Good news for you, Herbert.
You've had good news for the last 12 years.
I'm working on a plan to get your case reviewed.
- Hello, Margaret. - You're looking well, Vic.
We're being watched. Say anything you like and make it good.
Listen to me carefully.
Divorce? Vic, you can't mean that.
Why? What have I done?
That's fine.
Jarrett's getting out of here and I'm going with him.
I know how you feel, but don't ask me to do anything that'll break my heart.
It might be better for you.
It's my life. Let me decide what to do with it.
Just the two of us.
Tell Evans we'll break out Thursday night.
Tell him to plant a getaway car with an oscillator.
Can you remember that? With an oscillator.
I'll remember, darling.
- Everything clear? - Perfectly clear.
You won't be sorry, Vic. When you get out, we'll be happy. I'll see to that.
Nice. Where'd you learn all that? Soap opera?
How did you know?
This time I'm going right to the top to get you out.
- Herbert, are you listening? - Sure, Jerry.
But if that fails, you'll have to serve the rest of your term.
Jerry, you couldn't get me out of here if I was pardoned.
All right, this is the prison.
We place the getaway car in these trees...
with the oscillator under its rear axle and hooked up to the battery.
Our cars will be parked here, a mile or so away, one here and the other here.
We assume that Jarrett and Hank come out here somewhere.
They pile into the getaway car, and they're off.
- You ready, Ernie? - Ready.
The transmitter wavelength is 47.1.
47.1.
All right. Switch it on.
Our receivers pick up that sound from the oscillator...
which enables us to cross-plot their exact position.
For example...
suppose the impulse received here...
has a bearing of 210 degrees.
This one here reads 45 degrees.
We plot them like so.
Where the lines cross, that's where they are.
It doesn't matter how far they travel.
As long as our cars are within receiving distance...
we can tell where they are.
Switch it off.
How far is receiving distance?
We had a dry run on a car yesterday. Kept tabs on him for 20 miles.
That little thing?
You can make one out of your bedside radio. I'll show you how.
When you've got a week to spare, Ernie'll tell you all about electronics.
We'll meet at the airport in 40 minutes. Be in Springfield late this afternoon.
Tonight.
Isn't that Lefeld down there? Nat Lefeld?
From the coast mob. Came in today.
They checked him in today?
Ask him how my mother is.
Ask about Cody's mother.
She's dead.
Dead?
I want to get out of here!
Get me out!
Special for Jarrett.
- Hiya, Doc. - Hi, Ryley.
Hi, Cody. Brought you some grub.
Hot soup made special.
How are you, Vic? Glad to see you, kid. You're a good boy, Vic.
It's me, Tommy Ryley.
That's right, Vic. Play it smart.
Play it smart. That's the only way it'll work.
Here, get some of this into you.
Next time you come, bring the gun.
I like the way you go about it, Vic. Bring the gun.
You sure you won't try some of this delicious soup?
I'll get it if you take me along, Cody.
I don't want any of that slop.
Try it on the warden. It's a deal.
If you don't want it, I guess you don't want it.
But you gotta keep up your strength, fella.
If the warden don't want it, try it on the governor.
Guess he ain't hungry.
Dr. Simpson speaking.
Yes, Warden. I've just finished my report on Jarrett.
Violent, homicidal.
He'll probably have recurrent periods of normal behavior, but...
Yes, sir. Our psychiatrists are coming tonight.
They'll commit him to the institution.
Yes, Warden. I suggest you prepare the release for him.
Thank you, Warden.
- Oscillator all ready? - Ready to sing, Phil.
Put the car in the trees. We'll pick you up and take our positions.
- Telephone, Mr. Evans. - All right. Hold it, boys.
Evans speaking. Hello, Warden.
That is bad news. Not altogether a surprise.
Thanks for your cooperation anyway, Warden.
Say, by the way, tomorrow there'll be a pardon coming through...
for one of your inmates, Vic Pardo.
