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-Extra, extra, read all about it.

Read all about it.

Viney Richards released.

Read all about it.

Citizens' protest frees Viney Richards.

Read all about it.

Extra, extra!

Read--

I'll have one, son.

Here you are, Mister.

Thank you.

Extra, read all about it!

Viney Richards released.

Read all about it!

Extra!

-Uh, any statement you want to make, Mr. Smith?

No.

-Can we say that you approve the mayor's action?

Approve?

You want me to pat Langley Brighton and his boys

on the back because my sister is dead?

Look, Slade, you tell Jim Singleton one thing.

Tell him when I have a statement to make, I'll write it myself--

and it won't be printed in "The Cryer."

-We could give him that, Steve, but I would want to.

Why not?

-Your sister died trying to get Viney Richards cleared.

That hasn't been forgotten by a lot of people in this town.

If you have nothing to say about Viney's release,

it's going to look like a slap in the face to your sister.

Ellen won't feel it.

You two really want a statement, get one from your boss.

Ask Jim Singleton why he spent six weeks plastering scare

heads in every issue, printing everything

he could lay his hands on to make

Viney Richards look guilty.

You know the answer as well as I do.

Viney was good copy.

She was one of them artist folk.

But Singleton had reasons for keeping that spy scare alive.

It sold papers for him.

When Jim's ready to print those reasons,

I'll give "The Cryer" a statement.

Till then, I got nothing to say.

-You can't lick the press by getting sore, Steve.

-Not even smart to try, Mr. Smith.

-It wasn't smart for Ellen to get up out of her sickbed,

to walk around in the rain for two weeks,

trying to get up a petition to get

them to release Miss Richards.

That wasn't smart at all.

-Viney'll be coming home in about an hour.

Going to stop in and congratulate her?

I may, later.

Can we print that?

-Not much to build a story on, is it?

Well, it's better than nothing.

Go right ahead, then.

Thanks, Steve.

Good night.

Night.

All right, I've got the lights.

Well?

Does it look sorta good to you?

Yes.

Somebody's cleaned up the whole place.

Was that you?

Steve did most of it.

I only helped a little.

Oh, that was sweet of you.

It was in a hideous state when I left.

Oh, thanks, Bert.

Just, um, chuck it over there anywhere by the bed.

Now you sit down, Viney.

I'll go heat up some coffee.

No, I won't have it, Sylvia.

You'e done enough.

Nonsense.

Sit down, Bert.

Thanks.

Oh.

That does feel good.

That cell cot was a little monster.

I haven't even a cigarette to offer you.

I have.

You better take the pack.

You'll need them before morning.

Thanks.

It's gonna be nice, watching the sun come

through that window in the morning.

You know, I haven't seen the ocean in a long time.

Still the Pacific.

It hasn't changed a bit.

-Other things have, haven't they, Burt?

What's it going to be like now?

Will people still look at me as if I

were clutching a bomb in my hand.

It's begun to simmer down.

You may get a bit of it for a while.

-People are secretly afraid all the time, aren't they?

Under the surface, yes.

I may not stay on here, Bert.

I may decide to go back East.

-You think it'll be any different there?

I don't know.

At least I would be a foreigner.

Where was Steve tonight, Bert?

Why wasn't he there to meet me?

He'll be dropping in soon.

But why wasn't he there?

Oh, I don't know.

You'll have to ask him that yourself, Viney.

Steve doesn't think like us.

And he doesn't feel like us.

-Well, he feels very strongly about the truth.

That's why he isn't a very good writer, I expect.

The-- the truth is out of favor these days.

-Now then, drink this while it's hot.

-Oh, that's going to taste very good, I know.

Bert?

Oh, none for me.

That's Steve now, I expect.

I'll let him in.

Good evening, Doc.

You know Joe Conners, our chief, don't you?

Hello, Chief.

Miss Richards.

I hope you'll forgive our barging in

on you your first evening?

Not at all.

You know Mrs. Tollerson, don't you?

Yes, how do you do?

-You look as though you'd come to make an arrest, Mr. Mayor.

Not at all.

We thought we owed Miss Richards an apology,

and I thought we ought to bring it in person.

-An apology for what, Mr. Brighton?

-Well, as a matter of fact, we feel

a little ashamed at the way things turned out.

It seemed a reasonable enough precaution at first,

but-- well, there's always the danger in these things

that some innocent person will get hurt.

In your case, Miss Richards, you have every reason

for feeling rather bitterly toward us.

-I don't feel bitterly about anything, Mr. Brighton.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm over.

-(TOO EAGERLY) Well, that's very generous of you.

Don't you call that generous, Joe?

I sure do.

-What have you got in the bundle you're carrying, Chief?

-These are the unfortunate paintings of yours.

I found them in my office and I thought

we ought to bring them along to you.

-Oh, I'd like to see them again myself.

So would I.

-You know, someday you must show me

where those secret emplacements are, Mr. Brighton.

I don't want to make the same mistake again.

-Can't very well do that, Miss Richards.

That's security, I'm afraid.

Oh, those are good, Viney.

Those are terribly good.

Rather proud of them myself.

Very fine.

I don't know as much about painting as I should,

but they have-- well, I find them very attractive.

Interesting group.

You should ask Jim Singleton to send up a photographer.

"Mayor of Point Flores on Knees Beside Dangerous Enemy Agent."

Hello, Steve.

Hello, Viney.

Couldn't they let you alone for one evening, even?

-It was very nice of Mr. Brighton and Mr. Conners

to come.

I'm most grateful to them.

They've apologized, and I've accepted their apology.

That enough?

No, Steve.

Frankly, I don't think it is.

The whole thing has been deplorable from the start.

But these are difficult times.

Sometimes a man makes a mistake, as I did.

I can only say it was a sincere mistake.

I'm sure it was, Mr. Brighton.

Now can't we all sit down and talk about something else?

-Well, I'd just like to say one thing.

We've got a rather large military operation located

about 40 miles back of us here.

And about a month before this unfortunate incident

took place, we received word that there

were spies operating out of the Point.

And when that woman reported seeing some strange craft

maneuvering off the Point, we had

to suspect everyone in the area.

The first thing we found here was Miss Richards painting

a section of the beach we knew was full

of concealed emplacements.

Sure, we arrested her.