All language subtitles for The Sun Sets at Dawn 1950

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That girl's whole life

is wrapped up in the boy.

And that's all he is, a

boy. A child, you might say.

He's all of the girls we're living for.

It'll be just as if we

execute both of them.

I'm sorry I don't mean to be

meddlesome or presumptuous.

Yes, sir, I know we're

all bound by the law.

It's just that, ever since the boy's been

in prison and the

girl's been working in town,

I've spent a lot of

time with both of them.

My wife and I feel almost as

if they were our own children.

Yes, sir.

I do understand my duty is

warden. Sorry, Governor. Goodbye.

He wouldn't do anything?

He says he's already issued two

reprieves, and no new

evidence has been produced.

What did he tell the girl last night?

He refused to see her.

You mean, he let that child travel all

the way to the Capitol,

and then wouldn't see her?

There was nothing he could do for her. He

said he honestly

thinks the boy is guilty.

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Let me bring her in.

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Let me get you some

breakfast. You'll feel better.

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If you'll just sit at the table, maybe I

can get her to eat something.

At least some hot

coffee. The child is sick.

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Can't we go now? Can't I see him just

once more only for a minute?

Would you let me wait in your office? You

promised I could, just so we'll know I'm

in there close to him. You promised.

Yes, I promised.

You better let me come along.

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The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie

down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of

righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of

the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,

for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the

presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the

house of the Lord forever.

Will you say this one with me?

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to

thy loving kindness.

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to

thy loving kindness.

According unto the multitude of thy

tender mercies, blot

out my transgressions.

According unto the multitude of thy

tender mercies, blot

out my transgressions.

Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity.

Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity.

And cleanse me from my sin, for I

acknowledge my transgressions.

But I don't, Pottery. I don't acknowledge it.

I'm not guilty of any sin. Would you rather just talk with me?

Yes, Pottery.

All right.

What are you thinking about?

Does anybody ever get

what he really wants?

Sometimes.

I never did.

All my life I've been through, I've been through. All my life I've wanted to be

somebody, somebody important.

And all my life I've been nobody.

But it isn't for us to judge who's

somebody and who's nobody, is it?

I'm six feet tall,

I'm strong, I'm healthy.

But I couldn't even make a

team in high school, any team.

Why is that?

Lots of us have to sit in the grandstand.

But why? Why?

We can't all be star players.

No.

We can't all sit in

the grandstand either.

Some of us always have

to sit in the bleachers.

We could never figure it out.

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Will you tell him I'm here?

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It was the same old story

when I listed in the Army.

I thought that was my chance.

I'd be a hero with bands and medals and

newspaper stories all about me.

How I charged up the hill, how I captured

a hundred prisoners all by myself.

She'd be proud of me, she was.

She...

She had a lot to be proud of.

Two years in the Army.

Pounding a typewriter in Tennessee.

I never even got to be a corporate.

No.

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And when I...

When I got this newspaper

job on the Globe Express.

The cup reporter they called me.

They chased me all over town to get items

about ladies clubs and...

Strawberry festivals.

Whose sister was visiting whose aunt.

But every reporter begins that way.

Sure.

But I could tell us the way I'd end to.

That's why when I ran into Tim Harris mob

and saw a chance to break it and be a big

shot reporter and then I...

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I guess...

They're testing the chair.

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Good morning sir.

Good morning Jim.

How are you coming along?

They've been having some

trouble with the chair.

They were testing.

Did the lights go down in here?

Yes.

I shouldn't do that.

But they seem to have a

ground on the circuit.

Jim.

Will you get word to

the boy that she's here?

In there with my wife.

Yes sir. I'll tell him.

Tell him I kept my promise.

Yes sir.

Have you sent the bus

after the newspaper man?

Not yet sir.

This is one of those days

nothing seems to work right?

The bus will be a little late.

You better phone pops

place and let them know.

Yes sir.

Get me pops place.

Pops speaking?

Hello Jim.

Yeah. I'll tell him.

How's the girl?

She looked mad poorly

getting off the bus.

Yeah. I guess we all do.

Bye.

Got a message for your

newspaper for a minute.

The prison bus will be a

little late picking you up.

Thank you pops.

Okay.

I just got word from pops

the prison bus will be late.

Man it feels like we've been

waiting here a hundred years.

Who?

Don't you know pops?

He's a character that runs this place.

