Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 3 - Bank Job - full transcript

Small towns make me nervous.

Why?

Do I look
small town to you?

Right.

Here we go.
I'll take point.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Welcome.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.
How can I help you?

Safety deposit box
#350, please.

Certainly.



Abigail Fearnley.
I'm going to need to see some...

Ah, well,
you're certainly organized.

Everything seems
to be in order.

Um, Bridget will
show you to the vault.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I want to see Thomas.

Sure, Grace, come on in.

We should be out of here
in no time.

Oh. It's a bit warm
down here.

- It certainly is.
- Sorry.

It's all right.
I won't be long.

Okay, come with me.

Our basement
air conditioning is broken.



Thank you.

If you need me,
I'll be upstairs.

Yo.

- I'm in.
- Are you ready?

If you've got the egg,
I've got the ice.

I'll take that as a "yes."

Glad we got to this one
in time.

I feel sorry for those guys
in Monaco.

That won't happen here.

Stand by.

What do you mean, collateral?

Look, I've been a customer
of this bank

since your father was manager.

Yes, and we sure appreciate
your business, Grace.

Bull crap.
I'm outta here, Thomas.

What?

It's annoying.
Little bit.

Not even chained down.
Welcome to Mayberry.

You know, we might
want to focus here.

Whoa... there's a blast
from the past.

Norcam fixed position.

Black and white,
no thermal tracking,

and if they haven't
calibrated the focus lately?

Wow, you sure know
a lot about those cameras.

Look at the dust
on those motion sensors,

and there's no lasers
at floor level.

This place is a ripe peach
just waiting to be plucked.

Look, I don't want to interrupt
your trip down memory lane,

but, uh, we're not here
for the cash.

I know.

Oh, bloody hell.

Bloody, bloody hell!

We've got a problem.

What do you mean?

Not only has the creature
prematurely hatched,

but it's escaped as well.

What do you mean,
it's in the bank?

Worse! It's inside
someone in the bank.

Guaranteed
it's found a host by now.

No one leaves until
the abnormal is contained.

Uh, how do we
quarantine a bank?

Everyone down!
This is a hold-up!

Kiss the floor now!

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

Improvising. Get with
the program, wingman.

I am not your wingman.

We'll talk about this later.

All right, boys and girls,

we're in charge now.

Cell phones and pagers
front and center. Everyone!

All right, everyone,
uh, just cooperate,

and no one's
going to get hurt.

Come on, into the corner here.
Let's go, let's go.

Come on, over here.

- In the corner.
- Hurry up.

Oh, man...

Hey, hey, hey,
show your hands.

Rule number one.
No heroes.

He probably
tripped the alarm.

211 in progress.

Suspects are armed.

All available units
proceed immediately

to BMM Bank,
47 Main Street...

For real?

We just had a Fed Reserve
pickup yesterday.

You won't find much
in the vault.

Get over with them.

Crank up
the air conditioning.

The cooler the host,
the slower the gestation.

Okay.

All right, everyone,
please just stay calm.

You, uh,
can you get those blinds?

Oh, my God, what are
you guys going to do with us?

Nothing, nothing.

If everyone stays calm,
everything is going to be fine.

Yeah, right.
We've seen your faces.

Just shut up!

I'm sure the gentleman
is a man of his word.

If we remain calm, we'll all
get to go home soon.

He's exactly right.

Remaining calm
equals going home.

So, please, remain calm,

and, uh...
Why don't you take a seat?

Go ahead, it's okay
to take a seat.

Hey, Junior, I gotta pee.

- Hey, Bonnie,
- Bonnie, and Clyde,

cops are en route.

Yes, we know, Henry.

So, what the hell's
going on in there?

The Ferropodous has hatched.

Two days ahead of schedule?

Judging by
the placental viscosity,

I just missed it by minutes.

But how?

Faulty air conditioning,
I think.

The vault was like a hot house.

It would have sped up
the natural incubation.

Which is why the egg
in Monte Carlo

popped early, too.

Exactly.
We need to keep it cool.

And you've got a bank
full of people?

Afraid so.

Oh, man. Once that thing
finishes gestating...

It will explode out of the host,
killing him or her,

and then go on
a feeding rampage,

killing anyone in its path.

Oh, this is dreadful.

Okay, so the video
surveillance recording

is accessible
from your computer, right?

In our 70-year history,

we've never had a robbery.

Password?

Father must be rolling
in his grave.

