I Want to Live! (1958) Script

Oh! Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

What's the rush? I'm supposed to wait for Bonnie.

She can catch up with you later.

Where? You guys wouldn't let us look for a place to stay.

Listen, we didn't bring you chicks in from Vegas to go apartment hunting. Let's go.

GO, go: go'

No one knows where, but we gotta go.


Hey, what is this? Come on, get out of here.

Where's the girl? What girl?

All right, come on out, duchess.

You heard me. I said come out.

What, may I ask, are you two gentlemen doing in my room?

No sale, sister. Oh, come on.

Let's not make a federal case out of it.

It is a federal case. Ever hear of the Mann Act?

Transporting a woman across a state line for immoral...

What are you talking about? Look, you drove the girl in from out of state this afternoon.

Don't you think we check on those things first with witnesses?

All right, get your stuff. Let's go.

Just a minute, Copper.

Did you and your runny-nosed witnesses check on who was gonna pay for the room?



There we are.

You know what you're saying? What you'll be charged with?

Yeah, I know, and it's a misdemeanour.

No federal rap.

I've been there before.

All right, come on.

Get your paws off.

I soil easy.

Thanks, kid.

Don't lose this.

Gee, life's a funny thing.

Compared to what?

Left! March!

Hup, hup, hup, left, march!

Hup, hup, left, march! Now hear this!

I want to propose a toast to those two grand little seagulls, Peg and Bonnie.

They made San Diego a port the men of the U. S. S. Pompano will always remember. Hup, march!

Hup, march!

Oh, you goofed.

Ok, pay up, dogface. That will be a sawbuck.

Where'd you girls learn close-order drill like that?

In the W.A.C.S.? No.

The W.A.V.E.S.?

In Ventura.

California's most exclusive finishing school.

Very tough to get into, huh, Peg?

I always say there's nothing like a good education to get ahead in the world.

Hey, Joe! And, furthermore, I'd like to add a serious note.

Oh, sit down. You're rocking the boat.

Here you are. I was just going to yell "girl overboard."

You can't hear yourself think in there.

Well, here's somethin' to think about.

I got me a three-day pass startin' Friday.

How about me and you go down to Tijuana?

Negative. Why not?

I'm going on a weekend cruise.

Yeah? How's about inviting me along?

Oh, you wouldn't fit in.

I'm joining my mother and her friends on a private yacht.

What are you handing me? Your mother on a yacht?

Yeah! My mother on a yacht!

Besides, you're too young.

For what?

Am I still too young?


Hello, young lovers, hello.

Don't you ever knock before entering a balcony?

Guess who's here?

Mac and Stuey.

From Frisco? Uh-huh.


Forward, march!

Bury yourself!

So it looks like we finally made the bucket.

Well, what happened? Remember the delicatessen over on Bloom Street we always wanted to knock over?

Yeah. Well, we did.

And they know we did. But can they prove it?

Well, they got a pretty fair case, a witness even.

Well, one witness, that's all?

No, no fingerprints? Nothing like that?

Not unless I left them on the pickles.

So, you see, if we had an alibi...

Well, like, if you'd say we were with you, why, 1 O to one, we'd beat the rap. Sure.

Perjury's a felony.

That's what I told them.

There's three bills in it for you and Peg.

And all your expenses while you're in Frisco.

I don't know.

One thing about you, Bonnie.

You never let your pals down.

Come on. What do you say, huh?

Okay, it's a deal. Oh, God.

I knew she'd do it!

It'll be like old times.

Peg, we'll have a ball in Frisco. No, Bonnie.

I can't go with this kick.

Oh, don't be like that. They're nice guys.


I guess I just haven't got your guts.

Uh-uh. This is where I cut out.

Okay, you guys, there's a party goin' on.

Let's live it up!

That's my Bonnie!

Hey, George!

Some liquor for my friends.

Bongos away!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Joe, put a head on it!

You've done your time.

You're getting out. So watch yourself.

You're on probation for five years.

Don't leave the San Francisco area or otherwise violate your probation in any way, or you'll be back here quick enough.

Oh, no, ma'am. I won't.

I hope you mean it.

I see one section juvenile morals, four vagrancy, one vagrancy quarantine, three soliciting, perjury, not to mention the two years you spent at the Ventura Reform School for Girls.

As long as you're adding up the score, my mother was in Ventura before me.

That oughta be worth extra points.

What I'm trying to say is, you do have a choice.

People have managed to be fairly happy by not getting into trouble.

Get a job, maybe get married.

I have been...


Your way doesn't seem to be going too well.

Why don't you try the other?


Maybe I will.

Oh, no. No, Mr. Thomas.

I couldn't let you do that.

Now, don't be silly, Miss. Baldwin. Why not?

It is such a bother having just that one account in San Francisco.

I should open one down here.

San Francisco! Then we're neighbors. I go to Stanford.

Oh. Now I claim it as a right to cash your check.

Well, if you insist.

How's 20? Anything you say.

Just make it out to "cash."

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Oh, God!

Oh, allow me, miss. Allow me.

Are you in some kind of an earn-while-you-learn job?

Cop. What?

Vice cop.

Oh, look at these, all wet.

Oh, here, use one of mine. Just...

I feel as though I've just been through a laundromat.

I'll be right back.

I don't know, Hank.

Pickin' on a vice-squad cop to kite a check.

That's not much of a recommendation for a job in this place.

Well, she just got in town.

Yeah, how was I to know... Where you from?


Your occupation. What do you do?

The best I can.

Maybe you can do it for me.

Come here.

See you, and I'll raise you.

I'm out.

You chicken?

PERK". Your end comes to $100 and a quarter.

Together with certain other activities of the past month, that makes...


I'll put it in the safe for you.


You want it?

I'm quitting.

Oh. To get married.

Young Lochinvar, from behind the bar?


You've been married three times now.

Let's assume divorced as many.

You ought to have it figured by now, no white knight's going to come riding through your life.

Yeah, that's right.

There isn't space on my library card for all my names.

You think as Mrs. Henry Graham you'll be so ritzy you can't work for me, is that it?

I'm tired of it, Perk, all of it.

Used to be fun, but it isn't fun anymore.

You know, I go past the markets now and envy the housewives carrying out the groceries.

Eh. Eh.

I used to think they were stupid squares, too, but...

I get so tired of going out with a quarter to buy ice.

Okay, okay. So congratulate the bridegroom for me.

Wait till you taste my cooking.

Good luck, Bonnie.

You crumb, lay off!

You little fool, give it here!

It's our last $10! Oh, don't give me that.

You cashed a check. I wasted it on food.

Listen to me, Hank.

When I got pregnant, you promised to kick the habit.

I've tried, Bonnie. I've tried.

But tonight...

Aw, have a heart.

Just, just one more fix, and that's it, I swear.


Please, Hank, for the baby's sake.

