 It is late at night, and the wind howls over the desolate countryside. In the darkness, a man runs frantically through the woods, trying to elude his pursuers. I've got to shake him, or it'll mean a ten-year stretch. Stop, or we'll shoot! That's twice they've got me in the same arm. There's a house with a light in it. My only chance. If I stick to these trees, they won't be able to see me.