Angel in Exile

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Attention...

Stand up!

No. 10259...

10259...

Report to the warden's office.

If you try to pick up

where you left off...

It doesn't work...

It'll never work.

Alright, Charlie... you can go.

And just one more thing...

You're gonna have pretty tough sledding

for a while...

Now if you have no definite ideas

on a job...

Now don't think I'm trying

to force anything on you here.

Look into this, or not...

just as you please.

It's the address of my brother's ranch,

near Billings, Montana.

Good food... good pay...

Give you a start in a new state.

You might think about it.

They'll give you an outfit downstairs...

...and you pick up your personal effects

at the desk on the way out.

Now... goodbye... Good luck!

Thank you, Warden.

Hello, Eddie...

Hello Mr Dakin...

you're looking alright!

Well I wouldn't have known you...

your hair's turned grey.

Yeah... well, I had a lot on my mind...

...including you.

You remembered the day, eh, Eddie?

I remembered...

Well I got my car here...

Shall we go?

Yeah.

Where are we going, Ernie?

Arizona.

I got some clothes for you

at the back.

Who's following us?

- I'm sorry about this, Mr Dakin.

- Who is it?

- Carl Spitz is the driver.

- Who's with him?

Max Giorgio, I think

They must've known

you was gettin' out today.

Max must love you

for not cuttin' him in!

Nobody gets cut in,

but you and me.

You can cut me out, Ernie.

Mr Dakin, would you have cut ME out...

...if I was locked up

and YOU was on the outside?

I don't know.

Well, I know.

Don't worry... it's tucked away,

nice and safe.

Took me 2 months

to find the right place...

But I got a honey...

Right up in the Arizona mountains.

What about THEM?

I'll lose them today.

No... wait a minute...

I got an idea...

Let 'em stop us.

Yessir.

Alright, pull up.

Keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

Okay, Max... they're clean.

Hello, Charlie...

Hello, Max.

You're looking good.

I was just about to look you up.

Yeah... sure you were.

Follow me into town.

Start the car...

and don't try anything.

Now listen, Charlie...

and listen good.

I don't like you.

I never liked you.

There's nothing'd please me better

than to take you apart right now.

Nothing!

But first of all I want to find out

what happened...

...to the million dollars

worth of gold dust.

How do I know?...

I've been in stir.

The little gunsel here

didn't go into stir with you...

...and neither was the dust.

What happened to it?

5 years is a long time

to remember, Max.

Alright... I'll refresh your memory.

You knocked off the bank truck...

...and transferred the stuff to your car

like YOU planned it.

Then you and Ernie made a getaway.

But you never showed up

for the payoff.

I ran over a drunk...

I know... they gave you 5 years for manslaughter

on account of your record...

But Ernie got away with the car

and the dust.

What did he do with it?

- Have you asked Ernie?

- Yeah, we asked him.

We even tried to persuade him.

But the little rat insisted

he ran off a bridge into a river.

Only he can't remember

what bridge or what river.

Ernie's always had a bad memory.

Listen, Charlie...

I'm gettin' kinda sick of this.

I'm gonna ask you once more...

Where did he hide it?

Max.. I wish I could help you!

Al, gimme that belly gun

you frisked off of Charlie.

Alright, Charlie...

Maybe I can refresh your memory

with a little game of Russian roulette.

You were always great at that, Max.

Yeah... it used to work pretty good

on all the bad little boys... remember?

It depends on your luck, Charlie.

There's only one bullet

in the gun.

Now I'll ask you where

you've got the gold hidden.

If I don't like the answer,

I'll pull the trigger.

Maybe you've got 5 wrong answers.

Maybe only one.

Where's the gold, Charlie?

I don't know.

That's one for YOU, Charlie!

Where is it?

Like I said before, Max...

I don't know.

Well, your luck is running

pretty good, Charlie...

You got 3 more chances.

Maybe.

Now... come on... where is it?

Come on! Talk!

Go on and shoot!

I'm through asking questions, Charlie!

The next 3 pulls are gonna be fast.

Alright, Max... I'll talk.

Connecticut.

A little town called Bayview.

A guy by the name of Sawtell's got it.

Thanks.

OK, Carl... load the bags.

We're going to Connecticut.

The 4 of us.

That guy Sawtell better be there.

...or we'll play roulette

with the chambers full.

Now wait a minute!...

What's that?

Kramer Ranch... Highway 10

40 miles north of Billings Montana.

Check with Clyde Kramer.

That was a nice try, Charlie.

Putting it in the gun

was a little childish...

But good!

Alright... let's go!

Shall I get rid of these characters?

What do you say, Charlie?

Shall we get rid of you?

Ah... let 'em alone...

Why should we get the cops on our tails

for killin' a couple of worms?

Let the worms crawl away.

Bye bye, boss!

Hey... Ernieboy...

He's goin' the wrong way.

How do we know they're headed

for Montana?

We don't know...

So we'll follow 'em.

Charlie always was

a great little kidder.

So?

So we'll make 'em think

we've gone to Montana.

That'll make it easier to tail 'em.

This is our last stop.

The Land Office.

We file our claim to the property there

with the county recorder.

Then we're all set.

I wish they'd light some place.

2 days over desert mountains...

Bum grub... no sleep...

Hack down and case that joint

they just went into.

My name's Charles Dakin...

I'd like to file a claim

to an abandoned mine I found.

Location?

I've got a map here.

This mine is under the title of the Durango...

is that correct?

That's right.

Abandoned 1912...

...reverted back to the U.S. Government

in 1913.

Apparently worthless.

Apparently.

Well... the title's clear.

You understand of course

that you have to

put in at least $100 worth of maintenance a year

in order to retain your claim.

I do.

As a matter of fact...

...I'd look into this very carefully,

if I were you.

Isn't there something I should sign?

Alright... come in.

County Recorder's office...

They're looking at a map.

What do you make of it?

Maybe Charlie likes the climate,

and figures on settling down.

It looks like we're near

the end of the trail.

I was beginning to think

they were headed for Mexico.

Let's nail 'em

when they come out, eh?

What for?

The stuff is not in their car...

They got it stashed out

around here someplace.

We'll keep tailin' 'em.

Done much mining, Mr Dakin?

Some...

Placer or hard-rock?

Both.

You must operate with gloves on.

I been away a long time.

For your record, Mr Dakin.

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

We'll never make it in THIS car.

I got an old jalopy

parked here in town.

What about supplies?

All taken care of.

It's no use tryin' to go any further

in THIS crate.

Now I know why they shifted cars.

Well, anyway...

we know where they are.

Yeah... where?

There's 1000 miles of these mountains

they could hide in.

Well, what do we do?

Get the jack and get this thing

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