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OK, Clark.

Sit down, Clark.

I said, sit down.

Here's the money you have coming: $222.35

Sign here.

You also get a railroad ticket anywhere in the United States.

The state's getting off cheap.

All I need is a nickel for a streetcar.

I didn't know you had any family left in town.

I haven't.

It's not easy to get along alone, Bill.

So, uh...

Here's the fare.

It's a dime now.

A lot of things have changed out there.

A lot of us have changed in here too.

You figured to change.

You came in here when you were 13 years old.

That means you've been here...

18 years, 3 months and 6 days.

And I've paid it out.

You're not through paying, Bill.

You're different.

The others were already men when they came in here.

You were just a kid still in junior high.

Your generation grew up, married, raised families, went to war.

But nothing happened to you, Bill.

You just got older.

Nobody'll ever put me in a stinking cage again.

That's up to you, son.

It's not going to be easy.

The average person outside won't accept you, Bill.

Won't hire you...

...won't trust you.

You won't even have a vote.

You're talking on my time now, warden.

Since 8 AM.

And for your own good.

Good luck.

What'll it be, mac?

Isn't this Pop Hodeling's place?

Who?

Pop Hodeling.

The bootlegger.

Bootlegger?

Where've you been?

Hodeling died years ago.

Give me a piece of pie.

That one with the whipped cream on it.

Banana nut?

Yeah, banana nut.

And let's have the cherry too.

And some of that, uh, what is that? Lemon meringue?

Come on, mac, make up your mind.

I want all three of them.

Any law against that?

What'll it be to drink?

Bicarbonate of soda?

Gimme a beer.

What brand?

Holtzer's.

Just one?

Yeah, just one.

Beer when you get around to it.

More coffee, Dan.

You call that beer?

What's wrong?

It ain't champagne, mac, it's beer all right.

Remember that one?

It came out when I was a kid.

Yeah.

It's a top tune again; number one.

When they start bringing out the ones you used to dance to in high school...

.. you're gettin' along.

This beer, you must have got a bad batch.

I'll get you a Mueller's.

Forget it.

I don't know what they do to beer these days.

For what they charge, you used to get whisky.

Yeah.

Want one?

My name is Dan Monroe.

Mine is Clark.

Bill Clark.

Glad to know you, Bill.

I haven't seen you around here before.

Are you a stranger in town?

I used to live here a long time ago.

Has it changed much?

I don't know whether it's me or the town but it sure looks different.

Figure on sticking around long?

Maybe if I can get a job.

What's your line?

Line?

What do you do for a living?

Oh, I'm a welder.

You're in. They're hiring all the welders they can get at Townsend's.

Government contracts.

Why don't you ask me where I got it?

I know.

After all, this town isn't famous for many things.

What do you know about me?

I don't know anything about you, only the suit.

I served my hitch.

It's over, I've paid.

How much?

Here, take it out of this.

I'll buy my own grub. - You've got it coming.

I don't want any handouts. I can pay my own way.

OK, pal, tomorrow you can buy me a piece of pie.

One piece.

Coming?

Where?

I'll drop you at Townsend's. I'm going that way.

Thanks, Monroe. Thanks for everything. - Skip it.

I'll look you up later at the Monarch?

Give me a half hour and I'll scare up a couple of mice.

Dames. You've heard of them, haven't you?

That's all, I've just heard of them.

"PRESS CAR"

That's enough.

It's OK.

We pay union scale. When can you start?

How much?

Two dollars and ten cents an hour.

Time and a half for overtime.

$2.10 an hour?

Ain't that enough?

Yeah, sure.

OK, when can you start?

Right now?

No, the foreman has to pass on all new help.

Come in tomorrow morning 8 AM.

Thanks.

Get your race results.

Paper, get your Evening Star.

Paper, read all about it. Paper, sir?

Paper, get your Evening Star. Read all about it.

Get your Evening Star.

