All language subtitles for Counsellor at Law - Hukuk Danışmanı (1933) John Barrymore

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- Twenty-seven.
- Twenty-seven out, please.

She's through now.

Mr. Simon's brother calling.

- Alrighty, go ahead.
- Mail.

Simon and Tedesco.

Who's calling, please?

Mr. McGee?

Mr. McKee?

K like in kitty?

One moment please. Mr. McKee.

Mr. McKee of Barton and Barnard.

McKee calling Mr. Simon.

Alrighty, go ahead.

Mail, Henry!

Can't you even sort it?

Say, listen, how many people's work

do you think I'm gonna do around here?

Oh, you're not doing nothing.

Look at all these notices
of trial. I gotta get out.

All right, but you know what
Mr. Tedesco said yesterday

about letting the mail lay around.

Simon and Tedesco, who's calling please?

One moment please.

Mr. Hawthorne of the Chase
National Bank calling Mr. Simon.

Alrighty, go ahead.

Yes?

Is Mr. Tedesco in?

Have you an appointment?

Yes, I'm Mr. Moretti.

Just a moment please.
I'll tell him you're here.

Hello. Mr. Moretti to see Mr. Tedesco.

Oh, Mr. Moretti!

Just a moment, Mr. Moretti.

Thank you very much.

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

Okay.

[Bessie] Simon and Tedesco.

Who's calling, please?

One moment, please.

Mail, Mr. Weinberg.

Put it on that desk, please.

Here's your mail.

Well, it's about time.

Mr. Tedesco's been asking for it.

Well, you got it, ain't you?

Don't be impudent to me, please.

Oh, veramente, campagno.

Cha-cha!

Goldie, take a letter to

the ltello Trading Company,
attention Mr. Verdi.

In receipt of yours of the 11th,

we've come to the conclusion
that further litigation

is unnecessary.

Simon and Tedesco.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Gee, I thought you was dead and buried.

Well, sure I missed you,

like Booth missed Lincoln.

Well, what do you think I've been doing,

sitting home embroidering doilies?

All right, now I'll tell one!

Is that Louie or Jack?

Mind your own business, you!

Aw, just a fresh kid in the office here.

Hey, listen, call me back!

Good morning, Bessie!

Good morning, Mrs. Chapman.

Well, how does it feel to
be walking around again?

It feels wonderful, Bessie.

It's just as though I suddenly

woke up from a bad dream.

You can't imagine what I went through

last night while that jury
was out.

[Bessie] Gee, I could
never have lived through it.

You sure must be feeling
good this morning.

I feel just like a new woman,

that's how I feel.

[Bessie] Gee, I bet you do after all

you've been through.

Good morning, Mrs.
Chapman, congratulations.

Thanks, Goldie. I'm so glad it's over.

Of course after Mr. Simon

talked to the jury,

I had a feeling everything was

going to be all right.

Why, Hello, Mrs. Chapman.

Hello, Henry!

I've got a bunch of mail for you.

Oh, thanks, Henry.

You should have seen the stack

that came this morning.

Proposals of marriage and goodness

knows what all.

Well, all's well that ends well.

I think I'll just sit
down and read my letters.

Mr. Simon will be here soon.

Thanks, Bessie.

[Bessie] Hello?

What number?

I'll get it right away.

Oh, don't get up, please.

There's plenty of room.

Simon and Tedesco.

Oh, hello, Gracie, I was just

going to call you.

Oh, not feeling so good today, Gracie.

I don't know, my stomach
don't feel so good.

Must be something I ate.

Say, listen, Fred just called me up.

Yeah, sure you do, the one we met

on the Iron Steamboat.

Yeah, that's the one, wait a minute?

Simon and Tedesco.

Mr. Weinberg? One moment, please.

Hello, Gracie, this is
what I started to tell you.

Hello? Oh, hello, Bob.

Yes. For tonight?

Yes, thanks very much.

All right, good bye.

Well, he wants me to
go out with him tonight.

Wait a minute, Gracie.

Simon and Tedesco.

Mr. Simon hasn't come in yet, I'll connect

you with his secretary.

Oh, good morning, Senator Wells.

Mr. Simon's still in court.

I'll tell him just as soon as he comes in.

Come in.

Good morning, Miss Gordon.

Good morning, Mr. Weinberg.

A friend just offered me two tickets

to the Boston Symphony Orchestra tonight.

Would you care to go with me?

No, thank you very much, Mr. Weinberg.

Did you get out that stipulation?

I'll get it out right away.

It's a very fine program.

I thought perhaps you might
have dinner with me somewhere-

- No, thank you, I really can't tonight.

Well, if you decide later in the day-

- I'll let you know, Mr. Weinberg.

Excuse me, please.

Oh, I'll see you in a minute.

Come in, Moretti.

Subito.

Oh, Bessie, where's Goldie?

[Bessie] Just stepped
outside, Mr. Tedesco.

Well, tell her I want her, let me know

when she does come in.

[Bessie] Yes, sir.

Simon and Tedesco.

Who's calling, please?

One moment, please.

He's not in yet, come back later.

Okay.

This is Mr. Simon's secretary.

Good morning, Mrs. Chapman.

Good morning, Mr. McFadden.

I've got a bunch of mail here for you.

One of the keepers of the Tombs gave me.

Goodness, more letters?

Did you ever hear
anything more heartbreaking

than that speech of Mr.
Simon's to the jury?

He was simply wonderful.

I tell you there's nobody
can come within a mile of him.

Yeah, that's sure. Wait a minute.

Hey, Charlie!

What is it?

Get me some lunch on
the way back, will you?

Alright, what do you
want, make it quick.

Tuna on rye and a chocolate malted.

And tell him I want a
lot of Russian dressing.

[Charlie] Alright.

Hello, I was just ordering my lunch.

No, I don't think I'll go out today

on account of my stomach.

Yeah, I know, wait a minute.

Goldie, Mr. Tedesco wants you.

He's been asking for
you two or three times.

Did you have a nice weekend?

Oh, shut your mouth, you!

Listen, I'm busy. Call me back.

Yes?

I'm Miss Lillian La Rue.

I've got an appointment to see Mr. Simon.

But he hasn't come in yet.

Take a seat, won't you?

Certainly.

Miss Lillian La Rue to see Mr. Simon.

Listen, I told you about
Fred calling me up, didn't I?

- Mr. Simon.
- Yeah. Here, Henry.

Well, listen. If you see Jack and he asks

you about tonight, I
was out with you, see?

Yeah, I know, but in case you do.

All right, Henry, go on, go on,

- there's Mr. Simon.
- Yes, ma'am.

G.S. is in.

I have to work, dear,
I'll call you back.

G.S. is in.

G.S. is in.

(typewriter keys clacking)

May I take a message?

Excuse me, lady, is he here now?

Yes, but I'm afraid he-

- Please, lady, my boy they
take him in the Police Station.

Yes, I know, Mr. Simon
will see you soon now.

Bessie, will you please get Senator Wells

at the Hotel Shoreham in Washington

and then get those other numbers.

Miss La Rue, Mr. Simon will see you

in just a moment.

Oh, Miss Gordon...

I'm afraid you'll have
to wait, Mrs. Chapman.

Long distance, I want Washington D.C.,

Hotel Shoreham.

No, Shoreham, S like in Sammy,

H like on Henry, O like in Oscar,

R like in Robert, E like in Edward,

H like in Henry, A as
in Adam, M as in Max,

that's right.

Yes, no, I tell you my client
won't accept a penny less.

I'm sorry too, good bye.

[Rexy] Mr. Crayfield.

Hello, Mr. Crayfield, how are you?

Yes, I'll be here all day.
Come in whenever you like.

Are you getting Senator Wells, Rexy?

Yes, sir.

I want to talk to Mrs. Simon.

- Hello John.
- Hello, George.

Well, I see you put over the Chapman case.

Didn't I tell you I'd get an acquittal?

[John Voiceover] Yes, but it looked

pretty tough last night.

Not after the bunch of buttonhole-makers

on the jury got a good peek at it.

I know how they felt about it,

and I wouldn't mind having a little...

Uh-huh, maybe I can fix it up for you.

Oh, John! Hey, listen.

I've decided to take a
little trip abroad with Cora.

We've been married 5 years on the 18th.

I think I'll break away for once and make

a real celebration of it.

You bet-

- Lillian La Rue.

I bet she wasn't born Lillian La Rue.

- Let her come in.
- Alrighty.

Miss La Rue, Mr. Simon will see you now.

Thank you.

Senator Wells on the wire.

Take this down, Rexy!

Good morning, Senator.

Yeah, fine, fine.

Thanks very much.

That's the way with those murder cases.

A lot of publicity and no money.

Yes, yes, I did.

As I explained to you, a decrease of

2 cents a pound will put
my clients out of business.

Don't get so excited, Senator, there's

nothing illegal about lobbying, you know.

If there were, you'd have to lock up

half the people in Washington.

No, I'm not trying to block up

the entire bill, I'm merely
acting in the interest

of my clients as you're
acting in the interest

of the people of Montana.

Come in, Miss La Rue, sit down.

Listen, Senator, why don't you have a good

night's sleep and I'll
write to you tomorrow.

12:30 the lawyers Club, fine.

And give my regards to that
charming daughter of yours.

