07x03 - Climb a Deadly Mountain

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It all seems
pretty hush-hush to me.

When someone sends you
a $, advance,

it's one way of saying
things are hush-hush.

Joe, at least you could tell me
where you're going.

Afraid I can't.

Joe, that's really
going overboard.

Peggy, I don't know yet
where I'm headed.

Well, will you call me
as soon as you know?

Will do.

Is it too much to ask roughly
when that might be?

"Roughly” tonight.

If I'm out of the office,
call me at home.

Anything you say, little mother.

Mr. Mannix?
Right.

Hi, I'm Don Elliot,
been expecting you.

Ah,

We're ready to go.

Will she fly?

Well,
it doesn't have a piano bar,

but it'll get us there.

Hey, do you happen to know
what this is all about?

Not me--
I just fly the airplane.

The company pays my check the
first and th of every month

and it clears the bank.

Anything else
is out of my department.

Let me help you with your bag.
Yeah, thanks.

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I'd say that weather front's a
couple hours ahead of schedule.

Yeah, let's check it out.

Hello, Prescott Radio.

This is Piper -Papa.

We're outbound on Victor-,
east of your station.

What have you got painted
on your scope down there?

I have weather
return in Buckeye Vicinity.

Do not have you painted.

do not
have you painted.

Roger. -Papa.

Thank you, Prescott.

It may get a little rough.

I've been there before.

Good.

There's nothing really
to worry about.

Hello, Prescott,
this is -Papa.

Prescott Radio, -Papa,
come in, please.

No good.

Too much electrical
interference.

You want to turn back,
Mr. Mannix?

That's up to you.

I think I'll just climb her
a bit

and get ahead
of that range ahead.

Fine with me.

Mayday, Mayday,
this is -Papa.

We've been struck by lightning.
We're going down.

Do you read me out there?

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Hello?

Hello, Mr. Mannix's office.

Hello, Peggy,
this is Art Malcolm.

Oh... hi, Art.

Well, that's a nice
warm greeting.

Maybe I can do better
with Joe; is he there?

No, I... I don't know
where he is.

I-I don't have a clue.

I thought he only
played that game with me.

Well, the club
is getting larger.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

Yesterday afternoon
when I took him to the airport.

What airport? When?

Burbank.

A little after :.

He wouldn't tell me
where he was going.

He said he didn't know.

Tell you the truth, Art,

I'm getting a little worried
about him.

He said he'd phone last night,
and he didn't.

Now, Joe's not always punctual,

but he's never missed
by this far.

All right, Peggy,
I'll do some checking.

Burbank will have a record
of the departure

and the appointed destination.

Give me about five minutes;
I'll get back to you.

Thanks, Art.

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Man, you're getting to be
a real nuisance.

Thanks.

It's the least I could do...

with your g*n.

My g*n in exchange
for the compass and canteen.

Sooner or later,
everybody gets cheated.

My turn, right?

Look on the bright side,

now it's behind you.

Why all this hide-and-seek?

I checked your wallet
after I patched you up, Mannix.

Your line of work and my uniform

doesn't exactly make
for lasting relationships.

I don't suppose
they just let you walk out.

Oh, no,
that's against the rules.

Anything left in that?

A man on the run...

Hold it.

Thought I heard something--
probably a deer.

As I was saying,
a man on the run

doesn't usually stop
to help someone.

Look, that plane
almost came down on me.

I fixed your arm a little.

Big deal.

That's not all.

The canteen, the compass, arrow.

Why?

I was raised in the mountains.

I figured you for a city dude.

You needed 'em more than I did.

Yeah.

Easy.

You, uh, figure if I get the
chance, I'll give you trouble.

Will you?

No.

But if I change my mind,
I'll let you know.

Okay.

Look, we're not doing
any good around here.

Can you travel?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Being that you know my name...

maybe I ought to know yours.

Lucas Whitney--
most folks call me Luke.

Well, thanks
for all your help, Luke.

Mannix, I'm not sure
I helped you at all.

Maybe just the opposite.

Anyone seen talking to me
could get himself k*lled.

You will let me know
what the FAA has to say

as soon as you hear, right?

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Malcolm.

Oh, yeah, put her on.

Hello, Peggy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Art,
but you said five minutes.

