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Chicago Examiner - POLICE KILLER HE IS SANE, HE MUST DIE

THURSDAY, JUNE 6, 1929

Appeal to Earl Williams denied; execution set for tomorrow

Hey, Jacobi!

Fat.

Don't make so much noise. There are people trying to work here.

Go to hell!

There is no respect for the press.

- Do you play or not? - Yes.

- Initial bet. - It's okay.

Why the hell don't we buy new letters among all?

I don't win a hand since the Leopold and Lobe case in 1924.

The jack bets.

- Five cents. - Pay.

Possible ladder. Possible color. Jack and eight, a pair of sevens.

- Possible shit. - Sevens bet five cents.

Five? No. I go up to ten cents.

Gaylord Schwartz, Riverboat gambler, I'll raise you ten more.

For me it's 25 cents, right?

- I don't want letters. - I will pay.

- Why doesn't anyone answer the phone? - It's the Examiner's phone number.

Color.

Criminal courts, press room.

No, Hildy Johnson is not here.

Queen.

Hello, Mr. Burns. No, Hildy hasn't arrived yet.

Of course you do, Mr. Burns. I'll tell him as soon as he arrives.

It's the third time he's called Walter Burns.

Where do you think Hildy is?

Maybe he spent the night at Madame Chow's house.

They say she brought new women from San Francisco.

I could go for some sweet and sour pork right now.

- Enough talk. Jacks bet. - I'll give it to the Chinese gourmet.

25 cents.

- Call me stupid. - Coward.

This place smells like the municipal garbage dump. How can they breathe here?

- Bensinger, news on the execution? - Did you talk to the Sheriff?

Why are they not available? your own stories?

Who used my towel?

And where is my toilet paper? How many times did I tell you...?

Calm. Calm.

Why don't they bring your own toilet paper?

Use the journals where you write.

Double pair, jacks the highest.

- Look and cry, three three. - He beats me.

- Here you are, Bensinger. - Hey, it's dark pink.

I only used four pieces. Count them.

They're a bunch of damn gypsies.

This is Bensinger, congratulate me with an editor.

Take your time.

Marty, is that you?

"News on hanging by Earl Williams."

Yes, the execution will still be at 7:00 in the morning.

"The authorities are prepared for an uprising of extremists."

This is Murphy. Give me an editor.

"Custody was increased around from the prison, from the municipal building...

"from the train terminals and elevated stations."

News about the Williams case.

Sheriff Hartman hired 200 more relatives...

to protect the city from the Red Army, which will leave Moscow in minutes.

I bet 10 cents.

This is what the condemned man asked for like last meal...

Shrimp salad with Thousand Island dressing...

roast beef, Brussels sprouts, apple pie and malted milk.

"As his last meal Williams will receive...

"the 95 cent menu of the day from a seedy diner."

"At 9:00 p.m., Williams will be examined by another psychologist...

"Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer, by request of the Friends of Liberty in America."

Eggelhofer.

Yes, he is from Vienna. It's in my article this morning.

wrote the book Masturbation and antisocial behavior.

The poor devil They will hang up in the morning...

and a doctor wants to know if it was played when I was five years old.

- Pair of aces. - More later.

- 50 cents. - Wait a minute. Won't they give me a letter?

Pay.

Press room.

No, Mr. Burns, Hildy hasn't shown up yet.

No, we didn't know anything...

That unfortunate son of a bitch! Who does he think he is?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you.

Well, look, if Hildy shows up...

Would you be so kind...

to tell that unfortunate son of a bitch come here?

Thank you.

Were you lucky?

I searched speakeasies and in gambling dens.

I looked in the Turkish bath. I didn't find Hildy.

He calls the Department of Health, Maybe they picked it up from a sewer.

You better see in the hospitals or in the morgue.

It would be typical of that clown who I died on the eve of an execution.

What do you think of those headlines?

Which one do you like?

They are all horrible.

The problem is that you cannot do a lot with a hanging.

If we had the electric chair in this state...

We would have a lot of fabric to cut.

"Williams hot!"

"Fr�en Williams."

"Williams cooked alive."

Come here Give me your hand

My baby told me that she loves me

Mr. Johnson, how glad I am. Mr. Burns has looked everywhere for him.

Congratulate me, come here Give me your hand

Is it a holiday or something?

- Look at it. - The Prince of Wales.

Congratulate me I'm in love

Where the hell have you been?

Well, let's see. I got a haircut, I had a manicure, I shopped.

- Hello, Duffy. - Clear.

Why did you dress like that? You won't cover a polo match...

You will cover an execution.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Tomorrow, you and I will have this city on embers.

Every damn newspaper will say Same damn thing about execution.

But we will anticipate.

Because, do you know what goes there? A photo of Williams hanging.

A photo?

For the first time. An Examiner exclusive.

What are you talking about? That is prohibited.

- You can't take a camera there. -Who will know?

Look, I had this built specially.

You hook it on your ankle, you pass the cable under your pants.

You make a hole in your pocket.

As soon as Williams falls through the hatch...

you lift your pants and you press the button. Clever, right?

Strange things always occur to you.

At 7:00 the guy kicks the bucket, At 7:03 you leave the prison...

there will be an ambulance waiting for you with dark room and typewriter.

They leave with the siren on.

While you write the article, they will reveal the negative.

At 7:22 we give the photo to the recorder and we start passing your article.

At 7:56, we re-platted the front page.

At 8:12 we start printing...

and at 8:47 we are on the street with an extra edition. What do you think?

Walter, they will give you the Pulitzer Prize or a year in prison.

We're both in this together.

What I want is about 1,200 words. You know, a lot of atmosphere.

With the cold and gray dawn and a voice on death row...

singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, and the body winding in the wind.

- I don't have to tell you. - Anything else?

Yes. I need some last words of Williams climbing the 13 steps.

Something shocking. Invent them if required.

Do you want some last words? I'll give you some. I quit.

A guy who's going to be hanged? No. I wouldn't say that.

- Not Williams, me. I quit. - What?

I'm resigning. Right now.

It's the Tribune, right? They've been wanting to rob you for years.

I will not work for the Tribune...

Of course not. Nobody abandons Walter Burns.

Not for any other newspaper. I am going to marry.

Getting married? What the hell for? You were already married.

What a marriage. I didn't even make it to the honeymoon...

because you made me get off the train to cover up a homicide.

That's why you are a first-class journalist. You are in the right place at the right time.

But never in my house. Not even for Christmas, nor for our anniversary.

When she was sick in the hospital and she almost died, I was...

covering the damn Monkey Trial.

It's not going to happen again, Walter. Not this time.

It's okay, Hildy. If you want to try again, that's fine.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

First you cover the execution, then you can get married.

Take the weekend. Don't come back until Monday.

On Monday he will be in Philadelphia.

We'll take the midnight train, Tomorrow afternoon we get married...

with her family and everything, and everyone.

On Monday I start working for his uncle in advertising.

- In advertising? - I give up on this scam. I will straighten up.

Do you mean that you are going to write garbage like...

"I would walk a kilometer for a Camel" or "Soon, Henry the Flit"?

That's right. For $150 per week.

For God's sake, Hildy. You are a journalist...

not a faggot who writes poetry about corporios and laxatives.

It's fixed. We have 300 extra bobbins for tomorrow.

All St. Paul students They will miss school.

We'll cover Chicago like a storm.

Goodbye, Duffy. Take care of diabetes.

Walter, I had a great time.

- What do you mean by that? - Let us. She is getting married.

With club hostess Hotsy Totsy?

You missed him by far. � she this she is a class lady.

From Philadelphia. She studied to be a pianist.

Where the hell did you meet a pianist?

She well, actually, she is a widow.

Her husband had a meltdown in a Packard.

It was new, it only had 30 km. And to stay...

she plays the organ in the cinema Balaban and Katz.

- The one in the center. - Yes. We've been dating for three months.

Wow, why didn't you tell me? I would have thrown you a farewell party.

No. I already know your farewell parties.

When Ben Hecht left for Hollywood you sedated him at the party.

Four of us had to put him on the train.

Look at it now. Sitting under those damn palm trees...

writing dialogues for Rin Tin Tin.

What's wrong with you?

They are traitors, all of them.

If it's not Hollywood, it's Broadway or Paris.

They want to write the great novel United States. Being Scott Fitzgerald. God!

And now you sell yourself too.

The last real journalist What's left for me here?

Don't try to convince me, friend.

When you interviewed Williams on death row...

circulation rose to 75,000.

It was your story from the beginning.

- You can't leave now. - No? Look at me.

Because rain or shine...

will be on the train midnight to Philadelphia.

He's fine, you ungrateful son of a bitch. I gave you a job when you were nobody...

and you covered Polish weddings in the South.

He taught you everything he knew.

And now that I need you you stab me in the back.

Well I can take to the most novice journalist...

and make it better journalist than you.

Prepare another antacid.

Get out of here, you miserable rascal and traitor.

Well, as long as there are no hard feelings.

- Are you seriously going to let him go? - No way.

