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Boy!

City desk. Springer.

Okay, standby.

That Gillette jury is sure taking its time.

Fixed juries always do.

Boy, listen, smart guy.

If they don't convict Gillette,

I'll eat the final edition.

Feature section and all?

Not even a fixed jury could ignore that evidence.

City desk. Houston.

Oh yeah.

Hold it a minute.

Well, you can start eating that final edition.

Huh?

Gillette's been acquitted.

- No! - Yes.

Something tells me that 12 good men and true

are going to be riding around

in 12 brand new shiny automobiles.

Why? What's the city coming to?

Hello. The judge make any comment?

Yeah, I got it.

Now listen. Get on those jury men and shove 'em around.

Especially the foreman.

Sink the harpoon.

Accuse 'em of betraying public confidence.

Imply they've been bribed.

Hammer hard, sometimes that makes 'em crack.

Now get on it.

Tod, Tod Swain.

Kill the Gillette editorial

and hold the page for a new one.

Yeah. What now?

Across the street to the courthouse for you.

Yeah. Who's dead there?

Nobody yet.

I want you to get an interview with Gillette.

He's just been acquitted.

Oh, well, thanks for the assignment, Ralph.

No, no, he's too tough.

Hey, wait a minute.

What do you mean he's too tough?

He carries a strong arm squad

around with him all the time.

You're not afraid of him, are you?

- Well- - What are you trying to do?

Be a prima donna and pick your own assignments.

Oh, no, not that, but-

Well then get over there and find out how it feels

to swindle the city out of $2 million and get away with it.

Ask him if he's gonna bid on any more city contracts.

Ask him what he's got to say about the intention

of the district attorney to prosecute for jury fixing.

Wait a minute.

You're getting way ahead of the district attorney.

He didn't say anything about jury fixing.

We're giving him an idea.

That's why people pay 2 cents for a newspaper,

to think for them.

On your way, Tod and pour it on him.

Pour it on him.

But don't get wet yourself.

The Colonel's got the Better Government people

in his office now.

I better go in and break the bad news.

His political machine is powerful and far reaching.

Years of graft and corruption have entrenched it firmly.

This machine will work, even with Gillette behind the bars.

I agree.

If I'm to be elected mayor next November,

we can't rest on our laurels.

We've got to get the better element out to registers.

Right.

Colonel Bogardus and his great newspaper, have been

and will be a tremendous help to us in our cause.

Gentlemen, I've just received the most distressing news.

Gillette has been acquitted.

Think of that, gentleman. Acquitted.

It's an outrage, a travesty on justice.

Ah, the case was open and shut.

30 witnesses to two.

What are we going to do about it?

I'm wondering, what is he going to do about it?

He?

After all, gentlemen,

it was our joint efforts brought Gillette to trial.

Alright, Tod.

- What about Gillette? - Did you get anything?

Yeah. Got this.

Oh-ho! Hey fellas, come here.

Now, wait a minute.

Now don't make a big thing out of this now.

Look, I sent him out after an interview

and look what he comes back with.

Say, that's a beauty. Who gave it to you?

- Nobody gave it to me. - I had to fight for it.

What happened?

Beak McArdle socked me.

Who?

He's Gillette's muscle man.

Yeah, it looks like he hit you with that big cameo of his.

Cameo?

Yeah. You know that big cameo ring he wears?

With a Julius Caesar on it with a broken nose like his own.

Well, you can see Caesar just as plain.

Oh, look. Here's another Caesar right on his chin.

That's my dimple. What do you see-

Springer. What's going on here?

Swain's just been assaulted by one of Gillette's gorillas.

Well, he wouldn't, he wouldn't dare.

Well, maybe I'm wrong.

No, Swain, you're right.

You've shown courage.

Gentlemen, this concerns us all.

When Gillette's thug assaulted Swain,

he struck at "The World" and all it stands for.

Now, we've been fighting him

and this element for a long time.

Now, gentlemen, I call on each and every one of you

to fight him as we've never fought before.

Huh!

You know, that's very, very good, Colonel

and very convincing.

Oh, my good friends the Better Government Committee.

Now, isn't this a coincidence?

You know, I'd been wanting to talk to you gentlemen too.

What do you want, Gillette?

You know, if you had a flute,

you'd look like the Pied Piper with those rats behind you.

You called me that in the paper.

How do you think it makes my wife feel?

How do you think it makes the rats feel?

Oh, maybe you'd like to meet Julius Caesar.

Yeah, maybe you'd like to introduce him to me.

Nah, nah, no, no. Relax.

I'll take care of this, Houston.

Gillette, what's your business here?

It's strictly social.

I just dropped in to pay my respects.

Of course, if I was the kind of a fellow

that you think I am, I might be a little bit upset

about the way that you tried to railroad me into jail.

You, Mitchell, and your Reform Party.

But I'm not the least bit sore. Am I boys?

Nah, he ain't sore.

Hardly none at all.

Mitchell. You'll never be mayor of this town.

And I can probably fix things

so that you won't even be able to live here.

You can't intimidate us.

Well, boys, the big department store owner

that's going into politics.

I'll be getting around to you too, Franklin, in due time.

You don't frighten us, Gillette.

Are you coming, gentlemen?

So sorry that you must leave, men.

But then we'll be seeing each other again soon, I know.

Gillette, you get out of here

and take your hoodlums with you.

Oh, now, Colonel. Colonel.

Now I ask, is that the way to talk to,

to a fellow journalist?

A fellow what?

Get out your pencil and paper, boy.

Here's some copy for you.

Charlie Gillette lately in the paving

and contracting business has just purchased

for a nominal sum, Colonel Bogardus's

hitherto despised competitor, the "Mountain City News."

Preposterous.

And I'm changing the name of the news to "The Sentinel."

Of course, you know what a sentinel is, don't you, Colonel?

He's a fellow that carries a gun.

That's why no self-respecting newspaper man

would work for you.

Oh no. Well, we see about that.

There's a couple around here.

I think I'll grab off right now.

Oh, how about you, Swain?

We closed your eye today.

Yeah.

Would 100 a week open it?

100 a week?

Well, er, 100 a week?

Well-

He wouldn't touch your kind of dough, Gillette. Would you?

Er, well, no. No.

I wouldn't touch your kind of dough.

Okay.

And now for you guys,

I'll double anything you're getting now.

