Out of Sight
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:16:00
We got a lot of shit in here.
We got handcuffs in here.

:16:03
What's in this can?
:16:06
That's for your breath. You could
use it-- squirt some in your mouth.

:16:09
Yeah, well, that's mace, isn't it?
:16:12
[ Car Stops ]
:16:14
[ Indistinct Voices ]
:16:17
All right, you! Get--
:16:20
[ Engine Accelerates ]
:16:22
Hey. Where's your gun-- pistol?
:16:26
In my bag, in the car.
:16:40
Boy, it stunk in there.
:16:42
I believe it. You're ruining
a $900 suit my dad gave me.

:16:46
Yeah, it went great
with that 12-gauge too.

:16:48
Why in the world would someone like you
become a federal marshal?

:16:51
- The idea of going after
guys like you appealed to me.
- Sorry, what was that?

:16:54
Guys like me?
Let me tell you something.

:16:56
Even though I've been celibate lately,
I'm not going to force myself on you.

:16:59
- I've never done that in my life.
- You wouldn't have time, anyway.

:17:02
We come to a roadblock, they run the car
and find out who it belongs to.

:17:05
That's if they get set up in time,
which I doubt. If they do,

:17:09
they'll be lookin' for a bunch
of little Latin fellas, not
a big black guy drivin' a Ford.

:17:13
He must be quite a pal,
to risk his own ass like this.

:17:16
Buddy? Yeah, he's a good guy.
:17:18
Back when we jailed together,
he used to call his sister
every week, without fail.

:17:23
She's a born-again Christian. She does
bookkeeping for a televangelist.

:17:27
He'd call her up,
confess his sins.

:17:29
He'd tell her whatever bank
he happened to rob at the time.

:17:32
Buddy-- that
his given name?

:17:34
The one I gave him, yeah.
:17:36
[ Karen ]
So, what's your name?

:17:40
Be in the paper
tomorrow, anyway.

:17:42
Jack Foley.
You've probably heard of me.

:17:45
- Why? Are you famous?
- The time I was convicted in California,

:17:49
the F.B.I. told me that I'd robbed
more banks than anybody in the computer.

:17:54
- How many was that?
- Tell you the truth,
I don't really know.

:17:56
Started when I was 18 years old,
driving for my Uncle Cully,
and his partner, Gus.


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