I thought you'd been down here.

Well it's on the state highway about a

mile south of the prison.

Got a bit of everything.

Bus station, gas pumps, short out of restaurants.

Post office.

Yeah pops is a postmaster to we handled

the prison mail and the town.

And then in the back he's got rooms but

mostly for truckers

coming down from the north.

That's right. They all come right by here

and it makes a convenient

break after driving all night.

They usually stop for

breakfast in a few hours sleep.

Yeah. I did. I made a few notes here.

Now.

Can't read my own writing. Oh yes.

You can work this line

into the lead paragraph.

Always on the grim

grey dawn of an execution.

It seems as if instead

of rising the sun sets.

Sure that's good writing.

Okay.

Okay so send me the Pulitzer Prize.

Yeah they're all here all the same dumb

faces I've been meeting for years.

Except the Herald they sent

some kid down to cover it.

I never saw him before.

He's not dry behind the ears

yet and he's scared to death.

Who's zombie? Oh sure he's

sitting right here beside me now.

Uh huh. Looks like a

little red hen setting a nest.

Getting all ready to hatch one of his

heartbreaking sob stories.

Can you imagine a fat pixie gremlin like

that writing a sob column under a phony

name like Barbara Love?

Heartbeats by Barbara Love.

How do you do?

How do you do?

You get two of the gents from the

competing wire services.

I locked in mortal combat trying to scoop

each other at gin rummings.

Oh sure. Old Repulsive is here too.

Keep it sing the card game

and breathing down their necks.

What an obnoxious character that is.

The gentleman from the Globe Express is

as usual getting into everybody's hair.

Why am I so happy about this and I'm not

happy brother I'm sick covering

executions is what makes

me hate this rotten racket.

Just talking fast now to

keep my teeth from chattering.

This jittery is a new kid

from the Herald. We all are.

I'll call him back.

Well you're half way. Why don't you go

down? You should neither

of them. Put your hand down.

See? He's stuck with fifteen.

If I had a long

sawtooth rusty bolo knife.

Play with him and I've got enough.

So have I.

Why am I? Bad nerves.

Yes sir I can see that you two characters

have passed your prime.

First sign of a reporter's crack up is

bad nerves and a routine assignment.

Can't take the pressure.

But hasn't the Globe

told you anything more?

Can't you think of something?

Something with human

interest about the boy.

Some angle like he was

brought up in an orphan asylum.

Or he killed him how I because how I try

to attack his girl I told you it wasn't

anything like that besides I don't know

him too well it's a girl I know and she

don't talk much she just

works here for me serving table.

Well what time does she come on she ain't

working today what's wrong son scared yes

that's your first yes.

Do you ever get used to them.

Why did your papers and you are you're

pretty young it's my father's idea he

said an assignment like this would make

me grow up fast father he's editor on the

Herald Oh him but he didn't tell me

important this was I thought it was just

another gang killing what.

Then why are you here and those others

the three wire services feature syndicate

two state papers and all those direct

telephone lines to the editors set up for

just this one story what makes it that

important it's the dawn of a new

enlightened in this state the abolishment

of the gallows the first electrocution

why it's history son and a

field day for us reporters.

I kept thinking maybe this kid this

murderer was somebody special no nobody

special he splits the top billing with

the new electric chair only the chair

will stay and he'll make the headlines

for one edition right by tomorrow you'll

be pushed off the front page back through

the paper into the

obituary column and from there.

Nobody knows who gets his story next.

When a person.

When a person.

Dies.

He gets a chance to meet his God.

Is that true yes that's true.

And if he tells God he's innocent God

will believe him if it's the truth.

If it's the truth. Would you believe.

Now.

I believe the truth.

Do you want to tell me.

Yes.

It would be kind of.

Rehearsal take it easy son I can't even get my story started all right put this down you do shorthand those are you know you're going to be a little bit of a.

Start with the regular league.

First paragraph.

The sovereign state of the state for the

capitalist exacted the extreme payment

today for the murder of Tim Harrah well

known political figure.

At five thirty five a.m. exactly eighteen

minutes after sunrise you'll have to check the clock when they pull the switch it may vary a couple of minutes one way or the other.

The condemned just say murder and put in

his name always get the name in the

service you can walk the last mile to the

recently constructed execution chamber

and became the first to pay the penalty

in the state's new electric chair.

