You're gonna fall off!
This is fun!
I'm afraid you're in a red zone.
There's your bank parking.
- I was just letting my husband out.
- I just have to cash a check.
I'd appreciate it if you'd let her
sit here. I've got this busted ankle.
Why don't you
let me park the car,
you endorse the check
and I'll cash it.
I'll cash my own check.
It's my check.
I'm gonna endorse it
and cash it myself.
He's afraid I'm going
to abscond with the money.
I don't have to be waited on
like some old crock.
- Nobody said you were an old crock.
- You implied it!
Okay. It's okay.
You can park here.
But please make it quick.
Much obliged, Officer. Marry a hippie,
and they start endorsin' your checks.
George, Adam, 1-7-4-2.
What?
Plates on that Connie.
What about 'em?
I don't know. I'm almost sure I've
seen that number on a hot sheet.
So, run a check on it.
San Miguel four,
requesting a make...
George, Adam, 1-7-4-2.
Have a nice day, Rick.
Thank you, Miss Ambar.
Morning.
Good morning, sir.
Would you please endorse this?
Oh! Here, I'll
use my own pen.
I write a little better with it.
There you are.
Thank you.
Um, do you have an account
here, Mr. Pettis?
No, but that's a good check.
I'm sure it is, Mr. Pettis,
but I'll have to get an okay.
- Sure.
- Excuse me.
Miss Vesta?
What, honey?
Can we get an okay
from Mr. Young on this?
Oh, yes.
Go all around You bet.
Hello, Jessie.
San Miguel four.
Have you got anything on
those Colorado plates yet?
Not yet. We're still checking.
I'll get right back to you.
Mr. Pettis?
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, but it's
an out-of-state bank.
But that's a bank cashier's check, sir.
What could be wrong?
I'm sure it's fine.
I'll just check on it.
Miss Vesta.
Yes, Mr. Young?
Would you mind verifying that?
That's a perfectly good check!
Oh!
Come on, pop, against the wall!
Don't no mother move!
- Keep your hands up!
- Open that vault and nobody'll get hurt.
Oh, my God. My God!
You wanna die
for somebody else's money?
No, but I can't...
Move it! Move it!
San Miguel four,
this is control. Rudy?
San Miguel four.
Go ahead, Jessie.
Looks like you've got something.
George, Adam, 1-7-4-2 is a hot plate.
It goes with a green Camaro
stolen in Denver, July 7.
Well, it's
on a '72 Continental now.
The sheriff's on his way.
Is that all?
Where's the money, mister?
That's all there is.
It's a very small town, sir.
You a good dancer?
I don't understand, sir.
You're dancin' sideways.
What are you hidin' down there?
Oh, nothing.
Pick it up!
What's in there?
Bonds.
Nonnegotiable bonds
better be what you're saying.
Open it up fast!
Yes, sir.
Morning, ma'am. May I see
your driver's license, please?
Oh, certainly.
Stop the car! Put down the hood!
Stop the car!
Look at that, Charley. We creamed 'em.
Hot damn! Creamed pig.
Get this on the emergency band.
There's been a bank robbery
over here to Tres Cruces.
- Are you all right, Sheriff?
- It's a g*dd*mn shambles.
Two officers down. We need help.
All units. And an ambulance.
You got that, Jessie?
Yes, sir.
The suspects were last seen
headin' south in a '72 Continental.
Now, that's a yellow four-door
with those Colorado plates.
There are three occupants. A woman's
drivin', and they're armed and dangerous.
Over and out, Jessie.
Are you sure
you're all right, Sheriff?
How is he?
He's alive anyway.
Stick in there, kid.
Ambulance will be here in a minute.
I got their license! I got their license!
G.A. 1-4-7-2.
Uh, no,
it's G.A. 1-7-4-2.
Right! G.A. 1-7-4-2. Thank you.
Sheriff, you have
blood on your forehead.
You're not gonna die, are you?
Get along home now, son.
Go on.
Open up in there.
Sheriff Horton.
How come the gate's locked?
Bust into it.
Ow!
Keep goin', honey.
I'm... I'm...
What's the matter, Nadine?
Cool it, sweetie.
It really hurts.
It... really...
really hurts.
All right.
Easy, honey.
Easy.
All right.
Easy. Easy.
Atta boy.
Easy. Easy.
Twenty-eight on the slick.
Come on, Charley!
We just can't sit here all day.
Charley!
Easy. All right.
We'll get you
to a doctor, Nadine.
You know him?
I should hope not!
Well, we'll identify him
soon enough.
Soon as we get a set of prints.
You call the F.B.I.
We're not
a Federal Reserve bank.
They don't have
any jurisdiction here.
Well, better get a hold
of the D.A.'s office then.
- Miss Vesta.
- Yes?
Call the district attorney's
office immediately.
Yes. Yes.
Don't let them delay you.
I'll speak to them at once.
Get me Maynard Boyle in Reno.
I don't care what he's doing, get
through to him. Yes, Mr. Young.
Charley!
Toss it, Charley. Toss it.
Careful now, this is black powder.
No sweat. I've blown up a lot of gooks
with this crap, and I'm still here.
Terrific.
