No distractions. No histrionics.
Everyone on the ground!
You stay with him until I reach the teller window.
He'll take care of the cameras and the lights.
Me and the others will control the situation
while you open the safe.
We're in. We're out.
I need a gun.
Writin' a book like this is like--
well, it's not easy.
You know, it's like a high-wire act, really.
I mean, especially since the whole thing
hinges on a science which--
take my word for it-- in the wrong hands, would be a gaping yawn.
I mean, you can't make sense of what you see, you see?
Human face is like a puzzle. It--
you gotta know what to look for.
Um...
This book, it's just not--
it's not gonna write itself, you know what I mean?
Are you saying your science is like art?
Small "a."
Uh, he's selfish, some say brilliant,
but a bully.
He's dangerous. He's a narcissist,
and, uh, I can see that you are--
you're wondering how it is I've managed to work for him this long,
and, uh, you know, the truth is I don't know.
I don't know, but the point is that I'm here now.
Dr. Lightman, let me be completely clear.
You look like you could use a drink.
Beg your pardon?
Glass of water just to clear the throat, you know.
Back in a jiffy.
Torres, in 2 minutes, right,
I want you to come in my office
and tell me I'm needed urgently.
Needed urgently where?
I don't know. I don't care, all right?
But make it good, all right?
Ok. Yeah. No problem.
Uh, why?
Is this the Torres group already,
or is it still the Lightman group?
Right.
It's tap water.
You know, hope that's all right.
Save the planet. All that. You know what I mean?
My client, DeWitt and Jones publishing,
is tired of waiting
for the book they contracted you to write over 2 years ago.
They now need evidence that you're working in good faith
commensurate with the generous advance they paid.
In other words, deliver the book
before the end of the quarter,
or next time we see each other will be in court,
and you'll be facing charges of misrepresentation and, uh, fraud.
End of the quarter?
I mean, what do they think I'm writin' here, a check?
That'd be an elegant way out,
save the inevitable lien on your assets.
My advice to you-- write the damn book.
It's just tap water!
It's not poison!
Who was that?
That was someone with more contempt for me
than they have for the planet, which is saying something.
She's a 24-karat pit bull, that one.
But then you already knew that, didn't you?
Thanks for the heads-up.
Have you written even one word of this book?
Which, by the way, you failed to ever tell me about.
Well, the hard part...
Thank you for calling district bank.
Is in here. Rest is easy.
Let's hope so, for all our sakes.
Meaning?
This is a business. You may not care
about your responsibilities to the rest of us,
but please stop acting like you're not even aware of them.
Dr. Lightman, you're needed in the lab urgently.
You're late.
For corporate accounts, press 2.
And you're leaking.
Your approximate wait time is 11 minutes.
Ah, bollocks.
I need access to my account, please.
Yeah.
You see that, right? You see that?
They always look at me like that.
I mean, do I look like a criminal to you?
Don't answer that.
Cal Lightman.
Hi. Pleased to meet you, too.
Now, ay attention. Keep up.
You see these two?
They're on the rocks.
She's had it up to here with him, and, uh, he blames her,
so now it's all down to the money.
And see this one over here?
That's your average honor student, that is.
Or meth head.
Possible to be both.
But I digress.
I didn't catch your name.
Well, that's because you haven't given me a chance.
How you doin'? You all right?
Yeah.
So are you looking for someone, or, uh,
you know, you just casin' the joint?
What?
No, it's all right.
Secret's safe with me, as long as you cut me in.
So, uh, when you gonna do it, then?
Do what?
Rob the bank.
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What?! Is it something I said?!
Thank you.
Oh, that's interesting.
How much time'd you do?
Listen, Buddy, whatever you're sellin',
I'm not buyin', all right?
State or federal?
How do you know I was in?
My money's on state.
When'd you get out? Was it days ago?
Weeks?
I've been in exactly the same place as you are now.
I doubt that.
In answer to your question,
I read faces.
I didn't ask you anything.
Yeah, you did. Not only that,
I used to work in that bank,
so I've got the added edge.
You worked in that bank?
Yep, corporate office downtown. Why?
Nothin'.
You sure about that, are you?
What's my face sayin' right now?
You wanna hit that bank so much, it scares you.
I wanna hit that bank as bad as you do, worse, probably.
Could I just eat my breakfast in peace?
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
Mr. Lightman.
Let me guess.
Bad news about my accounts,
which you're secretly enjoying.
Sorry to keep you.
Sandy Baxter, branch manager.
Tell me I'm wrong, Sandy.
Tell me my accounts haven't suddenly and mysteriously been frozen.
