those hot shots are.

I really gotta go.

We don't talk much anymore.

How about I come over Sunday and
we watch the Super Bowl together?

I'd like that.

Thanks for the gun, Dad.

They dug a tunnel
underneath you.

I don't hear anything.
Where's the tunnel come out?

Fourth post from
the guard tower.

I don't see nothing.

Just keep watching.

F.B.I.
How may I direct your call?

This is Karen Sisco
again for Ray Nicolet.

Hold, please.

Yeah.

The line is busy.
You want his voice mail?

No, forget it.
I'll call back later.

All right.
Thanks.

I still don't see anything.

You will directly.

Wait a minute!

What the fuck?

Two men by the fence!

What the hell is she doing?

Stop! Get your hands
in the air!

Tunnel's clear.

Seal up the north face.

What happened?

What do you think?
Got a jail break!

The Cubans are
out in the cane.

Don't point that at me.
Hey, Buddy.

It's okay,
we're the good guys.

What are you doing here?

You're just a girl.
Why the shotgun?

I'm a federal marshal.
You're under arrest.

Why don't we talk
about this later?

Watch your head.

I'm in. Let's go!

You comfy?

If I could have
a little more room...

Well, there isn't any.

There's a lot of shit
in here. Handcuffs.

What's in this can?

That's for your breath.
Squirt some in your mouth.

That's Mace, isn't it?

Where's your gun?
Your pistol?

In my bag, in the car.

Boy, it stunk in there.

I believe it. You're ruining
a $900 suit my dad gave me.

It went great
with that 12-gauge.

Why would someone like you
become a marshal?

To go after guys like you.

What was that?

Guys like me?
Let me tell you something.

Even though I've been
celibate lately,

I'm not forcing
myself on you.

I've never done that.

You won't have time.

We hit a roadblock,
they run the car

and find out
who it belongs to.

I doubt they'll get one
set up in time. If they do,

they'll be lookin' for two Latin
fellas, not a big black guy.

He must be quite a pal,
to risk his own ass like this.

Buddy?
He's a good guy.

When we jailed together,

he would call his sister
every week, without fail.

She's a born-again Christian. She
does bookkeeping for a televangelist.

He'd call her up,
confess his sins.

Tell her whatever
bank he'd robbed.

Is Buddy
his given name?

The one
I gave him, yeah.

What's your name?

It'll be in the paper
tomorrow anyway.

Jack Foley. You've probably heard of me.

Why? Are you famous?

The time I was
convicted in California,

the F. B. I. told me that I'd robbed
more banks than anybody in the computer.

How many was that?

I don't really know.

I started when I was 18,

I drove for my uncle Cully,
and his partner, Gus.

Basically you're saying you
spent half your life in prison.

Basically, yeah. If I
go back, I do 30 years.

You imagine
looking at that?

I don't have to.
I don't rob banks.

You don't
seem all that scared.

Of course I am.

You don't act like it.

Do you want me to scream?

That wouldn't
help much anyway.

I'm just gonna sit here,
take it easy,

and wait for you to screw up.

You sound
like my ex-wife.

You were married?

For about a year,
give or take a few days.

It's not like we didn't get
along. We had fun. We just

didn't have that thing,
you know,

that spark.
Gotta have that.

Uh-huh.

We still talk, though.

Sure.

This is not gonna end well.
These things never do.

If I'm going to get shot
it's gonna be in the street,

not off a goddamn fence.

You must really see yourself
as some kind of Clyde Barrow.

You mean,
of "Bonnie and Clyde"?

The part in the movie where
they get shot, Warren Beatty and

Faye Dunaway.

I like her in
that movie about TV.

Network. She was good.

That guy who says he won't
take any more shit.

Peter Finch.

"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not
gonna take any more of your shit!"

In the part where they
get shot, I remember

thinking that it wouldn't be such
a bad way to go, if you had to.

You sure
are easy to talk to.

I was thinking, if we met
under different circumstances,

if you were in a bar and I
came up and we started talking,

I wonder what would happen. Nothing.

If you didn't know
who I was.

You'd probably tell me.

But if circumstances
were different...

You have got to be kidding.

Another Faye Dunaway movie I
liked was Three Days of the Condor.

The one with Robert Redford
when he was young.

I never thought
it made sense though.

The way they got
together so quick.

Really?

I mean, romantically.

Here we go.
Where the hell are we?

Turnpike. Glenn's above
us with the other car.

Hop on out.

Turn around and
get your hands up!

We may as well leave her.
We're leavin' the car

and we gotta
leave her someplace.

She's coming with us.

Jesus, what were
you doing in there?

Looking for a name.
I already looked.

Her name is Karen Sisco. Like the
Cisco Kid, only spelled different.

Karen? You be
a good girl now.

I'm gonna
open up the trunk.

Hey! You're putting holes
in your car!

I'm not leavin' you. I'll open
the trunk. Drop your pistol out.

If you shoot, Buddy's got
your shotgun. He'll shoot back.

I can't stop him.
So it's up to you.

Hey!

Don't! It's Glenn!

Fuck! Jack.
Good to see you.

What are you guys
shooting at?

Do we need him?

The cop saw this car.

He might tie it to the break
and turn around.

Hey, Studs.
We didn't recognize you.

Hey, "Studs."

I haven't heard that since
Lompoc. What's going on?

Nothing.

Karen. Are you coming out?

You hear that?
Okay.

You win, Jack.

When you get your suit
cleaned, send me the bill.

I'll send it
to you at Glades.

Did you crawl through
a sewer? Who're you?

Take your sunglasses off.

I see better with them on.

I'll throw them
off the overpass

while they're
still on your head.

Wait in the car.

We're in civilization now,
so ease up.

I'm sorry. Wait in the car, please.
Take her, put her in the back.

In the trunk?

In the backseat!

Come now,
'cause I got to do...

Give me your jacket.

Somebody forgot
to bring the clean clothes.

They're at Glades,
in the Cadillac.

You decided to jump
into the trunk of her car.

You can blame me if
you want. I don't mind.

What's your problem?

Why did you bring Glenn?

The score was his idea.

Idea?

He has a vacant lot
for a head.

He thinks he can
talk to me like that?

"Give me your jacket." I have
been sitting here for a half-hour,

watching out for cops.
You think that's fun?

I had to go in the bushes

to smoke a joint, just
so I could, you know?

Yep. I got something
big lined up up north.

These guys wouldn't even know
about it, if it wasn't for me.

Every time he talks,
I want to punch him.

He's not the problem.

Why are we bringing
her with us?

