Deep Valley Page #7

with his hair brushed

and a clean shirt

and smelling like a daisy.

Barry.

It's no use, Libby.

I'll always be like that.

I'll never change.

I'm not

dragging you into it.

Don't say that.

I never really figured

I was a criminal...

Until now.

Oh, but you're not.

You're not.

So I don't know what

goes on in my own head?

No.

Libby, you just

don't understand.

I heard that guy

down there.

I heard his step

on the ladder.

I knew in one second

he'd come up

and find me trapped.

In that one second,

I felt every day

of the seven years

of torture in me.

I felt it

in my insides.

I felt the life, Libby,

the life that you and me

could have together

being taken from us.

Why, hello,

miss Saul.

It's mighty nice to see

you moving around again

after

all these years.

Feeling better?

Yes.

Thank you, sheriff.

Husband home?

No, he's not. He'll be

along directly, though.

Can I do something?

Well, I guess I can talk to

you just as good, miss Saul.

Then won't you come in?

Would your men

like some coffee?

Well, thank you, no.

Listen, miss Saul.

I don't want to

scare you,

but this house is

the only one around here

that he could raid

for food and stuff.

What are you

talking about?

This convict fella.

You ain't been missing

any food or clothes

or poultry maybe,

have you?

No, I don't think so.

Can't say as we have.

Is he around here,

do you think?

Well, we're

pretty sure

he backtracked

this way.

Picked up

a trail finally.

Leading to here?

Somewhere

around here.

I've got a ring of posse men closing in.

Is Libby home?

Yes, but I don't

know where.

Well, I'll leave you

one of my deputies

if you'll

feel safer.

Saul will be along. He's

bringing Mr. Barker with him, too.

Oh, that's O.K., then. That's fine.

Oh, I almost

forgot something.

This belongs to miss Libby, I believe.

We found it in

that cabin

up beyond

the stone ridge

where we jumped

that convict fella.

She must have left it

there sometime or other.

You must be tired,

sheriff.

Not a bit.

Tell you the truth,

I've enjoyed

every minute of it.

You know,

I've got an idea

we're going to get

our man tonight.

I hope so, sheriff.

So long.

Good-bye, sheriff.

Mostly on boats,

that's for me.

Wait till you see our cabin on our boat.

Will it have

everything?

A mirror on

the back of the door?

Sure, a mirror.

Anything you want.

Just ring a bell, a little

guy in a white coat comes,

bring you anything

you want.

And then we'll

definitely

come to a big city.

Will we go to

a regular hotel?

Honey, we'll go to

the Waldorf.

Nothing but the best

for Mrs. Barry Burnett.

We'll have-

we'll be a couple of

swell people, Libby.

That convict stuff is

long gone and forgotten,

and someday I'll

go to the Governor.

I'll say, "Look, Gov,

a long time ago, I

escaped from a road gang,

but look how good I've done since then

- me and my wife.

Look at our swell kids

and our business

and our house.

I didn't mean to

do it, Gov,

so how about a pardon,

just for the record?

We'll be the best people

in the whole state... "

"If you'll just

give us a chance."

Ma.

We love each other.

Please help us.

Help a convict

with blood

on his hands

to run away

with my own child?

Oh, but he-he's not

a criminal.

He never meant

to do anything wrong.

You'll both be killed before

you get out of these woods.

Even if you do

get away,

you'll spend

your life in misery.

Don't say that.

Come on, Libby. We can't stay here now.

We got to make

a run for it.

Ma, I-I love you, but

you just don't understand.

Libby, no decent man

would ask a girl

to go sneaking

through life with him-

lying and hiding,

afraid of every policeman,

running from one dirty job

to another,

living in shacks,

afraid to show your faces.

Hunted.

Hunted like criminals.

Seems to me, ma'am, you and your

husband are more like criminals

for what you've

done to her.

Come on, Libby.

Libby. Libby.

Libby!

Libby, you can't

get away.

They know he's here.

The sheriff told me,

that's who.

The woods are full

of them.

You'll both

go to jail.

Libby. Libby,

come back!

Libby! Libby!

That certainly

was some ride.

I'll go see if

supper's ready.

Libby!

Libby.

Elly! Elly, what is it?

Where are you?

Are you crazy? Libby,

what are you trying to do?

Leave me alone.

Don't try to stop her.

She's going with me.

You haven't got a chance.

You want to get her killed?

I'm going, I tell you.

Get away.

Let her go! Will you let her go?

We love each other. Don't

you understand? Now let me go.

You heard what

she said, you-

Jeff! Jeff!

Libby, the posse

is right down there.

You haven't

got a chance.

Oh, Barry.

Jeff!

Barry.

Hey, what's going

on out there?

Wait.

Wait.

I can't keep up.

Don't you want me?

It's no good, Libby.

Let go.

No. I don't

want to live, then.

You'll get hurt, Libby.

No.

Barry!

Barry!

That's him.

Barry!

Barry!

Ugh.

Barry!

Barry.

Barry.

Look. Libby, look.

It's a big one.

I think we got him.

Look. Shh.

We can't stay here.

Do you think you can

walk if I help you?

I got ahead of

them through the cut,

but they'll be here

any minute.

Barry.

They won't catch me now.

They're too late.

That's one on them,

I guess.

I don't know

why I came up here.

I just had to.

You know, I got the funniest

kind of a free feeling, Libby,

like I was way out in the

ocean on a boat, you know?

Yes.

Don't talk,

darling.

Come to think of it,

I don't mind much.

I just had to

have somebody...

Somebody...

Just once, who'd know

what was inside me.

Who'd know

I didn't mean to.

I know.

And I'll never

be the same

for knowing the love

you've given me.

Enough to last me

all my life.

Look. Look.

See?

He got away.

Barry.

Barry.

Yes, darling.

He's free, too.

Dinner's

almost ready.

How do you like it?

Thought I might as well

thought you said young Barker

was going in this with you.

He is. We're partners, sort of.

That's him...

"and company."

Seen Libby?

She was around here

a little while ago.

Hello, Libby.

Hello, Jeff.

Well, we're moving

right along now.

That's the way

it goes-in spurts.

You ought to have

a coat.

Here.

Get into this.

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