Charley Varrick

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I'm afraid you're in a red zone.

There's your bank parking.

Oh, I was just letting my husband out.

I just have to cash a cheque, officer.

I appreciate if you let her

sit her for a few minutes..

See, I got this busted ankle.

Listen, why don't you let me park the car,

and then you endorse the cheque

and I'll go in and cash it.

I'll go in and cash my own cheque.

It's my cheque, isn't it?

Now I'm going to endorse it

and cash it myself.

I think he's afraid I'm going

to abscond with the money.

Don't have to be waited on hand or foot

like I was some damn old crock.

Nobody said you're an old crock!

Well, you implied it.

Ok. It's ok. You can park here.

But please make it

as quick as you can.

Much obliged officer.

Marry a hippie and she'll

start endorsing your cheques.

"Colorado, George Adam, 1742".

What?

Plates on that Connie..

What about them?

I don't know.. I'm almost sure I've seen

that number on a hot sheet.

So, run a check on it.

San Miguel 4, requesting a make on

Colorado license:

"George Adam, 1742".

Have a nice day, Rick.

Thank you, Miss Ambar.

- G'morning.

- Good Morning, Sir.

- Could you please endorse this, Sir.

- Oh, sure.

Here, I'll use my own pen. I write

a lil' better with it...

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Do you have an account here Mr. Pennis?

No but that's a good cheque.

I'm sure it is Mr. Pennis but I'll have

to get an ok from the bank manager.

- Sure.

- Excuse me.

Ms. Vesta.

- What?

- Can we get an ok from Mr. Young on this?

Oh, Yes.

Hello Jessie, San Miguel 4 here.

Have you got anything on

those Colorado plates here?

Not yet. We're still checking.

I'll get right back to you.

- Mr. Pennis?

- Yes, Sir.

I'm sorry Sir, but it's an out-of-state bank.

Oh but that's a bank cashier's cheque, Sir.

What could possibly be wrong with that?

I'm sure it's fine. I'll just have

my secretary check on it. Ms. Vesta.

Yes, Mr. Young.

Would you mind getting on

the phone verifying that...

That's a perfectly good cheque..

Against the wall!

Nobody move!

Keep your hands up!

Ok, open that vault and

nobody'll get hurt..

You wanna die for somebody else's money?

No, but I..

Move it, move it!

San Miguel 4?

This is Pearl. Rudy?

San Miguel 4. Go ahead. Jessie.

Looks like we've got something.

"Colorado, George Adam, 1742"

is a hot plate. It goes with a green Camaro

stolen in Denver on July 7th.

Well, it's on a '72 Continental now.

The Sheriff's on his way.

Is that all?

Where's the money Mister?

That's all.

It's a very small town, Sir.

You're a good dancer?

I don't understand, Sir.

You're dancing sideways!

What are you hiding down there?

Oh, nothing.

Pick it up!

- What's in there?

- Bonds. Non-negotiable bonds.

Better be what you sayin'.

Open it up. Fast!

Yes, Sir.

- G'morning Ma'am.

- G'morning.

May I see your driver's license, please?

Oh, certainly.

Stop the car and put down the hood.

Stop the car.

Look at that Charley! We creamed them!

Hot damn! Creamed pig!

Get this on the emergency band.

There's been a bank robbery

over here in Tres Cruces.

Are you alright Sheriff?

Goddamn shambles!

Two officers down.

We need help. All units

and an ambulance.

- You got that Jessie?

- Yes, Sir.

The suspects were last seen heading south

in a '72 Continental.

Now that's a yellow four door,

with those Colorado plates.

There are 3 occupants.

A woman's driving.

And they're armed and dangerous.

Over and out Jessie.

Are you sure you're alright Sheriff?

- How is he?

- He's alive, anyway.

Stick your neck kid.

Ambulance'll be here in a minute.

I got their license. I got

their license. GA 1472.

No. It's GA 1742.

- Right. GA 1742.

- Thank you.

Sheriff, You have blood on your forehead.

You're not gonna die, are you?

Get along home now son, go on.

Open up there! Sheriff Horton.

How come the gate's locked?

Bust it away!

Keep going honey.

What's the matter Nadine?

Cool it, sweety. It really hurts.

Really hurts!

Easy honey.

Easy. Easy.

Hey, come on Charley.

We just can't sit here all day.

Easy, alright.

We'll get you to a doctor, Nadine.

You know him?

I sure hope not!

Well, I'll identify him soon enough.

As soon as I get a set of prints

and call the FBI.

We're not a Federal Reserve Bank.

They don't have any jurisdiction here.

Oh, better get a hold of the D.A.'s

office then.

- Miss Vesta?!

- Yes?

Call the District Attorney's

office immediately.

Don't let them delay you. Tell them it's

urgent. I'll speak to them at once.

Get me Maynard Boyle in Reno.

I don't care where is or what he's doing.

Get through to him.

Yes, Mister Young!

- Toss it Charley, toss it!

- Careful now, this is black powder.

Don't sweat it. I've blown up a lot of

gooks with this crap and I'm still here.

- Terrific.

- Yeah.

- I'll tell you one thing.

- What's that?

They're pros. No identification at all.

Nothing. Big fat zero.

But we're gonna get 'em

They'll never get out of New Mexico.

Can feel that in my gut.

I'm gonna nail those sons of b*tches

to the cross.

She's finished. You know that, don't you?

Listen Charley, You gonna screw around and some

chopper is gonna come and throw a net over us.

- You're right Harman, She's finished.

- Yeah.

All right. Rig the timer. Get the ignitor.

I'll finish with the powder.

No, I'll finish it.

- Just one time. Surprise me and do what I say.

- Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Charley, I can't get a spark.

Let's see that.

- Oh, you got too big a gap here.

- Yeah.

Here you go, bring this cap in.

See it?

- Alright, did you rig the thank?

- Yeah

Alright. That's it. Close the door and

get the truck started.

Nadine was a hell of a driver Charley!

Yeah. She was.

Damn. This tooth of

mine is killing me.

Thought you took care of that last week.

Yeah, well I... I went to

that dentist of yours.

It was pretty good on me and Nadine.

Real fine Charley.

Lots of luck.

You know, Nadine once told me that..

You and her met at an air circus.

Just her and me in an old biplane.

What'd you do?

Well, she did wing walking.

I did a drunk act.

- A drunk act?

- Yeah.

I came out of the stands dressed like

a drunken sailor waiving a whiskey bottle.

Staggered all over the plane.

Everybody be hollering: "Stop him! Stop him!"

I'd hedge-hop around the field a few times.

And do a flip-over

right in front of the grandstand.

- On its back?

- Yeah.

Crazy Charley!

One day I nearly got killed and...

...figured there must be an easier way.

- Crop dusting.

- Crop dusting.

- Yeah.

Chance to fly. Be independent.

And of course we..

...we couldn't compete with the a...

- The big combines.

- Right.

Yeah.

So we got a hold of you and Al Dutcher.

Decided to see what we could

do about some small banks.

- No trouble.

- Yeah. No trouble.

- Look at that.

- What?

Up ahead.

Yeah.

Play the harmonica.

You know I used to make my

living playing this thing?

- Ok. Play it.

- Professionally.

Just relax.

Sons of b*tches are coming back this way.

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