Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jarrett, you haven't got a chance.
Always on the run, always on the move. Some life.
Here's yours, copper.
... to be distributed to deserving employees the following morning.
- I'll be right out. - Okay.
- Cover her on the left. - Okay.
I want you to make a little phone call for me.
And I'm gonna show you they haven't got him.
You would have looked like that barrel.
Jarrett outsmarted you.
Hold it. Where you going, Pardo?
All right, move up.
It all adds up and places our friend in the morgue right at the scene of the crime.
Because they know this is between me and Cody.
Maybe your 12 grand don't go down the drain after all.
- My radio ain't working again. - Oh, no.
... that Jarrett and the other escaped convicts are heading for California.
I'm sick of waiting for you to make your move.
No doctors. No doctors.
For example...
- You ready, Ernie? TRENT: Ready.
Don't go flipping your lid.
No one else has ever made a dent, not even his wife.
- Where, Cody? - Gonna give myself up.
You've got a good memory for names.
You'll be committed to the penitentiary in Illinois.
Well, that's one I never expected. Dead man, dead end.
What else does a girl do around this bear trap?
Drifting, kind of. Not too eager.
Why not? What's being in here got to do with it?
Oh, looks like we're in business.
A copper.
I was pretty good back there on the train, huh, Cody?
Four dead. It's the gas chamber for sure.
Looks like Big Ed's gonna have company, huh?
Just the two of us.
So we thought of a steam engine.
All right, Mrs. Jarrett. That'll be all now.
Drop the gun.
What's the use of having money if you gotta run every time somebody sees a shadow?
A hoodlum turns himself in on a phony rap and beats the gas chamber, heh.
Made it, Ma! Top of the world!
Right now he's a sitting duck up there in that pen.
Into the wooden horse, boys.
Tell you what, Vic. Tell you what. I've got an idea.
Isn't that Lefeld down there? Nat Lefeld?
Come on. Let's get a look at that $12,000 doll.
What's so funny?
You cut in one, first thing you know, you cut in 10. What do you want Ryley for?
... before closing time tomorrow...
With Big Ed giving the orders now, there'll be all kinds of fireworks.
Don't make a sound, Zuckie. It's me, Cotton.
Just you. And his wife.
You're just lonesome.
Yeah, maybe there is, kid.
Get the lead out.
Not bad.
Look, Pardo...
... there she'd be, right behind me, pushing me back up again.
"You and me belong together, sugar. Just leave it to Big Ed. "
Jarrett, Arthur Cody.
Feel more like staying now?
I'll tell him you'll let him get away because you don't want your guy hurt.
I'll bet he's thumbing his nose at Uncle Sam right now and loving it.
We've got your boy Fallon in here, and he'll be all right if you do as I say.
Vic.
Send him right in.
And no slip-ups, or you're gonna need a doctor.
Despite the third-degree burn, the eyebrows and hairline weren't even singed.
That's better.
One of the boys spots me as a lamister. I make a break for it.
- Take position on the right. - Right.
EVANS: Oscillator ready? - Ready to sing.