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Excited, Pete?

About what?

Why, about the fact that you're going to be

one of the biggest men in the country tonight.

Think so? Think so?

After 25 years of running the underworld,

Benny Costain,

the most powerful and feared man in the country today,

is gonna be weighted into by one Pete Tonelli.

You got any idea what Mr. Costain does to

people who try things like this?

He's not going to be around to do anything

after you get on the stand, Pete.

Yeah. Maybe.

Maybe I'm gonna be on the stand.

Why, sure you are, Pete!

You're gonna get on the stand,

and we'll see to it that nothing happens to you after you do.

We sure will.

Oh, now, look, kid, it isn't so bad.

See if you can't think of this joint

as a sort of a training ground

for future life.

Of course, training for what, beats me.

But I've never been in prison before.

Half the time, I don't even know what they're talking about.

Because I don't know, I do something wrong,

then they yell at me as if I were stupid or something.

Okay, kid, so now you could relax,

because you finally got the first break you've had

since they dragged you into this trap.

Break?

Certainly, they turned you over to me, didn't they?

I just happen to know more about this joint

than those grafters that built it.

Yeah, but I don't.

Okay, so you don't, so I'm going to tell you.

Certain things in the beginning

is more important to know than others,

and other things is even more important than that,

and one of the most important things

in this place is don't volunteer for nothing.

Don't volunteer? Now, remember that.

Whenever they come around wagging their tails,

and trying to act all warm and friendly-like

about some extra work that's got to be done,

you don't do nothing.

You just sit there, like a hunk of wet wash,

and don't volunteer.

Why not?

Why should you help the very jerks out

that's keeping you here, for one thing?

And don't ever do one bit more

than just exactly what you're told to do.

But how do you get around them?

Okay, supposing they come to me,

and they say, "Conley, on this floor, there's a spot."

Do I go ahead and wet-mop from here to extremity?

Not you.

Not on your life, I don't.

And what's more, I don't go over that floor,

except just where they point out it's spotty, exactly.

And what do we usually say about that?

You usually say, "Don't you have no brains, Conley?

"Don't you know we meant you to clean the whole filthy floor?"

And that always gives Conley a chance to say...

"If I had any brains, what would I be doing in this trap?"

Come on, you're wanted in the warden's office.

The warden's office? For what?

It's just about time for the dinner to gong.

Now, don't show off, Conley. Come on.

Like poor, dumb sheep, we're moved from barn to stall

and nobody takes the trouble to tell us why. It's inhuman.

Don't volunteer for nothing.

This way.

When the inmates are thrown off-schedule,

you can't blame our stomachs for growling a little.

Hello, Conley.

As I understand it, Conley will remain in our custody

even though you'll take her outside the prison?

That's right, warden.

Get her into her street clothes, Willoughby.

Yes, ma'am.

Anything wrong?

I'm sure if there was, I'd be the last one to be told.

That will do, Conley.

I don't suppose it'd do any good

if I ask if my civil rights is being violated.

I have a court order to make you available to the federal authorities.

In an unfed condition?

We won't be long, Lieutenant.

This time, the inmate's stomach is not to be blamed.

Four years of too many potatoes, Conley.

Potatoes?

I thought those were plastic cotton balls they were testing.

Look out, will you?

Would you mind telling me what this is all...

Nobody talks to me.

Well, aren't we the real life-size Boston Blackie's!

Why? Why?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Hey, look at them new styles.

I guess maybe these old rags of mine

must look like Easter Parade, 1902.

Look, sister, I wouldn't know styles

if you shoved them down my throat.

You're sure of that, huh?

Why, because you had so many of them shoved down your throat?

Why is it nobody ever thought of building a nice, big statue

to the first cop who ever called a girl "sister"?

Because if he hadn't come along,

the police would sure put on their bare faces for small talk.

What's it with a cop?

Always got to call you "sister."

You like "mother" better?

Maybe I'd like my own name for a change.

Maybe you would. Yeah, try it for size.

Oh, look!

Polka dots!

Look at that dress in the window.

I hope you don't object

to a person looking out their own window.

You'll know right away if I object to anything.

What'll you do, light up?

Would the whole world collapse if somebody was to tell me something?

Somebody will.

Clayton.

Whole floor cleared? Yes, sir.

How about the roof? The men are already up there.

What are we gonna have, a party?

What kind of prisoners do you keep here?

Willoughby, get her settled. I'll be back in a minute.

You didn't tell her anything?

What about the trip down here?

You sure you weren't followed?

I'm sure I was. I lost them.

You're positive? Please.

All right.

What's she like, Vince?

Oh, just like the rest of them that come through the lineup.

Smart-talking, brassy, third-class citizen.

And she's our last chance.

If she doesn't come through,

we'll be thrown out of court Monday,

and there goes our two years' work.

Then she ought to be in the city jail,

where Costain can't knock her off.

Let's do it my way.

What's so interesting? People...

And cars, but mostly people who can go anyplace they want to go.

Haven't seen anybody like that for four years.

Who's that? My daughter.

Are you married? I was.

He died in France, in the Normandy landings.

Oh, none of us never knew that.

It must scare you to death to have a daughter like this with a job like yours

that always keeps pointing out what can happen to a girl.

And she's pretty.

Pretty lucky kid to have a mother like you, that's so crazy about her.

Of course, I am crazy about her, but...

How did you know?

You should've seen the look on your face when I said she was pretty.

Willoughby, send her in here.

I guess they want you in there now.

Oh, for what?

I don't know any more than you do, but you'd better go.

You don't, huh?

Oh, we finally arrived at the place

where somebody's going to explain this outrageous dragging of a person

from here to there?

Yes, we've finally arrived at that place, Miss Conley.

Would you please sit down?

My name is Lloyd Hallett.

I'm an attorney for the government.

You mean I'm up for some kind of tax rap?

No, you're not up for any kind of raps, so you can just relax.

Would you care for a cigarette?

One for later, after dinner.

Certainly.

It's just that we thought that you could be helpful

by giving us some information about a case that I'm prosecuting.

Case?

What I know about cases you could put on the head of a pin.

Perhaps I can be a little bit more explicit.

You do that.

You used to go around with a man

by the name of Pete Tonelli, didn't you, Miss Conley?

Go around, you mean like merry-go-rounds and revolving doors?

I mean, you used to be a friend of Tonelli's.

Friends, perhaps, but nothing more.

Miss Conley, there's no danger of implicating yourself in anything

by any answers that you might give me.

I'd just like it made clear that if Pete's done anything,

he can do his own hanging.

Well, that point is now on the record.

That's good.

You took a trip one time with Pete, didn't you?

It was on a yacht, and I believe you went to the West Indies.

Yacht?

Yeah, you know, those long, white things.

I know what's a yacht.

Some cops has always got to assume

just because you've been hauled in

and persecuted falsely all over...

Persecuted falsely?

I'm sure the Lieutenant didn't mean to offend you, Miss Conley.

Excuse me, please.

You better watch how you're kicking my shins, Mister...

Vince, give me a hand.

I thought perhaps you could use a drink.

Yeah, like some dumb cops could use some manners.

That much over the flagstones, Mr. Hallett.

When are you going to quit asking her

and start telling her for a change?

Vince, would you like to step out of this room while I'm doing this?

You going to do it this way?

Yeah. Thanks.

There you are.

