Thief Page #4

And I am pulling

a lot of exposure.

Sixteen, 18 hours in there.

Your end covers the risk.

830,000.

Four million at wholesale

in unmounted stones.

- What's the fifth alarm?

- We cannot run it down.

Why?

Because it does not go out

over the phone lines.

We swept the lines

in the whole building.

But we know it is there.

How long?

Four, eight weeks...

assuming we get the alarm...

and what to cut the box with.

I need a couple Cal licenses,

and two new work cars here.

- Okay. I'll set it up. What time's our plane?

- We're on the 2:30.

Stay here

and make out that fifth alarm.

You like it?

I mean...

do you think it'll do or what?

It's okay?

Frank, I love it. I love it.

I think it's terrific.

What are you looking at?

You, that's all.

Sam.

How you doin'?

Me, I'm golden, glowin',

scorin' like a champ.

I need a favor.

How's Okla?

Angina. I'm makin' some moves

to get him out of there.

I got a hearing fixed up.

Who's the yo-yo

in the white coat?

Metallurgist.

Son-in-law's idea.

A load of tubing comes in...

I taste it, I smell it...

I chew it, I spit on it.

Hey, scientist cocksucker!

Eighteen percent zinc,

43 percent copper...

38 percent tin,

and one percent I don't know.

A white coat. Around here

he wears a white coat.

What's he?

Gonna discover penicillin?

You gotta be a real putz

to wear a white coat around here.

Huey, excuse us.

- What kind of steel?

- Swedish cold-rolled, 247.

Here, here, here, and here.

- One-inch plates.

- Copper to bind drills...

titanium alloy here.

This is a well-made,

very expensive...

very special vault.

- English?

- Mm.

Richmond and Lackett?

I need a very special

piece of equipment.

- Drill a hole in the lockbox...

- No. Each one is made different.

There's no way of telling

where the lockbox is.

I want to cut me

a whole new door and walk in.

Seven, eight thousand degrees?

Portable equipment?

- There's no other way to do it?

- No.

Sonny,

if I can build something...

it's gonna be

a son of a b*tch to use.

Okay, so is it worth it?

It is worth it.

- You sweep the phone?

- Weekly. It's clean.

Hello? I'm Frank.

Leo said to call about

California licenses and registrations.

Yeah.

I'll be in Division 126 in an hour.

I'm wearing a gray leather coat.

Good.

So what's to it, Sam?

I gotta build

a section of vault to tell.

So I don't know if it's even possible

to build a tool that'll cut it like that.

See me in a week.

The nature of this petition is that David

Okla Bertinneau pleads for Your Honor...

to modify the instruction

of his 1958 conviction...

and to issue

a writ of habeas corpus.

But he violated Chapter 38,

Section 19-1:
Burglary...

Chapter 38, Section 16- 1: Theft...

Here's two California licenses

I fixed in Sacramento.

...and dignity of the state.

That distresses me,

Your Honor...

'cause this man

is of reformed character...

advanced age, and suffers

from a severe heart condition...

and may not be able

to serve out his sentence.

He's spent over 21 years

of incarceration...

and has become

a different person.

I don't know.

I remain unconvinced.

- Are they pickin' their noses?

- Wait. I want to hear this.

However,

upon consideration...

I will issue

a writ of habeas corpus.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I'll write up the order.

I know

how busy your docket is.

My wife's in the market

for a fur coat.

I am a car salesman.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

That's right.

Okla will be on the street

in a week.

I need 6,000 for Earl Warren.

A week? Yeah?

Here. Ten thousand.

You're a prince.

Buy yourself a new suit.

- A week?

- A week.

All right.

Who lives here?

- Come on, who lives here?

- Hi.

It's gotta be

some millionaire guy, huh?

Hey, look at this.

Tree. Bush.

- Pink tree.

- Hello!

- Hi!

- Pink?

- Hey. It's real nice.

- Sure. Come in back.

- Hi, Frank.

- How you doin', Marie?

- This is beautiful, man.

- When did you get back?

Oh, uh, last night, late.

You, uh... you make

that fifth alarm?

I made the fifth alarm.

Good.

- So, uh, what's to it?

- Okay.

Alarm system number five

is a one-channel radio transmitter.

- How's it triggered?

- There's a sonic detector off the ceiling.

They set off the alarm every morning when

they walk in. Ring, ring, ring. It's tripped.

They have ten seconds to transmit a code

word to the alarm company to cancel it.

Now, the code word

goes over the radio.

That's why

there's no phone lines.

All right, I tell you what.

- You bug it.

- All right.

Call Joseph, have him fix you one,

go back out there...

and you bug 'em for the word.

Come on.

It's gettin' cold.

Oh. Uh...

this L.A. Move, you know...

it's home free for me

after it's done.

You happy?

Come on.

Frank,

want something to eat?

Well...

I see

on your application here...

By the way,

you misspelled "male."

It's M-A-L-E.

The other is what

we put in postboxes.

I see you put

under "employer"...

"1959 to 1976,

Joliet State Penitentiary."

- Yes.

- You worked for the state, I take it?

- After a fashion.

- What did you do at the prison?

Desks.

I, uh, spot-welded desks...

and then I got

promoted to shoes.

You were in charge

of the shop?

Lady, I was a convict.

I was doing time.

- You were what?

- Frank, let's go.

Uh, you have to understand...

we have more applicants

than children.

Then why do you still

have kids here?

As a kid, I would not be falling all over

myself to stay in one of these places.

We will relieve you

of some of the burden.

The point is, we establish

criteria for parenting...

and an ex-convict

compared to other desirables...

Wait. So we'll take a kid

that's not so desirable.

You got a black kid?

We'll take a black kid.

- You got a Chink kid?

- You don't understand...

No one likes older kids. You got an

eight-year-old black Chink kid? We'll take him.

- Frank...

- If it's a matter of, you know... here.

- What is that?

- "What is that"?

That is D flawless,

3.2 carats, emerald-cut.

- This is not a marketplace.

- Right.

You're not smart enough to take this any

more than you are to recognize good parents.

Get out of my office.

You did not ask about us,

what kind of people we are.

There is a child waiting,

and you are denying us him and him us.

- Who the hell are you?

- Don't make a scene.

- Our criteria...

- Your criteria?

Your criteria are so far up your ass,

they can't see daylight. This is bullshit!

Look, it's not happening.

Let's go.

I got some ABC-type

information for you, lady.

I was state-raised...

and this is a dead place.

A child in eight-by-four

green walls...

after a while you tell the walls,

"My life is yours."

- You grow up in the suburbs?

- Yes.

Right. Right.

What are you lookin' at?

Huh?

Jimmy's got better.

Yeah, it's 'cause

he charcoals them... charcoals.

- I'm gonna pull him over here.

- Yeah.

Hey, how you doin'?

- I'm wonderful, thank you.

- Yeah, that's good.

You know, a very important thing

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes