All language subtitles for Hold Back Tomorrow (Hugo Haas, 1955)

What did you do that for?

Well, I couldn't let you drown.
─ Why not?

What's it to you?
─ Well I mean, you could have ..

Why do people always have to
mix in other people's business?

If you want to live, they won't let you.

If you want to die,
they won't let you either.

Well, what do you want from me?
You want me to throw you back?

It could have been over by now.

Tell me. If it wasn't
against the law, I'd do it.

Go on, Jump! I won't even turn around.

How about having your fortune told, huh?

How about having your
fortune told, lady?

How about it? Huh?

No thanks. I know everything about myself.
─ How'd you know you know everything?

It just happens slowly.
Come on, step right in.

You don't believe, huh?
You'd be surprised.

Show me your hand.
Come on, just for fun.

Ah .. you have a long life-line.

That's exactly what I need.

Oh, see this here? You'll meet a handsome
young man .. and you'll fall in love.

He'd better be waiting
right around the corner.

And see that line there?
That shows that you ..

Oh, step right in Bob,
step right in. That's good.

Extra! Extra! Read all about
the brutal slayer Joe Cardos.

Joe Cardos to die at dawn.

Extra! Extra! Three times killer
Joe Cardos to die at dawn.

Extra! Extra! Joe Cardos to die at dawn.

Extra! Read all about
the brutal girl-slayer.

Extra! Extra! Three-times killer
Joe Cardos to die at dawn.

Read all about the brutal girl-slayer.
Extra! Extra! Read all about it.

He's quite young.
─ Thirty-one.

How do you think a guy like that feels?
─ Will you let me read?

How many did he kill?
─ Three.

Must be a maniac. All girls, huh?

If you let me read,
I'll tell you about it.

He's got such a nice face.
Looks like a boy.

Are you kidding? Those baby
faces are the most dangerous.

He's a killer alright.
A beast. A monster.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Sure. Look at that jaw-line.
─ I think I remember that trial.

It's the way he made love to girls.
He strangled them.

It says here that he said
he feels no regrets.

He refused a lawyer and a request
for commutation of his sentence.

Your sister's here again,
for the third time.

She wants to see you to say goodbye.

I said "No".
I don't want to see nobody.

Nobody, you hear!

Be sensible, the girl is crying. You
can't refuse her, she's your sister.

I said "No" and that's that.

Leave me alone.

How about the Padre? He's also waiting
for your word .. he'll give you comfort.

I don't need no comfort.
I want to be left alone.

Don't you feel the need to prepare
yourself .. for the final hour?

Look Warden, don't worry about me.
I'm prepared, so leave me alone!

It's your last chance to make
peace with your conscience.

Don't give me that fancy talk. You make
peace your way, I'll make peace my way.

Have you any special wish?
Your favourite food? Anything?

Nothing. Just that stinking black coffee
of yours and cigarettes. That's all.

According to the law, on your last night,
you can have any wish granted.

Yeah? I'd like to shave
the Public Prosecutor.

I'm glad you didn't lose
your good humour, Joe.

I'm glad you're glad. Goodbye.

Did you ask him?
What did he say?

Did you tell him that ..?
─ Of course I did.

He's mad at the whole world.

He shouts, and refuses any
sensible suggestions.

He doesn't want to see anybody.
Doesn't want any food.

He's as stubborn as a mule.

Maybe if he could see me,
he'd talk to me?

Just for a moment.

I can't force him, my child.

If he doesn't want to see you
and the Padre, that's up to him.

According to law, I have no right to ..

Oh come, come. You can't go
on like this. Eat something.

Come on, drink some tea.
And you stay here and wait.

Perhaps he'll change his mind later on.

I doubt it. Seems to me
his mind is made up.

He sounds cold, almost cruel.

Why, he hasn't a decent word for anybody.

The guards tell me he just shouts, curses,
and throws himself around like a madman.

I'm here over seventeen years. I've seen
a lot of tough guys walk to the gallows.

On the last day, they all,
usually soften up a bit.

I remember you told me once ..

That even the toughest convicts at the
last moment, break down and cry.

And call for their mothers.

His mother died when he was
a baby .. I'm his step-sister.

Oh, what a lucky guy.

This tastes like ink!

You dirty rats! Can't I get
a decent cup of coffee?

Fresh coffee. What do you want?

The Warden's wife made it herself.
─ Yeah? Well tell her to drink it.

Oh what's the difference.
Good coffee, bad coffee.

In a few hours it's all over.

The whole lousy mess.

Now he complains about the coffee.
─ Let him complain. He's nuts.