BILL CLARK, STATE'S YOUNGEST MURDERER, RETURNS

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH LOCAL KILLER by DAN MONROE

Yes, sir, what is it you want?

Here's another story.

Wait a minute, Clark.

Wait a minute, buddy. Hold it!

All right, that's enough.

Come down to headquarters when you get cleaned up, Dan.

What for?

To sign an assault and battery complaint.

I'm signing nothing.

OK, we'll book him for disturbing the peace.

Forget about it will you, Tom?

I asked for it.

OK.

North bound...

...Train 24...

...Pitston...

That'll be $23.48

...and New York city.

...Leaving on track 4.

All aboard.

Get lost.

How much?

Can't you read?

Oh, one.

Out for a big night, huh?

Two buck's worth.

Gimme the same.

Just in time, honey.

You need a little practice, honey. - Yeah.

A few private lessons will fix that.

Not so tight, honey.

That's it.

Is that all?

What do you expect for a dime?

More than he got, dearie.

I told you you were slipping.

The name is Cay.

When you get bored.

Back away, you two-bit chiseler.

Remember, this is a refined place for refined people.

But you can't dance.

What did you come up here for?

To meet somebody.

I don't give private lessons.

How about a drink?

OK.

But you're wasting your dough.

Well, it's my dough.

It'll cost you a ticket for every dance we sit out.

That's ten cents a minute.

Hey, Joe...

The usual.

How about you, sir?

I'll have a ginger ale.

Ginger ale and what?

Nothing. Any objections?

Quick on the trigger, aren't you?

What do you mean by that?

Simmer down, you'll live longer.

One eighty-five, mister.

You owe me a ticket, mister.

Here, take 'em. That's all you're waiting for.

What else do you think I'm waiting for?

I work here.

I get a nickel out of this.

My name's Clark.

Bill Clark.

Nice to meet you, mister.

Here's mud in your eye.

You know, you got me all wrong.

Let's not make a big thing out of it.

I just wanted to meet somebody.

So you like me, huh?

I'd like to know you better.

One way is to spread a little joy around.

Joy. A little present.

What kind of a present?

That's up to you.

And how much you like me.

What time do you get through here?

It's a house rule against dating customers.

Do you always stick to the rules?

Yes...

...my own.

The name's Cay.

When you get bored.

Paper.

Here you are, all the early news.

Early morning paper.

Here you are, get your paper.

All the early morning news.

Oh, miss. Miss Cay.

What do you want?

I got something for you.

Not here.

What's the matter? - I told you, it's against the rules.

What about them?

They're hitched more or less.

Bring it back tomorrow night, mister.

Look, you're wasting your time. I'm going to eat.

Well, I'll go with you.

It's a free country.

Wow.

Thanks, Joe.

The name's Bill.

Bill Clark.

That's for Bill.

Mine's Catherine.

Everybody calls me Cay.

It's gold plate.

Twenty year guarantee, they said.

Swiss movement.

All right.

Tell me about her.

About who?

Your wife.

I'm not married.

Somebody else's wife then.

No.

You mean it isn't woman trouble?

I told you. I'm just lonesome.

There are a lot of girls in New York.

Yeah, but...

I like you.

Good night, mister. Thanks.

Give it to somebody who doesn't know the time.

Look...

Do me a favor, will you? - I'm doing you a favor.

If you just show me around New York...

...you can keep the watch.

What?

I've never been here before.

You can get a site-seeing tour for a buck.

Is it a deal?

11 AM.

Meet me here.

I'm not used to having my head in the clouds.

It sure is something, isn't it?

Yeah, from up here.

Down there, you live in one trap and work in another.

By the way...

What stiff did you get that suit off?

Is this better?

Yes.

Thanks, Cathy. - For what?

For today.

Will I see you later?

I'll wait for you.

Oh, please don't. I gotta iron a dress.

I'm used to waiting.

OK, you win. Come on.

Cupper, dinner time. Wash your hands.

