All language subtitles for The Steel Jungle - 1956 - TCM_x264_TVRip

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Oh my word.

Hey,weak.

Not enough to get away from us.

To enter the water, water, body, name and gun, water, body, family Complete it. Mars has been confirmed against us as well. [music playing] (dramatic music)

- Hey, that guy must have done something.

(dramatic music) - Hey, let's take it easy.

- Hey, what's this ring thing all about?

- Police.

- Cops.

- No, we were trying

for the four minute mile.

I thought you guys were

muscle men after my doe.

What's the idea of shooting at me?

- For trying to avoid arrest.

- Arrest?

For what?

- Book making.

Or ain't you hurt it's against the law.

- Get outta here, I paid my protection.

You guys are business for yourself.

- Now you'll take it easy, Novak.

- Where he's going, he'll have to.

- I'll be out out bail in an hour.

- It is for a year after your trial.

- Combination will take care of you guys,

and it won't be with a medal.

- You keep talking about

the combination, Novak.

Maybe if you slap over enough,

they'll take it easier on you in court.

- Cop, I quit

slapping over when I was two.

- Come on.

- My doc says no running up the stairs.

- Remember, if there's

a reward, we caught him.

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- It took 45 minutes, not an hour.

- A man's got nothing to believe in.

They didn't even take a dollar.

You got a front tooth missing?

- Not that I noticed.

- Then smile, I'm funny.

- When the city hauls

out to win a merit badge,

you might stand trial.

You got the judge in your

pocket, you'll get me off.

Ain't that what the

combination pays you for?

- Hey, that still goes, don't it?

- What?

- 250 bucks in the combination

anytime Bookie is pinched.

- Yes.

- Oh.

(dramatic music)

- Huh, got a hobby?

- My wife.

- So it's a celebration.

- Why not?

- Things are a little different

with Steve Marlin trying to

run things from the prison.

- Taxi!

I still show a profit on the bench.

(dramatic music) (car engine rumbling)

- Hey Danny, get the millionaire.

(doorbell ringing)

Hello Eddie.

- Mrs. Archer.

- Eddie.

- Yes?

- Present.

- Yes?

- Me?

- Mrs. Archer, I've told you before

I'm a very happily married man.

(soft music)

- Oh, hi.

- Hi, how's Junior?

- He kicked all day.

- Like a race horse, huh?

- Eddie.

- I'm sorry.

- What happened to your eye?

- Oh, playing catch with

the kids, I missed one.

I've got something for you, fancy.

- Eddie.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - What happened to your eye? - Why did you do it?

- To celebrate.

- What?

- I got a 250 buck bonus.

I always told you

someday you'd wear a mink.

How are we gonna break it in?

- A $250 bonus?

Eddie.

- The combination pays us whenever

somebody's picked up.

- Arrested.

- What?

- It's like a traffic ticket, honey.

All you have to do is pay a fine.

The combination protects

the people working for it.

- Is that why the head of it's in jail?

- Steve Marlin's in jail

only because they got him

on a state income tax wrap.

Otherwise they wouldn't have touched him.

Think it was kind of unethical.

- Unethical?

- How does a guy satisfy you?

- Eddie, I don't want mink.

I want you to stop making book.

- What's no wrong about my work?

I'm no thief, I'm no

murderer, I'm no fink.

- Sure.

Time magazine's

voting you man of the year.

- Francie, people have always gambled.

They always will.

If I wasn't there to take

the bet, someone else would.

But at least with me, the

customer gets it on a shake.

No matter how hard I get hit, I pay off.

Just yesterday, a guy said the name Novak

will be the broke man. - Is that why they arrested you?

- Before we married, you always yacked.

Don't be Mr. Crowd.

Now I'm starting to build

maybe as big as Steve Marlin.

So all of a sudden you're

ashamed because I make more money

than anybody in this apartment.

You got better furniture, better--

Francis, unlock that door! (door opens)

- Francis.

(somber music)

Francis.

- Eddie, I am ashamed.

When I buy steak, they look at me

when they order hamburger.

If I wear a new dress, they eye it

like their husbands helped pay for it.

Well, they did.

- When their husbands win, they complain?

- Oh, Eddie, I don't want

my child born a bookie's son.

- Honey, why do you think I am a bookie?

Because I want you and the

baby to have the very best.

And I don't have the brains

to be a doctor, lawyer, or a businessman.

- Eddie, you've got the

brains to be anything you want.

- Sure, but what about now?

And what the doctor

said, you and the baby

are gonna need a

bookie's money in the hospital

to make sure that--

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- The doctor checked me last week.

He said everything was just fine.

- That ain't what he told

me when I telephoned Francis.

