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The chain's hooked. Miss Kinman! Dorothy! Dorothy! (Tobias) I'll call an ambulance. There's a doctor on the first floor. Get him! Joe! She didn't take anywhere near a fatal dose. She'll be a little groggy in the morning. But she'll be all right. Keep giving her coffee for the next hour or so. Okay. Thanks, doctor. No more. Come on, now Dorothy, drink that. Feel strong enough to talk, Miss Kinman? Yes, I think so. What happened? I got another call... about half an hour after you left. I called your office, but there wasn't any answer. I was terrified. I.. I couldn't sleep, so I took some pills. Enough to make you a very sick girl. I must have forgotten that I had taken some earlier. I guess I awakened after a while and... I was afraid I couldn't get back to sleep... so I took some more. What did the caller say this time? He said that I was going to die in a very ugly and awful way.
He said it would happen within the next few days. Got your chain fixed, Miss Kinman. It doesn't do much good, does it? I mean if somebody really wants to break in. Would you give me your key? I can't do that, Miss Kinman. Suppose there's an emergency? Like just now, for instance? There's a continuing emergency. Somebody is trying to kill me. Now give me your key! I think under the circumstances, Mr. Kobin... In the morning, Miss Kinman, one of my men will put a tap on your line. Thank you. (door closes) Well, what about tonight, Adam. A guard on the door? Yeah, I'll call in-- have a man here in about ten minutes. I'll stick around until he gets here. Okay. Oh, Adam...thanks. Anything for a lady in distress, Joe. Dorothy... The Lieutenant still has his doubts, doesn't he? Doubts? About me. About the calls. He doesn't believe me. Why do you say a thing like that?
It's in everything he does. I can see it in his eyes. That's the way they look at you in the sanitarium. Oh, I think you're being a little too sensitive. I can tell. He thinks that I'm a mental case. No, I don't think he does at all. He's just aware as we all are-- how difficult it must be adjusting to what's happened. Adjusting... is that your way of suggesting that I've imagined these phone calls? Well now if I believed that, I wouldn't be here. Dorothy, you know I think you're kind of a very special girl. A lot of other people feel the same way. Anyone that ever saw you-- or read a newspaper. Those days are over. So you'll learn how to compete in other ways. I don't have to do anything. I'm quite resigned to the way things are. Oh, is that the way it's going to be-- resignation.. nothing more? Dorothy... Dorothy, you can't just lock yourself in this apartment forever and make believe you don't have to deal with people. You just can't live that way. It's my choice. If I never go out that door again-- it's still my choice. (phone rings) (ring) (ring) (ring) Hello. Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?
Hello? hello? Well, do you have that book, Miss? Hello? Who is this? This is Miss Hayward. Isn't this the Regal Bookstore? What happened to that lady? What's going on? I'm afraid you have the wrong number. There was a man on first. It was him. I swear it! He said, "I was going to kill you tonight. "I was right there-- beside your bed-- "watching you sleeping. "But the time wasn't right, not yet. "And if you don't believe me, look under your wheelchair." Then you picked up the extension, and he stopped talking. How could he have been here? He was here! He was here! Oh, my God, he was here. Take it easy, Dorothy. But-- Take it easy! (doorbell rings) (lock chain jingles) Lt. Tobias sent me over, Mr. Mannix.
Just wanted you to know I'm on duty. (Mannix) Good. Thanks. You'll be all right now. Joe... you believe me, don't you? Yes. Now you be sure and lock this... after I leave. (lock chain jingles) Okay, Marge. No, I think I've got enough and thanks. Thanks a lot. And how's the research coming? Digging with all possible speed, but we haven't sifted yet. Just got raw material. Well, let's have it. Okay. Kinman.. George F. Dorothy's father. Chairman of the Board-- Kinman Construction. Big in the business world... Big socially. Heavy contributor to charities-- especially the Olympic Fund. Widowed two years ago. Later married again-- a woman much younger. By the name of... (Peggy) Grace Murray. Previous marriage ended in divorce. Previous husband, David Murray, still works for Kinman-- in a minor capacity. Mm-hmm. Well, I'll get it.
Keep going. Okay. Kinman .. Dorothy. An only child. Started diving at the age of 5. Never thought of anything else... Never let up... until forced to-- by the auto accident. Any other interests? None. Boyfriend? Nothing steady. Uh...what about any other close friends other than family. Well she was close to a Nancy Deemer-- also a diver-- who retired from competition to marry attorney John Deemer. What happened to that relationship? The Deemers were riding with Dorothy when the accident occurred. (Peggy) They were in the back. Nancy was killed. What about the other car-- the one Dorothy hit? Oh, uh...two men. Roger Stack and Ted Wilkes. Partners in a Beverly Hills investment firm. (Peggy) Wilkes was burned to death when the car caught on fire. When the police arrived, they found his remains in the front seat. Where was Roger Stack? A dozen feet away.. unconscious. Apparently, he'd been thrown clear before the car exploded. Very lucky. So was Wilkes in a way-- in a terribly cruel way. What do you mean?
(Peggy) Well what I meant was... it saved his fate in another way. He was about to be indicted by the Securities Exchange Commission. What for? (Peggy) Embezzlement and fraud. Without his partner's knowledge? Evidently. He wasn't charged, and he's continuing in business. And that's all I've got. Well, I'm going to need two addresses. Uh... Deemer and Stack. There you go. You know, Peggy, at times your efficiency is absolutely stunning. What do you mean, at times? Well, it's the same as... now and then. (door opens, closes) I don't appreciate your coming here, Mr. Mannix. I'm sorry, Mr. Deemer. I know how painful this must be for you. Then Miss Kinman is having her share of pain, too. Her share? I doubt if the equation is equal, Mr. Mannix. Dorothy is alive. My wife and child are dead. Child? My wife was pregnant. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Dorothy knew. She and Nancy were very close.
They shared everything. Dorothy was the one who suggested the three of us go to that Olympic Fundraising dinner together that night. Do you blame Dorothy for the accident? Nancy wasn't feeling well. She tried to beg off. Dorothy objected? Strenuously. And furthermore, she insisted on driving us. And drive she did-- despite Nancy's condition. Are you implying that Dorothy was negligent or reckless? Dorothy's whole life was lived in high gear. That included her driving. The accident report said the car hit an oil slick. If she had been going slower, she might not have lost control. I was in the back seat with Nancy. She was feeling dizzy. I kept telling Dorothy to take it easy. Well just how fast was she driving? Too fast, obviously! I heard the squeal of brakes. The car swerved. I felt the impact. That's all I remember. When I came to... my wife was dead in my arms. Mr. Deemer... I'm deeply sorry. (Mannix) I only hope-- You only hope... I'm not the one threatening Dorothy's life. You've had more than your share of grief.
I don't want you to give yourself any more. Mr. Mannix, get out of here! May I help you? Yes, my name is Mannix. I'd like to talk to Mr. Stack. Did you make an appointment with his secretary? No. I'm sorry, you'll have to see her first, and she isn't here right now. There's no way I'm going to talk to her not when I can talk to you. I know when I'm well off. It's either you or no one. Well, I suppose I could try ringing you through directly. Thank you. Mr. Stack? It's Joyce at reception. A gentlemen here would like to see you. A Mr. Mannix. Yes, sir. I sorry, Mr. Stack will be in conference all day. I see. Well, thanks for trying... Joyce. (door opens, closes) Your phone's been ringing. Miss Ocean Spray. Oh... I thought you'd be pleased. She phoned twice. I'd say she's definitely interested. Yeah, sure in spelling out exactly what she thinks of me for standing her up last night.
Probably. But that's a good sign. When a lady calls to say that she's angry, that means that you'll definitely see her again. Really? Guaranteed. standard procedure. Hey, now what about your procedure with Mr. Deemer and Mr. Stack? Progress zero. Deemer was barely civil. However he did manage to convey a thoroughgoing resentment for Dorothy. He feels she was responsible for the accident and, despite what she's been through, he's not about to forgive her. Well, this resentment-- is it deep enough for revenge? Undoubtedly, but he's not the type. At least, I don't think so. Besides, if he was going to channel that resentment into action, he wouldn't be so vocal about it. Mmm. What about Mr. Stack? I couldn't even get in to see him. Maybe that's significant. I'm tempted to think that... but why? I mean, what motive would he have to harass Dorothy. What would he have to gain? He never even saw her before the accident. There's no connection. Unless it's the embezzlement thing. Don't ask me how that relates to Dorothy. In fact, forget I even said it. Yeah, no. Let's toy with that for a minute. Suppose there was a connection-- somehow.. let's say out of that embezzlement charge.
But then that still wouldn't involve Stack. That's right. It wasn't Stack that was under suspicion. It was his partner, Wilkes. Which puts us right back to where we started. (door opens) Adam. (Adam) Hey, Joe. (door closes) Are we all hooked up? Yeah, been on her line since 6:00 this morning. Any calls? Well, her father called to say he was coming over and she just ordered some hors d'oeuvres from the restaurant. That's about it. Who took the order? One of the Captains.. name of Tony. Tony. Okay, I'll see you later, Adam. Tony? Yeah, that's right. I take it this is for Miss Kinman's apartment. Yes, it is. I'll ride up with you. You always handle Miss Kinman's order personally? Yes sir, every night. Or anytime she needs something. She always asks for me. She just calls down when she wants something, huh? Sure. You never call her?
No, I wouldn't think of it. You know, it just isn't done that way. I'll take it in. The cart has to go back. From now on you'll need two carts. You deliver the full one to the officer on duty and pick up the empty. Hey, what's going on? Anything? Not a thing. Just waiting for my relief. (Dorothy) Who is it? It's Joe. Come in. I uh...ran into the Captain in the elevator. Thank you, Joe. Would you put it over there by the table? Sure. How are you feeling? Just a little tired. Well, do you think you're up to answering some questions? If you insist. Help yourself. Thank you. I, uh...talked to John Deemer. Why? Well, he uh...did lose his wife and child. It could constitute a motive. I'd rather not talk about that. Hmm. If Deemer called you, would you recognize his voice?
I'm not sure. Why? Do you think he's the one? I don't know. He seemed awfully bitter. You, uh... think he could be bitter enough to want you dead? That's something you'll have to decide. (doorbell rings) I'll get it. Miss Kinman's parents are here, Mr. Mannix. Oh, fine. Mr. Kinman, I'm Joe Mannix. Oh, of course, Dorothy's told us about you. This is my wife Grace. How do you do? Mrs. Kinman. (Dorothy) Daddy. Hello, honey. How are you feeling, Dorothy? Oh, a little better. Not quite so defenseless with Mr. Mannix around. I'm sure. Honey, why don't you and Grace make some martinis while Mr. Mannix and I get to know one other, huh? (Dorothy) All right. Mr. Mannix, I'm very worried about my daughter. The police and I are doing everything we can, Mr. Kinman. Oh, I'm sure you are. And I'm sure you'll find this madman who's been terrifying her. No, I'm more concerned with what happens to her when this is over. I don't understand.