Marry a woman from Philadelphia who plays the organ, God forbid.

LON CHANEY "THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA"

IN PERSON - PEGGY GRANT TO THE ORGAN

THE UNIVERSAL NEWS THE NEWS

COMMANDER BYRD RETURNED FROM ANTARCTIC

On his return from the South Pole Commander Richard E. Byrd...

received a tumultuous welcome in New York.

Joseph Stalin reviews to the military power of Russia...

marching by Lenin's grave in Red Square.

- Miss. Grant? -Yes?

Can I talk to you? My name is Fishbein, Otto Fishbein.

If you are an entertainment agent, do not bother. I will retire.

Nothing of that.

I am a supervising officer.

Supervising officer?

What is it about?

We have found out...

that you plan to get married with a certain Hildebrand Johnson...

also known as Hildy Johnson.

And?

Well, that's fine. but we understand who plan to move to Philadelphia.

- Is there a problem with that? - Yes.

He can't leave Chicago. He must report every week.

- Why? - He is on parole.

Why?

Didn't he tell you?

- Well, I don't blame him. - What are you talking about?

She don't get nervous. It is not really a criminal, he is just sick.

- Sick? - Well, not all the time.

But she occasionally feels that crazy need.

Mr. Fishbein, I'm not an innocent girl. I was married before.

What exactly did Hildy do?

If she had done it in dark alleys or deserted squares, well...

we would have had compassion for him.

But the last time It happened in broad daylight...

at the Art Institute of Chicago.

For God's sake, what happened?

There was a group of 16 schoolgirls out for a walk...

and there he was in the top of the stairs...

with the raincoat on him, and it wasn't even raining.

Is that a crime?

Do you know what he was wearing underneath? Shoes and socks.

- And? - That's all.

We always see exhibitionists like him. "Ma'am, look!"

I don't believe it.

We have a file this thick.

Poor Hildy.

I'd be in jail now If it weren't for your editor...

- that Walter something. - Walter Burns?

Yes, yes.

He pulled many strings in court.

That's what I call a real friend.

It must be Hildy.

What do I tell you?

Don't waste your saliva. I will deny everything.

If I were you, I'd go back to Philadelphia and I would forget about him.

Without even saying goodbye?

- hello? - Hello, baby.

Your dream lover speaks, very eager to see you.

I just wanted to see how you were doing. I had a very hectic afternoon.

Where were you? At the Art Museum?

What Art Museum?

I went to the office to tell Walter Burns that he could take his job and...

Then I looked for the rings, the bills train and almost finished packing.

Did you remember to pack your raincoat?

Who packs a raincoat? I'll carry it on my arm, just in case.

Just in case?

Hildy, you don't need a wife, you need a doctor.

I'm so sorry for you...

but I couldn't live with that kind of problem.

Well said. Now hang up.

Honey, what's wrong? I don't understand you. What did I do?

Your supervising officer is here with me.

Supervising officer? I don't know any officers...

"He said what?"

Me? Wait a minute, honey.

Wait.

What does this guy look like? It doesn't matter. I will describe it to you.

1.90 m, huge feet, small eyes and evil, and a cucumber nose, right?

Do you want to know who that is?

Honey, you won't believe it. It's Walter Burns, that cheating son of a...

Well, I'd better go. I have other cases to attend to.

Wait a minute. Hildy wants to talk to you.

Not now. I have to take care of the newsstand.

We say that because we always He walks through the schoolyards.

Take.

Hello. This is Fishbein.

Fishbein? Listen to me, lousy baboon. Start wearing pants of steel...

because when I see you, I'll kick you in the ass.

Come on, Hildy. You used to tolerate jokes before devoting yourself to advertising.

You are the most vile and despicable...

You would ruin my marriage to support me in your seedy diary.

Hildy, I'm just asking you to postpone it. for 24 hours.

It just covers the execution for me.

It wouldn't even cover the last supper for you...

even if it was in the pool from the Ambassador East hotel.

Now put down that phone and let me talk to my girl.

It's okay. The exhibitionist wants to talk to him.

-What he did was very vile. - It was for your own good, believe me.

I loved a gravedigger, to a card dealer...

or a thief, but never marry a journalist.

That's why I made him resign.

Can't make an old dog change the hands.

- He will be like a fish out of water. - We'll take the risk.

It's just a warning. It's my wedding gift to you.

Dear, I'm sorry. I should have known, but it sounded so convincing.

I finish at 9:15. Will you come look for me?

Tell Hildy I wish her all the luck of the world. Oh really.

My name is Otto Fishbein.

- 10 cents. - Make it 25.

- I'm missing 25. - Too high for me.

- Can I clean here? - Yes.

No!

Queen.

Ace.

I'm losing a lot. So someone must be winning.

- I bet 10 cents. - Passed.

I pay.

A two, I can't read it.

- A pair of fours. - A pair of kings, bet 25 cents.

Leave.

- Good night. - Here you have fire.

- Give me a letter. - Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but what is the Examiner's desktop?

The what?

- This is the press room, right? - And?

I'm Rudy Keppler.

I come to cover the execution for the Examiner.

- The Examiner? - How can it be?

What happened to Hildy?

- Mr. Johnson no longer works for the newspaper. - What are you talking about?

I resigned. Is this my place?

- Did I resign? - You're kidding.

From what I hear, he is getting married and moves to Philadelphia.

- Come on, no Hildy. - I thought you were married to Walter Burns.

He will never give her a divorce.

This place won't be the same without Hildy.

Well I hope so.

He always seemed unruly to me, rude and irresponsible.

- But a great journalist. - That is not discussed.

That's why I'm so nervous. Follow in his footsteps.

You will be here with professionals like you.

- Because you went to university. - To the Faculty of Journalism?

How did they guess? To the University of Wisconsin, class of '27.

It was a good year.

We could use some young blood.

Surely yes.

-Hey, do you play poker? - My game is cribbage.

- And a little bridge. - Don't worry. We will teach you.

They are very nice. But now, Is there paper here?

Bensinger, why don't you give him of your pink thing?

I think they are being very rude with this nice young man.

I was looking for them, lazy people.

- Hello honey. - But it's Miss Mollie Malloy.

- Lets go to bed. -How are you?

Go ahead, laugh, damn you.

Mollie, what pretty roses You sent Earl Williams.

What do you want them to do with them? When will he leave?

- He said to wake him up at 7:00. - They are know-it-alls.

- You know what I think of you. - Are you going to visit your boyfriend?

It's on the other side of the patio.

Surely he would prefer to spend his last night with you than with the chaplain.

I would rip off their faces, but it's not worth it It's worth breaking my nails for you.

Would you mind introducing me to the lady?

Lady? He only smells her perfume. Fleur de Harlot.

They are all unfortunates.

Why are you angry? Didn't we make you a nice report?

I never said I loved Earl Williams...

and that she was willing to marry me on the scaffold. They invented it.

You were with that crazy man since he arrived on death row.

-Everyone knows that you are his soulmate. - That's ridiculous.

Like everything else they have written.

They call me Angel of the Causeway, a Night Madonna. Who are they fooling?

I'm a $2 whore from Division Street, and they know it.

It's true. They shouldn't let her in here.

And the love nest with Williams?

Is a lie. He never laid a hand on me.

That communist happened three days and three nights in your bed.

- Did he have that much money? - Or did you give him a special price?

The poor guy didn't even have money for a coffee.

I used to walk down Division Street handing out flyers.

He told us that capitalism exploited us and that we should organize ourselves.

So the pimps beat him up.

And there he was, lying on the sidewalk, bleeding.

With broken glasses.

So I took him to my house like any human being would have done.

-That was very charitable of him. - Yes. The new Florence Nightingale.

Of course I took care of him. And for three days and three nights...

He just talked to me.

He treated me decently, not like an animal.

You want to make me stay like a fool

Why didn't you adopt him instead of leaving him? that he goes around killing police officers?

I told him to stay away from that corner.

When they sent a police officer to kicked him out, he said it was his right.

So the police officer pointed a gun at him him and he got scared.

He just grabbed the gun and it went off. He didn't want to kill him.

Write a song.

What if the police officer had been your brother?

I wish I had been one of you, filthy bums.

What is that?

They are testing.

Testing what?

They are preparing the game of hangman For your boyfriend.

Maybe we should put some talcum powder on it in the knot so that it slides well.

My God!

Are you going to claim the body, Mollie?

Or scatter his ashes down Division Street?

I guess all the whores They will be in mourning.

Yes, they will wear black underwear.

They should be ashamed. What a shame.

A poor madman is sitting there alone with the Angel of Death at his side...

and you make jokes.

I'm surprised they don't like it lightning struck and killed all of you.

Enough of that. Go to cry somewhere else.

- Yes, get out of here. - This is the press room.

- I'm losing $4. - Come on, go.

- Let me go. - Shut up! Come on.

Hey, lady, I'm on your side.

- Liars. - Go away, slut.

Ruffians.

Gentlemen of the press?

How are you? What do you say?

Go to hell. You're like all the other lazy people.

Is that a breakup now? Am I awake now?

