White Heat Page #6

It is assumed now

by federal law enforcement agencies...

that Jarrett and the other escaped

convicts are heading for California.

This concludes the nightly news summary

from KFKL, San Bernardino.

Did you check the windows?

- I said, "Did you check the windows?"

- Ed, let's get out of here.

Take it easy, baby.

We're ready for him when he comes.

I can't stand another night, Ed.

Listening, going crazy.

It ain't like waiting for some human being

who wants to kill you.

Cody ain't human.

Fill him full of lead,

and he'll still come at you.

Plug him and he drops,

same as anybody else.

The boys didn't think so.

Why did they beat it down to San Berdoo?

'Cause they know this is

between me and Cody.

- They'll be back when it's over.

- You'll be dead.

Maybe so.

But the time comes when a man's

gotta stop running away and face things.

Or else go on running for good.

All right, throw your life away.

Stay here and shoot it out.

Me? I'm going. I want to live.

Cody might have ideas about that.

I'll go someplace he'll never find me.

The world ain't big enough, sugar.

Not when he finds out

what you did to his ma.

- You'd tell him?

- Lf you run out on me.

- Why not?

- But I only did it for you, Ed.

She had you covered.

Cody still ain't going to like to hear

that she got it in the back.

Feel more like staying now?

I said I'd be back.

Now tell me you're glad to see me.

Only say it low, so nobody can hear.

Cody, I'm so glad to see you.

I've been praying you'd come back.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I was running away.

- From Big Ed?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter? Don't you like him?

- No.

Maybe you shouldn't have teamed up

with him.

I couldn't help it, Cody.

He said if I didn't go away with him,

he'd have you killed.

All I wanted was for you to come back.

That's the truth. I love you, Cody.

- You let Ma die?

- No.

You didn't even raise a finger to help her.

You just stood there

and watched Big Ed kill her.

I tell you, you got it wrong, Cody.

Maybe you thought it was funny,

an old woman taking on a guy like that.

No. I tried to warn her...

but he caught me and beat me.

Then when Ma came,

he was waiting for her, and he...

- I can't tell you.

- Tell me.

He got her in the back.

- Is he in there now?

- Yeah.

But you gotta be careful, Cody.

He's got the house rigged up like a trap.

You can't get in unless I tell you how.

- Ed.

- Stay where you are.

- What was that bell downstairs?

- It was me, Ed.

What were you doing down there?

I couldn't go through with it.

I tried, but I couldn't.

Talk sense.

I was going to take the car and beat it.

I was scared.

But I don't want to go anymore.

You're my honey.

Still got nerves?

Please, Ed. I feel like a drink.

- Fix me one, too.

- Here.

Catch.

Listen, Cody. Ed said this joint is a cinch.

- Good for $50,000.

- Who?

- Big Ed.

- Never heard of him. Go on.

The way we had it figured, Cody,

we pile out of the cars here...

we slug the guards,

and we grab the payroll here.

Blast our way out. It'll all take 50 seconds.

They got cars. They'd follow you.

That's where we use the gas truck.

I'll stall it right in the gates.

And when we beat it in the getaway cars,

I got the truck keys in my pocket.

And where do you get the gas truck?

We got one stashed behind a barn.

Bought it with our own dough. $12,000.

- You bought a gas truck?

- Yeah.

What's the matter?

You forget how to steal one?

Maybe it ain't so bad, Cody.

$12,000 gets you $50,000.

Fence $50,000, and you get $20,000.

Then what are you going to do with that?

Buy two more gas trucks?

That joint has got the serial number

of every bill.

Any guy who says he can fence

$50,000 is crazy.

- The Trader ain't crazy.

- The Trader?

- Who's he?

- My manager, kid.

Come on. Let's get a look

at that $12,000 doll.

Cody. My radio ain't working again.

Oh, no.

What do you want it for,

unemployment insurance?

Can't I go down to San Berdoo

and get it fixed?

Nobody leaves unless I say so. Now, you...

What's the matter, baby?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Go and read your comic books. Good girl.

This fellow you call the Trader...

can you trust him?

Why?

I wouldn't like to see my share of a caper

handed to a guy who might disappear.

- Suspicious, ain't you?

- Just careful.

You don't have to worry about the Trader.

He pays off on the spot in nice, clean bills.

Where does he get rid of this stuff?

- Ships to Europe. Collects both ends.

- Smart operator.

Didn't see any of that dope from

that tunnel job pop up, did you?

I like him better now.

Not bad.

Maybe the $12,000

don't go down the drain after all.

- Hey, Het.

- Yeah.

You're pretty good with a blowtorch.

You suppose you could cut a hole

in here into the tank?

Yeah, sure.

We're back in business, boys.

We're back in business. And not

Big Ed's way either, and not for $50,000.

But first, a question.

Supposing you want to push

in a place like Fort Knox...

and grab yourselves

a couple of tons of gold...

what's the toughest thing

about a job like that?

Getting inside the joint.

A silver dollar

for the gentleman on the balcony.

Right on the button.

Getting in.

Which brings me to a story Ma

used to tell me when I was a kid.

A story about a horse.

Way back, there was a whole army

trying to knock over a place called Troy...

and getting nowhere fast.

Couldn't even put a dent in the walls.

One morning, the people of Troy wake up,

look over the walls...

and the attacking army disappeared.

Men, boats, the works. Taking a powder.

But they left one thing after them...

a great, big wooden horse.

And according to Ma...

Hello, there.

I was wondering

if I could use your telephone?

There ain't a phone here for five miles.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- Good morning.

- Hello. Lost your way, mister?

No. I wanted to call my office...

but these gentlemen say

you don't have a phone here.

They wouldn't know. There's one

in the house. I'll show you where it is.

Thank you very much.

There's a call that's gonna cost

more than a nickel.

Looks like Big Ed's gonna have company.

And we got a new station wagon.

- How's fishing?

- Fine, Cody.

- Good catch.

- You like the truck idea?

It's admirable.

We might all profit by a closer study

of classical literature.

Chemical plant.

I guess that's Long Beach way.

That's close enough for now.

You know the way I work.

I must ask that you don't insist

on knowing the exact location...

until you've reached the rendezvous.

That's all right.

The only thing that matters is...

how much dough

this joint has in the kitty.

$426,000 will be placed in their safe

before closing time tomorrow...

to be distributed to deserving

employees the following morning...

provided there's no unforeseen accident,

of course.

- Like me and my boys?

- Exactly.

What are they doing, dancing?

Maybe they found

they went to school together.

Maybe they're buddies after all.

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