(WHISTLES)
I'll get it, darling. Some morning I'm going to catch up
with that kid.
If cows only knew how I hated them.
What would they do?
BOY: Hey, Ralphy!
Goodbye, Mother.
I'll be home late. Scout meeting.
Goodbye... Dream witch.
Goodbye... Pest.
Hey, Ralphy.
My name is Ralph.
R-A-L-P-H.
There's no "y" on the end of it.
I looked at my birth certificate.
Bye, now.
Mmm.
Ralph. Ralphy!
Ralphy, your bicycle!
I'll be late for the first bell.
Ralph... Spelled R-A-L-P-H,
considers himself too old to kiss a man.
Another milepost, Dan. Mmm-hmm.
They're sailing by pretty fast these days.
Next thing you know, Cindy will be announcing she wants to get married.
I do...
But he hasn't asked me...
Ha-ha!
Yet. Ha-ha!
Dan.
She's still a child.
Even though she doesn't look like a child?
Hmm?
Cindy.
Try not to mention Chuck to your father on the way to work.
All right, Mother.
Darling, try not to mention Chuck Wright
to Cindy in the car.
You know how touchy she is since she's been in love.
In love?
Ellie, that girl knows no more about love than...
Than Ralphy does.
(CHUCKLES) Have a nice day, dear.
(TURNS RADIO ON) ANNOUNCER: The early morning escape
was cleverly masterminded by Glenn Griffin.
He, his younger brother Hal,
and another convict named Kobish
brutally overpowered a guard and fled without arousing suspicion.
Griffin made headlines here four years ago
when during a violent gun battle,
he deliberately shot a policeman,
then surrendered.
While making the arrest,
an enraged Deputy Sheriff named Jesse Bard
slashed his gun across Griffin's face, breaking his jaw.
Griffin swore to someday get even with Bard, who is...
Hi, Dutch. Any of your relatives in there? Nah!
Hi, Jesse. Hi.
About time. Overslept.
What's the beauty contest out there?
Oh, it's routine questioning.
Federal prison break at Terre Haute.
None of our concern.
Lifer named Kobish.
Couple of brothers by the name of Griffin.
Griffin?
When?
Just before dawn.
Why didn't you call me?
Call you? Why?
Dutch, get me Lieutenant Fredericks, State Police.
DUTCH: Yes, sir. Oh, relax. Just an FBI case.
Who's this third one, this Kobish?
"Kobish, Samuel. Age 44. Male. White.
"6'3", 260 pounds."
Three-time loser with a record
makes my hair stand on end.
MAN: Lieutenant Fredericks on the line.
Fredericks, this is Bard. What do you got?
Nothing. I wondered when you'd start yipping.
They melted into the earth as soon as they hit fresh air.
Have you checked Griffin's girl, Helen Miller?
Sure did. She left town three weeks ago. Not a trace.
Look, Bard, we got roadblocks up and down the whole state.
City police are ripping entire buildings apart.
You don't know Griffin.
He won't be any place you'd think of looking.
No roadblock, nothing's going to stop that bird
from coming right back to Indianapolis.
Lad, take the chip off your shoulder.
You want Griffin? Go out and get him yourself.
Griffin?
Is he the one who... Yeah.
He's the one.
(DIALING TELEPHONE)
Hey. Look at that.
How about it, Glenn?
Yeah.
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
All right, I'm coming.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but it looks like I lost my way.
Could you kindly direct me to the Bowden Dairy?
Well, there are no dairies close by.
(GASPS)
Take it easy, lady.
Easy, I said. Easy.
You scream, and the kid will come home
and find you in a pool of blood.
That's better.
Kobish, upstairs.
Where's the phone?
That the only one?
Extension upstairs.
All clear back here.
Hey, there's a big car in the garage.
The garage lock's broken.
Key to the car, lady.
The keys? I... Lady, when I speak, you snap and snap fast.
The keys to the car.
Top of the refrigerator, I think.
Get them, Hal. Check the car. Yeah.
Take the car. Take anything! You stick with me, lady.
Nobody home but her.
Smart gal. (CAR STARTS)
How many bedrooms? Three...
And two bathrooms. (LAUGHS)
What a layout.
(SIGHS)
Ain't had me a drink in eight years.
Where's the liquor?
Here, make yourself sick on a good cigar instead.
Get in there and keep an eye peeled out that side.
It's a kind of liberry.
Improve your mind.
(CHUCKLING)
Crude, ain't he?
Why, let's see the rest of the house.
Back stairs. (DOOR OPENS)
Big car's ready in the driveway facing out,
but it's low on gas.
Stick on that door.
Oh, Hal... What?
Now, lady, you and me got some business.
Come here.
They had to pull something, Bard.
How come we're just getting it?
This is Mr. Carson, FBI.
How are you? It says here they beat up a farmer before dawn.
How come we're just getting it?
They left him in his barn out cold,
ripped out his telephone,
and about 15 minutes ago, he staggered into a general store
and reported his car stolen. How are you?
Battered gray sedan. 1941.
Did you put this on the air?
And give every crackpot and amateur detective a crack at it?
We'd be flooded with phony leads.
Then we'll follow them all down. Every one of them.
What do you say, Carson?
Well, the way I understand it,
you know this Griffin fellow better than anyone else around here.
How about your taking over this section? I'll string along.
Okay.
Let's find that car.
Put the description on the air
and have them repeat it every half hour.
MAN ON RADIO: Contact the police immediately
if you have any information concerning this car.
This is radio station WTLI, Indianapolis.
We now return to our regularly scheduled...
(RATTLING)
Huh.
(OBJECTS CRASH)
You paid this insurance on the 19th?
Yes.
This all the cash you got in the house? Huh?
My husband always says too much cash...
(CHUCKLES) The old man's right.
Ain't never safe to leave too much dough laying around.
(GROANS)
(WHIRRING)
(CHUCKLING)
(SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)
Knock it off.
My guts are growling.
Here, chew on this.
(CHUCKLING)
Now, uh... Maybe it slipped your mind.
You supposed to go someplace tonight?
No. No, I told you.
How many times... As many times as I say!
Are you sure there ain't some little thing you're forgetting,
like a gun in the house, maybe?
You got it hid from junior.
You want me to let Kobish root around upstairs and find it?
Put a gun in Kobish's paw, and his fingers get itchy.
He's only got half a brain, if that.
I don't want nobody to get hurt around here.
Maybe you got different ideas.
Okay. We'll let him dig it out.
Wait.
I'm waiting.
Top shelf of my closet.
In my room.
Behind the hatbox.
Hal! Yeah, Glenn?
Kobish, watch the back door.
