Ladies They Talk About (1933) Movie Script

Police, police!
Hurry, please! There's a man running wild here
with a butcher knife stabbing people.
Wert Side. La Paloma Street.
Hurry, please!
Police Department calling car 47.
Car four seven.
Go to the corner of 8th and Adams.
Auto accident.
That is all.
Police Department, calling all cars.
Calling all cars.
Go to the West Side, vicinity of La Paloma Street.
Madman running amuck with a butcher knife.
Calling all cars. Go to the West Side.
Man running amuck with butcher knife.
Get going, Mike.
You gotta wait about a half hour, lady.
Oh, I can't wait. I have to catch a train
at 10 o'clock.
Are you gonna put money in or take it out?
I'm going to put some in to cover checks
I wrote for train tickets.
Oh, I don't know...
Oh, please.
All right. Come on.
Thank you. Now you hold Fifi for me.
And you must show me how to make out
one of those deposit slips.
Swell! She made it.
My maid usually does all my banking for me.
Get one of those slips, lady.
Yes. No, no, lady, that's for the date.
You fill in the amount there.
Don't move! Stick 'em up!
Come on, sister, get out of there. Don't move!
Don't move!
Keep your hands up!
Come on, stick 'em up, officer.
You too, sister.
Okay, Dutch. Get going!
Never mind the chicken feed.
Give me that gatt!
Now the first one that sets off an alarm
I'll blow your insides all over the wall.
Come on, Dutch, we're blowin'.
Everybody stand still.
Don't move, see? If you want to live to talk.
Call the cops!
Don't stand there. Call the police!
Hello! Give me the Police Station!
Yes, hurry it up!
Oh, my goodness, I feel so dizzy.
What happened?
Police! Police!
Somebody get the police!
Ohm it's almost 10 o'clock.
I have to hurry or I'll miss my train!
I'm sorry, madam, but you can't go
till the police come.
But surely you have enough witnesses.
You'll ruin my trip.
It can't be helped! Them's the rules.
Say, let me talk!
Where were you when they pushed in?
Well, I was helping a lady with a deposit slip.
I was holding her dog.
I had only let her in a few minutes before.
Let's have a look at this lady. Where is she?
There she is, there.
Why, that's Mrs. Andrews. One of our depositors.
Oh, I see...
What do you know about this holdup,
Mrs. Andrews?
Nothing, except I'm taking my money out of here.
Apparently it isn't safe.
What did you say your name was?
The manager told you, didn't he?
Do you usually do your banking before banking hours?
My maid usually does my banking.
I see. Why didn't she do it this morning?
Because I let her go. I was going away on a brief trip.
I came here to deposit money to cover checks
I had written for my train tickets.
And where are the tickets?
Here. And here's the money.
If you're through asking stupid questions, I'll go.
Not yet.
You're going to take another train, lady.
Didn't I know you before you became Mrs. Andrews?
I don't think so.
And before you turned platinum?
Not so hot as a blonde, Nan, not so hot.
Come on, I want to have a little talk with you.
For a dumb dick you have a memory like an elephant.
I have been much criticized of late
by certain politicians and their newspaper backers
as being a meddler
in the affairs of this city.
I have never meddled in the private affairs
of any man or woman.
But I have meddled and intend to continue meddling
in politics.
Especially when crooked politicians are stealing the
taxpayers' money by being lenient with criminals.
Or are escaping punishment through incompetent prosecutors
and corrupt judges.
That there is need of my meddling is shown
by the wave of crime that is raging unchecked in this city.
This very morning, three armed bandits
entirely scorned by the police
walked calmly into a bank and helped themselves
to money that you, and you, and you...
have toiled and sweated to save.
What has the district attorney done about this holdup?
Or the seven other bank robberies we've had
in the last four weeks?
He's been too busy telling the newspapers
what a great man he is.
I had a hunch Slade was gonna toss a few harpoons
into me tonight.
What do you care what he says about you?
There are a lot of people in this town
who listen to that bird.
They have radios and they have votes.
In eight consecutive bank robberies
we've had only one arrest.
A girl.
The district attorney is a fine fellow personally.
But as a prosecuting official he needs me and my meddling
much more than I need his personal friendship.