Oh, the baby, the baby!

I got some rights, too!

Give it!

It's all right, honey. Shh.

Shh, here, here, aw, look at the tigey.

Look at the “gay.

Here, sweetie. Look at the tigey.

Please, honey, let...

Let me have the $10. I just wanna put it on a horse.

Horse? I got a tip.

I could score big.

Shut up!

Daddy didn't mean it, darling. Shh.

Daddy didn't mean it.

Oh, you...

You're so holy.

You're worse than me.

You're nothing but a no-good, fancy...

Daddy didn't mean it, darling.

He's sick.

Oh, don't you tell him about me.

Tell him about yourself!

And you got a record to prove it! All right!

As long as we're all bellied up to the bar for treats, here's something for you.

I'm sick of supporting you and your habit!

I'm sick of your smell!

This is a real dream house I've been running, and no junkie's worth it!

Take it!

Go on, take it! It's the last you'll ever get from me!

You mean that?

So help me.

I'm through.

Oh, it's nice to see you, Mr. Bixle.

Come on in out of the rain.

I could evict you right into jail, giving me this check.

Now, calm down, Mr. Bixle.

Maybe you'd like a little drink on a day like this, huh?

You're in serious trouble.

You don't even have an account in that bank.

How careless of me.

I used to.

I guess I got my Checkbooks mixed up.

I'll write you out another. No. Cash.

Mr. Bixle, give me until tomorrow.

My husband's been away all week.

I expect him back tonight.

All right. Tomorrow.

But after that, I'm going to the police.


Babs, I was just gonna call you.

Of course you can.

Come on over. I'll be waiting.


That's a hot one. She calls me.

Takin' her along, you must be nuts.

I'll go to my grave saying you're nuts.

You play it my WaY-

Maybe we'll all get out of this world alive.

...and I thought if Bobby and I could stay here for a while, I might be able to work things out.

Stay as long as you want.

Only thing is, Santo and me is taking a powder.

What's up?

All I know is, the police contact says we're hot.

Are the cops liable to show?

"Are the cops liable to show?"

I wouldn't worry.

Good-looking dame like you.

Not worry?

I've got half a dozen bum checks around, a busted parole, a...

A landlord on my neck...

I'm broke, Hank's disappeared.

And it's rainin'.

Take me with you, Perk.

With the baby?

I can leave him with Hank's mother. She'll be back in a week.

How about it, Perk? If I'm picked up with Bobby, they'll put him in a foster home sure.

I got the answer.

She comes with me to Acapulco. Simple.

I told you once, King. I don't think Mexico's a smart idea.

I don't care what you think.

What do you say, hon?

It's nice down there, and sunny.

I'll rub oil all over your body, so's you don't get too bad a burn.

It so happens I'd take a rap to avoid a trip with you.

Why? We could have lots of fun together.

You're not my type.

I heard there was no such thing as not your type.

Until I met you.

And believe me, it's purely personal.

Don't get sore, glamour boy.

You can't win 'em all.

Anyway, she's coming with us.

I'll send the three of you postcards.

You let me know which pen.

Watch out!

Spotter to control.

Boarding Lynwood bus.

2659 southbound.

One tail with her. Over.

Good work, spotter.

Control to walker.

If feasible, call intersecting streets.

All right, let's go.

Excuse me, sir. Is this cross street Burgess?

Yeah, this is Burgess. Royal and Burgess.

That Ethel's on the ball.

Minns to mobile 3. Royal and Burgess.

Wait at Royal. Take number one position.


Minns to control.

At destination, call in all division one units.

Destination is where she goes to cover. Read me?

Cut that screamer, Ted.

For once, write it the way it happens, eh, Montgomery?

Don't worry, Inspector.

I'll spell your name right.

A tramp, but smart.

Good-looking girl, too.

The kind that fools you.

Ha, not me.

I've seen angel pusses who'd shoot their own grandmothers in the back and take bets on which way they'd fall.

Excuse me.

Getting off at Barham Plaza.

Getting off.

Control to walker. Drop off.

We're putting the sergeant on Graham.

We wanna play safe.

Don't work too close yourself, please.

Meanwhile on the local scene, I've just been handed a news flash on the Monahan murder.

Police announce an important break in the brutal slaying of Mrs. Mabel Monahan, found beaten to death 11 days ago in Burbank.

Bruce King, a self-styled steeplejack, was picked up last night on the Mexican border.

According to one source, he has given authorities several highly significant leads.

Have you ever wondered whether distant grass really does look the greenest?

Tomorrow, we move further out.

But that's gonna make it tougher to visit Bobby.

Are you still on that kid?

What's for chow?

Champagne and winter strawberries.

Why, you... I'm not your maid!

All right, you two!

What do you know?

Santa Claus' workshop is finally taking a breather.

SANTOI What the...

I'm not the only one who doesn't pay his light bill.

Get down!

This is the Los Angeles Police Department.

You are surrounded.

We are authorized by Iavv to apprehend you dead or alive.

Dead or alive.

She was tailed.

She let herself get tailed! h' you wish to surrender peaceably, come out singly as your names are called, hands above your head.

Come out singly, hands above your head.

Emmett Perkins, come out.

Emmett Perkins.

We will not wait, Emmett Perkins.

That is a warning.

Maybe you asked 'em here, huh?

Yeah. I'll show you the engraved invitations.

Come out, John R. Santo.

MAN; John R. Santo.

You have 60 seconds, John R. Santo.

Obey orders, and nobody will be hurt, John R. Santo.


Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

Barbara Graham, you have 60 seconds.

If you do not come out, Barbara Graham, we will come in and get you.

We are warning you not to attempt anything, Barbara Graham.

Your friends are in custody.

It is over.

For the last time, Barbara Graham, come out.

Keep your hands above your head.

You heard me, Graham.

Hands above your head.

I won't warn you again, Graham.

Get those hands up.

Miss! Ed Montgomery.

Listen, give me a statement, I'll write your angle.



That's the one to print.

"Bloody Babs, the tiger woman."

Did she confess?

Not yet.

They've been grilling her all night.

I'm going over there now.

For your own sake, Mrs. Graham, tell the truth.

I've been trying to, for once.

You want a lie detector test?

I want a lawyer.

If you're innocent, a lie detector test can only help you.

Innocent of what?

What's the charge?

Open charge.

Could be any one of a number of things.

Like what, for instance?

For instance, $251 worth of bad checks, parolee consorting with known criminals, suspicion of robbery.

And, of course, that other thing.

What other thing?

Mrs. Mabel Monahan.

I never even knew the dame.

You know she's been murdered, don't you?

Yeah, so was Julius Caesar. I didn't know him, either.

Ever use narcotics, Babs?

No. No?

Well, your husband does.

You know, if you cooperate, maybe we can let you have a fix.

There's no monkey on my back.

Never has been.

Then what's with your legs?

