03x07 - A Sleeper Wakes

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[airplane droning]

[man on PA system] 'Passengers who are not citizens of the United States'

'and who are making overseas connections'

'are requested to please remain inside the waiting room'

'of the international arrivals and departures building.'

[announcement in Spanish]

Hello, operator.

I would like to call Arlington, Virginia.

Collect, please.

Yes, the number is 5280069.

Area code 703.

My name is Sylvia Prince.

Thank you.

[telephone rings]

Hello.

Oh.

Certainly.

Is she on now?

Hello, Walter?

Hello, Sylvia.

- How was the trip? - Marvelous.

A few bumps when we left Mexico City

but nothing important.

Alright.

What's happening?

Don't you think it's a bit dangerous

just to, uh, to call like this, huh?

There was no other choice. Things are moving too quickly.

- When can you do the job? - On, uh, Frank Murray?

Well, when, uh, whenever you say.

Tonight then. General Salzman is in Vienna.

The report is that he is definitely planning to defect.

His wife has already left Europe.

'Her plane lands here at Kennedy tomorrow at noon.'

Now we're not sure that she's planning to contact Frank Murray

but we can't take the chance.

They were awfully close when he was stationed in Britain.

What about the woman herself?

Do you want me to deal with her, too, huh?

No, we've waked a sleeper for that.

He owns a motel just outside New York.

- The, uh, "Elite Motel." - Yes.

'He pretended to defect to the United States in 1960.'

Oddly enough, he's a personal friend of the Salzmans.

He Americanized his name to Stanley Brown.

'Now he will run into Madame Salzman'

'by accident tomorrow.'

He'll be at the main bookstand in the terminal

buying a magazine called "Ham Radio"

if you want to contact him.

[man on PA system] 'AVL overseas flight 706 to Paris and Vienna'

'is now ready for boarding at Gate 23.'

Walter, they're calling my flight.

- I have to go. - Oh, goodbye, Sylvia.

Have a pleasant trip, hm?

And give my best to General Salzman.

I will. And good luck with Murray.

[doorbell rings]

Yes?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Murray

but my, my phone is out of order

and my arm has been hurting me again.

Oh, I'm the new neighbor.

I was wondering, do you mind if I use yours--

Oh, no, no, of course. Come in. Please.

Thank you.

I, I hate to bother you like this--

Please, no bother at all. Phone's right over here.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott

William Reynolds.

With guest stars Viveca Lindfors..

...Eduard Franz..

...John Van Dreelen..

...Patricia Smith.

And special guest star, Dana Wynter.

Tonight's episode, A Sleeper Wakes.

Frank Darren Murray was found beaten to death

in an Arlington Park near his bachelor apartment

on the 11th of October.

Although he appeared to be the victim of a mugging

his position with the government

automatically brought the case under FBI jurisdiction.

The death of Murray, a State Department official

working on a security assignment

would be thoroughly investigated

under provisions of Classification 89

the as*ault or k*lling of a federal officer.

And what kind of a tenant was he, Mrs. Corman?

I mean, did he have many friends?

Not many. He was very quiet. Very gentle.

His wife was dead.

He used to take a walk in the park every night

all my himself.

I'd say to him, "Frank, you be careful."

What time did he generally leave?

About 10:00.

And, uh, were you in the building

last night around that time?

'Yes.'

Did you see him leave?

'I suppose he must have gone down the back stairs.'

'He'd eaten out.'

'I saw him when he came in. That was half past 9:00.'

Did he, uh..

- He wear glasses? - 'No.'

- No? Are you sure? - Well, yes, I'm positive.

Had he, uh, had he hurt himself lately?

Was he wearing some kind of bandage?

I don't think so.

When was the room vacuumed the last time, Mrs. Corman?

The maid cleaned in here yesterday afternoon.

But what does that have to with anything?

He was k*lled in the park.

He was hit and robbed.

[knock on door]

Come in.

I interviewed the newsboy who found the body.

Your hunch looks pretty good, Lew.

The park was crowded last night

till 1, 2 o'clock in the morning.