Can't you play soft? Close that window.

It's about time.

On your way, junior.

Didn't you hear me? I said, take off.

Who's he?

I'm the patsy who pays the rent. Now get out.

That's a lie.

Stop, George, stop!

Give me that gun. - Stay away from me, George.

Get out of here.

Give me a hand.

I'll call a doctor. - Not here.

But you shouldn't move. - Shut up!

My coat.

I'll take care of you later.

What happened?

Nothing.

Where is he? - Gone.

What happened to my head?

Where are you going?

Away, thanks to you.

To me?

What have I got to do with it? - You had to butt in, didn't you?

I thought I was doing you a favor.

I don't need you or your favors.

You going with him?

I'm staying as far away from

George Conover as I can.

If he's bothering you,

why don't you go to the police?

He is the police.

Detective lieutenant.

Give me fifty.

What? - I need fifty bucks.

I thought you didn't want any favors.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't need it.

Is this a loan or a present?

You'll get it back.

Here's my brother's address in Jersey.

I'll be staying there for a while.

I guess I'm the patsy this month.

COP MYSTERIOUSLY SHOT

Hello.

No, this is 302.

Mr. Higgins? - Yes?

Is Cay here?

Who are you?

A friend of hers; Bill Clark.

If that's the police... - Quiet!

I gotta see her.

At 2:30 in the morning?

Let him in, Frank.

Aren't you going to do anything?

Are we putting him up in the master bedroom

or will the guest room be good enough?

Get him out of here.

Did you see this?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

It was an accident.

How?

You mean...

...you don't know?

What happened?

Remember when I hit his wrist and knocked the gun out of his hand?

Yeah, I picked it up.

Then you remember the gun in your hand.

Yeah, sure, go on.

Remember when he came after you?

Yeah, he slugged me.

Remember anything else?

No, not a thing.

See? Like I said, it was an accident.

How bad was he hurt?

Isn't it in there?

All it says here is, "Cop Mysteriously Shot".

He died.

I heard it on the 1 o'clock broadcast.

Why did you lie tome?

Why did you say nothing happened?

He walked out by himself.

I didn't know he was hurt bad.

I didn't know he was going to die.

I'm a dead pigeon.

Don't take it so hard.

It was an accident.

He pulled the gun.

We gotta go.

Where?

To the police.

Might as well get it over with.

I'm not going.

Then I will.

But why? What for?

To tell them who did it?

They'll find out soon enough without any help from you.

You're not going to go to the police.

You're going to get out of here with me.

I'm not going anyplace with you.

Yes, you are.

You're in this as much as me.

You think they can't dig up anything on you with that

setup you had with Conover?

There was no setup with Conover.

Who's going to believe that?

The cops?

Why not?

All you have to do is tell them the truth.

It was an accident.

That's all you have to say.

They wouldn't believe me.

They wouldn't believe anything I said.

Why not?

That's why not.

If you don't get them out of here, I will.

I told you to get him out. - Her too.

She's my sister and she's in trouble.

She's been in trouble all her life.

If they're not out of here in two minutes,I'm calling the police.

Shut up.

This is one jam you can't get her out of.

Frank...

Can we borrow your car? - You can not!

Please, we'll give it back to you.

"We'll give it back to you".

How? Is it going to fly back?

We'll leave it someplace.

We'll take it over the state line to Easton.

You can pick it up there.

If you let them take that car, you'll never see it again.

OK, as far as Easton.

You're asking for trouble, Frank.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Be careful, Cay.

Thanks, Mr. Higgins.

Do you have to drive so fast?

We've got to get over the state line.

No, no. Stay behind.

What's the idea?

I don't like to drive so fast.

Then drive it yourself. - Do what you're told!

Looks like he's going to stop.

You stop too.

Why?

Because I said so.

No sirloin tonight, Joe. T-Bone OK?

It'll do.

It's tough.

If it is, then I don't want it.

