All language subtitles for en Black Legion

How you doing, Ed?

Ooh, terrible.
I feel like that drill was driving

right through the top of my head.

It might be a good idea at that...

Let out some of that beer
you slopped up last night.

Quit riding me, will you?

Oh, I ain't even started on you yet.

Come on. Let's eat.

Oh, no, Frank. I...

Come on. It'll do you good. You got to eat.

I got just the thing over
there to straighten you out.

Yeah? What is it?

A nice ice-cold oatmeal
smothered with lard.

Oh, tomato juice?

Well, next best thing in
the world for a hangover.

Yeah? What's the best?

Laying off of the booze entirely.

Hey, Grogan,
what time did he roll in last night?

Oh, I wouldn't know that.

I never check up on me boarders.

Your daughter's kind of checking up on him,
ain't she?

I wouldn't be surprised
if she was trying to.

She better, before that Pearl Danvers

makes a tramp out of him.

Lay off, will you?
You know I'm through with that dame.

I was just out with her last
night to tell her good-bye.

Yeah? What'd she say when you told her?

She said, "good-bye. Call me up soon."

Shame on you guys,
wasting your time in idle chatter.

Look at Joe over there.

Hey, Dombrowski!

What do you got there?
A hunyak back scratcher?

Just a slide rule to figure
out these stress formulas.

What's that got to do with running a lathe?

Nothing, but it's got a lot
to do with designing one.

Oh,
running a lathe ain't good enough for you?

Now you got to learn how to design one.

It ain't your time he's wasting, is it?

Yeah, his going to night
school don't hurt you any.

Naw. He's always got his nose in a book.

It's his nose, ain't it?

And a plenty big one at that.

Hey, Cliff, why don't you stop?

- Hello, fellas.
- Hello, Tommy.

- Hiya.
- I got a little news for you.

This just came from the division super.

"To: Mr. Thomas W. Smith.
Subject: Promotion.

"Effective Monday, July 12,

"you will report to division
superintendent James

to assume your new duties as
assistant general shop foreman."

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Hey, you seem kind of glad

to get rid of your old foreman.

No, we ain't at all.
We're glad to see you get it.

Tommy, who's going to crack
the whip in your place?

Far as I know, the job's still wide open.

I guess they'll fill it
the way they always have...

Move the best man up.

Well...

Who would you say the best man is, Tommy?

Well, kid, if they ask me,

I'll have to tell them
you're all pretty good.

You know darn well I'm
better than pretty good.

Sure. You're the guy that wrote those books

Dombrowski's always studying.

There's one for you, wise guy.

There she blows. Let's go back.

Till Monday, I'm still the best man.

Yes, sir, Mr. Smith.

Hey, you big ape! You get in there.

Look, Tommy was only kidding.

You've been here longer
than any of the rest of us,

and you can run this shop just as well

as you run that drill press,

and I'll fight the guy
that says that you can't.

I hope they think that way up front.

Forget it. You're a cinch.

You're sure you're
rooting for the right guy?

Sure.

You better think it over,
because I'm warning you...

There ain't gonna be no hangovers

in no shop I'm boss of, get it?

OK, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, starting to red-apple the boss already?

Come on. We'll give him a week's worth

between now and quitting time.

Sure that'll do you, Mrs. Taylor?

Yes, thanks, Mrs. Grogan.

I'll return it first thing in the morning.

Even if you don't, it's all right,

because I still owe you those 4 eggs

and that half bottle of bluing
I got from you last Monday.

Oh, gee, Betty, that looks swell.

I hope it tastes all right.

The men around here are
certainly getting hard to please.

Not your pa. He eats anything.

I trained him like that.

You know you got to train a
man just like you would a dog.

Oh, so it's Ed Jackson's
getting hard to please.

Now, Ruth,
are you going to start that again?

Yes, I am, and I'm going to keep it up

until you and Ed do something about it.

What on earth are you waiting for?

That's just what I keep telling her.

I guess it's polite to
wait until you're asked.

Don't be silly.

No man ever proposes unless
he's sort of pushed into it.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Grogan?

It most certainly is!

And with that blonde
hussy chasing after Ed,

he's going to need a lot of help
to shove him into proposing.

That's what I keep telling her.

Oh, mother, please!

All right,
but I know what I'm talking about.

You've got to make up Ed's mind for him

just like I made up your father's,

men being the simple-minded
creatures they are.

There are the boys.

I've got to run.

Much obliged for the butter, Mrs. Grogan.

I'll return you the eggs and bluing,
Mrs. Taylor.

Oh, hello, Ruth.

Hello! I'm robbing you again. Hi, Ed.

Hi, Ruth.

Hello, sweet. How's everything?

Couldn't be better.

I got to talking to the Grogans
and almost forgot your supper.

I'm glad you said almost,
because I'm hungry,

and I'm a man that really gets hungry.

Oh, no!

What you got there? Margarine?

No. Butter. I borrowed it.

Butter?

What is this, Christmas or something?

Hello, pop!

Hey, get a load of this.

Buddy, look at yourself!

What's the matter?

Oh, he's all right.
We'll run him through the ringer.

He'll wash clean.

Hey, how was the ball game?

We beat the daylights out of them.

You did? What was the score?

63 to 40, but we only played 5 innings.

Fat hit a home run, and we lost the ball.

And you've torn your pants again.

I was sliding into third,
and muggy spiked me.

Yeah? What'd you do to him?

I smacked him.

You know, when I was his age,

I could lick any kid in the neighborhood.

Ouch!

What's the matter?

That's where he smacked me back.

That's about all there is.

Most of the fellas seem to think

I'm going to get the job, and I?

I'm the best man in the shop, ain't I?

Gee, pop, you'll be foreman,

and that's about the highest job there is,
ain't it?

Well, I wouldn't say that,

but it's pretty high.

Wait till I tell muggy about this.

He thinks he's hot because his
Uncle used to be a foreman.

Yeah. We'll get muggy, won't we?

Come on, boys. Dinner's ready.

And if I'd have known about this,

I'd have fixed us a real spread!

Don't you worry, kid.
We got from now on to celebrate.

Aw.

I'm not hungry, Mrs. Grogan.

You've got to eat!

All you had for lunch
was a can of tomatoes.

Go on and eat your supper.

Don't worry. I'll be over this tomorrow.

You will if you stay home tonight.

Never mind. I'll get it.

Hello?

Oh. Just a moment, please.

Ed, it's for you.

A Mrs. Danvers.

- Thanks, Betty.
- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Hello?

Hello, Eddy.

Oh, I'm fine.

I just wanted to find out how you were.

Aw, gee, that's too bad.

Yeah. Must have been the gin chasers.

It couldn't have been the beer.

I just called up to tell you I'm not mad

about what you said last night.

No. Well, you know...
about our not having any more dates.

No. I've forgiven you already.

I couldn't stay mad at
a swell guy like you.

Well, that's fine.

No. No, I couldn't.

Saturday, I got to work.

Sunday, I'm going to a picnic.

Well, no, I couldn't take you.

