01x14 - Pound of Flesh

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

- How does it look, okay? - 'Just great!'

Well, it brightens things up a little, doesn't it?

It sure does. Thanks a lot for helping us out, Mrs. Fletcher.

- We sure appreciate it. - It was fun.

You sure you boys can finish up alright without me?

Ah, sure we can. And thanks again.

- How 'bout it, fellas? - Yeah.

- Goodnight, boys. - Goodnight.

Alright, men, that does it.

[man on TV] 'Here, on the top of the fourth innings'

'still nothing to nothing'

'while the White Sox at bat.'

'Milliken has been very steady until last inning'

'but his control seems suddenly to have deserted him.'

[telephone ringing]

'Austro, the Sox's clean-up man'

'now in the batter's box.'

'He's hitless, so far tonight.'

'Milliken stares in to get his sign, goes into the stretch.'

'A breaking ball, low and away. Ball one.'

Hello.

I see the ball game won.

Huh?

I should've known that sermon wouldn't stand a chance

of getting written with the ball game on.

[chuckles] That's what you get for going away and leaving me alone.

Did you get the service center decorated?

Finally, she said wearily

thousand miles of crepe paper later.

Come right home, I miss you.

I'm leaving the base now.

So, don't go back to sleep.

Look, uh..

[laughs] I can't get away with anything with you, huh?

[chuckles] Not a thing, dear. I'll see you.

Okay, honey.

[man on TV] 'Now, Milliken looks in for a sign.'

'Nods, into the stretch.'

'Another short, round ball to Younger at shortstop.'

'The throw to first, he's out.'

[dramatic music]

What are you doin'?

I know you, don't I? Haven't you been at the..

[gasps] No. No!

[man on TV] 'And there it goes! Away, way out. A home run!'

'Into the Left Field Bleachers.'

[theme music]

[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin, Warner Brothers' production.

Starring, Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring, Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars, Leslie Nielsen

Malcom Atterbury

Bruce Dern.

Tonight's episode, "Pound of Flesh."

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[Charles] 'I-I know all that, Arthur'

and I'm, I'm sure your resident agent is efficient.

But what I'm asking you for

is your very best evidence in this matter.

Charlie, I know you're constituent

in putting some pressure on.

But Lou's desk is already under pile--

No, no, my-my telephone hasn't quit ringing

since the middle of the night.

General Chase said he's afraid he'll have a full-scale riot

in his hands unless something is done.

And Howard Shelly called to say that Fort Marshall--

Howard Shelly?

The Fort Marshall enquirer, columnist.

Yeah, I know him.

The national, he's syndicated.

At least that the town's people who were out for blood.

"Bludgeoned, death instantaneous."

Is this right, congressmen, three killings in six months?

All women.

Twice as many molestations.

Probably twice as many unreported.

They picked up a soldier on one of the murders.

Acquitted him.

That's the last paragraph

PFC, uh, Byron Landy.

Look, Art, I-I don't have to tell you

how important good relations are.

When an army base in a town are cheek by jowl like this.

Well, those good relations are disintegrating, fast.

'The town's people blame the army for the crime wave.'

All the soldiers are offended by the accusing finger.

And both alumnus are resentful

because Landy was returned to duty.

You mean, Landy is back at Fort Marshall?

He hadn't been back two days before Mrs. Fletcher was k*lled.

This, uh, Captain Craig Fletcher..

There was an old American named Fletcher.

That's right, he's the same man.

'And very popular.'

Matter of fact, it wouldn't have been for Fletcher and his wife

there probably would've been a blow-up long before this.

And now that safety valve is gone.

Arthur?

Charlie..

[groans]

Jean, I want the first flight available

for Mr. Erskine and Mr. Rhodes, uh, to Fort Marshall, Missouri.

Right. And would you notify the resident agent there?

'That's Dale Newton.'

[intense music]

A single blow on the head. Usual blunt instrument.

Uh, still no sign of a car?

No, sir. Not yet.

Presumed stolen by the subject.