Make a transcript of
that and send it right

out to Col. Widhammer.

Good morning, Miss La Rue.

Oh, Rexy, you'd better cut out that stuff

about the murder cases, you know.

And get Mr. Vanderbogart
on the phone right away.

Have a chocolate cream.

Uh-uh, I'm on a diet.

But if you've got a cigarette.

Sure, there they are, help yourself.

- Thanks.
- Mrs. Simon on the phone.

- Oh, give me a minute.
- Sure.

Hello, darling.

Yes, I just got in.

How are you, sweetheart?

That's good.

That's Mrs. Simon.

She's one of the 400s, you know.

Yes, I've seen her picture
in the Sunday section.

Oh, he worships the ground she walks on.

She's got two children too.

You know, from her first marriage.

And talk about spoiled kids.

And let me tell you something else...

(buzzer sounds) She goes...

Simon and Tedesco.

Why don't you come in
and have lunch with me?

Any time.

That'll be fine.

All right, darling.

Good bye, sweetheart.

What a wonderful woman that is.

Here she is, my wife.

Yeah, you showed it to me the last time.

Hm... (buzzer sounds)

Mr. Vanderbogart on number 2.

There's Schyler's lawyer now!

Good morning, Mr. Vanderbogart.

Any word for me about the little lady

in the breech-of-promise case?

I don't think 10,000 would be

acceptable to my client-

- I should say not!

Frankly, I don't think I could

conscientiously advise her to take it.

As a matter of fact, she's sitting here in

my office and I don't mind telling you...

She's taking this thing
very much to heart.

Well, Schyler met her at a
nightclub not in a convent.

Well, it might be rather embarrassing to

the Schyler family if
those letters were...

Two days? Yes, I can wait two days.

Thank you.

Good bye, Mr. Vanderbogart.

Give my regards to Mr. Woodrich.

Ten thousand, so that's
what they expect me to take?

Well, they seem to think
you'd been a little indiscreet

before you met Schyler.

What did they expect for $10,000?

I think they'll pay twenty.

Call me up in two or three days.

All right, I'll give you a ring.

That's my idea of a
nice, sweet little girl.

Is that Chapman woman waiting?

Yes, and Mrs. Becker.

Well, let me get rid of Chapman first.

Mrs. Richter on the phone.

Hmmm...

Hello, Mrs. Richter.

How's the baby's cough?

Oh, that's fine.

Well, I've got some good news for you.

How much do you think I got?

Better than that.

A thousand a week.

Say, kid, that's some run
you've got in your stocking.

Where?

Oh, gee.

Now, wouldn't that give you a pain?

And I just put them on clean this morning.

I'll buy a new pair if you
let me put them on for you.

Say, listen, one more crack like that

out of you and you'll get
a good smack in the face.

Get hot, get hot.

Well, just remember, that's all.

Yes, Miss Gordon?

Alrighty. Mr. Simon will
see you now, Mrs. Chapman.

All right, Mrs. Richter.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't mention it.

How much of a retainer did we get

from Mrs. Richter?

Twenty-five hundred.

Yes?

As soon as the agreement is signed,

send her a bill for five thousand.

I want her to get it while
she's still grateful.

Come in.

That's all right, ma'am.

I was delighted to be
able to get it for you.

Good bye.

Have Weinberg get busy on that agreement.

Come in, Isadora, sit down.

Hello, George, darling.

I thought you were never going to see me.

I've been pretty busy.

What's on your mind, anything special?

No, nothing special.

I just came to tell you how wonderful

it is to be a free woman again
and to have a little chat.

Well, I have a lot of clients waiting-

- Oh, let them wait.

Hm.

Please, lady.

Just a little while now, Mrs. Becker.

Thanks, Henry.

Mr. Weinberg, Mr. Simon wants you to get

that Richter separation
agreement out right away.

All right, I'll dictate
it this afternoon.

Thank you. I - Miss Gordon.

Well?

Won't you change your
mind about going to

the concert tonight?

I've already told you I
don't care to go, Mr. Weinberg.

Why is my society so distasteful to you?

It isn't that, I just
don't care to go, that's all.

I suppose if the great G.S. asked you,

you wouldn't refuse.

Please keep your remarks to yourself.

Don't forget about that
agreement, Mr. Weinberg.

♪ Just break the news to Mother ♪

♪ Tell her how much I love her ♪

♪ There'll never be another ♪

♪ Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

Oh, George, after all
those wonderful things

you said about me to the jury.

It made me feel that you were the only man

who ever really understood me.

Well, anyway, I understand juries.

Why are you so cold to me?

Oh, George, dear, I've grown
so terribly fond of you.

Say, what the...

What's the idea of this anyway?

I was engaged to defend
you on the charge of

murdering your husband.

There's nothing in the
retainer requires me to

make love to you.

Shut your mouth, you...

That's the way out. Good morning.

Why do you leave me alone with that woman?

I thought it might
be something personal.

Personal? Phooey!

That's the last one of
those female murder cases

I'll ever handle.

All right, I'll see Mrs. Becker now.

Hello, John, are you alone?

Hey, listen, I just got a
hot tip from Washington.

The Supreme Court's
reversing the Lower Court

in the Golf Coast Utilities case.

No, neither did I.

Say, let's take a little
flyer on the stock.

Five thousand shares?

Fifty-fifty. All right,
keep it under your hat.

I'll telephone Joe Fisherman right away.

Hello, get me Joe Fisherman, please.

All right, Mrs. Becker,
Mr. Simon will see you now.

Thank you.

Mr. Fisherman, please.

Hello, Mr. Fisherman, one moment, please,

Mr. Simon calling.

Mr. Fisherman, Mr. Simon.

Alrighty, go ahead.

Yes?

Would you please tell Mr. Simon that.

Mr. Roy Darwin would like to see him?

Have you an appointment?

Why, no, I haven't.

Well, just a moment, please, I'll tell

his secretary you're here.
Thanks.

Yeah, that's right.

No, no information, just
a hunch, that's all.

I know it's a rotten stock.

Well, if I lose, I only
got myself to blame.

All right, Joe.

And listen, don't buy it all in one block.

Okay, so long.

Hello, Mrs. Becker, glad to see you,

come right in.

Good morning, Counsellor.

Sit down, sit down. Gee, you look fine.

How's your husband?

You mean Troy?

He's already dead six years.

Oh, that's terrible.

Who's looking after you now?

When my boy Harry is
working, everything is alright.

Is Harry old enough to work?

The last time I saw him,
he was in a baby carriage.

How is he, a good boy?

Yes, he's a good boy.

Only all the time he's
getting into trouble.

What kind of trouble, with girls?

No, no, Counsellor.

Only all the time he's making speeches.

There should be in America a revolution.

What do you mean?

Harry goes around making
communist speeches?

All the time.

And yesterday he's making
in the Union Square

a speech, a policeman comes, and hits him

with such a club in the
head and then they put him

in the Police Station.

- Is he arrested?
- Yes.

Counsellor, you wouldn't let them send

my boy to prison. (Crying)

Oh, now, don't worry, don't worry.

We won't let them take him to prison.

You just leave everything to me.

Oh, Counsellor, every
night I'm going to say

for you a prayer.

Oh, here, here, Mama Becker.

Why, we're old friends.

Don't you remember we used to live

in the same house together?

Here, here, take this.

No, no, I couldn't take it.

Take it, take it.

Buy yourself some groceries.

Thanks, Counsellor, thanks.

Just this way, Mrs. Becker.

Thank you, Lady.

Oh, no, thank you, really.

Please. Please, you take.

Well, thank you very much.

Good bye.

That's a fine joke, that is.

The cops beat up a kid for making

a speech then they arrest him.

Say, listen, Rexy, this
is what I want you to do.

Have somebody go bail for him and find out

the name of the assistant
district attorney in charge.

Yes, sir.

Here's your tuna on
rye and chocolate malted.

Thanks, Charlie, did you tell him to put

a lot of Russian dressing on it?

[Charlie] Yeah, he smeared it on plenty.

[Elevator attendant] Going up.

No, down.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand that, but...

I don't see how I can handle it.

You can't expect me to represent

the principal creditor in a proceeding

in which my partner's the receiver.

Sit down.

I don't have to think it over.

Why?

Because that isn't the way I
practice law, Mr. Littlefield.

It's absolutely final.

I can have nothing to do with it.

So am I, good bye, sir.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Darwin.

Oh, I'm in no great hurry.

Excuse me, Mr. Crayfield
is here to see you.

I'll see him in a few minutes.

Pardon me, but was
that Rigsby Crayfield?

Yes, it is.

Well, I don't mean to be impertinent,

but I understand that you've

been retained for the purpose of breaking

Edward Crayfield's will.

I'm sorry, but afraid I can't discuss-

- Of course not.

You see, this will contest would involve.

Edward's widow in rather
a painful scandal.

She's a first cousin if mine
and a friend of Cora's too.

My wife would be the last
person in the world, Mr. Darwin,

to expect me to give up an important case

because she happens to
be a friend of one of

the interested parties.

I'm sorry I can't oblige you.

Well, if you can't, you can't.

Oh, by the way, I wonder if you could help

me out of a temporary embarrassment.

You see, I happen to be rather

a heavy holder of Amalgamated Zinc,

and I've just learned
that the miserable beggars

have gone out past their
quarterly dividend.