You're not joining?

No.

I guess where you've been, you could lap it up all you want.

Well, here's to the boys in the friendly trenches.

Skol.

Mmm, it's a wonderfully strong vintage.

I don't know what you're after with me, Mr. Hallett,

but I will say I like the way you're going after it...

But I think it's only fair to warn you

that I've been approached from every angle

you can think of, including this one of,

"Let's get her loaded and see what happens."

I don't doubt it.

Due to some kind of chemicals in my makeup,

I guess they always seem to run out of money

before they ever find out what happens.

Well, thank you for telling me.

Now, to get back to this yachting trip

that you took with Pete.

Wasn't this boat owned by a Mr. Ben Costain?

Well, it must've been owned by somebody. Yes, of course.

It was a big enough boat.

I can hardly imagine it being around unowned.

But Costain owned it, and you were on it

when it went to the West Indies.

Since when is trips on yachts illegal?

Miss Conley, I told you, we're not accusing you of anything.

It's Ben Costain we're after.

How many guys have already gone after that person

and ended up 12 feet under?

I think the government has a way to finally get him

if we can get some help from you.

Me?

He didn't even notice whether I had three heads or four that whole delightful cruise.

Now, on this trip to the West Indies,

the boat put in to several islands, didn't it?

Did it? You know it did. Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I merely took it that Mr. Costain

was interested in some untamed natives, perhaps.

And at one of these islands,

this man came aboard the yacht.

Signor Maracelli, the Italian garden expert.

He taught me to say his name himself.

Did you notice how long Signor Maracelli stayed aboard?

Sure.

Until we let him off one night, near Florida someplace.

For what reason?

Oh, he was looking for some night-blooming wildlife.

Did he come back to the yacht?

They told us the Signor was destroyed in a swamp.

Well, these are the people that you don't doubt their word.

When they tell you somebody's been destroyed in the swamp,

you don't ask for wet shoes as proof.

Yes.

Well, Signor Maracelli's real name happens to be Frank Domano,

one of the bosses of the mafia.

I thought he'd get someplace.

And he's been involved in quite a few murders

since he was destroyed in that swamp.

And by smuggling a man of this kind into the country,

Costain perjured his application for citizenship.

I mean, that when Costain swore that he was a man

of good moral character, he lied,

and the testimony of either you or Pete

could prove that he lied.

Well...

Unless Pete has changed an awful lot

from the good old days,

I don't get a very clear picture of him

busting his back to call a man

like Mr. Costain a liar.

How about you?

Well, when I think of it in connection with myself,

I just don't get no picture at all, clear or otherwise.

Why not? Afraid?

Coward would describe it better, Mr. Hallett.

Don't you think we could protect you?

I wouldn't want to put you to the test,

knowing how embarrassed you'd be if you flunked.

And why did you drag me up here, when Pete could tell you?

Or has he already been approached,

and did he spot the drawbacks as fast as I did?

Pete's dead.

I'm assuming it wasn't old age.

He was murdered by the Costain mob.

Well, I wouldn't want to say I told you so,

but that's a point I'd like to make.

It was a ruthless, vicious, unnecessary killing,

just like all the others Costain has been responsible for the last 25 years.

Well, he's been at it long enough to get good, all right.

You don't seem to understand, Miss Conley.

We're trying to deport Costain,

and it should be everyone's responsibility to see that we're successful.

That's the way you feel.

Yes, I do.

And if anyone has the least bit of help to give us,

it's his obligation to society to give it.

Yeah, well, if anybody had gotten anything

but a kick in the face from society,

I don't doubt he might owe something back to it.

You realize that you're the only one who can help us, don't you?

I'm afraid I've been wasting your time, Mr. Hallett.

Wasting?

The more I think about it, the more I realize

it was the North Indies we went to on our trip.

It was the West Indies.

No, I haven't.

Hello?

I'd like to speak to somebody about your lobster thermidors.

For eating, yes.

You can order anything you like, Miss Conley.

Well, that's nice to hear.

Only after we've finished our talk about Costain.

You mean the subject's not exhausted?

I wish you wouldn't make up your mind definitely

until you've carefully thought it over.

My mind was making up while I was hearing

that Pete was no longer with us.

I'm not denying that it is dangerous,

but I can assure you

that nothing is going to be left undone

to give you every possible protection.

Yeah, but how can I even think about it

when I'm famished all over the place?

Perhaps you're not acquainted with just exactly

what my rights as a prisoner are under several already-legislated laws.

Section 3, article 12. Feeding of prisoners.

Prisoners will be fed at three regulated intervals

during the daylight hours, at 6:00 in the mornings,

at 12:00 noons, and at 5:00 p.m.

Today, these intervals have been anything but regulated.

Would you like to check my authenticity in the book of regulations, Mr. Hallett?

Miss Conley, I bow to your authenticity.

After this, we'll try and stick to the rules.

Yeah, you do that.

It's me again, about those lobster thermidors.

Would you like me to order for you?

No, I'd like the fun of doing it myself.

All right.

But before I leave, I'd like to assure you

that no one is going to make you do anything against your will.

I'm afraid there isn't much of a fat chance of that happening, Mr. Hallett.

I'll be back later. Good.

No, I don't want to talk to the manager.

I want to talk to the man that cooks those tastefully gay dinners.

You may as well stuff yourself, too, Willoughby.

Tonight, it's on the taxpayers.

How'd it go?

I didn't expect much on the first try.

She didn't jump at the chance, huh?

Well, what's the plan now?

I'm going to talk to the governor

about making a deal on her sentence

and get a couple of other things going.

How long do you think we can keep it from Costain if we've got her here?

I'm sorry to say...

He's got connections in prison like anywhere else.

He knows we picked her up.

He knows we haven't arrived to the city jail with her,

so he'll figure we've got her stashed.

Well, in the meantime, please be nice to her.

It won't hurt our cause a bit if you treat her like a lady.

You think she'll know what we're doing?

There wouldn't be a lady left if every time one of them acted ladylike,

she got kicked in the face.

Now, take good care of her.

She's no good to us if she won't testify.

Yeah, if she's too dead.

Yeah.

Where's Conley?

She wanted to take a shower.

Shower! I didn't see any harm in it!

Ow!

So this is what the police has sunk to.

Willoughby, the next time she wants to take a shower,

you sit on her lap. I mean it.

You ever lay a fat hand on my person again,

and the prison board will hear about it before I'm even dry!

I won't lose him again.

Dumb slob!

Losing that DA, so I don't even know

where he's been for the last two hours.

We'll find out where they've taken her.

There's no need to get so upset.

Yeah, we'll find out, eh?

For $200,000-a-year attorney's fees,

you couldn't even find out they were going to spring that Tonelli on us.

I don't have all your sources of information, Ben.

Yeah.

Well? Nothing yet.

The money I spend to make sure I got people

in all the places where it counts,

they can't even find out where they're hiding one lousy dame.

They leave the prison to take her to city jail three hours ago.

They haven't got there yet.

Tonelli, they thought they had hidden out at Staten Island.

Where do they think this one's going to be safe?

I wouldn't worry too much about it, in any case, Ben.

Wouldn't you?

Maybe that's because they're not trying to run you

out of your own country

and send you to some lousy place you don't even remember.

She isn't going to hurt us, Ben.

Hmm. No, she isn't.

