Dillinger

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Twice within one year,

the Dillinger mob struck at South Bend.

This time, the Fifth National Bank.

After brutally slugging the guards,

the armored truck was stolen.

Months later, it was dragged

from a nearby swamp...

... where the Dillinger mob

had dumped it.

Needless to add, it was empty.

Both bandits and money had vanished.

Then began the relentless chase

to apprehend these notorious criminals.

Dillinger's bloody trail

had led from Indiana...

... to the northwest woods

and back again to Indiana.

Ladies and gentlemen, you have

just seen some of the highlights...

...during the span

of John Dillinger's life of crime.

You will now hear from the man

you have been waiting to see.

I'm John Dillinger's father.

John was born in 1903 on a farm...

...about 20 miles south

of Indianapolis, Indiana.

He finished country school

and went to high school for a while.

He played and worked and went swimming

just like the other boys.

Looked like he'd marry one

of the local girls and settle down...

...like all the folks who live in our parts.

But John couldn't seem to get used

to doing the same thing...

...day in and day out.

One morning, he came down

to breakfast all packed.

John wasn't the sort

you could argue with...

...so I figured it'd be best

to give him his head.

He didn't tell me much.

All he said, he was going to Indianapolis

to become a big broker.

So I told him that little town

wasn't big enough to hold me.

And nothing's going

to stop me here either.

Look, the market is down.

Everybody's selling short.

But me, I'm buying.

- Honey, you're wonderful.

- You see, it's this way.

No matter how low public utilities go,

they'll still be solid...

...because people always need

electricity, gas and water.

- Honey, you're wonderful.

- Now you take the oil situation.

Do you know what it costs

to drill a new well?

First, let's have another drink.

Mac, two more.

That'll be 2 bucks in advance.

Well, you heard the lady. Two more.

That'll be 2 bucks in advance.

Oh, pay him, honey.

We don't take checks.

- Say, what kind of a dump is this?

- Why, you two-bit chiseler.

- Let's get out of here.

- I want another drink.

- I wouldn't buy another drink in this dump.

- Oh, don't be that way, honey.

I want another drink. Please.

Okay, okay.

I'll be waiting for you.

I'll be right back.

- Yeah?

- I'd like to buy a pack of cigarettes.

- What kind do you want?

- What kind do you got?

Every kind.

This is a stickup. Open the register.

Give it here.

Only 7 dollars?

And 20 cents.

If you know what's good for you,

you won't call the cops.

- Where's the fire?

- I didn't do nothing.

- What have you got there?

- Nothing.

Just a minute, let me see that.

- I didn't do nothing.

- Police, police, police!

He just robbed me.

Took my last 7 dollars and 20 cents.

You're cutting off the light.

- So what?

- So step aside.

Who's going to make me?

You, blinky?

Thank you.

I'll take that.

You heard me.

That wasn't very polite.

So what?

You crazy? You know

who you took that potato from?

The smartest bank man

in the country, Specs Green.

Have a smoke?

That's not my brand.

I'm sorry about the potato.

Forget it.

My name's John Dillinger.

- John who?

- Dillinger.

I'm in for a stickup.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I knocked off a joint.

Shot it out with the cops,

but, you know, they had me 20 to one.

Fancy that.

- What are you in for?

- A stickup.

- How much did you get?

- Seventy thousand dollars.

Seventy thousand dollars?

- How much did you get?

- Oh, I got...

Lights out.

Seventy thousand dollars.

First society gets careless

with the criminal...

...and then the criminal gets careless.

First guy to gum things up

is the trigger-happy punk.

Personally, I have no use for a punk.

Some fellas, if you pat them on the back,

they'll kill a man for you.

If you treat a punk right, you can get

the biggest man in the world killed.

However, it's my opinion if a man kills

a man, he should have a reason for it.

Hey, that's just what I think, Mr. Green.

Good boy, John.

Come here.

Gentlemen, I want you to meet

my cellmate, Mr. Dillinger.

John, this is Mr. Minelli,

Doc Madison, Mr. Kirk.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Hiya. I've been looking forward

to meeting you guys.

- What's on your mind?

- Well, this is the way I look at it, fellas.

If the five of us put our heads together,

we can go places. Big places.

Unfortunately, the four of us are

not going anyplace for a long time.

As soon as I get out, I'll spring you.

All of you.

Mr. Dillinger has

very enthusiastic ideas.

You can count on me, fellas.

Run along, John. I'll see you later.

You heard me.

- Fresh punk.

- He'll learn.

The hard way.

I think the kid has possibilities.

I tell you, my ideas will work.

Together we can make

the rest of the mobs look sick.

I'll be out in six months.

The first thing I'll do is spring you.

Just two more months, fellas,

and I'll show you the way.

Sleeping, John?

Just thinking.

This time next week

you'll be as free as a bird.

Yeah.

- How are you feeling?

- Swell.

You're not talkative anymore, are you?

You always said I talked too much.

Good boy.

Hey, what have you got there?

A present from Mom and Pop.

- Oh, I didn't know you had any folks.

- They aren't really my folks.

Whenever I got in a jam, I used to go up to

their mountain lodge till things cooled off.

- Can you trust them?

- Sure.

They know they'd better treat me

like their own son...

...or something awful might happen

to them.

Oh, grapes.

I love grapes.

You're wanted downstairs, Dillinger.

Well, John, I guess this is it. Good luck.

Thanks a lot for everything.

Have a good time at Amel's

golden wedding anniversary.

Come on.

All the best, kid.

- What time does the feature go on?

- In 10 minutes.

- Is it a good picture?

- We always show good pictures.

Can I get a seat right away?

It's not crowded till the next show.

Good.

- Enjoy the show?

- Fine.

Pretty crowded inside now.

I'll take that.

Give me the rest. I'm not fooling.

No.

- Recognize him?

- Yes, that's him.

- You sure?

- Positive.

But yesterday you were positive.

Well, I made a mistake.

But you seemed so sure.

I was just excited.

Is that the only reason?

I'm positive that isn't the man.

- You haven't said a word all night.

- I know.

You haven't even told me your name.

- Helen Rogers.

- John Dillinger.

Well, that didn't hurt so much, did it?

I still don't know why I came with you.

Same reason why you didn't turn me in.

You're pretty sure of yourself,

aren't you?

In my business, you have to be.

Just what is your business?

"Associations made on this day

will be highly profitable and lasting."

"Dear Specs, just a line to let you know

I haven't forgotten.

I ran into an old friend tonight who owed

me some money, and he paid off pronto.

We're having a surprise party

on September the 26th...

...to celebrate Amel's

golden wedding anniversary.

Sure wish you and the gang were here.

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