- Eddie, I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

- Honey, don't be.

Everything will be all right.

You just gotta take it easy.

Peace of mind, that's important.

The doctor says that when you get upset,

you make it worse for yourself.

- Ed, as long as I

know you'll be with me,

I'll be all right.

So will the baby.

- I'll be with you.

I'll be with you.

(gavel bangs)

Edward Novak.

My intent was to sentence

you to one year in prison.

However, the district

attorney has persuaded me

to consider an alternative.

The court is not solely

interested in punishing crime.

It seeks the means to end crime.

I'm advised that you can

contribute toward those means

through your knowledge

of some of the workings

of the combination.

If you do, the court makes no promises,

but neither will it ignore

the value of your contribution.

- What do you think I am?

- Eddie.

- We're giving you a

chance to decide what you are.

- Never heard of the combination.

I sentenced you to one year

in the state penitentiary.

Your honor, at this time, I'd like to--

- What happened?

Didn't you get your chunk this week?

You're up for election, so

you gotta vote for your--

- No, that will be enough, Novak.

Take him away.

- Can I talk to my wife for a minute?

- Please.

- Francie, you know

every time you get upset,

it's bad for you?

- Yes, I should be calm.

At least our baby won't

be born a bookie, son.

Just a jailbird.

If he's born.

Well, I can wear a mink.

- Honey.

- Answer their questions, please.

- Francis, I can't.

I can't do a thing like that.

Don't you understand?

You know how it is with me.

- All I know is how it is with me.

I want you with me.

I need you.

- I'll be back before

you let out another notch.

Let's go.

After this, I'll get myself a job.

I'll be such a square you can cut

yourself on the corners.

- You promise?

- Scouts, honor.

- Novak.

- Remember, I love you.

(dramatic music)

- What will I admit?

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Follow me.

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All right, hold it.

You made three, five, 10, 14, 17, and 20.

(clattering)

(clattering)

- Right, man.

- Novak.

(clattering)

- Hey, what's your handle?

What are you in for?

- Ed Novak.

- You?

- Andy Griffith.

I broke a window five years ago.

- Five years for that?

- Second offense.

First was 40 years.

- You've been in here 40 years?

- When I was a kid, I

killed a guy in a holdup.

- 40 years.

- Waiting here to get

back outside to the things

that I just had a taste of.

Then they opened the

gates and let me out.

So I headed for what I missed.

The car is coming, whamin' at you

as you step off the sidewalk.

The meal's a buck, two

bucks, not 15 cents or a quarter

like when I went in.

And the women. They bothered me worse than the cars.

The beautiful women

that I suddenly realized

I was too old to ever get.

So I went in a bar.

I took a drink, poured

the second over my clothes.

I threw a rock, plumbed through it,

you'll restore a window.

Grabbed some rings and ran

slow so the cop could catch me.

(dramatic music)

- Yard period.

- You comin'?

- Out there, you're either

the pushers or the pushed.

I'm too old to be either.

- Well, I'm not.

Besides, it's someone I've gotta see.

(dramatic music)

(whistle blows)

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(whistle blows)

(crowd chattering)

(dramatic music)

- Where you goin'?

- It's a free country, ain't it?

- Why walkin' out those gates?

- Who are you?

- Who are you?

(dramatic music)

- I'd like to see you, Mr. Marlin.

- Look.

- Don't try it.

- Okay.

What about?

- I'm a bookie, Mr. Marlin.

I work for your combination.

I paid my protection regular

clockwork, but I got pinched

and ended up here because of

the way Beakley handled it.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Well, it's important that I get out

in no longer than a

couple of months, maybe three,

on a kind of a personal matter.

- You're written here congressman?

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- All right, break it up.

Break it up.

Stand on the side there.

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What happened?

- You tell me.

- I can't.

Maybe the warden can't.

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- What's the matter string bean?

Didn't think it funny.

- No.

- Novak, who did it?

- My back was tight.

- You interested in getting out of here?

- Yes.

- How soon?

- Soon.

Very soon.

- That's the number of years

men have been sentenced to here.

Yours makes it one more.

You're new.

Perhaps I'd better explain.

I have very little time

for individual problems.

I leave those to the

chaplain or the psychiatrist,

Dr. Louie.

My job is to run a prison.

So when a man is tough, I

have to prove I'm tougher.

One way I do it is putting

a mark against his time off

for good behavior.

Who did it?

Okay, Novak.

It's on your record, warden.

(footsteps)

- Hayes, take him to Dr. Louie's office.

- Yes, sir.

- Where do they learn it, this code?

Never talk, no matter what.

It can't be just fear alone.

