The Walking Target (1960) - full transcript
Nick gets out of prison after serving his time for robbery, but no one ever found the stolen money, a quarter million dollars. Everyone's watching him: the police, a mobster, his girlfriend, reporters, hoping to catch him going for the loot.
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- Harbin, you'll be getting
out of here in a few minutes.
You've been a model prisoner.
Neat, willing, courteous, hard working,
I'd feel real good about
this except for one thing.
I know you've just been marking time,
waiting to get your hands on that money.
Nick, I'd hope we could talk.
- I've served my time, Warden.
The State's all finished with me now.
- As long as that money is missing,
there'll be spotlight right on you.
You stole it and hid it
so it couldn't be found.
All right.
From now on all you have to do is sneeze,
and the police will be right
there with a tape recorder.
- I'm a free man.
I'll take my chances.
- I was hoping you got smarter.
You came here wild and dumb.
For a while, I thought you
were learning something.
Going to school, being cooperative.
You're no smarter.
Just older.
- I figured I'm smart enough.
- All right.
Your time's up.
And, Nick,
remember this.
You're no ordinary ex-con.
You're a walking target.
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- Well, Nick, honey, it's me, Sue.
Oh, Nick baby, I came to meet you.
- Thanks a lot.
You're looking good.
- Oh, thanks, hon.
- But you would have looked
a lot better in there.
Just once in five years?
- Well, Nick, I,
Nick, it was those walls.
I couldn't go in there.
I tried.
Baby, I'll make it up to you.
- [Al] Harbin?
- Hey, look out.
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- Hey, I, uh, I'm Al Kramer, The Record.
Tell me, how does it feel to get out?
Got any plans?
- Yeah.
Peace and solitude.
- What?
- Peace and solitude, Kramer.
Five years ago I didn't
know what they meant.
Now I know, and I'm gonna enjoy it.
- Harbin.
Max Brodney, Headquarters.
Detective Squad.
- Big cop, huh?
- That's right.
I'm a cop.
You're a louse.
- Careful, cop, or I'll
sue you for slander.
- Well, I heard you got
yourself an education inside.
You're not so quick with
the hands anymore, huh?
- I'm a law abiding citizen.
- No, you're not.
You're smart, Harbin.
But you're still a louse.
I'll see you around.
(engine starting)
Probably on a slab.
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- Think he knows where the money is?
- Sure, sure.
You know, Lieutenant,
he was sizing me up.
Like he was figuring whether
he could take me or not.
- You're bigger than he is.
- Yeah.
And I could see him figuring
just how to move if he had to.
- Whatever move he makes, you make it too.
There'll come a time when
he'll go for the money.
You be there.
- I'll help him count it.
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- This is one of the things
I've been dreaming about.
Just driving any place, anywhere I want.
- Is that all you dreamed about, Nick?
- What's the pitch, Susie?
- It's no pitch, Nick, it's just,
baby, can't we pick it up again?
- Just like that?
After nothing?
Five stinking years of nothing?
- Nick, I was just a kid.
I was scared.
I just couldn't...
- All right, Susie.
We'll try it again, huh?
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Well, I guess nothing could
change this old place.
- Well, you put it in my name, Nick.
I figured I could keep it.
For you.
- For me?
But I gave it to you, Susie.
A long time ago.
You know, I, thought we
were heading this way,
but I couldn't remember.
But anyway, it's a,
it's a real welcome.
- Hey, cut it out, will you?
I'm blushing.
Hey, Nick.
- Davey boy,
it's good to see you.
- How are, hey, let
go, you cement crusher.
Welcome home, Nick.
You know, I, I tried to
visit you but no dice.
No ex-cons get in except to stay.
- Yeah, yeah.
I know.
- Oh, boys, the important thing
now is that we're all here.
Safe and together.
- That's right.
And with both of you here,
it's a real homecoming, so here's a toast.
To Nick Harbin.
A toast to five years of my life.
(glass shattering)
- Oh, Nicky, are you still the wild man?
The human dynamo.
Never walks, always running.
- I'm not gonna run anymore.
- Oh, Nicky, honey, you didn't
have to blow up a storm.
- Boy, are you still nervous!
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.
I, uh,
I got some sense kicked in
me in five years, but I,
I usually don't go off like that anymore.
- Ah, forget it.
You know, you look in
wonderful shape, Nick.
Solid.
- Oh, yeah, Davey, I kept in
good condition, all right.
They, uh, in there, you gotta keep moving.
You gotta do something or you go crazy.
- Nick, honey, relax.
It's all over now.
- Sure, come on, here, let's
drink to the good times.
To the future, huh?
- All right.
Yeah, here's to the future.
May she be fat and rich.
Ah!
- Well,
now, what's the pitch?
Well, you know, the loot.
The bundle.
- Look, Dave, all I want
right now is a good suit.
And then a real dinner.
I want a steak.
A big steak.
And a knife to cut it with.
Look, kids.
First I gotta relax.
Then I can start planning.
The first plan
is you and me.
- Nick, still the fast talk?
- No fast talk, baby.
I've been dreaming too long,
now I'm gonna start living.
- Okay, Nick.
We'll talk later.
Shall we have dinner here?
- My treat.
The biggest steak in town.
And, don't get anxious, Nick.
It's just a steak.
And I'll stay at home with my knitting,
and I'll leave you two all alone.
- Davey,
you're still my boy.
- I'll take it.
- But right now I got a
little shopping to do.
- Oh, what are you using for money?
- Money.
Well, Davey, I sowed mail
sacks, I made gift boxes,
and I combed jute, and I saved my dough.
I got nearly a 1000 bucks
on me, so don't worry.
I'm loaded.
And you,
you just make yourself beautiful
and that steak medium rare, huh?
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- Hon?
Hurry back.
He's gone.
- That big ape.
(glass shattering)
Laying his hands on you like, Like,
first plan, you and me.
- Well, darling, after all.
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Take me, take me.
- I almost threw my drink in his face.
- Oh, baby, no.
You remember how fast
he was with his hands?
Why, he would have killed you.
After all, I was his girl.
- That was five years ago.
- Dave, I hid it, too.
I dunno, maybe we should
just get out of here.
Forget him and the lousy money.
- Forget 260,000 bucks?
Now, look,
now, look, baby,
I want everything to be right with us.
Everything silk and stable.
And, baby, we'll cash in
and we'll coast forever, huh?
- Okay.
But I don't want you hurt.
You know, double crossing
Nick might be too dangerous.
- Forget it.
Nick hasn't got a chance.
Not the way I got things set up.
So, don't you worry, huh?
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- That DA's a cocker spaniel.
He's always nipping at my heels.
- Well, we put a muzzle on him this time.
Arnie?
- Mmm?
- Do you still intend to do
something about Nick Harbin?
- You talking about muscle?
Muscle is for hoods.
I'm a business man.
I'm gonna take that money away from Harbin
the minute he goes after it.
- Well, we don't want to
stir up anything just now.
- Harbin doesn't know
me, I don't know him.
How could I possibly be
connected with anything?
- Well, there's always a possibility
that, uh,
that payroll money is still hot.
- This guy, Prince, brought me a deal
worth almost a quarter
of a million dollars.
You expect me to pass
up something like that?
(door bell ringing)
That'll be Prince now.
When people want a deal
handled right, Paul,
they come to the guy
who can do it for them.
I'm a useful citizen in this community.
You always forget that.
- I never forget it.
You pay me a $100,000 a year.
(laughing)
- Hi, kid.
- Hello, Mr. Hoffman.
- It's all right, you can talk.
You find out anything from Harbin?
- No, he's still wound up.
Won't make conversation.
But tonight's his first night out.
He's gonna be with his girl.
He'll tell her.
- And she'll tell him.
You see, Paul?
No problem.
Have a drink?
- Yeah, please.
- I'm counting on your
complete loyalty, Prince.
- And you have it, Mr. Hoffman.
Look, I'm no sucker.
I get my 10%, that's 26,000 bucks.
I'm a happy man.
- No worries about crossing your pal?
- He's not paying for my loyalty.
- You're a smart boy.
If this goes all right,
maybe we'll do some regular business.
- Thanks.
I'll keep in touch.
- Do that.
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- Okay, stick with it then.
And try and get a picture.
Which of the camera boys is available?
- Mmm, Johnny Lang.
You've used him before, Al.
- Okay, you got Lang.
When Harbin makes a try for the dough,
we want to get the story first.
- There was a cop waiting for him, too.
Max Brodney.
- Hmm, the Iron Man.
Harbin's in trouble then.
- Yeah, Harbin's a pretty cagey boy.
Maybe he can think faster
than Brodney can throw a punch.
- That was real good, Susie.
I'd forgotten what a steak tasted like.
Or real coffee.
- Is that all you can think about, hmm?
What's the matter?
Do I taste like onions, or something?
- Honey, look, it's been five years.
I can't unwind in just
a few hours, you know.
Besides, I got too many
ideas to think about.
And to many problems, too.
- Tell Sue, darling, you wouldn't,
be thinking about buried treasures, eh?
- Whatever happened to Sammy Russo's pa?
- Russo?
Russo?
Oh, the old Italian guy?
Well, you know, Nick.
When Sammy got shot,
he sang on you and the whole deal.
- But not where the money was hidden.
- Well, no, Nick, but everything else.
Then after he died,
why, his pa began lushing it up
and putting away about a
quarter of that red ink a day.
He got caught in the rain or something.
Anyway, he got pneumonia and,
(snapping fingers)
- Yeah, that was my fault, too.
I talked Sammy into it.
- Well, Nick, it was a good deal.
A quarter of a million dollars.
Brother!
- Yeah.
Yeah, that was such a good
deal, they're both dead.
- Honey, you're all right,
and that's all that's important.
- No, Susie, look, it isn't that easy.
Look, you do something,
anything, it doesn't matter.
