All language subtitles for Angels with Dirty Faces111 (1938)

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[indistinct shouting]

[chuckles] Bull's-eye.

It's dead as a doornail
around here.

Yeah.

How about seeing
a picture, Rocky?

They got one at the
Academy on 14th street.

Yeah, what?

"Covered Wagon."

It's brand new, just come out.

You got any dough?

No. You got any?

No.

Oh, look.
There's Rocky Sullivan.

Walk right by him
like we don't see him.

Hey, Rocky, there's
Laury Martin coming.

So what?

Oh, my books,
they're coming loose.

Say, that ain't
a bad-looking doll,

that one in the middle.

The one with the pretzel legs.

- He means you, Laury.
- Why, the fresh...

Then don't be so smart-alecky,
Rocky Sullivan.

Go on. Beat it, pigtails.

Trying to show off, ain't you?

Go on. Scram, before I
wipe the street with you.

You better wipe your nose first.

Is that so?
Well, I'll fix you...

You better scram.
You know Rocky.

- Come on.
- Oh, leave me alone.

- I can handle him.
- Wait till I get down there.

I'll fix you.

I'll slap you down.

Oh! Why, you, you...

- Shut up.
- Oh!

Come on. Let's get out of here,
and dig up some corn somewhere.

You won't get away with that,
Rocky Sullivan.

I'll get even someday.
You just wait.

[metallic clanging]

[train engine chugging]

Say, maybe this winter we can

hop one of these freight
down to Florida.

They say you can go swimming
there, even in January.

Sure, we can even hop one to
California if we wanted to.

Look here,
"Rubelin Coal Company,

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania."
It's too bad it ain't winter.

We could grab a couple bags
of those coals.

"Everwrite Fountain
Pen Company."

- I wonder what's in there.
- I don't know.

Come on.
Let's take a look.

It's loaded full of cases.

Fountain pens. Hundreds of them.
We can break that easy.

Maybe we shouldn't, Rocky.
We don't need those pens.

This ain't like stealing
coal to keep warm.

- We can sell them, can't we?
- Yeah, but how--

Now, listen. What we don't
take, we ain't got.

Come on, look around. See what
you can find to break that lock.

Alright, whoever's in here,
come on out.

Come on out, I say!

[blowing whistle]

- What's the trouble?
- Just a couple of kids.

- I heard them.
- Come on out of there.

Come on, you hoodlums.

You ain't gonna
get away with this.

Come out,
or I'll come in after you.

We gotta make a break
for it, Jerry.

Right now.

[dramatic music]

[blowing whistle]

[train whistling]

[train chugging]

Come on, Rocky!
Jump!

Hi, Snowflakes.

- Hi, Jerry.
- Hello.

What do you hear?
What do you say?

Come on.
Sit down, sit down.

- How they treating you, Rocky?
- Well, like a Prince.

I get three square meals a day

and I get real butter
on my bread.

What a life.

Say, is that a bad cut
on your eye?

Not bad.
Just a few stitches in.

Oh, I thought you knocked
your eye out or somethin'.

You coming to my trial tomorrow?

Listen, Rocky,
I-- I've been worrying

about this all last night.

I can't let you
take the whole blame.

Pipe down, you want
the flapper to hear?

Now get this.
You got away, didn't you?

Okay.
Now, why be a sucker?

Yeah, but, Rocky,
maybe if they thought

I was in on it with you,
they'd go easier on you.

In a pig's eye they would.
Now you listen to me.

Just 'cause you can run
faster than me,

there's no reason why you gotta
go around eatin' yourself.

Jerry: Yeah, but it ain't
fair to you, Rocky.

Now, look, so they send me up.

So what?
What've I got to lose?

Me old man's got troubles
enough without me.

Forget it. It's the breaks.

I got caught, and you got away.

That's all there is to it.

But you, Rocky.

Supposing I was the one

who got caught,

I bet you wouldn't keep quiet.

You'd make them
send you up too.

Go on what do you think I am?

I'd lay dead just
like you're gonna do.

- You would?
- Sure.

Always remember,
don't be a sucker.

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[music continues]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

Frazier: Listen, Rocky,
I'm pulling every string I can.

I'm seeing all
the right people, I think

I can get you off
with about three years.

You talk like I can do that
three years in a handstand.

It's a long time,
that ain't no picnic.

You'll be outside having it
soft on those cushions.

I know, it's tough break, Rocky.
But I'm not gonna mark time.

I'm gonna scout around,
make connections.

Not only for me, but for
both of us, you understand?

Why should I take the fall?

There's no other way out.
Now be sensible.

If they get me too,
I'll not only be disbarred,

but they'll check up on my vault
box and grab that 100 grand.

You don't want to lose
that dough, do you?

Alright, Frazier.
It's my rap, and I'll take it.

But it's my 100 grand,
and I'll take that, too,

the day I get out.

Look...

I know you're a smart lawyer,

very smart...

But don't get smart with me.

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[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[choir singing]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

Very good, boys.
That's all.

Oh, wait till I get
you outside, mug-face.

- I'll immobilize you.
- Yeah? You and your old maid!

[knocking on door]

Come in.

- What's on your mind, son?
- Not very much, Father.

It's just been bothering me
for 15 years.

What did you do
with those fountain pens

you stole out of
the freight car?

- Rocky! You old--
- Jerry, glad to see you.

What do you hear?
What do you say?

What do you hear?
What do you say?

I'm glad to see you.

Good to see you.

15 years.
Hasn't changed a bit.

I guess, you remember
Father Boyle's old sacristy.

- Yeah?
- Remember it?

He used to stand right
where you are

and boil the tar out of me.

Gosh, 15 years.

It doesn't seem possible,
I haven't seen you

in that length of time.

- I've seen you.
- You have? Where?

I was in the stands
the day you made that

90 yard run against NYU.

Why didn't you come back
and see me?

I couldn't.
Some people were waiting for me.

Oh.

Well, I got a kick coming,
though.

- You have? What is it?
- Sure.

Why haven't you written to me?

Oh, you know how it is, Jerry.

I figured, I changed my address
and number

so often, you had
no way to answer me.

And then you know what happens
to letters written in the stir.

Everybody in the P.K.
darn reads them.

And when I was inside,
nothing happened anyway.

When I was out,
well, it was all there

to read on the front page.

Yes, I...
I read all the papers.

Well, you certainly make
a good-looking priest.

Thanks.

Say, I always knew your mother

wanted you to do it, but, uh,

what finally decided you?

Well, I was riding along
on the top of a bus...

looking down,
passing the cathedral.

That gave you the idea, huh?

That's funny, I got an idea
on the top of a bus one time.

Got me six years.

[laughing]

You know, I was
standing around outside

while you were singing
with the kids and...

I kept thinking of
you and me doing

the same thing 20 years ago.

- With Father Boyle.
- Yeah.

Remember the time
we slipped the music of

"Merry Oldsmobile"
into the hymnbook?

How could I forget it?

How'd it go?

♪ Lead, kindly light ♪

♪ Amid the encircling gloom ♪

♪ Lead thou me on
for the night is dark ♪

♪ And I am far from... ♪♪

Certainly did a lot of crazy
things in those days, Rocky.

Certainly did. Certainly did.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Hey, Father, you're supposed
to be down at the store.

The fellas are all waiting
for you.

Alright. You run along and tell
them I'll be right over.

Tell them to get the game
started in the meantime.

- Okay, Father!
- Alright.

What's this store racket?

You got the kids shilling
for the parish?

You know, it's not
a bad idea, Rocky.

No.
It's a pet scheme of mine.

Sort of a recreation spot
for the kids.

Well, kind of a kindergarten
place, huh?

Oh, no, it's for
the big fellas too.

You'd be surprised how
tremendously it's helped

to keep the kids
from becoming...

Hoodlums like me? [laughs]

You know, you've cost me
a lot of prayer.

I've been in kind of
a retreat myself.

Yes.
Will you be here for some time?

Oh, it all depends. I got a
little business to attend and...

Well, anyway I gotta
find a place to live.

Why don't you get a room
right here in the parish?

It's not a bad idea.
No place like home, you know.

Yes, and it's great
to have you home too.

I just came back to take
a look at your kisser.

Stick around and take a lot
of them. This is Maggione's.

Why don't you go in and get
a furnished room.

You remember her, don't you?

Took a lot of good lead pipe
out of that cellar.

You know, church is just
around the corner.

I can drop in to see you
from time to time.

- Well, see you at Mass Sunday?
- Yeah, sure.

