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Man 1: Miss Ginger D'Amour.

Miss Cindy Consuelo,

Miss Joy Hampton.

And another of Chicago's favorites,

Miss Vicki Gaye.

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Put her on the list,

What about this one? Will she go?

Expensive merchandise, Louis.

Boss ain't buying them. He's just inviting them to a party,

♪ Party girl party girl ♪

♪ Where do you play tonight girl ♪

♪ Party girl party girl ♪

♪ Will it be gay tonight girl ♪

♪ Every night can't be New Year's eve ♪

♪ Some day the fun must stop ♪

♪ Some day soon your pretty big balloon will pop ♪

♪ You'll have to pay the fiddler ♪

♪ Party girl party girl ♪

♪ Underneath your mascara ♪

♪ Everyone knows that you're hiding a tear or two ♪

♪ Yes everyone knows the party is over ♪

♪ Everyone knows it's through ♪

♪ Party girl party girl everyone knows but you ♪

♪ Party girl party girl ♪

♪ Everyone knows but you ♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

Rico's party. Hundred bucks for showing up.

Rico Angelo is throwing a party.

You get a hundred bucks for showing up.

[indistinct chatter]

Rico Angelo. King of the rackets,

Royalty.

- You going? - Mm-mm.

I've been out with the mobs before.

Most of the time all they want to do is...

Wave their cash around.

By the end of the evening, they're usually

too drunk for anything else.

It's a hundred dollars.

I want to stay home tonight. Eddie might call.

Yeah.

Like he did last night?

I heard you walking the floor 'til 5 o'clock this morning.

How long since you've heard from him?

Three weeks.

Almost a month. Vicki, what am I going to do?

Call him.

Or find someone without a wife.

But the divorce was all set.

- He told me it was, - Thanks, Joy,

Keep your hands out of my things

or I'll pull your hair out by the roots!

Listen, chubby, put on a couple of more pounds

and you won't be around long enough to tear anybody's hair,

Let her alone!

Look, Joy, go on home.

I'll try not to be late,

And remember, it's only a man.

Only a man.

How do you do it, Vicki?

I made up my mind a long time ago.

Never get crowded into a corner.

Never let them get too close.

After a while they go away.

You've never been in that corner, with your looks?

Just once,

In a dark and dirty little barn, back home in Oklahoma.

I was 15.

Very romantic,

[indistinct chatter]

Go on in, baby. Compliments of Mr. Rico Angelo.

Just make yourself at home.

[indistinct chatter]

Come on, Rico, what do you say? Come on. It's a party.

Forget her. She means nothing to you anyway.

The most beautiful doll in the world. That's all.

Hey boss, we're doing okay, huh?

Girls, come on over here.

Meet Mr. Rico Angelo.

- Hello, Mr. Angelo, - This is lucky Louis.

Louis Canetto, Hiya, Puss.

The coat room is in the bedroom.

Wowee.

What was that act for?

You know, with the photograph,

It's a picture of Jean Harlow,

The movie star, Jean Harlow?

She got married today out in Hollywood.

Mr. Angelo is giving a party to forget her.

Forget her?

Did he ever meet her?

No. But he's seen every one of her movies,

He's really carrying a torch for her.

The way he figures it, she double-crossed him.

Well, that makes sense.

It's going to be an evening. I can tell.

Hey, come on, kids. Hurry it up, let's mingle a little, huh?

Lot of nice guys out there. They want to say hello.

Move it along now. Come on, kids. What do you say?

I wish I could find a safe place for this.

Come on, just once, dice. Come on, boy! Let's go!

Stay close to me, Puss. Y... you're bringing me luck.

Shoot the five hundred. Come on. Five open.

[indistinct chatter]

A pleasure to meet you, Counselor,

Particularly outside my courtroom.

You usually cause a little difficulty for me there,

My job is to convince the jury, Your Honor.

Not to make life comfortable for the judge.

[all laugh]

Come on baby, try it again.

Eight once. Come on, dice.

Six, Try again.

Eight once! Thirty third street, let's go,

Six, it is.

That's four hundred you got already.

Any part of it. Any part of it.

Don't go too far away, Puss. We got some talking to do later.

[Gunshots fired]

Nice shooting, Rico,

Where'd you get her? Between the eyes?

I'll see you some other time.

Well, I took care of her.

She had it coming, Tommy.

She had it coming. Huh?

You're drunk, Rico. Sodden, stupid drunk.

Ah, don't ride me.

I.., What're y'all looking at?

Huh? Come on, it's a party. Get going,

It's a party!

[chuckling] I got her out of my system.

- Oh, I feel better already. - Congratulations.

Do you think Rico is drunk? Huh?

You catch me later.

Come on, talk it up now, it's a party.

It's a party! Come on, dice,

Pass the dice,

Hello.

Would you like to take me home?

Not particularly. Why?

Would you dance with me?

It's only a dance.

It'll get me near the door.

It wouldn't kill you.

Why don't you give Louis his money back?

That'd get you off the hook.

You don't miss very much, do you?

Just a minute, I'm going anyway. I'll take you,

- Can I help you, Mr. Farrell? - Let him alone. Let him alone!

Nobody helps him but Rico.

You okay, boy?

I'm taking this girl home, Louis.

Sure. Sure, Mr. Farrell,

Would you like to come in for a minute?

There is not much in the icebox

but, I could make you some, uh, cocoa.

Cocoa?

I haven't had any cocoa since I was nine years old.

Maybe you've got a new recipe,

I should've told you.

I have a room-mate.

Joy... man on the premises.

[water running] Joy?

Sit down.

That was quite a picnic tonight.

- It had its moments. - For me, particularly.

Mr. Canetto was getting to be a problem.

Well, he wouldn't have been if you'd known all the facts.

Mr. Canetto can't get out of line. He's out on bail.

Mr. Canetto goes on trial for murder this coming Thursday.

A murderer?

He seemed a little scared of you,

He has to be. I'm defending him.

- I haven't told you my name. - Vicki Gaye.

