[♪♪♪]
No distractions.
No histrionics.
WOMAN: Aah!
MAN: Everyone on the ground!
You stay with him
until I reach the teller window.
He'll take care
of the cameras, lights.
Me and the others
will control the situation
while you open
the safe.
We're in, we're out.
I need a gun.
Writing 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 gotta make sense
of what you see, you see?
Human face is like a puzzle.
You gotta know
what to look for.
Um...
This book, it's not gonna
write itself, know what I mean?
Are you saying
your science is like art?
Small A.
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 two 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.
But make it good, all right?
Okay. 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 and 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 two 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 writing here, a check?
That would 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 the planet,
which is saying something.
She's a 24-karat pit bull,
that one.
But you already knew that.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Have you written
even one word of this book?
Which you failed
to ever tell me about.
Well, the hard part
is in here.
Rest is easy.
Let's hope so,
for all our sakes.
Meaning?
This is a business.
You may not care
about responsibilities,
but please stop acting
like you're not aware of them.
Dr. Lightman, you're needed
in the lab urgently.
You're late.
Corporate accounts, press 2.
And you're leaking.
WOMAN:
Your wait time is 11 minutes.
Oh, 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.
Pleased to meet you.
Hi.
Now, pay 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 doing?
You all right?
Yeah.
So...
are you looking
for someone or, you know,
you're just casing the joint?
What?
No, it's all right.
Your secret
is safe with me.
As long as you
cut me in.
So, uh, when you gonna
do it, then?
Do what?
Rob the bank.
[RYAN STAR'S
"BRAND NEW DAY" PLAYING]
♪ Dream ♪
♪ Send me a sign ♪
♪ Turn back the clock ♪
♪ Give me some time ♪
♪ I need to break out ♪
♪ Make a new name ♪
♪ Let's open our eyes ♪
♪ To the brand new day ♪
[♪♪♪]
What, is it something I said?
Thank you.
Oh, that's interesting.
How much time
did you do, then?
Listen, buddy,
whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying.
All right.
State or federal?
How do you know I was in?
My money is on state.
When did you get out?
Was it days ago?
Weeks?
I've been in exactly
the same place
as you are now.
I doubt that.
Here you go, sir.
In answer to your question,
I read faces.
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.
Worked in that bank?
Yup. Corporate office
downtown. Why?
Nothing.
You sure about that,
are you?
What's my face saying
right now?
CAL:
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.
BAXTER:
Mr. Lightman.
CAL:
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 more private.
Pull the other one.
Mr. Lightman, there's 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 mapping
your camera blind spots.
I noticed because
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 would take me longer
than two minutes to spot him.
Why didn't your rent-a-cop
spot him?
Well,
you see the world differently,
Mr. Li-- Dr. Lightman.
Notice things others don't.
He recognized him,
which makes me think inside job.
John Agro? He's been
at the bank eight 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.
Even so, I'd call the cops
if I were you.
And tell them 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?
CAL:
You know this man?
Never seen him.
Why the fear of someone
you've never seen before?
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,
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 had 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 them?
What do you need
the blueprints
and vault combination for?
You froze my assets.
I froze our assets, Cal.
Funny.
I remember hiring you,
but I don't remember
marrying you.
You're gonna do something insane
to help that bank guard.
Absolutely certifiable.
Tell me there's a method
to your madness.
A man's family
got threatened.
You know what I mean?
Two of them, actually.
Two? Who's the other one?
Well, the guy
I saw casing the bank.
Not exactly
your armed-robber type.
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.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON RADIO]
Unused round.
Safety is still on.
She panicked.
Throw some more
coffee grounds in the pan.
This one is starting
to stink.
CAL:
Think I'm on.
OFFICER:
Sorry, sir, you can't go in.
I'm with her.
OFFICER:
All right.
Last time I saw you,
you maced me.
That's because 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 ID.
What did he do?
Steal a pen?
No. They got chains on them.
Hey, run this for me,
would you?
OFFICER:
Yup.
