Five Thirteen

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IJ"

(fly buzzing)

(police radio chatter)

2-5, K.

Man:
K, 0-5 can you ascertain if the apprehension

team on the S-N.

man:
Apprehension team on the S-N.

Man:
3-0-1 to 3-3-2.

man:
All units, 10-31.

(radio chatter continues)

(sputtering)

man:
All units 10-6.

man:
Yeah, we're gonna be

stuck up here for a while,

so we're not gonna be

able to run over there for you.

(siren blaring)

(police radio chatter)

man:
ls there a problem, officer?

Officer:
Not yet.

Put your keys

on the dashboard.

Put your hands on

the wheel.

What do we got here?

One, two, three,

four, five, six beers, wow.

That's impressive.

We call that a DUI

around here.

You drink all

those by yourself?

No, sir.

Are you under

the influence?

No, I'm not, sir.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Well, who did drink?

A friend had a couple of beers,

I dropped him off

about two miles down the road.

- Oh, your friend?

- Yes, sir.

Your friend,

I remember him.

All right...

All right.

License and registration.

IJ"

Nice and slow.

(police radio squawks)

Take it easy.

Put your hands back up

where I can see them.

Man:
5-4-9-6, you got a live one?

- Yeah?

- man:
Go ahead.

Can I get a license

check on...

A s-a 5.3

- 7-92-3.

- man:
10-4.

- Step out of the car.

- Officer, is there a problem?

Step out of the car,

nice and slow.

Yes, sir.

Officer:
Face me.

Hands

behind your head.

Is there anything in the vehicle

that I should be aware of?

Man:
No, sir.

- Weapons?

- No, sir.

- Drugs?

- No, sir.

What's in the bags?

Clothes, sir.

Where

are you going?

Vegas.

Vegas?

What's in Vegas?

I'm going to do

some gambling

with some friends.

What's in the ice box?

Some sodas and

some water.

IJ"

(rattling)

What the hell...

What the f*ck?

- Officer, it's not what you think!

- What the f*ck is that?

- It's not what you think, officer!

- What is it?

- What the f*ck is it, tell me!

- I can explain, it's not--

It's not

what you think!

- Walk towards the car!

- It's not what you think.

Walk towards the car--

put your hands on the car.

It's not what you

think, officer.

Don't you dare move.

(gun firing)

(police radio chatter)

IJ"

(siren blaring)

man:
Yo.

Yo, what's up, Glen?

- What's up, man?

- What's up?

This is my man, Mike,

I was telling you about.

Mike's gonna help us

out with the job.

(gulping)

(belching)

(grunting)

How old are you?

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Think you're gonna make 30?

- Yeah.

- What?

- Yeah.

Well, confident.

(chuckles)

So...

You tried

pfison,huh?

How much time

you do?

Four years.

Man:
When did you get out?

Just a couple of

weeks back.

I haven't

been to prison.

- Never.

- Lucky you.

Man:
No, smart me.

So...

Who's your PO?

I don't give a f*ck.

Hey, look...

IJ"

I need an extra gunner,

for Reggie and me, okay?

We take the cash and

then we bounce.

But I need a gunner in case

something goes South, you know?

You ever killed anybody?

- No.

-No?

I have.

I've killed many

people.

And I'm glad every

fucking one of them is dead.

So...

F*ck it,

you tell him.

Man:
All right.

It's a simple job.

- The bank--

- Private bank.

My wife works at a private bank

and they're about to receive...

- 4 million in cash.

- $4 million in cash, huh?

Plain and simple.

4:
00 p.m., we go to the bank.

We get off the elevator.

- Everybody down!

- Reggie and me go to the bathroom,

where my wife will be

waiting for us.

Be quiet!

(gun cocks)

We come out from the bathroom,

and I will have taken my wife hostage,

and we are going to the safe.

Get the key,

let's go to the safe.

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