"Hey, what's going on down there?" "Sir, it's old Jim." "He's out." "How is the old toad is always out?" "He's out." "I told you he can't take it anymore." "Leave him alone." "As long as we are willing to countenance, this barbaric chain gang system which makes men virtual slaves, victims of the most horrible cruelties, just so long will our State be the object of our nation's scorn." "It's time we emerge from the shadows of depravity and sadism and breed freer of the sunlight, the enlightenment and progress." "It's time we took our proud place among our sister States which recognize their prisons as houses of correction, not torture chambers." "Unfortunately, gentlemen, our people don't know all the facts." "Certain interests with political influence are careful to conceal those facts from them." "If the people who elected us ever realized the horrors enacted inside those barb-wired prison camps, they would be storming the Capitol steps demanding that we abolish these chain gangs forever." "Mr. Chairman." "Senator Harvey." "I have listened carefully and patiently to the impassioned remarks of Senator Crawley and I agree with him completely in one statement that he made." "It is indeed true, as the Senator has so clearly pointed out, that the people do not know the facts about the chain gang." "And it is just as clear that Senator Crawley too is ignorant of the facts." "And if our Committee works and summits in his findings any criticism of the chain gang system as it exists in this State, then it would mean that we would merely be moved by the Senators eloquence because, gentlemen, he has not given us any facts." "Unless Senator Crawley can present us with something more than hearsay, then certainly this Commitee can not be expected to take action at this time." "Thank you, gentlemen." "Separate checks, Joe." "One check, Joe." "Capitally!" "His first assignement at the Capitol and he wants to buy lunch for the world." "You know something, Joe?" "Now that I'm a reporter for The Standard," "I shouldn't be seen in public with a girl who works for a reactionary sheet like The Chronicle." "How stupid can he be?" "I've told him a hundred times the reason I work there is for my bread and butter." "Bread and butter!" "With her stepfather running between bank accounts?" "Let's feel sorry for her, shall we, Joe?" "Seriously, Cliff, where else would I get a chance to do a daily column under my own name?" "Where else would you get a chance to find an editor who's in love with you?" "Oh, so that's it!" "Don't tell me you're jealous of Lloyd Killgallen?" "Well, I'm not exactly cheering about him." "You're not cheering about anything today." "I think it's this chaing gang thing." "You're taking it too much to heart." "Are you through with me now?" "Sure, Joe." "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Something I just can't seem to shake off." "The way that Commitee brushed off Senator Crawley is a disgrace to the State." "Off-the-record and if Lloyd Killgallen isn't listening, I agree with you." "But smart little senators who want to keep their jobs don't stick out their necks." "The right faction in this State gets anything it wants, and they know it." "It's as simple as that." "Yeah, you're sure right." "Hey, Joe, give me another burger." "With onions?" "No onions." "Make it two, Joe." "With onions." "Come on, snap out of it." "Get that chain gang out of your head." "Can't go 'round like Mr. Atlas carrying the whole world on your shoulders!" "Well, something's gotta be done to wake up the people in this State." "The fight isn't over." "It's just begun." "Spoking like John Paul Jones." "You know?" "Sometimes I think you are crazy, but I love you." "I hope father didn't see that kiss." "It hasn't been easy stalling you to him." "I'm trying to break the news gently." " Hello, dear." " Hello." "How are you, Roberts?" "Oh, I'm managing to get by." "Cliff's been very modest." "He's just had a promotion." "He's covering the Capitol now." "That's fine." "Oh, by the way, I was talking with Lloyd and he's coming for dinner." "Happy lambchops." "Good-bye, Mr. McKelvey." "I don't know what you see in that boy." "Never catch me wasting my time, mooning around with him." "You'd look funny if you did, father." " Oh, Cliff." " Yeah, Pop." " Will you?" " Yeah." "Sit down." "This story of yours on Senator Crawley and the chain gang is swell." "I'm glad you liked it, Pop." "I hope you gonna let me keep on pitching with more stuff and hard." "But, Pop, I've got just one ambush." "I don't wanna quit until The Standard has cracked this chain gang thing wide open." "Pretty big order, son." "But it can be done." "I want to get all the facts that Senator