Dog Day Afternoon

COMMISSIONER: If you're right I'm gonna back you a hundred percent, you know that.

MORETTI: Fuck you, sir - if I'm right, I don't need you. What I want is - if I make an honest mistake I want help.

MORETTI: So whatsa deal?

COMMISSIONER: They jet's comin' out. But don't let 'em off the ground.

MORETTI: What if we gotta kill a whole lot of people?

COMMISSIONER: Don't let 'em off the ground.

MORETTI: Listen.

COMMISSIONER: Gene -- you smilin'?

MORETTI: No. I never smile any more.

COMMISSIONER: Whattaya think: we gonna kill any civilians tonight, Gene?

MORETTI: I never make bets or guesses, that way I'm never wrong and I never have to pay out.

COMMISSIONER: Gene, Jesus, what a bull he is!

SONNY: You'll be okay.

DRIVER: You men shoot, aim for the white meat!

DRIVER: Aw, hey...

SONNY: Come on, nobody's gonna get hurt. If they were gonna shoot, they'd shoot now.

DRIVER: I was lookin' at it. I saw you, man! Jesus! You oughta see yourself! You wouldn't believe it.

SONNY: Yes, I would.

DRIVER: God damn it, Sheila isn't gonna believe it. They just call in and say gas up a stretchout and get it down to and I say, 'shit, another load of Elks for the massage parlors.'

SONNY: Okay.

DRIVER: Jesus, you're the man!

SONNY: Come on, what's under this?

SONNY: These seats come out?

DRIVER: Yeah.

HEIDI: ...because you hurt me, God how you hurt me. Can you imagine, marrying another man? Did I do something to make you do that? Did I ever turn you down, or anything? The only thing I couldn't do, you're gonna laugh, is go on top - I got this fear of high places! And I let myself get fat.

SONNY: Don't call yourself fat.

HEIDI: I know you can't stand me to say I'm fat. Like I can't stand you being a bank robber. I guess that's what love is -- huh, Sonny?

SONNY: Heidi - why didn't you come down here?

HEIDI: Jesus - what - I'm afraid - I'm gonna get shot or whatever. You oughta see it on TV, the guns, the cops, they got cannon, machine guns, they're loaded with gear.

SONNY: They're not after you, they're after me.

HEIDI: Listen, it's late already when I realize it's not just a couple of ordinary faggots, it's just you and Sal. I couldn't get a baby sitter.

HEIDI: Hey, Sonny! I'm watchin' it on TV!

SONNY: What about the kids?

HEIDI: They don't know, I sent them to the neighbors. Sonny, Jesus, it's not like you. I can't believe, because you never hurt anybody since the day I knew you.

SONNY: Heidi, I'm dying.

HEIDI: I blame myself, Sonny. I notice you been tense, like something is happening; the night before last you're yellin' at the kids like a madman, believe me. And then you wanted me to go on this ride with the kids, this caterpillar about from here to there - fulla one- year-old kids. It's ridiculous. I'm not about to go on this ride, so you yell right there, 'You pig, get on the fuckin' ride!' Well, everything fell outta - me - my heart, my liver fell to the floor - you name it! Yellin' at me in front of all those people. Because you never talked and I never been scared of you, never. I think: he's gonna shoot me and dump my body in the river.

SONNY: Heidi, for Christ sake, shut up! Will you shut your fucking mouth and listen?!

HEIDI: See? You're screaming with the language and all! A person can't communicate with you. You become a stranger in your own home...

JACKIE: Sonny, there's somebody under that desk over there... I'm sorry...

SONNY: It's okay... it's okay...

SONNY: Hey, don't take the car!

JACKIE: Well, how'll I get home?

SONNY: Take the subway. We need the car. Hey, gimme the keys - the keys!

JACKIE: Sonny, I'm gettin' real bad vibes.

SONNY: Jackie - what are you talking about?

JACKIE: Maybe we can take something smaller... like a Spanish grocery.

SONNY: It's too late - just get away from me - don't talk to me now - go over to your place...

MAN: I'll kiss the baby for you.

JENNY: I love you.

JENNY: What guns?

MAN: The robbers in the bank. They got guns?

JENNY: Yeah. A lot of guns.

MAN: Well, stay away from them. Don't get close.

JENNY: Oh, yeah, I will...

MAN: Jenny?

JENNY: He says he doesn't know. Why don't you cook whatever's there?

MAN: It looks like a whole roast.

JENNY: Honey, send out for Kentucky fried chicken. The baby, just open a bottle of prunes, and one of the beef. The bottles are in the fridge.

SONNY: No. Look, we're kind of....

JESUS FREAK: That's why I can talk to you, as an equal, Sonny. You got to merge your whole soul with God. And then you are Him and one with the Holy Ghost.

SONNY: Yeah, well...maybe you better talk to one of these others, okay?

JESUS FREAK: Sonny? Don't send me away! I can help you save your soul ...

JESUS FREAK: Jesus Christ is coming back and he's really pissed.

SONNY: Yeah, well I don't blame him.

JESUS FREAK: You know, Sonny, I used to dope a lot, and I was into dipping? And I did a couple bank jobs, and the Lord Jesus in his everlasting mercy saved me, you know how?

LEON: So! Sal is with you?

SONNY: Sal? Yeah... Sal is with me.

LEON: Oh... wow! Sonny, you're really into one mess now.

SONNY: I know I am. I know!

LEON: Sal... Sal... Naturale, oh boy!

SONNY: He ain't going out. And if I go out he's just gonna kill the people. There's a lot of lives that I'm responsible for... that's all. So, I can't do anything. I got myself into this mess and I'll get myself out of it... the best way I know how! One of the ways is not giving up. I'm telling ya!

