All language subtitles for I Want to Live! (1958).en

Come on.

What's the rush? I have to wait for Bonnie.

She can catch up with you later.

Where?
You wouldn't let us look for a place.

We didn't bring you chicks in from Vegas
to go apartment hunting. Let's go.

Go, go, go.
No one knows where, but we gotta go.

What is this? Come on, get out of here.

- Where's the girl?
- What girl?

All right, come on out, Duchess.

You heard me. I said, "Come out."

What, may I ask,
are you two gentlemen doing in my room?

No sale, sister.

Let's not make a federal case...

It is one. Ever hear of the Mann Act?
Transporting a woman across a state line...

What are you talking about?

You drove her in
from out of state this afternoon.

Don't you think we check on those things
first with witnesses?

- All right, get your stuff. Let's go.
- Just a minute, copper.

Did you and your runny-nosed witnesses
check on who was gonna pay for the room?

Me!

So...

There we are.

You know what you'll be charged with?

Yeah, I know, and it's a misdemeanor.
No federal rap.

I've been there before.

- All right, come on.
- Get your paws off.

I soil easy.

Thanks, kid.

Don't lose this.

Life's a funny thing.

Compared to what?

Left! March!

Hup, hup, hup, march!

Now hear this!

I want to propose a toast...

...to those two grand little seagulls,
Peg and Bonnie.

They made San Diego...

...a port the men of the USS Pompano...

...will always remember.

Hup, march!

You goofed.

Pay up, dogface. That will be a sawbuck.

Where'd you girls learn that drill,
in the WACs?

No.

- The WAVES?
- In Ventura.

California's most exclusive finishing school.

Very tough to get into, huh, Peg?

I always say there's nothing like
a good education to get ahead.

And furthermore,
I'd like to add a serious note.

Sit down. You're rocking the boat.

Here you are.
I was about to yell, "Girl overboard."

You can't hear yourself think in there.

Think about this,
I got a three-day pass startin' Friday.

How about me and you
go down to Tijuana?

- Negative.
- Why not?

- I'm going on a weekend cruise.
- Yeah? How's about inviting me along?

You wouldn't fit in.

I'm joining my mother and her friends
on a private yacht.

What are you handing me?
Your mother on a yacht?

Yeah! My mother on a yacht!

Besides, you're too young.

For what?

Am I still too young?

Hello, young lovers, hello.

Don't you ever knock
before entering a balcony?

Guess who's here? Mac and Stuey.

From Frisco?

Ten-hut!

Forward, march!

Bury yourself!

- It looks like we finally made the bucket.
- What happened?

Remember the deli on Bloom Street
we wanted to knock over?

- Yeah.
- We did.

- And they know we did.
- But can they prove it?

- They got a fair case, a witness even.
- One witness, that's all?

- No fingerprints? Nothing like that?
- Not unless I left them on the pickles.

You see, if we had an alibi...

If you'd say we were with you,
10-to-1, we'd beat the rap.

Sure.

- Perjury's a felony.
- That's what I told them.

- There's three bills in it for you and Peg.
- And expenses while in Frisco.

- I don't know.
- One thing about you, Bonnie.

- You never let your pals down.
- Come on. What do you say?

Okay, it's a deal.

- I knew she'd do it!
- It'll be like old times.

- We'll have a ball in Frisco.
- No, I can't go with this kick.

- Don't be like that. They're nice guys.
- Sure.

I guess I just haven't got your guts.

This is where I cut out.

Okay, guys, there's a party goin' on.

Let's live it up!

That's my Bonnie!

Some liquor for my friends.

Bongos away! Go, go, go!

Come on, Joe, put a head on it!

You've done your time. You're getting out.
So watch yourself.

You're on probation for five years.

Don't leave the San Francisco area
or violate your probation in any way...

...or you'll be back here quick enough.

- No, ma'am. I won't.
- I hope you mean it.

I see one Section K, juvenile morals...

...four vagrancy, one vagrancy quarantine,
three soliciting, perjury...

...not to mention the two years you spent
at the Ventura Reform School for girls.

As long as you're adding up the score,
my mother was in Ventura before me.

That oughta be worth extra points.

What I'm trying to say is,
you do have a choice.

People have managed to be fairly happy
by not getting into trouble.

Get a job, maybe get married.

I have been...

...occasionally.

Your way doesn't seem
to be going too well.

Why don't you try the other?

Thanks.

Maybe I will.

No, Mr. Thomas. I couldn't let you do that.

Now, don't be silly, Miss Baldwin.
Why not?

It is such a bother having
just that one account in San Francisco.

- I should open one down here.
- San Francisco! We're neighbors.

I go to Stanford.

- I claim it as a right to cash your check.
- If you insist.

- How's $20?
- Anything you say.

Just make it out to cash.

I'm terribly sorry.

Allow me, Miss. Allow me.

Are you in some kind of
earn-while-you-learn job?

- Cop.
- What?

Vice cop.

- Look at these, all wet.
- Here, use one of mine. Just...

I feel like I've just been
through a laundromat.

I'll be right back.

I don't know, Hank.
Pickin' on a vice-squad cop to kite a check.

That's not much of
a recommendation for a job.

- She just got in town.
- How was I to know...

- Where you from?
- Frisco.

- Your occupation, what do you do?
- The best I can.

Maybe you can do it for me.

Come here.

See you, and I'll raise you.

- I'm out.
- You chicken?

Your end comes to $100 and a quarter.

Together with certain other activities
of the past month, that makes $642.

- I'll put it in the safe for you.
- No.

You want it?

I'm quitting.

To get married.

Young Lochinvar, from behind the bar?

You've been married three times now.

Let's assume divorced as many.

You ought to know by now
no white knight's gonna ride into your life.

Yeah, that's right.

There isn't space on my library card
for all my names.

You think, as Mrs. Henry Graham,
you'll be so ritzy you can't work for me?

I'm tired of it, Perk, all of it.

Used to be fun, but it isn't fun anymore.

I go past the markets now...

...and envy the housewives
carrying out the groceries.

I used to think they were
stupid squares, too, but...

I get so tired of going out
with a quarter to buy ice.

Okay. So congratulate
the bridegroom for me.

Wait till you taste my cooking.

Good luck, Bonnie.

You crumb, lay off!

- You little fool, give it here!
- It's our last $10!

- Don't give me that. You cashed a check.
- I wasted it on food.

Listen to me, Hank.

When I got pregnant,
you promised to kick the habit.

I've tried, Bonnie. I've tried.

But tonight... Have a heart.

Just one more fix, and that's it, I swear.

No.

- Please, Hank, for the baby's sake.
- The baby!

I got some rights, too!

Give it!

It's all right, honey.

Here, look at the tigey.

Here, sweetie. Look at the tigey.

Please, honey, let me have the $10.