Yeah?
Lady's got a present for you
top of her closet, back of the boxes.
Now, do you think you can talk on the phone
without busting into tears?
The phone.
Whom do you want me to call?
(CHUCKLING)
I always go for a dame with guts.
That's "whom" you're going to call.
A little lady with real guts.
Long distance.
No fancy double-talk and nobody gets hurt.
Mr. James is calling Mrs. James.
Atlantic 6-3389.
No, no, no, no. We don't write nothing down.
Atlantic 6-3389.
Pittsburgh.
Pittsburgh, PA.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Operator,
I want to place a person-to-person call
to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
ELLIE: Mrs. James.
Mr. James is calling.
Atlantic 6...
GRIFFIN: 3389.
ELLIE: 3389.
That you, doll?
Don't talk now. Listen.
Get here as fast as you can.
WOMAN: Indianapolis? Yeah. Any trouble, call on the phone.
The number's, uh, Broad Ripple 8493.
Address is 6459 North Preston.
Got it? Yeah.
Okay, doll.
I'll look for you around midnight.
Only careful, see. I'll see.
Got a customer, Dutch.
You got a warrant?
You got a warrant, Dutch?
Fresh out of warrants.
Where is she, Sal? Who?
She left you only three weeks ago. Where'd she go?
I don't know who you're talking about. I want to see Sheriff Masters.
Deputy Bard's in charge here all week.
The gentleman wants to tell you where Helen Miller went after she left him.
Only no rough stuff, Dutch.
Masters doesn't like rough stuff.
Where's Sheriff Masters?
In Michigan.
Fishing.
One coming.
After you.
(SIGHS)
Dad, can't you go a little faster?
I may not drive a hot rod
like your lawyer friend, but I'll get you there. Now, Dad...
Your mother didn't say we couldn't talk about Chuck on the way home.
How is he? I don't know.
We had a fight.
Aw, I'm crushed.
Nothing trivial, I hope.
Nothing serious.
So sorry.
Uh-oh. Your mother left the car out again.
Open the garage door, will you, dear?
Close the door in back of you, folks.
Dan.
That's being real sensible, mister.
Ellie. I'm all right, Dan.
Where's Ralphy? He's not home yet.
Stop pointing that gun at her.
Glenn, they left the garage door open.
Shut it! The house is crawling with them.
What are you doing here, Griffin?
They're looking all over five states for you.
They ain't looking here, pop.
What do you want? Take it easy, pop.
Why here? Why my house?
Your break.
I like the location.
And I like a house with a bike outside.
I love people with kids.
They don't take no chances.
You get it now, Hilliard?
You can get brave just about any time you feel like it,
any one of you.
Might even get away with it.
But I ain't saying what's going to happen to the others.
How long?
You ain't dumb, are you, pop?
DAN: How long? About midnight. Maybe sooner.
See, pop, we can play this together.
Then nobody loses.
Why midnight? I got a friend bringing me some dough.
Soon as she gets here, we hightail it out.
What if the police come? What if they find you here?
What then?
It wouldn't be pretty.
If that happens, you folks get it first.
There's a kid turning in. Walking.
If you let me explain to him... You pull anything, Hilliard,
I'll let you watch me kick the kid's face in.
(DOOR OPENS)
DAN: It's all right, Ralph.
What's going on? Who are they?
It's all right, Ralph.
You listen to your old man, kid. He knows where it's buttered.
How come you're so late?
I don't have to tell you nothing.
Oh, Ralphy, I've been so worried.
Scout meeting. Remember?
Missis, it don't pay to forget around here tonight.
Griffin, what if I could get you the same amount of money you're waiting for now,
before midnight?
You may be a big shot in your office,
but I've seen your bank book.
800 lousy bucks.
Let's face facts, pop. You're a punk. I could raise more.
Don't get your mind in an uproar, pop.
Listen to him, anyway, Glenn. The guy's using his brain.
Use yours. Helen's on her way here now.
Yeah, but that ain't it.
He's got other business in this town.
What do me and the kid care who busted your jaw?
I'll bust yours if you don't shut up.
Why should we stick out our necks... Shut up...
Just so's you can get some copper knocked off?
Go spill your stinkin' guts somewheres else.
Who got you here? Who done it?
Now, get out in the back.
Using his brain, is he, Hal? Look at him.
Clickety clickety click. I can see it perking.
Don't ever try to come in between, you smart-eyed slob.
We're sticking.
Sweetie, take the kid upstairs and see he don't get out.
I don't want him hollering out any windows, either.
She's a honey, ain't she, Hal?
Four years, pop. It don't cost nothing to look.
By the way, you got a gun in the house?
Just stay looking at me and answer the question.
No. No gun.
That's right, you ain't.
Show him, Hal.
You know, for a minute there, I thought you was gonna lie to me.
I always like doing business with a man I can trust.
Now, get out in the kitchen and cook that chicken I seen in the icebox.
Do it yourself. My wife's not your servant.
I always wanted me a servant.
I don't mind, Dan. Well, I do! Stay here, Ellie.
Listen, Hilliard, you ain't calling the tune.
I got my guts full of you shiny-shoed,
down-your-nose wise guys
with white handkerchiefs in their pockets.
Next time, I'll wipe them on you.
Now get out there and cook!
CINDY: Ralphy!
Ralphy!
Where's my other DC-7?
I don't know, kid.
What did you do with it? I'll get you another one, Ralphy.
You're gonna let 'em get away this?
I'll take that, kid. No. It's mine.
Give me it, I said! Kobish, grow up.
Ralphy! Sit tight, pop.
Hand it over.
You brat!
Dad! Dad!
It ain't gonna be like this, see?
Not like this!
You think I'm gonna let... Not like this!
Dan, what's happened?
Get back to the kitchen and take the kid with you.
Oh, Dan.
Get back! Go ahead, Ellie. I'm all right.
Hal, put that away.
(SIREN WAILING)
(SIGHS) All the wrong places.
This is Bard. Put Carson on.
What a waste of time.
CARSON: Bard? Carson, nothing here. Anything new there?
Plenty. We've spotted Griffin's girl.
Where? She's heading west from Pittsburgh on U.S. 40.
Going to be here around 11:30 or 12:00.
Now, listen, don't let anyone tail her, but I want her clocked...
Every town she goes through, every village.
Got it.
About 20 miles out of the city, we'll put a real tag on her,
and she'll breeze right in and lead us straight to Griffin.
Good.
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
(CLANGING)
(BELCHES)
Pretty good chow.
What time is the next news?
They're not so tough.
You hit the big guy.
You could've licked him, couldn't you?
