All language subtitles for Knock.On.Any.Door.1949.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_English

Halt!

Who shot the cop?

Same guy that stuck up the bar.

Grab every hood with a police record.

This guy we're gonna get.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Hey! What's the idea?

Go on!

Every time some jerk gets
knocked off, I get picked up.

You can't hold me here.

Seventy-two hours
on an open charge.

Detective:
You killed that officer in the alley.

- You're trying to frame me.
- Don't give us that.

- You know you killed him.
- Let me alone. I want my lawyer.

You're gonna need one, Romano.

- Did you pick up the witnesses?
- Yeah.

Let me call Morton.
Andrew Morton.

Let me call him. I got a right.

Uh-huh.

Oh, sure. Yeah.

No, no. No, I'm sorry.

No, get yourself another lawyer.

I'm through.

I'm off that
merry-go-round for keeps.

Don't owe him a thing.
Done everything I can do.

We”, don't look at me like that.
That guy's a hoodlum.

A hoodlum who doesn't
wanna be anything else.

We”, come on. Where'd you move?

Hmm.

This time he really fixed himself.

Killed a cop.

Got himself a murder rap.

Oh, sure, sure.

I know, there
must be some mistake.

And poor Nick is innocent,
and what a heel I am

to be sitting here playing chess
when he needs me.

Well, you're wrong, honey.

If he's innocent,
this is the first time.

It's your move.

Ah!

All right. You win.

I'll go talk to him.

But I won't promise ya anything.

I'll just go talk to him,
that's all.

Anything to keep you quiet.

You know, you sit there
and deliberately lie to me,

and I'm through before I start.

Mr Morton, Andy, please,
don't walk out on me.

I swear it by my mother,

may she drop dead,
may I drop dead,

if the cops ain't framed me.

Look up butch and sunshine.
Ask 'em.

I was with 'em the whole time.

You're asking me to believe
this is the same old set-up.

A man with a bad police record's
charged with a crime he didn't commit.

So help me.

You know, if you're lying
in a set-up like this,

you're like a man cheatin'
himself at solitaire.

Don't you think
I don't know that? I...

Well...

Everything you told me
better be right in the groove

because, baby, if ever a guy
was in a tough spot,

you're it.

Here.

Hey, junior!

Huh. Andrew.

What are you doing slumming?

How's it, junior?

Ah, you look just about the same.

A little older, a little more tired.

A little more confused.

Well, get yourself some chow

instead of that
embalming fluid you drink.

Your conscience must hurt,

or you wouldn't give me all this.

What do you want to know, Andrew?

Where can I find
a couple of characters

named, er... butch and sunshine?

Up and down this street,

until the meat wagon comes
and carts us all off.

Inside here, when it opens.

A few of the smart ones
like you, Andrew,

get off and stay off.

I remember when you sold papers

on the corner of mills and dehaven.

My advice is,
don't take any truck with us.

Remember that.

Yeah, I'll remember that.

And you stay away from the squirrels.

In my day, a comedian had style.

See ya round, junior.

Refill.

Hiya, butch.

Hey, fingers, grab a cue, huh?

You're not iyin' to me,
are you, sunshine?

No, I ain't, mister.
I was with Nick.

I wouldn't twist ya.

He didn't kill nobody.
Honest, he didn't kill nobody.

You know what perjury is?

We're givin' you
the straight goods, mister.

You're a pretty good friend
of his, aren't you?

He was good to me.

Do a lot for him, huh?

I don't need to.

He was with butch and me
the whole night,

till maybe after midnight.

We drunk a lot of beer.

Squint: Hey, rack!

Comin'!

It's level, mister.

We're givin' it to you very level.

You know, if you guys
are iyin' to me,

you're pushin' Nick straight
into the electric chair.

What about that bartender
at the 380?

You know.

Punchy.
He's been punchy for years.

You oughta take a look at him.

What do you say about
the bartender at the 380?

He identified Nick
right out of the line-up.

He's a meat head.

Thanks.

Try the combination,
three-ball in the corner pocket.

Who asked ya?

Hey, didn't you have
a hold-up here recently?

So what do I get for it?
A hangover and the day shift.

That's gratitude. No tips.

Cop was killed, wasn't he?

Killed?

He was granulated,
right down the alley.

The same guy that held me up.

Are you sure?

Am I sure of what?

That it was the same guy
that held you up?

Do I know my own name?

It's Swanson. Carl.

I'm gonna retire.

Where's Arabia?

I don't know.
I haven't got my atlas.

Atlas.

- There's a guy could wrestle.
- Yeah.

- Fill her up.
- Er...

Red wine.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry.

Ah, forget it.

Is there anything
I can do about it?

Happens all the time
with them drunks comin' in here.

Okay.

A little service here, my dear fellow.

I'm in the chips.

What you need most
is some sleep and a shave.

Sure. Let's take this
up tomorrow.

Come on. I'll drive you
over to the club.

Look, gentlemen, I've got
a tough decision to make.

Not tomorrow, now.

Give me an opinion.

Would I be a fool
to take this case?

Andy, a law firm like ours
lives on confidence and dignity.

This kind of a case is sure to be
dragged through the newspapers.

Sensational tabloid stuff.

It's... it's impossible.

Corey: Farm it out
to Stevens or o'Connor.

You've been tied up to property
in the state practice too long

to go back to a criminal case.

Sure, I've been concentrating
on documents, not human beings.

But no other lawyer could know
this kid like I do.

Andy, for a long time

we've been thinking of adding
a name to this firm.

"Purcell, Corey, and Morton."

Corey: A full partnership.

Purcell: You know what that would
mean to you financially? Professionally?

Hmm.

From night law school
to purcell, Corey, and Morton.

That's quite a transition.

Corey: One you won't make, Andy,

if you take this Romano case.

Oh, so it's like that?

Oh, give us another minute,
will you, George?

Well, here goes.

Nick, you've got to get rid
of that hangdog look.

You're our exhibit "a", the most
important evidence we have.

I'm expecting a lot of help from you.

I want you confident,
I want you smiling.

I knocked myself out getting
seven women on that jury.

I want you to sit there facing 'em.

Turn on that baby-face stare.

Come on, let's see it.

How's this?

That's perfect.

This jailbird with a felony
conviction behind him,

this moocher to whom the
police line-up is weekly routine,

"pretty boy" Romano,
the skid row Romeo,

the jackroller,
the king of the streets,

this outcast, this hoodlum killer!

Morton: Object, your honour.

I move the district attorney's remark

be stricken from the record.

As a matter of fact,
all his remarks

are made to induce
passion and prejudice.

But I object only
to "hoodlum killer".

In the case of a boy
who's being railroaded,

it's hardly an apt phrase.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard
the words "hoodlum killer".

Also, mr Morton's remark about
a boy who was being railroaded.

The state will prove that
Nick Romano was the killer.

Our evidence will be conclusive.

Your verdict must be
equally conclusive.

There is no place on earth
for such a criminal.

Do you wish to make your opening
statement now, mr Morton?

Ah, yes. Thank you, your honour.

Morton: Now, shake hands now
and come out fighting.

What about this jury?