Why are you squirming?

I got a worse habit, like goin' to the powder room every six or eight hours.

You mind? Sit down.

Lousy hop-headed slut!

I'd like to spread you out and stamp you into the ground.

Everybody gets his kicks some way.

Why, you dirty... Mrs. Graham, we have a tough, ugly job to do, and you're making it tougher and uglier for all of us. My heart bleeds for you.

How can I help, Inspector, buy a few tickets to the policemen's ball?

You're being very foolish.

We're giving you a chance, not only to help the law for once, but save yourself.

What do you mean?

If you turn state's evidence, tell us everything you know about the Monahan job, you can walk out of here a free woman.

We're offering you complete immunity.

All you have to do is sign a full statement naming names, we won't even call it a confession.

And you go free.

So that's why you been playing the mama bull, Inspector.

You think I'm a stoolie, huh?

No dice!

I'm sorry for you.


Just plain dumb.

Right now, your playmates are spillin' their guts.

Don't let 'em make you the patsy.

You heard the inspector.

Minute you sign a statement, you're off the hook.

All right, I'll name names.

Now we're cookin'.

The inspector, the lieutenant, the sergeant, especially you, Sarge, are jerks!

But I'll say this for you, Sarge.

You sweat.

I'm getting tired of fooling around with you.

She's the hardest cookie I ever ran up against.

Worse than her boyfriends.

Yeah, what about them?

I have nothing for the papers yet.

Bear with me, huh?

Next on your phone, Ed.

Charlie, she won't confess, so I'm gonna play up her vice record.

Dope, prostitution, any other kick I dream up.

Nope. I'll keep Santo and Perkins in the background.

Graham's the one who'll sell papers.

Yeah, of course she is.

She's had a record ever since she was knee-high to a slot machine.

Oh, I'll paste together my usual valentine, cold-blooded sadist, titian-topped tigress.


Titian. Skip it.

I'll have it for you in an hour.

Is that how you got your Pulitzer?

It's Mrs. Graham's tough luck to be young, attractive, belligerent, immoral, and guilty as hell.

Ever been arrested? No. Hey!

What is this, a striptease?

Whom do you wish notified in case of death or serious illness?

Marlon Brando.

Hey, how about letting me have that tiger back? Hmm?

He's housebroken.

After I check it, it will be placed with your property.

Well, what are you doing?

No!DoNfl My bonnie lives over the ocean My bonnie sails over the sea...

All right, Jenny Lind, I have to look you over for soars, wounds, open sores.

Turn around.


Put your arms out.

So, look for scars.

You don't have to count my pores one by one, do you?

What's that?

Push-button control.

Looks to me like someone used you to put out a cigarette.

Don't touch the merchandise.

Think you're pretty hot stuff, huh?

This will cool you off.

Aah! Ooh!

Come on, honey. You're gonna pad with me.

"Stone walls may not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage."

But they sure help.

What I still don't get is, why your kind of bail just for hanging some bad paper around town?

What I mean is, it's way out of line.

$25,000 for a chicken crime like forgery?

Unless they got something else on you, huh?


You keep your sympathy to yourself, and I'll keep my business to myself.


Graham, front and center.

Something for you.

Barbara Graham? Yeah.


"Appear before the grand jury for the crime..."


What is this? They're crazy.

Oh, no, they don't!

They don't pull a raw one like this!

They don't pin a murder rap on me!

I've done a lot of things in my time, a lot of things, but not murder!

I told those cops, I know nothing about any murder!

Nothing! Do you hear me?


"I know nothing about any murder. Do you hear me? Nothing!" shouts Barbara Graham as she is indicted this afternoon by the grand jury for the murder of Mrs. Mabel Monahan, a crippled Burbank widow.

Indicted along with her are the other three members of the so-called Monahan murder mob.

Bruce King, Emmett Perkins, and John Santo.

Don't know who it is except the name I told you on the pad.



Well, of course, Mrs. Ciesilwicz.

You're married. Uh-huh.

His name's Joe. He's an aircraft worker.

Any kids?

A boy and a girl.

Would you believe it? I'm a real square.

Thursday afternoon club, the Holy Rosary Society, community chest, the works.

Well, me, too, almost.

I have a boy, 13 months.

And smart.

You shouldn't have come here, Peg.

Oh, don't be silly.

If the newspapers get hold of it, your husband's liable to find out.

He knows.

Yeah, but...

Does he know about us, how we were?

I came clean about everything long ago.

When I told him I was coming to see you, you know what he said?

He said, "That's what friends are for."

He, he did? Sure.

Oh, Bonnie, are you gonna be all right?

Well, we might as well face it, I'm in a real jam this time.

I'm the little ball bouncing around a roulette wheel, everyone betting me to land where it's gonna do them the most good.

Votes for the D.A., circulation for the newspapers, promotions for the cops.

That still don't give them the right to hang a bad rap on you.

You didn't ask me if it was a bad one.

I didn't have to.


You'd do the same for me if it was the other way around.

It could have been, Bonnie.

Oh, believe me, it could have been. We were, we were so alike.

All right. Stop that.

You're a different person now.

You have been, ever since you got smart in San Diego and cut out.

All the stuff I read...

And I could...

Never read the handwriting on the...


Well, is there anything I can do?

Could bring your boy around for a visit.

No. I don't want Bobby down here.

Maybe you could go and see him, though.

Oh, sure.

Barbara Graham, time's up.

But I only just got here.

Visiting room closes at 3:00.

Thanks for coming, Peg.

See you soon.


What about a lawyer? Have you got one?

Nothing to worry about.

I'll use the public defender.

No, sir.

No court-appointed attorney for me.

I don't want you, Mr. Tibrow, period.

I want the public defender.

I assure you, I'll do the very best I can with the $500 given me to investigate your case.

500 bucks. That's not enough to investigate who's pinching soap from a Look, at least with the public defender, I could put up a fight, even if he doesn't have the men and the dough that D.A. has.

Why can't I have the public defender?

Because, as I've tried to explain to you, the district attorney has pre-empted him for Bruce King, and your interests are adverse.

Well, he's a defendant, too, isn't he?

Yes, but he claims that you did the actual killing.

Why, that crummy, no-good...

Mrs. Graham... ...dirty, double-crossing...

Can't we spend our precious time on something more constructive?

Yeah, you're right.

I should be thanking you instead of fighting with you.

All I ask is complete honesty between us.

That's a deal.

Now, then.

You stated that on the evening of March 9, you were at home with your husband and baby, but in your testimony to the grand jury, you said your husband couldn't be found.

Don't you believe me? A jury won't.

You can't simply tell them, "I wasn't there."

You've got to say, "I couldn't have been there, "because here is where I was, "and these are the people who were with me to prove it."

Well, I can't do that.

So, let's level.

What chance have I got?

With an uncorroborated alibi?


There is.

I'm the someone.