The newsboy said that, uh, if the body had been there long

he couldn't understand why someone hadn't found it sooner.

The field was in plain view from the road.

Mm-hmm.

I was wondering if, uh

perhaps Murray could've been attacked somewhere else

and then crawled there.

Have you talked to the coroner?

Yeah.

"The skull was crushed by repeated blows

with a wide, blunt instrument.

He'd been dead approximately eight hours when he was found."

Which would put the m*rder at about 10:00 last night.

"Death apparently occurred at the time of the attack."

Anything to peg of its happening here?

Well, he was in the building at 9:30.

He could have been carried down the back stairs

dumped out of a car when the park was empty.

What do you make of this?

Hmm. Stiff.

Plaster. Pieces of fiber.

Mrs. Corman, would have known it

if Mr. Murray had a visitor after he came in?

I know he didn't.

My apartment is right by the front entrance.

My door was open. No one came past.

What about the other tenants?

Could one of them have dropped by?

Well, the only one around was Mr. Ronald.

And he'd just moved in.

He hasn't been very friendly.

Of course, his arm gives him a lot of trouble.

What's the matter with his arm?

It's broken. It's in a cast.

- Which is his apartment? - D.

But he isn't there now.

He left this morning on his vacation.

He was going to California.

I have the address.

Does he, uh, manage to drive with his broken arm?

Yes, he does.

Uh-huh.

[sighs] See if you locate him.

I want a complete background investigation.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Corman.

Is there anything else, uh, unusual about him

you can remember?

Well, he wears the thickest glasses.

Stan?

Walter Ronald.

[chuckles] Walter.

- What are you doing here? - Just got in from Mexico.

- How was the trip? - Marvelous.

A few bumps when we left Mexico City

but nothing important.

I understand you saw FM down there.

Yes.

Yes, that's all been taken care of.

Nothing to worry about.

[man on PA system] 'Your attention, please.'

'International flight 231 from Vienna'

'arriving at gate number 6 in ten minutes.'

Now I'm going to be in New York for several days.

If there's anything you need

even moral support..

...why don't you give me a ring?

Thank you.

Moral support?

Sylvia mentioned that you were a personal friend

of the woman you're meeting.

Yes.

I was her husband's official translator

at the embassy in London.

I was very fond of both of them.

Sylvia did tell you that you might have to..

Yes, she told me.

- Are you married? - Mm-hmm.

To an American girl.

We also have a 14-year-old son.

Adopted.

Do they know that you've, uh

you've been a sleeper here?

No.

If anything should go wrong..

...we, uh, we would fly you out into Cuba and then home.

But I'm afraid there's been no provision

made for your family.

Well, uh, I didn't expect there would be.

It's funny.

You think you won't..

...but you just can't help getting involved..

...after six years.

Peaceful country.

'I think that's the hardest part'

'of being the kind of soldiers we are.'

One forgets there's a w*r on.

It's an unusual prescription.

The glass has been coated.

Your man may have some sort of lens opacity.

The beginnings of a cataract.

Hmm.

Well, then he'd be fairly helpless without glasses, huh?

Very. He'd probably have at least one extra pair.

I'd make sure I had several if I had eyes like his.

I couldn't locate a photo of Ronald

so I had Mrs. Corman talk to one of our artists.

Good.

That, uh, California address

was a phony, by the way.

According to the, uh, apartment house switchboard operator

he got one collect long distance call

from the international arrivals and departures building

at Kennedy Field. A Sylvia Prince.

[telephone rings]

Who's Sylvia Prince?

According to the customer information desk at the airline

she operates a press bureau in Mexico City.

"The Liberated News Service Communist."

Inspector, there's a Mr. John Kramer

from the State Department in your office.

Apparently, you had an appointment.

- Oh, yes. - State Department.

International angle to this, Lew?

Well, it wasn't a mugging

and it doesn't seem to have any personal vendetta.

See, Ronald leased the apartment

opposite Murray five weeks ago.

Question is why?

To be near his intended victim.

