#bank robbers

[awesomecooperlove]

💰🏦💰

#banks #the banking system is corrupt #lies #corruption #thefts #stealing from the people #bank robbers #loans #interests #taxes #taxes are illegal #taxes are unconstitutional #crimes against humanity #these people are evil #fight for justice #speaktruth #standup #speak up #truth #please share #wwg1wga

[maskedbankrobber]

#armed robbery #robbery #balaclava #masked robbers #armed robbers #masked men #bank robbery #bank robbers #the getaway

[kingshook1]

#the town #bank robbers

[spacedoutman]

【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 4)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: Paul thinks about you more than you know while doing his job as a farm hand. (He loves you a lot)

Warnings: PTSD, death | This chapter gets very dark! Please proceed with caution!

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 5 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 3 / / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHH!!!

Gene jumped, gasping sharply as his eyes widened. Paul shrunk. His brows stuck furrowed so tightly they’d crack. Maybe jerking the wheel that hard was a bad idea. It felt like Paul’s feet jetted off the ground. The truck swung into the gas station, slinging the two so hard Gene crashed into the dash. Paul held himself up by a string. The truck quit—or stopped.

Paul stomped the gas. It rattled before rolling on. Pitch black shimmered like a whole ass star against the moonlight. Paul’s jaw dropped. A sleek model T ford sat, parked criss-cross in one of the lots. Paul couldn’t help but to smile. Your face shimmered in the backs of his lids again. Your face.. Paul’s eyes smiled. His grip lightened.

“Careful—don’t scratch it!” Gene cried worriedly.

Paul’s vision blurred as the truck hobbled into the lot.

A job. Anything could be a job without being paid for it. Heat crawled onto the back of Paul’s neck. Paul scratched it. Gene took the wheel. The car jerked from side to side for a split second. Paul’s heart skipped in his chest like a kid over a jump rope. Rope. Sweat trickled down Paul’s face. Vomit crawled to the top of his throat like a million little spiders.

‘I am for sale! Will take any job! Unemployed five months, if any longer, family will starve!’

The sun drowned them like they were neck deep in the sea. One of the men hit the ground beside him. An old car rolled down the dirt road. The men pushed their signs out. Paul’s legs wobbled under him. He held himself up like there was a stick in his back. His stomach twisted and clenched as hot sweat poured down his face, shooting ice down his spine.

His arms fought him to give out. Another took his shoulder, pulling him up and rolling his sleeves.

Their solemn gazes followed the car as it drove off, leaving a cloud of dust which stung their lungs—if they could even breathe. The air was thick as pudding and muggy as the jungle Whoever was inside didn’t even glance. A couple pedestrians rushed through the small town, their chins clinging to their chests. The buildings looked as if they’d cling to the cracked pavement in a second.

‘Starving! Fought for three years, can speak French, Spanish! College educated, will take any job!’

The sign laid on the ground. One of the pedestrians stepped over it. The fallen man’s groans eventually faded. Paul swayed like a tree in the wind. His throbbing head was lighter than a cloud. His ribs pierced his lungs. His legs ached so badly they’d long went numb. The bottoms of his feet burnt like he stood on a stove on fire.

‘Wanted: A rope to hang myself’

He couldn’t squeeze a thought through his head.

“Paul.” Gene shook him gently. “Paul, please.. please come to.”

Gene’s voice cracked with worry. Paul’s eyes shot wide before relaxing. His head snapped to face Gene, whose brow wrinkled. His large eyes glimmered. “Are you okay?” He said softly, leaning close. Paul’s heart kicked up.

“We’re not going back.” He pushed Gene back. Gene sunk.

Paul rubbed his temple so hard it would break through to his skull. “There’s n-no fucking way we’re going back.” He muttered, his voice shattered like thin ice. His eyes hit the floor.

“Paul.” Gene murmured. Paul’s shoulders curled hard over his chest. He clutched his stomach. “Come on—we’ll deal with that later. Do you need a minute?”

