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NARRATOR: Four words,
best known by
three initials, FBI.

Letters that spell out
the internal security
of a nation.

Behind those doors,
your guardians.

At their command,
the most advanced and complete

scientific assistance
known to man.

But often more important
than science

is the intelligence,
the imagination
of the individual agent.

The FBI man.

The FBI man with his special
knowledge of human weakness

and his ability to probe
that weakness

and thus trap the criminal
into his own betrayal.

On highway 91,
heading into California...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Fill 'er up?
Ethyl?

(WHISPERING) Operator?
This is Ben,
at the gas station.

I want you to call the FBI.

Tell them I'm putting gas
into Joe Walpo's car.

Joe Walpo!

(DOOR OPENING)
His license number...

(TREMBLING VOICE)
Okay, Mom.
I'll see you later.

Bye, Mom.

Ah.

I was just calling...

(GUNSHOT)

NARRATOR: Within a half hour
of the brutal slaying at
the gas station,

the FBI had alerted each
of its 49 field offices.

Special instructions were sent
to one office in particular.

Los Angeles, California.

The urgent alert on Joe Walpo
becomes one of many cases

that daily crosses
the busy desk of Frank Pace,
the special agent in charge.

His job? To direct and
coordinate the complex work
in the field offices.

Here, the case is
evaluated and analyzed
with the care of experience.

Then, it is given to
Agent John Ripley,

the superintendent in charge
of the criminal desk.

His job? To supervise
the investigation of
all criminal cases

handled by
the special agents
in the office.

Now, look, Vince.
We're gonna crack this case,
with or without your help.

I'm gonna ask
you once more.
Come on, let's go.

We'll be late.
Angelino!

Maybe the car thieves
you work for
won't mind you

sitting in San Quentin
three to five years.

But you've got a wife.
Look, I know.
I know I've got a wife.

Okay, I'm finished
with him.

How'd you make out
with Angelino?
I didn't.

Still afraid
to talk, huh?

Oh. This just came in
from Washington.

Hmm. I'll get
right on it.

Rip, call Martha for me
and tell her I won't
be home for dinner.

Yeah, sure.

NARRATOR: Although
Agent Stewart has been
assigned the Walpo case,

he still continues
to investigate
the Angelino file.

Like all agents of the FBI,
Stewart handles

several unrelated cases
at the same time.

Working that night on
his two active cases,

he brought himself up to date
on Joe Walpo's long record

of hijacking, bank robbery,
and murder.

And as he
re-analyzed the history

of interstate car thefts
involving the Angelino boy,

ten miles away, in a quiet
residential neighborhood,

a telephone operator
plugged in his third case.

(RINGING)

Hello?

Hello?

MAN: (DISTORTED VOICE)
Mrs. Martell?
Yes?

You've got a little
girl named Vicki.

Who is this?
You wouldn't want anything
to happen to her.

Would you, Mrs. Martell?

What do you want?

You just listen.

I want that 10,000
insurance money
your husband left you.

Why, you're insane.
You must be out of your mind!
Shut up.

I said you just listen
if you want to keep
that kid alive.

I want that money.

I'll tell you later
how, when, and where
to take it.

Yeah, Mrs. Martell.

Just a word of advice,

don't tell anyone
about this call,

or I'll kill
your little girl.

(HANGING UP)

Operator?

Mommy! Mommy!

Yes, baby?

Yes?

It's all right.
I had a dream.

Now go back to sleep.

Are you going to bed?
In a little while.

Go to sleep.

(DOLL SQUEAKING)

(PERSON WHISTLING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Stewart speaking.

I got a phone call
a few minutes ago.

Take your time.

A man said he'd kill
my little girl if I didn't
give him my insurance money.

May I have your
name, please, and
your address?

(SIGHING)

Mrs. Catherine Martell.

1157 Samson.

Phone number,
Mrs. Martell?

(STAMMERING)
It's Dunkirk 2-1199.

He warned me not to call
anyone, except...
You did the right thing.

Where can I see you
in the morning?

Can't you come tonight?

It wouldn't be advisable, Mrs. Martell.

Besides, there's no need
to worry tonight.

Well, you can come
to my office.

I'm a buyer
Ohrbach's.

Fine, I'll be
there at 9:00.

Will you make out a list of
everyone you know and everyone
you have dealings with?

Yes, I will.

Mrs. Martell? I assure you
we will be doing everything
we can to help you.

Thank you, Mr. Stewart.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mrs. Martell?

Oh, yes.
I'm Zack Stewart, the agent
you talked to last night.

Thank you very much
for coming.

Sit down, please.
Thank you.

It was all
so frightening.

I know, I have a couple
of youngsters myself.

The voice on the phone,
Mrs. Martell. Did it tell you
anything about the person?

You know, young or old,
man or woman?

No. No, but I'm sure
it was disguised.
It sounded so peculiar.

I keep asking myself,
"Who?" All night long,
I kept saying, "Who?"

Who would want
to do such a thing?
You spoke of insurance money.

Yes, my husband's.

He was killed in
an automobile accident.
He left me $10,000.

Could be anyone
that knows about it.

An acquaintance,
even a repairman
or delivery boy.

You have that list
I asked you for?
Yes.

You've included everyone?
Family, friends, could be
someone close to you.

Oh, no!

No.
You must include
everyone, Mrs. Martell.

Have the materials I ordered
come in yet, Kate?
You know I was promised.

All right, Henry,
you'll get them tomorrow.
HENRY: Tomorrow?

You said tomorrow
two days ago!
Please, Henry, I'm busy.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

(DOOR CLOSING)

This isn't like me,
going to pieces like this.

