Thunderbolt and Lightfoot Page #4

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.

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