And when I pay off, I pay in cash instead of conversation.

Come on. Come on you mugs.

What do you think this is? Sunday?

Get back in your barrels. Let's turn out a paper.

Hicks call the Temperance Union

to find out what they think about liquor.

You call the weather bureau and find out

why it didn't rain last night.

Tod, you call the morgue.

Hey, for a guy who's only assistant city editor

you're doing all right, you can lay off them.

Just let 'em sleep.

You're the guy I'm hiring, at $200 a week.

Outside, Sentinel.

300?

As City Editor?

Huh?

No, you're wasting your time.

You've had your answer, Gillette.

Suppose you get out of here.

Well, maybe you'll all be outta jobs

by the time I'm through with you.

You too, Colonel. See you after elections.

Are you Mrs. Tod Swain?

Yes.

If it's about the icebox, I gave Tod $2

to pay on it last week.

He paid you, didn't he?

Lady, I'm not the icebox man.

I'm looking for Ralph Houston.

Are ya?

Does he live here?

Practically.

When he ain't eating with my daughter,

he's drinking with my husband.

How much does he owe you?

My name's Garner. I'm with the Standard Credit Company.

There's a balance of $200 on an old loan,

and I was figuring-

$200! You better keep on figuring.

Come on, help me with this.

Hey, you're gonna break somebody's neck stopping that way.

That's okay. We're insured for that sort of thing.

Four bits.

That's my daughter.

Ma! Ma, are you gonna open this door?

Shall I let her in?

You'd better. She'll come in anyway,

Ma!

Land sakes, what happened?

What are you doing home so early?

You lose your job?

Too late for that.

You haven't been fired?

Well, that's a matter of opinion.

Spitzer says I'm fired, but I say I quit.

Oh, these cheap stockings.

They either run or they crawl.

But, Vina, jobs is hard to get.

Yeah, that's what Spitzer just said about blondes.

Now, don't tell me you've had a fuss with your boss.

A fuss?

Maybe that's what they called it when you were a girl.

This was a one man riot.

I was posing for the sheer silk negligee ad.

All of a sudden, Spitzer grabbed me and said,

"What would you do if I was to kiss you?"

Well, I said, I'd give him a smack in the nose.

And he said he was going to anyway.

And what happened?

Well, he did, and I did.

Well, now what do we do?

Well, I don't know what you're going to do,

but I'm gonna take a hot bath.

Hey, who's that, Ma? Anybody we know?

Land sakes. I nearly forgot.

What did you say your name was?

Garner. Mr. Garner.

- Oh, this is Mr. Garner. - He's looking for Ralph.

Would it be all right if I didn't hold these any longer?

Oh, of course.

Just take them into the kitchen and put them on the table.

He's a bill collector.

Uh oh, what's he want?

$200.

- $200 from Ralph. - Hm mm.

Well, that's nice going.

At this rate we ought to be married by 1950 easy. $200!

Yes. It's the balance of an old loan.

He's been paying it off for years, but not lately.

You know the old story

about getting blood out of a turnip, Mr. Garner?

Well, you've never really seen a turnip

until you've met Ralph Houston.

Take it easy.

There you are boys. You're home.

Yes, um.

Hoo hoo, well, so we are.

- Newspaper people! - Disgrace to Whipple Street.

Come on in, doc. Have a night cap.

What? Another?

Tod Swain. You come into the house this minute.

Uh oh. Coming right in, Ma.

Coming right in, Ma.

So long, doc.

That's my father.

You're a disgrace to the neighborhood.

And when you've disgraced this neighborhood,

you've done something.

Thank you, my love.

Behaving like a fool at your age.

Oh, look at that eye.

Drinking again, huh?

Oh, Ma. Please, please, please don't pick on me.

We're celebrating.

Just exactly what do you lions think you're celebrating.

Gillette bought "The Sentinel"

and offered me 100 bucks a week to work for him.

- $100 a week. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, Tod, I'll go and get you some breakfast.

I don't believe you.

Well, believe it or not.

And he offered Ralph there,

job as city editor at 300 bucks a week.

300 a week. Hoppy.

- Well, I'll- - Did you hear that Ma?

Ralph gets 300 a week?

He said Ralph was the best newspaper man in this business.

Oh, he certainly is. How did it happen?

Well, I'll tell you-

Oh dear.

- Oh dear. - What's the matter

with you now.

What are you blubbering about?

I suppose Vina will be marrying Ralph and leaving us.

You're darn right. I will.

Oh!

Well, I'll tell you, Vina, you got the whole thing wrong.

- Wrong? - Yeah.

Why isn't it true?

Well, it's true that he offered me the job, but-

But he turned it down.

You turned it down?

He as good as kicked Gillette right out of the office.

Ow, ow. Well, you did, didn't you?

Oh, honey. Don't take it like that.

You see-

Yeah, you didn't expect us to work

for a guy like Gillette, did you?

300 a week.

Oh, Vina, try to understand.

So you turned it down, huh?

Now holds your horses, Ma.

A man doesn't spend his whole life in a decent profession

and then turn around just like that

and kick it in the pants.

Well, look, honey, Gillette isn't figuring

on running a newspaper.

He's figuring on running a racket.

You wouldn't expect me to-

No, I wouldn't expect you to be anything

but a high-minded mug.

You'd risk your neck for a 2 cents scoop.

You've got the nerve to ask an ax murderer

to hold it for a picture.

There she goes again, Ralph.

But when it comes to making your jobs

pay enough for a decent living, you...

Oh, what's the use?

I'm sick of worms with high-minded principles.

Give me a babbit that'd fight for his family.

Ralph, why don't you be a babbit and marry the girl?

Oh, you heard her? She called me a worm.

Oh, but a high minded worm. That's different.

Nah. She doesn't love me.

Well, I wish I didn't.

What have you got besides a pair of lop ears

and a face like the business end of an old mop.

Sweetheart. Come on.

You shouldn't spoil her that way, Ralph.

What's the matter with you, Vina?

Ever since you've been bringing home

a few bucks a week, you've been awful uppity.

No more uppity, I got fired today.

Fired?

You, you did.

Well, if my menfolk can afford to turn down the big jobs

I guess I can afford to be fired.

Now, Vina.

Maybe I'll get myself a newspaper job.

Attagirl.

You don't think I could?

Oh, sure, sure, sure you could.

