04x11 - The Butcher

[bunniefuu]

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[revving]

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Excuse me.

Mr. Paul Sieger?

- Yes? - Well..

I see that you do not remember me.

We went through customs together this morning at Kennedy Airport.

Our planes must have landed at about the same time.

'We had a little conversation.'

Oh, of course.

I try to catch you outside

but by the time I was clear, you were gone.

You...left your book on the bench.

Fortunately, I checked with the car rental service

and the girl there remembered you.

And she told me that you were staying at this hotel.

Now, then, of course, I al-almost missed you again.

Well, you know, it was terribly good of you, mister, uh..

- Moehns. - "Moehns?"

Uh, but, you went to a lot of trouble for no reason.

- The book isn't mine. - Not yours?

But, uh, it is in German.

So, naturally I thought..

You are German, sir, aren't you?

Swiss.

Ah. Swiss! I see.

Well, I myself am Belgian, but I have always been

a great admirer of the Swiss.

[speaking foreign language]

Your German is excellent.

Germans were our masters.

The master race.

That was a long time ago.

Some remember, some don't.

Tell me, do you remember Don Freire?

- I beg your pardon? - Don Freire.

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No, I'm afraid not.

Very pretty little village, north of Liege.

I was never there.

December, the 22nd, 1944.

Don Freire, Belgium.

I know you were there, Helmut Probst

because I was there too!

[g*nsh*t]

[intense music]

[g*nsh*t]

Stay away from that phone!

[g*nsh*t]

[tires screeching]

[theme music]

[Marvin Miller] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin Production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott..

William Reynolds.

With guest stars, Charles Korvin..

Anne Helm..

Harold Gould.

And special guest star, Ralph Bellamy.

Tonight's Episode, "The Butcher."

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Three hours after the sh**ting of Albert Moehns

and an attendant in a New York hotel garage

a car rented to Paul Sieger was found abandoned

in a Connecticut Meadow.

Sieger's flight across State lines brought the FBI

into the case, and into a man hunt

that had begun a continent away

and nearly a quarter of a century before.

So, you're back? Good.

Is that it?

Prints in the car match.

Sieger and Probst are the same man.

I just talked to New York, by the way.

Colby's at the hospital.

Moehns still denies he ever called his assailant Probst.

The garage attendant was positive.

- Was? - He's dead.

New York State wants him for m*rder now.

Well, apparently, this wasn't the first time

Probst k*lled a man.

Oh, what's his background?

Ah, Helmut Huns Probst.

Former lieutenant 4th, SS Detachment.

Liege, Belgium.

Nicknamed Fleischer. "The Butcher."

He was cleared of w*r crimes charges.

Although there was some question about the reliability

of certain witnesses.

Entered the United States illegally in February 1962.

Secretly organized at least two clubs

both Militant Neo-n*zi in structure.

We arrested him in December 1962

on charges of interstate transportation

of stolen property..

Shipping g*ns in this case.

And, uh, he was deported August 1963.

An organizer of political clubs...a n*zi.

Mm-hmm.

Come to practice his trade again?

I'd like you to handle this personally, Lewis.

When can you leave?

Me? Today.

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[revving]

[revving]

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Get down!

- Ohh.. - Help me.

Oh, what're you doing here?

I thought you were in Switzerland.

Flew in this morning. You see, your father..

Didn't he tell you?

Oh, my father never tells me anything.

What happened?

An accident.

Let me get you to the house.

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- How is he? - He's better.

The Belgian council came by, a little while ago

to see him.

I..

Gave me as much as he could anyway.

About Moehns' background.

- Any change in the story? - No.

Mr. Moehns?

My name is Erskine.

Another federal agent?

Well, all I can tell you is what I told your colleague earlier.

Were you in Europe in 1944?

Oh, I'm sorry, I see we have that information.

Eh, you were a member of the Belgian underground

at that time in Don Freire?

That's, uh, near Liege, isn't it?

The FBI seems to know quite a lot about me, inspector.

May I ask how much does it know

about the man who shot me?

Well, we know, for instance, that his real name is Probst.

