Public Enemies Quotes

[Agents Baum and Purvis are briefing the Chicago field agents]
Agent Carter Baum: According to the bank teller Barbara Patzke, this is John Dillinger's coat. It's made by Shragge-Quality out of St. Louis. Price: $35 dollars. Windproof, 32 ounce wool. Top stitching.
Melvin Purvis: [nods approvingly] Thank you, Agent Baum.
[Baum steps aside]

Melvin Purvis: 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.
[turns to Doris Rogers]
Melvin Purvis: Now Doris, would you please contact the Chicago area telephone exchange supervisors? There are six. Request appointments for Carter Baum and myself.
[as she does that, Purvis turns back to his agents]
Melvin Purvis: 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.
[No one leaves]

J. Edgar Hoover: John Dillinger held up a bank for $74,000 while you failed to arrest Nelson.
Melvin Purvis: 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.

J. Edgar Hoover: I thought you understood what I'm building. A modern force of professional young men of the best sort.
Melvin Purvis: I'm afraid our type cannot get the job done.
J. Edgar Hoover: Excuse me, I cannot hear you.
Melvin Purvis: Our type cannot get the job done.
J. Edgar

Hoover: [dropping the hint more insistently] I cannot hear you.
Melvin Purvis: [more firmly] 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.

[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]

John Dillinger: [in his jail cell] 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.
Melvin Purvis: And what keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?
John Dillinger: 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?
Melvin Purvis: Goodbye, Mr. Dillinger...
John Dillinger: I'll see you down the road.
Melvin Purvis: [turning back] No, you will not. The only way that you will leave a jail cell is when we take you out to execute you.
John Dillinger: Well, we'll see about that.

[Purvis and Baum are listening in on a wiretapped call]
Agent Carter Baum: This is a phone conversation from a car dealership twenty-seven minutes ago. Harry Berman.
[He pushes down the needle to play back an acetate disk]
John Dillinger's voice: When you drop it, leave the keys on the floorboard.
Harry Berman's voice:

I got a DeSoto.
John Dillinger's voice: Okay.
[Purvis takes off his headphones]
Melvin Purvis: How did we get to Berman?
Agent Carter Baum: Off the Dillinger coat. The coat was bought in Cicero, Illinois, a few doors down from Berman's dealership. Now we know Berman. He's been supplying cars to the Syndicate since

Capone. When Dillinger bought that coat, he must've been at Berman's switching cars.
Melvin Purvis: Soon as they call to drop the DeSoto, we'll tail it. I want men on this, around the clock.

Turnkey: [Indiana State Prison. Int. Gatehouse - Turnkey examines Dillinger a second time...] Didn't you get paroled out of here a few months ago?
John Dillinger: Yes sir. Three months ago.
Turnkey: ...John... Johnnie Dillinger?
John Dillinger: That's right. But my friends call me "Johnnie". You gotta address

me as "Mister" Dillinger.