Or am I dreaming?

Jennie, did someone tell you that you have a beautiful ass?

- Not lately. - Well, beauty is eternal.

Stop the nonsense, Mr. Johnson. What do you want now?

I could use some ice, a soda and a couple of bottles of soda.

- I already took it. - Good.

King, seven, five, three, seven, nine six, five and a 10. The king bets.

Standing with your hands up.

This is a raid.

- Hildy. What is that they say? - Is it true?

- Did you really quit? - Look at that outfit.

What a well dressed groom.

Nobody moves to Philadelphia!

- Say it's not true. - It's all true, friends.

Two tickets to Philadelphia and two wedding rings. 18 carats.

You are seeing Mr. Don Hildebrand Johnson of Waterbury and Adams...

Advertising and Public Relations, Philadelphia, PA.

It's true.

- Only faggots advertise. - Envious.

How did Burns take it?

That cheater... Do you know what he tried to...? To hell with that.

He brings some glasses.

Look at these drinks. They are the good ones.

It's to say goodbye to the troops.

Hildy, when you leave, you leave like a king.

It's worth it. I won't have to see them Those horrible faces again.

-Let's get rid of this crap. - Yes. It was time.

�Mr. Johnson?

You probably don't remember me, but we met once in the bathroom.

- In the bathroom? Where? - In the Examiner.

I'm Rudy Keppler. Mr. Duffy sent me to replace him.

Really? And what were you doing before this?

A bit of everything. Social notes, reviews of books, covered a couple of fires.

But this is my first run.

Yes. It's okay, kid. It is also Williams' first execution.

- He stole the ice from the morgue. - Over here.

What will you have, Jennie?

- A single gin. - Careful. You're wetting the cards.

- It's about time someone washed them. - I would like soda.

Hey, friend, come with us.

- Rye liqueur, please. - Here you go, boy.

Well, Hildy, for you.

- What a lucky guy. - Have a good trip, Hildy.

And the wind that pushes you never be yours.

Very good.

Sentimental vermin, before they start falling drunk...

I have some notes here. McHugh, you owe me $5.

- I'll give them to you tomorrow. - He won't be here.

- I'll send them to you. - I bet they'll get lost in the mail.

- I'm not handsome. -Schwartz, $6.75.

- Why? - For being a bad poker player.

Hildy, for that $30. You will have to wait...

It wasn't just that my son got sick, my wife doesn't...

What $30? Forget it.

I should have known that I couldn't charge them anything.

Are you a spender now? How much will they pay you?

They won't want to know. They would die of envy.

�You are going to have one of those offices...

with carpet on the floor and a stenograph in your skirt?

My wife wouldn't want to.

- Because you will have free weekends. - And Christmas.

You will be a member of the Country Club, You will play golf and Mah Jongg...

you will have silk pajamas with your initials embroidered...

Wait. Look who's talking. Journalists.

A bunch of busybodies with dandruff on shoulders and holes in pants.

They spy through the locks, they wake people up in the middle of the night...

to ask them what they think about Aimee Semple McPherson.

They steal photos of old ladies whose daughters They are raped in Oak Park.

And for what? So that a million of shoppers have fun.

And the next day, someone wraps a dead mackerel with the foreground.

Don't criticize, Hildy.

How long will you last in your fancy job?

Within six months you can be on the street.

It will never happen. Do you know why? Because my girl's uncle...

He is the owner of that advertising agency. Final point.

Who would say it? Our Hildy will work as a nephew.

- A gigolo. - Where is your pride, your integrity?

What has journalism given me?

I don't want to end, like you will, on an editorial table.

With gray hair, a hump, half blind, begging cigarettes from errand boys.

I think I'll have a little more gin.

What do you think you're doing, friends?

They know this is wrong. It is a government building.

- Hello, Sheriff. - What do you have?

He will make the decision to lock them all up.

The state attorney wouldn't like it because he bought all this from his brother.

If you need more ice...

Here are your credentials for the execution. Tribune. Journal of Commerce.

- Post. -Only two?

I promised I would bring two of the Department of Circulation.

What do you think this is, the World Series?

Daily News. Examiner.

Here you go, Rudy. The new.

What happened? Did they finally fire him?

I retire to my country estate on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

- Well, in that case I'll have a drink. - No, it won't. Not my liquor.

- What do I do with the second credential? - Sell it like the Sheriff does.

I'm tired of you, Johnson.

When I think of the lies that you and Burns published about me...

full of gossip, insinuations and slander...

What are you talking about? We don't always call him "Honest" Pete Hartman?

Yes. �And all those things that they put around "Honest"?

Journal.

Why don't they do the execution at 5:00, so we can get to the urban edition?

You can't hang someone at that time just to please the newspapers.

- It's not nice. - No.

But they can suspend the execution so that it falls just before the election.

The Mayor and you as candidates of public order. That is nice.

I had nothing to do with it. The Governor left.

-What if there is another suspension? - Impossible.

�And if Dr. Eggelhofer discovers that Williams is insane?

Come on, you know it's just a formality to silence the agitators.

You are going to examine it in my office in a few minutes.

But I can tell you right now that Williams is as sane as I am.

- More sane. - Let's go friends.

He killed a police officer as part of a Bolshevik-anarchist conspiracy...

- to undermine our democracy. - Nonsense.

Williams is not a communist and he knows it.

He is a madman who had the bad luck to kill to a black police officer in an election year.

I want all of you to say very clearly that the death sentence of Earl Williams...

It is a death sentence for everyone. the extremists of this city.

- Not again, Pete. - The rope will reform the communists.

- Can I quote that, Sheriff? - Of course, boy.

Sheriff Hartman Vows to Reform to the communists with the rope.

That's worth a good 600,000 votes.

More than 100,000 color votes...

so when that boy is left hanging you will sing victory.

"Are you suggesting that the Mayor and I Do we speculate with the life of a man?

How glad I am to leave of this damn city.

I'm glad too, Johnson.

American. City Press.

See you friends.

Goodbye, Sheriff. I will miss it. "Honestly".

I have to find my girl. We will have dinner before boarding the train.

One for the road.

Mr. Johnson.

If you have any advice to give me...

Sure, boy.

Never end a sentence with a preposition and never ask for straight cards...

and never, but never, you stay locked up with Bensinger.

- Goodbye, Hildy. - Take care.

Send us a postcard.

If any of you go to Philadelphia, don't look for me...

because from now on I don't hang out with the mob.

Not a soul in the corner

�that is a very clear sign

That the wedding bells they are separating...

My old band of friends

The boys sing love songs

They forgot sweet Adeline

Those wedding bells are separating

My old band of friends

Can you help me again, please?

I can't cure this cold.

Yes, summer colds are the worst.

Okay, take off the handcuffs.

- Was your dinner good? - It was good, but they forgot the ketchup.

What a shame. Enters.

Earl, this is Dr. Eggelhofer. He's going to examine you.

- Hello, Doc. - Good night. Please sit down.

� he's going to stick pins in me or hit my knees with a hammer?

That's very old-fashioned. I'm just going to ask you a few questions.

- Thank you. - Mr. Williams...

is conscious What is going to happen to you tomorrow?

- They're going to hang me. -And how do you feel about it?

Well, to tell the truth, I'd be glad to get out of that cell. There is a lot of air current.

Do you see it? I told him. He is 100% sane.

Here it says that his profession is a baker.

It's true. I bake specialties.

Pretzels, breadsticks and salty doughnuts.

I worked for the same place for five years until one day they kicked me out.

- What was the reason? - I put things in fortune cookies.

- What things? - Release Sacco and Vanzetti.

- These Bolsheviks are very sneaky. -Who is a Bolshevik?

Agree with this...

you were arrested in 1925 for illegal possession of explosives.

Yes. I don't know what you will think from Wall Street, Doctor...

But I sent a shoebox to JP Morgan with a bomb inside.

And it came back due to insufficient stamping.

The entire roof of my boarding house blew off.

We should return them to the place where did they come from.

I come from Fargo, North Dakota.

Tell me, Mr. Williams, Were you unhappy in your childhood?

No. I had a perfectly normal childhood.

I see. He wanted to kill his father and sleep with his mother.

-If she is going to say obscenities... -When she went to school...

- Did he abuse himself? - No, sir. I do not believe in that.

He would never abuse me or anyone else.

I love people, I love them all.

I guess that policeman committed suicide.

Let's go back to masturbation.

Has your father ever caught you in the act?

My father was never at home. He was a train supervisor.

Very significant.

His father was wearing a uniform just like that policeman.

And when he pulled the gun from him, an obviously phallic symbol...

you thought it was your father and that he would use it to hurt his mother.

He is crazy.

Let's rebuild your thought process at the time of the crime.

- Could I borrow your gun, please? - Of course.

Stand up, Mr. Williams.

He is standing on that corner with those ruffles...

and I am the policeman. I approach you and I ask him to leave.

You refuse, I draw my gun.

Now I want you to tell me exactly what I thought...

and show me exactly what he did.

Exactly?