Manicurist.
Conscious of a person's looks.

Handsome Nick.

Social worker. Good.

Grandmother.

Firm believer in the gentle Christ.

Good.

Jewish refugee,
ex-professor, naturalised.

He 'ii know about
persecution and slums.

Truck driver.

Plays chess. Good.

Mix them well,
and shake before using.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

you just heard the district attorney

list Nick Romano's past vices,
his excesses, his crimes,

none of which have any bearing
on the charges here today.

They're not pertinent.

They are pertinent, however,
in another sense.

They pertain to,

"who is Nick Romano?

"Why is Nick Romano?

"What is Nick Romano?"

Perhaps more than anybody
in this courtroom,

I know the answer.

Perhaps more than anybody else,
I'm to blame for that answer.

With the state's permission, I'd...

I'd like to take a little time
to more fully explain what I mean.

You see...

In every man's life,
there are pinpoints of time

that govern his destiny.

In his adolescence and his youth,
pushed to the right,

a life of honour and credit.

Pushed to the left,

a life like Nick Romano's.

I first met this boy
about six years ago.

At that time, I...

I had a small
law office of my own

with a few associates.

Mate. Get out of that one.

Anything else?

Just the Romano boy.

Romano?

Yes, you handled
his father's case, mr Morton.

Or, rather, the office did.

Oh, yes, the, er...
The grocer. Where is he?

He's in prison.
Been there for four months.

In prison?
Why, that's impossible.

Customer came at him with a knife.

It was a case of self-defence,
plain and simple.

You turned the case
over to mr elkins.

What's the story on the Romano case?

Well, Andy, you see,

the old chap
doesn't speak English much,

and the da made a monkey
out of him on the stand.

Well? Go on.

Well, then there were...

There were a couple of
character witnesses

that I couldn't find.

Did you try hard?

Well, I figured
whatever the old boy got,

the judge would suspend sentence.

- Only...
- Only he didn't.

Did you move for a new trial?

Well, er... no.

Since he'd be out in only a year
or so, I figured that...

What do you mean,
"only a year or so"?

You think you got the right,
just because you have

a fancy law-school degree,
to botch a case this way?

Well, Andy, you...

You told me to do exactly
what I thought best about it.

You remember, you were busy
with the Davenport will.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I guess it's my fault.

That's all, then.

Well, let's have a talk soon.

I want to trade you
for a good chess player.

Oh, miss holiday?

Send the boy in!

Mr Morton, I know you're busy, but...

Sit down, kid.

I'm Nick Romano.
I came to see if...

If there's anything you can do
for my father.

Dad's got a bad pump.
He faints sometimes.

They told us
he wouldn't go to jail,

and we paid you
all the money we had.

Take it easy, kid.
I know how you feel.

Nobody knows how anybody feels.

How'd you find that out?

Look, the social worker got
the rent paid last month.

What are we gonna do this time?

Can't you get dad out, mister?!

I don't know.

But I'll tell you one thing,
I'm sure gonna try.

Come on, let's go
talk to your mother.

Mr Morton, ma.
He's gonna help us!

How do you do, mrs Romano?

Hello.

Please, sit down.

Well, thank you.

Deciso di aiutarci?

Queste dolore reumatici
che tengo,

io non posso sta accorto store.

Oggi o domani la Gia chiudere.

Tell her how sorry I am.

Tell her I'll do everything possible

to get your father out of jail.

Lui dice che questo
gli dispiace molto,

e che fara tutto possibile
per liberarlo dalla prigione.

Se avesse fatto il suo dovere,
tuo padre oggi non sarebbe in galera.

She said,
if you'd done your duty,

dad would never be in prison.

Well, she's right.

I was just too busy to pay
proper attention to the case.

Um... er...

Mea culpa.

Signor avvocato,

sta famiglia ha bisogno
di mio marito.

Fate/o uscito carcere.

Ma says to get him out of jail
as fast as you can.

We need him.

Oh, sure. I'll...
I'll do everything I can.

Grazie!

Oh, hello! Oh!

Angie, Maria.
How's your mother feeling?

Better.

I got "a" in drawing today.

Hello, mrs Romano.

Hello.

Mr Morton.

Why, hello.

The umberto case
last year, remember?

Oh, yes, miss, er...
Harrison, social worker.

Miss Patterson, social worker.

Your outfit, er...
Giving the romanos a lift?

They need it.

Mrs Romano...

L'avvocato dice che
puo fa usci papa dal carcere

per I'avveni subito a casa.

Mrs Romano,
I have some bad news for you.

Non aggio capito.

We just got a wire
from the penitentiary.

Your father died of
a heart attack this morning.

Papa's dead?!

Julian: She says papa's dead!

Aggio capito bene.

Oh, no!

No, dio, non puo permettere!

Non e vero! Non e vero!

Morton: That was how
I first met Nick Romano.

That was the push I gave him.

Sure, I tried to help the family.

I sent them some money.

Perhaps if I'd been able to see
them through a little longer, but...

But then,
I was called to Washington.

Two weeks later, I was in the army.

I was overseas for three years.

War, and men being what they are,
I forgot the romanos.

And the help they got from
organised charity wasn't enough.

So, with Nick at his most
impressionable age,

they were forced to move into
one of the worst districts in the city.

Perhaps the worst
in any American city!

And that can do it.

A year or so of that can take
what was once a family

and finish it.

Can take a fine, sensitive,
friendly kid,

and twist him and turn him.

Jimmy: Hey, what's that?

Vito:
He's the new kid. He just moved in.

He's been to the store for his ma.

Jimmy:
Let's make him feel at home.

Vito: Yeah. Hey, you!
Hey, pretty boy!

Hi, fellas.

"Hi, fellas," he says.
You hear that, Jimmy?

Sure, vito, I heard him.

Why don't you give pretty boy
here a welcome, Jimmy?

Welcome, pretty boy.

Hey, take it easy!

So that's how it is.

Easy, easy!
That's a good job, boy.

If you need to know anything,
I got the answers.

Yeah. You can find me down
at the pastime pool hall.

My name's kid fingers.

Here, there's your knife.

Maria, get me some soap.

Borrow it from upstairs.

She ain't got any.

Try, will ya?

What's for dinner?

Cavolo capuccio.

I'll eat somewhere else.

Nick, you come home, eat, eh?

Home?
You call this pigpen a home?

E siente campane.

You bad boy.

Sono mesi e mesi
che non vai a messa,

che non ti sei confessato.

Che succedera a te?

Di I 'anima tua?

What do I want in church?

My soul's okay
without going to church.

Te I'ho Gia detto tante volte di
non metterti con quell'avanzo galera.

Jimmy's okay.

E uno diavolo.
E tu diventerai come lui.

He uses swear words
and plays rough tricks.

He treats me better
than any of you do.

Oh, yes?

Why you no go live
his house, eh?

I'll pack your clothes,
if you want me to.

Okay.

Okay, do that, sourpuss.

Nick.

Nick!

Ma che c'e fatto per ottenere
UN figlio che mi da tanto dolore.

Did I ask to get born? Did I?!

Oh, ma, Jimmy's all right.

Hey, Nick, whaddaya say, huh?

