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By next week, we'll be going out

for Chinese food every night.

You really think this is gonna work?

What does it matter?

I feel like I'm 40 again.

Boy!

Well, I tell you what.

We'll take a gypsy cab there

and tell him to wait while we go inside.

Those gypsy cab drivers don't

keep a record of where they go or what.

We'll act dopey,

and we'll give him a good deal.

He won't figure

three old guys to be up to anything.

And just to be safe,

we'll take a bus to Corona first...

and maybe we'll take the cab from there.

That'll make everything harder to trace.

Boy, you must have done some stealing

during the war.

A stickup guy

I used to know a long time ago told me...

the most important thing

is to put fear into everybody right away.

So when we get in there,

let me do all the talking.

When do you want to do this?

-When do you think you can get the guns?

-Anytime.

-Could you get them today, for instance?

-I guess so. Sure.

If that's the case, then we'll go there

tomorrow and make our withdrawal.

-No sense in waiting around, right?

-I guess not.

They look like they'd be a little too warm.

You probably can't breathe too good

through them.

Probably can't see too good

through them either.

I think these would be pretty good.

Easy to carry around,

easy to take on and off.

Whatever you say, Joe.

You recognized me.

Boy, won't the kids love these?

Yeah.

-How are you doing, Al?

-Pete.

Come on in. I was just on my way out.

What are you doing home

in the afternoon?

I'm taking an early shift

over at the station.

I picked up a job at night,

bartending up in the Bronx. Come on in.

-All the way up in the Bronx?

-lt ain't so bad.

Hardest part's cleaning my fingernails

to tend bar...

after working on cars all day.

-Hi, Al, how are you doing?

-Pretty good, dear.

-Sit down. You want some coffee?

-No, thanks.

I can't stay too long.

I was just walking by

and thought I'd drop in and say hello.

Hello, Uncle Al.

Look, I'm sorry,

but I've got to run out now.

-Are you gonna stay for dinner?

-No, thanks, Pete. Not today.

-I got to meet Joe and Willie soon.

-Okay.

-I'll see you later on then.

-Goodbye.

-See you tonight, sweetie.

-Bye-bye.

-How's my beautiful princess today?

-Good.

-Been a good girl?

-Yeah.

You're always good.

Why don't you show Uncle Al

the pictures you drew?

They're upstairs.

-Did you draw some pictures?

-Yeah, they're upstairs.

-Think I might be able to see them?

-Yeah.

Do you want me

to come upstairs with you?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

What are we waiting for? Let's go.

Wait for me, honey.

You go ahead upstairs.

I'll be up in a minute.

-Go ahead.

-Okay.

He must have had

a million kinds of bullets.

I didn't know which were for which guns,

so I took them all.

I figured we'd figure it out

when I got home here.

Are we gonna use real bullets?

Willie, if we don't do this thing right,

and we get caught...

the bleeding hearts in the city

will put us on probation...

and this whole thing will wind up

costing us a fortune on subway tokens...

going to see some probation officer.

After the stickup,

we'll have to get rid of our clothes...

so wear something you can throw away.

These are very attractive.

You pick these out?

As soon as we get into the bank, Al,

I want you to hold your gun on the guard...

while me and Willie collect the dough.

We'll have them fill up

that airline bag I got.

I figured that ought to hold

a nice couple of dollars.

Then we'll get out of there fast,

get back into the gypsy cab...

but instead of taking it back here,

we'll get out and hop into the subway.

That'll help confuse everything.

Any questions?

What if we get shot?

-What's the difference?

-Yeah, Willie, what's the difference?

What's the matter, Willie?

Can't sleep.

Willie, what's the matter?

I had a dream about Bobby...

my oldest son, when I spanked him once

when he was little.

I don't even remember

what the hell it was all about.

What could it have been?

Come home from work...

my wife tells me he did something wrong,

whatever it was.

So I ask him why he did it.

He says he didn't do it.

So I crack him across the rear end,

and I ask him again.

He still says he didn't do it,

whatever it was.

So I crack him again.

I was young at that time.

I didn't want to let him get the best of me.

Can you imagine that?

I kept smacking him

across that little rear end of his...

till finally he said, "Yeah, yeah."

Whatever the hell it was, he did it.

Then he ran to the bed...

put his head in the pillow...

wouldn't look at me.

We never had any fun after that.

He only lasted till he was 18, that kid.

I never got the chance to explain.

Come on, Willie.

Get some sleep.

No wonder the big tube we bought

a week ago is practically gone.

You don't have to use that much.

We're gonna be rich in a couple hours.

Leave me alone.

I don't know if I'm gonna shave.

-You're gonna shave?

-I don't know.

Joe, are you shaving?

No, I'm pouring coffee.

I mean, are you shaving this morning?

I'm not gonna shave.

You can shave if you want to.

What the hell for?

No. This is too big. Too big.

-What about this one?

-Too small.

-Here.

-No, that's a small one, too.

Let's see. Yeah, that works.

-Yeah. More like that.

-Let me see that. We'll match it.

Right there. Look, that's it, right there.

-Good.

-Here's another one like that.

-Too small.

-Willie's doing a better job than you.

-Willie's in the way.

-Yeah.

-All right. No, that's....

-That's good.

-That's the big one.

-lt is? No, let me see that.

No, it isn't. It's perfect. Good.

That's it.

That's not it. Let's start again.

-Let's start from scratch.

-The bank will be closed.

My, don't you look snappy.

I used to wear this when I was bartending.

Here, put these in your pocket.

Which one do you want?

Don't make no difference to me.

Al, button your top button.

Right there. That's it.

-Am I okay?

-Fine. Can you see mine?

-Looks fine to me.

-Me, too.

Okay, then.

Let's get going.

Could we go over the whole thing

one more time?

If we go through this again,

I'm really gonna get nervous.

Don't you worry about a thing.

I'll be watching out for you.

Just stick by me and stay loose.

That was quick.

-I didn't know you could whistle like that.

-Haven't done it in a while.

How're you doing today?

We'd like to know how much you'd charge

just to take us to Manhattan and back?

One of them has got to go to a bank

on 36th and Broadway to sign a will.

He'll only be there for a few minutes.

The guy's already waiting there for us.

$30.

It'll be $30.

Gee, that's a lot of money, but okay.

-This is where you wanna go, right?

-That's right.

Okay, come on.

You make a move,

and my friend will blow your brains out.

And don't think he won't do it.

All right, this is a stickup.

Touch them buzzers,

and we start blasting.

I want everyone out here

to get down on the floor.

And, you back there...

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