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Hello, John. Hi, Bill.

- See you later. - Okay. Goodbye.

Bye.

"Kent Marlowe, manslaughter, sentenced to ten years."

- First time in prison? - Yes.

Sir to me.

Yes, sir.

- How old are you? - Twenty four, sir.

Ever served in the army, navy, marine corps?

No, sir.

- Use tobacco? - Yes, sir.

- Morphine, opium, cocaine? - No, sir.

Frisk him.

You can have your cigarettes.

- Married? - No, sir.

That's my sister.

- You can have the photographs. - Thank you, sir.

You'll get the rest back when you leave prison.

From now on, you'll be number 48642.

Give him the works.

Still.

Give him 24.

- Two blankets. - Two blankets.

- Coat, 36. - Coat, 36.

- Underwear, 4. - Underwear, 4.

- Pants, 5. - Pants, 5.

- Shirt, 16. - Shirt, 16.

- Hat, 7. - Hat, 7.

- Shoes, 8 and a half. - Shoes, 8 and a half.

Change your clothes in there.

Arm length, 35 and one half inches.

35 and a half.

- Scar on left forefinger. - Left forefinger.

Out this way.

I hate to see a young fellow like you

in here for manslaughter.

It was an accident, sir.

Yes, I remember your case very well.

You ran a man down with your car.

Yes, sir. It was New Year's Eve.

You were drunk.

Yes, sir.

Now you're here to pay for that crime

with ten years of your life.

Do you realize that?

Yes, sir.

Your sentence can be reduced by good behavior

and close observance of the prison rules.

And while you're not, in the common sense of the word

a criminal, I want to warn you against the influences

you'll encounter here or in any other prison.

Yes, sir.

So you be careful of your conduct

your associations.

- Yes, sir. - And remember this.

Prison does not give a man a yellow streak

but if he has one, it brings it out.

That's all.

Well, Riker, what is it?

Do you know who they're putting that boy in with?

No. Who?

Morgan, the slickest crook we ever had here

and Machine Gun Butch.

Yes?

Well, well, a, a weak kid like that

thrown in with a murderer and a gunman?

Now, now, now, Pop, don't you get chicken-hearted again.

Well, he might have a chance in the cell alone.

Yes, I warned them at the last governor's council.

We have 3000 here

and cell accommodations for 1800.

They all want to throw people into prison

but they don't want to provide for them after they are in.

And you mark my word, Pop

someday we are going to pay for their shortsightedness.

Yeah, sure, the whole prison system is cockeyed.

- Yeah? - Here's a face for you, Sandy.

He goes in 265 with Butch and Morgan.

Okay.

Come on, boy.

Upstairs to the left.

Here we are.

Hello, kid.

Take off your earmuffs. I said hello.

- Hello. - Make yourself to home.

That's your flop up there.

Thanks.

What's your name?

I said what's your name?

Kent Marlowe.

Mine's Schmidt.

I'm known the world over as Machine Gun Butch.

You heard of me. That's a cinch.

You never heard of the Delacey gang being wiped out?

Well, I done the wipin'.

Five hundred bucks for bumping off three.

It ain't much, it's cheap.

What's your racket? What you in for?

- Manslaughter. - Manslaughter?

Well, you ain't no morning glory after all.

Press the flesh. Who'd you croak?

- Well, it was an accident. - An accident?

- Yeah, I was driving a car-- - Oh, you're a wet ears.

- Your nose ain't even dry. - What do you mean?

I'll show you what I mean, kid.

I'll learn you a lot of things

before we're through with you in here.

Morg, there's company in the parlor.

Morgan's my name.

Kent's mine.

How are you?

Don't you ever have any air in here?

Sure, plenty.

All hot.

- How long you been here? - Three years.

- What for? - Robbery.

I can't stand thieves.

Hey, my cigarettes.

- What? - You took my cigarettes.

Why, you dirty little liar, you didn't have no cigarettes.

Yes, I did, and you stole them.

Oh, stop your bellyaching before I slough you one.

Come on, give me back those cigarettes.

You're dingy. You didn't have no cigarettes.

- Give me those cigarettes! - Oh, get out.

I'll show you crooks I won't stand for treatment like this.

- Hey, guards, guards! - Yeah, stop your squawking.

Crooks, are we? Well, Mr. High Hat, I'll show--

Come on, let go of me!

Pipe down. Pipe down. Pipe down.

Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong in here?

- He took my cigarettes. - Did he, Morgan?

I don't know, sir. I was asleep.

Did you take the kid's cigarettes?

- No, sir, so help me-- - They're both lying.

Less noise or you'll spend your first night in the dungeon.

Oh, don't put the kid in the cooler.

He's green. He just went off his nuts.

He won't do it again.

Well, you watch your step. Understand?

Well, Mr. Yellow Belly

you're going to get your first lesson right now.

You can't squeal in stir.

'That's that.'

Now lay off that stuff, Butch. Do you hear?

Oh, he's only stunned. I didn't bat him hard.

- Put him in his bunk. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Now give him back his cigarettes.

- What? - You heard me.

Why, I ain't got his old weeds.

- Don't lie to me, Butch. - Say, listen.

