fact,
in about 10 minutes...
this place is gonna
be alive with the meanest,
ugliest, most impatient animals
you guys have ever seen.
I'll give you five minutes
to take...
whatever you want
in the whole store.
I won't tell.
Take your guns and go.
Okay, then,
who's the girl?
- I'm his hostage.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.
Is that true?
Hmm?
Yes!
Yes, it's true.
And, um...
if the deal doesn't go down,
she becomes pig feed.
Bullshit.
Oh, really?
- Well, blow her away.
- That's bullshit!
Okay.
Then give me your guns
and I'll do it for you.
It's bullshit, right?
We'll see.
Roll over.
- You heard him.
- What?
Roll over!
You too, honey.
You heard me.
Roll over. Do it!
Come on, come on!
Roll! That's it.
- Very good.
- Mmm! Yeah.
Um... give me the guns!
No way, man.
Uh-uh.
Fine.
You do it.
I don't need her anymore.
- I only needed her
to get through customs.
- I don't like this.
This sucks.
It's not worth it.
- We don't have time. Do it!
- All right.
It's nothing personal.
- Jim!
- Too late. They're here!
It's too late.
They're here.
- Men, hold your fire.
- [Radio Chatter]
Ned, Tommy,
hold your fire.
There are infrared scopes
trained on your heads.
- We didn't want this!
- It's the girl you want, not us!
Ned, we got a WD-40.
That's right, a full-scale PMS.
Okay, everybody just relax!
Everybody, just relax!
The place is gonna blow.
Just relax.
Now, put down your guns.
They're putting down the guns.
Are you putting them down?
Get down 'cause
lives are at stake.
Let go. Now get back.
Get back. Spread 'em.
Spread the legs. Put down the dogs.
Okay, put the dogs down.
Both of 'em!
Put the dogs down!
Down!
- That was great!
- I got a surprise for you guys.
[Gil] We have a bit
of a surprise for you.
Them guns aren't loaded.
I got an idea.
How about a truce?
I'm full of shit.
You're full of shit.
Everybody at one time
is full of shit.
I'll throw on some corn dogs
and we'll get to know each other.
I'd like to know what
goes on inside your heads.
- Okay, you had the big one...
- No.
Sorry. I could've sworn
you had the big one.
Ha!
I lied.
These are the men that
killed that guy in Saltburg.
I'm fairly sure
that we're gonna die.
I'm disappointed we're not
going to California together.
We're not dead yet.
Pretty darn close.
If I can get them
to take me with them,
maybe I can get away
and come back for you.
We need a car and
they obviously have one.
Just...
- go along with whatever I do.
- Okay.
So, what's the word
on you two?
Are you married?
Obviously...
you're hack crooks if you can't
pull off a discount store job.
What were you planning
to steal? Hair spray?
[Chuckle]
Sorry.
Lady, you got a job?
No.
Then don't knock ours.
Crime isn't a job.
It's a sickness.
Whoops. Anyone
have some change?
[Coins Spilling]
You look like a lady
in need of a quarter.
I might need more
than just a quarter.
- You know...
- No.
You and I could make
a lot of money.
Honey, me and Nestor are partners.
- We don't need a third.
- You don't know, so shut up.
Hop on.
Now.
Let's go now.
[Nestor]
Know what you are?
Yeah.
You are one good-looking
ball of trouble.
Good.
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Go #
What do you think,
for the car?
- This one?
- The whole thing. We'll lay it in back.
We got multi-cassette
capabilities.
Think of the sound!
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
# Ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya #
[Jim] I'm not helping you
load your car.
Think again, boy.
You're not taking the
stolen merchandise out.
- I'm not gonna let you.
- Get out.
It's stolen.
All of it!
- Gimme that!
- No!
- Give it to me!
- It's mine!
But where...
Wait a minute.
- You're not going with them?
- Yeah.
You'll be an accessory.
- So?
- You don't know anything about them.
You certainly don't