High Wall Page #8

We'll work hard

together,

but you don't

understand.

I've got to get out

tonight. Whitcombe's leaving.

I've got to

stop him.

There's only one

way to do that.

If I can catch him in his

apartment, I can make him talk.

I want you

to get well, Steve.

There isn't anything

I wouldn't do for that.

Trust me.

You think I belong in

this room, too, don't you?

Or maybe you don't know.

Maybe you're confused.

Well, I'm not.

I've got things to do in

this world, good things:

A son

to take care of,

a profession, work.

You know that.

If I don't make Whitcombe

talk, I've got nothing.

I'm going

out of here tonight!

Steve.

Don't do it, Steve.

Please don't do it.

Steve!

Steve, let me out.

Please unlock

this door.

Doctor, Doctor Lorrison,

Doctor, they've been stealing

the letters from my wife.

You see, there's

no federal post-

oh, Steve, please.

Steve, don't do it.

You'll lose all chances

of being released.

They'll

hunt you down, Steve.

Steve, listen to me.

Please

listen to me, Steve!

Pull her, please.

Hot stuff,

coming through.

Thank you.

Main gate.

He just went through.

Are you willing

to sign a complaint?

Well, look, madam, if you're not

willing to sign a complaint,

there's nothing

the police department can do.

No. I'm sorry.

All districts, attention.

Signal 6-0. Steven Kenet,

homicidal, now at large.

All cars,

districts 1, 7, and 10,

take your ring positions-

South plam.

Districts 2, 5, 6, and 8,

arterial roadblocks.

Description follows:

Black Plymouth sedan,

license number 398948.

Escaped maniac

wearing white uniform

of hospital attendant,

escaped county insane asylum

6:
53 P.M.

Telephoto transmission

follows.

This man is homicidal.

I repeat, this man

is homicidal.

There's only one way

we'll ever know the truth.

When this man Whitcombe

came here this afternoon

and taunted Kenet,

he thought-

that's what

Kenet told you.

You know it isn't true.

Do you know it is?

I know one thing. We've got to

stop this manhunt.

He'll resist the police,

and they'll shoot him down.

I've suspected

for some time, Ann,

that your interest in Kenet

wasn't exactly clinical.

Now, look, Ann. The man

did escape, didn't he?

Yes.

And he is under indictment

for murder, isn't he?

Yes.

Then you must understand

there's nothing at all

we can do about it now.

We could correct George's

report to the police.

You know, it's just possible

he's not a homicidal maniac,

and he's not going to

kill everyone he sees.

He's probably out

for one thing-

to get the truth

and clear himself.

Hardly a professional

diagnosis, Ann.

Most likely,

he's gone out

to kill the man

he attacked before.

Get me

police headquarters.

Cover maple street,

the 100 block.

The hospital thinks he

might be headed there.

Send 43, 61, and 72

and have halloran check in

from the apartment

of a man named Whitcombe

at 106 maple.

Hello, Maggie?

Dr. lorrison.

Will you call me

a cab, please?

Thank you.

How many?

Fill her up.

Regular

or special?

Special.

Forgot the keys.

I'll be right back.

This concludes

the police emergency broadcast.

We will return you

to your original station.

I wouldn't

do that, mister.

Oh! Ah...

Well, my-my wife,

you see, when it rains...

And whenever

she's at the movies,

I always call

to see-

who's in the house?

Nobody but bessie and me,

and bessie's at the movies.

Where does that go?

Noplace. It's just

a closet. See?

Go right ahead.

Help yourself.

I'm going to have to trouble

you for that raincoat.

Yes, sir.

Who does that car

outside belong to?

Oh, that's mine.

It's in good shape, too.

I mean, I just had the valves

ground, and the keys are in it.

Well, you'll have your car

and clothes back tomorrow.

How far is it

to the state line?

Oh, 80 Miles or so.

Get in.

Yes, sir.

You two men cover

the cellar and the alley.

Davis, cover the roof.

I want this entrance

and the entire block covered.

Get these cars

off the street.

Remember, this man's

a homicidal maniac.

Joe, just a minute.

Stop!

Steve!

Steve, I'm so glad I found

you. I've been cruising

up and down these

streets for over an hour.

Stop playing policeman,

Doctor. I'm not going back.

Oh, Steve. You don't

understand. I want to help you.

I want to prove

that you're right.

I know that

you can't go back,

not until you find

Whitcombe.

I sat in my office

thinking about things.

Psychiatry can

never tell me

what I must

find out.

Steve, that's why

I'm here.

We've got to get you

away from here, Ann.

Your professional career,

everything you've worked for

will be ruined if you're

found here with me.

Oh, Steve, don't you understand?

It doesn't matter now.

Do you remember what

you told me tonight?

Well, that's true

for me, too.

If Whitcombe...

Isn't guilty,

if he doesn't confess,

then there's nothing.

There's nothing

for either one of us.

How about another one, Charlie?

No... I shouldn't

be here.

Oh, I know

I shouldn't be here.

Why don't you

throw me out?

Go on, throw me out

in the rain.

I dare you

to throw me out.

Ah, you won't talk,

huh?

Well, that's

good enough for me.

Ok by me, Charlie.

Money's no good,

nobody to talk to.

Well, I'll just

find somebody.

Tom! My pal,

tom conover.

When did you leave

Cincinnati?

I'm afraid

you're mistaken.

You're not tom conover from Cincinnati?

Are you kidding?

Sorry, chum.

Do you mind?

I'm deeply sorry,

sir. Madam.

Steve, we must

wait here.

There's no way we can

reach Whitcombe now.

Not "we," Ann. Me.

I'll get in touch

with him some way.

Steve,

come to my house.

We can talk things over

there.

You could see Richard.

I've had him ever since

that first day.

The court gave me

temporary custody.

Mrs. Ferguson is my aunt.

He's been with you

all this time?

Yes, he has.

You know something?

I got to buy a drink

for anybody that looks

as much like tom conover

as you do.

Uh, madam,

my name is pinky.

May I inquire

what is yours?

Uh, Betty.

Look, can you please

stop annoying my wife and me?

We're busy.

All right,

all right.

Simmer down, friend.

Just trying to pour a little

of the milk of human kindness.

Uh, madam Betty, your very good health.

Thank you.

You're going back

to the hospital.

I'm going to have another

try at maple street.

Steve, be reasonable. You're

only committing suicide.

All this talk

about your son...

You've got to live for him

if for no other reason.

If you thought

it was so hopeless,

why did you come

prepared with that?

How did I know

there was going to be

a cordon of police

around the entire block?

Please be reasonable,

darling.

I want to help you,

and I can.

But I can't if you insist

on committing suicide,

getting yourself

shot down.

Oh, please, Steve.

Come to my house.

You can see Richard, and

we can plan things calmly.

While Whitcombe calmly

walks out of town,

and I spend

the rest of my life

in a side room

of ward c?

We'll get the best

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