02x04 - The Cave-In

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[clanking]

[door opens]

[intense music]

I think I am seeing things again.

Always the same thing, all over.

[muttering]

Always the same. Day in, day out.

[clanking]

[generator whirring]

Always the same.

[machine explodes]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin, Warner Bros. production.

Starring, Efrem Zimbalist Jr..

Also starring, Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest star

John McIntire.

Tonight's episode, "The Cave-In."

[instrumental music]

[narrator] Holland Mines and Metals.

One of a dozen, once forgotten mines in the south-west.

Newly brought to life because of tungsten ore.

A metal vital to America's defense effort.

Investigation of the damage to the ventilation system

at Holland shaft, number three.

Strongly indicated the possibility of sabotage.

And the FBI was brought into the case immediately.

Their object, to find the saboteur..

...and a m*rder*r.

♪ They broke in the ventilator ♪

♪ They broke in the ventilator ♪

♪ They.. ♪

♪ ...broke in the ventilator ♪

♪ At Holland ooh ♪

♪ They broke in.. ♪

That's a giant..

♪ ...the ventilator ♪

Dubilier's still at it, huh?

♪ They broke in the ven.. ♪

I..

You know, it's that word "ventilator"

keeps hangin' him up.

Yeah, well, never mind about that

get your coat on, we'll be late to the funeral.

I was thinkin', maybe I outta just stay here and put the new--

I said, get your coat on!

Reed was my friend, my family's goin' to pay their respects.

All my family.

I never saw such foolishness, anyway. Washer!

I'd like to know how long you could've gone to college

for what you paid for that.

Well, she needed that, grandpa.

She can't do that kinda work anymore.

Yeah, I'd have bought her one.

With what?

Grandpa, you need the wages I earned, you can't cut--

Yeah, and that reminds me

what's this still doing around the house?

♪ They broke in the ventilator ♪

Well?

[sighs] Well, I haven't signed it yet.

Ed, what in the world is wrong with you?

You got the brains, you got the scholarship..

And a man don't have too many chances to get out of this town.

You know what your dad would have gifted to shake this place?

Maybe he'd been alive today, if..

Ed, you're the last chance this family's got.

You're the last chance I got--

Ah, grandpa, will you leave me alone and give me

a chance to be man for while?

Man?

[scoffs]

Be a man?

Yeah, girl around..

Pretty soon you'll get caught like Dub there.

Marry and get a family.

♪ In the ve.. ♪

I..

♪ Oh they broke in the ♪

♪ Ventil.. ♪♪

Hey, Dubilier!

Try "fan." They busted the fan!

Fan?

♪ Oh they broke in the fan ♪

♪ At Holland ♪

[guitar music]

♪ They broke in the fan ♪♪

What's so funny, Ed?

Why, nothing, Mr. Carn.

Green dead, no work, no wages.

Ain't you heard?

New motor's in. Make it a shift start tomorrow.

T-tomorrow?

Well...that mine don't produce enough to pay us away.

Government got no business keepin' it goin'.

It'd be foolishness to open her again.

That's what I heard.

- Where'd you hear this? - Up at the shack.

They got policemen all over the place.

[Carn] 'They know who did it yet?'

[male #1] 'Ain't nobody said.'

I think it was a red, I get my hands on him

I'd cut his heart out.

Green wasn't so bad, he wasn't so smart, but..

...he never did nothing to hurt nobody.

Maybe nobody meant to hurt him.

[chuckles] How can you say that?

I mean anybody foolish enough to wanna close down--

You shut your mouth!

Nobody asked you for your two bits worth

I've had just about all the lip I can take from you today!

[church bell ringing]

Startin' the services.

You coming, Rule?

Ed, put your coat on. You ready?

[instrumental music]

[ringing continues]

[music continues]

Say, where can I find Special Agent Rhodes?

[Jim] 'When did you receive these, Mr. Peer?'

