- Victor Emmric: It's a wretched night.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Maybe it's only you who is wretched, Victor.
- Supt. John R. Buckley: Why have you come here?
- Victor Emmric: I have always had a supressed desire to see a grave opened... especially at night.
- Mrs. Vicky Benson: You ought to have a police whistle too - just in case.
- Victor Emmric: Yes, I should, but how would you blow a whistle if somebody cut your throat?
- Mrs. Vicky Benson: I never thought of that - no wind!
- Victor Emmric: [talking about having just seen Supt. Buckley] Oh, he thought he was very clever. He was trying to draw me out about Lottie, so, it cost him a lot of his liquor.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: [laughs] Lottie again, huh?
- Victor Emmric: Yes, he said they'd been watching her, and they know every movement she's made since they've released her.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Every movement?
- Victor Emmric: Say, that's a very disturbing thought.
- [they both laugh]
- Victor Emmric: [checking bottle of chilled champagne] *Just* right.
- [looking at the label]
- Victor Emmric: Hmm. 1881. Huh huh.
- Arthur Kendall: I say, Victor- if you aren't with a new girl, you're with an old bottle.
- [Victor chuckles]
- Arthur Kendall: Don't you ever get tired?
- Victor Emmric: Perhaps, but can you think of a better way?
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Ah, Victor, political differences such as Russell and Kendall indulge in are actually signs of a healthy condition.
- Victor Emmric: 'To your good health! And this, sir, is to be an evening of wine, women and song.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Wine, women and song? Victor you flatter me. You know I can't sing.
- [first lines]
- bell ringer: [ringing the Newgate Prison bell, signaling the proceeding of the execution] May God grant mercy on your soul.
- English Policeman: [greeting the superintendent by the front gate as he leaves the prison] Superintendent Grodman Sir, good morning.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Good morning, sergeant.
- English Policeman: Are you leaving so soon? It won't be long now, sir.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Do you want to watch a man walk to the gallows knowing you'd sent him there?
- English Policeman: He's only getting what he deserves. You *proved* him guilty of murder, sir.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Guilty beyond doubt.
- Chaplain: [reading Job 14:2 out of his King James Version of the Bible] 'Man, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow... In the midst of life we are in death: of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord.'
- English Policeman: It was a difficult case, sir; and if I may say so, you handled it with great success.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: Success? Ours is a profession of disturbing contradiction, sergeant. To man who builds a great ship or composes a classic symphony, success means the fruits he tastes are sweet. To us, the success is too often measured by the number of lives we have taken. The fruit is bitter.
- English Policeman: But sir...
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: But I have no personal feeling - we're only instruments of justice, like the court which condemns.
- English Policeman: [looking up at the black flag being raised over the prison, signalling that the death penalty has been served] Black flag: it's all over now, sir.
- Supt. George Edward Grodman: [removing his hat and placing it over his heart to show respect] May his soul rest in peace.