Rush it through, will you? Thanks.
No dice, boys. The party's off.
Jarrett's a raving maniac. They've got him in a straitjacket.
It's a good thing for Hank it happened inside instead of out.
It's the only good thing about it.
Take the oscillator off the car.
I'll get the plane tickets for 10:00 tonight.
You have a car to take us to the Springfield airport?
It'll be there, Mr. Evans.
Sorry, boys. They can't all work out.
How would you like a little change of scenery, Cody?
Someplace where we might be able to cure your headaches?
You wouldn't mind a little trip, would you?
No. Might do me some good.
- Doctor. - Not now, Ryley.
I want something to eat.
- You've sent away two meals already. - That's why I'm hungry now.
Hunger's always a hopeful sign.
Nobody feeds Cody Jarrett. What am I, a kid?
Is it all right to remove the straitjacket, Doctor?
I'll do it.
They got you tied up good.
The examination's over. All right, turn around.
Now, keep them quiet. Doctor, you're with me.
I want you to make a little phone call for me.
And no slip-ups, or you're gonna need a doctor.
You're taking a little walk, boys. Doc wants you in the dispensary.
Wait here.
- Come on, Parker. - Where to?
Dispensary. Special invitation to the doctor.
Here. Tie and gag him.
Drop that stick. Now.
Get in the cell.
All right. Now you two come along and bring the tuxedo with you.
Reader, cover the outside door.
We'll not make it this way. We'll never get to the gate.
- Who says so? - Why me? What do you want with me?
You're my pal. I'm taking you with me. Come on.
- Look... - Get.
You got me wrong. I got nothing against you.
It was Big Ed. He told me to do it.
You wouldn't kill me in cold blood, would you?
I'll let you warm up a little.
There's the fingerprint that nailed me.
Psycho, put that zoot suit on him.
- Me? - Yeah, you.
Cody, my way, there wouldn't be no shooting.
Ain't gonna be any my way either.
We're going out of here in a car like gentlemen on a picnic.
They want me to take a little trip. We're gonna take a trip.
Only it better be a quiet one. Come on, now. Get.
Pick up those hats.
Everybody down. Ryley, get those keys.
You get in the trunk. Come on, get it open.
Get in.
Ryley, you get in the front.
Reader, get in the back and make like you're loony.
And you, you drive.
You know how jittery I am. Any minute I'm liable to explode.
Now if we don't make it, I've got six slugs in this gun.
One for each of us.
- Dr. Harris. - Good night, Doc.
Hello. Yeah, speaking.
What? All right. Right away.
Turn back. Jarrett's busted out.
Black sedan. Probably headed southwest.
Following are the names of the men who escaped with Cody Jarrett.
Thomas Ryley, Roy Parker, Michael Curtin, Vic Pardo.
Do not shoot unless absolutely necessary.
Hostages in car.
Do not shoot...
- One break for our boy. - What's Hank's procedure now?
He'll stay with Jarrett till he gets what he's after.
I like your tailor. How do you like mine?
Tommy, rustle up some grub. You, in there.
Vic, what's taking you so long?
Trying to find some more artillery.
- Let it ring. - Someone might get suspicious.
Come on.
How you doing, Parker?
It's stuffy in here. I need some air.
Stuffy, huh? I'll give you a little air.
No clue to their movements has been reported...
since their assault last night on a service station...
north of Gallup, New Mexico.
It is assumed now by federal law enforcement agencies...
that Jarrett and the other escaped convicts are heading for California.
This concludes the nightly news summary from KFKL, San Bernardino.
Did you check the windows?
- I said, "Did you check the windows?" - Ed, let's get out of here.
Take it easy, baby. We're ready for him when he comes.
I can't stand another night, Ed. Listening, going crazy.
It ain't like waiting for some human being who wants to kill you.
Cody ain't human.
Fill him full of lead, and he'll still come at you.
Plug him and he drops, same as anybody else.
