Run For Your Life
Starring Ben Gazzara
This Town for Sale
Synopsis: If tried in the town where the victim's father is the leading employer, Paul seems certain to face a long prison sentence after the young man is found dead following a small altercation with him. With James Whitmore as Jim Holland, Mary Ann Mobley as Clarice Newell, R.G. Armstrong as Edward Loomis, Sharon Hugueny as Mary Ellison, Paul Fix as Joseph Farrell, Anthony Hayes as Neddie Loomis, Nick Colasanto as the Bartender, Alan Reed Jr. as George Mund, William Banewell as County Attorney Lassiter, Charles Irving as the Judge, Lindsay Workman as the Coroner, Charles L. Conrad as the Bailiff, Claudia Bryan as Loomis' Secretary, Ernest Anderson as the Jury Foreman, George Dockstader as the Highway Patrolman - CAST PHOTOS AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS PAGE
First broadcast on November 15, 1965
Teleplay by George Kingo
Story by Chester Krumholz
Directed by Richard Benedict
PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
Saturday, May 1
Today should have been our wedding day, with Katie and I now tucked up in my Carmel house, looking forward to three months of European vacation.
Instead, I am sitting here in a garage after midnight waiting to see if they can fix my car. Double time and a half to get it running by tomorrow afternoon, but at least there's a hotel a few doors down.
People have been quite friendly all day, and then I drive into this place ….. it's called Pine Grove, the mechanic says …. and, maybe because it's Saturday night - or I'm tired from driving all day - had an encounter with a kid who has a lot of manners to learn. Give me California!
I'd taken it easy in the morning, and headed for the road after lunch. Kathy declared that she loved me, but I tried to use that for her good, and told her to go ahead with her grandparents' plans for college. I said that if she did, I would write to her every month for the rest of my life.
Feeling more refreshed than I'd have guessed, I spent most of the day driving, physically doing all the things Pete suggested, but mentally having one conversation after another with Kate, and every time I saw a phone booth, wanting to ring her - tell her everything.
Sunday, May 2
Slept late and drove until seeing a road sign with the appealing name Soft Shelter. Instead of being just one more place like any other, it's a most picturesque haven. The lady who ran the local guest house turned out to be Sicilian, and I revelled in the dinner she served - Caponata (with artichokes, no less), Maccu soup just like my mother made, and an infinitely tender vitello alla marsala. Then Mrs. Kelly topped herself with a rum flavored Cassata, and I spent the evening having an amenable conversation with the hosts and other guests, all made to feel like visiting family members.
Monday, May 3
Got in several hours driving before being stopped by a patrolman, to be told that I would be picked up in the morning by the Pine Grove Chief of Police. So here I am, not taking off for Paris with my bride, but languishing in a jail cell in the middle of nowhere - with no explanations.
Tuesday, May 4
Now find myself back in Pine Grove with a murder charge hanging over me. Talk about Kafkaesque, I am supposed to have killed the kid who spilled his drink on me Saturday night.
A local lawyer was able to get me out on bail, and I went to the bartender - who was so friendly the other night - and asked him how it was he testified at my preliminary hearing this afternoon, that he remembered exactly when I left the bar, whereas yesterday, he stated that he had no recollection.
However, Clarice, the girl I danced with on Saturday was also in the bar, and told me there's a rumor going around that the owner of the local mill - who directly or indirectly is responsible for just about every job in town - told Chief Holland that, if the police didn't find the man who killed his son, he would shut down the Pine Grove Paper Mill.
So there I was - the stranger who is a handy scapegoat. This certainly is not like the little scheme Kathy and I cooked up last week. This is the real thing, and I could get a long sentence.
Just when I was getting to feel like there could be some good times ahead of me - the possibility of racing with Pete - my future is even bleaker than the day I came out of Dr. Franzen's office. I've got to find some way to get out of this - and fast. Of course, there is absolutely no evidence against me, and I should be able to get off anywhere, but not in this town. However, whatever happens, it's going to take weeks and weeks off that minimum nine months.
Wednesday, May 5
Confronted Chief Holland with the rumor Clarice told me about, and he admitted it was true that the mill owner Loomis had made the threat. The Chief said that I shouldn't be found guilty in another jurisdiction, and he'd even help me to have the trial venue changed.