- Hey, Nick.
- Hi, vito, Jimmy.

What's burnin' ya?

Need some dough?

Go ahead. Take a buck.

Put the arm on a lush
yesterday for a five.

Go ahead.

Hey, big lady.

How dare you, you dirty...

Get away from me!

Hey, Nick.

- I'm poor.
- Yeah, let's maybe turn a trick.

That bakery,
where we heisted the pies.

Nah. We gotta get somethin'
we can turn over.

Listen, I got my eye
on a special joint over on 3rd.

- You in?
- Sure, vito.

You?

Yeah. What are we waitin' for?

Ah, take a trip!

- Is this the place?
- For the little stuff, yeah.

Listen, we get something big.
A car, maybe.

That, we can take out of town.

Watch it.

Hi, Nick.

- Hiya, Julian.
- Hi, Julian.

Go on. Muff off!

Hello, young men.
Welcome. Come in and buy.

- Buy or sell. Take or put.
- Hello, Duke.

What can we do
for you, gentlemen?

Wanna talk to ya, back there.

- Why not? Talk is cheap.
- And he's got plenty of cheap talk.

Miss america, 1913.

Weighs two pounds less
than a grand piano.

Mush... inside.

Sit down, young men, sit down.

Have a chocolate drip.

We got a couple of watches.

Tell me an answer.
Where'd you get 'em?

- Over on 3rd...
- We got 'em. What do you care?

Watches are very hard
to turn over.

I got a cracked rib.
Don't make me laugh.

You want 'em,
or you don't want 'em?

All right, all right. Show 'em.

Two dollars for this one,
three dollars for the big one.

Two comedians.

Oh, young men, you're young.

You don't know
the trouble I go through.

Okay, guys, let's blow.
I know a better place.

Now, wait.

Have an orange slice.

Seven bucks for the two.

Hey, your shirttail's hangin'.

Seven bucks? Gee.

The, er... stolen car

led Nick Romano and Jimmy
to reform school.

The word "reform"...

Means "to remove doubt,
to reclaim, to improve."

It can also mean

"degrade and brutalise".

There are reformatories
with modern methods,

where delinquents are
looked upon as individuals,

with individual problems.

And then, there are others,

like the one Nick was sent to,

where life is based on one law.

Fean

an island of outrage.

Work and sleep and eat
by command.

Pray by command.

Talk to your neighbour
while you're eating,

you're whipped until you bleed.

Show up a minute late
for an assembly,

solitary confinement.

Grab a smoke after hours,

you wind up at a burlap party.

Look over the grey fence
at the faraway hills.

Look through the bars

at the free night,

without hope,

except, some day,

getoul

geteven.

Yes, I said "burlap party".

A method for which
this particular institution

was famous.

Do you think they've had enough?

Take it easy, Jimmy.

Guard: Hey, you shut up!

We've soaked it up five times already!

Ain't that enough?!

Guard: We'll tell you
when you've had enough!

Mop.

He's sick!

What did they tell Jimmy's folks?

That he died of pneumonia!

All good guys get
the dirty end of the stick.

You're gonna make sure
it doesn't happen to you, eh?

You ever, um...

You ever hear from your folks
or write to them?

Not if I can help it.

I, er... I looked 'em up
when I got out of the army.

They're in Seattle, doin' fine.

Julian's working.

Don't sing me lullabies, mister.

That's for Julian.

Only suckers work!

You know, Nick,
I'm trying to help you.

Oh, sure.

Maybe you can get me a job,
windin' an eight-day clock.

You're really sorry
for yourself, aren't you?

You do a stretch in a joint
like this and see how you feel!

I got a flash for ya. I've done
a stretch in a joint like this

when I was younger than you are.

And you came out feeling great!

No, I came out feeling
just about the way you do.

But I got over it,
like you'll have to.

I'm with a couple
of other lawyers now.

Here's my new address.

Don't hold your breath
till you hear from me.

You better look me up when you
get out of this rat trap.

You wanna do somethin' for me?

Remember me in your prayers.

Boy, oh, boy.

What a lovable character
they've made outta you.

Okay, sucker, if you want anything,

you know where to find me.

Ah, hey, Nick, you comin'?
Yes or no?

Yeah.

Come on, Larry, shake it, will ya?
You're finished with him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

W-w-w-where you goin'?
Do you ever ask yourself?

I'll g-give you odds
you never get there.

Put it on the cuff.

Th-that, you don't
need to tell me.

Ain't it wonderful,
the way a guy grows up, huh?

Th-th-this street's no good, Nick.
Gets in your blood.

So it's in my blood. Who cares?

Live fast, die young,
have a good-looking corpse.

W-w-w-why don't you
go out w-west

and i-i-live with your folks?

Why don't you quit
asking me dumb questions?

Yeah, but I'm
g-g-givin' you good advice.

Who asked ya?

Hi, sunshine.
What do you look so happy about?

How can a guy be happy and broke
at the same time?

You really need eatin' money,
or is this for a horse?

- It's for a horse.
- Yeah?

Okay, you sold me.

Thanks, Nick. Anything I can do?

No, I'm iivin'.

How are things, fingers?

Oh, the kid's got dough
in his pocket all the time.

Squint and me will take
you and butch on.

No, I gotta be goin'.
Got a date.

But I got money
to put up on the side.

Where are the kicks in trimmin'
a pushover like squint?

You think you're good, huh?

- You think you're pretty sharp, huh?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you think you're
all-American moonshine, huh?

How are things with you, squint?

You've told him, Nick.

5 qué pasa, Juan?

There's a twist
waitin' outside for ya.

Says her name's Nelly. Yours?

Friend of mine.
Nice kid, buys me things.

Look out, Nick!

Got a cigarette?

Hey, that's a sharp case.

She's all right.

I only pick 'em all right.

What's her angle?

Slings hash over at the nickel plate.

Oh?

- Oh, Nick.
- Hiya, Nelly.

Oh, Nick, I waited for you last night.

I got tied up.

Let's make it tonight,
when you're through work.

You got tied up, sure.

Can imagine with what.

Oh, honey, you treat me terrible.

One, there was a poker game,

two, I was drinkin',
and, three, I passed out.

That's the level, Nelly.

Oh, you're iyin'!

Look, honey, I"

I know you was
with some girl, but...

I just can't get sore at ya.

Nick, all I want you to do
is to be nice to me.

Tonight.

If not tonight, tomorrow night.

See?

See?

Nick:
Yeah? Why is it too late now?

Ah, the joint's closed. Look,
I had it timed so we'd catch him

comin' down the stairs, see?

This bookie is loaded.
He's always loaded.

- You had me all keyed up!
- Paper, gentlemen?

Latest stock market reports
and society chit-chat.

Quiet, junior.

So long, junior.

Good day, riff-raff.

I was countin' on this.
Gotta have me some dough.

Ah, we missed a real break, Nick.

Ah!

Who runs this place since
the Duke and gussie got sent up?

Maybe we can pick up a few bucks.

Cover me.

Do you want something?

Yeah.

Those caramels there. How much?

Penny apiece, same as always.

Gimme five.

(Woman speaking indistinctly

I'll be back.