You shouldn't read other people's mail.

There's a lot of things I shouldn't do.

Step into my office.

Little Rita will take care of the pretty lady.

You really weren't there?

That's right, Your Honor.

Well, then, you've only got one problem, sweetie.

You weren't with anybody some other place.

I was with my husband, but he skipped.

And my son.

Age one.

I've got a friend. His name's Ben.

He could use money.


Ben's coming to see me Friday.

Maybe he should try to see you, too.

No, thanks.

It's something to think about.

Look, you're in for manslaughter yourself.

Why would you wanna do this for me?

You're a friend in need.

Tomorrow's Friday.

Just another wild prison rumor.

My friend Ben comes on Friday.

Have you thought about it?

Yeah. A lot.

It's an awful big chance.

It's a big rap.

One slip-up, that's all I'd need.

You can trust Ben.

How about you?

You know about me.

Make it easy. Bet it hard.

Four trey, seven away.

Mamas gem' home to stay.

You made your point, sweetie.


I guess I did.

I'm gonna need a password.

This line. Here.

BEN". "I came like water."

"And like wind, I go."


That's me.

Rita told you about the deal, the money part?

You'll get it as soon as I'm out of here.

I guess it's all right, as long as you're okay in Rita's book.

Now, one other thing.

Is there any physical evidence, fingerprints, blood on your clothes?

Are you nuts? I wasn't even there.

Look, will you play it straight with me?

I'm going way out on a limb for you. Way out.

I wasn't there.

All right, now, let's get with it. We don't have much time.

Thirty minutes, that's all.

That's long enough. Easy.

There's time to run through it just once more.

All right.

It was the Encino Arms Motel.

I picked you up in town, near your house on 54th Street.

You were in a cab. I was awaiting for you at the corner of 54th and Sunset.

We went out to the motel, and we...

Poor Aunt Maude.

But she shouldn't use a mustard plaster.

I guess so.

All right. We went out to the motel...

And we registered under the name of Mr. and Mrs. J. Clark.

Mmm-hmm. We stayed there till 7:00 the next morning.

In cabin 20.

And then you took me home afterward.

And if they ask me why you've kept quiet about it until now...

I'm married, but now that I see that it's a matter of life and death...

It sure is.

Nothing better go wrong with this.

Don't worry.

Where were you that night, really?

Look, I've gotta know.

If someone saw you where you really were, and they show up at that trial, where does that leave me?


Nobody saw me.

How can you be sure? You're not even sure where you were.

I'm sure, but I can't prove it.

If I could, I wouldn't need you, would I?

Uh-huh. Well, suit yourself.

Much as I'd like to save that gorgeous hide of yours, I just can't take that kind of a chance.

We better forget the whole thing.

Come back.


You got something you wanna say?

You've really got the hammerlocks on me.

What do you want? You were there, weren't you?

Is that all you'll believe?

It would be an easy thing to believe, and I wouldn't have to worry.

I'll double your money.

On, baby.


Have it your way.

You were with them?

With Perkins and Santo?

Because if you were, it's okay.

It will be my story against Bruce King's.

You were with them, huh?

All right, all right, all right. I was with them.

Then from here on in, you just relax.

You're a cinch to beat the cyanide.

May it please the coun', counsel for the defendants, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we will prove that on the night of March 9, 1953,

King, Santo, Perkins, Barbara Graham brutally murdered Mrs. Mabel Monahan, a crippled widow, 61 years of age.

You will see why they needed a woman to gain admittance to the Monahan home.

We will show you how they searched every nook and oranny of her house, looking for a hidden cache of money.

And in conclusion of his opening statement, district attorney Milton cries, "We mean business.

"You, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have sworn you have no scruples

"about the death penalty, "even though one of the defendants be a woman.

"So now I say to you, invoke the extreme penalty.

"Let justice be done."

Very well. You arrived in front of the Monahan house.

It was dark.

Santo tells Barbara Graham, "You go ahead in."

You see Mrs. Graham enter the house.

Then what happened?

Well, after Mrs. Graham entered the Monahan house, Santo and Perkins insisted that I follow her.

And did you?

About a minute later.

When you went in, what was the first thing that attracted your attention?

Well, Mrs. Graham was striking Mrs. Monahan in the face with a gun.

In the head and face.

In what position was Mrs. Monahan?

She was standing up.

Mrs. Graham had her by the hair with her left hand and was striking her with her right hand.

Then what did you do?

Well, I told Mrs. Graham to cease hitting her anymore, put my hand in the way.

Mrs. Monahan collapsed.

And then?

Well, they tied Mrs. Monahan up and searched the house.

Who did?

Santo, Perkins, and Mrs. Graham.

Oh, and me.

You may examine.

Don't let him get away with that.

Tear him apart.

TIBROWI Mr. King, was an offer made to you by the district attorney's office to testify at this trial?

It was.

Would you state what that offer was?

Mr. Milton told me that if I would tell the truth, he would ask the court to dismiss this case against me.

And that's the reason for the testimony you have given, is it?

Oh, no, sir.

What is the reason for it, then?

To bring justice.

To all persons concerned, including yourself?

Yes, sir.

And you feel it is justice for you to be released, and perhaps the others condemned?

I do.

Mr. King, you testified earlier that Emmett Perkins gave you a gun about five minutes before you reached the Monahan house.

Is that correct?

Four or five minutes. Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. King, if you did not intend to participate in violence, even if you were there only on...

How shall we say, your mission of mercy...


Your Honor, he's characterizing the testimony.

Sustained, as to the last phrase.

Mr. King...

Pray tell, why did you take the gun?

You know something, I've often wondered myself.

That sure rocked the jury.

Look at them.

And as the trial of Barbara Graham goes into its third day, the nationwide interest in the fate of the so-called queen of the murder mob continues to mount.

Tonight, the police have been alerted by a tip-off that there's a gangland plot to spring her.

Extra precautions will be taken in the courtroom tomorrow.

Hey, leave us in, pops. We wanna see Babs.

Go on home. Ain't you kids got nothing better to do?

Ah, your mother wears army boots.

Psst. Bonnie.

Hi, Peg.

I saw Bobby this morning.

How is he? Wonderful. He'll be walking soon.

Oh, I've gotta be there to see him take that first step.

Oh, you will. You will. It's going fine.

Yeah, sure.

I just haven't had my innings yet, that's all.

Ah, Mrs. Graham, I'm Ed Montgomery from...

I've seen the name.

Who's she?

Some autograph hound.

Me, too.

How about signing an exclusive interview? I'll pay.

OK, scoop.

Here's your first installment.

"Bloody Babs shuns press."

Please remain seated, and come to order.

Court is again in session.

The record will show the jury, counsel, and defendants present.

You may proceed, Mr. Prosecutor.

Our next witness will be here in a moment, Your Honor.

He's just outside.

Hey, that's my man.

