...you'll see white men cheat black men everyday of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it, whenever a white man does that to a black man that white man is Trash!
No need to be afraid of him, son. He's all bluff. There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.
Tom Robinson's dead. They were taking him to Abbottsville for safekeeping. Tom broke loose and ran. The deputy called out to him to stop. Tom didn't stop. He shot at him to wound him and missed his aim. Killed him. The deputy says Tom just ran like a crazy man. The last thing I told him was not to lose heart, that we'd ask for an appeal. We had such a good chance. We had more than a good chance.
At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper.
And that will be the end of the fairy tale.
I'm a good liar too, aren't I, Mr. Bradley?
The best I ever met.
We spent the whole day doing things I've always wanted to. Why?
I don't know. It seemed the thing to do.
I never heard of anybody so kind.
It wasn't any trouble.
Also, completely unselfish.
Pearl Chavez is my girl, and she'll always be my girl. Just as long as I want her to be. [shoots Sam] Has anybody else around her got any fancy ideas about Pearl Chavez? Well, don't seem to be no takers.
I've been working on the railroad, all the live-long day...
I'm riding back to that hitching post and then turning and starting to shoot.
It's more than you did for Sam Pierce! Why all the consideration?
I just don't want them fancy friends of yours to say you had a brother who shot you down in cold blood.
Get on with it. Say what you have to say.
"When the Jews return to Zion, and a comet rips the sky, and the Holy Roman Empire rises, then you and I must die. From the Eternal Sea, He rises, creating armies on either shore, turning man against his brother, till man exists, no more." The Book of Revelation predicted it all.
I'm not here to listen to a sermon.
It is by means of a human personality entirely in his possession that Satan will wage his last formidable offence.
You said that my wife was--
Go to the city of Megiddo... in the old city of Jezreel. There see the old man Bugenhagen. He alone can describe how the child must die.
Look here--
He who will not be saved by the lamb will be torn by the beast!
Will you stop? I'm here because you said my wife is in danger.
She is pregnant.
You're mistaken. That's nonsense.
He'll not allow the child to be born. He will kill it while it slumbers in the womb.
What in God's name are you talking about?
Your son, Mr. Thorn. The Son of the Devil. He will kill the unborn child. Then he will kill your wife. And then, when he is certain to inherit all that is yours, then, Mr. Thorn... he will kill you.
That's enough.
And with your wealth and power he will establish his counterfeit kingdom here on Earth, receiving his power directly from Satan!
You're insane.
He must die Mr. Thorn!
You asked for five minutes... and you've got five minutes.
Go to the city of Megiddo. See Bugenhagen before it's too late.
Robert Thorn. Now I've heard you. I want you to hear me. I never want to see you again.
You'll see me in Hell, Mr. Thorn. There we will share out our sentence.
You must accept Christ as your saviour. You must accept him now.
Forgive me, Father, but I understand that you have a matter of some urgent personal business?
You must take communion. Drink the blood of Christ and eat his flesh. Only if he is within you can you defeat the son of the devil.
I see.
He's killed once, he'll kill again. He'll kill until everything that's yours is his.
...
I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn, the night your son was born. I witnessed the birth. I beg you.
All right. Stand by. [to Father Brennan] What do you want?
To save you, Mr. Thorn. So Christ will forgive me.
What do you know about my son?
Everything.
And what is that?
I saw its mother.
You saw my wife.
I saw its mother.
You're referring to my wife!
Its mother, Mr. Thorn.
If this is blackmail, then come out and say it! What are you trying to say?
His mother was a ja- [security guards burst into the office]
I know this is a difficult time for you, so I'll not intrude on your grief. I'm here to take away some of your troubles and anxieties. We'll soon help your little boy to forget what's happened. I'm afraid, sir, that some of our young nannies, they get homesick, or they have boyfriend problems. I left all that behind a long time ago. Well, now, if you'll let me see your boy?
Well, yes, of course. He's upstairs. I'll show you where it is.
Why don't you just leave us alone at first? Let us get acquainted in our own way.
Well, he's shy with new people.
Oh, no. Not with me, he won't be.
...
I like her.
She seems alright.
Where'd you find her?
Where did I find her?
Yeah.
I didn't find her. I assumed you found her.
He betrayed me, he betrayed you, he betrayed the Aryan race!
Did you kill Wheelock?
No, he's in the kitchen mixing us some cocktails!
Get a doctor!
I am a doctor, idiot.
Don't you come near him!
Shut up, you ugly bitch.
I requested permission to bomb the Yangtze bridges to keep the Chinese out of Korea. They said, "You might bomb the southern half of the bridges only." In my 50 years of military service, I have never learned how to bomb HALF a bridge!
You see, General, my people are going to laugh if I fell in deep water. I cannot swim!
That's not so bad, Mr. President. Everyone's about to see that I can't walk on water.
General, sir! Excuse me, sir, but we just killed a Jap sniper here not five minutes ago!
Fine, son! That's the best thing to do with 'em!
Does the name of Margaret Wells convey anything to you?
Yes, sir.
What does that name convey to you?
Well, I must try to help your memory. I put it to you that some years ago you were engaged to Margaret Wells of Three Rivers, Quebec; that on your wedding day she left you at the church door and went off with a saddler named Richard Truton.
That is finished! That is in the past!
Your question may be relevant, Mr Keane; its relevance escapes me.
M'lord, I submit that the witness has shown, in his evidence and also in his behavior, an almost pathological bias against, not only my client, but against all women.
I may be stupid, but I fail to understand what this jilting has to do with the case; after seeing the witness and observing his appearance and bearing, I should be inclined to regard the young lady's conduct as pathological, not his.
I know why you wanted to see me - she sent you.
She? Mrs. Paradine doesn't even know that I'm here. She had nothing to do with it.
It seems I'm wrong then.
Why would she send me?
She might have her reasons.
I don't know what they might be.
But perhaps you don't know her as I do.
Mrs. Paradine is my client. I know her as her lawyer, that's sufficient for me.
You may not think it, but you're on the wrong side, sir, and I tell you so.
What do you mean exactly by that? You'd better make yourself clear.
Excuse me, sir. You have only known Mrs. Paradine since she is in prison. Is it not so?
Yes.
Then how can you know her? If you did, I should not need to tell you that only Almighty God or the black Devil himself knows what's going on in that head of hers.
I won't hear anything more against her.
I know what I'm talking about; what I say is true. I know her. And I will tell you one thing more, I will tell you about Mrs. Paradine - she's bad, bad to the bone! If ever there was an evil woman, she is one.
Would you mind getting out of here? I don't want any dirty, lying sneaks in my room. Get out!
Very good, sir, as you wish. [leaving] If you would allow me, sir, I'm very sorry for you - and God help you.
Is anyone living at the hall now?
Only the caretaker, Mrs. Clarr - maybe Andre's back from London now. They say he knows more about the poor Colonel's death than he would tell. He's a **** one, all right.
In what way?
Oh, I don't know. He keeps himself to himself - perhaps that's because he's foreign. They never do seem quite the same, do they, sir?






