Violent Saturday Page #2

Synopsis: A number of otherwise insignificant small-town stories erupt into drama when a gang of hoodlums decides to rob the local bank. A father looking for pride in his son's eyes, a timid clerk who is a peeping tom by night, a man striving to rewin his wife's love, an Amish farmer faced with viciousness, and a proper older woman turned thief, all find themselves entangled with the bank robbers as a peaceful weekend turns violent.
Director(s): Richard Fleischer
Production: 20th Century Fox
 
IMDB:
6.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
80%
NOT RATED
Year:
1955
90 min
94 Views


This is the Lord's will.

That yes.

How's it going?

I sleep.

Thank you for defending me this afternoon.

Georgie spoke?

I realized seeing the broken frame.

Sorry to have broken.

This is nothing.

Tell me why you did it.

I do not know, Dad.

Listen...

We need you to understand...

You do not have to be ashamed

what I did during the war.

Everyone can not receive medals.

It takes all kinds to win a war.

Was not asked my opinion.

Order to remain at my post...

...and to extract the maximum copper.

You see...

All that a man like me can do for his son,

is tell him the truth...

...strong and hope he understands.

Look at me, Stevie.

Every father wants to be a hero to his son.

Some can not do it, that's all.

Good night, Steve.

- Good night, Dad.

You have to open the shutter.

Perspective and dimension,

entire photo holds there.

The photo is a nice hobby.

You need a hobby, Gus.

My name is Roy, Mr. Fairchild.

Do you have any idea where I can find

my wife?

She gave me an appointment at the club...

...but it was not there.

I've already said, Gus?

My name is Roy. Yes, you said.

We all need something

family, wife or other...

Me, I have my mania, Gus:

Perspective and dimension...

there is nothing better.

A whiskey and soda, bartender.

Hello, Roy.

My name is Harry. Harry Reeves.

Have you seen my wife?

No, I have not seen.

First, she told me to come,

then she makes me say not come.

She told you, Roy?

Harry Reeves. The bank.

This is a beautiful institution.

I've used.

You are our best customer.

You work for us, Roy?

Harry.

I am the director of the bank.

It is you who count the money?

That is correct, Mr. Fairchild.

You can call me Harry.

This is your hobby, count?

In a sense, yes.

And a woman, Roy?

You know how counting women?

Must break them into small pieces.

In any small pieces.

Then we count all...

...all these dirty little pieces.

Do not break the hardware,

Mr. Fairchild.

Sorry, I explained something.

You know what you are, Roy?

You are a reluqueur.

It will attract trouble.

We begin by ogling,

and eventually married.

I got married, Mr. Fairchild.

Hi, Linda.

She's cute.

Do you attend?

Do not say that. I am married.

I do not even know.

Let's fix that.

Do not compromise me.

If that's what you want...

You should ask her to dance.

You wanna dance with Linda?

I can not dance.

But you could keep him company.

I like to see people dance.

Of course, I dance very well.

You have fun, Boyd?

Call me Harry.

Do you wanna dance?

You could do it?

Are you kidding?

You have not known me student.

Looks banker tongue.

Talk.

The balance well.

Warning seasickness.

You're a good dancer.

100% American.

You always drink so much?

Question usual.

You are very unhappy?

The bottom of the abyss.

Where is your wife?

Emily?

She has a hobby.

She has two or three per year.

Do you want to be my hobby?

I do not like advances.

I present to you my most sincere apologies.

Well, it's forgotten.

I do not understand you.

With your fortune,

you would be spoiled for choice.

My choice is you.

Thank you.

What tone.

I'm effect of a Salesman spree.

So sorry.

A whiskey and soda.

You know?

You are really nice.

I dare not say thank you.

Where were you ten years ago?

I passed my exams. A Milwaukee.

I should be there.

- Why?

I got married.

You happen he regret your mistakes?

As everyone.

Sure...

Even mistakes we wanted to erase.

If you and I...

Excuse me. I forgot.