So for the moment, you see, ...

How much do you need?

Oh, a couple of thousand or so.

I guess we can manage that.

Well, thanks very much.

Come in tomorrow morning.

My secretary will have a check for you.

Oh, well, so long, old man.

- Good bye.
- Thanks very much.

Not at all.

Shall I tell Mr.
Crayfield to come in how?

Yeah.

Make out a check for $2,000
to the order of Roy Darwin.

And a promissory note
payable in three months.

Yes, sir.

How much, of a bill did I
tell you to send Mrs. Richter?

$5,000.

No, you'd better make it $7,500.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Cora!

Why, hello, Roy, what
are you doing here?

Why, there was something I wanted to

talk over with George.

You know, the Crayfield matter.

Oh, yes, Wilma called
me up this morning,

she's in a terrible state.

Yes, I know, but George
is absolutely firm.

Think how awful it
would be for poor Wilma.

Tell me, Cora, is George really
going to Europe with you?

Yes.

Well, when am I going to see you?

Why, I don't know exactly.

Can't we have tea some time?

- Yes.
- Today.

Oh, not today, I'm
having tea with Wilma.

Oh, can't I join you?

Well, all right.

Four at the Plaza?

All right.

- Au revoir then.
- Au revoir.

Down, please.

Good morning, Miss Gordon.

Good morning, Mrs. Simon.

Mr. Simon is busy with a client,

but I'll tell him you're here.

No, never mind, I have
several phone calls to make.

Hello, Arthur.

Will you take the board
now, I want to get my lunch.

Aw, come on!

Is Mr. Simon busy, please?

Yes, he is. Would anyone else do?

I'll wait for him.

He may be busy for quite a while.

Oh, that's all right, I can wait.

I got plenty time.

All right, take a seat.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Morell of the French Line?

Just a minute, please.

Mr. Morell?

This is Mrs. George Simon.

I want to inquire if our suite on the

lie-de-France has a serving pantry.

It has? Well, thank you.

And I wish you to arrange to have

a steward named Marcel LeBon.

LeBon, that's right.

He served me several times before

and I prefer to have someone who's

familiar with my requirements.

Thank you.

Excuse me, madam, ain't
you Mr. Simon's mother?

Yes.

I'm Charlie McFadden.

I used to be the help at
the bar or the plumber

over on 3rd Ave.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, what do you think of that?

Sit down, Mr. McFadden.

Say, you don't look a day older

than the last time I saw you.

Oh, you're a darling.

Well, I got my health, thank God,

and my boy gives me every comfort.

He's a prince among
men, that's what he is.

Yes, that's what he is, Mr. McFadden.

I guess you know what
he done for me, don't you?

Oh, I know how to mind my
own business, Mr. McFadden.

You know, I was nothing but a jailbird.

- Tsk tsk tsk.
- Yes, sure!

I met him on the street
one day, and he says to me:

"Charlie, if you go straight,

I'll give you a job in the office."

So, I took him at his word and here

I've been for four years now.

- Yes?
- Process server.

And now and again I do a little

private detective work.

You see, I've got ways
of finding things out.

Well, what do you think of that?

Wherefore, said contestants
pray that said document

purporting to be the
last will and testament

of Edward Crayfield, be
not admitted to probate.

That's all.

Leave everything else, go and
get those papers back to me

for correction just as soon as you can.

Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Crayfield, I've got to...

I've got to ask you some
rather intimate questions.

Certainly.

County clerk Peter J.
Malone to see Mr. Simon.

Yes, sir, just take a seat, Mr. Malone.

All right.

[Arthur] County Court
Malone to see Mr. Simon.

Just a few minutes, Mr. Malone.

Okay.

What's the matter, Mr. Malone,

don't you remember your old friend?

Well, will you look who's sitting there.

Why, I didn't see you at all.

What's the matter, did I shrink

too much you couldn't see me?

No, I thought it was a
young girl sitting there.

You're not one of them
expensive Park Avenue

divorce cases of George's?

Yes, you're a fine one, you are.

Why, I ain't seen you
since the Dewey Parade.

How are you anyhow?

Oh, I'm fine.

And about you I don't have to ask.

Yeah, quite a bay window.

Well, we're all a
little better off today

than in the old days in Yonkers.

I'll say we are, me driving a truck

and you running a little bakery

and George selling papers.

Say, you ought to be mighty proud

of your son, Mrs. Simon.

Excuse me, madam, are
you Mr. Simon's mother?

Yes.

Oh, I'll tell him you're here.

I didn't know who you were.

That's alright, I can
wait, I got plenty time.

Looks like an absolutely tight case.

She'll have those papers
out in about half an hour.

I'll send them right over to your office.

Thank you.

Good bye, Mr. Simon.

Good bye, Mr. Richter.

Hello, George!

Hello, Pete, how...

Hello, Mama!

I didn't know you were here.

Why didn't you tell me
my mother was waiting?

Very sorry, Mr. Simon, I didn't know

the lady was your mother.

Going out for his bar examination,

can't even announce a caller.

Go ahead, Mama.

Come in, Pete.

No, I got a call to make.

Where's a phone I can use?

Right there in the library.

See Mr. Malone gets his number.

Yes, sir. What number is
it you want, Mr. Malone?

I want the Capitol in Albany.

Yes, sir.

Ma, you coming down to
the boat to see us off?

Fine. All right, see you then.

Hello, darling.

Hello, George.

Come right in.

Well, I still have one
or two phone calls to make.

All right, sweetheart, come
in whenever you're through.

Gee, you smell good.

You know, Georgie, that's
a nice girl that Miss Gordon.

Uh-huh.

How is it a fine girl
like that doesn't find

herself a husband?

I don't know, Mama.

Have a piece of candy.

No, thanks, Georgie.

They're good.

Georgie, you'll spoil your
lunch gnashing like that.

How can one piece of
candy spoil my lunch?

Now, Georgie!

Say, Mama, remember Sarah
Becker from 2nd Avenue?

Becker, Becker?

Sure, her husband had a pushcart

on the corner of Houston Street.

Oh, yes, of course, of course.

They had a little baby with the red curls.

Little Harry.

Little Harry. That's
the one, little Harry.

Well, little Harry's been
getting himself into trouble

going around making communist speeches.

What, that little baby?

I can't believe it.

What a nar you are, Mama.

He wouldn't stay a little
baby all these years.

Yes. Yes.

Excuse me a moment, Miss
Gordon, do you mind?

Certainly.

[Cora] Now what did you say, Helen?

No. No, no, tell me all about it now.

Listen, Georgie, I got
to talk to you something.

What's the matter, Mama, anything wrong?

Don't you feel all right?

Of course I'm feeling alright, Georgie,

you mustn't worry about me.

Listen, Georgie, you
promise you won't be angry?

I wouldn't be angry, Mama.

What is it?

Listen, Georgie...

Davy called me up this morning.

Well?

Well, you said you wouldn't be angry.

I'm not angry.

Sure, you're not
angry, you're not angry!

What is it?

Well, he's in trouble,
he needs a little help.

I bet he does.

What does he need it for this time?

A check came back from the bank.

You mean he slipped someone a bum check.

No, no, he just made a little
mistake with his balance.

Yes, he did.

He's just a dirty crook that's what he is.

Georgie, is that a way
to talk about your brother?

A fine brother he is.

All he does is one rotten
crooked thing after the other,

the gonner. I'm through with him!

Georgie, please, be a good
boy, it's the last time-

- Oh, how many times have I heard that?

That louse boob gives
me more headaches than

all the rest of my practice put together.

I'm supposed to be an
important lawyer around here.

People from all families come and think

I'm doing them a favor if
I accept their retainers.

It's a fine thing for me, isn't it,

to have a brother that gets
pinched in gambling raids,

annoying women in the subways,

passing out rubber checks.

It won't happen again.

No, I've done all I'm going to do.

Georgie, for me!

No, I'm through!

Georgie, you know I wouldn't ask-

- No, no-

- Now, Georgie, please-
- No!

Sorry, I didn't know you were busy.

That's all right,
darling, come right in.

How do you do, Mrs. Simon?

I'm very well, thank you, and you?

I'm well, thanks.

Will you excuse me a
minute, I'll be right back.

Say, Rexy, write down that Mrs. Becker's

address for my mother.

How are you getting along?

Is that all you've done?

What's been holding you up?

Come on, come on, we can't keep.

Crayfield waiting all day.

We promised him this
stuff in half an hour.

And your children, are they well too?

Yes, quite well, thanks.

Well, I'm glad that
Georgie is going to have

a little vacation.

He works so hard.

Yes, too hard, in fact.

He always worked hard,
since he was a little boy.

Always working and studying
and trying to better himself.

Well, I think I'll go home now.

But maybe I'll see you again
before you go to Europe.

Well, I hope so.

But in case I don't,

I hope you have a
wonderful trip, in peace.

Take good care of my Georgie.

I'll do my best.

- Good bye.
- Good bye.

How do you do, Mrs. Simon.

Oh, hello, Miss Gordon.

Going, Mama?

Yes, Georgie.

Give my mother that address, Rexy.

Good bye, Mama.

Good bye, Georgie.

Take a taxi uptown.

Oh, the bus is good enough.