I bumped off guys for calling me a liar.

Yeah, and look where you are now.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Well, look where you are too.

That's right, Butch, both of us.

The quick and the dead, the clever and the dumb.

What?

You know, from the neck down

you're a regular guy, Butch.

Now give the kid back his cigarettes.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Okay.

I was only kidding.

Just kidding, that's all.

Sure, I knew that all the time.

Now put 'em up in his pocket.

I said put 'em up in his pocket.

Gee.

'It reminds me of Sadie.'

Gee.

Sadie was a good old skirt.

I shouldn't have slipped her that ant poison.

'I should have just batted her in the jaw a few times.'

Get off of my stones, will you?

Get back in line there!

- Hey, is everything all set? - Sure--

Quiet. Here he comes.

Uh, Kent, we hear you're slated to get out soon.

What do you mean? Who told you that?

Jim's a trustee over in the warden's office.

He's in on everything.

And he heard something about me?

Yeah, the warden says you're too nice a kid to keep here.

- They're gonna let me go? - Sure, they are.

How soon?

Oh, just as soon as the warden

gets the okay from the governor.

- Gee, you're a lucky guy. - Are you Kent Marlowe?

- Yeah. - Wallace wants to see you.

What does he want to see me for?

Why, to tell you the good news

that you've been pardoned.

- That's great. - Wait a minute.

Well, ain't you gonna say goodbye?

Sure. Goodbye.

- Be good, Kent. - Bye-bye, Kent.

So long, kid.

Hey, where you headed?

Captain Wallace wants to see me.

You can't go in there. Get back.

Hey, what's the row out here?

They said you wanted to see me, sir, about my parole.

- Who said that? - Well, they did.

That trustee over there where..

Well, it's true, isn't it?

They weren't ribbing me, were they?

Sure, they're kidding you, Kent.

Well, then I'm not going out?

No, you're going to be with us for a long time.

Go on. Beat it.

- You're not sore, are you? - What's the matter, Kent?

- What's the matter, boy? - Are you going home?

Hey, you, don't gang up here.

Come on. Keep this place clear.

Scatter out.

Hey, Pop. Any letters for me?

Move on now. If there was, I wouldn't give them to you.

Oh, go on. Be a sport, will you?

Are there any letters for Morgan?

You know, Pop, if all the screws were like you--

Oh, you cut out the applesauce

and don't be calling the guards screws.

- Yes, sir. - No letters for you, Morgan.

But I've got one for Butch and Kent.

Fine, I'll take 'em to them. Thanks, Pop.

I used to milk a cow all the time.

Letter for you, Butch.

- Letter for, for me? - Yes, you.

Gee, why don't those dames let me alone?

You're such a deal, Butch, you can't blame 'em.

- Where's Kent? - I haven't seen him.

Hey, stick around.

I'll bet this is a hot one.

Oh, boy.

Look at that.

- Why, it's from Myrtle. - Myrtle?

- Yeah. - But I thought you croaked her.

- No, that was Sadie. - Oh.

This girl is nuts about me.

- About you? - Yes, me.

Wait a minute, I'll show you.

"Dear sweetheart.

"How I miss my great big boy.

You have it."

Hot doggy.

"The only fun I get is sleeping

because then I dream about you every night."

The rest of this is too juicy for you guys.

Nobody gets to read this but me and my pal Morg.

- Come on, Morg.. - That's all..

I'm gonna read this. You and me, Morg.

- Hey, come on. Scram. - Hey, what's the big idea?

Get out of here. Go on. Go on.

Say, Morg, who do you suppose would write me a letter?

I'll read it to you, Butch.

Say, if I even knew a dame called Myrtle

I'd kick her teeth out.

Go on. Read it. Who's it from?

Well, it's about your mother, Butch.

- My old lady? - Yeah.

Gee, she's been holding out on me.

I didn't even know she could write.

Well, it isn't from her, Butch. It's from a guy named Tony Loop.

- It's about-- - Nothing wrong.

Go on. Read it.

"Dear Butch, when your mother was sick

"she didn't want me to write no letter and tell you.

"Even when they took her to the county hospital.

"I went to see her a couple of times

"and she said you had enough to worry

"without having to think about her.

"Anyway, she..

"...she died yesterday.

"and as we couldn't get enough money to give her a send-off

"we had to let the hospital take care of it.

"Anyway, we sent her a bunch of flowers

"and I guess that's all.

Yours truly, Tony Loop."

Gee, I can't believe it, Morg.

Ma's dead.

I wonder if it hurt her much.

Oh, I don't think so, Butch.

She probably just dropped off quietly.

- 'Yeah?' - Yeah.

She was pretty old, wasn't she?

About 70.

And as big as a minute..

...and game.

And, say, the last time I was arrested..

...she fought like a wildcat.

It took two bulls to hold her

and she almost bit the thumb off of one of 'em.

Gee, she was a swell old lady.

I wish you'd have met her, Morg.

So do I, Butch.

Say, Morg..

...I'm gonna make a break.

I'm gonna get out of here

and I'm going to give that little old lady

the swellest funeral she ever had.

Pipe down, will you? Here comes Oliver.

Hello, Morgan. Got a match?

