White Heat Page #2

Somebody must have tipped them.

It's always "somebody tipped them,"

never "the cops are smart. "

We had enough food for the week.

Why did she go out?

You like strawberries, don't you?

Well, she just had to get some for her boy.

Evans speaking.

Her car is parked outside pointing west.

Good. I'll be down there right away.

There'll be a marker on the rear bumper.

That's what I thought, Mr. Evans.

Where Ma goes, Cody goes.

We'll use the A-B-C method.

I'm B.

I'll keep first position behind suspect

on Arango Blvd.

You drive parallel on Lattimer.

Okay.

- Got that?

- Okay.

Suspect proceeding dead ahead

on Arango Blvd.

Approaching Bakeman.

Suspect turned north on Bakeman.

C, pick her up at Fairchild.

A will take your position.

Got her.

Traveling dead ahead on Bakeman,

Suspect turning west on Calhoun.

C, proceed dead ahead.

Take position on the right.

Right.

A, pick her up on Calhoun.

Roger.

Got her.

Going due west about 30 miles per hour.

Hold the phone.

She's turning left on Cling.

Let her go.

C, cut over fast to Arango.

- Cover her on the left.

- Okay.

A, proceed dead ahead.

I'll pick her up when she crosses Fairchild.

Get around it.

A, C, cut into Fairchild. I've lost her.

Down there.

- Come in, C.

- That's a dead spot.

It would be. Turn around. We'll go back.

Hold it.

Come in, A.

Come in, C.

- Beat it up the hill and call the others.

- You're not tackling him alone.

I'll just keep an eye on him. Hurry.

What's the use of having money

if you gotta run...

every time somebody sees a shadow?

It's just a feeling I had.

I could have been wrong.

Your hunches are never wrong, Ma.

We'll leave the sedan,

the car they're looking for.

You bring the bags and I'll get the coupe.

You're not going anywhere, Jarrett.

Put your hands up where I can see them.

Get those bags in, and get in fast!

Down the highway, Ernie.

Happens every night. Ruins the movie.

Peanuts. Popcorn.

Kill that.

This is great.

Where do we go after the second feature?

You're staying put.

I'm the only one going anyplace.

- Where, Cody?

- Gonna give myself up.

What are you talking about?

You haven't a chance.

Four dead. It's the gas chamber for sure.

You think I'm dumb enough

to give myself up to the T-men?

What's the difference? You walk into

the cops and they turn you over.

Remember a guy named Scratch Morton?

Yeah. The guy on the lam from Illinois.

You had a talk with him one night.

- That's the one.

- I remember.

Knocked over a hotel payroll

in Springfield?

The night we pulled the tunnel job. Handy.

Talk plain, son.

I pulled that Springfield heist,

not Scratch Morton.

I'm going to Illinois and take a state rap.

I'll get two years at the most.

They'll still be waiting for you

for the tunnel job.

What tunnel job?

While those hoodlums were killing

innocent people on the train...

I was pushing in a hotel in Springfield.

Couldn't be in both places at once, could I?

Little thing I cooked up

before the tunnel job.

You're the smartest there is.

Sure, it's smart, but what about me?

What do I do for the next two years?

The same as you did

before he married you.

You better not, baby. I'll be back.

I'll be waiting for you, honey.

You can trust me.

If the T-men pick you up,

you don't know a thing.

You haven't seen me in months.

Ma, you do all the talking.

- I can handle them.

- Verna, you cry a little, like you're sad.

How are you going to make it to Illinois?

Private plane. Don't worry.

Goodbye.

Be kind of a break to get rid

of me for a while, won't it?

I'll be around, Cody.

I told you,

I was just trying to cheer up Verna.

She's been lonesome all this time,

missing Cody so much.

So I went to the market

to buy her things for a real spread.

Thought it'd make her feel better.

That so, Verna?

Yet as soon as you returned

to the auto court, you left again. Why?

'Cause we decided to go

to a movie instead.

- What theater?

- San Val Drive In.

- What picture?

- Task Force.

Exciting. Verna liked it a lot.

- Cody like it?

- How could he?

I told you.

Cody hasn't been in California for months.

I suppose he shot me

all the way from another state.

What makes you think he shot you?

Lots of people have guns.

I was as close to him as I am to you.

Anybody else see him?

Just you. And his wife.

Of course, being an old woman,

I wouldn't know much about the law...

but I hear you got to have witnesses

to make anything stand up in court.

You see Cody last night, Verna?

Makes you the only one,

Mr. Evans, doesn't it?

Seems to. If Cody's

been out of California for months...

I suppose he couldn't have engineered

that train robbery six weeks ago.

I'm not going to sit here and hear you

accuse my boy without proof.

Besides, I know my rights.

You can't keep us here.

You got nothing on us.

All right, Mrs. Jarrett, that'll be all now.

That's better. Come on, Verna.

Stop crying. Nobody's going to hurt you.

Mr. Fallon just arrived from the airport.

Send him right in.

Hello, Phil. How's the arm?

I'll live. Hey, you're looking good.

It's that prison diet.

Great chef in San Quentin.

I hated to leave.

You did a whale of a job.

Most talkative con

I ever shared a cell with.

That whole syndicate comes up for trial

in a few weeks. Now, what's that?

You put it on a pole,

wind a spool of silk thread around it...

and you hold the pole over the water.

Then you sit under a nice, shady tree

and relax.

After a while, a hungry fish comes along,

nips at your hook, and you've got dinner.

For the next two weeks,

I won't think about anything...

except the eternal struggle

between man and the fish.

I've been promised a vacation.

You remember?

Sorry, Hank, that's out.

Phil, look at me. College degree,

lovable personality...

and I spend most of my time in prison.

An undercover specialist.

Eight sentences in five years.

Dannemora, Sing Sing, Leavenworth...

I joined the department

to put criminals behind bars...

and here I am, stir crazy.

Read this.

Who checks confessions in Springfield?

Every rookie knows Scratch Morton

went underground after that hotel job.

You won't let Jarrett get away

with a two-bit prison stretch?

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

A hoodlum turns himself in

on a phony rap...

and beats the gas chamber.

I'll bet you he's thumbing his nose

at Uncle Sam now and loving it.

Jarrett outsmarted you.

That's just what we want him to think.

We're working with the Springfield police.

We arranged for the confession to check.

So, what happens?

Jarrett does a stretch in the penitentiary.

In case he's lonely,

wants to talk to someone...

we'll let one of our boys do a stretch

right in the same cell.

Still going fishing, Hank?

Yeah. In what prison?

You'll enjoy the food there.

Wonderful chef.

- Arrested him myself.

- Okay, what's the pitch?

You'll be committed

to the penitentiary in Illinois.

You'll be one of Jarrett's cellmates.

Stick with him until you find out...

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