Dillinger Page #2

What, whore?

B*tch.

You see what I mean, huh? Huh?

Yeah. No discipline.

He lets himself go too easily.

I don't trust it.

One of these days,

a broad is gonna let him down.

A broad always does.

John Dillinger was still

out of my jurisdiction.

I'd get my chance at him,

but there were plenty of other

public rats on the federal list,

and they had to be cleared out first.

One of these was Wilbur Underhill,

also known as the Tri-State Terror.

He'd gotten married in

Illinois the previous night...

...and was enjoying his honeymoon

holed up in an abandoned farmhouse...

...surrounded by state

police and federal agents.

I arrived late,

but had the intentions of delivering

my wedding present personally.

Hi, Sam.

- Sir.

How long since you seen him?

Well, he shot two state

cops about a half-hour ago.

We fired for 15 minutes straight.

Must be 2,000 rounds in there.

What about the girl?

- She's in there.

She's gotta be dead, too.

Vest.

What?

- Vest. Get me a vest.

Gloves.

Automatic.

I can't get to my cigar.

Hey, Willie, come on. Let's go.

OK, great, chief.

That was the most courageous

thing I've ever seen in my life.

Guts. Sheer guts.

How did the broad get it?

- He did it. Couldrt go without her.

That makes another one for you, Mr Purvis.

J Edgar Hoover will get

another feather in his hat.

Another scalp.

My cigar's gone out.

Well, if nothing gets in our way,

we'll be in Tucson by Tuesday night.

Get all the rooms in one hotel

but on different floors.

Have Billie check in an hour

later and the rest the next day.

If we all come in there together

it'll look like a convention.

What's wrong with her?

- She isn't going.

She wants to go to her mother

on the Indian reservation.

Well, what the hell's the matter

with her? That's all I need.

Billie. Billie, look at me.

Come on, look at Harry.

So you had a fight, huh? Huh?

Mary and I have fights.

- She ain't going.

Does John know that?

- No.

Well, I ain't gonna tell him.

Go on, get out of here.

I got a bank to rob. How do I look?

Oh, you look gorgeous.

Be careful, Harry, huh?

Get out of here.

Let's make a little withdrawal.

Let's hit it.

Hey, Billy. Billy, wait for me.

Stay where you are, Eddie.

Oh, Jesus, God, we're in trouble.

Stay calm, Eddie. They'll be out.

- Come on, come on.

Hold on, Eddie.

Jesus, Harry, let's go. Goddamn it.

Come on, Eddie, let's go.

- Move it, let's go.

Let's get out of here. Let's go.

Goddamn it. Come on.

I'm OK, I'm OK.

- Get over here.

Hang on.

- Get the police.

Somebody get the police.

Eddie, just take it easy.

Eddie, watch it.

Get out of here, Eddie.

Get out of there,

you stupid son of a b*tch.

There's Harry.

Come on, Harry, goddamn it.

Down. Get down.

Leave, John, forget him.

Charley.

Get in.

Shut up.

Dillinger killed his first

man in East Chicago.

A bank guard named O'Malley.

And from now on,

there was no turning back.

His gang split up and fled

west to lick their wounds.

And, as of yet, they had

committed no federal crime.

But I knew then that I'd

get him sooner or later.

I had the time. Time was

one thing I had plenty of.

When you bury me, Johnny,

put a name with me.

I don't just want to...

go under without no name.

Bullet went right through

your stomach, Charley.

If it hit a bone,

you'd really be in trouble.

I don't just want to go under with no name.

Come on, you ain't going nowhere.

I put no name on this grave...

...because Charley Mackley

was a well-known man.

His name is like that of...

Butch Cassidy.

Sam Bass.

Cole Younger.

Jesse James.

I put a name on this grave,

some old coot will come along someday...

...and just dig up old Charley's

bones and sell them to tourists.

That's why there ain't

no name on this grave.

He's just an old man.

Alone.

Under the ground.

Amen.

The next big break I had was in Memphis.

George 'Machine Gun' Kelly.

A small-time hood and petty bank robber...

...who had risen to national prominence

for his part in the Urschel kidnapping.

He was important to me because

he had a name everyone knew,

even if he didn't deserve it.

What's more, he gave us a name that

day that became part of the language.

Don't shoot, G-Man, please.

Please don't shoot me, G-Man.

You George Kelly?

- I'm Kelly.

Please don't do it, G-Man.

Purvis, FBI.

G-Man, huh?

I like that. Government Man.

Edgar Hoover is gonna like that, too.

G-Man.

See that out there?

Where? It's all desert to me.

No, there's a town out there,

just about the horizon.

That right there, that's Mexico.

Mexico.

It's just waiting.

- Yep.

All my life, I wanted to be a bank robber.

Carry a gun, wear a mask.

Now that it's happened,

I guess I'm just about the

best bank robber they ever had.

And I sure am happy.

Is that what you wanted

to be when you were a kid?

Yep. My buddies wanted to be

firemen or farmers or policemen,

something like that. Not me.

I just wanted to steal people's money.

I bet you wanted to have your

picture in every post office, too.

Sure did.

All we got to do, Billie,

is drive down that road.

We've got $ 70,000 in the back.

We could do it if you wanted to, Johnny.

All the way to Guadalajara.

Live the rest of my life like a pharaoh.

No, I couldn't do that.

Yeah, what would your public think?

I'm in love with you, honey

Say you love me, too, honey

No one else will do, honey

Seems funny but it's true

Loved you from the start, honey

Handsome Jack Klutas,

a kidnapper and murderer.

Ran with the Barker-Corpus gang.

Had a college degree and

used to play football.

He was one of the most

vicious killers of his day.

I knew I'd never take him alive.

I didn't try too hard neither.

FBI.

Just for this picture,

I wish you would not smile. OK?

Er, now. Alright, hold it.

We've got a good one.

I collect them.

Nice place. Nice party, nice folks.

Cmo estis, amigo? And an ay,

ay, ay, ay to you.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Pearl.

She sings at the Golden Sombrero.

Hey, Pearl.

- Hi.

Show business, huh?

I bet you have a glamorous life.

This is Art Long.

- Hello.

That's Sam Phillips.

- Hello.

I do business with them occasionally.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's their wives,

Trixie and Angel.

You kinda look like Dillinger, Mr Long.

Did anybody ever tell you that?

Oh no, you mean John Dillinger,

the criminal?

Uh-huh.

Some folks think I look

like Douglas Fairbanks.

I like Dillinger better.

He does look like him.

I've told him a thousand times.

You know, John,

with Charley and Eddie gone,

we're gonna need someone else.

I ain't ever seen the bank the three

of us couldn't rob. Have you, Harry?

Oh. You're starting to believe that

stuff they put in the newspapers.

Don't you?

You say them fellas give you this $100 bill...

...to carry their valises into the hotel, eh?

And they was heavy, eh?

And that's them standing

over there for sure?

Take the combination of them

fellas standing over there...

...and them shiny cars...

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