Ladies They Talk About

There's a man running wild here with a butcher knife

West Side, la Paloma street.

Man on radio: Police department calling car 47. Car 4-7.

Go to the corner of 8th and Adams. Auto accident.

Police department, calling all cars.

Calling all cars.

Vicinity of la Paloma street.

Mad man running amuck with a butcher knife.

Calling all cars.

Man running amuck with butcher knife.

Gotta wait about a half hour, lady.

Oh, I can't wait.

I have to catch a train at 10 o'clock.

Are you gonna put money in or take it out?

I'm gonna put some in to cover checks

oh, I don't know.

- Come on. - Thank you.

Now you hold Fifi for me.

And you must show me how to make out one of those deposit slips.

My maid usually does all my banking for me.

Uh, uh, get one of those slips, lady.

- These? - Yes.

No, no, lady, that's for the date.

Alright everybody! Stick 'em up!

Man 1: 'Come on, sister, get out of there. Don't movel'

alright, come on, stick 'em up, will you, copper?

You too, sister.

Okay, Dutch. Get going.

Now the first one that sets off an alarm

I'll blow your insides all over the wall.

Come on, Dutch, we're blowin'.

If you wanna live to talk.

Call the cops! Don't stand there.

Hello! Give me the police station.

- Yes, hurry it up. - Call up somebody.

Oh, my goodness. I feel so dizzy.

- What happened? - Police! Police!

Oh, it's almost 10 o'clock.

I'll have to hurry, I'll miss my train.

I'm sorry, madam, but you can't go till the police come.

But surely you have enough witnesses. You'll ruin my trip.

Now it can't be helped. Them's the rules.

- Yes! Hurry! Hello... - Yes, ma'am.

Hey, say, let me talk!

Where were you when they pushed in?

Well, I was helping a lady with a deposit slip.

I had only let her in a few minutes before.

Let's have a look at this lady. Where is she?

There she is, there.

Manager: Why, that's Mrs. Andrews.

One of our depositors.

Oh, I see.

What do you know about this holdup, Mrs. Andrews?

Nothing, except I'm taking my money out of here.

Apparently it isn't safe.

What did you say your name was?

The manager told you, didn't he?

Do you usually do your banking before banking hours?

I see. Why didn't she do it this morning?

Because I let her go while I was going away on a brief trip.

I came here to deposit money to cover checks

I had written for my train tickets.

Here. And here's the money.

If you're through asking stupid questions, I'll go.

No, not yet.

You're going to take another train, lady.

Didn't I used to know you before you became Mrs. Andrews?

And before you turned platinum?

Not so hot as a blonde, nan, not so hot.

Come on, I want to have a little talk with you.

For a dumb click you have a memory like an elephant.

I have been much criticized of late

by certain politicians and their newspaper backers

as being a meddler in the affairs of this city.

I have never meddled in the private affairs

of any man or woman,

but I have meddled and I intend

to continue meddling in politics.

Especially, when crooked politicians

are stealing the taxpayers' money

or are escaping punishment through incompetent prosecutors

That there is need of my meddling

is shown by the wave of crime

that is raging unchecked in this city.

This very morning, three armed bandits

entirely scornful of police

that you, and you, and you...

Have toiled and sweated to save.

David on radio: What has the district attorney

or the seven other bank robberies

we've had in the last four weeks?

Nothing. He's been too busy telling the newspapers

what a great man he is.

I had a hunch Slade was gonna toss

a few harpoons into me tonight.

Well, what do you care what he says about you?

There are a lot of people in this town

they have radios and they have votes.

In eight consecutive bank robbefies

we've had only one arrest. A girl.

The district attorney is a fine fellow personally.

He needs me and my meddling lots more

than I need his personal friendship.

So I am going to continue to meddle, and meddle, and meddle

until something definite is done.

If David Slade was district attorney he'd do something.

I wish he was my son.

I wish he was my boyfriend.

Come in, Ms. Taylor.

Shall I sit down or do they confess easier standing up?

Ms. Taylor, this is David Slade,

our perennial and persistent reformer.

Simpson: He's a bit of a nuisance

in this town, but he's regular.

He wants to have a little talk with you.

David: I saw your picture in the paper this morning.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Up in benicia, wasn't it?

I must have a swell pan.

Everybody's remembering me these days.

But your name wasn't Taylor then.

It isn't now. I'm Mrs. Andrews.

It was Ellis. Nan Ellis.

I remember you distinctly now.

Your father was a Deacon in the church up there.

And you were little Davy Slade.

And your father was the town drunkard.

Well, brother Slade, things change, don't they?

And the bad boy of benicia hymn-shouting reformer.

She got your number, Dave.

No, nan, I'm no hymn shouter.

Just a right guy trying to persuade others to go right.

You'd been sent to reform school.

- You were such a sweet kid. - Yeah?

Well, too much deaconing took all the sweetness out of me.

How did you ever get in this jam?

So, you've got a reform school

jilt in your pedigree, eh?

Well, didn't they teach you your lesson up there?

They did, but it didn't take.

I'm not any too happy, nan, seeing you here like this.

I'm not exactly crazy about it myself.

But they've gotta pin it on somebody.

And I haven't very many friends.

I'll take care of that, if you're actually innocent.

Why, I've been straight ever since

I got out of reform school.

Won't you believe me, David?

I'd like to. If only for old times.

They won't let me go straight.

That's why I wore that platinum wig

and changed my name so they wouldn't know me.

Oh, I can't go straight if they won't give me a chance.

I don't know whether nan Taylor is guilty or innocent.

But I do know that she has her rights.

And the authorities are wrong to keep her in jail

without positive evidence one way or another.

Pretty tough being d.A., isn't it?

Yes, but not so tough that I want to lose the job

well, Slade isn't doing you any good

and that radio station of his is plenty powerful.

Yes, I know.

However, I think he and I will be able to get together.

District attorney wants to speak to you.

Well, now, isn't that just too sweet?

District attorney? The mayor'll be dropping in to see her next.

The governor's flying down to take her out to tea.

President hoover called her up last night.

Yes, but she had a date with Mr. Roosevelt.

Woman 1: Oh, doesn't that dame make you sick?

Woman 2: What she needs is a good sock at the jaw.

I've got a strange hunch I'm on my way.

- So long, Spanish. - Adios.

Goodbye, twist, see you in Paris.

This is miss Taylor.

Oh, that's alright, Mr. Simpson,

oh, pardon me, Ms. Taylor.

- Won't you be seated? - Thank you.

Simpson: I'm just okaying the architect's plan

for enlarging the woman's ward in the county jail.

Yes, isn't it?

You're wasting that panorama on me, nan.

Nan, you and italk the same language.

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That you were the front for that bank holdup.

We can't prove it yet.

But if I find you guilty, which I believe you are,

I'll see that you get yours.

Meanwhile, Dave Slade's interested in you.

He's a powerful man in this town

and he wants me to set you loose.

I'm going to take a chance and parole you to him.

They're drawing up the release papers out there now.

Oh, Mr. Simpson, you don't know what this means to me,

this chance to prove I'm straight.

I've known Dave Slade around this town

for the last ten years.

And you're the first skirt

I ever saw him go for.

What do you mean, go for?