Clearly, until the proletariat rise up, seize the means of production and put the fucking banks out of business, it will be necessary for folks likes these to devise…alternatives. And you are with them or against them depending on where exactly you have come to situate yourself along that political spectrum.
And this of course is all tangled up in, among other things 1] dasein 2] conflicting goods and 3] political economy.
On the other hand, the folks here don’t seem all that interested in those things at all. But then that doesn’t supriase you, does it?
And they’re a long, long way from being revolutionaries. The whole point of robbing the banks is to collect the $43,000 they need to pay off a reverse mortage on their deceased mother’s ranch. Or something like that.
It seems they found oil on it.
This is, after all, just a tiny little story about tiny little people struggling to subsist in a great big world owned and operated by the great big few. And it all unfolds more or less out in the middle of nowhere.
On the other hand, maybe Donald Trump will eventually fix everything for everybody and all this class-struggle shit will become a thing of the past.
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[b]This movie is set in Texas, but not a single scene was actually filmed there.
The film is dedicated to David John Mackenzie (1929-2015) and Ursula Sybil Mackenzie (1940-2015), the parents of director David Mackenzie. Both died while he was making this film.
The phrase “come hell or high water” typically means “do whatever needs to be done, no matter the circumstances”. It also refers to the “hell or high water clause” in a contract, usually a lease, which states that the payments must continue regardless of any difficulties the paying party may encounter. Both definitions apply to different parts of the plot in this movie.[/b]
at wiki: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell_or_High_Water_(film
trailer: youtu.be/JQoqsKoJVDw
HELL OR HIGH WATER [2016]
Directed by David Mackenzie
[b]Elsie [to Tanner and Toby]: Y’all are new at this I’m guessing.
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Old man: You boys robbing the bank?
Tanner [or Toby]: Shut up. Put your hands on the counter. On the counter.
Old man: Yes, sir.
Toby [or Tanner]: That’s it, come on.
Old man: That’s crazy, y’all ain’t even Mexicans.
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Toby: You got a gun on you, old man?
Old Man: You’re damn right I got a gun on me. Y’all going to steal my gun too?
Toby: We ain’t stealing from you. We’re stealing from the bank.
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Alberto: You hear about these bank robberies?
Marcus: Why are you always dressed like me?
Alberto:: This is our uniform.
Marcus: We ain’t got no uniform. You can wear whatever color shirt you choose. You just keep choosing mine.
Alberto: Ranger regs say white, blue, or tan dress shirts. Stands to reason every once in a while we’re gonna be dressed the same.
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Man in pickup truck: Hey, what’s going on?
Marcus: Somebody robbed the bank this morning. If you see anyone looking a little sideways, give me a call.
Man in pickup truck: Sideways don’t wanna meet me. Find itself on the wrong end of a short rope.
Marcus: Oh, well, that would simplify things for everyone but you.
Man in pickup truck: Maybe, if you can find the tree.
Marcus [after he drives away]: God, I love west Texas.
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Marcus: I know their faces was covered, but could you tell their race? Black, white?
Elsie: Their skin or their souls?
Marcus: Let’s leave their souls out of this for now.
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Tanner: Maybe we should hit another branch.
Toby: You know, you talk like we ain’t gonna get away with this.
Tanner: I never met nobody get away with anything… ever, you?
Toby: Then why on the hell did you agree to do it?
Tanner: Because you asked, little brother.
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Alberto: I’m starving.
Marcus: I doubt they serve pemmican.
Alberto: You know I’m part Mexican, too.
Marcus: Yeah, well, I’m gonna get to that when I’m through with the Indian insults, but it’s gonna be a while.
Bank Manager: You rangers are an odd bunch.
Alberto: No, just him.
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Tanner: This is Mr. Pibb. I asked for a Dr. Pepper.
Toby: So?
Tanner Only assholes drink Mr. Pibb.
Toby: Drink up.
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Tanner: You Comanche? Lords of the plains.
Bear: Lords of nothing now. Do you know what Comanche means? It means enemies forever.
Tanner: Enemies with who?
Beatr: Everyone.
Tanner: You know what that makes me?
Bear: An enemy.
Tanner: No. It makes me a Comanche.
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Marcus [watching an evangelist preaching on TV]: We’re not gonna watch this, are we?
Alberto: Ain’t you Christian?
Marcus: Yeah. But I ain’t stupid. Ain’t you Indian? You’re supposed to be burning sage and dancing around the bed whooping like a bee stung you.
Alberto: I’m catholic.
