01x24 - The Man Who Went Mad by Mistake

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[male #1] 'No, I told you when to buy'

'and I'll tell you when to stop buying.'

I don't care what the price is.

I told her that too.

And I don't intend to tell you again.

- Mark? - John, just a minute.

Brokers.

Okay, John, what's the problem?

You're the problem.

If there's one thing in this world

that scares me to death

it's a client who thinks he can go into a courtroom unprepared.

Just what am I hiring you and your staff for, counselor?

We can't go on the stand for you.

We can't answer the questions they're going to throw at you.

Mark, listen to me.

This is not a game of marbles with the kids down the block.

You're charged with fraud

against the United States government.

They'll go into your business background.

They'll go into your personal background.

They'll question you about your syndicate tie-ups

about Corell.

I'm glad you reminded me. I was supposed to call Georgie.

[Mark dialing phone]

Corell?

Mark Tabor.

You're 20 minutes late.

'Goddard's here. We were talking.'

You said you'd call me when you made your mind up.

You're going to court tomorrow or not?

Of course, I'm going to court. What choice do I have?

You could leave the country.

[laughs]

They'll turn you inside out on that stand.

You go down, you'll take a lot of people with you.

- I won't go down. - 'Mark.'

Georgie, will you forget it?

There is nothing to worry about.

Goodnight, Mark.

[telephone rings]

Yes?

Yes, sir.

Go.

[g*nsh*t]

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[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin/Warner Bros production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring, Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest star, J.D. Cannon.

Tonight's episode

The Man Who Went Mad By Mistake.

[telephone buzzes]

- Yes? - 'SAC, Chicago.'

Yes, Kirby.

Inspector, we just got word

that somebody took a shot at Mark Tabor.

- They k*lled him? - No.

But apparently, he's taken off like a scared rabbit.

- And the trial's when? - 'Tomorrow.'

Was there been any hint, he might've been

thinking of jumping his bond?

Not a word. No, sir.

Okay, call me the minute court opens.

If he shows up, fine.

If he doesn't, pick up a warrant

and get after him as soon as you can.

'Yes, sir.'

- 'Hello?' - Walter, everything set?

[Walter] 'All ready, Mr. Tabor.'

Meet me where we planned. Fifteen minutes.

[tires screeching]

Hey, I've got a call.

Yeah, yeah, I'm the one. Now move.

Hey, mister, if you're expecting company, you got it.

- Right at the next corner. - Yes, sir.

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[honks]

No, we'll catch the first flight out of Dallas.

We should be there by, uh, 2:30 your time.

- Be where at 2:30? - Chicago.

Mark Tabor jumped his bail bond. $200,000.

Oh, he seemed so c*ck about that trial.

Apparently, it isn't the trial he's worried about.

It's his neck.

Some of his syndicate friends seem to think

he'd talk too much on the witness stand.

- They took a shot at him. - And missed?

Yeah, they missed.

Did you see the final rundown on his stockholdings, Lewis?

No, I didn't.

He's moving into aerospace and m*ssile guidance firms now.

Remember the days when they used to use tommy g*ns

instead of checkbooks, Art?

Those were the innocent days.

Yeah, they ended up using a g*n on Tabor anyway.

[Arthur] 'Let's hope it isn't the end.'

If we lose Tabor, we lose it all.

We gotta find him, Lewis, before they do.

No matter where he is.

Call you when we get in.

- Inspector, good to see you. - Kirby. SAC Greene.

- Jim Rhodes. - Rhodes.

- Kirby, how are you? - I've seen happier days.

- Anything more on Tabor? - No, sir.

How did you first find out about this hearing, Kirby?

John Goddard called us. Tabor's lawyer.

John Lawrence Goddard?

Tabor goes first class, doesn't he?

He can afford it.

The question is, can Goddard afford Tabor?

It's become a problem with him.

Goddard's a man of enormous integrity.

I think he'll do his best for Tabor

but I don't think he's proud of the association.

He's not involved in the syndicate then?

