I'm gonna call for a doctor.
What for? So they can patch me up?
So they can nurse me along till I get back on my feet?
So I can walk into that gas chamber up at San Quentin on my own power?
Is that it, Keyes?
Something like that.
I've got a different idea. Yeah?
Look, Keyes.
Suppose you went back to bed and didn't find these cylinders...
till tomorrow morning, when the office opens...
After that you can play it any way you like.
Would you do that much for me, Keyes?
Give me one good reason. I need four hours to get where I'm going.
You're not going anywhere, Walter. You bet I am.
I'm going across the border. You haven't got a chance, Walter.
Good enough to try for.
You'll never make the border. That's what you think.
Just watch me.
You'll never even make the elevator.
So long, Keyes.
(Keyes) Hello...
send an ambulance to the Pacific Building on Olive Street.
Yeah. It's a police job.
How you doing, Walter? Fine.
Only somebody moved the elevator a couple of miles away.
They're on the way.
You know why you couldn't figure this one, Keyes?
I'll tell you.
Because the guy you were looking for was too close.
He was right across the desk from you.
Closer than that, Walter.
I love you, too.