03x15 - Act of Violence

[bunniefuu]

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Fire for range.

Fire!

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Take two to the left.

Fire for effect.

Fire!

[explosions]

Mark target.

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Help me!

Hey, buddy, come on, get me outta here.

Hey, sergeant. Sergeant!

Take charge.

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[Marvin Miller] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott..

William Reynolds.

With guest stars, Burt Reynolds..

Michael Strong..

Frank Aletter..

Diana Muldaur.

Tonight's Episode, "Act of Violence."

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[Marvin Miller] The skeleton in the well

was identified as the remains

of Marine Sergeant Frank Sevrance

ten years after he was officially listed

with the FBI as a deserter.

But Sevrance had not deserted.

He had been m*rder*d.

As FBI agents began the long search

for Sevrance's k*ller

a second m*rder was being planned

three thousand miles away.

An act of violence that would eventually bring

Inspector Lewis Erskine

to a confrontation

with La Cosa Nostra chieftain

John Miller Duquesne.

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[dramatic music]

[g*nsh*t]

[tires screeching]

Hello, Lewis.

Hello, Ward.

You know, I missed you.

- Huh? - At lunch.

Oh, Arth, I'm sorry.

I got involved.

[laughs] Forget it.

With what? This? What is it?

That's page three of the Durham North Carolina post.

Man named Ray Benton was reading it yesterday

when he was shot to death.

The name rang a bell with one of our agents

on Criminal Intelligence in Durham.

He remembered Benton as a retired syndicate k*ller.

Hmm. What's our jurisdiction?

None.

Unless there is a connection between the m*rder

'and this particular item.'

Well, is there any connection?

Let's say a coincidence.

Both men were in San Jose in December of 1957.

Sevrance disappeared on the 15th.

Benton dropped out of sight the next day.

He seems to have spent the following five years

in Baltimore.

He turned up in Durham in 1963.

Married and bought himself a butcher shop.

I still don't know. That's a pretty long reach, isn't it?

Just because there happened to be an article on Sevrance

in the paper he was reading?

At Benton's house the agents found

three more accounts of the skeleton in the well.

Clipped out and hidden away.

All from different papers.

Pathology report on the Sevrance remains.

There's no other weapon found in the well.

His or any others.

No, sir.

No chance of a suicide.

b*llet hit the skull from the rear

and emerged over the right eye.

Whoever shot him was standing behind him and to his left.

So, evidently, he was shot

before he was thrown into the well?

Yes, sir.

It says, they think there were two b*ll*ts.

There's evidence a, uh, second b*llet

penetrated the pelvis.

On the chance the slug remained in the body

Holt from San Jose is sifting the area now.

Tom, pull the deserted file on Sevrance

and bring me a summary of whatever we know about him.

And get everything Criminal Intelligence

has on Benton.

Yes, sir.

You say Benton was a contract k*ller.

Implicated in four homicides at least.

Nobody's been able to make the charges stick.

Raises an interesting query, doesn't it?

If Benton k*lled Sevrance

for whatever reason

then who k*lled Benton?

And why?

[g*nsh*t]

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Pull.

[g*nsh*t]

Pull.

[g*nsh*t]

John?

Hello, Paul.

What's happening in Durham?

You heard about it, huh?

[male #1] 'Pull.'

Certainly.

You didn't go to any trouble to keep it quiet.

- I didn't have time. - 'Pull.'

[g*nsh*t]

It seems that, uh, Benton read about Sevrance

in the newspaper, he wanted $25,000 to keep quiet about it.

- Foolish man. - Yeah.

There's no big problem, the locals are nosin' around

down there, givin' interviews and taking pictures.

The FBI in his house.

[male #1] 'Pull.'

Can they tie this to the thing in San Jose?

- I don't see how. - 'Pull.'

[g*nsh*t]

Could go into Benton's background.

You got rid of the man, not his record.

I'm telling ya it's over, Paul.

There's nothing to link 'em together.

[Paul] 'I hope you're right.'

We all hope you're right.

"We?"