I just wanna put it on a horse. Honest.

I got a tip. I could score big.

Shut up!

Daddy didn't mean it, darling.
Daddy didn't mean it.

You, you're so holy.

You're worse than me.
You're nothing but a no-good, fancy...

Daddy didn't mean it, darling.

He's sick.

Don't you tell him about me.
Tell him about yourself!

- And you got a record to prove it!
- All right!

As long as we're all bellied up to the bar
for treats, here's something for you.

I'm sick of supporting you and your habit!
I'm sick of your smell!

This is a real dream house
I've been running...

...and no junkie's worth it!

Take it!

Go on, take it!
It's the last you'll ever get from me!

You mean that?

So help me.

I'm through.

It's nice to see you, Mr. Bixle. Come on in.

I could evict you right into jail,
giving me this check.

Now, calm down, Mr. Bixle.

Maybe you'd like a little drink
on a day like this.

You're in serious trouble. You don't even
have an account in that bank.

How careless of me. I used to.

I guess I got my checkbooks mixed up.
I'll write out another.

No. Cash.

Mr. Bixle, give me until tomorrow.
My husband's been away all week.

I expect him back tonight.

All right. Tomorrow.
But after that, I'm going to the police.

Hello?

Babs, I was just gonna call you.

Of course you can.
Come on over. I'll be waiting.

Yeah.

- That's a hot one. She calls me.
- Takin' her, you must be nuts.

- I'll go to my grave saying you're nuts.
- You play it my way.

Maybe we'll all get out of this world alive.

I thought if Bobby and I
could stay here for a while...

...I might be able to work things out.

Stay as long as you want.

Only thing is,
Santo and me is taking a powder.

What's up?

All I know is,
the police contact says we're hot.

Are the cops liable to show?

"Are the cops liable to show?"

I wouldn't worry.

- Good-looking dame like you.
- Not worry?

I've got half a dozen bum checks around,
a busted parole...

...a landlord on my neck,
I'm broke, Hank's disappeared.

And it's rainin'.

- Take me with you, Perk.
- With the baby?

I can leave him with Hank's mother.
She's back in a week.

How about it? If I'm picked up with Bobby,
they'll put him in a foster home.

I got the answer.
She comes with me to Acapulco. Simple.

I told you once,
I don't think Mexico's a smart idea.

I don't care what you think.

What do you say, hon?

It's nice down there, and sunny.

I'll rub oil all over your body,
so's you don't get too bad a burn.

It so happens I'd take a rap
to avoid a trip with you.

- We could have lots of fun together.
- You're not my type.

I heard there was no such thing
as not your type.

Until I met you.

And believe me, it's purely personal.

Don't get sore, glamour boy.
You can't win 'em all.

Anyway, she's coming with us.

I'll send the three of you postcards.

You let me know which pen.

Watch out!

Spotter to Control. Boarding Lynwood bus.

2659 southbound.

One tail with her. Over.

Good work, Spotter.

Control to Walker.
If feasible, call intersecting streets.

All right, let's go.

Excuse me, sir.
Is this cross street Burgess?

Yeah, this is Burgess. Royal and Burgess.

That Ethel's on the ball.

Minns to Mobile 3. Royal and Burgess.
Wait at Royal. Take Number 1 position.

Out. Minns to Control.

At destination, call in all Division 1 units.

Destination is where she goes to cover.
Read me?

Stop that screamer, Ted.

For once, write it the way it happens,
okay, Montgomery?

Don't worry, Inspector.
I'll spell your name right.

A tramp, but smart.

Good-looking girl, too.
The kind that fools you.

Not me. I've seen angel pusses who'd
shoot their grandmothers in the back...

...and take bets on which way they'd fall.

Excuse me. Getting off at Barham Plaza.

Getting off.

Control to Walker. Drop off.
We're putting the sergeant on Graham.

We wanna play safe.
Don't work too close yourself, please.

On the local scene, I've just been handed
a news flash on the Monahan murder.

Police announce an important break
in the slaying of Mrs. Mabel Monahan...

... found beaten to death
11 days ago in Burbank.

Bruce King, a self-styled steeplejack...

... was picked up last night
on the Mexican border.

According to one source,
he has given authorities...

... several highly significant leads.

Have you ever wondered whether
distant grass really does look greenest?

Tomorrow, we move further out.

- That'll make it tougher to visit Bobby.
- Are you still on that kid?

- What's for chow?
- Champagne and winter strawberries.

- Why, you...
- I'm not your maid!

All right, you two!

What do you know?

Santa Claus' workshop
is finally taking a breather.

I'm not the only one
who doesn't pay his light bill.

Get down!

This is the Los Angeles police department.

You are surrounded.

We are authorized by law
to apprehend you dead or alive.

Dead or alive.

She was tailed. She let herself get tailed!

If you wish to surrender peaceably,
come out singly as your names are called...

... hands above your head.

Come out singly, hands above your head.

Emmett Perkins, come out.

Emmett Perkins.

We will not wait, Emmett Perkins.
That is a warning.

Maybe you asked 'em here.

Yeah. I'll show you
the engraved invitation.

Come out, John R. Santo.

John R. Santo.

You have 60 seconds.

Obey orders, and nobody will be hurt.

Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

You have 60 seconds.

If you do not come out,
we will come in and get you.

We are warning you
not to attempt anything.

Your friends are in custody.

It is over.

For the last time, come out.

Keep your hands above your head.

You heard me. Hands above your head.

I won't warn you again.
Get those hands up.

Miss! Ed Montgomery.

Give me a statement, I'll write your angle.

- Brother!
- That's the one to print.

"Bloody Babs, the tiger woman."

Did she confess?

Not yet. They've been grilling her all night.

I'm going over there now.

For your own sake, Mrs. Graham,
tell the truth.

I've been trying to, for once.

You want a lie detector test?

I want a lawyer.

If you're innocent,
a lie detector test will help you.

Innocent of what? What's the charge?

Open charge.
Could be any number of things.

- Like what, for instance?
- For instance, $251 worth of bad checks...

...parolee consorting with known criminals,
suspicion of robbery.

And, of course, that other thing.

What other thing?

Mrs. Mabel Monahan.

- I never even knew the dame.
- You know she's been killed, don't you?

Yeah, so was Julius Caesar.
I didn't know him, either.

Ever use narcotics, Babs?

- No.
- No?

Your husband does.

You know, you cooperate,
maybe we can let you have a fix.

There's no monkey on my back.
Never has been.

Then what's with your legs?
Why are you squirming?

I got a worse habit...

...like goin' to the powder room
every six or eight hours.

- You mind?
- Sit down.

Lousy hop-headed slut!

I'd like to spread you out
and stamp you into the ground.

- Everybody gets his kicks some way.
- Why, you dirty...

We have a tough, ugly job to do...

