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Put money in the bag and don't scream.

The FBI.

A QM production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen
Brooks,

Lynn Loring.

Tonight's episode, Slow March Up a Steep
Hill.

Good morning, Mr. Ruskin. Mr. Ward
called.

Yeah, he got me at home.

Tell him I'm here. I'll see him in ten
minutes.

Jim in?

Well... Well, Lou, good morning.

Hello, Daddy.

I dropped by to pick you up for lunch.

Uh -huh. And the funniest thing happened
on the way to the office.

This man asked me to marry him.

Again?

Well, you know the FBI, Lou. We're
nothing if not persistent.

And I said yes.

You know, her I'm not surprised at.

She's been spoiled rotten ever since her
mother died.

She figures she can get whatever she
likes out of me by crooking her little

finger.

It's you I don't understand.

It's not so complicated.

We love each other.

The girl is only 19.

Well, you were less than that when you
were married. Less than that when I was

born. She's got two years of college
left.

Who needs a degree to be a good wife?

I'll tell you what you need. You need a
little maturity.

Maturity? A little time to grow up, to
look around.

I have looked around. I'm not... Yell.

Mr. Ward will see you and Mr. Erskine
right away, please.

Right.

love my beautiful ring.

Don't worry, I'll take care of her.

How well would you ever take care of her
if she's pregnant and you're lying in

some gutter with a bullet in your head?

I don't know.

How well could I take care of her if she
was pregnant and I slipped in the

shower and broke my neck? Not in the
business of risking your neck in

Barbara's a big, strong, healthy girl. I
mean, if anything ever happened to me,

she'd adjust.

If anything ever happened to her, would
you adjust?

That was an unusual situation.

Now, her mother... The unusual part was
that they aimed for me. Yet her, she

died.

And it wouldn't have happened if she'd
been married to a doctor or a shoe

salesman. It might.

In a robbery instead of an ambush.

Jim, wait.

This is a child you've known for less
than six months.

I'll tell you something I knew after 20
minutes.

You know, I knew that Lew Erskine would
never approve of his daughter marrying

an FBI man.

I knew that we'd have to go ahead
without your blessing.

So we will.

In St. Stephen's a week from Sunday. Now
we hope.

that you'll be there to give her away,
but we are going to have that wedding,

whether you're there or not.

Forty. Hi. Go right on in. He's anxious.
Lewis. Yes, sir. I began to wonder if

you two gentlemen had gone fishing.

Oh, we, uh, we got hung up.

What are you doing?

Is your neck still bothering you?

No, no, no.

Did you go to a doctor?

I haven't had time, Mark.

Nobody in this organization ever has
time to go to a doctor.

Unless they need to lose ten pounds, and
their physicals do, and they want some

diet pills.

You had no business on that ladder in
the first place. You're lucky it didn't

break your back.

Barbara and I tried to tell him, but I
don't know.

It was his ceiling, and he was going to
paint it if it killed him.

I hate to see you getting so stubborn,
Lewis.

Be flexible like me.

Let the kids take over a little.

They've got some good ideas, too.

Remember, the young shall inherit the
earth.

Isn't that the meek?

Meek, young, what's the difference? You
know what I mean.

Anyway, I didn't call you in here for a
philosophy discussion. I've got a 91 I

want you to look into.

The Exeter branch of the Maryland
Federal, just outside of Baltimore.

Hit three days ago, closing time.

Single, unsub, 2nd of August.

$18 ,000.

Bank guard was killed.

He was very popular, too. You know,
always had gum for the kitties, that

thing.

Anyway, the SAC's up to his neck on a
fur hijacking, so I think it'd be a good

idea if you two helped him out here.

Where were the witnesses?

Age unknown, height average, weight
average.

When some maniac's waving a .38 around,
you tend to go a little blind.

Exeter branch.

Yeah, what's the matter?

Cap, old face mask.

I get the feeling I read this whole
thing somewhere before.

Well, Lewis, how soon can you have the
deck cleared for this one?

We're on our way.

You almost through with the Patterson
report?

Yeah, one more page of notes to dictate.
Jean, pick up in 45 minutes.

Yes, sir. Would you call Joanna Lawrence
on identification? Tell her I'm coming

over. And ask her if she's got a prior
file on the exited branch of the

Federal.

Lewis, just bear in mind he's already
killed one man.