[Peer] 'Well, it was when some of the men'

'were talking about a strike.'

'Three or four weeks ago.'

Did you tell the owners about it?

- No, sir. - Why not?

Well, everybody gets a little jumpy around strike time.

Say things they don't mean.

So when the talk kind of died off, I figured..

Well, why get somebody into trouble?

Oh, Lou, what're you doing here?

Hello, Jim.

I thought you're in that Cleveland case.

- Did you wrap that all up? - Almost.

I left it with Rogers

and I wanted to see how this one was shaping up.

Oh, Superintendent Peer

this is Inspector Erskine, Bureau Headquarters.

Inspector, all the way from Washington.

I didn't know we were so important.

I, uh, understand it was the ventilator that was damaged.

- Yes, sir. - What did you find?

Oh, the sabotage material

was introduced into the motor housing.

Glass, screws, nails.

The rotation of the armatures gutted the contents.

Caused a short circuit.

This man who was k*lled, what was he, a night watchman?

Oh, watchman, handyman.

His name was Green.

Have you been able to eliminate him as a saboteur?

I think so, yes.

The housing plate was unattached when the motor was turned on

it seems to me that Green would have been more careful.

I think he probably surprised the saboteur

before he was finished.

Anyway, Green never had much to do with strikes.

Regular or wildcat.

This a labor problem in your opinion, Mr. Peer?

I don't see what else it could be.

This mine don't produce enough

to interest a commie with any sense.

We're gonna be up here for a few days.

I wonder if we could use a part of this room as an office.

Well, sure. I'll have some more desks moved in right away.

Thank you.

Lou, what's happening?

Arthur talked to the owners a few days ago

and their geologist told them, a while ago

they maybe within a few hundred yards

of the largest tungsten deposit ever discovered.

- For the space program? - Space, defense.

How would a saboteur find out about this?

Maybe he didn't. Maybe he has a personal grievance.

Maybe he's a maniac.

The point is, this mine opens tomorrow

and we've got to find him before he tries something worse.

[dramatic music]

Ed.

Yeah, all finished.

[sighs] It's beautiful.

After we finish eating, grandma, we'll run a load through for you

I want you to get the hang of it.

T-tonight?

Well, sure, the sooner the better.

What's the matter? Are you afraid?

Huh?

Don't you fret, grandma, if that thing attacks you

I'll haul off and knock it flat.

- Ed. - Yeah?

Give me that pen off the windowsill.

Alright.

Here you go.

And you sign that.

Please? Don't you two fuss anymore.

I said sign it.

Look, grandpa, I've told you a hundred times--

When you're father died, do you think I took care of you

fed you, put you through grammar school, high school

just so you could stay on in this town and starve to death?

Bury kids of your own?

Now, you sign that.

I could still take a belt to you.

Well, don't try it.

I'll move out, I'll build a house of my own if you want

but I'm stayin' in Holland.

'I'm a hard rock miner and as long as'

there's a company here to hire me, I'll work for 'em.

And there ain't a thing in the world you can do about that!

[instrumental music]

We'll see.

We'll see.

[theme music]

[horn blaring]

♪ All the miners was grievin' ♪

♪ The miners was grieving' ♪

♪ They broke the fan at Hollands number three-he-he.. ♪♪

Dub, they broke that fan three days ago.

Ain't you got it out of your system yet?

Well, I ain't even got start of it yet.

I mean, this one might even go 12 or 13 burst, as you know

I don't, uh..

[chuckles]

[machine whirring]

- Morning, Rule. - Hmm?

Oh, morning.

What's the matter, you alright?

Nothing's the matter.

Just didn't get no sleep. A man needs his sleep.

Here's the hoist, boys.

Hey, hold me up! Hold me up!

Wave the sword under my nose.

The superintendent's been down the mine.

[chuckles]

Superintendent's got his hands dirty.

Don't come all unglued, gentlemen.

Just showing the guest around.

