Special Agent Lt. Clifton: Hello, I'm your Gang Busters host, Special Agent Clifton of the FBI. Our story is about a man who was one of the most ruthless killers in our history. In a moment, I'll tell you about John Dillinger, who could bluff his way out of jail with a block of wood but was stopped by a lady in red.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: There is no way to exaggerate the viciousness of John Dillinger. He killed as you might slap a mosquito. He combined this with animal cunning and utter lack of nerve to become the most infamous criminal in America. He became Public Enemy Number One.
Mildred Jaunce: John Dillinger, the personification of the male animal - all appetite and no taste.
Mildred Jaunce: Let's not be childish, John. I like you because I like your money and because you fascinate me a little, like a deadly snake always coiled to strike.
John Dillinger: A snake? You know, that's wonderful! I swear that you'll be the death of me.
Mildred Jaunce: If you ever flex your muscle at me again, John, it will be the death of you.
Mildred Jaunce: I don't have much use for the human race, but I don't expect you to exterminate it.
John Dillinger: What's for chow?
John Dillinger: Again? You know, it's that cook that ought to be hung.
[Dillinger locks the jail guards in his cell and gives them his "pistol"]
John Dillinger: Here's a souvenir from John Dillinger.
Guard: [disgusted] Wood.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: [narrating] The FBI opened an SMV file on John Dillinger and everyone in the Bureau knew that the file would close only when Dillinger was dead.
Arthur Troser: Kickin' me around, shovin' me in my own place of business, slappin' me... I'd like to pin his ears back. Who does he think he is anyway - John Dillinger?
Connie: I imagine so... that's his name.
Arthur Troser: Dillinger! Then you're...?
Homer Van Meter: Homer Van Meter.
Arthur Troser: And...?
Homer Van Meter: Baby Face Nelson.
Arthur Troser: Please, may I write a letter before you kill me?
Homer Van Meter: Kill you? What do you think we are, homicidal maniacs? We never kill anyone except in the line of duty, Arthur.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: [narrating] The word was received. Agents put down their pencils and picked up their guns. Hurry - no time to call home. At home, the agents' wives start to worry. Some of them start to pray; it's all they can do. Their husbands don't belong to them now. They're G-men, cops - and a cop killer is on the loose.
John Dillinger: What's bitin' you, Homer?
Homer Van Meter: [indicates newspaper] This. You've got FBI heat on you, John. You're getting too popular - that's makes us all too popular. So, if you don't mind, I'm cutting out of here tomorrow.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: [narrating] Too late - the FBI was there. The trap was closing.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: [narrating] A dog barked and a mad dog was loose again. But where do you go when you're Public Enemy Number One? Where do you get help? Buy it? No - even the underworld hideouts were not open to Dillinger. Friends? Yes, that was the answer. But Dillinger's friends were getting fewer by the day. Hamilton had died at Little Bohemia. Now Van Meter was dead. Dillinger thought of other friends - Nelson, Tommy Carroll, Pierpont, Makley, Youngblood - they'd help him... only they were dead, too.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: [narrating] The last resort - change the face, the fingerprints - make yourself a new person, one the cops don't know about. But Dillinger was wrong - we did know. Mildred Jaunce had come to the FBI. She came to talk; she stayed to help.
Mildred Jaunce: You want me to put the finger on John Dillinger for you. I don't know... I like living.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: Everybody does - including people Dillinger will kill if we don't get him first. You say he has a new face. We don't know that face - you do.
Special Agent Lt. Clifton: Dillinger was dead. End of a tough guy, end of Public Enemy Number One.