Dillinger Page #5

front entrance with you four.

Sam, you take the far side.

Ned, the rear. Move in slow.

Now, we all know who we're looking for.

Wait until first light.

I want positive identification,

otherwise we'll be shooting each other.

Let's go get them.

What the hell's going on out here?

- Who's there?

Watch out.

Get the second-floor windows.

Run. Bastards.

Shut up, goddamn it.

Over here, Georgie.

- Yeah. Give me another clip.

Get back in there.

I'll see you in Kansas City.

I need some help on this

front window, Harry.

Where the hell's Pretty Boy?

I got the ammo, let's go.

Jesus Christ.

I got three can'tons.

Homer, first floor.

It jammed.

- Get down, get down.

Go on.

It's jammed. It's jammed.

Give me that. Give me that.

Son of a b*tch.

Hang on. Hang on there, baby.

Son of a b*tch.

By the wood pile, four of them.

- My foot.

I see them, I see them.

They shot your toe off.

I need your help here, damn it.

Just get out of here,

Johnny. Get out of here.

I'll come back for you.

- You don't have to say that.

I'll be back for you.

- Whatever you say.

30-06. Anybody got any 30-06?

By the car.

Sorry about this, boy.

Eat it, G-Man.

Get in, let's go.

Homer, get in here.

Help me.

Run, Johnny.

Run. Run.

Run. Run.

Stand against the wall.

Don't move again or you're dead.

I don't know anything about it.

I thought they was all millionaires.

Dillinger's girl.

Can't you see the lady's

foot's hurt? Here, Cowley.

Put your arm here.

You'll never get him.

Yes, I'll get him.

God, why doesn't it stop bleeding?

Why doesn't it stop bleeding?

I can feel a bone.

It hurts. It hurts.

Will you shut him up?

You better shut up yourself or I'll

blow the back of your goddamn head off.

I've never been hit bad before.

I gotta get to Kansas City, Mary.

Mary. Oh, Mary.

What's that? What's up there?

I'm getting out. I'm getting out.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot, I'm already hit...

Mary.

Harry. Harry.

Son of a b*tch.

Goddamn it, things ain't

working out for me today.

Oh, this is so wicked.

No. No, you mustn't.

I've never let anyone.

- One more kiss?

No.

- What's a kiss?

No, I mean it, Leroy.

I'm going in, Leroy.

I can't stand it. This is wrong.

Not a sound, Leroy.

Now start this thing up.

Let's see how fast she'll go.

How are you, ma'am?

I'm kind of lost.

I can't find the main road.

I'm kinda hungry, too. I need food.

And that jalopy out back.

I can pay you for it.

You're one of them, ain't you?

Yes, ma'am.

What about the car, ma'am?

Hell, boy. Hasn't run since '29.

I don't want no trouble.

Come on in, boy.

Boola Boola.

Do you play football, Leroy?

Sure. Varsity.

Oh, that's good. That's good.

What position?

End. Er, left end.

- Oh, yeah?

I was a centre.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

For who?

State Pen.

You don't look big enough to be a centre.

I was big enough, alright.

Don't you worry about it. You just drive.

Leroy, did you ever hear

the barbershop yell?

Hit them on the chin,

scrape them on the jaw,

leave them, leave them raw,

raw, raw. On Wisconsin.

What is it?

Gas.

Must be gas.

Something must be wrong with the gauge.

You better be right,

you little son of a b*tch.

Dry. Bone dry. Must be

something wrong with the gauge.

You better be right, boy.

Get your ass over there.

Look for yourself.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

Oh, God, things ain't working out for me.

Just a bunch of goddamn farmers.

Son of a b*tch.

Help.

Help me, somebody.

Goddamn it.

Things ain't working out for me.

Help.

I've... I think I'm shot in the lungs.

Will you get a doctor? Please?

Please?

You need a Bible.

I've sinned.

I have been a sinner,

but I enjoyed it.

And I killed men.

But the dirty sons of b*tches deserved it.

No matter how I figure it...

...it's too late for no Bible.

Thank you just the same, ma'am.

There he goes.

Halt.

Aim.

Fire.

Are you Pretty Boy Floyd?

I'm Charles Arthur Floyd.

This is for Kansas City, boy.

I wasn't in on that. I swear.

You shouldn't be lying when

you're so close to your maker.

You... You must be Purvis.

That's right.

I'm glad it was... you.

Ace federal agent Melvin Purvis...

...has turned the debacle

at Little Bohemia...

...into a gang-smasher's turkey shoot.

Baby Face Nelson, Pretty Boy Floyd,

Harry Pierpont.

But where is the leader,

public enemy number one,

John Dillinger?

John Dillinger is believed to be...

Johnny.

Are you comfortable?

Yes, yes, this is fine.

My name is Anna Sage.

I'm a prostitute, a madam.

I run a house of prostitution.

You probably know already this, don't you?

That doesn't matter, Anna.

Would you like a popsicle?

No, thank you.

A popsicle sure is refreshing.

No, thank you.

- Go on.

I am an alien.

I have a criminal record.

I run a good house.

Many city officials are my clients.

I could make it hot for some of

them if they try and deport me.

No one wants to do that.

Not if you'll help me. Go on.

About a month ago,

almost a month,

maybe more,

a man came to board in my apartment.

I have to take in boarders occasionally.

He said his name was John Lawrence,

that he worked for the

Chicago Board of Trade.

He was hiding from his wife.

Divorced, she was after him for alimony.

They all say that. They just

want to get around my girls.

You say this was about a month ago?

About a month, yes, that's right.

He took up with Polly.

That's Polly Hamilton,

one of my new girls.

Polly?

- Polly.

He said she looks like an Indian.

- An Indian?

That's silly.

She's just an ordinary girl.

An Indian. Isn't that something?

He take us to the movies,

both of us.

That's when I found out, he...

He was Dillinger.

I see him in the newsreel.

I knew it, despite the hair,

the moustache.

I... I asked him.

Did he tell you he was Dillinger?

He's a nice fellow.

I don't believe he ever killed anyone.

He couldn't have.

You won't harm him,

if you can help it?

No, of course not.

I've grown rather fond of him

myself in a strange sort of way.

You won't harm him,

will you? Please don't do that.

I wouldn't want harm to come to him.

I wouldn't have done this if...

if it wasn't for my situation.

You understand?

- Certainly, certainly.

He likes to go to movies.

Are you sure you don't want a popsicle?

I'll take a red one.

So if I get a spot on my dress,

it won't show up too bad.

You look good in red.

Goes well with your hair.

Er, Manattan Melodrama is

on now starring Clark Gable.

It's been running about 25 minutes.

That'll be alright.

I just want to see the end. Two.

No, I don't like it at all.

Those are hoods.

They don't dress like hoods.

- Take it from me.

I've been running this place since 1925,

and I know hoods. Call the police.

Stay out of this. FBI.

- Yes.

There's nothing to worry about.

Those men are all federal

agents like myself.

Is there... gonna be shooting?

- No one is going to get hurt.

Who's in here anyway?

Just keep it to yourself.

There's nothing to worry about, OK?

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