Inside Man

My name is Dalton Russell.

Pay strict attention to what I say

because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself.

I've told you my name. That's the "who."

The "where" could most readily be described as a prison cell.

But there's a vast difference

between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison.

The "what" is easy.

Recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery.

That's also the "when."

As for the "why," beyond the obvious financial motivation,

it's exceedingly simple.

Because I can.

Which leaves us only with the "how."

And therein, as the Bard would tell us,

lies the rub.

So, your mother tells me about

a certain young lady who's helping you with the Triborough Bridge project?

- Okay? - All right, okay.

He's crazy.

- Now? On 51st? 50... Yeah, that's where he is right now.

He's on 40, he... No, he's still on 47th Street, but it's a much smaller space.

What do I have to...

Yeah, we'll get lobster. I'll put it on Mr. Ansinori's card.

Whatever. It's a meeting with one of his clients or something.

Because it's been like over a year now. Yeah.

I want to snap this guy's neck, I swear to God.

So what?

So what? They're flowers. They could've been to his grandmother.

They could've been to me. It's my birthday, so...

Okay, so maybe it's a client's.

Okay. This is funny.

I got this guy in front of me that thinks I don't see him looking at me.

Fantastic. God damn it.

- Excuse me. - Yeah.

Can you lower your voice just a little bit, please?

You're getting a little loud on your phone. Please.

Yeah. Fine.

I don't want you disturbing the other customers.

- Sorry. - All right?

- Yeah, you got it. - Thank you.

It was a security guy.

I didn't know I was in a library. It's a fucking bank.

Manhattan Trust.

...from Yale. And this fucking rich prick I work for.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Sir?

Easy.

Everybody get down on the fucking floor! Now!

Get down on the ground!

You have four seconds! Anyone still standing gets shot!

One! Two! Three!

Back away from that counter! Get your hand away from that button!

Put your hands on the floor! Now!

Oh... What the... What is this?

- Todd, what are we gonna do? - What the fuck do you want me to do?

Keep your head down, fat man! - All right!

Get your fucking face on the floor!

You get the same treatment as everyone else, Rabbi.

Get down.

Now, my friends and I are making

a very large withdrawal from this bank.

Anybody gets in our way gets a bullet in the brain.

Lie down, old man! Put your fucking hands down!

Get your face on the floor. All right, I'm down! I'm down!

Hey, Officer, there's smoke coming out of there.

Possible 10-30. Manhattan Trust. 20 Exchange Place.

I have got hostages.

You fucking cops come near this door, I start killing people.

I not fucking kidding, man.

Central. Give me an 85.

Back up, sir! Back up! You!

Shit! - Back up! Back up!

Stay around the corner!

Central, give me an 85.

Perp with a gun. Possible hostages.

I repeat, possible hostages. 20 Exchange. Manhattan Trust.

Baby, I'm fighting for my life over here.

Keith, every time we have this conversation, it's the same thing.

- "Not now." - Listen. Listen.

Do you know what kind of thin ice I'm on right now

with this check-cashing thing? They want to lock me up.

If this $140,000 doesn't show up somewhere soon,

- things gonna get rough for me. - But you didn't take it.

Of course I didn't take it, baby. It's just some lying drug dealer

trying to save his own ass by fucking me over.

- Eventually, it'll go away. - Then what?

- What about us? - Then, you know, I'll make First Grade

and we'll have enough money to buy a bigger place and then, you know...

Why we got to have this conversation every time your brother gets locked up

- or gets caught stealing a car? - He's the only family I've got.

All right, I'm sorry, baby. You okay?

- You still love me? - I'm sorry, too.

- You still love me? - I love you, baby.

All right. Big Willie and the twins for you when I get home.

- I got the handcuffs. - I got the gun.

Bye, Big Daddy.

- Big Willie and the twins, huh? - That's correct.

Her lowlife brother, he's got three priors, one for armed robbery.

17-year-old high-school dropout. Doesn't have an honest bone in his body

and he's too fucking stupid to amount to anything. Even as a criminal.

- Can't you get rid of him? - I could, couldn't I?

No, she loves him. What am I gonna do? Put him out in the street?

- How's he feel about you? - Oh, he's thrilled.

To have a detective sleeping in the next room,

banging his sister. Then she tries to bring it all back on me.