But every time
the phone rings, I jump.

This not knowing when
he's going to call again.

That's the pattern of
extortion, Mrs. Martell,

to frighten you
to the point you'll
do whatever he wants.

But we won't let him.

I know, I know. You sat
on the edge of your bed
and watched her all night.

I did that once
when my little boy
had scarlet fever.

I'll be all right.
Sure you will.

But for your own peace
of mind, we've placed your
house under surveillance.

NARRATOR: Without disturbing
the normal routine
of the neighborhood,

Agent Stewart arranged
the procurement of
identification on every person

entering or leaving
Kate Martell's apartment.

Agent Stewart received
Mrs. Martall's permission
to intercept

every telephone message.

He supervised preparations
to take down the next call
from the extortionist

word for word.

Meanwhile, Agent Stewart's
attention was required
by his two other cases.

"To all agents.

"Firearm shoot has been
arranged for September 30th."
(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Too fast for you?
Ripley speaking.

I'd like to speak
to Agent Stewart.

He's not in right now.
Can I help you?

No, I want to speak to him
personally because,

well, it's about
one of his cases.

Well, he'll be back
pretty soon.
Can he call you?

No.

And I can't come
to your office.

Can he come here?

Your name, please.

Your name, please.

Brenda Ralles.

Can he come here
about 11:00 tonight?

11:00? Couldn't you make
it a little bit earlier?

Brenda Ralles.

No, not before 11:00.

I'll be alone then.

What's your address?

1210 North Drexel.

1210 North Drexel.

All right, we'll see you
tonight, Miss Ralles.

Hello, Zack.
Hi, Rip.

10:56.
That's close
enough, let's go.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Miss Brenda Ralles?

I'm Special Agent
Ripley. This is...
No, please go away.

We have an appointment with
Brenda Ralles at this address.
No.

(DOOR CLOSING)

RIPLEY: May I come in, please?
BRENDA: No, leave me alone.

(GUN FIRING)

What happened?

I'm with the FBI.
Keep everybody
out of the alley.

Yes, sir.

Who was with you
a few minutes ago?

Operator, get me
the police emergency.

Who was it,
Miss Ralles?

This is Ripley, FBI. An a
gent was killed in an alley
back of 1210 North Drexel.

Right.

NARRATOR: The murder
of Agent Stewart

fell under
the immediate jurisdiction
of the local police.

Accordingly, Brenda Ralles
was removed to headquarters

where Lieutenant Kuppol
of homicide
was unable to pierce

the armor of fear
left by the killer.

Come on, come on,
Miss Ralles.

(SOBBING)

How much longer do you think
you can try our patience?

(SOBBING)

(SIGHING)

Her condition, our best bet
is to take her home
and let her get some sleep.

Make her think we've
finished with her while we
tail her on the clock.

Frank,

We'll sweat at this
as if Zack had been
one of our men.

Fine, Jake.

This was his night
with his kids, too.

Rip?

Yes, sir?

That girl in there,
she called about
one of Zack's cases.

But which one?

There's Walpo,
Martell, and, uh...

Angelino.

One of them ties in
with Zack's murder.

The sooner all three cases
are concluded, the sooner
we'll know his killer.

I'm turning over those
three cases to you.

Let's call it a night.
Come on.

NARRATOR: By morning,
Agent Ripley had
thoroughly analyzed

all three of
Zack Stewart's cases.

One of them held a clue
to his killer.

The first to be investigated
was the Joe Walpo case,

in which Agent Stewart
had been trying to develop
a lead to the fugitive

through his girlfriend,
Connie Anderson.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(LOWERING VOLUME)

FBI.

Okay, you're in.

Bar's over there.
Help yourself.

Thanks.

You Boy Scouts
got names?

Yes, I'm Ripley
and this is Mr. Barker.

I suppose it's
about Joe Walpo.
BARKER: That's right.

So why don't you ask
the bloodhound who
was here yesterday?

He was killed
last night.

CONNIE: That's tough.

Do you mind if
I put something on?

I don't like men
starting at me
before lunch.

CONNIE: I don't care
for the eyes. Or have you
gotten that far?

Who killed your pal?

RIPLEY: We thought you
could help us on that.

(LAUGHING) Me,
help you? That'd be
good for a laugh.

CONNIE: What time
was he killed?

11:00.
CONNIE: That lets me off.

I was at the stadium,
rooting for Gonzalez.

Poor slob got knocked out
in the last round.

And I was sitting at my
usual Wednesday night seat,
row 10, aisle B.

Everybody there saw me.

You can't pin
anything on me.

And now that
business is over,

maybe we can get
a little informal.

Yeah, let's talk
about Walpo.

Look, Buster, to begin with,
you're supposed to phone up!

I was nice enough
to let you in.

Like I told that guy
yesterday, Joe Walpo's
only a name to me.

So go on and beat it! There's
a lot I'd rather do than
waste my time talking to you.

Walpo put your name
on the prison's records
to notify in case of illness.

So what?

He gives you presents.
CONNIE: All right.

Maybe you're the type.

You'd understand.

Try me.

You said he
gave me presents.
Well, sure, he did.

I knew where the presents were
coming from and I didn't want
to stop him or his presents.

You know why?
Why?

(STOPPING MUSIC)

You're a kid living in
a five-buck hall closet
with a straw mattress.

And a guy like Joe Walpo
looks at you.

You fall hard.

You think it'll last forever,
like one of them watches
you don't have to wind.

Oh, Buster.

I sure done
a lot of winding.

Phone us when you hear
from Walpo, will you?

Sure.
Thanks.

For what?
Oh, uh...

