All language subtitles for The FBI s02e08 Collision Course

Thanks. Where are you headed?

Texas. Well, I'll be turning off at
Durant.

That'll get you part of the way. Good.

Fine.

Pretty

dead

along here this afternoon.

Terrible.

First car I've seen in an hour and a
half.

First one to stop all day.

Well, I've been on the road a long time.

I'm in musical instruments, you know,
guitars, banjos.

Mm -hmm.

Well, I mean, I pick up everybody I can.

You know, I mean, if they look decent.

You can tell.

Mm -hmm.

By the way, my name's Luman.

You from Tulsa?

Nope.

What do you do?

Oh, little of this, little of that.

Mostly I, uh, boost banks.

Boost what?

Banks.

You mean you hold them up?

You know what this is?

Mister.

Pull over.

No, no.

Cross the road on the other side on the
shoulder.

Give me a wallet.

You aren't going to hurt me, are you?

Mister, I've just been married three
weeks.

I married this wonderful girl. Her
husband was killed.

She's got four kids.

You mean the watch and the ring?

Yes, sir.

Okay, now you can get out.

Thanks.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brook.

With guest stars Jack Lord.

Richard Anderson.

Pilar Sirat.

Tonight's episode.

Collision course.

Shut down in cold blood.

Robert Julian Loomis was found on a
highway six miles northwest of Durant,

Oklahoma.

Loomis lived long enough to describe his
assailant. And that description,

together with the bullet, was rushed to
FBI headquarters in Washington, D .C.

There, the striations on the .38 caliber
slug indicated that it had been fired

from a gun last known to be in the
possession of Frank Andreas Schroeder,

by the federal government for bank
robbery, unlawful flight to avoid

prosecution.

And murder.

Crime records, is S .A. McClure there?

Oh, this is Inspector Eskin. Would you
have him call me when he comes in,

please? I'll be in my office.

Thank you.

Mr. Ward, you had your message. He's on
his way up now.

Good. Thanks, Earl.

Anything new on Schroeder?

Two months, three killings. This
maniac's worse than Dillinger.

Currently in the 10 most wanted. Any
spots open?

Why? Have you got a candidate?

A beauty.

Frank Schroeder.

Well, I talked to Assistant Director
Ward last night.

Yes? He wants to go with the New York
extortionist, Bobby Roman. We're

processing it now.

Yes.

Al, will you hold off till you hear from
me? I'll get right back to you.

Hold off? Why?

SAC San Antonio on 2.

We've located Frank Schroeder, Oklahoma.

Art, I want this character.

He's a throwback to the Nelsons and the
Floyds. We've finally got a fix on him.

We can flood the whole Southwest with
publicity.

Well, it's the 10 most wanted, Lewis,
not 11.

All right, I... You'll get the next
vacancy. In the meantime, do the best

can.

Erskine.

Christian Palmer, Inspector. We've
located the Loomis car.

Where? Hughes Car Lot, Claiborne, about
10 miles south of Austin.

The owner's positively identified, thank
you.

Schroeder as the seller. He signed the
partial payment slip with his left hand.

He said that his right hand was broken.

He'll never make it as a forger, but
this is a pretty good first try.

Well, he won't be able to cash the
dealer's check until Monday. You've

all the banks in the area?

Yes, we have.

How much money was Loomis carrying?

Twenty dollars.

Was Schroeder alone?

Yes, he was. One more thing.

We got a call from the Austin police.

They picked up a drunk named Walters who
claimed he had dinner with Schroeder

last night in Austin.

And that Schroeder tried to hire him.

To do what?

To help cut a woman's throat.

Where? When?

Well, we don't know. He turned the job
down.

Walters had the impression that he knew
this woman somewhere in San Antonio.

Knew her, worked for her. She was an old
woman.

And get this.

He claims that she has a quarter of a
million dollars worth of diamonds hidden

in her house.

Palmer, this is Arthur Ward. Just how
reliable do you think this Walters is?

We've checked him out. He and Schroeder
were cellmates in prison.

Close friends?

Schroeder hasn't got any close friends.
That's why we're having so much trouble

tracing him. These are his home grounds.

Laredo, San Antonio, Austin.

We haven't been able to dig up a friend,
a partner, a girl, anybody.

What about family?

No brothers or sisters. He has a father,
though.

He's supposed to be living in San
Antonio. We're checking it out now.

All right, I want a list of every
employer Schroeder ever had.

Start with his old neighborhood.

