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?
Vincent Hanna: I'm angry. I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house if you want to. But you do not get to watch my fucking television set!
[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
Vincent Hanna: So you never wanted a regular type life?
Neil McCauley: What the fuck is that? Barbeques and ballgames?
Vincent Hanna: I say what I mean, and I do what I say.
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.
Vincent Hanna: Who? Who? What are you, a fucking owl?
Eady: You travel a lot?
Neil McCauley: Yeah.
Eady: Traveling makes you lonely?
Neil McCauley: I'm alone, I am not lonely.
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?
Vincent Hanna: Us. The L-A-P-D. Po-lice Department... We just got made.
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.
Neil McCauley: I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
Chris Shiherlis: For me the sun rises and sets with her, man.
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?
Vincent Hanna: Wrong.
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.
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.
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.
Neil McCauley: He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
[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!
Michael Cheritto: Well ya know, for me, the action is the juice.
Chris Shiherlis: Charlene's gonna leave me.
Neil McCauley: Why?
Chris Shiherlis: Not enough steaks in the freezer.
Neil McCauley: I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I know life is short, whatever time you get is luck. You want to walk? You walk right now. Or on your own... on your own you choose to come with me. And all I know is... all I know is there's no point in me going anywhere anymore if it's going to be alone... without you.
Justine Hanna: You prefer the normal routine. We fuck, then you lose the power of speech.
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.
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.
Vincent Hanna: I gotta hold on to my angst. I preserve it because I need it. It keeps me sharp, on the edge, where I gotta be.
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: It's like you said. All I am is what I'm going after.
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!
Charlene Shiherlis: It's like risk versus reward, baby.
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.
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.
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.
Vincent Hanna: That's exactly what they're gonna do, they're gonna walk. This is my operation, I have tactical command that supercedes your rank, they will walk away and you will let them...
[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.
Vincent Hanna: [singing] By the time I get to Phoenix, we'll be rising. He'll probably leave a note right on the door.
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: 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.
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!*
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...
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.
Vincent Hanna: When these guys walk out the door of whatever score they're gonna take next, they're gonna have the surprise of a lifetime.
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]
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.
Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Don't waste my motherfucking time!
Justine Hanna: You don't live with me, you live among the remains of dead people. You sift through the detritus, you read the terrain, you search for signs of passing, for the scent of your prey, and then you hunt them down. That's the only thing you're committed to. The rest is the mess you leave as you pass through.
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]
Neil McCauley: Don't move. Don't fuckin' move. Put your hands in the air. Put your hands in the air. Put 'em up.
[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.
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]
Nate: So, so long, brother. You take it easy. You're home free.
Vincent Hanna: [Over the phone with Casals] Here's the update: Hugh Benny has reformed his wayward life and become a "born again good citizen", apparently Neil got sold out to us by a cowboy named "Waingro", Waingro used to be a part of Neil's crew then he went to work for a money launderer named Van Zant ,units are at Van Zant's house as we speak because he got shot dead earlier tonight, if Neil goes after anyone else, it's going to be Waingro, Waingro just got himself a suite at the airport Marquee under the name "Jameson" he's there now I want you to get that to bail bondsmen, bookies, assignment officers and snitches in county anyone you can think of that will put it out on the street, deploy a team down at the hotel and personally check their COMMS every thirty minutes because maybe Neil would go for him
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
Vincent Hanna: Lets start looking at recent highline burglaries that are mystified
Vincent Hanna: Run "slick as" an alias through the FBI even the phone book do it anyway
Vincent Hanna: Who's moving the bearer bonds? Check the usual fences you and I will check Cusamano and Torina.
Vincent Hanna: I want you to take Goldstein and Al Farrell.
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.
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.
Construction Clerk: Check, charge, or cash?
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.
Richard Torena: I get killed for telling you this shit.
Vincent Hanna: ...killed walking your doggie!
Sgt. Drucker: [to Albert] I paged your ass all day. I can't stand fuckin' pagin'.
Chris Shiherlis: The bank is worth the risk. I need it, brother. We should stay and take it down.
[from a deleted scene:]
Neil McCauley: And I am double the worst trouble you ever had.
Justine Hanna: I may be stoned on grass and Prozac, but... you've been walking through our life dead. And now I have to demean myself with Ralph just to get closure with you.
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.
Bosko: I figure this guy went for that hold out piece, ankle holster right from here. Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang.
Neil McCauley: Our problem is take the bank or split right now, do not go home, do not pack, nothing. 30 secs flat from now we are gone on our separate ways, that's it...
Vincent Hanna: What are you going to take them on? Breaking and entering? They didn't steal anything, don't you get it? It gets knocked back to some chicken shit misdemeanor they do six months and their out, no fucking way
Neil McCauley: 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: 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: How are we going fund 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
Sgt. Drucker: [Offering Charlene Shiherlis deal] If you don't betray Chris, you victimize Dominick because he becomes an orphan when you go to prison as an accessory because you have no living parents to take him, so he ends up state raised at foster homes and juvenile facilities, then he steals a car and winds up at prisons like Chino, "fucked for life", you know what happens, because you've been there, Dominick didn't get a chance to choose his life but Chris did, if you do betray Chris you get off clean, you can do it for your kid so you can raise him yourself.
Vincent Hanna: [Over the phone with Drucker] Tell SIS I want full surveillance on McCauley twenty four hours around the clock day and night never close open seven days a week bug, the car and the house I want pictures of who he moves with and sits with then you guys run makes on them if they got jackets I want to see who they move and sit with and I want it up and running by tomorrow night
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: What is it?
Kelso: 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 teller codes 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
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: [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: 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: 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?
Neil McCauley: Did you have a good time?
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.
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?
Neil McCauley: Good
Alan Marciano: 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] Vice sergeant, graduate school, marine corps, lieutenant in robbery homicide, major crimes unit. He's taken down some heavy crews. He's a fucking maniac! He was working narcotics before that, and has been three marriages times, what'd you think that means? He like staying at home? Be it as it may, he's one of these guys out there prowling around all night, dedicated.
Trejo: [Over the phone] There's cops all over me like a cheap suit, I can't dump them
Neil McCauley: Did they see you spot them?
Trejo: No their doing parallels I can try dumping them again
Neil McCauley: How are we going to know you did? If you can't, don't draw them to us, get them out of here!
Vincent Hanna: [On the police band to all units nearby referring to Neil and his crew after the robbery] Alright we're going to have to take them in the car wait until their all in, take clean shots, and watch your background
Neil McCauley: [after the bank robbery] So, how is he?
Dr. Bob: [Treating Chris after having been shot] His 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] Who did this?
Trejo: They made me
Neil McCauley: Who?
Neil McCauley: Waingro, on his own?
Trejo: No, with the guy his working for, Van Zant.
Neil McCauley: Did you say anything about how we're getting out?
Trejo: I don't think so I don't remember
Neil McCauley: I'll call a medic
Trejo: Where's Anna?
Neil McCauley: She's dead
Trejo: I'm not going to make it, I don't feel anything my Anna's gone don't leave me like this
[Neil 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] the plane is at the charter terminal, LAX hanger seventeen
Neil McCauley: Where's Chris?
Nate: His gone, his going on back for Charlene
Neil McCauley: Did you bring him here?
Nate: Yeah I did
Neil McCauley: What happened?
Nate: He just took off, 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.