- Georgie!
- Huh?

Please, don't forget what I asked you.

Okay.

Here's the address.

Thanks.

My but you're looking well.

Oh, I can't complain.

I'm not getting any younger,

but otherwise I'm fine.

I'm coming up to pay you
a little visit real soon.

Oh, that's going to be very, very nice.

Come any time.

I don't go out so very often.

Good bye.

- Good bye.
- Good bye.

George, you're not thinking seriously

of trying to break that
Crayfield will, are you?

Yes, darling, very seriously.

But George, I can't
understand why you want to

have anything to do with
such a scandalous case.

Because there's a
hundred-thousand dollar fee in it.

But you don't need the money.

And think of what it would
do to poor Wilma Crayfield.

She's been a friend of mine for years.

Why, she's even dined at our house.

Well, so have hundreds of other people.

Does that mean I can't take any case

that involves their interest?

That's a pretty high price to pay

for having people to dinner.

Well, at least you would have made

a magnanimous gesture.

I should say so.

A hundred thousand dollars.

That's not the way law
is practiced, darling.

Well, I don't see why it isn't possible

to practice law like a gentleman.

Hm, I never laid any
claims to being a gentleman.

The last time I crossed the
Atlantic was in a steerage.

I didn't mean it that way.

Heavens, George, nobody
admires you more than I do

for all the handicaps you've overcome.

I guess I gave a good demonstration

of that, didn't I, when
I made that runaway

marriage with you.

Remember I told you from the start

I wasn't good enough for you.

You see, it's a little
embarrassing for me

having your name always associated with

these sensational cases.

Darling, the last
thing in the world I want

to do is to cause you any embarrassment.

Listen, sweetheart, would
it make you any happier

if I dropped the Crayfield case entirely?

(buzzer sounds)

Take this letter to
Rigsby Crayfield, Rexy.

My dear Mr. Crayfield,
I regret to inform you

it will be impossible
for me to represent you

in the matter of the probate of the will

of Edward Crayfield.

My reasons for withdrawing from the case

have nothing to do with
the merits of your claim

but are of a purely personal nature,

the, um... details of which
I shall not burden you with.

I'm enclosing herewith all the papers

of the matter of which
kindly acknowledge receipt.

Regretting any inconvenience I may

have caused you, I am, etc, etc...

Get that right out and send it

over by a messenger.

[Cora] Thank you, George.

Well, darling, you'll
make a gentleman of me yet.

Do I rate a kiss?

No, no, I can't.

What?

Well, just a minute, I'll ask the mayor

if it's alright with him.

Is it alright with you, Your Honor?

Yeah, the mayor says it's okay with him.

Alright.

I'm going to lunch.

Alright, beautiful, can you be reached

at the automat?

You're very funny, I don't think.

Oh, Miss Gordon, please
phone to the Margrey

and say that I'm on my way

and that I want a table for two?

Certainly.

Hello, Pete, what's on your mind?

Wipe the paint off your mouth.

What?

I've just been kissing my wife.

Well, I'm glad there's
some that still do.

Pete, I'm glad you came
in, there's something

I want to talk to you about.

You know, I think John
Tedesco has a Supreme Court

nomination coming to him.

What?

Why not, he's worked mighty hard

for the organization John has.

I know, but there's been
a lot of bellyaching lately

about keeping the bench out of politics.

We gotta get A-1 men.

Now, if it was you, George.

Nothing doing, Pete, what
would I want to be a judge for?

I'd get corns sitting up
there all day on my bottom.

John ain't so hot on
the legal end, is he?

Neither am I.

But I got a young Harvard boy

in the office named Weinberg,

he can be John's secretary.

And believe me, he'll hand down opinions

that'll give the court of appeals

an inferiority complex.

Well, I'll think it over.

Maybe we can work it.

Tell you why I came in, George.

You know my brother Ed,

the warden up at Auburn.

Sure.

Well, he tipped me off to something

that I think you ought to know.

Do you remember handling a case for

a fellow named Breitstein?

Sure I remember.

Johan Breitstein, a German boy.

I defended him on a larceny charge,

got him an acquittal.

Was there something about an alibi?

Yeah, he had an airtight alibi.

Well, it seems there was a fellow

named Whitey Kushman...

who was mixed up in the case,

is that right?

Yeah, he established the alibi

for Breitstein.

Well, this Kushman is
doing a stretch up at Auburn.

And according to my brother Ed,

he's been giving one of the members

of the parole board, a
lawyer by the name of

Francis Clark Baird, some
song and dance about the alibi

in the Breitstein case being framed up.

What do you mean framed up?

I'm just telling you what Ed told me

over the phone last night.

He says he's got a hunch that Baird

would like to get something on you.

Sure he would, I've
licked him to a failure

over half a dozen cases.

What's Baird got to do with this?

Ain't he on the grievance committee

of the Bar Association too?

Yeah, I think he is.

Well, that's what Ed said.

Baird thinks he can cook up some

kind of a disbarment
proceeding against you

out of this Breitstein case.

Oh, he does, does he,
well let him try it,

what do I care, he's got nothing on me.

Well, that's what I told Ed.

George is too smart a boy, I says,

to let himself get mixed
up with anything like that.

Francis Clark Baird.

He and the rest of those
silk-stocking babies

in the Bar Association have
been gunning for me for years,

but they haven't got anything on me yet.

No, and they never will.

Disbar me on a crook's deposition eh?

That's a hot one, that is.

Well, it's just like I told Ed.

Those guys that came over on the Mayflower

don't like to see the boys from 2nd Avenue

sitting in the high places.

They've had their knives out for me

for a long time too.

Ha, but it's me that has the laugh

when the votes are counted.

Well, George, I just wanted

to give you the lowdown.

Thanks for tipping me off.

Keep the change.

So long, Pete.

Salaam Alaikum.

(loud thud)

Rexy, I want you to
get a hold of a fellow

named Johan Breitstein.

I defended him eight or nine
years ago on a larceny charge.

The last I heard of him he was an usher

at the Capital Theater.

See if you can trace him.

Get him in here as soon as possible.

Let everything else go till
you locate him, understand?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to lunch with Mrs. Simon.

Have McFadden help you.

Yes, sir.

Hello, give me the
Capital Theater, please.

[Elevator Attendant] Twenty-seven out.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Simon and Tedesco.

Bessie ain't here.

She's taking a rest.

No, she's laying down.

I don't know.

She ain't feeling so good today.

What?

Well, how should I know?

Here, Bessie, something
to quiet your nerves.

Does it taste bad?

No, drink it, it'll
make you feel better.

Oh, I hate taking stuff.

You'd better go home, Bessie.

No, I'm alright.

Good morning.

What's the matter, something wrong?

Bessie had a little
shock and it upset her.

Better jump into a
taxi, Bessie, and go home.

No, I'm alright, Mr.
Simon, I'm going back

to the board now.

Listen, if you're not
alright, I want you to go home.

No, I'm alright, honest I am.

Thanks, Miss Gordon.

Get me Francis Clark Baird.

What's the matter with her?

She saw someone jump out the
window of an office building.

Gee, that's awful.

Imagine anyone doing a thing like that.

Well, if you're tired
of living, I guess it's

as good a way out as any.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Why are you so morbid all of a sudden,

don't you feel well or something?

Yes, of course, I'm just
talking nonsense, that's all.

Is Breitstein here?

Yes, sir, he's waiting outside.

Have him come in.

I'll take this. Hello!

Hello, Mr. Baird?

When do you expect him?

Well, aren't you likely to hear from him

some time during the day?

Mr. Breitstein, Mr.
Simon will see you now.

[Mr. Breitstein] Thanks.

It's all very indefinite, isn't it?

Yeah, good bye.

You'd think he could afford a more

convincing liar than that.

Well, where's Breitstein,
isn't he coming in?

Yes, sir.

Hello, Mr. Simon.

Hello, Breitstein, how are you?

Glad to see you, sit
down, how've you been?

I'm fine, Mr. Simon,
I've got a good job now.

I'll tell you why I
asked you to come in.

Have a cigarette, or a cigar?

Thanks, I'll take a cigarette.

Breitstein, has anybody
been talking to you lately

about that case of yours?

Why, no, Mr. Simon, they haven't.

Nobody approached you,
asked you any questions?

No, sir, why, is anything wrong?

The reason I sent for you
is to put you on your guard.

I hear this fellow Kushman's
been doing some talking.

Kushman?

Yeah, you know, your
old pal, Whitey Kushman,

who established the alibi for you.

Why, he's up at Auburn doing
20 years for manslaughter.

I know it, but he's been telling people

we cooked up that alibi.

Gee-whiz.

Does that mean they're going
to come after me again?

Yeah, they're likely to.

Holy smoke, Mr. Simon,
what am I going to do?

Don't get excited, Breitstein, baby.

Everything will be all right if you do

just as I tell you to do.

Sure, I will, Mr. Simon.

Gee-whiz, I've got a wife
and family now, Mr. Simon.

I don't know what I'd do-

- What you've got to do is
to stick by that alibi story.

- Understand?
- Yes, sure.

Whatever you say.

And, um...

I'll do the best I
can for you, but we've

got to stick together, Breitstein.

It may just happen that somebody'd try

and make trouble for me too.

For you, Mr. Simon?