Well, let me be direct. I've got heart trouble. And without trying to sound dramatic, I could check out very quickly. Sorry to hear that. Oh, it doesn't give me any problem. And if I do go, Dorothy will be very well provided for financially. As for her psychological welfare... well, ever since the accident, she's given up, turned off as they say. She's been under a great deal of stress. I know. But she's lived her whole life under stress. Yes, but it's a little different now, isn't it? She thinks a great deal of you. If I'm not around I'd-- well I know this is an imposition, but I'd like you to help her fight back. She is a fighter by nature. She can be again. She needs to be. I'll do what I can, Mr. Kinman. But... uh, she's got to make the first move. Not enough to wet an olive. I think there's another bottle in there somewhere. Then I'm sure I'll find it. Now look what I've done. What's holding up the drinks? (Grace) The gin. But now I've got it. Could I see those cards, please? You do card tricks, Mr. Mannix? Not with this deck.
There's a card missing. The ace of spades... Thank you. (Kinman) Health. (door opens) Evening, Lieutenant. Hey, Red. Glad you could fill in. It's up on the eighth floor. Elevator's that way, and you're relieving Dexter. New man? No, no. he's out of Central. Listen, when you get up there now, identify yourself to Miss Kinman and then ask for Joe Mannix, and tell him I'm waiting. Still waiting. Okay. You're a free man. Two minutes late. Well, nobody's perfect. Well, I've got to be running along. It was awfully nice meeting both of you. Enjoyed talking with you, Mannix. Hope we can do it again sometime. A pleasure. Dorothy-- (lock chain jingles) Joe, I don't know how those cards got there. We'll discuss it later, huh? Hold it! Thanks. Now you call if you want anything, honey.
I will. And I meant what I said. We could go out and maybe do a little shopping. Well, I don't think so, but it's a very nice thought. Okay. well, bye-bye, honey. (George) Goodbye, honey. Bye-bye. Oh, Excuse me, Miss Kinman, but the lieutenant wants me to check the phone-- make sure the tap is still working. (lock chain jingles) We can't be too careful, can we? (door opens) Adam, sorry. Go ahead. ask me something. anything. I've had time to memorize it. Look, Dorothy's folks are with her. It was tough to get away. I could use some refreshment. Let me make a call first, huh? Anybody I know? Yeah, Mr. Roger Stack. (dialing) He ducked me earlier this afternoon when I stopped by his office. It's a little late. you might catch him. Maybe-- (phone rings) (ring) Hello. Oh hello. Mr. Stack's office, please. This is Mr. Stack's office.
(Woman) Hello. Hello? Do you have that book, Miss? This is Miss Hayward. Isn't this the Regal Bookstore? What happened to that lady? What's going on? Is this Mr. Stack's secretary? Yes. But Mr. Stack has gone home. The office is closed. Thank you. What's wrong, Joe? That voice.. it's the same one. Same as what? That call to Dorothy-- the woman about the bookstore? Stack's secretary and that woman--same voice. What are you talking about? I think Stack's the one who's been calling Dorothy. Stack? It's got to be. Why? What for? I don't know. Maybe it's something to do with the accident. What's he look like? Looks like 1,000 other guys. I want a picture. I'll get you one. I mean now, Adam.
He could make his move any time. Well, if he does, he'll have to climb over a lot of blue uniform to get to her. You know Red-- he's built like a pro tackle. Red? Yeah. he's the one who relieved Dexter. He's on the door now. You're wrong, Adam. I saw the man. It's not Red! I thought you were checking the phone. Well, I am, Miss. I just had to see if any of the wires ran outside. Everything seems to be all right. Yes, everything seems to be just the way we want it. Better take the stairs! Do you remember me, Miss Kinman? (tires squealing) No. Should I remember you? Have we met before? Well, if your memory was hazy before, it isn't now. I can tell. You recall every detail of that night, don't you? Don't you? Yes, Mr. Stack. I remember all of it. These.. you put them in my room last night while I was sleeping. You could have killed me then. Why didn't you? I wasn't here last night.
I just told you that. I planted these a month ago when you first moved in. Before the phone calls? Yes. And before the chain on the door and the guards outside. No. No. No. Stop it! Please. No! No! No! No! (screaming) (screaming continues) (gunshots) It's all right. It's all over. It's all over. (Mannix) Stack and his secretary were using their company to steal money. They juggled the books to make it look like it was Wilkes. Wilkes got wise. There was a fight, and Stack strangled him. Then Wilkes was already dead when the accident happened. Stack was on his way to dispose of the body when your car hit the oil slick and went out of control. He decided to use the accident to his advantage. So he put Wilkes in the front seat and set fire to the car. That's what I saw. That's what I didn't want to remember.
Stack was afraid you would remember and go to the police. And he knew he had to kill you. But why the phone calls? He wanted it to appear like you were cracking up, so, that when he did kill you, it would look like suicide. (sigh) The world gets to be a pretty dark and frightening place sometimes. I guess we all have our own private hells. Don't you think it's about time you left yours? Now, the sun is out. The park is pleasant. And I've got about one hour to kill. (lock chain jingles) You fought Stack long enough for me to get up here. You must have wanted to keep living. All you have to do is go out this door. How about it? Stop! Here! This is the boss. Let's go! Shit! Let's get out of here. Stop there. There's no doubt. It was anarchists who placed the bomb. This is their "signature", gentlemen. Minister, you must know that it's easier to falsify a flyer than to place a bomb. After all, you are still alive Mr. Palmer. Sorry to disappoint you.
Are not all these deportations illegal? 25,000 already got deported... Do you mean that the anarchist bombs against Morgan, Rockefeller and me are legal? The objective of their attacks is to terrify the unions, the true enemies of capitalism. You are poisoned by the red propaganda. Your department is accused to infiltrate the unions. Hundreds of spies and specialized provokers, a full special espionage unit. Also you are poisoned by the red propaganda! The Bishop of New York says: The country is imprisoned by the panic and the hysteria. Another infamous part of the history of the United States. Is the Catholic Church also poisoned by the red propaganda? The bishop take care of souls, I take care of my country. In Boston the Secretary of State declared: "If we could... we would deport them and shoot them." - Do you agree? - Well, I wouldn't shoot them. Why don't you say anything to us about Andrea Salcedo? Like what? How he mysteriously fell from the 14th floor of the Police Department. You are an anarchist! The Minister of Labor is in opposition to the deportations. Is he perhaps also a red rebel? Soon we will know who is the leader of the reds in our country. Are you accusing the Minister of Labor? I am not accusing anyone. A few good quotes for the special edition... - Who is it? - My name is Boda, Mrs. Johnson.
- I'm here to get my car. - One moment. What's up? It's the Italian, Mr. Boda, he's not alone. Call the police. Tell them that they are here. I'll do that. He's on the phone. He's on the phone! We shouldn't stay. Sorry, we have to leave immediately. No problem, I will help you tomorrow. Stop it! You're under arrest! A Colt 32. Found in the pocket of Nicola Sacco. 32 bullets of various brands. One Harrington Richardson, caliber 38, fully loaded. Found in the pockets of the other fellow, Bartolomeo Vanzetti. They deny illegal arms possession. So what do you say? Mr. Sacco, would you have the kindness to respond? - We don't have permission to carry arms. - I don't know how to express myself. Italians, right? U.S. citizens? Anarchists. You know, Mr. Sacco, you have nothing to fear. - You understand me? - More or less.
You said that you don't speak our language too well, but we will make everything to help you. Do you understand me now? Yes, everything. Tell me, Mr. Sacco, why do you walk around armed? - And with all this ammunition? - These are difficult times. Doesn't it strike you, Mr. Sacco, that in these difficult times not even a night watchman could go armed at night without permission to carry arms? - What did you do in Bridgewater? - I accompanied Vanzetti. - He went to look for a friend. - What friend? - Poppy. - Poppy? Poppy, I know him only by that name. An where did you meet this Poppy? In the drugstore, like always. And when meeting this Poppy at the drugstore, why did you come armed? Well, I wanted to see Poppy to request him to help a friend. I believe he wanted to sell him fish. That was a good one, Mr. Sacco. "I believe he wanted to sell him fish." And what type of fish? Hammerfish? Swordfish? Or flatfish? Bartolomeo sells fish. And what do you sell, Mr. Sacco? Lies? I'm a shoe factory worker. Who were the other three on the tram?
I don't know them. They were friends of Vanzetti, I don't know them. One of them is called Mike Boda. Does that name mean anything to you? No. So you go out armed at night, looking for Poppy, and end up at the house of Simon Johnson and then with three guys on a tram. Three guys who you say you don't know. I don't understand politics. - Union man? - No. Then you are an anarchist. No. Do you by any chance know... Andrea Salcedo? No. Today, Wednesday the 5th of May, 1920, we have interrogated two suspects many contradictions... Nicola Sacco, a shoe factory worker. Wait. The assault on the shoe factory on South Braintree wasn't there shots fired from a Colt 32? Hello? Nicola Sacco or Nick Sacco. Nicola. Quiet. It's been confirmed. Sacco did not attend his work on the 15 of April. And the other case? Nothing. No proof that the anarchist movement have received any larger sums of money until now. The hats. Put the hats on.
Hats off. Very well. Now pretend you're holding a gun. The right arm! More lifelike, please. Come on! They aimed upwards! - What...? - Quiet. Don't move! Turn against the wall. They want to scare to us. Now turn to the right. You are lying, systematically. Are you always lying? I'm not lying. You were armed, right, Mr. Vanzetti? You're an idiot and a liar. - Always lying. - I'm not lying, I insist. Are you an anarchist? You understand me? - Are you an anarchist? - No! A communist? Mr. Vanzetti, don't make have to repeat all my questions. - No. - A socialist? - No. Answer with "No, sir".
No, sir. - Union man? - No, sir. Member of the mafia? No, sir. Where were you on the night of the 2nd of January? Don't remember? You're a liar, Mr. Vanzetti, a charming liar. Do you recognize him? Do you remember that day? - Which day was it? - The 2nd of January. This year? This year? This year. And the 15th of April this year, where were you at 3 pm? You want this question also repeated to you? I'm trying to help you. Today is Thursday 6th of May, three weeks since the 15th of April. Simple, right? Where were you on the 15th of April at 3 pm? I was selling fish. What's so funny about selling fish? Where? In Plymouth as usual. You were not in Plymouth the night of the 2nd of January, nor any other night. And if I showed you another photo, Mr. Vanzetti, a photo taken at 3 pm on the 15th of April, this year, 1920, showing you in South Braintree... South Braintree? As the District Attorney for the cities of Norfolk and Plymouth... I formally accuse Bartolomeo Vanzetti for double homicide and robbery together with Nicola Sacco ...and other unknown men.
