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Good night. I'm Simon and Simon.

Don't tell me you're John Dillinger. I'm turning myself in. The print was made

by John Dillinger. Tell Jay Edgar I can't make it to the dance marathon.

This keeps up our client list. It's going to be made up of nothing but mind

readers and extraterrestrials. I'd like you to investigate the FBI.

We want everything you've got. Now, is it Dillinger or not?

Well, there's more truth to this than anyone might believe.

It was a warm night in July, and the Biograph Theater in Chicago was playing

Clark Gable movie, a Manhattan melodrama. It was a gangster picture.

John Dillinger loved gangster movies.

Now, we had the place surrounded.

He wasn't going to get away this time.

And when the movie ended, we saw the lady diving for cover. A woman screamed,

and public enemy number one folded up like an accordion on the sidewalk.

Oh, but that's not the end of the story. I saw the dead man on the street that

night with my very own eyes.

And I'm convinced it was not the real Dillinger.

But what happened to him?

Oh, I don't know.

But for 50 years I've been looking for the right man.

And someday I'm going to find John Dillinger.

Is that really his gun?

Oh, yeah.

380 Automatic, recovered by the FBI on the raid on the Little Bohemia hunting

lot. I want to hear more about Mom Barker. Oh, go on, kids.

Next time.

Grandpa's tired.

Mom. Come on, come on. Go on out to the car, get your things. I'll be right

there.

Is that you, Eddie?

You forget something?

I knew it was you.

Nobody would ever believe it.

But they will when I take you in.

The telephone company has been sending you past due bills.

Now, I warned you when the yellow one came. I warned you when the pink one

I warned you again when the green one came. But did you listen?

No. Yes, you should have. But no, you had to wait for the blood red notice.

24 hours until Armageddon. And then if they would have it, do they disconnect

your ship to shore service? No. They disconnect my telephone. I was on my way

the phone company and everything. And what happened?

What, Rick? Come on, tell me. I mean, I really want to know.

Was she blonde, brunette, redhead? No, no.

Kind of a sandy brown color. We met at the corner market. It was Kismet, A .J.

We both reached for the same package of frozen enchiladas. Frozen enchiladas?

Yeah, we never did get around to eating those enchiladas either, but there was

something just electric in the air when we... Beautiful blue eyes, and she's

so...

healthy and alive, a vibrant personality. I can't even tell the phone

that the check is in the mail because it's in the freezer stuck to a box of

frozen enchiladas.

Excuse me.

Are you the private investigator?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, I'm Addie Becker. I would like to hire you.

What can we do for you?

I'd like you to investigate the FBI.

Unofficially.

Unofficially, however, they tend to write my father off as a poaching old

who spent his pension money pretending that he was working on a case.

Are you sure he's working on something again? Absolutely.

I recognize the pattern.

I think about February, I guess. He was getting some mysterious phone calls from

a man who wouldn't leave messages whenever I would answer the phone.

And he was going out at all hours.

Look, I grew up a bureau brat. I know he was working on something.

And the FBI, I mean, they aren't in kind of burglary -related shooting.

And that's not right.

Anything taken from the house?

Um, a cassette recorder, my father's wallet, um...

A gun that once belonged to John Dillinger.

The police think that was what was used to kill my father.

He was showing it to my kids last night.

Look, my father's dead. I want to find out who killed him.

Would you excuse us for a moment, please?

Sure. I'll take some coffee.

You know, Rick, I feel sorry for her, but everything here points to burglary.

I'm just wondering if it's fair of us to take her money, and the police are

probably going to handle this better than we can.

Well, I'm just wondering why a burglar who's interested in stealing cash and

tape recorders and an old gun would bother with taking a file and newspaper

clippings out of the victim's desk.

Say what? Well, it's a chrono file. Look at this.

February. There's nothing since February. Not one single clipping.

That doesn't necessarily mean that the killer took him. No, no. He could have

just stopped saving the stories. He could have put him someplace else.

On the other hand, February was the month he went back into a work pattern,

according to his daughter.

Yeah, but it's just, you know, something to wonder about.

You know, I know where Abby Hoffman was hiding all those years the FBI was

looking for him. He was right here in their waiting room.

Relax. You're giving yourself a nervous rash.

Well, I don't like the FBI, and never will.

I know they're good at what they do, but they got this attitude.

That's why they're good at what they do.

You know, if you threw the covers off a sleeping FBI agent, you would find a guy

who was totally naked except for a pair of black shiny shoes.

Look at this.

Huh?

Excuse me.

A .J.? Oh, it is A .J. I don't have the second part.

It's Simon.

Simon, right. Frank Kinnaman. Nice to see you. What brings you back here?

Oh, just got a little cold. He had a case when he was killed, and he wants to

know what the FBI knows about him. No, Ty Becker's imagination was just out of

control, guys. I mean, he was just local police matter.