Sure.

Thanks.

Good news, Butch?

Bad news whenever you come around.

Great kidder, isn't he, Morgan?

Yes, and he's not always kidding.

You know, that guy's a stool pigeon if ever there was one.

I wish I could get the lowdown on him.

I'll knife him someday.

Oh, that kind of talk won't get you anywhere.

I'm gonna break this place wide open.

Yeah, and then what will happen to you?

Down in the dungeon with the rats.

No, we gotta take our medicine, Butch.

Yeah, it's alright for you to talk.

You'll be going out of here in a few years.

But what do I gain eating this dirt?

I'd go nuts if I didn't start trouble once in a while.

I'd rather stand up and fight and even if I got the rope

it's better than sitting here rotting in this stinking hole.

Oh, cut out that talk, Butch. Do you hear?

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Okay.

I was only kidding.

Sure.

Hey, listen, uh, Butch.

How about that hot number of yours?

- The gang wanna hear it again. - Go on, read it.

Alright, I'll read it once more.

Seen Kent around anywhere?

Yeah. He's around the corner with Oliver.

- What about Morgan? - Morgan?

Who knows anything about him? But Butch.

Listen, Oliver, that guy will kill me someday.

- He packs a knife. - Oh, he packs a knife, does he?

Don't let that worry you.

That knife's gonna get him into trouble.

Say, listen, you guys.

If I ever catch either one of you double-crossing Butch

I'm gonna get you. Do you understand?

Now, Kent, you keep away from this rat.

What do you mean? He's the only guy

that's been decent to me since I've been here.

I was only trying to give him some good advice.

Yeah? Well, beat it. Do you hear?

I'll give you some good advice, Kent.

Now you're in a tough spot, but you've got to learn

that whining and double-crossing isn't going to get you anywhere.

I'm not whining and I won't stand for your ribbing.

What right have they got to poke me in a cell with Butch

and you, a robber bragging about it?

Oh, I see. Too good for the rest of us, huh?

Well, if you're wise, you'll stand up

and take your joe like a regular guy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Here's a letter for you.

Get wise, kid. Play up to Morgan and Butch.

They run the joint here.

And if they're after you, they'll make it tough for you

but if you're friends with them

they'll let you in on their plans.

- What do you mean? - I'll tell you later.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

Kid, you trust me. I'm your friend.

These three dames were crazy about me--

Hey, Butch.

Butch, I had a dream last night--

Oh, cut it out. You're full of hop.

The dames said to me, they said, "If you'll come up--"

I-I-I, I-I-I was sitting on a velvet cushion

a-and about a thousand beautiful blue-eyed blonds

was dancing all around me.

Oh, gee, I'd go nutty over a rag doll.

Hey, look. Oh! Look!

'Look, a beautiful butterfly.'

Oh, you're crazy. That's a racehorse.

Look at that sucker run.

I bet he makes the top of the wall in ten seconds.

Say, look at the build on that filly.

I'll take the thin one, Butch. This is mine.

Say, what will you bet my racehorse

can't trim that one of yours?

- You're on. - Hey, Mr. Butch.

- I'll hold the stakes. - Yeah, who's going to hold you?

Come on. Get up your cigarettes.

Let's have a race here.

Come on. Put them out there.

Alright, you boys, make your bets.

I'll cover all your bets. Put it in there.

- Alright, make all your bets. - Alright, cover this, Butch.

I'm betting on Morgan's bug.

Come on. Get in there. I'm covering.

Hey, listen, you. What about these?

Now you-you-you can't, because the hawk gave me this

to buy him a pair of s-s-suspenders with

and if I don't bring them back, he'll t-t-tear my head off.

Oh, come on. Get in there with them.

Oh, yeah, s-s-sure.

Alright. Come on now.

Alright, come on, now. Give me the bugs.

I'll warm 'em up.

Alright.

Here you go.

Watch 'em run.

You all ready? You all set?

Alright, there they go.

Look at him go.

Look at that bug go.

Hey, Butch, your-your-your b-bug

looks like it's coming to..

There he goes. Over the line. Over the line.

I win. I win.

That's just too bad.

Chewing gum.

Hey, no wonder that bug couldn't run.

Chewing gum.

Who done that?

Come on.

What porch-climbing crook done that?

You did.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

What's the big idea?

You wouldn't double-cross a pal, would you, Butch?

Any more of you guys think I pulled a phony?

- You, Joe? - Not me.

- You, Putnam? - N-no.

You can't get away with that, Butch.

No?

You're asking for it, ain't you?

One wiggle out of you and I'll give it to you.

Listen, you guys are liable to get the hole for this.

Yeah? You'll get the hole, just 5'10".

They'll have to dig it big enough for two.

- Oh, yes? - Yeah.

Look out, Butch!

Ditch that knife. Here comes Wallace.

Well, what's coming off here?

Me and Morgan was just rassling a bit, sir.

Sure you weren't mixing up a little fighting with it, huh?

Who, me? No, sir.

Well, you better not or I'll fix up

a lot of dark days for you.

- Gambling, huh? - No, sir, not me.

How did those cigarettes and tobacco get here?

Well, uh, I-I was packing them in my shirt, sir, and..