Well, then why did he wait five weeks to k*ll him?

What happened last night to make up his mind?

- He got a telephone call. - From a communist.

Well, circulate this prescription

to all optometrists in the area.

And contact the liaison representative in Mexico City.

Tell him I need a fast rundown on Sylvia Prince.

And ask Arthur Ward if he'd like to join us.

Mr. Kramer.

Murray worked in John's section. Uh, they were also friends.

Mm-hmm.

Did he have any enemies that you know of?

None.

Did he ever serve outside of the country?

Yes, he had one overseas post, London.

John, uh, sit down, please.

Oh, thank you.

Was he ever involved in any kind of counterespionage activity?

Well, not specifically.

Uh, of course, he, uh..

- No. - What were you gonna say?

Well, it's just funny that you should put it like that.

Years ago, Murray was approached

by a very well-known personality.

A, uh, communist general named Eric Salzman.

'Now Salzman was serving in London at the time.'

The two men became very good friends.

There was never anything official

but, uh, at one time

Salzman asked Murray, strictly sub rosa

if there's anything he could do to arrange asylum

for Salzman's son in America.

Now unfortunately, the boy, uh, died of meningitis

before any steps could be taken.

But now..

Are you interested in a rumor?

We could be.

Well, General Salzman is reported to be vacationing

outside of the Iron Curtain.

The rumor persist that he may be seeking to defect.

Ah, I, uh, I can't think of anything of equal importance

unless maybe, uh, uh, General MacArthur

had suddenly gone over to the Japanese in World w*r II.

So, Ward.

Our liaison representative in Mexico City

checked with the government source.

This Sylvia Prince is a Mata Hari in spades.

The Mexicans have had their eye on her for months.

Is the news service legitimate?

As far as they know.

But, uh, they think it may be a clearing house

for coded messages too.

The service, uh, operates a ham radio

as well as the usual wire and cable paraphernalia.

The call letters are XEA1FG.

Ask the FCC to monitor day and night.

And have them look back through their files

for any connection between the Mexican sender

and the American broadcasters.

If there's ever been a violation

they'll have a record.

They may give us a name at this end.

Where is Sylvia Prince now?

She went on to Europe.

She had a Bulgarian passport

not valid for a stay in this country.

- Was she returning to Bulgaria? - Vienna.

John, if Salzman were planning to defect

where would he be apt to go?

The American Embassy in Vienna.

Oh. Terribly sorry.

Stanislaus.

[laughs] Mrs. Salzman.

I've come 5000 miles to a country

of 200 million strangers and whom do I run into?

I know it's incredible.

How wonderful to see you.

Now tell me, Mrs. Salzman, where is the general?

I have to tell you.

My name is Drier.

Oh. You mean you've left him?

No.

Well, what happened?

Ah, it's all very complicated.

I'm absolutely exhausted, my dear.

Yes, of course, please. Sit down with me for a second.

Now tell me.

Well, um, I have a false passport.

I have, uh, false papers. I have left.

No one knows that I'm here.

You've defected?

Yes. Eric will too.

As soon as he knows that I'm safe

'he will ask for asylum.'

Oh, that's wonderful.

I don't think that we will ever regret.

I can promise you won't.

It's been six years for me

and I haven't regretted one second of it.

I married. I have an adopted son.

- 'I own a motel.' - Hmm?

It's like a hotel.

You'll have to see it for yourself.

You'll stay with us.

No, I have already made arrangements

and, uh, Eric will be calling me at the Kingston Hotel.

I will call the Kingston Hotel

and tell them where you are staying.

I'll give them my number.

And after you've talked to your husband in Vienna

I'll drive you to the State Department.

Sounds so nice.

Do you happen to have the number of the hotel with you?

- Yes, I do. - Oh, good.

Then we can call from here.

There's a telephone over there.

- Please, come with me. - Hmm.

Kingston Hotel?

Yes, the front desk, please. Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, I'm calling for Mrs. Ida Drier.

She has a reservation in your hotel.

Yes, that's D-R-I-E-R. That's right, yes.

