01x12 - An Elephant Is Like a Rope

[bunniefuu]

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[groaning]

FBI..

I heard you before, the FBI.

[birds chirping]

Hey.

Hey.

'Hey.'

Hey.

Hey? Come on!

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[whirring]

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[whirring]

[engine revving]

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That's Mara's car.

So, who's driving it?

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[g*nsh*t]

[tires screeching]

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[car engine revving]

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[tires screeching]

[car engine cranking]

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[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin

Warner Brothers Production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott..

...Stephen Brooks.

With guests stars, Beau Bridges..

...Larry Gates.

Tonight's episode, "An Elephant Is Like A Rope."

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[car rattles]

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Oh, uh, uh, Lou

I-I forgot to cash your check this morning.

You, uh, you wouldn't have a spare five on you, would you?

That's great, I was gonna ask you.

Barbara went shopping this morning.

So, it looks like hotdogs at Cori's.

Can I help you?

FBI, the FBI.

This is the FBI.

Sir, sir, please! Let me get some help.

Sit. But try to sit down here.

Sir!

Sir!

[groans]

He, he got out of the elevator and he said

"Find the FBI" and..

Mr. Erskine, is he..

Get a nurse up here and call an ambulance.

Yes, sir.

Look after him.

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See where he came from?

[Rand] 'Hey, are those for real, inspector?'

As far as I can tell, yes.

[Rand] 'Well, they're pretty big bills.'

You're sure you didn't see the driver?

[Rand] 'No, sir, all I saw was a car parked illegally.'

I'll have it impounded.

Oh, I'd rather have it towed to the FBI garage

for laboratory checkup first.

I'll keep the Metropolitan Police force informed.

Well, alright, sir

if you can get me an okay for precinct.

Yeah, I'll phone 'em.

Alright, folks, let's break it up.

'Come on, nothin' more to see.'

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Well, you've had it.

They got the money and the kid.

Leaving the cash behind, I can do that if I have to.

The boy may have spotted us.

We'll have to see if we can do something about him.

What are you gonna do, walk right into

the FBI building?

The shape he's in, they'll take him to a hospital.

Lot of people die in hospitals.

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$496,000.

But whose?

The serial numbers still have to be checked, Mr. Ward.

After that the bills go in

for latent fingerprint examinations

and further lab tests.

Nothing in the National Stolen Property file?

Ransom pay-offs, extortion funds?

Bank robbery loot?

No, sir, not a thing.

Hmm. Well..

Whoever dug up this amount of money

has got to leave a hole somewhere, Jim.

And I want that hole found.

- Any word from Lewis? - Uh, yes, sir.

He called from the hospital a few minutes ago.

The subject is still unconscious

'they're preparing him for surgery.'

So, we still have no idea who he is?

Identification's still checking his fingerprints.

Chances are, a guy capable of a job like that

must have a record.

Unless, the money belongs to him, have you considered that?

Oh, yes, sir, I-I suppose it's a

it's a possibility, Mr. Ward

but I don't know, did he strike you

as a kind of person with a legitimate

half a million dollars?

He struck me as an unconscious young man

with an unexplained half a million dollars.

You take it from there, without pre-judging.

You're wasting your time, inspector.

Is that your considered opinion, doctor?

Oh, he'll make it.

The surgery wasn't that radical.

Just emergency intervention to relieve

brain pressure and hemorrhaging

caused, in my opinion by the impact of a b*llet.

There's very little tissue damage.

More on the order of an internal slow leak

that build up until he had a delayed

action blackout in your building.

Oh, he'll come around..

...but not to answer questions.

He'll be asking them.

Like, um, where am I, and what am I doing here?

If you want him bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

come back tomorrow and you'll have better luck.

I'll stay if you don't mind.

I don't mind if you take up residence.

No comment, Mr. Erskine.

But in my opinion, he's the best neurosurgeon

in the District of Columbia.

Only the district, Smedley?