You don't
remember me, do you?

I was never at Glades, if
that's what you're thinking.

That's not what I'm thinking.

But you're sure we've met?

Last fall.

I drove you from
Palm Beach county jail

to the federal
courthouse twice.

You're Glenn Michaels.

I never forget anybody
I've cuffed and shackled.

Let's see if we can
work this out, Glenn.

Do we have a gun
in the car?

Oh, shit! I remember you!

Foley's won't make it. If he
goes down, you go with him.

I can understand
if you guys are close...

No, we're not.

But, I'm helping him.

Now wait a minute.

Have you helped him?

At this point, I doubt you could
be charged with aiding a fugitive.

So you still have a choice.

You want to take her to my
place, get cleaned up, come out

with your aftershave on, and
she goes, "I had you all wrong."

I just wanna
talk to her again.

See what it would be like
under normal circumstances.

It's too late for that.

He wants to get out of here,
and I don't blame him.

If the ref don't
call it soon,

they'll take this cat
out in a body bag.

Do you know why
they call him "Snoopy"?

He used to be
Maurice "Mad Dog" Miller,

back when he was a pro.

Now you pet him,
he goes down.

I don't believe it!

Oh, my!

Yeah, you're the man.

Guy's bragging
he won a thrown fight.

Fucking pathetic.

Dangerous is what it is.

Who's the bald dude?

Richard Ripley.

The Wall Street guy?

He ripped off so many guys,
he's called Dick the Ripper.

I didn't recognize him
without his rug.

What's his bid?
Three years.

You guys on the bench?

Three years, fined $50 million
and wrote them a fucking check.

Just like that.

Fifty mill,
signed his name.

Didn't even...
Okay, a little help.

Okay, heavy!

Heavy! Come on!

With the glare out here, you couldn't
read the numbers on the weights.

I had it.

How do you know
he wrote a check?

He told me.

We work laundry together.

Guy loves to fucking talk.

He loves to talk. He
talked to the U.S. Attorney.

Rolled over on the snitches
he did business with.

Any guy who can write
a check for $50 million,

he says anything,
I'm all fucking ears.

Guy tells me he's got all
this money in foreign banks.

Plus, around

five million in uncut
diamonds at his house.

He said, quote,

"That I can get my hands
on it at any time."

Where does he live?

Detroit.

Snoopy Miller says that uncut
diamonds are as easy to move as cash.

Ever seen an uncut diamond?

Looks just like
a plain old rock.

Wait, you think
this guy's lying?

What do you think? Use your
head. A guy's got $5 million

socked away, and he's
gonna tell some motormouth

he meets
in prison about it?

Oh, I see.
You guys are cynical.

Here it comes.

Keep on walking.
Keep walking.

You don't wanna be
answering any questions.

I'm just saying
she wasn't scared.

Because she had
her hand on her gun.

You're just jealous because you
weren't in the trunk with her.

You're right.

First thing I'm gonna do
is get this mud off me.

Hey.

Karen, honey?

You were talking
in your sleep.

What'd I say?

"Hey, yourself."

Daniel Burdon, F. B. I.

Marshall Sisco,
Karen's dad.

Would you mind,
waiting outside?

We have some
business to do here.

I have to use
the john anyway.

I wanna be
on the task force.

That's nice of you
to offer, but

I got all the help
I can use right now.

Let's talk about how you
got that bump on your head.

Isn't that my file
you're holding?

Yes, but I want
to hear it from you,

starting from when
you grabbed the wheel.

Where was this?

Coming to
the Okeechobee exit.

Sit back!

Can you see
with those glasses on?

I'm fine! This is stupid.

These guys are gonna be
so disappointed in me.

You know what?
If I wasn't stoned,

there is no way you would
have talked me into this.

Get off at the exit
right after that bridge.

I am not turning myself in!

Get off at that exit!
What exit?

That exit right there!

Sit back!

Next thing I knew,

paramedics were pulling me
out of the car.

There's a couple of points
I wonder about

concerning the two guys
who grabbed you.

Buddy, is it?
And this fella Jack Foley.

The man must have robbed
over 200 banks in his time.

Really?

He told me he didn't
remember how many he robbed.

Then you talked to him.

In the trunk, yeah.

What'd you talk about?

Different things.

Prison, movies.

This fella holds you hostage,
you talk about movies?

It was an unusual experience.

Foley made me think
of that fella Carl Tillman.

You were seeing him, it turns
out while he was robbing banks.

Do you recall that?

And what happened to Carl?

You shot him. But you didn't
shoot Foley or his friend.

They're unarmed.
You had a shotgun

and you let them
throw you in the trunk.

You got your SIG
in your hand.

You say in the report that
you couldn't turn around.

But when the trunk opened,

how come you
didn't cap them then?

What do you
usually work on?

Fraud? Crooked bookkeepers?

I've been with the Bureau 15 years
on all kinds of investigations.

Ever shot a man?
No.

Ever been primary
through the door?

I have to qualify?

You have to know
what you're talking about.

We'll talk another time.
All right?

I wonder why Foley
put you in that second car

when he didn't
need you anymore.

You'll have to ask him that.

What the deal is, baby?

Hi, Maurice.

I don't know.
Make a fist.

There you go.

Fuck it, man.

Got your little
fishies for you.

Not so fast. Starting out, there's
gonna be a cost of living increase.

Getting put in here
for credit fraud

I didn't really get
no props for that.

But ever since I shanked that
loudmouth pussy in the yard,

it's like my Dun and
Broadstreet shot way the fuck up.

Actually,
it's Dun and Bradstreet.

Well, I've heard it
both ways.

Point is, the price
has gone up too.

Get your black book out. We
got some business to talk about.

For the fishies... What'd
I say they was gonna be?

Two thousand.

Now they're three thousand.

Come on...

Now they're three thousand.

That saltwater shit
you put in your eyes?

What do you call that?

Bausch & Lomb.

Yeah, that Bauschie
Lomb shit. That's 300.

I need it.

Yeah, you do.
And that extra pillow.

I'm gonna get that for you, but
that's gonna be like five C's.

Five?
Hey.

Sign says shut the fuck up,
or can't you fellas read?

Who the fuck you
talkin' to, man?

You got a problem
over there, Foley?

This is the dumbest shakedown in
the history of dumb shakedowns.

Five hundred bucks
for a pillow?

It does seem
a little high.

Shut up, Dick.

Must be a nice pillow.

Faux goose down.

But still...

How much for your
company at chow?

My company? I'll watch
this motherfucker's back.

How much?

That's a C-note.

