All language subtitles for Cold Case S01E13 The Letter Unknown TrollHD

( 1930s jazz music plays )

( laughter )

Here's to Big Bertha
and her big old...

Oh, she was
something else.

You best keep
it down 'fore

Miss Marion hears y'all.

She gonna kick us all out.

Sadie, honey,
Miss Marion's not hearing nobody

when she done drunk a whole jug
of hooch herself.

( laughter )

WOMAN:
Don't you talk mean

about my mam
Who you think

you sassing, girl?

Can I have a nip?

Your mama gonna have a fit

she catch you up.

I'll tuck yoin
in a shake.

Sadie, you said

you was going
to the juke joint.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-uh.

Not tonight.

Well, honey,

my Candy Man pay me plenty,

but I still got to...

work tonight.

Candy Man give you candy,
Miss Blanche?

You wanna call
it that, honey.

Go on to bed.

Go on.

Arletta make
you think

on your own little girl,
huh, Sadie?

Where you say

your girl stay at?

Virginia.

She with my cousin.

I bring her up
when I get the money saved.

Blanche!

Manross is waiting!

Mi Blanche,
Miss Sadie.

Go, Manross, go!

Wa proper-like.

Candy Man lookin' mighty fine.

I thought you said
you was working tonight.

I am, honey.

( laughing )

Whoo!

� If you don't
believe I'm leaving... �

You a g ten years old today.

Happy birthday, baby girl.

� I'm going away �

� I won't be back... �

( record skipping ):
� I won't be back... �

� I won't be back...
I won't be back... �

(skipping music fades)

When my mother passed away
a few weeks ago,

I found this letter among
her belongings, hidden away.

It's the last letter

that my grandmother
ever wrote to her.

When was your
grandmother murdered?

1939.

Her name was Sadie Douglas.

Came from Virginia.

Moved north to find work

in the '30s.

I don't know much more
than that.

Your mom didn't talk about her?

She was only ten years old
when Sadie was killed.

And she never really
forgave her for what she was.

Which was what?

The police called her
a common two-bit hooker.

My mother
referr to her

as a white man's whore.

It was hard for her,
knowing that that's

where she came from.

How about you?

Maybe it's affected me
somewhat, too.

VALENS:
These letters you have

are from 1939?

Sadie wrote one
to her every week.

Lbut Sadie mentioned someone,

here.

"He best not hurt me.

That milkman best not
hurt your mama."

What milkman?

I don't know.

She never referred to him
in her other letters.

Back then,
the police said

Sadie was a prostitute killed
randomly by a john, but...

I think my grandmother
knew her killer.

MAN:
CaptHomicides, uh,ed by
WARNER BROS. TELISION

assaults, rapes,

basically every criminal record
before 1950 is filed here.

County even
sticks us

with their medic
charts, too.

We need homicides.

Right down there.

I thought you said
they were filed.

( laughs ):
They were, once.

I mean, what's the point?

Doers are probably dust
in the wind.

Thanks.

Don't want to waste any more
of your prious time.

Or cut into your web-
surfing actities.

RUSH:
"1920. White woman stabbed.

Suspect:
white male with..."

get this,
"slender build

and black whiskers."

"1918... 1910..."

"'05..."

It's a murder ledger, Scotty.

Goin' all
the way back to...

1903.

100 years
of murder

and mayhem.
All in

a You-Stash-It off the highway.

Yo.

I found Sadie.

I had to put 'em
in plastic.

They were falling
apart in our hands.

"Sadie Douglas.
Colored female.

"Nativity:

"Virginia.

Occupation: prostitute."

Resided at a boarding house
for colored women.

Proprietor was
a Miss Thea Marion.

VALENS:
Women in the boarding
house were all hookers.

Sadie was raped and suffocated

"at the hand of"
an unknown assailant.

Maybe our milkman.

VERA:
A ticket for New York City

dated the night
of the murder

found in
the victim's belongings.

RUSH:
Sadie's daughter

was living
So why is she goin' to New York?

JEFFRIES:
Last to see he

was another tenant
at the boarding house,

"colored female, 26.

Blanche D."

The rest of her
name is missing.

You find Blanche,

maybe we find out why Sadie
was going to New York.

( chuckling )

Like the geezer's
gonna remember.

You and Mr. Sensitivity

track down the milk companies

that delivered
to Sadie's boarding house.

Rush and Valens'll
be on geezer patrol.

Looks like she fought back.

Something under her nails?

STILLMAN:
Back then it
didn't matter.

It does now.

