Raw Deal

This is the day.

This is the day.

The last time I shall drive up to these gates.

These iron bars that keep the man I love

locked away from me.

Tonight he breaks out of these walls.

It's all set... 11:30.

That's the word I'm bringing him.

I don't know which sounds louder.

My heels or my heart.

It's always this way when I go to see...

- Joe Sullivan. - Yeah.

You're okay.

Thank you.

You'll have to wait a couple of minutes.

He's got another visitor with him.

Is that official?

No, I probably have no business telling you

but I wanted you to know.

Um-hm! How long have you been with that lawyer of mine?

Oh, since a little before your trial. Just about a year.

Not 'just about a year'. It has been a year.

So you think if I keep my nose clean and my teeth brushed,

then maybe you can get me a parole

out of this rat-trap in two or...

Was it three years?

More likely three.

That's fine.

Would you wait three years for me?

Would I...

Well I...

I didn't mean you particularly.

Any dame.

I don't know. That would depend.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would.

What ever happened to that messenger boy,

that flunky down at the office?

Roy? He's still there.

You running all his errands for him now?

I have always been interested in your case

since we handled it.

You must be. This is the third time now.

Second!

You counting them?

My time is about up.

If I can be of any help, write me at 105, Rochester.

I wish you'd work on that parole.

- Think about it. - Yeah, sure. Sure I will.

Next time you come up, don't wear that perfume.

Why not?

It doesn't help a guy's good behavior.

Okay, Ms. Martin.

You may go in now, Ms. Cameron.

Hey, Sullivan!

You have another visitor. You got five minutes left.

- Hi. - Hi.

A girl can't trust a guy

even when he's locked up in the pen.

Ah.. turn off the green lights. You remember her.

How could I forget her?

She practically sat in your lap all through the trial.

You don't have to wait any longer.

When?

Tonight.

11:30.

Rick's got everything set.

He's okay.

He ought to be. You took the rap for him.

Hey... Hey, none of that now.

- What are the plans? - Voices up!

Keep your voices up!

You'll, uh, hardly notice any change in the place.

Everything is just as it was before.

Good. I'm glad to hear it.

I think it's really perfect.

All my friends do too. Especially Rick.

Rick? Well... he ought to know.

Well, if I uh... If I need anything,

I know where I can reach you.

And, uh, thanks!

Thanks a lot for coming up.

Oh heck! You don't have to thank me for anything, Joe.

- Joe, be careful. - Sure, sure, I'll be careful.

I want to breathe.

That's why I want out of this place.

Sol can take a deep breath again.

I still don't get it, Rick.

Springing Joe clear.

When he finds out you crossed him

on the Spokane Mills job, he'll come gunning!

Ow! Boss!

Explain it to him, Fantail.

I don't get it either. Only, I ain't asking questions.

Have you ever tried to make a jailbreak, Spider?

- No. - You're smart.

Tell me what's the percentage

of a guy getting out of his cell without getting cut down?

- One in 1000. - Good.

Gives him 999 chances of being cut down.

Supposing he makes that,

what are his chances of getting over the wall?

- Well... - One in 10,000?

Yeah.

Now you're getting better than Einstein.

Now, supposing he makes that,

they'll throw a drag net around the town,

and he still has 1,000 miles of open country

between him and Frisco.

Yeah, there's your chances. Add them up for yourself.

You always got somebody else

to pull the trigger for you, don't you?

- Even the cops. - Why not?

It's legal, besides, I like to help my friends.

So, I grease open the first door.

And, even the second.

I'm really nice to Joe. I like him and Pat.

I open up three doors, and let him take his chances.

Like a ton of bricks.

He was screaming he wanted out.

When a man screams, I don't like it.

Especially a friend.

He might scream loud enough for the D.A. to hear.

I don't want to hurt the D.A's ears.

He's sensitive.

Waiting...

Waiting...

All my life it seems as if I've been waiting for Joe.

Joe...

Joe, be careful.

Careful...

You're okay baby.

Stuff fits perfect.

Why not? I guess I ought to know your size by now, Joe.

Joe, it's so good to be close to you again.

Hey, hey, stay on that wheel.

Got to keep ahead of that dragnet.

- Where's the map? - In the shirt pocket.

Gotta be at Third and Park at 11:42.

We'll make it.

Joe, Joe look inside the bag.

There are two passports and tickets for Panama.

We're sailing from Frisco in three days.

Three days?

- It's kind of tight. - The only boat I could get.

How about Rick?

When do I meet him?

Day after tomorrow, Crescent City.

Good.

You're wonderful baby.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Remember to tell me later. With gestures.

What's that? The motor?

Well it can't be, I just had it tuned.

Well, don't tell me you didn't have sense

enough to fill it up.

I may be nuts about you, Joe, but I'm not crazy.

There's your answer, someone got the gas tank.

Joe, what are we going to do?

We're gonna ditch it baby, ditch it. It's no good.

Two tickets for heaven and we get stuck in this burg.

This is the place.

We should have been out of town by this time.

But, now we're stuck here.

Our only chance is to hide out somewhere.

Joe has a plan.

I don't like it.

208.

After that whiff of perfume, I couldn't wait three years.

Joe!

What are you doing here?

- How did you get... - Uh. Uh. Mustn't touch.

Joe, how did you...

Hear police calls on that radio?

- Is that for you? - Yeah.

Had the whole brass band out.

Including fireworks.

Quite a kick off.

Joe this is crazy. It's insane.

And is still at large.

Repeat. The escapee is Joseph Emmett Sullivan.

Six feet one. Sandy red hair, blue eyes.

Known to have changed clothes.

He is desperate. Armed. All cars broadcast.

That is all.

Joe you don't stand a ghost of a chance.

Falling sharp. Car 12.

On US 50 going east toward Pueblo.

Gray Plymouth Sedan.

Escaped convict reported in it. That is all.

Good. They're starting to run in circles.

That means Spokane next.

I'll bring you up to date, baby.

There's a dragnet as tight as your fist around this town.

I need a hide out for a couple of days and I need...

Joe, your best bet is to go back.

- Go back? - Turn yourself in.

Are you kiddin'?

It's still not too late.

Before you get in too deep, let me call the police.

You think, after the mess I went through,