We found the car he had rented.

Fingerprints in it match those on Probst's file.

We also know that he was a lieutenant in the SS.

'Assigned to Liege in 1944.'

Why did you try to k*ll him?

That's an extremely personal matter.

A private quarrel.

It may have been a private quarrel.

It became a public one, Mr. Moehns

when the attendant was shot this morning.

Alright, alright.

I was in Don Freire in 1944.

My job was to hide down the light flyers until

they could be ferried out of occupied Europe.

But it became so dangerous, and I was transferred.

Lieutenant Probst asked my grandfather, my mother

and my brother Arie, where I had gone.

None of them knew.

So, he shot each one of them.

'One after the other, in the back of the head.'

I started looking for Lieutenant Probst

the day the w*r ended.

How did you know he was in this country?

Oh, I didn't. I'd given my search up.

But then, this morning I looked along that customs table

and there he was.

I-I-I couldn't be certain

so I, I spoke to him

as a fellow tourist.

I asked him where he was from, to hear his voice.

And what did he say?

He said, Berne, and he also said that he was a salesman

for Carl Epps and Company.

Did he give you any indication where he might be going?

No, no, none.

But he's probably changed his original plans by now, anyway.

He's always had dozen escape patches like a gopher.

A dozen tunnels to run to.

He vanished in '45. You know where he was hiding?

In a synagogue.

Imagine the gall of that man!

He studied Yiddish and Hebrew.

'He knew more about Jewish customs than Jews do.'

I heard he lived in Tel Aviv for years, after the w*r.

Oh, you'll never catch this butcher.

And it's my fault.

I had my shot..

...I missed.

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Hello. I was hoping you'd be awake.

How do you feel?

- Did you do this? - Mm-hmm.

Don't tell me nursing was one of your courses in Switzerland.

Yes. Every, uh, Tuesday and Thursday

between calligraphy and singing.

- Calligraphy? - Ohh..

Miss Trenye believed it was a mistake to teach a young lady

anything but platitudes.

On the other hand, she insisted

that we write them all out beautifully.

I don't think you ought to mock that poor woman.

If you hadn't gone to Switzerland

we'd never have met.

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Or is that something else they taught you in Switzerland?

To forget a love affair like that?

[revving]

[birds chirping]

It's daddy.

I finally reached to him when he arrived in Hartford.

That's why he's so late.

He'll be mad about that, and even be madder

if I haven't start dinner.

Karen?

Who was it that didn't remember?

It seems to me you promised to write when I left.

[Mark] 'Karen!'

I'm in here.

Well.. You're on your feet.

That's something.

All I could get out of her

was that you'd been shot in the head.

I didn't know what I'd find.

- Hello, Dryden. - What happened?

I left the car out front. Will you put it away for me, Karen?

I couldn't find Robert.

Robert went to the movies.

I told him and Edith to take the afternoon off.

I didn't think this concerned them.

I want a drink.

- Paul? - Me, too.

Will you...please get into something civilized?

[sighs]

- What'll you have? - Scotch.

You know what, Dryden?

I'd forgotten how pretty your daughter is.

What I wish you wouldn't forget is how young she is.

I don't know what happened between you two

when we were in Berne last year.

For heaven sakes, but nothing happened.

We just took a few walks together.

You took a few walks, she fell in love.

It was months before she stopped looking for a letter from you.

Well...it doesn't matter..

...but this does.

Who are these people?

One was a garage attendant, who happened to be in the way.

The other one, a Belgian named Moehns.

He remembered me from the w*r.

Are you still wanted over there on a w*r crimes charge?

No, I was cleared..

...with the help of some forgetful witnesses.

But apparently, Moehns doesn't go along with the courts.

Well, what're we gonna do about all this?

Can you get me, uh, into Canada somehow?

I have some friends in Perrytown, Maine, with a boat.

The name is Ingram.

Would Cornwall Massachusetts be somewhere along the way?

Yes.

Good.

I know the owner of a camera shop there...John Wolf.

He'll put me up for the night.

I leave day after tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow?

Oh-oh, no.

