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an injury on the field, sir.

Bad? Yes, sir.

Get them inside.

Attention. Return to quarters.

Clear the recreation area immediately.

Return to quarters.

Stay. I'm right here.

Who did it?

I wouldn't have told.

Told what?

Bust out.

Big one.

Guns.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars James Broderick, Carol Rosson,

Joseph Campanella.

Tonight's episode.

Anatomy of a Prison Break.

Mason Ridge, Colorado, is a maximum security federal penitentiary holding 2

prisoners.

Some are America's most dangerous criminals.

Convict Joseph Kowalczyk had been killed by a filed -down toothbrush, a weapon

that could have been made in any cell in the prison.

None of the men close to Kowalczyk had seen it before. There were no

eyewitnesses to the murder.

But the killers had to be apprehended as quickly as possible, for their motives

were clear.

Kowalczyk had been silenced because he had learned of an imminent prison break

and could not be trusted with the information.

The FBI's orders?

Uncover it and stop it.

And that's all the information you've got?

All right, I'll have a special project team out there by 2 .30, Colorado time.

Air Force jet.

I talked to the SAC Denver.

Two men were with Kowalczyk when he died. An officer named Wilson and the

warden.

Both agree he used the word guns.

It just doesn't make sense.

Nobody could get guns past the electronic scanners.

Maybe they're on the prison grounds already.

Guns at Mason Ridge.

Well, that's a nice little nightmare to conjure with.

One gun across an officer's neck and they've got a hostage.

Access to the arsenal, to the cells.

Unrack the doors on one of those blocks and you set enough cutthroats free to

gut half of Colorado.

How'd you like to see Jack Farrell loose again? With a gun in his hand.

Or Kelly.

Or Stevens.

Or the kidnapper Malloy.

I'll call you from Denver.

Lewis.

We can't even afford an attempt here.

Here's Kowalczyk's federal record.

Prior state and local records.

Third year of a one to ten for extortion.

How did he stand out there, Ken? Was he liked?

Hated. Charmed, molesting.

Nice boy.

You name it, he did it.

Blackmail, obscene telephone calls.

Who was his cellmate?

Richard Larkin.

Larkin was in the prison hospital when Kowalczyk was murdered.

Very sound alibi.

He works in the prison print shop.

He dropped a pig of lead on his foot.

Would you say he's a leader?

You mean, is he smart enough to mastermind a plant like this?

I'm not sure, but I don't think so.

Who's head man in the print shop?

A lifer named Fritz Moline.

Anybody else work there with him?

Paul Thorne.

They're close friends?

Yeah, very close.

Who's Moline's cellmate?

He doesn't have one right now.

All right, let me talk to the warden as soon as possible.

Dorothy, get in touch with the warden at Mason Ridge, would you please?

Ask him if he can see Inspector Erskine and Special Agent Rose later this

afternoon. Ken.

Hold on a minute.

Jim will go out alone.

Make that an appointment with Mr. Rose only.

Jim, screen all the Mason Ridge inmates. Weed out any names I might have sent

up, anyone who might recognize them.

Lou, what do you have in mind?

Maureen needs a new cellmate.

You want to send someone in there, Lou?

I want to go in myself.

Look, you're dealing with an explosive situation here.

Call Warden Harris at Emmett in Texas.

Tell him I'll need a name, a cover story, and a transfer from Emmett to

Ridge. Right.

Is James going over the whole place for weapons?

Yeah, clean as a whistle.

He says that any big bust -out would have to be supplied from the outside.

Get me a rundown of all Moline's friends in prison, out, just released.

All of them.

All right.

Keep it.

Hi, Sassy.

Frank.

Hey.

Hey, what's the matter?

Oh, I don't know.

I... There you were.

I didn't know what to say, and then... Then you said, hi, Sassy.

And that just pulverized me. Just what?

Pulverized me?

Well, I have pulverizing vocabulary.

You see, I've been going to school at night after work.

You don't have to cry about that.

So this is your new house?

It's yours.

Big.

Well, it really isn't. It just seems big after... Now, come on. After a cell,

right?

Right?

Right.

You see, Sassy, if we're going to have to pretend I never did any time, we're

not going to have much to talk about, are we?

There's a big chunk out of my life.

Eight years out of mine, too.

So now we start over, huh?

Mm -hmm.

Was it bad?

I'll tell you what it really was. It was boring, not bad.

Until I met Moline, Thorne, Larkin.

Who? Friends.

In for the same thing as me, bank jobs.

Except Larkin didn't go in for any of these two -bit boosts. He'd knock them

over a quarter of a million at a time.

