High Sierra Page #3

- Out fishing.

That's about all they do.

They never catch any,

but they keep fishing.

Yeah, he certainly is spoiled.

Look at him. He knows we're

talking about him.

I feel pretty good this morning.

I felt rotten last night.

Nothing like a good night's sleep.

You ought to get out in the sun.

Do you good.

Where I been, they didn't

let me out in the sun.

Afraid I might spoil

my girlish complexion.

Must be terrible to be in prison.

Some are worse than others.

You get a mean guard on you...

...unless you got what it takes,

might as well climb tier 2 and jump.

- Some of them did.

- I don't get you.

Top of the cell block. It's a 40-foot drop,

and you land on concrete.

I saw a guy take a dive once.

He made quite a splash.

Yeah. That must be awful.

He just didn't have what it takes.

I was doing it too,

but I got a break.

How was it?

I mean, knowing you're in for life.

- I should think you go crazy.

- Yeah. Yeah, lots of them do.

I was always thinking

about a crash-out.

I tried it at the prison farm,

where they sent me...

...but the fix blew up and a screw put

the blast on me.

The worst of it was, they

sent me back behind those big walls.

We were just getting ready for another

crash-out when my pardon came.

Yeah, I get it.

You always hope you can get out.

That sort of keeps you going.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, that's it.

You got it.

Well, I'll get you some more coffee.

Well, thanks for the chow.

You see that fella over there?

He better watch his steps...

...because that dog's got the hex

on him for sure.

Gonna put the evil eye

on him?

Yes, sir, the evil eye.

That little old dog's got the evilest eye.

His left eye just shines in the dark,

just like a cat's eye.

Algernon, if it's in the dark,

how do you know which eye is which?

Come on, Mendoza.

We playing cards or taking a nap?

I'm sorry.

My mind was not on the game.

That's for me. Thanks, Louis.

Dumb luck. Just plain dumb luck.

If you wouldn't kick so much,

you'd do better.

- It's all in the cards.

- That's right.

Oh, Roy, this here's Louis Mendoza.

Delighted, Mr. Earle.

Come on, Mendoza,

let's finish out this hand.

That's a baby!

There's that dumb luck again.

I can't beat it.

What's it look like at the hotel?

How soon do we go?

Oh, it won't be long now.

The visiting season is starting up north...

...and all the big shots have

been making reservations.

This is the layout.

I don't know.

Babe and I kind of figured

our best getaway was over the pass.

Nobody will expect us to cross

the Sierras to go to L.A.

Suppose it should blow up a storm?

If the pass got blocked up, then what?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, by the way, I dropped in

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