LEON: Would you do something for me? Please?

SONNY: What?

LEON: These guys that got me down here, you know, huh... they think that I'm part of this whole thing. They think I'm part of the plot to rob the bank!

SONNY: How did they think that? What are they... crazy? What do you mean. That's bullshit, Leon. They're giving you a fucken story.

LEON: Well... they told me that I was an accomplice...

SONNY: Oh... they're fucken crazy. That's a snow job. Don't listen to that shit!

LEON: I gotta listen to it if they think...

SONNY: Shit...

LEON: I can't survive in prison, Sonny...

SONNY: All right. Then what do you want me to say?

LEON: Sonny, would you please just tell them... please...

SONNY: Where are they now? Just tell me... are they on the phone now?

LEON: Yeah.

SONNY: That's great. Just terrific. You talk to me with them on the phone, right? That is really smart. And, you don't tell me?

LEON: I don't have a choice.

SONNY: You don't have a choice?

LEON: No! They're standing all around me. Seven thousand fucken cops... all around me.

SONNY: Look... who's on the phone?

LEON: Look... don't throw that on me.

SONNY: Who's on the phone, now? What do you mean... throw it on you? You knew it, right?

LEON: Yeah... I knew it. But, what choice do I have? I'm in the hospital; they drag me out of the hospital... bring me down here...

SONNY: All right, enough! Who the fuck is on the phone... anyway? Is that you Moretti? You on the phone? Will somebody talk to me?

LEON: They won't talk to you.

SONNY: Are they on the phone still?

LEON: Yeah... yeah!

SONNY: All right! He didn't do it. All right? Now... would you get the fuck off the phone? I'll bet that really changed them, huh? Anyway, Leon... did I do it for you?

LEON: Yeah... huh, thank you. I'm going to go back, Sonny, to the hospital. They're really nice people. They're really trying to help me.

SONNY: That's good then. You've found something.

LEON: Well... I don't know if I have or not.

SONNY: Do you still want the operation?

LEON: Yeah... yeah.

SONNY: Well, then...

LEON: It's my only chance!

SONNY: I don't know what to say to ya! I guess I just wanted to say I'll see ya... or whatever.

LEON: Thank you much... and huh, bon voyage.

SONNY: Right. See you sometime.

LEON: Yeah... see ya in my dreams, huh?

SONNY: Yeah... I'll write a song. Ha, ha. I don't know. Life is funny!

LEON: You said a mouthful... sweetheart!

SONNY: Hello. Hello, Leon.

LEON: Hello, Sonny.

SONNY: How are you doing?

LEON: Well... I'm out of the hospital.

SONNY: Yeah. You said... I thought you were never getting out?

LEON: I never thought I'd get out this way. I'll tell you.

SONNY: Well.... huh ...

LEON: Ooohh....

SONNY: Oh... huh ... how you feeling?

LEON: I'm really shakey.

SONNY: Well, you know ... Moretti told me before that you were drugged up.

LEON: Yeah. It was terrible.

SONNY: That... huh... they just shoot you with drugs.

LEON: You come in and they say, right away, that you are crazy. And they start putting things in your arm... you know. How do they expect you to get uncrazy if you're asleep all the time?

SONNY: Yeah...

LEON: You can't talk or do anything. You really feel... you know... I'm just sort of coming out of it now.

SONNY: So... that sure is something.

LEON: Yeah. So how are you?

SONNY: Fine, thank you. I'm in trouble. That is... now I am!

LEON: Yeah... I know.

SONNY: I don't know what I'm gonna do... you know. Boy... I'm dying.

LEON: What? What are you talking about? You are dying? Did you ever listen to yourself when you say that?

SONNY: What are you talking about?

LEON: What do you mean... what am I talking about? Do you realize that you say that to me every day of your life? I am dying. Do you know... do you realize the death that you are spreading around to the people who are around you?

SONNY: Now don't give me that deep shit now. Don't start with that shit.

LEON: No really... I don't think that you realize what it means. The things that you do, Sonny. You put a gun to somebody's head...

SONNY: I don't know what I'm doing.

LEON: Yeah... obviously you don't... when you put a gun to somebody's head... and you say go to sleep so that it won't hurt when I pull the trigger. Death? Don't talk about death to me. I have been living with death for the last six months. Why do you think I'm in the hospital? I take a handful of pills to get away from you. And then here I am out of the hospital talking to you on the phone... again. I have no friends left. No job. I can't live. I have to live with people. This death business... I'm sorry!

SONNY: I'm not on the phone to talk to you about that. Well, I don't know what to say, Leon. When you gimme that... when you hit me with that shit. I mean, what am I supposed to say?

LEON: I'm sorry...

SONNY: I told you. That I got a lot of pressures. You said to me that you needed money, and I knew that you needed money! I saw you there lying in the hospital like that... and I said... shit, man, I got to get this guy some money.

LEON: But I didn't ask you to go rob a bank.

SONNY: All right. I know you didn't ask me. You didn't ask me but I did it.

LEON: Well...

SONNY: I did it on my own. I did this all on my own. I ain't laying it on anybody. Nothing on anybody. I'll tell you something, though, it's about time that I squared away my accounts... you know. I am squaring away my accounts with life. Maye this whole thing is gonna end, somehow. Maybe it'll just end! Maybe I'll just close my eyes and the whole fucken thing will be over. That would be all right too! I said... I thought I would square it away with you... you know? That I would get you down here and that I would say so long to you... or, if you wanted... you know, to take a trip...