Just let me find out where they're keeping her.

She's in room 2409, St. Charles Hotel.

Girl's in room 2409 at the St. Charles Hotel.

Room 2409, St. Charles Hotel.

Have you ever stopped to consider what you'd look like completely bald?

What?

My sponsor's product means exactly what it says.

Yes, folks, this is your old hillbilly cousin, Mississippi Mac.

Now, say, if up until now you haven't had any hillbilly cousins in your home,

I want you to open up your hearts, and I'm going to creep right in.

Oh, brother.

Well, I see we've only been on the air six hours and 47 minutes,

but we're going to be on the air until Monday,

and longer than that, if it takes it, to raise that $50,000.

Leave it on!

Now, if you folks out there have been saying to yourself,

"What am I going to do with that old $100 bill

"that's been laying around the house

"and collecting dust and curious glances?"

Well, sir, you just send it in to old Mississippi Mac,

and he'll see that some boy gets a chance

to lead a normal, bronco-busting, rope-twirling life.

Yes, sir. And while you're sending in your donations,

I'm going to sing for you.

I'm a-pinin' for my gal In Cactus Valley

Well, there never was a gal kike Sal from Cactus Valley

She can cuss and holler and rope and yell

She loves like a banshee straight from El

Paso

Um... He is pretty awful.

Perhaps we better just turn him off for now

because he's gonna be on all night, anyway.

Never mind, peeping John.

I made sure there was nothing left over for you to enjoy.

Bad as it is in prison,

having to share the privacy of your shower with all the other inmates,

at least we don't have to put up with being slapped

by the fat hands of the police.

You've hauled men in for less.

Willoughby, you got a needle and thread?

What do you want it for?

Well, this rag is nearly strangling all my circulation off.

Maybe there's a seam we could open up or something

so I won't be so scrunched and pinched in places.

I could go down to the drugstore.

You can call.

I'd like a little coffee too.

They'll send that up too.

Afraid I won't come back, Lieutenant?

All right, go ahead.

Besides, when a person's places are all scrunched and pinched, why,

something's liable to bust right out,

and that'd drive all the peeping Johns in the place

stark staring crazy, right?

Will you shut up about my... I won't be long, Lieutenant.

Oh, my pocketbook. Charge it to the room.

Is that the way a genuine model does it?

Again, please?

You used to be a model, didn't you?

How could you tell?

It's on your police record.

Oh.

You models must lead a gay life for yourselves, huh?

Never have to worry about who's going to pick up the dinner tab.

Ah...

It's not a gay life?

What's gay about blistered feet

and a bunch of sleazy, married guys

with ideas that were stale when the Romans was eating lions?

Well, how long were you at it?

Modeling?

Since I was 16.

Sixteen?

Well, what should I have done? Sold pencils, maybe?

Or gone on relief, of which there isn't any for 16-year-old girls?

Well, what did you do? Lie about your age?

Who to?

They're more interested that you're a real-build kid,

not "how old" a real-build kid.

Yeah. Who got you the job?

I was waiting for a bus

one windy day, when all the skirts was blowing,

and this fellow drives up in a top-down convertible

and struck up an introduction.

He was a real cornball,

and he sort of looked me over,

and he said, "Well, now, are there any more at home like you, little lady?"

So I told him the only thing there was any more at my home

was a brother 6'4" who liked to knock out teeth for exercise.

Why, I just made this brother up out of my head for protection.

Yeah.

So, um, then what happened?

And, well, he went on and said,

"A little girl like you shouldn't be waiting all alone for buses

"in this big, cold world.

"I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine that makes bathing suits."

So I told him I didn't know anything about how to make bathing suits,

and he said, "No, little lady, you wouldn't make 'em. You'd wear 'em."

Then he went on to explain that he didn't mean at beaches,

but at buyers' shows, where these out-of-town fellows like himself

would come to pick up whatever looked good to them.

And whatever looks good to these fellows is that old combination

of "Most girl, least bathing suit," if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I think I do.

So I got the bathing-suit job.

And then, for a year there,

we were sort of making plans for getting married,

until one gloomy day, this older woman pops up from Omaha,

and she starts crying and wringing her hands out,

and pleading with me that I should leave him alone,

for his own good.

Oh, I should leave him alone for his own good.

Men.

They ought to trade themselves in for something a girl really needs.

Oh, well, you've got it all figured out about men, haven't you?

You're all alike.

You only got different faces so we girls can tell you apart.

Take yourself, for instance. What about me?

I walk out here with no skirt,

and your eyes bang out like you just found some long-lost gold mine.

Oh, sure, everybody's after you, every minute.

Yeah, it might seem so if you were sitting in my shoes.

Yeah, well, you can relax, honey.

Oh, thanks, I intend to.

Because I could come back from 10 years alone on the moon, half-crazy,

and watch you swimming, stripped, at the Y for hours

and walk out of there with no thoughts in my head

except where I could get myself a good meal.

Now, that was a crummy thing to say.

Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that.

Since I was the one that was insulted,

you might let me be the judge of how bad it was.

Okay, I'm sorry.

If you didn't know where I was from,

you wouldn't talk to me like that.

Now, look, I said I was sorry, and I mean it.

I'm sorry.

Well, it doesn't matter much anyway,

since none of us girls never swim stripped at the Y, even when people are watching.

And how could you possibly know

that all you'd be thinking about was a good meal?

You might not be as interested in food as you think you'd be.

Vince?

Vince?

Trouble on the roof.

Lee, get in there and stay with her!

Hurry up, Willoughby!

What did I do?

We found him hiding in the elevator.

Well, I work there. That's my job.

Maybe he's telling the truth, maybe he isn't.

He was acting funny.

Well, I'll see how you would act if about 20 guys

jump on you all of a sudden. Take him down and check with the manager.

If you make a mistake, apologize.

Oh, great.

Packer, check these elevator shafts.

Seal them off at the roof.

You mean, climb up and down inside of them?

You heard me. You heard him.

Yes, sir. Glad you're a lieutenant these days?

Any day.

Lee?

What was the matter?

Oh, just an elevator man.

He kind of got off-course.

Oh.

I was just thinking,

why should I have them steamed clams for dinner?

So far, you've changed from lobster thermidor

to pheasant to steamed clams.

Now you want to change again? So?

Any reason, except maybe you're trying to bankrupt the government?

Since when does a woman need a reason for changing her mind?

Anyway, Mr. Hallett said I could have

anything that struck me.

Yeah, but he didn't know what he was saying.

Besides, with all this changing,

how do you ever expect to get fed?

Well, it's just that I want it right when I do eat.

They're going to love you in the kitchen.

Anyway, I'm canceling the clams out.

Fine.

When I think how it was with you cops

the last time I was framed...

I was hauled in all over the place,

and when I even asked for a glass of water

or some legal advice, what did you say?

"Drop 10,000 feet dead."

Look, I never saw you before tonight.

Unfortunately, a cop is a cop.

You were sent up on a charge of accessory to a crime

and harboring a criminal.

And being a cop, you couldn't imagine

it might be a phony rap, could you? I never met

one of you girls yet who wasn't up on a phony rap.

And why should a cop strain his brain

to give anybody the benefit of his cheesy doubt?

All right. What was this crime?

The one you weren't an accessory to?

Well, this payroll, where I was working as a model,

was stuck up. All by itself?