Yeah.
Charley.
Tell you one thing.
What's that?
They're pros.
No identification at all.
Nothing!
Big fat zero.
But we're gonna get 'em.
They'll never get out of New Mexico.
I feel that in my gut.
I'm gonna nail those sons
o' b*tches to the cross.
What, honey?
She's finished.
You know that, don't you?
Listen, Charley,
you gonna screw around...
and some chopper's gonna come
and throw a net over us.
Charley!
Yeah?
I...
You're right, Harman.
She's finished.
Yeah.
All right. Rig the t*nk and get the
ignitor. I'll finish with the powder.
No, I'll finish it. Just one time,
surprise me and do what I say.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Charley, I can't get a spark.
Let's see that.
Oh, you got too big a gap here.
Yeah.
Here, you gotta bring this gap in.
See it? All right.
Did you rig the t*nk?
Close the doors. Yeah.
Get the truck started.
Nadine was a hell of a driver,
Charley.
Yeah, she was.
Damn, this tooth of mine
is killin' me.
Thought you took
care of that last week.
Yeah, well, I went
to that dentist of yours.
He did pretty good
on me and Nadine.
Real fine, Charley.
Lots of luck.
You know, Nadine
once told me that...
you and her met
in an air circus.
Just her and me
in an old biplane.
What'd ya do? She did wing
walking; I did a drunk act.
A drunk act?
Yeah.
I'd come out of the stands dressed like a
drunken sailor, wavin' a whiskey bottle.
Stagger over to the plane, everybody'd
be hollerin', "Stop him! Stop him!"
I'd hedgehop around the field
a few times...
and do a flip over, right
in front of the grandstand.
- On its back?
- Yup.
- Crazy, Charley.
- Then one day, I nearly got k*lled and...
figured there
must be an easier way.
Crop dusting.
Crop dusting.
Yeah.
Chance to fly, be independent.
Then, of course, we...
We couldn't compete with
the, uh... The big combines.
Right.
Yeah.
So we got a hold
of you and Al Dutcher,
decided to see what we
could do about some small banks.
No trouble.
Yeah, no trouble.
- Look at that.
- What?
Up ahead.
- Yeah.
- Play the harmonica.
You know, I used to make my livin'
playing this thing. Okay, play it.
Professionally.
Just relax.
Son of a bitch is
comin' back this way.
What's that for?
What do you think?
Harman, we're crop dusters.
Crop dusters don't wave g*ns.
Put that thing away fast.
All right. Okay.
Any second now there's gonna be one hell of
a bang in that hill. What do we do then?
Just play it by ear. Is that how
you got to be such a big winner?
Don't make any stupid moves.
All right, let me tell ya,
if he starts snoopin' around in the back,
I'm gonna blow his snout off.
Hi.
Something wrong, Officer?
May I see your operator's
license, please? You bet.
That's me, Charley Varrick.
We've been operatin' out of Reese
since the first of the year.
Thank you very much, Mr. Varrick.
You bet.
You, uh, mind
if I take a look in there?
In there? Sure.
What's in those drums?
In there?
Just malathion. Chlordane.
Pesticides, insecticides,
stuff like that. Herbicides.
Have you, uh, been
on Tres Cruces Road today?
Why?
Something happen?
We'll get along a lot better if you let
me ask the questions, and you answer 'em.
You bet.
Now, what I want is some information
on some people in a yellow '72...
g*dd*mn!
Good-bye, Nadine.
Wow! I thought I was gonna
have to wax that bastard, sure.
Your g*n, Harman.
We're a long way from home free.
Give me the piece.
I think we, uh,
forgot Al Dutcher's g*n.
Let's go.
Nadine?
We're home, Nadine.
Nadine?
Get that stuff inside.
Hello, Mrs. Taff.
Hello.
Didn't see my wife, did you?
No, I didn't see her
all day today.
But I'll keep me eye peeled.
Thank you.
That's very kind of you, Mrs. Taff.
Oh, just common courtesy.
Oh, you don't suppose she's run off, do ya?
No, ma'am, I don't think so.
Well, ya never can tell. There's mashers
all around this place, you know.
- They're after me all the time.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Just don't get any ideas!
- No, ma'am.
The milkman's the worst.
I make him leave his yogurt
on the stoop,
and I don't bring it in
until after he's gone.
That's good thinking.-
Excuse me. That's mine.
It's probably an obscene
phone call. Oh, dear!
Listen, you don't have any
whiskey around here, do you?
I'll get you some.
I don't want you getting loaded.
Ah, this damn tooth of mine
won't quit.
Still hurts, huh?
Here, open up that other sack.
Hot damn!
Sweet!
Charley.
Charley, come here.
Come here, Charley.
Charley, come here! Quick!
Charley, look at this money.
Will you just look?
This... Lookit. Fifty-dollar
bills and hundred-dollar bills.
Charley, we done hit the giant,
big daddy jackpot.
Oh, Lord!
What's the matter? You're not gonna
tell me it's counterfeit, are you?
- No, it's good.
- Oh, money!
Money, money, oh, money!
Oh, Lord! Do you know these are
all one hundred dollar bills?
