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I should have gone to see me at police
headquarters.

Maybe out of phone.

Will you relax?

You'll be along.

You can't hurry Manila traffic.

Lieutenant Munoz is not an excitable
man, Phil. When he uses words like

and disastrous, I... Russ.

Good. I'll be in my office if you need
me.

Listen.

Bishop Atwood is leaving on a peace
mission to

the United States.

Understand? Yes, sir.

Going to be assassinated.

Assassinated?

Lying. Good.

See you, Adam.

Louise.

B .I.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars Dean Jagger.

William Wyndham.

Tom Skerritt.

Tonight's episode.

The Assassin.

Police Lieutenant Luis Munoz was dead in
a Manila street.

But the information he supplied to
Special Agent Russell White, limited as

was, would launch the FBI on the final
leg of one of the most dramatic spy

in its history.

Anton Andre Christopher, born in
Oakland, California in 1925 or 26, never

photographed, never fingerprinted, was a
specialist in the field of political

assassination.

Sought by security agents from Beirut to
Washington on charges of espionage,

Christopher had made only one known
mistake in 15 years.

He had allowed Louis Munoz to live 15
seconds too long.

Then there's no way to confirm Munoz's
accusation. No records?

Nothing. I've talked to his office.

Where's Edward now? Manila?

What was the speech about?

This missionary work.

His hospitals in Hong Kong, Laos,
Cambodia.

Why would someone hire an assassin to
kill a missionary? He's not a political

figure. Lois.

Just a minute.

State advisors Bishop Atwood carries
peace proposal from Red Block.

Hold secret position.

Envoy extraordinary.

When was Munoz killed?

A little afternoon our time.

Had Atwood left the city by then?

Yes.

All right, Russ, thanks very much.

Did the papers know about this?

Apparently a few.

Some of the columnists have hinted that
Atwood's going to be invited to speak to

the Congress.

To present the communist position?

No, the neutralist position.

My understanding is that Atwood spoke to
the red leader himself to plead for

summit meetings.

Now he's come here to plead with us.

People listen to men like Gandhi and
Schweitzer and Atwood, even communists.

Yet somebody wants him dead.

If Christopher was in Manila at the same
time as Bishop Atwood, why didn't he

kill him there?

Just suppose a man this well -loved
happens to be murdered while visiting

United States on a peace mission.

Then the imperialist warmongers are up
to their necks in international hot

again, aren't they?

What about security?

The police intend to double its guard.

Now, Lewis, I don't want to belabor the
point, but, well,

good luck.

Do you have that with us, Henry?

Yes, sir.

Here it is.

He arrives in San Francisco this
morning. He spends the night with a

there. Someone in the church?

No, a Vincent Sutherland, the dean of
Jessup College.

Oh, yeah.

Then to Chicago tomorrow for a speaking
engagement, then Washington the next

day.

You had a chance to look at
Christopher's file.

Yes, sir, I have.

He seems to have given up his American
citizenship about 1940.

He used an American passport.

Only British, Australian, Canadian,
South African.

Asking myself where his destination
should be. Seattle and not San

Call Carter in Seattle. Tell him I want
the passenger list of all flights

originating in the Pacific area from
Sydney to Tokyo.

Yes, sir.

And pay special attention to connecting
flights and Canadian stopovers. And

alert the Canadian authorities.

All right.

I'll be in San Francisco.

When does that one get in?

10 a .m. KBL flight 29.

John! John!

Hello, sir.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Yes, sir. Yes, Lieutenant.

I'm here to escort you, sir.

Is this man a personal friend of yours?

Personal friend?

Well, he was the last time I checked.
Are you a personal friend, Vince, or did

you come down here to murder me?

Come here to what?

Where's my new watchdog? He said, excuse
me, I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Long plane ride, perhaps.

Sorry to be so facetious. This is a dear
personal friend of mine, Dean Vincent

Sutherland. We first met in India.

Is it all right? I mean... Yes.

Welcome home, John.

I'm glad to be here, Vince.

So glad to be here. How do you feel,
really?

I feel very well. And you?

Great. Older, tougher.

John, how long has it been?

How long has it... Oh, boy.

Well, I was ordained in 29.

30 went to India, so that's 36 years,
isn't it?

36.

That's a long time.

Wars, tensions, revolutions.

Hard years for a peacemaker, John?

Hard years, perhaps.

Vincent, but I'm still a Browning fan.

A man's reach was designed to exceed his
grasp.