I lost my temper, that's all.
I can't do that again.
I can climb out my window,
cross the roof there, and drop.
It's not much higher than the garage.
I've jumped off the garage roof before.
How many times have I told you to stay off...
The roof of the garage?
But you could.
You could let yourself drop.
I bet you could, Dad.
Now, listen, Ralph.
You want me to call you Ralph, don't you?
You want to be considered a grown boy.
Then you've got to act like one and think like one.
We could get word to the Wallings
or to the police, but then what, Ralph?
The police would know what to do.
Ralph, those guns down there...
They're loaded.
It's not like in the comic books, son, or television.
Those are real bullets.
You're afraid, aren't you?
Yes, son. I'm afraid.
And I'm not ashamed of it.
Sometimes it's better to be afraid.
Well, I'm not, and neither is Cindy.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hal, upstairs.
Come here, sweetie. You get the pleasure.
(RINGING CONTINUES)
If it's for Mr. James, I'll take it.
Anybody else, let them talk, except the brat.
Make it sound right, just like any other night... Normal.
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hello.
No, I...
Sore? No, no.
No, please. Not tonight.
No, wait, please...
I flunked.
Who was it? Sherlock Holmes.
The boyfriend. His name's Chuck, and he's coming over.
You're not as wise as I thought, sweetie. Well, she couldn't help it.
He didn't give her a chance.
Hey, Hal, how would you like to take the little spitfire dancing?
You ought to see him dance. He's got all the babes groggy.
Come on, come on. You want to dance, take a dance.
What's the matter? Aw, cut the clowning.
Ok, spitfire, now, when Sherlock Holmes stops out front, you duck out.
Hilliard, I got a job for you.
Ellie, go upstairs with Ralphy and lock the door.
Don't open it until I tell you to.
The gas is low in that fancy car of yours. Get some.
Fill her up, and check the battery and oil.
Hey, Griffin, are you crazy?
The kid and the missus stay.
As soon as he gets out of that door, what you think he's gonna do?
I tell you, Kobish, nothing.
Pop here's a smart cookie.
Clickety clickety click. I can hear them wheels going around.
He's saying to hisself,
"That Griffin means business.
"He ain't afraid to pull the trigger."
He's thinking, "Is it worthwhile calling the cops
"when I only got a few hours to go?"
But if they track you down here,
it wouldn't be our doing.
Maybe, maybe not. I'd never know.
But you couldn't blame us! I can do anything I want.
This is all you got to remember, pop. You, too, sis.
Any red lights show up out front,
them coppers start setting up machine guns,
throwing tear gas through the windows,
you know who's gonna get it first?
Not you. Them.
That's all you got to keep on your mind.
Hey, mister, get me some liquor.
No! No liquor.
This time he's right, Kobish.
You letting this joker give the orders?
Nobody gives me orders.
Make it bourbon, Hilliard. Bonded.
Bring back some late-edition papers.
Would you like a scrapbook, too?
Wait upstairs until Chuck comes.
Pop, when you get back, park the car heading out.
Nice family you got here.
(DOOR CLOSES)
But you'll see, he'll do something.
(HORN HONKING)
(ALL LAUGHING AND TALKING)
YOUTHS: * Row, row, row your boat
* Gently down the stream
* Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
* Life is but a dream...
Good evening, sir.
Fill her up. Yes, sir.
(WHISTLING)
Hi, Cindy.
Hello, Chuck.
CHUCK: Mmm.
Well, this is more like it.
On the phone, I thought, um...
Chuck, let's go. Please.
I'm glad you came, Cindy.
I was afraid you wouldn't.
Why?
Oh, you know. After last night...
I'm sorry, Cindy.
About time.
You wouldn't mind taking your hands out of your pockets, would you, pop?
How about that?
Kind of generous, aren't you, pop?
Clickety clickety click.
You're off your rocker.
Not that we ain't thankful.
Only you don't really want us
to drink ourselves to sleep or something, do you?
Kobish, go out and check that car.
This guy's getting ideas every minute.
Maybe there's coppers hiding in the backseat.
You check it.
Hal! Yeah, Glenn?
Look at that car. I'll cover you.
All right, pop. In there.
Over there.
(BANGS COUNTER)
Eight years. Then you can't get it open.
All right, pop.
You're working your headpiece overtime, but you're not a bad guy.
Your woman's waiting.
Here's a guy ain't yellow, Kobish.
I taught him, didn't I, Hal?
Yeah, you taught me everything.
That's right. Everything.
Except how to live in a house like this.
Darling, it's such a short time now.
Less than three hours.
All they'll have is the car.
Even that's insured.
As soon as they've gone, you'll pick up the phone?
Yeah. Sure.
Dan, what are you thinking?
Nothing, dear.
What, Dan? You're right, Ellie. It'll soon be over.
No, there's something else.
They'll leave. You'll pick up...
They can't let you do that, can they? Ellie...
How can he stop it? He can't, dear.
He must have a plan.
I know.
I know what you're thinking. Don't imagine things, Ellie.
They'll have to take someone.
RALPHY: Dad...
Don't let them take me.
Ralphy...
I just explained to your mother.
Please, don't let them take me along.
They're not going to take you or anyone.
I won't let them.
How are you gonna stop them?
I'll stop them. I'll find a way. I'll stop them.
Get under the covers, darling. Go back to sleep.
I just had a silly idea, that's all.
Those men hadn't even thought of that.
Good night, Chuck.
You had me so balled up, Cindy.
But I know now.
What? What do you know?
It's your father, isn't it?
I know how he feels about me.
Well, I'm going to have it out with him.
No! No, Chuck. No.
The lights are still on. He must be up. I said no.
It's... It's not that at all.
Well, what is it, then?
(CAR DRIVING OFF)
KOBISH: Well, sweetie...
What you been doing?
(GASPS)
Get upstairs, miss.
Nah, nah, nah. She ain't been searched yet.
Where's Griffin? Stay up there, Mr. Hilliard.
Searched the old man, didn't we?
Come upstairs, Cindy. Where's Griffin?
Lift your arms, baby.
Hold it, Kobish. Hold it, I said!
What you think...
Where did you get that?
You go upstairs now, miss.
Where did you get that gun?
Hal, you fool.
Go sleep it off, Kobish.
Both of you...
You both got guns, huh?
Only me.
I should've known.
Okay, you brothers, you wait.
You just wait.
Get to bed!
Just a minute, sis.
You don't get off that easy. Close those curtains.
Give me that coat.
Now lift your arms like the man said.
Griffin! Shut up!
Come on, come on, get them up!
(DOORKNOB RATTLING)
Watch 'em, Hal. I got to stop that fool.