No, absolutely not.

Now who do you think was behind this sh**ting, Kirby?

The syndicate? Corell?

Yes.

Before you can ask the question, inspector

we've practically got men in Corell's vest pocket.

What sort of a man is Tabor? What drives him?

Ambition, egotism.

He's cultured, has good taste in music and paintings.

His brother was a book dealer.

Tabor has some history of mental disturbance.

'Section 8, discharge from the army.'

He's smart, stubborn.

Rough boy to tangle with in the old days, I hear.

He was a hitman in the beginning.

Contract k*ller.

Always the same MO.

Made the job look like a holdup.

Took the wallet, pulled the pockets inside out.

[knocks] Okay, this is it.

- Stow 'em. - Yes, sir.

Okay, Mr. Tabor, all secure.

Good, Walter.

Thanks very much.

[g*nshots]

What about his clubs? His bar?

Alright, alright.

Nothing, not a sign.

You staked out his old neighborhood?

Neighborhood, business associates

girlfriends, air, train, bus terminals.

- Family? - None left.

- You mentioned a brother. - Gustav.

k*lled in a Mexican bus accident about five years ago.

"Reported k*lled." Body was never recovered.

'Cambria, I want you to contact'

'the Mexican authorities' in Guadalajara.'

I'll need a complete report on a Gustav Robertson Tabor.

T-A-B-O-R.

Reported k*lled 9/25/61.

Bus accident.

Identification, if any.

Disposition of the remains, everything.

Were they close, these two?

Apparently, very close.

Parents abandoned them when Gus was 14.

He put Mark through his school, helped him again

when he was discharged from the army.

Helped him all his life.

How you make a living with this is beyond me.

Well..

...long time no see.

How have you been, Gus?

[sighs] Making a living.

Anything I can do? Any bills?

What's the matter?

Everything beginning to catch up with you?

Gus.

You just decided you had to see your old brother again, huh?

I just decided I was tired, needed rest.

Then I remembered that cabin you wrote me about.

- Mm-hmm. - Is that cabin empty?

No heat, no electricity and no phone.

Perfect. Back to the land.

Who's after you, Mark?

I wonder where you get that suspicious streak?

Nobody's after me.

And no matter what you may have heard about me, Gus

I swear to you, on mama's grave..

...I have never in my life committed a really criminal act.

I understand that.

Now we've got to get him into the court.

I spoke to United States Attorney half an hour ago.

He said with Tabor's testimony

he can whip the syndicate until it screams.

We'll find him, Art.

Two possible leads, inspector.

We picked up a cab driver whose fare gave him $200

to lose a tail last night.

He's picked Tabor's picture out of the mug file.

- Where did he drop him? - An alley off Berglund Avenue.

- Is that residential? - Small businesses.

Also, an auto transport company.

We're checking the area out now.

This came in five minutes ago, teletype from Guadalajara.

"Regarding Gustav Robertson Tabor

"investigation discloses North American John Doe patient

"roughly answering Tabor description

admitted True Cross Hospital this city, 9/27/61."

Two days after the accident.

"Diagnosis, temporary amnesia

"shock, multiple contusions.

"Released 9/30/61, no further record.

Gutierrez, Acting Chief of Police, Guadalajara."

Could be alive, could be back in this country.

Then you never heard Mr. Tabor

mention an older brother, Mr. Goddard?

Never.

Where is your client now, sir?

- Have you tried his home? - 'Yes, sir, we have.'

And, Mr. Goddard, I hope you've stopped to consider

that the k*ller might get to Tabor before we do.

Well, if he does, I don't think he'll miss this time.

Mr., uh, Rhodes, is it?

[Jim] 'Yes, sir.'

I don't know where he is.

If I did, as his lawyer, I would go to him

and demand that he give himself up.

Well, thank you for your time, sir.

That's quite alright.

Just a minute, please.

Alright, there is a relation.

I don't know what the relationship is.

I don't know where he is.

In fact, Mr. Tabor only mentioned him once.