Or what's the heaven for?

So we try and try and try.

John, I'm proud of you.

I read in the papers that you had a
meeting with Ho Chi Minh.

Did you?

Yes, is it true?

One hour with Ho himself, but there had
been talks, yes.

You see, Vince, I'm not a diplomat. I'm
a beggar. All my life I've begged for

money, food, clothes, shelter.

And now I've come begging again. This
time for peace.

Searching.

Oh, and my luggage.

We'll put the luggage in my car.

Excuse me, Vince, we have one little
problem. You know, I have an appointment

with the FBI before coming over to your
house. Now, what do you gentlemen

suggest?

Well, now, I'm at Jessup College on
Faculty Row.

Now, shall I send a car for him, or will
you bring him over?

We'll bring him, sir.

Good, good. Thank you very much.

I'll see you at dinner, John.

Sir, take care of this man.

It's funny, if that's the right word,
Vince.

You know, I spent most of my life in
jungles and swamps and never needed any

protection. Now I've come back to
civilization and...

Did you have a nice trip?

It was beautiful.

How do you do? I'm Robert Hastings.

Hastings?

You're really... What did you expect?

I don't know.

I'm afraid you've let the movies spoil
you, Robert.

The gentleman with the broad shoulders
and the girl companions and the secret

weapons hidden up their noses wouldn't
last five minutes outside of a sandbox.

Oh, Mr. Hastings, this is Mr.

Gerald. Aye.

Who thought of this particular last
-minute change?

Had everything arranged in Seattle,
direct reservations to San Francisco.

Everything's messed up.

Not as messed up as it would have been
if anyone but you had met that Seattle

plane.

Aren't you being a little neurotic?

How old are you, Robert?

28. Why?

You seem younger.

Well, we, uh... Oh.

Have you Mr.

Gerald's money?

Oh, yes.

Beautiful country, really.

Quiet.

Are there any cabins for sale around
here? There's nothing around here for

or otherwise.

Gerald, thank you very much. Well, thank
you, sir. Anytime you...

All right.

What do we do with him?

Nothing. You said this was an isolated
spot.

Is this how you remain anonymous, Anton?

It's one of the ways, yes.

And is that what's going to happen to me
when this job is over with and Edward

is dead?

What did you do?

Live in those movie houses?

I just talked to Carter, sir.

There are no direct Pacific flights to
Seattle until Wednesday.

Now, there's one today to British
Columbia, and that arrived in Vancouver

time at noon.

Three passengers had reservations on to
Seattle, a man and two women.

The two women made the flight, but the
man missed it.

Did you get his name?

Williamson. He was traveling on a
Canadian passport. I had the authorities

it out for us.

It was a forgery.

Any description?

No, nothing reliable. His average
height, average weight, no

marks.

They've alerted the border guards, the
commercial planes, the trains, etc.

I'll ask them to check the charter
flights, too.

And have Carter do the same thing on the
Seattle end. Yes, sir.

Then I think you'd better get out there
yourself.

The

only

thing we're asking, Bishop, is your
cooperation.

Yes, yes. Well, then why don't you
cooperate with me?

Inspector, excuse me.

Just who do you think you're dealing
with? Some monk on a mountaintop?

Some frail spirit who hasn't spoken to
anybody but God or St. Peter for the

30 years?

I'm a peasant. I deal with people. I
have to be with them, talk with them,

them. And so what happens? You have me
so surrounded here by guards, I can't

even see the billboards.

The FBI doesn't guard anyone. It never
has.

Police are responsible for your
security.

The FBI is here to catch a spy named
Anton Christopher.

Anton... Who may or may not even be in
this country.

Who may or may not even exist.

Who may or may not even be after me, for
that matter.

He exists.

Have you ever seen him?

How many times have you seen Lucifer?

Lucifer?

I like you, Inspector.

I like you because, you know, we're
pretty much the same in a lot of ways.

don't give up, do you? You don't
backtrack.

You're persistent.

Actually, you're stubborn.

But this trip is so important.

And, Inspector, if I may, I'd like to
explain something.

You know, I'm not as wise as most people
might believe. I'm not as pious.

But I am somebody that people...

Happen to trust.

That's all.

Somebody they trust.

And this is so terribly important.

People have got to trust people.

Don't you believe that?

Absolutely.

That's why I'm asking you to trust me.

Trust you to what? Make me suspicious of
every shadow and every wall?

Observant, not suspicious.

