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It's the Ripper! Come on!

It's the Ripper! Come on!

There he goes!

- He's gone in a house! - Now we've got him!

There was another murder. They're looking for Jack the Ripper.

It's you!

It's you they're looking for!

Anna... Anna...

It's very cold here, Granny.

It's lonely. Very lonely.

'It's so cold, Granny. So cold.'

Mary, dear, listen carefully to Granny.

Is there no one with you in the spirit world to play with, dear?

Is there no one at all?

'It's very lonely, Granny.'

Well, look around you, dear.

Is there no one at all with you?

There must be someone with you.

Oh, I don't think you're trying, dear.

Look behind you.

'Yes.'

Who is it, dear? See who it is.

Look hard for Granny, dear, please.

'I-It's a little girl like me.

'A little girl.'

Ask her her name, dear.

Find out her name.

Not her spirit name, dear.

We wouldn't know her spirit name down here, would we?

She says her name's Claudia.

She's very nice but her dress, it's all wet.

It's Claudia! Claudia, my baby.

Claudia, can you hear Mama?

'Claudia, speak to Mama, please.'

I hear voices, strange voices,

but I can't make out what they're saying.

What is happening? I don't understand the foreign language.

Italian? Is it Italian?

La poverina.

I see a boat. There's been an accident. Is that what I see?

I see a boat and I see water. Lots of water.

- A lake... - Claudia, can you hear me?

Speak to me. Please.

Is Claudia happy, Mary?

Ask the little girl, is she happy, dear?

It's Granny, dear.

Ask the little girl, is she happy?

Can you hear me, Mary?

You must try, dear, or Granny will get very annoyed.

It's no use. We've lost contact with the spirit world.

Oh, please try.

If the spirits won't cooperate,

there's nothing we can do this end.

According to the stars,

the spirits should be very auspicious next Wednesday,

if you'd like to try again.

I can spare a little time about 8:30 if you'd like to pass by then.

Mrs Golding, as a student of the occult

I've never witnessed such close contact with the spirit world.

A truly amazing talent, madam.

A very natural talent, Mr Dysart.

Very natural talent, madam.

- I'll do all I can to help. - Thank you. We're very grateful.

- Thank you. - Till Wednesday, then.

This was your first visit to a medium, then, Mr Pritchard?

Yes, it is.

The young have no interest in spirits.

There are so few people they know who are dead.

As one gets older, one finds

that death separates us more and more from loved ones.

I wager you find that true, Dr Pritchard?

Yes, Mrs Golding.

- Ow! Get off! - My dear young lady!

- What are you doing, girl? - Did I hurt you?

Yes, you did, sir...

I mean, no, of course you didn't, sir.

What are you doing down here?

She loves to listen to the spirit voices. Run along now.

I told her, she mustn't loiter down here when I've got customers...

Guests... She doesn't listen to a word I say.

Your child, Mrs Golding?

I took her in from an orphanage some years ago,

out of the goodness of my heart.

Her mother was done in, I fear. She's a trifle touched, I'm afraid.

God knows what happened to her father if she ever had one.

But one has to do all one can

for the poor creatures of this world. Don't you agree, Dr Pritchard?

Yes, Mrs Golding. One must.

Good night, gentlemen. Good night.

For a music hall turn, it was entertaining.

Music hall turn? Criminal deception.

That poor woman was driven to hysteria.

Mrs Golding's a bloodsucker making money out of human grief.

A letter or two in the press should put her and her like

out of business for good.

Sorry, my boy. I can't expect you to be interested in my pet causes.

- Home now, Pleasants, if you please. - Home?

- Tonight's my stag party. - So soon?

Laura arrives tomorrow, the wedding's only six days away.

- How these things catch up on one. - I wouldn't phrase it that way.

We'll talk later. You take the carriage. I might walk home.

Run along to your club, my boy.

- Good night. - Have a good time.

Right, giddy-up now!

Like a cab, sir? I can run down the Strand and get you one, sir.

Very well. I'll wait here.

Oh, it's like selling my own flesh and blood.

I'll never forgive myself. The poor little dear is only 17.

Oh, come now. It's bound to happen.

Sooner than later if I'm any judge of the girl.

You will be kind to her. She is an innocent girl.

She'd better be at that price.

If I wasn't desperate for money, I'd never allow this.

Of course not.

Hello, my dear.

Don't be frightened, my dear.

Surely your aunt told you I was going to pay you a visit tonight?

Yes, sir.

Shall we close this, my dear?

Makes things more cosy, hmm?

Oh, come on!

I've brought you a little present, Anna.

Look.

There, now. What do you think of that, eh?

I'll wager you've never had anything as pretty as that before, have you?

It's all precious stones, you know.

How do you like it?

It's all yours, you know.

I say, girl, are you all right?

What's the trouble, eh?

Look, damn it, what are you playing at?

Is this some sort of trick?

Come on. You're not dealing with some rustic on his first night in London.

Get up! Come on, you little bitch! Get up!

- Get up! - Stop it! Stop it, Mr Dysart.

She's only a poor, innocent girl.

Look, you old bitch, you're not putting me off with this game.

There, there, Anna. It's all right.

It happens to all of us. Mr Dysart didn't mean to hurt you.

Oldest trick there is. I expect you've sold her as a virgin before.

- Never! - Well, I'll have my way with her

or I'll have my money back...

Stop it! Stop it, Mr Dysart!

All right, then. There's your money.

Good grief, woman! Have you no sense of values?!

There, there, dear. It's all right now.

'Anna...'

Look what you've done...!

Mrs Golding?

Go on! Clear off. Get off out of it! Buzz off!

Right, now. Come on. Out you come.

One fact is abundantly clear, gentlemen...

whoever impaled that woman possessed immense strength.

In going through your individual statements, however,

I've found details that do not...

shall we say, provide a clear picture.

Inspector, I have a number of urgent appointments in the Commons.

Mr Dysart, I shall endeavour not to keep you longer than necessary.

Now, then... Mr and Mrs Wilson.

You were the first to leave Mrs Golding's house,

once the so-called chat with the spirit world was concluded.

- That is correct. - You came out of the house,

got into the carriage and were driven away.

- Did you see anyone leave after you? - No, Inspector.

Are you absolutely certain?

My wife was upset. I didn't notice much beyond that fact.

Then, Dr Pritchard, you left with your son.

My son took our carriage to his club, as I told you in my statement.

I sent a boy to the Strand to fetch me a cab.

When the cab was arriving, I heard the scream.

And when did you leave the house, Mr Dysart?

Shortly after the Pritchards. The door was hardly closed.

