White Heat (1949)

[bunniefuu]

Conductor didn't wanna

play. How's this guy?

Nice and willing.

Stop the train and let us off.

When we tell you.

Ed, Cotton, when we get the

train on the spur, start hopping. Go.

- Zuckie, you know what to do?

- Sure. I throw the switch and beat it back...

All right, just do

it. Stop the gabbing.

All right. This is

where we want off.

Stop it right here.

Get away from those controls.

What's this, a holdup?

No, no. You're seven minutes

late. We're just changing engineers.

A lot fancier than my old

coal burner on the C&O.

Shut up!

Open up and you won't get hurt.

Sounds bad, Cody.

Why don't you give

him my address too?

Only the Treasury stuff!

Hurry up, boys. Get in there.

- You won't get away with it, Cody.

- Cody, huh?

- Go get the car started.

- You got it.

You've got a good memory for names.

Too good.

Zuckie got scalded.

Come on, let's get out of here.

A week has passed since

bandits jumped a mail train...

...coming out of the

High Sierra Tunnel...

...and fled with $300,000 in

federal currency, leaving four dead.

Treasury authorities now believe...

...that the g*ng has

escaped to Arizona...

...where today a bank was

raided and two tellers k*lled...

...with the same

cold-bloodedness that characterized...

Now we're supposed to be in Arizona.

Any place would be better than this.

We gotta blow out of here.

Cody calls charging

roadblocks unscientific.

It ain't safe having a crackpot giving

orders. About time somebody took over.

- Who, for instance?

- A very good friend of mine, me.

Where do you want the body sent?

Been golfing, Ed?

We got a sack full of dough and we're

holed up here like a bunch of gophers.

When we moving out?

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in the spring.

I'll give it a lot of thought.

All right?

Mm.

Smells good, Ma.

If you're getting hungry, I

could do with some help, son.

Verna.

Help Ma with the groceries.

Verna.

Well, if it ain't

the sleeping beauty.

What else does a girl

do around this bear trap?

There's plenty you can do without

wearing out the mattress.

It's the only place I don't freeze.

I've been cold for a week,

Cody. Not even a fire.

Who's gonna see a little bit of

smoke a hundred miles from nowhere?

- Help Ma with the grub.

- Cody.

He's getting worse. He needs a doc.

When the time comes.

- Want some coffee, Ed?

- Thanks, Verna.

Let him get it himself.

My wife don't wait on nobody.

You know something, Verna?

If I turned my back long

enough for Big Ed to put a hole in it...

...there'd be a hole in it.

Big Ed. Great Big Ed. Heh.

Know why they call him that?

Because his ideas are big.

Someday he's gonna get a

really big one about me.

And it'll be his last.

That's the second

one he's had in a month.

He's nuts, just like his old man.

It's these mountains, Cody.

It's not good for

you, cold all the time.

You can't breathe the air.

Let's get out, son.

It's going. It's going.

- It's going?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

It's like having a...

It's like having a red-hot

buzz saw inside my head.

- No. No, not yet, son.

- Hmm?

Don't let them see you like

that. Might give some of them ideas.

Yeah.

Always thinking about

your Cody, aren't you?

That's right.

Top of the world, son.

Don't know what I'd

do without you, Ma.

Mm.

- Better?

- Mm.

- Yeah.

- Now go on out. Show them you're all right.

What are you all gaping at?

And I thought I told you to

help Ma with the groceries.

Cody. Hey, Cody. There's

a storm coming.

Every road's gonna be

blocked, the guy said.

What guy?

- On the radio.

- How long did he give it?

- Tonight.

- Oh. That's just what I've been waiting for.

- Is everything packed?

- We've been packed for a week.

You sure it's safe, Cody?

A storm keeps everybody busy.

Now, clean up this place, and clean it up

right. And don't leave any calling cards.

I told you to keep

away from that radio.

If that battery is

dead, it'll have company.

It's your suitcase, Cody.

Why don't you keep it all?

You're cute. Come here.

Why don't you?

We could travel, buy things.

- That's what money's for.

- Hmm.

- I look good in a mink

coat, honey. - Mm-hm.

You'd look good in a shower curtain.

We're pals, Cotton.

You'll see that I get away all

right, see that I get to a doc?

Sure, sure, Zuckie.

All set.

- Cody?

- Yeah?

I was pretty good back there

on the train, huh, Cody?

- Pretty good for my first job, huh?

- Yeah, you were great.

You won't leave me

here. You'll take me with you?

We can't take any chance of being

picked up with you in the car.

We'll send a doc right away.

You're gonna let me die.

Cotton?

Cotton, don't leave me.

Suppose they find him,

Cody? You know how Zuckie talks.

He won't talk. Cotton.

You meant what you

said about sending a doc?

Yeah, sure. A specialist. You.

Here, if you're such a pal of

his, go back and make it easy for him.

Go.

Rest easy, Ma. We're 300 miles from

the tunnel. What have they got?

A corpse without a record.

Nothing to tie him in with

the tunnel job or us.

Don't make a sound,

Zuckie. It's me, Cotton.

Look, I'll try to come back.

- Here's some cigarettes, huh?

- Thanks, Cotton.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Ed, we'll separate. Go east until you hit

the highway and double back over the bridge.

Stay on dirt roads

all the way. You hear?

Hope I didn't get you up here on

a wild-goose chase, Mr. Evans.

Geese we're looking

for are pretty wild.

A couple of hunters found him

frozen up in the mountains.

We started wondering. Stranger,

b*llet hole in the roof of the cabin...

...particularly the condition

of his face. Tell him, doc.

Despite the third-degree burn, the

eyebrows and hairline weren't even singed.

That means either

boiling water or steam.

So we thought of a steam engine.

Hmm, good hunch. Get me his clothes.

Ernie.

Get his fingerprints and

take a mask of his face.

Here you are, Mr. Evans.

Nothing in the pockets but

this pack of cigarettes.

So like you told me, Mr.

Evans, I made the rounds for a month.

Drifting, kind of. Not too eager.

You know, just dropping

a word in the right ear...

...that I'm interested in

picking up a few odd dollars.

Not a buck from the

tunnel job showed up.

They haven't buried it in tin

cans, Willie. Keep looking.

Okay.

I'll go out the back

way, if you don't mind.

If any of the boys spotted me coming

up here, I'd be in a real jam.

- Did you get anything out of Willie?

- A blank.

This will cheer you up, Phil. Spectrograph

of dirt from the tunnel.

Spectrograph of dust deposits taken

from the dead man's clothes.

No doubt about it.

They're identical.

It all adds up and places our friend in

the morgue right at the scene of the crime.

Oh, looks like we're in business.

From Washington.

"Have no fingerprint

record, dead man."

Well, that's one I never

expected. Dead man, dead end.

"But prints on

cellophane of cigarette package...

