Public Enemies Page #2

We gotta care what they think.

We also got a mail train

we're looking at, too.

By the way, if somebody was to get

pinched, who knows their way around?

Syndicate lawyer named Piquett,

Louis Piquett. We all use him.

What's it all about, this train?

Needs two or three more real

right guys to stick it up.

Be ready in a couple of months.

About $1,700,000. It's a

Federal Reserve shipment.

It's the kind of score

you go away on after.

Where you gonna go?

I don't know. Brazil,

Cuba. I like Varadero Beach.

What about you?

No plans.

Yeah, well, you ought to.

What we're doing

won't last forever.

We're having too

good a time today.

We ain't thinking

about tomorrow.

Keep me in mind on the train,

would you? All right. Thanks.

You know how much they made

taking that Hamm Brewery guy?

$100,000. Simmer down, Homer.

Come on, fellas.

Let's go to the bar.

I got three broads

convinced I own the place.

See you.

Is Homer staying

steady enough?

Homer's fine.

One rule I learned

from Walter Dietrich,

never work with people

who are desperate.

Yeah, well, I got a rule,

too. Stay away from the women.

Without women, it's

like back in the stir.

That's why they

invented whores.

Hey, hey, Anna.

How are you doing, big boy?

Who's this?

Veronica.

Veronica, Red.

Hi, Johnny.

Hey, Anna.

I don't know why you gave

that fellow the go-by,

but I'm awful glad you did.

What's your name?

Billie Frechette.

Can I buy you a drink?

Okay.

You got a name?

Yeah.

Jack. You dance, Jack?

I don't know how.

Come on.

How come you don't

know how to dance?

Frechette.

That French?

On my father's side.

There's an "e" at the end.

This is a two-step.

Blackbird

Where somebody waits for me

Sugar's sweet, so is he

Daddy's French.

What's on the other side?

My mama's

a Menominee Indian, okay?

Most men don't like that.

I ain't most men.

Yeah?

And I've been a dice girl, and I

check coats at the Steuben Club.

And what do you do?

I'm catching up.

Meeting somebody like you,

dark and beautiful,

like that bird in that song.

Blackbird, bye-bye

No one here can love

Or understand me

You cold?

What is it exactly

you do for a living?

I'm John Dillinger. I rob banks.

That's where all these

people here put their money.

Why did you tell me that?

You could have made up a story.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

That's a serious thing to

say to a girl you just met.

I know you.

Well, I don't know you.

I haven't been anyplace.

Well, some of the places

I've been ain't so hot.

Where I'm going is

a whole lot better.

Want to come along?

Boy, you are in a hurry!

If you were looking at what I'm

looking at, you'd be in a hurry, too.

Well,

it's me they're looking at this time.

You're beautiful.

They're looking at me

because they're not used to

having a girl in their restaurant

in a $3 dress.

Listen, doll.

That's 'cause they're all

about where people come from.

The only thing that's important

is where somebody's going.

Where are you going?

Anywhere I want.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Johnny!

Go wait for me outside.

Gil.

Ever since I got out, I've

been working for Frank Nitti.

These guys are connected to

everybody all over the country now.

He looks like a barber.

Phil D'Andrea. Every time I

read about one of your bank jobs

where you give the customers

back their money, you crack me up.

You need anything, ask Gilbert.

Gilbert knows how to find me.

Thank you.

Where'd that girl go?

I don't know, sir.

She jumped in a cab

and took off.

This is Lowell Thomas.

From West Virginia comes accusations

by the Carnegie CoaI company

of Red influence

on the United Mine Workers' strike.

Meanwhile, in Racine, Wisconsin,

after raiding the American Trust Bank,

Public Enemy Number 1,

John Dillinger,

roams the wilds pursued

by the hounds of justice.

And in Geneva, the League of Nations

voted the USSR full membership.

According to the bank

teller, Barbara Patzke,

this is John Dillinger's coat.

It's made by Shragge

Quality out of St. Louis.

Price, $35, windproof

Thank you, Agent Baum.

Agents in our offices

across the country

are identifying every store in the

United States that sold this overcoat.

Then we will cross-reference

every Dillinger associate

at locales where

that coat was sold.

He was in a place.

He got cold. He bought a coat.

Unless he was traveling through,

he was being harbored nearby.

If he returns, we will be there.

It is by such methods that our

Bureau will get John Dillinger.

Now, Doris,

would you please contact

the Chicago area telephone

exchange supervisors. There are six.

Request appointments for

Carter Baum and myself.

Gentlemen,

shortly you will be provided

Thompson submachine guns, BARs

and a.351 Winchester

semi-automatic rifle.

We are pursuing hardened

killers. They will be dangerous.

And those of you who aren't

prepared for that should go.

And if you are going

to go, please go now.

This is a phone call conversation

from a car dealership

from 27 minutes ago.

Harry Berman.

When you drop it, leave

the keys on the floorboard.

I got a DeSoto.

Okay.

Interior's no good.

How did we get to Berman?

Off the Dillinger coat.

The coat was bought

in Cicero, lllinois,

a few doors down from

Berman's dealership.

Now, we know Berman. He's been supplying

cars to the Syndicate since Capone.

When Dillinger bought that coat,

he must have been at

Berman's switching cars.

As soon as they call to drop

the DeSoto, we'll tail it.

I want men on this...

around the clock.

May I check your coat, sir?

Yes, thank you.

You ran out on me.

You left me standing

on the sidewalk.

If you're gonna be my girl,

you're gonna have to swear to me

that you'll never ever do that again.

Hey, I'm not your girl.

Brown overcoat.

And I'm not

gonna say that.

I'm waiting.

So am I.

"I'm never gonna run out on

you ever again." Say the words.

No.

My coat.

Well, I ain't ever gonna run

out on you, and that's a promise.

Well, I want to run

out of here, so, lady...

Hit the road, sport.

Keep the tip.

You ain't getting other people's

hats and coats no more neither.

Why'd you do that?

'Cause you're with me now.

I don't know anything about you.

I was raised on a farm

in Mooresville, Indiana.

My mama died when I was 3.

My daddy beat the hell out of me 'cause

he didn't know no better way to raise me.

I like baseball, movies, good

clothes, fast cars, whiskey and you.

What else you need to know?

Have a seat.

You been living here long?

Yeah.

Since yesterday.

Hey.

I got you something.

When I was a girl,

we went to live on the

reservation in Flandreau

'cause my daddy died.

In Flandreau,

nothing ever happened.

And when I was 13, I went to live

in Milwaukee with my Aunt Ines.

We had a lot of

Indian friends,

and we went around to

churches and put on plays.

And nothing exciting ever

happened there, either.

So I haven't been anywhere or done

anything except come to Chicago

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