The boys didn't think so.
Why did they beat it down to San Berdoo?
'Cause they know this is between me and Cody.
- They'll be back when it's over. - You'll be dead.
Maybe so.
But the time comes when a man's gotta stop running away and face things.
Or else go on running for good.
All right, throw your life away. Stay here and shoot it out.
Me? I'm going. I want to live.
Cody might have ideas about that.
I'll go someplace he'll never find me.
The world ain't big enough, sugar.
Not when he finds out what you did to his ma.
- You'd tell him? - lf you run out on me.
- Why not? - But I only did it for you, Ed.
She had you covered.
Cody still ain't going to like to hear that she got it in the back.
Feel more like staying now?
I said I'd be back.
Now tell me you're glad to see me.
Only say it low, so nobody can hear.
Cody, I'm so glad to see you.
I've been praying you'd come back.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I was running away.
- From Big Ed? - Yeah.
- What's the matter? Don't you like him? - No.
Maybe you shouldn't have teamed up with him.
I couldn't help it, Cody.
He said if I didn't go away with him, he'd have you killed.
All I wanted was for you to come back.
That's the truth. I love you, Cody.
- You let Ma die? - No.
You didn't even raise a finger to help her.
You just stood there and watched Big Ed kill her.
I tell you, you got it wrong, Cody.
Maybe you thought it was funny, an old woman taking on a guy like that.
No. I tried to warn her...
but he caught me and beat me.
Then when Ma came, he was waiting for her, and he...
- I can't tell you. - Tell me.
He got her in the back.
- Is he in there now? - Yeah.
But you gotta be careful, Cody. He's got the house rigged up like a trap.
You can't get in unless I tell you how.
- Ed. - Stay where you are.
- What was that bell downstairs? - It was me, Ed.
What were you doing down there?
I couldn't go through with it. I tried, but I couldn't.
Talk sense.
I was going to take the car and beat it. I was scared.
But I don't want to go anymore.
You're my honey.
Still got nerves?
Please, Ed. I feel like a drink.
- Fix me one, too. - Here.
Catch.
Listen, Cody. Ed said this joint is a cinch.
- Good for $50,000. - Who?
- Big Ed. - Never heard of him. Go on.
The way we had it figured, Cody, we pile out of the cars here...
we slug the guards, and we grab the payroll here.
Blast our way out. It'll all take 50 seconds.
They got cars. They'd follow you.
That's where we use the gas truck.
I'll stall it right in the gates.
And when we beat it in the getaway cars, I got the truck keys in my pocket.
And where do you get the gas truck?
We got one stashed behind a barn. Bought it with our own dough. $12,000.
- You bought a gas truck? - Yeah.
What's the matter? You forget how to steal one?
Maybe it ain't so bad, Cody. $12,000 gets you $50,000.
Fence $50,000, and you get $20,000.
Then what are you going to do with that? Buy two more gas trucks?
That joint has got the serial number of every bill.
Any guy who says he can fence $50,000 is crazy.
- The Trader ain't crazy. - The Trader?
- Who's he? - My manager, kid.
Come on. Let's get a look at that $12,000 doll.
Cody. My radio ain't working again.
Oh, no.
What do you want it for, unemployment insurance?
Can't I go down to San Berdoo and get it fixed?
Nobody leaves unless I say so. Now, you...
What's the matter, baby?
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Go and read your comic books. Good girl.
This fellow you call the Trader...
can you trust him?
Why?
I wouldn't like to see my share of a caper handed to a guy who might disappear.
- Suspicious, ain't you? - Just careful.
You don't have to worry about the Trader. He pays off on the spot in nice, clean bills.
Where does he get rid of this stuff?
- Ships to Europe. Collects both ends. - Smart operator.
Didn't see any of that dope from that tunnel job pop up, did you?
I like him better now.
Not bad.
Maybe the $12,000 don't go down the drain after all.
- Hey, Het. - Yeah.