So I am going to continue to meddle, and meddle,
and meddle,
until something definite is done.
If David Slade was District Attorney, he'd do something.
I wish he was my son.
I wish he was my boyfriend.
Come in, Miss Taylor.
Shall I sit down or do they confess easier
standing up?
Miss Taylor, this is David Slade,
our perennial and persistent reformer.
He's a bit of a nuisance in this town but he's regular.
He wants to have a little talk with you.
I saw your picture in the paper this morning.
It interested me.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
Up in Benicia, wasn't it?
I must have a swell pan.
Everybody's remembering me these days.
But your name wasn't Taylor then.
It isn't now. I'm Mrs. Andrews.
It was Ellis. Nan Ellis.
I remember you distinctly now.
Your father was a deacon in the church up there.
And you were little Davy Slade.
And your father was the town drunkard.
Well, Brother Slade, things change, don't they?
The deacon's daughter in jail...
and the bad boy of Benicia hymn-shouting reforms.
She got your number, Dave.
No, Nan, I'm no hymn shouter.
Just a right guy trying to persuade others to go right.
But what's happened to you? I felt pretty bad
when I heard you'd been sent to Reform School.
You were such a sweet kid.
Yeah? Well, too much deaconing took all the sweetness out of me.
It often does. How did you ever get in this jam?
Ask him.
So, you've got a reform school jilt in your pedigree, eh?
Didn't they teach you your lesson up there?
They did, but it didn't take.
I'm not any too happy, Nan, seeing you here like this.
I'm not exactly crazy about it myself.
But they've gotta pin it on somebody.
And I haven't very many friends.
I'll take care of that, if you're actually innocent.
Why, I've been straight ever since I got out
of Reform School.
Won't you believe me, David?
I'd like to. If only for old times.
They won't let me go straight.
That's why I wore that platinum wig and changed my name
so they wouldn't know me.
Oh, I can't go straight if they won't give me a chance.
I don't know whether Nan Taylor is guilty or innocent.
And neither do the police.
But I do know that she has her rights.
And the authorities are wrong to keep her in jail
without positive evidence one way or another.
Pretty tough being D.A., isn't it?
Yes, but not so tough that I want to lose the job
in next month's election.
Slade isn't doing you any good.
And that radio station of his is plenty powerful.
Yes, I know. However I think he and I
will be able to get together.
I want to be re-elected
and he wants a favor.
Nan Taylor!
District Attorney wants to speak to you.
Well, now, isn't that just too sweet?
District Attorney? The Mayor will be dropping in
to see her next.
The Governor's flying down to take her out to tea.
President Hoover called her up last night.
Yes, but she had a date with Mr. Roosevelt.
Doesn't that dame make you sick?
What she needs is a good sock in the jaw.
Why the bag, Taylor?
I've got a strange hunch I'm on my way.
So long, Spanish.
Goodbye, Twisty, see you in Paris.
This is Miss Taylor.
Please go right in, Ms. Taylor, the District Attorney's waiting.
Oh, that's all right, Mr. Simpson,
don't bother getting up.
Oh, pardon me, Ms. Taylor. Won't you be seated?
Thank you.
I'm just okaying the architect's plan for enlarging
the woman's ward in the County Jail.
Charming idea.
Yes, isn't it?
You're wasting that panorama on me, Nan.
Save it for David Slade.
Nan, you and I talk the same language.
Now, I'm absolutely convinced that you were the front
for that bank holdup.
We can't prove it yet. But if I find you guilty,
which I believe you are, I'll see that you get yours.
Meanwhile, Dave Slade's interested in you.
He's a powerful man in this town
and he wants me to set you loose.
I'm going to take a chance and parole you to him.
They're drawing the release papers out there now.
Oh, Mr. Simpson, you don't know what this means to me,
this chance to prove I'm straight.
Stop kidding and be yourself.
I've known Dave Slade around this town
for the last ten years.
And you're the first skirt I ever saw him go for.
What do you mean, go for?
Just what I said.
I've seen him deal with a thousand women...
and this is the first time he's ever gone overboard
for one of them.
He's fallen for you and he's fallen hard.
