I liked it so much, so I watched it again. So, this will be a spoiler.
Let’s start with the story line: the
poor mother was forced to apply for a reverse mortgage from the bank in order to treat herself. He pays you monthly according to your assessment status until your death, after which the property belongs to the bank). Soon, the mother died of illness, the bank will take back the property within a time limit. Meanwhile, oil was discovered underground on my mother's farm. For the sake of the child's future life, the younger brother decided to keep the land.
In fact, the bank pays only a small monthly loan to the mother as a pension (if I understand the lawyer correctly, the real price the bank intends to pay for this property is probably $25,000). To release the reverse mortgage, you need to pay $32,000 to the bank, and the bank pays $11,000 in estate tax. In other words, the brothers had to scrape together $43,000 to redeem their mother's farm. So they decided to rob the bank that had drained their mother for just enough money to pay the mortgage.
When you get enough money, wash it in the casino. They ended up going back to the bank with a check from the casino and paying off the mortgage with their own money.
What if the police trace the source of the money? Handle the family trust in the same bank - the younger brother gives 50,000 US dollars as a trust to the bank every month, and the bank acts as the manager of the property, and transfers the property to the trustee, that is, the younger brother's children, under certain conditions.
The income from oil extraction is enough to ensure that the younger brother has enough money to hand over to the bank every month; the trust method ensures that even if the younger brother is convicted one day, the property cannot be confiscated; and why should this bastard bank be trusted? Why are these bastards cooperating with the police investigation because they are holding this money every month.
What is our goal? Grab all Midlands Banks along the way.
When are we robbing? Only in the morning, when no one is there.
Are we just grabbing enough money? Of course, loose banknotes, not in bundles, nor those with Franklin's face.
We don't hurt people? It depends on whether the other person thinks I'm "stupid" and whether he's a seasoned old cowboy with a gun.
Why are you imitating my clothes? This is our uniform.
Your marksmanship is disrespectful. Oh? Are you sure you're not drinking? I heard that you Indians don't leave the wine bottle in your hand.
Why are you too lazy to listen to priests preaching? You Indians are also superstitious about sage and Indian dance.
At the gates of Midlands Bank in Coleman Township, the duo's storylines overlap through a parallel montage. On one side is the argument between the old white sheriff and the Indian police officer: it was you pioneers who took away the land of the Indians, and now your descendants continue to enslave the descendants of the Indians through the bank in front of you, what has changed . On the other side, the two brothers were discussing their final vote on the farm left by their mother: the unbridled brother suddenly said seriously to the younger brother that it all made sense.
And then there's my favorite part of the whole movie.
Then, it came to the end of the robbery.
Why do you say this is the wildest western I've ever seen? Imagine you just robbed a bank and rushed out the door to see that there were no police cars parked on the street, nor were there policemen with guns waiting for you, but a row of off-road pickups and rifles. Residents of the town. You probably have a little bit of tough guy respect in your heart, apart from crawling into your piece of shit Ford and angrily taking off your ski mask.
Also, as a Texan, it really doesn't matter whether you have a trunk or not, but you'd better keep a submachine gun with you.
How does a tough guy express his affection?
Turner, knowing that the heist had come to an end, gave Toby the money and let him do the rest. Before leaving, he bowed his head and said: I love you, Toby.
The old sheriff, who was beeping all the way, chased down to the foot of the mountain with his good-natured Indian brother, thinking that his brilliant career as a police detective would have to go a long way. But when the accident happened, he ran over to his teammates who came to support him at a loss. The last shot, did he say in his heart: Stupid Indians.
In the end everything calmed down as one wished.
The old sheriff, who has retired, drives to Toby's farm. Still a dusk. Two men who have each lost a brother are not talking about a bank robbery, but about their lives before and after.
The farm left by his mother was kept, and the underground oil can ensure that Toby's two children are not bound by poverty, and the cancer of poverty will probably no longer be passed on to his next generation; the robbery has been concluded, and the old sheriff has also It is a successful retirement, but he has an obsession to give his brother and his family an explanation.
But who knows. Maybe poverty is a random thing. Maybe the old sheriff needs to worry about whether he's getting enough pension to last the day he doesn't want to live, or whether banks like Midlands Bank are going after his property.
Everything goes back to where it started.
The script and filming are too delicate, and even the soundtrack is impeccable. There are deeply buried brotherhood and family bonds, and there are western feelings echoing in slow and empty mirrors. And the love of people.
After the lawyers learned of the two brothers' plans, they advised them on money laundering. Turner asked him, why are you doing this? The lawyer adjusted his shirt and said: "Those bastards used reverse mortgages to pay your mother a tiny pension, they're too arrogant and maybe trying to trick her into selling the land for less money. If you're not doing it Texans, then what is.
I like this lawyer.
The waitress angrily cross-examined her officer, and confidently wanted to keep her tip—that was her and her daughter’s rent for this month. When Toby was chatting with her, the kind-hearted she thought that Toby was down and out, so she took the initiative to tell him that there might be a job opportunity as a chef in the restaurant. In the end, saying that he couldn't use the penny he had stolen, when Toby left, there was a stack of $20 bills on the table.
I love this waitress.
A time-honored coffee shop specializing in T-bone steaks in a small town welcomes the sheriff's good partner. The restaurant waitress in her 60s entertained the two out-of-town guests with astonishing aura. In the eyes of Texas women, there are as many New York dicks who order fish steaks as there are cops who don't know how to ride a horse and only drive a tin Ford.
I kinda like this waitress too.
And Toby, who was always careful not to hurt anyone. A gentle but proud Indian police officer. An old sheriff with a stinky mouth thinking about life alone.
But maybe my favorite is the tough and tender Turner.
"Why did you promise me this vote?"
"Because you opened your mouth."
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