Hello there.
Oh, hello.
- Glad to have you back with us.
- Thanks. I hope business will be better.
You can't expect too much
on your second trip.
- Try telling my boss that.
- I guess that's true.
Costume jewellery ought to go
good now. More people working.
A new factory opened up
last week. Men's pyjamas.
Well, that makes Bradenville
a three-horse town now, huh?
Farming, copper and men's pyjamas.
I've got to remember
that for my missus.
You know, she was crazy about
those earrings you gave me.
Oh, I'm glad she liked them.
They're a good item.
So is this.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
. Miss Sherman. She's a
new nurse up at the mines.
Swell shape for a nurse.
I wish I carried
merchandise like that.
Pretty good!
My missus will love that.
, nice double with
cross ventilation.
Fine.
Oh, sir, before I forget,
I've got a couple of rookie salesmen
coming in on the next train.
I'm supposed to teach
them the selling ops.
Think we can get a couple
of connecting rooms?
- I'll hold .
- Good.
Bradenville!
Next stop Bradenville!
I've got to get some air.
Oh, I guess this must be yours.
I thank thee, neighbour.
You're welcome.
Do you suppose the children would like
a little dessert after their lunch?
I thank thee.
I thank thee.
Would share with us?
Well, I thank thee.
What are they dressed
up for, a masquerade?
They're Amish people.
They've been dressing that way
since Bible times, I guess.
- What for?
- It's part of their religion.
They're real good people.
Run the best farms in the
state, never use machinery.
Just the old horse and
plough, and their hands.
Very interesting.
Tickets, please.
- Hello, Mrs Phillips.
- Hello, Miss Sherman, how are you?
Mr Reeves!
Mr Reeves!
The time lock just clicked.
Time...
Oh, oh, the...
Thank you. Yes.
Gee, I'm sorry mister.
Hey!
- I was only trying to...
- Beat it!
Do you have anything
on birds' habits, Elsie?
I have to give a talk for
the Ladies' Aid next week.
In the file index
under 'Ornithology'.
Thanks.
I'll... I'll be back in
a few minutes, Dorothy.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Break it up, boys!
Let me through here, come on boys.
Run along now. Break it up!
Let me through.
Come on, boys.
Break it up now.
That's all now, boys.
Let's call it a tie.
Are you all right? Are you all right?
- One of these yours, Mr Martin?
- Thanks a lot, Bart.
That's OK.
Run along, Georgie.
- Run along home, boys.
- What is this?
What is this, Stevie? You and Georgie,
your best friend, fighting. Why?
- I hit him first.
- You want to tell me why?
No, sir.
OK Stevie, you're the boss.
You'd better go home and clean
up before your mum sees you.
OK, Dad.
The trains are running late again, Gus.
Why don't you put on a few more trucks?
The shop's got eight
of the trucks tied up.
As soon as they release them,
I'll put them back on the job.
'Car . Come in, car .'
, over.
'Is Mr Martin there? Over.'
What is it, Howie? Over.
'Mr Fairchild Sr is asking for you.
He's ready to leave. Over.'
I'll be right there. Over.
I'll stop by the shop and see
if I can't step up a bit.
Take a bite out of them for
me while you're at it.
Sorry I held you up.
Oh, it didn't matter.
I switched to a later plane.
I'll be at the Prince Edward
Hotel in case you need me.
Things will be quiet
round here for a while.
That isn't why I waited
for you, Shelley.
I wanted to ask you to
keep an eye on Boyd.
Don't worry about him, he's fine.
No. No, he isn't.
You know that as well as I do.
Well, I'll be back next Friday.
Have a good trip.
- What's new, Carol?
- Nothing much.
The new union delegate
was in to see you.
- Trouble?
- No, no trouble.
He just wanted to introduce himself.
He'll call again Monday morning.
Mrs Martin phoned for you to
bring home some more Pablum.
She must be bathing in it.
And International Metals called and said
their order was three days overdue.
Why did they call me?
Well, Mr Fairchild had the
call transferred here.
- Senior?
- Junior.
- I said you'd call him back.
- OK.
If you need me for anything,
I'll be in Boyd's office.
Think I'll call that one:
"Mine superintendent
on his way to ask me
"why I didn't take call
from International Metal."
All right, tell me why.
This isn't my day
to talk to people.
