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We're all ready to shoot it, Jacobi, ready whenever you

are.

Hey, Henry, the rope you gave us for that last

hangin', that's that guy up and down like he's on

a rubber band.

We didn't go any way to 134.

Addin' a couple of pounds for breakfast the way those

guys always eat, that brings it up to 136.

Give it up or you'll get the spring out of

it.

We want this one's neck broke.

All right.

Hey, what's the idea of throwin' things out of the

window?

Quit playin' with that gallon.

How do you expect us to do any work?

Cut out that yellin'.

I'll get the sheriff after you, tramps.

Pay much respect for the press around here.

How's the wife, Anthony, better?

Worse.

Me havin' to hang around all day and all night

waitin' for him to hang that cuckoo.

Hard work, Oz.

Crack it for a dime.

Hey, Schwartz, what do you do?

Why me?

What time is it, anyway?

4.30. Hey, me too.

These cars are like washrags.

Let Chip in and get a new deck.

These are good enough for me.

I'm 80 cents out already.

Paper, 1059.

Hey, take this phone.

Ernie, you ain't doin' anything.

You guys crippled or something?

Criminal Courts Building, press room.

Just a minute, please.

Hello, Sarge.

McHugh.

Yeah, I phone.

Anything doin'?

All right.

Thank you, Sarge.

Two germs.

Say, Ernie, why don't you take your instrument into the

library and play it?

Hello.

Is this the home of Mrs. F.D. Margolis?

This Mr. McHugh of the City News Bureau.

Is it true, madam, that you were the victim of

a peeping tom?

Ask her.

She's worth peeping at.

Oh, now, madam, that ain't the right attitude to take.

All we want is the facts.

Tell her I can run up for an hour.

Tell her to come over here.

We'd like to reenact the crime.

Just a minute, madam.

Is it true, Mrs. Margolis, that you took the part

of Lady Godiva for charity seven years ago?

Hello.

She cut off.

What, her hair?

Tell her I'll be right over.

Yeah.

No, Hildy Johnson.

Oh.

Oh, hello, Mr. Burns.

No, Hildy hasn't shown up yet.

Yeah, sure, Mr. Burns.

Hello, Burnsinger.

I've just had an interview with Williams.

Over in that death house.

That jail.

That jail is reeking with germs.

Oh, believe me, the Board of Health is going to

hear about the conditions over there through my paper.

It's amazing to me that those prisoners can live long

enough to get home.

What's the idea, Mac?

Say, is that the only telephone in this place?

The only one where there are fees.

How many times have I got to tell you fellas

to let my phone alone?

You want to talk through a mouthpiece?

Go and buy one like I did.

Whitney, 9,000.

The germs of the mouth are the most contagious.

Oh, shut up, Mr. Reed.

Whitney, 9,000.

What is this, a hospital?

Yeah, Roy, how's your pimple coming along?

Hello, Sarge.

McHugh.

Anything going?

Say, you don't have to use my desk for a

garbage can either.

Say, how would you like to stop stinking up this

place with those antiseptics?

Yeah, anything new on the hanging beds here?

It's my deal, ain't it?

Hey, zone 9.

What is it?

Question before the house.

Gentleman wants to know if there's anything new on the

hanging.

Oh, nothing special.

Did you talk to the sheriff?

Why don't you get your own news?

Somebody ought to see the sheriff.

Criminal Courts Press Room.

No, Hildy Johnson ain't...

Oh, yes, Mr. Burns.

What?

No, Mr. Burns.

Yes, Mr. Burns.

Goodbye, Mr. Burns.

Waller Burns for Hildy again.

Something must have happened.

I'll tell you what's happened.

Hildy's quit.

Oh, nerds.

You know, Hildy's the fixture on the morning post.

Yeah, he goes with the woodwork.

Well, he told me he was going to quit.

Say, listen, Waller Burns wouldn't let him quit.

He'd find a way to keep him here somehow.

Remember what he did to Fenton when he wanted to

go to Hollywood?

Got him into a fight and had him thrown into

jail for assault and battery.

Well, if he ain't quit, why ain't he here covering

the hanging?

I wish I could quit.

Ready?

Nurse Isabel Zobo.

Z for zebra, O for onion, B for baptize, E

for anything, L for, uh...

L for, uh...

Oh, don't tell him anybody.

L for Listerine.

Swedish masseuse with rooms at 608 Inverness Avenue.

Well, this lady was arrested tonight on complaint of a

lot of angry wives.

They claim she's been treating their husbands with electricity at

a dollar a time.

Well, the Swedish tease is in again.

I understand she massages them, too.

Well, anyway, she's arrested, and the station house is full

of her patients claiming she's innocent.

Half the stock exchange is there, too, trying to provide

bail.

All right.

Main, 6800.

Say, Ernie, why don't you take up electricity instead of

that noise?

Oh, it's got no future.

Press?

No, Mr. Burns, Hildy Johnson ain't.

I'm not lying, Mr. Burns.

Walter acted like he burst a blood vessel.

You playing golfing, sir?

No.

Then I'll have to put another man on the job.

In your hat, Duffy.

I'm after that bunch of bloody liberal pockmarked peanut politicians

who think they're running this town.

And Hildy Johnson's the only man on the staff I

can trust tonight.

We've got to have, uh...

We've got to have Johnson.

Oh, Butch!

Oh, Butch.

All right, boss.

All right.

Hildy Johnson here?

He's on the wagon.

I ain't.

You remember me?

I was here last night with Mr. Bensley.

Mr. Bensley's still here.

Great.

Oh, Louie.

Hi, baby.

Oh, hey, Doc.

You seen Hildy Johnson?

I haven't seen that newsy in months.

Oh.

Hello, baby.

Hello, Louie.

I'm looking for, uh, Hildy Johnson.

Why?

Walter Burns wants to see him.

And I want to see Walter Burns.

For what?

Two dollars.

Two dollars, please.

Two dollars, please.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, darling, you're almost mine.

Honey, I'd write the society notes to get a look

at Walter Burns' face when he hears of this.

Oh, I'd write him for a year to see him

when he hears I'm getting married.

Oh, I'd write him for two years to get a

load of what he says when I'm leaving this town

without New York.

What's the matter?

Oh, so that's why you got that.

Walter Burns.

That's why you're going to marry me, Walter Burns.

That's why you're going to New York, to spite Walter

Burns.

Oh, honey, you're crazy.

Now, listen.

Listen, dear.

Did you ever come up out of a sewer...

Honey, did you ever come up...

Did you ever come up out of a sewer and

have the cool, fresh air hit you?

Well, I did.

And, honey, you're the cool, fresh air.

You've made a fresh air fiend out of me, dear.

And I'm not going back there unless you send me.

Then, Hildy, you go right up to Walter Burns and

resign.

What, and have him get his hands on me?

That's why I've been hiding out at your place, to

keep away from that double-crossing maniac.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll resign by phone, and they get a look at

that snake's face next...

Oh, no, you don't.

Here.

What, 500 and in one bill?

Uncle sent it to me for a wedding present.

I wasn't going to give it to you until we

got there.

But you take it.

And after you take me home, you get the ticket.

Instead of getting married tonight, we'll get married tomorrow.

Instead of going to New York tomorrow, we'll go to

New York tonight.

All we have to do is throw the old underwear

in the trunk 24 hours earlier, that's all.

What is it, Mother?

Do you know what I think?

What?

I think you must be a sort of irresponsible type,

or you wouldn't do things this way.

Now, Mother, you stop picking on my Hildy.

He didn't do a one blessed thing to help our

getting away.

You better get busy.

Okay.

Now, that's the dress you had on the first night

I met you.

You're the one I care for.

Here.

Wait a minute.

Is that the dress you had on the night you

said no?

Come here.

A movie house!

Boy, this could be another Iroquois theater disaster.

They bet they only had a camera with them.

Full page of pictures.

Flight to a carnage.

Snap of the morning post.

Holy fire.

Exit.

Execute.

Unrejectable day of freedom.

Start up of the morning post.

City boy to investigate.

Oh, what a chance.

What a chance.

Listen, hurry up in the downtown and get those tickets,

and see if the money gets lowered.

See you later.

Hildy!

Hello, Hildy.

I'd like to have a little talk with you for

about 15 minutes.

No, not a chance.

Water, I'm thirsty.

You're not too busy to be playing around the neighborhood

turning in false fire alarms.

What?

Hello, Mac.

Come on, Mr. Barnes.

All right, Walter.

Boy, I wish I could find the guy that did

this.

I'd make that box his tombstone.

Aren't you going to ask me how I found out

where you were?

Yeah, great scope with everybody in the county building working

for him.

And I was just one of them.

They'll haunt me.

Set him up.

None for me.

He'll take the same.

So you're leaving me for marriage.

Why?

None of your business.

How'd it happen?

There was a move.

Well, I guess that lets me out.

I'll give you a farewell party.

Thanks.

But it hurts, Hildy.

You're not telling a fellow after all I've done for

you.

You mean after all you've done to me?

By the time you sent me down to the lake

to test that trick diving suit.

That suit was about as waterproof as your straw hat.

Felt so fast, took me half an hour to pull

me up.

Was lucky I only went deaf.

Didn't I go to the expense of hiring an airplane

to take you up so you could get your hearing

back?

And at the further expense of bribing the pilot so

I land him in the middle of a strike massacre

at Harold, Illinois?

You scooped the whole world on the story you made

yourself the envy of every newspaper man alive.

Oh, well, it was worth it at that.

Even if I did get ridden out of town on

a rail.

With eight bullet holes and a hat that cost me

six bucks.

And charged on the expense account at 15.