- How much money you reckon we got here?
- I don't know.
Uh, half a million?
- Could be.
- What's bothering you?
I don't know.
Something smells bad.
Charley.
You smell bad. Don't
run a game out on me,
or I'll hang you out to dry.
What's that kind of money
doing in the Tres Cruces bank?
Where should it be?
Bank that size figures to have...
maybe thirty...
twenty thousand dollars.
Let me ask you one question.
The money was there, right?
- Yeah.
- Now it's here, right? So what's the big deal?
We interrupt this program
with another late bulletin...
about the Tres Cruces bank robbery in
which there are three known dead...
and one sheriff's deputy
still in critical condition.
Harold Young, bank manager,
has estimated...
that the bandits
escaped with less than $2,000.
Sheriff Horton of San Miguel County
predicts an early arrest. Two?
And now, back to your program.
- What the hell was that about?
- I don't know.
Who are they kiddin'? Us?
Don't they think we can count?
Doesn't make any sense unless...
- Unless what?
- Unless it's a drop.
What's a drop?
You know what dirty money is:
money you can't declare
on your income tax.
When certain people get that money,
they send it out of the country to invest.
When it comes back, it's clean.
So?
Maybe that little bank was a
drop, a collection point.
Maybe all this was
on its way out of the country.
Fantastic!
We lucked out!
More like crapped out. It's 10-to-1
this stuff belongs to the Mafia.
This is gambling money, skimmed off
the top. Whore money. Dope money.
- What's the difference?
- The difference is that the Mafia kills you.
No trial. No judge. They never stop
looking for you, not till you're dead.
I'd rather have ten F.B.I.'s
after me.
Mafia money.
All I wanted was a small take,
in and out quick, no big deal.
Don't worry. If you don't want your share,
I'll be happy to take it over for you.
- I'm sure you would, Harman.
- You want to give it back?
I've been thinkin' about it.
Charley Varrick.
Well, I got some news
for you, Charley.
You haven't got the balls
of a bull canary bird.
And something else!
I ain't givin' back penny number one!
Neither am I.
Then what are we arguing about?
Wouldn't do any good
to give it back.
Nobody takes the Mafia for
this kind of money and lives.
They would have to set an example.
They got to find us.
That's not as hard as it sounds.
Word goes out, and every two-bit
hustler is lookin' to turn you in.
Yeah, the Cosa Nostra's
everywhere.
You better believe it.
I believe this!
We're gonna have to keep pretty
quiet for a while. That so?
Right. Best way to get nailed is
start tossin' that stuff around.
What's your idea of "a while"?
Three years.
Maybe four.
Are you tellin' me I can't
spend this for four years?
Right, and lay off
that juice too.
That's another way to get nailed.
Me along with ya.
Any more instructions?
No!
Nothin' more you want to hang on to me?
Not right now.
Then I got somethin' I want to
hang on to you, Jimmy d*ck!
I've been waitin' all my life
to make a score like this,
and now that it's here,
I ain't waitin' no more.
I mean, I'm gonna whale!
And I'm talkin'
about chicks, cars, clothes,
a box at the races and beefsteak three times
a day; and no washed-up, chicken-shit,
son of a bitch
had better try to stop me.
Okay, kid, you're callin' it.
Miss Fort, I want a messenger
to hand-deliver an item.
Bastard.
This morning,
a Western Fidelity branch bank
in Tres Cruces, New Mexico,
was robbed of roughly
three-quarters of a million dollars.
The size of the take plus
the urgency of the situation...
makes it inevitable that I should call
upon you to become personally involved.
All the arrangements will be
the same as the last time.
I hope and fully expect
the same kind of results.
I know you realize...
the extraordinary concern
here at this end,
so please expedite.
Good luck.
So sorry, please.
Not open.
I'm here to see Honest John.
Not here, please.
Try some other time.
- I'm Molly.
- Oh, Mr. Molly, I'm sorry.
Right this way.
Yeah?
Mr. Molly to see you, sir.
Door's open.
Good to see you, Molly.
No! Oh, lucky shot!
I told you, you should have
given me more points.
Ah!
Pleasure to do business
with you, Murph.
Thank you, creep.
Next time, ten points.
Sucker!
Come on in, Molly.
- What's the setup?
- Our sources haven't had time to come up with anything yet.
But the word's out. Something will break.
It always does.
- Was that it?
- What else can I tell ya?
Thanks anyway, Honest John.
What's that for?
Well, you can tell our friend I
don't work with my head in a bag.
Wait a minute.
I don't get it.
How long was that roughly three-quarters
of a million dollars to be in that bank?
A couple of days.
And who knew it was there?
Harold Young.
He's the branch manager out there.
He knew, of course.
Anyone else?
Undoubtedly, Maynard Boyle.
If you should find
there's some sort of leak...
inside the organization,
that information
would be very valuable.
Carte blanche? No restriction.
The lid's off.
Very well.
Do you have any connections
in New Mexico? No.
You'll be all right here.
They'll also take and deliver messages.
What about transportation? A maroon
Chrysler Imperial. Clean. All souped up.
Do 140 on a straightaway.
Guaranteed.
