One Girl's Confession

$7,000...

-Wait. Where were you?

-I'm sorry. I'll be right down.

-Mary!

-Yeah, I'll be right down!

The same thing like this, "Mary, Mary, Mary!"

I never have a chance

to even dress around this...

The sprouts are for Mr. Lewis,

and the soup for old Nick.

And get the orders from five and six.

What happened?

Got stuck with your boyfriend?

Stop that, or I'll spill this right in your lap!

The old man was real mad.

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

-Hey, Mary!

I'll be right with you. Cut it out, will you?

Have you decided what you want?

If I tell you, you'll slap me like you did

yesterday. So, what's the use of asking?

-Hey, Mary!

-I'm coming.

Hey, here comes the old dolly now!

-Hey!

-Hey!

Excuse me.

-Hey, waitress!

-Yeah, I'll be right there.

-What'll it be?

-What kind of soup do you have?

Clam chowder. Fresh.

Okay, soup and a double rum.

That's my appetizer.

-And clear off this place.

-Hey, Mary!

-Yeah, I'll be right there!

-You know, always when I see you, dearie,

-I wonder, I just simply wonder.

-What's the gimmick?

What do you work so hard for?

You've got a beautiful face

and a wonderful figure.

Listen, I know a guy

that's just crazy for you...

-Yeah, I know, with a lot of dough.

-Well, how'd you know?

-Don't waste your time.

-Well, but he...

Yeah, I know, he's different.

They're all alike.

They just have different faces

so you can tell them apart.

-Hello, baby!

-Well, old-timer!

That's no excuse! To fall asleep!

So I was tired and fell asleep

and was late for work once!

So what are you beefing about?

Don't get fresh!

If it wasn't for the memory

of your poor father,

I'd show you how tough it is

to get a good job nowadays!

Old buzzard! "lf it wasn't for the memory

of my poor father!"

He thinks I don't know

how he cheated my father.

Don't get upset. You can't change him.

After all, he's took care of you

all these years.

He took care of me? Don't make me laugh!

To get rid of me, he put me in an orphanage

and then in a convent,

and when I was strong enough

to slave for him, he brought me back.

Well, he got upset.

The place full of people, and you not here.

Stop your stupid talk! Close up the place!

Put the lights out!

So much money! Crooks!

-Yeah, who is it?

-Police. Open up!

I'm coming!

Sorry to break in on you like this,

young lady.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

I'll make it easy for you, gentlemen.

I took that money,

and I'm ready to take the rap for it.

So, let's go!

Hey, you're not serious?

I wouldn't joke with the police.

You can see I'm all packed.

You ungrateful, you! Where is the money?

Where is it?

-You shut up!

-Now, now, wait a minute.

-Where is the money?

-That I won't tell you.

-Why don't you ask him where he got it?

-Well, that's none of your business.

Officer, she's got the money.

Search the room!

Don't waste your time.

You don't think I'd be foolish enough

to keep it here, do you?

Officer, do your duty and arrest me.

And take him along, too.

Let's go.

Mary Adams, I have here

your signed confession,

that you robbed your employer,

Gregory Stark, of $25,000.

Mr. District Attorney, I confess the robbery.

But, of course, I can't say how much it was.

I didn't have time to count it.

According to the police report, you refuse

to reveal where the money is hidden.

That is correct. I confess, and I'm...

I'm ready to accept my punishment.

It'll make a great deal of difference

in the attitude of the court

-if you tell us where the money is.

-I'm sorry.

This man, Gregory,

cheated my father out of his whole fortune.

Maybe my father wasn't a saint either,

he was mixed up in some kind of a racket

with Gregory, but after all,

he was my father, and I loved him.

Gregory ruined him,

and I made up my mind that I'd get even.

Now I've got a chance.

I'm sorry, young lady, but you can't

take the law into your own hands.

No matter what your reasons

and motives are, you cannot justify stealing.

Look, Mr...

Mr. District Attorney, I work like a fool,

scrubbing floors, washing dishes, serving,

and all for a little food and a stuffy room.

I'm not complaining,

but every day I must hear,

"lf it wasn't for the memory

of my poor father..."

I'm sick of it! I want to get out of this misery!

Well, you certainly

won't get out of it this way.

How much do you think you'll get for it?

Mary Adams, one to 10 years

in the California Institute for Women!

Say, what are you brooding about?

Don't be a fool.

You only have four months left to go.

-How long are you in for?

-Five years. So what?

Once here.

Over. Here.

Now, you try it once.

What is it? Now, come, sit down.

Sit there and I'll finish it for you.

Come in.

Mary Adams. Come in, sit down.

Mary, we,

Father Benedict, the guards and myself,

have been watching you for quite a while.

-Have I done something wrong?

-No, not at all.

We just wonder what keeps you

so cheerful all the time.

What's wrong with that?

That's quite all right, my child.

We're not criticizing you.

On the contrary, we appreciate your attitude.

Yeah?

What I want to know...

You seem to like it here.

That would be slightly exaggerating,

but I take things as they come.

What else could I do?

You see, I have hopes,

and I'm making plans for the future.

Well, just last night, I did a little figuring,

and instead of counting the days

I have behind me, I figured out

that I have 1,508 days left to go.

That includes a leap year, 1956.

We want to do something for you, Mary.

Do you have any particular wish,

any special work you'd like to do?

Maybe working in the library

or in the kitchen?

You mean, I can choose?

Are you on the level?

I wonder if I could work in the garden,

by any chance?

As the gardener's helper?

I think that can be arranged.

-Pretty hot.

-Sure is.

Look how the young oak trees are growing.

Isn't it a joy?

It's been about seven months now, hasn't it?

They'll be big and strong.

-How long does it take?

-Two or three years.

I'll still be here. I'll see them.

How much longer do you have to serve?

One thousand seventy-two days.

It's going nicely.

Say, somebody was telling me you've got

a lot of money hidden somewhere.

You're pretty smart.

Maybe I'm not so smart. All that money

just lying there, no interest, no dividends.

-How much?

-25 grand.

Say, you're a rich girl. What are

you going to do with all the dough?

I don't know. I change my plans every day.

-Yes?

-It's according to what will be

booming when I get out.

I want... I don't know, I want so many things.

It'll take a lot of thinking

before I get the right idea.

But you can bet it'll be the right idea.

-Well, let's get going.

-Here, hold this a minute.

Let's go!

Look at that. Would you believe it?

That fell out of the wall!

Such a funny thing, nature.

See, when the young trees are growing,

the roots have such strength, such power,

they push away any obstacle. They even

push their way out of the prison wall.

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