Cut to the only exterior street scene in New Jersey (or at least the only one they ever bother filming on), as The Little Lord, TFTSNBN, and Carlo pull up in front of the card game. They've even got Matush The Ecstasy Dealer as their getaway driver. This is seriously the worst crew I've ever seen, and as a one-time college coxswain, I've seen a lot of bad crews. Jackie tries to get the gang pumped up, but Carlo seems to be the only one with any confidence. It must be the shotgun. LL"TPA"FP expresses some reservations, thinking that maybe they should just go down the shore, but he finally decides that he wants to go through with it "before the crank wears off." Inside, Chris, Furio, Sunshine, A Guy Who Isn't Hesh, and also Thin Guy and Wide Guy are playing poker. The kids burst in and start the stick-up, with Chris calmly assuring them that everyone will cooperate. Sunshine, who's played by yet another in a long line of old-time directors (this time it's Paul "Moon Over Parador" Mazursky), spews forth a number of witty proclamations as the boys clear the cash from the table, including the ever trenchant "victory has a hundred fathers, while defeat is an orphan." Chris asks if they know who they're robbing, and you can almost see Jackie Jr. blanch behind the mask. All the wisecracks in the face of potential gunplay make me think of the "What-a-Burger" scene in Pulp Fiction, and when some random guy emerges from the bathroom and prompts Carlo to blow a hole in the door with his shotgun, the homage is complete. Upon hearing the gunshots, Matush bolts from out in front. Back inside, Sunshine starts with "If you can keep your head while those around you can't…" but Jackie Jr. suddenly loses his own head and shoots Sunshine right in the chest. Everyone dives for cover, and random gunplay ensues. Chris nails Carlo right between the eyes, but Furio catches a bullet in the leg from Jackie Jr. Fuckpants and the Sidekick run outside, and Jackie quickly car-jacks a passing vehicle. TFTSNBN waits in the middle of the road to be picked up, but Little Lord Fuckpants just leaves the now newly anointed Little Lord Fucked-Over to face the tender mercies of Chris and Thin Guy, who've arrived to point their guns at his head. It figures. I finally give him a nickname, and they immediately blow him away. Christopher, who's managed to look quite manly and professional this week, stands over the body and fires a few last shots. You can also easily tell that these guys are the adults, because they've got the whole getaway car thing down to a science. You can even hear Furio swearing in Italian in the back seat as they drive away.