You know, "If we had a bigger place, we wouldn't have this problem."

Of course, if we got married then things would be different.

- And what's wrong with that? - A wedding. Furniture. Kids.

You know what a diamond ring costs?

- Come on, man. You've been married. - Please. I was 21.

- Yeah, but you give her a ring? - Yeah, but she won't call me back.

- You guys cops? - Oh, shit! He made us!

Christmas came early for you this year.

Bank robbery. Hostage situation. 20 Exchange Place.

- What? - Grossman's on vacation. You're up.

What about the Madrugada thing? The check-cashing thing?

- I thought I was in the doghouse. - I just threw you a bone.

As far as I'm concerned, you still work here,

- but if you don't think you're ready... - No, no, he's ready!

Oh, good. Good.

I'm giving you a break, here. Don't make me look like a fool.

- This is it, baby. The show! - Yeah.

You got the call, man. God damn!

I guess I should be happy. I might get to put off I.A.B.

Here's all you need to know. You walk in unarmed.

Head bad guy puts a gun to your head and makes you get on your knees.

You look around. There are five armed men pointing Uzis at you.

Just picture them in their underwear.

How about orange jumpsuits and shackles?

- There you go, Keith. You can do this, man. - Look out, bad guys. Here I come.

Get back around the corner! Get back!

I told you, move it! Move it!

Get those people back! Get them the hell out of here!

All right, guys, as soon as we pull up, I want everybody out.

The second floor window. Now.

- Let them in there! - Let's go! Go now!

Sarge, what do you got?

I got a perp in the bank. Possible hostage situation.

Who's on today? Who's your boss?

- Sergeant Hernandez. I'll get him over here. - Get him down here.

- Sergeant Hernandez, you on the air? - On the air. Go.

Sarge, I got Sergeant Collins over here. He called this in.

Can you come over to the other side?

Redirect, on my way. Let's go.

Back up! Go around, around the corner.

Pull back. Pull it back. We got to keep this secure.

- Collins? What you got? - Hernandez.

I got a perp inside with a gun. He claims he's got some hostages in there.

Everyone, heads up! Let's clear the way!

Let's go. Set them up. All right.

We've got it under control.

Step back, please!

- Step back! - Get back! Thank you.

There's nothing going on.

You'll see it on the news tonight.

Step back, please.

Mr. Case?

Oh, good morning, Katherine. What can I do for you?

Sir, there's a robbery in progress at one of our branches.

Oh, my.

- Has anybody been hurt? - I don't think so, but there are hostages.

Oh, how awful.

- Which branch is it? - Number 32. 20 Exchange Place.

- Which one? - 20 Exchange Place.

Thank you, Katherine.

I'm sorry, Mr. Case.

Oh, dear God.

Get these people out of here. Come on, open these gates. Back up.

Up on the sidewalk. Come on in.

Sergeant Collins, first on scene. Are you the hostage negotiator?

That's right. Detective Frazier. This is Detective Mitchell. What do you got?

Not much. Saw the bank was filled with smoke.

The door was locked. I tried to take a look inside

and one of the gunmen opens the door, sticks a.357 in my face,

screaming in some foreign accent about killing hostages.

- See any other gunmen? - No, sir. I couldn't see anything at all.

- You hear anything inside? - No, sir,

but with that.357 sticking in my face, I can't really be sure. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Good, good. Good, good, good, good. You did a good job, Sergeant.

You ever had a gun stuck in your face before?

- Yeah, once. - Really?

Yeah, by a 12-year-old.

- What was that like? - Not one of my better days.

I bet. All right, well, look.

As soon as we get this thing cleared up, we'll cut you loose, all right?

If you don't mind, I'd rather hang around a while,

at least until we make contact.

That's what I like to hear, Sergeant.

What? Come on. Why you doing this? Why you doing this to me?

Pop, what's going on? Yo.

All bank employees, raise your hands!

Bank employees, this side! Everyone else, over there!

Now, I need everybody to take your cell phones and your keys

out of your pockets and handbags and hold them in the air.

- What's your name? - Peter.

- Peter what? - Peter Hammond.

- Where's your cell phone, Peter Hammond? - I left it at home.

Peter, think very carefully about how you answer the next question