All language subtitles for The FBI s02e13 List for a Firing Squad

Who's here?

Captain Sladek.

Nice to see you again.

I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Do you
have it?

Yes, sir.

Comrade. Comrade, of course.

All right.

The money will be mailed to you.

Mailed? But you see, I took a very great
risk tonight.

I had to practically steal the list from
under Mattheon's nose.

I think I'm entitled to be paid.

Look, we told you.

She's still traitor.

Yes, sir. Mr. Mateen, you don't
understand. Oh, please, shut up, Cross.

Even now, I find it hard to believe you
could do such a thing.

Give me the list.

You realize, comrade, that you're
addressing a representative of your

government. I'm addressing the
representative of firing squads and

chambers.

You may at least kill you here and now,
Captain.

And speaking of firing squads, this one
would be as legal as any of yours and

considerably more just.

You've been in America too long,
comrade.

You're out of touch.

The people don't want your...

brand of underground democracy.

How do you know what people want?

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The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars Suzanne Plachette.

Charles Corbin.

Tonight's episode, List for a Firing
Squad.

One man killed, another would soon be
dead.

This time the battleground for freedom
was not behind the Iron Curtain. It was

New York City.

But Ferenc Matien lived long enough to
identify his assailant as Captain Istvan

Sladek, a European who had entered the
United States without registering as an

agent for a foreign power.

Because our own national security was
endangered, the FBI was notified at

Sladek was now in possession of a
classified coded list containing the

every important underground worker in
his country.

Unless he was captured without delay, it
would become a list for a firing squad.

All right, thank you very much.

Well, the New York charge is now
homicide.

Mattia just died on the operating table.

Who was he, Art?

For the record, he was a newspaper
editor.

Krolls worked for him.

But actually, he was a liaison agent for
the underground network inside his

country. He was a World War II hero.

Quite a patriot.

Like Sladek, huh? What do you mean?

He was a patriot, too. War hero.

He got a half a dozen citations with
partisan guerrilla activity against the

Nazis.

Maybe that's why they sent him. They
figure this is a war.

All right, if he gets that list out of
the country, we're going to start seeing

a few casualties in that war.

We're going to have to stop him first.

Come in.

Would an 8 a .m. flight to LaGuardia be
all right? Yeah, that'll be fine.

That'll give you time for a briefing.

All right.

Have the papers identified Sladek as the
killer yet? No.

Now it's still a minor story, a hassle
in a neighborhood bar.

Well, it might be good if we kept it
that way as long as we can.

What was this cover, sir?

He worked for an export -import firm on
6th Avenue. We already have it under

surveillance. New York police are
covering stations, terminals, arterial

highways, and the consulate.

What's to prevent him from getting a
photo set of the list and sending copies

in? Well, he's killed a man.

He doesn't know whether he was
identified or not.

If he was, his usefulness is over.

He's a dead man once he gives up that
list. It's his safe passage home now.

Okay, but is he smart enough to realize
that?

Well, he's smart enough to survive a war
and two revolutions.

Well, he must have a weakness, and we've
got to find it.

Hello.

Always hoping you'd call.

I know we said goodbye last night.

Yes, well, I've decided not to go to the
office today.

So, we have a little time.

Oh? Enough time to have breakfast with
me?

No, not that much. As a matter of fact,
I'm waiting for a cab now to take me to

the airport.

Oh. Well, I hope you feel properly
guilty about flying off to Washington

leaving me alone to face the wind and
the rain.

But you like the wind and the rain.

Your cheeks get red and your eyes
sparkle.

Now you are being logical instead of
being compassionate and sympathetic.

That's what I really need. And a
cigarette. Just hold on a second.

There.

I may be gone a little longer than we
planned.

Oh? Why?

After Washington, the company wants me
to go on to Mexico. They feel that

is an important market, you understand,
so... Well, we'll lose more than a

weekend, huh?

Yes. I'm sorry.