You're pretty good with a blowtorch.
You suppose you could cut a hole in here into the tank?
Yeah, sure.
We're back in business, boys.
We're back in business. And not Big Ed's way either, and not for $50,000.
But first, a question.
Supposing you want to push in a place like Fort Knox...
and grab yourselves a couple of tons of gold...
what's the toughest thing about a job like that?
Getting inside the joint.
A silver dollar for the gentleman on the balcony.
Right on the button.
Getting in.
Which brings me to a story Ma used to tell me when I was a kid.
A story about a horse.
Way back, there was a whole army trying to knock over a place called Troy...
and getting nowhere fast. Couldn't even put a dent in the walls.
One morning, the people of Troy wake up, look over the walls...
and the attacking army disappeared.
Men, boats, the works. Taking a powder.
But they left one thing after them...
a great, big wooden horse.
And according to Ma...
Hello, there.
I was wondering if I could use your telephone?
There ain't a phone here for five miles.
I'm sorry to hear that.
- Good morning. - Hello. Lost your way, mister?
No. I wanted to call my office...
but these gentlemen say you don't have a phone here.
They wouldn't know. There's one in the house. I'll show you where it is.
Thank you very much.
There's a call that's gonna cost more than a nickel.
Looks like Big Ed's gonna have company.
And we got a new station wagon.
- How's fishing? - Fine, Cody.
- Good catch. - You like the truck idea?
It's admirable.
We might all profit by a closer study of classical literature.
Chemical plant. I guess that's Long Beach way.
That's close enough for now. You know the way I work.
I must ask that you don't insist on knowing the exact location...
until you've reached the rendezvous.
That's all right. The only thing that matters is...
how much dough this joint has in the kitty.
$426,000 will be placed in their safe before closing time tomorrow...
to be distributed to deserving employees the following morning...
provided there's no unforeseen accident, of course.
- Like me and my boys? - Exactly.
What are they doing, dancing?
Maybe they found they went to school together.
Maybe they're buddies after all.
Something funny's going on there.
I've had my eye on this place for several months.
Now, these checking gates, that means a pass for the driver...
identity cards and stuff. We're all hot.
Your truck will be driven past these checkers...
by an ex-convict of my acquaintance.
He's now leading a scrupulously honest life...
as a truck driver for this very firm.
Smooth.
Sorry to bust in. We're finished out there. Wanna check?
I'll be right out.
- You having much luck, mister? - I haven't started yet...
I'm just on my way.
- Done much fishing up here? - Every year.
- What are you trying for? - Bass.
- This guy's a phony, Cody. - I beg your pardon?
This is trout country. There ain't bass for 100 miles.
What's so funny?
You're right on your toes, kid. Bass.
He got you, didn't he?
Trader, this is the kid I've been telling you about. Meet Vic Pardo.
- Hello. - Glad to know you, Mr...
Forgive me, I...
You can forget that. Vic's my partner, 50-50.
Cody Jarrett going 50-50?
- I split even with Ma, didn't I? - I see.
My name's Daniel Winston. San Diego. Securities.
Glad to know you, Mr. Winston.
Sit down.
Hold it. Where you going, Pardo?
- What's doing, kid? - I don't like being pushed around.
My orders was nobody was to leave.
That might go for hoods like him. When I got a reason to leave, I leave.
Nobody has any reasons I don't know about.
- He jumped me, Cody. - Get back on the job.
That was pretty fancy wrestling, kid. Where'd you learn it?
- In the army. - You're a liar.
They don't take cons in the army.
When the war broke out, I didn't have any record except kid stuff.
What were you doing just now, soldier? Going over the hill?
No. I figured maybe I'd run in to L.A.
Be back before anyone knew.
- What's doing in L. A? - My wife. She don't know where I am.
When we crashed out, I didn't leave no forwarding address.
- It's the truth, Cody. - Why didn't you ask me?
I figured you might get sore.
So you took off on your own.