Crawley didn't have and splatt them all over our front page." " Would you go for it, Pop?" " Of course, I go for it." "But you are headed up a blind alley, son." "We've got our own little Iron Curtain in this State." "And the chain gang is hidden behind it." "If I could just be there on the spot, find out what really happens in one of these chain gangs, get photographs, talk to convicts." "Maybe you ought to rob a gas station and get send up there for 5 years." "Or become a chaing gang guard." "Well, you might try..." "Chain gang guard!" "Sure, that's the way to get the story." "Oh, stop dreaming, son." "I'm not dreaming, Pop." "I'm serious." "So am I." "The idea is natural." "If I were there in the inside, saw everything that happens first hand," "I'd wind up with the greatest exposé in years." "If you didn't wind up in a pine box." "No, Cliff." "I don't want you enlisting for war, and that's what it would be." "You'd be in the same spot as a spy." "And you know what happens to spies." "Yeah, if they get caught." "I'm willing to take the chance." "I can think of only one other crazy fool in this world who would wanna do a thing like this." "Me." "When I was your age." "Then, will you help me to do it?" "No, Cliff, listen," "You just simply can't knock on some chain gang warden's door and say: "I want a job as a guard"." "Yeah, but with all your years of experience in the newspaper game, you must know someone who can pull the strings." "Well, I can only think of one man." "That's Bob Newcomb, the warden of the Booneville Penitentiary." "What are you waiting for?" "You are Jack Granger, a young friend of mine looking for work." "And here is the reference from your last job." "Here is a friend of mine who is influential with the right people, or perhaps with the wrong people, to use his influence to get you the job." "Well, you are granted the job." "You're on your own." "Now you are equipped with a microfilm cam to shoot on the spot pictures but if you were caught using it around the chain gang, then it'd mean soft music and flowers, so you'd better get in practice." "Our story around town would be that I am giving you a short vacation, to go fishing and we've got to make everyone believe it, even that girlfriend of yours." "Thanks, Joe." "Some guys have all the luck." "You mean me I suppose" "You certainly must rate with Pop getting a vacation to go fishing." "Don't stay away too long, remember there is always Lloyd Killgalen." "That's a funny thought to leave me with." "Yeah, then leave with it." "That's better." " Well, good fishing." " Thanks." "You're taking along enough tackle to catch the biggest fish in the State." "It's just what I expect to do." "Good-bye." "Good-bye." "Yeah?" "My name is Granger." "I've come to see Captain Duncan." "Okay, Hank." "He's in the house right over there." "Right." "Come in." "Captain Duncan..." "Hello." " I..." "I'm Jack Granger." " Oh, yeah, I was expecting you." "Sit down." "Ever bossed in a chain gang before?" "No, but I was a guard at Booneville." "So I understand." "Being a guard in one of the newfangled penitentiaries and working here is different." "Booneville ain't Cloverdale." "I'm sure it isn't." "I've always thought they were too soft with the cons up there." "Yeah, the boys got him." "Come on." "Where did you catch him?" "He was making his way through the swamp." "What are you so scared about?" "Ain't you glad to be home?" "What are you shivering for?" "Cold?" "Well, a night in the sweat-box will fix that up." "Langley, see that you get him nice and warm." "Yes, indeed." "Come on." "You see, Granger?" "We don't go in for none of them high falutin' prison reforms." "To us a con is a con." "That's how we treat them." " Get me?" " I certainly do, Captain." "They're pigs, that's all they are." "Pigs, they gotta know who's boss." "Never let them think you are a softie or you're licked." "Use your club, use your fist, smack 'em down and you're okay." "Just remember that, you can't go wrong." "Yes, sir." "The boys you're gonna work with will be here in a little while." "I'll have you meet them." "Come on in." "Men, this is your new playmate, Jack Granger." " Hi, boys." " Hi." "If you think being a guard around here is gonna be a picnic, well... well, just ask the boy." "I'm sure I'll have plenty to do." " Plenty is right." " I've never been afraid of work." "Then you're in the right place, ain't he Capt?" "Time will tell." "A lot of fellows start here but they can't stand the gaff." " Right?" " Oh, yeah, yes, thanks." "Zeek, pour Mr. Granger a drink." "Zeek is a little nervous for being in solitary for two weeks." "When you finish your drink, Adams will show you the headquarters." "You're sharing