Right away, 100 people,
People you don't even know,
they get caught up in it,
and they get dragged along.
(exhales sharply)
Sam's wife, Gail,
what happened to her?
- Well, how should I know?
She took off.
- I asked you to look her up.
- Well, I did.
But she moved.
I never did like her anyway.
Her with her big brown eyes.
You've always had a yen
for that little farmer's
daughter, haven't you?
- I said it was my fault Sammy's dead.
I owe his wife something.
- Well, what are you
going to give her, Nick?
A cut of that cheap grand
you saved up in the pen?
- Sammy's share of the
loot is going to her.
- Nicky,
Then you have got it.
A quarter of a,
a quarter of a million bucks.
Nick, honey, if there is anything
you need, any help I can,
I can get you some front
men or whatever you want.
- Relax, will you?
Look, baby, every cop in the
state's got an eye out for me.
I can't just go down to the
corner and start digging.
- Well, of course not, darling.
Maybe I can get it for you.
(laughing)
- Sweet, Sue.
You know, 260,000 bucks
is a pretty big package.
I don't think you could even lift it.
- I was only trying to help, Nick.
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah, yeah, the town's full of helpers.
Really good beavers.
They can smell that green around corners.
And if I so much as sneeze,
that cop Brodney is right
there with a handkerchief.
- Well, it's worth it, isn't it, Nick?
What have we ever had?
Baby, now you can have anything you want.
And maybe I can get a cut of it.
- Sure.
Sure, honey, there's,
always room for one more.
(knocking on door)
- I don't know.
- [Max] Open up, Harbin.
- It's that cop.
- Good evening, Nick.
Nice little pad you've got here.
- My friends call me, Nick,
and you weren't invited.
- Don't quote your civil
rights at me, Harbin.
Who owns this joint?
- I do.
- And who are you?
- Susan Mallory.
- Born Sofia Mancowsky, three
appearances juvenile court.
Two arrests, one for accosting,
one for accessory after burglary.
- I didn't ask for your fat face, cop.
And I don't have to take any lip from you.
Now, get out of here.
- Nicky.
- Harbin, you're a louse and
a louse takes what he can get.
Now, if I thought that you had
that money stashed around here,
I'd bounce your head
around like a basketball.
- Well try.
- Tough, huh?
Real muscle?
- Nicky, I've heard about this one.
He gets his kicks beating up on-
- Just remember, Harbin.
Where ever you go,
just listen.
I'll be there.
- Nicky, he's gonna stay
right on top of you.
That's why you gotta tell
me where the money is,
so I can get it while they're tailing you.
- And I told you I'm
gonna take care of it.
A cut goes to Gail Russo.
And then we'll get outta here.
- Oh, you're just dying
to set her up, aren't you?
- Where are you going?
- Out.
Back to town.
Well, I can't stay here with
that flat-footed peeping
tom running around outside.
- Yeah, sure.
Run along.
- Nicky, it doesn't make
any difference, does it?
I mean, it's just that
I feel funny 'cause,
well, Nicky, the idea,
the cop's right outside.
- It's all right.
Go on, I said.
Should've known they'd
track me down here anyway.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Sure.
We'll figure it out then.
Hmm?
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- [Man] Harbin.
(glass shattering)
See you at The Record tomorrow.
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- Dave, he'll be back.
You'll see.
- Great.
Wonderful.
Quarter of a million bucks.
And you got to play it innocent.
- I couldn't stand him pawing me.
- He was all right for
you once, wasn't he?
Now you better pray.
Pray he's not on a fast
flight to South America.
- Dave, he will be back.
You'll see.
- Well, he better.
- Changed my mind.
Take me to the Commonwealth
by the stockyards.
- Well, he knows we're on his tail.
- Fine.
I want him to know it.
Every time he takes a breath.
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(cows mooing)
- Hey, Mister,
you trying to get yourself killed?
- You kidding?
I've been doing this since I was 10.
Look, kid.
Tell that big ape I got things to do,
and I don't want him
nosing around, will you?
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(cows mooing)
- That guy must be nuts or something.
- You should be so nuts.
- He said he had
something to take care of.
Didn't want you nosing around.
- What's the quickest
way to the other side
where he's going?
- You gotta go all the way back.
Aisle B.
Then around 28th, and then on down,
- Thanks.
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- Hey.
What do you want in here, Mister?
- I'm, uh,
I'm looking for somebody.
Who are you?
- Packy.
Everybody around here knows Packy.
You won't find nobody else.
Except me.
- You know Mrs. Gail Russo?
- Now listen, Mister,
when she moved out of here
she said I could stay here.
She gave me permission.
Honest, Mister.
- You mean she lived here?
- Sure.
After she rented the
house, she moved in here.
- Why would she live in
a filthy place like this?
- She didn't have no money, Mister.
Ah, the roof don't leak.
- She could've got a job.
(Packy chuckling)
- In this town?
No.
She wouldn't stay here.
She hated this place.
I guess she hated everybody except me.
She gave me a sweatshirt and fur pants.
Hmm.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I guess she had a right to hate everybody.
- Uh, she was just gonna stay here
till she gets off the garage,
but people stopped buying stuff
in this neighborhood 30 years ago.
You know Mrs. Russo pretty good, Mister?
- Yeah, Packy.
Pretty good.
Look, uh,
you said she couldn't sell the garage
and she took off.
Where?
- Uh, I ain't have much
of a memory lately.
Let's see.
She didn't have much.
Suitcase.
Some boxes.
She put them in the car.
- Car?
What Car?
- Her car.
- Was that a two door sedan, green?
- Hey, listen, you ain't
from the finance company are you, Mister?
- No, Packy.
Not that kind of finance.
- Uh,
if you can tell me who this fellow is,
maybe I'll believe you.
- Sammy Russo.
Where did you get this?
- It was stuck in the back of the bureau.
That was her husband.
We could have some coffee.
The dishes are clean.
Coffee helps me to remember more.
Maybe it'll help me remember
that place she went to.
- Make mine black.
- I guess her husband was
a pretty nice fellow, huh?
Yeah.
Girl like that wouldn't marry no bum.
She's no better.
Fellow's lucky to find a
good girl when he's young.
Makes a guy watch his P's and Q's.
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- This is sort of a gag for Gail.
It's our first months anniversary present.
- Oh, very sweet.
Oh, Sammy.
In a couple of hours, you're
gonna be able to buy her
a diamond ring about as big as your fist.
- Nick, not so loud, huh?
- Why?
- Look, she's coming over here.
I don't wanna worry her.
- You didn't tell her, did you, Sammy?
- About the payroll?
- Yeah.
- No, honest, course I didn't, Nick.
No.
- You had me going for a second.
- Look, Nick.
Look, she wants me to get out
of messing around with hot rods.
She don't want me talking about big money.
She wants me to get a steady job.
Nick, that's why I put in with you.
I need money.
I wanna buy a garage in
a paying neighborhood.
- A garage?
- Yeah.
- Sammy.
Look, boy.
You're gonna be loaded.
Don't you know what that means?
You gonna be loaded.
You won't have to mess around
with this actual grease anymore.
- I like working with cars.
Look, Gail's father's got a
restaurant out in Arizona.
A little place called Gold City.
Gail said the only reason she married me
is because I don't
smell from bacon grease.
- Gail, Gail.
Judas, Sammy!
It didn't take you long to
get pounded to size, did it?
- Sam, you inside?
- Hi, baby.
- Hi.
Oh, you taste like machine oil.
- I'm sorry, honey.
I forgot.
- Oh, here.
I fixed a lunch for you.
You know for the big job this afternoon.
- Oh!
- Oh, the job, sure.
- Hey, didn't you bring anything for me?
- Well, I figured you'd eat Sam's anyway,
so I packed double.
(Sammy chuckles)
- Well, I'll put this inside.
- You were working on something in there?
I didn't know you had anything going here.
- Oh, nothing important.
Something just came up.
A valve job.
No.
I mean, No.
Stay out and talk to Nick.
I'll be right back.
- Cigarette?
- No.
- Relax, Gail.
Sammy doesn't have a
chick in there, you know.
- Well, I didn't think he did.
- I think you forgot something.
Today is your one month anniversary.
Sammy's got your car in there, Gail.
He's fixing it up for you.
He's polishing it.
And grease job and seat covers,
and the whole works, you know.
It's his idea of a hot
anniversary present.
- Well, I think it's a lovely present.
It's thoughtful and sweet.
- Oh, sure.
Sammy, he's a sweet guy.
He's not a heel like me.
- That isn't funny.
- I know it.
It wasn't really supposed to be.
- Oh, Nick, why can't you leave us alone?
- Us?
Sammy doesn't know, Gail.
It's not bothering him, just me.
And you.
- Nick, I married Sam.
I intend to stick by that marriage.
I'm not going to let it bother me.
- Sure, sure.
You just turn it on and off like a faucet.
How do you think I feel
hanging around here
like a big third wheel
watching you and Sam...
Okay.
All right.
I'm gonna get outta here.
With a little luck, Gail, by tomorrow,
you can just start
forgetting all about me.
(exhaling)
- Nick, I'm sorry.
I know it's been difficult for you too.
- Just a little longer, Nick,
and we'll be all finished.
- Look, I think I better run along home.
Do a good job.
Bye, Nick.
- That's the word.
Goodbye, Gail.
- Think she's gonna be
all right, huh, Nick?
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Come on, Sammy.
- Oh, Nick, I'm scared stiff.
I'm sweating.
- Of course you're sweating, Sammy.
It's hot outside.
It's July.
Look, pretty soon you can buy yourself
a room full of air conditioners.
Let's take a look at the First National.
- I covered it in case she came in here.
Look, Nick, I still don't like
the idea of using her car.
- No, she won't even know.
Besides, where else can we find anything
as safe as this, huh?
