All language subtitles for Tight.Spot.1955.(Film.Noir).1080p.x264-Classics

Excited, Pete?

About what?

Why, about the fact that
you're going to be

one of the biggest men
in the country tonight.

Think so?
Think so?

After 25 years of running
the underworld,

Benny Costain,

the most powerful and feared
man in the country today,

is gonna be weighted
into by one Pete Tonelli.

You got any idea
what Mr. Costain does to

people
who try things like this?

He's not going to be
around to do anything

after you get
on the stand, Pete.

Yeah.
Maybe.

Maybe I'm gonna
be on the stand.

Why, sure you are, Pete!

You're gonna
get on the stand,

and we'll see to it that nothing
happens to you after you do.

We sure will.

Oh, now, look, kid,
it isn't so bad.

See if you can't
think of this joint

as a sort
of a training ground

for future life.

Of course, training for what, beats me.

But I've never been
in prison before.

Half the time, I don't even
know what they're talking about.

Because I don't know,
I do something wrong,

then they yell at me as if
I were stupid or something.

Okay, kid, so now
you could relax,

because you finally got
the first break you've had

since they dragged you
into this trap.

Break?

Certainly, they turned you
over to me, didn't they?

I just happen to know
more about this joint

than those grafters
that built it.

Yeah, but I don't.

Okay, so you don't, so
I'm going to tell you.

Certain things
in the beginning

is more important
to know than others,

and other things is even
more important than that,

and one of the most
important things

in this place is
don't volunteer for nothing.

Don't volunteer?
Now, remember that.

Whenever they come around
wagging their tails,

and trying to act
all warm and friendly-like

about some extra work
that's got to be done,

you don't do nothing.

You just sit there,
like a hunk of wet wash,

and don't volunteer.

Why not?

Why should you help
the very jerks out

that's keeping you
here, for one thing?

And don't ever do one bit more

than just exactly
what you're told to do.

But how do you
get around them?

Okay, supposing
they come to me,

and they say, "Conley, on
this floor, there's a spot."

Do I go ahead and wet-mop
from here to extremity?

Not you.

Not on your life,
I don't.

And what's more,
I don't go over that floor,

except just where they point
out it's spotty, exactly.

And what do we usually
say about that?

You usually say, "Don't
you have no brains, Conley?

"Don't you know we meant you to
clean the whole filthy floor?"

And that always gives
Conley a chance to say...

"If I had any brains, what
would I be doing in this trap?"

Come on, you're wanted
in the warden's office.

The warden's office?
For what?

It's just about time
for the dinner to gong.

Now, don't show off,
Conley. Come on.

Like poor, dumb sheep,
we're moved from barn to stall

and nobody takes the trouble
to tell us why. It's inhuman.

Don't volunteer for nothing.

This way.

When the inmates
are thrown off-schedule,

you can't blame our stomachs
for growling a little.

Hello, Conley.

As I understand it, Conley
will remain in our custody

even though you'll take her
outside the prison?

That's right, warden.

Get her into her
street clothes, Willoughby.

Yes, ma'am.

Anything wrong?

I'm sure if there was, I'd
be the last one to be told.

That will do, Conley.

I don't suppose
it'd do any good

if I ask if my civil
rights is being violated.

I have a court order to make you
available to the federal authorities.

In an unfed
condition?

We won't be long,
Lieutenant.

This time, the inmate's
stomach is not to be blamed.

Four years of too
many potatoes, Conley.

Potatoes?

I thought those were plastic
cotton balls they were testing.

Look out, will you?

Would you mind telling me
what this is all...

Nobody talks to me.

Well, aren't we the real
life-size Boston Blackie's!

Why?
Why?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Hey, look at them
new styles.

I guess maybe
these old rags of mine

must look like
Easter Parade, 1902.

Look, sister,
I wouldn't know styles

if you shoved them
down my throat.

You're sure
of that, huh?

Why, because you had so many
of them shoved down your throat?

Why is it nobody ever thought
of building a nice, big statue

to the first cop who ever
called a girl "sister"?

Because if he
hadn't come along,

the police would sure put on
their bare faces for small talk.

What's it with a cop?

Always got
to call you "sister."

You like "mother" better?

Maybe I'd like
my own name for a change.

Maybe you would.
Yeah, try it for size.

Oh, look!

Polka dots!

Look at that dress
in the window.

I hope you don't object

to a person looking
out their own window.

You'll know right away
if I object to anything.

What'll you do,
light up?

Would the whole world collapse if
somebody was to tell me something?

Somebody will.

Clayton.

Whole floor cleared?
Yes, sir.

How about the roof?
The men are already up there.

What are we gonna
have, a party?

What kind of prisoners
do you keep here?

Willoughby, get her settled.
I'll be back in a minute.

You didn't tell her anything?

What about
the trip down here?

You sure
you weren't followed?

I'm sure I was.
I lost them.

You're positive?
Please.

All right.

What's she like, Vince?

Oh, just like the rest of them
that come through the lineup.

Smart-talking, brassy,
third-class citizen.

And she's our
last chance.

If she doesn't
come through,

we'll be thrown
out of court Monday,

and there goes
our two years' work.

Then she ought
to be in the city jail,

where Costain
can't knock her off.

Let's do it my way.

What's so interesting?
People...

And cars, but mostly people who
can go anyplace they want to go.

Haven't seen anybody
like that for four years.

Who's that?
My daughter.

Are you married?
I was.

He died in France,
in the Normandy landings.

Oh, none of us
never knew that.

It must scare you to death to have a
daughter like this with a job like yours

that always keeps pointing out
what can happen to a girl.

And she's pretty.

Pretty lucky kid to have a mother
like you, that's so crazy about her.

Of course, I am crazy
about her, but...

How did you know?

You should've seen the look on your
face when I said she was pretty.

Willoughby,
send her in here.

I guess they want you
in there now.

Oh, for what?

I don't know any more than
you do, but you'd better go.

You don't, huh?

Oh, we finally arrived
at the place

where somebody's going to explain
this outrageous dragging of a person

from here to there?

Yes, we've finally arrived
at that place, Miss Conley.

Would you please sit down?

My name
is Lloyd Hallett.

I'm an attorney
for the government.

You mean I'm up
for some kind of tax rap?

No, you're not up for any kind
of raps, so you can just relax.

Would you care
for a cigarette?

One for later,
after dinner.

Certainly.

It's just that we thought
that you could be helpful

by giving us some information
about a case that I'm prosecuting.

Case?

What I know about cases you
could put on the head of a pin.

Perhaps I can be a
little bit more explicit.

You do that.

You used to go
around with a man

by the name of Pete Tonelli,
didn't you, Miss Conley?

Go around, you mean like
merry-go-rounds and revolving doors?

I mean, you used to be
a friend of Tonelli's.

Friends, perhaps,
but nothing more.

Miss Conley, there's no danger of
implicating yourself in anything

by any answers
that you might give me.

I'd just like it made clear
that if Pete's done anything,

he can do his own hanging.

Well, that point
is now on the record.

That's good.

You took a trip one time
with Pete, didn't you?

It was on a yacht, and I believe
you went to the West Indies.

Yacht?

Yeah, you know,
those long, white things.

I know what's a yacht.

Some cops has always
got to assume

just because
you've been hauled in

and persecuted
falsely all over...

Persecuted falsely?

I'm sure the Lieutenant didn't
mean to offend you, Miss Conley.

Excuse me, please.

You better watch how you're
kicking my shins, Mister...

Vince, give me a hand.

I thought perhaps
you could use a drink.

Yeah, like some dumb cops
could use some manners.

That much over the flagstones,
Mr. Hallett.

When are you going
to quit asking her

and start telling her
for a change?

Vince, would you like to step out
of this room while I'm doing this?

