All language subtitles for High.Sierra.1941.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

I was getting kind of nervous, earle.
I've been waiting over an hour.

I've been waiting too — over eight years.
The park's down there, ain't it?

Yeah.

The park?
Say, earle, you feeling all right?

I will be, just as soon as I make sure
that grass is still green

and trees are still growing.

Pass me the ball there, mister!

He oughta be here now.

When he comes, you get in the bedroom
and stay there till he's gone.

I've been hearing about Roy earle
for years.

He's a real big shot,
and I want to see him.

Okay, okay.

- Here they are now. Wally's brought him.
- —all right, scram.

Come in.

Well, what kept you?

Ain't losing your touch, are you? Huh?

- —Where's big Mac?
- He's gone to California.

- —I'm handling things at this end.
- Who are you?

- —I'm kranmer. Jack kranmer.
- A copper, ain't you?

- I used to be. I resigned.
- I'll bet.

I'm okay.
You don't have to worry about me.

Since when has big Mac been teaming up
with ex-coppers?

I told you not to worry about that.

Mac wants you to start for California
right away.

That car downstairs is yours.
Here's the keys.

Now, here's your route and some dough.
The sooner you get out there, the better.

What's the setup?

I don't suppose you ever heard
of tropico Springs.

It's a resort town. It's the richest
little town in the world, they call it.

Got a hotel there, gets all the top sugar.
You're gonna knock it off.

Am I, copper?

Now look here, earle.
Mac spent a fortune springing you.

You're working for him now.
He calls the tune, and you dance to it.

Hello there. —howdy.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, just looking around.

- This is the old earle place, ain't it?
- —yeah.

But none of the earles been around here
for five or six years.

You from the bank?

No. I used to live near here.

Ah, it's nice country.

Yeah.

- —Howdy, son. Any luck?
- Not much.

Best place to catch 'em's
that hole below the Turner place.

There's plenty big catfish in there,
three or four pounds maybe.

Three, four pounds? Gee.

Well...

Used to be a long time ago anyway.

Maybe it's fished out.

Why, you're Roy earle, the bandit.

Howdy, pardner. What can I do for you?

She'll take some water
and about ten gallons of gas.

Yes, sir. You bet.

Hot day, ain't she?

Ain't many cars coming through right now.

Little early, I guess.

You're looking at the pride
of the sierras, brother.

Mount Whitney,
the highest peak in the United States.

14,501 feet above sea level.

Say,
I see you got an Illinois license plate.

You're a long ways from home, ain't you?

You must excuse me. I get lonesome here.

And when a customer shows up,
well, maybe I talk too much.

Lonesome, eh? Yeah, I can see
how you would get lonesome out here.

Whew!

Wow, we made it!
I'd sure like to shake your hand, sir.

Jackrabbit jumped in front of my car,
and I kind of lost my head.

- You sure saved our bacon.
- I saved my own bacon too. Come far?

- —Clear from Ohio. And you?
- Chicago.

I'm mighty proud to make your
acquaintance. You sure can handle a car.

Me, I'm kinda shaky at it, but velma —
Velma's my granddaughter...

She's a good driver, but she gets tired,
and I won't let her drive too much.

Uh... what's your name, sir?

- —Collins.
- Mine's goodhue.

Velma, ma,
I'd like you to meet Mr. Collins.

- How do?
- How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Well, I guess I'll be on my way.

Out of five.

- —Going far?
- Up in the mountains for my health.

Oh. Well, I'm going to Los Angeles.
I lost my farm back home.

But velma's mother married again,
and she sort of invited us out.

Now, I don't know...

2.41. Three, four, five.

Well, I hope you make it.

- Hey, you.
- Yes, sir?

I'm looking for a fellow named hattery.

He's staying up here,
him and another fellow.

They all in cabin 12.

- Are you the gentleman they expecting?
- —yeah.

Then you'd be in cabin number 11.
You can leave your car here.

I'll drain the water out of it 'cause
it gets awful cold up here at night.

- Get my bags. They're in the back.
- I'll take care of 'em, boss.

Hattery here?

Red.

Someone to see you.

You Roy earle? —yeah.

Glad to see you. I can't shake hands.
I've been cleaning fish.

Meet my pal, babe kozak.

This is Marie Garson.

Red, I want to talk to you alone.
See you later.

It's okay by me.

- You don't like the idea of a dame, huh?
- Even guys like you oughta know better.

Babe picked her up
at a dime-a-dance joint in la.

She's strictly okay. She just sort of
looks after things for us.

Give her some dough and send her back.
Get her out of here tonight.

- Now what about this job?
- The tropico season is just starting.

Mendoza — he's our inside man...

He says that the hotel will be full up
in another week,

and there'll be plenty of rocks
in the strongboxes then. Plenty.

- When do I see this mendoza?
- He'll be up the first day he gets off.

- He's in touch with big Mac too.
- —oh, he is, huh?

Yup.
He'll give you all the news firsthand.

All right.

Say, Mr. Earle,

I wanted to tell you
that with you in on the job,

we feel like we're traveling
in fast company.

I sure heard a lot about you.

One time when I was only a kid,
I seen your picture in the paper...

Yeah.

You can have your Roy earle.
He don't look like much to me.

He's getting gray.

He may be a powerhouse to some people,
but he's a blown-out fuse to me.

I'll bet he's plenty tough.

Get out of line and you'll see.

All right, I'll see.
And let me tell you something.

You're getting so you walk around,
asking for a smack in the nose.

And stop arguing with me all the time.

I got some bad news for you.
Roy says we gotta send Marie back to la.

Why, that broken—down...

-I'll tell him. —yeah?

Well, here's your chance.

You don't want me to go back to la,
do you, babe? You go and tell him.

I don't know. I suppose we need that guy.

But that's no reason he should
come up here and start pushing us around.

He's no more the boss than we are.
He can't get away...

Go on, keep it up.
You're gonna win this argument.

Leave her alone. You go
smackin' her around, I'll fiatten you.

- You and who else?
- Just me. You think it ain't enough?

Aw, cut it out. You won't get nothin'
out of fighting. Only a black eye.

I don't care what anybody says.
Marie's not going back to la.

That's what you think.
He thinks different.

I'm not gonna be sent back to that
dime-a-dance joint if I can help it.

- —I'ii go talk to him.
- With him, I don't think it'll work.

Yeah?

- Can I talk to you a moment, Mr. Earle?
- Sure. Help yourself.

Why do you want to send me back to la?
I like it here.

Don't play dumb.

I don't intend to.

I know what's going on.

But I didn't get it from them.

Louis mendoza told me.

He talks too much,
and all he does is brag.

So, you see, Mr. Earle, mendoza's the one
for you to worry about, not me.

I ain't worrying about you.
It's them jitterbugs you got with you.

They'll be throwing lead over you
before long.

