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Oh, that's the cocktail bar, huh?

-What's in there? -It's a private dining room.

From now on, it's the gambling room.

-Make a note of that, Charlie. -Right.

Take him out for a walk. It's too stuffy in here.

That, it's crummy. Change it.

But, Mr. Vanning, it's French. I had it specially designed.

It's still crummy.

None of the classy spots use

that kind of stuff anymore.

I want the kind that sticks up in the ceiling.

-Indirect lighting. That's what I want.

Hello, Gabby.

Still around?

Yeah.

Emmy Lou is the name, Mr. Vanning.

All right now. This is it.

I'm taking over this joint.

From now on you're working for me, understand?

Most of you have been around long enough

to know how I operate.

If you don't, read the papers and find out.

Up to now, this nightclub racket's been run

on a penny-ante basis. That's out.

From now on, I'm organizing it.

When I organize anything,

I make it pay big money or else...

Now this town is full of big shots from the stakes.

They keep pouring in by the carload

looking for one thing.

The kind of time they can go home and brag about.

Torch songs with soft lights aren't going to satisfy them.

We know the kind of action they want,

and we are going to give it.

From tiddlywinks to roulette.

But they're going to pay for it, plenty. Understand?

In other words, a clip joint.

Yeah, and run on a high-class basis.

Your job is to soften them up, so they can be taken.

There's only one way to work on chumps.

Our way with no holds barred.

High-class?

You don't like it, huh?

It all depends.

How much is there in it for us?

About 50 times what you're getting now.

But you don't get it for nothing.

Every week you're going to kick back

part of what you make to me.

That goes for protection, hush money,

lawyer's fee, bail bonds,

anything else to square the rap in case the law steps in.

That's one thing you wouldn't have to worry about.

Anybody that sticks with me gets taken care of.

Maybe you like this setup. Maybe you don't.

But you're going to take it.

I got every nightclub in town

and every girl working in every nightclub sewed up.

You're going to work the way I tell you

or you don't work at all.

You got that straight?

All right, the place will be closed

until we get it fixed like I want it.

Oh, and cut a peephole in the door.

The chumps go for that hard-to-get-in angle.

Come on, let's get out of here.

-Wait till I get my cape. -Hurry up. We'll be outside.

Hey, you. Yeah, you Kind of old, ain't you?

I need young dames here.

The kind men go for in a hurry.

But, Mr. Vanning, I've been here a long time--

That's the trouble.

You won't do. You're through.

I thought you said you took care of people who're loyal to you.

-She never worked for me. -Oh, but she has for Beler.

And she's always been on the level.

How do you know what she can do?

Why kick her out just because you're taking over?

Sure, she's okay, Vanning.

Why don't you give her a break and let her prove it?

You know, she can't wreck the place.

Yeah?

-Okay. -Thanks, Mr. Vanning.

Pretty smart girl, aren't you?

I get along.

How about coming up to my place for a drink?

I'd like to know you better.

-No, thanks. -Why not?

Well, you've told me I was working for you.

So I work for you.

That's as far as it goes.

Anyway, I'm sort of afraid of your social set.

Afraid?

Yes, I, I might get to learn

too much about you

like, uh, Audrey Fleming did.

Remember?

Anyway, if I'd wanted to end up in the river,

I'd have taken a jump off Brooklyn Bridge five years ago.

You're not afraid to talk, anyway.

We're among friends.

And I think we'll get along a lot better

if we understand each other.

I think I'll be a big help to your business.

Maybe you will at that.

Good night.

-Smart girl. -Maybe too smart.

Thanks, Mary. You were swell.

Forget it, Estelle.

Good night, Mr. Vanning.

Good night.

-What's her name? -Emmy Lou.

Make a note of it.

Here you are, girls.

Wait a minute, let's walk.

We'll need some fresh air after that one.

That sign, what's it mean?

Well, come on. What does it mean?

-Intimate. -What does that mean?

You know, intimate.

Personal. Get together.

Like, uh, like this.

Oh. Well, why don't it say what it means?

-Change it. -To what?

-What was that you said? -Intimate.

-Intimate. Make a note of it. -Right.

Good morning.

I don't really look old, do I?

What does he expect a girl to look like

at 6:00 in the morning after dragging

a lot of heavyweight shoe salesmen

on the dance floor all night?

Like a debutante?

I bet if he saw me when I'd just come to work

and my makeup was fresh--

Oh, let's skip it, Estelle.

Go to bed.

We're all fagged out.

Well, let him fire me. What do I care?

I don't want any part of his clip joints anyway.

And if you do, you're crazy.

He might as well put a gun in our hands

and send us out on stick-ups.

Well, what are you going to do?

You heard what he said. It's Vanning or nothing.

Well, this isn't the only way to make a living.

Do you know a better one?

Well, of course, I can always

go back into vaudeville.

Oh, stop kidding yourself, Estelle.

Your dancing days are over.

You'd have to have counterweights

to keep your arches from falling.

Well, then I'll get a job in a factory,

behind a counter, any place.

-At $12.5 a week? -That's enough for me.

For cigarettes? Mm-mm.

We've all tried this $12.5 a week stuff.

It's no good.

Living in furnished rooms,

walking to work.

Going hungry a couple of days a week

so you can have some clothes to put on your back.

I've had enough of that for the rest of my life.

And so have you.

Well, of course, she has. She's just burned up

'cause Johnny said she was gettin' old.

Aren't you, honey?

You're a sweet little hyena, aren't you?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

You know, working for Vanning

isn't gonna be any bed of roses.

And you don't have to rub it in.

You're gonna work for him.

Uh-huh,

but I'm not getting into his trap.

And I'm not taking any chances

of getting a slap in the face with a spade either.

You know, we're letting ourselves in

for enough as it is.

Some will wind up in the short end.

But not me, baby.

I know all the angles,

and I think I'm smart enough to keep one step ahead of them

till I get enough to pack it all in

and live on easy street the rest of my life.

I know how to beat this racket.

Yeah? How?

That's what I've been trying to find out for years.

-Good evening, gentlemen. -Yeah.

-Here you are. -Oh, look at that.

Oh, keep the change.

This way, please.

Where are they from?

I picked them up at the Waldorf Ritz.

Metal industries banquet.

It's locked.

Hey, Captain, uh, Commodore, come on.

Just a second, gentlemen.

From the Waldorf Ritz. McGrew sent them.

Say, are we having fun?

-Good evening, gentlemen. -How do you do?

-How many? -Four, please.

-Right this way, please. -Oh, boy.

Ain't it funny That paper money

Don't seem Like genuine Jack

And every check has a knack

Of jumpin' and a-bumpin' And bouncing back

I like nothin' But silver dollars

And I've collected a few

When silver starts In ringin'

It rings so true

My silver dollar man

He ain't A tie-and-collar man

A rough and ready man

But he's a mighty Steady man

And though he can't supply

A lot of luxuries That I demand

He never leaves me Till he leaves

A bit of silver in my hand

He's the...

Are there going to be any more in your party?

I don't know.

! ...the easy fame and flair!

Are they?

♪ ...heart feels ♪

Playing those cartwheels

Mary.

But I'll try to love him

If he didn't have a dime

He's truly divine

That silver dollar man Of mine

He's so divine

That silver dollar man

Of mine

Florrie, sit here.

-Sit right down, honey. -Oh, no, no. I saw her first.

Alright, I've got my gal right here.

