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CHARLES MAKLEY
How are you today? [whips the guard, who falls to the floor] On the floor now! Now! Do it! Do it! [Dillinger heads for a marble railing] 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] 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] 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]