And taking his innocence to the very last

as he had done throughout the trial.

Always good.

Sure didn't keep saying it all through the trial. That's right to get saying it all through

both trials I'm innocent.

I didn't kill Tim Harrah I'm going to

show you just how the

murder was committed.

We go again boys.

This is Tim Harrah's room.

Harrah is sitting in this chair.

You sit here you're here.

And you stand here.

No head over further. That's right. Now it is the murder the door is right

here directly behind.

Murder weapon.

Murder weapon.

We need two cops Frank

you and I'll be the cops.

No never mind I'll be both of them.

Now I am cruising along.

I hear shots.

Six of them.

Five so fast they sound like one.

I stopped my car.

And one of my father's

dead with six pluggies.

The murderer is standing right here.

Now I head over further.

I try to standing right there with a hot gun in his head.

All six chambers fired.

Not another soul in the

room and the door closed.

And the laboratory proves that the

bullets from this gun killed Tim Harrah.

I had opened and shut cased.

But the boy never admits it.

Imagine that.

He cooks up a cock and bull story right

out of Grimm's fairy tales.

I heard six shots behind me.

I saw Tim Harrah slump.

I turned fast to see

who had fired those shots.

But I never did see.

Someone hit me.

I was right here.

In the stomach.

Punch must have knocked me out.

When I came to it couldn't

have been more than a minute.

The police came in.

I had this hot gun in my hand.

It wasn't mine.

I never had one.

But I was holding the

gun that killed Tim Harrah.

How do you like that Vergivant?

The man was shot by a

ghost but nobody saw him.

Not even the boy and he

wasn't three feet from the door.

Right back up.

Nobody but a half foot

would have dreamed that one up.

He could have played in

shout defense or insanity.

But not this cookie.

He stuck to the ghost story and nobody

could make him change his own lawyer.

Didn't believe him.

Nobody believed him.

Nobody.

But he didn't do it.

How could he?

He didn't do anything in his whole life.

Of course there was that

girl that he was going to marry.

She's stuck to him right here.

Ah, puppy lovey don't even make a story.

She hasn't got any

more brains than he has.

Boy don't I work on my business.

He must have been.

The thing that fooled me was how he got

tied in with Tim Harrah.

And this kid was strictly

a busher, a cover reporter.

Used to do ladies club

assignments, charity picnics.

Harrah took a liking to me when I came to

interview him once about

some charity he was running.

He kept asking me to

come back to see him.

Pretty soon I was

running errands for him.

But he didn't want me to quit the paper.

He said a reporter

could move about any place.

And no one would get suspicious.

Yeah that's one thing

I can never figure out.

What Harrah saw in the boy.

Me neither. The biggest politician in the

state. The biggest connection.

The biggest crook and the biggest mob.

That hijack and lobby has alone must have

netted him a couple of million a year.

There was a truck cargo on the road that

he didn't get tipped off about.

They hijack everything

truckload after truckload.

Nylons, woolen, soaks,

liquor furs everything.

And his mob never got caught. Not once.

The cops never even made an arrest.

How come you never cracked a hot shot?

You're a local paper. It

was right under your nose.

We never even suspected Harrah. He was

too slick and he had perfect protection.

It must have been plenty high up.

What I wanted to find out was who was

giving Harrah his protection.

If I could find that out, I could break

the story in my paper and smash up the

Harrah mob all by myself.

And I'd be somebody. Somebody important.

A star player like you said.

Not just sitting in the

bleachers all my life.

Imagine the nerve of that peanut saying

he was going to smash the

Harrah mob all by himself.

He might have been on the level. How can

you tell what goes on

inside a kid like that?

If he'd been on the level, he'd have told

me or the boss I could have shown him how

to crack that story.

Maybe he didn't trust you. That alone

would probe he had brains.

That story is right out of Horatio Alger,

from Cub to Star

reporter, in one easy jump.

He must have wanted a byline. He'll get

it tonight in the Obits column.

Well, I... I guess that's all.

Do you believe me?

Yes, I believe you.

Well, neighbors, the milk train is

pulling into the roundhouse.

We'll be on the air again as usual at

midnight tonight to bring you your

favorite recordings.

This is your old milk train conductor

saying, "At the sunrise, this is station

KBAC signing off until our regular

broadcast time at 8 o'clock."

Come in again, won't you?

Well, son, you've got the whole story.

