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Oh, good evening.

I don't know what this means.

They won't tell me why I've been arrested.

They keep saying, your turn will come.

I don't like the sound of it.

But officers, I didn't do a thing.

Okay, you. It's your turn now.

I understand your category as television commercials.

Oh, then I wasn't arrested.

Don't be absurd.

Now for your first question.

We shall play the soundtrack from a well -known commercial.

After hearing the sound, tell us what the person in the commercial has just

eaten, drunk, smoked, used, or driven in.

Hmm.

Is that all?

May I hear it again, please?

Very well.

I have it.

The answer is...

There's a police car.

Mm -hmm.

Don't worry, we couldn't be more legal if we got out and walked.

We're doing exactly 50.

I guess you're right.

Not that we can afford to be wrong.

They must expect us to pass them. Are you going to?

No reason why we shouldn't.

They're going exactly 48 miles an hour.

If we don't pass them now, we'll have to follow them all the way to

Robertsville.

How far is that?

About ten miles.

Well, here goes.

We're still legal, aren't we?

At 50 miles an hour, legal as lemonade.

They can't be after us.

Well, can they?

Well, they probably got a radio call.

We'll soon find out.

That was deliberate.

Harry! Hurry down.

Long way from home, aren't you, mister?

You, uh, going somewhere special in a hurry?

I thought for a minute I was going to the morgue.

What did you do that for?

Well, you were driving kind of crazy like.

Let me have your license and your registration.

Now wait just a minute.

I asked you a question I was entitled to ask. Why did you force me off the road

like that?

Just one more time, mister. Your license and your registration.

Come on, come on. I ain't got all day.

Harry, please do as he says.

Well, move it along, mister. What's the matter? You got something to hide?

Henry Sanford Adams.

Tell me, Mr. Adams, what is the speed limit back in New York where you come

from?

It's 50 miles an hour on most state roads.

When it varies, the information is posted. The point is, I wasn't breaking

law here.

That's all.

Very interesting.

You, uh...

Trying to make up the rules for us country folks?

No, sir, I'm not. I haven't suggested I'm trying.

Then, uh, suppose you tell me what you think the speed limit is around here.

50 miles an hour.

Mister, you're so right.

Now, you let me tell you that you was doing 57 miles an hour when you passed

on that road back there.

Well, of course, but I had no choice. Now, just a minute, just a minute. Let's

get first things straight.

It don't look right for a man, uh, Pass a police car passing the law allows.

Right bold as brass, just like you was holding your thumb up to your nose.

Well, that's not true.

It's not?

No.

I had to speed up to pass you, but I wasn't traveling over the speed limit

you blew that siren.

I couldn't believe it was meant for me.

Well, I'm not just going to answer them remarks at all. You just get that car

started up and follow us into town. Officer.

Please, we don't want to quarrel with you.

But we were driving so carefully.

And we were safely within the speed limit when you stopped us.

Ma 'am, there's no one talking to you.

Absolutely no one at all.

Now, out here, the ladies let the menfolk say what has to be said.

Nobody talking to you at all.

Look, I don't care if you've got six passes. Get in there and do as you're

Start up that car. Follow us into town.

How can I start the car? I don't have the keys.

Well, you got them now.

Come on, Aaron.

Well, I guess we've had it.

Looks like you got yourself in quite a mess, mister.

What are we going to do, Harry? Can you fix it?

I'll have to put the spare on.

Take the wheel off.

Possibly the officer will help me.

You being cute.

That wheel is gone. The baron is shot. You won't be able to put on no spare.

You'll have to let me and my partner ride you to town.

You and your partner?

Look, don't you think you've done enough forcing me off the road?

Oh, this is nice.

This is just anti.

This is where the balloon goes up, mister.

Are you trying to say that we forced you off this road illegally?

Harry, please.

We have to be on our way.

Let's not make things any worse.

Say it, mister. Say it now. What are the charges?

All right, I'm not making any charges.

I do say that grease cap looks just fine to me, and I don't think the bearing is

useless. I can put on the spare, and I intend to do just that.

Hold it, bright boy.

I tell you now, for the last time, that car is a hazard on the road. The bearing

is gone. It'll have to be towed in a town.

And I say that isn't true.

What's more, you know it isn't true.

Harry, please.

Can't you see what he's trying to make you do?

Uh... Come on, now. Come on.

Well,

looks like you folks are in luck. Just the man you need, Mr. Charlie Brown.

In luck, huh?

Huh, Charlie?

Howdy.

Looks like you're having a little trouble.

Anything I can do to help you folks?

Well, I was just telling them, Charlie, how lucky they were that you come along

right now.

See, they need a towing job real bad. Isn't that right?