To be very honest with you, everybody around here thought he was just a little

wacko. You know all that stuff about Dillinger? Come on. You know who

Dillinger's gun was.

probably the murder weapon i heard that i guess you just put that down to final

irony look i gotta go see the boss spot me three and serve and i'd love to get

you back on the racquetball okay hey you got it all right here all right you got

it uh would you tell him that we're uh we're in here waiting yeah i'll tell him

thank you nice guy for the fbi

Thank you.

He took our safety deposit box.

You can light it.

I got it.

It's an old .380.

Automatic. That's the gun from my father's collection.

See, all I had a chance to see in the box was...

Some contract and some insurance forms and a brown envelope that had a manila

folder in it that said 5 plus 5.

Yeah. The guy probably took the clippings out of the file because he was

there was something in there that pointed an error to him.

Well, maybe he was afraid there was something in the safe deposit box that

do the same thing. More than likely.

Possibly the 5 plus 5.

Or whatever.

Anything?

Oh, yeah. Good.

What's wrong? I've been several blocks away.

Uh -huh.

The gun was the same one used in the murder of your father.

We found a clear fingerprint on it.

Good. Fresh print, also.

Brand new.

Could have been made yesterday. Today, we're talking fresh.

Well, that's great. You've got a chance for a positive ID.

We already have a positive ID.

Who is it, Lieutenant?

The print was made by John Dillinger.

Come on, Tesla.

Really traveled fast.

Looks like no news is really smoking.

Don't worry, it could be fair.

You can hardly call that no news. I mean, a 50 -year -old ghost of a

legend like John Dillinger?

That's exactly the kind of sensational stuff people eat up with a spoon.

People who are easily impressed.

You know, this is fascinating.

And it's depressing.

Hey!

You know, that ties us to these people.

This keeps up our client list. It's going to be made up of nothing but mind

readers and extraterrestrials.

Ah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, here we go.

The Dillinger print was discovered by two San Diego private investigators, A

and Simon Richard.

Height, lacked all of Dillinger's scars, had a rheumatic heart.

Dillinger's didn't.

And don't forget the eyes.

The dead man had brown eyes. Mine are blue.

I don't want to hear this.

Don't tell me you're... John Dillinger.

John Dillinger.

Yes, believe it or not, it's me.

I'm turning myself in.

On a B &E charge, I hope this door was locked.

The lock hasn't been invented. It could stop me, laddy boy.

Get out of here. In here.

Some call me Desperate Dan, but Dillinger's the name.

Yeah, well, uh, but we'd love to hear more, Mr. Dillinger, but, uh... Right

it's time for our nap, so I'll tell you what. Why don't you go down and talk to

a Lieutenant Brown? He's down... Hey, Rick, this is Bruno.

I'm still trying to trace those calls to the Becker house.

Some kind of protected exchange.

Right now I'm stuck in a master switcher in St. Louis, but I'll crack it.

Are you the detectives who are looking for me?

Mr. Dillinger, we presume.

I'm trying to pin myself in.

Lieutenant Brown said you would talk me out of it.

All we did

was turn in the gun. We just did our job as good citizens. That's all. That's

it. I sure would like to know who leaked this story to the news wires. Oh, it

wasn't us. Look, why don't you just leak another story saying it's all bull?

Fingerprints are not bull. They're considered class A evidence.

You don't need to rent cage space from the zoo to take care of this.

Oh, you think this is bad? This is the fringe lunatic response.

Wait till the real wackos get wound up.

I'm going to need some help. Ah, no. Not this time.

That'll do for now.

Come on, let's go.

Thank you for coming by.

Dillinger, if we have any further questions, I'll call you.

Ma 'am?

I'm sorry, sir. He's had a difficult adolescent.

I understand.

Come on home now, Floyd.

What is that look?

was a reincarnation of Dillinger. I'm going to have to start a new list.

I thought the Becker case wasn't federal.

It isn't, but Dillinger's print is.

Oh, I'd like to thank both of you from the bottom of my heart for finding me.

Oh, any time you talk to his daughter, she told you about the file that was

taken out of the bank. Five plus five, yeah, she told me. I have never heard of

an FBI operation by that name, past or present, and I know every scandal.

Some of the witnesses at the bank said that the guy was wearing some sort of...

Odd shoes?

What do they call it?

Spectator shoes.

Right, spectator shoes.

Well, you can get those anywhere.

Yeah, I suppose.

Ah, forget it. It was just a dumb thought.

Nah, that's what you guys get paid for.

What exactly was your dumb thought?

Dillinger was a dandy.

That's what he wore.

How you holding up?

Oh, fine, fine. Once they yanked the phone out of the wall.

Kids were at my sister's. Reporters were hanging out on the corner waiting to

follow them to school. Can you believe that?

