Hell or High Water Page #5
If that ain't enough,
we head to post.
If we don't leave now for post,
we won't get there till noon.
You don't wanna rob a bank
at lunchtime, do you?
Yeah, we don't know the
patterns of folks out there.
The patterns are
the same everywhere.
Post ain't no different.
It's a bigger bank.
We'll leave your
car just out of town.
Come on now.
Sh*t.
I think I got this figured.
First two banks,
they were Texas midland banks.
All right, there are seven
branches altogether.
The main branch
is in fort worth.
They're not gonna
mess with that.
All right? They hit
the branch in Olney.
They hit the one in Archer city.
Then there's the one here.
Which they did not hit.
Alberto, will you
please follow me?
Just keep your mouth shut
and just listen
to what I'm gonna say.
There's the one here,
then there's the one
in childress.
There's the one in Jayton.
That one's closed.
I know that one's closed!
I know that one's
closed, Alberto.
That's my point.
Jayton is closed.
That just leaves post.
They're not gonna mess
with the bank in childress,
that's a fairly
decent-sized town.
Midlands and they hit that.
Yeah, one of them did.
Alone.
Then he ran all the way across
the road to get to the car.
idea that was gonna happen.
And what does that mean to us?
It means that the only branch
that fits the bill is in post.
Well, then let's go.
The town looks busy.
Little bit.
My word.
It's too big.
That's what she said.
It's no good.
Aw, this ain't your first rodeo.
Bigger bank.
More money.
Everybody,
get on the f***ing ground!
Get on the f***ing ground!
Young ladies, get on
the f***ing ground! Now!
Sir, down!
On the ground! Now!
Thank you very much.
Tellers stand up!
Open the drawers!
Get down!
Open the f***ing drawer,
young lady!
Are you deaf and dumb?
I said open
the motherfucking drawer!
You, down!
Now, step back!
Very good.
Someone's paying attention.
Now, get on your
motherfucking knees!
Hey!
Stay down!
All right.
Hey, hey, let's go!
Call 911.
Jesus f***ing Christ.
The whole goddamn
town is shooting at us.
Get in the back.
Get in the f***ing back.
Come on, let's go,
get in the car!
Don't let them get away!
How you doing
back there, little brother?
You f***ing killed them.
Those concealed carry permits sure
complicate a bank robbery, don't they?
It's not my fault it was payday.
This has gone too far, tan.
No one was supposed
to f***ing die.
It was them
or us, take your pick.
Yeah, go, Margaret.
Texas Midlands in post
has just been hit.
Ah! What did I tell you?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Locals are in chase.
Suspects escaping
west in an old bronco.
All right, Margaret,
keep us posted.
We're on our way there.
Give me an Indian whoop.
Come on.
These boys gonna go down.
Let's get some giddy-up
music going on there.
Oh, please, not that.
Yeah.
Hey, hey. Come on.
Snap out of it.
Snap the f*** out of it.
Sh*t, let me see that.
You're hit.
Boy, you're hit.
Get the back.
Well, you'll live.
It's a through and through.
Compress it.
Wrap it up.
You got to wrap it up tight.
Front and back, front and back.
Wrap it tight.
Oh, brother, hear me now,
hear me clear.
Unless you wanna be a black
mark on your sons' lives,
I need you mountain lion mean.
You hear me?
I hear you.
Mountain lion mean.
Yeah.
Yeah. It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.
Hold on.
Yeah.
Go.
Here, take the money.
Let's go.
Get to the casino,
change the money
like we planned.
This was your plan.
And it worked.
Every step of the way.
Trust it.
Where are you headed?
Don't be stupid.
I love you, Toby.
I mean it.
I love you, too.
Hey, Tobe, go f*** yourself.
Go f*** yourself.
Yippee hiyiyo.
You little doggies.
This is what they call
white man's intuition.
Sometimes a blind pig
finds a truffle.
Back up! Oh, sh*t!
Go! Move!
My word.
All right. We're gonna
need a SWAT unit up here
and a helo to pin
these boys down.
I'm on it.
Suspect is a white male.
He's got a rifle.
Get down.
He's on the Ridge!
He's on the Ridge!
Come on! I see him!
There's just one?
Yep, just one.
There's supposed
to be two of them.
Maybe the town folks got one.
Well, if they did,
they got the smart one.
This old boy is out of his mind.
Why don't you slip up
this canyon and tomahawk
that son of a b*tch?
Ranger down.
Call it in.
Get back. Back.
Get back.
Back up.
Back them up.
How well you know
the land around here?
Like the back of my hand.
All right. He's hid up in
that brush on that hill.
Can you get me up
there behind him?
Give me a half hour,
I'll have that bastard
field dressed on
the hood of my truck.
I can't let you do
that. You just get me there.
That's gonna be a 500-yard
shot if he's where you said.
Just get me there!
Sh*t.
How are you doing?
Good. You?
Where are you headed?
Ruidoso.
Where you from?
Hamlin.
Taking the scenic route?
Taking the only way I can.
They got the road
closed at post.
Everywhere you turn
they got the road closed.
You got your license on you?
Yes, I do.
Wait right there.
Yes, sir.
Sir.
Yeah.
Have a good day.
Thanks much.
You're pretty winded.
Y'oughta let me take the shot.
Hell, it's my gun.
Not on your life.
He's mine.
Just left of the tree.
I got him.
I got you.
Lord of the plains.
That's me.
Then like something
out of a dime-store novel,
Texas highway
patrol and the locals
chased the robbers
20 miles west of town,
where the gunfight continued.
And right now we do know
ranger Marcus Hamilton
killed one of the gunmen
using a rifle he actually
borrowed from a resident here.
We don't know the name
of that suspect yet...
Lucky guy.
Just in the Nick of time, too.
What are the odds?
Now, this, uh, satisfies
both the reverse mortgage
loan and the, uh...
And the back taxes that we've
paid on your mother's behalf.
We do that as courtesy,
of course.
You can fax the release
of lien to that number.
An attorney?
All right. Well, I'll...
I'll get that faxed over to your
attorney by the end of the week.
It is the end of the week.
Well, it takes
a little time to prepare.
I got all day.
Okay. That's it.
And it's been a pleasure
doing business with you.
Let me ask you a question.
Do y'all manage trusts?
Hey, Marcus, ain't you
supposed to be retired?
Howdy.
Nice to see you.
Well, hey, Marcus.
Hey, Margaret.
Been awhile.
How's life as a civilian?
Oh, just, you know...
Think I can take a peek
at Mr. Howard's file?
Tanner Howard.
Oh, come on. I ain't got
nothing better to do.
It's at my desk.
Uh...
Oh.
He killed this father
in a hunting accident, huh?
I'd love to know what he was
hunting in the barn in April.
Ten years in Huntsville
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