Wow, loneliness invades me

When I hear those chimes

Those wedding bells are separating

- What the hell is that? - Maybe there will be another party.

It must be a riot or an escape.

- Jacobi, what's wrong? - What's going on down there?

- Did someone escape? -Who was he?

Hey, fat man, what happened?

Go to hell! Alright, spread out, guys.

Watch the gate. Someone cover the west wall.

And the rest, follow me.

- Stay away from the windows. - Why the commotion?

Earl Williams escaped.

- Williams? - Heavens!

Earl Williams just escaped from jail.

- The perfect escape. - Police everywhere.

Lots of shots.

It is not known if they are from Williams or for Williams.

No, I don't know how it happened.

Beware, bullies. Pay attention to where they shoot.

- Be attentive. - I'll call later.

As soon as I get something.

- Wait. - I'm leaving here.

Hey, Keppler.

- Sir? - Aren't you going to call the office?

- Do you think it's safe? - Those guys couldn't hit anything.

I'm afraid I did something wrong. When the shooting started. In my pants.

I hope the negative hasn't gotten wet.

- Rudy, the phone. - Yes.

- What is our number? - You have a direct line.

Really?

Hello, Mr. Duffy. This is Keppler. Rudy Keppler.

Yes, I'm in the Criminal Courts...

but it seems that there will be no execution tomorrow.

As far as I know There was no suspension of the Governor.

I can't hear you, Mr. Duffy, with the shots and the sirens.

Oh wow!

Duffy, this is Hildy Johnson. Give me Walter, quick.

Pass the call over here, will you? It's Hildy.

What did I tell you? I knew that seeing us replace it...

for that brat It would be a big blow to his ego...

Look, Hildy, if you want your old job, It's too late.

I have a first class guy covering the case.

I already met him. Pure piss and vinegar.

Hey, Walter. Earl Williams just escaped from prison.

That's right. You heard me.

Wow! Stop everything in the newsroom.

Well, thanks for calling, Hildy.

I know you're in a hurry to catch the train.

God, when I think that you could have covered this case.

Don't worry, Walter. I'm in charge.

- Can I do something for you, Mr. Johnson? - Yes. Change your diapers.

What happened? How did he escape from his rubber prison?

- Stop the nonsense. - Do you have any clues?

- We need a statement, Pete. - Come on, Pete.

If you keep quiet, I will give you a statement.

Mad Dog Williams escaped shooting.

My men chased him but he escaped through the skylight.

We've searched the ceiling and nothing.

We think he must have gone down through the drain pipe.

It is still not clear what happened in his office.

I told them that Eggelhofer was asking questions politely.

Suddenly, Williams began shooting.

A bullet hit the doctor in the groin, the second one was lost...

and the third brushed my ear. One more centimeter and... My God.

What we want to know That's where Williams got the gun.

Yes, I would like to know that too.

-Did it arrive smuggled into his cell? - Under the meat and Brussels sprouts?

Is that chaplain a Methodist or a Communist?

Is it the work of external agitators?

Boys, I assure you who will follow all the clues.

Now, all the troops plus 200 special commissioners...

Make way.

- What happened in there, Doc? - Can you give us your version?

Is Williams sane or crazy?

Please, no statements no questions. I have terrible pain...

after what that crazy guy did to me.

- Back, let him pass. - Where are they taking me?

- To Passavant Hospital. To five minutes. - No.

I want to go to the Allgemeines Krankenhaus...

on Alserstrasse.

- Where is that? - In Vienna. I don't trust Yankee doctors.

He will never reach Vienna.

In that case I want a big mirror and some instruments.

I will operate myself.

Is this your first trip to the United States?

-Do you like Chicago? - Sprechen sie Yiddish?

Where did he hit it, Doc? Right at the bells of love?

There are a couple of things about that story. that bother me

Really? Well, you bother me.

He doesn't work here anymore, Johnson. I don't have to talk to him.

Jennie, can you clean my floor please? He is covered in blood.

Right away, Sheriff. Just get a new bucket.

- I have my own ideas about the escape. - Really?

I think you let it go yourself so I can vote for you on Tuesday.

Very funny.

SHERIFF

- What happened to your bucket, Jennie? -He shot him.

-Who? - That Earl Williams.

He was cleaning the office next door when it happened.

- Did you see it? - No. But I could hear what was happening.

What?

I better keep my mouth shut, because he wouldn't like it.

- To whom? - To the Sheriff. He would throw me out.

Jennie, we've been friends for a long time.

You told me that your husband could play his false teeth with a spoon...

- And who brought it to television? - Actually it shouldn't, but...

Attention all patrols, attention.

A man who responds to Earl Williams' description I addressed...

the tram goes south in Cottage Grove and Austen.

Investigate, please.

Earl Williams was seen near the Wrigley building.

Proceed there.

Here is a final report.

They saw Earl Williams in a rowboat on Lake Michigan dressed as a nun.

PASSAVANT HOSPITAL

Crazy!

Dr. Eggelhofer is on his way to Passavant Hospital to operate alone.

You heard me.

The largest police capture network of Chicago is on the North side.

The Sheriff believes that Williams will soon be captured.

Which means he has no idea. from where it is.

An aside news. I spoke with the executioner.

They will pay you your $50 even if they don't catch you to Williams.

He is play or pay. Wait, I have something coming.

- Schwartz speaks. Give me an editor. -His wife left him this.

Stuffed cabbage.

A tear gas exploded accidentally in a patrol car.

These commissioners needed attention urgent: Ted Kowalski, Philip Lustgarten...

He said not to forget bring the saucepan back.

Joe Matsburg, Wally Coogan, William Gilhooley.

The Criminal Commission offered $1,000 for the capture of Williams.

Nobody knows about the gun. Maybe the communists They parachuted her in.

How are we? Any exclusivity? It's closing time now.

- Still here? - I train the boy a little.

Rudy, the Mayor's car came in. Try to get a statement out of him.

- The Mayor appeared. - It will be explosive.

This is Hildy, give me Walter.

I forgot to tell you that I called Miss Peggy Grant.

Peggy? I forgot. Walter? Do you want to get out of here?

Walter, I have the story. It's a gem and I have the exclusive.

That's my Hildy. Do you see why I love you? Well, I hear it.

It's the escape of your dreams.

It was not a Bolshevik plan. It was all an inside job.

And guess where he got the gun from? Loaded and ready to shoot.

Damn, wait, will you?

Yes? Peggy. Hello, baby.

I'm sorry. I know I'm late.

No, I'm not getting drunk. The party is over. It's just...

For God's sake, wait a minute, Walter.

We could save time. Instead of going downtown...

Why don't you take a taxi and pick me up? in the path. What do you think?

You are so sweet.

Well, Walter, here we go.

The profound thinker of Vienna, Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer...

to prove a ridiculous theory of his...

He decided to carry out the crime again.

Naturally, he needed a weapon. Who do you think provided it?

- Don't tell me Peter B. Hartman. - That's right. "B" for brilliant.

He gave his gun to the Professor, The Professor pointed it out to Williams...

He took it out on the Professor and shot him...

- right where the money is. - Fabulous. Where is Eggelhofer now?

Well, this is what I want you to do.

Go to the hospital and get the bullet.

If the Sheriff tries to deny history...

Wait. I won't go to any hospital, nor will I steal any bullets.

There may be more news. In the meantime, get me a headline.

"Sheriff Hartman: Stalin's clown or just stupid?

If we hurry we can get to the first edition.

You don't understand, Walter. I resigned.

I gave you that story like a personal favor...

because you are a warm human being and adorable, but that's all.

My girl will pick me up in 15 minutes, goodbye to Chicago.

Goodbye to Examiner, goodbye to you.

Maniac.

The same, friend.

How is this going to affect the election? Your Ladyship?

-Will it cost you the color vote? - The public order vote?

"He's going to stand there all night" without commenting?

- No comment. - He is with the rope around his neck, Your Ladyship.

Nonsense.

The people of Chicago will not be swayed for this unfortunate incident.

They have complete confidence in their Mayor...

just as I have blind faith at Sheriff Hartman.

And I'm sure that you feel the same.

No comment.

Excuse me but we have located Williams. This time he's serious.

North Wabash, at headquarters of the Friends of Liberty in America.

One of our patrols He saw him in the alley.

Very good. Take everyone available men. Seal the area.

But remember, damn it, I want him alive.

- Understood. - There you have your story.

Wait for us, fat man.

Good, Pete. Now explain to me.

How could he escape with double guard? in the entire prison and 200 extra commissioners?

- It can happen to anyone. - It wouldn't happen to Prohaska.

I knew I should have chosen him instead of you.

Artichoke brain.

Please Herbie, I always was good supporter. I always played as a team.

We have a fundraising dinner at the Palmer House.

The important money is there.

I'm about to ask for contributions for the campaign and I receive news like that.

Calm down, Herbie. I'm done. You heard the latest news.

They have Williams. He can't escape.

How come he can't escape? He already escaped, right?

- Herbie, I personally... - Don't call me Herbie anymore.

- From now on, Your Ladyship. - Yes.

