02x39 - The Dangerous People

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Good evening.

You will excuse me
if I speak rapidly,

but I haven't much time.

I'm playing some
idiotic children's game,

and I'm supposed to stand
against this wall,

blindfolded, and with my hands
tied behind me.

While I'm standing here
waiting for something
to happen,

you may watch tonight's drama,
"The Dangerous People".

I shall join you later.

Thank you. But please,
no more applause.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

It was foolish
to hurry so.

What's the matter
with me?

Now I'm out of breath.

I'll stay here a minute
to get my breath,

or else he'll ask
what's the matter,

and I'll tell him it's asthma,

and he'll tell me
about how his wife had asthma,

or his boss,
or his cousin Wilbur.

That thing makes me nervous,
even if it is five miles.

Getting colder out.

You waiting for
the Milwaukee train?

Yeah.

Oh, we've got
about half an hour.

Well, might as well
get acquainted, I guess.

My name's Bellefontaine.

Mine's Jones.

How do you do?

You going
all the way?

No, Madison.

Oh.

What do you do?

I'm a lawyer.

I have a client here
who used to live in Milwaukee.

He still insists
I handle his affairs.

No need, really,
but he can afford it, so I do.

You live here?

No, in Madison.

I'm an accountant
with Saxe Paint Company.

Oh. I thought Saxe
was in Chicago.

They've got a branch
in Madison.

I see.

You weren't here
on business then, I take it.

No.

It was just a visit.

Oh?

Excuse me,
I have to get my ticket.

A ticket
to Milwaukee, please.

One way?

Yes.

I wish they'd stop that thing.

It's coming from the home
for the criminally insane.

One of them escaped,
you know.

Yes, I heard.

Lots of people
get nervous

having one of those
places in town,

but I find it interesting.

Please, my ticket. Here.

The things I hear
in this waiting room...

What the people
from up there talk about,
I've learned a lot.

Say,

do you know what
a split personality is,
mister?

I'll bet you don't.

It's a person
who's two different people

and neither one
knows the other exists.

My change, please.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Did you ever hear
anything like that?

Yes, I heard of it.

Did you hear about
that patient escaping?

Yeah, I heard.

I stopped for coffee
down the street
and the waitress told me.

Oh.

I'm a perfectly
reasonable man,
I assure you.

I know the chance
that he's a homicidal
maniac,

that he'd simply k*ll
you without reason
is remote.

Besides, he wouldn't
come here. Why would he?

Yet that thing
gives me the chills.

Isn't that odd?

Yeah, it sure is.

It's weighty stuff, huh?

Yes.

Is his description out?

Huh?

The man that got away,
they know what he looks like?

I don't know.
I don't think so yet.

They might have
a hard time catching him,
you know that?

Lots of these fellas
are smart,

plenty smart.

Smarter than you, maybe,
or me.

Yes, I suppose they are.

They just

go off sometimes,

get excited, you know.

Yes, I suppose they do.

Don't blame them for trying
to get out of there.

You don't?

'Course,

a man gets out
of a place like that,

he's got it on
on other people.

If he kills anyone,
I mean.

He can k*ll anyone
he wants to.

And even though
they catch him, they can't
do anything to him,

except put him back in.

You see?

Yes, that's true, isn't it?

No.

No, it can't be.

I knew there was something.

His clothes.

They're all muddy and torn.

He must have been
in a fight.

What's wrong?

Nothing, nothing.

Have to control myself.

Mustn't let him suspect.

He k*lled someone
to get his clothes
and then came here.

Of course!

A little station
where he could get away.

A bookkeeper.

Why, they're neat.

Whoever saw
a bookkeeper like...

Thank you.

Now, wait, wait.

I've got to calm down.

Why, this is crazy.

He's probably a perfectly
ordinary fellow.

Just that his clothes are...

Probably some perfectly
normal explanation.

Have you been
with Saxe Paint very long?

Oh, yeah, a long time.

A long time.

And you're a bookkeeper?

That's right. Why?

Oh, nothing, nothing.
I just...

Well, nothing.

I have to get out of here.

Can't take a chance!

Where are you going?

Well, just to get
some gum.

Would you like some?

No.

He's the one. I know he is.

Those clothes, and his eyes...

And Jones,
just the name he'd choose.

And the way he keeps putting
his hand to his head.

Probably some pressure.

And when it gets too bad he...

Oh, mister.

Is the : on time?

Yup.
But I...

He suspects me.

He thinks I know.

I can't leave.
He might k*ll me if I tried.

Try to act natural.

Better sit down.

Sure thirsty.

He's not gonna let me
get out of here.

That's clear enough.

What am I gonna do?

He keeps doing that.

The pressure's building up.

If it gets any worse,
any minute he might just...

Oh, if only there was...

Of course. I'll...

I'll go in the washroom.

Excuse me.

When I think I didn't
wanna bring this...

Why, it could save my life.

Now, the b*ll*ts.

Don't wanna sh**t him,

but I have to defend myself
if he att*cks me.

