03x11 - False Witness

[bunniefuu]

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Eh, ma’am!

You pullin' out?

Your motor’s on and I thought maybe you was goin’ on down th..

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[engine revving]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

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[tires screeching]

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There was a bank robbery!

B-give me the FBI.

That's her.

Are you certain, Mr. Daniels?

Yes, sir. I was as close to her as I am to you right now.

Well that confirms the news boy's identification.

She was drivin' a white sedan about 4-5 years old.

[intense music]

- Yeah? - Are you Lynn Hallett?

Why?

FBI, Ms. Hallett.

My name is Blanchard.

We have a warrant for your arrest

'charging you with bank robbery.'

Bank robbery?

You have the right to remain silent, Ms. Hallett.

And to notify your attorney.

Anything you might say can be used against you

in the court of law.

[theme music]

[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also staring Philip Abbot..

William Reynolds..

With guest stars..

Carol Lynley..

Peter Duel.

Tonight's episode..

"False Witness."

[theme music]

[male narrator] On August 14th

the First National Bank of Kimberly, Florida

was robbed of $93,000 in cash and negotiable securities.

Eye witnesses agreed on three major points.

There had been two male robbers inside the bank

dressed in outlandish costumes designed to call attention

to their clothes and not their faces.

There had been a female driver waiting outside.

And the getaway car was a 1962 or 63 white Ford.

In addition, the main eye-witness Vernon Daniels

was certain that the getaway vehicle had struck the car

parked ahead of it as it left the scene of the crime.

A warrant to examine

Lynn Hallett's car was obtained.

I heard this kind of a bang, you know when she pulled out.

Yes, sir. But did you happen to notice..

[vehicle approaching]

Excuse me.

Welcome to Kimberly, inspector.

- Page. - Good to see you again.

This is Henry Andover from the lab.

- Page Blanchard. - Hello.

How are you?

- This my baby? - That's her.

We've already processed the car for latent fingerprints

but the only ones we could find were the owner's.

Did you find any interesting foreign objects.

Uh, cigarettes, loose buttons..

It was pretty clean.

The owner had just run it through a carwash.

Well, let’s take a look.

No sign of a shotgun or the money, huh?

None.

How'd the girl react to being arrested, Page?

Anger, shock.

She's just completed probation on a county charge

disturbing the peace.

One of the hippie riots.

She has an arrest record

but it’s primarily concerned with discipline problems.

Nothing this serious.

Well, there's always a first time.

Yes, sir. And the evidence keeps piling up.

Daniels says, he thought he remembered a crash

when the getaway car pulled out.

Sure enough, there's a scrape on the right rear fender.

You checked her alibi?

She said she was at the movies.

Nobody could substantiate it.

Not the ushers or the cashiers or the ticket taker.

Still the biggest hurdle her lawyer is going to

have to face is that eye witness.

Hmm.

Mr. Daniels.

- Yes, sir. - I'm inspector Erskine.

Oh-oh, well, howdy.

An exciting business.

I want to thank you Mr. Daniels

for cooperating with us on this case.

Say, listen, it's a pleasure.

That's a funny word to use.

I mean, it may be exciting, but it sure ain't a pleasure.

What makes you say that?

Well, sir

I’ve got a girl at home..

...daughter about her age.

I was just thinkin’ how I’d feel if some stranger

come along and said my Ruthy was a bank robber.

It’s a big responsibility.

And I can't back away from it.

I'd give anything in the world if I hadn't seen her..

...but I did.

And I’m positive she’s the one.

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[engine revving]

Hi, babe.

How about this crazy long distance?

Yeah.

How do you feel?

Well, I'll tell you..

I feel just like the number one pin on a fast out..

And there's this great big black ball headin' straight at me.

Oh, hey, I talked to the bail bondsman

you’re going to be out of here before dark.

It’s only going to cost you a 100 bucks interest.

Mike..

Lover, I don't have a 100 bucks.

Well, you can owe it to me then.

But you don’t have a 100 bucks either.

Oh, babe..