Time of death?

About 8:30 p.m.

Inspector, uh, I don't know if this connects up

but the armory was broken into last night.

Guard was slugged from behind.

Two .45 automatics, two submachine g*ns

and a thousand rounds of ammunitions were stolen.

The crew is looking for prints now.

- What time was that? - A little after eight.

Lou, I've got a name.

He was last seen at the PX around 7:30.

He's now listed as AWOL.

No others, huh?

Yeah, there were three others

but they've all been gone two weeks or longer.

Well, Newton, ask the CID to let us know the minute

they get a line on a Private Byron Landy, will you?

Yes, sir.

I understand the MPs are picking up Landy.

Well, that won't be much a surprise to my town, Erskine.

I beg your pardon?

Howard J. Shelley.

I'd be very flattered

if I didn't have to explain who I was.

No, I'm familiar with your column, Mr. Shelley.

This, uh, Special Agent Rhodes.

- How do you do, sir? - How do you do?

Well, Mr. Erskine, it's gratifying to see

that the FBI is giving us such fast action.

You won't have to look far for Landy.

Uh, you understand, of course, Mr. Shelley, that Landy

is wanted for questioning, not m*rder.

Just a matter of time.

He m*rder*d the Henderson girl, no matter what the jury said.

And it's my guess that he m*rder*d Janice Fletcher, too.

You print a guess like that and the town will read it guilty.

Alright, inspector, I'll hold off as long as I can.

But I think I should tell you that my syndicate expects

a daily report on your progress.

The FBI doesn't make reports

on pending investigations, Mr. Shelley.

I have my own sources.

'We have faith in the FBI, sir.'

Well, I'll see you around.

Do you smell a little pressure?

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[Craig] 'Byron Landy.'

Yes, I know him. Perhaps, better than he knows himself.

Why?

What was your relationship with him?

Is he your man?

Did you like him? Did you get along together?

Byron Landy is one of the toughest

ball players I've ever coached.

He's a star of the base football team here.

He has lots of problems.

I ran across a dozen cases like his

when I was studying psychology.

I tried to help him.

Did he resent that?

You're looking for a motive, huh?

It helps.

Yesterday..

...her accused me of using my influence

to take him off the Vietnam roster.

Off the roster?

Yes.

There was fighting goin' on there.

Landy can never get enough of that.

He wanted to hit me.

That put him out of court marshal

so I volunteered to put the gloves on with him.

I think that's about the first fight he ever lost.

Byron Landy, huh?

Yes, he said he'd get even.

He had all the motive he needed.

[telephone ringing]

Fletcher residence.

Yes, Dale.

Good. We'll be right over.

The, uh, CID picked up Landy right here in town.

'Drunk in some bar.'

Thanks, chaplain.

Sorry to bother you at a time like this.

- Goodbye, sir. - Goodbye.

[door closes]

[instrumental music]

What's all this?

TVA Station got a tip from the bar

while they were picking up Landy.

Well, shall we run the gauntlet?

Uh, Inspector Erskine, we'd appreciate a few words.

No comment.

Uh, there's a lot of excitement about this case

and we're taping for the network.

We haven't interviewed Landy yet.

Is there any doubt about his guilt?

No comment.

Why don't you turn him over to us, buddy?

We'll get you a confession.

[all] Yeah, yeah..

[clamoring]

[male #1] 'Yeah, we'll take care of it.'

Word gets around.

Inspector, we questioned the guard

who was on auto gate last night.

But he doesn't remember seeing Landy

or the stolen car go out.

There was a lot of traffic.

Any finger prints from the armory?

Must've been wearing gloves.

No trace of the car yet.

Stolen g*ns, either.

Landy hid 'em pretty well, if he's our boy.

Oh, you better keep an eye outside.

Inspector Erskine of the FBI, Landy.

This is Special Agent Rhodes.

I have to inform you that you have the right to counsel.

That anything you say can be taken down in writing

and used against you in the court of law.

Well..

...you can write this down in your..

