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Hmm.

The giant will die.

The giant will die.

What are you doing, mister?

Hello, honey.

What are you doing?

Playing game.

Are you here all alone, sweetheart?

That's too bad. Look, honey, I have some candy in my car.

Would you like to have some?

Emily Dee!

Emily Dee!

Emily Dee!

Hello, over here!

This little Dickens belong to you?

tell you about running off like that.

They're just terrible at this age. You turn around once and they are gone.

Now don't you scare me again like that, you hear?

Can I have the candy now?

You know better than that, Beverly Jean. We never take candy from strangers.

Sorry if...

Quinn Martin, Warner Brothers Production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars Robert Duvall, Patricia Smith,

David Shiner.

Tonight's episode, The Giant Killer.

Oh, Mr.

Rhodes, Mr.

Erskine would like to see you right away.

Problem? I don't know. Mr. Ward is with him and a monitoring agent from the FCC,

a Mr. Mead.

Oh, thank you, Thelma.

The giant will die.

The giant will die.

Come in, come in.

Jim, you know Harry Mead.

Yes, I do. How are you, sir?

I'm not sure.

Puzzled, primarily.

You heard the recording?

Yes, sir.

You want me to fill him in, Art? Please.

Well, to begin with, this is a tape of an unauthorized broadcast we picked up

from Philadelphia a little over 78 hours ago.

Just the one declarative sentence, repeated once.

No explanation, no call letters, nothing.

So we put it down for a prank.

Forgot about it.

24 hours later, we picked it up again.

This time from Cincinnati.

Same sentence, same repetition.

25 hours after that, a third transmission.

Triangulated just north of Bartlettsville, Oklahoma.

Yes, sir.

Thelma, give me a small map of the United States, will you?

Harry, you said that the third message came 25 hours after the second?

He sends at noon.

Bartlett's bill's in the central time zone.

He'd gained an hour.

You know, Harry, I don't quite understand why you think this is a

FBI. I don't quite understand why I do either, Art, to tell you the truth.

We thought it might be some sort of code.

You mean espionage?

How does that strike you, Lewis?

Impossible.

Or it could be a direct threat.

A warning to us to keep our giants safe if we can.

Giants?

Oh, thanks, though.

What giants?

Do you know any giants in this country?

Paul Bunyan?

Cyclops?

Atlas. Titan.

Thor.

Titan.

Thor.

Philadelphia.

Cincinnati.

Bartlett'sville.

South and west.

Line of march.

And a monster where?

Bartlettville.

Amarillo.

Clovis.

Clifton.

Stafford.

That's it.

That's what?

Tucson.

My son served there in the Air Force.

Headquarters for the 573rd Strategic Missile Squadron.

They ready the Thor for launching.

Now, let me get this straight.

You're telling me somebody wants to foul up one of my babies?

Well, that's what the FBI is trying to find out, General Cameron.

Could it be done, sir?

I don't see how.

573rd hasn't had a security breach since it's been activated.

Nobody gets within a mile of those missiles, and he's cleared right back to

day he was born.

As a matter of fact, the only time they're even halfway vulnerable is...

sir?

Excuse me a minute.

Charlie, when's the Vandenberg launch due?

When do they move?

Okay. Thank you.

An unfueled missile leaves Tucson for California tomorrow.

If she goes by truck, she goes slow.

Now, she could be fair game for any sniper with a good eye.

Now, without fuel, there'd be no explosion, as you know, but the

guidance system might be destroyed.

General, is there anything special about this particular missile?

Something special about every missile.

New designs to test modifications.

Actually, this is off the record, not for publication, gentlemen.

This is not just any missile we're dealing with.

We haven't even named it yet.

But if we lose this one, we lose four to six months, and believe me, that we

can't afford.

Maybe you better talk to a man in our office of special investigation.

Paul Antonelli.

Possible to destroy it, huh?

You bet it's possible.

The question is, who are we dealing with?

Who are we dealing with?

Enemy agents, huh?

The Martians?

A group of maniacs?

Enemy agents aren't in the habit of advertising their strikes.

And I don't believe in Martians yet.

So we're down to the maniacs, right?

One maniac.

Sir, why are you so convinced that the man's on a loan?

Because it's a loner's pattern.

He's given us plenty of warning.

He's got that need to be recognized without being identified.