About the smartest man I ever saw.

Yeah, but Frank, he was up there, too.

Not for long.

You'll like him, Sassy. We're going into business together.

What business?

Eight years out of my life, Sassy.

Frank, they're just going crazy in this town for mechanics. I cut out a couple

of want ads out of the paper. Sassy, do you know what I'm saying to you? I love

you. I love you. No more small -time jobs, credit payments.

Worry, worry.

I'm going to buy you the biggest car, the longest fur coat.

Hey, how'd you like to go to Rome?

Frank, I want you... Down here.

To keep.

I don't want you to make any more mistakes. Don't worry.

I only made one mistake in my life.

I get caught.

The cons at Emmett have a secret nickname for Warden Harris. What is it?

Gargoyle. What do they call the steward?

Belly robber. What's his favorite dish?

Chili mac twice a week.

Least. First name of the associate warden's wife.

He hasn't got a wife.

Who's Spencer Davis?

Come on, who's Spencer Davis?

A con. Killed at screw in 58.

I was a case disposed.

Topped him.

Your full name?

Philip Donald Lewis.

What were you charged with, Lewis?

Bank robbery.

Where do you think I got this, playing badminton?

Where are you from?

San Francisco.

Where? Frisco?

San Francisco, Charlie. San Francisco.

That's very good.

You are Inspector Erskine.

Hello, Warden Mark James.

Oh, Warden, how are you? I'd like you to meet your contact. This is Supervisory

Officer Alan Wilson.

Inspector Erskine. Wilson, Inspector.

Mr. Rhodes asked us to transfer six men who might have remembered you. Yes.

They'll be gone by tonight.

You'll come in tomorrow morning and be assigned to Fritz Moline's cell.

By the way, Warden, what's Moline in for?

Bank robbery and murder.

He cut a policeman's throat.

I don't know.

I'll leave you guys for two miserable days.

A little hospitalization to which I am entitled by virtue of my long service

painful injury.

And what do I find when I get back?

A shambles.

Nothing done.

Dirt and grime and litter everywhere.

Our hearts bleed for you, Larkin.

You know the trouble with you, Thorne?

You ain't neat.

You're smart.

You're crafty, but you ain't neat.

Hey, Larkin.

You ever figure out who cut down that cellmate of yours?

These dummies?

You kidding?

I question you.

Man, you know it.

FBI.

Guards.

I hope they get the guy.

It ain't right. Killing a con.

That's where you draw the line, I thought.

Absolutely.

I mean, we got to stick together, man.

We can't go around killing cons.

But they're the good guys, right?

There's rehabilitation for you. Seven years in this joint and he thinks the

are the good guys.

You know what I mean.

I mean, cons ought to be friends, right?

Yeah.

paper together on here. Let's shape up. Let's go.

beautiful. Another new mile for you to feed.

This is your transfer from Emmett.

Philip Donald Lewis.

I'm an amateur, warden.

All right, send him in.

Now?

Yes, now, of course.

Yes, sir.

Okay, John.

Are you sure they all know who you are out there? Yes, sir. One of the trustees

was near the control center when I showed my identification.

Good. What time is it now?

Ten minutes past ten.

We'll give it another five minutes. If that's all right with you, Wooden.

running the show, Inspector.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

I hope so, too.

Inspector, may I be frank?

Certainly.

I think you're making a mistake.

If you wanted to set... Philip donned Lewis up as a dangerous prisoner.

There are a thousand different ways you might have done it.

Sure there are, but I wanted to set him up as an inmate the FBI was interested

in. It could have been planted in a day or so. Give you a chance to look around

at your bearings.

See where the threat might come from.

Suppose we don't have a day or so, Warden.

Inspector, if Kowalczyk's killers jump to the wrong conclusion, they decide

that Phil Lewis is a little too cozy with the authorities.

your life wouldn't be worth five cents.

Well, then I'll have to be especially careful, won't I?

Inspector. Warden, look.

The only way I can get through to Fritz Moline fast is to knock him off balance

and keep him there.

I can't go to him with my story.

He's got to be puzzled enough to come to me.

And he's got to trust me enough to take me into his confidence.

You're asking an awful lot.

There's an awful lot at stake, warden.

um

She's clean.

She's got all new rubber. I'll take it. Now, when you consider our 90 -day

complete guarantee... I said I'll take it. What?

Well, fine. If you'll step into our office, we'll work out the terms.

This is the only place in town where you'll get a... I don't need any terms.

I'll pay cash.

I'll, uh... I'll get you your papers.

I'm looking for Miss Esther Durbin.

