Crime Wave Page #6

There she is, Steve. That's our baby.

Hastings is right on time.

Six minutes before they close the doors.

- Where's Zenner?

- He'll be around. We'll check it.

He'll cut their alarm system,

the phone, the lights.

I got everything timed.

We'll take the candy off that baby.

100 grand, maybe more.

All right. Roll around the block.

Take it easy.

Unit 1A-16, 1A-16, code 6.

Western and Wilshire.

Unit 1A-17, 1A-17

to 300 block, North Bradford.

Investigate prowler.

Meter man.

Go.

Couple days early this month, aren't you?

All I only know is what it says in here.

Where's Smitty, the regular reader?

They didn't tell me. All they said,

I should check the master terminal.

- Where is it?

- Right over there.

You're doing all right, Steve.

Steady and cool, just right for the job.

A guy with imagination

gets pictures in his head.

He gets scared.

I'm scared.

There's a spot. Pull in there.

Just made it, didn't I?

Yeah, another minute

and it'd have been too late.

I'd hate to carry all this money

over the weekend.

It'd be different if I came to take some out.

Yes, sir.

Zenner's all set.

Mr. Prentiss, I'm Mr. Gregory.

I have a little matter of business

that requires your attention.

Drop that phone.

This is a gun on your spine.

It stays there until we collect

every loose buck in the joint.

Order your tellers

to turn over their cash to us

or I'll blast a hole in you.

Just as you say.

Come on, on your feet.

Why, you soft-handed, sloppy...

Move it! Move it!

All units. All units.

The Glendale branch

of the Bank of America

was held up at noon today by four men,

three of whom are in custody.

Driver of the getaway car escaped,

described as follows.

Steve Lacey, white, male American...

Who turned us in, you or Steve?

How could we

when we didn't know anything about it?

- Steve!

- No!

All right, Lacey, get up.

You slob, you.

Mark, you take the hooligan in.

I'll book this guy myself. Turn around.

Hands behind.

Mrs. Lacey, come on down here.

All right, come on.

Get in back, Mrs. Lacey.

You take him in.

I'll book this guy myself.

Get in front, Lacey.

In front.

You're quite a driver, aren't you?

- Lincoln Heights?

- No, City Hall.

I've got a couple of things

I want to talk to you about.

A bank full of cops,

tellers, clerks, customers,

even the Vice-President,

every last one a cop.

You didn't expect that, did you?

Now, you've got a new rap hanging

over your head, Lacey, a tough one.

- Sims, listen to me, would you?

- Quiet.

What have you done to your wife?

You figured what she can get for this,

you stupid slob, you...

- But I'm trying to...

- Shut up.

Some guys learn and some don't.

Repeaters, plenty of them.

Once isn't enough.

How many times has Doc Penny been up?

You want to find out if a guy is wrong,

you lean on him.

Ride him, ride the daylights out of him.

If he's rotten, he cracks.

If he's wrong, it shows up.

Two years I let you alone.

You got a wife, a job, a bank account.

Then I come around.

You think that's an accident?

We got wires in the pen.

We hear all the whispers.

One of the fast boys goes to spit,

we hear about it.

Steve couldn't help himself.

What's the matter?

Can't he use the telephone?

He was afraid for me.

That's why he couldn't.

So he writes a note, hides it

in the medicine closet of your bathroom.

The best I could do.

Six words. "Glendale. Bank of America.

Saturday noon. "

What am I supposed to be, a mind reader?

Suppose I hadn't found it, what then?

If Doc had found that note,

Ellen and I'd be dead.

But what's the death

of an ex-con and his wife

as long as you make your score?

You got mush in your head.

Take a wrench out of your hand,

you couldn't find your way

across the street.

Okay, here we are.

All right, get out, both of you.

- Mark, take the car back.

- Okay.

Next time, Lacey, call me but quick.

Cop's job is to protect the citizens.

You got trouble, you need help, call me.

You won't have any trouble,

no matter what Doc told you,

no matter what the whispers,

nothing you can't handle.

But if you need help, why, call.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Haven't you got a home?

Look, Sims, if this is some kind of a joke...

Joke?

I want you to go home.

Back to your three rooms,

your job, your grocery bills, taxes,

babies and all the other hazards

of life on the outside.

Go on, there's your bus.

Beat it out of here before I run you in.

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