All language subtitles for Ladies.They.Talk.About.1933.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Police, police!

Hurry, please!

A man's running wild here with
a butcher knife stabbing people.

West Side. La Paloma Street.
Hurry, please!

Okay.

'Police Department calling
car 47. Car four seven.'

'Go to the corner of 8th
and Adams. Auto accident.'

'That is all.'

'Police Department,
calling all cars.'

'Calling all cars.'

'Go to the West Side,
vicinity of La Paloma Street.'

'Mad man running amuck
with a butcher knife.'

'Calling all cars.
Go to the West Side.'

'Man running amuck
with butcher knife.'

Get going, Mike.

Gotta wait about a half hour.

Oh, I can't wait. I have to
catch a train at 10 o'clock.

Are you gonna put money
in or take it out?

Put some in to cover checks
I wrote for train tickets.

- Oh, I don't know.
- Oh, please.

All right. Come on.

Thank you.
Now you hold Fifi for me.

And you must show me how to make
out one of those deposit slips.

Swell! She made it.

My maid usually does
all my banking for me.

- Get one of those slips, lady.
- These?

Yes. No, no, lady,
that's for the date.

- You fill in the amount there.
- Oh!

Alright everybody!
Stick 'em up!

'Come on, sister,
get out of there. Don't move!'

- Ah!
- 'Don't move!'

'Keep your hands up.'

Come on, stick 'em up, officer.
You too, sister.

Okay, Dutch. Get going.

Never mind the chicken feed.
Give me that gatt!

Now the first one
that sets off an alarm.

I'll blow your insides
all over the wall.

Come on, Dutch, we're blowin'.

Everybody stand still.

Don't move, see?
If you want to live to talk.

Call the cops! Don't stand
there. Call the police!

- Hello!
- Give me the Police Station.

Yes, hurry it up.

- Call up somebody.
- Oh, my goodness.

I feel so dizzy.
What happened?

- Police! Police!
- Somebody get the police!

It's almost 10:00. I must
hurry or I'll miss my train.

I'm sorry, madam, but you can't
go till the police come.

But surely you have enough
witnesses. You'll ruin my trip.

It can't be helped.
Them's the rules.

Say, let me talk!

Where were you
when they pushed in?

I was helping a lady
with a deposit slip.

I was holding her dog.

I had only let her in
a few minutes before.

Let's have a look
at this lady. Where is she?

There she is, there.

'Why, that's Mrs. Andrews.
One of our depositors.'

Oh, I see.

What do you know about this
holdup, Mrs. Andrews?

Nothing, except I'm taking
my money out of here.

Apparently it isn't safe.

What did you say your name was?

The manager told you, didn't he?

Do you usually do your banking
before banking hours?

My maid usually does my banking.

Why didn't
she do it this morning?

Because I let her go.
I was going on a trip.

I came here to deposit
money to cover checks

I had written
for my train tickets.

And where are the tickets?

Here. And here's the money.

You're through asking stupid
questions, I'll go.

Not yet.

You're going to take
another train, lady.

Didn't I used to know you before
you became Mrs. Andrews?

I don't think so.

And before you turned platinum?

Not so hot as a blonde,
Nan, not so hot.

Come on, I want to
have a little talk with you.

For a dumb dick you have
a memory like an elephant.

I have been much criticized
of late

by certain politicians

and their newspaper backers
as being a meddler

in the affairs of this city.

I have never meddled in the
private affairs of anybody.

But I have meddled and intend to
continue meddling in politics.

Especially when crooked
politicians are stealing

the taxpayers' money by being
lenient with criminals.

Or are escaping punishment
through incompetent prosecutors

and corrupt judges.

That there is need
of my meddling

is shown by the wave of crime

that is raging unchecked in this
city.

This very morning..

...three armed bandits entirely
scorned by the police

walked calmly into a bank

and helped themselves to money
that you, and you, and you..

...have toiled
and sweated to save.

'What has the district attorney
done about this holdup?'

'Or the seven other
bank robberies we've had'

'in the last four weeks?'

'Nothing.'

'He's been too busy
telling the newspapers'

'what a great man he is.'

I had a hunch Slade'd toss
a few harpoons into me tonight.

What do you care
what he says about you?

There are a lot of people in
this town who listen to him.

They have radios
and they have votes.

In eight consecutive
bank robberies

we've had only one arrest.

A girl.

The district attorney is a fine
fellow personally.

But as a prosecuting official
he needs me and my meddling

lots more than I need his
personal friendship.