...to those pure in heart, all things are possible.

Right?

You know, you worry me a little when you talk like that.

Why?

Where is it coming from?

Babe, trust me.

Your old pal Smith?

Well?

Yeah, yeah, oh, I got a letter from him.

There's a man with a future since Leavenworth, you know.

What does he need you for?

Lloyd doesn't need me.

Job's there if I want to take it.

Old times' sake.

What job?

A job.

Babe, let's split now.

I have a little trial to go to after this, lover

in case you forget.

Yeah, and then a nice little prison cell to go to.

Where do they send you girls, Alderson?

Well, it's not as cut and dry as all that.

Oh, well then, what are you doing here, right now?

Did you rob a bank?

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It was parked right over there.

I leaned over and said, "Lady, you pullin' out?"

- What did she say? - Nothin'.

Just put her hand up alongside her face, like this.

I see..

Ah, what about the car next to her.

You know what I think it was?

A bakery truck.

You don't remember the company?

Uh, I'm sorry, I-I just...can't see it.

But it was a truck though, I know that.

You don't recall a color?

No, sir.

You see, Mr. Daniels, it's very important

if the crash left any paint on the truck

we can probably establish whether the getaway car

was Ms. Hallett's or not.

I'm sorry. I..

[Tom] 'Lew.'

Alright, Mr. Daniels, thanks very much.

I sure do wish I could be more help.

No, y-you've been a big help.

Puttin' a little kid in a federal pen for 10 or 15 years..

I don't want any medals for that, Mr. Erskine.

Well, I re-interviewed the tellers on duty.

They couldn't remember anything new.

[sighs] What about the guard?

Hospital says he's still unconscious.

Oh, by the way, Blanchard called.

He said that, uh, he wanted to tell you

that the girl has been released on bail..

He thought you might be planning to talk to her.

I was.

Uh, she works at Owen’s Cafe, 7th and Larrabee.

She mentioned she'd been planning to drop by there

and see if she still had a job.

Good.

Uh, Daniels seems to think

there was a bakery truck parked next to the car

during the robbery.

See if anyone around here recalls it.

Could be making a delivery.

Yes, sir.

[instrumental music]

I mean, I-I appreciate this.

I didn't know what you'd think when I..

Sweetheart, you know you've always got a job here with me.

Well..

Here, let me help you with that.

- Oh, I can.. - Let me help.

- Is that going to be too tight? - Hmm? Uh, no. Unh-unh.

Customer.

Yes, sir.

Coffee, please.

- Are you Ms. Hallett? - Yup.

I am Inspector Erskine with the FBI.

[sighs] Boy.

You guys never quit, do you?

Look, I know my rights

and I don't have to talk to you.

No, you don't but, uh, you do have to bring me some cream.

What are you guys trying to do, get me fired or something?

And, uh, some sugar, please.

Uh, perhaps a spoon.

Okay, buddy, what do you want?

I want to talk to you about the Kimberly Bank robbery.

I didn't do it. Anything else?

How did you get the dent in your fender?

Parking lot.

Did you report it?

It was insured.

Was anyone with you?

No.

Did you tell anyone about it?

Look, you've already made your arrest.

What more do you want?

Your cooperation.

Oh, will you quit it, please?

Look, I've been over this route before.

Cooperation won't keep me out of a jail cell.

Lawyers do that and appeals do that

and all those little luxuries cost a lot of money.

Cooperation. Oh, boy.

There are court appointed lawyers, you know?

Look, why don't you guys quit buggin' me?

I've already been booked.

As far as you're concerned, the case is all over.

Is it?

Well, isn't it?

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If you, uh, should remember anything else..

...you can reach at this number in Washington..

...day or night.

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Henry.

Inspector. Good morning.

- How's it going? - Oh, slow.

At least we've made a strat.

The car wasn't much good to us.

Uh, it'd been pretty well vacuumed.

I think our best results will come from the material

we found in the bank vault.

- Anything interesting? - Couple of items.

Large quantity of animal hairs.

'Some grease and oil.'

