04x04 - The Runaways

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Now, about your friends.

Have you met anybody since you've been here in Wilmington

that you like?

Yeah. Yeah, a couple of guys.

At the plant?

Well, at the plant and around, you know?

Hm. Solid citizens, are they?

Mr. Warren

I wouldn't take up with a jaywalker at this point.

I know the parole rules.

Well, are you going out, John?

No, I just got in when you knocked.

I've been down cashing my check.

Well, why don't you take off your coat and relax? Now, go on.

Why don't I?

How do you like your new job?

Well, Mr. Warren, to tell you the truth..

...I think I'm up to something, uh..

...a little better than pushing crates

but...well, why complain? That's a living.

And as you know, a lot of places

won't give an ex-con the time of day.

Tsk. Yes, I know.

[sighs]

Well, that's about all I need.

You're doing fine, John.

I know how tough it is on a man

the first three months after he comes out of prison.

[inhales sharply] But if you need anything

like advice or sympathy

why don't you try calling

your friendly neighborhood parole officer?

Thank you. I'll do that.

What have you got to lose?

Well, that's the closet, Mr. Warren. That's the door out.

Oh.

- Goodnight, John. - Goodnight. Thanks again.

Mm-hmm.

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Well, you heard him, friend.

I'm doing fine.

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[male narrator] The FBI.

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A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott

William Reynolds

with guest stars

J.D. Cannon..

...Ronnie Howard..

...Jan Shepard.

Tonight's episode

"The Runaways."

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John Graham Evans

bank robber and parolee from a federal penitentiary

was to become one of the nation's

ten most-wanted criminals.

The unidentified man found in his room had been strangled

and Evans was declared

a parole violator and m*rder suspect.

FBI assistance in locating him was requested

by the United States Board of Parole in Washington, D.C.

Oh, Lewis.

May I speak to you for a minute?

Yeah.

Do you know a bank robber named John Evans?

Yeah. Why?

He was released two months ago.

Well, his parole board just called.

Looks like he strangled a man in Wilmington.

Oh. When?

Between 8:30 and 9:00 this evening.

The hotel manager said

he saw him come in with the victim about 8:25.



a man named Warren

who just happens to be his parole officer.

Warren stayed with him until 9:15 when he left

and Evans followed him out just a minute later.

It's the maid who found the body in the closet.

So what about motive then? Did anyone hear a fight?

No, not a thing.

And it doesn't seem to have been robbery

because Evans told the parole officer

he'd been down cashing his check that evening

and there was $44 in the victim's wallet.

But I know Evans.

He wouldn't pass up a dime

unless he saw a 15 cents further on.

I've talked to the director already.

Evans' name will go on the ten most-wanted list tomorrow

but you're assigned to the case as of now.

[inhales sharply] Alright.

Call the resident agent.

Let him start a neighborhood search

with, uh, emphasis on any place

that might cash payroll checks.

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[train chugging]

[train bell ringing]

Hey, you!

'Hold it!'

What's the matter? Don't you hear so well?

[train honking]

[g*nsh*t]

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[train honking]

[train chugging]

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[typewriter keys clacking]

Good morning, Lewis.

- Oh, hello, Art. - Anything new on Evans?

Not yet, but we have an ident on the victim.

Paul Endecott. Four arrests for major robberies.

Two convictions.

You know, Art, I wonder if this m*rder isn't part of a pattern.

What kind of a pattern?

Well, Evans k*lled his last partner

after using him as an informant and legman..

...hit the bank alone.

Now, you think there's another bank in the offing.

Another bank, another haul, something.

- Seems like a long reach. - I wonder.

There's nothing in the record about a prior

connection between them.

Endecott wasn't k*lled for money.

You know, Evans took him to his room

m*rder*d him and left him there.

[door opens]

Excuse me, Mr. Ward.

Two calls from Wilmington.

"The railroad police found one of their watchmen

stretched out along the tracks with a fractured skull."

'He was able to make a positive identification'

'of the man who struck him, however.'

Evans?

Yeah, he got a shot off. Thinks he hit him.