Auntie, please!

Help me to bed.

Anything else?

You run this place?

Yes. My aunt and I.

Do you want anything else?

Yeah.

Gimme five more.

Bet you could be a lot sweeter
than them caramels.

Dreaming is free.

You're old enough to dream, honey.

Stop it.

You don't have to talk like that.

You don't look like that.

Are you new here?

I've never seen you in here before.

I was out of town.

Hey, you're different from most girls.

Most girls don't look like
they belong to families.

Y-You look so...

Nice and healthy.

Yes, I'm very healthy.

- You work fast, don't ya?
- I'm comin'.

You're in here romancin' while
I'm out there waitin', huh?

Go on, wait some more.
I'm comin'.

Well, so long.

Well, what's your name?

Emma.

I'm Nick.

I got a pack of cigarettes.

I almost forgot to pay.

Thanks, Nick.

Man, that was our last two bits.

I enjoyed the movie
an awful lot, Nicky.

Thanks for taking me.

Good night, Nicky.

Can I come in a minute?

All right.

I got ya somethin'.

The guy told me it was
genuine Mexican silver.

Oh, Nicky!

Isn't it...

Isn't it lovely?

Nick: I never gave
anybody anythin' before.

It feels...

Good.

Emma: Auntie.

She has dizzy spells.

She has dizzy spells a lot now, Nicky.

Yeah. You want me to go?

Will you help me put her to bed?

Aunt: No!

I'm sorry.

You see, her husband left her
a long time ago.

That's why she has dizzy spells.

Yeah, sure.

Put it on.

- I'm afraid.
- Don't be afraid.

Oh, Nicky, Nicky, my darling!

No! No!

I ain't gonna let you
get mixed up with me.

What?

Keep away from me.
I'm no good, not for you!

You know where this came from?

I slugged a guy and robbed him
to get the money to buy it.

I drink, I gamble, I steal!

That's how I live!

No, you don't get this.

I ain't gonna mess up your life.

Now, stay away from me.

That's butch!
Something's gone wrong!

Come on!

Get the hands up. Quick!

Move.

Were you surprised
when I phoned you?

Bowled over.

That's the way I felt when you
asked me to have dinner.

You know, you don't look
like a social worker,

and you don't dance like one.

Well, you don't look
or act like a lawyer.

How's my dancing?

Oh, sincere,
well thought out, strong.

Hmm.

Andy, I have a confession to make.

Ah, you want something.

- Mm-hmm.
- And what's your problem?

It's that boy, Nick Romano.
Remember him?

He knows where I am
if he needs help.

He's been in jail again.

He came out meaner,
tougher than before.

We have to do something about it.

"We have to do something about it"?

Why do we have to do
anything about it?

Look, he's a weak, bad kid.

I don't agree with you.

If only someone could get him
off that street.

Mmm, according to my book,
if he were worth saving,

he'd get off the street by himself.

You're not serious?

Why not?

Without any help at all?

Plenty of guys
have done it without help.

- You, for instance.
- Me, for instance.

Ah, come on,
let's go practise my dancing.

I think I'm going home.

- What for?
- Nothing.

I'm suddenlyjust tired.
I... I wanna go home.

All right, all right.

Now, what do you want me
to do for the kid?

Not a thing.

Look, I'm licked.

I'll be a father to him.

I'll wipe his nose
and brush his teeth.

I'll... I'll buy him a bicycle.

I'll take him camping.

I'll push him in a baby carriage.

I'll be a mother to him.
How's that?

Hey, what was the girl's name?

Emma. I met her again.

I bumped into her on the street.

I didn't look her up, 'cause
I gave her a rough deal once.

Guess I shouldn't be
takin' her out, should I?

Well, Nick, people are always
looking for something...

Somebody or something
to feel good about.

And when you find it,
you better know it for sure.

You ever figure it that way?

Never thought about it.
Maybe you're right.

Boy, what a life.

You and your friends
sure know how to live.

Yeah.

Maybe I don't, huh?

Hello.

Say, you fellas did all right today.

Yes, sir. Gotta clean 'em
and get 'em on ice.

Therapy working?

I think it is.

Andy, if you can straighten
that one out, and keep him straight,

you've done the
neatest trick of the week.

- Morton: Sceptical, aren't you?
- Purcell: No, just practical.

In my book, it takes more than
fresh air, a little sunshine,

and a few kind words to make
a tame canary out of a jailbird.

Ah, you've gotta admit
there's a big improvement.

And you've got to admit
there's a long way to go.

Well, I'm going into town to send
a few wires. Want to come along?

Morton:
Sure, I'll be right down.

We're going into town
for a while, Nick.

Would you like to go along?

Don't think so, sir.
Thanks just the same.

Comin' into town, Nick?

Nick: No, thanks.

"Therapy working?"

"Neatest trick of the week."

"We're going into town for a while."

"Want to come along?"

"Tame canary out of a jailbird."

So, that's the result
of my being a mother.

My kid steals
a hundred bucks from me.

Why don't you just have him
arrested, if you're so indignant?

Well, you have a stranger arrested
for stealing and running out,

but a friend like Nick,

you just kind of, um,
ask him a few questions.

I'll find that guy if I gotta
hit everyjoint on skid row.

You certainly seem to know the best.

What are you kickin' about?

You're the best-looking mouse
in the "joint".

"Tanks", rat.

How come you never got married?

- Marriage, my friend, is always a...
- Yes, it sure is.

Hey, there's our guy. Come on.

Hiya, Nick.

Good to see you.

Excuse us, will ya?

I didn't expect
to run into you so soon.

Fifty...

Sixty... seventy.

You owe me thirty.

I can still teach you a few, kid.

You're just a tin-horn thug,
and you always will be.

You haven't got the guts
to be anything else!

Did you question him?

Mildly, my dear, just mildly.

Nicky?!

Who was that man?
Did he hurt you?

Maybe I had it comin' to me.

Go on home, Emma.

No, Nicky.

Come on with me.

I'd like to live on the top
of a hill in a big white house

and just have a home of our own.

And a little spotted dog.

All the people I've met in my life,

you're the only one like you.

Lots of stars.

With you, I remember things.

Long-ago things.

Me too.

Like Jimmy.

He was my pal in reform school.

My father.

I didn't know my father.

When I was an altar boy.

"Et introibo ad altare dei,

"ad deum qui laetificat
juventutem meam."

How'd I remember that?

What's it mean?

"And I go unto the altar of god,

"to god, who giveth
joy to my youth."

It's beautiful.

I guess I got all mixed up.

I guess I played it wrong.

You know, in the spring
when I started to grow up,

I used to come into this park.

I felt the way I do now.

Just floating with happiness.

Look, what I said
to you that night,

- when I gave you the bracelet almost...
- Don't talk about it anymore, Nicky.

Don't talk about anything.

Once you play it wrong...

I couldn't go straight if I wanted to.

Maybe you can if you're not lonely.

I believe in you, Nicky.

If I helped you, would you try?

Don't ever leave me, Emma.

Don't ever leave me.

I love you, Nicky.

- Yes?
- Miss holiday: Mr Morton, there's a mr Romano...