your room with him and Yates." " Good night." " Good night." " Good night, Capt." " Good night." "That will be your bed." "This will be your locker." "Gotta check and see if everything is coming to you." "Should be a couple of uniforms, a rifle, a billy club and a "black Annie"." "What's "black Annie"." ""Black Annie" is a whip." "It's an old fix thing." "You'll find out it's your best friend, Granger." "These cons are pretty thick, but "black Annie" is one language they all understand." "You use those things at Booneville?" "No, but sometimes I wish we had." "Well, guess I'd better make up my bed." "I'll give you a hand." "What time does our day start around here?" "A little before five." "I'd better turn in." "Want to be fresh for the morning." "Oh, you don't always have to get up this early." "We do it in shifts." "You get the job about twice a week." "All right!" "Permission to speak, sir." "Are you gonna start bellyaching about that sore foot again?" "It's getting worse, sir." "Does it hurt much?" "Yes, sir." "Don't you think you'd have to take care of it?" "No, it's not that bad." "You start pitying these guys, and you're sunk." "Well, I just don't wanna have a sick con in here, that's all." "Fix him up and maybe we'll get more work out of him." "Yeah, we will see how he is tomorrow." "You get that." "Rats!" "All right, up and at them." "All right, snap it up." "Something special today, huh?" "Especially bad." "What's the matter, Eddie?" "Don't you like the grub here?" "Oh, ain't that just too bad!" "Watch yourself, kid, gettin' sore ain't gonna do you no good." "That Eddie needs watching." "Yeah, just as I was telling Granger." "The kid's always bellyaching." "Ain't stopped since he's been here." "Come on, let's get a cup of java before I start showing you around." "This is where they get their band." "Boss is in a rotten mood today." "This guy spoke out of turn." "Next time he'll keep his big mouth shut." "How about a light?" "This thing doesn't work, It must be out of fluid." "Let me give you an old-fashioned match." "You're sticking with me the rest of the day." "I want you to see how I run things around here." "All right, sir." "Have you ever seen such a lazy gang?" "They should've been away from here five minutes ago." "Some of you, guys, have been laying down on the job." "Out on them roads now." "And tonight I want to see you all come back sweating." "Or we got ways of making you sweat here." "Come on, get going." "Come on, let's go." "We've got to pay a visit to that guy that gave us trouble yesterday." "I just took him out of the sweatbox." "After roasting all night, he was pretty much all in." "Yeah, next time you get out of line, we won't be so easy on you." "Shall I take him back to his quarters now?" "No, no." "Let him find his own way back, Granger." "Remember, no coddling." "Just think what I told you." "You've got to treat these cons like pigs" "If you don't think you can do it, say so now." "Sorry, Captain." "I'll be all right as soon as I get the hang of the place." "Yeah." "Tomorrow I think I'll send you out on that road detail." "All right, you, guys, don't lay down on the job!" " Foot giving you trouble?" " I'll say." "Maybe we'll get a rest and you can soak it in the creek." "Keeping them lazy dogs hustling, that's something." "Hey, who's that?" "That's Harry Cleaver." "Wish I had his job." "That's what I call getting paid for doing nothing." "He's a representative of the construction company." "Sort of in charge of things." "Make sure that nobody puts anything over." "You mean that's all he does?" "That and bum smokes for himself." "He's the world's champion cigarette moocher." "I'm going down to the creek." "You stay here and keep those guys on their toes." "All right." "Alright, you men, keep moving, snap it up." " Hey, guard..." " Yes?" "My name is Dennison, one of the foremen." "It seems the men have been pretty hard at it, so how about giving them a rest, huh?" "Well, uh, this is my first day on the job." "I'd rather you talked to one of the other guards." "Langley!" "Yeah?" "Mr. Dennison here seems to think the gang should knock off for a while." "Ain't been more than an hour since they had a rest." "I'd say it was near to two hours." "Okay." "You're the guy that's building the road." "Ain't no skin off my heels." "Ten-minute rest!" "What's the idea calling rest?" "It ain't my idea, Mr. Cleaver." "It's one of them foremen of yours, Dennison." "He can't get the work done if he keeps letting the men knock off." "I'll have to talk to Dennison about that." "I wish you would." "He's spoiling them guys." "Not only for this detail, but for the other jobs." "Take it easy, boys, there's enough for