Oh, I can handle 'em, all right.

Babe gets tough every once in a while,
but he's afraid of red.

And I can make red think what I want.

You got it all figured out, ain't you?

In a way.

All right.

Let things stay as they are for a few days
and see how it works out.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Earle.

Well?

Goodbye.

Yeah?

Morning. This is me, algernon.
Anything I can do for you this morning?

Yeah, you can rustle me up some breakfast.

Oh, the lady next door
got your breakfast already.

She thought maybe I ought to see
if you was stirring around, yes, sir.

Why would you ever get the name algernon?

My old lady thought it up.
Pip, ain't it? Kind of gives me class.

- How you like this dog?
- Well, he's just a dog, ain't he?

Oh, no, sir. Mighty fine dog he is.
Watch now.

Pard? Ducks, ducks.

Down. Down.

Jump.

Yes, sir. Mighty fine animal, he is.

Kind of proud of your dog, ain't ya?

Oh, no, sir. He ain't my dog.

He just took a like to me
and follows me around.

- Sorta gets me worried too.
- Why?

You see, pard here
used to belong to a woodcutter

who lived up here all the year round.

Last winter, a snowslide come down, boom,
on that man's house and killed him dead.

Didn't kill pard though.

So a man saw pard sorta running around
in the snow like, took him in.

Bam, if that man don't up and die
with the "pemonia."

Great big strapping man too.

So pard got to hanging around the lodge,

and doggone if miss Tucker
didn't come up here with the...

And I hear yesterday she ain't gonna live.

So I'm just telling you about pard
in case you want him for your own dog.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Is he breaking your heart
with the story of the little mutt?

- It's the lord's truth.
- —look at him. He's a born panhandler.

Everyone around here stuffs him

so it's getting he won't eat anything
but a New York cut.

I guess I'll get on back to the store.
Pard'll stay with you. Won't you, pard?

Hey, sit down. Have a cigarette.

Thanks.

- Where are your boyfriends?
- —they're out fishing.

It's about all they do.

Never catch anything,
but they just keep right on fishing.

Yeah, he certainly is spoiled.

Yeah, 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
to pep you up.

What you ought to do
is get out in the sun. Do you good.

Where I've been staying,
they didn't let me get out in the sun.

Afraid I might spoil
my girlish complexion.

- Must be terrible to be in prison.
- Well, some of them are worse than others.

You get a mean guard down on you,
unless you got what it takes,

you might as well climb up on tier two
and jump off.

- Some of them did.
- I don't get you.

The 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.

Well, he just didn't have what it takes.

I was doing the book myself,
but I got a break.

How was it?

I mean, knowing you're in for life?

- I should think you'd go crazy.
- —yeah.

Yeah, lots of 'em do.

But I was always thinking
about a crash-out.

I tried it once at the prison farm
where they sent me for good behavior,

but the fix blew up and a screw
put the blast on me.

Yeah, and then the worst of it was
they sent me back behind those big walls.

I was 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.

I'll get you some more coffee.

Well, thanks for the chow.

See that fella over there?

He better watch his steps
and fish on the bank

'cause that little ol' dog's
got the hex on him, for sure.

Gonna put the evil eye on him, huh?

Yes, sir, the evil eye.
That little ol' 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. What are we
doing, playing cards or taking a nap?

I'm sorry. For the moment,
my mind was not on the game.

That's for me. Thanks, Louis.

Dumb luck. Just plain dumb luck.

Maybe if you wouldn't kick so much
you'd do better.

- It's all in the cards.
- Yeah, that's right.

Oh, earle, this here is 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, mendoza?
How soon do we go?

Oh, it won't be long now.

The racing 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 would ever expect us
to cross the sierras to get into la.

Suppose it would blow up a storm.

If the pass got blocked up...
Then what?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, by the way,
I dropped in to see big Mac yesterday.

He wants to see you.

All right, I'll take a look at the hotel
tomorrow. I'll drive on in and see him.

Oh, I almost forgot.
Mendoza brought us a present.

And, Roy, I guess you're the engineer.

Big Mac gave me the machine gun.
Know how to work it?

- Red doesn't, and neither does babe.
- That's a good one.

- What's so funny?
- Does he know how to work it.

Yeah.

You know, that gun reminds me
of one time nine or ten years ago.

We was getting ready to do a job
back in Iowa,

and one of the guys got the shakes.

Well, pretty soon, we found out that this
guy with the shakes had talked too much

and a bunch of coppers
are waiting for us down at the bank.

But we don't say nothing,

and lefty Jackson
goes out and gets his gun.

Comes back and sits down
and holds it across his knee.

The guy with the shakes
is sitting right across the room from him.

Pretty soon,
lefty just touched the trigger a little,

and the gun went...

Like that.

The rat fell out of his chair dead,
and we drove off and left him there.

Yeah.

The gun just went...

Well, I guess I ought to be getting back.
I have to go on duty at 8:30.

What's your stunt? You stick
right through the whole job, don't you?

Oh, sure. I stand behind the desk
and act like I'm scared.

When you fellows get through,
I telephone the police.

We don't want no slipups, mendoza.

Boys and girls, I got the idea
that our boyfriend here is no cream puff.

How'd you like the little bedtime story
about the gun that went...?

- Did you get the idea?
- Do you suppose he meant it that way?

Try talking and find out.

I'll take a pack of these.

Twenty-five cents, please.

Give me a couple of those dunhills.

Yes, sir.

Anything at 316? —uh, 316.

I don't care how they drive.
They've got no money and no insurance.

- It's murder.
- —Tough luck, pfiffer.

If he wasn't such an old dodo,
I'd take it out of his hide.

- —He wasn't driving. The girl was.
- I was, I was!

What's an outfit like that
doing in tropico anyhow?

It's a state highway, ain't it?

The signal was out.
He had his hand out here.

Wait a minute now.
Will you let me get a word in?

I was driving along...

Why, Roy.

- Oh, friends of yours?
- —yeah. Why?

Just wondered. I know I have
no chance to collect, but I'm curious.

I pull out from the curb, and wham.
Look at my Fender.

Yeah, but you didn't make no signal.

You talk about collecting.
Be careful. You might have to pay off.

Oh, a wise guy in our midst, huh?
Oh, all right, have it your own way.

I'll charge the whole thing off
to experience.

- What's the matter, Mr. Pfiffer?
- Oh, I got clipped.

But I'm satisfied if this guy is.

Well, I guess if Mr. Pfiffer's satisfied,
I am.

All right, come on. Let's break this up.
Come on. Back on the sidewalk.

Hey, listen, fella,
these people ain't got any dough.

They're on their way to la,
and that car's all they got.

- Stop it. You're breaking my heart.
- Fifty bucks ain't gonna mean much to you.

Sorry, but not a quarter.

That's right, Mr. Pfiffer.
Saw the whole thing.