Yeah, well, I was waiting
to get some more information.

According to Burbank, their
destination was Albuquerque.

We checked, but there's no
record of the plane's arrival.

Well, it doesn't take hours
to fly to Albuquerque.

Well, of course not, Peggy,
but there could be

a hundred reasons
why they aren't there.

Yes, I know.

Now, don't start
at the bottom of the list.

The plane was registered
to Walding Electronics,

and they've got offices
all over the southwest.

Now, they could have landed
anyplace between there and here.

There may be a hundred reasons,

but which one explains
why Joe hasn't called?

Well, the FAA is working
on it, Peg.

We'll get
some definite news soon.

Thanks, Art.

Call me the moment you hear,
no matter what.

Okay, Peggy.

Take a look around.

Name's Elliot,
out of Kansas City.

Don't worry, Parks,
you'll get yours.

Mr. Rizo, over here.

There must have been
a passenger.

Somebody dragged him over here.

Well, it sure as hell
wasn't that dead pilot.

Think it was Luke?

Who else?

He never should have helped
that guy.

Think they're together?

If they are...?

Too bad for that passenger.

Sorry to push you
so hard, Mannix.

I'm all right.

I just don't know
how far back those guards are.

Why prison guards
and not the sheriff?

'Cause they want me
for themselves.

They must have
a pretty good reason.

Ha, I wouldn't be surprised.

Let's, uh, back up.

They sent you up for something.

Armed robbery of a hardware
store I've never seen.

That's a popular story.

Ah, like I said before, sooner
or later everybody gets cheated.

I was on my way from Eastern
Tennessee-- mountain country.

I was going to California.

Almost made it, too,

except for a roadblock
outside this little town,

couple of local sheriffs.

Seems they were looking for
a black cat, pulled a robbery.

I had a packet of money,
I filled the bill.

Just how much is
"a packet of money"?

, bucks.

Took me five lousy years
to put that money together.

Somebody had to identify you.

Yep, the storekeeper.

I was black and he wanted
his bucks back.

Leaving $,.

Right.

And they got the $,.

And I got one to five.

I was going out
to look for a job.

Then I was gonna send
for my family.

I got a son-- nine--
and twin daughters-- seven.

You see,

strip-mining kind of put most
of us coal miners on welfare.

And now my wife's back home

with no money, no man,
and three hungry kids.

Let's go.

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Well, this snake
didn't commit su1c1de.

Somebody blowed his head off.

Mr. Rizo, two sets of prints.

Means Luke's got somebody
to spill his guts out to.

Well, if it's that passenger
from the plane,

he just ran out of luck.

Hello, Peggy.

What is it, Art?

Why didn't you call?

It's bad news, isn't it?

The FAA found some wreckage
in the Sierra Chirajos.

Was there any sign of life?

We don't know.

The search party is working
its way up the mountains now.

Until they get there, we're just
going to have to sweat it out.

When will they get there?

Probably early morning.

What are we going to do?

Well, the first thing
you're going to have to do

is arrange for a babysitter
to look after Toby.

I've taken a couple of days off

and I've already booked us
a flight.

Oh.

Here, some currant berries.

They won't fill you up,
but they'll keep you going,

and it'll make the supplies |
got in my knapsack last longer.

Where'd you get those supplies?

Stumbled across a couple hunters
up in the hills, sleeping.

They had two knapsacks,
so I ripped off one.

You know, Luke, you, uh, got
a real knack for finding things.

You'd make a great private eye,

except for one minor detail.

Oh, what's that?

Well, there's a thin difference

between finding things
and ripping 'em off.

Yeah, I guess you got
a point there.

You like your job?

Eh, about four days a week.

Pays the rent.

How'd you get started?

Here.

One day I decided I was better

at asking questions
than answering them.

For example, how much time
did you have left to serve?

About a month.

Only days to go
and you decided to break out.

How come?

Well, I saw something might have
been better off not seeing.

Mannix.

I got another one.

Let's go.

Can you make it back?

I'll make it, Mr. Rizo.

All right, come on.

How's your a*mo?

I got two rounds left.

Three.

Five b*ll*ts are gonna have
to go a long way.

Mint leaves.

There's water
around here somewhere.

Try down there.

