Random Harvest Page #4

Tallish, dark hair, shuffles a bit.

Can't get his words out.

Always thinking something different.

He's not dangerous, I suppose?

There's no saying with loonies.

Quiet as mice for weeks.

Then all of a sudden,

up and after you with an ax.

Sam, I'm going in to supper. You coming?

Just a moment, Paula.

- Ella, coming?

- Coming.

It's time, isn't it? Nearly 12:30.

- Smithy.

- I'm all ready.

Sit down a minute, will you?

There's nothing wrong, is there?

Smithy, I've got to talk to you.

I won't beat about the bush.

Sam won't take you.

Won't take me?

There was a man from the asylum

in the bar just now.

He told everybody about your escape.

Sam feels it's too risky taking you.

I think perhaps he's right.

I think perhaps you should go back

to the asylum...

until you're all well again, and then...

Go back?

It is best, Smithy.

You need care, and you need doctors

that understand your case.

I feel dreadful about it,

but it's for your sake.

Sam wants to help...

but he says I have no right to take you.

He says I'd be risking your sanity.

Your life, perhaps.

You do understand, don't you?

You're not angry with me? You don't think

that I've gone back on you?

It's not that I'm afraid.

It's because I think it's right.

They were all against me, all of them.

They couldn't have made me do it

if I didn't think it was right.

You do know that, Smithy, don't you?

Tell me you understand,

that you're not angry with me.

But tell me. Let me hear you say it.

Speak to me, Smithy.

You could always speak to me.

Wait for me, Smithy.

Come on, Smithy. Get your coat on.

I know I'm right. I know it.

I'm ashamed of myself,

letting them talk me out of it.

Here. Let me help you. We'll have to hurry.

Don't you worry, Smithy.

We can't go with the others...

but we'll find some quiet place

where you can rest and get fit.

Here's your hat. Take your parcels.

Come on.

We'll go by the back door.

I've got to see the Biffer.

Go that way. Don't let anyone see you.

There's a door leading to the alley.

Wait for me outside. I'll only be a minute.

Biffer, here's the money for my bill.

What? Off already?

They want to send Smithy

back to the asylum.

No.

I'm not gonna let him go.

I'm taking him into the country.

Giving up your job?

I'll let you know when we get settled.

- Will you send my trunk on to me?

- You bet, and good luck to you.

Thanks, Biffer.

You're one in a million. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Smithy, what have you done?

- He tried to stop you?

- Yes.

Sam?

I pushed him and he fell.

If they get you now, you're done for.

- I'm no good. Let me alone.

- No. I won't.

- We can't leave him.

- We must.

We'll think later. Come.

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