- W ho?
- Mr Nick Romano. He...

- No, I don't wanna see him.
- He'll wait until you're free.

No, don't have him wait.
Kick him out.

- But I told mr Morton...
- Hello, Andy.

Get out of here.

Miss holiday, haven't you been
with me long enough to...

I wanna tell ya, I don't
blame you forjackrolling me.

What?!

Okay.

I should've broken both your legs.

Okay, I apologise.

I thought mr purcell didn't trust me
because I'd been in stir.

So, I blow my top, and Rob you.

So, I'm sorry.

Count it. Thirty bucks.
You're paid in full.

Well, that's great.
You want a receipt?

Chances are, you jackrolled some
other poor sucker to get it.

- Did ya?
- I did not.

I won it absolutely fair
in a crap game.

Well, that's
not exactly earning it, but, er...

We'll give it to
the community chest.

Anything else?

In case you're interested,
I'm getting married.

You're kidding.

No. Next week,
to a wonderful girl.

Oh, that'll be cosy.

You and mrs Romano
can spend your evenings

beating up the cops.

Nick.

I'm sorry I made that crack.

Yeah, we're both sorry.
People say things.

A guy gets a break,
and people say things.

You got a job?

No, not yet.

Let me know if there's
any way I can help.

Thanks.

Sharp.

Solong.

I hope it works out.

Well, I hope so, too,

but there have been very few
miracles since the 13th century.

Oh, if I were as cynical as you,
I'd hang myself.

I'd be too cynical to trust the rope.

Oh, Paul?

Right now, mr Morton?

This is the most marvellous place
I've ever seen.

The band even has a harp in it.

It sure is a classyjoint.

When I was a little girl,
I wanted to grow up

and play the symphony orchestra
in the harp.

Morton:
Oh, that's all right, Emma.

You're not supposed to make
sense when you're in love.

Nick's sure he can get a job.

Yeah, that's right.

And I'm gonna get one,
too, for now.

I know a guy. He can get me
a chance in a big office.

We'll save, and...

Maybe next year,
we can move uptown.

I want Nick to have nice things.

I want him to have a suit
like yours, mr Morton.

Well, I still owe
the tailor for this one.

Emma can cook cacciatore.

Adele:
Oh, you kids are wonderful.

Well, here's to the job,
to uptown,

to the new suit,
to the bride and groom.

Stay with it, Nick.

I'll try, Andy.

Nobody'll try any harder.

We saw Nick and Emma
from time to time

after they were married.

And Nick did try.

For a while,
he quit the hard drinking,

the gambling, the bad company,
and went to work.

But he lost one job after another.

Quit, or was fired.

Not working had been
a habit too long.

At times, they lived on Emma's salary.

They were still in love,

but the honeymoon
was definitely ending.

Say it ain't so.

- Say I'm seein' a vision!
- Well, look at him.

Married and workin'.
What a combo.

A good man gone wrong.

Nick...

Ya ain't workin'.

How you like it, pal?

I love it.

Can't wait to get up in the morning,
five am, and go to my job.

Present for Emma. Ya got it?

Yeah. Step into my office, huh?

Now...

Tell me they ain't got class.

Yeah. Just tell me, huh?

Never mind the build-up.
How much?

Forty bucks.

To a pal.

You nuts, pal?

Yeah, they're worth a hundred.
You're getting 'em for forty.

They're hot.

Lukewarm.

I'm making $38.20,
take-home pay.

How am I gonna give you
forty for the earrings?

That's your problem. Period.

- I'll pay you ten bucks a weekend.
- Nah.

It's been nice knowin' ya, huh?

The crap game still on back there?

When did it ever stop?

Come on, I'll give you luck.

Vito: Hey, Nick.

Hiya, vito, butch. See ya later.

Em, honey, I'm home.

You asleep?

I know.

So I shot dice.

So I had a coupla drinks.

Nothin' to bawl about.

I wish you'd come home earlier.

I wanted to go for a walk
or something after supper.

Why a walk?

If we had a car,
we could take a ride,

if we had some gas.

Come on, I'll help you get to bed.

You know what?

I'm gonna get you
some real classy earrings.

Please, honey, don't worry
about things like that.

Just as soon as I get a little money.

What you need now is sleep.

What I need is somebody
to slug some sense into me!

Know anybody that's big enough?

Oh, Nicky.

Payday. Lose every dime.

Why do you hang around?

Oh, Nicky, how can you say that?

Why don't you call it off?

Well, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter,
only don't talk like that.

You can't believe in me
no more, Emma.

You can't.

I do.

I always will.

Only, Nicky, you've got
to keep believing in yourself.

I'm tryin', honey.
Really tryin'.

I just can't make the grade.

Kiss me?

Oh, Nicky.

Nicky, you're the only thing
I've ever had all my own.

Make me proud of you.

Please, darling, please.

Hey, you!

How many times I gotta tell ya,
no smokin' in here?

- I'm sorry. I just...
- How many times I gotta tell ya,

I ain't payin' ya just to sit around?

- I'm sorry.
- No wonder ya can't keep no job.

No wonder ya keep gettin' in Dutch
with every guy that hires ya.

You oughta be back in jail.

See what I mean?

Hello, darling.
I kept our supper warm.

- What is it, Nicky?
- Nothin'.

Everything's milk and honey,
only I ain't got a job.

You'll get another one, darling.

I don't want it.
I rode that line long enough.

Here's where I get off.

What do you mean?

I'm goin' away, Emma.

No.

For long?

No way to tell yet.

Saw butch, Juan, and vito tonight.
We got a surefire set-up.

This means real dough.

But, afterwards, we'd better
get out of town for a while.

I guess I knew it would happen.

In the night, in my sleep.
Dreams like knives.

Always, you were bad.

Always, you were running away.

Don't do it, Nicky.

Don't do it now.

I'd do it sooner or later.
I'm not kiddin' myself no more.

And you mean that, don't you?

Don't I look like I mean it?

I have to think.

I have to think about the baby.

Don't!

Are you trying to hurt me?

You got crazy notions about us.

It ain't gonna work that way.

Nicky...

I don't want it.
No baby, you understand?

I don't want it.
When you have it, give it away.

Give it to somebody!

Oh, Nicky, it can still be all right!

Nothing's gonna slow me down.

From here on in,
I travel in a hurry.

What I used to say still goes.

Live fast, die young...

And have a good-looking corpse.

You, let him in!

Woman: Some dope said,
"I suppose you're a personal friend

"of Christopher Columbus."

- Maybe I have theories, too.
- Hmm.

Hmm, something new has been added.

- Go on, do it!
- No, please, don't.

I got a wife, three kids!

- You do it.
- Nah.

Nick!

Come on, come on, come on!

Cut through to my street.
Gotta see Emma.

I'm gonna take her with us.

Muchacho, you're crazy.
We got no time!

Go on, butch! Do it!

Forgive me.

A few months later,
the defendant was charged

with the murder of
patrolman Hawkins.

I've told you Nick Romano's
story in such detail

because I want you to know
all about his past.

No matter how deplorable
or antisocial

that past may have been,

I will prove that he did not
attempt to Rob the 380 bar,

nor did he commit the murder
with which he's charged.

