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Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.

Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.

The money's wrapped|and verified by 6:00.

The truck has to be|at the bank by 6:30,

or the company pays the interest|on missing the day.

So the entire facility is geared towards|getting every dollar on that truck.

This is how it works.|When we get into the bank,

there are loading docks|in the secured delivery area.

You go in, just after we arrive,|in a van,

posing as a legitimate vendor using the|4-digit access code which I'll provide.

- And then you scoop it up.|- How do you make sure|you're the driver?

I check. If I'm not assigned,|I go to the driver...

and tell him|I need the extra hours.

- And he just gives them to you?|- I can be pretty persuasive.

Hmm. If it goes smoothly,|they'll know somebody was on the inside.

- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.

- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.

All right, this is how we'll handle it.|I know this guy, a broker.

I don't know his name,|and I don't want to know his name,

because he is serious.

You think I can exert pressure?|This guy scares the sh*t out of me.

But this is what he does...|He organizes jobs.

He's got some high-level day gig|with an insurance company or something,

so he knows all the ways to|beat the cops and the ops.

That's why nobody knows him|by name or face.

I call him up and tell him everything|about what we're doing.

And then he puts the whole|thing together.

He hires the men from out of town.|You won't know them.

They will not know you.|They'll just do the job,

and then they will drop|at a predetermined time...

to a predetermined person|at a predetermined place.

That's good.|Who handles the drop?

We'll use one of my guys.

- I want somebody I know.|- Gee, that's tough, Michael!|I want somebody I know!

- What about her?|- "What about her" what?

He wants you to hold|the money.

And if I say no?

- Then it's off.|- You're holdin' the money. When?

- The sooner the better.|- One more thing.|I'm not taking a short count.

The broker alone takes 20 percent|on any job he crews.

It's a two-way split.|You can cut your half any way you like.

I'd rather eat airline food.

Can you do it without me?

- Well, Michael, you know I can't.|- Then it's 50-50.

- I don't like it.|- When you see all that|cash, you'll like it.

So what's the total|for the day?

About a million three.

Hello?

- Hello?|- When you pass Brazos...

- Who is this?|- Shut up.

When you pass Brazos|going down Fifth Street,

you'll see a man wearing|a yellow suit and sunglasses.

If our end is going according to plan,|he'll take off his sunglasses.

If your end is going|according to plan,

you signal him by lifting your fingers|off the wheel for one second.

If you don't lift your fingers,|we will assume you want to abort.

Wh-What if...

Thanks for calling.

Are you sure we should|go through with this?

You could say they|wouldn't switch you...

No, no, we're very close now.|We have to follow it through.

It's gonna be fine.

This time tomorrow,|the hard part will be over.

God, I hope so.

Once you get the drop, drive|straight to Whispering Pines.

Don't stop for anything.

It may take me a couple of days.|They'll be asking questions.

We'll have to let things|cool off.

I can't wait for this|whole thing to be over.

Watch it!

Jesus!

Sorry.

Whenever you're ready,|Michael.

Yeah.

- Cash or coins first?|- Ed, I hate to ask you this,|but could I stay with the truck?

- How come?|- Well, there's a woman|in the bank I'd prefer not...

- Ohh, a woman. |- No problem. Thanks.

Susan!|Hey, hey, how are you?

Good.

Stay there!

Ed, get down!

Are you awake?

I don't know.

I might...|I might be dreaming.

I might be dreaming.

You're going|to be fine.

They say you'll recover completely.

Mmm.

Everyone is very proud of you.

Proud?

For trying to stop the robbery.

I'm...

I'm really sorry you couldn't save Ed.

I know you tried.

I know you tried.

I'm tired, so tired.

Michael.

Michael, if you can|understand me, just nod.

I-I can understand.

I want to let you know that|Perennial Armored Car...

- is very proud of your performance.|- Very proud.

And even though you've only been|with the company a short time,

we want to make very sure|that you don't worry about the|financial side of your illness.

As a matter of fact,|when the time comes,

we'd like very much to do|an in-depth profile of you|for Armored Transport Now!

I think I told you it's read|by everyone in the industry.

- Don't forget about Mr. Fox.|- Oh, yes, Mr. Fox,

the founder of Perennial|and a wonderful man,

would like to meet you and have|his photograph taken with you...

to accompany the article.

When the time comes,|of course.

When the time comes.

I said, is there something|I should know?

Ah, you're all right.

Yeah. Yeah.|How about you?

I can't tell.

Michael.|Michael.

They've been|asking questions.

The police and your brother.

My brother.

I think they want something.

And I don't think what they want|is good for you.

I told you.

Those things never meet.

Yeah, you told me.

I told you.

I told you.|I told you.

No, you didn't,|Mr. Chambers.

- I'm sorry?|- I want you to describe what happened...

from the moment you entered|the delivery bay of Grand Texas Bank...

until you lost|consciousness.

I... I-I pulled up.

I pulled into the dock.

- Dock number one.|- Yes, number one.

I-I-I a-and Ed.

I, uh, I turned the engine off,

and, and Ed...

Oh, they killed him.|Didn't they kill him?

Yes.

Maybe, uh,|maybe we should come back.

You fake bastard.

You think you got everybody fooled.

You think because the job|was sloppy and people got shot,

nobody thinks you were in.

It won't wash.

I'm gonna bring you down.

Not because you got Ed killed,

although that would be plenty|reason enough.

But because I think|you're worthless.

You've always|been worthless.

You were nonexistent|as a brother to me.

You didn't lift a finger|to prop Mom up after Dad died.

You've skated along on your looks|and charm, just like a woman,

leaving everybody else|to clean up after you.

Well, I'm gonna|clean up, all right,

and I'm starting|with you.

Get out.

- You're an accessory to murder.|- No, you don't know|what you're talking about.

- You were the inside man;|we both know it.|- You've got nothing.

I've got a bank employee you seduced|to obtain a vendor I.D. Number.

Uh-huh.

How did it happen?|They come to you?

Trap you into it?|Was it her?

What kind of sh*t did she tell you?|Did she make you promises?

Tell you Tommy was mean to her,|you two should run away together?

Or did she get you in a compromising|situation? You only had one way out.

Was it like that?

You really think|she's waiting for you?

You think you're safe from the bears,|locked in your log cabin,

bolts on the door?

Well...

You just locked yourself inside with|another bunch of grizzlies. Here's how.

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