That girl was driving the car.

Look, she's a cripple too.

No, I guess it was really velma's fault.

She was gawking around, looking at things,
and smacked right into that fella's car.

I sure was surprised when he give you
that hundred dollars to give me.

I wouldn't worry about him, pa.
He's probably got plenty.

Yeah, well, that's the second time
you saved our lives, son.

When velma smashed into that car,
I had 13 cents in my pocket

and a five—dollar bill in my shoe.

Course, the women didn't know,
and don't you tell 'em.

Pa, you're all right.

Oh, you said you come from Chicago,
didn't you, Roy?

Oh, I came out here from Chicago,
but I'm really from brookfield, Indiana.

Born there and went to school there.

Little town? —yeah.

- —I knew it.
- My folks had a farm.

I said to ma out there in the desert
you was our kind.

Yes, sir. I can tell 'em every time.

-Say, pa. —yeah?

Excuse me.

I suppose it's none of my business,
but... what's wrong with velma's foot?

- It's a clubfoot. She was born that way.
- Can't nothing be done about it?

Yeah, one time a doctor said
she could be operated,

but the last few years I've been so broke,
we couldn't if we'd wanted to.

We hurried with the dishes.
We knew pa would be talking your ear off.

Pa sure can talk.

Isn't the air grand out here?

Look at the stars. I never knew
there were so many in the sky.

Back home, you couldn't see 'em like that.

Well, it's always like this
out in the desert.

You see that bright blue star up there?

Look at it sparkle.

And look. You see that other one?

- —Where?
- Right there.

- Oh, I see it.
- Yeah. That's Jupiter.

How did you know?

Oh, fella I used to know, he...
He taught me all about the sky.

And where we was,
we didn't have much else to do.

Is that star always up there like that?

Oh, no. You see different stars
at different times.

They change with the seasons.

Now, look.
You see that one twinkling over there?

Well, that's Venus.

Oh, it makes you dizzy
just — just looking at them.

Yeah. Hey, you know,
sometimes when you're out in the night

and you look up at the stars,

you can almost feel
the motion of the earth.

It's like a little ball
that's turning through the night

with us hanging on to it.

Why, that sounds like poetry, Roy.
It's pretty.

Well, I guess I'd better be starting.
I got a long drive ahead of me.

Got a business appointment in la.

- Pa, I sure enjoyed that dinner.
- And we sure enjoyed your company.

Now don't you fail to look us up
in Los Angeles. We might get lonesome.

Especially velma.

Why, grandpa, you shouldn't say
things like that. I'm surprised at you.

I declare to goodness,
the older you get, the sillier you act.

Oh, Roy understands me.
Me and Roy is old-timers.

Goodbye. — Bye.

- Goodbye, Roy.
- Goodbye, Roy.

Lucky girl that gets him.

Come in.

I've got a swell parlay
for you tomorrow, doc.

Still a sucker for the ponies, eh?

Hello, Roy, old—timer.

- Hello, Mac.
- You're a sight for sore eyes.

Yeah, I sure am glad to see you too.

And thanks for the spring.
I was getting ready for another crash-out.

- What's the matter, Mac?
- —I don't know.

I can't eat.

Just ain't hungry.

And I can't sleep.

Doc banton says
it's my past life catching up with me.

Doc banton? Is he out here now?

Yeah.
I was expecting him when you came in.

He's running one of those health services
under a phony name.

Help yourself to a drink.

Well, Roy, how does it look,
and what do you say?

I can't see nothing wrong with it.

If the boys don't blow up on me,
it's a cinch.

But, Mac, it's gonna make
an awful big noise in the newspapers.

Well, that's your headache, not mine.

The jewelry. That's all I'm interested in.

Now, look, Roy,

once you get your mitts on it,
keep your mitts on it.

Deliver it right here.
If you're hot, telephone.

This caper means a lot to me.

I spent a pile of dough setting it up,
and I'm in deep,

so don't let me down, Roy.

I never let nobody down, Mac.
You know that.

Oh, I know, I know, but I've been dealing
with such a lot of screwballs lately.

Young twerps. Soda jerkers and jitterbugs.

Why, it's a relief
just to talk to a guy like you.

Yeah... all the a-1 guys are gone.

Dead or in Alcatraz.

If I only had four guys like you, Roy...

This knockover would be a waltz.

Yep.

Times have sure changed.

Yeah, ain't they?

You know, Mac,

sometimes I feel like I don't know
what it's all about anymore.

Yep. Times have sure changed.

Hide the booze. Hide the booze.

Well, hello, hello, Mac.

- Hello, doc.
- Ah!

Look who's here.

Well, I'll be!

- Roy earle, the old boy himself.
- Hello, doc.

Last time I saw you was when I was
taking slugs out of lefty Jackson's chest.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Ah, those were the times.

- Not many of the old bunch left.
- Oh, cut it out.

Mac tells me you're doing all right, doc.

Roy, this is the land of milk and honey
for the health racket.

Every woman in California
thinks she's either too fat

or too thin or too something.

Well...

Same doses, same medicine.

Need a new prescription? No.

- —Well, good night, Mac.
- Good night, doc.

He's in a bad way, old Mac.

Bum ticker, kidneys on the blink,
bad stomach.

Like a kid's toy that's running down.

I try to keep him from drinking,
but there's no stopping old Mac.

He'll go on doing
just as he always has done.

Well, maybe he's right.

-Say, doc. —yeah?

- There's something I wanted to ask you.
- —yeah?

Can anything be done about a clubfoot?

Well, some can be operated,
and some can't. Why?

Well, a good friend of mine's
got a granddaughter.

She's a mighty nice girl.

One time a doctor told her old man
that an operation could fix it.

I was just wondering if...

- —Young kid, is she?
- Oh, about 20, I guess.

Oh, 20. Oh.

I see. Well, my advice, Roy,
is to forget all about her foot.

Now, look, doc, I ain't kidding.

Well, I'll have to see her.

Would you look at her
if! Can talk her into it?

Sure. Of course, Roy. But you understand
I can't do any operating.

But I can get you someone who will.
It'll cost you plenty though.

- —Okay, doc, I'll give you a ring.
- Good. Do that, Roy, do that.

And, uh, I'll make you a present of my fee
for old time's sake.

- Night.
- Good night, doc.

Roy.

I don't know, Mac. The —
—yeah. I do.

There. Now I feel better.

That's the works.

Now, if anything should happen to me,

read this letter
and you'll know what to do.

As the doc told you,

if I don't lay off this stuff,
it's gonna knock me off.

But I'm gonna die anyhow.

So are you. So are we all.

To your health, Roy.

Ah, hello, Roy! —hello, pa.

Glad to see you. Glad to see you.

Hey, this is the doc,
Mr. Parker of the new health institute.