So if the family
gives the green light...

maybe we dig her up?

STILLMAN:
Yep. Go talk to
her granddaughter.

WOMAN:
An exhumation?

Is that really necessary?

RUSH:
She may have fought
her killer, Sarah.

Match the DNA to the doer
or his descendants,ing useful.

if either's in the system.

All right.

I'll sign whatever papers
you need.

VALENS:
Last to see
your grandmother alive

was a woman named Blanche.

You recall that name

in any
of her letters?

Blanche...

Sadie wrote about a fair
she went to

with a Blanche.

That's them.

"Had my first
cotton candy today.

Like eating sugar
from a cloud..."

SADIE:
"First thing you come up,

I'm gonna get you
your own cotton candy, baby."

We're gonna be
so happy together.

Your mama misses you

"like dry land for rain.

Love, Mama."

She sent that photo
with this letter.

Could I take this,

and the letters?

Will you bring them back?

They're all I have left of her.

( rustling )

Thing's making me seasick.

At least I got my roll on.

You can't
even do yours.

JEFFRIES:
Stop.

VERA:
Damn thing's

gonna explode.

Good Lord.

Looks like
a Baylor's Milk Company

delivered to North 15th Street

through the 1930s.

Where Sadie's
boarding house was.

Yeah. Board of Revenue's
got Baylor's employee records,

from 1930 to 1938.

But nothing for 1939.

So why is
that year missing?

"Fire.

January 1939."

Company stopped keeping records
after that.

Fire must've really
wiped them out.

They went out of business
a year later.

If this fire
cost lives,

newspapers would have
carried accounts, right?

Yeah

So maybe our milkman's
in one of those newspapers?

We sure this place got
prostitution arrests

before 1950?

RUSH:
Hookers, homicides,
the works.

If Blanche got picked up,
we'll find her here.

Wonder where she is now.

Wherever hookers who
make it to 91 end up.

Let's hope it ain't
hooker heaven.

"Debbins, Blanche."

This our girl?

She's a dead-ringer
for this Blanche.

"Arrested for prostitution
in 1940."

Delaney, Manross
paid for her bail.

Manross Delaney?

The Candy Man?

Delaney's Delights?

You never had
a Delaney Delight?

No.

Guy's got
a candy franchise.

Been rakin' it in
forever.

Maybe our hooker's
moved up

in the world, hmm?

Blanche Debbs?

I ain't used that name
in decades.

What do you want, honey?

Philadelphia Homicide,
Miss Blanche.

And the police, too.

Make me feel young again.

Honey!
Manross!

MANROSS:
I'm watching
my talk show, honey!

Well turn it off, honey!

We got guests.

That was the Depression, honey.

Times were hard all over,

especially for colored women
comin' up alone from the South.

You did what you could
to make ends meet.

Today's young people
don't understand.

Y'all help yourself.

Try my Number Nine.

He gets on his high
horse sometimes.

Don't mind him.
That's what I do.

Isn't that right, Candy Man?

Day she called me Candy Man,
I fell head over heels.

Been falling for her ever since.

Do you know anything

about a trip Sadie was taking

to New York, Miss Blanche,

night she
was killed?

She told us she
was going to bed...

not to New York.

Well, did Sadie
ever mention anyone,

maybe a milkman
she was afraid of?

That rebby boy...

What's his name?

Southern rebel wannabe.

Wasn't more
than Northern

white ash--
what was his name?

I don't recall, honey.

Pierce. That
was his name.

Had burns
all over his face.

I'm telling the story, honey.

He had burns all over his face.

Had it out for Sadie, too...

all because of that damn milk.

( '30s jazz playing )

I ain't gettin' out.

Not for no colored
whorehouse.

Let 'em get their
own damn milk.

JONESY:
Oh, here comes
another one.

She looks almost
white, don't she?

Suey-ey!

Whee!

Come and get it!

Who that cooze
think she is, huh?

Hey, dump it!
Huh?

I said dump it, Jonesy!

( Pierce chuckles )

Let her clean it up.

Don't.

Sadie turned and walked
right back into the house

and left that milk

out in the street.

That other milkman
wasn't no better.

Didn't I say I'm telling
the story?

This, uh, Pierce

cause any other trouble?

Not that Sadie mentioned.

I avoided him and his milk truck
after that.

But Sadie was afraid
he might hurt her.

Wrote about him in a letter
to her daughter.

Honey, Sadie couldn't
read or write.

None of us
could back then.

But she sent letters
to her daughter. Lots of them.

