Outrage (1950) Movie Script
1
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(whistle blowing)
Two pieces of chocolate
cake please, to go.
Hey beautiful, what's this
"two pieces of chocolate
cake" routine every day?
I've been here almost
a week and every time
it's the same thing.
Either you're nuts about cake
or you've got a boyfriend.
If I was your boyfriend, you wouldn't have
to buy me no cake.
You'd better make up your mind.
I might be moving on next week.
How about it, beautiful?
Oh, honey!
Over here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
I couldn't find you.
Oh, that's alright.
- Somebody else got our bench.
- Oh.
- Been waiting long?
- No, just seemed that way.
- Here, open it up, I'm starving.
- Oh, me too.
Mice?
- I couldn't wait.
- A couple of little ones in there for you.
Thanks.
Lunch is on me tomorrow,
and I'll be here first.
Today I brought dessert.
Never mind that.
- Something happened this morning.
- Mmm?
Something important.
Well hurry, tell me.
I, umm...
I got the raise.
- $10.
- Ten whole dollars, honey.
- Count 'em, 10.
- A week?
Fifty-two weeks in a year.
Shine, mister?
Beat it will you, sonny. I'm busy.
How are you gonna get anywhere
with a dame
- with shoes like that?
- Blow.
I'm doing just fine thank
you, now run along will you.
Okay, if you wanna look like a slob.
You look great to me.
That's what I've been waiting to hear.
Look, you know what that
10 bucks means, don't you?
It means the Benton Auto
Supply Company knows a good man
when they see one.
I wish something like
that would happen to me.
Look, honey, this is
what we've waited for.
You can quit your job,
we can get that apartment
we were looking at.
We don't have to wait any longer.
And listen.
Listen.
You and I have been going together
long enough.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Well?
We'll tell mother and Dad tonight.
You can come to dinner.
Oh honey, couldn't,
couldn't you just tell 'em?
You know what'll happen.
I'll just get to the point and your Dad'll
start talking about geometry.
And I'm dead.
I'll tell you what.
You go in and soften him up first,
and then I'll come in later.
- Oh don't worry about him, darling.
- It's just that,
well, he's a teacher
and he takes things seriously and-
- I know your Dad and believe me he'll bl-
- You will come to dinner, won't you?
We're going to have fried chicken
and I'm going to make the gravy.
Oh, brother.
Okay.
We can't do anything now.
I'll help you with the dishes, mother.
No, we leave everything on the table.
It isn't every night we
have you children with us.
- As I was saying-
- Ann, will you help me
- with this?
- Oh, sure.
All young people have their minds-
- You wind.
Okay.
Gee, it's a bright colour.
You know, I was going to
get green and then I thought-
- As I was saying.
My students may not like me.
But I try to gain their respect.
Yes sir, I understand.
Well, after all, it's quite important.
Yes, of course.
You were a student of mine once, James.
Geometry one.
Did you suffer?
Well, uh, no, sir.
Not much.
- Just at the end.
- At the end?
Well yes, you flunked me.
(Eric clearing throat)
But I'm a lot brighter now, sir.
[Woman] Well of course you are, dear.
Yes.
Yes, he's,
he's so bright that he got a raise.
Yes, I'm up to 90 a week now, sir.
I'll let you in on an open secret, Jim.
You earn more than I do.
However I suppose there are compensations.
Like watching Ann grow up.
If she could only have gone to college.
College is alright, Mr. Walton,
but there are other things.
You know.
I always wanted Ann to become a teacher.
There is a crying need for young people
to replace us older educators.
Overcrowded schools, classes too large.
Ann showed great promise in high school,
especially in mathematics.
Yes, but there are
other things, Mr. Walton.
- For instance?
- Well, like marriage.
Marriage?
Mr. Walton, I'm sure it
comes as no great surprise.
I want to marry Ann.
But this is wonderful.
When have you planned it?
Right away.
I don't want Stella Carter
or some other female
to steal him away from me.
Oh, Jim, there is nobody in the world
I'd rather have for a son than you.
Oh, Daddy.
Don't look so sad.
Only one woman to henpeck you.
You're both very young for marriage.
Oh no we're not, Daddy.
Really we're not.
Ann, come here.
I want to hug both of you.
(laughing)
[Eric] Well, congratulations, Jim.
A long, happy life together.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Good morning, Andy.
Good morning, Ann.
Well, aren't you the happy
little worker this morning.
Oh, I certainly am.
Any particular reason?
Uh-huh.
There are 60 million men in this country
and I found the right one.
Don't be so sure.
Hi, Andy.
Hi.
How about lunch today with Evie and me.
Oh, I can't. I got a date.
It seems to me you have a
date just about every day.
Well I do, but this
one is a special date.
Why?
I'm going to have a finger fitted.
- Which one?
- This one.
Oh Ann! I'm so excited.
Let's sneak out later and
have coffee and talk about it.
Okay.
Good.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Did Stella try to hook
you for overtime work?
She not only tried, but did.
It's alright. Jim's working late anyhow.
Mmm, we'd better get back.
What's the hurry?
You're the one who's getting married.
I need my job.
Cup of coffee, please.
How about a cup of coffee?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Goodnight, Mara.
Goodnight, honey.
(change clattering)
(light orchestral music)
(Ann whistling)
Hey, beautiful!
(Ann whistling)
Hey!
(Ann whistling)
Hey!
(Ann whistling)
(man whistling)
(man whistling)
(banging on window)
- Please!
- Please, somebody help me!
(trash can clattering)
(car horn honking)
Taxi!
Taxi!
(soft whimpering)
(car horn blaring)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
Ann.
What happened to you?
Tell me. What's happened to you?
Ann, what's the matter?
Tell me what's the matter, dear.
(sober orchestral music)
How is she?
She needs a good night's rest.
I've given her a mild sedative.
This is Dr. Hoffman.
Sergeant Hendricks and Mrs
Miller of Police Headquarters.
They're here to see Ann.
But the girl's in a state of shock.
Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?
Well if we can learn where it happened,
get a full description of the man,
we might be able to pick him up tonight.
I don't believe she's in any condition.
But I suppose you have to.
Mrs. Miller, would you go up please.
You'd better get some sleep, Eric.
There's nothing you can do.
Please don't worry. I'll stay here.
I'll stand by upstairs.
Tonight my daughter
was brutally attacked.
Why don't you do something about
preventing crimes like these?
We try to do all we can,
but we're only dog catchers.
We pick up cases like this every day.
Slap them in jail.
After that, I don't know what happens.
I don't make the laws. I only enforce them.
As soon as we get some
facts from your daughter,
we'll go right to work.
Is this why you raise a daughter?
Is this what you love and sacrifice for?
What kind of times are these
that such things can happen?
Only this morning, she was
carefree and happy and now...
Sorry.
That's alright.
Go ahead.
When did you first notice
the man following you?
When did you first notice him?
I kept walking.
Faster and faster.
Couldn't get away.
I couldn't get away.