And got away with it.

Ah, those were the days.

You'll certainly have a lot to tell the kids.

Yeah.

What kids?

You're getting married.

Well, why not?

A guy's got to settle down sometime.

Get a home and wife.

They say it's kids that hold it all together.

That's right.

I was never big enough to let a nice girl

reform me so I could stay in a two-room

love nest at nights with a wife and kids while

the fellas were out having a lot of fun.

Oh, dear.

Marriage does make a respectable citizen out of a man.

It must be grand.

None of this idiotic jumping around at all hours and

having to be on the inside of all the crazy

excitement in this town.

Ah, the 5.15 after some quiet suburb.

A home-cooked dinner every night at exactly seven.

And by ten in bed.

Unless, after the tapioca, the wife has a few friends

in for a neighborly chat.

I don't blame you, Hildy.

It sounds great.

Excuse me a minute, will you?

Come on, Esk.

Once you deal him out, boy, don't let that neck

get cold.

See if you can deal me a decent hand, will

you?

Hello, Wintershoes.

Any news?

I just been over to the death house.

Did you hear what Williams said to the priest?

Oh, forget it.

Yeah, I know, I know.

The paper's full of the hanging.

We ain't got room for the ads.

What did Williams say?

He said that...

Come on, boys.

Ante up.

Ante up.

I've ante twice already.

He said to the priest that he was innocent.

He'll start crying in a minute.

Why don't you send the poor nut some roses like

that girl of his, Molly Malloy?

Oh, now, there you are.

There's an idea.

She thinks he's innocent, too.

Oh, you fellas don't understand.

Now, I...

Before you go on, Woodenshoes, would you mind running down

to the corner and getting me a hamburger sandwich?

Personally, my feeling is...

Make that two hamburgers like a good fellow.

Now, my feeling is that Williams is of the dual

personality type.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

Like the Dolly sisters.

Yeah, tell it to the Tribune.

Three, all right.

That's two.

It's on account of the way his head is shaped.

It's a typical case.

Sure.

Ask him to put a lot of ketchup on them

sandwiches.

I thought you fellas might be interested in the psychological

end.

Make mine plain lettuce on gluten bread.

Get me a sandwich, too, Woodenshoes.

I raise you a live drop right now.

Where am I going to get the dough for all

these eats?

Oh, charge it.

You got a badge, haven't you?

What's it good for?

Four hamburgers.

And a lettuce.

On gluten.

Well, oh, hello, Mr. Burns.

I know we haven't seen Hildy.

Hiya, Slade.

Hey, look at him.

He's got his shave.

This Walter Burns is on the wire.

Talk to him, will you, Hildy?

Tell that paranoid to take a sweet kiss for himself.

Come on, Ernie.

Sound your ray.

Goodbye.

Forever.

Listen, Hildy, will you do me a personal favor and

talk to Walter?

He's been calling up about nine million times.

What's the matter, Hildy?

Are you afraid of him?

I'll talk to that maniac with pleasure.

Hello, Mr. Burns.

What's that, Mr. Burns?

Why, your language is shocking, Mr. Burns.

Say, listen, you crazy baboon.

Get a pencil and paper and take this down and

get it straight because it's important.

This is the Hildy Johnson curse.

The next time I see you, no matter where I

am or what I'm doing, I'm going to walk right

up to you and hammer on that monkey skull of

yours till it rings like a Chinese gong.

Oh, Troy.

That's telling him.

No, I ain't going to cover the hanging.

I wouldn't cover Washington Cross in the Delaware for you,

not if he did it all over again.

Never mind the Vaseline, Jackal.

It won't do you any good this time because I'm

going to New York.

I didn't tell you that, did I?

And if you know what's good for you, you'll stay

west of Gary, Indiana because the Johnson never forgets.

And that voice is what is known as telling the

managing editor.

All right, you quit.

Getting married.

See those three to New York tonight.

Tonight?

Yes, sir.

What do you mean, three?

Me and my girl and her darling Ma.

Oh, look.

He's in love.

That's a good thing.

Is she a bright girl?

Has she got a good shape?

Does Walter know you're getting married?

Does he know?

He shook hands like a pal over to throw me

a farewell dinner.

That's his favorite joke.

Farewell dinner.

He poisons people, Adam.

Give me Tucker 2164, will you?

Yeah, he got me in the pool lock, Mike.

He filled me full of cheap booze.

I'd have been there yet if it hadn't been for

the window.

Can you imagine that guy trying to break up my

marriage after shaking hands?

Oh, hello, Peggy.

How are you, darling?

Hmm?

Well, I know, but...

Oh, you bet I resigned right in his face, didn't

I?

Yes, sir.

What?

1118 tonight.

The press room.

Just dropped in to say goodbye to the boys.

Yeah.

No, not a chance, honey.

I got a taxi waiting.

Yeah.

Ten minutes.

Bye-bye, honey.

Hey.

Where's the wedding?

In New York.

So you guys ain't gonna have any fun with it?

Fake warrants.

They're kidnapping a bride with me.

Everybody's getting a New York graze.

I think it's a stinking village.

You want to look out, Hildy?

They tell me all the reporters in New York use

lipsticks.

Remember that one last summer?

With that copper?

Oh, what a man was the man.

Could any of you gentlemen tell me where the telegraph

office is?

If you want to look out, Hildy, you'll be talking

like that.

Which one of those New York papers are you going

to work for?

None of them.

Who wants to work in a newspaper?

How the hobos pull a dentist from bad gin.

They wheedle off of all of them.

What are you going in for?

The movie?

The advertising business.

$150 a week.

What?

$150 what?

There's the contract.

Hey, do you guys got anything better to do down

there?

It is $150.

You're going to miss the sweet hangings.

Not interested.

He's going to write poetry about the ladies' panties.

Can you imagine punching a time clock, sitting around with

a lot of stuffed shirts, talking statistics?

Boy, you'll be like a fire horse tied to a

milk wagon.

Listen to who's talking.

Journalists.

Peeking through keyholes.

Running after fire engines like a lot of coach dogs.

Waking people up in the middle of the night to

ask them what they think of Mussolini.

Stealing pictures off of old ladies with their daughters who

get attacked in Grove Park.

A lot of daffy buddhists keep swilling around with hoes

in their pants.

Borrowing nickels from office boys.

And for what?

So a million hired girls in Mortimer's Wives don't know

what's going on.

Yeah, your girl must have handed you that line.

I don't have to have anybody tell me about a

newspaper.

I've been a newspaper man for 15 years.

Crossed between a bootlegger and a galoofer.

If you want to know something, you'll all end up

on the copy desk.

Gray-haired, humpbacked slabs, dodging debt collectors when you're 90.

You'll be out on the street the minute your contract's

up.

Not me.

My girl's uncle owns the business.

Has he got a lot of jacks?

Choking on them.

What do you think he'd give us for a wedding

present?

A dozen doilies.

$500 in cash.

There ain't $500 in cash.

There it is.

Except for the cost to get those tickets to New

York.

Let me count it.

Oh, no you don't.

Just a minute.

Just a minute, boys.

What about a little bite?

Scram!

Jenny!

Hey!

Hey!

Welcome to America.

Can I wash up now, please?

Yes.

This place is beginning to smell like an owl's foot.

Oh, you don't want to wash up on a night

like this, Jenny.

This is a holiday.

Come on.

Give us a kiss.

You really doesn't keep away from me.

What's the matter?

Ain't I your fella anymore?

Oh!

Tell you what we'll do, Jenny.

You and I will go around and say goodbye to

everybody in the building.

Oh, but we can't carry this all over.

Come on, Jenny.

Come on.

Hey!

Look!

Come on, Jenny.

You and I will say goodbye to the warden.

No, no.

Will you do something?

Why, I own this building.

Won't be around again, Jenny.

Around, around again.

Won't be around again, Jenny.

Around, around again.

Won't be around again.

Look here, fellas.

Hi.

Hello, fellas.

Now, hey.

Who jumped that out of this window?

We promise not to tell.

Who threw it?

Judge Mankiewicz threw it.

He was in here with his robes on playing fireman.

Come on now, fellas.

I know who it was.

It was Hildy Johnson, wasn't it?

Where is he?

Out with the lady.

I swear I don't know what to do with you

fellas.

I've a darn good mind to take this press room

away from you.

Stop it!

Wouldn't that be too bad?

Where the place is so full of cockroaches, you can't

walk.

Personally, I don't give two hoops.

But how do you suppose it looks to have a

lot of hoodlums yelling and throwing things out of the

window?

Besides, there's someone in that death house.

How do you suppose he feels, listening to all this

revelry?

Not you care how he feels.

We're doing everything possible to get your whole ticket reelected

next week.

Yes, when Earl Williams drops through that trap tomorrow, it

means a million votes.

Can we help it if the people rise to support

this administration stand against the red menace?

Personified by Mr. Earl Williams, the guy who loses the

job he's held for 14 years, joins the parade of

the unemployed, and because he's goofy from lack of food,

waves a red undershirt.

Williams is a dangerous radical, and he killed a policeman.

Williams is a poor boy who had the tough luck

to kill a colored policeman in a town where their

colored vote's important.

And they're hanging Eddie Deaver in the morning.

You!

Keep your shirt on pinky.

And I don't want to hear any more of that

pinky stuff.

I got a name, see?

Peter B.

Hartman.

Da, da, da, da.

Oh.

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

Stop it!

Pinky, how's that look to the voters?

Like I had sore eyes or something.

Just a minute, fellas, just a minute.

Now, Pink, how about the favor that certain party is

asking?

Once and for all, will you hang this person at

5 a.m. instead of 7?