Gabby.

Go to work on them.

How do you want it, honey? Soft and smooth,

or loud and hard?

Soft and smooth.

Only don't put them to sleep just yet.

What is your party drinking?

Why, uh, what have you been drinking?

-Champagne. -Fine.

We don't wanna change your diet.

Uh, champagne for everybody.

Everybody, champagne. Gallons of it.

Are you in the mood for music?

I'll say I am, baby.

All right. Hey

Gus.

-They're all set. -Who ordered?

The young fellow with Mary. Champagne.

-Tell Mary dice table for him. -Okay.

City people, pity people

Who don't know a lot About the night life

But they are wrong

Though they may be Witty people

They don't know the folks

Who lead the right life

Still get along

To a plain Old-fashioned couple

Let me dedicate my song

They're not Sophisticated people

And though they're Only common folks

You don't know How I envy people

Like Mr. and Mrs. Doe

They don't know much About swing music

They wouldn't care For risque jokes

But every morning

Birds sing music

For Mr. and Mrs. Doe

I've got a little wreath Of holly hanging on my window

They've all gotten old

I've got a cunning Little colleague

They were little angels

Dressed in silk and wool

They call each other Mom and pappy

She does her sewing While he smokes

But I wish I were Half as happy

As Mr. and Mrs. Doe

Come on. Come on over here and sit up here, baby.

Here's how.

Thanks, sugar.

Snake eyes.

Well, honey, I guess this isn't our night.

Oh, keep on trying. You'll get hot.

Unh-unh, not with three pair

of snake eyes in a row.

Uh, How much am I in for?

$1,800.

- Is that all? - Yes.

Would you mind taking my check?

I don't like leaving myself without any cash.

Glad to accommodate you.

That's what I call service.

I believe you ordered for the party.

You might as well add this to it.

That's a lot of party. Where are the others?

Oh, they got a bit tight and left with the girls.

- Thanks. - Come on, honey. Let's go.

-Cab. -Yes, sir.

Good night.

Need a cab?

Tail that cab.

Boy, they sure took me to the cleaners.

You had a good time, didn't you?

Never had a better time in my life.

I'd like to do it all over again.

-I only guess you can afford it. -Afford it?

-What's so funny? -You thinking I can afford it.

Listen sister, I don't make that much money

in a year, let alone spend it.

You mean to tell me that you haven't got

the money to pay off?

Nope, not a red cent.

I was just putting on an act.

Boy, I'd like to see the look on their faces

when they try to cash that check.

-Will that be funny. Yeah, like a funeral.

-Yours. -Huh?

That's what you're going to have if they don't get their money.

What are you talking about?

Don't you know that you're messing around

with the toughest gang in town?

They'd cut your throat for a dime.

So you can imagine what they're going to do to you

for that kind of money.

Say, you kidding me?

If you don't believe me, stick around and find out.

Well, what am I gonna do?

Have you got enough money to pay your hotel bill?

Yeah, I paid that in advance. I got my railroad ticket too.

Well, use it. Check out of that hotel

and grab the first train home before it's too late.

-Good night. -Goodnight.

-Remember what I told you. -Oh, I will.

-Mary. -Yeah?

Mary, I, I haven't even got enough

to pay for the cab.

Oh.

-Here. -Thanks. I'll send it to you.

-What's your address? -Oh, forget it.

No, no, no. Please, write it down here.

All right.

Oh, gee, you're swell.

I don't know why. A sap like you deserves to be taken.

I guess you must bring out the mother instinct in me.

Now go on, get in. Hurry.

-Good night, chump. -Goodnight.

-Be careful. -All right.

Take him to the Waldorf Ritz

and step on it. Good night.

Good night.

-Hello, McGrew. -Hiya.

Mind if we park around here for a while?

Got to keep an eye on one of those guys you sent over

till we can get his check through the bank.

- How much did you take him for? - Plenty.

Yes, sir. 319? Yes, sir. Right away.

He's checking out.

Pennsylvania Station.

Phew, what a night.

Oh, does that feel good to stand up and stretch.

Good morning

What's good about it?

You all look as if you had hangovers.

No, stomachaches.

I never ate so much chop suey in my life.

Me neither. One more dish

and I'd have put my hair in a braid

and opened up a laundry.

Well, I like chop suey.

-You like anything. -What happened?

Well, our boyfriends' idea of a swell evening

was to take us from one chop suey joint to another.

Yippy. Did we have fun.

The only laugh I got out of the whole night was

when the screwball I was with tried to show off

and darn near choked to death on a chopstick.

How'd you do, Mary?

Oh, all right.

Did they take that chump for much?

Well, I-I-I don't know.

Where did you go after you left the club?

Home.

Gee, it must be swell

to get some sleep.

And where did you disappear to last night

that makes you so smug?

I spent a very charming evening with Mr. Vanning.

Oh.

Emmy Lou.

-You're a fool. -Don't kid yourself.

Girls, good morning.

Don't you believe in knocking twice?

Don't you believe in paying once?

- No. - So we're even.

How about it, girls?

According to my book, you owe me

for enough dresses to start a new business.

Now it's come to a showdown. Either you're gonna pay me

or you ain't gonna pay me, one or the other.

Well, Louie, I'm kind of afraid

it's gonna have to be the other.

Oh, give us a break will you, Louie?

You know us. We're good for it.

Listen, girls, if it was up to me,

honest, I'd do it in a minute.

Why not? I like you, you like me.

But what am I gonna do?

That guy Vanning and his bunch are on my neck

every minute of the day. "Collect, collect, collect."

Vanning? What's he got to do with it?

Everything. He's taken this over too.

Yeah, it's the truth.

All my life, I've been in business for myself.

If I lost all the money I made, at least it was mine.

But now I don't even get that satisfaction.

Everything is his. Just like with you girls.

Nice, huh?

You know, pretty soon that guy

is gonna charge us for breathing.

Listen, if you'll promise to pay a little,

I'll show you some new stuff that I got.

And I positively guarantee

it was stolen from the best shop in town.

But you gotta promise.

-Sure. -Oh, we promise.

-Sure. -I'll bet we're gonna love it.

Pick me up in about a half-hour?

- So long. Bye. - So long.

-Emmy Lou, look. -Isn't it adorable?

I'll guarantee you that's one of the most beautiful pieces

of merchandise I ever seen.

Come in.

-Betty. -Hello, Mary.

Gee, I'm glad to see you.

Girls, this is my kid sister, Betty,

that I've told you so much about.

How do you do?

Oh. Oh, Betty, uh,

this is, this is Louie.

- O-our designer. - Designer?

Yes. You see, our store is giving a fashion show,

and they sent him up with some models that we had to wear.

And, uh, well, we were rehearsing.

That is, E-Emmy Lou was. Weren't you, Emmy Louis?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.

What, do you have to rehearse for a fashion show?

Oh, sure, just like being an actress.

And you have to keep on rehearsing. Don't you, girls?

- Sure, sure. - Uh, Louie.

Louie, we'll see you back at the showroom.

Showroom?

Oh, so this is the sister you're always talking about,

huh, Mary? Nice-looking girl.

Nice-looking coat too.

It looks like... Sure, I remember.

-I sold it to you a year ago. -I said goodbye, Louie.

-Yes, goodbye, Louie. -Oh, yeah. Bye-bye.

-Hey, what about the money? -You can send us the check.

Send you a check? Are you crazy, or am I?

