Heat Quotes

Vincent Hanna: What are you, a monk?

Neil McCauley: I have a woman.

Vincent Hanna: What do you tell her?

Neil McCauley: I tell her I'm a salesman.

Vincent Hanna: So then, if you spot me coming around that corner... you just gonna walk out on this woman? Not say good bye?

Neil McCauley: That's the discipline.

Vincent Hanna: That's pretty vacant, you know.

Neil McCauley: Yeah, it is what it is. It's that or we both better go do something else, pal.

Vincent Hanna: I don't know how to do anything else.

Neil McCauley: Neither do I.

Vincent Hanna: I don't much want to either.

Neil McCauley: Neither do I.

Justine Hanna: I guess the earth shattered?

Vincent Hanna: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home?

Justine Hanna: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it?

Vincent Hanna: You don't wanna know.

Justine Hanna: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face.

Vincent Hanna: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on.

Justine Hanna: You never told me I'd be excluded.

Vincent Hanna: I told you, when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet.

Justine Hanna: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs.

Vincent Hanna: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come on, let's share that, and in sharing it, we'll somehow, er, cathartically dispel all that heinous shit". Right?

[pause]

Vincent Hanna: Wrong.

Neil McCauley: Take off your shirt.

Dr. Bob: What?

Neil McCauley: Take off your shirt.

Dr. Bob: My - my God - my daughter gave it to me for Father's Day...

Neil McCauley: I don't give a shit who gave it to you, take it off!

Neil McCauley: Chris. Hey - Chris. Listen to me. Nate's gonna pick you up. He's gonna take you to his place.

Chris Shiherlis: Where's Charlene?

Neil McCauley: We gotta get outta here. We're all over the six o'clock news. We gotta get outta here.

Chris Shiherlis: I'm not going with... out her.

Neil McCauley: Think about that. I will meet you at Nate's.

Chris Shiherlis: Where're you going?

Neil McCauley: I gotta find out if our out got spilled along with every other damn thing.

Chris Shiherlis: Who did it?

Neil McCauley: Who wasn't there? Trejo. - I'll see you at Nate's.

Hooker: Hey baby, time to go.

Waingro: Showed you a good time, didn't I?

Hooker: Oh yeah. You fly. You cool.

Waingro: You're lying to me. I can always tell when people lie to me.

Hooker: I ain't lying. You're a hot dog. A regular rodeo rider. And this was the monster fuck of my young life.

Donald Breedan: Haven't got my break yet, man.

Solenko, Restaurant Manager: Cisco and Pancho didn't show. Haul out the garbage, mop up the back, take your break later.

Donald Breedan: [mutters under his breath] Piece of shit.

Donald Breedan: Pick up!

Lauren Gustafson: Mom, my barrettes are not on the couch!

Justine Hanna: Wear the blue ones!

Lauren Gustafson: I don't want to wear the blue ones. They don't match!

Justine Hanna: Did you check the bathroom?

Lauren Gustafson: I checked everywhere.

Justine Hanna: [looking at newspaper] What do you want me to do?

Lauren Gustafson: Find them!

Lauren Gustafson: [after 1 second of waiting for a response] Mom! Pay attention!

Justine Hanna: All right, sweetie. All right!

Lauren Gustafson: Daddy's going to be here! I can't be late!

Justine Hanna: You won't be late.

Lauren Gustafson: *I will be late!*

Lillian Breedan: I met the manager. Is that the boss?

Donald Breedan: I did time for what that motherfucker does every day!

Lillian Breedan: Baby - can you just handle it till we find you something new? Can you do that?

Donald Breedan: Ain't a hard time been invented that I cannot handle... What you hangin' with me for, Lily?

Lillian Breedan: Because I'm proud of you.

Donald Breedan: [snickers] You're proud of me? What the hell're you proud of me for?

Lillian Breedan: Come on home.

[McCauley, Shiherlis, and Cheritto enter the lobby of the Far East Bank from different entrances, disguised as customers. Shiherlis steps up to the desk. Cheritto coughs, signalling for him and McCauley to put on their ski masks. At the desk, Shiherlis suddenly spins around and attacks one security guard, and McCauley and Cheritto draw their guns, while Shiherlis ties up and disarms the guard he has tackled, then puts his mask on]

Neil McCauley: [draws his gun on another guard] Don't move! Don't fuckin' move! Put your hands in the air! Put your hands in the air! Put 'em up!

[the terrified guard puts his hands up]

Neil McCauley: Get on your knees! Get on your knees!

[McCauley binds the guard's hands behind his back and then pushes him to the ground. McCauley then gets up on the top of one of the desks]

Neil McCauley: We want to hurt no one! We're here for the bank's money, not your money. Your money is insured by the federal government, you're not gonna lose a dime! Think of your families, don't risk your life. Don't try and be a hero!

Richard Torena: I get killed for telling you this shit.

Vincent Hanna: ...killed walking your doggie!

Vincent Hanna: You know, we are sitting here, you and I, like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we've been face to face, if I'm there and I gotta put you away, I won't like it. But I tell you, if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow, brother, you are going down.

Neil McCauley: There is a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second.

Chris Shiherlis: When are you gonna get some furniture?

Neil McCauley: When I get around to it.

Chris Shiherlis: When are you gonna get a lady?

Neil McCauley: When I get around to it.

[first lines]

Construction Clerk: Check, charge, or cash?

Eady: You travel a lot?

Neil McCauley: Yeah.

Eady: Traveling makes you lonely?

Neil McCauley: I'm alone, I am not lonely.

Vincent Hanna: So you never wanted a regular type life?

Neil McCauley: What the fuck is that? Barbeques and ballgames?

Vincent Hanna: My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.

Neil McCauley: A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?

Charlene Shiherlis: What else are you selling?

Sgt. Drucker: All kinds of shit. But I don't have to sell this and you know it, 'cause this kind of shit here sells itself.

Sgt. Drucker: You recognize the MO?

Vincent Hanna: M.O.? Is that they're good... Once it escalated into a murder one beef for all of 'em after they killed the first two guards, they didn't hesitate. Pop guard number three because... what difference does it make? Why leave a living witness? Drop of a hat these guys will rock and roll...

Neil McCauley: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from?

Chris Shiherlis: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something?

Neil McCauley: Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.

[from a deleted scene:]

Neil McCauley: And I am double the worst trouble you ever had.

Alan Marciano: Why'd I get mixed up with that bitch?

Vincent Hanna: Cause she's got a great ass... and you got your head all the way up it! Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me.

[McCauley calls Van Zant on the phone]

Roger Van Zant: What are you doing?

Neil McCauley: What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty telephone.

