Where Danger Lives Page #4

I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you

to open up your trunk.

Do you have any fruit, citrus...?

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Why were you looking at your eyes?

Honey, if you'll take my advice,

you'll ditch me. Right now.

Why do you say that?

I've got a concussion.

I was afraid of it last night.

For a while I hoped I'd be wrong...

...but the pains in my head...

...and the slow respiration...

...dilated pupils...

Will it get better?

Well, perhaps...

...but not before it gets worse. You're

gonna have to watch me pretty carefully.

I may talk rationally, but my decisions

may not make much sense.

I'll make the decisions.

- Is that the worst that'll happen?

- No.

No, a slow paralysis

of the extremities sets in.

You know, fingers, hands, feet.

Maybe one entire side.

Well, that's the diagnosis.

Do you wanna hear any more?

Go on.

It will probably end

in final collapse and coma.

That usually happens anywhere

between 24 and 48 hours...

...after the cause.

It's a form of compression

on the brain.

During the unconscious period...

...I may die or I may come out of it.

I've seen that happen.

- Isn't there some medicine we can get?

- No.

No medication will help.

There are things to keep me awake.

We need a prescription.

But you're a doctor.

Prescription by Jeff Cameron, M.D.,

wanted for murder.

Oh, Jeff, what will we do?

We'll just have to keep moving,

I guess.

Try to get you across the border

before I pass out.

I won't leave you.

- I'll be with you always.

- Yeah.

Well, always won't be for long

if we don't get rid of this car.

Yes, we can.

This is Honest Hal's used-car lot.

We have the best buys in town.

We have a very nice car

over here, 875.

Okay, I'll give you 450 and the truck...

...but that's only because

I like convertibles.

And this is a real fine truck.

Five hundred.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Sorry, friend, that's it,

take it or leave it.

- Okay.

- Well, congratulations.

You made yourself a smart deal.

You will never go wrong

with Honest Hal.

Step over to the office,

we'll complete a little business.

Betty, bring out the papers

for another satisfied customer. Ha-ha-ha!

Another deal, another dollar.

Uh, the name, friend?

Rogers. Frank J. Rogers.

Rogers, huh? A fine name.

I knew a widow once by that name.

- Address?

- 936 West Maple, Santa Clara.

Splendid town.

I had a cousin who lived there.

Let's see your pink slip.

Paper, that is. Ha-ha-ha!

Uh...

Your pink slip,

certificate of ownership.

- Just a formality.

- How stupid can you be?

Do you know I forgot it

and left it home.

If I can just sign something,

a transfer title...?

Sure, but before you transfer title,

you must prove legal ownership.

Why don't I do this?

I'll call my brother,

have him ship it to me airmail.

Well, you can use my phone.

No, I'll call from the hotel.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hi, Joe.

- Hi, Hal.

They all know Honest Hal.

Hey, friend...

...I want to ask you something.

Kind of private.

That car wouldn't be hot

by any chance?

What do you mean hot?

I didn't set out to sell the car.

I don't carry my papers all the time.

I reckon you don't...

...but the way I figured,

a guy with a hot car...

...might think himself lucky

to meet up with Honest Hal Halloran.

Of course, no pink slip

kind of changes the deal.

We'd have to figure it

a little different.

Kind of for my own protection,

you might say.

You want to talk?

Sure, you do.

Margo?

Margo.

I've been scared to death.

- Relax, will you?

Everything's all right up to now.

You got a new outfit.

I had to in case the police

put out a description.

Better take those dark glasses off though,

that's a dead giveaway.

- What's in the papers?

- Nothing.

- You sure?

- See for yourself.

I got cigarettes, sandwiches, apples,

and a thermos of hot coffee.

I can't understand this.

Thought it'd be front-page news.

- Maybe these went to press before the poli...

- Oh, Jeff, this thing is filthy.

Look, just get in, will you?

It might not be too clean,

but it's got four tires and a motor.

The police aren't

going to be looking for a truck.

How much did you get

for the convertible?

- I had to swap even.

- Even? But my car was worth...

Where's my mink coat?

- It's in the convertible.

- Are you crazy? That coat was worth...

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna get my coat.

Well, not now,

the man's wise to us.

He knows we had to get rid

of that car fast.

Besides, when you're running,

50 gallons of gas...

...is a lot more useful than a mink coat.

We also have this.

- A radio.

- It works.

We can keep abreast of the times.

I don't wanna hear it.

I'm not exactly bursting

to hear it either.

We've gotta know

what's going on.

And that concludes the day's news...

...until 9:
00 this evening, same station.

This is Howard Fitch signing off

with a reminder...

- Well, I guess we missed the news.

- Yes.

Static. Nothing but static.

Can't you turn it off?

We won't get another station

until we get out of this desert.

Here, take this wheel, will you, please?

Margo. Stop it.

You're trying to kill me,

trying to suffocate me. I can't breathe.

- Let me go. Let me go. Let me go!

- Stop it.

Stop it.

You're all right.

I'm sorry I had to hurt you.

I was dreaming. I couldn't breathe.

- It's just the heat.

- This awful heat.

- You're all right now.

- Oh, Jeff...

...what's going to become of us?

We're gonna get across

that border somehow.

Do you think we'll have any trouble

getting across?

We'll worry about that

when the time comes.

There's one thing

we ought to consider.

If, by that time,

you're on your own...

...if I've passed out...

Look out.

See what you've done. You could've

missed him. Why didn't you turn?

- Why didn't you...?

- He hasn't moved. Hey.

- Hey there.

- No, don't get out.

- If we get away quickly...

- Leave him dead like Lannington?

I'm supposed to save lives.

Hey.

Hey, are you all right? Are you hurt?

Hey, it's Pablo.

Yes.

Is he dead?

He's out cold.

It wasn't our fault.

- He was on the wrong side.

No, don't touch him.

Here comes Dr. Maynard.

- What's all the shenanigans about?

He's coming to now.

Hey, Pablo.

- What have they done to you?

- Seor doctor, me not to blame.

Me no drink.

How many times have I told you

gasoline and alcohol don't mix?

You hear that?

He's drunk. We can go on.

No, no, I'm sorry.

We can't let you do that.

As a matter of fact,

our friend here...

...looks a shade

under the weather himself.

Look, doctor, I'm all right.

We're in an awful hurry.

- If we could settle this...

- Come into the house.

- You too, Pablo.

S, seor.

How are you, doc?

Hello, Joe.

- Are these the people involved?

Yeah. I wanna take them

and have a look at them.

You go right ahead,

I'll be in in a minute.

He's all right.

There's no reason for me to go in.

Well, Joe will want to see you too.

He's our local cop.

We haven't had an accident

in this town since 1908...

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