- Your Ladyship? - I'm warning you, Pete...

If you don't have Williams on the scaffold by 7:00 a.m., God help you.

Because it would be better for you to hang yourself.

Excuse me. Where is the Sheriff's office?

Over there.

- Sheriff Hartman? - In here.

My name is Plunkett. I just got back from Springfield.

- I have something for you. - What?

- From the Governor. - What about the Governor?

- A suspension for Earl Williams. - For whom?

Earl Williams.

How difficult it was to get here of the station.

There were patrol cars against hand and crossing in red.

Is this a joke?

The Governor has a commission that considers last minute appeals.

He can't do that to us.

There was a stack of letters that high and a very long telegram...

- with 4,000 signatures. -How do we know it's not fake?

It could be a communist trick.

I was next to the Governor when I signed it.

- Call the Governor. - They can not.

- Can't we? -He went fishing.

Just him, an Indian guide and a canoe. No phone or anything.

What a good time you chose to go fishing.

Excuse me.

Between us, it wasn't really fishing. Because the Indian is actually a girl.

She's not even Indian. She is from New Jersey.

Yes, Jacobi.

What? Really?

Are you sure? Herbie. Your Ladyship! Wait a minute.

It's Jacobi. They have him trapped. They have surrounded the building.

- Tell him to stay online. - Stay online.

Don't make any movement until I say.

Look, Mr. Plunkett, we cannot accept this suspension.

- Why not? - It wouldn't be legal.

We don't have Earl Williams in our custody.

- No? Where is it? - Escaped.

You saw the patrol cars. We are looking for it.

What a problem. You better call the Governor.

Can not. He went fishing. Remember?

So why doesn't he come back tomorrow morning?

Surely by then will be in our jurisdiction.

- Do you want me to spend the night in Chicago? - Any objections?

Well, none. The problem is I don't know anyone here.

Do you like Chinese food?

I'm not very hungry. I ate a sandwich on the train.

But he didn't eat a Chinese sandwich.

- I never heard that. - I will never forget it.

Ask for Madame Chow. Tell him the Green Hornet sent him.

-The Green Hornet? - And put everything on my account.

-He is very kind of him. - Not at all.

-And he can use my chopsticks. - Thank you.

Goodbye, Sheriff.

He is waiting for instructions. What are we going to do?

- Tell him to shoot to kill. - What?

I said shoot to kill.

I don't know. And the suspension? If it comes out.

Nobody suspended the policeman he killed. There was no mercy.

Do what I say.

Jacobi, are you there? Listen. Shoot to kill.

- You heard me. - Good, Sheriff.

I thought I wanted him alive. Whatever you say, Sheriff.

We know you're there, Williams.

�This is your last chance.

he throws the gun out the window and come out with your hands up.

FRIENDS of FREEDOM IN AMERICA

Or we will release gases.

New instructions. No megaphone, nor tear gas.

We will enter, and we will do so by shooting.

All ready. Come on, men!

- Leave us alone, we are the press. - We'll miss everything.

- Come on, will you? - Back.

Do you know if there is a bathroom around here?

- The future Mrs. Johnson, I imagine? - Have you waited long, darling?

Just my whole life. Sorry, I was busy.

Like the orchids of the Bahamas.

�And if we look for the suitcases and then we have dinner at the station?

Let's do it.

- Do you have the tickets? - Of course I have the tickets.

- The bottom one for you and the top one for me. - Take the one below.

Why don't we both take the one below?

- And the supervisor? -He can go upstairs.

Where, friend?

To nowhere. Stay here. What an idiot.

-Who? - I.

I forgot the rings in the press room. I hope they haven't been stolen.

Will return.

- You don't mind waiting, right? - What can bother me?

The night is young, you can smell the orchids, the taximeter runs.

FEE

I just made five cents more.

PRESS ROOM

My God.

Close the door.

- Okay, Earl, put the gun down. - I said close the door!

How the hell did you do...?

He was hanging from the ventilation duct but I couldn't take it anymore.

They hit me in the arm. Don't move!

You know they are looking for you all over Chicago?

Policemen.

You police officers are fools.

I'm not a police officer. You know me. Hildy Johnson. I interviewed you in your cell.

Ah, yes. I remember. Read every word.

"An indignant little fish fighting...

"against the waves of injustice."

I liked that.

Earl.

Duffy. This is Hildy. Give me Walter.

I don't give a shit. Call him. It is urgent.

Walter, listen.

Can you hear me, for God's sake? Hear this.

I'll only say it once: I have Earl Williams.

What's the joke? Do you have it where?

Really? Do you swear by God?

Wow! Examiner captures to Earl Williams. I'm going there.

Hurry up. I don't know how long You will be able to keep it under control.

Damn, someone knocks on the door.

One minute.

I'm coming.

- Where is he? -Who?

Earl. I hear they have him trapped. Tell me where.

I don't know. Ask at the Sheriff's office.

They don't even give me the time.

There is nothing you can do. Go home and wait.

Wait what? �The morning newspapers to read...

how they killed him like a dog those murderers?

And who will care? Not to you.

The only thing they care about is the headlines.

Hello, Mollie.

-Earl. - Thanks for the roses.

Earl, what did they do to you?

They chased me with searchlights, but he deceived them.

- We must take him to a doctor. - A doctor?

I would hand him over to the police. We don't want that.

He deceived them again. I will bleed to death until I die and they won't be able to hang me.

- No, Earl. You shouldn't talk like that. - Hold the towel, extend your arm.

It is not my clothes. It is property of the government.

They will be very upset.

-Who is it? - It's me, Peggy.

Peggy how much? I'll go right away.

Keep him quiet.

Peggy! What brings you here?

Nothing in particular. I was just passing through the neighborhood.

I didn't forget it. The taxi, below.

You may be interested to know that the taxi driver Proposed me to get marry.

When the meter reaches $10, accept.

Everything is fine. I have the rings. I need a few minutes. I wait for Walter.

- Did you mess with Burns again? - Of course not. God forbid.

Things are happening, This fell into my hands.

- As soon as Walter arrives... - Hildy, what is that?

- Nothing. - Is it a weapon?

Do not be silly. Take the taxi...

He looks for the suitcases and comes back here. I'll wait for you downstairs.

- What are you doing with a gun? - I'll explain it to you later. On the train.

On the bottom bunk.

I can not wait.

You don't have to answer this, Mollie.

- Is what the newspapers say true? - What do they say?

That you are willing to marry me on the scaffold.

Well, if it's in the newspapers, It must be true.

They would not publish a lie.

The last night in your house She was going to propose to you...

- But I could not do it. - Of course not.

Because you know how I make a living.

No. It's not you, Mollie. You are the best person I have ever met.

- It's me. I have nothing to offer you. - Earl, stay still.

I wrote a will and tell the guard. He left you everything.

A stack of books. Maybe they can give you something for them.

And one photo of my mother in a silver box...

and a souvenir pillow of Atlantic City.

Who locked the door?

- Is there anyone there? - One minute.

Open up, will you?

In here. No, it doesn't work.

Better climb on... Not with your arm like that.

- What the hell is happening? - Oh my God!

The desk!

- Hildy, we have to use the phones. - What's the problem?

- Hildy is inside and doesn't want to open. -Hey, Hildy.

- What is the idea? - Hold on. I'm coming.

Stay very quiet. Don't even breathe.

It'll be here, Earl. I won't leave you.

Damn, Mollie, you're great.

What are they trying to do, tear down the building?

- What do you play? - You do not own this office.

- Shit, we have to work. - Take care of your vocabulary.

I beg your pardon, madam.

Very cozy, with the blinds closed.

Are you practicing for your honeymoon?

- Editorial. - Did they catch Williams?

They couldn't catch even a fish in the tank.

It looks like Halloween out there. Murphy. Are you ready?

The sheriff's squad took over the headquarters of Friends of Liberty...

fired 800 ammunition.

The lows include a dispenser...

two mimeograph machines and Rufus McBride, a deaf janitor.

During the shooting, Ms. Phoebe DeWolfe, 33 years old, who watched from the front...

gave birth prematurely to a two-kilogram boy.

The stewards examined the baby to see that it wasn't Williams...

who is hiding somewhere.

What a confusion.

Now my boss is giving a costume party in San Simeon...

with Marion Davies, Ronald Coleman and Vilma Banky.

Good. Here it goes.

Special Commissioner Shulty, Sheriff's brother-in-law...

who led the search by the Wrigley building...

sent a call for urgent help.

Someone stole his patrol car.

- Editorial. - Give me an editor.

The injured janitor was taken to Passavant Hospital...

together with Dr. Eggelhofer and six commissioners affected by tear gas.

- They will open a special pavilion. - Yes.

There's no use talking to the Sheriff. He doesn't know anything about anything.

They blocked major intersections.

Until now, Three patrol cars crashed there.

The last thing. A police boat sank a rowboat on Lake Michigan.

The suspect turned out to be Sister Teresa of the Immaculate Heart.

She now rests in the Jewish Hospital.

I should have been there. All the excitement was lost.

