03x03 - Blood Verdict

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Auvey!

Come on over, Owen. Nobody's gonna bite you.

'We're alone.'

Hey!

You want another snort of it. Go ahead.

- No. I don't need it. - Go on.

Okay. Here's the money.

You said four hundred.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

What do you mean, "You don't know?"

I've been thinkin'.

Thinkin' about what?

My whole life.

The fact that you could take one look at the my face

in that court room and figure somehow I could be bribed.

What's come over to you, anyhow, Auvey?

Owens, I don't know how I ever got on the jury to begin with.

But I'm on it..

...and I'm gonna stay on it.

And I'm gonna listen.

And if I think..

...your boy k*lled the other fella..

...then I'm gonna say so.

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Give me a two more days

and I'll see, if I can raise another hundred.

Quit it. It ain't the money, it's just..

Alright.

Shut up and listen to me.

We've made a bargain.

That's my son's life you'll be dealing with.

When the time comes, you're gonna vote not guilty.

Do you hear?

I don't care how much it costs me.

And I sure don't care how much it cost you.

Not guilty!

That's what I want.

That's what I'm paying for.

And that's what I'm gonna get.

Police is what you're gonna get, Owens.

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Aah!

[Marvin Miller] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring, Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring, Philip Abbott.

William Reynolds.

With guest stars..

...R.G. Armstrong..

...Pilar Seurat..

...Mario Alcalde..

...Kent Smith.

And Norma Crane as Dottie.

Tonight's episode, "Blood Verdict".

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To United States Attorney Leonard Vanatter

the death of Juryman Ben Auvey

on the eve of a m*rder trial seemed more than coincidental.

Yet, Auvey had been employed as a furnace tender at the mill.

He'd been on duty

and the pit he'd fallen into, had been badly lit.

Everything except Vanatter's own sixth sense

indicated Auvey's death had been an accident.

It didn't end there.

With the concurrence of Judge Warren Clay

Vanatter called the FBI.

Jerry, see you in two weeks.

Goodbye, inspector.

- Have a good time. - Thank you. Thank you.

Don't let him get away.

He's gone.

Now, Art, didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk

alongside a trout stream.

Well, that's the trouble with trout.

They're skinny silver odd prima donnas most of them.

- Now, you take salmon - Ha-ha, no thanks.

Oh, salmon. Real battlers salmon.

Did you ever fish the Columbia in Oregon?

Art, I've got my whole vacation planned.

Well, it's gonna be a revelation to you, Lewis.

What in the world would I be doing in the C-C..

What did you say?

I know you've been counting on a vacation, Lewis.

Years all seem to turn into 13 months

with 32 days each, don't they?

We've got a bad one and I want you to handle it.

I was serious about the salmon though.

Hmm.

What's the classification?

Seventy two.

Obstruction of Justice and suspicion of Jury tampering.

Uh. Go ahead.

Where in Oregon?

Big timber country, Cougar City.

You can go in as a reporter or a salesman or whatever you like.

Why the cover?

Well, it's a pretty tricky business.

The US Attorney up there has a young lumberman

named Lon Owens on trial for m*rder.

He is accused of sh**ting a federal game warden

who wanted to question him on a poaching charge.

Now, one of the Jury has turned up dead.

'Trial is still in progress.'

But if there is some attempt to suborn the jury up there

the judge and Vanatter want to know about it.

and so does Mr. Hoover.

You know, Owens's got a constitutional right

to a fair trial.

But the people have a right too.

The key word here is fair.

What have we got on the principles?

Pictures and a pattern I wanna talk to you about.

Get the drape will you, Lew.

That's Lon Owens, the defendant. Age 24.

'In and out of jail on disturbing the peace'

in ADW charges since he was sixteen.

He's pleading self-defense and temporary insanity.

And he had a doe lashed across his car when he was arrested.

'That's the defendant's brother.'

'Jack Owens, age 28.'

Six months ago, he beat up a local girl

and then shipped out on a Venezuelan tanker

before he could be arrested.

We're checking his current whereabouts.

George Owens, their father. Age 47.

Half a dozen arrests, no felony convictions.

He's supposed to be one of the best high top men

in the timber business.

He's a Saturday night brawler

with a two state tavern reputation.

