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, the whole thing.

- And your name?

John. John Dillinger.

Everybody, hold it right where you are.

This is a robbery.

Charley, the back vault.

Harry, clear the counters.

Watch them, Homer.

- Let go.

Everybody on your stomachs.

When I say it, I mean it. Now.

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'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.

Doesrt 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, not good for you.

I like a Montecristo.

They're wonderful.

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

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 mers 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,

werert it, Charley?

Shut up, Eddie.

You're paid to drive the car.

Charley Mackley's robbed more

banks than you'll ever see,

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

Nice fella.

When did the bank close down?

Hm-hmm, when they run out of money.

What do you think?

Everything just up and disappeared, huh?

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