I heard someone mention it.

- Been in Chicago long? - A few months.

Three years.

What did you do before you were glamorized

by The Golden Rooster?

- Danced a little. - No talent?

I think so. No takers.

So you gave it up, huh?

It was that or give up eating,

- And then? - Model.

Modeling for what? Calendar art? Girlie magazines?

- Tell me when I'm warm, - it seems I don't have to.

Bad?

It's nothing. Excuse me,

Joy,

Joy,

[gasps]

[cries]

Police: Do you know any reason she'd slit her wrists?

Did you know she was three months pregnant?

Who was the guy? Come on, honey, who was it?

Come on, come on.

You don't live a year with a kid

without knowing who's taking care of her.

Tommy: That's enough. No more questions.

Are you running this, mister?

Anything else you want to know, she'll answer tomorrow

in my office.

Thomas Farrell. Is that you?

She'll need a sedative before she leaves.

- Get her some water. - Sure, Mr. Farrell,

You can't go back to your place yet.

Do you want a hotel?

Anything.

Over there.

I'll, uh..

I'll go see about that cocoa.

Probably taste more like

brandy and coffee, but it might help.

If I'd been there..,

If I'd gone home tonight...

she'd be alive now.

Probably.

But what about tomorrow night?

The night after that?

Self-destruction among showgirls seems to be a kind of

occupational hazard,

Probably the cheery atmosphere of nightclub life.

By the way, our genial host of the evening, Mr. Rico Angelo,

owns a sizable piece of The Golden Rooster.

He might be able to do something for you,

Seeing you're a dancer,

for which I'll take your word,

You might prefer that to parading around half-naked,

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Uh..This is a copy of your medical report, Rico.

I'll leave it with you.

When Louis goes on trial, in case, you're summoned

as a witness, you'll be too sick to show up,

- That will prove it. - What have I got?

Incipient general paralysis.

[laughs] That sounds high class.

High class and probably very true.

Hey, where are you going? Come here,

Sit down. Eat something,

I'll handle your business for you, Rico,

I'll even protect your hoods for you.

But I refuse to eat with you.

Why?

'Cause you're a slob.

A slob. How do you like that? Did you hear what he said?

- Shut up, - Uh, there's one more thing.

Outside, Louis.

There's a girl, Vicki Gaye, works at The Golden Rooster.

I'd like her to have a better job.

Okay. Make a note.

That leg of yours. Don't stop you from nothing, does it.

Don't get sore, this is Rico.

Fix a job for her. Don't mention my name.

"Expect Canetto to face chair,"

"Guilty verdict for Canetto likely."

"Farrell's final summation today."

Forget that. Anything more?

No, the Express isn't out yet, That jury has been pretty cold.

It's going to be tough breaking them down.

Forget about the jury. I'll take care of the jury.

Just make sure I have those headlines in court today.

[buzzer rings]

Yeah, um?

Receptionist: A Miss Vicki Gaye is here.

Send her in. Lou.

Hello.

Sit down.

- Police been bothering you? - No.

- I wanted to see you. - Professionally?

Personally. I want to thank you for what you did.

You already thanked me on the phone.

At the club this morning, they said I was to have

a number of my own, they said that someone had...

Ms. Gaye, I don't know what they told you at the club.

And I'm not particularly interested.

I'm due back in court in a few minutes.

Was there anything else?

Here is the money that Louis Canetto gave me at the party.

Will you see that he gets it?

That's a very sentimental gesture,

But Canetto doesn't need money, what he needs is a good lawyer

and lots of luck.

I'd still rather give it back.

Why?

Maybe I want you to have a better opinion of me.

A girl is entitled to what she can get,

When you sell your pride, it's tough to put a price on it.

Four hundred dollars isn't very high.

[knock on door]

Lou: They're calling you from the court.

Department 181 of the Criminal Court,

State of Illinois, for Cook County is now in session,

Judge Bookwell presiding. Take your seats.

Order in the court. No talking. Order in the court.

Is the defense ready for summation?

Ready, Your Honor.

Watch that walk.

Gentlemen,

I would like you to look upon the face...

of a dead man,

At this moment, I wouldn't give you two cents

for the life of Louis Canetto,

You're also looking at a defeated attorney.

Defeated not by facts.

Not by the testimony of the.., District Attorney's witnesses,

But by circumstances over which, unfortunately...

you and this court have no jurisdiction.

Take care of this thing for me, will you?

Thanks.

You gentlemen have been summoned here as intelligent

honest citizens of the state of Illinois to decide

whether Louis Canetto shall live or die.

But you're not making that decision, gentlemen.

That decision has been made for you.

"Expect Canetto to face chair,"

"Guilty verdict for Canetto likely."

That's where this case is being tried. In the daily press.

By crime reporters and sob sisters

grubbing and rooting among the...

the moral garbage of our city,

They have decided Louis Canetto is guilty,

They have taken over your rights.

Abrogated your sacred privilege to judge for yourselves,

In no uncertain terms, they have told you what to do,

If I were with you, gentlemen, I, uh...

I wouldn't be flattered,

Mr. Farrell.

The daily newspapers are not on trial here.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I said a moment ago, I'd been defeated by the press.

I now find I must also submit to the disapproval of the court.

Very well, gentlemen.

If you will bear with me for a moment.

I notice that some of you are looking at my watch,

Not very impressive, is it?

But it has a certain... sentimental value.

My father gave me this watch, when I was a kid.

In City Hospital.

Keeps good time.

Of which, I shall try to use as little as possible

while we examine the facts.

- [indistinct chatter] - [banging gavel]

Bailiff: This court will come to order!

Take your seats. Order!

Judge: In all my years on the bench, I have never seen a jury

so flagrantly defy the court's instructions.

Your names will be struck from the jury list of Cook County.

[indistinct chatter]

Where can I find Mr. Farrell, please?

Try Nick's speakeasy, around the corner.

It's the second one down.

I'm looking for Mr. Farrell. Is he here?

Aye, He just came in.

[indistinct chatter]

You know why?