- I told you all this. - Then, Dr Pritchard,

you must have seen Mr Dysart leave the house.

- No, I did not. - But you were across the street.

Perhaps, Mr Pritchard, you noticed Mr Dysart?

I'm afraid not.

I hope you realise what you're suggesting.

Perhaps you can explain why you were not seen leaving

by Dr and Mr Pritchard who were 20 feet away?

I, er...

Inspector, it occurs to me that if Mr Dysart left two minutes after us,

it's possible we didn't see him

because we were on the far side of our carriage.

Yes, Dr Pritchard. That is a possibility that occurred to me.

It is a possible explanation.

Of course. How stupid of me. I remember the carriage now.

It slipped my mind.

Will you stand up, Mr Dysart?

Dr Pritchard, you are the only witness I have.

I ask you to observe Mr Dysart with care.

Could Mr Dysart possibly be the man

you saw leave Mrs Golding after she screamed?

It was dark. Could you possibly be mistaken, Doctor?

Think, please, before you answer.

No, I don't think it was Mr Dysart, Inspector. It was a much larger man.

I'm afraid the villain of this piece seems to have escaped you, Inspector.

She got herself lost, Mr Michael. I knew it.

Poor, poor girl.

Mrs Bryant, I'd be obliged if you didn't use that expression.

There's nothing poor about Laura. There she is!

Come on, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm waiting for my fianc�. He should be here in a moment.

Laura?

Michael!

Oh, my love, at last!

Oh, it's been a year and four days, and the four days were the longest.

It'll never happen again, I promise you.

- Welcome home, Miss Laura. - Oh, Nanny Bryant.

Now I now I'm really home at last.

My father couldn't make it, due to "pressure of business".

Your poor father. He works too hard.

Things have changed. He's now a follower of this man Freud.

He calls himself a psychoanalyst.

Now, now, you two. You're not married yet.

Mrs Bryant has orders to keep us in sight until we're married.

I'm to stay at my club.

- The carriage, Miss Laura. - It's Pleasants!

How nice to hear your voice again.

Drive slowly, so that Michael can relate to me all that is happening.

We questioned her, Doctor, but she's no memory of the murder.

None at all?

A complete withdrawal?

I see.

Get us out of here! We're starving!

We're not certain it wasn't too much for the girl's mind.

With Ms Golding gone, who'll look after her?

It'll be the streets for her, like so many others.

Come in, dearie, why don't you? Come and see how royalty live.

Only half a crown.

Perhaps as a doctor, I may be able to help.

She'd be grateful, Doctor.

Want me to put on a show for the doc, Inspector?

- Come for Little Miss Muffet? - Come along, you lot.

Move away there.

Dirty bitches have taken her clothes, Inspector.

Right. That's enough. Let the gentleman through. Stop that!

Don't you do that to me. You'll get your turn. Watch it!

What have I said?

Anna?

Do you remember me, Anna?

Yes, sir. I remember you.

Hey, what about one of us, then, eh?

Belt up, you lot! Not so much of it, you hear?

Do you know where we're going, Anna?

I don't know, sir.

We're going to my home.

I'm going to look after you from now on. Would you like that?

No, you'll be quite safe. There'll be no more seances...

with you playing the ghost.

No more gentlemen calling on you in the middle of the night.

- You'll lead a very different life. - Will I work in the kitchens?

No, Anna. No.

I have a perfectly fine, cook, housekeeper and a maid.

All you will have to do is to learn to become one of the family.

- Family, sir? - Yes.

Muffins! Muffins!

We're here, sir.

Here we are. We're home. This is where I live.

Thank you, sir.

Do you approve?

Oh, yes, sir! It's beautiful!

Well, let's go in.

This will be your room, Anna.

This used to be my wife's room.

She died a long time ago.

But from now on, it will known as Anna's room.

Dolly, help Miss Anna in any way that you can.

Yes, sir.

Well, Anna. Are you pleased?

Well, I... see from that that you are.

Dolly, the first thing to do is get Miss Anna bathed and dressed.

Yes, sir. I'll get the bath ready.

Perhaps you could find something from my wife's wardrobe

suitable for Miss Anna to wear for dinner.

Yes, sir. There's the pink dress. Miss Anna will look lovely in that.

Yes...

Well... Dolly seems to know where everything is,

so don't hesitate to ask her for anything that you may want.

Don't you worry, sir. You'll never recognise her, sir.

Come on, Miss Anna.

Pleasants, bring the luggage.

Yes, Mr Michael.

Oh, Michael, it's so good to be back.

Three steps down...

Oh, and here's the umbrella stand...

Oh! Here's your knobbly old stick, do you remember that?

Oh, it's that horrible old clock. I remember that, too.

We broke it.

And study door...

And the mirror,

which no longer holds any interest for me at all.

And the table, the chair...

and the Chinese vase... and now the stairs...

- Laura... - Oh, Michael, you've moved.

You've got the wrong man, Laura.

Dr Pritchard. I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

How are you, Laura? I hope you had a pleasant voyage.

- In the guest room, Pleasants. - Isn't Laura having Mother's room?

I'm afraid not. We already have a guest.

- May I ask what guest, Father? - Oh, I can learn a room in minutes.

It's no problem. I'm only here for a few days.

It's that girl from Mrs Golding's.

They were keeping her in the cells amongst... very dubious company.

I've said that she may stay here with us.

You've brought her here?!

Anna?

Anna?

Would you come down a moment, my dear?

This is my son Michael. You remember him?

- How do you do, sir? - Welcome to our home, Anna.

- Thank you, sir. - This is my fianc�e Laura.

- Hello, Anna. - Laura is blind, my dear.

- Miss Laura... - Oh, don't be worried.

It's just a nuisance. I see with my hands.

Dolly, take Miss Anna to have her bath.

Come along, Miss Anna. I've got the water ready.

And I must get back to work. See you at dinner later, Laura.

Call Mrs Bryant and get her to show Laura to her room.

What a kind man he is.

I've been expecting you.

Doctor, I've no idea why you saw fit to save me from great embarrassment

but I'm much obliged to you, sir.

It was a misunderstanding...

one which could have ruined my parliamentary career.

Yes, Mr Dysart. Being hanged could have ruined your neck, as well.

I don't wish to slight your contribution

but it wouldn't have gone that far.

Really? Mr Dysart, either you or Anna killed Mrs Golding.

Oh, come now!

Surely you don't think a respectable Member of Parliament

goes about murdering people.

If you even suspected I was guilty, why did you lie to save me?

Because it suited my purpose.