News, color, evidence, and the personal

opinions of all the

experts on other people's lives.

You think you can write it?

I don't know. But thanks, I'll try.

I guess I'm a little confused.

Who isn't?

They were all against that boy. But

somehow I got the feeling that you

believed this story. Did you?

Son, I've been at this business ever

since I was younger than you are, and

I've learned only one thing from it.

When people sit in judgment on other

people, they're butting into his

business. I don't judge, I just report.

Frank, it's getting awfully late. What

are you supposed to keep in that bus?

I'll go back and see if

props are certain anymore.

Pop, have you heard

any more about the bus?

No.

But they'll be along presently. They

won't put the show on

without you, Father.

Hey, Frank, come here a minute, will you?

Remember any of these? They're all pretty

ancient. Mike Andrews,

Pinky Woskowski, Steve Mulbuch.

I'm not sure. Pinky Woskowski, Steve

Mulbuch, Parrot Ferruco?

Yep, they brought them all

back alive, except the parrot.

Parrot Ferruco. How

long has he been dead?

About three years, I guess. They fished

him out of the river in the cement block.

Yeah, I remember. You

know something, Frank?

What?

If he were alive, they'd

pin Tim Allen's murder on him.

Wait a minute. It had

his trademark, didn't it?

Six shots. From a 38-level of a fire so

fast, they sounded like one.

The parrot was the only man that could

shoot like that. Save.

It might be an angle.

Yeah. You followed up.

I can't talk to the dead.

Too bad. I've often

wondered what they'd say.

Hey, Pops.

Did you ever meet any

of these wanted fellas?

Not as you know of.

Your collection's out of date, isn't it?

I guess so. I've been

meaning to clean it up.

I'll never get around to it.

Always somebody keeps me

from getting my work done.

Well, there's nothing like

pictures of old men, is there?

You know, I've been looking at them faces

so long, they do seem like old friends.

Take that Parrot Ferruco fellow, for

instance. The one with the

poly nose and the flap ears.

Sometimes I imagine he's speaking to me.

I say. Now you're really cooking.

Cooking?

Sure. You've just given

me my first story idea.

The postmaster, who's been looking at the

wanted poster so long,

it finally talks to him.

That's good. Good human interest. That'll

make me a swell Sunday feature.

Fine. Fine. Now maybe you quit bothering

me with questions. I'm a

half-hour behind with my mail.

Hey, Pop. Who's that?

Oh, that's his. A trusty on the hill.

Picks up the mail for him.

He's been coming here

every morning for years.

Any story on him?

I couldn't say. I don't keep asking

questions like some.

How long's he in for?

At his age. Life.

Why?

Something to do with that same Parrot

Ferruco fellow we've been talking about.

He noticed that poster of the Parrot

about three years ago

when I first tacked it up.

He got some mad. I

thought he'd throw a fit.

What'd he say?

He said he was doing this stretch because

the Parrot framed him.

A long while ago when the Parrot was one

of the biggest mobsters in this section.

And him?

Never mentioned it again.

Well, don't you know the details?

Why don't you ask him?

You've got an act for questions.

Oh, well.

[footsteps]

You mail ain't ready to go out yet.

I don't know where my

head is this morning.

Throw yourself a mug of

coffee. I'll call you when I'm ready.

[footsteps]

[door closes]

[footsteps]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps]

- Morning, Bob. - Morning.

- She ain't here today.

- Yeah. Yeah, we know.

You men don't go on duty

till 6 o'clock, do you?

That's right.

6 o'clock.

It'll be over by then.

What? Will it be same as usual?

Yeah, same, Bob.

You know, it's funny I should run into

you this way, because I came all the way

out here, especially just to look you up.

Breakfast 11, go out same as usual.

The feature editor

kept telling me about you.

He said I should be sure to find you.

Said you were one of the most colorful

men he's ever talked to.

Maybe you remember him. Jim Reynolds?

Cigar?

Reynolds wants me to do a piece on one of

the toughest characters

this country ever saw.

He said you're the only man that ever had

the courage to stand up to him, and that

you could give me plenty of dope.

I'm, uh... I'm talking

about... Parrot Fouricault.

Never heard of him.

(door closes)

(footsteps)

- This is the kind of stuff you want to

get into your story.

- What?

- This truck and those men guarding it.

Pulling up here just

before the execution.

- Truck?

How does that fit in?

