01x20 - Quantico

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

It seems like a cathedral, dear.

Howard, you should see the ceilings.

Yes, I can almost feel them.

Doris, that ticking sound.

What is it?

Ticking?

It's like a cheap alarm clock.

It's gone now.

Alright, folks, if you will follow me, please.

Come along, dear.

[timer ticking]

What is it, dear?

Doris, I thought I heard--

You'll have to hurry along, folks.

- Is something in here ticking? - Sir?

Well, isn't there a clock back there?

No, sir. Not a thing.

- Move along, please. - Alright.

[timer ticking]

[dramatic music]

Get away! Get away, everybody. It's a b*mb!

Get away! It's a b*mb!

[expl*si*n]

[theme music]

[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin, Warner Brothers production.

Starring Efram Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbot..

...Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars, Michael Callan..

...Rhys Williams..

...and special guest star, Robert Walker.

Tonight's episode, "Quantico."

[instrumental music]

Conclusions based on the aforementioned

physical evidence and testimonies of eye witnesses

conclude the following.

- One set.. - Jim, where's Lewis?

Uh, Lou? Quantico, sir.

Quantico?

Someone tries to blow up the federal law building

and he's at Quantico.

Well, I wanna see him right away.

- And you, too. - Yes, sir.

Federal law building?

[indistinct chanting]

[g*nsh*t]

[Lucas] 'Correct.'

'Correct.'

[g*nsh*t]

'Correct.'

'Hold your fire.'

'Unload and holster.'

'That's all for now, Hunter.'

- Nice going, Charlie. - Thank you, sir.

Lucas tells me you're just about the best

trainee he's ever had.

Second best. Give him somethin' to work for.

Well, most of it is just plain luck.

If I thought it was just luck

I'd send you back to your law books.

Well, it's true. I've been lucky all my life.

Is that right?

Well, where I come from

being with or against the law

is strictly a matter of luck.

- 'Inspector Erskine.' - Yes.

Excuse me, sir. Your office called.

They'd like you to report in as soon as possible.

Thank you.

When are you comin' to Washington, Charlie?

This weekend. Hey, I owe you a dinner.

On a trainee's salary? Uh-uh.

I have some very influential friends

and one of them happens to own

an Italian grocery.

Well, just tell me this.

Can you cook as well as you sh**t?

Better.

And it's not luck, it's talent.

How about Saturday night, my place?

I'll be there.

[female #1] 'Calling Dr. Westover. Dr. Westover, please.'

'Will you call your exchange?'

His name's Harry Considine.

He's been a guard at the federal law building

since 1954.

Forty-seven years old, and may never see 48.

- That bad? - Mm-hmm.

Did you get a chance to talk to him?

No. He's unconscious.

That b*mb was meant to blow the building apart.

You can imagine what it did to him.

Any witnesses?

Not yet. Apparently, nobody saw anything.

Well, we better find someone who did.

Before whoever did this decides to try it again.

Put in plenty of peppers and if the sauce don't bite back

throw it out and start again.

Okay, Dominic. Hey, thanks.

Charlie.

Look, there's, uh, something I've been wanting to tell you.

You know you're the only guy from the street

who's really made it?

What do you mean? I'm still a trainee.

Well, that's a start.

I mean, it's more than a start.

College, the bureau.

Well, I'm-I'm proud of you, Charlie.

We're all proud of you.

[trumpet playing]

Yeah, he's back, too.

Kickin' and screamin', just like old times.

Smitty?

Yeah. He leaked in a couple of weeks ago.

Didn't he write you?

Hey, hold these for me, will you, Dom?

I'll pick 'em up in a little while.

[instrumental music]

Nylon.

It's part of a string from a musical instrument.

He probably used it to tie the units together.

Any prints on the camera case?

No. Not yet.

So far, all we have are fragments.

All too charred be useful.

We, uh, have identified the manufacturer, though.

Triple A photo equipment company, Rochester, New York.

Jim, get a list of their retail outlets.