'Soil particles.'

'Pollen.'

'Miscellaneous fibers.'

'Saw dust and wood shavings.'

'Ordinary dust, uh, large variety'

of, uh, human hair and, uh, this.

- What is it? - We don't know.

I was, uh, just going to run it through a spectrograph.

There's not much to go on.

We don't need much.

And, uh, those are all the items you found in the vault?

That's right.

Of course they all didn't come from the

one subject who actually went in.

Did you found anything at all comparable in the car?

No. Nothing.

So, you wouldn't be able to testify positively

that the subject had gotten in the car with Ms. Hallett.

No, but I wouldn't be able to testify

that he positively hadn't, either.

Unfortunately, that car have been cleaned and vacuumed.

It's a shame she did that, if she's innocent.

Yeah.

Lewis.

The hospital called.

That Kimberly Bank guard just died.

[instrumental music]

Yeah, but when did you hear it?

But was it on the radio or what?

Thank you.

Okay.

Thanks.

What's the matter, doll?

My girlfriend just called.

You know that guard that was shot

in that bank robbery? Well, he just died.

She heard it on the news.

Well, won't that make it rougher on you, now?

Doll, look, I, uh, I--

Wait a minute. I want to talk to Mike.

[dialer tone ringing]

[sighs] Nobody's home.

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Honey..

Would you like to go to my apartment for a while?

Well, I mean they'll be looking for you again, won't they?

I don't know, will they?

If he's dead, it's m*rder.

You know you need friends.

You need someone to take care of you.

You need a man around the house.

Why don't we go to my apartment for a while, huh?

Look, d*ck, quit it.

- Oh, come on. - No. Come on..

Uh, look, d*ck, I'm gonna start screamin' my head off.

Come on.

No, come on, stop it.

Get..

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[Hallett grunting]

Owens, you..

[clatters]

[grunts]

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[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

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[indistinct]

[sighs] Come on, babe.

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Let's get outta here.

[engine revving]

I tried to call you. That bank guard just died.

I know, I heard.

What do you think I came after you for?

Look in the back.

- My clothes. - Mm-hm.

I stopped by your place. I grabbed what I could.

Yeah, but..

- Well, listen, I can't-- - Hey, hey, look.

They're after you for m*rder now, babe.

'It's time to cut out.'

[laughs] 'It's way past time.'

Where we going?

Lloyd Smith's place.

- Far? - Yeah.

As far as you can get from here.

LA.

You with me, babe?

I'm with you, lover.

Now all of the miscellaneous fibers

we found in the bank vault have been accounted for

except one, a, a red cotton thread

possibly from a shirt.

None of the bank people who were in there

have anything in their wardrobes made of red cotton.

What about that powder you were testing up there?

Cement. The pollen was ragweed.

Oh, we also found some alfalfa chaff

recently harvested.

The, uh, wood shavings were maple.

One of the bank guards makes furniture for a hobby.

So, we cut the wood shavings.

Cut the wood shavings.

The animal hairs were from a dog, possible a beagle type.

None of the bank people owns a dog.

The hairs from the one unidentifiable human were dark

Caucasian.

[knock on door]

Got a minute, Lew?

Sure. Come in.

- Hi, Henry. - Tom, how are you?

I'll be upstairs if you want me.

Thanks, Henry.

I think I better fill you in on the, uh, missing bakery truck.

In the first place, I never saw so many little restaurants

and, uh, markets on one street before in my life.

Most of them had a bakery delivery on Monday

and most of those had consignments

from three or four companies.

[sighs] I need some more men, Lew.

You got 'em, as many as you want.

What's this?

Well, description of the subject.

Nothing.

I need inspiration. Dazzle me.

Alright.

Caucasian. Dark haired.

May keep beagles.

Lives in an area of grain crops and pastures.

Somewhere in his possession is a red cotton jacket or shirt.

Mother's middle name?

Tom, you checked on the girl's boyfriends, didn't you?

A boyfriend, singular.

Michael James. Caucasian. Dark hair.