What did he look like?
Can you tell me what he looked like?
I never saw his face.
Only the scar on his neck.
The leather jacket came up and closer.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't move!
How tall was he, dear?
(Ann sobbing)
Please.
No more.
Get Dr. Hoffman.
(Ann sobbing)
(door locking)
(doorbell ringing)
Ann, you must eat something.
They're all staring at this house.
They're whispering.
All day they've been looking up.
Ann, people are sorry
about what happened.
I'm going back to work tomorrow.
If they want to stare,
let them have a good look.
Jim's been here twice.
He called again a little while ago.
He wants to come over.
No.
- I can't see him.
- Oh, but dear-
- I don't want to see him.
"Police round up suspects
in unsolved Walton case."
- How is she?
- She's nearly ready.
- I wish she wouldn't go to work today.
- I'm afraid.
Eric, it's something she wants to do.
She says she has to face it sometime.
Yes. I guess she'll have to face the
same thing I did yesterday in my classes.
They stared at me as though I
were some kind of curiosity.
It was a nightmare.
Even some of the other teachers
looked at me as if I had done something.
I wish she'd let me drive her to work.
Eric, let her do as she wants.
Oh good morning, darling.
Ann, are you sure you
don't want me to drive you?
No, I'll be fine.
Be sure to call me at noon, dear.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Morning, Annie.
That's a nice dress you've got on.
Thanks.
How are your mother and father?
They're fine, thank you.
That's good.
Oh.
(stamp slamming)
(fingers tapping)
Go on, take a good look.
Go on, all you!
Hey Annie, cut it out.
We understand. Nobody's staring at you.
Come on. Let's go get a drink of water.
Miss Walton.
I'd like you to come to headquarters.
We've picked up some men.
It won't do you any good.
I didn't see his face.
I'm sorry. You'll have to come along.
Have a seat.
Take your time, Miss Walton.
Remove your hats.
Look 'em over carefully.
Scar.
Left profile.
Right profile.
That look like him, Miss Walton?
I don't know.
Next.
Scar.
Left profile.
Right.
How about him?
I can't remember.
Next.
Left profile.
Right.
Is that the man, Miss Walton?
I can't remember.
I can't.
That's alright. Take your time.
I don't know.
I can't, I can't.
Try to concentrate, Miss Walton.
Try to remember.
We don't want this man
on the streets tonight.
Try to remember.
Does that look like the man, Miss Walton?
Let's see the scar.
How about him?
Try to remember.
Next.
Scar.
Next.
Try to remember.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Scar.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Try to remember.
Next. Right. Scar.
Left. Right. Left. Next.
Scar.
Right. Left.
- Please, she's had enough.
- That's all.
Look, nothing matters except us.
You know that, don't you?
We'll get married this weekend.
I've got it all planned.
There's a little place over the state line.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
I'm asking you to marry me.
Now.
Or didn't you hear me?
Yes, I heard.
Well?
No!
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Jim] Ann!
I can't! I can't!
- Come here.
- Let me go.
Don't talk like that.
We're going to be married, right away.
I want you. I want to live with you.
I want to have kids with you.
We can be happy like other people.
We're not like other people.
I don't want to get married, ever.
I don't want you to touch me.
Everything's dirty!
Filthy and dirty!
Ann, listen!
We can live away from here.
Somewhere else if that would help.
Sure.
You've seen them staring at me,
wondering, talking.
Yes, we could run, but not far enough.
Shut up!
And you'd always be
thinking about what happened.
- You'd never forget!
- Shut up!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(door slamming)
Ann.
(engine revving)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Ann sobbing)
Here you are, sir.
Los Angeles, return.
Where to, please?
Los Angeles.
Round trip?
Round trip? Are you coming back?
- [Jim] We'll get married this weekend.
- I've got it all planned.
There's a little place
over the state line.
[Jim] Somewhere else,
if that would help.
[Ann] Sure, we could run,
but not far enough.
[Jim] I've got it all planned.
There's a little place
over the state line.
(bus brakes screeching)
[Radio Announcer] In Sacramento,
the State Assembly interim committee
met this afternoon
to discuss the budget for
the current fiscal year.
Increases are expected for agriculture,
highway construction and education.
At the same time a special
subcommittee headed
by Assemblyman Ralph Andrews
was named to investigate the
condition of harbour facilities
in San Francisco.
At St Pedro, dredging
operations will continue
on the west channel of Los-
- Cold outside, ain't it.
Coffee, please.
Black.
[Radio Announcer] And
at Lake Success today,
prospects look brighter for
agreement on new measures
coming before the United Nations Assembly.
The police of four states continue
their search for pretty Ann Walton.
Victim of a criminal attack.
Miss Walton disappeared from her home
in Capital City 36 hours ago.
Her family fears she may be suffering
from a temporary mental lapse
as a result of a vicious assault
on her last Tuesday night.
And now we return you to
our nightly platter parade
with a South American rumba.
(upbeat music)
(cash register ringing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
You won't go far on that foot.
You're among friends.
You're at the Harrison ranch.
I'm sure you can stay here tonight.
You'll be alright.
No, I,
I must be going.
You can get a lift down
to the bus-stop tomorrow.
My name's Bruce Ferguson.
Mine's
Ann Blake.
Where were you going
when I found you?
I don't know.
Los Angeles, I guess.
Can I help you in any way?
Well, I see she's awake.
Ah, this is Mrs Harrison.
Hello.
Take a sip of this.
You'll feel better.
I think she sprained her ankle.
I'll take care of it.
Fine.
I'll leave you two alone.
We'll take that shoe off
and look at your foot.
There now.
Oh, hello Tom.
Sorry I missed the excitement, Doc.
The girl only has a sprained ankle.
Madge did an expert job of taping it up.
Did you find out anything about her?
Not very much I'm afraid.
Except she's a frightened kid.
Says she's on her way to Los Angeles.
Where's she from?
I don't know.
Maybe we better report it to the police.
Oh, I don't think it's that serious.
Of course, if you'd
rather I took her with me-
- No, let her stay here for now.
We'll put her on the bus in the morning.
You're really one Doc
for picking up strays.
Well, I guess that's part of my job.
When are you going to put
some tobacco in that pipe?
Here.
No thanks. I just like to chew on it.
(chuckling)
Well,
goodnight.
Goodnight, Doc.
Oh, ah, thanks for being so hospitable.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Bruce.
Say, Doc.
About church next Sunday.
I'll be there.
If I can catch up on my accounts.
Yeah? I'll believe that when I see it.
- So long.
- So long.
Well, hello.
Good morning, Ann.
How do you feel?
Oh, I'm alright.
You can go back on the bus
that brings the workers up from town.
Ever see an orange-packing plant before?
Well, you're seeing one at
the height of the season.
Is this one of the new packers?
- No, just a guest.
- She's leaving when the bus gets here.
Too bad, boss.
We're gonna be two packers short today.
A couple of girls quit.
- Well, get some more.
- I'm trying.