Ripley, tell this guy
to fuck off.

Really?

Well, I don't know.

If he kills you,
he gets nothing.

The man don't just
have to die, Foley.

He could accidentally hurt himself
by falling on something hard.

Like a shiv.
Or my dick.

I'll pay. I'll pay it.
Don't worry.

If he falls
on anything, Snoop,

then they'll transfer him
faster than you can throw a fight

and you still get nothing.

Last time I checked, man,

this shit didn't
involve you.

Go outside and smoke a
cigarette or some shit.

I don't smoke.

You heard him. Get your
punk ass out of here.

Oh-oh.

You fucked up.
That's Himey.

Protege of mine. Ranked number
32 in the federal prison system.

Thirty-two?
That's right.

Out of, what, 20?

Kick his ass.

What's going on here?

Nothing.

Just "Reading is Fundamental"
shit. We got all excited.

Clear outta here. Now.

No problem.
All of you.

I think we settled
the fish thing.

The fish. Yeah.

That's how you do
the shake, partner.

Paper says there's ten grand
each on you, Chino and Lulu.

They say anything
about Karen?

Just that
she got away. Here.

That's all right.
It's in the pool.

Did it say what happened
after she left with Glenn?

I don't know. You'll have to ask Glenn.

He's probably on his way to
Detroit, which is where we should be.

Do you realize
what you're doing?

Worrying about a woman who
works for law enforcement?

You wanna have cocktails with
a woman who tried to shoot you.

Do you hear
what I'm saying?

Do you think this
old guy's her boyfriend?

It's the only photo she has.

Am I going to
Detroit by myself?

The longer we stay here,
the better the chance

that either Glenn
screws up,

or we get busted, or both.

This is Foley?

This is Foley?

He doesn't even
look like that.

No?

Mmm-mmm.
He looks a lot like...

Different.

Wyatt Earp is here.

How you feeling? Better?

Good.

Your dad
taking care of you?

He took the week off

to take care of me and all
he's done is work on his boat.

This is Ray Nicolet.

I heard a lot about you.

Likewise.

Ray's working with the F. B. I.
task force on the prison break.

Tell me, Ray, do you ever wear
one that says "Undercover"?

No.

How's it going?

Sit down.

Good. We caught
one of them.

Was it Foley?

Was it off a tip?

Somebody spotted two of them
near the airport.

Called in the number.

The reward did it.

Was it Foley?

No, Linares,
one of the Cubans.

We went in with full SWAT,
two choppers, the whole deal.

Linares goes nuts, starts
shooting, so we took him out.

Chirino got away.

Foley hadn't been there?

No, strictly Cubans.

Foley had a ride.
He must have his own agenda.

He seems to be the only guy
who knows what he's doing.

Yeah, she is.
Just a minute, please.

You know who this is?

Yes.
Five minutes.

So, Ray.
Yeah.

There's something
I'm wondering.

The headline reads, "I Slept With a
Murderer, Says Shaken Miami Woman."

Who answered
the phone?

None of your business.

Maybe I'm not
old enough for you.

It was my dad.
Really?

He's got a cop's face.

How do you know?

You have my wallet.

And your gun.

Think I can have 'em back?

How do we do that?

Stop by my dad's place
and drop 'em off.

I'll give them to the SWAT
guy who answers the door.

There's a guy here
on the task force right now.

Maybe I should
put him on the phone.

You wouldn't do that.

Why not?

You're having too much fun.

She fixes him
pork chops and rice.

Next thing you know, they're
making love on the sofa.

She says he was very gentle.

Chirino shows up at the house,
says he misses his little girl.

She feels sorry for him.
Next thing you know, boom!

On the couch.

That's how you score now?

I guess.

There's something
I've been wondering.

Whatever happened
to your uncle Cully?

Think he's gonna
tell you where I am?

Unless you want to.

He's dead.

Did 27 years
before he got out,

and he died a few years later
in a charity hospital

making up for all the
good times he missed.

That's not gonna be me.

One last score, retire to
some island? Is that the idea?

I'm partial to
mountains myself,

but if you like islands,
we'll make it an island.

What do you mean, "we"?

You and I can make it...

You better see this.

Is that Buddy?

What? No. Okay. Bye-bye.

So she's a married woman.

But she goes to bed
with a prison escapee because

he tells her that he
misses his little girl.

She tells the world about it.
But you protect her.

You don't reveal her name.

That makes it sound like
what she was doing was okay

as long as her husband
doesn't find out.

Like a guy who cheats
on his wife.

Says what she doesn't
know won't hurt her.

Dad.
What?

Ray, I wanna show you
something in the living room.

Good talking to you.

You too.

Federal law enforcement
agents raided a squatters camp

north of Miami International
Airport this morning

looking for fugitives from
Tuesday's escape from Glades Prison.

F.B.I. officials confirm that one
of the escapees, Aurelio Linares,

was killed...

Chino will want
to talk to me.

Chino's runnin' for his life.
He don't give a shit about you.

He'll know I gave him up.
He's gonna wanna find me.

Maybe see Adele,
see what she knows.

He knows where she lives?

We were talking once,
drinking rum,

and I may have
mentioned Adele.

How she worked for a magician.
He got all interested.

He said, "How do you saw
the woman in half?"

He wanted to meet her,
see her if she came to visit.

So you call her up. Tell
her don't talk to any Cubans.

The phone's probably tapped.

You're right.

Which means they have
her place staked out.

Shit!

Adele Delisi speaking.

This is Adele?

Yes, it is.

Sorry. Wrong number.

Nice disguise.

I'm a tourist.

All right, here we go.

Coming up right
here on the left.

The guy with the clippers?

I wonder what the F. B. I.

is charging to trim
hedges these days?

Quite a checker game
they got goin'.

Pull on up.

Oh, man.

You saw her.
That's all you get.

Let's go to Detroit.

Now you're
talkin', brother.

I'll say one thing for
Jack, he's very considerate.

Lights on or off, you know?

Really?

Adele, listen.

I just want to find him before he
does something else and makes it worse.

Buddy'll take care of him.

Keep him out of trouble.
He's Jack's conscience.

They must have robbed
fifty banks together.

They were a really
great team.

Until they got busted.

That wasn't Jack's fault.
That was on account of

Buddy. He decided to call his
sister and confess to the job

before they'd done it
instead of after.

She called the F. B. I.
They both ended up at Lompoc.

I think Buddy felt
kind of bad about that.

Do you have any idea
where I could find Buddy?

Or Glenn?

Mira, Adele, you in there?

Yes.

