12, makes a hundred and ten dollars a day, carries a Sig nine. And he's about to get...

[first lines] Doug MacRay: [narrating] Driver's name is Arthur Shea. Former Metro Police officer, fifty-seven years old. Soon as his partner leaves with the coal bag, Artie cracks a Herald, and he don't look up 'til the guy gets back. Marty Maguire. Cummins Armored courier. Five-ten, two-twenty, fifty-two years old. Picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 8:12, makes a hundred and ten dollars a day, carries a Sig nine. And he's about to get robbed. [cuts to Doug and Jem briefing their comrades, Gloansy and Dez, in a dark room] Doug MacRay: We're fucked if we see a helicopter, we're fucked if we see SWAT. We see a cruiser, stop, take out the engine blocks, keep movin'. No one needs to get hurt. James Coughlin: Yeah, these guards like to test you, though. They wanna get hurt for ten dollars an hour, don't get in the way.

Driver's name is Arthur Shea. Former Medford police officer 57 years old. Soon as his partner leaves with the coal bag... ...Artie cracks The Herald, and he don't look up till the guy gets back. Marty MacGuire, Cummins Armored courier: 5'10" 220, 52 years old. Picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 8:12. Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9. And he's about to get robbed. We're fucked if we see a helicopter, we're fucked if we see SWAT. We see a cruiser, stop, take out the engine blocks, keep moving. No one needs to get hurt. Now, these guards like to test you, though. They want to get hurt for $10 an hour, don't get in the way. Let's go. Move! All right, now getaway from the counter! Go! Go! Go! Everybody away! Back against the wall. You! Away from the computer! - Give me the fucking key! - Back up! Back! Go! Go! - Get up! Get up! - Get the fucking door! Get on the ground! -Get down on the ground. - Get your fucking ass on the ground! Move! Go, go, go, go! - On the floor! - I need everybody's BlackBerrys. -Everybody on the floor. - Slide your BlackBerrys up. Take off your fucking shoes! BlackBerrys to the front! Slide your fucking phones up. - The fuck you looking at? - Take your shoes off. Get the cash drawers. Let's go. - Take off your fucking shoes! - Take off your shoes. Bank manager, let's go. Get up. Let's go. Get up, come on, get up. Let's go. Not you. You. Get up. Let's go. Come on.