Raging like a maniac,
all day and all night.

Nerves!

He can't fool me. They all go
to pieces in a different way.

You should see the others.
The whole house, dead silence.

They don't talk.
They just sit there and brood.

A funny thing ..

There's still some kind of respect for the
"majesty of death" as the Padre calls it.

Yeah.

Turn on the radio. Let's have some
music. I feel a little sick myself.

Nice tone. Must be quite expensive, huh?

It's a portable. Made in America.
Anniversary present from my boy.

That's nice. You must
be proud of him, huh?

I had good luck. He turned out alright.

You never can tell though.

Every kid is all of the good things
and all of the bad things in him.

Depending on how it turns out.

Maybe that Joe Cardos was a good kid too.

[ bell rings ]

Here we go again. Gentle Joe.

Yes? What can I do for you?
─ Get me the Warden.

Look, he's just resting a bit.
Why don't you just ..

I don't care if he's resting or snoring.
Tell him I want to talk to him.

Go on! Beat it!

Go faster you lazy cockroach.
I haven't got as much time as you have.

You wanted to see me, Joe?

Yeah .. I changed my mind.

I don't want to be alone.
I want company.

That makes sense, Joe. Who do you want
to see first? Your sister or the Padre?

Are you kidding? I want to have fun!

Alright. Whatever you wish.
Do you want to play cards with me?

I'll be glad to stay as long as you wish.

That would be a lot of fun,
wouldn't it Warden.

I said I wanted to have fun.

I want a girl.

Well, what's the matter?
I want a girl to keep me company.

Yeah, and some music.
Two musicians will do.

I hope the government can afford it.

I want to have a party.

What do you expect me to do about it?

Wait a minute. You said it
yourself, just a little while ago.

How did you put it? Oh, yeah ..

That according to the law,
I've got the right to my last wish.

"Anything", you said.

Well .. I mean, the law has its limits.

In my opinion. After all, you can't
make a dance-hall out of this place.

But the law says ..
─ Then the law stinks!

The law's against me on one side. It could
be for me on the other, don't you think?

You brought it up.

You gave me this law.
So go out and do justice to it.

Well, what's the matter?
Don't you know where to look for them?

If you don't,
I'll tell you a few places.

Well, there's nothing doing gentlemen.

Some of the girls are superstitious,
and some are just plain scared.

Scared of what?

You can't blame them.
After all, he is a strangler.

One girl more-or-less.
What's the difference to such a guy?

There's nothing to it, lady.
The girl will be protected.

There'll be the guards and the musicians.
I tell you there's nothing to worry about.

Look, what do you want me to do?
If I were younger I'd go myself.

Oh, I'd love to be strangled
by a professional.

And as for musicians, why don't you
try that little café down the street?

Hey, what about that girl "Dora".
─ Who?

You know, the one that used
to work for you as a waitress.

Yeah. Yes, we know of a girl, gentlemen.
She used to work here as a waitress.

I met her just yesterday,
or was it the day before?

Anyway she's in rough shape. She really
needs money. She'd take any job, I know.

Can you tell them where they'll find her?

She lives in that corner
house on Minerva Street.

What's the address? It's next
door to the funeral parlour.

Oh yes. I know where it is.
What's her name?

Dora .. Dora Garde or Garber.

I don't know. But if you go by there I'm
sure they can tell you where she is.

Well, thank you very much, ladies.
─ Goodbye.

Goodbye boys. Come again,
when you can stay longer.

I admire your courage.

You've got a lot of nerve to
show up here on Monday.

I'm sorry. I know I ..

Always the same story.

I try my best but ..

Something is wrong with be.
I must be sick or something.

I'll try to get a job.

By tomorrow morning, I want
this room clean .. and empty.

You understand? Empty.

I've got my responsibilities.
The gas is shut off.

And tomorrow morning
they turn off the electricity.

[ door knocks ]

Who is it?
─ Police. Open up.

It's open.

What do you want?

Are you Dora .. what is it?
─ Garber, I think.

I'm Dora alright, but my name is Garvin.

That's alright. It must be you.
─ How do you know? Garber isn't Garvin.

Did you ever work for .. what's her name?

Uh, Cabot. Miss Cabot.

No!

Oh, I work for a Mrs Carvine.
Maybe that's what you mean?

But for that, I served time already.
So what do you want?

What is it?
─ Well, it's quite a thing.

Did you ever hear of Joe Cardos?
─ No.

You never heard of the killer Joe Cardos?
─ You mean the girl strangler?

That's him.

I heard some talk about him. Saw his
picture on the front page a while ago.

