I Escaped from the Gestapo

- Can you make it, Eric? - Yeah.

It's not far, the empty house.

Eric, Eric.

Eric.

'Come on, Lane.'

If you get him to a doctor, he may have a chance.

Get rid of him.

Hey, what is this?

It's too bad, but his job is done.

- What kind of coppers are you? - We're not.

Get into these, they'll fit you.

Your measurements have been on display

in every post office in the country.

Don't remind me of it.

Here.

Well, my appreciation for your... impeccable taste.

Save it.

Here's something else for you to wear. It's the right size.

What's that for?

You gonna meet somebody.

Eric said they were no strings attached to this break.

This is no string.

Okay, I'm in.

Alright, men.

- Here he is, safe and sound. - Good.

I'll go and change.

We're delighted to have you with us.

I still haven't a glimmer as to who "us" is?

'All I could get out of the sphinx'

'was I was gonna see a man. If he'd said a woman, I...'

I see you have a sense of humor.

I like a sense of humor.

If there's anything you care for... a drink perhaps?

No, no, thanks. Steady nerves are my stock and trade.

- I wouldn't mind a cigar. - Cigar? Sorry.

A neighbor dropped in.

Rare Havana.

Cigars are my only vice. Mm.

That's a fine engraving job.

That's quite a compliment coming from you.

Do you know what this is?

Oh, yes, I can read it.

Thousand dollar interest bearing gold bond. Why?

- Can you make 'em? - With my eyes closed.

Bad imitation of a thousand franc note.

You'll have to hand out dark glasses to pass these.

I think it'll be simpler to have better reproductions.

That's why we got the best engraver

in or outside of captivity over here.

Oh, yes?

That's all.

I assure you, we're going to get along very well. Very well.

- That depends. - On what?

What do I get?

Thirty percent of all we pass.

Thirty five percent.

It's a deal.

I see you also have a sense for business.

You haven't done so badly yourself.

- Yes, sir? - Lokin?

We'll be ready to roll in a few minutes.

For now, goodbye and good luck.

You mean we're off again?

I was just beginning to like this place.

This place must be forgotten...

'...completely.'

Why don't you pick on someone your size?

Uh, Bergen.

- Hi, neighbor. - You talk too much. Come on.

'Well, Gerard. Was it worth the effort?'

Very much so, I think.

Very much so.

Gave them everything, Chief.

Checked the railroad track where we picked him up.

And it looks as if Torgut Lane

finished his sentence faster outside than inside.

Perhaps. Fingerprints checked?

No, I should've said we shoveled him up.

Not enough fingerprints to make a blot.

Find any connection with Eric Manding?

Just a hunch, that when Manding blasted

into that post office like an amateur

and then practically ran into the patrol wagon.

He wanted to get into that prison to get to Lane.

He did.

You can give the news to the press now.

'And now from Washington, the nation's capital,'

'comes news that gasoline and oil conservation'

'will soon be the order of the day.'

Let's get some music.

'The body of Torgut Lane, escaped convict'

'was found badly mangled, yesterday morning'

'on the tracks of the Missouri Western railroad.'

'It is evident that Lane was cut down by the Missouri Flyer.'

'Lane, the former notorious counterfeiter, who...'

- It's me they're talking about. - That was you.

- Well, who's the guy that... - Nobody you knew.

But I...

What do you fellas use for a heart?

I remember... brains.

Gerard may like a sense of humor. I don't.

Hot dogs, huh?

Sea air.

Dirty kids.

Taking a walk without bumping into a wall.

To think that I once knocked out half a million dollars

of queer money in a Park Avenue penthouse.

That's the first time I was rich.

You won't be this time.

Hello, pal.

I know exactly how you feel.

Come on, Lane.

Well, what kind of a place is this?

Still curious, huh?

No, it's not me, it's the cat.

That's what killed the cat, bud.

- So, you've arrived? - There he is, Martin.

You're Torgut Lane?

That's right.

My mascot.

You both seemed to have had a very trying trip.

Oh, nothing that a saucer of milk, a shower

and a little shut-eye won't cure.

No, it was more like a vacation for me.

We'll take care of all that. Then your vacation will be over.

My work is my hobby, Mr. Martin.

Mm.

One armed bandits, huh?

I see you fellas even grabbed the nickels.

They count up. Now, let me show you your workroom.

Ah, what junkyard did you raid to get this stuff?

Well, give me the head of a pen and a piece of paper

I'll turn out enough queer money for you to balance the budget.

- I hope. - Pleasant thought.

You'll find some extra clothes in here.

A shower.

And you have a very comfortable bed.

You mean, I'm gonna live in here?

No, sir.

At least at the pen I had a view,

it wasn't much, but it was a view.

- Who do you think you are? - Now, just a minute, Bergen.

I think I understand his feelings.

You realize, of course, that this is a hideout.

Hideout or not a man's got to breathe.

Well, your quarters are air conditioned.

Just relax and after a while we'll go over your work.

You're gonna be a very busy man.

Well, you're a strange baby. Wha-what are you for?

Talking to myself.

Think I was still in the jug.

Sorry, pal, I forgot you were here.

You're thin, pal, we'll have to fatten you up.

No doorknob.

And cold rolled steel...

Me locked behind it.

A hideout...

So is a coffin.

Nine, ten.

Three paces larger than my last hotel.

But no genuine partner.

What kinda deal is this anyway?

You shouldn't have tried that, Lane.

Evidently not.

What was all that shooting about?

I thought the... cops were coming in here.

Shooting?

Oh, come along.

So, that's it.

Say, how about squandering some of this out there?

As long as you're with me, you'll be my guest

a discreet one I hope.

Don't worry about that. My days of indiscretion are over.

I don't like the way he's treating him with kid gloves.

- The gloves will come off. - Hmm.

Well, is this where I change guides?

No, just quarters.

There you are. Your girl will love it.

'Gee, you made me look rugged.'

Well, aren't you?

'If you'll return in 20 minutes, your recording will be ready.'

20 minutes? Gee, I've got lot to do.

Well, okay, sister.

Have a talking picture made, send it home.

Not a bad idea.

Step right into that booth, please.

How about you sitting with me?

The last time I had my picture taken by myself

it brought me bad luck.

- I'm sorry. - And I'm heartbroken.

Well, Mr. Martin

I'm having some difficulty with a few customers.

They're complaining about waiting so long for the record.

- I don't see why... - It's not your job to see.

Record is checked for accuracy. We pride ourselves on that.

- Well, I don't see why I... - Those are my final orders.

Oh, you still here?

- Mr. Martin, this man is... - Is annoying me.

- Well, customer or no... - He's not a customer.

He's learning the arcade business.