I'll help you
with your collection.

- It's a deal.
- Fair enough.

[door bell rings]

- Mrs. Maggione at home?
- What do you want?

- Looking for a room.
- My mother ain't here now.

But the lady in number two,
she'll show you the rooms.

- In there?
- Yeah.

Woman 1: Yes?

Yes?

I'm looking for a room.

Mrs. Maggione's kid told me
you'd take care of that.

Yes.
I'll get the key.

Third floor.

You know, there's something
about your face

that looks awfully familiar.

You've just been looking at
the funny papers, that's all.

No, really.

Listen, sister...

all I'm looking for is a room.

Here it is.

Mrs. Maggione will give
it a good cleaning.

It's alright.
I've seen worse.

I guess you have.

I'll take the room.
What's the tariff?

- Five dollars a week.
- Sold.

In advance.

Oh.

Alright.

Write me a receipt.

You can trust me.

Say, how did you happen
to come to this house?

Looking for references, huh?

Well, an old friend of mine
sent me over here.

Jerry Connolly, the priest
over at the parish house.

- You know him?
- Father Jerry?

Yeah.
Does that send me in?

Oh, I get it now.

You're Rocky Sullivan.

Yeah.

Remember me?

- No.
- Laury Martin?

Laury Martin?

That little fresh kid
with the pigtails?

Well, hello. What do you hear?
What do you say?

Hello.

Hey!
Wait a minute!

I've waited 15 years
to do that!

[laughing]

[clanking]

I wanna see Jim Frazier.

- I wanna see Frazier.
- He's busy.

- I'll wait.
- Who are you?

Rocky Sullivan.

Oh.

Come on.

Man 1: Number one.

Clear the board.

Wait here.

- Somebody outside to see you.
- Yeah? Who?

Rocky Sullivan.

Rocky Sullivan?

Yeah.

Does he know I'm here?

Sure. Didn't you
want me to tell him?

That's alright.

Send him in.

Well, well, Rocky!
Say, this is a surprise.

What do you hear?
What do you say?

I had the date on the calendar.

Only, I thought
it was next month.

Otherwise, I'd have
been down to meet you,

you know, with a brass band
and all the trimmings.

Yeah, I thought it was kinda
funny you didn't show,

but then I know you've been
busy the last three years.

Say, sonny, you got
a swell layout here.

Looks like you're in the dough.

Yes, only...
Well, you know Mac Keefer.

Mac Keefer?
Yeah, heard of him.

Hear he owns the town.
Can buy and sell it.

Only he doesn't buy it.
He sells it.

[laughing]

That's soft, eh?

A whole lot softer than that
stir cot I've been sleeping on

for the last three years.

Frazier: Well, you're out now,
Rocky.

Yeah.

Where's that dough?

- What? The hundred grand?
- Yeah.

I had it for you, only as
I said, I didn't expect...

I know.
You said it before.

You don't have to
worry about it, Rocky.

I'm not worried about it.

I'll have it for you
by the end of the week.

In the meantime,
I suppose you'd like

a little spending money.

- Here, here's 500.
- I'll take that.

It'll take me a few days
to get settled.

And by that time, you can
get that dough together

and tell me where I come in.

Where you come in?
What do you mean?

Where I come in? What
business you want me to handle?

What parts of town
and what my cut is.

Your cut?

Yeah.
That was the idea, wasn't it?

I took the rap, three years.

You took the dough, made the
connections, built it up.

For you and me.
Wasn't that it?

Oh, I see. Yes.
I understand, but...

You've got this thing all wrong.

You see, I work for Keefer.
He's the boss.

I haven't anything to say.

If you want a spot in
his business, why...

You'll have
to take it up with him.

Now, look, Frazier,

I'm not taking it up
with anybody but you.

You figure it out for yourself.

I'm taking up with you
where I left off.

That was the agreement,
and we're gonna stick to it.

Got it?

- Well, yes, but...
- But what?

Well...

[door opens]

Frazier: Hello, Mac.

Am I breaking in on
anything here, Jim?

No, not at all.
Come right in.

I want you to meet
Rocky Sullivan.

- Pleased to meet you, Sullivan.
- Hiya.

I know all about you.
You're okay.

- When did you get out?
- Couple days ago.

- What are you doing?
- Looking around.

Maybe I might have
a spot for you.

We were just talking
about that.

Where you stopping, Rocky?

I've got a room at
my old neighborhood.

On Dock Street, number 24.

Well, I'll blow now.
And...

I'll drop up, say, Monday?

- Monday? That'll be fine.
- Alright.

I'm going downtown.
I'll give you a lift.

Oh, thanks.

See you later, Jim.

Monday.

Get me Steve.

Hello. There's a fella
leaving with Mac.

And I want you to...

Yeah?

Yeah, I got a good look.

Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Sure, I'll take care of him.

[whistling]

Out of the way, blubber head.
The famine is on.

Guys, smoke some cigarettes?

All you guys can have
cigarettes off of me.

You better pack them now, boys.
Here comes the beef trust.

Yeah, I got my ball.

How do you do?

- A nickel you don't conk him.
- Come on.

Alright, a nickel I do.

You missed him, chump.

Yeah. A nickel a
piece you owe us.

That cop don't walk
right or something.

Those cops are so dumb,
it's pathetic.

Yeah, you'd think they'd learn
where a tomato comes

from in police college.

Look.

Hello, toots.
You want the bottle?

You want the bottle?
Oh, nuts.

Hey! What are you
doing with my baby?

"Hey! What are you
doing with my baby?"

- Here's your baby!
- Oh, you loafer!

- I'll get the cops after you!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The way he talks, you'd think
he had something there.

Excuse me.

Hey.
Look at the dude.

Come on.
Let's give him the works.

Alright, kiddo.

- Hey, watch out!
- Come on.

- Give me that!
- What do you want?

I'll make you eat
that ball in a minute!

Alright, come on!
Let's go! Get back!

Like taking candy from a baby.

[indistinct chatter]

How'd you get it, Crab?

I hoisted it over the trench up

back in the alley
and dropped it down a...

Yeah, the corner caught me
right in the dome.

Ah, so long as it didn't
break the machine.

Come on, turn around.

Oh, boy, we'll be
in the money now.

Six nickels and two slugs.

Imagine crooks like that?

Putting slugs in a slot machine.

- Chiselers.
- I'm gonna break this thing...

[whistling at distance]

Pipe down.

Ah, it's only Soapy
and the gang.

- Oh, that's good.
- Hi.

- Hi, Soapy!
- Soapy, look what we got.

Poor chase.
You should see the hook I got.

It's the most I got in my life.

[indistinct chatter]

- We got a sucker's poke.
- No kidding!

Come on. Dish it out.
Time's a-wasting.

What's the matter?
You crabbing already?

[crying]

Give me air!
Give me air!

- How much you got there, Soapy?
- Let me see.

10, 20, 30, 35...

Gee! There must be
more than 100 there!

A 100 nothing.
We're in the big chips now.

Wow, what a haul!

"Wow, what a haul!"

Six ways!
Don't forget, six ways!

We get crab like you.
You'll get yours.

What, are you grabbing already?

Come on. Come on.
Give me, Soapy.

Boy 1: Oh, that looks
very, very...

Oh, my!

Soapy: We split half, alright?

[indistinct chatter]

Boy 2: You bunch of chiselers!

Stick them up!

You're all covered.

Hey, give us a break, mister.
We wasn't even there.

We didn't have nothing
to do with it.

Say your prayers, mugs.

- On the level, mister!
- Shut up, rats!

Soapy: Stop your squealing.

Who's the leader?

- I am.
- Come here.

Collect that dough, and fast.

Come on.
Hand it over.

You too. Come on.

Here.

Now get them up and turn around.

- What?
- Hey!

Hey! What's the matter?

Next time you roll
a guy for his poke

make sure he don't
know your hideout.

How'd you know?

Come here, suckers.

Hey, how do you know
this place so good?

Yeah, how do you know?

Let me show you.
Here.

Look at this.

- Hey, you ain't...

Soapy: You ain't Rocky Sullivan!

Rocky Sullivan!

Hey, did you get that?
It's Rocky Sullivan!

And we tried to hook you!
What a boner!

Yeah, I guess the minute you saw
us duck down the alley

you knew we was heading
for the hideout.

And I took the old shortcut.
What do they call you?

Soapy's the name.
This guy's Bim.

- This mug here's Swing.
- Hi.

This palooka up here's Hunky.

Hiya, Rocky.