These crimes were committed on the 15th of April at 3 pm, on Pearl Street, South Braintree, in front of the Slater Morris shoe factory where a bloody assault occurred in which Frederick Parmenter, the company's cashier, and a guard, Alessandro Berardelli, were shot dead. I don't believe you mean this seriously. Take him away. What are you doing? - Take him away. - What are you doing? How can you? Damn you! Bastard! Damn you! Let go of me! - Bartolomeo! - Nicola, Nicola! Homicide! Homicide, Nicola! Homicide, Nicola! - Bartolomeo! Bartolomeo! - Homicide, Nicola! Let me out of here! Remember your promise, don't make this political. Have faith in us, madam. Moore have defended many striking workers. He is the lawyer all unions have trust in. He knows what to do. Just stay calm, Mrs. Sacco. The District Attorney agrees to not make this a political trial. But outside... Court in session!
Attention. The state and commonwealth of Massachusetts. versus Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, both present, arrested in the afternoon on the 5th of April, 1920, in Brockton, formally charged for double homicide and robbery. on Pearl Street, South Braintree on the 15th of April, 1920, at 3 pm. The shooting started here. Mr. Bostock... You were closest to the scene. At what distance were you when Parmenter and Berardelli went down? I would say about five or six yards. So you saw both bandits when they shot? Yes. Would you recognize both the accused or at least one of them? One of the bandits who was shooting in South Braintree? I'm not sure. When the shooting started, Mr. Spencer, you were the first on the scene. What did you see? I saw the guard Berardelli lying on the ground... A man was shooting at him. - This man, what did he look like? - He had dark, wavy hair, cut short in the back. What was your distance to that man? About 4 or 5 yards. - Is that man in this room? - Yes. Can you point him out? It's him! Do you know his name? The one without moustache. Say his name. - Nicola Sacco.
- Who? Me? What are you saying! ? Nothing has changed, stay calm. - The man driving the car? - Blonde, pale. Thin, blonde, pale, weak. Dark skin, black moustache. I'm not in any doubt, it was that man, Bartolomeo Vanzetti. The train was coming. The crossing barriers were down. The car came towards me. He aimed at me and said: Put up the barriers! - And another thing... - Yes, what? He called me a son of a bitch. Only one small circumstance. Vanzetti doesn't know how to drive. Perhaps the man with the moustache sat down in the car later... And when you were confronted with a gun... you became confused... - Objection. Objection sustained. I will reformulate the question. Are you sure that the man with a moustache, identified as Vanzetti, was the driver? - Well, not absolutely, but... - But you are sure that... the face you remember is the face of the defendant? Yes, sir. In conclusion, Mr. Goodridge...
You heard the first shots when you were playing billiards. First you went to the window but didn't see anything, then you heard more shooting and went outside. At what did distance did you see the dark car? More or less 6 yards. And what more did you see? I saw a dark-haired man who aimed at me with a pistol. - Would you recognize him? - Yes. It's him, the man to the left. - Are you sure? - Completely. Isn't there a pending trial in this court against the witness? Then his testimony has no validity. Dr. Moore! When addressing a judge, please rise! Understood, Dr. Moore? You know or should know that the criminal records only mean something after pronouncing the sentence. Cancel the question about the car. I ran towards the window, the one facing Pearl Street. I saw a dark car on the street, driving very fast. I want to ask what distance it was. Go on. - You understand the question? - Yes, sir. Let's say... around 20 yards, and it can be verified. Please continue. I saw a bandit, the man over there... Objection. Very well, objection sustained. The witness should only rely on facts.
- May I speak? - Sure. Well, I would say his face had some noticeable characteristics. Fine features, high forehead, no beard. Swept back hair style... his hair about 2 inches in length. I noticed that his left hand... he held the gun in his right hand, of course, but the left hand was holding the arm support of the front seat. I remember it well, it was a firm hand which gave an impression of strength... - Do you also recall the dimple on his chin? Mr. Moore! How long did this extraordinary vision go on? Objection. The defense asks the witness to guess, not to rely on facts. Objection sustained. However, the prosecution should ask the witness this question. Answer the question. I don't know exactly perhaps one second. And tell us, Miss Splaine, who is this bandit that you have described in such detail? I already told you. Nicola Sacco, without a doubt. One moment, sir. Thanks. The car was found in the woods, not far away from here. Marie Splaine stood in the window on the second floor. There, Goodridge. Spencer and other witnesses in those windows. Levangie at the railroad crossing. Those bullets were shot at Bostock. Who tried to help the cashier. That's all, gentlemen. Miss Splaine, do you know that this case is resting on your testimony?
- Objection! - Objection sustained. You said you were about 20 yards from the car? Yes. In your opinion, what was the speed of the car? - Objection! - Objection sustained. Miss Splaine... Take a look at that man, the first on the second row to the right... Can you tell me the color of his tie? No, sir. - I do not see well at that distance. - How far would you say it is? - Objection! - I'd say it's less than 15 meters! Do you want us to believe... Young lady, tell us the truth... there's no shame in using eyeglasses. It's true that when I'm at work... I use eyeglasses all the time. I forgot to say that, how stupid of me. So you're saying there is no doubt that the man who was shooting was Sacco? I have no doubts, no. - No doubts? - No, I already said that. No? Nevertheless, at the police station... you identified another man on a photo, and you said: "This is the first one that I recognize." Why have you changed your mind? Answer the question. I was confused.
When indicating the photo, or when indicating Nicola Sacco? I didn't say it was him... I just said that Mr. Sacco looks like the man that I saw in front of the factory. But what did you really see? Objection. The defense is frightening the witness. Objection sustained. Very well, you may leave the stand, but not the court, I'm not done with you. - You were at the scene, together with Mr. Pelser? - Yes, sir. Please tell us what you saw. The shooting started... Pelser threw himself to the floor, so did I. We were lying next to each other Only later did I get to the window. I did in fact not see the men... I only saw the number on the license plate. Thank you, Mr. McCallum. Mr. Wade works at the gas station. That's here. On his way home he passed, less than eight yards away, the car of the attackers... exactly here. This is very serious... You said before the man looked like Sacco... Can you confirm that under oath? I... I'm not sure... Finally an honest man. And why are you not sure? The truth is, that some time afterwards...
I saw another man at a barber-shop who also looked like the man who killed Berardelli. Thank you, Mr. Wade. As you all know. The gentleman here is the only person who've said that the man who was driving the car had black moustaches, and that this man is Bartolomeo Vanzetti. All the others say that the driver was blond or thin. Then... the prosecution suggests you're saying that Vanzetti could have been the man that was seated behind the driver. You saw a man leaning out of the car, but you didn't recognize him, right? That's right, sir. - You were here, right? - Yes, sir. That is wrong, totally wrong! You said that you lowered the barriers, which means you were here, to the right, and not next to the driver. After lowering the barriers, he could have crossed the street. - Thank you, Mr. Katzman... We still need to hear it from the witness. - Yes, like that. - Like what? Like Mr. Katzmann said. So you lowered the barriers and crossed the street and when the car came, you were there? - Yes. - Yes? Too bad for Mr. Levangie, and the prosecution, that there are many witnesses, workers and neighbors, who give contradictory testimonies. - Did Mr. Levangie stand near the sentry box? - Yes. On the left hand side? Yes, sir. I accuse Mr. Michael Levangie of giving false testimony. - Silence. Session suspended. Seems like all is going well.
If we were just thieves it could go well. But we are anarchists, that's not allowed. Just watch them. This trial may go wrong. But who are you? We worked for the committee, but without means. The defense is our hope. - Who, Moore? The comrade Moore? He just looks for another legal victory. I don't trust him. Levangie has completely turned the trial. The jury will have to listen to Bostock and the other witnesses again... - Enrico, all well? - Good work, Mr. Moore. It's necessary to give him a lesson. Let's enter. This court... in rejecting the incrimination of Mr. Michael Levangie... it condemns the terrorist methods used by the defense when interrogating the witnesses. They are making it a political process. We have responsibilities that we should comply to. We can't keep up with all witnesses changing their minds. Attention, people waiting. Please make room. Don't worry, Nicola, everything will be fine. I have much faith. Step back! We need to pass! Dante! Dante!
Dante! Dante answer me! Where are you? Dante! Dante. What are you doing? What do you want? Come with us. Coward. This will learn to change your testimony. If they prohibit alcohol... they would also have to prohibit French people... The Irish... English... Quite many Italians. The Greek and Polish too. - That's Boston. - You forgot the Germans. Do you mean D.A. Katzman, Mrs. Evans? Here are your Germans, madam. And Judge Thayer! And finally, a few drops of Angostura. The majesty of justice... The concept of justice is rather bitter. You don't believe in the innocence of those two, do you? I don't know. All I know is that this is an ordinary trial. Until recently, two anarchists like Sacco and Vanzetti, would have been deported. But now they might end up in the electric chair. It's an ordinary trial.
And after the attacks of Mr. Palmer, the American democracy will be pleased. Mr. Thompson, the most famous lawyer in Boston, saying this is an ordinary trial? A new cocktail? Perfectly "Legal", Mr. Katzman, without one drop of alcohol. I call it "Sidecar". Why? Perhaps everything started with a motorbike? A Sidecar? Are you speaking about the trial against Sacco and Vanzetti? Yes, a trial out of the ordinary. It begins with a Sidecar and ends up with witnesses being beaten up. Do you remember the man who worked in the gas station? What are you insinuating, Mr. Rennie? Excuse me. The deportations were criticized and unpopular. - However, an ordinary trial... - A trial against two anarchists, Mr. Rennie. Is it a crime to be an anarchist? - Anarchists and immigrants. - This is a country of immigrants. How long have you been in America, Mr. Katzman? I'm convinced that Sacco and Vanzetti have robbed and assassinated, and I will prove it. The sentence will soon have some political meaning. Captain Proctor, could you explain to us the results of the ballistic investigations. This is a Colt 32 that belongs to Mr. Sacco. This is a Harrington Richardson 38 that belongs to Mr. Vanzetti. The bullets are recognized by the caliber but also from when they were fired... They rotate from left to right, or from right to left, leaving grooves in the bullet. But the only type of American pistol that rotates from the left is a Colt 32. Thank you, Captain, please be seated.