Hold it right there.
Don't think I won't.
Kobish. Huh?
(GROANS)
Oh...
ELLIE: Cindy! Don't move, neither one of you!
Glenn!
Hal, this girl is ill. If there's any decency in you...
Glenn!
Miss, miss.
There's no cause to be scared.
Hold it!
(HAL SCREAMS)
Ow!
Open the door!
Lock the back door. Turn off all the lights!
Ellie, go up to Ralphy.
Stay away from the windows. They're all outside.
Operator?
(CLICKING) Operator?
(ELLIE SCREAMS)
Dan, don't!
RALPHY: Dad! No!
WOMAN: Operator.
Operator.
Is that...
Yes.
Your call, please.
Dad, they've got Ralphy!
This is the operator. Your call, please.
Go upstairs. Get in our room, both of you.
Lock the door.
Ellie. What?
If you hear a shot, make the call.
Ralphy.
Ralphy, where are you?
Here, Dad... (MUFFLED SHOUTING)
Try something now, Hilliard, the brat gets his.
Let the boy come in, Griffin.
Gun first.
Hold it. Set the safety.
(DROPS GUN) Now the lights.
Back inside.
I tried, anyway.
Get up to your mother, son.
Jumped off the roof.
Brave kid you got there, Hilliard.
Brave family.
Going on midnight, and you couldn't wait.
You couldn't wait!
You ain't learned yet who's running this show, have you, Hilliard?
Hands off, Griffin.
HAL: Glenn.
Get Kobish in here.
Bard? Yeah?
Hold on to your hat. Helen Miller's not coming.
She ran a red light in the outskirts of Columbus.
What? Patrol car gave chase.
You mean they arrested Helen Miller for a traffic violation?
No. She gave them the slip and ditched her car in downtown Columbus.
But they had orders.
It's been on every teletype between here and Pittsburgh for hours...
Do not arrest!
Oh, those greedy, duty-happy crumbs,
trying to pick her off on a lousy 15-buck fine.
Come on. Take it easy, Bard, will ya?
Don't tell me to take it easy!
Well, if she's not coming, she's got to call him.
Dutch, get me a court order quick.
I want every long-distance phone call from Columbus, Ohio, to Indianapolis
between 8:00 and now and straight through the night...
As fast as they get them, any number to any number.
DUTCH: Got you, chief. Names, addresses, numbers, the works!
(CAR APPROACHES AND PASSES BY)
Ralphy? Shh. Don't move, Dan.
What time... After 1:00.
Midnight! He said he'd be... Shh. Dan, listen.
Huh?
Close your eyes and listen to me, darling.
You must never do anything like that again.
Ever.
You might have been killed, darling.
What are they saying? Why haven't they gone? Dan, listen.
Nobody knows anything about what's happening here.
We're all alone in this, Dan. I want you to promise me.
Ellie...
How long has it been since I said I love you?
(CRYING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Oh!
Hal, upstairs.
Lady, get that.
Hello?
OPERATOR: I have a collect call for Mr. James from Mrs. James.
Put her on. Will you accept the charges?
Yeah. Put her... Put her on.
Get them inside.
Get inside and shut the door.
(DOOR CLOSES) HELEN: Hello.
Yeah? Is this you?
Yeah. What's up?
I ran into some trouble in Columbus.
I can't come on. I'm heading for Louisville instead.
You know where. Yeah. Now, listen...
That stuff you're carrying,
put it in a plain envelope and take down the address I'm going to give you.
Okay? Yeah.
As soon as I get it, we'll make tracks, doll.
Watch out, see? I'll see you.
Close them curtains.
What if they trace that call?
Ever hear of a town called Circleville, Ohio?
Here it is. 24 miles south of Columbus.
Think them dumb cops are going to start tracing phone calls
from a jerk town like Circleville?
What if we get trapped in here?
We'd be better off anywhere else. It can't be nowhere else!
With all that dough in this town,
I'll have that copper put on ice for good.
Cindy...
DAN: Go to sleep, dear.
You, too.
(CHILDREN SHOUTING AND LAUGHING)
GIRL: I'll get you!
You don't drink your milk, junior, you ain't gonna grow up
to be a big, strong man like daddy.
(LAUGHING)
How much longer, Griffin?
Well, now, pop, is that any way to talk to your guest?
How much longer?
Till I get a certain envelope in the mail.
Meanwhile, everything goes on just like before, see? Normal.
You and the spitfire go to work.
Junior here gets a break. He misses a day at school.
It won't hurt you, kid. Missed a few myself.
And look at you. Yeah, you're looking.
Pass you on the street, you'd look right through both of us.
Well, you're seeing us now, sis.
(PERSON WHISTLES)
Hal!
(LAUGHING)
ELLIE: The morning paper.
Get your kicks young, kid.
Hal, the paper.
You're going to be late for the office, Hilliard.
Why do you want to go on torturing my husband?
You take pleasure in torturing people, don't you?
Hmm, I'm getting attacked from all sides this morning.
Lady, I take pleasure in looking out for my own skin.
No, no. It's some sort of game with you, you...
Cruel, inhuman... Filthy!
Ellie! Ellie! (GROANING)
Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
(CHUCKLES) The whole family's getting tough.
All right, pop, get moving.
I'm not leaving this house today!
Okay, pop.
You stay and we stay.
'Cause we ain't going to beat it out of here till we get that dough.
And that dough is in a letter addressed to you at your office.
We don't want no federal men tracing anything up to our front door, now, do we, pop?
He'll go. He'll go. I'm all right now, Dan.
I'll stay upstairs with Ralphy. Cindy, get your coat.
Hey, Ralphy!
Shake a leg!
Ralphy's staying home today, Buck. He hurt his leg.
He did? The lucky stiff.
Tell him he's going to miss the big game.
A+, pop.
You heard me, Ralph, and that's what you're gonna do.
Stay home and with your mother, all day.
GRIFFIN: Don't be so hard on the kid. He saved my neck last night.
It's all right, Dan. We'll be all right.
(GRIFFIN LAUGHING)
What's so funny?
I don't see nothing so funny you should break your neck laughing.
I'll laugh when I feel like it, and you ain't got nothing to say about it, that right?
That right, Hal?
Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
Get the dough and come back, both of you.
No mistakes, see?
That nick on your head, you got a story ready?
It wouldn't take much of a slip today, just a little one,
and you're gonna wish you never come back through this door.
Griffin, I never understood before how a mind like yours works, but I do now.
You're going to be late for that time clock. I know exactly how you feel
because I've got the same thing in me.
I want to kill you.
