Fury Page #3

- Well, good day.

It's an outrage a man can't stand up

for law and order...

Men do stand up for it.

I'll tell you one thing, Hummel.

My friends won't be satisfied...

...with what those pillars

of society have to tell them.

An attack on a girl hits us

ordinary people where we live.

We're gonna see that politics

don't cut any ice.

I'm gonna see that a lot

of half-baked rumors don't either.

Now hightail out of here

and behave yourself...

...or I'll have the county take you

and all your relatives off the dole.

Myrtle, get the governor

on the phone.

I'll have the National Guard ready

for any merited emergency.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

Keep me informed.

I hope nothing's happened.

It's the first time he's come West, so...

I ain't heard of anyone being tomahawked

or scalped in the neighborhood in a while.

The sheriff's wrong

not to give us the facts.

What'd they rip his car up for

unless it was to find ransom dough?

I heard there was 5000

in tens, twenties, fifties...

- Ten thousand, they told me.

- It was a lot of money.

First thing he did was phone

Chicago for his lawyer.

That's always the first thing

a guy like that will do.

Maybe he gave the money

to the sheriff to go free on bail.

- Shut up, Goofy.

- There's Bugs. He ought to know.

- Let's ask.

- That's an idea.

- Bring him in and give him a drink.

- Come on, gang. Let's go and get him.

Remember, just one.

Hooray for Bugsy!

- Give us the dope, Bugsy.

- Come on, Bugs.

- He knows all about it.

- Say, what's biting you fellas?

- What do you wanna know?

- There's an argument about...

...the amount the sheriff

found in that kidnapper's car.

- I hate to disappoint you guys.

- Come on, Bugsy.

We didn't find nothing.

We ripped it up...

Go on, we know

you found ransom money.

- Yeah, ten grand hid under the seat.

- Ten grand, me eye.

Why, all Wilson had on him of

the ransom money was a five-dollar bill.

Who does that make a liar out of?

Wait'll I shove it down

the sheriff's throat.

Come on.

Let's give him a serenade.

- Yeah, Dawson's right.

- Attaboy!

Quiet. Quiet, I say! Quiet!

Everybody's getting too excited.

The sheriff's okay.

- This is none of our business.

- No?

I'll tell you, if I lived in this town,

I'd make it my business.

What are you eggs?

Soft-boiled, that you don't

stick up for a kidnapped girl?

- Who are you?

- Just passing through.

Been up to Capital City, strike-breaking

for the streetcar company.

Maybe you need some help here too.

Not from a mug like you.

Lay off, Garrett. The sheriff made

a monkey out of you too.

He's right. We ought to be ashamed

letting a stranger show us the ropes.

Come on, fellas, let's go get him.

Come on!

Come on, let's have some fun!

Where's that special deputy list

I made out?

Did I tell you to call up the gov...?

Wait a minute.

Here, Myrtle, first call up

the men I've checked on that list.

Get out the tear gas bombs.

- Two apiece.

- Right.

Sheriff, we wanna talk

to this Wilson guy.

Boys, keep out of this.

There's no positive proof

that the man you want to...

...talk to is guilty.

Or innocent either.

The district attorney

is checking on him now.

But whichever he is...

...he's under the protection

of the law.

As long as I stand here

you can yell yourselves hoarse.

- But you won't see this man.

- Then you won't stand there long.

We'll move you.

Well, then I ought to tell you men...

...the National Guard is on its way.

Orders to stop,

telephoned from the governor.

- Stop? But...

- Why, Will?

Because people always resent

troops moving in on them.

Hurts their pride.

When the papers phoned me

about this little ruckus in Strand...

...I was able to calm them

down all right.

But knowing how conscientious

you are, Bert, I came right over.

And mighty good thing

I was in time to stop you too.

You could cut our political throats

with this soldier stuff in an election year.

You, Freddy Garrett, Durkin, Lopez,

Walker, Johnson, all of you, go home.

You're gonna wind up being sorry

for this.

Think of your families.

Stick in with this kidnapper, Milt Grimes,

and you'd better not come home tonight.

You elected me to do my duty,

and I'm going to.

You're diving in over your heads, men.

Listen to reason.

Stop acting like a lot of hysterical...

I'm warning you!

Don't make me use force.

You're not up against just us here.

- More deputies, with tear gas and rifles...

- Hey!

Hey, jailer! Jailer! Come here, will you?

Hey, jailer!

Jailer!

Jailer! Have the sheriff inform

my girl, will you?

She's the one I wanted to call up.

I just didn't wanna get her

mixed up in this thing.

She can tell you who I am.

Ten cents.

Hey, buddy! Hey!

Hey, is this the way to Strand?

- Straight ahead.

- Okay, thanks. Keep going.

Them newsreel guys are on their toes.

Must have found out before it happened.

I phoned where I live.

There's no word of him.

Oh, he had a puncture, I suppose.

Everything will be all right.

The things that happen.

The bus driver just told me...

...they got somebody they suspect

of that kidnapping at Strand.

A fella named Joe Wilson.

The mob there is trying

to make him confess.

Joe Wilson? But...

Joe... That's impossible.

He never hurt a hair on anyone's head

in his life.

Where's a car? I've got to go there.

Lend me your car, please? I've got to go.

- The boys got my car.

- When's the next bus?

They ain't no more.

What'll I do? I've got to go.

Don't you understand?

I've got to go to him.

Won't you help me?

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy,

what a shot this is.

We'll sweep the country

with this stuff.

Oh, the film's gone. Reload.

And be sure and use

that hypersensitive film.

Holy smoke.

Come on, Bill, make it snappy.

And get me that 2-inch lens.

Bar the door.

Open the door!

I can get them through the window.

- More bombs!

- We're almost out.

- Where's them National Guards?

- Where's Ralph?

- Here.

- Where's Milt?

- His wife took him home.

- Why, the yellow...

Wait a minute.

What does that silence mean? Quiet.

Heave ho!

Heave ho! Heave...

Get cabinets, desks,

line them up against that door.

Stop! Please, stop!

Jailer! Jailer! Can't anybody hear me?

Let me out!

I'll talk to them!

Let me out! Give me a chance!

Let me talk to them!

Give me a chance, will you?

Can't anybody hear me?

- Up to the cells, men.

- Come on!

- Give us the keys, Lem.

- I ain't got them.

- Nothing's gonna happen to you.

- All we want is this guy Wilson.

- We know you got keys.

- I ain't got them!

- We want those keys.

- Where are they?

- Get a post. We'll break it down!

- Yeah, that's it!

We haven't got time.

Let's smoke him out.

Yeah, he's right. Let's go, men.

Come on, let's get some wood.

Hope you like baked potatoes, Wilson.

- Hey!

- There goes his dog!

- Give me some of them books.

- Hey, come back here!

- Let the dog go!

- Get it down!

Hey, Wilson, they can't parole you

out of this.

Hello, Rainbow.

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