Machine-Gun Kelly

Good time, honey?

A hundred proof, bottle and bond.

Something funny happened?

Gonna happen.

The cops are gonna find Howard's hat and coat a couple of miles downstream

and gun on one road and magazine on another.

A ditched stolen car.

There'll be no Howard, no Mays and no Kelly.

And no Tommy.

Glad you had a good time.

Teddy Dewa, I wonder what this is all about.

What do you think the place was with us?

I don't know, Harriet, nobody's told me yet.

Just a check.

Officer, well, go ahead, Teddy, dear.

Now you show this nice officer your license.

I don't need your license, sir.

Did you see anything of a 1931 Cadillac,

sedan, black, three men in it?

Did we?

I think we did.

Yes, we did, right up the road, about three miles.

It was at a maroon car.

Well, anyhow, we saw a car with three people in it.

I'm sure we did.

Didn't we, Teddy, dear?

Nope, we didn't see one.

Thank you, sir, sorry you've been delayed.

Honey, you oughtn't to look like that.

You ought to smile pretty.

You know, kitten, I'm gonna get you a nice little white mouse

to play with.

Double?

Your license?

Get out of the car, open up the trunk.

There's something you're looking for.

Maybe I can help you find it.

No, no, give him the keys.

Here, open it yourself.

Seems like you're pushing hard at me, mister.

It makes me think you maybe got a reason.

Go ahead, search the car.

Search us, too.

You think those brass buttons you got give you a hunting

permit on respectable citizens, don't you?

You search them, push them around, eye up their women.

Joe, found the Cadillac sedan about eight miles

northwest of the highway.

Car switch?

No sign yet, but the birds scattered.

This block's canceled.

OK.

I'd like to take you up on your offer.

I really would.

Darling, you trying to push us into a cell?

He was easy.

Cops like to turn you sick scared just by staring at you.

They start you to run it and hide you,

and then they laugh in their fat guts.

They beat the cement with a night stick

to make you run faster.

Well, that might work with booze hounds and bums

and kids stealing apples, but not with me.

Not with me.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Sugar, the cops scared you.

You don't listen to me so good sometimes.

Stop calling me cute names and showing your guarders.

Georgie, you know I don't wear stocking.

You like to be looked at, don't you?

You like to be petted, and you like soft things

like silk, satin, fur for your neck.

You just remember, baby, something soft can choke you

right into a soft death.

Car ready for maize?

Yeah.

They'll reach the highway in about an hour.

You pick them up.

OK.

Uh, gas?

Fill it up.

Wild mountain.

Hey, you got one of those overgrown tomcats

in one of your cages?

No, but it's a real McCoy, George.

Caught him on a little trip about a month ago.

You're a real big game hunter in here.

Time was, before I caught the fever,

before that big striped cat in India savaged me.

Striped cat out of a bottle.

Hey, Harry, they tell me the drunks

have slipped far enough to drink anything with alcohol in it,

even Harrisoni.

You know, you stink of it.

What I say is true.

Don't matter if you believe me.

That's, uh, eight gallons, a buck 60.

That's, uh, $201.60.

Yeah, well, here's a buck six bits.

Keep the change.

$200, George.

You'll get yours when a payoff's made, like everybody else.

It's not the same.

I'm a hired hand, not a partner.

Listen, great white hunter, you take the pennies when I get them

and be glad, or I'll have Flo here slap you silly.

You want me to, Harry?

Think you'd like it?

Oh, slap's better than no touch at all.

I remember African hyenas showed their teeth just like you, too.

Dirty smiling.

Come, George, I'm thirsty.

Leave him alone.

You know, you stink of those mangy animals, too.

Go get us a cup of bottles of pub.

Never mind.

The stink might sweat right through the bottles.

Like to see the big mountain cat, George?

You catch him yourself?

I had a little help.

I guess.

Ah, OK.

Let's see this big fat cat of yours.

Get to near the cage, he's mean.

Oh, like the smell of men.

Where'd you buy him?

Buy him?

I caught him, grabbed him, roped him, tied him off.

You know, lions will try to stare you down if they can.

And if you break, they'll make a try for you.

There was a time once in Kenya, wandered about 200 yards

from camp, no gun, stumbled onto a black maned lion in the scrub,

rose up and faced me.

Well, it was a queer feeling, him looking at me

and me staring right back at him.

And he skins his teeth once, turns around, and walks off.

Harry, you're a liar.

If you say so, George.

You think you could wait him out?

I'm looking at him.

I mean, if he was outside the cage.

Walk back up.

I want my 200 bucks, George.

I'd hate to lose you.

You're a good man with cards.

Give me my money.

I'll leave Mays inside the dragnet.

He's a nervous man like me, and he probably talks a lot.

Pick it up.

Put the locks back on that cage.

You won't be mad at me after, will you, George?

I had to do it.

I got to have that double C note.

I'm just glad to see you got some guts.

Now go ahead.

Let him out.

You do that.

You can keep the two bills.

It's only a scratch.

Come on, get up.

I'm sure you'll pick up Mays.

The big bank hold up.

Bandits get $41,000.

What are you making?

Got a good fortune.

Chinese idol.

What's that stuff?

Jade.

Beautiful stone, isn't it?

You like beautiful things, Howard.

More than anything else in the world.

Get away from him.

Anybody here?

Except Fandango.

Did you keep those pots?

I should have dumped them.

Made me nervous.

Cop stopped me.

If he'd have searched me, we'd all have had it.

You mean you would have had it, don't you, Mays?

What's the sense of keeping these parts?

Breach blocks and pins are like signatures, that's why.

Besides, parts are hard to get.

I'd have hiked the state arsenal for this.

If it's 38 seconds, blindfolded, only 42 seconds more.

Baby can handle a Tommy gun like most men can't even

handle an automatic.

Machine Gun Kelly is my little baby.

Best gun of them all.

That's funny.

I was just thinking, Machine Gun Kelly.

That's a hard nickname to say.

See, what would be short for that?

How about--

Hello.

Well, you're all looking at me.

You must have been worried sick.

And that rough road you had me on just about

shook me to pieces.

Anybody stop you?