05x12 - The Inside Man

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[train chugging]

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Mr. Fletcher, that's a g*n in your back.

Don't turn around.

I'm going to take your attache case.

Then you're gonna turn around, and, without looking at me..

And go back and wait by the train for ten minutes.

If you so much as look like you're gonna cry out

my partner will cut you in two.

Uh.. Ah..

[woman screams]

There, thief.

Robbed...my case.

Back off. I'm warning you.

Easy now, fella.

- Back off. - Put it down.

Back!

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Hey! Stop that man.

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[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin Production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring, Philip Abbott

William Reynolds.

With guest stars

Lloyd Bochner

Lawrence Dane

Oscar Beregi

Janis Hansen.

Tonight's episode, "The Inside Man."

[male narrator] Seventeen hours after the daring theft

of $180,000 worth of uncut gems

a car rented to a man answering the description of the suspect

was found abandoned outside St. George, Utah.

Because the jewelry stolen had been transported

across state lines, the FBI was brought into the case.

Well, tell him I'll be in my office

and ask him to come down as soon as he can.

Oh, Lewis, anything new from Los Angeles?

Well, we may have a break there.

Several people at the railway station

got a good look at the subject.

The, uh, agent in charge is sending back an artist sketch

based on their descriptions.

Also, we've been able to come up with a few good latent prints

from the baggage cart.

You got any news on the jeweler salesman, Fletcher?

Yes, sir, I just talked to the hospital.

He'd suffered a coronary. It's still touch and go.

[intercom buzzes]

Yes.

[Betty on intercom] 'I have Mr. Durant for you now'

'inspector, on line three.'

Thank you.

Yes, Bryan.

[Bryan] 'Lou, the servicemen who chased the subject just left.'

'Unfortunately the whole thing happened so quickly'

'they weren't much help with the artist sketch.'

But one thing stands out.

They're both convinced the subject must have been

a professional tumbler or acrobat of some sort.

Professional acrobat, huh?

- Bryan, this is Arthur Ward. - Yes, sir.

[Arthur on phone] 'Now, Bryan, I'd like you to put'

every available agent on that case.

And, Bryan, if there are any developments

in Fletcher's condition, let us know right away.

[Bryan on phone] 'Right.'

That's the fourth diamond salesman

to be robbed in two months.

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

I'd like you to fly up to New York

and interview a Martin Abrilev.

That's Fletcher's employer.

How soon can you leave?

[Betty on intercom] 'Yes, inspector?'

Uh, Betty, has the teletype from Seattle come in yet?

[Betty on intercom] 'It's on its way up, sir.'

Thank you.

Few minutes.

Good.

[Harold] 'Sawyer?'

You were supposed to be here when I got back

from the post office.

Man, I don't have to answer to you.

What do you want?

Nothing, I swear.

- You're as high as a kite. - No!

You were high on the job.

- Weren't you? - No!

Pennies.

I never should have gotten started with you.

- I needed a lift. - "I needed a lift!"

Alright, pillhead, you listen to me.

I put my head on the block every time we pull off a score.

When we're through with the next couple of jobs

you can k*ll yourself anyway you want but until then

your eyes can rattle out of your head

but you stay straight, because if you don't

I'll tear your heart out.

You ought to dump me, Frank.

I wouldn't blame you if you did.

[Harold chuckling]

Frank..

What happened, huh?

How'd we get into this?

What do you mean?

When we were in stir..

...we said we're gonna go straight.

Gonna buy a ranch and some cattle.

Work outdoors, where we could use our hands.

We will.

Look, Keenyn, we've got plenty of time for that.

Why don't we get together next week for lunch and talk?

Oh, I'll have my girl call you, Tuesday, Wednesday?

Fine.

Hi, inspector. I'm sorry I'm running a little bit late.

Inspector Erskine is with the FBI.

Oh, how do you do, inspector?

Mr. Keenyn Gray, one of my friendlier rivals.

How are you?

Terrible thing, these robberies.

Can't something be done, inspector?

Tell me, Keenyn, how come you have escaped robbery?

What's the secret of your success?

Clean living and a pure heart.