It is now 4:10 AM. We bring you a resume...

Can you get some music on there?

Sure.

I'll bring it the smiling sandman.

Two cups of coffee.

Two coffees, right.

We haven't got time.

Is there anyplace to sleep around here?

Yeah, right down the road a way.

Can we leave the car outside?

Sure, sure. Just come back for breakfast.

This is KDKW, Easton with a roundup of the news.

First the weather forecast. Variable high...

Call your brother and...

...tell him where we left the car.

...New York. Police are pressing their investigation of the

fatal shooting of Detective Lieutenant George Conover

which occurred 9 hours ago.

One theory advanced by the police is

that Conover might have been the victim of revenge.

You will recall that four months ago Conover's

testimony was instrumental in

breaking up the Lardella gambling syndicate.

Washington, D.C.

The Navy Department today revealed plans

for reactivating an undisclosed number

of units of the Mothball Fleet.

Los Angeles:

A hotel fire in the downtown district

routed fifty visiting Legionnaires

from their rooms.

The Legionnaires helped the fire department fight...

Hey!

Come here.

Give me the bag.

The doors are locked. They're all locked.

The keys gotta be around here somewhere.

Where?

The driver's seat.

You know, the compartment. - What's that?

The dashboard.

I'll go. No, no, wait.

You wait up there by the end car.

Hurry up!

get on the floor.

Speeding ticket?

What happened to that gun?

What do you want it for?

Give me that gun.

Oh look, just 'cause you got the jitters don't

take it out on me.

You can talk. You never pulled time.

We're in this together. Let's make the best of it.

Don't give me that routine.

This is no good.

We ought to team up or split up.

Fill 'er up. I want to get cleaned up.

I'll have to get you the key.

Number 10. Second door on the left.

You don't suppose that landlady thinks anything's wrong, do you?

Around these places, they don't think.

Cathy...

Don't start believing what you put on the register.

Keep the door locked.

You taking a powder?

I didn't say that.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

Hey, you want a lift, bud? Hop in.

Open up. It's me.

Where have you been all day?

Getting some stuff.

Anything about us?

No.

Here.

What's the gag?

There's no gag.

But this is a wedding ring.

I know it.

Pondros gave me a good deal.

Five bucks.

Here, put those on. Let's go.

Where?

To the justice of the peace.

What for?

Didn't you say we ought to...

...team up or split up?

I didn't say anything about getting married.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Is it what you want, Bill?

You don't do what you want.

You do what you have to do.

You don't have to marry me.

I don't have to but it's safer.

We'll use phony names.

If we're going to travel together...

For how long?

Cathy!

It was going to be a surprise.

Why don't you say something?

Do you like it or don't you?

I don't know yet.

They won't be looking for a brunette.

Still want to marry me?

Who's Mike Lewis?

Mike Lewis?

Forgotten your name already?

The one you put on the marriage license.

Lewis. That's the one thing I learned about in school.

The Lewis and Clark Expeditions.

I always wondered what good it did to learn about them.

Now you know.

What made you take Nicky's name?

She's bummed about everything I've ever owned

for the last five years.

This is the first thing I ever borrowed off her.

Tell me about it.

About what?

About your father.

What about it?

What happened, Bill?

What made you do it?

Shoot him?

He was no good.

He drank heavily...

He gave my mother a bad time.

Never brought home a nickel.

He slugged her once too often and...

...I went for the gun in his dresser.

I got it...

...that's the last thing I remember.

You mean...

...you don't remember firing the gun?

Didn't that make any difference to the jury?

They asked me if I was sorry and I said no.

That was the truth.

I didn't mean to kill him but since he was dead, I was glad of it.

But if you said you were sorry, they would have been easier on you.

I wasn't going to lie about it.

So you got 18 years.

Good steady work and up to ten cents a day.

Ten cents!?

You worked a whole day just to dance a minute at Dreamland.

It was worth it.

The watch, the ring...

One of the cons used to say...

