"(dramatic orchestral music)" "[Woman] What do you mean by dancing with that blonde all night?" "[Man] Well, I noticed you spent all your time with a sailor, didn't you?" "[Woman] Well, what's it to you?" "(couple arguing)" "(car zooming)" "(car screeching)" "(door slams)" "(car accelerating)" "Good evening." "Hello." "See you're all dolled up tonight." "Yeah, I've been to the opera." "But it was bad." "That so?" "Very bad." "[Bartender] Good night, folks." "[Woman] Good night." "[Doorman] You're not leaving so soon, are you?" "[Man] Everybody gone?" "Nah, there's one crowd of soaks in there yet." "[Man] Where's Nita?" "She's in her office." "She was asking for you a minute ago." "(knocking)" "Come in!" "Well, late again." "Pleasure before business, huh?" "Well, my friends from Chicago insisted on the opera." "And nightclubs." "I'm like a postman, on my day off I go for a long walk." "Can you imagine?" "(Nita laughs)" "No, I can't." "Nevermind your price list, there's your order." "Hmm, no scotch." "This is better than the last stuff." "We canned that guy Goldberg." "We got Sandy McTavish making it for us now." "It's good." "Well if it isn't, boyfriend, you're going to lose a customer." "Put me down for six cases." "Champagne?" "That last stuff you sent me was nothing but celery tonic and cider." "Now listen this..." "Now, don't waste your breath." "I put away more champagne than you'll ever sell." "But this stuff is good." "I know better." "It doesn't taste the same coming up as it does going down." "Does my stuff have to work both ways?" "(Nita chuckles)" "Come on and I'll buy you a drink." "I only use it for a rub down." "But with you, darling..." "Now, don't get sentimental." "I'm old enough to be your mother." "What'll it be?" "Sauterne." "Sauterne?" "And you?" "[Man] Milk." "You're a sap to stand for it Bert, I'm telling you." "Yeah, she's sure making a fool out of you." "Say, why don't you assert yourself?" "Sure, tell her what's what!" "Ah, lay off!" "She's all right." "She's all right, did you ever see such a nut?" "She uses you for a grease rag and you love it." "I told you to let up on her." "[Man] Well, say, we're trying to put you wise to yourself, and you start riding us." "Well I don't like the way you're talking." "[Man] And I don't like the way you're listening!" "[Woman] Go ahead and tell him, Ralph." "Tell him what?" "If you want to know, she's out with Byron Crosby tonight, and you know that guy's reputation." "Shut up!" "I know who she's out with." "All right, be an idiot." "Sure, go ahead." "But if she keeps on cruising around with that oily-haired artist, she's going to be just the kind of a guy that he is." "Oh, you!" "(woman screams)" "What do you think this is, a prize ring?" "Come on, you folks will have to get out of here." " He started it!" " Who you talking to?" "I'm talking to you." "Ah, cut it out lady, cut out the argument." "Well, why don't they throw him out too, that's what I want to know." "Take your dirty hands off of me!" "Come on baby, let us alone, we know the way out." "Yeah, get a glass of water." "[Woman] Come on darling, let's get out of this dump!" "[Ralph] Sure, it's all right with me." "[Man] Which one of these is yours?" "[Ralph] That's my hat." "Come on, scram!" "Don't you dare touch me!" "[Ralph] Come on, kid, let's get out of this dump." "That a boy." "He's coming out of it." "Now, now, now, calm down." "Calm down." "Where is he?" " Now it's all right." " Let me go!" "He's gone." "Huh, well I'll get him all right." "Take it easy." "Now calm down." "Do you want the reporters to hear about this?" "Well." "Sit down there, take it easy." "I can manage." "All right." "Feeling better?" "I guess so." "Say, did I hit that guy?" "I'm afraid not." "On the contrary, sort of vice versa as it were." "Don't you think you've had enough?" "The way I feel, I can't get enough." "What's your name?" "Bert, just call me Bert." "[Nita] My name is Nita." "I know, I know." "What started this?" "[Bert] Oh, that guy's cracks about Jean." "Jean?" "Jean who?" "Austin, Jean Austin." "And she's a swell girl even if she is giving me the run around." "She ditched me tonight to go out with this Byron Crosby fellow." "Just 'cause I asked her not to." "Do you know him?" "[Bert] Don't wanna." "Do you?" "I don't know anything good about him." "Why don't you marry her, have it over with?" "I would, like..." "That." "But her pa says no and her grandma says no, and she says no." "Her brother says