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( suspenseful theme playing )

( door shuts )

All right, hold it.

Let's hold it right there.

Come on, private fuzz.

Can't we take a walk?

You're gonna take a walk, right back to that home you came from.

We came from the planet Ralph.

We were just cutting across the Glens' front yard.

You're not gonna wake 'em up for that.

OFFICER: Back to the house. We'll see what's going on.

Back, come on, let's go.

( doorbell dings )

This is your friendly neighborhood wake-up service.

It's now 2 a. m. Sunday morning.

You'd better wake up. ( giggles )

Somebody stepped on your grass.

Uh, sorry to wake you, miss, but I caught these three coming from your house.

You must be mistaken. They weren't in this house.

You sure?

- Of course. My parents are upstairs sleeping,

and I've been downstairs wide awake,

so I know there's been no one here.

( suspenseful theme swells )

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

John Larche, John Rubinstein,

Louise Latham, Keith Andes.

Dianne Hull.

ANNOUNCER:

( dramatic theme playing )

CANNON: Compulsion.

I suppose everybody has a compulsion of some sort.

I suspect that sometimes nature invented the pistachio nut

as a device to control the compulsion to eat.

You know, by the time you get 'em shelled, you've lost your appetite.

Are you telling me those kids were under compulsion

to do what they did?

Or what they didn't do, depending on whether we believe

the private patrolman or your daughter.

Mr. Cannon, those creeps definitely broke into my house,

took a vase from the bedroom, slashed my jacket,

which of course makes absolutely no sense at all.

Maybe the fact that it doesn't make sense makes sense.

I don't understand that.

Well, you know, when I look at a picture straight on

and don't get it, I try looking at it sideways.

I think we've gotta ask ourselves a question:

Why did your daughter lie?

He must have told her to.

Larry, the head freak. - Larry Bollinger? -Yes.

Yes, he runs those kids.

A whole group of young people from the best families in town.

They think he's some sort of a mystical being, a god,

a prophet at the very least.

It's incredible.

Anyway, my... My wife and I have made up our minds,

we need a private detective.

But we don't wanna engage one in our own town.

Well, gossip. That sort of thing.

So we're turning to you.

To do exactly what?

Susan only comes to us once in a blue moon,

when she needs a square meal.

The rest of the time she's at that ranch

where Bollinger and those kids hang out.

Mr. Cannon, we want you to bring our daughter home.

Manhandling teenage girls isn't exactly my specialty.

I-I don't mean use force.

Just show Bollinger up for what he really is.

It's common talk in town

that he's done all kinds of criminal things,

or instigated them,

but nobody can prove it.

Susan's a sweet girl, a good girl.

She'd walk away from Bollinger if she knew the truth about him.

Mr. Glen, you know, the truth is like the rain.

It doesn't care who gets wet.

I'll gamble on that.

Just get enough on Bollinger to break his whole sick cult,

before something serious happens.

This jacket that you neglected to tell the police about,

from the looks of it,

somebody was standing within a few feet of your bed

holding a deadly weapon.

In my book, something serious has already happened.

( ominous theme playing )

( knocking )

VOICES: No.

Do we honor anything in our past?

ALL: No.

LARRY: Is it not so? ALL: It is so.

Is it not so? It is so.

Is it not so? It is so!

LARRY: Does that matter to us?

ALL: No.

In all our yesterdays, is there one day

that is still alive?

ALL: No.

Therefore, in fire and in earth,

we will bury the former self of Susan Glen.

Live.

Live.

And let the powers of darkness remind you

that even the word "live",

when the letters are turned around,

becomes "evil."

What the day makes live,

the night makes evil.

Is it not so?

ALL: It is so.

Is it not so?

ALL: It is so.

Is it not so?!

ALL: It is so!

Then so be it.

Susan.

Do I know you?

( chuckles )

My name is Cannon.

I'm a student of ancient rites and rituals,

but, uh, that's a new one on me.

( chuckles )

You don't look like a student, Mr. Cannon.

Well, you don't look like something

the night could make evil either.

Oh, that.

It's a ritual Larry invented.

It has what he calls an ultimate meaning.

Oh, I see.

Did my parents ask you to come here?

Eh, well, I guess I'm just not the right shape

to be mysterious, am I? Heh!

Yes, they did, Susan.

She doesn't have any parents anymore, mister.