You mean you might have an open discussion about it

when I'm not in the room?

Come on, John, you sound like the newspapers.

Ben called from Miami. Lou from Vegas.

This is an expression of friendship

not a conspiracy. They're concerned for ya.

Yeah.

Well, tell 'em they can relax.

It's over.

But is it?

What's the big deal, Paul?

I wanted Irene, and somebody was in the way.

I never did anything like that before.

But you weren't content to let Benton hit him.

You, uh, hated the marine so much

you had to do it yourself..

...in person.

Hence the jeopardy for us.

Alright, it was dumb move, I admit it.

I was ten years younger than him.

Nobody else knows I was in on it.

What about the girl?

The only witness was Benton.

She doesn't even know Sevrance is dead.

[Paul] 'She'll know it now.'

It was in all the papers.

And she could guess you had something to do with it.

What if she goes to the FBI?

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Now where is she?

I don't know, I haven't seen her since

the divorce, eight years ago.

[Paul] 'No ideas?'

No.

Why?

Where is the g*n you used?

I don't know, Paul, it was Benton's g*n.

Look, I think you're worryin' too much.

Alright.

I worry.

'Ten years ago, I took a drop of your blood'

and I put it on a square of paper

and after you'd burned the paper and sworn the g*n

I was the first to embrace you.

To welcome you to the brotherhood.

I have two sons I'm not as close to

as I am to you.

Find your ex-wife

before she puts you in the gas chamber.

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- Inspector. - Gray, how are you?

Fine, thank you, sir.

You remember Tom Colby.

- Yes, how are you? - Great. Hi.

Well, have you had a chance to see photos of the well yet?

Not yet.

Well, of course it's been covered over

for a number of years.

This all used to be ranch land at one time.

The government bought it and gradually the camps

spread over the acreage.

How long has the motor range been here?

[Gray] 'About eighteen months.'

It's been a pretty desolate spot when the sergeant was k*lled.

Yes, sir, end of the world.

Wanna come this way?

The skeleton was seated against the west wall.

The legs were partly buried in the dirt.

We've literally been sifting through

every grain of sand down there.

- Nothing significant? - Not yet, sir.

Well, keep at it.

Alright.

Have you turned up anything more on Benton yet?

Well, nothing that would connect him with Sevrance, no.

Had he ever had any

gambling contacts with the base?

No, he was Johnny Duquesne's driver

in those days, strictly a strong arm boy.

I thought Duquesne was a Mid-Westerner.

Well, he is now, but he started right here in San Jose.

When'd he leave, Gray?

Sometime in the mid-fifties.

I'd, I'd have to check the exact date.

Gray, I found a slug.

Badly oxidized.

Inspector?

Won't be much use to us now.

Huh. We better rush it to the lab, anyway.

I guess, our only hope left

is to try to locate the shell casings.

It'd be less oxidation on the surface.

I know it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, Gray

but if you don't find anything within an another..

...hundred feet of the well, we'll reconsider.

Alright.

Now, you were trying to locate people

who might've been with Sevrance in December of 1957, huh?

Yes, sir.

Well, as far as family goes

there's no one except the second cousin

who's never been out of Idaho.

But we did manage to track down

a, uh, friend who was very close to Sevrance at that time.

Sergeant Leroy Glinnis.

Uh, Glinnis is stationed at Fort Worth.

I contacted him by phone.

He said, he'd be very glad to cooperate.

He should be arriving here this afternoon.

Good. Uh, Sevrance was single, huh?

- Yes, sir. - What about girlfriends?

Well, we're looking, no luck yet.

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[grunting and panting]

What's the name of that book again?

Wait a minute, wait a minute, uh..

Advances in European Electronics '67.

Alright, go. Good. Good.

Good, good, good. Good boy, that's good.

- Good, Johnny. - Really? Already?

Yes, I am.

I mean, next time, we're really gonna put the gloves on

you're beginning to hurt.

Would you like this gift wrapped?

Advances in European Electronics 1967

is a runaway bestseller.

Put it in a plain wrapper.

Oh!

