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Well, what happens if there ain't any and then he ain't got no clothes and no food or nothing? I did just like I was told. I took the man where I was supposed to and I watched him a little while and then I walked away and left him. He sure was a little fella. I felt kind of sorry for him in a way. He looked harmless to me. Kind of sad, too. I wanted to be his friend, but... Well, I had to cock him once over the back of the head. Yeah, made a funny sound. Guess it didn't hurt him much, though. After I tied him up and sat him up in the car beside me, he came to him a little while. Oh, well, hello! How you feeling better? My head... it hurts. Yeah, I guess it will for a while. There's a lump. Well, I guess there would be. I'm sorry, little fella. My hands... they're tied. My feet are, too. Yeah, they sure are. I tied them. But why? Well, I didn't want to get rough again. You're such a little guy. I don't even know you. Well, I don't know you. Who are you? Oh, just call me Casey. My last name... Well, it don't matter. Casey? I don't know anybody by that name. I don't... We could have a nice trip out of this. This is a beautiful drive. Can you see out there? See? We're driving right along next to the ocean. Where are you taking me? Oh, it's not far out. Don't start acting up. I want this to be a pleasant trip. I like company. Sure, but... My hands... They hurt. Couldn't you just loosen the rope a little? I don't think I should. No, you might try something and then... Well, I don't think I'd better. I don't have any money, you know. Oh, a thief, do you? Oh, I can't figure it out. No, never you mind. You just lean back and enjoy yourself. Hey, gee, that ocean is big. Hey, just look at it. Look at those waves. They never stop. They just keep flapping. Yeah, Casey. Got a cigarette? Sure, I'll even light it for you. Thanks. Oh, that's all right. I want to be your friend. Well, that is if you let me. Sure, we'll be friends. Just no rough stuff. No rough stuff. Gee, the cigarette tastes good. Yeah, yeah. Hey, your name is Sam, isn't it? Yeah, why? Well, I just wanted to make sure. What do you mean? Well, I gotta be sure I got the right guy just like he told me. Who told you? Oh, never mind. Never mind. Are we going far? No, not much further. Hey, you can even help me look for the place. What place? They fish there in the summer. Summer's gone now. Won't be anyone there. There'll be a sign. It'll be on your side of the road. It'll say Cook's Place Live Bay. A big sign. I smell some butter. I don't smell anything. Oh, now look at you. See what you're done. You're trying to point that rope. I guess I gotta stop the car. But my hands, they're numb. I'm disappointed in you, Sam. Point the ends of the rope. There's no harm done. Gee, you can't trust no one these days. I'm sorry, Casey. I won't do it again. Sun's going down fast. I guess I better step up. Gotta be on time. Meeting someone? No, not just me and you. There'll be no one else. 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And now, Roma Wine brings back to our Hollywood soundstage Sheldon Lennard as Casey and Elliott Reader-Sann in Peace of the Furies, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. So the little fella kept me company all the way to the place. He didn't try anything and we got a long swell. I turned left off the highway and I drove for about a mile over that old dirt road and then I saw the sign, Cook's Place Live Bait. And there was the wharf just like you said. There wasn't anyone around and so I stopped the car right near the beach. The wind was coming up across the beach and I wished I had brought an overcoat for Sam because he was actually shaking when I untied his legs and then we started to walk toward the wharf. Well, don't fall down. My legs, they've been tied so long. Gee, it's cold. Hey, I'm sorry, Sam. I'd let you have my overcoat. Well, then I wouldn't have any. That's right. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. What are you counting? The poles under the wharf. Poles? Hey, come on. We got to walk over there under the wharf. Might not be so windy, Dad. Yeah. What time is it? It's a quarter after seven. Yeah, I'm just on time. Look, Casey, I don't understand all this. Oh, I don't think about it, Sam. We just got a job to do and let's get it over with. Out here. There's no one. The wharf's deserted. Hey, look, I just do what I'm told. I get paid for it and I don't ask questions. I know that, Casey, but don't you see, I don't know you. I've never done anything. You're all mixed up. Come over here and sit down by this pole. The tent pole from the end of the wharf, he said. Sure, Casey. Sure. The sand's wet. I can't help it, little fella. You're going to untie my hands now? Yeah. I'm going to untie them. But remember... Okay, Casey. I