I think I can buy us some time.

You catch on fast
for a city dude.

Let's go.

No sign of prints.

We've been had.

Back to the creek.
We'll head downstream.

Let me have the compass.

South-southwest is the hard way,
but for us, it's the best way.

I figure we keep going

till we find a good place
to rest for the night.

Hold it.

Uh-huh. This'll do fine.

After you, sir.

You okay?

Yeah.

They want you pretty bad, Luke.

How bad?

They want me dead.

You see, I was working
outside the complex,

doing some road repairs,

and I saw what looked like
to be a grave site.

There was no headstone
or anything,

but you can pretty much tell

by the shape
of the mound, and...

I looked around,
and there were three, four more.

Any idea who they belonged to?

Mm-hmm.

Every now and then,

one of the cons
would give Rizo a bad time,

you know, sh**t off his mouth,
sass him back.

For some strange reason,

these cats always managed
to escape.

At least
that's what we were told.

Now, nobody believed it,

and nobody could
ever prove it...

until I came along.

Somebody saw you?

Well, at that time,
I wasn't too sure.

Sorry to bother you, Luke,

but we've got a little job
for you.

Mind coming with us?

What kind of job?

Special job.

Takes a real good man.

Right, Parks?

That's right, Mr. Rizo.

That's right, Luke.

Only you can handle it.

Come on, Luke.
Won't take long.

I got a choice?

That's about far enough.

Parks?

Far enough, Mr. Rizo.

What do you think, Luke?

Hand me that shovel,
please, sir.

Well, what do you figure
we got here, Luke?

Appears to me
like we got us a grave.

What do you think, Luke?

Parks?

It's a grave all right,
Mr. Rizo.

How many you figure
we got around here?

Well, I'll tell you.

We got exactly five graves here.

What do you say we try for six?

You going to k*ll me
in cold blood?

Warm blood.

You got warm blood, Luke.

Don't sell yourself short, boy.

What if I swear
that I'll never tell?

What if you do?

Start digging.

And two days later,
your plane came down on me.

Mm-hmm.

The last thing Rizo wants

is for you
to get off this mountain.

Unfortunately, you're now
in the same boat with me.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Rizo?

They ain't gonna make it
off this mountain tonight.

Well, we keep looking
long as we got some light left.

Mannix?

I'm sorry I got you into this.

To tell you the truth,
Lieutenant,

it was just good luck
the plane was spotted.

When they go down
in the Sierra Chirajos,

they usually just disappear.

Thanks.
Sure.

There's no place in the area
for a chopper to land, huh?

Right, but the search party
should be near the wreck by now.

Hmm. When will you hear?

I hope by the time
we get to the base camp.

Looks deserted.

Sure does.

Hell, we passed right by 'em.

Base camp
calling Lieutenant Carson.

Carson. Acknowledge. Over.

Rescue party
reports reaching wreckage.

Pilot dead.
No sign of passenger.

Have initiated search. Over.

Roger. Understand.
Carson out.

Art?

Well, if Joe isn't around,

that means
he must be working his way down.

He can't be very badly hurt.

I, uh... I wish
he'd stayed with the plane.

We were informed today

there's an escaped convict
in the area.

What do you know about him?

Oh, uh, his name's Luke Whitney,

black, age , pounds.

What else?

Prison authorities tell us
that he's armed and desperate.

They regard him as a k*ller.

Hello?!

Anybody home?!

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Sorry, ma'am.

Uh, please don't be frightened.

What do you want?

My friend and I need help.

You see, there's some men
up on those hills that...

Looks abandoned.

No reason they'd stop there.

They'd be sitting ducks.

What is it, Mr. Rizo?

On the other hand,

let's check it out.

Yes, sir.

It's all right, Jess.

These men are looking for help.

We've got to get word
to the sheriff.

Mister, those men are after us.

Ain't gonna stop
till we're dead.

That ain't no business of mine.

Now, you boys
just better mosey on.

They might be telling
the truth, Jess.

Well, what can I do, Faye?

There ain't a phone around here
for miles.

Well...

I-If there was a way we could
get the car to running...

Well, I can't get it
started and that's that, now...

Eh, mind if we
take a look at it?

Can't do no harm, Jess.

We just can't
let them be k*lled.

