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.

Shit. 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. Clauson.

He'll be here soon and I suggest you fellers 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. Clauson get here? Ma'am, look at me.

What time does Mr. Clauson 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.

- 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 are 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!

Sorry about this, folks.

Dirty, rotten sons of bitches.

Fuck 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, fuck 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 fucking 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.

Shit, I can do this all week.

We're gonna.

We're like the Comanches, little brother, raiding wherever we please

with the whole of Texas hunting our shadow.

Lord of the Plains.

- Hands off. - Fuck 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'll just sit there and let Alzheimer's run its course?

Where are they at?

Texas Midlands...

the 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 shit.

You got anything else you wanna say?

There's not a decent steak in the whole lot of them sorry sons of bitches.

Yeah, well, while you were busy in jail,

I was busy looking after Mama, so you can go fuck yourself.

Was she in that bed awhile?

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.

Never took you for the go-to guy for house cleaning.

No. Just robbing banks.

You know.

Fuck 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 bitch.

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.

Wasn't much of a robbery.

Got off with just under $7,000.

Took the drawer money, 20s and under, only loose bills.

- No ink pack? - Nope.

- Smart. - That was smart.

Can we get a look at the video?

Let me introduce you to the bank manager, Mr. Clauson.

This here is Ranger Hamilton.

- Ranger. - Sir.

Can we get a look at the surveillance video?

We got cameras, but they're switching us over to a digital system

that feeds into the computer.

These new cameras don't hook to our VCRs.

Call over the Young County Sheriffs.

Ask them if they thought to hook their cameras to some sort of recording device.

- Armed? - Yes, sir. Pistols.

Oh.

Faces covered?

Ski masks, sweatshirts, baggy pants...

- Uh-huh. - Like them thugs in Dallas.

Tweakers, maybe?

Maybe.

A little early in the morning for tweakers.

Tweakers don't sleep. They just tweak.

They rob drug stores and parked cars, not banks.

Can I take a look inside?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I'm here, Margaret.

So they bopped you in the snozzola, huh?

Yes, sir.

Not very nice.

I know their faces was covered, but could you tell their race?

Black, white?

Their skin or their souls?

Let's leave their souls out of this for now.

White.

From around here somewhere is my guess,

you know, from their voices.

Oh?

Young County says same deal with the branch in Olney.

Excuse me.

Do they have video?

Same deal all the way around.

Doesn't Walmart sell all sorts of electronic equipment?

My word. Get your hands off that.

Well, these boys, they aren't done yet, I'll tell you that.

- How come? - Well, they're patient.

They're just sticking to the drawers, not taking the hundreds.

That's the bank's money. We can trace that.