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Good night.

Hey, wait a minute. Who owes for what? Ruth, you paid for my tip, didn't you?

Forget it.

No, I don't like that.

Listen, we'll settle it up at the office.

It's so late now, your dad will wonder where you are.

No, he won't. He's at a meeting.

Will you go to bed?

All right, but don't let me forget.

I won't, I promise.

All right, good night.

All right, let's not forget.

The FBI,

a Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production, starring

Ephraim Zimbalist, Jr., also starring Philip Abbott,

Stephen Brook, with guest stars Andrew Duggan,

Robert Dreyfuss.

Tonight's episode, The Bomb That Walked Like a Man.

What's this, Sunday morning and you're not in your workshop with your woofers

and tweeters? My hi -fi can wait.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah. I'll just be a second, Tori.

All right, Lou.

What's happened?

We got a phone call today from Lakefoot, just outside of Wilmington.

The man reports his daughter's been missing for a little over 30 hours.

At first he figured that she had decided to spend the weekend with her

girlfriend. And then he got the phone call.

It was a male voice.

Lots of obscenity and threats.

He admitted kidnapping the girl, but he refused to discuss ransom.

Well, he found out why 20 minutes ago.

Pelham County Police in Pennsylvania reported a couple of kids stumbled over

woman's body just over the state line.

And the description fits Cheryl Stanford.

Stanford? Yeah.

She's the daughter of the Lakeford chief of police.

Preliminary indications are that she was not criminally assaulted.

Just taken away from her own home in the middle of the night, driven a few miles

and murdered.

No reason?

No apparent reason.

Whatever it turns out to be, the point's the same.

Kidnapper picks a policeman's daughter. He's not only saying the law is

helpless, he's saying there is no law.

Who's on the case?

SRA woman.

It's Lee Nelson.

Listen, I want to get a line on this man before the story hits the wire

services. Jim is already over there.

I want you to be with Stanford when he identifies the body.

Yeah, I'll get right on it, Lewis. I'll do my best.

I'm sorry.

At least we could have quit when I was ahead.

That's all right, Lewis. We'll finish it another time.

How's Stanford?

Well, he's not bad. He's with some friends right now.

He took the girl's body to the morgue in Pelham County, Pennsylvania.

Stanford will be leaving soon.

Did you find anything here?

Well, apparently somebody was waiting in the bushes for the girl. We found some

cigarette ashes, some shoe prints, and a partially burned safety match in here.

Who was the last one to see the girl? Her father?

No, she went to dinner and a movie with some girlfriends.

They drove her back here about 11 .30.

The following morning, the father went to the girl's room, saw the bed hadn't

been slept in, so checked with her friends.

What's their story?

Well, they said that they dropped her off, saw her go inside, and drove off

themselves. They didn't see or hear anything suspicious.

Sir, this is Inspector Erskine. He'll be in charge of the case.

Assistant. Inspector.

I've just been thinking, Inspector, that might not be my Cheryl down at the

morgue. No, sir, it might not be.

Shall we find out?

I guess so.

It's hard to raise a daughter alone. You see, my wife has been dead for ten

years now.

I don't know all of Terrell's friends. She was very popular.

Did the coroner say how long she'd been dead before?

About eight hours.

And she was gone before I got the call.

If it is my girl.

Yes, sir.

What sort of person would do a thing like that?

Well, where do I go next?

Home.

You're rejected. You have a solar burn of the left eye.

You don't understand.

How can I be rejected? I'm a volunteer.

I want to get out of this country.

What happens if I join the Navy and see the world?

Join the Merchant Marine and see the world.

I'm sorry, mister.

Next man, please. I don't want to join the Merchant Marine.

I want to join the Navy. I want to go places. I want to see things.

I want to... Next man, please.

You don't understand.

You're shoving me.

Everyone's always shoving me. You don't understand.

I want to be in the Navy. You want to go home.

I serve this nation and you make a federal case out of it.

It's on the army, boy.

That's my daughter.

All right, thank you, Mr. Stanford.

Inspector.

I've been a policeman for the last 30 years.

I've known the deceased for the last 20. I'd like to sit on the case. Maybe I

could be of some help.

Yes, you might. And we'll very likely be calling on you later.