Yes, sir?

It was one day when we we were out fishing.

He'd ripped the sleeve of his jacket

and I said, "Don't throw that away.

I have a favorite charity I could give it to."

He said, "I also have a favorite charity.

Someone in the family."

He said he'd have his tailor mend it before he sent it on.

Do you know the tailor's name?

Well, yes, um, Roger Hollet on Florence Street.

Mr., uh, Hollet, what kind of clothes were they generally?

- Uh, lightweights, woolens? - Oh, all kinds.

Although once in a while, he'd put in an item.

A, a sweater, socks.

These would be very heavy, very warm

because he said, uh..

Oh, what was that he said?

Something about the wind of the lake..

Sorry.

Uh, w-were the clothes sent from here?

No, no, no, no, we'd wrap 'em

but Mr. Tabor liked to mail it himself.

[telephone rings]

Hollet Tailors.

Mr. Greene?

Uh, tell me, anything else about a lake or wind

or anything like that?

No.

- Greene. - Cambria, sir.

I'm at the Behnke Auto Transport on Berglund.

We may have turned up something.

'Yes, Dean.'

The owner reports a carrier missing.

It was supposed to roll this morning

but it was gone when he got here.

And the driver hasn't reported in yet.

What was the driver's name?

Uh, "Walter Morris Granger."

- Was the carrier loaded? - Yes, sir.

Circulate the license and motor numbers of the cars

it was transporting.

And, Dean..

...put out a special alert to all Great Lakes area officers.

[vehicle approaching]

Well, Gus..

...you never listen, do you?

I told you not to come up here.

Nobody will follow me.

Nobody will have to. You made your own bloody trail.

Two b*ll*ts in him and still, the man didn't die.

What man?

He's in a coma.

Radio says the FBI is looking for a car

missing off its rig.

License number's in the paper.

You just hit the wire.

'They'll come to me next.'

Nobody knows you.

You died in Mexico.

How long do you think it will take to track down

that little deception?

While? You changed your name.

Not legally, just publicly.

You could lie when they question you.

No.

- Gus. - No.

Give me the g*n.

Give me the g*n.

[sighs]

- Ah, they'll k*ll me. - Who'll k*ll you?

Shot me in the head, part of it fell off.

Pop said, "You take care of him. We're going away for a while."

I know you told me not to stand up in the canoe

but I did.

When I looked up through the water

and I saw your hand..

Oh, Gus, what did you save me for?

To sad.

I remember beating up this soldier in Korea

and they sent me home.

Wish they'd send me home again.

To this room, warm and quiet.

Nobody could hurt me there. Nobody could find me.

Gus.

Take me home before I beat up anybody, huh?

Stay here.

I'll fix up a place in the back of the car

where you can lie down.

To go home?

To go home.

Okay, let's go.

Art, for the love of..

The man's faking.

He was legally committed

to a licensed sanitarium for the insane.

Because he planned it that way.

The brother testified.

Oh, testified!

You saw the transcript.

A five minute interview

in front o-of an, of an overworked committee

that didn't even include a psychiatrist.

Alright, what do you expect me to do?

Ask to have him yanked off

for a federally authorized sanity hearing?

- Why not? - On what grounds?

Your, your suspicions?

We could show cause with direct testimony.

Whose testimony?

Art, there's a way to nail Tabor.

Now you're not gonna like it.

You're gonna say, "It won't work.

It's too.."

Too what?

[woman on phone] 'Yes, sir.'

Is Mr. Rhodes back from the airport yet?

'No, sir. Not yet.'

Well, have him come in as soon as he arrives.

- Will you, please? - 'Yes, sir.'

Can you wait a minute?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Alright, of course.

Hello, Mark.

Don't you remember me? John Goddard.

Goddard? Right.

- Well, this is-- - Yes, I've met Paul.

- Five minutes, Mr. Goddard. - I understand.

I was sorry when I heard what had happened.

- Who told you? - Your brother called me.

Does Georgie know?

- Who? - Corell.