She has a reservation in your hotel

but she has changed her plans.

She's going to stay in the Elite Motel

in Mount Vernon, New York.

'She's expecting an overseas call.'

'Would you be kind enough when that call comes in'

to transfer it to the Elite Motel?

Yes.

It's very important that you get this message straight.

Would you mind repeating it back to me?

Uh-huh.

[recorded message] 'The time is 12:51 exactly.'

[beeps]

'The time is 12:51..'

Thank you very much.

Alright, keep trying.

Opticians, ophthalmologists

anyone who might have a live address for him.

Well, what about the boulevard eye doctor?

[phone buzzes] Yes.

[female #1 on phone] 'Transit landing circuits to the NR are open now.'

'They are ringing our liaison representative at the embassy'

Thank you. Well, keep checking.

[telephone rings]

Greenwood.

Oh, yes, put him on.

Inspector?

Hello, Neal. Did you get my wire?

Yes, but Miss Prince's plane had landed.

Matter of fact, she's here now.

In the embassy?

'Yeah, she's right outside the office.'

We don't know what she wants. She won't tell anybody.

But we'll be glad to keep an eye on her for you.

- Have you seen Salzman yet? - Who?

General Eric Salzman. He's in Vienna.

Oh, yes, I know.

He's attending a high-level Kimanis Power.

We met years ago in London

but he wouldn't be apt to show up here.

Just a minute, Lewis.

He wouldn't be apt to, but he has.

Lewis, what's happening?

State's briefing the ambassador now.

They think Salzman's come to defect.

Defect? They couldn't let him defect.

He's privy to every important political protection they have.

She wants to see me.

The Prince woman may have something to say.

We don't know her role in this business

but let her talk.

We'll keep our line open. Get back to me as soon as you can.

Yes, sir, I will.

Would you ask General Salzman to come in here, please?

[female #2 on phone] 'Yes, sir.'

- Miss Prince, please. - Alright.

- Mr. Greenwood. - Yes, that's right.

Forgive me, but what exactly is your position here?

I mean, I was waiting for General Salzman to show up

but I really had expected him to ask to see the ambassador.

Neal, it is good to see you again.

General.

Have I violated protocol?

Of course not.

The general and I are old friends.

- Would you sit down, please? - Thank you.

So he feels more comfortable making his traitorous proposal

to an old friend, is that it?

- Sir, if you like, I can-- - 'It's alright.'

[Eric] 'I know this woman.'

She seems very rude

until you remember you are watching a puppet.

She heads a communist press bureau.

'That means she types out new stories'

'whenever someone is pulling her finger strings.'

'When her voice is activated, she makes speeches.'

Someone has waltzed her over here today, Neal

to wag a wooden finger at me.

Because I have come here to ask the United States

for asylum.

Mr. Greenwood, I don't think there is anything

more embarrassing then a premature announcement.

The fact is General Salzman has just changed his mind.

He suddenly remembered how dangerous

such a move might prove to be for his wife.

My wife is safe.

She's already in America.

We have her, sir.

She is safe.

I got the cablegram.

Oh, perhaps I have mixed her up with Mrs. Ida Drier.

I must talk to her.

She's at the Kingston Hotel in New York.

Get me the Kingston Hotel, New York City.

There is a plane leaving for your capital

in five hours and ten minutes.

'If you are aboard, your wife will be returned home'

to you directly.

Of course, if you prefer to stay here, well..

Miss Prince, kidnapping is a crime even--

Please, Mr. Greenwood. Kidnapping?

Isn't that a question of semantics?

We know how hard the United States has tried

to persuade this half crazy, old man to defect.

Oh, to tell you the truth

there are international judges who would call that kidnapping.

How do I know she hasn't already been k*lled?

You don't.

She is dead.

I will stay and I will find those

who are responsible for her death.

[phone buzzes]

Yes.

[female #3 on phone] 'Ready with your call, sir.'

Put them on.

The Kingston.

Hello?

I'd like to talk to Mrs. Ida Drier, please.

'She's a guest there.'