You going to do it
this way?

Yeah.
Thanks.

There you are.

You're not joining?

No.

I guess where you've been, you
could lap it up all you want.

Well, here's to the boys
in the friendly trenches.

Skol.

Mmm, it's a wonderfully
strong vintage.

I don't know what you're
after with me, Mr. Hallett,

but I will say I like the way
you're going after it...

But I think it's only fair
to warn you

that I've been approached
from every angle

you can think of,
including this one of,

"Let's get her loaded
and see what happens."

I don't doubt it.

Due to some kind
of chemicals in my makeup,

I guess they always
seem to run out of money

before they ever find out
what happens.

Well, thank you
for telling me.

Now, to get back
to this yachting trip

that you took with Pete.

Wasn't this boat
owned by a Mr. Ben Costain?

Well, it must've been owned
by somebody. Yes, of course.

It was a big enough boat.

I can hardly imagine
it being around unowned.

But Costain owned it,
and you were on it

when it went
to the West Indies.

Since when is trips
on yachts illegal?

Miss Conley, I told you, we're
not accusing you of anything.

It's Ben Costain we're after.

How many guys have already
gone after that person

and ended up 12 feet under?

I think the government
has a way to finally get him

if we can get
some help from you.

Me?

He didn't even notice whether I had three
heads or four that whole delightful cruise.

Now, on this trip
to the West Indies,

the boat put in to
several islands, didn't it?

Did it?
You know it did. Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I merely took it
that Mr. Costain

was interested in some
untamed natives, perhaps.

And at one
of these islands,

this man came
aboard the yacht.

Signor Maracelli,
the Italian garden expert.

He taught me
to say his name himself.

Did you notice how long
Signor Maracelli stayed aboard?

Sure.

Until we let him off one
night, near Florida someplace.

For what reason?

Oh, he was looking for
some night-blooming wildlife.

Did he come back to the yacht?

They told us the Signor
was destroyed in a swamp.

Well, these are the people
that you don't doubt their word.

When they tell you somebody's
been destroyed in the swamp,

you don't ask
for wet shoes as proof.

Yes.

Well, Signor Maracelli's real
name happens to be Frank Domano,

one of the bosses
of the mafia.

I thought
he'd get someplace.

And he's been involved
in quite a few murders

since he was destroyed
in that swamp.

And by smuggling a man
of this kind into the country,

Costain perjured his
application for citizenship.

I mean, that when Costain
swore that he was a man

of good moral character,
he lied,

and the testimony
of either you or Pete

could prove
that he lied.

Well...

Unless Pete has
changed an awful lot

from the good old days,

I don't get a very
clear picture of him

busting his back
to call a man

like Mr. Costain
a liar.

How about you?

Well, when I think of it
in connection with myself,

I just don't get no picture
at all, clear or otherwise.

Why not?
Afraid?

Coward would describe
it better, Mr. Hallett.

Don't you think
we could protect you?

I wouldn't want
to put you to the test,

knowing how embarrassed
you'd be if you flunked.

And why did you drag me up
here, when Pete could tell you?

Or has he already
been approached,

and did he spot the drawbacks
as fast as I did?

Pete's dead.

I'm assuming
it wasn't old age.

He was murdered
by the Costain mob.

Well, I wouldn't want to say
I told you so,

but that's a point
I'd like to make.

It was a ruthless, vicious,
unnecessary killing,

just like all the others Costain has
been responsible for the last 25 years.

Well, he's been at it long
enough to get good, all right.

You don't seem to understand,
Miss Conley.

We're trying
to deport Costain,

and it should be everyone's responsibility
to see that we're successful.

That's the way
you feel.

Yes, I do.

And if anyone has the least
bit of help to give us,

it's his obligation
to society to give it.

Yeah, well, if anybody
had gotten anything

but a kick in the face
from society,

I don't doubt he might owe
something back to it.

You realize that you're the only
one who can help us, don't you?

I'm afraid I've been wasting
your time, Mr. Hallett.

Wasting?

The more I think about it,
the more I realize

it was the North Indies
we went to on our trip.

It was the West Indies.

No, I haven't.

Hello?

I'd like to speak to somebody
about your lobster thermidors.

For eating, yes.

You can order anything
you like, Miss Conley.

Well, that's nice to hear.

Only after we've finished
our talk about Costain.

You mean the subject's
not exhausted?

I wish you wouldn't
make up your mind definitely

until you've carefully
thought it over.

My mind was making up
while I was hearing

that Pete was
no longer with us.

I'm not denying
that it is dangerous,

but I can assure you

that nothing is going
to be left undone

to give you every
possible protection.

Yeah, but how can
I even think about it

when I'm famished
all over the place?

Perhaps you're not acquainted
with just exactly

what my rights as a prisoner are
under several already-legislated laws.

Section 3, article 12.
Feeding of prisoners.

Prisoners will be fed
at three regulated intervals

during the daylight hours,
at 6:00 in the mornings,

at 12:00 noons,
and at 5:00 p.m.

Today, these intervals have
been anything but regulated.

Would you like to check my authenticity
in the book of regulations, Mr. Hallett?

Miss Conley,
I bow to your authenticity.

After this, we'll try
and stick to the rules.

Yeah, you do that.

It's me again, about
those lobster thermidors.

Would you like me
to order for you?

No, I'd like the fun
of doing it myself.

All right.

But before I leave,
I'd like to assure you

that no one is going to make you
do anything against your will.

I'm afraid there isn't much of a fat
chance of that happening, Mr. Hallett.

I'll be back later.
Good.

No, I don't want
to talk to the manager.

I want to talk to the man that
cooks those tastefully gay dinners.

You may as well stuff
yourself, too, Willoughby.

Tonight, it's
on the taxpayers.

How'd it go?

I didn't expect much
on the first try.

She didn't jump
at the chance, huh?

Well, what's
the plan now?

I'm going to talk
to the governor

about making a deal
on her sentence

and get a couple
of other things going.

How long do you think we can keep it
from Costain if we've got her here?

I'm sorry to say...

He's got connections
in prison like anywhere else.

He knows
we picked her up.

He knows we haven't arrived
to the city jail with her,

so he'll figure
we've got her stashed.

Well, in the meantime,
please be nice to her.

It won't hurt our cause a bit
if you treat her like a lady.

You think she'll know
what we're doing?

There wouldn't be a lady left if
every time one of them acted ladylike,

she got kicked in the face.

Now, take good care of her.

She's no good to us
if she won't testify.

Yeah, if she's too dead.

Yeah.

Where's Conley?

She wanted
to take a shower.

Shower!
I didn't see any harm in it!

Ow!

So this is what
the police has sunk to.

Willoughby, the next time
she wants to take a shower,

you sit on her lap.
I mean it.

You ever lay a fat hand
on my person again,

and the prison board will hear
about it before I'm even dry!

I won't lose him again.

Dumb slob!

Losing that DA,
so I don't even know

where he's been
for the last two hours.

We'll find out where
they've taken her.

There's no need
to get so upset.

Yeah, we'll find out, eh?

For $200,000-a-year
attorney's fees,

you couldn't even find out they were
going to spring that Tonelli on us.

I don't have all your sources
of information, Ben.

Yeah.

Well?
Nothing yet.

The money I spend
to make sure I got people

in all the places
where it counts,

they can't even find out where
they're hiding one lousy dame.

They leave the prison to take
her to city jail three hours ago.

They haven't
got there yet.

Tonelli, they thought they had
hidden out at Staten Island.

Where do they think this one's
going to be safe?

I wouldn't worry too much
about it, in any case, Ben.

Wouldn't you?

Maybe that's because
they're not trying to run you

out of your own country

and send you to some lousy
place you don't even remember.

She isn't going
to hurt us, Ben.

Hmm.
No, she isn't.