He shot straight with you, Nan, and if you've got it in you,
you'll shoot straight with him.
He still thinks of you as the sweet, innocent little girl
he knew in Benicia a long time ago.
Live up to it, Nan.
Mr. Slade is here.
Show him in.
Come right in, Dave.
Hello, Walter.
Hello, Nan
I'll see if those papers are ready.
I suppose the District Attorney has told you.
Yes, and it's wonderful.
Oh, I don't mean just getting out of jail.
But it's the fact that you have faith in me.
That you've gone to all this trouble
because you believe in me.
Of course I have faith in you, Nan.
I... I don't suppose I should have done that.
I guess it was just something neither one of us
could help.
I'm gonna take yuo home until I can find
something suitable for you to do.
Maybe you could help me in my work.
Your own home?
You remember my older sister Stella from up in Benicia.
She keeps house for me.
Benicia. Gee, that sounds a long way off.
We've both walked down funny roads since then,
haven't we?
None of us has come through life altogether clean.
I find it wise to let bygones be bygones.
Let the past take care of the past.
That's sweet of you.
What you you've just said gives me courage
to tell you something
you should know before we go any further.
Up to now I haven't been on the level with you.
When I saw you were trying to get me off
and that you were a powerful man
I played up to you.
Some of the things I said
during your visits to jail I meant.
But most of them weren't on the level.
I was in on that bank stick-up.
I was everything the District Attorney said.
What's the matter?
But Dave, what difference does it make?
You yourself said just a moment ago
to let bygones be bygones...
and that we're starting a new future together.
This is different.
I don't know what to say.
Here they are, all ready to sign.
And you can be on your way.
Here you are, Dave.
What's the matter, what's happened?
I'm sorry, Walter.
What do you mean?
Oh, I just told him something.
Something he didn't know.
Before he can rat on me, I'll beat him to it.
I was in on that bank stick-up.
Who were your companions, Nan?
I didn't get their names.
Send in the matron.
You're going on a little trip.
I'm all packed.
No me quito.
Is that so?
Now listen, sister. I've got a season's ticket
for this chair and it's got three years to go.
So supposing you get out?
No me quito!
Come on, now.
No me quito!
I don't want to hurt you now...
No voy a quitar la silla!
Vale! Me voy e despus le doy toda la ropa
porque me hicieron quitar mi silla.
Whatever you do, you'll clean it up yourself.
Had a bath?
Give her a dress.
Here's a neat little model. Ought to fit you.
Can't I have a new one?
Ask Ms. Johnson, there. She's head matron.
How about it?
Maybe, after you've been here a few years.
Come on, now. Get into the dance.
Get in there and get that on.
Gee, I thought the County Jail was tough.
This is a penitentiary, not a pink tea.
You're telling me?
New fish! New fish!
Well? Make yourself at home.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
as is usual at this hour,
we have the pleasure of presenting David Slade
who will discuss tonight the recent failure
of the City Power Trust.
Hey, you can't do that sort of thing around here.
Just a minute, girls.
We have a rule that you have to ask permission
to touch the radio.
There'd be a riot if we let every girl change the thing
every time she didn't like the tenor or something.
Well, there's gonna be a riot if anybody turns on
that pious stool pigeon again.
Your personal likes and dislikes
don't matter much up here.
Say, Newman, you gonna let this new fish
get away with that?
You know I've got permission to listen to Brother Slade
any time I want to.
If there's gonna be trouble about the radio,
there isn't gonna be any radio.
Listen, don't think you can walk in here
and take over this joint.
There's a lot of big sharks in here that just live
on fresh fish like you.
Yeah? And when they add you up,
what do you spell?
That goes for all of you.
Just another dame trying to show how brave she is.
Yeah, tonight she'll be crying her heart out.
If I hear his voice on the radio again...
...I'll kick all the tubes out.
I know, you're afraid to listen to him.
You're afraid he'll make you decent!
Listen, sister...
I heard him in the witness box at my trial
when the judge said "I hereby sentence the defendant
Nan Taylor to a term of two to five years."
Oh, so you're Nan Taylor.
The beautiful bank bandit.
You're the one that nearly hooked him into that parole...
and tried to make him fall for you.
