White Heat Page #5

Let me decide what to do with it.

Just the two of us.

Tell Evans we'll break out Thursday night.

Tell him to plant a getaway car

with an oscillator.

Can you remember that?

With an oscillator.

I'll remember, darling.

- Everything clear?

- Perfectly clear.

You won't be sorry, Vic. When you get out,

we'll be happy. I'll see to that.

Nice. Where'd you learn all that?

Soap opera?

How did you know?

This time I'm going right

to the top to get you out.

- Herbert, are you listening?

- Sure, Jerry.

But if that fails,

you'll have to serve the rest of your term.

Jerry, you couldn't get me out of here

if I was pardoned.

All right, this is the prison.

We place the getaway car in these trees...

with the oscillator under its rear axle

and hooked up to the battery.

Our cars will be parked here, a mile or so

away, one here and the other here.

We assume that Jarrett and Hank

come out here somewhere.

They pile into the getaway car,

and they're off.

- You ready, Ernie?

- Ready.

The transmitter wavelength is 47.1.

All right. Switch it on.

Our receivers pick up that sound

from the oscillator...

which enables us to cross-plot

their exact position.

For example...

suppose the impulse received here...

has a bearing of 210 degrees.

This one here reads 45 degrees.

We plot them like so.

Where the lines cross,

that's where they are.

It doesn't matter how far they travel.

As long as our cars

are within receiving distance...

we can tell where they are.

Switch it off.

How far is receiving distance?

We had a dry run on a car yesterday.

Kept tabs on him for 20 miles.

That little thing?

You can make one out

of your bedside radio. I'll show you how.

When you've got a week to spare,

Ernie'll tell you all about electronics.

We'll meet at the airport in 40 minutes.

Be in Springfield late this afternoon.

Tonight.

Isn't that Lefeld down there? Nat Lefeld?

From the Coast mob. Came in today.

They checked him in today?

Ask him how my mother is.

Ask about Cody's mother.

She's dead.

Dead?

I want to get out of here!

Get me out!

Special for Jarrett.

- Hiya, Doc.

- Hi, Ryley.

Hi, Cody. Brought you some grub.

Hot soup made special.

How are you, Vic? Glad to see you, kid.

You're a good boy, Vic.

It's me, Tommy Ryley.

That's right, Vic. Play it smart.

Play it smart.

That's the only way it'll work.

Here, get some of this into you.

Next time you come, bring the gun.

I like the way you go about it, Vic.

Bring the gun.

You sure you won't try

some of this delicious soup?

I'll get it if you take me along, Cody.

I don't want any of that slop.

Try it on the warden. It's a deal.

If you don't want it,

I guess you don't want it.

But you gotta keep up your strength, fella.

If the warden don't want it,

try it on the governor.

Guess he ain't hungry.

Dr. Simpson speaking.

Yes, Warden.

I've just finished my report on Jarrett.

Violent, homicidal.

He'll probably have recurrent periods

of normal behavior, but...

Yes, sir. Our psychiatrists

are coming tonight.

They'll commit him to the institution.

Yes, Warden. I suggest

you prepare the release for him.

Thank you, Warden.

- Oscillator all ready?

- Ready to sing, Phil.

Put the car in the trees.

We'll pick you up and take our positions.

- Telephone, Mr. Evans.

- All right. Hold it, boys.

Evans speaking. Hello, Warden.

That is bad news.

Not altogether a surprise.

Thanks for your cooperation anyway,

Warden.

Say, by the way, tomorrow

there'll be a pardon coming through...

for one of your inmates, Vic Pardo.

Rush it through, will you? Thanks.

No dice, boys. The party's off.

Jarrett's a raving maniac.

They've got him in a straitjacket.

It's a good thing for Hank

it happened inside instead of out.

It's the only good thing about it.

Take the oscillator off the car.

I'll get the plane tickets for 10:00 tonight.

You have a car

to take us to the Springfield airport?

Itll be there, Mr. Evans.

Sorry, boys. They can't all work out.

How would you like

a little change of scenery, Cody?

Someplace where we might be able

to cure your headaches?

You wouldn't mind a little trip, would you?

No. Might do me some good.

- Doctor.

- Not now, Ryley.

I want something to eat.

- You've sent away two meals already.

- That's why I'm hungry now.

Hunger's always a hopeful sign.

Nobody feeds Cody Jarrett.

What am I, a kid?

Is it all right to remove the straitjacket,

Doctor?

I'll do it.

They got you tied up good.

The examination's over.

All right, turn around.

Now, keep them quiet.

Doctor, you're with me.

I want you to make

a little phone call for me.

And no slip-ups,

or you're gonna need a doctor.

You're taking a little walk, boys.

Doc wants you in the dispensary.

Wait here.

- Come on, Parker.

- Where to?

Dispensary. Special invitation

to the doctor.

Here. Tie and gag him.

Drop that stick. Now.

Get in the cell.

All right. Now you two come along

and bring the tuxedo with you.

Reader, cover the outside door.

We'll not make it this way.

We'll never get to the gate.

- Who says so?

- Why me? What do you want with me?

You're my pal. I'm taking you with me.

Come on.

- Look...

- Get.

You got me wrong.

I got nothing against you.

It was Big Ed. He told me to do it.

You wouldn't kill me in cold blood,

would you?

I'll let you warm up a little.

There's the fingerprint that nailed me.

Psycho, put that zoot suit on him.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

Cody, my way,

there wouldn't be no shooting.

Ain't gonna be any my way either.

We're going out of here in a car

like gentlemen on a picnic.

They want me to take a little trip.

We're gonna take a trip.

Only it better be a quiet one.

Come on, now. Get.

Pick up those hats.

Everybody down. Ryley, get those keys.

You get in the trunk. Come on, get it open.

Get in.

Ryley, you get in the front.

Reader, get in the back

and make like you're loony.

And you, you drive.

You know how jittery I am.

Any minute I'm liable to explode.

Now if we don't make it,

I've got six slugs in this gun.

One for each of us.

- Dr. Harris.

- Good night, Doc.

Hello. Yeah, speaking.

What? All right. Right away.

Turn back. Jarrett's busted out.

Black sedan. Probably headed southwest.

Following are the names of the men

who escaped with Cody Jarrett.

Thomas Ryley, Roy Parker,

Michael Curtin, Vic Pardo.

Do not shoot unless absolutely necessary.

Hostages in car.

Do not shoot...

- One break for our boy.

- What's Hank's procedure now?

He'll stay with Jarrett

till he gets what he's after.

I like your tailor. How do you like mine?

Tommy, rustle up some grub.

You, in there.

Vic, what's taking you so long?

Trying to find some more artillery.

- Let it ring.

- Someone might get suspicious.

Come on.

How you doing, Parker?

It's stuffy in here. I need some air.

Stuffy, huh? I'll give you a little air.

No clue to their movements

has been reported...

since their assault last night

on a service station...

north of Gallup, New Mexico.

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