Inside Man

My name is Dalton Russell.

Pay strict attention to what I say

because I choose my words carefully

and I never repeat myself.

I've told you my name. That's the "who."

The "where" could most readily

be described as a prison cell.

But there's a vast difference

between being stuck in a tiny cell

and being in prison.

The "what" is easy.

Recently I planned and set in motion

events to execute the perfect bank robbery.

That's also the "when. "

As for the "why,"

beyond the obvious financial motivation,

it's exceedingly simple.

Because I can.

Which leaves us only with the "how. "

And therein, as the Bard would tell us,

lies the rub.

So, your mother tells me about

a certain young lady who's helping you

with the Triborough Bridge project?

- Okay?

- All right, okay.

He's crazy.

- Now? On 51st? 50...

Yeah, that's where he is right now.

He's on 40, he... No, he's still on 47th Street,

but it's a much smaller space.

What do I have to...

Yeah, we'll get lobster.

I'll put it on Mr Ansinori's card.

Whatever. It's a meeting

with one of his clients or something.

Because it's been like over a year now.

Yeah.

I want to snap this guy's neck,

I swear to God.

So what?

So what? They're flowers.

They could've been to his grandmother.

They could've been to me.

It's my birthday, so...

Okay, so maybe it's a client's.

Okay. This is funny.

I got this guy in front of me

that thinks I don't see him looking at me.

Fantastic. God damn it.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah.

Can you lower your voice

just a little bit, please?

You're getting a little loud on your phone.

Please.

Yeah. Fine.

I don't want you

disturbing the other customers.

- Sorry.

- All right?

- Yeah, you got it.

- Thank you.

It was a security guy.

I didn't know I was in a library.

It's a fucking bank.

Manhattan Trust.

...from Yale.

And this fucking rich prick I work for.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Sir?

Easy.

Everybody get down on the fucking floor!

Now!

Get down on the ground!

You have four seconds!

Anyone still standing gets shot!

One! Two! Three!

Back away from that counter!

Get your hand away from that button!

Put your hands on the floor! Now!

Oh... What the... What is this?

- Todd, what are we gonna do?

- What the f*ck do you want me to do?

Keep your head down, fat man!

- All right!

Get your fucking face on the floor!

You get the same treatment

as everyone else, Rabbi.

Get down.

Now, my friends and I are making

a very large withdrawal from this bank.

Anybody gets in our way

gets a bullet in the brain.

Lie down, old man!

Put your fucking hands down!

Get your face on the floor.

All right, I'm down! I'm down!

Hey, Officer,

there's smoke coming out of there.

Possible 10-30. Manhattan Trust.

I have got hostages.

You fucking cops come near this door,

I start killing people.

I not fucking kidding, man.

Central. Give me an 85.

Back up, sir! Back up! You!

Shit!

- Back up! Back up!

Stay around the corner!

Central, give me an 85.

Perp with a gun. Possible hostages.

I repeat, possible hostages.

Baby, I'm fighting for my life over here.

Keith, every time we have this conversation,

it's the same thing.

- "Not now. "

- Listen. Listen.

Do you know what kind of thin ice

I'm on right now

with this cheque-cashing thing?

They want to lock me up.

If this $140,000 doesn't show up

somewhere soon,

- things gonna get rough for me.

- But you didn't take it.

Of course I didn't take it, baby.

It's just some lying drug dealer

trying to save his own ass

by fucking me over.

- Eventually, it'll go away.

- Then what?

- What about us?

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