tell you there's fame and big money and a free life in my business.

ALICE:
Yes, it's a free life until you go to jail. It's this way. You're
barbarians, and there's no place for you in a civilized community--
except in jail. Everybody is working against you. Every city has
its police force;almost every house nowadays has a private
watchman. And if we want to raise a hue and cry after you, there
are the newspapers, and the telegraph, and the telephone
(nods at telephone)
and the cables all over the--

HATCH:
(Grimly)
Thank you. One moment, please.
(Throws open overcoat, showing that it is lined with burglars'
jimmies, chisels, and augers..)

ALICE:
My! What an interesting coat. It looks like a tool chest. Just
the coat for an automobile trip.

HATCH:
Harry, cut those telephone wires.
(Hands barbed-wire cutter to HARRY. To ALICE)
Thank you for reminding me.

ALICE:
Oh, not at all. You've nothing to thank me for.
(HARRY goes to telephone. To HARRY)