You be careful.

The only time I take chances on him is
when I'm on the ladder.

Well, for heaven's sakes. Is it a bird
or a plane?

Just a little old me, super agent.

Back like a speeding bullet from
Seattle.

I adored your postcard.

I'm sorry about our date, Jo.

What the heck? I mean, after all, every
little cloud has a silver lining.

If I collect enough unburned candles and
old wine, I could open up a little

shop.

Maryland Federal. Exeter.

Right.

There was a prior robbery then.

Mm -hmm. There were two.

August the 2nd, 1938, and then again on
August the 5th. Same year.

I remember that.

Suspect was taken into custody in
September 1938.

Wayne Powell.

P -O -W -E -L -L.

Indicted on two counts of bank robbery,
one count of unlawful flight to avoid

prosecution. Found guilty.

Sentenced to 30 years in federal
penitentiary.

Parole from Atlanta in June 43.

Violated parole.

Returned to prison May 44.

Released from custody in December of
last year.

Released.

That's the last notation.

Erskine, get me SST Baltimore, please.

I like your hair.

Thank you, kind sir.

Mr. Rice, please. Erskine calling.

I'll be in the radio room.

Rice. Dave, Lou Erskine.

On that accident I had, he won.

How'd you hear so fast?

What do you mean?

Robbery in progress. He's hit the same
branch again.

All right, ladies, in back. Come on,
sweethearts, move it. Around there,

in the middle of the floor.

Come on, come on, hurry it up. Get away
from the desk there.

The middle of the floor, in the middle
of the floor, right together. All right.

All right, now, come on, hurry it up in
there.

I can't seem to...

991, same branch.

I heard.

Special agent took a slug in the chest.

What was his condition?

He was dead.

And he was dressed exactly the same, Mr.
Wirth, as far as you can remember.

Yes. Same gunny sack, same revolver.

Everything the same.

In your first report, Mr. Wirth, you
said the suit looked funny.

Can you elaborate on that now?

Well, funny?

Baggy.

Double -breasted and... You mean it was
the wrong size?

Well, I mean it was old -fashioned.

You know, double -breasted and... Yes.
Anything else?

About the suit?

Well, the man's general appearance, tone
of voice, accent.

Tell you the truth, Mr. Erskine, I'm so
tired, I doubt if I could give you a

general description of my own wife.

And that's a woman whose appearance
sticks with you.

All right, Mr. Worth, thank you. You've
been very helpful.

Oh, thank you.

Say, do you think you could...

provide me with a couple of guards. I
mean, if this man's going to keep on

coming back... Well, I don't think he'll
try the third time, Mr. Worth.

But I'm sure the police will keep an eye
on the bank for you.

Well, it's not that I'm personally
afraid, you understand. I mean, here's

man standing there with his gun pointed
directly at my head, and I'm just as

calm as a cucumber.

How do you account for that?

Very easily.

I'm lying.

Bagging pants, double -breasted suit.

Sounds like a burlesque comedian.

Dave, you remember an old -timer named
Wayne Powell?

Family lived in West Virginia near
Camper Falls.

Hank Robert?

Uh -huh.

He hit this branch twice when it was new
in 1938.

Once on August the 2nd and again on the
5th.

Where is he now?

Good question. He was released from
Atlanta in December.

I'll get right on it.

and the description of the car.

The witness wasn't sure of the last two
digits, but it was a Delaware plate.

Dave, who's the resident agent at Capa
Falls?

Ira Barber.

Call the switchboard and tell them they
can reach you through Barber's office in

the next three or four hours.

By the way, how's that pretty daughter
of yours?

Oh, she's fine.

Looks as though someone is having a
little target practice.

I'll see what I can dig out.

Ira, how long has this place been
abandoned, as far as you know?

Oh, mid -50s at least.

Powell family still on the land?

Yes, sir. Wayne Powell's sister paid for
taxidermy.

Do they live around here?

No, but Montana.

Check that door.

Okay, I hear.

Mr. Erskine, do you want to take a look
at this?

Powell trying to recapture his golden
youth?

Maybe.

Someone's been staying here.

Have a crew go over the whole place with
Prince. The front porch, this room,

closet, whatever.

Found three good ones.

.38 caliber.

Ira, the special agent who has killed
Heron, was he married?

Yes, sir.

