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Plot
Josh Kovacs is the manager of a residential apartment in New York. He is close to all the tenants, especially Arthur Shaw, a financier. One day Shaw is arrested by the FBI for fraud. Josh thinks it's a misunderstanding that can be resolved. But later he learns that the employees' pension fund which he asked Shaw to handle is gone. When one of the employees tries to kill himself, Josh's views of Shaw change. He goes to see him and loses his temper. He loses his job. The FBI agent in charge of Shaw tells him that Shaw might walk and recovering the pension fund is unlikely. She tells him that it's been rumored that Shaw has $20 million lying around if he needs it in a hurry. Josh thinks he knows where it is. So with two other employees who also lost their jobs and an evicted tenant, they set out to get into Shaw's penthouse to get the money. But they realize they need the assistance of someone who knows how to steal. So Josh asks a guy he knows is a thief named Slide to help them.
Keywords: apartment, apartment-building, arrest, bar, bare-chested-male, billionaire, businessman, caper, caper-comedy, car-accident
It's not just a robbery. It's payback.
Ordinary guys. An extraordinary robbery.
[from trailer]::Josh Kovacs: The average apartment in the Tower costs 5.6 million dollars. We have the best views, the most advanced security systems, but you know what these people are really buying?::Rick Malloy: White neighbors?
[from trailer]::Josh Kovacs: Several years ago, he was asked to manage all your pensions. Right now, they're saying that anyone who invested with Mr Shaw has been frauded.::Odessa Montero: Did he get your money too?::Josh Kovacs: ...Yeah. He did.
[from trailer]::Arthur Shaw: You people are working stiffs, clock-punchers. Easily replaced.::Josh Kovacs: I don't care what it takes. I will find a way to make it right.
[from trailer]::Cole Howard: We're not criminals. We don't know how to steal...::Josh Kovacs: Don't worry. I know someone who does.
[from trailer]::Slide: How come you bailed me out? Man, I don't even know your name!::Josh Kovacs: You don't remember Mrs Schaltzberg? We used to get dropped at her house every day for daycare! Heavy-set German woman, short goatee.::Slide: You the little seizure boy that's having seizures all the time!::Josh Kovacs: Asthma doesn't cause seizures!
[from trailer]::Slide: You know this was a bad idea, right?::Josh Kovacs: That's it, I don't want you talking to me for the rest of the robbery!
[from trailer]::Slide: A robbery can change very quickly. You have to be ready to adapt to the situation at any moment. Anything can happen. I was on a job a few days ago and my homie got shot in the face!::Josh Kovacs: If you get shot in the face, it's over.::Slide: If you get shot in your HEAD, it's over. If you get shot in your FACE, the bullet will go through your cheek and come out the other side! Then, what you gonna do?::Cole Howard: Die! We're all gonna die!
[from trailer]::Odessa Montero: First thing you gotta do, you gotta find the entry point. You gotta use your fingers, and you find the entry point. [Slide looks at Odessa]::Odessa Montero: You married?::Slide: No, I ain't married. What's up?
[from trailer]::Cole Howard: If anybody needs me, I'll be living in this box...
[from trailer]::Cole Howard: I'm thinking of becoming a male prostitute...::Josh Kovacs: I think I might have a better idea.