Paul’s heart raced. “I-If I go in here and spend the rest of our money on gas and food, what will we have left?” His stomach turned like a twisted knife.

“Paul. I understand but you’ve got to calm down. If we don’t get gas, we’ll never get home. We’ll be walking for hours...”

Paul grit his teeth. A wildfire exploded deep inside. He stepped out. The car door swung so hard it almost smashed into the ford. “What’s that doing here anyway?” Gene forced lightheartedness into his voice, leaning out Paul’s door. His strained smile shone in the moonlight. Paul clenched his nose bridge and sighed deeply, looking down and away.

“We’re going to rot.” Paul said through a clenched jaw, shaking his fist sharply. “That’s it.”

“Paul. Please.”

Something about Gene’s voice itched him like a million mosquito bites. Paul tensed in the blink of an eye. The night chill settled around him—so why did his body still burn? Why was he trembling?

“Paul!”

Fog conquered Paul’s brain. Gene threw himself out of the car. Paul paced violently, yanking off his cap and sweeping his hands through his hair. “Paul, Paul!” Gene eased his hands onto his shoulders, stopping him. “If you keep this up, we’re going to get arrested!” Paul turned with ungodly wide eyes. His chest tightened. His breathing sped up.

“Inmates earn more god-damned money than we do.” He scoffed.

Gene shook him a bit. “D-Don’t think like that!” He almost whispered, horribly panicked. “Come on. Let’s go home. I’ll take care of gas-”

“-And if we break down?” Paul spoke over him, cocking his brow.

“Then we can take care of that later.”

“We came to the station, Gene. It would be stupid if we didn’t get gas.” Paul sarcastically snapped.

He reached into his pocket. “Hell, we could rob the place and still be better off than we are now!” He raved. Gene gasped.

“—Don’t say that so loudly!”

“What are those assholes gonna’ do? Arrest us for talk?” Paul said through a menacing chuckle.

“Paul. Stop. Please.” Gene was as firm as a pillow.

Paul’s brows furrowed. “I might as well do it now-” Gene grabbed his arm.

“No!”

Paul clasped Gene’s shoulders. Gene stumbled over. The two were almost nose to nose. Night birds whistled quietly. Crickets chirped. Paul’s eyes cut through his soul. Gene froze. “Tell me, Klein. Do you have the money to get gas?” Paul growled. “Cause’ I sure as hell don’t.” Paul’s lips pursed into a little smile.

Gene reached into his jean pocket and fiddled around. His head fell. “That’s what I thought.” Paul hissed. “And how low are we on gas?”

“Almost empty.”

“So..”

Paul’s eyes widened. His chest caved in, crushing his heart like glass. His voice choked. Tears stung his eyes.

The words sat in his mouth, nailed like boards over a window. Could he pry them out?

“… What are we going to do?” He faltered.

Paul’s gaze retreated. Gene’s expression turned firm. Paul’s breathed like ten thousand pound weights sat on his back. “What are we going to do?” A bit of anger kicked up in Gene. “How the hell are we gonna’ get home? Walk?”

Paul’s brows drew together. His eyes shot up. The ford sat like a five course meal in front of him.

“I have a better idea.”

#I hate model T fords so much I actually love them #This way a joy to write #gene simmons #paul stanley #kissfan #kissblr #kiss band #fanfic #kiss fanfiction #1930s au #alternate universe #gangsters #bank robbers #ha ha ha ha ha knowledge

[odinsblog]

#lol #when he makes the 🫶 sign at the end #tiktok #bank robbers #people pleasers

[kissablelips-desireslure-vol3]

Title: TALES OF VICTORIAN LUST (2013)

Director: Nica Noelle

Models: Tommy DeFendi Travis Irons

©️ ROCK CANDY FILMS

#THE KISSING CHRONICLES 3 #ADULT-ED #PASSIONATE KISS #BUDDIES #OUTLAWS #MOTEL HIDEOUT #BANK ROBBERS #WHEN FRIENDS BECOME...MORE #LGBTQ+ #My GIFS #MYGIFSET #MY-GIF-EDIT

