Alia!
Alia!
Alia!
Alia!
Next, please.
Come on, Maddy, come on, Maddy, come on.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on, Maddy.
Well, I'll put it into the computer system.
Would you be able to highlight it please
as a um, simple say--
Hey.
Information there on that line.
Um, all you need to do is--
Come on, come one. Thank you, have a good day.
Next, please.
It's uh, it's really straightforward.
Then what we'll do is I'll put that into the computer.
And you can
Is there anything else I can help you with?
No, that's it.
Next, please.
Hello.
Let me check.
So--
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Next, please!
And yeah, there you go. I appreciate it, thank you.
Next, please!
You're next.
Oh no, you go.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah, you know, I-- I-- needed to back--
Thanks. Mmhmm, hmm.
Thank you for the help. Thank you so much.
I mean how about this?
What are the chances, huh?
Yeah, that wasn't forced at all.
No, not at all.
No, it wasn't.
It was like fate, too thick.
Come on, well, you look a little flattered.
You always flatter me, Rex.
Against my will, no less.
Okay.
Okay, I'll take that.
Well, hey, picture this, though.
Maybe the whole evenin' of it.
That flattery, I mean, not--
Unless it goes that way, which--
What can I do for you?
Everybody, down on the ground now!
Everyone move where I can fuckin' see you. Go, go, go!
He said, "On the fucking ground now!"
Fuckin get down on the ground!
Everyone, shut the fuck up!
We gotta make this short and sweet.
So listen up your names.
Olivia Beatty.
Robert Bell.
Madeline Augustine.
And Angela Reynolds.
All of you up with your tills open.
Ken King, I'm c-- c- coming for you and your c-- c-- c-- combination.
Chop, chop motherfuckers.
While he's doin' that, all of you hold up your wallets,
fucking billfolds, money clips, take 'em out,
and hold 'em above your head.
I promise you'll be able to go about your business very soon.
And thank you for your cooperation.
Get the fuck out from under there.
Hands where I can fuckin' see 'em.
Now!
Wallets up!
Any resistance will be met with a broken fuckin' face!
Please, please, I don't have any money,
that's why I'm here.
He says he ain't got anything!
What did I just fuckin' say?
And at that moment,
Mr. Coen decided
that it was his place to put the lives of everyone in that bank in further danger.
And without hesitation,
without any care or concern
that's exactly what he did.
Those poor souls.
There's no denyin' the heroic nature of Mr. Coen's intentions
and actions.
No.
No, no, no.
No!
Alright, everybody get up!
Get out, I got this.
He may have meant well--
Stop, stop! Stop, stop--
But this wasn't self-defense.
Stop!
Hold it right there.
This was madness.
The fact that he caused an unnecessary death proves
he's a danger to society.
Rex, this isn't gonna go your way,
so the DA's offered a plea.
I think you should consider it.
What?
No?
Rex, if the jury wants to make a statement,
you can get 20 years just for count 1.
I was called a "hero" three times, were you not listening?
Put that up against the innocent death they believe you caused.
Okay, so what then?
The DA's offered eight years.
No parole, no probation, you serve the term in full.
Do your time, you're free and clear.
Keep walkin'!
I am not gonna tell you again.
I'm on a magazine?
Here you go.
Have a nice day.
Did you find everything okay?
Yeah.
And uh,
this, too.
Fuck.
Expired.
Holy shit!
What?
Oh, heavens, great, it's Rex Coen.
Hey, how does your first day of freedom feel, man?