The Last Heist Page #2

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There's nothing wrong

with being decent to people.

-You should try it.

-Says the armed robber.

Shut up.

You.

Mate.

What's the story with

you and your brother?

You'd have to ask our

parents about that one.

You think you're

smart, don't you?

Yeah, with your stupid

f***ing little tie,

and your stupid f***ing hairdo.

But you're not going to feel

very smart when this is over.

What does that mean?

What she means is you won't

be leaving any witnesses.

What?

-The boss said...

-The boss?

The boss is a f***ing wuss.

Tracey's gonna handle

things from here on out.

You just used her name, Allie.

Jesus.

I mean Echo Four.

Yeah, well, like the man said.

It really doesn't

matter, does it?

Happy?

Now sit the f*** down!

-I didn't sign up for this.

-Yeah?

Well, you just better figure

out whose side you're on.

This is bullshit

and you know it.

Echo Three,

you in the vault yet?

Yeah, I just got here. There's

no sign of the missing civilian.

What do you want me to

do, keep on looking?

No, we could search

this place forever.

We need to be out of here.

Just get the stuff.

Copy that.

Echo Six, status report.

Echo Six, status report.

F***.

All clear.

Echo Four, status report.

We're having

a party back here.

Geez, Echo Four.

Geez your f***ing self.

All secure, OK?

Copy. All clear?

Quiet as the...

How much longer?

Not much longer if she's

as good as she says she is.

I don't know about

her girlfriend,

but she's pretty damn good.

How's it coming, Echo Three?

She's probably listening

to her dumb ass music.

Echo Three, pick up

your f***ing radio.

Helps her focus.

Echo Three,

f***ing status report now.

Echo Three, status report.

Want me to do it?

Not yet.

Echo Three, can you hear me?

Why the f*** is

she taking so long?

Maybe she isn't

so good, after all.

-F*** you.

-Language.

I didn't know we were

at f***ing Sunday school,

you old f***ing prune.

Listen, you may be gangsters,

but at least you can

show some common decency.

Gangsters?

What the f*** is this, 1936?

Don't be a b*tch.

Sorry.

I'm gonna smoke.

Not in here.

Jesus, woman.

Stay focused.

It's not like

they're going anywhere.

Come on.

I need your phone.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Come on.

It's in your back pocket.

I'll give it right

back, come on.

OK, fine. Just hurry.

-What are you doing?

-I'm texting 911.

I didn't even know

you could do that.

What if they come back? You're

gonna get us all killed...

Would you shut up?

At least he's doing something.

You're supposed to

be the manager here.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Cohen,

but this is all very irregular.

All right,

let's get back in there.

Get a move on.

What?

Never mind.

Chicken and extra avocado.

Yeah, and you know what? Can you throw

in some extra chilis in there, too?

You like the chilis?

I like the chilis.

That'll be 15.20, please.

15.20? You kidding me?

What did Wolfgang Puck

finally go into

the taco business?

Hey, puck off, lady.

I'm just trying to

make a living, man.

Hey, how about a little less

lady? It's Detective to you.

OK. Well, it's still 15.20

Detective, so why don't you

detect that money

while I get your order? Cool?

You're a f***ing

comedian, aren't ya?

One William Six,

One William Six.

One William Six receiving.

Possible 211 in progress

near your location.

OK, got it.

I didn't even know

there was a bank there.

It's a safety deposit vault,

it closed down two weeks ago.

So who called it in, then?

It was a text to 911.

Are you kidding?

You can actually do that?

You are directed to attend the

scene and evaluate the situation.

You know what? Send the black and

white over and show me responding.

Roger that. One William Six,

be aware this has been

assessed a prank call.

OK, I'm on my way.

William Six out.

Hey, your burrito, Detective!

So, that's what

100,000,000 looks like.

I'm all done here.

I've got the stuff.

About f***ing time.

F*** you, too.

Put your hands where

I can see them.

Where the hell

did you come from?

Clever f***er.

Paul?

I found our missing civilian.

OK, I'm on my way.

Copy that.

You're not going to

tie me up, are you?

Hell no.

We're going to do this my way.

No witnesses.

You could just let me go home.

-I have what I need.

-Yeah, what's in there?

Just some personal items.

Nothing of value to you.

I'll be the judge of that.

What the...

All call signs, heat.

Say again, heat.

Say again, heat.

Sh*t.

So, you're it?

Dispatch said it was a prank.

So, they sent me a couple

guys out of kindergarten?

Everyone's out looking

for that Windows guy.

We got this.

You guys do

bachelorette parties? No?

Going in, cover me?

With pleasure, Detective.

Who the f*** are you?

F***.

Paul!

-What's going on?

-Boss.

We've got badges,

three of 'em.

F***ing hide, hide,

get out of here.

I just nicked

your radial artery.

I estimate you have about

nine minutes to live.

If I were you,

I'd contemplate what

you want to do with

the rest of your life.

Good afternoon. I'm Detective

Pascal with the LAPD.

Got a report of a

robbery at this location.

A robbery?

That sounds serious.

And who might you be?

I'm the assistant manager.

As you can see,

this branch is closed.

We're just packing things up.

Nothing here to rob.

Jesus.

You're the f***ing

Windows Killer.

Leave Jesus out of it.

Mother f***er.

Would you mind if we came

in and took a look around?

Company policy, sorry.

You'd need a warrant.

Well, not if there's

a crime in progress.

Well, like I said, there's

nothing going on here.

Yeah, the funny thing is, the call

came from inside this location.

Really? I don't see

how that could have happened.

Well, it was a text, so.

Then it could

have come from anywhere.

Yeah, but it's funny.

I'll just show you.

See?

Hey.

Thanks for your cooperation.

F***.

See? I just severed your

femoral artery.

You have three, maybe

four minutes to live.

I'm no doctor.

Your heart is actually pumping

the blood out of your body.

I'm not laughing at you.

I'm laughing with you.

This is a beautiful time.

These are the last

moments of your life.

What does it feel like?

What does it feel like?

Do you feel the joy?

May I see?

May I see?

Guys. The cops are coming.

Sh*t. Guys?

Hey, respond.

F***.

F*** me, boss,

you need to see this.

-Sh*t.

-How you doing?

Hey.

Looks like you missed a spot.

can I help you?

Get out of the van, sir.

-Look...

-Step out of the van.

Come on, please,

give me a break.

It's not a request.

Out of the van.

Sh*t, she made Rick.

Let me help you.

There you go.

You have the safety on.

Now try it.

-Freeze, freeze!

-Freeze!

No, no, no,

you f***ing idiot.

Freeze.

Gun, gun.

F***ing cover me.

Go! Go, go!

-Cease fire.

-They're firing at us.

There's civilians inside.

He's not trying to

kill us, you morons.

We'd already be dead.

Give me the radio.

This is One William Six.

Shots fired at this location.

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