- Crow freight lines.

Tim Harris mob hijacked

dozens of their trucks.

- You guys do your sleeping fast.

I want that load

delivered before tonight.

- Okay Blackie, just a couple of hours.

- You know we was

really running out of time.

Go get your shut eye.

- Yeah.

- Be right with you fellas.

Your eggs will be ready in a few minutes.

Be right with you Blackie.

- Just bring me coffee.

- Black.

- Oh, all right.

(door closes)

- What time do you

want me to wake you up?

- Not later than eight.

The boss wants to get moving.

- Yeah, he's kind of jumpy today.

- Oh, he seems like this

thing's took all of everybody.

- He's showing cause, huh?

(car engine starts)

(car engine starts)

(car engine revs)

(car engine revs)

- How come you're waiting on table?

Where's the girl?

- You couldn't expect

her to be working today.

- Why?

- Why?

- The boy's going to the chair.

You know about that.

- I read the papers.

- Poor child.

I don't know how she's

gonna keep living with him gone.

- Why, what's he to her?

- They've grown up together.

Since it was kids, I

was gonna get married.

Didn't she tell you?

- She never talked about herself.

- No, she ain't that kind.

She come to work here.

The same time they sent

him to the death heart.

- You remember.

- Do I?

- She wanted to be close

so she could see him every visiting day.

- She had me fooled.

I didn't know she had trouble like that.

She's a good kid.

It's too bad.

(car engine starts)

- Cops, we hit.

- No, I ain't ready.

I only got two hands.

It'll be a half hour yet.

Yeah, he's waiting.

- Everybody's jumpy today.

Don't know why you

haven't come back with a man.

- Should've told him I resigned.

I got a job I'm gonna like better.

- Great.

Of course, if I were in your zone.

- How's our spot any

different from yours?

- If you have to wait

long for this bus coming in,

you won't even make your last additions.

- Well, you won't get to a phone any

faster than we will.

- I don't have to worry.

- I suppose you find

your stories by television.

- No, I use the phone.

But I filed this one last night

while you were all sleeping.

- Genius.

- This is one time we'll beat the radio.

The boss hates newscasters.

- And you get your

stories from a crystal ball.

- No, these things are all alike.

And if you know your business,

you can find them in your sleep, I can.

At 535, the executioner pulls the switch.

536 will be on the streets.

And you guys will be waiting for the bus.

- How much longer you gonna be?

We ain't got all day.

- Take it easy.

All you've got to do is throw a switch.

I've got to make it work.

- Well, you better make it work.

By 535, you've been

messing around with that--

- Take it easy, I said.

It'll be ready on time.

- Oh, you're getting along.

- All right, now.

I had to check through

the whole feeder circuit.

But I'm sure we've got the

voltage up to where we need it.

- How much longer will you be?

- Oh, about five minutes.

Just a couple of connections in the test.

- There's no chance

of a slip up, is there?

- Not anymore.

- Just so as you understand, both of you,

this is no time for gruesome mistakes.

I'll hold you personally responsible.

- Look, Deputy, I've

never had any failures so far,

I don't intend to start now.

It'll be ready on time.

- All right, then you check with me

in my office in 10 minutes.

- Check.

- The men from the

loose papers are here, sir.

- Have them wait.

I'll come for them when we're ready.

- Yes, sir.

- You'll tell her all that, won't you?

- Everything.

- And tell her not to

think about anything else.

Because that's what

I'll be thinking about.

- I will.

- And tell her.

I've always loved her.

And I always--

Always isn't very long now, is it?

And I always will.

- I just wanted to see how you were.

- He's fine, Jim, fine.

I wish all men could be as sure as he is.

Is she here?

- Good grief, I forgot to tell you.

- Yeah, she's in the

warden's office with his wife.

- Will you wait here

for a few minutes, Jim?

I've got to talk to her.

- Sure, but there's only a minute.

- I know, I'll be back.

- You won't forget

anything I told you, Padre.

- Not one word.

(somber music)

- I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I should have come in

with a warden told me.

- That's all right.

I knew she'd be here.

She said she wouldn't.

(knocking on door)

- I have a message for you.

(somber music)

He told me to tell you not

to cry and not to grieve.

If you do that, you'll

only make him very unhappy.

You wouldn't want to do that, would you?

He doesn't want you

to think about anything

that's happening now or

anything that's going to happen.