yes." "Say, she's a peach, you'd like her." "Why don't you bring her around sometime?" "Say, that's a good idea." "Next time we're downtown, I'll bring her around." "That's a very good idea." "Next time we're downtown, I'll bring her around." "Whoop, what is this, how am I gonna?" "I'm in a tailspin or something." "Lillian." "Help me take him upstairs." "Huh?" "Where are we going?" "Oh, it's all right now, upstairs where you can lie down." "Oh." "Oh, say, this is swell!" "Right over here." "It's just like a public library." "Right over here." "There we are, now take off your coat." "Huh?" "Get the comforter." "Yes." "You'll be more comfortable." "(Bert sighs)" "Now, lie down." "Huh, do what?" "[Nita] Lie down, you'll feel better." "Oh, lie down?" "Now, now, everything will be all right." "Oh." "Yes." "Is that all, miss?" "Yes, Lillian." "Everything's all right." "It's all right." "[Bert] Sort of a hug me tight, huh?" "Yes, a hug me tight." "[Bert] Uh huh." "Thank you." "Please go, Byron." "Must I?" "Yes!" "It's after eight o'clock and if Dad knew you were here he'd have a fit." "Come here." "No, I won't!" "Come here to me." "Good morning." "[Brother] How do you do?" "And uh, good morning." "Good morning." "Shall I call you?" "Oh, no, no, I'll call you." "Don't forget." "Goodbye." "No, I had a lovely evening, thank you." "Thank you." "(Jean chuckles)" " Goodbye." " Goodbye." "Hello, Bubs." "This is a fine time for you to be getting in." "Don't do that!" "Well, you needn't take my head off about it." "It's lucky for you Dad overslept this morning." "Good!" "That means you're not gonna snitch on me." "Well I never have, have I?" "But that gives me the right to watch after you just the same, doesn't it?" "Oh, to hear you talk you'd think" "I didn't have a brain in my head." "Well sometimes I think you haven't." "What right have you to kiss that Crosby fellow anyway?" "I suppose you've never kissed a girl." "Well, that's different." "Oh, I see." "I'm to do as you say, not to do as you do." "Oh I just hate to see you making a fool of yourself." "Oh, what's in a kiss?" "Plenty, sometimes." "Besides, you're giving Bert the run around." "Bert needs a shot of high life." "Bert's a swell fellow." "And you treat him like a doormat." "Here comes Grandma and Dad." "Beat it!" "Good morning, son." "Good morning, Father." "How did you sleep, Grandmother?" "I didn't." "Oh, that's too bad, I'm sorry." "You don't look it." "Did you hear Jean come in last night?" "Yes sir, I did." "Well I didn't." "Well I did." "About one o'clock." "Where is she then?" "She isn't in her room." "Well, she, uh, she went to play tennis." "With whom?" "Well, she didn't say that, Father, but she did say she'd be back in time for breakfast." "Ha." "Harvey, you have to take that girl in hand." "She isn't home enough to shake a stick at." "I'll speak to her." "Yes, that's all the good it'll do." "One word from us and she does as she pleases." "[Dad] Hmm." "Boy, does that hit the spot." "Oh, I know just how you feel." "You've been there, eh?" "A couple of times." "Maybe three." "(Bert laughs)" "You know, you're an awfully good sport." "You think so?" "Uh huh." "If you'd turned me loose last night," "I'd probably be in the tabloids this morning." "Mm, then Jean's family would break the engagement." "Right?" "Right." "Jean's family." "Well, thank heaven I'm not marrying them." "Sort of made a fool of myself last night, didn't I?" "Don't we all?" "Good morning." "Morning." "Good morning, Daddy, dear." "Good morning." "How's the lumbago, Grandma?" "Who said I'd lumbago?" "Well, haven't you?" "I'll have tomato juice, Parker." "Yes, miss." "Whom did you play tennis with?" "Oh let's see, Grace, Dodo and Mary, why?" "Your bed wasn't slept in last night." "I made it up myself." "Ah!" "What's happened to you that you're so industrious all of a sudden?" "Say, what is this, an inquisition?" "Can't I make up my own bed without going through a third degree?" "Jean, keep your voice down." "Jean!" "Oh, I forgot, Grandma." "You never remember." "Oh Lord, we thank thee for this food, and pray with all our hearts that thy kindness and loving mercies will bless the day, bringing harmony, peace, and happiness into our troubled household." "Amen." "What do you mean, troubled household?" "Was that a crack at me?" "Harvey!" "Hold your tongue, Jean!" "Oh, calm down everybody, you're bothering my indigestion." "Keep out of this, Don." "That's no way to talk to your grandmother, Jean." "Well