...and you're making it harder for all of us.

My heart bleeds for you.

How can I help,
buy a few tickets to the policemen's ball?

You're being very foolish.

We're giving you a chance, not only
to help the law for once, but save yourself.

What do you mean?

If you turn state's evidence,
tell us everything...

...about the Monahan job,
you can walk out a free woman.

We're offering you complete immunity.

All you have to do is sign
a full statement naming names...

...we won't even call it a confession,
and you go free.

So that's why you've been
playing the mama bull.

You think I'm a stoolie.

No dice!

I'm sorry for you.

Dumb. Just plain dumb.

Right now,
your playmates are spillin' their guts.

Don't let 'em make you the patsy.

You heard the inspector.

Minute you sign a statement,
you're off the hook.

- All right, I'll name names.
- Now we're cookin'.

The inspector,
the lieutenant, the sergeant...

...especially you, Sarge, are jerks!

But I'll say this for you, Sarge. You sweat.

I'm tired of fooling around with you.

She's the hardest cookie
I ever came across.

- Worse than her boyfriends.
- Yeah, what about them?

I have nothing for the papers yet.
Bear with me.

Next on your phone, Ed.

Charlie, she won't confess,
so I'm gonna play up her vice record.

Dope, prostitution,
any other kick I dream up.

I'll keep Santo and Perkins
in the background.

Graham's the one who'll sell papers.

Of course she is. She's had a record
ever since she could reach the slots.

I'll paste together my usual valentine:

Cold-blooded sadist, titian-topped tigress.

Titian.

Skip it. I'll have it for you in an hour.

Is that how you got your Pulitzer?

It's Mrs. Graham's tough luck
to be young, attractive...

...belligerent, immoral...

...and guilty as hell.

- Ever been arrested?
- No.

What is this, a striptease?

Whom do you wish notified
in case of death or serious illness?

Marlon Brando.

How about letting me have that tiger back?
He's housebroken.

After I check it,
it will be placed with your property.

What are you doing?

No! Don't!

"My Bonnie lives over the ocean

"My Bonnie sails over the sea"

All right, Jenny Lind...

...I have to look you over for scars,
wounds, open sores.

Turn around.

Slow.

Put your arms out.

So, look for scars.

You don't have to count my pores
one by one, do you?

What's that?

Push-button control.

Looks to me like someone
used you to put out a cigarette.

Don't touch the merchandise.

Think you're pretty hot stuff?

This will cool you off.

Come on, honey.
You're gonna pad with me.

"Stone walls may not a prison make

"Nor iron bars a cage"

But they sure help.

What I still don't get is,
why your kind of bail...

...just for hanging some bad paper
around town?

What I mean is, it's way out of line.

$25,000 for a chicken crime like forgery.

Unless they got something else on you.

Look, hon...

...you keep your sympathy to yourself,
and I'll keep my business to myself.

Okay?

Graham, front and center.

Something for you.

- Barbara Graham?
- Yeah.

"Subpoena...

"Appear before the grand jury
for the crime...

"Murder"?

What is this? They're crazy.

No, they don't!

They don't pull a raw one like this!
They don't pin a murder rap on me!

I've done a lot of things in my time,
a lot of things, but not murder!

I told those cops,
I know nothing about any murder!

Nothing! Do you hear me?

Nothing! Nothing!

"I know nothing about any murder.
Do you hear me? Nothing..."

... shouts Barbara Graham
as she is indicted today...

... by the grand jury
for the murder of Mrs. Mabel Monahan...

... a crippled Burbank widow.

Indicted along with her
are the other three members...

... of the so-called Monahan murder mob:

Bruce King, Emmett Perkins,
and John Santo.

Don't know who it is
except the name I told you on the pad.

Peg!

Bonnie.

Of course, Mrs. Ciesilwicz. You're married.

His name's Joe. He's an aircraft worker.

- Any kids?
- A boy and a girl.

Would you believe it? I'm a real square.

Thursday Afternoon Club,
the Holy Rosary Society...

...Community Chest, the works.

Me, too, almost.
I have a boy, 13 months and smart.

- You shouldn't have come here, Peg.
- Don't be silly.

If the newspapers get hold of it,
your husband's liable to find out.

He knows.

Yeah, but does he know about us,
how we were?

I came clean about everything long ago.

When I told him I was coming to see you,
you know what he said?

He said, "That's what friends are for."

He did?

Sure.

Bonnie, are you gonna be all right?

We might as well face it,
I'm in a real jam this time.

I'm the little ball bouncing around
a roulette wheel...

...everyone betting me to land
where it'll do them the most good.

Votes for the DA, circulation for
the newspapers, promotions for the cops.

That still don't give them the right
to hang a bad rap on you.

- You didn't ask me if it was a bad one.
- I didn't have to.

Thanks.

You'd do the same for me
if it was the other way around.

It could have been, Bonnie.

Believe me, it could have been.
We were so alike.

All right. Stop that.
You're a different person now.

You have been, ever since you got smart
in San Diego and cut out.

All the stuff I read...

...and I could...

...never read the handwriting on the wall.

Is there anything I can do?

Bring your boy around for a visit?

No. I don't want Bobby down here.

- Maybe you could go and see him, though.
- Sure.

Barbara Graham, time's up.

- But I only just got here.
- Visiting room closes at 3:00.

Thanks for coming, Peg.

See you soon.

What about a lawyer? Have you got one?

Nothing to worry about.
I'll use the public defender.

No, sir.
No court-appointed attorney for me.

I don't want you, Mr. Tibrow. Period.
I want the public defender.

I'll do the very best I can with the $500
given me to investigate your case.

$500. That's not enough to investigate
who's pinching soap from a Y.

At least, with the public defender,
I could put up a fight...

...even if he doesn't have
the dough that DA has.

- Why can't I have the public defender?
- Because, as I've tried to explain to you...

...the district attorney has preempted him
for Bruce King...

...and your interests are adverse.

He's a defendant, too, isn't he?

Yes, but he claims that you
did the actual killing.

Why, that crummy, no-good,
dirty, double-crossing...

Can't we spend our precious time
on something more constructive?

Yeah, you're right.

I should be thanking you
instead of fighting with you.

All I ask is complete honesty between us.

That's a deal.

Now, then.

You stated that on
the evening of March 9...

...you were at home with
your husband and baby...

...but in your testimony to the grand jury...

...you said your husband couldn't be found.

- Don't you believe me?
- A jury won't.

You can't simply tell them,
"I wasn't there."

You've got to say,
"I couldn't have been there...

"...because here is where I was.

"And these are the people
who were with me to prove it."

I can't do that.

So let's level.

What chance have I got?

With an uncorroborated alibi?

None.

There is. I'm the someone.

- You shouldn't read other people's mail.
- There's a lot of things I shouldn't do.