Say, there isn't any punishment bad enough for you.
Yeah, well, being pinned up here
with a daffodil like you comes awful close.
Got a lot of nerve, haven't you?
So what?
I think it's swell.
It'll take plenty to get by with in here.
I've gone around with almost everything
but it was baby's milk compared to coming through that gate
with all these dames staring at you.
All right, honey.
Well I've been here two years
and I wouldn't have the nerve to do what you did.
Maybe you won't either, after a while.
I'll take care of myself.
All I want is a fifty-fifty break.
You won't get that. But there's a lot of things
that won't hurt you to learn.
You can take them from me or learn them
as you go along.
I'll take them from you.
Swell. Linda's the name.
Come on, I'll show you around the joint.
This is the greenhouse.
Hello, Burbank, how's crops?
Hello, Linda.
And here we find the dining rooms.
It's connected with the morgue.
Is the food that bad?
Well, it's cooked by three dames up here for poisoning.
What do they use on you?
Beans mostly.
This is Tuesday, we get jute balls for dinner.
Jute balls?
When they grow up they turn into a burlap sack.
Hello, Linda!
Hello, kids.
This is the sun yard. You'll have a nickname
for every blade of grass before you get out.
When can I see my cell?
Room, my dear. Don't be vulgar.
Mine looks like a chorus girl's delight.
Can you fix them up any way you want?
Sure. Anything but build yourself an exit to the street.
Swell, isn't it?
Yeah, except that I don't like to be teased.
How come?
Well, out here within a few feet are the two things
that you want most.
But you're always a few feet away.
and men.
This is the lady's bird club.
Lady's bird club.
Membership limited strictly to stool pigeons.
Most of them talk their way in here
and are trying to squeal their way out.
I know how to treat them.
You better be careful of Sister Suzy.
The one you had the argument with.
She's a dope on anything fanatic.
Sounds like she had a crush on Brother Slade.
Yeah, and that kind of crush is ten times
as deadly in here as outside.
Shut up so long those dames go daffy.
She'll make it tough for you.
I'll watch her.
Hi, Noonan.
She's second matron. Okay if you are,
but don't cross her. Her name's Noonan.
I get it.
Who's the society dowager with the glass eye
and the lap dog?
That's the Mrs. Arlington. Of the Westchester Arlingtons.
Is that why she's here?
Dear Mrs. Arlington was a little jealous
of a certain Mrs. Banks.
So she gave a dinner in Mrs. Banks honor
and ground up some of her finest glassware
in Mrs. Banks' caviar. Oh, dear.
Never mind, Duchess. Just a new fish.
Hiya, Blondie.
Blondie, Nan Taylor.
Pleased to meet you, honey.
How do you do?
This little cream puff met a guy at a dinner one night
and wanted to know what his name was.
So she shot him and read it in the morning paper.
Hey, cut it!
Come on, I'll introduce you to Aunt Maggie.
She's a grand old soul.
Aunt Maggie, this is the new fish, Nan Taylor.
How do you do?
Hello, Nan, how are you?
I watch over the girls up here.
Sort of makes me feel at home.
Aunt Maggie's up here for running what she called
a beauty parlor.
Yes, and I did pretty good at it, too.
Until a detective sergeant came to my place...
Came to my place to get a manicure
from one of my girls.
Smoke, Nan?
Can you?
Sure, in the washroom.
I was just telling her about that detective
that came into my place for a manicure.
Got a match?
Hello, Carrie.
Meet Nan Taylor, new fish.
Pleased to meet you.
No, thanks. I'm doing my lesson.
I've got to hurry.
Can you beat that?
Always in a hurry and up here for life.
The plumbers must been having their annual picnic in here.
Look at that.
Watch out for her. She likes to wrestle.
I'm sorry, Mr. Slade, but Miss Taylor still refuses
to see you.
If she'd only believe that I really do want to help her.
Both Miss Noonan and I told her you were here.
We talked with her but...
I know. She won't even answer my letters.
Well, I suppose all I can do is keep on trying.
I'm sorry.
Thank you very much for your kindness.
Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.
Good afternoon, Mr. Slade.