Your who?

That's Ben. Ben, the one I told you about.

Raise your right hand to be sworn.

That's the fella who was with you at the motel?

That's my witness.

Your witness?

He's just been called by the prosecution.

But that's Ben Miranda. That's my alibi.

State your name, please.

Benjamin Miranda.

What is your occupation, Mr. Miranda?

Police officer for the city of Los Angeles.

Now, sometime before today, were you given a special assignment by the Los Angeles police department to work on the investigation of the Monahan murder case?

Yes, sir, I was.

What was that assignment?

On August the 7th, I went to the women's division of the county jail for a meeting with Mrs. Graham.

Was this meeting at Barbara Graham's request?

They crossed me.

The both of them crossed me.

That dirty, stinking little tramp.

Shut up!

Now, at the time and place you first saw Barbara Graham, did you give her some kind of password?

Yes, sir. I did.

Can't you do something, Mr. Tibrow?

I'll do something.

What was the password?

Your Honor, may we approach the bench?

You may, Mr. Tibrow.

May it please the court, I have repeatedly warned my client against deceiving me in any way, but I have been deceived.

I've been lied to. I've been misled.

For the record, I ask permission to withdraw.

I am sympathetic with counsel.

However, since no person could be better qualified than the attorney who has proceeded in the case so far, the court does not feel that it should relieve you.

Just so the court understands my position.

Oh, it does indeed.


Read the last question, Mr. Reporter.

Question. "What was the password?"

"I came like water, and like wind I go."

BEN". It'd be my story against Bruce King's.

You were with him, huh?

All right, all right, all right. I was with him.

Then from here on in, you just relax.

You're a cinch to beat the cyanide.

Those are the words which go echoing through the courtroom today at the trial of Barbara Graham.

A written transcript is used in court for the prosecution, but you are hearing the actual voices as originally recorded on the wire inside a tiny mini-phone like this, which Police Officer Miranda conceals on his body during his rigged prison meeting with the alleged murderess.

It's all taken down on the miniature recording device.

Her desperate attempt to establish a false alibi, her faltering admission she was there at the scene of the crime.

The flaming redhead finally crumbles into a shattered, frightened woman.

She is led crying from the courtroom after the brutal session.

Curious onlookers, photographers, and reporters, including this correspondent, crowd around her.

Have you anything to say for TV, Mrs. Graham?

I'm innocent.

What about the testimony of Bruce King and Police Officer Miranda today?

I'm completely innocent. I was home with my family that night.

They'll all die violently.

The spies, the liars, all the ones who want me dead.

I'm innocent.

Do you swear it?

I swear it.

I swear it on my baby's life.

May God strike him dead if I'm guilty.

And what happens to Rita, the blond prison siren, the inside girl who so invaluably aided the police, while herself serving time for manslaughter?

Her sentence is suspended, and she is released on probation, as the woman she helped entrap takes the stand tomorrow to fight for her life.

And now, despite what you told Mr. Miranda, you claim the truth is that you were at home with your husband on the night of March the 9th. Is that correct?

So, help me God.

And yet you made no effort to contact your husband.

While at the same time, you went to great lengths to make use of the services of Mr. Miranda. Is that correct?

The same goes for you!

Just answer the question!

I wrote Henry one letter while I was in the county jail, and I never got an answer.

And in that letter, did you say anything about being with him on the all-important night of March the 9th?

You're hesitating, Mrs. Graham.

I'm trying to think.

You do that.

May the record show that I have here a letter addressed to Henry L. Graham, postmarked May 20th, 1953, and stamped on it, "Mail censored, Los Angeles County Jail."

I will ask that this be marked next in order for identification.

So ordered.

People's exhibit 73.

I ask you to read this letter, and tell us whether or not you wrote it.

That's her husband.

Henry L. Graham.

Oh, thank God.

I will clear the courtroom if there's another such outburst from anyone.

Proceed, Mr. Prosecutor.

Did you write that letter to your husband, Mrs. Graham?

Yes, I did.

And in that letter, did you say anything about where you and he might have been on the night of March the 9th, or whether you were together, or anything about establishing your alibi?


I offer into evidence, if the court please, this letter marked exhibit 73.

Accepted into evidence, letter marked exhibit 73.

But I remember now why I didn't.

I wanted Henry to come and see me.

You also asked Mr. Miranda to come and see you and testify falsely that he was with you March the 9th.

I didn't exactly want him.

I just felt that I had no other choice.

You told him that you were really with Perkins and Santo that night, didn't you, Mrs. Graham?

I kept telling him that I wasn't at the scene of the crime, and he acted like he should insist I was, and I thought, well, this is my last chance.

I can't prove where I was, and if he walks out on me, then I won't have anybody.

I didn't know what to do, which way to turn.

Just respond to the question!

All I could think of was that I couldn't prove my alibi and I was gonna go to the gas chamber, and I was desperate! Mrs. Graham...

Have you ever been desperate? Do you know what it's like?

Mrs. Graham!

Your Honor, I move that be stricken!

So ordered.

Mrs. Graham, you... I know.

I'm sorry. I know.


Mrs. Graham, perhaps one of the reasons you were so "desperate," as you call it, during all this time, was that you knew you were already on probation.

I guess I still am.

From where?

San Francisco.

Of what crime were you convicted?

You're hesitating again, Mrs. Graham.

Of what desperate crime were you convicted?


Barbara Graham.

He's here.

How's the Dior? Okay?

Oh, elegant.


Tell him to come up and see me sometime.

Captain's given you permission to see him in the attorney's room.

That's swell of her.

I've seen him, Barbara. He's a doll.

Thank you, ma'am.

Ask him if he's got a friend.

I'll do that.

Aw, don't cry, honey.

Hey, here she is.

Now, give your mama a kiss, like I showed you.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, sweetheart, don't cry.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Peg, what happened? It's the cameras.

Why don't you be decent and give us a break, huh?

Oh, mommy missed you, sweetheart.

Mommy missed you.

Tell us, Barbara, how does it feel seeing your baby, knowing that you face the gas chamber?

How the hell do you think it feels?

Damn them! Damn them! Damn them!

Get your mitts off!

Back to your cell! Come on!

Damn you! Damn you!

Therefore, while there are certain practices I don't think police officers should indulge in, in this instance, I see no grounds for criticism.

Motion for a new trial is denied.

May the record show that I appeared for the motion for a new trial only since Mr. Tibrow has taken ill?

All right, Mr. Matthews, you'll be relieved of further responsibility in this case.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The defendant, Barbara Graham, is remanded to the custody of the sheriff of Los Angeles county, to be delivered by him to the California Institution for Women at Corona.

It is the judgment and sentence of this court that the defendant, Barbara Graham, suffer the extreme penalty, to wit, the death penalty.

And that said penalty be inflicted within the walls of the state penitentiary at San Quentin, California, in the manner and means prescribed by law, to wit, the administration of lethal gas until said defendant is dead.