And a good deal of luck, I suppose.

I only hope it holds.

Well, pleasure meeting you, inspector.

Likewise.

Please, inspector. Sit down.

Mr. Abrilev, uh..

Had Fletcher had a history of heart trouble?

No, not that I heard of.

And how many knew of his itinerary?

Only myself and Mr. Fletcher.

Because of the robberies, we've been very careful.

When did he learn of it himself?

Friday.

Uh, just before I went to lunch.

I remember because I..

I asked him where he was going

and he just laughed and said "Job hunting."

[chuckles] 'He was trying to get a rise out of me.'

I told him I was, uh, going to pull him off the road

after this trip to Los Angeles.

There's no chance he could have been serious?

Heavens, no.

He was, he was walking on clouds

ever since I told him I was going to bring him

into the home office.

'You see, inspector, you must understand.'

These jobs are hard to come by.

We save them for salesmen

who have been with us for a number of years.

And yet someone knew where he was going.

Someone knew where all the salesmen

who were robbed were going.

[intercom buzzes]

Yes?

Oh, yes, put him on.

Excuse me. My son.

Hello, Josh.

Oui.

[speaking in foreign language]

Mmm.

Qui a gagne?

Tres bien. C'est ca.

Je te verrez a la maison, eh?

Who did win the game?

Oh, he never did say.

You speak French, inspector?

[chuckles] Only in self-defense.

I think I know what must be going through your mind.

This question has been plaguing me for quite sometime.

Someone within our industry

must be supplying the thieves with information.

Hmm.

Uh, Mr. Abrilev, I wonder if it will be possible for me

to see Fletcher's office.

Of course.

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Inspector, do you think Fletcher is going to make it?

I don't know. I hope so.

Mr. Abrilev, was he in some kind of a..

...physical therapy program?

No, not that I know of.

Oh..

Wait a minute, I think..

Yes, he told me that he had joined the Losers.

That's a health club nearby.

Many men in our business go there to lose a few pounds

and to keep up with what's going on in the trade.

Mmm.

Anyone else in your firm belong there?

Yes, Palmer, Frank Pal..

What is it?

First salesman to be robbed.

We've had these for some time.

What are we asking for 'em now?

A hundred and seventy five thousand.

[sighs]

Mr. Gray, uh, I-I'm not trying to second-guess you, sir

but, well, don't you think it might be a little risky

trying to deliver these right now?

Well, Vic, I just don't have anybody else to go.

Beside you're missing the point.

With salesmen afraid to go out, it's just good business

to take advantage of the situation.

Oh, Vic.

I don't like to feed on other people's problems, but..

...believe me, if the shoe were on the other foot

Abrilev and the others would do exactly the same thing to me.

- Alright? - Sure.

- When do I leave? - Well, there's no hurry.

Why don't we wait till after my little party tonight?

Be around the house about nine?

- 9 o'clock. - I'll see you.

Fine.

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Yeah, um, room eight please.

[phone ringing]

- Hello. - Hello, Frank.

- Mr. Gray. - Yeah.

Did you get my package?

Yes, I picked it up this morning.

Listen, one of my salesmen is flying to Kansas City

to meet a buyer.

I want you to be there to meet him.

Knock yourself off?

Well, the fact is, it, uh, might look strange

if I were the only jeweler not hit.

Smart.

You collect the insurance, then fence the jewels.

- When's he coming? - Well, I'm not sure yet.

I'll call you when the details are set.

Now, listen.

This man I'm sending is important to me.

I doubt whether he'll give you any trouble

but if he does, back off.

I don't want him hurt. Is that clear?

Yeah.

When, uh, do we see some bread?

It's on its way.

Right.

Well, did he send it?

Happy days are here again.

[laughs]

Hey, Lew.

I thought I'd touch base with you before I start

to check booking agents for our circus performer.

When did the bureau come up with an identification?

About 20 minutes after they got

the latents from the Los Angeles office.

Well, what took them so long?

His name is Frank Sawyer.

He served three years of his sentence for grand theft

of box office receipts of the circus

where he was working.