Do you have Mrs. Heron's address?

No, I can get it for you.

And you understand, Mrs. Heron, that you
also have his special agent's insurance

fund benefits?

If there's anything else we can do, I...
No, really.

I'll be fine.

I'm a very good manager.

How long had you and your husband been
married, Mrs. Heron?

Thirteen months, Monday.

It's funny.

My sister was here just before you came,
and she was crying.

And she was saying what a shame it was.

You know about how short a time we had
together.

But I don't feel that way.

I mean, it was a wonderful time.

More than a year.

in residence.

He is speaking. Do you want to talk to
him?

Okay, I'll tell him.

It was Dave Rice.

They found Wayne Powell.

The, uh, Dewey Hotel on Lombard Street.

Well, that didn't take so long, did it?

I think we may have caught the man who
shot your husband, Mrs. Heron.

I'm going over to talk to him now. I'll
let you know when we're sure.

See you tomorrow.

Congratulations. Where is he?

That's Paolo?

That's him.

He's got quite an alibi.

He's been drunk for the past two weeks.

I guess we go back to the beginning and
start all over again, right?

Knock, knock.

Joe.

You're supposed to say, who's there?

Who's there?

Art.

Art who?

Aren't you ever going to keep a date
with me, Inspector?

Not tonight.

Oh, Joe, I'm sorry.

Look, let me call the restaurant. Tell
them it'll be a few minutes late.

Closed. Tell you what.

I know a place that stays open all
night.

It won't be Squab with Chablis Saint
-Quentin, but if you'll settle for a

hamburger and a cup of coffee.

Joe, forgive me.

It won't happen again.

It will.

But you're forgiven anyway.

And you will be again.

Give me 30 seconds.

It's funny.

My father always thought he could work
25 hours a day, too.

When he died, I swore I'd never fall in
love with a man like that.

But I guess never is a word without much
meaning at all.

What?

Nothing.

Is it anything you can talk about, Lou?

No, no, it's just... Just the Powell
case?

Wayne Powell hit that exit of Branch, I
know it.

And yet I know he couldn't have.

It's a problem.

You'll solve it. You won't let it go
until you do.

Joe?

Hmm?

You consider me a stubborn man.

Well, now, are you talking about the
Powell case or the kids?

Maybe both.

Maybe more.

Yes, you're a stubborn man.

You make mistakes.

Heavens, you're a human being.

But if you think you're right, you...

What's the matter?

This.

Joe.

Oh, don't look so smug. They're not for
you.

Just a combination of cheap mascara and
slow starvation.

Oh, come on, let's go. Well, I still
have strength enough to walk.

It's the right year and model.

Check the plates.

This is it.

No sign of him?

He was hurt.

See what you can pick up.

I'll radio in.

Yes, sir.

No, he didn't. But he assumed that...
Yeah.

I know that, sir.

Well, I'm sure he knows it, too.

Yes, sir. Goodbye.

What did Gene want?

It's a report from Columbus. They found
the car with the Delaware plates in a

ravine outside of Zanesville.

Finally, Mr. Kerr.

Blood on the left front window and the
feet.

No kind of driver.

Zanesville, huh?

Well, you were closing in on a wino in
Baltimore.

There's a connection, Art. Somebody was
staying in the Powell cabin.

Sure, a vagrant.

With an imagination.

He found the clothes and he found the
clippings.

Maybe.

What's troubling you, Lewis?

A wedding?

What do you know about that?

Well, I think the whole Bureau knows
about it.

If she showed me that ring once, she
showed it to me a hundred times.

I know it's none of my business, but
frankly, I think she and Rhodes would

a pretty nice match.

So do I in two years.

Are you afraid it's going to be another
Ruth?

Another stray bullet?

Well, I think that's a risk Barbara's
going to have to weigh and make a

on.

It's trouble. She's not weighing
anything.

I made the mistake of saying no instead
of, well, we'll see, and now they both

have to prove how wrong I am.

And why not?

Think about it, Lou.

It's a game we all play.

Children against the parents.

King of the hill.

I mean, there you are.

Experienced, secure, a little bit
arbitrary.

Chief investigator.

Top troubleshooter for the Bureau.

And here comes Jim.

Well, I think he loves you about as much
as he'd love his own father.

But I think he's going to do the best he
can to knock you off of that hill.