But there are other ranches hiring, too.
What do packers do?
They work in there.
Wrapping and crating. It's easy.
Pays 18 cents a box.
You'd make a buck and a quarter an hour.
Interested?
I don't know.
In that case, you're hired.
Okay, boss?
I guess so.
(whistle blowing)
There's a rumour that a man
can get an orange in this place.
Thank you.
You know, I didn't
expect to find you here.
Glad you decided to stay around.
How do you like it?
It's alright.
You're new at this
kind of work, aren't you?
What'd you do before?
I was a secretary bookkeeper.
Does Tom Harrison know that?
You know, you'd be more help
in the office than around here.
Don't bother.
I'll be leaving in a few days.
They might even let you
stay in Louise's room.
That's their daughter.
She's married now.
No, I can't stay here.
Los Angeles?
I guess so.
Your family live there?
Are you sure I can't help you?
No, but,
no, but,
but thank you for everything you've done.
Mr Harrison called you "Doc".
Are you a doctor?
Yes, I'm a doctor.
Perhaps, not the kind you are thinking of.
Not in these clothes anyway.
I have a little church in Santa Paula.
I...
I've got to get my lunch.
Excuse me.
- Gin.
- Anybody home?
Hide the cards, Lee.
It's the vicar himself.
- Hello, Tom.
- Doc.
Relax, Lee.
It's a good game rummy.
I'm not so sure.
I'm losing.
Oh, how are you, Madge?
Fine, Bruce. How about a cup of coffee?
No thanks.
Oh, where's Ann?
Out in the office.
Working on Saturday afternoon?
She's always working.
It wasn't my idea, Doc.
She just wants to work. I can't stop her.
But she's got all my books in order.
Tell me, Bruce.
Have you found out
anything more about Ann?
No, not very much.
I hope it's alright her
working in the office,
handling the payroll money.
She seems alright, but-
I was hoping you'd accept her.
But if you don't want to, I'll
find some other way of helping her.
Now, take it easy, Doc.
Your word's good enough for me.
Thanks.
Oh, and by the way.
Save me a seat next Sunday.
(chuckling)
Hello, Ann.
(chuckling)
I didn't mean to scare you so.
How's everything going?
Oh, fine.
I like it here.
Thanks for getting me the job.
Tom Harrison doesn't beat you, does he?
Feeds you enough?
(laughing)
He's nice.
Don't you think you ought to close down
the books for the day?
After all, I didn't sell
you into slavery, you know.
Oh, I've got lots to do.
It's too nice a day
for this sort of thing.
I'm going to a little place that I know.
Do some sketching.
Thought maybe you'd like
to come along for the ride.
No, I don't think so.
You've no idea how
peaceful it is.
I go there every Saturday.
(light orchestral music)
Well now, isn't this better
than a column of figures?
Oh, it's pretty.
I used to roam for miles
over this part of the country
when I was a boy.
This is my favourite place.
I waited for the buffalo
to come down and graze.
But they never did.
That's because there were no buffalo.
Come on, now.
I've got a little hideaway to show you.
This is my secret hiding place.
You know, whenever I'd done
anything wrong, I used to
come scampering up that hill
there like a scared rabbit and hide here.
Then I'd get hungry and it
would start getting late
and I'd sneak back home.
Come on, let's sit down.
May I see the sketch?
It's good.
It's only half finished.
Have you always lived here?
I was born in Santa Paula.
My father was in the church too.
He was transferred to Philadelphia
when I was 10.
It took me 25 years to get back here.
You see, I was looking for something.
It's hard to put into words.
You might call it faith.
Sometimes, it's difficult to hold on to.
You mean...
you stopped believing?
We all go through dark times.
Mine was a year in a
hospital after the war.
You see, I was in the Navy.
Navy chaplain.
Italy.
Wound up with one lung.
TB.
But the thing that hurt
the most was being told
I couldn't go back to my church.
There was so much I wanted to do.
So you came back here?
Uh-huh.
Feeling pretty sorry for myself.
You know, I shouldn't be telling you this.
Ministers of the church aren't
supposed to waiver or doubt.
But being human, we do.
Do you know something else?
When I came back to this valley
where I'd been so happy as a boy.
I found it as lovely as ever.
I looked deep down in myself.
And then...
up at the sky.
Suddenly I found myself.
My faith.
It was the most wonderful
feeling I've ever known.
Sorry to have gone on like this.
But I wanted you to know that
you're not alone.
(birds chirping)
I'll never forget this place.
Not as long as I live.
Ann, we all need help some times.
I want to help you.
(light orchestral music)
Looks like we'll have four
or five truckloads ready to go.
That's the way I figure it.
Well, I'll go and check.
Good.
Where have you been, Doc?
Thought you'd given us up for heathens.
I've been kinda busy.
We're going up in the world.
Bishop paid me a visit last week.
Wanted to know if I was strong enough
to take a church up north.
What did you tell him?
I told him not yet. That...
I had some work to do here.
Meaning me, I suppose?
Yeah, meaning you.
Just keep on needling me, Doc.
Now look, next Sunday for sure.
Alright.
You know, I believe in miracles.
(chuckling)
Hello, Charlie.
Say, what have I done?
You haven't done anything.
How are you?
- Hi, Sheriff.
- Dr. Ferguson.
- You know, I can vouch for both of us.
- Fine. Put on any new help lately?
Well a few more pickers,
mostly people who've been
around here for years.
I'm sorry, Sheriff. This is Ann.
Ann Blake.
You're new here, young lady?
Kinda shy, isn't she?
Tom, come on into the office.
I want to ask you a couple of questions.
- Oh Tom, just a moment.
- I'd like to come along.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
No Madge, she hasn't turned up here.
Lee's looked everywhere on the ranch.
I was kinda getting used to
her here in Louisa's room.
Yes, I know.
Please let me hear if you... find her.
Goodbye.
(light piano music)
Come in, Ann.
Nice isn't it?
One of the boys on my ship wrote it.
I'm glad you didn't do
anything foolish, Ann.
The Sheriff wasn't looking for you.
How about some coffee?
Yes please.
I'll get a cup.
Sit down.
My name isn't Blake.
No?
I ran away from home.
I had to.
Don't you think you ought to let
your family know where you are?
No.
I want to stay here.
Ann, we all have to
stop running sometime.
We have to face ourselves.
And look at the world all over again.
You know, that second
look after a heartache
shows up some wonderful things.
Now come on, let me see you smile.
That's better.
You know, Saturday is
our big harvest dance.
We always have lots of fun.
You will come, won't you?
Oh, you'll like it.
Don't worry.
I'll be there.
Guess I'd better take
you back to the ranch.
(light orchestral music)
Let me taste that stuff.
So why can't you make punch like that?
I did.
- Oh.
- (laughing)
Hello, Lee.
This is about your fifth
time around, isn't it?
I've got an awful thirst.
- You know, this is pure orange juice?
- Yeah.
Hello, Marilyn, Joseph.
