White Heat Page #4
- Full share.
No kidding?
What's being in here got to do with it?
They're his boys. What they get, he gets.
Yeah. Ma sees to that.
Get one thing clear, all of you.
Anything we get...
Cody's in for his full share.
That's how it is.
Anyone thinks different...
say so now...
or would you rather wait
till Cody gets out?
Well, any argument?
Het? Cotton? Happy? Ed?
How come, Big Ed?
You're the one I expected to give trouble.
Fair is fair.
We aren't gonna forget Cody
after all he did for us.
Cody'll be real grateful to you.
Where do you think you're going?
To pick strawberries.
All right, boys, beat it. It's getting late.
Het, tell Verna I want her back in here.
- What's eating you, sugar?
- You and your big ideas.
That's all they are. Ideas.
"You and me belong together, sugar.
Just leave it to Big Ed. "
I'm sick of waiting
for you to make your move.
You're as scared of Cody as any of them.
He's still Mr. Big, in prison or out.
- You. Fair is fair, is it?
That's quite a beef you put up
about Cody being in on the cut.
See, a guy who thinks his pals
are taking care of him...
he gets kind of careless.
What does that mean?
Alive, Cody gets out
in one, two years, maybe.
Dead, he gets out sooner.
Dead?
Right now, he's a sitting duck
up there in that pen.
He's rubbing elbows with a guy
that does anything I say.
When, Ed?
When I say so.
Where's Pardo?
You know all about radios.
Maybe you can fix the warden's.
- I'll fix it so it blows up in his face.
- Suits me.
Come on. Back to your places.
Go ahead. Get on back there.
Are you hurt, Jarrett?
No. Things were getting
kind of dull around here, anyway.
Back to your work. You, too, Pardo.
- The lever slipped.
- You can tell that to the warden later.
I saw that just in time.
What do you want? A medal?
You would have looked like that barrel.
You almost walked into it yourself.
Why should you care
if a guy named Cody Jarrett gets his...
if you don't want something?
Okay. Keep your medal.
Come on, break it up. Get going, Jarrett.
Sorry, Cody.
Forget it, Parker.
Accidents will happen.
Attention. The following men
have visitors.
Reynolds, Allen, Jarrett, Kaminsky...
Williams, Phillips, Jordan.
Hello, Ma.
Cody. You been hurt.
- Oh, it's nothing. Just an accident.
- You sure?
What kind of question is that?
Why are you nervous? Anything wrong?
- Plenty.
- Like what?
That's why I come.
I'm the one to tell you.
It's Big Ed and Verna. They run out.
It's my fault, Cody. I let you down.
I said I'd take care of things
and I let you down.
I saw it coming,
but I didn't think he'd have the guts.
Forget it, Ma.
It was in the cards
for Big Ed to make his try.
Don't you care?
Sure. What's mine is mine,
but I ain't gonna let it make me sick.
I'll take care of them when I get out.
That's what I told myself.
I'll help you, Cody, like always.
You'll be out soon,
back on top of the world.
When you're around, Ma,
nothing can stop me.
That's right.
Only you got to be careful about Big Ed.
If I know Big Ed, right now he's doing
enough worrying for the both of us.
Maybe not.
Can't expect me to come looking for him.
That's what I'm getting at.
When you get out...
he knows his life
When a tinhorn like that thinks
he's big enough to take your place...
he's got to feel pretty safe.
Now, all of a sudden, he makes his move...
like he was sure
you'd never get out of here...
except in a box.
I see what you mean.
You said it was an accident?
For a minute, I thought it was.
How'd it happen?
A pal of Big Ed's dropped something.
You see, Cody? I was right.
He was figuring you'd be dead.
Relax, Ma. I'm still here, ain't I?
If he tried it once, he'll try it again.
I'll still walk out of this joint,
and then I'll take care of Big Ed.
And let him live that long? No, Cody.
I'll take care of Big Ed.
No, Ma. You won't have a chance.
Any time I can't handle his kind,
I'll know I'm getting old.
No one does what he's done to you, son,
and gets away with it.
No, Ma. Look, listen to me.
You won't have a chance.
I'm going after him to keep him
from having you knocked off here.
- I'm telling you, don't do it.
- Goodbye, Cody.
Ma!
Keep your hands off that wire.
What's the matter, Parker?
I ain't going to do anything.
Not now.
I'm going to let you stay awake nights...
sweat it out.
Then when I get ready, good and ready...
I'll pay you back.
I'll take care of Big Ed.
I'll take care of him, Cody.
What's the matter, Cody?
My head.
Cover for me.
Watch it.
Fingers are kind of thick today.
No doctors.
It's all right now. He's gone.
- Where's the pain?
- It's right here.
Don't let it beat you.
You are a top man, aren't you?
Since I was a kid,
I've been reading about you.
Always hoping I could join up with you.
You don't want to let those two-bit mugs
see Cody Jarrett on his knees.
Come on.
- You all right, Cody?
- Yeah.
- Just can't sleep, that's all.
- That headache gone?
- Yeah.
- Then why can't you sleep?
It's Ma. She's walking into trouble.
- Anything I can do?
- No.
Yeah. Maybe there is, kid.
For a while, I figured out
that sitting out this penny-ante stretch...
would be a kind of vacation...
take the heat off me for another job.
Sometimes you make plans,
sometimes they don't work out.
Then you got to get doing and fast,
you understand?
- I got business on the outside.
Yeah. Want to come along?
Maybe I do. Did you tell anybody else?
Figured on cutting in Tommy Ryley.
Then you'll have to cut in 10 more.
Why do you want Ryley?
He's got a gun stashed.
Don't need a gun.
They're not gonna open the gates for us.
You think you're the only guy
in this paw that wants out?
What do you think
I've been dreaming about nights?
I got a way to get a mile from here
before anybody knows what hit them.
Without artillery, it can't be done.
No? Listen, I'm a pretty handy fella
with electricity, you remember?
Well, I figured a way to fix the generators.
You know what that means?
I have a slight idea.
The generators control everything:
Searchlights, gun turret, main gate.
Who needs artillery?
Only we got to do it alone.
We're going to need a car.
My wife's coming tomorrow.
We'll set it all up.
All right, kid. It's a deal...
and if it works, I'll pay you back.
Maybe you'll give me that medal.
Solid gold.
Good news for you, Herbert.
You've had good news
for the last 12 years.
I'm working on a plan
to get your case reviewed.
- Hello, Margaret.
- You're looking well, Vic.
We're being watched.
Say anything you like and make it good.
Listen to me carefully.
Divorce? Vic, you can't mean that.
Why? What have I done?
That's fine.
Jarrett's getting out of here
and I'm going with him.
I know how you feel, but don't ask me
to do anything that'll break my heart.
It's my life.
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