How To Rob A Bank Page #2

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a serious force to be reckoned with.

You obviously know

what you are doing.

And I'll be honest, the only

authority I have here...

is a stolen Palm Pilot

and a roll of pretty durable tape.

But that's everything

now, isn't it?

So, you and I are going to talk.

You're going to give me frank and honest

answers without any attitude. Got it?

Yes. I do.

Ok then.

What's this all about?

She doesn't know.

- What was that?

- She doesn't know.

She's equipped with the codes, but

isn't briefed on what to do or the plan.

She's a hired gun.

- You're lying.

- No. He's not.

- You're lying.

- No. I'm not.

Ok then, now what?

What you're going to do is...

I was saying...

Look here you...

Ok, please, one moment.

Please... let's start over.

That's beginning to be

our theme 'round here.

So, shoot. Tell me

what I need to know.

Tell me how I can

get out of this vault...

in a way that serves

my best interest.

Namely alive.

Ok, there are key codes stored

in the Palm Pilot...

that's rather precariously

in your possession.

The codes are for the computer terminal

locked inside the vault with you...

and on that computer,

with the correct code...

is the central electronic automatic

locking control for the vault door.

And the master lock-release...

for every safety-deposit box

you see around you.

That a' boy, now we're cooking

with gasoline.

Was that so hard? I mean really.

Yes. Yes, it was actually.

Shake it off Simon.

Now that we're a little better informed

with a bit of an attitude adjustment...

let's revisit my original question.

How do we do this?

Not bad.

- Excuse me?

- The way you played that. Not bad.

Do you think I laid it

on too thick there in the end?

- You blew it.

- I thought you just said...

I know I did, but then you blew it.

I'm sorry, what's that?

I mean, could you feel it?

That moment?

You had life by the balls.

You were in charge.

Hey Simon. I'm gonna have

to call you back.

You see! There, again.

The spark. Living life!

You, just then. Hanging up.

You just did it.

Seriously. I mean that's how life

gets the better of us.

It ends up running rough-shod

over us in small doses.

For example,

why pay $1.50...

to have access to

your twenty bucks? Screw 'em!

Exactly!

Think about it. They put

in an ATM machine...

basically does the work of, I dunno,

dozen people or more per branch.

And?

So, the bank lays these people off...

saving entire years worth of salary...

for dozens of people per bank,

per machine...

not to mention the money saved...

not paying these people's

insurance, benefits...

bonuses, pension,

welfare, taxes, nothing.

- Yeah?

- And for all this profit...

they have the audacity

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