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Hey, what's going on down there?

Sir, it's old Jim.
He's out.

How is the old toad is always out?

He's out. I told you he can't take
it anymore. Leave him alone.

As long as we are willing to countenance,
this barbaric chain gang system

which makes men virtual slaves,
victims of the most horrible cruelties,

just so long will our State be
the object of our nation's scorn.

It's time we emerge from the shadows
of depravity and sadism

and breed freer of the sunlight,
the enlightenment and progress.

It's time we took our proud place
among our sister States

which recognize their prisons as houses
of correction, not torture chambers.

Unfortunately, gentlemen, our people
don't know all the facts.

Certain interests with political
influence

are careful to conceal those
facts from them.

If the people who elected us
ever realized the horrors enacted

inside those barb-wired prison camps,

they would be storming
the Capitol steps

demanding that we abolish
these chain gangs forever.

Mr. Chairman.

Senator Harvey.

I have listened carefully

and patiently to the impassioned
remarks of Senator Crawley

and I agree with him completely
in one statement that he made.

It is indeed true, as the Senator
has so clearly pointed out,

that the people do not know the facts
about the chain gang.

And it is just as clear that Senator
Crawley too is ignorant of the facts.

And if our Committee works
and summits in his findings

any criticism of the chain gang
system as it exists in this State,

then it would mean that we would merely
be moved by the Senators eloquence

because, gentlemen, he has not
given us any facts.

Unless Senator Crawley can present us
with something more than hearsay,

then certainly this Commitee can not be
expected to take action at this time.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Separate checks, Joe.

One check, Joe.

Capitally!

His first assignement at the Capitol
and he wants to buy lunch for the world.

You know something, Joe? Now that
I'm a reporter for The Standard,

I shouldn't be seen in public
with a girl who works

for a reactionary sheet
like The Chronicle.

How stupid can he be?

I've told him a hundred times the reason
I work there is for my bread and butter.

Bread and butter!

With her stepfather running
between bank accounts?

Let's feel sorry for her,
shall we, Joe?

Seriously, Cliff, where else
would I get a chance

to do a daily column
under my own name?

Where else would you get a chance to
find an editor who's in love with you?

Oh, so that's it! Don't tell me you're
jealous of Lloyd Killgallen?

Well, I'm not exactly
cheering about him.

You're not cheering about
anything today.

I think it's this chaing gang thing.
You're taking it too much to heart.

Are you through with me now?

Sure, Joe.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Something I just can't seem
to shake off.

The way that Commitee brushed off Senator
Crawley is a disgrace to the State.

Off-the-record and if Lloyd Killgallen
isn't listening, I agree with you.

But smart little senators
who want to keep their jobs

don't stick out their necks.

The right faction in this State gets
anything it wants, and they know it.

It's as simple as that.

Yeah, you're sure right.

Hey, Joe, give me another burger.

With onions?

No onions.

Make it two, Joe.
With onions.

Come on, snap out of it.
Get that chain gang out of your head.

Can't go 'round like Mr. Atlas carrying
the whole world on your shoulders!

Well, something's gotta be done to
wake up the people in this State.

The fight isn't over.
It's just begun.

Spoking like John Paul Jones.

You know? Sometimes I think
you are crazy,

but I love you.

I hope father didn't see that kiss.

It hasn't been easy stalling you to him.

I'm trying to break the news gently.

- Hello, dear.
- Hello.

How are you, Roberts?

Oh, I'm managing to get by.

Cliff's been very modest.

He's just had a promotion.
He's covering the Capitol now.

That's fine.

Oh, by the way, I was talking with
Lloyd and he's coming for dinner.

Happy lambchops.

Good-bye, Mr. McKelvey.

I don't know what you see in that boy.

Never catch me wasting my time,
mooning around with him.

You'd look funny if you did, father.

- Oh, Cliff.
- Yeah, Pop.

- Will you?
- Yeah.

Sit down.

This story of yours on Senator Crawley
and the chain gang is swell.

I'm glad you liked it, Pop.

I hope you gonna let me keep on
pitching with more stuff and hard.

But, Pop, I've got just one ambush.

I don't wanna quit until The Standard has
cracked this chain gang thing wide open.

Pretty big order, son.

But it can be done.

I want to get all the facts that
Senator Crawley didn't have

and splatt them all
over our front page.

- Would you go for it, Pop?
- Of course, I go for it.

But you are headed up
a blind alley, son.

