A bloody Benny panted. "I told them we'd have money soon, but they kept punching."

"As long as you can drive," snarled Richie, just an hour before the job. "You can, right?" No answer.

In the car across from First National, Richie fidgeted. Too anxious, Benny thought.

Suddenly, Richie bolted, crossing quickly to the bank door. Hearing a commotion, Benny turned. Richie was knocking with his gun hand, begging to be let in. Benny checked his watch.

"Yeah, I can drive, better than you can tell time. Adios!" Easing into traffic, in his mirrors, Benny saw the first cops arrive.