Or did your boyfriend help?

So what? How was I to know

he was going to do a stupid thing like that?

Didn't he ever do anything stupid before?

So, all right, he might have,

but what was he supposed to have,

his record tattooed on his forehead or something? Why didn't you ask him

for his credentials? Oh, now he tells me.

Now, let's see if I can give you

the rest of the facts, ma'am.

This guy romances you

and finds out all about the payroll setup.

Then, when he finally pulls the job,

he bungles it and a guard gets shot,

and the boyfriend himself

probably takes a bullet in some not-too-vital spot.

How does he do it

with nothing to go on?

Except the police files that tell the whole story.

I didn't need any police files.

That story was old and stale

when they were sticking up pyramids.

So, after he gets shot, he comes running to you,

and you hide him out in your apartment,

the last place in the world

the cops would ever think

of looking for him.

How does he figure it out

with nothing to go on?

Except a charge that reads "harboring a criminal."

Well, you did hide him out, didn't you?

So, what's so phony about the rap?

How was I to know that he was going to stick up

the joint in the first place?

Then you were a chump to hide him.

A chump, I was.

But that isn't what I was charged with.

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, a jury didn't, that's obvious.

What jury?

This $75 lawyer I hired told me to plead guilty

and throw myself at the mercy of this judge.

The only mercy was he didn't hang me on the spot.

After serving four years of this guy's mercy,

next time, I'm going to put some poison

in the hollow of my tooth.

Anyway, the whole point of this whole thing is,

I've definitely decided I don't want any steamed clams.

Okay.

What have you decided you want now?

Well, I was sort of thinking

maybe I'd have something under glass.

Like cracked crab

or crepes of chicken.

Well, there's such a thing.

You want to order some of it for me?

Please?

I'd be two days getting up the nerve.

You better do it yourself.

Uh, somebody should locate him,

have him call me.

My office here will know where to reach me all night.

Yeah.

Thanks.

All I've been able to dig up is that she's got a father

and a married sister somewhere in the city.

Those are probably old addresses,

but we'll get on them in the morning.

Tonight.

Tonight? Tonight.

Do you realize that that trial reopens

in exactly 37 hours?

And without Conley as a witness,

we'll probably be sent back to law school

for the refresher course.

Okay.

Any news from the governor?

No, he's off someplace,

opening an apple festival or something.

He'll get back to me tonight sometime.

If he agrees to commute the rest of her sentence,

do you think she'll testify? All we can do

is try it on her for size.

Yes?

Mr. Rickles to see you.

Who? Rickles, Marvin Rickles.

He says he's the attorney for Mr. Costain.

Send him in. I'll go.

He probably doesn't like witnesses

when he's bribing government officials.

Don't you want to hear what he has to say?

I get sick so easily.

I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour, Mr. Hallett.

Well, what difference does the time make,

as long as you have something to say?

Sit down. I'll only keep you a moment.

We've been hearing some rumors

about another secret witness

that have disturbed us greatly, Mr. Hallett.

Well, since I don't know what you heard...

That you have a secret witness

you're going to spring in court Monday morning.

Well, my experience a few days ago

should have taught me that I can't surprise you people.

I don't know what you mean.

I mean that you were ready and waiting for Tonelli.

Are you accusing Mr. Costain

of having anything to do with Tonelli's death?

Oh, knock it off, Rickles.

This office isn't wired for anything,

so don't play "persecuted client" with me.

Tonelli was a cheap hoodlum with hundreds of enemies.

Any one of them could have killed him.

Yes, and the stork could have brought him in the first place.

Only, I don't believe that stuff anymore,

because I know, that on a police force,

even as good as ours,

you can always dig up one or two who'll sell out.

And you did dig them up, didn't you?

And they did tip you off about Tonelli.

You may have to back up those charges, Hallett.

Oh, that's all.

In a hearing of this kind,

the defense has a right to question all witnesses beforehand.

You know that, Hallett. I didn't say I had a witness, you did.

And don't think I'm going to sit still

for any of your unethical trial practices, Hallett.

I've been conditioned to stomach almost anything,

but not to hearing somebody like you talking about ethics.

Look, here, I don't have to take this from you... Ethics!

Don't you choke when you say a word like that, Rickles?

We have certain legal rights in this case,

and I intend to... You don't have any rights to anything.

Except maybe to be stamped out like any other disease.

We'll see what rights we have when I get you in court Monday morning.

What are you saying about it? Get out of here.

Hallett, I'm warning you, if it's the last thing I ever do...

It's going to be the last thing you ever did

if you don't get out of here!

Can I bust in for a minute?

Thirty seconds.

I thought newspaper reporters were supposed to be drunk

by this time on Saturday night.

Just the ones with money.

What was Rickles doing here?

Trying to buy you off?

He thinks I'm unethical.

You know something?

I am.

Whenever I deal with something dirty,

I always get a little soiled myself.

I think the whole thing's a joke anyway.

Costain's a public menace

who's been murdering and looting in the country

for 25 years,

and what's he finally brought to trial on?

Denaturalization charges.

Well, it's a start. Mmm.

Now, look, Jim,

if I can get just one witness

to get on that stand to testify against him,

then all of a sudden, all the others who know anything against Costain

will suddenly get courage.

Then we'll start hitting him with something that counts.

But first, I need that one witness.

Have you got one?

Your 30 seconds are up.

You might as well not show up in court, Lloyd,

if you don't have something spectacular.

Well?

Will you be in court Monday?

I'll be the one with the briefcase.

You can only hope he taps a hole through his head.

Hey, Willoughby, aren't you afraid that stuff's going to spoil you

for real police work?

The real thing is for six-year-olds.

And the girls in these things, don't they ever get cold?

Not those girls.

Want to borrow it tonight?

Nah, anything sexier than Popular Mechanics,

I break out in a rash all over.

You enjoy your dinner?

I finished it all up.

Didn't think I would, did you?

I didn't think you could. I didn't think anybody could.

What do you say we drink a toast?

Aw, come on, Lieutenant.

You have no idea how long it's been

since I had a toast with any kind of man,

much less something like you.

No kidding.

You have no idea how utterly desirable

you are to a girl.

What's the toast?

Here's to the men that blow up prisons.

Don't worry, I won't snitch on you that you drank on duty.

Just make sure you don't tell what he drank to.

I'll take it inside.

You know, he's sort of nice.

Is he married?

I never saw him before.

Oh. What's there about him that you like?

I don't know.

That he's here, I guess.

Have you decided what you're going to do?

About the lieutenant?

No. I mean about Mr. Hallett.

Oh.

Why?

Has he tried to get you to work on me, too?

You know better than that.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Hallett tells me that I owe it to society

to testify at the trial, as my last living act.

What do you think I owe to society, Willoughby?

I wouldn't want to say.

Well, if I was your daughter,

what would you tell me to do?

I never tell her what to do,

but I have tried to teach her

to face her obligations.

Well, who says this is my obligation?

And who wants a hero with her insides blasted out

with a shotgun?

And how are you going to be sure

that your daughter doesn't end up like me?

There isn't any way I can be sure,

but I can make her feel wanted

and see to it that she gets

all the love I have to give.

Those are the things all of you girls

seem to need the most.

That's a fact.

All the love I ever got,

you could put in your right eye.

Yeah, you're right.

A little love never hurt anybody.