everybody." "Look what he's doing now." "Yeah, I'll put a stop to that fast." "Take it easy." " Come on." " Hey, Dennison." "I don't like the way you're running things around here." "What's wrong, Mr. Cleaver?" " You're spoiling these men." " Oh, so that's it." "You must have been talking to that guard." "Now, there's work to be done around here." "This is no tea party, you know?" "No, I'd hardly call it that either, but... what is it you object to, Mr. Cleaver?" "Giving the men a well-earned rest or a bit of the oranges?" "These men are convicts." "They've broken the law." "Now, remember that." "I don't think anyone could forget it." "I'm reminded of it every time I look at those chains." "Oh, so what, you'll get used to that." "No, I don't think I could ever be that callous." "They're still human beings, not animals." "I thought slavery went out with the civil war." "Look, Dennison, if you don't want the job just say so." "I'll..." " Okay, I am saying so." " Sounds like a letter of resignation." "It is." "And it goes into effect right now." "Any of you, fellows, got a cigarette?" " Oh, yes, sir." "Have one of mine." " Thanks." "Oh, you're new around here, ain't you?" "My start on the gang." " Good luck to you." " Thanks." "Thanks, thanks for the drag." "Say, Dennison won't give you any more trouble." "He's all washed up." "Good riddance." "Maybe now we can get back to work." "Any time you're ready." "Alright you guys, throw away them oranges, let's get going." "I've been telling Granger, we've got to start bearing down on them babies, we're falling behind." "That's right." "You know, if we finish ahead of time there's a bonus for the company, and maybe a present for you boys." "I could sure use it." "How about you, Granger?" "Why, I never turned down money in my life." "I don't think I can make it." "You didn't get enough rest, kid." "Here, let me take it for you." "You go on and duck behind that tree." "Say, look at that." "Hey, you guys!" "What do you think you're doing?" "I just thought I'd help the kid, sir." "He can take care of himself." "Everyone does his own work around here." "The sooner you know it, the better." " What's your name?" " Snead, sir." " And yours?" " Eddie Jones, sir." " He's doing alright for a new man, huh?" " Yeah." "Snead..." "Jones." "All right, get back to work." "You'll hear more about this later." "File out." "Line up." "Looks like they did a good day's work for a change." "Most of 'em did." "Granger has got something to report, sir." "Good." "Glad to see you're keeping your eyes open." "What is it?" "Well, it was nothing serious, sir." " Maybe we better skip it." " Make your report!" "Well, one of the men was covering up for another." "Doing his work for him." " Who was covering up?" " Snead." "Snead, step out." "Step out, I said!" "Take off your shirt." "It's not his fault, sir." "Honest, it's not his fault." "There you are, Granger, he's all yours." "What?" "Go on, go on." "It's your whole case, son." "Why, three latches ain't enough." "Keep going." "Come on!" "Langley, put him in solitary for a few days." "Give him time to think it over." "I'm taking a big chance coming here." "I know what you must think of me, Snead, and I don't blame you." "I've got to trust you to keep your mouth shut, understand?" "I wanna talk to you." "You wanna talk, I can't stop you." "You don't have to be afraid of me, Snead." "Just let me alone, will you?" "Let me alone." "You hungry?" "You know I'm hungry." "What did you come here for?" "Just to torture me some more?" "I want to be your friend, Snead." "I know that sounds crazy to you, but I mean it." "Here." "What's the idea?" "What's the gag?" "There's no gag." "Go on, take it!" "I don't get you, mister." "First you beat me up and then you wanna feed me." "It don't make sense." "I didn't want to use that whip." "That's my way of telling you." "You sure there's no catch?" "No catch." "There'll be more food." "How about a smoke?" "How long you been here?" "Six months just about." "And another year to go." "It would be less than that with time off for good behavior, but nobody ever gets that here." "You married?" "Wife and a kid." "Sweetest little girl you've ever seen." "You ever hear from them?" "Are you kidding?" "Don't you know we're not allowed any mail?" "I'm new around here." "I don't know all the rules yet." "Well, that's one of them." "No mail." "Would you like me to write a line home for you?" "Would I?" "What do you want me to say?" "You sure that's not asking too much of you?" "Ah, I'm sure." "Now, what's the wife's address?" "It's Mrs. Roy Snead, 812 Olive Street, Taylorville." "Tell her..." "Tell her I'm okay and feeling fine." "And tell Alice, that's my kid," "I'm