Thieves Like Us Page #2

You ain't fooling me.

I know you're there.

With the gun pointing at my head.

I ain't gonna open my eyes.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm gonna keep my eyes closed.

You said that you was gonna come back,

and I believe you, so that's...

That's where I'm gonna be, right here

with my eyes closed when you get here.

(BIRD HOOTING)

I'll tell you one thing.

When I rob my next bank,

it'll be my 28th.

Well, I'm not gonna

mess around with any clodhopper banks.

Yeah.

Best way to case one of those banks

is to go in there and cash those $20 bills.

Country boy's up.

Your breakfast is ready, Bowie.

I ain't hungry.

I remember one time,

couldn't have taken

more than 2,000 off that niggerhead.

I see a cash slip, and I go over, I read it.

Then I go over to him, and I say,

"Friend, is your cash slip

usually accurate?"

And he says, "Yes, sir. "

And I said, "Well, in that case,

"you owe me $2,378.87

"because I just seen this slip. "

He knows I got him.

He starts cursing and swearing,

so I just put the twitch to him.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

He's jumping up and down and hollering,

"Calf rope, calf rope. "

So I let him go,

and he points to this bottom drawer,

opens it up

and sure enough, there it all was.

I'll tell you one thing.

You know what that banker would've done

- if you hadn't found that slip?

- What?

He would've squawked his head off

that he was robbed of it all anyway.

Yes, sir, those bankers got cash

stashed all over that bank,

and every night

they're just praying to get robbed.

(THUDDING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

BOWIE:
Jesus Christ, what'd you all see?

CHICAMAW:
Well, there was something

in that grass.

Well, sh*t. I left my shoe.

I thought all the laws

in the country was in that grass

the way you all tore out.

Well, go back and get your shoe.

We're waiting for you.

I guess if he can make it without two toes,

I can make it without a shoe.

T- DUB:
Hey, wait for me, you guys!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Lookie here.

Come here.

Where'd you come from?

Come on down here.

Come here.

You belong to someone?

You're just a thief like me.

You sure look fat.

You sure you don't belong to somebody?

My foot feels just like a stump.

I sure wish them boys

would get back here.

I'm gonna go dingbatty waiting.

Man on a stump can't do much of his job.

Well, them boys'll be back here.

Takes time to locate a man

when you don't know where he lives.

Well, I ain't gonna be hearing

no more from my people.

You know,

that's the first thing the law does

is look up the people a man has been

writing to and watch them places.

Goodbye, Mama.

One thing about you, though,

whatever I ever did

was okay with you and cousin Tom.

(CAR APPROACHING)

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