After his release, uh, he observed parole conditions

until four months ago when he disappeared

and hasn't been heard of since.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Send him in. Right.

Alright, that's enough jiggling for a while.

Now let's stretch out those muscles.

Come on here and throw the ball with these men now.

Throw that ball back and forth, back and forth.

There you go.

Now when you throw the ball get it up over your head

and throw it to the next man.

Okay, back and forth.

Throw the ball. That's it. Throw the ball.

- Mr. Spain? - Yes.

- Glad to meet you, inspector. - Special Agent Colby.

How are you?

Mr. Spain, do you have a member

named Leonard Fletcher?

Yeah, I did. Oh, it's a terrible thing.

Read about it in the newspapers.

Do you happen to remember if he was here last Friday?

Friday. We're kind of busy.

Yes, I made their massage reservations.

Their reservation?

Yeah, he was with Mr. Gray.

Is, uh, Mr. Gray a member here too?

Oh, yeah, long time. He was here before I came.

[Keenyn] Yah!

Once more. Once more.

- I did it. - Ah, there it is.

Come on, get it.

Come on.

[chuckles]

- Thattaboy. - Michael.

- Here, boy. - Michael.

What?

Uh, Michael, your mother's calling.

Go.

Michael.

Oh.

I'll get it. I'll go get it, dad.

- Okay. - You certainly will.

I have been looking all over for you.

Now go in and take your piano lessons

before the guests start arriving.

Piano lessons, dancing lessons, riding lessons.

You're gonna give that boy a complex

before you're through, you sl*ve driver.

You're going to give me a complex before you're through.

[laughing]

Go on. Skedaddle. Go on.

- That the new maid? - Yes.

I hope she doesn't have a complicated love life.

- Well, don't we all. - You're getting me all wet.

Hey, now you're giving me a complex.

Oh, you poor soul.

Listen, don't think I haven't noticed

all the young fellas flirting with you.

Well, that's the cross I must bear.

- For being born beautiful. - Yeah.

It's not easy being a love symbol, you know.

Yeah, I've got the bills to prove it.

Oh, you..

- Hey. - Come on.

- No! No! - How about a dip in the pool?

- No! No! Keenyn, don't. - You're fil..

You're filthy. Come on, come on, come on.

[laughs] No!

Maurice, I'm not a miracle worker. I mean..

Listen, don't look down your nose at weddings.

I mean a lot of very famous singers got started

doing weddings, you know what I mean?

Come in. Well..

Well, yes, I know you're 42 years old.

But you can still..

He hung up, well, that's what happens

when an agent tries to let a person down gently.

'So?'

Uh, I'm Tom Colby with the FBI.

Is, uh, Mr. Stone in?

He's been dead two years ago this May.

I just never got around to taking his name off the door.

And it seems disrespectful now. So, what's wrong?

- Mrs. Stone? - Mm-hmm.

We've been canvassing theatrical agencies trying

to gather what information we could about this man.

Do you recognize him?

That's Frank Sawyer!

Please.

Joe always treated him like a son.

Joe got him a lot of good bookings.

He always managed to get himself in trouble.

Still, Joe never gave up on him.

I mean, even after he was arrested for stealing

the box office receipts from the circus.

Joe wrote to him in prison.

'Course, he never got any answer, uh..

So I suppose he's in some new kind of trouble, huh?

Yes, I'm afraid so. Do you know where he is?

Nope.

Frank won't call.

Any idea where he stayed in New York?

Yeah, he always stayed at The Chancellor.

A lot of the circus people stay there.

- Chancellor? - Mm-hmm.

Any girlfriends?

Well, it's.. It's funny.

I mean...for a really good looking young guy

he was just never very much of a ladies' man, you know?

Still, I mean, it seems to me that there was one girl.

She was a waitress at the Chancellor.

Shanna..

Oh, that's funny.

I can't remember her last name, sorry.

[telephone rings]

Well, that's fine, Mrs. Stone.

Excuse me. Um, Stone Theatrical Agency.

Oh, Bambi, hi, sweetie. Will you wait a minute please?

Yes, is there anything else?

If you should happen to think of anything

would you, uh, call me at that number?