3 of the 4 bullets from the body of Berardelli... have right rotation. The same for the two bullets taken from the body of Parmenter. But the fourth bullet, the lethal bullet, has left rotation. It was fired by a Colt 32. Captain, after the ballistic tests, can you tell us if this bullet was shot by the Colt of Mr. Sacco? In my opinion, it was probably shot by that pistol. Sacco was not in South Braintree that day! He couldn't have been in South Braintree on the 15 of April. Because that day he had requested a day off from the factory for serious personal reasons. Dear son... I understand that the death of your mother has caused you much sorrow. She expressed how much she wanted to see you again before dying. Don't forget to meet up... "You do not know what it means to have a son live so far away, and for so many years." "I hope we meet again." "Longing to hold you close." Mr. Consul, one moment please. - Do you have any other documents? - This is all I have. I've never before been presented with any such photographs, so big, I mean. There were two of them, I think. It was the day of the 15th of April. I remember because I looked at the wall calendar hanging on the wall in the office. Yes, it was at 2 pm or perhaps a little later. I recall that day also because I closed the consulate half an hour later. With so many people visiting the consulate, you said you're receiving between 150 and 200 visitors every day, ...that's correct, right? - Uhu. You must have an incredible memory... That day, how was the defendant dressed? I don't remember that, only the peculiar photograph.
Let's talk about another peculiar date... the 17, 19, 21 , 24 or 29th of April. - Listen... - Choose any date, 2nd of May, or the 3rd or 4th, or the 6th. Yes, I remember another peculiar thing that happened on the 1st of May... but last year. When the consulate was full of immigrants that requested protection from Attorney General Palmer. Those are true facts! Mr. Adrower, just answer the questions. Mr. Palmer is the Attorney General of the United States... and you are the representative of a foreign country. You should pay respect to... and... answer the questions. So you don't remember any other peculiar events at the Italian consulate, except the one involving Mr. Sacco? Yes, sure, if you prefer it that way, Mr. Katzman. Mr. Kelly... Have a good look at this cap, including the inside. Do you notice something? Yes, the lining is broken. Didn't you say that Sacco used to hang his cap on a nail? Yes, but not... Is this the cap of Mr. Sacco? - It seems too small. - If it would be larger though, it would be Mr. Sacco's, right? - Objection! Well, Mr. Sacco... can you put it on? No. What do you mean? You must put it on. I'm no clown. Mr. Sacco, nobody disrespects you, but you must put on the cap. No, properly. No, properly, I said.
Enough! On the 15th of April, I was in Plymouth, like every morning. Bart! You want a cup of coffee? I already had one, thanks, actually two. Fish! Big, tasty and fresh! Fish! Looks good, seems fresh. Smell. - Would that be all? - Yes. How do you remember the time being 12.30? I am a craftsman... and I leave my workplace at 12.30, at the sound of the siren. And why do you remember it was the 15th of April? ...and not the 13th, or 14th? I don't remember it that way, but because I buy fresh fish every Thursday. It doesn't stay fresh more than a week. Could it be another week, the 8th or 22nd of April? Listen... Could it be another week, the 8th or 22nd of April? What are you saying? On April 8 I was operated for my appendix. Look here. Thank you. And I had only one. I was operated for my appendix on the following day, and... - And what..? - He says it was his only appendix.
Mrs. Brini, have you known Mr. Vanzetti for a long time? Ever since I arrived in Plymouth four years ago. - He lives in your house? - Yes. - Do you like lodging him? - Yes. Do your husband like it? Objection! With the permission of the defense... In case of necessity... would you make a sacrifice to save a friend? Specially if he's Italian? - Objection! - What's wrong? Mr. Katzmann, omit the last part of the question. Omit "Specially if he's Italian." Would you do anything for a friend? - Of course. - Answer yes or no. You remember where you were on the 15th of April, because you bought a dress quite peculiar, no? People like me do not buy dresses every day. - We talked about it also. - You talked about it? - We reconstructed everything. - Reconstructed? With whom? With my husband and the neighbors. Also with the man with appendicitis? Of course. Thank you, Mrs. Brini. The ballistic tests established that at least one bullet, the one that killed Berardelli, came from the pistol of Mr. Sacco.
With such evidence, scientific and indisputable, all arguments of the defendant collapse like a house of cards. Tens of witnesses have declared... But what kind of witnesses? A row of pitiful people... from the underbelly of our society. Ragged! They hate us! Silence! The prosecution... The prosecution has shown that the defendants were present at the violent robbery in South Braintree on the 15th of April I don't want to offend anyone, but the Italian witnesses are not trustworthy. Mr. Katzmann, moderate your language. Moderate? This is racism! - Racism! Do you want to end up on the defendants' bench, Mr. Moore? The defendants' bench is the most untainted place in this room. Mr. Moore! We confront reality, we examine it well... We are uncivilized! Italians, Greeks, Poles, Puerto Ricans, Chileans. It takes efforts and pain trying to settle in a superior society trying to assimilate to our way of life and thought. This is racism! Members of the jury... The defense talks of racism, it opposes testimonies from honorable American citizens, in favor of irresponsible and scrupulous witnesses, a bunch of poor immigrants, people who do not know anything about our national principles, about the grand ideals of our democracy, and the justice that reigns in our country. People who don't speak our language. Racism! Racism! These are the same ideas of the fanatics in the Ku Klux Klan. They poison America.
Ku Klux Klan! One more word, Mr. Moore, and I'll charge you for contempt in court. Continue, Mr. Katzmann. They represent the greatest danger to our free institutions. We must be perceptive, certainly, but not until the point of... Racism! Racism! Ku Klux Klan! The Californian lawyer, the indescribable Mr. Moore, mention the Ku Klux Klan. Does he know that bonds also exist between the immigrants? That there are deviant blood ceremonies among Italians, where the blood of the teacher is mixed with the blood of the disciple... that's perverted! Barbarians! Barbarians! Thank you, Mr. Thompson, for coming to the defense committee, but I don't agree with you. The objective of the court, whatever the cost, is to reach a just sentence. I'm not so sure about that. Whatever the cost, they want to reach a political sentence. That's the reason of the justice. Such premise does not lead to any acquittal. Why do you think that they would be acquitted? I believe in justice. But Mr. Thompson, everything is so obvious. I asked myself the same as Mr. Moore... Speak out, forget formalities. We are all convinced that Sacco and Vanzetti are innocent. They are. But then where are those truly guilty? We will know in time! I just wanted to say... Have they done something to find them?
To find them? Why not ask the police, or Thayer, or Fuller! This way you aren't of much help. You don't seem to believe that the police, the judge, or the governor are in agreement of a sentence, to whatever the cost. Do you mean you were convinced that they don't wanted to mix the trial with politics? That is right. I made that mistake. I ask the court to interrogate the defendant Bartolomeo Vanzetti. When did you arrive in the United States, Mr. Vanzetti? Thirteen years ago, in 1908. Were you an anarchist already then? - Not completely. - Please explain. When I saw how bad things were in my country I thought things here would be different. Is that why you became an anarchist here? Let's say that I finished my radicalizing here, as I began working in a factory, 13 years old, to support myself. And you ended up being an anarchist? I am still an anarchist... Everyone here is. I don't understand the reason of this farce. Mr. Vanzetti... Why did you lie to the police officers in Brocton the night you were arrested? I was scared. Scared of what? Mr. Moore... I'll tell you what I and Nicola was doing that night. We were returning propaganda material to the houses of comrades, in order to hide it. For that reason we needed Boda's car. We knew also... that another one of those big "razzias"
against foreigners was being prepared. And two days earlier... the body of... one of our comrades... was found... at dawn. Mr. Vanzetti. And I'm saying his name: Andrea Salcedo! Andrea Salcedo, our comrade! He was found dead after falling from the 14th floor of the building of the New York City Police Department! Bravo, Vanzetti. We were scared. And that's why you were armed, I suppose. Have you ever fired a gun, Mr. Vanzetti? No, I've never fired a gun in my life. I don't even know how to point a gun. Or how to drive a car. Please... tell to the court why you were armed. We had really thought of throwing them away. We had brought all the bullets that we had kept in our drawers. Mr. Sacco, did you need weapons that night like one of those guards would do? We did, but we wanted to throw them anyway, it was too dangerous. Why didn't you apply for a firearms license? It's not easy in this country for an anarchist to get permission to carry arms. Like in any country, Mr. Sacco. Yes. In any country. You don't love this country, do you? Why do you say that? I love this country. Did you also love it in May of 1917? That is not so easy to explain... You didn't understand the question?
You need the interpreter? No, it's not necessary, I understood. Then answer with a yes, or a no. Yes. You say you loved this country... but when you needed to serve it as a soldier you ran away to Mexico? - Let me explain... - Answer yes or no. Did you run away to Mexico to avoid serving the country that you love? - But I'm a worker. Did you run away to Mexico in May, 1917? Yes, I did. Finally! It's difficult to get an answer from this gentleman. - Why did you run away? - Because I'm an anarchist worker! Which means..? It means that the anarchists believe in a world without borders. I understand. We are objectors of conscience. Do you love the government of the United States? I do not love the government of the United States. Is that why we see bombs against ministers and bankers of the state? I've never put any bombs, or shot any shots. You never put any bombs. You don't believe in bombs then? I believe in anarchism. But what type of anarchism is it that you want to create? - Could you explain that to the court? - Anarchism means freedom. The abolition of societies divided by classes.
Respect for the other. - Enough! - To me, these are the things that matter in life. I try to live my life following these ideals. Here are the arguments of the prosecution! Workers who fight against their bosses. Only to shorten unacceptable work hours, of 16, 17, 18 hours per day, and to ask for better wages. This is the true meaning of this trial. To cause harm to workers and to the unions, through an infamous campaign against foreigners. Counselor, I demand silence! It wouldn't have been allowed for a defendant to distribute documents to the jury. I give you a serious reprimand. Take those photographs back. Very good! Bravo! Silence! Otherwise I will expel you. So you hand out anarchist leaflets, but know nothing about bombs. And speak of love for your neighbor, but walks around armed. You love this country but when you are asked to serve it you run away to Mexico. Why didn't you stay in Mexico? It's a free country. I didn't do well there, I couldn't find work in my trade. After all sacrifices I made to learn my trade, I wouldn't go to Mexico to work with anything. So your relation with the United States is just a work relation, measured by how much money you get. Mr. Sacco, this is the love you have for our country, isn't it? Measured in dollars and cents. - Objection! - Objection overruled.