So I am going to continue to
meddle, and meddle, and meddle.

Until something definite
is done.

If David Slade
was District Attorney

he'd do something.

- I wish he was my son.
- I wish he was my boyfriend.

Come in, Miss Taylor.

Shall I sit down or do they
confess easier standing up?

Miss Taylor, this is David Slade

'our perennial
and persistent reformer.'

'He's a bit of a nuisance
in this town but he's regular.'

He wants to have
a little talk with you.

'I saw your picture
in the paper this morning.'

'It interested me.'

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Up in Benicia, wasn't it?

I must have a swell pan.

Everybody's remembering
me these days.

But your name
wasn't Taylor then.

It isn't now.
I'm Mrs. Andrews.

It was Ellis.
Nan Ellis.

I remember you distinctly now.

Your father was a deacon
in the church up there.

And you were little Davy Slade.

And your father
was the town drunkard.

Well, Brother Slade,
things change, don't they?

The deacon's daughter in jail

and the bad boy of Benicia
hymn-shouting reforms.

She got your number, Dave.

No, Nan, I'm no hymn shouter.

Just a right guy trying to
persuade others to go right.

But what's happened to you?

I felt bad when I heard you'd
been sent to Reform School.

- You were such a sweet kid.
- Yeah?

Well, too much deaconing took
all the sweetness out of me.

It often does.

- How did you ever get in this?
- Ask him.

So, you've got a reform school
jilt in your pedigree, eh?

Didn't they teach you your
lesson up there?

They did, but it didn't take.

I'm not any too happy, Nan,
seeing you here like this.

I'm not exactly crazy about it
myself.

But they've gotta
pin it on somebody.

And I haven't very many friends.

I'll take care of that,
if you're actually innocent.

I've been straight ever since
I got out of reform school.

Won't you believe me, David?

I'd like to.

- If only for old times.
- They won't let me go straight.

That's why I wore that platinum
wig

and changed my name
so they wouldn't know me.

Oh, I can't go straight if they
won't give me a chance.

I don't know whether Nan Taylor
is guilty or innocent.

And neither do the police.

But I do know
that she has her rights.

And the authorities
are wrong to keep her in jail

without positive evidence
one way or another.

Pretty tough being D.A.,
isn't it?

Yes, but not so tough
that I want to lose

the job in next month's
election.

Slade isn't doing you any good.

And that radio station
of his is plenty powerful.

Yes, I know.

However I think he and I will be
able to get together.

I want to be re-elected..

...and he wants a favor.

Nan Taylor.

'District Attorney wants to
speak to you.'

Well, now,
isn't that just too sweet?

District Attorney? The Mayor'll
be dropping in to see her next.

The Governor's flying down to
take her out to tea.

President Hoover
called her up last night.

Yes, but she had
a date with Mr. Roosevelt.

'Doesn't that dame
make you sick?'

'What she needs
is a good sock at the jaw.'

Why the bag, Taylor?

I've got a strange hunch
I'm on my way.

- So long, Spanish.
- Adios.

Goodbye, Twisty,
see you in Paris.

This is Miss Taylor.

Please go right in, Ms. Taylor,
the District Attorney's waiting.

Oh, that's alright, Mr. Simpson,
don't bother getting up.

Oh, pardon me, Ms. Taylor.
Won't you be seated?

Thank you.

'I'm just okaying
the architect's plan'

for enlarging the woman's ward
in the County Jail.

- 'Charming idea.'
- Yes, isn't it?

You're wasting
that panorama on me, Nan.

Save it for David Slade.

Nan, you and I talk
the same language.

Now, I'm absolutely convinced

that you were the front
for that bank holdup.

We can't prove it yet.

But if I find you guilty,
which I believe you are

I'll see that you get yours.

Meanwhile, Dave Slade's
interested in you.

'He's a powerful man
in this town'

'and he wants me
to set you loose.'

I'm going to take a chance
and parole you to him.

They're drawing up the release
papers out there now.

Oh, Mr. Simpson, you don't know
what this means to me

this chance to prove
I'm straight.

Stop kidding and be yourself.

I've known Dave Slade around

this town for the last ten
years.

'And you're the first skirt
I ever saw him go for.'

- What do you mean, go for?
- Just what I said.

I've seen him deal with
a thousand women.

and this is the first he's ever
gone overboard for one of them.

'He's fallen for you
and he's fallen hard.'

He shot straight with you, Nan,
and if you've got it in you

you'll shoot straight with him.