Yeah.

Anything else?

Yeah, uh, tell her about the governor's offer.

Give her a chance to think it over before I get there.

I'm leaving right now.

Hey, Willoughby, why don't you try and get yourself some rest?

The hours are going to get about 80 minutes long

at 4:00 in the morning.

Mmm, you're right.

Wake me up if you turn that thing on

and Mississippi Mac suddenly gets funny.

Ha.

I just talked to Hallett.

He's such a refined man.

Yeah.

Anyway, he says he's going to be able

to knock off the rest of your sentence

if you string along with him

Monday morning.

The whole 11 months? Yep.

Have you any idea how long 11 months is

in a place like that?

Long.

Very, very long.

Then that's quite an offer, huh?

Maybe.

How come you haven't asked me for a date tonight?

Oh, maybe I figured it was Saturday night

and you're all tied up.

Or maybe you just don't like girls.

No, I never found anything

I liked better.

You know, for a couple of reasons,

one of them being how much it costs to feed you...

I just can't figure you for Pete Tonelli's girl.

I told you, I wasn't.

Yeah, but the boat trips all over the western hemisphere.

Eastern, western... How about that?

My actions were as pure as the driving snow.

And what's more,

Pete was the brother of Mitzi Tonelli,

who was one of my closest friends during a certain period of my life.

You mean, that's why you went yachting with Pete,

because Mitzi asked you to?

No, because he asked me to.

That's what I mean. Why?

Did he have any money then, or what?

He didn't have nothing then.

He was just a poor, ugly, miserable, little beat-up guy.

Oh, but you just happened to see something in him that...

What was there to see?

He had nothing nobody could possibly want. Nothing.

That's why, when Costain invited him on the yacht,

to bring his girlfriend, he was in a real spot.

Who'd go with him? You.

Sure. I felt sorry for him.

Ha. He wanted to look good

in front of this person,

so he thought if he took along

a kind of... Pretty girl...

Yeah, a pretty girl?

Well, anyway, he thought I was pretty,

and he figured if he had a girl

of this particular type along to hold hands with him

while this other person was watching...

Well, that makes sense.

It didn't neither.

They never looked our way once during the whole voyage.

Yeah, but you were always ready, weren't you...

To hold hands, nothing more. Only hands.

I get the picture.

I guess you think it was kind of cheap of me, huh?

No. I...

It sounds to me like the kind of a favor

that only a real nice girl would think of doing.

You really think that?

Yup.

Well, it was nothing, really.

Anyway, Mitzi Tonelli was your best friend

at this particular period...

She could strangle and never get a tear

from me nowadays. My true love Is getting buried

In a spot that I call home

Since the epidemic took her

I no longer care to roam

When the angels come and got her

I remember what she said

"Give my shoes to cousin Helen

"She can wear them while I'm dead"

Thank you very much, there, boys.

Hey, folks, now,

we've got to do a lot better than that...

Television should be so good

that when you close your eyes, it sounds like a radio.

I'd like some real soft music.

Turn that thing on the left 'til it points to R.

For thin was the smile

On your angel face

And your burning embrace

Captures me thrillingly

Forbidden arms that hold me

And I am...

Lost Why are you a cop?

Why not? Aren't there other jobs

that you could get that would be better?

Better for what?

Some people like some things, some others like other things.

I don't know. I got out of the army,

it was the best job I could get.

I like it.

You like going around arresting people all the time?

Well, there's always the parades.

The fire, desire

Come on, Lieutenant.

I'll keep you on your toes,

where a good cop's supposed to be anyway.

Forbidden lips

How madly I run to you

Give you heart gladly too

A victim of forbidden love

I guess you're not supposed

to be dancing with your prisoners.

Are you?

I'm just trying to remember

if the question ever came up before.

I guess the reason you're holding back

is because your wife wouldn't like you to be

dancing with a girl on duty.

Even off duty.

Oh.

If I had a wife.

You don't?

Last time I looked, I sure didn't.

In vain

Do I beg you to let me go?

But the fire of desire

Whispers "No, no, no"

Forbidden lips

How madly I run to you

Vince!

Give your heart gladly too

Vince! Vince!

Room below this one! All right.

Get the house doctor. Right.

Get some more men up here.

Oh, Vince. Operator?

Get a doctor up here. It hurts.

Then get me police headquarters right away.

Yeah.

Let's get her in the bedroom.

Here you are.

Now, hold it a minute. Nobody's going in there.

What's happened? There's been a shooting

somewhere in the top stories, sir.

Who is it? No identification yet.

It wasn't the fall from the top story that killed him.

He was shot before he started down.

All he needs now is a well-dug grave.

Ow!

You're hurting me!

How is she? She's got a crease through the arm...

I want to talk to you!

You'd better lie down.

Enough of this lying down.

I want to go back to my nice, safe prison.

You're going to have to lie down and let that shot work.

There are too many shots already working around here.

You're better off here than you would be

anyplace else. Yeah, if you're not dying at death's door,

you're doing fine.

We're all doing the best we can. Somebody isn't!

Well, I'll give orders that...

What's the matter with Willoughby?

Doc!

Get an ambulance over here! She should've been taken care of first!

She didn't tell us anything.

I guess she was waiting till you got through with her.

Oh, no.

It wasn't too much of a trick

to get up there from that, Lieutenant.

Fine, thanks.

It was an awful thing to have happened

on your honeymoon.

I thought it was the waiter with the champagne I'd ordered.

When I answered the door, they just pushed right past me

and one of them covered me with a gun.

How many of them?

There were three, and they were just terrible to me.

I'd have torn them to pieces

if it hadn't been for that gun.

Yeah, it was lucky for them

they thought to bring it along.

They were wearing some sort of overalls

and carrying those short planks.

Everything's under control, Vince.

Come on back upstairs when you get through.

Is that blood on your shirt?

I took two bullets through the chest, ma'am.

Just routine.

It was actually three bullets, ma'am.

We haven't told him yet.

All right, let's hurry up with this.

There were four of them, not three.

The fourth one held a gun on the elevator operator

to keep the elevator ready.

When the deal went sour,

they ran out of the room, into the elevator,

dropped down to the basement

and out in the alley, where they had a car waiting.

I just clocked it. They were probably out of the building

in 40 seconds.

Well, nice to know how they do these things.

You still want to move her to the city jail?

Oh, you mean now?

Now that Costain knows we got her

and Willoughby's all shot to pieces?

Now, and not before, when she should have been there,

is that it? I've got my side of the job on this thing,

and that's to see that she agrees

to get on that stand. Dead or alive?

Alive, and that's your job.

Well, that's what I'm trying to do. Now, I asked you,

do you still want to take her to the city jail.

Look, Costain has probably got this hotel covered right now,

just waiting for us to pull something stupid like that.

Well, then I guess we'd better not.

All this hasn't accomplished very much,

has it?

You couldn't get her on that stand now

with a gun in her back.

Then why don't we just quit?

Wave a white flag out the window

and maybe Costain will be nice enough

and not make us leave the country.

Hi.

Hi.

Mmm-hmm.

How you feel?

Terrible.

I feel groggy all over.

Something funny has been going on around here.

I couldn't get that dopey from the dinner I ate last night.

Uh-uh, I'm not going to drink anything or eat anything

until I know what's in it.

You couldn't live two hours without eating. Here.

