All language subtitles for Gun.Crazy.1950.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Judge, I guess
you know how it is.

I'm not only his big sister,
but mother and father too.

I've been trying
to take care of him...

...but I guess I never earned
enough to buy

the things for him that
other boys had.

But he was good.
He was always good.

Never cried or
nothing.

I'm sure he was good, Ruby.

But this obsession he seems
to have for guns....

Well, when he was real little,
at first it was slingshots.

Used to make them himself.

Then he got an old BB gun he
traded

for a chipmunk he'd caught and
tamed.

And he was always shooting it.

He was a better shot
than any other kid.

Well, I thought
maybe a boy likes

to feel he's best at something.

So I saved up and one Christmas
I got him a brand-new BB gun.

He was prouder of that than
anything else in his whole life.

He told me what he'd done,
Judge Willoughby.

And he's never killed anything
since in his whole life

and he never will.

It's something else about guns
that gets him, not killing.

-I see.
-Judge Willoughby, sir.

I'm Dave Allister, sir,
and this is Clyde Boston.

You know him, being the
sheriff's son.

Yes, Dave. Go ahead.

Well, Clyde and Bart and me have

been best friends
ever since Bart moved to town.

And what Ruby-- I mean,
Miss Tare, says

about Bart not wanting
to kill anything--

Why, it's true, judge.
Clyde and I know it is.

A couple of years ago,
during summer vacation...

...we went on a camping trip up
in the San Lorenzo Mountains...

...near a place we called
Natural Bridge.

Clyde had lost his
jackknife...

...and we were looking for it.
All of a sudden--

-There's a mountain lion.
-Where?

There he is.

-I see him. I see him.
-You wanna try a shot?

No, I'd miss.
Bart's the only one

who could hit him
at that distance.

Go ahead, Bart.

He's not so far. You can hit
him, Clyde.

We can get a bounty. Go on,
Bart.

The sun's a little in my eyes.

He stopped.
It's a perfect shot.

-Go on, Bart.
-Okay.

He's not gonna stand there
forever. Hurry up, Bart!

Go ahead, Bart. Shoot. Shoot.

-No!
-Here.

-Fine shot you are.
-Sun's a little in his eyes.

You think I can't shoot when I
want to?

Hey, Bart, wait for us!

So you see, Judge Willoughby,
it's like Miss Tare just said.

He wouldn't kill anything. Not
even an old mountain lion

that had a bounty
on him.

Is that all?

Yes, sir. That is. Yes, sir.

Now, this business of carrying a
revolver.

That was only last
spring.

-Is Miss Wynn here yet?
-Yes, Your Honor.

Would you tell us about
this gun-carrying incident?

Yes. Well, I had Bart
and these other boys

in the eighth grade.
And on this day--

Just a moment. Would you take it
more slowly, please?

I'm sorry. I just feel so
rushed.

Well, on this particular day,
I'd left the room on an errand.

And when I came back to the
room....

-Is it real?
-Sure, it's real.

-Can I shoot it?
-No!

How'd you get it?

-Bought it off the road crew.
-Do you always carry a gun?

Sure. Nobody can tell what'll
happen.

Never can tell when you'll need
it.

-It sure is a beauty.
-Do you shoot it?

I'm probably the best shot in
Cashville.

-Bart Tare.
-Miss Wynn!

Give me that gun.

It's mine. I bought it.

Give it to me at once.

It's my gun. I earned the
money for it.

And I'm not gonna
give it to anybody.

Very well.

You'll have to come to the
superintendent's office with me.

It was as if the gun was
something he simply had to have.

Just as other boys have to have
jackknives or harmonicas

or baseball bats.

He wouldn't give the gun to you
or the superintendent?

No, sir. Not until we called Mr.
Boston.

-Thank you, Miss Wynn.
-Oh, yes, thank you, judge.

Did you have any trouble
getting it, sheriff?

None at all.

Of course, I've known him since
he was a toddler.

He handed it right
over.

Then I talked to him and his
sister,

and it was agreed by all of
us...

...that he wouldn't have another
gun until he was of age.

-May I speak, judge?
-Yes, Ruby.