Well, Mr. FBI, how would you like to switch jobs with us?

Uh, well, to be quite honest with you, Mr. Dubilier

I think I'd rather stay up here where the sunshine is.

I don't believe Mr. Rhodes likes that little hoist.

No, no, no. It's-it's the only way to travel.

Wait till she sticks on you.

She broke down the shaft three times yesterday in the test.

Nobody's been messing around, Mr. Rhodes.

We just been popping fuses left and right

since we put in that new blower.

Oh, uh, Mr. Detective

when you all gonna solve this crime anyhow?

Uh, we're still working on it, sir.

My theory is, it's a Russian spy.

You've seen any Russians lately?

Uh, no, no. But, uh, we're still working on it.

Excuse me.

[instrumental music]

Alright, let's get back to work.

Preston, can you narrow it down for me at all

as the date for instance?

Well, I'd say it was from a fairly

recent addition, inspector.

Uh, news print tends to yellow rapidly.

How recent?

Within the last two or three months.

- You got anything? - Take a look.

It's the back of one of the words in the first note.

- Ah. - What do you think?

The only newspaper that fits Mr. Ward

would be the Lewellyn Chronicle.

Lewellyn about 50 miles south of Holland.

It's too far for general shopping.

Most people in Holland would read the Holland Courier.

Fifty miles, huh? It's still on the valley.

Well, it doesn't look like we're dealing

with a professional saboteur, does it?

No, it doesn't.

Now, here's the run down on the fragments

they found in the motor housing.

The glass came from a soft drink bottle

of Velva cola.

The nails and screws are mostly common hardware

unidentifiable except for one item.

Number 16. A brass screw.

'Two centimeters.'

Has a metric thread, which indicate it's a foreign origin.

And there was some non-toxic paint on it.

Non-toxic paint, huh?

Sounds like a crib or a toy.

And the screw had been snapped off.

So we're looking for something broken

and disassembled, huh?

Or worn out.

[sighs]

Alright, I need an agent about 40.

Salesmen, regional south western type

and actually no contact with the Holland area.

- An acceptable stranger. - Right.

I'll have him put through the computer right away.

- When do you want him? - As soon as possible.

I like to put him to work this afternoon.

Flying back in an hour.

In an hour?

[male #2] Junk!

Hey, old junk!

Junk!

Hey, old junk!

Junk!

Hey, old junk!

Junk!

Hey, old junk!

Junkman.

Oh, afternoon.

Nice day, ain't it?

You got any old refrigerators, vacuum, stoves, furniture, rugs?

Oh, I don't know.

I gave the lady down the street $5 for an old washing machine.

You got anything like that?

I'll give you six bits for that sink.

That?

Well, make it a dollar. No more.

Sold!

Oh, that's a beautiful high chair.

Our boy sets the table now

otherwise we wouldn't think of parting with it.

It's got a leg broke.

Oh, just the one.

Well, um..

Dollar and a half altogether?

- Oh.. - 'A dollar seventy-five?'

Hm, I'll take it.

Well, it's a pleasure

doing business with you, Mrs., um..

- Dubilier. - Yeah.

It looks pretty sturdy, I guess, I ought to be

able to fix it up.

Oh, ought to be easy, if you got the touch.

My husband, now, he's more of the artist.

He can't fix nothin'.

Used to rule over across the street.

- He's the carpenter. - Oh. Is that right?

Yeah. He can fix anything.

He'd have fixed this if we wanted, but Dub

'that's my husband.'

'Dub says, "Oh, no sense to bother."'

'So, Mr. Rule, he fooled around it for a while'

'and then gave it back.'

- Mr. Rule. - Yeah.

Makes cabinets. Makes tables.

He's got a shop out back as big as a factory.

I've seen him go away into Lewellyn sometimes

just to buy his tools.

Well, it sure is a pleasure doing business

with you, Mrs., uh, Dubilier?

