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- You tired?
- Yeah.

- Michael?
- He's restless tonight.

I was a little too tough
with him this evening.

And I scolded him for
coming up from the beach

with sand in his shoes.

It isn't fair, he's still a baby.

- He's up.

Hey Dad, help me!

- 261 North Ocean Road.

- How long there?
- Five years.

- Rent or own?
- Rent.

- Occupation?
- Minister.

- Minister, all right Reverend,

I'll read you the homicide report

as you gave it to Patrolman Kirby.

- Homicide?

That's what it's called
when you kill somebody.

Maybe our dad?

Gave him the black
cloth the kid used a mask.

Says it came from his tailor's
shop, lining from a suit.

He wants the personal effects.

After the inquest.

Oh, give him a claim form.
- Right.

- Reverend David Collins.

You do a program on television?

- Tuesdays, from 9:00 to 9:30.

- Yeah, my wife's one of your fans.

- Who is that man?

- Don't let it bother you.
- Who is he?

Wait outside in the hall.

A couple of things i
wanna talk to you about.

That was the father.

The father, of the boy I-

- The father of the burglar you killed.

Now let's get through with this.

"Statement given by David Collins."

Reverend David Collins, okay?

- Oh, what is his name?

I want to talk with him.

- Who?
- The father.

Simmons, what do you
wanna talk to him about?

Well what, you'll tell him you're sorry?

All right, here's his name and address.

It's a tailor shop.

- Is there a mother?

- No, just the two of them.

"Mrs. Collins and I were in my study

when we heard a sound in the
room of our son, Michael.

Mrs. Collins went to his room and,"

what did the doctor say about her eyes?

- The rope scratched them badly,

but he doesn't believe
there'll be permanent damage.

It was a rough kid,
that Frankie Simmons.

"Mrs. Collins went to his
room and found him asleep."

- Hold it, sir.
- Yeah, here is.

He's coming down here.
- Yeah, here he is.

- Reverend.
- How about a story, Reverend?

- Boys, boys, boys, this is a tragedy.

Don't make a circus out of it.

- Sorry Reverend, but this is news.

If John Doe killed a prowler,

it'd be a couple of inches among the ads.

But when a minister does the same thing-

- Don't say I killed him.

- All right sir, self-defense.

- No, I'm not looking for an excuse.

- Do you always pitch like that, Reverend?

- Of course not.
- You sure?

Don't you do a lot of
coaching with a kid teams

over on the other side of the bay?

- Yeah, and the Monument Boxing tourney.

That's your baby, isn't it, sir?

This Frankie Simmons, Reverend,
did you ever work on him?

Did he ever fight in
any of your divisions?

- No, I wish he had been one of the bunch.

Do you think
he'd be alive today?

Now listen to me, I wanna
make several things very clear.

I'm not a hero, I don't feel like a hero,

and I don't want you to make one of me.

I've taken a life.

- But it isn't the same thing, Reverend.

You've killed a burglar,
nobody's gonna blame you.

- Please fellas, no more.

- All right, Reverend.

Come on fellas, let's go inside.

Maybe we can have a story in here.

What is there that we
two can say to each other?

Won't you talk to me?

For your sake and mine,
can't we talk about it?

I didn't hate your son, Mr. Simmons.

It, it was a thing that happened.

- All right Simmons, come on in.

- Hey, it's him.

Hello Reverend, did he hurt you?

How's Mike?

My dad said you sure took
care of that burglar.

Come on.
- Good morning, Reverend.

- Good morning, Reverend.
- Good morning, Reverend.

- Did he make it to the window, Mike?

Where was he when your dad dropped him?

- Right over here.

He was so big, he was
almost up to the ceiling,

and he was all hairy.

And I could see his eyes-

Climb down sonny, the air
up there is getting you dizzy.

Just give it to us the way it happened.

- He told me the whole thing.

I could sort of repeat it for him.

Maybe you were just screaming
with your eyes shut tight.

Didn't see anything.
- I did too.

- Where was the Reverend?

- Right over there.

Dad came busting in. Hi Dad.

I'm gonna be on television.

Excuse me Reverend,
but you made a booboo.

You should have called us

before you went down to headquarters.

Now we've lost that phase of the story.

- This is Wilber Fletcher.

He reports the news over K-GTK.

Ronnie Fletcher's father,
Ronnie's in my class.

- Yes, I know Mr. Fletcher.

I just had a bad time
done at headquarters.

The father came in to identify his son.

- Oh, what a story.

Why didn't you call us?

- Could you use a couple of riddles?

I know about a million.

What's the most important
use for cow hide?

Answer, to hold the cow
together.

- Would you take him out of here, please?

- Oh no, we need him.

There'll be no pictures
and no interview.

- Oh Reverend, you're a showman.

You know the value of this stuff.

Is that what i am in
your mind, a showman?

- All right, so I'm wrong again.

