02x17 - The Courier

[bunniefuu]

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[speaking in foreign language]

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[door opens]

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I'll give you a nickel if you can keep from laughing.

[laughing]

- I was asleep. - Oh, sure.

No question about it, I could tell.

Juliet, how can I sleep when I have so much to think about?

What if I don't like America?

No, you'll love America.

What if the Kenyon's don't like me?

Will you take me back?

I'm going to be so lonesome.

Why can't you stay with me?

I'll be with you for about a week.

And then what?

Oh, then I'll have to come back here to Chon-Quan

to be with the other children.

Oh, but you'll have a lovely new home

and a, a pretty room all of your own..

...and new parents who love you and friends.

You're my friend. I don't want any other friends.

Juliet..

Look what time it is.

Do you know that we have to be up

and out at the airport by 8 o'clock tomorrow?

Come on. Come on. In you go.

Goodnight, Linn.

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[door opens]

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Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?

No, not at all.

I was expecting you, Captain Cheiu.

I'm sorry I wasn't here when you came in.

I didn't mind waiting.

I was reading your beautiful capitalistic book.

I've received information from America

the material is in our hands.

Good.

Now, you must pick it up.

Your contact in Los Angeles has been confirmed.

- John Karl? - John Karl.

He'll have the microfilm.

- You know his address? - Yes.

Well..

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I want to wish you Godspeed and good luck

for old times' sake.

Thank you, Cheiu.

To the communist party.

To victory.

[Captain Cheiu] 'To victory.'

[glasses clinking]

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[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin, Warner Bros. production.

Starring, Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring, Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks

with guest stars, Ruth Roman..

...Gene Hackman..

...Phyllis Love.

Tonight's episode, "The Courier."

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The spy hunt for Juliet and Sinclair

began in Denver, Colorado

seven thousand miles from Chon-Quan.

Atomic scientist, Lloyd Rudkin fell or jumped

from the ninth floor of a downtown hotel.

Rudgin had had access to the top secret plans

for a cobalt b*mb.

They were missing.

Thoroughly searched, his room turned up one small lead.

A charred note containing a barely discernible name

John Davies, LA.

Alright, stay on it.

And check all the variants you can think of.

John Davies, Dave Johnson, Dave Davies.

Nothing in bureau files.

Didn't we check on Rudkin's coworkers

friends and relatives?

That could lead back to Berth. No luck.

I just talked to Los Angeles

they list four John C Davies

in the Southern California area.

Now, three of them are clear, but Duran isn't

too happy about the fourth one.

He's a salesman, about 50, single

came to Hollywood in '61 and there's no information

on him prior to that time.

Is he under surveillance?

Only we haven't been able to locate him yet.

The neighbor says he was on a sales trip to Denver.

Well, tell Duran we'll be out by, um, 4 p.m.

And circulate Davies' description

to all the Western states including Mexico and to Canada.

Alright.

Well, the pressure has already begun.

I got a call from the Pentagon before I came up here.

If the specifications Rudgin stole get out of the country

the Reds will gain at least a year on us.

And that's a time gap we can't afford to have closed.

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[female #1 on PA] 'May I have your attention, please?'

'We will be landing at'

'Los Angeles International Airport'

'in approximately 15 minutes.'

'Kindly fasten your seat belts'

'and observe the no smoking sign.'

'Thank you.'

Baby, you're safe, you're with me.

Golly, what was that? A nightmare?

Yes.

Do you want to tell me about it?

The way you were shivering, you must have dreamt

the communists had caught you.

I was just alone.

Well, you're not alone now.

Sweetheart, what's bothering you?

Nothing.

Now, come on.

We've never had any secrets from each other.

We've always been close, haven't we?

Yes.

Well?

Linn, do you remember the night I found you in--

I remember the fires when the communists came.

Baby, that's all behind you now.

Sometimes terrible things happen in wars.

The Reds do terrible things.

'They're terrible people.'

Baby..

Juliet, say it.

Well, of course they're terrible people.

Do I have to say it?

Fasten your seat belts, please.

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[tires screeching]

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- There they are. - Where?

Right, right there, by the passport desk.

Open your case, Linn.

Mr. Kenyon..

I never been so scared in my life.

What if she doesn't like us?

Oh, she'll like us. She'll like us.