- Proud to meet you, Mr. Parker.
- How do you do?

- He's kind of an expert, knows his stuff.
- —oh, yeah?

Well, after you called up,
I spoke to them all,

and I think I got velma on my side,
but ma's against it.

You'll have to excuse things
the way they look.

We're just getting straightened out.

- Roy, this is Mabel.
- How do you do?

This is her husband Carl.
This is Mr. Parker, Mabel.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Hello, Roy. —hello, velma.

Say, I'd like you to meet Mr. Parker.

-How do you do? —velma.

You say "Mr. Parker."
Isn't he even a doctor?

Uh, I am a specialist.

Seems to me you'd be thankful somebody's
trying to do something for that girl.

You've nothing to say about this, Carl.

Velma's my girl, and I'm thinking
if he isn't even a doctor...

Well, he can look at her, can't he?
That won't hurt nothing.

I don't think velma wants him
to look at her.

Do you, dear?

- Well, pa wants him to. So does Roy.
- Who is this Roy anyway?

Mabel, you know all about Roy.
If it hadn't been for him...

Why does he go to so much trouble
to help strangers?

- He must have some reason.
- Maybe he likes velma.

She ain't married yet,
and likely not to be.

And if you want my opinion —
-we don't want your opinion.

Look, you got velma all upset
talking like that.

All right, all right, all right.

Don't worry. If you don't want him to look
at your foot, you don't have to let him.

Oh, but I do.

Very well. Lfthe child's made up
her mind, I've nothing more to say.

- Come along, Mr. Parker.
- Come on, ma.

This way, doctor.

Roy.

If this here specialist says
he can operate on velma, what then?

- Operations cost money.
- Well, I'll loan you the money.

I could never pay it back.
You know that, Roy.

- I ain't worrying about that.
- —well, I know, I know.

Anybody with eyes in their head.
She's purty, ain't she?

And just as sweet as she's purty.

Yeah.
—are you figuring on marrying velma, Roy?

Well, I ain't got that far in my figuring.

Well, I don't know
what's the right thing to do,

but it seems to me
before you go putting out money,

I ought to tell you about velma.

What about her?

Well, she's got a fella back home.

His name's preiser.

He's about 30 years old
and already divorced.

He's doing good in the insurance business,
but it didn't look right...

A divorced man running around
with a crippled girl.

So ma and me brings velma out here
to her mother.

Now, it's my guess that velma's
still thinking about that fella.

Now, mind,
I don't think there's anything wrong.

I'm always telling myself there wasn't.

Makes me feel better.

That's about all there is to it, Roy.

I hope you ain't sore or anything.

No, I — I ain't sore at nobody.

I guess it sounds funny, and I ain't got
the right words to fit it, but...

It seems as if I've been close to velma
for a million years.

And knowing her like I do,

nobody ain't ever gonna tell me
she's ever done a wrong thing.

'Cause I know. You understand?

She's not to know
you ever told me anything.

All right, Roy. Anything you say.

- Roy, he says it can be fixed!
- There's nothing very serious.

We'll soon have the young lady walking
as well as anybody.

Jiminy cricket! Ain't that wonderful, ma?

Now, honey, you just thank Roy.
Roy's the one.

He thought up the whole thing,
and he's lending me the money.

You, Mr. Collins? You?

Why, I n—imean, I...

Oh, I hope you'll excuse the way I acted,
but I've been so worried about velma.

Poor child. After all, I am her mother.

Mr. Parker here
will take care of everything.

You got nothing to worry about, velma.

Oh, Roy, you're so good.

Pa says you're the best man
that ever lived, and I guess pa's right.

Well...

Goodbye.

Durndest fella.

Durndest fella.

It's criminal that nothing's ever
been done for that girl before.

Simple enough operation.

Now, I've got an in
with the best surgeon in town.

The whole thing will set you back
about 400 bucks though.

You satisfied?

Yeah, sure, I'm satisfied.

But, Roy, I'm giving it to you straight.
You're just sticking your neck out.

She's not your kind, and you know it,
and she's gonna throw an awful fit

when she finds out
what kind of a guy you really are.

Yeah, I know.

You may catch lead any minute.

What you need is a fast-stepping
young filly you can keep up with.

Remember what Johnny Dillinger said
about guys like you and him?

He said you were just
rushing toward death.

Yeah, that's it.
Just rushing toward death.

What's the matter, pard?
You been hiding out?

-Is that you, Roy? —yeah.

Is pard with you?
—yeah, he's right here.

Hey, you had me scared.

- What are you doing in there?
- Come on in.

Gee, I'm glad pard's all right.
I was afraid babe had killed him.

- Did he do that?
- —yeah. He went crazy.

Red tried to cool him off,
but he fought like a wildcat,

and he picked up a poker
and hit red over the head with it.

When red was done, he swung at me twice.

Were those guys fighting over you?

- Red was standing up for me.
- —when was this?

- —About dark.
- Where are they?

As soon as babe knocked red cold,
he started running for the store.

And I heard pard barking,
and babe threw a poker at him.

So I ran over here and locked myself in.

And I found this under your pillow.

Figured if babe sneaked back,
I could hold him off.

- He was like a crazy guy.
- Give me that. You stay here.

- Roy, you'll only get yourself in a jam.
- Shut up and lock this door behind me.

- —Roy.
- Give me that gun.

- Nobody's gonna push me around.
- Give it to me.

Is he in there?
Yeah. He's scared to come out.

- So you were gonna bump him off?
- He hit me on the head...

You wait right here. I'll handle this.

I had him hooked good. He was all
played out, and I'm reaching for my net...

Good night, fellas. Here's my pal.
I guess I'll get along.

Good night, son. And I hope tomorrow
you get a ten-pounder.

Yeah, thanks.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You stinking rat.
—yeah, I know. Iwent crazy.

-Marie, she tried —
-that's right, blame the dame. Go on.

Marie?

Here he is. Mark him up.
Swing on him. Hit him with this.

No. I don't want to hurt him.

Roy, don't hurt him.
He won't act like that again.

Car's outside. If I was you,
I'd beat it, and quick, both of you.

Oh, look, Roy,
we've been counting on this job.

I'm giving you a chance to blow.

You decide to stick, I'll shoot
the first one that don't do as I tell him.

Okay, Roy. Come on, babe.

Roy... I'm not going back to the cabin.

No, you'd better not.

Trouble would just start all over again.

Look, I found a cot in the woodshed.

I can fix it up
and sleep here in the kitchen.

All right.

I'll have algernon get your clothes,
and I'll send you home tomorrow.

No.

No, I say.

You can't hold me.

Take the gates away.

I'm crashing out.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

I'll go back to the farm.

Sweet Indiana farm.

But you're... you're holding me back.

Don't hold me back.

I'll crash out, I tell ya. I'll crash out.

You...

Can't...