Went to the factory, and tried to speak to Mary Ellison who was the victim's date on Saturday night, but she absolutely refused to talk to me. Same with just about everyone else in town.
As a thanks for her tip and her support, I took Clarice out to dinner, and she informed me that she'd been fired for telling me about the rumor.
I felt awful, but Clarice said the push might offer her the impetus she'd been needing to leave Pine Grove. Asked her about Chief Holland, and she assured me that he was a most straight and honorable man.
After dinner we went over to Mary Ellison's house, but even with Clarice's help, Mary refused to speak to me, seeming almost frightened. Clarice said she'd go back and talk with Mary, to see if she could get any more info from her friend.
There is something very strange going on here. Except for Clarice, everyone in town genuinely appears to believe I'm guilty. And then there is Chief Holland. The man who got me arrested, and yet I sense that he knows I didn't do it. What makes him different from the rest? I keep turning this whole thing over and over in my mind.
Thursday, May 6
Clarice rang me this morning, saying she came up with something from her talk with Mary last night. The Chief had rescued her from the ground as Neddie was trying to overwhelm her, and she heard him say that he was going to arrest Ned Loomis, but then, when he came into the bar, as in his inquest testimony, he told their table that he'd made the mill owner's son walk home.
My lawyer came over then, and said that he was able to get another venue for the trial. 100% sure I'd get off, but it's not for 12 weeks. I turned it down flat.
But it's all starting to sink in. It was Chief Holland who killed Ned Loomis, and that's why he's pushing me so hard to have the trial moved. If I'm tried in Pine Grove, he'll be responsible for putting an innocent man behind bars, but knows I'll go free anywhere else for insufficient evidence.
He called me in, trying to persuade me to take the alternate venue, and when I told him that I couldn't afford to wait around three months, that threw him completely.
I brought up his threatening to arrest Ned Loomis last Saturday, and asked him why he didn't put that fact in the inquest record. Holland said it was because he'd changed his mind, and it was irrelevant.
It was quite late, and I was still trying to figure out what to do at the hearing tomorrow, when Chief Holland knocked on my door. He'd been drinking, and I remembered Clarice saying that he never drank. He even had a bottle in his pocket.
The Chief kept on pressing me to accept the change of venue, saying again that I'd go free in any other jurisdiction, but hadn't a chance in Pine Grove.
Tried telling him that I knew it was an accident, but when he pretended my meaning was to say that I killed Ned Loomis unintentionally, I accused him straight out.
He got cocky then, and said I had only myself to blame if the worst happened, implying that I could spare a mere three months to keep him in good standing.
That was too much, and I told him that three months could be 20% of all the time I have left. He took it for bluffing, and stalked out, again saying that I have only myself to blame, and that he wasn't my keeper.
It was a traumatic encounter on top of what I'm already facing here in Pine Grove, and left me in shreds the rest of the night.
Pine Grove - Miami
Friday, May 7
Went to Court this morning with one hope - that Chief Holland was indeed the honorable man Clarice said he was. Didn't miss a moment of making strong eye contact with him, staring as deeply into that place where his conscience must lie.
To never let him forget for a minute what I told the Chief last night, I represented myself, and threw around some legal theatrics by first retracting my petition for a change of venue, and then, after the judge set my trial for May 14, asking that the application be reinstated. All giving Holland a little more time to think about what he was doing.
Ran out of rope then, and the irritated judge adjourned the case to another court. Kept looking at Holland anyway, and just before the judge rose to leave, the Chief told him that he wanted to make a statement.
Of course, the judge told him that the case was no longer in his jurisdiction, but the Chief then blurted out that it was he who killed Neddie Loomis.
The judge then allowed him to take the stand, and Chief Holland admitted that he hit Loomis in the act of making an arrest, and while he didn't hold himself criminally responsible for that deed, he did hold himself criminally responsible for what was done to me.
I accepted his apology with relief, and told him that, as he'd suggested, I'd been bluffing the night before, but could see in his eyes that he didn't believe me.