Maybe you'd like to discuss this somewhere a little more private.
Ah, pull the other one.
Mr. Lightman, there's really no need
to adopt that tone with me.
First off, to you, Sandy, it's Dr. Lightman.
Dr. Lightman. Of course.
Secondly, you're about to get robbed.
Excuse me.
Robbed. You know,
cleaned out, hit hard,
guns and that.
You follow?
Yeah.
So he was mappin' your camera blind spots.
I noticed, 'cause I backed him out of one,
which is why you see him there.
So he's a pro? Well, if he was that good,
it'd take me a little longer than 2 minutes to spot him.
Why didn't your rent-a-cop spot him?
Well, you see the world differently, Mr. Ligh--
Dr. Lightman,
notice things others don't.
He recognized him,
which makes me think inside job.
John Agro? He's been at the bank 8 years.
I know his wife.
No one robs a bank alone.
Can you prove any of this?
I intend to.
You can't prove a thing.
Well, even so, I'd call the cops if I were you.
And tell 'em what,
the facial-tic guy says we're about to get robbed?
No cops, then?
That's what you're saying?
Correct.
That doesn't come cheap.
You think you and me, we can work together?
Is that it?
You think you can follow a few simple instructions?
Simple instructions?
You know this man?
Never seen him.
Why the fear of someone you've never seen before, then?
I'm telling you I don't know the man.
Oh, that's just not true.
So if you've never seen him...
You've either smelled him,
or you recognized his voice.
Recognized his voice.
See how your face flinched?
Directly linked to the muscles in your sphincter.
On my way home a few nights ago, I--
some guys came up behind me,
blindfolded me,
took me to a room, handcuffed me to a rail.
They wanted blueprints
and the combination to the vault.
They knew what they were doing,
and they'd done their research.
They knew my wife has Lupus,
where she goes to the doctor,
where my daughters go to school,
which classes they take.
They threatened my family.
You haven't given them anything, though, have you?
Right?
But you came this close.
When you recognized his voice in the bank,
you figured your time to think was over.
I'm gonna need those blueprints
and the combination to the vault. You have 'em?
What do you need the blueprints and vault combination for?
You froze my assets.
I froze our assets, Cal.
Look, it's funny, 'cause I remember hiring you,
but I don't remember marrying you.
You're gonna do something insane to help that bank guard.
Absolutely certifiable.
Please tell me there's a method to your madness.
Well, a man's family got threatened. You know what I mean?
2 of 'em, actually.
2 family men? Who's the other one?
Well, the guy I saw casing the bank, right,
he's not exactly your armed-robber type. You know what I mean?
Little bit more to him than meets the eye.
You didn't hire me.
You asked me to be your partner.
I practically begged you,
if I recall.
Those were the days, eh?
I'll have Loker and Torres interview everybody at the bank.
And find out who knew that the guard's wife had Lupus.
And unfreeze my assets.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Our assets.
Unused round.
Safety's still on. She panicked.
Uhh. Can you throw some more coffee grounds in the pan?
This one's really startin' to stink.
Hey, there, eh?
I'm with her.
Last time I saw you, you maced me.
That's 'cause you broke into my house.
She didn't know her killer.
What? How can you tell that?
Well, that's fear, that is, all over her face.
No contempt there.
Not just another pretty face, huh?
I need an I.D. tech.
What did he steal, a pen?
Nah. They got chains on 'em.
Hey, run this for me, would you?
Smells like a barista's underpants in here.
Look, I'm telling you, although this Sarah Lange
has the right qualifications on paper, she is not an ideal candidate.
Loker, I hear your concern, and I get where you're coming from,
but please just do as I ask.
Ask? You mean tell.
I knew you understood.
Can you give me a reason??
Ideal is overrated.
Lightman is gonna chew her up and spit her out.
Or maybe he'll choke.
Bank job.
Good case. Good collar.
Federal case, but what's the catch?
And what happened to your brother from another mother?
If by that, you mean Agent Reynolds,
I severed my ties with the FBI.
I'm no one's lap dog.
Wallowski.
Your friend's name is Mike Salinger.
Parolee, huh?
Sure. Give me the number.
Mm-hmm.
Yep.
Thanks.
Did 3 years for assault.
Played field-goal kicker with the head of a middle manager
at district American Bank, Silver Spring.
Same bank he was casing.
He just got out 18 days ago.
Hey, where you goin'? I feel used.
You mean "dirty."
Have a nice life.
You have a nice smile.
How would you know?
I'm lookin' at it.
Trust me, this has nothing to do with your deafness.
Deafness, right?
Deafness. Handicap.
It's ok. I'm used to it.