- This guy on my left--
- And I'm Pasty.

And this guy's Crab face.

We just call him
Crab for short.

- Hiya.
- Glad to meet you, Rocky.

Fellas, meet Rocky Sullivan,
headliner!

- Hi, Rocky!
- Hiya, Rocky!

Good to see you!

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Rocky.

Hey, you took the room above us,
number 24, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Sure, sure. We knew.

You knew when you rolled me,
I was living there?

Certainly. Certainly.
Johnny Maggione told us.

Yah, but he didn't tell us
who you was.

You still shouldn't have
taken a chance.

Never bother anybody
in your own neighborhood.

You kids got a lot to learn.

Well, then, you ought to be able

to learn us, Rocky.

Now, look, how would you
like to have a bite with me?

[indistinct chatter]

Here's a fin,
get down to the delicatessen

and get some sandwiches
and pickles and some beer.

Bring them over to my place.
We'll have a feed.

Great!

[indistinct chatter]

Soapy: Come on, will you.
I'm not in a bread line.

Now, will you
give me some beans?

Alright, alright, alright.

Come on.
I'm on no hunger strike.

Give out with this Irish caviar.

Come on, Chip. A little
more, you stingy grubber.

- Give me some pickles.
- You don't want any pickles.

[crying]
Sure, I want pickles.

- You like pickles? Take them.
- Yeah.

Boy! Pickles!

What are you doing?
Going into business?

- No. Souvenirs. Free.
- Oh.

Here, Rocky.
Here's your change.

Four and a half bucks even.

Hey, where's the other 50 cents?

We had to buy something,
didn't we?

You guys got an awful
lot to learn.

Come on now, chuck your
chest up to the wood.

Ah, these beans are rotten.

Oh. You don't like the beans?

No!

[laughing]

Hey, these beans taste soapy.

- Eh...
- But good!

Very good.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Rocky: Hello, Jerry.
- Hello, Rocky.

What do you hear?
What do you say?

How are you?
Hello, boys.

Just having a little bite
to eat with the kids.

- Sit in?
- Sure, why not?

- Right here.
- Thanks.

- Now, how about a sandwich?
- Alright.

Thanks, Swing.

Well, it didn't take long to get
acquainted with Rocky, did it?

Hey, Rock, looks like you
and the Father are old pals.

Look, next time you get
down to the hideout...

look at that old door, you'll
see right next to my initials,

Jerry Connolly.

You mean, Father used
to hang with Rocky

down at the old boiler room too?

Certainly did,
of course, we spent

most of our time
at the gym now, Rocky.

Rocky: Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, that reminds me, boys,
I kinda hoped to be able

to start that
basketball game today.

We're too busy.
Too busy.

Hey, give me a sandwich,
will you?

What's the matter, Soapy?

Why don't you want to go
to the basketball game?

- It ought to be fun.
- What do you think we are?

A bunch of cream puffs
or something?

Hey, imagine us playing
basketball all of a sudden.

[laughing]

Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what!

I'll bet a buck to a plug nickel

you can't get the ball
past the other team.

And I haven't even seen them.

Hah! We'll run them
into the ground.

[indistinct chatter]

- You'll come with us, Rocky?
- Yeah.

- What do you say? Is it a bet?
- Is it a bet?

Bim: Yeah, I got a nickel.
It's a bet.

Soapy: Split the winnings.

Hey, I think we ought to have

some practice first though.

The gym is open, you can
go over, right now.

If you like, go ahead.

[indistinct chatter]

Goodbye, Father.

Young rough necks, I've been
working at them for a year,

can't get any place,
you talk to 'em for 10 minutes,

I guess, they'd jump through
a hoop if you asked them to.

Maybe it's because
I wear my collar frontwards.

Well, maybe.

Well, as long as you're
sponsoring the gym,

let's go and take a look at it.

- You mean now?
- Sure. Why not?

Come on, Rocky, I wanna
show you what I'm building.

You remember old
Kraus Meyer's store, don't you?

- Yeah, sure. We used to rob it.
- Yes.

Sure, I've been trailing him,
but he's mixed up with a priest

and a bunch of kids and I
can't get a crack at him.

Alright, don't let him
out of your sight.

I'll send Bugs down with
a couple of the boys.

Come on, fellas. Let's wipe up
the floor with these kids!

The kids play
a swell game, Rocky.

Keep a good eye on them.
Keep your chin covered.

[blowing whistle]

Alright, boys,
clear the floor!

Take the mats off!
Line up.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Friends?

Okay.

Hey, what have you been doing,
playing a duck for me?

I wasn't gonna hurt you.

No, I forgot you were
in the neighborhood.

Oh.

Well...

what are you doing?

Same thing you're doing,
watching the game.

Say, uh...

you know you turned out to be
a pretty snappy looking dish.

- Thanks.
- For a sociable worker.

Thanks again.

I can't figure out
why some smart guy

hasn't grabbed you off.

Some smart guy who's always
in the headlines, huh?

You could do worse.

[blowing whistle]

You know better than that,
Soapy.

Wait till I blow the whistle.

Okay, let's get going.

[blowing whistle]

[blowing whistle]

Ready?

[blowing whistle]

Run! Run!

[blowing whistle]

Free throw!

Hey, that's not fair.
He didn't do nothing.

That's it.

Come on!

- Come on! Take it down!
- I got my man!

Swing, you do that again, I'm
gonna have to out of the game.

I didn't do nothing.
He's screwy.

Yeah, he didn't nothing,
now give us a break.

What's the matter, Father?

Can't even shove a guy
in this game?

What do you mean, shove a guy?

It's a free throw.
Gibby, take it.

That's not fair!

Hey, dribble that ball
and pass it.

Dribble that.

[blowing whistle]
Foul!

That big bozo just stuck his
belly out, that's all.

You boys know better than that.

You've been committing
technical fouls

and personal fouls.
Now, stop it.

You've got six men on the floor.

Pasty, get off the floor.

Somebody take care
of that trapeze.

- Just me good deed for today.
- Alright. Red out.

[blowing whistle]

Here. Watch this.

Make a few notes.

Alright, boys!

Mr. Sullivan's gonna referee.

Hey, don't forget
about that bet.

- Go on. Get off the floor!
- What am I, an orphan?

- Now! Get going! Alright.
- Yeah.

Don't forget. According to
rules. Now you understand?

- Yeah. Throw the ball to me.
- Wait for the whistle, chump.

What's the matter with you?

Don't raise your hand to me.

Get in here. Play ball.

- Ready? Position, now.
- Yeah.

Here we go.
Wait for the whistle.

Ow!

Hey, what's going on here?

Rocky sure handles those
kids, doesn't he?

Yes, but don't you think it's a
bit like playing with dynamite?

Why do you say that, Laury?

Look, Father, just because

you've got me seeing
things straight now

there's no reason
why I should wear blinders.

I still remember
what Rocky's kind is like.

I don't know.

Somehow, I feel that...

Rocky could be straightened out.

Get up!

Come on! Let's go!

- Break it up!
- Foul! Foul!

Foul!

Alright!

Come on!
Soapy, what are you doing?

Foul!

Foul ball!

[whistling]

- Alright.
- Ready?

Wait for the whistle,
do you understand?

- Right, let's go.
- Here we go.

[whistling]

- What's the idea?
- Why did you...

Why did you beat him?
He didn't do nothing.

- What's the big idea, Rocky?
- That's what I'm asking you.

Now, you play according
to the rules,

or I'll slap some sense
into you.

- I didn't do nothing!
- Well...

If you didn't do nothing
don't do it again.

Now, come on, give me that ball.

Here we go. [whistling]

Come on, pass me.

Bim: Soapy!

Hey, Bim!

Hey, where you running?

Personal foul.
Free throw over here.

I didn't do nothing.

[whistling]
Foul!

Foul?
What did he do, hit me?

Foul.
Our ball over here.

Get him!

Give me that ball!

Give me...

Swing: What's the matter, Rocky?

What are you doing,
playing for the other team?

Now look, are you guys
going to play

according to the rules or not?

Okay, Rocky.

According to the rules, fellas.
Got me?

According to the rules.
We'll beat them!

Thirty-two to 8.
Boy, what a slaughter.

What do you mean, 32 to 8?
It was a close game.

Yeah! You just won by a nose.

Come now, all you guys,
shower down.

Right there.
All those nickels.

You. You. You. And you.
Put them in there.

- Somebody stole my nickel.
- Those guys play too rough.

Where's my nickel?

Who put those slugs in there?

- Not me.
- Kick in, come on.