You're leaving here, now.

Dryden, I had a very long day, I'm very tired.

You can't stay here.

Suppose you are traced here to me through Carl Epps?

I have $20,000 worth of ammunition and arms hidden here.

I'm not gonna compromise my organization.

Your organization!

You are the one who came to me last year.

You talked to me all night about Hess and Himmler

and the old heroes.

'And the new problem in the United States.'

You said to me, "Please help, Sieger."

"Tell me how it was done.

"Help me get something started.

We'll call ourselves The Marshalls of Freedom."

What was your tenth rule?

You gave me ten rules, you remember?

"Be selfish.

"Think of the club first.

"k*ll if you have to

but don't let anyone jeopardize it."

[door opens]

Is this better?

Yes...very much.

Paul, I'm just about to start dinner.

Why don't you come and help me?

He's not staying for dinner.

Another time.

May I borrow a car?

Show him where the station wagon is, will you, Karen?

Thank you.

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[dialing]

Parker?

Mark Dryden.

Fine, thank you. And you?

Parker, you remember our conversation the other night

about your friend with the g*n?

Yes, uh, you thought I might find

a spot for him one of these..

Yes. Well, is he still available?

And can he get over here in half an hour or so?

No, I don't want him to come on the property.

He's to wait on Highway 12

for a white station wagon, headed north.

License number AL720.

Oh, when he finds the right spot for it

I'd like him to k*ll the driver and destroy the car.

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Alright, I'll tell him.

Oh, hold on, Mr. Hedrick. He just walked in.

Warren Hedrick, liaison representative, Berne.

Yes, Warren.

Well, the Swiss authority has talked to the people

at Carl Epps Epps and Company, inspector.

- 'Yeah?' - They do have a..

...Paul Sieger employed as a sales representative.

'He's in the United States now, in New York, surprisingly, now.'

- Do you have his itinerary? - Mm-hmm.

He, uh, goes to Philadelphia next.

Then he swings west to Cincinnati, St. Louis

and on to the coast.

Uh, I gave Colby a list of the hotels he's booked into.

Oh, what about his contacts in New York?

Well, he had five appointments all in Manhattan

Colby has that list, too.

- Nothing in Connecticut? - No.

It's funny you should mention that.

One of the companies he's visiting

has it's main office in New Haven.

'The New York branch handles the distribution'

'and the Connecticut location is concerned with'

'the general company accounting, and so forth.'

Oh, what's the name of the company?

- Mark Dryden Incorporated. - Right.

Well, Dryden himself is well-known in Berne, by the way.

He has a home here, his daughter attended

a fine Swiss finishing school, I understand.

Then, he and Sieger could've known each other in Switzerland.

Oh, yes, yes, that would have been a good sales contact.

Alright, Warren, thanks very much.

- Hope I've been of some help. - You have. Goodbye.

Have some agents interview key personnel

at the Mark Dryden plant in New Haven

as well as all five offices

Sieger was scheduled to visit in Manhattan.

Yes, sir.

And get a file of you started on Dryden.

Find out if he's in this country or not

and whether or not he's had a Connecticut address.

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- Here. - What's that?

Ah, some sandwiches and cold chicken.

Well, you have to eat.

It's not safe to stop at a restaurant.

Liebchen, you were born 25 years too late.

What a help you'd have been to a soldier

caught behind enemy lines.

Oh, Paul, please don't make fun of me.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

The fact is, I'm most grateful for your concern.

What I'd really like to say is..

Oh, why weren't you born 25 years sooner?

Oh, Paul, I never thought that was a barrier between us.

Karen, there is one point I must clear up.

I did write, you know.

Every week at first.

Until I saw my notes weren't going to be answered.

Apparently, your father disapproved of my courtship.

My father?

Darling, someone had to destroy those letters, didn't they?

Yes, but how could he have done such a thing? He..

I asked you in at least five languages to be my wife.

Paul.

Liebchen, don't, don't..

It all turned out for the best.

You needn't be involved now.

[birds chirping]

Paul, I-I know what your background is.

You know, or you think you know?