...little book or whatever it is there, Inspector, that..

...Private Byron Landy is guilty

of having a...massive hangover.

Which any court of law..

...knows is due to excessive drinking.

Since when does a..

...a drunk and disorderly come under a federal statute?

When the degree of disorder warrants it.

Oh, unfortunately, I can't always remember the, uh..

...details of my campaigns.

[chuckles]

Do you remember how you felt when you lost that boxing match?

Preacher doesn't know he's just talking to Pope, does he?

You threaten him?

I threatened him.

Why are you so anxious to go to Vietnam?

Well, soldiers are supposed to fight wars, aren't they?

Yeah, but they don't usually fight each other for the chance.

What's the great attraction?

What do you mean, "What's the attraction?"

Well, generally, when a man wants to go to w*r that badly

it's one of two reasons, either he wants to k*ll somebody

or he wants to get himself k*lled.

Well, I don't know the answer to that, inspector.

Why don't you ask Dr. Freud?

Private, what time did you drive off the base last night?

Oh, wait a second, man, I don't even own a car.

You know?

Oh, what is the problem? What's the matter?

Some g*ns and ammunition were stolen

from the armory last night.

Well, I'm not guilty.

Now, is that all?

There was a m*rder.

[Lewis] 'Mrs. Craig Fletcher.'

In the parking lot about 8:30 p.m.

'Her car was stolen.'

Now, wait a minute. I was acquitted.

Am I gonna be the patsy for every m*rder

that's committed from now on?

I confess, I got drunk last night

and I went over the wall, but that's all I did.

That was my crime for the day. Alright?

Is there anything else?

Is there?

[male #2] 'Alright, uh, bring it near, we'll try to get him.'

Chaplain can't tell you anymore than we can, I'm sorry.

Are you going to talk to Landy, chaplain?

Yes.

Could you give us a statement about

what you expect to learn?

You mean, do I think he's guilty?

Yes.

Captain Fletcher

a statement like that is all that time needs.

It's never straight. There's no evidence yet.

Let me see him alone and there'll be no doubt.

Chaplain.

Captain Fletcher, I don't think you're--

Mr. Erskine, this is my duty.

He's an army prisoner and I am an army chaplain.

You're a little early, aren't you?

They haven't slit my pant legs, yet.

You know I tried to stop you from going to Vietnam.

I don't know why everybody else couldn't wait to see me go.

Because you would've k*lled, Landy.

And you would've liked it.

And then, there would be no stopping you.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of people who seem to think

I'm hooked already.

I know you, Landy, I've seen that look in your eye.

I tried to make you realize that you were dangerous.

No, wait a second.

- And now you have k*lled. - I didn't k*ll your wife--

- Why wouldn't you listen-- - I didn't k*ll your wife!

Come on. Come on..

[dramatic music]

[grunting] Why wouldn't you listen?

- I didn't-- - 'Why wouldn't you listen?'

'Why wouldn't you listen?'

[clamoring]

Will you get him off me?

- Chaplain. - Get him out of here.

Get him off me.

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Don't be so hard on yourself.

I'm a phoney.

I'm no better than that..

[sighs]

I wanted to k*ll him in there.

I don't think you could have.

Did you go in there to k*ll him?

I went in there to try to find the truths..

...to understand.

I didn't even try to understand, that I hated him.

Made a mockery out of every word I've ever said from the puppet.

For one little moment you forgot you were a chaplain.

One, huh?

I haven't stopped hating, inspector.

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Chaplain.

You still think Landy's guilty?

That's about the only mistake I didn't make.

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[man on radio] 'Seven. Seven. Dispatcher to Seven.'

Seven. Erskine.

'Mr. Rhodes to speak to you, inspector. Go ahead.'

Uh, Lou, I'm back in Dale's office.

A word just came in from the Iowa Highway Patrol.

They found Mrs. Fletcher's car.

Iowa?

'Not far across from Missouri border'

'in Centreville.'

'It was abandoned off a highway.'

Why would Landy drive all the way to Iowa

and then turn around and come back?