- Mr. Kenyon. - Yes. What?

Mr. Kenyon, how did you happen to decide on adopting

one of Ms. Sinclair's girls?

Well, we admire the work that, uh

Ms. Sinclair was doin' in Chun Quan

and, uh, we thought we'd like to help.

Well, is that why she's coming back to America?

Just to ,uh, bring the child?

Well, she's probably a little home sick too.

It's been 20 years since, she was--

Yeah, that's all, now. Please.

Do you know Ms. Sinclair personally?

No, just through her books. Now please.

Thank you, Ms. Sinclair. Have a good trip.

Thank you.

[female on P.A] 'Flight 577'

'...flagship for Washington, departing at gate five.'

'All aboard, please.'

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Oh, come on, Linn.

Come on.

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Ms. Sinclair, this is my wife, Phyllis.

Oh, how do you do?

You look just like your pictures.

Oh, thank you. This is Linn.

Linn, this is Mr. and Mrs. Kenyon.

Your new parents.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

How are you?

Welcome to America.

[female on P.A] 'Final call.'

'Flight 577..'

[indistinct chattering]

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[sobbing]

Hello, Bryan.

Lou, good to see you again.

- You remember Jim? - Jim, how are you?

Fine, thank you. How are you?

How do we stand?

Davies' house number is 9322.

Uh, not a sign of him so far.

'He's evidently our boy though.'

'The snapshot was found in his office.'

He's been identified as John Carl Ludwig.

What do the files show?

Ludwig's been a member of the communist party since 1943.

He was reportedly k*lled in Havana in 1959.

Any further word from Denver?

No.

Ludwig may know by now that Rudkin's dead.

That could be why he hasn't come back here.

He, uh, might fear a stake-out.

Well, why couldn't he try to get the specifications

out of the country himself?

Not Ludwig's pattern.

He's more apt to be the middle man in a transfer.

The broker.

Well, let's cover the international air

and shipping carriers anyway.

Right. What about surveillance here?

Keep it maximum. 24 hours a day.

I want a complete report on everyone

who approaches that door.

No matter who it is.

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[doorbell ringing]

[Herb] 'I'll get it.'

- Taxi. - Oh, yeah.

She'll be right with you.

I don't know. I-I think I ought to be here when she gets up.

Oh, you don't worry about it. It'll be alright.

You go on.

Doctor will be here in just a few minutes.

A man, we've known for ten years.

We'll see what we can find out.

You go on. Relax. Okay?

Alright. Bye.

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Yes, ma'am, where to?

Uh, 9322, Viola Street.

[engine cranking]

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Are you sure this is it, lady?

What?

I don't think there's anybody home.

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You know, I think you better take me back.

[engine cranking]

Car 31, stop cab 561 heading west on Viola.

- We'll be right there. - Will do.

[door shuts]

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- Yeah? - FBI.

What is it?

I wonder if we may have a word with you, ma'am.

Why, yes.

[clearing throat]

Detective Erskine, FBI.

Inspector, I don't understand.

What is your name, please?

Juliet Sinclair.

Well, I'm a quiet admirer of yours, Ms. Sinclair.

Oh, well, thank you.

Inspector, what's wrong?

Um, would you mind stepping back there, please?

Sure.

[crickets chirping]

Are you a friend of John Davies, Ms. Sinclair?

Oh, no, not a personal friend.

He's mailed us money and clothes. Why?

I wonder if you'd mind telling us

why you came to his house?

Oh, well, one of the children sent him a gift.

Oh, really, may I see it?

Why, certainly.

It's a belt.

Oh, dear.

Well, I'm not very good at that sort of thing

but, perhaps I can help you.

- W-would you? - Of course.

- Here we are. - Oh, thank you.

It's a hand woven belt.

The children are very, very good at this sort of thing.

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So my office was broken into.

- I beg your pardon. - I mean at the orphanage, I..

I thought the packet looked different.

Inspector, what does this mean?

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No, it's alright.

Angel, it's alright.

You're home.

Now, Phyllis, I wouldn't get too close to her for a while.

But I think it's just fatigue and a cold

but let's check her out at the hospital first.

At the hospital?

Yeah, what's the matter with you?

You take this child to a hospital

and you'll scare her to death.