You're right. He's like a suicide who's left the bridge. He doesn't need anybody

to help him down.

Paul, how could this guy have known a missile was leaving in the first place?

Newspaper, TV, radio, letter, home, word of mouth.

You see, we can't hide all activity, so we don't even try to.

Of course, the actual route is kept secret, the actual time of departure.

What about a mock convoy? Well, we've done that before, too, yes.

It might be an approach.

What kind of an approach?

Suppose the news leaks out that the missile is taking a specific route, a

X.

Well, wouldn't that lead the sniper away from the real route?

We'd need a dummy missile.

There's no problem there.

We have an orientation model made of wood. We can put it on a regular

All right, then, let's try it.

But there's still a serious danger.

When he hits it, he'll find out it's a dummy. And the next thing he'll hit will

be the real one.

You'll only have one chance to pick him up.

We'll pick him up, sir.

Then let's get started.

Thank you, Mr. Ward.

Paul.

The Air Force will get us to Tucson. How many seats for the FBI?

One.

Think you can handle it alone?

Yes, sir.

Call me the minute you get in.

Right.

Lewis.

Lewis, I just talked to General Cameron. He wanted me to know privately that if

there's a delay in this launching, it could be catastrophic.

They're testing some vital new modification.

If we lose that missile, the United States is in serious trouble.

And you think I could do more in Tucson than here, don't you?

Arthur, both Cameron and Antonelli agree that there's no way on earth to stop a

fanatic's initial attack unless we know who he is, what he looks like, how his

mind works.

We haven't got time to try for an identification.

I think we have to try, Arthur.

I don't think we have any choice.

Lewis, do you understand what the stakes are here?

I understand.

You've got about 12 hours to find your man.

And one chance in over 180 million that you're right.

Good luck.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello, Marilee. How are you, sweetheart?

Hi, honey. I thought it might be you.

Were you in bed?

No, watching TV.

Kids okay?

Couldn't be sad to you. I told them, all right, you're riding high now.

but you just wait till your daddy gets home.

How are you?

Fine. Have you seen a doctor?

A sweetheart.

Joey, if there's something wrong, you ought to find out about it.

I know you're worried.

You've been like a stranger lately.

Marilee, will you please get off my back? I'm all right.

I'm sorry, honey. It's been a long day.

Any luck?

Yeah, some.

I placed two grows of that new item with a place called Burton's.

It's a big novelty store.

Wonderful.

Well, I just wanted to check in. You tell those kids Daddy said to shape up

else.

Well, where are you?

Tucson.

I hear that's quite a town. Are you going to stay out of trouble?

I will, honey.

Good night.

Yes, sir.

That does it.

Thank you very much.

Paul, I was just going to call you.

The ICC and California Division of Highway is just okay the last leg of the

alternate route. Well, in a business center, right?

Let's hope so.

It better be considerably more than a hope, mister.

As Major Slidell, a special agent of the FBI, the Major's going to command the

real convoy.

I understand my departure's been set back two hours.

Yeah, that's right, sir.

May I ask why?

So the mock convoy can get away well ahead of you.

Over my original route?

Mm -hmm.

While I'm slotted north on highways that are strange to me, through terrain I

don't even know.

We're hoping the fanatic won't know them either, sir. If there is a fanatic.

Major... Coffee, anybody?

Just let me say this.

I'm responsible to get that missile to Vandenberg in one piece and on time.

Now, I've checked over this alternate route, and I can state categorically

a worse one could have been picked. In my opinion, it's slow and it's

And in my opinion, Major, it may be the only thing that can save your missile.

Major.

All right, I've had my say and I'll shut up.

But this mythical fanatic better be worth all the trouble because there are

going to be some inquiries made.

I can promise you that.

Paul.

Oh, boy.

Come on, let's get some breakfast. We take off in about an hour.

Anything from Erskine?

Yeah, Paul, I talk to him about three o 'clock.

Our time.

He said they've narrowed the 190 million suspects down to a mere handful.

Less than 1 ,500.

That's some handful.

Well, what about Grenfell?

Where?

Colorado State Penitentiary.

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Ward, good morning.

Good morning. Have you seen Inspector Iskard?

Yes, sir. He's shaving. He said he'd be back, uh, well, any minute now.

You mean he was here all night?

Yes, sir.

Miss Lawrence?

Yes, I will.