Mira, I'd like to speak to you.

Who is it?

Emile, the guy
you used to work for?

He gave me your number
and where you live.

I'm looking for an assistant.
Can I speak to you?

You did work for Emile?

I was Emile's box jumper
for four years.

You were what? His box?

His assistant.

You say you perform
in the Miami area?

Here, there, you know.

I was a magician in Cuba.

They used to call me
Manuelito the Magician.

Mira, can you open?

I'm not dressed.

I'm a good friend
of Jack Foley.

You know Jack?

Who are you?

Jose Chirino.

Maybe you heard Jack call
me Chino. I'm the same guy.

Tell him to wait in the hall.
You have to get dressed.

Wait in the hall.
You have to get dressed.

Tell me where to find Jack
and I don't bother you no more.

Come on, please!

I don't know where he is.

I helped Jack escape.

Open this fucking door...

I'm gonna call the police.

Why you gonna do that
to a friend of Jack?

That's it!

Adele!
Give me your hand.

You not Adele! I'm a U.S.
marshal and you're under arrest.

Get my bag, Adele.

I think there's
a misunderstanding.

You got nice bag.

Let's say we just forget
about it. I go home...

Shut up.

Who the hell taught
you how to do that?

Give me your other hand.

Okay.

I gotta go make pee-pee.

You are mean!

I'm gonna call my lawyer.
This is human rights violation.

Daniel Burdon, please.
Karen Sisco.

Can I ask you a question?

You know that trick you do?

Karen? Where are you? I've
been trying to reach you.

When you're in the box
and they saw you in half?

I'm at Adele Delisi's.

It's magic.

We already talked to her.
That's a dead end.

If I bring in Chirino, will
you put me on the task force?

Sure.

They put the saw through,
and separate it.

But how do you
twinkle your toes?

You bring Chirino in, and
you can be on the task force.

That's all I wanted to know.

Now, forget about
the ex-wife,

and get over to
the Adams Hotel?

You got it.

No!

That's it.

Fake legs.

Fake legs?
How you gonna...

Thanks, Adele.

How do they twinkle
their toes, if it's fake?

First thing we do in
Detroit, we find Glenn,

and we find a window
to throw him out of.

I was thinkin',
if I was Glenn

taking down the Ripper,
where would I go?

Except if you were Glenn,
you wouldn't be thinkin'.

Remember Snoopy Miller,
his pal from the joint?

I figured he'd be
brain-dead by now.

Snoop doesn't box anymore.

Glenn told me that he manages
some fighters at the Kronk.

Did you get the key?

They're in Room 613.

I want two men outside,
front and back.

Conroy, Jameson, go on up to
six. Cover both ends of the hall.

You're primary.
You're secondary.

You're point man.

You gonna use a ram?

Yeah. Why?

The manager's door is metal.

They might all be.

A ram on a metal door makes
a lot of noise and that's it.

I have a shock lock
round on my shotgun.

Fine. Whatever.

Two, please.

Two.

Let's take the stairs.

Take the radio. Stay here in
the lobby and watch the elevator.

Daniel, I want
to go upstairs.

You can wait in the car
if you want to.

You see Foley and Bragg coming
behind us. What do you do?

Call and tell you?

And let them come up.

Don't try to make the bust
yourself. You understand?

Is this your floor, ma'am?

Oh! Oh, yes.

It is. I'm sorry.
Thank you.

Be advised we are
approaching the door.

Be advised we are
going to blow the door.

Going up?

I thought I was going up.

She just looked
right at me.

Who?
Karen.

Karen Sisco?
Yeah.

She's in the lobby.

She's in the lobby?
Yeah.

If they know where I live, they know
what I drive. We got to dump this car.

She just sat there,
looking right at me.

They're not up here.
Keep your eyes open.

Karen, are you there?

He waved at you?

I'm pretty sure he did.

Did you wave back?

I didn't have time.

I imagine you
would have, though.

Buddy's sister,
Regina Mary Bragg,

got two calls from Buddy
in Detroit this morning.

She calls Burdon.

He got Buddy's address
from her, too.

So?

Why does he still call her
after she turned him in?

He doesn't hold a grudge.

But if they have
this big score up north,

why did Foley stay
in Miami for so long?

Any thoughts on that?

None I'd like to share.

I'll call you
when I get in.

Okay.

I don't just deal product
and manage fighters no more.

A lot's changed since
the last time you seen me.

I've vertically integrated
myself, you know, diversified.

I'm into the occasional
grand larceny,

home invasion,
shit like that.

White Boy Bob here
is my all-around man.

My personal bodyguard
when I need one, driver.

Watch the road, White Boy!
Why you lookin' back here?

I like this car, Glenn.

You stole
a good one, boy.

We can roll around
in Ripley's neighborhood

not get sweated by
the private security.

Ain't gonna have
no police on our ass,

nothing like that.
It's nice, man.

You still haven't said how
you want to do this thing.

I'll tell you once we get
one other brother I need.

Kenneth,
that's Moselle's brother,

along with White Boy here.

Here we go, White Boy.

Who's the fireman?

Ken Dog.

What's up?

What's happenin', hustler?

This cigarette
gonna bother you?

Put that thing out.
Ken, this is Glenn.

Glenn, that's Kenny, the
dude I was tellin' you about.

You're the one gonna help us
rip off that rich white dude?

That's him.

Help you?

Go ahead, White Boy.

Maurice, I am letting you
in on this gig, not...

You just asked
how we gonna do it.

I'm telling you how.
We're the experts.

The one I'm worried
about is you, Glenn.

Me?

Can you step up
and actually do this shit

instead of just
talking the talk?

Do what?

Walk into a house
I picked out.

Do this cross-dressing nigger
I used to sell to.

Been dealing on his own.

What? When?

Right now. What you think
all this shit is for?

I don't need to
prove shit to you.

The Ripley job is my job.
You're either in or you're not.

You wanna go pop some
crack dealer pissed you off

that is your problem,
not mine.

I know you supposed
to be cool

but you ain't got to give me
no tone of voice.

If you don't like what I'm sayin',
bounce off this whip anytime.

I think we're forgetting
that this is my whip.

I brought it up.

Come on, man. If I say this is
my car, you know this is my car.

You just get yourself
another one.

If I say we in
on this Ripley shit,

we in on it,
with or without you.

If I say you do
this motherfucker

to show me you got balls,

guess what else
you gonna do?

We're here.

Tighten up your panties, boy.

Hacksaw. I'll take that.

Hatchet.

What are you gonna do
with a hatchet?

Let's get some fire
to that ass.