Well, if you're from the finance company, she just skipped the country.

If you're a talent scout, that's me.

I'm Frank Porter, friend of Fritz Moline's.

Oh, he told me to tell you the best place to get a tan in December is

Mr. Porter?

What can I do for you?

I need a couple of things. A butane burner, cast -iron pot, and a quiet

How big a pot?

Well, I've accommodated a lot of Fritzie's friends for one reason or

but that's a new one.

When do you need it? As soon as possible. Tonight?

Fine. Room D.

Hey, Porter.

You were in Mason Ridge with Fritzie?

Mm -hmm. Just out?

Well, it's awful lonesome up here. There's not a soul around.

Where are you going?

Home. To a girl?

My wife.

Wife?

Oh, does that matter?

It does to me.

Makes all kinds, doesn't it?

Here it is.

New gin rummy partner for you, Moline.

Oh, good.

Just in time. I was afraid I'd lose my touch.

Take any bed.

Wife any better, Al? You know Shirley.

Picks up a call and hangs on for two months.

Now you try that lemonade and whiskey route. Get it a sweat, that'll do it.

What's your name, buddy?

What's your name, buddy?

Look, Fritzie, if you didn't know my name ten minutes after I walked in here,

you're gonna get yourself a new grapevine.

How was Emmett?

That's better, Fritzie.

Wow, I was beginning to wonder if you boys had a grapevine.

Oh, you bet we got a grapevine, Lewis.

And we got a pip.

Nice play.

Yeah, very nice.

Kind of a shame the team's going to lose him so quick.

When do we do it?

I think he's legit.

I talked to him at lunch. He knows as much about Emmett as I do. There's a

I don't see how you know.

Why would the warden of this great, noble institution invite a humble

like Philip Donald Lewis into his office when a Fed was there, too?

Can you answer me that?

We'll do it tonight.

What's the matter? Did you forget your key?

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were my husband.

Mrs. Porter?

Yes. He's not at home, then?

No. But when will he be back?

Well, I just couldn't say.

Who did I say called?

Well, it's all right. I'll wait in the car.

Well, it might be quite a while. I see he's gone looking for a job.

Yes, sir.

I'm doing some plumbing on an apartment house, remodeling some baths. I need a

couple of pigs of lead.

Is this going to be cash or charge?

Cash.

Okay, cash.

How many?

Two. Two.

What's the matter? Hurt your leg?

Yeah. Fell in the shower.

You better be careful.

I hear more people are killed in showers than anyplace else.

Princey, baby, they lay one finger on me and this goes in your gut.

Now, you're smart, Stooley.

Never go into a dark alley unarmed, huh?

Look, Fritzie, I don't know what your problem is, and I don't care.

All I want is to be left alone.

I got enough problems without these punks of yours making waves.

What's your real name, Stooley?

Gee, hit your hoover.

Yeah.

That's why the warden asked me in to talk to this FBI fellow.

So we can plot our next move in the unending war against crime.

Why did the warden have you in to meet the FBI man, Mr. Lewis?

Why do you think?

I wouldn't have any idea.

Let me know the feds were watching every move I make.

Why would the feds be watching every move you make?

Why were you transferred out of Emmett?

Now look.

Why?

I was planning to break.

Were you?

Are you?

You'll see what it is.

Ah, Lewis, cool it.

I'm sure, Fritzy.

Anything a little hot to die in. I said cool it. There are bigger things than it

works.

Like what?

They don't concern you.

We need an investigation right now like we need a six months in solitary.

Cool it.

Thank you.

All right, Lewis.

I asked you what happened.

Well, I'll tell you.

I slipped on a piece of soap.

All right, get out.

I'm a supporter.

Dick Kirby.

That's quite a tan you've got. Looks like you've been in Al Capoco in

Fritz told me you'd be around.

What do you need?

Three guns.

25 caliber.

Ammunition for mine.

Non -traceable.

It's guaranteed.

Want them delivered or do you want to pick them up here?

Well, I'll be going out myself in a little while. I suppose I'd drop by your

place.

It's a thousand down.

I'll pick up the rest from Fritz later when I see him.

Hi, Sassy.

Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

I got hung up.

Is that right?

Excuse me.

Sassy?

What's wrong?

What's going on, Frank?

What do you mean?

I mean, what's going on?

Come in here with the truck.

Heaven only knows where you got it.

Talked to that man out there on the lawn, and I... found this in your other

coat.

What, you mean to make a habit of going through my other coat, Seth?

Sure will when I get scared enough.

Are you scared right now?

You bet I am.

Of what?