It can't hurt you, and we can make the city

edition.

Roy, you can't hang a man in his sleep just

to please the newspaper.

No, but you can keep postponing the hanging so it'll

come just before the election.

Yes.

With this new alien that's coming in, how do we

know there'll be a hanging?

Yes.

What if this professor finds he's insane or something?

Yes.

Well, they won't find he's insane.

No?

No, because he ain't.

Williams is as sane as I am.

Saner.

Yes.

To resume the situation, the newspapers have got to put

their shoulders to the wheel.

They do, yes.

They've got to impress all these Bolsheviks that a death

warrant for Earl Williams is a death warrant for every

bomb-throwing un-American red in this town.

This hanging means more to the people of our fair

city today.

That's a statement, Jimmy.

Why do we have to do it?

Why don't you go home?

All right.

You'll just get scooped.

We're going to reform the Reds with a rope.

That's our slogan.

You can poke me if you want to.

Sheriff Hartman pledges...

Oh, P.

Oyer, we've been printing this chestnut for weeks.

Ain't you going to use that?

Sure.

Give me the desk.

This is Bensinger.

The sheriff refuses to move for hanging up a minute.

No, I won't.

That hanging's coming off exactly as per schedule.

Seven o'clock in the morning and not a minute

sooner.

There's such a thing as being humane, you know.

All right.

All right.

Just wait till you want a favor.

Give me a rewrite.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Jake, you lead on the hanging.

And say, Jake, don't use Hartman's name in this at

all.

Just say the sheriff.

Why can't they jerk these guys in a reasonable hour

so we can get some sleep?

This new alienist, Dr. Max J.

Egelhofer.

That's right.

From Vienna.

He's going to examine Wiggins at the request of the

United Federation for World Betterment.

Oh, my.

One of the biggest.

Author of that book, The Personality Glam.

And where to put it?

Better dime.

Just autograph the copy for me.

Do they buy those initials in your pants, too?

Wait.

There's more.

That doctor's the 14th pair of whiskers they've sent in

on this case.

Say, those alienists make me sick.

All they do is douche it and send you bills

for 500 bucks.

Give me the desk.

Now, Jake, here's the situation on the eve of the

hanging.

Hello, this is Murphy.

More slop on the hanging.

Thrown around the jail, the municipal buildings, the railroad terminals,

and elevated stations to prepare for the expected general uprising

of radicals at the hour of execution.

Sheriff Hartman has just put 400 more relatives on the

payroll to protect the city against the Red Menace, which

is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes.

Proper dime.

Sheriff Hartman, the sheriff, has just received four more letters

threatening his life, which he's going to answer by a

series of raids.

Prove to the voters that the Red Menace is on

the square.

Sheriff Hartman has just written himself four more letters threatening

his life.

Yes, yes.

I know he wrote them on account of the misspelling.

Well, that's all, Jake.

Except the condemned man ate a hearty dinner.

Oh, uh, mock turtle soup, chicken pot pie, hash brown

potatoes, combination salad, and pie a la mode.

The doomed man ate a hearty meal as follows.

Noodle soup, roasted beef, sweet potato, cranberry sauce, strawberry pie,

and a great big hunk of pastrami.

Statement from who?

The sheriff?

Oh, quote him for anything you want.

He can't read.

Kruger calling.

Nothing new on the hanging.

Say, Jake, get this in as a big favor for

me, will you?

The whole meal was furnished by Charlie Apfel.

And, uh, Apfel.

Ap, A for adenoids, P for psychology, F for phenament,

E for epilepsy, and L for, uh, an elf or,

uh, lay an egg.

Certainly this is Bensinger talking.

Well, the proprietor of Apfel wants to see you, restaurant.

That's it, yes.

Thank you.

Ah.

Shame, shame.

Stinky Bensinger's going in for Petty Graft again.

That means a new hat for somebody.

I understand that's how Bensinger gets all his clothes.

Sure, the greasy spoon gave him that overcoat when George

Kidd Q-Core swung.

If they ever stop hanging people, he'll probably go naked.

Why don't you make a poem out of it, Roy?

Hello, Molly.

Uh-oh, there's a gleam in her eye.

Don't look at me, sweetheart.

I never said a word.

Hello, Kidd.

How's the old tomato can?

Short and how are you, Molly?

Been looking for you, tramps.

Here, those are swell roses you sent, Earl.

What do you want done with them tomorrow morning?

A lot of wise guys, ain't you?

What do you want in here?

To tell you what I think of you.

All of you.

Keep your skirts on.

If it was worth breaking my fingernails on, I'd tear

your face wide open.

What's the matter, sweetheart?

What are you sore about?

Now, wasn't that a swell story we gave you?

Yeah.

You crumbs have been making a fool out of me

long enough.

She oughtn't to be allowed in here.

Yesterday, I caught her using the drinking cup.

I never said I loved Earl Williams and was willing

to marry him on the gallows.

You made that up about my being his soul mate

and having a love nest with him.

You've been sucking around that cuckoo ever since he's been

in the death house.

Everybody knows you're his affinity.

That's a rotten lie.

I met Mr. Williams just once in my life.

He was wandering around in the rain without his hat

and coat on like a sick dog the day before

the shooting.

I went up to him like any human being would

and asked him what was the matter.

He told me about being fired after working at the

same place for 14 years.

I took him up to my room because it was

warm there.

Oh.

Put that on your Victrola.

Just because you want to fill your lying papers with

a lot of dirty scammer, you got to torture him.

Make a tramp out of me.

Got a match?

I tell you, he just sat there talking to me

all night.

Never once laid a hand on me.

Uh-oh.

In the morning, he went away.

And I never saw him again till that day at

the trial.

Tell us what you told the jury.

Go on.

Laugh.

I'd like to know some curses bad enough for your

greasy souls.

Sure I was his witness.

The only one he had.

Witness?

Yes, me.

Molly Malloy, a common street walker.

The only one with nerve enough to stand up for

him.

That's why you're persecuting me.

Because he treated me decent, not like an animal.

And I said so.

Go into your dance, kid.

This is the press room.

We're busy.

Why don't you go and see your boyfriend?

Better hurry.

He's left a call for 7 AM.

It's a wonder a bolt of lightning don't come down

and strike you all dead.

What was that?

They're fixing up a pain in the neck for your

boyfriend.

Oh.

Oh, what's the idea?

Oh.

Oh, now, now.

Don't, don't get hysterical.

Oh, shame on you.

Why, I didn't say anything.

A poor crazy little guy that never did anybody any

harm.

Sitting out there alone this minute with the angel of

death beside him.

And you, crack a joke.

Say, listen, if you don't shut up, I'll give you

something to cry about.

Oh, keep your dirty hands off of me.

Get out of here.

Come on, get out.

Get out, get out.

Get out of here.

Get out of the land.

Well, you

guys want to play some more poker?

Here now, tickets for the hangin'.

Two for each paper.

What do you mean, two?

What do you want to do, take your family?

Hey, listen, Pete, our boss wants a couple for the

advertising department.

I promised to pay them.

This ain't the Follies, you know.

Big hearted pinky.

I'm getting tired of your editors using these tickets to

get advertising accounts.

You've got a lot of nerve.

Everybody knows you use them to get in socially.

Yeah, you had the whole union league club over at

the last hanging.

Trying to suck in with the swells, huh?

I suppose you'll wear a monocle tomorrow morning.

Now boys, that ain't the way to talk.

If any of you want a couple of extra tickets...

I'll be more than glad to take care of you.

But for goodness sake, don't kill me.

Hiya boys, we cleaned up.

Here, here, here.

Get that copy of the morning post out of here.

Look here, Johnson.

What do you mean by throwing things out of the

window?

Johnson, what do you mean by throwing things out of

the window?

Who do you think you are?

Who wants to know?

You think that you and Walter Burns are on this

town?

Well, I'm going to send a bill to the post

tomorrow for all the wreckage that's been committed around here

in the last year.

Now, how do you like that?

That's swell.

You know what else you can do?

What?

Guess.

Will you stick your nose in this bill tomorrow, or

have you rested?

Well, that's almost worth staying for.

And I'll tell you something else, and you can pass

it on to Walter Burns.

The post get no ticket for this hanging on account

of the lies that they've been printing.

Say, listen you pot roast, if I want to go

to your hanging out ghost scene, I'll sit in a

box.

Oh, no you won't.

You only have to tell half of what I know.

You don't know anything.

I happen to know who occupied room 602 in a

certain hotel the night before the last hanging.

That hotel crack just doubled them up.

Say, Sheriff, restroom?

Just what hotel was that?

For you, Sheriff.

Sheriff Hartman talking.

Oh, hello, dear.

It must be Irma.

No, I can't come home.

I got too many things to do.

Getting ready for the hanging.

Why don't you take him out to your house and

hang him?

I'll call you up later, Irma.

It is Irma.

I gotta see an alienist.

No, alienist.

Not for me.

For William.

Restroom.

Who?

Hey, Hildy.

Your girl.

Hello.

Hello, Peggy.

How are you, darling?

Yay, sandwiches.

How about my plate, lettuce?

Hamburger for me.

I ordered one, didn't I?

You did not.

That's why I wouldn't show.

My darling, what's the matter?

I distinctly said gluten.

Listen, darling.

I just dropped in to say goodbye to the fellas.

Do you remember?

I told you.

Say, will you guys talk or something?

All right.

Yes, I've got a taxi waiting.

Hey, go easy on that ketchup.

I'm responsible for it.

Sweetheart, I've got the tickets right in my pocket.

Now, listen, dear.

If you talk like that, I'm gonna go right out

and jump in the lake.

