:41:00
Up every morning with enough
of the failing strength...
:41:03
that finally deserted her last year
at Miami Beach at the age of 91...
:41:08
to face another day
of hopelessness and despair.
:41:12
3134 Biscayne Boulevard.
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God.
:41:19
And you tell me you don't want him
in the ceremony!
:41:26
Look at these hands.
The hands of a judge?
:41:29
The hands of a professional man?
:41:32
Not on your sweet life.
:41:34
The hands of a worker!
:41:36
I worked!
:41:38
These hands toiled
from the time I was nine.
:41:41
Strike that. Seven.
Every morning up at 5:00...
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dressing in the pitch black to run down
seven flights of stairs, 13 steps a flight...
:41:49
I'll never forget them... to run
five blocks to the Washington market...
:41:52
unpacking crates
for 75 cents a week.
:41:55
A dollar if I worked
on Sundays. Maybe.
:41:59
Where was my God then?
:42:02
Where, on those
bitter cold mornings...
:42:06
with my hands so blue with frostbite
they looked like ladies' gloves...
:42:10
was God?
:42:12
Here. In my heart.
:42:16
Where he was, has been
and will always be...
:42:21
till the day they carry me feetfirst
out of this courtroom.
:42:25
Knock wood.
God grants it soon.
:42:28
My first murder trial...
Where you going? I'm not finished.
:42:31
- You're not gonna marry us.
- I'm not finished.
:42:34
Don't be a smart punk.
:42:36
You're a know-it-all
wise-guy punk, aren't ya?
:42:39
I've seen your kind.
:42:42
You'll come up before me again!
[Echoes]
:42:49
[Big Band On Radio]
:42:55
You were never married before?