Thomas, you've got to focus
with me here, okay?

What's the password?

Our customers, my friends,

have entrusted me
with their life savings.

I'd rather die than
betray that sacred pact.

Really?

Okay, ETA?

Conservative estimate?
45 minutes.

Any longer than that,

and the embryo
will grow to a size

where extraction is impossible.

We need to find a way
to pinpoint the host.

Call up some of
the Sanctuary files

on the Ferropodous.

I want to double-check
a theory of mine.

Status?

I was right, we're busted.

Damn.

I'm guessing local response time
for a town this size

is five minutes max.

We'll never be able to
isolate the host in that time.

Well, then,
we'd better hunker down,

'cause the Feds won't be
far behind.

We're only 20 miles
from the Seattle field office.

This day just keeps
getting better and better.

You want to call in
some markers

with your bros
in Homeland Security?

Not this time.

We're dealing with
an incredibly deadly

red-list abnormal.

I'm not prepared
to share it with anyone,

let alone the government.

Just us chickens.

And I'm going to be counting
on your expertise today.

All right. I'll make sure
this place is air-tight.

Oh...

Wow.

I'm done with him.
Go sit down.

- I'll be, uh...
- Get up. Arms up.

You already have my cell phone.

Just making sure
there's no surprises.

All right, you're clear.

Are you and he...

Who?

That guy you came in with.

Him? No.

Oh.

He killed
his last girlfriend.

They still haven't found
all the pieces.

Really?

Yeah. Sit down.

Up.

You know,
it's freezing in here.

Is it possible to...

No. Arms up. Legs open.

Usually I get dinner first.

Oh, that's original.

Look, why are you
taking hostages?

We're lonely.

There aren't any police yet.
You could just let us go.

You and your guys
can rob the bank.

Did I ask your permission?

Clearly you're a smart woman.
You've got to know...

these situations
rarely end well.

Hostage psychology 101, huh?

Create an emotional bond
with your captor.

Compliment them.

Connect to them
on a personal level,

and then maybe...
they won't kill you.

You can't blame a guy
for trying, right?

No, but if you don't sit down
and stay quiet,

I will blow your head off.

Sitting down.
Thank you.

How could something
so beautiful

contain something
so butt ugly?

This isn't
a beauty contest, Henry.

Did you find it?

Yeah, uh... Acetylcho...

Acetylcholinesterase.

Yeah, took the word
right outta my mouth.

It's an enzyme inhibitor,
like a natural valium.

Oh, good,
so it's ugly and relaxed.

In the wild, the Ferropodous
secretes the inhibitor

to sedate its host.

So our human time bomb should
be asleep by now then, right?

No, the, human metabolism
is significantly stronger.

The average person
wouldn't feel any effect,

except perhaps in the peripheral
synaptic mechanisms.

Such as?

It would slow down
the photoreceptors in the eyes.

There should be a perceptible
lag in reaction time

in the rods and cones.

I already know
your next question.

And I think
I already know your answer.

Why would I bring
a retinal scanner

to a simple bug pick-up?

You were right.

This video footage
is just about useless.

I can barely recognize us,

let alone
spot a tiny Ferropodous

slithering across the floor.

Well, it was a shot.

I need to send you two
on a scavenger hunt.

I love
a good scavenger hunt.

By the way, this surveillance
video is... pfft.

Look, I don't get it.

Wouldn't somebody
have felt this thing?

The temperature of
a newly hatched embryo

is 98.2 degrees.

So close to human
body temperature,

you'd never even feel it
on your skin.

Allowing it to slip easily
into its... orifice of choice.

Until its gestation
is fully complete,

there are virtually
no outward symptoms.

Okay, so, what are we
scavenging for?

I'm not feeling so good.

Have a seat.

Dear God, it can't
be happening already.

She's burning up.

You think?

If we can
get her out before...

And give me blockades
from Elm to Fourth.

Dial 'em up.

Right on schedule.

Hey, I know the playbook.

They wrote it
for people like me.

- Cop?
- Robber?

It's your show.
Stall for time.

If Bridget is indeed the host,
the last thing we need

are more innocent people
storming in here.

Five and a half minutes.

Long lineup at the donut shop?

Good morning. This is
Detective Michael Bronson.

I understand we got a bit
of a situation here.

Yeah, I'd say so.
Seven hostages.

No injuries.