-Come on, Louie. -Now, wait a minute.

Cut it out, will you? What is this?

Halloween. We're putting on a masquerade.

Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours that

she doesn't want her kid sister to know what she's doing?

Oh. I get it now.

I thought you'd get around to it sooner or later.

Oh, come on, will you? Quit kidding.

You've never seen so much excitement in your life.

For weeks, the whole school has talked about

nothing else but this football game.

You see, the boys who are playing

come from a college right near us.

We know most of them all and...

And, you know...

- Sweet, hmm? - Like sugar.

So we decided to come and see it.

It didn't cost much, Mary. Besides, I was dying to see you.

Oh, I'm glad you came, darling.

Gee, it must be fun going to school.

Oh, it's not exciting if that's what you mean.

Mostly going to classes and studying.

Of course, once in a while, we have dances and parties,

and that's about all.

I don't think you'd like it.

Well, it sounds much easier

than standing on your feet all night in a--

How long are you going to stay, Betty?

Just for the day. We're going to see

the game, and we're going right back.

You're coming with us, aren't you?

No. No, you go with your friends.

I-I think I'll just stay home and rest.

You're tired, aren't you?

You all look so tired.

You must work awfully hard in that dress shop, don't you?

Oh, no, no. It just happened that

this week was a very busy week.

Yeah, sugar. They practically

rushed us right off our feet.

I wish there was something I could do, Mary.

You keep right on going to school.

I know, but it sort of makes me feel so helpless.

I go to school and a have good time,

and you have to work so awfully hard to keep me there.

I'll pay you back for it someday, Mary.

You pay me back every time I look at you.

That must be my friends.

I'll answer it.

Which one of you is Mary Dwight?

I am.

You know a fella named Ralph Krawford?

Ralph Krawford?

Yes, I was out with him last night.

Did you ever see this before?

Sure.

Sure, I gave it to him.

-What about it? -Nothing.

Only it was in his pocket when we found him murdered.

Murdered?

Yeah, we found him layin' in an alley

earlier this morning.

Well, what's that got to do with me?

You'll find out when we get down to headquarters.

-Come on, get dressed. -No, I don't wanna go.

They should tell me what I'm being arrested for.

Well, if you must know, sister,

we're holding you on suspicion of murder.

The rest of you, get your clothes on.

Well, you don't think it took all of us to kill him, do you?

You'll get a chance to answer that. Get going.

And you say that these four men approached you

and asked you to recommend a night club to them?

-Yes, sir. -Why of all places

did you send them to the Club Intimate?

No particular reason. It was just

the first place that popped into my head.

You mean because you were paid so much a head by Vanning

for steering suckers in there, don't you?

Vanning? Who's Vanning? Never heard of him.

Suppose you never heard of two years in jail

for perjury either?

I make a living out of tips.

If a guest at the hotel asks me a question,

it's part of my job to answer it.

What he does or where he goes after that

is none of my business.

That's all. Thanks.

Well, I guess that's that.

He was lying and so were the rest of them.

They all know just how and why that man was murdered

and who was back of it just as you and I do.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

One man, Johnny Vanning completely terrorizes the city.

Commits every crime from murder to mayhem.

We all know it, yet we can't do a thing about it.

Look, son.

My files are bulging with quashed indictments

hung juries, verdicts of not guilty.

So long as Vanning is able to buy politicians

and hire unscrupulous lawyers who take advantage

of every technicality of the law,

who coach and buy perjured testimony,

and so long as Vanning is able to continue

intimidating witnesses, it's futile.

Well, how long is it gonna keep on being futile?

I don't know.

We've got to wait for Vanning to make that one false move.

Yeah, well, I don't like waiting.

Well, do you wanna take the case into court?

Sure.

-With those witnesses? -Sure, why not?

If Vanning can get away with intimidation, why can't I?

You're a young man, Dave.

At this stage of your career,

a fiasco isn't going to help you much.

Yeah, well, I'll take that chance.

All right. From now on, it's your case. Go to it.

-Thanks. -Good luck.

-Did you pick up those girls? -Yes, sir.

They're in with the others.

Would you mind stepping into my office?

Not at all.

You, too, Casey.

Right this way, gentleman. Step right over here.

Oh, Casey, will you close that blind?

Yes, sir.

Ferguson, have all those girls line up facing this way.

Stand up, please.

Those the girls you were with last night?

Well, come on, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

They can't see you. Were those the girls?

Yes, sir. Yeah.

All except that one on the end.

-Which one? -The one with the leather coat.

The girl with the leather coat, step forward.

You sure you didn't see her around the club?

Yes, sir.

All right, which one was with Krawford?

Uh, the one on the end, the blonde.

That's Mary Dwight.

Ferguson, bring Mary Dwight into my office right away.

All right, thank you. That's all.

-Mary Dwight? -That's right.

Sit down.

Go ahead, sit down.

All right.

You work at the Club Intimate?

Are you telling me or asking me?

Those other girls, they work there too?

You know everything.

That little girl with the leather coat,

what does she do?

She's got nothing to do with this.

We'll find out about that later.

No, we'll find out about that right now.

That kid's my sister,

and she was down here visiting me from college

when those big gorillas of yours blew in and pulled us all in.

And I'll tell you something else.

If you get her mixed up in this, I'll--

I'm not getting anyone mixed up in anything.

If she had nothing to do with it, I'll let her go

just as I'll let you go

if you had nothing to do with it.

Last night about ten o'clock, four men came into the club.

They sat down with you girls.

You had some drinks, and you danced.

There isn't any law against that, is there?

One of those men was Ralph Krawford.

He was with you.

The other four left about one o'clock.

You and he stayed.

He lost a lot of money gambling.

Then you left together in a cab.

-Where'd you go? -Home.

What'd you do when you got there?

Nothing. I got out,

and he went off in the cab.

Where?

I don't know.

Well, the cab driver just testified a few minutes ago

that you told him to take Ralph to the Waldorf Ritz Hotel.

How do you account for that?

Supposing I did?

Then you did know where he was going?

Well, I knew where he was starting for,

but I didn't know where he was going to wind up.

And you didn't see him between the time he checked out

of his hotel and the time we found him murdered?

-No. -Can you prove you didn't?

Can you prove I did?

Ah, you're a pretty smart girl.

So they tell me.

Yeah, much too smart to be protecting

a murderer like Vanning.

I'm not protecting anybody but myself.

Now, Mary, we're trying to help you.

-I'm doing all right. -For how long?

Until Vanning gets as much as he can out of you

and then throws you in the ashcan

just like he's done with everything else

he's ever laid his hands on.

Now we're trying to put a stop to that.

Help people like you.

But there's nothing we can do unless you're willing

to help yourself.

Now why don't you give us a break?

What kind of a break have you ever given us

outside of kicking us around every chance you could get?

There's only one kind of a break we want from you,

and that's to leave us alone,

and let us make a living in our own way.

Or is that asking too much?

Anything else you wanna know?

How do you like the inside of a jail?

-Me? -Yes, you.

Because that's exactly where you're going.

Now maybe you don't know it, young lady,

but there's law in this state

that makes an accessory to a murder

equally as guilty as the murderer himself.

Now unless you tell me exactly what happened and who did it,

I'm going to indict you for murder.

Nice, huh?

Just when I got everything running fine.

-It will blow over. -Yeah.

In the meantime, every one of my joints

gets a bad reputation.