The defense have introduced these kind of arguments. Please continue. - May I speak? - Request granted. You speak of dollars and cents, sir. Lets speak about millions of dollars. If you speak of an industry manager or the head of a bank who donates money to a university everybody says: What a great man he is! But I have worked 13 years in this free country, doing what I've been told to. I have worked like a slave and still I don't own anything, not a single dollar. In here, all you here is: "Passport, passport!" But when I went to the consulate to organize my journey back, to be repatriated... I didn't even have money to pay for the trip! After thirteen years I would return to my homeland with nothing. Like when I started. Sit down. This is why I became an anarchist, I just wanted to live a decent life... that our children would get education, a good start. White, blacks that's not important. However, the capitalist class who just accumulate money in the banks and command young people to go to war, to death... We don't want that. We don't accept it. We don't accept the war. What right does a man have to kill another man? I work with German friends who treat me like a brother. Why should I kill them? Morgan and Rockefeller are not the great men of this country, sir. I have seen better people than them. Some are in the jail, like Eugenio Debs, a great man of this country.
He is also imprisoned because he is socialist. They are great people who make this country progress. I love this country because of them. I don't have more to say. Thanks to the court for its kind tolerance, and for listening to what one of the defendants have to say about our institutions. Remember what you have heard and what has been documented. This is just a small part of the red and anarchist activity against our country. At this point I want to ask you to remember and reenact, in all its aspects, the purpose of the assault in South Braintree. The verdict can be only one. I have nothing more to say. Thank you. For you it's more or less the same, isn't it? Sure, my wife has been feeling lonely all the time I have been here. - Sheriff, we are finished. - Already? That was fast, it's just five o'clock. You have only used less than two hours. A bit hasty perhaps. - Hasty? Yes, perhaps you're right. Did you say five o'clock? Then we can have another meal, courtesy of the state. Come! Come, they are here! Attention. It looks like armed Italians have come from New York to liberate the convicts. Keep your eyes open. Press. Today they check everyone. They suspect something.
- Do you know why? - They must be scared. The time has come. Don't worry. They are 5 hours delayed, that is a good signal. Court in session! Mr. Chairman. - Have you reached a verdict? - Yes. Nicola Sacco! Bartolomeo Vanzetti! Mr. Chairman, raise your right hand and turn to the defendants. Defendants, listen to the chairman of the jury. Mr. Chairman, Do you declare the defendants guilty or not guilty? Guilty. - Guilty of murder? - Murder. - In the first degree? - In the first degree. Do the jury declare under oath that the defendants, Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, are guilty of murder in first degree? Yes. - Is that your verdict? - That's our verdict. Is that the verdict of all members? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. That's our verdict.
Nico! They want to kill you! I don't understand this sentence. It's absurd. It is an absurd sentence. Vanzetti, this is a conspiracy. Sacco, it's clearly a conspiracy. We will appeal. Shut up! We must. It's a conspiracy. You and your politics. We wont go to the electric chair. Enough committees. I don't want to be a political martyr. I want to live. To live! I also want to live, but in another world. Freedom for Nick and Bart. Freedom for Nick and Bart. No! Freedom for Nick and Bart. Nick and Bart, talk to us. Nick and Bart, talk to us. We are two unfortunates. We have been deceived. Freedom for Nick and Bart. Freedom for Nick and Bart. Look at this. We will insist that the verdict is discharged, a very important filing.
- Perfect, make a copy of this. First of all we must locate Mary Splaine, Goodridge and Pelser, the key witnesses of the prosecution. The police is attacking the protesters. Everybody, come! Freedom for Nick and Bart. Clear! Clear! Sergeant, this is abuse! Are you wounded? The strong arm of the law. Where do you want to go? To the Defense Committee? Rennie, I don't want to see my name in the newspapers. When it comes me, you can be calm. Which means? Somebody doesn't like what I write. - They refused it? - Uhu. From now, Moore will be aided by Thompson, he is a great lawyer. They are preparing an appeal. I'm sure you will soon be released. You are too far away, Rosa, I want you near me. Come closer. I could not live without you. I'm not able. - Do you remember the night when... - Nicola, you will soon be released. I'm thinking of you all the time. Most Americans are taking our side.
Your speech really impressed everyone. They speak about you on the radio, in the newspapers too. People are working... printing flyers with your picture. - There are manifestations... - No! What's wrong, Nicola? It's Moore who's asked you to say that, isn't it? What are you saying? Rosa... What are you waiting for, Grayton? We have to leave! - Nobody's going to leave. - They shot half the people. The money is gone! - What are you waiting for? - Let's toast to your health! You can stay here and do whatever you want. - I'm leaving! - No! You're going to hell. He never learned that he has to obey me implicitly. Dumbhead. Nobody leaves this room. Only to shoot Sando Kid and his friends. Did I make myself clear? Get bristled with weapons and take your positions. When they arrive they should think that they're facing an army and an arsenal. Reveal yourself. - Open up, boy, it's me.
- Hey, open up! It's the sheriff! Close it again, right now. Barricade the door and shoot! Bowl them down! After you, Captain! Please! Just go first! And good luck! As you command. Oh Holy Mother! Boo! Come on, ahead! Your sample case, Mister! Good stuff! Blasts you away, right? What are you doing there? But you're making an utter mess! In the name of the Father, the Son... The Lord... The Lord shall forgive your sins... Hey, allow yourself some joy. This game is really fun. However, the violence... Grab that one! The usual... Jesus, redeem him! Jesus, redeem him! Amen! You'd better engage yourself in flowers!
He didn't join in. Hey! Everything alright? For whom the bell tolls... the blame is on me... Hey! Two at one fell swoop! But I'm just looking for one. Here I am! I knew that trick. And I kept it in good mind. Don't worry about your damned skin. I never shoot unarmed prisoners. Do you remember now? Who are you? You gave me this, Captain. And I learned how to use it. Pull the trigger. Shoot. Shoot! That would be a comfortable way to die. But I won't do you that favor. I'm here to arrest you, Grayton. Preferably alive. That won't be easy, Ranger! Just try it! The man who could handcuff me isn't born yet. If you want me alive, come! But then, I'll send you to hell. Mission accomplished.
I've arrested him. Arrested him dead, as usual! Good thing that the law says "dead or alive". And I obey in full respect. Maybe too well. And... and this bunch of dollars, who benefits from it now? Makes you hungry, right? We leave that box to you. But be careful! It's allotted to the railroad. - We allotted it to the railroad. - When the railroad is here maybe we come back some time. But why don't you stay? We might need some men like you around here! And Leonor needs a husband, urgently! - Yes, exactly. Good idea, isn't it? - Ah, just keep on joking. I'm not made for marriage. Just think about it once more. I'd give you a special promotion. But if you refuse, I could arrest you for disobedience! Ah, okay. If that's an order, I obey. And you get the trousseau ready. Sure. Brother Bamba... old bugger. Next time, you'll have to teach me how to become a good husband. It's not my excellence yet, but I'll give it a try.
Otherwise, there's still the presage. Goodbye, Captain. - We're waiting here for you, Kid! - See you soon. THE END Subtitles by subXpacio Doctor Who Season 8 The mind of Evil 5 of 6 Original Air Date: 1971/02/27 What happened? Why did it just disappear? Well, we couldn't have tempted its appetite. Why not? Well, I imagine it detected a higher concentration of evil in Mailer. There's something to be said for a pure mind, after all, eh Jo? Look, I think we'd better get out of here before it gets back. Yes, all right. Jo, Jo, wait a minute, wait. Barnham. What are you doing here? Well, I was looking for you. I heard this noise and... It's all right. We're going to try and escape. I don't understand? Look, we've got to stop the Master from launching that missile. - Come on, Barnham, you come with us. - Come on, quickly. Come on. Windmill 3-4-7 to Trap One.
How do you read me? Over. Acknowledge that will you, Sergeant? Trap One to Windmill 3-4-7. Major Cosworth reading you loud and clear. Any results? Over. I'm over Stangmoor Prison now. No sign of the missile. Everything seems quiet and normal. Over. Are you going to land? Over. No, I don't think so. I know I said it seems normal but I'm quite sure it's not. I'll continuing raking for the moment. Over and out. Well, there doesn't seem to be anybody about. Let's take a look outside. You wait here for a minute. Hey look. It's the UNIT helicopter. Hey. All right, you two, inside. - Move. - Don't hurt them. Leave off, Barnham. I said move. - I said don't hurt them. - But they were trying...
What the hell do you mean: We loused things up? You got your missile, didn't you? You left one of the UNIT people alive and he followed you here. Fortunately he was caught. Look, I don't care about him. I want you back here right away. That's quite impossible. I'm far too busy preparing the missile for launching. Look, mate, I don't care how busy you are. I want you back. That machine of yours has broken out. It's wandering around the prison. It's killed Lenny Vosper, it's nearly killed me. That's impossible, I can't leave here now. Now, listen, my mob's not staying on here while that thing's on the loose. They'll start running and I'll be running with them. But you can't. You'll be caught. Maybe, but just remember, if I get caught, so do you. They'll want to know where that missile is and I might just tell them. Now think about it. I see. All right, Mailer. I'll come back. That's more like it. All right, Captain, you can stop pretending to be unconscious now. Why? Why...? Why did I take the missile?
I intend to use it. You'll never be able to. It's too complex. Nonsense. This is childishly simple. Anyhow, I have all the technical assistance I need. Yes, I was going to ask you: about those soldiers? Hired mercenaries in fake uniforms. Everything's a question of money nowadays, my dear Captain. Will you excuse me? By the way, you're probably wondering why you're still alive? - It did cross my mind. - Well, in the event, in the highly unlikely event of UNIT finding us before the missile's ready, you'd make a very useful hostage, remember that. Right, come on. - Where did you find 'em? - Outside "B" wing. - Waving to a helicopter. - They what? Did it see them? No. I don't think so. Anyway, it's cleared orf now. Get that zombie out of here. Get rid of him. I don't know what we're going to do about you. - Look, Mailer, what... - Back off. Mailer, why are you helping the Master?
Helping who? The Ma... Keller or whatever he calls himself. Simple. - I'm helping him because he's helping me. - What's he promised you? Money. Pardon. Ticket to anywhere I like. You really think he's going to keep those promises? - Why not? - He doesn't care whether you live or die. - He's just using you. - So, he's using me, I'm using him. You make me a better offer? Let us go and I'll do the best I can for you. Well, if that's the best you can do, Doc, it really ain't good enough. - Now, wheel 'em out. - Right, come on. I know exactly where that missile is. Here. Stangmoor Prison, sir? It all adds up. Benton saw a Black Mariah when the missile was ambushed... and I saw the Doctor and Miss Grant. I'm convinced the Master... has taken over the prison to use as a hideout for that missile. And I assume we'll be taking the place, sir? I'll draw up an assault plan. Major Cosworth? Sir? - Have you seen Stangmoor Prison?