We got Arizona plates
from another state, see.
Nobody even knows she's got a car.
Now what cops gonna connect that up, huh?
- Nick, maybe there'll be trouble.
- That's it, Sammy.
If there is trouble, we
just hop in this car,
and we drive away.
We're tourists from Arizona, that's all.
What you got under here, huh?
- See this.
It's clean in here.
You put the money in here.
Rock wool goes on top.
Huh?
Take this piece.
Slides in there.
You weld this and it's there for years.
- Yeah,
yeah, it's all right, Sammy.
Yeah, but couple of months will be plenty.
Then the heat will die down,
and you and I,
We're gonna start living right.
It's getting a little late.
We better get ready.
Okay, here's what happens.
Jerry will be in the store with the car
parked across the street down a ways.
You and I will come up
opposite sides of the street.
Now when the guard brings that
dough out the side entrance,
you slug it.
- Nick, are you sure it'll work?
- What's the matter with you, Sammy?
- Sure, I'm sure it will work!
Look.
We jump him.
We slug him.
You grab the dough.
You give it to Jerry
when he comes driving by.
And then you get Gail's car,
and I go in the opposite direction.
You meet Jerry.
You get the dough.
He dumps the hot car, and we lock it up.
That's all.
- That's all.
That's all, huh?
Nick, couldn't we use
a sap or a gun maybe?
- Don't be a stupid jerk, Sammy.
So we carry a little piece of wood.
What's a little piece of wood?
Nobody will even notice it, kid.
Look, with this thing
you can hit just like
you're using a ball bat.
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(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
(car crashing)
Right, go get the car.
Hurry up.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
Let's go, let's go.
Get those plates.
All right, get the front one.
All right.
Get that torch going.
- Nick,
Nick, Jerry got shot.
He's, he's dead.
- Sammy, you come to.
You hear me?
We gotta get this money hidden.
Look, kid.
There's a fortune there.
There's a lot more than we figured.
Now you get under that car.
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- [Packy] Coffee's ready.
- Did you make enough,
Packy, to help you remember?
- A whole pot.
You know, I've been trying to think,
you'd figure a young girl like
that would go home instead of-
- Home?
Packy, have you ever heard
of a place called Gold City in Arizona?
- Yeah!
Yeah, that's it, Mister.
Arizona.
That's what she said.
- Look, Packy, you got to be sure.
Now are you sure?
- Coffee's never failed me yet.
- Okay, here.
You buy yourself 10 pounds.
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- Morning, Gail.
- Good Morning.
- Seen the city paper?
- No, I haven't.
- It's that hoodlum again.
The one you used to know.
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Dearie, you look off your feet.
- It's sweet of you to be so concerned.
Here you can sell this at a higher price.
It's got my fingerprints on it.
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- [Lank] Gail?
- Good morning, Lank.
- Stew's on.
It'll be ready for lunch.
- Have we enough ham left?
- Yes, Ma'am.
- All right, Lank, thanks.
- Uh, I've seen the
papers on the way over.
- So did I.
Imagine the whole town
will see them before long.
We ought to do a big lunch business.
- Gail?
I was working for your father right here
in this place when you were born.
And I was working here when he died.
I guess I even got to think like him.
So, if there's any kind
of advice you want-
- Just when I thought people
were beginning to forget about
my husband and Nick
Harbin, and all that mess.
Then it has to come out
again in the papers.
- You know, looking through that window,
I've seen a lot of people come and go.
It seems to me, they're always ready
to remember the bad and forget the good.
So, I don't figure you
owe nobody any apologies.
- That is the way my
father would have said it.
- One thing I'd sure like to do,
lay a meat cleaver to
that Nick Harbin scum.
- Oh, he's paid for what he did.
- Yeah, but you didn't do nothing.
But you paid for it more.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Man] Unit three-two, unit three-two,
come in please, over.
- [Max] Three-two reporting,
three-two reporting, over.
- Max, I think he's been in
there alone for a long time.
- We got no place to go.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Susan giggling)
- Oh!
Honey.
Honey, honey, it's late.
- Oh, relax, will you?
We'll hear him.
With all those cops out
there watching into him-
- You might not.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
"Welcome home, Nick."
- Nick, baby, please, you don't-
- You get some clothes on.
- What're you gonna do, Nick?
- Well, I could beat your face in.
- Now look, Nick,
you know, Sue and me, we,
we got together when you were put away.
- Oh, never mind, Dave.
You can't talk to the great Nick Harbin.
What did you expect me to do?
Sit around in a convent
waiting for you for five years?
- I didn't expect a thing.
Not a thing.
Except maybe you two would
try to chisel a little.
You, I figured for a quick deal.
I got money and you got the cut.
But I didn't figure on supporting you.
- You have no right to
talk to me like that.
- I don't have to talk at all!
Here you are, baby.
A little room rent.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Right now, you two are
getting out of here.
- No!
No, we're all going, Nick.
All of us.
- Well, dumber and dumber I get, huh?
Just figured you to chisel,
but, you're after the whole
bundle, aren't you, buddy?
- That's right, buddy boy, that's right.
Now, come on.
Come on, I want you to meet a friend.
Doll, out the back way.
We don't wanna disturb anybody.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Maybe I better check.
- Suit yourself.
(knocking on door)
- Max!
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Man] Unit three-two, unit three-two,
come in, please, over.
- Unit three-two reporting.
Three-two reporting, go ahead, over.
- [Man] Code two, Nick Harbin
seen in blue convertible.
Repeat, Nick Harbin in blue convertible
headed north on Beverly Drive.
- Roger, 302, over and out.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Now, get out.
- Prince, you're an idiot.
- I couldn't help it, Mr. Hoffman.
He got wise.
- That's done.
You, you got any brains?
- What's your deal?
- (laughing) Well, that's sensible talk.
Prince here, he was in for 10%,
if he got a handle on the dough.
You scratch in, and you get 10%.
And in addition, you
get his 10% as a bonus.
(chuckling)
All right, Arnie, you're on.
- No!
Now look, Mr. Hoffman,
I got him here, didn't I?
I tried!
I come to you in the first place.
- We did everything we could!
- Sad.
Make your deal with Harbin.
- Look, Nick, this just isn't fair.
- Maybe you're right, Davey.
Maybe you're right.
Where're the keys to your car?
- Still in it, why?
I don't get it!
- All right, I'll spell it out for you.
You see, I was gonna turn
the money in, that's all.
Just so I could relax.
- Are you stir crazy, Harbin?
Why, that dough isn't even hot anymore.
- Maybe not to you, Hoffman.
So I don't want it, Davey.
None of it.
You can have my share.
- What?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Arnie] Hey!
What's going on?
(grunting)
- Harbin, you can't foul me up!
- All right, big shot.
You want that money?
You try coming after me.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
- It's Harbin.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(cars crashing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Sorry, mister.
I got another job.
I got a motor conked out,
and it's gonna take me
at least a week to fix it.
- Okay, then just, fill her up.
I'll get mine hammered out later.
(dramatic orchestral music)
And, check that oil and water too, huh?
- We were lucky getting
that filling station report this morning.
Only about two highways he can take.
Bottom of Nevada or maybe Arizona.
(knocking on door)
- Can't you read the sign?
We're closed.
- Hey, Mac, I, uh, wanna
find out something.
I wanna talk to you.
- See what he wants, Lank.
- Yeah, what do you want?
Hey, you deaf or something, Mister?
What do you...
(dramatic orchestral music)
(exhaling)
- Come in, Nick.
(door closing)
- Hello, Gail.
- Nick?
Nick Harbin?
- Any chance of me getting a sandwich?
- Sandwich?
Why you crook, get out of here or-
- Lank!
- Well, you've had enough trouble.
You don't want no more.
- I won't give her any.
- Lank, just drop your
mop, and you go on home.
- And leave you here alone?
- Don't worry, Lank,
I left my machine gun out in the car.
- I'll be all right.
Just leave things there.
Go on home, please, Lank.
- She'd better be all right, Mister.
She'd just better be all right.
- All I have left is some ham.
- That'll be fine, Gail.
- Nick,
when you're through eating,
I want you to leave.
I want you to get out of Gold City.
- Don't you even wanna know why I came?
- No!
I don't wanna hear
anything you have to say,
not a word, just get out.
Just leave me alone.
- Look, I, I know how you feel.
- If you did, you wouldn't have come here.
- Gail, Sammy, he meant a
lot to me too, you know?
- I had to bury him.
- Well, he wasn't underage, you know.
He knew what he was getting into.
- All Sam knew was cars.
And that other one, Jerry.
They're both dead.
(Gail sobbing)
I hate you for making me remember.
How'd you find me?
- The old man, Packy,
he said you went home.
Sammy told me once where you came from.
Gail, I, uh, I brought you something.
I thought you might want it.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Why?
I've had this to help me
remember for five years.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Why did you do it?
You saved it, so you wouldn't
forget to hate my guts?
I came here on account of Sammy and you.
Okay, I'll, uh, I'll do what I came for
and then I'll get out.
You still got your car?
That two door sedan, green?
- Car?
In the garage at the house, why?
- Well, that means that
half the money's yours.
- What?
- The money, the payroll, Gail.
It's half yours.
- And you think I'd take it?
Sam came home that night.
He was shaking.
I thought he was sick.
When I went for the
doctor, Sam wandered off.
- I know, it broke him
up when he saw Jerry-
- Get killed.
Say it.
Sam was trying to walk it off.
Policemen called him over,
and he started running.
They called me at two
o'clock in the morning.
He was delirious.
And dying.
(Gail sobbing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
You take your money.
You burn it, you give it away.
I don't care what you do
with it, I don't want it.
- Gail, you got it.
Sammy put it in the frame
section underneath the car.
- So, that's why you came here?
That's why the big play?
Half to me, big man.
- No, Gail, no.