It's not exactly a picnic.

Some fellas and I are going fishing.

Well, yeah...

I'll call you up sometime. Good-bye.

I see by the paper they're having a sale

of vacuum cleaners down at the fair.

I think I'll get you one.

Plenty of time for that.

When will you know about the job for sure,
Frank?

Oh, I ought to hear from
the super tomorrow.

After I get you the vacuum cleaner,

I'm going to get you a new coat.

I think maybe we can doll
this house up a little bit,

and maybe we can get rid of that
old heap and get us a real car.

You think we should?
The old car runs all right.

Listen, I got the swellest wife
and kid in the world, ain't I?

And the best ain't none too good for them.

Aw, that's swell of you, honey,

but first we got to pay back the folks

that helped us when you were out of work.

Oh, we'll clean that up in no time.

I think maybe we ought to
get some new dishes, too.

Hey, pop, come on!
You're missing out on speed foster.

What's he doing now?
Still hanging on by his teeth?

Yeah, but he's in terrible danger.

Go ahead, darling.

Hang on by your teeth,
and I'll hang on to the dishes.

...hand over hand at the rope.

With superhuman courage

that defies anything else
he's ever done before,

he fights his way up out of
the blackness of the pit,

while the man-eating crocodiles
gnash their teeth in rage

at the escape of their victim.

Gee, crocodiles! Oh, boy!

He'll get away from them,
like he did from those man-eating sharks.

I bet I could if I was speed foster.

...poisoned spear ready to strike.

Kadunka kill 'em white devils.

Speed laughs

throw that spear at me,
and you die, kadunka.

Kadunka heap big warrior.

Hold poison spe...

All right, lay one down there boy.

I sure hope Frank gets to be foreman.

Boy, how we'll stall on him.

Or maybe you guys are too
dumb to know how to stall.

I guess everybody around here
is pretty dumb... except you.

That's telling them, Eddy, old boy.
That's telling them.

Frank will do all right in the job.

He's got a lot of good,
practical experience in this shop.

Every time I say anything, you always
want to start an argument. What is it?

Don't be discouraged. Keep trying.

Maybe someday you'll say
something that makes sense.

Hey, Joe? Come here. I need you.

Sure, Tommy. Anything wrong?

Nothing Dombrowski can't fix.

Come on. I want to have a little talk.

Doesn't it make you feel
proud and dignified

sitting behind that wheel?

Oh, boy!
And it's a honey of a dashboard, too.

Strictly aeroplane type, Mr. Taylor.

Yeah, airplane?

And pretty good-looking cigarette lighter.

- Does it work?
- Sure it works. Try it.

You get 18 Miles on the
gallon with this car.

That ought to mean a lot to
a man in your circumstances.

It works all right.

Sure it works.

I tell you, you get more for your dollar

than on any car made in this country.

Of course, you'll want immediate delivery.

I won't know till tonight.

You see, I'm getting a new job and a raise.

Congratulations!

I wouldn't want to sign up
till they tell me definite.

I hate to see you wait too long.

This is the only light-colored
phaeton we have on the floor.

Tell you what you do. You got my
phone number. Give me a buzz tonight.

Be glad to.

- OK.
- Thank you.

If my wife answers the phone,
don't tell her who you are.

I'm getting this as a
surprise for the family.

- I'm wise.
- Wait till you meet them.

I got the cutest wife and kid you ever saw.

So long.

Congratulations, Joe.
Glad to see you get it.

Congratulations, Joe.

Glad to see you get it.

Hey, Frank.

Come here and meet our new foreman...
Joe Dombrowski.

Nice going, Joe.

Thanks.

He won't feel like going to a movie.

Best thing to do is leave him alone.
He'll get over it.

Oh, come on.
At least we can try and help him.

- Come on.
- All right.

Hey! Anybody home?

- Hello, Ed.
- Hello, Betty.

Hi.

Come on, folks. How about a movie?

No, thanks. I don't want to.

Why don't you and buddy go, Ruth?

I'd rather not. It's
kind of late for buddy,

and I ought to finish these socks.

Come on, Frank.
You and Ruth can chaperon us.

Lay off, will you?
I told you I don't want to go.

What are you going to do,

stay here and make faces
at yourself all night?

Will you go on to the
movies and let me alone?

Aw, come on, Frank.
No job's worth eating your heart out.

Yeah, but it was my job, wasn't it?
You said so yourself.

Sure, I said so, but the company didn't.

They got their own ideas.

Where'd they ever get the idea

Dombrowski was so hot?

You know he invented that oiling
system that their using now,

and he's saving them plenty of dough.

I guess they figure a guy who could do that

could save them in other ways, too.

Besides he's always got his nose in a book

and going to night school,

while we lay around the house
and listen to the radio.

Frank, you got to hand it to him.

They've already handed it to him,
ain't they?

I suppose if I went around showing off,
reading books,

they'd make me president of
the company or something.

OK, if you want to be a
sorehead, forget it.

Sorehead? Sure, I'm a sorehead.

- Ain't I got a right to be?
- How would you like it

if you'd been counting on a
good break for a long time,

you was sure you was going to get it,
and all you got was laughed at?

Just because some guy's been
sucking around the boss.

- Yeah?
- Hello, Mr. Taylor.

This is Jenkins of the
zenith auto sales company.

Remember I showed you
the car this afternoon?

Forget it. I changed my mind.
I don't want the car.

I tell you I don't want it.
I can't afford it.

You two better go on.
You'll be late for the show.

Yes, we'd better.
Come on, Ed. Good-bye, Ruth.

Good-bye. Good-bye. Have a nice time.

So long, Frank.

Good omen was second...

...hordes of grasping, pushing foreigners

who are stealing jobs from American workmen

and bread from American homes.

It is to combat this peril,

to preserve and protect standards of living

which have made American
workmen the envy of the world

that we the challengers have raised our
rallying cry "America for Americans."

The problem has got beyond the point

where the individual American
workman can cope with it alone.

He needs guidance,

solidarity, and expert advice

on the subject of protecting his job.

We the challengers are organized to provide

just that solidarity and expert advice.

Pop?

Can we listen to speed foster?

No. Listen to this guy. He's talking sense.

...it is also an organization
of which it might be said,

"he who is not with us is against us."

The choice, my friends, is a simple one.

Do you want our beloved red,
white, and blue flag

replaced by the vile banner of anarchy?

The time has come when we
must realize what is going on

in this great land of ours,

when the real 100% American
must stop and think.

How'd you like the picture, Ed?

Gee, it's good to get out in the air.

It was hot in there, wasn't it?

I didn't notice it,

but I suppose I would if I'd been
drinking as many beers as you have.

Thanks for reminding me. Let's go get some.

Why don't you have an ice
cream soda for a change?

Oh, no!

Do you have to wake up every
morning with a hangover?

Come on. Let's go into Nick's.

All right.

Well, kids,

how do you like the moving picture tonight?

I thought it was grand.

Kind of sappy, if you ask me.

Sure. Too much love stuff. Is not for me.

I like the racketeer pictures, boy.