Pop, you're a regular comedian. If anything goes wrong here,
any harm comes to any one of us,
I'll do it.
I'll kill you, so help me God!
You understand that?
Yeah, I got you.
We understand each other all the way.
Lady, you didn't know what a tough old bird you married, did you?
No.
No, I didn't.
Dad...
Are we making a mistake not going to the police?
Maybe. I don't know.
I've tried to think of everything...
But you heard him, Cindy.
I won't gamble with your mother's life or Ralphy's.
(CRYING) Oh, Dad.
Oh, Cindy, baby.
Now, listen to me.
Nobody can know anything about this.
Not Chuck, nobody.
Another thing...
You're not going back tonight.
Go to your girlfriend's or a hotel,
but don't come home.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
Hal.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Get the old lady down here.
Who is it?
Mr. Patterson. He hauls away the trash.
Let him pick it up and beat it.
This is the end of the month.
He'll come to the door to collect.
Okay. Pay him.
Hal, get back upstairs with the brat.
What...
I said pay him.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Wait.
Yes?
Just a second.
Here, let me see that.
Use your head.
Hal's upstairs with the brat.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Yes!
Good morning, Mrs. Hilliard.
Good morning, Mr. Patterson.
Oh, thank you, ma'am.
Is there any...
Say,
aren't you feeling yourself today, Mrs. Hilliard?
Well, I...
Just a headache, Mr. Patterson. Oh.
Thank you. Well, I'll just take these here papers
with me. Goodbye, Mrs. Hilliard.
What's up?
Want me to grab him, Griffin?
Huh? He's going away.
Shut up, both of you.
Give me the gun, Griffin. I'll stop him.
Griffin, ain't you going to do nothing?
He's getting back in the truck.
You want him to get away? Give me it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
She paid him with a check. Get it back.
If you get into any trouble, don't come back here.
(TRUCK STARTS)
Oh, I can't take it.
GRIFFIN: Get back upstairs.
Keep going, George.
(HORN HONKS) (TIRES SCREECH)
Keep your eyes on the road, George.
MAN: Why don't you watch where you're going, you stupid...
Drive out of town.
I'd like to see some country.
Good morning, Mr. Hilliard.
Good morning. Good morning.
Good morning, Mrs. Sadler. Good morning.
Good morning, Miss Wells.
Good morning, Mr. Hilliard.
Um...
I'll open it today.
Not interrupting anything, am I?
Clint, I'm busy as the devil this morning.
Do you mind? Okay, Mr. Executive.
What happened to your head? Well, I...
Suppose you tell me some time when you're not so busy.
(CHUCKLES)
Miss Wells, when's the next mail?
This afternoon, Mr. Hilliard.
There's one more delivery.
Bring it in as soon as it arrives.
Yes, sir. Unopened.
(DOOR CLOSES)
VENDOR: Extra! Read all about the daring prison break!
Extra! Extra!
(VENDOR CONTINUES SHOUTING)
Boy,
I want you to take this to the city police station
around the corner.
The police station?
Are you a guest of the hotel? Yes.
And no questions.
Oh, ho, yes, sir.
No questions at all, sir.
VENDOR: Extra! Extra!
Extra! Paper!
Read all about the daring prison break!
Extra! Extra!
(DOG BARKING) Aw, missed.
Turn here.
You ain't going to be needing it, George.
Mister,
I ain't going to open my mouth. Honest.
I ain't going to say a word to nobody.
I know you ain't, George.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
I have to talk to you, Mr. Hilliard.
Some other time, Chuck.
I'm sorry, Mr. Hilliard.
I just had lunch with Cindy. Hmm?
Yeah?
Mr. Hilliard, what's happening?
It's nothing, Chuck. Nothing? She's miserable.
She looks like she's crying all the time.
If I'm the cause... Oh, it doesn't concern you.
If it concerns Cindy, it concerns me.
You stay out of it! Don't you care Mr. Hilliard?
What kind of a father are you? (INTERCOM BUZZES)
Yes?
WOMAN: A Mr. James is calling, Mr. Hilliard.
Put him on.
Yeah?
Hilliard, you recognize my voice?
What do you want? What's happened? KOBISH: Come and get me.
Where are you? Out Fall Creek Road.
The golf course.
You won't see me, but I'll be waiting for you.
It'll be a long wait, Mr. James.
You'll wish you didn't.
If I get nabbed, I'll spill my guts.
Wait a minute.
This is a private conversation. Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah? Hilliard, you there?
Yeah.
I'm gonna call the coppers right now, give them the address.
Let them shoot up the joint. Stay out of sight.
It'll take me about an hour to get there.
That's the last delivery today.
(SIRENS PASSING OUTSIDE)
Mr. Hilliard, is there anything I can do?
Yes.
You can mind your own business.
Mr. Hilliard. I'm sorry, Chuck. Not now.
It's a .38.
That guard at Terre Haute, his gun was a .38.
Bard, you got an obsession.
You can't tie in every crime in the state with Griffin.
Then you tell me why anybody would want to pump three slugs
in the back of an old man like that?
He wasn't even robbed.
Nothing much. Here's his address.
Tom, go to his house
and find out what neighborhood he worked today.
I'm bushed. Get a list of all his customers.
One of them probably the last person that saw him alive.
(HUMMING)
Singing bother you, mister?
Kobish, you better tell me what you were doing out there.
Maybe I was playing a game of golf. (LAUGHS)
Give you a little hint, Hilliard,
just like on them quiz shows, hmm?
Three bullets left.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING AND SHOUTING)
Mr. Hilliard,
tell Ralphy we beat the socks off of them!
Buck, now beat it. Go on! Get away here! All of you!
Hey, fellas. What did I say wrong?
What did I say?
Well, Cindy...
When she was Ralphy's age...
(DOOR CLOSES)
Ellie. Dan
Dan, you remember Miss Swift, Ralphy's teacher?
Why, sure I do. How are you, Miss Swift?
I want you to meet...
Hey, Johnny, come here.
Er... I just met Johnny in a bar.
We had a couple.
He's an old friend of mine.
I promised him another. Will you excuse me?
Oh, there you are, Johnny.
(WHISPERING) She's seen me. I'll get her out of here.
DAN: Make yourself at home!
You know...
I'm sure Ralphy will be all right Tomorrow.
DAN: Pour yourself a real one. I'll be right back.
Thank you, Ralph.
Uh, hiya.
I, uh...
I better be going.
Dan, Miss Swift just dropped by
to see how Ralphy was feeling.
Oh, she did, did she? Miss Swift,
I think that's a darn nice PTA practice.
I'll be sure you get full credit for it, Ralph.
For what?