You all right?

Certainly.

It's fine.

Maria, I love you.

Well, you sound so distant.

Because I never loved anybody before.

And I don't know what words to use.

And it's so hard to say goodbye to you.

Even for a short time.

Darling. Maria, suppose... Suppose what?

No. No, it wouldn't be fair.

I'll see you when I get back, all right?

Inspector? Chet, how are you? Fine. Jim
Rhodes, Chet Randolph. Chet, how are

you? Fine.

How do we stand, Chet?

No word on Sladek so far, Inspector.

We've talked with the superintendent of
his apartment building. He went out

sometime around midnight last night,
hasn't been back since.

The superintendent said all of his
clothes seem to be there, but toilet

articles, razor and so forth are gone.

How about personal papers?

Nothing. Books, magazines?

No books. One copy of a British magazine
called International Football.

We're contacting the local soccer teams
to see if he was a member of any of

them. No positive results so far.

We checked his office?

We phoned and asked for him first. The
receptionist said he was on vacation, so

I decided we might as well go on in.

Three employees and an office manager.
They claimed Sladek was a mystery to

them. He kept to himself.

No social contacts that they knew of.

Do you think they know more than they're
telling us?

Sure, but probably not a whole lot.

I have a feeling they were told to give
him a job and leave him alone.

They check out clean. No known
intelligence contacts.

Do you want to talk to them?

that he lived in his apartment, Chet.
One year, ever since he got off the

apparently. I'd like to take a look at
his neighborhood.

The man established a lot of patterns in
a year.

The average man.

This one was careful.

He was a stranger to everybody in his
building.

Polite, courteous, but he never let his
guard down.

You know, there's one word I always
approach with a great sense of

Which word?

Never.

Well, we'll have to do something.

What about Vinique?

Well, she can work the show Thursday,
but she's got a photographer sitting on

Monday. Okay, well, then call Betsy
Williams, or is she still in Spain?

Yes, I am.

Yes, what?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Darling, where are you this morning?

Have you had a fight with your Romanian
prince?

Istva? No, we never fight.

Besides, he's not a prince. He's a
businessman.

You see, I try to invest the drab life
of a merchandising assistant with a

little glamour, and that's the thanks I
get.

All right.

What happened between you and your non
-Romanian businessman?

I think he's left me.

Oh, baby, I wouldn't... I do, I really
do.

And if he has, I'd just as soon die.

But what did he say?

Nothing.

Goodbye, he went to Mexico on business.

Well, then he can't be gone forever.

It sounded like forever.

You know, I think he almost asked me to
go with him.

One minute's notice.

He wouldn't have done that.

I would. I certainly would. I'd do
anything he asked.

But you've only known him a few months.
You hardly know a thing about him.

I don't care.

Go home.

Oh, Doris, I can't. There's too much
work.

I mean it. Go home. Buy yourself a
bottle of champagne, a new hat.

Forget about this beast, do you hear?

But I love that lousy beast.

Go home.

He's Van Slatik?

Yes, that's right.

Airport police.

Could you come with us, please?

Well, I was catching that plane, but I
think this is what you're looking for.

How much?

Two dollars.

Special today only. Fire sale.

When was the fire?

32 years ago.

I... It wasn't a little traffic
accident.

Did you ask me about this?

May I use your phone?

I only sell clothes.

That's all. Just clothes, mister.

Thank you.

Hey, that wasn't a bad kick.

Thank you.

You fellas aren't bad either.

Nah, we just mess around.

Got a good bunch of kids, though. Got
this game coming up Saturday.

Hey, where'd you learn?

Uh, Quantico.

Oh, Marine?

FBI. No kidding?

Mm -hmm.

Proof positive.

Gee.

That's not a bad play. Did you figure
that one out?

An expert showed us that one.

What kind of expert?

Just some guy in the neighborhood.

Czech or Hungarian or something.

Comes around once in a while.

He loves soccer. Calls it football.