You can't do it. Farm is the best.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's the best.

You can't take it away.

You can't.

You can't... take it.

Want more coffee?

Yeah. Well, you all packed?

Well, Roy, I...

I thought maybe I could...

I'll run you over to Ballard.
You can catch a bus.

Haven't got a soul in la.

- —Where you from?
- San Francisco.

Family there? —yeah.

Maybe I can stake you to a ticket.

Roy.

Remember what you were saying
the other day about prison?

And the way you kept from going crazy by
thinking all the time about a crash-out?

- Uh-huh.
- Well, that's the way it's been with me.

I've been trying to crash out
ever since I can remember.

My old man used to get drunk a couple
of times a week and kick us around.

My old lady used to stand it.

But not me.
I waited for my chance, and I beat it.

- I crashed out just like you did.
- Lgetya.

Then I came down to la
and got a job in a dime-a-dance joint.

It was a living, but...

Well, I got pretty sick
of being pawed over.

So when babe came along,
I crashed out again.

I thought babe was a right guy.

I guess I was never really hooked up
with any guys that wasn't wrong.

So I had nothing to go by.

Until I met you.

I'll get ready.

Go away, pard. Will you go away?

What's the matter?

Oh, Roy, please don't send me back to la.
Please don't.

I want to stay with you.
Please, Roy, don't.

Oh, Roy.

Listen...

Listen to me.

I'm giving it to you straight.

I got plans, see,
and there's no room in them for you.

You couldn't ever mean nothing to me.
Nothing special, that is.

You know what I mean.

I'm gonna take a run down to la.
I can't stand this waiting around.

Let me go along, will you?
I sure would like to take in a movie.

Will you, Roy?

All right.
Get your things and bring my hat.

Okay. I won't be a second.

We'll be back in plenty of time
in case mendoza calls.

If he ever calls.

I don't like the way he's stalling around.
Just don't like it.

- Now, you guys keep your noses clean.
- Yeah, sure, Roy.

Roy, pard's following us.

- Go on home, pard. Go back.
- Oh, let's take him along with us.

I gotta leave him sometime.
He might as well get used to it.

Yeah, you gotta leave him sometime,
so let's take him now.

All right.

Good boy.

Gonna take in a movie when we get to la?

I don't care. I just came for the ride.

I guess I'd better take care of pard then
if you're going to a movie.

Where you going?

See some people. Friends of mine.

What's their racket?

They're not in any racket.

He's a farmer from Ohio who lost his farm.

There's him and ma and his granddaughter.

Granddaughter, huh?

Yeah. Her name's velma.

Just had an operation on her foot.

Mighty pretty girl.

Is she?

Yeah.

Yeah, and decent.

- —Hello, pa.
- Hello, Roy. Well, I'll be doggoned.

- Where you been?
- Say, how's velma?

You wouldn't know her.
—she's walking around?

No, she's still in bed,
but the doctor says in a few more days,

she can dance or do anything,
and nobody'd ever know she was crippled.

- Aw, say, that's great.
- Hello, boy. There's a cute little fella.

Roy! It's about time.

Hey, ma, cut that out.

Roy's a darn nice-looking fella,
and I'm jealous.

Come on in and see velma.
She'll be glad to see you.

Oh, Roy, you look so good.

Mabel's husband's at work,
and Mabel's uptown gadding around,

so you got her all to yourself today, Roy.

Well, I hear you're all right.

-She wants to kiss you. —oh, ma!

We were wondering
what happened to you, Roy.

Well, I've been pretty busy.

- Hurt much when they fixed your foot?
- —oh, it didn't hurt at all.

I didn't even know it.

We'll never get through thanking you, Roy.
It was wonderful of you.

Say, uh_.

I got a big business deal coming up,

and if it goes through
the way I think it ought to,

I can quit for life.

Oh, that's fine, Roy. Did you tell pa?

I was thinking that, uh, if this deal
goes through the way it ought to,

that I'd like to take a trip
around the world.

And I was just...

Do you see what I mean, velma?

Yes, I see.

Well, I... I was thinking that

if you didn't want to take a trip around
the world, what would you like to do?

You see, velma,
I'd sure like to marry you.

I ain't so old, and I'm gonna have
plenty of dough someday.

Gee, I don't know.
You sure have been wonderful to us, Roy.

And pa says
there's no better man than you.

But, Roy...

You got somebody back home, I guess.

Well, yes. In a way, I have.

He's figuring on coming out here
to marry you?

I don't know. I may go back there.

I ought to be hearing from him
any day now.

Are you crazy about him, velma?

Well, I guess that lets me out.

But we can still be friends though,
can't we, Roy?

When will we see you again?

I don't know.

But I'll be walking in a few days.

Roy, you simply must come back
to see me walk.

Why, of course he will.

Yeah.

I'll come back and see velma walk.

What's wrong, pet?

He wants me to marry him, pa.

And I said I wouldn't on account of lon.

I don't love Roy, pa.

I'm not crippled anymore, pa.

And from now on, I'm gonna have fun.

Dressing up and going places and dancing.

I'll dance all night long if I want to!

Oh, I know what Roy did for me, pa.

But I don't love him.

Oh, I just don't love him.

Oh, there, there.

Morning. A man phoned in a telegram
for Mr. Collins.

Hello, pard, you hard-luck dog, you.

Yeah, it's from mendoza.
Tonight's the night.

Here are the three hammers.
Shall I take the sledge, Roy?

I don't know. I never cracked
a safety deposit box before.

I still don't see
why mendoza can't open those boxes.

It'd be a tip-off
that it was an inside job.

The cops would pinch him and he'd sing,
or I don't know a guy.

Roy, what about pard?

Oh, yeah. Take him over to algernon,
tell him to lock him up.

- Here, here's five bucks.
- —why not take him along?

Imagine taking a dog on a caper.
That's rich.

I'd watch after him.

You do as I tell you.

Well, I guess that's everything.

Now, listen, when we get into the hotel,

don't anybody look up,
no matter what happens.

That's my business.

Nobody's gonna bother you,
and I mean nobody.

Are there any questions?

Marie and I are gonna head for la
with the jewelry in a shoebox.

Take the dough and come back here.

When you hear from us,
bring the dough to la.

All right?

Well, I guess we're all set.

I'm glad Marie's going.
She's got more nerve than most guys.

Yeah.
And we'll make up her share between us.

That's fair, ain't it?
—fair enough.

You bet. It's worth it to have someone
to watch out for the car.

I'll never forget a guy I knew once.
Petty Garrison his name was.

One day, him and another creep waltzes in
to knock over a grocery store,

and they leaves the heap outside
with the engine running.

They come bouncing out a couple jumps
ahead of a shotgun blast.

Somebody snitched it.

So they ducks down an alley
and runs right smack into a copper.

Brother, what a mess.