We've got our own little
Iron Curtain in this State.

And the chain gang is hidden behind it.

If I could just be there on the spot,

find out what really happens in
one of these chain gangs,

get photographs, talk to convicts.

Maybe you ought to rob a gas station
and get send up there for 5 years.

Or become a chaing gang guard.

Well, you might try...
Chain gang guard!

Sure, that's the way to get the story.

Oh, stop dreaming, son.

I'm not dreaming, Pop.
I'm serious.

So am I.

The idea is natural.

If I were there in the inside, saw
everything that happens first hand,

I'd wind up with the greatest
expos� in years.

If you didn't wind up in a pine box.

No, Cliff.

I don't want you enlisting for war,

and that's what it would be.

You'd be in the same spot as a spy.

And you know what happens to spies.

Yeah, if they get caught.

I'm willing to take the chance.

I can think of only one other crazy
fool in this world

who would wanna do a thing like this.

Me.
When I was your age.

Then, will you help me to do it?

No, Cliff, listen,

You just simply can't knock on
some chain gang warden's door

and say: "I want a job as a guard".

Yeah, but with all your years of
experience in the newspaper game,

you must know someone
who can pull the strings.

Well, I can only think of one man.
That's Bob Newcomb,

the warden of the
Booneville Penitentiary.

What are you waiting for?

You are Jack Granger, a young
friend of mine looking for work.

And here is the reference
from your last job.

Here is a friend of mine who is
influential with the right people,

or perhaps with the wrong people,

to use his influence
to get you the job.

Well, you are granted the job.
You're on your own.

Now you are equipped with a microfilm
cam to shoot on the spot pictures

but if you were caught using it
around the chain gang,

then it'd mean soft music and flowers,

so you'd better get in practice.

Our story around town would be
that I am giving you a short vacation,

to go fishing and we've got to make
everyone believe it,

even that girlfriend of yours.

Thanks, Joe.

Some guys have all the luck.

You mean me I suppose

You certainly must rate with Pop
getting a vacation to go fishing.

Don't stay away too long, remember
there is always Lloyd Killgalen.

That's a funny thought to leave me with.

Yeah, then leave with it.

That's better.

- Well, good fishing.
- Thanks.

You're taking along enough tackle
to catch the biggest fish in the State.

It's just what I expect to do.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Yeah?

My name is Granger.
I've come to see Captain Duncan.

Okay, Hank.

He's in the house right over there.

Right.

Come in.

Captain Duncan...

Hello.

- I... I'm Jack Granger.
- Oh, yeah, I was expecting you.

Sit down.

Ever bossed in a chain gang before?

No, but I was a guard at Booneville.

So I understand.

Being a guard in one of the
newfangled penitentiaries

and working here is different.

Booneville ain't Cloverdale.

I'm sure it isn't.

I've always thought they were
too soft with the cons up there.

Yeah, the boys got him.

Come on.

Where did you catch him?

He was making his way
through the swamp.

What are you so scared about?
Ain't you glad to be home?

What are you shivering for?

Cold? Well, a night in the
sweat-box will fix that up.

Langley, see that you get him
nice and warm.

Yes, indeed.
Come on.

You see, Granger?

We don't go in for none of them
high falutin' prison reforms.

To us a con is a con.
That's how we treat them.

- Get me?
- I certainly do, Captain.

They're pigs,
that's all they are.

Pigs, they gotta know who's boss.

Never let them think you are a softie
or you're licked.

Use your club, use your fist,
smack 'em down and you're okay.

Just remember that,
you can't go wrong.

Yes, sir.

The boys you're gonna work with
will be here in a little while.

I'll have you meet them.

Come on in.

Men, this is your new
playmate, Jack Granger.

- Hi, boys.
- Hi.

If you think being a guard around
here is gonna be a picnic, well...

well, just ask the boy.

I'm sure I'll have plenty to do.

- Plenty is right.
- I've never been afraid of work.

Then you're in the right
place, ain't he Capt?

Time will tell.

A lot of fellows start here but
they can't stand the gaff.

- Right?
- Oh, yeah, yes, thanks.

Zeek, pour Mr. Granger a drink.

Zeek is a little nervous for being
in solitary for two weeks.

When you finish your drink,
Adams will show you the headquarters.

You're sharing your room
with him and Yates.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night, Capt.
- Good night.

That will be your bed.

This will be your locker.

Gotta check and see if everything
is coming to you.