It's just that Dr. Lightman is...
He's complicated.
Nothing suspicious at the bank.
You sure about that?
100%.
Where have you been?
This is a 70% science at best, Torres.
What's he up to in there, then?
Interviewing grad students.
Really? To replace him?
He's not the most patient of, um...
Look, I would be lying to you if I didn't tell you
what it's like to actually work for him.
Mike Salinger. Family man,
homeowner, electrician.
He did 3 years for assault.
Yeah, he got out 18 days ago.
Tell me something I don't know.
Is he interviewing for friends?
You'll be miserable. He'll drive you crazy.
He has no respect for your time,
much less any sort of life that you may have outside of this place.
Oh, and make no mistake. Most of what
constitutes that work will involve nothing more than fool's errands.
You should stop worrying about me
and worry more about yourself.
You can read lips.
What's he saying about me?
Henry Allen Miller.
He was released 3 months ago, Salinger's cellmate.
Miller was the only one caught 8 years ago
when this armored-car driver
ended up a paraplegic for life.
We need to get the police involved in this now.
I'm all over that one, love.
So he only did 8 years?
What was he, model prisoner or something?
I'm waiting for the prison authorities
or whoever wrote his psych report to get back to me on that.
Well, while you're waiting,
I'll find Salinger and Miller through their parole officers.
Wait! Wait. This Miller guy
is clearly very dangerous.
Oh, well, odds are, you know,
they're still cellmates on the outside.
Hi.
Mine's a scotch, neat.
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How'd you find me?
Magic.
I got something you want, but it's gonna cost you.
Oh, you're the limey he told me about.
How'd you make him in the bank?
Well, the real question is how didn't I make him?
Hold him.
Blimey.
You don't look like a bank employee.
Ex-employee. Didn't he tell you that bit?
What are you selling?
Oh, now he's buyin'.
Is this how you normally do business?
Oh.
Oh, that's charming, that is.
I've got the schematics to the bank.
I got the combination to the vault, all right?
I'm here to do business. What's in it for you?
Well, besides the money, it's personal between me and the bank.
What'd they do to you?
They downsized, all right?
I put in 15 years in that place makin' other people money,
and that--this is how they paid me back? I beg to differ.
Who was your boss?
It's a plonker named Ronnie Hart.
Got a number?
His home number.
Do me a favor.
Hold that.
8 years in prison, you think they don't teach us anything in there?
Mr. Hart, sorry to disturb you tonight.
Need to find some information on someone applying for a job.
Yes. Well, unfortunately...
I got a feelin' this is gonna be your last.
Well, up yours, then.
Downsized?
You were fired.
Did he say what for?
Yeah. He didn't trust you.
You're gonna give me the blueprints and the bank combination.
What, you think I'm stupid enough to bring 'em with me, do you?
I know, for your sake, you better have somebody get over here to drop it off.
Thought so.
49th and Blane, 30 minutes.
Yeah.
Ok.
In your psychiatric report on Mr. Miller for his parole hearing
6 months ago, you gave him a clean bill of health.
I've worked in prisons.
A clean bill of health? Really?
Doctor?
Henry Allen Miller had come a long way.
So you wrote, uh-- here it is.
"That he has dedicated himself to the concept of rehabilitation
"and shows no signs that indicate
any remaining recidivistic tendencies."
What does that mean?
Miller paid his debt to society, Dr. Foster.
Your use of the phrase, "concept of rehabilitation"
suggests to me that there may have been some doubt
as to whether prison had actually done that for Mr. Miller.
Prison on its own didn't help Mr. Miller.
Right. Therapy helps, so much so
that he doesn't need it anymore.
I didn't say that.
I know. That's my point. Why not?
Henry Allen Miller, your former patient,
is a suspect in another potential armed robbery.
Need I say more?
All right. This is it.
Last known address.
Dead end.
Another fool's errand.
For a start, Lightman did not tell us to come here.
It's called initiative.
Oh, you're gonna explain initiative to me?
Um...
Can stay here and be my lookout if you prefer.
Aw, you just wanna be like him.
Any chance you get
to cut a corner or break a rule or a law,
and you just expect the rest of us
to follow behind you and clean up after you.
Wow. All that from one therapy session?
You broke into my personal calendar.
You might wanna ask your shrink
why you made it so easy for me to find.
Seems like I'm not the only one out for revenge here.
All I care about's what's in the vault.
So how we gonna do this, then?
We split the job 4 ways, do we--
you two and me and my partner?
All right, no, I-- no, I get it.
So there's more of you.
Say no more.
'Cause I don't need to know,
even if you wanted to tell me. It's--
what is it, 3 more?