My knowledge of certain mental diseases

leads me to suspect one of you.

- I could be wrong. - I saw it. She was possessed.

Her whole body was contorted. Her hands...

- They weren't her hands. - Really? Whose were they?

How should I know? She was possessed.

If she wasn't, how could she manage, a frail girl,

to drive the poker through flesh and bone

plus an inch and a half oak door?

The hysteria accompanying certain disorders

can produce extraordinary strength.

- That's one explanation. - The other being that I did it?

A possibility.

I don't understand. If you thought I committed a crime that brutal,

we'd hardly be discussing it about your home.

- Anna is upstairs at this moment. - She's what?!

I intend to study her. To do that, she must remain in my care.

Damn it, she's a possessed being, as savage as any beast.

Listen to me. Since time began, men have been murdering one another.

When it happens, we hunt the murderer down

and use the law to murder him in return.

We've tortured him, burned him alive, disembowelled him,

though nowadays we're more humane... we simply hang him.

And all this time, we have never once tried to understand him,

to find out why.

Why one human being murders another human being.

So we go on having murders and murdering in revenge.

Only the graveyard worms are richer.

- But she was possessed... - Nonsense!

I believe the girl is suffering from a disorder of the mind,

possibly brought on by some terrifying experience in childhood.

Maybe it was congenital, but it has divided her mind.

There's an Austrian doctor called Freud who studied this.

It's called schizophrenia.

He also used a new science called psychoanalysis

to explore the mind and its disorders, to find out why.

This is the technique I would like to use with Anna

but I need your help.

Now perhaps you can understand my behaviour at the police station.

I want you to use your position to find out about her past...

her family, where she lived, everything.

The slightest detail could be vital to understanding her condition.

- What if she murders somebody else? - She won't.

Even if she did, to understand the psychology of murder

would be worth the risk.

And if I refuse?

I might just remember who it was I saw

leaving the house after the murder.

With greater accuracy this time.

You'd better go the way you came.

One thing you've got to learn around here

is to affect what Dr Pritchard calls a happy countenance,

which means he likes to see people with smiles on their faces, he does.

Not that he's one for smiles and giggles himself, know what I mean?

- Not like us. - I wasn't crying because I was sad,

I was crying because I was happy.

- It's such a beautiful room. - I know you were, Miss Anna. Oh!

Oh, it's all right. It's only Dr Pritchard.

Anna, at my age, one treats modesty as an affectation of the ugly.

It'll fit Miss Anna a treat, sir.

See how this goes with the dress.

Oh, sir. It's lovely!

We'll be at the restaurant within the hour,

as soon as I can leave the embassy.

I've left you the carriage. Pleasants will see you to the door.

Dolly.

Don't let her out of your sight until she's in the carriage.

She's had a disturbing day. She needs company.

All right, sir. Oh, Miss Anna.

You're going to look like a proper princess tonight.

You just wait and see.

- Here. - Ooh!

Ooh, it's a tight fit. Goodness, look at the time.

Oh, darling, your holding me like this is ruining our reputations,

but I could do it all night.

- Then we shall. - When we're married, please.

But now there's no more music, and your father's waiting.

Oh, Father...

Oh, it's so hot.

- Let's go back and dance. - No. My feet hurt. I'm sitting down.

- I'm so hot. - To your right.

Ah! That's better.

The dancing's made me thirsty. Oh!

Oh, my goodness.

It's all right.

I must leave. I'm worried about Anna. She should have arrived by now.

- We shan't be late. - Mrs Bryant will look after you.

Thank you, Dr Pritchard.

I'm sorry. Something seems to have spoilt the evening for your father.

But not for me.

Oh, Dolly. It's so beautiful.

I'm afraid to move for fear I'll wake up.

You're not asleep, Miss Anna.

Here. Take a look at the back.

Do you have to all me "Miss"? I'd much prefer us to be friends.

No, that would never do. You can't have the likes of me

talking to a lady on such familiar terms.

- But I'm not a real lady yet. - Wait till you see yourself in this.

Oh, Miss Anna, you're going to look lovely tonight.

Everybody's going to be looking at you.

You're going to be the belle of the ball, you just wait and see.

There. It'll look lovely on that dress.

There now.

Oh, Miss Anna, do you like it?

Oh, you do like it. I knew you would.

Miss Anna, you look just like a little doll,

all done up to meet the queen.

I'll kiss you now, then, before you become a lady.

'Anna...'

Pleasants, go to the restaurant and tell Mr Michael that you're waiting.

- I'll take a cab if I need one. - Very good, sir.

Anna...

Anna?

Give it to me, Anna.

Give it to me.

I will keep it for you.

Stay here.

Stay here.

Dolly?

Anna...

Come with me.

What am I doing here?

- We should be at the restaurant. - It's all right.

It's very late. You've had long day.

You're becoming very sleepy.

Yes, I am. Very sleepy.

- Has anything happened? - Nothing, my dear.

You dozed off and had a bad dream.

Oh, Dr Pritchard...

You came back and found me asleep.

Oh, I'm so ashamed.

- Ah, this is what I was looking for. - Dr Pritchard.

It's all right, Mrs Bryant. Laura's capable of putting herself to bed.

You must get your sleep, considering the heavy time ahead of us.

Oh, yes. The wedding arrangements.

That Dolly promised to wake me up when you came in, sir.

Where has the girl gone?

I'm afraid we've lost our Dolly, Mrs Bryant.

As Anna and I were leaving,

a man brought a message from Dolly's mother.

I never knew she had one. I'd never heard her speak of her mother.

Apparently, her mother's gravely ill.

There was nothing I could do but send her off to give what help she could.

- She was terribly upset. - That kind of girl does come and go.

All young girls today lack character.

It's a fact. Can I get you anything, Doctor?

No, thank you. I just came back for this.

I shall be here when Laura returns, so there's no need to stay up.

If you're certain that I won't be needed,

I think I will take a little rest.

- I'll call if I need you. - Thank you, Doctor.

It's time you were up, Miss Anna.

Come, now, Miss Anna, it's way past noon.

If you don't get up, it'll be too late to bother getting up at all.

- Oh, this is disgraceful. - Mrs Bryant.

Let her sleep. I gave her a sedative last night.

I want you to keep an eye on her. I don't want her to leave the house.

Is she not well, Doctor?

- It isn't contagious, is it? - No, Mrs Bryant.

It's just that she needs rest and care, that's all.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

There you are, Pritchard.

Your message suggested, as well as hysteria, that you've had success.

Doctor, being a scientist,

you'll find nothing I say about possession believable.

So you've found someone to say it for you?