Should be a couple of uniforms, a
rifle, a billy club and a "black Annie".

What's "black Annie".

"Black Annie" is a whip.

It's an old fix thing.

You'll find out it's
your best friend, Granger.

These cons are pretty thick,

but "black Annie" is one language
they all understand.

You use those things at Booneville?

No, but sometimes I wish we had.

Well, guess I'd better make up my bed.

I'll give you a hand.

What time does our day
start around here?

A little before five.

I'd better turn in.
Want to be fresh for the morning.

Oh, you don't always have
to get up this early.

We do it in shifts.
You get the job about twice a week.

All right!

Permission to speak, sir.

Are you gonna start bellyaching about
that sore foot again?

It's getting worse, sir.

Does it hurt much?

Yes, sir.

Don't you think you'd have
to take care of it?

No, it's not that bad.

You start pitying these guys,
and you're sunk.

Well, I just don't wanna have
a sick con in here, that's all.

Fix him up and maybe we'll get
more work out of him.

Yeah, we will see how he is tomorrow.

You get that.

Rats!

All right, up and at them.

All right, snap it up.

Something special today, huh?

Especially bad.

What's the matter, Eddie?
Don't you like the grub here?

Oh, ain't that just too bad!

Watch yourself, kid, gettin'
sore ain't gonna do you no good.

That Eddie needs watching.

Yeah, just as I was telling Granger.
The kid's always bellyaching.

Ain't stopped since he's been here.

Come on, let's get a cup of java
before I start showing you around.

This is where they get their band.

Boss is in a rotten mood today.

This guy spoke out of turn.

Next time he'll keep
his big mouth shut.

How about a light?

This thing doesn't work,
It must be out of fluid.

Let me give you an
old-fashioned match.

You're sticking with me
the rest of the day.

I want you to see how
I run things around here.

All right, sir.

Have you ever seen such a lazy gang?

They should've been away
from here five minutes ago.

Some of you, guys, have been
laying down on the job.

Out on them roads now.

And tonight I want to see you
all come back sweating.

Or we got ways of making
you sweat here.

Come on, get going.

Come on, let's go.

We've got to pay a visit to that guy
that gave us trouble yesterday.

I just took him out of the sweatbox.

After roasting all night,
he was pretty much all in.

Yeah, next time you get out of line,
we won't be so easy on you.

Shall I take him back
to his quarters now?

No, no. Let him find his own
way back, Granger.

Remember, no coddling.

Just think what I told you.
You've got to treat these cons like pigs

If you don't think you can do it,
say so now.

Sorry, Captain. I'll be all right
as soon as I get the hang of the place.

Yeah. Tomorrow I think I'll send you
out on that road detail.

All right, you, guys,
don't lay down on the job!

- Foot giving you trouble?
- I'll say.

Maybe we�ll get a rest and
you can soak it in the creek.

Keeping them lazy dogs hustling,
that's something.

Hey, who�s that?

That's Harry Cleaver.

Wish I had his job. That's what I call
getting paid for doing nothing.

He's a representative of the
construction company.

Sort of in charge of things.

Make sure that nobody
puts anything over.

You mean that's all he does?

That and bum smokes for himself.

He's the world's champion
cigarette moocher.

I'm going down to the creek. You stay
here and keep those guys on their toes.

All right.

Alright, you men, keep moving,
snap it up.

- Hey, guard...
- Yes?

My name is Dennison,
one of the foremen.

It seems the men have been
pretty hard at it,

so how about giving them
a rest, huh?

Well, uh, this is my first day
on the job.

I'd rather you talked to one
of the other guards.

Langley!

Yeah?

Mr. Dennison here seems to think
the gang should knock off for a while.

Ain't been more than an hour
since they had a rest.

I'd say it was near to two hours.

Okay.
You're the guy that's building the road.

Ain't no skin off my heels.

Ten-minute rest!

What's the idea calling rest?

It ain't my idea, Mr. Cleaver. It's one
of them foremen of yours, Dennison.

He can't get the work done if he keeps
letting the men knock off.

I'll have to talk to
Dennison about that.

I wish you would.
He's spoiling them guys.

Not only for this detail,
but for the other jobs.

Take it easy, boys,
there's enough for everybody.

Look what he's doing now.

Yeah, I'll put a stop to that fast.

Take it easy.

- Come on.
- Hey, Dennison.

I don't like the way you're running
things around here.

What's wrong, Mr. Cleaver?