But not now.

Inspector, don't you understand?

I'll, uh... I'll take you back, sir.

around at the time that you wish you had.

At times like this, I wish I had chosen some other profession.

Any other profession.

What was the cause of death, doctor?

38 bullets through the heart.

Oh, your lab man from Washington called.

The slug's being sent by courier.

Here's something else.

Her wrists were bound behind her back with that.

Any cuts or bruises?

Yes. I wasn't going to go into it with the father here.

But there were multiple contusions all over her entire body. She had been

beaten.

And she had also apparently been dragged by the shoulders for a considerable

distance. There were bad scratches on her legs.

I hope, Inspector, you get this particular killer soon.

I hope you get your wish, Doctor.

The prime minister met privately with the president in his office for 55

minutes. So the traveling salesman left town and the farmer never knew what

happened to his wagon.

The presidential press secretary is expected to have something to say on the

subject at a meeting with the press.

Hey, can I have some service?

The prime minister will leave Washington tomorrow morning. Where's the

cafeteria?

What do you have?

A beer. Huh?

Beer, and turn that thing off, will you?

How?

We had a party here last night.

I didn't get to bed till 5 .30. I've got a headache.

Nothing could make me happier than to find someone to tangle with.

So if you want to be first in line... This

just ain't my day.

Would you give me a beer, please?

The plague, known as the Marshals of Freedom, has returned to the Lakeford

Philip Leonard... and his private army have moved lock, stock, and arsenal onto

the grounds of the Johannes Military Academy, vacant since the death of its

founder in 1961.

Now, although the right of an American citizen to purchase and possess arms is

not a question here, the right of demagogues to organize private armies,

are frequently at odds with local police and military forces, seems highly

debatable. To examine this particular demagogue, We've prepared a series of

programs to air on this channel beginning tonight at 8.

This is Rod Patrick reminding you to tune in for part one of Father Image for

Misfits.

Nelson,

did you find anything significant?

Nothing much, sir.

This book of safety matches was found under the body.

Could belong to the murderer or to the girl or to a passerby.

Is this where he parked?

Yes, sir.

Indications are that he forced the girl up this path.

What are our tire impressions?

Nothing clear enough to use.

He took the trouble to brush out any marks he made.

Where was the body found?

I'll show you, sir.

The girl evidently walked into this area at gunpoint.

Then here she either fell or was struck down.

She was dragged to this point.

She was apparently still putting up quite a struggle.

We stopped here, and from the amount of blood we found on the ground, this is

where the shooting occurred.

And he made no attempt to bury the body or destroy any evidence?

None, except for the tire marks he rubbed out.

Strange mixture.

Savage is violent and...

occasionally cautious.

Where do we look for that combination?

I'd like to talk to you.

Come on, hurry up.

This is private property.

Why? That's quite a uniform.

What do you want?

Well, I'd like to talk to somebody about joining the Marshals.

You'll have to talk to Commander Payne.

Yeah, fine.

You'll have to pay for your uniform and buy your own gun.

But I've got a gun.

38 Special.

I know, I know.

Where is he? What's happening?

All right, then. Where is he and what's happening?

Nothing.

Art, I can't remember a case I wanted to break so badly.

We'll run into more blind alleys.

A girl was taken on her own doorstep.

A thickly populated residential area and not a soul saw or heard anything.

We have a murder bullet, very clear markings, not a single lead on the

What about the match you mentioned in your report?

I'm on my way to the lab now. They may have a tie between the match and the

folder, but there are no prints in the folder.

Not even any advertising that might give us a clue to the location.

Anyway, I'll drop by your office with a full report.

All right.

I'd say the match found in the Stanford shrubbery definitely came from the book

picked up at the scene of the murder, Inspector.

Let me see that match a minute, would you?

Thank you.

What about the direction of the tear?

Looks to me as though the subject might have been left -handed.

Very likely, yes, sir.

What's this?

It's a lab report on the material used to tie the girl's hands.

It's doorbell wire wound with cotton and then twisted shut.

There was a minute amount of dirt in the insulation.

By new demand?

That's what the examiner said, yes, sir.

The installation should have been packed with dirt. The girl was dragging her

back for several feet.

Where are the pictures of the body? Mr. Ward's office.

