Where Danger Lives Page #5

...and Joe will want to make

the most of it.

Come on now, you kids,

run along home.

Be right in, doc.

Pablo, you better give me that bottle

before Joe gets here.

And get ahold of yourself.

Joe's got an empty cooler

for drunken hombres like you.

Yeah, but, doc, I'm all right.

- It's the car.

We can take care of that.

Look, here's, uh...

...20, 30, 42 dollars.

Forty-two dollars.

Let's just keep this between ourselves.

Nobody has to know about it.

Just between ourselves.

Oh, doc.

Is there anybody hurt?

No. Pablo's a little shaken.

If that's the worst ever hits him,

he'll live to be 100.

You're the driver of the other vehicle?

Yes, it's all right,

everything's taken care of.

You don't say.

Well, I'm not making out any case,

and neither is he.

No, no, seor. No case.

My car fine shape. I get fixed.

Well, I'm glad to see

you both so happy.

Ain't you heard accidents

have to be reported?

- But there's no trouble.

- That's beside the point.

Come on in here

and we'll talk this thing over.

The first thing I want to see

is your driver's license.

Officer, look, nobody's sworn out

any complaint.

The law specifically states

that all accidents must be reported.

Whose name

was the vehicle registered?

We interrupt this program

to bring you a news bulletin.

Following the disappearance

of Mrs. Frederic Lannington...

...and her unidentified companion

at the San Francisco airport...

...it is now believed the two may have fled

across the California border.

Police of four states

are asked to watch...

...for Mrs. Lannington's

1949 gray convertible.

License number, 2J 1673.

Say, a gray convertible came

through here a couple hours ago.

- They filled up at Lew's place.

- Yeah?

- This is big stuff. Gotta use your phone.

Sure.

might have remained

undiscovered until Monday...

...had it not been

for the meowing of a cat...

...which had been shut up

within the Lannington residence.

- A neighbor investigating came in...

Phoenix police.

...a kitchen window and found...

- Turn that radio down.

As previously reported...

Hello. Yeah, that's what I said,

Phoenix Police Department.

This is Joe Borden talking.

This is an emergency.

Oh, nothing but murders, holdups...

You don't know

what the world is coming to.

Say, young fella...

...your eyes look pretty bad.

Come down in the daylight.

Let me have a look at them.

No, they don't look good at all.

Well, I feel fine, doctor.

I know what's wrong with them.

Well, you're the doctor.

Hello. Give me Sergeant Haver.

If you're feeling okay,

why don't you get moving?

- You mean we can go?

- Well, you see, it's this way.

Pablo is an old buddy of mine.

Always a little high.

But Borden is just looking

for a chance...

...to toss him in the clink

and throw the key away.

But if you're not around

for Joe to bother with...

...maybe he won't bother

with Pablo either.

- Well, thank you very much, sir.

- I'll explain to Joe.

And you better let

the lady drive, son, if she can.

- I can drive.

- Thank you.

That cat.

It had to be that cat.

They found him four hours ago.

We could have flown to New York.

We could have gotten to Tijuana.

They weren't looking for us.

Well, they are now.

Here's where we turn left.

You gave that old man a lot of money.

How much have we got left?

About 13 bucks.

Is that all?

That's the bankroll.

You keep the engine going.

I'll try to get all the papers.

Hold it, lady.

Reach for the sky, pal.

- Hey, what's your name?

- Carter. Herbert Carter.

- We haven't done anything.

Tell that to the sheriff.

- Sheriff?

- Where are your whiskers?

Whiskers?

- Yeah.

- Can't you read?

Again I say, the charge is

wearing no beard, no costume...

...driving through Postville...

...without due respect to or observance

of the customs of said city.

Guilty.

The judge agrees, 25 bucks

for the Postville Cottage Hospital.

- We're from out of state, we didn't...

- Ignorance is no excuse.

Twenty-five bucks for the cause.

Look, I'd like to pay it,

but we just haven't got $25.

We'll settle for 20. Ha-ha-ha!

We've got $ 13,

and we need that for something else.

Okay. We're reasonable folks.

You need it for what?

- We need it because...

- Because we're getting married.

Married?

- Tonight in Mexico.

Well...

- Congratulations.

Son, you don't need to go to Mexico.

Never heard

of Postville Honeymoon Lane?

It's a national institution.

- We're meeting friends...

- Pay or get hitched in Postville.

Pardon me. Telephoto picture

just came in, the Lannington woman.

Put it on the table.

We got everything possible

for a complete hitching.

Justice of the peace, finest honeymoon

cottages west of the Pecos.

Hey, no beard.

Everybody gotta have a beard.

Make up your mind, folks.

All right then, marriage it is.

To Honeymoon Lane with them.

Honeymoon Lane. Away we go.

- Down to Honeymoon Lane.

Treat them kindly.

Keep them going. Honeymoon Lane.

"By the authority vested in me...

...according to the laws

of the sovereign state of Arizona...

...I hereby pronounce you

man and wife. "

Ten dollars, please. Ten.

Son, ain't you gonna kiss the bride?

- Well, I...

- Here's the bride, right here.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

And may all your troubles be little ones.

- Take them to the bridal suite, Mary.

- Bridal?

Cottage number four. Real private.

And all-inclusive.

Well, we'd sort of

thought of driving on tonight.

On your wedding night?

Mrs. Carter don't wanna

drive on, I'll bet.

Give them a guard of honor

and throw the rice.

No extra charge.

If you ask me, that guy

was none too anxious to get hitched.

How many of them are?

How many songs

do those maniacs know?

We've got to get out.

They've got a picture.

Maybe they won't recognize it.

Oh, shut up, will you?

- Is your head aching again?

- Yeah.

Are your eyes all right?

They seem to be, so far.

Jeff...

...do you realize we're married?

We're man and wife.

Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Carter.

Oh, darling, I want you to hold me.

I need you to hold me.

I need you to tell me

you still love me...

...in spite of everything

that's happened.

This wasn't the way

we planned it...

...but it'll be all right

once we cross the border.

Once we cross the border.

It's a long road,

there's no turning back.

- There's a radio.

- Oh, no.

- We can find out what's going on.

- Not again.

They've got your picture.

They know we're here.

You're only making yourself worse.

Why don't you put a cold towel

on your forehead?

You'll feel much better.

- I'll listen. If there's any news, I'll tell you.

- All right. All right.

- Now, you tell me if you hear anything.

- Yes.

The strange murder of Lannington...

...remains as great a mystery as ever.

The search for the millionaire's wife

has been intensified...

...following this evening's disclosure...

...that Mrs. Lannington

had undergone psychiatric treatment...

...in the care of doctors Lee Symes

of San Francisco...

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