Roger Van Zant: I don't understand.

Neil McCauley: 'Cause there is a dead man on the other end of this fuckin' line

Michael Cheritto: What do you want to be when you grow up, honey?

Linda Cherrito: I don't know.

Michael Cheritto: She doesn't know. Just like me, I don't know either.

Justine Hanna: In a way, you're a party to this.

Vincent Hanna: Oh yeah, I made Ralph fuck you because it makes me feel good.

Albert Torena: Where's your empathy, brother? It's a substance abuse problem.

Vincent Hanna: Empathy was yesterday. Today, you're wasting my motherfucking time.

Richard Torena: There's this cat I was locked up with in Folsom: did a couple, two-three years. He got out, and I ran into him.

Vincent Hanna: [pauses, waiting for Richard to continue] And so?

Richard Torena: He's a big fiend for action. Now if he'd said nothin', I'd have thought nothin'. But he goes on and on running down to me about how he ain't been doing nothin' and nothin's been going on and all this other bullshit, so right then and there I know: this cat's got somethin' goin' down.

Vincent Hanna: [long pause] Pretty fuckin' great.

Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Albert, what's wrong with you? You drag me here, waste my time like this.

Vincent Hanna: [to Richard] You saw a guy, on the street, who's an ex-con?

Richard Torena: That's right.

Vincent Hanna: Well I am... over-fuckin' whelmed. What d'you want for that, a junior g-man badge?

Richard Torena: Hey man, you gonna make the call on them Porsches or what?

Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Is he fucking kidding me?

[gets up to leave]

Vincent Hanna: Are you Alan Marciano?

Alan Marciano: Yea. And who the fuck are you?

Vincent Hanna: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?

Neil McCauley: You lookin' to become a penologist?

Vincent Hanna: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you?

Neil McCauley: You must've worked some dipshit crews.

Vincent Hanna: I worked all kinds.

Neil McCauley: You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?

Vincent Hanna: No, I do not.

Neil McCauley: Right. I am never goin' back.

Vincent Hanna: Then don't take down scores.

[last lines]

Neil McCauley: Told you I'm never going back...

Vincent Hanna: Yeah.

Vincent Hanna: I got an idea... of what they're looking at.

Vincent Hanna: You wanna know what they're looking at?

Vincent Hanna: I mean - is this guy something, or is he something?

Vincent Hanna: This crew is good.

Vincent Hanna: You know what they're looking at?

Schwartz: What?

Vincent Hanna: Us. The L-A-P-D. Po-lice Department... We just got made.

Roger Van Zant: Who are you?

Waingro: Waingro. My name's Waingro.

Roger Van Zant: I've been living in the office day and night, how well do you know him?

Waingro: Oh, we took some major scores together.

Roger Van Zant: [nods slowly] How come I haven't heard from him?

Waingro: Well, he's probably busy right now. But he's real thorough. He ain't gon' forget about you.

Roger Van Zant: Oh that's reassuring.

[Waingro chuckles]

Neil McCauley: Gimme the key!

Bank Guy: What key?

[Neil socks bank guy in the face, who tumbles backwards, and extracts the necessary key; the bank guy struggles in pain]

Neil McCauley: Don't move! Sit there. Sit there! Let it bleed.

Neil McCauley: [has gun on a severely injured Waingro]

Neil McCauley: Look at me. *Look at me!*

Waingro: [doesn't want to and whimpers]

Neil McCauley: Look at me!

Waingro: [slowly pathetically looks upward]

Neil McCauley: [fires two shots into Waingro's chest]

Waingro: [makes some wild horrible gasping sound]

Neil McCauley: [aims upward and fires a third shot, this one into Waingro's head]

[the armored car is approaching the robbers]

Trejo: Here we go.

[McCauley starts to perform a three-point turn with the ambulance, to block the armored car. Shiherlis and Waingro start up their tow truck, and speed towards the stopped car. The driver looks up just as the truck broadsides the car, turning it over. The car skids across the parking lot of a rental car dealer, crushing several cars. As the dust settles, the men put on hockey masks and come out, guns drawn, and Chris starts hammering an explosive charge into the rear doors]

Armoured Guard: [into his radio] 211! 211! We're being held up!

[as the men stand guard, Shiherlis listens to the police scanner]

Police Scanner: 211, armored car...

[Shiherlis picks up his radio]

Chris Shiherlis: There's the call. Three minutes.

[He starts the clock and tosses it to McCauley]

Chris Shiherlis: Clear!

[He presses the detonator several times, setting off the explosive charge. The blast blows open the truck's back doors, and shatters a row of windows on all of the cars in the parking lot. He then pulls the guards out of the truck, and Waingro takes them hostage. Shiherlis goes into the truck and locates the sheets of bearer bonds. As they wait, Waingro keeps the guards frozen in place by holding a Star Megastar handgun on them, and McCauley checks the time, while Trejo deploys a spike strip across the street]

Neil McCauley: 80 seconds left!

Waingro: [to the guards] Get back. Get back!

[pistol-whips the first guard. Cheritto gives him a disapproving look]

Michael Cheritto: Hey slick, see that shit comin' outta their ears? They can't fucking hear you! Cool it!

[Shiherlis finds the last of the sheets he needs, and exits the armored car]

Chris Shiherlis: All right guys! Let's go!

[Waingro continues to train his gun on the guards]

Waingro: You had to fuck with me.

[pause]

Waingro: You wanna fuck with me?

[shoots the first guard in the head. The second guard starts to reach for his ankle holster, and McCauley empties his gun into the guard's chest. Cheritto trains his gun on the third guard. With a nod from McCauley, Cheritto gives the guard a double tap to the chest. He then steps up and delivers a final shot to the head]

Richard Torena: I'm a good citizen.

Vincent Hanna: I'm Donald Duck!

Vincent Hanna: You know what? Neil is gone. Bam! Flying like a bird.

Detective Casals: Vincent, how do you? We still got bait. Maybe some time.

Vincent Hanna: Got. Got. What've we got? *What've we got?* Bon voyage, motherfucker. You were good. I'm going to the hotel. Gonna take a shower. Gonna sleep, for a month.

Nate: What happened out there?

Neil McCauley: Don't ask...

Sergeant Heinz: You taking this one, Lieutenant? Or does it stay in Division?

Vincent Hanna: Does this look like gangbangers working the local 7-11 to you? Robbery-Homicide's taking it.

Chris Shiherlis: Charlene's gonna leave me.

Neil McCauley: Why?

Chris Shiherlis: Not enough steaks in the freezer.

[Neil asks Donald to fill in for Trejo]

Donald Breedan: Yeah man. Fuck it. You on.

