Thunderbolt and Lightfoot Page #2

Rape!

- Do you think we should stay here?

- Why not?

Get your clothes on.

Here's some money. You can take a cab.

Sweets to the sweets!

How did you do?

Red-haired women are bad luck.

You sure that's their car?

That's their hearse.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, sweetness.

- Okay, what'll it be this morning?

- I'm gonna have you.

And four scrambled eggs, very loose.

Bacon, toast, coffee.

And American fries. You got American fries?

- Yes.

- American fries?

Right.

Just coffee, black. Thanks.

Okay. Thank you.

God, it's poetry!

Good jaw.

I love 'em like that. Nice and tight.

Jesus!

How you feelin' today, preacher?

The clock uncoils the working day,

and he wakes up

feeling his youth has gone away.

Now what the hell is that? A prayer?

A poem.

- A poem?

- Poetry.

Ah.

You stick with me, kid.

You can live forever.

Sir.

You big son of a b*tch!

You must've been into something

very big, preacher. Very big.

I can't see.

Damn' they're goin' fast.

I can't see 'em.

I don't know how the hell

I could've missed 'em so many times.

- Shoot.

- I think you got... No, you didn't either.

Hang on!

He went over the...

What do we do now, Red?

Geronimo!

Now, in a case like this,

you can't take your

hands off the wheel even for a second, see.

Get your hands on the wheel.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

Sh*t!

What do we do now, Red?

Shut up, Goody.

Goddamn ding-ding.

Ah.

Yeah, transmission's finished.

Seals are all gone.

Cadillac's my car anyway.

Where are we now?

Hells Canyon.

Snake River.

Mostly huntin' camps and sheep camps.

Up here, people's business

is nobody's but their own.

Hells Canyon delivery boat's gonna come by

pretty soon. The Idaho Dream.

Should take us right up the river.

Better off gettin'

as far away from me as you can, boy.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Lonely country, kid.

You got any people?

I don't even know anymore.

That's weird.

Last time I saw any of

them I was just a kid.

I was a little too much for them to handle,

you know.

So, they sent me away

to one of these boarding schools.

And on the train I met this woman.

Oh, man!

So, the next thing I know,

we're getting off

the train together in New Orleans, right.

Two weeks later,

I wake up in some fleabag hotel.

on, God!

But we had ourselves a good time.

So, after her, things looked good.

I kept movin'.

Now, you can't stop?

Here she is.

Idaho Dream.

Oh, did you see that?

Oh, a steelhead, man. Beautiful.

- Ah... Did you see that?

- Where?

Yeah.

Well, my good friend, we're broke.

Do you have any suggestions?

If I knew what you know,

I'd never be broke.

Well, what do you think I know

that you would like to know?

All right.

Well, for one thing, I'd like to know

if there's a good way of beating a bank.

Banks!

What the hell do you know about banks?

What the hell do you know about banks?

What's so funny?

- You.

- Me?

That's right.

Hey, a man can do

whatever he sets his mind to.

Now, me,

I wanna walk in

and buy a white Cadillac convertible.

Actually walk in and buy it, cash.

You might set your mind

to gettin' us a lift.

- Hey!

- This walkin' is tough on my bad leg.

This is the best time.

Most state troopers are having coffee now.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

That sure isn't any white Cadillac.

Beggars can't be choosy.

You simple-minded son of a b*tch.

Get in the back seat. Get in the back seat.

There's a raccoon in here.

Hell with the raccoon.

Get in the back seat.

Boy, what's the matter with you? I ain't

got all day to wait on you. Come on.

I've been...

I'll take you wherever you wanna go.

I've been drivin' all

over this country, man.

This guy another friend of yours?

Slightly advanced, isn't he?

Hey!

Hey, what's wrong with this wreck?

We're gettin' gassed back here.

This guy's a basket case.

He's got the exhaust pipe in here.

He's not your

run-of-the-mill basket case, is he?

This guy is definitely out to lunch.

What the hell's the matter with you, boy?

Hey, you're good, man.

Very good.

Glass head, like all these nuts.

I don't know what the hell

we're gonna do with all these rabbits.

Let 'em out.

I saw that. That was very good.

Where are we headed, man? I'm ready.

I don't know.

Sometimes when there's nothin' to do,

it's best just to keep movin'.

You smell somethin' up here?

No.

Smell that?

I don't smell anything.

It smells like sh*t.

Ah...

- Raccoon sh*t.

- Raccoon sh*t.

Hang your hand

out the window and let the rain get at it.

- Would you like a little on your...

- No, get outta here!

Just remember not to pick your teeth.

on, God.

Now, in these small-town banks,

they leave the telephone

off the hook in the vault at night

so the local operator can listen in.

People walk into these banks today

with paper sacks,

fill 'em full of money and they walk out.

You see that all the time.

Anybody can do it.

Bullshit.

Now, the newest bank vaults

have walls of reinforced concrete

five feet thick,

backed by six inches of steel.

The vault door is stainless steel-faced.

It's an inch and a half of cast steel,

another 12 inches of burn-resisting steel,

and another inch

and a half of open-hearthed steel.

Come here.

A vault door has 20 bolts,

each an inch in diameter.

Eight on each side, eight on the other,

two top and two bottom.

This holds the door into a 16-inch steel

jamb set in 18 inches of concrete

which is crosshatched by steel bars

running both vertical and horizontal.

Now, this door is precision-made

so you can't pour nitro in between

the seam of the door and the vault.

Yeah.

if that isn't enough,

there's microphones, electric eyes,

pressure-sensitive mats,

vibration detectors, tear gas,

and even thermostats that detect

the slightest rise in temperature.

You still interested in banks, kid?

- I knew you weren't a preacher.

- Sh*t.

Preaching isn't so bad. You get used to it.

Uh, you are what you do, so to speak.

At times I even forgot about the money.

What money?

Montana Armored.

Montana Armored?

How did you get into the vault?

20 mm cannon

with armor-piercing shells.

Wasn't too hard.

Hey, that was on the news.

That was a big deal.

What did they call that guy?

The Thunderbolt.

That's you.

You're the Thunderbolt.

Mmm-hmm, parson's luck.

Oh, no!

Watch out for the dog sh*t.

Thunderbolt!

Thunderbolt and Lightfoot.

That sounds like something, doesn't it?

You're forgetting

I'm a hell of a lot older than you are kid.

Hey, there are plenty of guys twice my age

who don't know their ass

from a hole in the ground.

I won't fault you there.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

So, who are these guys

that are following us?

Oh...

The big dude's a war hero.

His name's Red Leary.

Saved my life once in Korea.

He was sent to prison in Illinois later on

for stabbing a woman.

There he met

an old-time bank robber, named Billy Lamb.

Lamb taught him how to break safes.

Lamb was a real genius for organization.

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