Dillinger

Three, four, five and six.

Don't hurry like that. I don't want any mistakes made with my money.

If you make mistakes with my money, I'll take my business elsewhere.

You wouldn't like that, would you, dearie?

No, ma'am.

What are you smiling at me for like that, young man?

I don't believe I know you.

No, ma'am, but whenever I see money, I smile that way.

You've got a nice smile, too, Miss.

- I'd like to withdraw my entire account. Your entire account?

- Yes, ma'am, the whole thing. And your name?

- John. John Dillinger. - (TELLER SCREAMS)

Hi, everybody, hold it right where you are. This is a robbery.

Charley, get that back vault. Harry, clear up the counters.

- Watch them, Homer. - Let go.

- Everybody on your stomachs now! - (FIRES GUN)

- When I say it, I mean it! Now! - (FIRES GUN)

You, Miss, turn over! This ain't no board of directors' meeting.

- Get in there. Don't nobody get nervous.

Ain't got nothing to fear.

You're being robbed by the John Dillinger gang, the best there is.

These few dollars you lose here today

are going to buy you stories to tell your children and great-grandchildren.

This could be one of the big moments in your life.

Don't make it your last.

# We're in the money

# We've got a lot of what it takes to get along

# We're in the money

# The skies are sunny

# Old man depression, you are through, you've done us wrong

# We never see a headline

# About a breadline today

# And when we see the landlord

# We can look that guy right in the eye

# We're in the money

# Come on, my honey

# Let's spend it, lend it, send it

# Rolling along

# We never see a headline

# About a breadline today

# And when we see the landlord

# We can look that guy right in the eye

# We're in the money

# Come on, my honey

# Let's spend it, lend it, send it

# Rolling along... #

'On June 17th, 1933, in Kansas City,

'five of my finest men were ambushed

'escorting convicted bank robber Frank Nash to the federal penitentiary.

'My men died like dogs in the gutter, and I swore personal vengeance.

'Mr Hoover told me he wanted these rats that did it exterminated.

'And that was my only job.

'Charles Arthur "Pretty Boy" Floyd.

'George "Machine Gun" Kelly.

'Lester "Baby Face" Nelson.

'Wilbur Underhill, the "Tri-State Terror".

'Handsome Jack Klutas.

'And of course, John Dillinger.'

Homer Van Meter, Harry Pierpont, Charley Mackley, the old man,

that's the Dillinger gang.

Of course, there are others, but those four are the ones who would stay.

We can't touch Dillinger, no federal offence.

Doesn't deserve to be there.

I don't want anybody up there I can't legally shoot.

Shoot Dillinger and we'll figure out a way to make it legal.

OK.

- Want a cigar, Sam? - No, they're not good for you.

I like a Montecristo. They're wonderful.

Of course, I don't smoke these all the time,

you know, they cost half a dollar apiece.

Well, I hope not.

- You know who gave me these cigars? - No.

Ray Caffrey give them to me

just before he got his head blown off in Kansas City.

They were for my birthday.

And I intend to smoke one of these over each of those men's dead bodies.

I ain't crazy, Johnny.

There was a fat little bank here back in '25.

The whole county was rich.

Everything was here in '25, weren't it, Charley?

Shut up, Eddie. You're paid to drive the car.

Charley Mackley's robbed more banks than you'll ever see in your life,

so shut up and drive the car.

Hi, there.

I said, "Hi, there."

- I heard you the first time. - Oh, you did, huh?

You work here?

Hm-hm... I sure ain't in it for the pleasure.

Nice fella.

When did the bank close down?

Hm-mm, when they run out of money. What do you think?

Everything just up and disappeared, huh?

What do you want to know for?

Well, me and these here friends of mine are on a three-state crime spree.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

- Except we can't find no banks. - That breaks my heart.

It's turning into a radio show.

Worse yet, we're running out of gas looking for one.

Now, you fill that car up, you understand?

Fill it yourself.

I said fill it up.

Oh, what you gonna do now, Homer?

You can't do that.

Do something! What are you doing, huh? Huh?

- This son of a bitch is crazy. - What are you doing?

Just give him some money and let's get out of here.

He's gonna do it.

Here, I don't want your damn gas anyway.

What did you give him the money for, Homer?

Son of a bitch.

Step on it, I got his gumball machine.

Step on it, Eddie!

Who do you think I look like?

Well, you look like Douglas Fairbanks, as a matter of fact.

- Can I have my drink back? - They don't serve Indians in here.

- You said you's an Indian. - Yeah, I'm half Indian.

The other half's French and that side drinks.

Hey, you.

- Who do you think you are, anyhow? - Gone.

I'm Douglas Fairbanks. Sure as you're standing there, that's who I am.

OK, you're Douglas Fairbanks.

You don't know who in the hell I am, do you?

Look, pal. You can be whoever you want.

As far as I'm concerned, you're Douglas Fairbanks.

- Who? - Douglas Fairbanks.

Wrong!

- I'm John Dillinger! - Sure you are.

- Stand here. - (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Put it up here! I'm John Dillinger!

Now stand up here. Put your money on the bar.

Come on, get it up here!

I don't like waiting around, you know.

Come on, Miss, get up here.

Dump it out. Now get over there on the floor.

- Er, you want me to get down? - Shut up!

Don't you ever do nothing? Can't you listen?

- What's your name? - Billie.

Billie Frechette.

- You're gonna come with me. - Whatever you say.

Get down!

You get down there and get that money off the bar.

All of you, look at my face, you sons of bitches.

You're gonna remember this face.

I'm John Dillinger.

You're gonna pick up your newspaper tomorrow and be reading it.

And you're gonna see my face.

I'm John Dillinger.

And I don't want you to ever forget it.

Give me that money.

Thanks.

That's mine! I won $10.

This here is Harry Pierpont.

Homer Van Meter. Charley Mackley.

That's Eddie, he's the driver.

Thieves and killers.

- You heard of them? - Sure.

This is Billie Frechette, she's an Indian. Don't ever give her a drink.

That's some dish.

Douglas Fairbanks, huh?

You stay there, is that clear?

- That clear? - Yes.

That Indian's got beautiful legs.

Yeah, I like them fine.

Well, I don't care what they look like.

John picks up some broad in the street, brings her up here.

I don't know who she is. I don't like it and I don't trust it.

Easy for you to talk, you've got Mary with you.

What's a man supposed to do, huh?

I rob banks for a living. What do you do?

Dillinger makes a fool of himself over broads.

Treats them like movie stars.

I don't trust a man that makes a fool of himself over women.

He's a fool for love. Dealer takes three.

Don't give me that dime-a-dance crap. You're a whore.

Don't call me that.

Nobody's going to look down on you for something like that.

Whoring's the oldest profession in the world.

There were whores before there were bank robbers.

Nothing to be ashamed about, if you get the right price.

- Don't do that again. - Don't call me that, then.

What, whore?

- Bitch! - (SCREAMS)

You see what I mean, huh? Huh?

Yeah. No discipline. He lets himself go too easily.

I don't trust it.

One of these days, a broad's gonna let him down.

A broad always does.

'John Dillinger was still out of my jurisdiction.

'I'd get my chance at him,

'but there were plenty of other public rats on the federal list,

'and they had to be cleared out first.

'One of these was Wilbur Underhill, also known as the Tri-State Terror.

'He'd gotten married in Illinois the previous night

'and was enjoying his honeymoon holed up in an abandoned farmhouse

'surrounded by state police and federal agents.

'I arrived late,

'but had the intentions of delivering my wedding present personally.'

- Hi, Sam. - Sir.

How long since you seen him?

Well, he shot two state cops about a half-hour ago.