make her let me alone." "Your grandmother thinks you stay out entirely too late and too much!" "Grandma thinks, Grandma thinks." "Oh, cut it out, Sis, will you?" "I won't!" "All the time it's what Grandma thinks." "Can't anyone around here think but her?" "Be quiet, Jean!" "I won't have you talking that way." "You grow more and more like your mother." "Thank heaven for it." "If she had enough spunk to walk out on a lot of mid Victorian ideas, more power to her." "Jean!" "Control yourself!" "Well, I'm tired of being jumped on all the time." "No wonder I never stay at home!" "Harvey, are you going to let her talk to me that way?" "Jean, you're not to talk to your grandmother that way." "All right, I won't talk to Grandma that way." "(Father scoffs)" "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "I was just thinking of a couple of kids whose mother walked out on them when they were babies." "Couldn't have been much of a mother." "Well, at the time she thought she was justified." "I don't see any justification in a thing like that." "She couldn't have loved them." "Oh, yes, she did." "She had a good reason." "Too much mother-in-law." "[Bert] Oh, it was like that." "And as the fortune teller says, a tall dark man came along." "[Bert] With a lot of understanding and sympathy?" "Naturally." "And she fell for him in a big way and eloped with him." "[Bert] Oh." "Might have been anybody." "You're thinking about the children, aren't you?" "Yes, I was." "She thought about them too." "For years." "Wonder why she doesn't go to them." "She's a notorious woman." "They wouldn't be proud of her." "As far as they're concerned, she died 15 years ago." "Has she ever seen them?" "Oh, the cat can look at the king." "I'm going to give you a little advice." "You say your Jean likes to play?" "She certainly does." "Why don't you play around with her?" "I bet you take her to lectures and concerts instead of dances and shows." "(laughing)" "How did you know?" "(laughs) Guessed it." "Studying men has been part of my life." "She ever go to speakeasies?" "Yes, she goes to speakeasies." "With you?" "Nope." "Well, if she insists on doing it, wouldn't it be better if she went with you?" "Say, that's an idea!" "Bring her around sometime." "You're all right." "Gosh, I'm due at court in an hour." "Old W.I. Conlin Sr.'s trying an important case and if I'm late he'll fire me." "Are you a lawyer?" "Well, I, I'm studying to be." "Well, if ever I'm in trouble, will you defend me?" "To the bitter end, dear lady." "To the bitter end." "(Nita chuckles)" "Darling, at last." "Well, here I am." "Where's everybody?" "They've gone." "Don't like it." "You didn't ask anyone else to come." "Aren't you glad?" "No, I'm mad." "And I'm going." "Oh, please, darling." "I simply had to." "I wanted to see you." "(Jean scoffs)" "Would the presence of others blind you to my charms?" "I wanted to see you alone." "Ha, I had a hunch it would be like this." "Then why did you come?" "To see if my hunch was right." "Do that again, Byron, and I am leaving." "Afraid?" "Yes, if you want to know it." "Of me?" "No." "Of myself." "Thank you." "(Byron laughs)" "You win." "Tea?" "Oh, if I must." "Lemon or rum?" "I'll have the rum without the tea." "What'll you have for a chaser?" "Why spoil good rum?" "(Byron chuckles)" "Here you are." "Well, well, well, what's all this?" "The great divide." "You know all the answers, don't you?" "Oh I wrote them." "I rather like you." "My, I'm flattered." "In fact, I adore you." "Now what am I supposed to do, break down?" "I wish you would." "See, I thought you were going to sketch me." "There seems to be no alternative." "You know a few answers yourself, don't you?" "I've read your book." "[Jean] Not bad, Byron, not bad." "What do you want me to do?" "Just be your own charming self." "Well that's funny, I thought artists wore smocks and had their models stand on platforms in awkward positions." "I have a new technique." "[Jean] There's nothing new about your technique, Byron." "Well, we'll let that go." "Want to see what I've done?" "I'd love to." "Oh, that's not beautiful enough." "Always on the defensive, aren't you?" "Yes, when I'm with you." "(telephone ringing)" "Pardon me." "Hello?" "When did you get back in town?" "I'm not in town." "I'm still in Atlantic City." "I thought you said I was the only one." "Byron!" "Who's there?" "Why, no one." "You're lying to me!" "I can tell by the way you talk." "Mona, don't be like