Circulate descriptions of Loomis' watch
and ring to all pawnbrokers in the area.

And put a 24 -hour surveillance on the
father as soon as you locate him.

Right.

Lou, you coming out?

Okay.

Next flight.

Schroeder's name will be on the list we
released this afternoon.

Pick him up fast, Lois.

I don't want to keep Bobby Roman
waiting.

Bye.

Where are you heading, honey?

San Antone?

I'm tired and you're tired.

Most of these bums are too scared to
stop for anybody out here alone, but for

couple, maybe.

What's the matter?

Don't speak English?

Lady, use your head. You help me out, I
help you out. That's all there is to it.

We get to San Antonio, we split.

Right?

San Antonio?

Si, no problem.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

I was just saying to Ernie I wish we
could find a young couple to talk to.

Sweetheart.

Yes, sir.

Fine. Chris, Lou, good to see you again.

Well, this is what we've got so far.

Frank Schroeder left here. He was 17,
hadn't been back since, unless he's here

now. The only person he ever worked for
when he was here was his own father.

Have you located him? His father?

Yes, he's here now. His name is Fritz
Schroeder, former cabinetmaker, retired.

He used to take his son along to show
him the fancy homes, rich people.

Does he remember the woman with the
diamonds?

Yes, he remembers.

But he won't tell us. He's made that
clear.

Does he know that Schroeder may be
planning another murder?

I've told him that, Lou.

But he doesn't believe me.

Sweetheart, I thought you and I made a
little bargain.

Now, I told you to get lost. I'm not
going to tell you again.

Partnership is dissolved.

Comprende?

So adios, huh? Hasta la vista.

Right if you get word. I'll beat it.

She doesn't get the picture, huh?

You speak Spanish?

Sure.

Come here.

Look, do me a favor, will you?

Tell this kid to get lost before she
loses a couple of teeth.

What?

Since you saved her life.

Saved her life?

No, no, no.

She says she's from Chihuahua and that
you're the nicest North American she's

met. You get rid of her.

Hey, man.

Be hasty.

It's a nice -looking chick.

She's not going to talk about you when
you're gone.

You like her?

Fine. You take her home. She's yours.

Thank you, mister.

Oh, been doing it at the Schroeder
house?

No, sir. Chris Schroeder hasn't left,
and nobody's gone in. Gentlemen, this is

Inspector Erskine, Special Agent Rhodes.
I'm Agent Pike, Agent Garcia.

Is there anyone who lived with the old
man?

No, sir.

Chris, are there any women in this area
with a jewelry collection big enough to

tempt Schroeder?

That list, Barry?

Yes. We checked with society columnists,
jewelers, came up with five names, none

of which value their collection anywhere
near a quarter of a million dollars.

Of course, Schroeder might have been
overestimating the value.

Did his father work for any of these
people? I don't know.

If he had a file, he won't show them to
us.

None of the files recognize his picture
or his son's.

The police have their families under
surveillance.

Maybe this particular woman never had
any dealings with local jewelers.

Maybe she always kept quiet about her
collection.

Possible.

There is one person she'd tell.

Insurance representative.

Ask Art to get someone started on it
back there. Meanwhile, check out the

underwriters. Right.

Any fences in town big enough to handle
a quarter of a million dollar diamond

job? Yes, sir. One.

Abel Litvian.

He's under surveillance.

No word on Loomis' watch or ring.

I bet the pawnbroker's alerted.

All right. Can't afford to wait any
longer.

It's risky, but I'll have to talk to
Shorter's father myself.

Schroeder has been armed in the past and
reportedly possesses at least one .38

caliber automatic pistol. He may attempt
to leave or enter the San Antonio area

as a hitchhiker.

Anyone knowing this man's whereabouts is
urgently requested to contact the FBI.

Schroeder is 35 years old, height 6 '1",
weight 175 to 180 pounds,

build large, hair dark brown, complexion
medium, race white, nationality

American.

Occupations, fry cook, labor.

Scars and marks.

Hello, Mr. Schroeder. I'm back again.

This is Inspector Erskine.

May we come in, please?

We'd just like to ask you a few
questions, Mr. Schroeder.

He should be considered extremely
dangerous.

And now we return to our local program.

May I?

When was the last time you saw your son,
Mr. Rutter?

Well, I already gave this man all that
information.

Yes, I know.

Could we go over it once more, please?

March 3rd, 1948.

He was 17 years old.

He stole $10 off my workbench.

I beat him with a broomstick until it
broke.