I swear I will because I can't stand it.

Listen.

We're listening.

I love you.

I said I love you.

Oh, give him a break, Ernie.

Well, that's more like it.

You feel better now?

Well, smile.

Say something.

You know what I want to hear.

Tell me you love me.

Come on, tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me and we'll all go to

sleep.

That's the stuff.

Yep.

Listen, honey.

Will you wear that little blue straw hat?

Wait a minute.

I'll see.

Well, are you happy now?

Well, I bet you're not as happy as I am.

Well, I bet you anything you want.

All right, dear.

Yeah.

Five minutes.

Bye-bye.

Hildy, here's Warner again.

Tell him to give us a rest, will you?

Say, you're just making a nuisance out of yourself.

What's the idea of calling up on the...

What?

No, I'm through with newspapers.

I'm going to New York tonight, right now, this minute.

Stick that among your souvenirs.

Hey, Hildy, you'll get us in an awful jam.

When Warner calls up again, tell him to put it

in writing and send it to Hilderbrand Johnson, Waterbury Adams

Corporation, 735 Fifth Avenue, New York City.

Please, Sheriff.

Please.

Oh, excuse me, Professor.

I ain't afraid of dying.

I ain't afraid.

Don't work too much the first day, kid.

Goodbye, Johnson.

I'll drop you a line, Hildy, and let you know

what Warner says.

So long, Hildy.

Be careful of that treacherous New York weather, Hildy.

So long, Trent.

Don't forget to send us a postal card.

Don't forget to drop in and see us if you

ever come back, kid.

Well, we'll see you again, Hildy.

Writing in to Rolls-Royce.

Giving out interviews on Successive.

Now, we shall reenact the crime.

Give you a gun, Sheriff.

A gun.

Now, imagine that I am the policeman.

You understand?

I am the policeman.

Now, where exactly did you stand?

Show me.

No.

Hey, Hildy, I hope you got a return trip ticket.

You'll be back next week.

And then what did you do?

Dementia!

Precox!

Goodbye, you wage slaves.

When you're calling a fire escape, getting kicked out of

front doors, eating Christmas dinners in one-armed joints, don't

forget your old pal, Hildy Johnson.

Has the road beyond unfolded?

Johnson, where are you going?

It's a jailbreak!

Hey, Jacoby, what's the matter?

What's happened?

Who got away?

Who was it?

William!

Yeah, William.

Hurry.

Hurry up.

This is important.

Give me the desk.

Jailbreak.

Call you back.

William just escaped.

Call you back.

I don't know yet.

Look out.

William just went over the wall.

Look out.

Call the runners, quick.

Hello, Waller?

Hildy, get this.

Earl Williams just ran out of the county jail.

Yep.

Yep.

Yep.

Hey, Jacoby.

Five minutes talk with me, you'll get your...

Thank you.

Endicott.

No, no one knows where he got the gun.

He ran up eight flights of stairs before the infirmary

got out through the skylight.

He must have slid down the rain pipe to the

street.

Murphy, give me the desk.

No, I tell you, no one knows where he got

it.

Call you back.

No clue yet to Earl Williams' whereabouts.

The crime commission is offering a $10,000 reward for

the capture of Earl Williams.

Call you back.

Hello?

Hello, here's a feature for you.

Tear bomb.

Yes, yes, tear bomb.

Criminals cry for it.

If a man wants me, he knows where I am.

This bomb went off accidentally in the hands of Sheriff

Hartman's bombing squad.

What went off?

The following deputy sheriffs were taken to the emergency hospital.

You'll find there where the friends you are.

Johnny J.

Glazer.

After all I've done for you.

Herman Wallstein.

Putting things like that in the paper.

Sidney Matsberg.

That's very cute for you.

And Danny Kuh.

Kruger calling.

McHugh, give me the desk.

A man answering Williams' description was seen boarding a Southbound

Cottage Grove Avenue car by motorman Julius A.

Lindberg.

Side lights on the man, huh?

Yeah, Lindberg.

I thought it'd make a swell feature on account of

the name.

Mrs. Richard Watts, Jr., age 55, scrub lady.

While at work scrubbing the eighth floor of the Commerce

Building was shot in the left leg by one of

Sheriff Hartman's special deputies.

I'll rush right after it.

There goes another scrub lady.

And they don't get her until we get out?

All I can get the sheriff by the mouth is

he can vote for him.

Where do you suppose Williams got that gun?

Give me Walter Burns, quick.

Hello, Walter?

Hildy.

I just got the whole story from Jacoby.

Exclusive?

Right, and it's a pip.

Only get this, it cost me 260 bucks, see?

Don't waste time, give me the story.

I'm telling you.

First I had to give Jacoby all the money I

had on me and it wasn't exactly mine and I

want it back.

How'd you get the gun?

You don't hear what I said about the money?

Yes, go on.

All right then.

Boy, this is the jailbreak of your dreams.

This profound thinker from Vienna decided to make Williams reenact

the crime.

Well, well, well.

Well, I'm coming to it, will you shut up?

Of course, he had to have a gun to reenact

it with.

And who do you suppose supplied it?

Who?

Peter B.

Hartman, B for brains.

No, I'm not kidding.

The sheriff gave his gun to the professor, the professor

gave it to Earl and Earl shot the professor right

in the belly.

The professor's in the hospital, Williams has evaporated and the

sheriff's gone nuts, ain't it perfect?

Fine work, Yildee.

Save the violence, I want that money, 260 bucks.

No, I tell you, I'm not going to cover anything

else, I'm going away.

Listen, that's the money I'm going to get married on.

I just did this as a personal favor.

I'm going to leave town tonight.

Listen, I gave Jacoby every cent I had.

Well, all right, when will you send it over?

Right away.

Well, well, tell him to hurry, I'll wait for him

here.

Okay.

Oh, hello, Peggy.

How are you, darling?

What was that?

Oh, I was just telling Walter I was through, that's

all.

You haven't done something foolish with our money.

Oh, no, no.

Then I think I'd better take care of it from

now on.

Oh, now, listen, sweetheart, everything's going to be perfectly all

right.

Then you haven't got it.

Well, no, not right now, but he's going to send

it over.

Walter, I mean, the boy will be here any minute.

Walter, oh, Yildee.

Listen, honey, I wouldn't have had this happen for the

world.

Look, if this is what happened, I would...

I know.

Well, I can't tell you if you won't listen, but

I had to give Jacoby the money so he wouldn't

give the story to the other papers.

Every time I wanted you for something.

My birthday.

New Year's Eve when I waited up to five in

the morning.

Oh, I know, but a big story broke.

It's always a big story.

The biggest story in the world.

And the next day, everybody's forgotten it, even you.

What do you mean, forgotten?

That was the Clara Hammond murder on your birthday.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Peggy, it won't hurt to wait

just a few minutes and the boy's on his way

with the money now.

Mother's downstairs in the taxi.

I'm just ashamed to face her.

If she knew about that money, it's all we've got

in the world, Yildee.

We haven't even got a place to sleep except the

train.

Listen, honey, I'll tell you what we'll do.

You and Mother go and have the baggage checked.

There are the tickets.

You mean you're not coming?

Sure I'm coming.

I'll meet you at the information booth.

It's all that Walter Burns.

You simply can't resist him.

Him, I wouldn't raise a finger if he was dying.

McHugh talking.

Oh, hello, Mac.

Dear, this is Mr. McHugh.

Mac, this is my girl.

Pleased to meet you.

Here's a feature on the manhunt that'll knock you right

on your...

Excuse me, miss.

Wait a second, honey.

Mrs. Phoebe DeWolf, 861 1-1-2, South Euclid Street,

colored.

Well, she became the mother of a pickaninny in a

patrol wagon with Sheriff Hartman's rifle squad acting as nurses.

Oh, you should have seen him, miss.

Come on, dear.

We'll put our things in the cab.

Well, Phoebe was walking along the street when all of

a sudden she began...

Right.

So they coaxed her into the patrol wagon and started

a race with the store.

When the pickaninny was born, the rifle squad examined him

carefully to see if it was Earl Williams who they

knew was hiding somewhere.

They named the kid Peter Hartman DeWolf in honor of

the sheriff.

And they all pitched him a dollar apiece on account

of it being the first baby ever born on a

manhunt.

Wait a minute.

Here's the mayor himself.

Maybe there's a statement.

Don't fester me now, please.

I have a lot on my mind.

This order won't say anything.

Have you seen Sheriff Hartman?

No.

What effect's this jailbreak going to have on the colored

voters?

Ah, your honor.

Tell me, is there a red menace or ain't there?

Hartman, I've been looking for you.

So have we.

What's the deal, Pinky?

Who engineered this getaway?

Just a minute, fellas.

We got him located.

Williams?

Where?

Where he used to live.

The rifle squad just starting out.

You can catch him if you hurry.

Pink, I want to talk to you.

I ain't got time, Fred.

I mean, when the professor asked me for it, I

thought it was for something scientific.

Pete!

Kruger calling.

Here's a red-hot statement from the governor.

The governor says the mayor and the sheriff have shown

themselves to be a couple of eight-year-olds playing

with fire.

Quote him as follows.

It's a good thing for the city that next Tuesday

is election day as the citizens will thus be saved

at the expense of impeaching the mayor and the sheriff.

That's all.

Aye, your honor.

Pete, I've got a mighty unpleasant task to perform.

You're just going to get me rattled, Fred.

I mean, 400 deputies.

Do you want to bankrupt this administration?

But I'm getting them for only $12 a night.

$12 for those romantic pilgrims of yours out there shooting

up everybody they can see for the fun of it?