One more question,
Miss Anderson.

Yeah?

Who is Brenda Ralles?

I never watch
those quiz shows.

You don't
know her?
Nope.

NARRATOR: The second of
Agent Stewart's cases revolved
around Vince Angelino,

the boy who chose to go
to the federal penitentiary

rather than reveal the names
of the car-stealing gang
who hired him.

Pizza?
Lasagna.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

NARRATOR: Agent Stewart had
been trying to get to Angelino
through his wife, Julie.

Mrs. Angelino?
Yes?

We're from the FBI.
We'd like to talk to you.
Come in.

I'm Mr. Barker,
this is Mr. Ripley.

Hello.
How do you do?

Would you
come inside?

Thank you.
Thank you.

I understand one
of our agents talked
to you yesterday.

Yes, Mr. Stewart did.

Won't you sit down?

Mr. Stewart was
killed last night.
Killed?

Not because
of my husband?

We don't know yet.
That's why we'd like
to have your help.

We'd like to have you
recall your conversation
with him, if you can.

He was so,
so understanding.

I'm so sorry
to hear it.

Did he have
a family?

A wife and two kids.

Poor woman.

I'll tell you just
what I told him.

My husband didn't
steal the car.

I think you must have told
him a little bit more
than that, Mrs. Angelino.

I've gone over it
again and again,

hoping that I would find
something that would
prove he's innocent.

That night,
when it happened,

Vince was nervous.

Worried.

So many bills to pay,
and out of his job.

He thought he would
sleep better if he
got some fresh air.

He walked down
to the drugstore.

You probably don't
care about small
things like that.

That's where you're wrong.
Any small detail
will help us.

Well, a little later,
Mrs. Tellini knocked
on the door.

She has a phone.

Vince had called her
to tell me he met a
man at the drugstore.

The man had offered
him $50 to drive
a car to Las Vegas.

What man,
what was his name?

Mr. Stewart
asked me that.

If Vince had told me
anything about the man,

what he looked like,

or his name or anything.

And I told him, "No,
Vince had never heard
of him before he called."

When you talked
to Mr. Stewart,

did he say anything that might
lead you to think that he had
a clue to the man's identity?

No. I don't
remember anything.

But I keep praying
that you find the man.

Because when you do,
it will prove that
Vince was innocent.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Dear, I didn't think!

The sun must be right
in your eyes.

Sorry. It was very
inconsiderate of me.

How long have you been
blind, Mrs. Angelino?

Since I was 14.

Must be kinda difficult
here all by yourself.

(CHUCKLING) No.
It's just this waiting
for Vince to come back.

Thank you for
your cooperation.

Do you know
a woman by the name
of Brenda Ralles?

Brenda Ralles?
No, I'm sure I don't.

Thank you.
Good-bye.

Mr. Ripley?
Yes?

Please be careful.

If somebody killed
Mr. Stewart because he
came here and talked to me,

then you could
be in danger.

Well, thank you
very much, Mrs. Angelino.
I'll be careful.

Good-bye.

NARRATOR: Agent Stewart's
third case dealt with
the target of an extortionist.

Mrs. Martell?

Are you Mr. Ripley?
That's right.

I was stunned when
I heard about
Mr. Stewart's death.

You don't believe it had
anything to do with...
Oh, we don't know yet.

I hope the fish and chips
are as good
as they used to be.

Now go on and
enjoy your lunch, will you?
Thank you.

That list you
gave Mr. Stewart.

You sure you didn't leave
anybody off of it?

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

What's the matter?
Is somebody coming?

Yes, and he'll
probably want
to join us.

All right.
Relax now,
just take it easy.

Kate! Well, well,
Small World Department!

Hello, Dave.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean
to butt in.

Oh, that's all right.
My name is Ripley.

Millson. Dave Millson.

I was just talking over
my new fall line
with Mrs. Martell here.

You can join us,
that is, if you're
not a competitor.

(LAUGHING) Me?

I can't tell a hem
from a gusset,
whatever a gusset is.

Dave is a friend
of the family.

Yep, good old Dave,
friend of the family!
That's me.

Well, I won't horn in.
I hope you make
a sale, Mr. Ripley.

Thanks very much.
So long, Kate.

So long, Dave.

Dave Millson,
real estate broker, bachelor,
friend of your husband.

You must have
memorized the list.

By the way,

do you now a girl
by the name of
Brenda Ralles?

Brenda Ralles?

No, I don't
believe I know her.

Oh, I didn't. I tell you
, I didn't! Look, I'll
meet you in half an hour.

NARRATOR: Three cases,
one murder,

and Agent Ripley had yet
to link Brenda Ralles
to one of these cases,

which were
within his jurisdiction.

Therefore, the girl,
the principal lead to
the murder of Agent Stewart,

was still under
the surveillance
of the police department.

This is the
latest in two-way
stretching.

I'd like to
try it on.

Surely.
The dressing rooms
are right over there.

Yes, I know.

May I
help you, sir?

Uh, yeah.
Give me one of those.

What size does
your wife wear?

It's not for my wife.

Oh?

Uh, say, is there
another exit to that
dressing room over there?

Yes, there's
a back stairway.

It's a great place
to lose her,
in a girdle department.

You didn't stop to
try one on, did you?
You could use one.

Look, Jake,
I lost her in
a dressing room.

Suddenly he
gets modest.

I'll talk to you later.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Rip.
Grant's really
a good man.

Yeah, great.

Get me Harrison.

If you need any
more men, I...
It's all right.

Harry, how many men
you got out on Ralles?

HARRISON: (ON PHONE) Six cars.

