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Hello, Farr.

I got another call about my check.

What's going on up here? I don't know. Apparently there's been some trouble

one of the new computers.

I have filled out enough W -4 forms to paper a wall.

Now, what seems to be the trouble here?

Mr. Farr, all I know is that the machine doesn't make mistakes. It can't.

Someone must have been feeding it wrong information.

Well, what can we do to solve this problem? You must have some solution.

You won't like it.

Fill out another W -4.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks, with guest stars

Lyndon Childs, Sarah Marshall.

Tonight's episode, The Contaminator.

Clarence, Idaho is like any one of a thousand American towns, peaceful,

minding its own business.

As a chameleon becomes one with its surroundings, Frederick Wilfred McCone

quickly became part of Clarence, even though he had been there only a short

time. It was part of his job.

McCone was a communist courier.

His assignment? To purchase documents relating to United States progress in

defense plans and weapons.

But McCone had not gone unnoticed by the FBI.

Certain that a contact would be made, he was placed under 24 -hour surveillance.

12 to 15.

15.

Yeah, what do it be?

Fill it up, please.

Right. Oh, and check the tires.

Hi, mister.

Do you need a key?

Oh, yeah, thank you.

Frederick McCone, FBI.

Check the washroom.

FBI, stay back.

Who's your contact?

Where'd this come from?

Use your head, McComb. It's over.

You cooperate with us and it goes in the record. It's as simple as that.

What's that, the drop?

It could be.

The paint on the head of the screw's been chipped.

All right, have someone take the mirror off. Maybe it prints underneath.

Okay.

Did you get anything from McComb?

I don't think he knows anything.

Do you think he's wrecked?

Oh, between a courier.

If you were a spy master, would you trust a man like that with any important

information?

No. No, I wouldn't.

McCone and the man who delivered the papers probably never laid eyes on each

other.

So does this whole thing seem, I don't know, unplanned to you?

You mean unprofessional? Yeah.

It seems to me that a professional spy would microfilm his material first or

a better drop or at least work by night.

What kind of man is this?

What are you doing?

I thought you were out painting. Isn't this the day you paint? No, the

instructor wasn't there. He's home with the flu or something.

Oh, yeah?

I hope it isn't going around.

Why? Do you feel... I'm just tired.

You look a little pale.

I have a headache.

Did something go wrong at work? No, maybe.

Oh, I know what. Come on in the house. I'll fix you a hot lemonade and some

whiskey. Maria.

Okay, when I get back, all right? Back? From where?

Darling, what is this? Where do you think I'm going? To China?

I just want a pack of cigarettes. I thought we had a carton of cigarettes in

trunk. We must have used them up, okay?

Look, you go make the lemonade, and I'll be back in ten minutes, all right?

All right. Okay. I love you.

And I love you.

Dr. Barrows, Mr. John Gottlieb, President of Clarence Testing.

Mr. Gottlieb? What do you do, Doctor?

Well... That was definitely a thermonuclear reaction.

Tiny, but effective.

The material apparently became unstable on contact with the floor.

This man took the highest dosage.

How much?

Well, over a thousand rentkins.

How long does he have?

Two days.

Three.

Everybody in the room except the men wearing radiation suits absorbed at

600 R's.

No chance for any of them?

No, sir.

The whole area closed off.

At least we stopped the contamination there.

Well... Well, what?

Haven't we stopped it?

We think so.

But there seems to be some confusion as to whether or not a technician named

Farr was in the room.

He says he wasn't, and he checks out clean, but one of the guards claims he

signed the entry book.

We can't reconcile it for sure until the decontamination squad okays us in.

Well, can't you hurry them up?

We can try.

Meanwhile, keep all of this quiet.

I don't want any panic.

Yes, sir.

Process the entire area. I guess that's it. Good.

Ah, look, Inspector.

I'm sorry.

I just can't remember.

All right. Let's approach it from another angle.

How many keys to the restroom are there?

Just the one.

And you always keep it locked?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, we've had a lot of vandalism lately.

I guess I get suspicious of everybody.

Even the ones who ask you for the key?

Sometimes.

All right, now think back.

How many others, just before McCone, came to you and asked... I'm sorry, I

remember.

No, no, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, there was a guy.

Tall, short, fat, thin?

No, average.

Good looking.

Yeah, I remember because I was thinking at the time, now this guy, he's not got

to bust up anything.

He had a good face.

What kind of a car was he driving?

Well, he came into the premium pump.

I filled the tank.

Oil.

White. Two -door, 59.