Had he been in trouble before that?

Ever since his mama died.

He was 12 then.

Petty theft, that sort of thing?

Theft, gangs, fights.

I never knew where he was.

What he was doing.

I didn't care.

After my wife died, I couldn't get used
to her being gone.

I couldn't even talk to Frank.

So I worked.

You don't have to worry about what a
piece of wood feels.

Very interested.

Why couldn't I have been as interested
in the sun as I was in a piece of wood?

And you never heard from Frank after he
ran away?

I read he was in the Oklahoma State
Penitentiary at McAllister last year.

I went up there, but he wouldn't see me.

Did you give the prison authorities this
address?

Yes.

Then Frank knows where to contact you.

Mr. Schroeder, if he should call here...
No. Now get out.

We're going to find him, Mr. Schroeder.

Now, if you could talk him into
surrendering, you might save a good many

Mr., I went looking for Frank the night
he left.

I've been looking for him ever since.

If my boy calls now, you think I'm going
to beat him with another broomstick?

It's true. Thank you, sir.

Anyway, this is it. It's clean, it's
quiet, and you got your own private

entrance there.

Bathroom's down the hall.

How much?

You alone?

No, I got this army outside waiting to
sneak in.

Of course I'm alone.

Now look, sweets, don't get on your high
horse with me.

It's $20 a day for one, $30 for two.

$20 a day?

You must be kidding.

This is a private residence, sweets.
Nobody comes here unless someone tells

about it.

Now, if you want to go on downtown and
sign in at some hotel, you go right

ahead. Me, I don't even know your name.

And I don't care, see?

So it's $20 a day for one. You take it
or leave it.

What'd you say your name was?

Jesse. You got something I can lighten
my hair with, Jesse?

Maybe find an old pair of sunglasses.

I can get them.

Where's the nearest phone?

Phone booth's in the alley there.

Leave the stuff in the bathroom, huh?

Yeah, I'll leave it in the bathroom.

You got a change of a quarter?

No, I only have a dime. Here, you owe me
a dime and don't forget it.

I'd like the number of Miss Mary
Carmichael.

C -A -R -M -I -C -H -A -E -L.

She used to live on Philippo Street. I
don't know if she's still there or not.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, wrong number.

So I said to Ernie, why, Ernie, that
description fits that boy we picked up.

Is, um... Is this the man?

Yes.

Was he alone?

No, he had a girl with him.

Oh, she's a very pretty little thing.

She didn't say a word the whole trip.

Where did you let them off, Mrs.
Gennaro?

On the corner of Jones and Ramona.

Do you think you'll catch him?

Yes, I think we will.

Can you give us a description of the
girl?

Well, she was young.

About 20.

Mexican. Black hair, black eyes.

Very pretty. The boy kept looking at her
the whole time whenever he thought she

wouldn't notice.

Hi. Hi, amigo.

How are you?

You got rid of her, huh?

Hope so.

Where'd she go?

Oh, she was hungry. I sent her two last
delicious up the street.

Yeah. And don't you want to buy a paper?

Crazy Americana.

First she doesn't want it, then she
wants it.

Boy, you just don't give up, do you?

I tell you, Chiquita, you're going to be
the death of me yet.

Come on.

Hold it.

Surveillance on Abel Litvian. Had his
dinner, went back to his office. No

suspicious contacts of any kind.

All right, interview him. We can't wait
any longer.

Ask him if he'll come in for an
interview, huh?

Nothing from the insurance companies.

None of the local underwriters handle
anything in the quarter million bracket.

Have you heard anything from Washington?

I'm still working on it, but it doesn't
look too good.

Boys, I don't get it.

How can a woman keep a quarter of a
million dollars worth of diamonds in her

house and not insure them?

We're looking for a miser.

I look so shook up, Chiquita.

It's me.

Yeah, how about that, huh?

You're a funny one.

I can't figure you out.

My God, you... You can't hear.

I don't even know your name.

What's your name?

Tu nombre.

Tu nombre.

Teresa. Well, well, well.

Cozy, huh?

Somebody better teach you to knock,
Jesse. You do that again, you're going

get a bullet right in your head.

Who's this?

Huh?

Part of the army that wasn't waiting
outside to sneak in, huh?

So I owe you ten.

Listen, sweet, this ain't even a down
payment.

Want to take a look at this?

And you're on. TV, too. Radio, posters,
the FBI's going all out on this one. Oh,

somebody up there don't like you.

They don't know about this.