No trace of Evans in the area

so, uh, evidently, he hopped one of the outgoing freights.

Anything else?

Agent searching the neighborhood

located a gas-station attendant

who said Evans and, uh, two other men were in his place

last night around 8 o'clock.

He identified the dead man from photos as one of those two men.

He heard them talking about a heist

but thought they were joking.

Alright, then. Make it a special.

[train chugging]

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No. No, I'm just, uh..

You've got three seconds to get out.

- No, I won't. - One.

Two..

...three.

I'm going. Just give me a minute.

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[car door shuts]

- Are you Mr. Post? - That's right.

We're with the FBI. My name's Erskine, this is Mr. Colby.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Post, I understand

you cashed a check last night

for John Evans.

Yeah. Well, but I-I told the other agents all about that.

And your impression was that, uh

Evans and the m*rder*d man hadn't known each other before.

Yeah, that's right. This third fellow introduced them.

Uh, Evans and this third man, they were friends?

Yeah, he and Evans met here first.

'Evans cashed his check'

then they went over and got a couple of soda pops

out of the case.

The fellow with, uh, with Evans made a phone call

and ten minutes later, in walked, uh..

- Endecott? - Yeah, Endecott.

That's right. Endecott. I was in the back then.

I overheard Endecott speaking about a, about a heist.

He said it'd be a big enough score to, uh..

...to retire on.

Then he and Evans took off

and that's the last I saw of 'em.

Would you look through these photographs, please?

Tick out any you see that, uh, resemble the man

who introduced Evans and Endecott?

Uh, I-I..

I don't think I will be able to recognize him.

Well, try.

Uh..

Yeah.

Yep. Let's see.

It-it might be one of those three guys.

What about distinguishing marks or accent?

None.

Uh, did you notice his car or did he walk?

Neither.

He, uh, he had a bike, a motorcycle.

- Thanks very much, Mr. Post. - Yeah.



[engine revving]

[birds chirping]

- Where have you been? - Uh, at the store.

Hey, what are you doing home? Is anything wrong?

Walk steady.

Here.

[birds chirping]

Well.. Well?

Evans. You know him.

I brought him home for a beer Saturday.

I met him at the Rainbow Room.

Yeah. Well?

I was with him last night, him and Endecott, the guy he k*lled.

S-Scotty.

That was earlier, earlier.

I-I had nothing to do with it.

Look, will you go pack? But don't take everything you own.

Are you out of your mind? "Go pack?"

Mildred, now listen.

You can come with me or you can stay here

but I'm not gonna get involved in this business.

Now, Scotty, just stop this and you tell me what happened.

I-I, I introduced them. That's what happened.

[birds chirping]

I met Evans at a gas station over on Spring Street..

...and we started talking about Paul Endecott.

- Well, who's he? - Oh, you don't know him.

He's a guy I went to school with.

Anyway, he'd just done some time and he couldn't get a job

so I thought maybe Evans could get him on

at the factory where he works.

'Well, I called Paul to tell him come over and meet us.'

Well, they got along real great

only Paul didn't care about a job

because he heard about a family in Pennsylvania

that had a whole lot of cash in a vault safe in a den.

Oh.

[clattering]

He said there was four of 'em, parents and two kids

and it would be a cinch to hit

but he needed a partner, so he asked Evans.

[sighs] A-alright.

You know what you're gonna do? Y-you're gonna phone the police.

Oh, Mildred, grow up. With my record--

No, the family. Do you remember their name?

Yes.

[sighs] Alright, then.

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[motorcycle starts]

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[crashing]

[indistinct chattering]

Stand back, please.

Give him some sir. Stand back.

- Call an ambulance, Tommy. - Excuse me.

[train chugging]

[train honking]

[Jess] 'I got it.'

[train chugging]

[groans]

[groans]

Sonny, you give me back my g*n.

You're gonna give it back

or will I have to report you to the cops?

[chuckles]

Why, you don't think I'd do it, huh?

No.

Well, you don't bluff easy either, do you?

[groans]

How's your arm?