As you know, our dear Queen Victoria herself...

Really, Dysart, the beliefs of that dear lady have no interest for me.

- What have you found out about Anna? - Nothing whatsoever.

I've checked newspapers, police files, all without success.

However, I have contacted a certain personage.

The Royal Medium, Madame Bullard.

Please, Dysart, not a seance.

Madame Bullard has kindly consented to give you an interview tomorrow.

I advise you to go. You have no idea what you're dealing with.

I know very well what I'm dealing with.

Unless you keep that appointment tomorrow, I'm going to the police.

Now, Anna, we're going on a voyage, you and I,

back in time to when you were a very little girl.

I want you to try and remember as far back as you can. Back in time.

Try and search in your mind for that time when you were very, very small.

Do you remember you mother, Anna? What was she like?

She wore a silk dress... with a frill around the bottom.

Mm-hm...

There was a fire in the grate, and it was warm.

'Sometimes...'

'Sometimes?'

'Sometimes?'

'Sometimes I'd sit on her lap by the fire. Sometimes on the rug.'

- There were bars. - Where?

Around my bed. There were bars around my bed.

There were bars around my bed.

And it got very cold. The fire died away very slowly.

It got very, very cold.

My mother kept...

kept lying there so still...

for a long time...

staring at me.

Yes, Anna. Go on.

Rest, Anna.

Rest a moment.

- I can't let you go. - We'll be all right.

Oh, Doctor. I'm sorry if we disturbed you,

but Mr Michael and Miss Laura, they're being very rebellious.

We're only going out to dinner.

I can hardly chaperone them and look after Miss Anna and yourself as well.

I'm only a singular person.

Yes, you're quite right. Go with them to dinner.

Anna and I can manage. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Hurry up, Nanny.

Anna?

Anna!

- What are you doing? - Get out of here!

You're a bit young for this game. Get off home!

'Ere you. What are you doin'? Go on!

Hello, there. You lost yourself, have you, my dear?

You're a bit young for this game, aren't you?

Them old bags up there'll have your hair off

if they catch you on their beat.

Let's look at you. Nice little thing.

Anna?

Anna?

Anna?

When I started, it was a different kettle of fish.

Every girl for herself. None of this business of having your territory.

Ooh, there was lovely houses in them days, all crystal and silk hangings,

and lovely gentlemen to tip you a guinea just for luck.

Beautiful, it was.

Anna?

Come on, dearie. Come on!

Anna.

No, it's all too regulated now, dear,

what with the police on you and the price of gin what it is,

and how even so-called nice ladies act!

You can't tell the professionals from the amateurs! Just a minute.

Oh, now... Bloody key. Oh, there we are.

Now, watch your step, dear.

Now. There. That's it.

There you are. Wait there, dear.

Nice little thing, she is.

There. That's put some light on the subject.

Now, a pretty young girl like yourself,

you've got to start out right.

And the right way isn't by tramping up and down on some street

what's already being solicited on.

Now, I'll just take a little drop of this, dear... for my throat.

No, you see, that's what could have put all those girls in such a temper.

But don't you worry, dear. Long Liz is gonna look after you.

Anna?

Anna?

I'm looking for a girl, this tall, in a cloak. Have you seen her?

- I've seen many girls pass. - Have you seen this one?

- Round by the Crown and Trumpet. - Crown and Trumpet?

- Anna! - If it's a real woman you want...

No, even though the good days is gone for all of us,

there's still good pickings to be made.

Especially for the likes of you... at your age.

You're quite a pretty little thing.

'Ere. Stand up, m'dear.

Let's have a little look at you, then.

Come on, then.

Oh, you're a bit modest there for most gentlemen's taste,

but not to worry, they'll get plumper in time,

and a few little tricks I know.

Oh, poor little thing, shivering with the cold?

It's a wonder you didn't freeze.

'Anna...'

Time you and I...

Oh, my God!

I'm looking for a girl wearing a cloak. Have you seen her?

- I'll pay you well. - That must be the new one.

Yeah, we saw her. She'll remember us, too. Right little grabber.

I shouldn't have thought she was enough woman for you.

- Where is she? - Where's that money?

- Liz took her back to her place. - Oh, yeah.

- Who's Liz? Where does she live? - Liz likes the little girls.

- Where does she live? - Not so bloody hard!

Hands off me! Don't squeeze the fruit unless you're buying it.

- Tell me where to find this Liz! - Blimey! There she is now!

Who the bloody hell done this?

Somebody get the police!

Anna?

Cab?

You bastard! We'll have you! Over this way.

Hey, you! Stop!

That bloke's all right. He was with us when we found Long Liz.

'In sickness and in health...'

In sickness and in health...

- For better and for worse... - For better and for worse...

- Till death us do part... - Till death us do part...

And even then, I plight thee my troth.

And even then, I plight thee my troth.

If anyone here assembled knows just cause

why this couple should not be joined in holy wedlock,

let him speak now or forever hold his peace.

- I know of one very just cause, sir. - What?

If you go any further, they'll be properly married at their rehearsal.

Quite right, Doctor. It's true, you know.

Once when I was a very young curate, I got so carried away

that I prematurely spliced the couple

right on the spot.

- When do we rehearse the kissing? - I was wondering the same thing.

Laura, I believe you'd like a little practice finding the register?

- Yes, please. - The rest of you may stand easy

while we sort out the stroll to the vestry.

Step up now. That's it... That's good.

Why are you crying, Anna?

Because it's all so beautiful.

They look so lovely and happy.

I don't know what I'll do at the real wedding.

Come, Anna.

- Dr Pritchard, do you think...? - Anna...

I want you to think of me as a friend, to trust me.

Would it help if you called me John?

- Oh, no, sir. I couldn't. - Well, I won't have "sir",

and Dr Pritchard sounds much too formal.

- Dr John. - Hmm. All right.

- You were going to ask something? - Yes, I was wondering...

"Even then, I plight thee my troth."

Do you think we know each other in that other world, Dr John?

- What do you mean? - Well, at Mrs Golding's sometimes,

I know I was only pretending...

but sometimes I got into their world.

They were so mad, so full of hate...

unhappy.

- Last night... - That was just a bad dream, Anna.

- I told you, a bad dream. - No.

No, I felt them coming to me so clearly.

Anna, there are no such things as spirits. This is nonsense.

- I want you to meet a certain lady. - Is she a doctor, too?

No, she's not a doctor. Trust me.

Anna...

Anna... Trust me.

A gentleman and young lady to see you, madame.

- They gave no name. - Ask them to come in, Maude.

They are expected.