Sorry. I need the room, please.

I paid you, Jesse.

Listen, sweet, I don't play games with
the FBI ever, ever!

Look, Jesse, I got a little visit to
make.

Something to pick up. I'll be out of
here by morning.

No. No.

How much?

For her to stay until you make that
visit? Yeah.

$100.

Take a couple of diamonds?

No, nothing hot. Just cash and quick.

Quick!

How about a check?

I sold my car. The firm is legitimate.

Oh, you're a barrel of laughs, sweet,
aren't you?

Oh, really.

Fence it.

You fence it, if you can.

You wait here for me. Don't worry. I'll
be back.

You understand?

Wait.

Te amo.

Teresa, te amo.

France?

Me?

Spectre, I don't understand.

You must be thinking of another able
Lithuanian. And you've never heard of

Schroeder?

Would you spell that for me, please?
Letrian, there's no time for fun and

He's here.

If you've made a deal for diamonds,
forget it.

Inspector, listen, I swear to you... He
may be running a little low on funds.

He's got a watch, a ring, and a
worthless check.

If any of them show up anywhere in the
world, we're coming back to you. Do you

understand? Well, I don't control this
town.

I can't help if someone else might buy.

Abel?

Are you going to disappoint me after
I've told these gentlemen how much

sense you have?

This Schroeder is important to you?

So who needs him?

If I hear something, anything, I'll call
you.

Yes,

sir? You buy rings?

Depends. I'm a little overstocked, but
what have you got?

My grandfather left me this one. It's
worth plenty.

Take a look.

Well, I don't know.

Perfect blue -white.

Let you have it for a hundred.

Oh, all right.

No arguments, huh?

No, no. A hundred, you said? A hundred.

Game on, you.

We showed her.

I shot him.

Two people sound going north on Vista.
We've cornered off a 20 -block area.

Rogers to Princess on the north,
Princess to Farrell, Farrell to San

Over here.

What sort of an area is it?

Small business.

Businesses, hotels, boarding houses.

That murder charge basically won't give
up without a fight.

I'll get as many residents out as I can.

Search for the fugitive continues
unabated.

Repeating the latest bulletin, the man
identified as Frank Schroeder tonight

attacked the property owner of a pawn
shop on... Pike?

Inspector Eskin, is Rhodes there?

Yes, he is, Inspector.

Jim?

Double the surveillance in the back.

Hello?

Hold on.

Two murders.

Hornbroker died.

Tell her father. Maybe it'll make a
difference.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to talk to Schroeder's father.

Teresa.

Teresa.

Teresa.

She threw you out, huh?

Get a doctor, Teresa.

Get a doctor. No.

Medical.

Medical.

Yeah?

Lipion.

Yeah? Uh, who's this?

Frank who?

Schroeder.

Abel, help me listen.

When I...

FBI. May I come in, please?

Thank you.

Sir, I don't know whether you've been
informed or not, but your son robbed a

pawn shop here in San Antonio tonight.

I was informed.

By Frank?

By the police.

Did the police also tell you that the
pawnbroker was seriously injured?

Yes.

The man's dead, sir.

Has Frank tried to reach you?

No.

Papa? Hello, Frankie.

Can I come home, Papa?

You come and get me?

Where are you?

Boarding house.

Newman and Rio.

The alleyway and back.

Yes, stay there.

It'd be good to see you again, Papa.

Where is he, sir?

I'll show you.

But let me talk to him. Let me try to
get him to surrender.

Drop your gun, Schroeder, FBI.

Frank, it's me, Frankie.

Are you sure this is the address
Schroeder gave you? This is it.

Who's there?

Miss Carmichael.

Well, what do you want? Who are you?

We're with the FBI. My name is Erskine.
This is Special Agent Rhodes.

Miss Carmichael, you have some jewelry.

Now, what business is that of yours,
even if it were true?

Ms. Carmichael. Coming around here
bothering honest people?

Oh, I know how you FBI men work. Well,
why don't you go out and bother some

criminals for once, huh?

Ms. Carmichael. Now, you get off my
property. Go on.

Let's go bother some criminals.

Was the rumor true that Mary Carmichael
had a fortune in diamonds hidden behind

the boarded -up windows of her house?

True or not, it almost cost her her
life.

It brought Frank Schroeder to his death.

Teresa Morales, who was found with him,
had no criminal record and was allowed

to go free.

She was befriended by Schroeder's father
and is now attending a school for the

handicapped in San Antonio, Texas.