Would you like to make some quick money?

You mean, to keep him company?

How'd you guess?

Easy to guess.

After all .. I'm not in the
insurance business.

What else would you need me for?

He wants to have some fun.

Music, dancing .. you know.
To kill time.

Before time kills him .. a good idea.

Well how about it? Two hundred Scobie’s.

Like that.

Just enough for a decent funeral.
─ Huh?

Nothing. How come you picked me?

There are a lot of cute girls around.
─ Yeah, we know.

The trouble is, they're either
superstitious or scared.

Scared? Of what?
─ Well.

He's a killer.
And they're afraid that he might ..

Might .. strangle them?

What's your answer?
We haven't got much time.

Alright.

I still have to change clothes.
I'm soaking wet.

What happened to you?

I took a bath with my clothes on.

Well, let's go.

I haven't got a thing to wear.

This is all I have. I used it
in a show. Is it alright?

Yeah, that's alright.

But maybe he won't like me.

The law says we must
fulfil his last wish.

But it doesn't say anything about
running a beauty contest for him.

For the first time,
the law is on my side.

I'll be right with you, boys.

What are you looking for?

Go ahead.

Is that the best they could do?

If you don't like me, I can go.
I don't mind. I'm used to it.

Used to what?
─ Everything.

I know I don't look too good. I got this
from a soldier. It's too big for me.

My figure isn't bad. You want
to see me before I go?

You're the Boss. Whatever you say.

Smoke?
─ Yeah.

Thanks.

Sit down.

So you want me to stay?

What's the difference? Just for laughs.

Go ahead. Have a good laugh.
I don't care.

Gee, they're strong. What is this?

Hey, maybe you're hungry?
Want something to eat?

Well, just say so.
Everything is on the house.

Like you said before.
I'm the Boss, see.

Hey slaves! Service!
Where is everybody?

You're quite cheerful, considering ..
─ Considering what?

No, I'm not cheerful.
I just spit on everything.

Spit, spit. Understand?
Spit!

So do I. So let's spit together

Hey! What kind of service is this?

Hey .. cut it out will you.
─ Shut up.

Tonight, I'm the Boss, do you hear?
─ Alright Boss. What do you want?

Hey, is this the only wish I was granted?
─ Anything you want.

Just name it. I've orders to please you.

See!

What's your favourite dish? Come on,
you're my guest. Have a good time.

Something warm. Anything.
─ Well, say what.

Take the best. Never mind
the price. I can afford it.

Oh, let me see.
Hot cabbage soup, maybe?

Yeah, yeah. Make it two. What else?

Oh, that'll be all. I've got a weak
stomach. I haven't eaten for days.

How about a nice juicy steak?

No, I couldn't. Really.
─ Something sweet?

Pie, yeah .. do you like pie?

I'm afraid it would make me sick.
The soup will be fine.

Well, you heard what the lady said.

Now beat it Julius, and make
it fast. The night is short.

Yeah, yeah, and where are the musicians?

I don't know. Maybe they're on
their way. I really don't know.

I'll bet .. cheapskates.

The government would probably collapse.

Hey you! Some fresh cheese and coffee!

This outfit makes the lousiest
coffee you ever tasted.

I know. I've been around.
This is my fifth Pen .. rat-holes!

Look at those walls.

Over 300 years old. Should
have burned it down long ago.

Humanity.

It's horrible.
Where are the other guys?

Up there.

This is reserved, for the guy who goes.

Can I have a sip of coffee?

I don't mind what it tastes like.
Just to warm up a bit.

It's poison I'm telling you.

Hey, you should taste my coffee.

I used to be known for making the best
Java in the whole neighbourhood.

Three times boiled over.
Then let it settle.

Then once more boiled over.

Would keep you awake 24 hours.

Let me see.

I've got about five hours left.

That makes me stay awake nineteen
hours after they hang me. Ha ha ha!

Hmm. You are a dull pussy.

I know I'm not much fun.
If you want me to go ..

Oh shut up! Always repeating the same.

If I want you to go, I'll tell you so.

I haven't got much of a choice anyway.

I guess you were the only volunteer?

Probably. The cops said the other girls
were scared. I needed to take the job.

How about you?

You're not?
─ What?

Scared.
─ Why should I be?

To me you look like anybody else.
I've seen all kinds of guys.

They're all nuts.

You're not scared of me?

Didn't you read about me?

I'm a little bit behind in my reading.
I had more important things on my mind.

You don't know nothing
about you Joe Cardos?

Sorry to disappoint you, Joe.

Might have saw your picture on the
front page a little while ago and ..