- You're spoiling these men.
- Oh, so that's it.

You must have been talking
to that guard.

Now, there's work to be done around
here. This is no tea party, you know?

No, I'd hardly call it
that either, but...

what is it you object to, Mr. Cleaver?

Giving the men a well-earned rest
or a bit of the oranges?

These men are convicts. They've broken
the law. Now, remember that.

I don't think anyone could forget it.

I'm reminded of it every
time I look at those chains.

Oh, so what, you'll get used to that.

No, I don't think I could ever
be that callous.

They're still human beings, not animals.

I thought slavery went out
with the civil war.

Look, Dennison, if you don't want
the job just say so. I'll�

- Okay, I am saying so.
- Sounds like a letter of resignation.

It is.
And it goes into effect right now.

Any of you, fellows, got a cigarette?

- Oh, yes, sir. Have one of mine.
- Thanks.

Oh, you're new around here, ain't you?

My start on the gang.

- Good luck to you.
- Thanks.

Thanks, thanks for the drag.

Say, Dennison won't give you any more
trouble. He's all washed up.

Good riddance.
Maybe now we can get back to work.

Any time you're ready.

Alright you guys, throw away them
oranges, let's get going.

I've been telling Granger, we've got to
start bearing down on them babies,

we're falling behind.

That's right. You know, if we finish
ahead of time

there's a bonus for the company,
and maybe a present for you boys.

I could sure use it.
How about you, Granger?

Why, I never turned down
money in my life.

I don't think I can make it.

You didn't get enough rest, kid.
Here, let me take it for you.

You go on and duck behind that tree.

Say, look at that.

Hey, you guys!

What do you think you're doing?

I just thought I'd help the kid, sir.

He can take care of himself.

Everyone does his own work
around here.

The sooner you know it, the better.

- What's your name?
- Snead, sir.

- And yours?
- Eddie Jones, sir.

- He's doing alright for a new man, huh?
- Yeah.

Snead... Jones.

All right, get back to work.
You'll hear more about this later.

File out. Line up.

Looks like they did a good
day's work for a change.

Most of 'em did. Granger has got
something to report, sir.

Good. Glad to see you're keeping
your eyes open. What is it?

Well, it was nothing serious, sir.

- Maybe we better skip it.
- Make your report!

Well, one of the men was
covering up for another.

Doing his work for him.

- Who was covering up?
- Snead.

Snead, step out.

Step out, I said!

Take off your shirt.

It's not his fault, sir.
Honest, it's not his fault.

There you are, Granger, he's all yours.

What? Go on, go on.

It's your whole case, son.
Why, three latches ain't enough.

Keep going.

Come on!

Langley, put him in solitary
for a few days.

Give him time to think it over.

I'm taking a big chance coming here.

I know what you must think of me,
Snead, and I don't blame you.

I've got to trust you to keep
your mouth shut, understand?

I wanna talk to you.

You wanna talk, I can't stop you.

You don't have to be
afraid of me, Snead.

Just let me alone, will you?
Let me alone.

You hungry?

You know I'm hungry.

What did you come here for?
Just to torture me some more?

I want to be your friend, Snead.

I know that sounds crazy to
you, but I mean it.

Here.

What's the idea?
What's the gag?

There's no gag.
Go on, take it!

I don't get you, mister.

First you beat me up
and then you wanna feed me.

It don't make sense.

I didn't want to use that whip.
That's my way of telling you.

You sure there's no catch?

No catch. There'll be more food.

How about a smoke?

How long you been here?

Six months just about.

And another year to go.

It would be less than that
with time off for good behavior,

but nobody ever gets that here.

You married?

Wife and a kid.

Sweetest little girl you've ever seen.

You ever hear from them?

Are you kidding? Don't you know
we're not allowed any mail?

I'm new around here.
I don't know all the rules yet.

Well, that's one of them.
No mail.

Would you like me to write
a line home for you?

Would I?

What do you want me to say?

You sure that's not asking
too much of you?

Ah, I'm sure.

Now, what's the wife's address?

It's Mrs. Roy Snead,
812 Olive Street, Taylorville.

Tell her�

Tell her I'm okay and feeling fine.

And tell Alice, that's my kid,

I'm sending her a big hug and kiss.

And one for her mom too.

Okay, Snead.

Thanks.

Come in.

What do you make of the Standard article

promising to expose the chain gang
with authentic photographs?