I haven't seen her in a long time.
I'm human, you know, like everyone else.
All right, kid.
You're just lonesome.
Lonesome like me.
You?
- What about... - You mean Verna?
All I ever had was Ma. Now...
Your mother alive?
No, she died before I even knew her.
I was just walking around out there talking to mine.
- That sounds funny to you? - No.
Some might think so.
My old lady never had anything.
Always on the run, always on the move. Some life.
First, it was my old man, died kicking and screaming in a nut house...
then my brother, and after that, it was taking care of me.
Always trying to put me on top.
"Top of the world," she used to say.
And then, times when I'd be losing my grip...
there she'd be, right behind me...
pushing me back up again. And now...
Anyway, she quit running, Cody.
Yeah. Quit running.
That was a good feeling out there, talking to her.
Just me and Ma.
A good feeling. I liked it.
Maybe I am nuts.
Let's go in and have a drink.
Tell you what, Vic. I've got an idea.
We'll pick up your wife after the job tomorrow.
We'll all take a little trip. Just the four of us.
No kidding, Cody. That sounds great.
You mean that, honey? We could have fun. Live big.
Money's just paper if you don't spend it.
- That's an idea. - It's a good idea.
Europe, maybe. Paris.
Rubbing shoulders with the best of them.
How do you do, Countess?
Sable coats, jewels just dripping from my fingers.
I'd knock their eyes out, Cody. You'd be real proud of me.
Don't go flipping your lid.
He ain't thought of a vacation in years, Vic. Don't let him forget it.
Here's to us, top of the world.
How's the radio coming, Verna?
- A crystal set would play better. - Yeah?
Maybe I could fix it for you.
I wish you would, Vic. I'm dead without music.
We'll get a new one.
I don't mind fixing it, Cody. Keep me busy. I can't sleep anyhow.
Anything you say, kid.
- I was just gonna throw it away. - I'm not making any promises.
We better hit the hay, Duchess. We got a heavy day tomorrow.
- See you in the morning. - Right.
Grab the brass ring.
What are you doing? We're on our way.
You've got to have a chain on the ground, get rid of electricity.
That's only when you got gasoline or chemicals inside.
You want to have some traffic cop think you got a load of something else?
That's using your head, kid. All right, snap it up.
You all know what you're to do...
and you know where the rendezvous is.
We're to pick up our driver there at 5:00...
and we'll be at the plant right after the day shift has checked off.
Now, Vic and Tommy, we go in the truck.
The rest of you go with Verna in the sedan.
Baby, don't get picked up for speeding.
But get them there.
Don't worry, honey. I'll get them there.
$12,000 and she's getting ready to blow up in your face.
Might be a cracked radiator. We'd better stop somewhere.
There's a gas station down the hill, Cody.
Pull in and watch yourself.
Fill her up?
- With water, bub. Check that radiator. - Okay.
- You got a washroom, mister? - Yeah. Cleanest in the West.
Dry as a bone.
Go get Vic. Hurry up.
- Cody says to hurry up. - All right.
I thought you said cleanest in the West.
You ever see a cleaner one, mister?
- The mirror's so dirty you can see double. - What?
Wise guys. Didn't even buy gas.
Into the wooden horse, boys.
Where do we go, Trader?
You should be back in about three hours.
- I'll wait. - We'll be here. Where's the driver?
He's having a cup of coffee. He'll be right out.
Bo. I heard you wanted to straighten out. Driving a truck for a living.
- Tonight, I hand in my resignation. - You better get going, Cody. Good luck.
Got it?
When you get to the plant, park across the street.
If there's any trouble, give us the horn hard.
How is it in there?
Can't breathe good. Otherwise, fine.
Stop breathing.
There's a button up in the cab.
Press it once if trouble shows, and three times for all clear.
Okay.
Somebody's ribbing you, Russ.
Take a slant at the mirror in your washroom.
"Radio Signal Fallon." You know what that means, sir?