Smells like
a barista's underpants in here.
Though Sarah Lang 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.
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 lapdog.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Wallowski.
Your friend's name
is Mike Salinger.
Parolee? Yeah.
Sure.
Give me the number.
Mm-hm.
Yep. Thanks.
Did three 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 going?
I feel used.
You mean dirty.
Have a nice life.
You have a nice smile.
How would you know?
I'm looking at it.
Trust me, this has nothing to do
with your deafness.
Deafness, right?
Deafness. Handicap.
It's okay.
I'm used to it.
It's just
that Dr. Lightman is...
He's complicated.
Nothing suspicious
at the bank.
You sure about that?
A hundred percent.
Where have you been?
This is a 70 percent
science at best, Torres.
What's he up to
in there then?
GILLIAN:
Interviewing grad students.
Really? To replace him?
He's not
the most patient of, um...
Look, I'd be lying to you
if I didn't tell you
what it's like
to actually work for him.
GILLIAN:
Mike Salinger.
Family man, homeowner,
electrician.
He did three 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.
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
three months ago,
Salinger's cellmate.
Miller was the only one
caught eight 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.
CAL:
Only did eight years?
What was he?
Model prisoner or something?
I'm waiting for whoever
wrote his psych report
to get back to me.
While you're waiting,
I'll find Salinger and Miller.
Wait. Wait. This Miller guy
is clearly very dangerous.
Oh, well, odds are,
you know,
they're still cellmates
on the outside.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
What?
Mine is a Scotch, neat.
How did you find me?
Magic.
Got something you want,
but it's gonna cost you.
Oh, you're the limey
he told me about.
How did you make him
in the bank?
The real question is
how didn't I make him?
Hold him.
Okay.
You don't look like
a bank employee.
Ex-employee.
Didn't he tell you that?
What are you selling?
Oh, now he's buying?
Is this how you
normally do business?
[GROANS]
Oh, that's charming,
that is.
I've got the schematics
to the bank,
I got the combination
to the vault.
I'm here to do business.
What's in it for you?
Besides the money,
it's personal
between me and the bank.
What did they do to you?
They downsized, all right?
I put in 15 years in that place
making other people money
and 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.
Eight years in prison,
you think
they don't teach us
anything in there?
[PHONE DIALING]
HART [OVER PHONE]:
Hello?
Mr. Hart, sorry to disturb
you tonight.
I need to find some information
on someone applying for a job.
Yes. Well...
I got a feeling
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.
Give me the blueprints
and the bank combination.
You think I'm stupid enough
to bring them with me?
For your sake, you better
have somebody get over here
to drop it off.
Thought so.
49th and Blane, 30 minutes.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Okay.
In your psychiatric report
on Mr. Miller
for his parole hearing
six 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.
"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
done that for Mr. Miller.
Prison on its own
didn't help Mr. Miller.
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...
Stay here and be my lookout
if you prefer.
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 four ways,
do we?
You two and me
and my partner?
All right. No, I get it.
So there's more of you.
Say no more.
Because I don't need to know,
even if you wanted to tell me.
What is it, three more?
Four?
You talk too much. Anybody
ever tell you that before?
Yeah, once or twice, yeah.
I'll be back.
49th and Blane.
It will take me
no more than 10 minutes.
So?
It's a six-man heist job, then?
I can't see you
need that much muscle.
You keep pushing,
keep talking about the split,
and leaving here with your life
is gonna be payment enough.
You got any more food?
I could eat a horse.
[♪♪♪]
[FLOORBOARD CREAKING]
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.
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?
[♪♪♪]
HANSON:
It's his eyes.
It sounds crazy, I know.
But 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.
If 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,
back to plan A for you.
You can shoot your way
into that bank.
And good luck with that,
by the way.
[GUN COCKS]
[♪♪♪]
STEPH:
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 is 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 make friends with her
and her husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Agro.
TORRES:
John Agro is 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.
Oh.
Three years ago
the bank raised the interest
rates on our mortgage
for no reason.
