 You know what I did in the war? Well, there was a war, don't you? Oh, two million dollars with a bond. Spare my horse, first of all. First of all. I hate that animal. Tell me what you're doing in a war. It's been a long time. I forget. You'll forget. Fuck here. A moron on one hand and a... brown dream on the other. Look at her. She's gonna cry again. Stop it. Stop it and leave me alone. Relax, Romeo. That's about enough. Is it, boy? Is it now? All right, Bo. Come on. Over here. What you doing? I'm feeding my dog. Well, the rest of us eat? That's right. You see, this dog works. I don't know about that, but he's not going to eat for you. You're gonna have to eat your dinner up off the floor. But first, come on and take a walk with me. If I don't get outside fast, I'm gonna kill a man. I apologize for the whole human race. A moment in the middle of the swirling darkness. Only a few hours before this had been my home, mine alone. Free from the vicar and the world and the men who made it. Now the storm had brought me these two. And in a blind moment, a hot, boiling anger. I knew that I'd almost taken a man's life. I felt the cold on my face clearing my head and calming me. The storm would go. By morning, if I were lucky, they'd be gone, too. I could be alone again, alone the way I wanted to be. Well, then I walked through the flock with Bo at my heels, shaking some strays out from the false comfort of the drifts. Then I went back into the wagon. The wagon had grown cold. The radio had been turned on and was operating faintly. And Iris was still crouched behind the stove. I stooped over the lambs to settle them for the night. And I groped around for the old quilt I'd put over them. He took it. What? The quilt. He took it to wrap up in. Oh, he did, didn't he? Please take my coat here. Wrap him in this. He's finally gonna take it. Now don't start a quarrel. Now he's drunk. This quilt was meant for lambs. What did you do, huh? Give me that quilt. Get that dog out of here. If she sees so many snow in my guitar, I'll kill her. Mind you, huh? Don't move her. Get away from that guitar. Bring my guitar with you. I'll kill that dog now. Put out that bottle. Get out of my way. Stupid howl. Have his howl. Put out that bottle. We were just mauling each other. I didn't even hit him. He had his head on the stove. I didn't know it. You're dead. Hey, hey, wait a minute. Roger Miles, a celebrated cowboy star, insisted on driving on to fulfill a personal appearance through the most severe blizzard witnessed around these parts in many years. Filling's Montana has reported no word on Miles yet. For the benefit of thousands of his fans throughout the country, we can only pray to the love of God. Turn off that radio. I want to listen to his heart. Yeah, you're right. I can't look at him. Oh, something's over him. All right, all right. Now hold on to yourself. They'll say we killed him. They'll be looking for us. Don't you see the whole world will be looking for us. Now listen to me and listen carefully. Just keep looking at him and get used to it because he's our baby and we're going to sit right here with him till morning. Now tomorrow we'll decide what we're going to do. Oh, what can we do? All we have to remember is to tell him just what happened. That's the only way we stand a chance. But we don't. We don't stand a chance at all. Roger Miles, the militia was ordered out as soon as the snow plows were underway. Meanwhile, worshipers gathered quietly in churches this morning throughout America to pray for the safety of the idol of million. In Hollywood, Mrs. Miles emphasized that her husband had always been a sportsman and that she prayed he would not lose his battle with nature. All right. Are you awake? Yeah. I've been awake all night. Were you able to sleep? No. They'll never stop till they find him. It'll get bigger all the time. They'll be covering the countryside. Now it's going to be all right, Iris. Is it? Now look, we're going into the sheriff at Sheridan together. We'll tell him the same story. The flock won't drift too far. I can get back by tonight. Oh, it's no good. They'll take us up long before we get there. Don't just see where as good as cause. We can't be, that's all. We can't let them find us. Once they do, we lost the advantage. What are we going to do? I got the car clear and put on chains. Now I can't locate the drift toward Pierre, but I think I can figure out where the crests are and ride between them going west. Don't matter where we give ourselves up, as long as we do it first. Let him in. Let him in. Don't talk to him about it. This morning the cowboy may have been the victim of foul play. He is known to have carried large sums of money on his person for his own spontaneous charities. Local authorities everywhere are requested to watch out for a blue convertible car with a California license plate. Turn it off. I went through his pockets. He wasn't carrying any money. I know. You should have seen how he spent it when he was drunk. It's time we were going. All right. You better take that fur