You think of the prettiest stories
to tell.

They was just small-timers. Not like us.

We wasn't big till this one.
I don't feel big.

Roy feels big. That's what counts.

Cut the gab and get going.

Pard's locked in.
You know, he knows there's something up.

- He keeps scratching at the door.
- That little mutt's just a plain nuisance.

That's pard. I told you he knew.

Shut up and get in the car.

Wish that dog would stop howling.

Gives me the creeps.

What's wrong with you?

It's pard. He got loose.
He's following us.

- He can't follow us far at night.
- Oh, Roy, you can't.

Who says I can't?

What I ought to do
is put a bullet through his head.

Ain't got enough trouble
without a fool dog?

Let him in.

Poor little fella. Got no home.
Got nobody, have you?

Of all the 14-karat saps — starting out
on a caper with a woman and a dog.

If he spoils this job, I'll —
-oh, you're full of talk.

I think you're glad.

M—mendoza! —shut up.

One move out of you, son, I'll fill
your pants full of lead. Get over there.

- —I will, sir.
- Open it up, quick.

- —How's it going?
- Having a little trouble with the boxes.

How ya doing?

Got a few more.

This is really something.

Back.

Quiet, peaceful little hotel.

Nice time of night to build a house.

- —Oh, Bob!
- Get over there.

Shut up! Go on, over there. Move fast.

Bob, my rings. You've got to stop them.
You've got to.

Look, my friend, you can't do this.

- You just can't do it.
- —sit down.

You won't get hurt.

Hey, you.

Y—yes, sir?

Sit over there.

- Go on, go on, hurry up.
- Yes, sir.

Hoist 'em, buddy.

Take me with you!
I couldn't face the police now!

I never thought
we'd have to shoot somebody!

He won't croak. I shot low.
Get in that car.

Police! Police!

Hey, he's taking the wrong road.

Coppers will go to the fire now.

Oh, Roy, those boys.

Small-timers for small jobs.

They lost their heads.

This one was just too big.

You feeling better now?

Still kind of wobbly.

- I keep thinking of babe and red.
- There's no use in worrying about them.

If they didn't kick off,
the coppers have them.

Roy, do you think they'll talk?

If they don't, mendoza will.
But who cares?

I'll be turning that box over
to big Mac in a couple hours,

- and he's gonna hand me a wad of dough.
- Aw, gee.

Then we'll be all set, won't we, Roy?

Sure. You got quite a piece of change
coming to you too,

and I'm gonna see
that you get it right away.

'Cause I'll be blowing pretty soon.
Going back east, I guess.

- —I'm going with you.
- Oh, don't talk like a sap.

You stick around with me,
you'll never be in anything but trouble.

Look, Roy, no matter what happens,
I'm sticking with you.

Don't think you're ever gonna
check me so easy.

Well...

We'll see. Come on, let's go.
Come on, pard.

But remember, if the going gets too tough,
I'm gonna have to park you for a while.

I'm glad you said "for a while."
That makes me feel good.

Look, if I really get in your way,
you can park me.

Is that a deal?

It's a deal.

I won't be long.

- —Hello, earle.
- What are you doing here?

Mac sent for me.
I flew out a couple of days ago.

A mighty sick man Mac is.
He collapsed last night. He's asleep now.

Hey, you wanna read about yourself?

Tough about the two guys, huh?

- —It was their own fault.
- Well, their troubles are over.

Both of 'em, huh?

Yeah, mendoza broke his collarbone.

He got knocked cold,
but he'll be all right.

The police think he was kidnapped.
They haven't identified babe and red yet.

Let's go and show the stuff to Mac.
It might cheer him up.

- You got it in that shoebox there?
- Yeah, and it sure is heavy.

Hey, boss, wake up. Earle's here.
He clipped 'em for a half a million.

Yeah, I sure come through for ya.
You didn't spring me for nothing.

Wake up, Mac, wake up. Earle's here.

Hey... this guy is dead.

He's what?

He's dead.

Yep. Cold as a mackerel.
Kicked off in his sleep, I guess.

Say, what are you gonna do with the stuff?

Mac told me what to do
in case something like this happened.

I guess he had a feeling
he'd never make it.

Don't be a sap, earle.
Mac's dead, and we're rich.

I can get a fence to handle this stuff.
Don't you see it? We're rich.

Listen, chiseler, I'm still working
for him, and so are you.

I got my instructions,
and I'm gonna follow 'em.

Use your head, man.
This is a chance of a lifetime.

You heard me.

Okay, maybe you're right.

Pico 7—7—1—9.

Hello. This you, art? This is earle.

Mac's dead.

Yeah, he said in the letter to call you,
that you was to do the handling.

No. Nope, he — he just kicked off.

His heart.

Okay, thanks.

Hand over that box, earle.

You give me any trouble
and I'll fill you full of lead.

I'd be reinstated and get a medal beside.

Just what I told poor Mac.

A copper's always a copper.

Well, this stuff's
pretty hot anyway.

Here it is.

What happened?
I was getting ready to come look for you.

- Get in the car. You gotta drive.
- —what's wrong, honey?

Bullet nicked me.

Go to Vermont and turn right.

Mighty lucky, Roy.

Little higher,
it would've been curtains for you.

That stuff sure burns, doc.

Tell me, Roy,
did you really crack 'em for 500 gs?

Well, I can't tell you. They always
kick up the price after a heist, but...

I got plenty of rocks.

By the way, you'll have to trust me
on the dough angle.

- I only got about 50, 60 bucks on me.
- You didn't get your cut yet, eh?

That's all right,
but this is gonna cost you about 500.

I'm taking an awful chance.

Five hundred's okay with me.

When I need help, I need it bad,
and I'm willing to pay for it.

What about little velma?

Oh, I don't know, doc.
That was just one of them things, I guess.

Is she... is she walking pretty good now?

Perfectly. That surgeon friend of mine
did a magnificentjob.

You ought to see her.
It'd do your heart good.

Well, maybe I will look in
for just a minute.

- I promised the old man I would anyway.
- You'd better be going now.

Make a right turn here.

What about getting rid of the stuff?
Aren't we going to Santa Monica?

Something I gotta do first.
It'll only take a minute.

Velma?

I promised pa
I'd come back and see her walk.

Fine time you picked to go calling.

Can I go in with you?

You'll stay in the car.

I'm only going in myself
because I promised the old man.

Yeah, I know. You said that.

Gee, my foot gets stronger
all the time, lon.

- Don't you think I'm dancing better?
- Sure, baby. You're perfect.

- How about a little drink, huh?
- —oh, no, lon.

You want me to get dizzy again
like last night?

- Gootchie, gootchie, gootchie!
- —do you think they'll be all right?

- Sure, Joe's a panic when he's tight.
- You said it, boy!

-Listen, I want to —
—now, look here now, look here.