Observant of what?

Faces, voices, patterns that repeat
themselves.

Anything that jogs your memory.

You see, Christopher is successful,
Bishop, because he's thorough.

He probably knows most of your habits,
your likes and dislikes. He's probably

been as close to you a dozen times as I
am right now.

And so he might sneak up behind me, pull
a bullet through my heart and start

World War III?

No, Mr. Erskine.

Now, you see, I've talked with leaders
on both sides of every curtain there is.

Iron, bamboo, whatever. And I want to
assure you that no responsible man on

earth...

Once a nuclear war.

Who says the men who hired Christopher
are responsible?

Well, surely we must assume that
they're... Assume what?

That there are no hair -triggered
tempers?

No captains who want to become generals?
No power -mad ideologists?

No, Mr. Erskine.

If I said now that Daniel should have
been afraid of the lions, I'd betray

everything I've ever stood for.

No, sir.

No.

There's no danger.

Hi, Special Agent Rhodes? Yes.

I'm Talbot, U .S. Forest Service. How do
you do?

I suppose Mr. Carter filled you in on
what happened up here. No, as a matter

fact, he didn't have much time to tell
me anything except that you found a

He caught me in Spokane.

Oh, I see. Well, all the stations along
the border got an FBI report that a

plane chartered in Vancouver was overdue
and presumed missing.

Well, I remembered hearing one going
over earlier today, so I figured I'd

have a look around, because there are no
scheduled flights in this area.

I noticed the plane's registered to a
Howard Gerald, San Francisco.

Got any ideas who did it?

Some.

Harry, let's take a spin.

Thank you, thank you. Wonderful.

Just wonderful.

Practically smell the vineyards.

I thought you'd like this one.

Like it?

It's delicious.

Absolutely delicious.

Wonderful, Vincent.

Just wonderful.

Been a long time since I... Sip to good
California wine.

Sat in a comfortable...

A leather chair where my feet up talked
with an old friend without someone

crying wolf in my ear.

Remember, John, there really was a wolf
at the end of that story.

Vince, I realize these fellows have a
job to do, but it's melodramatic, isn't

it? This sleuthing about and guards
outside, changes in my itinerary. Don't

at the Royal Chicago Hotel. Stay at the
Lingman instead. Do this and be careful

about that. Honestly, it's...

It's frustrating.

Vincent, I've been looking forward for

so long to coming back to a city I
hadn't seen for many years.

I was strolling about, looking at the
skyline, stopping in a church,

any church.

Vincent. Yes?

Why don't we do just that?

Do what?

After dark, we stop in a church.

Will you help me?

Of course I'll help you.

Of course.

My friend.

Excuse me.

Surely.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. Kerrigan.

Vincent, excuse me.

I'll go unpack a little.

No, no, the registrar would handle that.

No, the registrar.

Well, where are you?

Is Robert with you?

He won't be staying at the Royal
Chicago.

Someone seems to have changed his
reservation to the Lindgren.

Any idea what name he'll be using or
what room number?

Not yet.

But I'll try to find out.

Good. Let me know as soon as you can.

Okay, Harry, thanks.

I didn't expect you so soon.

The Air Force had a plane for me. Oh.

All right.

What kind of a bullet was it?

25, right near the heart.

There were two sets of footprints.

Nothing distinctive about the tire
treads of the car that met them.

And no readable fingerprints on the
passenger side of the plane, but I sent

everything I could find back to the lab
in identification.

Good. How did Gerald check out?

Single. No living relatives. No record.

Owned his own company. No employees.

Not even any close friends we could
find.

Old man who wasn't there, huh?

Still makes sense. Why would Christopher
hire a San Francisco pilot? There must

be charter services out of Vancouver.

What was the full name of his
registration slip?

Howard James Gerald.

Identification. Ask them to check his
prints as soon as they arrive.

Also all combinations of his name in the
indices.

James Howard, Howard James, Gerald
Howard. Yes, sir.

Yes? It's me. You all right?

What happened? I knocked and you yelled
something.

You surprised me. I must have fallen
asleep again after breakfast.

I called the airport and Edwards' plane
will be on time.

His car should be at the hotel within
the hour.

The gun?

Yes.

I wish we had a better line of fire.

If his car pulls directly to the
entrance of that hotel, he's going to be

and under that canopy in a few seconds.

A few seconds will do.

Why are you doing this, Anton?

I mean, I believe in the party, and I
believe in Sutherland.