Judge, Bart's needed
a man around the house.

Well, this is Ira Flagler.

Ira and I are going to be
married next week.

And we've talked it over
and Ira wants Bart

to live with us.

Adjusting yourself to marriage,
Ruby, is a job all by itself...

...without assuming
extra handicaps at the start.

Come here, son.

In the face of your promises
to all these people...

...you still broke into
Meisner's hardware store

and stole this gun.

Yes, sir. I did.

-But why? What made you do it?
-I don't know.

They took my gun away from me.
And I've just gotta have a gun.

But why?

Because, like Sis says,
shooting's what I'm good at.

It's the only thing I like. It's
what I wanna do when I grow up.

You don't want to do anything
with your life

except shoot guns?

I like shooting them, judge.
I don't know why...

...but I feel good when I'm
shooting them.

I feel awful good inside, like
I'm somebody.

Well, we're not trying you here
today

because you like to shoot, Bart.

We're trying you because guns
have turned

into a dangerous mania with you.

You're here today because you've
committed grand larceny...

...burglary, breaking and
entering.

We all want things, Bart.

But our possession of them
has to be regulated by law.

And you've broken the law.

You've committed
a very serious crime.

Now, it's my job here to think
not only of what's good for you.

but what's good for the
community in which you live.

And I'm afraid we're going to
have to find a new environment

for you, Bart.

One in which you can grow up
without jeopardizing the lives

and property of others.

Bart, I'm going to send you to a
school. One that's out of town.

It's not a punishment.

It's a school
that will help you grow up.

You will remain there
until you're of age...

...or until this court finds
reason to make a change.

Children, why didn't you call
me?

Hello? Hello?

Who?

Where are you?

Why didn't you let us know?

We're fine. We're just fine.

-Who is it, Mama?
-Be quiet.

Oh, they're wonderful. Wait till
you see them, you'll just--

What?

Yes. Hurry.

Who was it, Mama?

It's your Uncle Bart. He's come
home.

City desk.

Who?

Bart Tare! When did you get into
town?

No, no, I'll get somebody else
to take over the desk.

I'll be right over.

Oh, sure. I'll pick Clyde up
on my way down.

Right.

Joe, put her to bed.
I got a celebration coming up.

-Hey, Bart.
-Yeah?

-What are these, anyway?
-English dueling pistols.

Handmade.

You really got a collection,
haven't you?

-Yeah. Hand me a beer, will you?
-Sure.

What about you?
I heard you got married.

-Yep, and one boy.
-No kidding.

Yep. He'll grow up to be
sheriff too.

How about you, Bart?

Four years in reform school,
and then the Army.

Not getting married
on that routine.

I always figured you'd be
regular army

for the rest of your life.

No, no. It gets dull. Nothing
but teaching guys how to shoot.

Have you seen your sister?

Oh, that's.... I hate warm beer.

-Have you seen Ruby yet?
-Yeah. First thing.

How's it feel to
be uncle to a couple

of swell kids like that?

Pretty important. You know, I
hadn't seen them before.

What are you figuring on doing
now, Bart?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know.
I'd like to settle down.

Maybe get a job with Remington,
demonstrating.

There's been a carnival
in town lately.

Let's go and have fun like we
used to.

Well, you got yourself a date.

Our great star act.

Ladies and gentlemen, as owner
and manager

of Packett's
Carnival...

...it is I, myself, who'll
present to you the famous

the dangerous...

...the beautiful
Miss Annie Laurie Starr.

Direct from London, England
and the capitals

of the continent.

Before whose remarkable
marksmanship...

...the greatest pistol and rifle
shots in America

have gone down to
defeat.

So here she is,
ladies and gentlemen!

So appealing, so dangerous,
so lovely to look at.

The darling of London, England,
Miss Annie Laurie Starr!

Frequently, during her extensive
travels...

...she's been challenged by
various marksmen to shoot

in competition
with her.

Tonight, the little lady tells
me she is so confident

of her ability...

...that she is willing to double
her offer of $250 to anyone

who can
outshoot her.

There is only one condition:

The challenging local artist
must agree to award

to Miss Starr...