Could keep beagles.

Could have a red cotton jacket.

[sighs]

Does he have a record?

Leavenworth, two years. Interstate auto theft.

It's funny how all of it almost adds up.

What doesn't add up?

The lab hasn't been able to come up with any evidence

that the subjects were ever in Lynn Hallett's car.

Her car was clean and vacuumed.

When do you ever know a car wash that thorough?

Or how could they wipe out everyone's prints but hers?

No, it's not a good enough case.

Just not enough proof.

Now, if the girl is telling the truth

then Daniels is lying.

Or mistaken.

You can't have a confession every time, Lew.

[intercom buzzes]

Erskine.

Blanchard, inspector.

I'm at Lynn Hallett's house.

She's gone.

- You sure? - Yes, sir. I'm sure.

The landlady let us in.

Most of Ms. Hallett's clothes are gone.

Try Owen's Cafe.

'I already checked that.'

The proprietor reports that Ms. Hallett's boyfriend

beat him up about 10 minutes ago, then he left.

Alright, we'll get right on it.

APB on Mike James' car.

He and the girl have taken off.

There's your confession.

You never can tell, can you?

This is Inspector Erskine. Let me speak to Mr. Ward, please.

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[sighs]

[chuckles] Welcome, back.

Where you been?

[sighs] Oh.

[sighs]

Oh. A bad one, huh?

I was runnin' down this hallway

and a blind lady was tryin' to grab at me.

Oh, a bummer.

Old lady justice herself.

Ain't she the blind one, you know the statue with the scales?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

'Babe, what's wrong?'

Nothin'.

Come over here.

Want to know a secret?

What?

I love you.

I, I wouldn't do anything that was bad for you.

You know that, don't you?

- I know. - Okay.

You know, justice is fine for the chicks, you know.

Go to the garden parties, swim in the fancy pools

drag their minks behind them in the dust, huh?

Yeah.

Alright, so when we get the gardens

and when we get the pools and the minks

then we'll stick around with the courtroom shenanigans.

'Right?'

Right.

You know, you're going to love LA.

- Mike? - Hmm.

What is the job Smith wants you to do?

A heist.

A big one?

Well, ten, fifteen thousand.

He didn't want to go into it very much in the letter.

We're gonna meet him in a motel. He's gonna fill us in then.

Us?

Yeah, sure.

You're with me all the way, isn't that what you said?

Yeah.

That's what I said.

We found part of a letter.

Mike James apparently burned just before he left.

Those are blow-ups of some ashes the lab restored.

Mm-hm.

'This "900" could refer to the zip code, Los Angeles.'

"4621" looks like an address.

I called the SAC. He's working on it.

Well, this first fragment reads, "For a hit."

That could refer to a contract.

Yeah, well, James' background seems to rule that out.

We couldn't find any connection with a syndicate.

He's never even mixed up in anything bigger

than automobile theft.

Hmm.

Any sign of the girl?

Nothing.

Hey, what are you thinking?

You ever wish we could take 'em by the shoulders, Art

and shake some sense into 'em?

Tell 'em to straighten out while they still have a chance.

I don't think that girl drove the getaway car.

No? Then why did she leave Kimberly?

That's it.

Now, the running starts and then a real crime

and then more running.

Complete waste.

[intercom buzzes]

[clears throat] Yes?

[woman on phone] 'SRA Blanchard on one'

'for Inspector Erskine.'

Yes, Page.

Inspector, we've located a kennel that handles beagles

about 30 miles north of here.

It's on the edge of an alfalfa field.

The owner's got a record for armed robbery.

His name's Jack Allis.

I'm on my way.

[coughs]

Art, um, if they should pick up the girl

before they get to Los Angeles..

I'll let you know.

[instrumental music]

How do you feel?

Tired.

Why don't you pull over? I'll take the wheel.

It's not the driving that's wearing me out.

You know, in about 30 more miles, we're getting close.

Yeah. We sure are.

Hey, look, now we're there. What do you want?

We made it all the way across country.

You might say we ran all the way across country.