Will you try?

(somber music)

He wants you to think

only of all the beautiful,

wonderful times you

used to spend together.

Because that's what he's thinking about.

And if you want to be

together with him now,

that's what you must keep thinking about.

Do you remember that

picnic at Shuster's Grove

where you and he won the dancing cup?

Although we hardly know how to dance.

You did all the leading and he just kept

stepping on your feet.

- He wasn't that bad.

- Remember how you fooled the judges?

- Every time I saw them looking at us,

I'd swing them around real fast.

- That's right.

Remember what the contest judges said?

- Without a bit of step,

they thought we were spinning on purpose.

- And you won the cup.

- Yes.

And then he said we ought to celebrate.

And he went to the soda fountain

and had them fill the

cup full of raspberries.

- But what happened to

that raspberry, Sonti?

- Sonti.

I think he--

- He spilled it all over your new dress.

- Yes.

We were so worried because we were afraid

the stains wouldn't come out.

But I had the dress tied

the same color as the syrup.

And it turned out beautiful.

Pretty as it knew.

- Why sure. Because that's the dress you wore

when you won the beauty contest.

- At the high school prom.

- He was very proud of you.

- I was proud of him too.

He saved up for my first gosh.

Real orchid.

- Enter the prom.

Remember.

- A whole bunch of us

kids went to Dreamland Park.

- Does it remind you of anything?

- Oh sure.

I've got mine too.

I wouldn't give it away for anything.

See?

We still laugh when we look at it

because right after it was taken,

the wooden horse fell upon,

and the mover landed on the floor.

- And then you sneaked

away from the other kid.

Ferris wheel?

- They're up there.

Alone.

Right up on top.

- And the wheel got stuck.

They didn't get it fixed for hours.

- They kept playing

that Oizi-Ocholle happy.

They thought we'd get

scared up there all along.

If they stopped the music.

- You remember that music?

- I'll never forget it.

We were right up.

Almost in the sky.

We thought if we could just reach out,

we could touch the stars.

- And that's when you promised each other

that you'd always be together.

Oh, and after that you kept going back.

Just arrived at Ferris wheel.

- We kept hoping it

would get stuck again.

(soft music)

- You'll keep your

promise to him, won't you?

And you won't let

anything come into your mind

except just what

we've been talking about.

- I promise.

- You'll be very happy.

Now I have another

message that he wants you

to keep remembering and remembering.

And saying and saying

because that's what he's saying.

I've always loved you.

And I always will.

- I've always loved you.

And I've always loved you.

I've always loved you.

And I always will.

(soft music)

- Always loved you.

- You promised.

You promised him.

(soft music)

- I've always loved you.

And I've always loved you.

- Are you ready?

How is she?

Just as you want her

to be, she's wonderful.

Everything.

(door opens)

- Well, we're ready.

You're sure?

- Positive.

Everything checked perfect.

The meter shows 1,800 volts.

- All right, we'll go ahead and stand by.

Notify everybody on that list I gave you

that we'll go ahead on schedule.

Yes, 535.

I'll bring the newspapermen in now.

(footsteps)

- I will lift up my knives unto the hills

from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord,

which made heaven and earth.

When I consider thy

heavens, the work of thy fingers,

the moon and the stars

which thou hast ordained,

the Lord shall preserve me from all evil.

He shall preserve my soul.

The Lord preserveth my going out

and my coming in from this time forth.

And you forever will.

Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.

Remember, O Lord, thy tender

mercies and thy lovingkindness,

for they have been ever of old.

Turn thee unto me.

And have mercy upon me, for

I am desolate and afflicted.

Hear my cry, O God.

Attend unto my prayer.

From the end of the

earth will I cry unto thee

when my heart is over wealth.

Thou hast given me the heritage

of those that fear thy name.

Show me thy ways, O Lord.

Teach me thy paths.

Lead me in thy truth and teach me,

for thou art the God of my salvation.

On thee do I wait all the day.

In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust.

Deliver me in thy righteousness.

Into thine hand I commit my spirit.

Thou hast redeemed me.

O Lord, God of truth.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- Well, that's it.

Makes you feel sick and tired.

- Yeah.

- You was so young, but don't you?

- Young or old, we're all

living on borrowed time.

What about this girl?

- What about her?

- Think she might need some dough?

What's she gonna do?

- With him gone?

Who knows?