Then talk to me.
What difference would
one order make?
That's not the point.
You know,
you're a lucky guy, Shell.
But I bet you never
figured out why.
Why don't you tell me why?
There must be a lot of reasons.
No, just one basic reason.
Your old man was a failure.
A financial flop. That's
why you're a success.
And vice versa.
Simple arithmetic.
Failure breeds success,
success breeds failure.
Look, Boyd...
Why don't you stop feeling
sorry for yourself?
'Mrs Fairchild isn't home.'
Did they say when she'd be back?
- 'No, sir.'
- Well, try to locate her.
'Where, Mr Fairchild?'
Try the beauty parlour
or the Country Club.
'Yes, sir.'
That's another reason, Shell.
I mean, why you're lucky.
You always know where you
can reach your wife.
Big joke.
I never could figure out why
you bother playing golf.
You don't like the game.
I look good in sweaters.
Being out on the green, with
a caddie holding the pin
and that little red flag
blowing in the breeze.
It makes a pretty elegant scene.
Starring Emily Warren Fairchild.
True.
- You'd better get your legs down.
- Why? What for?
Well, people come walking
by here, you know.
For a man who's supposed to be the
leader of the wolf pack around here,
you sometimes sound like a
prissy, backwoods preacher.
Your husband's office is
calling, Mrs Fairchild.
- Tell them she's out on the course.
- Yes, sir.
- Waiter.
- Yes, ma'am?
Have the operator tell my husband
to meet me here for dinner.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.
I thought you were
having dinner with me.
- Don't ever try that again, Gil.
- What?
- Pinning labels on me in public.
- I didn't mean it that way.
Where are you going?
You said I was out on
the course, didn't you?
- Mrs Fairchild.
- Hello.
- Going all eighteen today?
- No, five or six is all.
- Want company?
- Suit yourself.
Still mad?
You know what's the
matter with you, Gil?
You're rich, eligible
and you like yourself.
And because those little hunky waitresses
from the other side of the town
think you're hot
stuff, you believe it.
Well, you're not.
You're everything and nothing.
Thanks.
Oh, why don't you give up?
Get a wife of your own and stop trying
to make love to everybody else's.
Now, here's the
entrance to the bank.
This is the inside.
The cages, the desk for the
manager and the woman clerk.
The nameplates. The guy's Reeves and
the other one's a Miss Shirley.
- Names don't matter.
- I was just telling you.
I counted six people working.
I wish those broads weren't there.
Sometimes they start screaming.
You ever see a bank
without a woman?
- No, no.
- OK then.
It happens to be one of the
hazards in a caper like this.
I picked this spot just because
the hazards were least.
No bank guard, only two troopers to get
out of town before we pull the place.
What did the safe look
like to you, Chappie?
Well, Harp...
It's a regular -hour,
four-movement time lock.
But it's set to open
every minutes.
Swell. We might get
hung up in minutes.
Yeah, we might if things
break that way.
That's why we are going in
five minutes before closing.
We'll draw these blinds
and just sweat it out.
Nobody on the outside
will be suspicious.
As far as they're concerned,
the bank's closed.
Their watch is slow or something.
- I didn't notice any back entrance.
- No, we go out the way we came in.
- This is getting rougher all the time.
- Tie it up. Tie it up.
The important thing to remember is
we've got to get inside that bank
five minutes before closing.
If we run late, we end up with
nothing but sticky fingers.
Because at noon sharp,
they'll screw up that safe door and it
won't open again until Monday morning.
- Is that clear?
- Yeah.
I'd better get going now and pick
a spot for Slick to meet us.
Later, we'll go over the
setup a few more times.
What about a car to get us
out to Slick after the job?
That's no problem.
I've got it figured.
Oh.
When I get back.
Give me a ride, Pop.
How ya, Bobby boy?
How are things at the office?
- Where's your Mummy?
- Out in the back.
- Hello, honey.
- Hi, sweetie.
How's the little whiffit, huh?
What's the matter with you?
- Ice-cold.
- Fair trade.
Better take the baby in, Millie.
It's getting a little breezy.
- Oops!
- Come on, sweetie.
- Where's Stevie?
- Sent him to his room.
Been fighting, with
Georgie of all people.
Yeah, I know, I got in
on the tail-end of it.
Did he tell you what
it was all about?
Not him.