"It ain't your wife, it ain't your life, it's only money".

It was 18 years.

You don't even remember firing the gun.

So what?

I don't remember pulling the trigger on Conover either.

Naturally.

What do you mean, naturally?

Nothing.

Just that it was different.

What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

Bill?

If you had it to do all over again,

what would you do?

About what?

Would you marry me again?

Yes, Cathy.

You sure look different.

I am different.

Do people change?

I mean inside.

Why not?

I didn't.

When Conover came after me, I did the same thing I did 18 years ago.

Stop thinking about it.

I can't help it.

I changed.

Ten years ago.

You don't think I was always the way you met me?

I don't know.

I guess I didn't think much about it.

I guess I acted and talked pretty tough.

Not to me.

I thought I had to.

I came to New York from upstate.

I was going to be a dancer.

I was a brunette.

I started on my toes and wound up on my heels.

Poor guy.

We're lucky, Pop. The spare's OK.

It must be the one with the new tube.

No, Mom, it's the old one.

Mighty poor excuse for a jack.

It won't hold, Henry.

It would if we had something to keep it from slipping.

Let me have that lug wrench.

Mister, mister.

Would you mind giving Pop a hand?

Sure.

How far are you going?

Salinas.

Salinas?

Where's that?

Up near Monterey.

It's a great country, central California.

Did you ever work in lettuce?

No.

I'm a welder.

If you'd worked inside as many years as I have, you'd go for it too.

Plenty of space...

...no helter skelter...

...nobody bothers you.

My name's Henry Dawson.

Oh, mine's Lewis.

Mike Lewis.

And that's my wife, Nicky.

Glad to know you, ma'am.

My wife, Stella and the boy here, Johnny.

How do you do?

Do you play baseball?

Like Babe Ruth.

Who's he?

There's three month's pickin' up there and the pay ain't bad.

There's work for you too, dear.

Interested?

Why not?

Pop, he means the Bambino.

Yeah.

This is for them, Mom.

Oh, the old Billings place.

It doesn't look like much now but once you get it fixed up...

Remember, you're having supper with us.

Thanks, Mrs. Dawson.

Please... Stella.

All right, Stella.

Well, good luck.

Come on, I'm beat.

This is our first home, Bill.

Let's get in it.

You're supposed to carry me in the first time.

For good luck.

What's funny?

I was thinking...

You've been carrying a bag over 3000 miles.

Well, don't you get it?

You're still carrying one.

Me.

Take five.

Murder, isn't it?

You better get that shirt back on

before you're barbecued.

It's not that.

Do like I tell you.

No more than 20 minutes a day until your skin gets used to it.

Try this.

It's good stuff.

No oil or grease and 60% ethyl alcohol.

What do you use for a chaser? Let me see that.

Bend over, Mike.

Mike.

Bend over.

Guaranteed no burn.

You don't get burned, you get fried.

Feel better?

You're not used to it, that's all.

My back never will get used to it.

Not quitting, are you?

Yes, I'm quitting.

There must be an easier way of making a living.

But you haven't given it a chance. - I don't have to.

All this picking is lettuce picking.

What about me?

I never peeled lettuce before.

I don't have a nail left.

Bill...

It's a living and the cabin goes with it.

I had a better bunk when I was...

...inside.

The trouble with you is you can't take it.

I took it.

For 18 years.

With no responsibility.

You didn't have to worry about getting a job

food, clothes or a roof over your head.

You were given everything for free.

They did everything for you. Even your thinking.

It's different out here.

A lot tougher.

You don't know how tough it is in there.

I don't want to know.

You will if they catch us.

Us?

I thought you were clearing out.

I didn't say anything about going without you.

Bill...

I teamed up with you...

...because...

I felt guilty.

About what?

You know, it...

...if it hadn't been for me...

...you'd never have met him. Conover.

I came with you because...

...there's no place else to go.

Because...

...I was scared.

I didn't have to stay.