You know,
shoot them up is more excitement as love.

Why, Nick, where's the
romance in your soul?

Where is the what, please?

Romance... you know.

Two people falling in love
and sitting in the moonlight,

gazing into each other's eyes.

Well, I like this, too,
but I like better to do it myself personal

than to see some guy in the movies do it.

Kid?

I don't care what they say.

I think that love story
was beautiful tonight.

Oh, it's a lot of bunk.

No real man would ever propose like that.

Oh, they don't?

No. You don't have to look
at a girl and tell her

her eyes are like the twinkling
stars and all that stuff.

- Oh, you don't?
- No.

Well, how would you say it?

I don't know.

I guess I'd call her up
and ask her to a dance.

Or a movie?

Yeah, or a movie.

Then we'd go and get something to eat.

Or drink?

No! Not any girl I'd propose to.

Oh, I see. Well, go on.

Well, then, when the time came,

I guess I'd hold her hand.

You mean, -

like this?

Yeah.

Then what would you say?

I'd say, "Betty, I'm crazy about you."

"Will you marry me?"

Well, let me think.

Yes, Ed, I guess I will.

Well, then we're engaged!

I think that's what they call it.

Oh!

Swell, isn't it?

Yeah.

Hey, what will your mother say?

She'll probably say, "thank heavens!"

Come on. Let's get out of here.

OK.

Well, how you like the sodas?

OK, Nick. Take it out of there.

Hello, Ed. How are you?

Why haven't you called me up?

Why, I...

Our... our phone's out of order.

Well, you could have come to see me.

No. No, I couldn't. You see...

The girl I'm engaged to wouldn't like it.

So long.

Say, was he trying to insult me?

Oh, no worry about that. Is nothing.

You know the old saying...

Is just as many good fish in
the ocean as there ever was.

Fish in the ocean.

There she is, boy, give her the gun.

Yeah? What's the hurry?

They told us to step on it, didn't they?

You know what Joe says...

They got enough orders in
here to paper the shop.

Oh, Dombrowski said.

Hey! What's the matter with you?

That's the fourth drill
you've burned up today.

Yeah? What's it to you?

Dombrowski's trying to sweat
a record out of us, ain't he?

Let him worry about it.

Listen,
get down to work and quit knocking Joe.

Let her down.

What's the matter, fellas?

Well, we're having a little
trouble with these drills.

No more spares?

No. They're all shot, too.

Well, turn them in. Get some new ones.

Frank, these drills cost money.

We got to be more careful.

Yeah? Well, you asked us to speed it up.

Maybe you'd better get some
drills that'll stand this gaff.

They'll stand up if they're used right.

Maybe you can use them better.

Yeah, and so can you.

Did you check your setting?

Yeah, it's all right.

That's tool steel.
You're giving her too much speed.

Come on, boy,
you're too good a guy for boners like that.

I see that greaseball's
been picking on you, too.

Yeah.

How's it feel being
pushed around by a hunyak?

I don't like it at all,

and I ain't going to stand for it no more.

No? What are you going to do?

Take a poke at him and lose your job?

Sure, I'll take a poke at him,
and I'll get another job, too.

That don't worry me none.

You were a long time getting this one.

Weren't you, Frank?

Yeah.

All right, then.
Why don't you get wise to yourself?

You don't have to be pushed
around by no foreigners.

There are a lot of guys in this town...
Americans...

Who feel just like you and me.

They've been giving this
thing a lot of thought.

They can show you how to protect yourself.

Would you like to meet them?

Sure.

But, Mr. Osgood,

the "stay-on" lasts so much longer.

Yes, so I've heard.

- Anything else?
- No.

That'll be 50 cents.

50 cents? For Ajax shaving cream?

Why, I can buy it for 37

down the street at Molyneux's cut-rate.

You better try there, then.

We don't cut nobody's prices or throats.

Molyneux's cut-rate store!

If you haven't got the stay-on kind,
Mr. Osgood,

I'll take this... "My lady beautiful."

Anything else, Mrs. Danvers?

Oh, a package of henna... the good kind.

How do you do, Mr. Taylor?

Hello.

Seen our friend Eddy these days?

Yeah.

You ain't going to let him
marry that Grogan girl, are you?

Why not?

It's still a free country, ain't it?

That'll be $1.39.

Oh.

Oh, I think I spent all my money,
Mr. Osgood.

Will you charge it, please?

Well...

I guess so, Mrs. Danvers.

Gee, you're sweet.

Good-bye, Mr. Taylor.

Yes, sir. What'll it be?

Give me that third bottle from
the end on the second shelf.

Little late, ain't you?

Yeah, a little.

I had some trouble getting away from home.

Sure. I know.

Cliff been around?

Cliff who?

Cliff Summers.

He's around.

Tend the store, will you?

All right, Dan.

...multitudes that have
swarmed to our shores,

take refuge under the protection of
the greatest government on earth.

And how have they rewarded the fine,
generous liberty-loving people

who opened to them their hearts,
their homes,

and their horizons of opportunity?

I will tell you how:

With the basest ingratitude
and the vilest of treachery,

spurning American ideals
and the sacred principles

of which our forefathers fought.

They have clung tenaciously

to their alien doctrines, foreign faiths,

and UN-American morals.

Like poisonous vipers,
they have patiently bided their time,

while they fed and fattened

on the bleeding bosom of our country!

Now, enriched with the jobs

they have chiseled away from Americans

and drunk with the impudent
power of their stolen prosperity,

they are openly plotting to
seize control of our government,

overthrow our glorious Republic,

and subjugate the American people

to their own dastardly designs!

Standing alone, you and I are helpless

to defend ourselves
against this deadly peril,

helpless to protect our homes and families

from the menace that threatens them,

but if we unite with millions
of other red-blooded Americans

under the banner of the black legion,

we are invincible!

With fire and sword,

we'll purge the land of
these traitorous aliens

and trample their every deadly scheme,

till once more our beloved
stars and stripes

will wave o'er a united nation of free,
white, 100% Americans!

Will the new candidates for membership

please step forward and get
their application blanks?

- Go ahead.
- Ain't you joining?

I joined last month.

Hey, I want to ask a question.

- Yeah?
- If we joined up,

don't we get a uniform or something?

Man, the black legion's got the
doggonedest uniform you ever laid eyes on,

one that'll grow plenty of fear

into the hearts of all them rotten,
ungrateful foreigners.

Go on.

Candidate Frank Taylor is ready.

We are ready to receive him.

Candidate Frank Taylor?

You will kneel and take
the oath of allegiance.

Raise your right hand.

Read.

"In the name of God and the devil,

"one to reward and the other to punish,

"and with powers of light and darkness,
good and evil,

"here under the black arch
of heaven's avenging symbol,

"I pledge and consecrate my heart,
my brain, my body, and my limbs,

"and swear by all the
powers of heaven and hell

"to devote my life to the
obedience of my superiors,

"and that no danger or peril shall deter me

"from executing their orders,

"that I will exert every
possible means in my power

"for ex... extermination of the anarchists,

"the Roman hie-hierarchy
and their abettors.