Yeah.

Find anything?

Oh, yeah. I found Leg Diamond. I found the Lindbergh kidnapping. Every major

crime sensation for the last 50 years. But no 5 plus 5.

Nothing I can find.

So what do we do now?

Nothing much to do except wait for the police to sort everything out. Besides,

the FBI's on it now.

So what, that means you're through? No. No, because if you are, just give me the

bill. I mean, I'll find somebody else. Hey, hey, hey, time out.

Relax. On the case, all we're saying is that what exactly do you want to do that

isn't already being done right now?

I would like to save my father's good name. I think he deserves that, don't

Yes, he does.

All agreed on that.

Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Um...

Who's around that might have known your dad back in his early days at the

bureau?

Well, everybody's gone now.

I guess Julie's the last. She was my father's secretary for 35 years.

Dad used to come see her all the time.

When he talked about her, he always had that look on his face. You know, that

too bad for poor old Jewel look.

I guess we all slow down after a while.

to me.

I'd stay out of Chicago, you bad boy, you.

Jewel, do you remember me?

That's Nunvio's territory.

Addie Becker. He'll feed you to the fishes.

Ty's daughter. Let him go to Chicago.

We'll stay.

Hey,

where are you going? I thought you wanted to learn how to play the game. I

figured I'd watch one of those erotic exercise classes.

Aerobic!

She goes in and out of it.

Out more than in these days.

She's not senile. It's a form of schizophrenia.

Come on.

No breathing. Any progress on those phone calls?

Don't ask me.

You're the FBI.

Piece of cake.

Come on. You don't have

to

stay up and hold my hand.

Want some more brandy?

Didn't help.

Nothing does, I ever have.

I remember yelling.

Every time he'd let loose, I'd yell.

All I could do was yell.

We'd been shot. I used to mess my pants up more than those damn rice patties.

All you guys I knew would throw up.

You want a half sandwich?

What is it?

Let's see.

It was either steak tartare on whole wheat or banana pudding.

Thanks. I'll stick with the brandy.

Think I'll join you.

Couldn't be, could it? Hey.

Dillinger?

I don't know. I guess we'll find out who did this.

I don't know if it's Dillinger.

When we find who did this, and we will, I don't care if it's John Dillinger or

Al Capone, he's going to be as terrified as I was this afternoon.

Just hang on. We'll be right there.

Lieutenant Brown, I have a job to do too, you know? I mean, this is a massive

headache for the entire department. Bogan, what do you want me to do? You

me to investigate this job here or do you want me to help Bob Hope entertain

troops? The chief would greatly appreciate your cooperation.

All right, let's get this thing over with.

I can't do it. Do what?

Whatever it is, I can't do it today.

Tom, we just want to know if you got any leads on the Dillinger gang. That's

all. That's a gang? Well, they can't be working alone. You want leads?

I got leads. Here, look, leads right here. Plenty of leads.

John Dillinger. Tom, calm down. You can never tell when one of these things is

going to take you right to the big banana. You know what I mean? We're

Lieutenant.

Look, I wish I could help you guys, but I'm booked on Phil Donahue this morning.

You think I need any makeup? Oh, yeah.

private investigators and a Mrs. Sophie Cranberry.

That's Ganberry. She lives across the street.

Well, anyway, she wrote a letter to the San Diego Police Department that says

John Dillinger lives at this address.

I beg your pardon?

Well, uh, don't misunderstand us. We've been following leads all day.

We're at the bottom of the list. I'm a dentist.

Yeah, we can see that. And Mrs. Ganberry is a burned out old alky. We...

Tried to talk to her, but she wasn't in.

She's in.

She's just out.

Ah.

Well, sorry to disturb you.

It leads to a chicken farmer named Gonzales, a 350 -pound brewmeister. Now,

Dennis and Chula Vista, I have had it, too. No more long shots.

Well, I just wish Frank would come up with something on 5 plus 5. I'm not

to tell you that's a dangling thread in this case. And about time to tie it up,

too, with or without Kinnaman's help.

Somewhere in this house, there has got to be a link to the 5 plus 5 file.

Are you sure your father never made any reference to it? No, absolutely.

Believe me, I'm beginning to dream about this. Yeah, yeah, hang on. Hang on.

I gotta go.

Area code 869. Where is that?

What do you mean you don't know?

Guess what? The number's not only unlisted, it's classified. We have no

who's at the other end.

I'll tell you what, Addie, he knows your voice, so I think maybe you ought to be

the one to make the call.

Hello? This is Addie Becker. Do you know my father, Ty Becker?

How did you get this number?

It's not important.

I want to talk to you about 5 plus 5.

5 plus 5?

Is that what you said? Yes. I want to know what my father was working on. I

can't tell you yet.

But someone will be in touch.

Now we have no choice.

We'll have to set up a rendezvous for them.