Does he always come alone?

Why?

What'd he do?

Ask him a few questions?

Well, usually.

Except once he had this chick with him.

20 years younger than him. Could have
been his daughter.

Only she wasn't. You follow me?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I follow you.

Was she, uh, Czech or Hungarian or
something, too? Well, that's the way

talked together. Only she didn't have
any accent when she spoke English.

Did he introduce her? I mean, did you
catch a name?

No.

When'd they come by?

Uh, guess it was night before last.

Was there anything, uh...

unusual about her that you'd remember?

Well, well, she smoked him, and she
likes goulash. I collect matchbook

What'd you say?

Well, I collect matchbook covers.

Wait a minute, I think I still got it.

Yeah, here.

She threw it away. Well, like I said, I
collect them.

Sure, anytime.

Chet's been in touch with Washington.

There's been a lot of activity around
Sladek's embassy, but no sign of him.

If he's still in New York, I don't think
he'll try to leave now. Look at this.

Hello?

Major Tuckley, please.

Toccoli? Major, I'm sorry to bother you.

Do you know who this is?

I told you never to call my office here
in New York.

Have you seen the papers?

Yes.

I need help.

Badly. Right away.

I have already talked to the embassy in
Washington.

Something is being worked out.

Where is the list?

In my pocket.

Why haven't you mailed it?

What's being worked out, Major?

Your rescue.

What did you suppose?

Good. Did you think we would abandon you
now?

I hope not.

Well, the whole idea is ridiculous.

Apart from your professional value, you
are a personal friend of mine.

I do think it would be wiser to mail the
list.

I'd prefer to give it to the man who
rescues me.

All right. All right.

Call me again.

At nine tonight.

We'll have things worked out by then.

All right, Major.

In the meantime, is there someplace you
can go?

Someone you can stay with for a few
hours?

Possibly.

Be careful.

I remember him.

He came in several times with a girl.

Terrible.

Terrible. He didn't look like a spy.

But then, what does a spy look like?

Could you describe the girl, Mrs.
Caroli?

Pretty.

Fashionable.

Mid -twenties. Dark hair.

In eight million.

There are so many like her.

Well, did she live around here, Mrs.
Carling?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't think so.

From what they said, he would pick her
up after she got off work.

Then they would stop in here for an
early dinner and then take the subway.

Oh, she worked near here?

Yes. A factory shop?

She talked about fashion shows.

Was she a model?

No, no.

But she knew mortals. She hired them.

I want a check of every couturier within
a ten -block radius.

Right. Thank you, Mrs. Conner.

Operator, could you please connect me
with the FBI?

One moment, please.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

May I help you?

You see what comes of giving men the key
to your apartment?

One man.

Turned out to be a stranger, huh?

A spy.

A murderer.

Then it's true.

Maria, what is true is that I've tried
to help my country.

I'm a very uncomplicated man. My
government has asked me to do a certain

I'm doing it. Not very well, but... I
wish your government had asked you to

away from crazy girls who fall... I love
you.

No government can give orders about
that.

Then why?

I love you. We speak the same language.
We... Istvan, I grew up here. I live

here. I don't even remember the old... I
love you. I love you. That's all that

matters.

Isn't it?

I tried to call the FBI.

I couldn't do it.

Okay, it's fine. What's the matter with
me?

It's all right.

I found some bandages in the kitchen.

It'll be dark in a few hours.

Let me stay until then.

They'll hunt you down. You can't get
away.

I think I can.

If I'm very careful.

I've been in enemy cities before and
gotten out safely.

Of course, I've never been hunted by
both sides at once.

Both sides?

I may be wrong about that. I hope I am.

But I must make sure.

Maria, if I find that it's safe, that we
can both get out, will you come with

me?

What? You don't have to make a decision
now.

I'll call you later.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about anything.

All right, widen the area. Get as many
men on as you need.

I want the girl found before those doors
close tonight.