Well, I suppose not.

Got her setting out in the barn.

Come on.

If you're afraid of being seen,

this here tunnel leads
to the barn.

When this place was built,

mountains up there
used to be Indian country.

This was one way of escaping.

How's it going, Tom?

Jim, some scoop just
came in on the radio.

Oh, good.
Sure are a lot of people

up on those mountains today.

Okay, thanks.

Thanks, Rescue One.

Base camp, over and out.

What have you got?

Mannix is headed down
on a south-southwest course.

And he isn't alone anymore.

They've found all kinds
of footprints up there.

Oh, maybe somebody found him.

Hunters, possibly,
but I doubt it.

Why?

Come here, I'll show you.

South-southwest
is the back way out.

It's rugged.

The hunters would come
out to the north.

That's where we are now.

Rescue One calling base camp.

This is base camp.

Come in, Rescue One.

Footprints now look
like there's two men

being followed by three,
maybe four.

No visual contact
with either party. Over.

Thanks,
Rescue One. Over and out.

Two men.

The escaped convict.

South-southwest.

Where would that bring them out?

South of the Chirajos.

Anything there?

Oh, couple of broken-down farms,
that's it.

Might be worth a look.

Let's go.

Can you give me a little
more light out of that?

Yeah.

How's it look?

Well, the wire from the coil
to the distributor is sh*t.

I think I can replace it
with a wire from the headlights.

Listen to me, old lady.

I don't want to hear
a sound out of you.

Shh.

Not a sound.

Pretty near got it.

Jess, you'd better
get your wife ready.

We'll be leaving here soon.

I'm too old
to start running now.

But you boys better get going.

I'll be staying right here
where I belong.

Jess...

those guards will k*ll anybody
I've talked to.

No matter who.

I reckon I can protect
what's mine.

You better listen to him, Jess.

Luke!

Luke, I know you're in there.

You and the other guy.

So drop your g*ns and come on
out with your hands up.

Luke, you hear me?

Come on out!

Luke!

You'll never guess
the goody I got in here.

I got me a scared
little old lady.

Hold it, Jess.

I'd sure hate
to have to hurt her.

Luke, I'm giving you
and your friend

seconds to come on out.

After that, the old lady
quits getting older.

Stall him, Luke.

I hear you, Rizo.

Let the woman go.

She's got nothing
to do with this.

That was a neat trick
up at the stream, Luke.

I thought you people
were afraid of water.

We were downstream of you.

Ain't nothing worse than that.

You know, pollution.

seconds.

Luke, take the tunnel over
to the house and wait.

seconds.

When you hear the car horn,
come up fast.

Right.

seconds.

Jess?

Yeah?

Attach one end
of the wire here

and the other one
into the distributor.

Got it?
Yeah.

It's that time, Luke.

Roll call.

Is it yes or no?

Rizo.

I'm Joe Mannix.

There's a new situation in here.

We've got a g*n on Luke.

"We"?

Who's "we," Mannix?

The woman's husband and me.

Now, how about a deal, Rizo?

Keep talking, I'm listening.

The old man and I figure
your business is with Luke.

Right so far.

What else?

A trade.

You get Luke,

the old man gets his wife,

and I get lost,

like nothing's happened.

Okay, Mannix.

You got yourself a deal.

You send Luke out...

...then you
and the old man show.

Ready.

Hold it. Drop your r*fle.

Lose the g*ns.

Lose them, Rizo.

Now, lose the g*ns.

And now, Mr. Parks,

if you would kindly
raise your hands.

Mr. Whitney?
Yep.

The DA's waiting for you
in town.

A few formalities
you've got to go through.

Sounds good to me.

Mr. Mannix, this is your car.

Well,
you'll be going home, Luke.

Yep.

The kids'|| be bigger, but my
wife'|| be just as pretty.

I guess I can take it
from there.

Well, if you ever need me...

for any reason.

Any reason?

Yeah.

Thanks, Luke.

I owe you.

Hey, that goes for me, too.

Here's a compass.

In case the city cat
gets lost again.

Hi, Peg.

Joe.

You cost me a fortune
in babysitters.

I was worried sick.

I'm sorry I didn't call, Peg.

Uh, I just couldn't
find a phone.

Let's go.