Think I'd gyp you?

Hey, Rocky, you give us some
practice tomorrow,

and we'll mop up these mugs.

I don't know nothing about that.
You better ask Father.

Hey, Father, will you give us
another chance tomorrow?

- Hey, Father! Come on!
- Give us some practice.

- Be a sport.
- Well, I'll tell you...

You promise there'll be no
fouls, meet me here tomorrow

I'll see if I can
arrange a game.

- Can you get smaller kids?
- Yeah.

Oh, boy!

You didn't know it
was there, did you?

No.

[knocking on door]

Aha, just in time.
Thanks.

- Say, uh, you going home?
- Yes.

I'll wait for you.

Hey, Rock...

you wanna watch out for
that dame. She's a jinx.

She put her last guy
six foot under.

Anybody ask you?

I didn't say a word.

Who's carrying your
books for you now?

Nobody.

Say, I heard somewhere
about you being mixed up

with a guy.
Who was that?

There was only one.
My husband.

Ah, took care of him, huh?

Yeah, about four years ago.

Mm-hmm.
What happened?

What usually happens
when a boy gets mixed up

with a bunch of would-be
tough guys.

He was a swell kid
when we first got married.

But he tried to give me
a lot more

than he could get driving a cab.

Partly my fault.
I didn't stop him.

Well, he got in deeper
and deeper.

Finally, one night, he tried
to shoot it out with the cops.

That's what always happens,
isn't it?

Oh, maybe, yeah, with guys
who don't know their business.

Hey, look, maybe I think
I got something in my eye.

Can you see anything?

- No.
- Got a handkerchief?

Yeah, sure.

No, no.
It's alright.

What's the difference?

I've seen everything.

You know, you were
right the other day.

This neighborhood
don't change much.

Know that?

There's too much traffic.

We gotta wait
for a better opening.

Now, trail him slow.

We'll get him.

[engine rumbles]

Well, here we are.

Here we go.

Look, honey, make out
this is where you live.

- Say goodnight, go on inside.
- Well, what's the matter?

Do me a favor and stop
asking questions. Go on in.

- Beat it.
- Yeah, yeah, sure.

Goodnight, Rocky. And thanks
for bringing me home.

- Goodnight, baby.
- Rocky, please be careful.

[engine rumbles]

[car honking]

He just went in the drugstore.

Pharmacist: Can I help you,
sir?

I don't think so.

Ah, Cherry Coke.

You go in and keep
the place cleared out.

I don't like the setup.

Ed, we gotta figure out
something.

Now, the guy's heel
is in too good a spot.

We go in the front, he swings
around and starts popping.

It's no good.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

We get him in the phone booth
where he can't move.

Ed, hop in the delicatessen.

Ring the drugstore
and ask for Sullivan.

Make sure you leave the receiver
off the hook.

Now, if he falls for it,
we're set.

Okay.

- You got a phone?
- How about my prescription?

- Why? When'd you leave it?
- Yesterday.

- My brother brought it.
- Well, what is the name?

- Peterson.
- Excuse me. I'll see.

[phone ringing]

Hello. Nadler Drugstore.

Who?

Just a minute.

- You Rocky Sullivan?
- Yeah.

You're wanted on the telephone.

Hello.

Rocky Sullivan speaking.

Hold the line.

He fell for it. Ed, hop
in the car and keep close.

Let's go.

Get in that backroom,
keep your mouth shut

and your eyes closed.
Get it?

- Go on. Get going.
- I'll have it in just a minute.

Give me that canister.

Now back up.

Come on. Faster.

Now get in there,
and get in deep.

Answer that phone.

[gunshots]

[indistinct shouting]

[clamoring]

[siren wailing]

Right over there, officer!

- What do you know about this?
- I never saw him before.

He came in and asked
for a prescription.

Said he left it
the other day before.

I couldn't remember.

He said his name was Peterson.

[dramatic music]

Man 2: Clean it out! Clear out!

Clear out of here.

Come on.
Hurry it up.

Hey, can you see him?
There must be 100 holes in him.

Who do you think done it, Soapy?

On your way, kid! Beat it!
Clear out of here!

Who do you think you're pushing?

Hello, Frazier.

This is Bugs.

Everything's fixed.
We got him.

That's good.

Alright, drop out of sight
for a couple of days.

- Rocky.
- Yeah. Rocky.

I ain't dead yet.
Give me those keys.

Get going.

Open it up.

[intense music]

I didn't have anything to do
with it, Rocky,

I swear to you, I...
I didn't.

I ought to give it to you
right in the head,

but you owe me a 100 grand.
I gotta get that first.

Yes, of course, it's yours,
but I've only got about...

2000 here.
I can get the rest later.

Shut up and get it open.

Get away from there.

Saving these too, huh?
You're a smart lawyer, Frazier.

A little too smart
for your own good.

- Two grand?
- Yeah, that's all there is.

There's some securities
there and some bonds.

Get out of here.
Get over there and sit down.

There.

Fourth Street National,
280,000.

Farmers and Merchants, 160,000.

Industrial Trust, 65,000.

You've done very alright,
Frazier. Very alright.

I'm mighty proud of you.
And why shouldn't I?

I mean, we're partners,
ain't we?

Of course, Rocky.
Of course.

Just like we said
three years ago, huh?

- Now, let's see...
- That's nothing just a--

Sit down and relax.

Huh, we're collecting
autographs, huh?

Some pretty important... Well,
some very important people.

Some officials here might be
interesting to know about.

Paid off just about everybody
in town, haven't you?

Made them sign too. That's the
way you held the club over them.

Huh?
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna take this with me
and study up on 'em.

One partner should know what the
other one's doing, shouldn't he?

- Of course.
- Now, what's Keefer's number?

- Circle-0500.
- His private number.

- That's it.
- Dial.

Now, look,
you're gonna get on there

and you're gonna tell Keefer I'm
coming up there in the morning.

And he's to get me that
100 grand, you get it?

And no wrong cracks,
or I'll cut you off short.

- Got that too? Come on.
- Yeah.

Hello, Mac? This is Rocky.

Yeah.
Surprise, surprise.

No, I ain't down at the morgue.
It's one of your own boys.

Say, look, Frazier's here
he wants to talk to you.

- Go ahead.
- Hello, Mac?

Rocky will be up at the
El Toro in the morning.

About 11 o'clock. That'll give
him time to get to the bank.

11 o'clock. That'll give you
time to get to the bank.

I want you to take $100,000

out of my personal account
and give it to him.

What's up?
Is he holding you?

- Tell him yes.
- Yes.

You've got to do it, Mac.
You understand?

- You've got to do it.
- Okay. I'll give it to him.

And tell him no slip ups.
It's very important to you.

And no slip-ups, Mac.
It's very important to me.

Okay, okay.
I said I'd give it to him.

Come on.

Hello, Mac,
I get you out of bed?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I think he's sore.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Nice day for murder.

- Where's Frazier?
- Where's that 100 grand?

You think we're gonna
pay off, huh?

Certainly, if I don't get
that dough in three minutes,

Frazier's gonna be splashed
all over

the best hideout in town.

You don't expect to get away
with this, do you?

Why not?

I guess we can make you talk.

Uh-huh.

Alright.
Suppose you do make me talk.

I give you a wrong number.

Maybe another wrong number.

Meanwhile, Frazier's watching
the clock,

waiting for the phone to ring.

Now, how much you like Frazier?

- Give him the dough.
- Well, look...

Give him the dough.

Look...

suppose you don't
produce Frazier.

What do I want with him?

Alright, hundred grand.

Now give me a phone
with an outside line.

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

Poleano Vegetable Market.

Hello. Yeah, this is Rocky.

Hey, look, when I walk
past your window,

you call that number I gave you.

Yeah, but don't call if you see
me smoking a cigarette.

That means I'm being followed.

Hello. Hello.

What you talk? You crazy?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Yeah. Right.

See, when I walk
past that window...

Frazier will be sprung.

Unless I'm followed.

Okay. Beat it and let him go.

We'll get him
as soon as we see Frazier.

I got a better idea.

Get me the Tyson street
police station.

Hello.

This is Mac Keefer.
Let me talk to Buckley.

Hello, Buck? Mac.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm gonna do
something for you.

I'm gonna give you a hot tip.

Last night, Rocky Sullivan
snatched Frazier.

I just paid off 100 grand
to him.

What are you doing, kidding me?

Yeah. Yeah, I get you.

Thanks for the tip.

Okay.

What you doing? I don't get you.