The best lawyer in the State of Illinois.

Rico knows. I talk to them plenty.

They don't even talk the same language.

- Order up, Tommy. - Have a drink, Mr. Farrell.

He don't drink, you crumb. Get him some coffee,

I'll, uh, I'll take it down there, Nick.

- What's the matter with here? - Shh-shh,

It's a chick. Chicks come first.

This, uh, isn't an accident?

- I was in court this afternoon. - Yes, I saw you.

Very interesting.

Criminal cases usually are.

Let me ask you a question.

When I took money from Louis Canetto

you said I was selling my pride.

What makes you so much better than me?

Louis Canetto is a murderer.

He's guilty and you know it.

And still you got him off.

Why?

Well, when a man is dying of cancer, he's entitled

to the best medical care he can afford,

If he's facing the electric chair

he's entitled to the best lawyer.

I'm one of the best,

And like a competent surgeon, I get a good fee.

You mean your pride sells higher than mine?

That's right. It's my business.

A mouthpiece for the mob.

A guardian angel for punks and gunmen.

You like being that,

Well, it wasn't forced upon me, I could've chosen

some other branch of the law but, this was the quickest way.

I'm a great believer in the quickest way,

You may have noticed that I limp more in front of a jury.

- Did you notice? - Yes.

I do that to get their sympathy and their pity.

And I take their pity and I use it.

Is that what you want? Pity?

If it is, you have mine,

For a lot of things,

Get out of here.

[indistinct chatter]

[knock on door]

- Blinkey, open up will you. - Okay.

Hiya, Puss.

Thank you,

Hey, fellas.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Mr. Farrell.

That was a pretty good show today.

T... that business with the watch was very funny,

Glad I amused you, Louis.

Next time, maybe I'll let you fry.

Here.

Keep it as a memento.

Thanks.

Pretty good day for tips.

Hey, Nick, Set them up. Another round,

[applauding]

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He's out there again. Third time this week.

He's boozing it up tonight, though. That's a switch,

Doesn't he ever ask you for a date or anything?

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Man 1: And now...

Miss. Vicki Gaye!

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[audience applauding]

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[bell tolling]

I was brought up in this district.

We used to swim down there.

A little slimy but it was cool.

When the bridge opened, we used to hang on

to the girders underneath.

The trick was to see who had the nerve enough

to hang on the longest.

One day, one of us was a real winner.

But something went wrong.

He slipped and got mixed up in the gears.

Like being caught in a meat grinder.

The bones of his hip weren't set too well,

they dragged his left leg.

He didn't mind too much, He was 12 years old,

In a kind of a way it made him a hero

with the rest of the gang.

But, a few years later, when the.,

other kids were walking their girls

through Hammond park on summer nights,

he began to think that somewhere along the line

he'd been cheated.

[bell ringing]

One night I made myself a promise,

That someday, in spite of a crooked body,

I'd be a whole man again.

Respected, Admired.

Even envied.

That was my goal.

The law was the road to it.

Criminal law because it was the quickest way.

I have respect now.

There are judges in this town who are afraid of me.

Politicians who... hate my guts.

But they all respect me,

I got off the road once,

I married,

She was a showgirl.

Pampered, spoiled. Very beautiful.

Being beautiful, she felt entitled

to anything the world had to offer.

Penthouse apartment, Furs, jewels.

I was in love with her. I enjoyed giving it to her.

Then one night I went to her room

and she told me from her

sweet-smelling bed.

She couldn't bear the sight of my crookedness.

There wasn't any divorce. That wasn't part of her plan.

I left that night. I haven't seen her since.

Where is she now?

In the apartment, with the furs and the jewels

and a check on the 1st of every month.

I wanted to tell you.

I wanted you to know.

I'll take you home now.

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[knocks on door]

Yes?

- Hi. - Hi.

I realize you're an artiste now

and you probably won't be interested,

But there are a couple of live ones in from St. Louis.

No, thanks.

I already told one of them I was behind on my rent,

Which I managed to raise to two hundred dollars.

I've got a date.

Well! Twelve roses.

A whole dozen,

He must be loaded.

Well, what do you think? How's it look, pretty good?

Fine, Mr. Tom,

You don't mind working so late?

Oh, no, sir. No sir.

May I say it's a real pleasure to see you like this.

May I tell you Jesse, it's a real pleasure to feel like this.

- Yes, sir. - But...

- Music, will you. - Music. Oh, yes sir.

We can't do without music.

- Uhuh. - Uhuh.

Chopin. "Nocturne."

What do you think?

Very appropriate.

- You ever heard it? - No, sir, I have not.

Neither have I. Let's try it.

[door bell rings]

- Jesse. - Oh, yes, sir.

- Hello, Jesse. - Evening, Ms, Vicki.

Happy anniversary.

Well, how do you like it?

I did it all myself,

Of course, Jesse, uh...

arranged the table, bought the flowers.

Cooked the food. Incidentals like that.

But I did it all myself,

It's beautiful.

Oh, here.

This is something I really did myself,

- What is it, Tommy? - Open.

- Looks very expensive. - It is.

I thought we had an agreement,

All I thought was,

how beautiful it would look on you.

I've never given you anything,

You never let me.

You had your job, your own apartment.

There was nothing I could do for you.

Make an exception. Just this once.

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Well?

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[telephone rings]

Hello.

Yes, Lou. What is it?

Where?

Is Rico there now?

Yeah, I'll come as soon as I can.

Meet me outside.

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I have to leave.

There's a...

A meeting, A dinner,

A dinner? At 2 o'clock in the morning?

That's normal for Rico Angelo,

ls anything wrong?

There might be if I don't get there.

I'll, uh, get you a taxi.

- I'll wait here. - No.

I want to,

[cheering]

Seriously, it's a great honor,

For me to stand here.

To honor Frankie Gasto.

[cheering]

Smart boy and a vicious boy.

And what's more.

A boy you can trust,

[cheering]

There ain't anything too much for a boy like that,

The last couple of years,

Frankie's done a great job.