Just let me find out
where they're keeping her.

She's in room 2409,
St. Charles Hotel.

Girl's in room 2409
at the St. Charles Hotel.

Room 2409,
St. Charles Hotel.

Have you ever stopped to consider
what you'd look like completely bald?

What?

My sponsor's product means
exactly what it says.

Yes, folks, this is your old
hillbilly cousin, Mississippi Mac.

Now, say, if up until now you haven't
had any hillbilly cousins in your home,

I want you to open up your hearts,
and I'm going to creep right in.

Oh, brother.

Well, I see we've only been on
the air six hours and 47 minutes,

but we're going to be
on the air until Monday,

and longer than that, if it
takes it, to raise that $50,000.

Leave it on!

Now, if you folks out there
have been saying to yourself,

"What am I going to do with
that old $100 bill

"that's been laying around
the house

"and collecting dust
and curious glances?"

Well, sir, you just send it in
to old Mississippi Mac,

and he'll see that
some boy gets a chance

to lead a normal, bronco-busting,
rope-twirling life.

Yes, sir. And while you're
sending in your donations,

I'm going to sing for you.

I'm a-pinin' for my gal
In Cactus Valley

Well, there never was a gal
kike Sal from Cactus Valley

She can cuss and holler
and rope and yell

She loves like a banshee
straight from El

Paso

Um... He is pretty awful.

Perhaps we better
just turn him off for now

because he's gonna
be on all night, anyway.

Never mind, peeping John.

I made sure there was nothing
left over for you to enjoy.

Bad as it is in prison,

having to share the privacy of your
shower with all the other inmates,

at least we don't have
to put up with being slapped

by the fat hands
of the police.

You've hauled men
in for less.

Willoughby, you got
a needle and thread?

What do you
want it for?

Well, this rag is nearly
strangling all my circulation off.

Maybe there's a seam
we could open up or something

so I won't be so scrunched
and pinched in places.

I could go down
to the drugstore.

You can call.

I'd like a little coffee too.

They'll send that up too.

Afraid I won't
come back, Lieutenant?

All right, go ahead.

Besides, when a person's places
are all scrunched and pinched, why,

something's liable
to bust right out,

and that'd drive all the
peeping Johns in the place

stark staring
crazy, right?

Will you shut up about my...
I won't be long, Lieutenant.

Oh, my pocketbook.
Charge it to the room.

Is that the way
a genuine model does it?

Again, please?

You used to be a model,
didn't you?

How could you tell?

It's on your police record.

Oh.

You models must lead a gay
life for yourselves, huh?

Never have to worry about who's
going to pick up the dinner tab.

Ah...

It's not a gay life?

What's gay about
blistered feet

and a bunch of
sleazy, married guys

with ideas that were stale when
the Romans was eating lions?

Well, how long
were you at it?

Modeling?

Since I was 16.

Sixteen?

Well, what should I have
done? Sold pencils, maybe?

Or gone on relief, of which there
isn't any for 16-year-old girls?

Well, what did you do?
Lie about your age?

Who to?

They're more interested
that you're a real-build kid,

not "how old"
a real-build kid.

Yeah.
Who got you the job?

I was waiting for a bus

one windy day, when
all the skirts was blowing,

and this fellow drives up
in a top-down convertible

and struck up an introduction.

He was a real cornball,

and he sort of looked me over,

and he said, "Well, now, are there any
more at home like you, little lady?"

So I told him the only thing
there was any more at my home

was a brother 6'4" who liked
to knock out teeth for exercise.

Why, I just made this brother
up out of my head for protection.

Yeah.

So, um, then what happened?

And, well,
he went on and said,

"A little girl like you shouldn't
be waiting all alone for buses

"in this big, cold world.

"I'm going to introduce you to a friend
of mine that makes bathing suits."

So I told him I didn't know anything
about how to make bathing suits,

and he said, "No, little lady, you
wouldn't make 'em. You'd wear 'em."

Then he went on to explain
that he didn't mean at beaches,

but at buyers' shows, where these
out-of-town fellows like himself

would come to pick up
whatever looked good to them.

And whatever looks good to these
fellows is that old combination

of "Most girl, least bathing
suit," if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I think I do.

So I got the
bathing-suit job.

And then, for a year there,

we were sort of making plans
for getting married,

until one gloomy day, this
older woman pops up from Omaha,

and she starts crying and
wringing her hands out,

and pleading with me that
I should leave him alone,

for his own good.

Oh, I should leave him
alone for his own good.

Men.

They ought to trade themselves in
for something a girl really needs.

Oh, well, you've got it all
figured out about men, haven't you?

You're all alike.

You only got different faces
so we girls can tell you apart.

Take yourself, for instance.
What about me?

I walk out here
with no skirt,

and your eyes bang out like you
just found some long-lost gold mine.

Oh, sure, everybody's
after you, every minute.

Yeah, it might seem so if
you were sitting in my shoes.

Yeah, well,
you can relax, honey.

Oh, thanks,
I intend to.

Because I could come back from 10
years alone on the moon, half-crazy,

and watch you swimming,
stripped, at the Y for hours

and walk out of there
with no thoughts in my head

except where I could get
myself a good meal.

Now, that was
a crummy thing to say.

Oh, it wasn't as bad
as all that.

Since I was the one
that was insulted,

you might let me be the judge
of how bad it was.

Okay, I'm sorry.

If you didn't know
where I was from,

you wouldn't
talk to me like that.

Now, look, I said I was sorry,
and I mean it.

I'm sorry.

Well, it doesn't matter
much anyway,

since none of us girls never swim stripped
at the Y, even when people are watching.

And how could
you possibly know

that all you'd be thinking
about was a good meal?

You might not be as interested
in food as you think you'd be.

Vince?

Vince?

Trouble on the roof.

Lee, get in there
and stay with her!

Hurry up, Willoughby!

What did I do?

We found him hiding
in the elevator.

Well, I work there.
That's my job.

Maybe he's telling
the truth, maybe he isn't.

He was acting funny.

Well, I'll see how you
would act if about 20 guys

jump on you all of a sudden. Take
him down and check with the manager.

If you make a mistake,
apologize.

Oh, great.

Packer, check these
elevator shafts.

Seal them off
at the roof.

You mean, climb up and
down inside of them?

You heard me.
You heard him.

Yes, sir. Glad you're
a lieutenant these days?

Any day.

Lee?

What was the matter?

Oh, just an
elevator man.

He kind of got
off-course.

Oh.

I was just thinking,

why should I have them
steamed clams for dinner?

So far, you've changed
from lobster thermidor

to pheasant
to steamed clams.

Now you want to change again? So?

Any reason, except maybe you're
trying to bankrupt the government?

Since when does a woman need
a reason for changing her mind?

Anyway, Mr. Hallett
said I could have

anything
that struck me.

Yeah, but he didn't know
what he was saying.

Besides, with
all this changing,

how do you ever
expect to get fed?

Well, it's just that I
want it right when I do eat.

They're going to love
you in the kitchen.

Anyway, I'm canceling
the clams out.

Fine.

When I think how it
was with you cops

the last time
I was framed...

I was hauled in
all over the place,

and when I even asked
for a glass of water

or some legal advice,
what did you say?

"Drop 10,000 feet dead."

Look, I never saw
you before tonight.

Unfortunately,
a cop is a cop.

You were sent up on a charge
of accessory to a crime

and harboring a criminal.

And being a cop,
you couldn't imagine

it might be a phony rap,
could you? I never met

one of you girls yet
who wasn't up on a phony rap.

And why should a cop
strain his brain

to give anybody the benefit
of his cheesy doubt?

All right. What
was this crime?

The one you weren't
an accessory to?

Well, this payroll, where
I was working as a model,

was stuck up.
All by itself?