I've done it, sir. Claiborne and Brown are checking 'em up.

Inspector.

These areas where the nylon is worn..

It was made by a pick.

- Guitar string? - Most likely.

That's nice.

Music to blow up buildings by.

[trumpet playing]

[knocking on door]

Oh, if it's opportunity, you got the wrong door.

How's it going, Smitty?

Like spring man. Hear the robin?

Sounded pretty good. How was Paris?

No way.

Hah.

I came back here to get away from the Americans

and you walk in.

Cousin Charlie, the all American square.

I was, uh, in the neighborhood.

Dominic told me you were home.

Yeah. Home. Good old USA.

Well, look around you, cousin.

You're right in the heart of America, the beautiful.

Who needs it?

Maybe you do. You're back.

Oh, that's just temporary, Charlie.

'Got a few people to see. Some things to do and, uh..'

...then I'm kicking this country for good.

Kickin' it for where, this time?

Who knows?

Some place noisy.

Too quiet around here.

Too many people sayin', "Shh

"get in line, do what I say.

Sign here. sh**t him. You're in the army now."

What, they finally draft ya?

No, they're tryin'.

But you see, I'm, uh, I'm opposed to all this

exploitation of the masses.

You know, these wars in Korea and Vietnam.

Gee, I'm, uh, surprised

you've even heard of the places.

Why Charlie, you know I made it clear to B-6

before I left school.

I can read.

Ever read the draft laws?

I don't need to. They all say the same thing.

Line up, sign here. You know what I figure?

No. What?

Break 'em.

Before they break me.

Why don't you push it through your horn, Smitty?

- Sounds better that way. - Now, don't go, Charlie.

You haven't even tried to convert me yet.

Tell you what. My, uh..

My cell mate's comin' back with a jug.

Now why don't we just put ourselves together

and blast off, huh?

Thanks, I already got a date.

- Bring her with ya. - It's Inspector Erskine.

Oh, is, uh..

...is that part of your FBI training?

The care and feeding of Inspector Erskine?

I don't dig you at all, cousin.

Just what do you dig?

Oh...flags.

Mother.

Liberty and loud noises.

Stay loose, cousin. I'll play our song.

[trumpet music]

[door slams]

Well, the camera case was put on the market

about 18 months ago.

The shop sold 23 of them.

I mean, 24.

Got the names of the customers?

Every one of them.

Ooh, it's gonna be a long weekend.

Phone calls, door to door and all that jazz.

[instrumental music]

Little more coffee?

Hmm, afraid I have to eat and run, Charlie.

I'm really sorry.

So am I. Anything I can do to help?

Yeah. Find me a guitar player who builds bombs.

Or a b*mb builder who plays the guitar.

Think he'll try again?

Probably.

Why the federal law building?

Because it stands for authority, law and order.

Planting that b*mb is like a nasty little kid

giving his teacher a hotfoot.

You know, where I grew up, all the kids were like that.

Always cutting school, stealing cars..

...evading the police.

And you?

I don't know.

It all started to seem like a mass temper tantrum.

So I studied psychology, then I studied the law.

More I learned about the law, more respect I had for it.

Then I ran into you.

You didn't run into me.

I got a letter from the dean of your law school.

He's an old friend of mine.

No kidding. I didn't know that.

Mm. After reading the thesis you wrote on law enforcement

we figured we better have you on our side.

[knocking on door]

Whoo! The happy hour is upon us, cousin.

Charlie, I want you to meet my mother.

Mom, this is my cousin, Charlie.

And this is the boy scout inspector.

- Joke's over, Smitty. Get out! - Oh, come on, Charlie.

Let's turn on and watch the world go by.

[phone ringing]

This is yours, inspector. Let me get it, Charlie.

- Smitty! - O-o-o-h! Jeez..

[cutlery clattering]

Charlie, that's no way to treat a relative.

[laughing]

Hello?

Yes, he is.

It's for you, sir.

- Erskine. - What was that racket about?

Oh, mother just dropped in.

Oh, the-the hospital called.

