04x18 - Caesar's Wife

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[gasps] M-Monroe.

[panting] United States...E-Embassy.

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[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Staring, Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also staring, Philip Abbot..

...William Reynolds.

With guest stars

Claudine Longet..

...Russell Johnson..

...and special guest star, Michael Rennie.

Tonight's episode, "Caesar's Wife."

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A British Soldier of Fortune named Mason had died

trying to deliver a message

to the United States Embassy in Paris.

The contents of the message

were turned over at once to the FBI's

liaison representative in Paris, Jeffery Monroe.

Within minutes, Monroe was on the phone

to Bureau Headquarters in Washington DC.

Well, it was torn from last Sunday's paper.

The girl on the photo is young woman named Danielle Chabrol.

'She's, uh, aged 24, unmarried.'

'She's quite well known over here.'

'She's a dancer.'

Night clubs?

'Ballet.'

Was Mason acquainted with her, Jeff?

Personally? No, I don't think so.

At least, he never mentioned it.

By the way, who was Mason working for this year?

One of the Iron Curtain countries.

Code green general staff.

My understanding is that he was hired

mainly to help them reorganize their army.

'The rumor is that the code green premier'

'intends to make a very large move in the near future.'

A final break with Moscow?

Well, we don't know, but we don't think Moscow

will let them get away with anything.

You mean a token show of troops?

It might be a lot more than that.

What was Mason's opinion of all this?

He thought the Reds were bluffing.

That they wouldn't actually make a decision until they knew

exactly what the United States and their allies would do

if they decided to invade.

That's ridiculous.

There are a half a dozen men in the world

who would have the answer to a question like that.

Jeff, about the words on the paper..

Yes?

Could the second one have been "Reverson?"

Yes, it could.

"Assignment Reverson."

Reverson. That's right, he was there, wasn't he?

Envoy extraordinary to the code green peace talks.

Who would know more about United States policy in this area

than the man who helped form it.

Uh, but Reverson's retired, isn't he?

I remember talking to him here in Paris last year

after his wife died.

'He said he bought a home near Honolulu.'

I assume he could have met Miss Chabrol in Paris.

Oh, yes. She would have moved in those circles.

But..

...if she is a spy..

...would the Reds expect a man of Eric Reverson's experience

to fall for a slip of girl like this?

[Lewis] 'How old was Cleopatra when she met Caesar?'

It's a point.

Colby's in San Francisco.

I could have him fly to Honolulu tomorrow.

- Lou! - 'Yes, Jeff.'

Better have him start tonight.

The Paris police have finally located Miss Chabrol.

She left Paris by jet today..

...for Honolulu.

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It is disconcerting, isn't it?

[chuckles] To have one's invitation actually take up?

Nonsense, Danielle. That's ridiculous.

I'd never have forgiven you, if you hadn't called me.

I'm not going to bother you, Eric.

I'm on my way to Tahiti.

- When, right now? - 'No.'

'In a couple of days.'

Then it's all settled, you're coming out here.

That's all there is to it.

'I have a private beach and a'

a boat you can go sailing.

I'm very anxious to see you.

I must say, I've remembered our talks

with a great deal of pleasure.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

Oh, I have car in town right now, I'll have him pick you up.

And thank you very much for calling.

Thank you...for remembering.

Well, how was the surfing?

Fine.

Who was that?

That was the young woman I saw something of

when I was in Paris.

Miss Chabrol.

Danielle?

Yes, you know her?

Yeah..

I saw her a couple of times too.

The most unusual young woman, isn't she?

I must say, I can't remember whenever..

[chuckles]

'Hey, dad.'

Where did you ever meet such a wild chick?

"Wild?"

You sure we're talking about the same girl?

I always thought she was gentle, so...sensible.

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- Glen? - Hi, Danielle.

Thank you, Victor.

Well, how nice.

Surprised to see me?

Well I assumed you were in New York.

I thought you had job there with one of the banks or something.

Yeah, I have two week vacation, I just got here yesterday.

I see.

Well, that's wonderful isn't it?

Shouldn't we go inside?

No.

He's over by the pool. Come on.

Very complicated.

But in the end I felt I had no alternative.

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Hello, Eric.

[laughs] Have I changed that much?

You look just the same.

Yes, you've changed..

More beautiful.

Welcome to island.

You've met Glen, this is Jim Kellogg.

- How do you do? - He has the place next to mine.