That's not enough.
What are you saving up for?
An earthquake?

Look, I want the all
points, hot and heavy.
Now get on it!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUING)

I'm coming. I'm coming.
Just a minute.

I'll take that,
Mrs. Downes.
Hello?

VICKI: Mommy!

Who?

Wrong number.

VICKI: Mommy!

Yes, baby?

Look!

Well, what is it?

It's a picture of you.

Oh! Well, it looks
just like me.

But it isn't
finished yet.

Oh, so it isn't.

I tell you what,
you finish it while Mommy
gets ready for dinner, huh?

Uncle Max,
I asked you to knock.

You'd think I was
a stranger, instead of
a member of the family.

What is it now?

That old hag
you call a housekeeper...

What about her?

You should get rid of her,
Katherine. You know, me and
Vicki were doing all right...

Vicki's a little girl.
She needs a
woman's attention.

The way she bosses the house
when you're not around,
treats me like an outsider...

Look, Uncle Max,
I work hard all day long,
I need Mrs. Downes.

Wasting Bill's insurance
money that way.

But at least I'm not
wasting it on horses.

Does that bother you?

Never seemed
to bother Bill.

You needn't set a place
for me tonight. I know
when I'm not welcome.

Mrs. Downes? Mrs. Downes?

If Uncle Max ever wants to
take Vicki somewhere when
I'm not at home,

anyplace,

she's not to go.

You understand?

I understand.

And so the little princess
lived happily ever after.

Now you go to sleep and
I'll see you tomorrow morning
at breakfast. All right?

Good night.
(KISSING)

(KNOCKING)

Who is it?

DAVE: It's Dave.

Am I early?
Well, you better hurry up
and get dressed.

Honey, anything
goes tonight.
You name it.

The Coconut Grove, a show,
the Palladium, Ocean Park,

or we can stay right here,
make popcorn and hold hands.

I'm sorry Dave,
I completely forgot
about our date.

Oh?

It's been one of
those days. I feel
kind of low.

Well, all the more reason
I should stick around
and cheer you up.

Well, Dave, I...
I just wouldn't be
good company.

Now you don't have
to do a thing.

I'll pop the corn,
show you my
best card trick...

Can I take
a rain check?

I'm a great
little cheerer-upper!

Please, Dave.

Okay.

But, before I go,
let me tell you the news.

I sold a house in Brentwood.
Biggest deal so far.

That's fine, Dave.
That's just fine.

Well, aren't you going to
congratulate me?

(POPCORN CLATTERING ON FLOOR)

I'd have rather you
fought me off, Katie.

Anything but
you just standing there.

That's all right.
Mrs. Downes will
clean it up.

You're really sore,
aren't you?

Let's say I won't be
if you go now.

(CHUCKLING)

And let's say I just
had one too many.

Let's say that,
and all is forgiven.

Nice going, Katie.

You break the date,
and I have to be
the one who's forgiven.

Dave, I...

Good evening, Kate.
Oh, hello Alex. Come in.

Anything wrong?
No. No.

You just surprised me,
that's all.

Martha told me to return
the sugar she borrowed.

Oh, thanks, but she
needn't have bothered you.

This is something wrong,
isn't there?

I had another argument
with Uncle Max.

I know, Kate.

I realize he's an old man, and
he did help us get started,
bought us furniture.

Has he ever
let you forget it?

If only he'd
stop complaining.

He's got his health,
makes enough money
to lose on the horses.

Let him find
some other place
to live.

I don't know, I...
I suppose you're right.

See? I'm the kind of man
who can work out everybody's
problems except his own.

Well, I better get back.
Martha's got one of her
crying spells again,

only worse.
Keeps telling me to
ask for a raise.

(SCOFFS) A raise.
A lot she knows.

A bookkeeper my age
can only ask for so much.

That's true, Alex.

Hm. We'll be seeing you,
Kate. Oh, by the way,
I know a good stock.

Oh, thanks Alex,
but I think I'll keep
the money in the bank.

That's the safest thing.
Good night, Kate.

Good night, Alex.

(LID CRASHING)

This is everything
she owned, Jake.

Didn't find a photograph,
a letter, nothing.
She played it solo.

Say, we're all finished
with you, Mr. Werker.

Oh, I thought I'd wait
around for the reporters
and the photographers.

They may want to
take my picture.

The Chronicle's down the street two blocks.

That was an awful shock,
you know, finding her body.
I'm not a well man.

I fell off a roof once,
and all my insides got
shoved up two inches.

My stomach's up against
my liver, my liver's
up against my gall bladder,

my gall bladder's between
my stomach and my lungs.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Besides which,
got a bad heart.

Yeah?

You think they'd want
to take my picture?

After all, a sick man
like me finding
that girl, huh?

I'd certainly
think so.

Thanks George.

You ought to see my x-rays.
Doctor says he doesn't
know why I'm alive.

Yeah.

That was ballistics.

The bullet they took from
Brenda Ralles was fired
from a .357 Magnum,

the same gun
that killed Zack.

NARRATOR: Three cases,
two murders,

and the only known killer
connected to those cases
was Joe Walpo.

Miss Anderson was placed
under an around-the-clock
surveillance.

And even in the seclusion
of her own apartment,

when her actions could
only be surmised,

every move she made
was of possible significance.

The wastepaper from
Miss Anderson's apartment

was segregated
and picked up daily.

The FBI wanted that piece
of gift wrapping.

It was forwarded
to Washington.

Skilled technicians
took it in charge.

They unearthed
a single fingerprint,
Joe Walpo's.

Another clue was hidden
in the watermark.

The FBI has 17,000
watermarks on file.