...an honorarium of only 10
percent

of the stakes she offers.

An honorarium of only
$50 against $500!

Do I hear a challenge?

What are you waiting for? I'll
put up $20.

-Yeah, I'll give you 10.
-Well, I guess I've got 20.

Do I--?

I hear a challenge. Here's a
young man

who thinks he can shoot.

You guys sure trust me.

Well, well. Very interesting
indeed.

Miss Starr is always delighted
to accept small donations.

I suppose you have $50.

Sure. I suppose you have 500.

-Yeah, where's the 500?
-Where is it?

Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.

The cashier's tent will always
gladly honor my slip

for $500 to this
gentleman.

But first he must defeat
the little lady here.

Put up your money anyway.

-Ladies and gentlemen, please.
-Packie.

Yeah?

Will this do?

Sure. That'll do fine.

There goes my 20 bucks.

Yep. And my 10.

How about the crown? Would you
like to light the matches?

Would you?

Almost killed a man once.
Shot a little too low.

So did I.

Laurie, better let Mable wear
the crown.

What's the matter?
You afraid I'll shoot too low?

That concludes the performance
for this evening.

We thank you very much
for your very kind attention.

The show's going on
out on the midway.

We suggest you have fun
and spend your money.

Here's the money,
and here's the ring.

Take good care of it, won't
you?

No, no, I....

I don't think it would fit me.

Thanks.

-Suppose we ought to wait?
-Certainly not.

Hey, Bart, we'll see you in the
next tent.

Oh. Sure.

What else do you do besides
shoot?

Well, that's been enough so far.

-Got a job?
-No. No, not yet.

Maybe you have.

How about it, Packie?

You can always use a good man,
can't you?

I might be able to use you.

How much do you pay?

We'll talk about that.

When do you leave town?

Monday.

-Got a car?
-No.

He can ride in mine.

He can ride with Bluey-Bluey.

Glad to have you with us.

Maybe I can see you later.

Why not?

Hi, kid.

You know, sometimes I think I
look better with this stuff on.

How'd it go?

All right, I guess.

Packett wanted us to rush it and
give the concessionaires

a chance at
the crowd.

That's where the real money
is made, buster.

Yes, sir. We got the crookedest
little carnival layout west

of the
Mississippi.

We've got more ways of making
suckers than we got suckers.

When we pull out of here, the
natives will have nothing left

but some old collar buttons
and some rusty bobby pins.

-Hey, you looking for something?
-Shoes.

-Going somewhere?
-Yeah.

Why don't you get wise to
yourself?

What do you mean?

You're gonna see her again
tonight, aren't you?

-What's wrong with that?
-Nothing.

Except she ain't the type
that makes a happy home.

All right, out with it.
What's on your mind?

It's just that some guys are
born smart about women

and some are born dumb.

Some guys are born clowns.

You were born dumb.

Hey.

On your way to Laurie's trailer?

Yeah. Why?

She asked me to tell you not to
bother.

Why doesn't she tell me so
herself?

Look, son, I've lived a little
longer than you have.

Do I have to draw a diagram?

I got a claim on her.

You mean because she works for
you?

Better than that.

But if you want to hear it from
her

we'll go over there together.
She--

She won't hesitate to give you
the lowdown.

Didn't anybody tell you about
her and me?

Yeah. I guess they tried to

only I was a little too dumb to
understand.

Come in.

Oh, it's you.

If you lay your hands on me
like that again, I'll kill you.

Like that guy you killed in St.
Louis?

You're gonna hold that over me
all my life, aren't you?

Yeah.

Because you're mine.

Where do you think you're going,
all dressed up like that?

-You don't own me, Packie.
-I told him I did.

I saw him coming over this way.

I told him plenty.
I saw the two of you.

The way you were looking at
each other tonight...

...like a couple of wild
animals.

-It almost scared me.
-It should. He's a man.

Honey, I'll make money
like you want me to. Big money.

But it takes time. Give me time.

You'll never make big money.
You're a two-bit guy.

-Honey, listen....
-No guts, nothing.

-I want action.
-Action!