robe off him. You'll need it. No, I can't. He's dead, Iris. That is a door nail and I personally don't care. I didn't expect to see you get sentimental about it. I can't touch it. All right. All right. I'll get it. I better take my robe, too. Is that where you keep your money? I'd keep mine in the bank if I had that much. The closest bank is 20 miles. This old sock does this as well. Now come on, Bo. Oh, are we taking the dog, too? I always take the dog. There's no road. It's all covered in the snow. I'll find it. I know this neighborhood. Wait. Wait, I just remembered. The description of the car, they'll recognize it. Oh, no, they won't. I've covered the license plates with axle grease and the car is covered with ice. Now you better cover up with this. Here, Bo. Get in there. In the back with you. Ah, here we go. It'll all be over in a few hours. By tonight we'll both be able to forget we ever saw Mr. Roger Miles. By tonight, Iris, we'll be safe. You don't have to be. We'll be in Sheridan in a few minutes and then it'll be all right. That's right. It was self-defense, wasn't it? What else could they prove against us? That's right. That's exactly what it was. So you can relax. You know something funny? Right now I don't know anything close to funny. Us two together like this. And the night we spent back there. What I mean is I've only known you a day and still I feel so easy with you that we might have known each other all our lives. Yeah. We had quite a night together. I never want to see another one like it. And you know something there? I don't even know your name. It's an easy one to remember. Sid Lach. Sid Lach. I remember it. How do you happen to get tied in with a man like that? I've been asking myself the same question. You're not the tie, Iris. It doesn't make sense. He promised to marry me. And you went for it? No one had a wife already? I went for it. He had money and he was famous and he could take me away from Wallace. I thought as though I were being rescued from a grave. So I was willing to take the chance. It doesn't make me sound like a very nice person. I suppose I'm not. Well, you're just a young kid. I guess you're allowed a mistake or two when you're young. You're young, too, Sid. Yeah. My mistake was taking him in. But then if I hadn't, I wouldn't have met you. So you see, it all has a way of sort of working out. Thanks, Sid. Now we're coming into a town. Would this be Sheridan's? Yeah, this is it. I'll park the car a minute and go to that dive and get us something to eat. Since the sheriff won't be serving us tea. I want to come too, Sid. Don't leave me alone. All right, all right. Come along. No, no, Bo. You stay here. We'll be right back, Bo. How about 30 of them? That should be enough. 30, huh? That's a good search, buddy. I expect we'll find them before night. I can't, Al. He's not going to be fun, that's all. Hey, how about some service, mister? Huh? A couple of hamburgers to start with. Now hold on, young fella. I got a rush order here for 30 hot chocolate and 60 ham sandwiches. These men hunting for Roger Miles got to be fettin'. Hey, tell me, Al. Where you going to search? Well, I've been thinking of heading out towards Buffalo. I got a hunch he might have got stuck on that road coming up from clear creek. That's an idea. Hey, hey, mister. Yeah? You're just driving from the south? That's right. See anything of a blue convertible? California lighting? I wasn't looking. You wasn't looking? You've got an echo in here, friend. What kind of a guy are you, anyway? A guy who minds his own business. This happens to be everybody's business. Do you know what's been going on around here? No, but I got an idea. You're about to tell me. I'll look, pal. Oh, here comes a new bus for Bulletin. Yeah, I see that. He'll really be busy when they come following in here. Yeah, that bus only starts to pick up passengers. Hey, there's a Bulletin on the radio. Let's turn it up. Turn up that radio. And we'll repeat that Bulletin from the state police. At 10 a.m. today, a county plow from Gillette came across the body of Roger Myles in an abandoned sheep wagon on a branch of the Powder River. Police say there are indications Myles fought desperately for his life and revealed his assailants escaped west in Myles' car. Carlton Sturges, a local rancher, says that a young veteran by the name of Sid Latch has been running sheep in that descendant. Latch, Sturges said, has a Montana sheepdog called Bull. They're also indicating... Hey, how about some service here? Do I have to wait all day for a couple of your lousy sandwiches? Be quiet down there. All right, all right. I want to eat. I want to eat now. Be quiet. One more peep out of you and I'll wrap your skull with this bottle. And so the manhunt begins. The dragnet is out. A dog called Bull, a girl named Iris, and a man known as Sid Latch. The only thing the police can be sure of is a dog called Bull who will respond quickly to his name. Remember that, ladies and gentlemen, a blue convertible and a black and white dog called Bull. The whole