- Yes. - Well, see you again.

And thank you very much.

[whirring]

[indistinct singing]

Rule!

Hey, Rule! Rule!

He's checking old tumbler.

Will you tell him this thing's on the fritz again.

Yeah, I'll go tell him.

[intense music]

[Dubilier] 'Hey, Rule!'

'Tom Rule!'

[ticking]

'Rule!'

Rule!

Hey, Rule!

Rule.

Where have you been?

Who, me?

Oh, you saw me take a little trip to Egypt

to see the dancin' girl.

Where have I been? I've been right here.

Didn't hear me yellin' at you?

You boys, I can hear you yellin' from over

in [indistinct].

Well, why didn't you answer me then?

I did, but you just didn't hear me.

[instrumental music]

Yes, sir. Scott boy said you wanted to see me.

- Mr. Gordon? - 'Right.'

My name's Erskine, FBI.

Yes, sir?

Do you happen to know this man?

[Gordon] 'Why sure.'

It's Tom Rule from up in Holland.

He trades here all the time.

Why?

What does he buy usually?

Tools, nails, that sort of thing?

Yeah, mostly.

Oh, sometimes a board of cloth for Arna

and a case of soft drinks for Ed.

Any particular brand?

Well, Ed, he likes Velva cola.

When was he in here last, you remember?

I sure do. It was yesterday.

Yesterday?

Are you positive?

Got the sale slip right here.

Here. Bought some dynamite.

Oh, he had a company order.

Thank you.

[dings]

[telephone ringing]

Peer.

Uh, Inspector Erskine, Peer, Mr. Rhodes there?

No, sir, not at the moment.

Anything I can do for you?

Well, how do you usually buy a blasting para?

- Through a purchasing agent? - That's right.

It all funnels through the main office at Santa Fe.

Did Tom Rule report for work this morning?

Tom? Yes, sir.

Is he in the mine, now?

As a matter of fact, he is.

It's quittin' time, but the hoist went bad on us

and we've been a little slower than usual.

They're all out except the boys in level seven.

Did Mr. Rhodes say where he was going?

Yes, sir, he talked to Washington

about five minutes ago.

He said he wanted to go down below to talk to somebody.

Can you stop him? I want to tell him something.

Hang on.

[instrumental music]

Twenty minutes, Portal-to-Portal.

That's alright, but they're suppose to keep the time.

Hey, come on, come on, come on!

Let's go up there!

[ticking]

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Erskine.

Is there a phone on level seven? Can you put me through?

Uh, I'll see if I get the switchboard.

Hey! What are fellows doing up there?

It's about time.

Hello, Mr. Rhodes, I thought you said

you don't like our little voices, huh?

Hey, Mr. Detective finally goes down here, huh?

Mr. Dubilier, what's the matter, can't you get enough of it?

It's time to quit you know.

Yeah, just, uh, looking for punishment I guess.

[Dubilier] 'Let's go, let's go, I'm hungry.'

Hey, Tom, you wanna sleep down here?

Let's go.

Alright, take it away.

[phone ringing]

We can find what they want when we get up there, let's go.

♪ Ah dirty old man's goin' home ♪

♪ Goin' home.. ♪♪

[expl*si*n]

[screaming]

[intense music]

[theme music]

[horn blaring]

[bell dinging]

Arna!

Oh! Oh, my God.

Bring a seater, get me the safety rope.

Harry, give me the mask. I'm going down.

My grandad get out?

[sighs] No, Ed.

'He didn't.'

I'll go down.

Alright.

[instrumental music]

Okay, give him the seat.

Never mind the seat.

Okay, boys. Put him down.

[coughing]

[panting] What happened? What happened?

You better stay quiet.

Don't worry too deep.

What happened?

We got a cave-in. An expl*si*n.

[mumbling]

[coughing]

You hurt, Nettles?

[grunts] Tom.

Tom...are we closed in?