LEON: What trip?

SONNY: I'm getting out of here, man. I'm not going to stay here and I'm not giving up. I mean, huh, they're going to kill me, anyway. So fuck it! But, if I can get out of this... I am going to get out. And, how I'm going to do it is to get a jet out of here and I'm flying the fuck out... That's all, Leon. If you want to come with me, then you're entitled... you can come. You're free to do what you want.

LEON: I'm free to do what I want? And you think I would want to go with you some place on a plane? Where? Where ya going?

SONNY: I gotta jet coming here and we're gonna try to get the fuck outta this thing. And we're gonna go, man!

LEON: You're crazy.

SONNY: That's it.

LEON: You're really crazy.

SONNY: I know!

LEON: Where you gonna go?

SONNY: Who the fuck knows? I think we're gonna go ... we worked it out to Algeria. So, I don't know. So I'll go to Algeria.

LEON: Why you going to Algeria?

SONNY: Huh ... I don't know. They got Howard Johnson's there. I don't know why the fuck I'm going there for.

LEON: Howard Johnson's... you're warped. You know that? You're really warped!

SONNY: I know that. I'm warped... I'm warped!

LEON: God, Algeria! Do you know there's a bunch of... they walk around there... God! People walk around with masks and things on their heads. They're a bunch of crazy people there.

SONNY: What am I supposed to do?

LEON: I don't know... you could have picked a better place.

SONNY: Denmark? Sweden?

LEON: I like that... yeah!

SONNY: Sal wanted to go to Wyoming. I told him it wasn't a country. We gotta get outta the country! To hell with a guy who doesn't know where Wyoming is. Okay. Can you imagine what kind of a shape I'm in?

MORETTI: Leon? Whatsa matter? They give you a shot down the hospital or what?

LEON: Oh, God, they shot me with like unreal!

MORETTI: Well, you got to get hold of yourself. You got to talk to him, tell him to give himself up.

LEON: Oh no!

MORETTI: He's got eight people in there with him. He's got this kid with him ... they're gonna shoot the people.

LEON: I can't help it. I can't stop him from anything.

MORETTI: If he won't listen to you, who will he listen to?

LEON: He won't listen to anybody. He's been very crazy all summer. Since June he's been trying to kill me.

MORETTI: You try calling the police?

LEON: What good is that? They couldn't stop him. And it'd just make him mad. They don't know him.

MORETTI: Somebody's got to stop him, Leon.

LEON: He was under great strain: you don't understand, he's a very mixed up person.

MORETTI: He's makin' threats in there.

LEON: He's scared. It's crazy. I never met anyone like him. His wife, he's a wonderful father to his children. His mother - you should see her - his mother and father together are like a bad car wreck - he lets it all slide off his back, he sees them, he pays their rent. Unbelievable. I wanted to get married ... He didn't really want it ... he's married already! But he did it. I don't know why. I thought it would help me, but it didn't. I was just as confused and unhappy was before; I did terrible things.

MORETTI: What kind of things, Leon?

LEON: Ten days I spent in Atlantic City - Sonny was frantic - he knew I was drinking; he didn't know where I was ... who I was with. I couldn't explain why I did the things I did. So I went to this psychiatrist who explained to me I was a woman in a man's body. So Sonny right away wanted to get me money for a sex change operation: but where was he to get that? 2500 dollars! My God, he's in hock up to his ears already.

MORETTI: He needed money? For the operation for you?

LEON: It made him crazy - so much demand, he'd fly into this rages. And I got more depressed than ever; I saw I'd never get the operation. So I tried to take my life - I swallowed about a half pound of pills ... blues, reds, yellows, downers, uppers, screamers ... you name it. But I just threw them up and wound up in the hospital. Sonny comes there and looks at me and just says: 'Wow!' So when I hear he's in the bank, I almost go crazy because I know he's doin' it for me.

MORETTI: Well, don't you figure you owe to him to get him out of there?

LEON: I can't talk to him.

MORETTI: You're in it up to your ass, Leon. You're an accessory. You talk him out of there and they might be a little more understanding of your case.

LEON: I'm afraid.

MORETTI: How is he gonna hurt you on the telephone?

LEON: I don't know what to say to him. I can't.

MORETTI: You think it over, Leon.

SONNY: Is he all right? Is he all right?

MORETTI: He's all doped up.

SONNY: I want to talk to him.

MORETTI: He's groggy, Sonny. Let me get him on his feet and he'll call you back.

SONNY: Yeah?

MORETTI: We're bringing in your wife...

SONNY: What the fuck do you want?

MORETTI: They were ...

SONNY: You tryin' to fuck me?

MORETTI: No, I'm not tryin' to fuck you.

SONNY: So, what were they doin'? You're tellin' me you had nothin' to do with that back there?

MORETTI: I swear to God I had nothing to do with it ...

SONNY: Bullshit ... I don't walk to talk to you ...

MORETTI: Wait a minute ... everything you asked for is on the way ...

SONNY: Yeah ...

MORETTI: Is on its way ... The helicopter can't land but we got a bus ... the jet's on its way to Kennedy ... we got a bus coming here ...

SONNY: You're full of shit ...

MORETTI: Sonny, your wife's on the way ... We reached her ... your wife's on the way ... everything you asked for, you got.

SONNY: Well, what were you doin' back there?

MORETTI: It can't happen again ... I'll do everything I can to stop anything I can ...

SONNY: You know, you're telling me that a helicopter can't land here ...

MORETTI: Can't land ... you'd kill people ...

SONNY: Don't fuck with me ...