- Well, I guess all of us have to wear

some sort of a medal on our chest.

Otherwise, how can we

live with ourselves?

- What do you think of it?

- Don't know enough about him.

- Afraid to get out on that limb?

- My instinct, just a guess,

says that he's basically a decent man.

- That's what your

instinct told you about the man

who later on cut his

wife's throat, wasn't it?

- Yeah.

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door closes)

- Sit down.

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

I usually have an

interview with a new man

shortly after he gets here,

so I may as well get it done now.

I've been looking over your record.

Married, wife,

pregnant, intelligent, superior,

profession, bookmaker.

- What's so wrong about my profession?

- I didn't say wrong, all right,

but my profession is to ask questions.

- Sure, I'm a bookie.

I make bets and I pay off.

I shake on a deal and I don't wench,

even if the hand gets too hot to hold.

That answer you?

- Mm-hmm.

You mean that you've done no wrong

because you determine what a crime is?

- Okay, let's play in your ballpark.

Is it a crime to stab a man in the back?

Yes, if a thief is

trying to steal your silver.

No, if a friend is

trying to steal your wife.

- Go on.

- Psychiatrist.

That means your job is to find out things

I'm not willing to tell.

- Sometimes that's necessary.

- Then who do you tell?

- I shake it on deal, I don't wench,

even if the hand gets too hot to hold.

- Interview finished?

- Mm-hmm.

One of the things I'm wondering about

is why you decided to

live by your own rules.

- Not mine alone.

- Call them the combinations.

- I thought the interview was finished.

(door opens)

(door closes)

- When I was 16, Kleen is a whistle.

A cop needing a pinch

bounced me off a cellar wall

until I was ready to confess

anything on a police blotter.

So they locked me up.

I could have wrought it there.

Except a district man

from the combination

put the pressure on and got me out.

Took me to a doctor,

gave me a job as a runner,

let me work my way up.

- To here?

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(door closes)

- So you didn't talk?

- How do you know I didn't?

- Hard head, closed

mouth, forgiving heart.

(laughs)

You remind me of myself

when I was younger and dumber.

You're a good kid.

- Steve, will you help me?

I need your help in getting out of here.

It's on account of my wife.

- You'll get it.

But first, let's celebrate with a bottle.

- In here?

- His name's Weaver.

He's been in our

pocket for quite a while.

As far as delivery is concerned,

he's better than Western Union.

- Where do we drink it?

- There'll be a late lockup tonight on

account of the movie.

Get a library pass.

Meet Luke and Dan over at the power plant

where they pick it up.

- Okay.

You gonna help him?

- If I could help

anyone, I'd help myself.

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- Hello, Kudensky.

- Hi.

(dramatic music)

- How come you're on time, Weaver?

Clock wrong?

- I figured you old men need your sleep.

- Sure thing you don't

with all those dames.

- How do you afford

it on a guard's salary?

- Oh, I got that on chewing gum.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

- So in the show, I

gotta pass for the library.

(dramatic music)

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- Luke, Luke.

Luke.

- Don't get your eyeballs hot, big man.

- Why not keep me waiting up all night?

- Get up and hand it over.

- To me, Weaver, not to him.

- What'll it do?

What we have to.

- But he's still alive.

- You must like the cut of our clothes.

- Remember, Weaver, he

called you by your name.

(whistling)

- Who is it?

(dramatic music)

- Novak.

Everything's off, go back to yourself.

- What happened?

- Nothing, forget you were here,

and forget what you're

seeing, go back to yourself.

- Seeing what?

A guard.

- I said forget it, now go on.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- You got the generator room key?

- Yeah.

- Get in there and pull

those transformer switches.

About 30 seconds.

- What was it?

(dramatic music)

- Give me a hand with

these boxes, will ya?

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

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- Sergeant Hayes is here with Novak, sir.

- Hey, is this guy mixed up in it?

- Nothing to say.

- Go ahead, Em.

- Let's go Novak.

- Last night, Kudinski was killed.

The men responsible tried to

make it look like an accident.

It was murder.

Dan Buchi was captured 75 yards

from where the killing

took place seconds afterwards.

He's on his way to isolation block

to await arraignment

and trial for murder.

Do you recognize this?

- It's my library pass.

- To get there, you had to

be where the murder was done.

When it was done.

- Check Sergeant Shiller.

He was posted on a block.

He'll tell you I was

there when Kudinski got it.

- I know that.

I also know that you

never got to the library.

- Why?

What did you see that made you turn back?

- I just changed my mind.

- When he snapped your pass back in,

you said you couldn't

find the magazine you wanted.

- I just changed my mind.

- All right.