If I could be with you one hour tonight
If I were free to do the things I might
I want you to know that I wouldn't go
until I told you, honey...
I love you so.
If I could be with you
I'd love you strong
If I could be with you
I'd love you long
I'm telling you true
I'd be anything but blue
If I could be with you.
If I could be with you
one hour tonight
If I were free to do the things I might
I want you to know that I wouldn't go
until I told you honey I love you so.
If I could be with you, I'd love you strong.
If I could be with you, I'd love you long
I'm telling you true
I'd be anything but blue
If I could be
with you.
Oh, gee, that was swell.
Come on, sing another one.
Just one more, please, come on.
Gee, Aunt Maggie, you have such a terrible permanent
I can't do a thing with it.
Well, there's a canary bird in there somewhere,
if you could only find it.
Oh, it's Mommy's precious little girl, and doesn't want
her mommy to brush her, make her beautiful
and take her out for a walk, well exactly,
that's what we're going to do with our little baby...
You're just always exercising...
What's your hurry? You ain't going any place.
Who said she isn't?
Oh, pardon me.
Hello, Genevieve.
See that dame?
She used to be one of my girls.
She quit. The stairs were too much for her.
Oh, Aunt Maggie!
Mail, girls. Come and get it.
Susie, here you are.
Well, I'm gonna have a smoke.
Wanna go have one?
Not now, honey. The husband's just coming up the stairs
and it's a hundred-foot-drop out the window.
Nothing new in that. It's happened plenty of times.
You're telling me.
That's why I'm here.
Jessie Jones.
Nan Taylor.
Here's your mail.
Oh, keep it. You know I never read
that monkey's letters.
I know. But there's a different one for you this week.
Probably an old gas bill.
Anais Gorm.
Thank you.
So you finally read one of Brother Slade's letters
after all.
Wrong again, sister.
I passed up my weekly laugh once more.
You cut his picture out of the paper just the same.
And you stuck it on the wall.
Sure, I was beginning to forget his pan
and I wanted to remember it so I can keep on laughing.
You laugh at him, pretend to hate him.
But you don't.
You love him!
Stop, you're killing me.
And all the time he's been coming up here
trying to help you.
What do you mean?
He always tries to help everybody.
Well, I might see him after all.
I can't understand why he keeps coming up
to see you.
How he can stoop so low.
It's a mystery to me, too.
But if he can help me out of here or shorten my sentence
I sure have been a sucker not to see him.
Well, you aren't gonna see him.
Now or ever.
Don't make me laugh.
Don't let her get you down, Susie.
I'll fix her! Plenty!
Mustard! Come here at once.
I'm speaking to you for the last time.
Well, I hope so!
Where is my laundry?
I told you several days ago
to bring it to my room.
I ain't gonna bring it until you pays me
what you promised.
I told you, Mustard, those things didn't come
with my last order.
You means you never ordered them.
I promise to wash your drawers if you give me
some bleach, and cream, and hair-straightener.
Until I get some, you don't get no drawers.
Even if you's freezin' your f...
How dare you talk to me that way.
You forget who I am!
Oh, no, I knows who you am and what you am.
You's just a old...
Listen! You're discharged.
I'm going to have you punished.
Miss Johnson!
Call her, call her.
Go ahead, call her!
Call her! I ain't afraid of nobody in this jail.
I's doin' life and that's all I's got!
How dare you talk to me that way!
How's I to talk...
Go back to the laundry.
Did you hear me?
Noonan. The parrot.
Yes, mam, I's going!
All right, girls, shhh.
Go back to your places.
It's all over.
I don't suppose there's any place where one doesn't have
trouble with the servants.
It's swell to see you, Lefty.
I'd come up sooner, kid, only I couldn't take the chance.
Sure was a tough break about the boys, wasn't it?
I don't get you.
Don and Dutch. Didn't you get the news?
No, what happened?
They was picked up on suspicion and a couple of chumps
identified 'em on an old rap.
They're right on the other side of that wall now,
doing a twenty to life.
Oh, gee, the poor kids, that's terrible.
And that's one reason I'm up here now.
The boys figure they can crash out if you help.
How can I help? I'm in here myself, ain't I?
Don wants you to make a map of the women's section
showing your cell.