MORETTI: I'm not ... I'm not ... you're gettin' a bus ... you're gettin' a bus ... the jet's comin' into Kennedy ... and your wife's on the way ... what else do you need? What else can I get you? Listen, I don't know how you can do better ... see that man over there ... the FBI guy ...

SONNY: Just one more explosion like that and you're gonna see a dead body ...

MORETTI: There won't be ... there won't be ... What else do you need? How else can we help you?

SONNY: All right ... I got some hungry people in there ... I want to get some pizza ... some stuff like that ...

MORETTI: What else?

SONNY: Cokes, seven-ups ... also some aspirin ...

MORETTI: Aspirins ... okay you got it. Charlie! Six pizzas!

SONNY: Okay ...

SONNY: What the hell you doin' back there?

MORETTI: Sonny, come on out!

MORETTI: Sonny, be reasonable!

SONNY: I want to see my wife. I want you to bring her down here.

MORETTI: Okay, what do you give me?

SONNY: What do you want?

MORETTI: The girl hostages.

SONNY: Nothin' doin'. I give you one hostage when you bring my wife, and one for the helicopter, one for the jet, and the rest can come home on the jet.

MORETTI: I'll see what they'll do.

SONNY: I want a helicopter to get outa here! And a jet to take us to... ... wherever we want to go. Outa the country, so no little jets. A big one with a bar and a piano lounge.

MORETTI: I don't know, Sonny. I don't know if the helicopters can land in here. I'll have to check it out. I got superiors, unnerstan? They don't always see eye to eye with me. I'll do what I can.

SONNY: He wanted to kill me!

MORETTI: It's okay, you got a lot of protection.

MORETTI: What?

SONNY: When I'm bein' fucked, I like to be kissed a lot. Who the fuck are you tryin' to con me into some deal? You're a city cop, where's the FBI? This is a federal offense, I got kidnapping, armed robbery, they're gonna bury me! You know it, you can't talk for them, you're some flunky pig tryin' to bullshit me. Now God damn it, get somebody in charge here to talk to me!

MORETTI: Calm down, you're not ...

SONNY: Calm down... look at this, look at him...!

MORETTI: Let Sal come out, take a look. What hope you got? Quit while you're ahead. All you got is attempted robbery.

SONNY: ... armed robbery ...

MORETTI: Well, armed, then. Nobody's been hurt. Release the hostages, nobody is gonna worry over kidnapping charges, the worst you're gonna get is five years -- you can be out in a year.

SONNY: You got these cops outta here. They're comin' in too close.

MORETTI: Come on. I want you to see something.

SONNY: You want me to give up, huh? Look, Sal's in back with the girls. Anything happens to me - one move - and Sal gives it to them. Boom boom. How do I know you won't jump me?

MORETTI: I don't forget about Sal and the boom boom room. I want you to see this.

MORETTI: Right -- got ya. Okay, so there's you -- what's your name?

SONNY: What do you want to know that for?

MORETTI: Give me a name, any name, just so I got somethin' to call you.

SONNY: Call me Sonny-boy.

MORETTI: Sonny-boy, one word?

SONNY: One word. You won't find it in the phone book.

MORETTI: Listen, Sonny ... can I call you Sonny for short?

SONNY: Call me whatever you want.

MORETTI: Okay, Sonny, I want to see if the people in the bank are okay, then what I want to do is work out a way to get them out of there. I want to come over there, without a gun ... and you can frisk me. So you can see you can trust me. So we can talk and find a way outta this mess.

SONNY: I frisk you?

MORETTI: You frisk me.

SONNY: Right -- I'm with you, buddy.

MORETTI: I'd like just some sign I can trust you too, Sonny. I don't want to trust my body out where you could just shoot me. Some sight ... right?

SONNY: Sure ... like ... I'm not gonna shoot you.

MORETTI: How about letting the people out of the bank. Why put them in this position?

SONNY: They're what's keeping me alive. You think you're dealing with an idiot? Talk to me then.

MORETTI: Okay, give us the women.

SONNY: Oh, no ... Women is all we got.

MORETTI: You're all one way! I'm bein' reasonable with you; give me somethin' ... Give me one of them, anyway ... Just one ...

SONNY: So -- you want me to send one out there ... Okay. I'll see what I can do.

MORETTI: Okay, you're in there and we're out here. What do we do now?

SONNY: I told you -- keep away. I don't know what we do now.

MORETTI: Awright, but I wanna talk to you. First off, we wanna know if the people in the bank are okay.

SONNY: They're okay.

MORETTI: You alone, or you got confederates?

SONNY: I'm not alone.

MORETTI: How many you got in there?

SONNY: I got Sal.

MORETTI: Sal? What's that for? Salvatore?

SONNY: Sal. He's the killer. We're Vietnam veterans so killing don't mean anything to us, you understand?

SONNY: What a fuckin' comedy! WNEW plays all the hits.

MORETTI: Listen, first off, is anybody hurt in there?

SONNY: ... But you keep away from the bank or we start throwing bodies out the front door one at a time... You got it? Okay?

SONNY: Yeah.

MORETTI: What are you doin' in there?

SONNY: Who's this?

MORETTI: This is Detective Sergeant Moretti, asshole, we got you completely by the balls. You don't believe me, I'm lookin' you right in the eye. Right now, I can see you...

SHELDON: We're all set at Kennedy.

MORETTI: What makes you think you'll be able to control it?

SHELDON: He's totally unstable. He'll make a mistake.

MORETTI: He hasn't so far. I'm the one who can make a mistake. That's what scares the shit out of me.

SHELDON: Eugene, at 3:07, this became Federal. Why don't I take it over now?