Like father, like son.
The two original clams.
That's why you love us so.
Stevie!
I'd let him stew a while longer.
No, sweetie. I think he's had it.
Right now he's at the stage
where a fellow needs a friend.
Oh, I made reservations at the club.
Seven o'clock for us.
I'll be ready in time.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Mmm-hmm...
How ya, Steve?
Hi, Dad.
You know, I hear the trout are biting
like crazy up at Reinertown Creek.
What do you say you and
Georgie bury the hatchet
and Sunday morning the three of us will
sail up there and catch our limit.
- How about it?
- No, thank you.
Look!
Your problem couldn't
be that big, could it?
You're not going to
spank him, Shell.
Of course not.
But I don't understand it.
He and Georgie have been like twins ever
since they were knee-high to a duck.
Look, look at this, Daddy!
How did that happen?
Stevie took it off the wall
in the den and busted it.
I think your son and I are
going to have a little talk.
- Let it go, honey.
- No, Shell!
He can't go around destroying
other people's property.
- His father's or anybody else's.
- Not now, honey.
Why would he do a thing
like this, Shell?
It isn't like him.
It adds up.
Georgie's Daddy won a
medal at Iwo Jima...
and I won a picture frame.
Simple.
Hi there.
Hello.
Yes, neighbour?
I wonder if you can help me out.
My car broke down on
one of your back roads.
Must be a mile or so from here.
Could I use your phone
to get some help?
We are Amish people, neighbour.
There is no telephone.
Oh. Well, how far is
the nearest bus line?
Oh. I will hitch up the team and
drive thee to the highway. Martha!
I don't want to take you
away from your work.
Oh, please do not concern
thyself, neighbour.
Come here once, Martha.
How do you do?
This gentleman has walked a
long way and is thirsty.
Wilt thou fetch some buttermilk
while I hitch the team?
- Please wait here, neighbour.
- All right.
- It will be but a moment.
- Oh, there's no hurry.
Oh thank you, you're very kind.
This is a pretty big place
for one family to operate.
The Lord in His goodness
hath provided so.
Yeah, He...
He has at that.
How do you feel?
Sleepy.
I just want to thank you for
sticking up for me this afternoon.
- Did Georgie tell? Did he go and tell?
- No.
I kind of figured it all out
when I saw the picture frame.
Sorry I busted it.
That's not important.
But why you did it is.
I don't know, Dad.
I don't know.
Look, Stevie.
All I want to show you is that...
you have no reason to be
ashamed or embarrassed
about anything I did
during the w*r.
You see, Stevie, all of
us can't win medals.
There are many, many different
ways to fight a w*r.
Now, the w*r Department
gave me no choice.
They told me to stick to my job.
And to see that all my
men kept digging copper.
Don't you see, Stevie?
All a guy like myself
could say to his son...
is to tell him the truth.
And hope real, real hard that...
Well, that he'll understand.
Look at me, Stevie.
Every Dad wants to be
a hero to his son.
Some of us just don't
make it, that's all.
Good night, Stevie.
Good night, Dad.
You've got to keep the
shutter wide open.
Perspective and dimension.
The most important things
for good pictures.
- Yes, sir.
- Fine hobby, pictures.
A man's got to have a hobby, Gus.
The name is Roy, Mr Fairchild.
Sure.
You know any place else
I can look for my wife?
No, sir.
She didn't meet me
at the Country Club.
Said she would, but she didn't.
Did I tell you that, Gus?
It's Roy.
Yeah, you told me.
Hi!
How do you do?
Hey, Gus.
Roy.
You know a man's got
to have something.
A family, a wife. Something.
I got a hobby.
Perspective and dimension, Gus.
Best results.
- Bartender, a scotch and soda.
- Yes, sir.
Hello, Mr Fairchild.
Hello, Roy!
Here.
It's Harry. Harry
Reeves, Mr Fairchild.
You seen my wife anywhere?
Thank you.
No, sir, I haven't.
First she says, "Meet me."
Then she leaves word at the
Club, "Don't meet me."
- What did she tell you, Roy?
- Harry. Harry Reeves. The bank.
- Fine institution.
- Thank you.
We use it, you know.
Yes, I know. You're
our largest account.
You work for us, Roy?
Harry. I'm the manager of the bank.
- You're the guy that counts the money.