Yeah. What's the idea of
bringing the cops in on it?

Because I'm not a mug.

I'm smart, see.

Sure, you'd like rough stuff.

Why, when you can do it
nice and legal?

No trouble, no fuss.

And the top boys will like it.

Why don't you guys use
your brains like I do?

[honking]

- Soapy, my room. Quick.
- Be right up.

Man 3: Where's Rocky Sullivan's
room?

Woman 3: Upstairs.

Get out of here and stash that
someplace where it'll be safe.

- And don't open it.
- Okay, Rocky.

This is it.

Come on, Sullivan. Open up.

Come in. It's open.

- How are you, Rocky?
- Hello.

Why all the artillery?

Reading your life story.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

You forgot the garbage can.

What did you do with it?

Tell me what you're looking for,
maybe I can help you.

- The dough.
- What dough?

Get your coat on.

Speed it up, Rocky.
You're not so funny.

- It's killing me.
- Uh-huh.

[indistinct chatter]

Quiet! Quiet!

- What the cops jug him for?
- I don't know.

He didn't have time
to tell me nothing. See.

He gives me this
and tells me to hide it.

-Hey, what do you think's in it?
- How should I know?

- Something valuable I bet.
- Let's open it and see.

- Wanna lose your hand?
- What's the idea?

Rocky said not to open it. See?

Alright. Alright.
I was just asking.

How'd you get away with it?

You should've seen them cops.

They passed me
right on the stairs.

They don't know nothing.

And me with this in me shirt.

[laughter]

You're all wrong, boys. All
wrong. There was no snatch.

Me and Frazier was on
a business trip, that's all.

Come on, Rocky.
You might just as well spill.

We've got all the dope anyway.

Why don't you let me
call my lawyer?

Oh, sure.

Yeah. Who is your lawyer, Rocky?

Frazier.

- Hello, Jim.
- Hello, Mac.

I don't know how you feel,
but you look terrible.

It wasn't any picnic
down in the cellar

under a boiler
with a lot of rats and dirt.

Maybe that'll teach you to leave
the rough stuff to me.

Well, is it my fault if those
apes of yours

haven't got sense enough
to get the right man?

You didn't put anybody
after Sullivan, did you?

- No.
- That's good.

You did that once too often.

I'm letting the coppers
take care of him.

You what?

I tipped them off
that he snatched you.

I just got word from Buckley
that they picked him up.

That's just what you shouldn't
have done.

- It's already done.
- But you don't understand.

Sullivan picked me up
at my home.

He's got everything that was
in my safe

Account books, receipts, names,

addresses, bank books,
everything.

If he's prosecuted
for this kidnapping,

he'll talk, and he's got
evidence to back it up.

James: He'll tear this
whole town wide open.

What are you waiting for?
We gotta pull him out of there.

If anybody pulled
a boner, you did.

- Get me Buckley.
- Let me talk to him.

Hello. Hello?

Buckley? This is Mac.

Say, listen, [chuckles]
you'll have to spring Sullivan.

Yes, I just learned it's all
been a little mistake.

A little mistake,
what do you mean?

A mistake in a pig's eye!

You can't pull a thing
like this on me.

- See you soon, Rocky.
- Not if I can help it.

Drive west.

Man 4: Extra! Extra!
Read all about it!

Lawyer kidnapped!

Extra! Extra! Lawyer kidnapped!

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Extra! Extra!
Two-gun Rocky held.

"Two-gun Rocky Sullivan,
well-known gangster and bad man

perpetrated the snatch
and received the money.

Rocky Sullivan evidently
returned directly

to his boyhood haunt
following his release

and had been in the district
only a few days

before he kidnapped
James Frazier,

the prominent attorney
and playboy.

Ransom asked was 100,000
smackers."

Boy, you don't find that
in poor boxes.

Yeah. Leave it to Rocky, boy.

I'll bet that dough's
in the envelope.

Maybe it is. So what?

So, the kid has an idea.

And if Rocky does go up,
it all belongs to us.

That envelope goes
to Rocky, see?

Even if it gotta wait 20 years.

You won't have to wait
that long.

Soapy: Rocky!
Boy 3: Hey, Rocky!

Glad to see you. We was just
talking about you.

Hey, what happened?
Did you break out?

- No. I walked out.
- It said in the papers--

Never believe what you read
in the papers.

First you're in,
and then you're out.

Boy, they certainly
can't hold you, Rocky.

[laughs]

Come on. Where's that envelope?

- I got it. I got it.
- Alright, let's have it!

Soapy: Wait a minute, Rocky.
I'll get it for you.

Here you are, Rocky.
Just like you give it to me.

Hey, that's the 100 grand the
paper said you got, ain't it?

Asking questions again, huh?

Listen, some of these days
you're gonna stick your nose,

and you're gonna get
something in it.

- I only thought it was--
- Shut up!

Now, look, you don't know
anything about this, see?

- Huh?
- No. No, I don't know nothing.

But you do know what guys get
who talk.

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
- Huh?!

Now, look...

that goes for the rest of you.

You understand?

- Certainly.
- Sure, sure, Rocky!

- Alright. Now we're pals.
- Put her there, Rocky!

Alright, Soapy.

Here you are.

Cut that up any way you like.

- It's okay. I just saw it made.
- Thanks, Rocky.

Yeah, you don't have to worry
about the guys talking

'cause we once had a squealer
in the gang,

but now he ain't got no teeth.

- I'll see you in a couple days.
- Hey, Rock!

So long, Rocky!

[indistinct chatter]

- Have a good time!
- Come on, guys!

- You ought to join the circus.
- Yeah!

Yeah, Swing, here's your cut.

Boy 4: Come on.
Give me some of that.

Fifty bucks! Wow!

"Fifty bucks! Wow!"

Yeah! And the same
for the rest of you too.

Bim: Oh boy, 50 simoleons.

My old man never made that much
dough in his whole life

working for
the Department of sanitation.

Hey, how much you got there,
Soapy?

- About 100.
- A hundred? How come?

It's twice as much as I got.

What's the matter? You wanna
make something out of it?

No. No.

He deserves it,
he handles all the stuff.

What are you starting
trouble for?

You pull in your ears.

Say, what are we gonna
do with it?

It's burning a hole
through my hands.

I know what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna get me

a pair of chromium-plated
brass knuckles.

Come on!

[indistinct chatter]

[knocking on door]

Jerry: Can I come in, Rocky?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Wait a minute, Jerry.

Hold on just a second,
I wanna dry me hands.

- Hello, Jerry.
- Hello, Rocky.

What do you hear?
What do you say?

What do you say?

You know, you gave me
a terrific scare.

Huh?

Before I finished reading
about you being arrested,

there were headlines
saying you were out.

There was nothing to it.

You know how it is with a guy
with a record.

Get to haul him in
from time to time

just because you have
nothing else to do.

Well anyway, they didn't keep
you very long.

- What are you worrying about?
- Plenty.

- What's up?
- Well...

Soapy and the boys have
a return game at the gym today,

and they haven't shown up.

I can't locate them.

Thought you might know
where they were.

How would I?
What am I, a nursemaid?

No, Rocky. I didn't mean that.

Thought they might be up here
celebrating your release.

You know, with them,
it's kind of a hero worship.

You can't blame them for that,
can you?

Rocky, why don't you tell me
what it's all about.

Look, Jerry,
I've been answering

a lot of questions
all morning, see.

A lot of them.

Frazier and me were just away
on a business trip, that's all.

Some dope wanted to start
trouble and...

have a laugh on the cops
at the same time.

Spread a false alarm,
that's all there was to it.

Well, I'm glad it wasn't
any more than that.

I'm gonna run along.

- Yeah? Hello, Laury!
- Hello, Father.

What do you say?

Say, this looks like
it's going to be a big day.

Well, I have to admit,
I was pretty worried.

Sounds very nice to hear.

Well, Father, I-- I finally
located our precious angels.

- You did? Where?
- Over at Murphy's poolroom.

- What?
- Yeah, Soapy and the gang.

They're passing out beer to all
the kids in the neighborhood.

Throwing dollar bills around
like confetti.

Wonder where they got the money.

Well, you might ask them.

Well, I'm gonna be going, Rocky.

30 soon?

- Coming, Laury?
- No, Father.

I want to stay
and talk to Rocky for a while.

Oh.

When will I see you, Rocky?

Oh, I'll catch up with you.

Okay. Bye.

- Well, Rocky, I guess--
- Now wait a minute.

I think you're the kind of gal
that's smart enough

to mind her own business.

