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With your permission, General Romero. Lieutenant Romero reporting.

Oh, I think we can dispense with the formalities, Miguel.

You are not yet in uniform, and we have a certain relationship.

Yes, Grandfather.

Well, as you see, we're ready.

Any further instructions?

Be careful. Be quick. And remember, you are leading a preliminary scouting

expedition, not an invasion.

Yes, sir.

Well, then...

Buena suerte, Teniente.

Until the invasion, General, we'll be there to welcome you.

Darien Point.

One week from tonight.

The overthrow of Dictator Vega.

Go with God.

The FBI.

A QM production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbliss, Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks, with guest stars

Marisa Pavan, Carlos Montalban, Lynn

McCarthy.

Tonight's episode, The Exiles.

My point is, it's more than a Neutrality Act violation we're dealing with. It's

human life.

How many exiles survived the landing of Balagra last night, Art?

According to intelligence sources, not one.

But that doesn't faze Romero.

Rumor has it he's planning a full -scale landing operation sometime next week.

Now, apart from the fact that he's breaking the law, Lewis, he'll be

hundreds of men into a meat grinder.

Has he got a spy in his camp?

He probably has, yes.

Miami already has a report there's an unknown Vega espionage agent in the

which may explain why the exiles were betrayed on their first raid.

What kind of guy is this Romero, Mr. Ward?

I mean, if Vega's got him tapped, why does he keep butting his head against a

brick wall?

One, he may not know it.

And two, he may not believe it even if you told him.

A leader as dedicated as that usually believes all of his followers are as

trustworthy as he is. So he'll keep right on fighting.

Just as long as there's someone like Maria Blanca to fill his war chest for

Who's she?

Another patriot. A very wealthy one. A widow.

The two of them have been behind most of the raids since Vega became dictator.

All right, if we can prove to this Romero that he hasn't got a chance,

he'll listen to reason.

We're trying to get photographs now.

But in the meantime, I want Romero's camp found.

And I want the spy unmasked who's betraying him.

That sounds like infiltration.

If that's what it takes to get Romero to face up to reality.

You'll be working with Owen Clark, FAC Miami.

You know Owen?

He's an excellent man, but he's got a problem.

All of his special agents are known to the exiles.

Every FBI man in Florida has been involved with the Baloguan affair at one

or another.

So they need new faces.

Yours.

Now here's your plane ticket to Miami.

The flight leaves in an hour.

What's our cover, sir?

You can discuss that with Owen Clark.

He'll be boarding your plane at Jacksonville.

How'd you find out they made a raid last night, Owen?

Whispers, rumors, and confirmation when it was all over, when it's too late to

do anything.

They used a cruiser that belongs to Senora Blanca.

We boarded it when it came back.

And? The smiles.

But I care for a cup of coffee.

I really seen you, Clark.

How can you prove we put men ashore at Balagwa?

And of course I couldn't.

And they knew it.

So we infiltrate.

Any ideas how?

Well, they obviously buy contraband arms.

That's too involved.

How about a couple of writers doing a cover story for a magazine?

Or making arrangements for a television documentary.

They've been tried.

These people aren't easily conned.

We could volunteer for the next mission.

That's not bad.

That's not good.

These people even screen their own Balaguan exiles.

You two wouldn't get past the door.

All the better.

You volunteer and we use the misdirection gambit.

You move in while I play it clumsy?

If you think you can.

Yeah, that isn't bad, Inspector.

I need a skill.

A skill.

This is a sticky maneuver. You're asking the Marine Corps to perform for you,

Inspector. You have heard from the Pentagon, haven't you, Colonel?

Yes. With instructions to expedite my new identity.

Are you sure I can't persuade you to do something a little less spectacular?

I'm sure.

You know, you're dealing with a tough, hard people.

They've got their native country at stake.

I've got their lives at stake.

Your identity, Mr.

Jessup?

Jessup. That's a name on your court -martial and bad -conduct discharge.

How much demolition training would he need?

How much can I get in 24 hours?

Not enough.

See Sergeant Merriman, room 9A.

Good luck to you.

Thank you. And to the exiles.

Wow, Lupe. How are you?

Mucho dinero.

Ah, si, como no.

Here you are.

Muchas gracias, senor.

You're such a worthy cause, senorita. Don't mention it.

You are muy simpatico.

No, I'm just against dictators.

Is that General Romero?

Senora Blanca.

Oh, wait for me.

Your flag.