Thank you for the dandy tribute.

Here's a colleague of yours to help you waste your time.

Your cap's crooked.

When I want defending, I'll ask for it.

- Hi. - Hi, yourself.

Get him back where he belongs.

What bit him?

Whatever it was, he probably bit it first.

- Are those laboratory reports? - Uh-huh.

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It's alright, he's still under. What do you got?

A lot more negatives than positives, I'm afraid.

'Let's see.'

Uh, the hair and fibers unit went over his clothing.

No laundry marks or unusual identifying indications.

Everything mass-produced and inexpensive

the kind you'd buy at any popular price chain store.

- Mm-hm. - Petrographic unit.

Traces of earth's seeds and grass..

[mumbles]

Ow..

Indicate he spend sometime recently in wooded country

somewhere within an approximate

'three hundred mile radius of Washington.'

What about ownership of the car?

Uh, no registration slip.

The Ohio tags are mutilated and scorched

as if the vehicle had been wrecked or burned..

...or both.

- Which it hadn't. - Oh, which it hadn't.

Which means that their license plates

probably came from a junkyard.

So, we'd have to back-track from the factory

to the first dealership delivery

to the various owners, it would take a lot of time.

Hm, next.

Uh, serology.

Subject's blood type is AB.

The stains in the money are AB.

Presumption, he touched his wounded head

and then the currency.

But uh, there were stains on his shirt that were Type O.

So, presumably, he had contact with a second injured person.

- Question is who? - That's a good question.

No answer.

Any, uh, fingerprints on the car?

Uh, yeah, uh, several isolated latents

all unidentified or unidentifiable.

[Jerry groaning]

'And, uh, the subject's own prints of course'

'but, uh...it's a dead end street.'

So, we, uh..

We checked and they're not on file

on either the criminal or civil section

of the identification division.

So, he's never had a phony arrest

which, uh, surprises me.

'He's obviously too young to have been'

'a member of the armed forces'

'or to have applied for a government job.'

That narrows it down, doesn't it?

[Jim] 'Sir.'

That only leaves one person to ask.

Him, when he wakes up.

That if he talks.

Should he decide to keep quiet

it...might mean half a million dollars for him.

'Up to this point we have a...questionable car'

some presumptive loot which nobody's reported stolen..

'...and Mr. X.'

All we have to do is find out

who he is and what he's done

and what he's guilty of

besides a parking violation.

All he has to do is keep quiet.

[footsteps approaching]

Hi.

Hi there, friend.

- What's your name? - Alan.

What's yours?

Mine?

I don't know.

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I don't know.

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Nobody's questioning your judgment

I'm simply asking if it's possible for a patient

to deceive a doctor into believing he has amnesia.

Of course, it's possible but not in this case.

Inspector, you and your men had been at this boy

'off and on for three days.'

You haven't broken his story.

I've tested him and I haven't broken it.

So, you don't think he's pretending?

I do not.

Now, if you're still unconvinced

I can put him under narco analysis.

The Bureau doesn't permit it.

Well, why not?

Oh, for the simple reason that the evidence

that might turn up isn't admissible in Federal Court.

You mean to say you people can't use

scopolamine or sodium pentathol?

That's right, or any of the other

so called "Truth serums."

But this is a very special circumstance.

That boy wants his past restored.

So does the FBI, doctor.

The FBI.

How about you, inspector?

Now, if that boy did commit a crime

and if all memory of it has been wiped out

in other words, if his personality

has been altered to the extent that he's no longer

capable of a criminal act..

...would you personally want him

changed back to what he was?

Let me put it this way.

My job is to find out what he was

what he did, and what he remembers.

My personal feelings have no more to do with it

than yours have when you prescribe for a patient.

I better look in on him.

Only the witch doctors know them. Uga Bauga!

And now that we've murmured the magic reframe..

♪ Tara-ra tan ta-ta-aa ♪♪

They're back together again.

How do you like that?