What do you suppose people thought they were

before this happened? Ice cream parlors?

Never mind that.

I want it stopped.

What kind of a guy is this Graham?

-Young, ambitious. -What's his price?

Did you ever hear the story about the virtuous young man?

Someday you're going to give me one of those screwy answers,

and I'm going to bust you right in the nose.

Tell it to me in English.

He can't be bought.

Is that plain enough?

Yeah.

Too plain.

Anybody that wouldn't take dough is crazy.

Crazy men are dangerous.

A guy like that is liable to get too big

and really put the clamps down. And where will we be?

Oh, I've got a little something worked out

that will take care of that possibility.

Is it cute?

Everything I do is cute.

When I get through with him, he'll be lucky to be able to get

a job as a second assistant to a notary public.

Swell.

-Did you spring the girl yet? -No.

What are you waiting for?

When I promise to get my girls out

in case they get jammed up, I mean it.

Get her out.

She stays in jail.

Listen, Gordon,

you're doing all right as my lawyer.

But I don't like it when you start

trying to be my boss.

Get that girl out before she starts squawking.

That's just what I want her to do.

What?

Only she's going to squawk the way I tell her to.

How do you do, Miss Dwight? Sorry, I was delayed.

I got here as soon as I could.

Now before we accept this case, there are several things

I'd like to discuss with you.

-Who sent you? -Vanning.

-And keep it under your hat. -It's about time.

-Well? -Sit down.

Look, that's all I've been doing for the past two days

is standing up and sitting down.

I don't need a lawyer to tell me that.

-When do I get out of here? -You don't.

-Oh, I see. A little conniving. Yeah, that's right.

I go to bat for Vanning and I get paid off

by taking the rap for him.

Listen, jurisprudence, I pay Vanning good money

to settle little things like this,

and he's going to get me out of here.

Now, listen, you know that Vanning takes care

of all the people that play ball with him.

You've got to stay here and help him.

Help him? What is this, a charity affair?

He's gonna help me, and do it fast.

Now if he doesn't get me out of here by tonight,

-I am going to-- Do nothing.

Vanning was telling me that you said something about a girl

that was found in the river by the name of, uh,

Audrey Fleming.

Now you don't wanna be found in that spot, do you?

You sit down and listen to what I've got to say.

What did you want to see me about?

How long are you going to keep me in this place?

That entirely depends on you.

You wouldn't do this if I were somebody important, would you?

No.

You'd be afraid somebody higher up might find out.

You might lose your job.

But with me, you can get tough.

People like us, we don't count. We're nobodies.

Set-ups to be kicked about by whoever feels like it.

Well, I won't stand for it.

Either you let me out of here or I'll--

-Or what? -Ugh.

Now coming in here like this isn't gonna help you at all.

There's only one way for you to get out,

and that's to tell me what happened

the night Krawford was murdered.

- I can't. - Why not?

-I'm afraid. -Of Vanning?

Yes. He'll kill me.

Well, then he did have something to do with this.

No, he didn't. He didn't.He was...

Oh, oh, oh. please don't ask me to talk. He'll kill me.

Now you help me to prove that he was responsible for this,

and I'll put him where he won't kill anybody.

You don't know what he's like. He stops at nothing.

People just disappear and are never heard of again.

I don't want that to happen to me.

I'm young, and, and I wanna live.

I don't wanna die.

All right, come on now. Pull yourself together.

Here, use this.

Thanks.

It's pretty tough going for you girls, isn't it?

Yeah.

Sometimes it's too tough. Hmm.

There's no use crying about it.

That's the way it is.

That's the way it's gotta be.

No, it doesn't.

You're not the only one that was born

with two strikes against him.

I probably got kicked around just as much as you did.

I didn't like it any better than you do.

The only difference between us is that,

well, I did something about it, you won't.

Now, Mary, if you'll help me to put Vanning

and his crowd where they belong,

you'll not only be helping yourself

but you'll be helping thousands of other girls

just like you.

If you won't,

well, then you'll just keep on getting in

deeper and deeper until...

Well, I, I guess you know

the rest of the story just as well as I do.

Now you see that, don't you?

Yeah... I see.

Well, now why won't you tell me what you know?

What have you got to lose?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

Then you'll talk?

- Why not? - Good girl.

Oh, Smith, come in here and bring your book.

And now, Miss Dwight, you've testified that

when you arrived at the Waldorf Ritz Hotel,

you saw the deceased being dragged into a taxicab

by two of the defendants. Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Can you identify these men?

Yes, sir.

Will the defendants please rise?

Will you indicate the men you saw that night?

Go ahead, Miss Dwight, you've nothing to be afraid of.

Which are the men?

Those two men standing there behind Mr. Vanning.

And you positively identify

William Borno and James Melter

as the two men you saw drag the deceased,

Ralph Krawford, into the taxicab?

Yes, sir.

Have you ever seen these men before?

Oh, sure. They're a couple of Vanning's strong-arm men.

They work as bouncers at the club.

Thank you, Miss Dwight.

Your witness.

You say your name is Mary Dwight?

- Yes, sir. - Is that your true name?

Answer the question. Is that your true name?

-No, sir. -Then what is it?

Mary Strauber.

Why did you have to change it, Miss Strauber?

-For professional reasons. -What is your profession?

I object, Your Honor. That's immaterial.

Your Honor, I'm merely trying to establish

the character of this witness.

Overruled. Proceed.

I repeat the question.

What is your profession Miss Strauber?

I'm a hostess in a nightclub.

Now will you please explain to the jury

just what your duties as hostess are?

Well, we have to entertain

all the men that come into the club alone.

And just how do you entertain these men?

I object. That's a deliberate attempt to degrade the witness.

Overruled. I believe it's material.

And now, just how do you entertain these men?

Well, we dance with them and, and get them to buy us drinks.

Is that all?

We're nice and pleasant to them

and, and see that they have a good time.

In other words, you've got to be nice and pleasant

to men you don't know, who ordinarily

you'd, uh, have nothing to do with.

- Isn't that right? - Yes, sir.

Now, Miss Strauber, isn't it true that

about a week previous to the night in question,

you were threatened with dismissal by Mr. Vanning

for exceeding your duties as hostess?

Objection, Your Honor. It's irrelevant and immaterial.

I believe it both relevant and material

to inquire into the motives of this witness.

-Overruled. -I ask you again, Miss Strauber.

Is it true that in spite of repeated warnings

by Mr. Vanning that he would not tolerate

such conduct in any establishment of his,

you persisted in entertaining the men outside the club?

-Yes, but I-- -That's all, Miss Strauber.

Thank you.

People rest.

The defense calls John Truble.

Will you please take the witness stand, Mr. Truble?

Put up your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?

- I do. - What's your name?

-John Truble. Please be seated.

Mr. Truble as sheriff for Maco County,

do you recall arresting two men

named William Borno and James Melter

-for drunken driving? -Yes, sir.

What disposition was made of that charge?

They both pleaded guilty,

so they got a $50 fine and ten days in jail apiece.

Will you please look around this courtroom and see

if you see either William Borno or James Melter, or both?

There's the two of them sitting over there

behind the table.

Will you two men rise, please?

You mean these two men?

That's right. That's them.

May the record show that

the witness has indicated

the defendants Borno and Melter.

Now, Mr. Truble, you positively identify them

as the two men remanded into your custody

at Maco County Jail

from October 4th to October 14th?

