Out of Sight

- You have a loan app? Wonderful. - Yeah. Terrific.

My wife and I were having dinner the other night... recently married.

- How can I help you, sir? - Loretta,

see the man talking to your bank manager has his case open?

Oh, that's Mr. Gwendon, one of our assistant managers.

Our manager is Mr. Schoen, but he's not in today.

- But you see the man with the briefcase. - Yes.

That's my partner. He has a gun in there.

If you don't do exactly what I tell you or if you give me any kind of problem at all,

I'm going to look at my partner and he's going to shoot your Mr. Gwendon between the eyes.

Okay.

All right, take one of those big envelopes and put as many 100s, 50s and 20s as you can into it.

Nothing with bank straps or rubber bands. I don't want dye packs. I don't want bait money.

Start with the second drawer, and then the one over there, under the money counter.

Okay. It's okay. Come on, Loretta. Key's right next to you.

There you go.

No bills off the bottom of the drawer, please.

This your first time being robbed?

You're doing great. Just smile so you don't look like you're being held up.

You got a very pretty smile.

You got 20s? Give me the 20s. I'll take those.

There you go. I'll put those in my pocket.

There you go.

I have to give my partner a sign. Now, that's good.

He's gonna wait until I'm out of the building, make sure you haven't set off the alarm.

If you have, he's gonna shoot your Mr. Gwendon between the eyes. Okay?

- Okay. - I think that'll do it, Loretta.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

You too.

Hey... she's cute, isn't she?

Yeah, she seems very nice.

Who was that?

No, no, no, no, no.

Son of a bitch!

Fuck! Fuck!

I think you flooded it. Get out of the car, sir.

- Hey, you wanna hear a funny story? - Shut up and get out of the car!

Yeah. Okay.

Go, go, go!

You want somethin', Foley?

Some fellas are goin' out of here. What if I tell you where and when?

- How many? - Expect you to look out for me, let me run off work detail...

Okay, okay. How many goin' out?

- I hear six. - When?

- Tonight. - You know who they are?

Yes, I do. But I'm not gonna tell you just yet.

Meet me in the chapel, just before lockdown. Okay?

- You all right? - I love you, baby.

Tonight's the big night. You excited?

- It's Super Bowl Sunday, okay? - See you moved it up.

- Why you think that? - I saw you runnin' this mornin'.

Stickin' to your routine in case anybody happened to notice.

But you only did a couple of miles, instead of your usual five.

Saving yourself for the big event. What happened? Finish ahead of schedule?

Mira, you see those posts out there?

They're putting up another fence 15 feet back the fence that's already there, you know?

So you figure, mira, we wait till Super Bowl Sunday, they have that fence built...

then, cono, we gotta dig what, another nine, ten days, baby?

- Yeah. - I don't think so.

So tonight, when it gets dark, batta-bing, I'm outta here. Come on, Foley. You could come.

I appreciate the offer, and it's tempting.

It's a long run to civilization. What's it? A hundred miles to Miami?

I'm too old to be tryin' a stunt like that.

So, you send me a postcard when you get out.

- Adele Delisi speaking. - Will you accept a collect call from Jack Foley?

Yeah, I'll accept.

- Hey, Adele, how you doin'? - Hey, bank robber.

Want some advice? Next time, keep the engine running.

- Huh-huh. That's funny! - What do you want, Jack?

Adele, you know that Super Bowl party that was for next Sunday?

They changed the date. It's tonight at 6:30.

- Didn't you tell me one time calls aren't monitored? - I said, not as a rule.

So why don't you just come right out and tell me what you're talkin' about?

- Listen to Miss Smarty Mouth, out there in the free world. - Oh, yeah, what's free about it?

I'm lookin' for work.

- What about Mandrake the Magician? - Emil, The Amazing, huh?

He fired me. Hired a younger girl... a redhead.

Adele, the reason I'm calling... they changed the date.

It is tonight. It's 6:30. That's like a few hours from now.

- You tell Buddy... - Okay, all right, and the guy driving the other car?

- What are you talking about? - Well, seeing as you have so much luck with cars,

Buddy thought it might be better to bring two, you know?

He got this guy who says you know him, from Lompoc...

- Uh, Glenn somebody... - Glenn Michaels.

Uh-huh, that's him. Buddy said Glenn thinks you guys are real cool.

- Adele? - Yeah?

You tell Buddy I see Glenn wearing his sunglasses, I'm gonna step on 'em.

- Might not even take 'em off first. - Okay, honey. I'll do that.

Now, you try not to get shot. Bye.

Hey...

Here, ma'am. Let me help you with these.

Beautiful young lady like you shouldn't be carrying groceries.

Let a man do that for you.

Now, I didn't ask for your help, so don't expect a tip.