Just a cheap campaign to
build up circulation.

Any suggestions, Lloyd, how to...
how to check on the facts?

- Yes, ask Rita.
- Rita?

She could find out from
this Cliff Roberts.

I'm sure it's one of his quaint ideas.

Oh, incidentally, that step-daughter
of yours fully agrees with his ideas.

She wrote an article on
the evils of the chain gang,

and with a by-line, no less, �A Story of
Slave Labor,� signed by Rita McKelvey.

Ha! Wouldn't that jar
your mother's preserve?

You killed it, of course!

Yes, but it wasn't easy. She has a mind
of her own, as you so well know.

Yes, well, Lloyd, you...

you've got to find some way
to get her off the paper.

Ah, that's your job.

You had me hire her to satisfy her
whim of wanting to be a writer.

It's your paper, you fire her.

Alright, alright, we'll find some way.

But just now I've
something more important.

It's the new contract I have lined up.

And this deal is not for the State.

- Not for the State?
- No.

Well then, how do we fit in?
There'll be other bids, won't there?

Well, what if there are?
I'm still going to use chain gang labor.

Well, how can you if
it isn't a State project?

With the election coming up,
my boys will stay in line.

Now, Cleaver, when you get back
to the prison,

you tell Captain Duncan to assign
60 convicts to us 1st of the month.

- Yes, boss.
- Now, I guess, that's all boys.

- Good night, boss.
- Good night, Cleaver.

- Oh, Cleaver?
- Yes, sir?

Uh, phone me, uh, after you've talked
to Captain Duncan.

Okay, boss.

Lloyd? I'll find some way
to get Rita off the paper.

I'll make it easy for you, dad.

How long have you been there?

Long enough to learn that you're
the owner of the Chronicle

and had Lloyd Killgallen give me a job

in order to satisfy my desire
of wanting to be a writer.

And that my cars, clothes, schooling
and this palatial home

were all paid for by slave labor.

Is that why you sent me off to Europe?

So I wouldn't know the type of
business you're in?

And as for your problem of getting
me off the newspaper,

which keeps your boys in line,

it really isn't going to be
a problem, I'm getting off of it.

But I'm going to satisfy that whim
and keep on writing.

Writing copy you won't like to read.

But you can't object because
I won't be on the family payroll�

- But, but, but�
- Good night.

Hey! Hey, fellas!

Fellas!

- What's the matter?
- Fire!

Hey, it's spreading to the barracks.

Help! Help me!

Help!
My legs!

Help!

Hey, it's Eddie! It's Eddie!

Help me!

He's dead.

I understand you fellas
had some excitement?

We sure did.

Where did the fire start?

In the back of the sweat box.

And Granger sounded the alarm.

Who unchained the prisoners?

I did, Sir. The fire was getting�

Hereafter, Granger, don't do anything
around here without orders.

Yes, sir.

One of the boys picked this up.
Belong to any of you, fellas?

Yeah, that's Granger's.

Yes, sir, that's my lighter.

- Good night.
- Good night, Captain.

Good night.

But why did you quit the Chronicle?

Oh, I found out I was working
for my step-father.

You knew he owned the Chronicle
all the time, didn't you, Pop?

And everything else in town.

Where can I reach Cliff?

With authentic photographs
by staff reporter� Cliff?

- Where is he?
- Cloverdale Prison Camp.

I don't understand.

He got himself a job as a guard
so he could get to things first hand.

Guard!

And he's doing a fine job.
Here.

Take a look at those pictures.

When they're published it'll fill a
bomb shell into this State.

And John McKelvey.

But, it's so dangerous.
Why did you let him do it, Pop?

Oh, you know Cliff and his ideals.

This chain gang thing is under his skin
and he wants to follow it through.

When are you going to start
running these?

Just as soon as Cliff gives me
the go sign.

This stuff is dynamite.

It could start an investigation.
Put us right out of business.

Where do you think they get
all these pictures? All these facts?

I don't know but there's certainly
a leak somewhere.

Yeah, that's quite an observation.
We've got to stop that leak and fast!

You got any ideas, Harry?

Well, I'm with that gang every day

and any guy that can snoop around and
pop pictures and sneak out with them,

he's a wizard.

That helps.

- Lloyd?
- Yes, Mr. McKelvey?

I want tomorrow's Chronicle
to brand all that as a lie.

Something that's been trumped up.

That's a tough assignment
with those pictures.

We've got to find some way to do it.
Now, come on.