No, I know you were a n*zi.

And I suppose you still are.

And what do you think that means?

Do you?

Defeat, hunger?

Paul, I've read all the books my friends have.

I've seen the swastikas on their jalopies.

The old German helmets, the photographs of Hitler.

It's a very in thing, mm?

Oh, no. It's more than that.

No, it isn't. Not yet.

But it will be someday.

Hitler was disciplined in a disorganized time.

A time like that will come again.

[door shuts]

[birds chirping]

Your father thinks so too.

Paul, let me go with you.

It's too dangerous.

What's too dangerous?

This trip. He doesn't even know the roads.

He doesn't..

He doesn't know the traffic rules.

But it doesn't matter, I'll help him.

Karen!

What do you mean?

I'm going with him.

I'll pack my bag.

There is no time for that.

Just bring a coat.

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I tried to talk her out of it..

...but she's as stubborn as you are, Dryden.

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Anyway, it's probably good sense.

They'll be looking for a man alone.

They?

The police.

Whom else did you have in mind, my friend?

Sieger.. Sieger, it isn't safe.

[door shuts]

Oh, I.. I think it will be, now.

And, Dryden, next time you want to play games

don't challenge your teacher, huh?

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Karen!

[revving]

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It'll be alright, liebchen.

[chuckles]

You know, it's the first time I've ever disobeyed my father.

You want me to drive back?

Oh, no, Paul.

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Well, send somebody after him, then.

Parker, don't tell me it can't be done, just do it!

[revving]

Mr. Dryden.

Yes?

We're with the FBI. My name is Erskine.

This is Mr. Colby.

Well, I'm in a terrible hurry right now.

I wonder if you could come back another time.

Are you acquainted with a Paul Sieger, Mr. Dryden?

No, I'm not.

He's a salesman with Carl Epps and Company in Berne.

I told you, I don't know the name.

Do you know the name Helmut Probst?

No.

[birds chirping]

I don't know what your game is..

There's no game, Mr. Dryden.

We're looking for a n*zi fugitive named Helmut Probst

also known as Paul Sieger.

Are you implying that I'd harbor--

Who organized the Marshalls of Freedom for you?

The.. What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a so-called secret club

that meets twice a month in your New Haven plant.

The leader, the fuhrer is listed in our files as Mark Dryden.

The deputy is Christopher Hart.

The commander of the fuhrer's

personal bodyguard is Keith Parker.

I want to call my lawyer.

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[revving]

[tires screeching]

Paul, you know, I think that's the whole point.

He doesn't love me.

He's very proud of you.

Hmm. The way he's proud of his home, his horses, his cars.

'I make a good hostess for him.'

You know, Paul, I think that's the only reason

why he brought me back from Switzerland.

He needed me here at his parties.

[dramatic music]

[revving]

[tires screeching]

Paul, aren't we going awfully fast?

[revving]

[tires screeching]

Fasten your safety belt.

[clicks]

Fold your arms over your face.

[g*nsh*t]

[tires screeching]

[revving]

[tires screeching]

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[tires screeching]

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Start running, I'll cover us.

[g*nf*re]

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He evidently made several calls from the house.

He was in there over an hour.

Where is he now?

Conferring with his New York attorneys.

I have the Connecticut place under surveillance.

The girl still hasn't returned.

Have you located this Christopher Hart

his deputy fuhrer?

Yes, all the club officers have been interviewed.

No cooperation.

Although one of them indicated they have sympathizers

all the way to the Canadian border.

Or maybe Sieger is being passed along

some sort of underground railway.

Is there any other New England addresses

in the Marshalls of Freedom file?

No, nothing.

Well, I have alerted the border patrol.. Hold on, Arth.

Dryden's here.

Arth, can I call you back? Mark Dryden's outside.

Good luck.

Dryden.

Inspector, I'm in terrible trouble.

Can I talk to you?

Where's Paul Sieger?

With my daughter, Karen.

Somewhere between my home and Cornwall, Massachusetts.

He talked her into going with him.

I should have dragged her out of the car

but...I thought I could stop it.