Do come in.

And be seated.

This is Miss Anna.

Hello, my dear. Sit here, won't you?

- What a pretty dress you have on. - Thank you, madame.

- I hear you have lost your past. - It's facts I need, madame.

- I can only tell you what I see. - What the crystal ball reveals?

Sir, I do not really understand the process myself,

but I use no apparatus, unless I can call myself apparatus.

No crystal ball, not even tea leaves.

Sorry if I disappoint you. Shall I proceed?

Oh, what a very pretty little face you have, my dear.

Don't be alarmed. Nothing I do will harm you.

I've often helped people to find their past,

an sometimes it can be such a very pleasant exper...

There is a violence in this girl. I felt it. Quite sudden.

It's still there now. Something horribly violent.

Something to do with someone close to her.

I see a room, firelight,

a red carpet...

a bed and a child.

A little girl is in the bed.

There is a woman, her mother, and a man, her fa...

Yes. Her father.

He's well-dressed, well-spoken.

A nobleman.

His clothes are years ago.

There's blood on his clothes. He is a man who murders.

The little girl... it is Anna.

She's alone. There is a woman on the floor, lying there, still.

Blood.

The man has murdered the mother of his child.

And that child...

That child is Anna.

Who is this man?

Berner Street... Berner Street.

Why, it's...

Oh, my God!

He's the Ripper!

Who was it?

Who was this man? I must know!

I can't tell you.

But I warn you, the violence of that man is still in this girl.

She is what I would call possessed.

Poor child!

There, there. It's all right. Don't be frightened.

You're all right now.

Poor child.

'Anna...'

Come along, Anna. It's time for us to go.

Madam...

Anna!

Anna!

Why?

Why?!

Giddy-up.

Come in.

- What the devil do you want? - What did Madame Bullard say?

Nothing.

A lot of mumbo jumbo about Jack the Ripper being her father.

- I knew it! - He's been dead years.

- That explains it. - Rubbish. It's not a fact.

- If Madame Bullard... - She's a fake!

Dysart, I'm beginning to make progress.

I'm discovering the causes of her actions. I will cure her.

You can't cure Jack the Ripper!

- That's who she is! - Listen to me, Dysart!

Listen to me.

Let me show you what I've discovered.

Come, Anna.

Now, lie down, Anna.

Now you're feeling very tired, Anna.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Her condition is induced by nothing more than a flickering light.

Do you remember where this began?

She used to hide behind a grille at Mrs Golding's.

The firelight flickering through the grille set up a conditioning,

which she associated with this spirit world nonsense.

She's an emotional, sensitive girl. In reaction against the terrors

of the world she grew up in, her mind went into revolt.

It sought every opportunity available to forget,

to escape into a safer world, where no one could intrude...

or inflict pain...

or lust.

While the light flickered, Anna felt safe.

She felt needed and useful. So, in moments of stress,

her mind seized on any similar pattern to escape.

You may be right, but she's a murderer, a murderer's daughter.

You can't escape that.

- Murder must be punished. - Please, let me prove my theory.

Anna?

Anna?

Anna, I want you to open your eyes and look at something.

Can you see it, Anna?

Yes.

I remember.

I thought it was lost.

Now, look at it again, Anna.

Thank you, Anna.

Now I want you to close your eyes and sleep again.

Rest, Anna... Rest...

You're very tired.

- She's perfectly safe in that state. - How can a murderer be safe?!

What sets her off? Why does she kill?

I haven't discovered what triggers her violence but when I do...

Don't you see? I'm near a discovery

that could change conceptions of crime... and punishment.

Yes, all very interesting, I'm sure.

But it doesn't solve the problem, which is still one of morality.

The girl brutally murdered a woman, possibly more, and she is unpunished.

Is that all you can think of? I'm about to find out why she has to kill

and all you can think of is revenge. I can cure her.

The only cure for her trouble

is a length of good, stout rope about her neck.

It was always the answer. I must have been mad to listen to you.

Fear has made me neglect my duty.

And I think, Pritchard, any revised testimony you give

about seeing me that night will be a waste of your breath,

once it's out you're harbouring a murderer.

As a public servant, I intend to expose this menace.

Good day to you, sir.

Anna, my dear...

I failed.

I failed you and I failed myself.

Forgive me, Anna.

'Anna...

'Anna...'

No! Anna!

Anna!

The alterations to the dress will take hours.

- I can't possibly go with you. - We'll go alone.

Go alone?! You can't be seen out together,

two days before your wedding, unchaperoned.

Ah, there's your solution.

- Where are you off to? - Anna, you're just in time

to save not only our reputation in society but honour, as well.

Don't get too tired, Miss Laura.

- See she doesn't, Mr Michael. - She'll be all right.

Goodbye.

Dr Pritchard, is that you?

Yes, Mrs Bryant. Is Michael with you?

He and Miss Laura have gone to his office in the city, Doctor,

but it's all right, sir.

Anna's with them as chaperone. I wouldn't let them go alone.

I'll just go off and get your tea ready, Doctor.

Take the stairs on the left for the Whispering Gallery, madam.

Thank you.

Do you know there are 258 steps up here?

My father used to bring me when I was a little girl.

I used to so look forward to it.

He'd sit on one side, 100 feet away,

and I'd sit on the other side.

He'd whisper a line of poetry, and I'd whisper the next if I knew it.

That way, I learnt to speak poetry before I could even read.

Anna, give me your hand.

I'm longing for you to see this.

It's really beautiful.

We shall be just under the dome when we reach the top.

Whoa, there. We're here, sir.

- You all right, sir? - Get Mr Michael, quickly.

Right away, sir.

Paper! Paper! Read all about it!

Latest edition! Paper! Paper!

- Anna, Laura, where are they? - St Paul's.

- Get in. We must get there quickly. - What's the matter?

- St Paul's, quickly. - Giddap!

Ah.

Oh, I'm exhausted after all those stairs.

Anna, why don't you go over to the rail? Look down.

I knew you'd like it. Now, go over to the other side,

and sit down and listen to what I'm going to whisper to you.

Go on, Anna.

Are you there yet, Anna? Anna?

Are you there yet, Anna? Anna?

Are you there yet?

- Anna? - Anna?

Dr John, help me.

In her trance...

any kiss would bring back the horror...

of the last image... of her father.

Then... he would possess her.

He would make her kill.

I was wrong.

I made a terrible mistake.

We must get to Laura before anything happens.

Anna, what are you saying? I can't hear you.

Anna, what are you saying? I can't hear you.

'We finished him off, my dear.'

Dr John?