You want the.45
or the Glock?

Worse than you thought
it was gonna be, right?

You with the bad boys now.

Let's go.

What do you think?

I think Glenn opened his big mouth
and now we got another partner.

Hey, Studs, how ya doin'?

What are you guys
doin' here?

Weren't you expecting us?

Somebody finally
step on your sunglasses?

I don't know.

Whose blood you got
on your shirt?

These guys are crazy.

Snoop!
Shit.

We have a problem here?

Jack Foley,
famous bank robber.

Snoopy Miller,
famous fight thrower.

I read you broke out of
a prison down in Florida.

Low class of
people there, Snoop.

Call him that again, I'll
put your head through a wall.

What? You mean "Snoop"?

Nobody calls me Snoopy anymore
is what White Boy Bob means.

He's just a little crude
with it. You know what I mean?

I left all that
behind me, partner.

But you call this bozo
"White Boy."

White Boy Bob
used to be a fighter.

What do you do now,
White Boy Bob,

outside of shoot
your big mouth off?

Like being back
in the yard.

Just like it.

Nobody backing down
or nothing.

You back down,
you just a pussy.

Why y'all
in Detroit anyway?

Glenn didn't tell you?

Glenn? What?

I thought
you guys were busted.

Why? 'Cause you left us
standing on the side of the road?

Oops.

Look, Snoop, I don't know
what Glenn promised you,

but here's the deal.

Buddy and I get half of
anything we get off of Ripley.

Anything else, you guys
can cut up any way you want.

Why don't we talk
about this outside?

Nice in here. It's warm.

It's like 90 degrees in here.

Sometimes it's 100 up
in this mug.

That's the way
Emmanuel like to keep it.

Keep his fighters mean
and lean like Tommy Hearns.

I got someplace to be.

Come to the fights
Friday night.

We'll sit down, chop it
up, you know, look it over.

State Theater.

We'll see you then.

It must take a lot
of balls to walk into a bank

and stick it up with a gun.

I don't know. I never used
a gun before in my life.

You're kidding.

You'd be surprised what you can
get if you ask the right way.

You're the reason I don't
keep my money in the bank.

So where do you
keep your money?

Talking about all
those uncut diamonds.

I know what
you're talking about.

You're the one with balls.

Say something
like that to Glenn?

Come on, nobody's
going to believe Glenn.

Do you believe Glenn?

No, I don't.

Even if it was true, he'd still
have to know where I keep 'em.

You told him you
keep 'em in your house.

It's a very big house. How
much longer you in here for?

22 months,
three days, two hours.

Why?

'Cause I could use
a guy like you.

Somebody that knows how to ask
for things in the right way.

I'm talking about
when you're out of here.

You can't rob banks forever,
can you?

I'm not exactly
a nine to five type.

Who is?

I thought
everybody liked Eddie.

How you doin', Ray?

I'm freezing.

But I'm getting warmer.

Other than we had so much fun
the last time we worked together,

why come to me
instead of the F. B. I.?

All the F. B. I. will do
is send me to get coffee.

You know what?
You're right.

Last year, DEA had a Glenn
Michaels on possession with intent.

They couldn't make it stick.

Move this car.

In his statement he said he was
coming to Detroit to see a friend

about job opportunities.

Who was the friend?

Maurice Miller,

also known as Snoopy,
used to be a prizefighter.

I know Snoopy.
He's a whack job.

Thinks he's Sugar Ray Leonard.
Hangs out on the west side

with a couple of other
first-rate nut cases.

I need a last-known address.

27-10 coming in.

You need a what?

A last known address.

That your car?

No way. I don't want you
talking to Miller alone.

Come on, Ray.
I'm a federal officer.

I can handle myself.
I'm armed.

I'll call you tomorrow
with the address.

Thank you, Raymond.

You see the paper?

It's a terrific
shot of her.

Outside of that.

I don't think her being here
has anything to do with us.

She came here on vacation
because she likes shitty weather.

I think she's after Glenn.

The girl still there?

They don't stay the whole
night unless you pay for it.

Did you tell your sister?

Yeah, I just hung up.
She prayed for me.

How long were you
on the phone?

Two hours.

How long were you
with the girl?

45 minutes.

You didn't tell your sister
about Ripley, did you?

Just forget about my sister.

If Karen Sisco is tailing
Glenn, we're fucked.

Tomorrow night at the
fights we all get picked up.

Let's drive by where we're
meeting tonight, check it out

and go by Ripley's too,
while we're at it.

Yeah, all right.

Athenaeum Hotel,
how may I help you?

Karen Sisco, please.

Hello.
Best Western.

Karen Sisco, please.

Moselle Miller?

What do you want?

I'm looking for Maurice.

You find him,
tell him the dog died,

and I'm out of
grocery money.

Who you
talkin' to?

Lady lookin' for Maurice.

What does she want?
Hasn't said.

That's not Maurice?

That's Kenneth, my brother.

Ask her
what she want with him!

You ask her!

Maurice business
is none of my business.

You damn right.

State Theater?
Who's fightin'?

Nigger, what?

I'm looking for somebody
I think Maurice knows.

You're not with probation,
one of those?

No.
You a lawyer?

No. I'm looking for somebody
named Glenn Michaels.

Glenn? I don't know
any Glenn.

He said he stayed here
last November.

Here in this house?

He said he stayed
with Maurice.

He ain't
even here that much.

I'd like to know where he
goes, but at the same time

I don't wanna know,
you understand?

You say your dog was killed?

Got run over by a car.

What'd you call him?

It was a she.
Named Tuffy.

Where do you think
I might find Maurice?

I don't know.
The gym, the fights.

He don't miss the fights.

There are some tomorrow
night at the State Theater.

He used to take me.

The State Theater.

Why you askin' all these
questions about Maurice?

She lookin' for
a man named Glenn.

Did I ask you? Go on and
do something with yourself.

Why don't you take your ass
and get us some shrimp.

You're a fighter.

How you know that?

I can tell.

I was.

'Til I got my retina
detached two times.

What'd you fight,
about middleweight?

Light.

Super middleweight,
once my body developed.

What you go about,
what, a bantam?

Flyweight.

Nigger, what?
You know your divisions.

Do you like the fights?
You like the rough stuff?

I bet you do.

You like to get down
and tussle a little bit?

Like me and Tuffy,
before she got run over.

We'd get down on the floor
and tussle all the time.

I'd say to her, "You a good bitch,
Tuffy. Here's a treat for ya."

I'd give Tuffy what all
good bitches love best,

and you know what that is?