What does it matter who's wrong?

So long as we give the
public what it wants.

- Dad, did they try to arrest you?

- I won't be arrested, Michael.

Now take him out, please?

- Come along Mike, come on.

I got the greatest
father in the whole world.

Boy, I bet if he had a gun,

he could clean up the whole West.

Reverend, my deadline.

These films have to be processed.

You know what's the matter with that guy?

He's a fanatic.

- Here darling, I'll do that.

- Michael's completely out of control.

He feels covered with glory.

- How do you feel?

- Oh, it isn't the pain.

It's, it's just, and the other things.

- Here, darling.

What other things?

- We shouldn't talk about it, it's over.

- That's right, it's over.

- Yet when I, I try to go to sleep,

that's all I can see, is that
shadow bending over Michael,

and that face coming at me.

- The face is gone, don't think about it.

Reverend Collins.

Oh hello, yes, of course I remembered.

Tell him I'm sorry I was delayed.

Yes I, I'm leaving immediately.

Thank you.

That was the Bishop's secretary.

I was to have been there half an hour ago.

David, what happened
at the police station?

What do they do about these things?

- Oh, that was no problem.

- What color is that?
- Blue.

- For the Bishop? A white one, please.

How can you tell what I'm
doing, can you see anything?

- Darling, after all these years, I,

I know your sound patterns.

"Parson Slays Prowler�,
this is today's headline,

but there is more behind it
than the story of a young thief

who met death at the hands
of the man he sought to rob.

The parson in the incident is K-GTK's

own Reverend David Collins,
well-known for his unique talks

over this same channel
every Tuesday evening

from 9:00 to 9:30.

Two fathers, one is
the man who has steered

a lot of pretty bad kids
off the crooked path,

with boxing, basketball, and baseball.

- Michael, turn it off.
- Isn't it ironic-

- Oh, Mom.
- Michael.

- It's Ronnie Fletcher's father, Mom.

The way to clean living,

should have laid one of them
low, in ignominious death.

Two sons, one with a long
record of petty theft,

vandalism, and reform school,

just recently escaped from
the sheriff's Honor Farm.

A harbor policeman who recognized
and tried to arrest him

suffered a stab wound in the upper arm.

And now look at the son of the minister

who so often asked for
charity and understanding

of these wayward boys from
the wrong side of the bay.

Here is a product of a good home,

of gentle care,

of parental love.

Was Frankie Simmons so loved?

Was Frankie given the same consideration,

the same upbringing,

And then the program director,
you should have heard him

when I told him that the Bishop

wants me to take a
sabbatical from television.

Darling, I wish you'd
try to get some sleep.

- The Bishop is right.

What would I look like?

What lesson would I be teaching
if I sat before that camera

preaching goodness and
mercy, while with my hands?

- I can't sleep.

You put a nightlight in
my room, but it's no good.

It gets dark when I close my eyes.

Oh, would you like to bed
down somewhere else, Michael?

How about the couch in
the living room, huh?

- I tried that, and that's no good too.

I know what I would like.

So do I.

Okay, hop in, there.

- I'm a rejected mother.

- Be glad it's my turn to be kicked

black and blue before morning.

Happy?
- Yep.

- Said your prayers?
- Yep.

You always told me to pray for others.

- Right.
- Not for myself.

- Right.
- Well, that's not so good.

- It isn't, why not?

Well, if I keep
praying for other people,

how can I ever get anything?

- Now wait a minute-

- Well anyway, so I worked out a deal

with Ronnie Fletcher and Bobby Miller.

They tell me what they want
and I pray for them to get it,

and I tell them what I
want and they pray for me.

Of course, it has to be two for one,

'cause my dad's a minister
and has keen connections.

But this time we all prayed for me,

'cause this is very, very important.

- How do I turn him off?

Doesn't he have a button or something?

Dad, are you practically the
strongest man in the world?

Well, there may be some
who think they're stronger.

- Mm, one or two.

But I bet they're not heroes.

Michael, I don't want
to hear you say that.

Anyway, that's what we
prayed for, to be like you.

'Cause if I was like
you, I'd never be scared.

All right, come on
Michael, go to sleep, huh?

Because the sooner you go to sleep,

the sooner there'll be
another day, and another day,

and after a while, everybody will forget

about this whole bad business,

and we'll be just like we were before.

Except we'll be older and wiser.

But the important thing now, Michael,

is to forget, fall
asleep, can you do that?

Forget, feel safe, go to sleep.

I haven't kissed him all
day, he's always so busy.

- Newspaper guys, nosy bodies.

Everybody with nothing to do
asks, "Where's the tailor?"

Well, I don't know where
the tailor is, now beat it.

- I want my suit.
- Get out.

- I'll bring a cop in here.

- You get out and stay out.

What do you want?

Do you have any idea when
Mr. Simmons may be back?

I don't get any ideas, all
I get around here is trouble.