Organizing the pool-room collections.

A lot better than all you mugs put together.

[laughing]

So I'd like to present..

This little token.

See... a little pool cue.

Engraved with solid silver.

From Rico to Frankie.

[laughing] Competition.

[table thudding]

I'm honored..,

to present this to Frankie Gasto.

Who's a great guy!

[cheering]

Even though he did make a couple of small mistakes.

Trying to set up another organization to take over...

what I built up.

Well...

That's ambition for you,

Huh?

And a guy that's got ambition

has got something coming.

I could've asked anybody else

to give this to Frankie, Yeah, but me?

I like to do things personally.

From... Rico to Frankie,

[grunts]

Rico! Rico!

You damned fool.

He crossed me,

He had it coming. He crossed me,

[groans]

Get him to a hospital. No ambulance. He can't wait.

He crossed me, I had to teach him.

If he dies, I'll try telling that to a jury.

Tommy?

I was getting worried about you.

- It's blood, Tommy, - it isn't mine.

That's all you need to know.

[Telephone ringing]

- Hello? - Tom?

Gasto pulled through.

He's going to live.

Tell Rico to go to Miami.

Wait there until he hears from me.

Right.

Don't ever answer either of these telephones.

The less you know, the better,

Tommy...

get out of it,

Before something happens.

- Get out now, - And do what?

Hang out a shingle in some farm town

and wait for clients?

Why not? You could make a living,

Sure. They're waiting in line,

All over the country they're waiting in line

for a crippled attorney with a...

crippled reputation to draw up their wills.

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The difficulty is centered in this area here.

However, there seems to be some small degree of hope.

A series of corrective procedures

by Doctor Karl Linden of Royal Hospital, Stockholm.

Consisting of multiple osteotomies.

Osteotomy is medical jargon for the breaking of bones.

Then, internal fixations with wires and screws.

Later, bone grafts.

To be done at monthly intervals.

A long, tedious procedure.

Acute discomfort.

Considerable pain.

I don't imagine that frightens you.

You're probably used it by now.

The one thing I should add.

There's no guarantee of success.

I'll let you know.

[horn honking]

I never knew there was pain.

You never told me.

You'll go, won't you?

No matter how long it takes.

A year away from you?

Whenever you need me...

just turn around and I'll be there.

Tommy?

Hello, Jesse. Is Mr. Farrell home yet?

I've been shopping. The most wonderful kind of shopping.

Ask for any place in the whole world

and they give it to you in your two hands.

The doctor said he would have to relax

before the first operation.

What do you think of the French Riviera?

The golden hours in Antibes. It's, "Antibes", you know.

Not Antibes. I learned that today.

Mr. Farrell's gone, Ms. Vicki,

He went to New York last night.

His boat sailed this afternoon.

And he asked me to give this to you,

"Tommy:" So I didn't want to say goodbye.

Please try to understand.

I'd like to be alone now.

We've waited so long for each other.

This year will not make too much difference.

Take care of yourself, darling.

Write me.

"I love you."

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Hello.

I wanted to meet you close up,

I'm Genevieve Farrell. Tommy's wife.

I should've recognized you.

We are sort-of the same type, aren't we?

They say that happens.

A man always marries the same girl twice,

Of course, he can't marry you, but the general idea is there,

I know about the Stockholm trip naturally,

How is he coming along?

- Alright, - You hear from him regularly?

Yes,

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

I mean, since he left.

Over a year.

I hope it's successful.

He's an attractive man, Tommy,

- Or would be... - What do you want?

I told you. I was curious. I wondered what you were like,

I know what you're like,

You're not in love with Tommy,

What're you hanging on for?

I gave up a lot for Tommy when I married him.

Besides, this operation might change everything,

I think it's only fair you should know.

I've written to Tommy.

I told him if things work out, if he wants me, I'll be waiting.

You had no right.

No right? Honey, I'm his wife,

Honey?

You're just married to him.

[door slams]

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- Thank you. - Thank you, miss.

Tommy: Vicki., Vicki!

Stay there.

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[upbeat music]

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[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Chicago! Telefono, senor.

Chicago, USA., Chicago.

- Telefono. - America, America.

Hello?

Ah, yes, Rico,

Well soon, I don't know exactly when.

I'm anxious to see you, too.

Yeah, I'll call you, When I get there.

Rico: It's Rico's way of saying welcome home.

Eighteen hundred bucks.

Good enough?

Rico, we'd better have a little talk,

Oh, yeah, we got a lot of catching up to do. Later, huh?

- Oh, hi, Farrell. - Louis.

Say, why didn't you bring the chick?

A lot of nice people here tonight.

The most important guys in town.

Get on up here, I said and say hello to my boy,

- Welcome back, Tommy. - Thank you, Your Honor,

How do you like my boy, huh?

- He looks fine. - Works pretty good, huh?

That cane, couple of months, he won't even need it.

Right, Tommy?

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I want you to meet somebody.

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Cookie La Motte. Shake hands with Tommy Farrell.

So this is your genius?

Maybe you've heard of Cookie?

Oh, everyone's heard of Cookie.

The youngest punk in Illinois ever to beat a murder rap.

Sixteen, weren't you Cookie?

Fifteen and a half.

Excuse me,

Well, Cookie ain't a punk anymore.

Him and me, we've kind of merged.

He takes care of the southern part of the state.

I operate here, but.

Right now, the reason I want you to meet him..

Cookie is in kind of a jam.

What mischief has Cookie been up to?

Did you ever hear of a smart-aleck

punk named Jeffrey Stewart?

I know a lawyer, Jeffrey Stewart.

Just been appointed Special lnvestigator

to inquire into the rackets.

That's him. He got the political bug.

Wants to be senator or something, well..

What does he do? He turns the heat on Cookie.

Rico: He calls him before the Grand Jury

in Springfield and if they get a..,

uh..what do you call it, a... an indictment..,

it means Cookie will have to stand trial, right?

That means I go next.

Well... in a way, while you're talking up for Cookie

you'll be talking for me, too, Right?

