The Newton Boys Page #6

WlLLlS:
Don't tell me...

we come all the way

to Canada for this.

GLASSCOCK:
You blink your eyes

and everything changes.

Registered goddamn bonds,

controls on explosives...

round-door safe,

cannonball safe!

[Ranting incoherently]

Ohh!

Oh, God,what did I do?

[Laughing]

Ooh, ooh.

LOUlSE:
I thought you said

you didn't smoke.

WlLLlS:

I didn't say I didn't smoke.

I said it was a waste of time,

just like this trip to Canada.

LOUlSE:

What about our vacation?

[Brakes squeak]

Come on. Let's get off here.

LOUlSE:
I'm glad they're

changing the safes on you.

You said you were done

with all that anyway.

GLASSCOCK:
It's right out there

on the street?

WlLLlS:
It's the dumbest thing

you ever seen.

These Canucks take

all the currency to one place.

They count it up...

then walk the sh*t

right back out in the street.

GLASSCOCK:
What about guards?

WlLLlS:
No guards! Just

two Canucks and a bag of money.

DOCK:

Stick a gun in theirface.

WlLLlS:
They drop the bags,

and we'll snatch and run.

JESS:
Be just like stealing

old Tobe Roberts' watermelons.

WlLLlS:

Uh-huh. Hey,there, Louise.

Just talking to the boys

about a little business.

How are you, beautiful?

GLASSCOCK:
I never thought

we'd be going back...

to this broad daylight

Dalton boys kind of thing.

JESS:
What's the matter?

Your stomach bothering you?

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

WlLLlS:
This is gonna be

a lead-pipe cinch, boys.

Everybody know what to do?

DOCK:
You grab the bag,

and we'll protect you.

JESS:
Is this the spot?

JOE:
Yeah.

WlLLlS:
A little bit more,Joe.

JOE:
I thought

it was right back there.

WlLLlS:
A little bit more.

WlLLlS:
We ain't gonna get

that one bag.

We're getting all them bags.

Go to hell.

That ain't the plan.

Well,the plan just changed,

goddamn it.

DOCK:

Sh*t. Here they all come.

WlLLlS:
Dock, get that one.

Glass and Jess,them two...

and I got this one

coming right at us.

Come on,you sons of b*tches.

You want to live forever?

DOCK:
Drop the bag, or

I'll blow you straight to hell!

Drop it!

WlLLlS:
Drop the bag

and get your hands up!

Let's go!

JESS:
Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Give me the bag.

Give me the bag!

OFFlCER:
It's a holdup!

JESS:
Sh*t.

WlLLlS:
Drop it!

I said drop it, goddamn it.

[Gunshot, screaming]

You stupid sons of b*tches.

God--

OFFlCER:
Aah!

WlLLlS:
Aah!

[People scream]

WlLLlS:
Don't move!

MAN:
Call the police!

SECOND MAN:
They've got guns.

OFFlCER:
Hold it right there.

DOCK:
What are you doing

with that damn gun?

DOCK:
Sh*t!

Goddamn it!

God!

JESS:
Get off me,

you ignorant Canuck bastard!

Get off my leg!

Get the hell out of here,

you son of a b*tch!

Get out of here!

Get off my leg!

Goddamn it! Sh*t!

MAN:
They're robbing the bank!

GLASSCOCK:
Jesus.

[Clang]

MAN:
Let him go!

SECOND MAN:
Get out of here!

OFFlCER:
Hold it right there!

Drop the goddamn gun!

WlLLlS:

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Joe!

-Come on! Come on!

-Drive.

WlLLlS:
Get Dock on the way.

WlLLlS:
Let's go!

JESS:
Let's go, come on!

Give me that!

[Gunshots]

WlLLlS:
Get down,Jess!

DOCK:
While they were

clubbing my ass...

where the hell were you?

GLASSCOCK:
Oh, gosh.

JOE:
What the hell was that

back there?

You tried to kill us off.

GLASSCOCK:
What a fiasco.

Everybody in Toronto saw us.