Yes, uh, apparently, he read it in the papers.

Georgie was surprised?

Yes, very.

He said he's coming up to see you soon.

Why?

Doesn't he believe I'm in here, that I'm too sick to testify?

'Tell him that I..'

You tell him how sick I am.

Tell him that I'm going to be in here for a long, long while.

Mark, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I don't know your brother

but he seemed very eager to have you committed.

Now I can get a court order to have your case reviewed.

No. What's the matter with you jackals?

Nobody happy till I'm dead?

You tell Corell to call off his boys

the problem's solved.

[John] 'Mark, I'm trying to help you.'

Help who? George?

Did Corell send you?

Well, he just doesn't give up, does he?

Okay, Mr. Goddard, time's up.

Get him out of here.

He's going.

Mr. Tabor, would you like to lie down?

Come on, we'll, uh..

Okay, Mr. Tabor, hm?

Can I have a book?

Sure, if you'd like one.

Fiction, anything.

Fiction.

- How's this? - Fine.

[telephone buzzes]

Yes?

[woman on phone] 'Mr. Rhodes and a Mr. Bruzzi'

'to see you, sir.'

Yes, ask them to come in.

Uh, Assistant Director Ward, Inspector Erskine.

- This is Arnold Bruzzi. - Mr. Bruzzi.

- Mr. Ward. Inspector. - How do you do?

Won't you be seated?

Mr. Bruzzi, I wanna thank you for coming all this way.

I know how busy your schedule must be.

Mr. Bruzzi is superintendent

of the Valley View Neuropsychiatric Institute.

He's also a member of the committee

that admitted Tabor to Valley View.

Oh.

Mr. Bruzzi, I wonder if you'd fill Mr. Ward in

on what you told me over the telephone.

Well, to begin with, let me make it clear

that the commitment itself was perfectly proper and legal.

It was hurried, but the patient's attitude

the brother's testimony, the prior record of derangement

all convinced us that the commitment was in order.

On the other hand, if we'd known who Tabor was

if we'd connected that name with the newspaper stories--

Let me understand something.

Are you saying you might not have signed

the commitment papers if you'd known Tabor was wanted?

I might not have, Mr. Ward.

I remember thinking how unusual it was

for anyone of Tabor's background and personality pattern

to seek commitment.

To run so hard toward confinement

rather than running away from it.

Mr. Bruzzi, your degree was in psychology, wasn't it?

That's right.

And how many years' experience

have you had in the present field?

Over 22.

In your opinion, could a man fake

the manic depressive syndrome?

- No question. - Is Tabor faking?

I don't know that, Mr. Ward.

Is he too ill to appear in court?

I don't know that either.

- Can you find out? - I could, in a year.

In a year?

Mr. Ward, there are over 3000 patients at Valley View.

It was built to hold 500.

There is no psychiatrist on my staff

with time for much more than a mental note

on any individual patient at monthly group therapy sessions.

In other words, Mr. Bruzzi

the only person who could observe a patient

adequately there would be another patient?

A what?

I wanna put a man in there, Arthur.

Twenty four hour surveillance on Tabor.

A man?

What man? You?

Ask for a six weeks' continuance on the trial.

Let me observe him for a month.

It's too dangerous, Lewis.

If Tabor were to find out who you were, he'd k*ll you.

Mr. Bruzzi lives on the grounds. He can get a message out.

He can get me out, if necessary.

And how are you going to fake insanity?

[Bruzzi] 'We've already discussed that, Mr. Ward.'

He doesn't really have to fake anything.

Just maintain he was railroaded by a vindictive relative.

It's happened before. I'll see to the paperwork.

No one will know who he is but me.

Tabor's a human being.

If he's posing, he'll drop it sooner or later.

And I can testify to that at a federal sanity hearing.

Give me a month, Arthur? One month.

I think you're sicker than Tabor is.

That's the point. Neither one of us is sick.

You don't seem to understand.

My uncle had me committed just to get rid of me.

He lied. His attorney lied.