Hey, you, you put them back and we'll do it again.

Alright, young man.

It's time for you to have a little rest.

Do I have to?

Alan..

...you have to.

Come back next time and I'll show you how to do it, eh.

Okay, Alan, how about a ride back to bed?

[clears throat]

Oh, it's not against any rules or anything, is it?

[Smedley] 'Not a one.'

Here we go. Ah..

Well, hi, big shot.

Hi.

Alan, you come back and see me now, boy.

[chuckles]

That little kid's got a lot of courage in there.

The nurse says he'll have to wear those

braces the rest of his life.

'And he probably knows about it, but boy'

'he just won't give up.'

[sighs] I don't know what it's gonna be like for him

when he gets out of here, I mean, uh

no ball playin', no, uh..

Do you ever play yourself?

You still don't think it's all a blank, do you, inspector?

Have you got any idea what it's like to wake up

some morning in a world that you've never seen before?

Everybody's a stranger.

Every time that door opens, I-I say to myself

"This will be the time."

"This will be somebody I know."

Oh, what's the difference.

See you tomorrow.

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Would either one of you gentlemen

happen to know what this is?

It's like an electrocardiogram.

Lewis, you still think

our John Doe is faking amnesia?

Well, I think there's a remote possibility

he's covering something up, yes.

Hm.

What's this all about, Arthur?

I just received a very interesting letter

from, uh, Dr. Lovane. Let me read it to you.

"Mr. Arthur Ward, Assistant Director

of Federal Bureau of Investigation", so forth.

"Dear sir, your chief investigator, Erskine by name

"has been questioning patient John Doe

with regard to the genuineness of his amnesia."

"I myself have also been diligently quizzed

to a degree that a less amiable man myself might resent."

"I have informed Inspector Erskine

"that in my professional opinion

"John Doe is genuinely amnesiac

"due to a cranial injury

"and the surgery I performed to relieve it.

"Whether he will ultimately regain his memory

"I am unwilling at this time to guess.

"But in order, once and for all

"to establish his present condition

I have conducted an experiment."

Do you know what he did?

He give him an electrocardiogram

and while the machine was running

asked him questions about his past.

"Well, the test may not have been

up to your police standards."

- "Police standards?" - Yeah..

"I found no significant alteration of cardiac response

"to key questions which supports my opinion

"the patient is not faking.

Very sincerely yours."

Lewis, did you suggest any of this to him

'or even hint at it?'

Oh, Arthur, come on.

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Well, I'm sorry but..

Well, imagine him trying to prove a point

with something like this.

Hm, I wish he could.

This is one suspect I'd like to see proven innocent.

I just gotta get outta here.

[Erskine] 'But you'll be lost.'

You wouldn't know where to go.

I mean, you won't let me go?

It's not a question of that.

No formal charge has been lodged against you.

You're staying here because you're a patient.

- That's all. - Oh, good.

Then I'm getting out of here the minute they say I can.

Well, you may have a little problem with that money.

Look, I don't want the money

and I don't care if you'll never find out where it came from.

I gotta find out where I came from.

Where I belong, who I belong to?

Well, believe me, we're tryin' to find that out too.

But don't forget, somebody shot you.

And if you go wandering around, they may try again.

There's so many things I don't understand.

Uh, the money.

Now, why doesn't somebody put in a claim for it?

Why doesn't somebody put in a claim for me?

Too many have since you made the headlines.

And you'd be surprised how many people want you in the family

once they've heard you've got a half a million dollars.

Y-you mean to say that you've been turning people away

without me even seeing them?

Why?

Come on.

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Is that all?

Yes, I think we have all we need.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

And don't forget the name

Mrs. Harmony Butler.

And let me know when I can see the little stinker.

I know he's my son, I'll just bet on it.

I don't care if you do put him in jail.

All I want, the money he took out of my purse.

Oh, you had all that money in your purse?

It was loaded.

Don't forget the name, Mrs. Harmony Butler.