Each one is the signature
of the manufacturer.

The gift wrapping bore
the imprint of the
Northco Paper Company,

a small plant devoted
exclusively to gift wrappings.

At the Northco plant,
an agent questioned
the superintendent.

This paper was rolled
sometime between
September 1st and 12th.

How can you tell?
From the watermark.

Can you tell me where you
sold this particular roll?
Sure thing. Excuse me.

NARRATOR: The search
for Joe Walpo
by scientific analysis

was but one method
being employed by the FBI.

At the same time'
Agents Ripley and Barker

undertook to reach
the fugitive
through another method,

their precise understanding
of human emotions
and weaknesses.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Well, if it isn't
Buster again.

I was beginning
to feel neglected.

I'm alone,
Rover-boy,

Now, if only
you were.

Have a drink?
No thanks.

Make yourself
comfortable.

Thank you.

Look, let's save time.

I don't know any more
about your Walpo
than I did before.

We didn't say you did.

As a matter of fact,
we owe you an apology.

Come again?

You see, we were going along
on the theory that you're
still Walpo's girlfriend.

We were wrong.
A couple of things
had us fooled.

One, you never went out
with other men in this town.

Well, who told you that?

RIPLEY: We figured you
were afraid Walpo
would find out about it.

I go out.
I go out plenty.

He still sends you presents.

CONNIE: Why not?

Joe doesn't forget
an old friend.

An old friend?

No...

No, that's right,
he doesn't.

CONNIE: What do you
think you're doing?

You know, it's funny
how a man's taste
changes with time.

This was a girl who was
questioned in Denver
a couple of days ago.

What am I supposed to do,
break out in a rash?

No. I just thought maybe
you were still interested
in Joe's activities.

That's all right.
Here. Take a look.

She's cafe society.

That's funny.
I always thought
Joe liked blondes.

You can paste her
on your wall.
She's not my type.

Oh?

Would you like to hear
something very interesting?

(PHONOGRAPH NEEDLE
DROPPING INTO GROOVE)

MAN: (ON PHONOGRAPH)
This is an official
transcription of an interview

with Miss Barbara Carmichael
recorded in the Federal
Building in Denver, Colorado.

Do you mind?

Anything for a laugh.

MAN: (ON PHONOGRAPH)
Thank you for coming here
voluntarily, Miss Carmichael.

We appreciate it.

WOMAN: (ON PHONOGRAPH)
Not at all.

MAN: State your full name
and address, please.

WOMAN: Barbara Carmichael.
112 Westview Drive.

MAN: Do you live alone
at that address?

WOMAN: Yes,
ever since college.

MAN: I'll show you
a photograph of Joe Walpo,
Miss Carmichael.

Can you identify it?

WOMAN: Of course,
only I knew him under
the name of Joe Allen.

Since then I've discovered
who he really was.

MAN: How did you
come to meet him?

WOMAN: Oh,
at one nightclub or another.
We became very good friends.

MAN: For how long?

WOMAN: Two or three months.

MAN: During that time,
he was your houseguest?

WOMAN: You might
call it that.

Turn that thing off!
MAN: Miss Carmichael...

You heard me, turn it off! MAN: I'll show you a dated
bill for a topaz necklace.

You dirty creeps.
I wish you were both dead.

Turn it off!

MAN: When did you last
see him, Miss Carmichael?

(PHONOGRAPH SWITCHING OFF)

Yeah, Connie,

when was the last time
you saw Walpo?

When was the last time
you saw any man?

Get out, you lousy crumbs.
Get out of here!

(SHATTERING)

This is Perry,
report to Ripley we're
following subject on freeway,

heading towards
Civic Center.

(HORN HONKING)

Yes, yes, it's
very well made.

Let me demonstrate in a crowd.
Any ordinary crowd will do.

I'm sorry,
I didn't know you
were busy.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.
Mr. Hogarth, meet
Agent Barker.

An honor and a
privilege, Mr. Barker.

Yes. Mr. Hogarth
invented this...
This... Well, this.

Works on the same principle
as a Geiger counter
only it finds spies,

and when it does,
this light, this one
right here, lights up.

Yes, yes, even people
I never suspected.

My wife's mother.
My next door neighbor.

The man who came to
see me about my taxes.

I get a light on all of them.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Income tax man, huh?
That's very interesting.

Ripley speaking.

I think it's working, Rip.

We tailed her to
the subway terminal

where she's just boarded
the Number 3 Interurban.

Fine. We'll pick
you up en route.

Mr. Hogarth, I'm sorry.
We're going to have to run.

Now you take that to
the patent office.

They'll give you all
the information you need.

I think it's wonderful.
I wish we had one.

We're following
north on Glendale,
now passing Oak.

We'll pick you up at
Court Street.
You drop off there.

NARRATOR: End of the line.

An isolated path in
the outermost suburbs
of a sprawling city.

(KNOCKING)

CONNIE: Joe?
It's Connie.

(KNOCKING)

It's Connie, Joe.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you, Joe.

I told you I'd let you
know when you were
supposed to come.

Nobody followed
me here.
I'm sure of it.

I couldn't
wait any longer.

Aren't you glad
to see me?

I'll let you know.

Joe, remember me?
Connie?

That was a dumb
trick, coming here.

I know.

But it's been
a long time, Joe.

(HISSING)

What's that?

(SCREAMING)

Let me go!
Let go of me!

FBI, Walpo.
Come out with
your hands up.

(GUNSHOT)

No!

(SOBBING) Oh, Joe!

Oh, Joe.

Don't touch me.

NARRATOR: Joe Walpo's
file was closed.

It's ugly record listed
a score of known crimes.

