Charley Varrick Page #5

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That's my address.

My telephone number is right down here.

Here's my card, in case you loose that.

See you at midnight.

Uh Mr. Varrick. You sure this money is good?

People kill each other

for that kind of money.

- Can I use one of your suckers?

- It'll cost you and extra 500.

Close the outside door on your way out, ok?

You got it.

I got it.

I'm Molly.

Well... what I have for you

is special information.

Cost me a lot of money.

I gotta get something for it.

Well, you're going to earn

a great deal of good will.

I got all the good will I need.

If you wanna know what I know

get some cash on the counter.

Now sit there and start talking.

With good will.

I don't suppose that I could get a bug

in my motel room or your car this fast.

But it never hurts to be careful.

They'd have to get a court order first.

A court order?

To install a listening device.

Oh I'm not talking about

that bright little bagel

snapper from the District

Attorney's office.

- What does he call himself?

- Garfinkle.

Garfinkle.

He should change his name.

You know something, Harold?

I never thought I 'd be willing

to change places with a cow.

A cow?

Those things out there.

They are cows, aren't they?

I don't understand the

thrust of your comment.

Take a look at them out there.

I mean, they got it knocked.

And what's... what's the worst thing in the

world that could possibly happen to them?

A short circuit in the electric milker.

Compared to what I'm facing..

that's child's play.

Are you talking about the Las Vegas people?

I'm in trouble Harold.

And it's my own damn fault.

They're gonna ask me why did I pick

this particular bank.

And believe me, from where I'm sitting,

it looks damn peculiar.

Surely they don't suspect you.

I'm on the list Harold.

And it's a very short list.

You and I are the only ones who knew

the money was gonna be in the bank.

Then they suspect me too?

Good God man, now you don't think I had

anything to do with it?

Of course not.

I'm not an ambitious man.

I don't need very much.

I've been very happy here in Tres Cruces.

I've become a part of the community.

And people appreciate not just the

day-to-day business of banking but..

The way I've restored the bank.

I've made it a part of the living

historical heritage of the community.

For the first time in my life

I found a place that I love.

Why would I jeopardize that?

I believe you Harold.

I only hope they do

when the time comes.

We might as well face it,

they're gonna ask questions.

For instance we've been keeping various sums

of money at the bank from time to time.

But the one time we're really load up..

Bang!, this little horseshit bank a million miles

from nowhere gets hit by four professionals.

Now they're gonna think that's strange.

It's a coincidence. That's all. Just a

coincidence. They do happen, you know.

Yeah.

But they're gonna think it's odd that

you made no effort to get the police.

That you just trodded right over...

Open the vault.

- There really wasn't anything else I could do.

- Oh no.

You could have fainted!

I had a gun at my head!

Don't you understand?

I understand perfectly.

I am not a physically

courageous man, Maynard.

It's our Mafia friends

that won't understand.

They're gonna... they're

gonna wonder why...

you led them directly to the

vault with the money in it...

Instead of the empty vault on the rear.

And frankly Harold...

Why did you do that?

Do you know what would have happened if I

had taken those people to an empty vault?

Number one:
The money

would have been save.

Number two:
There'd be no

question of an inside job.

- Inside Job?

- That's the way their diseased minds work.

A bank gets hit? Bang! They

look for a double-cross.

Why couldn't it be just a coincidence?

Because they don't believe in coincidence.

I don't know what to do.

Take a look at the big brown one out there.

Man! What a set of jugs.

You need a rest Harold.

A long trip, to some place quiet.

Another name.

Another country.

I can't start my life over again now.

You don't have much choice, Harold.

They're gonna try to make you

tell where the money is.

You know what kind of people they are.

They will strip you naked and go to work on

you with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.

If you need money Harold, I can help.

That's what I call a hell of a lock.

I'm Molly.

Yeah, I didn't figure you for

Clint Eastwood.

Which one is this?

Charley Varrick.

That's the other one.

Harman Sullivan.

Don't keep that.

It's the only picture

Varrick gave me of him.

- When will he be coming by to pick these up?

- Midnight.

Oh much obliged.

And by the way...

Did the gentleman say where he might

be reached in case something came up?

Yeah, he gave me that.

"Reese River mobile homes."

"Charley Varrick..

...last of the independents."

I like that. Has a ring of finality.

He's not in there!

Are you looking for his wife?

Uh, no, I'm here on business.

Maybe Mr. Sullivan can help you.

He's in there.

Oh, thank you Ma'am.

What do you want?

I need some crops dusted.

Looking for Charles Varrick.

He ain't here!

Oh Gosh. I won't be able

to come back tomorrow.

I was wondering if I might... leave

my card with you. I'd appreciate it.

I can't seem to be able to find one,

it's so dark out here.

Say, would you mind if I

came inside just a second?

I'll just scribble where he can reach me.

Sure sorry I disturbed you.

I take it you're Mr. Sullivan, huh?

- Mr. Harman Sullivan?

- Yeah, yeah. That's right.

Sooner or later you're gonna

tell me everything you know.

So why not save yourself a great

deal of pain, tell me now.

Harman.

Where's the money?

Jesus guy, you... busted my ribs.

Let's try this way.

Where's Charles Varrick?

I don't know.

He left you to take the heat?

Is that it?

That's... that's what he did.

Exactly what he did.

Dirty bastard!

There's one thing that puzzles me..

If he's gonna leave you behind,

why have a passport made for you?

Oh you didn't give Varrick

your driver license?

My wallet, is right there in my shirt.

Can I show you?

Sure.

It's gone!

Surprise, surprise...

Don't insult my intelligence boy!

That could be a grave error.

I swear to God. I don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm asking you nicely.

Where is the money?

Charley's got it.

God, he was so scared because

I wanted to give it back.

- You want to give the money back?

- Yeah. - Why?

Why did you want to give

the money back Harman?

Because..

'Cause it's... it's Mafia money. That's why.

How did you know that?

- Charley told me.

- And who told Charley?

Who fingered the job?

Was it Young?

I don't know.

Young doesn't have the balls

for a deal like that.

It was Boyle, wasn't it?

I wish I did know... man.

My patience is wearing thin.

If I don't get some

satisfaction from you soon..

Gonna start hurting you very badly.

- Where is Varrick?

- I don't know.

Where's the money?

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