Neil McCauley: [about dreams] I have one where I'm drowning. And I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep.

Vincent Hanna: You know what that's about?

Neil McCauley: Yeah. Having enough time.

Vincent Hanna: Enough time? To do what you wanna do?

Neil McCauley: That's right.

Vincent Hanna: You doin' it now?

Neil McCauley: No, not yet.

Waingro: [in diner] Anyone want some pie?

[no response, Chris sees something out the window]

Trejo: I gotta go use the john.

[gets up and Cheritto goes to sit where Trejo was at the end of the table]

Neil McCauley: [enters the diner. Trejo returns, Cheritto gets up, Trejo takes his place as Cheritto sits down next to Chris. Neil sits down next to Waingro, waiting for an explanation]

Waingro: I had to get it on. He was making a move. *I had to get it on.*

Neil McCauley: [takes Waingro by the head and smashes his face in the table. A country western trucker like guy with glasses a couple tables over looks over at the commotion]

Michael Cheritto: [shoots the guy a look and the guy returns to looking at his paper]

Neil McCauley: [grabs Waingro by the hair but lets go. Waingro groans/sighs in disgust] Split's in the car. Took it out of ours, evenly. To make up for his full end. Because I want to pay off and get rid of this motherfucker right now.

[Everyone gets up, Waingro angrily grabbing his jacket. Cherrito makes sure Waingro is ahead of him and everyone walks out of the diner]

Neil McCauley: [after walking past two pillars spins around and punches Waingro in the stomach. He grabs Waingro by the nose and drags him between a lot of cars]

Trejo: [opens up a car trunk lined with garbage bags]

Neil McCauley: [forces Waingro to the ground, kicks him, holds him down, and draws his pistol out]

Michael Cheritto: HOLD IT!

Neil McCauley: [looks up to see a police car coming down the street. He hides his gun and walks up a bit to see where the cop car is headed. It suddenly turns around and goes back down the highway]

Neil McCauley: [turns back to see that Waingro is gone]

Vincent Hanna: So, what do you got for me?

Richard Torena: Before we even get into that, there's something we gotta get straight. There's a garage over off Sunset and Fig'. Now if someone were to pay it a visit tonight, they might find a pair of Turbos and a 911 Slope.

Vincent Hanna: You're looking to rid yourself of your competition.

Richard Torena: Well lemme put it another way, cousin. How do I know, that when I tell you what you wanna know, that you're gonna do what I need fucking done?

Albert Torena: Richard, look! Vincent's cool man! He and I have dealings all the time, brother!

Vincent Hanna: [puts his arm around Richard's shoulders] I ain't your cousin you rat motherfucker. And you know, because I *say* you know!

Neil McCauley: [talking privately in the back of the diner] I'm looking for a driver that can handle scanners and a radio right now today, you remember the drill?

Donald Breedan: Yeah man sure

Neil McCauley: You cool?

Donald Breedan: You know I'm cool

Neil McCauley: One answer right now, yes or no?

Donald Breedan: Yeah fuck it, you're on

Neil McCauley: Out back in five

Vincent Hanna: [while walking into their office at their police precinct] They dumped all our surveillance?

Detective Casals: Yeah, at the same time 9PM

Vincent Hanna: I had coffee with McCauley half an hour ago

Detective Casals: We were on you, then he drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over because of flight paths his car's still there he's gone

Chris Shiherlis: [to Neil with the rest of their crew present, next to their van, referring to how they'll find funding for the bank robbery] How are we going "bank" the bank job?

Neil McCauley: I'll front that that's not a problem

Michael Cheritto: what the hell happens to Van Zant's seven fifty?

Neil McCauley: With the heat we got now you want to play world war two in the streets with Van Zant?

Michael Cheritto: No I want my seven fifty he gets a pass?

Neil McCauley: I got more motivation to whack Van Zant than either of you right now he is a fucking luxury

Michael Cheritto: I'll roll with you Neil whatever

Neil McCauley: No not on this one, on this one you're on your own

Michael Cheritto: You figure this is the best thing to do?

Neil McCauley: I got plans I'm going away after this for me the reward is worth the stretch but Elaine takes good care of you, you got plenty put away, T-Bonds real estate if I were you I would be smart, I'd cut loose of this

Vincent Hanna: [Examing the armored car robbery's crime scene] Find the ambulance?

Detective Casals: They dumped it four blocks from here they torched it guns, clothes everything.

Bosko: [Referring to news reporters] They were airborne they taped the last few seconds of the black and whites to a demolition derby

[Vincent points to the tow truck]

Bosko: It was stolen out of Fresno two weeks ago a yellow pick up truck out of Witter the day before yesterday we got three motorists all they saw was men with masks, console TV man he was closer.

Vincent Hanna: did he ID anybody?

Bosko: he was hiding he heard most of it.

Vincent Hanna: [Looking at the dead armor car guards] What about them?

Bosko: According to TV man this guy started mouthing off some body called the guard "slick", this guy here has got what it appears to be a double tapped entry wound to the sternum entry wounds to the head means close range probably executed and it was a million six in bearer bonds ignored the loose cash.

Vincent Hanna: Because they had no time because they were on the clock which means they knew our response time to a two eleven had our hair mobilized it enter escape in under three minutes its a good spot here they got good escape routes two freeways within a quarter of a mile.

Detective Casals: traffic video camera?

Vincent Hanna: Probably disabled check it anyway

[Referring to the explosives used on the armor car door]

Vincent Hanna: The shape charge indicates they are technically proficient, proficient enough to go in on the prowl

[to Drucker]

Vincent Hanna: Lets start looking at recent highline burglaries that are mystified

[to Casals]

Vincent Hanna: Run "slick as" an alias through the FBI even the phone book do it anyway

[to Drucker]

Vincent Hanna: Who's moving the bearer bonds? Check the usual fences you and I will check Cusamano and Torina.

[to Schwartz]

Vincent Hanna: I want you to take Goldstein and Al Farrell.

[to Bosko]

Vincent Hanna: Hang in forensics from the bomb squad I want the explosive if we're lucky its exotic and we can trace the sale

Neil McCauley: [after seeing her with another man a leave Motel room] Who was that guy?

Charlene Shiherlis: Nobody.

Neil McCauley: [Angrily] Who was that guy?

Charlene Shiherlis: [Nervously] Nobody.

Neil McCauley: Who is he?

Charlene Shiherlis: His a broker from Las Vegas

Neil McCauley: Chris is going to straighten it up with you.

Charlene Shiherlis: It's too late I'm sick of it.

