[Dino and Frawley observe the scene of the Cambridge Merchants robbery]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
So, what's up?
Dino Ciampa:
Boosted a city work van. Still hasn't been reported stolen.
[They examine the van used for cover]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Probably too busy working.
Dino Ciampa:
Used the van to screen the door. Bleached the entire place with DNA. Kills all the clothing fibers 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.
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Under duress?
Dino Ciampa:
I don't know.
[They take a look at the open vault]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Ten foot steel safe, only as strong as the guy with the key.
[He eyes the dye packs]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Found the dye pack and the tracers.
[Frawley's BlackBerry goes off. He looks at the message]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Found the van. Torched.
Dino Ciampa:
Where is it?
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Where do you think?
[cuts to an overhead shot of firefighters hosing down the van Doug's crew had used; Frawley and Dino arrive at the scene]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Nice to be back home, Dino?
Dino Ciampa:
Yeah. It's all the love I get that makes the homecoming feel so warm. Fifty people here; eyewitness sees these guys. You'll get fifty hands on a Bible, say they never saw nothing.
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
It's a pro job. All the pro guys I know are away, so... I guess we have new pro guys. The part of the job where we get to do something that has no point and yields no results.
[calls out to the crowd]
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley:
Excuse me! Did anybody see who lit this van on fire?