If you'd like to
keep it that way,

I want a chopper,

and a 30-minute head start
with radio silence,

oh, and, uh,

two tickets to the next
Eddie Izzard show.

That ought to
keep 'em busy for a while.

Is she kidding me?

She may be running a fever.

I thought there weren't
supposed to be any symptoms.

Well, not until
it's ready to emerge.

But this is too soon.

I would've thought so,

but given her condition
at present...

So basically, we're screwed.

She's going to explode,

and the Ferropodous
is going to take out

everybody in the bank?

Not unless we get it out of her
before that happens.

Surgery? Here?

I've operated
in the trenches at Verdun.

At least here I don't have to
deal with the mud and the rats.

Well, when you put it
like that...

Before we risk her life,
I need to be absolutely certain.

Excuse me?

Yes?

Have you ever shot anyone?

Uh... yes.

Wait.
What was it like?

It was awesome.
Sit down.

Ooh, he's dreamy.

So, how's your new girlfriend?

She's obviously crazy,
just my type.

Uh, Magnus needs us
to find a retinal scanner.

With the backwards
security in this joint?

Well, all we need to do
is find something

that captures and transmits
reflected light.

Henry will walk us
through the rest.

All right.

It's for you.

Yeah.

Just wanted to let you know

the helicopter you requested,
it's on its way.

Really?
So, you called your captain,

he relayed the request
to the FBI,

who then contacted
Homeland Security,

who in turn cleared
a flight path with the F.A.A.,

and they commandeered a chopper

that is supposedly
already in the air

all in three minutes?

Jerk me around again,
and you'll regret it.

It frightens me
that we're co-workers.

Good. So, I emailed a copy
of these blueprints to Hank.

Why?

Because in 1984, the bank
added a new restroom,

and in 2002, the municipal
sewer system laid a new pipe

right along the east side
of the building.

Brilliant.

So we're going to escape
through the toilets?

Possibly.

How's the patient?

Sweating, nausea, dizziness,

but that could mean
several different things.

Well, here's hoping.

I can't help but feeling
that there's something off.

I need to recheck
her vital signs.

All right, I've got
Will and Kate on the other line.

- Take them.
- Go.

Yeah, we got a whole lot
of nothing here,

except for, uh, a stapler,

a laser printer,
an adding machine...

Oh, and stacks
and stacks of cash.

There was a time when
that would've been enough.

Hey, this is
a counterfeit bill scanner,

which uses reflected UV light.

Yeah, that might work,
with a little tweaking,

and a smartphone with
an unlimited data plan.

You know,
if this doesn't work...

Well, I can only stall
the local cops for so long.

The Feds have
even less patience.

Hey, I think I found one
that'll work.

Talk to us, Henry.

Pry the back off,
get to the circuit board.

Done. So now what?

Say a prayer.

What is that thing?
What are you doing to me?

Relax, it's okay.

Transmitting now.

I see it.

Good. If it works,
we can scan the rest.

It's been a while
since their last call.

They're gonna be getting antsy.

Yeah, give me a few minutes.

This baby doesn't have the juice
of my mainframe back home.

Sooner is better.

Ooh, come on, sweetpea.

Uh, did you guys just...

Yeah,
Yeah, we all heard that.

Awkward.

Like clockwork.

So... have we
learned our lesson?

We're working hard
to meet your demands.

That's better.

But you've got
to help me out.

Let a hostage go.

I'll think about it.

I need to know
everyone in there is safe.

Or else your guys will come in
through the ceiling.

I know the drill.

Just make sure you keep up
your end of the bargain.

Detective Bronson?

FBI. We're on point now.

They're stalling for time.
It's a classic move.

Time is something
they just ran out of.

Hey, Hank, what are the chances

of rounding up a monster truck
with a bad-ass winch?

Uh, it's possible.

I passed a salvage yard
on the way into town.

Good.

Oh, hey, good news.
She's clear.

Doc, are you there?

I'm here.

Oh, God...

You didn't know
you were pregnant?

It's not the first time
I've missed.

A baby?

It's just morning sickness.

Please don't hurt my baby.

We don't want
to hurt anybody.

Just go back
and sit with the others.

Even if we scan
everybody in the bank

and we find the host,

what are we going
to do with him, or her?

Not enough time
to operate anymore.

We'll never get it back
to the Sanctuary before...

Yeah, and we got, like, what,

20 minutes before
someone goes boom?

There may be a way. Henry?

Yeah, all ears.

