High Sierra Page #7

and hide out for a while.

I can help you out a little.

You ain't trying to pull a fast one,

are you?

Take the stuff with you

if you feel that way.

But it'll be like carrying

a bomb around.

Okay. Give me a couple hundred bucks

and keep this.

But if I don't get my end,

you ain't gonna be around long.

- You and Larry both.

- Oh, now, don't worry, Roy, you'll get it.

Here's the 200.

Yeah...

...that's what I want.

Oh, Roy!

That's a present.

Of course, you would put it

on the wrong finger.

Well?

Same old song.

Nothing doing yet.

I'm gonna run out of dough

with all these long-distance calls.

Should've taken the money

Velma's boyfriend offered.

No. "Think nothing of it,"

that's what you said. Sucker.

Roy!

Yeah. Don't look like this thing's

ever gonna cool off.

Look, I been thinking things over.

I like Pard as much as you do, but

Algernon said he's bad luck.

- That's malarkey.

- Well, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't.

How could a little dog be the cause?

That's plain dumb!

You think when you say a thing, that's

that. Nobody knows nothing, but you!

Okay, Pard's to blame for everything.

Have it your own way.

- I said, there might be something to it!

- Shut up!

Don't tell me to shut up, you...

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

It's hurting you, isn't it?

You just let me change this dressing

for you.

Sorry.

It don't look so good, Roy.

It's all red.

- Do you feel as if you have any fever?

- No, I don't think so.

I don't know, maybe I have.

Think I ought to see the doc?

Oh, no, you can't do that.

They might get you.

You can't trust anybody, Roy.

After all, $ 10,000 is a lot of money.

You ought to turn me in and live easy

for the rest of your life.

Even in fun,

don't ever say things like that.

Thanks, sonny.

- Morning.

- Morning, Mr. Collins.

Baby, our troubles are over!

I'm driving in tonight.

I just talked to Art. He said

they'll have my cut ready!

We can go back East,

where we'll be safe.

I was beginning to think they were

giving me the runaround.

- Easy to be wrong in this world.

- Love me?

You bet I do!

Let him out, will you?

- Pains?

- Yeah, a little.

- Look, honey, I'll drive in.

- No, nothing doing.

- Suppose we get a rumble?

- They're not looking for you yet.

All the same, I'll drive. Go ahead with

the packing. I think the car needs gas.

Nice little Pard. Nice little boy.

Shake hands?

Nice Pard. Oh, he's a fine boy.

Nice little Pard.

- I wanna see you.

- I'm busy. I got a lot to do with...

A lot to do this morning.

That's a nice little dog you got there.

- Just trying to make up with him.

- What makes you think his name's Pard?

Didn't I hear you call him that yesterday?

Maybe I'm wrong.

Get in there.

You know who I am, don't you?

- Never saw you before you came here.

- What are you so scared about, then?

- Mr. Earle, please don't kill me!

- Open that door.

Looking for that reward, huh?

Listen to this.

"Police are hot on his trail. He's traveling

with a woman who answers to Marie...

...and a little gray-white mongrel dog

who answers to Pard. "

- Mendoza.

- Yeah, he squawked.

I should've taken care of him

when he followed me out of the hotel.

Look at the tag they hung on me,

"Mad Dog Earle. "

- Them newspaper rats!

- What are we gonna do, Roy?

Wait a minute.

I gotta park you for a while,

like you said.

- Like who said?

- Remember we agreed...

...if the going got tough,

I was to park you.

Look, Roy, I can't leave you now.

I don't care what happens to me.

Let's stick together, honey.

Let the money go. Forget about it.

- We'll head east, then we'll be safe.

- You need dough to get back East.

I've got 30 grand coming,

and I'm gonna get it.

Now, listen.

I got an idea.

I'll put you on the bus to Las Vegas. I'll

go get my end, then I'll come after you.

Roy, don't leave me. Please don't

leave me. I'm scared about it.

Think I wanna get you shot? When

they hang that number one tag on you...

...they shoot first and argue afterwards.

I know.

"Mad Dog Earle. "

How do you like that?

They've tied me with the Kranmer killing.

They get me, I haven't got a chance.

But they ain't gonna get me.

I've done all the time

I'm ever gonna do.

I'll tie that guy up.

You go on down to the store

and get a big basket with a lid on it.

- Put Pard in it and take him with you.

- Okay, Roy, I'll do anything you say.

Come on, Pard.

Get in, come on.

Get in.

When you get to Las Vegas,

go right to the place I told you.

I'll be with you tomorrow night

at the latest. You got that?

I just got a feeling about it, Roy.

I'm awful sorry for the way I've acted.

- You got nothing to be sorry about.

- Yes, I have.

Nagging at you

and flying off the handle.

I wish I hadn't.

I like it. I mean, that's the way

married people ought to act.

Listen, my ma and pa fought like cats

and dogs, going on 40 years.

I wouldn't give you 2 cents for a dame

without a temper.

Here she comes.

- Here, take this.

- That's all you got, Roy.

- I don't need that much.

- You keep it, I'm all right.

You're all I got in the world.

Come on, now, baby.

I'll see you tomorrow night.

Come on.

Turning from the European news,

a bulletin just handed me...

... states that Mad Dog Earle

has been identified as the man...

... who slugged a camp proprietor

this morning at Palmville on Route 395.

The bandit killer and his companion,

a woman named Marie...

... are believed to be headed

toward Los Angeles.

- Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah, give me a pack of cigarettes.

Don't give me no trouble, you won't

get hurt. Hand over the dough.

Yes, sir. Never get myself shot up

over money.

You're right, buddy.

You got sense.

- Well, John, give me a Coke.

- Look out, Tom! It's Roy Earle!

- What is all this?

- Hold up, Henry.

John thought it was Roy Earle.

Reading too many detective magazines.

- Looked like Earle's picture.

- Lf it's Earle, he's headed over the pass.

Operator, give me 420.

Sheriff, Holden speaking.

Paramount Drugstore has just been

held up by a man identified as Roy Earle.

Yeah, looks just like him.

Okay. Patrol car 41

waiting on High Bridge Road.

Good. We'll have him bottled up

in another hour.

Spread out, boys.

And watch yourselves, he's armed.

- Better keep under cover.

- Charley, Spike...

...work over to his left.

- He'll never come out alive!

We got him holed in.

I know this country. Hank, Sam...

...go up to the ridge, wait.

Hey, you!

You got no chance!

Come on down!

We won't do no shooting!

Come and get me, buddy! Come

and get me! What's the matter, yellow?

Get Slim up here with his high-powered

rifle and telescope.

He's in command of several hundred feet

between him and the road.

Natural rock formations shelter him

from attacks.

It is five hours now since Roy Earle

took to cover on the rock...

... and there's no indication

on his part to surrender.

The mountain road is jammed.

Spectators are coming from all over.

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