This evening, reach the Pelham County Courthouse for me. I'll be with Arthur.

And bring me the enlargements in the drag area.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Harmon, was it? Hillman, sir. Hillman. Oh, yes.

Well, Private Hillman, how have you been getting along? Oh, fine, just fine,

sir. No complaints about these Spartan life?

No, no, I like it fine.

Excuse me, it's my turn.

All that vitality.

New blood, Carrie.

That's what this organization needs.

You don't find him a little cocky?

Cocky?

Refreshing.

With a thousand recruits like that, I couldn't.

What's happening to the majority of Americans, Gary?

So soft and concerned.

Can't they see what's happening to the race?

We work so hard, make so little

headway.

I wonder whether it's worth the struggle.

Don't you think every leader's felt that way, Phil?

Before his revolution?

He's choking. Come on. Hey.

Let up, man.

Hey, let up.

That's enough.

That's enough.

From the photographs, Doctor, it seems to me as if the wire had been wound

fairly tightly around her wrist, and yet the color of the flesh both above and

below the wire was roughly the same.

Roughly? Yes, I see what you're suggesting, Inspector.

As a matter of fact, I expected to note that in my report.

Under the circumstances, the hand should have been cyanotic, blue in color.

With the wire bound that tightly, the blood below the wrist would have

almost immediately after she was shot.

Then presumably the wire wasn't tied around her wrists until after she was

Pointless as it seems, apparently that's true.

All right, sir. Thank you very much.

Let me see one of those.

What are you trying to say, Lewis?

That the girl's hands were not secured at all before she was killed?

I think I'm trying to say that they may have been secured with something else

first. Rope?

No, look here.

Rope wouldn't have done that.

The dirt's been gouged out in a double track.

Something metallic tied around each wrist.

Something that could have identified him.

So he took it off.

Then he killed her, and then when he noticed how badly bruised the wrists

he retied them with the wire, so that would account for the chafed skin.

Something metallic.

handcuffs? We couldn't be looking for one of Stanford's own patrolmen, could

But the important and difficult thing to realize here is that Philip Leonard

Payne and his followers are in deadly earnest.

They wear uniforms, not clown costumes.

They carry guns, not cap pistols.

They preach hatred, not Americanism.

They are revolutionaries, as purely as Mussolini's black shirts.

No, leave it.

Let's never be afraid to study the face of the enemy, Hillman.

It isn't Medusa, it's just Mr.

Patrick. Yes, sir.

I was wondering why you weren't at mess with the rest of the men.

Oh, well, sir, I wasn't hungry.

Tired after your workout?

Yeah, I was kind of keyed up.

I want to apologize for getting a little out of hand out there on the field.

You don't have to apologize.

Movements like ours could never get off the ground without soldiers like you,

Hillman.

I just hate to see your energies misdirected.

You don't want to cripple our whole army even before we have a chance to march,

do you?

There's the type of man you should practice your judo on.

Parents were Irish immigrants.

Why can't people learn to stay in their own backyard?

and his whole family deported.

Family?

Six sons.

Can you believe it?

Any daughters?

One.

Eighteen.

Very pretty, too.

What were you thinking of, Hellman?

Infiltrating the enemy camp by marrying the girl?

It's something like that.

It boils down to a question of what do you do with your time?

How to get from one sleeping pill to the next.

Thank you.

I'd rather work than stay at home, so what was it you wanted me to check on?

Any recent dismissals or suspensions.

Oh, yes.

Inspector, I don't like to tell you you don't know your business, but when you

come into my office looking for a kidnapper... We're looking for a man who

have borne you a grudge, Mr. Stanford.

Why aren't you looking for a man that might have borne my daughter a grudge?

We have been.

Apparently, Cheryl was very well liked, sir.

No problems at the office, no rejected boyfriends, nothing like that.

Oh, senseless.

Senseless.

If the man hated me, why didn't he come and attack me?

Would that have hurt you as much?

Anything else would have been done with by now, but this... This is like a

horror story that I have to sit through over and over again.

And the fantasies.

I used to pitch a whole game of ball in my mind to get myself asleep at night.

Now I kill this man.

I can't see his face.

But I can feel my hands around his throat.

