i'm in chicago on north halstead now. come on by.
in a woman's business suit, hat and sunglasses in the dark bar, reacts. zarkovich sits next to her.
immigration say they send me back to romania. zarkovich, the crooked cop, takes anna's hand. the 40 year old madam is the true love of his life.
can they fix the deportation?
hesitates. then she approaches and enters purvis' car. it pulls out.
i want guarantee.
no good.
we go out. maybe tomorrow night. maybe not. maybe in a week. a month. maybe never.
every sunday night, we go out.
e. him. one of my girls, polly hamilton.
i call you sunday when i know.
jimmy, you're back.  we understand that dillinger's been harbored here all along. and he goes under the name jimmy alexander.
where you want to go? jimmy take us to the picture show.
i get us some butter and make fried chicken for dinner. we slide onto dillinger with his wrists under the water. he turns off the tap and starts out.
we go tonight. i don't know if to marbro or to biograph.