Joe's dad wants him to help him work on his boat, mom.

You mean that you and your buddy Joe

begged and begged his poor father

until he finally said, "Okay, you can watch."

How did you know?

I know everything.

Okay, run along.

Thanks, mom.

- Bye, Jim, see you later. - Bye.

Stay out of his way!

Ah!

That will be..

...$4.57 with tax.

How's my credit?

I don't know.

Struggling engineer. Can I trust you?

It is a very solid profession.

- Pay me when you can. - Oh.

You're a kind woman, Widow Davis.

Anybody ever tell you that?

Uh, not kind at all.

No, I would've come around to collect

on Christmas Eve like Scrooge.

You know, it's about 85 degrees in here.

How come your fingers are so cold?

Cold hands, warm heart.

Something wrong?

Nothing, why?

Something about Johnny?

Just saw him hit, there's nothing wrong with that boy.

Look, if you have a problem

I make a fair ally, try me.

Now, there is no problem.

I just was born with chilly hands.

Alright.

Oh! Uh..

My boss is not going to be using his boat this Saturday.

Suggest that it might be a nice place for a swim

'and a little lunch, are you interested?'

- I'd love to. - Oh.

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Sergeant Leroy Glinnis, Inspector Erskine.

- Inspector. - Sergeant.

I wanna thank you for co-operating with us.

Listen, I just hope you can find the maniac that k*lled Frank.

Please sit down.

You figure it was a maniac?

Well, I can tell you one thing.

He didn't have an enemy in the world.

He was a good man and a good marine.

I never believed for one minute that Frank went AWOL.

I was on embassy duty over in Taipei

when he disappeared.

When I got back, it just seemed

there was nothing I could do.

Sergeant, we've determined that he never married.

Do you happen to know of any girlfriends?

Yeah...lots of them. Had one special one.

You know her name?

Irene, something or other.

Was she a local girl?

Yeah, Frank met her at a USO dance.

Man, he really flipped over.

Wrote me a whole letter about her.

Did she ever try to get in touch with you

to find out what happened to him?

No, she didn't.

Didn't that seemed a little odd?

Well, Frank wrote me that there was some other guy

in the background. She told Frank that she was trying

to get away from the other guy.

- You happened to know his name? - No.

Or what he did?

He was a gambler or something like that.

Lou, can I see you a minute?

Excuse me.

Uh, Duquesne left San Jose in December 1957.

Went to Vegas, and worked for a syndicate there

as a collections boss until 1960.

Uh, no police problems, the only time his name appears

on the county books is a record of a marriage.

January 3rd, 1958 to a Miss Irene Devers of San Jose.

Five months later, the woman filed for divorce, uncontested.

Final papers were mailed to her care

of general delivery in San Jose.

Could Duquesne have been that stupid?

How stupid?

To have a man k*lled just because he was jealous.

Sergeant, could the girl's last name have been Devers?

Yes, sir. Devers, that it.

[intercom buzzing]

Alright, sergeant. Thanks. very much.

If you should happened to think of anything else

we'd appreciate a call.

- Yes, sir and good luck to you. - Thank you.

Inspector..

They've just found two separate shell casings

approximately 80 feet from the well.

Just off the highway.

Let's get them to the lab.

Send them off to the lab right away, please.

[crowd cheering]

That's right!

- Come on! - Come on.

Come on! Get him!

- Come on! - Get him, come on!

- Come on, come on. - Come on now, get him!

[continues cheering]

Five, six, seven, eight. Come on, pay up.

- Pay up, genius. - Guy calls himself a fighter?

Calls himself a fighter?

I got a grandma who hits harder than that.

Come on, come on.

She's been dead for ten years.

[chuckling]

- John. - Huh?

You made any progress in finding the girl?

Hmm?

Yeah, I talked to, uh..

...Sparrows, this morning in San Jose.

He said he, uh, heard she was working

in San Diego about four years ago.

Paul, there wasn't a word in the papers this morning.

I think it's a dead issue.

We better forget about the whole thing, huh?

It's a drawback.

