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You know, there's something very touching to me at the sight of an FBI

down on his knees going through a waste paper basket.

Well, then I suppose it's your natural element. You fit right into it. You're

happy, right?

Oh, it's a cigarette.

Did you find anything?

Nope. No, huh?

Ah, what a pity.

After all the time and trouble you went to to get that search warrant.

Were you on your knees then, too, Inspector?

Please, Your Honor.

There's this pretty press in New Jersey and an interstate trucking outfit in New

York. And all this pornographic material and pictures and all that smut.

Now, we're not sure who owns the operation, Your Honor.

But I promise you...

You get us a search warrant and we'll tie Bert Anselm into this somehow.

Please, Your Honor.

Shame on you.

You're the one, Anselm.

You know it and I know it.

Just as soon as I find the link between your brain and that filthy racket of

yours, a grand jury's gonna know it. Why don't you quit, Erskine, huh?

I publish textbooks and religious tracts.

Uh, religious tracts earn you half a million dollars a year, Mr. Anselm?

For your information, Mr. Rose, there are a lot of religious people in this

country. I've made a lot of money, yes, and I've paid a lot of taxes. And now

I'm going to have a little fun.

Oh, by the way, I'm flying to Switzerland tomorrow. You knew that?

Yeah, we do.

8 p .m., Douglas Airport.

Why don't the two of you come down and wave goodbye to me and my family?

So, gentlemen, good night.

Hi, where have you been? I was just going to hang up.

Hi, sweetheart.

Oh, just a little business conference.

Business? I thought you were through with that.

I am. I am. Believe me, starting right now, it's going to be nothing but fun

games.

Hold on just a second, darling.

Yeah?

Anybody out there?

Lynn, I'd better call you back. I'm not sure my friends have left yet.

Well, how long are you going to be?

Mother's packed everything but the kitchen sink.

I thought maybe we'd go out to eat somewhere.

Good. Great idea.

Tell her to hang tight and I'll be with you before you know it.

Bye -bye, baby.

Erskine!

They left.

Well, what is this?

Who are you? What do you want?

You. You.

The FBI.

A QM production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars James Gregory, Catherine Bard, and special guest

star Jill Haworth.

Tonight's episode...

To free my enemy.

You had enough evidence for a warrant. Why didn't you have enough for an

indictment?

All circumstantial. The defense would tear it to pieces.

But you do know who runs the business for Anselm? A man named Logan. But

nothing to tie him together.

Cash operation, no papers, no signatures.

Well, at least we can stop the filth peddling.

For how long? A month.

Anselm's the prime mover, not Logan. And he's getting away, Arthur.

Tomorrow night he'll be out of reach for good. Don't you understand?

I'm beginning to, yes.

Lewis.

I never thought I'd have to remind you how the Bureau feels about personal

vendettas.

Maybe you'd better examine this situation before it gets out of hand.

All right.

All right, suppose it is out of hand.

Maybe it was out of hand the first time a schoolteacher in Iowa showed me what

her students were reading instead of history.

How do you expect me to feel about the man who publishes hardcore pornography?

Determined to stop it.

But that's all.

You're not a one -man... Yes?

Yes, all right.

Morning, Mr. Ward.

Excuse me, sir.

Lou, there's a call from Leo Meyerson for you. You can take it on four.

Who's Meyerson?

A bartender, informant.

Yes, Leo.

Inspector, you still tailgating Bert Amsel?

Yes, why?

Word is the big man never made it home last night.

Somebody detoured him.

Did you get any names?

Well, not yet, but I'll nose around and see what I can turn up.

Will you do that, Leo?

Anytime, Inspector.

Is Myerson dependable?

Very.

What do you make of it?

An old -fashioned ride?

Maybe. Who would want Anselm dead?

Who wouldn't?

Anselm was due to leave the country with a lot of money tonight.

Maybe Gus Logan decided it should stay.

Let's find out.

We've got a couple hours, Lou, before the law will let us get involved.

We've got a case pending. We can ask questions.

Lewis, there's one other consideration.

Suppose this is a plain kidnapping.

I know, Arthur.

If we save him, we'll be buying his ticket to Switzerland.