But, Fred!

Pete, you're through.

Now, don't appeal to my sentimental side.

I don't know what to say, Fred.

A thing of this kind almost ruins a man's faith

in human nature.

Pete!

And our families, Fred.

I've always looked on Bessie as my own sister.

If there was any way out.

But there is a way out.

Just give me a couple hours, will you?

Hello.

400 suppers, nothing doing.

This is a manhunt, not a banquet.

That $12 covers everything.

That gives you an idea what I'm up against.

We're up against a lot more than that bloody slogan

you invented.

Reform the Reds with a rope.

Sheriff Hartman is here.

It's for me.

I'm Sheriff Hartman.

You looking for me?

You certainly are a hard man to find.

I've been looking...

What do you want?

I'm a messenger at the State House.

This is from the Governor.

What's from the Governor?

The reprieve for Earl Williams.

For whom?

Earl Williams, the reprieve.

And the Governor gave me his word of honor that

he wouldn't interfere two days ago.

And you fell for it.

Pete, it frightens me what I'd like to do to

you.

He's gone.

Wooden shoes, was there anybody here for me?

No, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, that double-crossing louse.

Everything will be all right.

Now, don't worry.

All we want to do is ask you a couple

of questions.

The trouble is nobody's using the right psychology of...

You got 260 bucks?

No, sir.

But I got a way of making it.

And more.

What?

Who is it that's been defending Williams?

Hanging around.

Oh, I ain't got time for that drip.

I gotta get 260 bucks in the next five minutes.

It'll take longer than five minutes to get it.

I know where Williams is.

Sure, he's out getting his head blown off with a

rifle squad but that don't get me my dough.

He's with that girl Molly Malloy.

That's where...

Oh, shut up!

Remember, you'll never deliver this.

You got caught in the traffic jam or something.

Don't let anybody see you.

Yeah, but how do I know?

Come and see me at my office tomorrow.

What is your name?

Pincus.

All right, Mr. Pincus.

Now, all you got to do is to lay low

and keep your mouth shut.

Here, you go to this address.

It's a nice, homey little place and you can get

anything you want.

Tell them Fred sent you.

Okay, Fred.

You imagine wooden shoes.

This time tomorrow I'd have been a gentleman.

At last, Louie, have you got the dough?

She sent him a lot of roses, didn't she?

Yeah, stick your roses.

Come on, Louie, I'm in a hurry.

I'll bet you I'm right.

Oh, you?

No, not you.

Hey, look, what are you talking about?

Didn't Walter send you over here?

Sure, in case you need any help.

Yeah, I know, but 260 bucks.

What, 260 bucks?

The money I spent on the story.

Walter promised to send it over, but I can't wait,

so...

So what?

Listen, Louie, you always got a lot of dough on

you.

Oh, so you want it from me, huh?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know, it's a lot of money, you

know what I mean?

Oh, Louie, my whole future depends on this.

My girl's waiting at the trailer going to New York

tonight.

I've only got 15 minutes.

If you help me out in this, I swear that

I'll...

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do with you.

I'm going to take the chance.

Oh, that's such stuff.

I'll run out for you to get the water, and

you can get the money from him.

You're a white man, Louie.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you 150 bucks for the debt.

Hey, wait a minute.

That's taking advantage.

Well, it's the best of what I can do.

Gee, I lose almost 100 bucks that way.

That's 110 you lose.

That's 150.

All right, give me the dough.

There he is.

Hey, look.

What he says on here.

Well, you read what he says on there.

Oh, shoo, that's right.

Well, goodbye and good luck.

Oh.

I'm going to look you up in New York if

there's anything wrong with this.

You know what I mean?

10, 20, 30, 40.

10, 20, 25, 30, 30.

10, 20.

Oh, well, any way I get out of this place,

they...

After me.

With searchlights.

Put down that gun.

It ain't loaded.

I fired all the bullets already.

I surrender.

I couldn't hang off of the roof any longer.

I ain't afraid to die.

I was telling the fellow that when he handed me

the gun, waking me up in the middle of the

night, talking to me about things they don't understand, calling

me a Bolshevik.

I'm an anarchist.

It's got nothing to do with bombs.

It's the philosophy that guarantees every man freedom.

All those poor people being crushed by the system.

And the boys.

The boys that were killed in the war.

And in the slums.

All of those slaves do a crust of bread.

I can hear them crying.

Shut up a second, will you?

Go on, go on, take me back.

Hang me.

I've done my best.

Give me a Waller Burns, quick.

Yeah, right.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Peggy.

Now listen, dear, please, something terrific has happened.

Don't start to phone me out now.

Wait a minute, will you?

Hello, Waller.

Listen, Heldy, come over here right away.

Hold the line a minute.

Listen, Peggy, please, now, I'm in an awful jam.

Don't start to phone me out now, please, honey.

Wait a minute, will you?

Waller, get this, I can only say this once.

I just captured Earl Williams here in the press room.

Yeah, Ernest, hurry over here, I need you, right.

Hello, Peggy, please.

Listen, dear, this is the greatest thing that's ever happened.

Wait till I tell you.

I just captured Earl Williams, the murderer.

Yeah, right, wait a minute.

Please don't tell anybody, honey.

I know, but listen, something terrific has happened.

It's like a dog.

Get out of here, Molly, they're looking for you too.

If you're smart, she'll get out of here.

Tell me where they've gone.

I ain't afraid of them, the yellow murderers.

Lincoln, Lincoln in first.

Shh.

Who is it?

Me, I've got a clue.

I'll be right with you, wooden shoes.

Get back in there.

What is this, a double cross?

I'm trying to save him.

This is very important.

Keep him quiet.

I came down the rain pipe.

I didn't mean to shoot him.

I don't know what happened.

But you can't stay here.

They'll get you.

I don't care anymore.

Well, you gotta hide.

Rats.

No, don't do anything.

I'm ready to go.

I don't care.

It's better to die for a cause than the way

most people die for no reason.

Oh, you won't die.

They'll never get you.

I ain't important.

It's humanity that's important.

Like I told you, Molly, humanity is a wonderful thing.

No, it ain't.

They're just dirty murderers.

Look what they've done to you.

And to me.

That's because they don't know any better.

You're too good for them, that's why.

You're, you're good too.

Me?

Yeah.

I think you're wonderful.

I wrote out a statement the day I left there

with the warden.

So that when I was dead people would understand what

I meant.

There was a lot about you in it.

I said you were the most beautiful character I ever

met.

Yeah?

So this is the time for you to print my

theory of crime prevention.

Okay, you run along and write it out for me.

And hurry up, will ya?

Get back in there, the fellas are coming.

They'll find you.

There's no place else.

Who locked the door?

Coming, Mike.

He's gotta get back in there.

I got an idea.

What's going on in there?

What could I do?

Get you out in ten minutes.

Open up in there, will ya?

All right, all right.

Come on, please.

They'll find me anyway.

Keep quiet, don't even breathe.

I'll be right here.

Hey!

What were you trying to do, kick down the building?

Kind of exclusive, ain't you?

Molly!

Oh, I beg your pardon.

City desk, what's the idea of locking the door?

Well, I was interviewing you.

The desk.

What was he doing there?

With the blinds down.

Oh, you fellas don't understand.

You still here?

Boy, some Halloween going on out there.

They got the whole police department standing on their ear.

Murphy calling, give me the desk.

Any news?

I was never so tired in my life.

They surrounded the house, but Williams wasn't there.

No luck on Williams yet, call you back.

Oh, what a chase.

Commissioner's train?

I'm out with Sheriff Hoffman's deputies.

Yeah, I'm at a drug store.

Well, call me back if you don't believe me.

Come on, come on, operator.

Fitzroy, two five hundred.

Molly, can't you flop somewhere else?

Mmm, smell.

Floody floozy.

Makes me passionate.

Look out, she'll start bawling again.

Why don't you let her alone?

Say, when did you two get so chummy?

Told us he was interviewing her.

You back in the job again?

Hello, Sarge.

McHugh, anything doing?

You still here?

Trying to hang something on us, if you ask me.

Well, I'm waiting for Walter.

He promised to send a guy over with some dough.

Hey, this looks good.

An old lady just phoned the detective bureau and claims

Earl Williams is hiding under her piazza.

Tell her to stand up.

Well, just the same, fellas.

That sounds like a pretty good tip.

Shall we go out on it?

Say, I'll cover this end for you.

Don't let's do any more going out.

Who pulled the shades down?

Molly likes it that way.

Hey, I got a hunch Williams ain't any place they've

been looking for him.

He might be right here in this building.

Sure, hanging around like a duck in a shooting gallery,

I suppose, bright guys.

Now, there's the skylight he got out of.

But how could he get from there to the ground?

I'm pretending there ain't any Earl Williams.

Look, he'd have jumped over to this roof.

That's only about four feet.

Yeah, once he got on this roof, he could slide

down the rain pipe and come in any of the

windows on this side.

Well, if the story's gonna walk right in the window...

If those guys go home, Williams will probably call on

you.

Well, there must be something in what Ed says, or

they'd certainly have nabbed Williams by now.

The whole city's inside out looking for him.

Well, if he came in this building, it's as if

he's still here.

There hasn't been a chance for a fleet to get

through those cops downstairs.

Unless it's one that fell off of the sheriff.

What's happened?

Oh, you're still here, Johnson.

Thought you were going to New York.

Is this the only place you can find to sit

in?

This chair and this desk are my property, and I

don't have anybody using it.

Anybody.

What are you looking for, Roy?

I forgot my aspirin.

Oh, you don't want to get aspirin.

It's bad for your heart.

