Dillinger Page #4

Want to come back with us?

We'll get you off of death row.

Mr Dillinger.

Mr Dillinger.

If I do die, I want to die

with you, Mr Dillinger.

I want to be a bank robber

like you, Mr Dillinger.

Drive a fine car and wear fancy clothes.

I don't want to be there when they get you.

Promise me that I won't have

to be there when they get you.

They're not going to get me.

I just don't want to see it.

I just don't want to see it, John.

They won't ever get me.

I may not live forever,

but I'd be a damned fool not to try.

Hello. Melvin?

Yes, hello.

This is John Dillinger.

Well now, how are you, Johnny?

I always felt that, er...

Well, I always felt that we

ought to talk occasionally.

Good, good,

I like to hear from you.

I understand that... I understand

that you've been, er...

That you've got me on driving a stolen

car across a state line. Is that right?

Federal offence,

that's what the papers said.

That's right, kid.

Not much for a man of your ability.

How did you like the crash-out?

I liked it fine, Johnny.

- Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?

I've always wanted it that way.

Gives me a chance.

How many men you got

on me now, Melvin?

Two, Johnny. Two good ones.

You and J Edgar Hoover?

That's right, kid.

Well, that's fine. That's fine, Melvin.

I like a man with confidence.

Call whenever you like.

Sure been nice talking to you.

You can reverse the

charges if you need, kid.

Bye.

Son of a b*tch.

What did he sound like?

Who?

- Melvin Purvis.

Don't you ever mention that name again.

Hello, Daddy.

- Hello, Johnny.

How have you been?

- Fine.

Dad, this is Billie.

- It's a pleasure, Billie.

Johnny, I've never thought

well of what you've done.

I still don't think it's right to break the law.

But times being what they are,

and if all these people

think so highly of you...

...welcome home, son.

I think that's them, Reed.

Boy, that's some car.

Hi, Billie.

Hi, Harry.

Nice day.

Reed.

Mr Dillinger,

how are you? How are you?

Took you so long, I didn't

think you were gonna get here.

Everybody here?

- Good to see you, too, Miss Billie.

They're all right here. Come on down.

- What are we having?

Oh. What are we having,

Homer? Chicken?

I don't know; we brought the potato salad.

Hi, Homer. Hi, Mary.

Mary.

Here, let me get this for you.

I don't believe you two have met.

John Dillinger.

Chuck Floyd, pleased to meet you,

Mr Dillinger.

My pleasure, Floyd. I've always

been a great admirer of yours.

Well, you ain't no punk yourself.

What chased you out of

Cookson Hills, Floyd?

A lot of things. They was getting

on my folks and it was hard on them.

Then Bonnie and Clyde ran through there.

Werert safe for no one.

Bunch of mad dogs,

that's what they were.

I ain't sorry to see them go.

Well, small-timers get into it and...

ruin it for everybody.

You want to cut out this

mutual admiration society?

I want to get a couple of things clear.

Lester Nelson, John Dillinger.

Nelson. Baby Face Nelson, huh?

I don't like to be called that.

We might as well get that straight.

I'll try to remember that.

- Alright.

One thing. If we're going to work together,

I want it understood that

I don't take no orders.

I believe this is Mr Dillinger's gang.

Ah. He ain't my leader,

I got my own way of taking banks.

I come in shooting, I kill everyone

in sight, I grab the dough.

Very easy, works very well.

You don't like it,

get somebody else.

I'll tell you what.

Let's you and me go out

there and talk about that.

Anything you want, buster.

Lester.

- Shut up.

Reed.

Have some chicken.

There's one thing you've got to learn, kid.

Yeah?

You want to kill me, punk?

You want to kill me,

punk? You can't kill me.

Get up.

- Stop it.

Get up.

Get up.

Stop it.

Leave me alone.

You little punk. I'm immortal.

Punk.

Here. Take it, punk. Take it.

Pull the trigger.

You can't do it.

You can't do it, can you?

I'm immortal,

you punk. I'm Dillinger.

Come on, Harry, let's go.

Who set that alarm?

Who set that alarm?

I'm going to kill whoever did that.

I don't care if I gotta kill you or you.

Just so long as I get to kill somebody.

Hey, there's law outside.

- Where?

Where? Get out of the way.

I got 'em. I got 'em.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey.

What would you want if I had

all the money in the world?

There's nothing I really want,

Johnny. Except maybe...

Maybe what?

Maybe go dancing again with you.

Yeah, that's what I'd want.

Alright.

If that's what you want,

that's what you'll have.

We'll go to Chicago and go dancing

at the Flamingo Club tonight.

Yeah.

You can't go to Chicago.

If I can go there to rob banks,

I can go there to dance

with my girl. Can't I?

Very good, thank you.

I would like to take this occasion...

...to toast the most beautiful

woman in the whole world.

Is everything alright, honey?

- Everything's fine, dear.

Champagne makes me dizzy

when I drink it too fast.

It's the bubbles.

Garcon? Garcon.

I think we should have

the roast leg of lamb.

It's the most expensive thing on the menu.

For that table there.

Magnum.

Sweet thing.

A friend sends his regards,

monsieur.

Take it away.

Monsieur.

- Get it out of here.

I knew, sooner or later,

they'd make a mistake.

It came in Mason City, Iowa.

The fast-thinking local sheriff...

...spotted Homer Van Meter

by a car outside the bank.

Within minutes, they were armed,

ready and waiting.

You bastards.

They're on the roof, the roof.

- It's a trap.

Come on, baby.

Let's go, let's go. Come on,

they're on the roof.

Behind you, Harry, behind you.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

Hurry up. Get this

goddamn car on the road.

Come on. You can't touch me.

Come on.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on, I'll cover you,

Mr Dillinger.

Get the car.

You've got your money.

What do you want?

Mr Dillinger, come on.

I'll get you, boy.

Come on.

Watch out, Johnny.

Run over him.

Floyd.

Oh, God.

- Easy.

You'll be alright, boy.

- Johnny?

Is he alright?

- He's OK.

The doctor will be up here in the morning.

Shot in the stomach.

It's OK.

What the hell was all that crap?

Ain't there no place a man

can get a night's sleep?

Rich society punks.

Jesus.

I had those rats now.

They'd been hurt at Mason City.

They were tired and

beaten and off-balance.

At last I was getting a chance

at something I'd dreamed of.

Pretty Boy Floyd,

Baby Face Nelson, Van Meter,

Pierpont and John Dillinger,

all in one swoop.

I didn't call on the local authorities.

I couldn't take that chance.

It was ours or no one's.

Mr Hoover wanted it that way.

We got lost twice and one car broke down.

But towards dawn, we closed on in.

This time, I knew I had that boy.

Oh, God.

I wish to hell he'd pass out again.

The hunters downstairs will call the cops.

What do you expect me to do?

- Finish him.

I wouldn't ask any different.

- Oh, God, you can't do that.

Leave the boy be.

He deserves a chance.

A man deserves a chance.

Alright now, men, I'll take the

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