I never was one to spoil a good time,
but enough's enough, that's what I say.

I never — oh, who's that now?

Roy! —hello, pa.

Well, this is a surprise.

Hello, Roy!
It's about time you dropped in.

Where have you been?

Rest of the family's out for a ride.
They'll be sorry they missed you.

Roy, this is Mr. Preiser.
He's my — he's from back home.

Hello, Roy.
Velma's told me a lot about you.

We had a couple of drinks to you
the other night.

Oh, did you? —yeah.

Oh, you haven't seen me dance yet.
My foot's all better now. Watch me.

Go on, pard. Go get Roy. Go find him.

This is a fine party,
letting a lady dance by herself.

Come on, baby. Whee! Let's dance.

I declare! Who's that now?

Pard, you bad dog, you.

I'm sorry, Roy. He jumped out of the car
before I knew what had happened.

Oh, hello. You're velma, aren't you?

That's right.
—I'm Marie Garson, friend of Roy's.

I feel as though I know you.
Roy has often told me how nice you are.

- Has he?
- Oh, say, that reminds me.

You did a lot for velma, Roy.
I gotta pay you back.

After all, it's a lot of money.

Forget it. Think nothing of it.

Oh, but I'd like you to take it, Roy.

After all, lon and I
are going to be married very soon,

and he can afford it easily.

Getting married?

Well, that's — that's fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's swell.

Well, I guess I'll be on my way, pa.
I'm going back east.

Just came in to say goodbye.

Oh, well,
let's have a drink together first, Roy.

You and your little girlie,
and me and my little velma.

Get your hands off me.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't like you.

I don't like the way you talk,
and I don't like your friends.

I don't like to think
of her being married to you.

Oh, come on, Roy.

You haven't got any right
to say such things.

Lon's gonna be my husband, and I love him.

And you're just jealous and mean
'cause I don't want you.

'Cause I never wanted you.

I'm sure sorry.

Oh, it's all right.

Maybe it's just as well
it happened this way.

Goodbye, pa.

Goodbye.

Some nerve he had.

If it wasn't for you, dear,
I'd have punched him right in the nose.

You shouldn't have come in there, Marie.

I had to, Roy.
You thought of her more than you did me.

I just wanted to know why.

You don't love her anymore, do you?

If you weren't sure of it,
you wouldn't have asked me.

If I didn't know where they'd come from,
I'd think they was phony.

Poor old Mac.

There he was, laying there dead,
with a half a million bucks beside him.

Well, it's all yours,
and all I want is my cut.

You're gonna have to wait a few days
for that, Roy.

- What's that?
- Don't look at me like that.

My share you could put in your eye.

Larry's the head man now that Mac's gone.

- Kansas City?
- —that's him. He's flying out.

Now, you leave the stuff with me
and hide out for a while.

I can help you out a little.

You ain't trying to pull a fast one on me,
are you? I don't like fast ones.

Well, take the stuff with you
if you feel that way.

But it'll be like carrying a bomb around.

Okay. Give me a couple of hundred bucks
and keep this.

But if I don't get my end,
you ain't gonna be around long.

You and Larry both.

Oh, now, don't worry, Roy. You'll get it.

Here's the 200.

Yeah... that's what I want.

Oh, Roy!

It's a present.

Oh.

Of course
you would put it on the wrong finger.

Well?

Same old song. Nothing doing yet.

I'm gonna run out of dough
with all these long-distance calls.

Well, you should've taken the money
velma's boyfriend offered you.

But no, think nothing of it.
That's what you said. Sucker.

Yeah. Don't look like this thing's
ever gonna cool off.

Look, I've been thinking things over.

I like little pard here
as much as you do, but...

What algernon said
about him being bad luck...

Oh, that's a lot of malarkey.

Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't.

How could a poor little dog be the cause
of it all? That's just plain dumb.

Sometimes you get me crazy.

You think when you say a thing,
that's that. Nobody knows nothing but you.

Okay, pard's to blame for everything.

- It's all pard's fault. Have it your way.
- I didn't say pard was to blame.

- I said there might be something to it.
- Oh, shut up.

Don't tell me to shut up, you...

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

It's hurting you, isn't it?

Will you just let me change
this dressing for you?

Sorry.

It don't look so good, Roy. It's all red.

- Do you feel as if you have any fever?
- —no, I don't think so.

I don't know. Maybe I have.

- Think I ought to go in and see the doc?
- Oh, no, you can't do that.

They might get you.
You can't trust anybody, Roy.

After all, $10,000 is a lot of money.

You oughta turn me in
and live easy for the rest of your life.

Roy, even in fun,
don't ever say things like that.

Thanks, Sonny.

Morning.

Morning, Mr. Collins.

Baby, our troubles are over.
I'm driving in tonight.

I just talked to art.
He said they'll have my cut ready.

- How's that?
- Oh, gee, that's great.

Now we can go back east
where we'll be safe.

I was beginning to think
they were giving me the runaround.

It sure is easy to be wrong in this world.

- —Oh, honey, love me?
- You bet I do.

Let him out, will ya? —okay.

- —Pains?
- Yeah, a little.

Look, honey, hldfivein.

No, nothing doing.
Suppose we get a rumble.

We won't.
They're not even looking for you yet.

All the same, I'll drive. You go ahead
with the packing. The car needs gas.

All right.

Nice little pard. Nice little boy.
Shake hands?

Nice pard.

Ooh, he's a fine boy. Nice little pard.

- I wanna see you.
- I-I'm busy. I got a lot to do...

W — well, a lot to do this morning.

That's a nice little dog you got there,
Mr. Collins.

- I was just trying to make up with him.
- —what makes you think his name's pard?

Didn't I hear you call him that yesterday?
Maybe I'm wrong.

Get in there.

- You know who I am, don't ya?
- No, I never saw you before. Honest.

Then what are you so scared about?

Oh, please, Mr. Earle,
please don't kill me.

Open that door.

Looking for that reward, huh?

Listen to this. "Police are hot
on his trail, and believe it or not,

he's traveling with a woman
who answers to the name of Marie

and a little gray-white mongrel dog
who answers to the name of pard."

- Mendoza!
- Yeah, he squawked.

I should've taken care of him
when he followed me out of the hotel.

Look at the tag they hung on me —
Mad dog earle.

Them newspaper writers!

What are we gonna do, Roy?

Wait a minute.

Marie, I gotta park you for a while
like you said.

Like who said?

We agreed that if the going got tough,
I was to park you.

- You said it was a deal.
- —oh, now, look, Roy.

I can't leave you now.
I don't care what happens to me.

Let's stick together, honey.
Let the money go. Forget about it.

We'll head east. We'll make it.
Then we'll be safe.

Baby, you need dough to get back east.

I've got maybe 30 grand coming to me,
and I'm gonna get it.

Now, listen, I got an idea.

