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18 miles to Pendleton, Willard.

Any kind of luck will be unloaded back at El Toro before my kids go to bed.

He stayed with that detail that dipped those machine guns in cosmoline, right?

Yes, sir.

Weapons Officer Pendleton ain't gonna find one speck of rust if he looks them

over with a searchlight.

What's the trouble, Corporal?

There's a truck tailing us, sir.

I might be a farmer and I heard it get someplace.

Oh, fine.

Well, take it as fast as you can.

Yes, sir.

The boat's dead, babe.

Good.

Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks,

with guest stars James Farentino, Burt Reynolds,

Norman Fell.

Tonight's episode, All the Streets Are Silent.

Well, the cost of the guns is not important, Lewis. I agree with you.

To the act.

The act.

These thugs didn't knock over a deserted dime store in the middle of the night

with a claw hammer.

They did it in broad daylight, and they attacked the United States Marine Corps

vehicle.

And if we let them get away with it... And they set an example that makes any

federal installation a target.

Yes?

Oh, come on in, Rose.

Did you get a hold of the SAC, San Diego?

No, he's at the Naval Hospital.

One of the men was still alive when the highway patrol found the weapons

carrier.

So I left word for him to call you here.

That's Cullinan, isn't it?

Mm -hmm.

Well, he's a good man.

But I want you on the scene, too, Lewis.

Both of you.

Ward. San Diego calling Mr. Iska.

This is Iskin.

How are you, Inspector?

This is Cullinan.

All right, you have a witness to that hijacking, Ted?

Yes, sir, the guard on the weapons carrier.

The military authorities haven't been able to come up with any suspects, but

guard remained conscious long enough to give the ambulance driver a description

of the truck that stopped him.

It was a gray pickup, no markings.

He also heard one of the unsubs say they're both dead, babe.

I've alerted the border guards.

Tell me, is Steve Coleman still with San Diego Police Intelligence?

Yes, sir.

Well, my partner and I are coming out tomorrow. Set up an appointment with

will you?

Right. See you then.

If you've decided to go, hadn't you better

start making arrangements?

What? Oh, they're already made.

At least they better be.

Flight 7215.

I guess it's in San Diego at 4 p .m. their time.

Lewis, why didn't you tell me that before?

Why didn't you tell Mr. Ward?

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

What's the movie?

Syndicate Girl.

Sounds educational.

How was it?

Well, let me put it this way.

We don't need more agents to smash the bad guys. All we need are a couple of

good script writers.

Wiped them out, eh?

Bodies were piled up like cordwood. You know, I never knew what a dangerous

business I was in.

Make you want to get out, does it?

It's too late.

I'm hooked.

Like you.

That's it.

Read it. Gets pretty exotic around the third paragraph.

Since our last correspondence, we are now very happy to say that we are able

offer you an associate partnership immediately and a firm assurance that

confidently expect a full partnership within two years.

Jackson, Jackson, and Gearhart.

Corporation law?

Mm -hmm.

About $60 ,000 a year worth of corporation law.

That sounds tempting.

House in Georgetown?

Permanent staff of three.

Inspector Erskine?

Yes. I'm Bill Converse, San Diego field officer. How are you? This is Jim

Rhodes. How do you do?

The SAC wants to know if you wouldn't mind taking a little ride before

into your hotel.

Is this part of the regular tour?

Not exactly.

The highway patrol just found a great pickup.

Inspector, good to see you again.

Steve, we're partners. Tim Rhodes. How do you do, old man?

Ted Cullinan. How do you do?

No rest for the weary, huh?

I just thought you'd better have a look.

Passenger car met him here.

Yes.

We've already taken the two impressions. Now we have to get a cast of the

treads.

The Mexican border is about 18 miles due south. Now, apparently, they decided to

transfer the cases and the guns.

Why?

What?

Why didn't they just keep going?

As far as they knew, both the Marines were dead. There was no description of

truck.

Perhaps they were just being cautious.

Then why abandon it so close to the highway?

