Dirty Hundreds: The Worst Thing Happens

"I start asking what's going on, but the guy with a gun cuts me off and tells me to shut up. The front door is shut at this point. No one has to get hurt here," he says. "The next thing I know, the guys are reappearing with a dusty sports bag in their hands." He unzips it and just sees roles and roles of dirty looking dollar bills. When he counted them out, there was $10,000 just staring him in the face.