Dillinger Page #3

OK, great, chief.

That was the most courageous

thing I've ever seen in my life.

Guts. Sheer guts.

How did the broad get it?

- He did it. Couldrt go without her.

That makes another one for you, Mr Purvis.

J Edgar Hoover will get

another feather in his hat.

Another scalp.

My cigar's gone out.

Well, if nothing gets in our way,

we'll be in Tucson by Tuesday night.

Get all the rooms in one hotel

but on different floors.

Have Billie check in an hour

later and the rest the next day.

If we all come in there together

it'll look like a convention.

What's wrong with her?

- She isn't going.

She wants to go to her mother

on the Indian reservation.

Well, what the hell's the matter

with her? That's all I need.

Billie. Billie, look at me.

Come on, look at Harry.

So you had a fight, huh? Huh?

Mary and I have fights.

- She ain't going.

Does John know that?

- No.

Well, I ain't gonna tell him.

Go on, get out of here.

I got a bank to rob. How do I look?

Oh, you look gorgeous.

Be careful, Harry, huh?

Get out of here.

Let's make a little withdrawal.

Let's hit it.

Hey, Billy. Billy, wait for me.

Stay where you are, Eddie.

Oh, Jesus, God, we're in trouble.

Stay calm, Eddie. They'll be out.

- Come on, come on.

Hold on, Eddie.

Jesus, Harry, let's go. Goddamn it.

Come on, Eddie, let's go.

- Move it, let's go.

Let's get out of here. Let's go.

Goddamn it. Come on.

I'm OK, I'm OK.

- Get over here.

Hang on.

- Get the police.

Somebody get the police.

Eddie, just take it easy.

Eddie, watch it.

Get out of here, Eddie.

Get out of there,

you stupid son of a b*tch.

There's Harry.

Come on, Harry, goddamn it.

Down. Get down.

Leave, John, forget him.

Charley.

Get in.

Shut up.

Dillinger killed his first

man in East Chicago.

A bank guard named O'Malley.

And from now on,

there was no turning back.

His gang split up and fled

west to lick their wounds.

And, as of yet, they had

committed no federal crime.

But I knew then that I'd

get him sooner or later.

I had the time. Time was

one thing I had plenty of.

When you bury me, Johnny,

put a name with me.

I don't just want to...

go under without no name.

Bullet went right through

your stomach, Charley.

If it hit a bone,

you'd really be in trouble.

I don't just want to go under with no name.

Come on, you ain't going nowhere.

I put no name on this grave...

...because Charley Mackley

was a well-known man.

His name is like that of...

Butch Cassidy.

Sam Bass.

Cole Younger.

Jesse James.

I put a name on this grave,

some old coot will come along someday...

...and just dig up old Charley's

bones and sell them to tourists.

That's why there ain't

no name on this grave.

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