Am I right or wrong?

Don't worry.
I know all the rules.

Get your one here. Five.
Get your ten here.

All bets covered!
Come on, put it in.

Where'd you get the dough,
Pasty?

We wrote to Santa Claus, see.

Then when we woke up
this morning,

there it was in our socks.

All bets covered.
Come on, boys.

[indistinct chatter]

- Give me another one.
- What do you mean another one?

All I bet you was five bucks!

What's the matter?

Trying to gyp the kid
or something?

- He owes me five bucks.
- Shut up!

Dirty tables aggravate me.

You're gonna make this shot,
you know.

Put your eight ball
on the corner.

Okay.

Hey, bury that beef, will you?

Pull in your head
and get that off the table!

Got a three ball off the corner.

Nice shot, boy!

Eight bucks!

Eight bucks! Not bad.

My mother has to work almost
all week to make this much.

Give, give, give.

Alright. Alright.

All gamblers die broke.

Man 5: Hey, Soapy,
you promised us

another round of beers
if you won.

Soapy: Okay, go on,
bring up another case.

What's the difference? Those
chumps are paying for it.

- What is this, a raid?
- No.

Maybe they're gonna make
a Sunday school out of it.

[laughs]

Man 6: Come on. I'll take two.
Soapy: I got that covered.

Man 7: Give me two.
- I got it covered.

Weren't you boys going over
to gym to start that game?

Sure, Father,
we just wanted to see

what was going on in here.

Come on, Joe.
Come on, kids.

Let's go to the gym.

Giving a party, Soapy?

Everybody invited?

Yeah.

Why don't you give it
over at the gym?

Because we're having it here.

What about that return game
you asked for?

Hey, Small Change...

Double that bet on that shot,
okay?

Okay. It's your murder.

Where did you get this money
you've been spending?

Hasn't anything I've told you
for the last

three years meant anything
to you?

What makes you think
that hanging around hoodlums

spending this kind of money
with a lot of hoodlums

is gonna get you any place
but jail?

Come on, fellas,
what do you say?

Why not go with me, and we'll
figure this whole thing out?

Come on. Let's go over
to the gym.

- How about it, Swing?
- I don't know, Father.

Well, I got a sore leg.

What do you say, Bim?

Father, there ain't no future
in playing basketball.

Well, how about you fellas?

Can't a guy even have any fun?

It's a waste of time.

Look, Father...

we don't fall for that
pie-in-the-sky

stuff no more, see.

[laughs]
What's the matter?

Can't you get them to go
to heaven with you?

You got the wrong slant, honey.

You got a bad break a long time
ago and you're still figuring

that's the only way
things can go.

You're reading stuff about
"Crime don't pay."

Don't be a sucker.

That's for yaps and small-timers
and shoe-stringers.

It's not for people like us.

You belong in the big shot class.

Both of us do.

- I wonder.
- Look...

Got any glad rags,
something fancy,

an evening gown?

- A very old one.
- Well, come on, get it on.

We'll go out
and do some celebrating.

What will we be celebrating,
Rocky?

All this! You don't get
on the front pages every day.

You don't get away
from the cops every day, Rocky.

You do if you're smart.
Come here.

See those white lights up there?

That's where you belong,

and that's where you're going.

Come on, I'll show you
who this town's made for.

Well, I hope that old gown
of mine hangs together.

[instrumental music]

Man 8: Wants an eight.
Man 9: Wants an eight.

- Here's 10,000 on red.
- You got a bet!

Thirty-six, red.

Place your bets, ladies
and gentlemen.

Give the lady
a stack of black chips.

- For whom?
- For me.

- Rocky Sullivan.
- Oh, yes. Sure, of course.

Yeah, baby, try your luck.
I got some business to attend.

I'll be back in a little while.

- But, Rocky, I'm not lucky.
- Don't be afraid.

Come on, let your hair down.
Have some fun. Go ahead.

Man 10: Place your bets,
ladies and gentlemen.

- How much are these?
- Fifty dollars each.

Laury: Change them
to dollar chips.

But Mr. Sullivan wants black.

- I don't like black.
- Oh, you don't like black.

Mac: After I knew the facts,

and seeing how Jim
owed you the dough,

and it being a misunderstanding,

we decided to call it square,
with no hard feelings...

Especially now that you're
in the know of things.

You boys really want to talk
business, huh?

- Yeah.
- Come on, let's talk.

Look here, Rocky,
what about those accounts

you took from my safe?

Why, those are very good
insurance, just in case

you boys decide
to change your minds.

- Okay. What do you want, Rocky?
- Nothing from you, Mac.

Just my original agreement
with Frazier

50 percent of his share
of everything.

That sounds fair enough, Jim.

Alright. It's a deal.

Now, look, I'm gonna take very
good care of those accounts.

And if I was you,
I wouldn't do anything

I'd be sorry for...

because I'm gonna pay
special attention

to those books, understand?

If it's a deal between you guys
is a deal,

just like it was on paper.

That's me, Rocky.
I always do everything legal.

Oh, yeah. I know that.
Now, look...

If you don't mind, partners,

I'd like to have my accountant
go over the books,

just to make sure you boys
ain't cheating.

- Fair enough?
- Yeah.

Okay.

How long do you think I'm gonna
let that guy sit in my chair?

Just as long as he hangs on
to that information.

[instrumental music]

- You like this place?
- Sure. Why wouldn't I?

- Just got a piece of it.
- Rocky.

- Yeah.
- Maybe you are smart enough.

Look,baby,
how'd you like to give up

that two-for-nickel job
and move in here?

Doing what?

Just sitting around,
looking pretty,

dance a little, play a little.

Kind of a hostess.

Give you 100 a week
and expenses.

And it'll be very nice

to have at least one friend
in this place.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Yes, Mrs. McGee, what is it?

Well, I've had lunch
waiting since noon,

and then this package came
by messenger.

I thought maybe it was
important, so I brought it up.

Alright. Thank you.

Is there anything wrong, Father?

No, no, nothing.

Oh, I won't have any lunch.

If I'd known that this morning,
I could've saved some money.

[instrumental music]

You wait. I'll tell him
you're here.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Hi, Jerry. What do you hear?
What do you say?

What're you doing?
Trying your luck?

Yes, I'd like to,

but I haven't got any money.

Except this, and it's not mine.

Say, that's quite a wad. Where
did you get a hold of that?

-Where did you?
- Huh?

Here, Rocky.
Thanks, but I can't accept it.

What's the matter?
You silly or somethin'?

That ain't mine.

I know it isn't.
That's why I can't take it.

What is this?

You come in here, flash this wad
on me, knock me over

then you try to tell me
the dough is mine.

What's it all about?

You've got a great poker face,
Rocky.

But don't forget, I've known
that face for a long time.

I know you forced Frazier
to get you $100,000.

Everybody knows it.

What's the difference
where the dough came from?

First place, Frazier owed it
to me. It's mine.

Second, it's a lot better you
get a chunk of it than him.

And suppose the dough is hot?

Nobody knows that
but you and me.

That's just it.

Oh, come on.
Don't be such an angel.

You want to get
the center built, don't you?

Go ahead, get it started!

Sure I wanna get it started,
but I don't want

to build it
on rotten foundations.

Oh, don't be a sucker!

Alright, Rocky.

Supposing I take the money,

and I kid myself
it's a means to an end.

Well, it isn't. Never will be.

Inside the center,
my boys will be clean,

and outside they'd be surrounded
by the same

rotten corruption
and crime and criminals.

Yes, yourself included.

Criminals on all sides
for my boys

to look up to and revere

and respect and admire
and imitate.

What earthly good is it
for me to teach

that honesty is the best policy
when all around

they see that dishonesty
is a better policy?

The hoodlum and gangster
is looked up to

with the same respect as the...

successful businessman
or popular hero.

You, and the Fraziers
and the Keefers

and all the rest of
those rotten politicians

you've got in the palm
of your hand.

Yes, and you've got my boys too.

Whatever I teach them,
you, you show me up.

You show them the easiest way.

The quickest way
is with a racket or a gun.

Well, it's so, ain't it?

Yes, it's so. God help us.

You see, Rocky...

I thought I could solve
my problems and...

Problems with my boys, which,
after all,

they are from the bottom up.

But I can't do it. I've got
to start from the top down.

Yeah? How?

I'll tell you how.

I'm gonna use your case
of kidnapping Frazier

as a crowbar to pry open
and uncover this cesspool.

