Marauders

Hi, how are you?

I just... you see what I'm talking about here.

Mr. Hutchinson, could you please look that over for me?

I have my own copy, this is for you.

We can get going, I'll look over what I have.

Let me help you outside.

I'll keep everything.

This is all your receipts, it's all for the transaction you did.

You're gonna hold onto this.

It's all right, be careful in the rain.

Oh, yes.

Okay.

Everybody down.

Put your palms on the floor.

Everybody down.

Put your palms on the floor.

Everybody down.

Put your palms on the floor.

Cell phones out.

Place them in front of you.

Cell phones out.

Place them in front of you.

Cell phones out.

Place them in front of you.

Open your drawers.

Do not hit the alarm or we will kill your manager.

Open your drawers.

Do not hit the alarm or we will kill your manager.

Open your drawers.

Do not hit the alarm or we will kill your manager.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor or we will kill you.

If anyone leaves or calls the police

within 15 minutes, this device will explode.

If anyone leaves or calls the police

within 15 minutes, this device will explode.

If anyone leaves or calls the police

within 15 minutes, this device will explode.

I'm sure you'll be as pleased with those reports as we are,

and trust you will enjoy your business in Cincinnati.

Despite numerous attempts to move our headquarters to a larger city,

we have chosen to stick with our roots, give back to the community.

Hubert Nationalist played a great role

in the revitalization of The Queen City.

Something we're actually quite proud of.

Would you like to add anything else, Mr. Hubert?

What floor are we on, Andrews?

14th floor, sir.

Which in reality is the dreaded 13th floor, is it not?

Yes, I- I guess it is, sir.

My friends, there is a spider

on the outside of the window here.

Brown recluse if I'm not mistaken.

A spider that has climbed 13 stories

so far without falling.

Which, considering today's lovely breeze

is most impressive, wouldn't you agree?

Why does the spider climb so high?

Is it striving to get to the top?

Or does its spider brain have no

concept of there even being a top?

Maybe she believes she can just

keep going up, and up, and up forever.

That's what I choose to believe.

Only small thinkers believe there's a top.

A plateau to reach.

We here a Hubert National Bank

will never stop climbing higher to maximize your bottom line.

I give you my personal guarantee as president of this bank

that like my friend the spider here,

I will devour any little bugs that get in our way.

Sir, Dagley's on the phone.

Excuse me, please.

Uh... let me show you the rest of our corporate offices, shall we?

How much?

I don't know yet. Police have it all sealed up.

FBl?

They're all over the place.

- Can you see Hutchinson? - Yeah, I saw him.

- Are they speaking to him? - No, they took him out.

He's dead.

What do you want me to do?

Welcome to the shit show.

Ready for you guys inside.

How long after the robbery 'till the first officers were on scene?

Twenty-five minutes.

Why?

Because they laid out a device

with prerecorded instructions saying

it would explode if the cops were called within 15 minutes.

And?

And it was a car stereo,

but nobody moved for 20 minutes.

When your first action is sending a shotgun blast

through the bank manager's chest it sends a pretty clear message,

"Don't fuck with us. "

- So the bank manager bled out. - Nope.

- I was told he was dead. - He is.

They executed him on the way out.

- He resist? - Negative.

Witnesses say everybody fully complied.

Especially him.

Victim's name is Steven Hutchinson.

How much was taken?

Three million from the safe

and whatever was in registers.

Let me see that device they left.

What?!

Sargent Mims was the first detective on the scene.

Motherfucker.

They tagged and bagged it before he got here.

I was told they found a print.

- What print? - We don't know yet.

They said Mims is unreachable, I said bullshit,

I sent a guy down to the station.

That shady cocksucker, you find out where he is

before any of the cash evidence goes missing too,

and next time please make that the first thing you tell me.

* We gonna burn it down up in here *

* Baby we on fire *

* Let this motherfucker burn *

* We don't need no water *

* Burn it down up in here *

* Baby we on fire... *

Mims, it's three doors down.

Okay, follow my lead.

* Shots after shots up in this motherfucker *

* I can't feel my face up in this motheefucker *

* She got a pad that's new *

* Race up in this motherfucker *

Get your hands up!

Hands up, gets your hands up!

Police!

- Hands up, don't move! - Police!

Get the fuck outta here!

Crack and wings?

When'd that chicken joint change the number six?

Are you James Jackson?

Where the fuck's your warrant?

Warrant?

This is my warrant.

Man you broke ass cop. Man, we know you gonna skim that shit!

Broke ass cop? Broke a-?

Shit!

Just put a little Neosporin on that, you'll be fine.

Good afternoon, everyone.

We have a robbery homicide.

Brutal, professional, yet seemingly also very personal.

We have a print, or at least we should,

but we have no fucking clue where the hell it is! Chase.

They think the print is from a James Jackson.

Do we have his jacket?

Possession, possession, petty theft, disturbing the peace.

Really?

Anybody else smell horseshit here?

This guy's a thug.

No way he pulled this off.

These guys are pros.

Agreed. They operated with precision.

We need the evidence, and where is the evidence?

- Still with Mims. - Why is it with Mims?

Anybody?

Because we allowed him to take it from my fucking crime scene!

- Excuse me sir, who's Mims? - He's an asshole.

And who the fuck are you? G.I. Joe?

Everyone, this is new Special Agent Wells,

fresh out of Quantico with flying colors,

decorated Special Forces, renowned sniper,

blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Like I said, G.I. Joe.

All right, nobody takes anything

from my crime scene unless it

has been cleared, am I clear?

Now I wanna know where the fuck it is, I wanna know where it is now.

That's it, go!

- G.I. Joe, my office. - Yes, sir.

- Getting settled in nicely? - Yes, sir, thanks for asking.

Close the door.

Like to smoke weed, Wells?

- What? - Do you like to get high?

No, sir.

On your polygraph, an abnormal answer

causes the needle to jump as high as here.

Mine's beneath it.

But at a greater variance than your other answers.

I figure with your Special Forces training,

lying to beat a polygraph is probably child's play.

So, I'm gonna ask you one more time, for the last time.

Do you like the sticky icky?

No, sir.

Why the skip?

I smoked weed maybe three times when

I was younger to impress this hot chick.

How hot? Ass for days hot?