Say you weren't involved.

I don't think you

were, but what did you see?

Who else besides Dan Buchi was involved?

Remember Novak.

You have a wife you want to be with.

I could forget who he was.

I could forget what's on your record.

And a warden's opinion

carries a lot of weight

when a man appears before a parole board.

- I didn't see anything.

- The same answer I got

the first time you were here.

Only this time,

instead of you being slugged,

a guard has been murdered.

On my scale, that

weighs a lot differently.

- Look, Ed, you witnessed a murder.

The men that didn't know that

their lives are in your hands.

- Hayes, what's the

softest job in this place?

Library reference

room, the inmate's figure.

Assign Novak there.

- The library?

- Do it!

- Bill, giving Novak a

soft job like that'll mean

only one thing to the prison and the man

who killed Kudinski.

He talked.

- Doctor, why do you think he's doing it?

- Novak, when that guard was

murdered, war was declared.

So now you'll have to choose sides,

just like the rest of us,

remembering that

you're going to stay in here

till the very last day the law allows.

Stop it, Novak!

Take him out.

(door opens)

- How can you look into a mirror?

A warden either runs a

prison or it runs him.

At the moment, a guard has been murdered,

and there isn't enough evidence

to get a cemetery

transfer for the men who did it.

That means that the

inmates are running me.

- Doctor, I want the

men who killed Kudinski

to get them to a gas chamber.

I've got to have a witness who will talk.

Novak just voted himself in.

- I don't think he

deserves to be murdered.

- All he has to do is

talk, and he will talk.

- Bill, you don't change a man like that.

Get him to talk through fear.

I know.

- Why don't you take that

shelf of books of yours on Freud?

- It wasn't any book

that taught me this, Keller.

I came here from the same kind of a

gutter that kid did.

We both hate what's

wrong with what we saw,

but he still hates what's right.

Before you ever change

his mind, he'll be dead.

- There'll be a guard

assigned to protect him.

What if he turns his back

or bends down for a moment

to tie his shoe?

- Just so he looks up in

time to see who did it.

In my book, that's a fair exchange

for the killers of a guard.

- That'll be all, Doctor.

Send the reporters in.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

- Morning, Mr. Holloway.

- Morning.

I'll have to check it in the file code.

You better come with me.

(somber music)

- Hello?

- Library?

- Give me Officer Borgum.

- See you.

- Hello?

- This is Holloway in

the yard captain's office.

You're to report here immediately.

- What about Novak?

- He'll be all right.

Someone's on his way there now.

Hurry it up, the captain's waiting.

(somber music) (doorbell rings)

- Yard captain's office, Holloway.

- Borgum speaking.

- You're not on your way here yet.

- Just starting, yeah.

- Thanks, Mr. Holloway.

(somber music)

- Where do I find this?

- It's in the back files in the basement.

I'll have to get it.

- All right.

(somber music)

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- That's enough!

I said that's enough!

- What'd you tell him, Eddie?

- Nothing.

- Then why did they give you this job?

- You're gonna have to trust me.

- Understand me, kid.

We're in the clutch.

And when we are, we can't trust anyone,

not even ourselves.

So remember this.

If one word, one single

word about that killing

is leaked out, a couple

of my lovelies outside

will be gunning for your wife.

- No.

Nice lock door.

You think I'd be lying here right now?

Or would I be stashed

away safer than the gold

of Fort Knox?

- Oh, he's cute.

That killer is as cute as a bug in a rug.

- It's hard not to like a cutie like him.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

- Warden, I would

never have left him alone,

except that I made a

phone call to the sergeant.

- Warden, try the warehouses.

I understand they need truck loaders.

Truck loaders don't have to think.

- What's in your mind, Bill?

- It seems that your pet skunk is safe.

Marlin found me out.

- Maybe it isn't Marlin.

- It is Marlin.

It's in his smile as I go by.

It's in the air I breathe.

It's in the face of

every inmate I look at.

Hey, Keller, even with all

your laws and guns and bars,

you can't protect one of

your own from Marlin's men.

So how do you expect to protect us

if we're crazy enough to obey

your laws instead of our own?

- Doctor, I want your help.

- For Marlin?

I'm 30 years and a

thousand unshed tears too late.

- Novak.

- I know I'm Warden, and

we've had our disagreements.

But not because I'm against your work.

I know that everyone in this

place needs psychiatric help.

But if I began looking

at them as sick people,

I'd never be able to do a job.

And until people on the

outside feel differently,

my job is to run a cage.

But on Novak, you and

I can work together.

How?

Convince him that he needs treatment. Maybe get him on that couch of yours.

Then when he opens up,

get him to talk about

what he saw last night.