Heard some nasty remarks
about you. That's all.

What'd they say?

Don't ask me to repeat it. Just some
dames, floozies. You know how they talk.

What'd they say?

Well, if you insist.
That you're a beast, a monster.

One dame said ..

Well come on! What'd she say?

That that's how you make love.
By strangling your girls.

Idiots ..

Pah.

How come you're not scared?

What if I ..?

Go ahead. I don't mind.
─ You're kidding.

No I'm not, try. Just try.
I won't scream for help.

Don't you care to live?

You want to be a nice guy?
Take me with you!

What difference does it make to you?

They can only hang you once.

What did you do that for?

I don't like you.

So what? I'm not crazy about you either.

Is that why you came here?
Because you don't care to live?

How much will they pay you?

Just enough for a decent funeral.

What?

What kind of a crack is that?

No crack. See, my hair is still wet.

I .. I tried to ..

You mean they .. pulled
you right out of the river?

Ha .. what a catch.

If they knew anything about fishing,
they'd throw you right back.

Thanks.

You must be fed up with life
if you'd take this kind of a job.

I told you why I took it.
And I'll go through with it too.

You can be sure of that.
Right after you.

Or maybe we'll meet
down there after all, huh?

Maybe .. who knows?

Hey, maybe we'd go steady together, huh?

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, you look like a dead fish.

That's what I am.

Say .. how old are you?

Twenty-five, believe it or not.

But I feel like a hundred.

Hey, that was fast.

Smells good.

I'll go to bed. My eyes are tired.

Why don't you lie down, little girl?

I'm sure he won't change
his mind any more.

I'd like to stay up if you don't mind.

I'd like to wait, until the end.

Maybe at the last moment,
he'll need somebody.

I can wait out in the hall.

That was good. Filled me up.

How about you?

Lots of onions.

Yeah. Now we'll smell like The Devil.

Cigarette?

No, I don't think I should. It chokes
me right here. They're too strong.

That's all we got.

Or maybe I should.

To kill the onion smell.

Don't tomorrow about that.
By tomorrow it's gone. Ha Ha!

You've got a funny kind of humour.

Humour is supposed
to be funny, isn't it?

You know what I think?

I think you say all these
things just because you ..

What? Because what?

I don't want to make you angry.

It just strikes me funny, when a guy says
all these things right on the, the ..

Doorstep to eternity.

Where'd you pick up this kind of talk?

Oh, I .. I read poems.

What?
─ Poems.

It's .. beautiful words put together so
that they .. do something to you.

It's like a nicer world, like ..

Music or religion .. or ..

Is that what cabbage soup does to you?

Wait. I have one.
I'd like to read it to you.

I have them cut out.

Here you are.

No, that's not it.

That's a nice one too but its ..

Yeah, this is the one.

I'm not very good at reading these, but ..

Pardon me.

By the streams that we rest,
in a land I love best.

In the land where the
willow tree sleeps.

I have planted a part of
my peace-loving heart.

In the hills and there
I would sleep .. shush ..

With a song in the air,
and a heaven so fair.

Let me there in my memory be.

I don't get you .. you must be nuts.

Where'd you dig it up?
What did you read it for?

Oh, I cut it out of old
newspapers and magazines.

But what for?

It keeps me going, sort of.

You see, some people have to hold
on to The Bible, some to star-gazing.

Well, this is my stuff.
Beautiful words.

It's .. like a nicer world.
─ Yeah?

You just said that stuff keeps you going.

Where to?

You just tried to finish yourself off.

And you say you'll go
through with it right after me.

That's true.

But maybe it's because I haven't
got anybody to share it with.

You see you need somebody.

When you eat something good, it's much
better when you can say "isn't it good?".

Or when you're in a movie
and watch a tender love-scene.

You want to squeeze somebody's hand.

Oh, I got tired of reading all these
beautiful things to myself.

Let me read some more, please.

That was enough. One time.

Looks like you come
here to read me poems.

Well, there's still time
to get another girl.

I don't want to spoil your last evening.

So, I'll never forgive you.

Say, why don't you make up your lips,
or comb your hair? Or something ..

Do you think it will help?

Let's see .. I don't know.

It's still wet.

I'll try my best to lift up your morale.

Ha ha .. hey .. you've got humour too.

But you make the same sour
face even at your own jokes.

I can't help it. Even if something
strikes me as funny, I can't laugh.

What do you mean, you can't laugh?

Just what I said. I don't
remember that I ever did.

Oh, that's a lot of nonsense.

I never heard nothing like that.

Honest .. I must be a freak or something.