- Oh, sure. - Thank you.

Okay. Bye.

Bambi.

Listen, sweetheart, they called me from, um..

[indistinct chattering]

[Keenyn] Well, after going through about three architects

things finally worked out to our liking.

- Hi, Vic. - Hi.

Hi, Jean. Good to see you.

You mind if I borrow my husband for a minute?

He's all yours.

Everybody seems to be having a good time.

- Are you? - Smashing.

- You alright, Martin? - Mmm?

Have you seen my wife? I think she took a cab home.

- Well, I'll call your home-- - No, no, no.

Let's talk a bit, huh?

[sighs]

Hospital called.

Fletcher died, 3 o'clock this afternoon.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I should not have let him go to Los Angeles. I should not--

Now, Martin, don't t*rture yourself.

May I have another drink please?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, waiter.

- What're you drinking? - Scotch.

Look..

...don't let me put an edge on your party, I..

Mmm, don't be silly.

I'm just sitting here trying to figure it all out, I..

The days drag on, the...years fly by, and..

So what?

What did poor Fletcher get out of it?

What's it all for?

What are we k*lling ourselves for?

Look I'm.. I'm 51.

I haven't had a vacation in five years.

W-why, why are we driving ourselves so?

Money.

Is that all?

But we have enough.

What's enough?

Keenyn...one of us is crazy.

Blind, stupid, crazy.

Martin, let me get you a cab.

Things will look better in the morning.

I won't be here in the morning.

From here, I'm going to the airport

I'm taking a plane to Antwerp.

I'm going to pick up our allotment.

Since when do you go for your diamonds personally?

Since two of my salesmen have been robbed.

One m*rder*d.

How can I ask anyone else to go?

Martin, you're really in no condition

to make a decision like that tonight.

Listen if, if anyone gets hurt this trip, it's going to be me.

Now, don't worry, I'm..

I'm going to carry a g*n and I won't be afraid to use it.

Let me go with you.

To Antwerp?

Hmm.

Keenyn, I'm.. I'm very touched.

But don't worry. I'll be back Friday.

If it makes you feel any better, you..

You can meet me at the airport.

Now, will you have another drink with me?

For you, my friend, only the best.

Some fine ol' brandy I've been saving for a special occasion.

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[exhales]

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Uh, uh, room eight, please.

Hello, Sawyer. This is Gray.

Listen, my salesman will be flying tomorrow.

Yeah, KBW Airlines.

He'll arrive at Kansas City at 7:40 p.m.

Yeah, don't try anything at the airport.

His name is Hunter.

He'll be staying at the Lennox Hotel.

Lennox. Yeah.

No, I want you to hurt him.

You heard me. Hurt him.

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Well, Inspector Erskine.

[sighs]

You're very prompt.

It's good of you to see me, Mr. Gray.

Not at all.

You'll have to forgive me if I don't make too much sense

this morning. I have one awful hangover.

- Oh? - We partied late last night.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

Well, sir? What can I do for the FBI?

Mr. Gray, did you have lunch with Richard Fletcher

last Friday at the Losers Health Club?

Uh...yeah. I believe I did.

I suppose there's no harm in telling you, uh..

Fletcher was unhappy at Abrilev's.

He wanted to come in off the road.

What did you tell him?

Well, that I w.. I wanted to help, of course.

That I didn't have anything open at the time

I'd keep him in mind.

Uh, did he happen to mention

that he was going to Los Angeles?

No, I don't believe he knew what his destination was.

He just knew he was going on the road

and, uh, he didn't know where.

Were you aware that Abrilev had told him

that he was gonna take him off the road.

No.

[chuckles] Now, well, why did he want a job with me?

I don't know.

You know, inspector?

The older I get

the more I realize how little I know

about my fellow human being, and, uh..

...what's running through his mind.

Maybe he was tryin' to jack up

Abrilev's price, uh, with an outside offer.

Mmm.

You wouldn't happen to have a patented cure

for a hangover, would you?

Uh, yes, as a matter of fact I, uh, I think I do.

Give up drinking.

[laughing]

Yeah, I just got in.

