All language subtitles for Johnny Rocco 1958 eng

You know, I should've liked the way that

guy put that last bull away.

Yeah, it was neat.

One swipe of that shield and bingo.

Man, when that bull had to

turn, it shook the whole boring.

Hey, Dan, what do they call

those things they stick in them?

Ben Darius.

I don't go for them.

That's part of the game.

You gotta soften them up.

Well, yeah. But the

bulls ain't got a chance.

It's to act against them.

Hey, Uncle Mooney,

you know, you missed the best part when

that big red one jumped the fence.

What's the matter? Don't

Uncle Mooney like the fights?

How come you left so early?

Some business.

With those mugs and

men in the parking lot?

Shut up. Run off with a mouth and grass

will sweep, will you?

And you drive a man nuts.

[engine noise]

Hey, Dad. There's a cop following us.

Don't slow down. Step on it.

My kid's in the back.

Let's take the ticket.

You know this camera's hot and losing.

- He's dead. - Ain't she gonna stop?

On the floor, kid. Quick.

I said, on the floor.

I told you to get down!

He's got us.

Get in the car.

No, no, don't touch that. Here.

We've got to work our dinos. I'll take

you and the kid home.

I'll get rid of the stuff. Got the car.

Yeah.

You got ears? I said get back in the car.

You killed him. You killed him.

It was an accident. Kid,

we already quit the case.

The cop just didn't put on his brakes in time. Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Crying won't help but any kid.

You're gonna feel kind of rotten inside.

I feel the same way.

But it's happened, kid. There's nothing

we can do to change it.

You gotta wipe it out of your mind.

Well, if you don't grab some sleep,

you're gonna play lousy ball, am I?

I'll tell you what. I'll

buy you a new man, huh?

Wh-why-why didn't you do it?

Johnny, get this straight.

Your old man didn't do it. Oh, I've always hated cop

Shure, but I know killer Johnny.

It was Mooney.

He slammed on the brakes.

Really?

What do you mean really?

I said it. We don't lie to each other.

He'll ask me really again, I'll fetch it.

I'm... glad it wasn't you.

We... We better what?

Sc-scream.

I don't have a capsule

to catch up with this kid.

Mooney mops up good. So grab some sleep, then. Night. Good night.

Good night, kid.

Mm-hmm. That's right.

Well, skip it, doll.

We'll place the call later.

Nobody's up in Las Vegas yet.

Mm-hmm. Checked in last night.

Maybe they were delayed in Tijuana.

That's probably him now.

Hello.

Who?

Just a second.

That's the police department

asking for Inspector Garin.

Inspector Garin?

He supposed to be here or something?

Will you tell him that...

I'll get it.

Hold it just a second, Sergeant.

Come in.

Morning, Mr. Lane.

Inspector Garin.

You haven't roused with me at this hour

of the morning for a long time.

I believe you got a phone

call out there in the patio.

I'm expecting one from the crime lab.

Garin.

Inspector, these prints aren't on file.

Lieutenant Miller says

they're probably a woman's.

I'll go along with that.

Well, what about the toy?

Well, these gizmos, they

pass them out all over Tijuana.

The dog track, ILI, bullfights.

You were right about its being brand new.

This paint wouldn't hold

up two days in the sun.

Anything else in the car?

I know, I know.

Well, sip the ashes.

Run by yourself a ten-minute egg.

You heard him?

Yes, sir.

Cup of coffee, Lieutenant?

No, thanks.

Sit down.

I'll level with you fast, Lane.

I'm not here looking into your operation.

We got a whole department doing that.

Yes, I know.

It's a scandalous waste

of the taxpayers' money.

I'm strictly homicide, and the case right

now happens to be personal.

Who?

Just another cop to you.

But I knew him.

He was murdered by some slobs who from

all appearances run

their show about like you do.

But the job didn't

have your polish, Lane.

It was real clumsy.

What did it happen?

A back road about an hour out of Tijuana.

Stolen cars, stolen plates.

They'd made a pickup below the border.

On their way back, their plans were

altered by a traffic cop.

Did they shoot him?

No.

They couldn't outrun him, so they simply

slammed up brakes in his face.

Sounds like a bunch of scared kids.

What happened to the car?

Ditched and burned. We

found it two hours ago.

And they weren't punk kids, either.

We found traces of hot stuff in the car.

Mexican authorities have

been tracking that stuff,

but they followed a decoy in

Tijuana and missed the pickup.

I'm betting you didn't do it, Lane,

because there was a woman in the car.

A woman?

Your kid.

They got

fingerprints. One set, that's all.

So maybe you can

eliminate some competition.

Anybody trying to shoulder in?

On what?

Look, I don't like this cozy assumption

that I'm Mr. Ratchits

and everybody knows it.

That was investigated by

the Grand Jury and Clear.

You're a bum, Lane, and

you know every bum in town.

And you probably know

who did it right now.

If you don't, you can

find out in nothing flat.

So do yourself a favor.

If you don't, I'll have the heat turned

on your organization

up and down the ladder.

Should I throw him out?

They told you to go boil an egg.

Nose into it fast, Lane.

I don't like to see old friends smeared

on a highway like that.

Get Mooney on the phone.

Find him.

Oh.

How about you whoever started giving

maids a day off had holes in her head.

From now on, she works seven days a week.

We better hurry.

Will you stop stammering?

I told you to relax.

This hasn't been scared of.

I ain't scared.

I'm one of your pals at school.

How'd you like to bullfights?

We never even went to Tijuana.

No, kid, where'd you go?

Kevin.

That's a good place, kid.

We got lost.

I couldn't think of a

better yarn if I had to.

So relax.

[phone buzzing]

Probably the Washington.

Oh, it's you.

Get a move on.

