The Real McCoy Page #5

Like Keystone Cops.

Okay.

Pump!

Two, 40.

Three minutes, 50.

It's a T-38.

- I got it. Okay, it's in.

- We got three minutes.

- Test it.

- Fine.

- Five, 20.

Clean up!

Let's go!

Let's go!

- Command to Patrol.

- 10-4.

How many times they gonna

bring us out here?

- They just waste our time.

- I don't believe it.

Red six.

- Got it.

- Got it.

And turn.

Four minutes, 40.

- Red eight.

- Got it.

Come on, boy.

And turn.

- Red nine.

- Got it.

And turn.

- Two minutes, 20.

- Sh*t.

- Come on, Karen.

- What's happenin'?

- I got it, blue 12.

- Blue 12.

- Got it.

- And turn.

- Thirteen.

- Got it.

And turn.

- One minute, 40.

We ought to be outta here.

- Just a minute.

- Blue 12.

- W-We already done that one.

Just do it!

This time I go first.

Got it.

And now.

Relock.

Let's go.

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on!

Oh, sh*t.

Anybody that ain't been down

to the Union Bank, now's your chance.

Four false alarms

in one night.

Friggin' bank

deserves to get robbed.

- What do you think?

- Three, maybe four hours.

But we have to fix

the camera first.

- Where's the service box for it?

- Probably in the elevator shaft.

- You there, Kev?

- Yeah, come in, Control.

- What's goin' on there?

- It's official. It's a foul-up.

Well, that's us here

for the night.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Standard procedure.

Till they can

check out the system.

You gotta be kiddin'.

Why don't you read

the goddamn manual?

- I'll take care of this.

You go down for the tape, okay?

- Be right back.

So, uh, who's making

coffee then?

Should have

joined the Army.

You about done?

Gotta do the video.

Just a minute.

You're clear!

Let's go.

Oh, sh*t.

Sarge?

Sarge!

- What people?

- Well, they're gone now.

I suppose they had little masks

over their eyes, right?

And sacks

marked "loot"?

- No.

- And they just disappeared.

- Yeah!

- Disappearin' bank robbers.

- Another rod?

- Yeah.

We're through.

We're through!

Come on, Lewis,

cool it down.

You okay?

That's it.

Oh, mama!

Oh, mama!

Man, come on,

give me a bag!

- $18 million.

- I think I just went into

a higher tax bracket, buddy.

That's a big, old car

right here.

- Which one is it?

- Oh, uh,

it's, uh,

1-8-1.

- I think I'm gonna open an account here.

- Here you go.

Where's a bag?

Give me a bag.

I'm gonna buy a farm and settle down,

just live the good life.

Well, maybe.

We gotta do this again

next week.

- Damn. Oh, mama!

- Oh, God.

Oh, mama.

Oh, it feels so good.

It feels so good.

- It's great.

- Mmm.

- Hey, what's goin' on?

- Jesus Christ!

- McCoy!

- You believe this?

- I don't believe it.

- This is unbelievable.

Get us outta here!

A triple "A" bank.

Jack, I told you.

Can't break into a triple "A" bank, but

you wouldn't listen to me, would you?

He wouldn't listen to me.

Oh, well.

- I'm real sorry about this.

- You did it!

- She did tell ya, Jack.

- I think we gotta go now.

- You b*tch!

- Oh, I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

Come on, Karen.

There's a lot of money here.

- We can make an arrangement.

- Six years, Jack.

We'll split,

40l60.

- Six long years.

- It's not gonna happen, Karen.

The only way you're gettin' out

of this bank is if you kill me.

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

No, no, no, I wouldn't do that.

Come on, Karen!

It's $18 million!

- Whatever.

- You're dead, McCoy!

You'll never make it to the elevator!

I'd give you about 15 to 20 years.

What do you think, Jack?

- What about the money?

- You'll never make it!

- I don't want the money.

- Well, I want the money.

- Then you're on your own.

- It's $18 million!

- It belongs to the bank.

- God!

Aaah!

You didn't load the gun?

You told me to buy it.

You didn't tell me to load it.

- Oh, God, you're hit.

- You okay?

- Oh, it's just scratched.

- Are you in pain?

- Aah! Pain?

- You want to talk about pain?

- Hold still.

Walking away

from $18 million, that's pain.

- What's so funny?

Roy, I got my sun bed

at 4:
00. Don't forget to pick up Kelly.

While details are still

scarce, reports are just coming in...

about a highly sophisticated bank

robbery at the Union Bank last night.

Five members were apparently

trapped inside the vault.

But police believe two others escaped

with an as yet unknown quantity of cash.

One escapee is

believed to be a woman.

- Coming up, the Atlanta Committee

for the Olympic Games...

- Sh*t.

- Where's Patrick?

- He ain't in the car.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Patrick?

- Did you check in there?

- No.

Patrick?

Leave me alone!

- Say good-bye to your damn kid!

Okay, get in the car.

Hey, what's that?

Sh*t!

- What the hell was that?

- The bank doesn't owe me, Schmidt does.

He keeps his money

in the safe.

- Let's go.

- Who the hell is Buckner?

- Doesn't matter.

Listen, the point is,

you gotta come and get Patrick.

Okay, okay,

but, where? Where?

- Be at the airport. Gate C-11 at 5:00.

- Gate C-11.

Why won't you take

Patrick with you?

- A mother and a kid on the run?

- You'd be great.

Look, it's not like

any of this is your fault.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Do you think...

that jerk Roy would do a better job

raising your boy than you?

At least Roy's his father.

- At least he'll have a chance

of a normal life with him.

- Normal? What?

What's not normal about gettin'

on an airplane with your mom...

and goin' down to Rio

with three million bucks?

No, this is the first time I get

to make a decision for Patrick.

I'm not gonna mess it up.

- Cops.

- Well, I'll, uh,

just, uh,

go get the tickets.

I told him I'd meet him

at the gate.

Uh, Patrick, why don't you come with me

and keep me company?

Don't worry.

I know, I know.

Karen?

Is that you?

- You're early.

- Yeah, well, l...

- So what?

- You've never been early

for anything in your whole life.

Karen, I'm sorry,

but, uh...

We gotta talk.

You do have the money,

don't ya?

- What money?

- The bank, Karen.

The money from the bank.

I'm not stupid, you know.

You're a dumbshit, Roy.

I didn't take the money.

I left it at the bank.

You left it

in the bank!

All right.

Get in there. Hurry up!

Get in there.

All right, sit the bag

down on the toilet and open it.

Hurry up!

Sit it down there!

- All right now.

Get back over there.

My god!

My God, there must be

a couple of million dollars in here.

Oh! Oh!

Okay, I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to...

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Now, I'm not gonna

kill you or anything.

- Uh, but I am gonna have

to hit you or something...

- Hey.

- Oh!

How many of these creeps

you got in your life?

All passengers for Flight 302,

World Airlines

to Rio de Janeiro,

please board now.

- What were you doing

in the men's bathroom?

- Go on, tell him.

- Not now.

- Tell me what?

- You don't tell him, I will.

- Nothing, sweetheart.

- Give me a few minutes.

- I would, but we don't have

a few minutes.

- J.T.

- Patrick, Karen's got something

to tell you about your mama.

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