What's the difference?

I don't know.

I just got started thinking.

Come on, babe.

Oh, not babe. Not now, Mike, please.

Oh.

Let me ask you something.

Just who else have you got?

Nobody.

Did you have to remind me?

[instrumental music]

Forget I said that, babe.

It's true.

They all ran.

My old man.

Never knew my mother so that, that hardly even counts.

'But my dad and my brothers..'

Every time things started getting a bit rough

you could always depend on 'em.

Stuck out.

Well, you can count on me, babe.

That's not the point, lover.

I never ran.

No matter what happened, I stayed.

Before all this happened, I had a house, I had a job, car.

Alright.

So, you had all those things and you left 'em behind.

But, bunny, you couldn't help it.

It wasn't your fault, you had to.

Hmm. That was my family's argument.

Nothing was ever their fault.

And since it wasn't their fault

well, why not bug out, change the scene.

'Don't you see?'

It's like all my life I was sayin' they were wrong..

...and now I'm sayin' they were right.

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Uh, oh, why don't you pull over

and I-I'll take us into Angel Town, hm?

Sure, lover.

[instrumental music]

I still don't see why we couldn't meet him at his house?

What's he afraid of, we'd lower the tone of the neighborhood?

Come on, babe.

The office is over there.

Oh, we don't need the office.

He told us he'd meet us in number seven.

Come on.

[knock on door]

- Who is it? - Mike.

Hiya, big daddy.

How's the Leavenworth kid?

He always talk like that?

Well, you know, man, he watches a lot of TV.

Who's your smart mouth friend?

Oh, Lloyd, this is Lynn. Call her Babe.

Babe, Lloyd Smith.

I told you to come here alone.

Well, Lloyd, this is my chick.

I don't care who she is, man. Get rid of her.

Well, one thing's for sure, lover

you do know some suave types.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Come on, babe.

Not you, her.

Yeah, well, we're a matched pair.

You see, we go together. That's our problem.

I'll see you around, pal.

Uh, now, w-wait a minute.

Come on, Mike.

Well?

Hey, look, we're, uh, we're all tensed up, right?

'You like the girl, keep the girl.'

I mean, I asked you to come all the way out here.

It's up to me to help you make a buck, huh?

You're all heart, man.

Don't push me, babe.

Will you quit it?

Up to you to help him make a buck.

Oh, come on, now.

Just, by the way, you don't happen to need a face

the LA police haven't seen yet.

And it, uh, it just couldn't be that you plan this boost

and you couldn't get anybody

to help you out at the last minute. Hm?

Oh, you got a real beauty here. A lovely child.

Hmm.

- Come on, Mike, let's leave. - No.

So, uh, is it a deal..

...the three of us?

- Yeah, it's a deal. - Good.

[instrumental music]

Let me give you some advice, lady.

You watch that smart mouth of yours.

You're not playing jacks with the kids down the block, now.

You're running with grown-ups and don't you forget it.

[birds chirping]

Inspector, this is Mr. Allis.

I showed him our search warrant

and I've explained his rights.

Oh, I don't care anything about that stuff, inspector.

Uh, I haven't got anything to hide from you guys.

- You interested in beagles? - In a way.

Got some good stock here.

Give you a good deal.

You know this woman?

No.

Why?

Where were you on August 14th?

Ah, let me see.

Was that a Sunday?

- Monday. - Monday.

Oh, right here.

You’d have witnesses to back you up?

Naturally.

Can we have their names, please?

Well, there’s a Ms. Sally Eston

and a friend of mine by the name of Larry Strum.

- S-T-R-U-M? - Yeah.

It's a nice red shirt you got there.

What is that, nylon?

Cotton.

There's something on it.

[chuckles] Oh, that's cement.

I was-I was filling in the cracks in the back wall.

[chuckles]

That’s, uh, that’s not a federal crime, is it?

We'd like to search your house and grounds now.

Would that upset you in any way?

Well, uh, search for what?

Shotgun, a p*stol, $93,000 in cash and securities.