Uh, Mr. Lewis, please sit down.

Oh.

Now, Mr. Lewis, will you listen to me, please?

'We don't judge your guilt or innocence here.'

A court has decided that you need help. Now it's our job--

I keep telling you, I don't want any help.

[Bruzzi] 'Please don't interrupt me again.'

You'll be observed by Dr. Howard

who will report to a state board of examiners.

Your case will be reviewed from time to time.

Now you've been given light work duties

and you're assigned to Hall D.

Your therapist is Paul Hogan.

If you have any questions, I'm sure Paul will be glad

to answer them.

Alright.

Mr. Lewis.

[Paul] 'Got a new customer for you, Mr. Tabor.'

Think you can fit him?

Oh, he doesn't look so bad.

Waist?



Shirt?





By the way, what happened to my assistant in here?

He's gonna be released. You've got a new assistant.

If he's as cookie as the last one, we're in trouble.

Well, like you said, he doesn't look so bad.

- Him? - Him. Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Tabor.

Well, this is a good job. How did you get it?

Ersk?

Just lucky.

I thought I was gonna be in a ward with other people.

Yes, sir, you will

just as soon as Dr. Howard okays it.

Meanwhile, you better take advantage

of the privacy, Mr. Lewis. It won't last long.

[Paul] 'Mr. Lewis.'

Morning, sir.

Sleep well?

No, I didn't.

Get up, sir, would you, please?

You do this kind of thing every morning?

Oh, no, sir, we don't.

We're looking for a little item somebody took from the library.

Aren't you awfully concerned about a book?

Well, this wasn't exactly a book, sir.

Oh, hello, partner.

Weren't you goofing off this morning?

I thought you were supposed to be helping me

in the supply room.

Tomorrow morning.

I'm being examined.

Did you pass?

It's a mistake.

I don't belong here. I'm just as sane as..

It's a mistake.

Some rotten relative commit you?

Yeah, uncle.

'No kidding.'

That wouldn't be Uncle Georgie Corell

by any chance, would it?

- What'd you say? - Why, nothing, pal.

You're hearing voices.

Oh, very good, Mr. Smith.

Now let's see you purl one.

- Paul. - Yes, sir.

I wanna see Mr. Bruzzi. Somethin' I wanna tell him.

Oh, well, uh, Mr. Bruzzi's gone into town, Mr. Lewis.

- Oh, when will he be back? - This evening some time.

Maybe Dr. Howard can help you.

No, I, I wanna see the superintendent.

Well, yes, sir. Yes, sir.

I'll tell him just as soon as he comes in.

[dramatic music]

[man coughs]

[man coughs]

[sighs]

[footsteps]

Tabor, what are you doing there?

'I asked you what are you doing there?'

[Tabor] 'I, uh..'

They left me outside.

What?

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[telephone rings]

- Rhodes. - This is Ward.

- Any word from Lewis? - No, sir.

I expected the usual call from the Bruzzi at 9:15

but he hasn't checked in yet.

Contact him. Right away.

Yes, sir.

[telephone rings]

[dramatic music]

[footsteps]

[turns knob]

[doorbell buzzes]

[intense music]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[whistle blowing]

[grunting]

[whistle blowing]

Let go! Let go!

Paul, that man's a k*ller.

Come on, come on, straitjacket.

- No, wait. - Come on, doctor, down.

Oh, he tried to k*ll me, Paul.

Let him go. He's an FBI agent.

Let him go.

[grunting]

Gus.

[sobs] Gus, help me.

'Gus, help me.'

'Help, Gu..'

[sobs]

[knock on door]

Come in.

You busy?

No.

Thelma said you were back.

I talked to the hospital again.

- Bruzzi will be okay. - Good.

- How'd the hearing turn up? - Fine.

We got Corell.

Lew, was Tabor insane all along?

- Matter of semantics. - No, I think he must have been.

I know I couldn't have myself committed to a place like that

for any reason.

- Could you? - I don't know.

I've never been that scared.

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