[Dillinger, Pierpont and Makley walk up the stairs into a bank lobby; Makley walks over to one of the guards]
Charles Makley:
How are you today?
[whips the guard, who falls to the floor]
Charles Makley:
On the floor now! Now! Do it! Do it!
[Dillinger heads for a marble railing]
Charles Makley:
On the floor! Down! Now!
[Dillinger leaps over the railing, Thompson in his right hand, and grabs the manager]
John Dillinger:
Let's play a game, Mr. President. It's called Spin the Dial.
[the alarm goes off as Dillinger marches the bank manager at gunpoint towards the vault and Makley heads for the teller cages]
Harry 'Pete' Pierpont:
[to hostages]
Put your hands up and sit down. On the floor.
John Dillinger:
All right pops. Open it up.
[He watches the manager as a teller forces money into Makley's bag through the teller cage at gunpoint]
Charles Makley:
Empty it. Move! Move!
[the manager looks for the key on his keychain]
Grover Weyland:
It's one of these.
[Dillinger takes a second look at the lobby, then whips out a pistol and strikes the manager over the head, knocking him down]
John Dillinger:
You can be a dead hero or a live coward. Get it open.
[the manager complies]
Charles Makley:
*All of it!*
[breaks open another teller cage]
Charles Makley:
Empty it - all of it!
Harry 'Pete' Pierpont:
[to someone in the lobby]
Sit down!
Charles Makley:
Push it to me.
[Pierpont climbs up onto the railing and points his Thompson at another hostage]
Harry 'Pete' Pierpont:
Oi, don't move!
[Cuts to Van Meter outside, hiding a BAR under his overcoat, watching the street. He looks to his left and sees a car pull to a stop in the middle of the nearby intersection; Van Meter quietly slips back into the doorway and taps his rifle against the door]
Harry 'Pete' Pierpont:
We got company!
[Hamilton, in the getaway car, checks his watch, then pulls forward; one cop runs towards the bank while the others take up position behind their car]
Angry Cop:
[to Van Meter]
Move outta there!
[Makley slides his money bags along the lobby floor over to Pierpont, while Dillinger, finished with loading money from the vault, leads the bank manager towards the exit at gunpoint; he notices a customer's money on the counter]
John Dillinger:
You can put it away. Not here for your money, I'm here for the bank's.
[Cut to outside, where the cop has just reached the door]
Angry Cop:
I said move it outta here!
Homer Van Meter:
What for?
[Van Meter whips out his rifle, and jabs it at the cop's chest, then strikes him across the neck, spinning him around. Van Meter locks the cop into a chokehold with his left hand, levels his rifle over the cop's shoulder with his right hand, and opens fire]
John Dillinger:
[pointing his Thompson at a female teller]
Come here sister. Take a ride.
[He, Pierpont and Makley start walking towards the door; outside, Van Meter is spraying up the police car]
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