But I did.

Because...

I want to.

Oh, Bill, I want to!

Who is it?

It's me, Johnny Dawson.

Come in, Johnny.

Mom says she hopes you like lemon meringue.

You tell her we like any kind of pie.

Just so long as it's pie.

We'll be over later to thank her.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Pop wants to know if you're going to work tomorrow.

Me?

Why not?

Your back.

Pop says you strained your back.

Nothing the matter with my back.

Well, see ya.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE

Hey, Mike? - Huh?

Let me have one of those magazines, will you?

Which one?

Makes no difference.

Here.

Thanks.

Next.

Guess you fellows will be moving on pretty soon.

Not me. I'm staying.

Jobs are pretty scarce end of picking season.

Got one waiting for me down at Broom's garage.

Full time too. - Good.

You know, that's hard to believe.

A murder in the United States every 45 minutes.

Gets tougher and tougher all the time to stay alive.

THESE ARE THE FACES OF MURDERERS ONE MAY BE WORTH $1000 CASH TO YOU

More than 60% of all murderers are never caught.

According to this.

Sixty percent?

That's three out of five.

In the movies, they always get caught.

That's it, Henry.

Can I borrow this magazine? I'd like to finish that article.

Take it.

I'll bring it back. - Are you kidding?

You got your haircut for this picking.

All these directions are silly.

This goes there.

All set.

Why can't I go?

I told you no children will be there.

Aww, it's a gyp. I'll bet they have ice cream.

We won't stay long.

Hiya, Johnny. - Hiya, Mike.

Who won the game?

What game?

The Royals.

You listen to them every night.

I forgot to listen to them tonight.

What are you reading?

Nothing.

What's the matter, Johnny? - Nothing.

Where's your dad?

Out.

Out where?

Over to the Cameron's.

He'll be right back.

Good night, Mike.

See you later, Johnny.

You're just in time. Give me the scissors.

I forgot them. They weren't home.

Hold this.

Hey! You want to lose an arm?

What's the matter?

"It is said this concerto by Mozart was

written before he reached the age of fourteen. "

Something happen? - I don't know.

"... authorities recommend that the flour be added first. "

"However we have... "

Are you sure there isn't anything you want to tell me?

I told you there's nothing bothering me.

I have something to tell you.

What?

You're not listening to me.

What is it?

I'm pregnant.

You're not mad, are you?

Cathy...

Hi, Mom.

There wasn't any ice cream.

Pop, who does this look like?

Mike Lewis!

What's he doing in there?

Wanted: William Clark.

Age 32, 188 Ib., height 6ft.

And welding.

Wanted for questioning...

Served 18 years for the murder...

Sure looks like Mike, doesn't it?

Dead ringer.

Mom, look.

Why, it's Mike Lewis.

What did he do?

Read it. He's wanted for murder.

Who is?

Him. William Clark.

Fooled you, didn't I?

Let me see that again.

Time for bed, Johnny.

All right.

Good night, Pop. - Good night, son.

Spitting image of Mike if I ever saw one.

Lots of people look alike.

Yeah but not this close. Not unless they're twins.

Stella, do you remember what day we picked up the Lewis'?

Our third day out.

Why?

I was just thinking.

What date was that?

There you go again, Henry.

Always making something out of nothing.

That man's a criminal.

Like with Chris Lye.

We don't know much about him.

It sure was funny they were on the road just a day or two after the murder.

Thousands of people were on the road late in June.

Wait a minute.

Now what?

Look.

The man they want was a welder.

If he's William Clark, we're collecting that reward.

Stop that nonsense and come on to bed.

Why?

Since when should murderers be allowed to run around loose?

Mike Lewis is no murderer.

Supposing he's William Clark?

That's not impossible, you know.

We're not going to get mixed up in it.

Even if it's true?

Let someone else turn him in.

And collect the reward?

That's a thousand bucks.

Maybe we don't need it.

Not that kind of money.