I don't know, a car could have been

could have been bought, borrowed

or even stolen from Landy, after he left the base.

You better follow it up fast.

Yeah, crew from the Des Moines office

is on their way there now.

Maybe, they'll pick up some prints.

[dramatic music]

- Ed? - 'Yeah.'

Ever know a minister's wife who drank beer?

[instrumental music]

Couple of good ones.

- Yeah? - Uh-huh.

Alright, Private Landy, let's see if you like beer.

Well, they're not his.

Oh, great.

One step away from a formal m*rder charge

and Landy turns out to be a whiskey drinker.

Of course, he doesn't prove he's innocent

but, uh, we're a long way from an indictment.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Gentlemen, This is General Chase.

Inspector Erskine.

- General. - Inspector.

Special Agent Rhodes.

How do you do, Rhodes?

- Agent Newton. - Yes.

Yes, we've met.

You, uh, can't take Landy off our hands yet?

Oh, I'm afraid you're gonna have to hold him

on that AWOL charge a little longer, general.

How much longer?

'With Landy off the post, we could save some trouble.'

There's another problem, inspector.

My phone hasn't let-up all day.

Civic leaders, service clubs, and women's groups and..

Uh, Mr. Shelly, if you don't mind--

Can't you see what's happening here, inspector?

The tension is building up between

the civilian and the military.

This has never happened here before

and I don't intend to let it continue.

Now, just one moment.

We've been on this case less than five hours.

Exactly, what is it everybody expects?

A-a pound of flesh?

That's right.

Well, don't you care whose, Mr. Shelly?

Suppose, we were to give you Landy's head on a platter today

and tomorrow find out he's innocent..

He isn't. You know what the odds are.

[Lewis] 'Mr. Shelly'

sometimes the FBI proves innocence instead of guilt.

Now, why don't you ask those readers of yours

which they think is more important?

Justice is a word I respect too, sir.

But this is an emotional crime

and not the first.

And my self pedals are beginning to squeak.

[telephone buzzing]

Newton.

Yes.

He said what?

Yes, right away. Thanks.

Inspector.

Here's a time-saver for you.

Landy wants to confess.

[instrumental music]

[Landy] 'I keep a bottle..'

...stashed away, most of the time.

And when I got about halfway through the bottle

I decided to got to town.

I got out to the parking lot

and, uh, Mrs. Fletcher's car was there.

And I figured that her..

...buddy, the chaplain, needed a little bit of trouble.

'But then, Mrs. Fletcher got in the way..'

...and I think, uh, I, I hit her with something.

You think?

No, I-I-I hit her. That's right.

[grunts] Hit her.

What did you hit her with?

Uh..

Heavy. I had some, something that was really heavy!

That's right.

How did you get off the base, private?

I-I don't remember.

Look, you got me for m*rder, what else do you want?

We'd like one fact, Landy.

- One fact that isn't-- - Look, I k*lled her, alright?

You got that down there!

I k*lled her! K-I-L-L-E-D, k*lled!

Guard?

Why did you decide to confess, Landy?

Oh, you're really a hard man to convince, aren't you?

I've seen all kinds

from murderers to petty criminals.

And almost all of them have one thing in common

they wanna be punished.

Well, you're in a wrong business, you know that?

You ought to turn your g*n in for a Bible.

Vietnam or the gas chamber, what's the difference?

The job gets done.

There's one alternative, Landy

it's called growing up.

Oh, brother.

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[Chase] 'Oh, inspector. Can I see you a moment?'

That looks like we're in business.

You got your confession.

I can see no reason why the US Attorney

can't put in a little night work.

Get Landy out of here.

I'm not going to the US Attorney, yet, general.

Inspector, the morning edition is going to carry

a banner headline.

"Landy Confesses."

Do you want the sub-head to read

"But the FBI refuses to believe him?"

The presumption of guilt or innocence is up to a jury.

Not to me, Mr. Shelly, and not to you, either.

I'm aware of that.