"I swear that I will die fighting those

"whose serpent trail has
winnowed the fair fields

"of our allies and sympathizers.

"I will show no mercy,
but strike with an avenging arm

"as long as breath remains.

"I further pledge my heart,
my brain, my body, my limbs

"never to betray a comrade,

"and that I will submit to all
the tortures mankind can inflict

"and suffer the most horrible death

"rather than reveal a single word of this,
my oath.

"Before violating a single clause

or implied pledge of this my obligation..."

Do I have to say this?

Say it.

"I will pray to an avenging
God and an unmerciful devil

"to tear my heart out and roast
it over the flames of sulfur.

"And lastly,
may my soul be given into torment

"that my body be submerged
into molten metal

"and stifled in the flames of hell,

"and that this punishment may be
meted out to me through all eternity.

In the name of God our creator, amen."

Amen.

Soldier of the black legion,

you see before you

an instrument of death.

We give you this half...

As a symbol of our trust.

The other half...

You will receive the day
you betray that trust.

Our sacred oath is now
engraved on your heart.

You'll need that perishable paper no more.

Step forward and consign
it to these flames.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations, Frank.

New candidates,

you'll report to the office
of supplies immediately

we'll issue to you your
black legion uniform

for the nominal sum of $6.50.

Those of you who do not own a revolver,

will place your orders
at the office of ordnance

for the black legion special,

a regular $30 revolver for
the small sum of $14.95.

Say, Hargrave,
I think I can manage the $6.50,

but could I kind of hold
off on the revolver...

Private Taylor, you've got your orders.

Dig up the money somewhere.

We in the black legion must make
every sacrifice for our cause.

You want to protect your home and family,
don't you?

OK, buddy.

And when you address your superior officer,

say "sir."

Yes, sir.

Well, you're one of us, Frank.

Feels great, don't it?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Hello, pop!

Oh, hiya, buddy.

Are those real bullets?

Yeah, and steel-jacketed, too.

Come on, now. Leave them alone.

- Don't monkey with them.
- Buddy?

- Yes, mom?
- Buddy, did you get the...

Oh, yes. Now, go on upstairs

and do your homework.

Oh, gee, mom. I got
plenty of time for that.

Now, go ahead, buddy.
Do like your mother says.

Will you let me shoot it sometimes?

Yeah. I'll let you shoot it sometimes.

Oh, boy!

Frank, why'd you buy that gun?

Well, because...

With all these holdups and kidnappings

you've been reading about in the papers,

a man's got a right to have something

to protect his home, ain't he?

After what you paid for it,

there's nothing left in the house to steal.

It's worth any sacrifice, ain't it,

to be able to protect
your home and family...

And things like that?

Wait a minute. I'll get that.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah, Cliff.

Yeah, when?

What, tonight?

Where will I pick you up?

OK. I'll be there.

Oh, Ruth?

Yes?

Say, I got to go out for a while.

That lodge again, Frank?

Yeah. Yeah. That was that phone call.

Something special's just come up about

that group insurance plan
we've been figuring out.

You won't be very late, will you?

No. No, I won't be late.
I'll be right back.

Oh, say, but don't wait up for me.

You don't bother. I go open.

That's his old man.

What... what?

What do you want?

We want you, Dombrowski and your son.

- But what have I done?
- I know nothing!

What is this? What's this all about?

- You Joe Dombrowski?
- Yeah, that's him.

Our committee has decided

that you're an undesirable alien,

so you're leaving town right now.

Why do you say leave town?

We good American citizens.

We got farm. We pay taxes.

Shut up! Nobody's talking to you.

Get them out of here quick!

Haul them quick!

Hey, you! Some more beer.

This time, it's on me, boys.

Hey, Charley!

Did you see how my pal took
care of those fresh guys?

Boy, I'd like to have died laughing.

The look on their faces when we
shoved them on that freight train.

They won't be sticking their noses

around this town again for a long time.

Cliff, you should have given them that book

and the slide rule to take along with them.

Well, Frank,
how do you like the way we do things?

I like it fine, chief.

See, Frank, what did I tell you?

We don't take no lip from nobody.

Yeah. That's the stuff. Hit hard and quick.

We ain't afraid of nothing and nobody,
are we?

Frank!

I thought I told you not to wait up for me.

I've been so worried about you.

You said you'd be home early,
and it's after 4:00.

Checking up on me?

You've never done this, Frank.

I was afraid something had happened to you.

You mind your own business.

I can take care of myself.

Boy, did you feel them brakes?

Smooth as velvet!

Yeah. You sure got a
sweet-running car here, Frank.

Yeah, and get a load of that dashboard.

Strictly airplane type.

I want to get a load of Ruth's face

when this buggy rolls up to the house.

So do I!

If I were you, Ruth,

I'd have fruit cocktails.

They went over swell at our church dinner.

All right. Here, put that down.

First we'll have fruit cocktail,

and then we'll have tomato soup,
like we said.

What are you going to
have for the main course?

Well, I'd like to have fried chicken,

but it's awful expensive.

That's what we thought, too,

but when mother was in
charge of our church dinner,

she got a swell buy on
chickens from old Dombrowski.

Say, wasn't that an awful thing?

I wonder if they'll ever find
out what really happened there.

I don't know.

I read in the newspaper that the
police were still investigating,

but I don't think they'll find anything

until they locate the Dombrowskis.

Frank says there's a rumor around town

that Joe and his father might have
done it themselves for the insurance.

Oh, that's crazy! They're fine people.

They wouldn't think of
doing anything like that.

Well, it's awful, anyway.

I sure hope the police find out who did it.

Hey, ed.

You ever think of joining any organization?

Sure. I'm a union man.

No. I mean a lodge...
one of them secret societies.

Oh, that's for half-wits.

Now, don't you believe it.

There's some things fellas
like us ought to belong to.

Yeah, maybe I ought to,
but I'm not going to.

Hey, come to think of it,
I am thinking of joining a lodge.

Yeah?

The ancient order of henpecked husbands.

Fooled you that time, didn't I, big shot?

Hey, look out.

Hey, mom!

Come on out, quick! Quick!

Look! Ain't it a pip?

It's not ours?

You bet it is! Pop just bought it.

Boy! Look how she shines!

- Oh, darling! A new car!
- Oh, you shouldn't have.

- Oh, no?
- Oh, Frank!

Now, now.

Wait a minute, lady, and that ain't all.

Here you are, son.

Try this out on muggy.

Oh, boy! A Louisville slugger!

And here's that vacuum cleaner

I was talking to you about.

Ruth, he's the original Santa Claus.

That's a man for you.

Now, for goodness' sake, what is all this?

Frank Taylor,
have you been betting on the races?

No, I ain't been betting on the races,

and nobody died and left me any money.

They just got around to making me
foreman of the shop, that's all.

Oh, honey, that's wonderful!

Oh, boy! Wait till I tell muggy about this,

and am I going to tell him!

Foreman? Wasn't that Joe dombrowski's job?

Yeah. Sure.