nation awaits the apprehension of these criminals. Al, Al, what's up? Bob just pushed the mice off that car outside and it's blue. Blue? And I wiped the license clean in his California. There's nobody inside. Only a black and white dog. Well, I see it. That's what we're looking for. Come on, Nick. You want to be in on the kill? Yeah, I want to be in on that reward. Oh, we're finished. They've got us. Listen to me. Whatever happens, stick at my side and don't run. Don't give it away by running. What are you planning? That bus outside is about to go. We're going to try to make it. Oh, Sid. Sid, I'm too scared to move. Move, baby. Now. Okay, we'll wait for him here. They're not going to skip town on a car. You just made it, folks. Yeah. A hundred people always wait a last minute. Got your tickets? We didn't have time. Two to billings. Take it out of this tent. Now, the company doesn't put up ticket offers as just for scenery. All right. Here's your change. There's that car back there. I wonder what it was. Oh, just a dog. Probably threw a fit. Dogs do anything for attention. Yeah? Will we go to the sheriff and billings? That's right. I saw Bob after a man once. They seemed crazy. Wild crazy. They didn't give him a chance to talk to anyone. They killed him the minute they caught him. They took a rope and threw it over a tree in there. Stop it. The police are always with us, Sid. We won't be so easy to catch. Maybe we shouldn't give ourselves up. Maybe they won't give us a chance. Maybe we just run away, Sid, together. No. Is it because you don't want to be with me? You see, I've been hoping that maybe you and I... Well, it's not that, Iris. It's just that we're not going to run away. That'd be wrong. We're waiting billings till the police snap out of this stampede. Then when they catch their breath, they'll know we didn't kill that prize bull because we didn't have a motive. All right. I'm sorry about Bob, Sid. Yeah. I wouldn't worry, though. You'll be able to go back and find him when this is over. Well, I won't have to do that. You'll find me. He's done it before. Sid. What? I've decided I won't be afraid anymore. Not as long as I'm with you. Billings Special stopped at the bus station north of the tracks. We got off and stretched our legs. It was already dusk and a cold wind was beginning to blow again. Iris was pale and drawn, and... Well, I was pretty tired myself. It was high time we had a full night's sleep. Tomorrow morning would be soon enough for me to nose around and find out the temper of the town and, if all was well, hunt down the sheriff. But tonight, what each of us wanted most was sleep. So I picked a small motel at the edge of town off the heavy traffic of the main streets. A great big fat man got out of his chair in the office and pushed the register toward me. While I began to sign it, he began to ask questions. Been, uh, on the road long? Maybe we have. Think you might stay a few days? I think we might. Come from, uh, Sheridan Way? What if we have? Talk a lot to you. No. People seem to do my talking for me. This little woman is your wife, huh? You want to know quite a lot. I heard nothing personal. I just got a habit on the register. Oh, yeah, I forgot. It's all right. I'll fix it. Phil Wolfe, huh? That's what it says. Phil Wolfe. Okay, I'll just add, uh, and wife. Thanks. First one over here, just a few steps. All right. Come on, honey. Nice room. I'm sure you'll find it, homie. Got two hot plates in it so you can do all the cooking you like. Oh, that'll be fine. Here we are. This one won't do. Twin beds, do you? Oh, twin beds is just fine. Yeah, yeah, we'll take it. Or whatever you say. You notice you got a radio too. There's one in every room. We like our guests to be at home. You just turn it on whenever you like. No extra charge. Here, I will. We're a little tired, so if you don't mind. All right, just a minute. It'll be time for that news broadcast. There are different phases. And Dr. Frederick Chess warned that this is merely the beginning of such lawless terrorism on the part of young, maladjusted criminals. Iris Johnson, Dr. Chess says, was assigned the role of luring miles to latch his lonely wagon on the pretext of guiding him to Billings. He has to act for some nebulous motive, possibly backed blackmail, but more likely for the mere thrill of the deed the two participated in his murder. Police state that the pair abandoned Miles Carran Sheridan this afternoon. The dog called Beau eluded the police there and the assumption is that he has a favorite rendezvous with his master and will head for it. We now return you. Yes, Iris Johnson. He's a hard, cool character. Make him a tiger. What? Why do you say that? Do you know her? I am. It's just the way it got it figured. Miles' fellow probably played her for a sucker, but she found it out she hated him enough to want to see him dead. So first she latched on to this fellow, this Sid Latch. She latched on to Latch. And what do you figure he's like, this Sid Latch? Him? Well, they say he's an orphan. Kind of a discontented war