Uh-uh.

Oh.

Watch.

If we're gonna go, we'll go together.

See? Come on, drink it up.

It'll make you feel better.

Oh, yeah, when's that going to be?

How's the arm?

Feels like somebody's been gnawing on it with dull teeth.

Want the doctor?

Only the one at the prison.

We girls have never been appreciative enough

of how free from killers those crummy places are.

How's Willoughby?

Just the same, no change.

Hey!

I got a surprise for you.

There.

Well, go on, open it.

What's in it?

It's sitting right in your lap.

Why don't you find out?

White with polka dots! Hey, hey...

You better look at it sitting down, huh?

No, I'm all right now.

Oh!

Good as the Easter parade, 1902?

Better.

Hey, wait a minute.

Could there be some sentiments behind this gift

that aren't kosher enough to write on a card?

What? Government officials bribing people?

I thought it was usually the other way around.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Hallett thinks that polka dots

are suitable to make me forget

that visitor at the window last night?

Oh, no wonder taxes keep going up.

Nobody uses their brains anymore,

only their expense accounts.

Somebody's gonna get investigated.

Well, did I stumble onto the motive?

If you say so, sister, all right.

Oh, so it's "sister" again, is it?

Yeah.

Well, I don't care how disgustingly ulterior the motive is,

I'm not going to let it upset my enjoyment.

So, purely out of curiosity about the fit,

I'm going to try it on.

So you can tell Mr. Hallett quite clearly

that my acceptance of this gift

doesn't mean that I intend

to get caught dead on his witness stand.

Hey, the intervals are getting irregulated again.

Somebody better spring for my breakfast.

Well? For the fifth time, it looks great.

I thought so too, but I just wanted another opinion.

Hey, your breakfast is out there.

You mean you're not going to eat?

Imagine me having to be told such a thing,

but I'm so excited, I couldn't eat a drop.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning.

Well, look at you.

Yeah, I got it on me.

Turn around, let's see you.

Mmm, that looks like about $200 worth of dress,

and a million dollars' worth of model.

Where'd you get it?

What? Where'd it come from?

Well, I thought you and the government...

Like those grafters with their expense accounts...

Honey, you and that dress

were certainly made for each other.

It's the nicest dress I ever owned. Mmm.

More polka dots, for one thing. Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I really mean it. I'm sorry.

Where'd you get it? Get it?

Oh, it wasn't any trouble, really.

I called up a guy I know in Jersey,

got him out of bed at 4:00 in the morning.

He drove in, opened up his shop,

took him a couple hours.

Wasn't any trouble, really.

Vince...

You like it?

Like it?

He gave it to me.

Oh?

Well, that's nice.

I wish I could wear it to church this morning.

You religious, Sherry?

Doesn't look very much like it, does it?

No, they used to try to get me

to go to church in prison,

but what kind of place is that to go to church?

Can I have a cigarette?

Well, there was a time, when I was a kid,

that I used to go to church every Sunday.

Mr. Hallett, I hope you understood

that I meant what I said last night

about going back to prison.

Miss Conley, believe me... No, sir, I'm not fooled by this lull in the killing.

Yes, but if Costain... Mr. Costain and I are both interested in one law,

the law of self-preservation.

You've heard of it. It's on the books.

Yes, I've heard of it.

I know what I'm asking you to do is dangerous.

Take it from the target, it's very dangerous.

Yes, I know, but until we can get rid of Costain once and for all,

somebody's life is always going to be at stake.

Yeah, and since that life happens to be mine,

I hope you'll excuse me if I turn and start running.

Well, until somebody finally has

the courage to... If somebody doesn't start getting me

on my way back to my cell,

I'm going to start screaming for some lawyers.

No.

Wait another hour, just an hour.

It'll take that long to arrange the move anyway.

Please.

All right, one hour,

but after that, I'm going to stick my head out that window

and start screaming for some advice of counsel.

What happens in an hour?

We've located her older sister.

One of my men is on his way in with her now.

And what can she do?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

You know, I can't keep her here much longer

if she keeps screaming to go back.

Why not? She's a prisoner, isn't she?

Well, prisoners have some rights, Vince.

She wasn't sentenced to battle the whole Costain mob.

A good lawyer could beat my brains out

for keeping her here against her will.

Look, you mind if I duck home,

get myself a clean shirt?

Who's on duty? Fred Packer. He's all right.

He can take care of anything.

All right, but, uh, don't stay away too long.

Mmm.

Get in.

Your sister doesn't know that you're coming.

Yeah, that's what you said.

Packer?

Make yourself at home. You want me to clear out?

Thanks, Fred.

Shall I get her, Mr. Hallett?

Yes.

Won't you sit down, please?

Would you care for a...

Wow, I had no idea

criminals were treated like this.

Well, it isn't always like that.

Maybe Sherry's been right

and I was wrong.

Maybe it doesn't pay to be an honest, hard-working woman

who never gets into any kind of trouble.

She doesn't really mean that, Mr. Hallett.

She never believes she was wrong about anything in her whole life.

Hardworking Clara,

would give you the shirt off her back

if you pay her twice what it was worth.

How are you, Sherry?

Do you really care?

Or is that all you could think of to say?

It's been a long time, so... Yeah, hasn't it?

How long has it been, Clara?

Six years? Eight? 11? I was laid up for quite a while, Sherry.

What did you do, bust all your fingers

so you couldn't write a letter or a postcard?

Or maybe you didn't know I was in prison.

Yeah, Roy heard about it somewhere...

Oh, how is good old Roy?

Still kicking kids for exercise?

I'd better leave you two alone.

No, you'd better stick around,

Mr. Hallett, because I want you to see

what a dumb move this was on your part.

What was the plan?

That my loving sister was going to talk me

into going into that court?

There really wasn't any plan, Miss Conley.

I merely thought that... Well, you goofed, Mr. Hallett.

You'd have had to dug real deep

to find anybody that had less of a chance with me.

And even if she could've talked me into anything,

do you think she would have, unless there was something in it for her?

That's not true, Sherry.

Why isn't it?

You mean you've changed, Clara?

You mean that these days you'd bust both of your arms

to help somebody who was in trouble?

And if somebody needed a place to stay,

that nowadays, you'd throw open all your doors,

and dump another bean in the pot?

It isn't my fault. Roy didn't want

you to stay. I asked didn't ask Roy.

I asked you. He's my husband, isn't he? It was his house.

I sure knew it wasn't mine, the way I was shoved out!

I beg to differ! That's the kind of sister to have, Mr. Hallett.

Early in life, she lets you know

that there's not a soul in the world

that cares whether you live or die.

And what was I supposed to do?

If I'd insisted Roy let you stay,

he'd have thrown me out right along with you.

Oh, and you wouldn't want to take a chance

to lose such a wonderful guy as that, would you?

You bet I wouldn't.

Things hadn't been any easier for me than they were for you.

And if you think I wanted to take a chance

of losing the only home I'd ever had, you were crazy.

I was crazy, all right, because somewhere I'd heard

that sisters are supposed to mean something to each other,

but you sure knocked that idea out of my head

before it had a chance to feel at home there.

We all had to look out for ourselves.

Maybe it never occurred to you

that if I'd had anything that even looked like a home

when I was 16 years old,

that maybe I wouldn't have ended up in prison.

Yeah.