- All the vents. - I don't know.

[groaning]

You alright, Dub?

No, I...don't believe I am.

[groaning]

We're trapped in here.

Must have been the compressor blew up.

Yeah! You're right.

Carn, where you at?

[Carn] 'Right here.'

[grunting] Help me with this thing.

Still alive?

[chuckling]

Yeah, if you call it that.

Hey, Tom, what do you suppose the chances are?

I...I don't know.

[rumbling]

I have to take a look around.

How long can we last if..

...nobody shows up.

[Carn laughing]

We're buried a.. We're buried alive, Mr. Rhodes.

I warned you not to come down that hoist.

'We're locked in this mountain.'

Make up your mind to die, huh?

[laughing continues]

[instrumental music]

[coughing]

[music continues]

Try the release shaft in here.

That way we'll bypass the blockage.

Come in to level six, then down the raise to seven.

Peer, Special Agent Rhodes, is he..

That's right. He's still down there.

How bad is it?

The block's solid from five on down.

This is Ed Rule, inspector

'Tom Rule's grandson.'

How'd it happen?

Well, we figured it was a compressor

but Ed says

he could s-smell dynamite down there.

[Ed] 'Yeah, it just don't make any sense.'

Twenty minutes past quittin' time

why would they be blastin'?

It couldn't have been no accident.

Why not?

Well, with my granddad down there..

He's the best dynamite man in the valley.

[sighs] He's the stubborndest cuss you ever knew but..

[instrumental music]

I don't know when I saw a boy and his grandpa

closer than them two.

Except over that college business.

Business?

Oh, Ed got a scholarship to Southern Mexico.

But he wanted to mine, help out with the expenses here.

Things ain't been too good with the Rules lately.

But old Tom wouldn't hear of it.

'He'd have get done about anything'

to get Ed out of Holland.

His son, Ed's pa

was k*lled in a mine expl*si*n.

Well, it's gonna be pretty hard on Ed for a while.

Hard on a lot of people.

You're pretty close to that young Agent Rhodes.

Yeah, we're pretty close.

[instrumental music]

How's that?

It's good, Tom, thank you.

Hurtin' bad?

No, no. Just wanna laugh.

[chuckles]

- Anybody else need crutchin'? - Nope.

I just wish I'd thought to bring along the guitar, boss.

Could have made y'all a song about this.

Thank God for small mercies.

Nettles?

- Rhode? - Mm-mm.

[rumbling]

Hey, take it easy over there!

Y'all have the whole place is down on us!

[groans]

Here, let me have a look.

No, it's alright. It's alright.

Does the elbow grate when you're moving?

- Uh-huh. - Aye, it probably broke.

♪ Oh they caved in mine.. ♪♪

Will you shut up before I..

We better all keep still.

There's no tellin' how much air we got left.

Hey, Tom, we're gettin' some.

I can feel a draft.

If you had a look down towards the raise.

I just figured she was filled clear till the end.

- Well, I'll go. - No, no, no.

I'll, I-I'll go.

Sit down.

[instrumental music]

- What are you looking for? - Hm?

Nothing.

Nothing.

[music continues]

Alright, I'll wait.

Thanks.

- Yes, Arthur. - 'Lewis, how's it going?'

Slowly.

Anything new on the saboteur?

I have a requisition for dynamite

that Tom Rule presented to a supply company in Lewellyn.

He's forged the purchasing agent's signature.

It's a very poor attempt.

'Well, I guess there's no doubt about it.'

'Rule was our man.'

Is our man.

Is our man.

They could still be alive. It's not out of the question.

I didn't say it was, Lewis.

Alright, did you tell Jim to go down to that mine?

No, I didn't.

He phoned me because he'd hear on several interviews

that Tom Rule hated the mine

would do anything to see it shut down.

So I suppose he was after confirmation.

But I don't understand why Rule

would feel that way about the mine.

Because of his grandson.