MORETTI: Here comes the FBI. You men lookin' for protection? We got all the police right here.

SHELDON: Why didn't you just wait and try to take 'em out there in the street?

SONNY: You got Bank Americard?

MULVANEY: What now, Sonny?

SONNY: Listen, I owe a couple hundred dollars! I don't wanta leave owing anybody anything! A clean slate, a new leaf...

SONNY: Mister Mulvaney?

MULVANEY: Yeah?

SONNY: Are you a lawyer?

MULVANEY: No. I had some legal training, but...

SONNY: I want to dictate my will. I need a notary?

SONNY: You know, I don't know him very well - but he's not gay ... and he's not going back to prison ... One time when he was in prison, they gang-banged him; 13 years old and eight guys gave it to him ... So Sal isn't goin' back to prison, no way.

MULVANEY: I'm sorry.

SONNY: You know ... I like you people ... I really do.

MULVANEY: We like you, too.

SONNY: You know - I had a job once. I used to work in a bank. I had been training ... I used to have a boss ... Mr. Don Frio ... he wore a toupee ... I wonder if you'd hire me if I came in here and asked you for a job ...

MULVANEY: Would I hire you?

SONNY: Yeah.

MULVANEY: Why not?

SONNY: I don't think so.

SONNY: I'll never see them again, Mister Mulvaney.

MULVANEY: They look like good kids.

SONNY: They're like any others but they're special to me. You got kids? You told me; you got two.

MULVANEY: Special to me, too.

SONNY: You like me?

MULVANEY: Sure - we like you.

SONNY: No you don't.

MULVANEY: You seem like a likable enough guy. It's hard to judge.

SONNY: Hey! I'm tryin' to help you.

MULVANEY: I stay here. Damn it. I just needed the insulin. I'm used to it. Go on. Go on.

SONNY: You tell me. Is he endangering his health, because if you tell me he is, I'll get him out.

MULVANEY: I'll be God damned if you will.

SONNY: Oh, Jesus! You want to be a martyr or a hero or what?

MULVANEY: I'm okay ... I'm okay ...

SONNY: You know more than the Doctor? You're not okay, look at you. Come on ... ... let's get him out ...

MULVANEY: I'm not going. I'm okay.

MULVANEY: Are we going to get the ball rolling?

SONNY: What are you talking about? What do you think I'm doin'? I'm gettin' the ball rollin'. I'm keeping these people happy ... I'm keeping you happy ... I gotta keep the cops cooled out ... I gotta do everything ... I gotta pay for the pizza ... I'm workin' on it, do you know what I mean? I'm workin' on it ... Jesus Christ! I gotta do it all ... I got all the ideas ... you want me to give you the gun? You want to take it over?

SONNY: Do you think we can turn it on?

MULVANEY: I don't know.

SONNY: Where's the air conditioning?

MULVANEY: I don't know, Sonny ... on the roof somewhere I guess.

SONNY:

SONNY: You see what we're dealing with? They want me to kill all of you!

MULVANEY: What now, Sonny?

SONNY: Wait a minute ... I've been looking at this all wrong ... Let's look at it the other way ...

SONNY: Why the hell did he do that? What the hell did I do?

MULVANEY: I guess he didn't appreciate your use of language. They don't speak that way on television. It's a rule. Do you realize you've cut off a valuable source of communication?

SONNY: What?

MULVANEY: The TV ... they want to talk to you ...

SONNY: You're just a nice guy, Mr. Mulvaney. Only don't fuck around with me, you know what I mean?

MULVANEY: I don't fool around with you.

SONNY: Don't ask me questions. I got connections. You find out who I am, you're cold meat.

MULVANEY: I don't care who you are ... I just want to get you outta here, safe, right?

SONNY: What if I take you with me?

MULVANEY: If you take anybody, please take me.

SONNY: They'll shoot you; the fucking cops'll shoot you ... they don't give a damn. In spite of that bank insurance. You see what they did in Attica, they shot everybody, the hostages, prisoners, cops, guards, forty-two people they killed, the innocent with the guilty.

SONNY: You got kids?

MULVANEY: I got two kids ... and I'd like to see them again.

SONNY: Ah, I know! You're being very cooperative. I got no complaint against you whatever; you got bank insurance?

SONNY: Let's go to the back door. How'd that guy get to be a guard?

MULVANEY: Well, they go to guard school.

SONNY: To what ... learn how to shoot? They don't get a gun.

MULVANEY: They make $105 a week to start. They fold the flag, check the place out in the morning. I don't know what they learn, Sonny.

SONNY: Now, you -- what's your name?

MULVANEY: Mulvaney...

SONNY: You and me are checking the other ways in and out.

SONNY: Where's the back door?

MULVANEY: It's locked on the inside. It's through that passageway and to the right.

MULVANEY: I swear to God... on my salary, I'm not gonna be any hero...

SONNY: I took too long.

MULVANEY: Hello, Mulvaney here...

SONNY: Sal, get 'em in the vault.

MULVANEY: For God's sake, will you please go now? We gave you every nickel we got.

SONNY: You're goin' outside with me. If there's no cops around, we just split. Otherwise, you go with us.

SONNY: The gun's right on your back...

MULVANEY: Give me the keys...

MULVANEY: Howard, give him the keys...

SONNY: Gimme the keys to get outta here!

MULVANEY: Hello... I'm sorry I can't talk to you right now... I suggest you call during banking hours tomorrow. What is your name?

SONNY: Gimme the traveler's checks and the register.

SONNY: Hey, you, manager... Don't get any ideas, fucker... See that man there? I bark and he bites!

MULVANEY: Believe me, I'm on your side.