You could put me in a
sideshow or a circus and ..

They could make cracks, tickle
me, and I'd never laugh.

I'm not joking. It's .. how shall I say?

I don't remember the words but ..

Some don't have enough red corpuscles
and some don't have enough vitamins so ..

I don't have ..
─ You trying to make fun of me?

Oh, why should I make fun of you?

And wind of fun would that be anyway?

This thing loused up my whole life.

When I was a kid ..

Other kids didn't want to play with me
as I was always sad, and never smiled.

Later on, I lost jobs .. and boyfriends.

You know .. people want to see a smiling
face no matter how crooked the smile is.

You know, I used to stand in
front of the mirror for hours to ..

Try to learn how to smile.
It’s just frozen.

See I .. I can make a grimace.
Something like a smile but ..

It doesn't reach the eyes.

Isn't that funny?

The queerest thing I ever heard.

It's like that story
about the sad Princess.

Her father promised his kingdom and
his daughter's hand in marriage ..

To the guy who could make her laugh.

Yeah, I remember something about that.

Hey, you could play the lead in it.

I sure could.

[ whistling ]

Say, I bet you I can make you laugh.

Go ahead, try it. Maybe you can win
the King's daughter's hand in marriage.

But if you don't care anyway,
what's the use?

Yeah, what the use? Blah, blah, blah.

[ whistling ]

[ whistling ]

[ whistling ]

I got to go to the ..

I'll be right back.

[ knocking noises ]

[ knocking noises ]

[ knocking noises ]

[ knocking noises ]

You look different.

What did you do to yourself?
─ You like me better now?

What do you care? You'll get your dough.
So what's the difference to you?

Every woman has ambition.

Come on, put your arms around me.
Come on, come. Get up.

Let's dance.

We don't need music.
You can whistle.

Don't let me go away from here
with the lousy feeling that ..

I'm not good enough even for a ..
─ Even for a criminal.

For a guy that's going to hang in a
couple of hours. Is that what you mean?

I didn't say anything like that.

Now, let me alone!
I don't want any charity.

You're a funny guy.

You order yourself a girl. A ..

Entertainer, and you
expect the real thing.

Yeah, I guess I'm mixed up too.

What do you mean, "too"?
I'm not mixed up.

No? .. Ha!

I can see right through you, Joe.

You want to laugh in the hangman's face.

But it won't work.

You want to play tough.

But there's something
about you. Something ..

You're like a little boy who
wants to play big and strong.

But he don't want to admit
that he's shaking in his boots.

Shut up!

I didn't ask for a psychiatrist,
I asked for a girl.

Well ..?

Oh, forget it.

Why did I put on all that war-paint?

You guys are a mystery for me.

All my life.

Honest.

What kind of creature is a "guy"?

They're all the same.

I don't want to tell you my life-story.
Don't worry. It comes to my mind that ..

In all these years, I could never figure
out what all of the fuss was about.

When I worked in a factory, and ..

When I worked in a dime-store.

The same thing .. always the same.

Then I was a waitress.

Scandals .. broads .. black eyes.

Broken bones.

And then finally .. came the dance-hall.

That was the worst .. what a jungle.

Sailors .. peddlers .. crooks .. drugs.

They were all brutal, impatient, cruel.

All in a hurry to get what they
wanted if they had to kill for it.

You know, you're the first guy
who seems human to me.

Who has .. emotions
different from the others.

I mean it. I'm not trying to kid you.

You're a guy who doesn't want
me because he's not in the mood.

Because I'm not his type.

The others didn't care.
The same hungry bunch of ruffians.

Always ready to take what they could.

Don't push me away.

I don't know why, but somehow
you seem alright to me.

I know guys. I can tell.

You're not a killer .. you're just a
poor little boy who got into trouble.

That's not a killer's hand.

Maybe this hand killed because
it had a desire to stroke, to be nice.

Even a hand can be mixed up, you know.

What the .. what are you trying to do?

Get out of here! I don't want to
listen to any more of your nonsense.

Go on .. get going!

Shall I ring or shall I call?

You don't want me to go, Joe.

You just don't like what I say.
Even if you know it's true.

Look Joe, we're both in the same boat.

At the end of the road, with no
tomorrow and no future.

We've got no reason to pretend
to each or to lie to each other.

We can't even say "what
would you think of me?".

What's the difference?

Come on Joe, relax.

Be a nice guy and tell
me about yourself.

I didn't read the papers,
so I know nothing about you.

How did you get into trouble?

What do you care?

What's it to you? Leave me alone.
I don't want to talk about it.

They said something that you
"choked your girls to death".