It is, really?

Yes.

I've noticed palpitations every time I've taken some.

What's the matter, Roy?

You sick?

Sick.

Say, if I haven't got the grip coming on, I

missed my guest.

Well, that's an end for nuts.

Get the tonsilline.

I know how to spell it.

Any drugstore?

Any drugstore.

I'll get me some.

That drinking cup.

Well, I wish Walter could get here.

My dough.

Hey, speaking about dough, there's a ten grand reward for

that guy Williams.

Let's get the cops and search the building.

What do you say?

Wouldn't it be funny if we found him right here

in the building?

Supposing he is here in the building.

That's right.

Listen, let's all grab a floor.

Whoever finds him, we'll split the reward.

I'll stay here.

I don't know about that.

Get my sunset blown off.

What else is it good for?

Besides, he can't hurt anybody.

Aw, come on, Mac.

Well.

Now listen, Mother.

Don't you mother me.

If you've got anything to say for yourself, after keeping

us at that station all this time, you come downstairs

and say it to Peggy.

I don't move out of here without you.

But I already told Peggy that...

I know a lot of gibberish about a murderer.

No, I...

I don't care if you did catch him.

You come with me this moment.

I knew something stunk around here.

Who says he caught him?

What do you mean you caught a murderer?

I didn't say anything of the kind.

Yes, you did.

You never told her that.

I said I was trying to catch him.

You see, Mother, you got it all boiled up.

What do you know about it?

He's a man.

Where is Daryl Williams?

How should I know?

Where is he?

Come to me before we knock it out of you.

Who are you trying to cross?

Wait, you slow pigeons.

He doesn't know where Williams is.

I'm the one that knows.

What do you mean you know?

Go find out, you heels.

You don't think I'm gonna tell?

We'll make you.

Leave her alone, she's goofy.

She ain't too goofy to know where Williams is.

No, no, you ain't getting out of here.

Now where is he?

Where are you hiding him?

I ain't gonna squeal.

I ain't gonna.

You got it, tell her, we'll shake it out of

you.

Want to have us call the cops and give you

the boots?

Come on, wouldn't you?

Slap it out of her.

Where is he?

Before I hurt you.

Don't you come near me, you kidney butt.

Keep away, keep away from me.

I'll knock your heads off.

Put it down on that chair.

No, you don't.

You'll never get it out of me.

I'll never tell, never.

Grab her.

Carl, Carl, get a stretcher.

Take me out of here.

She's moving, she's alive.

Stand back there, don't touch her.

Get the cops, wouldn't you?

Come on, fellas.

Oh, gee, the poor kid.

Walter, did you see that?

She jumped out the window.

I know, where is he, I said.

No, anyway, she ain't dead.

Come to, Hildy.

He's in the desk.

Oh, the poor kid.

Let me out, I can't stand this.

Keep quiet, you're sitting pretty.

What's the matter?

That's my girl's mother.

What are you doing?

Shut up.

I won't shut up, that girl killed herself.

Oh, you're doing something wrong.

What's in there?

I'll teach you anything you say, boss.

Now, don't worry, mother, this is only temporary.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going out to get my girl.

Your girl, what are you, some killing college boy?

In a time of war, you could be shot for

what you're doing now, for less.

Oh, there's your story, smeared all over the front page.

Earl Williams caught for the morning post to take all

the credit.

I covered your story and I covered it right.

Now I'm getting out of here.

Why, you drooling sap head, what do you mean a

story?

You've got the whole city by the seat of the

pan.

I know, but...

Oh, you know, you've got the brain of a pancake.

Listen, Hildy, if I didn't have your interest at heart,

would I be wasting time arguing with you now?

You've done something big, you've stepped into a new class.

What?

Why, we'll make such monkeys out of those war healers

that nobody will vote for them, not even their wives.

Expose them, huh?

Crucify them, we're going to keep Williams undercover till morning

so the post can make the story exclusive.

Then we'll let the governor in on the capture and

share the glory with him.

I see, I see.

You've kicked over the whole city hall like an apple

cart.

You've got the mayor and Hartman backed against the wall.

Well, yeah, I wasn't thinking about it that way, I

guess.

We'll be the white-haired boys, won't we?

Why, they'll be naming streets after you, Johnson Street.

You and I and the governor are going to run

this town.

Yeah, but we can't keep Williams here.

I'm going to carry him over to my private office.

Where's our telephone?

That one, right over there.

But how are you going to take him out there

and see him?

Not if he's inside the desk, we'll carry it over.

I can't do that, I swore him with cops outside.

We'll lower out of the way those pulleys.

Hildy, snap into it.

Grab that machine and start pointing out a lead.

How much do you want on it?

Hello, Duffy, get set.

We've got the biggest store in the world.

Earl Williams caught for the post-exclusive.

Send word down to Butch McGirt.

I want ten huskies to lay him right over here,

restroom, criminal court building.

Butch will get that desk out.

Nothing's ever stopped those boys.

We'll make nice shootings.

Fine.

Now listen, Duffy.

I want you to tear out the whole front page.

That's what I said, the whole front page.

Out.

Johnson's running the lead.

Hildy!

What the devil do you want?

Hildy!

Miss, you can't come in here.

Take the Chinese earthquake.

Wait a minute, Duffy.

Now look here, little girl.

You're doing this to him.

He was going and you stopped him.

Listen, dear, something terrific has happened.

I was going to tell you, but I couldn't.

Tell her nothing.

She's a woman, you fool.

I'm not going to let you do it.

You're coming right now.

Holy jumping.

Darling, this is the biggest chance of my life.

Keep quiet.

You don't want to marry me, that's all.

I'm a decent man.

You never intended to be decent and live like a

human being.

You were lying all the time.

All right, then, if that's what you think.

Sebastian's jumping and I'm trying to concentrate.

Oh, I see what you are now.

Just a rotter, like him.

Sure, that's what I am.

No, leave the rooster story alone.

That's human interest.

You're just a heartless, selfish animal without any feeling.

It's all your fault.

Shut up, will you?

Let me talk to Butch.

Sure, that's what I am, a rotter, and that's all

I ever want to be.

Oh, you can't talk to me like that.

You want me, you'll have to take me as I

am instead of trying to make a pussy out of

me.

I'm no stuffed shirt writing peanut ads.

I'm a newspaper man.

Let him come, he'll be fast.

Get back in there, you mock turtle.

It isn't going in yet?

Well, don't.

Never buy the mail trains.

You're not working for the advertising department.

Keep on this wire.

Oh, nuts.

Duffy.

Duffy!

I told him to stay on the phone.

And now the moon's out.

Three taps is me.

Don't forget, you're sitting pretty now.

Got enough air?

Hey, where have you been?

Never mind your diabetes, keep on this phone.

Listen, did you impress her on who should take a

taxi that every minute counts?

You did?

All right, Duffy's getting old.

Where is Butch?

He's out of the way.

Better hurry, the fellas will be coming back to phone.

How is she?

Don't know yet.

What's your lead, Hildy?

While hundreds of Sheriff Hartman's paid gunmen stalked through the

city shooting innocent bystanders spreading their reign of terror, Earl

Williams was lurking less than 20 yards from the Sheriff's

office.

No, that stinks.

Aren't you going to mention the post?

Don't we take any credit?

15 years I've been telling you how to write a

newspaper story.

Have I got to do everything?

Get the story, write the story?

Listen, you crazy baboon, I can sneeze better newspaper stories

than you can write.

You ought to go back to chasing pictures.

You were good at that.

You ungrateful windbag.

Who wrote the Fitzgerald confession?

Who wrote the Ruth Randall diary?

How about the Dayton flood?

Even the telegram operator was crying.

Make me cry now.

Duffy, what's the name of that religious editor of ours?

I'm going to get Sipperty to make up a prayer

for our fair city in eight column, old English boldface,

right across the top of the paper.

Our father, there were 421 murders in this our fair

city last year.

All in religious lingo, see?

Our father.

What a prayer.

What an idea.

You better pray that desk will float over to your

office.

Wait, wait, wait.

I've got an inspiration.

Now here's your lead, Duffy, take this down just as

I say it.

Someday you're going to do that and I'm going to

belt you right in the jaw.

The post again rode to the rescue of the city

last night in the darkest hour of our history.

Earl Williams.

Earl Williams, the Bolshevik tiger leaping snarling from the gallows

upon the planks of the city was captured.

I got you, I got you.

Go on from there.

Who's that?

Who's that?

What's the idea in locking this door?

It's Benzinger, that's his desk.

What's his name?

Benzinger.

What's the idea in locking that door?

Haven't you any better sense at all?

This isn't a private room and you ought to know

better.

Oh, Mr. Burns, oh my.

It's quite an honor having you over here.

Hello, Benzinger.

Yes, if you'll excuse me, please, I just want to

get my...

Quite a coincidence, my running into you tonight.

Isn't it, Hildy?

Yeah.

Well, how do you mean?

I was just having a little chat about you this

afternoon.

That's nice.

With our Mr. Duffy.

Did you like the poem?

The poem?

Oh, the poem was great, wasn't it?

Especially that ending.

And all is well outside his cell, but in his

heart he hears the hangman calling and the gallows falling

in his white-haired mother's tears.

Heartbreaking, isn't it?

How would you like to work for me?

What?

We need somebody like you.

All we've got over there now are a lot of

low-brows and leg men like Johnson here.

You serious, Mr. Burns?

My dear Benzinger.

Mervyn, isn't it?

Roy, Roy V.

Roy Benzinger, the poet.

Put him right on the stand.

What are you getting in the Tribune, Roy?

Seventy-five.

