Canon City Page #4

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I'll finish the job on it.

No!

Leave him alone.

Are you telling me

what to do?

Yeah, I'm telling you.

I didn't ask in on

this party, see?

But now that I'm in on it,

I'm not gonna let you

foul it up

just to satisfy

a personal grudge.

Listen, this goes

for all you guys!

(scuffling)

Here's another boyfriend

to take along.

(scuffling)

Are we set?

Yeah.

Yeah.

If we clear the yard,

we're on our way.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

Come on,

we want the keys

to the north gate.

I haven't got it.

You're lying.

I'm not.

It's kept

during daytimes,

never at night.

We can't wait

for the key!

They'll see us in a minute

and start shooting!

Maybe we can

climb this thing.

Let me at that lock!

Keep back, you guys!

(smashing)

(suspenseful music)

(banging)

They found this

key on Biggs.

See if it fits!

Got it!

(chains rattling)

It's okay!

The gate's open!

(telephone rings)

McNally speaking.

What?

No, there's no

"Hill Gang" on tonight.

Why should there be?

McNally, there's

been a break!

12 men gone,

Joe Gray

nearly killed!

(phone clattering)

Get me the warden!

(horn blowing)

(whistle blowing)

(narrator)

The dread sound of the prison whistle,

announcing a break,

warning Caon City.

The people hurry

for their homes,

to protect their families,

to prepare for

whatever may be coming,

for the blast of that whistle

always means trouble,

suffering, bloodshed,

death.

Caon City can never forget

the last time it blew--

a night of horror,

12 dead--

seven guards,

five convicts.

Tonight, another break,

a blizzard setting in

and a tornado

of desperate men at large.

The people get ready

for anything

and gather their children

into their homes.

Warden Best hurries

back to the prison,

through the storm,

to take command,

to muster his forces.

Rifles and ammunition

are issued for the manhunt.

The state police

have been alerted.

A statewide alarm is out.

(alarm blaring)

These three guards

can't go any farther.

All right,

we'll leave 'em here.

Come on.

(whistle blowing)

The cops!

Break it up!

Scatter!

(narrator)

Even a newsboy's whistle means danger.

All of Caon City is stirring

like a nest of hornets.

People have one goal--

to get to

the safety of their homes.

The fugitives have

scattered.

One group got

away in a laundry truck.

Others steal cars,

like Schwartzmiller

and his group.

The keys are still in it,

the engine still warm.

Get in the back,

screw!

(dramatic music)

Listen, men, you all

know the country.

It's rough outside

tonight,

and you're dealing

with some rough men.

If possible,

bring 'em in alive,

but don't take

any chances.

That's all.

Okay, warden.

Let's go, fellas.

(overlapping chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(sirens blaring)

(tires squealing)

Nice driving, Curt.

You did all right.

I'd like to see you do as

good on a night like this.

Where's the prison

dairy farm?

About a mile

up the road.

You may find a car

there,

but you're wrong in

thinking you'll get guns.

They keep 'em

locked up in a vault.

That won't stop us.

Not tonight.

We'd better

get off the road.

We'll go through

that field.

No matter how we go,

we leave tracks in the snow.

That's not a bad thought

for a city guy,

but I beat you to it.

Go ahead and walk

in single file.

I'll follow you and

wipe the tracks away.

The wind'll do

the rest, stupid.

Hey, where are you

trying to take us?

This isn't the dairy farm.

I know.

It's not far from here.

But I thought we'd go

in here and get warm.

Whose place is this?

A family by the name

of Oliver.

Do they know you?

No, I don't think so.

Maybe they

got a car.

Yeah,

we'll find out.

You keep your

mouth shut.

(dramatic music)

(door closes)

Excuse us for

tracking in the snow.

Mrs. Oliver?

Why didn't you knock?

You scared me

half to death.

(laughing)

I'm sorry.

You see,

we're in a hurry.

We're officers from

the pen.

I suppose you heard

about the prison break.

Yes, we heard it

on the radio.

You got a phone?

No.

No.

Well, uh,

our car was wrecked,

and we lost some guns.

We'd like to borrow

some of yours,

and your car too,

if you don't mind.

Well, I don't know.

Now, listen he--

Uh, you've got guns,

haven't you?

Uh, yes.

Yes, we've got guns.

A .38 pistol

and a .22 rifle.

I'll get 'em for you.

That's very nice

of you, friend.

We want

ammunition too.

Go get yourself

warmed up.

Poor guy got a chill

when the car turned over.

Ripped the coat

right off his back.

Seems to me,

you men should

have on overcoats

in this kind of weather.

Well...

How'd you come

to lose your guns?

They got smashed

in the wreck.

Of course, we've still got

these tear-gas billies.

They're loaded

with shotgun shells.

They'd make a nasty hole

in a person.

Yes, they would.

Dear me.

Where are the keys to

your car, Mrs. Oliver?

The car won't start.

What do you mean,

it won't start?

Well, the engine's cold.

The battery's run down.

Now, don't

give us that!

Take it easy, chum.

Well, you-- it wouldn't

start for me.

You can try it

yourself, if you want to.

Here are the keys.

It's out by the barn.

Thanks.

Oh, don't mind him.

He's got a nervous

disposition.

I wish he'd control it.

I've got one too.

You must have been

half frozen.

(Schwartzmiller) Yeah, but he

feels a whole lot better now.

Sit down, boys.

(radio announcer)

Bulletin--

The 12 escaped convicts

are still at large.

These men are armed

and dangerous.

Four prison officials

injured by the escapees

have been taken

to the hospital.

One is near death.

Officer Winston Williams,

kidnapped as a hostage,

is missing.

It is not yet known

what has become of him.

You were right, lady.

Your stinkin' car

won't start!

Looks like the whole blasted

country's froze up.

How do we get to

the dairy farm from here?

You can't miss it.

You follow the road

out front.

You'll come to Superintendent

Higgins' house first.

Where is

Higgins' office?

In the farm dormitory,

a couple of hundred feet

from the house.

One of us had better

stay here, just in case.

I'll stay.

Get a car

and pick me up here.

Keep an eye on this guy

before he goes nuts.

Don't forget to

come back!

I'll come back!

(door closes)

Funny-- if you're

prison guards,

you don't know where

the dairy farm is.

We're new on the job,

Mr. Oliver.

We don't know

this country yet.

Then how can you go

hunting escaped convicts?

I...

I was just getting

supper.

I'm sure you

wouldn't object

to a nice, hot cup

of cocoa.

You'd like one, wouldn't

you, Mr. Williams?

Hey!

You said these people

didn't know you.

We don't, but we

heard the radio.

Yeah, he's Williams,

and we're cons.

Sit down, Mr. Oliver.

Take it easy.

(Mrs. Oliver)

Anything else you'd like?

Yeah, some fruit,

maybe.

Oranges.

I've got some.

You know, you don't

look like a criminal.

I'm not.

They got

the wrong man.

Get the cocoa.

(wind howling)

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