46xxxx (012) The Man Who Died Yesterday

Last time, Walt, please let me go. Not... and it has to be. This way. No, drop that gun! I'm sorry, Walt. Very sorry. I've known all along you had to die tonight. But I didn't know.

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Our story by William Morwood is the man who died yesterday Traveled highway threadbare clothes dance hopefully by the roadside You headed for New York? That's me.

Very good of you. I'm in a hurry to reach New York. I haven't much time, you see. Yeah, sure. I picked you right off for a big executive on his way to aboard me. Nothing like that.

It's just that, but there's something terribly important I've got to do. Emission. Oh, salvation army, eh? No, United Nations. I have to see the Secretary General before midnight tonight. That leaves me only eight hours.

You're not it. You feelin' all right, pal? Yes. I was sick, but I'm feeling fine now. You don't look so good tonight. Why does it go? Of course you could do with the heck, I do.

I suppose so. I'm afraid I'd be not of touch with civilization along, my own. By the way, my name is... Brother Woz. David Hepgood. I am. I'm Walt Griggs. Can't you drive any faster, Walt? We've still got a long way to go, and...

There's going to be a rock slide. Rock slide? Oh, you mean those signs? I don't know, worry about it, they put them up. What the... Keep going, Walt. We got through safely. Yeah, but... There was a rock slide, just like you said.