Neil McCauley: [shouting] SHUT UP, here's the deal: You'll give Chris one last shot. If he fucks up, I'll finance setting you up any way you want. Dominick too; and my word counts, but you will give him the shot. Now clean up and go home.

Charlene Shiherlis: It's because I'm married to a gambling junkie who won't listen

Chris Shiherlis: Get in the fucking car

Charlene Shiherlis: What am I doing in this rat bastard relationship?

Chris Shiherlis: What do you want from me? Leave the bank book, the car keys and the kitchen on your way out the door

Charlene Shiherlis: You keep that up and Dominic will go with me

Neil McCauley: [on Kelso's porch] What is it?

Kelso: [confined to a wheelchair] It's a bank, the depot's cash for distribution on Thursdays to the other branches to cover Friday's payroll checks so on Thursday's the command branch has got a full whack

Neil McCauley: On the prowl or strong?

Kelso: Strong through the front door

Neil McCauley: How many guys?

Kelso: Four or three plus a driver, you walk in you knock the guards over and you walk out,

Neil McCauley: You want a hundred advance plus ten percent cut for that? Sounds like an address to a "cowboy score" they hit the holdup alarms I've got to get out before the cops show, what that is that?

Kelso: They have three multiple alarm systems, two telco and a cellular but the signals aren't going anywhere because the night before you cut in and trick out the alarm system's computer to turn itself and the video recorders off twenty minutes before you walk in the door

Neil McCauley: What about architectural and electrical engineering plans?

Kelso: I got all the schematics

Neil McCauley: What's the estimate?

Kelso: 12.1 To 12.2 million

Neil McCauley: [In a diner] you live in this neighborhood?

Eady: No, I live above Sunset Plaza, it's a little house I rent and it's a little rundown but has a beautiful view, what about you?

Neil McCauley: I live in Venice Boulevard, where's your family originally from?

Eady: We're Scots Irish, they immigrated to America in the late seventeen hundreds, where are you originally from?

Neil McCauley: Bay area.

Eady: Are your folks there?

Neil McCauley: My mother died a long time ago I don't know where my father is. I have a brother somewhere but sounds like you have a tight family I can tell. In L.A. the city of lights, in Fuji they have these iridescent algae that come out once a year in the water, it looks like L.A. at night.

Eady: You've been there?

Neil McCauley: No, I'm going there some day.

Eady: [Their first meeting in a restaurant] What are you reading?

Neil McCauley: A book about metals

Eady: What kind of work do you do?

Neil McCauley: Lady, why are you so interested in what I read or what I do?

Eady: I've seen you in the book store from time to time, I work there, if you don't want to talk to me that's ok, I'm sorry I bothered you

Neil McCauley: I didn't mean to be rude. I didn't recognize you. I work in metals I'm a salesman, you like working there?

Eady: Sure, I get a discount there's a whole section of books in my area.

Neil McCauley: What area is that?

Eady: Graphic design, the store's a day job until I got enough going.

Neil McCauley: Who do you do that for?

Eady: A restaurant, their menus and a small record label their CD covers, I've done two so far.

Neil McCauley: You go to school for that?

Eady: Yeah I went to Parsons

Neil McCauley: Where's that?

Eady: New York City

Neil McCauley: How long you've been here?

Vincent Hanna: You were supposed to get back to me last night, where the fuck have you been?

Albert Torena: I couldn't break free

Sgt. Drucker: Let's violate his ass right now

Vincent Hanna: I "do" for you, you don't "do" for me is that it?

Albert Torena: I swear I was out all night generating leads and shit for you, I'm cutting it real smooth. I'm a dancer

Sgt. Drucker: Bullshit, you're a speed freak you're jacking amphetamines again

Vincent Hanna: Did you fall in love last night? Just tell me that, I'll buy that

Albert Torena: I swear my brother Richard's is going to talk to you, he'll meet you tonight he'll meet you at BJ'S at 2AM

Vincent Hanna: You be there too

Neil McCauley: [in Neil's living room. referring to the jobs they pulled] with everything we've been doing?

Chris Shiherlis: Vegas and Super bowl cleaned me out

Neil McCauley: You got something else on the side?

Chris Shiherlis: Nothing regular.

Neil McCauley: Charlene got something else on the side?

Chris Shiherlis: No.

Neil McCauley: You sure?

Chris Shiherlis: Yeah I'm sure

Donald Breedan: [in a diner] My parole officer told me to come by here because he had a job for me

Solenko, Restaurant Manager: I was told your familiar with this type of operation

Donald Breedan: Yeah I'm a great grill man

Solenko, Restaurant Manager: [with his back towards Donald] Good, good for you, you'll mop out the toilets empty the dish washers bust tables and empty the garbage too, if you give me a hard time I'll report you loaded, drunk, stealing and violate you back so fast your head will spin, twenty five percent of your tips kicks back to me, rules of the game, you change in the back

Neil McCauley: [Over the phone] Hey it's me

Eady: Hey, I was wondering when you'd call

Neil McCauley: I've been busy, can I see you?

Eady: I was afraid that was just one night you know?

Neil McCauley: Not for me it wasn't

Eady: Yeah me neither

Neil McCauley: Can I come by?

Eady: Yeah

Neil McCauley: Did you have a good time?

Eady: No.

Neil McCauley: Why not?

Eady: I'm not good at meeting people.

Neil McCauley: You met me, take off with me for a while

Eady: Where are we going?

Neil McCauley: New Zealand.

Eady: When?

Neil McCauley: I have to separately but you'll meet me there.

Eady: What about my job?

Neil McCauley: You don't need money I got plenty, you could set up a studio and do work there

Eady: I don't know.

Neil McCauley: What's there to know?

Eady: Are you married?

Neil McCauley: What?

Eady: You come and go.

Neil McCauley: Last thing I am is married. I'm a needle starting at zero, and all of a sudden someone like you comes along.

Eady: You don't know me.

Neil McCauley: I know enough come with me.

Eady: What's wrong?

Neil McCauley: Nothing's wrong everything's right, will you go?

Eady: Yeah.

Neil McCauley: Good

[they kiss]

Alan Marciano: [in Alan's office] LAPD? This is Las Vegas, you don't even have jurisdiction here. I don't know who you guys think you're pushing around, but I know people here.

Vincent Hanna: [Turns Alan's head around to see the Las Vegas cop] Las Vegas PD takes you into custody, you are extradited to Newark on a New Jersey warrant for smuggling cigarettes from North Carolina three years ago or you go to work for us, cut and dry that is it.

Alan Marciano: You can't tie me to her.

Sgt. Drucker: Who needs to? Because your ass is on a plane back to New Jersey jag off.