sending her a big hug and kiss." "And one for her mom too." "Okay, Snead." "Thanks." "Come in." "What do you make of the Standard article promising to expose the chain gang with authentic photographs?" "Just a cheap campaign to build up circulation." "Any suggestions, Lloyd, how to..." "how to check on the facts?" " Yes, ask Rita." " Rita?" "She could find out from this Cliff Roberts." "I'm sure it's one of his quaint ideas." "Oh, incidentally, that step-daughter of yours fully agrees with his ideas." "She wrote an article on the evils of the chain gang, and with a by-line, no less, "A Story of Slave Labor," signed by Rita McKelvey." "Ha!" "Wouldn't that jar your mother's preserve?" "You killed it, of course!" "Yes, but it wasn't easy." "She has a mind of her own, as you so well know." "Yes, well, Lloyd, you... you've got to find some way to get her off the paper." "Ah, that's your job." "You had me hire her to satisfy her whim of wanting to be a writer." "It's your paper, you fire her." "Alright, alright, we'll find some way." "But just now I've something more important." "It's the new contract I have lined up." "And this deal is not for the State." " Not for the State?" " No." "Well then, how do we fit in?" "There'll be other bids, won't there?" "Well, what if there are?" "I'm still going to use chain gang labor." "Well, how can you if it isn't a State project?" "With the election coming up, my boys will stay in line." "Now, Cleaver, when you get back to the prison, you tell Captain Duncan to assign 60 convicts to us 1st of the month." " Yes, boss." " Now, I guess, that's all boys." " Good night, boss." " Good night, Cleaver." " Oh, Cleaver?" " Yes, sir?" "Uh, phone me, uh, after you've talked to Captain Duncan." "Okay, boss." "Lloyd?" "I'll find some way to get Rita off the paper." "I'll make it easy for you, dad." "How long have you been there?" "Long enough to learn that you're the owner of the Chronicle and had Lloyd Killgallen give me a job in order to satisfy my desire of wanting to be a writer." "And that my cars, clothes, schooling and this palatial home were all paid for by slave labor." "Is that why you sent me off to Europe?" "So I wouldn't know the type of business you're in?" "And as for your problem of getting me off the newspaper, which keeps your boys in line, it really isn't going to be a problem, I'm getting off of it." "But I'm going to satisfy that whim and keep on writing." "Writing copy you won't like to read." "But you can't object because I won't be on the family payroll..." " But, but, but..." " Good night." "Hey!" "Hey, fellas!" "Fellas!" " What's the matter?" " Fire!" "Hey, it's spreading to the barracks." "Help!" "Help me!" "Help!" "My legs!" "Help!" "Hey, it's Eddie!" "It's Eddie!" "Help me!" "He's dead." "I understand you fellas had some excitement?" "We sure did." "Where did the fire start?" "In the back of the sweat box." "And Granger sounded the alarm." "Who unchained the prisoners?" "I did, Sir." "The fire was getting..." "Hereafter, Granger, don't do anything around here without orders." "Yes, sir." "One of the boys picked this up." "Belong to any of you, fellas?" "Yeah, that's Granger's." "Yes, sir, that's my lighter." " Good night." " Good night, Captain." "Good night." "But why did you quit the Chronicle?" "Oh, I found out I was working for my step-father." "You knew he owned the Chronicle all the time, didn't you, Pop?" "And everything else in town." "Where can I reach Cliff?" "With authentic photographs by staff reporter..." "Cliff?" " Where is he?" " Cloverdale Prison Camp." "I don't understand." "He got himself a job as a guard so he could get to things first hand." "Guard!" "And he's doing a fine job." "Here." "Take a look at those pictures." "When they're published it'll fill a bomb shell into this State." "And John McKelvey." "But, it's so dangerous." "Why did you let him do it, Pop?" "Oh, you know Cliff and his ideals." "This chain gang thing is under his skin and he wants to follow it through." "When are you going to start running these?" "Just as soon as Cliff gives me the go sign." "This stuff is dynamite." "It could start an investigation." "Put us right out of business." "Where do you think they get all these pictures?" "All these facts?" "I don't know but there's certainly a leak somewhere." "Yeah, that's quite an observation." "We've got to stop that leak and fast!" "You got any ideas, Harry?" "Well, I'm with that gang every day and any guy that can snoop around and pop pictures and sneak out with them, he's a wizard." "That helps." " Lloyd?" " Yes, Mr. McKelvey?" "I want tomorrow's Chronicle to brand all that as a lie." "Something that's been trumped up." "That's a tough assignment