[shesdunn]

Point Break, 1991. Dir. Kathryn Bigelow

#point break #pointbreak #1991 #surf #keanu #keanu reeves #patrick swayze #point break 1991 #surf movies #90s movies #90s #movie stills #johnny utah #bodhi #ex-presidents #bank robbery #bank robbers #robbery movies #surfboards in film #surfboard #tube

[tuttle-did-it]

brief M*A*S*H reference in Castle

a team of bank robbers take on fictional doctor's names, including Trapper John (M*A*S*H), Dr Huxtable (The Cosby Show), Dr Houser (Doogie Houser, MD) and Dr Quinn (Dr Quinn Medicine Woman).

Raise your hand if you were going to rob a bank and would 100% use the names from M*A*S*H characters.

4.07 Cops and Robbers

Kate Beckett: [on phone] This is Detective Kate Beckett. I understand that you wanted to speak with me.

Trapper John: Yeah, I don't like that other guy.

Kate Beckett: [on phone] Yeah, me either.

Agent Peterson looks annoyed. Beckett covers the mouthpiece of the phone, whispering to him.

Kate Beckett: [to Peterson] You said to build a rapport. [on phone]: So what's your name?

Trapper John: You can call me Trapper John.

Kate Beckett: A "M*A*S*H" fan? It's nice.

#M*A*S*H #MASH #M.A.S.H #Castle #trapper john mcintyre #trapper john #dr huxtable #th cosby show #dr quinn #dr quinn medicine woman #bank robbers #doogie howser md #doogie howser

[retropopcult]

From back of photograph: "The four men suspected of robbing the Linngrove (Indiana) Bank, posing with Sheriff Hollingsworth (far left), and Prosecutor Nathan Nelson (far right), were caught by the Journal Gazette Photographer as they were leaving the Adams County Court House after being arraigned for the robbery, April 17 1929.”

#vintage #1920s #suspects #bank robbers #arraignment

[lifewithaview]

James Roday Rodriguez in Psych (2006) Woman Seeking Dead Husband: Smokers Okay, No Pets

S1E4

Shawn eagerly poses as medium to get the case of two recently released bank robbers, believed to want the loot by threatening David Morrison Wilcroft's widow Raylene. Shawn finds David alive, digging for years, while the rest of the gang isn't as appeared either. Yet Shawn even goes for the long-lost gold.

*In the scene where Shawn wakes up Gus, Gus has a picture of his younger self on his night stand. Shawn is wearing the exact same clothes as Gus in the picture, and even matches the pose exactly when he wakes Gus.

#Psych #tv series #2006 #James Roday Rodriguez #comedy #crime #mystery #bank robbers #widow #just watched #S1E4 #Woman Seeking Dead Husband: Smokers Okay No Pets

[rumforall]

#thieves like us #movie #film #movie poster #keith carradine #shelley duvall #robert altman #hollywood #bank robbers

[evilhorse]

Who’d ever expect a girl gang of bank robbers?

#adventure comics #supergirl #kara zor el #linda danvers #girl gang #bank robbers #carnival costume #mike sekowsky #dc comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[maskedbankrobber]

Hands up! Do as you're told and noone gets hurt! Put the money in the bag, do it NOW!

#armed robbery #masked robbers #armed robbers #masked men #bank robbers #bank robbery #robbery

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Two Of Five Alleged Bank Robbers Committed, Given Bail," Windsor Star. October 22, 1943. Page 5 & 6. --- Local Men To Be Tried In December ---- Gerald Gates Tells of Finding Money in Backyard of Brother's Home ---- Five Windsor men charged with armed robbery of the Royal Bank branch at Wheatley on September 10 will face trial in Supreme Court at Chatham early in December. Allan Baldwin, already waiting to start. four years prison term for receiving stolen tires: Franklin Smith, who was discharged from the Canadian Army after serving overseas in this war; Vernard Gates, Leo Dubroy and Peter Devlin were all committed by Magis-> trate Ivan B. Craig in police court at Chatham yesterday after a preliminary hearing.

