The Talk of the Town Page #9

the way you do about him.

Now don't you start that.

Who says I feel any way about anybody?

Why does everybody try to

make up my mind for me?

Why don't you and Leopold

mind your own business?

Why should my love life be kicked

around from pillar to post?

I hear you're in love

with Regina Bush.

- Regina Bush.

- Yes.

From the salon. How do you like it?

Regina Bush.

Where did I see a gun around here?

- Where is it?

- A gun?

I know.

- Here we are.

- It's loaded.

- We'd better go back...

- No, get my hat.

- What are you going to do?

- I'm going to settle this.

- You can't do it.

- Oh, can't I?

My great-great-grandfather fought off

Indians for a whole week in 1756.

If that isn't good enough for the

Supreme Court bench, it's too bad.

What are you going to do?

- Where is he?

- Who?

- Bracken.

- He isn't here.

Come on out or I'll let you have it!

The state will tolerate

only one verdict from this jury.

And that verdict should be quick:

Guilty!

- Clyde Bracken, judge.

- Bracken?

Where are you, Mr. Holmes?

Clyde Bracken, alive.

There's the man the law

is looking for, not Leopold Dilg.

His only crime was that

he had courage and spoke his mind.

This is your law and your finest

possession. It makes you free.

Why have you come

to destroy it?

Take those weapons home

and burn them, and then think.

Think of this country and of the law

that makes it what it is.

Think of a world crying

for this very law.

Then you'll understand why

you ought to guard it...

...and why the law has got to be the

concern of every citizen...

...to uphold it for your neighbour

as well as yourself.

Violence against it is one mistake.

Another mistake is to look upon

the law as just a set of principles.

Just so much language

printed on heavy paper.

Something he recites and then takes it

for granted that justice is being done.

Both kinds of men are equally wrong.

The law must be practiced every

minute, to the letter and spirit.

It can't even exist unless we fight

a battle every day to preserve it...

...for our neighbour

as well as our self.

Could you tell me where I could find

Professor Lightcap, please?

- In the judge's chambers, madam.

- Around there?

- Yes, miss.

- Thank you.

Supreme Court now open.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

You look wonderful, sir.

Now, Tilney, you mustn't be absurd.

Well, it must be

getting near the time.

Miss Shelley. Come in, come in.

I knew you wouldn't fail me.

Well, you...

You look fine, Miss Shelley.

- You must stop staring.

- I'm sorry.

It's just a robe, isn't it?

And where's Leopold?

- I tried to bring him. He disappeared.

- Where? Why?

- Well, you never can tell about Leopold.

- But he must come.

Now, why do you look like that?

I really don't know. It just

all seems so far from Sweetbrook.

No, it isn't. Sweetbrook

will never be far.

That's what I wanted

to say to you.

Sweetbrook, those few weeks there...

I wonder if I can say this as I want to.

Well, what I'm trying to say...

You see... Look at me.

A dream of 20 years come true.

More happiness than any man deserves.

That chair... But now there's

something else, Nora: My friends.

I want to see them as happy as I am.

Nothing less will do.

Leopold, what a fine fellow.

I've been thinking, Nora, that if

someone took his hand and said...

..."Leopold, my reckless friend, here's

love and companionship forever."

Well, some day that man would...

You see what I mean, Nora?

Mr. Justice, it's time, sir.

Mr. Justice.

Far from Sweetbrook? Never.

Leopold.

- Where are you going?

- That's all I wanted to see.

The rest is about law, very boring.

- He looks fine up there, doesn't he?

- Yes.

Our country's in good hands.

The woman's touch. Indispensable.

- You better go back in.

- Where are you going?

- Home. Lochester. What about it?

- Then what?

You're gonna like Washington.

Wonderful town.

He's a wonderful man too.

Position, dignity, a place in life.

Exactly where a fine woman belongs.

Well, Nora...

...see you sometime.

- Leopold.

- Go back in. He may be looking for you.

I'm getting tired of people trying

to make up my mind for me.

Well, stop it and do as I tell you.

- Leopold.

- Stubborn women, they're a curse.

- My mother always warned me.

- Leopold.

Now, stop following me

or I'll call the police...

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