10 Minutes Gone

I'll take care of things from here.

- Thanks, babe. - Mm-hmm.

- Thanks. - Sure.

So I thought through every angle

and reverse-engineered each option.

If our primary is compromised,

I set up two backside positions

leading down the alley,

where we jammed those surveillance cameras.

I'm gonna have two getaway cars positioned

at the north end of the alley, just off of Fifth Street,

and one on the first floor of the parking garage.

We all good?

Can I get you guys anything else?

Let's settle up.

Your money's no good here.

Thanks.

- We good? - Yeah.

- Take care, all right? - Take care.

See you guys.

Looks good, fellas.

You sure about this girl?

She took me in when no one else would.

Trust me. She's been working this game in this place,

and she's got ties all over the city.

She's our ace in the hole.

Like you always said.

All right.

No fucking around. Let's go over this again.

Three-card monte is a confidence game,

a street hustle,

in which the object of the game

is to find the money card.

The psychology of the con

is to increase the mark's confidence

until he believes that he has a special ability

to cheat the dealer and win easy money.

The people involved in it are known as "shills."

They conspire with the mark to cheat the dealer

when, in fact, they're simply conspiring with the dealer

to cheat the mark.

It's almost time. How are we looking?

We sacked all surveillance cameras

within a six-block radius.

We'll have at least a 30-minute window

where all of this is clear.

As long as the Sullivan brothers don't fuck up their end,

we'll be ready to roll out as soon as they come in?

Well, that doesn't give me much confidence.

Heard one of your boys had an image problem.

More like hard-core rotten luck.

Could've happened to anyone.

Yeah, but it happened to one of your guys.

His brother's a rising star.

He's pulled some major scores.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

As we discussed.

Five hundred for the hardware and the five-man crew.

The other one mill

will be delivered upon receipt of the case.

Looks about right.

All of these are clean.

You can dump 'em anywhere once you finish your next job.

None of 'em can be traced back.

Care to inspect them?

Do I need to?

None of us would be here today

if we didn't believe in honor amongst thieves, right?

All right, so who are they?

Griffin is the best hacker I've ever seen.

All he needs is inside access to the system.

I guarantee you it's gonna be disabled.

Marshall and Baxter are toughest guys on the circ.

They will not hesitate to throw down

if they get backed into a corner.

Frank and Joe Sullivan.

Frank's the best lock man outside of New York.

He's never taken a pinch, unlike his brother.

I was reluctant to allow a jinx like Joe

onto one of my crews,

but Frank stepped in and vouched for him.

Then you don't mind personally guaranteeing delivery.

Yeah, if everything goes according to plan,

they'll be hitting the bank right about now.

Right on time.

At least we got a break in the rain.

- Let's go, baby. - Let's do it.

How can I help you?

I'd appreciate it if you'd get your ass on the ground.

Move, move.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Police!

Drop the gun. Drop the gun!

Drop it!

Get on the ground. On the ground!

Ladies and gentlemen, on the ground.

I thought I told you to get your ass on the ground.

Thirty seconds, a new personal best.

You, sir, need a new security system.

You got the keys?

Vault keys!

There's not much left in there. We've been flooded out.

- On the ground! - Okay, okay.

Come on, let's go!

Get out of there! Come on out!

Let's go!

You make sure your face is on the ground.

If I see your eyes, I will put a bullet in your head.

Move! Move!

Come on, move it!

Get down! You too!

The alarm goes off, I shoot you.

I don't get what I want, I shoot you.

That's me.

The keys?

Face on the ground!

How we looking?

You guys are up.

Face on the ground!

Everyone flat on the ground, phones out.

Three minutes, Frankie.

Goddamn it!

Stop breaking my concentration.

Figured while we're here.

Bingo.

Ah, we're home free, brother.

- All right. - Oh, yeah.

We're ahead of schedule, so let's...

Shit.

Let's head for the primary. Go, go!

Keep your faces down.

Marshall, Baxter! Where the fuck are they?

Freeze!

Shit! We gotta go! Secondary.

Go, go, go, go!

Who's been hit?

Head shot, head shot.

I need backup on Courtside. They have body armor.

We got a runner! Get the chopper!

What the hell is going on? What's happening out here?

- Get back! - I have family they're holding!

They need your help getting out!

- Get back! Get back! - We need help inside!

I said get back!

Officer down! Officer down!

Take 'em, Marshall! Let's go!

Freeze, you son of a bitch!

Let's go, Marsh!

Two suspects.

We gotta get to the Fifth Street exit.

How the fuck did the cops get here so fast?

I had it timed out.

Could've been a guard we missed, a secondary alarm.

Bullshit. I had this planned out perfectly.

No sense in worrying about that now.

At the end of the day,

whoever gets the package gets paid.

Know what? Fuck this.

Let's clear the area and go straight to Claire's.

That wasn't part of the plan.

I'm not trusting anything we had set up with Rex.

Let's get to Claire and get the fuck out of the city.

Shit! Joe.

Oh, shit, Joe!

Oh, fuck, Joey.

Fuck.

- Can we do this in person? - Where are you?

What the hell happened?

This was a cakewalk.

- In and out in 10. - Maybe...

Maybe we lost track of a guard.

Bad call, letting Joe run point.

The guy's a jinx.

You should've let me buy him out!

It could've been a solid payday,

instead of this fucking mess right here.

Security detail changed.

Some civvie was playing Dirty Harry...

- Where is the rest of the crew? - I don't know.

Got my bell rung.

You don't know.

That crap ain't gonna cut it.

He's your brother!

This is the kinda shit that put him away the last time.

Joe's dead.

I'm sorry, Frank.

You know, this is still business.

What's the rest of the damage?

I don't know who's still in play.

What is it?

It went straight by the numbers.

The alarm went off, and we cleared the vault.

Where's the package?

Joe had it.

Then all hell broke loose.

I got hit in the head and got knocked out.

How did you get out?

We took the secondary getaway on Fifth Street.

It doesn't answer my question. Where's the case?