What do you say? What's his chances?

You want it quick?

Get out of town, Cookie, if possible,

get out of the state, you haven't got a prayer.

No?

Why?

Too many witnesses against you.

Witnesses?

For instance?

Well, to name a few, Manny Nichol, for instance.

Saul Horseman, for instance.

Frank Deleary, Lippy Burke. There is quite a list.

I can't remember all of 'em.

[laughs]

Witnesses?

Those guys are dead,

That's what I mean, Cookie.

Any investigator in his right mind knows who buried them.

You know something, Rico.

I don't like your genius.

He has a sense of humor,

But I don't like him.

Cookie, you go on.

Let me talk to Tommy alone.

[chuckles]

You weren't very polite to Cookie. You hurt his feelings,

I didn't realize he was so sensitive,

A nice partner you're hooked up with.

He's a smart kid.

Brilliant, He's also a psychopath.

You know, that's what I like about you, Tommy.

Y... you've got class.

Big talk..fancy words.

But what's it mean?

He's insane, Rico. Crazy. Gone in the head,

Why? 'Cause he takes care of a few rats who got in his way?

Maybe I done the same thing. Am I crazy, too?

You're predictable, Rico. He isn't.

He doesn't kill for business. He kills because he enjoys it,

He's like a-a dog with rabies,

Except he doesn't froth at the mouth.

Someday he'll get around to that, too.

Look, maybe he froths, maybe he don't froth.

All I know is, he's in trouble.

And so am I. So get to work, will you.

Sorry, Rico.

That's what I wanted to talk about,

I'm going out to the coast in a couple of days,

Get a license out there and set up a new practice. Legitimate,

It will be tough for a while but I figure I can make it.

I don't think I like this, Tommy.

All of a sudden you walkin' on two feet,

and you kick your friends in the face.

I don't see it that way,

You know everything about me, Tommy.

My whole operation.

Where the payoff is, and who to.

You know all my friends, all my enemies, alive and dead.

I always told you everything, Tommy, like a Priest, you know.

The only difference is, a Priest can't talk,

You know me better than that.

Alright. Yeah,

I'm talking like a lass,

Well...

Let's put it this way. I need you, Tommy.

You're my boy, like a son.

You walk out on me now, what happens to poor Rico?

Poor Rico gets himself another lawyer.

- There are plenty in town. - But only one Tommy Farrell.

Not available, Rico,

You know there is one thing I could never stand,

is a reformed drunk,

A reformed crook I put in the same class,

A lawyer doesn't become a crook just because he represents one.

I can plead any crooks case, even yours.

Or Cookie La Motte.

I'm out, Rico... for good.

Nobody ever quit me,

I got rid of a few guys but nobody ever quit.

Except me,

Get used to it, Rico.

I hate to do this.

You're making me sound like a louse again.

Tommy, you know what you told me about this new hip of yours?

How it's strung together with pins and wires?

Plates and stuff.

Suppose somebody took a crowbar to that hip.

Hm?

One fast swing...

It would look like the inside of a busted radio set.

You wouldn't walk so good.

Maybe never. It hurts me to think about it.

- Try it, Rico. - Me? Nah,

You're my boy,

I couldn't do a thing like that.

But I know a guy who would.

Have him try it.

And take that chick of yours.

That's what I call a real, pretty chick.

I only saw her once, but...

The face of an angel.

You know what a bottle of acid could do to a face like that?

There is a guy for that job, too,

If you touch her.

If anyone touches her. I'll kill you, Rico,

You don't have to kill me, Tommy.

'Cause nobody is going to lay a finger on her.

'Cause you are gonna take this Springfield job.

Now,

Let's go and be polite to Cookie,

Bring him in here.

I don't chase around after punks.

Temperament.

Temperament.

I like it,

[intense music]

[train horn blares]

Look.

It's the last job I'll do for Rico.

He understands that,

When this thing is over, the day it's over..,

Tommy... don't try to explain it.

You've taken this case.

For some reason you want me with you.

Well... I'm here.

[buzzer]

Yeah?

Hello.

I was, uh, I was just passing,

I thought I'd stop in and say hello to my counselor,

How is it going?

I was wondering, when we get there tomorrow.

I thought perhaps you might want to

rehearse me a little bit. Tell me what to say,

Thing you need to rehearse, Cookie,

is keeping your mouth shut, and get yourself

a decent suit of clothes.

Alright. Just trying to be some help.

Sure. Can you read?

Run over this stuff and see how they can fail to indict you.

They'll indict, and that means a jury trial.

Now, you're a genius in front of a jury.

- So is Jeffrey Stewart, - Well, I'm not worried,

Rico says I'm in good hands.

The best.

Right?

It had better be.

[train horn blares]

Goodnight,

- Mr. Field. - Yes, sir.

As a prospective juror.

Do you have any moral aversion towards capital punishment?

No, sir.

Could you send the defendant, Cookie La Motte

to the electric chair?

Well, if he deserved it, yeah,

The state finds this juryman acceptable.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- All yours, Mr. Farrell. - Thank you.

- Mr. Field. - Yes, sir.

Have you formed any kind of notions about this case?

Whether the defendant might be guilty or innocent?

No, sir.

Do you know anything about Cookie La Motte?

Mm, no.

- Do you read the newspapers? - Yes, sporting pages.

- That's all you read? - And the comics.

Something fishy about this one. I can't put my finger on it.

- Accept. - I don't like him.

He's okay,

Rico says he's okay,

Accept.

May we have a decision, Mr. Farrell?

Is this juryman acceptable or not?

- Acceptable, Your Honor. - Next.

[instrumental music]

Rico is waiting for you,

Juror bribed. La Motte vanishes.

Juror bribed.

Put them in there. In this cab.

[instrumental music]

Cookie has gone over the state line,

Whiting, Indiana, Harbor Grill. Heard on the grapevine.

Says he's gonna get rid of Jeffrey Stewart.

Get rid of him, how?

Take a guess. You know what this can mean to me?

