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Charlie? Ralph.

Been a long time?

I didn't recognize you. Oh, come on, Charlie.

No, I don't know what you're talking about. I was just calling up my girl. I

don't know anything about... Charlie, you're a rat inside the balls. You're a

rat out in the street. Nothing's changed.

Easy, buddy, easy. I'll get you help. No.

You help.

Phone.

You need a doctor? Later.

You doctor.

F .D.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks, with guest stars

Ralph Meeker, Nita Talbot,

John Milford, Rudy Solari.

Tonight's episode, The Raid.

Just a minute.

Parolee Charles Everett Allen was dying.

No friend of the FBI, well known to them as a pickpocket and a thief.

Allen was standing on the right side of the law for the first and last time in

his life.

He was informing on the man who had fatally wounded him.

Well, where are you?

Right.

Gotcha.

Allen had spotted an ex -convict named Ralph Dacre, also known as the Iceman,

second in command of a gang led by top ten fugitive Scott Martin.

In the three months since his release from Florida State Prison, Martin had

his gang in a series of bank robberies ranging across the country and marked by

two savage murders.

John, contact Sheriff Homicide and get an ambulance down to the Victory Drive

-In. Charlie Allen just took an ice pick in the chest.

Right away, sir.

Ralph Dacre did it.

Allen spotted him going into the Samson Lodge.

Get the name of the manager and ask Washington for an immediate check. I

be sure of his background before we talk to him.

Allen's tip would result in what is at once the most complex and dangerous of

all the FBI actions.

The raid.

And Inspector Lewis Erskine, in Los Angeles for only a few hours between

would lead that raid as the senior agent on the scene.

Its success or failure would be his responsibility.

Did you ever meet this man?

Twice. He was in Atlanta in 62.

Unusual background to make the 10 most wanted.

Born and raised in the Middle West. Honest student into his teens.

Father a well -to -do pharmacist.

First thing he ever stole was his father's shotgun.

He tried to kill him with it.

Martin's in this neighborhood, so it's a good bet he's picked a target nearby

and his boys are looking it over.

Now, here's the outline of our operation, as nearly as I can give it to

right now.

I want to seal off the Samuelson Lodge from the outside.

Teams 27, 28, and 29 will cover the back and sides.

Teams 30, 31, and 32 will cover the key approach streets.

The local people will give us a hand with traffic control, but it's our

responsibility to make sure that no strange vehicles come within gunshot

once we move in.

I understand that this is a small real estate office with adequate command of

the front of the lodge.

We'll move out the office personnel and run the operation from there. Are there

any questions?

Yes.

Just a moment.

Lou?

All right, I'll give you a history of the gang.

You can assume that if you give Scott Martin a chance to kill you, we won't

it go to waste.

He's had a lot of practice, that's all.

Erskine.

Hello, Lewis. This is Arthur.

Oh, yes, Art. I've been trying to reach you.

Well, I was up on the hill testifying.

How was the flight?

Fine.

When will you be back?

Well, we may be in for a delay, Art.

It looks as if Martin's gang's holed up in a motel about 15 minutes away.

Oh?

Isolated area?

I wish you were that lucky. No, it's all freeway traffic, multiple dwellings,

wives, children, babies, and strollers.

Well, looks like you bought yourself a package.

Well, I'll let you get started, then. Good luck.

Thanks, Art.

Well, let's not keep them waiting.

Bank stays open late on Fridays?

Yeah, till six. Why? Did you want to make a deposit?

I might.

You know, you ought to let me paint this thing for you.

Wouldn't it be simpler to buy a new one?

That's an idea.

I've enjoyed the afternoon, Scott. I really have.

There'll be lots of afternoons like this, Linda.

I hope so.

I guess you want to get back and pick up Joby, huh?

Yeah, it's getting late.

It's a wonderful thing, the feeling between a mother and her child.

Oh, this is beautiful.

Was Joby born here in California?

Yeah, right here.

Beautiful. No wonder they call it the Golden State.

And all those banks.

Never seen so many banks.

Hello?

Deputy McDonald, Inspector Hirst. Inspector?

How do you do?

How do you want to work it, Inspector?

Well, first I think we ought to find out which members of the gang are in the

building right now.