If he don't show up, I'm
stuck for three months' rent.

And believe me, I'm gonna
sell every lousy suit

in this joint till I make it back.

Well, what makes you
think he won't return?

- What are you so worried about?

He owe you money?

Get lost, I hate collectors.

- I'm not a bill collector.

I have a past association
with Mr. Simmons.

I wanted to talk to him.

- I've seen you some place before.

I know that face, you ever been in jail?

- No.
- You wanna buy me a drink?

- Get out

What do you want outta my life?

I came here to talk to
Mr. Simmons about his son.

- I'll talk to you about Frankie.

He robbed me a dozen
times, that dirty crook,

from my house, from my
pocketbook, a dozen times.

To old man Simmons, he's always okay.

You wanna know what that kid
really was? A born murderer.

But you just try to tell
that to old man Simmons.

Hey, I'll bet you're from
the insurance company.

I'll bet there's a
policy on that kid, sure.

Haven't you any idea
where i can find him?

Did he pack? Did he have
a suitcase that's missing?

- I've seen you some place, now,

now where do I know you from?

Hey.

When Mr. Simmons comes
back, please tell him

I still wanna speak with him.

- Hey you guys, help me move this thing.

Boy, would I ever get licked
if I fell into that water.

- Oh, who's afraid?
- Me.

- I ain't going across.
- Me neither.

- Scared?
- Okay, you go across.

You were told not to, just the same as me.

- They know kids never remember.

I don't get asked if I
remembered, I just get a licking.

- A bunch of old stuff, anyway.

Let's play rocket to the moon.

- No, let's play burglar, I'll be my dad.

- That's all you wanna play is burglar.

I wanna play television.

- Look, your dad only talks on television.

My dad killed a burglar.

I'll play burglar if
I can be your father.

How can you be my father?
You weren't even there.

- But I saw you play it.

I haven't been anybody today.

You can be a pilot
for rocket to the moon.

- Burglar.
- Television.

- I wanna be a pilot.

- Burglar.
- Pilot.

- Next time I do any praying for them.

Okay you pirates, I know
you're waiting aboard.

Climbed to the crow's nest, have you?

You won't escape Captain Collins.

Ahoy mates, ship's lights
off the starboard bow.

Boy.

Skunky, hey Skunky.

I bet we could get this old boat moving.

If we get a long enough rope and we tie it

to that paddle wheel, I bet
we could get it to turn.

Skunky, I.

- Hello Mike.

- Hello, I, I was just leaving.

- Hey kid, come down off of there.

Can't you read signs? Come on down.

Come down off of there.

For these wonderful gifts,
which we are about to receive,

I give thanks to the Lord, Amen.

That's what I like about
working in a minister's family.

Everybody's so religious.

- You shouldn't be cooking and cleaning

and waiting on all of us.

You were hired as a nurse.

- Listen, you know what everybody says

when I tell them whose house I'm in?

"Gee, you get interesting jobs," they say.

"Give us bulletins on
everything that happens.�

That's what this is,
it's an interesting job.

- You bet, I almost got murdered today.

- And do you give them bulletins?

- Oh, you're kidding.

- What did you say, Michael?

- I never talk about my patients,

that's part of how they train us.

What should I gossip about?

About how you feel on account
of that Simmons kid? Not me.

- His father was gonna kill me today.

- But you do talk about it.

So, and we talk about
other things, like-

Please, won't you let
Michael have a turn to speak?

- Could I please have some more butter?

You said something about
his father, whose father?

- The burglar's.
- What about him?

- He was gonna kill me today.

He was gonna get his revenge.

- David I, I can't see his face.

Is he teasing?
- No, honest.

- Honest imagination, Michael.

No really, he came at me with
his long teeth sticking out.

- Long, how long were his teeth?

- About like this.

- I've seen Mr. Simmons, and his teeth

are very small and regular,

and you don't even know
what he looks like.

- I do too.

Didn't I see him on television
and then in the newspapers?

And when he tried to kill me today,

his eyes were all red and scary.

Michael, you're
upsetting your mother now.

- But it happened.
- Where did it happen?

- At a place you told me not to play.

- Where was that?
- The old wharf.

- After you were told, Michael-

- David please, one at a time.

Mr. Simmons was gonna push
me into the paddle wheel.

- What?

- Maybe he was only gonna duel with me,

but his eyes were all red,

and he had long hair and long teeth.

Oh, he was plotting to
kill me, I could tell.

- But you fought him off.

- Mm-mm, the watchman chased us away.

Michael, isn't this the evening
you're supposed to go over

and watch television at
Ronnie Fletcher's house?

- Skunky's.

- What?
- That's what we call him now.

- Skunky?
- Oh, he loves it.

What time is it?
- It's nearly 7:00.

Go get your jacket and I'll
walk you as far as the church.

- That's some kid.

Which one of you does he take after?