[indistinct chatter]

One of my bookies thinks he's in, uh, business for himself.

Ha ha. I'll straighten him up.

[chatter continues]

[dramatic music]

Ralph, I want you to take a plane out to San Diego.

- Yes, sir. When? - Tonight.

Drop John off, and roll on out to the airport.

Don't, uh, don't mention the trip to..

She was working in San Diego as, probably as a model.

That's what she did before.

[bus revving]

[phone ringing]

Ward.

Oh, good. Put him on.

- Hello, Lewis. - Yes, Arth.

'First of all, the shell casings'

you forwarded are .45 caliber ACP.

The lab compared the ejector marks and the firing pin

indentations on both casings.

They were fired from the same weapon.

The marks are still clear enough for comparison tests.

That's a break.

Anything new out there?

Well, we keep tripping over the name of John Duquesne.

He was here in San Jose when Sevrance was k*lled

and later, he was married briefly to a girl

Sevrance had been dating.

We're trying to locate her now.

Uh-huh. Well, it seems to fit.

We subpoenaed the phone company records on Benton.

Day before he was k*lled, he made two long distance

phone calls to Duquesne's office.

Sounds as though he was setting his price.

Maybe.

Uh, one last of the line

we just may have found the g*n.

Really? Where?

'In a police station.'

Uh...would you mind repeating that, Arth?

That's right, in a police station.

In 1964, Benton had an argument with his wife

and threatened to k*ll her.

The Durant police arrested him in a bar

and took a .45 away from him.

He picked up 60 days in the county jail.

In the mean time, the Durant Police

sent the g*n to the lab for comparison.

We determined it hadn't been used in any unsolved homicides.

So, we sent it back to them.

And they retained the weapon until Benton's body was found.

'It's on it's way back to the lab now.'

Uh, just a minute, Arth.

Get reservations for the next plane.

Uh, Arth, we may have something here.

Tom got the girl's 1958 address through the US old records.

Her former landlady got a letter from her 1960

mentioning that she was working at a place called

Manton's Fashions in San Diego.

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[jazz music]

Well! Well! Well!

Welcome to God's country.

- When did you get in? - Just landed.

We don't see you very much around here anymore.

- What you'll have? - Scotch, straight.

Uh-huh.

Oh, Scotch, straight.

You know, Joey, you're right.

I should spend a lot more time out here.

Paul called me.

Yeah, he said he would.

He said we haven't got much of that time.

No, and we gotta move very quietly.

Be smooth. Be quick.

But don't let John Duquesne hear a word about this

until Paul's ready to tell him.

You people aren't gonna get Johnny mad at me

are you, Ralph?

Would you rather have Paul mad at you?

I just took the fifth.

[jazz music]

What progress so far?

I called some people I know

in the garment business this morning.

One of them remembers a girl named Irene Davis.

Used to model for a company called Manton's Fashions.

He ran into her a couple of years ago

but she changed her name to Irene Davis.

Sounds right. What happened to her?

Uh, she hasn't been around for a couple of years.

His impression is that she saved her money

and bought some kinda small business.

He's talkin' to some models, who must have worked with her.

[telephone ringing]

Excuse me.

[jazz music]

Thank you very much.

I owe you a case of champagne.

Take care.

[jazz music]

How about that? She bought a book store.

Where?

You want it all in a platter?

I didn't say it's some place like Oceanside

San Clemente, La Jolla.

How long could it take?

[intense music]

[doorbell rings]

There's nobo-body home.

[doorbell rings]

Alright! Alright!

Quit the rat!

Yeah, I hear you.

- Yeah! - David Reisman?

Why?

I'm inspector Erskine with the FBI.

This is Special Agent Colby.

So, you're the, uh...FBI?

Oh, co-co-come in.

Come on. Come on in, gentlemen.

Make-make-make yourself at home.

I-I'll be right with you.

Uh, Mr. Reisman, I understand you were head of personnel

for Manton's Fashion in 1960.

Manton's Fashion? Oh, is, uh, is Manton in trouble?

Well, say, I..