With Mr.

Dillinger.

Oh, you want to know what I think?

He was Dillinger, we called.

What on earth makes you think that? Because it sounded like him.

Oh, now you know what Dillinger sounds like?

Yeah. Like George C. Scott, at least that's what he ought to sound like. You

want to know what else I think?

This is Bruno. I think that's Bruno. I don't know what's going on here, guys,

but somebody's trying to trace that connection back.

You know, from that 869 number to me.

Should I be worried or what?

Be again.

That number from last night?

Oh, she called from 1935 or thereabouts.

Called me by my mother's name.

What'd she want?

She needed to talk to my father. She had an important message from Ellie.

Who's Ellie?

Elliot Nett. The only person that ever got away with calling him Ellie was

Jewel. It's too bad, really.

She's the one person my father might have confided in.

And you saw her. She's...

In another world.

You know, if Julie is back in 1935,

maybe we ought to join her there.

I mean, I wouldn't do this for just anybody. I want you to know that, AJ.

Babyface.

What?

From now on, call me Babyface and you're a machine gun.

Just like this when you're seven.

What do you say? What do you know?

I don't understand.

We have some questions from J. Edgar that need some answers.

Don't tell me. The Rotary Club is organizing an old -time costume ball.

What did she just say?

No, ma 'am.

It's just that when we were here before... You were here?

Yes, you remember?

You were dancing.

Drinking shit you again your father didn't visit me this week

He's been away

He's dead isn't he

He was a good man, Eddie

Yeah,

we all will

Did my father happen to say anything about his last case?

Only that he was involved in some kind of an internal investigation.

A cover -up inside the FBI.

That's all he said.

You suppose the Bureau's covering up the Dillinger thing?

I don't know, but I intend to ask the ever -helpful Frank Cannon.

I tell you about these FBI guys.

That too.

Tell Jay Edgar I can't make it to the dance marathon this weekend.

I don't think he's going to be there either, sweetheart.

A .J., I was shielding you for your own protection.

Well, excuse me, Frank, but I don't exactly feel safe and sound.

We want everything you've got. Now, is it Dillinger or not?

Well, there's more truth to this than anyone might believe.

Try us.

It'll have to be strictly off the record.

All right.

Do you know the old Rialto Theater on Lincoln Avenue?

It's closed down. Are you telling us that's where Dillinger is? Just meet me

there in a half hour.

The rear door will be open, and bring that Becker girl with you.

truth too.

What are we going to do if Dillinger really is in there?

Grab him.

Rick Simon, the man who nailed John Dillinger.

I feel like we're going into the Twilight Zone. This is an historic

Oh, boy.

Come out wherever you are.

Dillinger's crime spree galvanized the imaginations of a nation weary of soup

line papers.

Charming fellow.

Sorry to put you through all this, but it's the way Mr. Dillinger wants it.

He's always had a very theatrical flair.

A .J.

A .J.

A .J.

I'll take the ball. Perhaps the most notorious gangland pirate to roam the

depression landscape.

was gentleman johnny dillinger public enemy number one

1933, Dillinger stayed one step ahead of the G -men, thwarting the law.

It all came to a bloody end on a hot night in Chicago, 1934, when Hoover's

crime buster, Melvin Purvis, trapped Dillinger outside a movie theater.

Even though John Dillinger never broke a federal law, the FBI had all day in

Chicago.

AJ, put the gun down. Don't kill her! Get her out of here! I don't want her to

see this! Please! You got ten seconds, Kinnaman. Tell me how you did the

Dillinger print.

I can't in ten seconds.

You got five seconds!

All right! It was a computer scan from the original print in our files.

We molded it on latex, added some oil, and then pressed it against the gun, all

right?

Your father was working at his personal request since February.

I didn't even know anything about it. Five plus five.

Five by five. You got it wrong. It was a code.

They were looking for an FBI agent, Kinnaman, as it turns out, who was

names and addresses of relocated witnesses to the underworld.

There have been several murders in the past few months. Your chief could have

made it all a lot easier for everybody if you'd spoken up a little sooner.

The chief didn't know you or anyone else knew about five by five until you

called. He was still trying to catch the mole.

Fortunately, you took care of that for us.

Thank you.

Good day.

Anytime.

No Dillinger.

Oh, would you, would you?

There goes your page in the history books. There is still a lot of evidence

the guy killed in front of the biograph 1934 was not John Dillinger. No, no.

Come on. The guy who was killed left had brown eyes. No, I don't believe that.

Yes, and Bush Cassidy escaped from Bolivia. Died in Oregon of old age. Uh

Come on. The guy who was...

It's all over.

You don't have anything else to worry about, Dad.

Just stay away from Sophie Ganberry from now on.

And no more stories about the good old days in Chicago, okay?

I mean, this really could have been embarrassing.