Step into my office.
Little Rita will take care of the pretty lady.

You really weren't there?

That's right, Your Honor.

Then you've only got one problem, sweetie.

You weren't with anybody
some other place.

I was with my husband, he skipped...

...and my son, age 1.

I've got a friend. His name's Ben.

He could use money.

Yeah?

Ben's coming to see me Friday.

- Maybe he should try to see you, too.
- No, thanks.

It's something to think about.

Look, you're in for manslaughter yourself.

Why would you wanna do this for me?

You're a friend in need.

Tomorrow's Friday.

- Just another wild prison rumor.
- My friend Ben comes on Friday.

- Have you thought about it?
- Yeah. A lot.

- It's an awful big chance.
- It's a big rap.

- One slip-up, that's all I'd need.
- You can trust Ben.

How about you?

You know about me.

Make it easy. Bet it hard.
Four trey, seven away.

Mama's goin' home to stay.

You made your point, sweetie.

Yeah. I guess I did.

I'm gonna need a password.

This line. Here.

"I came like water."

"And like wind, I go."

Ben?

That's me.

Rita told you about the deal,
the money part?

You'll get it as soon as I'm out of here.

I guess it's all right,
as long as you're okay in Rita's book.

Now, one other thing:
Is there any physical evidence...

...fingerprints, blood on your clothes?
- Are you nuts? I wasn't even there.

Look, will you play it straight with me?

I'm going way out on a limb for you.
Way out.

I wasn't there.

Let's get with it.

We don't have much time.
30 minutes, that's all.

That's long enough. Easy.

- There's time to run through it once more.
- All right.

It was the Encino Arms Motel.

I picked you up in town,
near your house on 54th Street.

You were in a cab.

I was awaiting for you
at the corner of 54th and Sunset.

- We went out to the motel, and we...
- Poor Aunt Maude.

- But she shouldn't use a mustard plaster.
- I guess so.

- All right. We went out to the motel...
- And we registered under the name...

...of Mr. And Mrs. J. Clark.

- We stayed there till 7:00 the next morning.
- In cabin 20.

And then you took me home afterward.

If they ask why you've kept quiet about it
until now...

I'm married, but now I see
that it's a matter of life and death...

It sure is.

- Nothing better go wrong with this.
- Don't worry.

Where were you that night, really?

Look, I've gotta know.

If someone knows where you really were,
and shows up at that trial...

...where does that leave me?

- Nobody saw me.
- How can you be sure?

- You're not even sure where you were.
- I'm sure, but I can't prove it.

If I could, I wouldn't need you, would I?

Suit yourself.

Much as I'd like to save
that gorgeous hide of yours...

...I just can't take that kind of a chance.

- We better forget the whole thing.
- Come back.

Yeah?

You got something you wanna say?

You've really got the hammerlocks on me.

- What do you want?
- You were there, weren't you?

Is that all you'll believe?

It would be an easy thing to believe,
and I wouldn't have to worry.

- I'll double your money.
- Baby...

Ben!

- Have it your way.
- You were with them...

...with Perkins and Santo?
Because if you were, it's okay.

It will be my story against Bruce King's.
You were with them?

All right, I was with them.

Then from here on in, you just relax.

You're a cinch to beat the cyanide.

May it please the court,
counsel for the defendants...

...ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

...we will prove that on the night
of March 9, 1953...

...King, Santo, Perkins, Barbara Graham...

...brutally murdered Mrs. Mabel Monahan...

...a crippled widow, 61 years of age.

You will see why they needed a woman
to gain admittance to the Monahan home.

We will show you how they searched
every nook and cranny of her house...

...looking for a hidden cache of money.

In conclusion of his opening statement,
District Attorney Milton cries:

"We mean business.

"You, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have sworn you have no scruples...

"...about the death penalty
even though one defendant is a woman.

"So now I say to you,
invoke the extreme penalty.

"Let justice be done."

Very well. You arrived in front
of the Monahan house.

It was dark. Santo tells Barbara Graham,
"You go ahead in."

You see Mrs. Graham enter the house.
Then what happened?

After Mrs. Graham
entered the Monahan house...

...Santo and Perkins insisted
that I follow her.

- And did you?
- About a minute later.

When you went in, what was the first thing
that attracted your attention?

Mrs. Graham was striking Mrs. Monahan
in the face with a gun.

- In the head and face.
- In what position was Mrs. Monahan?

She was standing up.

Mrs. Graham had her by the hair
with her left hand...

...and was striking her with her right.

Then what did you do?

I told Mrs. Graham
to cease hitting her anymore...

...put my hand in the way.

- Mrs. Monahan collapsed.
- And then?

They tied Mrs. Monahan up
and searched the house.

- Who did?
- Santo, Perkins and Mrs. Graham.

And me.

- You may examine.
- Don't let him get away with that.

Tear him apart.

Was an offer made to you by the District
Attorney's office to testify at this trial?

- It was.
- Would you state what that offer was?

Mr. Milton told me that
if I would tell the truth...

...he would ask the court
to dismiss this case against me.

That's the reason for the testimony
you have given, is it?

No, sir.

- What is the reason for it, then?
- To bring justice.

To all persons concerned,
including yourself?

Yes, sir.

And you feel it is justice
for you to be released...

...and perhaps the others condemned?

I do.

You testified earlier...

...that Emmett Perkins gave you a gun...

...about five minutes before you
reached the Monahan house.

- Is that correct?
- Four or five minutes. Yes, sir.

If you did not intend
to participate in violence...

...even if you were there only on...

...how shall we say,
your mission of mercy...

Objection! Your Honor,
he's characterizing the testimony.

Sustained, as to the last phrase.

Pray tell, why did you take the gun?

You know something?
I've often wondered myself.

That sure rocked the jury. Look at them.

As the trial of Barbara Graham
goes into its third day...

... the interest in the fate of the so-called
queen of the murder mob...

... continues to mount.

Tonight, the police have been
alerted by a tip-off...

... that there's a gangland plot
to spring her.

Extra precautions will be taken
in the courtroom tomorrow.

Leave us in, Pops. We wanna see Babs.

Go home. Ain't you kids
got nothing better to do?

Your mother wears army boots.

- Hi, Peg.
- I saw Bobby this morning.

- How is he?
- Wonderful. He'll be walking soon.

I've gotta be there
to see him take that first step.

You will. It's going fine.

Yeah, sure.

- I haven't had my innings yet, that's all.
- I'm Ed Montgomery from...

I've seen the name.

- Who's she?
- Some autograph hound.

Me, too. How about signing
an exclusive interview? I'll pay.

Okay, scoop. Here's your first installment.

"Bloody Babs shuns press."

Please remain seated, and come to order.

Court is again in session.

The record will show the jury, counsel,
and defendants present.

You may proceed, Mr. Prosecutor.