[sighs]

Well, that's eight fraudulents you've seen personally.

Or, uh, did she stir any memories?

[chuckles] Well, the only thing she stirred

was the hair in the back of my neck.

[chuckles] Most of them would.

That's why we kept you out of it.

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And you described your cousin as, um..

Oh, he's like me.

I'll say he's out of sight.

But not quite as sophisticated.

[rattling]

Hey, kid.

You're disturbing my thinking.

You see, the deal is that my cousin

wrote me these letters sayin'..

He said somethin' about how he's makin' all of his bread..

Money.

I see.

Now, if you'll just, um..

...give us your name and address.

You want me to write it?

Do you mind?

It's a mistake! Forget it.

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Daniel's his name.

He'd be, uh..

...uh, I can't remember for sure.

Maybe 30, or maybe or in his 20s

'like the lad over there.'

But he's a good boy, mister.

He'd sure take care of his pop

if he knew I could use some of that money.

And when did you last see your son, mister, Mr. Hogan?

Why, him and me was..

Oh, what am I lyin' for?

The last time I saw Dan, it was the night

they sent him to the chair for m*rder.

'My little boy..'

Only he wasn't no little boy anymore.

He was a stranger.

[sobbing] I'm sorry, mister.

Oh, saints, forgive me for trying to make

a buck out of Danny in his grave.

[sighs]

One act.

Including the 11th hour penance.

Erskine, I want temporary surveillance

on the man who just left here.

How many down-and-outers have you seen

with manicured fingernails?

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I think they bought my story

but with those boys, you never know.

They might even have a tail on me, so watch your step.

Never mind the advice. Did the kid mention us?

[Mr. Hogan] 'Still hasn't got his memory back.'

Will he ever get it back?

Well, let me put it this way

if I were in your spot

I'd be ready when they turn him loose

then I'd k*ll him.

[theme music]

Well, that car that you enquired about, Mr. Ellwood

was delivered in the O2 Harvest Motors

Des Moines, Iowa in July 1963.

And they tell us they sold it to a Mrs. Otto Foshay of that city.

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My goodness, yes, I remember it

but that was one of the nicest cars I ever owned.

Mr. Foshay bought it for me back in..

August, 1963.

Well, anyhow

we really did hate to part with that car

but Otto had some business reverses last year

and we decided we really didn't need another car

in the family, so, we sold it to Henry.

- Henry, ma'am? - Henry Steelbridger.

They used to live next door

right after they moved to Indianapolis.

Uh, I believe Henry worked for, uh

some big music store there.

He was a piano tuner, you know.

[instrumental music]

Henry Steelbridger? Yeah.

He works here.

But you got the wrong man.

Did this one live in Des Moines at one time?

Oh, how could I know?

Anyhow, he's working up at Fort Winn branch today.

You're going to arrest him, eh?

I wanna ask him a few questions.

Ah, come back tomorrow.

Oh, why don't you go and bother people that are not busy?

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Anything?

One of the boys just to cover him back

now I can cover the ambulance exit.

There's no other way he can leave.

Rules are rules, inspector.

You have yours, I have mine.

It would be highly unethical

for me to hold a patient here against his will

when he's recovered sufficiently

to justify his release.

Has he recovered to that extent, doctor?

Physically. And he wants out.

What about the amnesia?

He's demanding his release in spite of it.

He wants to find out who he is.

He seems to think you never will.

We may have a definite lead by tomorrow.

You know what I think, Lou?

I think the good doctor here is putting us on.

Squaring accounts with us because we chewed him out

about that electrocardiograph thing.

'Uh, no, doctor, I-I don't see you'

as the kind of man who would let a patient walk

right out into danger.

Who's your friend, inspector?

That's a perceptive young man you have for an assistant.

You're quite right, Mr. Rhodes. I wouldn't.

Doctor.

Smedley, can't you ever learn to knock?

It's our amnesia patient.

He's walked right out of the hospital.