Lane wants to see us right away.

You could have phoned.

I told you last week I didn't like you.

I could have had a drop and buy here.

Oh, hiya, Johnny.

What's the matter, can't he talk?

He's-- he's still a little upset.

He's got a right to be.

Lane isn't happy.

You think I am?

He heard about the cop

before I had a chance to check in.

Maybe we shouldn't tell him

that the kid was alone, huh?

It was your bright idea.

Tell him anything you want.

The kid's got the jitters.

Maybe better stay home from

school for a couple of days.

Fell over to be doing something.

He can come along with us.

That's the last thing I'd ever do.

Kids get along great in

school, first time in his life.

He even likes his teacher.

Grab your books, kid.

We're running late.

Come on, Johnny.

Make it snappy, huh?

[door opens]

You better hurry, kid.

This is my fail.

Here's your lunch money.

If I'm not around when you get

home, you work up a ball game

and taking a show.

Come on, kid.

[door opens]

I don't think you're being very smart.

No?

Well, after last night,

it's my turn to be stupid.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I know it's a sign proposition, but I'm

afraid you'll have to count me out.

I'm going back east for a while.

That's small, but mostly, you

know how it affects my sinus.

Well, anyway, we'll keep in touch.

Give my best to Helen, huh?

Right.

Good morning, Mr. Lane.

Johnny.

Leaving town, Gordon?

Yeah, I'm flying to

Chicago in exactly 33 minutes.

Where's the stuff?

Stashed him.

You ought to leave it there.

All right, who was she?

She.

What are you talking about?

Don't blame me for it.

Dom, they found her

fingerprints in the car.

There were no fingerprints in that car.

I steamed it before I burned it.

I don't care what you did.

I tell you, they found

her fingerprints in the car.

She could have dropped

the purse, the lipstick.

Now, there's no day.

They could have mistaken my

kids' prints for a woman's.

Kid?

Your boy Johnny went along, Tony?

Well, I figured it was a

cinch that crushed the body.

You'd see the customs, we'd see him in

the back of that plane.

All right, cancel my reservation.

See if you can get me a later flight.

Beautiful in there.

I brought you out here because I thought

you were smart, Tony.

You think I like my

kid messed up in this?

Bad enough he's got me for an old man

without my rubbing

his nose and what I do.

All right, easy.

Here's another thing.

I don't like working in the dark.

The bullfights were half over before I

found out what deal was on.

Never pull anything like that again.

All right, let's not

get hysterical, Tony.

Nothing's going to happen to your kid.

The police are looking for a woman.

I know a wonderful school in Switzerland.

In fact, my daughter goes there.

Johnny's staying right where he is.

You don't have to worry about him, Raton.

Yeah, I know, but sometimes children like

to brag and look tough, Tony.

He's not very proud of what he saw.

Anyway, Mr. Lane,

business-wise, I take my orders.

My private life is my own.

I think I know what's best for my kid.

What's best for your kid ain't

necessarily best for us.

You're so worried.

Maybe you ought to go to Switzerland.

What about the kid?

So scared he can hardly talk.

When he gets his voice back, he might

start to blab everything.

You better keep an eye on him.

Don't forget your common denominator.

I forgot.

Johnny, did your parents object to your

taking the polio shots?

No, ma'am. I've...

Johnny, are you feeling all right?

Did you lose your polio card?

I... I forgot.

Oh, don't worry. There's plenty of time.

You bring it tomorrow.

I'm going to be here.

My boys and girls, will you please

continue with your fractions

while I take these to the office?

Why, why don't you tell you scared?

You're smart.

You're smart.

You come up in my office.

And the rest of you, get in

your seats and stay in one.

Regulations require that I expel him.

I think his family should

place him in a private school.

If they don't institute

some corrective measures,

it's going to become a

case for juvenile authority.

This isn't the first infraction.

He's been in one brawl

after another since he enrolled.

You must admit, Mr. Farrington, that his

fights are becoming less frequent.

I'm sorry. If I can't

treat it as lightly as you.

Why, he was a little... a

little animal, a savage.

I've been trying to explain to you that

there's something bothering the boy.

I don't know what, but I noticed that the

first thing this morning...

Well, he can scarcely talk.

Hiya, kid.

I've been waiting.

Come on, get in. I'll give you a lift.

Thanks. Thanks. I will walk.

Your dad asked me to pick you up.

Hey, Johnny.

Johnny, come back.

I only know he's emotionally

disturbed, ready to explode.

That's why he fought so furiously.

You know, Lois, an outsider would think

that you were the boy's mother

the way you were defending him.

Tell me, why is he so special to you?

I don't know.

Well, when he came here, he was a... a

these, dems and those kid.

You know, a real little toffee with fifty

chips on each shoulder.

But when you reach him and... and get

under that tough little shell,

you will find out that he's bright and

quick and curious and animated.

Well, I see he's

doing seventh grade math.

Oh, you ought to read a paper

he wrote on what I like best.

Well, I got the usual horses, ice cream,

summer vacations,

baseball from the others, but...

Johnny liked his dad best.

But be my guess that Mr. Rockwell is a

very wonderful person.

Do you think it would be any

help to talk to his parents?

I'll do anything to keep

you from expelling him.

All right, Lois.

I'll give you one more brawl.

Thank you, sir.

Where's Johnny Rockwell?

I thought he was in there with you.

I stepped out for a moment.

When I came back, he was gone.

Oh, I'm sorry, Father.

No matter, son.

I wish more people were in

such a rush to get to church.

Something to matter, son.

Some of the boys chasing you?

No, sir.

Hey, George, I know

you. Your name's Johnny.

Yes, sir.

I sneak in here

sometimes with Jimmy Zuvo.

Of course you're on the same

team as him in Little League.