4?
You talk too much.
Anybody ever tell you that before?
Yeah, once or twice.
I'll be back.
49th and Blane it'll take me no more than 10 minutes.
So...
It's a 6-man heist job, then?
I can't see you need that much muscle.
You keep pushing, you keep talkin' about the split,
and leavin' here with your life is gonna be payment enough.
You got any more food?
I could eat a horse.
Loker?
Jerk.
Be your lookout? What do you think I am?
More to the point, what do you think you are?
What would you have done if that hadn't have been me?
Ah, but it was you.
Oh, grow up.
I wrote the report on Henry Allen Miller
when I was in my first trimester,
if that's what you're checking for.
Did he know you were pregnant?
He threatened you, didn't he?
Seriously, right?
How does a guy like you partner up with a bloke like that, eh?
Or how does a man like you survive on the inside, eh?
You don't know anything about me.
You owe him,
don't you?
You owe him your life.
Shut up and eat your food.
Now you're using him as a weapon against that bank, right?
You got any salt?
It's his eyes.
It sounds crazy, I know.
But he--he has these eyes that look right through you.
Your fear of him sounds natural,
considering his history of violence,
but the fact remains you falsified his psychiatric report.
You let him loose, doctor,
when you believed he could be a psychopath.
Blueprints, but no vault combination.
You wanna live, I want that combination.
Well, it's in here, all right?
So you're gonna have to keep me alive, all right?
Otherwise, it's back to plan "A" for you.
You can shoot your way into that bank.
And good luck with that, by the way.
I told you.
I don't have anything to do with him anymore.
We found this at your old house next to his sleeping bag.
What is this?
I came here because I was told he might be in trouble.
It's your number.
He keep in touch with you?
Your ex is a suspect
in a plot to rob a bank in Silver Spring.
District bank?
That's anger.
I beg your pardon?
At the bank or your ex?
Or both?
Anger's normal, but if I saw contempt,
I'd be more convinced you were done with him.
He wrote me letters.
Still angry, so not exactly love letters.
There was this woman.
She had Lupus. He wanted me to--
to make friends with her and her husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Agro.
John Agro's the guard at the bank.
Your ex is putting a heist together.
No. That wasn't Mike.
He needed me to get him a list of names.
3 years ago, the bank raised the interest rates
on our mortgage for no reason.
We had no savings.
Mike called 'em, but all he could ever get was a computer message.
So one day, he took an hour off work,
which we could barely afford,
and he went down there
just to talk to a human being.
Looking for one of the names.
They gave him the runaround,
so he just snapped.
He lost his temper.
And attacked someone at the bank.
After that, we were finished.
No income.
We ended up gettin' the house foreclosed on.
Mike's never gonna let this go.
No distractions. No histrionics.
You stay with him until I reach the teller window.
He'll take care of the cameras and the lights.
Me and the others will control the situation
while you open the safe.
I need a gun.
You need to shut up.
He told you to kill me once the vault's open, didn't he?
Walk away
while you still can.
Oh, he gets about a bit, doesn't he?
3 to go.
How do you know that?
I talk too much.
Remember?
Look. Look at him.
He sticks out like a tart in a nunnery.
Think the teller's already spotted him.
You stay with me.
There's the door.
Use it.
This is gonna get nasty. You know that, don't you?
You're well out of your league.
Excuse me, miss.
Sorry about that.
There's 3 in the bank,
and there's 3 more on the way.
Mm-hmm.
All kicks off when Miller gets to the window, so...
Offer me some paperwork,
as though I'm going to open an account.
Not that I would ever open one here again.
Your people tracked down Salinger's ex-wife. You ready for this?
What was the name of that, uh, mortgage moron you're after?
You don't even know, do you?
Who was that you were just talking to over there?
New accounts.
I've been trying to get in her pants
for months. Never say never.
Oi. 10 feet between you and the rest of your life.
Who are you?
You spent the last 3 years blaming someone else
for your life falling apart,
and what happens when you find him?
You want your son to have his dad back someday, don't you?
I'll meet you at the diner.
I'll even buy you breakfast.
He'll hunt me down
for the rest of his life.
Don't blow it now, all right?
Don't blow it now.
The cop made him.
"No distractions. No histrionics."
Your words, right?
You got the time on you, mate?
He's with me.
We're opening an account
with that nice lady over there.
Now, we understand each other?
Good. All right, stop looking at her now. Look at me.
Her life depends on it.
Do they give you lot business cards?
All right, I want you to hand me one
with the hand that's on your gun right now.
Ok, now tell me to have a nice day
and be on your way.
You have a good day, sir.
