Bandolera Page #3

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for all the years I've put in.

If you're interested,

we'll see ya tomorrow.

Okay. Before we start,

my partner Emilio and I want

to thank you all for coming.

Oh, sorry.

Before I forget...

I wanted to give you my headshot

and rsum. Maybe you can...

I'll take that.

All of you know me

and have an idea of what I do.

I've sold you pirated movies,

fake I.D. S, Social Security cards.

But really, I go for big jobs.

Jobs that make very good money.

And when I say very good money...

I mean...

That's a lot of zeros.

...very good money.

F***in' balls!

Balls.

Is that how a proper young lady speaks?

I don't know.

I ain't no proper lady.

What are you lookin' at?

Pansy-ass poser.

Nobody's looking at you.

Oh, so you're not checking me out?

- Is that what you're saying?

- Get over yourself.

Nobody here is checking you out.

Enough! Enough!

This is a serious job.

It requires serious planning,

serious conning.

Seriously big balls!

Big balls. Like these right here, Alex?

Okay.

Our mark is an Argentinean millionaire

who lives in this mansion.

Since the collapse of Argentina's banking

system, most don't believe in banks.

Some have resorted to keeping their

money in personal vaults.

Such is the case with our mark.

All his money is in a vault

on this property.

We have a floor plan of the mansion.

Except for one hallway downstairs

leading to the vault.

It's off-limits to everyone.

You need two key cards to open the vault.

Primitivo has one.

The other belongs to our pal, the mark.

The in-house accountant.

The accountant's name is Primitivo?

Primitivo? Primate? Like monkey?

The poor bastard

is more like a caveman.

He's flanked by two guards

the entire time he's there...

from the moment he steps

on the property until he leaves.

Wherever he goes, they go.

If he has to go to the bathroom,

they're there.

If one of the guards has to go...

Anyway.

Primitivo keeps his card

on him at all times.

But our mark isn't as cautious.

At the end of each day,

he places the card in a locked

drawer in his private office.

So to open the vault

at the mansion,

we have to get into that building

and get that card.

Which means...

we need to get his keys, too.

Where are they? In his pocket.

The problem will be getting

into the building itself.

As you can see, it's high-tech.

State of the art.

Cameras, guards, 24-hour surveillance.

Eight months ago, the cleaning crew

tried to unionize, but they failed.

We think it's time they try again.

They strike. We pose as scabs

and enter the building.

- Excuse me...

Let me get this straight.

Your plan depends on organizing a

strike in two weeks? Here?

Correct.

- That's impossible. Rafaela, let's go.

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