I hear his neck snap.

Oh, yes.

There were two cases of disciplinary action taken during the last six months.

Both men were back on duty the night of the murder. Both can be accounted for

during the entire time in question.

No other suspensions, no dismissal.

Unless, uh... Unless what?

I was just going to say, unless you consider an application turned down and

dismissed.

Depends on how the applicant felt about it. Well, he was extremely upset. He had

brought along his own handcuffs and gun.

Mary.

Just, uh, why was he turned down, sir?

He failed the eye examination.

He asked to see me about it. He placed very well on both the oral and the

written exams.

I gave him an interview and I told him we couldn't make exceptions.

What was his reaction to that?

He accused me of personal bias and he shouted.

Threats? Yes.

Do you remember if he smoked?

Yes, he did.

You didn't notice if he was left -handed?

Vernon Hillman.

Oh, yes, that's Dale.

He did live here, but he don't anymore.

He is the sweetest boy.

He's all alone in the world, you know.

Used to call me Mom.

When did he move, Mrs. Gibbons?

Well, he come by yesterday to get his clothes.

He said he joined the Army, and I told him, I said, now, Dale, don't you let

send you to Vietnam.

And I guess he laid down the law because I heard he's serving right here in

Lakeford. Here, ma 'am?

Yes, at the Johannes Military Academy. It's on Fairfield Road.

He told you that?

No. Commander somebody called to ask if they could help him transfer his things.

I thought that was nice.

Well, thank you, Miss Giddens. You're welcome.

You know, it seems like everybody's trying to find Dale these days. A man

Stanford called just before you two drove up.

You're welcome.

Say, you know, Dale isn't my real son, but do you think it'd be all

right if I'd put a star in the window anyway?

Stanford's not in his office.

He didn't tell anybody where it was going.

Did you try his home?

No answer.

Fairfield Road. Right.

Better take it

Inspector

what brings you out here same thing that brought you

Wouldn't you know that's where our boy would hole up?

Mr. Stanford. Inspector, I wish you'd relax. I don't intend to kill him.

I just want to pick him up when he walks out and ask him a few questions.

Why don't you approve of that?

Not at this stage.

Why not at this stage?

Because if he's innocent, you'll be wasting your time.

And if he's not...

I'd be giving him a chance to get rid of his handcuffs and gun.

Well, Inspector, I've got to talk to him.

As a policeman?

Or as Charles Sanford's father?

What do you want me to do, step out of the case?

Yes. I won't.

I've already told you I've been a policeman for 30 years. I'm not about to

up just because... And you know, kidnapping is a crime, even in Lakeford,

Inspector.

I have as much right in this case as you do.

I know that.

What would be the FBI's approach?

Well, we'd try to establish or eliminate a ballistics connection between

Hillman's gun and the murder bullet.

Well, how?

You don't have enough for a search and seizure warrant.

You'd have to pick up the gun before... Not the gun itself.

The bullet fired from the gun.

Big one out of the target?

Mm -hmm.

You still got those gates to get through.

Phil Payne is not about to put out the red carpet for an FBI man or any legally

constituted law officer.

When's the next public rally?

Same time as my girl's funeral.

Of course.

Keep it up.

Close your ears to the truth.

Choke down the facts.

I'm used to the ignorance of the great unwashed American public.

I know an organized clack when I hear it.

And I know who organized this clack.

The sainted Mr. Rod Patrick.

Yeah, there you go. And I was an American for you.

Yeah, Patrick.

Yeah.

What's the matter with you, bud?

Cat got your tongue?

Why don't you close that big mouth of yours and listen to what the commander

to say?

You might even learn something.

What are you, some kind of a Nazi?

No, my fat -headed friend.

He's some kind of a patriot.

And I suggest you take your hands off him before...

Let him

go. There are only three to one against us.

You sound like a fighter.

How do you?

I can use fighters in my organization.

Ever thought of joining me?

Is that an invitation?

Buy your own uniform.

Bring your own gun.

Come in.

At ease.

Another new roommate for you, Private.

John Lewis Dale Hillman.

Well, welcome to this place.

Hillman.

I think this bunk over here is still available.

You'll find pillows, sheets, and blankets in that closet, I believe.

For Lewis.

