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The men in the car are Wilbur Sloan and Gregg Morton.
If you're gonna bust us, bust us!
- I'm pointing out the time. - I know what time it is.
- Officer? I have a pencil. - Thank you.
Then I saw two men run from right there, jump into the car...
- How much time we got? - It's 12 minutes to 5.
That Chevy is a bomb.
Friends call in a bet, you give us a call. Number's on the card.
6-2-1 -C-l...
I still feel as if I should drive into the courthouse garage with you.
Well, like we were saying...
And the black is Gregg Morton.
You get the tip.
Seems impossible. 500 men on the job and that Chevy hasn't surfaced yet.
Now we're gonna lay it out for you just one time.
Repeat, they are armed and dangerous.
He's gonna be fine. Here you go.
I have a great deal of confidence in those two young men.
Who sent you?
Green. They painted it green.
- Do something! - What can I do?
You pigs looking for us?
Do you own a 1963 Chevrolet...
- What about my father? - I heard the crash of bottles...
Then everybody would know about it, right?
We're friends of a guy who says you can tell us...
Put this on the air, top priority.
Maybe not. If they hit one stone, one pebble in the street...
What about this other guy?
Bye-bye.
I don't know their habits. Sometimes they're around, sometimes they're not.
...they're usually over at my cousin Ted's body shop.
What do I think? Man, it's beautiful!
Well, today's a little different than the usual.
There'd be more people killed racing away from Chevys...
Some bad dudes, huh?
I'm sure they'll be in custody very soon.
Now, why should today be different than any other?
I don't suppose you could spare that extra hamburger?
Got it.