She was born again today.

You see, now she is Sister Lilith,

first wife of Adam.

No kidding?

You know, as I understand it,

Adam's first wife tempted him with a chocolate bar.

How about it? Hee-hee! Come on.

You really think it's serious?

Listen, Susie, heh,

any time you catch me inhaling a double malted

in the line of duty, you know it's serious.

Cheers.

I don't wanna hurt my parents, Mr. Cannon.

I love them.

Why don't you go home to them, then?

I can't.

It's like I just don't belong there anymore.

Too big for my bed or something.

I wanna find out who I am and where I belong.

And you think Bollinger can help you with that, huh?

You know, Susie, you're not a child anymore

listening to ghost stories around a fire at a summer camp.

Let's see how really grown-up you are.

What were those kids doing in your parents' home

last Sunday night, and why did you lie about it?

Well, it was a ritual Larry designed

as an act of faith.

You surrender your will, your consciousness completely,

so you can live above and beyond.

Very well-spoken, Susan. Let's go.

The young lady isn't finished.

As a matter of fact, why don't you sit down

and have a chocolate malted?

You look like you could use one.

I'm finished.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Cannon.

Thank you, Susan. Mr. Cannon,

we welcome open-minded observers out at our ranch,

but not hostile intruders.

Now, that's private property out there.

If I were you, I wouldn't trespass anymore.

Really?

Why, that's kind of a shame, because I was thinking about

inviting the police out to see one of your little shows.

Oh, the police won't bother us, Mr. Cannon.

Believe me, I know.

See, the chief's my father.

I bet he doesn't advertise it.

I think I'm getting some bad vibrations from you, Cannon.

Young man, when I start to vibrate,

you won't have to think, you'll know.

Bye, Susan.

Bye.

Bye.

Look, Cannon, I've been on the police force

here for 25 years and chief for ten.

And I don't have any need for any private investigator

to help me keep the peace.

Well, you did invite me to sit down, didn't you?

When you're shaped like I am, you pick the softest place.

Be my guest. Thank you.

Oh, how about some coffee?

Uh, no, thanks, I have to watch my liquids.

The only other thing I have to watch are my solids.

Now, let's see, uh, speeding, more speeding, more speeding.

Heh. Curfew violation.

Bollinger must have been a lot younger then.

Well, we booked a lot of curfew violations.

But as a result,

you can hear a pin drop after 10:00 in this town.

How about a knife?

There's nothing in that file to justify any charges

against Larry Bollinger.

Liquor store breaking and entering violation.

The Bollinger kid just happened to be in the neighborhood.

No indication that he broke in,

and anyway, nothing was stolen.

One week later, somebody broke in again,

this time smashed every bottle in the place.

Never found out who did it.

You can rest assured it wasn't a heavy drinker.

Eh, here's something.

College chemistry lab, explosion, fire.

Huh. A professor was killed, huh?

Yes, he was working with propulsion chemicals.

You know, we got an anonymous tip that Larry Bollinger

had a grudge against the professor.

What for?

Low grades.

What's the difference?

There's nothing, absolutely nothing,

to tie Larry Bollinger in with that explosion.

What about the kids that the private patrol

picked up at the Glen house, hm?

Yeah, well, the private patrol says one thing,

and the Glen girl says another.

How am I supposed to know?

Why don't you ask your son?

He might know. He was there, wasn't he?

"Father" is only a title after kids reach a certain age.

Yeah, I know.

Wonder how it works.

Do the fathers resign, or do the kids just quit?

Now, look, Cannon,

all those kids hanging out with Bollinger

are mostly over 21.

They make candles and sandals and paper flowers.

A little boy-girl hanky-panky,

but I wasn't hired to change the world.

Yeah, I know. I was a cop myself.

Well, I'm telling you:

decent kids from the best families in town.

Decent kids don't go around molesting old men, do they?

What?

Here.

Harry Smith claims that he was molested

by the Bollinger group last week.

That skid row wino.

A human derelict. How can you molest a derelict?

Did you ask him?

Of course we asked him,

but with that type of individual,

there's a communications problem.

Well, you should be happy I'm in town, then.

I'm a communications specialist.

( jazz piano playing in distance )

There you go, Harry.

You...? You a cop?

No, I'm not a cop, Harry.

You're not a cop.

Well, you don't have anything against the cops anyway, do you?