...and Morgan and me starts rassling, and I get sweaty

so I lay them out on the ground to dry.

- Don't lie to me. - I wouldn't lie. No, sir.

- Let them alone-- - What's that you said?

I said yes, sir.

Another move out of you and you'll go to the dungeon.

- Who did that? - I did, wrestling with Butch.

Well, the next time I see you, you better have it fixed.

You get me?

Bring that stuff.

I hate his guts.

It's a good thing I warned you.

If Wallace had seen that knife..

Yeah. You ain't such a bad skunk as I thought you was.

Come on, get a move on, all of you.

I'll move. I'll move. I'll move.

Fish again.

That dirty, rotten, stinkin' codfish.

Yeah, it's spoiled.

Oh, look, it's-it's terrible.

It's even killed one of our poor little

bu-bu-bu, cockroaches.

Oh, nice tenderloin steak

with mushrooms all over it.

I'd like to ram it down their throat.

Pipe down. Wallace.

You talking, Butch?

Who, me? No, sir.

- I'll get them someday. - He's on the hunt, Butch.

- Tell the guys to pipe down. - Pipe down.

Pipe down.

I can't eat that stuff!

- 'Who did that?' - Me!

What do you think of that? I want some food!

I don't want any more of this swill!

- Shut up! - You give me some food to eat!

- I'm not gonna eat that junk! - Shut up, all of you!

Come on! Give me some food! Come on!

Come on! Give us some food!

I ain't afraid of your guns!

I ain't afraid of nobody!

Come on, you yellowbellies, let's show 'em!

That volley went against the wall.

The next time, shoot to kill!

Butch, sit down!

- Yellowbellies! Cowards! - Sit down, Butch!

It's your last chance!

Cover all the entrances.

Listen to me, you men.

I have treated you squarely and you know it.

If you got any grievances within my power to correct

come to me!

You can't gain anything by starting a row like this.

So I'm warning you for the last time.

I am running this show

and I'm ready for you.

That's all.

Wallace, who started this?

- Butch. - Take him out!

The knife..

- What? - The knife.

Butch, in the aisle.

- Search him! - I ain't got nothin'.

No hard feelings, see?

- Nothing on him, sir. - You had a knife.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

No, sir. Someone's been stringing you.

- In the dungeon!' - What for?

- I was only kidding. - Sure, I understand.

Well, that little joke will just cost you

30 days on bread and water in the dark!

Come on. Move on!

- I'm sorry about Butch. - You're what?

I say I'm sorry about Butch.

Yeah?

- Who is it? - Your lawyer.

- Hello, John. - Hello, Canton.

- What's up? - Got a little surprise for you.

Yeah?

Kid, I got good news for you.

- You're gonna be paroled. - Yeah?

- When? 20 years from now? - Don't be funny.

You're gonna leave this joint tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

- Oh, quit your kidding. - I'm not kidding.

It's all settled. I just came from the warden's office.

Yeah?

The next time, you'll play it smart.

You say..

Hello, sis.

What's the matter?

You look so pale. You're not ill, are you?

No, no, but you don't know how terrible it is here.

What have they done to get me out?

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

- What do you mean? - We've done everything.

I saw the governor myself.

He was very kind.

He said he couldn't do anything.

What kind of a dame would you like to have me get for you?

Any kind.

How'd you like a little gal like that?

Say, you're a lawyer, not a magician.

Okay, kid, I'll be around here

with a car in the morning to pick you up.

- Fine. - So long.

Oh, Kent, please.

I know you're big enough to see it through. You've got to.

But you don't know what it's like in here.

Every hour, every minute is torture.

- I'll go crazy. - Honey, but, listen..

Anne, Anne, listen. Tell them to try again.

Alright. All visitors out!

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Bad news, kid?

I got to serve out my full time.

No, you haven't. If you get the goods on somebody

you get plenty of time off.

And if you block a big job

it may open the gates for you.

Thanks.

How are you?

Ha-ha, you're going to be a great comfort around here.

- Who's that? - New guy to take Butch's place.

Doesn't speak any English.

What are you doing?

I'm going out of here tomorrow.

I thought you had another year.

Yeah, I did, but good behavior got me off

and that's a very good thing for you to remember.

Think of it. Bright lights, good food, women!

Say, I saw that sister of yours in the visitors' room just now.

- Yeah? - The girl owns the bookstore?

- Yeah. - Swell-looking kid.

You know, I think it's great, Kent

the way your family stick by you.

Gee, I wish I had a family.

I haven't even got a home.

Outside, all of you.

Come on, Rasputin. Frisking party.

Shut up.

This your coat, Morgan?

Yes, sir, but that's not my knife.

No, it's Butch's knife. You know that.

Smart, eh?

- Trying to cover up Butch. - No, I wasn't, sir.

Uh, you don't think I'd be crazy enough to do a thing like that

the day before I go out--

Shut up.

Well, this will just cost you your parole.

Oh, you can't do that, sir.

I tell you, I never saw that knife before.

- It was planted on me. - Ah.

I came in the cell, took off my coat, laid it on the bunk.

There was no one in there, but, but this fellow

and, and then Kent..