'He's dead and gone,

'along with all the others.'

Anna, is there someone with you?

Anna, is there someone with you?

Help me!

'The dead can't help, Anna.

'Neither can the living.'

Help me!

Anna, what's the matter?

'The dead can't help, Anna.'

It's perfectly safe. You can't fall. You stay there.

I'm coming round to you.

Don't be frightened.

Have two young ladies just gone up?

A little while back, yes, sir.

- Go ahead. I can't make it. - We're about to close.

I'm coming, Anna. Anna?

'Anna...'

Anna? Anna, where are you?

Anna?

They were not all dreams.

Not all dreams.

'What are dreams, and what's real, Anna?

'I've never known.

- 'What does it matter?' - They were not all dreams!

Dr John!

Dr John!

Oh, Dr John, help me!

Anna!

Laura!

Anna, dear, whatever is the matter? You're trembling like a leaf.

Don't be frightened. Just don't look down.

Hold on to me, and I'll lead you back.

Laura!

Anna?

'Whose darkness do we meet in, Laura?

'Your darkness or mine?'

Anna, come to me!

Anna, come to me!

Anna... come to me.

Come to me!

Laura.

It's all right. It's all right, darling.

Come to me!

Dr John!

Anna...

A wave of riots has swept U.S. prisons.

Within 20 months, riots have occurred in 35 states.

It began in Trenton, New Jersey...

moved quickly to Jackson, Michigan.

Here at Michigan Penitentiary for five days...

the world's largest walled prison is torn to pieces by maddened convicts...

who destroy everything they can put their hands on.

Damage is estimated at $2 1/2 million.

Then, in Pennsylvania, inmates seize...

five guards as hostages in Western State Penitentiary.

Damage runs high, as we can see...

in this view inside one of the wrecked cell blocks.

At almost the same time...

231 convicts carry out a similar rebellion...

in Rahway, New Jersey, at the state prison farm.

Here, bed sheets, scrawled with slogans...

are hung from broken windows.

The convicts hold out for 4 1/2 days...

before submitting to authority.

In Menard Prison at Chester, Illinois...

state police are called.

Ten guards are held as hostages...

three of them by prisoners in the psychiatric division.

Here, the inmates insist on speaking...

only to the governor about their grievances.

These riots, costing millions...

and millions of taxpayer dollars...

have aroused great public interest.

Mr. McGee, what, in your opinion...

is the reason these riots occur?

I would like to paraphrase the report of the American Prison Association...

on riots and their causes.

The recent widespread occurrence of prison riots...

is almost always the direct result...

of the shortsighted neglect of our penal institutions...

amounting to almost criminal negligence.

Who is responsible for this negligence?

Public leaders, such as governors, legislators and others...

who must share the responsibility for prisons...

as well as for other branches of government.

And that neglect includes the public?

Yes, indeed. In the final analysis, especially the public.

One final question:

Do you look to further riots in the future?

I abhor riot and disorder...

but until something is done to correct the situation...

we will not see the end of prison troubles.

Thank you, Mr. McGee.

All over America, prison officials wonder...

Where will the next riot occur?

- Mac, you ever been in the punishment block? - No.

Keep your nose clean, or we'll leave you in there.

Well, how's it doing after a couple of weeks?

I like it. Still can't help but feeling sorry for these guys, though.

You'll get over it.

Okay with the crosses.

What's so different about these guys?

X marks the wild animal.

Must be Thursday.

Hey, you gonna feed or ain't you?

You know what you can do with that garbage?

Take it.

This is Honest Hal, folks, bringing you...

the greatest value in used cars.

We're actually giving these cars away.

Ha! If I'd have knew that, I wouldn't be here.

Now, I want you to rush right down here to 2730 Main Street

Get that? 2730 Main Street - right away.

- I'm a-comin', boss! - Now, don't wait.

The right car for the right price for you.

Thanks.

? Ask me if it's true ?

- ? Am I in love - ? - I got to find out about my kid.

- Put it in writing to the warden. - But -

? Can't you see the answer ?

- ? In my eyes ? - Colonel?

- Colonel? - Yeah, Frank?

You're up for parole consideration, aren't you?

- That's right. - Do me a favor.

When you get out, find out if my little girl's still sick.

Well, I'm not out yet.

I gotta find out. I ain't heard in almost two months.

- Your wife will write you. - Naw, she won't write.

That's the reason I'm in here.

I thought I told you to take that bush off.

Yes, sir.

Uh, 63.

Gotcha.

- Barrett speaking. - Block 11, 238.

Hold it a minute.

- Go ahead. - Block 11, 238.

Eleven, 238.

Okay, you're in.

- Barrett. Go ahead. - Block 4, 637.

Four block, 637. Okay, you're in.

- Go ahead, 5. - Block 5, 433.

Five, 433. Okay, you're in.

O Lord, God of my salvation...

I have cried day and night before thee.

Let my prayer come before thee.

Incline thine ear unto my cry...

for my soul is full of troubles...

and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit.

I am as a man that hath no strength, free among the dead...

like the slain that lie in the grave...

whom thou rememberest no more...

and they are cut off from thy hand.

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit...

in darkness, in the deeps

- Dummy up, will ya? - Knock it off!

- Somebody slug that creep! - Mother?

Mother?

Monroe!

Monroe, 48!

Yeah?

What do you want, Schuyler?

They're moving me to a new block tomorrow, and I got a present for Gator.

Would you give it to him now?

Yeah, sure.

- How'd you make it? - I got Monroe.

Good. Now for the others. There's only four screws tonight.

- We got to grab 'em all. - Snader's mine.

No cuttin', Carnie. We're gonna keep 'em alive. That's my plan.

Snader.

Open your trap, and we'll cut you a new one.

- You're not supposed to have this, Snader.

All right, drag him out.

Acton!

Sergeant!

Hey! Monroe! Snader!

Hey! Monroe!

Snader!

Go ahead. You'll have your brains out!

Schuyler, keep that screw away from the phone!

Come on, hurry up. Come on! Let me free!

- Hurry up! - Let's go, Vito!

- I want out! - Let me at the screws!

- Open up the cells. - Hey, let me out, Dunn!

- Let me out of here!

I can't believe it's happening!

- Let 'em out! - All right! Let's go!

Let's kill all screws!

- Where are the screws? - Let's go!

Barrett speaking.

This is Dunn. We've got 11 block and four of your guards.

- You've got what? - Get the warden down here or we're gonna kill every one of 'em.

Riot in cell block 11.

- What's up? - What's the sirens for?

I don't know, but I'll bet it's 11.

Sure, it's the guys in solitary.