- That's right, Mr Fairchild.
Harry. Call me Harry.
That's your hobby, counting money?
I guess you could say that, yes.
How about a wife, Roy?
You know how to count wives?
First you break them
in little pieces.
Teensy-weensy pieces.
Then you count them all.
Every lousy, rotten piece.
Don't mess up the place,
will you, Mr Fairchild?
Oh, sorry, I... I was
just making a point.
You know what you are, Roy?
You're a drooler.
That's the stuff
gets you in trouble.
First you drool,
then you marry 'em.
I am married, Mr Fairchild.
Hi, Linda.
Hi.
Nice girl.
You two going together, Roy?
Don't say things like that Mr
Fairchild, I'm a married man.
Why I...
I don't even know her.
- Well, I'll fix that right up, come on!
- No, please don't! Don't get me involved.
Please don't.
Well, I... respect
your wishes, Roy.
Why don't you dance
with her, Mr Fairchild?
You want to dance with Linda,
is that what you want?
No, no, I...
I can't dance.
I just thought you might
like to keep her company.
I enjoy watching people dance.
Sure! I'm a fine dancer.
Looks like you're doing
pretty good, Boyd.
Harry. Call me Harry.
- Do you want to dance?
- Think you can negotiate?
You kidding? I was All-American
Negotiator at Princeton.
Get a load of the hungry banker.
I don't blame him.
She moves like a Swiss watch.
Watch it, son. You know how
easy you get train-sick.
You really are good.
All-American.
Do you always drink this much?
Habit, that's all.
Just habit.
You're a pretty unhappy
guy, aren't you?
They're the worst kind.
Where's your wife?
Emily?
She's got a hobby.
Two or three hobbies a year.
How about you being my hobby?
I don't like propositions.
Oh, I apologise.
Sincerely and truly.
OK, it's forgotten.
I can't understand you.
With your kind of money you could
have your pick of girls in this town,
You're my pick.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Oh, now don't say it like that.
You make me sound like a
travelling salesman on the prowl.
Then I'm sorry.
A scotch and soda.
You know something?
- What?
- You're pretty nice.
Now I'm afraid to say thank you.
Where were you ten years ago?
High school graduation, Milwaukee.
Wish I'd been there.
Why?
Because that's when I got married.
You ever cry over
spilt milk, Linda?
Doesn't everybody?
I guess so.
Even over skimmed milk.
Linda.
Yes.
How about you and me...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot.
You don't like propositions.
For instance?
Well, like the two of
us going away together.
You're drunker than I thought.
Oh, no. I've given it
sober consideration.
Why me?
You'd be good for me.
What would you do if I said yes?
We could leave right away.
Go any place you want to go.
Let's dance it over for a while.
Come on.
- Yeah?
- It's us.
- How did you make out, Harp?
- Sit down.
The spot I've picked is a pushover.
Religious screwball, his
wife and three kids.
Nobody close to the
farm for miles around.
How come you picked a
place with people?
Can't Slick wait for
us on some road?
Sure, out in the open so
people could spot the truck
and identify it to the cops.
No, this is the safest
bet you ever had.
No telephone, no car, no
mechanical gadget of any kind.
- It's against their religion.
- Kids make me nervous.
- Stop bellyaching.
- Did you tell Slick?
About an hour ago.
He'll be carrying a truck-load of hay
so as not to attract attention.
Now, here's our schedule.
Between : and : ,
we grab a car in town.
- Something we know runs good.
- Yeah.
At on the nose, we meet
Slick, take over the farm.
By a quarter to , we are back
in town, close to the bank.
Then, Chappie, you
phone the state cops.
Report a big auto accident the
other side of the turnpike.
Good.
Right after the cops leave,
we walk into the bank.
All right.
, squid.
Tax-free.
Let's save the cheers and
go over this some more.
- You're home earlier than I expected.
- May I ask who you are?
- Linda Sherman.
- And what you're doing here?
Don't talk down to me,
Mrs Fairchild. I don't like it.
I merely asked what
you're doing here.
You wouldn't have to ask if you
stayed a little closer to him.
Get out.
Might as well.
The only reason I stayed was in
case Boyd woke up and needed me.
I'm quite capable of taking
care of him myself.
Well, well.
That's a new wrinkle.
Especially after ten years
of kicking out his insides.
