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Good evening. We have here one of the latest and most improved parking meters.

The old type merely indicated a violation, and unless a policeman

the driver could get off scot -free.

This meter assures us that the violator will be punished.

Needless to say, even if the automobile is hauled away, it can easily be

identified, and so can the driver if he is within range.

The advantages are not all on the side of the law, however, for this device

will blow away any parking ticket left on your windshield.

And now I see our sponsor is parked in a one -minute zone, following which we

shall have tonight's story.

Fill it up, please. High test. Yes, sir.

You got anything to drink around here?

No. Try the drugstore across the street.

Close shave, officer.

Did you see that red light?

No, I didn't. I guess I must have been daydreaming. Sorry.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

Get back up on that curb.

What's

your

name? My name's Leon Gorwald. I'm a salesman.

Traveling for Collins and Company, haberdashery.

Mister, I'm going to slap a ticket on you.

What for?

Crossing against that red light.

You violated the traffic code.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Let's be reasonable.

Let me have your identification, Mr. Gorwald.

I'm going to make you men from out of town pay a little more attention to the

laws around here.

Now, listen, officer.

What do you say we forget the whole thing, huh?

You, uh... You offering me that money?

Mine couldn't be much more than that.

Let's just say I'm skipping the middleman, okay?

Taking me in? You mean to jail? That's right.

The charge is a violation of the traffic code and attempted bribery.

But you can't do that to me.

I've got to be in Center City by morning. I've got customers to see.

I'm behind schedule already.

Get in.

But what about my car? I've got it over at the garage.

Your car's sitting around the prison parking lot.

You can pick it up when you're released.

Look, I was just trying to save us both some trouble, that's all.

You can't blame a guy for that.

Oh, come on, can't you listen to me?

Marty!

Now, when do I get to see a magistrate? Hey, Sheriff! I mean, I know my rights.

I'm entitled to a hearing before a magistrate. Marty, Shadi, anybody here?

I think it's the own out to lunch or something.

I'll just have to do the honors myself.

Date?

What'd you say your name was?

Gorwald. Leon Gorwald.

G -O -R -W -A -L -D.

Leon. Address?

1070 North Drive, Philadelphia.

All right, Mr. Gorwald.

You follow me, please.

Now, I want to see a judge.

I'm entitled to see a judge.

He'll see one.

I can find him.

It's Sunday, mister. Things are pretty quiet around here on Sunday.

In you go.

Hey, now I'll go over to Judge West's house and tell him he's got a customer.

You just sit tight. But you can't leave me here alone.

Don't worry, mister. You'll keep.

I'll find some company for you.

understand where they all went.

Well, where you been?

Carly, am I glad to see you.

Saw your car out in front and I said, thank goodness. Sheriff, what are you

talking about? And what's the idea of leaving the jail unattended?

Now, Carly, don't fuck with me.

We've had the worst crime that ever happened in Longford. You mean you

heard about it?

No, what crime?

Now we got the fella that did it, that is, Sandy and me. I'd like you to help

haul him in and lock him up.

For the love of Pete, what's he doing in there?

Prisoner.

Sure, who is it you want to lock up and what's he supposed to have done?

Worst thing I ever saw, Carly.

Lord knows I've seen a lot in France, in the war, but nothing as bad as this.

It was the Fremont girl, you know her?

No.

Her folks run a chicken farm about six miles out of town.

Her kid brother found her out in the woods about a quarter mile behind the

house.

She was kind of pretty.

She ain't pretty anymore, Carly.

That fella used a knife on her.

You say you've got the killer?

Yeah. Out in Sandy's car. He gave us a hard time at first, but he's quiet now.

You want to help us fetch him in?

Yeah, all right.

And I better make a report in the headquarters. They may want me out

Is the body still refunded? I left a deputy.

What about that one? What did he do?

Jaywalking.

And attempted bribery.

I want to see a judge.

Let me pay the fine and get out of here.

Yeah.

Carly, under the circumstances, why don't we just let him go?

What's the matter, Monty? Too much for you to handle?