They got a plan to tunnel through
and come up in your coop.
You can cover for them while they're digging.
A victrola and a couple of jazz records
will do the trick.
What's the idea of crashing in the women's section?
They're not out when they're in there, you know.
There's a lot less artillery around
and not so many guards.
If you can get me the map and a design
of the matron's key to the main corridor
have them ready for me when I come up next month.
The rest of it will be a joke.
The boys have got everything else figured out perfect.
Gee, you can count on me, Lefty.
I'd do anything for Don, and Dutch, too.
Then the job's as good as done.
I'll send word to the boys to start digging
soon as I get the map.
I may be out of here myself before long.
What do you mean out?
Your parole ain't due for eight or nine months yet.
Yeah, but I might be able to use that Slade sap
in some way.
You didn't have much luck with him last time.
I'll handle him different next time.
You better.
Well, I gotta breeze.
So long, Lefty.
So long, kid. Take care of yourself.
Hay, Nan, get going. I wants that spot for my boyfriend.
Okay, Mustard.
Mustard, my own sweet little Mustard.
Don't give me none of that, Orwell.
What I wants to know is has you been true to me
or has you not.
'Course I have, honey, you know that.
Here's the map.
I'll have a drawing of the key soon
but it takes a lot of figuring.
I'll slip this to Don on my next visit.
Hello, Nan. Are you busy?
No. Come on in.
Just thought I'd chin a few minutes
before locking up for the night.
It's swell, the way you visit us girls, hm?
Well, you get to know the girls. It makes things easier.
You're Irish, aren't you, Nan?
And the other half?
That's great.
That's a compliment, coming from you.
That's a compliment coming from anybody.
You know, I've been up here a long time
and you've come through it better than any of them.
I knew it was going to be a tough fight
and I've never let anything lick me yet.
And I never will.
The Irish are great fighters, Nan.
And lovers.
I doubt as far as I'm concerned.
You did love him. You still do.
After what he pulled?
He was only living up to his code.
As you'd live up to yours.
Why not give him a break?
He's coming up next visiting day.
I'm glad.
Well, I'll be locking up now.
Say, Noonan, don't those keys ever get you down?
I've wrestled with them too long.
There's twelve of them.
I've named them after the Apostles.
This Saint Peter. The key to the big gate.
This is Saint John. The master key to all the cells.
Gee, that's a big one, isn't it?
This is Saint Luke, the key to the maintenance office.
And this is Saint Vitus...
You know that one.
Hello, Aunt Maggie. Making yourself beautiful?
Is this her coat?
Whose coat is this?
Mine, why?
Your coat, eh?
Is this your love note, too?
Well, I found it in your pocket.
Somebody else must have put it there, eh?
I expected you'd say that.
Well, you're not disappointed...
...and I got a hunch I know who did it.
I'm no stool pigeon.
All right. Thirty days in the laundry for you
with no privileges.
No picture shows, no books, no letters, no visitors.
But, Miss Johnson...
No buts about it. You know the rules.
Say, that's a dirty rick!
Shut up!
She didn't pull that.
All right, if you feel so badly about it the same
goes for you, too.
Gee, that's tough, Nan.
Means you can't see that Slade guy next Wednesday.
You're telling me.
Hello, Sister Susie.
Hello, Nan.
Well, they took away all my privileges.
But there's one privilege they can't take away
from me, you dirty little sneak.
Why you...
Scram! The matron!
What's the matter here? What's happened?
The poor little dear stumbled and fell.
Quiet, girls, quiet!
I'm sorry, but rules are rules.
We'd like to help you, Mr. Slade.
But we mustn't force our regulations.
But Nan wrote that she wanted to see me.
Her conduct has forced me to take away her privileges
for the next thirty days.
But couldn't you arrange some sort of special interview?
Why, our discipline would become the laughing stock
of the ward.
I counted so much on seeing her...
I understand.
And I'm very sorry, too.
Please tell Nan that if she'll see me,
I'll come up again next month.
Very well, I'll be glad to.
Thank you.
More work for you, Nan.
Bye, Miss Susie.
Bye, Nelly.
Bye, Susie, good luck.
Well, so long, Nan.
