The Asphalt Jungle Page #4

No trouble about the first, eh?

Wait a minute.

This remains to be seen.

The helpers will be paid off

like housepainters.

They'll be told nothing

about the size of the take.

Sometimes, men get greedy.

Well, how many helpers do you need?

- Only three.

A box man.

Him, we pay most.

Maybe $25,000.

I got a guy for you. Louis Ciavelli.

Best box man west of Chicago.

Expert mechanic.

Been in some very big capers.

From what I hear, he can open a safe

like the back of a watch. Only, he costs.

Then we need a topnotch driver,

in case of a rumble.

He should get 10,000.

And finally, sad to say,

we need a hooligan.

Most of these fellas are drug addicts.

They're a no-good lot.

Violence is all they know,

but they are, unfortunately, necessary.

For a more or less reliable man,

I'd say 15,000.

Well, that's 50,000 in all.

How...?

How's this take to be handled?

Get in touch with the best fences

in the Midwest...

...and deal with whoever makes

the highest offer.

Maybe no one fence

can handle the whole thing.

In that case, we deal with two or three.

Half a million, eh?

I...

I'm just thinking.

If I decide to go into this thing, I...

I, myself, I might handle the...

You, a fence, Mr. Emmerich?

Oh, no, no, Cobby. Not exactly.

But your proposition looks pretty good.

I'd like to see the most made of it.

Oh, I suppose a fella should stick

to his own trade...

...but I know some big men that might

not be averse to a deal like this...

...if they're properly approached.

Highly respectable men, I might add.

So why don't you let me see what I can do

before you look for a fence.

A few days wouldn't make

much difference to you, I don't suppose.

Might mean a lot more money for all of us.

Good. There's just one thing.

I dislike to mention it, but...

...I've just come from prison and...

- Well, of course.

Cobby will be glad to advance you

anything you need.

See that you have a place to stay. Cobby?

- Well, you bet your life.

And I got some fancy phone numbers

for you too, Doc.

What's it like, a man of your taste,

seven years behind the walls?

Not too bad.

It's a matter of temperament.

I cause no trouble.

The prison authorities appreciate that.

They made me assistant librarian.

I'm afraid I wouldn't make a model prisoner.

After this job, it's Mexico for me.

I'll live like a king.

Mexican girls are very pretty.

I'll have nothing to do all day long

but chase them in the sunshine.

You've been very kind, sir.

- Good night. Good night.

Mr. Emmerich.

- Cobby.

What's the big idea, standing there

staring at me, Uncle Lon?

Don't call me 'Uncle Lon.'

I thought you liked it.

Maybe I did.

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