Sounds reasonable. It's all
yours, but there's a problem.
It's a repossession.
That's no problem.
Let's go!
There it is.
Hey!
Hush, sonny. You're gonna get your
bran' new puppy. Didn't I promise ya?
Didn't I?
Hey, mister.
I don't want no problems.
I'm askin' you in a very nice way to
keep your hands off that automobile.
- You Randolph Percy?
- You caught me on a bad day, so stay out of my face!
You owe six months' payment.
I owe?
I owe, huh?
That Chink son of a bitch
burned me out of $2,500,
and I told him when I get my
money, he gets his car.
Look, I'm repossessing the vehicle.
You pink-assed punk, you!
I allow very few men
to speak to me in that tone.
A few Caucasians.
But no Negroes at all.
Hey, Harman!
Yeah?
Ten o'clock news is about to come on.
You said you wanted to see it.
Damn straight, I do.
All right, come on.
It's my favorite program.
Current events and all that.
Current events used to be
my favorite subject in school.
Hey, Charley, I bet you don't know
what the capital of West Virginia is.
Charleston.
Charleston's right.
Where's the money?
It's in there.
In the closet.
- You count it?
- Yup.
How much?
$765,118 even.
I thought I'd never live
to see that much money...
Never mind have it for my own.
One-third.
- Huh?
- One-third is yours. Two-thirds is mine.
Sure, good buddy.
Sure.
That's what I meant.
We're missin' the news.
Negotiations continue
on a 24-hour basis.
Union spokesmen say a final solution to
the disagreements with city officials...
appears to remain
several days away.
At this hour, a brush and timber fire continues
to smolder six miles south of Tres Cruces,
in the foothills
of the Sangre de Cristos.
About 1,000 acres
have burned in the fire,
but authorities say
it is now under control.
And there appears now to be a
definite link between the fire...
and this morning's bank robbery
in Tres Cruces.
A car, apparently used
by the bandits in their getaway,
remained at the scene
of the fire.
Inside the car, on the front
seat, authorities found a body...
believed to be the remains
of a woman who was driving.
Earlier today, our man at the Tres
Cruces bank spoke to Sheriff Bill Horton.
Well, uh, this here...
This here body that we found...
is, uh, too badly burned for any kind
of identification, except for the teeth.
We've circularized every dentist
in the state with the dental work.
Of course, we've got every bus station
and railroad depot and airport covered.
All the roads and the highways
are blocked.
These people are not gonna
make it out of New Mexico...
Not alive... that I promise you.
In Albuquerque today,
a threatened strike of city bus drivers...
You know, Charley?
You're just plain lucky.
How do you figure?
Because you're valuable.
You know how to fly an airplane,
and we're gonna get into that airplane
and sail right over them roadblocks.
What do you think? Where we gonna land?
They'll have every airport covered.
In Mexico?
Especially in Mexico.
At every landing field. We're not
gonna land in any landing fields.
You're gonna land us in a place where
they never even thought of looking.
I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
Ain't you supposed to be some
kind of hot dog stunt pilot?
It's been a long time since I've done any
fancy flying, and you lose your knack.
Well, you better find it again
in a hurry.
'Cause if you can't do that,
Jimmy d*ck, what use are you?
We'd have to rig an auxiliary gas t*nk
on that. Give us some cruising range.
Now you're cookin', Charley.
First thing we'll have to do
is get the charts.
- What charts?
- Nadine's dental charts. The X-rays.
It's the only way they have of
identifying her. I'll have to get 'em.
You got another jug around here?
Yeah, there's one in the chest
of drawers in the bedroom.
- Don't leave the trailer.
- Don't leave the trailer.
Don't leave the trailer, Harman.
Charley, you worry too much.
No such thing
as worrying too much...
Not when you got the fuzz and the
Mafia after you at the same time.
How long you reckon it's gonna be
before they stop lookin' for us?
The fuzz'll quit pretty soon.
The others never stop,
not unless they think
you're dead.
No washed-up, chicken-shit,
son of a bitch...
had better try to stop me!
I painted her
up her belly and down her back
every crevice and every crack
I painted her
painted her through and through
and
I painted her old tomato
red, white and blue
Come here, puppy.
Come on. Come here.
Hello. Hello.
What do you say, huh?
What do you say?
Vicious.
I'm Molly.
I'm Jana.
These are the goodies.
He says his name is Sally.
Molly.
Sally, Molly.
If you got a bell, honey,
we'll find a way to ring it.
I didn't travel 600 miles
for the amusement of morons.
- Is that clear, ladies?
- Now, just a darn minute!
You just keep throwing your feathers,
mister, before I put you in a hospital.
Yes, sir.
Are you the gentleman
we've been expecting?
My name is Molly.
I'm Beverly.
Anything you want, name it.
A good bed.
Right. I've reserved Sin Bin
for you.
All right, girls.
You can sit down now.
Follow me, please.
This is where my girls relax
when they're not working.
They, uh, write letters,
watch television,
play cards.
Mr. Conforte, I'll see you
in just a few minutes.
Okay, honey. Take good care of this man.
Yes, we will.
This way, please.
Hey, that's good.
There's no charge
for anything, of course.