But the FBI proved that
on the night of
Agent Stewart's murder,

Walpo was in Las Vegas.

This narrowed the search
for his killer down to

the cases involving
Vince Angelino
and Kate Martell.

(RINGING)

Hello?

MAN: (DISTORTED VOICE)
Hello, Mrs. Martell.

Been waiting to
hear from me?

What do you want me to do?

Okay. Get the money
in small bills. Nothing
bigger than twenties.

Take it to
the Hillview Cemetery.

Cemetery?

MAN: Arrive there
at exactly 12:00.

Park 100 yards from
the entrance.

I'll be watching you.

Yes.

Then go in the cemetery
and take the path
to the right.

It leads to the
Williams mausoleum.

Wait there five minutes,
then return to your car.

Where do you want me
to put the money?

I'll contact you.
And listen, bring your kid.

Oh, no.

And leave her in the car
while you're waiting
at the mausoleum.

I couldn't do that.

Nothing will happen to her
if you play ball.

You're not afraid
of cemeteries, are you?

MAN: You will be
if you call the police.

(HANGING UP)

No mother can be
expected to do
what he asks.

Leave a child alone
in a car at midnight?

I can't do it.
No mother could.

Tell me something.

What?

Do they make
these things up for
children's clothes too?

Well, yes.

Why don't you borrow
one from the store,

wrap it in a blanket.
It's going to be dark.

Well, he might be watching
the apartment when I leave.

It's a possibility.

But if you're carrying
something in a blanket
at night...

I'm afraid I'm
going to crack up
tonight, Mr. Ripley.

I'll bet you another
lunch you don't.

(RINGING)

WOMAN: Don't answer it.

Hello?

Hello?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello.

(HANGING UP)

Line busy, honey?

Oh, it's...
It's all right.

Now remember
what I told you.

Don't answer the phone
and don't open the
door for anyone.

No, I won't. But what
about the old man?
He has a key.

Well, I'll be home
long before Uncle Max.

Oh, well, that's fine'
honey. You run along and
have yourself a good time.

You can depend on...
Well, what on Earth?

Well, I'll explain later.
Be an angel
and don't ask questions.

And we sure and bolt
the door after me.

Kate!

Where are you going at
this time of night?

I'll be right back.

Can I be of help?
No thanks, I can manage.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUING)

(CLOCK STRIKING)

(STRIKING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

(RUSTLING)

Five minutes have elapsed.
Victim should be
returning to car.

You take it.
All right.

Pardon me, miss.

Can you tell me where
Logan Boulevard comes
in around here?

No, I can't.

Maybe you know where
Fordham Boulevard is?

No, I...
I don't know.

Hey, it's kind of late
for a pretty little girl

like you to be running
around all alone, isn't it?

Maybe I can give
you a lift someplace.

I'm waiting for a friend.

Maybe I'm that friend
you're waiting for.

Are you?
Well, sure.

Look, honey, supposing you
and I go out someplace,

and have a couple of
drinks, some laughs...

(KATE SOBBING)

Look, lady, I was
only kidding, I didn't
mean anything by it...

It's all right,
Mrs. Martell.

(SOBBING CONTINUING )

He never showed up.

(SOBBING)
He never showed up.

He didn't intend to.

That's the
extortionist's pattern,
to terrorize you.

Come on.

Come on,
I'll drive you home.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(KNOCKING)

Mrs. Angelino?
Yes?

I've got a
message for you.

I'm a friend of
your husband.

A friend of Vince?

Oh, please come in.

Come in.
You first.

What do you
hear from Vince?

He's fine,
he wrote me yesterday.

You have a
message for me?
Could I see the letter?

Mrs. Tellini has it.
I'll get it.
Never mind.

Just tell me
what was in it.

The usual.

He's feeling fine.
He helps in the library.

Yeah, yeah, what else
did he say?

You said you had
a message for me.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Why did you
lock the door?

These letters you're
writing Vince.
They're no good for him.

They may start
him thinking. He may
think too much.

And if he does,
I'll shove a knife
in his back.

Help me up,
will you please?

I feel...
What's the matter?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, I can't see.
(KNOCKING)

Don't you say a word.

WOMAN: Julie,
are you home?

About those letters.

I don't like what
you put in them.

I'll write what I want!

I don't go for this blind
stuff. To me you're
just another broad.

Now, you're gonna
do what I tell you.
No!

(SLAPPING)

I've warned you!
(SLAPPING)

All right.

You quit filling Vince
with all that rubbish,

or the next time I'll
really work you over!

Do you think that you
could possibly describe
him to us in some way?

He was tall, about 6'2",
and weighed around 195.

How do you know that?

Um... I could tell his height
by where his voice came from
when I stood close to him.

And that board in front
of my door squeaks
at 160 and gets louder.

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

A hundred and...eighty.

Your scales are off
four pounds.

Do you think you could
guess his age?

Oh, about 35.

Anything else?

Yes, he had a deep scar
on his right cheek.

And his hair was greasy
and cut very short.

He was wearing a tweed
sport coat that must
have cost a lot.

I smelled it...
And I felt it, too.

And another thing.
I think he is a fighter.

Why do you say that?

His left ear was...

You know...
Oh, cauliflowered.

Yes.
Well, that should
do us. Thank you.

Mrs. Angelino, we oughta
find a place for you
in our office.

You're gonna stay
with Mrs. Tellini
tonight, aren't you?

Well, if you say so.

But don't be afraid.
I'm not.

Goodbye.

He's about 35, 6'2".

Weighs around 195 pounds,
got a butch haircut.

Scar on his right cheek and
his left ear is cauliflowered.