I understand you went to pay 'em a visit last week.

Last week? Mm-hm.

No, no, I... I haven't been in the tank since...

I don't remember when, honest.

Oh, I don't mean the drunk tank.

You went to the police to register a complaint.

You said some kids molested you.

Don't you remember?

Why did they do that? Why?

What did they do?

Harry, you can tell me.

I don't know why they made me do that.

I-I don't know why.

What did they make you do, Harry?

They made me dig my own grave.

My own grave.

Where?

Do you remember where?

In the cemetery.

My own grave.

They were a bunch of devils, that's what they were.

Had you seen any of them before?

Would you know them?

I had some children once, did you know that?

No, I didn't.

Oh, there was Freddie

and Georgiana...

Uh...

Harry, uh, I know you've got a busy schedule,

but, uh, would you do me a favor

and see that you can get a couple of square meals

in you in the next day or so?

You do that for me, huh?

( sniffs )

Okay.

( ominous theme playing )

All right, what is this?

What gives?

Okay, if you don't wanna talk to me,

stick around a couple of minutes,

and you can talk to the police.

( ringing )

Hello?

LARRY ( on phone ): You don't need to be afraid, Cannon.

You're not part of the plan yet.

Who is this?

Uh, just a voice in the night.

You hear voices in the night, don't you, Cannon?

What do you want?

I don't wanna kill you, Cannon, but I can.

I think you know that now, don't you?

Come on, get to the punch line.

I love a good laugh too.

Just leave town, Cannon, and don't stir things up.

Just get out now,

because I can kill you any time I want to...

( car starts ) and you won't even see me.

( ominous theme swells )

( dramatic theme playing )

Why didn't you call us last night when it happened?

By the time I could have made the call, it was all over.

Well, look, uh, can you identify any of them?

Well?

I'm not sure.

Well, any wild guesses to match that wild story?

I don't make wild guesses.

I've seen too many innocent people

sweating under hot lights.

Do you think my son was among those kids?

I don't make wild guesses about police chiefs' sons, either.

But I do know one thing for sure,

that that was no harmless little street corner game

that those kids were playing.

And meanwhile, back at the ranch,

more crimes are being plotted, right? Right.

But when was the last time you bothered looking out there?

I'm a policeman. Are you saying I close my...?

You're also a city employee in a town that takes great pride

in its image of peace and tranquility.

Well, I give you one old wino

down on skid row, alias Harry Smith,

who has a completely different picture

of your lovely little town.

Skid row winos have all kinds of pictures in their heads.

And I've got one piece of information for you,

for your personal file.

Yeah, I found out how you molest a human derelict.

You make him dig his own grave,

and if that isn't sick, I don't know what is.

Hallucinating, probably. No!

No, he was crying.

And you can trust the memory of a man like that?

Why don't you look it up in your files?

It only happened a week ago.

You sure do rock a boat when you step in it, don't you, Cannon?

I can't help that.

I've been chubby all my life.

That's correct, Mr. Cannon.

Professor Renfred was working with propulsion chemicals

when the accident happened.

Mm-hm.

Uh, dangerous, I suppose, huh?

Well, not in the proper hands.

I was working along the same lines

as Professor Renfred myself.

I still am.

No chance of any of this blowing up now, is there?

Certainly not.

The whole wing was destroyed by the fire, huh? Virtually.

You'd certainly never tell it by looking at it now.

You would if you looked at the departmental budget.

It cost a half a million dollars to rebuild.

You can imagine what a loss like that

can do to salaries and promotions. Mm-hm.

I myself am still only an associate professor.

Hm. That's, uh, too bad.

You're positive that, uh, it was an accident?

If you're looking for student revolutionaries

or building burners,

you won't find them on this campus, Mr. Cannon.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I understand that Larry Bolinger wasn't exactly

an Einstein in the lab. Who?

Larry Bolinger.

Professor Renfred flunked him, I was told.

Oh, that... That strange Bolinger boy.

Heh. Yeah, that strange Bolinger boy.

Some of the students seem to think

that Larry held a grudge.

If you're suggesting that Larry Bolinger

had anything to do with the accident,

I'm afraid he just wouldn't know enough chemistry

to blow up the place.

Mm-hm. Wouldn't you think that Professor Renfred

would have know enough not to?

Well, apparently not.