The guard's regained consciousness.

He may be able to tell us something.

Alright. I'll meet you at the hospital in ten minutes.

Thanks for the dinner, Charlie.

Hurry back, inspector.

I'm sorry about this, sir.

Listen, punk!

Why don't you let me finish my din--

That man's going out on a limb to help me.

Whatever you do to louse me up reflects on him. Get out!

I bet you are, Charlie.

Charlie.

[Smitty] 'Charlie?'

'Give me back my bottle.'

'Charlie?'

'Give it back or..'

'...I'll get a ticket for double parking'

'and turn you into a b*mb.'

'Charlie!'

[instrumental music]

There...there was this tourist.

A blind man and his wife.

A blind man?

Blind. Quite keen and all.

He said...said he heard a ticking noise.

'Over near one of the columns.'

That's where I found it.

A camera case...ticking..

...ticking...a b*mb.

Alright, Mr. Considine. Thanks very much.

All those witnesses and the only one

who saw anything was a blind man.

Well, if he heard the ticking, he must've heard something else.

A noise, word, something, some, some kind of identification.

Maybe why he hasn't come forward. He maybe afraid.

Afraid? Afraid of what?

Publicity. Headlines. Every sort of pressure.

Look at that.

Editorials.

Letters to congressmen. Letters from congressmen.

Memos from the director's office.

And all with one complaint.

If our federal buildings aren't safe

'then nothing is safe.'

Another incident like this and Washington

would turn into a snake pit.

We've gotta find this man before he lights another fuse.

We're trying, Arthur.

Trying isn't good enough.

What about the blind witness?

Well, he's apparently a tourist.

I've got agents checking every organization

for the blind, every hotel.

- And the camera case? - Jim?

Brown and Claiborne are tracking it down, sir.

What about the guitar string?

Well, we have a list of professional guitarists

from the musicians' union.

We're interviewing teachers, students

anyone who ever played the guitar.

Anyone who ever wanted to play the guitar.

[guitar strumming]

Hey, man. Where you been?

Ah...makin' history.

Smitty.

You gonna try that again?

Why not?

It's kinda soon, ain't it?

[clock ticking]

So?

They won't be expecting me.

Look, man.

Burning that draft card's one thing, but..

[intense music]

Hold it.

Okay, Sonya, baby, that's it for now.

I'll see you tonight?

Sorry, gentlemen.

But at 14 bucks an hour, I can't afford

to let that little p*ssy cat stand around and wait.

Now, what can I do for you?

Do you happen to own a camera case like this, Mr. Marcus?

Yeah. I used to. Not anymore, though.

Oh, what happened to it?

Oh, you won't tell Sonya?

Tell her what?

She thinks I'm loaded. Heh.

I mean if she knew I had to hock my camera things to pay her..

Can you imagine 14 dollars an hour?

You, uh, hocked the camera case?

Case, the camera, the whole schmear.

Do you have the pawn ticket?

No. It's probably sold by now.

Unless these models lower their prices

I'm gonna have to hock my gold fillings.

Listen, now. What pawn shop?

Oh, wait. I'll get it for ya.

We're home, Howard.

Never looked better.

Doris, I still feel

we-we should've stayed in Washington a few more days.

Huh. I don't feel right about this.

After all, uh, we where there.

And, and remember Doris, I heard--

Don't talk nonsense. It's over with. It's done with.

Now we're home.

I know that, Doris. I know we're home, but..

...a few words to the police wouldn't have mattered.

Doris, I-I just feel as though we've run away.

I'm glad we did.

You would've been identified as the man

who discovered the b*mb.

Whoever put it there would've known who you are

and where to find you.

What chance have we against a man like that?

This is one of our tourist pamphlets.

It's a guide to Washington.

We have a few others

but, uh, this is the most popular.

Have you had requests for this booklet lately, ma'am?

Say in the past week or so?

You mean from visitors here in Washington?

From anyone, anywhere.

Well, now, let's see.

Yes. There was a group of college students.