Might be in your racket.
I don't
know him.

I don't know him, either.

He goes in for fancy
clothes, sometimes wears
a tweed sport coat.

Oh yeah, and he
cuts his hair short.

Sorry, champ,
doesn't ring a bell.

He weighs
about 195 pounds,
stands 6'2".

He's got a scar on
his right cheek and a
cauliflowered left ear.

Yeah, I know the guy.

He used to fight for Lynn's
a couple of years ago.

Wouldn't train,
so I dropped him.

What's his name?

You offering a reward?

Nah.

Too bad.

Nothing like a reward to
encourage good citizenship.

Thanks for the
lesson in civics.
What's his name?

Just kidding.

Oh.

His name's
Matty Pavelich.

Used to live at
1701 Prather Street,
apartment 3.

Thanks.

Look, I know my rights.
You can't go picking up
a guy for no reason.

You didn't pay Angelino
fifty dollars to drive a car,
a car that was stolen?

Ah, go fry an egg.

I told you, no. What is
this, a frame? Who's
this Angelino guy?

What would I be
doing with stolen cars?
My nose is clean.

Keep me here much
longer and a lawyer

will slap a sweet
lawsuit against you
guys for false arrest.

We haven't arrested you,
Mr. Pavelich. We just wanted
to ask you some questions.

Okay, okay, so you questioned
me. I don't know nothing
from nothing, now...

Do you know why you've been
brought here, Mr. Angelino?

No.

PACE: Speak up, son.
You have nothing
to be afraid of.

I want you to take a good look
at that fellow right over
there and tell us who he is.

Go on, walk right up to him.

Don't be afraid.

I never saw him
in my life.

Okay, you guys
satisfied?

Your frame didn't work.
Now let me out of here!

The kid don't know me
and I don't know him.

He paid you to drive a stolen
car and he's a member of a
gang that's been hustling

hot cars across the state line
only you didn't know,
isn't that the truth?

No, I never
saw him before.

Okay, take him back up.

Come on.

Okay, you got nothing
on me, can I go?

No, the LA police want to
talk to you about that gal
you beat up the other night.

You're crazy, what gal?

Turned out to be pretty
serious, Pavelich.
Medical reports show

two fractured ribs, a possible
ruptured spleen and multiple
bruises on the face.

Jake Kuppol doesn't like
assault and battery.

You're in a real jam,
Pavelich. She identified you.

Well, you're crazy,
she couldn't, she's...

Blind.

What?

Yeah, she's blind.

What did you do
to my wife, huh?

(YELLING)
What did you
do to my wife?

(YELLING)
Huh? I'll kill him!
I'll kill him!

(STRUGGLING)
All right.

All right, take
it easy, kid.
Take it easy.

PACE: Angelino.

Do you want to make
a statement?

You bet I do.

(SCREAMING)
You bet I do!

All right, Greg,
take him out of here.

Come on.

That kid don't know
what he's talking about.

I'll admit nothing.
This is a frame up.
You guys don't scare me.

Let's get back
to you, Pavelich.

What about
Thursday night?

Thursday night?

What do you mean,
Thursday night?

Look, you guys
don't scare me.

Where were you
Thursday night?

Thursday night again.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We're talking about you.
One of our men was
killed Thursday night.

Where were you Thursday?

I... I didn't
kill no fed.

I wasn't even in
California on Thursday.

I was in Arizona,
shovin' hot cars.

Look, I swear I was.

I was in Arizona on a job.
I've got five witnesses
to prove it.

Sit down.

Hey.

Do I have to go back?

We'll talk about that after
you've made your statement.

In there.

Julie.

(SOBBING)

I'll wire Washington
right away.

Many thanks.

Phoenix police confirm
Pavelich's story. They just
picked up three of the gang.

Congratulations, Rip.
Thanks.

NARRATOR: The presence of
Pavelich in Phoenix, Arizona

on the night of
Agent Stewart's killing
was definitely confirmed.

That left one open file.

The Martell case.

Agent Stewart's killer and
the extortionist has to be
one and the same person.

Intensifying his efforts,
Agent Ripley reviewed
all information.

These are the people
connected with
Mrs. Martell's daily life,

seen leaving
her apartment.

First one,

Max Charles Martell.

Her late husband's uncle,
works as a night watchman.

In 1937 he was acquitted
of a bunko charge.

In 1938 he was tried and
acquitted of attempting to
defraud Mrs. Bella Block.

Habits, irregular.

Alex Shurck.

Bookkeeper and neighbor
of the victim.

Earns $86 a week.

His only tangible assets?
His car and furniture.

The Merchant's Credit
Association considers
him a good risk.

Habits? Irregular.

Dave Millson.
Real estate broker.

Friend of the victim
and her late husband.

Dresses expensively and
lives beyond his means.

Has been seen in the company
of women with known
records of soliciting.

Habits? Irregular.

Louis Callow, postman.

Married eighteen years,
has three children.

Habits? Very regular.

Thank you very much.
You're welcome.

Hmm.

(RINGING BELL)
That's pretty classy.

Who sent it?
Mr. Ripley.

You remember him,
you met him at
the town and country.

Who's he trying
to impress?

I'm getting her the
largest doll I can find.

I wonder where
I can hide it before
Vicki gets home.

Well, how about
the Shurks'?

Oh, no, I don't wanna bother
Alex. You know, he lost his
job after all these years.

Well, don't worry. I'll take
care of it and bring it to
the party tomorrow.

Thanks, Dave.

You know, you can be pretty
sweet when you want to be.

I'll bet you have
a lot of fun at
a keyhole.