I could have come at
night and taken your car,
and headed for Mexico.
No.
- What did they do to you in prison?
Convert you?
- They gave me a little time.
I had nothing but time there.
I went to school, and I
did a little thinking.
- Made big plans?
- Little ones.
I was gonna get a job.
I was gonna get out
and get married, maybe.
I was just tired of running, that's all.
I, I wanted to stay put.
I wanted to belong to
something, just somewhere.
And now here I am again
in a stolen car, see?
I'm running again.
- You could have stayed out of trouble.
What happened?
I thought I had friends!
They're just like everybody else.
Just itching to get their
hands on that money.
Gail, why don't you take it, huh?
I'll head for the border,
they'll follow me.
Nobody will even know you've got it.
It's a lot of dough, honey.
You can get out of this town.
You can just go wherever you want!
- You really are trying to
make it up to Sam, aren't you?
- To both of you.
- Oh, Nick, I'm tired.
I don't know what to tell you.
- Can we talk tomorrow?
- This is a small town, but
they get newspapers here too.
If you went to a hotel,
it would just make that much more trouble.
- All right, then I'll,
uh, I'll sleep in the car.
- My place is right up the street.
You can have my father's room.
- Well, that's,
that's the only decent words
I heard since I got out.
I'll take this with me.
I might be able to eat it now.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Come on, think, think.
- Dave, I can't remember, I tried.
- Look, you heard Arnie Hoffman.
You wanna windup dead?
Look, now, we know Nick
was tracing Gail Russo.
- I know.
- All right.
You knew Gail.
You knew Sam.
Now, she went home.
Home!
- Some crummy little town.
- Where?
- Oh, in Arizona I think.
- Where in Arizona?
- Silver City.
- Silver City.
Come on.
Find it.
There's no Silver City in Arizona.
- Dave, I'm sorry, I, oh!
Dave, please-
- Think.
Think hard.
- Well,
- Where?
Come on.
- Gold.
- Gold, Gold what?
- Gold City, that's the name!
- Are you sure?
- Well, uh.
Gold City.
- Gold.
Gold City.
Arnie Hoffman?
Dave Prince.
- I never heard of this Gold City.
You sure you got it right?
- Well, Susie says that's
where the girl used to live.
Now we can't be sure that she's there now.
- She better be there.
I don't like wasting time.
How much farther?
- Let's see, it's 200 miles, maybe 250.
- Boy, Sammy sure knew his job!
He welded this plate on like it
was never supposed to come off.
- What will you do when
you get it off, Nick?
- I told you, we'll talk about it.
First I gotta make sure
it's still in here.
Five years is a long time, you know?
- I don't like leaving
Lank with the cooking
and serving at the cafe.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Gail, I've got it.
It's in here.
Every bit of it.
Gail, you hear me?
- Yes, Nick, I heard.
(exhaling)
- Here's a couple of samples, Gail.
Just a couple of samples.
Did you ever figure, you've been driving
the most expensive car in the world?
- You've got the money now, Nick.
There's a big difference between thinking
about it and holding it like that.
(Nick sighing)
- In all my life I heard people saying,
"Boy, if I only had dough.
If I were only rich."
- Depends on how you get it.
- There's a lot of guys who didn't bother.
- You were one of them.
- Yeah.
Look, you, uh, you take this.
You burn it, give it away,
Do anything with it.
Go to Europe.
I don't care.
And that's all I've got to give you.
- I told you, you don't owe me anything.
- I wasn't talking about owing.
I was talking about giving.
You know what it's like, Gail, to
think about somebody
every day for five years?
And not be able to do anything about it?
You know what it was like last
night in your father's room?
Right next to yours?
- Nick, please.
- I wasn't making a pass, Gail.
I'm just telling you.
I know what a louse you thought I was.
I was hoping maybe it
wouldn't be like that.
Maybe you'd be willing to
forget what happened, but,
so, I was wrong, but at
least it kept me going.
- Nick, please, I can't-
- Don't say anything,
Gail, you don't have to.
So, please, just don't even try.
(sighing)
- Nick.
Would you give the money back?
- You tell me.
That's all I need.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Nick.
Would they stop bothering
you, if you gave it back.
- They'd probably give me a medal.
- Then we could leave together.
- Leave?
- We could give them the money
and get out of Gold City.
We could go anywhere we want.
Oh, Nick, we could start all over.
- What about your restaurant?
- Well, Lank can have that.
He's certainly worked hard
enough all these years.
Oh, you could get a job.
We're not fooling ourselves, are we?
- Honey, we're not fooling ourselves.
We gotta made it this time.
Come on.
Let's get the rest of
the money out of there
and go tell Lank the good news, huh?
We can catch him before
he closes for the night.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(grunting)
- Well, what's that for?
- Oh, hiding it under the back seat
till, we're ready to go to the cops.
And can just see Lank's face
when we tell him the good news, huh?
(light orchestral music)
- Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Okay.
I went back to the files, dug
up a lead on the Russo woman.
Where she came from.
- That'll help.
- Look up a place in the
map called Gold City.
There it is.
- Oh, God!
The gas station said she
ran a cafe around here.
There's gotta be a cafe
around here some place.
- Why would anybody wanna
live in a cemetery like this?
Before he dies.
Nine o'clock, its dead already!
You, you idiot!
If it hadn't been for you, I
wouldn't be going through this.
- Well, I couldn't help it about Harbin.
You know, wait a minute, there it is.
Gold City Cafe.
- Pull up here.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Go in and see what you can find out.
(register ringing)
- Not too much left.
- Cup of coffee will do.
Is, Mrs. Russo around?
- No, she's not.
You want something?
- No, I'm just an old
friend of hers from LA.
You know where I can find her?
- No, I don't.
You ought to gimme your
name, I can tell her.
- I wanna surprise her.
- Well, she ought to be in pretty soon
to go over tomorrow's menu with me.
- Thanks, pal.
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- She's not there.
The old guy's expecting
her back in a few minutes.
- Good, we'll be waiting.
Check the silencers to
make sure they work.
(dramatic orchestral music)
All right, let's go.
- The seat stay in place all right?
- It's fine.
- Okay, first thing in the morning,
we're gonna take that money
to the sheriff here in Gold City.
You know, when I think
of Brodney and Hoffman,
and the newspaper guys,
all of them with their own
reasons for cutting my throat.
Just waiting for me to go for that money.
Well, there's gonna be
a lot of flipped lids
when they find out I've given it back.
- You're not beginning
to feel sorry about it?
- honey, remember that old gag,
"Happiness won't buy money?"
I found out today it's, uh,
it's no gag.
- Lank must be in the kitchen.
- Well, let's get him out of there.
- Welcome home, Nick.
- Don't move, Harbin.
- Nick, what-
- Good luck with that old guy,
he told me to tell you he's
all tied up in the kitchen.
- How did you find me, Hoffman?
- Prince, door.
- These are the goons I told you about.
All that's missing are the
cops and the newspapers.
- No cops, no newspaper reporters.
Just a friendly little meeting.
You were very cute back in LA, Nick.
I don't like guys to get cute with me.
- Well, you should have told
me, Hoffman, I didn't know.
- Now you know, so now
we talk about the money.
Being out in the night air
makes me lose my voice.
You lost yours too, Mrs. Russo?
- Don't touch her!
- You worried about her, Nick?
Dave told me how Nick feels
about you, Mrs. Russo.
He was right.
Nick doesn't want to see you hurt.
So, suppose we think
about it this way, Nick.
My boy here,
he takes off his coat so that Mrs. Russo
can see how strong he is.
- Hoffman, if he so-
- Easy, Nick, easy.
- I've seen some of the
jobs my boys done on women.
Very good.
Now, what do you say, Nick?
Do we talk about the money
before he messes her up, or after?
- Look, Hoffman, if your goon touches her,
you're gonna have to kill me.
Then who's gonna find the dough for you?
- Who wants to kill you, Nick?
Davey boy here will just shoot
you in the leg, that's all.
- Nick they're crazy, they've got to be.
- Take her.
Go ahead.
- Make one move, Nick,
you're gonna get it.
- [Gail] Lank!
(Gail screaming)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
- [Arnie] Prince!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Get some water and dump on his head.
He's no good to us if he can't talk.
Maybe you ought to convince Nick
that you don't wanna get marked up.
- I'm so blurry, I can't see.
- Just keep looking.
Gotta be here some place.
- Out of the way, doll.
- There it is.
Biggest life, Gold City Cafe.
Pull in here, I don't want any surprises.
- Help him, Dave.
Nick's having trouble.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- I'll make that croon talk.
- Prince!
Nobody does anything around
here without my saying so.
Now, I've had enough of this yackety-yack.
Get over here!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Get the girl.
(Gail screaming)
- Watch it, Nick.
Watch it.
260,000 bucks worth.
- Watch yourself.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- [Max] Don't try it, Hoffman.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Okay, Hoffman, all right.
You wanted to mark her out, huh?
Right, I'm gonna see how you can take it.
- No, Nick, no!
- You did a classy job on the goon.
Don't go spoiling it now.
- What you want, cop?
You want him walk out of here?
Who's gonna take him?
- What's the matter?
You think I'm dead?
- [Gail] You're badly hurt,
I better call a doctor.
- Yeah.
- Nick, please.
- Why don't you listen to her?
Drop the bottle.
- My God!
Okay.
Your money's in the car,
under the back seat.
- I'm in no shape to stop you
if you wanna take it
and make a run for it.
- So, what do you think, cop?
I got a little religion
'cause I stopped that
goon from finishing you?
- You wouldn't have
done it five years ago.
- Gail and I were taking
the money tomorrow morning
to the sheriff here.
If you can still walk, you can go with us.
- Hey.
To see that, I'd go in an ambulance.
- The doctor will be
here in a few minutes.
And the police.
- Thanks.