Our next witness will be here in a moment.
He's just outside.

That's my man.

- Your who?
- That's Ben. The one I told you about.

Raise your right hand to be sworn.

That's the fella
who was with you at the motel?

- That's my witness.
- Your witness?

He's just been called by the prosecution.

But that's Ben Miranda. That's my alibi.

- State your name, please.
- Benjamin Miranda.

- What is your occupation?
- Police officer for the city of Los Angeles.

Sometime before today,
were you given a special assignment...

...by the Los Angeles Police Department
to investigate the Monahan murder case?

- Yes, sir, I was.
- What was that assignment?

On August 7,
I went to the women's division...

...of the county jail
for a meeting with Mrs. Graham.

Was this meeting
at Barbara Graham's request?

They crossed me.
The both of them crossed me.

- That dirty, stinking little tramp.
- Shut up!

Now, at the time and place
you first saw Barbara Graham...

...did you give her some kind of password?
- Yes, sir. I did.

- Can't you do something, Mr. Tibrow?
- I'll do something.

What was the password?

Your Honor, may we approach the bench?

You may, Mr. Tibrow.

May it please the court,
I have repeatedly warned my client...

...against deceiving me in any way,
but I have been deceived.

I've been lied to. I've been misled.

For the record,
I ask permission to withdraw.

I am sympathetic with counsel.

However, since no person
could be better qualified...

...than the attorney
who has proceeded in the case so far...

...the court does not feel
that it should relieve you.

- So the court understands my position.
- It does indeed.

Proceed.

Read the last question, Mr. Reporter.

Question: "What was the password?"

"I came like water, and like wind I go."

It'll be my story against Bruce King's.
You were with them?

All right, I was with them.

Then from here on in, you just relax.

You're a cinch to beat the cyanide.

Those are the words which go echoing
through the courtroom today...

... at the trial of Barbara Graham.

A written transcript is used
in court for the prosecution...

... but you are hearing the actual voices
as originally recorded...

... on the wire inside
a tiny miniphone like this...

... which police officer Miranda
conceals on his body...

... during his rigged prison meeting
with the alleged murderess.

It's all taken down
on the miniature recording device.

Her desperate attempt
to establish a false alibi.

Her faltering admission
she was there at the scene of the crime.

The flaming redhead finally crumbles
into a shattered, frightened woman.

She is led crying from the courtroom
after the brutal session.

Curious onlookers, photographers...

... and reporters, including
this correspondent, crowd around her.

- Have you anything to say for TV?
- I'm innocent.

What about the testimony of Bruce King
and Officer Miranda today?

I'm completely innocent.
I was home with my family that night.

They'll all die violently:
The spies, the liars...

... all the ones who want me dead.

I'm innocent.

- Do you swear it?
- I swear it.

I swear it on my baby's life.

May God strike him dead if I'm guilty.

And what happens to Rita,
the blond prison siren...

... the inside girl
who so invaluably aided the police...

... while herself serving time
for manslaughter?

Her sentence is suspended,
and she is released on probation...

... as the woman she helped entrap
takes the stand tomorrow...

... to fight for her life.

Now, despite what you told Mr. Miranda...

...you claim you were at home
with your husband on March 9.

- Is that correct?
- So help me God.

Yet you made no effort
to contact your husband.

At the same time,
you went to great lengths...

...to make use of Mr. Miranda's services.
Correct?

- The same goes for you!
- Just answer the question!

I wrote Henry one letter
while I was in the county jail...

...and I never got an answer.

In that letter, did you say anything
about being with him...

...on the all-important night of March 9?

- You're hesitating, Mrs. Graham.
- I'm trying to think.

You do that.

May the record show that I have a letter
addressed to Henry L. Graham...

...postmarked May 20, 1953.

And stamped on it:

"Mail censored, Los Angeles County Jail."

I'll ask that this be marked
next in order for identification.

So ordered. People's Exhibit 73.

I ask you to read this letter,
and tell us whether or not you wrote it.

That's her husband.

Henry L. Graham.

Thank God.

I will clear the courtroom if there's
another such outburst from anyone.

Proceed, Mr. Prosecutor.

Did you write that letter
to your husband, Mrs. Graham?

Yes, I did.

Did you say anything about
where you and he might've been...

...on the night of March 9,
or whether you were together...

...or anything about establishing your alibi?

No.

I offer into evidence, if the court please,
this letter marked Exhibit 73.

Accepted into evidence,
letter marked Exhibit 73.

But I remember now why I didn't.

I wanted Henry to come and see me.

You also asked Mr. Miranda
to come and see you...

...and testify falsely
that he was with you March 9.

I didn't exactly want him.

I just felt that I had no other choice.

You told him you were really with Perkins
and Santo that night, didn't you?

I kept telling him
I wasn't at the scene of the crime...

...and he acted like he should insist I was.

And I thought...

Well, this is my last chance.

I can't prove where I was...

...and if he walks out on me,
then I won't have anybody.

I didn't know what to do,
which way to turn.

Respond to the question!

All I could think of
was that I couldn't prove my alibi...

...and I was gonna go to the gas chamber,
and I was desperate!

Have you ever been desperate?

Do you know what it's like?

Mrs. Graham!

Your Honor, I move that be stricken!

So ordered.

- Mrs. Graham, you...
- I know. I'm sorry.

I know.

Proceed.

Perhaps one of the reasons
you were so "desperate"...

...as you call it, during this time...

...was that you knew
you were already on probation.

I guess I still am.

- From where?
- San Francisco.

Of what crime were you convicted?

You're hesitating again.

Of what desperate crime
were you convicted?

Perjury.

Barbara Graham.

He's here.

- How's the Dior? Okay?
- Elegant.

Tell him to come up and see me sometime.

Captain's given permission
to visit in the attorney's room.

That's swell of her.

- I've seen him. He's a doll.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- Ask him if he's got a friend.
- I'll do that.

Don't cry, honey.

Here she is.

Give your mother a kiss, like I showed you.

Sweetheart, don't cry.

- Peg, what happened?
- It's the cameras.

Why don't you be decent
and give us a break?

Mommy missed you, sweetheart.

Mommy missed you.

Tell us, Barbara...

...how does it feel seeing your baby...

...knowing that you face the gas chamber?

How the hell do you think it feels?

Damn them!

Get your mitts off!

Back to your cell!

Damn you!

Therefore,
while there are certain practices...

...I don't think police officers
should indulge in...

...in this instance,
I see no grounds for criticism.

Motion for a new trial is denied.

May the record show I appeared
for the motion for a new trial...

...only since Mr. Tibrow has taken ill?

All right, you'll be relieved
of further responsibility in this case.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The defendant, Barbara Graham,
is remanded to the custody...

...of the sheriff of Los Angeles County,
to be delivered by him...

...to the California Institution
for Women at Corona.