Oh, Inspector.

Resident agent in Bartlett'sville wants you to call him right away.

Lewis, I've been on the phone with General Cameron. He wants to know two

Excuse me just one second. All right, Joe, get me Bartlett'sville, will you?

Yes, sir. Oh, and it just came in.

Subject dead, subject in prison, subject accounted for.

Where is your home? Resident agency, Bartlett'sville. This is getting

manageable. I'd like to know your definition of manageable.

Sixty -seven names. Sixty -seven.

Suppose your man isn't even on the list of known fanatics. Suppose the earth

crashes into the sun tomorrow, Arthur.

Do what you can and hope for the best. What more can you do?

You'd better hurry.

It's now 6 .48, Tucson time.

The convoy leaves at 7.

Resident Agent Benton, Bart, let's go.

Understood. Inspector, I'm not sure what we've got here, but I thought I might

as well check it out with you anyway.

It's in regard to your giant killer.

Have you got a lead?

Well, we may have.

I got in touch with the local police according to your instructions.

And among other possibilities, they mentioned a certain Mrs. Stallings had

lodged a complaint late yesterday about a man she suspected might have been a

child molester.

Yeah.

Mrs. Stallings said that she found her little girl talking to a male Caucasian

about 35.

The man was alone.

The little girl later told her mother that the man had been mumbling to

about giants.

Did she notice anything that could have been a radio transmitter?

And Mrs. Stalling said that the man had a large case of some kind, but she

couldn't tell what it was.

What time was that?

12 noon.

I don't suppose she got the license number?

No, sir, but she's positive the car's from out of state.

New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, something like that.

Could she describe the man to you?

She's going over that now with the artist.

I'll send the picture to you as soon as she gives it the okay.

Good, thank you, Benton. And see that Jim Rhodes got the copy. He's with the

convoy. Goodbye.

Joe, get me the breakdown by states. I want the names from New Jersey,

and Pennsylvania.

Yes, sir.

Getting closer, Art.

I'm close enough.

It's 7 -0 -1.

They're on the highway.

Yes, sir. My name is Rhodes, FBI. I'd like to ask you a couple questions about

me. Oh, sure.

You were contacted last night by a couple of agents. Yes, sir. They wanted

keep a record of the out -of -state cars that dropped by, huh?

I've got it right here.

Only three of them all from California.

Hey, what's this all about? The missile they're trucking up to Vandenberg?

Or is that supposed to be a secret?

Well, thanks for your help.

Pleasure.

Here you go, Jim.

Thanks, Paul.

Anything? Three out -of -state cars, all California.

I don't know.

I'm beginning to wonder if we might not be on a wild goose chase after all.

Well, let's hope we are.

Lead car to convoy. Come in.

How does it look back there?

Traffic extra light. No incidents.

Yeah, well, as soon as we see you, we'll go into the next checkpoint.

Roger.

If he ever does make a move, this is the kind of country he'll probably pick.

Let's go.

Sergeant, over here, Sergeant!

Already go back to the second checkpoint.

See if they can find access to that secondary road. Block it off.

You saw that wooden frame. He knows it's a fake.

They're going for the real one now.

This is it.

It just came in. We're opening the box now.

I think we've got some good fragments, Lou. It looks like some kind of rifle

grenade. Anything more on the cycle?

Nothing. We really combed that bluff. No tire tracks, no litter.

Listen, Lou, I'm sorry I let you down.

You didn't let me down. You tried something and it didn't quite work.

Where's the real convoy now?

They're right behind us. I brought in 20 more agents from the Southern

California area.

Believe me, our boy won't hit us from a secondary road next time.

Jim.

I hear they come now, Lou. I'll check with you later.

Mr. Ward just called. He'd like to see you right away.

I ought to have something for you on these fragments very shortly.

Thanks, John.

Who's he?

Oh, Mr. Erskine.

He's on the phone.

Dental camera?

Mr. Hoover.

Oh, you can go in now.

Oh, Jean, I'm expecting a call from Firearms Unit. Would you put it through

he comes in? Yes, sir.

Sit down, Lewis.

Bomb fragments just came in. John's checking them now. Sit down, Lewis.

We had one chance to catch that maniac and he got away.

Well, he's not going to get away again.

How soon can you pack?

You're making a mistake, Arthur. I asked you a question.