Yes, sir.

And you're certain that you didn't permit them

to leave the jail so that they could be seen

dragging the deceased, Ralph Krawford, into a taxicab

on the night of October 9th?

No, sir. I'm very strict about that.

Your Honor, I wish to offer into evidence

these duly attested records of the arrest,

conviction and imprisonment of the defendants,

William Borno and James Melter,

on the charges and for the period

just stated by the witness.

They may be so received.

And so, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

you can readily understand why the district attorney

floundering in his desperate attempts

to prosecute my client

has the effrontery to bring into this court

such an obviously trumped-up charge.

And as if this were not enough,

he expects an intelligent jury

to convict the defendants for murder

on the testimony of a woman who he tries to tell you

is an innocent victim of circumstances,

but who, by her own admission,

is not only unreliable, unscrupulous

and unfit to be heard and believed

in any court of justice but is definitely objectionable

in the eyes of all decent and upright men and women.

"We, the jury in the above entitled action,

find the defendants and each of them, not guilty."

The clerk will record the verdict as read.

The jury is excused,

and the defendants are discharged.

Boy, I've been in some rotten ones,

but this smells to high heaven.

Nice going, kid.

Thanks.

Yes, it's reeked my nose by now.

Oh, just a minute.

You know, for a little while, you had me believing in you.

I thought maybe you were different.

My mistake. Thanks for the ride.

Well, if I weren't in such a hurry,

I'd break right down and cry.

So long, chump. I'll be seeing you.

Ah, I wish it was all over. It's getting on my nerves.

Yes, and your talking about it is getting on mine.

Well, what happened?

-Where's the kid? -Inside.

-Vanning won, didn't he? -Yeah, Vanning won.

-How's she taking it? -Pretty tough.

If you want me to, I'll talk to her first, Mary.

No, thanks, Estelle.

Had to happen sooner or later.

So I, I suppose I might just as well go in and face it now.

Hello, Betty.

Betty?

You know, this isn't going to get us anywhere, darling.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why did you let me believe that...

Well, I...

I just couldn't.

I guess I didn't ever want you to find out.

I wish now I had.

I've hurt you, haven't I, darling?

Betty.

You're not going to let this make any difference

between us, are you?

Are you?

You can't.

You'll see.

You'll forget all about it.

And in a couple of weeks you'll be going back to school.

Mary.

I'm not going back to school.

Not going back to school?

Why?

Oh, I, I don't know.

I-I just don't like school anymore, that's all.

I've been thinking of leaving for a long time.

-That's not the reason. -Yes, it is.

Betty, I want you to tell me the truth.

I wanna know why you're not going back to school.

All right.

I'll tell you.

I can't.

Don't you think my friends have read the papers?

Don't you think they've seen your picture and my picture

plastered all over the front pages?

I couldn't go back and face them now.

I'd be too ashamed.

Ashamed of what?

Of you.

Oh.

Mary.

Mary, please, I didn't mean it.

-Oh, please, don't. I-I didn't-- I know you didn't.

I know you didn't, Betty.

That's all right.

Let's forget all about it.

Pretend you never said it.

Hello?

Oh, it's you. You scared me.

I'm sorry.

Don't you ever get tired sitting around in the dark

all by yourself?

I like it.

I like it, too, but not by myself.

Oh, I'm going to a party, I'm gonna get all dressed up.

Do you wanna be a sweet girl and give me a hand?

-I'd love to. -It will be a great big party.

I'm gonna wear the prettiest dress I have got.

As a matter of fact everybody in town

is gonna be there.

Which one do you want?

The silver one with the little black jacket.

It's hanging towards the back.

Oh, this one.

Why, Emmy Lou, it's beautiful.

Well, all my dresses are beautiful.

They gotta be in this racket.

There's nothing like clothes, honey.

That's the sugar that makes the flies come around.

I'll bet it would look nice on you too.

I once had a dress like this.

Of course, it wasn't nearly so pretty, but it was silver.

I wore it to the junior prom.

Gee, I had fun that night.

Lots of boyfriends, huh?

I never missed a dance.

You miss dancing, don't you?

Kind of.

How would you like to go the party with me tonight?

-Party? -Sure.

Vanning's throwing it. It's gonna be

one of the classiest affairs in town.

You'd have the time of your life.

Come on, what do you say?

-Why, I'd love to, but-- -But what?

It's all right for an old maid to sit around,

but a swell-looking kid like you ought to go out and enjoy life.

Get some fun out of it.

You could use a little fun, couldn't you?

-Yes, I-- -Well, then that settles it.

You're going and in this dress.

-But, Emmy Lou, I-- -Come on, Cinderella.

Get out of these pajamas.

You're gonna have a marvelous time.

You're gonna meet loads and loads of people and--

All right then, Emmy Lou.

-Swell, isn't it? -Marvelous.

Very lovely, Johnny.

Where have you been keeping that?

The one in silver?

-Like it? -What do you think?

It's yours.

Who's the kid?

-Friend of mine. -Is she all right?

Do you think I would have brought her along

if she wasn't?

Okay.

There's a particular friend of mine

I want her to meet, understand?

Sure, Johnny. Where is he?

Over at the bar. Big fellow by the end.

What's his name?

Crandall. Bob Crandall.

Okay, Johnny.

Come on, sugar.

Well, if it isn't Bob Crandall.

Well, where have you been keeping yourself?

Well, uh, hello. H-how are you?

I want you to meet Betty Strauber.

Bob Crandall. I've known him for years.

-How do you do? -How do you do?

Will you have some champagne?

-Champagne? -Why, sure.

We'd love it.

More champagne. Yes, sir.

Would you excuse me for just a minute?

There's somebody I've gotta see.

I'll pick you up later.

-Won't you sit down? -Thank you.

I'm way ahead of you. You think you can catch up?

-I'll try. -Great.

Here's to a large evening.

-Ooh. -Tickled?

Good.

-How you doing, sugar? -Swell.

80 cents.

Wait a minute, lady, I ain't got no change for no $100 bill.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- Oh, hello. - Hello.

-Where were you? -At a party.

Who took you?

Emmy Lou.

I'm terribly sorry for having come in so late,

but we were having such a marvelous time, and I...

Where'd you get that money?

Oh, this?

Uh, Mr. Crandall gave it to me.

-Why? -Why, I told him I had to leave.

And he gave it for taxi fare.

I guess he must have been a little drunk.

And I suppose you're going to see him again?

Yes, tomorrow for lunch.

You little fool!

-Take it easy. -Shut up.

-But, Mary, what's wrong? -Get upstairs.

-But what have I done? -I said get upstairs.

-Mary, the kid didn't know. -I told you to shut up.

-This is my affair. -And mine too.

I wanna know why it's all right for you to go

to Vanning's parties and not all right for me.

So that's where you were.

Betty. Betty, you listen to me.

If you wanna go to a party again,

you get advice from me.

Do you hear?

But you still haven't answered my question.

Well, you're different.

-That's why. -Well, maybe I'm not.

-Maybe I'm just like you are. -Betty.

Do you think I'm not gonna stay cooped up in a room forever

just because you're afraid that I'm liable

to do the same things you do?

-Oh, Betty, be quiet. -No, I won't.

It's the truth.

You're afraid.

Well, I'm not. Not anymore.

I've got the whole thing figured out.

Betty. Betty, listen to me.

You know I've done an awful lot for you.

