Driver's name is Arthur Shea.,Former Medford police officer57 years old.,Soon as his partner leaves withthe coal bag...,...Artie cracks The Herald,and he don't look up till the guy gets back.,Marty MacGuire,Cummins Armored courier:,5'10" 220, 52 years old.,Picks up every Wednesday and Fridayat exactly 8:12.,Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9.,And he's about to get robbed.,We're fucked if we see a helicopter,we're fucked if we see SWAT.,We see a cruiser, stop, take outthe engine blocks, keep moving.,No one needs to get hurt.,Now, these guardslike to test you, though.,They want to get hurt for $10 an hour,don't get in the way.,Let's go.,Move!,All right, now getawayfrom the counter!,Go! Go! Go! Everybody away!,Back against the wall.,You! Away from the computer!,- Give me the fucking key!- Back up! Back! Go! Go!,- Get up! Get up!- Get the fucking door!,Get on the ground!,-Get down on the ground.- Get your fucking ass on the ground!,Move! Go, go, go, go!,- On the floor!- I need everybody's BlackBerrys.,-Everybody on the floor.- Slide your BlackBerrys up.,Take off your fucking shoes!,BlackBerrys to the front!Slide your fucking phones up.,- The fuck you looking at?- Take your shoes off.,Get the cash drawers. Let's go.,- Take off your fucking shoes!- Take off your shoes.,Bank manager, let's go.Get up. Let's go.,Get up, come on, get up. Let's go.,Not you. You. Get up. Let's go.Come on.,- You trying to be a hero?- Jesus Christ!,- When's the time lock set for?-9:00.,Don't lie to us, it's 8:15.,Listen, it's not your money.You understand? Don't lie to us again.,Hey, sweetheart, in the corner.Get in the corner. You too, brother-man.,Go. Go.,No distress call. Open it clean.,-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.- Don't stall,,This guy a fucking friend of yours?,Let's go!,I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.,Take your time, okay?,Breathe. Go.,Okay, get back. Get out of the way.,Front door.,- Hello.- Front door.,Hey, you guys open?,We gotta go.,Let's go. Let's bleach it up.,- Go, go, go.- Let's bleach it up.,- Come on, let's go. We gotta go.- Hold it. Silent alarm, this address.,- Who did it?-Look, nobody did anything.,- What? Huh? What'd you say?- Nobody did anything.,- You pull the alarm?-No. No.,- Did you?- I didn't pull any alarm.,We were leaving,you motherfucker! You fuck!,Easy, easy. That's enough.,-All right? Easy.- You fuck!,You fucker. We were out the door,you fuck.,Let's go.,Where's your purse?,What the fuck is this?,The cops get us walled in,we're gonna need her.,Sit down. Go.,Head for the boulevard.,You're gonna be okay.,All right? No one's gonna hurt you.,What's up?,Boosted a city work van.Which still hasn't been reported stolen.,Probably too busy working.,Used the van to screen the door.,Bleached the entire place for DNA.,Kills all the clothing fiber,so we can't get a match.,Silent bellcame from cage number two.,Assistant manager's at Beth Israel.,Our guys waited for the time lockto expire...,...then they had the manageropen sesame.,Under duress?,I don't know.,Ten foot steel safe.,Only as strongas the guy with the key.,Found the dye packs and the tracers.,Found the van, Torched.,-Where is it?-Where do you think?,- Nice to be back home, Dino?- Yeah.,It's all the love I getmakes the homecoming feel so warm.,Could be 50 people hereeyewitnessed these guys.,And 50 hands on a biblesaying they never saw nothing.,Well, it's a pro job.,All the pro guys I know are away...,...so I guess we got new pro guys.,The part of the job wherewe get to do something...,...that has no point and yields no results.Excuse me..