...belong Giovanni 'Cotton' Valetti.

Known member, Jarrett g*ng."

And I thought you were

never gonna talk, baby.

- Where's Ma?

- She went to the market.

- Which one?

- She don't tell me those details.

What difference does it make?

I'll tell you what difference it

makes. They've got Zuckie in a morgue upstate.

- T-men tied him in with us

on the tunnel job. - What?

Yeah. We're all as hot as pistols.

I don't know how they did it.

Somebody must have tipped them.

It's always "somebody tipped

them," never "the cops are smart."

We had enough food for a

week. What'd she have to go out for?

You like strawberries, don't you? Well,

she just had to get some for her boy.

Evans speaking.

Her car is parked

outside pointing west.

Good. I'll be down there right away.

Now, there'll be a

marker on the rear bumper.

Mm-hm, that's what

I thought, Mr. Evans.

Where Ma goes, Cody goes.

We'll use the ABC method.

I'm B.

I'll keep first position behind

suspect on Arango Boulevard.

Two-two-seven,

you're A.

You drive parallel on Lattimer.

Okay.

Three-two-three, you're

C. The same on Fairchild.

- Got that?

- Okay.

Suspect proceeding dead

ahead on Arango Boulevard.

Approaching Bakeman.

Suspect turned north on Bakeman.

C, pick her up at Fairchild.

A will take your position.

Got her. Traveling dead

ahead on Bakeman, 20 miles an hour.

Suspect turning west on Calhoun.

C, proceed dead ahead.

- Take position on the right.

- Right.

A...

- ...pick her up on Calhoun.

- Roger.

Got her. Going due west

about 30 miles per hour.

Hold the phone.

She's turning left on Cling.

Let her go. C, cut

over fast to Arango.

- Cover her on the left.

- Okay.

A, proceed dead ahead.

I'll pick her up when

she crosses Fairchild.

Get around it.

A, C, cut into

Fairchild. I've lost her.

Down there.

- Come in, C.

- That's a dead spot, Phil.

It would be. Turn

around. We'll go back.

Hold it.

Come in, A.

Come in, C.

Beat it up the hill

and call the others.

- You're not gonna tackle him alone.

- I'll just keep an eye on him. Hurry.

What's the use of having money if you

gotta run every time somebody sees a shadow?

It's just a feeling I had,

Cody. I could have been wrong.

Your hunches are never wrong,

Ma. We'll leave the sedan.

That's the car they're looking for.

You bring the bags

and I'll get the coupe.

You're not going anywhere, Jarrett. Put

your hands up where I can see them.

Get those bags in and get in fast.

Down the highway, Ernie.

Happens every night.

Ruins the movie.

Peanuts? Popcorn?

Peanuts. Popcorn.

k*ll that.

This is great. Where do we

go after the second feature?

You're staying put. I'm

the only one going anyplace.

- Where, Cody?

- Gonna give myself up.

What are you talking

about? You haven't a chance.

Four dead. It's the

gas chamber for sure.

You think I'm dumb enough to

give myself up to the T-men?

What's the difference? You walk into

the cops and they turn you over.

Remember a guy named Scratch Morton?

Yeah. Little guy on the lam from

Illinois. You had a talk with him one night.

- That's the one.

- I remember, Cody.

Knocked over a hotel

payroll in Springfield?

- The night we pulled

the tunnel job. - Uh-huh.

Handy, huh?

Talk plain, son.

I pulled that Springfield

heist, not Scratch Morton.

I'm going up to Illinois and take a

state rap. I'll get two years at the most.

When you get out, they'll be

waiting for you for the tunnel job.

What tunnel job? While those hoodlums were

k*lling innocent people on the train...

...I was pushing in

a hotel in Springfield.

Couldn't be in both

places at once, could I?

Little thing I cooked up before

we pulled the tunnel job.

You're the smartest there is, Cody.

Sure, it's smart, but what about

me? What do I do for the next two years?

The same as you did before

he married you.

You'd better not,

baby. I'll be back.

I'll be waiting for you,

honey. You can trust me.

If the T-men pick you up, you don't

know a thing, haven't seen me in months.

Ma, you do all the talking.

- I can handle them.

- Verna, you cry a little, like you're sad.

- How you gonna make it to Illinois?

- Private plane. Don't worry.

Here, Ma.

Goodbye.

Be kind of a break to get rid

of me for a while, won't it?

I'll be around, Cody.

I told you, I was just

trying to cheer up Verna.

She's been lonesome all this

time, missing Cody so much.

So I went to the market to buy

her things for a real spread.

Thought it'd make her feel

better. That so, Verna?

Yet as soon as you returned to the

auto court, you left again. Why?

Because we decided to

go to a movie instead.

- What theater? -

San Val Drive-In.

- What picture?

- Task Force.

Exciting. Verna liked it a lot.

Cody like it?

How could he?

I told you, Cody hasn't been

in California for months.

Heh, I suppose he shot me all

the way from another state.

What makes you think he shot

you? Lots of people have g*ns.

I was as close to

him as I am to you.

Anybody else see him?

Just you. And his wife.

Of course, being an old woman, I

wouldn't know much about the law...

...but I hear you got to have

witnesses to make anything stand up in court.

You see Cody last night, Verna?

Makes you the only

one, Mr. Evans, doesn't it?

Seems to. If Cody's been out

of California for months...

...I suppose he couldn't possibly have engineered

that train robbery six weeks ago.

Mr. Evans, I'm not going to sit here and

hear you accuse my boy without proof.

Besides, I know my

rights. You can't keep us here.

You got nothing on us.

All right, Mrs. Jarrett.

That'll be all now.

That's better.

Come on, Verna.

Stop crying. Nobody's

going to hurt you.

Mr. Fallon just arrived

from the airport.

Send him right in.

Hello, Phil. How's the arm?

- I'll live. Hey, you're looking good.

- Yeah? Heh.

It's that prison diet. Great

chef in San Quentin. I hated to leave.

You did a whale of a job.

Ah, most talkative little

con I ever shared a cell with.

That whole syndicate comes

up for trial in a few weeks.

Now, what's that?

You put it on a pole, wind a

spool of silk thread around it...

...and you hold the

pole over the water.

Then you sit under a

nice shady tree and relax.

After a while, a hungry fish comes

along, takes a nip at your hook...

...and you've got dinner.

For the next two weeks, I'm not

gonna think about anything...

...except the eternal

struggle between man and fish.

I've been promised a

vacation. You remember?

Sorry, Hank, that's out.

Phil, look at me. College

degree, lovable personality...

...and I spend most

of my time in prison.

An undercover specialist. Eight

sentences in five years.

Dannemora, Sing Sing, Leavenworth.

I joined the department to

put criminals behind bars...

...and here I am, stir-crazy.

Read this.

Who checks confessions

in Springfield?

