Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's get out, son.
... and fled with $300,000 in federal currency, leaving four dead.
A good feeling. I liked it.
- Arrested him myself. - Okay, okay, what's the pitch?
What's this, a holdup?
This concludes the nightly news summary from KFKL, San Bernardino.
That whole syndicate comes up for trial in a few weeks.
Any place would be better than this.
Now we're supposed to be in Arizona.
They haven't got Cody Jarrett, you hear? They haven't got him.
- Oh. You done much fishing up here? - Oh, every year.
... to get his mother's attention away from the rest of the family. It worked.
Not now.
Little thing I cooked up before we pulled the tunnel job.
Got it? Now, when you get to the plant, park across the street.
Stop breathing.
MA: Suppose they find him, Cody? You know how Zuckie talks.
Not altogether a surprise. Thanks for your cooperation anyway.
MA'. I'll take care of Big Ed. I'll take care of Big Ed.
You think I'm dumb enough to give myself up to the T-men?
You'll be dead.
- Let it ring. FALLON: Someone might get suspicious.
Why should you care if a guy named Cody Jarrett gets his...
Now, clean up this place, and clean it up right. And don't leave any calling cards.
... and I spend most of my time in prison.
- I look good in a mink coat, honey. - Mm-hm.
Remember a guy named Scratch Morton?
What were you doing just now, soldier? Going over the hill?
You got me wrong. I got nothing against you.
You know all about radios. Maybe you can fix the warden's.
- You sure? What kind of question is that?
- Herbert, are you listening? - Sure, Jerry. Sure.
- Everything clear? Perfectly clear.
- Did you get anything out of Willie? - A blank.
Tell him to plant a getaway car with an oscillator.
Cody calls charging roadblocks unscientific.
Sorry, boys. They can't all work out.
- Read him. - Maybe on visiting days.
Heh, heh. Yeah, that's it. A nice gold medal for the copper.
After a while, a hungry fish comes along, takes a nip at your hook...
When a tinhorn like that thinks he's big enough to take your place...
Maybe you shouldn't have teamed up with him, huh?
you're guilty of selling pussy, again
It would be. Turn around. We'll go back.
Here, if you're such a pal of his, go back and make it easy for him.
... but these gentlemen say you don't have a phone here.
Well, my old lady never had anything.
Take a slant at the mirror in your washroom.
How would you like a little change of scenery, Cody?
That's only when you got gasoline or chemicals inside.
Listen, Cody. Ed said this joint is a cinch. Good for 50 grand.
What's the toughest thing about a job like that?
"Radio Signal Fallon. " You know what that means, sir?
Right on the button. Getting in.
I'll take care of him, Cody. I'll take care of him, Cody.
No. Might do me some good.
Every rookie knows Scratch Morton went underground after that hotel job.
All right. Right away.
It's Ma. She's walking into trouble.
What are you talking about? You haven't a chance.
Be kind of a break to get rid of me for a while, won't it?
"Come out with your hands up, " the man says.
One thing, though. This time, get me somebody with a good memory.
Nice and willing.
Following are the names of the men who escaped with Cody Jarrett:
One-zero-five degrees.
My wife don't wait on nobody.
And I thought you were never gonna talk, baby.
$22535;.
Arthur Cody Jarrett, on your own admission...
slut, hooker, whore, harlot, bitches.. get bucket naked!
Supposing you wanna push in a place like Fort Knox...
Accidents will happen.
How do you like that, boys?
When we crashed out, I didn't leave no forwarding address.
... you have been convicted of the robbery of the Palace Hotel...
We'll set it all up.
How do you like that, Ma? Heh.
Car A at Western and Slauson, bearing 158 degrees.
My manager, kid.
- How you doing, Parker? PARKER: It's stuffy in here. I need some air.
Getting inside the joint.
I'll show you where it is.
Well, you don't have to worry about the Trader.
Mm, how are you, Vic? Glad to see you, kid.
Cody, the joint's crawling with cops.