The Newton Boys

Whoa. I'll get this ear, and you get on.

Whoa.

Let me get my seat, now. Whoa, now.

You got him? - Yeah.

Have you got him? All right. Go!

You let him know who you are, boy!

Yeah, boy!

You got him, Joe. You got him!

- That's it, Joe. Whoa.

Kid looks pretty good.

Well, hell.

Yeah, I taught him everything he knows.

How was the war?

Well, it was all right. How was prison?

Glad to be out.

I'll bet.

Dock still in?

They might let him out of jail someday if he'd stop trying to escape.

You'd have done good if you hadn't pulled leather!

Like hell I did. I ain't touched a saddle horn in my life.

Howdy, Willis.

Little brother Joe went and shot up like a weed.

Happens. You want to try a ride?

Hell, no. I leave that to you and big brother Jess here.

How much to get your brains beat out on a saddle?

Same as always. Dollar a day, beans and hay.

- How long you been out? - About a year.

- Doing what? - White boy picking cotton.

Ma's gonna be happy to see you.

Hey, Ma! Will's home!

Pa around? - Oh, no. I ain't seen him in weeks.

He's off chasing honey ponds and fritter trees.

That'd be James W. Newton, all right.

Everybody says he's a good man.

Just can't nobody figure out what he's good for.

Mmm.

I been dreaming about your squirrel dumplings for four years.

And that's the last one, son.

Almost finished breaking the Ferguson colt?

Yes, ma'am. He ain't that tough.

We'll have about $ 10 by the end of the week.

He owes us four from last week.

- You gonna go get it? - Yeah. I will.

Willis, are you gonna stay? You can help us break some horses.

- Let Willis finish his dinner. - No, little brother. I'm just staying a bit.

Besides, I ain't horse-crazy like you.

Well, it's nice to see you ain't changed, Willis.

Well, you should have seen her, Ma.

We was talking about getting married, living on the 40 acres, the whole bit.

And then some old jealous rat told her old man...

...that I'd been in the penitentiary, and that was it.

Cut me off, couldn't see her no more.

He wanted me to stay, work his crop. I was the best cotton picker he had.

Just didn't want his beautiful daughter hooked up with an ex-con, was all.

I ain't good enough for his daughter but I'm good enough to work his crop?

I say, "To hell with you."

I know it ain't fair, son.

But maybe you should've stayed and tried to work it out.

How? How, Ma?

Like I tried to work it out in Cottonwood?

When folks that knew me all my life testified against me...

...and I ain't done nothing?

I'm gonna work some things out, all right.

If it ain't fair when it's all said and done, it'll be unfair on my side of the fence.

Where you know him from? We were in the pen together.

His brother stole some cotton, drug him down with him.

He didn't do nothing.

Kid's green, but he's got guts.

This here's my business associate.

- Brentwood Glasscock. - Willie Reed.

- Nice to meet you. - You as well.

There's been a slight change in plans, fellows.

I went out and got it set up.

We're going in at 12 noon instead of 12 midnight.

Slim, I didn't travel 300 miles to stick a gun in someone's face.

Then you can hold the horses. Night jobs is too much work anyhow.

- Well, I ain't afraid of hard work. This'll be a milk run.

- Mr. Glasscock? - Hmm?

The chief wanted y'all to have a drink on him.

- It's Napoleon brandy. - Thanks.

Heard they hit another pool south of town.

- Yes, sir. They sure did. - Who's "they"?

Chief Baconrind, one of the Osage millionaires.

Last year, they wouldn't let him in here, but the policy's changed.

Yeah? Why's that?

He bought the place.

- Oil, huh? Mm-hmm.

To Oklahoma, gentlemen. The Sooner State.

The sooner we get out of here, the richer we'll be.

- You ain't gonna drink that? - No.

Lordy, Indians will drink anything.

I prefer to go in at night.

There's more time to do your work, and there's a lot less people.

Look, there's an easy way to do this and a hard way.

As long as I'm leader, we'll do it my way.

Which way is that, Slim?

Relax. I got this sheriff's pecker in my pocket.

We just cut him in on the take, that's all.

I still prefer nights.

Thanks a lot, Alvin. See you next year.

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

Can I help you, sir?

This here's a bank robbery. I want all your money.

Hands up, everybody.

Come on.

Howdy.

Do us both a favor and just keep walking. Come on.

Lock him in that vault and get that boy out of there.

Come on! Let's go! They're leaving!

Why is this happening?

Jesus!

Double-crossing bastard.

Yeah? - Glass, open up. It's me, Willis.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

Anybody see you come up here?

No, I come up the back.

That's Avis, my wife. This is Will Reed.

- Howdy. Hello.

- Pleased to meet you, ma'am. - Charmed.

Sorry to wake you tonight.

Well, they got Slim.

I know.

Newspaper didn't say nothing about him being dead, though.

What'd we get? What did you get?

Nothing. I got out alive.

Well, if all we got's mine, it's not a hell of a lot.

Just some damn Victory bonds.

If we got expenses for Slim, there's not more than a few thousand.

It's not worth all that aggravation.

I'm with you on the idea of these night jobs, Glass.

Yeah, now, I figure that damn Jesse James routine we pulled...

...was over at the turn of the century.

I tried to tell that idiot there's less risk in night jobs.

Especially if you work the smaller banks.

But we're gonna get the big banks because that's where the money's at.

The difference is, we got to do it right.

Yeah, yeah, we got to scout our locations.

We got to get the best cars, keep new tires on them, plan our routes.

I can take care of the getting in and getting out...

...and you got the nitroglycerin, right?

Oh, yeah.

So that's where you keep that stuff.

Yeah.

Avis is rather fond of keeping it under the bed.

Aren't you?

These look promising.

None of those are traceable.

I suppose I could give you 70 cents on the dollar.

Ninety.

Eighty, and I promise never to tell anybody where they came from.

Eighty would be good.

Eighty-five would be better.

And we promise never to rob your little bank.

Deal.

Deal.

You know, I'm retiring next month...

...and I've got some information here that might be valuable...

...to boys in your line of work.

It's a few square-door safes I know about...

...in this part of the country.

Course, it'll mean a little investment on your part.

Can I help you?

- I like that Red Cross pin, Avis. - Thanks.

- You a nurse? I was. That's how I met Brent.

One day he was just another patient...

...and then I ran off with him, and, well, here we are, casing a bank.

He takes all them powders and stuff. He ain't sick or nothing, is he?

No, it's just him.

I wear this for luck.

How's she look, Glass?

That list is genuine.

I knew that man was an honest criminal.

We can punch through the drum. The box is an old Packer.

- You can blow her with the grease, yeah? - Yeah. Anything with a square door.

It'll take it off there in one pop. What else is on that list?

Well, we got 41 banks here.

I figure we wait till these marks are flush with that harvest money...

...and then we take them, one by one.

That's good, huh?

Very good.

Who's gonna handle security?

Now we need security?

While we're in the bank, someone's gotta be outside, watch our backs.

We'll find somebody.

I reckon I know some fellows we can count on.

What? I want a soda pop.

We'll get a soda pop.

Would you look at this?

My goodness.

Welcome to Omaha, boys.

- Willis. - What do you say, little brother?

- You look good. - Yeah? I feel good.

Look at Willis, the city slicker.

- You like that, boy? Like that? - Well, yeah.

- Why'd you bring that horse stuff? - You said you had a job for us.

I do have a job for you. Just not that type of job.

What do you think of Omaha, boys?

Looks good.

Everything looks good from the seat of a Studebaker.