'He still thinks of you as the
sweet, innocent little girl'

'he knew in Benicia
a long time ago.'

'Live up to it, Nan.'

- 'Mr. Slade is here.'
- Show him in.

Come right in, Dave.

Hello, Walter.
Hello, Nan

I'll see if those
papers are ready.

I suppose the District Attorney
has told you.

Yes, and it's wonderful.

I don't mean
just getting out of jail.

You have faith in me and you've
gone to all this trouble

because you believe in me.

Of course I have
faith in you, Nan.

I-I don't suppose
I should have done that.

Alright.

I guess it was just something
neither one of us could help.

I'll take you home 'til you find
something suitable for you.

Maybe you could
help me in my work.

- Your own home?
- Yes.

You remember my older sister
Stella from up in Benicia.

She keeps house for me.

Benicia. Gee,
that sounds a long way off.

We've both walked down funny
roads since then, haven't we?

None of us has come through
life altogether clean.

I found, it's wise to
let bygones be bygones.

'Let the past
take care of the past.'

That's sweet of you.

What you've just said gives me
courage to tell you something

you should know
before we go any further.

Up to now I haven't been
on the level with you.

You were trying to get me off

and you were a powerful man
I played up to you.

Some of the things I said during
your visits to jail I meant.

But most of them
weren't on the level.

Yes?

I was in on that bank stick-up.

I was everything
the District Attorney said.

I..

What's the matter?

But Dave,
what difference does it make?

You yourself said just a moment
ago to let bygones be bygones

and that we're starting
a new future together.

This is different.

I don't know what to say.

Here they are,
all ready to sign.

And you can be on your way.

Here you are, Dave.

What's the matter,
what's happened?

- I'm sorry, Walter.
- What do you mean?

Oh, I just told him something.

Something he didn't know.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Before he can rat on me,
I'll beat him to it.

I was in on that bank stick-up.

Who were your companions, Nan?

I didn't get their names.

Send in the matron.

- You're going on a little trip.
- I'm all packed.

Scram.

- No me quito.
- Is that so?

Now listen, sister.

I've got a season's ticket
for this chair

and it's got three years to go.

- So supposing you get up?
- No me quito.

- Come on, now.
- No me quito!

I don't want to hurt you now.

Whatever you do,
you'll clean it up yourself.

- Had a bath?
- Yes.

Give her a dress.

Here's a neat little model.
Ought to fit you.

- Can't I have a new one?
- Ask Ms. Johnson, there.

- She's head matron.
- How about it?

Maybe, after you've
been here a few years.

Now, get into the dance.
Get in there and get that on.

Gee, I thought
the County Jail was tough.

This is a penitentiary,
not a pink tea.

You're telling me?

New fish! New fish!

Well? Make yourself at home.

'And now, ladies and gentlemen,
as is usual at this hour'

'we have the pleasure
of presenting David Slade'

'who will discuss tonight'

'the recent failure
of the City Power Trust.'

Hey, you can't do
that sort of thing around here.

Just a minute, girls.

We've a rule, you've to ask
permission to touch the radio.

There'd be a riot if we let
every girl change the thing

every time she
didn't like the tenor.

There'll be a riot if anybody
turns on that thing again.

Your personal likes and dislikes
don't matter much up here.

Say, Newman, you gonna let this
new fish get away with that?

I've got permission to listen to
Brother Slade any time I want.

If there's gonna be trouble
about the radio

there isn't gonna be any radio.

Listen..

don't think you can walk in here
and take over this joint.

There's a lotta big sharks
in here that live on fresh fish.

Yeah? And when they add you up,
what do you spell?

That goes for all of you.

'Just another dame trying to
show how brave she is.'

If I hear his voice on the radio
again I'll kick the tubes out.

I know, you're
afraid to listen to him.

You're afraid
he'll make you decent.

Listen, sister.

I heard him in the witness box
at my trial when the judge said

"I sentence the defendant Nan to
a term of two to five years."

Oh, so you're Nan Taylor.

The beautiful bank bandit.

You're the one that nearly
hooked him into that parole

and tried to make him
fall for you.

Say, there isn't any punishment
bad enough for you.

Yeah, well, being pinned up here

with a daffodil like you
comes awful close.

- Got a lotta nerve, haven't ya?
- So what?

I think it's swell.

It'll take plenty to
get by with in here.

I've gone around
with almost everything

but it was baby's milk compared
to coming through that gate

with all these dames
staring at you.

Alright, honey.

Well, I've been here two years

and I wouldn't have
the nerve to do what you did.