Know what that is?
A bone.

I'll give you
a good bone too, girl.

You're not my type.

That shit don't mean
nothin' to me.

I let the monster out,
you do what it wants.

I gotta go.

Maybe we'll see
each other again.

No, we gonna tussle first.

Damn it!
What the fuck was that?

You wanted to tussle.
We tussled.

That's a big ass house.

Place almost
looks like a prison.

No doubt he's got some
serious security system.

Time comes,
we knock on the door,

see if he wants to
discuss old times.

The easy way.
Cool.

Think he'll let us in with Snoop
and that musclebound asshole?

Nobody's gonna be with us.

We go to the fights tomorrow
night, hear Snoopy's big plan,

then we go in
ahead of him. Alone.

I can dig it.

Glenn deals with the Snoop,
while we off livin' the good life.

You know anybody who's
done one last big score

and then gone on
to live the good life?

There's a chance we'll walk
out of here with nothin'.

I say, let fate decide.

Fate? Who are you, the
fuckin' Dalai Lama now?

It's my sister.

My sister believes
in fate but not hell.

That's why she stopped
praying for all the lost souls,

since you don't hear
about Purgatory anymore.

But every day, she prays
that Buddy don't fuck up.

What do you think?

Do you think
there's a hell?

It's called the Glades
Correctional Institute.

I'm not going back there,
or any place like it.

They put a gun on you,
you'll go, brother.

They put a gun on you,
you still have a choice.

So, Mr. Foley.

Mr. Ripley and I
have had a long talk

about your role
in the company.

He felt you'd be happiest
working here in Miami.

How's that sound to you?

Great.

Good. You're about
a 42 long, right?

I'm about a 42.

Like, 42 regular.

Let's see how she fits.

What is that?

Your uniform.

My uniform.

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

You can't go in there!
A security guard?

What are you, stoned?

Hey. Take it easy!

It's all right, Peggy.
It's under control.

I wasn't sure that you'd show up
here, but I was sure if you did,

you'd throw this job
in my face.

Let me tell you something.

Every single thing you've done
with your life up to this point

in the real world
means nothing.

Less than nothing.

You're a bank robber.

That's not a very
marketable skill.

We don't see a lot of old
bank robbers walking around

with a pension plan,
now do we?

I think you know this.
That's why you're here.

Today, I've offered you

a lousy job
with a lousy wage.

You want something better?
Show me you can change.

Then I'll offer you something
better. A lot better.

Until then, my friend,
you'll have to earn it.

How, Dick?
The way you earn it?

Married some rich broad
owns the company,

selling it,
then divorcing her?

What's this "pull yourself up
by the bootstraps" bullshit?

Back in prison, a guy like
you in a place like that?

You were ice cream for
freaks. A goddamned dumpling.

Maurice and
a dozen other guys

would have bled you
till you had nothing.

Until you were nothing.
I saved your ass!

So pardon me if I won't sit on a stool,

and say, "Sign in here, please,"
or "You can't park here."

I can't fuckin'
do it, Dick!

I'm disappointed in you.

Here we go. What job
did he promise you boys?

There's two ways
we can do this.

What are they?

I gotta get a better pair of
shoes and some things for tomorrow.

Let's hook up later.

Yeah, okay.

I better go call my sister.

Can I get you anything?

I'll have a bourbon.
Water back.

Why don't
you do us again?

Celeste, put the lady's drink
on our bill.

They want to buy
your drink for you.

I get that.

Tell them I'd rather pay
for my own.

Okay.

I'll find out.

Excuse me. My associates
and I, we made a little bet

on what you do
for a living.

And I won. Hi, I'm Philip.

I'd rather just have
a quiet drink and leave.

Don't you want to
know what I guessed?

How I know what
you do for a living?

I don't want to be rude.
I just want to be left alone.

It's a little cold over there.

I think I know
why you're depressed.

If I can offer
my observation.

I got a hunch
you're the new sales rep,

and the client's not exactly knocked
out by the fact that a young lady,

even one as stunning as
yourself, is handling the account.

Am I close?

I'm Andy.

We're all ad guys. Flew in this
morning from the Apple. New York.

Here to pitch
Hiram Walker Distillery.

Test market campaign
for the new Margarita mix.

It's really pretty
interesting. We take this...

Mex... Hispanic bandito

with his bullet belts and
everything, and the big Chihuahua hat,

and he pulls out
his six-guns.

These guys back here...

Andy.

Really. Who gives a shit?

Do you want to
tell me what happened?

Beat it, Andy.

What'd you do?

Can I buy you a drink?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Sit down.

I'm Gary.

I'm Celeste.

It takes forever
to get a drink here.

I can go to the bar.

Don't go.

Are those guys
bothering you?

They're fine.
I mean, you just got here.

Here, help yourself.

You like bourbon?

I love it.

Tell me, Celeste, what
do you do for a living?

I'm a sales rep, and I came
here to call on a customer,

but they gave me a hard
time 'cause I'm a girl.

Is that how you
think of yourself?

As a sales rep?
As a girl.

I don't have
a problem with it.

I like your hair.

I like your outfit.

This is my second
favorite outfit.

I had a first favorite, but it got
ruined, and I had to get rid of it.

You did?
It smelled.

Having it cleaned
didn't help?

No.

Gary, what do you do
for a living?

How far do you
want to go with this?

Don't say anything yet.

I don't think it works
if we're somebody else.

Gary and Celeste,
what do they know?

I never played
this game before.

It's not a game.

It's not something you play.

Does this make
any sense to you?

It doesn't have to. It's
something that happens.

It's like seeing
someone for the first time

like you could be
passing on the street,

and you look at each other
and for a few seconds

there's this kind of a recognition...
Like you both know something.

The next moment,
the person's gone,

and it's too late to
do anything about it.

You always remember it, because
it was there, and you let it go.

You think to yourself,
"What if I had stopped?"

"What if?"

And it may only happen
a few times in your life.

Or once.

How'd you find me?

I called your room
from downstairs.

And I if I had answered,
what were you gonna say?

Who I was,
and do you remember me,

and want to meet for a drink?

If I remembered you?
I came here looking for you.

I would have said yes,
but for all you know,

I could have had a SWAT team
waiting. Why would you trust me?

It'd be worth the risk.

You like taking risks.
So do you.

You know,
sooner or later...

You really wear that suit.

That's not what you
were about to say.

Remember how talkative
you were in the trunk?

Adele said you talk
when you're nervous.

She did, did she?

You kept touching me,
feeling my thigh.

But in a nice way.

That SIG you took
from me was special.