That's yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Dinner's in an hour. I'll see you in the mess hall. Well, if there's still time,

I'd like to practice out in the range a little bit.

I think that can wait until tomorrow, Lewis, can't it?

Well, uh...

Woo!

What are you bucking for?

Private Eager Beaver First Class?

Let's see now, Hellman.

You're the one who can do just about everything but shoot straight.

Yeah, Phil and I were talking about it on the way in.

Phil and you.

Yeah, does that bother you, Private?

What are you bucking for?

Apple polish your first class?

What did he say about my shooting?

He said you shoot high and to the left.

I used to be an instructor. I said I'd try to help you.

Uh -oh.

Is that right?

Yeah. What kind of a gun do you use?

38 Special.

Well, it's still light. Why don't you show me where the range is?

Commander said we should wait until tomorrow.

And you always do what the commander says.

Give me the gun.

Are you afraid?

You know, when I first got here, I had to straighten out the boys on rank.

I mean, first there's the commander, right?

And then there's the adjutant, Carrie.

And then there's me.

And all the way down at the end of the line, there's the newest recruit.

You.

And the newest recruit ain't gonna teach me anything.

Do you understand?

Just say yes, sir.

You won't pull that trigger, Hillman.

Why do you say that?

Because you're not a good enough shot. You might hit me.

And then you wouldn't even be Private Hillman.

Oops.

High and to the left.

My same old problem.

What'd I do wrong, instructor?

Well... What happened?

Well, it was an accident, sir. I didn't know my gun was loaded.

I hope I didn't frighten you, Private.

I'll talk to you later, Hillman.

Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you.

I repeat, dismissed.

Well, you've had a rough indoctrination into our little group, Lewis.

I apologize.

He's a dangerous man, Commander.

Yes, but that's his value.

I need more men like him.

I need people to listen to me.

People are listening.

I hope so.

Let's go to dinner. Well, I thought I'd go home and get a few things, if you

don't mind.

Go ahead.

Any luck?

Are you sure it's from his gun?

I'm sure.

How are you and I keeping in touch?

There's an extension in the dormitory.

555 -8017.

If Ballistics comes up with a match, you'll be Jones TV.

If not, Smith's Market.

It'll match.

Incidentally, Hillman's been showing a good deal of interest in Rod Patrick's

daughter.

I bought a copy of this paper on the way over.

Hillman had cut out that article.

You don't blast Payne's outfit without making a few waves.

Think he might try paying her a call, Inspector?

Maybe I ought to post a couple of men out there just in case.

Even if the bullets match, Mr. Stanford, he deserves a chance to surrender.

Of course.

Tell firearms I'll need an answer as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

It's a match. You've got your murder weapon.

Good.

Hello, get me Lakeford, Delaware, 555 -8017.

Those kids, they really know how to dance, huh?

Yeah.

Is this Jones TV?

Huh? Jones TV.

Look, look it up again. That's the operator.

Who was that?

Wrong number.

What'd they want?

I don't know. Some television outfit.

Where's Hillman?

Look. What's the difference? Will you watch the television or get out of here?

Don't shoot.

Take that gun out of the belt and drop it to the ground.

What's going on out there? You people stay in that house.

The right hand.

FBI, Hellman, do as he says.

What'll the charge be?

Carrying a concealed weapon or kidnapping?

Kidnapping and murder.

You can tie him into the weapon now.

What do you think he'll get?

20 years?

Life? The gallows?

It's up to the people.

You look pretty good out there.

Arthur, bring a ton of shoes. I'll take you out.

Yeah, I talked to the U .S. attorney.

He wanted me to thank you for digging that bullet out of the door.

He thinks he can get halfway to a conviction on ballistics alone.

He also gave us a warrant for the arrest of Phil Payne and Roy Carey.

Unlawful flight to avoid giving testimony.

Rumor has it they're headed toward Mexico.

Well, I guess Payne figured he'd given Hillman too much information on how to

overthrow the United States government.

And that's a can of peas he just can't afford to have open.

It'll be an interesting trial, Art.

Yes, very interesting.

Well, I just wanted to let you know, Lewis.

Hey, Lewis.

I'm going to stick to my woofers and tweeters.

Yeah. Before he comes back.

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