And a matter of fact, he helped me find this one.

Oh, how do you do?

Will you have drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

But the sun is going down and I'd love to see your place

before it gets dark.

Well, there'll be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Will you be staying out here with us, Miss Chabrol?

Oh, it's Danielle. And no, I won't.

We'll se about that.

Eric, I have lovely home and the hotel.

Hmm, we'll see about that, come on.

[laughs] Excuse us.

Well, I've known your father for 10 years, but I must say

I don't think I've ever seen look quite so--

Well, neither have I and I've know him all my life.

Glen, he is over 21, let him have his fun.

He could take care of himself.

Yeah, I wonder.

What do you mean?

I know Danielle, Jim. I know how charming she can be.

But there's something phony about this.

Well, I think you're wrong.

No.

In any events

I don't know how you'd prove it.

Well, neither do I.

But I'm gonna find out what's going on around here.

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Hi, Lou!

Tom.

Uh, Miss Chabrol's plane landed yesterday

about two hours after mine.

Anyone meet her?

Well, no one we could spot.

Took a cab to the hotel.

Went straight to her room and stayed there until

Reverson's chauffeur picked her up and took her

to the Reverson home for a dinner party.

There were several other guests there.

We're doing a background check on them now.

This morning, she checked out of the hotel and moved into

a small cottage on the grounds of the Reverson estate.

Which, uh, kind of shook up Reverson's friends.

His female friends in particular.

The consensus says she's a fortune hunter.

And none of them believe her story.

Which is?

She says she's on her way to Tahiti

to visit her sick aunt.

And guess what?

She has an aunt in Tahiti who is ill.

And she is expecting Miss Chabrol.

So, we're not exactly dealing with children, are we?

Sounds very cool, very professional.

Or very innocent.

But we really don't know what Mason intended.

We have no proof she's a spy.

Then let's see if we can't find some.

How?

Gonna have to meet the girl first.

What's your cover?

Uh, writer, doing a story for "Now" magazine.

You know, I was thinking, I might tell her

I may have stumbled on something in Paris.

Well, let's say that a man

staying at the Hotel Lambert tried to sell me a story on her.

Man named, uh, anything.

Monsieur Lanoux.

If she's as innocent as she appears, it won't bother her.

If she tries to check up on him

we'll, uh, least we'll know where we stand.

You're gonna have to wrap it in a very authentic background.

As you said, this appears to be a very bright girl.

You better call Monroe.

Tell him I want the name of the top bred espionage agent

currently known to be in Paris.

His code name, alias, address, occupation

whatever they can get.

And have them ask the Paris police

to put him under surveillance.

If he inquires about Monsieur Lanoux

at the Lambert, have them notify us immediately.

Yes, sir.

Any other guest staying with Reverson?

Well, just his son, Glen.

How does he feel about this girl?

Uh, he's reported to be openly antagonistic.

Does he have any special interest?

Yeah, he's a surfer.

Find out what his favorite beach is.

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So one of them finally got to you, huh?

Which one?

The little witch with reddish, curly hair.

Oh, our charming Mrs. Peabody.

I wonder what makes her so hateful.

She's been on horse.

She doesn't like that.

The fact is, you've entered

the tournament of the islands, Danielle.

And since you're so clearly winning

you've got to expect, uh

a little resentment.

When did you meet him?

Before or after me?

What does it matter?

Well, then how did you meet him?

Maybe you can tell me that.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

Well..

It was at a party in Paris.

Very much like this one.

He and I seemed to be the only ones who were not laughing.

I was in the library all alone and..

...he asked me what was wrong.

I told him.

And what was wrong?

Everything had broken loose.

So, I cheered him and he cheered me.

His wife had died a few months before.

My mother.

He was very nice.

He helped to get over a very rough time.

Yes, he's a very rich man.

There seems to be an imperishable notion in--

Can't you think why?

Can't you believe that perhaps I'm really in love with him?

- No! - Why not?

Oh, Glen.

Yes, Jim.

Your father's looking for you.

Excuse me.

Is he going to give us trouble?

I'm afraid he might. Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, he didn't warn anybody he was coming.

You know he said he was going to find out

what you were after if it k*lled him.

He keeps on about it.

He's beginning to sound prophetic.

[clicks tongue] Jim--

If you can't handle him, Danielle

I will.

I spent ten years getting next to Eric

and I'm not going to allow a boy to get in my way now.