Maybe you won't either,
after a while.

I'll take care of myself.

All I want
is a fifty-fifty break.

You won't get that.

But there's a lot of things
that won't hurt you to learn.

You can take them from me or
learn them as you go along.

I'll take them from you.

Swell. Linda's the name.
Come on, I'll show you around.

This is the greenhouse.

Hello, Burbank, how's crops?

Hello, Linda.

And here we find
the dining rooms.

- Connected with the morgue.
- Is the food that bad?

Well, it's cooked by three dames
up here for poisoning.

- What do they use on you?
- Beans mostly.

This is Tuesday,
we get jute balls for dinner.

Jute balls?

When they grow up they turn into
a burlap sack. Hello, kids.

This is the sun yard.

You'll have a nickname for every
grass blade before you get out.

When can I see my cell?

Room, my dear.
Don't be vulgar.

Mine looks like
a chorus girl's delight.

Can you fix them up
any way you want?

Sure. Anything but build
yourself an exit to the street.

Swell, isn't it?

Yeah, except
that I don't like to be teased.

How come?

Out here within a few feet are
the two things you want most.

But you're always
a few feet away.

Freedom...and men.

- This is the lady's bird club.
- Lady's bird club?

Membership limited
strictly to stool pigeons.

They talk their way in here
and try to squeal their way out.

I know how to treat them.

You better be careful
of Sister Suzy.

The one you had
the argument with.

She's a dope
on anything fanatic.

Sounds like she had
a crush on Brother Slade.

Yeah, and that kind
of crush is ten times

as deadly in here as outside.

Shut up so long
those dames go daffy.

She'll make it tough for you.

I'll watch her.

- Hi, Noonan.
- Hello.

She's second matron.

Okay if you are
but don't cross her.

- Her name's Noonan.
- I get it.

Who's the society dowager with
the glass eye and the lap dog?

That's the Mrs. Arlington.
Of the Westchester Arlingtons.

Is that why she's here?

Dear Mrs. Arlington was a little
jealous of a certain Mrs. Banks.

So she gave a dinner
in Mrs. Banks honor

and ground up
some of her finest glassware

in Mrs. Banks'
caviar. Oh, dear.

Uh-oh!

Never mind, Duchess.
Just a new fish.

Hiya, Blondie.

Blondie, Nan Taylor.

- Pleased to meet you, honey.
- How do you do?

This little cream puff
met a guy at a dinner one night

and wanted to know his name.

'So she shot him and read
it in the morning paper.'

Hey, cut it!

Come on, I'll introduce
you to Aunt Maggie.

She's a grand old soul.

Aunt Maggie, this is
the new fish, Nan Taylor.

How do you do?

Hello, Nan, how are you?

I watch over the girls up here.
Sort of makes me feel at home.

Aunt Maggie's up here for
running

what she called a beauty parlor.

Yes, and I did
pretty good at it, too.

Until a detective sergeant came
to my place.

Came to my place to get
a manicure from one of my girls.

- Smoke, Nan?
- Can you?

Sure, in the washroom.

I was just telling her
about that detective

that came into my place
for a manicure.

Got a match?

- Hello, Carrie.
- Hello.

- Meet Nan Taylor, new fish.
- Pleased to meet you.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I'm doing my lesson.
I've got to hurry.

Can you beat that?

Always in a hurry
and up here for life.

The plumbers must been having
their annual picnic in here.

Why?

'Look at that.'

Watch out for her.
She likes to wrestle.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, Mr. Slade

but Miss Taylor
still refuses to see you.

If she'd only believe that I
really do want to help her.

Both Miss Noonan
and I told her you were here.

We talked with her but..

I know. She won't even
answer my letters.

Well, I suppose all I can
do is keep on trying.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you for your kindness.

- Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Slade.

♪ If I could be with you
one hour tonight ♪

♪ If I were free to do ♪

♪ The things I might ♪

♪ I want you to know
that I wouldn't go ♪

♪ Until I told you honey ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ If I could be with you ♪

♪ I'd love you strong
if I could be with you ♪

♪ I'd love you long ♪

♪ I'm telling you true ♪

♪ I'd be anything but blue ♪

♪ If I could be with you ♪

♪ One hour tonight ♪

♪ If I were free
to do the things I might ♪

♪ I want you to know
that I wouldn't go ♪

♪ Until I told you honey ♪

♪ I love you so if I could be
with you ♪

♪ I'd love you strong
if I could be with you ♪

♪ I'd love you long ♪

♪ I'm telling you true ♪

♪ I'd be anything but blue ♪

♪ If I could be ♪

♪ With you ♪

- Oh, gee, that was swell.
- Come on, sing another one.

