Suspenseful Scene in Miami

Where's the safe?

Oh my, aren't you warm in that?

We wore those in Minnesota only on the coldest days.

Where's the safe?

Oh, you wanna put your gun in the safe, of course.

It would never fit in those small room safes we have.

The safe!

Well, I don't know where the safe is. I'll have to call our manager, Roland.

No.

Oh, that's okay. He won't mind.

Roland, I'm sorry to wake you, but we have a guest here who wants to put

something

in the safe, and I don't know where the safe is,

silly me.

Uh-huh. Ah. Oh, okay. Thanks so much.

It'll just be a few minutes.

Could I ask you a question?

I mean, the mask is a tip-off, but are you a first-time visitor to

Miami?

What about the safe?

Oh, Roland's on his way down.

Where are you going?

The Carlton.

Hello. There's a male Caucasian, six feet tall,

about

175 pounds, probably mid-30s. He's wearing a

ski mask, brown eyes, prominent Adam's apple.

He's carrying a .357 Magnum.

And he's on his way to the Carlton Hotel.

Who am I? Just a citizen who isn't quite as

stupid as everybody thinks she is.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is 411?

Well, could you give me the number for 911?