Every rookie knows Scratch Morton went

underground after that hotel job.

You're not gonna let Jarrett get

away with a two-bit prison stretch?

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

A hoodlum turns himself in on a phony

rap and beats the gas chamber, heh.

I'll bet he's thumbing his nose at

Uncle Sam right now and loving it.

Jarrett outsmarted you.

That's just what we want him to think. We're

working with the Springfield police.

We arranged for the confession

to check. So, what happens?

Jarrett does a stretch

in the penitentiary.

In case he get lonely and

wants to talk to someone...

...we're gonna let one of our

boys do a stretch right in the same cell.

Still going fishing, Hank?

Yeah.

- In what prison?

- You'll enjoy the food. Wonderful chef.

- Arrested him myself.

- Okay, okay, what's the pitch?

You'll be committed to the

penitentiary in Illinois.

You'll be one of Jarrett's

cellmates. Stick with him until you find out...

...where he unloaded $300,000 in

federal currency without a single bill showing up.

Also, try to learn the

identity of the very special fence...

...that engineered this deal.

How does he operate?

Buys stolen money here, 30,

40 cents on the dollar.

Peddles it on the European black

market for, pfft, who knows how much.

No questions asked. Sweet racket.

- In step with the times.

- Well, that's your assignment.

I wouldn't ask you to do another undercover

job if we weren't up against it.

- Hello, Hank.

- Hi.

Prison records from

Illinois. Your new buddies.

Busy little place, isn't it?

Twenty-seven hundred of

the roughest and toughest.

And a few who might recognize

you. Let's go to work.

- Find another old client?

- Yeah. Red Draper.

Questioned him in '46

about a warehouse job.

Well, that makes two for transfer.

- Better run through the arrest once more.

- Oh, yeah. let's see.

I'll be picked up in a

joint known as Tom's Hideaway.

- Bill's Hideaway.

- Bill's Hideaway.

On what seems like an

ordinary hood roundup.

One of the boys spots me as a

lamister. I make a break for it.

When I pick myself off the

floor, I'm meek as a baby.

- How do I get information out to you?

- Visiting days.

Oh, mother again?

- Wife this time.

- Wife? Ooh, fine.

One thing, though. This time, get

me somebody with a good memory.

I had a lot of trouble with

my mother in San Quentin.

This time we'll get you a girl in

the bureau who's a memory expert.

- I'm partial to blonds.

- Well, who isn't?

As soon as I pick her,

I'll send you a picture.

Uh-uh.

- We move this guy.

- Who is he?

Bo Creel. Arrested

him two years ago.

Bo Creel. Wait a minute.

- We don't have to worry about him.

- Huh?

Finishes his stretch Saturday. He'll

be out before you're sentenced.

Good. Bo Creel would

know me in the dark.

This job isn't gonna be like

any of the others, Hank.

You see, uh, there's

insanity in the Jarretts.

Some of it rubbed off on Cody. His

father died in an institution.

I've had a few strange cellmates in my

time, but this sounds like the jackpot.

When he was a kid, he

used to fake headaches...

...to get his mother's attention

away from the rest of the family. It worked.

As he grew up, the fancied

headaches became real...

...until now they

tear him to pieces.

Any minute, he's apt to

crack open at the seams...

...and there goes our case. So

you'll be working against time.

Suits me. Quicker the better.

Except that Cody's not an easy

guy to get close to in a hurry.

The only person he's ever cared

about or trusted is his mother.

No one else has ever made

a dent, not even his wife.

His mother's been the

prop that's held him up.

He's got a fierce psychopathic

devotion for her.

All his life, whenever he got in a

spot, he'd just put out his hand...

...and there was Ma Jarrett.

Without her, maybe

Cody'd... Just like his old man.

You mean I'm supposed

to take Mama's place?

Never can tell. He

might need someone.

I'll practice up on my

lullabies. Nothing else here.

Good. Let's run

through your background again.

Born Detroit, March 23rd, 1919.

State reform school,

1934, vandalism.

Arrested: suspicion, grand

larceny, Portland, 1939.

Good.

The State of Illinois

v. Arthur Cody Jarrett.

Arthur Cody Jarrett,

on your own admission...

...you have been convicted of

the robbery of the Palace Hotel...

...on the night of October 12th.

And it is now my duty

to pronounce sentence.

For the crime of grand larceny, you

are hereby sentenced to serve...

...not less than one and

not more than three years...

...in the state penitentiary.

The State of Illinois

v. Victor Pardo.

How is he, tough?

With Big Ed giving the orders now,

there'll be all kinds of fireworks.

He's got plans that'll make the

old Jarrett mob look like a...

Can you read him?

Yeah.

Parker moves his lips pretty

good. It's about Big Ed.

What'd he say?

He's the number one

boy now, Parker says.

In more ways than one.

- What was that crack?

- I couldn't read him, Cody.

- Was that about my wife?

- Honest, Cody. He had his mouth covered.

Maybe a kick in his

skull would do him some good.

They got rules in this chicken coop. You

start anything, you wind up in the hole.

Did I ask you for any advice?

Look, Pardo...

...I've been watching you.

Up till now you haven't done

anything I can put my finger on.

Maybe that's what bothers me. I don't

know you, and what I don't know, I don't trust.

You're just a face and a

number. Let's keep it that way.

- When I want your help, I'll ask for it.

- Have it your way, Cody.

Attention, men. Attention.

The following new men

report to the dispensary for shots:

Abbott, Jordan,

Bacon, Pardo, Butler...

...Jenkins, Jarrett,

Williams, Phillips.

Hughes, Russell.

Keep it moving, boys. No talking.

Well, if it ain't Bo Creel.

Boys in L.A. had a coming-out

party planned for you a month ago.

Yeah, I was packing and, bang,

flat on my back with pneumonia.

- The doc's checking me out today.

- Well, see you in eight years.

Hyde, Frank.

Keep moving, boys. No talking.

Jacoby, George.

All right, move up.

Jarrett, Arthur Cody.

I'm leaving tomorrow, Cody. Anything

I can do for you on the coast?

Yeah. Look up Big Ed. Tell

him I was asking for him.

Johnson, Bate.

Holden, John.

Get the lead out.

co*n, Fred.

Scared, sonny?

Break it up over there.

Who's that reindeer?

I didn't do nothing. He's nuts.

A couple of months in

solitary will cool you off, bugger.

Fisher.

Ryley. Pardo.

I'm awfully sorry, my good man, but

Mr. Pardo is still on vacation.

His month's up today.

It is, huh? That's cozy.

Look at what they

left out of this one.

It must have been a lulu

before the warden got it.

- Hey, Herbert?

- Yeah.

- Any chance you get, read Pardo, will you?

- Why?

- Read him.

- Maybe on visiting days.

That's when they loosen up.

What you got against

him? Pardo's all right.

