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It's October 5th, 1892. In the bottom left corner of the relatively new state of Kansas lies the small town of Coffeeville, a place with a population of roughly 2,000 rowdy Americans. The setting is classic Wild West, and nothing is more Wild Westy than a good old bank robbery story. In the middle of broad daylight, the notorious Dalton brothers are about to make their move. The plan is simple. Step one, walk to the bank. Step two, grab the money. It's as watertight as a plan can get. No, no, no. That's too boring, says Pop, the oldest Dalton brother and leader of the group. We have to make a name for ourselves, guys. We need to pull something off that beats anything Jesse James ever did. See, why rob one bank when you can rob two? You do realize we are only like five people, right, Big Bro? H. If anything happens, just scream across the road and we'll run over to help. All right, off we go. This is the dumbest heist in history. He said the thing historically facts part 9. So before we dive headfirst into the absolute circus that was this heist, let's get a quick history lesson on our ambitious robbers. The Dalton brothers, Bob, Grat, Emmett, and their lesser-known accomplices, Dick and Bill, actually started out on the straight and narrow side of life. They even joined law enforcement as deputies, believe it or not, chasing outlaws themselves. Their older brother, Frank, has been a respected deputy marshal, too. Until he was gunned down by some whiskey runners. After that, the younger Daltons took one look at the law, went, "Nah, we're good," and jumped to the other side. Also, it turns out that chasing bandits sucks like dirt. But being one, that's where their real money is at. Who would have guessed? Thus began their illustrious career as cattle rustlers, train robbers, and general nuisances across the American Midwest. Eventually, the brothers made enough noise to earn their spots as wanted poster celebrities, becoming notorious enough to believe their own hype, and that's exactly what led them to this absolutely genius idea. Fast forward back to the heist day. The Dalton boys were ready to achieve criminal immortality. Bob's foolproof plan went as follows. Bob and Emmett Dalton would hit the First National Bank. Meanwhile, Grat Dalton, Bill Powers, and Dick Broadwell would stroll casually into the Condon Bank right across the street. Now, obviously, if your master plan to escape financial stress involves robbing two banks in your own hometown, you might want to reconsider your options. Fortunately for you, my friend, there's a smarter, less felony-prone solution. PDS Debt, the partner of this video. Do you ever look at your bank account and think, "Wow, red sure is a nice color." Yeah, that's called debt. And it's not your fault. Credit card debt, medical bills, student loans. It's like the system is designed to keep you broken, poor. But there's a way out. PDS Debt has already helped over 100,000 people escape debt. And they are not some shady scam in a basement. They've got an A+ rating from the BBB and thousands of five-star reviews. They will make you a custom plan built around your life, not someone else's spreadsheet. So, if debt got you in a chokehold like a 14th-century tax collector, go to pdsdebt.com/historically for a free assessment. At around 9:30 a.m., dressed in totally inconspicuous fake beards and mustaches that fooled precisely no one, the brothers began their legendary heist. The gang tied up their horses in a nearby alleyway and approached the two banks with their guns drawn. Once again, in broad daylight, it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that five Gandalf lookalikes walking aggressively towards the local banks while wielding Winchesters and revolvers scream suspicion to the townsfolk. Also, I forgot to mention this before, but the Daltons literally grew up in this town. Everyone instantly recognized them. Nice beard, Bob. Love the stash, Emmett. Wait a minute. You guys aren't... The Dalton brothers are robbing the banks with their covers blown before the heist even started. Words spread like wildfire. And mind you, this is the Wild West. No insurance policy. If your precious gold gets stolen from the bank, if your gold is gone, it's really gone. In the eyes of the townsfolk, the Daltons weren't just robbing the banks. They were robbing the townsfolk. The people rushed towards the banks to check if the rumors were really true. Gosh darn Dalton, they really are robbing us. Anyone brought a gun? You know why it's important to scout a bank before robbing it? This is why. There was a hardware store right next door to the banks, practically overflowing with firearms and ammunition. Townspeople from stable owners to shopkeepers rushed into the hardware store, quickly arming themselves with rifles, pistols, and shotguns. Within minutes, an angry, heavily armed mob awaited the robbers outside. Meanwhile, the Daltons were blissfully unaware. The trio inside the Condon Bank, Grat, Dick, and Bill, rushed into the vault that was by sheer luck open. Unfortunately, the gold was in a secondary safe within that vault that was locked with a 10-minute timer. That wasn't true, by the way. The manager of the bank made it up. But the Daltons, in their omega brain, believed the guy and decided to wait 10 minutes for the safe to unlock. Seriously, none of you had the bright idea to just try to unlock the damn thing to see if what he says is true. And none of you started to feel a bit anxious that the streets are eerily quiet. Okay. On the other side of the street, Emmett and Bob Dalton were a bit more successful. They tied down the officers and customers and forced the employees to yank the vault and safes open. Instantly, they put the gold and cash in sacks on their back. And just like that, they were ready to move out. They grabbed the officer and, using him as body cover, they slowly walked out the front door. Their plan was to cross the street, meet up with Grat, and together head back to the horses. Not sure how they would get through the crowd. But yeah, before they got to leave the bank though, a banker hiding outside emerges from cover and starts to unload his revolver towards the duo. Big bro, I don't think going this way is a wise decision. Perhaps we should retreat through the back door instead. You make an excellent suggestion, little bro. By utilizing the back door and avoiding the main street, we minimize the chance of us getting shot. Let us retreat back into the bank and try this new plan. Back to the trio, while they were patiently waiting for the safe to open, they heard the volley of gunshots at the opposite side of the street and rushed out of the vault to see what was happening. Knock knock. And they also got a volley of gunshots flying through the door and windows. I know we are actively getting shot at and the longer we wait, our window to escape gets narrower, but I really like gold. At the National Bank, Emmett and Bob kick open the back door and with a new body shield escape into the alley. A young courageous lad jumps from behind the corner, whips out a revolver, and orders the two Daltons to surrender. Um, no, you surrender or we will shoot. No, my righteous heart and God forgive me, I cannot let you. We don't have time for this. Let's go. Bob and Emmett then made their way to the end of the back alley and peeked over to spot the massive crowd unloading their guns into the Condon Bank. They also spotted an older male holding a Winchester intensely aiming at the front door of the National Bank. It was clear that he was trying to get the jump on the two brothers when they would eventually reveal themselves at the front door for the second time. Love the enthusiasm, but the building has some more door spell. Holy cow. Don't pick up that gun, fella. The third victim of Bob Dalton dies to another headshot. The officer, who was left outside on the sidewalk, saw the two civilians getting shot and ran over to the next door hardware store to s