    Anybody see who lit this van on fire?,Is that where we are now?,Where's Jem?,Stopped on the wayto light a couple house tires...,...stick up a liquor store, maybe,I don't know.,-Are we taking hostages now?-No, we're not taking hostages now.,-You gonna talk to this fucking asshole?-For one thing--,Hey.,Speak of the fucking devil.,You made it.,-Take the scenic route?-We got a problem.,-What?-Well, look.,So what?,What's the matter?Let me see that.,Fuck.Oh, shit.,- See the address on that?-Bitch lives four blocks away.,Yeah, I knowwhere we are, Gloans. Fuck.,We gonna see this bitchon the street every day?,She didn't see anything.,Jesus, are you sure?,-Taking her for a ride didn't help.-Yeah.,Oh, fuck.All right. I'm gonna handle it.,How you gonna handle this?,I'm gonna stalk herlike a fucking A car, we'll find out.,-Find out what?-If she needs to get scared.,-She's already scared.-Well, maybe not scared enough.,Thanks, Kathy.,Ms. Keesey. Special Agent Adam Frawley,Violent Crimes and Robbery.,Derek here is gonna take someelimination prints.,I see you've givena preliminary statement.,I want to talk to youabout your abduction.,Okay.,-I understand they threatened you.-Mm-hm.,One of them took my license.,And did you try to escapeat any point?,No.,Is there anything you can identifyabout the men? Anything you'd testify to?,I didn't try to escapebecause they had guns.,I understand.,Then they just let you go?,-Yeah. They just let me go.- Thanks.,When someone enduresan experience like this...,...there are very oftenresidual effects.,It's gonna be okay.,Did they say anything?,"if you talk to the FBI, we'll cometo your house and fuck you and kill you.",Are you gonna take care of it?,-I'll do it.-Why are you gonna do it?,You're the reasonwe're having this conversation.,-I'm gonna get it done.-What are you gonna get done? Huh?,You get picked upfor intimidating a witness.,You walk within 100 feet of her,that's 10 years. Okay?,You got two strikes against you already.They're gonna bury you under the jail.,How much money's in the sack?,All right, we got 90 a pop.,Minus what I had to shave offfor the Florist.,Hey, Jem, what happenedwith the assistant manager?,Yeah. Well, next time Skeletor comesin the bank with an AK...,...I think he's gonna think twiceabout hitting that alarm, isn't he?,He's lucky he just got tuned up.,Are you gonna catch them?,Yes.,This is the FBI.We're not completely inept.,In fact...,...l know where they are.,Three hundred and seventybank robberies in Boston last year.,More per capita thananywhere else in the world.,The guys like this, hardcore guys, pros,90 percent of them...,...emanate from a one-square-mileneighborhood called Charlestown.,-Familiar with it?-You must be kidding me.,First thing B.P.D. doeswhen there's an armored-car robbery?,-Close the Charlestown Bridge.- And he's from Charlestown.,They use each other's yards, houses.They're like rats.,They ditch us pretty quick.,Heisting banks is a trade in Charlestown.,The way villages in old Europeused to be known for certain crafts.,In the town,it's banks and armored cars.,I don't understand it, but it makes it easierwhen you know which bridge to close.,Quinlan will set you up with a detail.,Meantime, if there's anything yourwitness specialist can't do for you ....,You got nothing to worry about.We're gonna find these guys.,-Hi, how you doing?- Good. How are you?,- Good. Come in.- Nice to see you.,-Good to see you.-How have you been?,-Good. Come in and have a seat.-Thanks, Margie,,-Can I get you guys anything?-We're tine. Thank you.,-Okay, well, Mike'll be right out.-Terrific.,Really done well for himself.,Yeah.,He got good moneyfor that place in the town.,Why does anybody move to Saugus?,It's gonna take us an hourto get over the Portagee Slide.,Yep.,Jesus.,This shit with the Floristis getting old, man.,I'm investing in a marquee score.,All right? So we gottamake a few payments.,Fuck making payments to him.,Hey, let me give you some advice.,Money don't care where it came from,all right?,The guy's a fuckingLucky Charms Irishman...,...who can't find no oneto sell his AKs to.........