Dillinger Page #2

- 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 b*tches.

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 has 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.

What, whore?

B*tch.

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 is 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.

We fired for 15 minutes straight.

Must be 2,000 rounds in there.

What about the girl?

- She's in there.

She's gotta be dead, too.

Vest.

What?

- Vest. Get me a vest.

Gloves.

Automatic.

I can't get to my cigar.

Hey, Willie, come on. Let's go.

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