He had a previous accident, you know.

What? How was that?

Another explosion followed by a fire

which Professor Renfred was able to put out by himself

before any great damage was done.

So, you see, there was a certain element of incompetence.

Professor, how far apart were these two fires?

Exactly a week.

A week to the day.

WOMAN: Well, Larry is a very sensitive and thoughtful boy.

He's very devoted to me, you know?

CANNON: Yeah?

I-I forgot, d-did you say that

you know Larry, Mr., uh...?

Cannon, Frank Cannon.

Well, we only met once, and it was just briefly.

Oh, well, then you can't really know Larry.

I suppose not. He's...

Well, he's very devoted to me, you know.

I'm sure he is.

Uh, Mr. Bolinger passed away several years ago, I understand.

Yes.

My Larry is Mr. Bolinger.

( chuckles )

What does Larry...?

Uh, what does Mr. Bolinger do these days?

I... I know he stays at a ranch.

Oh, yes, that's a... That's a special project of his.

Larry has always been interested in creative things like that.

Uh, like what, Mrs. Bolinger?

He's always had a lot of friends, you know?

Well, that's only natural.

He was an excellent student.

He was never flighty and girl-crazy

like so many young men, you know.

Heh. Yes, I'm sure he wasn't.

Uh, the ranch where he carries on these special projects,

uh, who owns it?

Um, it belongs to the Bishops.

The son is a good friend of Larry's.

Mrs. Bishop died, you know?

Oh, no, I didn't know that.

And Mr. Bishop married this young floozy from Las Vegas.

They just travel, travel around.

Really?

Oh, can I get you a drink?

Oh, no, no, no, thank you. I...

( chuckles )

I gain weight when I read the labels on the bottles. Ha.

Oh, that's a shame.

Well, especially when you like a drink like I do.

( both laugh )

Larry has... Has a really marvelous, eh, physique.

I... I guess you noticed

the marvelous body that he has.

Mother, you're embarrassing me.

Larry, darling.

Are you, uh, keeping a new boyfriend from me?

Oh, you're a silly boy.

No, it's Mr., uh...

Cannon. Yes, we've met.

Oh, here, let me fill up your drink for you.

You see what I mean, Mr. Cannon?

Now, we don't have all kinds of money

like some of Larry's friends,

but it's Larry who has to fight off the girls.

Oh, come on, now, Mother, you know you're my girl.

( Mrs. Bolinger giggles )

Uh, can I fix you one, Mr. Shannon?

Eh, Cannon. Thank you, no.

Well, is there anything we can do for you, then?

Well, I'm just trying to dig up a little information

about a certain liquor store that was broken into

on two different occasions exactly one week apart,

and on two chemistry lab explosions that happened

exactly one week apart.

What's your question?

Well, I just wondered if possibly

you could shed a little light on the coincidences,

if that's what they were.

Gee, Mr. Cannon, uh, all I can tell you

is what the old proverb says: Practice makes perfect.

( chuckles )

( chuckles )

Larry, you always make them so full.

Oh, well, a... A full life calls for a full glass.

Isn't that right, Mr. Cannon?

You know something, Mr. Bolinger?

I'll bet I can tell you where you heard that.

I'll bet you heard it from an old wino

by the name of Harry Smith.

( ominous theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Well, now you've got a shot of Harry Smith

with a knife wound in his back.

You can file it along with his mug shot

for drunk and disorderly.

Only you can label this one, "dead and gone."

Take it easy, Cannon.

Heh. Take it easy, huh?

You know, when you retire,

they're gonna give you a gold watch

with "Take it easy" engraved on it.

Now, look, these guys kill each other

over a 59 cent bottle of muscatel...

Oh, no, you're not gonna walk away from this one.

No, Harry Smith ended up face down on my carpet

because I was getting too close.

Too close to what?

( sighs )

You still don't get the picture, do you?

I don't deal in pictures, I deal in facts.

All right, fact.

A liquor store was broken into exactly one week

before it was demolished.

Fact: A chemistry professor was blown up and killed exactly

one week after another explosion took place

in the same building.

Fact: Harry Smith ended up with a knife in his back

exactly one week to the day

after he was forced to dig his own grave.

So I'm supposed to take your little calendar of coincidences

and go out and roust every kid on that ranch for murder?

You're supposed to start thinking

about what you are gonna do.