[groans] Burning up.

You know, you ought to have that cleaned out.

I know.

I never met you before. Did I, boy?

And your kin never served time?

[chuckles] Of course not.

Listen, don't knock on it, it's not so bad..

...especially at your age.

You were in jail when you were my age?

What'd you do?

I robbed a store.

Yeah?

Yeah, then I went to Mexico.

Sneaked under the fence at Tijuana

'hitched a ride down to La Paz'

'I hopped on a fishing boat.'

Yeah, that's the life, boy.

Nobody to bug you, tell you, "Do this, do that."

The sunshine..

...blue water.

[chuckles] Man, that's, that's really great.

Hey, boy, you running away?

'From what?'

Enough.

Tell me some more about Mexico.

Mm.

Hey, maybe I can do better than that.

Yeah.

Look, I'm gonna level with you, boy.

You see, I was picked up on a phoney rap

so I lowered the boom on all these cops and I cut out.

One of 'em got in a lucky shot.

Now, uh..

...I know a family that'll help me

in a little town up here aways called, uh, Keats.

You know it?

- Yeah, sure. - Yeah.

Look, say, boy, you wouldn't have a cigarette, would you?

No.

Well, anyway..

...what I'm gonna need is a partner.

Somebody to buy me some stuff for my arm, get a car, you know?

When I finish my business in Keats

well, I, uh..

...maybe we both will go to Mexico.

[screeching]

What do you say?

Now what? Where are we?

Looks like we're past Shickshinny.

On past Benton.

[train bell ringing]

- What? - Brakeman.

Let's ease the door shut.

Give me the g*n.

Come on, boy. We're both runaways. Give me a chance.

Over there.

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Alright, come out.

Come on, young fellow, come on.

'Come on.'

How far is this Keats?

About 20 or 30 miles.

Any place around here I can rest up, get my arm fixed?

Well, there's abandoned mines all through there.

Well, what do you say, boy? You with me?

What will it be Mexico or Doubtsville?

Are you okay?

I finally remembered who you remind me of.

Who?

Me.

Let's go.

Alright, thanks very much.

If anything does develop

you can reach me here at the hospital.

- Is he out of surgery yet? - His wife's with him.

He'll make it, but the doctor thinks

it will be a couple of days before we can talk to him.

Hm.

Some train-crew reports have begun to come in.

Best bet so far is the one from New York City.

A man Evans' size was seen running from a boxcar

in the Brooklyn area.

Mrs. Scott.

Mrs. Scott.

Believe me, um

I don't like to press you at a time like this

but it's extremely urgent.

Can you tell me anything about the meeting

your husband had with John Evans?

Why would he run off that way?

What did he have to gain?

Perhaps, he just panicked. Mrs. Scott, it happens.

No, he thought you'd accuse him

of being in on the m*rder with Evans.

Why?

Because he had arranged for the two men

to meet at the gas station?

Endecott was a known thief, Mrs. Scott.

Uh, is that why Evans wanted to meet him?

I-I guess that's what he finally decided.

Anyway, that's what he was afraid of.

Well, what happened to make him feel that way?

Talk, they talked about a vault safe.

About robbing a family, two kids.

- Where? - Uh, I don't know.

I, I-I just can't remember.

I, I've been trying to think. I--

- Was it Brooklyn? - No, it..

Pennsylvania.

Where in Pennsylvania?

I don't know.

Can you think of the name of the family?

Oh, please, I, I'm so tired.

I just can't talk anymore.

I'm sorry.

There is a Pennsylvania report, Lou.

A brakeman was hit over the head

when he was trying to get a young teenaged boy off a boxcar.

Thirty miles east of Benton.

He was struck from behind, he can't describe his assailant.

Do we have the boy's description?

Yes, sir. I think I have it right here.

Well, see that it's circulated in Missing Persons'

- in every town along the line. - Yes, sir.

And let me know the minute you hear anything

on the other leads.

Alright.

Well, the b*llet went on through, anyway.

- That's something. - Yeah.

[groans]

Hurt?

It, uh..