Uh, stop what, Mr. Dryden?

I thought Sieger was a danger to me, to my group, I..

...asked someone to k*ll him.

I told them the car to look for, the highway he was taking.

Who was this man?

A man. I don't know. Keith Parker supplied him.

Describe the car they're in.

A white station wagon, license number AL720.

- Headed north? - Highway 12.

But they've all dropped out of sight.

Parker hasn't heard from his man either.

What was Sieger's destination?

The Wolf camera shop at Cornwall.

[female on phone] 'Yes?'

Need the resident agents in Cornwall, Massachusetts.

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Paul..

- Just a few more steps, Karen. - Paul, I don't think I can.

Look, there's a house. See it?

They're bound to have a car.

Come on.

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Go to her. Keep her away from the front of the house.

How?

Tell her your car broke down, you want to use her phone.

Stall her for five minutes

then meet me down the road, past that curve.

- Oh, Paul, I don't think-- - Go on, go on.

[clears throat]

Uh, hello?

Hi, I, um..

Oh, my car seems to have broken down, and I..

I wondered if I could use your phone?

Ain't got none. Phone company took it out.

But I got a gong out front.

Sometime I can raise the neighbor boy

if I whack it hard enough.

Oh, no. No, no, no, you sit down, I..

Uh.. Would you mind if I sat down?

Well, I-I, I seemed to have turned my ankle.

[motor starting]

- Good morning. - What you up to?

I just started the car.

Are you a friend of Hannah's?

Uh, no, no, I'm a mechanic.

She called me.

That's kind of hard to figure, she ain't got a phone.

I assure you..

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- Paul? - Roll him off.

Drive.

But, Paul, that man, we can't just leave him there.

Drive, drive.

[dramatic music]

Call the local district attorney.

Tell him we found the k*ller Keith Parker hired.

Oh, Lou.

Report just came in from Tylerville.

A man was slugged about an hour ago

while he was visiting a neighbor's farm.

He's going to be alright.

He was able to describe his assailant.

It sounds to me like it could be Sieger.

Tylerville. That anywhere near Cornwall?

Well, that part doesn't fit.

Cornwall's, uh, north of here a little, a little west.

Tylerville is almost due east toward Rhode Island.

Sounds as though he might be heading for the sea, doesn't it?

Yeah, but if his friends are in Massachusetts

wouldn't it make more sense to go there?

No, I doubt it now.

Now that he knows Dryden's out to k*ll him.

Let's take a look at this Tylerville farm.

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- Keep driving. - What are we looking for?

A place to rest.

Paul, we have passed a dozen hotels.

Police check hotels.

Park there, near that white building.

[instrumental music]

Help me, please help me.

[speaking foreign language]

[speaking foreign language]

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't understand.

He asks you if you are my wife.

Oh, no, I'm just a friend.

[speaking foreign language]

He wants to know if I'm an official here in the synagogue.

[speaking foreign language]

My name is Israel Jacobs.

Can you tell me what-what happened?

This young lady and I were...were trying to elope.

But her brothers disapprove.

Difference in age and..

...religion.

Ah. These things have nothing to do with love.

At any rate, they attacked me.

[speaking foreign language]

Well, what we would like to do is, uh..

...rest here for a while.

I know what it's like to need a place to rest.

I was in Germany during the w*r.

Where?

Auschwitz.

Thank God you got out.

Yeah.

I was the only one for my family.

My wife..

My son...three years old.

My daughter, 11 months.

Uhh.

Along with six million others.

But, you, I don't have to tell this

by your accent, you also from Germany.

Yes.

Rest, my dear friend.

I'll find you some food.

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- Inspector Erskine? - Yes.

They told me you'd be coming by. My name is Ryan.

How are you? This is Tom Colby.

- Hi. - Hello, Tom.

Have you talked to the boy who slugged Dave Palmer?

Yeah, he seems to think he hurt the man

or attacked him pretty badly.

Yeah.

From the footprints here

it looks like there were two of 'em.

The friend could have driven him away.

His friend, uh, could it be a woman?

I'd say so, yeah, from the size of the tracks.