More than $34,000 was stolen in the bank holdup.

Peter Devlin and Leo Dubrey have been granted bail and are freed. They appeared before County Judge H. E. Grosch at Chatham today, who permitted the same bail as they were allowed before. Each had posted $2,000 cash.

Only other one of the five who had been free before the preliminary hearing was Vernard Gates, but as his bondsmen were in Windsor the new bail must be arranged through that city. It is expected an application will be made here in a couple of days. His bail was for $16,000 cash.

SURPRISE ENDING A surprise ending was given the two-day hearing when Magistrate Craig sent up Devlin along with the rest. As Crown Attorney A. Douglas Bell, K.C., admitted after James H. Clark, K.C., counsel for Devlin, had protested it, no evidence had been produced at the preliminary hearing to connect Devlin with the robbery.

Mr. Clark asked the grounds for sending Devlin to trial along with the others, and Mr. Bell cited a case in the Supreme Court of British Columbia in which the learned justice had upheld the commitment of an accused man even though no evidence had been put in against him. It was maintained that when accused were charged jointly they should be kept together for the trial.

STANDS BY DECISION In spite of Mr. Clark's objection, the magistrate said he would stand by his decision and commit all five.

Afterward, Mr. Clark said he would enter a motion before a Supreme Court judge in chambers asking that the commitment be quashed before the trial begins.

STARTLING EVIDENCE Startling evidence was given by Gerald Gates, who is now facing s charge of receiving money stolen from the bank, before the hearing concluded. He told of digging in the backyard of his brother, Vernard, on Byng road, Windsor, with the intention of planting a peach tree when he found s boiler filled with tins of money. This, which later was found to total $4,584.67, of which $3,650 was in bills, he had quickly replaced under the soil and then at night, two days after the bank robbery in Wheatley, had dug it up again. Gates told the court he had then taken the boiler to a road in Tilbury East Township and thrown it into the ditch.

He explained that he knew his brother, Vern, was arrested in connection with the bank robbery and that if the money were found in his yard it might cause trouble.

After dumping the boiler in a ditch on a sideroad, he had returned with his brother, Harold, and a girl friend with the intention of getting the money and turning it over to police. He had left the girl and Harold in Tilbury while he continued on alone. But he changed his mind, deciding it would be difficult to explain to police, and left the money where it was.

Still later, he went with Constable Len Neil of the provincial police in Windsor and Detective Chris Paget of Windsor city police and directed them to the spot where they found the boiler full of money.

IDENTIFIED CAR John Nicholson, of Wheatley, said yesterday afternoon he had seen a Mercury on Lake street in his village and had seen men hurrying toward it. Later, in Windsor, he found a car in a lineup of other cars which he identified as the same one. He said the peculiar pattern of dust on it was one thing which led to his picking it out. Earlier, Mrs. Dorothy Julian said she had seen such a car in front of her home in Wheatley.

Sgt. Dave Duncan, of the Ontario Provincial Police, explained that the Mercury owned by Vernard Gates had been put in a lineup in Windsor and it had been picked out by Nicholson as the one he saw in Wheatley. Licence plates found on the car at this time were said by police to have been those belonging to Gates, although they were not the same plates Mrs. Julian had reported in Wheatley.

Another witness yesterday afternoon was Inspector George McKay, of the criminal investigation branch of the provincial police, who told about the investigation in Wheatley and of arresting Leo Dubroy and Peter Devlin n in a Windsor hotel. Later, with other police officers, he had gone to the home of Allen Baldwin and there saw Franklin Smith but not Baldwin.

They had accompanied Smith to this room in a downtown Windsor hotel, and found an army kit, with the name "Smith, F. F.," on the side of it. In the bag they found $6.456 wrapped in pages of a newspaper. Among it was $223 in United States currency and a bundle of new $2 and $1 bills. Smith was arrested and charged with the robbery.