- Coming, Harry?
- Yeah.

How do you feel, Snead?

If you don't keep that trap shut,
you'll find out how he feels.

Come on, get going.

- Hey, Jeb.
- Yeah.

- Snead's the new oiler.
- Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

That solitary's plenty tough.

I couldn't have taken another
day of it. How's Eddie?

Died the night of the fire.

That new guard, Granger,
tried to save him.

Went into that fire and took a chance
on his own life. But it was too late.

Poor kid!

Granger tried to save him, huh?

Funny guy that Granger. First night
of solitary he brought me up�

Dummy up!

- Get to work!
- Yes, sir.

Something on your mind, Snead?

Yeah, how to get out of here.

That's been on a lot of guy's
minds around here.

A few of them tried it.
They were brought back in pieces.

They weren't any worse off.

Look, Jeb.

Yeah?

I'm working with you, but you
don't see nothing, understand?

You don't know from nothing.

Okay, I don't see nothing,
I don't know nothing.

The chain is off!

I hope you know what you are doing.

I'll know what to do and I'll
get the other one off.

Hello there.
Have you a cigarette ol' man?

Oh, I guess I can spare one.

Good.

I suppose you like a match too.

Thanks.

I don't think I got your name.

It's Granger, Jack Granger.

Oh, how long you been around here?

I told you, I was new on the job.
Why?

Oh, you just don't seem to be
the type for this kind of work.

Why not?

Ah, you're just, you're just different
from the other guards.

Well, you think maybe you can get me
a job with your outfit?

Maybe.

Thanks.
It's nice to know you're interested.

Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to my boss about
you the first chance I get.

- So long.
- So long.

Hello, Cleaver, didn't expect you quite
so soon. Now, how about a drink?

Yeah, don't mind if I do.

Yeah, I thought so.
Say, Mr. McKelvey, who is this fellow?

Yeah, it's Cliff Roberts.
Friend of Rita's. Newspaper man.

Oh, that adds up.

Mr. Roberts doesn't by any chance happen
to work for the Standard, does he?

Yeah, that's right.
Why are you so interested in him?

You seen him around lately?

No, he's on his vacation.
I think he went fishing.

Yeah, well, he didn't.

He's on that Sycamore Creek project.
He's working as a chain gang guard.

Guard on the chain gang?
You, you sure of that?

I'm positive.

As a matter of fact, I was talking
to Mr. Granger less than two hours ago.

- Granger?
- That's the name he gave me.

- So, he's a guard on the chain gang?
- That's right.

We're going to see that
this fisherman is stopped

before he gets the chance to deliver
any more of his catch.

Operator, I want to talk to
Captain Duncan, Cloverdale Prison Farm.

Yeah.

Captain Duncan.
Oh, hello Mr. McKelvey.

Yeah, Granger's been here about a week.
What about him?

A newspaper reporter?

I thought that there was something
phony about that guy

the minute I laid eyes on him.

No, he won't get a
chance to write another line.

Where did you get this Adams?

Well, you told us to keep an eye
on Granger.

I noticed him fooling around
with it, so...

while he was sleeping, I got curious.

That dirty double crosser!

Yeah, all the time he was taking
pictures with it.

And all the time you guys were asleep.

Come in.

- You sent for me, Captain?
- Yeah, sit down.

What is this? Sort of a conference?

Sort of.

You ever read
The Evening Standard, Granger?

Once in a while.

Seen what they've been
printing about us?

I haven't read any papers lately.
I haven't had time.

Been kind of busy getting
the hang of things around here.

- And you've done pretty good too.
- Thanks, Captain.

Fact is, you ain't missed
much of anything.

Cigarette?

Thanks.

Light?

Thanks.

The boys and I were thinking
of having some pictures taken

and thought maybe you'd like
to snap them.

But not like the ones you took
while we were working though.

We want some when we're playing.

Or maybe you've already got some?

Come on, let's have them.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe if we mess him up,
he'll do a little talk.

Time for a check up.
Come on.

Whose cot is this?

Snead's, Sir.

When did it happen?
What do you know about it?

- What do you know about it?
- Nothing, Sir.

You stay here.
I'm gonna report to Captain Duncan.

Maybe now, you'll talk.

- Captain...
- Yeah?

Snead's escaped.

Adams, you stay here with Granger.
Come on.

Granger got away, sir.

Let him go. He won't get far.
Get some more men.

Right.

