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- What the hell have you done?

- You killed an innocent boy?

- Just listen to me!

Bank of Lucerne,

- account number 0370995--

- You've got to say that again.

- Please, Dad!

- Account 0370-

- 995731.

- Dad!

- No! F***!

- Again.

You know the deal-- false names,

money there for five seconds and then out.

lt'll take two months to track it down

and by then l'll be gone.

You've got till 3:00 a.m.

Nick, what are they doing?

- Jeff.

- F***.

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l know the banks are closed.

What do you think, l'm a f***ing moron?

Just-- use one

of the foreign accounts, Chuck!

l'll explain it to you another time.

l gave you the details,

now just f***ing do it!

Are they giving you trouble?

l guess it's not every day that they're

asked to transfer a million bucks.

He called you Slick.

- What?

- The first time he phoned

he called you Slick.

Are you sure?

l haven't called you that

since college.

You're the only one who ever did.

What's going on, Rick?

lf there's

anything else you need, l can--

ls something wrong?

Are you gonna stick

to the goddamn plan from now on?

- What's the big deal?

- The big deal is

you just f***ing killed somebody.

- ls that an everyday occurrence for you?

- He deserved it, didn't he?

Anyway you're the one

who's been telling me for months

how we're gonna f*** them over.

Right?

Stick it to them, destroy their

perfect f***ing little lives.

l thought you'd be-- l thought

that's what you f***ing wanted.

lt's not.

l'm sorry, okay?

l just want to make you happy.

That's all. l-- l love you.

l would do anything for you.

Well, then stick to the f***ing plan.

You know,

why did she get to do that?

- Don't worry, you'll get your turn.

- Yeah, l'd better.

l didn't come out here

to just channel surf.

- l know.

- Good.

This place is covered in our prints.

Fibers and all that sh*t--

you know that too?

That's why we're gonna

burn it down after we're done.

You got it all figured out,

don't you?

Dean...

what's your problem?

l'm looking at it.

How's that?

- You just don't add up.

- Meaning?

Well, you say

you want to f*** them,

but really you want to be them.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- ls that it?

- No.

No, this is just your little shortcut

into the club, isn't it?

- lsn't it?!

- Oh yeah.

You're right, Dean,

except for one little thing.

There isn't going to be

a club left,

is there?

Oh God, Nick!

Shh shh shh! lt's okay.

- We're going to be okay. Okay?

Please don't touch her.

- Please don't touch her.

- Shut the f*** up.

She's gonna want to look her best,

like the little doll she is.

Please don't.

We'll get you the money.

l promise we will.

- This isn't about money.

- Why are you doing this?

- What the f*** is this about?

- This is about you.

You think you rule

the f***ing world, huh?

Well, not tonight you don't.

Sit still.

There's a new show

in town tonight,

one night only.

What are you talking about?

My boyfriend's

a really clever guy.

- Mmm.

- Mm-hmm.

He planned the whole thing.

But he's a bit predictable.

So we thought:
what's the best way

to end any show?

Hmm?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

With a bang.

- What what?

- But don't worry,

it's not for you.

lt's for the folks back at home.

See, 3:
00 a.m.

they'll be sitting there,

thinking they've done their duty,

and l guess you can say

we'll blow the f***ing roof off.

Hey, have you ever

opened up a modem before?

- What?

- There's nothing there.

Just a circuit board

and a lot of empty space.

You really can

put anything in there.

Anything.

And if it's attached to a laptop

and it's programmed to detonate

like your daddy's is,

well, 3:
00 a.m.

No.

Oh Jesus.

Oh man.

How long is this gonna take?

- Cliff, just take it easy, okay?

- How the hell do you remain so calm?

Because us panicking

isn't going to help our kids.

All right?

We'll get them home.

We have to.

- That's Bob.

- Okay.

So what are we gonna tell him?

Anything but the truth.

He'll go to the cops.

Anything but the f***ing truth.

Cheers.

Coming!

Okay.

- Oh, Bob.

- Howdy, campers!

- You're late.

- Hey.

Guys, l don't blame you

for being pissed off.

Same old story, right?

Am l talking to myself here?

- No no.

- So l'm a couple of hours late.

What's the big f***ing deal?

There's no harm done, is there?

Good seeing you.

l can guess who that is. Looks like

l'm not the only one who's late.

- Just get the phone.

- Yeah? You talk to him.

Yeah. Just get the phone.

Yeah?

Oh hi, sweetheart.

Hey yeah, no.

Everything's great.

Bob just got here.

No, she hasn't arrived yet either,

but you know how it is.

No, not tonight.

No, you'll see her tomorrow.

Yeah. Yeah yeah.

Yeah, good night, honey.

Jesus, you'd think they'd leave us alone

on our one night of freedom!

Hey, guys, listen,

l brought a great surprise for Jeff.

ln fact l drove it here.

He's gonna love it!

- What?

- lf l roll this, l think it--

l think it's loose.

Nick, Nick, hurry.

Oh God.

F***.

Okay okay.

Okay, all right, okay.

Okay okay.

Wait a second, Hailey,

wait a second. Shh shh shh.

Shh-hhh.

lt's okay. Be quiet.

Okay? Okay?

All right?

Hurry.

All right, all right.

Okay okay, you're okay.

Okay okay okay.

l don't believe this.

What?

We're at my dad's house.

Okay.

Well, you really did

think of everything.

Yeah, it's even better

than you promised.

To chaos.

To the American dream.

Something's wrong.

- Yeah, they should be here any minute.

- No, come on.

How long does it take to fix a flat?

You're not gonna get a signal

on that up here, Bob.

- Top you up?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Dick?

- Yeah.

lt went right to voicemail.

Hey, is Frank here?

- Yeah.

- So what are you waiting for?

Send him out to find them.

Th-there's no point.

- What's he gonna do?

- There's, um,

there's something

that we haven't told you.

- What is it?

- Dick.

No, it's all right, Cliff.

Jeff got pulled over for a DUl.

Oh, God damn it!

And made us promise

not to tell you, but l-- l'm sorry.

l knew there was something

going on between you two.

Sh*t!

l'd better get down there.

Where are they?

You'd just be wasting your time.

We called your lawyer.

He's gonna have them out

in a couple hours.

- l'm still going.

- No no, just--

you know what?

Let them sweat it out for once.

All right?

lt'll teach them a lesson.

You know how they are.

Yeah.

You're right.

Champagne?

Cheers.

Jesus, l can't believe it.

Her father's place is

the only place within miles.

There's only two ways to get there--

they can take the road.

Nobody's gonna be around this time

of night so they're gonna take the forest.

Stay together, go due north.

l've gotta stay here and wait for the money.

They may just hole up

somewhere till daylight.

That's fine. As long as they're not there

to stop it, l don't give a f***.

- They're not gonna wait till daylight.

- Why not?

- 'Cause l told them about our surprise.

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