I'm gonna force the law,
corrupt or not

to indict and prosecute
and bring

to the light of day
this entire filthy affair.

Now, there's gonna be a lot of
people stepped on, Rocky...

and if you happen
to get in the way...

I'll be sorry, but you'll be
stepped on just as hard.

Alright, Jerry, go to it.

But you've got about
as much chance of getting

an indictment
as I have of getting

into Bible Society.

You'll find that nobody cares
about the whole thing.

You'll find them
laughing at you.

End up a lot of blind alleys.

But go ahead, kid.

And if I'm in your way,

why, keep on stepping
just as hard.

For being honest
and for old times' sake.

Rocky, there's one favor
I'm gonna have to ask you.

Maybe I won't be
able to return it.

Well, go ahead.
Anything you say.

Soapy and those kids,
give them a break, will you?

Don't offer them any more money.

Don't encourage them to...

to admire you.

Alright, I'll do that.

Sure, you will.

[instrumental music]

Father Connolly,
I'd like to help you.

I really would.
But we can't get away with it.

The organization
is too powerful to fight.

You know, of course,
what you're asking of me?

Yes, Mr. White.

The other papers have gone
to great lengths

to explain the risks to me.

You'll go into the fight
personally?

Devote your full time to it?

Believe me when I say, nothing
would please me any more.

Very well, Father Connolly,
I'm with you.

The press will back you
to the limit.

Thank you, and I appreciate it.

[instrumental music]

Kennedy, I want you
to get me the inside

on Frazier and Keefer's
bank accounts.

Now, I don't care where you get
the dope but get it.

Hap, I want you to get me all
the information you can

on Frazier
before he got to this town.

If he'd ever been mixed up
with Sullivan.

The lid is off on expenses.

Jenkins, I want you to go back
through the police files

and find out how many
of Keefer's men

have been sprung
since Frazier moved in.

Why are you hounding Rocky?

Why are you trying to send him
to prison for life?

You can't do that to Rocky.

I won't let you.

It's-- it's not his fault,
Father.

He was just a kid
who made a mistake

and got sent to reform school.

They made a criminal out of him.

But he's not bad,
not really bad.

You know that.

And whatever
they've done to him,

no matter what he is now...

no matter whether he's right
or wrong...

we both love him, Father.

Yes, Laury, we both love him.

I've loved him
since we were kids, 6 years old.

We worked together,
fought together...

stole together.

Oh, I'm not blaming Rocky
for what he is today.

But for the grace of God,
there walk I.

I'd do anything
for him, Laury...

anything in the world
to help him.

I'd give my life if I thought
it would do any good...

but it wouldn't.

You see, Laury,
there's all those other kids...

hundreds of them,
in the streets

and bad environment...

whom I don't want to see grow up
like Rocky did.

I can't sacrifice them
for Rocky.

You see, Laury,
they have lives too.

I can't throw them away.

I can't.

[instrumental music]

Jerry on radio: And the very
fact that countless thousands

of you are listening
in tonight

is proof to fling in the teeth
of these cynics and skeptics

that the public does care

and does propose
to do something

about the appalling conditions

I have tried
to describe tonight.

And do not doubt
that our efforts so far

have not struck
fear and panic

into the cesspool of official
and near-official corruption.

Yeah, I'm shaking like a leaf.

"This very afternoon,
I was approached

with a sugarcoated
proposition...

a bribe offered me
by this corrupt officialdom.

$100,000 for the building
and equipment

of a recreation center
in my parish,

if I would agree to refrain
from further attacks,

if I would sabotage
this campaign,

if I would shut my eyes,

stop my ears
and hold my tongue.

But the building of
an isolated playground

to shield my boys from crime

is not rooting out
the crime itself.

We must rid ourselves
of the criminal parasites

that feed on us.

We must wipe out those
we have ignorantly elected

and those who control
and manipulate

this diseased officialdom
behind locked doors.

Tonight, we have in our power
to ask definitely

incriminating questions
of these officials.

And the power to demand
satisfactory answers.

What really is the truth
in the case

of the racketeer and gunman
Rocky Sullivan?

Why did the police release him
so suddenly

with all the evidence
they had piled up against him?

Why did the notorious
Mac Keefer

pay Sullivan $100,000
in cash

and what political sword
does he hold

over the trembling hands
of district attorneys,

judges and police officials?

But tomorrow, the new grand jury
will meet,

and these questions
must be answered.

Therefore, I ask all of you
who are listening in..."

And you thought you could
buy him off, Frazier, huh?

I told you you were
wasting your time.

We ain't wasting any more time.

That was that guy's last chance.

We're gonna take care of him
tonight.

Ah, you're talking
through your hat.

You can't bump off a priest.

He ain't one of your mugs.

- Forget it.
- Sure, I'll forget it.

Tomorrow morning, when he's
floating down the river.

Now, get this straight,
Sullivan.

Even if he is an old pal
of yours,

I'm still running the works.

I'm not taking orders
from you all of a sudden.

He's not gonna appear
at no grand jury tomorrow.

Shooting off his mouth.
I say he gets it tonight.

- Not if I'm around.
- Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, gentlemen.

There's no sense in running
too far ahead of ourselves.

Don't forget, there are all
kinds of grand juries

and there's all kinds of ways
of handling them.

That's what you got me for.

If you can do a thing legally,
why take a chance?

Sure, only I want action.

I don't care
how we stop that guy,

I only want him stopped,
that's all.

Alright, then leave it to me.

You know, Rocky...

this is no penny-ante
reform wave

this priest is starting.

This is a tidal wave,

and unless we stop it
and stop it quick

we're gonna find ourselves
in the pen.

Look, Frazier, nobody knows
better than me,

that we're in a spot.
I know that.

And, Mac, as far as I'm
concerned,

you can settle it
any way you like.

But lay off the rough stuff,
you see?

That's out.

I'll see you later.

Frazier: Don't worry, Mac,
I've got an idea

how we can stymie
that grand jury.

That preacher won't get
to first base.

Mac: I hope you were
stalling before.

Because I meant what I said.

Sure, now look,
this is the way I figure it out.

Connolly is first of all
Rocky's pal.

Frazier: Second he's a priest.
Mac: 80 what?

Frazier: Where would be
the logical place

for Rocky to keep those accounts
of mine?

Why, with that priest, with
instructions to make them public

if anything happens to Rocky.

That ain't news to me.
I knew that all along.

That's why he can be
such a wise guy with us.

Alright, if we're gonna get that
preacher tonight,

why not get those accounts too?

Yeah.

Only this time,
no drugstore mistakes.

I'm taking care
of this job myself.

- Get Blackie here right away.
- Now listen, Mac.

I don't care how you handle
Sullivan.

But it's got to look like an
accident with that priest.

Leave that to me.

[intense music]

[gunshot]

Rocky! Don't! Don't!

- I'll do anything.
- Oh, no, you won't.

You've had your last chance.
Take this with you.

I never let go of those papers.

All you had to do
was bump me off.

[gunshots]

[screaming]

- It's locked.
- Come on, stand back.

Shoot it off.

[gunshots]

[blowing whistle]

Gunfight at the El Toro.

[tense music]

[gunshot]

[instrumental music]

Is Father Connolly still there?

I must talk to him.
It's very urgent.

[siren wailing]

[siren wailing]

Well?

Rocky Sullivan, captain.

He got Frazier and Keefer.

They've chased him up
on the roof

of the El Toro.

MacMahon, throw a cordon
around the block.

Come on, you men, with me.

Deputy: Here's the microphone,
captain.

O'Flannigan, hook up
those searchlights

and play them on the building.

Galavan, cover
the warehouse skylights.

[tense music]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[glass shattering]

[coughing]

There he is!

[gunshots]

Sullivan, are you coming out,

or must we smoke you out?

[gunshots]

Alright, give him
the tear gas.

[dramatic music]

Please.

[coughing]

Captain.

I'm Father Connolly,
an old friend of Rocky's.

He'll come out for me.
He'll listen to me.

This is a job for the police,
Father.

He'll need a priest later.

You wanna kill him, or you
want him alive?

What do you mean by that?

He'll listen to me, I'm sure.

Won't you let me talk to him?

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

Rocky! Rocky, this is Jerry.
Please come out.

Tell him we'll get him anyway,

even if we have
to blow up the whole block.

Rocky, you've got to come out!

[gunshots]

I'm coming up.

Officers, hold your fire.

[instrumental music]

Rocky?

[dramatic music]

- Rocky.
- What are you doing up here?

Go on. Get out of here.
Beat it!

