You know what I did in the war?
Well, there was a war, don't you?
I sold two million dollars with a bond.
Me and my horse, pistol.
Horses.
Oh, how I hate that animal.
Tell me, what you do in a war?
I'm a sock-hair, a moron on one hand and a brown dream on the other.
Look at her, she's going to cry again.
Stop it and leave me alone.
Relax, Romeo, that's about enough.
Is it, boy?
Is it now.
Alright, Bo, come on, over here.
What you doing?
I'm going to get you a dog.
For the rest of his seeds?
That's right. You see, this dog works.
I don't know about that, but he's not going to eat.
Why, you...
Oh, you're going to 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 going to kill a man.
I apologize, Bo.
I apologize for the whole human race.
I stood for a moment in the middle of the swirling darkness in the storm.
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 of 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.
An iris was still crouched behind the stove.
I stooped over the lambs to settle them for the night.
I groped around for the old quilt I'd put over them.
Hey, Ducky.
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 gone.
He's taken off.
Don't start a quarrel.
Now he's drunk.
This quilt was meant for lambs.
Hey, well, what you doing?
Give me that quarrel.
Hey, get that dog outside.
If she sees so many snow on my guitar, I'll kill it, Minjee, huh?
Joe Mouser, get away from that guitar.
All right, break my guitar, will you?
I'll kill that dog now.
Put down that bottle.
Get out of my way.
Stupid hound.
I'm gonna have his hide.
Put down that bottle.
Yes, sir.
Let go of me.
Let go.
Take it.
No.
What?
Is he dead?
From what?
I thought we were just mauling each other.
I didn't even hit him.
He had his head on the stone.
He's dead or not?
He's dead.
Hey, wait a minute.
Roger Miles, the celebrated cowboy star, insisted on driving on to fulfill a personal appearance
through the most severe blizzard witnessed around these parts in many years.
Spillings, Montana, has reported no word on Miles yet.
For the benefit of thousands of his fans throughout the country, we can only pray that the love of his star
come through the storm state.
Turn off that radio.
I want to listen to his heart.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.
He is.
I can't look at him.
Throw something over him.
All right, all right.
Now hold on 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 gonna sit right here with him till morning.
Now tomorrow we'll decide what we're gonna do.
What can we do?
All we have to remember is to tell him we're gonna kill him.
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.
Music
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 gonna 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 pick us up long before we get there.
Don't you see we're as good as caught?
We can't be, that's all.
We can't let them find us.
Once they do, we lost the advantage.
What are we gonna 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.
The agent.
Isn't he still talking about us?
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 charity.
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.
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.
Dead is a doornail, 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 roll, too.
Is that where you keep your money?
I'd keep mine in the bank if I had that much.
Closest bank is 20 miles.
This old sock does this as well.
Come on, Bo.
Oh, are we taking the dog, too?
I always take the dog.
Oh, but 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 us.
Oh, no, they won't.
I've covered the license plate with axle grease,
and the car is covered with ice.
Now, you better cover up with this.
Why?
Here, Bo, get in there.
In the back with you.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
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 tired?
No.
I'm just afraid.
You don't have to be.
We'll be in Sheridan in a few minutes,
and then it'll be all right.
After all, 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.
Oh, yes.
I can.
We both can.
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 else?
I don't even know your name.
It's an easy one to remember.
Sid Latch.
Sid Latch.
Yeah.
I remember it.
How'd you happen to get tied in with a man like that?
I've been asking myself the same question.
You're not the type, Iris.
It doesn't make sense.
He promised to marry me.
And you went for it, knowing he had a wife already?
I went for it.
He had money, and he was famous,
and he could take me away from Wallace.
I felt 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, and 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.
We're coming into a town.
Oh, would this be Sheridan?
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.
You got all your men together, Al?
About 30 of them. That should be enough.
30, huh? That's a good search party.
I expect we'll find them before nightfall.
If you can't, Al, he's not going to be found, that's all.
Hey, how about some service, mister?
A couple of hamburgers to start with.
Hold on, young fella. I got a rush order here for 30 hot chocolates and 60 ham sandwiches.
These men hunting for Roger Miles are going to be fed.
Hey, um, hey, tell me, Al, where you going to search?
Well, I've been thinking of heading out toward 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 license?