I'm awfully sorry you gotta stay up here.
Yeah? I bet you'll be carrying Brother Slade's
collection box around soon.
You bet your sweet life I will.
Well, keep one hand tied behind you
or you'll be back up here again.
And we couldn't stand that.
I'm gonna tell him all about you.
I'm gonna tell him what kind of person you really are.
Great. And here's something else you can tell him.
Why you...
So long.
Nan, your thirty-day punishment isn't up until Saturday.
But Mr. Slade is here again.
And Miss Johnson has agreed to let you see him.
That is, if you still want to.
I sure do.
Seeing that this is a special favor,
you'll have to report to the matron's office.
Do I have to go like this?
I'll give you a pass and you go up to your cell
and change.
Gee, thanks.
Come on.
Hello, Nan.
Hello, Dave.
Well... I guess I'm supposed to break down and weep.
I could hardly picture that.
Neither could I.
But I realize now that you only did
what you thought was right.
I tried to hate you but I couldn't.
Because I knew all along that I was wrong.
And... well, I guess there's another reason.
It's the same one that kept you writing to me.
And keep on coming up here to see me.
Here you are, Miss Graham.
Nice day, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
Oh, say, this Lefty fellow ain't here no more.
Know his forwarding address?
Well, just now it's the County Jail.
They took him away last night.
Oh, I see.
Never can tell anymore, can you?
No, you can't. Seemed such a nice fellow, too.
Hello. County Jail. Chief Jailer's Office. Cassidy speaking.
What? No, the chief is busy. Any message?
Clark? All right, I'll tell him.
Get the warden. Penitentiary on the phone. At once.
Did you ring, Chief?
Send this to the warden at the penitentiary.
By special messenger. Make it snappy.
Okay, Chief.
Well, Frank...
Here's the report on the key, Warden.
Looks pretty bad.
Key to main cell block...
woman's section, letter traced to prisoner 6142,
cell 76, second tier right.
Sound the alarm, Joe!
Get down to the prison as fast as you can.
I'll be there in a minute.
Let's go, Dutch.
Good luck, kid.
Hey, can that music!
You're driving me batty!
They're crushing through the second tier.
That would be the last cell on the right.
The last cell on the right? That's Nan Taylor's cell.
Come on, stick 'em up, you guys!
Come on!
When did the warden hear about this?
He just got word about five minutes ago.
What is it, Miss Johnson?
Noonan, get all girls downstairs as fast as you can.
Open up the cells. Get the girls to the big room.
What's the beef now?
You keep still and obey orders.
Come on, get out of here.
Quit your stalling and do what you're told!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on, boys!
Well, Taylor. You certainly made a mess
out of things, didn't you?
I suppose you know what this
is going to mean to you, don't you?
It means the parole board will turn you down.
You'll do your full term without privileges.
No visitors, no letters, no anything except hard work.
Now, Nan, you might as well get this
into your mind right now.
Another stunt like this and there will be
adding to your sentence.
How did you get that?
It doesn't matter, I got it. That's enough.
You're responsible for the death of two men,
your pals.
I'd hate to have that on my conscience.
Don't worry about my conscience, sweetheart.
I'm not responsible for their deaths,
but I know who is.
And I'll get even with that dirty, yellow stool pigeon
if it takes the rest of my life!
Hello, Nan.
Well, if it isn't old Dead Eye Dick himself.
Gee, you look like a million-dollar bonus.
Put on a little weight, haven't you, Tracy?
Yeah, I generally fatten up this time of the year.
When did you get out?
No hard feeling?
No, say, you have your racket, I have mine.
Once in a while they don't mix so well, huh?
Say, you don't mean to tell me you gone
and got religion at this late date.
That would be a break for you coppers.
Well, so long, Nan.
I'll tell the boys at Headquarters that you're
in circulation again. They'll be glad to know it.
You would.
So long.
Come, my friends.
Join with these others who have come forward
feeling the need of spiritual guidance...
and our good friend their leader, David Slade,
will be only too happy to advise and help you....
as he has helped thousands of others.
Happy to have you with us.
Mr. Farnum.
Yes, sir?
Take this lady to my study.
Yes, sir.
I'll be with you in just a minute.