I believe in comfort.

I believe it takes money to be
comfortable.

If I could have found money in banking
or art, I would have been a banker or an

artist.

But... Were you

always so... controlled?

Except for the first time when I was
filled with hate and grief.

Who'd you kill?

A drunken soldier who had beaten a
bartender to death.

Why was that so different?

I was 14. The bartender was my father.

My first and last crime of passion.

I haven't thought about that for 20
years.

And there he was, in my dream.

The soldier?

It was the soldier, and it was me, too.
We were somehow coming apart. Our arms

had fallen off.

We were coming apart, little by little.

Are you coming apart?

Does it seem so to you?

Well, does it?

That's my call.

Warden. One moment, sir.

Inspector Erskine.

Erskine. Lewis, your idea paid off.

We matched our Gerald's prints.

His name was Gerald James.

Spent seven years in Leavenworth.

Extortion.

Yeah? He was a commercial pilot.

A friend offered to help get him back on
his feet, set him up in business.

Charter flights.

Do you have the friend's name?

Yes, we do.

Vincent Sutherland.

Thanks, Hunter.

Is that Wood's plane landed in Chicago
yet?

Yes, if it was on time.

Was he told of the change in hotels?

Yes, sir. When?

Yesterday afternoon.

Before he left Sutherland's? Yes.

Have Dean Sullivan pick up her interview
and get me to Chicago Airport.

This big, sprawling, broken -nose city?

Sir?

Chicago.

I was 15 when I saw it for the first
time.

Out of a box car door.

You know, this is the kind of a city a
man ought to swagger into, not come

tiptoeing down some dark street like
a... Incidentally, Lieutenant, what

tonight? What about my speech at
Soldier's Field? You can't watch every

there, can you?

We think you ought to cancel it.

No.

Bishop.

Am I under arrest?

Oh, no, sir.

Protective custody?

It isn't a question of custody at all.

Well, then I intend to make the speech,
my friend.

I came here to talk to the people, and
I'm going to talk to them tonight, on

schedule.

I can know. What's the matter?

What are we doing, Lieutenant?

Playing statue?

Dispatcher to five.

Dispatcher to five.

Thank you.

Lieutenant, there's an FBI.

Yes, Inspector?

Regarding the Lindgren, do you have an
alternate destination for your

Yes, we have.

Known to him?

No.

We have information, Lieutenant, that
might have a bearing on his safety. We'd

advise changing to the alternate.

Everything appears quiet here.

How conclusive is your information?

We're developing it now.

An attack on his person at the present
destination seems possible.

Thank you, FBI. We'll use the alternate.

Please keep me informed.

Go ahead.

Sure, go ahead.

Play your games, Lieutenant.

What does it mean?

It means exactly what it seems to mean,
Robert.

Our quarry has sniffed the wind and
moved off.

You mean the police know where we are?

They would not have driven away. They'd
have stayed to keep me hanging.

Hanging until he had a chance to break
in.

The wind makes him just a little bit
uneasy.

Who, Edward?

No.

No.

The one who is hunting for me, the
policeman, the security guard, the FBI

whoever's directing this operation.

It's strange.

I don't know what he looks like, but I
know a great deal about him.

He's patient.

and stubborn, and intelligent, and
intuitive.

I wonder if he's the one.

The one what?

To end it all.

Oh, it may not end now and here, but it
will end one day, Robert.

Well, what are we going to do now?

Shouldn't we follow them? Shouldn't
we... No, no.

Anton, maybe this isn't anything more
than another job for you.

But it's more to me.

Now, Sutherland, once Atwood killed...
Sutherland had nothing to do with that

decision. Sutherland is a broker, a
middleman.

Well, it doesn't matter.

He said it was important for the party,
and I believe him.

Atwood's death is necessary.

To me, too. It means a quarter of a
million dollars.

Well, then?

Are you sure you're as old as 28?

The bishop is not going to get away. The
men who've been following his car ever

since he left the airport are still
following it.

When a hotel is finally selected, they
will call me.

The men who... That surprises you, too,
huh?

Well, of course I'm surprised. Why
didn't you tell me?

Because it didn't concern you.

This is a business of foresight, Robert.

Double plans, triple plans, alternates
within alternates.

There was no way in the world I could
possibly fill you in on all of it.

Yes?

Thank you.

The regent.

Well chosen.

Are you a good shot, Robert?

Expert. Why?

Sutherland has great confidence in you
and your dedication.