What do you mean, "sneak"?

Well, my old man wouldn't go for it if he

knew I was hanging out in a church.

I see. You're off limits.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

My old man says...

Don't be nervous, son. I

like to hear these things.

What did your old man... I

mean, what did your father say?

Well, he don't think

priests are any better than cops.

Oh, this should be very stimulating.

Would you care to step into my office?

This way.

Here we are.

Come on in, lad, and have a seat.

Go ahead, old man.

Despite a such opposition at home, your

religious fervor is most encouraging.

What started you coming here?

Well, uh...

Jimmy says that people can

talk and they don't get around.

That's right. That's partly the idea.

Would you care to step

across the hall and confess?

Confess? I ain't got nothing to confess.

Slow down, slow down. I understand.

It's just an

off-the-record chat you want.

Yeah. Well, shoot.

What's bothering you?

They kicked me out of school.

They kicked me out six

times when I was a boy.

And it generally involved a

scrap. You know, fisticuffs.

What school?

Lee Street. Lee Street?

Why, I know the principal over there and

most of the teachers.

My teacher is Miss Mayfield.

Lois is a member of our congregation.

No kitten?

No kitten. And you can bet your boot

she'd never let one of her pupils down.

Still, that don't help the worst part.

Oh, what's that?

Going home.

My old man will flail

the daylights out of me.

I don't believe it.

You don't know him.

Anyway, should I take it on

the lam a couple of weeks?

Or just not to tell him and pretend I can

go into school while you and Miss

Mayfield work it out?

No, that'd be deceitful.

Go home and tell your

father. Lay it on the line.

Boy, you sure make it sound simple.

You ain't the one hitting the strapping.

All right. If you wish,

I'll go home with you.

You flipped. I wouldn't walk in there

with a priest, not even

if you'd change your suit.

But you might put in a

good one with a principal.

Be glad to.

What's your last name, Johnny?

Oh, I guarantee it won't get round to

your father that you've

been consorting with priests.

That's a deal.

My name is Johnny Rocko.

And you can tell the principal I promised

never to slug them yellow crawling,

creepy wise acres again.

I'll do it.

And what's your end of this deal?

I... I tell my old man what happened.

That's the ticket, Johnny.

When you know something

that should be told, tell it.

It's the man who comes clean,

no matter how much it hurts.

Don't ever try to kid yourself by ducking

or hiding from the truth.

But... but what if

telling her somebody else?

Oh, I don't think telling the truth ever

hurt anyone in the long run.

I don't buy that.

Oh, you don't? Well, anyway,

I've enjoyed our talk, Johnny.

I wish you'd drop round more often. I'd

love to chew the fat, will you?

Yes, sir.

Shake.

There, now we're

friends. You see? Off you go.

Hello, Johnny. Hold on a

minute. Don't be scared, Johnny.

What are you doing? Running to a priest.

I... I...

Told them about the accident, huh?

No. I... I...

Come on, Johnny. This is your Uncle

Mooney. You know

better than try to fool me.

I don't like you anymore.

I like you, Johnny, and

I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about your old man, too.

When the cops hear about that accident,

find out it wasn't an accident.

Your old man will get the gas chamber.

He... he... he didn't do it.

You...

How do you do, sir?

Oh, good afternoon, father. Hey, Johnny.

I take it you're Johnny's father.

No, no, his dad just

asked me to pick him up.

Look at him go.

You're having a problem, father?

In what way?

The only way you can imagine.

Fighting, stealing, truancy, lying.

That's too bad. I had quite a chat with

the boy. He seemed to

be telling the truth.

What was his beat?

Oh, a scrap at school. I suppose they

threatened to expel him.

Stan is thinking to send her to the

military academy. Strict discipline.

That's what that kid needs.

But he seemed to like this school. He was

anxious that I speak to the principal.

Oh, I suggest you

forget about it, father.

You've had enough worries, I know.

But I promised the boy.

I'll tell him I told you

to forget about it, father.

Thanks, sir.

Excuse me.

Which is the Rocco apartment?

Mr. Rocco lives in apartment 412. Thank you. I've been waiting for you, kid.

Mr. Rocco?

Sure thing, Jack. What can I do for you?

I'm Lois Mayfield, Johnny's teacher.

Oh, come right in, Jack.

I see what the kid means.

I beg your pardon?

He seemed to think

you're pretty much okay.

What's the matter? Are you

in a scrape or something?

Not exactly.

Oh, it's polio shot.

Yeah, I okayed him all right. He walked off and forgot this. Here. Thank you. But that's not what I

came for, Mr. Rocco.

Well, if you break a

window, smack some panty waste.

Don't worry. Whatever

it is, I'll square it.

I'm afraid it's a little

more involved than that.

Is Johnny's mother home?

No, he hasn't got a mother. She's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, don't break up, Jack.

It happened a long time ago.

She went out when he came in.

They say, can I fix your drink? No, thanks. Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. They say, can I fix your drink?

No, thanks.

Oh, grab a chair, Jack.

What's the big involvement?

Well, Johnny was almost expelled from

school today, Mr.

Rocco, because of a fight.

Oh, fighting again, huh?

Look, I told that kid

to cut out scrapping.

If you wanted me to

give him a look enough--

No, no, no, no.

I've already talked to

our principal about Johnny,

and he's going to

give him another chance.

Well, I sure appreciate

you're going to bat for him, Jack.

If you don't mind, my name isn't Jack.

Sorry, I call all names Jack.

Okay, Miss Mayfield, I

think I get the picture.

You want me to keep the kid in line?

That, yes.

But there's a bigger problem.

Johnny's suddenly begun to stammer.

Well, lots of kids do that.

Maybe you had a bad dream that'll pass.