Well, here. Take this in the house.

Give me a hand, will you?

Come on over after supper,

and I'll give you a drive in a new car.

OK, Mr. Taylor.

Zowee! Bam!

A three-bagger! Oh, boy!

Are we in for another reign of terror

by a new Ku Klux Klan?

That is being asked in the
face of the mounting toll

of floggings, beatings, and burnings

here and in several of
our neighboring states.

Again we have hooded hoodlums

riding through the night
with whip and torch

spreading terror and violence.

Who are these new marauders?

By what distorted ideals are they inspired?

What do they hope to accomplish...

Wouldn't they like to know?

Turn that sap off.
We got to get back to business.

Hey, Jonesy,
where were we on that monthly statement?

I was just giving you the gross
receipts on membership dues.

7,163 members at 10 cents a month...
$716.30.

What? Less than a grand? Are you crazy?

You misunderstand me, Mr. Barham.

Those are just the figures
from General Moffet's brigade.

Total income from charters
and dues from all brigades...

$5,891.10.

Well, that's more like it.

What's the gross on that
other stuff up to date?

Sale of uniforms and regalia,

after deducting regional commanders'
commissions,

sale of black legion special
revolvers with ammunition,

making a grand total of $221,499.58.

That's only chicken feed.

We got to get this thing
set up on a national basis,

so we can really go to town.

I wouldn't be too optimistic, Fred.

Don't forget the millions
we were all set to make

on oil explorers incorporated

before the district attorney
started sniffing around.

Let him sniff this time
to his heart's content.

We're producing, aren't we?...
pure 100% patriotism.

Yes, but of a rather low specific gravity.

But of a high cash content.

What this country needs is
bigger and better patriots.

At so much a head.

Hey, Jonesy, get this order out
to all brigades immediately.

Yes.

The black legion must go forward.

Although our enemies are
already crying in consternation,

our battle is not yet won.

We must press on relentlessly,

redoubling our efforts,
strengthening our forces.

Got that?

It is therefore imperative that each member

shall personally secure the enlistment

of two new recruits
within the next 10 days.

Underline the "two."

- Hey, Cliff.
- Yeah?

Weld this.

Sure.

Oh, hello, Ted.

Hello, boss.

I want to talk to you a minute.

All right.

Watch this, Jake.

OK.

Smoke?

It's against the rules, ain't it, sir?

Yeah, but it's all right. Go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

Where are you from, Ted?

Texas, sir.

Yeah? What church you go to?

Mr. Taylor,
the fact is I don't go much to any of them.

Seems like I kind of got out
of the churchgoing habit.

Like your job here?

Yes, sir.
This is about the best job I ever had, sir.

I suppose you'd like to keep it then.

Yes, sir. I sure would.

Well, I want to keep you.

You've been doing good work here.

Nowadays, that ain't always enough.

But I ain't sure I quite understand,
Mr. Taylor.

I mean, are you willing
to protect your job?

- You bet, sir.
- I'm glad to hear that,

because we got a pretty bad
problem here in this state.

It's full of foreigners

all trying to chisel jobs

out of Americans like you and me,

well! I certainly am obliged to you

for telling me, Mr. Taylor.

The first one of them foreigners
that comes messing around my job

is going to find himself
in a heap of trouble.

Oh, it ain't going to be one, Metcalf.

You got to fight all of them.

You see, they stick together,
these foreigners,

and they'll knife you in the back

before you even know who they are.

An American alone ain't got a chance.

Oh, no! That's awful!

Yeah, that's pretty bad,

but we got a way to protect ourselves.

I want you to meet a bunch of fellas

that feel just the same
way about this thing

as you and I do.

Hey! Hey!

Where's Ted?

He's out in the washroom with Taylor.

Leave that machine alone till I get back.

What'd you do to it?

They're kicking around
all the American ideals

and the sacred things that your
forefather and my forefather...

Oh, hello, Tommy.

- Go on back to work.
- Yes, sir.

And put that cigarette out.

What's the big idea, Frank?

- What idea?
- Taking one of your men off his machine

to come in here and smoke.

It's pretty tough when a
foreman can't take a minute

to get acquainted with a new man.

An expensive minute.

While you were getting
acquainted with Metcalf,

his helper stripped every
gear off his machine.

They're still picking up the pieces.

There wasn't anything I could have done

unless I happened to be right there.

Accidents will happen.

This one wouldn't have happened

if Metcalf had been where he belonged.

He wasn't tending to his job,

and you weren't tending to yours.

Yeah, I know,

but it won't happen again.

Say, listen, Tommy, you can cover me up

just this once, can't you?

I'm not so sure.

Mike, this is wonderful!

I'm proud of you!

Thanks, Nora.

I'm glad you're pleased.

What's the matter with you?

You're acting as sober
as if this was bad news.

Well, it ain't all good news.

And why not?
It's what you've always wanted, isn't it?

Oh, sure. I wanted the job, all right,

but not enough for them to
take it away from Frank Taylor.

Good heavens!
You don't mean to say they fired him?

No, no. Not fired.

He just had a little trouble at the shop,

and they put him back on the machine.

Oh, I feel terrible about that.

That's a shame.

And Ruth was so proud of
his being made foreman.

Well, it's no picnic for Frank either.

Well, what happened, Ed?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, just a little mixup at the shop.

It didn't amount to anything.

You know, I tried to
talk to Frank about it.

He wouldn't even talk to me.

Seemed like he was sore at me.

Say...

I hope that boy don't think

I was trying to take his job away from him.

Oh, no. Frank's not like that.

Sure, he's taking it kind of hard,
and you can't blame him.

Just leave him alone for a couple of days,
and he'll be all right.

Oh, I hope so.

Sure, I wouldn't do anything
to hurt Frank or Ruth.

Who's there?

- Mr. Grogan?
- Yeah?

Telegram.

That ought to give the Irish
something to remember us by.

Thank you, Mrs. Riley.

Yes. Heaven be praised.
The doc says he's out of danger.

How could we know who did it?

Mike hasn't an enemy in the world.

You're right, Mrs. Riley.

To think that such a thing could
happen in this country and today!

Dad certainly liked your soup, Ruth.
He wants some more.

Oh, fine.

I'm going to make him some
custard this afternoon.

You are not.
You've been here practically all week.

You even missed church this morning.

Oh, well, it's a fine world if
neighbors can't help each other.

Besides,
Frank wanted to sleep late this morning.

Now,
run along with this before it gets cold.

All right.

Frank go to that lodge again last night?

Yeah.

What time does he generally
roll in from those meetings?

Oh, pretty late.
I don't bother to wait up for him anymore.

Must be pretty important
things they do at that lodge.

Seems important to Frank,
but he never tells me anything.

It's one of those secret organizations.

Yeah, sure is.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing, Ruth. Forget it.

Ed, you've got something on your mind.
Now, what is it?

Well,
Frank's been acting pretty strange lately.

Every time I go to talk to him,
he stalls me off.

Ruth, I don't mean to poke
my nose in your business,

but somebody's got to talk to that guy.