- And report it to you?

- I know you wouldn't do that.

- So you'll have to bug the room.

The day you try it is the day I leave.

Saw a murder goes unpunished,

a prison ready to blow up in my face.

The papers eating my heart

out and they were right to.

What side are you and your ethics on anyway?

You're as nutty as he is.

Worse.

Sometimes I think

we're all a little nutty.

Though in different ways.

So you won't help.

I didn't say that.

Bill, will you let me try it?

My way.

- Operator.

- Hang along, just a minute. Hang along distance.

- Elect.

- Where are we going?

- Come on.

- Around this corner.

- Frances, Frances.

- What did you say?

- Frances, I love you.

- Oh, darling.

- How have you been?

- Oh, fine.

Fine.

- The very first day

I asked Mr. B to come.

They turned me down.

So when I walked in here just now,

you can figure out how

surprised I was then.

- Why didn't you come here?

- They told me about the guard.

The one who was killed.

- The dirty stick.

- Eddie, please tell them what you saw.

- I didn't see anything.

- Please, any of your own sake.

- Frances, I can't.

- All right.

Then for my sake,

I need you there beside

me when the baby comes.

I want you there badly.

Now please tell them.

- Don't you understand that

it is for your sake that I--

- That you what?

That you're a bookie?

That you're in jail?

That you buy me mink?

You give me everything I can ask for

except what I want, need--

- Frances, get off my back.

(dramatic music)

- Frances.

- Frances.

- I need you with me when the baby comes.

I want you there badly.

- Please tell them.

- They bugged that phone.

- Doing that won't change the facts, Ed.

- So you're part of it too?

- I had your wife brought here.

Hoping she might change your mind.

- Well, it didn't work.

- It's not finished yet, Novak.

- I contacted the doctor

taking care of your wife.

Stanbury?

He told me she should never have a child.

He told her too, but she

knew how much you wanted a baby

so she lied.

Lied?

- No.

No, the doctor said all he said was

that she needed special care.

Not to worry about anything.

That's all.

- Not to worry about

anything, that's all.

Her condition's worse.

It's a trick.

Call Stanbury.

Ask him my treat.

The doctor's wrong.

A quack.

- You know you're wrong. - I'm sorry. A quack.

- You know you picked the best.

We asked you, Dr. Stanbury,

a very important question.

How much difference

would it make to your wife

if you were free and there beside her

when the child is due to be born?

He said it might make the difference.

Right now, I could peg you

with enough to keep you here

until your joints creak.

But I'm offering you a deal.

Talk in a courtroom about what you saw

and you'll be a free

man there in that hospital

when her time comes.

Don't end you stay.

- I can't.

Even if I wanted to, I can't.

- Your wife and child, Ed,

or the men who murdered Kudinski.

- You've got no right.

You're a doctor.

And you're willing to kill her.

- Novak, you're the one

who's willing to kill her.

(sighs)

- Then I'll have to take my

chances on a doctor being wrong.

- He's not wrong, Ed.

- Guard.

You picked the jungle, Novak.

Go back and live in it.

Remembering what you've done.

Take him out.

(door opens)

(engine rumbles)

- I hear your wife visited you.

It's a good sign

you're coming looking for us

instead of us for you.

- Steve, they offered me a deal.

- You told them you liked it here.

- They spoke to my wife's doctor.

She leaves me with her

when the baby's born, badly.

- Eddie, that gag's so old,

I bet they even wet down the

dust with your wife's tears.

- It's true.

Somehow you've got to get me out of here.

Money, lawyers, somehow.

But it has to be done right away.

- If it could be work, do

you think I'd still be here?

- There's one other way.

(door opens)

- The last time this place

was blasted was five years ago.

They picked up the

three guys within 24 hours.

Two of them dead and

the other wishing he was.

- One thought I could be my wife in

Mexico, South America.

- It's 101, you make it sound as easy

as walking through the door.

- With your help, it will be.

- Because we all got a stake in this.

- You mean you're

making up my mind for me?

- Yes, Steve.

- That's dangerous.

- Either way.

- Yeah, maybe we all

have got a stake in this.

- Including Weaver, use him.

- Well, think of something.

- Soon.

- Real soon. - Soon.

- Real soon.

(growling)

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Okay, if I go up the cigarette?

Go ahead.

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Dr. Louie?

- Yeah?

- Could you give me a

lift to the supply building

on your way out?

- Sure, hop in.

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Well, here we are.

Keep your foot off the brake.

When you reach that

gate, tell them to open it,

because your life depends on it.

And it does, you know the rules end.

In case of a break, the

guards have orders to shoot.

Hostages or not.