Mr. Rocco, I don't enjoy upsetting you,

but I've seen this sort of thing before.

Well, there are

consonants Johnny can't sound.

Breathlessness, involuntary hesitation,

and it's all come on so

suddenly, so unaccountably.

Well, those kids have

been giving him a rough go.

He's on edge.

The children don't really bother him.

No, today he behaved as

if he were terribly afraid.

That kid's not scared of anything.

What are you trying to give me?

Facts.

Has he been hurt?

Has he seen an

accident, a fire, a drowning,

anything at all that could shock him?

No, no.

And stop trying to make such a big deal

out of it, will you?

Just skip it, Jack.

Do you love your son?

That's a silly

question. He's all I've got.

Then act as if you're

interested in helping him.

He could have been hit on

the head with a baseball bat,

and you wouldn't even know.

Easy, Jack.

Mayfield!

Look, you've got a wonderful boy.

He's all full of possibilities.

I'm trying to tell you

there's something wrong with him.

Something dreadful.

Something that might

afflict him the rest of his life.

And when I come here, hoping that you're

going to help me get to the cause of it,

all you say is skip it, Jack.

All right, Mr. Rockwell, I'll skip it.

Miss Mayfield!

Miss Mayfield.

Don't lose your interest,

little kid, because of me.

You're the first game he's ever gone for.

I should say, lady.

I mean, you're really

getting somewhere, madam.

Don't quit him. He needs you.

It's just that...

Well, just don't pick his brains.

If there is something really bothering

him, let me feel him out, huh?

The kid and me are like that, you know?

Yes, I know.

All right, I will. I'll do whatever I

can, without picking his brains.

You do that.

You find out what's frightening him and

destroy that fear before it takes root,

who leaves a lasting scar.

It's a deal, Jack.

Say, can I drive you home?

No, thanks. It's just a short walk.

After that conversation, you're not going

to send him back to school, huh?

Mooney, I told you this morning, I don't

like you dropping in here.

I tried to pick up the kid.

I tried to tell you. I told you. I told you, you're going to get the kid. I told you. I told you.
I told you. I told you. You're going to get the kid. I'm going to be here. I'm going to pick up the kid.

You what?

Well, they suggested that I tell them.

You know, I had to

chase him for ten blocks.

Why, you dirty...

Why, you're the one

that's going to stop him.

You ever take after my kid again, huh?

Rocco, Johnny ducked into a church.

A Catholic church, he talked to a priest.

They got confessions in

a Catholic church, Rocco.

- A priest don't talk. - Yeah, I know.

But it shows the kid is

itching to get it off his chest.

You're not going to get any of your nuts.

Yes, Johnny.

Look, I'll take care of the church.

Now, you scram.

I don't want to see any.

It's been a pretty rough day, huh?

I've got a hunch it's going to be a

little hard rough for me.

I know all about it.

I got news for you.

He's back in school.

Huh?

Your teacher stopped

by. She squared the beef.

She's a good egg.

Hey, no.

Don't try to talk right now, sit down.

Johnny, today was your last fight.

I mean it, kid.

Now, here's another thing.

You got to stop this

stammering right now.

Yes, sir.

You see, what it is is deep

down inside, you're scared.

Now, we both know

what you're scared about.

But I won't let anything

ever happen to you, kid.

Never worry about that.

I'm not.

I won't.

Worried about Mooney? Forget him.

He's out of your hair for good.

I'm worried about you.

Would you stop worrying about me if I...

cut off my connections and

started over again clean?

That's exactly our plan, kid.

But remember, you just

don't cut off guys like Mooney.

I gotcha.

You'll quietly slip out of their lives.

So now you can start feeling better.

Let's hear you say pepper.

Pepper.

Ball.

Ball.

See, there's nothing to it.

You're right.

There's something else.

What?

You talked to a priest.

Except Father Gitzel will cross me.

I should have listened to you.

Did he phone you?

No, it was Mooney. He told me.

I said that.

Oh.

Since when did you

start talking to the priest?

How did you meet him?

He coaches one of the ball teams and

Jimmy Dougal sings in his choir.

I see.

What'd you tell him?

He said I got kicked out of school.

Well, I don't want you

going to anymore here.

Yes.

I'll drink your milk.

What's the matter?

Aren't priests any good?

I didn't say they weren't.

It's just...

It was just something personal with me.

How come?

They make me feel

creepy. That's how come.

Do I have to explain?

I'm going to be

feeling like a million bucks.

I run into a priest and I

feel sour the rest of the day.

Does that make it clear?

That priest don't make me feel creepy.

Johnny, come here.

Come here.

Of course.

If you got a yen for religion and stuff

like that, you can wear it.

Would you get it?

This is your mother's gift.

She was not the good

chick. The very best.

I'm afraid when she died,

she left a couple of orphans.

Here.

Here.

When I took you out of that

private school in Chicago,

I wanted you to be near me.

I don't want you fighting

and growing up to be a muck.

But that doesn't mean I want

you hanging around that church.

So stay away from me, I understand.

Yes, sir.

I'll throw on a shirt.

We're going to grab a stick.

Great.

And for Pete's sake,

shut up that stammering.

Boys and girls, you didn't do too well in

America this morning,

so we're going to do it

again before we dismiss.

Will you please rise?

Thanks.

Oh, that was much better.

Class dismissed.

Bye.

Bye.

So, Johnny, can I see you for a minute?

You seem beautifully, Johnny.

Don't give me that awe.

And there's something

else I discovered this week.

You don't have any trouble with words

when you're singing.

Now, why is that?

I don't know. I just

like this thing, I guess.

I think that's going to

be the key to helping you.

As a matter of fact, I

decided that yesterday.

So I've set up an audition for you.

A what?