Vincent Hanna: So, no big thing, all I want is her husband and his whole fucking crew.

Nate: [to Neil looking at personnel files of Vincent] He's a hot dog. Graduate school, marine corps. Lieutenant in Robbery-Homicide, major crimes unit. He's taken down some heavy crews. Blew away Frankie Yonder in Chicago and he was a fucking maniac. He was working narcotics before that. That's the problem. He's divorced twice, current wife's Justine. He's why the extra heat. The vice sergeant says Hanna likes you, thinks you're some kind of star. You do this sharp, you do that sharp. Look how sharp this guy is to figure that.

Neil McCauley: [Chuckles]

Nate: Funny as a heart attack, man. Three marriages . What the fuck do you think that means? He likes staying home? Means he's one of those guys out there, prowling around all night, dedicated. With this guy, this much heat, you should pass.

Neil McCauley: It's worth the stretch.

Nate: This guy can hit or miss. You can't miss once. Are you sure?

Neil McCauley: I am sure.

Trejo: [Over the phone] There's cops all over me, man. They're on me like a cheap suit, I can't dump 'em.

Neil McCauley: Did they see you spot them?

Trejo: No, no, they're doing parallels. I can try to dump 'em again.

Neil McCauley: How are we going to know if you did? If you didn't you'll draw them to us. Head for Ventura, pull them out of here.

Trejo: All right. Hey, I'm sorry, man. Last thing I want to do is let you down.

Neil McCauley: [after the bank robbery in his clinic] So, how is he?

Dr. Bob: [Treating Chris after having been shot] He's got blood loss and shock, so I'll give him some morphine for the pain.

Neil McCauley: What's the bottom line?

Dr. Bob: It's mostly tissue damage which is good, but his clavicle is fractured, can he rest for a while?

Neil McCauley: Six to seven hours.

Dr. Bob: That's it?

Neil McCauley: That's it.

Neil McCauley: [Found Trejo beaten and bloodied in Trejo's home] Who did it?

Trejo: They had Anna, man.

Neil McCauley: Who had Anna?

Trejo: Waingro.

Neil McCauley: Waingro? On his own?

Trejo: For someone.

Neil McCauley: Who?

Trejo: The other he worked for.

[mutters Van Zant]

Neil McCauley: Van Zant?

Trejo: Yeah, Van Zant.

Neil McCauley: Are you sure?

Trejo: Van Zant.

Neil McCauley: Did you say anything about how we're getting out?

Trejo: I don't think so.

Neil McCauley: Come on.

Trejo: I don't remember, Neil.

Neil McCauley: I'll call a medic.

Trejo: I'm not gonna make it. I can't feel nothing. My Anna's gone, she's gone. Don't leave me like this, Neil. Please, holmes. Don't leave me like this.

Neil McCauley: [executes Trejo]

Nate: [Over the phone] Are you on a cellular or a hard line?

Neil McCauley: Cellular, It's a new one

Nate: Your guy lives in Hillside Terrace in Encino, 10725

Neil McCauley: 10725

Neil McCauley: What about Chris?

Nate: He's at my place

Neil McCauley: Next, Waingro

Nate: You got the time?

Neil McCauley: I'll make time, I'll need a new "out" laid out

Vincent Hanna: [Referring to Neil] Someone somewhere is trying to put together a new way out for him

Detective Casals: You don't think he already had one already laid out?

Vincent Hanna: Sure he did, would you trust yours after this afternoon?

Detective Casals: How much time we got?

Vincent Hanna: Eight to ten hours tops

Nate: [Hands Neil an envelope with new ID's] Passports, traveler's checks, plastic. The plane, charter terminal, LAX, hangar 17. Call letters are 1011 Sierra. Touches down, holds for you five minutes, then splits. The plane will stand an FAA check. Filed a flight plan that works.

Neil McCauley: Hey, where's Chris?

Nate: He's gone.

Neil McCauley: What?

Neil McCauley: Said he's going on his own. Went to look for Charlene.

Neil McCauley: Didn't you bring him here?

Nate: Yeah, I brought him here.

Neil McCauley: What happened?

Nate: It's a free country, brother.

Nate: [Discussing the amount of money stolen from the armored car robbery] A million six forty cents on the dollar six hundred forty thousand to you and another fifty front money I'll get you the rest in three days

Neil McCauley: [Looking at a name on a vanilla envelop] Malibu Equity Investments

Nate: They run investment portfolio for offshore drug money

Neil McCauley: What'd we got?

Nate: We ripped off his bearer bonds

Neil McCauley: His got insurance.

Nate: That's the point, he collects a hundred percent from the insurance, he is a "player" and maybe buys his bonds back from us for sixty percent of their value make forty percent on top of the hundred percent but instead of selling it back to him we sell it out on the street that's an extra three hundred thousand to you.

Neil McCauley: Try it on.

Charlene Shiherlis: [after first arriving at the the safe house] so what now?

Sgt. Drucker: [referring to Alan Marciano] well he's right if you want "out", this is "out", even if you have to betray Chris

Charlene Shiherlis: [sarcastically] no shit

Sgt. Drucker: [to Charlene in the safe house, referring to if she'll accept their deal or not] one answer: what's it going to be?

Charlene Shiherlis: [tearfully, slightly nods]

Charlene Shiherlis: [upon entering the safe with Alan, while carrying Dominick, startled to see police officers already waiting inside, realizing he set her up to be turned into the police] you slimy piece of shit

Alan Marciano: you wanted out from under right? You're scared to death right? If you want "out" this is "out"

Charlene Shiherlis: [referring to how he will be benefited from turning her into the police] yeah what's your end?

Harry Dieter: [walking behind him holding a piece of paper inside the offices at their police precinct] hey you guys working on a case on a Neil McCauley? This C.I Hugh Benny just called in on a bank their looking at or something

Detective Casals: [turns around stunned and reads the details on the piece of paper and yells to Vincent from across the room] Far East National Bank at 11:30

Vincent Hanna: [over the phone, after giving him instructions on how to set up a trap to catch Neil, referring to the gun shot wound he sustained during the shootout against Neil and his crew after the bank robbery] ok, how you feeling?

Schwartz: [looking at his right arm bandaged and wrapped in a sling] banged up but I'll live

Sgt. Drucker: [after introducing himself as she first enters the safe house] do you want to put Dominick in the bedroom?

Charlene Shiherlis: [while putting Dominick on a couch] he stays with me

[Neil breaks into Van Zant's home and points a gun at him]

Neil McCauley: Waingro, where is he?

[Van Zant says nothing]

Neil McCauley: [shouts] Where is he?

Roger Van Zant: How the hell would I know?