Vina the sob sister.

"Advice to Loving Hearts" by Vina Swain.

Now Tod, you know right well

that she was editor of her college paper.

Boy, there was a paper, I mean!

Agnes, get a hold of Willie Schwartz,

find out what's behind the apple

he brought the teacher today.

Get a statement.

Yeah. Get a picture of the apple.

Three column spread.

Jenny Tweet wins spelling bee.

Get a picture of Tweet sitting on her speller.

Get a picture of the bee.

Get a picture.

All right. Go on, laugh your fat heads off.

Many a story I've written for you

when you were too tired to write it yourself.

And you can bet if I got in the newspaper game,

I'd make 'em pay off in money,

not in high minded principles.

Well, who asked you?

Who is that, Ma?

Oh, land sakes,

I almost forgot to put the butter in the icebox.

Well, that's a good start.

But from there on, who is he?

I'll tell you who he is loud mouth.

He's a bill collector.

And all he wants out of your life is $200.

Outta my life?

- Oh, oh. - Oh.

My name is Garner. Mr. Garner.

- How do you do, Garner. - I'm from

the Standard Credit Company.

This little matter has been on our books a long time.

And unless it is cleared up,

the company will have to attach your salary.

Yeah. I uh, I know about that Mr. Garner.

Let's talk about it out here. Huh?

Do we laugh that off too?

Yeah. That's bad.

The Colonel's been pretty sore about attachments lately.

He served notice that the next guy

who had his salary attached would get fired.

Fired? Well, that makes it perfect.

Oh, there's an excuse for you all right.

You're old and licked and a failure. But he's young.

He ought to be different.

A failure, huh?

Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you, Pa.

Oh, that's okay. I guess you're right, baby.

I am a failure.

Oh, no, you're not. You're the finest dad in the world.

A failure. Yeah.

But I don't know, I like to console myself sometimes,

believing that I've always done my job decently,

small as it is.

I'd like to believe that there isn't a day goes by,

but that some poor misguided sap in Mountain City,

or some kid that's landed in the police court,

or some housewife whose foot has slipped,

doesn't thank their lucky stars

that there's my kind of newspaper man here,

instead of the yellow kind.

Yeah. And what's it ever got you?

I got it.

I'll tell you what it's got me, since you asked for it.

It got me a friend, a newspaper man who put himself in hock

for five years so that my daughter could go to college.

So I could go to...

You mean Ralph.

That's why he couldn't save enough

for you two to get married on.

So I'm the one he went in debt for.

Oh, why didn't you tell me, Pop?

Why didn't you make me help pay? It isn't fair.

Well, we're not businessmen.

Okay. Thanks, Cap.

Hey, Tod, get your clothes on.

That was Captain Sweeney over at headquarters.

Yeah. What's up?

A raid. All of Gillette's joints.

Raid of Gillette's joints.

Ho ho boy.

Now where's my clothes?

Effie? Effie?

She beats everything for hiding a man's clothes.

See you later, honey.

Ralph.

Yeah.

Pop just told me what you owe all that money for.

Oh, so he couldn't keep his big yap shut, huh?

You shouldn't have put yourself in hock for me like that.

Well, I just figured, as long as I'm putting myself

on hock for you the rest of my life, I, uh,

I do a little practicing.

When I come back, remind me to tell you

I'm crazy about you, will you?

Nevermind. I'll tell you now.

Here they come.

And don't worry about that job with Gillette.

He'll be out of business before he starts.

- Oh, well, are you coming? - Yeah.

I just love raids.

I wonder what the boys will bring home this time.

- Hey, hurry up, Swain. - We haven't got all day.

Goodbye, honey, see if you can get us any dishes.

Oh, what a day.

You lose your job

and Ralph's gonna lose his.

And Tod's insurance is due.

Oh, well, don't worry, baby. We'll manage somehow.

We always have.

Vina Swain. Related to Tod Swain of "The World"?

I'm his daughter.

Mr. Gillette, I understand

you've gone into the newspaper business.

I've got some news for you that ought to be worth $200.

If it is, do I get it?

If it's worth it, I'll pay you more.

200 is all I want.

Listen, the police of Mountain City

staged a series of spectacular raids

on a number of alleged gambling houses,

supposedly operated by Charles Gillette of "The Sentinel."

But the police dragnet yielded nothing more incriminating

than a few old ladies knitting

and a few elderly gentlemen

quietly playing pinochle for matches.

You get the idea?

Yeah. That's a swell story.

You're okay, Ms. Swain.

Send Beak in. And one thing more.

How much time have I got

to get those old ladies over there?

The police are on their way now.

Is it all ready, Johnny?

Yes, sir.

How's it look?

Oh, very fine. I fixed it exactly as you told me.

Good.

Now you bring it in before you bring anything else.

No, no, no, no. That's supposed to be last.

Yeah, I know it's supposed to be last,

but you bring it in first.

All right, Mr. Houston.

Here I am, late.

Oh, not for you. Come on, slide in.

Darling when you've heard what's kept me-

Oh skip it and gimme a kiss.

One more because we're going to quarrel.

Oh no, we're not.

Yes we are.

Ah no.

No, we're just gonna sit here and pretend

there's nobody else in the world but us

and those stars up there.

Do you know what tonight is?

Mm-hmm.

Engaged three years.

Boy, that's a miracle.

What is?

That you stood me that long.

Mm. It's more of a miracle how you stood me.

Oh, I don't know.

You're a pretty attractive wench.

Thank you.

Even if you are opinionated.

Me?

Disrespectful to your betters.

- Humph. - Filthy temper.

Pig.

Ah, but you're just what I want.

I wouldn't change a bone in your head.

That's right. Go ahead and beat me.

But I do love you.

Well, you oughta.

You're my girl, aren't you?

Mm-hmm. Your girl.

Your engaged girl.

- Ralph. - Hmm.

Because it's our anniversary,

will you promise me something?

Sure. What?

That you won't get angry tonight

no matter what I tell you.

What have you been up to now?

Promise.

Alright.

You know where I just came from?

No. Where?

Mr. Gillette's office at "The Sentinel."

Gillette? What were you doing there?

Getting a job.

Doing what?

Reporter.

Oh, you're kidding.

No, really. I start tomorrow.

Well, don't look so tragic, dear.

You might have known I'd do something about it.

About what?

About paying back some of that money I owe you.