You do want a flag, no?

Oh, yeah, sure.

What's the matter?

You are wearing a gun.

We do not need your money, senor police.

Oh, no, no, wait a minute. I want the flag.

You saw us.

Find a seat. The speech is about to start.

my friends on behalf of General Romero and all of us who love the

Republic of Balagua I bid you welcome

Merriman, if that was a joke, it wasn't funny.

If it was an accident, you don't belong in demolition. I don't joke and I don't

have accidents. That was indoctrination and training. My way of telling you

something you'll remember the next time and the time after that.

Yeah, well, let me in on a secret.

One, always wear this when you're working with explosives.

Two, never trust anybody with your detonator, not even your best friend.

If I hadn't given you 2 % plastic explosive and 98 % inert putty to play

you'd be D -E -A -D, dead, dead, dead.

Is that plain?

Now, wait a minute. You pushed that thing. You're under instruction, mister.

don't talk, you listen.

Now, the next time you take the reel of wire with you, after the installation is

set up and connected, unreal your wire back here to the detonator.

That way nobody can touch it off but you, and at a safe distance.

Do you read me?

I read you, son.

this like it's doomsday, because it is.

I'm simply a woman who finds it very difficult to worry about neutrality laws

when higher laws have been trampled upon.

The laws of humanity.

Gracias.

Sounds as if you mean it. I do.

I like their sincerity.

So I noticed.

What I have to say, you have heard it many times before.

While one people is in chains, the whole world is in danger

of enslavement.

What Balago endures, we endure.

But not for long, my friends.

Not for much longer.

The time will come when...

I've

seen worse.

You might make it.

I've got to make it.

Let's get out of the way.

Ready? Forward!

Come on, faster!

Come on, man, faster!

Okay. Okay.

General Romero, sir. Yes, Juanito?

Radio phone requests information from temporary beachhead one, sir.

Are there any changes in the Darien Point invasion?

Report all training proceeding on schedule.

I contemplate no delays.

Does that please you?

Yes, my general.

Report to Senora Blanca I return to Miami tomorrow.

And we embark full force in four more days.

I'll be reunited with my grandson.

Yes, my general.

Well, that's a rumor all over Miami, Lou.

Exile invasion of Balagwa four days from now.

Four days?

Yeah, but not a word as to the point of departure.

Nothing. Well, it must be stockpiling material. Have you got any leads on

Well, we've confiscated two small truckloads.

Well, it's a drop in the bucket.

And the drivers won't talk.

What about their grouping area?

They've got to be training somewhere.

I've been going out of my mind trying to run that down.

I know it has to be somewhere in their area, probably in swamp country.

But there it ends.

Used aerial reconnaissance?

Cubs, helicopters, even a high -altitude U -2 photo recon.

It's the same story. Nothing.

Four days.

Well, we'll just have to advance our move.

Tomorrow all right with you, Jim?

Do we have a choice?

Not if we intend to prevent a mass slaughter.

Well, let's go.

Green egg. All right.

Here, go keep the change.

Do you know where I... I can find Senora Blanca's cruiser. I think it's called

Marchetta.

Sorry, I'm a stranger here myself, pal.

Thanks anyway.

I beg pardon. I wonder if you could help me. This is the Marchetta, senor.

Oh, you overheard.

Well, I wonder if the senora is on board.

May I inquire why you ask?

Part of my job, senor.

Oh, you're with the crew. Well, that's good, because you can help me.

You see, I was at the rally, and I heard Senora Blanca, and... Well, what I'm

trying to say is that I was very impressed and very taken by what the

and she had to say, and I wondered if... For shame, Venancio.

Don't you see that the senor wears the flag of our beloved Balawa?

Come aboard, senor, please.

Thank you, ma 'am.

For nada.

My pleasure, senor.

Rhodes, ma 'am. Jim Rhodes.

Smarty, handsome boat you've got here.

Thank you.

Would you like to see the main cabin?

Yes, please.

And so I thought that if there were a place for a recruit in your

organization... Organization?

Yes, yes.

That is to say, if a man wanted to volunteer for an invasion mission.

Let's stop this pretense, shall we?

I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?

You haven't said nor done anything right since you came down to Miami.

You must be a brand new FBI agent.

FBI agent. A very transparent one, senor.

I agree with General Romero. It is time we end this foolish masquerade.

You are wasting your time and ours.

Now look here. You two have no right to suspect.

We have many reasons, senor.