You bet I know what it means. It's Hank.
Call the FCC. Get every direction-finder car they've got.
Ask them to clear the air. Now listen...
Got him.
This is Car A at La Canada Verdugo.
Receiving signal, 105 degrees. Will repeat.
105 degrees.
Check.
- Come in, Car B. - Car B bearing 284 degrees.
Maine and Atlantic, Alhambra. General direction, southwest.
Check.
Source of signal, Maine and Atlantic in Alhambra.
- General direction, southwest. - Head southwest.
Have Car B head southeast.
Car A at Western and Slauson, bearing 158 degrees.
Car B, Atlantic and Telegraph Road...
bearing 235 degrees.
Imperial and Figueroa.
Source of signal, Imperial and Figueroa.
That looks like the Long Beach area.
Car A at Rosecrans and Western, bearing 156 degrees.
Car B at Atlantic and Compton, bearing 244 degrees.
Source of signal, 198th and Figueroa.
198th and Figueroa.
Cover the back.
Car A at 166th and Western, bearing 138 degrees.
Car B Alameda and Artesia, bearing 256 degrees.
Same as before. 198th and Figueroa.
They must have stopped. 198th and Figueroa.
- Check. 198th and Figueroa. - That's it.
Send out a call. All cars proceed to 198th and Figueroa.
Drop the gun.
Now turn around.
- Cody, that guy's a copper. - What?
He's a T-man. I know him. His name is Fallon.
He pinched me four years ago.
Don't go for your guns.
A copper.
A copper. How do you like that, boys?
A copper and his name is Fallon.
And we went for it. I went for it.
Treated him like a kid brother.
And I was going to split 50-50 with a copper.
Maybe they're waiting to pin a medal on him.
Solid gold. Come on. Get up. Get your hands up.
Yeah, that's it. A nice gold medal for the copper.
Only maybe he's gonna get it sooner than he thinks.
Cody, the joint's crawling with cops.
- Let him have it. - Oh, no. And lose our ace in the hole?
He's going to walk us out of here. Ain't you, copper? Get up.
It won't work. They'll shoot just the same.
- They won't shoot one of their own. - They won't make any deals.
You better pray that they do.
Jarrett, you and your men might as well give up.
Come out with your hands up.
We've got your boy Fallon in here, and he'll be all right if you do as I say.
She says she can get Jarrett to come out.
If I can, mister, will you go easy on me?
I'll tell him you'll let him get away because you don't want your guy hurt.
He'll believe me. Then, when he comes out, you can do what you want with him.
No deal. Lock her up.
Cheap copper!
Jarrett, you haven't got a chance.
Come out with your hands up.
"Come out with your hands up," the man says.
How do you like that, Ma?
Here's my answer, you dirty...
Fan out! Give them tear gas from both sides.
That was Cody Jarrett talking!
Out this way, Cody. Through that door.
Here's yours, copper.
Wait a minute. It's Fallon.
- You all right, Hank? - Yeah, sure. Quick...
get a car out to Charlie's Roadhouse, Highway 60, near Colton.
Pick up Daniel Winston. He's the fence you're looking for.
- What's out here, Bo? - An alley.
Happy, try it.
Come on. Get going.
We've got Bo Creel. They're heading up.
Got them on the ground heading for the Horton Sphere area.
Send men out to that section.
Pass the word along. Don't fire unless you've got a perfect target.
That place is a stack of dynamite.
Have that area surrounded. Get some searchlights.
They think they've got Cody Jarrett.
They haven't got Cody Jarrett, you hear? They haven't got him.
And I'm gonna show you they haven't got him.
Come on. Come with me.
Don't shoot. It's me, Ryley. I'm coming out.
You might as well come down, Jarrett.
There's no one left but you.
Come and get me.
Get the gun, Hank.
What's holding him up?
Made it, Ma!
Top of the world!
Cody Jarrett.
He finally got to the top of the world. And it blew right up in his face.