Well, for one thing, that fella that you met out there.

I'm no kid out of a convent. I know a hood when I see one.

Well, we'll talk about it later. I got some things to do.

Like seeing some more hoods? No, it's business. It's for you.

Quit it, Frank. It's not for me. I don't want any of those clothes or Rome or

all that. craziness. You don't know what you want.

Is this what you want?

Furniture that's out of style five minutes after you buy it? A roof that

in the first rain?

Maybe, if that's all I can afford.

No. Not my wife.

No.

Frank, please.

No!

Thank you.

Frank, whose idea was this? Yours?

Moline's.

He had to figure a way to get the guns by the scanners at the gate.

So he figured, well, bury him in lead.

That was about five years ago.

It took him a while to get transferred to the print shop, set things up.

Patient man.

Bullets.

Already in the shop.

He made the casings and the slugs himself.

Powder was brought in by friends.

Grain by grain.

Now he remelts this, and he's set to go.

Well, and then what? A couple of big banks?

The biggest.

How about taking me along, huh?

You know, the minute you walked in here, I said to myself, wow, that's a man.

That's the one.

Still the wife?

Still the wife.

Why?

You said yourself she wouldn't go along with this. Oh, she will. Oh, Frank,

she'll wreck you.

Look, mark my words, she'll... Don't go back there, huh?

Stay with me.

No!

Can't you get it through your head? I'm doing this for my wife!

For Sassy!

Now you clean up this mess and get out of here.

Just as fast as you can.

Faster.

Fritzie.

Tell me.

Why should I go into this thing blind?

How do I know it'll work?

Because I tell you, Will.

Because there has to be one man in charge.

One. Not two. Not a half a dozen. One.

And if you can't accept that, buddy boy, then you just better bug out. Forget

the whole business.

guns? We'll have.

25 caliber.

When?

Any Friday from now on. Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow.

Depends on how fast Frankie can work.

Who's that? Your outside man?

Can you trust him?

I checked him out before I brought him into it.

Well?

Okay, I'll go along.

Just one thing.

Maybe you better stall a while.

Give the feds a chance to cool it with me.

How well if the stuff doesn't come in tomorrow?

If it does, we have to go. Take our chances.

It'll be the biggest break ever.

Remember that, Lewis?

So I'll hit the armory first. Let anybody come along who wants to go.

Fritzy, how are you getting your guns past the scanners?

Don't worry about it. It's all arranged.

Where'd they assign you?

Bakery. All right, if we go, we'll pick you up around 3 .30.

Hit the armory first.

But like I said, depends on Frankie.

And that's all you've got to say for yourself, Moline?

Sir, I don't know what story the others told you, but I'm telling you the truth.

We were all just getting ready to shave when Lewis's foot wants to hit this bar

of soap.

Down he went.

We weren't fighting. We had nothing to fight about.

Okay, who's next?

Lewis. Send him in.

That's all.

And thanks, Moline.

For your cooperation.

Yes, sir.

And now, Lewis, let's have your version of the accident in the shower.

The outside man's called Frankie.

That's all.

Ex -con, probably just released.

Frank Russell Porter.

Worked in the print shop. Wife, Sarah. Address, 744 Corcoran Avenue, Denver,

Colorado. Call Rhodes.

The guns may be delivered today.

How? One of your regular Friday shipments. Probably to the print shop.

Thank you.

Frank Porter, FBI.

Just stay where you are.

Hold it!

Frank!

Frank, you all right?

Get an ambulance, Ken.

Sassy.

You'd have come with me, wouldn't you? You really would have come with me. Yes,

Frank. Yeah.

We've had a time, I tell you.

You'd have been beautiful.

Gorgeous. Yeah.

Okay. We let him cool.

Too hot for that, Moline.

FBI. It's all over.

Stooley. Five years I've waited for this. Five years!

It was quite an arsenal.

They made the bullets themselves.

Took them two or three years, apparently.

By the way, we picked up the gun supplier on a tip from Mrs. Porter, a

the name of Vic Kirby.

He had enough artillery for rent to start a good -sized revolution.

What about the Durbin woman?

She's under arrest.

The motel had been used as a hideout before.

Well, Warden, thanks for your hospitality.

It's a nice place to visit. She wouldn't want to live here.

Say hello to Arthur for me, will you? I'll do that.

Parole violator Frank Russell Porter was returned to Mason Ridge Federal

Penitentiary to serve out his sentence.

Richard Larkin, Paul Thorne, and Fritz Moline were convicted of the murder of

Joseph Kowalczyk and are awaiting execution pending final appeal.

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