Five of the six surviving thieves from Boston's eleven-man $2.7 million-dollar Brink's robbery, including the leader-mastermind, confess in fabulously convoluted detail the exact mode of the crime. The result is a King Kong of crime entertainment, already bought by Dino De Laurentiis for A1 Pacino. The reader senses that he's watching a filmscript unfold--and suspects that no movie could match the insane replays of the robbery's every fact which are at the heart of the book's method. Tony Pino, the hysterical genius behind the crime, spent six years obsessively casing the Brink's job, a kind of D-Day event in the annals of crime. Finally the day arrives, the gang moves in on the Brink's garage where the money is--and Brink's has vanished! Moved crosstown the very day of the crime. Then, more years at the planning board. Again the crime is set up. The thieves actually have their own keys and have made 75 nighttime visits to the very vault itself, mastering the new layout, timing the plan, the getaway--again they move in--and a Marx Brothers insanity explodes as seven mute thieves in identical peajackets and Captain Marvel rubber masks stumble around amid spilling millions, unable to identify each other or their tasks. Who are you? Who are YOU? Glorious dialogue, practically taperecorded on the spot. Big and mad.