I'm also aware there's nothing to stop you

from setting the wheels in motion.

The evidence doesn't justify.

Doesn't just..

Well, what more do you want?

Landy was AWOL at the time of the m*rder.

Supposing that's been a blind spot

somebody m*rder*d for a car.

Now, if he had a legitimate leave

just think how far he could get before he'd be missed.

Inspector, do you realize how many sets of finger prints

we're talking about?

We have a thousand troops on this base

that are going to Vietnam in two weeks.

'Over half of them were given a farewell yesterday.'

The day of the m*rder.

Don't you think we better get at it, general?

We don't keep the prints here.

They're in Washington.

And that's where Mr. Rhodes is going

just as soon as you give me those list of names.

[instrumental music]

[upbeat music]

Ah, get your daughters off the street, people.

The dog faces are in town again.

- Beer, Sam. - Look, we want no trouble.

No trouble, we just want beer.

Barman, you heard what he said.

You got a PX, go get your beer there.

That's where you belong.

Look, fella, we didn't do anything.

Look, fellas, they're not leaving.

What do you think about that?

[Sam] 'Knock it off!'

[clamoring]

- 'Jim?' - Yeah.

You wanna take a look at this one?

[instrumental music]

That's it.

- That's it. - Yeah.

"Whitney Duncan, Private First Class."

'His record show three attempts to get a medical discharge'

'all of them failures.'

And the next step is usually the chaplain.

You recognize him?

Duncan Whitney, yes, I remember he came to me about a month ago.

If you're looking for a motto with him, don't.

Because he doesn't have one.

All he wanted to do was get married.

He hadn't checked with the CEO

and didn't have the three days necessary

to get his blood tests and his license.

His girlfriend only had that one Saturday off

and...she had to go back to Iowa, to her job.

What kind of a job?

Oh, uh, it was, uh, some discount store

she worked in, I think she said.

Where in Iowa?

What difference does it make, inspector?

It might make a great deal of difference.

[sighs] I, uh, I can't remember.

'The name was familiar. But I don't know, I don't remember.'

Or would it, uh, jog your memory, sir

if you, if you saw it?

It might.

I, uh, picked up Iowa road map.

What was the girl's name?

What is the point of this, inspector?

You and I both know that--

I know that Whitney's fingerprints

were on that beer can.

He could have thrown that in the back of the car

when he was coming back from the PX.

I might find out the answer to that if I knew who the girl was.

[sighs] She never told me her name.

I never did get it.

He always called her "baby" or, uh..

She was pretty, she had a nice smile.

You say you, uh, saw them on a Saturday. Which Saturday?

April 10th.

So we're looking for a girl who was absent from work

in a discount house on Saturday the 10th of April.

Just what makes you think that Whitney will be with that girl?

Oh, we checked the destination

on his leave application. He used a phoney address--

You still don't know the girl's name.

No, but you know what she looks like.

- Now wait a minute-- - You have a helicopter.

We can be any place you say in Iowa within two hours.

Would you mind telling me why you're so bent on

proving that Landy's innocent?

Would you mind telling me

why you're so bent on proving he's guilty?

Because he is guilty, and I wanna see him punished!

You have any idea what that woman meant to me?

Not the man that my wife thought I was, inspector.

I cannot forgive him.

Alright, Captain Fletcher.

Maybe we'll all think better after a night's sleep.

We'll be the Fort Marshall hotel

in case you think of the name of that town.

Captain.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[telephone ringing]

Erskine. Yes.

The Mayor? What would..

Alright, give us 15 minutes.

[door knock]

Mr. Shelly.

This is Mr. Elmore Russell. Mayor of Fort Marshall.

- Inspector Erskine. - How do you do?

- Special Agent Rhodes. - How do you do, sir?

Sorry to intrude, inspector, but the committee decided

a meeting was advisable before any action was taken.

- The committee? - Appointed be me, Mr. Erskine.

Expedited conclusion to what is rapidly becoming

an intolerable situation.