Oh, I better sit down.
(chuckling)
You're helping me!
Boy, that is a hot one.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(light orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Harbin, you'll be getting
out of here in a few minutes.
You've been a model prisoner.
Neat, willing, courteous, hard working,
I'd feel real good about
this except for one thing.
I know you've just been marking time,
waiting to get your hands on that money.
Nick, I'd hope we could talk.
- I've served my time, Warden.
The State's all finished with me now.
- As long as that money is missing,
there'll be spotlight right on you.
You stole it and hid it
so it couldn't be found.
All right.
From now on all you have to do is sneeze,
and the police will be right
there with a tape recorder.
- I'm a free man.
I'll take my chances.
- I was hoping you got smarter.
You came here wild and dumb.
For a while, I thought you
were learning something.
Going to school, being cooperative.
You're no smarter.
Just older.
- I figured I'm smart enough.
- All right.
Your time's up.
And, Nick,
remember this.
You're no ordinary ex-con.
You're a walking target.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Well, Nick, honey, it's me, Sue.
Oh, Nick baby, I came to meet you.
- Thanks a lot.
You're looking good.
- Oh, thanks, hon.
- But you would have looked
a lot better in there.
Just once in five years?
- Well, Nick, I,
Nick, it was those walls.
I couldn't go in there.
I tried.
Baby, I'll make it up to you.
- [Al] Harbin?
- Hey, look out.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Hey, I, uh, I'm Al Kramer, The Record.
Tell me, how does it feel to get out?
Got any plans?
- Yeah.
Peace and solitude.
- What?
- Peace and solitude, Kramer.
Five years ago I didn't
know what they meant.
Now I know, and I'm gonna enjoy it.
- Harbin.
Max Brodney, Headquarters.
Detective Squad.
- Big cop, huh?
- That's right.
I'm a cop.
You're a louse.
- Careful, cop, or I'll
sue you for slander.
- Well, I heard you got
yourself an education inside.
You're not so quick with
the hands anymore, huh?
- I'm a law abiding citizen.
- No, you're not.
You're smart, Harbin.
But you're still a louse.
I'll see you around.
(engine starting)
Probably on a slab.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Think he knows where the money is?
- Sure, sure.
You know, Lieutenant,
he was sizing me up.
Like he was figuring whether
he could take me or not.
- You're bigger than he is.
- Yeah.
And I could see him figuring
just how to move if he had to.
- Whatever move he makes, you make it too.
There'll come a time when
he'll go for the money.
You be there.
- I'll help him count it.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- This is one of the things
I've been dreaming about.
Just driving any place, anywhere I want.
- Is that all you dreamed about, Nick?
- What's the pitch, Susie?
- It's no pitch, Nick, it's just,
baby, can't we pick it up again?
- Just like that?
After nothing?
Five stinking years of nothing?
- Nick, I was just a kid.
I was scared.
I just couldn't...
- All right, Susie.
We'll try it again, huh?
(light orchestral music)
Well, I guess nothing could
change this old place.
- Well, you put it in my name, Nick.
I figured I could keep it.
For you.
- For me?
But I gave it to you, Susie.
A long time ago.
You know, I, thought we
were heading this way,
but I couldn't remember.
But anyway, it's a,
it's a real welcome.
- Hey, cut it out, will you?
I'm blushing.
Hey, Nick.
- Davey boy,
it's good to see you.
- How are, hey, let
go, you cement crusher.
Welcome home, Nick.
You know, I, I tried to
visit you but no dice.
No ex-cons get in except to stay.
- Yeah, yeah.
I know.
- Oh, boys, the important thing
now is that we're all here.
Safe and together.
- That's right.
And with both of you here,
it's a real homecoming, so here's a toast.
To Nick Harbin.
A toast to five years of my life.
(glass shattering)
- Oh, Nicky, are you still the wild man?
The human dynamo.
Never walks, always running.
- I'm not gonna run anymore.
- Oh, Nicky, honey, you didn't
have to blow up a storm.
- Boy, are you still nervous!
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.
I, uh,
I got some sense kicked in
me in five years, but I,
I usually don't go off like that anymore.
- Ah, forget it.
You know, you look in
wonderful shape, Nick.
Solid.
- Oh, yeah, Davey, I kept in
good condition, all right.
They, uh, in there, you gotta keep moving.
You gotta do something or you go crazy.
- Nick, honey, relax.
It's all over now.
- Sure, come on, here, let's
drink to the good times.
To the future, huh?
- All right.
Yeah, here's to the future.
May she be fat and rich.
Ah!
- Well,
now, what's the pitch?
Well, you know, the loot.
The bundle.
- Look, Dave, all I want
right now is a good suit.
And then a real dinner.
I want a steak.
A big steak.
And a knife to cut it with.
Look, kids.
First I gotta relax.
Then I can start planning.
The first plan
is you and me.
- Nick, still the fast talk?
- No fast talk, baby.
I've been dreaming too long,
now I'm gonna start living.
- Okay, Nick.
We'll talk later.
Shall we have dinner here?
- My treat.
The biggest steak in town.
And, don't get anxious, Nick.
It's just a steak.
And I'll stay at home with my knitting,
and I'll leave you two all alone.
- Davey,
you're still my boy.
- I'll take it.
- But right now I got a
little shopping to do.
- Oh, what are you using for money?
- Money.
Well, Davey, I sowed mail
sacks, I made gift boxes,
and I combed jute, and I saved my dough.
I got nearly a 1000 bucks
on me, so don't worry.
I'm loaded.
And you,
you just make yourself beautiful
and that steak medium rare, huh?
(light orchestral music)
- Hon?
Hurry back.
He's gone.
- That big ape.
(glass shattering)
Laying his hands on you like, Like,
first plan, you and me.
- Well, darling, after all.
(light orchestral music)
Take me, take me.
- I almost threw my drink in his face.
- Oh, baby, no.
You remember how fast
he was with his hands?
Why, he would have killed you.
After all, I was his girl.
- That was five years ago.
- Dave, I hid it, too.
I dunno, maybe we should
just get out of here.
Forget him and the lousy money.
- Forget 260,000 bucks?
Now, look,
now, look, baby,
I want everything to be right with us.
Everything silk and stable.
And, baby, we'll cash in
and we'll coast forever, huh?
- Okay.
But I don't want you hurt.
You know, double crossing
Nick might be too dangerous.
- Forget it.
Nick hasn't got a chance.
Not the way I got things set up.
So, don't you worry, huh?
(light orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- That DA's a cocker spaniel.
He's always nipping at my heels.
- Well, we put a muzzle on him this time.
Arnie?
- Mmm?
- Do you still intend to do
something about Nick Harbin?
- You talking about muscle?
Muscle is for hoods.
I'm a business man.
I'm gonna take that money away from Harbin
the minute he goes after it.
- Well, we don't want to
stir up anything just now.
- Harbin doesn't know
me, I don't know him.
How could I possibly be
connected with anything?
- Well, there's always a possibility
that, uh,
that payroll money is still hot.
- This guy, Prince, brought me a deal
worth almost a quarter
of a million dollars.
You expect me to pass
up something like that?
(door bell ringing)
That'll be Prince now.
When people want a deal
handled right, Paul,
they come to the guy
who can do it for them.
I'm a useful citizen in this community.
You always forget that.
- I never forget it.
You pay me a $100,000 a year.
(laughing)
- Hi, kid.
- Hello, Mr. Hoffman.
- It's all right, you can talk.
You find out anything from Harbin?
- No, he's still wound up.
Won't make conversation.
But tonight's his first night out.
He's gonna be with his girl.
He'll tell her.
- And she'll tell him.
You see, Paul?
No problem.
Have a drink?
- Yeah, please.
- I'm counting on your
complete loyalty, Prince.
- And you have it, Mr. Hoffman.
Look, I'm no sucker.
I get my 10%, that's 26,000 bucks.
I'm a happy man.
- No worries about crossing your pal?
- He's not paying for my loyalty.
- You're a smart boy.
If this goes all right,
maybe we'll do some regular business.
- Thanks.
I'll keep in touch.
- Do that.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Okay, stick with it then.
And try and get a picture.
Which of the camera boys is available?
- Mmm, Johnny Lang.
You've used him before, Al.
- Okay, you got Lang.
When Harbin makes a try for the dough,
we want to get the story first.
- There was a cop waiting for him, too.
Max Brodney.
- Hmm, the Iron Man.
Harbin's in trouble then.
- Yeah, Harbin's a pretty cagey boy.
Maybe he can think faster
than Brodney can throw a punch.
- That was real good, Susie.
I'd forgotten what a steak tasted like.
Or real coffee.
- Is that all you can think about, hmm?
What's the matter?
Do I taste like onions, or something?
- Honey, look, it's been five years.
I can't unwind in just
a few hours, you know.
Besides, I got too many
ideas to think about.
And to many problems, too.
- Tell Sue, darling, you wouldn't,
be thinking about buried treasures, eh?
- Whatever happened to Sammy Russo's pa?
- Russo?
Russo?
Oh, the old Italian guy?
Well, you know, Nick.
When Sammy got shot,
he sang on you and the whole deal.
- But not where the money was hidden.
- Well, no, Nick, but everything else.
Then after he died,
why, his pa began lushing it up
and putting away about a
quarter of that red ink a day.
He got caught in the rain or something.
Anyway, he got pneumonia and,
(snapping fingers)
- Yeah, that was my fault, too.
I talked Sammy into it.
- Well, Nick, it was a good deal.
A quarter of a million dollars.
Brother!
- Yeah.
Yeah, that was such a good
deal, they're both dead.
- Honey, you're all right,
and that's all that's important.
- No, Susie, look, it isn't that easy.
Look, you do something,
anything, it doesn't matter.
Right away, 100 people,
People you don't even know,
they get caught up in it,
and they get dragged along.