I've got a hunch we're gonna make it.

(somber music)

(tires screech)

- You and I are gonna get

out and pick up that gate.

- I'm not moving yet.

- If you don't, you never will again.

- I can't be that

wrong about a human being.

(tense music)

(gunshots)

- Hold your fire!

This is Dr. Louie, hold your fire!

(somber music)

(door opens)

- You always that free

with your fire, Weaver?

- Well, that was a rumble about an

escape, and I thought

he was trying to blast

up with you as a front.

- Well, you're mistaken.

That's something to talk to him about.

I saw I'd gone too far

and jammed on the brakes.

Car stalled, and he got

off and looked at the engine.

(tense music)

What happened?

- Better get him to a

hospital, Dr. Bruce.

(tense music)

(door opens)

(tense music)

- You're a fool, Novak.

- We're not using the knife.

- We're trusting men like Marlin.

The guard at the gate had

been tipped there'd be a break.

He was waiting for you, trigger happy.

(tense music)

- Which guard?

- Weaver.

- Weaver?

- You were lucky, now don't stretch it.

- Instead of dead to end up

with five more years in here?

- Five years?

For what?

- Covered escape.

- There was none.

Or I'd be dead with

your knife in my throat.

- What?

- Now look, Ed, you were

loyal to Marlin and his killers,

yet they did this to

you, and it won't stop here.

It never does.

- It doesn't matter what happens to me.

And to your wife?

- Leave her out of this.

- Leave her out of this.

When you're murdered,

and you will be soon,

what'll that do to the little chance

she has of pulling through?

Ed, look, my business

is to know human beings,

but I can't understand you.

Don't you feel anything

that other human beings feel?

Love, hate, fear?

What means anything to you?

- Nothing.

Not your own life.

Not even your wife and child's.

- Doc?

When I first came here,

in that first interview?

- Yeah?

- I got the idea.

What was told of

psychiatrist was like telling a priest,

it goes no further.

- What about something given

to you, written and sealed?

- It would stay that way.

- Even if the hand gets too hot to hold?

- Even if the hand gets too hot to hold.

- Can you get me a pen and paper?

And an envelope? (dramatic music)

(whistle blows)

- Billy, how you feeling?

- Better, much better.

- Big recovery, huh?

- Because I've made sure I don't catch

the same disease again.

- It's a mix of petty.

Nothing's ever certain.

- What I saw the night

Kedinsky was killed is certain.

So I wrote it down, put it into an

envelope, and sealed it.

And I gave it to someone I trust.

If I sprain my little toe,

that better goes to Warden Keller.

So now there's two

things that are certain.

- He's lying.

- You better pray he

doesn't sprain his little toe.

- Doctor.

- Hello, Bill.

You know it's a

violation punishable by dismissal

for mailing a prisoner's

letter outside of censorship.

- I'm sorry, Bill. - I didn't.

The hospital attendant

saw you give him paper

and pencil and envelope.

And Novak had no other

way of getting a letter out.

- That letter was for me.

- What did it say?

- I didn't read it.

- Doctor, we both know

what's in that letter.

I want it.

- You don't stand a chance.

If I ever gave up that letter,

I wouldn't have the right

to call myself a doctor.

- Well, if I don't get

the men who killed Kedinsky,

you won't be able to

call yourself a doctor

in this prison or in this

state or in this country.

(door opens)

- Hi, I saw you from the window.

- Nothing for you, Miss Novak.

- Are you sure?

It's the usual day.

Couldn't have slipped

to the bottom of the bag.

- If I find one for you,

I'll bring it to your door.

- You know how it is when

your husband's on the road.

- Sure.

Salesman is a hard on

the fee as a mailman.

- Yeah.

- Oh, hi, hi.

Good morning.

- How's tricks, Mrs. Archer?

- Any mail for me?

She didn't get one?

- No, Miss Archer.

- How long is he supposed to be in?

- About a year, I heard.

What a way to have a baby.

(car door closes)

(knocking on door)

- Just a minute.

(door opens)

- Mrs. Novak?

- Yes?

- Police.

If you don't mind,

we'd like you to come down

to the station with us.

- Is my husband all right?

- What we want to talk about

can only help your husband, ma'am.

- Oh, well, I get my coat.

(car door closes)

- In my condition,

lucky it's not a sports car.

(car engine rumbles)

- Which way are you going?

- Through Market Street West.

- Oh.

(car engine rumbles)

- There's no precinct station that way.

- Sit back, lady.

- You're no police.

- That's right.

(car engine rumbles)

(screams)

- You're better than a sleeping pill.

(dramatic music)

- Mrs. Archer, this is

Lieutenant Soberman, Bryant.

