Scarlet Street Page #8

I know you've done your duty

and I'm obliged to you.

There's a box of cigars on the table,

take them along with you.

Okay, Mr. Hogarth, it's up to you.

Chris, it was a woman, wasn't it?

I thought so.

I'm not going to put you in jail, Chris...

only of course you're through.

Well I didn't do anything!

I want a law...

I want a lawyer.

- Where was he picked up?

- Riverside Drive.

He tried to get away in the

murdered girl's car.

That was my car!

This is yours, too.

It's got your initials on it,

but it's her blood.

Here's 140 dollars that was taken

out of her pocketbook.

That was mine.

It's her diamond ring, worth

You guys know a lot, don't you?

It cost 1200!

These are personal jewelry.

Not much value, but he cleaned her out.

But why wouldn't I?

She didn't have any more use for it, did she?

Listen you guys, I want a lawyer!

I'm a citizen, I got my rights!

This belongs to you too, huh?

It's got your fingerprints on it.

Well naturally, I picked it up.

How did I know she was dead?

I thought she was asleep, at first.

She didn't paint those pictures!

Old Cross isn't as dumb as he looks.

He painted them!

The accused brought me two pictures.

He told me Miss March painted them.

In my expert opinion, there's

no doubt about it...

She was a very great artist.

She told me she was an artist

when she rented the studio,

he was with her.

I didn't like him then

and I don't like him now.

Yeah, he was mean when he was drunk.

He said he was gonna fix her when

he left my place around 2 a.m.

That's when I tell him:

"You look out, Johnny,

you're gonna kill somebody."

So he kills her with my icepick.

And then I heard her say

"Hello, Johnny", before she hung up.

He was there, all right.

But what I don't understand is this

talk about her being an artist.

I never saw her paint.

That was one of her peculiar traits:

She never let anyone see her paint.

I've compared her handwriting

with her signature.

There's no question.

Mr. Cross paint?

He only copied her work. He's a thief!

He stole from me, from his employer,

from Katherine March.

My wife, I mean my former wife,

is correct.

I really can't paint.

My copies were so bad I

had to destroy them.

For cat's sake! He's lying!

- Hello, Mr. Cross!

- Hello.

Tom Crocker, Evening Globe.

Oh yes, Tom Crocker.

Joe Williams, Morning World...

Conway's with the Ledger.

Hello.

- Cigarette?

- No thanks.

Going to Sing Sing?

Yeah. I don't like to cover executions...

but I must say this is one I don't mind.

You sure cooked County's goose, Mr. Cross...

when you testified you couldn't paint.

Nobody cooked County's goose except Johnny...

the way he shot off his mouth.

He was a dead pigeon when he dragged

the girl's name through the mud.

I watched the jury.

If he'd kept his trap shut, he might

have got off with his life.

Sure, the evidence was only circumstantial.

What do you mean?

He got a fair trial, didn't he?

Yeah, but there's always a doubt.

I suppose you fellas are going to say

it was a miscarriage of justice!

That someone is getting away with murder?

Not me, there's no such thing!

Mr. Cross, nobody gets away with murder.

- How's that?

- Oh, don't get him started!

He'll talk your ear off,

that's his pet theory.

All right, go ahead and laugh all you like.

But no one escapes punishment.

I figure we have a little

courtroom right in here:

Judge, jury and executioner.

I don't get it.

Murder never solves anything,

how about it, fellas?

You've covered lots of trials.

I'm sorry, but I have to admit you're right.

The problem just moves in here

where it can never get out.

Right here in solitary. So what?

So you go right on punishing yourself.

You can't get away with it. Never.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

Well you haven't seen as much of

murder as I have, Mr. Cross.

I'd rather have the judge give me the

works than have to do it to myself.

What time do they throw the switch?

I didn't do it, I tell you I didn't do it!

Won't anyone believe me?

Give me a break, somebody!

I never got a square deal in my life.

Won't somebody, somebody give me a break...

Johnny!

Johnny!

Oh, Johnny! Johnny!

Lazy Legs, Lazy Legs...

Johnny darling...Johnny darling...

I'm here, baby...Jeepers I love you, Johnny...

Johnny.

Lazy Legs, Lazy Legs...

Jeepers I love you, Johnny...

Oh Johnny, now we're together...

Yeah...He killed me too, Kitty...

He brought us together, Johnny...

Forever...

Kitty...

Oh you idiot, how can a man be so dumb?

No, Kitty, no!

You wanted to marry me? You?

She's mine, Chris, mine...forever.

Leave me alone!

You killed me, Chris, you're old and ugly

and you killed me...

You killed me, you killed me, you killed me!

No, Kitty, it's him!

You were innocent, you were pure,

that's what he killed in you. He's the murderer!

No, he's not. Not Johnny.

You see, Chris? She loves me...

That's why you had to die.

You're the one I killed.

She's mine, Chris.

You kill Johnny?

I'd like to see you try.

- Kitty...

He'd break every bone in your body.

- Kitty!

He's a man.

- Kitty!!

Johnny...Johnny...

Oh, Johnny!...Johnny!

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

There's something wrong in there.

It's all right old man, it's all right...

Johnny.

Oh Johnny.

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

Get up, come on, get up, get up!

Oh, it's you.

Haven't I told you to keep out of this park?

You know the Mayor's orders.

Get on down to the Bowery,

where you belong.

Come on, come on.

Who's that rick?

He has a crazy idea he killed

a couple of people...

five or six years ago.

Can't get it off his mind.

Always trying to give himself up.

Wants to be tried and executed...

you know these nuts.

Well, there goes her masterpiece.

I really hate to part with it.

For 10,000 dollars I shouldn't

think you'd mind, Mr. Dellarowe!

Johnny.

Oh Johnny.

Lazy Legs.

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

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