Tickles a little, yeah.

Hey, you do that pretty good, boy.

Where'd you learn?

Out of my pa's book.

Oh. Is he a doctor?

No, a farmer.

But he had this book on first-aid.

'We used to come to these mountains all the time'

'to hunt and fish.'

He'd always have that book on.

He'd have got a big bang out of that fishing you did in Mexico.

Hell, maybe we ought to, uh

take him along with us.

Well..

...he caught a cold here before last

and it turned into pneumonia.

He's dead.

So there's just, uh, you and your ma, huh?

No. Just me.

Old lady peeled out when I was little.

She

she took off with some neighbor fella.

Well, you got a real sweet hand in that deal, didn't you?

Well, my-my uncle and aunt took me.

I've been living there with them.

[sighs]

Listen, there's a couple of farms here

and a campground down below.

I can go see if I can get us something to eat.

Hey!

You know, I don't even know your name, boy.

Oh, it's, it's Jess Orkin.

Hiya, Jess.

- I'm Johnny. - Hi.

'Uh, Jess..'

...it ain't that I don't trust you

but, uh..

...if anybody was to ask you

if you saw anybody who looked like me..

You don't have to worry about it.

Cops probably want me more than they want you, Johnny.

Oh, is that right?

You asked me before why I was running away.

Well, I got into a fight with my cousin.

I hurt him bad.

I'm afraid I might have k*lled him.

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[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]

[knock on door]

[birds chirping]

Hello! Anybody home?

[birds chirping]

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[engine revving]

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What the..

[clattering]

No, that's the only picture of him that we've got.

My boy, Gene, took it the day before Jess wacked him.

Well, Mr. Orkin, this is my partner, Mr. Colby.

- Howdy? - Hello, Mr. Orkin.

Any luck?

Mr. Orkin reported his nephew missing this morning.

His description matches the brakeman's.

You know, I took the boy in when my brother died.

This is the thanks I get.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

I didn't want no thanks.

But I couldn't be with him like..

...like his dad always was.

My wife and me, we, we got six kids of our own.

I'm sorry Jess ran off.

I guess he thought he k*lled Gene.

But Gene's alright now?

He got a head like a block of marble. Like me.

Oh, he, he's alright.

His, his face is swelled up some.

He had it coming. He started it.

Look, you tell Jess nobody's gonna whale him for that

just come on home..

...if you can find him.

Well, we may have a lead on that.

Uh, got a call a few minutes ago

that a farm house in the hills east of Benton

was burglarized late this afternoon.

Thief got away, but the farmer got a good look at him

'and, uh, seems it's the same boy.'

- What was he after? - Food.

Few other items are missing. Antiseptic towels, aspirin.

Mr. Orkin, is, uh, Jess familiar with that country?

You mean, out east of Benton? Oh, yeah.

Him, him and his dad, they hunted all through them hills.

Do you know of any particular campground they might have had?

Well, they always went to the same one.

I wonder if you could come with us and point out the place.

[birds chirping]

No.

No, I-I can't get away. I'm-I'm too busy.

Sure. Let me tell my wife.

[birds chirping]

You know, Jess..

...you got one of the finest qualities a thief can have.

Taste.

How'd you know that was my brand of shaving cream?

[chuckles] I don't know.

Uh, you ever use it?

No. I don't shave.

Oh, come on. You're kidding.

No.

You figure I should?

Well..

I mean, that's up to you.

Here's the razor.

She's all yours.

[chuckles] Well, I want to look right.

Sure. Sure.

How's your arm?

Well, clean antiseptic

and a clean bandage

and a whisky.

Well, I feel like I could go about ten rounds.

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I hereby nominate you, doctor of medical, uh, hocus-pocus.

Caveman Division.

Yeah, you know, they're bad up here.

Next time, you call a valet and tell him we want hot water.

My pa and I used to go to the camp.

They got hot water there.

Oh, is that a fact?

Yeah.

Telephones?

Telephones too.

Doesn't it hurt?

Yeah, sure, it does.

But I don't want it stiffing up on me.