Not only to suspect, but to know.

Your exchanges with Owen Clark at our loyalty rally when you thought you were

not observed.

The gun you were wearing then and very likely now.

Your visits at the local FBI headquarters. Oh, and even the taxi

brought you here.

One of Owen Clark's special agents.

You needn't go on, senora.

The question is, do you intend to go on?

You and all the other FBI men? Yes, we do, sir.

Are you people or refugees who have received sanctuary in the United States?

Our job is to prevent you from violating the neutrality laws and getting

yourselves hurt. You will never kill our patriotism.

No, but we'll keep you from killing your patriots.

I do not kill my patriots, senor.

If I were to admit that I have sent landing missions to Balagua, which I do

I would add that we haven't lost one single man in those missions.

own grandson.

Wait a moment, senor. What you have said is a lie. A cruel and malicious lie.

I'm sorry, senora. What I told you was true. No.

We've had three confirmed radio messages from Miguel.

Maria.

Senora, listen to me.

That landing mission was wiped out.

Now, if you've had word from any member of that mission, the message was faked.

Vega and his people are trapping you piecemeal.

Probably on information from somebody in your own camp.

You better get out of here now.

You don't believe me, do you? No, I do not believe you.

Benatio.

Show this person ashore.

It's all right. I can find my own way. Thank you.

What have you there, Benatio?

I'm not sure, senora.

I'm not sure at all.

I advise against it, Maria.

We could be accused by the police of tampering with the stolen property.

Or by the owner, senora. Well, then we must determine who the owner is, the man

who threw it to you or the man who pursued him. Then we can take steps to

it.

Here, what is this?

Sergeant, corporal, private first class Louis Jessup, United States Marine

Corps, demolition, and the serial number is...

4 -4 -8 -6 -6 -2 -1.

And that's former private first class.

Now, unemployed civilian.

Oh, uh, the hat's not government issued. You can keep it for a souvenir.

But stay away from the coffee can.

It's dynamite.

I'm very sorry, Mrs.

Blanca. I can't help you.

But, Colonel, all I ask... It's not our policy to divulge information about

former members of the service.

Not unless you have authorization from higher command.

Such a little thing.

Just a hint as to his background, his abilities or qualifications.

I'm sorry.

Or at least whether or not he ever was in the service.

Ever was a demolition expert.

I can't help you.

Even though he might mean a job for a man who's now unemployed?

Surely you can disregard your official regulations to help a man who needs

as Senor Jessop does.

Jessop? Lewis Jessop?

First sergeant, then corporal, then private. I have his serial number here.

Don't bother.

I particularly don't discuss men with bad conduct discharges.

And I've said too much now.

Sergeant Kessler. Yes, sir.

Senora Blanca, when you see Lou Jessup again, would you tell him that Judy

Kessler said hello?

You know him?

Well, I knew him a long time ago.

Of course, no woman would ever try to hold him.

Gambling was his big interest.

That's what got him busted from Sergeant, PFC, and then the court

It was fun while it lasted, though. The off -base dances and the out -of -the

-way cafes.

The romantic rides in a borrowed car with the top down.

How beautiful it is here.

You might almost say idyllic.

You might if I knew what it meant.

Is that another way of saying romantic?

I think I've been cynical.

There's so much so soon, I'd like to know who's trying to buy what.

Yes, for instance?

We only met yesterday.

Today it's champagne and violins for lunch. It's Lou and Maria and a car I

couldn't afford if I lived to be.

You could afford it if you wanted to.

You see what I mean?

You're unwilling to take me at face value?

Some face.

You know, a long time ago, I made two rules for myself.

Number one, never mess around with another guy's woman.

I'm a widow, Louis.

My husband died before a Vega firing squad.

Without even a trial.

Your second rule?

Stay out of the other guy's war.

Unless the price is right.

How does that apply to me?

Come off it, baby. You're bankrolling a war. Everybody knows it.

Look, it's a job you're offering me. Name it and come up with a price.

If you want me to blow up Balagua, the answer's no.

Then...

Would you teach my soldiers how and name your own price?

Ten grand. How does that grab you?

Ten grand?

The going rate, that's $10 ,000.

Agreed.

But we don't have much time.

We embark two nights from tonight.

The training must be intensive.

You've got a deal.

Miles from here, there is a truck waiting to take you to our training

You see, Lewis, I was sure of you.

What's his job? See that I don't back out?

Would you?

Hey.

Get the money up.