Why, his, uh, his week's composition.
Oh, excuse me. Do you mind?
Miss Swift...
Do you encourage such drivel as this?
Mr. Hilliard, you're in no condition to discuss anything today.
In that case, I'll wait and read it in the morning.
How about a little drink Miss Swift?
Come on, we'll make it a party.
No, thank you. I'm very sorry.
Nice work, pop.
Hey, we got to stop her. She's seen me.
She didn't recognize you.
He's right, Kobish.
Hilliard took her mind off of you.
Had her in a real sweat. Pop...
Gotta hand it to you.
You'd have made a great con man.
What about the old guy in the truck?
He ain't picking up no more trash.
Tailed? Nah.
Mr. Patterson...
He saw their car in the garage.
GRIFFIN: Hey, listen to this.
"Dear Miss Swift, bring help right away.
"There are men in the house with guns.
"They are criminals."
Kid's a good speller, pop.
(SOBS)
Crying department's upstairs, lady.
(CRYING)
Griffin, it came.
Afternoon mail. Yeah?
How could it? It wasn't mailed till this morning.
You... Take it easy.
Only it ain't enough, pop. Thanks anyway.
Hey, Glenn.
That's enough for us. Let's blow.
Tomorrow.
Why are you crowding it? Why go on taking these chances?
I kind of like taking chances. You don't take chances, you might as well be dead.
Yeah. That's what you're going to be,
all of us if this goes on, dead.
Oh, I'll take the .38 now, Kobish.
I kind of like the feel of it, Griffin.
Clickety clickety click, pop.
Don't work it overtime.
Griffin...
When you leave here,
if that time ever comes...
Watch your manners.
You know I'm going to pick up the phone and call the police.
Oh, now, pop, you wouldn't do a thing like that.
What'll you do about it?
Rip it out.
There's one next door.
What's on your mind?
I know what you're planning, Griffin.
You're not taking anyone along.
Say, that's not a bad idea.
I never thought of that. You thought of it.
All the way.
I tell you what, pop.
You give us a fair shake, we'll give you a fair shake.
Then, if the dough gets here, we'll take you with us.
Just you.
Nothing happens, we ain't followed,
you get out and walk home. That's a deal, Griffin.
Sure, pop.
A deal's a deal.
In the meantime,
don't get ulcers.
I know what's eating you, kid. I'll tell you what.
We'll take the girl along just for you.
Is that what you call a fair shake?
Guys like Hilliard ever give you a fair shake?
I'll take the automatic now.
Get Kobish's...
I'm hanging on to this one.
WAITRESS: Two burgers, no onions.
COOK: Two burgers, no onions.
All the main roads are covered.
It'll be dark in half an hour.
Tom, I want this whole area combed,
every one of the trash man's customers.
Knock on every door and report it...
Say, there ain't going to be no shooting here, is there?
No, no, no. Just get us some coffee, will you?
Report anything unusual, anything.
And especially the garages, you hear?
That's police talk, lad.
This just came into the city police station.
The bellhop's given six different descriptions
of the man who tipped him. A 5-spot to deliver it.
All we know for sure is the man was wearing clothes.
"To the police... Innocent people will be in the house
"or automobile with the three fugitives you want.
"If you shoot, you'll be responsible
"for the lives of people who have done no harm.
"To attempt to trace this letter
"will only endanger those same people."
No signature.
Well, now we know.
Nah, it's a blind. That letter's no blind.
The idiot.
Doesn't he know you can't play ball with savages like that?
Let's get moving, Winston. Fredericks,
what are you going to do?
Follow your instructions. Knock on a few doors.
That letter pretty well proves they're here someplace.
I'm countermanding those orders.
Bard, you can't put off a showdown.
Nobody wants a showdown any more than I do,
but we can't get the poor slob's family massacred.
Listen, you frisky young punk, and listen good.
Pity is a luxury your badge doesn't afford.
Did you hear that?
Is it any wonder the guy doesn't sign his name,
why he doesn't trust the police to help him?
What do you propose, Jess?
I propose keeping those prowl cars off the streets now.
Bury 'em.
Then Tom and me will cruise around and see what we can spot.
Oh, fine. In the meantime, they slip out.
There's plenty of side streets, alleys... Block them all.
It's too big an area for that!
If they slip through, your name is mud.
And yours, too.
Get some equipment moved in here. OFFICER: Yes, sir.
Take my car, Jess. It's not marked.
Better get some riot guns, tear gas brought up. The works.
Wait a minute, Cindy. Please, Chuck.
Stay away from here, will you?
I don't want to see you anymore, do you hear?
DAN: Cindy!
Didn't I tell you... I couldn't help it, Dad.
Clickety clickety click, pop.
You've only got one trouble.
You don't know when you're licked.
Hal,
the spitfire had to come back to you.
You didn't blab to the boyfriend, did you?
Chuck knows nothing.
Then what's he doing still sitting out there?
Get back on that window.
If you pulled a fast one...
Chuck doesn't know anything.
Kobish.
Hey, Glenn. Here he comes again.
Kobish!
(CAR DRIVES AWAY)
Glenn, this can't go on.
First the old man in the truck,
then the schoolteacher, now this guy out here.
Somebody's going to get wise.
I'm not sticking any longer.
Kobish, watch them.
All right, beat it.
I'm getting out, Glenn, now.
Don't lose your head, kid. We're accessories now, Glenn.
I'm not going to the chair 'cause that ape in there got trigger-happy.
The dough will be here in the morning.
What good's the dough gonna do you in the death house?
Listen, kid. It's that gal.
She's got you all messed up.
Ain't I always learned ya?
You want something, take it.
Your brother knows it's not that simple, Griffin.
I'll make it that simple!
You stay out of this!
Hal gets what he wants.
I doubt it, Glenn.
I doubt if I ever will.
Listen, you yellow little punk!
They'll have you back in stir in less than an hour!
I can take care of myself. Since when?
Since right now!
I don't advise your leaving here now, Hal.
They won't catch me, Mr. Hilliard.
Come along, Glenn.
You ain't gonna take no car.
I'll take the girl's coupe.
They'll have that license plate traced in 10 minutes.
Yeah.
Okay, Mr. Hilliard.
I can pick up a car anywhere.
You're gonna listen to me.
You're not stopping me, neither one of you!
Who's stopping you?
You got more guts than I thought, kid.
Here.
Take this.
I got more coming.
Thanks, Glenn.
Take care of yourself, see?
No chances.
You get in any trouble, you know where I'll be. Yeah.
Be careful, Hal. Okay, Glenn.
I mean it, see?
What are you gaping at!
(CHUCKLING)
You better get hold of yourself, Griffin.