I mean, is it absolutely necessary?

Well, let's check the temperature first.

Honey, how would you like a nice hot bowl of chicken soup?

Phyllis, chicken soup isn't the cure

for all the worlds ills.

Go make the chicken soup.

[chuckles]

Alright, let's see what we've got.

- Well, temperature's normal. - Oh!

Oh, you see.

Okay, thanks a lot for stopping by, Evan.

You send your bill to my office, will you?

- Hey-- - Come on, Ev, she doesn't lik--

- You scare her. - Oh, for goodness sakes.

Good riddance, huh, honey?

And nobody is gonna hurt my little girl.

- Juliet? - Julie.

Julie will protect you too.

You're in America now

and you don't have to worry about anything.

- Reds. - What, sweetheart?

Reds.

Reds? Oh, no, no, no, there're no Reds here.

There are no communists. No monsters.

Just you and I.

But there were..

[whimpering]

...at the orphanage.

There was a captain, dressed like a beggar.

It's true.

I saw him..

...in Juliet's office.

[sobbing] She knew him.

Oh, no, no, no. Baby, you just had a bad dream.

No.

No. I saw them.

He told her to pick up some microfilm.

Some microfilm?

- Y-yes. - Oh.

No, no, baby.

[sobbing continues]

You probably did just have a bad dream.

Just to make sure, I'll tell the police.

Okay?

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Thank you.

Well, you see, we've never had any locks on the doors.

And you think, this, uh, beggar you noticed around the orphanage

may have gotten into your office somehow

and switched packages?

Well, I really don't know who else it could have been.

Why do you think he'd try a thing like that, uh

Miss Sinclair?

Well, possibly

he and Mr. Davies were working together.

Oh, you see it as a plot then.

I mean, uh, Davies notified the beggar

you'd be bringing him this gift?

Yes, you see..

I wrote to Mr. Davies

oh, I guess it was about six months ago.

And I told him I was coming to Los Angeles with Linn.

And he wrote back and said

he'd like to have something from the orphanage.

He mentioned, oh, a belt.

And, uh, how did you happen

to write to Davies in particular?

'Oh, I didn't.'

I corresponded with all of our friends here

in southern California.

- A mimeographed letter. - Oh, I see.

And the-the beggar substituted

ten thousand dollars for a belt.

I guess so.

Although I don't know what he could possibly buy

with money like that.

Like what?

Well, surely, it can't be real.

- Can it? - Why not?

I've read about oriental rings doing this all the time.

Putting counterfeit money in travelers' luggage

and then picking it up here in America.

Do you, uh, do you bring many of your children

to the United States for adoption, Miss Sinclair?

Oh, no, never.

I mean, Linn's the first one.

You see, the Kenyons took such an interest in her in Tokyo

when I first met them

and then, I hadn't been to America in a long time.

Excuse me? Uh, Lou, could I see you for a moment?

I just, uh, checked with the lab and they confirmed

the fact that the money is counterfeit

so she was right in the first place.

Well, that'll be all, Miss Sinclair.

Thanks for coming down.

Oh, I wish I could have been more help.

Do you have my address if you need me?

I'll be staying with the Kenyons.

Yes.

Uh, by the way, my, uh

associate tells me you were right, uh..

The money is counterfeit.

Really?

- That's quite a woman. - Oh.

- Put her under surveillance. - Yes, sir.

Juliet Sinclair?

Round the clock.

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[doorbell dinging]

Oh, I'll get it.

Well, we were beginning to think you were lost.

How is she?

[Mrs. Kenyon] She's asleep.

Now, Linn's alright, I gave her a sedative.

She had quite a story to tell me.

All about a communist captain that

'was dressed as a beggar, who came to your office.'

How'd it go with you?

John Carr wasn't there, but the FBI was.

They've got your counterfeit money now.

I did dream up a story about a gift from the orphans.

Are you sure she knows?

We did everything you suggested.

The full treatment.

Love, sympathy. She poured it all out.

'Apparently she was standing outside the office'

'when Captain Cheiu was inside.'

So, what do we do now?

k*ll her?

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Lou.

The, uh, the customs inspector who inspected, uh

Miss Sinclair's luggage is Ellicott Hill.

Durant's talking with him now.

- Any word on Ludwig? - No.

