Logan Lucky Page #6

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the series has jumped ahead.

It's no longer following

the books.

Let's blow this thing.

The pace car

is in, and we're ready to race.

Mike, it's an honor to be able

to start this 600-mile race

here on Memorial Day.

Boogity, boogity, boogity!

Let's go racing

for those who made

the ultimate sacrifice, boys!

D.W.'S talkin' about you.

What, Jimmy leave us

some sort of door key?

Yes.

For us to meet up?

Something like that.

Just remember one thing.

Roll.

Don't hesitate.

Just roll.

What are you

talkin' about?

What's down there?

'Member to roll.

What the f***!

Oh, come on.

Roll, roll!

Now, you didn't tell me

about no garbage chute.

You're right.

Hey, hey.

It's about time. Come on.

Yeah, blow me.

Oh, come on, Joe.

We couldn't tell you

everything now.

Yeah, no, no, no!

Screw you both!

A-a garbage chute?

You know, this is what I get

for doin' business with

a couple of unlucky logans.

Them's my bleach pens?

Two bleach pens

and a plastic bag,

as requested.

Whew.

Give me the tube.

Hold on.

That's it?

We're supposed to believe

that that's the thing?

Tube.

Now, are you ready?

No. No, hold on.

That's it?

That's a plastic bag,

bleach pens, fake salt

and gummy bears.

That's our bomb?

Don't call it a bomb.

Now, how many yards away

is the vault?

About 20 yards.

I don't know. Maybe 30.

Is it 20 or is it 30?

We are dealin'

with science here.

I guess when I saw that

gummy bears is our secret

ingredient to our Bo--

our explosive device,

that I wasn't thinkin'

about science!

No, you said yourself,

we couldn't bring in

normal explosives

'cause of the security.

Now, to make our bang,

we need potassium chlorate.

Bleach pens is pure

sodium hypochlorite.

Combined with

the potassium chloride

in the salt substitute,

we have created

an equal exchange of ions.

Sugar

plus potassium chlorate

yields...

Two gases and...

A solid.

Now, you throw in some heat,

you get energy.

Energy means light,

explosion

or, as I like to call it...

The Joe bang.

What?

You thought I was gonna use

a stick of dynamite

or somethin'?

Well...

Yeah, I kinda did.

Yeah, me too. I just figured

you'd use a lot to blow through

the thick steel walls.

We don't need to blow

through the wall.

Them tubes

in the venting system

is our in.

So, gentlemen, as I said...

Are you ready?

Oh, sh*t.

Ah, it's coming back!

Don't move.

I'm not.

And don't breathe.

I'm not.

What are you doing?

What are y--

oh, i-- now I see

what the problem is.

I twisted the bag

too many times.

Keselowski on the outside.

See who else is behind him?

He's not gonna give it up

that easy though.

- Whoa!

- You can see the course is pretty loose.

Call it in.

"E" center.

Well, what kind of smoke?

Everything looks fine here.

We've got no alarms goin' off.

What's going on?

Concessions says

they have smoke comin' out

of the pt tube.

If there's no fire,

why do we have smoke?

Let's get a couple guys

down there and see

what the hell's goin' on.

Yes, sir.

I'll go east,

you go west.

Okay.

Hey! Hey,

it's comin' through!

I can hear it!

All right. Come on.

Come on!

Whoo!

Come on! Come on!

Whoo!

Come on, baby!

We ain't even

made it outta here yet.

Come on, Jimmy!

Kick that up a notch!

Come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get it in reverse!

-Take it easy!

Oh, god.

What? What happened?

You sucked my arm off!

This is your fault,

not mine.

You told me

to turn it up!

You don't even know

how to operate

a goddamn machine!

You said put it in reverse!

You sucked his arm off!

Your fault. Your fault.

Hold on. It's in there.

Is it all the way in?

It didn't get stuck

in the tube or nothin'?

I gotta get in there and get it.

Jimmy, help me

get the hose off.

Clyde, come on.

Come on now.

Technically,

it's not your arm.

Talk to him, will you?

Your arm you lost over in Iraq.

That thing in there's

just a piece of plastic.

Your arm can't be replaced,

is what I'm tryin' to--

your arm

can't be replaced,

but the piece of plastic

that you use as an arm,

that can be replaced.

Clyde, Clyde. Come on.

Come on. Clyde!

Now, there's a lot more money

we can get out of there.

We gotta finish this.

Come on.

- You're with them?

- Of course he's with us.

- This whole thing was his idea.

- Yeah.

Except he probably don't

want to say that out loud,

'cause he knows you gettin'

your arm blowed off in Iraq

was all his fault.

Everybody knows

you never would've gone

and joined up to fight

if your big brother

wasn't a football star.

That's true.

Yeah.

He was gonna be

hot sh*t.

He was gonna play

for the NFL.

And nobody around here

ever done anythin' like that.

You were gonna be

just another white trash

coal miner.

The Logan family curse.

Shut up!

You two are idiots.

Hey. We're value added

to this robbery.

Oh.

And if anyone has a right to

be pullin' an attitude here,

it's us.

Yeah.

Oh, the bang brothers

don't like the job, hmm?

You got a problem

with it?

Yeah.

You changed the date,

moved everythin' around.

This whole job

changed "dramastically."

We had to change

the date.

-You knew the terms

for our participatin'.

-Mm-hmm.

We needed a moral reason

to pull this job with you now.

We was fine with you wantin'

to get back at that store

for messin'

with your hot sister.

Yeah.

But you did

a whole 360 on everything

when you moved up the date.

And nascar ain't done

nothin' to nobody.

Nascar's a beautiful thing.

Nascar's like America!

So it's like you're

makin' us hurt America.

So movin' up that date

was a "vagrant fliolation"

of our morality clause.

I'll show you

a vagrant violation!

Joe, Joe, get him!

Hey, it's all good.

It's all good.

Shut the--

you know,

we need to finish this.

Now, you-- you go talk

to your brother, all right?

Hold on. Hold on,

hold on, hold on.

Hold on, hold on.

Hold on, man. Hey.

I'm your brother,

all right?

I'm always with you.

I'll buy you 20 new arms.

You'll have a hundred...

Soon as we're done.

But we gotta get you back

before anybody notices.

All right?

So let's finish this.

Okay?

They'll find it,

and the guards'll be banging

on my cell by breakfast.

No, they ain't,

'cause I'm gonna get it.

I'm gonna get it,

i promise you.

I swear.

Am I clear?

Don't let these clowns

get in your head.

We all know

you want to finish first,

but first you gotta finish.

I'm getting a lot of dirty air.

I got a hole.

I can push through.

Hold back. It's too tight.

You're gettin' boxed.

- Whoa. I'm seeing spots.

- You're drifting up.

My os-- I think it's crashing.

You're gonna bang it!

What have you got?

I got nothin'.

Let's try "b" level.

All right.

Hold up! Stop.

Where you goin'?

Garbage run.

You two smell any smoke

from down there?

Uh... no,

'cause we both--

we both lost our sense

of smells

when we was little,

because of the, uh...

The Scarlet fever.

Yeah.

Both of us could be on fire

and not even know it.

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