What about?

About those new friends
he's running around with.

That Cliff Summers... I
don't like that guy.

And I don't like those
rumors floating around

that those beatings have
been done by some gang.

You don't think Frank had
anything to do with it.

Where was he the night that Grogan got his?

Ma, pop wants something to eat.

I think you'd better come over right away.

Tell the folks I'll be back as
soon as I get something for Frank.

Why don't you take care of your own home?

Do I have to eat a lot of cold junk

just because Grogan got himself
beat up in a drunken brawl?

Why do you say it was a drunken brawl?

That's what they're saying around town,
ain't it?

Let's quit worrying about Grogan
and get me something to eat.

It's you I'm worried about.

You don't have to worry about me.

You were angry at Grogan that night,
weren't you?

I... will you quit gabbing about Grogan

and get me something hot to eat?

And you were sore at Dombrowski
when they made him foreman,

and you were out till after 4:00
the night his farm burned down.

I told you I was at a lodge meeting.

And you were at a lodge meeting
when they beat up Grogan.

Yeah, yeah. That's what
I said, and it goes.

Not anymore, Frank.
You've been lying to me.

Don't you call me a liar.

You are, Frank. You did have something
to do with all those terrible things,

you and those new friends of yours.

- You shut up about my friends.
- I won't.

Only a bunch of dirty, contemptible
cowards would do a thing like that.

- Why, you...
- Oh!

Do you think grandpa

will let me milk the cows like he used to?

I guess so, that is, if he's up and about.

Is he very sick?

Well, the telegram didn't say,

but I thought we'd better go there anyway.

Well, when pop comes up,
we can go fishing, can't we?

He may not be able to
come up for some time.

Not even for a weekend?

Well, we'll see, now.
Now, read your book, dear.

Oh, yeah!

"It was nothing to nothing
at the end of the 9th inning,

"when Frank Blakewell, cool as a cucumber,

came up to bat with a look
of do or die on his face."

- Oh, hello, Eddy.
- Hello.

Say, wait a minute.
Isn't your new girlfriend

afraid to let you out alone at this hour?

No. I just came in here
to buy some medicine.

Hey, wait a minute, Eddy.
What am I, poison?

When am I going to get a chance

to congratulate you on your marriage?

Oh, I don't know. Pretty soon, I guess.
We're not sure yet.

Well,
I hope your new wife will give you a chance

to see some of your old
friends once in a while.

I don't know. You know how it is.
Wives are funny about things like that.

Yeah. You'll find they're funny

about a lot of other things, too.

Maybe it won't be so bad

if you learn to handle her
good right at the start.

Don't worry.
I'll smack her down whenever she needs it.

Can I depend on that?

- Sure. I'm starting already. So long.
- So long.

Hey, Frank.

Oh, hiya, Cliff.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where you going? Come here.

What are you trying to do, high-hat me?

Me? No. Why?

You been acting kind of funny lately.

Haven't seen you around with the boys.

I've been having some trouble at home.

What's that got to do with the gang?

Say, Cliff, I'm glad you said that

because I don't think I'm going to be able

to give that organization
the time it needs...

You're not trying to crawl out on us,
are you, Taylor?

No, not exactly that,

but I got to have some time to
get myself straightened out.

You better get yourself straightened out.

You don't want any real trouble, do you?

No.

Now you're getting some sense.

Now you're getting wise to yourself.

Go on, loosen up. Have a good time.

I got a date with a dame. See you later.

Why, hello, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, hello.

How's Mrs. Taylor these days?

I wouldn't be knowing.

Well, what do you mean?

You don't mean she's left you.

Aw, you poor lonely man.

Come on, tell me all about it.

♪ I've been working on the railroad ♪

♪ all the livelong day ♪

♪ I've been... The railroad ♪

- Shut up!
- ♪ just to... time away... ♪

Hey! Shut up!

♪ Oh, they hear the whistles blowing ♪

♪ all, morn ♪

That ain't the way you sing that.

- Why not?
- Listen.

♪ I've been working on the railroad ♪

♪ all the livelong day ♪

♪ I've been working on... ♪

That shameless woman.

I bet she had him fired
out of his job on purpose

so they could carry on like that.

I'd like to slap her face.

Ed, this is terrible.
What's got into Frank?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

♪ All the livelong day ♪

Oh, hello, Eddy. Come on in.

You're just in time for a little drink.

Come on, you, get out of here.

Aw, Eddy, don't be silly.

You heard what I said, didn't you?

Hey. Hey, what's the idea talking...

I'll tell you about it later.

I'm not fooling.

Hey, listen, I'm the guest of Mr. Taylor!

Hey, let me go, you big drunk!

Hey, Frank, get me out of here!

Let me go! Let me take him on!

Hey, let me go! You're hurting me!

Put me down! If Frank had...

Don't come back.

You needn't think you can
beat me like you do your girl!

Frank, come on, snap out of it.
What's eating you?

Who do you think you are,
throwing my friends around?

Don't you think it's about
time you laid off that booze?

Yeah? What's it to you?

Enough to want to try to
keep you out of the gutter.

You still got a wife and kid, you know.

Yeah?

Fat lot she cares, running out on me.

Oh, so she's left you?

Yeah. What can you expect from a dame?

You ought not talk about Ruth like that.

She's the best thing that
ever happened to you.

Yeah, well, she ran out on me, didn't she?

Whose fault was that?
I suppose she started you

running around half the night
with a bunch of rotten thugs.

Who says they're thugs?

I do, and you can tell them I said so.

I wouldn't go around

shooting my mouth off
like that if I was you.

We don't like it.

- Oh, we don't?
- No, we don't.

And the sooner you learn it, the better.

Frank, you ought to know
I don't learn easy.

You will if you get a dose
of what the Dombrowskis got.

Yeah? What did they get?

Plenty. And anybody else

that monkeys with the black legion

will get the same thing.

The black legion.

So that's what your
rotten gang calls itself.

It ain't a gang.

It's a fighting organization
of real Americans.

Real Americans...

Running around the country in nightshirts,

ganging up on helpless people.

The cops are going to be
glad to hear about this.

Go on. Tell me some more.

What?

Now, wait a minute, Ed,
you can't go to the cops.

I can't help it.

That's exactly what I'm going
to do unless you quit that gang.

Listen, they'll kill you.
They'll kill me for telling you.

Those black legion guys don't fool.

I'm not fooling either.
You're going to quit that gang.

I can't get out. I've tried.
They won't let me out.

Nobody ever lived to get out of the legion.

Ed, I swore a sacred oath to stick to them.

You swore a sacred oath to Ruth, too.

Yeah...

Yeah, I know.

What am I going to do?

You're going to do exactly what I tell you.

Tonight I'm sending Ruth a wire in
your name, begging her to come back.

You got to straighten yourself out

and be a decent guy like you used to be,
or I'm going to the cops.

Sure, Ed. Sure.
But I tell you, they won't let me out.

You can't go to the cops.
You got to give me a break.

I'm giving you a better
break than you deserve,

and don't make me change my mind.

