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Where now?

We're gonna let you

get an idea of the county jail.

You won't find it the best in the West.

But it won't hurt you till they

come up from Los Angeles for you.

You can't hold me without a warrant.

Do I have to keep asking you

not to tell us what we can't do?

I'm trying to explain! There isn't time!

Time's the one thing

you don't need to worry about.

You'll have it to burn.

You'll have 20 years,

if you get the right lawyer.

If you don't,

you'll have all the time there is.

What's wrong? What's holding us up?

Truck ahead.

Looks like they're changing a tyre.

Got a cigarette?

Sure. All you want.

Hiya, bud! Hey, what's the matter?

He went behind those rocks!

Not over here.

There he goes!

There he is!

Hello there.

Hello. I got caught in this storm.

Maybe you'd like to come

inside and get dry.

Did you leave your car

down on the road?

It won't do it any good

standing in the rain.

I don't have a car.

You might say I'm travelling by thumb.

- By thumb?

- Yeah, I'm a hitchhiker.

Oh, I see.

I've always thought that was the

best way to learn about this country,

and the surest

test of the American heart.

Yes, I guess it is.

Will you go to the fire

and dry your clothes?

Thanks.

They'd dry more quickly if you hung

them up and put on something of mine.

Oh, no, thanks! This is fine.

We could do with another log

on the fire. Would you?

Why, sure.

You must stay until this blows over.

It won't detain you long.

These autumn storms are short.

They yield to none in wetness,

but they are short.

Yes, I -

I'm sorry, I should have warned you.

Those logs are heavier than you'd think.

I drop them constantly.

Yes, they are heavy.

I guess I was too smart

trying to pick it up with one hand.

Good job it didn't land on your foot.

That often happens to me.

You're lucky.

Yeah. I'm lucky.

Oh, I was forgetting.

My name is Philip Martin.

Oh, I'm Barry K - Mason.

I'm glad you found yourself near here,

Mr Mason, when the storm came.

It's a pleasant thing to have a guest

sharing the fire when it's raining.

- You live here alone, sir?

- Yes.

Except I don't think of it in that way.

You see, sounds are my lights

and my colours.

My music, for example.

I compose a little.

And there is nobody to tell me that

the results are anything but brilliant,

so I live in a comfortable glow

of self-appreciation.

I prefer playing the

works of other composers.

Undoubtedly,

you'd prefer listening to them.

I used to play the triangle

in our high school band.

Oh, that's too bad.

It's unfortunate when you get

out of practice on the triangle.

The piano is a boon to me.

The piano can't know that you're blind,

so it doesn't embarrass you by trying

to make things easier for you.

It does you

the compliment to trust you.

Delius, the British composer,

was blind too.

That's our only resemblance.

This is his

"Summer Night on the River."

A very interesting effect:

Obligato on an apple.

Oh, I apologise, Mr Mason.

I forgot how hungry you

must be after your long walk.

Just a moment. I'll get something.

Oh, no. Thanks.

This is fine. I - I like apples.

So do I. We'll save them for dessert.

It was all ready, you see.

All I needed was a reminder

that I was hungry too.

- Are you dry enough?

- Just about, sir.

It stopped raining.

Is that a car coming?

Two cars, I think.

Excuse me.

One car is my niece's.

I'd know that motor anywhere.

The other is a stranger to me.

Couple of men in it.

The girl's pointing down the road.

They must be asking where to go.

This is an easy country

to lose your way in.

Car's starting off down the road now.

- The girl's coming.

- That's my niece.

She's been staying with me.

She comes from New York

to spend a month with me every year.

It's one of my greatest pleasures.

Unhappily for me, she can't stay longer.

She finds the quiet deafening.

Uncle Philip - hello, old boy.

What do you think happened? Oh.

You didn't know we had a guest.

You turned your back

and see what happened.

My niece, Patricia Martin.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Uncle Philip, there was a car

full of detectives down the road.

They wanted

to know the way to town.

They're searching for a man.

It was on all the radios.

He's a dangerous -

My dear, the police

are always on the alarmist side.

But they said -

I'm sure they did. How could

they be heroes if he were harmless?

Would you mind not having any

further quotations from the police?

Their remarks are always so expected.

They kill conversation.

You've probably seen the face

of my niece before, Mr Mason.

Why, yes.

I was wondering where I'd seen -

As a matter of fact,

you've seen her practically everywhere.

I'm told that billboards she adorns

would reach across the continent,

if placed end to end.

I can't imagine who's going to

place them end to end,

nor why they should

consider it the thing to do.

Uncle Philip never has been

enthusiastic over my career as a model.

Oh, well, relatives are like that.

My, aren't you two mean,

going ahead and eating without me.

I'm starving.

Would you pass me

one of those plates, please.

- Oh!

- What's the matter, Pat?

Have you just seen his handcuffs?

I heard them as soon as he came in.

Uncle Philip, he must be

the man they're looking for!

Yes, very probably.

But you should have

given him to the police.

Are you frightened, Pat?

Is that what makes you so cruel?

But you've got to!

He's a dangerous man.

Oh, Pat, come on,

Mr Mason may be many things,

but he's certainly not dangerous.

In fact, I'm not at all

convinced that he's guilty.

Uncle Philip,

it's your duty as an American citizen.

It is my duty as an American citizen

to believe a man innocent

until he's been proved guilty.

Don't tell me about my duty.

It makes you sound so stuffy.

Besides, I have my own ideas

about my duties as a citizen.

They sometimes involve

disregarding the law.

But what are

you going to do with him?

I'm going to turn

him over to you, my dear.

And you're going to drive him

down to Tim, the blacksmith,

and have those preposterous

contraptions removed from his wrists.

Oh, how could I do a thing like that?

Because you know I can see

a great deal further than you can.

I can see intangible things.

For example, innocence.

Will you go with my niece, Mr Mason?

Oh, yes, sir! Uh... if you don't mind?

- What'll I tell the blacksmith?

- Tell him Mr Mason is my friend.

He won't ask any other questions.

Go ahead, Pat.

Go with her, Barry.

Barry, I know, is your name.

Your voice explained to me

that "Mason" isn't.

But as I told you before,

names are of such little importance.

I - I don't know how to thank you.

Go ahead, Barry. Go ahead.

And do the things I wish I could do.

Good luck, Barry, and for heaven's sake,

get back in practice on that triangle!

- Is the blacksmith's shop very far?

- No, right along here.

And, uh... is he - Is he really alright?

- He and my uncle are great friends.

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