'Family portrait.'

One for all and all for one, huh?

That's right. The Three Musketeers out west.

Well, what do you think?

I'll leave this afternoon.

Have Tom follow tonight.

Tell him not to forget his fishing tackle.

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Hang on.

Why? What's the point?

I don't have a chance now.

I'm just.. I'm gonna plead guilty.

Just get the whole thing over with. Get it out.

Do what I tell you.

- Oh, papa, it is ended. - Nothing's ended.

As long as you got the strength to kick, you're still a man.

No man name Owens is gonna lay down and quit

just because he's a little tired.

I've pulled you out of worse scrapes than this.

What do you mean?

Worse?

This is not the drunk tank, it's kapoos.

That government attorney is gonna hand me

the death penalty if he wins!

Keep your voice down he won't win.

Listen, papa, we're not dealing--

He won't win.

Oh..

I had it fixed her.

That's what makes me so blasted mad.

Why do you pick a stumblebum like him for, anyway?

Trips over a rail in his own mill.

h*, old sure-foot.

Well, he must have been tight as a tick.

Oh, papa.

You gotta help me.

They shove a plate of food in here

like they're feeding the hogs.

They wont let me walk around except twice a day.

I know. I know. I'm working on it, Lon.

So listen I got some good news.

I didn't wanna tell you, but maybe you need it.

I won't be working on this alone.

Jack called.

- You kiddin' me? - No.

Well, where is he?

On his way, he's up a ship in Galveston.

Now, we got a thing worked out for him to stay out of sight.

What're you cookin', papa?

You still just need one hole out to make it a hung jury, right?

You mean you're gonna try somebody else?

Yeah, but no more stumblebums.

I'll study over that panel like it was a..

...a grove, a ponderosa pine and see which way each one leads

which might fall easy.

I'll find one.

And that's all we need.

Just the one.

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Beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful..

You just started, Luis.

- Oh. - Que paso?

Twenty five cents.

- Que? - Thirty.

Luis.

Well, no, that's okay, that's a free one.

Err, listen it's hard.

- I keep forgetting. - Yeah, well I can't help it.

Oh. Me vida.

Thirty five.

h*! Alright.

Alright. Alright.

Crazy rules.

What's crazy? I mean we're not in Cuba.

How's the baby gonna learn English?

How's the baby going to hear?

Why don't we wait until he's, uh, at least.. Ah..

Born.

Born.

Born. You need to practice.

See, after the baby is born..

...for every Spanish word..

...it's gonna cost you ten cents.

Mm.

How do you feel?

You don't care.

Oh, I care, I care.

Mm. Is he kicking?

All the time, cha-cha-cha.

- Uh-oh. Oh! that's English. - Oh!

"Cha-cha-cha". Oh, they say that too.. Oh, Luis.

Okay.

When do we eat?

Ten minutes.

Where have you been?

I was beginning to get a little worried.

Uh, at the funeral, Mr. Auvey.

They let the whole jury to go to it.

And then they see to the alternate.

And the testimony took longer than usually.

And you know.

- Luis? - What?

What do you think about, uh, this man, Lon Owens?

- 'Is he guilty?' - Alright, come on, Anita.

What's the matter?

Aah, I'm not supposed to talk about the case, I told you that.

Even to you own wife?

Just what you think?

What I think, wife

is that I'm a citizen now

and this man is on trial and I should help give him

the best trial I can.

So if the Judge says, "Mr. Nieves don't talk

because you might hurt this man."

Then I don't think I should talk.

I mean to my wife, to God, to anybody.

You know what I mean? Hmm.

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- Mr. Vanatter. - Yeah

My name's Erskine.

Oh, yes, Mr. Erskine.

I've been expecting you.

He won't be able to hear us.

The acoustics in this room are terrible.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

Did you, uh, get the autopsy report?

Oh, yes.

Auvey died of injuries received in the fall at the mill.

Hmm. No signs of violence prior to that?

Well, nothing that couldn't be explained by the fall.

What about his medical history?

Was he subject to fainting spells?

No record of it.

Well, there was one peculiarity. He was sober.

Well, he had a bottle with him at the time of the accident.

But there was no sign of alcohol in the blood stream.