- Get out of here, now. Right now.
- Don't push, Mrs Fairchild.
I didn't have to bring
him home, you know.
We had other plans.
But all we did was talk about them.
Maybe next time we'll
get more definite.
Would you like me to
have you thrown out?
Why don't you get mad
enough to try it?
All I want is an excuse to pull that
hair right out of your stupid head.
Guess you don't have the guts.
Better latch on to him, honey.
Drunk or sober.
He's the kind of guy I've dreamed
about owning all my life.
Harp?
You awake?
Yeah.
I don't know. I must have the
heebie-jeebies or something. I can't sleep.
Well, that's natural enough
the night before a big job.
Well, not that cucumber. He's sleeping
in there like a new-born baby.
Takes a good man to do that.
Yeah, I guess so.
The trouble with him,
though, is he's real mean.
You know, out and out mean.
What's the difference?
He's on our side.
Talking about being mean...
there's nothing in this world
as mean as a mean woman.
You know I got to thinking about
all the things that happened to me
on account of women,
in there when I couldn't sleep.
Boy, they can sure ruin you.
Let's get some shut-eye, huh?
Remember the broad I married, Harp?
Back in Detroit?
Yeah.
There was a real dilly for you.
When I first married her, I thought
she was a real sweepstake prize.
Well, a little on the skinny side, but
that's always the way it's been with me.
No meat on them,
just skin and bones.
I wonder why I go
for skinny broads.
Parmalee.
That was her name.
Remember her?
Yeah, I remember.
Left me for an undertaker.
No kidding. A lousy,
two-bit undertaker.
Well, to tell you the truth,
I was half glad to see her go.
She had too many bad habits.
Got on my nerves.
She used to go round the apartment
all day in one of them...
you know... Chinese housecoats.
Practically lived in it!
And screwy habits like that.
Yeah.
And all winter long,
she'd have a cold.
Boy, she was the world's champion,
when it came to a cold.
And every two weeks I'd
catch it from her.
I'll bet I caught better than
colds from that broad.
That's what started me on this.
- OK.
- Boy, she...
Let's call it quits and
get some sleep, yeah?
It's going to be a rugged day.
OK.
Hey, Harp!
Somebody's down there
casing the building.
Just a guy walking his dog.
- But... He's OK.
- Good night!
I was just keeping my eyes open.
OK, so it's a guy walking a dog.
I'm just keeping my eyes open.
You want me to be on the ball, don't you?
You don't have to
jump down my throat.
Gee whizz! Good night!
Elsie?
You stole this, didn't you?
You don't have to answer,
I know you stole it.
Just because you're
the manager of a bank
and you can attach
people's salaries
doesn't give you the privilege
of making accusations.
Would you rather I went
to the police about it?
I just dare you to
go to the police.
- Huh?
- I just dare you!
When your wife's at home asleep,
you sneak out and watch that girl undress.
- No.
- You're disgusting.
There you are, Mr Peeping Tom!
I just dare you to
go to the police.
Boyd.
Boyd, wake up.
Boyd, listen to me!
I want to talk to you.
I have some coffee for you.
- Please, Boyd, wake up.
- OK, OK. I'm up.
I really hung on a beaut, didn't I?
Where's Linda?
It's four in the morning.
She left.
Darn nice of her to get me home.
She didn't mind.
She has a yen for you.
Sympathy, not a yen.
She's interested in you.
She said so.
I'll keep it in mind.
- Guess I'll take this up to my room.
- Boyd, can't you drink it here?
I want to talk to you.
What is it this time?
I drink too much for my own good?
No, Boyd. No.
The divorce routine?
You want to be a free woman?
Not that you aren't free.
And I mean that in the
freest sense of the word.
Boyd, let's not quarrel tonight.
Let's not go off on that tangent.
Let's try to talk the way we used
to, when we were first married.
Way back in my sober days, when I really
thought you were in love with me.
I was.
And I still am.
On alternate weekends.
The way you're talking now,
you must have gotten yourself
into a nice fat jam tonight.
Boyd,
have you stopped loving me?
No, I'm afraid not.
A jerk like me goes right on loving
you, stone sober or crying drunk.
Well, if it's any consolation to your
pride, I've tried to behave here at home.
It was a good fight,
ma'am, but I lost.
I said I tried, I didn't
say any more than that.