Just watch him like a hawk.

Be ready to sh**t.

Why, us city fellas
just can't drink
with country fellas,

that's all that's to it.

All that clean living
and fresh air.

They're too much for us.

Sure is a strange
little beast.

I wonder why he took
the briefcase in here.

Maybe he's got
something valuable in it.

Time passes slow, huh?

Yes.

Funny-looking
little monkey.

Guess he thinks
I'm funny-looking, too.

Can't figure me out.

I wish I had a drink.

I could go uptown
and get one, I guess.

I got the time.

But I'm a victim of inertia.

I would go uptown
and get myself a drink,

but I haven't got the ertia.

I got to have some more water.

That water's plenty cold.

Yes. I expect it is.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

The water's gotten
me cold.

He isn't cold.

He just said that
to get the poker again.

What a squirmer.

That siren
sure paralyzes him.

If you ask me,
he's a pretty weird character.

Looking over his shoulder,

getting bug-eyed
every time the siren goes.

If you ask me,
he's probably nuttier
than the one that got away.

In fact, I wouldn't
be surprised
if he was the one.

That would...

He is!

Of course! Why didn't
I guess it sooner?

Sure he is.
He has to be.

'Course he was looking back,
to see if he was followed.

And that name,

that made-up name.

Nobody really has
a name like that.

All this time
I've been sitting here
with a madman.

If I had said
the wrong thing...

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

No use getting in an uproar.

I can handle him okay
if he tries anything.

There's nothing
to worry about.

He's got a g*n!

That's what he went
into the washroom for,

to take it
out of his briefcase
and put it in his pocket.

I can see it,

see the barrel.

That's why he's got
his hand in there.

I got to be careful.

Very calm.

Not do anything
to startle him.

The poker.

Get the poker.

He's getting
too close to the poker.

He could reach out suddenly
and hit me,

probably make me miss,

stun me or k*ll me
with the first blow.

Now I'm getting
a little warm.

Now I can't get it.

Did he realize
what I meant to do?

Maybe if I just got up
and slowly walked out.

No.

He'd know I was going
for the police.

I can't risk it.

Look at those eyes,
like a snake.

If I make a sudden move,
he'll strike.

I've got to keep calm.

I've got to get closer
to the poker.

If only...

How was the gum?

Oh, all right.

Well, I guess I'll try some.

I need the exercise.

Need the exercise?

Really very amusing,
Mr. Jones.

Yeah, it is kind
of amusing, isn't it?

Mr. Jones!
It's warm enough.

He did it on purpose,

all that business
with the gum,

to get closer to the poker.

Have to be ready
for the first sign of a move.

Aim right at him.

Nothing sudden,
so he won't notice anything.

If I just could tell
when he's got it.

I can't watch him
all the time,
make him suspicious.

It's not ours.

Apparently not.

I think
it's the through express
going the other way.

Yes.

Have to get it pointed
right at him.

Finger on the trigger.
Then if he moves,
I could do it.

He's waiting
for the train.

The noise when it passes,

so nobody'll hear the sh*t.

What if I miss?

He might jar me,
I might miss the first one.

The train!

So loud, it confuses me.

Maybe I should go ahead,

not wait.

He's raising it.

I can't take a chance!

Good evening, Officer.
Come in.

Yes, come in.

Good evening, gentlemen.
Waiting for
the Milwaukee train?

Yes, uh...

When's it due?

Any minute now.

Have they caught
the maniac yet?

Yes, have they?

Oh, you heard
about that, huh?

I guess so, with that siren
going all the time.

They shouldn't
run it so long.

It gets the people in there,
the inmates, you know,
all upset.

They haven't caught him,
have they?

I'll bet they haven't
caught him yet.

No, they haven't. Not yet.

And you know what?

I wouldn't be surprised
if they don't get him, either,

if he's careful
and controls himself.

But why?
He might be right
under your nose.

Yes, don't you see?

He just might, now.

But they won't get him anyhow.

'Cause you know
what he did?

He k*lled a policeman
over in Waynesville,

and stole his car,

and uniform.

And they don't even
know it yet.

Where are you going?

Let me go!
Let me go! Let me go

They were waiting for him
out there. They got him.

Yeah.

You know, I was...
I was sure it was you.

I mean, the clothes.

They didn't seem right
for a bookkeeper.

Oh, there's our train.

I got a beaut
of a hangover.

I had a few drinks
last night,

I celebrated
with a couple of friends
and fell flat on my face

in the yard as I was leaving.

You know, when I found out

you were carrying a g*n,
I could have sworn it was...

Oh, that?

That belongs
to my client here.

He had it in the service.

He asked me
to take it to Milwaukee
to give to his son.

All right, I'll go.

You didn't see them.

They were waiting for me.

They just jumped me,

no warning, anything.

You're mad, dangerous.

All right,
let's go.

I wanna go back
where it's safer.

That's where we're going.

That's all for this evening.

I think we shall
be back another time
with another story.

Until then, good night.