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No one got hurt.

What?

No one got hurt?

You believe that's true?

I never hurt anyone.

I had 27 chances,

but I never did.

And the women?

The women you locked in the bathroom?

They didn't know if

they'd ever get out alive,

or if you'd empty the clip

at them through the door!

And all those security guards

you pulled a gun on?

Huh?

I say you did hurt people.

Maybe not physically,

but you hurt them.

POLICE:

POST OFFICE:

BANK HEIST IN BUDAPES ARMED, NO MASK

WHISKEY BANDIT STRIKES AGAIN

Thailand, Egypt, Morocco...

Tunisia, Sey... Seychelles...

Dominica, Tahiti, Canada...

Turkey, Sri Lanka,

Maldives, Greece...

France, Italy,

Netherlands, Switzerland...

Germany, Spain...

- Duba-i.

- "Dubai".

I only changed planes there.

I haven't even seen

most of these places on a photo.

Food, booze, flashy cars,

vacations, girls...

That's what you blew the money on.

- Most of it went on travel.

- Funny.

Isn't it odd?

I never had the chance to travel

because you enjoyed traveling so much.

I'm very sorry.

Look who's decided to honor us

with his presence!

You're not good enough

to pull stuff like this.

I know.

- I promise it won't happen again.

- If it does, you're out.

Meet my son.

He's playing with us this season.

- Attila Ambrus.

- Pleased to meet you, Gza Bta.

- Welcome to the team.

- Thanks.

Okay, one more set!

Go say hello to the treadmill.

Good evening and welcome.

A double vodka, please.

Yet another downtown bank

was robbed this week.

The perpetrator again

vanished without trace,

only leaving behind

a strong smell of liquor.

His identity is unknown.

Let's call him the Whiskey Bandit...

He might stroll into any bank

at any time.

You know what?

Make it whiskey.

You had a similar collection. Right?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

You believed their bullshit.

The TV, the press.

You believed all their bullshit.

That you were a f***ing hero,

a f***ing celeb,

and my favorite,

a f***ing Robin Hood.

- I needed the cash.

- At first, maybe.

But your twisted mind turned it

into something else.

You make out it to be

some kind of noble mission.

The poor ethnic minority

with no other choice.

The little man fighting

the corrupt system.

But if you ask me,

the whole damn thing

was more about your ego

than the money.

You didn't want girls or booze.

You wanted attention.

The attention you never got

in your shitty little life.

You were finally popular.

You were somebody.

No one wants to be a tiny cog

in the big machine.

Who wants to be

just a face in the crowd?

Well, that's what you are now.

Just a face in the can.

Way to go.

Get him out of here!

Why do women adore him?

He's a bad guy, he's a thief,

yet he's a star.

Get me a f***ing fork!

The police frown upon

the hype surrounding him.

Captured on account of his dog,

the popularity of the gangster

knows no bounds.

Costume parties will be

overrun by Whiskey Bandits,

films scripts will be written,

and when his diary is published,

it's sure to be a bestseller.

Son of a b*tch!

If it has his name or face on it,

it's going to sell.

THE WHISKEY BANDI Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

This is a stick-up!

This pocket's kinda empty.

What the f***'s this?

Thanks.

I read somewhere that

in different countries,

they use different words

for getting hold of money.

The Americans "make" money.

The French "win" it.

And us Hungarians...

we "look for" it, true?

We all get it in a different way.

Which do you like best?

What do say to "taking" it?

Taking it?

Sounds good to me.

Son of a b*tch!

I wanna move on to bigger banks,

but bigger banks mean more people.

I need someone to watch the doors

and the people.

- When do we start?

- Hang on, hang on.

We need to go over a lot first.

Let's do it!

You know how dangerous this is?

- Have a nice day, ma'am.

- Goodbye.

Good day, this is a robbery!

Your life's not worth it.

Get down!

Everybody down!

F***ing move it!

Get on the f***ing floor.

Chop-chop!

Make with that bellyflop pronto.

What're you doing, big man?

Waiting for the bus? It ain't coming!

Get down like you do on momma.

Show some respect boy,

I'm older than you.

Tough guy!

I won't tell you again, sit down!

Hurry up!

Let's go!

Ciao, pops!

- You shooting your mouth off?

- What you talking about?

- Your big mouth.

- I didn't say anything.

You know this isn't a game?

It's our life.

I didn't say a thing.

I'm not stupid.

- Sure?

- F***, Atti.

I won't rat.

I promise.

Hissy fit?

HUNGARIAN SAVINGS BANK

Let's go in.

Let's f***ing go in.

- Let's f***ing go in.

- It's not about going in.

It's about coming out again.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

My partner's kinda screwy.

On the floor!

Everyone get on the floor!

Everyone down!

This is a robbery.

Nobody moves

till I say they can.

F***!

Watch the door!

- Open up!

- No!

I f***ing mean it.

Open up!

You!

Me?

- Are you the manager?

- Yes.

Then you, damn it!

Nicely does it.

- Open it.

- I can't.

- F***ing open it.

- It's forbidden.

In the case of a robbery,

I am only authorized to open the vault

if someone has been shot.

Well, how about we start with you?

If I open the door, they'll fire me.

I'll never find a job as good as this.

I'd rather be shot here than

die of hunger on the streets.

Come on!

We're going.

Out of the car!

Move it!

Stop, a**hole!

A gray Audi.

Hit him!

Motherf***er!

Pull over!

My hand's f***ed. Shoot him!

- I'm trying to.

- Shoot him!

F***!

Sh*t!

Shoot!

Attila?

In the bathroom.

- What took you so long?

- I was on the other side of town.

There's some glass in my neck,

could you pull it out?

What happened?

No, don't tell me.

Say it was bear skins.

Hide that.

Yes?

Good morning, Attila!

There's something I'd like to clear up

concerning

the robbery on September 27, 1999.

There are several charges here.

- Multiple robberies...

- What do you mean, several charges?

Multiple robberies?

We only robbed one bank that day.

Taking the guard's weapon is one count.

The bank is another.

It was still only one robbery.

The bank is one company. The security

firm employing the guard is another.

That's 2 separate charges.

So, multiple robberies,

multiple charges.

Furthermore...

we're also charging you

with attempted murder.

You're joking?

Attempted murder?

- I've never tried to kill anyone.

- Alright, hold that thought.

During your getaway, you fired through

the door at the arriving officers.

That's not true.

I couldn't find the key,

I fired at the lock to get it open.

This isn't right.

I've cooperated with you

from the start.

I confessed everything.

You could only pin 16 robberies on me,

but I confessed the others, too.

Why are you f***ing with me?

In their report, the officers state

that you fired at them.

Not at the lock.

It's not true.

But you know that yourself.

You're accusing me

because I f***ed with you guys.

Attila, you can think what you want.

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