And I think you're going to do the best
you can to keep him down.

Maybe it makes for a tougher breed that
way. I don't know.

But I do know that it's going to be that
way just as long as there's a breed

left.

King of the hill.

You see what I mean?

You know what I'm getting at?

Art, will you excuse me? There's
something I want to check on.

Whoa. Thanks.

Oh, I was just going to call you.

Fingerprint identification said the
prints in the cabin definitely are not

Powell's.

Do we have a striation match?

Sure, I think we do.

Here, take a look, Inspector.

We know that the bullets we found up at
the cabin came from the same gun that

killed Aaron.

Have you sent the Powell file back yet?

Not yet.

Velma, can I see the Powell file?

Yes. Hello, Daddy.

Hi. Hi, Mom.

You're busy, and I don't want to
interrupt anything, but I just saw the

seamstress, and I wanted to tell you
that you'll hardly have to alter my

dress at all.

Do you know that Mother must have been
almost exactly my size when you were

married?

Almost.

Daddy, really, I don't know what I'll do
if you aren't in St.

Stephen's to walk down the aisle with
me.

I'll be there.

If you're there.

Well, Daddy, I'm going to be there.

Believe me.

What are you looking for?

Relatives.

Brothers, friends.

Nah, all I had was one sister.

No kids.

I've never talked with Wayne Powell.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead, go ahead.

Wayne, were you born at home in the
cabin?

Yeah. Yeah, my sister Bonita and me, we
was both born in the cabin.

Is Bonita married?

Well, she was, but her husband died.

Any children?

No, no, no children.

How about you?

Me?

None that I know of.

You been back to the cabin lately,
Wayne?

I didn't know it was still there.

Yeah? A lot of your old pictures around.

Yeah? Old clothes.

Even the cradle you made.

I didn't make no cradle. What cradle?

The date on it is 1943.

I wasn't anywhere around there in 43.

That was the year you were paroled.

There'd be a record on it. Do you want
me to check?

Oh, oh, yeah.

43. I do kind of remember.

Maybe... Maybe I did carve out a cradle.

For your son?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'll think
of the name as Phyllis Faye.

She's a cute little girl, dancer.

She didn't have no place to go, so I
said, well, come on up to the cabin.

There's plenty of midwives around in the
hills. Was the birth recorded?

No, no.

What'd you name him?

Well, uh...

I wanted to call him after my dad, so we
named him Wayne Everett.

You went back to Atlanta.

What happened to Wayne Everett and his
mother?

Well, she died, and there was these
neighbors. They were going to the coast

anyway, and so they took the boy out to
Bonita

in Butte, Butte, Montana.

Bonita kept him.

No, she had to put him in a children's
home.

You registered as Wayne Everett Powell?

No.

She wrote a letter and said he wasn't
entitled to our name, and so she called

him by Simmons, and that was Fay's name.

Wayne Everett Simmons, Butte, Montana.
Yeah.

Well, if you're about done with me, I'd
like to get myself a bite to eat.

No, just a minute, Wayne.

Has the boy tried to look you up?

Well, no, he wouldn't even know he had a
father.

Unless he asked Benita.

Well, he wouldn't know where to look for
me. He wouldn't know where would he

start.

But the cabin?

I don't know.

Well, if that's all... Thanks, Wayne.

No, thank you. Thank you.

So the light at the end of the tunnel
grows a little brighter.

Well, they'll check the name out.

If nothing turns up, they'll contact the
children's home in Butte.

Trace all babies admitted in that
general time span.

Dave, will you call the switchboard and
tell him Jim and I'll be at the cabin

stakeout?

This kid's hurt. I think that's the hole
he'll try to crawl into.

I don't know. Maybe you just live right,
Lewis.

I tried to catch you in Baltimore, but
you'd left.

So I figured I'd pick you up here and
take you with me.

Take me where?

Columbus.

There's a report your fugitive may be in
a hospital there.

Powell?

Powell. Are you back to him?

Yeah, not the old man. He had a son,
Wayne Everett.

Why would he go to Columbus?

Why does anybody go anywhere?

Because the mood takes him.

Evidently, he smashed his arm up pretty
good in that wreck outside of

Zanesville. He checked into the Queen of
Angels Hospital under the name of

Brody. One of the interns heard him
bragging about that Maryland federal job

called the field office.