Congratulations on the
addition to the family.
Some punch?
There you are.
Enjoy yourselves.
(light orchestral music)
Hello, pretty one.
Think you could put up
with me for the next waltz?
I don't like to dance.
Don't.
Oh, come on.
Look, just one little waltz.
No! Let me go.
(all clapping)
- Don't.
- Why do you wear it this way?
It's so pretty when it's undone.
Get away from me.
You know, ever since
you came to this place,
I've wanted to do this.
- You're beautiful.
- No.
- What's the matter with you?
- I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to kiss you.
Is that bad?
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
Afraid Bruce Ferguson might find out?
Don't, don't!
He's kept you pretty
much of a secret, hasn't he?
We'd all like to know where
you came from and why.
Don't, don't.
Don't! Don't or I'll-
- You'll what?
Why can't I kiss you?
You're the prettiest girl around here.
(Ann breathing heavily)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(intense music)
(light orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Ann gasping)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann!
Ann!
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
Oh, Ann.
Why'd you do it, Ann?
Why?
We have to go back now.
They're waiting for you.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Yeah?
Alright, thanks.
Do you think you take an
awful long chance sometimes?
I mean with these characters you collect.
What'd you find out?
They traced her through
the Missing Person's Bureau
on a hunch and it paid off.
Her name's Ann Walton.
She been missing from home
for a couple of months.
A victim of a criminal assault.
Go on.
That's about all.
Look, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
Frank's lying over at the hospital
in bad shape.
He might not pull through.
Even if he does, she's in trouble.
Can I see her?
I guess so. I'll go with you.
Ann.
I know
what happened back home.
Tell me, why did you try to kill Frank?
I've known him for a long time.
He meant you no harm.
I could see him coming closer.
And closer.
And I screamed.
I could see a scar on his neck.
I could feel the leather jacket.
But Frank doesn't have
a scar on his neck.
He wasn't wearing a leather coat.
Yes.
A leather coat.
Once I got away from him.
And he couldn't find me
behind one of the trucks.
But there weren't any trucks.
Not at the dance.
You picked up a wrench and-
- He wore a leather coat.
Now I think I understand.
You are innocent.
So awfully innocent.
I pray to God they'll understand that.
Frank Marini was strong enough
to sign this affidavit this morning.
[Judge] I must say your friend
Marini is a forgiving man.
A very unusual document.
Mr Marini's refusal to press charges
against Miss Walton
does not alter the facts.
She almost murdered a man.
Judge.
Mr. Porter.
I'm not a lawyer or a psychiatrist.
Except as a man's religious faith,
allows him to look into the
heart and mind of another.
Are we all agreed that Miss Walton
was suffering a form
of temporary insanity?
Yes.
Ann has been suffering
in her mind a long time.
Ever since she was the victim
of a vicious criminal attack.
The kind that's a shameful blot
on our towns and cities.
What happened here
began two months ago in Capital City.
An evil chain reaction
which deluded Ann into believing that.
Frank Marini was the man who attacked her.
This morning, I called Capital City.
The police told me that they'd
found the man two days ago.
He was arrested while
attempting an armed robbery.
Later, he
confessed to the assault on Ann.
They...
they arrested him?
Yes, Ann.
That still doesn't answer
the charge against Miss Walton.
This man, this criminal
has spent half of his life,
half of his life
in reform schools or prisons
for acts of violence.
He was always punished
but he was never treated
as a neurotic individual.
Never treated as a sick man.
So he was released uncured.
And Ann Walton was the victim of his fury.
I regret that such men are
turned back into society.
But this hearing's concerned
with Miss Walton's innocence or guilt.
That's my point.
She is innocent of criminal intent.
And we are guilty of criminal negligence.
It's our fault. All of us.
Our generation has
produced too many neuroses.
Too many mentally displaced
people right here at home.
We need, we need more
hospitals, more clinics.
More trained men to turn human scrap
back into useful human beings.
Mr. Porter,
I appeal to you as a man,
not as a prosecutor.
I'd like you to ask the judge
to dismiss the complaint
against Ann Walton.
Your Honour, I,
I hereby move that the
complaint against Miss Walton
be dismissed.
Before I can render a
decision, there's one question
that must be answered.
What assurance do we have
that Miss Walton's temporary
delusions may not return?
Wouldn't it be better if she
were placed for treatment
in a proper institution?
Until pronounced fit
to resume a normal life?
I don't know.
But I feel that Ann
needs people who love her
as much as she needs
psychiatric treatment.
The court recognises
your generous feelings
but cannot accept your testimony
as that of an expert witness.
This hearing will be
adjourned until such time
as a competent psychiatrist
can examine Miss Walton.
Why don't they just take
me away and lock me up?
Ann, don't ever give up hope.
I don't know.
Maybe I am crazy.
Sometime I feel as if the
whole world is upside down.
The judge said we wouldn't
have to wait very long.
You're the only one that can help me.
Why don't they understand?
Why?
Miss Walton.
The examining psychiatrist says
you are still far from well.
But he does not believe
institutional care is required.
He does however, strongly recommend,
that you receive psychiatric
treatment for a period
of at least one year.
I will favourably consider
a motion for dismissal,
providing Dr Ferguson guarantee the court
that Miss Walton will undertake
the necessary treatment.
I'll gladly accept responsibility.
You'll have a written report from
a psychiatrist the first of every month.
Miss Walton...
Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
(light piano music)
It's so lovely.
And I make it sound so awful.
I could still recognise it.
(light orchestral music)
I talked to your mother and father.
When?
While you were saying goodbye
to Frank at the hospital.
I told them everything
was alright with you now.
They want to come and get you.
They love you.
More than you know.
Must I go home?
Now?
Oh, please.
Please let me stay here with you.
Near you.
Jim's waiting, too.
He mustn't wait.
Not for me.
You loved him, didn't you?
And he loved you.
You'll find it's still that way.
But...
But I could help you here.
Mr Harrison might let me stay on.
Things might be
difficult at first, I know.
But you'll find your way.
I'll never forget you.
You've made me very happy.
Made you happy?
By your needing me.
By watching you get ready to
start life all over again.
Then you don't want me to stay?
Is that it?
You've a life to go back to.
I've a job to do.
One of these days
I'll be leaving here, too.
No one can turn their backs
on what they're meant to do.
People who mean something to each other
never say goodbye.
Not really.
I suppose that's because
they're never completely apart.
No matter how many miles
or years separate them.
Then I will see you sometime?
Of course.
For friends,
true friends,
it's a very small world.
Tell Jim from me,
he's a lucky fellow.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann, why are you crying?
Because you understand everything.
You understand me.
It's nearly five.
We'd better be going
or you'll miss the bus.
(light orchestral music)
It's due any minute.
Ann,
you're going to have a
wonderful, happy life.
Aren't you?
Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything.
(light orchestral music)
You'll only have about
an hour's wait in Los Angeles.
Then you'll be on your way East.
(light orchestral music)
Here it is.
