Public Enemies Page #4

Indiana State Penitentiary

for the big break

of September 26th?

Right now, you're

too inquisitive, buddy.

Put your arm

around Dillinger.

Hey, when was the last time

you were in Mooresville?

Ten years ago.

I was a wild boy, and,

well, I was foolish.

I held up a grocery store,

which I never should have done

'cause Mr. Morgan was a good man.

And they sentenced me to 10 years in

the state penitentiary for a $50 theft.

When I was in prison,

I met a lot of good fellows.

So sure, yeah,

I helped set up the break

at Michigan City. Why not?

I stick with my pals

and my pals stick with me.

Johnny, how long does it

take you to go through a bank?

Oh, about one minute,

Flat.

Let's go.

Mr. Johnny, your lawyer's here.

You come highly recommended

by Alvin Karpis.

At the arraignment,

they're gonna try and

transfer me to the state pen.

What can you do for me?

What's on your mind?

The electric chair.

Your Honor, are we to have an arraignment

in accord with the laws of this nation

or is the State to be permitted to

incite an atmosphere of prejudice?

The very air reeks with the

bloody rancor of intolerant malice!

The clanging of shackles

brings to our minds

the dungeons of the czars,

not the flag-bedecked liberty

of an American courtroom.

I request the court to direct that

those shackles be removed forthwith.

This is a very dangerous

man, Your Honor.

And I'm responsible for the

safeguarding of this prisoner.

Are you a lawyer? What right do

you have to address this court?

All right. Remove the

shackles from the prisoner.

Your Honor, we would like

to relocate the prisoner.

Only Indiana State

Penitentiary in Michigan City

can guarantee

Dillinger will not escape.

Sheriff Holley?

I concur, Your Honor.

Sheriff Holley, I think this is a

very nice jail you have right here.

What makes you think there's

something wrong with it?

There's nothing wrong with my jail.

It's the strongest jail in Indiana.

That's what I thought.

But of course, I don't want

to embarrass Mrs. Holley.

I appreciate she's a woman

and she's afraid of an escape.

Oh, no. I'm not afraid

of an escape.

I can take care of John

Dillinger or any other prisoner.

Okay.

Dillinger will stay here.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The defense will need four

months to prepare itself.

It should take 10 days.

To go to trial in 10 days would

be a legal lynching of this lad.

There's a law against lynching.

There's a law against murder!

Then observe the law part.

Or just stand Dillinger

up against a wall

and shoot him.

Just shoot him.

Then there's no need to throw away

the State's money on this mockery.

Calm down.

I apologize to the court.

Bob and I respect

each other very much.

Watch out or he'll be putting

his arm around you, too.

Trial starts in one

month on March 12th.

Attaboy, counselor.

Open the gate.

Hey, Cahoon!

Come here a minute.

Come on, Sam.

You and me's going places.

Call Bryant.

Bryant?

Call Max.

I'll kill you if I have

to. Don't think I won't.

Open up!

I'll plug him right here.

Open the gun safe.

Go on. Open it up!

Lock up the warden.

That wasn't real, was it?

Let's go.

Put your hands up!

Which one of these

here cars is the fastest?

That would be that Ford right

there. It's got the new V-8.

We're gonna take

that one. Go on.

That's Sheriff Lillian

Holley's personal car.

Good.

Mr. Youngblood,

are we clear now?

We are.

Okay, then.

Oh, come on, buddy.

You gotta relax a little bit.

Just take it easy.

Do you know the words

to The Last Round-Up?

Get along, little dogies

Get along, get along

Get along, little dogies

Get along

Get along, little dogies

Get along, get along

Get along, little dogies

Get along

I'm a-headed for

the last round-up

How did he act?

Was he jolly?

Yes. He sang

part of the way.

Get along, little dogies

Get along, get along

While in Washington today,

President Roosevelt said,

"John Dillinger

is making a mockery

"of the system of justice

in this country."

The passing of John J. McGraw, long-time

manager of the New York Giants...

Hello.

Hey, doll, it's me.

Look, I can't talk long.

You okay?

Yeah.

I heard it on the radio.

How about you?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Don't come to Chicago, Johnny.

What's that supposed to mean?

I promised I'd look after you,

didn't I?

Yes.

Well, then that's

what I'm gonna do.

You know that, don't you?

Yes.

Look, I think

they're watching me.

I'm gonna come get you out

of there and take care of you.

Baby, don't come to Chicago!

Say you know it.

Say it.

I know you will take care of me.

I love you.

Sooner or later,

she will go to him

or he is gonna come for her.

Say, Sport! Mr. Johnny, you

got to hold it right there.

Can't stay here

no more, Mr. Johnny.

Says who?

Sport's only following orders.

So am I.

They thought you might come here.

I don't get it.

Talk to your pal Gilbert.

About what?

You gotta talk to Gilbert Catena.

Come on. Come on, get out

of here! Beat it! Scram!

The welcome mat was not out.

I kept hearing your name.

Now, I'm going to ask you once.

And I just did.

Anybody see him come in?

I don't think so.

You want to know

if we're armed?

We're armed.

Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Hey, back to work.

What's the deal, Phil?

Look around. What do you see?

A whole bunch of telephones.

You see money.

Last month, there were

independent wire services

letting bookies know who won the

third race at Sportsman's Park,

Now there's only one, ours.

On October 23rd, you robbed a

bank in Greencastle, Indiana.

You got away with $74,802.

You thought that was a big score.

These phones make that every day.

And it keeps getting made,

day after day after day,

a river of money, and

it gets deeper and wider,

week in and week out, month in

and month out, flowing right to us.

Unless the cops

come through that door.

Which you pay them not to do.

Right.

Unless you're around.

Then they gotta come through

that door no matter what.

What does that tell you?

I'm popular.

It tells us you're bad for business.

So the Syndicate's got a new policy.

All the guys like you,

Karpis, Nelson, Campbell,

we ain't laundering your

money or bonds no more.

You ain't holing up in

our whorehouses anymore.

No armorers, no doctors, no safe

havens, no nothing. You get it?

Personally, you need

something to tide you over?

Good luck to you.

Hamilton has a 34-year-old

sister in Detroit. Arrest her.

Pick up all known Dillinger

associates, doctors, family,

Pierpont's mother in Indianapolis,

Dillinger's family in Mooresville.

We suspect them of harboring.

But Hamilton's family has not

had word from Red in years.

You convince them to get word.

Create informants, Agent Purvis.

The suspects are to be

interrogated vigorously, grilled,

no obsolete notions

of sentimentality.

We are in the modern age.

We are making history.

Take direct, expedient action.

As they say in Italy these days,

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