That's a lie.

It all started with one guy .. that rat.

Oh, if I could, I'd kill him again.

What did he do to you?

He was my best pal .. my friend.

Always patting me on the back,
making me feel good.

So he could drag me into his dirty deals.

He made you a sucker, huh?

You said it. What a sucker.

What an idiot I was.

What did he do?

Dragged me in on all his dirty deals.

When they busted and he was in a jam.

He was so sorry. So innocent.

Four times I took the rap for him,
and kept my mouth shut.

The lousy double-crosser.

He looked like a shabby Romeo,
and had a touch of TB.

And I had to protect him, the poor fish.

I had to get in all the fights,
take all the beatings.

Because he was so poor and helpless.

Rat.

Paulo .. his name was Paul,
but he called himself Paulo.

He sure was smart.

Knew all the angles.
Knew how to handle me.

I always fell for his little tricks.

And then one day he took me
backstage at a burlesque theatre ..

And introduced me to a girl.

"Annie", they called her .. big ..

Everything in the right places.

Gee, what a dame.

I flipped, I must say.
He knew it, the rat.

And then when he was sure I was hooked,
he started talking of a big deal.

A hold-up job .. I was to do it.

He would just supervise the whole thing,
and wait in a safe place for his dough.

I .. I didn't want to do it. I ..

I done a lot of jobs before.

I'd had a lot of fun with Annie.

I didn't want to lose her and go to jail.

So .. we had fights.

That's where Annie came in.

She sure helped push it.

Big blue eyes get bigger and bluer.

She started a sweet song about
going over the border together.

And having a lot of fun.
Buying a nice little joint.

Horse races, gambling, smart sports cars.

She .. sure sounded good when she talked.

So, she talked you into it?

Ain't you a smart girl.
How'd you guess?

Go on, Joe.

What the heck are you?
A news reporter, or my confessor?

Just a friend, Joe.

And if you don't believe me,
then just a curious woman.

Go on.

So, what do you want to know?
That we loused it up?

We figured everything wrong.
By accident, I shot a guy.

Found I was behind bars waiting
trial for robbery and murder.

So what else do you want to know?

That Paulo left me in
the cold, as always?

And Annie kept her big,
beautiful mouth shut.

That I had no accomplices.
That I was on the job all by myself.

And nobody came to see you?

My Sis' .. Clara.

Poor kid.

Hated to look in her eye.

She came every day.
Begged me .. to tell everything.

Make the others pay too.

And maybe help myself a little.

But I was stubborn.

One day she gave me the news that my girl
and Paulo were out having fun together.

Well, that did it.

There I was, croaking behind bars,
and they're out having a big time.

I saw red.
Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.

I only wanted to see with my
own eyes how they carried on.

I was stronger than the prison walls.

So, one day I broke out.

And I saw with my own
eyes what I wanted to see.

I had no gun .. no knife.

Just my two bare hands.

I waited until she left
his swank apartment.

Then I had a final talk with him.

Gee, was he scared ..

Trembling, pleading.

Ha ha. Almost funny.

Then I caught up with her.
In her hotel room.

All of a sudden, she looked like
a snake or a lizard or something.

She kept lying right
up to her last breath.

So, how do you like it?

Nice.

Are you sorry?

Sorry? For what? For whom?

I'm never sorry for nothing.

Not even for your life?
─ No, not a bit.

I don't believe you.

Are you sorry for yours?
─ Sure I am.

I'm not ashamed to say so.

I'm sorry for everything that went wrong.

I cried my eyes out.

Yeah? I never cried.

Never in my life.

Never I tell you!
Not even when I was a kid.

My father chained me to his
iron bed and beat my like a dog.

I never cried. Never!

How about your mother?

I didn't know my mother. I wasn't
two years old when she died.

You know a little while ago when
you told me how it all happened.

I mean, the whole mess.

I think I saw something in
your eyes. Something ..

How was it, in that poem?

Oh don't give me that.
You and your crazy poems.

I'm telling you, I was a kid, thirteen.

A gang at Gregory Mills beat me up,
cut my hair, threw me in the river.

But I never cried .. never!

That's a lot of nonsense.
Everybody cries.

Every normal human being.

So why do you want me to believe that ..?
─ You said you never smiled.

So I never cried. There you are!

You were sad and never learned
to smile. I was stubborn.

And just because they
wanted me to cry, I wouldn't.

I'm never sorry, and I never cried.

That's sad, Joe.

Crying is good for you.
It gives you relief.

I like to cry .. it helps me a lot.

Why don't you try it?

Are you out of your mind?

