Hell or High Water Page #4

to feel sorry for cowboys.

It's the other way around.

And this makes you the executor?

Mmm-hmm.

No matter what

they charge us with,

they can't take it away.

There's no way to trace

funds from a casino.

All right? Once you get

the checks to the bank,

trust is untouchable.

You can't tell

nobody nothing, right?

Well, what is there to tell?

I mean, you boys won that

money gambling, didn't you?

$32,000 pays off

the reverse mortgage.

And those bastards paid the

property tax from 2012 to now,

that's another $11,000.

So, $43,000 and you

are free and clear.

Just have the loan officer

fax me a release of lien,

and I'll get that over to the

lease manager at chevron.

The fax number is on the card.

Okay.

How much you making

on this deal?

Not near as much as I'm risking.

Why you doin' it then?

You know, they loaned

the least they could.

Just enough to keep your mama

poor on a guaranteed return.

Thought they could swipe

her land for $25,000.

That's just so arrogant,

it makes my teeth hurt.

To see you boys

pay those bastards back

with their own money?

Well, if that ain't Texan,

I don't know what is.

Thank you.

Now, they can

foreclose on Friday.

Come hell or high water,

be at the bank

in childress on Thursday.

Knowing them f***ers,

they will close early.

We'll be there.

Oh, and, Toby,

the trust needs to be

managed by a bank.

You really wanna

cover your tracks?

You get Texas midland

to handle this trust.

So,

what's the plan?

We're gonna watch that bank

like a deer feeder.

In time, we'll be right.

Now, let's see what

they got to eat here.

Howdy, ma'am.

How are you doing today?

Hot. And I don't

mean the good kind.

So, what don't you want?

Pardon?

What don't you want?

Oh, well, uh,

I think I'll just, uh...

You know, I've been working

here for 44 years.

Ain't nobody

ever ordered nothing

but t-bone steak

and a baked potato.

Except this one a**hole

from New York

tried to order trout

back in 1987.

We don't sell

no goddamned trout.

T-bone steaks.

So, either you don't want

the corn on the cob,

or you don't want

the green beans.

So, what don't you want?

I don't want green beans.

I don't want green beans either.

Steaks cooked medium rare.

Can I get my steak cooked...

That weren't no question.

All right.

Iced tea for you boys.

Iced tea would be great.

Iced tea, yep.

Thank you, ma'am.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

Nobody's gonna rob

this son of a b*tch.

My word.

How's she feel?

She runs good.

Ain't gonna win any races.

Got new Mexico plates.

She got a top?

That's how she came.

We'll take her.

Don't report it

stolen until Friday.

The guy from chevron is dropping

off the lease agreement.

Are you okay dealing

with that by yourself?

You okay being with

Debbie by yourself?

Remember, he ain't the enemy.

Just take the papers,

and say thank you.

The oil man is the enemy,

make no mistake.

He just ain't ours.

I'll be back

to the ranch by dark.

I will be waiting.

Drive like a schoolteacher with

all this sh*t in the back.

Sure feels like beer o'clock.

Ask and you shall receive.

Come in.

Mama died.

When?

A few weeks ago.

Well, good riddance.

No offense.

You okay?

You?

Here's the money I owe you.

I guess you'll be

selling the ranch.

It goes to the boys.

Really?

Mmm.

It's been put in a trust.

What's that mean?

It means no one can sell it.

Great. Something else

I got to take care of.

Hi.

Where's your brother?

I don't know.

Friend's house, I guess.

How come you ain't in school?

School don't start yet.

Just two-a-days

for football right now.

Your grandmother died.

I'm giving the ranch

to you and your brother.

Remember going out there

when you was little?

What am I supposed

to do with a ranch?

Anything but sell it.

We found oil on it.

You and your brother ain't gonna

have to worry about money no more.

Now,

you may be hearing

a lot of things about me

and your uncle.

Don't be like us.

You hear me?

Whatever I hear,

I won't believe.

No, you believe it.

I did all of it.

Now, you, you do it different.

Ain't gonna drink it?

You tell me not to be like you,

and then you offer me a beer.

Which is it?

Good boy.

How are the boys?

What are you doin'?

Insurance.

I don't want that

sh*t in the car.

We'll be running two

cars next time, brother.

They'll ride with me.

So, this is your plan?

We're just gonna sit here

and see if this is

the branch they rob next.

What would you rather do?

You wanna drive 80 miles

back to Olney

and look for more fingerprints

that we ain't gonna find?

Or you wanna drive 200 miles

back to Lubbock

and look at mug shots

that don't matter

because nobody knows what these

sons of b*tches look like.

Or we can just wait here

for them to rob this bank,

which is the one thing I'm pretty

damn sure they are going to do.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to make this last as long

as you can because the longer it lasts,

the farther you are

from that front porch.

No, I'm waitin' for these

boys to make a mistake.

So far they ain't,

but they will.

And they're gonna make it here.

So, just relax.

Enjoy this little town.

Do you wanna live here?

Got an old hardware store that

charges twice what home depot does,

one restaurant with a

rattlesnake for a waitress.

I mean, how is anybody supposed

to make a living here?

People have made a living

here for 150 years.

Well, people lived

in caves for 150,000 years.

But they don't do it no more.

Well, maybe your people did.

Your people did, too.

A long time ago, your

ancestors was the Indians,

till someone came

along and killed them,

broke 'em down,

made you into one of them.

150 years ago, all of this

was my ancestors' land.

Everything you could see.

Everything you saw yesterday.

Till the grandparents

of these folks took it.

And now, it's been

taken from them.

Except it ain't

no army doing it.

It's those sons of b*tches

right there.

You thinking about tomorrow?

Ain't you?

That little hotel clerk.

Why is it always the sweet ones

that are such devils

when you get them revved up?

Wouldn't know,

never had a sweet one.

Yeah, you like them pissed off,

lookin' for someone to blame.

Sure seems that way.

It's a good thing you're doing.

We're doing it.

Go easy on

the bank teller tomorrow.

I'll be as gentle

as a young nurse.

You coming?

On my way.

Hey.

Sh*t.

Good morning.

You want some breakfast?

Yeah, breakfast sounds good.

So we hit the Jayton branch

first, then Coleman, right?

Yeah, that should

get us what we need.

Let's do this.

Ugh... sh*t.

That's not part

of the f***ing plan.

Bastards closed down the branch.

What now, little brother?

Coleman.

What the hell you doing?

We gotta head to post.

What the hell you doing?

Get...

We got to head to post.

What are you talking about?

We got to head to post.

We're going to Coleman.

There's only one

teller in Coleman.

Whatever we get won't be enough.

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