Now listen, I-I haven't been with Manton since '62.

Do you remember a girl who worked for you as a model..

- No. - ..in 1960?

We haven't told you her name yet, Mr. Reisman.

Listen, I never had a thing in the world to do with those kids.

I-I never believed in it. No.

Now, this girl's name is Irene Devers or Duquesne.

Why don't you tell me what she's accused me of?

They're all liars you know. All of 'em.

She hasn't accused you of anything.

We're just trying to locate her.

What for?

Do you know where she's living now?

Irene Devers?

No. Oh, listen, she quit Manton before I did.

She had a little apartment on 18th Street.

I heard.

I was never in it. I was never there.

Yes, of course.

Um, do you happen to know why she left?

- No. - Could you make a guess?

Huh, well, I heard she that wanted to

open a store of her own.

Hmm, books. I'm not sure.

Now, was that in San Diego?

Oh, no.

Somebody said that she wanted to raise her boy

away from the city.

Oh, she had a son?

Oh, yeah, Johnny.

Four or five. And don't quote me.

That should narrow down some, Lou.

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

Hang on.

You're Inspector Erskine?

A fellow wants to talk to you name of William Converse.

Thank you.

Yes, Bill.

Inspector, I just had a call from Langley

at the fire arms identification unit.

Now they did some comparison test

on the shells fired from the g*n that Benton owned

and the shell casings found at the scene of Sevrance's m*rder.

Now, as it turns out, the adjective markings

and the firing pin indentations are identical.

Okay, thanks, Bill.

- Oh, uh, Bill, one more thing. - Yes, sir.

Who's the largest wholesale book distributor in town?

Well, there are several large ones, uh..

I guess, Far Western Publishing

would be the logical place to start.

- Far Western? - Yes, sir.

'They're on Cooper Street.'

Thanks, Bill.

Alright, Mr. Reisman, much obliged, you've been a big help.

Oh, say, anytime.

Always tickled to death to cooperate with the FBI.

[laughing]

So, you don't believe in Santa Clause?

I'm sorry, Jim. What'd you just say?

I said, I had a very nice lunch.

I had a very nice lunch all by myself.

Sorry again.

Now, I know I haven't been good company today, but I'll..

...cheer up by Saturday.

I don't know about that.

I know you think you're kidding me, Irene, but you aren't.

Now, whatever it is..

Whatever skeletons there are in the closet.

Skeleton wasn't in the closet, Jim.

Well, whatever it is, it is in the past.

No.

Now that's, that's the thing.

It, it isn't in the past.

I, I tried, I tried to put it all in the past

but it didn't work.

You can't tell me about it?

Wouldn't do any good.

But I, I guess, I have to tell some people about it.

Now, Jim, I..

A week ago, I thought that I was home free.

I had you and.. You and John get along so well.

Well, I..

I have to let Edith get some lunch, thanks for mine.

Don't give up.

You know me better than that.

You can have some lunch now.

Alright!

Thank you.

Oh, mom.

Ma, we straightened out the supply room.

And then packed all the crates.

- Anything else you want? - No, that'll be fine, boys.

- Thank you. - Okay, we're off.

Have fun.

But be back by 5:00.

Orders! Always orders.

- 'Information.' - Yes, operator.

I'd like to speak to someone with the FBI.

[female operator] 'That number is 2973361.'

Yes, may I help you?

Hi, I'm looking for

a fairly comprehensive travel guide to Mexico.

Mexico.

[intense music]

Ralph memorized the number on the pad.

Called it later.

He got the FBI in San Diego.

Doesn't matter who he got, Paul.

Point is she changed her mind.

She hadn't changed her mind

I'd be sittin' in FBI office right now.

Changed her mind this afternoon.

Nothing can guarantee she won't change it again tonight.

She's all there is to hang you, John.

You saw the necessity for getting rid of Benton.

You must see that, uh, the woman has to go too.

How is it gonna happen?

Ralph will handle it.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Yeah.

Did she marry again?

I don't know.

Funny how things turn out.

I saw us with a house.

Family.

Son, maybe.

