It's all about the heists baby, and a simultaneously perfect get away, should anything cluster-f*ck, which is not an option here. Slim, Otis, Frank and Alex turn out to be the polar opposite of run-of-the-mill heist charters. Did I mention each of their this-is-an-ordinary-hobby-but-wait-and-see-what-else-it-can-do skills are a stab to the police's? Karen and Lieutenant Macgruder both devise their own plots to get the quartet behind bars, though Lt. Macgruder is in for a taste of his own medicine. The furthest they get is making them a trio.
No heist waters down, and nobody needed a map for plan B. Mhhh, somewhere, on someone's lips is left a taste, could be on yours. Asking's not bothered with.
No heist waters down, and nobody needed a map for plan B. Mhhh, somewhere, on someone's lips is left a taste, could be on yours. Asking's not bothered with.