Asked about the money, Smith had said: "It's my dough, but I've accumulated it." Asked how he got it, he replied: "You can see I've done some good betting on the horses."

REVOLVER FOUND Later Baldwin was taken into custody after a blue denim smock, of a type witnesses said one of the robbers wore had been found at his home. A search of Vernard Gates' premises on Byng road yielded a revolver and a sealer of pennies and Gates was arrested.

During a police lineup when Mrs. Kathleen McLean, of the Wheatley bank staff, had picked out Baldwin, he had said:

"Be careful, lady, this is 20 years." Constable Neil explained about finding money in Tilbury East and said Miss Jean Tait identified two $10 bills found with the amount.

#wheatley ontario #chatham #windsor #bank robbery #bank robbers #professional criminals #bank manager #armed robbery #armed robbers #eyewitness testimony #stolen cash #armed with a revolver #tilbury #canada during world war 2 #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[spacedoutman]

Some stuff for the 1920s Kiss bank robber fanfic...

Yeah.. I'm slapping this here. @elrohare this is your fault because I looked at the tags and was just like: You know what, that wouldn't be half bad

So essentially, you are going to be either married to P or G. It's going to explore how strong love can go while everything crashes and burns around you. This fanfiction is actually going to be pretty accurate to what gang life at the time was like because my sister (who I'm trying to force to get Tumblr) hyperfixated and now I know a lot about it.

I'm also going to include hella parallels to the actual band or try my best to where I can--and also they are going to be broken and shattered and smashed 2 ashes. I am going to put y/n and the guys through so much pain and suffering I will take everything away because I'm suc a good person. also if there's something you wanna see LEMME KNOW I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT I WANT TO PUT IT IN.

Do any of you have any traits you'd like to insert into Y/N? Please comment and I will add it <3 (Thanks in advance)

Ooh boy time to test some morals I can't wait

#kiss fanfiction #bank robbers #fanfic #writeblr #1920s #alternate universe #gene babygirl simmons is now a ganster even though i couldnt imagine him being violent #kissblr #kiss band #my baby gene

[scotianostra]

On December 30th 1969 two police officers died of bullet wounds during a raid on a house in Allison Street, Glasgow; a third was wounded.

It was the darkest day in the history of policing history in Scotland, two officers were shot dead in the line of duty and a third left with crippling injuries.

Shortly after 4pm two officers were shot dead by a man seen acting suspiciously outside a flat in Govanhill on the south side of the city.

Their suspect had just taken part in an armed robbery and was carrying the proceeds into the Allison Street tenement in suitcases.

When the two cops followed their man into the ground floor apartment, unaware of the earlier hold-up, he pulled out a gun and shot them dead.

The double murder was all the more shocking because it was carried out by a former police officer and colleague.

A few hours later Howard Wilson, married with a young family, was sitting in his police cell in nearby Craigie Street Police Office confessing both murders to his bewildered lawyer Joe Beltrami.

Nineteen years later in his memoir Tales of the Suspected, Beltrami wrote:

“As I listened to him. I kept asking myself what could have possessed him. He looked more like a businessman than a criminal.”

Wilson had quit the City of Glasgow police in 1968 after 10 years’ service when he failed to get promotion to sergeant.

Instead he opened a greengrocers, The Orchard in nearby Mount Florida. But the outlet, along with another shop he’d bought, was losing money.

His two best friends former prison officer Ian Donaldson, 31, and ex-cop John Sim, 21, both had young families and were also strapped for cash.  During one late evening drinking session they joked about robbing a bank to solve all their financial worries.

However, the morning after the night before it began to sound like a plan.

Who would suspect two former cops and a prison officer? They had no criminal records and their fingerprints were not on file.

The money would also be used to pay off debts so it would disappear as quickly as it had been stolen.

