When each had rid themselves of their outer clothing, they did their best to fumble and pause and generally put off doing anything else-until all of them were down to their underwear, and the man with the gun angrily told them "C'mon, c'mon… strip, I said! I told you naked, and I meant naked, dammit! Get moving!"

Ellen and Carla were both silently crying as they reached behind their backs and unhooked the bras they were wearing; Vic managed to keep himself composed, but there was no mistaking the shame and embarrassment Robert felt as the two of them began sliding their underwear down. Once they were naked, Vic simply stood up, his hands at his side, while Robert did his best to cover his pelvis while trying not to look as though he were doing so. Neither of them could resist looking before Ellen and Carla started to slide their panties down their legs. When they were also naked, both females tried to cover themselves, too: Ellen by putting an arm across her bust and shielding her pelvis with the other hand, while Carla clasped her hands in front of herself and using her arms to cover what she could of her breasts.

By the time the family was naked, the other two men had rejoined the one with the pistol and were standing behind and on either side of him; they were far enough apart that all three men had clear views of the entire family, who had all opted to look at the floor instead of each other.

After what seemed like forever, the leader of the group asked "Anything to say, dad? Make all this stop now?"

Knowing that he wouldn't be believed even if he told them again, truthfully, that all the valuables were at the bank, Vic said nothing.

After several seconds, the man with the pistol realized he wasn't going to get an answer, and said

"Okay, if that's the way you want it. All of you, hands at your sides. That means you, mom, and both of you kids. Do it!"