(Evening time in an upscale suburban neighborhood. Joe fiddles with the tool kit looking for a pick-axe. He stands up and turns to the family he and his accomplices have bound and gagged. He turns on the television for them to watch. downstairs, his fellow criminals toil digging a hole) DARRYL: (standing in deep hole in the basement) You know, we'd get through this foundation a lot quicker with that pick-axe. Where's your dumb cousin? BLAKE: He ain't dumb. And don't worry about him. Just keep working. (begins shoveling) BLAKE: Ain't our job to think. It's our job to dig. BLAKE: Maybe just a peek.