That's a point.

Any babes in your nickname file?

About 200.

Steve, do you have the syndicate here?

No. Nothing much organized.

At least not yet.

The word's out that the syndicate is in a dealing mood.

That is, if they can find anybody to deal with.

Someone strong enough to give the franchise to.

And strong enough to hold it.

And strong enough to knock over a government truck and pick up two dozen

at the same time.

This AR -18, Lou, what's it like?

Light, dependable.

.22 caliber, fires 1 ,200 rounds a minute.

Ideal weapon for an attack force.

Or a mob.

We could have a little Vietnam on our hands here.

What you say is true.

Let's talk to a local informant.

Somebody on the fringe.

Like who?

Like someone who doesn't seem to belong with us or with them.

Sure thing, buddy.

Coronado, Mission Bay, you name it.

Just drive around the block. We'll make up our minds in a minute.

Sure, buddy.

You look familiar to me.

Is that so?

Yeah. I never forget a face.

Frankie Metro.

He used to be a very good fighter a few years ago.

Papers said you were on your way to the title. Ten knockouts in a row.

Yeah, well, they were wrong.

I went for 11.

But the other guy started his string.

And when the doc woke me up, he said I was all through with fighting.

How's it been going since then?

Well, you get some good weeks with a hack, some bad ones.

Well, you must have made enough to get married.

I hear your wife's going to have a baby.

Who are you guys?

FBI.

What are you guys after? I'm clean.

You're out on bail.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Well, that's a great beef, let me tell you. I take a drunk halfway across town.

He's got empty pockets and he's got a big mouth.

So you belted him. That's right, I belted him.

So a train boxer hit someone that's a felony. So now they're looking to take

license away and send me to jail. That's a great beef.

You could make it easier on yourself if you were willing to cooperate.

Well, what do you guys got to do with the local rap?

Not a thing.

The state hopes to pick up a murder charge off our investigation.

You help us, you help them.

What are you on?

Hijacking.

Marine truck.

Guns.

Well, I couldn't tell you anything more than you read the papers.

Maybe you could find out more than we read in the papers.

Look, I know you guys got a job to do, but this time you picked the wrong guy

help you.

You've lived in San Diego all your life.

You hear people talk.

No, no, no, just forget it, forget it.

I've been a lot of things, but I've never been on a police payroll.

I can't turn in some poor loser for lousy buck.

This particular poor loser killed a 20 -year -old corporal and chopped up a

lieutenant with a wife and two kids.

Now, if those guns are in San Diego, what do you think they're going to be

for? Party favors?

How do I... You could find out.

It's not my problem.

You bet it's your problem.

Nothing goes away just because you close your eyes and stop your ears up. It's

here, and it'll get worse if the syndicate moves in.

What am I supposed to do, sweep it away with my little broom? You're supposed to

give us the broom.

Okay. And who's going to pay for my funeral?

Look, I don't like hoods and pushes any more than you guys do. And maybe, just

maybe, I've got better reasons.

But I got a wife.

And I got a kid on the way.

And what happens to them if something happens to me? Can you answer me that?

What happens to them if you won't lift a hand to help them?

Is that going to make your wife feel safer when she walks down the street

at night?

And who's your kid going to run to when the gangs move in with the needles and

the guns?

Ray?

What's the matter?

Nothing, Carolyn. Go back to sleep.

Are you mad at me?

Now, why would I be mad at you?

I don't know.

I've been so quiet.

Just all talked out.

The FBI offered me a nice job today.

Former. And what'd you tell him?

Nothing.

You know what could happen to me?

What do you?

Then why didn't you just tell him no?

I don't know. I guess I was just afraid to say anything one way or another.

I never knew Frankie Metcher to be afraid.

You didn't, huh?

What if I told you I sold you a bill of goods?

Why do they make it so tough to be a human being?

We should have been two bugs, Frankie.

Bugs?

Silkworm. Nothing to do but eat leaves and then spin a cocoon.

Then hide away and sleep.

You just have to worry about breaking up.