It is the judgment
and sentence of this court...

...that the defendant, Barbara Graham,
suffer the extreme penalty...

...to wit, the death penalty...

...and that said penalty be inflicted
within the walls of the state penitentiary...

...at San Quentin, California...

...in the manner and means
prescribed by law...

...to wit, the administration of lethal gas
until said defendant is dead.

Bring her over here for TV, boys.

Step aside.

Now your husband's dried out,
I hear he wants to change his story.

Give it a break, huh, Montgomery?

You didn't counsel her. You dropped her.

Any comments?

From what I read in the papers,
she ain't my type.

Big boy like you.

Maybe you shouldn't believe
everything you read.

- Have you anything to say?
- Just a short statement.

Yeah, Babs, why so quiet today?

I wanna thank the gentlemen of the press.

You've chewed me up in your headlines,
and all the jury had to do was spit me out!

You're all invited to the execution.
That's only fair.

You led the pack, Montgomery.
Bring your wife. She'll enjoy it.

For once,
how about a statement from you?

Are you satisfied now?

It looks like a college.

In fact, the girls at Corona
refer to the grounds as "the campus."

Rah, rah, rah.

I've gotta admit,
this place is a big improvement...

...over some of those
other menageries I've been in.

- Every dress different.
- Because no two girls are alike.

We want our girls to walk tall
with their heads up.

- Hi, Barbara.
- Hi.

She knew me. Guess I'm sort of the...

...what do they call it,
"big man on campus."

This is your room.

Here we go again.

Show me where you keep
the hammerlocks, and I'm all set.

We have to put you in isolation
because of your...

Death sentence?

First time I ever heard it was contagious.

Sorry, Barbara. It has to be this way.

I probably wouldn't have
made the team anyhow.

Never have yet.

Is that Shelly Manne?

- You like him?
- Knocks me out.

They electrocuting somebody?

That means two minutes to lights out.
Got to scoot.

So long.

Good night...

No, I'm sorry. You can't wear that here.

Why not?

It's too...

...provocative.

Provocative?

There's nothing but dames here.
Not a man within miles.

And I've got these for a chastity belt.

Boy, would I love to have
somebody to provoke.

It's very foolish to make trouble
on your first night.

I'd advise you to wear the nightgown
we've provided you.

- Well?
- Okay.

Okay, I'll take it off...

But I won't wear your burlap job.

I'll sleep raw.

Well?

Cover yourself.

She refused to take a lie detector test.

She wrote Tibrow
she wants to take one now.

Now she does as a last-ditch gamble,
but she wouldn't risk it before.

- Could be she had other things to hide.
- Probably quite a lot.

I still say there's something about her.
When you meet her...

Hello, Mr. Matthews.

- How's Mr. Tibrow?
- Better, but still in the hospital.

He asked me to reconsider
taking your appeal.

I want Mr. Palmberg to talk to you.
Then I'll decide.

Hello, Barbara.

Sit over here, please.

Carl is gonna make some tests on you.

He's a psychologist
as well as a criminologist.

That's his problem.

I don't like my mother.
I never knew my father.

Where's your hammer?

Sky, blue. Monday, wash.

- How's that?
- They're responses to the word test.

All right, Al. I'll see you later.

Sure.

What's the book?

Poetry.

"There was a young lad from Japan

"Whose verses they never would scan

"When he was asked why,
he said with a sigh

"'Darn it all, I just can't help trying

"'To get as many words in the last line
as I possibly, possibly can"'

We might get along.

I hope so.

I'd like to start with a Rorschach test.
Know what that is?

Inkblots. They'll tell you
what's on my murky brain.

Right. Go ahead. What do you see?

A rain cloud.

Bobby.

This one looks like a bed.

- What about her, Carl?
- She's totally amoral.

She's a compulsive liar
with no regard for law and order...

...or the conventions of society.

You must have been reading my stuff.
I shouldn't even...

- I think you should take the appeal.
- What?

I think she's innocent.

Why don't Santo and Perkins speak up?

What have they got to lose now?

The only cure they can think of
for the cyanide.

Come again?

They believe that in the end,
her sentence will be commuted.

A young, attractive woman, a mother...

If you don't send the actual killer
to the chamber...

...how can you send those
who stood around?

That's why they decided to keep her
out front and say that she did it.

That's where they'll keep her
right up to the chamber door.

That's just your own opinion.

Just my own opinion.

Unfortunately, I can't print it
under a byline and make it a fact.

There's the reverse.

The state has to gas her,
if they wanna get Santo and Perkins.

I'm convinced she didn't do it.

She has a positive aversion to violence,
physical violence, not emotional.

Forgery, perjury, vice.
These are her crimes.

They're not crimes of violence.

They're the crimes of those
for whom violence is impossible.

- Also, she's left-handed.
- I never noticed that.

No, I didn't see it mentioned
in any of your articles.

Bruce King testified she did it
with the gun in her right hand.

You can't use that in an appeal.

It's evidence that was available
during the trial.

You didn't bring me out here
to tell you how to appeal...

...only whether.

- We shall have to...
- What do you mean "we"?

Even if I take it,
there's no money for an investigation.

Besides, in your present state of health...

Stop interrupting.

We'll have to develop a great deal
of new evidence.

That's my job.

You'll translate it into
your highly incomprehensible legal prose.

But evidence and jargon alone
will not save the lady.

That's where you come in.

The press created the climate
which condemned her.

You'll have to change that.

Whatever gave you the idea
that I'm on your side?

- You're here, aren't you?
- To get a story, that's all.

You could have concocted your usual story
without making the trip...

...so it strikes me you already had it
in mind to change your point of view.

I'm not sure what I had in mind.

I am.

You remind me of the man
who's looking for his hat...

...when it's on his head the whole time.

Maybe,
but at least I haven't lost my head yet.

But today, Peg, things are looking up.
Mr. Matthews has taken my appeal.

There's a man with him, a Carl Palmberg.

I can't describe the effect
he has on a person.

But there, that's it. I'm a person again...

... not a condemned person.

You can imagine how upset I am, Al,
after our efforts for the last six months...

... they positively refuse
to give me a lie detector test.

Surely, by now,
there's some word on my appeal.

The suspense is killing me.

I guess you're beginning to realize
what an impossible client I am...

... especially for a nonpaying one.

Could be my upbringing.

And another thing, Carl,
thank Montgomery for his latest article.

You were right.
The interviews are beginning to pay off.

I don't know what's making him
change toward me...

... but he sure seems to have.

Most important of all, though, please...

... please, you must bring me
definite news about my appeal...

... or I'll go insane.

Please, you must sit still.

You ain't got rhythm. That's your trouble.

My trouble is 15 other appointments today.

These inlays take time.

Pretty funny, putting in gold inlays
when they've already got...

...some of those cyanide eggs
marked with my initials.