-All right.
-I told you to keep your--

Get out of here.

I told you to get out of here.

You're fired.

Both of you.

You shouldn't have shot him up
till Wednesday.

-Why Wednesday?
-Payday.

I've got money.
We'll get along all right.

You'd better stop at the next
town.

Why?

We'll wanna see a justice of the
peace, won't we?

Is that the way you want it?

That's the way I want it.

It's okay with you, isn't it?

Sure. It's okay with me.

Laurie. Laurie, wait.

What is it, Bart?

Laurie, I....

-Changed your mind, Bart?
-No, no. Why should I?

You're signing up for an awful
long term.

Well, I've served a term
already. Reform school.

When I was a kid...

...I stole a gun from
a hardware store and I....

Is that what you wanted to tell
me, Bart?

I wanted you to know.

Bart, I've never been much good,
at least up to now I haven't.

You aren't getting any bargain.

I'm doing all right.

But I've got a funny feeling
that I want to be good.

I don't know, maybe I can't.

-But I'm gonna try.
-We'll make it.

-I'll try hard, Bart.
-We'll make it.

I'll try.

-You want onions?
-Sure.

Cost you a nickel more.

Never mind the onions.

Hold the onions.

What a fool I was to think
we could buck Las Vegas.

We just ran into a bad streak,
that's all.

Well, we've still got a tank
full of gas, anyway.

Bart?

You remember what I was
talking to you about?

Yeah.

You still feel
the same way about it?

Somebody might get hurt.

How can anybody get hurt
if we don't hurt them?

It's too dangerous.

What a joint. No more hot water.

Well, it's a roof, anyway.

Yeah, it's a roof, all right.

What are we gonna give the clerk
when we leave?

I can still get
that job at Remington.

At $40 a week?

We can get by on that.

Yeah. Maybe you can, but not
me.

It's too slow, Bart.
I wanna do a little living.

-What's your idea of living?
-It's not 40 bucks a week.

Tell me, when did you get this
idea?

I've always had it.

Ever since I can remember.

And if I don't get it one way,
I'll get it the other.

I didn't think we'd had it
figured out that way.

Well, so I've changed my mind.
I told you I was no good.

I didn't kid you, did I?
Well, now you know.

Bart, I've been kicked around
all my life...

...and from now on,
I'm gonna start kicking back.

What is it you want?

When are you going to begin to
live?

Four years in reform school,
then the Army.

I should think they'd owe you
something for a change.

What's it got you, being so
particular?

Look, let's not argue.

I'll hock my guns. It'll give us
enough dough

to make another start.

There isn't enough money
in those for the start I want.

Bart, I want things.
A lot of things. Big things.

I don't wanna be afraid of life
or anything else.

I want a guy with spirit and
guts.

A guy who can laugh at anything,
who'll do anything.

A guy who can kick over the
traces and win the world for me.

I don't wanna look in that
mirror and see nothing

but a stickup man
staring back.

You better kiss me goodbye,
Bart.

Because I won't be here
when you get back.

Come on, Bart.

Let's finish it the way we
started it. On the level.

Could you give me a lift?

Sure. Hop in.

So I said, "Why should I stick
around Chicago? I made my pile.

Why wait for my kids to go
through it?"

So I spend a couple of months
in California, see a few shows

...maybe run into something
nice. Who knows?

Sure. There's always that
chance, isn't there?

Might even run into something
before I get to California.

-No point in waiting.
-No.

Would you like to stop for a
while?

Wait....

It's this next turn, so take it
easy. Here comes a car.

It's all right.

Watch that. That's it.

Here.

-Thanks.
-It's a sharp turn.

I hope it's not too crowded.

I don't think so,
but watch that rock.

Okay.

Don't mind the people. They just
see us in these outfits.

-Okay. All right?
-It's all right. Okay. Go ahead.

You're right. It is pretty
crowded.

I wonder if there's gonna be
a parking space.

There's a car just pulled out.

If we can get in there...I guess
we'll have to-- Yeah, yeah.

-Okay, right in here.
-Fast as you can.

Don't worry. I won't be a minute
longer than I have to.