Yeah, I took an awful
chance getting you out

of that jam you were in.

Gosh, Mr. Simon, I don't want you

to get in any trouble on account of me.

Everything I've got I owe to you.

If it weren't for you, I'd be in for life.

I'd go through fire and water for you.

All right, Breitstein, thanks.

I knew I could count on you.

If anyone questions you, just stick

to your story and act dumb.

You betcha.

And do you think everything's
going to be alright?

Well, I hope it is.

Why, don't you?

Oh, yes, sure.

- Only I was just thinking
- What?

I was thinking in case they looked up

the hospital records.

What hospital records.

The hospital records of Whitey Kushman.

What hospital records of Whi...

What are you talking about?

Well, you know, the day it happened,

the day he said I was in his house?

Yeah?

Well, he was in the hospital.

You mean the day you
robbed the bathhouse,

Whitey Kushman was in the hospital?

Yes, Mr. Simon.

Are you sure of this, Breitstein?

Yes, sir, I thought
you knew all about it.

- I never even heard of it!
- Holy!

Wow!

Hm, I gotta think about this.

What hospital was it, do you know?

I think it was the
Polyclinic, Mr. Simon.

Well, I may have to
ask you to come in again.

- Good bye.
- Good bye, Mr. Simon.

I hope everything's going to be alright.

Yeah, so do I.

(tapping on glass)
- Come in.

Here's that list of your

separation agreement, Miss Gordon.

Thank you.

Aren't you feeling well today?

Yes, of course.

You don't look very well.

I wish you wouldn't worry so
much about me, Mr. Weinberg.

You might as well be civil to me.

Everywhere else I go people

treat me with civility.

I try to be civil to
everybody, Mr. Weinberg,

but I can't sit here all
day talking about nothing,

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Hello?

Oh, just a moment, Mrs. Simon.

Mrs. Simon on the wire.

Listen, dear, I've got
a little bad news for you.

I'm afraid I'll have to
postpone the trip to Europe.

I can't tell you exactly
over the telephone.

Why don't you come in?

Well, that's all right, bring them along.

That's fine.

All right, good bye, sweetheart.

[John Voice Over] Yes, George?

Hey, John, I want to talk
to you about something,

can I come right over?

[John Voice Over] Certainly, George.

Rexy.

[Rexy Voice Over] Yes, sir.

I'm going across town for a few minutes.

When Mrs. Simon comes, tell
her I'll be right back.

[Rexy Voice Over] All right, sir.

Good morning, Counsellor.

Can't see you now, you'll have to wait.

Yeah, all right, I'll
call you back later.

Well, George?

Listen, John, I'm in a bad spot.

You know Francis Clark Baird, don't you?

Yeah.

A cornerstone of the Union League

and they're going to break me.

What do you mean he's
got something on you?

Well, I once helped a kid out of a jam

by putting over a fake alibi.

You what?

I'll tell you how it happened.

A fellow named Breitstein had stolen

some money from a bathhouse locker.

I'd known the kid and
his family for years.

I advised him to plead guilty

and get off with a couple of months.

Then I discovered that Breitstein

was the fourth offender under conviction

and a life sentence.

I didn't know what to do.

Finally he said he could get a fellow

named Whitey Kushman to
swear he was with him

at his house in Jamaica
the day of the robbery.

I couldn't refuse, John.

I knew he'd go straight if I
got him off, and he has too.

I just couldn't see that
kid get a life sentence.

Just like a sucker I went into it.

Breitstein was just in here.

They can't do anything to him, of course.

But they got me sewed up good and proper.

This fellow Breitstein been squealing?

No, Kushman.

He's doing a stretch up at Auburn

and he spilled the whole story to Baird.

To Baird?

And Baird's promised
to help him get a parole.

And to top it off
Breitstein just told me that

Whitey Kushman was in the
hospital the day of the robbery.

Gee!

Can you see what that does to me?

When Baird puts this thing before

the grievance committee,

I can kiss my career good bye,

they'll disbar me as sure as-

Disbarment, I don't think I could face it.

No, George, I've got
to get you out of it.

Now give me some time to
think about it, will you?

That's what I want you to do, John.

Now I'll go over to the hospital
and dig up those records.

(speaking foreign language)

Who's calling, please?

Wilson and DeBurr?

One moment, please, I'll connect you

with Mr. Weinberg.

Hello, Bank of America?

Mr. Grover, please.

Simon and Tedesco calling.

Mr. Wilson?

One moment, please.

Simon and Tedesco calling.

Mr. Wilson on the line.

(knocking at door)
- Come in.

-Yes?
- Excuse me, Mr. Tedesco.

What is it, Rexy?

I don't want to be inquisitive,

but I have this feeling that Mr. Simon

is in some kind of trouble.

Is he?

Trouble, no, he's not in any trouble.

I know it's none of my business

and I shouldn't have asked.

But I just wanted to tell you

if there's anything I can do.

I guess Mr. Simon knows that, Rexy.

There's really nothing to worry about.

(buzzer sounds)

Yes?

Thank you.

Miss Gordon, will you
have lunch with me today?

I can't, I have some shopping to do.

You don't think up some clever excuses.

Well, we can't all be
clever, Mr. Weinberg.

It isn't necessary to
be sarcastic, Miss Gordon.

Really, Mr. Weinberg!

I know what your opinion of me is.

Oh, what's the use.

I'll have to ask you to
excuse me, I'm very busy.

Oh, Bessie, get me the
County Lawyers Association,

will you, please?

I'll get you a wire.

How are you, Duchess?

How do you do, Mrs. Simon?

How do you do, Bessie?

Hello, Dorothy, hello Richard.

Mr. Simon isn't in just now, Mrs. Simon,

but I think he'll be back soon.

But I can't understand
his not being here.

I'll tell Miss Gordon you're here.

Good morning, Mrs. Simon, good morning,

miss, good morning, young man.

Good morning.

Well, you sure are
grown up the two of you.

The last time I saw them, ma'am,

they were little bits of sugarplums.

People always make such original remarks

about how big you're getting.

What do they expect
you to do, get smaller?

Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Simon?

How do you do, Mr. Tedesco?

Richard, Dorothy, this is Mr. Tedesco.

Hello, Dorothy, hello, Richard.

How do you do?

Well, I didn't expect
them to be so grown up.

Alrighty.

Mrs. Simon, Miss Gordon said would you

kindly wait in Mr. Simon's office?

Thank you.

Do you mind if we wait out here, Mother?

Yes!

If you like, I shan't be long.

Have a little patience, Harry,

he's coming soon.

Goldie, Mr. Tedesco wants you,

he's in the library.

Goodness, are these the
little Simon children?

I'm Richard Dwight Junior.

And I'm Dorothy Dwight.

Oh, I guess they still
keep their father's name.

But haven't they grown, though?

Well, you're both very
nice-looking children.

Good bye.

Well, I suppose you'll be having lunch

with your father today.

Our father lives in Washington.

I mean Mr. Simon.

He's not our father.

Good morning, Mr. Darwin,
I have those papers for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, Roy.

Hello, Cora.

I always seem to be
running into you here.

Well, I had a tiresome little business

matter to dispose of.

How are you today?

You look a little disturbed.

Oh, I am.

Now George tells me he can't go to Europe.

Oh, really?

Oh, some business matter
or something has come up.

But that's George for you.

So impulsive and impetuous, but...

Heavens, I don't know why I should

bore you with my troubles.

But you know I'm interested.

Funny, you know, I've been thinking

of going to Europe myself.

- Have you, Roy?
- Hm-hmm.

Chiefly in the hope of running

into you somewhere, I confess.

That would have been very nice.

When would you be going if you did go?

Oh, in a week or ten days,

there's nothing to keep me here.

Well, if you go to La Bodinais, be sure

and motor over to Dinard and St. Malo.

Oh, um, would you mind getting
me that magazine, please?

- This?
- Yes, please.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Oh, some errand boy,
or office boy, I guess.

Would you like to be an errand boy?

Of course not, don't
ask such silly questions!

Harry, what's the matter, Harry?

Be a good boy, sit down, he's coming soon.

Will you have tea with me?

Oh, I can't today.

Tomorrow.

Well, I wasn't coming in.

Why don't you drive out to the country

and have lunch with me?

Oh, I'd love to. Is it all right?

Yes, I think so.

Oh, hello, darling.

I saw the car downstairs.

Hello, Mr. Darwin.

Hello, George.

I was just keeping Cora company

until you got back.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, darling.

It doesn't matter.

Roy, I wonder if you'd mind taking

the children to lunch.

I don't like to have them sitting

out there so long.

I don't think it's a very
good atmosphere for them.

Yes, I'd be delighted.

Are the children here?

Wait, I'll have them come in.

Don't bother, Roy will
pick them up outside.

I thought I'd like to say hello to them.

Have my son and daughter come in.

I don't have as much time to spend

with the children as I'd like to.

Shall I take them to the Biltmore?

Yes, and I'll charge you there.

Hello, strangers, I haven't seen you

for a month of Sundays.

[Both children] Hello.

How's my young lady today?

Oh, I'm all right.

Roy's going to take you
to the Biltmore for lunch.

Oh, why not the Ritz?

I like the Ritz much better.

So do.

We can make it the Ritz just as well.