Hello.

Yeah, Frank.

Not tonight. I got a date.

You did what?

OK. I'll be right over.

You sure fixed us up,
didn't you, big mouth?

I couldn't help it, I tell you.

I was drunk, and he got me sore,
and it just slipped out.

We got to shut that guy up somehow,
or we'll all go to the can.

I can't go tell the boys.
You know what they'll do to me.

Now what do you want?

You needn't bark at me.
I just came back to get my purse.

It's got my keys in it.

Well, come in and get it and get out.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,

letting that big brute beat
me up and throw me out.

Wait a minute. Who beat you up?

That Ed Jackson. He's always beating women.

He told me himself he beats
up his girl all the time.

Oh. You don't say.

You don't have to worry, kid.

Everything's going to be all right.

You don't think the boys are going to
let any man beat up a woman, do you?

Come on, Jackson. Get going.

Oh. Taking me up side roads?

Aren't you the clever
little bunch of kidnappers,

and only an army against one.

Aren't you afraid I might gang up on you?

Shut up.

It's too bad you can't put a
nightshirt on your voice, Cliff!

Come on. Who are the rest of you guys?
Take off those sacks.

The cops will be glad to hear about this.

What's the matter? You afraid?

Maybe they better change
the name of your outfit

from the black legion to the yellow legion.

Get him out. Strip him down.

Get him! Get that man!

Ed...

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it. I don't know why I shot.

Ed, I... I tried to tell you them
black legion guys don't fool.

Ed! Ed!

And if any of our listeners see
a man answering this description,

kindly notify the police.

Jackson disappeared around midnight,

after leaving his family and some
friends on the front porch of his home

while he went to put his car in the garage.

And now, to continue our recorded program,
we hear fancy meeting you.

How do you like that?

A guy goes to put his
car away and disappears.

Probably went out to play a little
rummy with some of the boys.

What's yours, buddy?

Give us a glass of water, will you?

Yeah. Sure.

Kind of thirsty, ain't you?

Yeah. Mind if I have some more?

No.

Hiya, boys.

Let's have some coffee,
and don't stick your thumb in it.

Look who's trying to rib me.

Flash! Edward Jackson,
missing from his home since midnight,

has been found murdered with a
.38-caliber bullet in his body.

Lewis Leonard, 26-year-old dairy farmer,

discovered Jackson's body lying in a grove

at the northeast section of Cobb's woods.

A possible clue to the murder
is revealed by the discovery...

Turn it off!

Of a black hood fantastically
decorated with skull and crossbones...

What's the matter, buddy?

Police are investigating the theory

that this black hood may have
been the mask of mystery...

Why, it's a .38!

Yeah. And 4 slugs used up.

Therefore, considered internationally

as the greatest recorders
of the news today,

we the sponsors invite you to listen to...

The news parade.

"Today the country is seething
with excitement over the revelation

"of a mysterious and possibly
sinister organization...

"The black legion.

"Ostensibly organized as a
secret patriotic society,

"this black legion assumes
an ominous appearance

"as authorities uncover
its strength and scope,

probe for its true purposes,"

says state's attorney
General George F. Porter.

"At first we were amused
at the black legion's

"childish regalia and
its bloodcurdling oath.

"Then we began finding whips
studded with copper rivets

and guns of the type and caliber used
in the murder of Edward Jackson."

Says the reverend Dr. J.Ks. Lean,

President of the state council
of protestant ministers.

Any organization that
appeals to narrow prejudice

and attempts to enforce
its creeds by violence

is inimical to our democracy
and repugnant to the ideals

of every good Christian
and every decent American.

Meanwhile, in the Cominga county jail,

police continue their
questioning of Frank Taylor,

who is being held for the murder

of his friend, Edward Jackson.

Frank Taylor, did the black
legion order you to kill Jackson?

No, I told you, no.

- Then why did you do it?
- I don't know.

We know that your gun fired
the bullets that killed him.

Come on, Taylor, why did you do it?

I don't know!

All right. Come on.

Give us the story.
Do you belong to the black legion?

Did the black legion have
anything to do with this?

Be a good fella.
Give us the story, will you?

You might as well. It's coming out anyway.

Leave him alone.

The guy don't feel like talking.

Oh, don't, darling. Don't, darling.

Oh, please, Frank, please.

Taylor, here's your attorney.

How do you do, Mr. Taylor?
My name is brown.

Brown? That ain't the name of the
lawyer my wife told me she hired.

Well, confidentially, I'm not a lawyer.

I had to say I was to
get in here to see you.

Some friends of yours asked me
to have a little chat with you.

What friends?

Good friends interested in
making sure you get a fair trial.

You tell them guys I'm through
with them and get out of here.

I got myself into this jam,
and I'm going to take what's coming to me.

Now, wait a minute, Mr. Taylor.

You're taking rather a
selfish point of view.

There are quite a few people
who are mighty interested

in seeing this trial comes out all right.

All right for them.

Well, if you don't want to
be loyal to your friends,

you should consider your wife and child.

What about my wife and child?

- You love them, don't you?
- Sure.

You wouldn't want anything
unfortunate to happen, now,

just because you're stubborn...

Would you?

All right.

What do you want me to do?

That's better.

Now, when you see your lawyer,

you tell him the story
I'm going to tell you,

and when you get into court,
you stick to that story.

You killed Ed Jackson in self-defense.

Now, here's the way it winds up,
step by step.

Yes, I see.

And you say that Jackson started swearing,
shouting at you, right?

Then what happened?

Well,
I got out of the car to argue with him.

Then he pulled a gun on me.
I tried to get it away from him,

and while we was wrestling around that way,
it went off.

And Mrs. Danvers saw all this?

Sure.
She was sitting right there in the car.

Taylor, are you positive,
absolutely positive

that you're telling me the truth?

Now, why should I lie to my own lawyer?

All right.
I'll have a talk with Mrs. Danvers.

If she substantiates
what you've just told me,

we've got a pretty strong
case of self-defense.

You better see her today.

I certainly will,
because it looks as if that lady

is going to become a mighty
important factor in this case.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye, sir.

Keep your chin up.

I want to caution everyone

that I shall clear this courtroom

if there is any demonstration
such as occurred yesterday.

You may proceed.

Now, Mrs. Danvers,

you knew the deceased... Edward Jackson...

- Did you not?
- Yes, sir, I did.

And is it true that you were at
one time engaged to marry him?

Yes, sir.

Who... broke off that engagement?

- I did.
- Why?

I was forced to.

Will you kindly tell the
jury what forced you to?

Oh, please, I... I'd rather not.

We all appreciate your feelings,
Mrs. Danvers,

but I must remind you

that the defendant's life is at stake.

The witness will please
answer the question.

Well, I broke off my
engagement because I...

I found out that Mr. Jackson drank.

I object, your honor.
This testimony's incompetent,

irrelevant, and immaterial.

Sustained.

But, your honor, this
testimony is relevant.

It is imperative to establish
the relation of these people

so the court may realize that
Edward Jackson met his death

as the unhappy result of
his own jealous passions.