Bring her over here for T.V., boys.

Please step aside.

Hey, Babs! Now your husband's dried out, I hear he wants to change his story.

Come on, will you? Give it a break, huh, Montgomery?

You didn't, Counselor. You just dropped her.

Any comments on that?

From what I read in the papers, she ain't my type.

Uh-huh. Big boy like you.

Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you read.

Have you anything to say?

Uh, how about it, Babs? Just a short statement.

Yeah, Babs, why so quiet today?

I wanna thank the gentlemen of the press.

You've chewed me up in your headlines, and all the jury had to do was spit me out!

You're all invited to the execution.

That's only fair.

You led the pack, Montgomery.

Bring your wife. She'll enjoy it.

For once, how about a statement from you?

Are you satisfied now?

Hey, it looks like a college.


In fact, the girls at Corona refer to the grounds as "the campus."

Rah, rah, rah.

Well, I've gotta admit, this place is a big improvement over some of those other menageries I've been in.

Every dress different, huh?

Yes, because no two girls are alike.

We want our girls to walk tall with their heads up.

Hi, Barbara.


She knew me.

Guess I'm sort of the, what do they call it, "big man on campus," huh?

This is your room.

Here we go again.

Just show me where you keep the hammerlocks, and I'm all set.

We have to put you in isolation because of your...

Death sentence?

First time I ever heard it was contagious.

Sorry, Barbara.

It has to be this way.

Ah, I probably wouldn't have made the team anyhow.

Never have yet.

Is that Shelly Manne?

Yeah. You like him?

Knocks me out.

They electrocuting somebody?

That means two minutes to lights out.

Got to scoot.


Good night, Bar...

Oh, no, I'm sorry. You can't wear that here.

Well, why not?

It's too... provocative.


There's nothing but dames here.

Not a man within miles.

And I've got these for a chastity belt.

Oh, boy, would I love to have somebody to provoke.

It's very foolish to make trouble on your first night, Barbara.

I'd advise you to wear the nightgown we've provided you.

Well? Okay.

Okay, I'll take it off...

But I won't wear your burlap job.

I'll sleep raw.


Cover yourself.

She refused to take a lie detector test.

She wrote Tibrow she wants to take one now, Carl.

Yes, now she does as a last-ditch gamble, but she wouldn't risk it before.

Could be she had other things to hide.

Probably quite a lot.

I still say there's something about her.

When you meet her...

Hello, Mr. Matthews.

How's Mr. Tibrow?

Better, but still in the hospital.

He asked me to reconsider taking your appeal.


I want Mr. Palmberg to talk to you.

Then I'll decide.

Hello, Barbara.

Sit over here, please.

Carl is gonna make some tests on you.

He's a psychologist as well as a criminologist.

That's his problem.

I don't like my mother.

I never knew my father.

Where's your hammer?

Sky, blue.

Monday, wash.

How's that?

They're responses to the word test.

All right, Al. I'll see you later.

Oh, sure.

What's the book?


"There was a young lad from Japan

"Whose verses they never would scan

"When he was asked why, he said with a sigh

"Darn it all, I just can't help trying

"To get as many words in the last line

"As I possibly, possibly can"

We might get along.

I hope so.

I'd like to start with a Rorschach Test.

Do you know what that is?

Oh, yeah. lnkblots.

They'll tell you what's on my murky brain.


Go ahead. What do you see?

A rain cloud.


This one, this one looks like a bed.

What about her, Carl?

She's totally amoral.

She's a compulsive liar with no regard for law and order or the conventions of society.

You must have been reading my stuff.

Then I shouldn't even...

I think you should take the appeal.

What? I think she's innocent.

If she's innocent, why don't Santo and Perkins speak up?

What have they got to lose now?

The only cure they can think of for the cyanide. Come again?

They believe that in the end, her sentence will be commuted.

A young, attractive woman, a mother...

And if you don't send the actual killer to the gas chamber, how can you send the ones who just stood around?

That's why they decided to keep her out front and say that she did it.

And that's why they're gonna keep her there, right up to the chamber door.

Now, that's just your own opinion.

Just my own opinion, Montgomery.

Unfortunately, I can't print it under a byline and make it a fact.

There's the reverse, Carl.

The State has to gas her, if they wanna get Santo and Perkins.

I'm convinced she couldn't have done it.

She has a positive aversion to violence, physical violence, not emotional.

Forgery, perjury, vice, these are her crimes.

They're not crimes of violence.

They're the crimes of those for whom violence is impossible.

Also, she's left-handed.

I never noticed that. No.

I didn't see it mentioned in any of your articles.

Bruce King testified that she did it with the gun in her right hand.

Well, you can't use that in an appeal.

It's evidence that was available during the trial.

Look, you didn't bring me out here to tell you how to appeal, only whether.

Well, we shall have to...

What do you mean "we"?

Even if I take it, there's no money for an investigation.

Besides, in your present state of health...

Stop interrupting.

We'll have to develop a great deal of new evidence.

That's my job.

You'll translate it into your highly incomprehensible legal prose.

But evidence and jargon alone will not save the lady.

That's where you come in.

The press created the climate which condemned her.

You'll have to change that climate.

Now, whatever gave you the idea that I'm on your side?

You're here, aren't you?

To get a story, that's all.

You could have concocted your usual story without making the trip.

So it strikes me you already had it in mind to change your point of view.


I'm not sure what I had in mind.

I am.

You remind me of the man who was looking for his hat, when it was on his head the whole time.

Maybe, but at least I... I haven't lost my head yet.

But today, Peg, things are looking up.

Mr. Matthews has taken my appeal.

There's a man with him, a Carl Palmberg.

I can't describe the effect he has on a person...

But there, that's it. I'm a person again, not a condemned person.

You can imagine how upset I am, Al, that after all our efforts for the last six months, they positively refuse to give me a lie detector test.

Surely, by now, there's some word on my appeal.

The suspense is killing me.

Ha, ha!

I guess you're beginning to realize what an impossible client I am, especially for a nonpaying one.

Could be my upbringing.

And another thing, Carl, thank Montgomery for his latest article.

You were right.

The interviews are beginning to pay off.

I don't know what's making him change toward me in his old age, but he sure seems to have.

Most important of all, though, please, please, please, Carl, you must bring me definite news about my appeal, or I'll go insane.

Please, Mrs. Graham, you must sit still.

You ain't got rhythm, Doc. that's your trouble.

My trouble is 15 other appointments today.

These inlays take time.

Pretty funny, putting in gold inlays when they've already got some of those cyanide eggs marked with my initials.

Such talk.



I'd like to talk to Mrs. Graham.

It's all right.

Don't just stand there, give.

Your appeal has been denied.

Did they set a date?

December 3, but, uh, Al immediately put in for a stay of execution.