You, you gotta be putting me on.

Do I look like it?

I’m going to call my lawyer.

You do that.

[dramatic music]

Well, I found the bakery truck.

Good.

The, uh, driver's gonna bring it into the Kimberly garage.

Henry's on his way down to look for a paint transfer, now

but we have a problem.

What problem?

Well, the driver noticed the scratches

when he took it into his warehouse

so, he repainted the bumper.

[instrumental music]

The paint we got from the truck bumper looks like this.

It seems to be enamel.

And this is a gas chromatograph chart of paint

we took from the right rear fender of Lynn Hallett's car.

I can't tell. Do they match?

There's a lot of similarity.

On the other hand, I couldn't go into court

with what we do have.

Hmm.

Could the repainting have wiped the transfer out

altogether, Henry?

Well, there's always that chance.

We'll have to analyze all the known repaintings

including the original one, and see what we come up with.

How long will that take?

A while, I'm afraid.

But we're handling it as a special.

[telephone ringing]

Inspector Gravid Unit, Andover.

Yes, hold on.

It's the special agent in Los Angeles.

Bryan, what have you got?

Uh, there's a Lloyd Smith at, uh, 4621, Waverly Drive, Lew.

Served eight years in Leavenworth, grand theft.

Interstate transportation of stolen property.

Released when?

Uh, '65.

As a matter of fact, we've been looking for Smith

as a parole violator for over a month now.

Alright, discreet surveillance. I'll be out in the next jet.

[Bryan on phone] 'Something up?'

Well, the letter fragments we found, uh, mentioned $10,000.

There are couple of other interesting words.

Uh, "Office," "Hit," and "Box."

Suggest anything?

Box office. Broadway show?

Any big hits in your town?

Yeah, one. The Long Beach Auditorium.

Tremendous advance sale.

As a matter of fact, there might be $10,000

in the box office, on any given weekend.

Better relay it to Long Beach police.

[Bryan] 'Right.'

You have mug shots of James and the girl?

Yes, we have.

Alright, I'll see you in a couple of hours.

[dramatic music]

Try to hurry it up, Henry.

In case, she is innocent.

It's the key to the whole operation.

Oh, Lloyd, have I got to wear this?

You wear it.

I wouldn't, lover. It ain't your color.

[James chuckles]

Alright. Then what?

[sighs] Well, the box offices are locked.

You go up with a written message.

You knock, they open the door and we're in.

He's in. What about you?

What'll you be doing all this time, watching the show?

Oh, come on, babe.

I'll be in the ticket line, sweetheart, with the other g*n.

[mellow music]

The other g*n?

Oh, hey, Lloyd, I-I don't have a g*n.

You got one now.

[instrumental music]

Good. Thank you.

[intercom buzzing]

- Yes? - 'Inspector Erskine is here.'

Oh, good. Ask him to come in.

Uh, and get Washington back for me now. Would you, please?

- Lew. - Bryan.

Sorry, I couldn't meet you at the airport myself

but things have been happening pretty fast around here.

Any leads on James and the girl?

No, not yet.

Smith's finally showed up at the Waverly address though.

Alone.

Surveillance reports he left there again

about, about 20 minutes ago.

What was the general direction?

Long Beach.

I also alerted the auditorium officials

as soon as I got your call.

I told them we had nothing definite to go on

but they, uh, decided to increase their security anyway

just to be on the safe side.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

[female #1] 'Your Washington call is ready now.'

Oh, thank you.

This is for you, Lew. It's Colby.

He asked us to contact him as soon as you got in.

Yeah, Lew. We're at the Allis Farm.

We found the money and the weapons buried

in the beagle's exercise yard.

Well, what does Allis have to say about that?

Well, he just can't imagine how they got there.

Uh, somebody's tryin' to frame him.

Hmm.

Have you heard from Henry, on the paint transfer?

He's found it.

He's trying to match it with samples

from the automotive paint file.

'Okay. Is Blanchard there?'

Yes, sir.

Page.

Inspector Erskine.

Yes, inspector.

