Ann Biderman

I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama died when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you... what else you need to know?

Listen, doll. That's 'cause they're all about where people come from. The only thing that's important is where someone's going.

We're having too good a time today. We ain't thinking about tomorrow.

My friends call me John but a son of a bitch screw like you better refer to me as Mr. John Dillinger.

You can put it away. Not here for your money. Here for the bank's money.

You wanna know if we're armed? We're armed.

I was a wild boy, and, well, I was foolish. I held up a grocery store, which I never should have done 'cause Mr. Morgan was a good man. And they sentenced me to 10 years in the state penitentiary for a $50 theft. When I was in prison, I met a lot of good fellows. So sure, yeah, I helped set up the break at Michigan City. Why not? I stick with my pals and my pals stick with me.

You can be a dead hero or a live coward.

Well, here's the man who killed Pretty Boy Floyd. Damn good thing he was pretty, 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz Kid Floyd. Tell me something, Mr. Purvis. That fellow, the one who got killed at the Sherone Apartments - the newspaper said you found him alive. It's the eyes, ain't it? They look at you right before they go. And then they just drift away into nothing. That'll keep you up nights.

Coffee. You act like a confident man, Mr. Purvis. You got a few qualities. Probably pretty good from a distance, especially when you got the fellow outnumbered. But up close, toe to toe, when somebody's about to die right here, right now - I'm used to that. What about you?

Three rules I learned from Walter Dietrich. One: never work with people who are desperate. Two: never work with people who aren't the best. Three: neverwork when you're not ready.

Without women, I might as well have stayed in stir.

I ain't most men.

If you fall I'll catch you.

Agents in our offices across the country are identifying every store in the United States that sold this overcoat. Then, we will cross-reference every Dillinger associate, in locales where that coat was sold. He was in a place, he got cold, he bought a coat. Unless he was traveling through, he was being harbored nearby. If he returns, we will be there. It is by such methods that our bureau will get John Dillinger.

Now Doris, would you please contact the Chicago area telephone exchange supervisors? There are six. Request appointments for Carter Baum and myself.

Gentlemen, shortly you will be provided… Thompson submachine guns, BARs, and uh, .351 Winchester semi-automatic rifles. We are pursuing hardened killers. It will be dangerous. Those of you who aren't prepared for that should go. And if you are going to go, please go now.

Sir, I take full responsibility. And I would like to make a request. That we transfer men with special qualifications to augment the staff here in Chicago. There are some former Texas and Oklahoma lawmen currently with the Bureau in Dallas.

I'm afraid our type cannot get the job done.

Our type cannot get the job done.

Our type cannot get the job done. Without qualified help, I would have to resign this appointment. Otherwise, I am leading my men to slaughter.

Goodbye, Mr. Dillinger...

No, you will not. The only way that you will leave a jail cell is when we take you out to execute you.

Soon as they call to drop the DeSoto, we'll tail it. I want men on this, around the clock.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Hey, you look at me when I'm talkin' to you, bitch!

Fuck you, lady! Come here!

You wanna play rough, let's play rough. Come on, lets play rough!

Yeah, keep comin' closer asshole! Don't think I won't break her fuckin' neck!

Fuck you, Marty! I'm walkin' outta slowly. Really slow.

Hell, he couldn't kick his own ass.

I got you. You the lawyer. Well, you sure fucked this one up, didn't you, counselor! Looks to me like they're gonna shoot ol' Aaron so full o' poison it's gonna come out his eyes!

If you lay that tough-man shit on Aaron again, I will kick your fuckin' ass to Sunday!

Mr. Vail?

Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is okay.

Well… good for you, Marty. I was going to let it go at that. You was looking so happy just now. I was thinking, hmmm God. But to tell you the truth, I'm glad you figured it out, because I have been dying to tell you. I just didn't know who you'd wanna hear it from, you know? Aaron or Roy… or Roy or Aaron. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. A sort of a client-attorney-privilege type of a secret, you know what I mean? It don't matter who you hear it from. It's the same story.

I j-j-just… had to kill Linda, Mr. Vail.

That cunt just got what she deserved. But... cutting up that son of a bitch Rushman? That was just a fucking work of art.

Yeah. I did get caught, though, didn't I?

Jesus Christ, Marty. If that's what you think, I am disappointed in you, I don't mind telling you. There never was an Aaron... counselor! Come on, Marty! I thought you had it figured, there at the end. The way you put me on the stand like that? That was fucking brilliant, Marty! And that whole thing like "act-like-a-man"? Jesus, I knew exactly what you wanted from me. It was like we were dancing, Marty!

Oh come on, don't be like that, Marty. We did it, man. We fucking did it! We're a great team, you and me. You think I could've done this without you? You're just feeling a little angry here, because you started to care about old Aaron, I can understand that, but... you know, love hurts, Marty. What can I say? Hey, I'm just kidding, bud! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! What else was I supposed to do? Hey, you're gonna thank me down the road, because this is gonna toughen you right up, Martin Vail! You hear me? That's a promise!

On my first day of law school, my professor says two things. First was: from this day forward, when your mother tells you she loves you, get a second opinion.

If you want justice, go to a whorehouse. If you wanna get fucked, go to court.

Why gamble with money when you can gamble with people's lives? That was a joke. All right, I'll tell you. I believe in the notion that people are innocent until proven guilty. I believe in that notion because I choose to believe in the basic goodness of people. I choose to believe that not all crimes are committed by bad people. And I try to understand that some very, very good people do some very bad things.

You either run for office or you wind up a judge. Why become an umpire when you can play ball?

Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case.

Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.

I don't have to believe you. I don't care if you are innocent. I'm your mother, your father, your priest.

I speak. You do not speak. Your job is to just sit there and look innocent.

First thing that I ask a new client is, "Have you been saving up for a rainy day? Guess what? It's raining!"

Mr. Pinero has never been convicted of anything. Cops jumped him, he was left bleeding in the snow. It's a miracle he survived. Having said that, I am not opposed to a settlement.

You can't limit a citizen's right to live wherever he wants to. Legally, that's unenforceable.

It's confusing to me because I have document here from your office that says last year Michael O'Donnell spoke to the supervisor of that unit over a period of two weeks explaining to him - in graphic detail - of the sexual abuse he suffered at the hands of Archbishop Rushman. Isn't it also true, Mr. State's attorney, that your "friend" Archbishop Rushman was not going to stand trial for any of it? He owed you big time. You must've been very pissed off when he pulled out of the South River construction deal. What happened? He finally said "I can't take it anymore" and you said "no". You and your investors had sixty millions reasons to kill him!

Just like what you and your "associates" did in killing Joey Pinero just yesterday!

So… what you're telling me is I can't get a fair trial in your courtroom? You're also in league with Shaughnessy and the entire city counsel at covering all this up?

Fine! Do you want me to make that check out to you judge?

Wait... What did you just say? What? You told me just a few minutes ago that you didn't remember. You blacked out. You "lost time" yet again. So, how do you know about her neck?

You're good. You are really good.

So there never... there never was a Roy?