- No, sir. Well, I've just been looking at it. It's an old fortress you'd need an army to get in there. - A fortress? - That's right. I suppose there couldn't possible be a secret underground passage or something? Good, Major, good. - Is that a map of the prison? - Yes sir. Yes, you're right. It hasn't been blocked off either. It probably leads to the old dungeons. It's rather like making a film, isn't it, sir? Greyhound seven to trap one. - Greyhound seven to trap one. - Excuse me, sir. All right, I'll take it. Go ahead, greyhound seven. A black saloon car has just entered the prison gates, over. Thank you, greyhound seven. Maintain surveillance, over and out. It must be the Master. They wouldn't let anyone else inside. Right, that settles it. We're going to take that prison. By using the underground passage. Yes... and also by using the Trojan Horse. I must say, you're taking your time about this. Yes, well. - Any trouble?
- Not a squeak out of them. All right. Open up, Fuller. Doctor, I... There. Doctor, I... There. Yes, well, the trouble with this game is that it's too simple. In any case, I'm more used to playing three dimensional chess. All right, I've allowed you your little gesture. Now perhaps we can talk seriously? I suppose you're going to ask me to control that machine of yours again? - I am. - Yes, well, I can't. I've told you before, nobody can. You underestimate yourself, Doctor. You are perfectly capable of controlling it, for a time, at least. Well, even if I could, why should I help you? To save lives. Several people have died already. Yeah, most of them head cases that were helping you. Very well then, to save one life. My own? Don't listen to him, Doctor. He's just bluffing. Am I? Unless the Doctor does what I ask, Miss Grant. Mailer will shoot you, here and now. Well, it's only a theory, but I think there may be one way... to inhibit that machine's power of movement. Well, now is your chance to put that theory to the test.
Well where's the thing now? Still wandering about? Gone back to the process chamber. Temporarily glutted, no doubt. Well, I shall need a lot of equipment, you know? Stangmoor Prison's a very progressive place. The entire contents of the workshop's at your disposal. - All right, I'll give it a try. - Good. All right, Fuller. Let us out, will you? No, Miss Grant. You will stay here, as a guarantee of the Doctor's good behaviour. After you, Doctor. Satisfied, Mailer? Now we shall, as you realise, be very considerably outnumbered. However, not all of our opponents will be armed... and none of them will be trained soldiers. And, of course, we shall have surprise on our side. Exactly. - Any questions? - No, sir. Right. Carry on. An excellent plan, if I may say so, sir. A very good chance of success. Thank you, Major Cosworth. I'm very relieved to hear that. Yes? Excuse me, sir. Benton?
What the devil are you doing here? You're supposed to be in hospital. Well, yes sir, I discharged myself. I'm all right now. I've just got a bit of a sore head. I'll just get on, sir. At ease, sergeant. Well, what do you want? I'd like to come on the assault, sir. Benton, you're supposed to be suffering from severe concussion. I know, sir, but it's only a scratch, honest. And you said yourself, I've got a thick skull. Anyway, I'd like a chance to get at the blokes who did it. All right. If you feel fit, you can take charge of the underground assault party. - Cosworth will put you in the picture. - Thank you, sir. - Sir, I...? - Yes? Well, I wondered if you'd had any news about Captain Yates, sir. I'm sorry, Benton, there's nothing. Nothing at all. Look, Doctor, you must hurry. If that thing in there starts moving again... I'm well aware of the urgency of the situation, thank you. Right. Excuse me, will you? Would you mind bringing that plug with you, please? - Right. - And the coil.
- Yep. - Thank you Look, tell me, what precisely do you intend to do? I'm going to try throwing this coil over that machine in there, if I can get close enough to it without being killed. I see. Well, what can I do to help. Well, I want you to operate these controls here... and switch on to full power when I call out. - This is very ingenious. - If all goes well, it... should set up an electric current in the coil... alternating on much the same frequency as the Beta rhythms of the human brain. - And you think that'll deal with it? - I don't know. I think it'll confuse the creature enough to... take away its power of movement, anyway. - Well, I hope you are right. - So do I. Now switch it on now, will you? Bottom one. Right. Well. - Good luck to you, Doctor. - Thank you. - Right, you know what to do? - Yes. Exterminate. Annihilate. Destroy. Exterminate. Annihilate. Destroy. Exterminate. - Now.
Now. - Annihilate. Mailer. Mailer. Well, Doctor. Congratulations. It won't hold it for long, you know. That thing's intelligent. Soon it'll work out what happened and find a way to deal with it. Then you'll have to work out something better, won't you? Now, take the Doctor back to his cell, Mailer. Let's go. - You all right, Doctor? - Yes, thank you, Jo, fine. Fine. - Did you fix the machine? - Yes, temporarily. You look tired. I am, physically and mentally. Hey, how about some food? Do you think they'll let us have any? I doubt it. Not after what happened last time. I've had nothing to eat all day. I'm starving. Well, we shouldn't have thrown our breakfast at them, should we? Breakfast. Hey, wait a minute. I knew they wouldn't bother to clear up. Here you are.
No thanks, Jo, you have it. I'll do without food for a while. No, we'll share it and there's some water in the jug over here. All right. - Cheers. - Cheers. Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the Tower of London? No. - No? - No. Well, I shared a cell with a very strange chap called Raleigh. Raleigh? Yeah, Sir Walter Raleigh. He got into some trouble with Queen Elizabeth, Elizabeth 1a, that is. He kept going on about this new vegetable of his he'd discovered, you see, called the potato. One day, he sat down... pointed a finger at me... Morning, mate. - Provisions. - What? Provisions. - Nosh, food. - Back gate. You leave it at the inner gate. You can't come in 'ere. It won't go in there, mate, me van's too big. - You'll have to clear off then. - Eh, wait a minute. I 've got a weeks supply of food in there... and booze for the Governor. Am I supposed to go back and tell them you don't want it? They'll think you're barmy.
Hang about. Main gate 'ere. I've got a big provisions lorry. Do I let it it? Yeah, okay. But I want him out of here fast. Drive up the main courtyard, unload there. We'll give you a hand. The chief wants you out of here quick as possible. Don't worry. The less time I spend in there, the better. Okay, open up. Come on, out. The back's open. This is Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart of UNIT. This prison is now in military hands. It seems to be right inside the prison. Yes. I only hope they gain complete control before Mailer starts killing the hostages. So do I! Oh, yes. There. Come on. I'm going to find the Doctor. Ah, come to give yourself up? Now shut up and listen. If you want to stay alive? You'll do exactly as I say. - Well? - You're going to help me get out of here.
Walk out of here and tell those friends of yours that... either I get out or I'm going to chop you down. All right? They won't listen. Too bad for you if they don't, now come on, move. And remember, no heroics. I can get out with either one of you. Up Now, Doctor. That's you all right. I warned you. I only need one of you. HOLIDAYS WITH GHOSTS THE HAUNTED CASTLE Starring Written by Adam Bahdaj Music Directed by Say cheese Thank you. It's only 20 Złotys. Mailed on request. Hold on, just one more to make sure. Thank you! I told you to fix this helmet. Get it open. Here you go, pretty lady. The ancient castle was built in the 14th century by Prince Bogusław. Excuse me... Is this castle Haunted?
Don't interrupt. It's a very interesting story. Aren't ghosts interesting? Legend has it that Bogusław married Brunhilde, the daughter of the Margrave of Brandenburgh. The wily woman conspired with the Germans, and opened the gates of the castle. The Prince and his knights drove the invaders out. And she was thrown off the tower. But the prince loved her so much he never got over his deed. Out of despair he jumped into this well, 63 meters deep. God rest his soul! Legend has it that when the peace of the castle is disturbed, Brunhilde appears atop the tower and weeps, while the prince climbs out of the well, to pace the walls of the castle. We're in the dungeons now. This was the torture chamber. What you'll see in a moment... Stop it, Pikador! What are you doing here? Who fixed you like this? Come on! Are you deaf? Why don't you answer? If you don't confess you'll stay here for the night. You have 10 seconds to tell me. One... two.. three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... - I did it! - And me. - We did it. Aha! Long time, no see!
- What do you mean by this? - It's an experiment. How long one can stand it... We're in the Explorers Club. I had to get you out of the well once. This time you won't get away with it! Relax, boss. - It's no big deal... - No big deal? - And who opened this thing? - It opened by itself, I guess. Tell it to the marines. Some explorers! Are you crazy! What are you doing? Let me out! Help! Let me out! I'll get you rascals! Hurry up, Perelka. Scram! Somebody let me out! Hide! They're not here. Must be downstairs. Spoiled brats! There's nothing to see here! Repairs! go back please! Up those stairs.
Go ahead. Look! A custom made outfit, pure steel, the latest in 14th century fashion. - It's the famous Knights Room. - How do you know? - From the guidebook. - What are you doing? - I'll see if it fits me. Help me with my armour, servants. What do you think? Great. But your ears stick out. Not like yours. Get me a helmet. Not so hard! You'll crush my nose! Help! - Are you suffocating? - No, but it's too tight. Get it off me! What about me? I can't give you the go-ahead. This beautiful room should be restored. But you want to turn it into God knows what. As a conservator, I can't agree. We have all the necessary papers and bank credits, it can't wait. - Just take a look, sir. - I already have. It's an outrage. To embellish these historic walls with God knows what...
Over my dead body! Young people... Young people want a dance hall. They keep inquiring. Don't you care what people say? Dances? Fine! But in this historic setting. Let them admire the architecture. If I lose the credits I'm finished. You preside over the Friends of the Castle Society.. - It's so hot outside. - Tell them it's an outrage. As the president I must object. You see? The public is against it. But I'm not doing it for myself. It's for the public. Show them the resolution. - Let's consult with Warsaw. - My credits will be cancelled. We've contracted a construction company. They're here. Sorry, we've got to start. Three shifts, round the clock. But... gentlemen. Heed my words! If you defile this place, may it's spirits speak up! Ouch! Good sports...
Like hell! You left me out in the cold! Cowards! Couldn't you have stayed quiet? What! With that nail inside? See the mark. Is it bleeding? Excavations. Do not enter Ouch! Let go! Watch where you're going! What are you doing here? Climb up, quick! Hey! Get out of there! You'll get lost in the maze! It's okay, he's gone. I'm going back. - Chicken? - No, but my neck aches. We need a torch. Let's go back. Milksops! Looking for me, eh? What's this belt for? To stick together in the dark. - Who was it? - Not a ghost, considering his jeans.