He's been most unstinting with his
praise, even lavish.

But how brave are you?

Do you have to ask that?

Atwood will insist on going to Soldier's
Field tonight.

They'll never let him leave his hotel
before dark, and they'll be looking for

someone my age.

Go out and buy yourself some college
clothing, anything in the current style.

We'll make you even younger yet.

Dean Vincent Sutherland?

Yes?

FBI.

We'd like to ask you a few questions,
sir. Questions about what?

Would you come down to the office,
please?

Just a moment.

May I talk to my lawyer?

Yes, sir. You certainly may.

It's a favorite weapon with assassins,
Bishop. Why should the idea surprise

Well, there's nothing you say that
surprises me any longer, Inspector.

There's nothing I say that convinces you
either.

Well, how can it? You know, the good
lieutenant here has men out in the

has them downstairs in the lobby,
probably has them in the streets and the

alleys. There's overprotectiveness.

It's not overprotectiveness, Bishop.
He's absolutely right.

He's right about tonight, too.

You mean about canceling my speech?

Unless we picked up Christopher first,
yes.

No, no, Mr. Erskine. Bishop.

No, I have no intention of, excuse me,
canceling my speech.

You know, I haven't seen a world that
strong since my grandma Coolidge decided

prohibition was a mistake.

You know, if Atwood insists on that
appearance tonight, we could be in

Where's the speaker's platform?

The center of the field.

I'd get him out, but I can't keep him
surrounded.

You might not have to.

Christopher may be brilliant. He's
certainly daring.

There are a few particular areas in
which he's predictable.

Which areas?

He doesn't like distances.

He never works further away from his
victims than a few dozen yards, usually

few dozen feet.

He likes to operate away from the
locations you'd expect him to use.

After all, he killed Munoz in broad
daylight on one of the busiest streets

Manila.

He may try to come into this hotel.

Come into what?

Waiter of Janitor Billopp?

We run a continual check on anywhere
that comes to this floor.

We even have a rough idea of
Christopher's age.

His age?

What?

You know, Christopher's victims have
been guarded this closely just twice

before. Once in Stockholm and once in
Lima.

Both times he sent an accomplice to do
the job. A younger man.

Were they caught?

Not exactly.

In both instances, the murder weapon
exploded.

It's loaded.

All you have to do is cock it, aim, and
fire.

It's a beautiful weapon.

Almost foolproof if you get close
enough.

It's going to be a problem, isn't it?

Is it?

Have I picked the wrong man?

Well, I can't push my way through a
solid ring of guards, Anton.

There won't be a solid ring of guards.

Not at the hotel.

There'll be one or two men in front, one
or two behind.

And half a dozen on the sidelines
watching?

Who may shoot you the moment you shoot
Atwood.

You're very frank about it.

I'm also frank when I say that you may
get away. It has happened.

There will be enormous confusion.

You know where the car is.

So you hold out a double hope, huh?

An exciting future.

A glorious martyrdom. Why, Robert, you
see through me as if I were made of

glass.

And what if they should just capture me?

Aren't you afraid I'll talk? Not in the
least.

I thank you for that, Anton.

They probably won't leave their hotel
before dark.

But I think you should get over there
anyway.

All right.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Gentlemen, I believe I'm ready now.

There's still time to change your mind,
sir.

Mr. Erskine, this is a speech I have to
deliver.

All right, sir.

Inspector, who would want to... Dean
Sutherland.

Vince.

Vince Sutherland.

Vince?

Vince Sutherland?

Please come inside, sir.

Vince Sutherland.

What does this do to... to my theories
about trust, Inspector?

Well, it... it ought to remind you,
Bishop, that men are a little lower than

angels.

It ought to make you cautious.

Cautious, yes, but...

But man must trust himself with man.

That is our only hope.

I have an appointment at Soldier's
Field.

In a few minutes, sir.

In a few minutes.

In a few minutes?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Erskine.

FBI, Christopher, you're under arrest.

The young man was not killed then.

You lived long enough to tell us where
you were.

I'm surprised the thought didn't occur
to you.

Well, it did.

The man really does get tired.

You think you won't in the beginning,
but you do. You lose something.

Get up.

You're rather a younger man than I
thought you'd be.

On August 15th, the United States
Attorney deferred the charges of

against Dean Vincent Sutherland and
Anton Andre Christopher so that they

be tried in local court for murder.

Both men were later convicted and
sentenced to terms in the state

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