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Charley Varrick (aka The Last of the Independents and Kill Charley Varrick) is a 1973 crime film directed by Don Siegel and starring Walter Matthau, Andrew Robinson, Joe Don Baker and John Vernon. The film was based on the novel The Looters by John H. Reese.
Charley Varrick (Walter Matthau) is a crop-duster and former stunt pilot. The aging trailer-park dweller, his wife Nadine (Jacqueline Scott) and co-conspirators Al Dutcher (Fred Scheiwiller) and Harman Sullivan (Andrew Robinson), a heavily disguised Varrick robs a bank in the rural crossroads community of Tres Cruces, New Mexico. During the robbery, two policemen and Dutcher are killed. Nadine drives the getaway car and eludes the police, but she, too, has been mortally wounded. Varrick distracts the police by blowing up the getaway car with black powder and gasoline, with his wife's body inside. He and Sullivan escape.
When they count the stolen money, Varrick and Sullivan find themselves with $765,118 — it is far more money than they expected from such a small bank. A television news broadcast reports that only $2,000 was stolen, according to the bank. Varrick realizes the bank must have been involved in a mob money laundering operation and that the Mafia will pursue them more relentlessly than the police. He tells Sullivan their only chance is laying low and not spending the money for the next three to four years. The young, headstrong Sullivan will hear none of it, defying his partner.
Charley Varrick and his friends rob a small town bank. Expecting a small sum to divide amongst themselves, they are surprised to discover a very LARGE amount of money. Quickly figuring out that the money belongs to the MOB, they must now come up with a plan to throw the MOB off their trail.
Keywords: airplane, bank, bank-heist, bank-robber, bank-robbery, based-on-novel, billard-bar, billiards, biplane, body-in-trunk
Charley Varrick: I like your bed. You may find this hard to believe but I've never slept on a round bed.::Sybil Fort: Is that so?::Charley Varrick: What's the best way? North, south, east, or west?::Sybil Fort: That depends on what you had in mind.::Charley Varrick: What I had in mind was boxing the compass.
Charley Varrick: It has to do with this bag of money I'd like to give back to you.::Maynard Boyle: So give it back. What's the problem?::Charley Varrick: The problem is the big gorilla in the maroon car who's trying to kill me.
Molly: [when asked if he would like a prostitute] I don't sleep with whores... at least, not knowingly.
Harman Sullivan: What's bothering you?::Charley Varrick: I don't know. Something smells bad.::Harman Sullivan: Charley, *you* smell bad. Now don't you run a game out on me or I'll hang you out to dry.::Charley Varrick: What's that kind of money doing in a Tres Cruces bank?::Harman Sullivan: Where should it be?::Charley Varrick: Bank that size figures to have maybe thirty, twenty thousand dollars in it.::Harman Sullivan: Listen Charley, just let me ask you one question. The money was *there*, right?::Charley Varrick: Yeah.::Harman Sullivan: Now its *here*, right?::Charley Varrick: Yeah.::Harman Sullivan: So what's the big deal?
Charley Varrick: You know what dirty money is? That's the kind of money you can't declare on your income tax. Well, when certain people get that kind of money, what they do is send it out of the country to invest, and when it comes back, it's clean.::Harman Sullivan: So?::Charley Varrick: So maybe that little bank was a drop, a collection point. Maybe all this was on its way out of the country.::Harman Sullivan: Fantastic! We lucked out!::Charley Varrick: More like crapped out. It's ten-to-one this stuff belongs to the Mafia. This is gambling money skimmed off the top, whore money, dope money.::Harman Sullivan: What's the difference?::Charley Varrick: The difference is the Mafia kills you, no trial, no judge. They never stop looking for you, not 'til you're dead. I'd rather have ten F.B.I.s after me.
Charley Varrick: Mafia money. All I wanted was a small take, in and out quick, no big deal.::Harman Sullivan: Well, don't you worry, Charley, cause if you don't want your share, I'll be more than happy to take it over for you.::Charley Varrick: I'm sure you would, Harmon.::Harman Sullivan: Well, what do you want to do, give it back?::Charley Varrick: I've been thinking about it.::Harman Sullivan: Charley Varrick. Well, I got some news for you, Charley. You haven't got the balls of a bull canary bird. And something else, I ain't giving back penny number one!
Charley Varrick: We're gonna have to keep pretty quiet for a while.::Harman Sullivan: Is that so?::Charley Varrick: That's right. Best way to get nailed is to start tossing that stuff around.::Harman Sullivan: And what's your idea of a while?::Charley Varrick: Three years. Maybe four.::Harman Sullivan: Are you telling me that I can't spend none of this money for three, four years?::Charley Varrick: Right, right, that's what I'm telling you. And you better lay off that juice, too. That's another way to get nailed, me along with you.::Harman Sullivan: Any more instructions?::Charley Varrick: No.::Harman Sullivan: Nothing more you wanna hang onto me?::Charley Varrick: Not right now.::Harman Sullivan: Then I got something I wanna hang onto you, jimmy dick! I've been waiting all my life to make a score like this, and now that it's here, I ain't waiting no more. I mean, I'm gonna wail. And I'm talking about chicks, cars, clothes, a box at the races, and beefsteak three times a day, and no washed up, chicken-shit son-of-a-bitch had better try stop me!
Jana: [Molly arrives at the whore house] These are the goodies. He says his name is Sally::Molly: Molly.::Jana: [the prostitues laugh] Sally, Molly, if you got a bell, honey, we'll find a way to ring it.::Molly: I didn't travel six hundred miles for the amusement of morons. Is that clear, ladies?::Taxi driver: Now just a darn minute there.::Molly: You just keep throwing your feathers, mister, before I put you in the hospital.::Taxi driver: Yes, sir.
Maynard Boyle: Why am I being denied access to my own premises?::Mr. Garfinkle: Well, it's a matter of priority. You see, first and foremost, this is a murder investigation.::Maynard Boyle: Well, my business is purely financial.::Mr. Garfinkle: Well, you're very lucky so far, Mr. Boyle. All we have found missing is about thirteen hundred dollars.::Maynard Boyle: Well, if you're a nice fella, nice things happen to you.
Maynard Boyle: You know something, Harold? I never thought I'd be willing to change places with a cow.::Harold Young: A cow?::Maynard Boyle: Those things out there. They are cows, aren't they?::Harold Young: I don't understand the thrust of your comment.::Maynard Boyle: Take a look at them out there. I mean, they got it knocked. What's the worst thing in the world that could possibly happen to them? A short circuit in the electric milker. Compared to what I'm facing, that's child's play.
Actors: Sheree North (actress), Marjorie Bennett (actress), Joe Don Baker (actor), Tom Tully (actor), John Vernon (actor), Bob Steele (actor), Norman Fell (actor), Benson Fong (actor), Andrew Robinson (actor), Don Siegel (actor), Walter Matthau (actor), James Nolan (actor), Woodrow Parfrey (actor), William Schallert (actor), Kathleen O'Malley (actress),
Plot: Charley Varrick and his friends rob a small town bank. Expecting a small sum to divide amongst themselves, they are surprised to discover a very LARGE amount of money. Quickly figuring out that the money belongs to the MOB, they must now come up with a plan to throw the MOB off their trail.
Keywords: airplane, bank, bank-heist, bank-robber, bank-robbery, based-on-novel, billard-bar, billiards, biplane, body-in-trunkCharlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite, no place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in he'll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand, so righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize for chicken feed
Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid, embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died in fifteen ways
When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
'Round his arm the plastic tag read 'D.O.A'
Yes Jack, I gave it back, the ring I could not own