SONNY: My side, shit!

SONNY: This is it? What am I gonna do with this? Holy shit!

MULVANEY: It's all we got.

SONNY: Okay, don't worry about it. Stick it in the bag...

SONNY: What's the matter with you?

MULVANEY: Come on, lemme load you up...

MULVANEY: I must of been outta my mind.

SONNY: Well, you get your mind right. I'm a Catholic and I don't wanna hurt nobody, but goddamn it, don't you play no games with me. Unnastand?!?

SONNY: Okay, is the vault open?

MULVANEY: I can take care of that.

SONNY: Hey... let him out!

MULVANEY: Do what the gentleman says, Howard.

MULVANEY: Okay, okay... we know it's a stickup!

SONNY: If he moves - blow his guts out... Cover him!

MULVANEY: Thanks again, Sam.

SAM: I'm glad it's okay.

MULVANEY: It's okay. [Regards to the family, Sam.]

SAM: You all right?

MULVANEY: Little smoke: like a Polish four- alarm fire, is all.

SAM: Yeah. Well, you're okay?

MULVANEY: Yeah, thanks for keeping an eye out.

SAM: Okay.

MULVANEY: What is it, Sam?

SAM: Everything's all right? You okay?

MULVANEY: Yeah, just a cigarette got in a wastebasket.

SYLVIA: Ah, Sonny! Good luck, you know?

MULVANEY: You were terrific, too!

SYLVIA: Hey. It's raining.

SYLVIA: I wish somebody would tell me I'm gonna live long enough for it to be a habit. My parent, she'll be okay. My husband, he'll be okay. I even know who the bum is gonna marry. Terrific. She'll take good care of him.

MULVANEY: Girls, I wanta apologize. For my language back there.

MULVANEY: I didn't eat any pizza.

SYLVIA: I told you, he's got diabetes.

SYLVIA: Hey, girls -- I was on television...

MULVANEY: What about Howard?

MULVANEY: It's up to you ladies.

SYLVIA: Howard!

NEWSMAN: How did you know your son was involved?

PAULINE: It was on the TV.

NEWSMAN: When was the last time you saw Sal?

PAULINE: Oh, a long time. Because I kept asking my husband where the heck could Junior be? He wasn't around here. I thought maybe he was in prison or some place.

NEWSMAN: Did you know he was a homosexual?

PAULINE: No, not until after they killed him.

NEWSMAN: Did you always call him Junior.

PAULINE: Yeah.

NEWSMAN: Do you remember anything else about Sal?

PAULINE: No, that's all.

SAL: No! I'm not kidding. Don't you understand? You're pure!

SYLVIA: Pure?

SAL: You shouldn't start now.

SYLVIA: For God's sake! As soon as I'm outta this bank robbery, I'm gonna stop ... okay?

SAL: Go ahead. Do what you want to do. I hate to see you break a perfect record. You oughta take care of your body.

SYLVIA: My body? What for?

SAL: Your body is the temple of the Lord.

SYLVIA: You're serious!

SAL: You're really pure, you know? You got a perfect record. You never used that stuff to ruin your body, why start now?

SYLVIA: You know, you remind me of my 19- year-old brother - only he's got his hair down to his knees - he looks like something that eats berries and roots out of the ground. God forbid I should say something to him like, 'Listen, if you ever smoke marijuana, just remember that it's illegal' and he storms outta the house. You rob a bank, but you keep your body pure, is that it?

SAL: You gonna smoke the cigarette?

SYLVIA: Yes...

SAL: You don't smoke ... why do you want to start now.

SYLVIA: Because I'm scared, that's why. You never smoked?

SAL: I used to, but I stopped.

SYLVIA: You stopped? Why?

SAL: Because I don't want cancer.

SYLVIA: You don't want cancer? You're about to get your head blown off, you're worried about cancer. Gimme the cigarette.

SAL: Hey, Sonny - You did it!

SONNY: Let's move it, goddamn it.

SONNY: There it is, Sal. Sal?

SAL: I'm here.

SONNY: Oh, Jesus! Hey. How about food? I forgot to ask to have food on board.

SONNY: Just give me a receipt. Hey, Sal, you okay?

SAL: Okay, Sonny.

SONNY: All right.

SONNY: Hey, Sal ... How you doin'?

SAL: Okay.

SAL: What'd he say?

SONNY: He was talkin' about arrangements ... we were talkin' about the TV.

SAL: Why couldn't he talk about that here?

SONNY: He was showin' me how the airport bus is comin' in, like that, Sal. What's wrong with him?

SONNY: Sal?

SAL: They gotta stop sayin' that.

SONNY: It's the FBI. He wants to come in.

SAL: Have him walk in backwards.

SONNY: What?

SAL: They keep sayin' two homosexuals. I'm not a homosexual. I want you to stop them saying that.

SONNY: That's all they're interested in - it's a freak show to them. I can't control it, Sal - let'em say what they want. Forget it. It don't matter.

SONNY: Okay ... okay ... all right, Sal, it's okay. I got everything straightened out ... it's gonna be okay.

SAL: Get over there!

SONNY: Look, I talked to him and it's not going to be a helicopter - they can't land on top of the roof - so they're comin' with a big ... limousine bus and they'll take us to the airport - and they're gonna get a jet ... so things are rollin' ... they're movin' ... I also ordered some food ... I got some pizzas for us, all right? I got some things to drink - I got sodas ... I even asked them for aspirins ... I'm doin' what I can ... now I gotta pay for the pizza ... where are the marked bills?

SONNY: They're trying to come through the door!

SAL: Everybody! Back here!