Maybe I could have amounted to something

if I'd had even a little help then.

Put yourself in my place.

With that guy?

He's been good to me!

Oh, what's he ever done for you?

Except let you carry out the garbage

on the nights when it rains.

He gave me a home and some security.

And you ought to know what that meant

after all those years of living in a house

with Mom and Pop fighting all the time.

I just ran out of sympathy.

Oh, what difference does it make?

It's a real laugh

that you thought she could talk me into anything.

Oh, I didn't come up here

to talk you into testifying.

Why?

Why do you care what I do?

I don't.

I mean, I know I don't have any right

to interfere, but Roy wanted me...

Are you trying to tell me that old nasty-heart cares

whether I stick my neck out or not?

It isn't that.

You see, we own a small barroom of our own now,

and Roy thinks if you do this thing against Costain,

he'll take it out on anybody

who's connected with you in any way.

Did you hear that?

I shouldn't testify against Costain

because it might be bad for Roy's business!

Oh, no.

Yeah, well, it might be.

You don't know how it is in bar business,

with all those licenses

they can take away from you at any time.

And you know yourself, all Mr. Costain would have to do

is pick up a phone and ruin anybody he wants to.

And you've got the nerve to ask me...

It doesn't make any difference to you

one way or the other, and it does to us!

If I thought that I could take a kick

at that miserable husband of yours

by getting up on that stand, I'd...

Get out of here! Sherry, please!

Of all the lousy... Get out of here!

Oh, Mrs. Moran, uh...

I... For real.

You mean you brought me up here

to let me be insulted by some cheap dame...

Even if she is my sister?

If you don't get out of here in no seconds flat,

you're going to find that I got a sister with no hair

and no teeth at all! Roy was right!

You're no good like Pop, and you're not worth helping!

I'm sorry, Miss Conley.

Oh, why do we always have to act like this,

like wild dogs instead of blood sisters?

But it wasn't altogether your fault.

No, I went after her the minute I came into this room,

and it's always been like that.

Every... Every time I even see her, I don't know...

All those little hurts well up in me.

I could see that.

Did you see her?

Like a scared rabbit, afraid of everything.

Do you think she's ever shown

any sisterly responsibility to me?

No.

Because it might be a threat to her lousy little security.

Yeah, I know. And what has it got her?

Solitary confinement

with that low character she's married to.

What a life.

I'll bet if she admitted it,

she's miserable.

Well, that's the very thing I've been trying to point out to you,

about facing responsibilities.

Yeah.

Oh...

Oh, I get your point, but you've got to be sure

that they are your responsibilities,

and provided, what you got to do

doesn't take all the nerve in the world

which you haven't got.

You've got plenty, Sherry.

It takes courage, and you got to be born with it.

Or maybe I was born with it, and got it kicked out of me

by certain close members of my immediate, crummy family.

Hold it, Arny.

He's mad at you for killing his brother

last night.

Doing everything your own way these days, huh?

Why'd you shake the tail I put on you yesterday?

Made it that much harder for me

to find out where you'd taken her.

Because I had a smart matron

in the car,

and that guy you had tailing me

was wearing a neon sign

to advertise he was following me.

And on top of this,

I guess you figured you didn't have

enough front page publicity lately.

Or did you just want to show everybody

how good you can pop a gun?

It was your boy who was trying to get himself a medal.

He didn't care who he shot.

He was after the girl.

Then he read his instructions wrong.

Or did he figure you wanted two for the price of one?

Next time, let's make it clear to him

who his friends are, huh?

Lots of things will be different next time.

Who's the other woman they brought in?

Her sister. What do they want with her?

Hallett figures maybe she can talk the girl

into testifying.

Can she? I don't know.

I left before they got there.

You want my opinion?

Nobody's going to talk her into nothing.

You got nothing to worry about.

Can you imagine how that relieves my mind,

to hear him say I shouldn't worry?

That's what I pay him for, to reassure me.

If anything goes wrong,

he can always say it was just an opinion.

Both ends against the middle,

that's the way Vince likes to play things.

You asked me... I asked you to help us get rid of the girl

so she couldn't bother us again.

I told you, let's wait and see...

He told me. ...if she is going to bother us.

I guess you forgot to tell me

that he's running things now.

I didn't mean it like that.

Didn't you?

It would suit you just fine, wouldn't it?

To see me booted out of the country?

Wouldn't that be a sweet cover up

for a cop who's been on the take

for the past 10 years?

To have his whole smelly past put on a boat

and sent someplace

where it couldn't ever bother him again?

You're not making any sense.

What do you want everybody's neck sticking out for?

She's not going to talk, anyway.

Because I like everybody's neck

stuck out when mine is.

You know what's going to happen to you

if she gets on that stand, don't you?

Look, she hasn't even come close

to saying she'll testify.

And you haven't even come close

to saying what you'll do if she does.

Mr. Costain wants to know

if he can depend on you, Vincent.

To do what? Shove her out the window?

If that's what it has to be.

Oh, sure, with Hallett and 20 cops

watching every minute.

And why should I, when it isn't even necessary?

Because as long as she's still at the hotel,

we can give you some help.

After she's moved to the city jail tonight,

you'll have to do it all by yourself.

Nobody's moving her to any city jail.

At 8:00 tonight, they are.

How do you know?

You know I make it a point

to know everything about everything that concerns me, Vince.

So if you want any help,

you'll have to get it before they move her.

There isn't any way it can be done.

We'll show you.

I don't want you to miss a word.

Next time we meet, it could be

a big celebration,

lots of money being passed around.

Or it could be the last look I'd be taking at your face

before they start shoveling dirt on it.

You made your point.

Good.

You do exactly like we tell you,

you'll be completely in the clear.

You don't have to do anything more

than you've been doing for the past 10 years.

You just have to turn your back

and not worry about what's going on.

Yeah.

What do I do?

Just unlock the bathroom window

a couple of minutes before 8:00 tonight.

The time is important.

Right before 8:00 tonight,

you unlock the bathroom window.

That way, maybe you'll get

to live a couple of years more.

No, sir.

Not me, Mr. Hallett.

If you just got to move somebody

back to the city jail, fine,

but it's not gonna be me.

This isn't my idea. I was ordered to do it.

Look, I don't care who ordered you to do it,

what with the streets below crawling with killers,

and you want to eject me

from my showers and room service here

for a small, iron room with only bars for comfort?

No, Mr. Hallett,

and in case you weren't listening, no.

You're a prisoner,

and you'll do exactly as you're told.

Only if what I'm told to do

is to go back to my nice, safe prison

where I spent so many years

without being shot at or wounded even once.

What possible difference could it make to you

whether you're moved there or to the city jail?

Because moving to the city jail

is closer to the witness stand,

which is exactly the last place in the world

I've decided I'm going to be.

So that's really it, then, isn't it?

Yeah.

Doesn't make any difference about city jail.

You've simply decided that,

as far as you're concerned, everybody else can go hang.

You mean I've been keeping this a secret from you?

You've been doing nothing but stalling

until you can take another shower

or chisel another $20 meal.

Look, who dragged who from prison?

Is it my secret police

that dragged you from your nice, safe prison

and forced you to live

in front of live ammunition for two days?

What's all this supposed to mean?

I want out of here!

But alive!

And I'm not going to testify,

even if you give me gold plates on silver platters!