Or did your
boyfriend help?

So what? How
was I to know

he was going to do
a stupid thing like that?

Didn't he ever do
anything stupid before?

So, all right,
he might have,

but what was he
supposed to have,

his record tattooed on his forehead
or something? Why didn't you ask him

for his credentials?
Oh, now he tells me.

Now, let's see
if I can give you

the rest of the
facts, ma'am.

This guy romances you

and finds out all about
the payroll setup.

Then, when he finally
pulls the job,

he bungles it
and a guard gets shot,

and the boyfriend
himself

probably takes a bullet
in some not-too-vital spot.

How does he do it

with nothing
to go on?

Except the police files
that tell the whole story.

I didn't need
any police files.

That story was
old and stale

when they were
sticking up pyramids.

So, after he gets shot,
he comes running to you,

and you hide him out
in your apartment,

the last place
in the world

the cops
would ever think

of looking for him.

How does he
figure it out

with nothing to go on?

Except a charge that reads
"harboring a criminal."

Well, you did hide him out, didn't you?

So, what's so phony
about the rap?

How was I to know
that he was going to stick up

the joint in the first place?

Then you were a
chump to hide him.

A chump, I was.

But that isn't what
I was charged with.

You don't believe me,
do you?

Well, a jury didn't,
that's obvious.

What jury?

This $75 lawyer I hired
told me to plead guilty

and throw myself at
the mercy of this judge.

The only mercy was he
didn't hang me on the spot.

After serving four years
of this guy's mercy,

next time, I'm going
to put some poison

in the hollow of my tooth.

Anyway, the whole point
of this whole thing is,

I've definitely decided I
don't want any steamed clams.

Okay.

What have you decided
you want now?

Well, I was sort of thinking

maybe I'd have
something under glass.

Like cracked crab

or crepes of chicken.

Well, there's
such a thing.

You want to order
some of it for me?

Please?

I'd be two days
getting up the nerve.

You better do
it yourself.

Uh, somebody
should locate him,

have him call me.

My office here will know
where to reach me all night.

Yeah.

Thanks.

All I've been able to dig up
is that she's got a father

and a married sister
somewhere in the city.

Those are probably
old addresses,

but we'll get on them
in the morning.

Tonight.

Tonight?
Tonight.

Do you realize
that that trial reopens

in exactly 37 hours?

And without Conley
as a witness,

we'll probably be sent
back to law school

for the refresher course.

Okay.

Any news from the governor?

No, he's off someplace,

opening an apple festival
or something.

He'll get back to me
tonight sometime.

If he agrees to commute
the rest of her sentence,

do you think she'll testify?
All we can do

is try it on her
for size.

Yes?

Mr. Rickles to see you.

Who? Rickles, Marvin Rickles.

He says he's the
attorney for Mr. Costain.

Send him in.
I'll go.

He probably doesn't
like witnesses

when he's bribing
government officials.

Don't you want to hear
what he has to say?

I get sick so easily.

I apologize for disturbing you
at this late hour, Mr. Hallett.

Well, what difference
does the time make,

as long as you have
something to say?

Sit down. I'll only keep you a moment.

We've been hearing
some rumors

about another
secret witness

that have disturbed us
greatly, Mr. Hallett.

Well, since I don't
know what you heard...

That you have a secret witness

you're going to spring
in court Monday morning.

Well, my experience
a few days ago

should have taught me that
I can't surprise you people.

I don't know
what you mean.

I mean that you were ready
and waiting for Tonelli.

Are you accusing Mr. Costain

of having anything to do
with Tonelli's death?

Oh, knock it off,
Rickles.

This office isn't
wired for anything,

so don't play "persecuted
client" with me.

Tonelli was a cheap hoodlum
with hundreds of enemies.

Any one of them
could have killed him.

Yes, and the stork could have
brought him in the first place.

Only, I don't believe
that stuff anymore,

because I know,
that on a police force,

even as good as ours,

you can always dig up
one or two who'll sell out.

And you did dig
them up, didn't you?

And they did tip you off about Tonelli.

You may have to back up
those charges, Hallett.

Oh, that's all.

In a hearing
of this kind,

the defense has a right to
question all witnesses beforehand.

You know that, Hallett. I didn't
say I had a witness, you did.

And don't think
I'm going to sit still

for any of your unethical
trial practices, Hallett.

I've been conditioned
to stomach almost anything,

but not to hearing somebody
like you talking about ethics.

Look, here, I don't have to
take this from you... Ethics!

Don't you choke when you
say a word like that, Rickles?

We have certain legal
rights in this case,

and I intend to... You don't
have any rights to anything.

Except maybe to be stamped
out like any other disease.

We'll see what rights we have when
I get you in court Monday morning.

What are you saying
about it? Get out of here.

Hallett, I'm warning you, if
it's the last thing I ever do...

It's going to be the
last thing you ever did

if you don't
get out of here!

Can I bust in for a minute?

Thirty seconds.

I thought newspaper reporters
were supposed to be drunk

by this time
on Saturday night.

Just the ones with money.

What was Rickles doing here?

Trying
to buy you off?

He thinks
I'm unethical.

You know something?

I am.

Whenever I deal
with something dirty,

I always get
a little soiled myself.

I think the whole thing's
a joke anyway.

Costain's
a public menace

who's been murdering
and looting in the country

for 25 years,

and what's he finally
brought to trial on?

Denaturalization
charges.

Well, it's a start.
Mmm.

Now, look, Jim,

if I can get
just one witness

to get on that stand
to testify against him,

then all of a sudden, all the others
who know anything against Costain

will suddenly get courage.

Then we'll start hitting him
with something that counts.

But first, I need
that one witness.

Have you got one?

Your 30 seconds are up.

You might as well
not show up in court, Lloyd,

if you don't have
something spectacular.

Well?

Will you be
in court Monday?

I'll be the one
with the briefcase.

You can only hope he taps
a hole through his head.

Hey, Willoughby, aren't you afraid
that stuff's going to spoil you

for real
police work?

The real thing
is for six-year-olds.

And the girls in these things,
don't they ever get cold?

Not those girls.

Want to borrow
it tonight?

Nah, anything sexier
than Popular Mechanics,

I break out in
a rash all over.

You enjoy your dinner?

I finished
it all up.

Didn't think I would,
did you?

I didn't think you could.
I didn't think anybody could.

What do you say
we drink a toast?

Aw, come on,
Lieutenant.

You have no idea
how long it's been

since I had a toast
with any kind of man,

much less something
like you.

No kidding.

You have no idea
how utterly desirable

you are to a girl.

What's the toast?

Here's to the men
that blow up prisons.

Don't worry, I won't snitch
on you that you drank on duty.

Just make sure you don't
tell what he drank to.

I'll take it inside.

You know,
he's sort of nice.

Is he married?

I never saw
him before.

Oh. What's there about
him that you like?

I don't know.

That he's here,
I guess.

Have you decided
what you're going to do?

About the lieutenant?

No. I mean about Mr. Hallett.

Oh.

Why?

Has he tried to get you
to work on me, too?

You know better
than that.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Hallett tells me
that I owe it to society

to testify at the trial,
as my last living act.

What do you think I owe
to society, Willoughby?

I wouldn't want
to say.

Well, if I was
your daughter,

what would you
tell me to do?

I never tell her
what to do,

but I have tried
to teach her

to face
her obligations.

Well, who says
this is my obligation?

And who wants a hero
with her insides blasted out

with a shotgun?

And how are you
going to be sure

that your daughter
doesn't end up like me?

There isn't any way
I can be sure,

but I can make her feel wanted

and see to it
that she gets

all the love
I have to give.

Those are the things
all of you girls

seem to need
the most.

That's a fact.

All the love I ever got,

you could put
in your right eye.

Yeah, you're right.