- David, where is that man?

- What man?
- The father.

Oh now Lisa, you don't,

I'll get it.

Hello, Reverend Collins.

Is everybody there already?

I'm sorry I, I'll be
right over, thank you.

Oh, what an
evening, from 7:00 till 10:00.

Well Bible class, men's forum,

rehearsal of your dramatics group.

- Oh, but you can skip that, can't you?

And not see Diana
McCluskey play Jezebel?

I wouldn't dream of it.

You're still worried about Michael?

- This bandage, not being able to see it.

Everything seems so exaggerated.

- I know, darling.

But try to think the way
you did before the bandage.

Michael was forbidden to play
on that wharf, but he did.

So his conscience bothered him.

And out of his feeling of
guilt, he started to imagine.

You know how that boy can imagine.

- David-
- Lisa, I,

I wanted to see Simmons.

I wanted to try again to
set myself right with him.

So I went down to his tailor
shop today, he wasn't there.

And the people I spoke to
think he's out of town.

He's gone away, so don't you see?

The whole thing comes right back

to Michael's vivid imagination.

Look darling, I've got
to run to the church now.

Michael? Michael, will
you stop talking about

Mr. Simmons and that whole episode?

Did you see what your
story did to your mother?

- No.

- Well, it shook her up very badly.

- Why?
- Because of what happened,

and the injury to her eyes,

and the strain of being unable to see.

Now help out, will you?

If you feel you must
tell stories like that,

tell them to me.

Please leave your mother out of it.

- Don't you care what happens to me?

- Well, of course I care.

Don't you ever doubt that
for one single moment.

Then why is it okay
to tell you and not Mom?

Oh I know, girls are different.

Well, if that settles
the matter, good enough.

Come on, let's go.

Now, come on.

Remember, one hour of television
or playing with Ronnie-

- Skunky.

- One hour with the Fletcher boy

and then straight home, huh?
- Okay.

And remember our agreement,
not to worry your mother.

- About Mr. Simmons? Okay.

But won't she be
surprised if I get killed?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Good evening, John.
- Good evening, Reverend.

- I'm sorry to be late.

- That's all right.
- That's all right.

You're all aware of
the thing that happened

in my house, and you're curious,

wondering what must it
be like to be a minister

and have a thing like that happen?

I owe you the answer to that question,

but I would rather not treat it

as a subject for group
discussion, it's much too soon.

- Sure.
- Okay.

- Thank you.

Ah, what's the topic for this evening?

I'm sorry Shep, but-

- Can fear destroy the body?
- Oh yes.

Let's go back over last Saturday's talk.

Now suppose fear crowds out faith.

Fear creates a vacuum,
sickness rushes into fill it,

and this kind of sickness spreads.

Remember that fear,

excuse me, gentlemen.

What is it, Michael?

- Promise you won't get mad?

- I promise, what's the matter?

You forget something?

- Well, I wanted to go down the street,

but there's that tree,
and it's so dark under it.

Somebody's there.
- Now Michael-

- You promised you wouldn't get mad.

- Now what's this about a tree?

- Somebody's there looking at me.

I'll bet it was Mr. Simmons.

- It was not.
- I'll go home.

Well, but what about
your date with Ronnie?

- Skunky?
- Yes.

- I'll see him tomorrow.

- Michael, I'll be right back.

Now there's no reason why you can't

keep your date with Skunky.

I wanna show you Michael, that by itself,

the dark is nothing to be afraid of.

It's only a place where there's no light.

It's what we think that makes us afraid.

Now come on, I'll show you.

- Look out Dad, he's gonna jump you.

- If he does, it's two to one.

- Well, you get him tired first.

I won't have to, everything
in there is exactly the same

as when you pass by in the daytime.

The only difference is,
in being unable to see it.

- But how know do you know?
- Watch.

- Dad, look out.
- See?

Satisfied?
- Okay.

- Now run along to Skunky's, go on.

And Mike, ask Mr. Fletcher
to drive you home.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

- That's all right, Shep.

- Something the matter with the bazaar?

I'm sure it'll be ready for Monday.

The real reason I came out,
I wanted to talk to you

about what happened the
other night at your house.

- Please Shep, not now.

What I wanted to say was,
the family got together

and had a big powwow, you know,

with my sister getting married next week,

that kind of thing.

Well, we want you to know, it
doesn't make any difference.

You're still our minister and
you're going to officiate.

- Thanks Shep.

Ah, can you handle the
forum for this session?

- It's kind of like fishing

before you know how to bait hooks.

Try Shep, I've got to
run home and get in my car.

Mr. Simmons, Mr. Simmons.

Are you in there, Simmons?

- Well, look who's back.

You wanna buy me a drink?

- Is Simmons here?

- Ah, who cares about him?

All he did was work, work, work, work.

- Someone claimed to have seen him today.

You know, I'll bet sometimes
he wished he was Frankie.