You quitting?

Oh, come on. Play something.

Hey.

Hey, handsome.

What do you want to hear?

Huh?

Green sleeve?

Got taste.

A little green sleeve for the old man.

Huh?

It's me, Harry.

Is it okay?

Yeah, it's okay. You'll meet it.

Come on in.

You know, it's dark in here, Paul.

I never know if you've seen me.

In the...

You know, you get a little tense with that gun.

How's our guests?

Bert and Sel.

How about that?

Can I get in here?

Not about us.

You know, this is going to be the quietest kidnapping in history.

Who's going to call offense over you?

Huh?

They find out Bert Anselm got snatched, they're going to throw a bag.

Bit minor league punks.

What'd you call us?

Punks.

Let's try that again.

I don't think I heard you.

We'll see.

We're also going to see just how much you're loved.

I know you have a safety deposit, Biles.

And I hear it's loaded.

I mean, really loaded.

How much?

Half million?

You know, I find this guy hard to talk to.

Okay.

Next question.

What's this?

$100 ,000 cash.

Who do we contact?

My wife.

Does she know the keys?

Top me or a draw with my cufflinks.

You know, it's a funny thing.

He talks a lot better now.

Maybe he was just timid.

Oh, don't you be timid.

Remember.

They're just dealing with punks.

Mother, have you been up all night?

And he's not home yet?

Let me call the police. Put that down.

I know where he is.

What do you mean? You've heard from him?

I heard from some of his friends.

They think he's been kidnapped.

Kidnapped.

Put that down.

What's the matter with you? Are you going crazy?

What's going on here?

First of all, you bring me back from school, and then you say we're going to

Switzerland, and now this.

And you stand there like a pal. We have to wait until they phone.

And when they do, they'll ask for money, and we'll give it to them.

And then they'll let your father go?

Mother, let me call the FBI.

What?

I've had enough of this. I'm going to report this whether you like it or not.

To whom? To the FBI?

Yes, to the FBI. Why not?

Darling, if the FBI ever finds out Bert Anselm is in trouble, they'll declare a

national holiday.

Then they'll put a man on the case.

He'll make just enough mistakes so as your dad to get shot through the head.

Now, will you put that down?

And come over here and sit down.

Like a good, calm, sweet girl.

What's the matter, Mother?

Has there been some kind of income tax problem?

No.

I love him.

I'll always love him. I don't care what he's done.

Either you tell me or I'll find someone else who will. I mean it.

All right.

We'll see if you love him.

What do you think your father does for a living?

He's a publisher.

Yes, he is.

And an importer and an exporter.

But you've never seen the product, it turns out, have you?

You never will.

Mother.

Bert Anselm.

Prints and distributes pornography.

All over the United States, all over the world.

He makes phonograph records.

He owns motion picture studios in Hong Kong, South America, Europe.

My father?

Your father.

You're lying. I don't know why, but...

It's just a business, Lynn, like any other business.

It doesn't have to affect you.

It's never affected me.

It's just a business.

Well, what do you know about that?

Was all of this going on while I was at home?

Yes.

He's the same man, Lynn.

He loves you.

He's in terrible trouble.

Mrs. Anselm?

Yes?

FBI. I'm Inspector Erskine. This is Special Agent Rhodes.

How do you do?

Well, well, the enemy advances.

What do you want?

Is your husband in?

Yes.

Are you sure, ma 'am?

He's still asleep.

If you want to see him, call back later.

Mrs. Anselm, has your husband been kidnapped?

Get off this property.

Please try to understand. If there has been a kidnapping, the Bureau will do

everything in its power to see that your husband has returned safely.

I said get out of here.

Logan's behind this. Her husband's had it.

Wishful thinking?

I'm sorry.

17. 17.

17 Erskine, go ahead.

I've been trying to reach you, Inspector.

Please hold for Mr. Ward.

Lewis, you can forget your theory. It looks like a plain old -fashioned

kidnapping after all.

How sure are you, Arthur?

Your informant called.

He's heard rumblings about some unnamed hoods who wanted to move up in the

world. And they mentioned holding Bert Anselm for ransom.