Didn't I check his

record up at the dispensary?

That's only a record. What

else do we know about him?

Maybe that envelope will

tell us something.

- Think you ought to? That's U.S. mail.

- I'm a U.S. citizen, ain't I?

Not lately.

Ah, wife, eh? Kid don't talk much.

When you're married, you

don't get a chance to. Nice.

- Hmm.

- We'll put it over here...

...where we can all look at it.

- He'll know we've been in his mail.

- All right, so he'll know.

Be a nice surprise when

he gets out of solitary.

Hi, kid.

Let me shake the hand that

slugged Roy Parker. Heh.

Why did you do it, Pardo? You know they

got rules in this joint, don't you?

Yeah? Maybe I didn't

wanna get my shots.

I guess, uh... I guess his

eyes ain't so good after solitary.

All right, all

right, what's the gag?

Ah...

Hey, hey.

What's she done to herself? I had

the best-looking blond I ever saw.

The second my back's

turned, she's a brunette.

It don't even look like her anymore.

Maybe she's hot.

Yeah. Whenever I changed

my hair, so did my missus.

Yeah, well, she'd better be a

blond when I get out of here.

Yeah, too bad your little

trick didn't work, Pardo.

Huh?

Doc says you gotta take

your shots anyway.

Yeah, Benny.

Parker's sh**ting his mouth off

again. Told Benny your boys pulled a caper.

- How much did they

get? - Fifty-seven grand.

- Not bad.

- Are you in for any of it?

- Full share.

- No kidding?

Why not? What's being in

here got to do with it?

They're still his

boys. What they get, he gets.

Yeah, Ma sees to that.

Get one thing clear, all of you.

Anything we get, Cody's

in for his full share.

That's how it is.

Anyone thinks

different, say so now...

...or would you rather

wait till Cody gets out?

Well, any argument?

Het? Cotton?

Happy? Ed?

How come, Big Ed?

You're the one I

expected to give trouble.

Fair is fair.

We ain't gonna forget

Cody after all he did for us.

Cody will be real grateful to you.

Where do you think you're going?

To pick strawberries.

All right, boys, beat

it. It's getting late.

Het, tell Verna I

want her back in here.

- What's eating you, sugar?

- You and your big ideas.

That's all they are, ideas.

"You and me belong together,

sugar. Just leave it to Big Ed."

I'm sick of waiting for

you to make your move.

You're as scared of

Cody as any of them.

He's still Mr. Big,

in prison or out.

- What makes you think so?

- You. Fair is fair, is it?

That's quite a beef you put up

about Cody being in on the cut.

See, a guy who thinks his pals are

taking care of him, he gets kind of careless.

What does that mean?

Alive, Cody gets out in

one, two years, maybe.

Dead, he gets out sooner.

Dead?

Right now he's a sitting

duck up there in that pen.

He's rubbing elbows with a

guy that does anything I say.

When, Ed?

When I say so.

Where's Pardo?

You know all about radios. Maybe

you can fix the warden's.

- I'll fix it so it blows up in his face.

- Suits me.

Come on. Back to your places.

Go ahead. Get on back there. Go.

Get on back there.

Go ahead. Get on back there.

Are you hurt, Jarrett?

No. No. Things were getting kind

of dull around here, anyway.

Back to your work. You too, Pardo.

- The lever slipped.

- You can tell that to the warden later.

I saw that just in time.

What do you want, a medal?

You would have looked

like that barrel.

You almost walked into it yourself.

Why should you care if a guy

named Cody Jarrett gets his...

...if you don't want something?

Okay. Keep your medal.

Come on, break it up.

Get going, Jarrett.

Sorry, Cody.

- I'm sorry.

- Forget it, Parker.

Accidents will happen.

Attention. The following

men have visitors:

Reynolds, Allen,

Jarrett, Kaminsky...

...Williams, Phillips, Jordan.

Hello, Ma.

Cody.

- You've been hurt.

- Oh, it's nothing. Just an accident.

- You sure?

- What kind of question is that?

What are you so nervous

about? Anything wrong?

- Plenty.

- Like what?

That's why I come.

I'm the one to tell you.

It's Big Ed and Verna. They run out.

It's my fault, Cody. I let you down.

I said I'd take care of

things and I let you down.

I saw it coming, but I didn't

think he'd have the guts.

Forget it, Ma. Forget it.

It was in the cards for

Big Ed to make his try.

Don't you care?

Sure. What's mine is mine, but I

ain't gonna let it make me sick.

- I'll take care of them when I get out.

- That's what I told myself.

And I'll help you,

Cody, like always.

You'll be out soon, back

on top of the world.

With you around,

Ma, nothing can stop me.

That's right, son.

Only you got to be

careful about Big Ed.

If I know Big Ed, right now he's

doing enough worrying for the both of us.

Maybe not.

What do you mean? Can't expect

me to come looking for him.

That's what I'm getting at.

When you get out of here, he knows his

life isn't worth a plugged nickel.

When a tinhorn like that thinks he's

big enough to take your place...

...he's gotta feel pretty safe.

And now all of a

sudden, he makes his move...

...like he was sure you'd never

get out of here except in a box.

Hmm.

I see what you mean.

You said it was an accident?

- For a minute, I thought it was.

- How'd it happen?

A pal of Big Ed's dropped something.

You see, Cody? I was right.

He was figuring you'd be dead.

Relax, Ma. I'm still here, ain't I?

If he tried it once,

he'll try it again.

Well, I'll still walk out of this

joint, and then I'll take care of Big Ed.

And let him live

that long? No, Cody.

I'll take care of Big Ed.

No, no, Ma. You won't have a chance.

Any time I can't handle his

kind, I'll know I'm getting old.

No one does what he's done to

you, son, and gets away with it.

No, Ma. Listen to me. You

won't have a chance.

I'm going after him, Cody, to keep

him from having you knocked off in here.

- I'm telling you, don't do it... Ma.

- Goodbye, Cody.

Ma. Ma!

Keep your hands off that wire.

What's the matter,

Parker? I ain't gonna do anything.

Not now.

I'm gonna let you stay awake

nights and sweat it out.

Then when I get ready,

good and ready...

...I'll pay you back.

I'll take care of Big

Ed. I'll take care of Big Ed.

I'll take care of him,

Cody. I'll take care of him, Cody.

I'll take care of him, Cody.

What's the matter, Cody?

My head. My head.

Cover for me? Cover for me.

Watch it.

Fingers are kind of thick today.

No doctors. No doctors.

It's all right now. He's

gone. Where's the pain?

It's right here.

Don't let it beat you, Cody.

You are a top man, aren't you?

Since I was a kid, I been reading about

you. Always hoping I could join up with you.

You don't wanna let a bunch of two-bit

mugs see Cody Jarrett down on his knees.

Come on.

You all right, Cody?

Yeah. Just can't sleep, that's all.