She took one look at that Vegas operation, and..

I know I'd lost her. See, now there's--

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

I'll, uh, talk to you later, John.

Wait a minute.

Now, ten years you talked about yesterday about

how well we know each other.

Well, that works both ways.

What are you holdin' out on me?

Leave it alone, John. Let it lie.

I want to let it lie yesterday.

You're the one who told Ralph to follow her and find her.

Now, what did he find out?

She has a son.

[dramatic music]

- How old is he? - Seven, eight.

- My son? - I don't know.

Well, does he look like me?

Haven't seen him.

You tell Ralph to freeze in his tracks

till I find out for sure.

What are you talking about?

I'mma have Lonnie fly me out to the West Coast.

Are you crazy?

I'm trying to save your life.

Lonnie, meet me at the airport in an hour.

Follow flight plan for San Diego.

That's what I said an hour. Be there.

Don't paint us into a corner, John.

Go off half-c*ck like this you'll end up

more hurt than when you started.

What are you talkin' about?

He could be the marine's son.

Yeah, he could be.

'John.'

I got to find out.

One way or the other.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Well, I can see why they couldn't take the time

to go through all these invoices.

Yeah, but they seemed perfectly willing

for us to take a crack at it.

Could a bookstore get by out here

without buying from Far Western?

Uh, not very easily.

They get the bestsellers in fiction from the New York houses

but anything on a regional history

they'd have to get through Far Western.

Bureau has an informer's report

that Duquesne, Gray and Ralph Morris

attended the flights Tuesday night.

'Afterwards, Gray dropped Duquesne off'

'and dropped Morris to the airport.'

Now, the SAC has developed a definite identification

of Morris as a passenger for San Diego using an assumed name.

What about Duquesne himself?

The second report indicates he submitted

a flight plan for San Diego.

You, uh..

You checked the files in the California Franchise board?

Yes, sir. There's no listing of any business enterprise

to an Irene Devers or Duquesne.

Tom, call the county courthouse, if she had a name changed.

[intense music]

How do we stand?

She hasn't shown up this morning.

An older women opened the store.

The boy came in about 40 minutes ago.

- Hi. - Hi.

She'll be with you in a minute.

Yes, sir.

I was, uh, looking for Ms. Davis.

She was gonna order an novel for me called, uh, "Pride's In."

Well, lemme check it for you.

Do you know the author?

No, I don't. I think he's a local man.

Aren't you a little young to be working

in a bookstore on a salary?

Well, I'm kinda helping out.

My mother isn't here today.

- Oh! - 'Sorry!'

'No "Pride's In."'

It, uh, might be out of print.

Well, tell you, I'll have to go back to New York tonight.

Ms., uh, Ms. Davis was gonna try to contact the author.

You know where she is?

Well, she went to lunch on the K5.

What's a K5?

Well, it's a boat.

In Slip Bay at the Dough Ville, Marina.

Thank you.

See ya.

Yeah!

[dramatic music]

What do you think of the kid?

He looks like me, my old man and my grandfather.

[chuckles]

And Irene?

She'll be here in an hour.

No sense me hanging around.

I'll go back to the motel, you can call me when she shows up.

Yes, sir.

That's a funny thing.

When I was in earlier

the old lady didn't say anything like that.

She talked like Irene wouldn't be in all day.

[dramatic music]

Name is Davis. Legally changed 03.11.62.

- Davis! - Irene Davis!

Here it is.

"Irene Davis, March 23rd.

Consignment of local travel guides.

Marina Book shop, La Jolla.

[instrumental music]

Yes, Mr. Paul.

It looked like he took the recruits of the Marina.

Get the girl.

Go easy with John, unless he forces your hand.

And you'll know what to do.

Yes, sir. We'll wrap it all up for you.

[intense music]

Duquesne was in the store less than half an hour ago.

What about the boy?

He's fine, he's inside.

She's at the Dough Ville Marina, Slip Bay.

Yeah, I know where the place is.

Good, have the coast guard alert Patrol Board.

- I'll go to the restaurant. - Fine.