There's only one kind of money and we haven't seen much of it.

Lookit.

No home.

Nothing that belongs to us.

And we're not getting any younger.

Come on to bed, Henry.

You're tired.

Please, Stella, say yes.

We haven't got much.

But what little we have is ours.

Nobody else had to pay for it.

A thousand dollars would buy us a lot of security.

That isn't security, Henry.

That's greed.

My feet are cold.

Come on to bed.

Why?

I thought I heard something outside.

What is it, Bill?

I thought I heard something that's all.

You're lying. You've been so jumpy.

Why?

Something's wrong. I can feel it.

I knew it when I was over at the Dawson's.

But you said they weren't home.

That's just it. Where were they?

Is that all?

They went to the Cameron's.

Maybe they did and maybe they didn't.

But they know something.

It was written all over that kid.

Johnny?

He acted so funny when I walked in.

You're just imagining things.

Are you sure it isn't about the baby?

Oh, no.

I didn't know how you'd feel about ti.

I was worried when I first found out.

You're happy, aren't you?

Yeah, sure.

Johnny never acted like this before.

We're going to get out of here tonight.

Where's the suitcase?

Under the bed.

I can't leave until Monday morning.

Every cent we've got is in the bank.

But this is only Saturday night.

What's going to happen tomorrow if they know about us?

You're going fishing with Henry, remember?

I'll stay here and keep an eye on Stella.

That's what he wants me to do.

He's not going to pump me.

Forget about it, Bill.

There's nothing to worry about.

Still taking him fishing in the morning?

Sure.

Henry?

Yeah.

Told you so.

Mike.

Hey, Mike, it's ten after six.

Hey, go on.

Good morning, Henry.

Did Mike oversleep again?

He doesn't feel well.

He woke up with a sore throat.

That's too bad. Is there anything I can do?

Yeah.

Bring us back some fish.

I hope.

Have a good time, Henry. - Thanks.

"And now, Mrs. Watson, "

"at 4:26PM, you have 30 seconds to answer the jackpot question".

"How many years did the Count of Monte Christo spend in prison?"

"Thirty precious seconds. " - Turn that thing off, will you?

What are you worrying about? He went fishing, didn't he?

Dawson's?

Dawson? The last cabin on the right.

I told you.

No, Bill.

Where are the bullets?

I threw them away.

Bill, please.

You're not sure anything's wrong.

He's coming this way.

Stella's with him.

He'd be alone, wouldn't he, if they knew something?

She could just show him the place. She wouldn't have to come with them.

Come in.

There's been an awful accident.

Mr. Dawson's been hurt in a pretty bad crash.

Where's Mike?

Mike, you must come, please.

Will you look after Johnny?

I'll go, Stella.

Mike shouldn't go out with his sore throat.

We'd better hurry. - I'll look after Johnny.

No.

Johnny better come along with us.

I wouldn't want him to catch Mike's cold.

Will you get back into bed?

It's nothing to worry about

Henry was in an accident. He was backing onto the highway.

Now will you lock that gun in the suitcase and throw the key away?

Bye, honey.

He's still under anesthetic.

How serious is it, doctor?

He has internal injuries and burns.

Your husband was very lucky, Mrs. Dawson.

Few men live to tell of being hit by an oil truck.

When can we see Pop?

It won't be too long, son.

We'll come back later, Stella.

You and Johnny can have supper with us.

Mrs. Dawson?

Would you come with me, please?

We'll wait. Come on, Johnny.

Another 500 cc's of plasma.

Right away.

I think it's best for the boy not to see him this way.

Doctor?

Will he... - His condition is critical.

What are his chances?

The truth, doctor, please.

We can't tell much till tomorrow morning.

Is everything being done for him? - All that we can.

Our facilities here are limited.

What do you mean?

There's a new treatment for third degree burns; a synthetic hormone.

We don't have it yet.

But you will get it?