A little love
never hurt anybody.

Yeah.

Anything else?

Yeah, uh, tell her about
the governor's offer.

Give her a chance to think
it over before I get there.

I'm leaving right now.

Hey, Willoughby, why don't you
try and get yourself some rest?

The hours are going
to get about 80 minutes long

at 4:00 in the morning.

Mmm, you're right.

Wake me up if you turn that thing on

and Mississippi Mac
suddenly gets funny.

Ha.

I just talked
to Hallett.

He's such
a refined man.

Yeah.

Anyway, he says
he's going to be able

to knock off the rest of your sentence

if you string
along with him

Monday morning.

The whole 11 months?
Yep.

Have you any idea
how long 11 months is

in a place like that?

Long.

Very, very long.

Then that's quite
an offer, huh?

Maybe.

How come you haven't asked
me for a date tonight?

Oh, maybe I figured
it was Saturday night

and you're all tied up.

Or maybe you just
don't like girls.

No, I never
found anything

I liked better.

You know, for a
couple of reasons,

one of them being how much
it costs to feed you...

I just can't figure you
for Pete Tonelli's girl.

I told you, I wasn't.

Yeah, but the boat trips all
over the western hemisphere.

Eastern, western...
How about that?

My actions were as pure
as the driving snow.

And what's more,

Pete was the brother
of Mitzi Tonelli,

who was one of my closest friends
during a certain period of my life.

You mean, that's why
you went yachting with Pete,

because Mitzi asked you to?

No, because he asked me to.

That's what
I mean. Why?

Did he have
any money then, or what?

He didn't
have nothing then.

He was just a poor, ugly,
miserable, little beat-up guy.

Oh, but you just happened to
see something in him that...

What was there
to see?

He had nothing nobody could
possibly want. Nothing.

That's why, when Costain
invited him on the yacht,

to bring his girlfriend,
he was in a real spot.

Who'd go with him?
You.

Sure. I felt
sorry for him.

Ha. He wanted to look good

in front
of this person,

so he thought
if he took along

a kind of...
Pretty girl...

Yeah, a pretty girl?

Well, anyway, he thought I was pretty,

and he figured
if he had a girl

of this particular type along
to hold hands with him

while this other person
was watching...

Well, that makes sense.

It didn't neither.

They never looked our way
once during the whole voyage.

Yeah, but you were always
ready, weren't you...

To hold hands, nothing more. Only hands.

I get the picture.

I guess you think it was
kind of cheap of me, huh?

No. I...

It sounds to me
like the kind of a favor

that only a real nice girl
would think of doing.

You really think that?

Yup.

Well, it was nothing, really.

Anyway, Mitzi Tonelli
was your best friend

at this
particular period...

She could strangle
and never get a tear

from me nowadays. My
true love Is getting buried

In a spot
that I call home

Since the epidemic
took her

I no longer care to roam

When the angels come
and got her

I remember what she said

"Give my shoes
to cousin Helen

"She can wear them
while I'm dead"

Thank you very much,
there, boys.

Hey, folks, now,

we've got to do a
lot better than that...

Television should be so good

that when you close your eyes,
it sounds like a radio.

I'd like some real soft music.

Turn that thing on the left
'til it points to R.

For thin was the smile

On your angel face

And your burning embrace

Captures me thrillingly

Forbidden arms
that hold me

And I am...

Lost
Why are you a cop?

Why not?
Aren't there other jobs

that you could get
that would be better?

Better for what?

Some people like some things,
some others like other things.

I don't know.
I got out of the army,

it was the best job
I could get.

I like it.

You like going around
arresting people all the time?

Well, there's always
the parades.

The fire, desire

Come on, Lieutenant.

I'll keep you
on your toes,

where a good cop's
supposed to be anyway.

Forbidden lips

How madly I run to you

Give you heart gladly too

A victim of
forbidden love

I guess
you're not supposed

to be dancing
with your prisoners.

Are you?

I'm just trying to remember

if the question
ever came up before.

I guess the reason
you're holding back

is because your wife
wouldn't like you to be

dancing with
a girl on duty.

Even off duty.

Oh.

If I had a wife.

You don't?

Last time I looked,
I sure didn't.

In vain

Do I beg you
to let me go?

But the fire of desire

Whispers
"No, no, no"

Forbidden lips

How madly I run to you

Vince!

Give your heart gladly too

Vince! Vince!

Room below this one! All right.

Get the house doctor. Right.

Get some more
men up here.

Oh, Vince.
Operator?

Get a doctor up here. It hurts.

Then get me police
headquarters right away.

Yeah.

Let's get her
in the bedroom.

Here you are.

Now, hold it a minute.
Nobody's going in there.

What's happened? There's been a shooting

somewhere in
the top stories, sir.

Who is it?
No identification yet.

It wasn't the fall from the
top story that killed him.

He was shot
before he started down.

All he needs now
is a well-dug grave.

Ow!

You're hurting me!

How is she? She's got a
crease through the arm...

I want
to talk to you!

You'd
better lie down.

Enough
of this lying down.

I want to go back to
my nice, safe prison.

You're going to have to lie
down and let that shot work.

There are too many shots
already working around here.

You're better off here
than you would be

anyplace else. Yeah, if you're
not dying at death's door,

you're doing fine.

We're all doing the best
we can. Somebody isn't!

Well, I'll give
orders that...

What's the matter
with Willoughby?

Doc!

Get an ambulance over here! She
should've been taken care of first!

She didn't tell us
anything.

I guess she was waiting
till you got through with her.

Oh, no.

It wasn't
too much of a trick

to get up there
from that, Lieutenant.

Fine, thanks.

It was an awful thing
to have happened

on your honeymoon.

I thought it was the waiter
with the champagne I'd ordered.

When I answered the door,
they just pushed right past me

and one of them
covered me with a gun.

How many of them?

There were three, and they
were just terrible to me.

I'd have torn them
to pieces

if it hadn't been
for that gun.

Yeah, it was lucky for them

they thought to
bring it along.

They were wearing
some sort of overalls

and carrying
those short planks.

Everything's under
control, Vince.

Come on back upstairs
when you get through.

Is that blood
on your shirt?

I took two bullets
through the chest, ma'am.

Just routine.

It was actually
three bullets, ma'am.

We haven't told him yet.

All right, let's
hurry up with this.

There were four
of them, not three.

The fourth one held a gun
on the elevator operator

to keep the
elevator ready.

When the deal went sour,

they ran out of the room,
into the elevator,

dropped down
to the basement

and out in the alley, where
they had a car waiting.

I just clocked it. They were
probably out of the building

in 40 seconds.

Well, nice to know
how they do these things.

You still want to move
her to the city jail?

Oh, you mean now?

Now that Costain
knows we got her

and Willoughby's
all shot to pieces?

Now, and not before, when
she should have been there,

is that it? I've got my side
of the job on this thing,

and that's to see
that she agrees

to get on that stand.
Dead or alive?

Alive, and that's your job.

Well, that's what I'm trying
to do. Now, I asked you,

do you still want to take
her to the city jail.

Look, Costain has probably got
this hotel covered right now,

just waiting for us to pull
something stupid like that.

Well, then I guess
we'd better not.

All this hasn't
accomplished very much,

has it?

You couldn't get her
on that stand now

with a gun
in her back.

Then why don't
we just quit?

Wave a white flag
out the window

and maybe Costain
will be nice enough

and not make us
leave the country.

Hi.

Hi.

Mmm-hmm.

How you feel?

Terrible.

I feel groggy all over.

Something funny has been
going on around here.

I couldn't get that dopey from
the dinner I ate last night.

Uh-uh, I'm not going to
drink anything or eat anything

until I know
what's in it.

You couldn't live two hours
without eating. Here.

Uh-uh.

Oh.