- What do you do?

- How do you do?

- Please sit down, Mrs. Archer.

- Lieutenant Murray tells

me the first time he asked.

- He refused to come down here.

- We brought you here

because we want to ask you

a few questions about Mrs. Novak.

- I don't know anything.

- Your mailman told us he's

tried for a couple of days

to deliver a letter to her.

She hasn't been home, she

left no word she was leaving.

Seems she just disappeared.

He says Elasti Sover was getting in a car

with a couple of men.

He was too far away to recognize them.

You remember that you were

still standing by the mailboxes.

Did you get a look at them?

- I don't remember a thing

about what they look like.

So there's no use you

questioning me about anything.

- Mrs. Archer, we know that you're not

Mrs., but Miss Archer.

Now we aren't

interested in causing any trouble

or unwanted publicity for

either you or your friend,

Mr. Colson of the

Maschine and Tool Company.

All we want is your help.

Will you give it to us?

- Mr. Colson is just a friend.

But you understand if

his wife found help.

- We understand.

- I just got a quick look at one of them.

He's hard to describe

except he wore a dark suit.

- That's why we have this machine.

It's called an identical.

With it and your help,

we're going to try to construct

a likeness of the man

you saw with Mrs. Novak.

Turn out the lights, Mary.

Now the first thing we're interested in

is the general construction of the face.

Do any of these look like it?

- That's something like it.

- Good.

Now for his hair.

Was he bald, receding, full

head of hair, straight or curly?

- Full and straight, I think.

Yes, like that.

He parted it to the side.

- You're doing fine.

Now for the ears.

I'll lower them a little.

- Those, I think.

- Good.

Next to the eyes.

Now as they go across the screen,

try to detach them from the face.

Just think of their

expression as you remember it.

- That pair.

They're doing very well.

Now the nose.

- I'm not sure, but could

we hold that one temporarily?

- Of course.

Alas, is the mouth.

Was it large or small?

- Sort of large.

- Like that one.

Yes, that one.

- Now you have the whole picture.

What do you think?

- I guess it should look

like him, but it doesn't.

- Sometimes small changes

can make a big difference.

- He looked tougher.

- I'll put in some different eyes.

- I'll put in some different eyes.

- Shorten the nose.

- Yes, that looks like him.

It really does.

- Bryant, Murray, any ideas?

- Maybe Eddie Colosso or Danny Rock.

- Colosso or Rock?

Maybe Heine Parnell.

Let's pull the pictures out of the files.

Lights.

(footsteps)

- Okay, let's try

what we have for a start.

- No, that's not him.

Yes, that's him.

I'd know him any place.

- Pine Parnell.

- Sit down, no bad.

This is Lieutenant Soberman.

You know, Mac, you got bad news for you.

Your wife hasn't been seen in her

apartment for two days.

You tried her sister?

- Relatives, friends,

hospitals, asylum, amnesia file.

- Morgue?

- Not a sign of her.

She's just gone.

- It's true, Ed.

- There's one clue.

We question her, Mrs. Archer.

Lives in your apartment house.

She identified this guy as one of two men

who left the apartment with your wife the

last time she was seen.

His name's Heine Parnell.

We thought you might know

him, or he could be found.

Do you know him?

- I can't help him.

- It's no use, Soberman.

- Hanson.

- All right, Novak, you can go back.

(door opens)

(door opens)

- Heine Parnell sends you our message.

- Where's my wife?

- Couple of days.

Look for her at the bottom of the river.

She'll be the dame

wearing the cement shoes.

- Let her go.

- Sure, Eddy.

As soon as you turn

that letter over to us.

- After my wife is safe.

- Okay.

One condition.

You'll be with us until your wife's let

go, until that letter is in our hands.

- All right, Marlon.

- No reason we can't be

friends when this is over.

- No reason.

How's it gonna be done?

- You'll be told.

- Come in.

All right, sit down.

Doctor, I know what's

happened to my wife.

I know how to get her

back, but I need your help.

- Anything I can.

- Then be in your office tomorrow night.

At 8.25, you'll get a

telephone call from her.

- You still got the letter?

- Yeah.

- First make sure she's all right.

Then leave it in back of the

steam plant by the main valve.

- At 8.30 sharp.

You're giving it to Marlon?

- I've got no choice.

- Ed, Ed, don't you realize

that once you lose that letter,

the only thing that stops him from

murdering you is gone?

- What should I do instead?

Let her be killed by his mugs on the

outside instead of me?

- Your wife.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - You're not a man. - A wife.

- So that's why you've

been silent all this time.

- I was wrong in protecting him.

It's so wrong that my

wife is paying for it too.

