Charley Varrick Page #2

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- What's that for?

- What do you think?

Harman we're crop dusters.

Crop dusters don't wave guns.

Put that thing away. Fast.

Right. Ok.

Any second now there's gonna be one hell of

a bang on that hill. What do we do then?

Just play it by ear Harman.

It that how you got to be

such a big winner Charley?

Don't make any stupid moves, you hear?

Alright, well let me tell you.

He starts snooping

around in the back here, I'm

gonna blow his snout off.

Hi.

Something wrong officer?

- May I see your operator's license, please?

- You bet.

That's me Charley Varrick.

We've been operating out of Reese

since the first of the year.

Thank you very much Mr. Varrick.

Do you mind if I take a look in there?

In there? Sure.

What's in those drums?

In there?

Just uh... Mellifium, Chlordine...

Pesticides, Insecticides, stuff like that...

Herbicides.

Have you been on Tres Cruces' road today?

Why? Something happened?

Now we would get a long a lot better if you

let me ask the questions and you answer.

You bet.

Now what I want is some information

on some people in a yellow '72..

Goddamn!

Goodbye, Nadine!

Wow. I thought I was gonna have

to wax that bastard, sure.

Your gun Harman.

We're a long way from home free.

Give me the piece.

I think we forgot Al Dutcher's gun.

Let's go.

Nadine, we're home Nadine.

Nadine?!

Get that stuff inside.

Didn't see my wife, did you?

No, I didn't see her all day today.

- But I'll keep my eyes peeled.

- Thank you

Very kind of you Mrs. Taft.

Oh, just common courtesy.

You don't suppose she's

run off, do you?

No Ma'am. I don't think so.

Well, you never can tell.

There's macho's all around

this place, you know.

They're after me all the time.

- Yes Ma'am.

- Just don't get any ideas.

- No Ma'am.

The milkman is the worst.

I make him leave his yogurt on the stoop..

...and I don't bring it

in until after he's gone.

That's good thinking.

Excuse me. That's mine.

It's probably an

obscene phone call.

Oh dear.

Listen, you don't have any

whiskey around here, do you?

I'll get you some whiskey in a minute but

I don't want you getting loaded though.

Damn tooth of mine won't quit.

- Still hurts, huh?

- Yeah.

Here, open up that other sack.

Charley!

Charley, come here!

Come here, Charley!

Charley, come here. Quick!

Charley look at this money, will you?

Just look.

These are $50 bills and

$100 bills, Charley.

We done hit the giant,

big daddy jackpot!

What's the matter. You're not gonna

tell me it's counterfeit, are you?

No it's good.

Oh, money! Money! Money!

Oh Lord, Charley, do you know..

...that these are all $100 bills!

How much money you reckon we got here?

I don't know.

Uh... half a million?

Could be.

What's bothering you?

I don't know. Something smells bad.

Charley.

You smell bad. Now, don't you run game

out on me or I'll hang you out to dry.

What's that kind of money

doing in a Tres Cruces bank?

Where should it be?

A bank that size, figures to have maybe...

30... $20,000 in it's stock.

Now listen Charley, Just let

me ask you one question.

- The money was there, right?

-Yeah.

- Now it's here. Right?

- Yeah.

So what's the big deal?

We interrupt this program

with another late bulletin

about the Tres Cruces bank robbery

in which there are 3 known dead

and one sheriff's deputy still

in critical condition.

Harold Young,

Tres Cruces bank manager,

has estimated that the bandits

escaped with less than $2,000.

Sheriff Horton of San Miguel county

predicts an early arrest.

And now back to your programme.

What the hell was that about?

I don't know.

Who are they kidding? Us?

Don't they think we can count?

Doesn't make any sense, unless..

Unless what?

Unless it's a drop.

What's a drop?

Now you know what dirty money is.

That's the kind of money you can't

declare on your income tax.

Now when certain people get

that kind of money what

they do is sent it out of

the country to invest.

- And when it comes back it's clean.

- So?

So maybe that little bank was a drop,

a collection point.

Maybe all this was on its

way out of the country.

Fantastic!

We lucked out!

More like crapped out. It's ten-to-one

this stuff belongs to the Mafia.

This is gambling money, skimmed off

the top, whore money, dope money.

What's the difference?

The difference is that the Mafia kills you.

No trial, no judge.

They'll never stop looking for you.

Not till you're dead.

I'd rather have ten FBI's after me.

Mafia money...

All I wanted was a small take

in and out quick. No big deal.

Well, don't you worry Charley.

'Cause if you don't want your share I'll be

more than happy to take it over for you.

I'm sure you would, Harman!

Well, what do you wanna do?

Give it back?

I've been thinking about it.

Charley Varrick...

Well, I got some news for you Charley.

You haven't got the balls

of a bull canary bird.

And something else...

I ain't giving back

penny number one.

Neither am I!

Then what are we arguing about?

Wouldn't do any good

to give it back.

Nobody takes the Mafia for this kind

of money and lives to tell about it.

They would have to set an example.

They got to find us first.

That's not as hard as it sounds.

Word goes out and every 2-bit hustler

in the world is looking to turn you in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. La Cosa

Nostra is everywhere.

You better believe it boy.

I believe this.

We're gonna have to keep

pretty quiet for a while.

Is that so?

That's right. Best way to get nailed is

to start tossing that stuff around.

And what's your idea of a while?

3 years. Maybe 4.

Are you telling me...

that I can't spend none of

this money for 3, 4 years?

Right! Right! That's what I'm telling you.

And you'd better lay off that juice too.

That's another way to get nailed.

Me along with you.

- Any more instructions?

- No.

- Nothing more you wanna hang on to me?

- Not right now.

Then I got something I wanna hang on

to you Jimmy Dick.

I've been waiting all my life

to make a score like this.

And now that it's here I

ain't waiting no more.

I mean I'm gonna wail.

And I'm talking about

chicks, cars, clothes.

A box at the races and

beef steak three times a day

and no washed-up, chickenshit son

of a b*tch had better try stop me!

Ok kid. You're calling it.

Mrs. Fort

I want a messenger to hand-deliver

an item for me immediately

Bastard.

This morning a Western Fidelity branch Bank

in Tres Cruces, New Mexico

was robbed of roughly 3 quarters

of a million dollars.

The size of the take

plus the urgency of the situation

makes it inevitable that I should call

upon you to become personally involved.

All the arrangements will be

the same as last time.

I hope and fully expect

the same kind of results.

I know you realize the extraordinary

concern here at this end.

So please, expedite. Good luck.

So sorry please. Not open.

I'm here to see Honest John.

Not here please. Try some other time.

I'm Molly.

Mister Molly I'm sorry. Right this way.

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