SAL: Sonny -

SONNY: Yeah ...

SAL: I never been up in a plane before.

SONNY: It's nothing - it just goes up - it's the safest thing in the world. Safer than a car. Don't worry about it, Sal - it'll be all right ... they're great ...

SONNY: You realize, Sal, that we're gonna get outta the country, so if you wanna talk to somebody, do it now ... You gotta Mother or a Father? Friends? If we gotta be outside the country, where do you wanna go? Any country. Just name a country.

SAL: Wyoming.

SONNY: Wyoming ... That's not out of the country -- that's in the United States ... Look, I'll be back.

SONNY: Okay, Sal ... what do we do?

SAL:

SONNY: I figure maybe we can get the FBI to make a deal ...

SAL: What kind of a deal?

SONNY: Maybe we can get outta this thing alive ... get 'em to drop the kidnapping charges ...

SAL: What do you mean? You talkin' about coppin a plea?

SONNY:

SAL: ... because if you're talking about coppin' a plea, I'm tellin' you right now, there's no deal ... I'm never going back to prison ... We got our own deal already ... Do you remember the pact we made? You and me and Jackie - that night in the bar ... we were talkin' about if we get trapped in the bank, what are you gonna do ... Right? What did we say? What did we say!

SONNY: We'd kill ourselves.

SAL: Does that still go?

SONNY: We're not there yet.

SONNY: To show that we're negotiating.

SAL: All right ... send them the guard.

SONNY: All right ... let's go.

SONNY: He wants one.

SAL: Dead or alive?

SONNY: Alive.

SONNY: Sal, I'm sorry about this. But we can get outta this thing. There's a way outta this.

SAL: Are you serious? About throwin' a body outta here if we have to?

SONNY: Well, I stalled him for a while. When it comes the time, then we'll work it out. Okay?

SAL: But do you mean in? ... But you just told him that if worse comes to worse...

SONNY: I want him to think that.

SAL: But I want to know what you think.

SONNY: We won't have to.

SAL: I'll tell you right now - that I'm ready to do it.

SAL: You mean that?

SONNY: What?

SAL: ... The bodies out the door.

SONNY: I want him to think that.

SAL: But do you mean it?

SONNY: It's the cops. Shit!

SAL: How'd that happen?

SAL: Goddamn women...

SONNY: Ah shit. Okay... go ahead. Anybody else have to go?

SAL: Where's the money?

SONNY: Get 'em in the vault!

SAL: He's gone?

SONNY: Yeah - it's all right... let's go.

SONNY: Ah, Jesus...

SAL: Let's go, Sonny.

SONNY: What are you crying for? Jesus Christ. It's not your fault there's no money...

SONNY: Hey, for christ's sake... now... fuckin' asshole... He can't make it.

SAL: Fuck him - let him out!

SONNY: I ain't eaten all day. I just realized it.

SHELDON: We'll have hamburgers on the plane. You ready?

SHELDON: That's the jet. You give us one more, now. That's the deal...

SONNY: Okay. Which one goes?

SONNY: Okay - you got your one.

SHELDON: You follow my car.

SHELDON: I can't allow that, Sonny...

SONNY: You can't allow! I'm running this thing, what gives you the idea you can say shit? Come on. I'll pay you. Whatta you want? Two hundred? A thousand?

SONNY: I don't want him.

SHELDON: What can he do, he's clean...

SONNY: Gimme the black guy...

SHELDON: Sonny! Could you come out, please? Could you come out, please?

SONNY: It's my mother. Who needs this shit?

SHELDON: What's wrong?

SONNY: The manager, he's diabetic, he's lookin' bad.

SONNY: Wait a minute! What the fuck you tryin' to tell me?

SHELDON: What I said. You just sit quiet and we'll handle Sal.

SONNY: Nobody give their right name ... it's the FBI!

SHELDON: I just want to see all you young ladies are all all right in here.

SONNY: Jesus, you'd like to kill me, too.

SHELDON: I wouldn't like to, but I will, if I have to.

SONNY: Nothin' personal, huh? The man that kills me, I want him to do it because he hates my guts. Not because it's a job. Okay, let's go ... but you gotta walk in backwards.

SHELDON: I want to come in, and see if everybody's okay.

SONNY: You got guts. You think if Sal and me have cut their throats we're gonna let you out?

SHELDON: I have to see.

SONNY: Well, Jesus, these hostages are keeping me alive.

SHELDON: Okay, when do I get them?

SONNY: At the airport. We get on the plane, check it out, and if it's all okay we'll send them out. Except one.

SHELDON: I want them all.

SONNY: I want to talk to Leon.

SONNY: First off, get the lights back on and the air conditioning.

SHELDON: No more favors. That's all over, Sonny.

SONNY: Aw, Jesus ... you been doin' us favors all night!

SHELDON: I've got a jet. I'll have airport limousine here in a half hour. I want the hostages.

SONNY: Bullshit!

SHELDON: I'd like to work with you on this, not against you.

SONNY: Fuck! We did it!

SYLVIA: Goodbye, honey. Wish us luck!

SYLVIA: Here's your document, Sonny.

SONNY: Yeah - it looks real official.

SONNY: Hey, let's get ready!

SYLVIA: Sonny - Here's your document.

SONNY: My kids ... Kimmy and Jimmy.

SYLVIA: They're beautiful ...

SONNY: Hey, you okay?

SYLVIA: He's got diabetes. He's not a well person.

SONNY: Those bastards -- they poisoned the pizza! Sal - you didn't eat any pizza!?

SONNY: Oh, shit! I gotta have time to think.