All you've ever done for me is mess up my life.

Fixed it so the things that I wanted to have

I can't have anymore.

All right.

If I can't live one way, I can live another.

-Why not? I'm young, pretty-- -And dumb!

But you're smart. You can teach me the rest.

All right. If that's the way you feel about it,

you can go anywhere you want to from now on.

You can even go back to Vanning's party.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Hello, beautiful. You back again?

Hello. I'm looking for someone.

Well, you can stop looking right now because you've found him.

That's something to celebrate about, isn't it? Or is it?

-Yes, it is. -You look sad, beautiful.

I don't wanna see you look sad.

What you need is champagne. Lots of it.

-Maybe I do. -Not, not there.

Out on the terrace. All by ourselves.

That something to cheer your little heart up?

The champagne, the terrace, and me.

That worth a smile?

Come on, give it to me.

That's better.

Well, now for a little champagne.

Well, here we are.

-Big, isn't it? -Yeah.

But it's not so big you can't have anything that's in it.

It's too big.

It makes you feel lonely and scared.

Well, if that don't suit you, there's the moon.

You can ask me for that.

Or the stars.

But you don't need them.

They're right in your eyes.

You say pretty things.

Pretty things, pretty people.

I say them and give them.

- Please, don't. - You're a funny kid.

Please, don't, please.

No, please don't.

Oh, you don't. Come on, honey.

Don't act that way. Give me a little kiss.

That's right, beautiful. Go right up to the sky.

-I'll meet you there. -Emmy Lou.

Why, Betty, what's the matter?

Take me home. Please take me home

What's eating her? She stewed or something?

Come on, kid, stop putting on an act.

-Well, Johnny, wait a minute-- Shut up.

-You heard me, come on. -Let go of me!

-Johnny. -You're going to go nice?

No, I won't do it!

Looks bad. She ain't breathing so good.

Shall I get an ambulance? - And have her talk?

Don't be a sucker.

Where's Betty?

Betty?

You heard me. Where's Betty?

-Well, didn't she come home? -She did, but she went back.

She didn't return to the party.

At least I didn't see her.

Emmy Lou, you're lying.

Why should I lie to you?

-Where did she go? -I tell you, I didn't see her.

-Oh, I could kill you. -You leave me alone.

Who told you to take her, anyway?

I didn't take her. She wanted to go herself.

You know she's not the kind of a kid

to get mixed up in a party like this.

Why didn't you look after her?

Why didn't you look after her yourself?

She was your sister, not mine.

If anything happens to her...

Nothing's happened to her.

How do you know?

I just know, I'm telling you.

I just know.

-Where are you going? -I've got to find her.

Why don't you stick around a while? She might show up.

Oh, I can't wait, Gabby.

-Where's my sister? -Your what?

-My sister. -How should I know?

I never saw your sister in my life.

You're lying. She was here last night

at your party. She came with Emmy Lou.

Oh, was that your sister?

-Yes. -Nice-looking kid.

Yeah, she was here, but she went home about two o'clock.

-Ain't that right, Charlie? -Yeah.

-You're lying. Both of you. -Now take it easy.

You're lying and you know it.

Betty came back here again last night, and I can prove it.

-Yeah, by who? -Never mind that.

Where is she? What happened to her?

What's the matter with you, Mary?

Don't you think I'd tell you if I knew?

Why should I want to hold out on you?

I don't know. But I'm gonna find out.

All right, I tried to be nice to you.

-Now get out, and fast! -You don't scare me.

Oh, hot-headed, eh? Just like...

Like who?

Like me.

I'm the same way.

Now go home and cool off.

I'll send some of the boys out.

Maybe they'll help you find her.

Listen, Vanning. All I know is that kid sister of mine

came back here again last night and nobody has seen her since.

And get this straight.

If I find out that you or anybody else

has laid a finger on her...

You'll what?

I'll get you.

Even if I have to crawl back from my grave to do it.

Her sister, eh? That's bad.

-Who do you think tipped her? -Who do you think? Emmy Lou.

Go over there and grab that ditzy blonde

before she shoots off her face.

I know she went back to the party,

and I can prove it.

Emmy Lou is just covering up for Vanning.

He just tried to pawn the same story off on me.

And you know that Vanning doesn't start

ducking around corners for nothing.

That's what's driving me crazy.

-And that's why-- -All right now. Take it easy.

You say you reported her disappearance

to the Missing Persons Bureau?

Yes.

Then there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm sorry, but that's out of my department.

Did they cut your heart up into departments too?

That kid's my sister.

Any one of a million things could have happened to her.

Well, what do you expect me to do about it?

Arrest Vanning.

-Will you testify against him? -Yes.

Like you did last time?

You'll pardon me, but I don't believe a word you're saying.

You think I'm pretty low, don't you?

Now what do you expect me to think?

I meet a lot of people in this job.

Some of them, I feel sorry for

because they, they just can't help themselves.

They don't know any better.

They're the misfits of the world.

But, you, you're not that kind.

You know what's right and you know what's wrong.

You know better, but you just won't do anything about it.

You choose to think that you can get through the world

by outsmarting it.

Well, I've learned that those kind of people

generally end up by outsmarting themselves.

And that's exactly what's going to happen to you.

And I won't feel a bit sorry about it because, lady,

you've got it coming to you.

Thanks for telling me.

The coroner's reports.

Oh, Mary. Will you come here a moment, please?

Sit down.

They found your sister.

Where?

In the river... dead.

It isn't true.

It isn't true.

-I'm sorry. -Oh, no.

No, you don't have to be sorry for me.

You were right.

I had it coming to me.

Oh, but why did it have to happen to her?

Why did it have to happen to her?

All right. Now let's go back.

You say that Emmy Lou looked as though

something terrible had happened to her?

Did she say anything?

-Well, when she came-- She didn't say a thing.

I told you before, she went into the bedroom

and didn't say a word.

I suppose you didn't hear her say anything either?

Well, you see, I was kind of tired,

and I wasn't paying much attention--

Oh, why don't you all stop stalling?

You know you heard every word she said.

I said we didn't hear a thing.

Not a thing.

I suppose you girls realize that Emmy Lou is the key witness

to this whole business.

You know as well as I do who murdered Betty.

For years, we've waited for Vanning

to make one false move, and this is it, and...

Oh, what's the use?

I thought they were your friends.

So did I.

All right, if they're not, I don't have to handle them

with kid gloves any longer.

Now let's understand each other.

I've given you all a chance to come over in the right side,

and you've turned it down.

Now when I get Vanning which I will,

I'm gonna get everybody connected with him.

And that means all of you.

-Mary. -Get away from me.

Wait a minute, you've got this all wrong.

-I said get away from me. -I know you got us down

for a lot of heels, but what else could we do?

You know the law isn't for people like us.

Then what is?

Well, that's another thing I've been trying

to figure out for years.

Well, I'm sick of figuring things out.

Sure, we know all that. We know how hard it's hit you.

We know what you'd like to do about it.

So would we.

We're in a spot.

Remember once I wanted to quit this.

You said there was nothing else we could turn to.

That we didn't know any other way of making a living.

Well, you're right, Mary. We don't.

But if we go to Graham now, we're gonna really find out

for the first time just how tough it can be for us.

That is, if we're lucky enough to be alive that long.

Oh, you can understand that, can't you, Mary?

I only understand that Betty was my sister,

that Vanning killed her,

and you won't help me do anything about it.