Well, she might
have sent them...

but she sure didn't write them.

No one in the house
could read or write.

A john, maybe?

Whoever it was might'

known more about
the milkman.
Well, ifhe milkman

was this guy Pierce,
then we might have the answer.

Newspaper from 1939--
Pierce McClintock listed

as a burn victim in
the Baylor's Milk Company fire.

RUSH:
The same company delivered milk
to Sadie's boarding house.

Yep. Fire was set
by pissed off white workers

when the company
hired blacks.
Killed ten,

injured five more,
including Pierce.

But lucky for us,

newspapers back then

printed the victims' addresses.

6922 Northth Street.

We just got to
pray that Pierce
is still there.

But... yeah.

And I'll throw in a Hail Mary,
we find who wrote this letter.

JEFFRIES:
Your grandfather,
Pierce McClintock,

owned this house?

He passed away ten years ago.

I inherited the house from him.

I can't understand what he has
to do with this woman's murder.

We don't know either,
Ms. Reilly.

Th's why we're here.

He was a good man,
my grandfather.

Not a murderer.

So you'd agree to volunteer your
DNA to prove that?

I don't need to prove
that to anyone.

We can get a search warrant.

For what?
An old man's knickknacks?

A dead man's diary?

Pierce kept a diary?

After the fire at Baylor's Milk,
Pierce refers to something

called The Fifth D
in his diary.

RUSH:
The Fifth Day?

Mentioned it
a bunch of times.

Don't you dare put that
in your mouth.

VALENS:
I like Cheez Whiz on
my cheesesteak. So what?

VERA:
Fifth Day sounds like

some sort of group
Pierce started.

Guys from the milk place
injured in the fire.

What'd they do?

Doesn't say.

But check that entry out.

May 1939.

Pierce's milk bottle war
with Sadie.

He writes about it.

Thing Blanche told us about?

The aftermath...

"Delivered to that colored's
boarding house today,

and that flooze just left them
bottles out on the street."

PIERCE:
Damn it.

She didn't even pick 'em up.

Look at that coon, will ya?

Fifth Day ought to teach
her a lesson.

Fifth Day is right.

Take that gleam
outa that quiff's eye.

Go on, Jonesy.
You show her.

Here's your milk.

So maybe Jonesy was
our evil milkman

and not Pierce.

No Jonesy listed as
a victim in the fire.

But all them Fifth Day guys got
messed up in the fire, right?

So how'd Jonesy get involved
with them?

And what does he mean by,

"The Fifth Day ought
to teach her a lesson?

Maybe that's what
their little club did--

teach lessons
to women like Sadie.

Let's check
criminal records

for Pierce McClintock.

Maybe his Fifth Day
activities

made the books.

Any word on the city
okaying the exhumation?

Kite's been in court all day.

So ask him tonight.

w.

I've called you
three times

about this exhumation.

Closing arguments on
the Wicker job.

Besides, you've ignored a few
of my calls lately, too.

Been busy.

Well there you go.
We're both busy.

Anyway, we got direction
onhis job...

From '39.
So?

So, it's hard to make a case

that the exhumation is pressing,
you know what I mean?

Maybe the judge should meet
the victim's granddaughter.

It's pressing to her.

Look, Fisk hasn't gotten to it,

but I'm guessing you'll need
more probable cause.

The city's strapped for cash.

And this granddaughter
wants answers.

Don't we all.

How're the cats, anyway?

Good.

( phone ringing )

Call me.

When you hear from Fisk, I mean.

Sure.

VALENS:
Get anything
in criminal records?

Long rap sheet on Pierce.

Assaults on males and females,
all black.

Victims claimed they were
atcked by a group

of young white males.

African American History Museum

had a listing of hate groups
in '39.

They list The Fifth Day
as one in Philly.

White supremacists.

Took their name
from the fifth day of creation:

"God said, Let us make man
in our image

and let him rule
over all the earth."

Meaning the white man,
of course.

Mission was
to terrorize blacks

coming up from the South
looking for jobs.

JEFFRIES:
Every fifth day,

they'd go on a rampage.

Beat up some black person
for the crime of being alive.

Murder part of their game?

Could be. Check it out.

The Fifth Day.
and our friend Jonesy. Pierce

Jonesy d't look burned.

Could have 'em where
the sun don't shine.

Museum didn't have
last names

on these clowns.

ID'd them here only

by their monikers
or first name.

VERA:
We'll keep looking.

Lilly still with the ADA?

Our handwriting expert
came back

With a profile
of the letter writer.