Do not like advances.

What kind?

If we leave together?

You're really drunk.

No,

I thought about it at leisure.

Why me?

You are to me beneficial.

And if I said yes?

We would leave immediately,

wherever you want.

Come. Dance brings counsel.

Not easy to get up.

- Sit.

I found the perfect spot.

A crazy, his wife and kids

and not a neighbor.

And if Slick waiting on a road without?

For the police can identify the truck?

It's safer that way.

Ni telephone or car.

Their religion forbids it.

Kids, it paralyzes me.

- Stop.

You spoke to Slick?

- There is an hour.

Slick will have a hay truck,

to go unnoticed.

Here is how.

Between 10:
30 ET 10:40,

you steal a car in the city.

Good.

At 11 hoo, we joined Slick

and farm it occupies.

At 11 h45,

it is in the vicinity of the bank.

You will call the cops to tell

there was an accident on the road.

The police car part,

one enters the bank.

90000 dollars.

Net taxes.

At work. We pavoisera after.

I did not expect you so soon.

Your name?

- Linda Sherman.

What are you doing here?

Do not take me up.

I asked you what you do here.

The question would be useless

if you stayed with him.

Out.

Why not?

I had stayed on to ensure that Boyd.

I can take care of him alone.

Well, that's new.

Especially after ten years spent in

demolished.

Out.

Do not rush me.

I could take it elsewhere.

We had other projects,

but we did not do than talk.

Another time, I do not know...

I'll throw you out.

You should try.

I seek for an excuse to pull your hair.

You do not have the courage.

Hold on to him.

Drunk or sober,

this is the kind of man

I have always dreamed of.

Are you awake?

I'm not on my plate. Insomnia...

This is normal,

on the verge of a serious job.

Him, he sleeps like a good child.

This is a good guy.

Yes, it's true.

The trouble is that it is inherently evil.

Does it matter?

He?? is on our side.

Speaking of evil,

there is no worse a wicked woman.

And I thought of all the tiles

that have brought me women.

They will dump a man.

Tell me that.

Do you remember that I was married?

This was a sacred number.

At first,

I thought I hit the jackpot.

Skinny, but I love like this:

Skin and bones.

I wonder why I want to lean...

Parmalee... That's how it was called.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

She dumped me for a mortician.

A mortician shabby.

It almost makes me happy.

She had too many bad habits.

She trailed all day in a Chinese robe.

Always bathrobe.

The real crazy manners.

And from one end to the other of winter,

it was cold.

Every fortnight she passed me her cold.

She has passed me fifty times its cold.

I took there twitching sniffing it.

It is time to get some sleep.

We have a job tomorrow.

There is a guy who is currently

monitor the hotel.

He walks his dog, that's all.

You think...

- Good night.

I am on my guard.

This is a guy walking his mutt.

I am on my guard

there is nothing to burn me.

Good night.

You have stolen, is not it?

No need to answer, I'm sure.

You can enter a salary, but not

and accusing people.

You prefer that I alert the police?

Go to the alert. Chick.

Go get the police.

Your woman sleeping and you just see it

undress.

You are disgusting.

Fetch the police, Mr.

Rinse Mirettes.

Boyd, wake up.

Listen to me, I have to talk to you.

This coffee. Awake.

This is good, I get up.

I was really drunk.

Where is Linda?

It is 4am. She is gone.

She was nice to me.

Effortlessly has a crush on you.

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Sydney Boehm

Sydney Boehm (April 4, 1908 – June 25, 1990) was an American screenwriter and producer. Boehm began his writing career as a newswriter for wire services and newspapers before moving on to screenwriting. His films include High Wall (1947), Anthony Mann-directed Side Street (1950), the sci-fi film When Worlds Collide (1951), and the crime drama The Big Heat (1953), for which Boehm won a 1954 Edgar Award for Best Motion Picture Screenplay. Boehm was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on April 4, 1908 and died in Woodland Hills, California on June 25, 1990 at age 82. more…

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