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hwpExcuse me.
Pa?
You all right, Pa?
-Youre up early.
-I got a big day ahead.
I wish you didnt have to go.
I promised to help this friend.
Goddamn outhouse.
One of these days soon,
lm changing all that.
Damn soon.
You drive careful now.
Young man? Young man.
Im terribly sorry.
Maam, can l have a root beer?
-Anything else to go with that?
-Some aspirins, please.
"Friend P. ca.me out in August...
"...a.nd a.fter you left, l met someone.
"He put me onto something
we could bring off bea.utiful.
"A cinch, the perfect score.
"lts a. sure thing. Am depending on you.
"Love, Dick.
"P.S. Will meet your bus, November .
"M-da.y. M for money, honey. "
Fill her up, buddy.
You sure got a perfect day for it.
-Whats that?
-Hunting pheasants.
Yes, indeedy.
Deadeye Dick Hickock?
Them birds dont know it,
but this is their last day on Earth.
Good morning, Daddy.
-Well, youre up early.
-Ive got a furious day ahead.
Morning, Dad.
-Thought maybe l smelled smoke.
-Yeah.
Me, too. Could be a leaky valve.
Could be.
Peppermints before breakfast
might stunt your growth.
Daddy, phone.
Its the insurance man.
This afternoon, anytime before dark.
Hello?
I want to call
the Kansas State Penitentiary.
Person-to-person. Rev. James Post.
Rev. James Post.
My name is....
Perry Smith.
Hell be checking in sometime tomorrow.
-Can l see the room, please?
-Aint you working today?
Now, aint you?
Hello.
Perry.
Of course, l remember you.
Kansas City?
Missouri.
Im at the bus terminal.
Im waiting for Willie Jay.
Did something hold up his parole?
-I was supposed to meet him right here.
-Perry, think.
Youve already broken parole
by quitting your job.
Youll break it again
if you step into Kansas.
Whatever you do,
dont cross that river into Kansas.
Can you tell me where he went?
Please, Jim.
Its very important.
Maybe the most important thing in my life.
Go back. Why not see your father?
Morning, Ma.
Daddy, you know Jolene?
I promised to teach her
how to bake a cherry pie.
-Sounds serious.
-She insists on today.
That makes it practically a catastrophe.
Because l also promised
to help Roxy with her trumpet solo.
And errands for Mother in Garden City,
lunch with Susan--
Suppose l take care
of your mothers errands?
Thank you, Daddy.
Also provided for your convenience,
a.t the ba.gga.ge counter...
...a.re identifica.tion ta.gs.
This is your la.st ca.Il...
...for Buckner, Bluffington, Lexington,
Wa.verly, Ma.rsha.Il...
...a.nd intermedia.te flights.
Now boa.rding a.t door number six.
Stick em up!
-Hey, buddy.
-How long have you been standing there?
Long enough to catch your late late show.
-Just between you and l.
-You and me.
How come you always go into a trance
every time you look in the mirror?
Just like you was looking
at some gorgeous piece of butt.
What in the hell is in here?
Concrete?
Thats all my stuff. Books, letters, songs.
Souvenirs from Korea.
And our ticket to fame and fortune.
I got a secret map thats going to lead us...
...straight to the sunken treasure
of Captain Cort.
$ million in Spanish gold,
off the coast of Mexico.
So, thats why that maps
so frigging heavy.
Welcome back to Kansas, buddy.
The heart of America.
The land of wheat, corn, bibles, and...
...natural gas.
That maps not as heavy as yours,
but its the real thing.
And its gonna get us $ by tonight.
Four hundred miles west of here,
Big Daddy Clutters place.
Thats the layout. The works.
Somewhere in that office,
in one little old safe.
And inside that safe, $ maybe more.
Youve seen it?
The safe!
Right after you left the zoo,
a new guy moved into the cell.
Floyd Wells,
serving three to five for robbery.
He once worked for Clutter. He saw it.
And thats your perfect score?
Baby, its a cinch.
I promise you, honey,
well blast hair all over them walls.
-Hello, Roxy.
-Morning, Mr. Clutter.
I think Nancys expecting you.
You want to watch it, boy.
Youll end up an aspirin junkie.
Been one for seven years.
Got the habit in the hospital.
Doctors.
They made a dwarf out of me.
Doctors and lawyers. What do they care?
Ever see a millionaire
fry in the electric chair?
Hell, no.
Theres two kinds of laws, honey:
One for the rich and one for the poor.
Look at me.
I crack up my car,
wake up in a charity ward...
...and dont even recognize myself.
I hate to count how much classy pussy
thats cost me.
They left you a wonderful smile, though.
Yeah, the all-American boy.
That was stupid.
Stealing a lousy pack of razor blades,
to prove what?
Everybody steals something sometime.
Its the national pastime, baby.
Stealing and cheating.
If they caught every cheating wife
and tax chiseler...
...the whole country
would be behind prison walls.
-Where are the black stockings?
-They didnt have black.
-Stop someplace else.
-Where?
-A Catholic hospital.
-Sure.
Well just barge in like it was
a goddamn five-and-dime.
Sister, sweetie, we gotta have
some black stockings to hide our face.
Okay, forget it.
Anyway, nuns are bad luck.
Kind of sexy, though.
You wouldnt think so if youd lived
in one of those orphan homes.
