The Glass Wall Page #5

You get rid of that guy!

If you'll keep your mouth shut

nobody will know he's here.

Yeah? What about the kids?

I suppose you'll tape their mouths up so

the neighbors won't know anything about it.

Damn you, Freddie! I'll knock your block off!

Shut up!

Mom, you've got more sense than this.

What business

we got with this guy anyway?

They've got the United Nations

for things like this, ain't they?

Why don't he go to the U.N.?

Didn't the U.N. help

to bring over your cousin Frank?

All right. Tomorrow we'll take him

to the U.N. building and find out.

Right now, he's sick, and he needs rest,

and he's staying here!

Over my dead body.

I'll take care of him right now.

Ma, you should have drowned him

when he was a baby!

Let go!

If you think you can stop me, you're crazy.

I'm going to bounce this bum out of here

right now.

I ain't taking no rap for a lousy foreigner.

Don't forget,

your dead father was a lousy foreigner.

Go on, bring him in,

and I don't want to hear one more word!

- U.N. The U.N.

- What's that?

The U.N. building.

- You mean the United Nations building.

- Yes.

That's way down 41st Street.

It's a big, tall building with a glass wall.

You better take a cab.

It's 6:
00.

All cars, 15th Precinct.

Kuban seen on First Avenue near 44th,

going south.

All cars, 15th Precinct.

Thanks, Lieutenant. We'll go right over.

A woman spotted him,

a waitress on her way to work.

Just phoned the police. Said she recognized

this man from the television last night.

- Where'd she see him?

- First Avenue, near 44th, going south.

They're covering that section.

There he is!

Stop, Kuban! Stop!

We're after that man.

He's an escaped deportee.

Somebody. Somebody listen.

You... You come here

to bring peace to the world.

But what is the world?

As long as there is one man

who can't walk free where he wants,

as long as there is one displaced person

without home,

there won't be peace!

Because to each man, he's the world!

Nobody listens.

Peter, stop running. Wait!

Up. Take me up.

Thirty-seventh floor.

The Displaced Person's Commission.

This floor?

- Where'd he go?

- Down there.

Kuban.

Pete, don't jump. It's me, Tom.

It's me!

You're all right, Peter. You're all right.

Maggie! Tom!

You found me.

I was looking for you and you found me.

You're not going back, Pete.

I'll back you up. You're going to stay here.

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