All right, old dears, come along.

Good bye.

Good bye.

Good bye.

They get along pretty well
with Mr. Darwin, don't they?

I don't want to be disturbed now, Rexy.

Put Charlie on a clad and leash

for the day, I want to see to him.

Yes, sir.

Well, darling, I'm afraid
the European trip's off.

But you were so certain only yesterday

that nothing could keep you from going.

I know it, but...

Darling, I'm in trouble.

The worst trouble I've ever
been in in my whole life.

Why, what is it, George?

I'm threatened with disbarment.

How perfectly awful.

No, I don't think I'll
go out to lunch today.

Yeah, I know, but I think I'd better

give my stomach a rest.

Oh, I'll just send out for a
chocolate malted or something.

Wait a minute.

Hello? Yes, Miss Gordon, I'll tell him

just as soon as he comes in.

I'm on my way to the
Surrogate's Court and lunch.

Did you hear what I said, Greta Garbo?

Yeah, I heard you,
I heard you, go ahead.

I can hardly bear to tear myself

away from you.

Here's a little present for you.

Say, quit it, will you, huh?

Aw, just a fresh mug in the office here,

putting things down my back.

Yeah, I know, they never can
keep their hands to themselves.

Why, darling, I never would
have had a night's sleep

if I'd let that boy go
up the river for life.

Of course I'm perfectly willing

to accept your explanation, but...

Frankly there's something
extremely distasteful to me

about the atmosphere of the whole thing.

This association with
thieves and perjurors,

and now this scandal.

There will be a scandal, I'm sure.

I'll try and spare
you all I can, darling.

How am I going to face my friends,

what are they going to say?

Do they mean more to you than I do?

Oh, that isn't the point.

It's something deeply vital to you.

Your career, your reputation
and all the rest of it.

But what am I to do?

Flutter about pathetically
in the background

in an atmosphere of
scandal and recrimination?

No. No, I can't.

The best thing for me to do is
to go to Europe as I planned.

If this thing blows over,
and let's hope it will,

you can join me abroad later.

You mean you're going to walk out on me?

That's very unfair of you, George.

That implies I'm deserting you when you

need me and you know that isn't so.

Well it was just at a time
like this that I thought

I'd like to have you around, that's all.

Well, isn't that a
little bit selfish, George?

I assure you that if I could
see how giving up my trip

could possibly help you
out of your difficulty,

I'd do it in a minute.

But you know it couldn't.

Yes, sure, forget about it, darling,

it was just a foolish idea of mine,

you're perfectly right.

I'll have to fight this thing

out by myself.

Well, if you think of any
way in which I can be helpful-

- I'll let you know, thanks, darling.

Well, I really must run now.

Dorothy and I are due at
the hairdresser's at two.

Au revoir, George.

And I do hope everything's
going to be all right.

We'll see.

Good bye, darling.

Well, the first thing
you know it all ended

up in a terrible fight.

Wait a minute, Gracie.

Say, Charlie, Mr. Simon
wants you right away.

Hello, Gracie.

Yeah, that's the whole trouble.

As soon as he gets a couple

of drinks in him, he gets nasty.

(knocking at door)

Come in.

Excuse me, chief. Bessie
says you was asking for me.

Yeah, say, listen, Charlie.

Come in, come in.

Listen, there's a lawyer by the
name of Francis Clark Baird.

Sure, I know him.

Well, I want you to see what
you can find out about him.

You want him shadowed, is that it?

I want to know just
how he spends his time,

who his friends are and
where he goes nights.

I get you, chief.

All right, get right
on the job, Charlie.

Spend whatever's necessary
and keep it under your hat.

Leave it to me, chief, mum's the word.

Shine 'em up, boss?

- Not now, Joe.
- After lunch?

Oh, wait a minute, come on in.

You might as well do it now.

Sure, boss.

Do you want to see Mrs. Becker

and her son now?

Are they still here?

Tell them to come back tomorrow.

They've been waiting a long time.

All right, I'll see them.

Oh, wait a minute!

Just have the boy come in.

I can talk to him better if he hasn't got

his mother here to sympathize with him.

Hey, boss, I hear you're going
to take a nice little trip.

Yeah, sure.

And you're going to take
the missus along too, huh?

Oh, I guess, come on, Joe,

make it snappy, will you?

Yes, boss.

(door slams)

Sit down, Becker.

And listen to what I got to say.

Hm, they did beat you up, didn't they?

Are you badly hurt?

I'm alright.

Well, maybe this will
be a lesson to you.

The only reason I'm helping you is not

because I have any sympathy for you,

I think you're just a silly kid.

But I've known your mother ever since

you were wearing diapers.

She's a good, honest, hard-working woman,

that's why I'm doing this, understand?

Well, what's the matter, can't you talk?

You can talk plenty in Union Square.

I can talk when there's need to talk.

I'm glad to hear it.

Now listen.

I spoke with the assistant
district attorney.

He's agreed to accept a plea of guilty

and ask the court to give
you a suspended sentence.

That means you're all right as long

as you keep your mouth shut.

I won't plead guilty and
I won't keep my mouth shut!

Oh, you won't, won't you?

As long as I'm representing you, you'll

be guided by my advice, understand?

I never asked you to represent me.

That's a fine way to
talk to me, isn't it?

You know that I put up bail
for you out of my own pocket?

Oh, I care. Keep your
charity for your parasites.

Here, what the...

Come on, Joe, get out of here.

Good bye, boss.

All right, now that you
haven't got an audience,

let's cut off the soap-box stuff,

I know just how you feel about it.

I'm used to making grandstand

plays for my juries myself.

Now, you gotta promise me to keep

quiet with this communistic talk.

Listen, Simon, you
can't make me keep quiet.

If the cossacks wanna beat
me up, let them do it.

What do you mean cossacks,
this is America, not Russia.

It's worse than Russia
ever was under the czar.

What do you know about
Russia under the czar,

were you ever there?

I was born in a steerage.

Yeah?

Well, you got better meals
coming over than I did.

You know what's the matter with you,

you're very young and you
got a lot of crazy ideas.

Now, I'm gonna give you
some good, practical advice.

I don't want your advice,
your help, or your friendship.

You and I have nothing in common.

I'm on one side of the class war

and you're on the other.

Oh, stop talking like an idiot.

Do you think I was born with
a silver spoon in my mouth?

I began life in the same
gutter that you did.

Why, you wouldn't have the
guts to go through one tenth

of what I went through to get where I am.

You and your cossacks and your class wars.

Do you think I don't know what it means

to sweat and freeze and go hungry?

Don't come around me with any of that

half-baked communistic bull
and expect me to fall for it.

Oh, shut up, Simon!

How did you get where you are?

I'll tell you.

By betraying your own class, that's how.

By climbing on the backs of
the working class, that's how.

Getting in right with
bourgeois politicians

and crooked corporations that feed on

the blood and the sweat of the workers!

That's enough!

No, it's not enough!

I'm going to tell you what
you are, Counsellor Simon,

sitting here in your Fifth Avenue office

with a bootblack at your feet and a lot of

white-collar slaves running
your errands for you.

You're a renegade and a cheap prostitute,

that's what you are!

You and your cars, and
your country estate,

and your kept parasite of a wife!

Shut up!

No, I won't shut up!

I'll say it again!

Your kept parasite of a wife

and her two pampered brats!

That's enough!

Go on, hit me!

Beat me up. I'm used to it.

I like it.

I'd like to be beaten up by comrade Simon

of the working class, who sits
rolling in wealth and luxury

while millions of us brothers starve!

You dirty traitor, you!

- Mr. Simon.
- Yeah?

It's time to leave.

Your luncheon appointment
with Senator Wells.

Oh, yeah.

Time to leave.

Excuse me, Mr. Simon.

What is it?

Is there anything wrong?

Of course not, why should there

be anything wrong?

Because if there were
anything I could do.

You can mind your own business,

that's what you could do.

Simon and Tedesco.

Who's calling, please?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Simon.

No, ma'am, he hasn't come back

from Washington yet, I'll
connect you with Miss Gordon.

Mrs. Simon calling Miss Gordon.

Alrighty, go ahead.

Bessie, is Mr. Simon busy?

He's been out of town, Charlie,

but Miss Gordon's expecting him soon.

Well, let me know the
minute he gets here.

Okay.

Well, he may have gone right from

Pennsylvania Station to the pier.

No, I haven't heard from him all day,

but I know he's planning to see you off.

How soon will you be at

the pier, Mrs. Simon?

And you sail at six.

All right, I'll tell him.

Good bye. Oh, I hope you have

a pleasant trip.

I hope you fall overboard.

(knocking at door) Come in.

Simon and Tedesco.

Mr. Simon is out of town.

I don't know, but do you want

to talk to Miss Gordon?

Alrighty, go ahead.

Hello?

Hello, one moment, please.

(indistinct)

May be reached Monday.

Hello, George.

Run along, Goldie,

I'll give you the rest later.

Well?

Well, Pete Malone and I
just got back from Washington.

Did you see his nibs?

Sure, we saw him.

He's not going to do
anything about it, John.

He's not? Yellow mutt.

Did you tell him if it
hadn't been for you,

he wouldn't be where he is today?

Don't you know whenever you give

anybody a helping hand,

he always turns around and kicks

you in the pants?

