One of the more ambitious siblings finds himself released one fortuitous day, and makes his way home where he collegially meets two other businesspeople engrossed in scheming.
They soon a rob a bank thinking the sheriff won't seek them out if they give him a cut, two of them escaping to trade in their loot with a corrupt bank manager in another small town.
The manager gives them a coveted list of sought after banks with particular safes, which one of them happens to be an expert in cracking, fluidly at ease with ye olde nitroglycerine.
Things go well, they come up with a plan to only rob banks at night and avoid confrontation, the other brothers, The Newton Boys, soon freely enlisting in the lucrative cause.
Bank insurance is a recent phenomenon so they don't feel guilty for heuristically heisting.
Emphatically engaged with calamitous caution.
Even making their way to Canada.
The ingenious idea to proceed at nighttime to avoid gruesome bloodshed wins hearts and minds, and likely convinced concerned officials that they weren't quite as ruthless as they may have seemed.
It's a tightly-knit bunch habitual disputes between grouchy brothers largely absent, the 4 getting along rather well and even risking everything when one of them's injured.
I suppose that's the cuneiform key form a trusted group and take care of one another, never forget pressing mutual interests nor lose sight of collective goals.
Steer clear of the big score as well they were exceptionally dealing with obscure transactions.
In search of millions they decisively falter.
Tantalizing fever pitch emboldenment.
Cool soundtrack if you like lucid banjos and panachy pianos from a different time.
One of them even makes it to 90.
Not freakin' bad.
For such a rough life.
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