I talked to the office.

No word from Metro.

Looks like we struck out.

So I'll call Coleman this morning, see if he can come up with anybody else.

It's too bad Frankie might have helped us.

Well, man has problems.

Man's just scared.

You really think it's that simple? Don't you?

I think when you ask a man to re -examine his entire life, he'll pose

the toughest questions he'll ever have to face.

Lou, have you thought any more about that offer?

Could anything ever make you leave the Bureau?

What would you say if I told you I was seriously considering it?

Well, I'd be surprised.

But I'd say it was Lew Erskine's business.

I'm not sure it's not Barbara's business, too.

$60 ,000 a year.

That's a lot of money.

I've never been able to put anything aside before.

And $60 ,000 would only be the start.

Full partnership in two years.

My own law firm.

It's a temptation.

Well, you had breakfast?

No, sir.

Good. Go make some simple decisions like that. What do you like, drinks with one

eye open and just believe the tip? All righty.

Right.

Right. Give me the location again.

Okay, thanks, Hal.

The Mexican police found those gun cases in an old sedan down in Baja.

No prints.

They're flying the cases back for analysis.

You still think the machine guns are in San Diego, Lou?

Call him in.

Yeah, he's here.

Frankie Metro.

Yes, Frank.

Sure, what do we meet?

Right.

We're in business.

You must have gotten through.

Who knows?

We've had, what, an hour?

Not much against 28 years.

So I don't know what it's worth, but if the guns are in San Diego or coming to

San Diego,

The Murdoch brothers might have something to do with it.

Murdoch?

Yeah, well, they're kind of big in my neighborhood.

Women dope a few books, and they're ambitious.

They know a few of the boys back east show them around when they're in town.

But anyway, I took a fare out to their motel. A pretty Spanish girl wanted to

see Mike.

She was in the office talking to Jess for a few minutes.

When she came out, she was all confused.

Seems Jess had told her Mike was running the bulls down in Tijuana.

You lost me.

Well, I thought maybe these bulls might be wearing some uniforms.

And Mike could have been planning something for them to find.

Like a pickup truck, a sedan, a couple of gun cases?

I'd like to take a look at this motel.

Any chance of getting a man in one of those cabins?

Well, the no vacancy sign is on 24 hours a day.

They use the cabins for someone who's a little hot.

Cut a little heroin in the office.

Every so often, the narcotics squad hits it. By the time they get over the fence

and past the dogs, they usually flush down the drain.

All right, we'll make arrangements for you to be transferred to this area.

Then you'll get any calls from the motel.

Just keep your ears open.

Pretty quiet here, except for those dogs.

Yeah.

Sometimes the whole South Side is like that.

It's as if we all lived on one long street.

Sometimes, nothing but weddings and parties, dancing.

And other times it's so quiet, as if we were all holding our breaths, afraid to

make the first sound.

Because if you do, somebody will come around to quiet you.

Arrested, 1955.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Case dismissed.

Arrested, 1957.

Possession of heroin.

Sentence, San Quentin.

Parole, 1959.

Arrested, 1959.

Suspicion of murder.

Nice fellow, Michael Murtaugh.

Nothing since 1959.

And nothing much in the way of convictions before.

The last time Brother Jess went to jail was in 55.

They've gotten sophisticated.

Other of these men have a nickname.

Jess is the old wolf.

Mike, they sometimes called him... Babe.

Hello, Jesse.

How'd it go?

Beautiful. How many girls did you buy bathing suits for this trip? Don't help

me, I lost count. That's $1 .30, Mike.

Hey, I keep changing. You remember Frankie Metro, don't you?

Sure, I think he's been going for you, Chance. Good, good.

Come on in, I'll show you the armory. All right.

Lieutenant indicated he recognized Michael Murtaugh.

Lieutenant, is this one of the men who attacked your vehicle?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck.

Well, good, Jim. Pick you up in 45 minutes.

They only allowed Rhodes a few questions, but Richardson said he

Mike.