I can pack in ten minutes and leave whenever you say, but when we're this

close... Lewis, the man struck.

He attempted sabotage and he got away. That's all that counts.

Now, you had your twelve hours and they didn't pay off.

They will, Arthur.

The clue to that fanatic's identity is here, in that laboratory upstairs, at

end of those telephone lines.

That's a matter of opinion, isn't it?

And in this case, it's my opinion that's going to prevail.

That convoy has to get off the highway between dusk and dawn.

It's scheduled to stop tonight at Carperton, California. I expect you to

there when it beds down.

The Air Force will have a plane ready for you at 4 .30.

That's all, Lewis.

Yes?

Firearms examination called, sir. They'd like Inspector Erskine to come up

immediately. They say it's urgent.

This isn't a new grenade, Inspector. Shells of this type were used for the

time in 1942.

Could the public ever buy them for more surplus?

No, sir. Most of them were sold to the Allied nations 10, 15 years ago, and the

rest are in various military depots. Except for 12 grenades that were stolen

from the Army Ordnance Depot in Wilmington in 1961.

What was the disposition of the cave?

Unsolved.

Lewis, I don't care whether you leave from Washington or Wilmington or

but I want you on that Air Force jet when it lands at Copperton this

If you've already seen the burglary files, Inspector, the only additional

document I could show you would be the duty officer's report.

How many civilian employees does the depot have, Lieutenant? Oh, around 40.

Mostly G3s and 4s.

Clerks, typists, an accountant or two.

When an employee quits or is discharged under unusual circumstances, do you keep

his files separate? You bet we do, yes, sir.

We've got a cabinet full of oddballs.

Of course, some of them fell by the wayside as long ago as 20 years.

You know, sir, that's not a bad idea.

Whoever grabbed those rifle grenades knew his way around here pretty good.

It's going to take you forever to sift through all these files.

Well, let's see if we can't cut those odds down a little, Lieutenant.

We'll start with Alan Joshua R.

Not here, sir.

Butterlink Earl.

Not here, sir.

Donati Raphael.

Room 7.

I think you'll find everything in order. Fine.

Any good restaurants around?

Brass Rail. A block and a half south.

They don't open till 4, though.

Give you time for a swim.

You'll be all alone.

Not many people stop driving this early.

I'm waiting for some friends.

Oh, are they meeting you here? My place?

No, I came on ahead.

I figured at the rate they're driving, I'll have to stop at Copperton.

I'll find them.

Okay. Mr.

Walker.

Joseph Maurice?

Yes, sir.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Subject interviewed by security... Inspector Erskine.

I'm Special Agent Keeler from the Wilmington office.

Yes, sir. This wire photo just came in via Washington, Inspector.

It's from Bartlett'sville.

Recognize him?

No, sir, but he may have been before my time.

Subject interviewed by security officer Captain M. Hattison, 6 June 1961.

The subject's name appeared in a newspaper advertisement placed by a

communist front organization condemning U .S. defense policies.

Subject was cooperative during initial interview, stated that he had been

solicited by people at his home and was not quite aware just what the petition

would say, that he was duped into signing it.

Since subject duties were non -classified, Captain Hattison intended

further action.

The following day, Walker resigned.

Married, two children, prior employment, U .S. Air Force, G3, 1952 to 1955.

There should be a listing of special skills.

Hey.

Here we are.

Experienced in the care and maintenance of all Air Force firearms.

Both are able to send and receive wireless transmissions, although

Address, uh, 3 -1, 3 -1 Ridgely, Wilmington.

Mrs. Joseph Walker?

Yes. FBI.

My name is Erskine, this is Special Agent Keeler.

We'd like to talk to your husband, please, if he's home.

Well, no, he isn't.

What's this about?

Does Mr. Walker work in town, ma 'am?

No, he's a salesman.

Mainline Novelty Company, Philadelphia.

Do you know where he is now?

Somewhere in the southwest.

He called from Tucson.

Is this your husband?

Come in, please.

I knew there was something wrong.

He's in trouble again, isn't he?

Again?

Well, you must know his record, are you?

You wouldn't be here.

Someone came around after he wrote the president in 1961.

There was nothing secret about it. He signed his name.

Was that the veiled threat to bomb the Capitol?

Afterward, I asked him, why think of doing a thing like that?

And he said he didn't know. He just thought that somebody should...