Yeah? Oh, just a minute.

Rexy wants to talk to you, George.

Yeah?

Oh, she's on her way to the steamer,

but I don't think she'll be
there for a half hour yet.

Have a taxi ready for
me in about 15 minutes.

Oh, did you arrange about

the books and flowers?

Fresh flowers every day,

did they understand that?

Yeah, that's all.

No, John, there's not a chance-

- You're not licked yet, George.

You've got to-

- I don't believe in kidding myself.

Between us we've done we've tried

everything that could be tried.

And now I'm licked, I'm finished,

through, kaput.

I'm about ready to quit anyway.

Why shouldn't I?

Why shouldn't I thumb my nose at the whole

lot of them and walk right out of here?

You're Crazy!

Why am I crazy?

Let them disbar me, what do I care?

I'll spend the rest of
my life enjoying myself.

You'd be sick of it in a year.

Why would I?

The world's a big place.

When I get tired of sightseeing,

I could settle down somewhere.

Get out in the sun a lot.

I could take up golf maybe.

Probably be the best thing in the...

Aw, you're right, John, a year?

I'd go nuts in six months.

[John] Forget all about
that, will you, George?

What am I going to do, John?

How am I going to spend
the rest of my life?

I'm no golf player, and I don't know

an ace from a king.

I don't even know how to get drunk.

All I know is work.

Take work away from me and what am I?

A car without a motor.

A living corpse.

Now listen, take my advice
and get some sleep tonight.

Why don't you lie down and take a nap now?

No, I gotta go down to the
boat say good bye to Cora.

It's pretty hard on her, John.

A woman with her background

married to a lawyer who
gets himself kicked out

of his profession.

- George.
- What?

I know, old man, thanks.

[Bessie] Who is calling, please?

Good afternoon.

Mr. Weinberg, Surrogate
Court calling you.

All right, I'll take it in the library.

One moment, please, I'll
connect you with Mr. Weinberg.

Time for me to leave?

No, you still have a few minutes.

Do you want to go over your mail?

- No, let it wait.
-Yes?

Charlie McFadden wants to
see you about something.

I don't want to see him now.

- Not now, Bessie.
- Alrighty.

No, Charlie, you can't see him now.

But I got to see him.

I'm just telling you
what Miss Gordon said.

But, I...

Mr. Fisherman called up and said he sold

your Golf Coast Utilities
at 28 and a quarter.

Twenty-eight and a quarter?

That's 12 points profit.

Tell Mr. Tedesco he's made $10,000.

Anything else?

No, I put off everything else.

Oh, Mr. Simon.

Well?

I called up the Bellevue
Hospital to inquire

about that young communist, Harry Becker.

Oh, how's he getting along?

He died early this morning
of a cerebral hemorrhage.

He died?

It's awful, isn't it?

That's terrible.

Listen, Rexy, I'll tell
you what I want you to do.

Arrange to have me pay for the funeral.

Oh, and send his mother a check for $500.

What do you know about that?

Dead.

A young boy like that.

Well, maybe he's better off.

In his own eyes he died a hero

and a martyr to a cause.

That's better than living to be old

and ending your days in disgrace.

What are you crying about.

Nothing.

He's better off where he is.

I'm not crying about him.

What are you crying about?

What's the matter with you lately?

There's nothing the matter with me.

Don't you feel well?

Yes, of course I do.

Perhaps you've been working to hard.

Maybe you need a little vacation.

No, no, I don't need a vacation.

I'll be going away soon myself.

You got a good, long rest.

I don't want to rest.

I'll get a cab for you now.

Wait a minute.

Hello?

Alrighty.

Hello, doorman, hold a cab for Mr. Simon.

Say, that was nothing.

Can you imagine what
happened to me the other day?

Well, I was on the way to the office, see,

and a man jumped out of
about the 12th-story window

almost right in front of my eyes.

Yeah.

Mr. Bellini, please, Mr. Tedesco calling.

Mr. Bellini? One moment, please,

Mr. Tedesco calling.

Mr. Bellini, Mr. Tedesco, alrighty,

go ahead.

Now, Charlie...

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, chief, can
I see you for a minute?

Not now, I told you.

I've got some news for you.

What kind of news.

About our friend down the street.

What do you mean, Baird?

That's him.

Found out something about him?

I'll say I have.

What is it, Charlie, what is it?

He's leading a double life.

What do you mean he's
leading a double life?

Wait till I tell you, chief.

You remember me telling you the other day

how I found out he was always making

business trips to Philadelphia?

Well?

Yesterday, off he goes
to Pennsylvania Station

and boards a train for Philly
with me right behind him.

But he gets out there at
the station, he hops a taxi,

I hears him tell the driver Germantown.

So I grabs another hack and
tells the driver to follow him.

Well, we're going along great.

But all of a sudden we
get into a traffic jam

and by the time they get it
straightened out, we loses him.

Is that all?

My, no, that's just the beginning.

Well, go ahead, go ahead.

Well, I goes back to the station,

hangs around, waiting to
see when the other cab's

going to come back again.

After waiting about three hours,

sure enough, back it comes.

Was Baird in it?

No, sir, he wasn't.

Well, go on!

Well, I gets talking
to the driver of the cab,

I asks him if he remembers
taking a party out to Germantown,

he says he does and he thinks the address

was Sycamore Drive.

But he can't remember the number.

Well?

Excuse me, Mr. Simon,
the taxi is waiting.

Tell him to wait.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Well, he takes me off to Sycamore Drive,

but he can't remember
just which house it is.

So I starts getting acquainted and asking

a few questions around.

It's kind of a quiet family neighborhood

with mostly one- or two-family hou-

- What did you find out, Charlie,

what did you find out?

Well, I asked them if
there was any gentleman

came around calling
answering to the description

of our friend Mr. Baird.

Why, yes, says a fellow that runs

a little cigar store there.

That sounds like the uncle of little.

Mrs. Allen over at 1217.

She's a poor little widow woman,

and all the kindred kin she has

in the whole world is an
old uncle from Pittsburgh

that comes to see her.

Pittsburgh?

According to this fellow.

Go ahead, go ahead.

So I strolls over to
1217, and it's dark by now.

And I looks into the window.

And there sits the little widow, sitting,

having supper with a kid.

A pretty little youngster he is, too.

Was Baird there?

No, sir, he wasn't.

Well, what the...

What is all this?

Wait a minute, chief.

I ain't done yet.

Go on, go on!

So I says to meself, that little lady

don't look like no niece to me.

And as for the kid, he's the spitting

image of old man Baird.

Do you call that evidence?

No, sir.

Go on, Charlie.

Well, I hangs around.

But there's nothing to be
done until everybody's in bed.

So I goes away and I has a feeling.

And I takes in a movie.

And along about 2 o'clock in the morning,

I go back to 1217 and take
a look inside the house.

What do you mean, you
broke into the house?

I wouldn't want to admit that, chief.

What did you do a thing like that for?

Don't worry about it,
chief, it was an easy job.

I ain't as much out of
practice as I thought I'd be.

Well, what did you find out?

Well, I figured there'd
be letters from him.

And there was.

You mean...

You mean you found letters
from Baird to this woman?

Yes, sir, a whole stack of them.

Where are they, what did they say?

They're right here.

And they're all about
how much he loves her,

and about how she don't have
to worry about her future

or the kid's future if you just keep mum.

Holy...

Why, this is a clear
admission of the paternity

of the child!

And here's his picture
and the kid's picture

taken together.

It was in a frame on her dresser.

I didn't think you'd want the frame.

It was sort of a big fancy leather-

- Young Frankie!

So that's what the old
bird's been up to, eh?

Is that what you wanted, chief?

Sure, this is worth a
million dollars to me!

Only you were a darn fool to go

break into that house.

Oh, it was the least I
could do for you, chief,

after all you've done for me.

Young Frankie!

So that's how the Pilgrim Fathers
signed their love letters!

Mr. Simon, you really should go now.

No, I can't go now.

Get me Francis Clark Baird
on the phone right away.

If you don't need me now, chief,

I'll be going on home.

I didn't get much sleep last night.

All right, Charlie, go ahead.

Come in and see me in the morning.

What was that address, Sycamore Drive?

1217.

Keep it under your hat.

Oh, I've given my word.

[Rexy] Mr. Baird is busy
and can't be disturbed.

- Is that his secretary?
- Yes, sir.

Hold her there, I want to talk to her.

Hello, Mr. Baird's secretary?

This Mr. Simon speaking, Mr. George Simon.

Mr. Baird's busy, he can't be disturbed?

I see.

Well, will you take a
message for him, please?

Thanks.

Tell him a client of mine
is very much interested

in the property at 1217
Sycamore Drive, Germantown.

No, Germantown.

Yes, Germantown, Pennsylvania.

Yes, that's right.

I'll be here for half an hour if he wants

to call back, thank you!

Rexy, if he calls up, put him right on.

John!

Come right in, I got some hot news!

But Mrs. Simon's boat sails at six.

Listen, Rexy, call
up the French Line pier

and tell them to connect
you with the steamer.

Get a hold of Mrs. Simon and tell her...

Forget all about that.

Take this note.

"Darling, don't sail."

I may be able to sail with you myself

in three or four days.

Phone me the instant you get this and

have your luggage taken off the boat.