'She arrived on the noon flight from Europe.'

Thank you.

There's no sign of her.

No word.

Neal, you are a lawyer.

Help me to swear out a complaint

of kidnapping and m*rder against this woman.

- She's not dead. - 'Prove it.'

Alright.

I will transmit one question.

Ask something personal

that only your wife would know the answer to.

I have a private pet name for her.

Get her to tell it to you.

That should be simple enough.

Here he is now. Put the call through.

That's it.

This is the place that made the original lenses for Ronald.

Hmm. They have an address?

Better than that.

They got an order for the prescription

from a shop in New York this morning.

He's picking up a new pair in five days.

We'll put an immediate surveillance in the place.

[male #1 on radio] 'BA-23, your call is ready.'

Mr. Ward.

BA-23, go ahead.

Lewis, I just talked to Neal Greenwood.

The Murray case has suddenly turned into the Salzman affair.

Well, is he coming over?

[Arthur] 'Well, he's in the embassy right now.'

I can't go into all the ramifications

but you'll get a complete report in New York.

Now there's a plane waiting for you.

Are you any closer to Ronald?

How about five days?

That's too long. How about five hours?

Hello, ma!

Don't slam the..

[door slams]

Well, I think it's still on its hinges.

Dad, hey, guess who I picked up last night?

- Bermuda, now this guy-- - Jack, just a second.

I want to meet a very dear friend of mine.

Mrs. Ida Drier.

- Hi. - Hello, how are you?

Now I'm gonna put some coffee on.

And, Jack, you come on and clean up.

Right, excuse me.

I don't know.

I'm so worried.

Ida, there is nothing to worry about.

You know how specific Eric is.

He said, "You must go to the Kingston Hotel."

Mm-hmm.

"And then you must call, uh, Frank, uh, Murray."

That's our friend in Arlington.

That's what I should have done.

I have a much better idea.

Where is Eric right now?

[chuckles] Hopefully, he should be at the American embassy in Vienna.

Mm-hmm, and that's where we are going to call him

at the American Embassy in Vienna.

And you're gonna explain everything personally to him.

[sobs] You're so kind to me.

[chuckles]

Even though I'm never going to pay you back.

Eric will be very surprised to hear your voice.

I can hear him already.

[imitates Eric] Hello, Ida?

[both chuckle]

No, I don't think he will say Ida.

He will very probably use your pet name.

- Hmm? - How did you know that one?

Well, he told me once.

[chuckles] Oh, no, he didn't.

Yes, he did.

- He did? - Uh-huh.

Do you know how it all started?

Nope.

Well, I was riding on my bicycle.

[sobs] And suddenly, I see this young, handsome officer..

...riding towards me and, uh..

[sniffles] Well, I don't know how it happened

but my tire hit the kerb.

Mm-hmm.

[laughs] And I went over.

And my skirts flew up.

And ever since then, I was called Miss Pink Pants.

[laughs] Ida.

- Inspector. - Gary, how are you?

Gary, Tom Colby.

Uh, bureau filled me in on the Salzman business.

It's all right here.

Uh, "In-flight Cable."

You talked to the people at the cable office?

[Gary] 'Yes, the clerk remembers the message and the sender.'

It's 3:30. Three hours left.

I'm expecting a message from the SAC, Gary.

Yes, they called. They're still looking for violations

involving XEA1FG. Nothing yet.

They're continuing to monitor?

Around the clock.

Well, maybe that's still our best bet.

The SAC? Why?

Sylvia Prince is the one constant factor

in this whole case, from Mexico City to Vienna to New York.

She's the contact. She transmits the questions

and promises to get the answers all within a few hours.

But she's not apt to risk using a transatlantic telephone.

Our agents would know the destinations.

- So what else is there? - Radio.

XEA1FG. Mexico City.

[male #2 on radio] 'This is XEA1FG.'

'Go ahead, KC2ZQF.'

Hello there.

How are you, hombre?

How is the weather around there?

[male #2] 'Very fine.'

Are you ready to play some chess?