- Really? - Everyone was very kind to me.

- They let me pay for the taxi. - You're doing well, friend.

I should have stayed here with stuffed cabbage.

What are you doing in my chair? Go fuck somewhere else.

Leave her. It's not doing any harm.

Out. Go offer your product to Division Street.

If all men were like you, I would die of hunger.

- If you don't mind, I want to talk to my office. - Do you have something good?

An exclusive interview with the janitor injured.

If I were you, I wouldn't use this phone. I would go to the corridor.

Why?

Because you are the only legitimate journalist here.

- These lazy people steal your news. - Leave them.

They don't have my style. The Bensinger touch.

Wait.

- Do not move. - What's wrong?

Your nose bleeds. Look up.

It must be my pressure.

Or menopause or something. Hey friend. Help him. Take it in there.

There's a towel on my desk.

It doesn't matter. Put that ice on the back of his neck.

Thank you, young man.

Look, I'll pretend it doesn't exist no Earl Williams. Goodbye.

They saw it where? Lies. I will not go hunting blindly.

Another armed guy in Chicago, who will notice?

Let's get back to work. Distribute.

-Who lowered the blinds? - Hildy.

They shot at the window again.

I thought you should take a train.

Yes. You were in such a hurry.

Change of plans. They will pick me up.

Look, friends...

I have a very different theory about where Williams is.

Really?

I don't think he's in any of those places.

Well, that's obvious.

It is impossible for him to have left with all those guards around.

What do you want to achieve?

If it went down the drain pipe there could be entered through any window...

in the path. I have a feeling he's in this building.

Clear. Walk around like a duck in a shooting gallery.

The big brain at work. Hawkshaw.

What school did you graduate from by mail?

It's okay.

But maybe it's not so crazy.

Maybe he went back to his cell and he is hiding under the bed.

Maybe it's archived in some file...

in the "C" for nutty.

Maybe he's waiting for the morning...

to dance down the stairs and singing I surrender.

Wait a minute. Maybe Schwartz has something.

We should check the building.

- us? -Remember that he is armed.

Let the police do it.

They have history under their noses.

Let's separate. Let each one take a floor. I will cover them.

- Really? - Clear.

- How thoughtful. - It is a pleasure.

Are you trying to deceive us?

- Why do you think that? - Something strange is happening.

- We found him alone with Mollie. - Door with key and low blinds.

What the hell were they doing?

What do you think we were doing? Playing Patches?

Well, fans, now you know. One has the right to have fun.

-The eve of your wedding? - Don't give us that.

I don't know if it happened to you, but the sound of the sirens...

the shots in the air and all this chaos...

They stimulated me a little.

Sexually, if you know what I mean.

You and Mollie?

Come on. You have good taste.

Take that away or I'll hit you.

You didn't fuck Mollie. You were trying to catch us.

How did you do in that massacre? of Valentine's Day.

- Yes. You sent us to the wrong garage. - Do you think we forgot?

It's the business. All against all.

- What are you up to now? - Me? I already resigned.

One last trap to ridicule us.

It wouldn't be very difficult.

- Tell the honest truth. - We know you're up to something.

- You don't want to hide anything from us. - You won't anticipate us this time.

It's okay, friends. She was lying.

- But I'm going to be honest now. - You better.

The address of that garage is 2122 North Clark Street.

Damned bastard!

What are they doing to Mr. Johnson?

What are they doing to my desktop? Please, gentlemen.

- You won't get away with this, Hildy. - And Williams?

-Where is he? - We'll kick you in the balls.

Leave him alone! He doesn't know anything!

-Who says so? - I say it.

I'm the only one who knows where There's Earl Williams.

Yes? Where?

Why would I tell that to you lazy people?

Don't let her out. Close the door.

- You're not going anywhere. - Where is he?

I never snitched on anyone in my life, and he won't do it now.

Come on, whore, or we'll beat it out of you.

- We will hand you over to the police. - They will make you talk.

Take your hands off me, you...

Put down that chair.

- Someone grab her from behind. - No.

Stay away from me, you idiots.

Let me go, you...

Six big guys against one girl. Do you need help?

- Stay out of it, Hildy. - Someone grab her.

Try it and it will break your heads.

Gentlemen!

I think they are wrong.

Who asked you?

Mollie, if you have any information, We will pay you for it.

- Clear. We will all pay. - We'll give you $20.

Yes? I'm a whore, aren't I? I would do anything for money.

We'll give you $50.

Do you know how many clients that equates to? You would save yourself a lot of sweat and tears.

Why don't they die?

- Okay, slut... - Do you want us to get rough?

Take away his chair.

Watch out for those damn tacos.

It must be my editor.

Bitch! Let's talk.

I will see them in hell first.

Very good. Do you want to know where Earl Williams is?

I'll tell you.

Just follow me.

Mollie!

My God.

- Holy God. -Surely he killed himself.

- It's awful. - You led her to that.

I never thought I would do that.

What did they expect? All whores are a little bit idiots.

Look, she's not dead!

Look, it's moving.

- Come on. - What a story.

Disreputable woman jumps for love!

Walter, did you see that? I jumped.

Where is he?

I think I'm going to vomit.

Come on, there's no time for that. Where do you have Williams?

Lower those curtains.

Hello, Earl. How are you? It's okay, I'm your friend.

Where is Mollie? What happened? What did they do to him?

It will be fine.

Let me out! I can't stand it!

Stay where you are. There you are comfortable.

Now, let's get organized.

Hello. This is Burns, give me Duffy.

I can't hear that typewriter, Hildy. Sit there.

I want some magic words of old Johnson.

What are you waiting for?

I wait for my girl. He will come to look for me.

Your girl? What are you, a schoolboy with acne?

This is the most important story since the fire.

We will destroy the competition.

We will turn the Mayor's Office upside down.

- We will expose the villains, right? - Expose? We will crucify them.

You and I will run this city.

They will name the streets after us. Johnson Street. Burns Boulevard.

Why are you a boulevard and I only one street?

Duffy? Where the hell is he?

Someone answer me!

Yes?

Put your head back in there, Damn turtle.

Don't delay, Hildy. Blow smoke out of that machine.

Listen, Earl, when I knock three times...

means that there are no Moors on the coast. Do you understand?

That is.

How much do you think you can hide it there?

We will take it to Examiner and we will hide it...

- until writing the exclusive. -How are you going to get him out of here?

- The police will see it. - Not inside the desktop.

Will you take the desk? How?

We will take it down window if necessary.

Duffy! Where the hell were you?

To hell with your diabetes. I want you to do this.

Send one of the delivery trucks right now...

with six circulation bouncers. And tell them to bring a rig.

-Who is he? -Rudy Keppler. From Examiner.

Pee and vinegar.

Duffy, keep this line open. Don't walk away from the phone.

It is a miracle. He only had a bruise and she broke her leg.

- Thank God. - I'll go to Passavant Hospital.

All the journalists have gone. Should I go too?

- No, we need you here. - Oh, hello, Mr. Burns.

- Do you have that camera? - Yes, sir, here it is.

- Give it to me. - Yes, sir.

Earl, I need a photo of you.

I don't bring any.

We'll take it from you now. It's for the Examiner tomorrow Front page.

Really?

- Do you know who he is? - Shut up. And give me your neck too.

- My neck? - It's celluloid, right?

I call the Sheriff a hyena.

What did she accompany him with? Is she vile, scrupulous, corrupt, depraved?

Yes. And in that order.

sue the newspaper for a million dollars.

Let him do it. We will deduct it from your salary.

Take. When I say "now", throw this in there. Understood?

It's okay, Earl. Ready?

No, Earl. Don't smile. Give me that hunted look.

Cowed, afraid of any sound or footprint, like an animal in danger.

Still.

Now!

That is.

Take this to the journal, reveal it immediately.

Yes, sir. Goodbye, Mr. Williams.

-How is it going? - Go away.

- What are they going to do with me now? - Just trust me.

Duffy, listen. We're going to change the entire front page.

The boy is on his way with a photo. He waits to see her.

Hildy is writing the story now. Yes, I said Hildy.

- He said he would be waiting. - Do you want me to go look for it?

Would you please? Third floor, press room.

Journalist? Do not tell me.

You pick those guys up late at night, They fall asleep in the taxi.

You load them up, You undress them, you put them to bed.

And when you search his pockets for the fee, they start calling the police.

I hate journalists.

It doesn't matter. I'll go myself.

To hell with the Nicaragua earthquake. I don't care that there are 100,000 dead.

The League of Nations? Delete it.

No, don't touch Commander Byrd and the penguins, that is of human interest.

Can I mention the interest of the Mayor in the Chinese brothel?

Put it all in, boy. He hits below the waist.

Duffy, has the truck left with the rig yet?

Well, get them. Damn, every minute counts!

God! People come and go as if this It was a bus terminal.

I thought you were picking up your suitcases.

- I already did. They're downstairs in the taxi. -Yes?

We have a lot of time. Sit down.

Hoover's speech? put it in between the classifieds and the obituaries.

This is the greatest What has happened to me in life.