Then a gentleman from Wisconsin.

He was staying at the Edgemont Hotel here in town.

And the young man from Baltimore.

'He stayed at the, uh--'

Pardon me. The, uh, gentleman from Wisconsin.

May I have his name please?

The camera and case were purchased

about four months ago.

Someone by the name of Ozzie Perch.

You get the address?

Well, the pawn broker didn't know it.

Seems purchase some kind of a floater.

Change his address every time the rent comes due.

Well, one more name for the list.

Put him on the top.

He's a jazz musician.

When he bought the camera, he bought a second-hand guitar.

[guitar music]

- Smitty? - Huh?

You a communist?

What?

I mean, for somebody that ain't on the stuff

you got some weird hobbies.

- You mean this, man? - Don't tease it, man.

Let it be.

Now, listen baby. I'm no communist.

They got more rules than the squares.

No, I'm just..

...Will Smith, unknown horn man.

And I like it that way.

Will Smith. Indivisible.

Surprises and hotfoots for all.

Including his boy scout cousin.

Smitty, what you got against that poor soul anyhow?

Oh, I don't know.

He's always bugged me ever since we were kids.

He got all the breaks. I got nothing.

Maybe he worked for the breaks.

Huh, you don't call that work?

No, baby. I worked just as hard as he did.

Only nobody saw it.

'Nobody heard it.'

But the things are gonna be different tomorrow, boy.

They'll hear.

Thought you just wanted to be Will Smith.

Unknown horn player.

I say that..

[instrumental music]

[female announcer] 'Flight 577..'

- Jim? - Maury, how are you?

Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Special Agent Rhodes.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I'm, uh, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

But I'm afraid it's necessary.

Well, I'm the one who should apologize.

Mr. Ferguson, anything you tell us

will be strictly confidential.

We don't want you jeopardized in any way.

Thank you. We'd appreciate that.

Know something Charlie?

Glad you're on my side, buddy.

- That's fine. - Okay.

Hey, inspector.

Good move, Charlie.

Thank you, sir.

I'm, uh...surprised

you're still talking to me after Saturday night.

Ah, not your fault.

That cousin of yours comes down pretty strong, doesn't he?

Uh, yes, sir. I want to apologize again for that.

What's he so hostile about, huh?

Well, when we were kids in the old neighborhood

Smitty was Mr. Big, you know?

King of the curb stone set.

And I guess we all played a dirty trick on him.

We grew up.

King's not a king without any subjects and, uh

he's never forgiven us for it.

He's a musician, isn't he?

Yes, sir. Horn man.

We're looking for a jazz guitarist named Ozzie Perch.

We haven't been able to locate him through the union.

Think your cousin might help us?

Well, he's a little unpredictable.

But I'll be glad to ask him.

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

Ah, cousin Charlie.

What's happening, baby?

Wanna to talk to you, Smitty.

Ah. Make it quick, will ya?

I got a gig at The Purple Grotto tonight.

Ah, just an old Oriental formula.

Something I stole out of a Sumo wrestler's locker.

Speaking of, uh, Sumo wrestlers

what did you think of Gloria?

I'd like some help, Smitty.

Help? Oh, yeah. That pad of yours, we uh..

...left it kinda messy, huh?

Do you happen to know a guitar player

by the name of Ozzie Perch?

Why? Is he in trouble?

In other words, you know him?

Who?

- Your guitar, Smitty? - Nope.

Belongs to Ozzie Perch.

Hey, I didn't come here to play games.

See, I tell you the truth, you don't dig it.

That's an ancient loop left here by a retired folk singer

which I intend to turn into a lamp swing, baby.

What do you want him for?

Just wanna ask him a couple of questions.

About guitars?

Hey, Smitty.

Where do we find Ozzie Perch?

I'm Ozzie Perch.

[whispers] Okay.

How's that grab you, cousin?

Huh.

[instrumental music]

My blindness seems to be more of a handicap

to others than it is just to me.

My other senses work extremely well.

Doris says I can smell a flower even before it blooms.