Who wants to work like a dog all the time?

Did you draw the shade? I
want to know if he's back.

- Come on, buy me me a drink.
- You've had enough.

Will you try to clear your mind

and understand what I'm saying
to you? It's very important.

Who are you to tell me
i got too much to drink?

What kind of a fresh remark is that?

I know how much i oughta drink.

What do you want around here?

Who gave you permission to
come snooping around here?

Hey everybody, look what I've got here.

It's the preacher, the
preacher that killed Frankie.

Got away with murder,
that's what he did, murder.

Broke the old man's heart.

There he is.

- He's in here somewhere.

- Hi Dad.

- I was just leaving Mike my dried frog.

- His name's Julius.

Oh, I thought the two of
you were over at your house.

- We got tossed out.

Mr. Fletcher said we were
making too much noise.

- I can believe it.

Inside youngster, to bed.

You better run on home now, Ronnie.

- What about Julius?
- Michael, to bed.

- Everything's too much noise at my house.

When I'm far away, maybe dead,

they'll wish I was around
to make any kinda noise.

- Uh, leaving us?

Yeah, I was giving him
to Mike to remember me.

- Well, you're very generous.

He must have been a
fine-looking frog in his prime.

His father ran
over Julius in the driveway.

- Oh, sit down, got plenty of time.

Ah, did you tell your
parents you were leaving?

- They won't even care.

Oh, but they will, and
so will your friends.

I don't know what the children's
choir will do without you.

- I sing rotten.

- You have a very unusual voice.

Michael, don't you think so?

- Anybody can get used to it.

- Oh, while you're sitting here,

why don't you take your knapsack off.

- You have to rest your shoulders

whenever you can on a long trip.

- Yeah, that's right.

See what's in this, huh?

- Some bananas and his rock collection.

I wish I had a banana.

- My father says he works hard all day

talking and listening, he can't stand kids

when he gets home.

Well, he told me he is got
the smartest kid in town,

I mean it.

- Ministers aren't allowed to tell lies.

- I wish I could live here with you.

Why can't I?

- Well, can I talk to you as man to man,

straight from the shoulder?

I already have a boy.

What would your father do
without any son at all?

That wouldn't be fair.

Were you planning to go some distance?

- South America.

- That's pretty far.

I just don't know what he'd do.

I hope for his sake you'll
be coming back very soon.

- Well, after he cries bit, maybe.

I'm hungry.

- Oh, better not eat your bananas.

Save them for an emergency.

You got anything at home?

- Well, I was saving a piece of apple pie

in my dresser, with my underwear.

Oh, well maybe you could
sneak back and get it.

It would only be a short delay.

- I'm sure hungry.

- Oh, you need that pie.

Maybe take a nap too, huh?

Get a fresh start in the morning.

- I'd have to skip school.

Well, there are lots of
schools in South America.

You can make it up easy.

- I'll just sneak in quiet.

- Okay, there we go.

Oh, what about Julius?

- Well, maybe I better take him back.

- Who needs Julius anyhow? I got my dad.

- Thanks.

Why don't you use the
side gate? It's easier.

- I know, but I came this way.

- Oh, yeah well, here we go.

Up, there we are, huh?
- Thanks.

Good night, Mr. Collins.
- Good night.

- I'm not asleep.

Didn't Mrs. Wallace
give you a sleeping pill?

- I didn't take it, I didn't wanna sleep.

Not until you and Michael were home again.

- Oh why? He came home safely, so did i.

- I can't help it, I can't help it.

It's just that i have so
much time to remember,

and always being afraid
I, how was the evening?

- Productive.
- Your forum too?

- All right.
- Your Bible class?

Small.

If that's Mrs. Webb, tell
her I've gone to bed.

- Hello?

Hello, Ms. Collins,
this is Shep Hamilton.

How do you feel?

Oh I'm fine, I-I'll
be up and about soon.

Well, I wanted to
report to the Reverend,

the way I handled the forum.

Everything's smooth, the class ran itself.

And as for your play group,

only about half the cast showed up.

It's Saturday night, you know.

- Thank you, yes thank you, good night.

Anything?

- Just a call.

I have one I wanna make,
I'll do it in the study.

Now darling, don't wait for
me to force this pill on you.

You take it, the water's right here.

Please give me the police department.

Hello, I'd like to speak to
Lieutenant Marlin, please.

- Off duty, want anybody else?

We can't give out his home number.

He'll be here tomorrow morning.

- All right, I'll make it.

Tell Lieutenant Marlin I'll
be there early in the morning.

Thank you.

Michael was playing on that
old showboat at the wharf

when Simmons came aboard.

Now it's almost impossible to get details

from an eight-year-old.

- Simmons went for him?
- Not exactly.

- Threatened him?
- Not in words.

I suppose there was something in his eyes.

We can't take action
for the way a man looked,

and according to one eight-year-old.