(light orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(whistle blowing)
Two pieces of chocolate
cake please, to go.
Hey beautiful, what's this
"two pieces of chocolate
cake" routine every day?
I've been here almost
a week and every time
it's the same thing.
Either you're nuts about cake
or you've got a boyfriend.
If I was your boyfriend, you wouldn't have
to buy me no cake.
You'd better make up your mind.
I might be moving on next week.
How about it, beautiful?
Oh, honey!
Over here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
I couldn't find you.
Oh, that's alright.
- Somebody else got our bench.
- Oh.
- Been waiting long?
- No, just seemed that way.
- Here, open it up, I'm starving.
- Oh, me too.
Mice?
- I couldn't wait.
- A couple of little ones in there for you.
Thanks.
Lunch is on me tomorrow,
and I'll be here first.
Today I brought dessert.
Never mind that.
- Something happened this morning.
- Mmm?
Something important.
Well hurry, tell me.
I, umm...
I got the raise.
- $10.
- Ten whole dollars, honey.
- Count 'em, 10.
- A week?
Fifty-two weeks in a year.
Shine, mister?
Beat it will you, sonny. I'm busy.
How are you gonna get anywhere
with a dame
- with shoes like that?
- Blow.
I'm doing just fine thank
you, now run along will you.
Okay, if you wanna look like a slob.
You look great to me.
That's what I've been waiting to hear.
Look, you know what that
10 bucks means, don't you?
It means the Benton Auto
Supply Company knows a good man
when they see one.
I wish something like
that would happen to me.
Look, honey, this is
what we've waited for.
You can quit your job,
we can get that apartment
we were looking at.
We don't have to wait any longer.
And listen.
Listen.
You and I have been going together
long enough.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Well?
We'll tell mother and Dad tonight.
You can come to dinner.
Oh honey, couldn't,
couldn't you just tell 'em?
You know what'll happen.
I'll just get to the point and your Dad'll
start talking about geometry.
And I'm dead.
I'll tell you what.
You go in and soften him up first,
and then I'll come in later.
- Oh don't worry about him, darling.
- It's just that,
well, he's a teacher
and he takes things seriously and-
- I know your Dad and believe me he'll bl-
- You will come to dinner, won't you?
We're going to have fried chicken
and I'm going to make the gravy.
Oh, brother.
Okay.
We can't do anything now.
I'll help you with the dishes, mother.
No, we leave everything on the table.
It isn't every night we
have you children with us.
- As I was saying-
- Ann, will you help me
- with this?
- Oh, sure.
All young people have their minds-
- You wind.
Okay.
Gee, it's a bright colour.
You know, I was going to
get green and then I thought-
- As I was saying.
My students may not like me.
But I try to gain their respect.
Yes sir, I understand.
Well, after all, it's quite important.
Yes, of course.
You were a student of mine once, James.
Geometry one.
Did you suffer?
Well, uh, no, sir.
Not much.
- Just at the end.
- At the end?
Well yes, you flunked me.
(Eric clearing throat)
But I'm a lot brighter now, sir.
[Woman] Well of course you are, dear.
Yes.
Yes, he's,
he's so bright that he got a raise.
Yes, I'm up to 90 a week now, sir.
I'll let you in on an open secret, Jim.
You earn more than I do.
However I suppose there are compensations.
Like watching Ann grow up.
If she could only have gone to college.
College is alright, Mr. Walton,
but there are other things.
You know.
I always wanted Ann to become a teacher.
There is a crying need for young people
to replace us older educators.
Overcrowded schools, classes too large.
Ann showed great promise in high school,
especially in mathematics.
Yes, but there are
other things, Mr. Walton.
- For instance?
- Well, like marriage.
Marriage?
Mr. Walton, I'm sure it
comes as no great surprise.
I want to marry Ann.
But this is wonderful.
When have you planned it?
Right away.
I don't want Stella Carter
or some other female
to steal him away from me.
Oh, Jim, there is nobody in the world
I'd rather have for a son than you.
Oh, Daddy.
Don't look so sad.
Only one woman to henpeck you.
You're both very young for marriage.
Oh no we're not, Daddy.
Really we're not.
Ann, come here.
I want to hug both of you.
(laughing)
[Eric] Well, congratulations, Jim.
A long, happy life together.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Good morning, Andy.
Good morning, Ann.
Well, aren't you the happy
little worker this morning.
Oh, I certainly am.
Any particular reason?
Uh-huh.
There are 60 million men in this country
and I found the right one.
Don't be so sure.
Hi, Andy.
Hi.
How about lunch today with Evie and me.
Oh, I can't. I got a date.
It seems to me you have a
date just about every day.
Well I do, but this
one is a special date.
Why?
I'm going to have a finger fitted.
- Which one?
- This one.
Oh Ann! I'm so excited.
Let's sneak out later and
have coffee and talk about it.
Okay.
Good.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Did Stella try to hook
you for overtime work?
She not only tried, but did.
It's alright. Jim's working late anyhow.
Mmm, we'd better get back.
What's the hurry?
You're the one who's getting married.
I need my job.
Cup of coffee, please.
How about a cup of coffee?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Goodnight, Mara.
Goodnight, honey.
(change clattering)
(light orchestral music)
(Ann whistling)
Hey, beautiful!
(Ann whistling)
Hey!
(Ann whistling)
Hey!
(Ann whistling)
(man whistling)
(man whistling)
(banging on window)
- Please!
- Please, somebody help me!
(trash can clattering)
(car horn honking)
Taxi!
Taxi!
(soft whimpering)
(car horn blaring)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
Ann.
What happened to you?
Tell me. What's happened to you?
Ann, what's the matter?
Tell me what's the matter, dear.
(sober orchestral music)
How is she?
She needs a good night's rest.
I've given her a mild sedative.
This is Dr. Hoffman.
Sergeant Hendricks and Mrs
Miller of Police Headquarters.
They're here to see Ann.
But the girl's in a state of shock.
Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?
Well if we can learn where it happened,
get a full description of the man,
we might be able to pick him up tonight.
I don't believe she's in any condition.
But I suppose you have to.
Mrs. Miller, would you go up please.
You'd better get some sleep, Eric.
There's nothing you can do.
Please don't worry. I'll stay here.
I'll stand by upstairs.
Tonight my daughter
was brutally attacked.
Why don't you do something about
preventing crimes like these?
We try to do all we can,
but we're only dog catchers.
We pick up cases like this every day.
Slap them in jail.
After that, I don't know what happens.
I don't make the laws. I only enforce them.
As soon as we get some
facts from your daughter,
we'll go right to work.
Is this why you raise a daughter?
Is this what you love and sacrifice for?
What kind of times are these
that such things can happen?
Only this morning, she was
carefree and happy and now...
Sorry.
That's alright.
Go ahead.
When did you first notice
the man following you?
When did you first notice him?
I kept walking.
Faster and faster.
Couldn't get away.
I couldn't get away.
What did he look like?
Can you tell me what he looked like?