It seemed like he was

all she was living for.

I wouldn't be surprised if she...

- Yeah, tough.

(footsteps)

- Gops.

- Yes?

- Can I see that gun of yours?

- Gops.

What for?

- Oh, I just want to look at it.

- Well, you know I can't

let you handle that gun.

- I just want to look at it.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Yeah.

I guess so.

(footsteps)

- See that guy over at the front table?

- Yeah.

- That's Parrot Verruco.

- Parrot Verruco, what

are you talking about?

- What about him?

- Who's he?

- He's wanted for five killings.

You heard about the guy that

always gave him a full load,

six slugs, five tests, that's him.

- Wait a minute, let me see that.

- Well, he don't look any more

like this picture than we do.

Besides, this guy's been dead for years.

What made you think of

this all of a sudden?

- It ain't all of a sudden.

I've been thinking about it a long time.

- Well, why'd you wait

until now to tell us?

- You and him ain't never been in here

at the same time before.

I tell you, it's the Parrot.

He's had his face fixed and they died

that red hair he has.

- Yeah, you've been in too long.

- I've been months now.

Every morning, his

truck has stopped here,

but ain't never let him see me.

- Yeah, he has.

- The way he walks and talks,

and them eyes of his always shifting.

He can't fool me.

I'd known him too.

- Ah, you're crazy.

- If I am, it's a guarantee him.

He should be doing this rap, steady me.

- Look, 46, stop playing detective.

- Yeah, go tell me a mail.

- Get going, will ya?

Boy, he's really going.

(footsteps)

- Something deep?

Mr.

- I, Parrot?

If you don't believe me,

why'd you get a cigarette?

(gun fires)

- Get him!

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (gun fires) (gun fires) (gun fires) (gun fires) (gun fires) (gun fires)

- Let go of him, get him!

(gun fires) - Get the hell off!

Get the rope!

- Look, we're cutting

this right off the glass.

(grunts)

(gun fires)

- Here's the rope, the rope, the rope!

(grunts)

- Hey, what happened?

He killed the old man.

- Who's the old man?

- He's a trusty up on the hill.

- They called him 46.

- Why did he kill him?

- He wasn't that one.

- Who is the guy?

- His name is Black.

- Yeah, but the old man was

saying he was Parrot for Rookles.

- Hello, Mac, get this, get this.

This is going to matter.

- Hold everything on the execution.

It didn't come on.

- The chair didn't work.

The execution's been postponed.

- No, not canceled, just postponed.

At least until they

find out what happened.

- We're going back in about 20 minutes.

They said they'd try again.

- Jim, you've got to get those papers

back off the street.

You've got to, you've

got to stop deliveries.

They didn't execute

them, the chair broke down.

- What?

- Well, how can it be my fault?

I never touched the chair.

- No statement, they said.

I don't think they

know yet what happened.

- I never saw anything like it.

It was a horrible Macman.

- When they threw the switch,

I have all these flashes

cracked all over the room.

- It was brutal.

I thought we'd all be killed.

- No, it never touched

the boy in the chair.

There isn't a mark on him.

- No, all the flashes were

shooting away from the chair.

- Seems as if they were

trying not to touch the boy.

- Now can I know?

I'm no fortune teller.

- Yes, they did call the governor.

- He said try again, no more reprieve.

- They took him back to his cell.

- No, that boy was the

only one who wasn't scared.

He just kept smiling all through.

- He seemed to be

thinking about something else.

- But you've got to get those

papers back off the streets.

- Is this the worst

moment we've ever pulled?

Yes, Jim, yes, Jim.

No, Jim.

Yes, Mr. Hanson.

Yes, Mr. Hanson.

No, Mr. Hanson.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Okay, crystal ball,

what do you see now?

- He scooped the radio.

- Tomorrow's news today.

His boss hates newscasters.

- Oh, yes, but he loves him.

(laughing)

- Well, sir.

- 46 kept trying to tell us

that this Blackie was Parrot Farruco.

He found an old

wanted poster of the Parrot

and kept waving it around.

It didn't add up to

us because this Blackie

don't look any more like

Parrot Farruco than I do.

There wasn't any stop on old 46.

He acted like he'd gone out of his mind.

But yes, sir, they've

got Blackie in the bus now.

Yes, sir, we'll be right there.

He wanted to bring this

Blackie up to the prison.