Let's let him decide, Chuck. Patrol car number six.

Proceed to Kingston Road at Route 14.

Ashley's Shopping Center.

Repeating. Patrol car number six.

Proceed to Kingston Road at Route 14.

Ashley's Shopping Center. The police radio on the truck?

Isn't that illegal?

Or is that just another one of the little services you people afford?

Hold it, mister.

You don't go no further.

Charlie, I think you ought to take a look at that right front wheel. He done

real sweet job.

Mm -mm -mm.

You can put the spare on, can't you?

The spare?

Charlie, I told the man that the Baron was ruined.

But, you see, he wants to hear it official -like. He's a real big brain

York. Well, that Baron shot, there ain't nothing much you can do about it.

I'm sorry about you folks' bad luck, but I'm afraid I'll just have to tow you

back in town.

Uh -huh. How much will that cost?

Cost?

Well, now, that is a consideration, ain't it?

Like I say, I hate to see you folks having any bad luck.

How much?

He's the impatient type, Charlie. Very impatient.

Give the man a price.

Well, to begin with, there's the towing charge. Now, that's a standard thing.

That's $5 a mile.

You're lucky there, because it's only nine miles back to town.

What I mean to say is it could have been worse.

I'll only charge you about $5 for my trip out here, and then, oh, $10 for

baron. Give or take a few dollars. Shouldn't cost you more than $60.

You think I'm lucky.

Don't you?

I think you're a crook.

I think you're in business with him.

Say that again.

Harry. Harry, don't do what they want you to do. I asked you to repeat that,

mister. I asked you to say that again.

All right, I'll repeat it.

I think you're in business together.

You and this mechanized bandit you contacted by radio. Why shouldn't I say

Harry.

You see him try to resist a race.

I was here all the time, wasn't I?

I seen the whole thing.

What's that, the Liberty Bell?

Could be. Justice never sleeps in Robertsville, you know.

All right.

Afternoon, Pete. Howdy, Judge.

Well, only one defendant, Your Honor. This one.

A kind of a wild one, if I may say so, sir.

Real sharp fella from New York.

Your Honor, I'd like to... You'll have your chance to speak.

Yes, officer.

Subject, Henry Sampson Adams.

That's him, Your Honor.

Driving a 1958 convertible.

Beautiful job, Your Honor, till he cracked it up.

A subject exceeded state speed limit by seven miles per hour at a point ten

miles north of Robertsville town line on Route 7.

Subject was apprehended by officers Andrew T. Bleeker and Peter B. Chandler

after failing to heed the warning siren.

Subject then... Your Honor, may I say... Silence.

Go ahead, officer.

Subject damaged his vehicle through reckless handling of a car, after which

arresting officers transported subject and woman passenger to Robertsville for

appearance before Justice of Peace Gerard Anthony Stanton at approximately

p .m. June 10th and 19... Well, that's about it, Your Honor.

I see.

Well, that's too bad.

Nice new car, too.

It seems you could have saved yourself a pack of trouble, young man, if you'd

stopped when you first heard the siren. I didn't think that siren was for me,

Your Honor, because I was not breaking the law, no matter what he says.

Now, listen here, young man.

Besides which, we were forced off the road by that police car and then

victimized by a towing truck that suddenly and magically appeared.

At those prices, I could have had a battleship towed up a dry creek.

Silence.

You see what I mean, Your Honor? Smart boy.

Didn't I tell you that Baron was busted?

I didn't need that towing truck, Your Honor. I could have taken off that

wheel and put on the spare.

But I was prevented by this officer.

Did I or did I not tell you that that Baron was no good? Yes, you told me.

you told me. And your friend on the towing truck said the same thing because

that was what you wanted him to say.

The truth is you didn't take the wheel off to check, so neither of you could

have known.

Stop it! Will you please make him stop?

Officer Chandler?

Yes, sir.

I know you had extreme provocation, and I saw the threatening gesture made by

the defendant.

Even so, let him alone.

If he has any formal charges to register, I feel now's the time for

While we're in the mood for hearing them.

Any more charges, sir?

I don't suppose it'd help much. Why should I bother?

I suspect it's time to get on to business, Mr. Adams.

First of all, you're charged with driving a motor vehicle 57 miles an hour

50 -mile zone.

How do you plead?

As I've been trying to explain, Your Honor, I was obliged to speed up in

to pass the police car which was blocking the road.

I'm sure I did so justifiably and under extenuating circumstances.

Mr. Adams, how do you plead?

Under the circumstances I've outlined, I plead not guilty.

I see.

Well, you're perfectly in your rights, Mr. Adams.

In that case, a hearing will be held in this courtroom Friday morning at 10 o

'clock.

But, Your Honor... I'm sure you heard me correctly.