(exhales sharply)
Sam's wife, Gail,
what happened to her?
- Well, how should I know?
She took off.
- I asked you to look her up.
- Well, I did.
But she moved.
I never did like her anyway.
Her with her big brown eyes.
You've always had a yen
for that little farmer's
daughter, haven't you?
- I said it was my fault Sammy's dead.
I owe his wife something.
- Well, what are you
going to give her, Nick?
A cut of that cheap grand
you saved up in the pen?
- Sammy's share of the
loot is going to her.
- Nicky,
Then you have got it.
A quarter of a,
a quarter of a million bucks.
Nick, honey, if there is anything
you need, any help I can,
I can get you some front
men or whatever you want.
- Relax, will you?
Look, baby, every cop in the
state's got an eye out for me.
I can't just go down to the
corner and start digging.
- Well, of course not, darling.
Maybe I can get it for you.
(laughing)
- Sweet, Sue.
You know, 260,000 bucks
is a pretty big package.
I don't think you could even lift it.
- I was only trying to help, Nick.
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah, yeah, the town's full of helpers.
Really good beavers.
They can smell that green around corners.
And if I so much as sneeze,
that cop Brodney is right
there with a handkerchief.
- Well, it's worth it, isn't it, Nick?
What have we ever had?
Baby, now you can have anything you want.
And maybe I can get a cut of it.
- Sure.
Sure, honey, there's,
always room for one more.
(knocking on door)
- I don't know.
- [Max] Open up, Harbin.
- It's that cop.
- Good evening, Nick.
Nice little pad you've got here.
- My friends call me, Nick,
and you weren't invited.
- Don't quote your civil
rights at me, Harbin.
Who owns this joint?
- I do.
- And who are you?
- Susan Mallory.
- Born Sofia Mancowsky, three
appearances juvenile court.
Two arrests, one for accosting,
one for accessory after burglary.
- I didn't ask for your fat face, cop.
And I don't have to take any lip from you.
Now, get out of here.
- Nicky.
- Harbin, you're a louse and
a louse takes what he can get.
Now, if I thought that you had
that money stashed around here,
I'd bounce your head
around like a basketball.
- Well try.
- Tough, huh?
Real muscle?
- Nicky, I've heard about this one.
He gets his kicks beating up on-
- Just remember, Harbin.
Where ever you go,
just listen.
I'll be there.
- Nicky, he's gonna stay
right on top of you.
That's why you gotta tell
me where the money is,
so I can get it while they're tailing you.
- And I told you I'm
gonna take care of it.
A cut goes to Gail Russo.
And then we'll get outta here.
- Oh, you're just dying
to set her up, aren't you?
- Where are you going?
- Out.
Back to town.
Well, I can't stay here with
that flat-footed peeping
tom running around outside.
- Yeah, sure.
Run along.
- Nicky, it doesn't make
any difference, does it?
I mean, it's just that
I feel funny 'cause,
well, Nicky, the idea,
the cop's right outside.
- It's all right.
Go on, I said.
Should've known they'd
track me down here anyway.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Sure.
We'll figure it out then.
Hmm?
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Man] Harbin.
(glass shattering)
See you at The Record tomorrow.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Dave, he'll be back.
You'll see.
- Great.
Wonderful.
Quarter of a million bucks.
And you got to play it innocent.
- I couldn't stand him pawing me.
- He was all right for
you once, wasn't he?
Now you better pray.
Pray he's not on a fast
flight to South America.
- Dave, he will be back.
You'll see.
- Well, he better.
- Changed my mind.
Take me to the Commonwealth
by the stockyards.
- Well, he knows we're on his tail.
- Fine.
I want him to know it.
Every time he takes a breath.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(cows mooing)
- Hey, Mister,
you trying to get yourself killed?
- You kidding?
I've been doing this since I was 10.
Look, kid.
Tell that big ape I got things to do,
and I don't want him
nosing around, will you?
(light orchestral music)
(cows mooing)
- That guy must be nuts or something.
- You should be so nuts.
- He said he had
something to take care of.
Didn't want you nosing around.
- What's the quickest
way to the other side
where he's going?
- You gotta go all the way back.
Aisle B.
Then around 28th, and then on down,
- Thanks.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Hey.
What do you want in here, Mister?
- I'm, uh,
I'm looking for somebody.
Who are you?
- Packy.
Everybody around here knows Packy.
You won't find nobody else.
Except me.
- You know Mrs. Gail Russo?
- Now listen, Mister,
when she moved out of here
she said I could stay here.
She gave me permission.
Honest, Mister.
- You mean she lived here?
- Sure.
After she rented the
house, she moved in here.
- Why would she live in
a filthy place like this?
- She didn't have no money, Mister.
Ah, the roof don't leak.
- She could've got a job.
(Packy chuckling)
- In this town?
No.
She wouldn't stay here.
She hated this place.
I guess she hated everybody except me.
She gave me a sweatshirt and fur pants.
Hmm.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I guess she had a right to hate everybody.
- Uh, she was just gonna stay here
till she gets off the garage,
but people stopped buying stuff
in this neighborhood 30 years ago.
You know Mrs. Russo pretty good, Mister?
- Yeah, Packy.
Pretty good.
Look, uh,
you said she couldn't sell the garage
and she took off.
Where?
- Uh, I ain't have much
of a memory lately.
Let's see.
She didn't have much.
Suitcase.
Some boxes.
She put them in the car.
- Car?
What Car?
- Her car.
- Was that a two door sedan, green?
- Hey, listen, you ain't
from the finance company are you, Mister?
- No, Packy.
Not that kind of finance.
- Uh,
if you can tell me who this fellow is,
maybe I'll believe you.
- Sammy Russo.
Where did you get this?
- It was stuck in the back of the bureau.
That was her husband.
We could have some coffee.
The dishes are clean.
Coffee helps me to remember more.
Maybe it'll help me remember
that place she went to.
- Make mine black.
- I guess her husband was
a pretty nice fellow, huh?
Yeah.
Girl like that wouldn't marry no bum.
She's no better.
Fellow's lucky to find a
good girl when he's young.
Makes a guy watch his P's and Q's.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- This is sort of a gag for Gail.
It's our first months anniversary present.
- Oh, very sweet.
Oh, Sammy.
In a couple of hours, you're
gonna be able to buy her
a diamond ring about as big as your fist.
- Nick, not so loud, huh?
- Why?
- Look, she's coming over here.
I don't wanna worry her.
- You didn't tell her, did you, Sammy?
- About the payroll?
- Yeah.
- No, honest, course I didn't, Nick.
No.
- You had me going for a second.
- Look, Nick.
Look, she wants me to get out
of messing around with hot rods.
She don't want me talking about big money.
She wants me to get a steady job.
Nick, that's why I put in with you.
I need money.
I wanna buy a garage in
a paying neighborhood.
- A garage?
- Yeah.
- Sammy.
Look, boy.
You're gonna be loaded.
Don't you know what that means?
You gonna be loaded.
You won't have to mess around
with this actual grease anymore.
- I like working with cars.
Look, Gail's father's got a
restaurant out in Arizona.
A little place called Gold City.
Gail said the only reason she married me
is because I don't
smell from bacon grease.
- Gail, Gail.
Judas, Sammy!
It didn't take you long to
get pounded to size, did it?
- Sam, you inside?
- Hi, baby.
- Hi.
Oh, you taste like machine oil.
- I'm sorry, honey.
I forgot.
- Oh, here.
I fixed a lunch for you.
You know for the big job this afternoon.
- Oh!
- Oh, the job, sure.
- Hey, didn't you bring anything for me?
- Well, I figured you'd eat Sam's anyway,
so I packed double.
(Sammy chuckles)
- Well, I'll put this inside.
- You were working on something in there?
I didn't know you had anything going here.
- Oh, nothing important.
Something just came up.
A valve job.
No.
I mean, No.
Stay out and talk to Nick.
I'll be right back.
- Cigarette?
- No.
- Relax, Gail.
Sammy doesn't have a
chick in there, you know.
- Well, I didn't think he did.
- I think you forgot something.
Today is your one month anniversary.
Sammy's got your car in there, Gail.
He's fixing it up for you.
He's polishing it.
And grease job and seat covers,
and the whole works, you know.
It's his idea of a hot
anniversary present.
- Well, I think it's a lovely present.
It's thoughtful and sweet.
- Oh, sure.
Sammy, he's a sweet guy.
He's not a heel like me.
- That isn't funny.
- I know it.
It wasn't really supposed to be.
- Oh, Nick, why can't you leave us alone?
- Us?
Sammy doesn't know, Gail.
It's not bothering him, just me.
And you.
- Nick, I married Sam.
I intend to stick by that marriage.
I'm not going to let it bother me.
- Sure, sure.
You just turn it on and off like a faucet.
How do you think I feel
hanging around here
like a big third wheel
watching you and Sam...
Okay.
All right.
I'm gonna get outta here.
With a little luck, Gail, by tomorrow,
you can just start
forgetting all about me.
(exhaling)
- Nick, I'm sorry.
I know it's been difficult for you too.
- Just a little longer, Nick,
and we'll be all finished.
- Look, I think I better run along home.
Do a good job.
Bye, Nick.
- That's the word.
Goodbye, Gail.
- Think she's gonna be
all right, huh, Nick?
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Come on, Sammy.
- Oh, Nick, I'm scared stiff.
I'm sweating.
- Of course you're sweating, Sammy.
It's hot outside.
It's July.
Look, pretty soon you can buy yourself
a room full of air conditioners.
Let's take a look at the First National.
- I covered it in case she came in here.
Look, Nick, I still don't like
the idea of using her car.
- No, she won't even know.
Besides, where else can we find anything
as safe as this, huh?
We got Arizona plates
from another state, see.
Nobody even knows she's got a car.
Now what cops gonna connect that up, huh?