Was he in the habit of drinking on duty?

No. Never.

So...something unusual might have been

in the wind that night to make him edgy.

Maybe.

I'd like to take a look at the mill, Mr. Vanatter.

Fine, I'll, uh, call a foreman for you

fellow called Joe Taylor.

Any good, uh, trout streams out that way?

Well, there's Telford Creek.

Is it quiet or of the beaten path?

Like the end of the world.

Joe Taylor can direct you.

Good, thanks very much. Oh, by the way.

If another fisherman should ask you that question

you might recommend the same place.

Well, would this other fisherman work for the FBI too?

Mm-hmm. Just tell him that the fishing ought to be

especially good around, uh, 6:00 afternoon.

Be glad too. Good luck.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello, papa. - Son of a g*n.

You made it, huh?

Where are you?

'I'm up at Clinger's, up near the Ridge Route.'

- You get my letter? - You bet your life.

Hey, hey, what kind of a name is that?

That, uh, Nieves, uh..

Nieves. Cuban.

You sure he's our boy?

His wife's pregnant.

- If he won't scare, she will. - Right.

'Think you can find the house?'

Sure, there's no problem.

Okay.

It's 1:30 now, court goes back into session at 2:00.

She's there today watching the trial so you got a clear field.

Hey, hey, papa.

How's Lonnie?

'Oh, well, he perked up some'

'when he heard you were coming back.'

Yeah, I wish I could see him.

No. No, you stay there.

The police have been keeping a fisheye on me and Lon

every since ...the other juror died.

- You being followed? - I can't spot 'em.

But that don't mean they ain't there

so it can't hurt none to play safe.

- Nope. - Well..

You got everything now?

- You got the acid? - Yeah, sure.

It's all fixed up rearing to go.

Okay. Have fun, boy.

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[engine revving]

Hey, can you tell me where I can find Joe Taylor?

Yeah. Hey, Joe.

Fellow over here looking for you.

- That's him with the hat. - Thanks.

- Mr. Taylor? - Yeah.

My name's Erskine, I'm with the Times Dispatch.

Mr. Vanatter phoned you about my coming here.

Yeah, he phoned.

Well, I'd like to see where the accident happened.

That's the incinerator pit over there.

That's where it happened.

He tripped, you know.

Did you know him personally, Mr. Taylor?

Yeah, I knew him.

Played gin rummy with him every night

for the past five months.

That's where he ended up.

Must have tripped over this wall.

Were you in the night shift too?

No, I stayed on when my day job was done.

Have supper with Ben when he'd come up.

Play a couple of hands and I'd go on home.

What about the night of the accident

I understood he was alone.

He was. He didn't wanna play that night.

As a matter of fact, we almost got into a fight about it.

Guess I didn't clear-out quick enough for him.

He said if I didn't shove off he'd boot me out himself.

Any idea why he'd act that way?

I figured he was meeting somebody.

Why?

Oh, I don't know. The way he talked.

How come you didn't mention this to the police.

They didn't ask.

Mr. Taylor, what exactly did he say

I mean, did he seem scared?

No, I wouldn't say scared exactly.

Jumpy.

Was he married?

Divorced.

Could have been her.

What makes you say that?

Well, he kept talking about a ring.

He must have mentioned that ring half a dozen times.

You see, Ben didn't want a divorce.

He'd have done anything to get Dottie back.

She, uh.. She live around here?

Yeah, works down at a place called Ed's Cafe.

It's funny.

Hadn't thought of that before.

Thought about what?

Well, if it had've been Dottie that Ben was expecting..

...she didn't show up..

...maybe Ben just accidently tripped on purpose.

Oh.

He was a good man. He should have stayed.

How you gonna know a man needs help when he won't tell you?

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[telephone ringing]

Luis, I think the phone's ringing.

Yeah. No.

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

- Hello. - 'Luis Nieves.'

Yes.

Hey, you don't know me, but..

...I'm a real good friend of yours.

Yeah.

'Yeah, I came over to your house to visit today.'

'But you weren't there.'

'So I just went in anyway.'

See I wanted to show you how easy it would be

to pay Anna a visit.

Even if she had all the doors and windows locked.

- Who is this? - What's the matter?

