Hell or High Water

Quiet. Open the door,

open the door.

What?

What in the devil?

Can you please stand up and take

us to the cash drawer, ma'am?

I will not.

We ain't asking.

There's no money

in the drawers yet.

It's in the safe and

I ain't got the code.

Prove it. Drawer!

Here.

Open the drawer.

I need the keys.

Keys.

Step back.

Sh*t. Damn it!

Y'all are new at this,

I'm guessing.

Where's the money?

I told you, it's in the safe.

Well, who has the code?

Mr. Dauson.

He'll be here soon and I

suggest you fellas don't be.

All you're guilty of right

now is being stupid.

Just leave and

that's all it'll be.

Tell me I'm stupid again.

What time does Mr. Dauson get here?

Ma'am, look at me.

What time does

Mr. Dauson get here, huh?

8:
30 every morning.

We're walking.

And sit.

Where do you think you're going?

Sit on the floor!

You're stupid.

This ain't about you, darling.

Elsie, you all right?

Good morning.

You didn't have to hit him.

Whoo!

Slow down.

I ain't speeding.

See, little brother,

not a worry in the world.

Planning this and doing it

is two different things.

Maybe we should get there

ahead, get up to Olney.

Early bird gets the worm.

- Slow down.

- I ain't speeding.

I found these coins in the barn.

Lord knows how long

they've been sitting there.

I've been living

off an inmate's diet,

and had all these coins

sitting right underneath

a bunch of feed sacks.

This one says 1953.

1953?

I wonder if any of

these is collector's items.

You could be sitting

on a fortune here.

I hope so.

Good morning, folks.

Open the drawer!

Open the motherfucking drawer!

Ones, fives, 10s, 20s,

no hundreds, no bundles.

You boys robbing the bank?

Shut up.

Put your hands on the counter.

On the counter.

Yes, sir.

That's it, come on.

That's crazy,

y'all ain't even Mexicans.

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

No bundles.

Just loose cash.

Okay.

You ought to be

ashamed of yourselves.

Hands on the counter

where I can see them!

Yes, sir.

You got a gun on you, old man?

You're damn right

I got a gun on me.

Are you gonna get his gun? Yeah.

Keep up with

the circumstances, okay?

Yeah, I got it.

So y'all gonna

steal my gun, too?

I have my own gun.

We ain't stealing from you.

We're stealing from the bank.

Much obliged.

Let's go!

We're sorry about this, folks.

Dirty, rotten sons of b*tches.

F*** you, old man!

Go, run, go!

Put the gun on the counter.

You trying to get us killed?

I ain't stealing

from some old man.

We're stealing from

one place, that's it.

You're turning out to

be a poor-ass criminal.

Oh, f*** you.

Whoo!

See what the early bird gets?

Maybe we should hit

that branch in Jayton?

No, we ain't.

We hit those banks

first thing in the f***ing

morning, when they're empty.

When they're empty, god damn it.

All right.

It's the last time

I care to be shot at.

We got to be smart. We're a

ways from being finished.

Sh*t, I can do this all week.

We're gonna.

We're like the Comanches,

little brother,

raiding where we please

with the whole of Texas

hunting our shadow.

Lord of the plains.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Hands off.

F*** off!

You hear about

these bank robberies?

Why are you always

dressed like me?

This is our uniform.

We ain't got no uniform.

You can wear whatever

color shirt you choose.

You just keep choosing mine.

Ranger regs say white,

blue, or tan dress shirts.

Stands to reason

every once in a while

we're gonna be dressed the same.

Well, you know what they say

about imitation, Alberto.

You wanna hear about

these bank robberies,

or you just sit there and let

Alzheimer's run its course.

Where are they at?

Texas Midlands. Branch in Archer

city and the branch in Olney.

FBI want an assist?

Midlands ain't got any

branches outside Texas.

Plus, they're just hitting the

drawers for a few thousand.

FBI don't want it.

You may get to have some fun

before they send you off

to the rocking chair yet.

I need you sober.

Who the hell gets

drunk off a beer?

Place looks like sh*t.

You got anything

else you wanna say?

There's not a decent steak

in the whole lot of them,

the sorry sons of b*tches.

Yeah, well, while you

were busy in jail,

I was busy looking after mama,

so you can go f*** yourself.

Was she in that bed a while?

Three months.

The end there was pretty rough.

I could've helped out

a little if she asked.

I could've fed them skinny cows.

We had nothing to feed them.

Well, I could've helped

clean up the house a bit.

I never took you for the go-to

guy for house cleaning.

No.

Just robbing banks.

Yeah.

F*** her. She never wanted

nothing to do with me anyway.

She leave a will?

Yeah.

Am I in it?

The will don't matter.

She left everything to me.

By Friday it all

goes to my boys.

She didn't mean nothing by it.

She damn sure meant it.

She always hated me

for standing up to him.

We all got punished.

You never understood that fighting

back makes the beating last longer.

No, I understood.

That's why I stopped fighting

and shot that son of a b*tch.

Hey, what's going on?

Somebody robbed

the bank this morning.

Do what?

If you see anyone looking a

little sideways, give me a call.

Sideways don't wanna meet me.

Find itself on the wrong

end of a short rope.

Oh, well, that would simplify

things for everyone but you.

Maybe, if you can find the tree.

God, I love west Texas.

Ranger?

Hi there.

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