Clarice was waiting outside with congratulations, and said she was on her way to California. Though I was still hoping to fly to Sweden to see Pete race this weekend, the possibility is looking slimmer by the moment, and it would make more sense to take up the Bradleys' invitation. I told Clarice that I could give her a ride, but was going in the opposite direction, and she said why not.
But when I took her home to pick up the things she'd packed, waiting for her was 6'3” of blond baseball player just arrived on leave from Viet Nam.
Needless to say, I left Pine Grove alone, but kept Clarice's address there so that we could keep in touch about what happened to Chief Holland.
Having decided I'd had enough of small-town America, left my rental car at the local airport, and made connections for Miami to spend a few days with the Bradleys before flying on to Stockholm to watch Pete race.
Rang June, and she said that she'd pick me up at the hotel tomorrow.
Saturday - Sunday, May 8 - 9
Warmly received by the Bradleys, and I found myself becoming deeply touched by their hospitality. Maybe something I needed after the past two weeks - no FIVE.
Despite Kate's friendship with Violet Bradley, never really moved in their circles, but they made me feel one of the family. Fortunately, Violet was in Hawaii, and there was no mention of Kate. Much questioning about my new peripatetic life, however, with special interest in the racing aspect. I think June just likes talking about Pete.
Ever generous and practical, on the drive to her parents' complex, she suggested that I might find it handy to keep a room in her Paris apartment as a kind of base, adding that I could also avail of the concierge services of the building to handle my mail and messages, as Pete did.
She smiled shyly (this girl can turn from businesslike to demure in a second), admitting that she'd had a crush on him since she was 13 (and he 24). but had finally taken matters into her own hands when an 18-year-old Stanford sophomore. Pete is the one man for her, and she is apparently biding her time until he realizes that she is the one woman for him. Meanwhile, what a lot of competition!
It's been great here, and have taken the time to unwind in the good company. Had a most interesting talk about California history with Rachel Pike, a VERY high-powered business woman. Steel-trap mind, but also very spontaneous. She was just visiting for the day, and then took off, but not before inviting me to “pop over” to her private island on Monday.
It sounds like the kind of company Kate would be at home with. I had a sudden inspiration to ring her, but held back. Have written to her frequently without response. What can I expect? Ringing her would be an ordeal for both of us. I'm sure it would be impossible to talk to her for ten minutes, and not let her know, and above everything, I have to keep the news from her.
Blossom Island - en route to Paris
Monday - Tuesday, May 10 - 11
Rang Marcella when I got to Tampa. She said that the firm wanted me to come back and finish up some work on an estate that I could do faster and better than anyone else. The letter was sitting on her desk to post. Told her to mail everything that had come in to June's apartment in Paris, and gave her Rachel's number for an emergency. Going home is something that I want to think long and hard about.
Didn't really know what to expect on Rachel's island, but had picked up some clothes in Palm Beach before meeting June, so hoped I'd be ready for anything short of tails.
My wardrobe did prepare me clotheswise, but I'd never have been ready for my fellow guests - an assortment of Senators, movie stars, foreign diplomats and top men from major US companies. About 40 people in all, and yet Rachel's helicopter picked me up at Tampa airport as if I were important too.
There were also a few “ordinary” individuals there, and having just come from the Bradleys via New Guinea, I managed to hold my own with anyone who bothered to speak with me.
And that even included Rachel Pike! It was all a bit much, and such a contrast to the days spent in the jungle and middle America that, attempting to adjust, I actually went for long periods without the omnipresent realization of my impending fate.
Rachel's warm parting to “drop in anytime” included the invitation to stay in the company suite (she probably keeps half the hotel reserved) at the Tampa Hilton.
And now I can fill waking hours of this flight, considering what Pete might have on offer.
as Jim Holland
Mary Ann Mobley as Clarice Newell
as Edward Loomis
as Mary Ellison
Paul Fix as
Anthony Hayes as
as the Bartender
Alan Reed Jr.
as George Mund
William Banewell as County Attorney Lassiter
as the Judge
as the Coroner
Charles L. Conrad
as the Bailiff
Ernest Anderson as
the Jury Foreman
George Dockstader as
the Highway Patrolman