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They look like they'd be a little too warm.

You probably can't breathe too good

through them.

Probably can't see too good

through them either.

I think these would be pretty good.

Easy to carry around,

easy to take on and off.

Whatever you say, Joe.

You recognized me.

Boy, won't the kids love these?

Yeah.

-How are you doing, Al?

-Pete.

Come on in. I was just on my way out.

What are you doing home

in the afternoon?

I'm taking an early shift

over at the station.

I picked up a job at night,

bartending up in the Bronx. Come on in.

-All the way up in the Bronx?

-lt ain't so bad.

Hardest part's cleaning my fingernails

to tend bar...

after working on cars all day.

-Hi, Al, how are you doing?

-Pretty good, dear.

-Sit down. You want some coffee?

-No, thanks.

I can't stay too long.

I was just walking by

and thought I'd drop in and say hello.

Hello, Uncle Al.

Look, I'm sorry,

but I've got to run out now.

-Are you gonna stay for dinner?

-No, thanks, Pete. Not today.

-I got to meet Joe and Willie soon.

-Okay.

-I'll see you later on then.

-Goodbye.

-See you tonight, sweetie.

-Bye-bye.

-How's my beautiful princess today?

-Good.

-Been a good girl?

-Yeah.

You're always good.

Why don't you show Uncle Al

the pictures you drew?

They're upstairs.

-Did you draw some pictures?

-Yeah, they're upstairs.

-Think I might be able to see them?

-Yeah.

Do you want me

to come upstairs with you?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

What are we waiting for? Let's go.

Wait for me, honey.

You go ahead upstairs.

I'll be up in a minute.

-Go ahead.

-Okay.

He must have had

a million kinds of bullets.

I didn't know which were for which guns,

so I took them all.

I figured we'd figure it out

when I got home here.

Are we gonna use real bullets?

Willie, if we don't do this thing right,

and we get caught...

the bleeding hearts in the city

will put us on probation...

and this whole thing will wind up

costing us a fortune on subway tokens...

going to see some probation officer.

After the stickup,

we'll have to get rid of our clothes...

so wear something you can throw away.

These are very attractive.

You pick these out?

As soon as we get into the bank, Al,

I want you to hold your gun on the guard...

while me and Willie collect the dough.

We'll have them fill up

that airline bag I got.

I figured that ought to hold

a nice couple of dollars.

Then we'll get out of there fast,

get back into the gypsy cab...

but instead of taking it back here,

we'll get out and hop into the subway.

That'll help confuse everything.

Any questions?

What if we get shot?

-What's the difference?

-Yeah, Willie, what's the difference?

What's the matter, Willie?

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