It was a kid.

Only child
in the boarding house

was the owner's daughter.

Ten years old
at the time of the murder.

I'll go pick up Lilly.

This was
Miss Sadie's favorite room.

My mother took in boarders

during
the Depression.

I hear this place
is a bed and breakfast now?

Owners say it was okay
for us to come in.

Bring you back
to your old home.

I'm glad no one tore it down.

Did you write
Sadie's letters here?

I wrote them, yes.

But the words were hers.

Her baby girl meant
the whole world to her.

VALENS:
Do you remember
writing about

a milkman who might hurt Sadie?

Jonesy.

I remember him well.

Why?

Because of what Sadie found
in the milk.

PIERCE:
Suey-ey!

Show her
who's boss.

Here's yourilk.

Nothin' but poor
white milkman trash.

Who he think he is,

trashy ol'...

Poor white milkman trash
left a note, Miss Sadie.

Shush, girl.

What's this say?

He says "forgive me."

Crazy white trash.

He saying he's sorry.

I still say he trash.

That ain't nothi''

but tinder
for the fire.

Go on, Arletta.
Throw it in.

Wait.

Write something for me.

(romantic music plays)

WOMAN:
� We lived our little drama �

� We kissed in
a field of white �

� And stars fell on Alabama �

� Last night �

MAN:
� Oh, yeah �

BOTH:
� I can't forget the glamour �

� Your eyes have
the tender light �

� And stars fell on... �

"Because you
are a lady."

� ...Last night �

(man scatting)

� I never planned
in my imagination �

� A situation �
� Mm, situation �

� So heavenly �
� Heavenly �

� A fairy land where
no one else could enter �

� And in the center �
� Mm, yeah �

� Just you and me �
� Mm... �

� My heart beats
like a hammer... �

( song slowly fades )

Those notes went on and on
for months,

right till she died.

Why did she think Jonesy
would hurt her?

I think it was her heart,
she meant.

Did they exchange notes
the day she was killed?

Jonesy wanted her
to meet him here that night.

For a proper visit.

Miss Sadie kept
ea and every note.

Hid 'em behind the stove,
where no one would look,

and no one ever found 'em.

Why not?

Because I took 'em.

Still have 'em, too.

Don't even know my own folks."

Jonesy was an orphan?

Maybe check the children's
homes in the area

and look for his name.

Mm.

"I'll care for
your little girl,

"even if she
ain't my own,

"'cause she's like m

Every child deserves
to be loved."

He wanted to make
a life with her.

And take her kid in, too.

A real 180 from The Fifth Day.

So was Sadie killed

by the man who hated her
or the man who loved her?

Pierce or Jonesy?

Maybe something happened that
night at the boarding house

that turned the tide
of Jonesy's love.

Love can turn on a dime.

We know a Candy Man?

"Do you love me, Sadie,
or do you love the Candy Man?"

Blanche's husband.

Blanche and I, we...

just started dating,

and I, uh...

had a little crush on Sadie.

Don't you do this to me,
Manross.

We can talk somewhere else,

if that would
make it easier.

I was young...

foolish...

thought I could have
my ce and eat it, too.

Sadie never went for it.

Because she was involved
with Jonesy.

Mm.

RUSH:
So you knew

about the affair.

Not till the night
she was killed.

They hid it well.

You had to, back then.

If anyone found out,
one of 'em would be dead.

One of them is dead.

So how'd you

find out...

the night of Sadie's murder?

We were all supposed

to meet up at the juke joint.

I thought Sadie was going to be
there, but sh... she wasn't.

So I went down to the boarding
� Did you ever dream lucky �

� Wake up cold in hand? �

JONESY:
We got to go tonight, Sadie.

SADIE:
I can't just go!

But we talked about this!

SADIE:
We was just
going to visit.

That's what you said
in your note.

I know, but...
something came up.

SADIE:
What?

Look...

you gotta leave with me

right now.

I already got
the tickets;
the train leaves

in a half-hour.

We go now and we could
make it, Sadie.

I want to... but why's
it gotta be tonight?

( creaking )

What's wrong, Jonesy?

I went back to the juke joint.

Never seen her again.

Sadie was asking
for trouble

taking up with that
half-blind white boy.

What do you mean, half-blind?

Couldn't see out of one eye,
on account of the fire.

Why didn't you ever tell anyone
what you saw that night?

'Cause I didn't want to hurt...

the woman I love.

But I did anyway.

Manross volunteered his DNA,
fingerprints,

shirt off his back.