I don't want any stay!

If you can't get my sentence commuted, then don't get me a stay!

At least I know it will be over on December the 3rd!

Barbara... You heard me!

I can't stand it anymore!

I can't!


Oh, Carl.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna get your teeth fixed.

Come on.

Bad dreams again, Barbara?


Go away, and leave me alone.

There's your mommy.

Oh, Bobby.


On, Bobby. Baby, baby.

Mommy's so happy to see you.

How is she?

With four days left, how would you be?

Oh, you're such a big boy now.

And you must weigh at least 25 pounds, I bet you.


You remember how we used to play wibbleton to wobbleton?

This is a game we used to play every night, hmm?

Yeah, and here we go.

From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles.

From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is 15 miles.

Do you like that? See, Peg? He remembers.

Okay, sport, here we go again.

From Wibb/eton to Wobb/eton is 15 miles From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is 15 miles From Wobbleton to Wibbleton From...

Come along, sonny. Let's get some ice cream.

Oh, don't, don't, honey. You mustn't.

Oh, Peg, anything but losing him.

Maybe I could stand it if it, if it weren't for losing him.

You won't. Now, you won't!

Sometimes I think everything inside rne is gonna bust wide open, and I feel as though somebody's pulling out my guts with their bare hands.


I never should have had him, Peg.

Even if I do miss the gas chamber, I'll...

I'll rot in prison.

I'll only cause him to suffer by staying alive.

I'm glad I'm gonna die.


Barbara, listen to me.

You've been granted a stay of execution by the United States Supreme Court.


Oh, God.

Oh, God!

If I'd known you were in the hospital, Carl, I wouldn't have sent that last silly letter.

Guess I shouldn't have anyhow, but waiting these past two months for the supreme court to review my petition has been a strain.

I've been lying here thinking about what you said on your last visit.

I do want to live, Carl.

Life does seem very dear to me.

I want to live, and you're my greatest hope.

I can't believe it...

Carl dead.

And we were counting heavily on his investigation.

He didn't leave any notes on his new stuff.

It all went with him.

Everything went with him.

Well, don't say that.

You've got a lot going for you.

Al Matthews, those committees, and me.

That isn't what you came to tell me, Mr. Montgomery.


The supreme court has denied your petition.

What's the new date?


June 3.

Yesterday, I found two gray hairs.

Not bad, huh? Only two.

You've still got a couple of legal shots to fire.

Al is in court right now working on them.

And tomorrow I'm gonna make a pitch to the Governor's clemency secretary.

I've even gotten the paper to come outwith an editorial in favor of commuting your sentence.

Why not?

Win or lose, I sell a lot of papers.


Barbara, I...

Barbara, what I wrote about you during your trial...

The way I feel now... No!

Ah, this is a hell of a sendoff you're giving me.

Everything but confetti.

And here in the southland, today marks the beginning of the end for Barbara Graham.

Our newsreel cameraman catches her leaving Corona this morning on what may be her last trip anywhere.

As I watch Barbara enter the car that will speed her to the death cell at San Quentin, I think how little she looks like a condemned murderess, who will lead off California's first triple execution.

More like the pretty girl who, a long time ago, took the wrong fork in the road of life.

Thoughts like these discourage me from crowding up to her with the other reporters with the usual barrage of questions.

Do you still think you have a chance, Babs?

Hey, Babs. Whafll you wear tomorrow?

But even now, hope eternal rides with her.

At any time before her scheduled appointment in the gas chamber at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow, the courts, or the Governor himself, may yet decide to halt the execution.

Here she comes!

Babs! Babs!

Hey, Barbara, look this way!

We're with you, hon!

Want to see her with me, Ed?

Five minutes with Perkins is what I want.

Five lousy minutes, Warden.

He's refused you.

Since when are you so sensitive to his whims?

It's his last night, too.

Yeah, but it doesn't have to be Barbara's.

That louse could clear her!

Will you stop giving me a hard time?

Any execution is tough enough on the prison as it is, but with a woman in the death house...

At least will you tell Perkins I'll be standing by?

Yes. Yes. All night, if necessary?

Yes! You can wait here, but...

Please lay off the pressure.

Hello, Barbara.

My name's Barbara, too.

I'm Mrs. Graham to you.

Whatever you like, Mrs. Graham.

This is Mrs... Let's skip the introductions.

This isn't a garden party.

I would get someone like you, fat stuff.

Now, now, Barbara. That's the wrong attitude.

Sign her over on the D.W., please.

I wish you luck, Barbara.

We all do at Corona.

This is your cell.

You take the first watch. All right.

I'll get the coffee started.

And turn off that schmaltz.

Might as well get into something comfortable.

I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in these.

What's eating you?

You'll have to undress so I can give you a complete shakedown.

You won't find anything hidden on my body.

If I was gonna kill myself, I'd have done it a year ago.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Graham, but we have orders to follow.

No! Mrs. Graham...

Get this straight, Miss Bedpan.

Nobody's gonna go pawing over me!

I'm through with all that stuff.

Now get outta here! Just leave me alone!

Here, you! Don't get fresh with us, or we'll...

You'll what?

What can anyone threaten me with now?

All right to come in?

It's the warden. Yes, sir.

Do you have a cigarette for me, Barbara?

Ooh, that's a switch.

Hmm, thank you.

You know, we'd like you to be as comfortable as possible.

Do you have any special requests?

I just wanna see my lawyer the minute he gets here.

That's all that counts right now.

We've already arranged for that.


You haven't heard anything?


One more thing.

The gas chamber...

Now, there's no use dwelling on that.

Just hope for the best.

It's right around here someplace, isn't it?

You can order anything you like for dinner.

I don't feel like eating.

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll retire.

Yes, of course.

Warden? Yes?

Don't forget to call me at 10:00.

Warden? Yes?

She refuses to let me examine her.

Must I?

All right, all right. Forget it.

Very sharp.

Well, I mustn't disappoint my public.

I can just imagine what those papers are gonna say...

"Bloody Babs spent her last night

"decked out in lounging pajamas

"of her favorite color, "flaming scarlet."

That's what they always call red when I wear it.

Or any other color, I'll bet.

Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Graham?



My name is Barbara, too.

Ah, come on, come on.

They sent some dinner over for you anyway, Mrs. Graham.

Take it out of my sight.

You should keep up your strength.

It doesn't come from the belly.

Ah! Ah!

I thought we agreed not to count the hours.


Where's that lawyer?

He'll be here.

He'd better.

He's liable to lose an important client.

It's Father Devers.

Hello, Barbara. Hello, Father.

I'm glad to see you.

My, mY-

I suppose those are what is known as the Hepcat's Pajamas.

Yes! You dig 'em? The most.

I don't know why I should feel so upset.

I'm not afraid to die. Of course not.

You know, I think it would be rather nice to come face to face with the one person in all the world who knows I'm innocent.