- Nick, maybe there'll be trouble.
- That's it, Sammy.
If there is trouble, we
just hop in this car,
and we drive away.
We're tourists from Arizona, that's all.
What you got under here, huh?
- See this.
It's clean in here.
You put the money in here.
Rock wool goes on top.
Huh?
Take this piece.
Slides in there.
You weld this and it's there for years.
- Yeah,
yeah, it's all right, Sammy.
Yeah, but couple of months will be plenty.
Then the heat will die down,
and you and I,
We're gonna start living right.
It's getting a little late.
We better get ready.
Okay, here's what happens.
Jerry will be in the store with the car
parked across the street down a ways.
You and I will come up
opposite sides of the street.
Now when the guard brings that
dough out the side entrance,
you slug it.
- Nick, are you sure it'll work?
- What's the matter with you, Sammy?
- Sure, I'm sure it will work!
Look.
We jump him.
We slug him.
You grab the dough.
You give it to Jerry
when he comes driving by.
And then you get Gail's car,
and I go in the opposite direction.
You meet Jerry.
You get the dough.
He dumps the hot car, and we lock it up.
That's all.
- That's all.
That's all, huh?
Nick, couldn't we use
a sap or a gun maybe?
- Don't be a stupid jerk, Sammy.
So we carry a little piece of wood.
What's a little piece of wood?
Nobody will even notice it, kid.
Look, with this thing
you can hit just like
you're using a ball bat.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
(car crashing)
Right, go get the car.
Hurry up.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
Let's go, let's go.
Get those plates.
All right, get the front one.
All right.
Get that torch going.
- Nick,
Nick, Jerry got shot.
He's, he's dead.
- Sammy, you come to.
You hear me?
We gotta get this money hidden.
Look, kid.
There's a fortune there.
There's a lot more than we figured.
Now you get under that car.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Packy] Coffee's ready.
- Did you make enough,
Packy, to help you remember?
- A whole pot.
You know, I've been trying to think,
you'd figure a young girl like
that would go home instead of-
- Home?
Packy, have you ever heard
of a place called Gold City in Arizona?
- Yeah!
Yeah, that's it, Mister.
Arizona.
That's what she said.
- Look, Packy, you got to be sure.
Now are you sure?
- Coffee's never failed me yet.
- Okay, here.
You buy yourself 10 pounds.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Morning, Gail.
- Good Morning.
- Seen the city paper?
- No, I haven't.
- It's that hoodlum again.
The one you used to know.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Dearie, you look off your feet.
- It's sweet of you to be so concerned.
Here you can sell this at a higher price.
It's got my fingerprints on it.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Lank] Gail?
- Good morning, Lank.
- Stew's on.
It'll be ready for lunch.
- Have we enough ham left?
- Yes, Ma'am.
- All right, Lank, thanks.
- Uh, I've seen the
papers on the way over.
- So did I.
Imagine the whole town
will see them before long.
We ought to do a big lunch business.
- Gail?
I was working for your father right here
in this place when you were born.
And I was working here when he died.
I guess I even got to think like him.
So, if there's any kind
of advice you want-
- Just when I thought people
were beginning to forget about
my husband and Nick
Harbin, and all that mess.
Then it has to come out
again in the papers.
- You know, looking through that window,
I've seen a lot of people come and go.
It seems to me, they're always ready
to remember the bad and forget the good.
So, I don't figure you
owe nobody any apologies.
- That is the way my
father would have said it.
- One thing I'd sure like to do,
lay a meat cleaver to
that Nick Harbin scum.
- Oh, he's paid for what he did.
- Yeah, but you didn't do nothing.
But you paid for it more.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Man] Unit three-two, unit three-two,
come in please, over.
- [Max] Three-two reporting,
three-two reporting, over.
- Max, I think he's been in
there alone for a long time.
- We got no place to go.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Susan giggling)
- Oh!
Honey.
Honey, honey, it's late.
- Oh, relax, will you?
We'll hear him.
With all those cops out
there watching into him-
- You might not.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
"Welcome home, Nick."
- Nick, baby, please, you don't-
- You get some clothes on.
- What're you gonna do, Nick?
- Well, I could beat your face in.
- Now look, Nick,
you know, Sue and me, we,
we got together when you were put away.
- Oh, never mind, Dave.
You can't talk to the great Nick Harbin.
What did you expect me to do?
Sit around in a convent
waiting for you for five years?
- I didn't expect a thing.
Not a thing.
Except maybe you two would
try to chisel a little.
You, I figured for a quick deal.
I got money and you got the cut.
But I didn't figure on supporting you.
- You have no right to
talk to me like that.
- I don't have to talk at all!
Here you are, baby.
A little room rent.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Right now, you two are
getting out of here.
- No!
No, we're all going, Nick.
All of us.
- Well, dumber and dumber I get, huh?
Just figured you to chisel,
but, you're after the whole
bundle, aren't you, buddy?
- That's right, buddy boy, that's right.
Now, come on.
Come on, I want you to meet a friend.
Doll, out the back way.
We don't wanna disturb anybody.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Maybe I better check.
- Suit yourself.
(knocking on door)
- Max!
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Man] Unit three-two, unit three-two,
come in, please, over.
- Unit three-two reporting.
Three-two reporting, go ahead, over.
- [Man] Code two, Nick Harbin
seen in blue convertible.
Repeat, Nick Harbin in blue convertible
headed north on Beverly Drive.
- Roger, 302, over and out.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Now, get out.
- Prince, you're an idiot.
- I couldn't help it, Mr. Hoffman.
He got wise.
- That's done.
You, you got any brains?
- What's your deal?
- (laughing) Well, that's sensible talk.
Prince here, he was in for 10%,
if he got a handle on the dough.
You scratch in, and you get 10%.
And in addition, you
get his 10% as a bonus.
(chuckling)
All right, Arnie, you're on.
- No!
Now look, Mr. Hoffman,
I got him here, didn't I?
I tried!
I come to you in the first place.
- We did everything we could!
- Sad.
Make your deal with Harbin.
- Look, Nick, this just isn't fair.
- Maybe you're right, Davey.
Maybe you're right.
Where're the keys to your car?
- Still in it, why?
I don't get it!
- All right, I'll spell it out for you.
You see, I was gonna turn
the money in, that's all.
Just so I could relax.
- Are you stir crazy, Harbin?
Why, that dough isn't even hot anymore.
- Maybe not to you, Hoffman.
So I don't want it, Davey.
None of it.
You can have my share.
- What?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Arnie] Hey!
What's going on?
(grunting)
- Harbin, you can't foul me up!
- All right, big shot.
You want that money?
You try coming after me.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
- It's Harbin.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(cars crashing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Sorry, mister.
I got another job.
I got a motor conked out,
and it's gonna take me
at least a week to fix it.
- Okay, then just, fill her up.
I'll get mine hammered out later.
(dramatic orchestral music)
And, check that oil and water too, huh?
- We were lucky getting
that filling station report this morning.
Only about two highways he can take.
Bottom of Nevada or maybe Arizona.
(knocking on door)
- Can't you read the sign?
We're closed.
- Hey, Mac, I, uh, wanna
find out something.
I wanna talk to you.
- See what he wants, Lank.
- Yeah, what do you want?
Hey, you deaf or something, Mister?
What do you...
(dramatic orchestral music)
(exhaling)
- Come in, Nick.
(door closing)
- Hello, Gail.
- Nick?
Nick Harbin?
- Any chance of me getting a sandwich?
- Sandwich?
Why you crook, get out of here or-
- Lank!
- Well, you've had enough trouble.
You don't want no more.
- I won't give her any.
- Lank, just drop your
mop, and you go on home.
- And leave you here alone?
- Don't worry, Lank,
I left my machine gun out in the car.
- I'll be all right.
Just leave things there.
Go on home, please, Lank.
- She'd better be all right, Mister.
She'd just better be all right.
- All I have left is some ham.
- That'll be fine, Gail.
- Nick,
when you're through eating,
I want you to leave.
I want you to get out of Gold City.
- Don't you even wanna know why I came?
- No!
I don't wanna hear
anything you have to say,
not a word, just get out.
Just leave me alone.
- Look, I, I know how you feel.
- If you did, you wouldn't have come here.
- Gail, Sammy, he meant a
lot to me too, you know?
- I had to bury him.
- Well, he wasn't underage, you know.
He knew what he was getting into.
- All Sam knew was cars.
And that other one, Jerry.
They're both dead.
(Gail sobbing)
I hate you for making me remember.
How'd you find me?
- The old man, Packy,
he said you went home.
Sammy told me once where you came from.
Gail, I, uh, I brought you something.
I thought you might want it.
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- Why?
I've had this to help me
remember for five years.
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- Why did you do it?
You saved it, so you wouldn't
forget to hate my guts?
I came here on account of Sammy and you.
Okay, I'll, uh, I'll do what I came for
and then I'll get out.
You still got your car?
That two door sedan, green?
- Car?
In the garage at the house, why?
- Well, that means that
half the money's yours.
- What?
- The money, the payroll, Gail.
It's half yours.
- And you think I'd take it?
Sam came home that night.
He was shaking.
I thought he was sick.
When I went for the
doctor, Sam wandered off.
- I know, it broke him
up when he saw Jerry-
- Get killed.
Say it.
Sam was trying to walk it off.
Policemen called him over,
and he started running.
They called me at two
o'clock in the morning.
He was delirious.
And dying.
(Gail sobbing)
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You take your money.
You burn it, you give it away.
I don't care what you do
with it, I don't want it.
- Gail, you got it.
Sammy put it in the frame
section underneath the car.
- So, that's why you came here?
That's why the big play?
Half to me, big man.
- No, Gail, no.
I could have come at
night and taken your car,
and headed for Mexico.
No.
- What did they do to you in prison?
Convert you?
- They gave me a little time.