Is there anything to go on besides that old man's rantings,

I mean, about...? Well, about digging his own grave?

Where's he gonna be buried?

Potter's Field.

( ominous theme playing )

Here you are, sir, right over here.

You say they came in here during the night, huh?

It weren't my fault, sir.

No, sir, it weren't my fault.

They snuck in.

You didn't see them?

Of course not.

If anyone should ask you about this,

just tell them that I was busy.

I'll tell them.

( telephone ringing )

Hello?

MAN: Hello, Mr. Cannon.

You're not doing too good, are you?

Who is this?

You're fat and you're so slow, Mr. Cannon.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you really wanna get everything together,

I can give you names, dates, places.

You just say the word.

In exchange for what? -Oh, it'll cost you, Mr. Cannon.

It'll cost you.

Meet me down at Bronson's Pier,

and I'll tell you what it's gonna cost.

When?

Right now.Right now.

This won't keep.

( suspenseful theme playing )

A dummy.

Well, that makes two of us, buddy.

( tires screech )

All right, Mr. Bolinger, who shot that arrow?

Uh, I didn't shoot any arrow.

Yeah, I know you didn't.

You get a kick out of watching

your little slaves do things for you.

Now, what's going on here?

I don't know what to tell you.

You don't, huh?

Hey, wait a minute! Take your hands off me!

What do you think you're...?

I ask you what's going on here.

Will you get your hands off me?

I just come here for the fresh air like everybody else.

By the time I get through with you,

the only fresh air you're gonna get

will be in an exercise yard.

( ominous theme playing )

But what's it supposed to mean?

That a dummy was shot, an old man was killed,

or even that Professor Haines had an accident?

I... What's that got to do with us?

I'll tell you, Susan. I'll tell you what it means.

It means that two people have already been murdered

on a precise one week schedule after rehearsals.

The shooting of the dummy has to do with me.

I'm supposed to be the fourth victim.

Now, would you like to ask me

who the third victim's going to be?

No, I don't even wanna talk about it.

Ask me, Susan.

Who, me?

No, your mother and father.

Oh, no, don't tell me anything like that.

Breaking into your house last Sunday night

was just a rehearsal.

The slashing of your father's coat was a dry run.

Susie, don't you understand? Today is Sunday.

It doesn't make any sense.

You told me once that it was a ritual designed by Larry,

surrendering your will to live above and beyond.

I told you, there's no harm in anything

Larry wants us to do.

( sighs )

Thank God at least you don't know.

What sense would it make for Larry

to want my mother and father killed?

What reason would he have?

That's what I've been asking myself.

( sighs )

Look, an old wino and a chem lab explosion,

that's one kind of risk.

But when you murder two people like your mother and father

in their own home, that's another kind.

Look, Susan, is there anything you can possibly think of

that might conceivably be a reason?

No, there's... There's no possible reason.

LARRY: Susan.

I don't want you talking to him anymore.

Let's go inside.

No, Susan, don't go.

He has no right to tell you what to do.

But he has.

I'm his wife now.

We were married on Friday.

Well, I've got news for you.

It takes more than candlelight and double-talk

and a phony ritual to get married in this state.

No, no, Mr. Cannon, it was perfectly legal.

You can check it with the county clerk.

What the power of the state and the strength of love

hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

( ominous theme playing )

( ringing )

Hello?

CANNON: Mrs. Glen, this is Frank Cannon.

Oh, Mr. Cannon.

My husband talks so much about you,

I feel as though we've met.

Look, Mrs. Glen, that's very nice,

but right now we don't have time.

Is your husband home?

No. He's out playing golf.

All right, listen very carefully.

Call the club, get a message to him

to come home as fast as he can make it.

Why? What is this?

Well, roughly, you've missed a big event

in the lives of parents, Mrs. Glen:

your daughter's wedding.

Heh. You're not serious.

Susan and Larry Bolinger.

I don't believe it.

Well, you'd better believe it. Your lives may depend upon it.

Look, Bollinger's now in line to inherit your money

through Susan, and he doesn't look like the type

to stand in line very long.

Mr. Cannon, I can't follow you at all.

Don't try. Just tell your husband what I said.

Do that second, though. First you call the police,

and meanwhile, I'm gonna be on my way to your house.

Well, can't this wait till you get here?

Mrs. Glen, don't discuss it. Do it.