We know the Ferropodous needs
a calm chemical environment

in which to fully gestate.

Perhaps there's a way
we can counteract that.

How?

A toxin, not potent enough
to harm a human,

but strong enough
to force the Ferropodous

to vacate its host.

Is that wise?

Well, if we can get it out
before it hatches on its own,

the host could survive.

Yeah, that sounds
reasonable, but...

Oh, wait. Me?

You can do this.

No. No, no, no, I'm the geek.
You're the doc.

I do tech, you do drugs.

You know what I mean.

No time to argue.

I'll talk you through
the procedure.

Supposing he can
whip something up,

how is he going
to get it to you?

First things first.

Go to my medical cabinet,

follow my instructions
precisely.

Uh-huh.

Start with the triptophase.

Triptophase, okay. Got it.

Right, using the pipette,
extract exactly two milliliters.

That's close enough.

The old lady, Grace.
She's really cold.

Said something about her heart.

Can't you at least let her go?

Can't do that.

It's funny, you know,

the first time I saw you,
I thought you were beautiful.

Sit back down.

Okay, done. Now what?

You don't have a microfilter,

but a centrifuge should be able
to separate the particles.

Three minutes. Okay.

Now that Bridget's clear,

I think she'd be safer
on the outside.

She may be, but right now,
they're blind.

We release a hostage,
we lose that advantage.

They'll know our numbers,

and our less-than-bloodthirsty
attitude.

I know, but if I can save
another life today, I will.

Make the call.

You, come with me.

This is Special Agent
Bruce Tanner, FBI.

You made good time
from Seattle.

Who am I speaking with?

Someone about to release
a hostage.

She's coming out now.
Let's make this smooth.

Two, three...

- No, no, no, no!
- Let me go!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Go! Take it!

Cease fire!
Hold your fire!

Steady. Steady.

Are you hit?

Is everyone all right?

- I'm good.
- I'm okay.

No.

Take it easy.
No sudden moves.

There. That should
slow down the bleeding.

Hold it tight.

Relax, you're going
to be all right.

I'll be right back, okay?

Just hang in there,
you're going to be fine.

Okay, look right here.

What's that for?

Well, you wouldn't believe it
if I told you.

So Bridget's release,

it probably bought us
a few minutes,

but you know
we're going to lose Hank.

They're going to find out
we're on our cell phones.

They'll either jam us
or trace Hank,

and once they cut off the power,
which they will,

we're going to be cut off
from all communication.

Then we need to scan
the other hostages right away,

get the data to Henry.

All right, and what about..?

I can't release him until
his scan results are back.

Yeah, but we can't just
let him bleed to death.

I don't intend to.

Find me a first aid kit
and some instant glue.

Okay.

All right,
it's coming through now.

How long?

- ASAP.
- Sooner's better.

You guys are a real
broken record today,

you know that?

How many weapons do they have?

Um, three guns, I think.

Semi-automatics?

Did they look like that?

Yes, I think so.

Is there anything else
that you can think of?

They seemed to be
talking to someone.

On the phone,
in their earpieces.

Get a cell tracker going.

They're talking to somebody
outside the bank.

I want to know who.

Let's start a triangulation.

Found it, but really?

It was originally used

to seal battle wounds
in the field.

Alcohol swab
and bandage tightly.

I'll be right back.

What's really going on here?

Sorry.

You guys are supposed
to be bank robbers,

but you haven't even
stolen any money yet.

Your buddy's taking pictures
of everyone's eyes

with that scanner thing,

and your ringleader just
plugged my arm with glue.

Who the hell
are you people anyway...

I scanned the rest
of the hostages.

Henry's going to call
with the results

as he gets them.

Any word from
our friends outside?

No, they've gone quiet.

They, however, may be
the least of our worries.

I found this amongst
the hostages' cells.

- A tracker?
- Yeah.

Interesting.
What's the target?

I followed the signal.
It led me to this.

I found it underneath
one of the chairs.

A transport container
with a homing beacon.

Which means someone else
in the bank

is after the Ferropodous.

How could anyone have known?

It's not inconceivable.

Thieves stole the two
Ferropodous eggs last month,

believing they were
rare works of art.

They ended up for sale
at a private auction.

Right, one went to Monaco,

the other one was bought
by somebody we traced here.

After the European disaster,

it's possible
that word leaked out

on the abnormal black market.

So one of the hostages
is actually our competition.

Do we know
whose cell phone it is?