I'll give you a hundred and a byline.

Give him everything he wants.

Now hustle.

Yes, sir.

And write me a story from the point of view

of the escaped man.

He hides, cowering, afraid of every light, of every sound.

He hears footsteps, his heart going like that, and all

the time they're closing in.

Get the sense of an animal at bay.

Yes, sir.

I wonder if you'll excuse me.

I just want to get my rhyming dictionary.

It doesn't have to rhyme.

Oh, no, no.

I can't tell you, Mr. Burns, how terribly grateful I

am.

Yes, sir.

You don't suppose sometime there might be an opening for

a foreign correspondent?

I'm partly a little French, you know.

I'll keep you in mind, Roy.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Au revoir, mon capitaine.

I heard mother's tears.

Duffy, get this.

The Tribune sneak is coming over to get a job.

Bensinger, the fellow I told you about.

Tell him to get busy writing poetry.

No, we don't want him.

Handle him with kid gloves till he gets through, then

tell him his poetry stinks and kick him downstairs.

You double-crossing rat.

That will teach him not to quit his job without

giving notice.

Taxi!

The balding post building, quickly.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Yes, Duffy, stick on this wire.

Tell him, will he not feel like a frozen robin?

Oh, you've just jazzed up my whole life, that's what

you've done.

You'll have all plans set when Butch gets here.

Butch.

He'd go through fire for me.

Fine horse's bustle I turn out to be.

Well, the window's out.

We'll have to carry it out of the building.

Gee, she was the most wonderful girl I'll ever know.

She had looks, brains, spirit and everything.

Who are you talking about?

My girl, who do you think?

Mumbling about your girl now?

You've got a story to write.

Practically chased her out like she was some pickup.

You acted like a man for the first time in

your life.

I'll never love anybody else.

They don't come twice like that in a man's life.

You'll sleep it off.

Gee, when she was sick in the hospital and you

sent me on that wild goose chase all over Kentucky,

she never even complained.

Sick in the hospital.

Well, she was, she nearly died.

I see, she never complained, she just nearly died.

I'd have been on the train.

I'd have been on my way to New York.

I'd have been as happy.

I was in love once.

With my third wife.

My treater drove white.

Let her have a maid and everything.

I was sweet to her.

Oh, who wants to hear about your wife?

I trusted her.

Then I later let her meet a certain party in

the Tribune and what happened.

One night I came home unexpectedly.

I let myself in through the bedroom window.

End of story.

I don't want to hear about your troubles.

And the very next morning, what do I read in

the Tribune?

All over the front page.

My attraction story that I've been full enough to tell

my wife.

You know a lot about women, you do.

You and that stable you keep.

You never met a decent woman.

You wouldn't know what to do with a pure girl.

Oh, yes, I would.

You take that back.

What do you think women are, flowers?

Now take that dame that shot the dentist.

And Mrs. Vermillion.

Husband comes home all worn out, hungry.

Takes a spoonful of soup and falls over dead.

Arsenic.

And Mrs. Petrus, burning her husband up in the furnace.

Oh, Hildy, when you've been in this business as long

as I have, you'll know what women are.

Murderers.

Borgias.

Boy, I'm a sap falling for your line of...

Johnson Street.

You've had a good rest.

Get back on the story.

Here, you're just nervous.

Sure, I'll take that.

I might bustle in a monkey cage.

Shut up, you fat head.

Who is it?

Boss!

What's the matter?

Where's the old lady?

Been in a fight?

Down Western Avenue, 35th Street.

We was going 65 miles an hour, you know what

I mean?

Where's the old lady?

I'm telling you.

We ran smack into a police patrol, you know what

I mean?

We caught him in the act.

Tell me, where is she?

I'm telling you.

Can you imagine bumping into a load of cops?

When I come to, I was running down 35th Street.

But you were with her, you were in the cab

with her, weren't you?

Yeah, was I.

The taxi driver, he's got to knock cold.

Butterfingers.

I'll give you an old lady to take somewhere, and

you hand her over to the cops.

What do you mean, I hand?

The police patrol was on the wrong side of the

street, and there you got it.

Now everything's fine.

She's probably squawking her head off in some police station.

I don't think she's talking much.

You know what I mean?

Oh, now tell me, was she killed?

Say, with that rack of what I got against me,

and the bank job, and the big blow right here,

I should stick around asking her questions for my lot

of cops.

Oh, sure.

Dead.

Well, that finishes me.

That's fate, Hildy.

What will be, will be.

Oh, sure.

What am I going to tell Peggy?

What am I going to say to her?

You'll never see her again.

Now snap out of it.

I don't know what's in here.

But I killed her, I did.

What am I going to do?

How am I ever going to face her?

Look at you.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you, you murderer.

If it was my own mother, I'd carry on.

You know I would.

For the paper.

Wait, why did it happen?

Because I'm going out.

You stay here, I'll find out about everything.

Weston and 34th.

Hello, hello.

Yes, listen.

Nobody?

I can't hear.

You got who?

Speak up.

A what?

Oh, you can't stop for a game now.

Is this a community hospital?

Butch, I don't care if you've been trying for six

years.

Our whole lives are at stake.

Are you going to let some round-heeled blonde ruin

everything?

Hello, Eddie.

Billy Johnson.

I'd put my arm in fire for you.

Up to here.

Oh, hello, ma'am.

Now listen, Tramp.

You can't keep Butch away from his duty.

What kind of language is that?

Hello.

Hello.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill both of them.

Debbie.

Messing around with some big blonde, Eddie, when I need

him.

That's cooperation.

Shut up, will you?

You sure nobody?

Die!

Tie up, beat us.

I ought to know better than to hire anybody with

a disease.

Louie.

It's up to you.

Anything you want, boss.

Beat it up and get a hold of some guys,

will you?

That's what you want us to get.

Anybody with a hand in the chest.

Get them off the streets anywhere.

Offer them anything, only get them.

We got to get that desk out of here.

Boss, the short top on my back.

You know what I mean?

Don't bump into anything.

Come on, let's go back to the press room.

Yeah, Ed, tell him to give us a ring there.

Yeah, tell him to ring us in the press room.

Ring us at the press room.

If Louie don't get back in five minutes, we'll give

it out alone.

We're millions away.

We'll start a fire, have the firemen carry it out,

the confusion.

Ring that number, will you?

Come here, see if we can move it.

Hello, is this the Lying Inn Hospital?

Did you have an auto smash-up in the last...

Will you come here?

Oh, I see.

Well, I beg your pardon.

When I'm surrounded with my back against the wall, you're

not going to lay down on me.

I'm going to lay down on you and spit in

your eye, you murderer.

I don't care what you think I am, I'm going

out to find my girl's mother.

Your girl.

You and Butch McGurk, woman lovers.

I'm going out to find her.

Don't open that.

Here he is.

Hold him.

Let go of me, what's the idea?

What's her hurry?

Wait a minute, we want to see you.

Keep your paws off of me, will you?

Wait a minute, Hartman, wait a minute.

Who do you think you are, breaking in here like

this?

You can't bluff me, Burns.

I don't care who you are or what paper you're

editor of.

Let me go.

Something's happened to my girl's mother.

Hang on to him, boys.

We know what you're up to.

Probably going out to get Williams.

The door was locked.

He and Molly were talking.

I don't know anything.

He wasn't born yesterday.

Now the boys tell me that you and this Molly

Malone...

No, nobody's trying to put anything over on you.

I'm going to get out of here and you can't

stop me.

Hey, you ain't going to get anywhere.

Sheriff, he's got the whole story sewed up and that's

why Burns...

That's why...

that's why Burns is here.

Where are you, Harry?

Let us in on it.

If you've any accusations to make, Hartman, make them in

the proper manner.

Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to get out.

You'll ask me to what?

Get out.

Close that door.

Don't let anybody in or out.

Come on, Peaky, give him a little third degree.

Make him talk, Peaky.

You've got Williams.

Johnson, I'm going to the bottom of this.

Tell me, what do you know about Williams?

Are you going to talk or ain't you?

What do I know about Williams?

All right, boys, take him along.

I've got ways of making him talk.

Look out, Jude!

He's got a gun.

Hey, Walter!

Give me that.

Where'd you get this?

He's got a right to carry a gun if I

want him.

Not this gun.

I can explain that, Hartman.

He was having some trouble in the spray case.

I gave it to him to defend himself.

Oh, you did, eh?

Well, that's very, very interesting.

This happens to be the gun that Earl Williams shot

his way out with.

Oh, getting married, huh?

Maybe Williams is going to be his best man.

That's pretty hildy, crossing your own pals.

What do you know about that, eh?

Are you trying to make me out a liar?

I know my own gun, don't I?

Don't you ever make a mistake?

Oh, now we're getting the story.

Then hildy got that gun from Earl Williams.

Where is he?

Where do you got him?

You're barking up the wrong tree, Hartman.

I'll give you three minutes to tell me where he

is.

You know, at the hospital.

They're calling Professor Egglehoffer.

What?

With a bag of marshmallows.

Take a magazine along.

He ain't there.

Say, what about Mr. Burns?

Ask the mastermind what he's doing here.

Speak up, Burns.

What do you know about this?

My dear Hartman, all can that.

Come on now, where is he?

The warning post is not obstructing justice or aiding criminals.

You ought to know that.

No?

Well, Johnson, you're under arrest.

You too, Burns.

Who's under arrest, you insignificant pimple-headed square-toed spy?

Do you realize what you're doing?

You'll see about that.

Carl, get the mayor on the phone.

Ask him to come over here.

That man there.

Tell me, mother, are you all right?

What's the idea here?

This lady claims she was kidnapped.