Wanted the boy to get out of the mines and go to school.

Well, he knew he couldn't shut Holland down permanently.

He didn't know, he thought it was about to close anyway.

Well, even so, there are other mines.

Alright, Rule isn't a master criminal

he's an emotional grandfather.

This forgery isn't even a work of a talented amateur.

He didn't think this through, he just acted.

Mm-hmm.

Well, he must have assumed he could get away with it

because he didn't try to bury himself and the others.

I understand the elevator was delayed.

'That's right.'

So if he set a timing device

he expected to be out of there long before it went off.

[exhales deeply] If I only knew what was going on down there.

Subject that may or may not be dead.

An agent that may or may not have him under surveillance.

Oh, Mr. Rhodes.

I was kinda hopin' you might follow me.

Well, I kinda thought you might be, Mr. Rule..

...you know, since putting others into a panic..

Oh.

Why did you come down to level seven in the first place?

Why did you steal my g*n?

Who said I did?

Yeah, you were bending over me when I came to.

You had the time, you had the chance.

Maybe the guilt.

Alright, I took it.

It was a stupid thing to do.

What'd you think you'd gain from it?

Well, I haven't thought it all through yet.

I'm still mulling it over.

Well, when they rescue us, sir

it's gonna look a lot better for you if you've cooperated.

Am I under arrest?

Yes, sir, you are.

Well, Mr. Rhodes..

[g*n c*ck]

...I wonder which one of the two of us is the real prisoner.

You know, I could knock you in the head right here

and leave you.

Maybe I'd better try for that g*n.

I wouldn't recommend it.

You know, you've got two strikes against you already, your elbow

and the fact that if I pull this trigger

the sound alone is gonna pull this whole mountain down..

...On all of us.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

Tell the first crew to come on out.

I'll be sendin' in more lumber right away.

Keep it braced up good, Mike. No shortcuts.

Well, she digs easy, but she caves easy.

We'll make it though.

- How long? - Two days...maybe.

What are you trying to do, k*ll yourself?

Go on home, get some rest!

We got through to level six, Mr. Peer

but its block is bad as the main shaft.

Raise hold down to seven is blocked

the support timbers are blowin' out

and the rest could cave in any second.

Mr. Peer, I'm going along the ore pass.

No, you ain't.

The chute's open at the end of six.

What makes you think the pass

is any solider than the tunnel we're diggin'?

I could try it.

I could climb down, see if I could

get back up the sh**t in seven.

We might be able to dig through and save two days.

No, I won't allow it.

You, you ain't got the judgement.

Mr. Peer, let me go down.

- Ed-- - Mr. Peer, I've got to!

Alright. Watch your head.

What's the ore pass?

Just a straight hole down.

They load ore in from the chute at the end of each level

collect it for the ore skip at the bottom of the mine.

What are his chances?

Not much.

That's all we got.

[instrumental music]

It's kinda funny, it's kind of peacable, ain't it?

Carn, what do you suppose it's gonna be like being dead?

Oh, I don't know.

It's like a big hill, I guess.

Right smack on the center of it is this big gate.

When it opens... we pass through and..

...there laying on the grass is..

Will Shatner and..

...Dusty Boyle.

You remember him, don't you, Tom?

'He was k*lled over at Far Side.'

'Yeah, and Klingman and Yeats'

my brother Frank..

...all laid out there on the lawn

under the clouds passing a bottle around.

We pass through, and he say

"Hey, fellas, where you've been?

"We've been waiting for you.

Here, have a pull."

[laughs]

Yeah, but you're talking about heaven, Carn.

What do you suppose it's going to be like down this way?

Hell don't need no imagination, boy.

Hell's a buried miner.

Funny.

Hm?

It's funny.

What's funny?

I..

I don't know. I, I think I smell something.

Don't you take a cyanide bath this week?

Oh, I really do.

I think I smell dynamite.