veteran. He hates people naturally, see? Yeah, I see. I'm not sure I'll blame him. Anyway, that's how it begins. She makes a bargain with the boy. If he helps her kill Miles, he'll be her lover. I think you're wrong, mister. Ordinary people don't act that way. I've lived a long time, Mr. Wolf. I've seen a lot of ordinary people. They get sure they hate hard when they want to. And what do you suppose happened next? Well, we know that Miles died from a blow on the back of the head. A girl probably crept up on him with this broken end of a bottle they found. But before she could use it, Latch gets a stranglehold on Miles and prongs him to death in this iron stove in the wagon. Now, uh, don't that make sense? I see you're following the case pretty close. I'm getting to be an old man. Not much to do around here. Yeah, I follow him. This one's got a big reward that goes with it. Who knows? Maybe Ed Jacobs will collect those Ed Jacobs. Why, that's me, son. Guess I should have introduced myself. Oh, I wish you luck, Mr. Jacobs. Thanks. All I got to do is keep a sharp watch for a little dog named Bo. Well, I suppose it's lucky for us that we don't own a dog. That's right. The only thing I got to go on is that dog. Another tour, dime a dozen. You two kids and say you were just what they wanted. But he'd be wrong, Mr. Jacobs. Sure. I know that, son. Now, we're just a little tired, Mr. Jacobs. I'll leave you be, Mr. Wolf. Go yourself while you stay. Meet anybody on the street. Break right out and say howdy. That's the kind of folks we are around here. Except when we run up against murderers. You can't tell with a windbag they go round and round. I don't know. Howard Culver stars as Sid in The Search by Grace Armanson. Tonight's study in suspense. We will return with act two of suspense. This is CBS The Columbia Broadcasting System. Now we accept a message. Oh, just run my bug light through for the heck of it. Meet you at the other end. I reached around blindly for the first door knob. It turned under my hand. But pushed inside and I shut the door quickly. Listening in the darkness to Max's feet come and slowly toward us, trying all the door knobs as it came. I braced my feet on the floor, put my back against the door and threw my hands out against the narrow walls for support. And then the knob turned. Max ran his way against the door to test. I bunched up every muscle in my body and pressed back. This was Copper Pete's back. We thought this was a restaurant. Yeah. You were in the habit of coming into restaurants by the back door? Yeah. That's the way we do it. This is Copper Pete's bar and I'm Copper Pete. Now who are you? Mr. and Mrs. Phil Wolf. Howdy. Hello. Dog looks hungry. He could be. I think I got a box of Faze cereal here someplace. Let's see. There it is. Radio says it's only cereal with double flavor. I'll fix it up for you dog. I love. You listen to the radio very much? No, we don't. Too bad. Lots of interesting things come over there. Such as what? Oh, music, commercials, news items. You can keep right up with the times. We don't like the times. Don't blame you. You've been on the move, huh? Yeah. Well, that ain't what it used to be. Time was in this country when a man could get out of the way. There ain't no frontiers anymore. All a man can do now is sit in one spot and listen to the radio. But you don't care for that, do you? No, like I told you. Radio is all over these days just like the law. Me? I'm for the wildcat. It used to be a wildcat of myself. Company beat me out. Ain't no day for wildcats anymore. Radio beats them out. You do huntin' the space for the night? Yeah, we are. Tell you what? Take the same door out, she'll come in. It's downtown to the alley. There's a flight of back steps to try them. Ask for Edie. She's a wildcat her from way back. You'll get a room there. You see, the town's full up on account of this guy what got erased, Miles, something. Never heard of him? No, of course he ain't. That's cause you don't listen to the radio. Why don't we try? Might be some more news about that fella. Mrs. Miles issued a shocking statement. Dora Miles told newspaper men that she had been living and praying for years that something like this might happen to her husband. Mrs. Miles screamed that she hadn't murdered him herself. The physician attending Mrs. Miles stressed the fact that she is suffering from hysteria and that no importance can be attached to her statement at this time. Radio, quiet an institution. Hey, I thought you two were gone already. What are you waiting for? I can't make up my mind. About what? I wish I knew if I could trust you. No way of knowing, son. Just have to take the chance. All right, Pete. I think I will. For Pete told us to come up here. Come on in. Just the two of you. That's right. And the dog's with us. And some dog. We'll keep him out of the way. He's a quiet dog. That's a quiet girl too. My wife. How do you do? So you two are on the lammer. We're just like a room if you're not filled up. You must have been having a rough time, son, snapping at people