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- Hi, Lou. - Hi.

Well, Monroe came up with a name for ya.

Edward Krueger.

His KGB code name is Violinist.

Krueger works as a barber

and has a shop in Montparnasse.

It's all I have. Good luck.

Thanks, Tom.

[barking]

- Morning. - Good morning.

I've been watching you out there, you're pretty good.

My name's Lee Rogers.

Well, so much for the power of a byline, I'm a writer.

I suppose there are a lot of ways I could go about this

Mr. Reverson, but, uh

I don't see any point beating around the bush.

No.

Well, neither do I.

I'm assigned to do a story on your father

for "Now" magazine.

And I'm, uh..

Well, I'm kind of in trouble.

And you want my help, huh?

Man, you're in trouble.

The office here got a wind of the gossip going around.

About the little French dancer.

They're, uh, digging around in Paris now.

We want to make this story a little interesting

if you know what I mean.

- Yeah, I know what you mean. - Well, I don't like it.

I happen to be an admirer of your father's.

The thing is, if I can get a full sized, in depth story

I-I could write it without all that stuff.

And you say they're digging around in Paris now, huh?

Yeah.

Can I have whatever they come up with?

It's a deal if you can smooth the way for me.

Yeah, I can do that. You got a car?

Right over there.

Well, follow me.

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[laughing]

It's so beautiful here.

You're such a child.

Do you know what I was thinking as you ran to me?

What?

Every man should have a lovely daughter.

I should have one.

Why are you so self conscious about our ages?

Age in not a matter of years.

Actually, sometimes I feel far older than you.

That's because you're so many women in one woman.

Eve, Juliet.

Camille.

Mata Hari.

Mata Hari?

What's the matter, don't you want to be a spy?

No, I'd love being a spy

but Mata Hari, I mean, she was so fat!

Anyway..

She was always dealing with soldiers.

And I don't like soldiers very much.

Now, if I could deal with you.

Madam, consider me your sl*ve.

What kind of vital information would you like to have?

Alright. Umm..

Have you ever loved another woman more than you love me?

That's the sort of thing a man doesn't even reveal

to his wife, much less a spy.

So you'd be just like Bluebeard?

Just like Bluebeard, right.

All kinds of secrets locked in a chest somewhere.

Right.

[chuckles] Eric, are you serious?

Do you have a locked chest somewhere?

Well, I have a locked steel cage, but that's the same thing.

I think that's wonderful.

Talking about locked cases

I have to go to Washington for a few days.

- Do you have to? - I have to leave on Monday.

I'd like you to stay at the cottage

I'd like to fell you'd be here when I get back.

No, I can't.

Well, why not?

Well, I've been too embarrassed already.

I know what your friends are thinking.

Danielle--

No, no, I'll leave when you leave.

I'll go to Tahiti.

At least my position will be clear there.

Come on, let's go up now.

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This way.

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- Oh, Glen. - Ah, Danielle.

Don't look so vexed, were you expecting the old man?

This is a friend of mine, Lee Rogers.

Miss Chabrol.

- How do you do? - Hello.

Lee works for "Now" magazine, I was just telling him

all about you, Danielle.

Where's my father?

- Walking. - Alone?

Well, I asked him to come with me

but he seemed to want to stay.

Maybe he wanted to think or something, I don't know.

Hmm.

Well, excuse me, I better go and take a look for him.

Some of the paths around here aren't too safe

for a man of his age.

Well, if he told you all about me

you'll know I'm the path he was talking about.

Umm, well, Mr. Rogers

do you, uh, live on the islands

or are you just visiting?

I'm just visiting.

Actually, I don't live anywhere permanently.

I just came from Paris as a matter of fact.

- Oh, so did I. - I know.

I almost did a story on you.

Oh, but I'm afraid it wouldn't have been very interesting.

Ballet dancers don't lead very scandalous lives, I'm afraid.

Well, now, I'm not so sure about that.

Monsieur Lanoux showed me you were the exception.

Monsieur Lanoux

Well, I gathered you're old friends.

He lives at the Lambert.

- Lanoux. - Yes, uh..

Heavy set man, about 40, 45.

No, I don't know him.

Well, in that case I'm glad I backed off.

If his price had been a $1000 less

I might have bought some very expensive

and very worthless information.

Oh, I don't understand. What kind of information?

I never did really find out.

Although it seemed to have something to do

with a man named, uh, Edward Krueger.