It's a break!

Those guys have got guts enough to try anything.

- Well, here we go again. - Yeah, and all for 50 bucks a week.

Captain Barrett?

I've got your open line to the governor's office.

Yes, sir. I'll monitor all calls from 11.

Here's the armory, sir.

Armory, how many men have checked in?

Second watch is coming in now.

Good. Speed 'em along. Here's the way I want 'em dispersed -

two in 1 block, five in 3 block...

two unarmed in 4 block.

Those to be armed get rifles and tear gas.

And tell 'em not to get itchy fingers.

All right, boys, come on. Hurry up.

Watch those itchy fingers. Captain's orders.

Hello. Get me through to Barrett.

Well, cut in on him!

Hello? Hello, Barrett? This is Ambrose. What's up?

A riot in 11 block. The warden's on his way down.

- I'm at the gate. I'll wait for the warden. - Right. I'll meet you in the yard.

Take it easy, fellas!

All right, take it easy!

That's enough! That's enough!

Dummy up! Shut up!

Knock it off!

All right, cut it out!

Quiet down!

All right, pipe down!

If we're gonna win this, we've gotta have discipline!

Now, Carnie here and me are runnin' the show.

We all know what's wrong here.

We're gonna ask for changes, just like they did in the other prisons.

If they don't give it to us, we'll make 'em a present of one dead guard!

Or maybe four!

It may take all of 'em, but they'll listen!

Me and some of my friends are only in here...

because there ain't no room on any other block.

We don't want no trouble.

Lay off!

You're either in or out, okay?

- You all covered? - Yes, sir.

- All posts set? - First thing I did.

- Doubled up in your building? - Yes, sir.

Who did they grab in 11?

Snader, Acton, Monroe -

Monroe? Who assigned him to that block?

- It was my suggestion. - That was a mistake.

I figured him pretty green.

That block takes six guards. It's tough enough to dig up four.

You know how short we are.

All right, Dunn, I'm here.

I want your word, Warden, that I'll have safe-conduct.

I promise you no harm will come to you during this conversation.

Guards, these are my instructions:

Dunn is to be allowed to come out into this yard...

and to return to 11 without interference.

- How about it, Dunn? - Sure, Warden.

When he's ready, 16, open the gate.

- Want me to go with you? - No.

Just Snader.

I gave you my word, Dunn. Hold that gate.

I believe you, Warden, but I don't trust your screws.

You gonna open up?

- What do you want? - I want the press here tonight.

Inmates never win a riot. You know that.

That's my worry.

Release the hostages. I'll get the press.

I can't bargain with you as long as you're holding these men.

I wouldn't stand a chance without hostages, and you know it.

Give me your word you won't harm the hostages...

and I'll get the press.

- I can't hold my boys too long. - Couple of hours.

Okay.

- Attaboy, Dunn! - That's tellin' him!

- That's tellin' him. - Good work.

- How's it goin', Carnie? - We're waitin'...

but we ain't sleepin'.

- Tony, make a list of all this stuff. - I can use that wire.

What do you want to do, blow us through the roof?

Hey, I got something to show you that's terrific. Come on.

Hey, what's that?

Learned how to mix that cocktail in Normandy.

Now, watch this. This is a real beauty.

Hey, that's all right.

Fasten that to the bars of the window, you can knock their brains out.

Make some more.

There we are. It's finished.

- How does that work? - Here, lend me your neck a minute.

Slip it over a screw's neck -

How's it feel, screw?

- That's all right!

Holy smokes!

Right, Governor. I've got to have authority...

to bargain with Dunn and send for the state police.

I warned you we were due for a riot.

I've even got 'em sleeping in the corridors of block 4.

You're always talking about overcrowding, old plant, insufficient personnel.

I don't want to argue that now.

Right now I've got a riot on my hands.

Give me the authority to act before this thing spreads.

Warden, I can't let convicts dictate terms to the state.

I'll send Haskell right away.

Yes, sir. Haskell!

I don't know what that politician will do here. These men can't vote.

Monroe's wife.

Yes, Mrs. Monroe?

Is it true my husband's in block 11?

That's right. He is in the block.

He'll be killed!

We're not going to let anything happen. I promise he'll be all right.

Yes. Good-bye.

Tell the operators not to put any more of the guards' wives through.

Just tell 'em they'll be okay. That's all I can tell 'em anyway.

I got four guys on the front gate, two on the roof.

Yard's all clear.

Captain Barrett's got nothing on you, Gator.

- You working out demands? - Well, we got a pretty good start.

Why don't we get the Colonel in on this?

I've been thinking about that. We could sure use him.

Well, then, use him.

Yeah.

Hey, Colonel...

you're the only guy here besides me who could lead this riot.

You gonna help us?

I had to hit that boy to show these gunsels who's boss.

In the street they think we're wild animals. Tonight you proved it.

What chance do we have if we don't stick together?

This place is bad enough. Don't you make it worse.

We're trying to work up some demands.

I'm asking everybody for their beefs. What's yours?

The same as everyone else - the whole setup.

The bloody cages, the idleness.

- But this riot won't change it. - What will?

Maybe nothing.

We're forgotten.

Colonel, you've got education, medals.

You're used to handling men. Help us with the demands.

Count me out.

- I don't get it. - There are a lot of reasons.

For one thing, I'm up for parole consideration.

You're strictly for you.

All right, you control the boys. I'll help frame the demands.

Hey, Carnie.

- Monroe here wants a cigarette. - No.

Sure. What's the difference?

Sure. Give him the lighted end.

Here.

Take it. It's all right.

Thanks.

What are they doing out there? They're not gonna kill us, are they?

You'll be all right for a while.

It's not me. It's my wife. We're gonna have a baby.

How can you afford a kid on your salary?

I got two jobs - this one and one in town.

If I could get in touch with her -

Hmm. Now you know why the boys fuss so much over letters.

- If I could let her know I'm all right - - They've got wives too.

Y- You got a family?

Sure. Wife and a kid.

It's tough any way you look at it.

I figure too good.

I figure all the time, but it don't add up.

- I'm an accountant, a good one. - Embezzlement?

Nah, robbery.

I'm out for a while, then I take something I don't need.

Grocery, department store - it doesn't matter.

- You mean you don't need the stuff? - No.

Just got to take it. Like some fellas have to take a drink.

You belong in a psycho ward. You shouldn't be here.

You're - You're different.

Different? Take Ray in 26.

Armed robbery. Do you think all that happens...

is that he says to himself, I want something and then goes and gets it?

Nah. It's not as simple as that.

There's something wrong with him too.