Page, how do Allis' two witnesses check out?

We haven't located them yet.

When you find the woman

ask Mr. Daniels to take a look at her.

- 'Right.' - Lew?

Hold on.

Surveillance reports that Smith is parked near the auditorium.

They get the impression he's waiting for someone.

Hmm.

Page, I'm on my way to Long Beach.

If you get anything call me there.

[instrumental music]

It's a quarter after.

He's gonna wonder what happened to us.

I thought I told you to hurry.

Oh, don't worry. He'll wait.

Old ice eyes wouldn't rob a piggybank alone.

You know, this is a big one for me too.

You ain't making it any easier, babe.

Maybe it's too big.

No.

No, we're gonna make our start right now

so we can get out of the gutter.

We don't have too many chances.

This is a chance?

You'd rather pick up ten years

for a bank robbery you didn't commit?

This is a jungle, babe.

The establishment ain't gonna worry about you or me.

When are you ever gonna learn that?

[instrumental music]

That's it. The truck was hit by a 1963 model.



Yes, sir.

Ms. Hallett's was a '62.

Ward, Hallett's just signed a statement

implicating both Strum and the Eston woman.

Lynn Hallett's completely in the clear.

Alright.

Yes, this is Ward.

I wanna talk to the agent in charge, Los Angeles.

[instrumental music]

[sighs] Okay.

You drive once around the block

and then come back here, alright?

Lover..

...I can't.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could, but I can't.

Take me home.

Where, the motel?

No, to Kimberly.

No.

[gasps] Mike, I have to do this.

Oh, yeah. Well, I have to do this too, babe.

But it's not the way out.

Well, it is for me.

Mike.

Listen, go for a walk. Think about it.

What about the car?

Park it here. Leave the motor running.

I'll go in and tell Lloyd what happened.

If he wants to cancel out, fine.

If he still wants to go ahead, we'll go.

[chuckles] I'll show you who was right, babe.

You'll see.

[instrumental music]

Mike!

[dramatic music]

That's James in the usher's outfit.

[music continues]

[man on radio] 'LA-1.'

LA-1, go ahead.

[man on radio] 'Message for Inspector Erskine.'

This is Erskine.

[man on radio] 'Message follows.'

'Lab examination plus Allis confession clears Lynn Hallett.'

'Message ends. Signed Ward.'

Thank you.

Let's arrest Smith on the parole violation charge.

[dramatic music]

Well, what do you think?

You could've done better to push her out around Ohio.

Where's the car?

It's about half a block down. The motor's running.

Alright, we'll..

[music continues]

Lloyd?

FBI, Smith, stay where you are.

[music continues]

Hold it!

[g*nsh*t]

[woman screams]

[music continues]

[g*nsh*t]

[music continues]

[g*nshots]

[music continues]

Lew.

She, uh, turned herself in to the police.

[instrumental music]

Then, when can I see him?

He's being booked on a state charge.

Conspiracy to commit armed robbery.

I, uh, I can give you the name of the lawyer

the court appointed for him.

I talked to the US attorney.

He tells me all the charges against you have been dropped.

So, you're free.

Then, I don't have to go back at all?

Not unless you want to.

No.

Well, um..

I think I'll stick around and see how Mike does.

You have any friends in Los Angeles?

Umm, not that you'd call friends.

I have a sister that lives in Glendale.

We never did see eye-to-eye.

Maybe I'll sponge off her for a while.

It might do her some good.

Hey!

Do you think I could sue that idiot Daniels

for, uh, defamation of character or something?

Oh, I wouldn't be too hard on him.

Maybe he's near-sighted.

Anyway, he meant well.

[male narrator] Jack Allis, Lauren Strum

and Sally Eston were convicted of armed robbery

and the m*rder of the bank guard

and are serving life terms in federal penitentiaries.

Michael James, found guilty in state court

of conspiracy to commit armed robbery

is currently in prison in California.

Lloyd Smith was returned to the federal penitentiary.

The state charge against him is still pending.

[instrumental music]

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