The Last Heist

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THE LAST HEIS You are listening

to KRCW Los Angeles,

news just in of a grisly

homicide in Redondo Beach.

Sonya Jacobson is

live at the scene.

That's right, Nick. I'm here at

Redondo Beach where the LAPD

are investigating the murder last

night of 22 year old Lisa Gonzales.

They're not confirming

any details,

but officers I've spoken

to are saying that it has

all the signs of a serial

murderer they're calling

"The Window Killer."

It would bring

his known tally of victims

in the Southland,

over the last two years, to 15.

That nickname, by the

way, is because he

takes his victims eyes

with him

as some kind of sick trophy.

I'm being told now that

the LAPD are going all out

to find this maniac as we

roll into the holiday weekend.

What the f***?

Civilian.

All right, everybody be cool.

What the f*** is this?

Geez, what the f***

are you looking at?

Move on, a**hole.

All clear.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm here to make a deposit.

Five minutes, folks.

Final weapons check.

Come on, man,

we did that already.

Then we'll do it again,

Echo Three.

It's a soft target.

There's no guards.

Skeleton staff,

handful of civilians.

Nobody is getting shot today.

So I want safeties on,

chambers empty.

We might as well go

in with squirt guns.

Hey, you know what? I've got

a butter knife in my pocket.

Tracey, chill the f*** out.

I'm afraid we're not

accepting deposits.

Actually, as you can see,

we're closing down.

Didn't you get our letter?

I don't get mail.

I see.

-What about her?

-She got our letter.

We've asked all our customers to

come in and empty out their boxes.

What if they don't?

Well, the feds come in

and they take everything

to a secret storage and

then they trace the owners.

I don't want that.

Most of our customers

feel the same way.

But it is procedure.

Why don't I take my stuff now?

Well, you would need

to have the letter.

-I told you.

-Yes, you don't get mail.

do you have ID?

I have this.

Well, Reverend,

I'll tell you what.

Come over to the counter

and I'll sort ya out.

We go hot in five minutes.

-Masks on.

-Somebody wake up Biggs.

Rock and roll.

OK, here you are.

You can have that back.

So... how long now?

Just a few moments.

I'm sorry again, Mrs. Waxman.

I know this has all

been very inconvenient.

I'm afraid that's not

good enough, young man.

I have had an account

here for 50 years.

That is no way to treat a

customer, closing down like this.

Well, times change, I'm afraid.

We're all very sad here.

Now, if you want to take a seat,

I'll call a cab to take you home.

F*** you.

-Danny.

-Yes, sir.

The reverend would

like to empty his box.

Is he on the list?

He didn't get the letter.

But I processed him,

and he's set to go.

It's all very irregular.

But I suppose

it'll be all right.

You can take him back

as soon as I finish

-with Mrs. Gowan.

-Yes, sir.

I need to do this now.

As I'm sure has

been explained to you,

it's one at a time today.

So, if you don't mind

waiting your turn.

I'm sure you won't

mind if I go first.

Well, I've been here for

hours and I'm almost late

for my Pilates class, so...

OK.

If it's that important to you.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

You see?

She's happy that I go first.

OK. If you'll follow me,

I'll take you back.

After you, sir.

We really are in the

process of closing up,

so I am sorry about

the mess down here.

Watch your step here.

Been banking here long?

Nobody move.

Get your hands in the air.

Everybody stay

right where you are.

-Echo clear?

-Clear.

-Echo Three.

-Clear.

-Echo Two.

-Clear.

-Echo One.

-All clear.

You know what this is.

There's nothing here for you.

We're closing down,

everything is gone.

Not everything.

You know who owns this place?

Of course we do,

that's half the fun.

Sit down.

What do you want

me to do about them?

I don't know.

Gonna behave?

Listen, young man.

I wish you'd get on with

whatever you're going to do

because I don't want

to sit here all day.

Yes, ma'am.

We'll be as quick as we can.

Cuff 'em.

Hey, get your hands

off me, you b*tch.

Are you f***ing

talking to me, b*tch?

-Where's your phone?

-I left it in my car.

Yeah?

OK.

One, two.

Listen, I've been tied up

by better people than you.

Christ, old lady,

it's not a f***ing competition.

Where's your phone?

I haven't had one for years.

Jesus, living

in the Dark Ages.

I'm all set here.

Echo Five, is that everyone?

We're missing two, boss.

Two males.

Employee, civilian.

Where are they?

I don't know what you mean.

Stop wasting our f***ing time.

Here, sir.

It's a little stuffy in here.

We switched off the

AC last week, so...

Do you have your key?

I've got it from here.

I'm supposed to stay with you.

My possessions

are very personal.

-I'd like privacy, please.

-I'm sorry.

It's procedure.

Stay here.

Sure.

What did I tell you?

This guy is messing with us.

Next one goes in your head.

Where are they?

In the back, in the vault.

Are you looking for me?

-Sh*t.

-What?

Sorry, Danny.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Paul? What the f***, man?

Yeah, what the hell

is going on here?

Should I tell them?

This is my brother, Danny.

You've got to be

f***ing kidding me.

It's been a few years.

Yeah, I thought I'd

never see you again.

We took different paths.

Thought you had the day off.

Checked the rota.

Yeah, well, the

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