They'll pick him up and you can question
him when you get there.

Just doesn't fit.

What doesn't fit?

He's the right age, mid -40s.

Mid -40s?

That's wrong by about a generation, Art.
This boy was born in 44.

Look, Art, the man who was bunking in
that cabin is the same man who robbed

Maryland Federal. The prints, the
bullets, everything checks out, okay?

Okay. Now, Wayne Everett Powell was born
in that cabin.

He was taken to Montana when he was a
baby and put in an orphanage there.

Never knew his mother, his father, never
knew his identity until he grew up and

found out that his father was Wayne
Powell.

Do you follow me?

I don't necessarily agree with you, but
I follow.

All right. He comes back, sees the
pictures, reads the clippings. His

somebody. Maybe he wants to be an even
bigger somebody.

Oh, Lewis.

Well, what's the alternative? Are you
asking me to believe that a vagrant

Brody happened to walk in one night?

Why are we wasting so much time?

What is it you want?

I think they've treated the wrong cat in
Columbus, Art.

If Wayne Everett Powell is scared, hurt,
tired, I think sooner or later he'll

come back to that cabin.

Why? Because it's home. Because it's got
to have an emotional tug for him.

What do you base that on? Tea leaves?

I base it on years of experience.

Art, what in the world is the Bureau
paying me for if it's not instinct based

experience?

I could

order you to go to Columbus.

Are you ordering me?

Maybe what I ought to do is give you
some time behind a desk.

Let some less rigid man handle the
field.

It's up to you, of course.

You're still sticking to your guns? You
still want to stay here?

Yes, sir.

This isn't just stubbornness. You're not
just painting another ceiling, are you?

Not this time.

Do it your way.

Now the mosquitoes start.

Well, the guard said maybe we just live
right.

Nothing?

You know, Lou, he still might have tried
to check in one of the local hospitals.

We'll be notified.

For what it's worth, I just want you to
know that when you were trying to sell

Ward back there, you sold me.

I think Wayne Everett's our boy.

That is, if the old man's telling the
truth.

Provided that, of course.

What I mean is, I just want you to know
that if it turns out you're wrong,

then we're wrong together.

You figure we're wrong?

Nope. Neither do I.

A message for you.

Thanks, Harry.

From Arthur.

Pick Brody up. He's confessed.

Oh, Lou.

They want to see me at headquarters.

I'll, uh... I'll take the car. You hitch
a ride with one of the men?

No, I'll go with you.

What for?

You're gonna send everybody back anyway,
aren't you?

Not in your life.

Not until I see that Brody's prints
match the ones in the cabin.

I'll hire the stakeout. Stay down till
he hears from me. Yes, sir.

gun raise your hand

Powell, it's over.

Come out of there with your hands
raised.

Last

warning,

Powell.

Found his way home.

Apparently, Brody decided he wanted to
get his name in the papers.

Claimed it all a big joke to begin with.
And he had hurt his left arm, so he

began hinting around that he was the one
that was wanted for the Maryland

federal case. What's this?

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

And Miss Erskine's downstairs.

She wonders if she can get a free lunch
from one of you.

Tell her to come on up. I think maybe we
can arrange something.

What kind of a record did Brody have?

Oh, just about what you'd expect.

Petty burglaries, selective service
violations.

The Columbus police were glad to get
him.

Here, D.

Almost as glad as the Bureau was to get
Wayne Everett Powell.

You know, Lewis, if you want a man who
makes a mistake, you ought to admit it.

So thank you for reminding me that
there's a considerable difference

stubbornness and the courage of one's
convictions.

Well, that's about all.

Oh, say, I did talk to Dave Rice this
morning.

He offered a job to Mrs. Herron in the
Baltimore field office, and she said

she'd like that.

Good.

Well, Johnny's for lunch, aren't you?

Uh, no, you go on. I'll talk to you
later.

Oh, say, Jim.

Yes, sir.

Just how formal is that St.

Stephen's thing going to be? My wife
wants to know.

Well, as a matter of fact, sir, you see,
Barbara and I have decided to postpone

the wedding, at least for a while.

Oh? For how long?

Well, let's just say until we get her
father's official permission.

Your habit.

Just as long as you wait two years.

Well, I think maybe we can change your
convictions before then, Lou.

Care to bet?

Not in the Bureau.

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