Thank you, officer.
I told him there was a robbery in progress and he was too young to die.
No, um, I said I was having trouble with my neighbors,
you know, domestic violence and that.
What, you don't believe me?
Walk out that door. Go on.
Everyone on the ground!
Facedown!
Get down! Stay down! Move! Move!
Get down!
You move when I move.
Move!
Get 'em.
Heads down! Heads down!
Get 'em down! Facedown!
Up! Up! Move! Move!
Keep goin'!
2 minutes!
I'll get a third, right?
Who's in charge of home loans?
Home loans? What the hell's he talking about?
That's what he came for,
or didn't he tell you that bit?
Who's in charge--
is it you?
Are you in charge of home loans, lady?
Is that you? Huh?
That's not helping.
Really, it's not helping.
3 years ago, you made a mistake.
And then when I came in here to try to talk to you,
just to try to straighten it out,
I was treated like a second-class citizen.
I was given the runaround.
We're in!
Freeze. Don't say a word.
Yep. 'Fraid so.
How does it feel to be on the other end of this?
'Cause I'll tell you I been waitin' for this moment a long time.
You like it?
How does it feel?!
Put the weapon down, Salinger, now!
Get down! Get down on the ground!
Down. Get down now.
Comin' in.
Bloody hell.
There's a lot of guns in here.
How you doin'? You all right?
Oh, I'm good.
Good. There's gotta be at least 10 people
in the Mortgage Department at any one time, right?
Right, love?
All right?
You should have walked away while you had the chance, mate.
Put the gun down.
Eh?
Well, someone's gonna die today...
If I don't get an answer,
all right?
3 years ago, someone in the Mortgage Department screwed up
and put this man's life in the toilet.
Or so he thought.
He snapped,
and he kicks the crap out of one of your work mates.
Now, if I was the person who screwed up like that,
I'd never be able to forget it.
It's not her. That's not the face
of someone who's burying that kind of memory.
Put the gun down, and I'll tell you who you're looking for.
I'll give you 3 seconds.
I'm looking at him right now.
Get down. Get down.
Hands behind your back.
He doesn't move!
That person left the bank over 2 years ago.
No, that person's you.
All right? That's why you didn't want the cops involved, right?
'Cause you recognized him.
Get him up.
You just helped us pull 6 wanted bank robbers
into a honey trap. Cheers for that, mate.
Now you're goin' back to jail, you bloody idiot.
How do you feel about that, eh?
Mrs. Salinger?
Sandy Baxter.
I want to start by saying what I should have said 3 years ago.
Well, come on, then. Say it.
What happened to you and your family
should never have happened.
It was an honest mistake.
Yes, the interest-rate hike was in error,
but I really don't think that I can be held accountable
for your husband resorting to violence
and--and nearly killing one of our bank employees in the process
why didn't you say anything about the mistake you made
when you made it, Mr. Baxter?
Or when the bank employee that my husband attacked
was on life support?
Say it.
I was a coward.
I am a coward.
The Lightman Group was built on my sweat.
I don't see anyone else's name on the door,
nor on my book jacket, for that matter.
The one you haven't written?
You mess with my finances again, you and I are through.
Now, you're the language expert.
Can you tell me, do I mean that?
I, um--I wanted to say thank you.
He admitted his mistake...
Says the reimbursed interest
should cover the debt.
Don't ask me how it works, love.
Dr. Lightman.
We were told to wait here.
Well, whoever told you that misspoke.
Or you misheard.
I'm sorry?
No, you're not sorry.
You're confused, Herbert.
No, wait.
Outside.
Door!
Whatever he told you, all right,
I'm not your dad.
Good. Uh, I see you've met your new help.
Help?
Grad students.
Social psychology and behavioral science.
Charles from Berkeley and Sarah from Princeton.
Never heard of it.
It's in New Jersey.
Look, calm down, all right?
No need to yell.
Excuse me?
Look at me.
There's no need to yell!
And I was talking about your face, by the way.
You're hired.
Nice haircut.
Thanks. I got it just--
not interested. Told you.
Told him what, Torres?
What you think of me. You wanna know what I think of you?
Oh.
Started therapy, have we?
Had a little bit of a breakthrough recently?
You told him.
Hold on. It's not therapy.
So if it's not a shrink you've been nippin' off to see
in business hours, I might add,
what is it?
I don't have to tell you that.
I think you're on the hunt for a new job.
Well, wonderful.
Let me know when you need a reference.
In the meantime...
Right.
You said 8:00.
Hello?
Detective Wallowski,
mother superior.
I know who you are, Detective.
So now you've met the new help.
Group hug?
Too early?
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