You find him, Lewis, even if it means buying him that plane ticket.

I know the law, Arthur.

And after that, I checked with his office garage. The car's gone.

The attendant didn't see him drive out, but evidently the car was there when he

went off duty at 7 .30, so I put the license number and description on the

but nothing's come up for check.

Harb, when did you get back from... Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone

else.

I don't blame you.

I mean, what decent, clean -cut, all -American boy wouldn't shy away from

Anselm's daughter?

She said you'd know what it was about, Mr. Erskine, so... Yes, it's all right,

Thelma.

It's not Thelma.

You know, that's a very efficient secretary you have out there.

I tried to get her to tell me where you were, but she wanted to know who, what,

when and where first.

It's why I'd like to know.

It is?

Not the who?

Now that's the puzzle to me.

Who do you say I am, Mr. Rhodes?

I don't understand, Miss Anselm.

Well, Bert Anselm's girl?

The daughter of a... of a publisher of pornography?

Yes.

Yes. But to my friends at school, I'm someone who's studying to be a teacher,

who loves children, and who's the daughter of a respected businessman.

Now... the two images don't overlap, do they?

You weren't aware before of what your father did for a living?

Not until this morning.

Why isn't he in jail?

Miss Anselm, do you know a man called Gus Logan?

No. Mothers mentioned him.

Who's Gus Logan?

The nominal head of the business.

Nominal?

You think he works for my father?

Oh.

I see you think it, but you can't prove it.

Well, I wish I could.

I wish... No, I don't.

What am I here for?

Trying to bring Bert Anselm's daughter into a little better focus.

My mother knows who she is, Mr. Eskin.

She's loyal and she loves him.

She'd never have anything to do with anyone who could hurt him.

Miss Anselm, have you heard from the kidnappers?

Well, yes, we got a phone call.

They want $100 ,000 within two days or they'll kill him.

They said they'd contact us about the payoff.

My mother can get the money, but it's the only cash she's got.

Did you hear the voice?

No.

All right.

If you manage to talk to him the next time, try to concentrate on accent,

rhythms of speech, sign patterns and so forth.

If he sends a note, save it.

Are you going to cooperate with us?

My mother thinks you want him dead.

She says that...

Any information I give you will help to kill him.

Do you believe that?

I'll let you know what happens if I can.

Yes, I've got it.

They found the Anselm car.

This is the address.

It's a car wash. It was put through and left unclaimed.

Hasn't been this clean since it came off the production line.

Door handle, cigarette lighter, seat lever, steering wheel, dash.

Not a print.

This outfit's going to get my business from home.

You know, there's one place in my car that none of them ever seem to catch.

Oh?

Top of the sun visor.

Anytime, fella.

Manager's coming down to Ident as soon as he can get away.

He thinks he'll recognize the man who brought the car in.

Any prints?

Yeah, a couple good ones.

With any luck, they won't be Anselm's.

Inspector, a message from your office. Miss Lynn Anselm called, wants to talk

you. She left that number.

about 15 minutes ago, Inspector.

A man.

He told Mother to bring the money herself alone. She just left.

Where?

Anacostia Park, near the aquatic gardens.

He told her to look for a flashing light and then to drop the satchel out of the

window and drive away.

I'm sorry I couldn't call you sooner. I hope you make it in time.

We won't try to.

But you said...

Will you trust us?

I'm trying.

But an awful lot of things keep telling me I'm wrong.

And if I am, I'm going to have to live with it for the rest of my life.

Lynn, listen to me.

It's no secret I want your father in prison. And I'll do my best to put him

there.

But it's just as obvious that if I made one wrong move, I could get him killed.

And I'd have to live with that the rest of my life, wouldn't I?

What are we going to do with them?

Drive them out of town and let them walk home?

You mean head.

You really scare me.

You want to pile with Anson's connections following us around?

Hey.

Relax.

Relax.

Look at the eye.

Two to one, you won't get the contract.

I've looked for it.

Harry Bisque.

Three arrests, one conviction, interstate transportation of stolen

You sure this is the man?

Yeah, he brought the car in all right.

Well, he must have kept his hands on the wheel then.