- Krueger? - 'Yes.'

'He's evidently a barber.'

'Has a shop somewhere in Montparnasse.'

I'm sorry.

I don't know him.

I know it sounds cloak and dagger

but I was supposed to address Krueger as "Violinist."

Don't ask me why.

[laughs] "Violinist?"

Mm-hmm.

I'm afraid, Mr. Rogers, you were being put on.

Excuse me. Anyone here hungry?

I'm supposed to announce that luncheon is served.

Oh, good. Are you ready, Mr. Rogers?

- I think so. - Good.

Oh, uh, James Kellogg.

Lee Rogers.

- How do you do? - How are you?

Mr. Rogers writes for "Now" magazine.

Mm-hmm.

And he's been telling me an incredible story

about a little barber in Montparnasse.

How were you supposed to call him?

- Violinist. - Yeah, yes, anyway..

Uh, this fellow approached Mr. Rogers

and offered him to buy some information's about me.

I don't know..

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If it isn't the old demon reporter.

How's it going, scoop?

Here anything from Paris yet?

Not yet.

Well, you better get on it, man. Time's a wasting.

He's gonna be asking her to marry him soon

and she'll accept, huh.

And then what am I gonna do?

I mean, what would you do with a stepmother of your own age

and so beautiful that..

Oh!

I think I'm gonna have a talk with her.

Have you seen her?

Ah, who you talking about?

That little, uh, Miss what's her name?

Miss Chabrol, yes, as a matter of fact.

Oh, Chabrol. Why can't I ever remember that?

Well, actually, she's such a mousey little thing

that nothing about her ever stick in my head.

I wonder if she's well.

I mean, with that pasty complexion and..

No wonder.

Have you seen her, Mrs. Peabody?

Uh, yes.

She and your father had a few words and, uh, she ran out

I think toward her cottage.

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Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, speaking.

Umm, listen.

Somebody said that you're a writer.

- Yes. - Ooh!

That must be fascinating for your wife.

Doesn't she just love that?

Excuse me.

Is your wife pretty? How old is she?

Uh, well, the fact is, Mrs. Peabody

I-I'm not married.

What? You're not married?

Ooh, you want one of these?

Uh, no, thank you.

You know, actually my own late husband

could have been a professional writer if he'd wanted to.

I mean, he composed such lovely letters.

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[Jim] 'Let me ask you this.'

'Do you think, uh, if you put it to Reverson in the right way'

'that he'd take you with him to Washington?'

I mean, as a friend.

No, I don't think so.

Maybe he's not the marrying kind.

You're wrong. That's his problem.

Or maybe that's his strength. I don't know.

The trouble is that..

...he loves me.

'He doesn't just want me'

'he-he wants me to be happy.'

[Jim] 'Danielle, are you in love with him?'

[Danielle] Oh, don't be silly, James.

Well, you're gonna have to do something.

And you're gonna have to do it soon.

Moscow has contacted me again.

Oh, by the way, they checked on Lee Rogers.

He does work for "Now" magazine.

Yes, he was telling the truth.

And, uh, he was in Paris last week.

Good evening, Jim.

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Stop it! Stop it! That's enough.

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And then at 18, I got

the scholarship at the conservatory.

You know I had a glorious voice in those days.

No, I mean that. Everybody said that I shouldn't quit.

Really. Glorious.

Yes, well, it's still quite, uh...vibrant.

Is it really? Oh, thank you.

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Get back to the party.

'Go on!'

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Yes, of course, I understand.

Yes, I'll leave tomorrow.

Goodbye, sir.

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And then when I was 19, I met Mr. Peabody.

And do you know that he was already an executive

in a wholesale drug company?

'You would've liked him.'

Darling, what's the matter? Why are you trembling?

Oh, I don't know. No reason.

Excuse me.

Where have you been? To the beach?

No.

Somebody said they saw you going to your cottage.

Oh, no, I went the other way.

Um, on the hill.

'I wanted to walk a little.'

[Eric] Danielle, something has happened.

No, it's nothing bad.

Come in here.

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Darling, I've just had a call from Washington.

They want me want me to fly out there tomorrow.

There's been some activity in one of the countries

I know something about.

Eric, tomorrow?

I want you to come with me.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

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I don't understand why they have a policeman

in front of his door, do you, Mr. Rogers?

Well, I imagine they want to ask him what happened

when he regains consciousness.

That is, if he does.

