Plunder Road

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7 minutes late.

Heavy on the foot, Frankie.

We didn't figure on any rain.

6 packages of gum.

That ought to be enough.

Why doesn't this stinking rain stop?

Maybe they forgot about

this soup back here.

Frankie, slow it down...

If they ever hit a bump,

we're all angels.

If the wires get wet,

maybe it won't spark.

Boy, that little guy sure is scared.

Picked up two minutes.

It's going to work.

Honk at them.

Let's go!

Before we start congratulating

ourselves, let's remember...

...we've still got 900 miles to go.

900 miles, through every cop

between here and the coast...

...and you laugh it up

like a couple of clowns.

Okay...okay.

We're coming into Montello.

Montello.

Now leaving the fair city of Montello.

We've got 35 minutes to make Wendover.

Now let's go. We've got 4 hours.

Now, remember.

Stay on the main highway no matter what.

No shortcuts, no back roads.

Our best cover is to move right

along with the rest of the traffic.

2TR-70, 2TR-70, come in.

Shut that thing off, will you?

Use that police wavelength only when

you're absolutely in the clear.

Otherwise, keep your radios set at 1600.

We leave here at 30-minute intervals.

Gas up at Baker, Alamo, and Redlands.

Stop to eat every 8 hours.

Just sandwiches.

Change drivers every 4 hours.

And never go over 10 miles

beyond the speed limit.

If the cops search your truck...

...keep talking to them.

It's 7:
30.

Alright, let's go.

2TR-70, roger.

Over 100 miles out and

not even a whisper yet.

That Eddie's a genius, huh?

That's a college education for you.

You know, it's his first job.

When Frankie told me,

I thought he was nuts.

I wasn't hooking up with an amateur.

A job like that.

That's no amateur.

Too bad my wife couldn't hold out.

She waited for me for 23 years

while I'm in and out of stir...

...like it was a revolving door.

2 months ago, she dies.

Well...

I got a boy back east.

Nothing but the best

for him from now on out.

He's going to the biggest

and best college in Rio.

Rio?

1-Sam-42 or 1-Sam-46, come in.

4-L-21, no want.

Let me tell you about Rio.

In the first place, there's over a

million and a half people down there.

Let's face it:
you can get lost

in a town that size, right?

Me and the kid'll take a boat,

and by the time we get there...

...everything will have cooled off.

Then I'll get Harold (that's my kid)...

...I'll get Harold one

of those sports jobs.

They got a lot of beautiful

streets down there.

And get this:
they don't use

cement on the sidewalks.

They got millions of little squares,

all painted different colors, and...

They call them, uh,

mosaics. Yeah, that's it.

And they've got a lot of hills,

where you can buy a house...

...and nobody knows anything about it.

And every day you can

drive down to the bay...

...and the beach of

Copaca-- Copacabana.

They've got the whitest

sands in the world there.

White sand...blue sea...plenty

of room to move around.

That's the place, I'm telling you.

You've been there, huh?

No.

- We hope you have enjoyed our...

- Alright, Willy.

- And now stay tuned for John Oliver...

- Let's go.

- ...and the news, which

follows immediately.

John Oliver, with the 8 a.m. news.

... tops the news today.

In the most daring train

robbery of all time...

At approximately 4 a.m. this morning,

an unknown number of men dressed in...

...plastic coveralls, and with ghostly

white stockings covering their faces...

...stopped and looted a special train,

carrying over 10 million dollars in...

...gold to the San Francisco depository.

Discovery of the robbery and

broadcasting of the alarm was...

...delayed because of the remote

locale of the train hold-up...

...[unintelligible] in the area during

the night and early morning hours.

Police, who have issued

a 10-state alarm...

...described it as the biggest train

robbery in American history...

...and by the apparent speed with which

it was executed, the best-planned.

The men were dressed in plastic

coveralls and with ghos--

12-L-1 to the station...

What, are you crazy or something?

Don't worry about

anything that's behind us.

And now, back to the local news.

The nation was saddened today by

the news from Pensacola, Florida...

You know, 48's not too old.

You know, I think I'll

get married again.

Uh, 418-99, stand by for the correction.

13-A...

I want to meet one of those young ones.

I mean, you know, one that's

had a little experience.

Oh, you know, say, about 30?

Hey, with you doing all them

stunts in the movies...

...you must have married a

swell-looking girl, huh?

I never was married.

Huh! No kidding.

- You never was?

- No.

Huh. How come?

I don't know.

- Say, Frankie...

- Yeah?

How many races you driven in, hmm?

50?

Yeah.

I've always been fascinated

with auto racing.

You must have started pretty young.

Yeah.

Only 16.

The officials didn't know that, though.

In Jersey you have to

be 18, even for midgets.

It was always big cars for me, though.

I even talked a guy into letting

me test his methanol special.

Oh, man.

You should have seen those other punks

on that track choke in my exhaust.

102.7 [mph] average, 5 laps.

102.7, huh?

Sounds good enough for Indianapolis.

Nah...

That wouldn't even get you

to the preliminaries up there.

3 years ago I had to make

139.2, just to qualify.

I could have won that year.

Those crummy officials.

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