My dad gave it to me
for my birthday.

What were you
going to do with me?

I hadn't really
worked that part out yet.

I just knew I liked you,
and didn't want to

leave you and
never see you again.

Then you waved to me
in that elevator.

I wasn't sure
if you saw that.

I couldn't believe it.
I had been

thinking about you a lot

and just wondering what
it would be like if we met,

if we could take a time-out.

I was thinking
the same thing.

I kept thinking, "What
if we took a time-out?"

If we just spent
some time together.

I saw you on the street. Where?

Outside Adele's.

You went to see her?

To warn her
about Chino.

So she did help you.

I don't think
we should get into that.

You're right.
And I won't ask about Buddy,

or what you guys are doing in
Detroit, or if you've seen Glenn yet...

Don't talk like that,
because you scare me.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

There's something
I want you to know.

I wasn't just
looking for a fuck,

if that's what
you're thinking.

Why are you mad?

Like I was looking for some kinky
thrill, score with the bank robber.

The way some women
go for rough trade.

Now I can say that I fucked a
U.S. marshal. Do you think I will?

I don't know.

Come here.

I know a guy,

walks into a bank with a
bottle, says it's nitroglycerine.

He scores some cash
off of the teller.

On his way out, he drops the
bottle. It cracks on the floor.

He slips in it. He smacks
up his head. They get him.

The nitroglycerine
was canola oil.

I know more
fucked-up bank robbers

than ones that know
what they're doing.

I doubt one in ten
knows what a dye pack is.

Most bank robbers
are fucking morons.

For you to go to bed with
one for kinky thrills,

like you were saying, makes
you as dumb as they are.

Now, you are not dumb.

Why would you think that? Why would
you think that I would think that?

You're not dumb.

I don't know about that.

You can't do three falls and
think you have much of a brain.

Come here.

You're getting serious
on me now.

Tryin' not to.

I just want to know
what's gonna happen.

You know.

Put it together now.
Upstairs, not downstairs.

He don't want to
see you downstairs!

You drink like a bitch!

Don't go down.
Get your tussle on!

Don't let him
out that corner.

You know what?
I gotta go take a pee.

Why tell us? You want
somebody to hold your pecker?

Do that work, Joe!

Put it together now, Joe!

That's it, baby!

Take him deep! I love it.

Put him to sleep, Joe!

Sit down, Kenny.
That's it!

Tryin' to
steal this car?

Don't!

I can't believe this!

Another one of those days?
Nothing seems to be going right.

I don't have the keys.
I see that.

I mean I am not
fucking stealing the car!

You're not?

No, I already
stole it a week ago,

whenever it was,
in West Palm.

So I can't be stealing it again, can I?

Hands on the wheel.

You're gonna

bust me for
pickin' up a car?

For the car, for aiding and
abetting a prison escape,

and for conspiring to do
whatever you came here for.

These guys, they're gonna be out
here any minute looking for me,

and they're
fucking animals.

What's going on, Glenn?

Nothing. I just wanna
get the fuck outta here.

I thought this whole thing
was your idea.

Ripping off Ripley
was my idea,

but these guys, they are in a
whole other level of their own.

Ripley, the Wall Street guy?

The plan was

to pick him up at
his office tomorrow

and drive him out to his
house in Bloomfield Hills.

Now I don't give a shit
what the guys do.

Foley was part of this?

Yeah, but he hasn't
showed up yet,

which is good for him.

Why?

Maurice is gonna kill him

to try to collect the
reward money or something.

But you say he hasn't shown up
yet. You think he backed out?

I don't know. He doesn't
exactly confide in me.

I wonder why.

If you're gonna do this, let's
do it and get out of here.

I am freezing my ass off!

If you wanna get out of
here, run. It'll warm you up.

Really?

I swear to God, if I find out
that you are lying to me...

I know, you will find me. I believe it.

Hey, you know
what I was thinking?

If you didn't drive me to
the federal court last summer,

you wouldn't
even know who I am.

If I didn't know you, Glenn, by
tomorrow you'd be in jail or dead.

Think of it that way.
Now run.

I'm tellin' you,
the money is here.

Snoop.

It's the bank robbers.

I'm missin' the fights.
Pull up a chair.

Who's sittin' here?

Glenn.

But he went to the bathroom
a couple of minutes ago,

and we ain't
seen him since.

Must've fell in.

No doubt.

Sent these two
looking for him.

They came back
shaking their heads.

If he left his coat and he's
been gone a while, then...

Car's here, man.
I checked.

We're leavin'.

Leavin'?

What the fuck?
If Glenn's gone...

Who cares?
What does he know?

I thought everything.

Glenn know everything that's
supposed to happen tomorrow.

He may run and tell somebody
that, but that don't mean shit.

Glenn don't know
I changed the plan.

It's happenin' tonight.
Soon as we leave here.

Go back by the house, pick
up some shit we gonna need,

and we just gonna do it.

Give me a minute
to talk to Buddy.

You got two minutes.

Make up your mind.

I wasn't
asking permission.

You know they're
gonna set us up.

I get that feeling.

You think you can get to
the diamonds before they do?

I'll make you a deal.
You get outta here right now.

I'll do the job with Snoop,
meet you, give you half.

Half for doin' what?

Gettin' me out of Glades,
for starters.

Who's gonna
watch your back?

All right, White Boy.
House call.

Ready to do this?

Ready for whatever.

Cool. My shit always work.

Perennial Plumbing.

Somebody called.

You don't know what you're talking
about, because no one was here.

Let's go skiing.

You still got time
to take me up on my offer.

And leave you alone
with these assholes?

Raymond Cruz.

It's Karen Sisco.
I'm at Ripley's house.

Maurice Miller and four other
men just forced their way in.

They're armed.
I'm gonna need backup.

Who are you?
- I work here.

I'm the maid.
Fuck off!

That's exactly what I'm gonna
do, fuck you, then off you.

Where Ripley at?

He isn't here.

Out for the evening
or some shit?

He's in Florida,
Palm Beach.

When's he due back?

You gonna wait for him?

Mr. Ripley's down for the
season. Christmas to Easter.

Stop that shit.

You're here all by yourself?

That's right. Just me.

Where's Ripley's safe,
his valuables?

I don't have any idea.

I fuckin' bet you don't.

We gonna take a look upstairs
in the man's bedroom.

You and Mr. Buddy look
at all the rooms down here.

Check the paintings,
behind the walls.

The man's got a safe.
It's here somewhere.

What about his place
down in Florida?

If you'd called,
we could have checked

the walls down there
before we left.