But, Mary, there's nothing we or anybody else

can do to bring her back.

We can get Vanning,

make him pay for him,

put him where he belongs.

So what?

So somebody else will take his place.

There will always be somebody else.

Sure, as long as there are gals in the world like us

who are afraid of guys like that.

I said that once to a guy I was crazy about.

He worked for Vanning and got into a jam.

I thought I saw a chance for both of us to get out

of this racket once and for all without being afraid.

I told him.

He listened to me.

They killed him.

I was crazy about him, Mary, just like you were about Betty.

Oh, what's the use?

It all adds up to the same thing if you wanna live.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

What did you tell that DA?

-Did she say anything? -Nothing.

- Did any of you? - No.

Why did you go to the law?

Why did you kill my sister?

-Answer me. -You answer me.

Why did you kill my sister?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe Emmy Lou does.

Where is she?

What did you do with her?

You listen to me.

You lay off that guy Graham, understand?

If you got any beefs, you come to me.

-I'll straighten them out. -Not this one.

You can't.

You heard what I said. Stay away from that guy.

And that goes for all of you.

Not for me, it doesn't.

I'll tell him, and plenty more.

You'll tell him nothing.

All right, get out of here.

Charlie.

Johnny.

Shut up or you'll get the same.

Go ahead, Charlie.

No, no.

Oh, please. Please, don't.

Remember.

If anybody asks any questions,

you came home and found her that way.

Mary.

Mary.

All right, break it in.

All right, keep your seats everybody.

This is a raid.

Put that stuff down and stay where you are.

All right, here you are. Break that in.

You better get up there and search that floor.

Take those girls and line them up here.

There's not enough room.

Yeah, I know Graham's working fast,

but we've got to beat him to it.

Tell Williams to put up all the bail they want.

The sky's the limit.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Better think fast, Gordon.

It don't look like that DA.s fooling this time.

Either Graham's trying to put on a show to shut up the newspapers

or he's got something on you we don't know about.

Nobody's ever got anything on me I don't know about.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Graham's on his way here.

He's after that girl.

He wants to sweat it out of her.

And if he does, you'll fry.

Get her out of here fast.

Take it easy, Gordon.

Nobody's going to get a chance to sweat her.

Charlie.

In a series of dramatic raids, police are swooping down

on all the nightclubs and gambling joints

owned or controlled by Johnny Vanning.

Neither the police or the District Attorney's office

would disclose the reason for this sudden interest

in Mr. Vanning's enterprises.

But it's not hard to guess that it all ties in

with the recent killing of Betty Strauber

and the beating of her sister, Mary,

who is still in a serious condition

at the general...

All right, Johnny, wait out here.

Come on, sister, you're going places.

-Where to? -Never mind. Just places.

Get her stuff out of here.

No.

No, I won't go.

I won't.

Johnny promised me.

He promised he'd take care of me.

He can't double-cross me.

He can't! He can't! No!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

No! No!

Where are you taking me?

Wait a minute, Charlie. Vanning's phoning down.

Take her to the lobby.

Girl, open it.

Get on the phone. Tell the doorman to stop her.

-Tell him she's drunk. -Right.

Around the back.

Did you see a little blonde come through here?

-No, sir. -Get that dame and get her fast.

You feel better now, don't you?

Yes.

We'll have to go soon.

Goodbye.

Oh, don't take it so hard, Mary.

The doctor outside told me he could fix that scar

so nobody would ever notice it.

I got things wrong with me that

all the doctors in the world can't fix.

Mary, we were figuring that when you got out,

we'd send you away maybe to Florida,

and you could lie out in the sun and rest for a few weeks.

It will do you a lot good, Mary. You'll forget all about this.

How?

By just closing my eyes

and pretending it never happened?

I wish it was as easy as that,

but it isn't.

You see, I,

I keep seeing that poor little sister of mine

lying there

with that fear still in her eyes and...

...and her pretty little head all twisted.

Me too.

I see her, too, just like you do.

Emmy Lou.

Mary.

Oh, Mary.

You go on back to headquarters, and I'll see you there later.

If you pick up any news of Emmy Lou

in the meantime, call me here at the hospital.

All right, Mr. Graham.

I didn't mean to take her there, Mary.

You know I didn't. I...

Never mind.

Never mind, Emmy Lou. It's, it's all over now.

There's only... one thing that I'm interested in.

Estelle, call Graham's office, will you?

What are you gonna do, Mary?

Have Emmy Lou tell him the same story she just told us.

Do you know what you're doing?

Sure, I do.

I swore that I'd make Vanning pay for this

if it was the last thing I ever did.

Well, why make her pay for it too?

Once she tells Graham, she's gone.

Don't you realize that?

And you'll be just as responsible

for her being bumped off as Vanning will.

Well?

Go ahead, Mary.

It doesn't make any difference anymore.

My number's up anyhow.

He'll get me just the same as he'll get every one of you.

As long as we're alive, there's a chance of someone telling.

And Vanning doesn't take chances.

One by one, he'll get us.

Well, maybe if we went to him and said,

"Look, Johnny, you know us, we won't talk,"

maybe we could make a deal.

I'm sick of making deals.

Well, you wanna keep on living, don't you?

If this is what you call living, I don't want any part of it.

Always being afraid.

Never knowing from one day to the next

what's going to happen to you.

I'm fed up with being afraid of, of Vanning or anybody else.

There must be some other way for me to live.

If there isn't, I...

Well, I'd just as soon put a bullet

in my head right now and end it.

- Hello, Graham. - Hello, Mary.

Emmy Lou? What does she know?

-Everything. Will she talk?

Yeah, she'll talk, and so will we.

I'm telling you, Johnny, we've got to make a deal.

What do you mean?

Plead guilty.

Throw yourself on the mercy of the court.

Mercy? Don't make me laugh.

They've been waiting to get me in a spot like this for years.

We haven't got a chance

with that Emmy Lou testifying for them.

Our only way out is a deal.

Me? I don't make no deals with nobody.

They make deals with me.

All the time I've been that way.

Ever since I was that big.

You think I care for money?

All I care about is to make people do what I tell them.

You're crazy, Johnny.

Yeah.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I ain't.

I just know one thing.

I ain't going to let no five crubby dames

put the skids under me now.

You want a deal? Here it is.

You get word to those dames that

maybe I get them before the trial

or maybe I got to wait until after it's over.

But if they talk,

sure as my name's Johnny Vanning,

I'll get them.

Oh, I wish that guy Graham

would stop sending in these banquets.

He's ruining my girlish figure.

Well, you don't have to make a pig out of yourself.

Well, it's free. Why not?

Come on, Mary, your stuff's getting cold.

No, I'm not hungry.

Gabby, look.

See that guy down there across the street

with the gray hat on?

He looks like Joe Donnera, one of Vanning's executioners.

Right. Get away from that window, Mary.

That little hop head isn't out there walking for his health.

That's all.

Be seated.

Proceed with the case of the State vs. Vanning.

The state calls Florrie Liggett.

And when Betty got out of the taxi

and came up the stoop, she had money in her hand.

-Didn't she? -Yes, sir.

-It was a $100 bill, wasn't it? -Yes, sir.

And where did she tell you she got that $100 bill?

From a man at the party.

Just as a sort of a little present?

No, sir. She said she got it for taxi fare.

She told you that she accepted

a $100 bill for taxi fare?

Yes, sir. We always got that

at Johnny's parties.