To tell you the truth, I'm dead tired.

Uh, could we make it for breakfast?

I could show you the jewels then.

Fine.

Well, this is my first trip to Kansas City.

Why don't you pick the place?

Okay, good.

Yes, sir, I'm looking forward to meeting you too.

[knock on door]

- Yeah? - 'Telegram.'

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[g*nsh*t]

Let's go!

- Shanna Hurley? - Uh, yes?

My name is Tom Colby. I'm with the FBI.

You know something? I could have gone all day without this.

Do you know this man?

Yeah. I-I know him.

- Frank Sawyer? - Yeah.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, uh, maybe a year ago.

Why, what's.. What's he done?

Well, we'd just like to talk to him, um..

...in connection with the jewel robbery.

Do you know where he is now?

I wish-I wish I could help you, I really do.

Has he tried to contact you, since he left town?

No, we didn't exactly part on the best of terms.

I see..

Well, Miss Hurley, in the event that he does call you..

I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell him

that we were in touch with you.

Yeah.

Sawyer had a job in town, didn't he?

Uh, he worked..

...at a health club.

Do you remember the name?

The Losers.

It fit him like a glove.

Off 8th Avenue?

Yeah, that's the one.

Well, thank you, Miss Hurley. You've been very cooperative.

Sure.

You know, I'm gonna chuck this whole thing

and go back to Parma, Ohio.

And work in my father's hardware store.

[clamoring]

You know, it's not safe in the city anymore.

I almost got mugged coming over here.

Is this it?

Listen, I'm sorry about your salesman.

I said hurt him, not k*ll him.

He had a g*n. You should have told us.

I could use a little bit more money.

Have your friends sent out the stuff yet?

You know, I've been thinking, it might not be

a bad idea to cool it for a while.

All my life, I've been playing against the percentages.

For once in my life, I'd like to play the percentages

and leave the game a winner.

Suit yourself.

You have something in mind?

For the last time, Frank.

Possibly the biggest win yet.

What's our cut?

Same as always. Twenty five percent.

Uh-uh.

You know something, Frank? You're getting a little greedy.

Just because we're friends and I happen to like you..

Funny how we hooked up, isn't it, Mr. Gray?

Me workin' at the same health club

where you were a member.

Then being let go and all that.

Did you ever find out who put the finger on me?

But things have a way of workin' out for the best

don't they, Mr. Gray?

You really have a suspicious mind, don't you?

Listen, Mr. Gray, you may have the fancy house in Connecticut

but you'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes

same as me, so let's not kid each other, alright?

Thirty percent of what you fence.

This is Martin Abrilev.

He's coming in from Antwerp tomorrow on Flight 604.

I had nothing against Sawyer.

He did his job, kept his mouth shut

got along well with the members, what more can you ask?

Why'd he leave?

Well, if it was up to me, he'd still be working here.

But one of the members got wind of his prison record..

My hands were tied. I had to let him go.

And when he left, did he say where he was going

or what he was gonna do?

No, he wasn't much of a talker.

Took it pretty well, though.

I have a feeling it knocked the props out from under him.

I feel real bad about it.

You say, uh, one of the members got wind of his record?

Do you mind telling us which one?

Yeah, that was, uh, Keenyn Gray.

You know, the same fellow who was with Fletcher.

Well, thanks, Mr. Spain. You've been a great help.

Oh, I hate this city.

What time is it?



We've got two hours before his plane arrives.

[sighs]

- Frank, let's split, huh? - What?

Let's get outta here.

Are you crazy?

- It's all set up. - Come on, Frank. Why not?

Man, we got enough money, and-and in 45 minutes

we could be on a plane for Oregon.

[sighs] You're just a kid, really, aren't you, Case?

Every time there's pressure, you wanna take

your bat and ball and go home.

It was a pipe dream, wasn't it?

[exhales]

We ain't never gonna get that ranch.

Look, man, get off my back.

Just get off my back.

So final, it..

I still can't believe he's gone.

How old was Vic?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe 28?

Oh, dear God.

Andrea, come on, sweetie.

[sighs]

What's this?

I almost forgot.

It's your birthday.