That is, if you'd bothered
to find out where he was.

Take this bitch upstairs.

You try and trip any alarms,
anything like that,

you gonna be a dead hazel,
you understand me?

Where we at?
Where is it?

Over there.

Ever wear one of these?

I don't ski.

Keep an eye on the maid.
I'll have a look around.

Go sit down. Please.

Damn, Mo. How's this
motherfucker livin'?

Check behind the pictures
on the walls.

Hey, Mo. Found some rubbers.

White Boy, why the fuck you
lookin' under the mattress?

You know dude ain't gonna
hide no diamonds under there.

Damn!
Dumb Alabama motherfucker.

Where Foley?

Checkin' the other rooms
like you said.

Keep an eye on Foley.

Ken, stop fuckin'
with the radio, put on a CD.

I don't recognize
none of these bands, Mo.

Just pick somebody.

What, "How to Sing
like Michael Bolton"?

What the fuck you
wanna listen to?

I like Schubert.

Schubert? Well, I don't.

Foley?

Cool.

911 got you
on hold, Richard?

Foley!
How you doin'?

What in God's name
is happening here?

Who's upstairs?

Snoopy Miller,
couple of his friends.

Maurice, from Lompoc?

Have they got
Midge up there?

What man lets a woman
answer the door this late?

We thought it was her husband. He
comes here and checks up on her.

I'm supposed to
be down in Florida.

In a few minutes, you'll wish
you were. Let's go. Come on.

Sit down.
We'll look at your fish.

That's workin'.
That's workin'.

Motherfucker!
I found the safe!

Don't go nowhere.

Shit! We gonna have a party!

Look at that bitch.

They found the safe.

Fuck.

Buddy, you remember Richard?

Hi. Nice house.

Thank you.

We just all
hit this handle,

blow this sucker wide open.

Let's get ready.

You're gonna
kill me with that.

Where you been, man?

Found some steaks.

Steaks?

Some big ones, bro.

Come on,
blast this damn safe open.

He's down there
lookin' for food.

Fool.

Hold it. No.
Get to the side, man.

On three. One, two, three.

Jesus, they're
shooting Midge!

Sit down, Dick.

They're trying to open up
the safe, not your maid.

Shit.

We didn't even crack it.

Hit the hinges.

Put your finger in your ear,
man. This is gonna be loud.

On three. One, two...

The combination is 3-10-44.

Richard's birthday.

Thank you.

Are they dead?

We gotta find Foley.

Can't believe you're still angry
with me after all this time.

I'm not angry with you. In
fact, I'm completely relaxed.

I can't figure if it's the
fish that are cooling me out,

or all those uncut diamonds in
the bottom of the tank, there.

Goddamn.

Glenn was right. You got
about 5 million worth in there?

Five point two.

They just look
like plain ol' rocks!

They sure do.
You wanna grab 'em?

If I were you,
I'd get up and run.

I'm not leaving Midge.

They're gonna kill you.

If that's my fate
then so be it.

I won't leave her.
I'm in love with her.

Come on, Jack.

Good luck, Richard.

Come on, Jack.

They're gonna rape
that maid, aren't they?

By the look of those guys,
the Ripper too.

Then they're gonna kill 'em. At least.

Tricky motherfucker.

Are those my suits?

These are my suits.
Look at you.

Where you
been hidin', Dick?

We made it, didn't we?

Just get in the van.

I'm goin' back in.

I'm goin' with you.

Meet me at the airport.

I'll get one
of Ripley's cars.

The shit about
to go down here,

you'll be on the phone
with your sister for a month.

I'm sayin' we're square.

Here.

Get out of here!

Get that shit off.

Get your hands off me!

Shut up!
Nobody's gonna help you.

Fuck Midge.
Where the jewels at, Dick?

Foley's got them.

Where the fuck is Foley?

Midge.

Midge!

Sit your punk ass down.

Son of a bitch!

Take the front stairs.
I'm gonna take the back.

You all right?

Where's Richard?

He's downstairs.
You wait here.

Hold it, asshole.
Drop the gun.

Put the damn gun
down, now.

Put it down!

Stay right there.
Don't move. Maurice!

I got Foley!

Maurice!

Ain't got another clip
I can use, do you?

No, I don't.

Never shot a gun before,
have you?

Not until recently, no.

You a little nervous?

Little bit.

A situation like this
has a high potentiality

for the common
motherfucker to bitch out.

So I figure,
why take a chance?

Bitch!

Motherfucker!

Stop! Put your hands
in the air!

Jack!

I know
you're up there.

Shit!

Where's Kenneth?

He's up here.

He's dead.

Come on, Jack, don't.

Pretend it's not me.

You think I'd shoot you?

If you don't,
somebody else will.

What're you now?
A desperado?

Put the gun down.

I'm not goin' back.

Don't make me do this.
Put the gun down.

Damn it, Jack,
put the gun down!

No more time-outs.

You win, Jack.

I can't shoot you.

You did. You shot me.

You know what I mean.

I'm sorry. I wish
things were different.

Airport.

They don't know yet if they want
to bring him up on the homicides.

I doubt if they will. They'll
just put a detainer on him.

When they're through with him
here, he'll go back to Florida.

Are you
gonna go get him?

It's possible. Why?

I was
just thinking.

You can have a nice time
with him on the ride down,

picking up where your
"interlude" left off,

then you can throw him
in the shithouse.

He knew
what he was doing.

Nobody forced him
to rob banks.

My little girl.
The tough babe.

I'll call you later.

Good-bye.

Jack.

I got you a present.

Something for the road.

I'm gonna have
to take it away, though,

soon as the ride is over.

Jack Foley?
Meet Hejira Henry.

What kind of
a name is Hejira?

It's Islamic.

What's it stand for?

The "Hejira" was Muhammad's
flight from Mecca in 622.

His flight?

Brothers in Leavenworth
gave me that name.

You were in Leavenworth?

For a time.
Meaning?

Meaning,
the time came, I left.

You busted out.

I prefer to think of it as an
exodus from an undesirable place.

How long before
you got caught?

That time?

There were others?

That was the ninth.

The ninth?

Ten if you count that prison
hospital I walked away from.

You done a lot
of walkin', Henry.

Hejira.

Hejira. Now we're off
to Glades.

It looks that way.

I was supposed to leave last
night with the lady marshal.

For some reason
she wanted to wait.

She did?

Guess it's cheaper
taking us in one van.

Could be. Maybe she thought
we had a lot to talk about.

Really? Like what?

I don't know.
Long ride to Florida.