'Now, I wanna tell you what I want you to do.'

I want you to stay away from the police.

And I want you to forget about this little call.

And when the jury comes in on the Owen case

I want you to vote not guilty. Understand.

'No disqualification.'

No fooling around just not guilty.

You do, huh? Or what?

Or next time, I'll really pay Anna a visit.

Listen, mister, you come near..

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Hello.

Oh!

Hi, uh, say the cook stepped out he'll be back in a minute.

Uh, is there anything you'd like?

Well, maybe a cup of coffee.

Oh, well, there are some cups behind the doughnut bowl

and the right spigot on the coffee urn works.

- Do you take cream and sugar? - No, this is fine thanks.

Okay. Well, if there's anything else you want you just holler.

Are you, uh, Mrs. Auvey by any chance?

- Yeah. - I'm a reporter.

I, uh, wonder if I could talk to you for a minute?

You, uh, you up for the trial, huh?

Uh-huh.

Well, the story's in the courtroom, isn't it?

Stories are about people, Mrs. Auvey.

I'd like to do a piece about your husband.

Well, I don't know what to tell you about him, I mean..

...he was my ex husband.

I understand he was quite popular man around here.

Yeah, I guess he was.

You saw quite a lot of him, didn't you?

Oh, yeah, Ben came to the house at least once a week.

Well, you know, I mean, uh..

To ask, uh, me to take him back.

'He said he was saving his money, I guess he was.'

He even gave me a ring that he bought.

A diamond.

$100 down and..

...and $400 balance on credit.

I says to him, I says to him

"Ben, you know, you can't afford a thing like that

I mean, where you gonna get the $400?"

Well, he said that everything was arranged.

Arranged how?

'I don't know. I had no idea.'

Did you talk to him the day of the accident, Mrs. Auvey?

No.

'You didn't go up to the mill that night.'

Mm-mm. No, I..

I've never set foot in that mill in all my life.

Had he asked you too?

No, just.. Just the opposite.

You mean he asked you to stay away?

Well, he.. Yeah, almost.

Well, you see..

We were, we were still fighting about that ring and then..

Well, he, he finally had to admit that I was right.

I mean that he ought to wait and save up for the money.

And, uh, I said to him I..

I says, "Ben, what were you gonna do?"

"Steal it?"

He, he gave me the funniest look so..

I asked him, I says, "Ben, are you in any kinda trouble?"

'And, uh..'

And then he, uh, just yelled at me to shut up

and leave him alone and, and he stormed out of the room.

And the next day..

Boom. He was dead.

[sighs]

What happened to the ring?

Me, I don't have any money so..

I, uh, gave back the ring..

...and then I got the $100 that Ben put down on it.

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[gasps]

Oh! Oye!

Quedar.

Luis.

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Hey. Sit down.

In a minute.

Hello, will you give me the telephone number

of Judge Warren Clay please.

Yes.

Three what?

Thank you.

Luis, what're you going to do? Tell him?

- Yes. - Tell him what though?

You didn't know his name. We didn't see anybody.

I want police protection for you.

Oh, please, I'm so scared.

'Hello?'

Hello?

[grunts]

This must be a smart man that's doing this.

He really knows my price.

I wouldn't take a million dollars

for my vote in that jury.

But ten cents worth of acid in my wife's face, you know.

That's something else.

Oh, I know what this means to you.

To be a citizen how hard you work.

How far we've come. Oh.

Oh, listen, it's not the end of the world.

We haven't heard all the evidence, maybe..

Maybe he isn't guilty.

Maybe not.

Sure, yeah, we're running around

like chickens with our heads cut off.

I don't know, half the jury could vote not guilty, right.

Luis, uh, what if he came back.

Just to scare us.

Well, he won't come back, now, don't worry about that.

But if he does, do you think you oughta, uh, buy a g*n, or..

What do I know about g*ns?

Anita...do you remember that cabin we found last year?

'In the island.'

Yes.

How would you like to go out there for a few days?

- Alright? - Yes.

Hey, Lew, how's the fishing?

Fishing's fine. Catching's a little slow.

Ah, I just got a call from Vanatter. He's worried.

Yeah? What about?

Someone phoned Judge Clay.

And then hung up without saying anything.