- That headache gone?

- Yeah.

Then why can't you sleep?

It's Ma. She's walking into trouble.

- Anything I can do?

- No.

Yeah, maybe there is, kid.

Look...

...for a while, I figured out that

sitting out this penny-ante stretch...

...would be a kind of vacation...

...take the heat off

me for another job.

Well, sometimes you make plans and

sometimes they don't work out.

Then you gotta get

doing, and fast, you understand?

Mm-hm.

I got business on the outside.

- Going to crash out?

- Yeah.

Wanna come along?

- Maybe I do. Did you

tell anybody else? - Mm-mm.

Figured on cutting in Tommy Ryley.

You cut in one, first thing you know, you

cut in 10. What do you want Ryley for?

He's got a g*n stashed.

Don't need a g*n.

They're not gonna

open the gates for us.

You think you're the only guy

in this parlor that wants out?

What do you think I've

been dreaming about nights?

I got a way of getting a mile from this

joint before anybody knows what hit them.

- Without a*tillery, it can't be done.

- No?

Listen, I'm a pretty handy

fella with electricity, you remember?

Well, I figured a way to fix the

generators. You know what that means?

I got a slight idea.

The generators control everything,

searchlights, g*n turret, main gate.

Who needs a*tillery? Only

we've gotta do it alone.

We're gonna need a car.

My wife's coming tomorrow.

We'll set it all up.

All right, kid. It's a deal.

And if it works, I'll pay you back.

Maybe you'll give

me that medal, huh?

Solid gold.

Good news for you, Herbert.

Ah, you've had good

news for the last 12 years.

I'm working on a plan to

get your case reviewed.

- Hello, Margaret.

- You're looking well, Vic.

We're being watched.

Say anything you like and make it

good. And listen to me carefully.

Divorce? Vic, you can't mean that.

Why? What have I done?

That's fine.

Jarrett's getting out of

here and I'm going with him.

I know how you feel, Vic, but don't ask

me to do anything that'll break my heart.

It might be better for you.

It's my life. Let me

decide what to do with it.

Just the two of us.

Tell Evans we'll break

out Thursday night.

Tell him to plant a getaway

car with an oscillator.

Can you remember

that? With an oscillator.

I'll remember, darling.

- Everything clear?

- Perfectly clear.

You won't be sorry, Vic.

When you get out, we'll

be happy. I'll see to that.

Nice going. Where'd you

learn all that, soap opera?

How did you know?

This time I'm going right

to the top to get you out.

- Herbert, are you listening?

- Sure, Jerry. Sure.

But if that fails, you just have

to serve the rest of your term.

Jerry, you couldn't get me

out of here if I was pardoned.

All right, this is the prison.

We place the getaway

car in these trees...

...with the oscillator under its rear

axle and hooked up to the battery.

Our cars will be parked

back here, a mile or so away.

One here, the other here.

We assume that Jarrett and

Hank come out here somewhere.

They pile into the getaway

car, and they're off.

- You ready, Ernie?

- Ready.

The transmitter wavelength is 47.1.

Forty-seven-point-one.

All right, switch it on.

Our receivers pick up that

sound from the oscillator...

...which enables us to

cross-plot their exact position.

For example...

...suppose the impulse received

here has a bearing of 210 degrees.

This one here reads 45 degrees.

We plot them like so.

Where the lines

cross, that's where they are.

It doesn't matter

how far they travel.

As long as our cars are within

receiving distance, we can tell where they are.

All right, Ernie. Switch it off.

How far is receiving distance?

We had a dry run on a car yesterday.

- Kept tabs on him for 20 miles.

- That little thing?

You could make one out of your bedside

radio. I'll show you how.

Sometime when you've got a week to spare,

Ernie will tell you all about electronics.

We'll meet at the airport in 40

minutes. Be in Springfield late this afternoon.

Tonight.

Tonight?

Isn't that Lefeld

down there? Nat Lefeld?

From the coast mob. Came in today.

They checked him in today?

Ask him how my mother is.

- Ask about Cody's mother.

- Ask about Cody's mother.

- Ask about Cody's mother.

- How is Cody's mother?

- She's dead.

- She's dead.

- She's dead.

- She's dead.

She's dead.

Huh?

Dead?

No.

I wanna get out! I

wanna get out of here!

Get me out!

I wanna get out of here!

I wanna get out! I

wanna get out of here!

Get me out!

Get me out!

Special for Jarrett.

- Hi, doc.

- Hi, Ryley.

Hi, Cody. Brought you some grub.

Hot soup made special.

Mm, how are you,

Vic? Glad to see you, kid.

You're a good boy, Vic.

- It's me, Tommy

Ryley. - Mm-hm.

That's right, Vic. Play it smart. Play

it smart. That's the only way it'll work.

Here, get some of this into you.

Next time you come, bring the g*n.

Huh?

I like the way you go about it.

Bring the g*n.

Sure you won't try some

of this delicious soup?

I'll get it if you

take me along, Cody.

I don't want any of that slop. Pfft.

Try it on the warden.

It's a deal.

If you don't want it, I

guess you don't want it.

But you gotta keep

up your strength, fella.

And if the warden don't want

it, try it on the governor.

Guess he ain't hungry.

Dr. Simpson speaking.

Oh, yes, warden. I've just

finished my report on Jarrett.

Violent, homicidal.

He'll probably have recurrent

periods of normal behavior, but...

Yes, sir, our psychiatrists

are coming tonight.

They'll commit him

to the institution.

Yes, warden. I suggest you

prepare the release for him.

Thank you, warden.

- Oscillator ready?

- Ready to sing.

Put the car in the trees. We'll

pick you up and take our positions.

- Telephone, Mr. Evans.

- All right. Hold it, boys.

Evans speaking. Hello, warden.

That is bad news.

Not altogether a surprise. Thanks

for your cooperation anyway.

Say, by the way, uh...

...tomorrow there'll be a pardon coming

through for one of your inmates, Vic Pardo.

Rush it through, will you?

Oh, thanks.

No dice, boys. The party's off.

Jarrett's a raving maniac. They've

got him in a straitjacket.

Good thing for Hank it

happened inside instead of out.

It's the only good thing about

it. Take the oscillator off the car.

I'll get the plane

tickets for 10:00 tonight.

- You have a car to take us to the airport?

- It'll be there, Mr. Evans.

Sorry, boys. They

can't all work out.

How would you like a little

change of scenery, Cody?

Someplace where we might be

able to cure your headaches?

You wouldn't mind a

little trip, would you?

No. Might do me some good.

- Doctor.

- Not now, Ryley.

- I want something to eat.

- You've sent away two meals already.

That's why I'm hungry now.

Hunger's always a hopeful sign.

Nobody feeds Cody

Jarrett. What am I, a kid?

It's all right to remove

the straitjacket, doctor.

