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Hmm. I just got drafted by the Knicks.

Good week for everybody, huh?

Good week.

They're taking my house.

Huh?

They're taking my house.

I've got 30 days.

Who's taking your house?

The bank.

They're taking your house

and you didn't tell us?

What are you gonna do? Lend me money?

We're all broke. The three of us combined.

These banks practically

destroyed this country.

They crushed a lot of people's dreams.

And nothing ever happened to them.

We're three old guys. We hit

a bank, we get away with it,

we retire with dignity.

Worst comes to the worst, we get caught,

we get a bed, three meals a day

and better healthcare than we get now.

You...

You're talking about us?

Us and you?

Yeah, I mean, if a gang of thugs

can do it, it can't be that hard.

You're out of your frigging mind.

You have spent 20 years waiting to die, Al.

With no life and no purpose.

And robbing a bank is going

to give me a purpose?

It will give us money.

Willie would be able to get on a plane

and go and see his granddaughter.

It's a little hard to catch

a plane out of prison, Joe.

Yeah, but we won't get caught.

They didn't get caught.

Well, they were young. They were fast.

We got skills, experience. Smarts.

Arthritis, gout, shingles.

Make a wish, Willie.

Hello?

I'm just lying here,

thinking about all of the birthday

wishes that I have had over the years.

And how many of them I've kept secret.

And none of them ever came true.

They never seem to pay out.

So I figure I'm going to

tell you this one, Joe.

I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

A whole bunch of nothing, right?

Fire away, Willie.

I want to live better than I am.

I want to see my family

more than once a year.

And from here on in,

I want to have a piece of pie whenever

the hell I want a piece of pie.

You know what I mean?

Hear, hear.

You were serious today.

I think so.

The thing is,

we have nothing to lose.

I'm not a thief, Joe.

Neither am I.

We take exactly what's owed

on the pension, right?

That's all I want.

Not a penny more.

My word.

Wake Al up.

Hold on.

Al.

Al.

Albert!

- Huh? - Pick up the phone!

Who died?

Nobody died, it's Joe.

I don't talk to criminals.

You heard that?

Hang up. I'll call him back.

What do you want?

The thing is, what do you want, Al?

You want to drift off into the sunset,

or do you want to go out with a bang?

I don't have a problem with dying.

I just don't want to do it in prison.

Nobody's going to prison.

What exactly is happening here?

Willie's in.

You're both out of your minds.

Sleep on it, Al.

I don't need to sleep on anything.

I'm not a bank robber.

Neither are you, or you, Willie.

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