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[truck engine rumbling]

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Come on, buddy. You're getting on or not?

I, uh..

Where do you wanna go?

Never mind, forget it. I-I'm sorry.

[bus engine rumbling]

[music continues]

Look, if you really wanna leave here

at least let someone know.

Where do I go?

Where do I go?

Why would the FBI be interested

in the car I used to own?

Just routine, Mr. Steelbridger.

Now, as I understand it, you bought it in 1963

from a Mr. and Mrs. Otto Foshay.

In Des Moines.

And you disposed of it when?

Hmm, about six months later.

I traded up for a year later model at the..

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Can you recall who you sold

the Steelbridger car to, Mr. Jason?

Can I rec.. Can I..

Oh, I just like to get my hands on that guy.

Well, I don't know what I'm complainin' about.

It's my own fault, I got suckered into this thing.

Fellow comes drivin' in here

like he'd come a long way and fast

said his car need the lot of work on it

but he didn't want to wait.

Said he'd just rather turned in on somethin' in good shape

and be on his way.

So, I showed him the Steelbridger car

and we made a deal.

[laughs] Did we make a deal.

Some deal.

Well, in-in what way, Mr. Jason?

Well, this fellow sounded so honest.

I-I mean, the way he come clean

about the terrible shape his car was in

a-and he paid me the difference in cash

gave me a $500 bill.

Then, there was this hitchhiker with him.

Nice looking young fellow. 16, 17-years-old.

That's another thing made me feel like I could trust him.

How'd I know the registration slip would be a phony?

And then what is this place?

They turned out to be phonies too.

Probably got them off a junker.

He did the same pattern on the car you sold him.

Yeah, sure, he did. Of course, he did.

Here I am stuck with what could be hot merchandise.

I can't even re-sell this till I trace the title.

Mr. Jason, we'd like your permission

to go over this car

for fingerprints and other possible evidence.

We can do it right here, if you like.

Help yourself.

Oh, wait a minute, here's somethin' else

I wanna show you.

Doggone guy drove out of here so fast after he made the deal

poor hitchhiker didn't even get a chance

'to transfer his gear.'

[instrumental music]

[Mr. Callander] "'Today's boy is tomorrow's man.'

'His future is in our hands.'"

My wife and I have dedicated our lives to it.

And to the orphan boys who are left here

to become men we could be proud of.

As proud, as if they were our own sons.

You know, inspector, I'm a very lucky man

to have had the money to have supported

an establishment like this.

I'd say the boys you've raised

have been even luckier, Mr. Callander.

Well, at least to my knowledge

none of them went out of here to become thieves.

And that especially includes Jerry Foley.

You know, when you told me what had happened, well..

I just..

Well, look, what I mean is

that you could suspect a boy like this of embezzlement.

How old is he, sir?

Seventeen.

He came to us when he was barely two.

His entire family had been k*lled

in a fire in a hotel.

Tragic.

Well, he was young enough to adjust quickly

and...he had a quality of character

that distinguished him from the average.

It was an aptitude, uh

a special way of getting on with younger children

as if he was some kind of, well, an older brother to them.

I frankly look forward to having him join our staff

when the proper time comes.

I'd hardly entertain such an idea

if I thought the boy was dishonest.

You know, he could've stolen from me.

There's plenty of opportunity, but he didn't

he couldn't and he wouldn't.

No, inspector.

The money that boy brought into that building with him

did not come from here.

And yet, there was the car

the blood stains, and his wound.

Inspector, have you ever heard

of the fable of the three blind men

who first encountered an elephant?

No, I can't say I have.

Well, the first blind man

he touched the elephant's trunk and he said, uh

"An elephant is like a snake."

The second blind man, he felt the elephant's leg

and he disagreed, he said

"An elephant is like a tree."

The third blind man

he reached up and grabbed the elephant by its tail.

And then he argued

that the first two were clearly mistaken.

He said, "An elephant is like a rope."