Oh, no, that's out. You're not going to work for Gillette?

Oh, yes I am.

I tell you. It's out.

Well, if we're gonna fight about it,

you might as well know the rest.

I paid off the credit company. Here's your receipt.

Where did you get the money?

Where did you get the money?

From Mr. Gillette.

Yeah. But $200.

Did you get an advance in salary?

No. I, I did him a service.

What service?

Well, I, I tipped him off to the raid.

You did?

Ouch. Johnny, get those branding irons outta here.

Well, don't take it out in the waiter.

Listen, I'm gonna pay Gillette back that money.

You will not.

And you're not gonna work on his filthy paper.

Oh, you wouldn't work for him, I know.

You wanna be an underpaid hack, like my father.

Gillette's a crook and a chisler.

And and so will you be if you work for him.

I will not.

And I'll be working for money and success,

not just the honor and glory of journalism.

You heard what I said.

I'm gonna pay that money back to Gillette somehow.

And you're not going to work for him.

Now wait a minute.

I'm not particularly proud of what I did,

but at least I did it for us.

And you haven't any right to...

You do as I tell you or we're through.

You mean that?

Yes. I mean it.

Well, then we are through.

From now on, you'll advertise in "The Sentinel."

Get it?

You'll remember to advertise in "The Sentinel."

What do you mean by this?

This'll learn you to handle nothing

but "The Sentinel" from now on.

Well, we're doing our best, Mr. Gillette.

Your best is not enough.

I want life, color, dirt, scandal and plenty of it.

I want the low down on every high up in this city.

And remember this, everybody has a skeleton in his closet,

and we're going to rattle 'em until their teeth click.

Ms. Swain is here.

Send her in.

Thank you, gentlemen. That'll be all.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, Ms. Swain.

It's nice to see you back again.

Back from the wars.

Hm-mm.

I must say that you make a charming maid.

Did you have any trouble?

Only with the butler.

He must have been a wrestler

before they put that monkey suit on him.

I hope Mr. Mitchell was satisfied with your work.

Well, he ought to be.

The inside of his desk hasn't had

such a thorough cleaning since it was built.

Find anything?

Run your eye over these.

Why, this is marvelous.

You realize young lady,

you've, you've performed a great public service.

What a story.

Well, I better start writing it.

Yes. Right here.

- On my typewriter. - Oh.

Come on.

Decent men and women

no longer have a voice in public affairs.

Your court of final appeal is the coming election.

You must make your protest at the polls.

The Better Government party,

the party I am proud to represent,

pledges itself if I am elected,

to wipe out- Extra extra!

All about Frank Mitchell.

Frank Mitchell is ex-convict!

All about Frank Mitchell, the ex-convict.

Hypocrite you are!

Please, please keep your seats.

This is a trick!

Frank Mitchell is ex-convict.

Extra! Extra!

Frank Mitchell is ex-convict.

Hello, Pa. What brings you home so early.

Oh, got a little thirsty.

I uh, I've been looking all over town

for a fellow by the name of uh, Frank Mitchell.

Have you?

Yeah.

I heard he was looking for a new maid

and I just wanted to tell him to advertise

in "The World" next time.

That's a great little story you spilled there.

Pretty cute, wasn't it?

What would you give

to be a smart reporter like your daughter?

Well, I wouldn't give a dime, myself.

Incidentally, you could have saved three bucks

on that maid's uniform.

How?

By coming to me.

We've known that story about Mitchell for 15 years.

You have?

Hm-mm. But we never used it.

Why not? It's news, isn't it?

Well, that all depends upon how you look at it.

15 years ago, Frank Mitchell

took a gal to a fraternity dance, you see?

Maybe he's doing a little one arm driving.

Maybe he's got a drink or two in him.

But before he knows it, they crack up on a telegraph pole.

He wakes up in the hospital

and they tell him the girl is dead.

I'd hate to have a thing like that on my conscience.

Oh yeah, yeah.

Well, Mitchell didn't feel any too good about it either.

He's been trying to live it down

ever since he got out of the pen.

You know, a guy like that deserves a break

and every decent newspaper has given it to him.

And then to have a dirty, rotten, yellow rag

like "The Sentinel" tear him apart.

Just when he's doing the best work of his life.

Yeah.

I wanna see Vina Swain.

- I'm sorry, Mr. - Mitchell, but I'm a reporter.

And if you're a political candidate-

I know. It was a good story.

Well, I've come to finish it for you.

Tell them everything I've been living for is gone.

My career, my friends, even my wife has left me.

It's a thorough job you did.

And it's only right that you should see the finish.

Oh! Oh!

Don't touch anything until the police get here.

Hello, World. City desk.

She's my daughter. Can't you understand that?

I...

I won't do it.

She's your daughter. Yes.

But that's all the more reason for teaching her a lesson.

A lesson she won't forget.

But I love her, Ralph.

I-I can't hurt her that way.

I love her too.

That's why I'm asking you to do it.

Well, that, that don't add up to me.

Why doesn't it?

You knew all about Mitchell, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Yeah, we all did. But we didn't use it, did we?

No.

Well, she did.

And because she did Mitchell killed himself.

And she's to blame and you know it.

And aren't you wondering what she'll do next

if she isn't made to realize what's right and what's wrong?

Oh believe me, I am. I'm plenty worried.

Well, so am I.

Then do what I tell you.

It's for her own good.

All right, shoot.

Here's your lead by Tod Swain.

"Tonight my daughter...

Tonight my daughter killed a man."

I killed him.

I killed Mitchell just as surely

as if I'd pulled that trigger myself.

Right there at the bottom of the stairs.

"It was a good story." He said.

"Well, I've come to finish it for you." And then he-

Oh, stop it, Vina.

You've got to stop. You're not to blame.

Stop thinking about it.

And then he did it.

I can still see him standing there, just before he fell.

And they talk about yellow journalism.

This is the filthiest example of it I've ever seen.

Look, Vina. Look.

"Tonight my daughter killed a man."

Pop wrote that. My own father.

Oh, it's unfair. It's shameful.

You're not a criminal.

All you did was a good job of reporting.

Every single word you wrote about Mitchell was true.

You know, this article is Houston's work.

I know, I know it hurts.

But you might as well take it.

They're afraid of you, Vina.

They're trying to hound you out of the business.