Just one more, please, come on.

Aunt Maggie, you have
such a terrible permanent.

I can't do a thing with it.

There's a canary bird somewhere
if you could always find it.

Oh, it's mommy's
precious little girl

and doesn't want her mommy
to make her beautiful

and take her out.

Well, that's exactly what we're
gonna do with our little baby.

You're just always exercising..

What's your hurry?
You ain't going any place.

Who said she isn't?

- Oh, pardon me.
- Hello, Genevieve.

- See that dame?
- Yeah.

She used to be one of my girls.

She quit. The stairs
were too much for her.

Oh, Aunt Maggie!

Mail, girls.
Come and get it.

- Susie.
- Yeah.

- Blondie.
- Yes.

- Mustard.
- Yeah.

I'm going to smoke.
Wanna go have one?

Not now, honey.

My husband's just coming
up the stairs.

It's a 100 foot
drop off the window.

Nothing new in that. It's
happened plenty of times.

You're telling me.
That's why I'm here.

Oh!

Thanks.

Jo Jo.

Jessie Jones.

- Nan Taylor.
- Yeah.

'Here's your mail.'

Oh, keep it. You know I never
read that monkey's letters.

I know. But there's a different
one for you this week.

Probably an old gas bill.

- Anais Gorme.
- Thank you.

You finally read one of Brother
Slade's letters after all.

Wrong again, sister.

I passed up my weekly
laugh once more.

You cut his picture
out of the paper.

Stuck it on the wall.

Sure. I was beginning
to forget his pan.

I wanted to remember
to keep on laughing.

You laugh at him,
pretend to hate him.

But you don't.
You love him.

Stop.
You're killing me.

All the time he comes here,
trying to help you.

What do you mean?

He always tries
to help everybody.

Well, I might see him after all.

I can't understand
why he keeps coming to see you.

How he can stoop so low.

It's a mystery to me too.

If he can help me out,
or shorten my sentence

I've been a sucker
not to see him.

Well, you aren't
gonna see him. Now or ever.

No?

Don't make me laugh.

Don't let her
get you down, Susie.

I'll fix her.
Plenty.

Mustard, come here at once.

I'm speaking to you
for the last time.

Well, I hope so.

Where is my laundry?

I told you several days ago
to bring it to my room.

I ain't gonna bring it until
you pays me what you promised.

I told you, Mustard

those things didn't come
with my last order.

Hmm. You means
you never ordered them.

I promised to wash your drawers

if you'd give me some bleach,
cream and hair-straightener.

Until I get some,
you don't get no drawers.

- Even if you's freezin' your...
- Mustard!

How dare you
talk to me that way?

You forget who I am.

Oh, no. I knows who you am
and what you am.

Yous just an old..

Listen. You're discharged.

I'm going to have you punished.

Miss Johnson.

- Call her. Go ahead, call her.
- Miss Johnson?

Go ahead and call her.

I ain't afraid of nobody
in this jail.

I's doing life,
and that's all I got.

How dare you talk
to me that way!

How's that..

Go back to the laundry.

Did you hear me?

Noonan. The parrot.

Yes, ma'am.
I's going.

Alright, girls. Go back
to your places. It's all over.

I don't suppose
there's any place

where one doesn't have
trouble with the servants.

It's swell to see you, Lefty.

I'd come up sooner, Kid.
Only I couldn't take the chance.

Sure was a tough break
about the boys, eh?

I don't get you.

Don, and Dutch.

- Didn't you get the news?
- No. What happened?

They was picked on suspicion

and a couple of chumps
identified them on an old rap.

They're on the other side
of the wall, doing a 20 to life.

Oh, gee. The poor kids.
That's terrible.

That's one reason
I'm up here now.

The boys figure they can
crash out if you help.

How can I help? I'm in here
myself. Ain't I?

Don wants you to
map the women's section

showing your cell.

They've a plan to tunnel through
and come up in your coop.

You can cover them
while they're digging.

A victrola and some jazz records
will do the trick.

What's the idea of crashing
in the women's section?

They're not out when they're in.

There's a lot less artillery,
and not so many guards.

If you can get me the map

and a design of the matron's key
to the main corridor.

Have 'em ready when I come next
month. The rest will be a joke.

The boys figured everything
else, perfect.

Gee, you can count on me, Lefty.