And he was right.

And so were the others.

An elephant is like a rope

if all you got hold of is its tail.

'Inspector.'

This boy didn't commit any crime.

He merely wanted to see more of the country

he left with my blessing.

'If he hitched-hiked into trouble'

I know he did so inadvertently.

I know that because he's not capable

of hurting anyone.

Lou?

I got through.

I, uh, spoke to Mr. Ward.

What is it, Jim?

A body was found in the woods

nine miles outside of, uh, Warrington.

A beating and t*rture victim.

The Virginia authorities

they put a hold on Jerry Foley.

'Suspicion of m*rder.'

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[woman on speaker] 'Calling Dr. Stevens. Dr. Stevens please..'

Officer!

Well, that's what we need around here, a cheery patient.

What's the matter? You got the pip?

There might be a cure for that.

Okay, so you're under guard. It could be worse.

You could be in a cell. I've kept you from that.

Now, take that shirt off and sit here on the bed.

I haven't got all day.

[dramatic music]

- Well? - Well, that does it.

We'll never get to him now.

Let's clear out of here.

[instrumental music]

You know, you are entitled to see a lawyer.

I don't want a lawyer.

Well, what have we here

an unconscious desire to be punished for something?

I don't know, doctor.

I still don't know anything about myself.

I know they say my name is Foley

and that I come from an orphanage in Kansas.

Well, that doesn't mean a thing.

I still don't know anything about myself.

I understand they gave you a pretty good character reference.

Must've been some dreadful mistake.

- How do I know I did-- - 'Quiet!'

- How do I know I didn't k*ll-- - Shh! Lock the flap.

What I was trying to say is, how do I know

I didn't k*ll that man in Virginia?

Now, they must think I did it

or they wouldn't be holding me here.

And-and his blood type matches the stains on my shirt.

Alright, alright, uh

and don't forget the grass and the soil on your trousers

and the tire tread that matched the car you drove.

It's all circumstantial, but if you like it

help yourself.

'How doctor?'

How what?

How do I help myself?

[dramatic music]

Tell me!

[upbeat music]

I don't know what you expect to find here, inspector.

- We've been over this-- - What's that?

I said we've been over this car four times.

Wait a minute!

How's that for hi-fi?

Isn't that something?

[laughs] It'll even go louder.

Oh, uh, bothering you fellas?

No, not at a..

Not at all.

[all chuckle]

Wait a minute.

Scott, try the push buttons on that radio.

Wrong settings for this area.

I can try it manually.

No, no, never mind.

Make a log of the frequencies it's set for.

There can't be too many places in this country

where all five settings

correspond to broadcasting stations.

'If we locate the right one, we'll know'

where this car came from

and the driver and the half a million.

[instrumental music]

And, um, in reference to the status

of the Fanon Presica fraud investigation..

[phone rings]

Mr. Ward's office.

Oh, yes, inspector, just a moment.

It's Inspector Erskine in Indianapolis.

Hello, Lewis. How are ya?

[Lewis] 'Fine, fine.'

Good, good.

Well, Lewis, your hunch paid off on those car radio settings.

Northern Nevada is the only place

for all five stations are adjacent and on the air.

Northern Nevada.

Well, this thing finally begins to make some kind of sense.

Half a million in big bills fits him perfectly

with Reno and Vegas.

And Rodeo, Lewis. Rodeo, Nevada.

That's the place where all five radio stations are.

And, Lewis, here's something else that might tie in.

The resident agent in Rodeo..

Uh, Blackwell, yes.

[Ward] 'Yeah, that's right, Blackwell.'

Oh, Blackwell has heard rumors through an informant

there's a possible ill*gal concealment of gambling profits

at an establishment called Lucky's Club.

That's Lucky Sandstone proprietor.

You better go see Blackwell personally.

Right. Rodeo, Nevada, we'll take the first flight out.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Roy, any problem getting here without company?

No, sir. I-I was careful.