I wasn't looking.
You wasn't looking?
You got an echo in here, friend.
What kind of a guy are you, anyway?
Guy who minds his own business.
This happens to be everybody's business.
You know what's been going on around here?
No, but I got an idea you're about to tell me.
Now look, pal, I'm...
Well, here comes the anewn bus for Billings, Nick.
Yeah, I see that.
He'll really be busy when they come piling in here.
Nah, that bus only stops to pick up passengers.
Hey, there's your bulletin on the radio.
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 Miles
in an abandoned sheep wagon on a branch of the Powder River.
Police say there are indications Miles fought desperately for his life
and revealed his assailants escaped west in Miles' car.
Carlton Sturgis, a local rancher, says that a young veteran by the name of Sid Latch
has been running sheep in that vicinity.
Latch, Sturgis said, has a Montana sheepdog called Bo.
There are also indications...
Hey, how about some service here?
Do I have to wait all day for a couple of your lousy sandwiches?
Quiet down there.
My eye. I want to eat and 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 Bo, a girl named Iris, and a man known as Sid Latch.
The only thing the police can be sure of is a dog called Bo who will respond quickly to his name.
Remember that, ladies and gentlemen.
A blue convertible and a black and white dog called Bo.
The whole nation awaits the apprehension of these criminals.
We now return you to Joe...
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 and it's California.
There's nobody inside. Only a black and white dog.
Well, that's 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, too.
Oh, we're finished, Sid. 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.
Sure is named Bo.
Can you give me our pay when I call this?
Okay, we'll wait for him here.
Well, they're not going to skip town on a guy.
You just made it, folks.
Yeah.
Why do people always wait till the last minute?
Got your tickets?
We didn't have time. Two of the billings.
Take it out of this tent.
The company doesn't put up ticket offices just for scenery.
All right, there's a chance.
Why is the crowd around that car back there? I wonder what it was.
Oh, just a dog. Probably threw a fit. Dogs do anything for attention.
Sid.
Yeah?
Will we go to the sheriff in Billings?
That's right.
I saw a mob 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 and then...
Stop it. Stop it.
What are you talking like that for?
Knowledge Bo is 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 should 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.
Now, we'll wait in 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 Bo, 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.
The 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 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 on the road long?
Maybe we have.
Think you might stay a few days?
I think we might.
Come from Sheridan Way?
What if we have?
You don't talk a lot, do you?
Well, people seem to do my talking for me.
So the woman is your wife, eh?
You ought to know quite a lot.
Nothing personal, I just got a habit on the register.
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
That's all right. I'll fix it.
Phil Wolf, eh?
That's what it says. Phil Wolf.
Okay, I'll just add, uh, and wife.
Thanks.
First one over here. Just a few steps.
All right. Come on, honey.
Nice room. 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.
Uh-oh. Wait a minute.
This one won't do.
You don't want 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.
Well, we're a little tired, so if you don't mind...
Just a minute.
There ought to be time for that news broadcast.
...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.
And there, for some nebulous motive, possibly back blackmail,
but more likely for the mere thrill of the deed, the two participated in his murder.
Police state that the pair abandoned Miles' car and shared it in this afternoon.
The dog called Bo alluded 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.
Er, yes, Iris Johnson. She's a hard, cool character.
Regular tigers.
Why do you say that? Do you know her?
No, ma'am, that's just the way I got it figured.
This Miles fella probably played her for a sucker.
When she found it out, she hated him enough to want to see him dead.
So first she latched on to this fella, this Sid Latch.
Heh heh heh. Yeah, she latched on to Latch.
And, uh, what do you figure he's like, this, uh, 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 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, mister Wolf.
I've seen a lot of ordinary people.
They can sure hate hard when they want to.
And what do you suppose happened next?
Well, we know that Miles died from a blow in the back of the head.
The girl probably crept up on him with this broken end of a bottle they found.
But before she could use it, Latch gets a stangle-hole on Miles
and pounds 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.
Heh heh heh. 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.
Who's Ed Jacobs?
Why, that's me, son.
Guess I should have introduced myself.
Oh, well, I wish you luck, Mr. Jacobs.
Thanks.
All I got to do is keep a sharp watch for a little dog named Bo.
I suppose it's lucky for us that we don't own a dog.