Do you want me to cry when they
put the noose around my neck?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe if I say I'm sorry,
they'll let me go home, huh?

That's not the point Joe.

You don't cry for the others.
You cry for yourself.

I always cry when I'm alone.

I won't cry while I'm here.
You can be sure of that, but ..

After I say goodbye to you and leave.

I'm sure I'll cry .. I'll cry very much.

I don't get you.

Why should you cry when
you say goodbye to me?

Why, why .. why do
you have to ask "why"?

I just .. feel that I will.

What's the use of looking for reasons?

Wait a minute.

You said you'll cry after I go.

I don't want nobody to feel sorry for me.

Maybe I'll cry because
I feel sorry for myself.

Because I didn't have the good
luck to meet a guy like you.

I mean before it was too late.
For both of us.

Joe.

I can see that you're ready to cr ..
─ Cut it out.

That's a lie!

You're making up something.
Trying to mix me up.

I told you, I never cry!

Alright, you've said it already.
Ten times at least.

But maybe you're afraid
of your real feelings.

Why don't you try it?
It will do you good.

Shut up you crazy dame!

What are you trying to do?
─ I'm trying to help you.

To help you, you fool.
Don't you understand?

But you're afraid that it might work.

That's why you yell and scream
and shout like a mad man.

That's why you play it big and stormy.
And maybe you're a coward.

Shut up! Nobody will call me a coward,
do you hear? Nobody! You cheap little ..

Say it! I'm not afraid to hear the truth
about myself. But you are, you coward!

Joe .. when you look up again,
don't feel ashamed.

I'm just so proud of you.
Don't spoil it.

You know, I feel so near to you, Joe.

Nearer than I've ever felt
to anybody in my life.

It isn't love, it can't be.

It's something more. It's like ..

Oh, I can't think of the words.

I can feel it but I can't say it.
Isn't that strange?

Joe .. look at me.

What is it, Joe?
What are you staring at?

You're smiling.

Am I?

Yeah. Yeah. Can't you feel it?

Why, you look so beautiful
when you smile.

I .. I almost can't believe it's you.

Oh, I'd like to write a poem, about
the miracle of tears and a smile.

And I'd like to have it printed
in newspapers, with my name.

Maybe some other lost little soul
would cut it out and read it.

And cry ..

Oh, I like your hair.

And those stubborn eyes.
Why didn't you shave?

Isn't it strange that after all this
horror, dirt and confusion ..

That I feel that you're
the first man in my life.

What is it Joe? What are
you thinking about?

I had a dream last night.

A strange dream.

I walked to the gallows .. and they
put the noose around my neck.

Dropped the trap-door.

The rope broke and I fell to the ground.

And the prison bell started to ring.

As if to proclaim a
miracle had occurred.

You see, the law says that when
something like this happens.

The convict's life must be spared.

It's considered a sign of providence.

Well, I guess providence can't be
bothered to perform miracles for my sake.

When I woke up I .. I could still
hear the prison bell ringing.

Isn't this strange?

I remember there was something
in the paper about you.

That you refused a request
for commuting your sentence.

Why did you?

I don't know.

I hated the whole world.
I hated myself.

There was no reason.

Now it's too late.

Maybe not Joe.
Why don't you do something?

Oh, it's no use. The Warden told me that ..

The request has to be filed long before.

It has to go to the highest
court and the President.

Now, let's forget about it.

By the way .. what's
your name, beautiful?

It's about time you asked .. "Dora".

Dora.

Dora.

It's the only thing I like about myself.

I think it's a pretty name.

Dora .. yeah, yeah, I like it.

Joe and Dora.

Joe .. and Dora Cardos.

Why did you say that?

"Dora Cardos" .. don't you like it?

Sure .. I t think it's alright.

That's your name now.

Sure.

And tomorrow you'll buy me a ring.

And we'll go looking for a little place,
somewhere near the harbour.

I like the smell of oily waters
and the sound of steamboats.

When were you born, Joe?
─ February.

What day?
─ Nineteenth.

Aquarius .. wonderful. I'm Pisces.

It's a lucky combination.

Pisces and Aquarius.
We'll be happy, you'll see.

I'm sorry Joe.

I just wanted to forget
for a little while.

No, that's alright. I understand.

I'll think of you .. at the last minute.

The last second.

And I won't be scared.
That I can promise you.

I .. I want you to find my sister.

Clara. You can tell her that ..

Hey, wait.

I can hear music.

Yeah .. I can hear it too.

Gee, I'd like to dance with you.

How about it?

Joe, I don't think we should.
─ Why not?

