Public Enemies Page #4

roams the wilds pursued

by the hounds of justice.

And in Geneva, the League of Nations

voted the USSR full membership.

According to the bank

teller, Barbara Patzke,

this is John Dillinger's coat.

It's made by Shragge

Quality out of St. Louis.

Price, $35, windproof

Thank you, Agent Baum.

Agents in our offices

across the country

are identifying every store in the

United States that sold this overcoat.

Then we will cross-reference

every Dillinger associate

at locales where

that coat was sold.

He was in a place.

He got cold. He bought a coat.

Unless he was traveling through,

he was being harbored nearby.

If he returns, we will be there.

It is by such methods that our

Bureau will get John Dillinger.

Now, Doris,

would you please contact

the Chicago area telephone

exchange supervisors. There are six.

Request appointments for

Carter Baum and myself.

Gentlemen,

shortly you will be provided

Thompson submachine guns, BARs

and a.351 Winchester

semi-automatic rifle.

We are pursuing hardened

killers. They will be dangerous.

And those of you who aren't

prepared for that should go.

And if you are going

to go, please go now.

This is a phone call conversation

from a car dealership

from 27 minutes ago.

Harry Berman.

When you drop it, leave

the keys on the floorboard.

I got a DeSoto.

Okay.

Interior's no good.

How did we get to Berman?

Off the Dillinger coat.

The coat was bought

in Cicero, lllinois,

a few doors down from

Berman's dealership.

Now, we know Berman. He's been supplying

cars to the Syndicate since Capone.

When Dillinger bought that coat,

he must have been at

Berman's switching cars.

As soon as they call to drop

the DeSoto, we'll tail it.

I want men on this...

around the clock.

May I check your coat, sir?

Yes, thank you.

You ran out on me.

You left me standing

on the sidewalk.

If you're gonna be my girl,

you're gonna have to swear to me

that you'll never ever do that again.

Hey, I'm not your girl.

Brown overcoat.

And I'm not

gonna say that.

I'm waiting.

So am I.

"I'm never gonna run out on

you ever again." Say the words.

No.

My coat.

Well, I ain't ever gonna run

out on you, and that's a promise.

Well, I want to run

out of here, so, lady...

Hit the road, sport.

Keep the tip.

You ain't getting other people's

hats and coats no more neither.

Why'd you do that?

'Cause you're with me now.

I don't know anything about you.

I was raised on a farm

in Mooresville, Indiana.

My mama died when I was 3.

My daddy beat the hell out of me 'cause

he didn't know no better way to raise me.

I like baseball, movies, good

clothes, fast cars, whiskey and you.

What else you need to know?

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