Mustn't draw in
So fond, I'm
So fond, I covet her
On her pedestal
Betray
Blind by her
I couldn't see this coming
Not by my best friend
Knife in your back
Don't want your jealousy
Insane
Act like nothing is wrong
But I'll tell you right now
I should've never
Chopped you up and buried you under my floor
Betray, heartbeat
Insane
Dismembered, In pieces
A burden, I should never have taken on
Should have never chopped you up
And buried you under my floor
Can you live with what you've done
Force fed, lifetime*
View me, like this
Next on your list
What have you missed
Beaten, again
Your life is suffering
Between the living moments
Life, there are no answers
Suffering, pinned down
By these coffin nails
How does it feel*
To know you can try like you always will
Can't stop me from falling up this hill
Say what you say
But what in your life has made you this way
I won't run or walk away
The worlds you spit can be taken away
It's over, that's all you can tell yourself
You can't break or bend the way I feel
And you know, you ain't shit
Always the same, you just sit right there
These things that you say, I can't remain
The strength in your numbers makes me laugh
And it always
Will
What makes a man push those,
Buttons that signal the end of call
Intent*
Intent to kill
Intent to destroy
Inside you die
Gather enough hate
Not to question why
Focus, find the will
Rifled sight
Gunshot eyes
Nervous wreck
Forced to Kill
Ignoring Hell
Alive or dead
Intent to kill
All are dressed for battle
The art of war
Found your home
Will not come back
Forever
This pine box fits you
Sleeping ground
Desperation, runs rampid
Kill or be killed
Escaping judgement
At least for now
Foxhole love
Filled with blood
Know fear here
Know your enemy
Intent will not come back
Smell of death is in the air
As they lie in the trench
You can feast your eyes
If you don't lose your legs
If you hit a mine on this lucky road
Bullets in your flesh
Kill
Napalm, spells like burning flesh
What has happened, I can't hear
If your number's up you could just
Can you plan for life's composition
Anatomy of everything-stream of consciousness
Interworking of the mind set in motion
A lack of attention, paid to detail
Proving theories - so much harder with a living subject
Drawing conclusions, a lapse in judgement
Purest form, except nothing less
Technical in it's simplicity
Break it down, can't you see
So much harder when you are the living subject
Drawing conclusions
We did not invent the wheel,
We just keep it spinning
Like a thirteen story jump
From a twelve story building
All who had come before, some became
Architects of failure, others made success look easy
But you know it isn't
All I know is every lab rat has its day
Even though it lives its life the same as the others that way
pass away
Here we are, engineering
Plowed under make way for change
Everywhere it's all the same
Scrape the land clean
So nothing remains unchanged
Years from now come back around
Where the childhood stilts were found
Old becomes new and still we're bound
Still frames inside my mind
The only thing's that left behind
Is this broke-ass infrastructure
Splinters of change
Sink in deep
IN the name of progress
From right here this progress
is minimal at best
Splinters of change
skin in deeper, deeper
This world's plowed under
As now the river flows into the sewer
Evil wishes, unjust ambitions*
Bell beckons you to your knees
Holy kingdom, corrupt intentions
Hypocrites don't hear your pleas
Different forms of religion
Blood spills, who's right, who's wrong?
Country's wrecked, now send a check
Enough belief to wage a war
Mistaken, salvation,
If I nail your ass right to the cross
To your knees, you fall to the east
Fucked if your soul can't get away
Blood, stains.
Propaganda
Win the spiritual lottery
If you die and I don't, will I be saved?
Hidden behind, this wall of lies
Who will save you in your time of need
as you hide behind
a grave for belief is not shallow
as your blood runs down this wall of lies
Take your own life, as other lives
Explode, and they run down this wall of lies
Who will
Save you
In your time of need
As you hide behind
A grave for belief is not shallow
Under the weight of the clown
We're all dead weight
Under nefarious rule
It's too late
Under the weight of the world
Gravity
Dimensions of hate
Isolate
Isolation, perception, isolation
Perception
Four-walled world
Two-faced lie
Forcing down
Ignorance
Perception
Your mind's
Split decision
Under the weight of the world
We're all dead weight
Under nefarious rule
It's too late
Under the weight of the world
Isolate
Come get some*
Check the door, secure the latch
Something is about to hatch beneath
This dead skin,
That's where the bleeding begins
With all that's been done to me
With the blind leading the blind
Hard to walk the line
Mindlock, mindlock your head is
Unscrewed and your mind is locked
Locked,
After all I have bared,
Nothing is shared,
Owe you nothing, life's not fair
thoughts better left alone, who cares
Now life's fucking you back
Almost felt bad for this
Time's short you can't bleed me,
time to realize!
Mindlock, mindlock
Now your head is screwed and your mind is locked
Locked!