Sneakers

Transfer to 53-01138.

What'd we just do?

The Republican Party just made

a donation to the Black Panthers.

- Farm out.

- Right arm.

- Who's next?

- Let's see.

Richard Nixon's personal checking account

is in here.

This is a challenge.

Marty, we have to find somebody

truly worthy to give his money to.

How about the National Association

to Legalize Marijuana?

Perfect. How much should he give?

He's a generous man. I'd say,

all he's got. God, I'm hungry!

Marty...

...you're sure we will not

get into trouble for this?

Cosmo, trust me.

Posit:
The phone company

has too much money.

- Good one.

- Consequence?

They're corrupt. Result?

The system perpetuates itself

at the expense of the people.

- Conclusion?

- Ma Bell needs to donate some money.

We're gonna change the world.

I just wish we could get course credit

for this. Gosh!

You gotta eat. You want some food?

Loser goes.

I never lose.

Pepperoni pizza, please.

Shaken, not stirred.

- Power to the people, Cos.

- Power to the people, Marty.

One cannot trust anybody these days.

No, don't do this.

Marty! Marty!

Martin.

Martin.

It's time.

How're we doing?

Carl's in position on the fire escape.

Mother's in the cable vault.

Whistler is reading.

We're up.

What's with the lobby?

Still just the one guard.

Okay, Mother,

try the ones coming off the blue trunk.

Nope.

Try the ones coming off the white trunk.

These don't sound right.

Hold on.

We even have photos

of the guy leaving the embassy...

...through the back service entrance.

Hey, Crease, you on?

Yeah, I'm on.

Were you still in the CIA in '72?

Yeah, why?

Did you know the Deputy

Director of Planning...

...was in Managua, Nicaragua,

the day before the earthquake?

What are you saying?

The CIA caused the Managua earthquake?

I can't prove it, but...

I can't talk to that guy.

Hold on, Mother. Go back one.

Bingo!

Securing bridge clips.

Preparing to sever master alarm circuit.

Five, four...

I looked in that box just now.

There wasn't anything there.

Nice bank?

You wouldn't believe what I had to do

to get a safe deposit box.

Sh*t. We're gettin' too old for this.

- Westguard Security.

- Yeah, I got a fire at Centurion Bank.

We got the alarm. Are there any

secondary indications? Smoke or flame?

No.

Probably a false alarm. We've been

getting them in your area all night.

- See if it resets.

- Man, I don't know.

- Sure you know which one to cut?

- Yes! The alarm's always the green one.

Good, Carl.

I'm not waitin' any longer.

I'm callin' the fire...

It stopped. Sorry.

- No problem. And, son?

- Sir?

- Good work.

- Thank you, sir.

All yours, Bish.

So, how much do you want?

$80,000, $90,000, $100,000.

Okay.

May I ask why you're closing

your account with us today, sir?

I just had this weird feeling

that my money wasn't safe here anymore.

Gentlemen, your communication lines

are vulnerable.

Fire exits need to be monitored.

Your rent-a-cops are a tad undertrained.

Outside of that,

everything seems to be fine.

You'll get our full report in a few days.

But first, who's got my check?

So, people hire you

to break into their places...

...to make sure no one

can break into their places?

It's a living.

Not a very good one.

Thank you.

Is that him?

Yeah, that's him.

Who's got the report for the bank sneak?

- I'm gonna type it up later.

- You are?

We haven't paid the typist since January,

so it's me or Whistler.

- Better Whistler.

- We've got customers.

- Shoes?

- Expensive.

Look busy, guys.

- Mr. Bishop. Dick Gordon.

- Hi.

- Buddy Wallace.

- Hi.

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