The Hurricane Heist Page #6

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pick them up at Shelly's farm.

Right.

I need to tell you something.

No, you don't. Everything's fine.

Just leave it.

No, I want to apologize

for some of the things I said.

We all say things we don't mean.

Forget it.

I can't.

Look, I know you know

I was just a little kid,

but I said some stuff to try and hurt you.

I get it. I get it.

And I'm well and truly sorry.

Well, sh*t, I'm sorry, too.

I ain't been the best older brother

I could have been either.

Lord knows I've tried, man.

Just not hard enough.

All right, now that we've put

all that sh*t out there,

you gotta promise me something.

Name it.

I gave you this once. Once, Willie.

But you gotta promise me

this is the last time

we ever share our deep,

personal feelings again.

Huh?

Hell, yes, sir. You got yourself a deal.

Jesus, Perkins, speed up.

That thing wants to swallow us whole.

Now you know why I put you last.

Dick.

You can't drive this thing for sh*t.

You wanna try? It ain't easy.

My brother-in-law drove on long haul,

and he was an angry son of a gun.

- Now I know why.

- Just keep it on the road.

And you, nobody asked to hear from you.

Keep it zipped, hear me?

You are so, so hot.

Come here.

All right, you ready?

No.

Get your ass out of here.

Stand up, Willie.

Come on. Come on, come on.

- Jump!

- It's too far.

Come on, jump.

- Grab my leg.

- Come on, Willie!

I got you.

Come on. Grab my hand.

- Thanks, man.

- You got it.

It was too far.

We did it.

We're on the top of a truck.

We ain't done sh*t.

Hey, one thing I learned in the war, man.

You gotta take your victories

where you find them.

Let's do this.

You go right, I'll go left.

Oh, my God!

Hey!

- You shot him! You bastard!

- Shut up.

Get in the back before

you get one in the head.

I'm gonna kill you!

Don't even think about it, sweet cheeks.

- Ready?

- Oh, yeah.

- Here goes nothing.

- Well, you'd better hope not.

It's okay.

Yeah.

It's okay, baby.

You killed my brother,

and I'm gonna kill you,

no matter what Perkins says,

and I'm gonna make it hurt.

I know I'm not the first one

to tell you this, Rice.

You got anger issues with women.

See what I mean?

Get off of me! I can't keep it straight.

Get off of me.

Get off! You gotta get off.

Get... I can't...

Damn it. Get off.

God damn it, lady, don't make me.

I'm in, Casey.

Oh, sh*t.

Get ready, Casey.

How the...?

Take a look outside. Tell me how

far back the eye wall is.

Half mile at most.

Damn you to hell.

Okay, get down low, lovers.

It's gonna get hot.

Breeze is in trouble.

Let's go give him some help.

Son of a...

You see what's behind us?

- Yeah, it's nothing good.

- Red Dog, Omaha, 22.

What?

Red Dog, Omaha, 22. Hut, hut.

You got it.

Get ready.

Ah, you...

Red Dog, Omaha, 22. Hut, hut.

One more.

That's an Alabama slam, baby.

Oh, God.

No, no.

You're blocking the runner

but forcing him backwards

into the eye wall?

He must have figured it out by now,

but I sure wish I could have

seen his face when he did.

What? No, no. No, no.

My money!

Damn you! Damn you!

Damn you!

We're not gonna make it.

We're not gonna make it.

- I'm gonna drop back.

- I'll grab him.

- Give me your hand.

- All right.

All right, we're gonna

transfer over, okay?

Come here. I want you to take the wheel.

Now put your foot on the gas, right there.

- Can we get closer?

- You're gonna come over next, okay?

Come on, Breeze.

Get me closer.

Will, closer!

- Let's go.

- Come on.

- Steady.

- Come on.

Now!

- Take the wheel.

- Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

- Come on, punch it, Willie, punch it.

- I'm going.

Got it. Got it.

Well, Breeze, you were right.

What? Come again?

Take your victories where you can get 'em.

- That was a mouthful.

- Yes, sir.

We got $200 million.

That's some kind of victory.

And our lives.

- That's some kind of victory.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Listen, I've got you two partners,

$200 million in cash. No one knows sh*t.

What do you say we turn this

truck around and head to Mexico?

Mexico. Yeah, I like the sound of that.

- Yeah, we could get into a sh*t load of...

- Dangerous.

But, you know...

I was messing with you, you degenerates.

Oh, mercy.

Red sky at night.

They teach you that in PhD school?

Yes, ma'am.

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