The prints we got from the visor aren't Bisque's.

All right, thanks for your cooperation.

Anytime.

Pull Bisque's file, check all known associates.

Yes, sir.

Well, let's get back to Leo.

The finger let Anselm go?

Would you in their place?

Me and Max, uh... Well... Why can't we just turn him loose?

You guys are too much.

Come on, Nick. Let's turn a big one. You know how, Nick.

You can show us, Nick.

Anything you say, Nick.

But Nick says we don't leave anybody behind.

That's born lucky.

Right, Ansel?

Right, punk.

It's a shame you're too stupid to appreciate it.

We got you.

We got the money.

Who's stupid?

You wind up with chicken feed and a dead body you won't know how to get rid of.

You're stupid.

I'll make a deal with you, Nick.

Let me off, let me get on my way to Switzerland, and I'll triple the ante.

$100 ,000 apiece.

You lied to me about the money?

I lied.

I had to kill you just to teach you a lesson.

A hundred grand apiece.

Let me make a phone call, friend.

No phones up here.

All right, take the tape off my eyes, untie my hands, I'll write a note.

Ever seen him before, Leo?

Yeah, it's Harry Bisk.

He lives off dames and careless trunks.

What about his friends, Leo?

Well, in between the dames, he buddies around with Nick Kirby.

He's a psycho.

Dangerous. There's a guitar -playing clown named Max Healy.

Yeah, but Nick's number one.

He struts around with Bisk and Healy two paces behind him.

He's a real capone.

They could be your boys.

You know, put the snatch on a big man like Anselm, and Kirby doesn't have to

play act anymore. You know, he can make his buddies think he's the big man they

think he was.

Thanks, Leo.

And there's your driver, Inspector.

The Prince match.

Check him out. Last known address, employer, everything. Yes, sir.

Forrest.

I'll be in my office.

Inspector.

So will Lynn Anselm.

She's waiting to see you.

You told me to bring you any notes they sent us.

You really shouldn't have come here, Lynn. Are you sure you weren't followed?

I don't think so.

Please sit down.

I'm sorry. I found this under my door.

Mr. Erskine, what do you need to prove your case against my dad?

I mean, would written evidence of his connections with Logan do it?

It might.

I think I have it, then.

And you want to turn it over to us?

I don't know what Lynn Anselm wants.

I don't even know her well enough to tell you what she's doing here.

Some... Crazy kind of revenge, pay her father back for...

I don't know.

Maybe she's trying to save his life if she can.

She loves him.

I think she loves him.

Well...

Have your mother seen these?

Not yet.

I'd like the lab to look them over first to confirm the handwriting.

You'll have to hurry. I finally got her to take some pills, but I don't know how

long she'll sleep.

Do you mind waiting here a few minutes?

These were slipped under the door.

Well, he's alive at least.

All right.

Do you want me to come with you?

You read these?

Well, they were addressed to me. You have no right to read them.

Mother, do you really want to talk about rights?

I don't think you have any complaints.

You've lived well enough.

Finishing school in England, lots of pretty clothes.

Now, where do you think all of that came from?

I know where it came from. It makes me sick to my stomach.

It's too bad about your stomach.

Your father and I may not be everything you think we should be, but we're one

thing you're not.

We're loyal to each other.

Yeah, like a pair of old shoes.

You walk in the same path and you pick up the same dirt.

Fortunately, the car wash wasn't as meticulous with their vacuum cleaner as

boys are.

They picked up particles from both the front and back seat floors.

What is that, brick dust?

Brick, mortar.

Must have been a wall.

Possibly. I see. The particles are weathered, old. They may have been on

suspect's shoes.

Wanted. One torn down brick wall.

Why tear it down in the first place?

To rebuild it.

I want a map of urban renewal areas.

Get a hold of the district engineer.

All right. Harry Biss' last known address was 158 Jones Court, Northwest.

Nope.

Max Healy, 135 Denny Place, Northeast.

Nick Kirby, 1749 Racine Avenue, Northwest.

That was a bad idea, I guess.

Wait a minute, Jim.

It says here that Kirby was born and raised on J Street, left there when he

15.