that." "No, no, no." "Yes, hmm." "Surely." "Yes." "Now don't be that way, Mona." "Say, what the devil makes you so suspicious?" "I tell you I am alone." "Yes." "Now be a good girl and stay there for a few days." "Well, all right." "But remember, I'll be checking up on you." "All right, check up on me." "Goodbye." "(people chattering)" "Now, what would you like to have to drink?" "Tall ones?" "Yes." "Highballs?" "Please." "Two highballs, Joe." "[Joe] Two highballs." "Cigarette?" "Yes, thank you." "Nice in here, don't you think?" "Oh, it's lovely." "Oh, Nita?" "How do you do?" "Hello there, I didn't see you, I'm sorry." "I'd like you to meet Miss Austin, Miss, uh, what is your last name?" "Nita St. George." "Miss St. George, Miss Austin." "How do you do?" "How do you do." "Won't you sit down?" "Thanks, I will." "Bert's been telling me all about you." "My boyfriend fell overboard last night, didn't he?" "Ooh, with a loud splash!" "Going home." "[Bartender] So long, folks." "(people chattering)" "Hello." "Fix 'em up." "All right, Mr. Crosby, what'll it be folks?" " Highball." " Dry martini, please." "Dry martini?" "Wouldn't you care to have a table, Mr. Crosby?" "Would you like to?" "I think that would be great fun." " This way." " All right." "Try your drink, I recommend it." "Surely." "Not bad." "Not good, but not bad." "It's good, I like it." "Excuse me a moment." "Certainly." "I'll be right back." "All right." "You two are quite chummy, aren't you?" "She's a good egg." "Sort of a cupid, if you know what I mean." "No, I don't." "Okay, let it go." "All right." "I think I'm going to put you in the private room." "Why?" "You can raise the devil a little more privately." "Oh, Nita." "Victor, open up some of my special champagne for them." "You know." "Well that's very nice, Nita, but why the celebration?" "It's my birthday." "Oh. (Chuckles)" "Come along." "Won't you join us?" "Yes, later." "You're looking very charming this evening yourself." "Flatterer." "Suppose that Mona should hear you say that." "Mona's in Atlantic City." "Oh." "Suppose we go up to my apartment." "What do you say?" "It'll be chummy up there." "Surely, let's go." "All right." "(people chattering)" "I hope you don't mind climbing a few stairs." "Oh, not at all." "(giggling)" "Would you like to powder your nose, darling?" "I'd love to." "Make yourself at home, Bert." "Find the cigarettes on the table." "All right, thank you." "Put your wrap on the bed, dear." "Thank you." "My, it's amazing what can be done to these old brownstone houses." "The basement a speakeasy, the first floor a restaurant, and the second floor a home!" "(laughing)" "Like some powder?" "No thanks, I'll use my own." "So you really think it's home-like?" "Oh, yes, much more so than my home." "Too much family." "They are a problem sometimes." "Haven't I seen you someplace before?" "No, I don't think so." "Oh dear, I've caught my ring again." "Let me help you." "Careful now." "There, I've almost got it." "Oh, thank you." "Oh, what an odd ring." "Isn't it?" "I found it in an old box in the attic." "And you've worn it all these years?" "How'd you know I'd worn it a long time?" "(Nita laughs)" "Only little girls and boys play in the attic, you know." "Don't you love it on rainy days?" "Oh, I'll say." "Bubs and I used to have more fun rummaging in trunks and things." "Bubs?" "Yes, my brother." "Oh." "If he were here now, he'd call me out for using too much lipstick." "(Nita chuckles)" "Brothers are like that." "Oh, but Don's really a peach." "He just tries to boss me all the time." "Oh really?" "Mm-hmm, but as handsome as a picture." "How long have you known Bert?" "Oh, not long." "Does he pull stunts like last night often?" "Why, no, I've never seen him that way before." "(Jean giggles)" "He seemed to have an extra special reason last night." "Well, I do keep him guessing." "But he loves it." "(chuckles) Most men do." "Well, I thought you'd never get your noses powdered." "After you're married young man, you'll find out what waiting is." "After we're married?" "Mm-hmm." "Being an hour late is on time for Jean right now." "I think it's a gag." "(buzzer buzzing)" "Pardon me." "Certainly." "Hello?" "Ask him to wait, I'll be right down." "Pardon me just a minute please." "I'll be right back." "I'll send you up a couple of snifters." "Oh, thank you." "(door clicks)" "She's a funny one, isn't she?" "She's a good egg." "You'll like her." "Everyone does." "It's the funniest thing." "What?" "Oh, the feeling you get