Harry and Walter Go to New York Page #5

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Would you send a bottle of the same

to Mr. Chatsworth's table

with my compliments.

Yes, sir.

And, uh, two large salads.

Very good, sir.

Harry, this must be

a very expensive restaurant.

After we bust that bank,

we're gonna be eating lunch here

for the rest of our lives.

You're crazy, Harry.

You've been saying that

a long time, but, uh, here we are.

Thank you.

Walter, Walter, wait a minute.

Put it down.

Have a little class.

You gotta air it out. Air it out.

That's it.

Okay, now.

Ah. Good luck.

- Ahhh.

- Ah.

George.

Jack, how are you?

Great.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you so much

for such a wonderful welcome.

It's nice to be back among friends.

How are you, Jack?

Adam, I was worried.

You're late.

Now I understand why.

Nice to see you again,

Miss Fontaine.

- Nice to see you too.

- Please.

Red, you sit over there,

will you please?

Waiter?

Adam, I believe

you've met the young ladies.

Yes, quite some time ago,

I think. Hello, hello.

Maybe he won't recognize us

in these clothes.

Maybe.

Adam, I think

you'd like to see this.

"Adam Worth,

penitentiary prince."

He's looking at the newspaper now,

the Advocate.

With the pictures of us and

the pictures of him being the prince.

Eight pages of pictures and captions.

Each one nastier than the last.

They even have a picture of those

two idiots that burnt the plans.

That underhanded, conniving,

delicious young lady.

- We gotta get outta here.

- Where's the waiter?

I'd get out of here

except for the stupid waiters!

Um... check, please.

- Anything wrong, sir?

- No, please give me a check.

Thank you.

Oh, hey, mister?

Mister? Sir, sir?

He's gonna give 'em

the wine.

Excuse me, Mr. Chatsworth,

compliments of

your friend at table seven.

Open it.

- Would you stop it?

- They're looking right over here.

Stop it.

I haven't the slightest idea

who they are.

Harry Dighby.

And Walter Hill.

Red.

I think it's time to go.

Wait a minute.

The fire.

A picture.

They took a picture.

Brilliant.

Look, we'll stay in here

till after dark.

You found the plans,

didn't you, Harry?

No, no, no, no.

Look me in the eye and tell me

you don't have the plans.

Right in the eye.

I don't have the plans.

I knew it, Harry!

Please give him back the plans.

It'll be better than

ten letters of apology.

Give him back...

we're as good as Adam Worth.

You're gonna get us killed.

- I'm gonna get us rich.

- You're gonna get us rich?

Yes. Let's just watch the show.

Come on.

Watch the cat.

Oh, it's a dog.

Harry, remember, I don't wanna

see any of these people get hurt.

Hurt? We're gonna

buy 'em a new press.

We'll buy 'em We'll buy 'em a new paper,

maybe the New York Times.

Whoop. Watch yourself.

Watch yourself.

Shh, shh.

Oh, my God!

Harry, this is terrible.

- It looks like a big typhoid hit here.

- Everything's wrecked.

Lissa? Lissa?

Excuse me, uh...

Charley, that

is downright greedy.

The house

is reimbursing me.

How are you doing in there?

Are you doing all right?

- I lost everything.

- Wh-What? Who's here?

Please. Ladies and gentlemen,

one moment please.

Could I have your

attention please?

Could I have

your attention please?

In case their reputation

has not preceded them,

may I introduce you

to the most infamous new addition

to the ranks of the stellar

underworld elite:

the Dighby, Hill,

Chestnut ring.

Mr. Worth, if you would be

so kind as to tell me

just what it is

you want with us.

Please allow me

to show you.

Sit on the corner of it,

darling. This one.

Everybody find yourself a seat

and make yourself comfortable.

Fill these ones up. Look,

there's some empty ones here.

Now, tonight the plan was

to have a lecture...

Excuse me. Mr. Worth.

I, uh, think we can still

work something out.

After all,

we still do have the plans.

What is all this discussion

about plans?

Would you give Mr. Worth back the plans?

Just give him back the plans.

Will you please

tell me...

We can work it out.

Now, Adam...

what arrangements

would you like to make?

Cash now, or we can help you

do the job and split 50-50.

You pathetic clown.

Did you really think

for one instant

that you could pull a job

the magnitude

of the Commercial Bank

and Trust Company

of Lowell,

Massachusetts?

- All right, cash now?

- Look around you.

Look at the men in this room.

They've engineered robberies

three years in the making.

Everybody here is an engineer.

Excuse me, Mr. Worth.

My family's waiting dinner.

I have little kids at home.

Mr. Finley, come with me.

Now, our after-dinner entertainment

this evening was to have been a lecture

by Mr. Finley

on the inner workings of this.

Sit down, boys.

A brand-new safe.

Oh, nice.

Equipped...

with the very latest...

double-pressure system.

But since we are in the presence

of such estimable authorities

on the subject of cracksmanship

as these...

I thought it might

be more entertaining...

No offense,

Mr. Finley...

If they were to demonstrate to us

the various methods of penetrating it.

And just to make it interesting...

don't you think it might be amusing

to place something of

some insignificant value inside?

- Mmm?

- Oh, yeah, nice.

Like for instance... Mr. Hill.

- Mr. Worth, this joke...

- Me?

...has gone far enough!

Harry, where

are those plans?

- I don't remember.

- Don't play around.

Please give him the plans.

- Get in!

- Oh, well...

Well, I don't feel like, uh...

I'm a large person.

I wouldn't fit in there.

You should have

a smaller person like him.

That's cruel.

Red.

- I'm not gonna get in that safe.

- Red.

Get in the safe, Walter.

Oh, no, I'm not

getting in that safe.

Get in!

Very well.

Now, Mr. Dighby,

one of the most attractive features

of the double-pressure system...

Harry, would you please give him

the plans?

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

...is that it makes the inside

of the safe... airtight.

Completely...

airtight.

It's dark in here!

Please feel free, Mr. Dighby,

to use any tools that may be lying around.

There are quite a few over there.

But... while you work,

you might begin thinking

about telling me

where you put the photograph

of my bank plans.

My God, Mr. Worth,

he'll die in there!

There's not even 20 minutes

of air in there.

Sixteen, to be exact, Mr. Finley.

We tried it with a chicken

this afternoon,

but then, of course,

Mr. Hill might breathe a little heavier

than a chicken, mightn't he?

Harry!

Away you go, Mr. Dighby.

Yes, go on.

Take this.

You put it in there

and just bang it hard.

I do not believe that I am watching

this barbaric act of sadistic cruelty.

Walter, breathe slowly.

Only every 30 seconds.

Harry, would you

give him the plans?

How's it coming along,

Mr. Dighby?

Harry?

All right, all right,

Mr. Worth.

We'll play it your way

this time.

I'll get you the plans.

You win.

I hate myself.

Oh, that's perfect.

Keep breathing slowly,

Walter.

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