My guess is he didn't take to the road.
He's hiding in the woods. Let's move.

Captain, look.

Never mind Granger.
You go with the others.

Hey, Granger.

Save your strength, fella.

We've got to get you to the creek
and wash that wound.

Take it easy on this.
Who shot you?

- Duncan.
- Oh, that rat!

You're gonna have a doctor for this.
I ain't much help.

Hey, there's a farm house upon
that hill. I think we can make it.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, let's try.

Wait a minute.
Let me ditch this jacket.

That's the end of the line, fella.

From here on it's every man
for himself.

Thanks.

Thanks, Snead.

Morning, Pop

Kimmy said you wanted to see me.

Yes.

Just got this story
from the wire service.

One of the prisoners at Cloverdale
made a break last night.

They got him alright but not before
he'd killed one of the guards.

Seems this convict got a hold
of a gun some way or other, and...

he shot the guard down
in cold blood.

Anyway, that's
Captain Duncan's version of it.

What are you trying
to tell me, Pop?

Cliff?

Yes.

Oh, Pop!

I wish I could cry like that.

He'll be alright.
It's just a flesh wound.

Who is he?

When I brought him in the other night
at first I thought he was dead

and then I saw that he was alive.

Well, there was no way
I had of getting to you.

So, I made a potato poultice.
That's my own remedy.

Something you doctors
wouldn't know anything about

but it draws out every bit of
poison that's in the wound.

Yes, I know, but who is he?

Well, at first I didn't know
and I didn't care.

He was a human being
and he was badly hurt.

When I took a look at the clothes
he was wearing, what do you think?

I don't know, what?

Well, they weren't regular clothes
at all. It was a prison uniform.

He's one of them guards
from the Cloverdale Prison Camp.

But now that I know he's alright
and know where he belongs

there's no sense in my
feeding him anymore.

So, if you don't mind, Doctor,
on your way into town

will you stop at the prison and
tell them to come for him?

Well, I have a few calls to make

and I won't get by there 'til
about five o'clock.

But, I'll tend to it.
Goodbye.

So long.

Oh, I'm so glad that he's going
to get out of this house

where he's been such a worry to me.
I don't know what I'll do.

Didn't make you much supper.
Just some hot soup.

I figured that you'd be back
at the prison before meal time.

Prison?

Yes. I told the Doc on his way into town

to stop and tell the prison people
you're here.

I guess they're worried about you.

Doc had several calls to make

and said he wouldn't be going
by there before five o'clock.

Well, it's way after that now,
they ought to be along here any minute.

Come on, take this soup.
Do you good.

- Thank you. You're very kind.
- Oh, it's nothing.

Want something?

I'm Captain Duncan of the Prison Camp.

Dr. Evans told me one of
our guards was here.

Sure he is. When I brought him in
the other night I thought he was dead.

- Where is he?
- In the bedroom. Come on in.

At first I didn't know who he
was but then until I saw the uniform

- so I said to myself he could've been�
- Where is he?

Well, he was here not more than
a half hour ago.

I gave him some hot soup.

I told him I'd sent for you and that
you'd be along after him any time.

So, you told him?

Well, guess maybe he thought
he'd save you the trouble

and just went back himself.

Maybe.

How long ago would you say he was here?

Well now, let me see. I put the stew
on about five o'clock,

or was it half past four?

- Always let it simmer about 15 minutes.
- Get the hounds.

Well, for land's sake, there's not going
to be enough stew for the hounds too!

He must have floated downstream
with the current.

Adams, you and Jim try this bank.
Yates, you stay here.

Langley, you and I'll follow
downstream on the other side.

That's more likely where he went.

If he's been floating downstream, we're
bound to pick him up somewhere.

He can't go on swimming forever.

When he does hit the bank,
he's going to be a tired cookie.

Oh, that's a great story
on Cliff's death, isn't it?

Pop, you better get a hold of yourself.

Oh, I'm alright, my dear.
It's just that the news of Cliff's death

is grossly exaggerated.
He's alive!

He phoned me at home.

He'll be here in less than an hour.

Oh, Pop!

Extra! Extra!

Special feature!
Chain gang expos�.

Chain gang officials arrested.

Captain Duncan and entire
staff ousted by Governor.

Hey, get and read the paper!

Grand Jury indicts McKelvey.

Thanks, Joe.

Well, here I am.

- I thought you didn't like fishing.
- I don't.

But you'll never go again without me.

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