I never saw his face.
Only the scar on his neck.
The leather jacket came up and closer.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't move!
How tall was he, dear?
(Ann sobbing)
Please.
No more.
Get Dr. Hoffman.
(Ann sobbing)
(door locking)
(doorbell ringing)
Ann, you must eat something.
They're all staring at this house.
They're whispering.
All day they've been looking up.
Ann, people are sorry
about what happened.
I'm going back to work tomorrow.
If they want to stare,
let them have a good look.
Jim's been here twice.
He called again a little while ago.
He wants to come over.
No.
- I can't see him.
- Oh, but dear-
- I don't want to see him.
"Police round up suspects
in unsolved Walton case."
- How is she?
- She's nearly ready.
- I wish she wouldn't go to work today.
- I'm afraid.
Eric, it's something she wants to do.
She says she has to face it sometime.
Yes. I guess she'll have to face the
same thing I did yesterday in my classes.
They stared at me as though I
were some kind of curiosity.
It was a nightmare.
Even some of the other teachers
looked at me as if I had done something.
I wish she'd let me drive her to work.
Eric, let her do as she wants.
Oh good morning, darling.
Ann, are you sure you
don't want me to drive you?
No, I'll be fine.
Be sure to call me at noon, dear.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Morning, Annie.
That's a nice dress you've got on.
Thanks.
How are your mother and father?
They're fine, thank you.
That's good.
Oh.
(stamp slamming)
(fingers tapping)
Go on, take a good look.
Go on, all you!
Hey Annie, cut it out.
We understand. Nobody's staring at you.
Come on. Let's go get a drink of water.
Miss Walton.
I'd like you to come to headquarters.
We've picked up some men.
It won't do you any good.
I didn't see his face.
I'm sorry. You'll have to come along.
Have a seat.
Take your time, Miss Walton.
Remove your hats.
Look 'em over carefully.
Scar.
Left profile.
Right profile.
That look like him, Miss Walton?
I don't know.
Next.
Scar.
Left profile.
Right.
How about him?
I can't remember.
Next.
Left profile.
Right.
Is that the man, Miss Walton?
I can't remember.
I can't.
That's alright. Take your time.
I don't know.
I can't, I can't.
Try to concentrate, Miss Walton.
Try to remember.
We don't want this man
on the streets tonight.
Try to remember.
Does that look like the man, Miss Walton?
Let's see the scar.
How about him?
Try to remember.
Next.
Scar.
Next.
Try to remember.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Scar.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Try to remember.
Next. Right. Scar.
Left. Right. Left. Next.
Scar.
Right. Left.
- Please, she's had enough.
- That's all.
Look, nothing matters except us.
You know that, don't you?
We'll get married this weekend.
I've got it all planned.
There's a little place over the state line.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
I'm asking you to marry me.
Now.
Or didn't you hear me?
Yes, I heard.
Well?
No!
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Jim] Ann!
I can't! I can't!
- Come here.
- Let me go.
Don't talk like that.
We're going to be married, right away.
I want you. I want to live with you.
I want to have kids with you.
We can be happy like other people.
We're not like other people.
I don't want to get married, ever.
I don't want you to touch me.
Everything's dirty!
Filthy and dirty!
Ann, listen!
We can live away from here.
Somewhere else if that would help.
Sure.
You've seen them staring at me,
wondering, talking.
Yes, we could run, but not far enough.
Shut up!
And you'd always be
thinking about what happened.
- You'd never forget!
- Shut up!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(door slamming)
Ann.
(engine revving)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Ann sobbing)
Here you are, sir.
Los Angeles, return.
Where to, please?
Los Angeles.
Round trip?
Round trip? Are you coming back?
- [Jim] We'll get married this weekend.
- I've got it all planned.
There's a little place
over the state line.
[Jim] Somewhere else,
if that would help.
[Ann] Sure, we could run,
but not far enough.
[Jim] I've got it all planned.
There's a little place
over the state line.
(bus brakes screeching)
[Radio Announcer] In Sacramento,
the State Assembly interim committee
met this afternoon
to discuss the budget for
the current fiscal year.
Increases are expected for agriculture,
highway construction and education.
At the same time a special
subcommittee headed
by Assemblyman Ralph Andrews
was named to investigate the
condition of harbour facilities
in San Francisco.
At St Pedro, dredging
operations will continue
on the west channel of Los-
- Cold outside, ain't it.
Coffee, please.
Black.
[Radio Announcer] And
at Lake Success today,
prospects look brighter for
agreement on new measures
coming before the United Nations Assembly.
The police of four states continue
their search for pretty Ann Walton.
Victim of a criminal attack.
Miss Walton disappeared from her home
in Capital City 36 hours ago.
Her family fears she may be suffering
from a temporary mental lapse
as a result of a vicious assault
on her last Tuesday night.
And now we return you to
our nightly platter parade
with a South American rumba.
(upbeat music)
(cash register ringing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
You won't go far on that foot.
You're among friends.
You're at the Harrison ranch.
I'm sure you can stay here tonight.
You'll be alright.
No, I,
I must be going.
You can get a lift down
to the bus-stop tomorrow.
My name's Bruce Ferguson.
Mine's
Ann Blake.
Where were you going
when I found you?
I don't know.
Los Angeles, I guess.
Can I help you in any way?
Well, I see she's awake.
Ah, this is Mrs Harrison.
Hello.
Take a sip of this.
You'll feel better.
I think she sprained her ankle.
I'll take care of it.
Fine.
I'll leave you two alone.
We'll take that shoe off
and look at your foot.
There now.
Oh, hello Tom.
Sorry I missed the excitement, Doc.
The girl only has a sprained ankle.
Madge did an expert job of taping it up.
Did you find out anything about her?
Not very much I'm afraid.
Except she's a frightened kid.
Says she's on her way to Los Angeles.
Where's she from?
I don't know.
Maybe we better report it to the police.
Oh, I don't think it's that serious.
Of course, if you'd
rather I took her with me-
- No, let her stay here for now.
We'll put her on the bus in the morning.
You're really one Doc
for picking up strays.
Well, I guess that's part of my job.
When are you going to put
some tobacco in that pipe?
Here.
No thanks. I just like to chew on it.
(chuckling)
Well,
goodnight.
Goodnight, Doc.
Oh, ah, thanks for being so hospitable.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Bruce.
Say, Doc.
About church next Sunday.
I'll be there.
If I can catch up on my accounts.
Yeah? I'll believe that when I see it.
- So long.
- So long.
Well, hello.
Good morning, Ann.
How do you feel?
Oh, I'm alright.
You can go back on the bus
that brings the workers up from town.
Ever see an orange-packing plant before?
Well, you're seeing one at
the height of the season.
Is this one of the new packers?
- No, just a guest.
- She's leaving when the bus gets here.
Too bad, boss.
We're gonna be two packers short today.
A couple of girls quit.
- Well, get some more.
- I'm trying.
But there are other ranches hiring, too.