But you won't let them do it,

because you've got too much nerve.

Now don't you lose it?

What are you pussyfooting for?

Just act natural.

You. What about you?

Vina's gonna be awful mad.

Uh, uh.

Oh, Ralph, what am I going to say to her?

Just say, uh.

Don't say anything.

Just take her in your arms and tell her you forgive her.

Well, just like that. Huh?

Go on.

Uh, Effie? Vina?

Maybe they're upstairs.

I...

I-I can't.

Effie? Vina?

Well you see, I guess they're not speaking to me.

She's probably up there crying or something.

Go on up and, and try to make her understand why we did it.

I'll be out in the kitchen.

Effie? Vina?

Effie, dear.

Vina.

They're gone. Both of them.

Their clothes are gone too.

Yeah, I know.

What's that?

Well, I never thought Effie would do a thing like this,

especially to me.

Guess you can blame all this on me.

Oh no, it's no use blaming anybody, Ralph.

She's wrong. And we're right.

That's all there is to that.

But being right makes you feel pretty darn sick sometimes.

Oh, don't let it get you down, Tod. They'll-

Effie too.

I never thought she'd walk out on me.

Ever.

Say, Tod, how would you like it if I stayed here with you?

You know, just so you don't get lonesome.

Be kind of nice running this place

without any women around for a while.

Here. Put these on.

I'll tell you, I'll go out and pick some grub and some beer.

How about you got any beer out here

in this new ice box of yours?

Here, I'll say you have, plenty of them.

Say, I'm a pretty good cook.

What would you like to eat?

"We're going to a hotel until we can find an apartment."

Is there any baloney out there?

You know what's the matter with you, Mr. Ralph Houston?

I'll tell you what's the matter with you.

You drink too much.

Oh, let me alone. Will you?

Who cares if I drink myself to death?

Oh, well, I do.

Oh.

I do, I do. Because you're drinking my beer.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Well, now that's a fine state of affairs.

What's the matter?

Why it's gone.

Somebody's been drinking my beer.

Maybe you got mice.

I don't want mice. I want beer.

You'll catch it. You forgot to turn the light off.

Pardon me, Mr. Ralph Houston,

did anybody ever tell you that you are very ignorant.

No, never.

Well allow me to be the first.

Let me show you something.

When the door opens, the light goes on.

And when it closes,

the light goes off all by itself.

How do you know?

How do I, how do I know?

What is?

Well, anybody knows that.

Lemme show you.

Look at that.

You see? It's on.

Now it's off.

I still say, how do you know?

Well, how, well it stands to reason, doesn't it?

If you open, when the man, you pull it...

Besides, the salesman said so.

Yeah. Well, how does he know?

Well, he sells them, don't he?

How does he know?

Well, I don't know how he knows.

I never thought of that.

Yeah.

Maybe he's lying.

Let's find out.

Come over here.

Come over and stand with me.

Now watch now.

Did you get it?

No.

You see? You don't know.

Well, I...

Well, no salesman's gonna put anything like that over on me.

Yeah. Here, hold on, hold on.

Take those. Take those.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna settle this thing once and for all.

I'm going to find out for myself.

- That's the old spirit. - Yeah.

If there's anything I dislike is mis-misrepresentation.

Here, take this.

- That's the old fight. - There you go.

Put, put that somewhere.

Here, do, do something with that one.

Find out about this thing right now.

Nope, nope.

Now, now you, you close the door

and count one, two, three.

One, two, three.

Did the light go out?

I don't, I couldn't see. It's too foggy.

Try it again.

No, no, no. You had your chance.

Come on. Get outta there.

Now wait a minute. Wait a minute now,

I couldn't- That's bad reporting.

Come on.

Well, I couldn't see, you didn't give me a chance.

Let a good reporter get in there.

Well, oh, good reporter? Ho, ho.

Good reporter. Oh.

You close the door and count to three like I did.

Then open it quick.

Alright, go on. Good reporter.

- You all ready? - Ready.

Alright, here it is.

One.

Two.

Two and a half.

Two and three quarters.

Let me out. It's cold!

Ooh. Three.

Hey, open it up. It's cold in here.

It's cold in here.

Well, are you satisfied now the light went out?

No, I bumped the bulb with my head and it broke.

- Oh, well, wait a minute. - I'll get another globe.

Open it up. Come on!

Let me out of here now, Tod!

Somebody's changed the wording in my story.

I didn't say those elevators were dangerous.

All I said was they were antiquated and overcrowded.

Oh, Vina, don't get so excited.

I changed your story.

You made it too mild.

Well, you had no right to change it.

My name's on this story.

Vina, I know what I'm doing.

Those headlines are true.

How do you know they are?

My own engineers inspected those elevators.

Sure, why I'll lay even money,

one of them elevators falls before Saturday.

Beak!

Of course, we hope they don't fall.

But then there, there is a very grave danger.

Now, Vina, have confidence in me.

Well, I have, but you might've told me.

Well, I was going to.

Well, sorry I blew off like that.

Well, that's all right.

Why aren't you more careful how you crack.

That girl's no fool.

You're right, Coach.

I guess my brains were asleep.

You know, I've been working so many nights lately.

All right. Forget it.

Well, anyway, Beak, even if you do talk too much sometimes

you do know a lot about elevators.

Don't ya?

Is Mrs. Swain at home?

I believe so. Just a minute.

Ralph.

Oh, oh, Ralph, how are you?

You look fine.

So do you, Mrs. Swain.

How's Tod?

Well, that's what I came to see you about.

Is there any place where I could talk to you alone?

Anything the matter with Tod?

If you don't mind, Mrs. Swain, tell Vina

I'll be waiting downstairs in the car for her.

Thanks.

Has Tod been drinking?

No. He's sick, Mrs. Swain.

And I figured you ought to know.

Sick?

Yes, he's had the flu for weeks

and I, I've been trying to take care of him,

but well, I can't be with him all the time.

And he's got a pretty high temperature

and I don't think he ought to be left alone.

Oh, mercy me. Of course not.

You can't tell what the flu might lead to.

He gets pretty restless and tosses quite a bit

and somebody ought to be there to keep the covers over him.

What's the trouble, Ma?

Your father's sick. I'm going home.

But...

Hello, Vina.

I don't suppose you'd be human enough

to go with your mother.

That's funny. After what you two did to me.

Now look, Vina.