What about Miss Sinclair?

Well she hasn't left the Kenyon house

since she got back last night.

Kenyon himself went to work at the usual time.

He's a-an account executive with Field and Harris.

No police record, no derogatory information.

on neither him or his wife.

No, there wouldn't be.

Juliet Sinclair would never

arrange that obvious a contact

with party members.

[sighs]

Lou, I don't think you're on the right track--

Jim, wise and celebrated humanitarians

have worked against their own country before this.

- It happens. - You've read her books.

Juliet Sinclair does not sympathize with the communists.

Did Benedict Arnold go around praising the British?

- I still think-- - No, no.

Let's-let's examine it, Jim.

John Carr Ludwig, alias John Davies

has some specifications to sell, right?

Alright.

'A woman turns up at his door'

'with ten thousand dollars in cash.'

Counterfeit.

That would have been his worry.

Now look at what happened.

The FBI stops her outside Davies' door.

What is she doing there?

Now if she says she came to visit a friend

she's in trouble.

The FBI might happen to know

that the friend is a communist.

'She obviously didn't drive out there'

'to deliver greetings from her children.'

'She could have telephoned.'

But she does have a package, a gift.

Now, what could be more disarming than

than to hand it over?

Hmm.

And you're, uh, positive there were no

gift wrapped packages in her luggage?

No, sir.

There were no packages at all.

Did Miss Sinclair appear all nervous when you, uh

checked her bags?

No, sir, not particularly.

Although the little girl seemed a little upset.

Oh? In what way?

Oh, tense, emotional.

About to cry.

'As a matter of fact, she really let loose'

'when they got outside the gates.'

'Sobbed and screamed.'

Well, of course everybody was crowdin' around

the TV lights being on and everything.

- News program? - Yes, sir. Channel 30.

See if you can get a print of that film.

Alright.

Yeah, poor little kid.

I really felt sorry for her.

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Hi, sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

I wanted to tuck you in last night

but when I got back, they told me

you had already gone to sleep.

Linn.

You know, I've been thinking..

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea

bringing you here to a strange land.

To strange people.

But I wanted you to be safe.

Honey..

What if we forgot all about this adoption business

and we flew home together?

No.

Thought we were always friends.

The communist are your friends.

- Oh, Linn. - No.

I saw you at the office.

- Juliet-- - You don't understand, Linn.

Adults have to do things sometimes.

[sobbing] No!

You didn't have to do this.

You didn't have to be on their side and lie.

No, listen to me, don't shut me out, please.

Don't close the door on me, Linn, please.

- No. - You can talk to me, Linn.

- Please, listen to me. - No!

- Linn, please. - No.

[sobbing]

Oh, sweetheart.

'Don't cry, baby. It's alright.'

It's alright, sweetheart.

Oh!

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Satisfied?

Well, we have to do it soon.

I can't go on sedating her forever.

Everybody warns you, don't have favorites.

Don't make pets.

This girl cut me to pieces the first time I saw her.

She was six.

I'd just met Captain Cheiu.

He was on the other side, then.

I was still a good capitalist.

Trying to keep the orphanage together.

Trying to understand what was happening in China.

Trying to write.

Cheiu showed me what the fight was all about.

Why communism was right.

Cruel sometimes, but right.

He took me into the jungles.

Into the villages.

That's when I first saw Linn.

I found her..

...sitting next to her mother's body.

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There were no other relatives, so I took her home with me.

And she was my little girl.

You know..

...from then on.

Phyllis?

You ready for this? I just talked to Ludwig.

Where is he? What happened?

He was in his way home when he heard that

Rudkin had k*lled himself.

He was afraid there might've been a note

so he headed for downtown LA, he's been there ever since.

I suppose he figured it's finally quiet enough to surf us.

He's at this number, he wants to talk to you.

Julie, how are you going to handle it?

He can't come here with the material.

We can't get to him without being followed.

'Hotel Lang.'

Room 14, please.

[telephone ringing]

- 'Yes?' - John Carl?

Well, it's been a long time since

anyone has called me John Carl.

- How are you, darling? - Worried to death.

How would you expect me to be?

Worried about what? Over your job?

- Stop it. - Well, tell me then.

Over you. Naturally. You.

One week together half a world away..