A tryout. Somebody's

going to hear you sing.

Not me, Jack.

What did you say?

I meant, Miss Mayfield.

Holy cats!

Singing is recesses.

Don't be silly. You

love to sing, don't you?

Yeah, but you can like to do

something without doing it.

Excuse me, Miss

Mayfield. This is for you.

Oh, thank you, Bobby.

I have to go to Mr. Farrington's office.

Would you please clean off the blackboard

for me and I'll be right back.

And this is the attitude

test for the sixth grade.

You want to see me, Mr. Farrington?

There's a man from the police department

in my office. He wants to see you.

Me?

He just wants a little information, Lois.

Nothing to worry about.

That's right.

I'll call you back later.

Miss Mayfield?

Yes.

I'm Inspector Garron.

Why don't you be seated?

Thank you.

Mr. Farrington was kind

enough to let me use his office.

I might add that he

speaks very highly of you.

Let me begin by saying that I'm here to

ask your help, Miss Mayfield.

And however you decide, this conversation

is strictly confidential.

I understand.

Frankly, you first

interested us as a suspect.

You say we're looking

for a certain woman.

Well, this was taken outside.

I had a problem with my wife, Tony

Rocco's, apartment last Monday afternoon.

While we were checking you out,

fingerprints and so forth,

we learned of your

interest in Rocco's son.

The police are interested in the father.

Could I ask why?

He's one of three or four

prime suspects in a murder case.

Well, I certainly hope

your suspicions are unfounded.

How well do you know

Rocco, Miss Mayfield?

Horribly at all.

Outwardly he's brash,

perhaps, a bit cold,

but underneath I suspect he's very warm.

He worships his son.

Well, he feels different about cops.

So that you won't be

swayed by your emotions,

let me tell you that Rocco was

long past due, Miss Mayfield.

Back east as a kid, he

was king of the Rat Packs.

He did a stretch in Jersey

State 10 before he was 20.

He's had his fingers in everything.

Out here in less than eight months, he's

already number three or

four boy in a local syndicate.

So feeling sorry for the son doesn't

accomplish anything.

The boy's got to find out.

And you're in a position to get

information that might help us pin a

murder rap on Tony Rocco.

I wouldn't.

I couldn't.

I'm only interested in helping that boy,

not in destroying his idol.

You don't care if his

idol's a cop killer?

I don't believe that.

I don't believe it either, Miss Mayfield.

But I have to know where

Tony Rocco was Sunday night.

Sunday night?

That's right.

You see how wrong you are.

Mr. Rocco wasn't even in town.

He took Johnny to the

bullfights in Tijuana.

You're sure of this?

We could certainly ask the boy.

That's all he talked about last week.

He said his old man was going

to take him to the bullfights.

Why didn't I think of that before?

The fights could have upset Johnny.

He's had difficulty speaking.

Mr. Farrington mentioned it.

When did this nervousness set in?

The first of the week.

I bet I'm right.

I could be very shocking to a child the

way they slaughter those animals.

It could be shocking to

witness a murder too, Miss Mayfield.

The policeman we're talking about was

killed just out of

Tijuana last Sunday night.

He was killed in a brutal, calculated way

by some people in a car.

And I'll bet my badge that boy either was

in the car or he knows what happened.

You're not going to question him.

I have to.

Why don't you question the father? He's

the one you're after.

Miss Mayfield, you could beat Tony Rocco

all night with a rubber hose.

And he'd only grin and spit at you.

Mr. Garren, if what you say is true, then

the fact that you're a policeman would

only terrify Johnny.

He doesn't have to know I'm a policeman.

I prefer that he doesn't.

Couldn't you make it a little later?

He's very happy now. I'm

taking him to a singing audition.

Why don't we both take him? We're all

friends, Lois. I'm Fred.

The boy will be at ease in your company

and I'll go about it with gloves on.

Hey, Monie, there they are.

She's got that kitten toe again this

afternoon. I tell you, she's working on

them around the clock.

Who's the man? Maybe a psychiatrist from

the school board for Orlando.

Well, look.

Lois tells me you're one of her star

pupils, Johnny. You can sing, too.

Thanks. I'm sure glad I'm on a Saturday.

Yeah, me too. Say, Lois, what are you

doing over the weekend?

Nothing planned, Fred. Why?

Oh, I thought we might buzz down to

Ensenada, do a little fishing, and we'll

catch the bullfights on the way back.

Ever see the bullfights, Johnny? Uh, no. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I thought you said your

father took you there last weekend.

We changed our mind.

Oh.

Turn right at the next corner, Fred.

Where are we going?

Just a couple blocks from here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What'd you do instead of going to the

bullfights, Johnny? See the dog races?

We never even wanted to see one of them.

We went camping.

Camping, eh?

Sure a lot of good spots

just this side of the border.

Dad and me went the other

direction. To the desert.

Just the two of you?

When we go camping, we really get lost.

Oh, bet.

Sure a nice time of the year in the

desert. What'd you do, hon?

No. Way to look for rocks.

Say, that's an interesting hobby. I'd

like to see what you brought back.

You and the... twice of the junk we

found. We threw it away.

Funny. I think we're being followed.

Maybe it's a cop.

Why should it be a cop?

They're always passing our tickets for nothing.

They give me a headache.

Here we are.

They're going into that church again. Get

to a phone. Call Rocco.

Tell Lane what's going on.

I'll keep the car and tail that guy. I guess I was wrong.

Hey, what you trying to pull?

You're going to try out

the father Reagan's choir.

Not me, Jay.

Hey, Johnny.

I've been showed up. My boys are waiting.

Father Reagan, this is Mr. Fred Gell. I'm sorry. You're not going to be here. My boys are waiting.

Father Reagan, this is Mr. Fred Gell.

