Dewitt is out of his wheelchair, reclining on the living room couch, the now-opened safe behind him. He peruses the “Contract,” trying to make out why a tribe of Indians would willingly give up their village to get a lot more land. Obviously, there are some serious shenanigans involved, given the fact that Jesse was to be kidnapped and he and his captors’ lives are in danger.
Other matters occupy Dewitt’s mind, too. There is a huge stack of hundred dollar bills sitting on the coffee table, obviously ill-gotten goods stored in the safe by Nickels and his accomplices. There is also a small remote-control device, similar to a garage door opener, at hand. Dewitt is about to look at it more carefully when Willie and T. P. enter the room, having changed into some motorcycle leathers.
Dewitt puts the device in his pocket as Willie speaks.
“We only got a half hour till they get here, Doc. We’re all packed.”
T. P. sets down two small suitcases.
“I’ve got your things, Doctor Dewitt,” he says. “We’ve got to get going. I’m scared!”
“Well, me, too, T. P.,” says Dewitt. “And I think it’s time for you guys to hit the trail and get a head start.”
Willie and T. P. look at each other, questioningly.
“What do you mean?” asks Willie.
“We’re completely isolated out here,” says Dewitt. “There’s no way out if they get here before you get going. – I can’t allow you guys to get killed.”
He pauses and bites his lip.
“Anyway,” he continues, “I’ve faced a gun in my life.”
“So that’s how... ?” asks Willie. He points to Dewitt’s useless legs.
“Believe it or not, no,” answers Dewitt. “Long story.”
“But what about you, Doctor Dewitt?” asks T. P. plaintively.
“You like movies, too?” Dewitt asks him.
“Uh-huh.”
Dewitt takes a deep breath.
“One of my favorites,” he says, “is ‘Raiders Of The Lost Ark.’ The scene where Indy is telling everybody what to do, like to get to Cairo and all.”
“Indiana Jones! Wow!” says T. P.
“A classic,” adds Willie.
Dewitt continues.
“And they ask him what he’s going do and he says, ‘I don’t know. I’m making it up as I go along!’ – Well... ”
Willie lets out a whistle.
“Gee, ‘Just when you thought it was safe... ’” he says. “But can’t we help you, Doc?”
Dewitt looks at his wheelchair. His voice turns very serious.
“Yeah, now that you mention it. I’m going to need you to do something for me before you guys leave for Canada.”
Willie and T. P. look at each other in wonder. They mouth “Canada?” to each other.
“Canada? – What do you mean?” asks Willie.
Dewitt looks at the money. Then he holds up the Contract.
“I get this,” he says, waving the Contract. “And, you get... ”
He points to the money.
“... well, looks like about fifty thousand dollars. Enough to get you and T. P. in the business of cake making, I’d say.”
“Wow, Doc,” says Willie, with a small laugh. “We can buy lots of flour – and files – with that much moolah. I guess it is tainted money, after all.”
“It’s not like you haven’t earned it,” says Dewitt.
He looks down at his wheelchair.
“But, we’ve got to leave my ‘wheels’ here. – That will convince them you guys have bumped me off!”
“Bumped you off, yeah,” agrees Willie. “I see. They’ll soon forget about us, and the Contract, and all that. And the two of us will get away to our northern neighbor, as they say. And you, you. What you gonna do, Doctor Dewitt?”
“Hey,” says Dewitt, “remember the movie.”
The boys nod but they worry: What will become of Dewitt?
Then T. P. brightens.
“Wow, Canada!” he exclaims. “Another new state!”