- You did that. - I didn't do it!

- Don't lie to me! - I didn't do it!

Well, I guess the dungeon will cool him off a bit. Strip him!

I'll get you for this, Kent!

Do you hear me? I'll get you for this!

- 'On your way.' - 'Do you hear me?'

- 'I'll get you!' - 'Shut up.'

Cell 48.

Hello! Who are you?

- Morgan. - 'Morgan! They got you?'

Yeah. Where are you, Butch?

Second hole away from you. What happened?

They found your knife on me.

- My knife? - Yeah.

You mean it was planted on you.

Sure!

- Who done it? - Uh, never mind who.

You tell me, old pal.

I'll get him the first day I'm outside.

I'll get him myself.

Oh, I knocked over my cup of water!

Oh, forget it, kid!

They'll bring you another cup tomorrow night

the big-hearted buzzards!

Cut that noise, will you?

Hey, Morg!

When I get out of here, I'm going to make a break.

- Do you hear me? - Yeah?

Yeah. I'll do it if I have to kill a flock of screws.

- How? - I'm gonna use my brains.

Ha-ha! Your what?

Well, maybe I ain't got no brains

but I got strength, you hear me?

Sure.

Hey, when my time's up, I'll bet you

I'll still be standing on my feet.

- You hear that, Morg? - Yeah.

And, you, I bet you travel out of here feet first.

You know, that's a swell idea--

Oh, what do you mean, a swell idea?

Use your brain!

Goin' home

I's a-goin' home

I wish you would go home.

Quiet life

Gee, but he was a s-swell guy

and s-s-smart too.

One-one time he du-du-dug himself out

from u-u-underneath a w-w-wall

and it took him 18 months to do it in.

Yeah? What did he do with the dirt?

Oh, he-he ate it.

- Well, he s-said he did. - Ah, dry up.

The plan of mine would be alright

if we had somebody to work it out.

Yeah. Morgan's the guy to do it.

You know, he and Butch finish their stretch

in the hole today.

Come out here, Butch!

Come on, come on. Get out of there!

Oh, I'm coming out. I'm..

Well, I'm still on my feet.

Get Morgan out.

I ain't heard his voice now for a week.

I told him he'd come out of there feet first.

- He's flat on his back. - Bring in a stretcher.

Get Tony out.

You dirty screws, you croaked my pal. I'll get you for this.

Shut up or you'll spend 30 days more in the hole.

Lord, I was only kidding. Just kidding, that's all.

Son of a, son of a..

He's just a weak-kneed guy. He ain't got no backbone.

- But me, I'm on my feet. - Shut up!

Take Morgan to hospital.

Come on. Let's go.

96.

100.

- Slight congestion. - Doctor?

- Yes. - Carter has just passed away.

Carter. Oh, yes. Put him in the morgue.

And have the wagon take him away tonight.

Yes, sir.

- Will he be alright, doctor? - Oh, yes. Yes, I think so.

Number's 44789.

Watch the Canadian border.

Watch the best hotels. That's his racket.

That's the first break we've had here in five years.

- We'll get him though. - 'How did he make his getaway?'

- Went out in the dead wagons. - 'Well done.'

I beg your pardon.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

If you'll, uh, just look around, I'll be with you in a minute.

Thanks. I'm in no hurry.

- Here's your book, Mr. Garrett. - How much is that?

- Two dollars. - Two dollars?

- Thank you. Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Have you found what you wanted?

No, I haven't.

Well, just what were you looking for?

- A book on the Pacific Islands. - Romance?

No, no, something...would give me an idea of the life there.

Oh.

I'm quite sure I have something

in a new shipment that came today.

I'll go and get it if you don't mind waiting a few minutes.

Not a bit. No.

May I help?

Why, yes. Thank you. I..

I was just going to look in these boxes.

I think the fiction, the, uh

travel books are in the bottom one.

Uh, here. Let's have a look. Yeah, let me help.

Oh, thank you.

- You don't mind, do you? - Why, no, of course not.

Uh..

It's, it's lovely of you to go to all this, all this trouble.

'Not at all. I'm glad to help.'

- You know, it's a fun-- - 'Stay where you are!'

I thought I recognized you, Mr. Morgan.

I saw you in the visitors' room at the prison.

Yes, I remember you too.

Hello. Hello.

Give me, give me police headquarters.

Yes. Police.

Never mind.

Well, why didn't you go through with it?

Because..

Well, because I just couldn't send you back there, that's all.

You may go now, Mr. Morgan.

I'll take that gun.

Thanks.

- Oh, good evening. - Hello, Miss Marlowe.

Oh, excuse me. I didn't know you had company.

Oh, that's quite alright.

My friend, Mr. Everett, Sergeant Donlin.

- Glad to meet you, Mr. Everett. - Same here, sergeant.

Face is kind of familiar.

Haven't I met you somewhere?

No, I don't think so, sergeant.

- No? - No.

Well, maybe not.

Mr. Everett is one of my best customers.

Is that so?

I thought it was past your closing time

till I saw the lights.

Well, it is, but we were unpacking some books.

Oh, I see.

Mrs. Donlin like the book I sent her?

Huh? Yes.