sometimes when you meet a person." "Like you'd met them before." "You're funny too." "You're just finding that out?" "Sometimes you're so different, you don't seem like the same person." "Now, Mr. Zilch." "Now, quit stalling Mrs. Burp and give me a kiss." "Promise you won't tell anyone?" "Not a soul." "Thank you." "Oh, all right." "Harvey." "Just look at that, look at it!" "What's all this?" "That's what I should like to know." "That's what we should find out." "Where did it come from?" "[Grandma] In this box of flowers for Jean." "Who sent them?" "That artist, Byron Crosby." "Harvey, Jean is getting away from us completely." "And unless you take her in hand, she'll follow right in her mother's footsteps." "Don't talk like that, Mother." "Hey Dad, may I borrow your car?" "I got four flats and I'm clean out of gasoline, and, well now what's the matter?" "Your sister!" "Well, Harvey, what are you going to do about it?" "Sit there like a wooden Indian?" "Let me have that, Don." "Your sister." "Jean." "Jean, do you hear me?" "[Jean] Yes, Daddy, I'll be with you in just a minute." "Your sister." "Your granddaughter!" "Harvey!" "Donald!" "What is this, another inquisition?" "Well, what have I done now?" "Oh. (Giggles)" "What have you to say for yourself, daughter?" "Looks like I'm on the spot." "Is that all you've got to say for yourself?" "Well if I said I didn't pose for this, you wouldn't believe it." "I would not." "What's the use?" "I believe you, Sis." "Thanks, Don." "Well, Dad, am I in the doghouse with you?" "I'm listening, Jean." "What have you to say for yourself?" "I didn't pose for that." ""And I was just beginning to like you too."" "How do you explain that?" "I don't." "You wouldn't understand if I did." "(gasps) Harvey, do you hear her?" "Well, Jean, I'm waiting." "Well, Byron sketched my head and the rest he did from imagination, just for a gag." "Hmm." "I know it sounds pretty thin, Don, but it's the truth." "Whether they believe it or not." "If you say it's the truth, I believe you." "When I was young, girls didn't visit men in their apartments." "When you were young, girls wanted to do exactly as they do now, only they lacked the nerve!" "(gasps) Harvey, are you going to let her talk to me like that?" "Be careful what you say, Jean." "[Jean] Oh, I'm fed up!" "Well one thing is certain, this Crosby is no fit person for you to associate with." "I forbid you to see him again!" "Oh, you meddling old fussbudget!" "[Grandma] Harvey!" "[Dad] Keep a civil tongue in your head, young lady!" "(telephone ringing)" "Hello?" "Did you get it?" "Ha, I'll say I did." "Oh, tickled pink." "Okay, see you tonight." "I'm busy." "Goodbye." "Who was that?" "That was Saint Peter wanting to know what size halo you wore when you were a girl." "Harvey!" "Jean Austin, you are to be ashamed of yourself." "Well make her let up on me." "Just like your mother." "Willful, headstrong..." "If you make another crack about my mother," "I'll tell you some things about yourself." "There's some letters in the attic that you should have burned." "Harvey!" "Be quiet, Mother." "Now remember, you're not to see this fellow Crosby again, do you understand?" "I heard you, Dad." "Come, dear." "Oh!" "I told the truth, Don." "Okay, Sis." "Say, did that crack about Grandma's letters hit home?" "Wow!" "(laughing)" "And the funny part is, it was a shot in the dark." "Boy, did she take it." "Run along, Bubs." " Sure." " I want to dress." "(people chattering)" "Good evening." "[Man] Good evening." "Pretty thin crowd." "It was better earlier in the evening." "Hello, Jean." "Hello, Nita." "I want you to know Mr. Crosby." "Hello, Byron." "Hello, Nita." "Oh, you know each other?" "You know everybody, don't you?" "(Byron chuckles)" "Are you going to join us?" "No, I've been to the theater." "It was a rotten show and I'm sleepy." "I wish you would." "Oh, now, two is company, three is a crowd." "See you later." "Okay." "Let's get out of here." "What do you say?" "Let's not and say we did." "Herman." "Yes, madam." "You on booth number two?" "Ya, that I am." "Listen, stick close and hear everything." "Mr. Crosby has to say to that girl." "You understand?" "Ya, you mean what they say, ya?" "Yes, everything." "And for once in your life, get on your toes." "Ya." "Do it!" "Ya." "(people chattering)" "What do you say?" "Grandma says little girls shouldn't go to man's apartment." "You old so and so." "But we happen to be living in a modern age, my dear." "Oh, that's an