That arm's gotta help take me clear to Mexico.

After I see my friends in Keats.

Are you really going?

[chuckles] Oh.

Absolutely.

And I'm gonna buy me a fishing boat.

And maybe, uh, maybe hire

one of those Mexican girls to cook for me.

And you, uh, do you like the idea?

Well..

Sure, we wouldn't wanna cook for ourselves.

No.

Well, let's eat.

What's that?

Tip for the waiter?

No, that's telephone money.

I want you to do me a favor.

What?

I want you go down to that camp when it gets dark

and look up the number of the family named Schirmer

in Keats.

Now, you call him, but don't tell him

it's from me or who you are.

I just want to find out if they're home

they're old friends of mine, I wanna surprise them.

These friends of yours gonna help us get to Mexico?

That's right.

They'll help us.

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[telephone ringing]

Oh, I'll get it, dear. It's probably for me.

- Hello? - Hello?

- Is-Is this Mrs. Schirmer? - Yes.

Well, um, I was just wondering if you and your husband

were gonna be home tonight.

I'm selling magazines.

Uh, well, yes, we are going to be home

but we're really not interested.

We have too many now.

It's some boy, magazines.

Dear, you don't know how to say no.

We don't want any.

- See? - You're so masterful.

Okay, girls. Come on. Let's go to bed.

Okay.

Not that he comes by anyway.

He won't get anything out of me.

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[man on radio] 'Both sides report no progress'

'in the latest strike negotiation.'

'Meanwhile, in the local news front'

'the search for escaped k*ller John Evans continues.'

'Evans' believed to be in the company'

'of 14-year-old Jess Orkin.'

'He's wanted for the m*rder'

'of Paul Endecott of Wilmington.'

'Evans is armed and extremely dangerous.'

'Any information as to the whereabouts of this man'

'should be reported to the FBI.'

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[man on radio] 'Patrol to campground.'

Campground. Go ahead.

Oh, yeah, yeah. This is it.

You know, me and, me and Jean come out here

with my brother Jess three-four years ago.

There's good hunting up there. It's small game mostly.

'Rabbits, some squirrels but there are some foxes.'

The boy is familiar with those hills?

Well, sure he is.

Jean said that Jess had known every cave

and every abandoned gold mine.

How many of them are there, Mr. Orkin, at a guess?

Oh, couple of hundred.

You think he might be holed up in one?

I think there's a good chance of it.

What do you mean to do?

It'd take forever to check 'em all.

- Lou? - Excuse me.

According to information from the rangers

this has been a very slow season because of draught.

'There are only four parties currently on the grounds.'

'None of them include a 14-year-old boy.'

Draught, huh?

A bad one it seems. Couple of lakes went dry.

There's some water around, but none of it's drinkable.

The only drinking water is in the campground well.

Alright, I want a surveillance on every farm house in the area.

Including the one he robbed,

Tell them we'll stake out the campgrounds

and start a search of the hills at daylight.

Mister, I sure don't wanna tell you your business

but, even with the army searching

you're not gonna find all them caves.

You're a hunter.

How do you go about catching a fox?

Well, I don't just go looking for his cave

I'll tell you that much.

I'll set my traps where he gets his food and his drink.

So do we, Mr. Orkin.

[creaking]

- Jess? - 'Yeah.'

Where are the places you've been, boy?

I'm getting to think you ran out on me.

No.

Did you, uh, make the call?

Yeah.

They'll be home?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, well, it can't be helped.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Yeah, I did. It's uh..

Well, it doesn't matter.

Hey, boy. What's eating you?

Nothing.

Now, come on, come on.

Is your last name Evans?

Now, what'd you do, see a newspaper?

I heard a radio.

Okay, so now you know.

Why'd you have to k*ll that guy?

'Cause he wanted to rob me.

Now, I am not about to apologize, Jess.

He was a thief and a m*rder*r.

He'd have k*lled me if he could.

You mean, it-it was sort of like my cousin and me?

A fight you couldn't back off from.

Same thing.

- Okay. - Good.

Now, about a car.