- I'm coming in, Rocky.
- What's the matter with you?

You wanna get your skull
full of lead?

Get out of here!

I thought you're smarter
than to stick your kisser

in a place like this.

I couldn't stand by and watch

them shoot you down, Rocky.

They've got you covered
from every angle.

Your only chance is to give
yourself up.

You're through, Rocky.
You're finished.

Yeah, I was until you stepped
into it.

Father Connolly,
are you alright?

Go on.

Get over there and tell them
to call off their dogs.

I'm going down with you.

Sure, you are.

[coughing]

Jerry: Call off your men,
all of them!

Sullivan's coming out with me.

Hold your fire, men,
but stand by.

Let's go.

[coughing]

Come on, get them up, Jerry.

Sorry, it has to be you, kid,
but get going.

Get away,
or I'll let him have it!

Get away!

Back around.

Come on.

[coughing]

[dramatic music]

Get them up high. High!

[intense music]

Get back, all of you.

I'll give it to him
right in the head!

Back!

Duck, Jerry!

[gunshots]

Got him in the leg.

Empty.

[chuckles] So is your thick
skull, copper.

Extra! Identified killer!

Papers! Get your papers! Extra!

Extra! Get your papers!

Identified killer!

Gee, that's tough.

Boy, I'd like to get my hands
on those squealers.

"Special prosecutor
for trial of Rocky today.

State builds strong case."

That dope of a governor's
so scared of Rocky,

he's appointing
a special shyster.

"Rocky guilty. To die."

Gee, you think they'll burn him
in the chair?

Nah, they can't build no death
house that'll hold Rocky.

You mean he'll blow it
to make a getaway?

Just wait, that's all.
Just wait.

He'll show those mugs how to die
in a big way.

Sure, he will.
They'll never make him crack.

There's nothing yellow
about Rocky.

You bet.

Remember what he said
at the trial?

He said he'd spit in their eye.

He'll do it too.
He'll laugh at them.

Sure. Sure, he'll show
those phonies up.

Sullivan.

Rocky, Father Connolly
has received

permission to be with you.

He just arrived.
You'll see him, won't you?

Yeah, sure, send him in.

But, uh, tell him none
of that incense

and holy-water stuff, will you?

Whatever you say, Rocky.

Did you enjoy your dinner,
Mr. Sullivan?

Yeah, it was pretty good,
only the meat was kinda burnt.

And I don't like burnt meat,
do you?

Listen, big shot, you got only
10 minutes to go.

So don't try stalling around

with that priest pal of yours.

Ten minutes fill that hot seat.

I'm gonna tell the electrician
to give it to you

slow and easy, wise guy.

Somebody get him out of here,
will you!

Inmate 1: Come on!
Take him out of there!

Come on.

Get him out of there!

Let him alone, Herbert.

Quiet.

Quiet, now! Quiet.

- How are you, father?
- How much time?

About 10 minutes.

Hi, Jerry. What do you hear?
What do you say?

Hello, Rocky. How do you feel?

Like a million.

How's Soapy and the kids?

Pulling for you all the way...

as long as there's the slightest
hope from the governor.

They'll be whole lot easy
to handle me out of the way.

- Won't they?
- That's up to you, Rocky.

We haven't got a lot of time.

I want to ask one last favor.

There's not much left
that I can do, kid.

Yes, there is, Rocky.

Perhaps more than you could do
under any other circumstances.

If you have the courage for it,
and I know you have.

You mean, walking in there?
That's not gonna take much.

I know that, Rocky.

Like sittin' in a barber chair.

They're gonna ask,
"Got anything to say?"

And I say, "Sure, give me
a haircut, a shave

and massage, one of those nice

new electric massages."

But you're not afraid, Rocky?

No. They'd like me to be,
wouldn't they?

But I'm afraid I can't
oblige them, kid.

You know, Jerry,
I think in order to be afraid,

you-- you gotta have a heart.

I don't think I got one.

I had that cut out of me
a long time ago.

Suppose I asked you to have
the heart, huh?

- To be scared.
- What do you mean?

Suppose at the last minute
the guards dragged you

out of here screaming for mercy.

Suppose you went
to the chair yellow.

Yellow? Say, what's the matter
with you, Jerry?

You've been worrying
about my courage.

I know that.

This is a different kind of
courage, Rocky.

The kind that's...

Well, it's born in heaven.

Oh, not the courage of heroics
and bravado.

The kind that you and I
and God know about.

I still don't know
what you mean.

Look, Rocky,
just before I came up here,

the boys saw me off
on the train.

Soapy and several of the others.

You can well imagine
what they told me.

"Father, tell Rocky to show
the world what he's made of.

Tell him not to be afraid...

and to go out laughing..."

Well, what do you want?

I'm not gonna let them down
if that's what's worrying you.

That's what I want you to do.

I want you to let them down.

You see, you've been a hero
to these kids

and hundreds of others,
all through your life.

Now you're gonna be
a glorified hero in death,

and I want
to prevent that, Rocky.

They've gotta despise
your memory.

They've got to be
ashamed of you.

You're asking me to pull an act,
turn yellow

so those kids will think
I'm no good?

You're asking me to throw away
the only thing I got left,

the only thing they haven't
been take away from me.

You want me to give those
newspaper sob-sisters a chance

to say
"Another rat turned yellow."

Rocky, you and I
will know you're not.

You ask a nice little
favor, Jerry.

Asking me to crawl on my belly
the last thing I'd do in life.

I know what I'm asking.

The reason I'm asking is because

being kids together sort of
gave me the idea that...

you might like to
join hands with me and...

save some of those other boys
from ending up here.

Nothing doing.
You're asking too much.

You wanna help those kids,

you gotta figure out
some other way.

Well, it's impossible to do it

without your help, Rocky.

I can't reach all of those boys.

Thousands of hero-worshiping
kids all over the country.

Oh, don't give me that humanity
stuff again, will you?

I had enough in the courtroom.

Told everything I knew,
named names,

gave the low-down of
whole dirty mess.

Now, what more do you want?

What I've always wanted, Rocky.

Straighten yourself out
with God.

Outside of that...

I can't ask for anything else.

Well, don't!

It's time, Rocky.
Are you ready?

Yeah.

You,uh,
you figure on going in with me?

I'd like to, Rocky.
That is, if...

You can if you wish.

Do you mind, Father?

- Certainly not.
- That's better.

Be kind of lonesome
going down that last mile.

Well...

Oh, uh, promise me something.

Promise me you won't
let me hear you pray.

I promise you won't hear me.

Get away from me, screw,

or I'll bust your face in.

It'll be the last face
you see, big shot,

and it'll be laughing at you.

Don't get near me now.

I'll spit in your eye again.

Herbert, stand back.

Thompson, take care of him.

Lay off.

I don't need anybody.
Come on.

Attaboy, Rocky.

Pick your own company.

Inmate 2: So long, Rocky.
We won't be long.

Inmate 3: So long, Rocky.

[instrumental music]

Rocky, please.

No.

So long, kid.

Goodbye, Rocky.

May God have mercy on you.

Rocky: No, I don't want to die.

Oh, please.

I don't want to die.
Oh, please.

[Rocky bawling]

Oh, don't make me burn in hell!

Oh, please let go of me!

Please, don't kill me!

[Rocky bawling]
Oh, don't kill me, please!

[bawling]

Prison Guard: Okay, hold him
down there!

[Rocky crying]

Rocky: Please, don't kill me!

[low electrical hum]

The yellow rat was
gonna spit in my eye.

"At the fatal stroke of 11 p.m.,

"Rocky was led through the
little green door of death.

"No sooner had he entered
the death chamber

"than he tore himself
from the guards' grasp...

"flung himself on the floor,
screaming for mercy.

Soapy: "And as they dragged him
to the electric chair...

"he clawed wildly the concrete
floor with agonized shrieks.

"In contrast to his
former heroics...

Rocky Sullivan died a coward."

I don't believe it.

I don't believe
one rotten word of it.

I don't believe it either.

If anybody says it's true,
I'll...

He couldn't die that way,
not Rocky! He couldn't.

It's all lies!
Lies, I tell you!

Hey, fellas.

Here's Father Connolly.

Let's ask him.
He ought to know.

He'll tell us everything.

You were there, Father.

You saw everything.

What happened?

Did Rocky die like they said?

Like a yellow rat?

It's true, boys.

Every word of it.

He died like they said.

Alright, fellas.

Let's go and...

say a prayer for a boy

who couldn't run
as fast as I could.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]