Sometimes, he even seems to hear them grow.

Mr. Ferguson, do you associate any other impression

with the ticking you heard?

Well, I recall hearing someone approach.

He was wearing, uh, leather heels.

'Then I heard him go away.'

Uh, for a minute or so, while I heard the ticking

he was quite close to me.

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Ferguson, do you recall

seeing a man carrying a camera case?

Oh, there were so many people with cameras.

Yes, but anyone in particular?

Anyone you might remember if you saw him again?

I'm sorry.

I have eyes, Mr. Erskine

but I can't see as well as my husband.

That's because she's always looking after me.

[phone buzzes]

- Erskine. - Charlie Hunter, inspector.

'Oh, yes, Charlie.'

Do you happen to know what kind of a guitar Ozzie Perch uses?

Well, uh, according to the report

the one he bought in the pawn shop was

a Melody Queen, model number 2-7-W-3-1-1.

Melody Queen?

Thanks.

What's up, Charlie? You, uh, got a lead?

Charlie? Charlie!

[dramatic music]

Something wrong?

Not sure.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

[Charlie] 'Smitty?'

- Yeah. - 'Smitty!'

Where is it?

- Oh, where's what? - Perch's guitar.

Now you're goofing, baby, I'm Will Smith and I play the horn.

Now come on. What'd you do with it?

There's a couple of laws about shakin' up a suspect

who ain't a suspect yet.

Well, like I've always said, Charlie

laws are like straitjackets.

Tie you up.

Makes you all act alike, think alike, look alike.

Now, you look like an accomplice.

An accessory after the fact.

A man who's hidden incriminating evidence.

Oh, make that destroyed, Charlie.

Ozzie's guitar is in the incinerator

in the basement.

[exhales] Burnt nice.

Why?

Well, why not?

I mean, I'm just thinking about you, Charlie.

'Oh, you wouldn't want the law to come poking around'

'and find out you've got'

'a criminal type for a cousin, would ya?'

Cousin?

[sniggers]

I mean..

...they just might figure you..

...you'd be a little less reliable in a pinch.

Oh, so I helped out a friend. What's the difference?

If Ozzie did something wrong..

...let one of the other boy scouts catch up to him.

You just..

...you just keep in the clear and nobody'll be hurt.

Oh, Charlie.

You're in a good spot.

Place you've wanted to be all your life.

I mean, why rock the boat, man?

You turn me in and..

...they're just, just liable to turn you out. Hmm?

Stay loose, baby.

[instrumental music]

Yes, I'm sure you are and I wanna thank you

for your cooperation.

- Thank you. - Very kind, inspector.

You're getting a visitor.

[knocking on door]

Oh, inspector, uh, could I see you for a minute?

It's important.

Well, sure, Charlie. Come on in.

I'll be right with you.

Uh, pardon me, young man.

What kind of, uh, shaving lotion do you use?

I, uh, didn't use any.

Well, cologne or hair tonic or..

Just a little water on the hair.

Inspector, could I talk to you alone?

Of course.

Inspector, th-that cologne

that he isn't wearing or whatever it is

I smelled the same cologne on the man with the leather heels

just before I heard the ticking.

You're sure of that?

I'm positive.

Mr. Ferguson, Charlie is one of our trainees.

As a matter of fact, he's one of our outstanding trainees.

Well, I suggest that you pay him more money

so that he can buy a better cologne.

Charlie.

Mr. Ferguson claims you're wearing the same cologne

as the man who planted the b*mb.

But I'm not wearing any cologne..

Wait a, wait a minute.

Smitty, my cousin, that's right.

He put some of this sweet smelling stuff on me.

Your cousin?

I thought he was protecting a friend.

He may have been protecting himself.

[jazz music]

Cover the back. You wait here, Jim.

[jazz music]

[music continues]

- Gloria? - Uh, later, honey.

I got a thousand..

Two Manhattans and a Gimlet.

Uh, vodka..

- This is important. - Hey, take it easy.