[intense music]

I feel better now.

Always have lunch after your swim, never before.

A marvelous boat.

Now, I'm surprised your boss doesn't use it more.

He bought it a long time ago

when he was thinking of getting married again.

- What happened? - She married another man.

Maybe he'd sell it to us.

On an electrical engineer's salary.

Hmm, that is sort of a dream, isn't it?

Then again..

There's nothing wrong with dreams, is there?

Nothing at all.

- Hold on to me. - Irene!

I'm grateful, there's..

There's so much I haven't told you.

So much you've taken on faith.

You really haven't been hard to have faith in.

But if, if I've lied to you about some things

it's, it's because I didn't want to involve you.

Well, well, well, wait a minute.

Let's, let's just settle for once and for all

how much I'm involved.

Why don't we go and get married

as soon as we can get a license?

- You want that? - Yeah, very much.

Well, there's... There's something I have to tell you.

Yesterday after we had lunch

I, I started to make a phone call.

Customer came into the shop, and I put it off.

But eventually, I'm going to have to make it.

Phone call?

Who were you going to call?

The FBI.

I guess the best place to start is..

...is still the beginning.

Irene! Irene!

Listen, we haven't got much time. I gotta talk to you.

Keep away from me.

Now, I've got nothing to say to you.

There's a contract out on you.

They're gonna k*ll you.

Now, look I'll take you to Nashville City.

I got a friend there, you can stay with him

until I figure out what to do.

Irene, who is this?

My ex-husband.

I can't get the boy out of the store now--

- Johnny! - Yeah, Johnny!

- You saw Johnny? - Yeah, I saw Johnny.

- You didn't hurt him? - Hurt him?

Well, he's my son.

He is my son, isn't he?

You can tell by just looking at him.

Yeah, I can tell. Come on.

Now, look, why should I believe you?

Now, you k*lled Frank Sevrance, didn't you?

- What difference does that-- - We'd have to.

- You left my apartment-- - Don't you understand?

They're gonna k*ll ya.

Now, come on.

Wait a minute, wait. Where are you taking her?

Look, I know you don't know what's going on.

But if you want to help keep her alive

better go along with me.

[intense music]

What are you doing here? I told you to wait by the store.

I have to take over now, Mr. John. I'm sorry.

Put your hands on her, and I'll see you're both dead.

You think I'd be doing this on my own?

The orders come from a lot higher than that.

Witner, you take Mr. John to his car.

I won't be along.

[intense music]

Come on.

You, back on the boat.

[intense music]

[tire screeching]

Duquesne! FBI!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hands on the head.

Never mind me, he's got the girl.

You come any closer and they both get it.

Back!

[intense music]

[revving]

This is the FBI! Hold it.

[g*nshots]

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Well, I expected Frank Sevrance to call that evening.

He didn't, but I, I wasn't particularly worried

until the next morning.

Frank used to wait for me

and take me to breakfast.

Not every morning, but still I..

Well, I guess that I called his commanding officer.

Alright, Ms. Davis, I think that's enough for one day.

We'll start again in the morning.

In the mean time you could have a look

at the transcripts to see what we've covered.

Oh, thank you, inspector.

Uh, is my son here now?

Yes, he's right outside.

Is it true? Is my father alive? Edith said that--

Yes. Yes, it's true.

He's the one who came into the store today?

- Edith said that. - Yes.

Yes, he would like to talk to us.

- Would you like that? - Well, sure.

I, uh, I hear you doing pretty good in school, huh?

The lowest I got was a C in the spelling.

[chuckles]

Well, I guess you come by that kinda natural, huh?

I never was very good in spelling.

How you doing in sports?

Got a first in swimming.

And our team won the relay.

That's good.

Did a good job with him.

Did a real good job.

[Marvin Miller] Based on findings of FBI laboratory examiners

and investigative leads supplied by Irene Davis

FBI agents were able to directly link John Duquesne

to the m*rder of Marine Sergeant Frank Sevrance.

Duquesne was convicted of first degree m*rder

and is now serving a life sentence.

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