It could be a lot of trouble, boy,

Go see him. Talk some sense into his head,

I warned you about that punk.

I said, someday he'd froth at the mouth,

Didn't take long, did it?

Well, don't ask me to wipe his face.

He's your baby now, Rico.

Clean up the mess yourself.

Get me to a phone.

[car revving]

Take the bags to the apartment. Wait for me there.

- Tommy... - Vicki, do as I say.

[whistles]

Whiting, the Harbor Grill.

Get rid of Stewart how, Cookie?

We vote him out. My friends and I vote him out.

I have some very accommodating friends.

Listen gay boy, you don't run around

knocking off State's Attorneys. It isn't being done this year,

If Stewart gets a scratch on him they'll run you down!

- Like a sewer rat. - Why me? Stewart's in Chicago.

I'm not even in the state.

Your accommodating friends are, that's...

Whose lawyer are you? Theirs or mine?

You talk like theirs, now, if you're such a genius,

what am I doing sitting in this trap right now?

Look, I can do something about it, lawyer.

What're you gonna do about it? Talk!

Do something, whatever, or better yet shut up

and let me do it myself,

I ought to warn you,

Rico knows what you've got in mind. He doesn't like it.

Well, that's lovely, you can tell Rico from me he can go..,

[gunshots]

Man on radio: Tonight, the checkered career

of Cookie La Motte came to a grisly end.

La Motte and four companions shot to death

in a Whiting, Indiana saloon.

The four slain men have still not been identified.

In gangland circles it is whispered

that the mass killing was decreed

by hoodlum Tsar, Rico Angelo.

The opening salvo in a bloody campaign to wipe out

every henchmen of the dead La Motte.

If this is true, no man who ever worked

with La Motte or even knew him

Can feel secure tonight,

[intense music]

Canetto!

[gunshots]

[clanking]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

The fact that mobsters are conducting

a private war to kill each other off.

Doesn't mean that the state of Illinois State

has turned the administration of the law over to them,

Tomorrow we will appear before a Blue-ribbon panel

of the Grand Jury

to secure an indictment against every person

in high position or low, in any way connected with Rico Angelo

and his racket empire.

[sighs] Oh, Tommy.

- Tommy. - It's alright. It's alright.

I couldn't call and I couldn't drive back on the main road.

It was crawling with Cops.

All night long I kept thinking, "What if he's dead?"

What if he's dead! Tommy.

Oh, no, Rico doesn't want me.

If he did he'd have taken care of it tonight,

Now listen, I've got to talk to you,

We don't have much time, There's some cash here.

It isn't much, but it'll have to do.

Take it.

Get on the first train you can make.

Go to the coast. Any place. Let me know where you are.

Why? What have I done? What have you done?

- Nothing, - What am I running from?

Listen, this whole town has exploded.

They're paneling a Grand Jury right now.

They'll name me. I'll be indicted.

If you're in trouble, I belong with you.

- Not hiding some place. - Vicki, will you do what I ask?

No. Not unless you go too.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Yes, Rico, How are you this pleasant evening?

I got it all figured out, this Grand Jury business.

Without your testimony, the state don't have a case, right?

I mean, if you don't talk they don't even

make out a warrant for me.

Well, so..keep out of sight, Tommy.

Keep on the move for a while.

Well now, that's a masterpiece of legal strategy.

Whose brain are you using? Lou Forbes?

Listen boy, you do like I say and there won't be any beefs.

Tommy, don't make me get tough.

Remember what I said about you and that chick?

It still goes, More than ever, Now start moving.

Go on home and pack, I'll pick you up there in a few minutes,

Tom!

Police Officers.

Hi, there, Mr, Farrell.

Mind telling us where you were, earlier tonight?

Alright, it doesn't matter.

Pretty Boy lived just long enough

to tell us that you were in Whiting.

Let's go, Mr. Farrell. You too, miss,

- What're the charges? - You?

Material witness. Her?

You can take your choice. Let's go.

When does he come up for bail?

Sometime this morning.

Then I'll get a bondsman and bail him out.

You, uh, sure you want to?'

Farrell was in Whiting last night. They know that.

If you go as bond now, you might as well

tell the police you sent him there.

Very smart.

What do we do now?

Nothing. Just sit tight,

As long as Farrell doesn't talk...

Oh, he won't talk.

Let him rot for a while,

Okay, but the girl I want out,

Louis, see that she gets her job

back at the club and keep an eye on her.

- What for? - Legal brain,

So long as she's where I can reach her

that's why he won't talk.

The defendant Gaye is being held on an open charge.

- Is that correct? - That is correct, Your Honor,

Your Honor, since there is no definite charge.

I request that Miss Gaye be released

without bail on her own recognizance,

Request denied.

The court will accept recommendations

from the Prosecutor's office.

No recommendation for the defendant Gaye.

However, in the case of Thomas Farrell.

In addition to the specific charge of suborning a jury.

We would like to remind the court

that he will be a key witness in the people's case

against Rico Angelo,

We recommend sufficient bail to assure his presence at trial.

Bail for the defendant Gaye is set at five thousand dollars.

For the defendant Farrell.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

You come out this way, honey. Somebody is paying your bail.

Tom,

Well, what's your pleasure today?

Do we talk things out for a change?

Or are you thinking of making this your permanent address?

Well, the food is inexpensive and the bed's not bad.

I might just do that.

Besides, I have to come to trial sometime.

You can't hold me for ever.

It's going to seem like forever, Tom,

- I'd like to help you. - And yourself.

Incidentally, when do they start pushing you for senator?

The day you start talking.

Once again, who killed Cookie La Motte?

Person or persons unknown.

Once again, who bribed that juror down at Springfield?

Not me. You know that.

Sure, I know that. You're too smart.

But will a jury think so?

- I doubt it. - Mm-hm.

When I was a practicing attorney.

A couple of weeks ago.

My great stock in trade was defending the guilty.

Evidently, yours is convicting the innocent,

Tom,

You're my whole case against Rico Angelo,

- I need you. - So you're threatening me.