[male #2] 'Yes. Hold on.'

Now he's getting his board and we'll make a move or two.

We've been battling back and forth like this for months.

[laughs] Sounds fascinating.

Mm-hmm.

Do you play?

Me? No.

[male #2] 'XEA1FG calling KC2ZQF.'

- 'Are you there?' - Ready and waiting, hombre.

[male #2] 'Alright, go ahead.'

Um, queen's bishop to queen's knight five.

- Thank you. - Cream and sugar?

Just sugar. I'll come with you.

[male #2] 'Pawn to rook three.'

Queen takes pawn.

[male #2] 'Are you certain of that?'

- 'Three words.' - Yes.

'I am not sure of the color of this piece for some reason.'

'I have the black and you have the..'

- Pink. - 'Alright.'

'King to king's knight.'

Queen's bishop takes rook.

- 'Takes?' - Rook.

'Rook. Oh, I see.'

'Pawn takes pawn.'

Queens to queen's night.

- And check. - 'Very well played.'

Thank you.

This is KC2ZQF signing off and clear.

[dramatic music]

Would you like some more coffee?

Yes, thank you.

I've tried to call Vienna several times

but all the lines to Austria are tied up.

'Don't panic. It won't be very much longer.'

I hope not.

I'm exhausted.

Oh, would you like to sit down?

Ida, what is it?

I..

Ida.

[groans] I feel so strange.

Ida, are you alright?

- Come on, sit down. - Maybe I'm just tired.

- What happened, Stan? - I don't know.

The plane trip, maybe.

Jack.

Uh, call the man in number 7. He's a doctor.

- No, no.. - What happened?

Go on. Get him, Jack.

[knocks]

Oh, doctor, could you come right over to the office?

Certainly.

I'll get my bag.

[male #3 on radio] 'New York 14, come in.'

NY 14, go ahead.

[male #3] 'I have a message for Inspector Erskine.'

This is Inspector Erskine.

[male #3] 'Message follows.'

'FCC has monitored an exchange between XCA1FG'

'and KC2ZQF.'

'KC2ZQF is licensed to Jack Theodore Brown.'

'900 Garrison Street'

'Mount Vernon, New York.'

'End of message. Signed Ward.'

Right. Alert local agents to stand by.



Go.

[male #4 on radio] 'This is K6UXF signing off and clear.'

Thank you.

This is KC2ZQF. Now QRT.

- Hi. - Hi.

Um, you got a room for three?

Well, I'd have to split you up.

Two in one and one in the other.

Okay. Are you in charge here?

Just while my dad's out.

My mom's checkin' up on one of the units.

She'll be right back.

I think I may know your father.

If it's the same Jack Brown.

[chuckles] No, his name's Stan.

This is funny. I'm Jack Brown.

- You're Jack? - Yeah.

- Are you a ham? - Yeah.

How many countries can you get with that?

Oh, you name 'em.

- Mexico? - Oh, sure.

Well, I don't happen to talk to anyone down there myself.

My dad does.

He plays chess with this guy down there.

Interesting game.

I don't know how to play.

He just says leave the pieces alone.

- Where's your father now? - Hospital.

Oh, he's okay.

He just took this Mrs. Drier, some lady from Europe.

[car horn honks]

Hi, mom.

This gentlemen would like two rooms.

- Are you Mrs. Brown? - Yes.

- FBI. - FBI?

Could I talk to you alone, please?

- Mm, but-- - Jack.

- Oh, come on. - Go on now. Go on.

Yes?

Where's your husband, Mrs. Brown?

At Mercy Hospital.

Do you mind if we use your phone?

Tom, would you call Mercy Hospital and see

if Mrs. Drier's been admitted there?

Listen, I don't understand.

What happened to Mrs. Drier?

Well, she just fainted.

Did your husband drive her to the hospital alone?

No, we happen to have a doctor in one of the units.

- He went along. - 'Uh, Mercy Hospital, please.'

This man?

Yes.

Uh, has a Mrs. Ida Drier been admitted there?

Well, of course, she has.