He's asleep now.

Better keep a man there day and night.

Well, that'll make Captain Coleman happy.

He can cross off John Doe from one of the murder warrants and write in Michael

Murtaugh.

Coleman.

Yes, he's here.

Hello?

Yes, Frank.

Mike's back from running the Bulls.

Jess sent me down to the bus station to pick him up.

That means whatever he drove down there, he left.

What about the guns?

Well, I drove Mike up to the motel, and as I was turning the cab around, I heard

Jess say, come on up, I'll show you the armory.

Good, that seems to be what we want.

Listen, how do you figure on getting past those dogs?

We'll get some knockout pellets from the zoo.

Uh, I'm gonna leave town, okay?

Monterey, I got an uncle up there. Give me a place on his fishing boat.

Good luck, Frank. Keep in touch.

Thanks.

Listen, uh, if I helped you, I'm not sorry.

I thought I would be.

But I'm not.

Hi, Mike.

Hey, champ.

Looked like you saw a ghost.

Put the kitchen things in a box if you want to take it out to the car.

As soon as I finish here.

I called my mother and I told her we were going away for a while.

You didn't tell her where?

No. You said nobody, so I guess that means nobody.

But it was hard.

She's worried about the baby coming so soon.

Honey, there are hospitals in Monterey.

She loves me, Frank.

She loves you.

She's a little sorry you threw your life away on an ex -boxer with frost on his

brain.

Frank, does our going away have anything to do with you hitting that customer?

Honey, I beat that rap.

Then I don't understand.

Well, don't try to understand!

Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you that way.

Look, that charge is going to be dropped because I gave the FBI and the state

what they wanted.

I turned a couple of people for them.

Why do they want the people?

Well, they killed a Marine.

Is the FBI going to pay you?

No, honey, I wouldn't take any money.

But then you did the right thing, didn't you?

Maybe.

Then why are we running away?

Because it's probably safer.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I just hope to God I'm not putting you into any danger.

Carolyn, you're the best thing that's ever come to me.

You and this kid.

I need you so much.

It's going to be better up north.

It's going to be better for the baby, too.

We got somebody out there, Jesse.

Michael Murtaugh, this is the FBI.

We have warrants for your arrest.

I order you to come out with your hands above your heads.

Tiger! Tiger! The back!

Get the air gas. We're too far away.

You'll never be able to plant it where you want it.

We'll go to the bulldozer.

We'll give you a covering volley.

But stay behind that shield until it's over.

You got it!

You got it!

Lisa Redner, you got it!

Get your hands up.

FBI, get up against that wall.

Over against the wall.

Feet apart.

Let's get him out of here. Yeah.

Well, like I say, we were approached by a man who said he had some obsolete

Mexican police guns.

I sent Mike down to look at them, and then we smuggled them across the border.

Yeah, are you trying to tell me you thought they were obsolete police guns?

Well, they looked obsolete to me.

Who's your contact with the syndicate?

What's the syndicate?

Suppose I told you that Lieutenant Richardson positively identified your

as one of the men who wounded him and killed Corporal Eaton.

Well, I'd say a badly wounded man made an understandable mistake.

What does my brother say?

Honest, I wasn't sure you were really FBI agents until I saw this building.

Well, the U .S. commission will hold a preliminary hearing on the federal

charges, and tomorrow Judge Leverett will arraign them for receiving and

possession of stolen property.

Won't the murder charges take precedence?

Right. The U .S. attorney will ask the judge to take the federal case off

calendar.

Coleman has Mike in the county jail.

What did Mike have to say?

He couldn't believe we were really FBI men. He thought it was a pose like,

quote, the St.

Valentine's Day massacre, unquote.

Yeah, well, he'll think he's been in a massacre when that murder rat hits him.

I wouldn't count on it.

I've got some bad news.

What's that?

Richardson died five minutes ago.

He never regained consciousness after Jim left.

So the state has no physical evidence and no witnesses.

Well, Richardson identified the photo.

Well, that's good enough for a warrant.