The Judge thought he could hear a woman

crying in the background.

Vanatter think it may mean pressure on another juror?

Are we sure we had pressure on the first one?

Something was bothering him that night.

Any educated guesses?

I think he'd been offered a bribe.

Four hundred dollars.

And he wanted more, huh?

Either that, or he turned down the bribe.

I looked into George Owen's finances.

He made a $500 loan a week and a half ago.

'Paid it back the day after Auvey was k*lled.'

Huh.

Any, activity around his place?

He hasn't had any visitors.

He hasn't left the house except

to go to jail and the courthouse.

What about his other son?

Jumped ship at Galveston, headed north.

We traced him through Denver so far.

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Good.

What about the other jurors?

They married?

Uh, yes.

Well, I think I'll look at their family backgrounds again

before the court opens.

See if any of them are specially vulnerable.

Mr. Owens, will you please speak up so the jury can hear you?

For surely, Mr. Owens, you can remember whether or not

the victim spoke to you?

I, I don't think he did.

You don't think he did.

We have two witnesses who testified

that he called your name and identified himself

as a federal game warden

'If he did, I didn't hear him.'

Mr. Owens, I've asked you before now will you please speak up.

'I.. He never identified himself to me.'

'He never said a word to me.'

He just, he came up and he put his, barreling up to me.

And he put his hands on my shoulder like this--

Where did you get the deer, Mr. Owens?

I don't know.

You've admitted it was lashed to your car.

Somebody must've planted it there.

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Hello, Mrs. Nieves..

...I'm the man who called.

I followed you and Luis from your house last night.

I just wanted to nail down where you're going.

H-how did you get out, here?

I didn't hear a-a motorboat.

I went back got a canoe.

You must be crazy.

- Luis will be coming out here-- - No.

Now, see, I got word over the Ridge Route

about half hour an ago.

Case goes to the jury this afternoon.

Either they decide by tonight or they're all locked in.

See, I brought..

Brought a little transistor radio with me.

There's a very important case around here.

They're gonna broadcast the verdict

as soon as the jury comes in.

Listen, please--

You, uh, want to go back inside now, Mrs. Nieves.

Ah, don't worry about this g*n.

We don't mean to k*ll ya.

It's just this little bottle of acid.

'You have to worry about.'

And so the case we presented is simple and direct.

'Lon Owens k*lled a man. There's no doubt of that.'

He shot a federal game warden with a .38 caliber revolver.

Shot a man doing his duty,

attempting to uphold the laws of his land.

Lon Owen shot him not just once, but three times.

'Three times.'

'In the head, the face and the side.'

Three times.

Two shots more than could possibly have been required

to defend himself from what he claims to be his impression

'that this man was threatening him.'

Well, the case just went to the jury.

There's a Mrs. Luis Nieves missing from her home.

Nieves?

- Yeah, juror number four. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

A neighbor down the road saw Mr. and Mrs. Nieves drive away

about 6 o'clock last night.

Uh, he checked at the neighborhood gas station

approximately 6:10

they got a full tank of gas, headed north.

Well, he was in court this morning.

What else do we know about them?

A Cuban, Nieves has been a citizen, uh, about a year.

Wife hasn't taken her final test yet.

Expecting the first child in October.

Hmm.

- Are there any other possibles? - No, sir.

Does she have any, uh, friends he might be staying with?

None we could find.

They're heading north.

Alright, let's see if we can find out how far north.

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He's got half a tank of gas.

What kind of mileage do you suppose this thing get?

Oh, I guess, uh...12, 13 miles a gallon.

Probably holds what? 18 to 20?

Half a tank would be nine or ten.

Then put in say, a 100 to 120 miles out in the back.

Say, 50 miles from the gas station.

I could ring it on a map, but there must be dozens of roads

within that radius.

Hey, Tom, look at this.

'"Jerry Warner. Boat and trailer rentals."'

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, we're just going back over the same ground.

I think it's time we took a kind of a straw vote

just to see where we're at.

- Yes, Mr. Foreman. - Mr. Nieves.

I, uh, just wanted to see for myself if I understand.

If we condemn this man

uh, do we also decide what happens to him?

I mean, like, uh, gas chamber or life in prison?

Yes, sir, we do. Separate vote.