I got hold.
You got yours coming, sweetie!
All of you!
Why did you let him go?
Good riddance.
He was getting on my nerves.
You satisfied?
Now listen, Griffin. Shut up, Mr. Hilliard!
"Mister," he called you. You can't turn this on us.
Stay shut! I got my guts good and full of you, Mr. Hilliard,
guys like you, smart-eyed,
respectable suckers.
We seen them, Kobish,
sitting on parole boards.
"Throw him back in his cell!
"He ain't fit to live with decent folk."
Decent!
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
ANNOUNCER: We interrupt this program to bring you a bulletin
from the WTLI newsroom.
We have an unconfirmed report
that the combined police agencies of the state, city,
and Federal Bureau of Investigation
are now concentrating a search for the three escaped convicts
in an area just north of the city limits of Indianapolis.
Glenn.
I got to phone.
What are you going to do? Shut up.
Stop the car.
Listen, fella, I got a wife and kids...
I said stop the car!
All right, get out. Oh...
Get out!
(HORN HONKS)
Two cups of java and some change, please.
Oh, excuse me.
Hey, Nick!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(GUNFIRE)
(HONKS HORN)
(TIRES SCREECHING) Glenn! Glenn!
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
GRIFFIN: Take it, Hilliard.
Hello.
Yes.
This is Carl at the store.
You know that special delivery letter you told me about?
It just came.
There's nobody here to bring it out to you.
Tell him you'll pick it up.
I'll be down right away, Carl.
Thanks.
GRIFFIN: Okay, snap it up.
Go to Ralphy.
The money's here.
I told the night watchman to call me.
I'll be back right away.
Ellie, when they leave,
I'll have to go along. No!
Only for a short time, and only me,
just to make sure they get out of town safely.
I won't let you go!
Listen to me. Wait four hours.
Four hours? No longer.
If you don't hear from me, call the police.
Oh, Dan...
GRIFFIN: Snap it up up there!
Ellie, it's the only way.
That man hates you. He'll kill you.
GRIFFIN: Hilliard, that dough's waiting!
Darling we're not saved if anything happens to you.
I won't let you go.
That's the way it is, that's all.
You do as I say.
GRIFFIN: Hilliard, come on!
(CRYING)
Go in to your mother, both of you.
Dad, come here.
Go ahead.
What is it? When they take you, I'm going, too.
You'll do nothing of the sort.
You'll do what I tell you.
I've had about all I'm gonna take from you, young man.
GRIFFIN: Come on. Hurry it up.
Grab a taxi, but don't bring it back here.
Just remember our deal. On your way, pop.
I'll be back in 45 minutes.
Come on, step on it.
Get going.
All right, go ahead.
Two soups, take 'em away.
What is this?
What's your business?
Attorney, Holmby and Edwards. What's this all about?
Look, I'm in hurry, so don't take me around any curves.
What are you doing cruising around up here tonight?
Is that against the law?
Don't get fresh. You can't hold me.
You got no warrant, no charges.
I don't bully, Officer.
You fronting for those rats?
What rats?
Maybe you don't read the papers.
We know they're up here, see?
Holed up in one of those houses.
What's up?
Nothing. You know something.
No. Suspect something.
No. Don't lie to me.
Your face looks like I just kicked you.
It's just kind of a shock, that's all.
Why?
My girl lives around here.
Where?
Name, address.
I don't know what I'd do if I were in your shoes,
but I'm in mine, and I'm gonna get that name.
Now spit it out or I'll slap you in the pokey so fast...
You can't hold me. Oh, yes, I can, if you don't cooperate.
Withholding evidence, aiding and abetting, accessory to murder.
Carson speaking. Yeah. They killed a man this afternoon.
That's the kind of scum you're letting your girl spend the evening with.
Now talk, fast.
You'll have to make me.
I can do that, too. Hold it, will you?
Yeah. Spell it.
H-I-L-L-I-A-R-D.
"D" as in David.
Hilliard. Got it.
What happened?
The state police killed Hal Griffin.
He was carrying a gun registered in the name of Daniel C. Hilliard.
Daniel C. Hilliard.
We got it!
One son, age 9.
Daughter, 19. Cynthia.
I don't know her. Then you got nothing to worry about.
Alert everybody. They're at 6459 North Preston.
We're moving in as close as possible. Okay, Chief.
Tom, throw a cordon around this house.
Let no one in or out of the block and keep
everything out of sight of the windows.
Listen, if I get inside the house with a gun...
You listen. Don't get any wild ideas.
We can't let anything go haywire now.
Wait! What can I do?
You can hightail it out of here and maybe say a prayer,
but nothing else, you hear? Nothing!
COOK: Poach two and an order of bacon. (LAUGHS)
What's going on? Where's the phone?
Around the corner.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hey, up there!
Kobish, upstairs.
You take it, sis.
Hello?
Oh, I'm fine, Chuck.
Cindy, I've been thinking...
(ENGINE REVS)
Can you hear me? I'm in a garage.
I said I've been thinking about everything.
I've got to talk to your father.
I know he doesn't like me,
but let's get the whole thing straightened out now.
No! No, not tonight, Chuck.
Uh...
Mother and Dad have company.
They're playing cards.
Oh. I don't care, Cindy. I'm coming over.
You're not playing cards, are you?
No, I...
Then you come out when I honk the horn.
If you don't, I'll come in.
What's he up to? What does he know?
You ain't going nowhere.
You heard him. He'll come in here.
We don't want nobody else in here now. Shut up a minute.
Who calls it, Griffin?
We've still got two of them,
all we need to get away, ain't it?
It's all right, Cindy. You go.
What do you mean by that?
He means your old lady is gonna be with us in the car when we blow.
That means any cops stashed outside, any guns go off,
you'll find her in a ditch.
The brat, too.
(KNOCKING)
There you are, Mr. Hilliard. Thanks, Carl, thanks.
(HORN HONKING)
Is that him? How come he got here so quick?
(HONKING CONTINUES)
Go on. Go on.
No. I'm staying here.
You're doing nothing of the sort.
You're going out that door now. No!
Cindy, did you hear me?
(CRYING) No, Mother!
He's getting out of the car.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Cindy, please. No, Mother. I'm not leaving you.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hello, Cindy.
Mrs. Hilliard.
I told you, I can't go out.
Yes, she can, Chuck.
Oh, stop kidding me, Cindy.
Good night, Mrs. Hilliard.
You're out, Cindy. Thank God you're safe. What do you mean?
(SOBBING)
Chuck, what... They're all around the block, Cindy.
(SOBBING)
Excuse me, sir.