Sit down.

This is Inspector Erskine, Special Agent Rhodes.

How do I know?

Roy has been dealing blackjack in Lucky's club

for the past several months.

Tell 'em about Morra, Roy.

Well, Sam Morra was head hit boss at the club

until he quit about ten days ago to go east.

Only the word is, he didn't just leave.

He went with almost a half a million

of Lucky Sandstone's money.

Did Sandstone report this to the police?

He couldn't.

His cashier was siphoning off the top of the profits.

So he kept quiet?

Just, uh, wrote it off?

Not exactly. Well, he kept quiet.

But he sent a couple of the boys after Morra.

You know, with a contract on 'em.

They got back in today

but they didn't have the money.

Man, if Sandstone ever thinks they pulled

the FBI back with them..

Let's get back to Morra.

Well, they k*lled him.

Caught up with him in some place in Virginia

and...beat him to death.

Was anything said about a third person in all this?

A younger accomplice?

No.

I don't know anything about an accomplice, but uh..

...they said, some guy came out of the woods

while they were beating up on Morra..

...and scared him off.

You know Morra, Morra might've told him

to go to the Bureau.

A way of getting even, he must've known he was finished.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Moberly.

Don't think it's been a pleasure.

Well?

We still don't have enough to move on him.

All hearsay from an informant

no evidence to substantiate any of it.

What we need is concrete proof

based on the siphoning of profits.

If we could just get a look at Sandstone's books.

That's our starting point.

We need a search warrant for the Lucky Club.

Yes, sir.

How many agents do you have available?

Two.

That'll have to be it.

[dramatic music]

Are there any other agents in the Casino?

I see.

[phone beeping]

Hold on.

Yeah.

Already?

Let 'em wait.

I'll call you.

Listen..

The FBI's already here.

Send Macklin and Ventura over right now.

Make sure you send 'em in the back way.

Then tell Ernie which way they're coming.

Down the steps and past the pool.

Is that clear?

Send them in.

Beat it.

- Gentlemen. - Mr. Sandstone.

Yes, sir.

- How do you do? - Inspector Erskine, FBI.

- Special Agent Rhodes. - Well, sit down, sit down.

- Can I fix you a drink? - No, thank you.

- You, Mr. Rhodes? - No, thanks.

Well, what's the problem?

We believe you have a couple of men

who just came in from the east.

Right. A Mr. Macklin and a Mr. Ventura.

Two of the nicest guys you ever wanna meet.

I'd like to talk to them if you don't mind.

What a coincidence. I just called them over.

As a matter of fact..

...they ought to be comin' down the steps just about now.

[dramatic music]

Hello, boys. Welcome back.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nshots]

Jim.

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Quicker for us to do it than you, inspector.

Let's go.

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Well, as far as Sandstone is concerned

I guess it made some kind of crude sense.

To him at least, he knew when we had him

for siphoning millions off the top

he knew Rhodes would examine his books

and he knew the two he'd sent against Morra

would testify against him if they were caught.

- Hm. - And they would've been caught.

So, he had them liquidated.

I suppose, he figured the law could only execute him once.

Come on.

Jean, is the boy here?

Yes, sir.

Hello, Jerry.

Mr. Callander is on his way.

You, uh..

...think you're ready to talk to him now?

Yes, sir.

Nervous?

Yeah.

There's no need to be.

[phone buzzing]

Yes?

[Jean] 'Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Callander'

'are here from the airport.'

Alright, send them in.

Mr. Erskine, how are you?

Mr. Callander.

Assistant Director Ward.

How are ya?

And you know Jerry.

How are you, Jerry?

You haven't changed much.

No, sir.

Grown a little.

Older maybe, huh?

Yes, sir.

I enjoyed the trip back.

Did Mom Callander come with you?

- You remember? - Yeah.

[chuckles] Yeah, I remember.

Come on, son, let's go home.

Let's get out of here.

[instrumental music]

Thanks.

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