Meanwhile, Officer Maybourn was letting Brick out of jail. He had no idea who put him in there, since he obviously wasn't a criminal. But he was going to find out.
However, the escaped murderer and the dead police officer took priority. In the confusion, he forgot about the disoriented and seemingly harmless man. And not knowing who he was, former hardened criminal Brick then left the police station in search of his identity.
He travelled the streets. Nothing seemed familiar to him. "Can I help you, son?" A voice said. He turned. It was a priest.
"I...who am I?"
"Let's get you inside," the man said. "I just heard on the radio a murderer escaped from jail tonight. It isn't safe out here. We'll get you a change of clothes and a hot meal."
Inside, the priest left him alone in a room with clothing of all types that had been donated, while he went to call the police.
Brick somehow succeeded in pulling out a complete set of clothes that had belonged to one person, and even though they didn't seem to be his size, he started slipping them on.