I'll do it.

They got you tied up good.

The examination's

over. All right, turn around.

Now, keep them quiet.

Doctor, you're with me.

I want you to make a

little phone call for me.

And no slip-ups, or

you're gonna need a doctor.

You're taking a little walk,

boys. Doc wants you in the dispensary.

All right.

Wait here.

- Come on, Parker.

- Where to?

Dispensary. Special

invitation of the doctor.

Here. Tie and gag him.

Drop that stick. Now.

Get in the cell.

All right. Now, you two, come

along and bring the tuxedo with you.

- Reader, cover the outside door.

- We'll not make it this way.

- We'll never get to the gate.

- Who says?

Why me? What do you want with me?

You're my pal. I'm taking

you with me. Come on.

- Hey, look... Unh!

- Get.

You got me wrong. I

got nothing against you.

It was Big Ed. He told me to do it. You wouldn't

k*ll me in cold blood, would you?

No, I'll let you warm up a little.

- Clear as the fingerprint that nailed me.

- Psycho, put that zoot suit on him.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

- My way, there wouldn't be no sh**ting.

- Ain't gonna be any my way either.

We're going out of here in a

car like gentlemen on a picnic.

They want me to take a little

trip. We're gonna take a trip.

Only it better be a quiet

one. Come on, now. Get.

Pick up those hats.

Everybody down.

Ryley, get those keys.

You get in the

trunk. Come on, get it open.

Get in.

Ryley, you get in the front.

Reader, you get in the

back and make like you're loony.

And, you, you drive.

Now, you know how jittery I am. Any

minute I'm liable to explode. Now get.

Now, if we don't make it, I

got six slugs in this g*n.

One for each of us.

- Dr. Harris.

- Good night, doc.

Hello.

Speaking.

What?

All right. Right away.

Turn back. Jarrett's busted out.

Black sedan. Probably

headed southwest.

Following are the names of the

men who escaped with Cody Jarrett:

Thomas Ryley, Roy Parker,

Michael Curtin, Vic Pardo.

Do not sh**t unless

absolutely necessary.

Hostages in car. Do not sh**t...

- One break for our boy.

- What's Hank's procedure now?

He'll stay with Jarrett till

he gets what he's after.

I like your tailor.

How do you like mine?

Tommy, rustle up some grub.

You, in there.

Vic, what's taking you so long?

Trying to find some more a*tillery.

- Let it ring.

- Someone might get suspicious.

Come on.

- How you doing, Parker?

- It's stuffy in here. I need some air.

Oh. Stuffy, huh? I'll

give you a little air.

No clue to their movements

has been reported...

...since their as*ault last night on a

service station north of Gallup, New Mexico.

It is assumed now by federal

law enforcement agencies...

...that Jarrett and the other

escaped convicts are heading for California.

This concludes the nightly news

summary from KFKL, San Bernardino.

Did you check the windows?

- I said, did you check the windows?

- Ed, let's get out of here.

Take it easy, baby. We're

ready for him when he comes.

I can't stand another night,

Ed. Listening, going crazy.

It ain't just like waiting for some

human who wants to k*ll you. Cody ain't human.

Fill him full of lead and

he'll still come at you.

Plug him and he

drops, same as anybody else.

The boys didn't think so.

Why did they beat

it down to San Berdoo?

Because they know this

is between me and Cody.

They'll be back when it's over.

You'll be dead.

Maybe so.

But the time comes when a man's gotta

stop running away and face things.

Or else go on running for good.

All right, throw your life

away. Stay here and sh**t it out.

- Me? I'm going. I wanna live.

- Cody might have some ideas about that.

I'll go someplace

he'll never find me.

The world ain't big enough, sugar.

Not when he finds out

what you did to his ma.

- You'd tell him?

- If you run out on me.

- Why not?

- But I only did it for you, Ed.

She had you covered.

Cody still ain't going to like to

hear that she got it in the back.

Feel more like staying now?

I said I'd be back.

Now tell me you're glad to see me.

Only say it low so nobody can hear.

Cody, I'm so glad to see you.

I've been praying you'd come back.

I couldn't stand it any

longer. I was running away.

- From Big Ed?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter, don't you like him?

- No. No.

Maybe you shouldn't have

teamed up with him, huh?

I couldn't help it, Cody.

He said if I didn't go away

with him, he'd have you k*lled.

All I wanted was

for you to come back.

That's the truth. I love

you, Cody. I love you.

- You let Ma die.

- No.

Didn't even raise a

finger to help her.

Just stood there and

watched Big Ed k*ll her.

I tell you, you got it wrong.

Maybe you thought it was funny...

...an old woman taking

on a guy like that, huh?

No. I tried to warn her...

...but he caught me and beat me.

And then when Ma came, he

was waiting for her, and he...

- I can't tell you.

- Tell me.

He got her in the back.

- Is he in there now?

- Yeah.

But you gotta be careful. He's got

the house rigged up like a trap.

You can't get in

unless I tell you how.

Mm-hm.

- Ed.

- Stay where you are.

What was that bell downstairs?

It was me, Ed.

What were you doing down there?

I couldn't go through with

it. I tried, but I couldn't.

Talk sense.

I was going to take the car

and beat it. I was scared.

But I don't wanna go anymore.

You're my honey.

Still got nerves?

Please, Ed. I feel like a drink.

- Fix me one too.

- Here.

Catch.

Listen, Cody. Ed said this joint

is a cinch. Good for 50 grand.

- Who?

- Big Ed.

Never heard of him. Go on.

Well, the way we had it figured,

Cody, we pile out of the cars here...

...then we slug the

guards, and we grab the payroll here.

- Blast our way out. It'll all take 50 seconds.

- They got cars. They'd follow you.

That's where we use the gas

truck. I stall it right in the gates.

When we beat it in the getaway

cars, I got the truck keys in my pocket.

Where do you get the gas truck?

We got one stashed behind a barn.

Bought it with our own

dough. Twelve grand.

- You bought a gas truck?

- Yeah.

What's the matter? Forget

how to steal one?

Maybe it ain't so bad,

Cody. Twelve grand gets you 50.

Fence the 50 and you get 20.

Then what are you going to do

with that? Buy two more gas trucks?

Joint like that's got the

serial number of every bill.

Any guy who says he can

fence 50 grand of it is crazy.

The Trader ain't crazy.

The Trader?

Who's he?

My manager, kid.

Come on. Let's get a

look at that $12,000 doll.

Oh, Cody.

- My radio ain't working again.

- Oh, no.

Well, what do you want for

it, unemployment insurance?

Can't I go down to San

Berdoo and get it fixed?

Nobody leaves here unless I say so.

- Now, you...

- Ah!

What's the matter, baby?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Now, go and read your

comic books. Good girl.

Hey, uh, this fellow you call

the Trader, can you trust him?