Watch.

If we're gonna go,
we'll go together.

See? Come on,
drink it up.

It'll make you
feel better.

Oh, yeah, when's
that going to be?

How's the arm?

Feels like somebody's been
gnawing on it with dull teeth.

Want the doctor?

Only the one
at the prison.

We girls have never been
appreciative enough

of how free from killers
those crummy places are.

How's Willoughby?

Just the same,
no change.

Hey!

I got a surprise
for you.

There.

Well, go on,
open it.

What's in it?

It's sitting
right in your lap.

Why don't you
find out?

White with polka dots!
Hey, hey...

You better look at it
sitting down, huh?

No, I'm
all right now.

Oh!

Good as the
Easter parade, 1902?

Better.

Hey, wait a minute.

Could there be some
sentiments behind this gift

that aren't kosher enough
to write on a card?

What? Government
officials bribing people?

I thought it was usually
the other way around.

What are you
talking about?

Mr. Hallett thinks
that polka dots

are suitable
to make me forget

that visitor at the
window last night?

Oh, no wonder
taxes keep going up.

Nobody uses
their brains anymore,

only their expense
accounts.

Somebody's gonna
get investigated.

Well, did I stumble
onto the motive?

If you say so,
sister, all right.

Oh, so it's "sister"
again, is it?

Yeah.

Well, I don't care how
disgustingly ulterior the motive is,

I'm not going to let it
upset my enjoyment.

So, purely out of
curiosity about the fit,

I'm going
to try it on.

So you can tell
Mr. Hallett quite clearly

that my acceptance
of this gift

doesn't mean that I intend

to get caught dead
on his witness stand.

Hey, the intervals are
getting irregulated again.

Somebody better spring
for my breakfast.

Well? For the fifth
time, it looks great.

I thought so too, but I
just wanted another opinion.

Hey, your breakfast
is out there.

You mean you're not
going to eat?

Imagine me having
to be told such a thing,

but I'm so excited,
I couldn't eat a drop.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

Well, look at you.

Yeah, I got
it on me.

Turn around,
let's see you.

Mmm, that looks like
about $200 worth of dress,

and a million dollars'
worth of model.

Where'd you get it?

What? Where'd it come from?

Well, I thought you
and the government...

Like those grafters
with their expense accounts...

Honey, you and that dress

were certainly made
for each other.

It's the nicest dress I ever owned. Mmm.

More polka dots, for
one thing. Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I really mean it.
I'm sorry.

Where'd you get it?
Get it?

Oh, it wasn't
any trouble, really.

I called up a guy
I know in Jersey,

got him out of bed
at 4:00 in the morning.

He drove in,
opened up his shop,

took him a couple hours.

Wasn't any trouble,
really.

Vince...

You like it?

Like it?

He gave it to me.

Oh?

Well, that's nice.

I wish I could wear it
to church this morning.

You religious,
Sherry?

Doesn't look very much
like it, does it?

No, they used
to try to get me

to go to church
in prison,

but what kind of place
is that to go to church?

Can I have
a cigarette?

Well, there was a time,
when I was a kid,

that I used to go
to church every Sunday.

Mr. Hallett, I hope
you understood

that I meant
what I said last night

about going back
to prison.

Miss Conley, believe me... No, sir, I'm
not fooled by this lull in the killing.

Yes, but if Costain... Mr. Costain
and I are both interested in one law,

the law of self-preservation.

You've heard of it.
It's on the books.

Yes, I've heard of it.

I know what I'm asking
you to do is dangerous.

Take it from the target,
it's very dangerous.

Yes, I know, but until we can get
rid of Costain once and for all,

somebody's life is always
going to be at stake.

Yeah, and since that life
happens to be mine,

I hope you'll excuse me
if I turn and start running.

Well, until somebody
finally has

the courage to... If somebody
doesn't start getting me

on my way back to my cell,

I'm going to start
screaming for some lawyers.

No.

Wait another hour,
just an hour.

It'll take that long
to arrange the move anyway.

Please.

All right, one hour,

but after that, I'm going to
stick my head out that window

and start screaming
for some advice of counsel.

What happens
in an hour?

We've located
her older sister.

One of my men is on
his way in with her now.

And what can she do?

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

You know, I can't
keep her here much longer

if she keeps
screaming to go back.

Why not? She's a prisoner, isn't she?

Well, prisoners have
some rights, Vince.

She wasn't sentenced to battle
the whole Costain mob.

A good lawyer could
beat my brains out

for keeping her here
against her will.

Look, you mind
if I duck home,

get myself
a clean shirt?

Who's on duty? Fred
Packer. He's all right.

He can take care
of anything.

All right, but, uh, don't
stay away too long.

Mmm.

Get in.

Your sister doesn't know
that you're coming.

Yeah, that's
what you said.

Packer?

Make yourself at home.
You want me to clear out?

Thanks, Fred.

Shall I get her,
Mr. Hallett?

Yes.

Won't you sit down, please?

Would you care
for a...

Wow, I had no idea

criminals were
treated like this.

Well, it isn't
always like that.

Maybe Sherry's
been right

and I was wrong.

Maybe it doesn't pay to be
an honest, hard-working woman

who never gets
into any kind of trouble.

She doesn't really
mean that, Mr. Hallett.

She never believes she was wrong
about anything in her whole life.

Hardworking Clara,

would give you the
shirt off her back

if you pay her twice
what it was worth.

How are you, Sherry?

Do you really
care?

Or is that all you
could think of to say?

It's been a long time, so...
Yeah, hasn't it?

How long has
it been, Clara?

Six years? Eight? 11? I was laid
up for quite a while, Sherry.

What did you do,
bust all your fingers

so you couldn't write
a letter or a postcard?

Or maybe you didn't
know I was in prison.

Yeah, Roy heard
about it somewhere...

Oh, how is
good old Roy?

Still kicking kids
for exercise?

I'd better leave
you two alone.

No, you'd better
stick around,

Mr. Hallett, because
I want you to see

what a dumb move
this was on your part.

What was the plan?

That my loving sister
was going to talk me

into going
into that court?

There really wasn't
any plan, Miss Conley.

I merely thought that...
Well, you goofed, Mr. Hallett.

You'd have had
to dug real deep

to find anybody that had
less of a chance with me.

And even if she could've
talked me into anything,

do you think she would have, unless
there was something in it for her?

That's not true, Sherry.

Why isn't it?

You mean you've
changed, Clara?

You mean that these days
you'd bust both of your arms

to help somebody
who was in trouble?

And if somebody
needed a place to stay,

that nowadays, you'd
throw open all your doors,

and dump another
bean in the pot?

It isn't my fault.
Roy didn't want

you to stay.
I asked didn't ask Roy.

I asked you. He's my husband,
isn't he? It was his house.

I sure knew it wasn't mine,
the way I was shoved out!

I beg to differ! That's the kind
of sister to have, Mr. Hallett.

Early in life,
she lets you know

that there's not a
soul in the world

that cares whether
you live or die.

And what was
I supposed to do?

If I'd insisted
Roy let you stay,

he'd have thrown me out
right along with you.

Oh, and you wouldn't
want to take a chance

to lose such a wonderful
guy as that, would you?

You bet I wouldn't.

Things hadn't been any easier
for me than they were for you.

And if you think
I wanted to take a chance

of losing the only home I'd
ever had, you were crazy.

I was crazy, all right,
because somewhere I'd heard

that sisters are supposed to
mean something to each other,

but you sure knocked
that idea out of my head

before it had a chance
to feel at home there.

We all had to look out
for ourselves.

Maybe it never
occurred to you

that if I'd had anything
that even looked like a home

when I was 16 years old,

that maybe I wouldn't
have ended up in prison.

Yeah.

Maybe I could have
amounted to something

if I'd had even
a little help then.