I thought I was.

I'm not talking in that sense, darling. Honey...

What is this, a hotel? We are working against the clock.

Us too.

Let's hear what you have.

"While the gunmen of the Sheriff devastated Chicago...

"shooting innocent bystanders, spreading terror...

"Earl Williams stalked less than 60 meters from the..."

Wait! You won't mention the Examiner?

It's in the second paragraph.

Who the hell will read the second paragraph?

I have been telling you for 15 years how to make a feature article.

Should I do everything myself? Get the story and write it?

Hey, dumbass, I can blow a story through... the nose...

better than what you write.

Damn dilettante. you should go to Philadelphia...

to make jingles for shaving foams.

Really? Who wrote the confession on Banducci's deathbed?

And Roxie Hart's diary?

What about the Dayton flood? Even the telegrapher was crying.

Okay, make me cry now.

Someday you will do that, Walter, and it will surprise you with a blow.

You are beautiful when you get angry.

Duffy! That's what I get for hiring to a sick guy.

I'm beginning to believe that all journalists They are sick.

Oh my God. Now the moon has risen.

Is this what you had in mind?

"The Chicago Examiner came once again to the rescue of the city last night...

"in his darkest hour.

"Earl Williams, the Bolshevik...

"who jumped from the scaffold towards the flanks of the unsuspecting city...

"was captured by..." Now I know!

- How many words? - What you have.

Because with this you will enter a new class. Heywood Bruin. H.L. Mencken.

Scammers and thugs.

Sin City: Blood in the sewers.

A red rhapsody.

Red. We will do that. He headline in red ink.

- Type one hundred and eighty? - One hundred and eighty, no, 360.

It's like Lindbergh landing in Paris.

A cigarette.

Hildy, you don't really want to leave this, right? In the background...

Honey, please, not now. I'm doing well.

- Honey, where are the bills? - In there.

I'll take mine. It's no use for me to stay.

Go to the station. She checks out the suitcases. I will arrive. Don't worry.

Goodbye, Hildy.

See you.

I hope you saved the receipt of the rings.

It is no problem. They will make some cute cufflinks.

Do you have enough air?

Duffy? Has that boy already appeared with the photo?

I want it to cover four columns.

Tell Max in circulation that we will make a million.

Hey, open up.

- Oh, shit! -Who is it?

-Bensinger. From the Tribune. It's his desk. - I'll handle it.

- What did you say his name was? -Bensinger.

It's a bit exclusive, isn't it, Johnson?

- Hello, Bensinger. - Oh, Mr. Burns.

It is a great honor to have you here. Do you know my name?

Yes I know his name. Hildy and I were talking about you.

Wrote a great story in the Tribune this morning.

Thank you, Mr. Burns. Did you like the poem?

The poem? That was the best.

I'm proud of the ending...

"And everything is fine outside your cell But in his heart he hears it

"To the executioner calling And to the gallows singing

"And the tears of his tired mother"

A classic.

Bensinger, would you like to work for me?

- Seriously, Mr. Burns? - I'm not kidding.

Duffy, I'll send Bensinger to see you.

- Marvin, right? - Oh no, Roy. Roy V.

Is he sure? Roy Bensinger, the poet. Put it in the staff.

-How much does the Tribune pay you? - $75.

Give him $100 and his signature in the diary.

Is the truck ready? Good.

- They come to look for your desk. - My desk?

I shouldn't be doing police.

I want him by my side.

Now go to the office and report to Duffy.

Right now?

I couldn't leave the Tribune like this. It wouldn't be ethical.

- You don't owe them anything. -They have been treating me a little badly.

The way they edit my articles. They destroy them.

In the Examiner your work will be sacred.

Sacred. Roy, this is his first task.

I want you to say a prayer through the city of Chicago.

We will put it on the editorial page.

"Our Father who art in Heaven...

"last year there was 421 unsolved crimes..."

All in Gothic typography.

- Good. I'll just look up my rhyming dictionary. - It doesn't have to rhyme.

Just write the best prayer that no one has ever heard.

�He wants it from the Old Testament or the New?

Something between the Sermon on the Mount and Psalm 23.

That's easy.

Duffy, that Tribune indictment is on the way

Yes, Bensinger.

Wait for him to give you his article, tell him that his Prayer stinks and throw it down the stairs.

"The tears of her weary mother," Oh my God.

- Where do I put this, Mr. Johnson? - Anywhere.

- The lady said... - It's okay.

Those are my suitcases. What are they doing here?

- The lady sent them. - Peggy?

I don't know her name, but she was crying when the taxi left.

- Well. - Crying? What did I do wrong?

Nothing. They were tears of happiness.

He narrowly escaped and so do you.

I don't want to save myself. I'm crazy about her. I want to marry.

But I wouldn't expect you to understand something like that.

Don't talk to me about women.

That woman in Waukegan chopped up to her husband and threw him away...

down the toilet on the honeymoon. He was crazy about her.

And Mrs. Haggerty.

Killed six husbands with arsenic in the plum dessert.

That's what marriage is for you.

Do you think you have it all? No home, no family, no friends.

Eating canned corn...

sleeping in your office five nights a week.

It only stops you when you finish editing the diary.

Very good, you have rested.

Now let go of the magic wand and go back to work.

Goodbye, Walter.

It's desertion. If you were in the Army they could shoot you for this.

Get out of my way!

Not so fast, Johnson. Where do you think you're going?

To the station, to find me with my fiancee.

His fiancée? What's your name, Earl Williams?

- Earl Williams? He is crazy. - Grab him.

- He and Mollie are up to something. -Now his boss appears.

There is something suspicious here.

Well, Johnson. What are they up to?

Hartman, if he has questions, do them directly to me.

Very good, Burns. What are you doing here?

It's not your business.

Did you hear about the First Amendment?

Guarantee freedom of the press and the press room.

I must ask you to leave.

- What? - Or he will have him arrested.

- Don't be fooled. - Show him who's boss.

Yes. I rule here.

I don't care that he's a major editor.

I can ban you from entering here.

It's true. He can do it. Why don't you throw us out? To both.

Oh no. No one will leave until Let's get to the bottom of this.

Leave me alone. My girl will leave without me.

Let go of me, damn it.

Be careful, she has a gun.

I'll take it.

Hopalong Johnson. The pharmacy cowboy.

- Where did you get this from? - I have the right to carry a weapon if I want.

Not this weapon.

I can explain it.

He is writing about the Abadaba gang and I gave it to him to protect himself.

Oh yes? How interesting.

Turns out this is the gun that Earl Williams used to escape.

Is he calling me a liar?

I recognize my own gun When I see her!

- Your gun? - That was.

- I knew something stinked. - How?

- What is the story? - Do not care.

Where is Earl Williams? Where do they have it?

�You�re implying that the Examiner Would you help a criminal?

That's very true.

�He doesn't know what he says on our header, under the eagle?

"The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

- Don't pay attention to him. - They take us for fools.

- Interrogate them. - Leave it to me, guys.

Johnson, if he's in such a hurry, I will make a deal with you.

Tell me where Williams is and I'll let him go.

- OK. -Where is he?

He went to the hospital to see Dr. Eggelhofer.

- What? - With a bag of marshmallows.

Oh my God.

Smart guy.

Hartman, you disgrace your badge.

There is a murderer on the loose and you are harassing innocent citizens.

Excuse me.

Don't touch that!

I will answer.

It could be Earl Williams.

I bet you not.

hello? Who?

Yes, this is Walter Burns.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Burns, but I have bad news.

I'm afraid the photograph didn't come out.

The film may have been wet.

What photography?

Earl Williams'?

The one I took?

Where?

Damn, don't tell me that I should know. Just remind me.

That was the last straw, Burns.

The law prohibits impersonation by a general editor.

I will give you 10 seconds to hand me over to Williams.

He doesn't even know how to count to 10.

Damn it! I know it is somewhere.

- Where did this come from? -How can I know?

Does it belong to Earl Williams?

Why doesn't he put a notice on the classified? Maybe he will come to claim it.

You will find it even if you have to disarm this place brick by brick.

Hello, Mr. Burns. We have the truck ready.

Not now, Butch. Go away.

Wait a minute.

Why did they come?

We had to pick something up.

Really? Well, we're getting somewhere.

What did they have to collect?

I don't know. Mr. Burns was going to tell us.

It's okay, Mr. Burns. Go ahead, tell him.

Clear. Boys, take those two suitcases to the truck and wait for me.

Here you are, friends.

Who are you kidding, Burns?

Five guys and a truck to pick up two suitcases?

go fight with the truckers union.

Forget it, Moe. We won't need it.

Damn. I want to know what is happening here...

even if I have to beat it out of him.

Hartman, it's finished. He is a failure.

-Who says so? - The voters.

On Tuesday they are going to kick him out.

I will have to sell pencils on the corner of State and Lake...

if the new sheriff gives permission.

Why is everyone attacking me?

The Mayor wants to remove me from his ballot. My wife doesn't talk to me.

I have a scaffold there going to waste.

I haven't eaten all day.