You can be sore at me if you want to.

But don't blame Tod.

I made him write that story.

That's very interesting, Mr. Houston.

I was fool enough to think you loved me.

I do love you.

That's why I couldn't stand

seeing you make a fool of yourself.

That's why Tod and I did it, for your own good,

to teach you a lesson.

You taught me a lesson I'll never forget.

Ms. Vina Swain.

Yes. Come on in.

My they're lovely. You can put them down there.

I wonder who sent them.

Franklin must be crazy to think he can sue me for libel.

Every word of my story was the absolute truth.

Well, it better be.

I read your story this morning

and I can tell you right now,

I wouldn't want to have my byline on it.

Fortunately, it's none of your business.

Ready, Ralph?

Ma. There's no need to tear off like this.

If Pop's really sick we'll send him a nurse.

Nurse nothing. I'm going home.

That's what I married your father for.

To keep the covers over him.

Goodbye, Vina.

Will you be needing me, Ms. Swain?

Oh, I don't need you.

What do I need anybody for?

I'm doing all right.

Sure you are, Ms. Vina.

You ain't forgetting the gentleman waiting downstairs.

Tell him that...

Tell him I-I can't go with him tonight.

And a good, good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.

This is Ronald Oakes speaking

from the Franklin Department Store,

where today under the auspices of the "Mountain City World,"

a series of tests is to be conducted

by expert engineers from out of town

to ascertain whether the Franklin store elevators

are safe or unsafe, as has been publicly charged.

Now I'm going to ask Mr. Ralph Houston

of "The World" editorial staff

to say a few words about these tests.

Mr. Ralph Houston, will you take the mic please? Thanks.

- Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. - Franklin and his engineers

are going to test these elevators

with 6,000 pounds dead weight,

which is twice the amount

they are ordinarily required to carry.

In a few minutes, you will know for yourselves

that these accusations are entirely unfair and unfounded.

Thank you.

Alright, take it up.

There goes the first elevator, ladies and gentlemen,

with 6,000 pounds of dead weight aboard.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a rigid test

to prove the safety of these elevators

and the quality of Franklin's Store service.

And now it's at the top.

What are you doing here?

Well, Papa, we're going upstairs with Santa Claus.

Get outta here.

Why?

You heard me. Scram.

We've just seen the first elevator

pass its test with flying colors.

Oh, hello, Vina.

Come to listen to the circus.

I've been listening.

Maybe we're wrong.

Sit down.

We're not licked yet.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the remaining elevators will undergo

the same test simultaneously.

Here they go, folks.

Three elevators rising together

with their overload of lead and sand,

they've passed the second floor.

Everybody's holding his breath.

They've reached the third.

A great deal depends upon this test.

A fourth and going steady.

A difference of opinion between two great newspapers

will be settled in the next few minutes.

They've reached the top.

An issue of a million dollar libel suit

by the Franklin Store hangs on the matter of seconds.

And still they're coming easily.

They've reached the third.

Everybody's holding his breath.

The second. And still they're coming.

The first. The first.

It's over folks.

Every elevator in the Franklin Store

has been proved safe after being tested.

Well we were wrong.

Now what do we do?

Do? Well, we'll do the right thing.

We'll publish a retraction.

Just wait.

Houston, we've been exonerated.

I can't tell you how I feel.

Right now, I'm more interested in the way Gillette feels.

Anything wrong?

Yeah, but I guess it's too late

to do anything about it now.

Well, I'm going up and call the Colonel.

Tell him I'll call him myself.

I wanna thank him.

That's all.

Next car going right up.

Hello there.

Say, don't you get tired of looking up at people.

Yes, sir.

Here, we'll fix that.

There, now you look down at everybody.

The cables are slipping!

Just write a sincere dignified retraction.

Put it on page four.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's been an accident.

One of the elevators fell from the top floor.

As soon as we can get the mic through the crowd.

I told you.

We don't need alibis now.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the elevator was loaded with women and children.

Ambulance calls have been sent

to every hospital in the city,

but the extent of the injuries

or fatalities is not yet known.

- Well, there's your story. - Get busy and cover it big.

Splash it all over the front page.

"The Sentinel" will ask that Franklin be indicted

for manslaughter if there's one single death.

Yes, sir.

- Well, you warned them. - They wouldn't believe you.

They had to find out this way.

Some 15 people were in that car

and nearly all of them have been injured.

Ironically enough, one of the passengers

was Ralph Houston of "The World,"

who was conducting the safety tests here this afternoon.

Ralph.

Vina, where are you going?

Ralph's been hurt. I'm going to him.

No, you can't do that.

I've got to! Let me see him.

Use your head.

Don't you see, Vina?

He'd be at a hospital before you got there.

Why don't you call the hospitals, find out where he's gone.

Get me General Hospital.

Did you hear? It came off pretty-

Shut up!

This is nothing to gloat about.

General Hospital. Give me the receiving ward.

It's a horrible disaster.

Hello.

Have you brought in a Ralph Houston yet from "The World"?

You dumb cluck.

Fine mess you've got us into.

But boss-

I wanted those elevators to fall during the test.

- But boss, we couldn't be sure. - We couldn't call our shots.

Shut up.

I told you that dame's nobody's fool.

A few more cracks outta you

and she'll start putting two and two together.

We're gonna get her out of town and fast.

Here.

Give this to Hopkins.

And standby. I'll be needing you.

Hopkins.

Get me St. Luke's quick.

Any luck?

Listen, have they brought in anybody

from the Franklin Store yet?

From that elevator?

Yep.

Mr. Gillette, our reporters can't get in

to cover the accident.

Ralph Houston has put a cordon of police around the place.

The lucky devil falls six stories and never gets a scratch.

And now he's scooping us.

What'll I do?

That's your lookout. Get the story.

Ralph's been hurt.

Here's the chair.

What? What happened to him, Doc?

Elevator fell at Franklin's. He was in it.

How bad is it?

Shock mostly.

Bad ankle and slight concussion.

He's passed out again.

Thank heaven it's no worse.

That's bad enough, ain't it?

He was conscious when I got to him.

Didn't wanna go to the hospital,

insisted on coming here.

Maybe uh, maybe a little stimulant might bring him to.

We don't need liquor.

Stop thinking of yourself.

Lucky, that was a long fall.

- Heh, the fall was nothing. - It was the sudden stop.