Put yourself
in my place.

With that guy?

He's been good to me!

Oh, what's he ever
done for you?

Except let you carry
out the garbage

on the nights
when it rains.

He gave me a home
and some security.

And you ought to know
what that meant

after all those years
of living in a house

with Mom and Pop
fighting all the time.

I just ran out
of sympathy.

Oh, what difference
does it make?

It's
a real laugh

that you thought she could
talk me into anything.

Oh, I didn't
come up here

to talk you
into testifying.

Why?

Why do you care
what I do?

I don't.

I mean, I know
I don't have any right

to interfere,
but Roy wanted me...

Are you trying to tell me
that old nasty-heart cares

whether I stick my
neck out or not?

It isn't that.

You see, we own a small
barroom of our own now,

and Roy thinks if you do
this thing against Costain,

he'll take it out
on anybody

who's connected
with you in any way.

Did you hear that?

I shouldn't testify
against Costain

because it might be bad
for Roy's business!

Oh, no.

Yeah, well,
it might be.

You don't know how
it is in bar business,

with all those licenses

they can take away
from you at any time.

And you know yourself, all
Mr. Costain would have to do

is pick up a phone and ruin
anybody he wants to.

And you've got
the nerve to ask me...

It doesn't make
any difference to you

one way or the other,
and it does to us!

If I thought that
I could take a kick

at that miserable
husband of yours

by getting up
on that stand, I'd...

Get out of here!
Sherry, please!

Of all the lousy...
Get out of here!

Oh, Mrs. Moran, uh...

I...
For real.

You mean you brought
me up here

to let me be insulted
by some cheap dame...

Even if she is my sister?

If you don't get out of
here in no seconds flat,

you're going to find that
I got a sister with no hair

and no teeth at all!
Roy was right!

You're no good like Pop,
and you're not worth helping!

I'm sorry,
Miss Conley.

Oh, why do we always
have to act like this,

like wild dogs instead
of blood sisters?

But it wasn't
altogether your fault.

No, I went after her the
minute I came into this room,

and it's always
been like that.

Every... Every time I even
see her, I don't know...

All those little hurts
well up in me.

I could see that.

Did you see her?

Like a scared rabbit,
afraid of everything.

Do you think
she's ever shown

any sisterly
responsibility to me?

No.

Because it might be a threat
to her lousy little security.

Yeah, I know. And what has it got her?

Solitary confinement

with that low character
she's married to.

What a life.

I'll bet
if she admitted it,

she's miserable.

Well, that's the very thing I've
been trying to point out to you,

about facing
responsibilities.

Yeah.

Oh...

Oh, I get your point,
but you've got to be sure

that they are
your responsibilities,

and provided,
what you got to do

doesn't take all
the nerve in the world

which you haven't got.

You've got
plenty, Sherry.

It takes courage, and you
got to be born with it.

Or maybe I was born with it,
and got it kicked out of me

by certain close members of
my immediate, crummy family.

Hold it, Arny.

He's mad at you
for killing his brother

last night.

Doing everything your own
way these days, huh?

Why'd you shake the tail
I put on you yesterday?

Made it that much
harder for me

to find out where
you'd taken her.

Because I had
a smart matron

in the car,

and that guy
you had tailing me

was wearing
a neon sign

to advertise
he was following me.

And on top of this,

I guess you figured
you didn't have

enough front page
publicity lately.

Or did you just want
to show everybody

how good you
can pop a gun?

It was your boy who was
trying to get himself a medal.

He didn't care
who he shot.

He was
after the girl.

Then he read his
instructions wrong.

Or did he figure you wanted
two for the price of one?

Next time, let's make
it clear to him

who his friends
are, huh?

Lots of things will be
different next time.

Who's the other woman
they brought in?

Her sister. What do they want with her?

Hallett figures maybe
she can talk the girl

into testifying.

Can she?
I don't know.

I left before
they got there.

You want
my opinion?

Nobody's going to
talk her into nothing.

You got nothing
to worry about.

Can you imagine how
that relieves my mind,

to hear him say
I shouldn't worry?

That's what I pay him
for, to reassure me.

If anything
goes wrong,

he can always say
it was just an opinion.

Both ends against
the middle,

that's the way Vince
likes to play things.

You asked me... I asked you
to help us get rid of the girl

so she couldn't
bother us again.

I told you,
let's wait and see...

He told me. ...if she
is going to bother us.

I guess you
forgot to tell me

that he's running
things now.

I didn't mean it
like that.

Didn't you?

It would suit you
just fine, wouldn't it?

To see me booted
out of the country?

Wouldn't that be
a sweet cover up

for a cop who's
been on the take

for the past 10 years?

To have his whole
smelly past put on a boat

and sent someplace

where it couldn't ever
bother him again?

You're not making
any sense.

What do you want everybody's
neck sticking out for?

She's not going
to talk, anyway.

Because I like
everybody's neck

stuck out when mine is.

You know what's going
to happen to you

if she gets on that
stand, don't you?

Look, she hasn't
even come close

to saying
she'll testify.

And you haven't
even come close

to saying what you'll
do if she does.

Mr. Costain
wants to know

if he can depend
on you, Vincent.

To do what? Shove her
out the window?

If that's what
it has to be.

Oh, sure, with Hallett
and 20 cops

watching every minute.

And why should I, when
it isn't even necessary?

Because as long as
she's still at the hotel,

we can give you some help.

After she's moved
to the city jail tonight,

you'll have to do it
all by yourself.

Nobody's moving her
to any city jail.

At 8:00
tonight, they are.

How do you know?

You know
I make it a point

to know everything about
everything that concerns me, Vince.

So if you
want any help,

you'll have to get it
before they move her.

There isn't any way
it can be done.

We'll show you.

I don't want you
to miss a word.

Next time we meet,
it could be

a big celebration,

lots of money
being passed around.

Or it could be the last look
I'd be taking at your face

before they start
shoveling dirt on it.

You made your point.

Good.

You do exactly
like we tell you,

you'll be completely
in the clear.

You don't have to do
anything more

than you've been doing
for the past 10 years.

You just have
to turn your back

and not worry
about what's going on.

Yeah.

What do I do?

Just unlock
the bathroom window

a couple of minutes
before 8:00 tonight.

The time is important.

Right before
8:00 tonight,

you unlock
the bathroom window.

That way, maybe
you'll get

to live a couple
of years more.

No, sir.

Not me, Mr. Hallett.

If you just got
to move somebody

back to
the city jail, fine,

but it's not gonna be me.

This isn't my idea.
I was ordered to do it.

Look, I don't care
who ordered you to do it,

what with the streets below
crawling with killers,

and you want to eject me

from my showers
and room service here

for a small, iron room
with only bars for comfort?

No, Mr. Hallett,

and in case you weren't
listening, no.

You're a prisoner,

and you'll do exactly
as you're told.

Only if what I'm
told to do

is to go back
to my nice, safe prison

where I spent
so many years

without being shot at
or wounded even once.

What possible difference
could it make to you

whether you're moved
there or to the city jail?

Because moving
to the city jail

is closer to
the witness stand,

which is exactly the last
place in the world

I've decided
I'm going to be.

So that's really it,
then, isn't it?

Yeah.

Doesn't make any
difference about city jail.

You've simply
decided that,

as far as you're concerned,
everybody else can go hang.

You mean I've been keeping
this a secret from you?

You've been doing
nothing but stalling

until you can take
another shower

or chisel
another $20 meal.

Look, who dragged
who from prison?

Is it my secret police

that dragged you from
your nice, safe prison

and forced you to live

in front of live
ammunition for two days?

What's all this
supposed to mean?

I want out of here!

But alive!

And I'm not
going to testify,

even if you give me gold
plates on silver platters!