What do packers do?
They work in there.
Wrapping and crating. It's easy.
Pays 18 cents a box.
You'd make a buck and a quarter an hour.
Interested?
I don't know.
In that case, you're hired.
Okay, boss?
I guess so.
(whistle blowing)
There's a rumour that a man
can get an orange in this place.
Thank you.
You know, I didn't
expect to find you here.
Glad you decided to stay around.
How do you like it?
It's alright.
You're new at this
kind of work, aren't you?
What'd you do before?
I was a secretary bookkeeper.
Does Tom Harrison know that?
You know, you'd be more help
in the office than around here.
Don't bother.
I'll be leaving in a few days.
They might even let you
stay in Louise's room.
That's their daughter.
She's married now.
No, I can't stay here.
Los Angeles?
I guess so.
Your family live there?
Are you sure I can't help you?
No, but,
no, but,
but thank you for everything you've done.
Mr Harrison called you "Doc".
Are you a doctor?
Yes, I'm a doctor.
Perhaps, not the kind you are thinking of.
Not in these clothes anyway.
I have a little church in Santa Paula.
I...
I've got to get my lunch.
Excuse me.
- Gin.
- Anybody home?
Hide the cards, Lee.
It's the vicar himself.
- Hello, Tom.
- Doc.
Relax, Lee.
It's a good game rummy.
I'm not so sure.
I'm losing.
Oh, how are you, Madge?
Fine, Bruce. How about a cup of coffee?
No thanks.
Oh, where's Ann?
Out in the office.
Working on Saturday afternoon?
She's always working.
It wasn't my idea, Doc.
She just wants to work. I can't stop her.
But she's got all my books in order.
Tell me, Bruce.
Have you found out
anything more about Ann?
No, not very much.
I hope it's alright her
working in the office,
handling the payroll money.
She seems alright, but-
I was hoping you'd accept her.
But if you don't want to, I'll
find some other way of helping her.
Now, take it easy, Doc.
Your word's good enough for me.
Thanks.
Oh, and by the way.
Save me a seat next Sunday.
(chuckling)
Hello, Ann.
(chuckling)
I didn't mean to scare you so.
How's everything going?
Oh, fine.
I like it here.
Thanks for getting me the job.
Tom Harrison doesn't beat you, does he?
Feeds you enough?
(laughing)
He's nice.
Don't you think you ought to close down
the books for the day?
After all, I didn't sell
you into slavery, you know.
Oh, I've got lots to do.
It's too nice a day
for this sort of thing.
I'm going to a little place that I know.
Do some sketching.
Thought maybe you'd like
to come along for the ride.
No, I don't think so.
You've no idea how
peaceful it is.
I go there every Saturday.
(light orchestral music)
Well now, isn't this better
than a column of figures?
Oh, it's pretty.
I used to roam for miles
over this part of the country
when I was a boy.
This is my favourite place.
I waited for the buffalo
to come down and graze.
But they never did.
That's because there were no buffalo.
Come on, now.
I've got a little hideaway to show you.
This is my secret hiding place.
You know, whenever I'd done
anything wrong, I used to
come scampering up that hill
there like a scared rabbit and hide here.
Then I'd get hungry and it
would start getting late
and I'd sneak back home.
Come on, let's sit down.
May I see the sketch?
It's good.
It's only half finished.
Have you always lived here?
I was born in Santa Paula.
My father was in the church too.
He was transferred to Philadelphia
when I was 10.
It took me 25 years to get back here.
You see, I was looking for something.
It's hard to put into words.
You might call it faith.
Sometimes, it's difficult to hold on to.
You mean...
you stopped believing?
We all go through dark times.
Mine was a year in a
hospital after the war.
You see, I was in the Navy.
Navy chaplain.
Italy.
Wound up with one lung.
TB.
But the thing that hurt
the most was being told
I couldn't go back to my church.
There was so much I wanted to do.
So you came back here?
Uh-huh.
Feeling pretty sorry for myself.
You know, I shouldn't be telling you this.
Ministers of the church aren't
supposed to waiver or doubt.
But being human, we do.
Do you know something else?
When I came back to this valley
where I'd been so happy as a boy.
I found it as lovely as ever.
I looked deep down in myself.
And then...
up at the sky.
Suddenly I found myself.
My faith.
It was the most wonderful
feeling I've ever known.
Sorry to have gone on like this.
But I wanted you to know that
you're not alone.
(birds chirping)
I'll never forget this place.
Not as long as I live.
Ann, we all need help some times.
I want to help you.
(light orchestral music)
Looks like we'll have four
or five truckloads ready to go.
That's the way I figure it.
Well, I'll go and check.
Good.
Where have you been, Doc?
Thought you'd given us up for heathens.
I've been kinda busy.
We're going up in the world.
Bishop paid me a visit last week.
Wanted to know if I was strong enough
to take a church up north.
What did you tell him?
I told him not yet. That...
I had some work to do here.
Meaning me, I suppose?
Yeah, meaning you.
Just keep on needling me, Doc.
Now look, next Sunday for sure.
Alright.
You know, I believe in miracles.
(chuckling)
Hello, Charlie.
Say, what have I done?
You haven't done anything.
How are you?
- Hi, Sheriff.
- Dr. Ferguson.
- You know, I can vouch for both of us.
- Fine. Put on any new help lately?
Well a few more pickers,
mostly people who've been
around here for years.
I'm sorry, Sheriff. This is Ann.
Ann Blake.
You're new here, young lady?
Kinda shy, isn't she?
Tom, come on into the office.
I want to ask you a couple of questions.
- Oh Tom, just a moment.
- I'd like to come along.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
No Madge, she hasn't turned up here.
Lee's looked everywhere on the ranch.
I was kinda getting used to
her here in Louisa's room.
Yes, I know.
Please let me hear if you... find her.
Goodbye.
(light piano music)
Come in, Ann.
Nice isn't it?
One of the boys on my ship wrote it.
I'm glad you didn't do
anything foolish, Ann.
The Sheriff wasn't looking for you.
How about some coffee?
Yes please.
I'll get a cup.
Sit down.
My name isn't Blake.
No?
I ran away from home.
I had to.
Don't you think you ought to let
your family know where you are?
No.
I want to stay here.
Ann, we all have to
stop running sometime.
We have to face ourselves.
And look at the world all over again.
You know, that second
look after a heartache
shows up some wonderful things.
Now come on, let me see you smile.
That's better.
You know, Saturday is
our big harvest dance.
We always have lots of fun.
You will come, won't you?
Oh, you'll like it.
Don't worry.
I'll be there.
Guess I'd better take
you back to the ranch.
(light orchestral music)
Let me taste that stuff.
So why can't you make punch like that?
I did.
- Oh.
- (laughing)
Hello, Lee.
This is about your fifth
time around, isn't it?
I've got an awful thirst.
- You know, this is pure orange juice?
- Yeah.
Hello, Marilyn, Joseph.
Congratulations on the
addition to the family.