Good morning, Father.

How do you do?

So you're deceived, eh?

What are you talking about?

All the time we talked, you never so much

as hinted you could sing.

I can't. I'm not good

enough for a church anyway.

So not scramble.

Nah, son. We'll square

any beef with your father.

And your father asked me to help you.

This isn't just fun, Johnny. It's therapy.

It's going to help you speak.

Besides, if you want to quibble, singing

in church isn't

necessarily going to church.

So come on now. Let's see if you've got

as good a voice as the other one.

He did.

They went together, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I know the place.

Johnny, Johnny, no!

At ease! Quiet!

Oh, the roof's falling in.

Fellas, gather around.

I think we've found

ourselves a future tenor here.

His name is Johnny Rocco.

Hi, Johnny.

Hi, Jimmy. Hi, Pete.

Hi, Bill.

Hi, Johnny.

Get him a hymnbook,

Billy. Everybody up on stage.

Come on now. Johnny,

get in the middle, please.

We're starting with our old standby,

Arbimeria. It's on

page 15, I think, Johnny.

Oh, yeah, I know that one. We used to

sing in school in Chicago.

Well, that's fine. Keep

the book anyway, in case.

Well, what do you think, boys?

He's not only good, he's loud.

Yeah.

You're in, Johnny.

7.30 tomorrow night rehearsal, boys.

Take it easy.

Whoa.

Hey, two of you forgot your mitts.

Oh, it was like Father Reagan's got

himself a new tenor.

You sounded great, Johnny.

Wasn't it fun?

Yeah.

I really like the sing.

Do you know a destiny for Dalis?

I think so.

That's wonderful.

We're going to have a lot of fun here.

Well, what are these?

That's your casket and circlets.

Oh, me.

Let's see how they look.

Now, the rehearsal tomorrow night is the

dress for our Christmas program.

Pay particular attention

to a destiny for Dalis.

When do I wear these?

At this rehearsal tomorrow

evening and always in church.

I ain't going to get to sing with you.

Oh, yes, you will.

Sure you are, Johnny.

Say, now you look pretty sharp.

You bet he does.

Your father's going to be

very proud when he hears of this.

I'm hiding.

Get that thing off you.

Hide it.

Shut up.

A tenant so badly that

you got a Shanghai kids?

You heard me. Take it off you.

Take it off, yes.

His parents just let me sing with them.

You heard me.

Can I say something?

Listen to me.

Now get out of here.

You the fellow who dragged him here?

Drove him.

You got some special interest in him?

I'm interested in any kid

with the problems he's got.

Well, keep away from him.

Mr. Rocco.

That goes for you too, father.

The kid doesn't need you.

He doesn't need any church.

Mr. Rocco.

Let's put it this way, sir.

I think the father's need is greater.

Johnny.

Miss Mayfield.

Johnny, come back.

I'd like to explain

why I blew off like that.

You wonder why he's stammers.

I don't.

I know now.

It's a miracle the

poor kid can talk at all.

Miss Mayfield.

I think I can explain it, Rocco.

It's not the church music.

It's something else the boy might sing.

To make a remark like

that, you've got to be a cop.

Promissar.

But what I said still goes.

Stay away from the kid.

Do I have to book you to talk to you?

What's the charge?

Take your pick.

I've got all kinds of choices.

Maybe a dead cop on Sunday

night, cruelly to children.

The latter would fit you fine.

Look, let's not double talk around it.

There are no witnesses on hand.

How many people were in that car?

Who was driving?

Who was a woman?

Will you mind telling me

what you're running off about?

Why, did somebody shoot a cop?

Look, we know all about Lane's past

record and his operations.

And we know that you're tied in with him.

Now, if you were in that car, you might

duck the gas chamber by

telling us what happened.

And you'd be taking an

ugly load off your boy's mind.

He's got no load on his mind.

Why did you talk to him?

Yeah.

He told us you went camping.

Yeah, we, uh...

We hunting fish a lot.

Boy, they were really biting.

You must have fished a mirage.

The kid said you went hunting rocks.

The reason I don't book

you right now on suspicion,

I'd have to take the

boy down to juvenile hall.

Meanwhile, if you were in

that car and the kid knows it,

his life may be in danger.

What do you mean by that?

I'm referring to

those bums who tailed me,

the ones who sent you

flying to the church.

You're losing me again.

I know your crowd

better than you do, Rocco.

The tough, tougher than you are.

And if your kid knows too much,

they're not going to be

restrained by any fatherly devotion.

Ever see a kid crack up

and go to pieces, Rocco?

The personality dies, leaving

a trembling shell of a thing.

It's sickening to watch.

Anyway, don't try to leave town.

If it's in your lap,

your boy would die

before he'd squeal on you.

Men Showing Right extant Guide) All right, hold it, honey.

How are you?

Garin, homicide.

What did I do?

You're interested in tailing people.

I'm interested in finding out why.

Let's go down to headquarters.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Hello?

Yeah, I just got him.

It's a champagne flight, Tony.

The kid will get a big

bang out of Acapulco.

Look, I don't think this is necessary.

It's not a question

about what you think, Tony.

The boys are pretty upset.

Are your planes leaving

at 8.15 tomorrow night?

You'll be here at my

place with the kid at 7.30.

But why not go straight to the airport?

Well, we just want to make

sure you don't miss your plane.

Well, sure. If everybody's in such a

sweat, I'll strangle on.

It's just the timing,

Gordon. Right now, it's bad.

Ask him who was the fish

that took his kid to church.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Who did the guy turn out to be that was

warming up your kid?

Some, uh, some creep welfare worker.

Well, I hope you're right.

Just to make sure Mooney's tailing him.

Don't forget, you're

leaving tomorrow night.