You bet I am. I warned you.

I can be just as conniving as you. Maybe more so.

But there's one difference between us.

I happen to be on the right side.

And I have no rights at all. Except one.

The right to be left alone. Do you mind?

I'd like to read my newspaper,

What you need, Tom, is a smart lawyer.

Maybe so. You want the job?

I wouldn't be bad at it,

I might even dream up something as good as that

watch gag of yours.

I always admired that piece of business.

Tell me, Tom, where'd you get the watch?

- Not from your father? - I buy them by the gross.

You plead my case for me I'll give you one.

If I were pleading your case, I wouldn't need it.

All I'd want from you is a statement in particulars

turning states evidence against Rico Angelo,

Ten minutes after you signed it

you'd be walking out that door.

I'll think over your advice. Mail me your bill.

Excuse me, Mr, Stewart. He's got a visitor.

After two weeks. I thought you might like a little company.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

She's a nice girl, Farrell.

[instrumental music]

I tried to come before.

They wouldn't let me.

Are you alright?

- How about you? - Fine.

I have a job. At the Golden Rooster.

More money than before.

It's pretty funny, isn't it.

Did they tell you who paid your bail?

Just the club, That's all.

Why?

No reason, I just asked,

Tommy.

Why hasn't someone done something for you?

They could get you out, Angelo could.

Right now, Angelo would like to pretend

I don't exist, I'm a criminal,

He can't afford to get mixed up with the criminal type.

Maybe if I went.

- If I told... - No! Stay away from him.

Don't ever go anywhere near Rico Angelo.

I was going to write to you today.

Right now it doesn't seem very important, but, uh...

my wife is divorcing me,

Little late, isn't it?

Not for me.

Alright, Mr. Farrell. Let's go.

Oh, Miss Gaye,

I, uh, just wanted you to know. You can have a pass now,

- Any time you want it. - Thank you.

We're sorry to have to hold him here like this.

Actually, it's not Farrell we want at all. It's Rico Angelo,

If you could just get Farrell to talk.

To supply us with certain information.

We'd do everything we could to help him.

- You mean, he'd go free? - That's right.

- Have you told him that? - Every day.

- What was his answer? - Nothing,

Then why tell me about it?

Because we think he'd listen to you.

He could go to prison for twenty years.

You know that,

Yes,

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

[tribe music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[applause]

♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪

♪ And never brought to mind? ♪

♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪

♪ And days of auld lang syne? ♪

[knocks on door]

Just a minute,

What're you doing here?

I just wanted to wish you a happy new year.

Happy new year. Get out,

I said get out!

I got a message for you,

From Rico Angelo.

He says tell Tommy he's doing a great job.

Playing it real smart. He wants him to know that.

You're a liar,

Rico Angelo didn't say anything.

That's right.

I'm just making conversation.

All the same, Tommy's doing okay, not talking.

I mean.

Well, you know.

His friends appreciate it.

I hope he does talk,

I hope he digs a black hole for all of his

very good friends and shoves them in it.

You included!

You ought to be nicer to me, Puss.

You might need me sometime. I could be a big help.

Why would I ever need you?

You know.

Like, in case they put the screws on Tommy

and he sings a little.

Be a good time to have me around.

I ain't afraid of Rico Angelo, A lot of guys are, but not me,

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I do need someone,

Well, you ain't got far to look.

I always had a kind of thing for you.

You know what I mean?

- Louis. Tell me something. - Yeah.

- How bad a spot am I in? - Don't worry about it.

Yes, but like you said, if Tommy did talk..,

what would Rico do to me?

I don't know.

Maybe nothing,

He'd try to kill me, wouldn't he?

Not if I'm here.

- Not if I'm here! - Thank you, Louis.

Hey, come on. What're you, crazy or something?

What's the matter with you?

[cheering in distance]

[telephone rings]

- Hello? Vicki: Mr, Stewart?

- Yes. - I want to see Tommy.

You've got to let me see him.

You had a visitor's pass whenever you wanted it.

I don't mean there. I can't talk to him there.

I want to see him alone by ourselves.

Do you think you can get him to talk?

I don't know.

I'll do what I can.

But I've got to be alone with him, Just for a little while.

Please.

Help me.

[knocks on door]

See you later, Farrell.

That phone will ring in a few minutes.

Three times.

It means I have to leave.

They won't let me come back again.

For the last time, will you talk to Jeffrey Stewart?

You're afraid, aren't you. Not for yourself. For me.

Afraid of what they'll do to me.

Who told you that?

I'm not afraid, why should you be?

When we're not together, we have nothing.

We're alive. That's something,

As long as I keep my mouth shut, you'll be alright,

Do you think so?

Do you really think so?

Let me tell you something.

I had a visitor last night in my dressing-room,

Your good friend, Louis Canetto.

He came in while I was changing.

He didn't ask, He just walked in.

He's the one who told me.

And then he came close to me.

As close as I am to you,

And then he put his hands on me.

Tell me it's alright, Tommy!

I'm sorry for what I've done to you.

[telephone rings]

It's no use. He's protecting me.

- See that she gets home. - Right.

Bring Farrell to my office.

[engine revving]

You know we had to pay a month's rent in advance

for that place today.

Looks as though we wasted the taxpayers dough,

You could have been a big help to us, Farrell.

- We really could've used you, - Thanks.

But since obviously you're not going to play along.

There's nothing much we can do, is there?

I think this is everything you came in with.

You'll have to sign for it downstairs of course,

Would you like to explain this?

There's nothing to explain.

We're letting you go. That's all.

- You're out. - What did you tell newspapers?

That I talked? That I turned state's evidence?

I don't tell them a thing.

I'll let them draw their own conclusions.

They will, too. Everyone will,

Including Rico Angelo. He'll think I made a deal with you.

You know what you're doing, of course,

The second I set a foot outside this building

you can put in a call for the coroner.

Jeffrey: That's your problem.

- What about the girl? - That's your problem, too.

You've made it for yourselves, both of you.