Officer Chandler, you will be here at that time with Officer Blinker.

Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Adams, you will kindly post a bail bond of $100 to be held by this

court pending your appearance.

If you're prepared to post this bond at this time, you're free to go until

Friday at 10.

That's impossible, Your Honor.

I'll be 700 or 800 miles away from here by then.

Oh, will you?

Not without posting your bail bond, Mr. Adams.

No, indeed.

I guarantee you'll be right here with us in our modern, comfortable jail.

But why can't I get a hearing now?

All contested traffic cases are heard Friday morning at 10 o 'clock.

Reconsidering, and from a more practical point of view, how would you choose to

plead?

Well,

I guess I plead guilty.

This is not a guessing game, Mr. Adams.

How do you plead?

Guilty.

Well, I would say that makes more sense and is more in keeping with our

tradition here.

As a matter of fact, our excellent officers who patrol this section are not

often contradicted.

Now, let me see.

Naturally, I fine you $5 a mile for every mile above the speed limit to

you have confessed.

That would be exactly $35.

Oh, one moment, Mr. Adams.

Because of your failure to stop instantly when you heard the arresting

siren, and because of the insolence and lack of cooperation you've shown here,

I'm assessing you double court costs.

That will be $60 .50, in addition to the $35 for speeding.

You may pay the court.

$60 .50 for what court costs?

I can triple them, Mr. Adams, if it will help your understanding.

Yes, I guess you could.

You're getting smart again, Your Honor.

Harry.

Harry, please pay the money. Let's get away from here.

Heavenly, 80, 90, 95, and 50 cents.

I trust you've learned your lesson, young man.

I have indeed, Your Honor.

It's been a liberal education in more ways than one.

May we go?

Oh, by all means, Mr. Adams.

I'll give you folks a little lift over to Chalice Place.

No, thanks.

The condemned man always walks the last mile.

That's very good.

You're the witted type, aren't you?

Sure I am.

I laugh till it hurts.

Right now it hurts all over.

Hey, uh, all in all, you, uh, you fellas must have had a pretty good day, huh?

How's that?

Well, I understand that under the local setup, the justice and the police are

entitled to keep half the fines. Isn't that right?

Mister? You're so right.

You're so exactly right.

You come back again and see us sometime, yeah?

Let's go, Anton.

All gassed up and ready to go for you folks.

Do you have the bill?

The bill?

Yeah, I got it right here.

I'm glad to get this thing finished and send you nice folks on your way.

Now, like I told you, it was $5 for me coming out there to get you nice folks.

Then there was the towing charge of $45.

Now, I'm only going to charge you $10 for that Baron.

Well, it's a big, heavy car, so naturally it takes a big Baron.

It's natural.

I mean, it ain't like replacing just a little old piece of buckshot.

No, I guess not.

Now, there's my labor. I'm only charging you $10 for that, and the gas and oil,

and, well, the whole thing comes to $75 .40.

Let's just call it $75 even. No sense in anybody being a hog.

This is yours.

Thanks.

50, 60, 70, 5.

And, uh, 40 cents, you said?

Like I said, neighbor, let's just forget the 40 cents. Oh, no, Charlie, we don't

want to forget the 40 cents.

Anything else I can do for you nice folks?

No, I don't think so, Charlie. You've been real sweet.

Tell me, uh, when are you going to call up Pete and his partner on that radio

hookup you got in the truck out there?

Can't say as I know what you're getting at, friend.

Well, I thought if you called them up, they might bring that larcenous old

windbag of a justice on down with them.

And the four of you can sit down and cut up the loot.

Can't say I like your attitude.

I don't like it at all.

Watch him, Harry.

Now why don't you get on back in your car and get out of my garage.

Go on before Pete gets back here.

Harry, let's go.

Please.

Charming community, wasn't it?

One in a million.

Well, I guess we've had enough, don't you think?

More than enough.

You better check and make sure you've got everything.

I've seen minor bits of larceny, but never in the three years I've been with

Highway Commission have I seen anything like this.

Well, it's an isolated case.

I don't think they'd believe us back at the Statehouse, though, if we didn't

have it all on tape.

Long way from home, aren't you, mister?

You going somewhere special in a hurry?

Oh, I'm glad you came.

I'm very worried.

Things didn't go all well.

They liked my first answer.

But after that, I'm afraid I said some nasty things about commercials.

It seemed to infuriate the gentleman asking the questions.

I'm still not sure who he is. Quiet.

Okay, it's your turn now.

Did you ever have the feeling you'd been here before?

It's very close in here. May I open a window?

What's going on here, and why can't I see you?

Here I am.

Look.

The sponsor.

What's that?

I smell gas.

Quiet.

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