I can't imagine what you think Stan's done, but I know him.

[Tom] 'I see. Thank you.'

[knock on door]

Come in.

- Miss Prince is here, sir. - 'Send her in.'

Did you think I was lost?

That would have been too much to hope for.

Most amusing name you have for madame.

We'd expected something a little more orthodox.

Is that it?

Yes.

Are you convinced she's alive?

Yes.

I have a car outside that will drive you to the airport.

General?

We have almost an hour?

- For what? - Before the plane leaves.

You will be more comfortable aboard.

I beg your pardon.

When a man is about to be hanged

he would not be much more comfortable

waiting on the scaffold.

Besides, there may still be reprieve.

Indeed.

Well, by all means, let us wait here.

I wouldn't delay too long, general.

We don't want to hurt her any more than you want to lose her

believe it or not.

I don't care. There's some other explanation.

Clear it up when he gets back.

The chess game was a code, Mrs. Brown.

The arrangement of the board doesn't make any sense.

He's been receiving and sending coded messages.

I'm not gonna listen to you.

The woman is in extreme danger

if we don't find her within 45 minutes.

She's not in any danger from Stan.

You don't know him. I don't care how it looks.

Where could he have taken her, Mrs. Brown?

Do you have any idea?

Does he have any other friends over here from Europe?

No.

I know how hard this is for you to understand.

You don't know anything about it at all.

You don't know what it was like before he came.

He loves us.

He loves me.

I'm certain he does.

[sobs] Then how can he be a spy?

What has one got to do with the other?

Man could love his country and his family too.

This is his country.

Is it?

You know, you were right

when you said you know him better than anyone else.

'And I think, in your heart, you know which side'

he's really fighting on.

Don't you?

[Tom] 'Lew.'

He's back, Lew.

- Is he alone? - Yeah.

[Tom] 'He hasn't moved.'

[Mrs. Brown] 'Mr. Erskine?'

He's got a g*n.

He's had one ever since the cabin was robbed.

Cabin?

Is there mud on the car?

Yes.

Then that's where he's been. That's where he took her.

Where is this cabin, Mrs. Brown?

In the hills in Connecticut.

There's a private dirt road

a mile and half north of Watsonville.

Ours is the last house.

He built it himself.

The car gets covered with mud every time we go up.

Tom.

[sighs]

Arrange for a helicopter to take us to Watsonville.

We'll make the final approach on foot.

Alright.

Let's pick him up.

FBI, Brown.

Drop it.

Take him to the office.

The helicopter's waiting.

[sobs]

Mom, what's happening?

[sobs]

[chopper whirring]

Ground unit 1 to helicopter.

[male #5 on radio] 'Helicopter, go ahead.'

Proceed to the cabin, hover, then move on.

And be prepared to repeat the maneuver.

We're gonna try to draw him out away from the hostage.

[male #5] 'Roger.'

[chopper whirring]

Ronald, this is the FBI.

'Drop your g*n.'

[dramatic music]

Raise your hands over your head.

'Now!'

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Call Greenwood.

Tell him Mrs. Salzman is safe in our hands.

Oh.

Everything is arranged.

Everything is taken care of.

We can live here now.

That's wonderful.

And what do you think of that..

...Miss Pink Pants?

Reservations are confirmed on our Washington flight.

Talk to Arthur?

Yeah. Cryptanalysis was able to break the chess game code.

I sent the key on to Mexico City.

Apparently, "The Liberated News Service" had been playing games

with hams in half a dozen Latin American countries.

They also use the international telephone lines.

As a matter of fact, that's how they transmitted

the question about, uh, Mrs. Salzman's nickname

to Brown without the shortwave monitor picking it up.

Uh, Mexican authorities are ready to move them on

for espionage.

By the way, uh, what was the nickname?

Miss Pink Pants.

Miss what?

Walter Ronald did not recover from his wounds.

Stanley Brown is in a federal penitentiary

where he will serve a minimum of 20 years.

Having failed in her missions

Sylvia Prince was recalled to her own country.

She has not been heard from since.

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