Such talk.

I'd like to talk to Mrs. Graham.

It's all right.

Don't just stand there. Give.

Your appeal has been denied.

Did they set a date?

December 3, but Al immediately
put in for a stay of execution.

No! I don't want any stay!

If you can't get my sentence commuted,
then don't get me a stay!

At least I know it'll be over on December 3!

You heard me! I can't stand it anymore!

I can't!

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna get your teeth fixed.

Bad dreams again?

Go away, and leave me alone.

There's your mommy.

Sweetie!

Baby! Mommy's so happy to see you.

How is she?

With four days left, how would you be?

You're such a big boy now.

And you must weigh at least 25 pounds,
I bet you.

You remember how we used to play
Wibbleton to Wobbleton?

This is a game we used to play every night.

And here we go.

"From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles

"From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is 15 miles"

Do you like that?

See, Peg? He remembers.

Okay, sport, here we go again.

"From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles

"From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is 15 miles

"From Wobbleton to Wibbleton

"From Wibbleton to Wobbleton

"From..."

Come along, sonny.
Let's get some ice cream.

Don't, honey. You mustn't.

Peg, anything but losing him.

Maybe I could stand it
if it weren't for losing him.

You won't.

Sometimes I think everything inside me
is gonna bust wide open...

...and I feel like somebody's pulling
out my guts with their bare hands.

Honey.

I never should have had him, Peg.

Even if I do miss the gas chamber...

...I'll rot in prison.

I'll only cause him to suffer
by staying alive.

I'm glad I'm gonna die.

Barbara, listen to me.

You've been granted a stay of execution
by the United States Supreme Court.

Oh, God.

"If I'd known you were
in the hospital, Carl...

"...I wouldn't have sent
that last silly letter.

"Guess I shouldn't have anyhow,
but waiting these past two months...

"...for the Supreme Court
to review my petition has been a strain.

"I've been lying here thinking
about what you said on your last visit.

"I do want to live, Carl.

"Life does seem very dear to me.

"I want to live,
and you're my greatest hope."

I can't believe it.

Carl dead.

We were counting heavily
on his investigation.

He didn't leave any notes on his new stuff.
It all went with him.

- Everything went with him.
- Don't say that.

You've got a lot going for you.
Al Matthews, those committees...

...and me.

That isn't what you came to tell me,
Mr. Montgomery.

The Supreme Court
has denied your petition.

What's the new date?

June.

June 3.

Yesterday, I found two gray hairs.

Not bad, only two.

You've still got a couple
of legal shots to fire.

Al is in court right now working on them.

Tomorrow I'll make a pitch
to the governor's clemency secretary.

The paper is coming out with an editorial
in favor of commuting your sentence.

Why not?

Win or lose, I sell a lot of papers.

Barbara, I...

What I wrote about you during your trial...

- The way I feel now...
- No!

This is a hell of a sendoff you're giving me.

Everything but confetti.

Here in the Southland...

... today marks the beginning of the end
for Barbara Graham.

Our newsreel cameraman
catches her leaving Corona...

... on what may be her last trip anywhere.

As I watch Barbara enter the car that'll
take her to the death cell at San Quentin...

... I think how little she looks like
a condemned murderess...

... who will lead off California's
first triple execution.

More like the pretty girl who,
a long time ago...

... took the wrong fork in the road of life.

These thoughts discourage me from
crowding her with the other reporters...

... with the usual barrage of questions.

- Do you still think you have a chance?
- What'll you wear tomorrow?

But even now, hope eternal rides with her.

At any time before her appointment in the
gas chamber at 10:00 a.m. Tomorrow...

... the courts, or the governor himself,
may yet decide to halt the execution.

Here she comes!

Barbara, look this way!

We're with you, hon!

- Want to see her with me?
- Five minutes with Perkins is what I want.

- Five lousy minutes, warden.
- He's refused you.

Since when are you so sensitive
to his whims?

It's his last night, too.

It doesn't have to be Barbara's.
That louse could clear her!

Will you stop giving me a hard time?

Any execution is tough on the prison
as it is, but a woman in the death house...

- At least tell Perkins I'll be standing by?
- Yes.

- All night, if necessary?
- Yes!

You can wait here,
but please lay off the pressure.

Hello, Barbara. My name's Barbara, too.

I'm Mrs. Graham to you.

Whatever you like, Mrs. Graham.
This is Miss...

Let's skip the introductions.
This isn't a garden party.

I would get someone like you, fat stuff.

That's the wrong attitude.

Sign her over on the DW, please.

I wish you luck, Barbara.
We all do at Corona.

This is your cell.

You take the first watch.
I'll get the coffee started.

And turn off that schmaltz.

Might as well
get into something comfortable.

I'm sure you'll be
more comfortable in these.

What's eating you?

You'll have to undress,
so I can give you a complete shakedown.

You won't find anything
hidden on my body.

If I was gonna kill myself,
I'd have done it a year ago.

I'm sorry, but we have orders to follow.

No!

Get this straight, Miss Bedpan.
Nobody's gonna go pawing over me!

I'm through with all that.
Get out! Just leave me alone!

- Don't get fresh with us, or we�ll...
- You'll what?

What can anyone threaten me with now?

All right to come in? It's the warden.

Yes, sir.

- Do you have a cigarette for me?
- That's a switch.

Thank you.

We'd like you to be
as comfortable as possible.

Do you have any special requests?

I just wanna see my lawyer
the minute he gets here.

That's all that counts right now.

We've already arranged for that.

Thanks.

You haven't heard anything?

No.

One more thing.

- The gas chamber...
- There's no use dwelling on that.

Just hope for the best.

It's right around here someplace, isn't it?

You can order anything you like for dinner.

I don't feel like eating.

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll retire.

Yes, of course.

- Warden?
- Yes?

Don't forget to call me at 10:00.

- Warden?
- Yes?

She refuses to let me examine her.
Must I?

All right. Forget it.

Very sharp.

I mustn't disappoint my public.

I can just imagine
what those papers are gonna say:

"Bloody Babs spent her last night...

"...decked out in lounging pajamas
of her favorite color:

"Flaming scarlet."

That's what they always call red
when I wear it.

Or any other color, I'll bet.

Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Graham?

Barbara, my name is Barbara, too.

Come on.

They sent some dinner
over for you anyway.

Take it out of my sight.

You should keep up your strength.

It doesn't come from the belly.

I thought we agreed
not to count the hours.

Sorry.

- Where's that lawyer?
- He'll be here.

He'd better.
He's liable to lose an important client.

It's Father Devers.

- Hello, Barbara.
- Hello, Father.

I'm glad to see you.

My, my.

I suppose those are what is known
as the hepcat's pajamas.

- Yes! You dig 'em?
- The most.

I don't know why I should feel so upset.

