The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story

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MAN:

Driver's name is Arthur Shea.

former Medford police officer,

Soon as his partner leaves with

the coal bag...

...Artie cracks The Herald,

and he don't look up till the guy gets back.

Marty MacGuire,

Cummins Armored courier.

Picks up every Wednesday and friday

at exactly 8:
12.

Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9.

And he's about to get robbed.

We're f***ed if we see a helicopter,

we're f***ed if we see SWAT.

We see a cruiser, stop, take out

the engine blocks, keep moving.

No one needs to get hurt.

Now, these guards

like to test you, though.

They want to get hurt for $10 an hour,

don't get in the way.

Let's go.

GLOANS:

Move!

JEM:
All right, now get away

from the counter!

Go! Go! Go! Everybody away!

Back against the wall.

GLOANS:

You! Away from the computer!

DOUG:
Give me the f***ing key!

JEM:
Back up! Back! Go! Go!

DOUG:
Get up! Get up!

JEM:
Get the f***ing door!

DEl:

Get on the ground!

-Get down on the ground.

JEM:
Get your f***ing ass on the ground!

DEl:

Move! Go, go, go, go!

JEM:
On the floor!

GLOANS:
l need everybody's BlackBerrys.

-Everybody on the floor.

DEl:
Slide your BlackBerrys up.

JEM:

Take off your f***ing shoes!

GLOANS:
BlackBerrys to the front!

Slide your f***ing phones up.

DEl:
The f*** you looking at?

GLOANS:
Take your shoes off.

DOUG:

Get the cash drawers. Let's go.

DEl:
Take off your f***ing shoes!

GLOANS:
Take off your shoes.

DOUG:
Bank manager, let's go.

Get up. Let's go.

Get up, come on, get up. Let's go.

Not you. You. Get up. Let's go.

Come on.

JEM:
You trying to be a hero?

BEARNS:
Jesus Christ!

DOUG:
When's the time lock set for?

-9:
00.

Don't lie to us, it's 8:15.

Listen, it's not your money.

You understand? Don't lie to us again.

GLOANS:
Hey, sweetheart, in the corner.

Get in the corner. You too, brother-man.

DOUG:

Go. Go.

No distress call. Open it clean.

-l'm sorry, l'm sorry. l'm sorry.

JEM:
Don't stall.

This guy a f***ing friend of yours?

Let's go!

l'm sorry, l'm sorry, l'm sorry.

DOUG:

Take your time, okay?

Breathe. Go.

JEM:

Okay, get back. Get out of the way.

[KNOCKING]

JEM:

Front door.

MAN:
Hello.

JEM:
Front door.

MAN:

Hey, you guys open?

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

DOUG:

We gotta go.

JEM:

Let's go. Let's bleach it up.

DOUG:
Go, go, go.

JEM:
Let's bleach it up.

DOUG:
Come on, let's go. We gotta go.

DEl:
Hold it. Silent alarm, this address.

JEM:
Who did it?

-Look, nobody did anything.

JEM:
What? Huh? What'd you say?

BEARNS:
Nobody did anything.

JEM:
You pull the alarm?

-No. No.

JEM:
Did you?

BEARNS:
l didn't pull any alarm.

JEM:
We were leaving,

you motherf***er! You f***!

DOUG:

Easy, easy. That's enough.

-All right? Easy.

JEM:
You f***!

You f***er. We were out the door,

you f***.

DOUG:

Let's go.

JEM:

Where's your purse?

DOUG:

What the f*** is this?

JEM:
The cops get us walled in,

we're gonna need her.

Sit down. Go.

DOUG:

Head for the boulevard.

You're gonna be okay.

All right? No one's gonna hurt you.

What's up?

Boosted a city work van.

Which still hasn't been reported stolen.

FRAWLEY:

Probably too busy working.

Used the van to screen the door.

Bleached the entire place for DNA.

Kills all the clothing fiber,

so we can't get a match.

Silent bell

came from cage number two.

Assistant manager's at Beth Israel.

Our guys waited for the time lock

to expire...

...then they had the manager

open sesame.

Under duress?

DINO:

l don't know.

FRAWLEY:

Ten foot steel safe.

Only as strong

as the guy with the key.

Found the dye packs and the tracers.

[PHONE RINGS]

Found the van. Torched.

-Where is it?

-Where do you think?

DEl:

Is that where we are now?

Where's Jem?

Stopped on the way

to light a couple house fires...

...stick up a liquor store, maybe,

l don't know.

-Are we taking hostages now?

-No, we're not taking hostages now.

-You gonna talk to this f***ing a**hole?

-For one thing

GLOANS:

Hey.

Speak of the f***ing devil.

DOUG:

You made it.

-Take the scenic route?

-We got a problem.

-What?

-Well, look.

DOUG:

So what?

DEl:
What's the matter?

Let me see that.

JEM:
F***.

GLOANS:
Oh, sh*t.

DEl:
See the address on that?

-B*tch lives four blocks away.

JEM:
Yeah, l know

where we are, Gloans. F***.

GLOANS:
We gonna see this b*tch

on the street every day?

She didn't see anything.

DEl:

Jesus, are you sure?

-Taking her for a ride didn't help.

-Yeah.

Oh, f***.

All right. l'm gonna handle it.

How you gonna handle this?

l'm gonna stalk her

like a f***ing A car, we'll find out.

-Find out what?

-lf she needs to get scared.

-She's already scared.

-Well, maybe not scared enough.

Thanks, Kathy.

Ms. Keesey. Special Agent Adam Frawley,

Violent Crimes and Robbery.

Derek here is gonna take some

elimination prints.

l see you've given

a preliminary statement.

l want to talk to you

about your abduction.

Okay.

-l understand they threatened you.

-Mm-hm.

One of them took my license.

And did you try to escape

at any point?

No.

ls there anything you can identify

about the men? Anything you'd testify to?

l didn't try to escape

because they had guns.

l understand.

Then they just let you go?

-Yeah. They just let me go.

FRAWLEY:
Thanks.

Should l have a lawyer here?

This isn't a very civil libertarian thing of me

to say, but anyone who lawyers up is guilty.

-l think you're all right.

-Okay.

FRAWLEY:
When someone endures

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