I'll do anything
for Don, and Dutch too.

Then the job's good as done.

I'll tell the boys to start
digging soon as I get the map.

I maybe out of here
myself before long.

What do you mean, out?

Your parole ain't due
for eight or nine months.

Yeah, I might be able to use
that Slade sap in some way.

You didn't have
luck with him earlier.

I'll handle him
different next time.

You better.

- Well, I gotta breeze.
- So long, Lefty.

So long, kid.
Take care of yourself.

Nan, get going. I wants
that spot for my boyfriend.

Okay, Mustard.

Mustard, my own sweet,
little Mustard.

Don't give me
none of that, Orwell.

What I wants to know is,
has you been true to me or not.

'Course I have, honey.
You know that.

Mustard!

- Well.
- Here's the map.

I'll have a drawing of the key
soon. It takes lot of figuring.

I'll slip this to Don
on my next visit.

Psst! Dutch!

Okay.

Hello, Nan.
You busy?

No. Come on in.

Thought I'd chin a few minutes
before locking up for the night.

It's swell the way
you visit us girls.

Well, you get to know the girls.
It makes things easier.

- You're Irish, aren't you, Nan?
- Half.

- And the other half?
- Irish.

That's great.

It's a compliment,
coming from you.

That's a compliment
coming from anybody.

I've been here a long time.

You've come through it
better than others.

I knew it'd be a tough fight.

I've never let
anything lick me yet.

And I never will.

The Irish are great
fighters, Nan..

...and lovers.

I doubt, as far
as I'm concerned.

You did love him.
You still do.

After what he pulled?

He was living up to his code.

As you'd live up to yours.

Why not give him a break?

He's coming up
next visiting day.

I'm glad.

Well, I'll be locking up now.

Noonan, don't those keys
ever get you down?

I've wrestled with them too
long. There's twelve of them.

I've named them
after the Apostles.

This is St. Peter.
The key to the big gate.

This is St. John. The master key
to all the cells.

- That's a big one, isn't it?
- Sure.

- Yeah.
- 'This is St. Luke.'

- Key to the matron's office.
- Yeah.

And this is St. Vitus.
You know that one.

Hello, Aunt Maggie.
Making yourself beautiful?

Uh-huh.

- Is this her coat?
- Yeah.

Whose coat is this?

- Mine. Why?
- Your coat, eh?

Is this your love note, too?

No.

I found it in your pocket.

Somebody must have
put it there, eh?

- Yeah.
- I expected you'd say that.

You're not disappointed.
I know who did it.

Who?

I'm no stool pigeon.

Alright.

30 days in the laundry for you
with no privileges.

No picture shows, no books,
no letters, no visitors.

- But Miss Johnson...
- No buts about it.

- You know the rules.
- That's a dirty trick.

- Shut up.
- She didn't pull that.

Alright, if you feel badly about
it, the same goes for you, too.

Gee, that's tough, Nan.

Means you can't see that
Slade guy next Wednesday.

You're telling me.

Hello, Sister Susie.

Hello, Nan.

Well, they took away
all my privileges.

But there's one privilege
they can't take away from me

you dirty little sneak.

Why, you..

'Scram! The Matron!'

What's the matter here?
What's happened?

The poor, little dear
stumbled and fell.

Quiet, girls. Quiet!

I'm sorry.
But rules are rules.

We'd like to
help you, Mr. Slade.

But we must enforce
our regulations.

But Nan wrote that
she wanted to see me.

Her conduct has forced me
to take away her privileges

for the next 30 days.

But couldn't you arrange
some sort of special interview?

Why, our discipline will become
the laughing stock of the ward.

I counted so much on seeing her.

I understand.

And I'm very sorry, too.

Please tell Nan
that if she'll see me

I'll come up next month.

- Very well. I'll be glad to.
- Thank you.

More work for you, Nan.

Thanks.

♪ I hate to see ♪

♪ That evening sun go down ♪

♪ 'Cause my baby ♪

♪ Has done left this town ♪

♪ If I'm feeling tomorrow ♪

♪ Just like I feel today ♪

♪ Feeling tomorrow ♪

♪ Just like I feel today ♪

♪ I'm gonna pack my brief ♪

♪ And make my getaway ♪

♪ Hey Louis woman ♪

♪ With her diamond ring ♪

♪ Oh she leads that man around
on her apron string ♪

- Bye, Miss Susie.
- Bye, Nelly.

- Bye, Susie. Good luck.
- Thanks.

Well, so long, Nan.