know, fool. You're twice as big as I am. Well, just remember that then. Gee, you get skinny wrists like a woman's. Tied this pretty good, didn't I? That better? Much better. What a relief. Thanks. Better rub them good. Yeah. Bring back the circulation. Yeah. See, I got to tie them again. Only back at a pole. No, Casey. No. But I got to them's orders. Whose orders, Casey? Whose orders? My boss. Has everyone's got a boss? Yeah. How about me being your boss, Casey? How about it? Are you already got a good boss? What's he pay you, Casey? Well, well, that depends. You could work for me. I'd pay you much more. You ain't got no money, Sam. Yes, I have. You think I'm dumb, don't you? No, I don't. You're smart. Plenty smart, believe me. Well, I'm not dumb. I get by... Look, Casey. Work for me. Forget about your other boss. I'll give you anything you ask for. I know you're kind little fellow. You're crooked. You better just forget it. Come on. Come on. I'm back with your hands. Yeah, that's it. Yeah, now. Good and tight. No! Please, Casey. It hurts. It ain't gonna hurt long, Sam. No. Why not, Casey? Why not? You'll see. Look, I'm awfully cold. Couldn't you build a fire? Whoa. I never thought of that. I guess I could, but... No, no, no. We gotta be alone. We're alone? There's no one here. It's getting dark. The people will see, and they'll want that. There's no one around you, said so yourself. Uh-uh. Smoke travels, and the people see it. I was a bum once, and smoke got me in trouble. Please, Casey. Now, I'm smart, see? Not from books, mind you. Just from living. Casey. I'm starting to get wet. Yeah. You know, that's something I don't know about. Them waves down there, they don't ever stop. They come in, and they go out. In and out, in and out. Why? Look, Casey. Will you be my friend? That ain't that a silly question. I am, your friend. I like you, Sam. Then tell me why. Why were here, you and me? All I know is that I had to bring you here. I was to be here at a quarter after seven, which I was. I was to tie you under this wharf, to tie you to the tent pole from the end of the wharf. Well, you tied him. And now, I gotta go up and sit on a pier for exactly three hours. Three hours? It's a long time. Oh, I don't mind it. Well, you're cold, eh? Say, what's your boss's name, Casey? Jake. Jake. Jake Larkin. Yeah, that's it, you know? Yeah, I know him. He's a fine boss. Look at those waves. They keep creeping up. They're getting closer. Just never stop. Casey, can I tell you something? Will you listen? Really listen? Not sure. Anything. I do know Jake Larkin. He's my brother-in-law. I married his sister. Her name was Clara. Clara Larkin. My wife. We had good times together. Good times. She wanted me to be somebody. And I tried. Tried awfully hard. But I just couldn't make it. Yeah, sure, I know. That's like me. You know, I never could get any place either. Yeah, Casey. Like you. Well, anyway, she kept after me. Night school correspondence courses. Work all day and study all night. But it just wasn't ending. Some home night's dog tired. It was hard to face her. We just weren't getting any place. Oh, that's too bad. Then you do understand. Why sure I do. Well, then one day, she was taken sick. Before I knew it, she couldn't walk anymore. Paralyzed from the waist down. My beautiful wife. Oh gee, that's too bad. How did I ever figure that in three hours it'll be high time? Casey, you said you were my friend, didn't you? Then you've got to listen to me. My whole story, all of it. Will you do that? I guess so. Well, I kept on working and coming home nights and sitting with my wife and listening to her. And there she was, cooped up in one room, staring at four walls, waiting for the night, watching for the day. It wasn't a very shiny world for her. This was our life for five years. And I want you to hear it. Will you listen? Go ahead, Sam. I'll listen. One night I came home. Tired, discouraged. I got to hardly get up the steps. And I... I got a ride partway. No, not very. And you? No, dear. How could I be lying in bed all day? Don't, dear. I'm sorry. The doctor's here today. Good news? He said there wasn't any use in his coming anymore. Darling. It's just as well, Sam. There'll be no more doctor bills. I don't care about the bills. I want you to walk. I like the best of them. That's easy to say. Sam, come and sit here beside me, unlike you used to. My poor darling. Sam, do you love me? Why do you ask that? Because you never tell me anymore. Don't you know? I want to hear it. I love you, Clara. Oh, Sam, I'm sorry if I've nagged you. I wanted you to be something you couldn't be. I was wrong. Don't, Clara. You lie here all day imagining things. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could live my life over again? Maybe this pain is a punishment. Stop it. Will you, Clara? All right, all right, Sam. Why don't you go for a walk or to a movie, maybe? I've been away all day. Can't we just sit and talk? Without getting morose. My brother dropped in today. Jake? What did he want? Nothing. He usually has a reason for coming around. Oh, well, he only... Well, how is Jake? I suppose he was bulging with money as usual. Dressed fit to kill. He did look nice. I don't want his kind of dough. He just wanted to help me, Sam. How? Get another doctor. Well? He wouldn't do any good. I've had other doctors. They all say the same thing. That's not the reason you turned him down. Yes, it was. No. You turned him down because you have a husband who's too proud to accept charity. No. A husband who'd much rather see his wife suffer. Holy me, Clara. He wanted something else, too. No, Sam. He wanted to take you away, didn't he? Didn't he? Yes. Why didn't you go? He's no good, you know that. There's plenty of easy money. It might make you walk again. You should have gone. Now, please, Sam, I don't want to talk about... Read to me. What'll I read? Here. Here, read this. Poetry? Oh, it's beautiful. I can't read poetry. Come on. Here. Start here. Well, how do I love the... How many count the ways? I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely as men strive for right. I love thee purely as they turn from praise. I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life. And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Isn't that wonderful? Yes, it is. Who wrote it? Elizabeth Browning. She must have been lovely. Yes. Look, Sam. What is it? There's smoke coming from under the door. Here, put your robe on. Hurry, Claire. Here, I'll help you. Put your robe on. I'll open the door. The stairs are on fire. No, Sam, you can't carry me. It's four flights down. Yes, I can. Don't struggle, Claire. Here, put this over your head. Sam, let me stay here. What? Don't you see it's better this way? Let me stay here. Are you mad? Claire, put your arm around my neck. You can't carry me. Yes, I can. Hold on to me. Don't you understand, darling? I want to stay here. I'll always be helpless like this. If I stay, you'll be free. You'll have a chance to be something. You're coming with me. No. We'll go down the stairs. Sam, let me stay. Do you think I'm a murderer? It wouldn't be murder. No one would know. I'm giving you a chance for a new life. Take it. No! Get there, Sam. If you go alone. You hold this over your head. Do you understand? Claire, stop struggling. Claire, stop! She did that, Casey. She did that for me. She deliberately broke away from me and threw herself into the fire. Gee, what about you? Oh, they were able to get me out all right. But she... Oh, gee, that was bad, little fella. Then you do believe me. You do believe that it wasn't my fault. Sure. She wanted to die, didn't she? Yes. I think about such things, too. If you believe me, then... Untie me. Let me go. I can't. Janker'd be mad, and he's my boss. No. He'll never know. It's funny, isn't it? I mean, the way she died, and now... you're gonna drown. No! Untie me, Casey. Do you understand? Jake wants me to die because he thinks I left his sister to burn to death. But you know the truth now. You can save me. Well, it wasn't your fault. No. Untie me. But I got my orders. I can't go back on them. But this is really murder, Casey. Do you understand that? Oh, no, little fella. I'm only doing what I'm told. I gotta keep my job, don't I? They'll find out, Casey, and you'll be punished. Well, Jake told me not to worry. He'd take care of me. Let me go to Jake. Let me tell him my story. You can do that for me, can't you? No. Jake don't want to talk to you. Casey, be reasonable. Hey, if you keep yelling like that, I'm gonna have to hit you. You idiot! Don't you understand, you blind stupid! What did you call me, little fella? I didn't mean it, Casey. I didn't mean it. I don't like what you called me. I heard that one before. I thought you were my friend. I am your friend. Untie me. I gotta be going. I done everything just like Jake told me, and now I gotta be going. Casey! So long, Sam. Casey! Casey! A dog! I walked off, Jake, just like you told me. Lose my $50. Hey, hey, boys, can I have my... You're $50. Do you know what you've done? What did I do? I did just like you told me... You murdered an innocent man, why? Because you told me to. After he told you what happened to my sister, didn't you realize he was innocent? Well, I did just like you told me. Don't be so, Jake. You idiot, you stupid, stupid idiot! What did you call me? Wait a minute. Don't pull any of that at me. Stay where you are. You called me that name too. I don't like that. Casey. Hey, Casey, remember, I'm your boss. I thought you was my friend, too. Casey! Ah, don't pull a gun on me, boss. Oh, stay away from me. Stay away from me. Casey! Casey! 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