[Neil shoots him three times, killing him]

Detective Casals: [walking around a metal container storage lot in the Los Angeles Harbor with Vincent, Drucker, Bosko, and Schwartz, recreating where Neil was walking and looking at with Michael and Chris] they were looking back in this direction, a container facility? what cartage theft? Too visible, too "low ball" for them.

Bosko: next door is a oil refinery, over there is scrap yard

Schwartz: oil refinery, pays only by check, no cash around, same for the scrap yard.

Vincent Hanna: [sarcastically] maybe they're stealing hub caps

Vincent Hanna: [looking in all directions] a oil refinery and a scrap yard, what the hell is going on?

Bosko: that's what we're trying to figure out, we thought we had them

Waingro: [meeting Waingro for the first time, while driving a tow truck] you guys always work together?

Michael Cheritto: all the time

Waingro: real tight crew huh?

Michael Cheritto: real tight

Waingro: yeah if this works good I'd consider going again you know?

Michael Cheritto: stop talking ok, slick?

Neil McCauley: [over the radio, referring to the armored car] how's he doing?

Trejo: [over the radio, while following the armored car] a hundred percent, right on schedule, made a right on Venice Boulevard, we're a mile and half from you

Neil McCauley: ok

Trejo: just crossed over the number one lane, three hundred yards from you now

Neil McCauley: get set

Michael Cheritto: I am

Trejo: here we go

Neil McCauley: [after the armored car robbery, while they get undressed inside the ambulance, referring to the armored car guard he unnecessarily shot] what the fuck were you doing?

Waingro: the guy was making a move

Neil McCauley: [angrily, while grabbing him by his shirt] dumb mother fucker

Vincent Hanna: [over the phone in his car] tell me Albert Torena called

Detective Casals: [to Drucker at the police precinct] Albert Torena call Vincent?

Sgt. Drucker: no

Detective Casals: no, report came in: the explosive was Dye-ex, linear shaped charge, used in demolition, you can pick it up with a driver's license in Nevada, Arizona, Mexico, too common to trace the sale

Vincent Hanna: [sarcastically] oh that's wonderful

Justine Hanna: what happened? Where you been?

Vincent Hanna: work, Lauren's dad show up?

Justine Hanna: didn't call, didn't show

Justine Hanna: we waited for you until ten thirty

Vincent Hanna: does this guy have any idea of what's going on with this kid?

Justine Hanna: I don't know

Vincent Hanna: what a jerk, is she ok?

Justine Hanna: she's been in her room all day, so no, she's not ok, neither am I. I made dinner for us 4 hours ago every time I try to maintain a consistent mood between us you withdraw

Vincent Hanna: I got three dead bodies on the sidewalk off Venice Boulevard. I'm sorry the God damn chicken got over cooked

Nate: [over the phone] Nobody knew the "merch" was yours, be that as it may, my way you get a hundred percent from the insurance company and take the bonds back from us at sixty cents on the dollar, make yourself another forty percent. The operation doesn't skip a beat, everybody makes out.

Roger Van Zant: [while in his office with Hugh Benny] Sure, you got a deal.

Nate: Good, this percentage, nobody gets their underwear twisted over this.

Roger Van Zant: Yeah, so you have your man call me and we'll set up the meeting.

Nate: Yeah, okay.

Roger Van Zant: [hangs up] Nice talking to you.

Hugh Benny: You're gonna deal with these guys?

Roger Van Zant: [while looking at his computer monitor] So, word's out on the street it's ok to steal my stuff. I'm going to kill these sons of bitches. Have Harry bring me the spreadsheets for Canary Islands offshore.

Neil McCauley: [while leaving Kelso's home, refering to the plans for the bank robbery] I bought it.

Nate: [before giving him Van Zant's contact information] Good, I told you he's legit.

Kelso: As I was saying, that's not really an estimate, those are exact figures. I got a record of the cash flow to this bank for the past two months.

Neil McCauley: how do you get this information?

Kelso: It comes to you, this stuff just flies through the air, they send this information "beamed" out over the fucking place, you just got to know how to grab it, see, I know how to grab it.

Neil McCauley: [instructing him from the drivers side of his station wagon] put your hands where I can see them

Driver at Drive-in: [listening to his instructions from the drivers side of his from the drivers side of his station wagon] what?

Neil McCauley: I tell what to do, I tell you how to do it

Driver at Drive-in: [nervously remains silent]

Neil McCauley: right hand only, your right hand only take the package and throw it in here

Vincent Hanna: [Vincent sees her sitting alone at a bus stop, Bosko pulls a U-turn and stops up next to her] hey sweety, what happened? Did you forget your mom was picking you up?

Lauren Gustafson: [shakes her head] no

Vincent Hanna: so what's going on?

Lauren Gustafson: I felt like being alone

Vincent Hanna: ok, get in, i'll drive you home

Lauren Gustafson: hey Mike

Bosko: [from the driver's seat] Hi Lauren

Bartender: [in a bar] so where you been?

Waingro: [referring to serving time at Pelican Bay State Prison Inside the Special Housing Unit] in the SHU at Pelican Bay, B- wing

Bartender: [remains silent]

Waingro: [asking him if he any jobs he can work] I'm a cowboy, looking for anything "heavy", that guy told me to come see you, that is why I am here

Bartender: [writes down contact information and hands it to him] why don't you call this guy, he's always looking for extra help.

Waingro: thank you, brother.

Neil McCauley: [realizing they're under surveillance by Vincent and his team, warning Chris while inside the Investment Grade Metals building] We walk.

Chris Shiherlis: I'm right there.

Neil McCauley: we walk, now come on.

Captain Jackson: [while watching Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building] One of them is coming out.

Sgt. Drucker: [referring to Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building to Captain Jackson] Just hold it.

Sgt. Drucker: [over the radio, referring to Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building] Vincent he's not carrying anything.

Vincent Hanna: [over the radio] yeah, I see

Captain Jackson: [as Chris exits the Investment Grade Metals building] here we go

Sgt. Drucker: not until my boss says so

Sgt. Drucker: [over the radio] Vincent both of them are not carrying anything

Vincent Hanna: [disappointed, after looking at Bosko and Casals, and Casals shakes his head implying they shouldn't arrest them for a misdemeanor] ok let then go

Neil McCauley: [to Trejo, after they all agreed to rob the bank after they know Vincent and his team are following their movements] You too?

Trejo: Yeah sure.

Michael Cheritto: [after laughing] fuck 'em, let's do it

Neil McCauley: Alright let's go, we got a lot of work to do.

Neil McCauley: [in his living room] today we take delivery cash from Van Zant then I drop off the deposit for Kelso on this bank

Chris Shiherlis: bank? What bank? What about the "platinum" thing that's ready to fall?