Yes, Brighton.

Washington calling, Mr. Ward.

Yes,

sir. Oh, Lewis, did the briefing
officers fill you in on a communist

named Dobrenko?

Dobrenko?

Yannis, Miami, yes.

Well, embassy surveillance spotted him
in Washington this afternoon.

He met an embassy secretary at the Tyler
Club. They had lunch.

And ten minutes ago, he bought a ticket
on KBL flight 131 to New York.

Right, 131.

Arriving at 825 LaGuardia. We'll have an
agent on the plane.

Art, DeBranco's name is starred on my
memorandum. Is that a current

Absolutely.

He's to be considered armed and
extremely dangerous. He's already been

with several deaths in Europe. No proof,
but he always manages to be in the

neighborhood somehow.

He's probably as much a hatchet man as
he is a courier.

Well, they'd be fools to let Sladek
live.

We may run into a situation where we'd
want to take DiBranco into custody.

Then use your own judgment.

He's been valuable as a lead so far.

But if you feel at any time the list has
been transferred to him, then move in.

That's the important thing, the list.

Sladek can wait.

I'll contact you as soon as we have
anything.

Good luck.

Okay, Chet, good.

Yeah, we'll check on it. Thanks.

That was Randolph.

We found a buyer at Carter and Smith's,
a gal named Doris Brighton.

Her assistant has a Central European
boyfriend who matches Sladek's

What's the assistant's name?

Mario Pasmani, 136 East 33rd.

Miss Pasmani?

Yes.

FBI. I'm Inspector Erskine. This is
Special Agent Rhodes.

How do you do?

I was wondering how long it would take
you to drop around.

Come in.

Thank you.

He isn't here.

Well, you are looking for Isvan Sladek.

I'm sure you understand that it's
against the law to harbor a criminal.

You may search if you like.

That's some blood I tried to wash out.

I cut my finger.

I'm sure you understand also, Miss
Puzmany, that you don't have to answer

questions.

Any answers you do give can be used in
court.

Of course.

Do you think I have something to hide?

How long have you known Captain Sliding?

Six months.

And, uh, when did you see him last?

Last night. He told me he was going away
to Mexico on business.

You were born in the same country?

Yes.

How old were you here?

Four.

I was taken in a DP camp in Austria a
year before I came to America.

In Austria?

My grandparents and I left our country
when the communists took over.

Did you know that Captain Sladek was a
communist?

We never discussed politics.

I didn't know he was working for his
government.

When did you find out?

I read it in the papers.

Do you have any relatives in Europe?

Not that I know of.

Inspector, if you're trying to discover
if I'm a loyal American, I am.

I would have died in that DP camp if the
Americans hadn't fed me, accepted me,

educated me.

I am an American.

And what do you think of Captain Sladek
now?

I love him.

Inspector, suppose that everything were
reversed and

we were in Hungary or Bulgaria or Russia
and you were the hunted man

and you'd fallen in love with a girl and
she was you.

What would you expect her to do?

Good night, Miss Budmoni.

I want to start this. What time is it?

It's a little after nine.

Hey, hey, are you okay?

Yes.

A little high.

No, no.

Mister, you ought to get out of this
neighborhood. You look like you're a

ways from home.

Yes, a long way.

Yes,

and how do you feel now?

Very tired.

Well, there's nothing to worry about.
Everything has been arranged.

Are you familiar with the identity of
C6?

Would you recognize him?

Yes. Well, you'll meet him in half an
hour at point 3F.

You'll make arrangements for the
treatment of your wound.

You will give him the list.

I'm sorry.

I prefer another spot. I picked a better
one.

What are you talking about?

Everything has been arranged.

Then rearrange it.

Oh, this is fantastic.

Are you serious?

There's a little park approximately 14
blocks south and 7 blocks west of Point

3F.

There's a bench near a popcorn stand.

Have C6 drop a packet containing $15
,000 into the trash basket at the end of

the bench.