- Well, thanks for the consideration.
- Oh, what's the use?
While you were asleep, I thought of so
many things I wanted to say to you.
I wanted to beg for
your forgiveness.
I wanted a chance for
us to go away together.
To start over again.
To leave here!
Leave this town, the mine.
It wouldn't have been any good.
It wouldn't have worked.
We can't change.
Not us.
You're an alcoholic and...
I'm a tramp.
Where could we go?
Where, Em?
I was just talking.
No matter where we went...
we couldn't always
stay in the dark.
We'd have to face the
daylight sometime.
And I'd see you looking
at me and wondering.
We have to try, Em. We have to.
There's nothing without you.
It's always been that way.
A terrible feeling inside me.
When you're gone,
I let myself think
where and with whom.
I can't breathe.
After that girl left tonight,
I went upstairs and
I sat in the dark.
You tell yourself the
truth in the dark.
I was remembering all the things I'm
ashamed to remember in the light of day.
Why have I done these things, Boyd?
What's the matter with me?
Am I sick?
- Do I belong in an institution?
- Oh no, no.
Well, I've read about
people like me.
They're sick people. They shouldn't
associate with decent people.
Don't say things like that, Em.
Let's just talk about going away.
You and me.
- Could we, Boyd? Could we?
- Sure we can.
Why not?
There's nothing to hold us here.
Nothing.
I love you, Em.
I love you, Boyd.
I've been cheap and rotten...
but I've never stopped loving you.
Never.
Never, ever.
We'll put the shotgun
together after we meet Slick.
Well, I wish this pushover
didn't look so easy.
We have minutes.
Make sure you don't leave
any fingerprints around.
Well!
Nothing like looking neat
and clean for a stickup!
What are you expecting? A w*r
to break out or something?
How many times have you
been in stir, bright boy?
- Too much.
- Well, I've been inside three hitches.
One of them was on account
of not having enough a*mo
to back out of a revolving door.
Never again.
- When do you want me to pick you up?
- About or : .
- Be a good boy, Bobby.
- OK, Daddy.
- Hi, Mr Martin.
- Hiya, Bart.
Bought some new equipment.
Going out for some big ones tomorrow.
- Did the kids patch up things?
- Not yet.
They will.
Well, I hope me and Stan get in some
fishing before the season ends.
Hope so too. Good luck, Bart.
Say, would you mind
giving me a lift?
Sorry, I'm only going
down the street.
Just do like I say,
you won't get hurt.
All I want is the car.
Turn left, then straight ahead.
Stop for those two
guys on the corner.
Why don't you take the
car and let me out?
Don't teach me my business, mister.
OK.
Let's go.
Straight ahead, and then
right on Main Street.
Do you mind telling me
what this is all about?
Just happens we need a car.
You drew the lucky number.
Why pick me? There are
plenty of other parked cars.
- We don't want it reported stolen...
- Button up!
Hold it at , no more than that.
Get out and get in the back.
Get in.
Blindfold him.
Why, sure.
Hey!
Right on time.
How does it look back in town?
Pretty good. The farm is about half
a mile away, we'll lead the way.
We'll park the farmer and his wife and
this yokel in the barn, up in the loft.
That way, you'll only have one
exit to watch until we get back.
Let's get started.
Everybody in the barn.
Come on, inside!
Why, what's wrong, Mr Reeves?
Don't you feel well?
Well... Oh, no, no. It's just a
little headache. It's nothing.
- I'll get some aspirin.
- I have some in my desk.
No, no! Thank you Miss Shirley,
I'll get some in the drugstore.
I need the fresh air.
Thanks.
Hi!
Hello there.
Morning.
Can you give me a couple of cartons
of those cigarettes please.
Yes, sir.
Hello.
Well! You look pretty chipper
for the morning after.
It's the first time in years I
thought the sunshine looked good.
Incidentally, I'm glad I can thank you for
bringing home the remains last night.
Want me to wrap
them, Mr Fairchild?
Don't bother, they're
going into a suitcase.
- Taking a trip?
- Yes, ma'am.
Emily and I thought
we'd get out of town.
- Nothing for me, thanks.
- Where are you planning on going?
Highway police.
I wish to report an accident, sir.
Yes, very serious I'm afraid.
About miles north
of Bradenville.
Main highway.
Yes, sir.