No water beds?
I'm sorry.
We have everything else.
When I wake,
I'd appreciate two,
three-and-a-half-minute eggs,
a piece of dry whole wheat toast
and a pot of hot herb tea.
Okay.
If there's anything
we can do for your pleasure,
Jana's a nice girl.
I don't sleep with whores...
At least, not knowingly.
Well, like they say,
"Different strokes
for different folks."
Yeah.
Come on, Jana.
Lover Throw me over,
lay me down and do it again
Throw me over in the clover
Throw me over, lay me down
and do it again
Throw me over in the clover
Throw me over, lay me down
and do it again
Throw me over in the clover
Charley!
Charley!
Oh!
Charley! Charley!
Hey, mama.
You... You seen Charley Varrick?
Well...
Damn! Huh?
I've been reading your newspaper
about that awful robbery.
Where?
You seen Charley Varrick?
He left early in the truck,
lookin' for that wife of his.
Shit!
Varrick?
I'm in Reese,
trying to run down a fitting.
Fitting?
For the auxiliary gas t*nk.
Remember? Anyway,
there's a guy in Shoemaker who's got one.
I'm goin' over there.
How's your tooth?
The hell with my tooth!
Where's the g*dd*mn money!
It's in a safe place. I couldn't leave
it with you dead to the world, could I?
Seen the papers?
Got a copy right here.
This picture of Al bothers me.
It's not that good,
but somebody might just pick up on it.
You better stay there
in case I need you fast.
I can't go very far! You gonna tell
me what you did with the money?
Not over the phone.
I've got a million things to do.
There's another pint in the cupboard.
Stay put, and I'll see you tonight.
You better, man!
Hi, you Tom?
Yeah.
Well, I mentioned to Al Dutcher that I might
need a special kind of a favor someday,
and he, uh,
he said you had connections.
Al Dutcher?
Uh, small, thin,
kinda nice-lookin' bird?
No. Tall, husky,
ugly-lookin' bird.
What do you want?
I need some paper, quick.
I don't sell paper.
I make my livin' sellin' g*ns.
I need two passports. Al said if you didn't
handle something, you'd know somebody who did.
- Dutcher.
- Dutcher.
Where am I supposed
to know this guy from?
From Joliet. He was doin' a ten-year slide for
m*rder two. His girlfriend. Armenian girl.
Sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.
Five bills. Five bills?
Isn't that a little high?
Just went to six.
Wanna bargain, buy yourself a rug.
Okay, okay.
Six hundred dollars.
Right.
Two, three, four, five, six hundred.
Yeah, even money.
There is the little beauty.
One-ninety...
How do you say that?
Ara...
Arapahoe.
Arapahoe Street.
Yeah. About a half-mile
down, turn to the right.
Thank you very much. All right.
Oh, uh...
Anything else?
There might be something else.
I might want to fence off
some money.
- Hot?
- Burning up.
- Consecutive serial numbers?
- No, nothing like that.
But I wouldn't be surprised if
there was some sort of a record.
- Hmm. How much money we talkin' about?
- A lot.
- A whole lot?
- A whole lot.
Where can I get in touch
with you?
Well, I'll be here and there.
Maybe I better get in touch with you.
All right. Okay.
Yeah?
There's a phone call for you.
You ready for breakfast? I don't know yet.
I'll tell you later.
Okay.
Shut the door on the way out.
Righto.
Yeah? Hello, Molly?
Honest John here.
We've got a lead for you
in Albuquerque.
Tom's g*n Shop.
He's expecting you.
Yeah. Tom's
g*n Shop, right.
Incidentally, Maynard Boyle flew
over to New Mexico this mornin'.
He's stayin' at the Travel-On-In
Motel in Kendrick.
Make a note of that.
May I help you, sir?
My name is Maynard Boyle.
I'm president of Western Fidelity.
This is our bank.
I'm here to see Harold Young.
He's our branch manager. I'll tell
Mr. Garfinkle you're here, Mr. Boyle.
Excuse me. Just a minute.
It's Young.
Harold Young. He's the one I want to see.
Not Garfinkle.
Sir, the district attorney's office
is in charge of this investigation.
You'll need Mr. Garfinkle's permission
to see him. Now excuse me, please.
Mister, would you
please push me?
Sure.
What's your name?
Holly.
Sir? Mr. Boyle?
What's your kitty's name?
Sam.
This is Mr. Garfinkle.
You got any brothers and sisters?
Yes.
How many?
One brother and one sister.
What's your business inside,
Mr. Boyle?
My business is I want
to see Harold Young.
Afraid that's impossible
right now.
Why is it impossible?
Is he under arrest?
No, he's not under arrest.
In that case, I'd like to see him.
I've flown from Reno
especially for that purpose.
Mr. Young is making an audit.
I'm sure you'll understand.
I assure you,
I do not understand.
Now, why am I being denied
access to my own premises?
Well, it's a matter of priority. First and
foremost, this is a m*rder investigation.
My business is purely financial.
Well, you're very lucky
so far, Mr. Boyle.
All we've found missing
is about $1,300.
Well, if you're a nice fellow,
nice things happen to you.
So I hear.