Captain, I... This is the sensible way.
I'll be able to make my own arrangements

with the money.

May I say that I'm shocked at your
distrust, Captain.

Completely shocked.

I'll mail the list when I've picked up
the money.

I don't suppose I could talk you out of
this childishness.

No, Major.

Oh, and one more thing.

Please remind C6 to leave his gun
behind.

He's so used to carrying one, he
sometimes forgets.

Oh, I like him.

That's the man with flair, Tokari, isn't
he?

Style.

What are you going to do?

Drop the money and stay out of sight
until he picks it up.

And if he's left the list somewhere
else?

I won't kill him until I find out for
sure where it is.

41 to Control.

Breaking contact.

Yes, we have him.

Control to Unit Green.

Unit Green.

Any sign of the girl?

She hasn't left her apartment.

Control to all blue units.

Subject is stopped.

We'll cover.

Could be a transfer.

Maybe he's planning to cut the list
there.

Yanis Dobrenko, FBI, stay where you are.

Dobrenko, drop it.

Check the trash can.

She hasn't budged.

I'll have to get in touch with her now.
There's no place else to go.

No sign of the list?

Dobrenko didn't have it.

I had the feeling Sladek set the whole
thing up.

He probably asked for some kind of
payoff.

There was an embassy envelope in the
trash can.

Money?

Trash paper.

Sweet double cross.

Yeah, he knows it, too, if he was there.

And we've seen that Dobrenko had a gun.

I don't think he'll try to mail that
list now under any circumstances.

Chet, did the background information on
the girl come through yet?

Yes, sir. There was an investigation
when she worked in a defense plant in

Highest clearance.

Let's go.

Oh, you have the wrong number.

Yes, I'm sorry, too.

Did you find him?

Not yet.

He's hurt. Did you know that?

Yes, we did.

How did you know, Miss Bosmani?

It was in the papers.

Was he here this afternoon?

Yes.

Miss Pasamani, we don't usually discuss
a case with private citizens, but I

think it's important to hear.

I want to make one thing as clear as I
possibly can.

Sladek has lost.

He can't get away.

We had proof tonight his own people are
out to kill him.

You don't seem very surprised, Miss
Pasamani.

He was afraid of it.

He told you that?

He wanted to be sure, then he was going.
To do what?

Call you?

He said I could go away with him if I
wanted to.

What if he phones?

He won't.

Well, you're the only one he can count
on.

He has no one else now.

Do you know what you're saying?

Do you know what you're asking of me?

He mustn't call. I can't make a decision
like that.

You can't help him.

But if you help us you'll be saving a
great many lives.

He has a list of underground agents. If
it gets out those men will disappear.

It's as simple as that.

Then let me meet you somewhere.

No, it's too dangerous.

Istvan?

Can you hear me?

Yes.

You're wounded. I can help you.

When it's light, I can rent a car.

Istvan, please, where are you?

Do you remember, Maria, the first place
we met?

The drugstore?

I'll be there.

Darling.

I have to go along.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's my price.

Very well.

48th Street near Madison.

I'd had a tooth pulled. I was walking
home and I felt dizzy.

I went into a pharmacy and I almost
fainted.

He helped me to a table, ordered some
coffee, and just started talking.

Captain Sleddick, Federal Bureau of
Investigation.

We're booked on the noon flight back.

Good.

Nice day for it.

Did you get in touch with Doris
Brighton? Yeah.

The girl's going to stay with her for a
while.

Looks like a cold city, doesn't it?

There always seems to be someone out
there willing to help someone else.

There was someone willing to try.

She'll be all right.

I know.

I know.

Three men were dead.

But with the recovery of the list, the
underground in one European country

continue its fight against its
oppressors.

Yanos Dobrenko was convicted under the
provisions of the Internal Security Act.

and is now in the federal penitentiary.

The body of Captain Istvan Sladek was
returned to his homeland.