Oh, the cable's slipping.

Look out, kids, we're falling.

There you go, sister, now you can look down on everybody.

6,000 pounds.

Best engineers in the world.

There's something wrong with that cable.

Look out!

What's he saying?

Pay no attention to it, Mrs. Swain.

They never make sense when they're delirious.

Makes sense to me.

Now you can look down at everybody.

Guess I'll get my hypo.

Hello.

Mrs. Swain.

I'm supposed to call you up and tell you Ms. Vina

had to leave town in a hurry.

Vina left town?

When?

10 minutes ago.

Why didn't she call me up herself?

So much of a hurry that she couldn't come up

and say goodbye to her own mother?

Where's she gone?

Copemont. Oh, that's a rough place.

Who went with her?

What man with a funny nose?

Beak, Beak McArdle. I don't know him.

What's that?

A lot of men sitting down at the bottom of a coal mine.

What are they sitting there for?

She didn't say how long she'd be gone.

Oh dear.

All right, Daisy, I suppose she'll be writing me.

Yes, goodbye.

Oh dear.

I don't like it.

Heh-heh. Neither do I.

Hey, get back in that bed.

No, no. I'm okay.

They sent her out of town awful quick, didn't they, Doc?

Why? What have they got to hide?

Listen, you're running a temperature. You can't go out.

Vina's gone to see some miners who are sitting down in...

Tod, what are you doing?

Get outta my way, woman.

Oh, but Tod.

Tod, you come right back here.

Yeah, I know, Coach.

But she's been beefing all along about staying here.

And if the strike is settled,

how am I gonna keep her here?

That's your job.

The lid's off back here.

She doesn't come back until I tell you.

Yeah, I'll do my best, Coach. But...

Hold on a minute. Here she comes now.

Beaky, old boy. It worked.

I got the story. So hurry up and pack.

We're going home.

Yeah.

- Say, what are you doing? - Teething on that ring.

I'm biting this here emperor on the nose.

So it look like the one I lost.

Did you ever try a wristwatch with gravy?

No.

She's back. Got her story.

Says she's going home.

What way am I gonna stop her?

You mean it, Coach? The hard way.

Check.

Okay, check.

Say!

What right do you got to come busting in here this way?

- The right of a father. - Where's my daughter?

Say, don't go talking like that. I'm a married man.

Pop. What are you doing here?

Oh, ho ho.

Oh, you're wrong, brother.

No, I'm a wronged father.

Oh, nobody's been wronged. He's my bodyguard.

Oh, bodyguard. That's pretty good.

Bodyguard. Oh, that's what you say.

Listen you, I planted this ring on your eye once see?

Oh, that's a new one, ain't it?

What happened to Caesar?

Leave him alone, Beak. He's drunk.

Yeah, yeah, I'm drunk. I'm drunk.

I'm cockeyed.

Say, listen. Listen.

How, how did you know over at "The Sentinel" office

that those elevators would fall?

We ain't talking about that.

Well, we knew because we had our own inspection.

When? How?

- Well, just before- - Stop broadcasting.

Vina, my girl. You're a fool.

What do you suppose they got you out of town for? Huh?

Well, I'll tell you.

So you wouldn't have to answer

any awkward questions at the investigation.

Shut up. Or I'll smear you all over the woodwork.

That elevator fell because somebody greased those cables.

You're crazy.

Oh, not crazy. Just slick like loose cables.

Sit down! Both of you.

You got nothing on me.

It's gonna be pretty tough on you

stranded here where Gillette can't do your thinking for you.

Yeah?

You've been using mechanic soap, haven't you?

You think that's evidence?

You're darn right it's evidence.

Where's your cameo?

Right here.

That's the new one.

I can change my jewelry.

The jeweler that put it in the new stone

found grease in the setting.

Well, whatever.

Yeah, plenty.

I found your broken nose cameo and a can of goo

by the elevator cables.

I guess that's evidence.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you won't be there to give it, neither of you.

You are so dumb. You panic me.

What's eating you?

He really imagines that you'd walk in

on a killer like him without stacking the cards.

What do you mean?

She means the cops.

They're out in the hall. They're everywhere.

So your only chance is to bargain with me.

You ain't nobody. You can't bargain.

No. Well, I could fail to identify you, couldn't I?

I could give you a chance to beat it, couldn't I?

How do I know you'll do it?

He doesn't want you. He wants Gillette.

He's willing to trade a rat for a wolf.

Make up your mind.

Well, what do you say?

Call off the cops.

Okay, but not before you sign this.

I suppose this says I shot Lincoln.

No, it says you greased those cables on Gillette's orders.

You better sign. That's the cops.

I can trust you?

Oh, oh sure.

You don't look very innocent with that cannon in your hand.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

- Officer Schweitzgable. - Are you out there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Alright. Sit down there.

Yes, sir.

Sit in his lap.

What?

Sit in his lap.

This thing's got to look domestic.

Wait a minute.

Sit still.

Now, let's see. Put the arm around there.

Gimme that.

That's it.

Hmm.

Come in, Schweitzgable. Come in, alone.

- Is that the man? - Yes.

Are you married?

Sure.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Hey, wait a minute.

So you won't marry my daughter, eh?

What is this?

Please don't take him away.

You've broken an old man's heart.

I'll stand by you, Beak.

I don't care if you are married.

- You double crosser. - Shut up!

Oh, Beak.

If I were you, Miss, I'd get down on my knees

and ask my fine old father to forgive me.

You're right.

Oh, forgive me. I made a horrible mistake.

Take him away.

Me, pinched by a dame from the welfare department.

Get out, Romeo. We'll show you.

Oh, you darned old crook.

You're the greatest news hound in the world.

Well, you gave me a little help, you know.

Oh no. It was you.

Oh no. No.

And were you good in that father forgive me scene.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I haven't had much practice lately.

Oh, Pop.

Oh, come on. Come on now.

We've gotta get outta here.

We're going to tear Mountain City wide open.

I won't stop to pack. They can send my things on later.

Alright.

What name?

Mr. Gillette?

Yes, sir.

No, sir. I can't get him.

He's done been arrested.

This is me, the bellboy.

The girl ain't here neither.

All that I know is she started back

to Mountain City with her father.

I heard 'em say they were driving.

Now listen to me and then get going.

Get out the big car, get a road map

and figure out a spot where they've got to pass and then...