Well, it was an accident.

He was so terribly drunk

he probably thought it would be

a good idea to take a moonlight swim.

- Darling.. - No change.

Well, at least, there's still hope.

I haven't even thanked you yet, have I?

Well, I just happened to be at the right place

at the right time.

I'll have to phone Washington, I can't leave

as long as Glen's like this.

Yes.

Will you be staying here or..

Yes, I am.

Will you be sure to have them call me at home if--

Of course.

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Eric, is he out of danger?

Not yet, Jim.

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Uh, well, how does all this affect your plans?

I mean, will Eric still have to leave today?

I've cancelled the plane reservation, Jim.

Oh.

I'd like to speak to Washington DC, please.

Department of state.

Pretension 9-4.

Jim, would you excuse me a moment?

Surely.

Yeah, this is top priority, my number is, uh, 2-8-7-2-1-9-9.

Eric Reverson.

Yes, would you call me back as quickly as possible, please?

Thank you.

[creaks]

- Darling. - Yes?

Would you see if Jim would like a drunk?

- Certainly. - I'll be with you in a moment.

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Yeah, hold on a minute.

Bureau's calling, wanna take it?

Yeah.

Oh, Lou, we found some interesting information

about Reverson's next door neighbor.

- Kellogg? - Yeah.

He met Reverson in Berlin about ten years ago.

They've been close friends ever since.

As a matter of fact, wherever Reverson's gone

Kellogg always turns up sooner or later.

But prior to the Berlin meeting

we drew a complete blank.

Kellogg simply didn't exist until ten years ago.

- Erskine. - Uh, Lewis, this is Arthur.

- 'Yes, Art.' - Well, your gambit paid off.

Monroe just called from Paris.

Edward Krueger is at the Hotel Lambert now

asking for a man named Lanoux.

That's it then.

It is, as far as the attorney general's concerned.

He's authorized a warrant for the girl's arrest.

'Failure to register as a foreign agent.'

- Okay, thanks very much. - 'Right.'

No, James, you and your men don't have to hurt him.

Well, I'm not going to argue with you about it

it's past the arguing point.

We need the information now, before Glen can wreck us.

You try the safe if you want to, but don't waste too much time.

Now, I've plane ready to pick us up just as soon..

Eric, is everything alright?

Yes, fine.

- Eric. - Yes, Jim?

May I talk to you for a moment?

Eric, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give you another wallop.

I've been approached by a man who claims that

Glen was deliberately attacked. That it was meant to be m*rder.

What?

I didn't want to bother you with this

but I think I better tell you

that he's offered to prove it for a price.

- Where is he? - At my place.

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Eric!

Good luck, darling.

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Miss Chabrol.

I'm Lewis Erskine with the FBI.

You're under arrest.

I'm what?

You're charged with failing to register

as an agent of a foreign power.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to counsel.

[laughs] But this is ridiculous

you've got to be out of your minds.

- Where's Reverson? - I don't know.

- You better tell me. - I just told you, I don't know.

Listen to me, Miss Chabrol. Glen is going to recover.

He's going to be able to tell us all we want to know anyway.

So you might as well save what pieces are left.

Well, this is fantastic.

I don't have to answer those stupid questions.

The only reason I'm asking them

is because a man's life may be in danger.

'A man who loves you. A man who trusts you.'

I thought you might want to help him.

Where is he?

With James Kellogg.

They went to his place.

Thank you, Miss Chabrol.

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Sorry, we probably should've driven.

I'm still a little shaky.

I didn't get much sleep last night.

Huh! I don't suppose any of us did.

Well.. Alright?

Yes.

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Mr. Reverson.

Kellogg, I'm with the FBI.

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I suppose he was out there all the time.

Then he walked in and..

...James caught him.

They fought.

And Kellogg dragged him into the ocean by himself?

Yes.

Alright, Miss Chabrol, we'll ask you to come back later

when this has been typed up.

How is Glen? Is he better?

- Yes. - Good, I'm glad.

Mr. Reverson, will you come in please?

Eric..

Can you believe me if I tell you I'm sorry?

I had a job to do.

Yes, of course.

I..

I wish from the bottom of my heart that..

...it could have been different.

So do I.

[male narrator] Danielle Chabrol was tried

and convicted of conspiracy

to commit espionage.

She is currently serving her sentence

in a federal penitentiary

before an agent known as James Kellogg

died of his wounds.

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