All language subtitles for The FBI s01e06 To Free My Enemy

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.