Well, I-I have another one that I'm sure she'll be crazy about.

Fine.

I'll get it for you. It's in the next room.

Don't bother. She'll drop in tomorrow.

Oh, what's that?

The boys are after someone, I guess.

Well, I'll be running along.

I'm glad to have met you, mister..

Uh, Everett.

- Goodnight, Mr. Everett. - Goodnight, sergeant.

- Goodnight, Miss Marlowe. - Goodnight.

Thanks.

Why did you come here?

To square a bad deal I got from someone in prison.

What do you mean?

Well, I was framed and they took my parole away from me

the day before I was to go free.

Do you know who framed you?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I know.

Well, goodnight, Miss Marlowe.

I won't bother you again.

- Are you going away? - Perhaps. I don't know.

I think I understand your bitterness.

If you're ever around here again, drop in.

Well, oh, you don't mean that.

Why, of course, I do.

Gee, you're a peach of a girl.

I picked him up one night and trailed him to a bookstore.

He goes under the name of Everett.

- Everett? - Yeah.

He's Morgan, alright, alright.

But he's smart too.

I lost track of him for a couple of weeks.

When I found him, he was actually working.

I sent out a man to spot him. That night he quit his job.

Working? Must be a woman in the case.

- Yeah. I know the woman too. - Then you got a line on him.

Sure. I haven't lost one yet, have I?

Alright, Eddie. Let's go.

- Hello, Dick, how are you? - Hello, Everett.

Nice to see you, Mary. Where's your sister?

- She's in the backyard. - Alright.

- Hello, Anne. - Hello, John.

- How are you? - Fine.

Well, good afternoon, everyone.

- How are you, Mr. Marlowe? - Oh, fit as a fiddle.

- Younger than ever. - Yeah. Me too.

Mrs. Marlowe, how are you today?

I'm fine, thank you.

Anne tells me you're going away, Mr. Everett.

We are going to miss you.

Well, that's awfully nice of you.

You know, coming here has meant a great deal to me.

Oh, you must stay for dinner.

We're going to have cornbread and fried chicken.

And strawberry shortcake.

Better stop. I'm liable to miss that train.

Oh, you're not going that soon.

- Yes. Leaving in an hour. - Oh, that's too bad.

Oh.

I know somebody that's going to miss you.

Why, dad.

Don't why-dad me. I wasn't born yesterday.

No, me neither.

She's been sighing around all morning.

I wondered what was the matter.

Now, dad, I'm ashamed of you.

Come on, John. Don't listen to him.

- You're so subtle, dad. - Yeah. I can't help it. I..

Oh, now don't pick on me, ma.

You love it.

Oh, I'm glad to see Anne happy again.

Well, Anne, I hate to go.

Oh, you'll come back someday.

I don't think so.

The minute that Dick walked into that place where I was working

I knew there was no chance for me to continue on here.

Wouldn't it be better if you went back to prison

and served out your time?

No, they'd give me seven more years of it.

I've got a pretty good grip on myself, Anne

and I'd like to make a new start.

And my only hope is in some other country

where they can't get me.

Well, I suppose you're right.

But I'll, we'll miss you.

Will you really?

You know I will.

Anne, I have no right to tell you this

but, you know, I get sort of a choky feeling

every time I think I'm never gonna see you again.

Oh, don't be angry at me for saying that, will you?

I'm not angry.

You see, it's the only way I have of telling you

how much your friendship has done for me.

Thanks.

What are you going to do?

Work.

- Does that please you? - Mm-hmm.

You know, as soon as I get to the islands

I'm going to get a little plantation.

I've heard of a chap who made a fortune out there.

- Oh, that sounds marvelous. - Doesn't it?

You know, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't mind going.

And yet if it weren't for you, I, I wouldn't be going.

Gosh, how are you gonna figure that one out?

- I don't know. - Hello, Morgan.

Let's see what you've got on you.

I guess you didn't know who this fellow was, Miss Marlowe.

That's too bad.

Sergeant, please, wait a minute.

I'm sorry this had to happen here, Anne.

But I..

Now let's get going.

Oh, mother.

I love him.

Oh, if they'd only give him another chance.

You're going to find things tougher than ever here.

The state has closed the mill.

You know what idleness does to a man.

So you better watch your step.

Yes, sir.

Alright, Morgan. Let's go.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna have a lot more trouble with that bird.

You'll see.

I think you're wrong, Wallace.

I believe he wants to go straight.

Straight?

Two weeks with the old gang

he'll be right back where he was.

Maybe.

I hope not.

Hello, Morg.

Now get back over that deadline

or I'll knock your block off.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Pop's getting tough.

How's all the dames outside?

See my initials carved on many bedposts, Morg?

- How have you been, Butch, huh? - Oh, okay.

You know, the food's getting worse here too.

- 'Hello, Morg.' - How are you?

Well, what's the gang been up to, Butch?

Planning.

Six of us is going right out through that gate.

You aren't kidding me, are you?

No. I'm giving it to you straight.

- Me and the Gopher framed it. - The Gopher?

Why, he's been the prison gardener for seven years.

Sure.

He's had an idea in the back of his bean though.

There he goes now.