- I haven't suggested action.

- Did he carry a weapon, a knife, a gun?

- Lieutenant, I wasn't there.

I can't describe what-
- Who can?

You say you don't want
us to question your boy.

- Well, I know one thing.

Simmons was hanging around
outside my church last night.

- That's different, you saw him?

Not the man himself, but
did you notice a habit he has?

He slices off the burnt
end of a cigarette,

so as to save the stub.
- Uses a razor.

And he saves those
stubs in a flat tin box.

You saw that.
- Yep.

- Well, that box and those cigarette stubs

were lying underneath
the tree by the church.

It was dark in there, and
Michael was afraid to go by.

I went through with him, and
when I turned on my flashlight,

that's what I found.

- Good, let's have them.

- I don't have them, I left them there.

I, I didn't know i'd be calling you.

- Got your car outside?

- I took a cab.

- I'll give you a lift.

You'll be able to show
me those cigarette butts.

What goes, a circus?

Our church bazaar,
opens tomorrow afternoon.

All right, let's see
those cigarette butts.

- They were right here, but they're gone.

- Nevermind I'll, I'll put a trace around

and see what it turns up.

Anytime you feel the need Reverend,

don't hesitate to call
us, that's why we're here.

d In Thy compassion d

d Helper of the helpless d

d Care for the sinners,
ease their pain d

d Heal their diseases d

d Lighten their sorrows d

d And from all evil leave them free d

d Power and blessing d

d We're blessed now and ever d

d We're faithful servants in Thy name d

d Pray, help our neighbor d

d Crowned by Thy favor d

d And we'll return our love to Thee d

d Amen d

- There are several announcements.

The marriage of Marjorie
Hamilton to William Robert North

will take place as scheduled next Sunday

at 2:00 in the afternoon but
with the following change,

and I think it is a happy
one for the bride and groom.

Not I, but Bishop Rigsby
himself will officiate.

Naturally, with the great good
fortune of having him here,

we're really going to put him to work.

While Bishop Rigsby is
here, he will preside

over the christenings
scheduled for that morning.

He does us this honor at my request.

Let us accept it at,

let us accept it as the,

we will dispense with the final hymn.

Michael.

Michael.

- At an angle, shoot across the ring,

right into the customers.

Let me get me a fast one too.

The sock of the kids and
reaction of the customers,

got it?
- Right.

- Oh hi, Reverend.

- Did my son come in here?

- No, I haven't seen him.

Are you surprised to see me here?

- Michael, are you in here?

Hey, this isn't just
sports, it's news, your news.

First, there's the kid you couldn't help.

He got himself killed.

Now the ones that do come into the fold,

and you at both ends,
that's drama, real drama.

Michael.

Michael, you left before
the end of the services.

Michael, you should know better.

- Everybody always says that.

- Were you stopped by anyone?

Did any stranger speak to you?

- Like who?

- Oh, Michael, help us, will you?

I have a hundred things to do.

Your mother can't leave the house,

and she's anxious about you.

- Don't worry about me.

There's Mrs. Willis,
now go on home with her.

Are you listening to me?

Because I'm giving you an order, go home.

Go on, Mike.
- Sure.

- Michael, David?

Mrs. Willis, who is it?

Who's there?

Michael, David?

Why doesn't somebody answer?

David, David, help me!

Michael, Michael.

No, no you won't cover my eyes again.

Don't you put those bandages
on, don't you do it.

By now it's more to keep
out light than anything else.

You got a pair of dark glasses?

David, why did you try
to hide this from me?

- Why alarm you when there was no need?

- No need? You called the police.

I heard you on this extension,

and you hadn't been at
the church last night.

Where were you? You knew there was danger.

- It's true, Simmons was hanging around,

but that wasn't proof
he intended any harm.

Proof? Don't you know
what proof would be?

- I'll send you and Michael out of town.

- You're coming with us.

- No Lisa, I'm a minister and I cannot

run away from my obligations

just because there might be danger to me.

We're not going without you,
we're not leaving you here.

If he wants to hurt us, he'll
have to hurt whoever stays.

Where's Michael, why isn't Michael here?

He's trying to take my boy from me.

Where's Michael?

No, no, no, darling,
he's perfectly safe.

There's nothing to worry about.

Nothing bad can happen to
him or to any of us, ever.

Say that to yourself.

Remember, if God before
us who can be against us?

And He is for us Lisa, He is, He is.

With all that faith
in God, don't you figure

He could handle things while you're away?

He has His work Mrs.
Willis, and I have mine.

And as for yours, you
weren't hired as a bodyguard.

I won't reproach you if
you choose to leave us.

- Do you think it's a fact

that a person could get hurt around here?

Hmm, I guess I'd better
dust off my judo lessons.

Oh you know, I used to
be a nurse in the Navy.

Oh, of course I was
younger then, but when some

of those boys started being
ambulatory.