Now, you know that isn't... Look, a prisoner's a prisoner.

I'll go to Judge Webster and get him a hearing, and we'll see.

You always wear a stickler like your old man.

That's right.

All right, I'll tell you what.

You and Sandy bring in the prisoner, and I'll try and get Judge Webster on the

phone, all right?

Hello, Emma.

Will you get me Judge Webster home, please?

Hello, is the judge in? It is the sheriff.

Well, when do you expect him?

Well, when he comes in, will you tell him, please, to call the county jail?

No, it doesn't matter when. Just tell him to call the jail.

I talk to the judge.

Ah, shut up.

I

don't

think you'll give us any more trouble, Sheriff.

I think I knocked some of the fight out of him.

What's your name, mister?

He doesn't talk much.

He won't get anywhere that way.

Sheriff, please, you've got to let me out of here. You can't keep me locked

What about the judge, Sheriff?

You reach him?

He and his wife went to Blank to visit her folks.

He ought to be back in town by ten.

Could we call him there?

Well, it's after six. Take him three hours to get to town. Maybe we ought to

him have his supper. Yeah.

Sorry, mister, we're doing the best we can.

Never mind him, he'll keep.

How'd you catch up to this one?

Well, he must have been trying to hitchhike his way through town.

We never saw him before.

He tried to pick up a ride not a hundred yards from where we found the body. So

he stopped him.

Ran like crazy.

Sandy caught up with him and he put up a good fight.

So Sandy had the pistol with him a little bit.

There might be a mechanic somewhere from the looks of those old coveralls.

Sandy, how about showing me the way out to the freeway, please?

Sure, if it's all right with the sheriff.

All right with me.

I'll make my report to headquarters in a minute.

You sure you can handle things all right?

Don't worry about that.

I'll make out fine.

But what about me?

What about me?

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

You take care.

Sheriff?

Sheriff, please, I want to talk to you.

What do you want, mister?

Look, it's been hours.

Hasn't even been an hour.

You just be patient.

But I'm entitled to a hearing.

You know that, don't you?

Well, you are entitled to one phone call, that's for sure.

Anyone you want to call?

Well, who am I going to call? I don't... know anybody in this rotten town.

Look,

all I did was to cross the street against the light. You can't lock up a

jaywalking.

Well, Carly thought it was a good idea.

Well, maybe you got more sense than him.

Maybe if I paid you the fine...

Well, take it. Take it.

Go on, Sheriff.

Take it.

Shut up.

You too.

What are you doing here? I thought you went with Carly to the Fremont place.

No, I didn't go.

He thought I ought to stay here when we saw that bunch over at Petrie's.

What bunch?

Something's going on, Sheriff.

When we come outside, we see this big bunch hanging around outside Petrie's

place, talking up, you know how they get.

And old man Petrie says, happy as a jaybird, he's selling drinks like it was

Year's Eve.

Well, Carly thought there might be some kind of trouble, so he told me to hang

around and see.

What kind of trouble? What are you being so mysterious for?

Sheriff, you know the men in this town, and you know how mean they can get.

But don't think they don't know about that Fremont girl getting killed.

Now, you can't keep a thing like that a secret the way you used that knife on

her.

Now, that's what they're talking about, understand?

Well, what's so unusual about that? What do you expect them to talk about?

Monty, now, you've been sheriff in this town a long time, and you have never

seen any real trouble.

That's right.

Those guys in Petrie's Bar are putting away a lot of drinks.

And they're talking crazy. They know we've arrested the girl's killer, and

that's what they're talking about, understand?

Sandy, will you please talk plain? Is this plain enough for you? They are

talking about lynching.

Lynching?

You're crazy.

I was there at the bar listening to them. Now they're ready to bust loose.

You don't know how fast these kind of things can happen.

I saw it one time in Perryville when I was a kid.

I don't see a thing.

Maybe if I call Petrie. Just take my word for it, they'll be coming. Now,

got to do something and do it now.

Well, what can I do?

Don't believe this.

Will you believe it when you see him at the end of a rope?

Rope? Who said rope?

Huh? Who said rope? You quiet down.