For three months, every day he's been going to that gate.

The screw's used to it, don't pay no attention to him.

Yeah?

Every once in a while, why, he has an extra big bunch

of flowers and the screw opens the gate, savvy?

I see. And you six guys go through, is that it?

- Sure. Simple, ain't it? - Sure.

What happens when you get through the inner gate?

We crash that outer gate and there's a car waiting outside.

- When does it come off? - Thanksgiving Day at noon.

Most of the screws go home to turkey dinner.

We'll give them a bellyful.

You know it means the rope, Butch, if they catch you.

Who's in on it?

Well, me and Olsen, and Joe, and the Hawk.

The Hawk? That means blood.

No. He promised me he wouldn't bump nobody off.

Why, he croaked his own mother.

Sure, he did. He cut her throat.

He was sorry for it. He's alright.

Anybody else in on it?

Well, there's that big Swede and Kent.

- Kent? - Say, listen.

You're all wrong about that Kent guy.

It was the Russian that planted that knife on you, not Kent.

We caught him doing the same thing to another guy.

- Yeah? - Sure.

- I was sure it was Kent. - No.

After you made your getaway, they put the Gopher

in the same cell with me and Kent, see?

Kent ain't in on the plans, but he's got to go out with us.

We ain't tellin' nobody

until we get ready to make the break outside of you.

Not for me, Butch. I'm going straight.

You wouldn't kid an old friend, would you?

You got me all wrong, Butch

but I just don't play a sucker's game, that's all.

- Hey, listen. - How are you?

Don't let that gang know that you're going straight.

They used to have a lot of respect for you.

Hello, Morg. Welcome b-b-back home.

- Hello, Morg. - Listen, don't gang up here.

Come on. Take a powder. Take a powder. Come on.

See you later, Butch.

Hey, you. Come here, you.

Let's see that book.

Where is that bride's confession I told you to get me?

Well-well, you see, it's wor-worn out.

Well, you get me Sappho.

Say, y-you don't mind if I take a powder, do you, Mr. Bu-Butch?

Oh, go on. Scram. Scram.

Hey, Kent!

I wanna talk to you.

Morgan, I-I wanna explain to you about that knife--

Yeah, Butch told me all about it.

What you've done doesn't interest me.

It's what you're going to do.

Are you in on this break?

Yeah. They-they took me in on it.

I know. It's dynamite.

They haven't told me all their plans yet.

You keep out of it, do you hear?

Not that I care about you

but I met that family of yours, Kent.

They think the world of you.

Now you've caused them enough trouble

and if anything more happens to you

they'd never get over it.

So you keep out of this break.

It's murder and you'll hang for it.

Hey, you.

Morgan trying to turn you against the gang?

Yeah, that's what he was doing, alright.

You wouldn't think it of him, would you?

Oh, he's a rat.

I wonder what Butch will say.

Think I'd better go and tell him.

Alright. You tell him.

Say, this guy could catch fish with his hands.

He'd reach under the rocks and get ahold of a fish..

Say, Butch, you take Morgan in?

Morg? Sure.

- You sure he's going with us? - Sure, he is. He can't wait.

- Don't lie to me. - Who, me?

Why? I never told a lie in my life.

You know he's not going with us.

I just heard him telling Kent to keep out of it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Said it looked like a trap to him. Get me?

You suppose Morgan will go yellow?

Who, Morg?

Well, something's changed him.

Yeah, something's changed him.

You don't suppose he'd rat on us?

What's that you said?

You don't think he'd squeal?

Say, listen, he wouldn't squeal on nobody.

He's changed, that's alright, but I'll croak the first guy

that says he's a double-crosser.

So Kent's got his ear to the ground

and he'll soon have plenty to tell us.

He thinks the gang have guns

but he doesn't know where they're hidden.

I promised him we'd cut his time in half

if he brought us this information.

Stool pigeons.

I wish we could run this place without them.

Yeah, well, we can't.

- Who's in on it? - All of Butch's gang.

How about giving them solitary?

That would only keep them quiet for a few weeks.

It isn't any one group.

It's 3000 idle men with nothing to do but brood and plot.

You can't put them all in solitary.

We can crush them.

That's what's happening to them right now.

We've tried to crush them with this result.

You search every corner of this prison, but you find those guns.

Don't worry, sir.

If those guns are here, I'll have them on your desk

before Thanksgiving Day.

And now to record our thankfulness

on this glad Thanksgiving Day

let us rise and sing hymn number 84.

Ring the bells of heaven

There is joy today

A lost lamb is returning

From his sinful way

Glory glory

How the angels sing

Glory glory

Loud hosannas ring

With songs of Thanksgiving

Let our voices ring

Today's the day

Hear the angels sing

Open the gates

Open the gates

Open the gates

And let the king

Of glory in

Open the gates

Open the gates

Open the gates

And let the king

Of glory

In

And now let us kneel in prayer.

Our father, who art in heaven

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us

and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom

and the power, and the glory

forever and ever. Amen.

The Lord bless you and keep you

both now and forevermore.

Amen.

Noon.

Noon, Swede.

Noon.

Come on, scram.

- Butch, what's the dope? - Noon.

- Watch me. - Yeah.