...I don't know how many years ago.

You still remember John Carl?

Do you still remember?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I waited, uh, at your house for over two hours.

I couldn't imagine what had happened to you.

And there weren't any police?

Police? At your house?

No, there weren't any.

So..

Then my luck still holds.

Well, then I, uh, started to think that, uh..

...maybe he wasn't able to get the material.

'Oh, I've got it.'

- Have you had it microfilmed? - 'Yes.'

'Wonderful. Alright, it's about noon now.'

Address it to Kenyon's office

and drop it in one of those rapid delivery ABCDE mail boxes.

Drop it in a..

Darling, are you drunk?

Why?

Well, I'm certainly not gonna send it off

without being paid.

I'll bring the money to your house tonight.

Oh, well, fine, uh, then I'll give you the microfilm.

No, no, Kenyon won't go for that.

He's got the money, but he won't give it to me

until he has the microfilm in his hands.

I've argued until I'm blue in the face.

- It's no use. - Then it's a stand off.

Because I'm not letting it out of my hands

until I get the 50,000.

John Carl, you are not thinking.

What?

You still have the original, haven't you?

Well, of course.

Well, then, mail the microfilm

and when he gets it, he'll give me the money

and I'll bring it to your house tonight.

'Then you'll have the money and the original.'

'And a chance to sell it all over again.'

'Cheiu isn't the only one who would pay for'

'specifications like that.'

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Well, John Carl, will I be seeing you?

You tell Kenyon I'll mail the film in about ten minutes.

It should be delivered to his office

about 3:00 this afternoon.

Until tonight, darling.

Until tonight, darling.

He's armed. They'll never take him alive.

No, they won't.

What the point in having him keep the original?

Wouldn't it have been safer to have him burn it?

I want my inspector to have something to find.

Then I think he'll let me alone.

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[dramatic music]

Lou.

Control to Blue Unit. Move in, it's Ludwig.

'Use extreme caution.'

Ludwig.

'John Ludwig?'

FBI.

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Hold it.

[g*nshots]

Hold it.

[g*nsh*t]

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Rudkin papers?

[birds chirping]

Check for anything else.

What's the matter, Lou?

Somebody set him up. Just too easy.

I don't think they'd have tried

unless there was another copy of this somewhere.

Double the surveillance on Sinclair and the Kenyon's.

I want to know every move they make.

- When they make it. - Right.

Do we have a list of everyone who's visited the house

in the last couple of days?

Yeah.

I want to see it.

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[man on radio] '...identified as John Carl Ludwig was shot to death'

'in Hollywood late this afternoon by agents of the FBI.'

'According to bureau spokesman who said earlier in the day..'

Yes? Oh, wonderful.

I hate to ask for space at the last minute

especially on an overseas flight.

No, that will be for one.

Yes.

Oh, what time would you like me at the airport?

An hour before.

Well, that would make it nine.

Thank you very much.

Want me to call you a cab or shall I drive you up?

Call a cab.

Was there a cancellation?

Ten o'clock flight.

I'm gonna miss you very, very much.

You know, Juliet, for a realist you have

some very funny hang ups.

Listen, Herb.

once I get home and Cheiu has the film..

...try to explain to Linn what happened.

Reason with her.

Well, why not?

She's an intelligent girl, she'll understand.

Juliet...don't be ridiculous.

I better pack.

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[sobbing]

Well, set it up again, will you, Jim?

Yeah.

Look, inspector.

I'm-I'm always glad to cooperate with the authorities.

But I, I just don't understand

why you ask me to come down here.

Now what's your point?

I'm not sure I have a point. Not yet, anyway.

Just, uh, couple of nagging worries.

A theory, suspicion.

Doctor, you were seen entering the Kenyon house.

You visited that little girl, Linn

about two hours after that film was made?

- That's right, yes. - How did you find her?

Was she in good health, generally?

Oh, she was alright physically.

Although she seemed a little nervous and frightened.

Of what? The Kenyons?

Oh, no.

No, the Kenyons were very sweet to her, very concerned.

Have you seen her since?

No. Why?

That is one of the nagging problems.

Nobody has.

We've kept the house under constant surveillance.

And that healthy, frightened little girl hasn't set foot

out of the front bedroom since she entered it.

Now, what happened that frightened her so badly?