It's a great responsibility.

Yes, it is.

Isn't it a little early to make a decision like this? I mean--

Well, yes, sir, but you see, Mr. Nieves

this is just to see which way the wind is blowing.

This vote doesn't commit you to anything.

You can change your mind any time you wanted.

We won't go back into that courtroom

until we're all satisfied.

Alright, let's move. We're gonna be here all night.

Alright, now, we'll take a secret ballot.

Well, you have three choices. Guilty, not guilty, undecided.

If you're undecided, just leave the paper blank.

- Y'all have pencils. - Yeah.

Okay. Now when you're through, just fold your ballots

pass on up to me. And take your time, there's no rush.

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[Jerry] 'Afternoon! Can I help ya?'

- You the owner? - Yes, sir. Jerry Warner.

My name is Erskine. FBI. This is Mr. Colby.

- Yeah? - Mr. Warner.

Mr. Warner, did you happen to rent a trailer

to a man named Nieves in the last few days?

Tuesday. Trailer and boat.

You sure it was Nieves?

There's only one Cuban family in Cougar City.

What kind of a boat did he pick?

Oh, one like this one. With a three horsepower job.

Just where would they use a boat like that

around here, Mr. Warner?

Oh, man, you name it.

Lakes, river, nice for trawling.

Seems like a lot of trouble for him to take.

How far is the river?

About, uh, 90 miles.

Are there are any lakes within 50 miles of here?

Yeah, there's Sandpiper Lake, that's up north of here.

Any cabins up there?

Yeah, there's quite a few around the shore.

There's even a couple on the island.

Island?

We'd like to rent a boat too, Mr. Warner, a quiet one.

Right over here. There's nothing quieter than a rowboat.

Well, that is, if you don't mind the exercise.

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All the same, 11 guilty, and one undecided.

[indistinct chatter]

- Undecided about what? - Now let's all keep calm.

We've been over this thing a thousand times.

And we'll go over it a thousand more times if we have to.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, gentlemen, there's, there's one thing I want to say.

If anyone here is hung up on a question of reasonable doubt

or something like that, I wish he'd say it and bring it out

in the open where we can talk it through.

Alright, now the question is whether or not Lon Owen

knew what he was doing when he pulled that trigger.

'Alright, are there any questions?'

'Any discussion?'

Look, it is late, I am tired, I wanna go home.

There is no reason on this earth why anybody

should be undecided at this time.

'The boy is either guilty, or he is not guilty.'

So let's stop fooling around with it.

If we can't agree, then let's tell the judge that we can't

and let's just forget the whole thing. Right?

[all] Yeah. Right.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, alright.

We'll take one more ballot.

And if the votes are same, I'll call the bailiff.

'One more vote.'

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[music on radio]

[man on radio] 'This is your old moonlighting friend bring you'

'midnight melodies over at station KCCE Cougar City.'

'We're still standing by for a verdict'

'in the Owen's m*rder trial.'

'The jury has reportedly reached a decision'

'and will be returning to the courtroom at any moment.'

'We'll interrupt the musical portion of our program'

'as soon as the verdict is announced.'

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'Ladies and gentlemen, the verdict'

'in the Owens m*rder trial has just come in.'

'Here it is now. Lon Owens has been found guilty'

'of the m*rder of Game Warden Albert Barton.'

[glass shatters]

Freeze, Owens. FBI.

[glass shatters]

[g*nf*re]

[gasps]

[intense music]

Hey, Lew, how's the fishing?

Fishing's fine.

But the catching's kind of slow.

Uh, Nieves told his whole story to the judge.

Said he and his wife are willing to testify against Jack Owens

whenever we needed him.

'By the way, uh..'

Arthur called. They, uh, set the Sperry trial up.

Due to testify in Washington tomorrow.

I called Portland.

They have two seats for us on the 11 o'clock jet tonight.

[instrumental music]

[male narrator] As a result of FBI investigation

George Owens was tried in state court for the death

of Ben Auvey and convicted of manslaughter.

Lon Owens is serving a life term for the m*rder

of federal game warden Albert Barton.

Jack Owens was convicted for violation

of the Obstruction of Justice statute

and is in a federal penitentiary.

[theme music]