Bandits Page #2

...French fries...

...big old chocolate milk-shake

for dinner.

Ancient Chinese wisdom?

No, just hungry.

I definitely chipped my tooth.

For the love of God...

Does no one else hear that

infernal ringing?

Oh, yes. Sure. Go ahead and laugh.

But according to the latest research...

...Tinnitus, which is what they call it,

that's what I've got in my ear...

...I don't make this sh*t up,

is an actual disease.

Go ahead and laugh.

Play basketball, have fun.

In the mean time, I've got goddamn

Quasimodo going off in my head.

Bell tower, you understand me?

I got a bell tower in my head!

Hey, you're the driver of this thing?

Yeah.

Pretty easy to drive, is it?

Pretty easy.

Joe?

Oh, my God Joe! What are you doing

in a cement truck?

Joe? Joe!?

Joe, what am I doing?

What am I doing?

Why are we in a concrete thing...

...getting shot at?

Just keep your head down!

Take it down!

Joe! Jesus Christ!

Straight ahead is a truck!

- How long have you been planning this?

- It just sort of came up.

Hang on to something!

Deer!

Plastic.

Don't you think

we should be looking for a road?

Joe?

Stop. Stop, please.

Madam.

We're gonna need

to borrow your car.

You are?

Yes. Would you just leave it

for a second, please?

Come on. Here you go. Very nice.

Thank you.

It's a really lovely dress.

Thank you.

Come on.

Thank you!

Get in the car.

- Ma'am?

- Yes?

Don't forget your purse.

Thank you.

OK. First things first. We need...

What do we need?

We need clothes...

...we need money...

...place to hide...

We'd better get a new car

pretty quick.

I don't feel good about

driving up Main Street...

...wearing clothes that say "inmate".

Do you know what I mean?

And why are we stopping here?

This is where they keep the cash.

The cash!?

Hey! Stupid!

What cash?

Didn't you say something

about needing money?

Oh, yeah.

But I mean not right now.

Look, Joe.

Let's just discuss this for a minute.

I mean, I know that money's

on the list...

...but it's not at the top of the list.

- Bingo.

- Bingo, what?

What do you mean, "Bingo"?

Are you gonna knock-over a bank

with a "magic marker"?

I mean, what are you gonna do?

Write on them?

We don't even have a plan.

You have to have

some kind of plan to rob a bank.

We're wearing matching damn

uniforms that say "inmate" on them.

Unless these people are blind,

I don't think this is gonna work.

Do you understand?

Don't move.

Take out your gun,

thumb an middle finger on the butt...

...hand it to me slowly.

Here we go.

Here we go. Here we go.

Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be out

of your lane in just a second.

No phone calls, no alarms, please!

Cash doors, open!

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