There's a detective out
there, I saw his badge.

- A detective, where?
- I let him in.

You went to the door,
Michael? I told you not to.

Now, you stay in here.

Do you know what just happened to my wife?

- The boy told me.

- What do you plan to do about it?

She saw a strange man
in the bedroom, Reverend,

I guess that's what she saw.

- She saw Simmons.

- Only it coulda been somebody else.

Somebody looking for you, let's say.

He goes through the house,
he steps into the wrong room.

She screams, he gets panicky
and runs, reasonable.

- But we know it was Simmons.

- No Reverend, we don't know.

That's what I'm trying to show you.

First, her eyes are still in bad shape.

Second, how could she
recognize Simmons anyway?

When did she even see a news photo of him?

She's been blindfolded since that night.

- Well, I haven't been blindfolded,

and I saw him at my church this morning.

- Simmons?

He came to the entrance
as I was speaking.

He stood there looking at
me, and then he walked away.

- Reverend, according to the department,

he isn't even in town.

I put a tracer on him, I came
by to tell you what we found.

Well, I'll tell you what
I found when I came home,

my wife and son crouched in a closet

like a pair of hunted animals.

My wife in hysterics,

my home entered like a public building.

You think this is all imagination.

- No, there could be more to it.

Maybe i'm persecuting
Simmons, is that it Lieutenant?

He's irritating my
conscience, haunting me,

and i think the only way to
stop him is to get rid of him.

- I don't go that far.

Look, you're an above
average sensitive guy

who's had a pretty bad shock.

In time, I think you'll get over it.

Meanwhile, if it'll help you sleep better,

I'll have the house watched
for a couple of days, okay?

- Okay.

Thanks to the civic minded
sponsors who donated this,

their regular time, K-GTK
is able to bring you

the annual free-swinging fighters,

the Tournament of the Mighty Mitts.

Here come the first contestants.

- Hey Mike, button on you to win, kid.

Your dad's the referee.

- That'd be crooked.
- Yeah, then it's solid.

I got a good notion to
send my Ronnie around,

pay you a little visit.

How about it, Ronnie?

- Skunky's the only guy i can lick.

- Who's Skunky?
- Your son.

- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Presenting your first bout
in the free weight division.

Two rounds to a decision.

In this corner, weighing
51 and three-eights pounds,

the massacre man himself,
Ballin' Mike Collins.

- There he is, there's Mike.

In this
corner wearing blue trunks-

- Oh I, I can't see him.

At 52 pounds one ounce, from
the other side of the harbor,

the deadly demon, Bucky Solano.

The referee, Reverend David Collins.

Hop on in Mike,
and come out fighting.

Come on Mike, give it to him.

Knock him out, Mike.

That-a-boy, go ahead Mike.

Come on Mike, get him.

Come on, Mike.

- You know, I just had a crazy notion.

- What?

- Oh, oh, nothing, just crazy.

- One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

- And now the bearcat division.

In this corner, the
terror from 10th Street,

Tiny Joe Wilson.

In the other corner wearing white trunks,

the harbor hurricane himself, Hank Swartz.

- Stand by, ladies and gentlemen.

A small fire has broken
out under the seats.

Not much of a fire, it's more
smoke than anything else.

Just a moment, we'll try to move in

and see what it's all about.

Police, police, police.

Police.

- Hear me, hear me.

Split up, walk, walk to
the sides of the tent.

Get out under the sides of the tent.

Michael, Michael Collins.

Michael, Michael Collins.

Michael, Michael.

Michael?

- Dad!
- Michael!

Dad!

Murderer.

- You needed evidence.

You said you couldn't move without it.

- This wasn't intended to make a fire,

just a lotta smoke.

But this kind of rags could
only come from a tailor shop.

Bits of suit material, lining, wool.

The man must be insane.

He was willing to risk every life there

just to get his hands on my son.

It was a miracle that
only the Fletcher boy

had to be sent to the hospital.

- Why'd you let Simmons go?

You had your thumbs on his windpipe.

Wasn't that what you wanted?

I thought it was,
right up until I almost,

it's frightening.

Living in heat for nearly a
week, it fills your whole body.

If there's any room left
over, that's filled by fear.

You take your suits to
a pretty good cleaner.

Briggs on Eighth Street.

- Yes, what about it?

- Briggs, DC could mean David Collins.

- How is that possible?

- I don't know, Reverend.

I don't think this is very
good evidence against Simmons.

- Oh now, wait a minute.

Picking up a coat of
mine is the easiest thing

that anybody could do anyplace.

On a baseball field, in a gym, in church,

in my own home.

That's when he did it.

Sunday when he frightened Mrs. Collins.

- We'll have the lab check on these,

see what it brings up.

Reverend, why don't you
take your wife and son

on a little vacation?

Lieutenant, what must I
do to get through to you?

Let something happen to my boy?