We had no savings.
Mike called them,
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
getting the house foreclosed on.
Mike is 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 is open, didn't he?
Walk away
while you still can.
Oh, he gets about a bit,
doesn't he? Three to go.
How do you know that?
I talk too much.
Remember?
[CHIME DINGS]
CAL:
Look. Look at him.
He sticks out like a tart
in a nunnery.
Think the teller
has 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.
[CHIME DINGS]
Excuse me, miss.
Sorry about that.
There's three in the bank and
there's three more on the way.
Mm-hm.
All kicks off when Miller
gets to the window, so...
Offer me some paperwork,
as though I'm going
to open an account.
[CHIME DINGS]
Now, not that I would ever
open one here again.
[CHUCKLES]
Your people tracked down
Salinger's ex-wife. Ready?
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[CHIME DINGS]
What was the name of that, uh,
mortgage moron you're after?
You don't even know.
Who were you talking to?
New Accounts. I've been trying
to get in her pants for months.
Never say never.
[CHIME DINGS]
[♪♪♪]
Eh. Ten feet between you
and the rest of your life.
Who are you?
[CHIME DINGS]
You spent the last three years
blaming someone else
for your life falling apart.
What happens when you find him?
You want your son to have
his dad back someday, don't you?
[CHIME DINGS]
I'll meet you at the diner.
I'll even buy you breakfast.
Last chance.
[CHIME DINGS]
He'll hunt me down
for the rest of his life.
[CHIME DINGS]
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, do we understand
each other?
Good. 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.
Okay.
Now tell me to have a nice day
and be on your way.
You have a good day, sir.
Thank you,
officer.
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
domestic violence and that.
What, you don't believe me?
Walk out that door.
Go on.
Everyone on the ground!
Face down!
MAN:
Get down! Stay down! Move! Move!
Move! Move!
You, get down.
MAN:
Heads down!
You move when I move.
Go!
Move!
Right there.
[CROWD SCREAMS]
MAN:
Keep your head down and shut up.
You hear me?
Move it, move it.
Heads down! Heads down!
Do it! Heads down!
Get down!
MAN:
Up! Up! Move! Move!
Keep going!
Two minutes!
I'll get a third,
right?
Who's in charge
of home loans?
Home loans?
What is he talking about?
That's what he came for.
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?
Aah!
That's not helping.
Really, it's not helping.
Three 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.
[GUNS COCKING]
Freeze.
Down. Get down.
Yup. Afraid so.
How does it feel to be
on the other end of this?
Because I've been waiting
for this moment for a long time.
You like it?
How does it feel?
Put the weapon down,
Salinger.
OFFICER:
Drop your weapon.
Weapons on the ground.
Get your hands up. Right now.
CAL:
Coming in.
Bloody hell.
There's a lot of guns
in here.
How you doing?
You all right?
Oh, I'm good.
CAL: 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.
Well, someone
is gonna die today
if I don't get an answer,
all right?
Three 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 workmates.
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
three seconds.
I'm looking at him
right now.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
OFFICER 1:
Get down. Get down.
OFFICER 2:
Hands behind your back.
Everybody stay back.
He doesn't move!
[♪♪♪]
That person left the bank
over two years ago.
No, that person is you.
That's why you didn't want
the cops involved, right?
Because you recognized him.
Get him up.
You just helped us pull
six wanted bank robbers
into a honey trap. Cheers for
that, mate.
Now you're going back
to jail, you bloody idiot.
How do you feel
about that, eh?
Mrs. Salinger?
I'm Sandy Baxter.
I wanna start by saying
what I should have said
three 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 an error,
but I really don't think
that I can be held accountable
for your husband
resorting to violence
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.
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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.
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?
CAL: No, you're not sorry.
You're confused, Herbert.
No, wait.
Outside.
Door.
Whatever he told you,
all right, I'm not your dad.
[DOOR OPENS]
Good. 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.
[SHOUTS]
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--
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 nipping off
to see in business hours,
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.
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?
[LAUGHS]
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