No.

All right, let's keep our cards
face down for the moment.

Yeah.

You tryin' to kill us
by freezing us to death?

Hey!

- It's all right.
- I apologize for the temperature.

Please return to your seat.

If you're gonna rob the bank,
get on with it.

Sir, just calm down
and take a seat with the others.

I've been sitting on my butt
waiting for something to happen,

but you guys just keep
dinking around.

I'll bet you don't have
the guts to shoot me.

What's to stop me
from walking out the front...

Hey, Doc, the last scan
came back clear.

Others are still processing.

Thanks, Henry.

How's the chemical
cocktail coming?

Yeah, it's almost done.

Should have enough for one dose,
but that's about it.

No margin for error, noted.

You know, it's not
like I can just

waltz through a police cordon

carrying a syringe
of Ferropodous toxin.

And the truck and the winch?

What, the monster truck gag?
Kate was serious?

Time, Henry.

I'm on it.

Thank you.

Temp normal.

Good. I'll take over.

There's been
an interesting development.

You'll be happy to hear
you're free to go.

Well, I'm not leaving
without Grace.

- I'm sorry?
- She's looking really pale.

I'm worried she's going
to stroke out or something.

I'm offering you your freedom.

What difference does it make
which hostage gets to leave?

Just send Grace out.
I'm not going anywhere.

You do seem
quite determined to stay.

Yeah, what are you going to do,
you going to shoot me?

You just saved my life.

Show me your wallet.

Out of state driver's license.

I just moved to town.

What do you do for a living?

I guess you could call me
an entrepreneur.

With one, two,
three platinum cards.

Wow, business must be good.

Dad owns a lot of real estate.

Why do I suddenly feel
like a criminal here?

Smells like root beer.
I hope that's a good thing.

Aw, man!

Bedtime, baby.

This is the police.
We're entering the vehicle.

Let's go!

Check it!

It's clear!

Dammit!

What kind of time we got?

Figuring Magnus'
original calculations,

10 minutes and counting.

Oh, great.
Henry's busted.

Perfect.
So we're on our own,

and if my sense
of timing's right...

There goes the power.

Things are about to get ugly.

It's already getting warmer
in here with the A/C off.

Not good
for our potential host.

Once they cut off
the power and the water,

they'll make one more
attempt at negotiation

before they break off
all contact.

Do you think
they'll take the offensive?

Well, it's
standard protocol.

They're not going to wait around
and starve us out.

If we don't make a move soon,
they will.

Without Henry's
scan results,

we've no idea
who the ticking time-bomb is.

Their computers
are still running.

Copy that.
Give me a tech team now.

Aw, come on!
God, I hate roaming.

Hey!

What are you writing?

- Uh, nothing.
- Hand it over.

Your will?

It was just in case.

Just sit still,
don't make any trouble.

You'll live, okay, buddy?

I knew that British accent
was fake.

Gotcha!

No, no, no, what...

"Goodbye?"

Okay...
Try not to worry.

Everything's
going to be okay here.

You know, you remind me
of my nephew.

Really?

Yeah, he's full of crap too.

What the hell
are they teaching you

at Quantico these days?

Your guys shot
one of the hostages.

That was an accident.

Your people had your gun
pointed at a civilian

who was clearly in distress.

How did I know
you weren't going to shoot?

Any more tricks like that,
and we will.

You know, we've got
your guy out here.

You know, we've got
your guy out here.

He's got a lot to say.

Then you must have
the wrong guy.

Plan B, blueprints.

They're getting more nervous

with each passing minute.

I gotta pee!

See what I mean?

Your turn.

All right, let's go.

It might work.
It's got to work.

Candy from a baby.

You know, Kate's right.

The hostages are getting
more restless, except for one.

Sean.

Either he's very
good under pressure...

Or he knows who we are
and why we're really here.

From Henry.

Grace is clean,
as are Thomas and Cheryl.

And...?

The Feds shut him down
after that.

Of course.

One more thing.
Salvage operations are a go.

Love those out-sourced
kill switches.

Good news, now four
hostages have been cleared.

Bad news,
two possible hosts remain.

How many minutes left?

Not enough.

We should free
the cleared hostages.

Safer all 'round.

It might flush out the mole.

I'll let the Feds
know they're coming.

All right, you four,
move to the front door.

You're not going
to kill us, are you?

You're free to go.

I don't care how much you take
from these bloodsuckers,

just leave
my Christmas fund alone.

