Going in Style

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Good morning, Sir. Welcome to

Williamsburg Savings Bank.

Let me just grab a pager for you here,

and we'll get you to sit

with a banking professional

as soon as one becomes available.

What happens with this?

Oh, it's going to light up and vibrate.

The red lights spin around in a circle.

You won't be able to miss it.

Where do I wait?

The guest lounge.

We're ready for you now.

I'm seeing an overdrawn balance

in your daily checking.

Seems like your direct

deposits haven't been

received in a few months. From...

Wechsler Steel.

Yeah, I've been phoning them for weeks.

I couldn't get a straight answer.

And how about this, uh, foreclosure notice?

Ah. The yellow one. So

you must be in default.

My mortgage payment tripled. Overnight.

You were on our teaser rate promo,

which expired back in January.

That's why it's called a teaser rate.

Right? It doesn't last. Make sense?

And the new rate is quite a bit higher,

so the monthly mortgage payment jumped up.

Now, we are required to disclose that

possibility at the time of the refi.

- You did.

- I did what?

You sold me this crap.

Joe Harding.

No. I know the name.

Let me just look at my notes here.

Terms disclosed.

I personally disclosed

the possibility of a rate

hike during your refi.

Do you remember that?

You told me

that the odds on the rate

going past the prime rate

were extraordinary.

But possible.

But you sold me "extraordinary."

- But the "possible" was disclosed.

- Listen, Chuck.

My granddaughter and my

daughter, they live with me.

She is a nurse's aide, you

know, low pay and all that.

She wanted her kid to go to a better

school, so they moved in with me.

- Lots of people doing that.

- Yeah. So you see,

I can't lose my house.

Not to worry.

You're on the yellow notice.

The red one is more weighty.

Can I talk with someone else?

- Who?

- Someone smarter?

Ladies and gentlemen, thank

you for your attention.

We've come to make a withdrawal.

Aside from the tellers,

we invite you to lie down

on the floor, face up,

and hold your arms and legs

in the air like a pussycat.

Everybody down!

Tellers,

please do not be foolish enough

to trigger the silent alarm.

The last people we want

here would be the police.

That would be messy, no?

Put 'em up.

Why this? Oh, my God. Why here?

What did I do?

Hey!

I follow the book. Just follow procedure.

Just stay calm. Stay calm.

- Follow procedure.

- Hey!

You're going to get yourself shot!

Gentlemen, it's best to remain silent.

I'm cramping.

Relax, please. You can sit up.

- Ah.

- Hey, no! Not you! Pussycat!

Keep stuffing it in there.

Let's go. Come on.

You can have this.

I'm sorry you're a casualty of a corrupt

system that no longer serves the people.

Yeah. I've been banking here for 40 years.

You're just an account number.

It's not much, but it's all yours.

No, my friend. Not from you.

It is a culture's duty to

take care of its elderly.

Chuck here couldn't give a crap.

Chuck.

- Are you Chuck?

- Yes.

I'm Chuck. I'm Chuck.

Are you the one taking this man's house?

- I'm not, personally.

- Give me your wallet.

Okay. Look, I got... I have...

I have plenty of stuff here, okay? Cash.

There's a gym membership.

Take it. I never go.

Fifteen seconds.

- Pussycat!

- Meow.

Shut up!

I'm happy to say, our

time together has ended.

Please do not call the

police for 90 seconds.

A shoot-out never has a happy ending.

Oh. They make a pill for that.

That looks like a gang tattoo to me.

Very detailed.

I imagine the artist did them all.

So, if you find the tattoo parlor,

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