with those pictures." "We've got to find some way to do it." "Now, come on." " Coming, Harry?" " Yeah." "How do you feel, Snead?" "If you don't keep that trap shut, you'll find out how he feels." "Come on, get going." " Hey, Jeb." " Yeah." " Snead's the new oiler." " Yes, sir." "Are you all right?" "That solitary's plenty tough." "I couldn't have taken another day of it." "How's Eddie?" "Died the night of the fire." "That new guard, Granger, tried to save him." "Went into that fire and took a chance on his own life." "But it was too late." "Poor kid!" "Granger tried to save him, huh?" "Funny guy that Granger." "First night of solitary he brought me up..." "Dummy up!" " Get to work!" " Yes, sir." "Something on your mind, Snead?" "Yeah, how to get out of here." "That's been on a lot of guy's minds around here." "A few of them tried it." "They were brought back in pieces." "They weren't any worse off." "Look, Jeb." "Yeah?" "I'm working with you, but you don't see nothing, understand?" "You don't know from nothing." "Okay, I don't see nothing, I don't know nothing." "The chain is off!" "I hope you know what you are doing." "I'll know what to do and I'll get the other one off." "Hello there." "Have you a cigarette ol' man?" "Oh, I guess I can spare one." "Good." "I suppose you like a match too." "Thanks." "I don't think I got your name." "It's Granger, Jack Granger." "Oh, how long you been around here?" "I told you, I was new on the job." "Why?" "Oh, you just don't seem to be the type for this kind of work." "Why not?" "Ah, you're just, you're just different from the other guards." "Well, you think maybe you can get me a job with your outfit?" "Maybe." "Thanks." "It's nice to know you're interested." "Yeah, yeah." "I'll talk to my boss about you the first chance I get." " So long." " So long." "Hello, Cleaver, didn't expect you quite so soon." "Now, how about a drink?" "Yeah, don't mind if I do." "Yeah, I thought so." "Say, Mr. McKelvey, who is this fellow?" "Yeah, it's Cliff Roberts." "Friend of Rita's." "Newspaper man." "Oh, that adds up." "Mr. Roberts doesn't by any chance happen to work for the Standard, does he?" "Yeah, that's right." "Why are you so interested in him?" "You seen him around lately?" "No, he's on his vacation." "I think he went fishing." "Yeah, well, he didn't." "He's on that Sycamore Creek project." "He's working as a chain gang guard." "Guard on the chain gang?" "You, you sure of that?" "I'm positive." "As a matter of fact, I was talking to Mr. Granger less than two hours ago." " Granger?" " That's the name he gave me." " So, he's a guard on the chain gang?" " That's right." "We're going to see that this fisherman is stopped before he gets the chance to deliver any more of his catch." "Operator, I want to talk to Captain Duncan, Cloverdale Prison Farm." "Yeah." "Captain Duncan." "Oh, hello Mr. McKelvey." "Yeah, Granger's been here about a week." "What about him?" "A newspaper reporter?" "I thought that there was something phony about that guy the minute I laid eyes on him." "No, he won't get a chance to write another line." "Where did you get this Adams?" "Well, you told us to keep an eye on Granger." "I noticed him fooling around with it, so... while he was sleeping, I got curious." "That dirty double crosser!" "Yeah, all the time he was taking pictures with it." "And all the time you guys were asleep." "Come in." " You sent for me, Captain?" " Yeah, sit down." "What is this?" "Sort of a conference?" "Sort of." "You ever read The Evening Standard, Granger?" "Once in a while." "Seen what they've been printing about us?" "I haven't read any papers lately." "I haven't had time." "Been kind of busy getting the hang of things around here." " And you've done pretty good too." " Thanks, Captain." "Fact is, you ain't missed much of anything." "Cigarette?" "Thanks." "Light?" "Thanks." "The boys and I were thinking of having some pictures taken and thought maybe you'd like to snap them." "But not like the ones you took while we were working though." "We want some when we're playing." "Or maybe you've already got some?" "Come on, let's have them." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Maybe if we mess him up, he'll do a little talk." "Time for a check up." "Come on." "Whose cot is this?" "Snead's, Sir." "When did it happen?" "What do you know about it?" " What do you know about it?" " Nothing, Sir." "You stay here." "I'm gonna report to Captain Duncan." "Maybe now, you'll talk." " Captain..." " Yeah?" "Snead's escaped." "Adams, you stay here with Granger." "Come on." "Granger got away, sir." "Let him go." "He won't get far." "Get some more men." "Right." "My guess is he didn't take to the road." "He's hiding in the woods." "Let's move." "Captain, look." "Never mind Granger." "You go with the others." "Hey, Granger." "Save your strength, fella." "We've got to get you to the creek and wash that wound." "Take it easy on this." "Who shot you?" " Duncan." " Oh, that rat!" "You're gonna have a doctor for this." "I ain't much help." "Hey, there's a farm house upon that hill." "I think we can make it." "Yeah, sure." "Come on, let's try." "Wait a minute." "Let me ditch this jacket." "That's the end of the line, fella." "From here on it's every man for himself." "Thanks." "Thanks, Snead." "Morning, Pop" "Kimmy said you wanted to see me." "Yes." "Just got this story from the wire service." "One of the prisoners at Cloverdale made a break last night." "They got him alright but not before he'd killed one of the guards." "Seems this convict got a hold of a gun some way or other, and... he shot the guard down in cold blood." "Anyway, that's Captain Duncan's version of it." "What are you trying to tell me, Pop?" "Cliff?" "Yes." "Oh, Pop!" "I wish I could cry like that." "He'll be alright." "It's just a flesh wound." "Who is he?" "When I brought him in the other night at first I thought he was dead and then I saw that he was alive." "Well, there was no way I had of getting to you." "So, I made a potato poultice." "That's my own remedy." "Something you doctors wouldn't know anything about but it draws out every bit of poison that's in the wound." "Yes, I know, but who is he?" "Well, at first I didn't know and I didn't care." "He was a human being and he was badly hurt." "When I took a look at the clothes he was wearing, what do you think?" "I don't know, what?" "Well, they weren't regular clothes at all." "It was a prison uniform." "He's one of them guards from the Cloverdale Prison Camp." "But now that I know he's alright and know where he belongs there's no sense in my feeding him anymore." "So, if you don't mind, Doctor, on your way into town will you stop at the prison and tell them to come for him?" "Well, I have a few calls to make and I won't get by there 'til about five o'clock." "But, I'll tend to it." "Goodbye." "So long." "Oh, I'm so glad that he's going to get out of this house where he's been such a worry to me." "I don't know what I'll do." "Didn't make you much supper." "Just some hot soup." "I figured that you'd be back at the prison before meal time." "Prison?" "Yes." "I told the Doc on his way into town to stop and tell the prison people you're here." "I guess they're worried about you." "Doc had several calls to make and said he wouldn't be going by there before five o'clock." "Well, it's way after that now, they ought to be along here any minute." "Come on, take this soup." "Do you good." " Thank you." "You're very kind." " Oh, it's nothing." "Want something?" "I'm Captain Duncan of the Prison Camp." "Dr. Evans told me one of our guards was here." "Sure he is." "When I brought him in the other night I thought he was dead." " Where is he?" " In the bedroom." "Come on in." "At first I didn't know who he was but then until I saw the uniform" " so I said to myself he could've been..." " Where is he?" "Well, he was here not more than a half hour ago." "I gave him some hot soup." "I told him I'd sent for you and that you'd be along after him any time." "So, you told him?" "Well, guess maybe he thought he'd save you the trouble and just went back himself." "Maybe." "How long ago would you say he was here?" "Well now, let me see." "I put the stew on about five o'clock, or was it half past four?" " Always let it simmer about 15 minutes." " Get the hounds." "Well, for land's sake, there's not going to be enough stew for the hounds too!" "He must have floated downstream with the current." "Adams, you and Jim try this bank." "Yates, you stay here." "Langley, you and I'll follow downstream on the other side." "That's more likely where he went." "If he's been floating downstream, we're bound to pick him up somewhere." "He can't go on swimming forever." "When he does hit the bank, he's going to be a tired cookie." "Oh, that's a great story on Cliff's death, isn't it?" "Pop, you better get a hold of yourself." "Oh, I'm alright, my dear." "It's just that the news of Cliff's death is grossly exaggerated." "He's alive!" "He phoned me at home." "He'll be here in less than an hour." "Oh, Pop!" "Extra!" "Extra!" "Special feature!" "Chain gang exposé." "Chain gang officials arrested." "Captain Duncan and entire staff ousted by Governor." "Hey, get and read the paper!" "Grand Jury indicts McKelvey." "Thanks, Joe." "Well, here I am." " I thought you didn't like fishing." " I don't." "But you'll never go again without me." "Subtitles made by gamboler[noirestyle]"