Now, uh, where can you
be reached?
I'm at a motel in Kendrick...
The Travel-On-In.
I'll have Mr. Young get in touch
with you as soon as he's free.
Mr. Finkle?
Garfinkle.
Is Harold Young under suspicion?
Suspicion of what?
Suspicion of collusion in robbery.
Please don't talk down to me.
Now, uh, anybody could be
under suspicion, Mr. Boyle.
We're still at the stage where
questions are being raised.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Bye, Holly.
- Good-bye, mister.
Yeah? Hi. Hi. Uh, are
you the photographer?
Yeah, that's right.
A man in a wheelchair gave me this.
Come in.
Just step right in there.
What is it that you wanted?
I need two passports in a hurry.
Yeah. Everybody's in a hurry.
Got any pictures?
No.
No. Okay, over there.
Sit down on that stool, if you will.
What it'll cost
you'll be 250 apiece.
That's 500 all told.
That's in advance.
No offense, but people who need passports
in a hurry are generally in trouble.
You get shot between now and then,
I get stuck. You understand?
Yeah. It's okay. I wouldn't
want you to take a loss.
Oh, gee.
How soon can you have them?
Ah, you need two of them?
Yes, one for me
and one for my friend.
I can let you have 'em
in, uh, two days.
Two days. On a rush order,
it'll cost you extra.
You'll have to do
better than that.
Are you kidding?
You know what's involved?
This is not digging potatoes,
you know?
How soon can your friend be in
to have his picture taken?
He can't. I was hoping
maybe you could use this.
That the way you want to look?
It's his driver's license.
Harman Sullivan. That's the name you
want to use? Yeah. Can you use that?
Sure, I can dupe it. Have you any
idea what kind of work is involved?
I'm gonna have to work
day and night. Pose.
And that's gonna cost you
500 extra.
- Five hundred dollars?
- Five hundred dollars.
What do you get
for a glass of water?
I'll tell you what.
I'll give you the other five hundred,
but I gotta have both passports
by 6:00 tonight.
Mmm. Tomorrow.
The absolute outside.
Split the difference.
Twelve midnight.
The things I do
for a handsome man.
Well! Thanks very much.
Thank you very much.
All right, here's the information
you'll need for both the passports.
You got the names and the hair,
eyes, height... that stuff.
Charley Varrick, Reese River
Mobile Homes... that's my address.
My telephone number is
right down here, okay?
Here's my card,
in case you lose that.
See you at midnight.
Uh, Mr. Varrick,
you sure this money's good?
People k*ll each other
for that kind of money.
Can I use one of your suckers?
Cost you an extra 500.
Close the outside door on your
way out, okay? You got it.
I got it.
I'm Molly.
Oh. Well.
What I have for you is
special information.
Cost me a lot of money.
I gotta get somethin' for it.
You're going to earn a great deal of...
goodwill.
I got all the goodwill I need.
If you wanna know what I know,
get some cash on the counter.
Now sit there and start talkin'
with goodwill.
I don't suppose that they could get a bug
in my motel room or your car this fast,
but it never hurts
to be careful.
They'd have to get
a court order first.
Court order?
To install a listening device.
I'm not talking about that little bagel
snapper from the district attorney's office.
What does he call himself?
Garfinkle.
Garfinkle. He should
change his name.
You know something, Harold?
I never thought I'd be willing
to change places with a cow.
A cow?
Those things out there.
They are cows, aren't they?
I don't understand the thrust
of your comment.
Take a look at them.
They've got it knocked.
What's the worst thing that
could possibly happen to them?
A short circuit
in the electric milker.
Compared to what I'm facing,
that's child's play.
Are you talking about
the Las Vegas people?
I'm in trouble, Harold,
and it's my own damn fault.
They're gonna ask me why did
I pick this particular bank.
And believe me, from where I'm
sitting, it looks damn peculiar.
Surely they don't suspect you.
I'm on the list, Harold,
and it's a very short list.
You and I are the only ones who knew
the money was gonna be in the bank.
Then they suspect me too.
Yeah.
Good God, Maynard. You don't think
I had anything to do with it?
Of course not.
I-I'm not an ambitious man.
I don't need very much.
I've been very happy
here in Tres Cruces.
I've become a part
of the community,
and people appreciate not just the
day-to-day business of banking,
but the way I've
restored the bank.
I've made it a part of the living
historical heritage of the community.
For the first time in my life
I found a place that I love.
Why would I jeopardize that?
I believe you, Harold.
I only hope they do
when the time comes.
We might as well face it,
they're gonna ask questions.
For instance, we've been keeping various
sums in the bank from time to time.
But the one time we really load up...
Bang, this horseshit bank...
a million miles from nowhere
gets hit by four professionals!
They're gonna think
that's strange!
A coincidence. Just a coincidence.
They do happen, you know.
Yeah.
But it's odd that you
made no effort...
to get the police...
That you just trotted right
over, opened the vault.
There really wasn't anything
else I could do. Oh, no?
You could have fainted.
I had a g*n at my head,
don't you understand?
I understand perfectly.
I am not a physically
courageous man, Maynard.
It's our Mafia friends
that won't understand.