Idaho license?

Yeah, but I can't remember all those numbers.

Just see if you can remember the first two or three.

Eleven? Eleven -eight?

Underwood works in the payroll department at the Clarence Testing

He reported in at 8 and left at noon. His usual Saturday hours.

Clarence Testing Station. Is that where McCullough's material came from? We

don't know.

They haven't reported anything stolen or missing.

Who's the president?

A man named John Gottlieb.

I've got a copy to him. Ask him to check it through.

Yes, sir.

If I can get in again.

What does that mean?

Our security was extremely tight.

Although that may be normal.

I don't know. Everything felt wrapped up, closed off.

Control to 7.

7.

Sheriff's car number 3 reports sighting subject's vehicle.

Let me talk to him.

Go ahead, 7.

7 to Sheriff 3.

Sheriff 3, where are you located?

The Devil's Gorge, County Road 10.

I know the place.

Subject's car evidently went through a crash rail trying to make the turn.

Any sign of life?

No, sir.

Can you see the body?

Not from this height.

How long will it take us to get there?

Oh, uh, full out, 20 minutes.

Half an hour if we stop to pick up boots.

Would you contact the Forest Service, Sheriff 3?

Tell them we'll need some climbers.

And have someone rush a copy of the McCone papers I would have got late.

Inspector Ruskin?

Yes. Deputy Hart, County Sheriff's Office. I'm the one that talked to you.

is Special Agent Kane.

How do you do?

This is where the car went over.

Inspector, you can see the car from the edge.

Let's take a look.

Hart, how much of a hurry are you in?

That sun will be going down soon. It'll take us about an hour to get down there.

My boys come back tomorrow, or do you want to get started now?

Well, what do you think, Inspector?

Oh, you FBI?

Erskine. Dunlap, fire service.

Well, that's quite an assignment you've given us, Mr. Erskine.

Your man couldn't have picked a more inaccessible spot unless he planned it.

No, he couldn't, could he?

Mr. Dunlap, how fast would you say a car would have to be coming to miss that

turn?

Well, she's pretty well banked.

Pretty good grade, I'd say.

Oh? 60 at least.

Even if he were asleep, the rough shoulder would wake him up, wouldn't you

think? Absolutely.

He'd swing his wheel, hit his brakes.

That's right.

Aware of the skid marks.

Mr.

Erskine, I didn't want to bother you with something foolish, but maybe it

so foolish after all.

Over here, I want to show you something.

Take a look at this.

That break is fresh.

Now, something's climbed this slope in the last, oh, three or four hours.

A perfect area for Underwood to try and hide in, wouldn't it?

I'm betting he's not in that car.

If we take the time to go down there, we'll never catch up with him.

Inspector, suppose I go on up a way and sort of take a look around.

I know this territory like I know my own face.

Listen, I'll go with you. I'll bring some radio equipment, rifles.

Bring three, will you?

I used to do a lot of hunting in this kind of country.

Mrs. Underwood.

Mrs. Underwood.

Hey!

Somebody!

Help!

Somebody! Wait here, sir. Help! Help!

Give me a hand.

He's been hurt.

What do you think's wrong?

Get an ambulance.

What's wrong?

Radiation. They've had an accident at the plant.

It caused a small atomic reaction.

Apparently, her husband was in the room when it happened.

He used the ID tag of a man named Far.

They found his radiation suit back in the locker room.

One of the trouser legs was ripped, which means that he was probably exposed

close to a maximum dosage.

Then Underwood was definitely the thief.

That's right, sir.

The Geiger counter had a clear trail from the locker room to Underwood's

out to the parking lot space.

Why didn't the company report all this?

Well, they weren't able to get into the area until just a few minutes ago, sir.

They had no way of knowing there was a theft.

What was stolen?

Plans for a new small atomic engine for space probes.

Of course, Underwood wasn't missed. He left at the regular time. He probably

dropped off the papers at the gas station, then went on home.

Did he know he was dying?

Not necessarily, Mr. Ward. You see, Mr.

Gottlieb said there was just a brief flash, so possibly Underwood didn't even

know there was an atomic reactor.

I suppose the gas station was contaminated, too.

Everything he touched.

They checked out the gas station attendant and Underwood's friends at the

but they're all clear.

Is his wife going to make it?

The doctor doesn't know, sir.

She's absorbed a lot of radiation from the garage and from the house. As a

matter of fact, it's over 250 hours.

Anything over 200 may cause organic damage.

What about you?

You were with her in the garage.