old line, Byrie." "Byrie, oh, I think that's cute." "From now one I'm gonna call you Byrie." "Shall we go?" "Grandma says no." "Oh, shoot Grandma." "Oh, that's an idea, let's!" "Come in." "Well?" "I stuck with their table and sometimes I hear some things, and sometimes nothings." "Have they gone?" "Oh, sure they went." "Where?" "Well, for a long time he would argue with her how lonesome his studio was." "And then he went." "Get a taxi!" "Ya, right away." "Thank you." "Sit down, be comfortable." "All right." "Cigarette?" "No thanks." "A drink?" "No, I've had enough." "Now, isn't this more comfortable here?" "Mm-hmm." "But I'm so sleepy." "Now is that nice?" "Byrie?" "I know exactly what you're going to say." "So don't say it." "Oh, I got lip rouge all over your mouth." "Did you?" "Mm-hmm." "Excuse me a moment, will you, dear?" "Where are you going?" "To, uh, get some cigarettes, and uh, take this off." "It's incriminating, you know." "All right." "1.65." "Keep the change." "Thank you." "(door slams)" "(gun fires)" "(buzzer buzzes)" "Byron?" "(Gasps)" "[Woman] We've got a lot of nerve to barge in on him this way." "[Man] Byron doesn't mind, he said come up any time." "[Guy] Sure, it's okay." "The taxi driver testifies that he deposited you at Crosby's studio at 1:49." "Is that right?" "That would be about right." "Who admitted you?" "He did." "Was he expecting you?" "No." "What did he say?" "Nothing." "He simply admitted you?" "Yes." "What did you say?" "[Nita] I told him I wanted my money." "[Lawyer] What money?" "[Nita] The money he owed me." "[Lawyer] For what?" "[Nita] His account at my place." "[Lawyer] Is it true that you operate a speakeasy?" "I suppose you might call it that." "How long have you known Byron Crosby?" "Several years." "[Lawyer] Intimately?" "[Nita] He was a good customer." "Your Honor, I insist that the witness answer that question." "[Judge] You must answer the question." "I wasn't particularly friendly with him." "[Lawyer] Yet you went to his apartment." "[Nita] Yes." "[Lawyer] Did you have words with him that night?" "[Nita] Yes." "[Lawyer] Did he ask you to leave?" "[Nita] Yes." "[Lawyer] What did you do?" "I refused to leave without my money." "She hasn't a chance." "The jury'll convict her, sure." "Her own testimony is doing that." "Have you seen this gun before?" "Yes." "Is it yours?" "No." "Whose is it then?" "I don't know." "[Lawyer] Was anyone with Crosby when you arrived?" "[Nita] He was alone." "[Lawyer] Did you threaten him?" "[Nita] I told him I wanted my money." "That isn't answering the question." "Did you threaten him?" "Yes." "With this gun?" "No." "With a lawsuit." "Were you ever in love with Byron Crosby?" "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing." "Does that imply that you were on intimate terms with the deceased?" "Could be interpreted that way, I suppose." "You must answer the question." "What was the question again?" "Were you on intimate terms with the deceased?" "Yes." "Were you in his apartment from the time you arrived until Crosby's friends walked in?" "Yes." "Three people saw you with this gun in your hand standing by Crosby's body." "Is that correct?" "Yes." "Your Honor, the state rests." "Gentlemen, have you arrived at a verdict?" "We have, Your Honor." "We find the defendant guilty of manslaughter." "Jury out 24 hours." "Returns verdict on seventh ballot." "Appeal held unlikely, it says here." "Hmm." "Seven ballots, they were out long enough." "They had to weigh the evidence, Mother." "But no one actually saw her do it, Dad." "Fiddlesticks!" "A blind man could have seen she was guilty from the start." "Certainly." "The evidence was incontrovertible." "Incontro-what-able?" "It was obvious." "Thanks." "Not a flaw in it." "You're quite right, Harvey." "She was a low person." "She is not a low person!" "You can thank your lucky stars that your name wasn't dragged into it." "You've no right to condemn a person you've never seen." "No, but I know all about her, that's enough for me." "She's notorious!" "That's not so!" "Jean, be careful." "To hear you talk, one would think you knew her." "I do know her!" "(Grandma gasps)" "Harvey, she knows her!" "What's all this?" "Yes, I know her." "And if you want to know something else," "I've been in her place, in her apartment and I can tell you this, if I were guilty of something," "I'd a thousand times rather have her on the jury than a dozen like you!" " Harvey!" " Jean!" "You're just a suspicious, narrow-minded