Yasiin Bey: Left Ear

The Italian Job

Left Ear

Left Ear: [observing the front gate to Steve's house. He sees guard dogs] Shit.
[Speaks into his wire]
Left Ear: This dude got dogs. I don't do dogs... I had a real bad experience, man.
Charlie Croker: [from their Netcom Cable van] What happened?
Left Ear: [speaking slowly to reiterate his point, irritated] I had. A bad. Experience. Damn it. "I'm" deaf!

[as they are dangling from under the road way, after Left Ear's gotten all the explosives in place, and is about to insert the detonater]
Left Ear: Just give me a minute.
Charlie Croker: [impatiently] NOW?
Left Ear: I'm about to insert this detonator tube, and if the brass touches the sides, we'll both be the last people we ever see.
Charlie Croker: [suddenly looking very nervous] Take all the time you need.
Left Ear: [after a long pause] Hey, Charlie?
Charlie Croker: What?
Left Ear: [pause] I love you, man.
Charlie Croker: I love you too.

Charlie Croker: We set?
Lyle: Yeah. I've enhanced the viewing matrix to track both the Cartesian coordinates and three altitude angles to give the exact position and orientation of our baby.
Left Ear: We're in Italy. Speak English.

[timing the getaway to Union Station]
Handsome Rob: It's either bad traffic, peak traffic, slit-your-wrist traffic... you know, five people died from smoking in between traffic lights today.
Left Ear: You know, they do have the Metrorail, Rob, you could always use that.
Handsome Rob: Yeah, that'd be ideal for carrying a ton of gold now, wouldn't it, genius?
Charlie Croker: What's your guesstimate?
Handsome Rob: The last twenty times I done this journey, you've got an average of thirty two minutes and a top time of fifty, but if we had green lights all the way, we could do it in fourteen minutes.
Stella: [poking fun] What? Couldn't get through traffic?

Handsome Rob: [after learning the value of the gold they've stolen] Twenty-seven million...
Left Ear: Say it again, man.
Handsome Rob: [louder] Twenty-seven million!
Left Ear: Again!
Handsome Rob: *Twenty-seven million!*

Lyle: [tell the other what he's planning to do with his share of the gold] I'm getting a NAD T770 digital decoder with 70-watt amps and Burr-Brown DACs.
Left Ear: [confused] Yeah...
Lyle: It's a big stereo. Speakers so loud, they blow women's clothes off!
Handsome Rob: Now you're talking!

Left Ear: [reading from a guide book] "Learn the language of poetry, art, romance, sex..."
Handsome Rob: Unlike you, my friend, I don't need a guide book. Can we go?

Lyle: [looking at his name on their new ID's] James Hymen? Come one, just once give me a cool name!
Left Ear: A hundred and forty pounds? Try one sixty five!
Handsome Rob: Try lifting some weights!
[as everyone is leaving Lyle still notices his bike is still laying on the ground]
Lyle: Hey, Charlie?
Charlie Croker: Handsome? Think you can help him with his bike?
Left Ear: Yeah, help Knievel set up for his next jump!

Lyle: [watching his screen] Metro just passed the station. You are clear for ninety seconds. Go!
[the three MINIs all turn and drive along the sidewalks, dodging pedestrians]
Charlie Croker: Come on, Steve.
[the three MINIs make a left turn and travel down the stairs into the 7th and Metro station. They dodge commuters inside the mezzanine area]
Lyle: Thirty seconds and counting.
[They turn onto the platform, as a Blue Line train comes into the station]
Lyle: Fifteen seconds, you're blocked in or you're paint on the train.
Left Ear: Go, go, go, go!
[They accelerate past a number of baffled Blue Line passengers inside the train]
Charlie Croker: Stay right on me. This is gonna be tight.
[He jumps his MINI in the tight space between the train and the wall. Stella follows. Left Ear produces some sparks as he makes the jump]
Left Ear: Go-go-go-go-go-go!
Lyle: You're gonna stop right... there.
[he presses a button and chuckles to himself. The train comes to a stop at the end of the platform, and the overhead lines lose power. The entire train goes dark]

Left Ear: Okay, party people. Here's the status. There's an anti-scaling fence, hardened electro-plated steel. Yeah, I'll have to paint that up with some nitromon.
Charlie Croker: Security on the property?
Left Ear: An armed guard, here. A little rent-a-cop with a nine millimeter on his hip. But that booth, security booth looks prime for a chemical grenade.
Lyle: Nitromon? Chemical grenades? That stuff's pretty hard to come by.
Left Ear: Yeah, Lyle, it's a bear market. Shit!

Left Ear: What are you getting, Rob?
Handsome Rob: I don't know, there's a lot of things you can buy with a lot of money. You know, I'm just thinking about naked girls in leather seats.
Left Ear: Obviously. See?
Handsome Rob: Suppose I get the Aston Martin Vanquish? There's not a lot a girl won't do on the passenger seat of one of those things.