Now, nothing can be simpler than
the evidence I intend to present.

And now, mr Swanson, be very
careful of your next answer.

Did you get a good look
at the hold-up man?

Yes.

Do you see him here,
in this courtroom?

- Yes, sir.
- Point him out to the jury.

That's him.

Oh, you mean the young man,
the pretty boy,

sitting next to mr Morton?

Mr Morton objects, your honour.

And, if he desires,
I will withdraw

the appellation "pretty boy".

His cherubic countenance
and assumed innocence

made me forget the black heart
of a murderer.

Cross-examination.

Mr Swanson, did
the unidentified hold-up man

wear a hat or a cap,
or was he bareheaded?

- He wore a hat.
- What colour?

I don't know, but that's him
right over there.

The man that held you up.
What colour was his hair?

Same as his.

You got a good look
at the man who held you up?

Sure. He stood right
across the bar from me.

Say, for a minute or so?

Yeah.

Mr Swanson, my name is Andrew Morton.

Have you ever seen me before?

- No, never.
- You're quite sure?

No, I never seen you before.

Do you recall a glass of red wine
that was spilled on your shirt?

To refresh your memory,

do you recall that we talked
together about this killing,

that I spilled a glass of wine
on your shirt?

Do you recall that now?

We talked together for
quite a while, didn't we?

Didn't we?

- Well, yeah.
- Uh-huh.

Mr Swanson, would you be
good enough to tell the jury

why you can't identify me,
although we talked together,

but you can identify
the alleged hold-up man

who was with you
only a minute or so?

Tell that to the jury.

Of course you identified him,
because the police told you

that was the man who
held you up. Isn't that right?

Yeah, that's right.

- Object!
- Sustained.

You know better than to ask a
question like that, mr Morton.

Oh, I'm very sorry, your honour.

That's all.

Kerman: And now, mr Carnahan,
as a final question,

I want you to repeat the time of night

you saw the defendant
run out of the alley,

and loud enough
for the jury to hear it.

Kid fingers: Somewhere between
five after eight, and eight-thirty.

Kerman:
And you're absolutely sure?

Kid: I am.

Kerman: Cross-examination.

Mr Carnahan, what's your occupation?

Mr kerman neglected to ask you that.

I, er... well, I...

I do odd jobs.

Isn't that address you gave
on 12th street...

Isn't that a flophouse?

Well, it's a... a sort of...
A sort of a club.

"A club." I can imagine.

As a matter of fact,
you have no permanent address.

You're better known
as "kid fingers", aren't you?

Yes.

How old are you, kid?

Forty-nine.

Thank you, "kid".

How many times have you been
convicted of a felony?

Twice.

Twice? Oh, you're under oath.

Well, maybe I should've said
three or four times.

Yes, maybe you should.
What was the first time?

I don't remember.

You don't remember?

Wasn't it for the sale of
a certain kind of literature

to high school students?

- Kid: Yes.
- Morton: What was the next time?

Kid: Well, I...

I don't remember.

Again, he doesn't remember.

Well, we'll just sit right down here

and wait until you do remember.

Panhandling.

Mr fingers...

Would you mind telling the jury

what you mean by "panhandling"?

Well, it's... it's like asking
somebody to help ya.

You mean begging?

Yes.

I guess you could call it that,
if you wanted to be nasty.

You did time in the federal penitentiary
at leavenworth, didn't you?

All right, okay, so I took
a relief cheque from a mailbox.

If other words, you'll do
anything for money?

- No.
- Anything except work, that is.

- Kerman: Object. This line of questioning has no...
- Judge: Sustained.

I think, mr Morton, that...

Yes, your honour.

Where were you on the night
the crime was committed?

Er... walking along 12th street.

Panhandling?

Kerman: Don't answer that.

Sustained.

Are these clothes you have on,

are they the ones
you usually wear?

- No.
- They're not.

In other words,
some person or persons unknown

gave you the clothes you're wearing.

Kerman: Object.

Where he got the clothes proves
or tends to prove nothing.

The person or persons unknown

doesn't seem to want to have
his good deed told in public.

Is counsel intimating
that the prosecution

would stoop so low
as to procure unfair testimony?

Your honour, I'm intimating nothing.
I'm merely questioning.

Judge:
Objection sustained, mr kerman.

Oh, er... one more question,

and this is the last one.

Do you keep the clothes?

Well, I was playing pool
in the pastime, see?

We hear shootin'.

Kid fingers and I run out
and down to the end of the alley.

We look down the alley
and see this guy.

Then he comes runnin' our way
and goes right past us.

- Right past us.
- Who'd you see?

Nick Romano.

Your witness.

What's your occupation, mr zinsky?

I, er... don't
have a job right now.

You really mean
you have no occupation?

I guess so, yeah.

Were you ever charged
with this murder?

Me? No, sir.

I saw it, though.

And I thought about it
for a couple of days,

and I just couldn't stand it.

So I went to the police
and told them what I seen.

Just a loyal, patriotic,
justice-loving citizen.

- Is that right?
- Yes, sir.

Although you had to think about it
for two or three days first.

Where are you living now?

Sloan hotel.

Well, if you haven't got a job,
who pays your bills?

Kerman: Object.
Won't prove any issue in the case.

Overruled.

Well?

Well, I win at pool.

He's a pushover.

I'm pretty good at pool.

Isn't it true,
isn't it a fact that every week

since you volunteered this testimony,

you've been handed an envelope
containing money?

Kerman: Object, your honour!

Judge: Sustained.

If your mysterious benefactor

wants to support anybody else,
give him my name.

That's all. Thank you.

Kerman:
You're in love with the defendant,

aren't you, miss Watkins?

Yeah.

Guess maybe I am.

We used to be...

Speak up.

Yeah, I'm in love with him.

Did you know the defendant
was going to hold up that bartender?

Oh, no. No, I didn't.

Didn't he plan this with you?

Oh, no, nothin' like that.

He's a sweet kid.

Kerman:
Now, think this one over carefully.

Didn't the defendant
tell you in the past

how easy it would be
to hold up the 380 bar?

I don't know.

Miss Watkins.

I don't know.

Maybe he did a long time ago, but...

But it was a long time ago.

Your witness.

You're dismissed.

Kerman: Call Juan Rodriguez.

- Court official: Juan Rodriguez?
- Juan: Yes, sir.

Official: Raise your right hand.

Do you swear the testimony
you're about to give

is the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you god?

I do.

Thought this guy was a pal of yours.

Yeah.

Do you know the defendant,
Nicholas Romano?

Yes.

Tell us if you saw him
the night officer Hawkins was killed.

I don't remember.

Kerman: You don't remember what?

Juan: If I saw him.

Kerman: Well, were you
on the street that night?

Juan: I don't remember.

You were near the 380 bar,

near the entrance to an alley,
weren't you?

You saw Nick Romano run
into that alley, didn't you?

I don't remember.

What do you remember
about this case?

I remember that
the police picked me up

and said they'd prove I was
in this country illegal

and they'd have me deported
if I didn't say

I saw Nick run into the alley.

The witness has perjured himself!