SYLVIA: What is it? Did you just barge in here... He doesn't have plan. It's all a whim. 'Rob a bank! What not?'

SONNY: ... Just give me time to think...

SONNY: What are you trying to pull?

SYLVIA: I forgot she's in here.

SONNY: Come on, nobody's going to the bathroom - come on...

SYLVIA: Oh - Maria!

SONNY: Who the hell is that? God damn it! What the...

SYLVIA: Listen, I'll never make it. I'll have to go to the toilet.

SONNY: What's the matter... they never housebroke you?

SYLVIA: It's not a joke. I got this terrible fear of being locked in...

SYLVIA: Listen, we got young girls here... you could watch your language.

SONNY: I speak what I feel.

SONNY: Okay, who's the head teller here?

SYLVIA: I am.

SONNY: Open this up!

SONNY: I'm a fuckup and an outcast. There isn't one single person in my life I haven't hurt through my love. You understand that? I'm the most dangerous person in the world, because if I love you, watch out, you're gonna get fucked, fucked over and fucked out!

VI: No!

SONNY: Did Pop come down?

VI: No. This really pissed him off, Sonny. He says you're dead. He says he doesn't have a son.

SONNY: He's right. You shoulda done what he did. Go home. Don't talk to the FBI anymore.

SONNY: Mom - they're sending a bus to take us to the airport. You understand? If you're here - they're not gonna send it. They'll think I'm gonna come out with you.

VI: What's wrong with that? The FBI was very understanding when I explained it to him. Everybody knows it isn't you ... It's the pressures from your home life.

SONNY: For God's sake don't start in on Heidi again ...

VI: Did I say a thing against her? God forbid I should say anything against that fat cunt.

SONNY: Mom. Mom. There are some things a mother shouldn't say in front of her son.

VI: If she comes down here, so help me I'm gonna mash her brains in. Everything in your life was sunlight and roses until you met her. Since then, forget it.

SONNY: She doesn't have anything to do with it! You understand that? Mother? This is me!

VI: I know you wouldn't need Leon if Heidi was treating you right. The thing I don't understand is why you come out and sleep with Heidi anyway? You got two kids on welfare now. What're you goin' to bed with her, you don't have enough with one wife and two kids on welfare, you want a wife and three kids on welfare?

SONNY: Not now, Mom, please.

VI: What'll you do? Come out.

SONNY: I can't, Mom. If I come out Sal will kill them.

VI: Oh. Run.

SONNY: What the hell for? Twenty-five years in the pen?

VI: Maybe...

SONNY: Maybe! Aw Christ, what dreams you live on! Maybe what?

SONNY: What do you want here, Ma? You could of watched it on TV.

VI: My God, Sonny - you oughtta see - Alla Brooklyn is here! On all 3 networks!

SONNY: Mom - I got it all worked out; it's over. The best thing is you go home. Watch it on TV.

VI: I talked to the FBI, I told them about you, they said if you just come outta the bank it's gonna be okay.

SONNY: You did what? Who did you talk to? What for?

VI: Well, I'm only trying to get you outta this. I told them you were in Vietnam, you always had good jobs, you were with Goldwater at the '64 convention, but you had marital problems...

SONNY: Oh my God, mother!

VI: I said you were never a faggot.

SONNY: Don't talk to them anymore. Sal and me are getting a jet, we're going to Algeria - I'll write you from there.

VI: He was very understanding - you ought to talk to him ... Algeria?

SONNY: We can't stay here.

VI: Oh my God! I don't understand. If you needed money, why couldn't you come to me? Everything I got is yours. I got two hundred and maybe twenty-five in the savings. It's yours. You know it.

TV NEWSMAN: But I mean, why do you need to steal? Couldn't you get a job?

SONNY: Get a job doing what? You gotta be a member of a union, no union card - no job. To join the union, you gotta get the job, but you don't get the job without the card.

TV NEWSMAN: What about, ah, non-union occupations?

SONNY: Like what? Bank teller? What do they get paid - ... they pay one hundred thirty- five dollars and thirty-seven cents to start. I got a wife and kids. I can't live on that -- You want to live on that? What do you make a week?

TV NEWSMAN: I'm here to talk to you, Sonny, not ...

SONNY: Wait a minute ... I'm talkin' to you. I'm askin' you a question ...

TV NEWSMAN: The audience is interested in you, Sonny ... not me.

SONNY: Yeah! We're hot entertainment, right? You got me and Sal on TV ... we're entertainment you sell, right?

TV NEWSMAN: You're news, Sonny ...

SONNY: How much you have to pay an entertainer to fill this slot?

TV NEWSMAN: Newsman, not ...

SONNY: Okay, newsman. How much you make a week? You're not talkin'. You payin' me? What have you got for me? We're givin' you entertainment ... what are you givin' us?

TV NEWSMAN: What do you want us to give you? You want to be paid for ...

SONNY: I don't want to be paid. I'm here with Sal and eight other people ... and we're dyin'! They're gonna blow our guts out, man! You're gonna see our brains onna sidewalk! How's that for all you shut-ins and housewives to look at! You gonna help, or you just put it on instead of AS THE WORLD TURNS? We're dyin' here! What have you got for me?

TV NEWSMAN: You could give up.

SONNY: Oh yeah? Give up? You ever been in prison?

TV NEWSMAN: Of course not ...

SONNY: Then talk about somethin' you fuckin' know about ...

TV NEWSMAN: Why are you doing this?

SONNY: Doing what?

TV NEWSMAN: Robbing a bank.

SONNY: I don't know ... It's where they got the money. I mean, if you want to steal, you go to where they got the money, right?