Wrongfully Accused Page #3

Why, I don't know.

- Why?

- I don't know!

But I'll find them. I've got clues.

I've got a map.

I've got the name, "Hylander,"

and a rubber boat.

They prove I've been wrongfully accused!

Nice tune,

but I didn't come here to dance.

You've been convicted of murder.

I'm taking you in.

No!

I'm not going back.

Wherever it is!

Wait, Harrison!

Man in the water!

Ooh! Cold, cold!

What the hell is all that rubber boat

and "Hylander" stuff about?

Orono, call the coast guard.

"Hylander."

Well!

Peekaboo, baby!

Don't move.

I've got a gun.

Not here...

...but I got one.

You frightened?

You ran away, you remember?

You can move now.

Yes, I was frightened.

I've been driving all over the city

searching for you.

Well, you found me.

Hide-and-seek is over.

The school bell has rung.

Time to go back to the homeroom.

Whatever you do, don't scream.

Aaah!

Like that.

Ryan...

...you can feel safe here.

We're six floors up.

No one can see you.

Hey, Cass!

Who's your new friend?

Sit down, Pancakes.

Of all the women in all the world...

...you had to walk into mine.

I'm sure if we just talk all night,

we can work this out.

Sure, Slappy.

Let's pull out that wad of cotton

and get right to the aspirin.

You hired a hit man.

You wanted Hibbing dead.

I saw the two of you arguing.

And you were sizzling

like a wiener on a hibachi.

That's because Hibbing told me that

he hated the portrait I did of him.

It hurt.

A deep, crampy kind of a hurt.

That's why I was so upset.

I was even going to kill myself.

But I couldn't.

I threw the gun in the bay.

We don't have time

for this schoolgirl act.

We're, both of us,

sitting under the gallows.

You're not telling the truth! Explain

why you gave the killer the money.

That was Hibbing's money

for the portrait.

I gave it to the bartender

to give back to Hibbing.

I never wanted to see Hibbing again.

Your lies are like bananas.

They come in big yellow bunches.

I wish there was something

I could do to make you believe me.

Damn you!

Damn you for making me

fall in love with you.

- I can't let you get mixed up in this.

- I want to get mixed up in it.

- I can't do it to you.

- I want you to do it to me.

I'm a hunted man.

Every time I think that I'm out,

they pull me back in.

Hunt me! Pull me!

Ryan, you can't do this on your own.

I have to.

Now, listen...

...I'm going out that door...

...and where I'm going

you can't follow me.

And I'm not trying to be noble.

But baby, out there...

...it's a hill of beans.

Here's looking at you, kid.

You're the stuff dreams are made of.

You see?

You're exhausted.

Listen...

...I'm going to give you

a sponge bath...

...give you a bracing enema

and make you something to eat.

Just put your weight on me.

I'll take you into the bedroom.

An enema?

It's nervous time. Time is running out.

We got a fast break.

He's blocked from entering the lane.

Yo-yoing up and down.

Up and down, up and down!

He checks the clock.

Time is running out.

He's been in the paint for a long time.

He's going for it.

Shoots off the iron, rebound,

put it up. It's dangling on the rim.

No, yes, no, yes, no.

Rebound. He's going for it.

The mustard's off the hot dog.

Another rebound.

No harm, no foul.

He pumps up a long one.

Nothing but net. Oh, yes!

He scores! This one's in the

refrigerator. The door is closed.

The lights are out,

the eggs are cooling.

The butter's getting hard

and the Jell-O is jiggling!

A picnicker said she saw a man

wet and dripping walk this way.

Well, gather up all these leaves

for trace evidence.

Shoot and gut

every animal in the park.

Their stomachs might contain something

that could be a clue.

Donate the meat to charity.

The hides can be turned into

warm socks for the poor.

Grind up the bones for dog food.

I want nothing wasted.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Here we are.

A man's footprint...

...the depth of the print indicating

the weight and the height of Harrison.

Tire tracks.

Tire tracks of the kind found in

the classic Mercedes-Benz convertible.

The car of choice...

...for a bright,

young professional woman.

An artist...

...maybe a photographer, painter.

A woman with a mysterious past.

A woman who is looking for someone.

I can feel it.

I'm as sure about that as I am that

that's an anaconda.

That woman that cut us off in the

Mercedes, that fits her to a tee.

License number 381 JPL.

Davy Crockett died for our sins.

Harrison's had somebody

helping him all along!

Call Motor Vehicles.

Get her address.

- We'll pick her up.

- No. No.

There are better ways

to find out what a woman knows.

Dinner and a movie, lie to her,

say you love her.

That works, but in this case

we're going to stake out her place.

She's going to lead us

to Ryan Harrison.

Bagley!

Wait, I'm coming.

Hey, guys!

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Good afternoon, I'm Ruth Kimball

with your hometown news.

For 36 hours, Ryan Harrison,

murderer, all-around big dink...

has been a fugitive.

Lieutenant Fergus Falls

is heading the worldwide manhunt.

Police helicopters, dogs, psychics

and thousands of police are involved.

Plus millions of average citizens

who would give their left nut...

...to collect the $50,000 reward.

And who couldn't

use a bit of extra money?

A couple on a fixed income, a teacher,

especially a struggling artist...

...who had to return a large fee

because someone hated her portrait.

I personally

wouldn't trust someone like that...

...for a million, billion,

trillion dollars.

The Columbia Heights Jamboree...

...is shaping...

I'm on the 6th floor,

apartment 602.

What?

No, he's alone.

Well.

Well, well!

No, you don't understand.

This can't wait.

This has to happen right now.

Sean Laughrea.

Hibbing's killer.

Yes. Thank you.

Harrison! Open up!

We know you're in there!

It's the police!

Don't go in there!

- What are you doing?

- Harrison!

Ryan, open up!

I've got a gun!

Come on!

Ryan!

Let me in! Right now!

Come out!

Is that my toilet? Ryan!

Open up!

You'll never get away, Ryan!

- Ryan!

- Whoa!

Starting to give!

Aaaah!

Go!

All right, my angels...

...move!

- Patio clear!

- Ivy needs water!

Den is clear!

I got spaghetti!

Watch it!

Plate could be hot!

I got a shut door!

Empty.

We throw a shoe

every time we start to gallop.

That man's as slick as a lizard

in Jerry Lewis' hair.

Cass Lake,

face of an angel.

Harrison's accomplice.

A caterpillar has 2,087

minute hairs on each leg.

But for the life of me, I cannot

tell you why women keep falling...

...for the wrong man.

All right, people!

Tag and log everything.

I want carpet fibers.

I want wallpaper swatches.

I want all plumbing

and wood surfaces analyzed.

So vacuum, cut,

chip and suck!

There are two things

that frost my butt:

It's a snow cone

about that high...

...and the other one

is Ryan Harrison.

I don't hear it, people!

- Pediatrics is down the street.

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