Well, if either of them get back to Mountain City,

it's going to be just too bad.

Alright.

Somebody's shooting at us.

Here they come.

Put 'em down.

Look out!

Hang on.

Switch off those lights and hang on tight.

Oh, they went past. I hope they don't come back.

Yeah. So do I.

I'm gonna stay on this road.

I think it joins up with Route 61.

Eh. Switch on those lights again will you, baby.

Ah, that's better.

You got a cigarette, Pop?

I think so.

Hold the wheel, baby.

No, I haven't got any.

I'm all shaky inside, are you?

I'm all right.

Thanks, Pop.

For what?

Not rubbing it in.

Oh, forget it.

I have made a star spangled fool of myself, haven't I?

Well, you wouldn't listen.

I wouldn't either at your age.

I thought I was pretty smart.

You're smarter now.

Oh, Pop. Bawl me out or sock me or something.

If you don't, I'm gonna cry.

Ah!

What's the matter?

It's the stitch in my side, I guess. Huh.

Come on, Springer. Give us the lowdown.

Yeah, what's it all about?

Wait a minute.

I don't know what it's about.

The Colonel wants to talk to the whole staff.

Keep your shirts on.

My good friends.

Some of you have been with me for a long time.

You've been trustworthy, loyal,

and you've done your jobs well.

It is therefore understandable that it saddens me

to have to address you now for what is possibly

the last time as your chief.

- Last time? - I don't understand.

I repeat, as your chief.

The edition we have just put to bed is our last

under my management.

I've just sold the "Mountain City World."

Well, Colonel,

we sort of like to know who bought "The World."

That is of course if you don't mind telling us.

Why, to be sure, to be sure.

That enterprising enabled publisher

of the Mountain City "Sentinel" Mr. Charles Gillette.

Pop, what's the matter? Pop!

Ralph. Oh, Ralph!

Ralph!

Tod. Where did he come from?

What's the matter with him?

Hah. Drunk again.

He's not drunk. He's hurt.

They've shot him.

Shot him?

Tod, who did it?

Gillette's thugs. They tried to stop us.

Get a doctor quick somebody.

No.

No doctor.

What are you talking about?

Tod, you going to be all right?

Sure you will, Pop.

No doctor.

Signed confession in, in pocket.

Photograph for, for front page.

Sure, Tod.

A big story, Ralph.

Vina will finish it.

You can trust her.

Just, just state the facts, baby.

In simple language.

Yes, Pop.

And make the paragraphs short.

Remember...

Well gang, he's dead.

They've killed him.

And do you know why they've killed him?

Because he got a story that'll send Gillette to the chair.

Gillette, do you hear? Your new boss.

Easy, Houston, you don't know what you're talking about.

I don't, don't I?

Here it is, a signed confession.

Beak McArdle admits he greased

those elevator cables on Gillette's orders.

What?

Well boys, we're working for a murderer now.

What are we gonna do about it?

I know what I wanna do.

Edit his paper for him tonight for the first and last time.

Are you with me?

I'll follow you, in anything decent.

Decent? I'm not asking you to be decent.

I'm asking you to get out a yellow sheet tonight.

Donovan, dig out everything we've got

on the Morgan banker Robinson.

Write the truth on why he left the state.

Why he had to leave.

Adams, you give me a column and a half

on the society mob that's really running the numbers racket

in this burg.

Houston, you can't do that.

I can't. Can't I?

Reed, you know why Judge Ewing resigned,

but the public doesn't.

Now get going. You're gonna tell 'em.

Well, what are you standing there for? Get going.

No, you can't do it.

Why not?

That's what they want, isn't it? Sensation and scandal.

It killed this paper. It killed your father.

Let it kill the town.

That's not what my father died for.

You'll be what you've taught me to be.

What you've always been yourself, a decent newspaper man.

She's right, Houston.

The police will take care of Gillette.

No, he's beat the cops too often.

But he won't beat us. We've got the confession.

We're gonna rub Gillette out with his own newspaper.

Now you're talking.

Clear the decks. We're making over.

Reed, get a cut of this confession.

Joe, get through Copeland.

Tell him Beak McArdle is wanted here.

The rap is murder.

Come on, honey. You've got a job to do.

Tell 'em how he died and why.

You can do it, kid.

Give 'em everything.

Boy.

Stand by Ms. Swain and bring me the copy

as fast as she writes it.

Brooks, get me pictures of the kids

killed in that elevator crash.

Donavan, I want a rehash of that story, now jump on it.

Elliot, you know Gillette, know his rackets. Pour it on him.

Boy!

When you finished, come to the circulation room.

We're all news boys tonight.

Come on, men.

Gillette's a murderer. You understand?

Here. Read about it.

Gillette's a murderer! Gillette's a murderer!

Gillette's a murderer!

Extra! Gillette's a murderer.

Extra!

Gillette's a murderer. Read about it.

Extra!

Gillette's a murderer.

Gillette's a murderer!

- Gillette's a murderer! - Read "The World."

Come on, boys. Let's get Gillette.

Jim, the whole town is flooded with these.

Gillette's mob did it.

They've got Beak's confession!

Boss did you see this?

Gillette. The whole town is headed this way.

What? What?

Operator.

Operator!

There he is!

Come on.

Grab his arms.

Stop him!

Go on, get away!

I got him.

Keep them away, boys.

Don't let 'em get me, will you?

Look, you take care of me and I'll take care of you.

You understand, don't you?

We'll take care of you!

More coffee.

No thanks.

I was just thinking that somewhere there's a heaven

for used up newspaper men.

Pop's up there looking down on us

and knowing we've done a good job.

Yeah, he's probably sitting up there

thinking he could have done it better.

Ralph.

Yeah.

Where do we go from here?

It doesn't make much difference, does it?

As long as it's together.

Success!

We sent the whole town on his tail.

The prosecutors' indicting Gillette

for murder this morning.

Franklin's called a meeting

of the Better Government people in his office.

They're talking about buying the paper

and putting you in charge.

You're the man of the hour, Houston.

Yeah, Ralph, you're a big man now.

All right. All right.

Come on, honey. I'll take you home.

Say you guys better start getting out a paper

or there'll be no "Mountain City World" today.

Yeah. What about it?

Elliot, you take over while I'm gone.

Okay, Ralph.

Come on gang. On your barrels.