Here goes nothing.

Okay.

Get out of the way, copper, go
on.

That's right. Stand right there.

Okay.

-Hi.
-Well, that's a nice getup.

I like it.

-Good-looking gun.
-Thanks.

-That's English, ain't it?
-That's right.

-What show you with?
-Cheyenne Rodeo and Carnival.

The rest will come through
in a few minutes.

-I got too far out in front.
-You gonna play here?

-No.
-Well, it's an easy town on
shows.

Three tickets and you've got
the police force.

That's a pretty nice gun you've
got too.

I'm sorry. I don't let anybody
handle it.

I killed a man with it last
year.

Did he have it coming to him?

Yes. But it wasn't much fun
watching him go down.

He had an idea he could
get in the first shot--

-Watch the gears.
-I will.

Let me lift it.

-Take off.
-I was worried.

I told you to stay in the car.

Couldn't help it. The cop came
out.

-Just pass the car, come on.
-I will.

That's it. He wanted to know
what show I was with.

Look behind us now, will you?
Is there anything in back of us?

-No.
-The pickup on this thing--

It's all right.
It's all right.

You're sure there's no one
behind us?

Yeah. Keep going.

Next time stay in the car
and he won't see you.

You're telling me?

Oh, go on. Keep going.

I know what I'm doing.

Look again. Did anyone make that
turn behind us?

-No.
-You're sure?

Yeah, I'm quite sure.

Blue sedan.

Illinois license.

No number.

Both dressed in cowboy clothes.

Yeah, I know. Fancy.

A man and a girl.

Don't kill me.

I don't want you to choke
to death.

Have a good time in California.

Pull up easy.

Pull up easy.

What's wrong?

Been a little trouble
over in Hampton.

-Where are you people from?
-Hampton.

We live two blocks away from
where it happened,

on the other side of
Main Street.

Well, drive carefully.

-Thank you.
-Okay.

Laurie, this isn't gonna work
out.

Why not?

Well, that man in the cashier's
cage didn't think I was

on the level.

I thought he was gonna call the
cops.

Well?

Well, you can't shoot a man
because he hesitates.

Maybe not, but you can sure
scare him off,

like that hotel clerk.

-No, Laurie, I don't--
-Oh, Bart, you know something?

-What?
-I love you.

I love you more than anything
else in the world.

Help! Help! Somebody stop them!

Laurie! Laurie! Laurie, don't.
Come on.

Get in!

You were gonna kill that man.

He'd have killed us if he'd had
the chance.

They're gaining on us. Go on,
faster.

I can't get this thing any
faster.

What's the matter with it? It
won't go!

Shoot! Why don't you shoot?

Shoot!

-Shoot. Do you hear me?
-All right!

Get them?

Yeah.

Repeating: tan sedan, 1949
model...

...license number 13X572.

13X572.

Joe, hold the front page.

Honey, what's the matter?

What is it, darling?

Ellen says Uncle Bart's a
murderer.

Is he a murderer?

No, darling. He's not a
murderer.

He's never shot anybody in his
life. Just things.

I wonder how that guy in
Evanston's gonna feel

when he finds his uniform gone.

-He'll be in trouble.
-He shouldn't have gotten drunk.

Besides, you're very handsome in
it.

I have to get rid of it quick.
I'm afraid of the Shore Patrol.

Anyway, I hate wearing it.

Why? You used to wear one.

I know. But that was mine.

That's when I was a fairly
honest guy.

You mean, before you met me?

I don't know.

It's just that everything's
going so fast.

It's all in such high gear...

...that sometimes it doesn't
feel like me.

Does that make sense?

When do you think all this?

At nights. I wake up sometimes.

It's as if none of it really
happened,

as if nothing were real anymore.

Next time you wake up, Bart,
look over

at me lying there
beside you.

I'm yours and I'm real.

Yes.

But you're the only thing that
is, Laurie.

The rest is a nightmare.

How long do we have to roost
here?

Why don't you ask
the Montana weatherman.

We're stuck until we can get a
tow car.

We can't get a tow car
until this storm's over.

Maybe it won't be safe even
then.