'All you'd have to do to ease the tension in this town'

'is to arrest Byron Landy.'

Inspector, last night there was brawl between the civilians

and the military in a downtown bar.

Ten of those people are now in city jail.

I've had to cancel all leave

and restrict the barrack's all military personnel not on duty.

There's some mass protest meeting scheduled for tonight

on the steps of the City Hall.

I suggest that you'd be there.

This interview is over.

Inspector, I have no choice. I'm going to call Washington.

Well, inspector, it happened, so I'll have to print it.

And I will.

It's blackmail.

Who do they think they are

telling you how to conduct an investigation?

The US Attorney knows what your doing.

- Suppose their right, Jim. - Right?

I suppose Whitney did just toss that beer can

into the car as way back from the PX.

Oh, Lou.

Well, Landy could have hidden the g*n

somebody else could have driven the car to Iowa.

Anybody.

Yeah, but what-what about that confession?

I mean, it couldn't have sounded phonier.

And he wouldn't have been the first drinker

to black out. Still.

[telephone ringing]

Erskine.

[Craig on phone] 'Inspector, Craig Fletcher.'

Oh, yes.

Look, I haven't changed my mind about anything

but I don't feel I have a right to withhold information.

I found the name of that town in Iowa. It's Almira.

Almira?

Inspector...are you there?

Oh, yes, yes, chaplain.

And there's no need to call me that anymore.

I've decided to resign my commission.

Resign?

Now, about Almira.

I know that the mayor is setting up a committee

to keep you from going there.

Oh, don't you worry about that.

Now, if you intend to fly there, I would like to come with you.

And I'll try to identify that girl.

Well, good, we'll pick you up in ten minutes.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

The store closes at 10:30 in the night.

But they keep the weekend receipts

until the banks open in the morning.

That's all the money they took in Friday, Saturday and today.

It should be about fifteen thousand.

[whistles] Look out, Mexico. Here come the rich Americanos.

[laughing]

You come in here, that's the office.

You come in the store and that's the safe.

Looks easy.

If you can open it.

Open it?

What, are you serious?

Come on.

Morgan doesn't know much, but he knows his demolitions.

This is the noisy stuff.

'Nitro. Had to collect it little by little for months.'

Picked up some more goodies

on the way off the base.

[dramatic music]

[telephone ringing]

Fowler.

Yes, Lamar, what did you dig up on the discount stores?

Yes.

'Yes.'

I want you to get three cars over there right away.

Cruise the area, bring along walkie-talkies

and stand by for instructions.

Well, the three discount houses in town, all open weekends.

One report's, no girl's off on Saturday, April 10th.

'One report's a Blanche Morris. She's 58 years old.'

'Now the third, Richards.'

Everybody was off that day except the cleanup crew.

The sprinkler system was accidently triggered.

How many women employees?

Thirty seven, eight in the subject's age bracket.

[telephone ringing]

Fowler.

Yes, sir, he's right here.

Inspector, Washington. Mr. Ward.

Arthur, I was expecting a call from you.

Well, I've gotten some calls I wasn't expecting, Lewis

including one from the Pentagon.

They're after your scalp.

After the whole bureau's scalp

if I don't take you off that case.

Are you going to?

What's going on out there, Lewis

why you dragging your feet?

To tell you the truth, Arthur, I'm getting just a little tired

of answering that question.

But you do have an answer?

I am investigating a case

I would like to be allowed to finish it.

In Almira?

In Almira.

Alright, Lewis, I just wanted to hear you say it.

I'll, uh,..

I'll hold them off as long as I can.

Thank you, Arthur.

Oh, Lewis.

Try not to bother me again on Sunday

if you can help it.

Well, chaplain, shall we go shopping?

That's what I'm here for.

Inspector, Mr. Richards has photographs

of all his employees, should make our job that much easier.

[instrumental music]

I always require a photograph with ever application.

Can't always remember what they look like

by the time I get around to hiring them.

Oh, uh, this girl doesn't work here anymore

but she did at that time.

That's Whitney's girlfriend.