- What was he looking for? - Mushrooms perhaps. - He's gone. - Look at this! Some Picasso! The top is culture, the bottom is architecture. - What can it be? - A layout. - Of course, but of what? - The castle. Here's the tower... the walls, the courtyard... The stairs leading into the yard. - I'm not blind, am I? - Here's the main entrance. - And the wall. - And the excavations. We went this way to the dungeons. You guys need any help? We couldn't help but admire your painting. You must eat everything. No leftovers! To leave such extraterrestrial food? - Extraterrestrial? - Out of this world! - You haven't even tasted it yet. - But the smell... Yummy! Mrs Lichón! The castle...
The castle is haunted! You're seeing things, that's all. I swear it's for real. Oh my goodness... I was walking by, and suddenly I heard a groan. The earth sort of split open. Then there was that flash, like a thunderbolt. - And right there on the tower... - What happened? On the tower... That white apparition... - Let's go. - Where to? - To the castle. - It's haunted, isn't it? Exactly, let's find out. Something for the club. - Chicken? - No, you go alone. - You believe in ghosts? - No, I'm just sleepy. - Where are you going? - To the castle. - A perfect mission for our club. - Are you sick? It's haunted! Some heroes! See you. Lock the door so the ghosts can't get in. - I'm sure he'll be right back.
- What do you bet? Oh... just forget it. - You didn't turn the lights on. - I did, but they went out. - Did you leave the tower open. - No, it was locked. - What's going on here? - Going on... It's a haunted castle! Baloney! Go ahead, sir. I'll wait. - You don't believe in ghosts do you? - I didn't, but today... Nonsense. To the woods and forests... Be gone, Phantom! Mr Miziac. Can I smell your breath? Just one beer after work. All right... If you have those dreams again, go tell your aunt, bye. Bye bye. - Hey, what are you after? - Me, nothing. Who sent you? Come on! Nobody sent me. I came to find out. - And what did you find out?
- Nothing at all. - What did you see? - I saw nothing and heard nothing. - It's dark in here. - Don't try to fool me. I mean it. I wasn't here to start with. - All right. A deal? - Sure, you weren't here either. Right. Get lost now. Come on, that's not fair! We've only just begun and you want to go? There's the contract... - Yes, but there's no light. - Short circuit, perhaps... - Maybe, but those flashes out there... - No good, this job. On and off, on and off... Let's go, boss. Wait a minute! It must be some practical joke. Don't say you believe in ghosts! The lights, Mr Miziak! I swear I saw her. On the tower. It must be a publicity stunt. To keep the business going... Don't discourage my men.
Check the outlets instead. She had big, flashing eyes... Shut up! See? It's all right. Some minor malfunction, folks. Let's go to work, guys. But no magic, please. It's not halloween yet. Drop by tomorrow, we'll discuss... Mr Miziak! Enough is enough. Let's go. - I promise it won't happen again. - Look we're paid by piece. - We're not making money here. - Please, I'll raise your pay! I promise we'll clear this up. Forgive me, Brunhilde! Forgive me, Brunhilde! Get him! Come on! Mr Meister! Mr Meister! The power's on again! - Scared, were you? - You bet! - Were you doing the ghost? - You're too curious... Hush!
But... I don't know what to make of it. Original hardsubs by Grażyna Bialik You're a born horse-trader, Heyes. Oops. What are you doing? Keep walking. It's him, isn't it? Remember Kingsberg? Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's him. He didn't see us, did he? No, I saw him first. What's he doing here? Well, from the badge, I'd say he's employed here. In the Sheriff's office. HEYES: Maybe he's just passing through. No, Heyes, it's you and me that's just passing through. NARRA TOR: Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry, the two most successful outlaws in the history of the West. And in all the trains and banks they robbed, they never shot anyone. This made our two Iatter-day Robin Hoods very popular with everyone but the railroads and the banks. CURRY: There's one thing we gotta get, Heyes. HEYES: What's that? CURRY: Out ofthis business.
LOM: The Governor can't come flat out and give you amnesty now. First, you gotta prove you deserve it. Ah, so all we have to do is just stay out of trouble till the Governor figures we deserve amnesty. But in the meantime, we'll still be wanted. LOM: Well, that's true. Till then, only you, me and the Governor will know about it. It'II be our secret. (GUN FIRING) CURRY: I sure wish the Governor would let a few more people in on our secret. NARRATOR: Alias Smith and Jones, starring Pete Duel and Ben Murphy. Well, back so soon? Uh-huh. We thought it over and decided selling our horses for a poker stake wasn't very good thinking. So we're here to take 'em back. You wanna buy a couple of horses with gear, right? No, no. Same horses, same gear. Fair enough. Good animals, good gear. An even $100 should cover it. An even what? $100. We just sold them to you for $80. That's why I'm selling them to you for only $100. No, no. What we want is just to forget the deal we made five minutes ago.
We give you back your money and you give us back our horses and our saddles. Well, now, I'd be out of business tomorrow if I was to sell things for the same price I pay for 'em, wouldn't I? We just want you to forget this one transaction, Mr. McDuff. Not change your whole philosophy of Iife. I can't do it. Fellas, if you understood the principles of free enterprise, you wouldn't ask me to. No, sir. $100 for them two animals with gear is a real bargain. Well, now, you just told us they weren't worth $80. Well, now, I don't know your trade, boys, but you better stay out ofthe horse-trading profession, because you just ain't qualified. They're worth $100. We haven't got $100. Well, how much you got? $86. Boys, I ain't got two animals with gear in the whole place for $86. No, I'm real sorry. There's no doubt about it, McDuff, you're gonna die a rich man. If you live long enough. Well, I'II keep the price open for you boys. Yes, sir. Uh, sir, excuse me? Where's the stage depot? Right next to the hotel. But the stage is gone, left an hour ago. On the other hand, be a train through here going east, 8:00 tonight, if you happen to be going that way. We happen to be going that way. Thank you. More than welcome. What's the next stop east? Brimstone, 60 miles.
We'll take two tickets to Brimstone. Not tonight, you won't. Why not? The whole train's all sold out. No seats left. When's the next train? Tuesday, 4:00. Now, I bet $10 cash could find us a pair of seats on that train. Mister, you'd lose. There is no way I can get you on that train. We gotta get out of here. Sawyer could spot us from 50 yards away. You feel like walking 60 miles? You got a better idea? Help you, gents? Yeah, two tickets on the 8:00. Sorry, all sold out. No, you're not. My name's Grant, this here is Mr. Gaines. Right you are. Yes, Mr. Grant and Mr. Gaines. That'll be $9 apiece. Thank you. Have a nice trip, gentlemen. Still all sold out. How come they got tickets? They had reservations. Fine, sell us a couple of reservations. Sorry. That train's all sold out.
Excuse us, gentlemen. We kind of need to get onto that train. Suppose you could give some help? What do you mean, give you some help? Well, they wouldn't sell us any tickets. But they sold you a couple. Yeah, well, we had reservations. We'd be willing to pay you double what you paid. No, I'm sorry. Oh, maybe a little more. I'm sorry. Wait a second, Grant, I don't like this. AII right, forget it. No. What's so important to you fellas about this train? There's another one in a day or two. We have very important business in Brimstone. Just won't wait. GAINES: Who are you dealing with there? What do you care? Hey. Now our getting on that train isn't all that important. Like your friend said, just forget it, huh? Yeah, Fred, let's not give them a hard time. (TRAIN HORN BLOWING) Hold it, fellas. Names? HEYES: Grant.
And? Gaines. Gaines. Okay, come onboard. Don't be cute, boys. (TRAIN BELL RINGING) GRADY: That's the last pickup, Mr. Briscoe. (PEOPLE CHATTERING) GRADY: AII right, men. Now, settle down. Settle down, everybody! Here's Mr. Briscoe, men. Thank you, Mr. Grady. Well, we're all here now, and I guess you'd Iike to know some of the details. Now, this is a regular, scheduled train, and this afternoon it made the regular, scheduled freight pick-up at the Wash Valley Consolidated Mining Company. But there was one big difference. That pick-up was three times the usual amount. Over a quarter of a million dollars. (PEOPLE CHATTERING) It's in the baggage car now. That's right. On the way to the Denver Mint. Now, you know and I know that this kind of information always gets out and into the hands ofthe wrong people. So, we decided to be sure ofthat. And we put out the rumor ourselves. And we put that rumor out for one reason. So it would get to the Devil's Hole Gang led by Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry.
Now, in the past 14 months, this train has been attacked twice by that gang. Now we know that rumor will get back about the extra gold. And we feel pretty sure they're gonna make a try for it. And that's gonna be their last try. BRISCOE: That's right. Now, our next stop is Brimstone. We figure the gang will hit us between Brimstone and the mountains. Now, every man on this car is a qualified agent ofthe George Bannerman Detective Agency. The best we have. Fields and Crawly of Frisco, Keith and Hickson, Carson City. Well, I'II let you get acquainted among yourselves. But, Ithink when that gang attacks we'll be ready. Right, men? ALL: Yeah! (ALL EXCLAIMING) MAN 1: Every last man. I've been waiting for 11 years to get 'em. MAN 2: I've been waiting, too! Hey! Now, when every last member ofthat gang is hanging by his heels, especially Heyes and Curry, we're gonna celebrate because in that baggage car, along with the gold, are two cases of prime whiskey and we are gonna have some fun! (ALL CHEERING) Uh, Mr. Briscoe, how will we know if we get Heyes and Curry? You come across some pictures ofthem or something? No. And, as some of you know, that's been our main problem up to this time.
However, we've solved that detail. I imagine some of you wonder what this pretty little lady's doing here. Well, she's not a Bannerman agent. No, we're not hiring ladies yet. More's the pity. No, we owe her to Jeremiah Daley, our man from Kansas City. The man who thought up this plan. But why don't I let her explain? Gents, Miss Sara Blaine. How do you do, gentlemen? I happen to be here because I have one helpful bit of knowledge. I can identify Kid Curry and Hannibal Heyes. (MEN CHATTERING) I know exactly what they look like because I know them very well. I'II tell you why that's important. Because the minute that gang attacks this train this pretty little lady is gonna point out both Heyes and Curry to every man here. Now, George Bannerman himself approved this plan for one reason. To bring in Heyes and Curry. The rewards on those two alone will pay for this whole expedition. (ALL CHEERING) MAN: Yes, sirree! BRISCOE: As you know, guards are posted on the gold at all times. The next shift will be Keith and Nixon. Gentlemen. Well, everybody, relax, we've got a way to go and a time to wait. We haven't had an opportunity to be introduced. Ma'am. Why, thank you.