Try, um... 957 J Street, Southwest.

Bullseye.

Scenario he'd know at the back of his hand.

Will you give it a rest?

Don't bug me.

Come on.

Let him play.

I like it.

What time is it?

Two, three, move.

You think she's got the money yet?

She better have.

Look, it's been long enough.

Why don't we make a call and... Get him.

It's a district truck.

Survey it.

Hang around a while. Maybe they'll wave at you.

Not much left of Kirby's old homestead, is there?

He'd still know the other buildings.

Like that one?

Walk over there and put your stick between me and the building. I'll take a

at it.

Thank you.

Third floor behind the fire escape.

Somebody's in there.

Question.

How do we take him without getting Anselm killed?

You can't. As long as I have a hostage, they're holding the cards.

So we wait.

Later, one of them will have to come out to make the call to Mrs.

Anselm. I wonder how many more times Anselm thinks he can keep going to the

well. This has got to be it.

All the money in the world won't tie those babies down any longer.

What if all three of them come out to make the call?

Then we're dead.

You'll be dead.

Positions I've given you have put men on every street surrounding the area at a

safe distance from the hideout.

But they're not to move without word from me.

Put him in good disguise vehicles, ice cream truck, TV repair, one man under

hood trying to get the motor started.

You can tell him this.

Any man who gets himself spotted is in deep trouble with me.

We'll pull it off, Lou.

34. 34.

34, Erskine.

Lee, sir, position four.

Biscayne Healy, just left the area.

Just two of them, are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Saw him get in the car and drive off.

All right, thanks, Lee.

Satterley Road Northwest.

Got it.

Miss Anselm said her mother was told to drive down the street from 2300 block

south and that a car would pull alongside, motion her to stop, and take

money from her.

It's to be packed in a suitcase.

Mrs. Anselm left immediately after getting the phone call.

Thank you. 34 clear.

20, 30 minutes and they'll be back.

What about Anselm?

If we can stop Bisk and Healy from going back to the hideout, we've got a little

more time.

Attention all special units.

Suspects Healy and Bisk are expected to re -enter the area within the next half

hour. I want them taken alive.

Then report to me at once.

Acknowledge by number.

Position one.

Position four, acknowledge.

They come back the same way they went out.

That's us.

Oh, sorry, fellas didn't see you.

An FBI.

Up with your hands. Up with your hands.

Over there now. You know how it's done.

Up against the wall.

That Anselm was still alive when you left.

Yeah, we wouldn't hurt him.

You better pray that Kirby doesn't hurt him either.

Because if anything happens to Anselm, he'll be accessories to a capital crime.

Now look, you guys are feds. Why don't you go in there and take him?

Yeah, that'd be a great way to get Anselm killed.

Unless we could figure out some way to get Kirby out of there alone.

Maybe he'd come out for me.

Now, look, it was Kirby's idea to kill him.

I don't want him fitting me out for Angel Wings, too.

Let me help.

What about you?

Man, I don't dig those harps either.

I'm on guitar.

Be patient, sonny. It'll get here.

All

right.

Make so much matter.

Hey, meathead.

What's all the racket?

It's Max.

He tripped on the stairs. I think he broke his arm.

Come on, help me.

Come on, help.

Well, Ansel, believe it or not, I'm glad to see you.

Arthur. Nice to see you with a smile on your face again.

Good to be wearing one again.

Here's something that ought to keep it there for a while.

Oh, Bert.

Bert. It's all right, Vic.

It's all right. It's all over now.

Zerskin, I don't think I've thanked you yet for helping me to make my trip to

Switzerland. Oh, you're going to make a trip all right.

But it won't be to Switzerland.

More like Atlanta.

Logan's downtown waiting for you.

Special agents picked him up in a furniture warehouse.

They found your other set of books.

Laura, that note I... No, nobody saw it but me.

Lynn.

What about Lynn?

She showed it to the FBI.

I watched her do it myself.

Funny how if you pull out just the right nail, the whole house caves in.

Nothing's the same anymore.

Nothing.

I'll live.

Where are you going?

Away.

It doesn't matter where. It matters who's going.

And if I like her company.