( click )

Hello, this is Frank Cannon.

I wanna speak to Police Chief Horne, please.

Well, where is he?

Oh, golf again.

Golf isn't even an exercise anymore. Look, this is urgent.

Will you try to get in touch with him, please?

Tell him to call me at Glen's house.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Do you mean to tell me that you didn't call the police?

Mr. Cannon, I'm not usually like this,

but as you said, we don't have the time to be nice.

I didn't want to hire a private detective.

I only agreed because my husband said

it could save spreading our troubles all over town.

She thinks basically you must be wrong about the marriage.

It's common knowledge Larry doesn't like girls.

You know, the only thing that keeps me

from screaming right now

is the fact that your week is up at 2 a. m.

Thank goodness it's still daylight.

And the fact that Larry may not like your daughter

couldn't be too important,

because he's bound to like your money.

( grumbles )

( phone receiver rattles )

Your phone's dead.

All right, here's what I want you to do.

Go pack a bag.

I wanna get the two of you out of this house

as fast as possible.

Mr. Glen, you go get your car out of the garage.

I'm gonna go look around for a couple of minutes.

( door closes )

She wouldn't get married without even talking to us about it.

Grace, Susan stopped talking to us a long time ago.

( car engine stalling )

What's the matter?

My wife's car won't start, neither will mine.

I don't know why. I drove it this morning.

Is this yours? Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Ah...

Well, you won't be driving it now.

Come on, let's take my car.

I'll hurry Grace along.

( woman screams )

All right, stop right there... No, no, no, no, no, no.

Pass the gun over, fat man.

You'd better do it or Bishop over there

may get nasty with his knife.

Now, listen to me, you take your...

He'll kill her.

He will.

Ever so gently, Mr. Cannon.

Hand it over.

By the barrel.

Now, suppose you tell us what this is all about.

Oh, we don't know what it's about, Mr. Cannon.

We act on faith.

Do you know what faith is?

You haven't got any faith.

If you did, you wouldn't be so afraid.

All this faith in a creep like Larry Bolinger?

Shut up.

Sit down, Mr. Glen.

You too, Cannon.

We've all got a few minutes left.

May I suggest that you kids take your toys and split?

Because the police are on their way here right now.

Ha-ha! You hear that?

The police are coming.

You hear any sirens?

( horn honking )

Which one of you nice people would like to be first?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now, if that was your signal,

don't you think you'd better go out

and check with Larry as to who should be first?

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Cannon.

Everybody gets his turn.

Ladies first?

No, no, no, we'll give you anything.

HORNE: All right! Hold it!

John, put that gun down now.

Shoot him, shoot him.

( grunts )

( panting )

Hey.

Oh. Oh, God.

I almost killed you, Dad, my own father.

( sobbing ): What am I doing?

Why...? Why does Larry make us do these things?

Why?

He makes us do it.

Yeah, he says... He says it's not us doing it.

But it is.

It is us.

It's true, isn't it?

You've just said that Larry instigated this whole thing.

Would you say that again in a courtroom?

( somber theme playing )

Good.

( ominous theme playing )

All right, stay right where you are, Larry.

It's all over. Your friend John Horne

is blowing the whistle on you right now.

Larry!

( action theme playing )

Okay, Cannon, I'm gonna kill myself,

and they're gonna blame you for it.

Wanna watch?

Larry, don't do this.

Sired by fire, born of darkness,

what the day makes live, the night makes evil.

Larry, you're sick. Don't do this.

I'm sick? Heh! What about them?

What about all those kids with all that money?

All the clothes and all the cars they want,

they'd do anything for me, they'd even kill.

What do you call that?

I'm not gonna let you do this.

Watch me. Larry!

Go ahead, why don't you just kill me?

Everybody wants me dead anyway. Yeah.

Well, there's no way.

I'm not gonna let you die and have half the kids

in town wailing "martyr" every time the sun goes down.

( somber theme playing )

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

( car starts )

( car retreats )

Cannon, there's no way to express how we feel,

what we owe you.

Nah. Mr. Glen, may I give you a small piece of advice?

Be very gentle with Susan.

There's no point throwing the baby out

with the bath water, as they say.

Cannon.

I'd like you to come down

and sort of help us with the report,

if you're going my way.

Sure.

I was always going your way, you know that.

( upbeat theme playing )

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