Neil McCauley: that goes too, then the bank

Lillian Breedan: [while dropping him off on his first day for work at the diner] you ok?

Donald Breedan: yeah sugar, we're gona do good

[repeated line]

Neil McCauley: Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.

Vincent Hanna: [after pulling Neil over] what'd ya say I buy you a cup of coffee?

Neil McCauley: yeah sure let's go

Vincent Hanna: follow me

Rachel: [he just walked up to the crime scene, hands him a photograph] here's how we found her

Vincent Hanna: [hands her the photograph] how old?

Rachel: sixteen to seventeen, been here about six hours

Vincent Hanna: how'd she die?

Rachel: he beat her head in, same as the others: Cerebral Hematoma

Vincent Hanna: [referring to the crowd of people watching nearby] who's that?

Rachel: mother and siblings...

Vincent Hanna: [interrupts her] what the hell are they doing here?

Rachel: it's their block so I guess someone knew the girl and called the family

Vincent Hanna: [telling her to lift up the sheet covering the body] ok let me see it

Rachel: when I run the DNA and check the semen, my intuition is it's the same guy, so it's a series and ending up in your court

Vincent Hanna: is the Sheriff's homicide getting anywhere yet?

Rachel: [before the Hooker's Mother runs past the police line and Vincent stops her] not yet

Sgt. Drucker: [telling Charlene to stand at the balcony so Chris can see her] come on sugar, show yourself

Alan Marciano: yeah do it

Sgt. Drucker: [to Alan in the safe house] Shut up!

Sgt. Drucker: [to Charlene in the safe house] just one second at the window, and it's all over

Charlene Shiherlis: [after signaling Chris that it's a trap, lying to Drucker] it's not him, it's not Chris

Sgt. Drucker: would you like a cup of coffee while we wait?

Charlene Shiherlis: yeah that'd be nice

Chris Shiherlis: [after seeing Charlene signaling him, warning him it was a trap to arrest him, to the Basketball Player] Hey man, do you any place to get something to eat around here?

Basketball Player: [while pointing to the direction of the restaurant] Yeah, Baresse restaurant, on Dell Avenue, it's right over there.

Children's Hospital Nurse: [to Justine, giving her and Vincent an update on Lauren] Your daughter's out of surgery now and her vital signs are stable, the surgeon will be out to speak to you in a few moments to let you know what's going on.

Justine Hanna: She's ok?

Children's Hospital Nurse: She's doing good.

Vincent Hanna: [as he hugs Justine] It'll be ok, honey, it's going to be ok.

Justine Hanna: [while crying and hugging Vincent] How could she do this to herself?

Vincent Hanna: I'm not going anywhere, understand?

Justine Hanna: Yes.

Vincent Hanna: I'm right here.

Vincent Hanna: [to the emergency room nurse while the emergency room doctor comes over, after bringing Lauren to the emergency room at the children's hospital] I want you to get a trauma surgeon and a vascular surgeon. I think she cut both arteries, plu.s I can hardly feel her pulse, her pressure is way down so is her respiration

Children's Hospital Doctor: When was the last time anybody saw her?

Vincent Hanna: [while comforting and hugging Justine] I don't know

Children's Hospital Doctor: [while taking Lauren's pulse] Where you find her?

Vincent Hanna: Bath tub.

Eady: [after hanging up the cell phone with Nate, driving with Eady to the airport] What is it?

Neil McCauley: Nothing, we're home free.

Neil McCauley: [after driving into the exit lane on the highway] I gotta take care of something first

Eady: Is there time?

Neil McCauley: There's time.

Neil McCauley: [over the phone after seeing Chris sleeping on the floor of his empty living room] Chris' is at my place, what's wrong?

Charlene Shiherlis: [over the phone, implying he shouldn't get involved with their personal family matters] husband and wife stuff.

Neil McCauley: I'll let him sleep it off here.

Vincent Hanna: [while in the hospital waiting room, referring to Lauren] what about her dad, want me to call him?

Justine Hanna: he's somewhere in the Sierras

Vincent Hanna: oh

Justine Hanna: [referring to his hotel room, implying Lauren sees him as a father figure] she chose you, she picked your place, it's not right, what happened to her

Vincent Hanna: [after his pager beeps] no it's not

Justine Hanna: [realizing he has to leave] is there any way that it could work out between us?

Vincent Hanna: [eventually referring to her preference of a man that's stays at home more often] I wish I can say yes you know, but in the end, it's like you said, all I am is what I'm going after. I'm not what you want. Justine

Justine Hanna: well, go on if you have to.

Vincent Hanna: I'll stay

Justine Hanna: no, it's ok, I can handle this, just be careful, call me here and let me know you're ok, ok?

Waingro: [after hearing a knock on the door of his hotel suite] yeah?

Neil McCauley: [Neal posing as a hotel security guard, referring the floor they're on] security, there's a fire on three, we have to evacuate all floors.

Waingro: [talking through the door] I can't leave here

Waingro: [after looking through the peep hole and realizing the security guard is Neal] look, why don't we just talk about this a bit, brother?

Elaine Cheritto: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, to Michael after he showed her an expensive ring he bought for her, and thanking him by hugging and kissing him] you are insane

Elaine Cheritto: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, to Neil, referring to the ring Michael bought for her] did you know about this?

Neil McCauley: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, after smiling and briefly remaining silent, jokingly referring to Michael and the ring he bought for her] just don't ask where he got it

Elaine Cheritto: [after everybody laughs from Neal's joke] yeah that's what I was going to say

Vincent Hanna: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] which one's "slick"?

Detective Casals: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant, referring to Michael's physical description and the hidden locations inside his car] the wide one, we've got two transmitters: one's in the wheel wall, the backup is in the firewall.

Detective Casals: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] the one with the blonde hair is Chris Shiherlis, SIS has a revolving tail and a wire on the house phone

Sgt. Drucker: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] Cheritto's crew is into precious metals, platinum silver and some gold bullion

Vincent Hanna: [watching Neal leave the fancy restaurant by himself] who's the loner?

Detective Casals: it's the first time we're seeing him, we're not on him yet

Vincent Hanna: get on it

Richard Torena: [to his cousin Albert inside a club] I'm tellin' you man, this slick ain't no motherfuckin' joke. You know what I'm sayin'?

Vincent Hanna: [Turns around and sits back down] Say what. You said 'slick', what does that mean?

Richard Torena: 'Slick', that's what he calls people, slick.

Vincent Hanna: [smiles as he figures out he's got a lead] And tell me about him.