Well, so long, Katie.
I'll stop by early tomorrow
to help you out.

You sure you don't want
to stay for dinner?
No, thanks very much.

So long, Dave.
Bye.

Hm. How you can cuddle
up to that Millson
fellow, I don't know.

It's none of your
business, Uncle Max.

Three to one he's after
Bill's insurance money.

You're a great
one to talk.
Me? I only wanted a few...

You listen to me.

Stop walking
into my bedroom

and stop interfering
with Mrs. Downes,

and stop poking your nose
into my personal life.

Bother me once more
and you move out of this
house, and I mean it.

I mean every word I say.

I should have said
it a long time ago.

Leave me alone.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

There you are.

Here you go.
VICKI: Momma, look!

Thanks, Rip.

You can't imagine how
glad I am that you could
come with us today.

You see all those pigeons
right over there?

Well, I see a lot of them.
Go get one for me, will you?

I needed company.

Yeah, so did I.

You know, it's funny.

I never could figure out
people working around
their house on weekends,

or in the garden.
Not me, I like my job,

I like to work 24 hours
around the clock. Just
can't relax, that's all.

I'll be glad when
I can relax again.

Everything's getting
to be such a chore.

I even wonder if I should
go ahead with Vicki's
birthday party.

I wish you would.
It'd be a great help
to us if you did.

All right.

Quiet now,
everybody.

It's time for our
birthday girl to blow
out those candles.

And you've gotta make
a great, big wish!

And make it
a good one!

Have you made it?
Go ahead, dear,
blow them out.

You blow them out.

You can do it yourself!
All you have to do is
a great big huff and a puff.

KATE: One, two, three...
Hurray!

NARRATOR: At Agent Ripley's
direction, fingerprints were
taken off the glasses

used by the guests
at the party, to be forwarded
by telephoto to Washington.

The guests, conversation was
recorded, to be delivered
to an expert on semantics

for comparison with the
recording of the telephone
call from the extortionist.

Now, as you know,
the science of semantics
can determine with

rather a high degree of
accuracy the identity of
one individual in a group

by breaking down the various
word patterns used by each
individual in that group

and then comparing
the results.

Now, I've just finished my
preliminary work on the
Martell birthday party'

and I'm ready to compare
sentences, phrases and words

used by guests
A, B, C, D and E.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello, Mrs. Martell speaking.

MAN: (DISTORTED VOICE)
You've been talking
to the FBI.

Did you hear me?
Yes.

I know everything
that's going on.

Monday the kid was at the
playground with the old lady.

Tuesday, at the dentist.

Wednesday she went
with the old lady to the
market, didn't she?

And last Sunday in the park.
Remember the rubber ball?

I could have killed her then.
Or don't you believe me?

Yes.

Okay, then write this
down, and this time
don't tell the FBI.

If you really love your
little girl, get the dough.

Only tens and twenties.

Go half a mile up
Deronda Drive.

Be there at 2:00.
Get it?

2:00, Deronda Drive.

Park at the
"Slow Grade" sign.

You'll see a pile of stones.
Look under the stones.

Got it?

Yes.

Remember.
Keep your mouth shut.

(HANGING UP)

Mrs. Downes?
What on Earth!

Is Vicki asleep?
Yes.

I've got to talk to you.

Well, what's the matter,
what's the trouble?

Somebody might kill her
if I don't give them
my insurance money.

Oh, no! Who?

I don't know. He called me a
half hour ago and he wants me
to bring the money to him now.

He wants me to go
a half mile up
Deronda Drive.

Now, let's analyze the various
expressions used by guests A,
B, C, D and E at the party

and compare them to the
peculiar intensifiers used
by the extortionist.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

One moment, Professor.

Pace speaking.

Yes, Mr. Cooper.

Thank you very much.
We appreciate it.

Rip, that was the head cashier
at the bank. Kate Martell just
drew out all her money.

Let's go, Greg.
Excuse us,
Professor Wilson.

Where'd she go,
Mrs. Downes?

Out.
We know that, but where?

She didn't say.

We know you're devoted
to her, but right now her
life might be in danger.

Oh, no!
Every minute counts.

She said half a mile
up Deronda Drive.

Deronda, let's go.

The similarity of the
expressions between the
extortionist and subject A

leads us to feel there is a
strong possibility that

subject A is your
extortionist, gentlemen.

From Washington.

"Number three print from
birthday party identical to
print of Thomas Gibson.

"Questioned on extortion
charge, Cleveland, 1946.

"Using alias Joe Connors,
questioned extortion in
the assault of woman,

"Philadelphia, 1948.

"Using alias Fred Thompson,
questioned extortion and
blackmail of woman,

"Boston 1950."

Number three print
belongs to subject A,
Professor.

Victim reported heading
up Deronda Drive,
we're following. Out.

Did a green Chevy coupe
pass by here, a young
lady driving it?

Yeah, matter of fact
she stopped here for a bit.

Where'd she go?

See that sign?
Thanks, let's go.

Dave!

That's right, Kate.

Good old Dave,
friend of the family.

Only I never really
knew your husband.

I first heard of him
when I read that
he'd left you $10,000.

You've given me
a bad time, Kate.

I had to kill Brenda Ralles
and an FBI man to
get to this money.

KATE: Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I won't tell anyone,
I promise.

I never take chances.
Let me go,
I won't tell anyone!

Help, let me go!

(STRUGGLING)

(GUNSHOT)

Mr. Germain will
drive you home,
come on.

Rip, I don't know
what to say.

Just don't say
anything. Here.

Thanks.

BARKER: Let's go, Rip.

Sometimes you meet some
nice people in this business.