We'll stay in New York a day
or two and then fly to London.
- Mr Reeves.
- Oh, good morning.
My wife's waiting at the bank, to
pick up some traveller's cheques.
Oh, right away. Yes, sir.
Excuse me.
Maybe you'd better give
me another carton.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Well, still two minutes to wait.
Tell Dill, then stroll around.
I'll stay close to the entrance.
All right.
Emily.
Hello, Gil.
- How about golf tomorrow?
- I'm sorry, I'm going out of town.
- Out of town?
- Yes, on a long trip.
With my husband.
Oh, I see.
Well, I'm happy for you, Emily.
Happy for you both.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Oh, excuse me.
Forgive me, Mrs Fairchild.
I'm terribly sorry to have
kept you waiting like this.
That's all right. I just want
some traveller's cheques.
- Certainly. About how much?
- $ , .
Well, it looks like you and your
husband will see the world on this.
No, just going to find out how to get
born all over again, that's all.
- I beg your pardon?
- It wasn't important.
- How do I make this out?
- Cash will be sufficient.
Excuse me, please.
I've been receiving many annoying
letters about an overdue payment.
This will close my account
and save me the trouble of doing
any more business with this bank.
Uh, Miss Braden, I don't handle this.
Miss Dowd, the second...
I'd prefer your personal attention.
This impudent letter came from you.
I... I sign all of the bank's
correspondence, Miss Braden.
You're a man of many hidden
talents, aren't you, Mr Reeves?
- Excuse me, but it's almost closing time.
- Certainly, yes.
Miss Dowd. The second
window down, Miss Braden.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Will hundred dollar
denominations be satisfactory?
- Oh, I think so.
- Fine.
I beg your pardon.
Did you happen to notice where
the man who drove this car went?
No, I didn't. I'm sorry.
- Let's find Daddy.
- After I cash a cheque.
- Morning, Mrs Martin.
- Morning.
- Hi, Bobby.
- Hi.
I want a receipt marked,
'Paid in full.'
Everybody, stay where you are.
- This is a holdup.
- Sit down.
Just do what we say,
and no one will get hurt.
All right, come out of those cages
and keep your hands
where we can see them.
Keep moving!
We have two minutes
before the safe opens.
- Come on, lady!
- It's my money! Give it to me!
Stop it!
Shut your mouth.
Leave her alone.
Sit down, mister.
I'll k*ll you quick.
- Bang! Bang! You're dead.
- Bobby!
Let him go.
Come here, kid.
Come here!
Shove those in your kisser and
go back there and suck on them.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Bobby, don't do that!
Safe's open.
Better settle for what we've got.
Just a few seconds.
We've got enough.
Come on.
We got it all.
Clear the doorway.
All right, get out of here!
Drive!
What happened?
You don't know me. My name
is Martin. I live in Bradenville.
They forced me to bring
them here in my car.
I managed to scrape
the adhesive loose.
Is there anything up here that
I could cut my hands free?
Downstairs?
They took the ladder away.
One of them's out there
with a shotgun.
Pull your feet up.
Hey, you out there!
Help!
Who was that?
Which one of you guys hollered?
I'm going down.
As soon as I've cut myself
loose, I'll come back for you.
Oh, I thank thee, neighbour.
- Is that man dead?
- Yes.
- May the good Lord forgive thee.
- It was him or us.
Vengeance is only the
right of the Lord.
We'll discuss that
later, neighbour.
Meanwhile, that guy's friends
might be coming back here.
We'd better take their truck
and leave while we can.
- We will not leave our home, neighbour.
- Let's not make sermons, friend.
Let's concentrate on getting
your family out of here.
Keep your family clear
from that door.
- How did he get out of the barn?
- There's something screwy here.
- Where's Slick?
- Maybe he's in the truck.
- I'm going to take a look.
- All right.
See if there are any more
shells in his pockets.
Forgive me, neighbour,
but I cannot resort to v*olence.
Do you want them to come in
here and k*ll your family?
The good Lord will watch over us.
He's not in the truck.
The ignition key is gone too.
It doesn't look good.
Wait a minute.
Hey, you in there!
Can you hear me?
Yeah, I can hear you!
What happened to the
man we left here?
Why don't you come in and
find out for yourself?
- Sounds like he's got the shotgun.
- And the ignition key.