Richard Torena: [first describing his physical appearance, eventually pointing to his left forearm showing him where one of Michael's tattoos are] About six feet tall, a lot of jailhouse tats, got a big ass Peacock right here.

Vincent Hanna: What's his name?

Richard Torena: Cheritto, Michael Cheritto.

Detective Casals: [over the phone, reading Cheritto's criminal history] thirty-three busts since 1976, eleven for armed robbery, three convictions, two out of a three to five-year beef in Attica, three years in Marion, five years in Folsom, often knocked back for involuntary manslaughter, jacket's two inches thick

Vincent Hanna: ok who do I have there now?

Bosko: Drucker and me boss and Schwartz

Neil McCauley: [sitting inside a dinner with Michael, to Chris referring to Donald] you recognize the grill man?

Chris Shiherlis: [sitting next to Michael, while taking his sunglasses] no

Neil McCauley: Folsom, D-block when I was at Bellevue prison

Neil McCauley: [while sitting in a diner and waiting for and referring to Trejo] where the hell is he? I checked the lot for a "work car"

Michael Cheritto: so did I

Michael Cheritto: [over his cell phone with Trejo, before giving it to Neal] yeah?

Neil McCauley: yeah

Trejo: hey, use a land line, call me at 103-7206

Neil McCauley: right

Sgt. Drucker: [while in a safe house referring to Charlene] fix her a drink or something, look in the cabinets above the sink

Alan Marciano: [after feeling belittled and criticized by Charlene for giving her up in exchange for his own immunity] fuck her

Sgt. Drucker: you better get in there and stay in here

Vincent Hanna: [to Casals, after questioning Hugh Benny and offering her an immunity from prosecution deal to Charlene] Neal is still here I can feel it

Detective Casals: for how long?

Vincent Hanna: seven, eight hours max

Eady: [referring to the bank robbery she saw on the news] what'd you do? That was you?

Neil McCauley: that's what I don't do. I don't sell metals, it would've been ok, flight out after, now it's "jammed" we gotta go together

Eady: [terrified and shocked, referring to Donald and Michael] those other people were with you?

Neil McCauley: [over a pay phone] yeah?

Hugh Benny: hey I got a "package" for you, there's a drive in at Centinela: two thirty tomorrow

Neil McCauley: ok just send one man alone

Alan Marciano: [over the speaker phone with the Vegas cop listening] yeah?

Charlene Shiherlis: [while holding a crying Dominick in her arms] yeah you still want me? You come down here right now, Dominick and me, ok?

Alan Marciano: ok baby, I'll be there in two hours alright?

Charlene Shiherlis: alright

Charlene Shiherlis: [after hanging up the phone with Alan] God damn you Chris, God damn you

Vegas Cop: you're on a plane to Los Angeles

Alan Marciano: right

Sgt. Drucker: [while in a safe house referring to Charlene] fix her a drink or something, look in the cabinets above the sink

Alan Marciano: [feeling belittled after being criticized by Charlene for giving her up in exchange for his own immunity] fuck her

Sgt. Drucker: you better get in there and stay in here

Vincent Hanna: [to Casals, after questioning Hugh Benny and offering Charlene an immunity deal from prosecution deal] Neal is still here, I can feel it

Detective Casals: for how long?

Vincent Hanna: seven, eight hours max

Eady: [referring to the bank robbery she saw on the news] what'd you do? That was you?

Neil McCauley: that's what I don't do. I don't sell metals, it would've been ok, fly out after but now it's "jammed" we gotta go together

Eady: [terrified and shocked, referring to Donald and Michael] those other people were with you?

Claudia: You know I can't let you use our news footage.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: I am the kind of man who'd invade your first amendment rights?

Claudia: Is that a straight question?

Lt. Vincent Hanna: I don't want to use it. I want to see it. If I wanted to use it, I'd subpoena it and you could heroically defend the integrity of the fifth estate. This isn't that; this is this: do me a favor.

Claudia: What do I get?

Lt. Vincent Hanna: I'll owe you one.

Claudia: One what?

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Depends what you got.

[She stops. He smiles. She laughs]

Claudia: I want an exclusive.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Impossible. I will give you a head start. Three to five minutes lead time. On a fast breaking event I control, I will let you in on it three to five minutes ahead of everybody else. What do you say?

Claudia: Deal.

[She shakes hands with Hanna]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: [TV Monitor: Aerial POV: ROBBERY SCENE: We SWEEP through the sky and across rooftops to it just as first police car shreds its tires, the second police car crashes and a third police car, trying to avoid it, shreds its tires too. Then the image sweeps in an arc to a more directly overhead view of the armored truck: the three bodies lying in pools of blood. It HOLDS there. Then it cuts to the interview Claudia taped at the crime scene] Can I see it?

Lt. Vincent Hanna: [Video Technician rewinds the tape and plays the beginning] Stop.

[beat]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Blow up this quarter.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: [the Video Technician types on keyboard and enlarges and computer enhances the top left quarter of the image. We barely make out shapes emerging from the ambulance as the camera swings in its arc] Try another couple of fields.

Video Technician: Here you go, Lieutenant. This is as good as it gets. There's not enough pixels in a Beta SP analog to get you any more enhancement.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Okay.

[the image is closer but more blurred, patches of light and dark. The features of the men are too indistinct for identification. They seem ghostly, large, frightening]

Sergeant Drucker: [Hanna and Drucker are walking out and are in the corridor] Not bad.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: What did it tell us: the score was taken down by the blur people.

Claudia: How'd it go?

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Hey. Thanks. I'll be talking to you.

Sergeant Drucker: [Claudia watches Hanna and Drucker walk away down the hall. She keeps her eye on them longer than she has to... Hanna's dialing his cellular] We know they're caucasian.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Yeah, Drucker. That narrows it down a lot: the white race.

[into cellular]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: It's Vincent.

[beat]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: We're on our way in so tell me then. Albert Torena call me?

[beat]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Transfer him if he does.

[Hanna and Drucker both enter Hanna's Office]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: [Hanna glances at file] Forensics on the explosive, Mike?

Bosko: [Casals and Schwartz joins them. The three sit on desks. Casals is sitting at his desk. Schwartz stands bye] Not yet, boss.

Casals: I've been through hours of tape. Nothing.

Schwartz: We busted out with Goldstein and Alfaro.

[Casals mods]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Then this was fenced either higherline than we're tapped into or by out-of-towners.

[beat]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Get lists from the SEC of indicted stockbrokers, etc., and defrocked lawyers from the California Bar.

[beat]

Lt. Vincent Hanna: Call me if anything breaks, Casals.

[Casals nods. Hanna leaves]