You really think
this guy's the doer.

VALENS:
Sometimes jealousy

beats out love and hate,
hands down.

RUSH:
What I don't get
is Jonesy

was just gonna visit Sadie
that night

but then something happens.

And he's frantic
to get out of town.

Something like what?

Pierce found out
his white supremacist pal

fell in love with a black woman?

Threatens revenge on them both.

Got our milkman.

Nathan Jones.

Just his name,
but it's a start.

Grew up in a boy''
home in Philly.

JEFFRIES:
Ran him through
AutoTrack, DMV,

even military records.

Got a thousand and one
hits back.

Manross said Jonesy
was injured in the fire,

went half-blind later.

If he applied for military duty,
he'd have been rejected, right?

Wait a sec.

My old man went through this.

A Class 4-F rejection.

Unacceptable for
military duty.

Made him feel like he
had to wear a dunce
cap, back in the day.

So we check Nathan Jones
with 4-F records.

JEFFRIES:
Then maybe we finally

nail down this
son of a bitch.

Hey, Rush.

Hi. H-How'd it go?

Judge Fisk KO'd the motion
to exhume.

( sighs )

What?!

Not enough probable cause.

( scoffs )

We've got three possible
doers here, Kite.

Look, it's an ancient case,
okay?

And the bottom line
is cold cash.

We don't have
any to spare.

Sorry.

RUSH:
Sarah?

Hi. Any news?

I thought you might
want these.

Notes to Sadie from
the milkman in her letter.

She wasn't afraid
of him, Sarah,

she was in love with him.

"I'll care for
your little girl,

even if she ain't my own."

He wanted to take care of her.

And your mother.

I wish she had had
a chance to see this,
to... to know this.

Your mom?

( trembling ):
I'm sorry.

( sighs )

It's okay.

( sighs )

I have some bad news,
too, Sarah.

The D.A.'s office didn't
grant the motion to exhume.

But I'm the family.
Don't I have a say?

It's not that.

They need more
of a reason to do it.

Solving my grandmother's murder
isn't a good enough reason?

It's complicated.

Financially difficult.

I'll pay for it.

Sarah...

an exhumation and autopsy
cost at least $10,000.

( sighs heavily )

I'veemorized
all of her letters.

These past few days,
I feel as if

I've come as close
to meeting my grandmother

as I ever will.

I know how she lived.

But I still need to know
how she died.

Body is in an early stage
of dried mummification...

Soft tissue...

desiccated
down to the bone.

What are the odds on DNA,
Dr. Barnsley?

This is my first 65-year-old
cadaver... but...

DNA can st hundreds
of years.

She fought back,
broke three fingernails.

Maybe the doer
left a souvenir.

The fingers are in advanced
stage of dehydration, but...

I might be able to
collect some scrapings.
( cell phone rings )

Valens.

You're kidding.

Where?

All right.

Jeffries and Vera found Jonesy.

He's still alive?

And kickin' it in New York City.

BARNSLEY:
Detectives...

the index finger
of the right hand.

I think maybe
we've got something.

Maybe Sadie's
speaking from the grave.

from his granddaughter.

Manross's, too.

$19.50 to take a
train to New York.

And that's going
on the cheap.

Taking Septa
and the New Jersey transit.

We got to find an Amtrak cop
on the way back.

Take a free hop
on the Acela.

Kite pissed you off,
huh, not fighting
for the exhumation?

It wn't really
his decision, though.

Or was it something
else with Kite
pissed you off?

I got to be psychic
to get an answer
out of you?

I, uh... might have
made a mistake.

( phone ringing )

Rush.

Okay.

Thanks, boss.

Manross cleared.

His DNA didn't match

with what was
under Sadie's nails.

So Candy man ain't our doer.

Got to admit,
I'm glad for Blanche.

Must be nice knowing

you got someone to grow old
and useless with.

Yeah, must be.

FRANKIE:
Grandpa? You got visitors.

We're here about Sadie Douglas,
Mr. Jones.

You remember how she got killed?

Raped, suffocated...

Hey. What are you saying to him?

JONESY:
Never mind.

Frankie, why don't you
go watch TV.

You didn't finish your soup,
Grandpa.

I'm done, Frankie.

Go on.

Yeah...

I remember how she died.

Cops back then
said it was a john.

Oh, no, she wasn't a prostitute.

She lived in that house
'cause she had to.

Times were rough back then.

She didn't make her living
hustling?

Sadie was a lady.

I gave her some money

from time to time.