Couldn't you shovel the car out
yourself?

Fat chance.

Didn't you ever think of this?

Didn't it ever occur to you
that once we started...

...we could never ask anybody
for help, no matter if we were dying

for the rest of our lives...

...that we're all alone
and always will be?

Didn't you ever give it a
thought?

What's the matter, Bart?

That last job.

That car full of cops.

I was scared.

But we're safe now, darling.
We're--

No, Laurie, listen to me.
Listen close.

Something happened when I was
scared.

All the time I was shooting that
tire...

...I kept thinking how easy it
would be

to shoot the driver instead.

-I kept fighting myself.
-Bart--

Laurie, I'm not a killer.
I don't want to be a killer.

I don't like this kind of life.
I've had enough.

So have I, Bart.

-Do you mean that?
-Of course.

-Darling, we'll go away.
-Where?

Out of the country, anywhere.

What with?

I don't get you.

It's cost us everything we've
gotten to keep going so far.

We're broke.

What are you trying to say?

-One more job.
-No.

-One more job. A big one.
-No. I'm afraid.

We'll plan it carefully, take
all the time we want

to work it out.

We'll be rich, then we'll get
out of the country.

We'll be together,
always together.

Laurie, I'm afraid.

The last one.

-Do you mean that?
-The last one.

-All right, darling.
-Oh, Bart, darling.

We'll make it perfect.

Then we'll split up for a while.

Split up?

We'll have to. With all the
pictures in the newspapers

man and woman.

That would make it too easy to
spot us.

What's the point of doing a good
job if they catch us afterwards?

We'll even have two getaway
cars.

That'll double our chances all
the way.

Laurie? How long?

Oh, maybe two months, three.

We'll meet someplace,
Miami or New Orleans.

Three months....

It's better than three years in
jail...

...in separate cells.

Bart, we'll grow old together.

Now, at exactly 2:00

I'll arrive at the payroll
office, here.

That's when there's a change of
shifts on the loading platforms.

The corridors will all be empty.

We've got exactly six minutes
to do the job and get out.

You think you've got it now?

-Yeah, I've got it.
-All right, show me.

Here's the door you come
through. I'm here.

Payroll window's there. We take
it from the inner office...

...go through this door
and down the stairs.

We cut through this corridor
here, over to the platforms

and our car is here.

-Second car?
-Six miles out.

Ridgeway. You take that car.

We drive in opposite
directions.

Yes.

Now let's go over it again.

How you doing?

Getting rich.

You'll never get rich
around here.

I don't know. I've got a
girlfriend

who works in the front office.

Between us, we might get
a lot of dough out of here.

Don't fall for that.

You know how much it costs for
two to live?

Just twice as much as for one.

Miss Ridgeway, have you checked
this list?

The payroll department wants it.

Yes, Miss Sifert.

May I ask why you're
wearing slacks?

That's all I had today. My dry
cleaning didn't come back.

I'll expect you tomorrow in a
skirt.

Yes, Miss Sifert.

Thanks, George.

Hey. Where are you going?

Well, I've got some steaks
for Mr. Mallenberg's barbecue.

Steaks? He doesn't want them in
his office.

He seems to think so. He just
called over to Number Four.

"Personal inspection of barbecue
steaks."

Guess he's giving some kind of a
party.

Okay. Take them along.

-What's all that stuff?
-Steaks for the barbecue.

What barbecue? Whose steaks?

Miss Ridgeway, get back
to your desk.

But he's in the wrong
department.

I was told to bring these steaks
up to Mr. Mallenberg

for his barbecue party.

I'm quite certain Mr. Mallenberg
would've told me

if he expected--

Are you giving a party tonight?

Why, no. Of course I'm not
giving a party--

Get down.
Get down.

Give me that box.

Laurie!

-Why were you shooting?
-Just scaring them off.

You didn't hit anybody?

No, but I should've hit the old
biddy who set off the alarm.

Laurie, I-- Wait. I....

Lots of things I meant to say,
should've said them last night.

Me too.

-Be good.
-Sure.

So long, honey.

Establish roadblocks.
Search all out-of-state cars.