No problem. 90 hours. That's not enough to hurt.

Good.

Let me talk to Lewis.

Well, he's not here, sir. He got a report that Underwood's car had crashed.

out following the lead.

Well, he's been informed of all this, hasn't he?

I mean, he knows he's not to approach the man.

We're trying to contact him now, sir.

Ranger Dunlap, this is Chrysene. Come in.

Come in, Dunlap.

I have a very important message.

Do you read?

Well, they must be in a blind spot.

How many going after them?

No, it's too late. Sun will be down in ten minutes.

Dunlap.

Come in. Do you read?

Have utmost urgent message.

Dunlop, come in.

Come in, Dunlop.

Come in.

Dunlop, come in.

Nothing, huh?

No. I notified the FBI and Clarence. They'll bring a Geiger gunner. Oh, good.

I told them I'd take a search party out at dawn.

All right, that's a good idea.

Dunlop, come in.

Come in, Dunlop. Come in.

Finally found our boy, huh?

Yeah. Too good a tracker, Dunlop.

That's me.

He could be the first class.

Is he still up there?

Oh, no sign of him. He's moved on.

Almost seems like a man with a goal, doesn't he?

Why would he pick the wilderness in the first place?

Hide out until things cool off, maybe.

Who knows, it'll never cool off.

Once we've found the car and no body in it.

What he wants is time, I think.

You meet somebody?

Dunlop, is there any place up there where a small plane could land?

Well, there's no airstrips. There's some fairly flat meadows.

How far?

It's about a day's hike.

Now, listen.

We better get after him, eh?

You know, it looks like the bullet

may have shattered the bone. He needs a doctor.

Tell me, what about that radio?

Oh, it's just fine.

The only thing is, it doesn't work.

Well, let's send a search party for us about Dawn. You can't wait for that.

I'll be all right, I'll be all right. I can make it back by myself.

Sure you can.

One man to help you.

One man? We can't get under with that much of a head start.

Stick as close as I can to him.

Stay with him. Now, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Still a little daylight left.

You'll be using every minute of it.

I understand that, but you have to understand the danger. Now, Inspector

has already been exposed to radiation.

Anything he picked up in the gas station.

If he gets too close to Underwood, the contamination could kill him. Mr.

I'm sorry we couldn't reach him.

Now, I can't risk sending men into this wilderness area after sundown.

Now, as soon as the men can see their hands in front of their faces, they'll

out. All right.

May I join them?

Yeah, that's perfectly all right.

I'll be there at dawn.

All right, fine, at dawn.

Mr. Rhodes?

Yes, sir. We picked up a strong reaction at the telephone.

Apparently Underwood used it while he was there, if that's any help.

Yes, it may be a big help. Thank you.

Mr.

Dodd.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't answer any more questions. Yes, sir. I know it's

been tough, and you've been a big help, but just one more question, please.

Nope. I'm going home. Mr. Dodd.

I guess it's been a rough day on everybody, hasn't it?

Look, I don't think I can remember anything else, but... Go ahead. Shoot.

Good.

Mr. Dodd, there was a... There was an indication that Underwood used the

payphone while he was here. Do you remember that? The phone?

No, I don't recall.

You don't remember a conversation, a name?

I'm sorry.

Now, wait. Wait a minute. Maybe that's why he wanted all that change.

Change? Yeah, I told you about that.

No, no, you didn't.

Well, he wanted this $5 bill busted up into silver.

All of it?

Well, yeah.

Mostly quarters.

Thanks. Bill?

Yes, sir?

Bill, would you call the phone company and see if there are any long -distance

calls placed from that booth?

It's in the last 12 hours.

Thanks.

What do you hear from your friend?

Huh?

The inspector.

Nothing.

Thank you.

What do you do with all that blood?

Are you sure your name isn't Dracula?

I think we've taken all we need.

Am I all right?

Yes.

Yes, you're all right.

If you're too tired, Mrs. Underwood, we could continue this interview some other

time. How many more questions do you have?

Just a few.

Can I ask you a question first?

Mm -hmm.

You'd tell me if you'd already found Larry and he was dead, wouldn't you?

Yes, yes, I would.

But he hasn't been located yet, as a matter of fact. We were hoping that you

could tell us where some of his favorite campsites were.

He never took me with him.

He used to go into the Sawtooth two, three times

a year.

He was a man who had to be alone sometimes.

I understood.

Was he a secretive man?

No.

Well, you knew most of his friends, then.

I knew all of his friends.

What do you mean?