He should be arrested.

I withdraw him as a state witness.

Here's a break. Just a minute!

The prosecution called this witness.
He's theirs, not ours.

He can't withdraw him until
I've had my cross-examination.

- He's a hostile witness.
- That's beside the point.

The witness is obviously
perjuring himself.

Perjuring himself? The burden
of proof is on you, my friend.

I will see the prosecuting attorney

and the defence counsel
in my chambers.

Court will recess for half an hour.

Photographer: What a picture!

Make yourselves comfortable,
if you can.

Now, what I can't understand is
kerman's personal vindictiveness

against Romano,
this "pretty boy" business.

I'm being entirely objective.
You know very well that...

- Do you wanna play fair?
- One at a time!

The witness gave a signed
statement to the police

that he saw Romano
at the scene of the crime.

We admit the statement.

We've already heard him
say why he made it.

He's lying now.
You can't allow this testimony.

I can bring in two officers
who took the statement...

Mr kerman, don't try to conduct
my trial for me.

If there's perjury in any phase
of this trial,

believe me, the guilty parties
are going to sweat for it.

When the witness is called into the
prosecuting attorney's office, it's imposs...

You're a liar! I'm tired
of your dirty insinua...

Stop it!

If the court will...

If the court will swear in
Rodriguez as its witness...

No. It wouldn't be
fair to the defendant.

He can't cross-examine!

Strike out the testimony.
Morton can have him.

We don't want him.

Well, the testimony's already
been given to the jury.

I stand on my right of cross-
examination at every point.

The testimony stands.

Gentlemen,

this trial is developing
into a slugging match.

We've got to be more orderly
when we go back,

or I'll begin slugging both of you.

And at the same time,
if you like.

- How's it going, darling?
- Feels good.

I didn't count on
the break we just got.

Kerman: I will read you the witness'
previous statement to the police.

"Yes, I saw Nick Romano
kill officer Dan Hawkins."

Did you ever tell that to the police?

Juan: Yes, but I was lying.

Did you testify before the grand jury
that you saw the killing?

Yeah, I lied to the grand jury, too.

You lied all the way, didn't you?

You're lying at
this very moment, aren't you?!

Object. The district attorney's
trying to...

Judge: Trying to impeach
his own witness. Objection sustained.

You'll be arrested
before you leave this building.

I'm going to send you up for this.

Judge: The witness is under
the protection of this court!

You will not threaten
any witness in my presence!

Do you wish to be held in contempt?

I'm sorry, your honour.

You, er...

You want to tell the truth now,
don't you, Juan?

Yes, sir.

You realise that telling the truth

may get you in trouble
with the police?

If they're gonna deport me, let them.

I just ain't a rat,

and I'm not gonna lie
so they can burn Nick.

All right. Now,
I'll ask you one question.

Did you or did you not
see Nick Romano

run into the alley the night
Hawkins was murdered?

I did not.

Thank you.

Thank you, your honour.

Now, you said you were supposed
to meet Nick and sunshine

in a bar called the, er...

Cobra tap, the night
the crime was committed.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Nick came in early.
Sunshine didn't get there until later.

Then what?

We chewed the fat for a while,
had some beer.

Then sunshine and me left together.

That's all. Thank you.

What kind of beer were
you drinking that night?

- Regent.
- You're sure it was regent?

Yeah.

Was there a floor show?

Just a dancer. A little dame...

A lady.

Was the little lady
blonde or brunette?

You think I was lookin' at her hair?

Look, Nick didn't do it.
He was with me and sunshine.

Who is sunshine?
A friend of Romano's?

Yeah.

What did sunshine say
when he came into the tavern?

That Hawkins had been killed.

Were you sorry?

I didn't care one way or the other.

That's all.

You're dismissed.

Usher: Call Jim Jackson.

- Official: Jim Jackson?
- Sunshine: Yes.

Official: Raise your right hand.

Do you swear the testimony
you're about to give

is the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you god?

Sunshine: I do.

What's your work, Jim?

Rack boy and janitor
at the pastime pool room.

You know Nick Romano?

Yes, sir. I do.

You were with him the night
officer Hawkins was killed, weren't you?

Yes, sir. We were at the cobra tap
when that man was killed.

Well, then he couldn't possibly have
committed the crime, could he?

No, he didn't do it.
How could he have done it?

Thank you, Jim.

- How old are you?
- Twenty-fou r.

- How many times have you been in jail?
- Never been there.

- Reformatory?
- I didn't go there.

You like Romano, don't you?

You want him to
get out of this, don't you?

- I sure do.
- Why?

He's always been good to me.

He staked me when I'm broke.

Therefore, you would like
to save him, huh?

I ain't iyin', mister.
Nick was with me. He didn't do it.

Were you sorry
officer Hawkins was killed?

Do I have to answer?

Yes, answer the question.

I didn't care.

Ever read the Bible, sunshine?

Yes, sir.

Do you remember the commandment,
"thou shalt not bear false witness"?

Yes, sir.

It has been stated that you were
drinking beer that night

in the cobra tap.

Yes, sir.

What kind of beer?

Baum's green label.
Nick likes it.

Baum's green label, huh?

Your friend butch said
you were drinking regent.

Which was it? Who's wrong?

Well...

Maybe it could've...
Maybe it was regent.

I thought it was baum's.

"Maybe it was regent."

Could it have been root beer?

Nick couldn't have done it.
He was with us!

That's what you told mr Morton
over and over again, huh?

Yes, that's my story.

- Oh, it's a story?
- It's the truth.

It is?

What would you say
if I reminded you

that negroes are not served
at the cobra tap?

Morton: Object! Since when
aren't negroes served there,

or anyplace else on skid row?

You're resorting to one of the oldest,
most underhanded devices...

I'm conducting this cross-examination.
I simply asked him what he would say

- in case I wanted to go on...
- If that's the way the state wants to play,

I know that game myself. Let's throw
the rule book away, and we'll start.

Gentlemen!
You, mr Morton, stop it,

or you'll be held in contempt.

I apologise to the court.

But there are limits to what I...

I apologise.

The judge is leaving
his chambers now, mr Morton.

Thanks.

Nick, you're sure there's
nothing you want to tell me?

About what?

You're sure you haven't lied
to me about the cobra tap?

The whole thing happened
just like I said.

All right, then.
You've got to decide.

Do we go to the jury
with what we have now,

or do I put you on the stand?

Now, think about it.

Kerman will confuse you,
he'll needle you,

he'll try to break you down.

Put me on the stand.

You realise, don't you, that
the verdict will probably depend

on what you say and do?

And remember this.

Look at the jury
when you answer them,

right in their eyes, all the time.

Nick, you're not listening to me.

I was just thinking.

I wanna live, Andy.

Gee, I wanna live.

Morton: Why did you
run away from the police

when they tried to arrest you?

Nick: Well, on skid row
when the cops come around,

everybody runs.

Nick...

Did you have anything to do
with the killing

with which you're charged?

No, I'm innocent.

Cross-examination.

He wouldn't kill anybody.

He kills me.

Ssh, quiet.

You're "pretty boy" Romano,
aren't you?

Question excluded.