Is she being cared for or guarded?

Or has she been silenced because of something she saw or heard?

Look, inspector, I'm sure there must be some good explanation.

[chuckles] Well, I know Herb Kenyon.

Why, I, he's above suspicion.

Like Juliet Sinclair?

Like Juliet Sinclair, certainly.

Then why do you suppose one of them has been lying?

Jim?

[projector whirring]

- Mr. Kenyon. - Yes. What?

Mr. Kenyon, how did you happen to decide on adopting

one of Miss Sinclair's girls?

Well, we admire the work that Miss Sinclair was doing

in Chan Quan and, uh, we thought we'd like to help.

Well, is that why she is coming back to America?

Just to bring the child?

Well, she's probably a little homesick, too.

It's been 20 years since she was--

Now, that's all now, please.

Um, do you know Miss Sinclair personally?

No, just through her books. Now, please.

Alright, Jim.

"Interview with Juliet Sinclair.

"Question, do you bring many of your children

"into the United States for adoption, Miss Sinclair?

"'Answer, "Oh, no, never, I mean, Linn's the first one.

"But the Kenyon's had taken such an interest in her in Tokyo

when I first met them."

Inspector, what are you after?

A reason to get inside that house.

Well, I can't give you one.

Look, the girl isn't a prisoner, she hasn't been kidnapped.

She isn't ill, she isn't in any danger.

[telephone ringing]

Rhodes.

Yeah, Dave, hang on.

A taxi just picked up Miss Sinclair.

KBL reports that she is booked on the ten o'clock

trans-Pacific flight.

Any sign of the girl?

What about the girl? Nothing.

Continue surveillance, I'll be at the airport.

Continue surveillance. Alright.

Doctor, I'm gonna be absolutely frank with you.

We think Juliet Sinclair is involved in espionage.

Juliet Sinclair!

Now, she's leaving almost five days early.

That could mean that she's achieved

what she came here to do.

If she has, I can't stop her.

I haven't got enough proof to ask for a search warrant.

I can't go into the house to get proof.

But the little girl is your patient.

'You have the right to ask about her'

'if you want to, to see if she's being held against her will.'

- Now, listen inspector.. - Doctor, we need your help!

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That would be gate 23, Miss Sinclair.

It's up the ramp and to your left.

Okay, thank you.

Don't tell me you're on your way back to the orient so soon.

Seems as though you just got here.

Isn't it?

Would you excuse me, Mr. Erskine?

My flight is boarding.

Oh, Miss Sinclair.

You must have micro filmed that material.

What did you do? Mail it?

I really don't know what you are talking about.

Will you submit to a search?

No!

Miss Sinclair.

You've worked with children all your life.

You must feel something for that little girl

you're leaving here.

'Why didn't she come down to say goodbye to you?'

'What's happening to her? What's going to happen to her?'

You could stop it.

Give me the microfilm.

Tell me what the Kenyon's have to do with all this.

We'll see the girl isn't hurt.

Goodbye, Mr. Erskine.

[dramatic music]

Herb?

Not yet. Wait till Juliet's plane takes off.

Phyllis, why don't you grow up?

Stay out of it if you want to, let..

[doorbell ringing]

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[doorbell ringing]

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[doorbell ringing]

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Herb, it's Everett.

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Herb, I'm ashamed of what I'm going to ask you.

But I wanna see the little girl.

- Linn? Why? - Is she alright?

Of course, she's alright, Ev. What are you talking about?

Well, I'm sorry, but..

...she's got me so done.

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Please, help me.

Herb!

Rhodes!

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- Herb. - Alright, Kenyon. Get 'em up.

Get 'em up.

Doctor, you're alright?

Sure?

Linn?

It's alright.

It's okay now.

Don't worry.

[whimpering]

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[Erskine] Miss Sinclair, I have a warrant for your arrest.

It's my duty to inform you that

anything you say may be used in court.

Is she alright?

Were you in time?

Yes.

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[male narrator] Juliet Ann Sinclair and Phyllis and Herbert Kenyon

were convicted in the federal court

at Los Angeles of espionage against the United States.

All are currently serving sentences

in federal penitentiaries.

The child, Linn was welcomed

into the home of an American family

and is now living happily in Bakersfield, California.

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