Oh, that's okay, ma'am. I'll just take your car.

Happy birthday.

Did you fit another Chanel suit in here?

Something much better. Go ahead, open it.

Oh, my God. It's beautiful.

- It's a, um... - Sig Sauer 380.

- Right. - Oh, I love it!

Thanks, Dad.

Happy birthday.

- How 'bout some more coffee? - You know, I can't.

I have to go out to Glades, and then I'm meeting Ray Nicolet at 10:00.

Which one is that? The A.T.F. Guy?

Actually, he's with the F.B.I. Now. He switched over.

- He's still married, though. - Technically. They're separated.

- Well, so he's moved out then. - He's about to.

- Well, then they're not separated, are they? - Can we not talk about this?

- What are you doing at Glades? - Serving process... a summons and complaint.

Some con doing mandatory life doesn't like macaroni and cheese.

So, he files suit. Says he doesn't have any choice in what they serve,

and that violates his civil rights.

- You can step in, work full-time as one of my investigators. - No, thanks.

- You used to like it. - Dad.

You'd meet doctors, lawyers... nothing wrong with them, if they're divorced.

Karen, why waste your time on some cowboy cop...

who drinks too much and cheats on his wife?

That's how those hot shots are... all of 'em!

I really gotta go.

We don't talk much anymore.

How 'bout I come over Sunday and we watch the Super Bowl together?

I'd like that.

Thanks for the gun, Dad.

They're right underneath you, Pup. They dug a tunnel.

I don't hear anything. Where's the tunnel come out?

Fourth post from the guard tower.

I don't see nothin'.

You just keep watchin'.

Federal Bureau of Investigation, how may I direct your call?

Yeah, this is Karen Sisco again for Ray Nicolet.

Hold, please.

Yeah.

The line is busy. Would you like his voice mail?

No, forget it. I'll call back later.

- All right. - Thanks.

Still don't see anything.

You will directly.

Wait a minute.

What the fuck?

Two men by the fence!

What the hell is she doin'?

Stop! Get your hands in the air!

Tunnel's clear. Seal up the north face.

- What happened? - What the hell do you think, jackass? Got a jail break!

Cubans out in the cane. Don't point that thing at me. Hey, Buddy.

- It's okay, we're the good guys. - What are you doing here?

All right. You're just a girl. What do you do for a living you pack a shotgun?

- I'm a federal marshal and you're under arrest. - That's probably all the hacks.

Why don't we talk about this later?

Watch your head.

I'm in. Let's go!

- Hey! You comfy? - If I could have a little more room...

Well, there isn't any.

We got a lot of shit in here. We got handcuffs in here.

What's in this can?

That's for your breath. You could use it... squirt some in your mouth.

Yeah, well, that's mace, isn't it?

All right, you! Get...

Hey. Where's your gun... pistol?

In my bag, in the car.

Boy, it stunk in there.

I believe it. You're ruining a $900 suit my dad gave me.

Yeah, it went great with that 12-gauge too.

Why in the world would someone like you become a federal marshal?

- The idea of going after guys like you appealed to me. - Sorry, what was that?

Guys like me? Let me tell you something.

Even though I've been celibate lately, I'm not going to force myself on you.

- I've never done that in my life. - You wouldn't have time, anyway.

We come to a roadblock, they run the car and find out who it belongs to.

That's if they get set up in time, which I doubt. If they do,

they'll be lookin' for a bunch of little Latin fellas, not a big black guy drivin' a Ford.

He must be quite a pal, to risk his own ass like this.

Buddy? Yeah, he's a good guy.

Back when we jailed together, he used to call his sister every week, without fail.

She's a born-again Christian. She does bookkeeping for a televangelist.

He'd call her up, confess his sins.

He'd tell her whatever bank he happened to rob at the time.

Buddy... that his given name?

The one I gave him, yeah.

So, what's your name?

Be in the paper tomorrow, anyway.

Jack Foley. You've probably heard of me.

- Why? Are you famous? - The time I was convicted in California,

the F.B.I. Told me that I'd robbed more banks than anybody in the computer.

- How many was that? - Tell you the truth, I don't really know.

Started when I was 18 years old, driving for my Uncle Cully, and his partner, Gus.

So, basically you're saying you spent half your life in prison.

Basically, yeah. I go back, I do 30 years. No time off.

- You imagine lookin' at that? - I don't have to. I don't rob banks.

You don't seem all that scared.

- Of course I am. - You don't act like it.

What do you want me to do, scream?

That wouldn't help much, anyway.

No, I'm just gonna sit here, take it easy, and wait for you to screw up.

You sound like my ex-wife.

- You were married? - Just for about a year, give or take a few days.

It's not like we didn't get along... we had fun. We just...

didn't have... that thing, you know, that uh...