Hello, Vince.

She has it in her power to get rid of one

of the biggest menaces this country has ever seen,

but she simply won't do it.

That's right, and furthermore,

I want that menace to start hearing

that I'm not going to do anything about it,

and I want headlines in all the newspapers

to say I'm not going to do anything about it.

So nothing in the world really matters to you

except your own precious hide?

Take it easy. Take it easy nothing!

This is the kind of selfishness

that turns my stomach.

"Me, me, me! What's going to happen to me?"

She doesn't care if the whole world burns down,

as long as the flames don't touch her! Come on.

Calm down. Oh, let's don't stall.

It doesn't take long for a bullet to go through a brain!

Well, weren't you a help out there?

Instead of yanking me away,

why didn't you pitch in and help?

Because I think she's been pitched at enough.

Oh, you do? Yes, I do.

Look, she almost got killed last night.

On top of that, you've been slugging at her

with everything from fancy meals

to your telling her how low you think she is.

Well, maybe I feel that way.

Maybe you haven't got any right to.

It's her life, you know.

You've been working just as long as I have on this case,

and to all appearances,

you felt just as strongly as I have about getting Costain.

What's happened to change you all of a sudden?

Maybe I'm getting fed up with all the shooting that's been going on.

They killed Pete Tonelli, and they shot Willoughby.

Now we've got to take her to city jail.

Oh, you're just giving me a lot more good reasons

why we have to get Costain.

Well, they might be reasons to us,

but that doesn't mean they are to her.

She's the one that's got to get up on that witness stand

with her neck sticking out, you know.

Well, I'll shed a few tears.

How'd you happen to find out about

this move to the city jail?

Wait, what do you mean?

I just finished talking to Sherry just a minute ago.

She's the only one I said a word...

Mr. Hallett, phone.

All right.

And, um, while you're sitting there phoning,

you can tell the newspapers the status.

All right.

There goes our last chance.

Vince...

I'm... I'm sorry.

Maybe you could have been police chief

or a senator from someplace

if I could have gotten up enough courage.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks.

What's the matter?

Willoughby died 20 minutes ago.

They thought she was rallying, but...

Oh, no.

She must have been trying to drag me out of the way

when she got hit,

and she didn't even say anything.

Until the doc was through with me.

Me...

Me...

The kind of person you could lose any day in the week

and it still wouldn't make any difference.

And who's going to take care of her daughter?

Who does that crazy jerk think he is, anyway?

Killing off nice people like Willoughby.

You know, he'd better be careful,

because somebody just might run him out of this country,

where he really belongs.

And I think I know who that somebody's going to be.

Hey, now, wait a minute. I know how you feel...

Mr. Hallett, you just got yourself a witness.

You know, friends, because it's Sunday night here,

and I'm still going strong,

some of my enemies have started a rumor

that I haven't been on the job every minute,

that I been kind of catching catnaps

during the news bulletins.

Now, you folks know me better than that.

I just don't play that kind of dirty mah-jong.

Fred.

Oh, that's really rotten news

about Willoughby, isn't it? Yeah.

I wonder how many more we'll lose

on this move to the jail.

Look, there's some more guys coming over.

You'll have to show them what you want them to do.

All right. You want to make a bet

that she never gets to the city jail alive?

I was only kidding, Vince. Forget it.

Masters? Yeah?

What's Conley doing now?

Changing her clothes for the trip to the jail.

She says if there's going to be

a lot of shooting, she doesn't want to take a chance

with her new dress.

Yeah?

It's Vince. Can I come in?

Sure, I'm decent enough for you.

I was hoping I'd get a chance

to see you before D-day starts.

It's another let out job.

Yeah. Listen.

How do you know Willoughby would want you

to get up on that stand?

Well, why shouldn't she want me

to help get the guy that killed her?

Well, she'd have been able to see

that all you'll do is get yourself killed.

I suppose that in all the years

Mr. Costain has been a hotshot,

there've been lots of people

that could've stopped him along the way,

but for some reason, nobody ever did.

So now the buck has been passed right on down...

Yeah, but you don't want it. You didn't ask for it.

But I got it. So, what am I going to do?

Look, who says it's up to you anyway?

Well, Mr. Hallett keeps saying it all along, and...

I guess, right now, I'm saying it myself.

What are you doing?

Checking everything.

Even if we're going to move me?

We've still got half an hour.

Sherry, don't do it.

Oh, don't worry about me, Vince.

I know what I'm getting into.

No, you don't.

Well, let's say it's 10 times worse

than I think it is now.

I'd still go ahead with it

because for the first time in my life,

I'm facing up to something.

I kind of like the feeling.

Anyway, the nicest thing that ever happened to me

is that you care whether I live or die.

I don't expect you to feel this way

for the rest of your life,

or even five days from now,

but I would just like to tell you

that I think it's nice

that you feel that way now.

Maybe this isn't exactly the time,

but...

I just wanted to tell you.

Vince...

I wish you wouldn't be sore at me.

For what?

For feeling this way about you.

I wouldn't hold you to anything

after this is over.

I'm not sore.

But with this move to the city jail,

maybe this will be our last chance

to say anything.

Ten dollars if you'll sing The Girl from Cactus Valley.

Well, what are we waiting on, fellows?

I'm a pining

For my Gal from Cactus Valley

Well, there never was a gal

Like Sal from Cactus Valley

She'd cuss and holler and rope and yell

She loves like a banshee straight from El

Paso

When I had my pick of the girls...

Harris! Yes, sir?

Sorry, sir.

Would you turn that down?

Never seen a gal that could kiss so well

Her kisses are hotter then the fires of El

Paso...

Timers are set for as long as you need.

Portrait of a modern man at war with the machine age.

How is she? Leave her alone.

She's getting dressed.

Shouldn't that door be open?

Well, she's been screaming about

not getting any privacy when she's dressing.

Well, I, uh...

I thought she might like a hat

to go with that dress that you, uh...

Well, there's that little shop downstairs, and, uh...

I don't know why,

but these things give women some kind of strange courage.

Pretty awful, isn't it?

Terrible.

Yeah.

Well...

You've gotten to think quite a lot

of that third class citizen, haven't you?

Almost always turns out that way.

Make a snap judgment of someone,

break them way down,

then you find them acting out so well,

you wonder how you had the nerve

to grade them in the first place.

Well, I never thought I'd see you

acting coy about anything.

Will you stop it?

We're all on edge.

Maybe we'll all go away someplace

after the trial.

You've been getting jumpy.

Besides, you could be with her all the time,

see that nothing happens to her.

Well, you wouldn't be worried

if you were taking care of her yourself, would you?

Why don't you leave her alone!

What's the matter, Vince?

Nothing! Nothing's the matter,

except you kept hammering at her!

You wouldn't let her make up her mind about anything.

Then when she gets killed...

Vince!

Vince!

Vince!

This bathroom window was unlocked from the inside.

Vince, Vince, Vince...

I don't think he expected

to find you here this morning.

There were times when I didn't expect to be here myself.

Scared?

No...

Just mad.

Will the government call its next witness, please?

Miss Sherry Conley.

Here we go.

Undesirable alien.

Do you solemnly swear that the evidence you're

about to give in the cause now before this court

will be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Your name, please.

Sherry Conley.

What is your present address?

Upstate women's prison.

Occupation?

At present, gangbuster.