You ready to go?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Well, there's a road a few miles north.

We can probably hitch a ride there.

Hey, uh..

Uh, Jess, this is...something I've to do alone.

But I'll be back for you in four or five days. Four.

You'll never find this place again.

One of my friends will lend me a car.

And after the sun up, on the fourth day..

...I'll drive back down that same road.

You be there.

I'll pick you up, we head for Mexico.

You got enough food here for a week.

Now, you just sit tight

and you think about that fishing boat, huh?

Okay.

Adios, partner.

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Thanks, buddy.

[engine revving]

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Hello, Jess.

Jess, hey!

It's alright.

- Do you know, Jean's okay? - No!

Yes, Jessie, yes!

You gave me one bold, brute of a headache.

You know, you learnt him a lesson, too.

That one boy who's gonna think twice

before he picks on you again.

We're with the FBI, Jess.

We're looking for John Evans.

I never heard of him.

Jess.

That man come here to rob a family.

He may k*ll 'em all.

Where is he, Jess?

I told you, I don't know any John Evans.

He strangled a man in Wilmington.

'Did he tell you about that?'

And he's k*lled before, too, Jess. There..

There was two other partners that they know of that--

What do you call robbing a man?

Robbing a man?

That guy in Wilmington tried to rob him. Johnny caught him--

No, no, Jess, that man heard that a family around here

kept some money in a wall safe.

Told Evans about it, and Evans k*lled him to keep him quiet.

It-it's all right here in the paper, Jess boy.

Jess, where is he?

Did he mention this family to you?

They were his friends.

Now, use your head, boy.

Evans is an ex-convict.

We have the names and addresses of everyone

he's been close to for the past 15 years.

'If these people were friends of his'

'don't you think we'd already be there?'

They've got two children, we know that much about them.

And we know that Evans has a g*n.

Help us, Jess, tell us where he is.

- He's gone. - Where?

Keats.

He had me call 'em to see if they were gonna be home.

And were they?

What's their name?

Schirmer.

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No answer.

Alert the local agents.

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- Hey, what's going-- - 'Hold it!'

Close the door.

Over there.

'Open it.'

But there's nothing in there except blueprints.

I said, "Open it."

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Unit Two to Camp Grounds.

Camp Grounds. Go ahead.

Inspector, the house appears quiet.

No light except in a rear room. Might be a den.

Well, check it thoroughly.

If Evans is in there..

...use your own judgment.

Yes, sir. Too clear.

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- Empty it. - It is empty.

This is what I use it, for my drawings.

I'm an architect.

Drop the g*n, Evans. FBI.

Alex?

Freeze, lady!

Over by the window.

Move!

You outside, back off.

[groans]

Anybody make one wrong move..

...it's the end of her.

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Where are your car keys?

In the hall.

Please!

Don't hurt her.

That'll be up to you, buddy.

And you!

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Carl, he's got the woman with him.

'He's coming out the front door.'

'Let him go.'

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- You drive? - Yes.

- Get in! - It's locked.

Open it!

[keys jingling]

[g*nf*re]

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[g*nf*re]

Unit Two to Camp Ground.

Camp Ground. Go ahead.

'Evans was here.'

'He was shot and disarmed.'

'Family is unhurt.'

Thank you. Camp Ground clear.

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- Well, Jess, hello. - Ah.

Mr. Orkin.

Oh, we called downtown, inspector

but they told us that he was out here with Evans.

Is he alright?

He will be.

He's going up to surgery in a few minutes.

Oh, we don't want to bother you now, Mr. Erskine.

But, uh..

Jess here, he want's thank you for what you've done for him.

Jess, you realize you'll still have to face charges

for breaking and entering.

Yes, sir.

[mellow music]

Well, hi, Jess.

Were you gonna come back for me?

Boy, you kiddin'.

[male narrator] John Graham Evans was found guilty

of the m*rder of Paul Endecott and sentenced to death.

Because Jess Orkin had no prior arrest record

the state charges against him were dismissed

and he was released to the custody of his uncle.

[theme music]

[music continues]