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but I got a feeling that we screwed up.

What I need from you, Pete,

is somewhere to stash all this money...

'cause there may be some trouble.

I'm with you, Joe. Whatever I can do.

You got one of them safety deposit boxes?

Yeah.

You think all this will fit in it?

-I guess I could squeeze it in.

-You're a good kid, Pete.

I want you to take care of this right away.

The first thing in the morning.

But you got to promise me,

if anything should happen...

you won't turn any of this dough

over to the cops or anything.

Just bring you trouble.

Them bastards would probably

wind up taking all of it...

thinking it was all stolen.

All right, then. I'm gonna get going.

Just remember:

No matter what happens,

do exactly like I told you, Pete.

Don't worry about me, Joe.

I'll do just like you say.

Okay. I'll see you at Ryan's

in the morning then.

Okay.

That's it, boys. They got us.

Looks like I'm going to be living

a third life.

Did you plan this robbery, Mr. Harris?

Can you tell us where the money is?

What were you gonna do

with all the money?

Hello, Mr. Harris. I'm Bob Jensen.

I've been asked to come down here

and speak with you because...

somebody in Washington thought they

heard you might be a little reluctant...

to cooperate with our men down here.

Excuse me for one second.

Maybe I could save you

some of your valuable time.

Okay.

Like I told your buddies here,

me and my two friends robbed the bank.

We did it, and we buried the money,

and I'll never tell you where...

and you sure as hell

ain't ever gonna find it on your own.

So why don't you just lock me up

and forget all about this whole thing?

You'll be doing everybody a favor.

They tell me, Joe...

that you don't have any record at all.

In fact, there's every indication...

you've been a law-abiding, productive

member of your community since...

Iet's face it, since a long time

before I learned how to walk.

This, along with the fact

that this whole incident...

has become

a widely publicized social issue...

has helped for a lot of forces,

including ourselves...

to rally to your support.

But you're gonna have to meet us halfway.

Now, I can't promise you...

but if you show us

you've changed your attitude...

I think there's every indication

you'll walk away from this whole mess...

and I mean scot-free.

You got an extra piece of gum?

What do you say, Joe?

I say, why don't you

get the hell out of here?

You give me a headache.

Thanks for the gum.

-lnmate's name?

-Joe Harris.

-Your name?

-Pete McCaffrey.

Pete or Peter?

I guess Peter.

-Can I see some identification, please?

-Sure.

Thanks.

-Hiya, Pete.

-Hi, Joe.

They're gonna make me go to lunch

in about a minute...

so we'll have to make this kind of short.

Kathy sends her love.

She wanted to come see you, too...

but we couldn't get nobody

to watch the kids.

You didn't tell her

about any of the stuff we talked about?

-No, of course not.

-Good.

I felt bad I couldn't go to Al's funeral.

-Did it all go okay?

-Yeah.

How do you like

that lawyer they gave you?

Yeah, he's a nice kid.

-Yeah, I spoke with him.

-What do you mean?

I didn't tell him nothing, but...

we just talked about the case a little bit.

He says they'll be tougher on you than

he thought if you don't return the money.

Yeah? Screw them.

I don't know, Joe.

Maybe if you just return

the money from the robbery.

Forget it.

Al and Willie would both die

if I gave that money back.

Besides, Pete, let me tell you something.

For the past couple of years...

me, Al, and Willie

all sat on that park bench...

and looked at each other.

Maybe a politician would come around

and talk to us at election time...

but that was about it.

That was our life.

Here, I've got my own cell

with a toilet and a sink.

The food's okay, and I'm feeling good.

As a matter of fact,

they treat me like a king around here.

Everyone comes around to talk,

and they all wanna do me favors.

Pretty soon, they'll all wind up asking me

where I hid the money.

They don't know it,

but they're all older than me.

All right. We're going to

have to wrap it up now.

Inside or out, I'm a prisoner either way.

So don't worry about me, Pete.

You just enjoy all your inheritance,

and take care of Kathy and the kids.

Al would have really liked that.

Okay, let's get going.

And besides...

no tinhorn joint like this

could ever hold me.

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