The Talk of the Town Page #8

- Do you hear? Bracken's alive.

- Interesting.

I beg your pardon.

Tilney, I'm very hungry.

Could you find something

I can nibble on as I ride?

That's all right, Tilney.

A whole chicken.

He has an enormous appetite.

Will somebody listen to me?

Bracken's alive.

Why should Dilg go to jail?

It's the principal.

The law says that's where I should be.

- Thank you.

- Now it's you. Before it was him.

Will somebody please light around here?

My dear, centuries of precedent

say the professor is right.

Friends should be in agreement.

- Thank you.

- That'll be all tonight, Tilney.

If they get him in jail, they'll

make pt de foie gras out of him.

That's a bridge we can cross

when we come to it.

- Right.

- Who knows who's right?

Why does he make all the concessions?

Isn't there a concession in your bones?

Concessions?

I shaved off a beard I was fond of.

I lied to the law. I danced with a

blond beauty parlour owner.

I kissed her in public. Concessions!

Whenever you're ready, Leopold.

- Quite ready, my friend.

- Thank you, Leopold.

Don't mention it, professor.

- After you, professor.

- Thank you, Leopold.

They're both nuts.

You're not getting away from me.

- Mind if I move this truck?

- We'd better go in my car.

Leopold, will you do me a favour

and sit on the floor?

Look! Police. I told you.

Drive right through.

It's a signal to stop. It's the law.

- Leopold, get down on the floor.

- Yes, Nora.

Don't be silly. Stop it.

- What's the matter?

- Where are you going?

Just into town.

Drop me a little way down the road,

will you, please?

Yeah, sure.

- I don't want to crowd you.

- There's plenty of room up here.

I'll tell you when we come to it.

- Got a cigarette?

- No, I'm sorry.

That's okay.

- What's this place up at the next road?

- Trap for Dilg.

A kid said he saw him about 3 this

afternoon near the reservoir.

- Think you'll get him?

- No doubt about it.

When we do, darned if

I don't feel sorry for him.

- Why?

- I don't know.

The word's gone out.

"Let's not be too ambitious, boys."

- What do you mean?

- They'd turn him over to the crowd?

If there was a demand.

- And they're making sure there is.

- Maybe.

Here we are.

Thanks. If you hear of

a good job, let me know.

Cramped down there.

- Did you hear what he said?

- Nonsense.

Fellows with badges always have more

inside information than the president.

Hey, where you going?

I don't think I'll have time

to take you to the police station.

How's that?

I've decided to take you to Boston.

That's a noble gesture, but that

fellow was talking through his hat.

My place tonight is in jail.

I'm sorry, but we're on the road now.

That is taking the law

into your own hands.

Shut up, will you?

Leopold, sometimes there are

extenuating circumstances.

The letter of the law

is sometimes wrong.

- I'm afraid I can't agree with you.

- Well, I'll have to be firm.

- I'll have to pull on your brake.

- Stop it. We'll be killed.

- Leopold.

- What?

I can walk.

Walk with that ankle?

Sure, that'll be all right.

Well, Miss Shelley, on to Boston.

Professor, you're wonderful.

You're really wonderful.

Thank you, Nora.

Leopold. Poor Leopold.

Did he hit you, Leopold?

Does that make it feel better?

Where did he hit you?

Does that feel better?

Any mail for John A. Smith?

- John A. Smith?

- Yes, sir.

Three hours. My feet are tired.

Can't we go someplace for coffee?

You'd better stay where you are.

- Do you have to stand next to that?

- What?

Nobody would recognize me from that.

Doesn't catch the spirit.

- C. Barnard.

- C. Barnard?

Mr. Bracken.

- You've got the wrong party.

- I think not.

We're leaving for Lochester and

inviting you to join us.

I'm staying right here.

In that case, friend,

we may have to insist.

You mean violence, professor?

Dilg.

Look out.

Come on, let's have the truth.

Turning state's evidence

is the only hope you've got.

Talk.

Leopold, how about stopping the car and

giving him another going over?

- Pleasure.

- Okay.

Wait. Holmes paid me to burn it.

The factory was on the rocks.

His only chance was

the insurance money.

That's what Leopold said.

- Why did you have to play dead?

- To get people excited.

So Holmes could put Dilg away good.

- A very simple plan.

- It's astonishing.

Well, it won't be long now.

Go straight to Lochester City Hall.

No, drive straight home.

Home? Why?

Well, they're apt to mob me first

and ask questions afterward.

- What are you going to do?

- Call the district attorney.

No, no. Wait. Bracken, go sit down

where I can see you.

You don't have to call anybody.

I'm taking him to City Hall myself.

- What?

- What about the mob?

The mob won't hurt anybody.

I just wanted you out of trouble.

I don't understand. Why?

Professor, you've solved this case

beautifully and I'm very grateful...

...but this country needs you

on the Supreme Court bench.

I don't want to risk losing that.

That's thoughtful of you,

but I see things differently now.

- So do I.

- I want to see this job through.

I'd sooner do that than hand down a

fine piece of literature from the bench.

Sorry, but I'm not in accord.

This is no time to be

doing that act again.

Friendly feelings are one thing...

...it's fine of you,

but a mob's another thing.

I'll take feelings every time.

- Please put down that telephone.

- I'm sorry, my friend. Police?

- I'm warning you.

- Oh, dear.

- Sorry, Leopold. I must.

- Now, don't!

Police, this is Sweetbrook Cottage.

- Dilg and Bracken are both...

- Look out!

Hello?

Hello?

Charlie, riot squad.

Mr. Lightcap?

Mr. Lightcap?

What? Again?

My goodness, a double-header.

Mr. Lightcap. Mr. Lightcap.

Is he dead, ma'am?

Mr. Lightcap, speak to me.

Police! We've got to hide him.

Get him in the attic.

Take his head. Hurry. Quick.

- Dilg!

- All right, it's him.

Step aside, Miss Shelley.

Put the bracelets on him.

Get out of here!

Keep the town blazing hot

against this criminal.

They laughed at the Bracken story.

I said, how did he get that cut

on his head?

They say, "Maybe some of our men

shot at him in the woods, grazed him."

- What's that?

- Mob. Parade.

They're after your scalp.

Holmes is on the job again.

This is where we came in,

isn't it, Sam?

I gotta get busy.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

All persons having to do

with Judge Grunstadt...

...Justice of the Superior Court...

...may now draw near.

God save the Commonwealth.

Gentlemen, be seated.

Nobody believes this Bracken story.

Dilg and Yates tried it...

...you'll make yourself

ridiculous with it too.

Haven't you run enough risk?

Will you please get out of this town?

No. A man's life is at stake.

A friend.

I'm warning you,

I just came through that town.

It's got a desperate look in its eye.

They're out for blood.

Miss Shelley.

Nora, I know just how you feel.

I didn't understand at first.

I didn't know Leopold.

But I know now.

You couldn't help feeling

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