I'll put you on the bus to Las Vegas.
You wait there for me.

I'll get my end and I'll come after you.

Now, look, Roy, don't leave me.
Please. I'm scared about it.

You think I want to take you in
and get you shot?

Brother, when they hang
that number one tag on you,

they shoot first and argue aftennards.
I know.

Mad dog earle. How do you like that?

They've tied me up
with that kranmer killing.

If they get me, I haven't got a chance.

But they ain't gonna get me.

I've done all the time I'm ever gonna do.

I'll tie that guy up.

You go on down to the store
and get a big basket with a lid on it.

Put pard in it and take him with you.

Okay, Roy. I'll do anything you say.

Come on, pard. Get in here. Come on.

Get in. Now, when you get to Las Vegas,
go right to the place I told you.

Don't ask nobody no questions.

I'll be with you tomorrow night
at the latest.

Got that?

I just got a feeling about it, Roy.

I'm awful sorry for the way I've acted.

- You got nothing to be sorry about.
- —yes, I have.

Nagging at you and flying off the handle.

I wish I hadn't. Oh...

Aw, I like it. That's the way
married people oughta act.

Listen, my ma and pa fought
like cats and dogs going on 40 years.

I wouldn't give you two cents
for a dame without a temper.

Oh, Roy.

Here she comes.

Here. Take this.

That's all you got, Roy.
I don't need that much.

It's all right, you keep it.
I'm all right.

You're all I got in the world.

Come on now, baby.

I'll see you tomorrow night.

Come on.

Turning from the European news,
ladies and gentlemen,

a bulletin just handed me states
that "mad dog" r0 y earle

has been identified as the man
who slugged a tourist camp proprietor

earlier this morning at palm vri/e
on route 395.

Subject of one of the most intensive
police searches in California history,

the bandit killer and his companion,
a woman named Marie,

are belie ved at this moment
to be headed toward Los Angeles.

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yeah, get me a pack of cigarettes.

Don't give me no trouble.
Hand over the dough in that register.

Yes, sir, but don't get nervous.
Never get myself shot up over money.

You're right. You got sense.

- Well, John, give me a coke.
- Look out, Tom, it's Roy earle!

What is all this?
—holdup, Henry.

John thought it was Roy earle.
Been reading too many detective magazines.

Sure looked like Roy earle's picture.

If it's earle,
he's headed back over the pass.

Operator, give me 4-20.

Sheriff, Holden speaking.

Fairmount drugstore's
just been held up and robbed

by a man identified as Roy earle.

Yeah, looks just like him.

Okay. Patrol car 41 waiting
on high bridge road.

Good. We'll have him bottled up
in another hour.

Spread out, boys.
Scatter and watch yourselves. He's armed.

- Gotta keep under cover.
- —charlie and spike, work over to his left.

- —If he makes a move, let him have it.
- He'll never come out alive.

We got him holed in. I know this country.
Hank, Sam, go up to the Ridge and wait.

Hey, you! You got no chance!

Come on down! We won't do no shooting!

Come and get me, buddy!
Come and get me!

What's the matter, you yellow?

Bill, scout over at the ranger station,

get slim up here with his
high-powered rifle and telescope sight.

His position puts him in command

of se vera/ hundred feet of territory
between him and the road.

Natural rock formations shelter him
from attacks above.

/t is some five hours now
since Roy earle took to cover on the rock,

and there is no indication on his part
to surrender.

The road up the mountain
is a jam of traffic.

Spectators are coming from allover

as / said before,
the scene is some 60 miles from Ballard

I must go back the way we just came.
Is there another bus going back soon?

Yes, lady. There's one leaves from here
in about ten minutes.

Just like all dames. She don't know
whether she's coming or going.

It's infernally cold up here.
Maybe it's nerves.

The rock above where earle is hiding
looks like a huge iceberg.

Whenever the fiares are lit, the faces
of the crowd gathered around here

look like white masks of snow.

They look dead, all but their eyes.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

It's all right. I'm Healy of the bulletin.

Let's see your police card.

Okay.

There've been more rumors flying around.
One is earle's about to give himself up.

Another, that they've sent to march field
near riverside

for a squadron of armored bombing planes
to blast earle out.

While this is going on, the sheriff and
his men hold conference after conference.

Nerves of everyone are getting more taut.
The crowd is getting very restless.

Huge spotlights are trained
on earle's rocky fortress.

Looks like they're planning something new.

Howdy, sheriff. —hello, Charlie.

-Hey, slim. —yeah?

-See that peak up there? —yeah.

Reckon you could work your way up above
where that fella's hiding?

Ain't never been done before.

It's 3,000 feet. I don't know.

I'll take a try at it.

There's the sheriff over there talking
with a man with a queer—looking rifie.

Any minute now,
it may be curtains for Roy earle.

This seems to be the coldest place
in the world tonight. Cold and unreal.

One is awe-stricken by the gruesomeness
of this rendezvous with death.

The morbidly curious onlookers standing by
as if they watched a game.

The tall pine trees clustered around
like a silent jury.

The stern-faced officers of the law
waiting for the kill,

and up above a defiant gangster
from a simple farm on the flats of Indiana

about to be killed on the highest
mountain peak in the United States.

What's the idea, you?
Get back where you belong.

Anybody else tries that'll
get run in, see?

What are you up to, sister?
Why'd you try to get through this line?

What do you mean to do?

Have you a little dog in that basket?

A little gray-white dog?

Boy.

Hey.

What's the matter with her?

Roy earle has been traveling around
with a girl called Marie.

Sure, I know. What about her?

Meet Marie.

Hey, sheriff!

Sheriff!

I guess slim couldn't make it.

Listen, you. For the last time,
I'm telling you to call earle.

-If you don't get wise, I'm gonna —
-wait a minute, George.

Look, Marie, it's dawn now,
and we can't wait any longer.

We don't want to kill your man
unless we have to.

Why don't you tell him to come down
and surrender peacefully.

If you help us now,
it'll go easier with you.

I'm not thinking of myself.

Oh, be smart.

Just yell up to him and tell him
to put his gun away and come down.

Othennise, we'll get him sure.

All right.

Go ahead and yell.

- —No, I won't.
- What's that?

I won't, I tell you.
—we'll get him then.

He's gonna die anyway.
He'd rather it was this way.

Go on, kill him, all of you!
Kill him! Kill him!

Okay, lady, we're through.

Earle! Come down!
It's your last chance!

Come and get me!
There's plenty of you down there!

I'm telling you, it's your last chance!

That's what you say, copper!

Marie!

Marie!

Marie!

Marie!

Big shot earle.

Well, well.

Look at him lying there.

He ain't much now, is he?

Mister...

What does it mean...

When a man crashes out?

Crashes out?

That's a funny question
for you to ask now, sister.

Means he's free.

Free.

Free.