Why?

I wouldn't like to see

my share of any caper...

...being handed to some

guy who might disappear with it.

- Suspicious, ain't you?

- Oh, just careful.

Well, you don't have to

worry about the Trader.

Pays off on the spot

in nice clean bills.

- Yeah? Where does he get rid of the stuff?

- Ships to Europe. Collects both ends.

Oh, smart operator, huh?

Well, you didn't see any of that dough from

that tunnel job popping up, did you?

Uh-huh. I like him better now.

Not bad.

Maybe your 12 grand don't

go down the drain after all.

Hmm.

- Hey, Het.

- Yeah?

You're a pretty good

man with a blowtorch.

Suppose you could cut a

hole in here into the tank?

- Yeah, sure.

- Ah, we're back in business, boys.

We're back in business. And

not Big Ed's way either.

And not for 50 grand.

But first, a question.

Supposing you wanna push

in a place like Fort Knox...

...and grab yourself a

couple of tons of gold.

What's the toughest

thing about a job like that?

Getting inside the joint.

A silver dollar for the

gentleman in the balcony.

Right on the button. Getting in.

Which brings me to a story Ma

used to tell me when I was a kid.

A story about a horse.

Way back, there was a whole army trying

to knock over a place called Troy...

...and getting nowhere fast. Couldn't

even put a dent in the walls.

And one morning...

One morning, the people of Troy

wake up, look over the walls...

...and the attacking

army disappeared.

Men, boats, the

works. Taken a powder.

But they left one

thing after them...

...a great big wooden horse.

And according to Ma...

Hello there. I was wondering

if I could use your telephone.

There ain't a phone

here for five miles.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Good morning.

- Hello.

- Lost your way, mister?

- No. I, uh, wanted to call my office...

...but these gentlemen

say you don't have a phone here.

They wouldn't know. There's

one in the house.

I'll show you where it is.

Thank you very much.

There's a call that's gonna

cost more than a nickel.

Looks like Big Ed's gonna

have company, huh?

- Yeah.

- And we got a new station wagon.

How's fishing?

Fine, Cody. Good catch.

You like the truck idea, huh?

It's admirable.

We might all profit by a closer

study of classical literature.

Mm-hm.

Oh, chemical plant. I

guess that's Long Beach way.

That's close enough for now.

You know the way I work, Cody.

I must ask that you don't

insist on knowing the exact location...

...until you've

reached the rendezvous.

That's all right.

The only thing that matters is how

much dough this joint has in the kitty.

Four hundred and twenty-six thousand

dollars will be placed in their safe...

...before closing time tomorrow...

...to be distributed to deserving

employees the following morning.

Uh, provided there's no unforeseen

accident, of course.

- Like me and my boys?

- Exactly.

What are they doing, dancing?

Maybe they found they

went to school together.

- Say, maybe they're buddies after all.

- Well, something funny's going on there.

I've had my eye on

this place for months.

Now, uh, these checking gates, that

means a pass for the driver...

...identity cards and

stuff. We're all hot.

Your truck will be

driven past these checkers...

...by an ex-convict

of my acquaintance.

He's now leading a scrupulously honest

life as a truck driver for this very firm.

Oh, smooth.

Sorry to bust in. We're

finished. Thought you might wanna check.

- I'll be right out.

- Okay.

- You having much luck, mister?

- I haven't started yet. I'm just on my way.

- Oh. You done much fishing up here?

- Oh, every year.

Yeah? What are you trying for?

Bass.

- This guy's a phony, Cody.

- I beg your pardon?

This is trout country. There

ain't bass for a hundred miles.

What's so funny?

You're right on your

toes, kid. Bass, heh.

He got you, didn't he?

Trader, this is the kid I've

been telling you about.

- Meet Vic Pardo.

- Hello.

- Glad to know you, Mr., uh...

- Uh, forgive me, I...

Well, you can forget that. Vic's

my partner, fifty-fifty.

Cody Jarrett going fifty-fifty?

- I split even with Ma, didn't I?

- I see.

My name's Daniel Winston.

San Diego. Uh, securities.

Glad to know you, Mr. Winston.

Sit down.

Hold it. Where you going, Pardo?

- What's doing, kid?

- I don't like being pushed around.

- My orders was nobody was to leave.

- That might go for hoods like him.

- When I got a reason to leave, I leave.

- Nobody has reasons I don't know about.

- He jumped me, Cody.

- Get back on the job.

That was pretty fancy wrestling,

kid. Where'd you learn it?

- In the Army.

- You're a liar.

They don't take cons in the Army.

When the w*r broke out, I didn't

have any record except kid stuff.

What were you doing just now,

soldier? Going over the hill?

No. I figured maybe

I'd run into L.A.

Be back before anyone knew.

- What's doing in L.A.?

- My wife. She don't know where I am.

When we crashed out, I didn't

leave no forwarding address.

Hmm.

- It's the truth, Cody.

- Why didn't you ask me?

I, uh, figured you might get sore.

- So you took off on your own, huh?

- I haven't seen her in a long time.

I'm, uh... I'm human, you

know, like everyone else.

All right, kid.

All right.

You're just lonesome.

Lonesome, like me.

You?

What about...?

- You mean Verna?

- Yeah.

All I ever had was Ma. And now...

Your mother alive?

Uh, no, no. She, uh, died

before I even knew her.

I was, uh... I was just walking

around out there talking to mine.

- That sound funny to you?

- Oh, no. No.

Some might think so.

Well, my old lady

never had anything.

Always on the run, always

on the move. Some life.

First it was my old man, died

kicking and screaming in a outhouse...

...then my brother, and after

that, it was taking care of me.

Always trying to put me on top.

"Top of the world," she used to say.

And then, times when

I'd be losing my grip...

...there she'd be, right behind

me, pushing me back up again.

And now...

Well, anyway, she

quit running, Cody.

Yeah. Quit running.

That was, uh, a good feeling

out there, talking to her.

Just me and Ma.

A good feeling. I liked it.

Maybe I am nuts.

Let's go in and have a drink.

Tell you what, Vic. Tell

you what. I've got an idea.

We'll pick up your

wife after the job tomorrow...

...and, uh, we'll all take a

little trip, just the four of us.

No kidding, Cody. Oh,

that sounds great to me.

You mean it, honey? We

could have fun. Live big.

Money's just paper

if you don't spend it.

- That's an idea.

- It's a good idea.

Europe, maybe. Paris.

Rubbing shoulders

with the best of them.

How do you do, countess?

Sable coats, jewels just

dripping from my fingers.

Oh, I'd knock their eyes out,

Cody. You'd be real proud of me.

Don't go flipping your lid.

He ain't thought of a vacation in

years, Vic. Don't let him forget it.

Here's to us, top of the world.

Oh.

Um...

- How's the radio coming, Verna?

- A crystal set would play better.