Don't go through with it, Butch. It's a trap. They'll get you.

We'll get through if someone don't double-cross us.

They'll mow you down.

Wallace.

- Morgan? - Yes, sir.

I wanna see you in my office.

Yes, sir.

Who's in on this break?

I don't know anything about a break.

Morgan, you're a liar.

They've got guns hidden somewhere.

You know where they are.

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

What kind of a rat do you think I am?

Not even if we opened the gates for ya?

Is that all you've got to say to me?

I'll have plenty to say to you later.

Hold him here.

I can't get anything out of Morgan, sir.

Don't worry. I've got the dope from Kent.

- The break is set for noon. - Noon?

Just one minute. What are they going to do?

Kent couldn't tell me. I've doubled the gun guards.

Don't you worry. We've got 'em.

Where is he?

Why doesn't he come?

There he is.

Frost is clearly killing the flowers, John

so I picked a whole lot today.

Make a big bunch, don't they?

Fine. Thank you.

Grab all those guns.

Get those screws and take them to the cellar.

- Okay, Butch. Alright. - Hurry out.

- Joe! Joe! - What do you want, Butch?

- We've been double-crossed! - Yes! Morgan done it.

Morgan!

I'll get that guy if it's the last thing I do.

Joe, get those screws, put them in the hole.

We'll need them later.

Come on, you guys. Come on.

Any of you guys not with us, come on, clear out of here!

Come on, get out of here.

They're making it hot for us.

We'll fix them. Go and get Sandy!

Come here, Sandy. Come out of there.

Come on. Get over there.

Over there. Come on.

You go to the warden, tell him to open those gates

and let us go through.

If he don't

we're going to bump off every screw in here

and throw them out in the yard.

- Yes, beginning with Wallace. - Yes, beginning with Wallace.

Here, take that gun.

Hang that out that gate.

- Alright. - Here you go.

Open it just a little bit.

Not much!

Alright. Come on. Put it through there.

Alright. Come on. Come out.

Get to moving, you.

Triumph for us, get out there.

Butch said if you didn't open the gate and let the gang out

that they're going to kill all the guards

beginning with Wallace.

I'll see 'em in hell first.

Let 'em have it.

Come on out of there, Wallace. Come on, shake it up!

Wallace, you said your prayers?

I don't know any prayers.

Go ahead, shoot.

Wallace.

Miller, Miller, give 'em the gas bomb.

Open those gates and let us go through

or we'll send the rest of these screws straight to hell!

You dirty double-crosser! They'll get you for this!

Shut up!

Butch! Joe!

Joe, Joe, get me another screw out of there!

What's the matter, kid?

Morgan locked the door. He's got the key!

Butch! Butch, come here.

Morgan's got the key. He's locked the door.

They'll kill me. They'll kill me!

I didn't mean to squeal! I didn't mean to..

They made me do it! They made me!

Don't tell Butch. He'll kill me!

So you double-crossed the gang, huh? You turned them in?

Don't let, don't let 'em get me, Morgan!

Don't let 'em get me!

I guess you're not to blame at that.

You stay where you are. I'll attend to this gang.

Don't tell, don't tell Butch. I didn't mean to do it!

The army tanks are here, sir.

Alright. Send them in.

What's that?

We'll get the rope for this, but I'm going to get

that rat Morgan if it's the last thing I do.

Where's Morgan?

Morgan, you in there?

Come out of there, you rat!

Come out of there, you rats! Get out of there! Come on!

- Is Morgan there? - No.

Alright.

Is Morgan in there?

I know what you're coming for, Butch

but I'm not going to be killed for something I didn't do.

If you come one step nearer..

He shot me in the arm, Butch!

I warned you, Joe!

I didn't double-cross the gang.

You stick your head out of that door

and I'll throw a slug between your horns.

- Stand back, Pop! - Shut up! I'll tell him.

Butch, this is Pop Riker.

You're all wrong, Butch. Morgan didn't turn you in.

Even the screws are protecting him. Come on.

- Let's go in and get him. - 'Wait, Butch. My eyes!'

I must be losing my sight. I'm goin' blind!

Ah, you're alright. It's only the gas.

Morgan, we're coming after you, you snake.

I warn you, Butch. Stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

Joe! Joe! Stand back.

Bring me some more shells, Joe.

Sorry, Butch. Did I get you?

- I'm on my feet, see? - Don't lie to me.

- Who, me? - Yes, you.

Listen, Butch. It was Kent who sold out the gang, not Morgan.

Kent?

You know I wouldn't double-cross you, Butch.

Sure, I know you wouldn't.

I was only kiddin', that's all.

Just kiddin', just..

I knew that all the time.

I want to thank you, warden, for all you've done.

All ready for a new start, Morgan?

Yes, sir, I am.

Have you made any plans for your future?

Yes, sir, I thought I'd go to the islands

of some new country and take up government lands.

Good idea. New friends, new surroundings, hard work.

That's a man's salvation.

Are you going alone?

- Well, I don't know, sir. - Goodbye.

I wish you luck. You deserve it.

Thank you, warden.

- Well, so long, Pop. - So long, Morgan.

See that you don't get homesick again.