Dillinger Page #3

...and them fancy-looking girls,

means they's all criminals.

Why do you say that?

Decent folk don't live that good.

Now you mosey on over there

and take a closer look.

You get a good look at him?

- Close as I am to you.

Him?

- No.

Oh, my God.

I like that song.

Well, don't look at me.

Want to dance?

You know how?

- Of course I do. Kind of.

It's a 12-gauge, Mr Dillinger.

I'm Big Jim Willard.

I've killed 35 men in my day.

And I wouldn't mind if you were number 36.

So let's go, sonny.

Saint Paul, baby, Saint Paul.

Is that him?

- There he is.

I think he's in the second car there.

Post arms.

Have you got a statement for us?

Where's your hat? Going collegiate?

Somebody stole my hat.

What you think about the President?

I like him. I like the New

Deal and I like the NRA.

I like especially the help

he's been giving the banks.

What about social security?

Well, it could ruin the country.

If people want money,

they ought to go to work.

Did you kill patrolman O'Malley?

I never killed anybody in my life.

I just steal money.

You've been known to

carry a gun and use it.

It is dangerous work.

- What do you think of this jail?

It's a nice place, nice people.

Ain't no jail can hold me.

It's an exercise in futility.

Say that again.

- It's an exercise in futility.

What do you think of the DA?

I like him. I like the

police commissioner, too.

I think we're all going to get

along fine here, don't you, ma'am?

Put your arm around him, Mr Estill.

We got second column again.

'Federal Bureau of Investigation.'

'Midwest Chief Melvin Purvis...

...claims he'll have Pretty

Boy Floyd within a month.'

'Commends Texas Ranger on the

killing of Bonnie and Clyde.'

Remind me to send that

man a box of cigars.

You already did.

This sort of thing isn't good, you know.

It isn't good at all.

- What kind of thing?

I mean this Dillinger punk

gets all the headlines.

Thank you, Dan.

We take second column.

That kind of thing is gonna have to change.

Make more personal

appearances when you can.

Talk to people. Let the

public know who you are.

This whole thing isn't

just catching these rats.

That's all I want to do,

and that's all the Director wants me to do.

I don't mean to cast aspersions on J Edgar,

but he was never a man

to shun the public eye.

Bang, bang.

Hey, kid. Kid. That's right, you.

What are you playing?

- Cops and robbers.

What are you? The cop or the robber?

- Robber.

Oh, crime doesn't pay.

I bet your dad told you that.

I ain't got no dad.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Every kid should have a dad.

You know who I am?

- No.

You really don't know who I am?

- No.

I'm Melvin Purvis, the G-Man.

You ain't him.

Want to see my badge?

I bet you'd like to see my gun.

- Yeah.

I've got to unload it.

Not that I don't trust you

but if something happened,

I'd always think of you when I...

Iooked at a little boy.

You got a little boy, too.

No, sir, I'm like you.

I don't have anybody.

Here, hold it.

How does it feel?

Feels heavy.

When you grow up,

it won't feel heavy.

You can have one just like it.

You can have a badge, too.

I wouldn't want to be a G-Man.

Well, why not?

Have to go to school to be a G-Man.

Well, you've got to go to school.

John Dillinger don't go to school.

John Dillinger is in jail.

Hi, boys.

Open up, friend.

- That ain't real.

Want to lose the top of

your head finding out?

Put that shotgun over there.

Butt first or I'll blow your throat out.

Unlock it.

Don't look at it, unlock it.

Step back.

- Where did you get that?

From my lawyer. What the hell

do you think a lawyer's for?

Either of you boys married?

- I am.

Alright, get in there,

you're staying.

You eat this.

Let's go. Going with us, Jack?

No, too tired.

- Alright.

Why, evening, Mr Dillinger.

Howdy. What's your name?

- Reed Youngblood.

You're in for murder, aren't you?

- Yes, sir.

Who did you kill, Reed?

- My wife and a Bible salesman.

I caught them in flagrant dilecto.

Let him out.

The son of a b*tch is gonna make it.

More power to you, Johnny.

- John, open up these cells.

Take me with you, Dillinger.

- Break out.

Keys.

Alright, warden, the garage.

They won't shoot me to

get you in here, Johnny,

but I can't control those

National Guard boys.

Don't worry about a thing.

Hell, they'd like to see me make it.

Get over here. Get over here.

Come out from under there, mister.

- Can't you see I'm busy?

Havert you got manners or

sense enough to know...

You better come on out

from under there, Cook.

I've seen you in the

newspapers. You're him.

What's the fastest car here?

Commissioner Drubb's car is fastest but

Mr Greave's Ford is strongest on hills.

I'll take the sheriff's car.

He won't care.

He sure will.

- But he's a friend of mine.

Now get behind that wheel before I kill you.

Yes, sir.

Get over there, warden.

You three.

I want you to get out there

and open up that garage door.

We're leaving here in two minutes.

I want everybody out there at attention.

If they're not, I'm going to cut

the warden up like spaghetti.

You get that?

- Yes, sir.

Tat-tat-tat.

Go.

Give me a good head start, boy.

It'd be more sporting.

Nobody even think of making a quick move.

They've got innocent men in them cars.

We'll get Dillinger, I guarantee that.

You just hold still, just hold still.

You hear me? We'll get him.

Pull up here.

I want to go in that bank.

I never seen a man with such gall.

Back down that alley.

Hold it.

Whatever you're doing,

ladies and gentlemen, stop.

This is a robbery.

I'm John Dillinger, most recently

on display down at your local jail.

Don't be nervous.

Don't do anything you'll regret.

This is going to be one of

the big days in your life.

Don't make it your last.

Sack it up, honey.

Oh, God.

You know what you can get for this,

don't you, Youngblood?

I'm already a murderer.

So I might as well be famous.

Slow this thing down, will you?

You trying to get us all killed?

30 or 40 miles an hour is plenty fast.

One thing I got is time.

Time is one thing I got plenty of.

Depression?

I ain't never heard of it.

What are you doing there?

- I'm splitting up.

This is where we part company.

- What are you splitting it up for?

Well, I get the most because I'm

the one with the most experience.

Reed here gets more because he's a con.

You boys did alright. More than

$300 apiece for you. How's that?

You've got to be crazy.

I ain't never seen such gall.

Do you think I'd take that money?

I'm sorry, fellas. I'd split it up

better but I ain't got much time.

I ain't no fool.

- You won't keep that money?

I did the driving.

Well... Depression.

Things are hard.

Yeah. Hard times.

Hard times.

Hard times.

- Hard times.

Reed, I'd take you with

me but you ain't a pro.

I understand, Mr Dillinger.

I'll make it up to you.

Send you something for Christmas.

Alright.

He'll never live to see Christmas.

- I hope he does.

What about you?

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