I just will be comfortable.

Noveling this, senor.

Bad.

As long as I can't enjoy the view, I was hoping you'd tell me all about your

mother -in -law.

Noveling this, senor.

Oh, well, I don't feel like talking anyhow.

Call me when we get there.

I'd be very happy to, Mr. Jessup.

What's that nut trying to do?

Pablo's like a mule, Mr. Jessup.

When he knows he's near the barn, he makes a run for it.

You know, somebody better tell that mule he's hauling a wagon full of

firecrackers. They might have slipped his mind.

Pablo!

Take it easy!

We don't want all this stuff to go up at once.

Mr. Jessup has to show us how to use it a little at a time.

That's how it works.

You ready to give it a whirl?

Okay,

you're on your own.

Let's go.

Faster! Move, move, move!

Vamos.

One minute, nine seconds, Senor Jessup. Too slow. Not done yet.

Hurry up with those connections.

Must it be so loud and so much smoke?

It could attract attention.

Sure it could.

You want results or don't you?

Of course we do, Lewis.

So do I.

That's not bad.

I will tackle the M1 type firing device.

M1, Senor Gesso?

I haven't got time for games, General. Whatever you call it in your lingo, I'm

talking about chemical delay detonators to use when you can't string wire.

Tell me you haven't got them stockpiled.

We didn't know about them.

Well, it's time you learned.

You've got to get back to Miami.

Today?

Of course, today. How long do you think you've got? You're jumping off in 48

hours.

If you get me back to Miami, I think I can find enough M1s and M80 grenade

to show how they're used, at least.

Well, if you go, you'll go in the truck as you came, so that you cannot betray

our position.

What are you trying to do, sabotage your own exile movement?

The truck's too slow.

You don't trust me, put a blindfold on me. But I'm going to Miami fast or I'm

not going, period.

I granted your lapse time and estimated speed a reasonably accurate, Inspector.

And that you made no mistakes as to change of direction.

I would put your gas station stop somewhere within this circle.

It doesn't find the needle, but it narrows down the haystack.

Then some 20 minutes later, at about 45 miles an hour, that'd be roughly 15

miles, we made a right turn on a very rough road. It was exactly 2 .30.

You might get a good fix on it from the fact that a jet flew overhead at that

time. I think it was southbound.

Did you hear any other planes, Lou? No.

We got a couple of other factors to include.

The bell on the gas pump rang ten times.

The price was 3 .09.

That'd make it 30 .9 cents a gallon, but I've noticed the prevailing price

around here is 34.

Then check the backcountry station's cutting prices.

There is a gas war outside of Miami.

That all helps.

Well, here we are.

This is a master flight schedule with changes noted daily.

Now, within your time limitation, here's the pan -southern, southbound Miami to

Bogota, 206 departure.

I'll check with the airline.

They should be able to give us an estimated flight position for 230.

Haystack's getting smaller.

Yeah, but from here on, we grope.

That road was so rough, I couldn't guess our speed, except that it was too fast.

I do know that the training area is somewhere near the swamps. Could be

the Gulf, an inlet, or a bay.

Got enough to get you started, Owen?

Yeah, plenty.

Oh, one thing more.

I'd like a 24 -hour monitor on all shortwave radio phones, citizen's band,

clandestine.

Especially any signal powerful enough to reach Balagua, either direct or by

offshore maritime relay.

That's a big order.

Can do, though, with the help of the Navy and the Coast Guard.

I'll get on it.

Are you going back with Maria Blanca?

With or without blindfold, as soon as Sergeant Merriman can liberate a couple

M1 chemical delay detonators to make it look legitimate.

I want you and Clark probing ahead.

Check directions. Ask questions about smoke and explosions. See if that part

our scheme paid off.

How about a follow -up car behind you?

Definitely not. Senor Blanca might notice.

After all our elaborate plans, I don't want to jeopardize the final round.

Right on target.

Truck tire tracks, sports car.

You're spoiling me.

No blindfold this time?

I don't think you betrayed us, Lewis.

Why do you say that?

We're not followed.

The way you were driving, who could keep up?

You're good, you know.

Three years a widow, remember?

One learns self -reliance.

Then why do you lean on a crutch?

A crutch, Lewis?

Like backing invasions.

You call that a crutch? To get even with beggar for killing my husband?

You're kidding yourself.

What you're doing won't bring back a dead man and you know it.

It'll only pile more dead men on his grave.

