Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Dr. Harris. - Good night, doc.
It's all right to remove the straitjacket, doctor.
If the T-men pick you up, you don't know a thing, haven't seen me in months.
In more ways than one.
Thank you, warden.
Verna.
The Trader ain't crazy.
Bo Creel. Wait a minute.
- Think you ought to? That's U. S. mail. - I'm a U. S. citizen, ain't I?
All right.
All right, throw your life away. Stay here and shoot it out.
- Plenty. Like what?
Happy? Ed?
Yeah.
As long as our cars are within receiving distance, we can tell where they are.
What you got against him? Pardo's all right.
Conductor didn't wanna play. How's this guy?
... and you hold the pole over the water.
Buys stolen money here, 30, 40 cents on the dollar.
Here. Tie and gag him.
Nothing to tie him in with the tunnel job or us.
Don't know what I'd do without you, Ma.
He's got a fierce psychopathic devotion for her.
Maine and Atlantic in Alhambra. General direction, southwest.
- Hello, Hank. Hi.
Okay.
Good. Let's run through your background again.
Maybe so.
That's right, Vic. Play it smart. Play it smart. That's the only way it'll work.
Stop crying. Nobody's going to hurt you.
Say anything you like and make it good. And listen to me carefully.
standing on business!
What do you think I've been dreaming about nights?
- My way, there wouldn't be no shooting. - Ain't gonna be any my way either.
Car A at 166th and Western, bearing 138 degrees.
Forget it, Ma. Forget it.
- Hello, Margaret. - You're looking well, Vic.
This is Car A at La Canada Verdugo.
EVANS: You might as well come down, Jarrett. There's no one left but you.
... suppose the impulse received here has a bearing of 210 degrees.
- Hi, doc. - Hi, Ryley.
"But prints on cellophane of cigarette package...
Now tell me you're glad to see me. Only say it low so nobody can hear.
The State of Illinois v. Victor Pardo.
You all know what you're to do...
and thanks for that good pussy
You can't get in unless I tell you how.
- I wish you would. I'm dead without music. - We'll get a new one.
Sounds bad, Cody.
- My orders was nobody was to leave. - That might go for hoods like him.
Ha, ha. Come and get me!
- Any chance you get, read Pardo, will you? - Why?
Catch.
It ain't just like waiting for some human who wants to kill you. Cody ain't human.
Have that area surrounded. Get some searchlights.
They're not gonna open the gates for us.
Come in, C.
Well, I think we'd better hit the hay, duchess.
... except the eternal struggle between man and fish.
- You've been hurt. - Oh, it's nothing. Just an accident.
And I was gonna split fifty-fifty with a copper.
We got a sack full of dough and we're holed up here like a bunch of gophers.
Come on. Come with me.
Got her. Going due west about 30 miles per hour.
When the time comes.
- Maybe I do. Did you tell anybody else? - Mm-mm.
Two-two-seven, you're A.
Solid gold.
They want me to take a little trip. We're gonna take a trip.
You sure? - Yeah. He pinched me four years ago.
Yeah? Maybe I didn't wanna get my shots.
Put the car in the trees. We'll pick you up and take our positions.
I was going to take the car and beat it. I was scared.
... but he caught me and beat me.
We're being watched.
How does he operate?
A, C, cut into Fairchild. I've lost her.
I saw that just in time.
Twelve thousand bucks and she's getting ready to blow up in your face.
... he's gotta feel pretty safe.
This will cheer you up, Phil. Spectrograph of dirt from the tunnel.
Keep your hands off that wire.
... tomorrow there'll be a pardon coming through for one of your inmates, Vic Pardo.
- What's doing, kid? - I don't like being pushed around.
- Me? Yeah, you.
Got her. Traveling dead ahead on Bakeman, 20 miles an hour.
I'm leaving tomorrow, Cody. Anything I can do for you on the coast?
- Come on, Parker. - Where to?
You all right, Cody?
I don't want any of that slop. Pfft.
We ain't gonna forget Cody after all he did for us.
My head. My head.
If I turned my back long enough for Big Ed to put a hole in it...