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Three men, three different occupations and a thirst for something more in a boring suburban life is the result of the witnessing of a bank robbery.
Alan Giovanni, Jeff Distle, and Mike Irish are three suburban men, a locksmith, Architect, and lawyer. They are also bored out of there minds by these jobs and are thinking of taking on a second in being criminals. They start fulfilling their fantasies by committing petty crimes like shoplifting until one day they all witness a bank robbery and wish they were on the other end of the gun. This easily pulled off heist by the men in masks makes it look easy and is the deciding factor in the starting of a crime partnership between the three men, They start robbing local banks and city banks without much incident until one job where a cashier is shot gives one of he gunman a taste for blood and leaves the others disgusted. Leaving an odd man out and revealing a true sociopath in the group. The group reluctantly agrees to do one last robbery where the odd man out goes on a murderous rampage leading to a shootout with the police and two of the men thinking of turning on the third.
[SN: I took the liberty of correctly formatting this script snippet and corrected a few glaring English errors.]
STICKUP MEN
INT. ALAN'S SUBURBAN HOUSE, KITCHEN - NIGHT
Alan sits with his wife at there table with bills spread across it.
ALAN
Fuck.
WIFE
I’m going to bed you coming honey, well look at those tomorrow.
ALAN
I don’t want to look at them again. Why should I look at bills if I barely have enough money for the house that uses this shit.
WIFE
We wont look a them then. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.
ALAN
Yeah. I’m going to bed too.
Alan throws the bill down on the table.
INT. ALAN'S SUBURBAN HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT
They walk into the bedroom and Alan lays on the bed.
WIFE
You get your paycheck this week, right?
ALAN
Yeah.
WIFE
Then why are you worrying? The bills aren’t due till the end of the week and I’ve already been grocery shopping.
ALAN
Yeah. That’s this week. What about next week and the one after that? Things don’t always fall in place, not in this world and definitely not in ours. I can’t get use to having a fucking dead-end job where I get no respect compared to my last. It's just hard to do it, okay. Everyday I go to work feeling sick. I can't take it anymore.
WIFE
Would you rather not have a paying job at all? That wouldn’t make you sick just living on the street? That would get you more respect than working that job, eh?
ALAN
Don’t turn this shit around. I'm just saying that I need a different job. I don’t like changing peoples fucking locks all day especially when I have to do it in a neighborhood where I know some of these motherfucking judgmental bastards.
WIFE
Like who? Who are theses judgmental bastards?
ALAN
I don’t know. Mr. and Mrs. Britts. They use to say hi to me all the time when I was at the firm, but now they don't say shit to me. I don’t even get a frickin' nod. Not one fucking peep from those two bastards.
WIFE
Sorry to hear that ...
(in a sarcastic voice)
... but that's life. Get over it.
ALAN
Don’t even say it. I'm going to sleep. Maybe I'll dream up a better life.
WIFE
Whatever. Will get you out of this shit mood.
ALAN
I'm sleeping. Shhh.