[Carn] 'Oh, come off of it, will you?'

You smell that too? I thought I was goin' out of my head.

Did you smell that, Tom?

I don't smell nothin'.

[sniffing]

Hey, by golly, that..

Oh, no, it can't be.

The others got out and we weren't blasting.

What about them spies of yours? They blew out the ventilator.

How can a spy get down here, lunkhead?

There is dam pretty close, don't it?

What do you mean?

Mr. Detective, what'd you come down here for yesterday?

What do you mean? Is it..

Is it one of us, that spy you're lookin' for, Mr. Rhodes?

You tell us who it is, Mr. Rhodes.

You ain't in FBI territory now.

You're in hell.

'You tell us who it is, Mr. Rhodes'

'and we'll take care of him.'

[dramatic music]

It's a chance, Ed. You sure you wanna go?

Yes, sir. It's my plan, my kin.

He'd do the same for me.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

I think we'll get through this time. I'll get 'em all out.

Your friend, my grandpa.

[sighs] It's gonna be alright.

[instrumental music]

Ed!

Ed!

- Well, I guess it don't matter. - What happened?

Piece of good news, I thought I'd cheer up the kid.

Might make a little jumpier.

They haven't made contact?

Not yet. There's a chance.

Down the main shaft

they just dug up the end of the telephone line.

It may be broken in a dozen more places

but they're splicin' it up now.

We may get a call through.

[harness squealing]

Hold it!

She's all clear..

...all the way to seven!

Send the men down, we're home free!

Grandpa!

Give me some slack!

[instrumental music]

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

[screaming]

I asked you a question, Tom.

Uh..

I was thinkin' about Ed.

What'd you say?

So what were you doin' on level six?

'That's about where the blast came from.'

I don't know what you mean. I was never in level six.

You we're down by the raise, Tom.

[scoffs]

So that makes me your spy, huh?

I don't believe the spy could figure out

a way to close up a whole mine.

Mr. Maze

have to be about the best powder man in the state.

All the nights in the tavern..

...we kept talking together.

You kept sayin' how much you hated this place.

Maybe we should've listened to you better, right, Tom?

Tom?

Was it you?

Yes.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct shouting]

I took it before you come to.

But why, Tom?

Why?

Were you afraid?

I never meant to hurt any of you, Nettles.

I thought we'd all be long gone

when the charge went, and we would have too.

The hoist, it weren't right.

But why?

Mine would have closed.

Ed would have left.

You're wrong, Mr. Rule, you're wrong.

Not the mine anyway.

You're not gonna shut this mine down.

They think there's a bigger vain further in.

- Not close it? - That's right.

Now, why don't you give me that g*n?

Now, see, Tom, you may as well

have a feather in your hand, and you know that.

You can't sh**t off that g*n.

The noise would bury us all.

That might not be a bad idea, Carn.

Might even make Ed think twice.

Father dead

and his grandfather.

Might not be a bad idea.

Put it down!

[dramatic music]

Easy, Tom.

[grunts]

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

[panting] Yeah..

Yes, we're alright.

We're alright.

[cheering]

Move fast, everyone. Okay, everybody, let's clear away..

[indistinct chattering]

[clapping]

[cheering]

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

Arna.

The only one dead.

He was trying to get to you..

'...he found a way through the ore pass..'

...and then he fell, Tom.

All the way to the bottom of the mine.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct shouting]

[male #3] 'Go get Carn! Go get Carn!'

[laughing]

[indistinct] Turn me loose. Turn me loose!

[cheering]

Jim, are you alright?

I'm fine, just fine.

You weren't worried, were you?

- I knew you'd make it. - Let's get out of here.

[cheering]

[male narrator] A charge of sabotage against Thomas Rule was differed.

He was found guilty of the m*rder

of the mine watchman Everett Green

and is currently serving his sentence

in the state penitentiary in New Mexico at Santa Fe.

[theme music]

[music continues]