"Hastily, and happily" Get that right out

and send it by a messenger in a taxi cab.

Wait a minute!

Get Charlie McFadden to take it.

He can help Mrs. Simon off the boat

and with her luggage.

Young Frankie!

John! I got him, I got
him just where I want him,

the old son of a...

Look at that! Look at Papa!

(knocking at door)
- Come in.

Was you asking for me, Miss Gordon?

Yes, yes, take this down
to the French Line pier,

give this to Mrs. Simon
personally and help her

off the boat with her baggage.

You don't have a minute to spare.

Oh, don't worry yourself about me,

I'll make it to the boat.
All right.

Simon and Tedesco.

For Mr. Weinberg, right.

I'd like to see Mr. Simon, please.

(laughing)

Look at this...

Look at this one.

Excuse me, Mr. Baird, Mr. Simon.

Oh, I'll talk to him.

No, he's outside.

What do you mean, he's
there in the office?

Yes, sir.

[Bessie] Hello? Alrighty.

Mr. Simon's busy just now, Mr. Baird,

but if you'd care to sit down and wait,

he'll see you in just a little while.

Well, is he likely to be busy long?

He didn't say, but I
don't think he'll be long.

Well, I'll wait.

I'm going for the day.

Good night. Good night, Goldie.

Hello, Henry?

Say, listen, Henry, will you take

the board like a nice boy?

I've got some shopping to do

before the stores close.

Aw, come on, I'll do something

nice for you some day.

Thanks, Henry, you're a nice kid.

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Baird?

How do you do?

I guess you don't remember me,

I'm Mr. Simon's partner, John Tedesco.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Tell me, do you think Mr.
Simon will be free soon?

Why, I really couldn't say.

Does he know you're here?

Yes, he does.

That is, I assume he does.

[Bessie] Oh, yes he does, Mr. Tedesco.

Oh, he does?

Well, then I'm sure he'll see you soon.

Well, glad to have seen you again,

Mr. Baird, good bye.

Oh, Henry, come ahead, will you,

I gotta go!

Yes, what about me, when do I get home?

Oh, they'll all be going home

in a few minutes.

Oh, there's some chocolate there

if you want to.

I don't want no chocolate.

Mr. Baird, Mr. Simon will see you now.

Thank you.

It's the first door to the right.

Thank you!

(knocking on door)
- Come in.

Henry, when Mrs. Simon
calls, put her on my wire.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Miss Gordon.

Are you going up on the el tonight?

No, I'm not.

Well, good night.

Going for the day, Mr. Weinberg?

- Yes.
- Good night.

Wait a minute, Cleopatra.

I can't, I'm in a hurry.

Well, can't my chauffeur drop

you somewhere?

Say, quit it, will ya?

Can't you keep your hands to yourself?

Good night, Oswald.

Oh, if Peggy Joyce calls me, I can

be reached in my box at the opera.

Good evening, Mrs. Simon.

Good evening, is my son still here?

I think there's somebody
in there with him.

Oh, that's alright, I can wait,

I got plenty time.

But I'll tell Miss Gordon you're here.

All right.

Hello, Miss Gordon, Mr.
Simon's mother is here.

Thank you.

Are you going to be a lawyer too?

Oh, I don't know.

My son began just like you.

When he was 13 years old he was

office boy for $4 a week.

Four dollars?

Gee, I started with 12
and I'm getting 15 now.

Yes, $4 he started with, and today

he's the biggest lawyer in New York.

- Gee.
- Hello, Mrs. Simon.

Hello, Miss Gordon.

I can't disturb Mr. Simon now,

but I don't think he'll be very long.

That's alright. Miss Gordon,

he's feeling alright, is he?

Yes, as far as I know.

Over the telephone he sounded so blue,

I was worried about him.

Well, if there's anything wrong,

he hasn't told me.

After you, Mr. Baird.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Hello, Mama, what are you doing here?

Hi, Georgie.

Oh, Mr. Baird, I want
you to meet my mother.

How do you do, Mrs. Simon?

She's a regular old shrew, Mr. Baird,

if I don't behave myself,

she comes after me with a rolling pin.

Now, Georgie, how can
you talk such foolishness?

Will you pardon me,
I really must be going.

All right, Mr. Baird, thanks for coming.

Why don't you drop in some time

and have lunch with me?

Thank you, good day, Mrs. Simon.

- [Mrs. Simon] Good bye.
- Good day.

There's my pal.

Francis Clark Baird!

One of the finest, handsomest,

blue-blooded stuffed-shirts
I ever met in my life.

What's the matter with you, Georgie?

I'm just feeling good, Mama,

I never felt so good in my life!

How about a little dance.

Come on, lady, give me a dance.

Now, Georgie, Georgie,
are you verklempt?

Fine dancer you are.

Geo-

- Go on, kid, I don't want you anymore.

But you're expecting
a call from Mrs. Simon.

That's all right, I'll
take the call myself.

Go on, beat it.

Yes, sir.

And here!

Blow yourself to the ballgame Sunday.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Simon.

Good night, Mr. Simon.

Good night. Go on home.

Oh, I'm in no hurry.

Go on home, I said!

Oh, good night, Mrs. Simon.

Good night, Miss Gordon.

Georgie, why do you act crazy?

I just feel good, I tell...

Can't I feel good if I want to?

Yes, I'm, glad you're
feeling good, but...

Gee, that's a swell
hat, is that a new hat?

Yes, of course, two
years ago it was new.

I never saw...

Wait a minute!

That must be Cora now.

Hello, hello, darling.

Listen, darling, I've
got some wonderful news.

You know, the Baird matter,
it's over and fixed up.

I knew you would be.

You're off the boat all right?

You only got ten minutes?

Didn't you get my note?

I know, I told you I could sail with you

in three or four days.

I know, but you can get off

the boat in time.

We'll have a little celebration tonight,

just the two of us.

What do you mean, you don't want to?

Oh, I see.

Oh, sure, I wouldn't want you
to do anything unreasonable.

No, it's all right.

No, no, it's all right.

Well, have a wonderful trip.

Good bye.

Georgie...

What is it, Mama, what do you want?

Something is wrong, Georgie, tell me.

I told you, there's nothing wrong!

Maybe I can help you.

You can help me by going home,

that's how you can help.

All right, if you
want me to go, I'll go.

Good bye, Georgie.

And please, take care of yourself.

Good bye, Mama, stop worrying about me,

will you, I'm all right.

What are you doing here,

I told you to go home.

I just wanted to make sure there was

nothing else you wanted.

No, there isn't.

I want you to go home.

Yes, sir.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hello, 9246?

I want to speak to Mr. Roy Darwin, please.

Oh, is that so?

When did he sail?

At six o'clock this evening, you mean?

I see...

Hello, just a minute.

Do you happen to know
what boat he's sailing on?

Thank you.

Oh, hello, George.

Well, is everything all right?

What's the matter?

I thought everybody had gone.

Sure, everything's all right.

Well, I'm happy about it.

You must be like a new man.

Yeah, I do. I feel fine.

Well, I'm sure glad it's all over.

Did you get Cora?

No, I couldn't get her.

Then she sailed. That's too bad.

Yeah, she sailed, I couldn't get her.

Well, you can send her a radiogram.

That's what I'm going to do,

send her a radiogram.

You look all in, George.

Come on, let me take you home.

No, thanks old man, I
got a couple of things

to do before I leave.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

- Yeah.
- Good night.

Good night.

(screaming)

What do you want?

Didn't I tell you to go home?

You've been spying on me,

that's what you've been doing!

I have not...

Stop lying, what do
you mean by spying on me?

I met Mr. Tedesco in the hall, he said you

were still here, I was so worried.

Oh, my God!

Oh, shut up!

Get out or I'll break your g...

Answer that thing. Can't you even

answer that phone?

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, I'll see if he's still here.

Who's calling, please?

It's Mr. Theodore Wingdale, the president

of the American Steel Company.

Tell him to go to the devil.

Shall I say you're not in?

I don't care what you say.

I'm afraid he's gone, Mr. Wingdale.

Well, just a moment.

He says it's a matter of life and death.

Oh, tell him...

Is that Wingdale himself?

Yes, sir.

Well, tell him...

Oh... I'll talk to him myself.

Hello, Mr. Wingdale?

George Simon speaking.

Yes, she just got me as I was

walking in the elevator.

What's the trouble?

Huh?

Is that so?

Yes.

Have the police been there?

Don't make any statement and don't

let the boy do any talking either.

I'll be up there in about an hour...

Wait a minute.

Wait till I get that address.

Turn on the lights, Rexy.

All right, go ahead, Mr. Wingdale.

Positive?

Yeah... I got it.

I'll be up there before eight.

Oh, wait a minute!

You haven't consulted any other

lawyer about this, have you?

All right, don't mention it.

Good bye.

That was Wingdale!

President of the American Steel Company.

His son had a quarrel with his wife

this afternoon and shot her dead!

Can you imagine what a case that's

gonna be? It's gonna knock...

Come on! We gotta get on the job.

Are you ready?

Yes, sir!

We'll grab a sandwich on the way up now!

Hey, wait a minute, going down!

I forgot my hat, never mind.

Come on, listen!

As soon as we get to the house

this is what you got to remember...

(gentle music)