Do something to stop all the wars.

Kill somebody. Blow up something.

To draw attention to peace.

He knew he was sick.

He committed himself to a hospital.

It was his own idea.

Everybody told me I should leave it.

I said, just let me handle my own life.

I love him.

He's trying. He's going to be all right.

Do you know where to contact him now?

No.

But he... He calls every night.

May we have permission to monitor your calls?

Yes, certainly. Anything.

Just help him.

Please.

Oh, welcome to Covenant Air Base, Inspector.

Still have a convoy? Yes, sir. We're dug in at the west edge of the city. Oh,

sir, I'd like to congratulate you and your men on their quick identification.

Jim's checked every hotel and motel in town after you sent Walker's name and

description. Any luck?

He's here.

Let's go. The Bel Air Palms Motel. He signed in as John W. Smith, but the

registered as Joseph Walker.

Now, Rose has had the motel staked out for about a half an hour now.

Jim? I'll check with you later, Inspector.

All right. Louie, you made good time.

What are you doing here? Oh, quiet.

That's, uh... That's Walker's car right over there.

Right in front of room seven.

The manager said he took a swim and then went to dinner about 4 .30.

I've... I've put two agents in the restaurant that the manager recommended

two in the room right next to Walker's.

Lou, I really fouled this one up.

Why do you say that?

I didn't get him.

And he didn't get the missile.

You pulled him away from the actual route. You bought his time to identify

Tracked him here.

You did the best you could.

Well, there just may be something to negate all that.

I got a search warrant as soon as we located the motel.

We found the grenades.

Now, you told me that he stole 12.

He fired one at the missile, he fired one at me.

Only 10.

There were nine.

He must have one with him.

Refill pill?

No.

I'm getting a little hungry.

Do you have the time?

Yeah, it's 20 after 5.

It's 20 past 8 in Wilmington.

It's time to call the missus.

Can you bust that up for me?

Yeah, sure.

I hear the brass rail's not a bad place to eat.

It's the best.

I think I'll give it a try.

There's four, and one is five.

Thanks.

Hello? Hi, honey.

It's the wandering soul. How are you?

Fine. Hi.

What's the matter?

What? You sound like you've got a cold or something.

No. No, I... Are the kids around?

They're in bed, Joey.

This early?

They were all tired out.

Marilee, are you crying?

I guess I'm tired, too.

Joey?

Where are you?

Carpenter, California. Why?

There's somebody with you.

No, Joey, I'm alone.

Goodbye, sweetheart. I love you.

Joey?

Please come home.

No, I can't, baby.

Goodbye. Kiss the kids for me.

Carpet in California.

Gentlemen, what can I get for you?

FBI. You know this man?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember him. He was in here a little while ago.

Did he say where he was going?

Let's see.

Yeah. Yeah, the brass rail for dinner.

Why, what'd he do?

We just want to talk to him, thanks.

It's the restaurant the motel manager mentioned.

If he's as spooked up as Keeler said, he probably won't go anywhere near it.

Yes,

sir? Erskine, any developments?

No, sir. The car's still there, but no sign of Walker.

All right, keep your eyes open.

Walker knows something's up.

Yes.

Right.

Thank you.

Convoy off at 6 .01, sir.

Estimated time of arrival at Vandenberg, 3 .30.

Well, he isn't coming back for the car.

Give me the latest stolen car report from the Coppin and police.

Yes, sir.

What's the matter, officer? What'd I do?

What's your name?

Elton Fredericks.

See your driver's license, please?

Sure, why not?

Yes.

Yes, I've got it.

Competent police just found a highway patrolman unconscious on the edge of

His clothes and his bike are gone.

19. 19.

I have Inspector Erskine for you.

Jim, how big a motorcycle escort are you carrying?

Four officers, two in front, two in the rear.

Check it.

If there's a fifth man, it may be Walker.

19 to trailer. Jim!

Get rid of that thing!

So

close.

So close.

Less than a minute to go.

She's beautiful isn't she?

I haven't been this nervous since my little girl graduated from grade school.

Status check. Range safety arm light on. Affirmative.

Range ready?

Ready. T -minus 27 seconds and counting.

All recorders and oscillographs are fast.

Vernier, start.

Come on, baby.

Come on, go.

Go.

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

And by the way, Mr. Rhodes,

Thank you.