Who's the guitar player in there?

How do I know? He's sitting in for Ozzie.

Where's Smitty?

What gives, huh? I got customers waiting.

Where is he?

I, uh, I don't know where he is.

Honest.

Has he been in here tonight?

Yeah, he came in a while ago.

What did you talk about?

Ah, you know Smitty.

Everything he says means something else.

I can't figure that guy at all.

Just tell us what he said. We'll do the translating.

Uh, something about, uh..

...breaking something

before it broke him.

'And, uh..'

...doing it right this time.

- Thanks, Gloria. - Yeah.

[instrumental music]

[crickets chirping]

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Paul, take over here. I wanna check these cars.

Cover the grounds.

Erskine, FBI. How'd this happen?

I don't know. I was just standing--

Did you see a man around here, uh..

...young looking, about twenty five?

No, no, I didn't.

'Inspector.'

Grappling hook on the side wall.

He's inside there somewhere.

Jim, wait for the b*mb squad.

Charlie.

[instrumental music]

Officer, you take over the right.

Charlie, cover that end.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

You two, cover the courtroom.

You check the hallway.

Come on.

You better check that front room.

It's the FBI, Smitty.

[g*nsh*t]

Smitty!

[g*nsh*t]

Call an ambulance.

- Inspector Erskine? - Yes.

Sergeant Matthews, b*mb squad.

- Where is it? - I don't know.

He was coming down the stairs.

You check the next level.

I'll take the top floor.

Do you mind company?

It's the army's job, inspector.

FBI's case, sergeant.

[timer ticking]

You got something?

[ticking continues]

Up there.

Give me that stool.

Found it.

[Sgt. Matthews] 'Hand me my tool box. Flash light, too.'

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[Sgt. Matthews] Wow!

Nitro.

The time mechanism.

[Sgt. Matthews] 'There's enough stuff here to blow this building'

'clear into Virginia.'

- Any luck, Charlie? - No, not yet.

- Where's the inspector? - I think he's upstairs.

[Sgt. Matthews] 'Erskine!'

Who's it?

Lou, it's Jim.

The b*mb's here in the elevator.

Evacuate the building!

[dramatic music]

Alright, clear out.

Clear the building. Everybody out.

[timer ticking]

Inspector.

How lucky do you feel tonight?

- Need some help? - Yeah.

May be you can hold it steady while I work on it.

Yeah.

- Hold it as tight as you can. - Alright.

Don't even breathe.

[ticking continues]

Give me the dikes.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Now, there's nothing to be alarmed about.

Everything's under control.

[indistinct chatter]

Ma'am, please stay back.

[clock ticking]

Alright, folks, now stay back. Everything is alright.

There's nothing here to see. Just take it easy.

Now, hold it steady. Real still.

I think I got it.

[ticking continues]

[chuckles]

It's okay.

You can let go now.

[chuckles]

Oh.

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I will.

- Arthur, have you seen this? - Seen what?

Charlie Hunter's resigned. And you know why?

- Lewis.. - Because of Smith.

He feels the bureau can't use him anymore.

- It doesn't want him. - Lewis..

Arthur, this is one of the finest trainees

ever to come through Quantico.

I'm aware of that.

Well, then do something about it!

Call the director or, or write a memo.

We can't afford to lose this man.

Yes?

Oh, good. Send him in, please.

Oh, inspector.

Hello, Charlie.

Well, I saw him, sir.

I know you did. He just called.

- Who called? Saw who? - Mr. Hoover.

He said he wanted to talk to me about the Smitty

about the bureau, about my resignation.

He said he thought I should stay.

Lewis, uh, what were you saying?

I guess you'll wanna tear this up.

Yes, sir.

Well, this calls for a celebration.

Well, how about a little spaghetti dinner?

- My place, tonight. - I'll be there.

- Mr. Ward, care to join us? - Why not?

I've been looking for a good spaghetti recipe for years.

How did you get yours?

Just lucky, I guess.

That's right. You've been lucky all your life.

[theme music]

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