old woman, intolerant of anyone's faults but your own!" "Harvey, are you going to sit there and let her talk to me like that?" "Go to your room!" "Were you ever known to take the part of your children?" "You forget yourself, young lady." "I wish I could forget myself." "(door slams)" "Nobody's ever talked to me like that before!" "There, there, dear, Jean's not been herself lately." "(Grandma sniffles)" "You can take number four down there." "Thank you." "(people chatting)" "It was awfully nice of you to come with me." "She's asked about you every time I've been here." "Think of spending so much time in a place like this." "Oh, Bert, it's awful!" "Well, you wouldn't call it a holiday." "(people chatting)" "Here she comes." "I'm so glad to see you, dear." "She asked me to bring her." "Didn't you, Jean?" "Oh, of course I did." "I wanted to come for a long time." "I've hoped that you might." "I'm fond of you two youngsters." "I hardly know what to say." "Don't try to say anything, dear." "Just tell me about yourselves." "Are you on the wagon?" "Yes." "I have been ever since Jean asked me to." "She is too." "Oh, I'm glad of that." "Did you get the candy and magazines we sent?" "Yes, I enjoyed them too." "Especially the candy." "Oh, I'm so glad." "You know, I made the candy myself." "I thought it was homemade." "Well, I like that." "You never made any candy for me." "Fudge making for sweethearts went out when I was a girl." "(Bert laughs)" "[Man] Time's up!" "When are you two going to get married?" "That's what I'd like to find out." "How about it, Jean?" "Why wait?" "We have to wait a little while." "Time's up." "I hope you'll come again sometime." "Nita." "(crying quietly)" "Cigarette?" "No thanks." "What's the matter?" "Sit down, Bert." "I want to tell you something." "Nita's innocent." "What makes you think so?" "I don't think so, I know so." "[Bert] How do you know?" "Because I was in Byron's apartment the night he was killed." "And Nita arrived just as I was leaving." "Oh, please, don't touch me, Bert." "Sit down and listen." "I didn't have the nerve to tell the truth." "They would have sent me away just like they did her." "I was afraid." "I wanted to talk but I couldn't." "I kept quiet." "Jean." "Jean, dear." "I didn't do it, Bert." "I know you didn't." "I haven't been fair with you." "I played around with Byron." "Yes, I know." "But that was all." "You believe me, don't you?" "Of course I believe you." "Then the vanity case is the only thing that makes you think Mona might have been there?" "Yes." "And the fact that when he talked to her over the phone, she was terribly angry." "Have you met her?" "Yes, the same day I met him." "She shot daggers at him when he was dancing with me." "She might have left that case there some other time." "Yes, but if she were there that night and missed it after she left, she hasn't forgotten it." "That's right." "May I see it?" "Why, I threw it away." "What?" "I was so frightened." "You threw it?" "Well, that shoots that idea." "But I remember it perfectly." "Yeah." "Lucille has one just like it." "Yeah?" "Look, Jean, here's our plan." "You'll have to go and see her." "I want to see Miss Sebastian, please." "Who shall I say?" "Miss Jean Austin." "[Maid] Just sit down, please." "Thank you." "How do you do Miss, Austin?" "I see you don't remember me." "Well, I, oh, to be sure." "How stupid of me." "You're one of Byron's friends." "E pluribus unum." "I beg your pardon?" "That means one of many." "Oh, of course," "Byron was rather liberal with his affections." "You and I ought to know." "Byron meant nothing to me, my dear." "Won't you sit down?" "Thank you." "[Mona] Smoke?" "No thanks." "I suppose you're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" "Well I must admit, I am rather puzzled." "I have something that belongs to you." "[Mona] To me?" "Yes." "Something I thought you ought to have in your possession." "Why, where on earth did you get this?" "[Jean] In Byron's apartment, the night he was murdered." "You were in Byron's apartment the night he died?" "Yes, I was." "[Mona] And the police never found it out?" "There are a lot of things the police don't know." "Are you trying to insinuate that I was there?" "I'm not insinuating anything, but I'm not a fool, either." "I don't want to be dragged into this anymore than you do." "Well, I was in Atlantic City the whole week." "The day before Byron dropped out your vanity was not on the couch, and that night it was!" "Why