They're gonna wonder why you led them
directly to the vault with the money...
instead of the empty vault
in the rear.
And frankly, Hal,
why did you do that?
Do you know what would've happened if I
had taken those people to an empty vault?
Number one, the money
would've been saved;
number two, there'd be no
question of an inside job!
Inside job? That's the way
their diseased minds work.
A bank gets it... bang, they
look for a double-cross.
Why couldn't it be
just a coincidence?
Because they don't
believe in coincidence!
I don't know what to do.
Take a look at the big
brown one out there.
Man, what a set of jugs!
You need a rest, Harold.
A long trip to someplace quiet.
Another name, another country.
I can't start my life
over again.
You don't have much choice,
Harold.
They're gonna try to make you
tell where the money is.
You know what kind of people
they are.
They'll strip you naked and go
to work on you with a blowtorch.
Oh, my God.
If you need money, Harold,
I can help.
That's what I call
a hell of a lock.
I'm Molly. Yeah, I didn't
figure you for Clint Eastwood.
Which one is this?
Charley Varrick.
That's the other one.
Harman Sullivan.
Don't keep that. It's the only
picture Varrick gave me of him.
When will he be coming by
to pick these up?
Midnight.
Much obliged.
And by the way, did the gentleman
say where he might be reached...
in case something came up?
Yeah, he gave me that.
"Reese River Mobile Homes.
Charley Varrick, last
of the independents."
I like that.
Has a ring of finality.
Mr. Varrick!
Charles Varrick?
He's not in there.
Are you lookin' for his wife?
Uh, no.
I'm here on business.
Maybe Mr. Sullivan
can help you.
He's in there.
Ah, thank you, ma'am.
What do you want?
I need some crops dusted.
Lookin' for Charles Varrick.
He ain't here.
Gosh, I won't be able
to come back tomorrow.
I was wonderin' if I might leave my
card with you. I'd appreciate it.
I... can't seem
to be able to find one.
So dark out here.
Would you mind if I came inside?
I'll scribble where he can reach me.
Thank you.
Sure sorry I disturbed you.
I take it you're
Mr. Sullivan, huh?
Mr. Harman Sullivan? Yeah, yeah.
That's right.
Agh!
Sooner or later you're gonna
tell me everything you know.
So why not save yourself a great
deal of pain? Tell me now.
Harman?
Where's the money?
Jesus Christ.
You... busted my ribs.
Let's try it this way.
Where's Charles Varrick?
- I don't know.
- He left you to take the heat? Is that it?
That's... That's what he did.
Exactly what he did.
Dirty bastard.
One thing that puzzles me.
If he was gonna leave you behind,
why have a passport made for you?
Huh?
Oh, you didn't give Varrick
your driver's license?
My wallet's right there in my shirt.
Can I show you?
Sure.
It's gone!
Surprise, surprise.
Agh!
Now, don't insult my intelligence, boy.
That could be a grave error.
I swear to God, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.
I'm askin' you nicely.
Where's the money?
Charley's got it.
God, he was so scared,
'cause I wanted to give it back.
You wanted to give the money back?
Yeah.
Why? Why did you want
to give the money back, Harman?
Uh, because... Huh?
'Cause it's...
Mafia money, that's what...
Oh. How did you know that?
Charley told me.
Who told Charley?
- Huh?
- Who fingered the job?
Was it Young?
Hmm?
Uh... I... I don't know.
Ah. Young doesn't have
the balls for a deal like that.
It was Boyle, wasn't it?
I wish I did know, man.
My patience is wearing thin.
If I don't get some satisfaction from you
soon, I'm gonna start hurting you very badly.
Where's Varrick?
I don't know, man.
Where's the money?
I don't know.
Sonny boy,
you and I are just
not communicating.
Evenin', sheriff.
Evening.
Mr. Garfinkle has been
expecting you, sir.
Run a check on these,
will you, Nick?
Harold, you all right?
Oh, first-rate, Bill.
First-rate.
Just that I don't like strangers
in my bank when I'm not here.
Ah.
Well. Would you mind
closing the door?
How are things progressing, Bill?
Well, I been thinkin'.
Two of 'em drive up in a
Connie, right? Right.
But there's two already inside the bank
waitin'. Now, how'd they get here?
Do you think maybe there's
an abandoned vehicle near...
Sheriff Horton! He said the car's
been here ever since the robbery.
- Right.
- Here.
- What is it?
- For what it's worth. Matches.
"Reese Lanes"...
Hell, that's it!
This case is breakin' wide open. I'll get that
bastard if I have to ring every doorbell in Reese.
Come on, Van. Dave, you and
Henderson stay with the car.
Let me know if you find anything.
Everybody else, let's move it!
You called it, kid.
Who's there?
Molly.
I told you I wouldn't
be finished 'til midnight.
So we'll k*ll an hour or two.
You haven't heard from Mr. Varrick?
No, not yet.
May I use your telephone?
Yeah, make yourself at home.
Say, you wouldn't have a beer
for a thirsty man, would you?
I'll look and see.
Beverly, it's Molly.
I'm in Albuquerque at 242-5325.
Okay. Thank you.
Varrick?