Marcus: Come on. Come on! I’d rather dance around a fire with a spear. I’d rather have you stab me with a spear than watch this. This son of a bitch, he wouldn’t know god if he crawled up his pant leg and bit him on the pecker.
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Tanner: How much you making on this deal?
Billy: Not near as much as I’m risking.
Tanner: Why you doin’ it then?
Billy: You know, they loaned the least they could. Just enough to keep your mama poor on a guaranteed return. Thought they could swipe her land for $25,000. That’s just so arrogant, it makes my teeth hurt. To see you boys pay those bastards back with their own money? Well, if that ain’t Texan, I don’t know what is.
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T-Bone Waitress: So, what don’t you want?
Marcus: Pardon?
T-Bone Waitress: What don’t you want?
Marcus: Oh, well, uh, I think I’ll just, uh…
T-Bone Waitress: I’ve been working here for 44 years. Ain’t nobody ever ordered nothing but a T-Bone steak and baked potato. Except one time, this asshole from New York ordered a trout, back in 1987. We ain’t got no goddamned trout. T-bone steaks. So, either you don’t want the corn on the cob, or you don’t want the green beans. So, what don’t you want?
Marcus: I don’t want green beans.
Alberto: I don’t want green beans either.
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Toby: Mama died.
Debbie: When?
Toby: A few weeks ago.
Debbie: Well, good riddance. No offense.
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Marcus: People have made a living here for 150 years.
Alberto: Well, people lived in caves for 150,000 years. But they don’t do it no more.
Marcus: Well, maybe your people did.
Alberto: Your people did, too. A long time ago, your ancestors was the Indians, till someone came along and killed them, broke ‘em down, made you into one of them. 150 years ago, all of this was my ancestors’ land. Everything you could see. Everything you saw yesterday. Till the grandparents of these folks took it. And now, it’s been taken from them. Except it ain’t no army doing it.
[he points over to the bank]
Alberto: It’s those sons of bitches right there.
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Tanner: How you doing back there, little brother?
Toby: You fucking killed them!
Tanner: Those concealed carry permits sure complicate a bank robbery, don’t they? It’s not my fault it was payday.
Toby: This has gone too far, Tan. No one was supposed to fucking die.
Tannert: It was them or us, take your pick.
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Marcus: There’s just one?
Ranger: Yep, just one.
Marcus: There’s supposed to be two of them.
Ranger: Maybe the town folks got one.
Marcus: Well, if they did, they got the smart one. This old boy is out of his mind.
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Banker: I’ll get that faxed over to your attorney by the end of the week.
Toby: It is the end of the week. I wanna watch you do it.
Banker: Well, it takes a little time to prepare.
Toby: I got all day.
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Marcus: Know who I am? I’m the man who killed your brother.
Toby: I know. I also know you’re retired and you’re trespassing.
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Marcus [to Toby]: How did you do it? Oh, never mind. I’ll figure that out in time. Why? Why did you do it? I know why your brother, Tanner, did it. He robbed them banks because he liked it. He shot my partner 300 yards away because he liked it, it made him feel good. If I hadn’t blown his shit for brains out, there’d be a new truck out front with jet skis, and whatever else he could think to buy. He’d spend it all just to give him an excuse to steal some more. But not you. There’s nothing new around here, except them pumpjacks. Each one of them making you a month what you and your brother stole from all four banks combined. Help me understand, then. Help me understand why four people died so you could steal money that it don’t seem you’ve spent, that it don’t seem you need.
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Toby: I didn’t kill your friend.
Marcus: Yes, you did. By setting this thing in motion. You expect me to believe your dimwitted brother planned this? Oh, no. This was smart, this was you.
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Toby: I’ve been poor my whole life. So were my parents, their parents before them. It’s like a disease passing from generation to generation, becomes a sickness, that’s what it is. Infects every person you know, but not my boys. Not anymore. This is theirs now. Now, I ain’t never killed no one in my life, but if you want me to start with you, let’s get on with it, old man. See if you can grab that pistol before I blast you off this porch.
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Marcus [to Toby]: The things we do for our kids, huh?
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Toby: I’m renting a little house in town. If you wanna stop by and finish this conversation, you’re welcome anytime.
Marcus: Oh, I’d like that. I’ll be seeing you.
Toby: Yeah. Soon, I hope. I’m ready to be done with this.
Marcus: You’ll never be done with it no matter what. It’s gonna haunt you, son, for the rest of your days. But you won’t be alone. It’s gonna haunt me, too.
Toby: If you stop by, maybe I’ll give you peace.
Marcus: Maybe. Maybe I’ll give it to you.[/b]