Some punch?
There you are.
Enjoy yourselves.
(light orchestral music)
Hello, pretty one.
Think you could put up
with me for the next waltz?
I don't like to dance.
Don't.
Oh, come on.
Look, just one little waltz.
No! Let me go.
(all clapping)
- Don't.
- Why do you wear it this way?
It's so pretty when it's undone.
Get away from me.
You know, ever since
you came to this place,
I've wanted to do this.
- You're beautiful.
- No.
- What's the matter with you?
- I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to kiss you.
Is that bad?
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
Afraid Bruce Ferguson might find out?
Don't, don't!
He's kept you pretty
much of a secret, hasn't he?
We'd all like to know where
you came from and why.
Don't, don't.
Don't! Don't or I'll-
- You'll what?
Why can't I kiss you?
You're the prettiest girl around here.
(Ann breathing heavily)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(intense music)
(light orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Ann gasping)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann!
Ann!
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann.
Oh, Ann.
Why'd you do it, Ann?
Why?
We have to go back now.
They're waiting for you.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Yeah?
Alright, thanks.
Do you think you take an
awful long chance sometimes?
I mean with these characters you collect.
What'd you find out?
They traced her through
the Missing Person's Bureau
on a hunch and it paid off.
Her name's Ann Walton.
She been missing from home
for a couple of months.
A victim of a criminal assault.
Go on.
That's about all.
Look, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
Frank's lying over at the hospital
in bad shape.
He might not pull through.
Even if he does, she's in trouble.
Can I see her?
I guess so. I'll go with you.
Ann.
I know
what happened back home.
Tell me, why did you try to kill Frank?
I've known him for a long time.
He meant you no harm.
I could see him coming closer.
And closer.
And I screamed.
I could see a scar on his neck.
I could feel the leather jacket.
But Frank doesn't have
a scar on his neck.
He wasn't wearing a leather coat.
Yes.
A leather coat.
Once I got away from him.
And he couldn't find me
behind one of the trucks.
But there weren't any trucks.
Not at the dance.
You picked up a wrench and-
- He wore a leather coat.
Now I think I understand.
You are innocent.
So awfully innocent.
I pray to God they'll understand that.
Frank Marini was strong enough
to sign this affidavit this morning.
[Judge] I must say your friend
Marini is a forgiving man.
A very unusual document.
Mr Marini's refusal to press charges
against Miss Walton
does not alter the facts.
She almost murdered a man.
Judge.
Mr. Porter.
I'm not a lawyer or a psychiatrist.
Except as a man's religious faith,
allows him to look into the
heart and mind of another.
Are we all agreed that Miss Walton
was suffering a form
of temporary insanity?
Yes.
Ann has been suffering
in her mind a long time.
Ever since she was the victim
of a vicious criminal attack.
The kind that's a shameful blot
on our towns and cities.
What happened here
began two months ago in Capital City.
An evil chain reaction
which deluded Ann into believing that.
Frank Marini was the man who attacked her.
This morning, I called Capital City.
The police told me that they'd
found the man two days ago.
He was arrested while
attempting an armed robbery.
Later, he
confessed to the assault on Ann.
They...
they arrested him?
Yes, Ann.
That still doesn't answer
the charge against Miss Walton.
This man, this criminal
has spent half of his life,
half of his life
in reform schools or prisons
for acts of violence.
He was always punished
but he was never treated
as a neurotic individual.
Never treated as a sick man.
So he was released uncured.
And Ann Walton was the victim of his fury.
I regret that such men are
turned back into society.
But this hearing's concerned
with Miss Walton's innocence or guilt.
That's my point.
She is innocent of criminal intent.
And we are guilty of criminal negligence.
It's our fault. All of us.
Our generation has
produced too many neuroses.
Too many mentally displaced
people right here at home.
We need, we need more
hospitals, more clinics.
More trained men to turn human scrap
back into useful human beings.
Mr. Porter,
I appeal to you as a man,
not as a prosecutor.
I'd like you to ask the judge
to dismiss the complaint
against Ann Walton.
Your Honour, I,
I hereby move that the
complaint against Miss Walton
be dismissed.
Before I can render a
decision, there's one question
that must be answered.
What assurance do we have
that Miss Walton's temporary
delusions may not return?
Wouldn't it be better if she
were placed for treatment
in a proper institution?
Until pronounced fit
to resume a normal life?
I don't know.
But I feel that Ann
needs people who love her
as much as she needs
psychiatric treatment.
The court recognises
your generous feelings
but cannot accept your testimony
as that of an expert witness.
This hearing will be
adjourned until such time
as a competent psychiatrist
can examine Miss Walton.
Why don't they just take
me away and lock me up?
Ann, don't ever give up hope.
I don't know.
Maybe I am crazy.
Sometime I feel as if the
whole world is upside down.
The judge said we wouldn't
have to wait very long.
You're the only one that can help me.
Why don't they understand?
Why?
Miss Walton.
The examining psychiatrist says
you are still far from well.
But he does not believe
institutional care is required.
He does however, strongly recommend,
that you receive psychiatric
treatment for a period
of at least one year.
I will favourably consider
a motion for dismissal,
providing Dr Ferguson guarantee the court
that Miss Walton will undertake
the necessary treatment.
I'll gladly accept responsibility.
You'll have a written report from
a psychiatrist the first of every month.
Miss Walton...
Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
(light piano music)
It's so lovely.
And I make it sound so awful.
I could still recognise it.
(light orchestral music)
I talked to your mother and father.
When?
While you were saying goodbye
to Frank at the hospital.
I told them everything
was alright with you now.
They want to come and get you.
They love you.
More than you know.
Must I go home?
Now?
Oh, please.
Please let me stay here with you.
Near you.
Jim's waiting, too.
He mustn't wait.
Not for me.
You loved him, didn't you?
And he loved you.
You'll find it's still that way.
But...
But I could help you here.
Mr Harrison might let me stay on.
Things might be
difficult at first, I know.
But you'll find your way.
I'll never forget you.
You've made me very happy.
Made you happy?
By your needing me.
By watching you get ready to
start life all over again.
Then you don't want me to stay?
Is that it?
You've a life to go back to.
I've a job to do.
One of these days
I'll be leaving here, too.
No one can turn their backs
on what they're meant to do.
People who mean something to each other
never say goodbye.
Not really.
I suppose that's because
they're never completely apart.
No matter how many miles
or years separate them.
Then I will see you sometime?
Of course.
For friends,
true friends,
it's a very small world.
Tell Jim from me,
he's a lucky fellow.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Ann, why are you crying?
Because you understand everything.
You understand me.
It's nearly five.
We'd better be going
or you'll miss the bus.
(light orchestral music)
It's due any minute.
Ann,
you're going to have a
wonderful, happy life.
Aren't you?
Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything.
(light orchestral music)
You'll only have about
an hour's wait in Los Angeles.
Then you'll be on your way East.
(light orchestral music)
Here it is.
(light orchestral music)