As a matter of fact, I asked Miss Beecher a while back

if she'd seen a woman around here.

She said, she either saw one or she dreamed one.

I think you probably ought to talk to Miss Beecher.

She's inside here.

Oh, ma'am.

Miss Beecher?

- Who is it? Jack Ryan? - Yes, ma'am.

How's your mama?

Oh, she's just fine, Miss Beecher.

Miss Beecher, this is Mr. Erskine and Mr. Colby.

They're from the FBI.

Like to ask you a few questions.

- About what? The fight? - Yes, ma'am.

I wondered if that girl was in on it.

Then, you did see a girl?

Oh, yes.

What did you say your name was?

Erskine.

Erskine. That's a, that's a nice name.

You play baseball?

Uh, no.

Miss Beecher, it would help us if you could, uh..

describe this girl to us.

Well, let's see.

Uh, Miss Beecher?

Oh, uh, she had brown hair..

...piled high and, uh, bangs.

Uh, good figure for a city girl, and, uh..

...she..

Thank you, Miss Beecher.

Mind like a trap, when she's up to it.

Does that sound like your girl?

Could be.

Tell me, are there any other large towns

between here and Providence?

How large?

Oh, large enough to have a hospital.

No, sir, just Tylerville.

They've got a very fine Jewish medical center there.

I circulated the assailants description

so, they'll be on the lookout.

What about, uh, hotels, motels?

All covered.

You know, it's a funny thing

I-I think we had our road blocks up much before

they could have gotten beyond Tylerville in any direction.

It's as if they hit that town

and then just dropped out of sight.

Almost as though he had done it before, isn't it?

Sir?

How large is the Jewish community in Tylerville?

Quite a few families, in the old country.

Thanks, Mr. Ryan.

[instrumental music]

How long was I asleep?

Oh, for about an hour.

How are you feeling?

Tired.

But not as light-headed as before.

Where's Jacobs?

I don't know.

Karen..

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

He did, uh, quite a good job on that new bandage.

Adequate.

You know, Jacobs was studying to be a doctor

when the Nazis took him to Auschwitz.

We had quite a long talk while you were resting.

The leadership went too far.

Most of us regretted it.

Is that part of what my father wants here too?

An Auschwitz?

- Is that what you want, Paul? - Of course, not.

If it came, would you accept it?

It served the purpose.

How can you say that in this place?

I mean, that is the most horrible part of it all to me

how you can use people you hate...so much.

Or do you use everyone, Paul?

Karen...you're too young to understand.

I must be.

Because I don't understand, I..

I mean, all I've heard are a lot of words about..

...strength and discipline and in thing, a game.

But it, it wasn't a game for Jacobs.

And I don't think it's a game to you or to my father, is it?

No.

Tell me something, Paul

did you really write to me from Switzerland?

Listen to me, my darling.

Was that a lie?

Alright.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Karen..

I think you are a very sweet..

...and very beautiful girl.

I'll always be very grateful to you for what you have done.

But you don't need me anymore.

[dramatic music]

Thanks very much.

That's the car, alright.

They're inside.

See that the building's surrounded.

I'm sorry.

Ahh.

[speaking foreign language]

Yes, I do feel better.

I was just thinking of taking a little walk as a matter of fact.

Paul..

Don't prolong it, Karen.

This is where it ends.

[instrumental music]

Helmut Probst, FBI.

[dramatic music]

Don't go, don't go.

Hold it.

The thing I can't seem to make you understand is that

I was doing this for the good of the country.

Yes, that's hard for me to understand, Mr. Dryden.

Karen.

- May I go now, Mr. Erskine? - Of course.

Excuse me.

Karen..

I'll call you when I find an apartment.

Nothing I can say to change your mind?

No. Goodbye.

[Marvin Miller] Mark Dryden was convicted

of interstate transportation of stolen property

and is serving a term in the federal penitentiary.

Helmut Probst alias Paul Sieger survived his wounds

and was returned to New York

where he was convicted in state court of m*rder.

Prosecution of Karen Dryden was declined

by the United States attorney.

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