you little..." "Oh, don't be a fool!" "We both have something to hide and I thought we'd get together, that's all." "I don't know what you're talking about." "All right." "I've done my part." "(door slams)" "(bell clanging)" "Sure you made no mistake, youngster?" "Well, you figure it out." "Within three hours after Jean saw her, she's leaving for Europe." "It looks fishy to me." "The District Attorney's taking a long chance, I think." "Well, he promised to question her if she tried to leave." "If she's nothing to conceal, she's nothing to be afraid of." "Well, maybe that's right." "Oh, there she is." "(bell clanging)" "The girl in the brown suit with the fur trimming." "(bell clanging)" "I beg your pardon, are you Mona Sebastian?" "Yes." "I'm sorry, you'll have to come along with us." "Who are you?" "Why, we're from the District Attorney's office." "Why, this is an outrage!" "It's orders and I'm sorry, you'll have to come along." "But I'll miss my sailing!" "That don't mean anything to me." "Come on." "This is the most preposterous thing I ever heard of." "Miss Austin has just told me a very unusual story." "And in the interest of justice, you should not object to answering my questions." "All right, fire away." "I'll still have time to catch my boat if you hurry." "I trust so." "You told Miss Austin you were in the city the night Byron Crosby met his death." "I was in Atlantic City." "You checked out of your hotel that evening at 11 o'clock." "Is that a crime?" "Atlantic City is 130 miles from New York." "Yes, but less than two hours by plane." "We have evidence that you did return by plane." "[Mona] All right, then, I did." "It would be well for you to realize the seriousness of your situation." "What do you mean by that?" "Am I suspected of killing Byron Crosby?" "[Attorney] There are circumstances in connection with your relations with Byron Crosby which require explanation." "That's ridiculous!" "Byron and I were madly in love." "That's all right, I don't doubt you." "Sit down again." "Can you account for your movements after you arrived in the city?" "Of course I can." "I went home, completely fagged out, and then went to bed." "What time was that?" "[Mona] About a quarter to two." "Your maid said it was two o'clock." "Oh, I see, my maid's word is to be credited more than mine." "I'm merely quoting what she's sworn to." "How far is your apartment from Crosby's?" "About a 15 minutes' ride." "If your maid's testimony is correct, that 15 minutes would have made it possible for you to have been in Byron Crosby's apartment at the time of his death." "[Mona] Have it your way." "Your attitude is not helpful." "Well, what do you want me to do?" "Break down and say I killed him?" "[Attorney] Not unless you did." "Well, I didn't." "Is this your gun?" "[Mona] No, I've never seen it before." "[Attorney] That's rather strange." "We've traced the serial number and the record says that you bought it." "That's a lie!" "May I see you a moment, please?" "Certainly." "(indistinct talking)" "Jackson." "(group chatting)" "(blinds crashing)" "Where'd you get this gun?" "Byron gave it to me!" "Ah, then it is your gun!" "All right, then, I did kill him!" "And I'm glad to get it off my mind." "You're under arrest for the murder of Byron Crosby." "(car zooming)" "(car screeching)" "(door slams)" "(car accelerating)" "Oh, Bert, I'm scared." "Ah, no you're not, these are your friends." "You're home again." "Will you stay right behind me?" "Sure I will." "All right, let's go." "(people chattering)" "[Doorman] Well, Nita!" "[Man] That's Nita!" "Hello, everybody!" "(crowd clamoring)" "Hello, come on, have a drink." "We got real champagne this time, none of that old cider." "You sure it isn't that celery tonic?" "No, this is the real McCoy." "Okay, I'll see you later." "Hurry back." "Bye-bye, honey, you're looking great." "Who's the young chap with her?" "I heard someone say it was a son, but I don't think so." "Ah, forget it." "Don't cry, honey." "(Jean snuffling)" "I've lived my life." "You have yours before you." "You had everything to lose." "I had everything to gain." "You get mascara in your eye?" "(door clicks)" "Nita?" "You're Jean's mother, aren't you?" "Her mother died 15 years ago." "All right." "If you want it that way." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Nita?" "Could I kiss you?" "Sure." "Now, you stay here with her and I go down to see the crowd." "I'll be back in a minute." "(sweeping orchestral music)"