1:07:00
Eating lunch, sir.
1:07:02
Bullshit, Yablonski,
I know what you're doing.
1:07:05
If you're not back in 10 minutes, you're
eating your retirement dinner tonight.
1:07:08
Yes, sir.
1:07:11
Son of a bitch.
1:07:18
Cripples, crazies.
What the hell happened?
1:07:22
Everybody got old all of a sudden.
1:07:27
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
1:07:29
It's afternoon, tussle neck.
1:07:30
- You're hurting my arm.
- So what?
1:07:33
All right, move.
1:07:36
210. Open this door.
1:07:40
Hey, Jane Fonda.
1:07:44
- Where's Harry Doyle?
- Who are you?
1:07:47
I'm his parole officer.
1:07:48
- I'm his parole off...
- Shut up.
1:07:53
- I warn you, I know karate.
- I warn you, I know Winchester.
1:08:04
Things ain't working out
too good, Harry.
1:08:07
Can't rob a bank without a gang.
1:08:10
- We'll try something else.
- Yeah, like what?
1:08:24
- Harry.
- Now, wait a minute, Archie.
1:08:26
- We never robbed an armoured truck.
- It's like a bank, only it's got wheels.
1:08:30
- Yeah, but the tellers have guns.
- So what?
1:08:33
I'll kick the guard in the nuts,
you knock him over the head.
1:08:36
Piece of cake.
1:08:38
Let's go.
1:08:43
Archie, Archie. Hang on a second.
1:08:45
Hold it.
1:08:49
- That's the dumbest idea I ever heard.
- No, it ain't.
1:08:52
- Yes, it is. I ain't gonna do it.
- I'll do it alone, then.
1:08:56
Put that away.
1:08:57
- You'll get your damn head blown off.
- You got a better idea?