Thank you. That's all.

The state calls Estelle Porter.

You knew the deceased Betty Strauber?

-Yes, sir. -Will you please speak louder

-so the jury can hear you? -Yes, sir.

What kind of a girl would you say she was?

She was the sweetest kid you ever saw.

And up until very recently, she didn't know the kind of work

you and her sister were doing?

No, sir. She thought we were models in a dress shop.

Mary kept her in a swell school.

Wanted her to grow up to be a god kid and--

Objection as irrelevant and cheap pathos

in an attempt to play on the sympathies of the jury.

I merely offer it in rebuttal to the cheap insinuations

cast upon the character of the deceased Betty Strauber.

Overruled. Proceed.

The state calls Dorothy Marvin

known as Gabby Marvin.

Then why did you refuse to talk about this case

to the District Attorney at first?

I had a reason.

And was it for the same reason that you tried

to persuade the other girls not to talk?

-Yes. -And just what was that reason?

-Vanning. -What do you mean "Vanning"?

A boy I was crazy about used to work for him.

He wanted to get out of this racket

so we could go away together.

But he knew too much.

Vanning wouldn't let him out.

So the boyfriend got sore and talked.

George, he was that kind of a guy,

sort of hotheaded and wild--

Never mind that. What happened?

They found him in a ditch full of slugs.

The state calls Mary Dwight.

And when you defied Vanning's command

to stay away from the law and threatened to tell me

all you knew about him, what did he do?

He slapped me hard right across the mouth.

And then what happened?

He ordered all the other girls

to leave the room.

And after they left?

Charlie and another member of the gang went to work on me.

And by that you mean...

They started slapping me around.

They'd keep crashing their big fists in my face.

And threatening me with worse if,

if I didn't keep my mouth shut like Johnny said.

Then when I fell down, they,

they started kicking me.

Oh, I begged them to lay off, but, but they wouldn't stop.

Then when I saw Charlie

lean over me and, and take out his knife...

I screamed and,

and fainted.

And you don't remember anything that happened after that?

No. Not until I woke up in the hospital.

Was there any particular reason

why Charlie cut that cross on your cheek?

Sure.

Sure, that's Johnny's little trademark

for anyone who double-crosses him.

Emmy Lou Eagan, take the stand.

Well, then Betty pleaded with Vanning

not to make her go with Mr. Crandall, and

that only made Johnny mad. He...

He grabbed her, and

when she tried to fight him off, he...

...he hit her, and she fell down the stairs.

-She fell down the stairs? -Yes, sir.

Then Vanning didn't deliberately push

or throw her down the stairs, did he?

Well, no, sir. He hit her so hard,

she lost her balance and--

Accidentally fell down the stairs.

-Isn't that right? -Yes, sir.

Then Vanning didn't kill her, did he?

Oh, he did. He did.

But you just said it was an accident.

-Now which is it? -He killed her.

I'm telling you. I saw him,

and that's why he wanted to kill me too.

And in summing up, I cannot impress upon you too strongly

that you must never lose sight of the background of this case.

A viciously ruthless background from which sprang the motive

for this killing of an innocent girl.

You should consider not only Vanning the murderer

but also Vanning the vice czar

who at this very moment is exacting

his staggering tribute from a supine and cowardly city.

To defend this empire of vice and crime,

Vanning is pursuing the same methods he used

in building and maintaining it.

Insidious bribery to corrupt,

brutal violence to intimidate,

and cold-blooded murder to silence any

who dared protest.

Had all these succeeded as they had so often in the past,

I wouldn't be here prosecuting Vanning for murder.

And why did he fail?

Was it because our leading citizens

had risen in righteous indignation

to rid the city of this criminal racketeer?

Ladies and gentlemen, these leading citizens,

men of reputation, men of standing,

men of righteousness, who cried to the high heavens

that the city was overrun with crime and corruption,

when they were called upon to testify,

to do something about it,

to risk even a little,

did they? No.

They were either too busy or too afraid.

Out of all the teeming millions of this great city,

only five girls had the courage

to take their very lives in their hands

and accuse Johnny Vanning.

In spite of all the threats of reprisals,

the horror of which they knew too well,

they were ready to appear before you to testify.

And let me be the first to admit the truth of the accusations

that were brought against these girls

in a desperate effort to discredit them.

Frankly, they're, they're everything

the defense has said they are.

Their characters are questionable.

Their profession, unsavory and distasteful.

Oh, it's not been difficult to crucify them,

but it has been difficult to crucify the truth.

And that truth is that these girls,

in the face of sheer, stark terrorism,

did appear in court,

exposed themselves to the public gaze,

told the truth about themselves,

told the world what they really are.

Well, then surely you must believe

that they were telling the truth when they testified

that Johnny Vanning was responsible

for the death of Betty Strauber.

And if you do believe that,

there is but one verdict you can reach,

and that is guilty.

Be seated.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Hand it to the clerk.

Read it.

"We, the jury, in the above entitled cause,

"find the defendants guilty on counts

one, two, three and four."

Your Honor, at this time we give oral notice

of our intention to move for a new trial.

An intelligent, courageous, in discriminating jury

has found you, Vanning,

guilty of heading a combination to commit and profit

from every vicious and reprehensible crime.

This makes you responsible in law and morals,

for every foul and cruel deed

performed at your command by your henchmen.

The evidence against you is overwhelming.

Your previous record shows you to be an incorrigible criminal.

A low and brutal character.

An unprincipled and aggressive egotist.

It is my sworn duty to administer to each of you

the justice and punishment of an outraged community.

But before I do, let me warn you.

That should any of the people's witnesses

be injured or harassed,

specifically, if anything should happen

to those five girls,

the court will request the parole authorities

to retain in prison

the defendants against whom such witnesses testified

for the maximum terms of the sentences to be imposed.

Since all of you have been found guilty

on every count in the indictment,

it is a judgment and sentence of this court

that you be imprisoned for a term

of not less than 30

nor more than 50 years in the state penitentiary.

Well... that's that.

Come on, kids.

Let's go.

-Congratulations. -Nice work, Dave.

Just a minute, Mr. Graham. Look this way, please.

Joe.

Johnny says to lay off.

Okay.

Mary.

Yes?

Aren't you gonna wait?

What for?

It's all over, isn't it?

Over?

Why, sure.

You'd better go back inside.

They all wanna congratulate you.

Oh, no, you're the one that should be getting

the congratulations, not me.

Mm-mm. I don't want them.

But where will you go?

Places.

But what will you do?

Do?

Oh, I-I'll get along. I always have.

Mary, I'd like to help you.

-Why? -Why? Because I...

Because I think you've got a break coming to you.

And?

And I'd like to see that you get it.

What's the use of stalling?

We both live in different worlds,

and that's the way we gotta leave it.

I don't want leave it that way.

I once said to you that if you ever started

helping yourself, I'd be the first one

to go to bat for you.

And that still goes.

No matter what you do or where you go,

we'll meet again.

Goodbye, Graham.

I'll be seeing you.

-Here's Graham. -We've been looking for you.

How about a couple of pictures of our next DA?

What do you mean DA? If he ain't our next governor,

he ought to have his head examined.

Come on, Graham. Give that old personality smile.

Oh, you know, Graham, the old chin out.

Attaboy. Just a couple more now, Graham.

- Wait a minute, Graham. - Gentlemen...

Wait, wait a minute.