Where are you going?
Home. I'm going home. What's it to you?
We're police officers.
What's your name?
Walling. Claude Walling.
Address?
What's happened? For God's sake, tell me what's happening here.
Are you Daniel Hilliard?
I've got to get home. Come along with us, Mr. Hilliard,
and let's be quiet about it.
They're still in there, sir.
This way, please.
Mr. Hilliard...
Come on upstairs.
Dan.
We didn't know. Claude...
Dad!
Your mother? Ralphy?
No.
Mr. Hilliard?
Is Ralph okay? Yeah, yeah.
Okay, Harris. Stand by.
What I'm asking, Bard,
is how come you let so much time get away and did nothing?
Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hilliard.
He was walking back to his house.
How did I slip up? You didn't.
Young Griffin is dead. He had your gun.
My name is Masters, sheriff of this county.
I just came on, Mr. Hilliard. I'm taking over.
Did you write this letter?
If you read that, you know the whole thing,
and that you can't use these.
Mister, you're not telling us how to do our job?
If you'd come to us in the first place,
you wouldn't be in this fix.
I'd have been in it sooner.
Nobody's blaming you, Mr. Hilliard.
Nobody in his right mind.
Are they both still in the house? Yeah.
How many guns? One, with three bullets.
Well, that helps.
Also my wife and son.
Now, no one wants to see innocent people hurt, Mr. Hilliard.
Then get away from here.
Take your men, your guns, your lights, and get away!
There's been a murder committed in my county.
The papers are starting to scream.
I don't care. What do I care?
My family's in that house over there!
You've got to consider what those men can do
if they bluff their way out of that trap.
You don't want them to kill a lot of others.
I don't want them or you to kill my wife or boy.
That's first. With me, that's first!
What do you suggest, Mr. Hilliard?
I've got several thousand dollars in my pocket.
Until they get that, they're not coming out.
FREDERICKS: Then we move in. What am I supposed to do,
sit up here and watch it happen?
It's plain suicide to go back there, now.
Sheriff, there comes a time when that fact just doesn't enter in!
BARD: Masters, give him a chance. Let him take the dough in.
What's the difference does it make whether you get Griffin now
or when he comes out? Just so you get him.
You'll win your election.
You're out of it. You don't go back.
The minute you're ready, we move in.
Gentlemen, since this is a federal case, it's my decision.
You want a gun, Mr. Hilliard?
No, thanks. They search you?
Yeah.
Carson, if this thing blows up in your face,
I want a public statement exonerating my office.
You'll get it.
I'll take the gun.
(BULLETS CLATTERING)
An empty gun? You crazy?
Maybe.
But Griffin doesn't think so.
That's a pretty long shot, isn't it?
I don't have any short ones in sight. Do you?
They're waiting for me. Hilliard,
I'll give you 10 minutes from the time you go through that door.
And remember,
we're playing it your way.
Good luck, sir.
That gentleman's had it.
A man plays with dynamite, he's gonna get it.
See that he gets through. Okay.
You got the dough?
ELLIE: Dan?
Stay with Ralphy, and lock the door.
No! Before I let you go with them, I'll scream!
I mean it!
You open your mouth, missus, the old man
gets a slug in the stomach.
Now fork over the dough!
I'll give it to you in the car.
You'll give it right now.
Get your hands up.
Get them up!
I'll take that. You'll take what?
(CHUCKLES)
You had it all doped out, didn't you, Kobish?
Why, you double-crossing rat! Use your fat head.
Without me, you're cooked.
Here. Put this in your pocket.
Forget your big ideas.
Okay. Let's roll. Clickety clickety click.
You got to keep trying, don't you, pop?
Right to the end.
Oh!
Ellie, go back in that room!
I'm ready, Griffin. Yeah, but this gun wasn't part of our deal.
Much as I appreciate it. Dan, I meant what I said.
Get in that room!
Lady, bring down the kid. We're going on a picnic.
Lock the door! Knock it off, pop.
Now, didn't you just hear me invite the family to a picnic?
What are we waiting for? I can kick down that door.
I said I was ready, Griffin. I heard you,
but you're so full of ideas
that I'd feel better in a car with lots
of people around me.
Cover this wise guy.
Did you hear that? What?
Hey, folks, you don't want to miss the fun.
Sounded like...
GRIFFIN: Come on!
We're gonna be late and all the ice cream's going to be ate up.
What's going on out there? I don't know.
I thought I heard something.
GRIFFIN: You want me to kick the door down?
Okay, lady, you just ain't smart.
You bring the coppers back here? No. No.
You're lying in your teeth. (GRIFFIN KICKING DOOR)
You crazy?
I don't see nothing. Might be hiding.
Could be the police.
GRIFFIN: Now, just do as I say, lady, and junior grows up to vote.
You out there! Coppers!
We still got the Hilliards!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
Oh, Dan!
(SCREAMING)
Dan!
Don't kill me! (GUNFIRE)
Ralphy!
Dad!
Ralphy!
Dad! Dad!
Oh, he's got Ralph!
Go out the back door. Get over to the Wallings.
Do as I say!
Ralphy's going to be all right.
Dad, hurry! Go ahead!
Dad!
You're gonna get me out of this, Hilliard.
Let go of the boy, Griffin. Fat chance with those cops out there.
If you want my help, Griffin,
you'll take your hands off him.
Okay.
You move, kid, I'll blow your head off.
Ralph...
I want you to do exactly what I tell you now.
This man is not going to hurt you, son.
Just make a move, kid. You'll find out.
Will you do exactly as I say, Ralph?
Hilliard, you don't know me if you think I'm bluffing.
Run! Feel that?
Run!
(CLICKING) Out the back door.
The boy's coming out!
MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER: Yes, we see him.
Mr. Hilliard, are you all right?
Yes! Stay where you are!
You ain't got it in you, pop. I got it in me.
You put it there.
What are you waiting for?
It's not going to be that easy for you.
I want to tell you about your brother.
He's dead.
Full of police bullets.
And you did it!
How does it feel?
How do you like it?
Go ahead.
Get it over with.
(COCKS GUN)
Can't do it, can you, pop?
Get out.
Get out of my house.
MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER: We're waiting for Griffin, Mr. Hilliard.
Look, pop... Get out!
Let me have this.
Griffin, this is Bard speaking.
Come on out.
Griffin, we're waiting for you.
Come ahead, Griffin.
Mr. Hilliard, keep away from the front of the house.
Griffin, raise your hands above your head
and walk into the light.
BARD: Raise your hands above your head!
(GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Dad... Yes, Ralph?
BARD: Congratulations, Mr. Hilliard. Fine work.