Well it, it just isn't
right at this late hour.

You mean we'd wake the neighbours?
─ Oh stop that, Joe.

I don't like it when you make fun of ..

What is it Boss? Any special wish?

Yup.

Hey, what's that music there, Julius?

Oh that's my portable. Plays nice, huh?

I'm sorry if it's too loud.

Stop calling me Julius. I'm "Carlos".

Well uh .. look Carlos,
mind if I borrow it for a while?

You mean? Why sure, why not?
I'll be right back.

I don't like it Joe.
I don't feel like dancing.

I do.

I don't believe you.
You're just showing off.

So what? It's my night,
and I'm the Boss, see.

I feel good. I feel great.
Believe it or not.

I want to hold my girl in my arms.

You are my girl, aren't you?

See Dora .. it's a funny thing.
I'm not ashamed to tell you.

I never felt about a girl
like I feel about you.

All I ever knew was ..

Floozies, gold-diggers,
molls, pick-up girls.

But you ..

Don't make fun of me, Joe.

If I'm not a pick-up girl, then who is?

Oh no.

You're as clean as a girl can be.

You're an angel.

So good, so kind, so human.

Like a nurse, a beautiful nurse.

Who knows how to wash wounds
and clean away all the bad scratches.

I can't tell you how I feel about you.

Gee I, I think I'm in love with you.

Say it again.

Little did you smile, lady.

Say it again. I think I've
never heard it before.

I love you .. I love you.
I love you .. I love you.

[ radio song ]
♫ Hold back tomorrow ♫

♫ My darling, wave to me ♫

♫ And with your kiss,
hold back the dawn ♫

♫ Hold back tomorrow ♫

♫ This thrill you bring to me ♫

♫ We'll make our love, last on and on ♫

♫ Embrace me tight ♫

♫ So we can be certain,
life's magical curtain ♫

♫ Will forever stay drawn ♫

♫ Somewhere tomorrow ♫

♫ Eternal ecstasy ♫

♫ Hold back the stars ♫

♫ The moon in its flight ♫

♫ Hold back tomorrow,
love me forever tonight ♫

My son, I took a chance and
came a little ahead of time.

Perhaps you've changed your mind, and
would like to make peace with Our Lord?

Joe Cardos, I must ask
your friend to leave.

Wait a minute, Warden.

Padre .. I know I refused
to see you before.

I'm sorry.

But now I'm glad you've come.

I'd like to ask you to marry us.

Dora and me.

I'm very sorry,
but I'm afraid I cannot do it.

Why not? .. It's part
of my last wish, Padre.

Because it is against the regulations.

It's against the law.

Isn't there an exception to it?
─ Not to my knowledge.

Not even if you ask the Governor
for special permission?

It is not the concern of
the Governor, my son.

It is the law of the church.

I'm sorry, but I must perform my duties.
Would you now ask your friend to leave.

Wait a minute Warden.

Padre, I .. I'm sure you care
very much to save a soul.

To let me make peace
with The Lord myself.

That's why I'm here
my son .. to help you.

I ask you .. humbly ..

Don't let me go like this.

Make us man and wife.

Please .. I beg of you.

Well, if I am to do that.

There are certain conditions
that you must satisfy.

I'm sure that the Warden will permit me
a few moments alone with you two.

Now that you have made
your peace with God.

We can proceed with the ceremony.

Thanks, Padre.

I'll tell them down there
what a nice guy you were.

Don't recommend me too highly.

We shall proceed in a moment.
I'm expecting two witnesses.

A Mrs Gilliam, the Warden's wife and ..

Here they come ..

That's my sister.

You understand of course, that the
ceremony will be quite simple.

Will you join hands please.

Do you Joseph, take Dora for
thy lawful, wedded wife?

I do.

I will.

Do you Dora, take Joseph for
thy lawful, wedded husband?

I do.

I will.

With this ring, I thee wed, and I
plight unto thee, my fidelity. Dora.

With this ring, I thee wed, and I
plight unto thee, my fidelity. Joseph.

I now pronounce you Man and Wife.

Smile darling.

Smile.

You look so beautiful when you smile.

Joe Cardos, in the name of the law,
I ask you now to follow me.

Be nice to her.
She's a good girl.

And I love her.

Smile darling.

Smile.

I'm ready, Warden.

[ Joe's voice ]
"Smile darling .. smile".

[ prison bell chimes. quiet ]

The prison bell ..

Prison bell ..

Oh, Joe's dream.

Oh Lord, make a miracle happen.

Make it happen ..

Please .. please.

[ prison bell chimes. loud ]

T-G