Be here with the kid at

7.30, and don't be late.

Johnny.

Johnny. Johnny, are you in there?

Johnny!

You heard me call when I came in.

What are you trying to pull?

Johnny, I'm sorry.

You leave me.

You hit me for nothing.

I'm sorry, kid.

Honest, I just lost my head.

I'm your old man, kid. You

don't have to be scared of me.

I... I just wanted to...

You just wanted to sing.

You'd still like to sing

with that bunch, wouldn't you?

Will you know something?

I want you to.

Besides that, the father's

coming. You can't let him down.

Tell me, kid.

Would you go for it if I asked your

father to lend a hand in your upbringing?

I mean, kind of put him in charge.

We've been... doing okay.

Yeah, sure, but...

The sooner or later

I've got to face the music.

The sooner I do it, the

sooner you'll relax and be happy.

I ain't gonna like it if you're gone.

Don't fool yourself.

We'll both feel better.

We've been welding up a real head of

steam facing this one out.

We've got the willies like

a fighter before the bell.

We'll keep that bell's gonna ring.

When it does, you go in there swinging.

And just like that, you figure out

everything you're scared of.

All that steam pours out

and... well, it's over.

You find you can breathe easier, kid.

You... you're gonna turn yourself in?

Huh? I don't know.

I may be forced to.

It... it wasn't your fault.

No, it wasn't.

Let's face it, kid, I had a hand in it.

Why do we scram?

We can scoot right now. Run off to...

We're not running anywhere.

You'd be running the rest

of your life because of me.

See the...

So maybe I'll draw a stretch of it.

There are worse things than that.

Look, I'm glad things

are coming to my head.

It's gonna be a relief.

Anyway, Johnny, I'm

only certain of one thing.

That bell's about to ring.

I'll be doing the fight

and you'll be looking on.

It's bound to hurt us both, son.

So I'm gonna ask you a big favor, son.

No matter how things work out,

will you string along with your old man

and be a sport about it?

You know it.

I see no stammer.

You're starting to feel better already.

Come on.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

I like you some grounders

before dinner. How's that sound?

Oh, great.

Here you go.

Hey, would you come to

hear me sing tomorrow night?

I'll be there. What time is it?

7.30.

I can't think of a

better place for you to be.

About 7.30 tomorrow night.

Let's go.

Mooney goes for blondes,

Lane leans to young stuff.

We've screened every day,

and whoever so much

as winked at that mob,

except Lane's third wife.

I think hunting the

woman's a waste of time.

Inspector, if you're so

positive Rocco's son was in the car,

why don't we bring him in?

No.

I'm not gonna sweat that

kid just to get a statement.

All we've got to prove is

that he was in the car, period.

Did the boys downstairs

get anything out of Mooney?

They use your lip.

Well, let him go a few minutes ago.

I banked on a father's instincts.

I thought sure Rocco

would have phoned me by now.

I guess maybe I made a mistake.

Say, Joe.

Yeah?

If you were smuggling a quarter of a

million dollars with the hot stuff,

would you be interested

in fiddling with a toy?

Not me.

But you might buy one for a kid.

Could be your kids.

Could be.

I'm gonna give you boys a plaque for the

best bum steer of the season.

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

They're probably on the way over now.

It's not five minutes from here.

Come on, come on, Lane.

You're all up the game.

All right. Go ahead.

Boy, that's a second move. Don't you know

the guy can jump you?

How many times do I have to

tell you this ain't checkers?

There must be Rocco now.

[footsteps]

Well, if it isn't long lost.

What's the matter, kid? You spend the

time on the telephone, go.

Shut up. I just got out of jail.

You know that guy I was

tailing? He pinched me.

Turned out to be a pal of

yours, Inspector Garren.

I've been up day and

night in vetting answers.

Let me tell you guys something.

The cops are hot after Rocco's kid.

They got this deal just about sold up,

and you're sitting there

playing that phony game.

Where's Rocco anyway?

Find him.

Well, maybe they

picked up the kid by now.

They picked up his kid. Rocco

pulled the lid off everything.

All right. All right. Cut out the

hysterics. Now, you go with Dino.

Find Rocco and the kid both. We're

getting rid of them tonight.

Right. Remember, if you just get the

father, the kid will squeal.

Just get the kid the

father, squeal. We got you, Dad.

[door opens]

[suspenseful music]

If that Rocco's car all right, at least

he hasn't thrown the coupe.

He could have rented a car.

Well, we're not going to find out

standing here. Let's go.

He didn't take the

plane trip very seriously.

Yeah. He always was too independent for his own good.

Hey, Tony.

Tony!

Guess the note meant what it said.

Hey, look here.

The Christmas tree yet.

He smart the planet early. Uh-huh. [door opens]

You find anything?

The kid's clothes are still

here. They ain't even packed.

Well, come on. Let's

make us uncomfortable.

I don't like this way.

Who's he coming back here with?

Maybe the cops had him write this note.

You're jumping, Dad.

And that's the bonus level to be lame.

Could be a lot of people.

Yeah.

Hello.

Mr. Rocco.

Uh, no, this is a next-door neighbor.

Who's calling, please?

Uh, Bob, the reason--

Oh, listen, boys.

Father Ringen.

Turn it down. I can't hear myself think.

I was wondering about Johnny.

He's supposed to be here

this evening for rehearsal.

Ah, here he is now.

Sorry we're late, Robin.

We've been at my house

mending Johnny's circles.

Oh, that's wonderful, Lois. Wonderful.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, sir.

Oh, that perfectly all

right, Father. That's no bother.

See, it pays the answer to the phone.

(SINGING)

Father, Sir Ringen,

I am your father.

(SINGING) Lois.