It was really Vic's idea.

The night of the party, I asked him

what he thought I should give you, and..

We were like a couple of kids in a conspiracy to surprise you.

I never knew how much

Vic idolized you until then.

He...he kept saying that

he wished that he could be half the man that you were.

'Sounds corny when you repeat it.'

It was pure gold the way he said it.

Darling?

I'll be alright.

[doorbell rings]

Uh, I'm Inspector Erskine with the FBI

this is Mr. Colby.

Why don't you come in, gentlemen?

Thank you.

Darling, these gentlemen are with the FBI.

If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'd like to get some rest?

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Gray.

Do you recognize this man?

We're looking for him in connection

with the diamond robberies.

Uh, well, he-he looks familiar.

Just familiar?

Uh, Inspector, I'm...afraid I'm too tired to concentrate.

Maybe later.

We have information identifying you

as the man responsible for having him fired.

I'm sorry, inspector, I couldn't even

recognize even my own photograph today.

You don't, uh, have to tell us anything, of course.

You may even want to consult your lawyer.

But if you know anything about Sawyer--

How would I know? I had nothing to do with it.

We'll know more about that when we talk to Sawyer.

We have good reason to believe

that the robberies were planned and staged by an inside man.

Someone who knew where these salesmen were going.

Someone who knew that Fletcher was going to be in Los Angeles.

That Hunter would be in that hotel in Kansas City.

You see, we're not dealing now

with a case of major theft.

We're dealing with m*rder.

The circle's beginning to close, isn't it?

In a way, I'm glad...the race is over.

But it seemed so important at the time.

Where's Sawyer?

What'll happen to me?

It could depend on what you say right now.

Well, you better get going.

They're at Kennedy Airport.

He should be meeting Abrilev's plane

from Antwerp right about now.

What's his flight number?



[intense music]

[rotor whirling]

Unit One to all units.

Proceed to Kennedy Airport.

Can you patch me through

to the airline dispatcher at Kennedy?

[man #1 on radio] 'Yes, we can. Stand by.'

'I've the airline dispatcher for you now, inspector.'

Uh, this is Inspector Erskine with the FBI.

Has Flight 604 from Antwerp arrived yet?

[man #2 on radio] 'I think they've all just about'

'cleared customs, inspector.'

Can you put a message over your public address system

in French?

[man #2 on radio] 'Yes, I think so. What's the message?'

To the jeweler who just came in on that flight.

An attempt may be made to rob you.

Make no effort to resist

but go directly out of the terminal

to the heliport.

[man #2 on radio] 'Right, inspector. Will do.'

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[man on PA] 'Attention, attention, au bijoutier'

'qui vient d'arriver Vol 604.'

'C'est possible, que quelque attente pour devaliser.'

'Ne vous persister de resister.'

'Mais allez immediatement de terminal l'heliporte.'

'Attention, attention, au bijoutier'

'qui vient d'arriver Vol 604.'

'C'est possible, que quelque attente pour devaliser.'

'Ne vous persister de resister.'

'mais allez immediatement de terminal a l'heliport.'

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

- What're you doing here? - What took you so long?

Let's hit him and get out of here.

Not here, you stupid fool.

[rotor whirling]

[music continues]

[g*nf*re]

Hold it, FBI!

Move!

[music continues]

Hold it right there!

[g*nshots]

[Lew] Hold it, Sawyer.

'Drop it.'

[g*nsh*t]

[music continues]

I should despise him but I don't.

At first my pride was wounded

that I could be taken in so easily.

But then I began thinking of Gray.

His wife. His child.

That's the real tragedy. His family.

[intercom buzzes]

It always is.

Just a minute. Gray's outside.

Send him in.

Well, thanks for stopping by.

Are you alright, Keenyn?

I know I've no right to ask, but..

...would you take care of Andrea and Michael?

Of course.

[male narrator] Harold Casey and Frank Sawyer died of their wounds.

Keenyn Bradford Gray was convicted

as an accessory to m*rder in State courts

and has been sentenced to 20 years in prison.

He is awaiting trial in Federal court

for interstate transportation of stolen property.

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