You - You mean they're all nuts?

Including the guards.

- Whose side you on, Mac? - Well, of course I, uh -

I need glasses to see...

but not to think.

I can't put you through to the warden, Mrs. Snader. The press just arrived.

Tell him I've got to talk to him.

All right, Mrs. Snader. I promise.

No, I'm sorry. The warden's with the press. I can't cut in.

What's a rookie guard doing in the hole?

We don't have enough men, and they're not good enough.

Most have to have other jobs to make a living.

- Any idea why this started? - Who's this Dunn?

Here.

Armed robbery, third offense. Murder, second degree.

Medical report says he's homicidal - dangerous and unbalanced.

He should be under psychiatric care.

- When do we get to see him? - We're waiting for Commissioner Haskell.

He's on his way here. Here's another one.

Crazy Mike Carnie.

In for life. Dunn's pal.

Transferred to us from the state mental hospital.

I've been trying to get him transferred back - with Dunn.

- No luck. - Are they all psychopaths?

Oh, no. We've got all kinds here.

Good and bad, just like on the outside. Here.

Vetter, known around here as the Colonel.

He is a colonel too. Brilliant war record.

Got drunk, fight in a bar, manslaughter.

He's up for parole consideration.

Should be out soon.

These men aren't here forever.

Ninety-five percent of them will be released.

Not men like Dunn.

He'll be living around you and your family.

And 65 percent of them will break the law again.

Sixty-five percent? That's a pretty high figure.

A figure that proves we're not doing the job.

Isn't that the same speech you gave the state legislature last summer?

It's the same speech he's been giving for the last nine years.

- Hello, Warden. Hello, everyone. - Hi, Haskell.

Well, let's get going, boys.

- Hello. How are you? - Hi, Commissioner.

- Hi, Jack. - Hi, Commissioner.

- How are you? - Nice seeing you, Bill.

- Barrett. - Mr. Haskell.

It's a fine mess you've gotten us into, Reynolds. Let's clean it up fast, huh?

All right, Dunn, here's the press.

Let me see your hands!

These are used on the inmates.

Drop 'em, or you can't come out.

Come on, hold up that chain. Now look fierce.

Show a screw with a chain.

Come on, show us how the chain works.

Sure, on you!

I'm coming out.

All right, 16, open the gate.

You gonna give us a statement, or do we ask questions?

We got beefs we want to bring to the attention of the public.

There's no work program.

Most of the guys are just sitting, waiting for their time to run out.

- You're asking for work? - Yeah.

- You think the public cares? - They ought to. It's costing them dough.

- Your paper gonna print this? - You know what we're interested in.

Yeah. Mad dogs running wild.

- This place is badly organized.

Everybody's all jumbled up together-

mental cases with kids.

We understand you've threatened to kill the guards if your demands are not met.

- Is that true? - You heard right.

Isn't that murder- in prison or out?

This state will be responsible for their deaths.

We understand the guards are married. Some have children.

- So have we. - You're not being killed.

- We're rotting to death.

You know Mr. Haskell is here as the governor's representative.

If you can get together, will you call off the riot?

If we can get together.

You heard Dunn, Mr. Haskell.

I'd appreciate reading something like what I've said.

I heard. His charges are without foundation.

Isn't it a fact that the federal government says...

that prisons of over 1,500 men are unmanageable?

This prison was built to house 4,000 men. It cost the taxpayers $26 million.

You want us to tear it down?

What's the cause of the riots, in your opinion?

I'll give you a full statement after I've talked to Dunn.

In a case like this, either the cons run the prison...

or the prison runs the cons.

- I wouldn't try to prove it tonight. - You gonna get the state police?

If I need them.

We gotta feed that Haskell a guard.

This is just the beginning. Take it easy.

Reynolds, this thing can spread. We can't let it.

We have to settle it tonight.

Okay, Haskell, what you got?

I want you to release the guards.

I bet you do.

- What do you want? - What are you gonna do for us?

If you don't give up, I'll see that every one of you hang.

Haskell, get away from me.

- Dunn! - Haskell, come back!

Dunn!

- There's our statement, boys.

Oh, that's real brilliant, Carnie!

You gave 'em just what they wanted!

So far, the guys are behind me...

but for how long?

Some look up to you, and they'll follow you, not me.

Throw in with me, and we sew up the block.

I told you I would help organize the demands. That's what I'm doing.

I want you to do more than fix the language.

Check with the men so they'll know you're for the demands.

I'm for the demands but against the riot.

Maybe that's because you used to be brass.

Maybe. I don't think so.

Look, Colonel...

every newspaper and radio in the country is watching this riot.

We'll never get a chance like this again.

Yeah, I know.

If we could just get across that anyone could land in prison...

just like that!

I'm just gonna serve my time and get out.

- And never come back? - Yeah.

And never come back.

Still think you're different, don't you?

No.

But once you put this uniform on, you not only look like a con...

you feel like one.

Yeah. Even if you don't come back...

you'll always be an ex-con, so why not come the whole way?

I can't, Dunn. It's like mutiny. I just couldn't go for that.

If you only had three years on the street since you were 14, you'd know how I feel.

We're wasting time.

I'll do the best I can on the demands. Let's hope we can win some.

"Some"? We've got to win them all.

Jeff...

if 11 can make it, so can we.

Don't rush it.

Yeah, I know. We're all tired.

But the guards have to stay at their posts until further notice.

This is Mr. Russell of the New York Sun. He just flew in.

Hello, Warden. How's Haskell doing?

Just a flesh wound.

Excuse me, Warden. Kitchen crews have reported...

they're ready with breakfast, no incidents.

Good. Feed the blocks one by one. Start as usual.

Right now we're trying to feed 4,000 men.

Pardon me. I have to check the yard.

- Bring him up to date. - Sure. How about some coffee first?

Fine.

Yeah, what about the leg irons and chains?

- Yeah, what about 'em?

That's covered in number three. You'll see when it's finished.

- Finished yet, Colonel? - Almost.

That's another thing.

Kids should be separated from guys like that.

Kids should be separated from what?

You heard me. From guys like you.

Rub your nose out of my business!

Don't get too big for your britches, sonny.

Mickey! Drop it.

- Commissioner, how do you feel? - All right, thanks.

What's going on?

We've fed 1, 2, and 3.

- Let 4 go, Barrett. - Yes, sir.

Delmar, Barrett speaking. Send 4 through.

Yes.

Isn't it risky letting those men go past 11 on their way to the mess hall?

It is. The only other way to do it...

is to try to feed 4,000 men in their cells.

That has dangers too.