Was your husband a communist, Mrs. Underwood?

Of course not.

He didn't care anything at all about politics. He didn't take sides.

That's what's so crazy about this whole situation.

You tell me that someone I've known all my life is a

spy, a thief, and now that he's run away, I tell you it isn't

true.

I know him.

I love him and he loves me.

And Larry would never do anything to hurt anybody.

Then get out. I don't want to talk anymore.

Mr. Rhodes.

The phone company confirms that there was a long -distance call placed in the

gas station a little after 4 p .m. It went to Spokane and Washington.

Hotel for Women.

the name of the party you called?

No, sir.

Okay, Bill, thanks.

Mrs. Underwood, you know someone living in Spokane, Washington?

Yes. A woman?

Yes. A friend of your husband's, too?

No.

That's funny. They hate each other.

She and I went to school together.

Well, she's everything that Larry cast.

She's political and domineering, self -sufficient.

Outdoors type, hunting, fishing, hiking?

Yes.

Why would your husband call her long distance, Mrs. Underwood?

He wouldn't.

He did?

What do you know what she does for a living?

Nothing.

Oh, she's independently wealthy. She has her own plane, things

like that.

She lives in a hotel for women.

Very exclusive.

Do you know her name?

Flight 114 Spokane to Portland postponed due to bad weather.

Darling, look, you've already messed up my schedule, almost beyond repair.

I've got to take off, whether you recommend it or not.

Look, I have instruments, and I'm not afraid of a little fog.

There's someone I have to meet.

Miss Anna Fraser?

Yes. FBI, Miss Fraser.

Would you mind stepping over here?

Would you mind answering a few questions?

Questions about what?

Who is it you've got to meet?

That's none of your business.

Do you know a man named Lawrence Underwood?

Or his wife, Maria?

Yes.

When Underwood called you from Clarence, did he say anything about the accident?

He didn't call me.

From Clarence or anywhere else.

Oh, by the way, we've got McCone in custody, too.

I... I don't know anyone named McCone.

Look, I'd like to talk to a lawyer.

Certainly. What accident?

Underwood caused a nuclear reaction in the lab when he stole the papers.

He was infected. He's dying.

He would have infected you, too, if you'd managed to get to him.

Infected me?

It's ended, Miss Fraser.

Don't you think it would be wiser to cooperate at this point?

Should we get out of this lousy, uncooperative airport?

Hang on.

There's no more.

Why am I glad to see you, Tim?

They caught us before dark and pinned us down.

What do you mean? Give us a hand.

Come on, take him. All right, I got him. Come on.

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

Jerry?

Get these men back to a doctor right away. Right.

All right.

Jim.

Yeah. We just heard from Spokane.

They picked up Anne Fraser at the airport.

She admitted everything. She was on her way to meet Underwood.

See that Mr. Ward's informed of that, will you?

Tell him we're on our way in to find the inspector.

We'll contact Washington as soon as we find him.

Got a trail.

Like dowsing for water, isn't it? A little.

A little bit.

It's up this way.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Keep your eye on the wood.

Drop the gun!

Drop it!

Don't touch him!

Lou, stay away from him!

He's dead.

I'll bring him down.

Get away from him!

Lou, stay away from him!

Get away from him!

He's radioactive.

Contaminated.

Contaminated?

He's been dying ever since he stole those papers from the lab.

Caused an atomic accident. It was his fault.

Well, then I'm... That's right.

Get a doctor.

Tell him to meet us.

Come on.

Come on, Lou. Hurry.

Now, Lewis.

Oh, you managed to get me all the way out here from Washington.

I told you not to come.

Do you ever listen to me?

And what's the take, Doctor?

About 150 hours.

No organic damage.

Organic damage?

Well, then why can't I leave here?

You can.

Anytime you feel like it.

I don't know if that fellow's on the level, but I'm getting out of here

they serve lunch.

He's on the level.

You're just fine, Lewis.

Is Jim okay?

He's winding up the cage now in Spokane.

You know...

That Fraser woman turned out to be a fairly important cog in the machinery.

And a talkative one, too.

Looks like we're going to make quite a haul on this one.

Good.

Let's go home.

Okay.

Let's go home.

Lawrence Underwood was dead.

But even if he had succeeded in his mission, the outcome would have been the

same. Anne Fraser could not have let him live with the knowledge that she was a

communist agent.

Her arrest led to the apprehension of seven members of the espionage ring

headquartered in Spokane, Washington.

All are now serving sentences in the federal penitentiary in Atlanta.

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