- You could stop being wrong.

- It's too late.

- Somewhere, somewhere,

there's got to be an end to this.

You could make

another copy of the letter.

- Do you think they'll

have my wife alone after that?

- She could be watched, guarded.

- For how long? A month, a year, two

years, and then it would happen.

- Ed, it's the only thing you can do.

- Or me.

- How long will men like that go on?

- I guess they go on forever.

As long as this guy's like me.

[dramatic music]

[whistle blows]

- Hey, what's the bracing for the show?

I need four or five men to help me take

it from the machine shop.

- Okay.

[dramatic music]

- You, I need four men.

Pick her.

- You three.

- I said four beside yourself.

- I'll pick another.

- Eddy?

[dramatic music]

[whistle blows]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[footsteps]

- Give me the gun.

- A shot might be heard.

- There'll be none.

Just get back here as soon

as you get rid of that letter.

- Why do I have to be here?

- Novak was sore

because of when you shot him.

He had a knife and he went for you.

Well, he saved you

but killed him doing it.

- I don't have a hole.

- Nothing's gonna happen.

- She helped me get in trouble.

- Your trouble began with

the first buck you took.

Now do the rest of what you're supposed

to do and get back here.

[bell ringing]

- Dr. Louis speaking.

- Mrs. Frances Novak.

- I was instructed to call you.

I'm safe.

- Where?

- At a drugstore at 7th and Grant.

- If this isn't a trick, if they're

really not holding you,

begin your next sentence

with the word "doctor."

- Doctor, I--I'm safe.

- The men abroad can't be left.

- They're waiting outside in the car.

I think they want to make sure that I got

through to you all right.

Now look, Frances, this might be a trick.

They might pick you up again.

They could grab you once they think

you've told us you're safe.

Hold on.

- Operator.

- Operator, hold this call.

And get me Lieutenant Silverman, central

headquarters in the city.

- Silverman speaking.

- Lieutenant, this is Dr.

Louis in the state prison.

Mrs. Novak is in a drugstore

phone booth at 7th and Grant.

How soon can you get a squad car there?

- 7th and Grant?

Less than a minute. What's happened?

- Please don't ask questions.

Just make sure she's safe.

Do nothing else.

You'll have to trust me.

- Okay.

- Yes, sir.

- Give me communications. Quick.

- Operator, give me that other call.

Mrs. Novak, the squad car in the area,

it's on its way there now.

- My husband.

Is he all right?

- He's fine.

Fine.

Your job is to take care of yourself.

[sirens]

- Doctor.

The car just left.

When they heard the police, Sarah.

- Good. I'll have to leave you now.

[sirens]

Now.

[sirens]

I guess we've got the letter.

Aren't you afraid it's going to be a little noisy in here?

[sirens] - Steve. You got the

letter? I thought it was all over.

- Almost.

- You made a deal.

- It can't be kept.

- I think it has to be.

- Yeah.

Maybe you're right, string bean.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. [sirens]

- You told me once he even

took a bullet meant for you.

He was your friend.

- I've got no friends.

I can't afford friends.

It works out neat for

when Weaver gets back.

String bean got killed

saving a guard in a fight.

- Steve, it's taken me a long time.

But there's something more important than

me or my wife living.

It's guys like you dead.

- You fool.

Where can he go?

Come on.

- Where the shot come from?

- Sounds like the machine shop.

Pick up men and guns

at the armory. Come on.

[gunshots]

- Get over here! [gunshots]

- Weaver, take this gun.

Come on. There's trouble.

Come on, Weaver.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

- Look out, got it.

- Don't let's go back.

Don't let's go back.

- Better make sure.

[gunshot]

- They're trying to kill him.

- Fire at her.

[gunshots]

- Weaver, use that gun.

[gunshot]

- Weaver, you're crazy.

- Crosses, I tell you.

- Surrender her in there.

- We don't stand a chance.

- Hold your fire.

- We're coming up.

- Why did they do it to me?

They could easily sit with me.

- Why did they do it to you, Weaver?

- You better need me.

You'll be all right.

[gunshots]

- You know it also has a mother.

Come on.

Here we are.

- Come in.

- Eddie.

- Francis.

- I thought you'd be gone.

- The doctor fixed it so I can stay,

until you got over the anesthetic.

- When will you be able to stay for good?

- Soon, Francis.

He'll be out before the rest of Marlins

men know how they got in.

I guess guys like

that don't go on forever.

- Hey, I forgot to ask.

We got a boy or a girl?

- I'd like to name you Edward, after you.

- A son!

You bet son horses I'll break his arm.

He's gonna work at a

decent job like his own man.