That's right.
The only thing that got to go on is that dog.
Another two or a dime a dozen.
A man could look at you two kids and say you were just what they wanted.
But he'd be wrong, Mr. Jacobs.
Sure. Sure, I know that, son.
Now, we're just a little tired, Mr. Jacobs.
I'll leave you be, Mr. Wolf.
Go yourselves while you stay.
If you meet anybody on the street, just break right out and say howdy.
That's the kind of folks we are around here.
Except when we run up against murderers.
We're not quite so friendly then.
Not quite.
Do you think he suspects anything?
I don't know.
You can't tell with a windbag.
They go round and round.
I don't know.
In tonight's full hour of suspense, Howard Culver stars as Sid in The Search by Grace Arminson.
Tonight's study in suspense.
In just a moment, we will return with Act Two of Suspense.
This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.
What's over here, Mac?
You won't find anything in that alley except your messy cat.
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 doorknob.
It turned under my hand.
I pushed inside and I shut the door quickly, listening in the darkness to Mac's feet come and slowly toward us.
He was nearing us, trying all the doorknobs as he came.
I put 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.
Mac rammed his weight against the door to test it.
I bunched up every muscle in the body and pressed back.
No luck on this one.
It's been nailed up.
Hey, buddy.
I'd have sworn this was a cup of tea.
He's gone.
Oh, babe.
Babe, where are you?
Babe from what?
Hello.
Who are you?
Who are you is more than a point.
Wait a minute now.
Get some light in here.
See who I'm talking to.
Yeah, spread it.
Boy, a girl and a dog.
We thought this was a restaurant.
Yeah.
You in the habit of coming into restaurants by the back door?
Yeah.
That's the way we do it.
Let's see.
Well, this is Copper Pete's Bar and I'm Copper Pete.
Now, who are you?
Mr. and Mrs. Phil Wolf.
Howdy.
Hello.
Your dog looks hungry.
He could be.
I think I got a box of phased cereal here someplace.
Let's see.
There, here it is.
Radio says it's only cereal with double flavor.
I'll fix it up for you, dog.
Here.
Thanks.
Oh, not at all.
Not at all.
You two listen to the radio very much?
No, we don't.
Too bad.
Lots of interesting things come over there.
Such as what?
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.
That ain't what it used to be.
Time was in this country when a man could get out of the way.
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's all over these days, just like the law.
Me?
I'm for the Wildcat.
There used to be a Wildcat of myself.
Company beat me out.
Ain't no day for Wildcatters anymore.
Radio beats them out.
You two hunting in the space for the night?
Yeah.
We are.
Yeah.
Tell you what.
Take the same door out, you come in.
Down to the end of the alley, there's a flight of back steps.
Try them.
Ask for Edie.
Edie's a Wildcatter from way back.
You'll get a room there.
You see, the town's full up on account of this guy what got erased.
Milesome.
Never heard of him.
No, of course you ain't.
That's because 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.
It was only a miracle 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.
Quite 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...
I wish I knew if I could trust you.
No way of knowing something.
You just have to take a chance.
All right, Pete.
I think I will.
Yeah?
Evening.
Copper Pete told us to come up here.
Come on in.
Just the two of you?
That's right, and the dog's with us.
That's 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?
How do you do?
So you two are on the lam, huh?
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... 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 mops.
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 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, I will.
Thanks again.
I locked the door behind us and threw Bo into 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 Bo in a corner and went to the opposite side of the room.
Then I began calling him to me.
Come here, Bo.
What are you doing?
Giving Bo a lesson.
Taking his name away from him.
Come on, Bo.
Oh, do you have to?
Yes, I have to.
Come here, Bo.
Bo, you've got to learn this if it's the last thing we both do.
Come here, Bo.
It went on for half an hour.
Me calling his name and Bo coming over to be cuffed.
At last the lesson dawned on him.
When I called him after that, he just sat there looking at me and not moving.
So Bo had lost his color and his name.
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.
We'll be 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?
No, that was a lie.
You never get used to it, Iris.
Never.
I want to tell you something, Sid.
If you don't believe me, I won't blame you.
I can't expect you to.
Not a girl like me.
All right.
Tell me.
I want to tell you, Sid, that I love you.
Iris, when this is all over and we're both free again, will you marry me?
