The Killer Is Loose Page #2

be sentenced to

the state penitentiary

for a period of 10 years.

On each count.

Sentences to

run concurrently.

This court now

stands adjourned.

Of course, there's the

matter of good behavior.

That'll make

a difference.

Sam, the DA wants me

to thank you. Good job.

Yeah.

You two want to

join us for lunch?

Why, we'd love to.

Why, sure.

Sam, Mary and Chris...

Could have been

worse, Poole.

It was worse, remember?

I remember.

Poole, we tried

to explain.

Someday, Wagner,

I'm going to settle

with you for it.

I'm certainly going to

settle with you for it.

Let's go, Sam.

Welcome to

the club, Lila.

I expected a lot

of things, but that

wasn't one of them.

You'll hear that

1,000 times.

Do you ever

get used to it?

No, but you get numb.

The prisoner is sullen,

generally uncooperative,

frequently rebellious.

I wasn't myself then, sir.

I had a lot of wrong slants.

So many things had

happened to me all at once.

Some men can never adjust.

You did and quickly.

These past two

and a half years have

made a big improvement

in your attitude

and behavior.

What's more,

you've demonstrated

an earnest

and sincere intention

to pay your debt.

I've tried to

follow the rules, sir.

It should be even

easier to follow

at the state honor farm.

The honor farm?

You've earned it, Poole.

And it's a good-sized

step towards release.

You leave tomorrow.

Good luck to you.

Thank you

very much, sir.

Ed.

My helper busted a foot,

I want to borrow

one of your boys.

You'll need a good back

to unload that stuff.

You can have Adams.

What about Poole?

He ain't in

for manslaughter.

They're all okay here,

or they wouldn't

be trustees.

Sure, bud.

Only you don't have to

ride back with

them in the dark.

Hey, Poole!

You want to

ride into town

and see the sights?

Yeah, be right

with you.

Some sights! A drugs

and a dry goods store.

Big deal.

It'll seem like

Times Square to me.

Got a little unloading job

for you to do, Poole.

Have a good time.

Thanks, Ed.

Come on.

You know,

five years ago,

this whole country

around here

was different.

Everything in

lima beans.

Same with us back

at the honor farm.

Then somebody found

out about the lettuce'

now that's all you see.

Where does that road

lead to?

Some farmer's

house up the ways.

He did

the same thing, see,

he switched to lettuce.

It's something to

do with the soil,

you get very sandy,

just enough rain.

Hey, you better

slow down.

Why is somebody

chasing us?

Hello?

Yeah.

Who?

Yeah, I remember.

Late yesterday.

Okay.

Okay.

Sam?

Who was that?

Sergeant Baxter.

At this hour?

Nothing special.

Then why are

you getting up?

I'm wide awake now,

might as well stay up.

You close your eyes

and get some sleep.

What about breakfast?

I can't make

a cup of coffee.

You can't.

I've had some of it.

Lila, you know

what the doctor said.

Get plenty of rest.

But I'm hungry.

That's ridiculous,

you had

an enormous dinner.

All right then,

we're hungry.

That's a dirty trick,

ganging up on me.

Three orders of bacon

and eggs, coming up.

Lila.

Mmm?

I may not

have time for it.

Oh, then it is

something special, isn't it?

No, it's just

routine. A fellow...

A fellow broke out

of the honor farm.

Well, you still

have to have breakfast.

I'll have it

ready before you are.

Sam!

Yeah.

That man from the honor farm.

What's his name?

Oh, just a case

of mine.

It's Leon Poole,

isn't it?

Yeah, yeah'

that's the one.

He said when he got out,

he'd settle with you.

That stuff.

That never

comes to anything.

I mean, even if

he's still brooding

about it.

Funny they call a man

with a desk job, a lieutenant,

for an escaped convict.

They called me

because it was my case

in the beginning

before I had

a desk job.

They always

do that, Lila.

They called you to

warn you, didn't they?

And they want

you to work on it.

All right,

how long will that take?

Good morning.

You know how many

of them get away with it?

One out of 1,000.

What chance do they have?

Prison numbers on

their back a foot high.

No gun, no car, no dough.

And most of them

don't get two miles

before they nail them.

Besides,

I thought we were all through

with that kind of thing.

I thought we were all

through with it, too.

You know

what I am thinking.

I know it by heart.

You don't wanna

be a cop's widow.

If I loved you as

much as you love me,

I'd give up police work.

So I'm selfish.

No, you're not selfish.

You're scared.

You're scared to death

that something might

happen to me.

And you can't

stop worrying anymore

than you can stop breathing.

And why I'm that lucky,

I'll never know.

Oh, darling.

But you know

something, redhead,

the answer's the same.

I got a job to do.

Yes, you do

have a job to do,

and it isn't this.

It's a sensible job,

an office.

Nine to five,

like normal people.

It's what you promised.

It's what we've got.

But you're

gambling with it.

And besides,

there's somebody else

involved now.

At least,

there's going to be.

Darling.

We have everything

we ever wanted,

don't ruin it.

Listen.

There's thousands of

men in police work,

white collar and gum shoe.

They lead full,

useful lives.

Long lives most of them.

They have kids.

You know I'd do

any reasonable thing

in the world for you,

don't you?

Hey, don't you?

But this asking me

to quit police work,

that's not reasonable.

I'll ask again.

Sam.

Lila, be sensible.

How can he travel

45 miles with

cops all the way?

Now, watch the bacon.

Good morning,

up kind of early,

aren't you?

Yes, so are you.

Are we gonna stand

out here and drown,

or you gonna ask us

in for a cup of coffee?

Come in.

Mac.

Morning, Lila.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Chief sent us over to keep

an eye on the place.

Just a precaution.

We promise we won't get

in your hair, Mrs. Wagner.

Chief evidently

hasn't heard my

husband's statistics.

Boy, a convict can't go more

than two miles

before he's caught.

And only one in

1,000 ever gets through.

Maybe you'd better

explain it to her, Denny.

Well, we want to

be certain in case

he's the 1,000th

I mean...

Poole's chances

of getting through.

Oh.

Come on

in the kitchen.

He doesn't have

a prayer, Mrs. Wagner.

He's had a break

with it being dark,

but it's going to

be light pretty soon.

You know how

these manhunts work.

Every escape route blocked.

Then we start house to house,

field to field, barn to barn.

In a case like this,

where he killed the driver,

he's really going

to get the treatment.

He killed the driver?

Killed him

and took off.

As far as we're concerned,

that driver he killed

is the same as a cop.

Lila, cop killers

just don't get away.

Darling, don't you

listen to these fellows,

do you hear?

I hear. No breakfast?

I really ought to be

on tap for the finish.

They'll probably

have him by the time

I get down there.

I'll call you and

tell you about it.

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