You may proceed, but confine
yourself to the issues involved.

Did Mr. Jackson ever discuss with you

his attitude toward miss Betty Grogan?

Oh, yes, sir.

He told me that he only
pretended to be fond of her

just to make me jealous,
just to make me take him back.

Now, will you kindly tell the jury

what Mr. Jackson's attitude
toward you was generally

after you broke off your engagement to him?

Oh, he was very angry and kept
threatening me all the time.

Then when he found out that
Mr. Taylor wanted to marry me,

he said he'd prevent it if it
was the last thing he ever did.

I object, your honor, on the same grounds.

Objection overruled.

Will you kindly tell the
jury in your own words

just what took place on
the night of the shooting?

Well, after we came out of the movies,

it was such a lovely night, we thought
we'd take a little ride in the car.

We were taking a shortcut
through the woods to silver lake

when suddenly Mr. Taylor stopped the car

and began pleading with me to marry him

after he could get a divorce from his wife.

Um, I told him he ought to
consider his wife and child,

but he wouldn't pay any attention to me.

Then, suddenly, Ed Jackson appeared,
just as if from nowhere.

He was crazy mad and began
shouting and swearing at us.

Mr. Taylor got out of the car
to try to reason with him,

but that only made Ed madder,

and he began threatening us.

Threatening to do what?

To... to kill the both of us.

Go on, Mrs. Danvers.

Well, then Ed grabbed his gun,

and Mr. Taylor tried to
take it away from him.

They struggled, and the gun went off.

How many times?

Oh, a lot of times.

Would you say 3... Or 4?

I think it was 4. Yes, it was 4.

What happened then?

Well, then when Mr. Taylor saw
ed lying dead on the ground,

he got frightened and sort of hysterical,

and he just ran away into the woods.

And what did you do?

Well, I was so frightened,
I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't stay there all alone, so I...
I just drove away.

Your witness.

Mrs. Danvers, why didn't you
report this shooting to the police?

Oh, I couldn't do that.

Don't you know that by
your failure to do so,

you're liable to imprisonment
for compounding a felony?

You wouldn't want me to snitch

and get the man I loved into trouble,
would you?

Oh, I see. You don't like to make trouble.

Your method of avoiding it

is to encourage the attentions
of a man with a wife and child.

Oh, but you don't understand.

I felt so sorry for Mr. Taylor
when he was so lonely and unhappy

after his wife deserted him.

This sympathy ripened into love,
Mrs. Danvers?

Yes, sir.

Yet you're willing to let
this man divorce his wife

so you can marry him!

Because I knew it was his
only chance for happiness.

That's all, Mrs. Danvers.

Your honor, I should like to call

Mr. Frank Taylor to the stand.

Call the witness.

Frank Taylor, take the stand.

You understand, Mr. Taylor,

that you are within your constitutional
rights in refusing to testify?

Yes, sir.

Proceed.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Taylor,

your wife recently left you,

did she not?

Yeah.

Will you please tell the
jury why she left you?

Well, my wife is a fine woman,

but she's awful ambitious, and she wanted

a lot of things I couldn't
afford to give her.

I tried hard, and I finally got a break.

They made me shop foreman
and raised my pay.

Then we got along a little better.

A bought her a new car
and a vacuum cleaner.

I was going to fix up the house
a little bit when I lost my job.

I couldn't afford to keep up the payments

on the things I'd already bought, and...

So she left me.

And it was Mrs. Danvers
who pitied your distress

and gave you her sympathy
after your wife left you?

Yeah.

Will you please speak a little louder,
Mr. Taylor?

Speak a little louder, Mr. Taylor,
so the jury can hear you.

Yes!

And your gratitude to Mrs. Danvers

gradually developed into love, did it not?

No! It's all a pack of lies!

The black legion made me do it!
I belong to it,

and so do a lot of other guys
sitting right here in this courtroom.

- Your honor!
- Let me alone. Let me talk.

Let him go on.

They threatened to kill my wife and kid
unless I helped them to frame up this case.

There ain't one word of truth

in what Pearl Danvers has been saying
or what I been saying up to now.

I ain't never cared nothing about
any other woman except my wife.

About being in love with Pearl,
that's all lies.

Yeah, and all she said about
ed being in love with her,

that's all lies, too.

We tried to make it look
like the black legion

didn't have nothing to do with Ed's death,

but they did, and plenty!

I killed Ed Jackson because he
found out too much about the legion

while he was trying to
make me get out of it,

and I was afraid he'd go to the cops,
and so I killed him,

and the guys that helped me do
it are sitting right over there.

Come on, Cliff, and you, Hargrave,

and the rest of you guys...
Stand up and tell the truth.

I don't care what you do to me.

If ever a guy had it coming to him, I have,

but I want you to take
care of Ruth and buddy,

and don't let them rats make
her suffer no more than she has.

Lock those doors.
Don't let anyone leave this room.

You will identify every member
of the black legion in this room.

Yes, sir.

I can't begin to tell you

what a shock Taylor's confession was to me.

And to me.

Naturally, if I'd had the slightest
suspicions to what the facts were...

I understand, billings.

Knowing you as well as I do, I'm positive

you had nothing whatever
to do with the perjury.

Thank you, sir,
and may I have your permission

to withdraw from the case now?

Of course, billings. Of course you may.

Thank you.

Furthermore,
your idea of patriotism and Americanism

is hideous to all decent citizens.

It violates every
protection guaranteed them

by the bill of rights
contained in our constitution.

The bill of rights,

assuring to us all freedom
of religious opinion

and security of person and property

against the attack of illegal
and extralegal forces,

is the cornerstone of true Americanism

and must be jealously guarded if
we are to remain a free people.

We cannot permit racial
or religious hatreds

to be stirred up so that innocent citizens

become the victims of
accusations brought in secrecy.

We cannot permit unknown
tribunals to pass judgments,

nor punishments to be inflicted
by a band of hooded terrorists.

Unless all of these illegal and extralegal
forces are ruthlessly wiped out,

this nation may as well abandon its
constitution, forget its bill of rights,

tear down its courts of justice,

and revert to the barbarism

of government by primitive violence.

This would mean relinquishing
everything that civilized man has won

by the most prodigious effort

over a course of the past 5 centuries.

The American people made
their choice long ago.

Their blood and their sacrifices

secured for us the basic human rights:

Life, liberty, and the
pursuit of happiness.

Their wisdom built the whole structure

of our Democratic form of government,

expressly to keep sacred and
inviolate these same human rights.

It is our duty to guard them zealously

if we are to remain a nation of free men.

As Abraham Lincoln said,

"our reliance is in the love of
liberty which God has planted in us.

"Our defense is the
spirit that prizes liberty

"as the heritage of all men
in all lands everywhere.

"Destroy this spirit,

and you have planted the seeds
of despotism at your own doors."

All of you men have been
tried and convicted

of the murder of Edward Jackson.

It is therefore the sentence of this court

that you be confined in
the state penitentiary

for the rest of your natural lives.

Come on, men. Get going.