Set It Off Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 123 min
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with the money?
Like I said, you will get a court date.
At that time,
the judge will decide what will happen.
No. No.
Please, you can't take my baby.
I'm gonna die without my baby.
Tisean, come on. Come on.
- I'm gonna die without my baby.
- Look, now, T.T., we gonna handle this.
Oh, God. STONY:
Come on.F*** this sh*t.
You know what you got to do.
You know.
- You in? STONY:
Can't we just...Come on, T.T.
Cleo, take the note to the
merchant teller. She will have 20 grand.
On Wednesdays, Sears makes a big deposit,
so she could have 35,000.
Can I give her the note,
tell her not to give bank money?
Cleo, you gotta tell her not to draw
from the right-hand clip.
If she draws from the right-hand clip,
she's setting off the alarm.
I say, "Don't give me bank money."
If you come out with that clip,
my gun is going in your mouth."
That's what I'm talking about.
- Let's go through plan B.
- Plan B?
The f*** this planning sh*t.
Why can't we just get buck
with these motherfuckers...
...go in there and take the money?
Why can't you just listen for once?
- Plan B, Frankie.
- All right, plan B.
Stony, when Cleo goes to the teller,
you start to survey the line for the cow.
Cow?
There's gonna be a cow up in there?
Stop smoking weed.
Cleo, the cow is just a small vault
on wheels.
They push it from window to window
depending on which teller needs cash.
All right now, if the cow is there,
it'll be open...
...and we'll have at least 50,000.
Look here, let me talk to Black Sam.
Black Sam, she wanna talk to you.
Goddamn.
Sh*t.
How you doing?
So, what you need?
I need a favor.
Yeah, so, what else is new?
Come on, Black Sam.
After all them cars I just stole for you,
before you got into this gun-running sh*t.
You owe me.
Oh, we going there, right?
All right, check it out.
Y'all can roll with that right there.
Man, we ain't robbing stage coaches.
I need something I can set it off with.
Damn, y'all ain't bullshitting, huh?
We want them guns we were shooting.
Y'all can't afford them guns.
That's why it's a favor.
I'll bring them back with interest.
With interest, huh?
Check this:
So hook me up
with your homegirl, Frankie.
Interest, that's it, Sam.
All right, this is what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna let y'all use my sh*t, right,
but if y'all get caught...
I'm already knowing.
- I'm knowing.
- Yeah, all right.
I'm coming back for that Uzi too.
Yo, Bruce, go on and hook them up.
- The right sh*t.
- All right.
Come on, baby.
All right, yeah.
What do we got here? Bullshit.
Bullshit, bullshit.
F***ing bullshit.
Yeah.
Now, that's what I ride to.
Y'all ready?
- Y'all okay?
- Okay.
Okay, wait. Okay, wait a minute.
Let's just wait.
Let's just wait a minute.
Okay, let's just wait. Just for a second.
What's wrong?
I can't do this.
Frankie, she's right.
We didn't case this bank.
They're all pretty much the same.
I ain't feeling this, Frankie.
This ain't right.
Okay.
Everybody get down
Put your hands up. Move back, everyone!
- Everybody stay down! Stay down!
- Don't touch that f***ing gun.
Get on the ground.
- Go, go!
- Okay, all right, okay.
Turn around.
All of y'all, turn the f*** around!
- Don't move. Don't move.
- Move back! Move back!
- Okay.
- Turn around, what the f*** you looking at?
- Give me the money, the drawer!
- Put that phone down. Put it down.
Put your arms up. Hey! Hey!
You'd better lay down.
Lay down. Lay down.
Lay down. Don't move.
Y'all just be cool.
Don't move. Don't move.
- Stay there.
- Come on!
What are you looking at?
I'm a b*tch with a gun.
- Two!
- We're taking too much time.
Take the money. Don't try and be a hero.
- All right, here we go.
- Come on!
- Here we go. Yeah.
- All right.
Move it, we're almost to the door.
Almost to the door. Come on, come on.
- Yeah, slow it down, slow it down.
- Got it. Got it.
Yeah.
Whoo! Get up y'all.
Come on, move, move, move.
Now, that's how you work it.
That sh*t was brilliant!
Frankie, we robbed a bank!
Aah! Whoo!
Listen to me, that is a lot of money.
Are we gonna get away with this?
What do you mean are we gonna get
away with this? What does this look like?
Is it ours?
Yes.
- Whoo!
- Sh*t.
Did you lock that door?
And where have you been?
I caught the bus.
Yo, we weren't ready.
- You know we weren't ready.
- Look.
If I didn't set it off, we'd be casing
banks for the next two months.
I had to push y'all!
- It worked, didn't it?
- Ha, ha.
Look, Tisean, it's over.
We got about...
- What?
- About 12 G's.
Twelve thousand dollars in 60 seconds.
Why don't you come over here
and sit down beside me.
Okay? Come on.
Twelve thousand dollars.
- Whoo!
- Aah!
Cleo, sit.
Vehicle stolen here today was ID'd as the
getaway car in that South L.A. bank job.
Oh yeah?
I want prints on all these.
Yeah, all right. Dust everything.
Frankie.
Cleo.
Moi and T.T.
T.T.? She ain't getting a cut.
Look, Frankie,
I ain't for your sh*t tonight, all right?
- T.T. needs it more than any of us.
- She didn't do anything. She walked out.
Who the f*** cares?
- She was there.
- No, f*** that.
She didn't do nothing,
she ain't getting nothing.
Forget it.
Frankie, I don't want your money.
If you wanna kick my ass,
come on, let's just get it over with...
...because I am sick of your sh*t.
I need that money.
It ain't you I'm mad at.
Damn.
I'm sorry I was tripping.
You my girl.
I need this.
You are so special, Frankie.
Still ain't do sh*t.
Ten-eleven, roger.
Hey, Waller? WALLER: Yeah?
- Anything on Francesca Sutton?
- Who?
The teller suspected of being in collusion
in the Pan Pacific robbery.
Nothing, clean as a whistle.
- Nothing?
- Nothing.
Here, run this again for me.
And in what may be a first
for Los Angeles...
...three women have robbed the branch
Getting away
with an estimated $90,000 dollars.
Ninety thousand?
Insurance scam.
This is the 25th bank robbery
this year in Los Angeles...
...the bank robbery capital of the nation.
And now on to national news.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Wanna come in for a drink?
- No, thank you.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
All right, hold on. Let me get my jacket.
Could've come and pick you up,
you know.
Oh, no, I needed the exercise. Thanks.
- You look great.
- Thanks.
What?
- What?
- Nothing, I just...
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