We'll never get a conviction with the only eyewitness under the ground.

The federal charges stick or they're home free.

U .S. versus Jess and Michael Murtaugh.

It was my understanding that at this time there would be a motion to postpone

the hearing so that the defendant, Michael Murtaugh, could be arraigned on

more serious state charge.

Your Honor.

We've been advised that the district attorney is not prepared to arraign the

defendants at this time. The government requests a five -day postponement until

the district attorney has decided on a course of action.

Your Honor, defense strenuously objects.

Bail has already been posted on federal charges.

And to hold these men in jail while county authorities shift about for some

means of shoring up a collapsing murder charge seems an unreasonable harassment.

The government's motion is denied.

Mr. Klein, you may begin to offer testimony.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The government calls Lewis Erskine.

Inspector Erskine, would you tell us how long you've been employed by the FBI?

We will stipulate that Inspector Erskine is a qualified law enforcement officer.

Thank you.

Inspector Erskine.

On the night of March 24th, 1965, did you, in company with other federal

officers and local police, assemble outside of a motel located at 1315

Vistare in San Diego County?

Yes, sir.

Did you have a search warrant?

Yes, sir.

Your Honor, the defense objects to the inspector giving us any information

the raid until we have established just why he and this army array were

assembled.

Inspector...

What did the search warrant authorize you to look for?

Two dozen AR -18 submachine guns.

And what caused you to believe the guns were on those premises?

I, uh, obtained the information from a reliable source, Your Honor.

Your Honor, a long list of decisions has established the right of the defendant

to be informed of the identity of his accusers at any stage in the proceedings

against him.

Mr. Barker, is it your intention to ask for a dismissal of the charges if such

information is not in the record?

It is.

Mr. Klein?

Mr. Erskine, do you personally know who it was?

Yes, sir, I do.

Inspector, the purpose for the identification is to make it possible to

this man into the courtroom.

Examine him as to motive and reliability.

I understand that, Your Honor, but I'm under an obligation not to reveal my

source.

This hearing is recessed until Monday the 29th at 10 a .m. All concerned

will return at that time.

The witness is temporarily excused.

Your Honor, I strongly object.

Mr. Barker, I scheduled this hearing in the belief that it would be brief. Quite

obviously, it is not going to be.

General, we'll have to go back with the marshals.

Luan's been recalled.

He should be on the streets in a couple of hours.

Very good day's work, consular.

Beginning to think you're worth all that money.

Looks like it's all downhill.

Yeah, unless they come up with the name of the rat.

If so, maybe we can come up with it first.

What mall did this one crawl out of?

Maybe not a wall, Jesse. Maybe a taxi cab.

Hmm?

Every other day when I came home, Frankie Metro picked me up at the

So?

Well, I saw him again later down on Mission Street in the phone booth.

He saw me darn near jumped out of his skin.

Hmm?

That's worth looking into.

I'd better check what the champ's been doing with his time lately.

You know where he lives?

No, but I know where I can find out.

You saw what we're up against, Inspector.

Judge Leverett gave us a break today. He can't do it twice.

I told Frank he was through.

He didn't want to give us information in the first place.

He risked his life and he wouldn't take a dime for it.

Well, the choice isn't mine.

But if he isn't persuaded to appear and be available for testimony, then we're

going to have to dismiss the federal charges.

The federal charges are all we have left now.

You said it yourself, Inspector.

If the Murtaugh's can get away with thumbing their noses at the federal

government, the syndicate will have the strongmen they need here.

There'll be more hijacking, more gang wars, and more bloodbaths.

Suppose he does testify and you still fail to convict.

Murtaugh brothers walk out and a couple of weeks later or a couple of months, a

couple of years, they decide they'll get around to my informant.

No. No, if he decides to testify, I promise you we'll convict.

Give me the chance.

Any idea where Frank is, Lou?

Yes, he's out of town in the home of an uncle. I can't tell you where, but I

made sure the local police will watch the house.

Well, there's nothing to tie up Metro with us.