What?

They dragged me all the way down the stairs.

Just a minute, lady.

What does this man to do with it?

He was the one in charge of everything.

He told them to kidnap me.

Are you referring to me, madam?

You know you did.

What about this Burns?

Kidnapping, eh?

Well, it's beyond me.

Who is this woman?

What a thing to say.

I was standing right there when the girl jumped out

of the window.

Did you get the mayor on the phone, Carl?

Yeah, coming right over.

Oh, madam, be honest.

If you were joyriding, drunk, or got into some scrape,

why don't you admit it instead of accusing innocent people?

Oh, corruption.

You unprincipled man.

You...

you...

How dare you say a thing like that?

I'll tell you something more.

I'll tell you why they did it.

Come on, Sheriff.

We've got to get bail.

I was in this room.

They had some kind of murderer hiding him.

Hiding him?

In here?

Hiding him where?

Oh, mother!

Where was he?

Where did they have him?

Madam, you're a cockeyed liar.

He's in the desk.

Holy cow.

For the love of...

What a break.

I thought so.

Get your guns out.

Don't take any chances.

Shoot right through the desk.

He can't hurt anybody.

You got his gun.

Oh, dear.

Grey-haired old weasel.

City desk, quick.

Close that door.

Give me the desk.

Guard that window.

City desk, hurry.

You, stand over there.

Hey, look out where you're pointing that gun.

Give me ammo.

No, you don't.

Let me have the desk, quick.

On the count of three...

Hang on for a second.

Frank, when do you stand each side of the desk?

Something coming up.

Take hold of the cover.

We got you covered, William.

I'll have it in a minute.

Ready for an emergency.

Right away, now.

When I count three...

One...

Two...

Up with it.

Go on.

Shoot me.

Earl Williams was just captured in the press room and

shot to kill William.

Williams found in a roll top, found Williams hiding place.

Williams put up a desperate struggle, but the police overpowered.

He offered no resistance.

He tried to shoot it out with the cops, but

his gun wouldn't work, so he tried to break through

the cordon of police.

The post just turned Williams over to the sheriff.

Four in a minute.

Put the cuffs on those two.

Anonymous note received by the sheriff led to Williams' capture.

More later.

A well-dressed society woman tripped off the cops.

Williams gave away his whereabouts when he sent out the

food.

Sheriff is now tracing a mysterious phone call that gave

away Williams' hiding place.

Where's the old lady?

Hey, madam, where'd she go?

Where's the old lady?

Hello, girlie.

Give me Jacoby quick.

Hartman, you're going to wish you'd never been born.

Fine work, Pete.

You certainly delivered the goods.

I am proud of you.

They look kind of natural, don't they, Fred?

A sight for sore eyes.

Well, it looks like you boys stepped into something up

to your necks.

Aiding an escaped criminal, and a little charge of kidnapping

that I'm looking into.

That's the jail.

There must be somebody there.

Hey, there's the old lady now.

It looks like about 10 years apiece for you birds.

Does it?

You forget the power that always watches over the morning

post.

Your luck's not with you now.

Jacoby, I call him.

Williams.

Yeah, single-handed.

Then bring him right over.

We'll proceed with a hanging-first schedule.

You'll be in office exactly two days more, and we're

pulling your noses out of the state bank.

Give me the district attorney's office.

I'll tell you what you'll be doing.

You'll be making brooms in the state penitentiary.

Hello, Duras.

This is Hartman talking.

Come over to my office right away, will you?

I just arrested a couple of important birds and I

want you to take their confessions.

Stuckey, get Franz Darrell.

All the lawyers in the world aren't going to help

you.

This is the morning post you're talking to.

The power of the press, huh?

Bigger men than you have found out what the power

of the press means.

Presidents.

Yes, and kings.

Fred, whenever you think you've got the post licked, that's

a good time to get out of town.

On a hand card.

Whistling in the dark, eh?

The old man that told me that was Eddie Cain

a week before he cut his throat.

And I've got the same feeling right now that I

had five minutes before that happened.

Here's your reprieve.

Get out of here.

You can't bribe me.

What's all this?

Get out of here, you.

I won't.

Here's your reprieve.

What?

I don't want to be your steady stealer.

Who is this man?

Who is bribing you?

They wouldn't take it.

Irving Pinkett.

You old drunken idiot.

Arrest him.

The idea of coming here with a coffin full of

story like that.

It's a frame up.

Some imposter.

Wait a minute.

Murder, eh?

Hanging an innocent man to get an election, huh?

It's a lie.

I never saw him before.

Why, Fred, when did you deliver this the first time?

They started right in bribing me.

Who's they?

Them.

That's absurd in the face of it, Mr. Burns.

He's talking like a child.

The unseen power.

He's insane or drunk or something.

Since this unfortunate man, Williams, has really been reprieved, I

personally am tickled to death.

Aren't you, Pete?

I'd hang your mother to win an election.

That's a horrible thing to say, Johnson, about anybody.

Now look here, Walter.

You're an intelligent man.

Wait a minute.

All right, Mr. Pinkett, let's have your story.

Well, I've been married 19 years.

Let's skip all that.

Take those handcuffs off the boys, Pete.

That wasn't at all necessary.

I was just going to.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Why don't you take the cuffs off the boys?

Walter, I can't tell you how badly I feel about

this.

There was no excuse for Pete to fly off the

handle.

I was only doing my duty.

There wasn't anything personal.

Why don't you guys quit politics and take in Washington?

What did you say your name was?

Pincus?

That's right.

Here's a picture of my wife.

Fine-looking woman.

Why, she's good enough for me.

Boy, I'll bet she is.

Hildy, what's the matter?

What are they going to do?

Those reporters said that...

Oh, Peggy, don't start to bore me out now.

Nobody's going to do anything to anybody.

Of course not.

My old friend Walter Burns and I understand each other

perfectly, I trust.

And so do I.

So do you what?

You who do?

And now, Mr. Pincus, if you will come with us,

they said they'd arrested you.

We were going to have a little feeble of her

after the hanging.

A sort of a buffet breakfast.

Hartman!

I'm coming, Fred.

What do you say if we eat it now?

Delicious ham and some of Mrs. Hartman's own preserves.

Hartman!

Oh, dear.

Wait till those two read the post in the morning.

Hildy, get that guy Pincus over to the office tomorrow.

Nothing doing.

I'm all washed up.

What's that?

I mean it this time, Walter.

Oh, Hildy, if I only thought you did.

Peggy, if I'm not telling the absolute truth, may I

fall dead?

I'm going to New York tonight with you, if you'll

give me this one last chance.

I'm going to cut out drinking and swearing and...

Everything connected with that crazy newspaper business.

Honey, I'll never even read a newspaper.

I've got an idea.

No, sir.

Nothing you can say will ever change my mind.

This time I'm through and I mean it.

Peggy, I got a lot of nerve to ask you

to marry me.

I'm a prize package, all right, but if you'll take

me, here I am.

Darling, don't talk that way.

I want you just the way you are.

Gosh, Hildy, I didn't know it was anything like this.

Why didn't you say something?

I'm the last person in the world to want to

step between you and your happiness.

You ought to know that.

I love you, you crazy mug.

You're getting a great guy, Peggy.

Yeah, well, never mind the Valentines.

Goodbye, you turkey.

You're a great newspaper man, Hildy, and I'm sorry to

see you go.

Well, if I ever come back to the business, which

I won't, there's only one guy I'd work for.

You know that, don't you?

I'd kill you if you ever worked for anybody else.

You hear that, Peggy?

That's my diploma.

Gee, Walter, I don't know what to say except...

I'm gonna miss you.

Same here, son.

Fifteen years we've been knocking around together.

That's before you were born, honey.

And what jams we've been in.

And what excitement we've had.

Same.

Do you remember the time we hid the missing heiress

in the sauerkraut factory?

The two of us.

Hey, Peggy, get him to tell you about the time

that we stole only the hangry stomach from the coroner's

physician.

We proved she'd been poisoned.

We had to hide for a week.

Well...

I was just talking.

I'd feel worse if I stayed, I guess.

If I thought you were going to be unhappy.

I mean, if you really wanted to...

No.

This is your chance to have a home and be

a human being.

And I'm going to make you take it.

I wouldn't let him stay.

Go on before I make you city editor.

Hurry up, Peggy.

He means it.

Any objections to my kissing the bride?

No, it's okay with me.

Go ahead, Mrs. Johnson.

Thanks.

What time does your train go?

There's another 12.40. New York Central, eh?

Gee, I wish I had time to buy you a

little wedding present.

Wait a minute.

I've got it.

Oh, no, Walter.

Gee, you make me feel like I'm the bride.

Shut up.

It's a present from the big chief himself.

And if you look inside, you'll find a little inscription.

To the best newspaper man I know.

And when you get to New York, you can scratch

out my name and put yours in his place if

you want to.

You know I wouldn't do that.

Take it, Yogi.

Mr. Burns wants you to.

You don't want to hurt his feelings.

Well, this is the first and last thing I ever

got from a newspaper.

Goodbye.

I've always had a queer opinion of you, Mr. Burns.

In fact, I still think you're a little peculiar, but

you're all right underneath.

I mean, I think you're a peach.

So are you.

You look just like a little flower.

Goodbye, you big baboon.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Johnson.

Be good to yourself and the little girl.

Same to you and many of them.

Duffy.

Listen, Duffy.

What's the first stop of the 1240 to New York?

That's right.

I want you to send a wire to the chief

of police there.

Tell him to stop that train and arrest Hildy Johnson.

Bring him back here.

Wire him a full description.

The senator stole my watch.