The Newton Boys Page #2

WlLLlAMS:
Thanks a lot,Alvin.

See you next year.

ALVlN:
Thank you, Mr. Williams.

-Howdy.

-Howdy.

ALVlN:
Can I help you, sir?

[Laughs]

This here's a bank robbery,

and I want all your money.

Hands up, everybody.

Come on.

GLASSCOCK:
Howdy.

Do us both a favor

and just keep walking.

SLlM:
Lock him in that vault

and get that boy out of there.

MAN:
Come on! Let's go!

GLASSCOCK:

Why is this happening, Slim?

[Gunshot]

SLlM:
Double-crossing bastard!

Damn him to hell!

GLASSCOCK:
Hyah! Hyah!

[Gunshot]

Hyah! Come on!

Hyah! Hyah!

WlLLlS:
Oh...

[Whinnies]

[Squishy footsteps]

[Knocking lightly]

GLASSCOCK:
Yeah?

WlLLlS:

Open up. It's me,Willis.

GLASSCOCK:
You all right?

WlLLlS:
Yeah.

GLASSCOCK:

Anybody see you come up here?

WlLLlS:

No. I come up the back.

GLASSCOCK:
That's my wife.

Avis,this is Will Reed.

WlLLlS:
Howdy.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

AVlS:
Charmed.

WlLLlS:

Sorry to wake you tonight.

Well,they got Slim.

GLASSCOCK:
I know.

Newspaper didn't say nothing

about him being dead,though.

WlLLlS:
What'd we get?

GLASSCOCK:
What'd you get?

WlLLlS:

Nothing. I got out alive.

GLASSCOCK:

Well, if all we got's mine...

it's not a hell of a lot.

Some damn victory bonds.

If we get expenses for Slim...

there's not more than

a few thousand there.

It's not worth

all that aggravation.

WlLLlS:
I'm with you

on the idea of these night jobs.

I figure that damn Jesse James

routine we pulled--

hell,that was over with

at the turn of the century.

GLASSCOCK:

I tried to tell that idiot...

there's less risk in night jobs.

Especially if you work

the smaller banks.

WlLLlS:
But we're gonna get

the big banks...

'cause that's where

the money's at.

Now,the difference

is we gotta do it right.

Yeah,we gotta scout

our locations.

We gotta get the best cars,

gotta keep new tires on 'em...

and plan our routes.

I can take care of getting in

and getting out.

You got the nitroglycerin,

right?

GLASSCOCK:
Oh,yeah.

WlLLlS:
So that's where

you keep that stuff?

GLASSCOCK:
Yeah.

Avis is ratherfond

of keeping it under the bed.

Aren't you?

These look, uh, promising.

GLASSCOCK:

None of those are traceable.

I suppose

I could give you, uh...

seventy cents on the dollar.

-Ninety.

-Eighty.

And I promise never to tell

anybody where they came from.

GLASSCOCK:

Eighty would be good.

WlLLlS:

Eighty-five would be better.

We promise never to rob

your little bank.

-Deal.

-Deal.

[Chuckling]

BANKER:
You know, I'm retiring

next month, and...

I've got

some information here...

that might be valuable

to boys in your line of work.

It's a few square-door safes...

I know about

in this part of the country.

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