Check identification.

Cover tourist camps, hotels and
bus stops.

They are dangerous and armed.
Shoot to kill.

Bart!

What's that?

California state line.

Just take it easy.

Hundreds of cars go through here
every day.

Carrying any fruits or
vegetables?

-Nope.
-Luggage?

Just a couple of suitcases
in the back seat.

Guess I better have a look.

-Okay.
-Open this first one here.

Wise guy.

Start that, I give him a
thorough inspection,

the full treatment. Okay, you
can go on.

See? I told you, nothing to it.

We'll get rid of the car in
Pasadena, get a taxi from there.

Where'd you like to stop for a
while?

Near the ocean?

When I was a kid I lived in
Brighton. My father had

a shooting gallery there.

I love the sea.

Do you miss it?

Mm-hmm.

Bart, let's go for a walk on the
beach.

I've just been reading a story
about funerals.

"The funeral of Miss Augustine
Sifert...

...for 23 years, office manager
of

the Armour Meat Packing
Company...

...and William Bechtel, company
guard,

who were killed last Friday...

...when bandits made off
with the company payroll."

-Well?
-Well?

Two people dead.

Just so we can live without
working.

Why? Why did you do it?

Why do you have to murder
people?

Why can't you let them live?

Because I had to.
Because I was afraid.

Because they would've killed
you.

Because you're the only thing
I've got in the whole world.

Because I love you.

-We're killers.
-You're not.

-I am.
-No. We both are.

You go into a racket like this
to get something

at the point of a gun...

...you have to be ready to kill
even before you start a job.

I'm as guilty as you.

I've just let you do my killing
for me.

I might as well tell you...

...I've done it before. I killed
a man in St. Louis too.

With Packie.

We were sticking him up, and I
got scared and I killed him.

It's always because I get
scared.

I get so scared I can't even
think.

I can just kill.

I'll go away. I will. I promise
I'll never bother you again.

Oh, no. We tried that once.
Remember?

-Yes, but this time--
-No, no. We go together, Laurie.

I don't know why.

Maybe like guns and ammunition
go together.

I'll do anything you want.
Anything, Bart.

Anything you say. Anything.

We'll stay here for a few days.
I'll figure out our next move.

Bart?

Well, I've just made a deal to
get us across the border

into Mexico.

-When do we leave?
-Tomorrow.

Could we go out
for a little while tonight?

Sure.

You know what we're gonna do
when we get to Mexico?

Buy ourselves a nice ranch
and settle down.

Maybe even raise those kids
we talked about once.

Remember?

Peanuts. Peanuts, sir?

One for the little boy. Big,
big, big balloons here.

Ten cents apiece. Thank
you, lady.

If I fail to guess your weight--
Lady, right here.

Sit down on the scale.
It's only a dime, 10 cents.

If I fail to guess your weight,
lady, I'll give you one

of these great prizes here.

I'm-- No dime? Tourists!

Two, please.

You know what I've been
waiting for all my life?

-Tell me.
-Tonight.

-You wanna hear something?
-What?

So have I.

Darling, let's go home.

E series. Same as the one from
the hotel.

-Thank you, miss.
-Thank you.

My fur!

It's all right. Come on,
Laurie. Come on!

-I've already got a fare.
-You sure have. Two of them.

-Yes, sir.
-Don't try anything.

Bart, we head for Mexico?

That takes money.
It's all back in the hotel room.

That hotel's full of cops by
now.

I never dreamed
that money was hot.

What are we gonna do?

-How do we get out of town?
-I don't know.

Maybe we could steal a car.

They'll have a highway blockade
in all directions.

They'll be at the airport,
railroad stations and bus depot.

Sorry we had to come like this,
Ruby.

-This is Laurie.
-Why did you have to come here?

Just because there's no place
else to go.

Gee, what cute kids.

You're my Uncle Bart,
aren't you?

Yeah. Where's Ira?

He's in San Francisco on
business.

Can we have something
to eat?

I'll put the children to bed
first.

Come on, children.
You're going to bed.

Children, Gwendolyn and Gussie
can't come outside today.