The minute this run through is over,

they're jotting out the

bag over to your place.

I don't understand.

Just do what I ask,

please. It's important.

And try to work it without scaring them.

Oh, and, uh, give this to Father Ringen.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Don't put that silly thing away. You know

I don't carry a gun.

Getting back.

Trying to catch a plane

would have been crazy.

I got a better deal worked out.

Yeah, so will we.

We're gonna wait right here for Johnny.

You do that. You're really clubbed.

Whatever chances we got left.

Yeah, how do you make that up?

Look, Junior, I tried to tell Elaine.

I've had a stakeout on my neck all week.

He sits in a car reading comics.

Now, he knows I moseyed down here to

watch the kids sing.

If the cops decided to close in,

we'd sure make a fat bundle sitting here.

You know, he makes good sense.

The kid will be another half hour.

All right.

Dr. Rocco's the back way.

We wait for the kid there.

And drive slow. It's easy

to see if we're being tailed.

All right, boys. Very good.

Don't lose your positions.

Father, Mr. Rocco asked me to take Johnny

to my house as quickly as possible.

He seemed terribly disturbed.

He asked me to give you this.

He's a troubled man.

I'll stop the rehearsal now, Lois.

Thank you, Father.

Very good. We're not going to

rehearse again this evening.

(all cheering)

So take off your vestments

and set up the ice cream.

(all shouting)

Johnny, your father asked me to take you

to my house right away.

How come?

I don't know. Maybe he's

going to meet us there.

I'm gonna like being in the choir.

Oh, you bet.

Well, your father was

very proud of you two.

He thought you sang just beautifully.

Here's your jacket. Bye, Father.

Good night, Lois.

Good night, Father. Good night, Johnny.

Well, here we are, Johnny.

Your father will

probably be along any minute.

Come on, cheer up.

Come on in, Johnny.

So we missed the church ice cream.

What's the matter? Well, we're going to have to go. So we missed the church ice cream.

Well, I've got a whole

quart in my refrigerator.

Bet you can't guess what flavor.

You come on in here and I'll tell you.

It's black walnut. Would you like some?

No, thanks.

I mean, I'm not very hungry.

Oh, sure you are.

I've got some wonderful cookies, too.

Chocolate chip.

Dad wanted to his wash

like he was going somewhere.

Maybe that's him now.

Hello, Johnny.

Hello, Mr. Garrett.

Hello, Lois. How are things?

Fine. Fine.

Now, Johnny and I were just

going to have some ice cream.

Well, great. Count me in.

Oh, I had to talk to you.

Johnny, why don't you

turn on the television?

You come on and help me

dish up the ice cream.

Something's very wrong.

I don't know what, but Mr. Rocco asked me

to bring Johnny here.

He begged me.

I'll tell you why.

The boys are key to this

case we've been working on.

How?

We found this toy at

the scene of the killing.

We got fingerprints off of it.

I'm sure they're Johnny's.

I came here to get his prints.

But you can't do that.

You can't ask him to help the Lord and

kill his own father.

I've got to right now.

Please, press that button. Lois, the boy's life is in

danger every second of the hour.

Every mug in town is out to get him.

We can't arrest him and hold him until

we've got the goods on him.

Now, Johnny's prints match

the ones we got off of this.

Then he was in that car.

He was there.

And we can pull the

whole crummy nest of them in.

But we can't risk his life any longer by

putting off finding out.

Hey, Johnny, I'm here.

Hey, Johnny.

Oh, this is real good.

You ever see one of these things?

I thought you were my friend.

You're just a dirty cop.

My father didn't kill me. It was Moni.

Johnny, Johnny, you

can't go out for sleep.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

I'll put on an APB on Lane

in the mob and get us a car.

This has turned into a

pretty long half hour.

Yeah, what is this better

deal you've got in mind?

A chance for everybody to scrap.

I figure you ought to

blow town by car tonight.

About midnight, you can grab a train.

Lane and the boys can take

the plane any way they want.

And you?

I'm turning myself in.

You're a what?

You really mean that, don't you?

All for the kid, huh?

Yeah.

That's about the size of it.

It's on its way up.

Do you mind if I mix myself a drink?

Help yourself.

I told him what he did.

Come on in, Johnny. Have a

ginger ale on your uncle Mooney.

Get there old Johnny. You're a fool.

Lock the door.

Over here.

I was gonna call him.

We'll wait.

Sam?

Are you all right?

Stay there, kid.

(GUNSHOT)

Come on. Get the smoke.

Let me get out of here.

You can kill him. You can kill him.

Quiet, quiet. Come on.

(GRUNTING)

Mooney!

(GUNSHOT)

Take a look at him, will you?

Yeah, yeah.

Get him out of here

and get him patched up.

Well, let me help him.

He showed me in my

room, and then I killed him.

Johnny.

Johnny.

This is Garan.

Get an ambulance over to 1848 North

Gramercy right away,

apartment 412.

Mooney did it.

He killed a policeman, and now I kill my brother.

I'm sorry. Your father's not dead.

Huh?

He's coming around now.

He's waking up.

Dad, do you hear me?

Son, son, if you quit mauling him,

he has a good chance of making it, okay?

Do you hear that?

Dad, you're gonna make it.

Sure, kid.

No, don't try to move.

You're gonna make it. You're bad.

Ah, that's not much.

I told you I was just gonna sting a

little when the bell rang.

Hey, say pepper.

Pepper?

Say ball.

Ball?

Say no stammer.

You gotta have big weight off all nights.

Ride check.

I know you have.

You see that Christmas tree?

Yeah.

There's a little something out for you.

Listen, Dad, you're gonna make it.

So watch. Take a look at it.

Dad, you're gonna make it.

Do you hear?

Sure.

We're gonna make it together, son.