I had nothing but time there.
I went to school, and I
did a little thinking.
- Made big plans?
- Little ones.
I was gonna get a job.
I was gonna get out
and get married, maybe.
I was just tired of running, that's all.
I, I wanted to stay put.
I wanted to belong to
something, just somewhere.
And now here I am again
in a stolen car, see?
I'm running again.
- You could have stayed out of trouble.
What happened?
I thought I had friends!
They're just like everybody else.
Just itching to get their
hands on that money.
Gail, why don't you take it, huh?
I'll head for the border,
they'll follow me.
Nobody will even know you've got it.
It's a lot of dough, honey.
You can get out of this town.
You can just go wherever you want!
- You really are trying to
make it up to Sam, aren't you?
- To both of you.
- Oh, Nick, I'm tired.
I don't know what to tell you.
- Can we talk tomorrow?
- This is a small town, but
they get newspapers here too.
If you went to a hotel,
it would just make that much more trouble.
- All right, then I'll,
uh, I'll sleep in the car.
- My place is right up the street.
You can have my father's room.
- Well, that's,
that's the only decent words
I heard since I got out.
I'll take this with me.
I might be able to eat it now.
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- Come on, think, think.
- Dave, I can't remember, I tried.
- Look, you heard Arnie Hoffman.
You wanna windup dead?
Look, now, we know Nick
was tracing Gail Russo.
- I know.
- All right.
You knew Gail.
You knew Sam.
Now, she went home.
Home!
- Some crummy little town.
- Where?
- Oh, in Arizona I think.
- Where in Arizona?
- Silver City.
- Silver City.
Come on.
Find it.
There's no Silver City in Arizona.
- Dave, I'm sorry, I, oh!
Dave, please-
- Think.
Think hard.
- Well,
- Where?
Come on.
- Gold.
- Gold, Gold what?
- Gold City, that's the name!
- Are you sure?
- Well, uh.
Gold City.
- Gold.
Gold City.
Arnie Hoffman?
Dave Prince.
- I never heard of this Gold City.
You sure you got it right?
- Well, Susie says that's
where the girl used to live.
Now we can't be sure that she's there now.
- She better be there.
I don't like wasting time.
How much farther?
- Let's see, it's 200 miles, maybe 250.
- Boy, Sammy sure knew his job!
He welded this plate on like it
was never supposed to come off.
- What will you do when
you get it off, Nick?
- I told you, we'll talk about it.
First I gotta make sure
it's still in here.
Five years is a long time, you know?
- I don't like leaving
Lank with the cooking
and serving at the cafe.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Gail, I've got it.
It's in here.
Every bit of it.
Gail, you hear me?
- Yes, Nick, I heard.
(exhaling)
- Here's a couple of samples, Gail.
Just a couple of samples.
Did you ever figure, you've been driving
the most expensive car in the world?
- You've got the money now, Nick.
There's a big difference between thinking
about it and holding it like that.
(Nick sighing)
- In all my life I heard people saying,
"Boy, if I only had dough.
If I were only rich."
- Depends on how you get it.
- There's a lot of guys who didn't bother.
- You were one of them.
- Yeah.
Look, you, uh, you take this.
You burn it, give it away,
Do anything with it.
Go to Europe.
I don't care.
And that's all I've got to give you.
- I told you, you don't owe me anything.
- I wasn't talking about owing.
I was talking about giving.
You know what it's like, Gail, to
think about somebody
every day for five years?
And not be able to do anything about it?
You know what it was like last
night in your father's room?
Right next to yours?
- Nick, please.
- I wasn't making a pass, Gail.
I'm just telling you.
I know what a louse you thought I was.
I was hoping maybe it
wouldn't be like that.
Maybe you'd be willing to
forget what happened, but,
so, I was wrong, but at
least it kept me going.
- Nick, please, I can't-
- Don't say anything,
Gail, you don't have to.
So, please, just don't even try.
(sighing)
- Nick.
Would you give the money back?
- You tell me.
That's all I need.
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- Nick.
Would they stop bothering
you, if you gave it back.
- They'd probably give me a medal.
- Then we could leave together.
- Leave?
- We could give them the money
and get out of Gold City.
We could go anywhere we want.
Oh, Nick, we could start all over.
- What about your restaurant?
- Well, Lank can have that.
He's certainly worked hard
enough all these years.
Oh, you could get a job.
We're not fooling ourselves, are we?
- Honey, we're not fooling ourselves.
We gotta made it this time.
Come on.
Let's get the rest of
the money out of there
and go tell Lank the good news, huh?
We can catch him before
he closes for the night.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(grunting)
- Well, what's that for?
- Oh, hiding it under the back seat
till, we're ready to go to the cops.
And can just see Lank's face
when we tell him the good news, huh?
(light orchestral music)
- Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Okay.
I went back to the files, dug
up a lead on the Russo woman.
Where she came from.
- That'll help.
- Look up a place in the
map called Gold City.
There it is.
- Oh, God!
The gas station said she
ran a cafe around here.
There's gotta be a cafe
around here some place.
- Why would anybody wanna
live in a cemetery like this?
Before he dies.
Nine o'clock, its dead already!
You, you idiot!
If it hadn't been for you, I
wouldn't be going through this.
- Well, I couldn't help it about Harbin.
You know, wait a minute, there it is.
Gold City Cafe.
- Pull up here.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Go in and see what you can find out.
(register ringing)
- Not too much left.
- Cup of coffee will do.
Is, Mrs. Russo around?
- No, she's not.
You want something?
- No, I'm just an old
friend of hers from LA.
You know where I can find her?
- No, I don't.
You ought to gimme your
name, I can tell her.
- I wanna surprise her.
- Well, she ought to be in pretty soon
to go over tomorrow's menu with me.
- Thanks, pal.
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- She's not there.
The old guy's expecting
her back in a few minutes.
- Good, we'll be waiting.
Check the silencers to
make sure they work.
(dramatic orchestral music)
All right, let's go.
- The seat stay in place all right?
- It's fine.
- Okay, first thing in the morning,
we're gonna take that money
to the sheriff here in Gold City.
You know, when I think
of Brodney and Hoffman,
and the newspaper guys,
all of them with their own
reasons for cutting my throat.
Just waiting for me to go for that money.
Well, there's gonna be
a lot of flipped lids
when they find out I've given it back.
- You're not beginning
to feel sorry about it?
- honey, remember that old gag,
"Happiness won't buy money?"
I found out today it's, uh,
it's no gag.
- Lank must be in the kitchen.
- Well, let's get him out of there.
- Welcome home, Nick.
- Don't move, Harbin.
- Nick, what-
- Good luck with that old guy,
he told me to tell you he's
all tied up in the kitchen.
- How did you find me, Hoffman?
- Prince, door.
- These are the goons I told you about.
All that's missing are the
cops and the newspapers.
- No cops, no newspaper reporters.
Just a friendly little meeting.
You were very cute back in LA, Nick.
I don't like guys to get cute with me.
- Well, you should have told
me, Hoffman, I didn't know.
- Now you know, so now
we talk about the money.
Being out in the night air
makes me lose my voice.
You lost yours too, Mrs. Russo?
- Don't touch her!
- You worried about her, Nick?
Dave told me how Nick feels
about you, Mrs. Russo.
He was right.
Nick doesn't want to see you hurt.
So, suppose we think
about it this way, Nick.
My boy here,
he takes off his coat so that Mrs. Russo
can see how strong he is.
- Hoffman, if he so-
- Easy, Nick, easy.
- I've seen some of the
jobs my boys done on women.
Very good.
Now, what do you say, Nick?
Do we talk about the money
before he messes her up, or after?
- Look, Hoffman, if your goon touches her,
you're gonna have to kill me.
Then who's gonna find the dough for you?
- Who wants to kill you, Nick?
Davey boy here will just shoot
you in the leg, that's all.
- Nick they're crazy, they've got to be.
- Take her.
Go ahead.
- Make one move, Nick,
you're gonna get it.
- [Gail] Lank!
(Gail screaming)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
- [Arnie] Prince!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Get some water and dump on his head.
He's no good to us if he can't talk.
Maybe you ought to convince Nick
that you don't wanna get marked up.
- I'm so blurry, I can't see.
- Just keep looking.
Gotta be here some place.
- Out of the way, doll.
- There it is.
Biggest life, Gold City Cafe.
Pull in here, I don't want any surprises.
- Help him, Dave.
Nick's having trouble.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- I'll make that croon talk.
- Prince!
Nobody does anything around
here without my saying so.
Now, I've had enough of this yackety-yack.
Get over here!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Get the girl.
(Gail screaming)
- Watch it, Nick.
Watch it.
260,000 bucks worth.
- Watch yourself.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- [Max] Don't try it, Hoffman.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Okay, Hoffman, all right.
You wanted to mark her out, huh?
Right, I'm gonna see how you can take it.
- No, Nick, no!
- You did a classy job on the goon.
Don't go spoiling it now.
- What you want, cop?
You want him walk out of here?
Who's gonna take him?
- What's the matter?
You think I'm dead?
- [Gail] You're badly hurt,
I better call a doctor.
- Yeah.
- Nick, please.
- Why don't you listen to her?
Drop the bottle.
- My God!
Okay.
Your money's in the car,
under the back seat.
- I'm in no shape to stop you
if you wanna take it
and make a run for it.
- So, what do you think, cop?
I got a little religion
'cause I stopped that
goon from finishing you?
- You wouldn't have
done it five years ago.
- Gail and I were taking
the money tomorrow morning
to the sheriff here.
If you can still walk, you can go with us.
- Hey.
To see that, I'd go in an ambulance.
- The doctor will be
here in a few minutes.
And the police.
- Thanks.
Oh, I better sit down.
(chuckling)
You're helping me!
Boy, that is a hot one.
(dramatic orchestral music)
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