DOCK:
We sure didn't see you.

Where the hell were you,

you yellow bastard?

You didn'tfire a shot.

GLASSCOCK:

Listen to me,you idiot.

I'm not supposed to fire a shot.

You're not supposed

to fire a shot!

We're supposed to be backup,

Willis!

JESS:
You back up any further,

you'd be in Chicago.

GLASSCOCK:
I am a professional.

I stick to the plan.

-What plan?

-Everybody shut up!

WlLLlS:

It ain't over yet! You got it?

We're gonna see you two

back in the States.

GLASSCOCK:
Why didn't you call

and tell 'em we were coming?

There's some windows

you haven't shot out yet.

DOCK:
Where the hell was he?

LOUlSE:

I thought you were dead.

They made an announcement

at the racetrack.

Everybody's talking about it.

WlLLlS:
I'm fine.

LOUlSE:
They said

one of the gang was dead.

WlLLlS:
Nobody was hurt.

We got away.

LOUlSE:

We've got to get out of here.

WlLLlS:

I was so stupid today, Lou.

I wanted it all.

I almost got my brothers killed.

I don't know...

how in the hell

we got out alive, Lou.

[Organ music playing]

GLASSCOCK:

Hey, I know that gal.

Went to Sunday school with her.

Yeah, in Parsons.

How much you think

was in those bags?

Whatever it is,

it ain't worth it.

"All four wounded bank employees

have been treated."

WlLLlS:
Bunch of stupid,

dick-headed Canucks.

LOUlSE:
"Six bandits got away

with an estimated $200,000."

Hell, maybe 80.

Them Canucks are pencil-whipping

the insurance companies,too.

You tell me, Lou,

who's the criminals here?

"They are believed

to be American citizens...

"one of which is thought

to be critically wounded.

"Police are combing hospitals

and doctors' offices...

"hoping to find

a trail of blood...

"leading to the perpetrators

of this shocking crime."

WlLLlS:
Wouldn't have been

no shocking crime...

if they'd just dropped them bags

like a regular person.

Lou,you've got a bag.

Out of nowhere comes a gun.

What do you do?

Boom. Drop the bag.

I pick it up, I'm gone.

How hard is that?

Hot damn.

-Willis.

-Mm-hmm.

LOUlSE:
You have to promise me

this was the last bank robbery.

WlLLlS:
You're damn right

it was the last bank robbery...

'cause from now on

it's oil business and that's it.

LOUlSE:
Aah!

You're crazy.

Why don't you tell me

about this oil well?

This oil well?

-It's out in West Texas.

-Yeah?

-I even got a name for it.

-What is it?

WlLLlS:

I'll give you one guess.

MAN:
Them big outfits been

using them high-dollar rotaries.

WlLLlS:

I don't care about none of that.

I put everything I got

into this here rig.

Where's my oil?

MAN:
Hell, Mr. Wilson...

they done stuck too many straws

in this soda.

There ain't no pressure left.

WlLLlS:
Let me see

if I got this straight.

I put your ass in charge.

I've been paying you top dollar

for over a year now.

I show up today and you tell me

I got a chickenshit rig...

I'm getting outdrilled

by the bigwigs...

and you got nothing to show me

but a goddamn dry hole?

MAN:
There was oil down there.

They done got it all.

Ain't a damn thing

I can do about it.

Let me just

put it to you simple.

Just like an old sow's belly.

Six tits, seven pigs.

Looks like you're number seven.

DOCK:

Well, so who do we go after?

WlLLlS:
Every one of them

sons of b*tches right there.

MAN:
Yeah, go ahead.

That's Standard Oil over there.

John D. Rockefeller

from New York City.

Right over there is GuIf Oil.

Mr. Mellon.

He's a Northerner,too.

Go on and get him

while you're at it.

Big city boys with deep pockets.

Hell,you ain't even gonna get

enough oil out of that hole...

to part your hair.

[Dock laughs]

WlLLlS:

That goes for all of you!

Every one of you lazy

sons of b*tches is fired!

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