The Robbin Hoodlums

INT. UNION BANK - CONTINUOUS

GUARD #1, an elderly feeble-looking guard, stands by the entrance. Mac grabs him.

Mac (quietly)

Don’t say a word. Gimme your piece.

Guard #1 is wheezing, he takes his gun and gives it to Mac.

Mac

Afternoon everyone! If I could please have your attention for a minute!

Everyone stops what they’re doing. Some scream. Others drop to the floor.

Mac takes the handcuffs off Guard #1’s belt and hands them to Guard #1.

Mac (to Guard #1)

Cuff your hands together behind your back.

Guard #1

You pansy.

Mac

What?

Guard #1

You heard me. Can’t even take out an 80-year-old guard without a gun.

Mac

What’d you say grandpa?

Guard #1

Your hearing worse than mine, boy?

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