I'm awfully sorry
you gotta stay up here.

Yeah?

I bet you'll be carrying Brother
Slade's collection box soon.

You bet your sweet life, I will.

Keep one hand tied behind you,
or you'll be back up here again.

And we couldn't stand that.

I'm gonna tell him
all about you.

I'm gonna tell him what kind
of person you really are.

Great. And here's something
else you could tell him.

Why, you..

So long.

Nan, your 30 day punishment
isn't up until Saturday.

But Mr. Slade
is here again.

And Miss Johnson has agreed
to let you see him.

- That's if you still want to.
- I sure do.

Since it's a special favor

you're to report
to the matron's office.

Do I have to go like this?

I'll give you a pass.

- Go to your cell and change.
- Oh, gee, thanks.

Come on.

Hello, Nan.

Hello, Dave.

Well, I guess I'm supposed
to break down and weep.

Well, I could
hardly picture that.

Neither could I.

I realize now, that you only did
what you thought was right.

I tried to hate you,
but I couldn't.

Because I knew all along
that I was wrong.

Well, I guess
there's another reason.

Yes?

It's the same one that
kept you writing to me.

And keep on coming
up here to see me.

- Here you are, Miss Graham.
- Thanks.

- Nice day, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

Oh, say, this Lefty fellow
ain't here no more.

Know his forwarding address?

Well, just now,
it's the county jail.

They took him away last night.

Oh, I see.

Never can tell anymore, can you?

No, you can't. Seemed
such a nice fellow, too.

'Hello. County jail.'

'Chief Jailer's office.
Cassidy speaking.'

'What? No, the chief
is busy. Any message?'

'Clark? Alright.
I'll tell him.'

Hello. Get the warden of
the penitentiary on the phone.

At once.

- Did you ring, chief?
- Yeah.

Send this to the warden
at the penitentiary.

By special messenger.
Make it snappy.

- Okay, chief.
- Well, Frank.

Here's the report on the key,
Warden. Looks pretty bad.

B-9-4-7.

Key to main cell block.

Women's section, letter
traced to prisoner 6142.

Cell 76, second tier right.

Sound the alarm, Joe.

Get down to the prison as fast
as you can. I'll be there soon.

- Let's go, Dutch.
- Good luck, kid.

Thanks.

'Hey! Can that music.'

'You're driving me batty.'

They're crushing through
the second tier.

That's the last
cell on the right.

The last cell on the right?
That's Nan Taylor's cell.

Come on, stick 'em up,
you guys! Come on.

When did the warden
hear about this?

- About five minutes ago.
- What is it, Miss Johnson?

Noonan, get all the girls
downstairs as fast as you can.

Open up the cells.
Get the girls to the big room.

- Come on, get out.
- What's the beef now?

You keep still and obey orders.
Come on, get out of here.

Quit your starin', and do
what you're told. Come on.

Come on, boys.

Don!

Well, you certainly made a mess
out of things, didn't you?

'I suppose you know
what this will to mean to you.'

'The parole board
will turn you down.'

'You'll do your full term
without privileges.'

No visitors, no letters, no
anything, except hard work.

You might as well get
this into your mind right now.

Another stunt like this

and they'll be
adding to your sentence.

'How'd you get that?'

Doesn't matter how I got it.
That's enough.

You're responsible for the death
of two men. Your pals.

I'd hate to have that
on my conscience.

Don't worry about
my conscience, sweetheart.

I'm not responsible for
their deaths, but I know who is.

And I'll get even with that
dirty, yellow stool pigeon

if it takes the rest of my life!

Hello, Nan.

Well, if it isn't old
Dead Eye Dick himself.

Gee, you look like
a million-dollar bonus.

Put on a little weight,
haven't you, Tracy?

Yeah, I generally fatten up
this time of the year.

- When did you get out?
- Yesterday.

No hard feeling.

No, say, you have your racket,
and I have mine.

Sometimes, they
don't mix so well, huh?

Sure.

Don't tell me you gone and got
religion at this late date.

That would be a break
for you coppers.

Well, so long, Nan.

I'll tell the headquarters
you're in circulation again.

- They'll be glad to know it.
- You would.

- Goodbye.
- So long.

♪ Nevermore to roam ♪

♪ Open wide thine arms of love ♪

♪ Lord I'm coming home ♪

Come, my friends.

Join with these others
who have come forward

feeling the need
of spiritual guidance.

And our good friend,
their leader, David Slade

will be only too happy
to advice and help you

'as he has helped
thousands of others.'