This has nothing to do with you.

Sheriff, please. I want to see the judge.

Sheriff's office, Deputy Bill Sanderson.

What's that?

Speak.

Yeah, Joe?

Yeah, thanks a lot.

Well, if we're going to do something, Sheriff, we'd better do it now.

Petrie said a bunch of them just started over this way, and the way they've been

drinking, working themselves up, it's a sure thing they mean business.

You let me out. You let me out of here.

Oh, Sheriff.

Sheriff, please, I can't stay here. You've got to let me go.

Sandy, you better get that shotgun we're keeping packed. Now, look, Sheriff, if

you're thinking about holding off that... I don't think we have any

Now, get the gun and stop wasting time. Look, you've got to get me out of this.

They're not going to lynch me.

Nobody's going to lynch me. We'll take Carrier. That's our... Open the door.

How many did you say there were? It's about 20 and it's getting bigger by the

minute. You got to get me out of here. Sheriff, I'll be killed if you don't get

that judge. He's right here. We should let him out. What? I don't mean set him

free. I mean just transfer him to himself.

Well, maybe you're all right. Maybe we should get him out of here before we're

forced to shoot our friend. But what about me? You can't leave me in here.

go out and see if I can slow him down some.

Now, you take the prisoner and go out to the parking lot in the back and get in

the car and head out to Fremont's place. You're talking sense, boy. And you can

handcuff him to the seat so he won't give you any trouble. Sheriff, will you

listen to me? You shut up!

Now, you can pick up Carly out there and he'll know what to do next.

Think you can handle him, sir?

Yeah, but not for long, so you better hurry. Yeah, come on, Sheriff, hurry up.

All right, quiet down.

All right, you're going to get your wish, bud. Back up.

Now, take it easy and no funny.

Hold up your paws.

Sarah, please!

All right, take them off.

What? Take off your clothes, buddy. Take them off.

What are you talking about? I said take those clothes off. I want it. Come on.

These are for you. No, no, no. I don't want them. Put them on. No.

Put them on.

Hurry up.

All right.

Step out of there. Come on.

No,

don't make me go in there. Please.

Please.

Don't leave me in here, please. They'll think I'm you. They'll kill me. So long,

buddy. Thanks a lot for your help.

No, don't leave me in here, please!

Don't leave me!

Sheriff.

Sheriff, please.

Wake up, Sheriff.

I'm not the man. I'm not the one.

He got away.

No, no.

No, I'm not the one.

Hand me the keys.

I'm not the one.

Listen, I'm not.

I'm not the one.

I'm not the one.

I'm not the one.

to tell a kid.

Oh, my head.

What happened?

You got quite a bump.

But then so did the sheriff.

Could have been worse, though. Could have been worse for both of you.

They tried to kill me.

Yeah, I know what happened.

But that's all over now.

Thanks, Danny, for standing up.

When he saw I couldn't stop, Suddenly, Kim got Edmonds and me down at the

crossroads.

We drove back up there as fast as we could.

They sure gave me a bad time. We had to fire a few shots over the crowd.

That and the police car, I guess, sobered them up.

Lucky for all of us.

The mechanic?

We lost him, I'm afraid. He got away in all the fuss, but we'll catch up to him.

I, uh... I guess we've given you enough of a bad time, Mr. Gowal.

The town's going to put you up in a motel for the night, and tomorrow

buy a new suit of clothes.

As for the jaywalking charge, you can just forget about that. Fair enough?

Fair enough.

From now on, you watch where you're going, huh?

Don't worry.

I intend to be very careful.

Good.

I'll get you something to wear for the time being, and then we'll get you

squared away.

Hi. Hi.

Want to live?

Yes, thank you.

Well, hop in.

By the way, I wouldn't worry about that female hitchhiker if I were you.

That was John Charles Wentworth, the gentleman who later authored a book, I

Was a Girl for the FBI.

There was another announcement I was to make, but I can't remember it.

Give me one minute and perhaps I can.

I now remember the announcement I wanted to make.

We shall return next week at this same time. Until then...

Good night.