We got a warrant for your arrest.
Either you come out
or we're comin' in.
All right, everybody,
you stand fast and keep us covered.
And don't anybody get careless.
I could've told you
nobody was home.
Will you sign
for the dynamite, please?
Sign for the dynamite, right?
Right.
Gotta sign for everything these days.
I guess so.
Dynamite, time delay cap,
mercury switch and
emergency compartment light.
One, two, three and four.
Anything else?
That's it.
That's nine dollars even.
All right.
There you go.
Out of ten.
Yeah.
Wouldn't happen
to have the time?
My watch is slow. It's 8:47.
8:47, right.
I'll put that in a bag. That's okay.
I don't need a bag. Thank you.
May I ask what that's for?
Oh, you certainly may.
No, no. I wanna
talk to Mr. Boyle.
What is it about, please?
This is the main office of
Western Fidelity Banks, isn't it?
Yes. Yes, it is. And Mr. Boyle
is the president of the chain?
And I'm his executive secretary.
Now, how can I help you, please?
You can't. I have to see
or talk with Mr. Boyle himself.
Mr. Boyle is out of town, but if you leave
a number where you can be reached, he'll...
What is your name, please?
Miss Fort.
- Fort?
- Yes, sir.
Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
- Bring all your roses.
- All of 'em?
All of them.
Atta boy. Twenty okay?
Sure!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, Miss Fort.
Good evening.
A gentleman brought some flowers for you.
You might like to have them.
What gentleman? I don't know.
He didn't leave his name.
I thought you would know him.
Good night.
Good night, Arthur.
Good evening, Miss Fort. Hi. Good evening.
How are you tonight, William?
Fine.
Thank you.
- Who is it?
- Flowers.
What do you want? Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Which doesn't mean I won't throw you
right out that window if I have to.
I'm not scared. What do you want?
I wanna see Boyle.
Kendrick Bar.
Hello. I'd like to speak
to a Mr. Maynard Boyle, please.
Is there a Mr. Boyle
in the house?
Be right there.
Hello. Hello?
Hello. This is Sybil. How pleasant
to hear your voice, Miss Fort.
I assume this call is important.
If you consider three-quarters
of a million dollars important.
What about it?
I have a gentleman here who
wants to give it back to you.
Is he alone?
Yes, he's alone.
Put him on.
Thank you. Hello, Boyle?
Who is this?
Charley Varrick. I got something
I want to give back to you.
- How is it packaged?
- In two canvas bags with the name stenciled on the front.
So give them back.
What's your problem?
The problem is the big gorilla in
the maroon car is trying to k*ll me.
- I'm listening.
- I want your word that once these are delivered,
that's the end of it...
No reprisals.
So you want to meet with me.
Alone. No hit man.
- Where?
- Ten miles north of Reese, on State Highway 23.
There's a big automobile junkyard there
and an airstrip that crop dusters use.
Ten miles north of Reese...
on State Highway 23.
Tomorrow morning. When I fly in I
want to see you standing there alone.
What time in the morning?
Just be there early.
About a quarter of a mile down the
strip, past the hangar.
If there's anybody
within 500 yards, forget it.
Kiss the money good-bye.
Got it?
I'll see you in the morning.
Charley Varrick?
Yeah.
I'm gonna tell you something.
I-I guess I shouldn't.
I-I wouldn't trust him
if I were you.
I like your bed.
You may find this hard to believe,
but I've never slept on a round bed.
Is that so?
What's the best way?
North, south, east or west?
Depends on what you had in mind.
What I had in mind
was boxing the compass.
Oh, uh...
You better not be there.
Why not?
If there's anyone around
for 500 yards,
the deal is blown.
So I'll be 501 yards.
Just don't be there.
Look at me
I've learned to grow
but I'm somebody
that I don't know
I now you'll say I told you so
you warned me just what I'd be
goin' through That's nice.
That you'd make a memory out
of me My wife's wedding ring.
You're an interesting
man, Mr. Varrick.
Go to sleep, Miss Fort.
"Last of the Independents."
Go to sleep.
You know I have to be up early.
Don't get k*lled.
I'll try not to.
Go to sleep, please.
You'd twist and turn
You still owe me
south by southwest.
Then will you go to sleep?
We'll see.
What's done is done
but somehow deep inside
I always knew
South by southwest.
But I couldn't face the future
without you I think it's this way.
Hey, nice timing. We did it.
We pulled it off! Ha!
What the hell you talking about?
We did it! We did it!
What're you doing?
What is this?
Hey! Get...
Hey!
Ah!
Son of a bitch!
Ooh!
Wow.
Whew!
Hey.
You're a hard man to reach.
I... I'll make a deal with you.
Ah, you're hardly in any
position to make a deal.
Smell that gasoline?
I bet this thing
would burn in a hurry.
I know where the money is.
You'll never find it without my help.
Your end is what?
Just help me out of here
and let me go.
- Where's the money?
- We got a deal?
The money first.
Get the keys out of my pocket.
I can't move my arm.
Now, you see that
blue Chevy over there?
Yeah.
The money is in the trunk.
I'll be back.
Agh!
Charley Varrick (1973)
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