- You've gotten through.

Sure, this coulda been planted by you.

There's as much reason to
think that Simmons planted it.

The fact is, that's the
way I lean right now.

- Well, that's a lot better.

- Not a lot.

He could claim that he was trying

to save your boy from the fire.

- But we happen to know.

Reverend,

should I arrest a man on
what we know but can't prove?

You haven't any choice
but to arrest the man.

He's after my son.

So I arrest him, on what?
Some technical charge?

And then he's out in 24
hours, and we book him again.

And a day later, he's loose again.

Don't you see how it is?

We can't hold him until we
have some real evidence.

Until he's done something.

And you said it yourself a minute ago,

by then it'll be too late.

- All this for the camp?

It's enough to go around the world.

- We may decide not to stay,

go off on a little side trip some place.

- Or many little side trips?

- Lisa, this is what you wanted.

You begged me to take
you and Michael away.

I know, I was hysterical,
but I'm not anymore.

- Well then, maybe it's my turn.

- And if he finds us?

- We'll move on again, I guess.

- How will we live?

You won't be able to
work, not as a minister.

He would find us just as easily as now.

Well, there's nothing very
special about being a minister.

A lot of hard work, and very little money.

If I put half the effort
and study into a business,

I'm not much of a minister anyway.

I, I'm too blunt, too much temper.

- And everybody loves you, very much.

- I just want time, in time he'll give up.

- And what I'd like to know is,

what happens to you in that time?

- Lisa, what happens to me if I stay?

He's like some kind of wild animal

that keeps coming at you until
it kills you or you Kill it.

And the only way to avoid
that choice is to run,

because Lisa, if he ever
again lays hands on Michael.

- Hello?

Mrs. Collins, this is Mrs.
Fletcher, Ronnie's mother.

Is the Reverend there?

It's foolish, the kid
doesn't know what he's saying.

He wants Mike, not Collins.

- Reverend, did you know that Ronnie

is in Oceanside hospital?

Yes, well he wants you.

I, I mean we all want you.

- Will you give me that number please?

Bay, 2121.

I'll call you back, just wait there.

Is my family entitled to nothing
because they're my family?

Poor little Ronnie
Fletcher, that's a shame.

She didn't say he was
in critical condition.

She said he wants me.

That could be nothing but a whim.

To endanger you and Michael,

because a seven-year-old
boy has a whim, I-

- Besides, you're not much of a minister.

- You can always read me, can't you?

- Mm-hmm, even the fine print.

- That's Skunky.

You know the other day he
asked me to be his father?

I oughta go down there,

if only to beat some sense into Fletcher.

On the other hand, if
you don't quarrel with him,

you'll be home sooner.

- This might be short, it might not.

There's no way of knowing.

You finish packing, I'll take
a cab and leave you the car.

Have everything ready, put
the luggage in the trunk.

I'll get back as soon as I
can, we'll be on our way.

Have Mrs. Willis do everything.

She's willing and wonderful, okay?

Now it's okay.

- Somewhere in the world at this moment,

someone's marrying a minister, crazy.

- I think it's wonderful.

- Good evening, Reverend.

Good evening, there's a
boy here named Fletcher.

Ronnie Fletcher.

Oh yes, they're waiting
for you, room 324.

- Uh, how is the boy?

- Dr. Rowland is with him now.

- I see, thank you.

Three please.

- Wait till the Reverend hefts these bags.

He won't be so quick to take off.

Oh, here he is.

Collins residence.

- Is it my husband?

- Okay, just as fast as we can.

That was the hospital.

The Fletcher boy's calling for Mike.

The Reverend says to bring him right over.

- Michael?
- That's what he said.

Sounds serious.
- Oh, those poor people.

- Mike, Mike, we've got an errand.

I'll park the car, and
follow you right up.

I gotta
bring Skunky his present.

- Michael!
- He's waiting for me.

Mom! Dad!

- All right, I've been a lousy father.

You can fill in for me,
go ahead, I don't care.

I don't care as long as
somebody does something.

- Why don't you do it?

It's you he wants.

- Thanks.

- What's the matter, what happened?

- Isn't he here? Oh, that child.

- Lisa, what are you talking about?

He ran ahead, Mrs. Willis
let us out at the corner

and he was off like an arrow.

What are you talking
about, where is Michael?

- Didn't you send for him?

You asked someone to call
and say that Ronnie Fletcher,

Mr. Simmons, oh David, David.

- Where did you last see Mike?

- Outside, running ahead of me.

Reverend,
Reverend, on the beach.

He's chasing Mike on the beach!

- Michael?
- Help, Dad.

Michael?
- Dad.

Help, Dad.
- Where are you?

- Dad.

Dad, help.

Simmons.

- Michael, oh, oh darling.

- I told you I didn't hate your son.

I didn't want that to happen.

Why won't you forgive me?

- He's crying.

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