This way, please.
Right this way, please.
Just make yourself at home, miss.
I knew you were getting out yesterday
and I phoned that I'd meet you if you wanted me to.
But you had gone.
You see I didn't waste any time getting here.
And I appreciate it.
I don't have to tell you
what you mean to me, Nan.
From the first moment we met I hoped that some day
we might find happiness together.
It's been mighty difficult for me to see things
from your viewpoint.
But I think at last I understand.
I've been wrong all my life.
And we can start over again, can't we?
I wanna show you something first, David.
Did you ever see them?
I recognize you, but I don't know these men.
No, I guess not.
You never saw them. They're dead now.
I don't know what you mean.
Why didn't you mail that letter?
Why didn't you mail that letter?
What letter?
The letter you found in your pocket
the last time you came to see me.
I did mail it.
You double-crossing liar! You turned it in to the cops.
I swear I didn't.
You're a liar, you have been from the start.
You came to me with your pious promises of help,
you were going to make me forget the past.
Yeah, with a two to five year rap.
But you were gonna see that I got out
because you loved me so much.
And I was sap enough to fall for it.
Yeah, you loved me enough to have another year
tagged to my time.
I don't understand what...
And there's two kids they got.
Their brains are in alcohol in little jars for curious visitors
to gape at, property of the State!
And you murdered them.
You've got to listen to me.
I've listened to you plenty!
I'm forgetting about you, but you're gonna hear about me
every day of your lying, hypocritical life.
You're gonna read about me in the papers
for every crime in the world
from every city in the world!
And let this cheer you up!
It'll be you who's done it.
You can't do this, Nan!
Try and stop me!
You can't do it, you understand?
You can't do it!
Because I love you!
If you put your hands on me again I'll...
I'll kill you!
Please, Nan!
That sounded like a shot.
I didn't mean to do that.
That's all right, Nan.
It's nothing.
You let me handle this.
Come in.
What's the matter?
We thought we heard a shot.
It sounded like it was in here.
A shot?
Oh, yes, I did hear something.
I suppose it was an automobile backfiring out there.
I'm sorry we disturbed you.
We didn't know anyone was with you.
There she is! She tried to kill him!
I saw her.
She drew a gun and tried to kill you.
Susie, you're imagining things.
Oh, no, I'm not.
You're trying to protect her
because you're in love with her.
Wait a minute. Quiet, sister.
What's this all about, Dave?
I don't know.
Yes you do. You're trying to save her.
You're making pretty serious charges, young lady.
You'll have to prove them, or there's gonna be trouble.
I tell you, I'm not lying. I'm not blind!
I saw her with a gun.
How did you see me, Susie?
Right through that keyhole.
I saw every move you made.
You must have pretty good eyes, young lady,
to see through that sign.
Why you...
Perhaps Susie needs you...
I tell you I'm not lying!
Well, now that the gallery's gone,
what's this all about, Dave?
There's nothing to tell, Tracy.
When I ran into Nan a while ago
I thought something funny might happen
so I hung around.
Looks like it did.
I tell you you're wrong.
Nan hasn't done anything. She came up here to see me
on a personal matter.
Yeah? Sure you're not covering up for her?
I never cover up for anybody.
You know that.
Looks kind of funny to me.
Can you keep a secret?
Why, sure.
Well, Tracy...
Nan and I are going to be married.
What? Oh, you're kidding.
What, you marrying Nan Taylor?
Isn't that right, Nan?
He said so, didn't he?
Okay. And if you say that's why she came here tonight,
it's okay with me.
Dave Slade and Nan Taylor. Well, I'll be doggone.
Well, so long, Nan.
Bye, Dave.
Seeya in church.
And, oh, Dave...
I don't want to butt in, but if I was you
I'd have a doctor look at that arm.
Bullet wounds can be troublesome.
He's right about that, David.
You have to see the doctor right away.
You didn't mean what you said
about us getting married, did you?
Well, it was your idea, wasn't it?
Well, can you beat that?
She actually has gone and married that Dave Slade.
That's a good picture of her.
You know, Nan was a swell kid.
I hated to see her go.
You bet.
She'd knock them cold in my beauty parlor.