I want protection.

Not for myself, for her,

Good enough. We'll send her to the coast.

Hold her there as long as you want,

Alright. Get a stenographer.

[instrumental music]

There'll be someone meeting you in Los Angeles.

You won't have to look for him. He'll know you,

And, uh, don't leave the compartment

until he picks you up.

[bells tolling]

[train chugging]

Swear out a warrant for Rico Angelo

and anyone else named in the transcript.

- Yes, sir. - Is that all?

You can go now.

If you want.

Or, we can hold you here a while longer,

It might be safer.

Right now there's not a safe place anywhere above ground.

I think we both know that.

Wait a minute,

You want this?

Thanks. I don't have a permit,

Incidentally, if you should have any trouble locating Mr, Angelo.

He won't be far behind me.

Do what you can for him,

Mr. Farrell.

Hi, Nick.

Let me have a beer, will you?

Good to see you, Mr, Farrell.

Anybody been in today?

No, it's a little early yet, Mr. Farrell.

Anyone comes in, tell them I was here.

I'll be back later.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct shouting]

It's like he's looking to get knocked off, Mr. Stewart.

He's done everything but advertise,

Yeah, I can't figure whether Angelo's looking for him

or he's looking for Angelo.

[instrumental music]

[knocks on door]

I'll finish that beer now, Nick.

Sure, Mr. Farrell.

[telephone rings]

- Alright, Nick. - Good to see you.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Yeah, he just come in.

Nick: It's for you, Mr. Farrell.

- Hello? Canetto: Farrell.

Rico wants to see you.

Yeah, I thought he might. Where is he?

Don't ask questions and don't make any moves.

Is Rico there now?

- Put him on. - Never mind is he here now.

Just walk out the back door.

Farrell.

Did you hear what I said?

Walk out the back door.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

Everybody out,

Louis. Stay here.

You too.

Rico, I... I'm telling you, you can't...

Keep your mouth shut.

You weren't hard to find, boy,

Oh, I didn't want to put you to any trouble.

I figured you'd catch up with me sooner or later anyway.

A couple of times today we could have cooled you real good.

I wasn't worried. I know you too well, Rico.

Some things you like to handle personally.

You and Stewart had quite a conversation.

- How far did you go, boy? - All the way, Everything.

Why? Mm?

I'm asking you.

Why do you do a thing like this to Rico?

I'm a peculiar guy.

I don't like jails for anyone, Especially me,

We'd have got you out.

We were working on getting you out.

How? In a basket?

[train chugging]

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to go back to that Stewart character

tell him you made a slight mistake.

You were anxious to spring yourself, huh?

And so all that talk you gave him was just that.., talk.

Rico, you're living in a dream world.

It's too late,

- Maybe not. - Ask your lawyer.

Tell him, Lou,

Whatever Rico says.

I think you'll do it.

Yeah. I think you will.

From Rico to Tommy, huh?

Oh, no. Not for you,

Not for you, boy.

Bring her here.

Take it off.

[train chugging]

[laughing]

Sick, eh? Sick in the belly.

It could have been, you know. It can still be.

Like I say. The face of an angel.

- You can't do this, Rico. - Make me try,

[keys clacking]

Lou Forbes thinks maybe I can,

He doesn't know you like I do, Listen, Rico.

Think back a long time, right in this neighborhood

just a few blocks from here.

You didn't know me then, but I knew you.

Everyone did. Rico Angelo.

King of the kids.

We used to look up to you, Rico. You were a big guy.

And how did you make it?

By beating up on the weak and the helpless?

Not Rico, Rico went looking

for the biggest and toughest he could find.

And he cut them down to size with his own two hands.

That was Rico's way,

And it's still your way, Rico, A man can't change that much.

That's why you won't do this.

I remember once, one of the kids. One of the weak ones.

His old man gave him a watch for graduation.

His old man was a drunk and a bum but he gave the kid a watch.

And the kid was proud., he went round showing it to the gang

"Look what my old man gave me, A watch."

Next thing you know, some mug took it away from him.

A big guy, Took it away,

Kicked the kid. Knocked him down.

Then Rico came along.

He worked that big guy over and good,

And when he was finished he handed the kid his watch

and he said, "Go on home.

On this block, no kid gets hurt."

You don't remember that, do you Rico?

- Well, I do. I was the kid. - Stop!

You've come a long way from those days, Rico.

You pulled yourself out of the gutter, out of the filth

and muck, until you stood right at the top.

It wasn't luck. It wasn't an accident.

It took a big man.

This.

This is not the act of a big man.

This I'd expect from some of the lice

who feed from you, but not from Rico.

It's beneath the Rico I once knew.

Rico Angelo. King of the kids,

And you know something, Rico?

In your own peculiar way, you're still a King,

Are you gonna listen to this?

Shut up you two-bit, greasy punk.

Don't ever open your filthy mouth when I'm speaking,

- You understand that? - Listen, Rico, he's...

Why, you fink, don't ever raise your hands to me

or I'll blow your head off!

Lay off. Let him talk!

Go on.

That's the kind of a punk you've been listening to.

That's why you're in a jam now. Not on account of me.

I may be in a jam, but I'll get out.

Listen, Rico, I'll make a deal with you.

Put her back on that train and I'll make a deal.

What kind of a deal? You going to see Stewart?

And land back in the can? I can't help you from there.

I've got to be out. I'll defend you, Rico.

How?

He can't. They won't let him in court.

Not in court, you poor slob. I'll prepare your case.

I'll tell that monkey every word to say and how to say it,

I'll take my own testimony and rip it to shreds.

I can do it, Rico. You know I can do it.

Can he do it?

Tell me.

Rico.

[gun firing]

[alarm blaring]

[intense music]

Big talk, huh?

Fancy words.

You got class, Tommy.

That's why I like you.

Ahh!

[intense music]

[screaming]

Here they come, sir,

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

One of our boys found it upstairs.

It has your initials on the back.

Did it really work again?

Keep it.., as a souvenir,

[instrumental music]