They've got a cold.

Now, run along home and play
somewhere else so

it'll be quiet.

Why do you have to stand there
staring at me?

Take our car. We're glad to give
it.

Anything to get you out of here.

Yes, you'd like us to drive away
from here in broad daylight,

right? That'd
be swell.

Then quit staring at me.

There's a phone here.
I'm not taking chances.

Not even with Bart's own sister.

What's going on out here?

Nothing.

Hi, Jack. How's it going?

Hello, Clyde. Got your message.
Came right over. What's up?

Got some news for me?
I sure can use it.

I don't know whether it's news
or what it is.

Come on, don't be so
mysterious.

Well, Paul Jackson called.

I had a hunch about Bart busting
out of L.A. and everything.

Paul says today the shades next
door are pulled down tight.

Ruby's told the neighbor kids
the children are sick

and can't come out.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything,
but....

I almost wish you hadn't called
me.

Thought maybe you'd like
to ride over with me.

Sure.

Sure, let's go.

But, Clyde, leave your gun here.

-What is it?
-I thought I heard a car.

-You're crazy.
-Bart.

-It's Dave and Clyde.
-You told them we were here.

Why should I want to bring
disgrace to my children

any sooner than necessary?

Quiet, you two. Go out the back
way and get in the car.

I'll see you there.

Okay.

-Too bad you guys had to come.
-Hello, Bart.

Where are your guns?

We're not carrying any guns.

Bart, this is our town.

We don't want any shooting
or anybody getting hurt.

Including me?

Including you.

Bart, we've come to ask you and
Laurie to give yourselves up.

I think you know that I'll do
everything I can to see

that you get a fair
break.

That's nice.

Don't force us to make this a
manhunt.

Or a slaughter of some kind.

Too bad you guys had to come.

Bart, you know this country,
these mountains,

as well as we do.

You know there's no chance
of beating the law out.

The moment you go,
we'll have to turn on the alarm.

There won't be a road or even a
path you can get through.

Well, nice seeing you both
again.

So long, Bart.

So long.

Be seeing you.

Yeah.

Laurie. Laurie. Laurie!
I thought--

Nobody would shoot us
with the baby.

Give him to me.

-But he'd be safe.
-Where are Ruby and the others?

-I locked them in the garage.
-All right. Get in.

I'll be next door. Paul's got a
phone.

See if Ruby and the kids are
okay.

The Tares have taken Highway 26
into the San Lorenzo Mountains.

Block 26 and move men forward
along general course of highway.

They can't get out unless they
abandon car and make it on foot.

General alert to all sheriff's
squads

and troopers working district.
They're armed.

Bart.

-That's great, isn't it?
-Cut around them.

Where does this road take us?

Straight up into the mountains.

-You all right?
-Yes.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Wait!

Come on.

-Wait.
-Come on, honey.

Why do we get so tired so
quick?

It's the altitude.

I wanna get a lot farther than
this before the sun goes down.

We can rest then. Come on,
honey.

Bart.

I can't keep my breath.

-Just a little farther.
-No.

-Laurie, come on.
-No.

Laurie.

Let them come. I'll kill them!
I'll kill them!

Stop it, Laurie! Stop it!

Just a little farther.

Then we can rest.

Bart, I'm afraid.

Just rest.

There's nothing we can do for a
while.

Bart, it's so good to be so
close to you.

I used to go camping here...

...when I was a kid.

Every summer...

...with Dave and Clyde.

I think we can find a way out...

...when it's daylight.

Bart, we're in real trouble this
time.

Laurie, no matter what
happens...

...I wouldn't have it any other
way.

Bart?

Bart, this is Clyde.

We're coming in to get you.
Dave and me.

Answer us, Bart.

You haven't got a chance.

There are too many guns
around this swamp.

Bart, this is Dave.

We're coming in, Bart.

We know you won't kill us.

You're not a killer, Bart.

You might as well give up, Bart.
It's all over.

We're coming in, Bart.

One more step and I'll kill you.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

-Laurie, don't!
-I'll kill you!

Laurie!

Laurie!

You all right, sheriff?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're all right.