We'd better leave in his car.
Are you out of your mind?
It's probably broadcast by now.
- It has to be the truck or nothing.
- How do we get the key?
First, we find out if
he has the shotgun.
OK, I'll find out.
Now we know.
Hey, inside!
Can you hear me?
Yeah, and I can see you too.
OK, but we're not looking
for extra trouble.
Just throw out the key to
the truck, we'll clear out.
Don't be a hero, mister.
Is there any other way in here?
- No.
- Good.
Start switching the
bags to the truck.
Get the rest on the front seat.
Two minutes, mister!
That's all you've got to think it
over before we set fire to the barn.
Neighbour.
Thou must not heed the
threat of evil men.
Did you hear what they said?
They're going to burn this barn
down, force us out into the open.
Only if it be God's will.
Do you mean you're
going to stand pat?
If 'to stand pat' means
to resist evil...
then yes, neighbour.
We wish to stand pat.
Time's up in there!
What do you say?
OK, Chappie. Bring it up.
Get back! Way back!
Get down and stay down!
- I got to get the car. Cover me.
- Right.
Shove!
Martha! Burlap bags!
Beat out the fire!
David!
Give him to me.
Looks like his shoulder.
May merciful God forgive me.
We'd better help
your family, friend.
You're going to be all
right, Mr Reeves.
Do you want to sleep some more?
No.
This will make you
more comfortable.
Just you stay put.
No moving around.
Am I...
Am I going to live?
Of course.
You'll be going home
tomorrow or Monday.
Now I'll call your wife.
She's in the waiting room.
No, please don't.
- There's something I want to tell you.
- It will keep.
No, Miss Sherman. It won't.
I've got to tell you now
while I have the courage.
If I wait, I'll be too ashamed.
It's about... It's about
the way I've been acting.
About you, I mean.
Watching me in the drugstore?
Going down the street?
In the bank?
And dancing?
Forget it.
You mean you... You knew?
I wouldn't be female if I didn't.
Now that you've confessed,
you can rest easy.
But that isn't all of it.
I mean...
I've got to tell you
about the nights.
I...
I used to take the dog
walking over and over again.
Wait until you came home.
Then I'd just... just stand
there and watch you.
Until the lights went out.
I didn't know that.
I tried not to.
I really tried.
Well it's over, Mr Reeves.
And we've both learnt
a good lesson.
Hereafter, I'll pull
down my shades.
She looked awful, didn't she?
Like she'd never been alive.
Never.
Go on and talk about it, Boyd.
Talk it all out.
Well, it's just that
it's so strange.
Only a little while ago, we were
sitting in the living room,
talking about our trip.
Emily was drinking
coffee, I remember.
Sitting on a divan,
alive and... and healthy.
Does it bother you
if I go on this way?
No.
It's just that I'm looking for
some sort of explanation.
It's so stupid and pointless to be alive
in the morning and dead in the afternoon.
Everything you ever
thought or planned is...
just left hanging in mid-air.
All those loose ends of
your life left hanging.
Whacked off and hanging.
You know...
Emily was always
afraid to have a baby.
That was one of the
things we were planning.
To go away and then
to have a family.
We were talking about
it this morning.
She said she wasn't afraid anymore.
She didn't know she only had
four more hours to live.
I figured it up.
All she had was four
more hours on Earth.
I'll drive you home.
Go away, Linda, for a
little while, please.
I don't want you to see me cry.
- Hello, Stevie.
- Hi, Dad, I've been waiting to see you.
- Ow.
- Gosh, they hurt you didn't they, Dad?
Not very much.
We'll probably have to call off our
fishing trip for a couple of days.
Sure, that's nothing.
I already told Georgie.
Boy, you got all of
them, didn't you, Dad?
Look, Stevie.
Things like that...
are better if they didn't
happen to you at all.
Why, you're the only
one in the whole town,
maybe the whole world,
that could have done it.
Even Georgie's father
would have been scared!
What makes you think I wasn't scared?
I was plenty scared.
Nah!
Stevie, being scared is
only normal and human.
No one was ever a one
hundred per cent hero.
- Except you.
- Yeah.
Dad, will you let Georgie see you?
Will you?
Sure, where is he?
OK, fellas.
Come on in.
How are things at the office?
Fine.
Boy!
Violent Saturday (1955)
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