Happy to have you with us.

Nan!

- Mr. Farnum.
- 'Yes, sir.'

- Take this lady to my study.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll be with you in a minute.
- This way, please.

Right this way, please.

Just make yourself
at home, miss.

I knew you were
getting out yesterday

and I phoned that I'd meet you.

But you had gone.

You see, I didn't waste
any time getting here.

And I appreciate it.

Now I don't have to tell you
what you mean to me, Nan.

From the first moment we met

I hoped that someday, we might
find happiness together.

It's been mighty difficult
for me to see things

from your viewpoint.

But I think,
at last, I understand.

I've been wrong all my life.

And we can start over
again, can't we?

I want to show you something
first, David.

Did you ever see them?

I recognize you,
but I don't know these men.

No. No, I guess not.

You never saw them.

They're dead now.

Dead.

I don't know what you mean.

Why didn't you mail that letter?

- Why didn't you mail it?
- What letter?

Letter you found in your pocket
the last time you saw me.

- I did mail it.
- You double-crossing liar.

You turned it over to the cops.

- I swear, I didn't...
- You're a liar!

You've been from the start.

You came with your pious
promises of help.

You were gonna make me
forget the past.

Yeah, with that two
to five year rap.

But you were gonna see that
I got out because you love me.

I was sap enough to fall for it.

You love me enough to have
another year added to my time.

- I don't understand what...
- There's two kids they got.

Their brains are in alcohol
in little jars

for curious visitor to gape at,
property of that state!

And you murdered them.

- You've got to listen.
- I've listened enough.

I'm forgetting about you,
but you're gonna hear about me

every day of your lyin',
hypocritical life.

You gonna read about me
in the papers

for every crime in the world,
from every city in the world.

And let this cheer you.
It'll be you who's done it.

- You can't...
- Try to stop me!

You can't do it, you understand?
You can't do it!

Because I love you.

If you put your hands
on me again, I'll..

...I'll kill you.

Please, Nan..

David.

David.

That sounded like a shot.

I didn't mean to do that.

Well, that's alright, Nan.
It's nothing.

You let me handle this.

Come in.

What's the matter?

We thought we heard a shot.
Like it was in here.

A shot?

Oh, yes.
I did hear something.

I suppose it was an automobile
backfiring out there.

I'm sorry we disturbed you.

We didn't know
anyone was with you.

There she is.

- She tried to kill him.
- Susie!

I saw her draw a gun
and tried to kill you.

- You're imagining things.
- Oh, no, I'm not.

You're protecting her
because you love her.

Wait a minute.
Quite, sister.

- What's this all about?
- 'I don't know.'

Oh, yes, you do.
You're trying to save her.

Now you are making pretty
serious charges, young lady.

You'll have to prove,
or there'll be trouble.

I'm not lying.
I'm not blind.

I saw her with a gun.

How did you see me, Susie?

Right through that keyhole.

I saw every move you made.

You must have pretty good eyes,
young lady

to see through that sign.

- Why, you...
- Perhaps, Susie need you..

I tell you I'm not lying.

Well, now that
the gallery is gone

what's it all about, Dave?

'There is nothing
to tell, Tracy.'

No?

Well, I ran into Nan
a while ago.

And I thought something funny
might happen. So I hung around.

- Looks like it did.
- I tell you, you're wrong.

'Nan hasn't done anything.'

She's here on a personal matter.

Yeah? Sure you're
not covering up for her?

I never cover up for anybody.

- You know that.
- Looks kinda of funny to me.

Can you keep a secret?

Why, sure.

Well, Tracy..

...Nan and I are
going to be married.

Oh, you are kidding.

- What, you marrying Nan Taylor?
- Isn't that right, Nan?

- Well..
- He said so, didn't he?

Okay.

And if you say that's why
she came here tonight

it's okay with me.

Dave Slade and Nan Taylor.
Well, I'll be doggone.

Well, so long, Nan.

Bye, Dave.

See you in church.

And oh, Dave.
I don't want to butt in

but if I was you, I'd have
a doctor look at that arm.

Bullet wounds
can be troublesome.

He's right about that, David.
You have to see the doctor now.

You didn't mean what you said
about us getting married.

Did you?

Well, that was your idea,
wasn't it?

Well, can you beat that?

She's actually has gone
and married that David Slade.

- Who?
- That's a good picture of her.

You know, Nan was a swell kid.

- I hated to see her gone.
- You bet.

She's knock 'em cold
in my beauty parlor.