ASSASSIN OF YOUTH

John. Don't open the door. The young couple just registered here. Where are they? Upstairs. Then show us the room. Come on, boy. Who is it? Open up. It's the police. What's your name? Mary Crane. Give me that key. All right. Come on, you're going with me. Well, I see you got him all right. Hurry up, get in the car. Wait a minute, Mr. Crane. I've got to find my girl. I'll tell you news comes first. Where are we going? We're going back to town to get the real story and you're going with me. You can't kidnap me. No, it's against the law. What about the freedom of the press? Yeah, you can't take me away like this. I want to get a lawyer, Jack Howard. All right. Oh, Miss Jacobs. Joan Barry's in jail. Joan, darling, what happened? I can't tell you, Mother. Why not? Because I can't say anything without Art Brighton. Well, what's he got to do with it? I can't tell you, Mother. You must tell me, Joan. The hearing on the will is today and I've got to know what happened for your sake. Oh, good morning, Mr. Bateman. How are you? Just fine, just fine. Here comes that old tomcat on a gossip wagon. JOAN BARRY'S IN JAIL. YOU'D MAKE A GOOD Paul Revere. What did she say? She said Joan Barry was in jail. Say, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? GOING TO GET HER OUT, WHAT DO YOU THINK? Have it quiet, please. It was my original intention to render my decision in the privacy of my official chambers. Seems to be so many people in this town interested in Elizabeth Barry's will that I decided to hold a public hearing. Hello, hello operator. Operator, I've got to find Pop Brady. Please, I've got to find him. It's important. And furthermore, there have been certain individuals guilty of unlawful attempts to influence the court of our fair city and impede the progress of the wheels of justice. We will proceed. Miss Mary, stand up. Is it true that you were arrested on a morals charge? Yes. Is it also true that on a previous occasion you were in a state of intoxication? Yes. Yes. Where are you? What's going on down there? That nurse wouldn't tell me a thing. Where's Joan? She's in jail. She's where? I said in jail. I got her out for the hearing. I don't know how you did it, but you certainly fixed things up in a pretty mess getting Joan into this trouble. Let me tell you one thing, young fella. Save it, Pop. You've told me enough. Now listen, get this straight. Huh? Delay it? You've got to delay that hearing until I get there. Delay it? Say I'll bust that court wide open. Proceed, Miss Frisbee. You know me well enough, George, Judge, to know that I would be the last person in this the last person in this town to say a word against anyone. But the night they ran THEIR AUTO THE NIGHT SAY THEIR AUTOMOBILE INTO MY HOUSE. JOAN BARRY WAS A JOAN BARRY WAS AS NAKED AS A DAY BIRD. EXCUSE ME, GEORGE. I MEAN, YOUR HONOR. Must be my hay fever. Well, it seems to me you developed that hay fever mighty sudden, Henry Brady. Wouldn't it have for years? Must be that goldenrod we used, George. Took a long time for that goldenrod to penetrate that thick skull of yours. Well, I notice it ain't got through yours yet. Mr. Brady, you're out of order. Sit down. Now, as I was saying, your honor, I was Proceed, Mrs. Brady. What did you say? I said, proceed. Oh, yes. Now, let me see. Where was I? Oh, yes. About the time Joan Barry stayed out all night. Some people said she was innocent. But I always say, where there's smoke, there's fire. Oh, you do? Yes. Henry Brady, one more irregularity and I'll fine you for contempt of court. Now, if you have any evidence you wish to present for anything in this case under consideration, you will be heard. Now, now, Judge, your honor. With your permission. All right, proceed. Will you be seated, Henrietta? Uh Uh just for a moment, please. Things are no different than uh Well, give whatever evidence you wish to present. WELL, I WILL IF YOU'LL STOP INTERRUPTING ME. You proceed or sit down. Well, first of all, will you enlighten me on one point? What's Joan accused of? Moral turpitude. Moral turpitude. Mhm. Judge Herbert, where was you on the night of June 6th, 1908? Uh that's beside the point. No, it ain't. And I'll tell you where you was. You was locked up all night with a young lady in Henry Hopper's harness barn. You said it was an accident. So did you, Henry. You did. But for quite some time after, you referred to uh George here as uh sweetie chick. And furthermore, if I remember correctly, there was quite some scandal in our fair community. And the subject of it was moral turpitude. Yeah, but times have changed. No, they ain't. You was lucky to talk yourself out of a shotgun marriage. There wasn't any harm in it any more than there was in Joan here staying out all night. Henry Grady, I'll fine you for contempt of court. Well, go ahead and fine. But contempt I ain't going to have my say. You have insulted the dignity of this court, and I order you to leave this room. I ain't going. Bailiff, remove him. You'll be sorry for this. I'LL FINE YOU $25 for contempt of court. You can't fine me. Well, I just did, didn't I? For the last time, take him out of here, Bailiff. TAKE HIM OUT OF HERE. TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME. DON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE. GET OUT OF MY WAY. HENRY, GET OFF ME. YOU FREAKING I CAN'T I WARN YOU. THIS COURT WILL TOLERATE NO more of this upheaval. Can't you go any faster than this? Judge Herbert, may I say something? Why, of course, Mary. Well, I hardly know how to start. My daughter has done things that I do not condone myself and I won't attempt to explain them. Only she can do that and she won't, not even to me. But I know my little girl and nothing convinces me that she did wrong. Give Linda Clayton the money. I want none of it. But find out what's going on in your fair city as you call it. Make my daughter Joan tell you where she was and what happened. Joan Barry, stand up. I am at a complete loss to understand your motives in offering no testimony to refute the accusations made against you. Your insistent denial is not enough and your statement that one Arthur Brighton can explain everything is of no moment to this court as Arthur Brighton has made no appearance in your behalf. You have left me no choice. Linda Clayton, stand up. It is the order of this court that you, Joan Barry be put Disturbance! What is the MEANING OF THIS INTERRUPTION? DISTURBANCE! I have here the first copy off the press of the newspaper for which I work as a reporter. It concerns everyone in this room. Marijuana, the assassin of youth, the scourge of our country, is reaching out like a mad killer, mowing down the youth of our land, distorting their minds and leading them into lives of degradation and crime. This evil has struck here, your honor. Right in your own home and has turned innocent play into tragic orgies. Why, at this very moment your courtroom is filled with smokers of this terrible weed. How dare anyone accuse Joan Barry? She was helping me to uncover the source of this living death in your town. Why, in this very case, it was used as a companion of certain people to ruin the characters, yes, even the lives of others in order that they might satisfy their greed for money. I refer to one of the litigants in this case. Linda Clayton. That's a lie. I suppose it's also a lie that you taught a sweet little girl how to smoke that weed. Little Marjorie Barry, who at this very moment is lying at death's door. That's why Joan helped me. And I have proof, your honor. Pop, open that door. Come in. Step aside. Hey. You say two or three shots of vanilla in this here cream and flip. I guess it don't make no difference. Joan Barry and I are right. You're going TO BE MARRIED. YOU'RE TELLING ME? MHM.