that way. We're just like a room, nothing else. I see. Please forgive us, Mrs. The name's Edie. We've been traveling all day and we're terribly tired. Yeah. I see that too. That's some dog. We always take Jack with us when we travel. You know what? Black and white dogs get to looking like old dust moths. That's what. So, uh, Copper Pete sent you. He said you'd have a room. Take the one at the top of the stairs. The bath's to your left. Thank you. Thank you, Miss Edie. Wait a minute, sir. Yeah? You'll find a box of henna in the medicine chest. Do something about that dog. Yeah. Well, thanks again. The door behind us threw Bowen to the bathtub. And when I pulled him out again, he was dyed a dull mahogany red. We'd never be recognized by having a black and white dog with us anymore, but there was one more thing to be done before we were safe. One last thing. I put Bowen a corner and went to the opposite side of the room, and then I began calling him to me. Come here, Bow. What are you doing? Giving Bow a lesson. Taking his name away from him. Come on, Bow. You have to. Yes, I have to. Come here, Bow. Bow, you've got to learn this if it's the last thing we both do. Come here, Bow. Been on for half an hour. Me calling his name and Bow coming over to be coughed. It lasted less than dawned on him, and when I called him after that, he just sat there looking at me and not moving. So, Bow had lost his color and his name, and it looked as though he might make out all right. Open the window, Sid. It's awful close in here. Oh, sure. Hear that, Iris? Freight train. Yeah. I hear it. We'll be on one tomorrow. Get away from here. Away from the manhunt. Oh, Sid, what good is it? What good is it when you have to keep running, when you're afraid of every man you pass in the street and of every hotel you have to stop in at night? We're not going to run forever. I told you what we're going to do. Oh, it gets so lonely, Sid. Lonely? I've been lonely all my life. You get used to it after a while? Do you? I was a lie. You never get used to it, Iris. I'll tell you something, Sid. If you don't believe me, I won't blame you. Not a girl like me. I want to tell you, Sid. Will you marry me? Now, look, I got $5,000 in my old sock here. Ever since I've ever saved. That's going to be our start. Maybe we could go south. We can have our own home and our own land. How can you be sure? Be sure that you want me. How can you be sure? Because I started hating miles when I first saw you. When I thought you were his girl. Because I was glad when he died in the wagon. Even though it meant we were under suspicion and had to run for it. I was glad because we'd be running together. But don't worry about it, Iris. The $5 bill to it. Then we slipped quietly downstairs and stood a minute in the hallway looking out at the gray, angry sky. It's beginning to rain, Sid. It's all the better. There'd be less people around. Do you want me to walk with you? No, no. Now look. I'll go ahead with Bo. You follow a few blocks behind. I'll toss Bo into a southbound freight at the yards and give you the high sign to come ahead when it looks like she's ready to roll. Oh, I wish we could have seen Edie in person, the banker. Well, maybe we will, Iris. Someday. All right, then. You go first. Right. I'll see you in a few minutes toward the freight guards. Every once in a while, I look back over my shoulder to see Iris coming slowly far behind us. A produce truck rumbled down the alley ahead of us and a paper boy with a few wet sheets under his poncho fell in step beside me. The truck stopped up ahead and the driver got out to unload. I just happened to glance at Bo and my heart jumped up into my mouth at what I saw. The paper boy would see it and he missed it. Paper missed it? Not today. Come on, be a big shot. All right, here. The whole quarter. Gee, thanks. That's a bribe. Now, disappear. Oh, it's a pleasure. Hey, wait a minute. Your dog's bleeding. He always does that and I'll scram. No, he ain't bleeding. What's that stuff running off of him? Funny thing, I ain't never seen that dog around here before. Hey, mister. Be quiet, can't you? But that ain't no red dog. That's a... That's a black and white dog. The truck driver was staring, but now he began moving toward us. I turned and sudden panic and began to run. Bo's streaking along at my side. As I got near Iris, her white face staring at us and bewildered me, I motioned for her to turn and run too. We tried her down the alley, doubled around the block to Copper Pete's. First through his back door, stood inside, breathing hard, listening to the sound of men's racing feet go by the door and fade in the distance. So now we were back where we started from. Then freedom was as far away from us as ever. Some kid recognized Bo. Yeah, that's the way it is with kids. Nothing gets by. I guess there's nothing else to do. We'll give ourselves up. I lost it, no. Chance, it's your last one. Drugstore around the corner, it'll open up in about an hour. And? Just walk in and buy some chloroform. What for? I know how it