Isn't there?

I'll give you odds the Murtaugh brothers have a mental list of everyone they've

seen or talked to since they walked away from that weapons carrier.

And Frank Metro's name is on that list.

As the man said, it's a dead -end street.

Hey, Frank.

Well, Frank.

You got a minute?

Sure.

I, uh, read about that lieutenant dying. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah, among other things, he was our one witness to the Eaton killing.

Well, you'll get him on the guns.

And we're not sure about that either.

I don't understand.

Guns were there. They shot it out with you.

Frank, yesterday in court, the defense demanded I give them the name of the

informant.

And you told them?

No.

No, the judge recessed.

Look, Mr. Erskine, what do you want? What are you doing here?

We can't convict the Murtaugh's unless you're identified and available for

testimony.

Now, you understand, I'm not putting any kind of pressure on you.

Wait a minute, Mr. Oskar.

Are you... Are you absolutely sure that the case will blow without my testimony?

No question about it.

Well, look, I... I want to do the right thing, but I've got a responsibility to

my wife, and...

Well, I gotta make sure that she goes along with it.

All right, I'll drive you to your uncle's.

She's not there. She's at the hospital. The baby came.

Congratulations.

Are the Monterey police covering the hospital?

No, they wanted to, but I insisted they forget about it.

I mean, who'd be crazy enough to hurt anybody in the hospital?

Let's get over there.

You've got a lot of hair.

You think we ought to call a barber, Mrs. Metro?

I guess it could wait until I get him home.

I'd better take him back to the nursery.

I'll bring him back again tonight, and your husband can get a good look.

Okay. Bye -bye, handsome.

Be a good boy.

You have some visitors.

Oh.

It must be my husband's cousins.

It's a nice -looking boy you got, Mrs. Mitchell.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just keep your mouth shut?

Now we're going to get out of here, Mrs. Metro. We're going to take a little

trip around the peninsula.

So be careful what you say.

I don't know you. That's fine. Let's just keep it that way. Come on. Come on.

Dr. Westover, Dr.

Westover, please, will you call your exchange?

Carolyn looks awfully pale. We thought we'd take her to the sunroom.

Well, it's a little early.

But how do you feel, Mrs. Metro?

Would you like to get some sun?

Dr. Marsden, Dr.

Marsden, please report to surgery immediately.

Not just them!

Frank, you're hurt. Let them... I'm all right. I'm all right. Let them look at

it.

Long street, huh?

Inspector, I want to go back with you.

I want to testify.

And you would be available for further testimony, Mr. Metro, if such testimony

should be required.

Yes, sir.

Court will hold the defendant to answer as charged.

Trial is set for the 15th of April.

The court sees a clear intent on the part of the defendant to flout the

process, extending to terror and violence.

Bail is revoked.

Inspector, you ever need any help, you let me know.

I may just do that, Frank.

You know, now that it's over, I, uh... I know I did the right thing.

It feels right.

Does that make sense?

You bet it does.

You stood up to be counted when you were needed.

I always knew you would, Frank.

It's funny, you, uh... You try to turn your back on the whole thing, bury your

head in the sand, hoping that all the Murtaugh's will go away, but... They

won't.

Unless somebody puts them away.

You knew that.

You knew something else, too.

It's a lot tougher to sit there and do nothing than it is to get up and be a

citizen.

U .S. Attorney's Office, San Diego.

Attorney Barker representing Jay Murtaugh appeared at Judge Leverett's

this date.

Plea changed to guilty.

Good.

Well, you're busy, so I'm gonna... Oh, wait a minute. Maybe you can help me.

How do I say thanks, but no thanks, to Jackson, Jackson, and Gerhardt?

Hmm.

Well, let's see.

Yeah, why don't you say that, uh...

Since the old days of gangsterism are dead, you find yourself largely an

administrator with occasional scientific criminal investigation and so forth and

so forth and so forth.

Tell them the pay's good, the hours are short.

Why give up all the serenity for the tensions of a law practice, right?