- I'm not afraid to die.
- Of course not.

I think it would be rather nice
to come face to face with the one person...

...in all the world who knows I'm innocent.

None of us are wholly innocent
or guilty in the eyes of God.

I meant Mrs. Monahan.

I brought you this.

Thank you, Father.

What a lovely going-away present.

Saint Jude.

Saint of the impossible.

I'd like to go to confession, Father.

All right, Barbara.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

- Gerry Mulligan.
- Could be.

I know all of his sides by heart.

Flaming scarlet.

- They'll announce it, and you'll see.
- Want me to relieve you?

A KLIG special news bulletin.
Four couples have made overtures...

... to adopt the 3-year-old son
of Barbara Graham...

... who, barring an 11th-hour reprieve
from the courts...

Shut that thing off!

... will die in the gas chamber
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

What right have they got to take my boy?

- I'm sure they only meant...
- I don't care what they meant!

What time is it?

Never mind. Just tell me what day is it?
Thursday or Friday?

It's Friday.

Mr. Matthews here to see Mrs. Graham.

Now, you listen to me!
Nobody's gonna adopt my kid.

- Where did you hear that?
- On that radio!

Don't pay any attention to it.
That always happens.

Not to me!

It's all been arranged as you wanted.
Bobby stays on with his grandmother.

- You swear?
- I swear.

Things look good.
I filed that writ in federal court.

Got the clerk to open the office for me.
That's where I've been.

The judge is studying the petition now.

He won't give out anything tonight.
I'll argue first thing in the morning.

That's exactly what I wanted.
Keep as much pressure on him as possible.

Just this once, I wish it wasn't ladies first.

Montgomery's sticking around trying to get
a statement from Perk that'll clear you.

An exclusive statement, I presume.

He's wasting his time.

There's a good chance
of getting the order switched around.

If Perk and Santo have to go first,
they might just break down.

Wanna bet?

I still have a couple of rabbits to pull
out of the hat, so keep your chin up.

The governor turned down
your plea for clemency.

If he'll see me,
I'll charter a plane to Sacramento.

No.

Anything in the courts, okay,
but don't beg for my life.

Don't beg for my life!

Deliver this for me.

- You'll have to clear that letter.
- He knows!

What are you trying to do?
Teach my lawyer the law?

Keep it there.

See you around, mouthpiece.

Here, sit on this.
That floor must be getting hard.

Sure you don't need it?

Thanks.

You don't have to stay up all night
yakking with me.

- Tell fat stuff to relieve you if you want.
- No, it's all right.

Music all night continues
after the late news.

Off he goes.

The head basketball coach
of Hampton High...

... surrendered to police today
on a morals charge.

There, leave that.

There's lots of long-hair music I like.

Me, too.

Sometimes I find it very relaxing.

You got any kids?

Two boys, 3 and 6.

What kind of a guy is your husband?

Right now, I'm serving him
with divorce papers for desertion.

I don't believe in divorce.

I'm separated.

Divorced or separated.

The way men are these days.
It's about the only way to live with them.

No.

No, my Henry was a wonderful husband.

He brought home flowers or candy
almost every night...

...and he was always giving me money
to buy things with.

And talk about doting fathers.

No sacrifice was too great for our boy.

No, I've got to admit...

I had an ideal marriage.

Then, what happened?

Sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy.

That's okay.

I left my husband
because I was holding him back.

He was up for a vice-presidency
in the bank where he worked...

...and I was afraid he wouldn't
get the promotion because of me.

For an important job like that...

...they consider the wife as carefully
as they do the husband.

I guess they would.

- Don't you think you should rest?
- I don't wanna rest.

It was a very big bank.

You'd know the name if I told you.

Come in.

Good morning, Mrs. Graham.

Good morning.

Hot fudge sundaes for breakfast.
What won't I think of next?

They're scrumptious.

Let me tell you about a champagne
breakfast we had once in Vegas.

It was in the back room the whole time?

It never rang once.

Maybe it will.

Gas chamber. Phone check.
Ring back in 10 seconds.

Is the warden's direct line
to the governor open?

Check. Remind the others to stop
all outgoing calls at 9:00.

I know they know, but tell them again.

Now give me Western Union.

Western Union. This is San Quentin.
Give me a time check.

Thank you.

We're three seconds slow. Record it.

I wish we could give her the benefit.

They're awake, but they still won't see you.

Did they say anything?

Santo said he'd managed to stay alive
so far by keeping his mouth shut.

- Those two are the slimiest, no-good apes...
- Agreed.

What was she doing shacked up with them
in the first place?

Air lock test okay.

What time is it?

It's 9:15.

You've gotten a stay from the governor.

Does this mean that I...

...might get to live?

It's a delay to give your lawyer time
to argue in court this morning.

- We wouldn't want you to think...
- That I'm not going to be executed.

I like that word
much better than "gassed," don't you?

It's all up to the courts.

Why, thank you, gentlemen.

The Saint of the impossible.

He's certainly got a pip
to work on this time.

- More coffee, anyone?
- Yeah, thanks.

Yes, sir. I understand.

We'll make it 10:45.

I'm sorry.

Your writ has been denied.
The stay is vacated.

Do I have time to dress?

15 minutes.

15 minutes.

Can I help?

No, I can do it.

- Is my seam straight?
- Yes.

- Do I look okay?
- Very nice.

Those earrings are just the touch.

A pair of fake earrings.

That's all I wound up with.

You've been swell, Barbara.
Here, give this to your kids.

But that belongs to your boy.

I suppose he's forgotten
all about it by now.

You know how kids are.

- What are you doing?
- Floor's cold.

- What?
- You'll have to take your shoes off.

That's out. I look better with them on.

- What's that thing?
- You have to put it on.

- What's it for?
- Nothing to be afraid of.

It's just part of a stethoscope.

You're lying.
No stethoscope looks like that.

It attaches to a tube that leads to the rest
of the stethoscope outside the chamber.

All right, nurse.

Do I have to go out there like this?

Do I, Father?

It's time.

Her shoes.

All right, let it go.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Until further word from you.

Father, why do they torture me?

Gentlemen.

An amended writ has been filed
in the state supreme court.

You are to go back to the waiting room
until you hear from me.

Gentlemen, I have told you all I know.

Anytime.

We'll make it 11:30.

Barbara, I'm very sorry.

Good-bye, and God bless you.

I want a mask.

A mask?

I don't want to look at people.
I don't wanna see them staring at me.

I have one. My sleep mask.

Father, I didn't do it.

Step up.

When you hear the pellets drop, count 10,
take a deep breath. It's easier that way.

How do you know?

Okay.

It's over.

"Dear Mr. Montgomery,
there isn't much I can say with words.

"They always fail me when most needed.

"But please know that with all my heart,
I appreciate everything you've done for me.

"Sincerely, Barbara."

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