If you can afford it...

we'd like to fly your husband to Los Angeles for treatment.

Nothing can be done for a couple of days anyway.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Stella.

Yes, dear.

Where's Johnny?

Tomorrow. He needs his rest.

Stella..

You were right about the brakes.

You go on.

Johnny and I will wait here.

But I'm in no hurry.

I'd rather be alone.

The doctor just told me that Henry will becoming to in a little while.

He asked me to wait.

You have to eat, Stella.

You can come right back.

I'm awful hungry, Mom.

How is he, Mrs. Dawson?

They don't know yet.

Well, can I give you a lift?

If it doesn't take you too much out of your way.

No trouble at all. I go right by your place.

See you in the morning, Mrs. Dawson.

Mom, will I get to see Pop tomorrow?

I'll put some supper on. It'll be ready in a few minutes.

No, I'm all right. you better go and look after Mike.

I'll see you later, Stella.

Good night.

If there's anything else I can do, Mrs. Dawson you know where to reach me.

Officer.

Could you come in for a minute, please?

Surely.

I'm going to show you something.

I was over at the Cameron's.

Here's the key to their car.

Jim says you can have tomorrow off to take Stella to the hospital.

How is Henry?

Bill...

There's something I've got to tell you.

What?

What is it?

Do they know about us? What is it?

You didn't kill Conover.

I did.

I tried to tell you before.

I tried to but I couldn't.

What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?

Why are you saying this?

It's true.

It's not true. It's not!

You're lying to me. You're lying!

They know about us.

You're just trying to cover up for me.

They know about us.

He's still in there.

Where's that gun?

I hid it.

Where is it?

Where is it? - No, Bill!

Give it to me. Give me that gun!

Give it to me!

What will they do to him, Mom?

Come away from that window.

Bill I told you. I said nothing's going to happen to you.

No. you'll be in jail again!

Never!

Nobody's going to lock me up again.

Come in.

Get him to a hospital quick.

I had to do it, Bill.

I couldn't let you get into any more trouble on account of me.

They're coming out now, Mom.

Come back here.

Oh, Mom.

It's Mike. I mean...

Clark is hurt.

Come away from that window.

I told you to get away from there.

Oh, Johnny.

On your feet, Clark.

Send him in.

Yes, sir.

Sit there, Clark.

Who shot Conover?

I did.

Now look Clark, I'm in no mood for lies.

The State of New York brought you back to wash out this case.

Now, let's have the truth.

Who shot Conover? - I did.

Do you recognize this voice?

I picked up the gun...

...Conover came at me - It's a lie.

It's a lie.

...and I shot him... - She's lying.

Why?

She's trying to save me.

What about herself?

I guess she thinks she'll get off easier.

Because she's going to have a baby.

Yours?

Yes.

Send in Mrs. Clark. - Yes, sir.

Can I wait in the other room? - You stay right there.

Sit down, Mrs. Clark.

I don't know what he told you, Mr. Wagner but...

That's an old trick.

Two people taking the blame. It won't work.

Bill didn't do it.

You still insist you shot Conover?

Yes.

Your wife shot him, Clark.

How do you know?

What right have you to take her word against mine?

Not just her word against yours.

It's the truth.

As it happened.

Clark, why couldn't you be honest?

Why did you have to run away?

You might have killed the sheriff if it hadn't been for your wife.

And all because you ran away.

Nobody chased you.

Nobody was looking for you.

No one but a pulp magazine that went off half-cocked

before we knew all the facts ourselves.

And after we knew them, the department didn't want any publicity.

Conover may have been indiscreet.

But he was honest.

Before he died, he made a statement.

Your wife shot him, Clark.

In self defense.

We checked his story.

We found your prison made clothes and when we

learned that you'd run away with an ex-convict we...

suspected that Conover had covered up for personal reasons.

That there was more to it than he'd told us.

But with Conover's story confirmed...

...you even had his gun.

The case is officially closed.

Outside, you two.

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