Yeah? Maybe I could fix it for you.

- I wish you would. I'm dead without music.

- We'll get a new one.

I don't mind fixing it, Cody. Keep

me busy. I, uh, can't sleep anyhow.

Anything you say, kid.

I was just gonna throw it away.

I'm not making you

any promises, remember.

Well, I think we'd better

hit the hay, duchess.

Come on. We got a

heavy day tomorrow.

Vic.

- See you in the morning.

- Right.

Grab the brass ring.

What are you doing?

We're on our way.

You gotta have a chain bounce on

the ground, get rid of electricity.

That's only when you got

gasoline or chemicals inside.

You wanna have some traffic cop think

you got a load of something else?

That's using your head,

kid. All right, snap it up.

You all know what you're to do...

...and you know where

the rendezvous is.

We're to pick up our

driver there at 5:00...

...and we'll be at the plant right

after the day shift has checked off.

Now, Vic and Tommy,

we go in the truck.

The rest of you go

with Verna in the sedan.

And, baby...

...don't get picked up for

speeding, but get them there, huh?

Don't worry, honey.

I'll get them there.

Twelve thousand bucks and she's

getting ready to blow up in your face.

Might be a cracked

radiator. We'd better stop somewhere.

There's a gas station

down the hill, Cody.

Hmm. Well, uh, pull

in and watch yourself.

Fill her up?

- With water, bub. Check that radiator.

- Okay.

- You got a washroom, mister?

- Yeah. Cleanest in the West.

Dry as a bone.

Go get Vic. Hurry up.

- Cody says to hurry up.

- All right.

- I thought you said cleanest in the West.

- You ever seen a cleaner one, mister?

The mirror's so dirty

you can see double.

What?

Wise guys. Didn't even buy gas.

Into the wooden horse, boys.

Where do we go, Trader?

- Be back in three hours. I'll wait.

- We'll be here. Where's the driver?

Having a cup of coffee.

He'll be right out.

Well, Bo.

I heard you're on the straight

and narrow, driving a truck.

Tonight I hand in my resignation.

- Heh.

- You'd better get going.

- All right.

- Good luck.

Got it? Now, when you get to the

plant, park across the street.

If there's any trouble, give us

the horn, hard, hmm? All right.

- How is it in there?

- Can't breathe good. Otherwise, fine.

Stop breathing.

Oh, uh, there's a

button up in the cab.

Press it once if trouble

shows, three times for all clear.

Okay, I got it.

Somebody's ribbing you, Russ.

Take a slant at the

mirror in your washroom.

"Radio Signal Fallon." You

know what that means, sir?

You bet I know what

it means. It's Hank.

Call the FCC. Get every

direction-finder car they've got.

Ask them to clear the

air. Now, listen...

Got him.

This is Car A at La Canada Verdugo.

Receiving signal, 105

degrees. Will repeat.

One-zero-five

degrees.

Check.

Come in, Car B.

Car B bearing 284 degrees.

Maine and Atlantic,

Alhambra. General direction, southwest.

Maine and Atlantic in

Alhambra. General direction, southwest.

Check. Source of signal, Maine

and Atlantic in Alhambra.

General direction, southwest.

Head southwest. Have

Car B head southeast.

Car A at Western and

Slauson, bearing 158 degrees.

Car B, Atlantic and Telegraph

Road, bearing 235 degrees.

Imperial and Figueroa.

Source of signal,

Imperial and Figueroa.

Looks like the Long Beach area.

Car A at Rosecrans and

Western, bearing 156 degrees.

Car B at Atlantic and

Compton, bearing 244 degrees.

- Source of signal, 198th and Figueroa.

- 198th and Figueroa.

Cover the back.

Car A at 166th and

Western, bearing 138 degrees.

Car B, Alameda and Artesia,

bearing 256 degrees.

Same as before. 198th and Figueroa.

They must have

stopped. 198th and Figueroa.

Check. 198th and Figueroa.

That's it. Send out a call. All

cars proceed, 198th and Figueroa.

Drop the g*n.

Now turn around.

Go on.

- Hey, Cody, that guy's a copper.

- What?

He's a T-man. I know

him. His name is Fallon.

- You sure?

- Yeah. He pinched me four years ago.

Don't go for your g*ns.

A copper.

A copper.

How do you like that, boys?

A copper, and his name is Fallon.

And we went for it. I went for it.

Treated him like a kid brother.

And I was gonna split

fifty-fifty with a copper.

Maybe they're waiting

to pin a medal on him.

Solid gold. Now come on,

get up. Get your hands up.

Heh, heh. Yeah, that's it. A

nice gold medal for the copper.

Only maybe he's gonna get

it sooner than he thinks.

Cody, the joint's

crawling with cops.

- Let him have it.

- Oh, no, and lose our ace in the hole?

He's gonna walk us out of

here. Ain't you, copper? Get up.

- It won't work. They'll sh**t just the same.

- They won't sh**t one of their own.

- They won't make any deals.

- You better pray that they do.

Jarrett, you and your

men might as well give up.

Jarrett, come out

with your hands up.

We've got your boy Fallon in here, and

he'll be all right if you do as I say.

She says she can get

Jarrett to come out.

If I can, mister,

will you go easy on me?

I'll tell him you'll let him get

away because you don't want your guy hurt.

He'll believe me. Then when he comes

out, you can do what you want with him.

- No deal. Lock her up.

- You cheap copper.

Jarrett, you haven't got a chance.

Come out with your hands up.

"Come out with your

hands up," the man says.

How do you like that, Ma? Heh.

Here's my answer, you dirty...

Fan out. Give them the

tear gas from both sides.

That was Cody Jarrett talking!

Out this way, Cody.

Through that door.

Here's yours, copper.

Wait a minute. It's Fallon.

- You all right, Hank?

- Quick, get a car to Charlie's Roadhouse.

Highway 60, near

Colton. Pick up Daniel Winston.

He's the guy you're

looking for. Your fence.

Benny.

- What's out here, Bo?

- An alley.

Hey, Happy, try it.

Come on. Get going. Get out there.

We got Bo Creel. They're heading up.

On the ground heading for

the Horton Sphere area.

Send men to that section.

Pass word along. Don't fire

unless you've got a perfect target.

That place is a stack of dynamite.

Have that area

surrounded. Get some searchlights.

They think they've got Cody Jarrett.

They haven't got Cody Jarrett,

you hear? They haven't got him.

And I'm gonna show

you they haven't got him.

Come on. Come with me.

Don't sh**t. It's me,

Ryley. I'm coming out!

Don't sh**t!

You might as well come down, Jarrett.

There's no one left but you.

Ha, ha. Come and get me!

Get the g*n, Hank.

What's holding him up?

Made it, Ma! Top of the world!

Cody Jarrett.

He finally got to the top of the

world, and it blew right up in his face.