So they'd hold him

there for the state police.

- Wharton says it's okay to bring him in.

He's calling the state police.

Tell those newspaper boys

we'll send the bus back.

- Okay, so I know the execution.

Now get this.

- That's 30 on the execution.

Here's another item.

No, that turned off.

There's been a murder here.

It might be big.

Some trucker killed an old Blackie.

The old convict was called 46.

Those are all the

names I've got in the bar.

It's another story.

- Co-faint lines.

Something about Perr

Remember him?

- Yeah, check the files.

That's right, the Big Shot funeral.

- Perr Perr Ruko.

Yes, about three years ago.

They picked him out of

the river in a cement block.

- No, I don't know anymore.

- But this is murder.

- Yes, sir.

- What's wrong, Cristo Ball?

- Wasn't the boss love you anymore?

- I bet you told the boss last night

that the old con was

going to be murdered.

- He says he isn't

interested in anybody being murdered.

- Unless it's me.

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

- Take that cord off his wrist.

(door opens)

- Give me the identification office.

Waters, I want a set of

prints made here in my office.

Check them against Perr

Perr Ruko, remember him?

He served a term here for felony.

We released him in 44 or 45.

Check the files.

Right.

You men come with me.

I want your statements, I'll issue them.

(somber music)

(crying)

- Is that the girl?

- Yeah.

- Why, why does he have to die?

Why don't you find them for you?

(crying)

- Oh, I can't take it.

- I have to die.

(door opens)

(door opens)

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

(crying)

(somber music)

- You guys must be crazy.

Do I look like Perr Perr Ruko?

I'll let you know in a few minutes.

(door closes)

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Patrick, when you pray for me,

why isn't God listening?

- He is listening, he is, he is.

Peter's second went to

ground and the shore did out.

That's why it threw fire and

sparks all around the outlet

where the wires come

through the conduit of the chair.

- You've got it fixed?

- Yes, we're ready.

There's no chance it will slip up now.

- Did you make your test?

- Yes, test perfect.

- Look, I'm too tired to

tell you what I think now.

But if anything happens this time--

- I tell you, it's perfect.

- I'm going to make

tests of that chair myself.

If I have to do it with you in it.

- But I tell you, nothing will happen.

It works perfect.

- All right, stand by.

Get me Sanderson.

Hello, Sanderson.

Why does it always take you so long

to answer this intercom?

I'll put a lot of buzzer

on her to get a hearing aid.

Have those reporters gotten there yet?

Okay, take them into the chamber.

I'll bring the boy in myself.

(knocking)

(somber music)

(knocking)

Here are those prints you wanted, deputy.

(somber music)

- No, not them, they can't, they can't.

(crying)

They mustn't, they can't.

I won't let them, they can't.

I won't let them.

No, no, no, he mustn't die.

He mustn't die.

They can't.

(somber music)

We can't delay it any longer, Jim.

(door slams)

(footsteps)

- Hiya, Parrot.

- Hiya.

- That's quite a job

they did on your face.

- Only the best.

- But they didn't do so

well on your fingerprints.

- You can't have everything.

- Tell me, that cement block

they fished up from the river.

- Yeah.

- They identified the body as yours.

How did you do it?

- There's tricks in every trade.

- Five previous

murders and one this morning.

Six shots each time.

You must be partial to six.

- Yeah.

It's my lucky number.

This time, I shot a seven.

- What do you mean?

- You didn't count Tim Herr.

- Tim Herr?

- Yeah.

That girl is right.

The boy didn't do it.

- Sinozen!

Sinozen!

(dramatic music)

(pounding)

- Did you, no!

No, we couldn't. The current

failed all over the prison.

There's no electricity.

Where's the boy?

The chap is taking him back to his cell.

I can't understand what...

Sit down Jim.

I want you to listen to this.

Why did you kill Tim Harrah?

He was hijacking my trucks.

What about the boy?

He had nothing to do with it.

He was telling the truth.

Sucker.

Are you telling the truth?

He had nothing to lose.

Six killings or seven.

He only go once.

Why did you wait till now to say this?

You didn't have Parrot Fruco.

Until now.

I'm no sucker.

And you'd let an

innocent boy go to the chair.

And that girl?

There's sentimental award.

Your sign of confession.

Why not?

Get a stenographer.

Take it easy.

Put a piece of paper in the typewriter.

Get me the governor

He is He is