is, son. You promised him a life for Riley. But you do like I say. You kill that dog and kill him quick. With him around your neck, you got a one-way ticket to the grave. Not a chance. I'm just telling you the one way of keeping a life, son. We could be on our way south, Sid. By nightfall. No. Not a chance. An hour later to the second, the door to the drugstore opened and I moved in out of the rain. First customer of the day. The drugist looked at me sharp like. I guess he didn't often have business that early in the morning. I just stood there looking at him. Seemed like minutes, and then I finally got my mouth open. I want some chloroform. Chloroform? What for? Well, I have to know why. Very so. It's a law. A law? That's right. I want to get rid of, rid of an animal. What kind of an animal? A rat. A big rat. I don't know. You don't bathe rats with chloroform. I thought there was something funny. What do you use? Simple. What's your afters rat poison? Yeah. I guess that'll do it. Believe me, son. Get to do it all right. Get it, son? Yeah. Maybe you want me to do it for you. No. No, I'll do it. Rat poison, huh? Well, that's good and strong. Want some ground meat to mix it with? No. You'll give it to him straight, huh? I don't know. Oh, let him do it, Sid. Please. No, no. If I've got to, I'll do it. And you, Iris, you're gonna let him kill that dog? What can I do? We've got our own lives to think of. I was just asking. I was just wondering. Why'd you figure this out, son? We might as well see what's going on in the world. Great little invention, the radio. Now an item of national interest. Stephen Wall, personal physician to the late Roger Miles, flew to Pierre from Hollywood late last night to be present this morning at the autopsy. The autopsy revealed that Miles was not killed from a blow on the head, as had been previously believed. That wound on his head was caused by Miles fell to the floor, and in falling struck his head against an iron stove. The actual cause of death was discovered in Miles' bloodstream, where, together with high-off alcohol content, traces of arsenic were found. The police, checking on all drugstores in the 100-mile area, found that poison had been sold on the morning of the murder too. Why'd you turn it off? They were about to turn it off. I'm much pointing here, and the police will be here any minute. The police? Yeah. When you went over to the drugstore, myself and Miss Iris went upstairs and called them. And I took my chance on trusting you. Can't trust anybody in this world? You found that out yet? We're both much beholden to you for the lesson. Well, you see, early this morning, while you two were fast asleep, Edie and I paid a visit to your room. We can't just stand here. Why don't we run for it? Wait a minute. I want to hear him talk. I'll take care of him when he's finished. And in the course of our visit, I'll tell you the truth. Now, you son, you're carrying a water of five grand wrapped in an old sock. Ain't you? Keep talking, Pete. It's gonna be your last speech. And you, sis, you're carrying a water of seven grand and a little bottle that's smart, dangerous, and poison. Ain't you? Ed, set the man's raving. He's afraid of you. There's a roll on him, maybe several thousand dollars, but he couldn't find it. I'll tell you, this man is insane. They're darling. When I went out of the wagon for about an hour that night, he was drinking hard. He was drunk. You could have put poison into his bottle. Ed, I love you. You know I do. Stop it, stop it. Did you kill him? Did you? Ed, how can you ask me that? How could I kill him? He would have taken me away. Well, leave him at horrible time. He said he married. He already knew he was married. He looked me. He said he did. Why should I kill him? You're lying, lying. When we picked you up that morning, he hardly knew you and you hated him. I saw that. It was the money, wasn't it? You found out about the money. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Ed, I think you've got to listen to me. It was the money. And when were you planning to kill me for mine? Not until I'd gotten you away from here, gotten you out of danger, huh? Then you'd have done it to me the same way. Ain't that right? Well, why don't you say something, Iris? Well, that'd be the constant. Well, Iris? So now you know. Just a minute, I'm coming. Please. Ed, if you don't mind, I'd rather go out to them. For you like. Goodbye, Sid. Thanks for the buggy ride. It was nice being married to you for a while. I could drink, son. No. What are you going to do now? Take my dog and go home. Round up my flock. Don't forget her, boy. You know that, don't you? Dear son, women make the best dog-gone wildcats of us all. It's to Howard Culver who played Sid and to Sandra Gare as Iris for their excellent performances. The search by Grace Amundsen was produced and directed by Anton M. Lieder. Lieder Glaskin is our musical conductor and director. Listen again next week to Radio's outstanding Theatre of Thrills, one hour of... Cha-Spain. ...the Columbia Broadcasting System.