Hello, Vince.

She has it in her power
to get rid of one

of the biggest menaces
this country has ever seen,

but she simply
won't do it.

That's right,
and furthermore,

I want that menace
to start hearing

that I'm not going
to do anything about it,

and I want headlines
in all the newspapers

to say I'm not going
to do anything about it.

So nothing in the world
really matters to you

except your own
precious hide?

Take it easy.
Take it easy nothing!

This is the kind
of selfishness

that turns my stomach.

"Me, me, me! What's
going to happen to me?"

She doesn't care if the
whole world burns down,

as long as the flames
don't touch her! Come on.

Calm down.
Oh, let's don't stall.

It doesn't take long for a
bullet to go through a brain!

Well, weren't you
a help out there?

Instead of
yanking me away,

why didn't you
pitch in and help?

Because I think she's
been pitched at enough.

Oh, you do?
Yes, I do.

Look, she almost
got killed last night.

On top of that, you've
been slugging at her

with everything
from fancy meals

to your telling her how
low you think she is.

Well, maybe
I feel that way.

Maybe you haven't
got any right to.

It's her life,
you know.

You've been working just as
long as I have on this case,

and to all appearances,

you felt just as strongly as
I have about getting Costain.

What's happened to change
you all of a sudden?

Maybe I'm getting fed up with all
the shooting that's been going on.

They killed Pete Tonelli,
and they shot Willoughby.

Now we've got to
take her to city jail.

Oh, you're just giving me
a lot more good reasons

why we have
to get Costain.

Well, they might
be reasons to us,

but that doesn't mean
they are to her.

She's the one that's got to
get up on that witness stand

with her neck
sticking out, you know.

Well, I'll shed
a few tears.

How'd you happen
to find out about

this move
to the city jail?

Wait, what do
you mean?

I just finished talking to
Sherry just a minute ago.

She's the only one
I said a word...

Mr. Hallett, phone.

All right.

And, um, while you're
sitting there phoning,

you can tell the newspapers the status.

All right.

There goes
our last chance.

Vince...

I'm... I'm sorry.

Maybe you could have
been police chief

or a senator
from someplace

if I could have
gotten up enough courage.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks.

What's the matter?

Willoughby died
20 minutes ago.

They thought
she was rallying, but...

Oh, no.

She must have been trying
to drag me out of the way

when she got hit,

and she didn't even
say anything.

Until the doc
was through with me.

Me...

Me...

The kind of person you could
lose any day in the week

and it still wouldn't
make any difference.

And who's going to take
care of her daughter?

Who does that crazy jerk
think he is, anyway?

Killing off nice people
like Willoughby.

You know,
he'd better be careful,

because somebody just might
run him out of this country,

where he really
belongs.

And I think I know who
that somebody's going to be.

Hey, now, wait a minute.
I know how you feel...

Mr. Hallett, you just
got yourself a witness.

You know, friends, because
it's Sunday night here,

and I'm still going strong,

some of my enemies
have started a rumor

that I haven't been on
the job every minute,

that I been kind of
catching catnaps

during the news bulletins.

Now, you folks
know me better than that.

I just don't play
that kind of dirty mah-jong.

Fred.

Oh, that's
really rotten news

about Willoughby, isn't it? Yeah.

I wonder how many
more we'll lose

on this move
to the jail.

Look, there's some more
guys coming over.

You'll have to show them
what you want them to do.

All right.
You want to make a bet

that she never gets
to the city jail alive?

I was only
kidding, Vince. Forget it.

Masters?
Yeah?

What's Conley
doing now?

Changing her clothes
for the trip to the jail.

She says if
there's going to be

a lot of shooting, she
doesn't want to take a chance

with her new dress.

Yeah?

It's Vince.
Can I come in?

Sure, I'm decent
enough for you.

I was hoping
I'd get a chance

to see you
before D-day starts.

It's another
let out job.

Yeah. Listen.

How do you know
Willoughby would want you

to get up
on that stand?

Well, why shouldn't
she want me

to help get the guy
that killed her?

Well, she'd have
been able to see

that all you'll do
is get yourself killed.

I suppose that
in all the years

Mr. Costain has
been a hotshot,

there've been
lots of people

that could've stopped
him along the way,

but for some reason,
nobody ever did.

So now the buck has been
passed right on down...

Yeah, but you don't want it.
You didn't ask for it.

But I got it. So, what am I going to do?

Look, who says
it's up to you anyway?

Well, Mr. Hallett keeps
saying it all along, and...

I guess, right now,
I'm saying it myself.

What are you doing?

Checking everything.

Even if we're going
to move me?

We've still got
half an hour.

Sherry, don't do it.

Oh, don't worry
about me, Vince.

I know what
I'm getting into.

No, you don't.

Well, let's say
it's 10 times worse

than I think it is now.

I'd still go ahead with it

because for the first
time in my life,

I'm facing
up to something.

I kind of like
the feeling.

Anyway, the nicest thing
that ever happened to me

is that you care
whether I live or die.

I don't expect you
to feel this way

for the rest
of your life,

or even five days
from now,

but I would just like
to tell you

that I think it's nice

that you feel
that way now.

Maybe this isn't
exactly the time,

but...

I just wanted
to tell you.

Vince...

I wish you wouldn't
be sore at me.

For what?

For feeling this
way about you.

I wouldn't hold you
to anything

after this is over.

I'm not sore.

But with this move
to the city jail,

maybe this will be
our last chance

to say anything.

Ten dollars if you'll sing
The Girl from Cactus Valley.

Well, what are we
waiting on, fellows?

I'm a pining

For my Gal
from Cactus Valley

Well, there never
was a gal

Like Sal
from Cactus Valley

She'd cuss and holler
and rope and yell

She loves like a banshee
straight from El

Paso

When I had my pick
of the girls...

Harris!
Yes, sir?

Sorry, sir.

Would you turn that down?

Never seen a gal
that could kiss so well

Her kisses are hotter
then the fires of El

Paso...

Timers are set
for as long as you need.

Portrait of a modern man
at war with the machine age.

How is she?
Leave her alone.

She's getting
dressed.

Shouldn't that
door be open?

Well, she's been
screaming about

not getting any privacy
when she's dressing.

Well, I, uh...

I thought she
might like a hat

to go with that dress
that you, uh...

Well, there's that little
shop downstairs, and, uh...

I don't know why,

but these things give women
some kind of strange courage.

Pretty awful, isn't it?

Terrible.

Yeah.

Well...

You've gotten to
think quite a lot

of that third class
citizen, haven't you?

Almost always
turns out that way.

Make a snap judgment
of someone,

break them way down,

then you find them
acting out so well,

you wonder how
you had the nerve

to grade them
in the first place.

Well, I never
thought I'd see you

acting coy
about anything.

Will you stop it?

We're all on edge.

Maybe we'll all
go away someplace

after the trial.

You've been
getting jumpy.

Besides, you could
be with her all the time,

see that nothing
happens to her.

Well, you wouldn't
be worried

if you were taking care
of her yourself, would you?

Why don't you
leave her alone!

What's the matter, Vince?

Nothing! Nothing's
the matter,

except you kept
hammering at her!

You wouldn't let her make
up her mind about anything.

Then when she
gets killed...

Vince!

Vince!

Vince!

This bathroom window was
unlocked from the inside.

Vince, Vince, Vince...

I don't think
he expected

to find you here
this morning.

There were times when I didn't
expect to be here myself.

Scared?

No...

Just mad.

Will the government call
its next witness, please?

Miss Sherry Conley.

Here we go.

Undesirable alien.

Do you solemnly swear
that the evidence you're

about to give in the cause
now before this court

will be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Your name, please.

Sherry Conley.

What is your
present address?

Upstate women's prison.

Occupation?

At present,
gangbuster.