None of us are wholly innocent or guilty in the eyes of God.

I meant Mrs. Monahan.

I brought you this, Barbara.

Thank you, Father.

What a lovely going-away present.

Saint Jude.

Saint of the impossible.

I'd like to go to confession, Father.

All right, Barbara.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Gerry Mulligan. Could be.

I know all of his sides by heart.

Flaming scarlet.

Now they'll announce it, and you'll see.

Want me to relieve you? Shh!

A K.L.l. G. special news bulletin.

Four couples have made overtures to adopt the 3-year-old son of Barbara Graham, who, barring an Nth-hour reprieve from the courts...

Shut that thing off!

...will die in the gas chamber tomorrow morning at 10:00.

Those crumbs!

What right have they got to take my boy?

I'm sure they only meant... I don't care what they meant!

What time is it?

Never mind. Just tell me what day is it?

Thursday or Friday?

It's Friday.

Mr. Matthews here to see Mrs. Graham.

Now, you listen to me!

Nobody's gonna adopt my kid.

Where did you hear that?

On that radio!

Don't pay any attention to it.

That always happens. Not to me!

It's all been arranged as you wanted.

Bobby stays on with his grandmother.

You swear? I swear.

Things look good.

I filed that writ in federal court.

Got the clerk to open the office for me.

That's where I've been.

The judge is studying the petition now. And?

He won't give out with anything tonight.

I'll argue it first thing in the morning. That's exactly what I wanted.

Keep as much pressure on him as possible.

Just this once, I wish it wasn't ladies first.

Montgomery's sticking around all night trying to get a statement from Perk that will clear you.

An exclusive statement, I presume.

He's wasting his time.

There's a good chance of getting the order switched around.

If Perk and Santo have to go first, they might just break down.

Wanna bet?

I still have a couple of rabbits to pull out of the hat, so keep your chin up.

The Governor turned down your plea for clemency, but if he'll see me in person, I'll charter a plane to Sacramento.

No. Huh?

Anything in the courts, okay, but don't beg for my life.

Barbara. Don't beg for my life!

Deliver this for me, will you?

You'll have to clear that letter. He knows!

What are you trying to do?

Teach my lawyer the law?

Keep it there.

See you around, mouthpiece.

Here, sit on this.

That floor must be getting hard.

Sure you don't need it? Uh-uh.


Look, you don't have to stay up all night yakking with me.

Tell fat stuff to relieve you if you want.

No, it's all right.

Music all night continues after the late news.

Off he goes.

The head basketball coach of Hampton High surrendered to police today on a morals charge.

There, leave that.

There's lots of long-hair music I like.

Me, too.

Sometimes I find it very relaxing.

You got any kids?

Two boys, three and six.

What kind of a guy is your husband?

Well, right now I'm sewing him with divorce papers for desertion.

I don't believe in divorce. I'm separated.

Divorced or separated, the way men are these days, that's about the only way you can live with them.

Oh, no.

No, my Henry was a wonderful husband.

He brought home flowers or candy almost every night, and he was always giving me money to buy things with.

And talk about doting fathers.

No sacrifice was too great for our boy.

No, I've...

I've got to admit...

I had an ideal marriage.

Well, then, what happened?

Sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy.

That's okay.

I left my husband because I was holding him back.

You see, he was up for a vice-presidency in the bank where he worked, and I was afraid he wouldn't get the promotion because of me.

For an important job like that, they consider the wife as carefully as they do the husband.

Yeah, I guess they would.

Don't you think you should rest?

I don't wanna rest.

It was a very big bank.

You'd know the name if I told you.

Come in.

Good morning, Mrs. Graham.

Good morning.

Hot fudge sundaes for breakfast.

What won't I think of next?

They're scrumptious.

Let me tell you about a, a champagne breakfast we had once in Vegas. We...

It was in the back room the whole time?

It never rang once.

Maybe it will.

Gas chamber. Phone check.

Ring back in ten seconds.


Is the warden's direct line to the Governor open?


Remind the others to stop all outgoing calls at 9:00.

I know they know, but tell them again.

Now give me Western Union.

Western Union, this is San Quentin.

Give me a time check, please.

Thank you.

We're three seconds slow. Record it, huh?


I wish we could give her the benefit.

Oh, they're awake, but they still won't see you.

Well, did they say anything?

Yeah. Santo said to tell you he'd managed to stay alive so far by keeping his mouth shut.

Those two are the dirtiest, slimiest, no-good apes I've ever had... Agreed.

What was she doing shacked up with them in the first place?

Air lock test okay.

What time is it?

It's 9215.

Barbara, you've gotten a stay from the Governor.


Does this mean that I...

...might get to live?

No. It's just a delay to give your lawyer time to argue in court this morning.

We wouldn't want you to think... That I'm not going to be executed.

I like that word much better than "gassed," don't you?

It's all up to the courts, Barbara.

Why, thank you, gentlemen.

The saint of the impossible.

Oh, he's certainly got a pip to work on this time.

More coffee, anyone? Yeah, thanks.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I understand.

We'll make it 10:45.

I'm sorry, Barbara.

Your writ has been denied.

The stay is vacated.

Do I have time to dress?

15 minutes.

15 minutes.

Can I help? No. No, loan do it.

Is my seam straight? Yes.

Do I look okay? Very nice.

Those earrings are just the touch.

A pair of fake earrings.

That's all I wound up with.

You've been swell, Barbara. Here, you give this to your kids.

But that belongs to your boy.

Oh, I suppose he's forgotten all about it by now.

You know how kids are.

What are you doing?

Floor's cold. What?

You'll have to take your shoes off, Mrs. Graham.

That's out. I look better with them on.

Well, what's that thing?

You have to put it on, Barbara.

What's it for? Nothing to be afraid of.

It's just part of a stethoscope.

You're lying.

No stethoscope looks like that.

It attaches to a tube that leads to the rest of the stethoscope outside the chamber.

All right, nurse.

Do I have to go out there like this?

Do I, Father?

It's time.

Her shoes.

All right, let it go.


Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Until further word from you.

Oh, Father, why do they torture me?

Why do they torture me?

Gentlemen, an amended writ has been filed in the State Supreme Court.

The witnesses and press are to go back to the waiting room until you hear from me.

Gentlemen, I have told you all I know.


We'll make it 11:30.

Barbara, I'm very sorry.

Goodbye, and God bless you.

I want a mask.

A mask?

I don't want to look at people.

I don't wanna see them staring at me.

I have one. My sleep mask.

Father, I didn't do it.

Step up.

When you hear the pellets drop, count ten, take a deep breath. It's easier that way.

How do you know?




It's over.

BARBARA". "Dear Mr. Montgomery, "there isn't much I can say with words, "they always fail me when most needed.

"But please know that with all my heart, "I appreciate everything you've done for me.

"Sincerely, Barbara."