You have my word.

You still want to stay?

Not now.

Wait, wait.

Movement inside.

Hostages front and center.
Nobody fire unless I say so.

All right, go, go.

It might buy us
a few extra minutes.

Just enough time

for me to escape
with George here...

before he explodes.

Well, well,
we meet our competition.

What are you doing?

I thought you
were the bad guys!

The famous Helen Magnus.
It's a privilege.

Now, drop your weapons.

You leave us no choice.

Let me guess, bounty hunter?

Any idea how much
a Ferropodous egg fetches

on the black market?

Too bad for you
it's not an egg anymore.

So? I'll grab the baby
when it pops out of buddy here.

Some payday's better than none.

What? What's popping
out of me? Ow!

And what if you're the host?

I was the last one
in the bank.

George has been here
since it opened.

I know it's not me.

Okay, so you got my gun.

You still got
no way out of here.

I saw you looking
at the blueprints.

- Yeah, but there's nothing...
- Don't test me.

There's a panel
in the elevator shaft.

Leads to an old heating vent

from back in the day
when they used a coal furnace.

And where does it go?

Into the basement of
the neighboring building.

From there,
there's a grate in the floor,

leads to the sewers.

We would have surfaced
a few blocks away,

no one the wiser.

Show me.

There it is.

Open it.

Okay.

Show it to me.

"East wall, five minutes."
What does that mean?

Our driver's waiting for us.

He's going to have a long wait.

The rest of your stuff,
on the floor now.

Ow. What...

Gestation vapors.

- That's not good.
- It's growing.

If we don't get it
out of him soon,

we'll miss our window.

So, what are you
gonna do now, Dave?

He could kill the host,
save us all.

Then the creature dies,
no payday.

He could shoot us

and try and escape
with George here

before he explodes.

Too noisy. The Feds
would storm in immediately.

Looks like you've got
a real problem, Dave.

Okay... the vault.

You wouldn't.

Yeah, that'll work.

George here explodes...

Would you people stop
saying that?

The Ferropodous
gets rid of you guys.

And after having fed,

the creature goes
into hibernation

until its next cycle.

Which is when I scoop it up
and escape through the sewers.

It appears we underestimated
our competition.

Get moving.
Down the stairs.

Don't worry.

It'll all be over
in a few minutes.

Okay, so I'm assuming this
is all part of the plan.

Of course it is.

You'll love it.
Trust me, William.

Who says I don't love it now?

George? George!

Okay, we've got to be

in the final stages
with this guy.

We've only a few minutes
before the creature hatches.

Help me get him
into the fetal position.

Why?

Less room for
the gestation to complete.

What, so folding him in half
buys us time?

You have a better idea?

- No, no, yoga it is.
- Kate?

We should be
out of here any minute.

Really?

Hang in there, George.

Okay, it's time
to tell me the plan.

Remember when I told you
about the new sewer system?

Well, this vault
is an original model #35C.

Reinforced steel door,

but the other three walls
are concrete.

And that is the east wall,
behind which is...

The sewer.

- So Henry's text message...
- Best stand back.

Where is he?

I know, I know!
Come on, Hank, please...

Oh, out of time, kids.
We are out of time here.

Who's your daddy?

Henry!

- Is this going to work?
- Yes.

It's working.
It's leaving the host.

Well done, everyone.

Kate...

It's all part of the plan.

All right,
let's get out of here.

Come on, George. Up you get.
It's all right.

Come on.

No... No, no, no, no!

Dammit!

Freeze!

Right there.

Yeah, we've been
watching the alley

since we got here.

Bad move.

I think maybe it's hungry.

Probably. I'm just glad
we're off the menu.

Take it to its new home
and feed it a proper lunch.

Cheetos it is.
Come on, little guy.

Taco. Her name's Taco.

What the hell
kind of name is Taco?

Well, you see,
there was this dog,

and it looked like a cross
between a Chihuahua and Satan,

who was responsible for...

You handled yourself
really well.

Holding up the bank?

It's nothing
I haven't done before.

Nevertheless,
you did a good job.

You could've
taken over anytime,

but you let me run with it.

You had it covered,

right down to the empty gun
in your waistband.

Very clever.

Thanks.

There's just
one thing that bothers me.

What's that?

All that money,
and you didn't even take any.

I...

Isn't that depressing?

Terribly.

That hurt, that hurt,
that hurt.