You're the... good-looking
fellow, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm good-looking.
- Question excluded.

Mr kerman, you know
those tactics are improper.

Know a lot of girls?

A few.

Why did you lie on the stand just now?

- I didn't...
- Look at me, Romano, not at the jury.

That trick won't work.

I didn't lie.

Answer this one carefully.

Do you wear a hat?

Sometimes I do,
sometimes I don't.

- That night?
- I...

Come on, come on!

Maybe. I don't think so.

I call the jury's attention
to exhibit "c",

already admitted in evidence.

This hat was found near
the entrance to an alley,

which the killer ran out of
after committing the crime.

Evidently, it was thrown away
by the killer.

I remind you of
statements by pedestrians

who saw the killing

and testified that the murderer
wore a slouch hat.

This your hat?

Well, mr Romano,
would you please try it on?

Let's see if it's becoming.

Your honour.

Your honour, may I take a look
at the state's exhibit "c"?

Proceed.

Nick.

Just a hat.

No marks.

What are you trying to prove,
mr Morton?

It fits me, too.

Am I the killer?

Was counsel for the defence in the
neighbourhood of the 380 bar

the night officer Hawkins was killed?

You're probably as tired
as I am, mr Romano.

Thanks for your Patience.
I've almost finished.

Just a few more simple questions.

For instance...

Did you kill Hawkins?

I didn't kill him.

You stood there in the alley
and killed him, didn't you?

No, I didn't, and I don't know
nothin' about it.

- Are you sure?
- Sure, I'm sure.

I object!

Your honour, the prosecution
has been badgering this boy for hours,

asking these same questions!

Mr kerman, don't you think you've
exhausted that method of approach?

Very well, your honour.

This is the gun you killed
Hawkins with, isn't it?

No, it's not my gun.

And I didn't kill Hawkins.

Excused.

Oh, just a minute.

Sit down.

Didn't your wife commit suicide?

Didn't your wife commit suicide?

- Leave her out of this!
- Well, didn't she?

Leave her out of this!

Sit down, please.

You weren't anywhere near
the cobra tap

the night Hawkins was killed,
were you?

I don't...

Yeah, I was there.

Was sunshine there when you arrived?

Sunshine?

No, later.

Where was butch?

He was already there.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Did you see kid fingers
when you ran out of that alley?

No, I told you.

Weren't you trying to escape
from the consequences

of your crime when you ran away
from the police?

I didn't do it!

- You hated Hawkins, didn't you?
- I don't like cops.

- You killed Hawkins, didn't you?
- No!

Isn't it true your wife killed
herself because of you?!

Didn't your wife commit suicide?

- Didn't your wife commit suicide?
- I believe in you, Nicky.

Kerman: Well, didn't she?
Oh, come on, come on.

Make me proud of you.

Kerman:
You hated Hawkins, didn't you?

- You killed Hawkins.
- Don't do it, Nicky.

- Kerman: Stood there in the alley and killed him.
- Don't do it now.

Kerman:
Didn't your wife commit suicide?

Oh, come on, come on.

Isn't it true your wife killed
herself because of you?!

Isn't it true your wife killed
herself because of you?!

- Stop it! Let me alone!
- You killed him, didn't you?

Stop badgering me!
All right, I killed him!

Sure, I did! I killed him!
I'm glad I did!

Stop badgering me,
or I'll kill you, too!

Shall we remove the witness,
your honour?

Judge:

Sorry I had to do it the hard way.

Why'd you lie to me?

I'm sorry, Andy.

Yeah.

Your honour,

I'd like to make a motion
out of the hearing of the jury.

The jury will be taken
to the jury room.

Your honour,

I request that the plea
of the defendant in this case

be changed from
"not guilty" to "guilty".

Will the defendant rise?

Do you understand the consequences
of your attorney's request?

Yes.

The request is granted.

The jury will not be recalled,
and a plea of guilty entered.

I was on the jury.

So was I.

Is there any statement
you wish to make

before sentence is passed?

Mr Morton?

Your honour, there's...

Something I'd like to say
in behalf of the defendant.

When I took this case, I...

I believed Nick Romano was innocent.

I believed what
he told me, and...

I believed what those men,
butch and sunshine, told me.

I believed, because
I wanted to believe.

I wanted to believe
that all the filth and fury

and jumble of this boy's past

had not produced a killer.

But...

Nick Romano is guilty.

He's guilty of...

Of many things.

He's guilty of...

Knowing his father
died in prison.

He's guilty of having been
reared in poverty.

He's guilty of
having lived in the slums.

Of having had the wrong companions,

the pickpockets and hoodlums,
panhandlers and prostitutes

of the worst district that ever
disgraced a modern city.

He's guilty of
the pool rooms and bars

that were open to him as a boy.

He's guilty of the foul treatment

of a primitive reform school.

Keep the boy,

and civilise the boyhood.

This boy could have been exalted
instead of degraded,

student instead of savage.

But come with Nick on his own way,
to that reform school,

see your best friend die
of subhuman punishment.

Come with Nick along skid row,

where the fences buy anything
and no questions asked.

Come with Nick into the alleys
and on the streets,

past the drunks and panhandlers
and prostitutes

into the pool rooms and the bars.

Listen.

Listen to the jackrollers
and the thieves.

Absorb their
poisonous philosophy of life.

Come with Nick to the penitentiary.

Be numbered
and counted and hated,

and leave there determined
to be worthy of that hatred.

Yes,

Nick Romano is guilty.

But so are we!

And so is that precious thing
called society.

Society is you,
and you, and you,

and all of us.

We, society, are hard
and selfish and stupid!

We're scandalised by environment,
and we call it "crime".

We denounce crime, and...
And yet we...

We disclaim any responsibility for it.

And we lack the will
to do anything about it.

Until we do away with the type
of neighbourhood

that produced this boy,

ten will spring up
to take his place.

A hundred. A thousand.

Until we wipe out the slums
and rebuild 'em!

Knock on any door,

and you may find Nick Romano.

The newspapers have been
clamouring for pictures

and stories about this trial.

Well, why don't you print this?

They and you and I,
we good people,

we, the solid citizens
of this community,

we photographed and labelled
this boy years ago.

We made this rendezvous
with him years ago.

We brutalised and ordered
him here years ago.

If he dies in the electric chair...

We killed him.

Print that!

Where do we take him now?

Do we kill him?

The current coursing through
the blood, the nerves,

the heart, the brain.

I ask mercy from this court.

I ask this, so that,
for us who walk free,

for all of us,

there may be some mercy.

Judge: I am moved by
your eloquence, mr Morton.

Deeply moved.

However, the law and the duty
of this court is clear.

Will the defendant rise?

It is the judgement of this court

that you be taken into
the custody of the warden

of the state penitentiary

until Friday,
the 29th day of November,

when you shall be put to death

in the manner prescribed by the state.

And may god
have mercy on your soul.

Sorry I fouled out.

Look, Nick...

I'm afraid I haven't been able
to be very much help to you, but...

You know how I feel.

If there's one thing
I can promise you,

I'll do everything I can to...

Keep other fellas like you from...

Well, to help other fellas like you.

As long as I live.

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