The trio recruited a fourth man – Archibald McGeachie – to be their getaway driver, and bought a Russian pistol from the president of the Bearsden Shooting Club, of which all three were members.  On July 16, dressed in smart suits and carrying briefcases they walked into the British Linen Bank in Giffnock, East Renfrewshire, and escaped with £20,876 (over £270,000 now).

All three, however, were broke again by Christmas and, having got away with it once, planned another heist – this time a branch of the Clydesdale in Linwood, Renfrewshire on December 30th.

However, McGeachie took cold feet and declined the job of getaway driver, leaving his three pals to do the job on their own.

On December 23, a week before, the second hold up, he disappeared from his home and was never been seen again.

His fellow robbers escaped this time with £14,000 – much of it in silver coins – which later proved significant when they were all spotted by a suspicious Inspector Andrew Hyslop transporting the suitcases.  He recognised Wilson who he had once trained in the use of firearms.

Inspector Hyslop also suspected the trio were carrying stolen whisky, as he didn’t know about the bank robbery.

He confronted all three in Wilson’s ground floor flat, having called in reinforcements from Craigie Street.

When the inspector bent down to open one of the cases, his former colleague shot him in the face.

Detective Constable Angus MacKenzie and PC Edward Barnett, above, were then both shot in the head when they tried to arrest him.

As they fell, Wilson calmly stepped up to DC MacKenzie and shot him again, killing him outright.

His accomplice Donaldson had fled the flat, while Sim watched in horror.

Wilson turned his attention to another former colleague PC John Sellars, who had taken refuge in the bathroom to radio

for help but he couldn’t get through the door.

Wilson then noticed Inspector Hyslop beginning to move on the floor, and went to finish him off.

A fifth officer, Detective Constable John Campbell flung himself across the hall at Wilson before he could fire again, saving his colleagues’ life.

DC Campbell managed to wrestle the gun from Wilson just as his fellow officers alerted by the sound of gunfire rushed into the flat.

There they found a scene of unimaginable horror. DC MacKenzie had been killed outright while PC Barnett would die five days later in hospital.  Wilson only seemed to regret only what he had done to DC MacKenzie, whose wife June he knew personally.  As he was led away, he asked the arresting officers if they  would apologise to her on his behalf.

When the three appeared at Glasgow Sheriff Court on February 6, 1970, Wilson admitted the murders of Detective Constable McKenzie and Constable Barnett, attempting to murder Inspector Hyslop, threatening to shoot Constable Sellars, and to the bank robberies at Giffnock and Linwood.  A week later, at the High Court in Edinburgh, Wilson was sentenced to life, with a recommendation that he should serve a minimum of 25 years. Donaldson and Sim were given 12 years each for their parts in the robberies.

Later that year it was announced that the Queen had approved awards of the George Medal to Inspector Hyslop and Detective Constable Campbell.  Awards of the Queen’s Police Medal for Gallantry were posthumously awarded to Detective Constable McKenzie and Constable Barnett.  In 1971, PC Sellars was awarded the Glasgow Corporation medal for bravery by the Lord Provost.

Detective Constable McKenzie left a widow, June, and Constable Barnett a widow, Margaret, and two children.

Of the three officers who survived, Inspector Hyslop suffered most as bullet parts had been left deeply embedded in his neck. After many months on sick leave Inspector Hyslop returned to duty.  But the shock of his terrible experience had left him unfit to carry on and in June, 1971, he had to  resign from the force and died on the island of Islay in 2000, aged 74.

In 2019 wreaths were laid on their graves on the 50th anniversary of their deaths.

In September 2002, Wilson was finally freed after almost 33 years behind bars despite strenuous objections from the Scottish  Police Federation.

At the time its chairman Norman Flowers, said: “We feel that anyone who murders a police officer should never be released. Life should mean life.”

While incarcerated, he wrote a crime novel entitled Angels of Death which won a Koestler award. The Allison street murders were made into a TV Movie in 2011 called Sgeulachd Howard Wilson - Cop Turned Killer

#scotland #scottish #bank robbers #murder #glaswow #police murder #cop killer #history