It's not fair.

Please tell me where Williams is.

I am the authority. Have a little respect for me.

Get a grip, Hartman.

Don't you understand?

The Bolsheviks are everywhere. They invade us.

They are coming out of the sewers like rats.

Climbing our mast...

and chewing our flag!

- Get him a straitjacket. - What does it say?

They should lock him up, Hartman, because he is sick, sick, sick.

I'll regret it when I'm gone.

And he won't have anyone to mistreat.

- What is that? - What is that?

Holy smokes! It's in there.

- It's Williams. - It's on the desk.

Everyone back! Take your weapons!

Idiot communist.

- Editorial. - Don't take risks.

Quick. we are dealing with a wild animal.

Shoot the desk.

For God's sake, it's harmless. You have your gun.

- Aim for the center. - That's cold-blooded murder.

Pete, I'm warning you. There are witnesses here.

Williams, you are surrounded. I will count to three.

Open up or we'll shoot you. One...

- Pay attention. - Whenever.

- Two... - Wait.

- It will happen soon. - Three!

It's okay, Williams. Don't try anything weird.

Just get out of there.

Can't. My legs fell asleep.

Grab him, guys!

Hey, slow down.

Earl Williams found in the Criminal Courts hidden...

on a desk.

He put up tough resistance but they defeated him.

He tried to shoot out with the police but his weapon jammed.

Williams was betrayed by an ex-girlfriend, who later attempted suicide.

Duffy, write this down. The Examiner, guardian and conscience of Chicago...

having captured without help to Earl Williams...

just handed it over to the Sheriff I don't know how much.

The execution will be carried out as planned At 7:00 am. o'clock.

Take it away, boys.

- Goodbye, Earl. - Tell Mollie not to cry.

Those 13 steps do not lead to the scaffold.

They lead to the stars.

That's it, Hildy. Not to the scaffold, but to the stars.

There are her last words.

And on the front page, We will have a photo arranged.

The stars, the steps and at the top, Marx and Lenin...

Waiting for Earl Williams.

- How are you? - Precious.

- Handcuffs. - With pleasure.

- What are you accusing us of? - Conspiracy to obstruct justice...

protection of a fugitive, possession of a stolen weapon...

They add up to about 10 years for each one.

Operator, give me Clarence Darrow.

Not even Houdini will be able to get them out of this.

Listen to me, pustule head...

when i'm done with you I wish I had never been born.

- We will smear the city with their brains. - Slaps of a drowned person?

We have been in worse situations.

Do you remember that shepherd? What made us imprison?

The Reverend Godolphin. Because we published that he organized orgies.

On the day of the trial he came to the court with all his lawyers and witnesses.

They drowned. God drowned them in the river.

With his car and his law books and his damn affidavits.

And I have the same feeling now that I had before that accident.

- It doesn't scare me, Burns. Lock them up. - Well, I...

Honey, give me extension 361.

I assure you, Hartman, divine providence takes care of the Examiner.

- An invisible power. - Get out!

What did you say, honey? It is impossible.

There has to be someone there. It's prison.

That's enough, will you?

- What time is it? - 11:40.

Where is Duffy with the bail?

You ruined my whole life, that's what you did.

-Who, me? - What an idiot he turned out to be.

Believe a story like that. What would they put on it? our names to the streets.

You will never meet a girl like her. She was unique.

I didn't know it was something serious. Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't I tell you?

I would be the last person in the world in hindering your happiness.

Dirty and hypocritical... Now it is too late.

It's never too late, boy, because up there...

Don't give me that garbage of invisible power!

You are making a serious mistake, Officer.

- The Mayor is a friend of mine. - Of course.

-He even let me use his chopsticks. - Between.

It was a unique opportunity to leave this madness and lead a normal life.

Tomorrow at this time it could have been a gentleman.

Now, instead of Philadelphia, I'll go to Joliet.

What Joliet? First of all, They will never incriminate us.

In second place, no jury will convict us.

Third, we can always obtain a suspension of the Governor.

With all the dirt that I have about big...

-How curious that you say that. - Say what?

A suspension of the Governor. I happen to have one with me.

Shut up, you're drunk.

I think so. It was that Chinese place. The Mayor sent me there.

-Do you also know the Mayor? - Clear. And to the sheriff.

Of course I don't know them as well as the Governor.

Wait. If you have a suspension, Why is he in prison?

- It's not for me. - Isn't it?

I come from Springfield. My name is Plunkett.

- I'm proud of you. It was a great job. - And all in one night, Your Ladyship.

You can call me Herbie again.

- Look who's here. - The Green Hornet.

Hello, Wasp.

- What are those girls doing here? - Chink's women? A raid.

By whose order?

We always clean a couple of brothels before the election. You know.

- For the family vote. - Good job.

Thanks, Herbie.

Here they are. They look natural behind bars, right?

A relief for the eyes.

I think they're going to be far from Chicago For a good time.

Yes. Making brooms and car plates.

Maybe I can arrange for them to work on the prison editorial desk.

- It's hot, isn't it, Hildy? - Yes.

Why don't they put some fans?

Or an air conditioning system? With pine aroma.

As you like. Because tomorrow you are going to be in this cell.

What a joker.

Yes. We were laughing about it with our friend, Mr. Plunkett.

Plunkett?

Hello, Mayor. Hello, Sheriff.

-Who is this man? - I never saw him before.

I guess they didn't see this before either.

-What is he? - A suspension for Earl Williams.

So they would hang a man just to win an election?

But that's absurd.

I don't know what they're talking about. Isn't that right, Herbie?

- What liars. - Let me see that.

If Williams' sentence were suspended, I would be very happy.

Come on. He would hang his own mother by a couple of votes.

What you say is terrible, Burns, about anyone.

Sheriff, this document is authentic.

Thank God, Williams has been forgiven.

The Chicago community saved the burden of taking a human life.

Save that for the Tribune.

Pete, I want you to free my friends, Walter Burns and Hildy Johnson.

- That's what I was going to do. - They are also my friends. Jacobi.

Opens.

Don't judge Pete, guys. Sometimes she gets carried away by his jealousy.

You bring bad luck.

What did I tell him? An invisible power.

Ah, yes. But I already missed my train.

- No. Mayor, I want you to do something. - Whatever.

There is a train leaving for Philadelphia at midnight.

- Make it stop for 10 minutes. - Made.

- And you, Sheriff. - Made.

We need you to escort Hildy to the station.

How many men do you want? I have 200.

- Hey, what about me? - Shut up, it brings bad luck.

Bad luck?

READ IT FIRST IN THE EXAMINER

Hildy, you can't abandon us.

You can't leave your family. I need you. The children too.

- �Dad�! - What the hell is this?

It's okay, Myrtle. Stop.

What's wrong, Mr. Burns? Didn't I do it right?

You were perfect. Take $5. Give it to them. Goodbye.

What was all that?

Something I had up my sleeve in case of a tie, but it is no longer necessary.

Well, goodbye, Johnson.

Take good care of him, Peggy. You get a great guy.

You look like a Valentine's card.

Maybe you won't like what I'll say...

but I don't think it's that hard as it intends to be.

Deep down I think it's very soft.

Well, don't let it be known.

Crazy unfortunate. We will miss you in the diary.

If I ever get back to business, which won't...

It would only work for you. You know.

- I would kill you if you worked for someone else. - Do you hear it, Peggy? That's my diploma.

All aboard!

I wish I had time to give you a gift of weddings. "I know!"

- Walter, I can't accept it. - I insist.

It was a gift from the big boss. And if you look inside...

you will see the small inscription: "To the best journalist I know."

When you get to Philadelphia...

delete my name and put yours in its place.

- You know I wouldn't do that. - Goodbye, Mr. Burns.

- Good luck, lovebirds. - Goodbye, big guy.

What is the first stop from the train that just left?

Gary, Ind.

Very good. Send a message to the police chief of Gary, Indiana.

Tell him to stop the midnight train to Philadelphia...

and arrest one Hildy Johnson.

- Hildy Johnson? - Yes.

The son of a bitch stole my watch.

HILDY JOHNSON returned to Chicago,

and then it became in the General Editor of the Examiner.

PEGGY GRANT handcuffed nephew by Leopold Stokowski,

and he had three daughters-one Hildy called one of them.

WALTER BURNS retired and dictated some classes at the University of Chicago

on Journalistic Ethics.

EARL WILLIAMS AND MOLLIE MALLOY

They got married when he was released from Joliet.

They started a natural food business in Evanston, Illinois.

MURPHY, SCHWARTZ, MCHUGH and KRUGER

They died at the editorial desk.

ROY BENSINGER and RUDY KEPPLER They moved to Cape Cod,

and they opened an antique store.

"HONEST" PETE HARTMAN finished in the county jail

for misconduct, abuse and omission of authority in his position.

THE MAYOR was elected Lieutenant-Governor

He was a senator for two terms and failed. in his candidacy for vice-president.

The doctor. EGGELHOFER returned to Vienna and wrote THE JOY OF IMPOTENCE

that was selected for the Book of the Month Club.