feet of air-conditioning duct.
And when he opened the door for us...
...he was dripping blood.
Hundreds of little gashes
where he'd ripped himself to shreds...
...on the heads of the nails
going through.
- Vito, that dwarf had heart.
- Yeah, that he did.
- We worked for six hours.
- No, five and a half.
- Six.
- Five and a half.
On an inside steel door...
...with 25 grand of French perfume
on the other side.
We took turns with a sledgehammer.
We battered it. We hammered it.
We tried everything.
We even tried to cry our way through.
- Vito, am I exaggerating?
- Just finish the story, Pop.
Finally, Peewee knelt down
and prayed.
He swore this was gonna be
his last burglary...
...if only God would let us open
that fucking door.
You see, what the job called for
was a three-foot pry bar.
Your old man hadn't brought one.
So we left empty-handed.
Peewee left a pint of blood behind...
...and Vito swore he'd never go
on another job under-equipped.
Your grandpa's moral
is to be prepared like a Boy Scout.
But what he's forgetting
is that it was him...
...that should have brought
the pry bar.
- Bullshit. The tools were your end.
- The tools were my end? I beg to differ.
Whatever happened
to Peewee Grogan?
Peewee? Well, he wound up
doing 15 to 30 as an habitual.
And that's tough time for a guy
4-foot-2.
You're really an asshole sometimes.
You really are a fucking asshole.
What would you do for sex
if I were gone for a couple of years?
- You planning on joining the Navy?
- No, it's a hypothetical question.
Suppose, God forbid,
I got put in prison for two or three years.
What would you do for sex?
- I hadn't really thought about it.
- Yeah, well...
But now that you mention it,
there is this one big good-Iooking kid...
...works the vegetable counter
in Grand Union. He's crazy about me.
Oh, yeah?
You been overreaching
on your tax-evasion schemes?
I'll bet the vegetable kid in Grand Union
doesn't really love you.
Not gonna start moralizing, are you,
robbing Uncle Sam for undeclared cash?
- No, I was just talking.
- Don't go so far they really lock you up.
We're not as tough as we used to be.
I waited 27 months to marry you, Vito.
I rode on a bus six hours every Saturday
and never missed a visit.
We were a couple of kids then.
But I couldn't take it
if you went away now.
Besides, how would you be able
to face Adam?
All right. All right. All right.
Everything's the same.
One security guard.
- I told you this was gonna be a snap.
- Yeah?
- He's armed?
- His holster was on the back of the chair.
He's sitting there watching TV
with his shoes off.
Guard had a gun?
Yeah, what did you expect?
- I didn't really think about it.
- Well, welcome to the real world.
Relax. He's got one,
we'll have three.
- Two. He doesn't carry a gun.
- I don't wanna anybody carrying a gun.
What you think, they'll mail us the
what do you call them? The plasmids?
- Lf you don't wanna do this, say so.
- Vito, you're doing what you always do...
...you're treating him like a kid.
Adam should go in there packing.
He's never done it, Jessie.
He does not carry.
- We vote!
- We don't vote. He doesn't carry!
If Adam carries, I walk.
Close the lid.
- Wait. Didn't you bring any gloves?
- No.
Put that on.
Come on, come on, come on!
Say when.
- All right?
- Okay.
Go ahead.
Sit tight. I'll check out the guard.
Pull this. I can't see.
This is why I hated
putting on your snowsuit.
I was on much tougher scores
than this at your age.
All I saw out of them was a ham
sandwich. You're starting at the top.
Yeah, that's America.
Every generation does a little bit better.
- What if he's out making rounds?
- He's snoozing somewhere.
The work ethic in America
is dead and buried.
- Let's do it.
- Here.
Freeze!
Where the hell is he?
He could be off taking a leak
or making rounds.
Then we sit tight and wait for him.
- Did you close the hall doors?
- I think so.
No.