Oh, Sid.
Oh, don't cry, Iris.
Oh, Sid.
It's not because I'm unhappy.
Oh, Sid, darling.
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?
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.
Don't worry about it, Iris.
I am sure.
We were awake at dawn.
We scribbled a note of thanks to that great lady, Edie.
I pinned a $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'll 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 to thank her.
Well, maybe we will, Iris.
Someday.
All right, then.
You go first.
Right.
I'll see you in a few minutes.
Bo and I tramp toward the freight guards.
Every once in a while, I look back over my shoulder to see Iris coming slowly far behind us.
Produce truck rumbled down the alley ahead of us.
Then a paperboy 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.
Then my heart jumped up into my mouth at what I saw.
The paperboy had seen any mist.
Paper, mister?
Not today.
Come on, be a big shot.
All right, here.
A 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.
Can't you?
But that ain't no red dog.
That's a black and white dog.
The truck driver was staring and now he began moving toward us.
I turned in sudden panic and began to run.
Bo's streaking along at my side.
As I got near Iris, her white face staring at us in bewilderment,
I motioned for her to turn and run too.
We clattered down the alley, doubled around the block to copper beats,
burst 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
and freedom was as far away from us as ever.
Well, again you free.
See, you didn't make it.
Some kid recognized Bo.
Yeah, that's the way it is with kids.
Nothing gets by them.
Well, I guess there's nothing else to do.
Iris.
What's it?
We'll have to take our chances with the mob.
We'll give ourselves up.
Oh, no, Sid, no.
They'll kill us.
You still got a chance.
It's your last one.
What's that?
Well, there's a drug store 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 alive, 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 drug store opened,
and I moved in out of the rain.
First customer of the day.
The drugist looked at me sharp like.
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...
You have to know why?
I'm afraid so. It's the law.
The law.
That's right.
Right.
I want to get rid of...
rid of an animal.
What kind of an animal?
A rat. A big rat.
Well, you don't bait rats with chloroform.
I thought there was something funny.
What do you use?
Simple. What you're after is rat poison.
Yeah.
I guess that'll do it.
Believe me, son. It'll do it all right.
Did you get it, son?
Yeah.
Well, sooner the better.
Maybe you want me to do it for you, huh?
No, no. No, I'll do it.
Rat poison, huh?
Well, that's good and strong.
Want some ground meat to mix it with?
No.
Okay. 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 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.
While you figure this out, son,
we might as well see what's going on in the world.
Great little invention here. Radio.
And 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 when 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 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 to...
Why'd you turn it off? They were about to kill us.
How much point in hearing it? The police will be here any minute.
The police?
Yeah. When you went over to the drugstore, I excused myself from his iris,
went upstairs and called them.
And I took my chance on trusting you.
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.
But 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, we looked through your things.
Now, you, son, you're carrying a ward 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 ward of seven grand
and a little bottle that's marked danger, poison.
Ain't you?
Iris.
Said the man's raving. He's afraid of you.
They claim Miles had a roll on him, maybe several thousand dollars,
but they couldn't find him.
I tell you, this man is insane. They're dying.
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.
But I love you. You know I do.
Stop it. Stop it.
Did you kill him? Did you?
How can you ask me that? How could I kill him?
He was taking me away, away from that horrible town he said he married.
You already knew he was married.
He loved me. He said he did. Why should I kill him?
You're lying, lying.
He 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?
Sis, 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 constable.
Well, Iris...
Okay.
So now you know.
Just a minute. I'm coming.
Pete. Yeah?
Pete, if you don't mind...
What is it, sis?
I'd rather go out to them.
All right, sis. Whatever you like.
Goodbye, Sid.
Thanks for the buggy ride.
It was nice...
being married to you...
for a while.
Like a drink, son?
No.
What are you going to do now?
Take my dog and go home...
round up my flock...
and go back to work.
Yeah.
You got to forget her, boy.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah.
I know.
Oh, women.
I tell you, son...
women make the best dark-gone wildcatters of us all.
The Search by Grace Amundsen
Our thanks to Howard Culver, who played Sid,
and to Sandra Gere as Iris for their excellent performances.
The Search by Grace Amundsen was produced and directed by Anton M. Leder.
Lud Gluskin is our musical conductor and director.
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