I'm, uh, Grant and this is Mr. Gaines. Oh, how do you do? Ma'am. Well, now I know all the agents here. And it's a great pleasure. I'd sure be interested in hearing how you come to know Heyes and Curry, ma'am. Well, it was a considerable experience, I can tell you. One I shall never forget. I had a feeling it might have been memorable. A pretty girl knowing hard-case outlaws like that. Why, thank you. I don't think we ought to count on that gang hitting us where we figure they will. We've gotta expect them anywhere. Daley? Don't you agree? Why, yes, we do have to figure it that way, I guess, Mr. Briscoe. You remember the train they robbed just west of Cheyenne last year? Yeah, I read about that. Well, I happen to have been a passenger on that train. I was traveling alone to see my mother in Frisco when the dynamite went off. Dynamite? They blew open the safe. Oh. It was terrible. I read about that. Well, I think they used a little too much dynamite. Anyway, I was thrown to the ground behind some bushes. Hit my head on a rock and I lay there unconscious when the train pulled out. I didn't read about that.
Nobody did. You see, Kid Curry found me lying there. He and Hannibal Heyes took me back to their camp. Then, when it was safe, a few days later, they escorted me back to Cheyenne. They even gave me some money to go on my way. Well, that was why I didn't say anything. They treated me like real gentlemen and Ijust couldn't bring myselfto do anything that would hurt them. Well, I sure am glad you decided to do the right thing. Well, I became acquainted with Agent Daley and he convinced me that I ought to help bring them to justice. If you'll excuse me, gentlemen. What? What were you talking to them two about? VVhy? Just answer the question, will you? I did exactly the right thing. They asked me about Curry and Heyes and I babbled my story. It all looked just right. What's wrong with you? Oh, there's nothing wrong with me at all. But there's plenty wrong with our plan. Them ain't Gaines and Grant. What? They said they are. Well, they ain't. And that means something has gone wrong. Now, wait a minute. Maybe not. At least nothing serious. Do you have any notion at all what she's up to? I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Grant.
Not even a small hunch. I'm Gaines, you're Grant. They can't be a plant by Briscoe, it doesn't make any sense. You go talk to them. What about? About who they are. I'm Daley. Jeremiah Daley of the Kansas City office. Oh, pleasure. I'm Grant, and this here's Gaines. No. No, you ain't. What? What do you mean? Well, just that. You ain't Fred Gaines, and you ain't Carl Grant. You sound pretty sure ofthat, are you? You bet I am. I used to be in the Fort Worth office with Gaines and Grant before I was transferred to KC. We was all there together with Harry Bright. And you just ain't them. Well, what are you gonna do about it, Mr. Daley? Well, now, that depends. On, let's say, uh, how y'all got here, for one thing, and why. We wanted to get out ofthe last town. We was in a hurry. We couldn't buy any tickets, so we took some from Grant and Gaines. Uh-huh. We tried to buy them from Grant. The other one, Gaines was it, pulled a gun and started asking questions.
So we had a little scuffle. And then you just decked them and here you are? That's the truth of it. Well, I believe you boys. Now, tell me your real names. Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry. (LAUGHS) You don't wanna talk, eh? AII right. I guess you got your reason. And I never was a man to cause trouble without a reason. So, I am not gonna tell Briscoe there about you two. Why not? Well, let's just say I've got my reasons. Same as you had for getting out ofthat town so fast. What reasons? Yours, I mean. Ain't you looking a gift horse in the mouth? Now, if I was to tell Briscoe that you ain't Gaines and Grant, you'd be in trouble. I mean, big trouble. Let's just say that I'm doing you a little favor and, who knows, maybe one time soon I can ask you fellas to do me a little favor, huh? Nice seeing you again, Gaines, Grant. It's gonna be all right. How? Well, they wouldn't tell me who they were, but they did admit that they wanted to get out of that last town real bad, so they knocked out Grant and Gaines, took their tickets, and here they are. We needed Grant and Gaines. What we need is two fellas handy with their guns. And if I'm anyjudge of human nature, these two in here will dojust fine when I tell them what's in it for them.
Don't do that yet. I want to think about it more. AII right, Brimstone's next, boys, everybody on their toes. That's where we ditch this train, right? And end up with half the Bannerman Agency on our tails? Like I said, we stay on this train in Brimstone, right? No, we get off and try to intercept the telegram. What telegram? The one Grant and Gaines no doubt sent to Mr. Briscoe. (TRAIN BELL RINGING) We'll be pulling out in a few minutes, men. Grant and me just want to Iimber up a little. Well, don't go far. We've gotta stay on schedule, you know. Evening. We're from the train with Mr. Briscoe. The special gold train? That's supposed to be a secret, I know, but, well, the word got around. I see it has. Mr. Briscoe seems to think there may be a telegram here for him. Yeah. I was just about to take it out to the conductor. From Bramberg, down the line. A couple of fellas signing themselves Grant and Gaines say there's somebody on your train impersonating them. Hmm. Just as we suspected. We'll see that Mr. Briscoe gets this. Would you take a message to Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg for us? Men claiming to be Gaines and Grant are fugitives. Hold for my return.
And sign that Briscoe. Right away. Oh, there you are. It's time to be moving out. Hey, what's up. We had a little problem to tidy up with Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg. Sawyer? Wade Sawyer? Good man. Send him my best. Send Deputy Sawyer Mr. Briscoe's best. As long as you men are here, you can stand your shift now. We're ready, Mr. Briscoe. Remember, anything happens, defend that shipment. Stay put. Like it was our own, Mr. Briscoe. (HORN BLOWING) HEYES: You know Wheat and the boys are gonna hear about his. CURRY: Yeah. And you know that knothead will come out of Devil's Hole and make a try for it. Yeah. Oh... Oh... It's gold. Yeah. Yes. It's gold. Oh, Heyes, put it away.
MAN: Hey, boys, easy. That Gatling gun is dynamite. (ALL CHATTERING) No, no. I can't work it out. Work what out? Daley and the girl. What are they up to? They've got no way to haul the gold. They can't even take it, not with 15 Bannerman agents aboard. I can't work it out. What about Wheat and the boys, you work that out? Nope. We gotta warn them off, you know that, don't you? VVhy? That's gonna finish our chances for amnesty. There ain't one in that bunch who ever killed anybody in their entire lives. And we can't just sit on this train and let them all get shot. They don't deserve that. I know that. How are we gonna stop them? I'II tell you. Now, we know Wheat and the boys are gonna hit the train at either Summit or Harris Crossing. We could get offthe train when it stops for water at Indian Rocks, grab a couple of horses there, and with a little luck we'll get to Wheat and the boys before they get to the train. And kiss our amnesty goodbye. I guess so. If you don't mind, Kid, I'd Iike to think on that a little bit more. (THUDDING ON DOOR)
Oh. I'm sorry, Mr. Briscoe. No, well done. Alert. Very alert. I brought you some rifles. Yeah. Yes. Very neat, the way you did that. We stay on our toes. Good, good. Who trained you men? Ah. Harry Bright. How is old Harry? Fine, fine. He told us to give you his best. Harry Bright? Yeah. Why, that cantankerous length of buffalo jerky hasn't had a good word to say for me in 20 years. Well, to be honest with, Mr. Briscoe, old Harry sent you something a lot less Complimentary, but Gaines and me figured we'd sweeten it some. Oh. Tell me, how's his stomach ailment these days? Mr. Briscoe, I can see there's some personal feeling between you and old Harry. To be honest, I wanna stay out of it. I don't wanna discuss him. Your attitude, Grant, Ilike it. Now, you men will be relieved first thing in the morning. When we get to Indian Rocks we have some final preparation: to make.
Preparations? Grady. This should take care of any problems. Yeah, I guess so. We're sure gonna kill ourselves a lot of outlaws. Every man jack ofthat Devil's Hole Gang. (TRAIN BELL RINGING) AII right, men, water stop. Limber 'em up. Okay, 1703/5- Kid, Ithink I finally figured out how to do both. Both of what? Keep the boys in the gang from being massacred and still save our amnesty. If you have, Heyes, then you're the genius you think you are. Ijust may be. AII right, men. Everybody on. We're ready to go. Come on, let's do a little horse trade. (HORSE SNUFFLING) Right here, men. Let's go to work. They aren't on the train. Nowhere. Well, it just don't make sense. Harry Bright said they's good men. There must be a mistake. They must have got left behind at the watering station. Maybe they lost their nerve. A Bannerman Agent?
Well, whatever. We're not gonna change our plans. Good. AII right, men. Get ready, men. This is it. (SCREECHING) This is it. AII right, men. Let's get rich. Hold your fire. Stay down till they get close. Let's go! We can't get there, Heyes. It's too late. Let's get out of here! Fire! Don't shoot! I got some questions to ask first. Go get 'em, men. The rest of you, go fix that track. Afternoon, Mr. Briscoe. We're gonna have a quiet talk. And then I'm gonna shoot you both. Now, before you start shooting, you remember, we could have rode off. That's the only reason you aren't both dead right now. Take them into the baggage car! Mr. Briscoe... Inside! No matter what they say, you just call them liars.
We don't have too long to hold out. We need inside help. We do not! Now, if you would just pull yourselftogether, we've got all the inside help we need. If you're talking about the Celebration, there isn't gonna be any. AII right. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Excuse me, Mr. Briscoe, but, well, I guess you know most ofthe men are pretty let down. We're all of us let down, Strothers, what can I do for you? Well, some ofthe men figured that maybe we might Ioosen up a wee bit and have a drink or two. It'd help. Sol volunteered to come back and let you know how they feel. Strothers, I am just going to pretend I didn't hear what you just said. And I'm gonna tell you why. This entire operation has been just short of total disaster and ifthere's a Bannerman man on this train who thinks he has a right to feel good I wanna know his name! Understand me, Strothers? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir. Now, what am I gonna do with you two? Well, what we have to tell you might sound kind of funny. I personally sold this idea to George Bannerman. It's my hide. And now you got something funny to say. Well, if you can get a laugh out of me it's gonna be the miracle ofthis or any other century! MAN 1: Hey, look at his face.
MAN 2: I told you he'd say no. First off, we're not exactly Grant and Gaines, we're not exactly from Fort Worth and we're not exactly Bannerman men. Huh. You wanna tell me your names? Just for something to put on the tombstones. Uh, Smith. And Jones. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) BRISCOE: Grady. Mr. Briscoe, I'm sorry to intrude, sir, but, well, Ijust may have some very good news for you. Miss Blaine, in this entire world, I can't imagine any good news for me. Well, I didn't get a real close look at the men you killed, but... Well, may I? Go ahead. (GAsPS) Oh. I wanted to be absolutely sure. And I am sure. Why, this is the body of Kid Curry. Kid Curry? Are you sure? Iam. Well, I would swear to it. Miss Blaine, you have produced a miracle! Kid Curry! Well, I can't help but thinking the situation is cause for high spirits! Right you are, pretty little lady. Why don't you go tell the men we got something to celebrate now and something to celebrate with?

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