Of course,
she couldn't tell anybody

where she was getting it from.

Times being what they were.

Yeah.

And you being in love.

FRANKIE:
Who the hell
is Sadie?

You know, her...

her little girl
ought to know

that her mama was a lady.

VALENS:
She's dead.

Sadie's daughter.

Night of Sadie's murder,

you wanted her to leave town
with you. Why?

Because they were coming.

VALENS:
Who?

Them.

They were coming.

PIERCE:
So, then, I says to her,

you may look almost white,
but you is black as midnight.

( laughing )

Jonesy over there
don't think I'm funny.

MAN:
Oh, that's 'cause he's givin'
her his morning milk.

Time that bitch got a real taste
of white man's milk.

( men agreeing )

Ain't that right, Jonesy?

Damn right.

MEN:
Yeah!

Fifth Day's rollin', boys...
tonight!

MEN:
Tonight!

Sadie?!

Sadie! Sadie!

I tried to save her,

but she wouldn't go.

I bbut she wouldn't go.

And I left.

A man loves a woman...
and leaves her to that?

( slightly groans )

All this was forever ago.
Why do you care now?

Because a woman died,

and a family
wants to know why.

And because what happens
in the past

never really goes away, does it?

No. It don't.

FRANKIE:
My grandpa didn't do nothin'.

Would you volunteer your DNA

to prove that?

We got a sister lab
here in New York.

It'll take a few minutes
to run your DNA.

And we can go right now.

FRANKIE:
He'll do it.

Right, Grandpa?

I'll get your coat.

He didn't do nothin'.

RUSH:
We'll settle this whole thing

in four or five minutes,
Mr. Jones.

Lab's got a process

called, uh,
Electronic DNA Sampling.

EDS for sht.

Zaps your DNA
through the Internet.

Compares it with
what we found under
Sadie's fingernails.

VALENS:
Finds a match.

Unless you want
to skip the trip

and tell us
what really happened?

If you have a question,
ask it.

Thought I just did.

Come on, Grandpa.

( sighs )

I'm ready.

Go ahead andsk your question.

VALENS:
What happened

the night Sadie was killed?

You gotta leave with me now.

Look, I already got
the tickets.

Train leaves in half an hour.

We go now,
we can make it, Sadie.

I want to, but why
it gotta be tonight?

( creaking )

What's wrong, Jony?

We gotta go.

The train to New York is...
New York?

But my daughter
lives in Virginia.

We'll send for her.

You promised we was gonna be
a family together.

We will, but we gotta go now.

What about her?
What about her, Jonesy?

That's, uh...

That's your daughter?

You promised to care for her
like she was your own, remember?

'Cause every child
deserves lovin'

you said.

You, uh...

never showed
me that before.

Why won't you look at her,
Jonesy?

You and me, we can
make it together,

because no one'll
know, Sadie.

No one'll know what you are.

You barely look it, Sadie,

and you can pass.

Shut up!

She can't pass but you can.

And-and we can have
a life together

and no one'll ever know.

Shut up!

Because I love you, Sadie.

I love you.

No... you don't.

Just told me so.
( men laughing )

Well, look at what
we got got here.

Jonesy's gettin'
a leg up on us, boys.

Ain't you, Jonesy?

( Sadie screaming )

ME
Come on! Come on!

( Sadie screaming )
Put her down!
Put her down!

Now who you think you is, bitch?

( screaming )
( men laughing )

Get over here! Hold her down!

Jonsey!

I said hold her down!

( screaming )
( men taunting )

Hold her down!

Jonsey!

Jonsey! Jonsey!

( muffled screams )

Let her be, Jonesy.

What's wrong with her?

PIERCE:
Get up!

Hey, I said get up!

Sadie...

Sadie...

(scratchy record playing
romantic music)

� Blue moon... �

� You saw me standing alone �

� Without a dream in my heart �

� Without a love of my own �

(music plays clearly):
� Blue moon... �

� You knew just what
I was there for �

� You heard me saying
a prayer for... �

Sadie...

was a lady.

� Someone I really
could care for �

� And then there suddenly
appeared before me �

� The only one my arms
will ever hold �

� I heard somebody whisper,
"Please, adore me" �

� And when I looked, the moon
had turned to gold �

� Blue moon... �

� Now I'm no longer alone �

� Without a dream in my heart �

� Without a love of my own �

� And then there suddenly
appeared before me �

� The only one my arms
will ever hold �

� I heard somebody whisper,
"Please, adore me" �

� And when I looked the moon
had turned to gold... �

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