- When did she leave? - Yesterday.

Said she was going back home. Michigan.

I remember because she gave me two weeks notice

and they don't usually bother.

Could we borrow this?

'Keep it.'

Vicki Tanner, 105-4 Locust Street.

[instrumental music]

Erskine to all units. Subject has entered the area.

[music continues]

[engine cranking]

Erskine to Hughes. Come in.

Hughes. Go ahead, sir.

Subject has driven away from the apartment.

Headed for your position. Follow and keep me informed.

Erskine clear.

And here she comes.

[music continues]

Let's go.

Erskine to all cars.

Follow subject at minimum three-block interval.

[man on radio] 'Subject turned left on Court Street.'

'Is proceeding east at 30 miles an hour.'

[dramatic music]

Subject is processing east on State Highway 6.

Alright, you stay with her.

We'll go back to the office with the others.

You can reach me there if anything develops. Clear.

Must mean Whitney isn't here.

I'm sorry you had to wait around like this.

I'm going to charter a private plane to fly you home.

Nothing new yet?

I just came from the radio room.

Got a report that Vicki Tanner

checked into a motel about 30 miles from here.

And you still think that girl's gonna meet Whitney?

Well, we're going there to find out

but I'm sure you'd rather be in Fort Marshall.

'No, I prefer to stay here, if you don't mind.'

You know, we're a lot alike, you and I, we..

...both have made a commitment in our lives.

Both had our faith in that commitment challenged.

Only you resisted. Right or wrong, you stood by your code.

I didn't.

But I have to now.

If you find Whitney, and if he is guilty

I have to face him.

I must see him.

Lou, we just heard for Hughes again.

Evidently, Vicki hadn't been in her room five minutes

before she made a phone call to, uh

Amy's Motel, room eight.

It's right here in town.

[telephone ringing]

Fowler.

Yes, sir, he's right here.

Sir, it's Dale Newton at Fort Marshall.

Yes, Dale.

Inspector, Fort Marshall police

just turned up the k*ller of the Henderson girl.

A civilian wearing a stolen army uniform.

He's the same man who started the bar room fight

with the soldiers.

His prints connected him with the other crimes.

I thought you should know.

Okay, thanks very much.

Well, they found the m*rder*r of the Henderson girl.

And it wasn't Landy.

Clint, how far is that, uh, Amy's Motel from here?

- Oh, about, uh, 12 blocks. - Let's go.

Good luck.

You boys are a little late.

The Smith boys checked out half an hour ago.

- Smith? - Yeah.

Ah, let's face it, honey.

If it wasn't for the Smiths in this world

I'd be outta business in a week.

Two of them. You're sure of that?

Am I sure..

Listen, if there's one thing I can do

in this world is count.

Money and people.

Now, if you don't mind, we'd like to take

a look at that waste basket.

Sure, help yourself. Look, don't make a mess, huh?

- Yeah. Jim. - Yeah.

You, uh, you ever see this girl?

Yeah, she was in here bright and early this morning.

Right here in this room. She left about an hour ago.

[Jim] 'Lou.'

Looks like we go shopping again.

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Hey, wait, take this. I'll have my hands full with the suitcase.

[Lewis on speaker] 'This is the FBI. Drop your weapons and put up your hands.'

[g*nf*re]

[explosions]

Get him to the hospital right away, Clint.

Call an ambulance.

They got a few questions to answer.

[instrumental music]

[woman on PA] 'Calling Doctor Stevens. Doctor Stevens, please.'

'Will you please check with the nurse on duty in Ward B?'

Aren't you taking a chance

letting me go in there to see him alone?

I don't think so.

Isn't that why you wanted to stay?

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Chaplain..

...I'm sorry.

[Craig] 'Landy.'

I want you to forgive me if you can.

What for, chaplain?

Even though I didn't k*ll your wife.

I could have. You've always known that I've had it in me.

Yes, I knew.

Well, how did you get rid of it?

Do you know that?

I didn't, but I know now.

Yes, I know now.

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