Are you suggesting that I withdraw from the enterprise?

You're paying me to train your men, not make suggestions.

Well, I will not withdraw.

Okay, go ahead and waste your looks and your money.

Don't get any sympathy out of me for not being the woman you ought to be.

Are you afraid that's how I will turn out?

You better keep that beautiful face pointed toward the road.

Price war, huh?

Well, there's no law against giving discounts.

Listen, if you're from the company... FBI.

You mind telling me if you were on duty yesterday between 2 and 2 .30?

Yes, sir. I sure was.

What is it you're looking into? That blasting over yonder toward Sultan's

Where's that?

Well, you follow this road till you come to a little sign.

Next to the turnoff.

Wowee, look at that baby go.

Jim, did you see who that was?

Uh -huh.

The question is, did she see us?

If she did, we're in trouble.

Where's your telephone?

You did not see the FBI agents?

What, 80 miles an hour? They were there.

You could have sent them ahead.

Thanks, senor, and adios.

Now, wait, I... I was distraught. I did not think clearly.

But if they find our staging area now, if they follow us, we...

we have explosives.

We could disable that car.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You refuse to prove yourself.

Perhaps you're one of them after all.

All right, get out.

I've done man's work before.

I can again.

You monkey around with those M1s, you'll get yourself killed.

All right, you win.

Let's get back there.

Move to the point of embarkation through the Everglades Trail today?

Now it is our only hope.

The FBI is close at hand. We are in danger of discovery at any moment. If

happens, our expedition will come to nothing.

Now will you give the command to move out, will you?

Why, you ask if?

It's logistically impossible.

But for the sake of Balagua and my grandson Miguel...

It will be done.

All right, men, unload your packs.

You have ten minutes rest.

Guns and ammunition will be issued, and then we move out.

Well, may as well sit down.

He's walking.

Four of your agents just came in through the Salton Speyside.

Three more are down on the beach to greet the landing boats, if and when

arrive.

Oh, yeah, they brought you a present.

And, uh...

Delivered to your office right after our call from reinforcements came through.

Oh, yeah, the radio phone monitoring paid off, too.

Thanks to Navy and Coast Guard cooperation.

Erskine was right. He was right.

All our men in position?

Ready and waiting.

Attention, Balaguan exiles.

This is the FBI.

Your position is surrounded.

Remain as you are.

Do not attempt to escape.

No!

If they want war, they'll have it.

But we are home.

You heard the order? This is the FBI.

Put down your guns.

Spies, I warned you.

Oh, no.

Luis, no.

I said put down the guns.

How many of us do you think you can kill before we kill you and all your men?

Attention, Blackwood exiles.

Attention, General Romero and Inspector Eskin.

Special Agent Rhodes is coming to you under truce.

I repeat, under truce.

No, wait, please.

It's foolish, Jim.

Take a look at these. Maybe they'll change your mind.

It's a radio phone monitor report.

Pretty well nails it down, doesn't it?

From Assos and Balagua, General.

Taken in the capital. Those are exiles.

Hanging from lampposts in the public square.

Including your grandson.

Miguel.

Pobrecito Miguel.

Put down your arms.

There will be no invasion.

No, no.

It's all over.

Finished.

Put down your arms.

So the Vega forces were waiting.

They were waiting.

We have evidence that every move you made was reported by a spy right in your

own camp.

who kept urging you to move ahead and then sent your men to their deaths by

means of a simple piece of equipment you never questioned.

All right, it's

over.

You'll be brought to trial for espionage against the United States.

They're using military equipment to transmit unlawful information.

Get him out of here.

Let's go.

As for you people, the United States is in complete sympathy with your goals.

But you're guests in this country, and your present course is not only futile,

it's in violation of our laws.

Senator Romero?

While the FBI doesn't make decisions in these affairs, the fact that you didn't

actually ship out this time should weigh heavily in your favor when the facts

are presented to the proper authorities.

You've saved many lives today, Lewis.

And I've learned much.

Do you think it would be very difficult for me to forget the rest?

The rest?

To forget my hate and be a woman again.

Bet you take no time at all, Maria.

feeling that we left somebody behind in the Everglades that we're going to miss

just a little bit.

Oh? Mm -hmm.

Sergeant Corporal Private Buster DeCivilian Lois Jessop.

He was quite a guy.

He was a shadow of the disgraceful past and a worthless future.

Definitely something to forget.

Do you think Maria ever will?

She meets the right man.