We ran a quick check on the motel manager, Ernest Velasco.

No federal criminal record.

I did the same when we were contacted.

Nothing in our files or the State Bureau of Identification.

Well, let's go over and have a talk with him. If possible, I'd like to evacuate

the other tenants.

Right.

I think we ought to make a move.

Relax, shooter.

Nobody saw me.

Barely got the receiver off the hook.

Uh -uh.

How could you figure a thing like that?

All the way across the country, and there he is.

Biggest rat in the Florida pen.

There he was.

Almost like it was meant to be.

It's in the cards.

Go to jail.

Go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Hey, that's pretty

rank, huh, buddy?

I'll never win the game that way.

Yeah, I'm beginning to think you're right.

The kid's getting along real good, George.

Oh, yeah, we're buddies already, right, Joby?

Yes, sir.

I sure wish I could try this camera Mr. Martin gave me.

Hey, well, listen, there's a great view up in the roof if you want to take a

picture. Could we go up there sometime?

Well, sure, we'd go right now.

Maybe you better not.

Wait till his mother comes back.

She wouldn't worry.

Why wouldn't she worry?

It's a pretty big fall from up there.

She trusts me.

Mm -hmm.

You ask her when she comes back.

You don't argue much, do you, Joe?

No, sir.

Never does much good.

Eh.

Well, let's see if we can get me out of this jailhouse.

The only problem I can see is Mrs. Girardi.

She's in her 80s, gets around in a wheelchair.

Where does she live?

Right here, directly below Martin. Yes, that's right.

Is he in his apartment now?

Oh, I saw him go out before noon with this girl.

Have you ever seen her before?

Yes, once with Martin a couple of days ago.

Suppose an agent were to bring this Mrs.

Girardi downstairs in a wheelchair.

Would that necessarily alarm Dacre and the others?

No, her son -in -law comes up every now and then around this time of day and

does that sort of thing.

I don't think they'd notice.

Well, let's try it.

I'm out.

Bear Queens.

I folded with Jackson Ford.

You're off today, sugar.

Did you get bored off?

I got a bad feeling.

Is she leaving the kid up for adoption here?

She'll be along.

Scott keeps him busy.

I don't like the idea of him taking the girl along while he looks the bank over.

You want him to stand on the corner making sketches?

I think that girl is getting to him a little.

I mean, you need some action. You get some girls in, you send them on their

It's safer.

I'll open.

Two cards.

You don't have to worry with Scott.

He gets tired of them, moves them out.

It's funny.

He hates his old man so much. When it comes to women, they're the same.

He hates his old man because of what it did to his mother.

What's the matter?

I've got Rothstein's hand.

Who?

Arnold Rothstein, the gambler.

He was holding the same hand the night he was shot.

Shooter, that was 200 years ago.

Fourth of November.

1928.

One more tenant. Jim's bringing her down now.

Martin in there?

No, Mr. Velasco saw him leave with a girl. They were driving a light blue

hardtop, a little battered.

He's also identified Dacre in armor. He's described an older man I can't

offhand. Inspector, would you be needing me any longer?

No, thanks. Just stay out of the way.

Yes, sir.

Alert the men on the perimeter streets.

If they spot the car, have them notify us, but not move in. It's almost 425.

If we wait much longer, we're going to catch people coming home from work.

Well, that's right. If we move in now, we'll alert Martin.

He's the one at the top of the list.

Car 31 to unit A.

Go ahead, 31.

Subject and woman companion are now moving up from the intersection of

and Elm.

We have them in sight.

Sure you don't want me to go with you?

No, I just have to pick up something at the drugstore.

I'll be back in a minute.

Unit 8 to 55, pick up the girl.

FBI.

We'd like to talk to you, miss.

Me? What about?

Would you come with us, please?

That's all right.

I'll follow you up there.

Let's go, Mike.

Bank looks good. We go tomorrow afternoon.

Easy access to four exits. Very crowded between two and three. And we're on to a

freeway 73 seconds after we make the strike.

Hey, what's the matter with you, shooter?

He's been holding Rothstein's hand.

Your Iceman made a delivery.

What are you talking about?

I saw Charlie Allen across the street a while ago. He was coming into the motel.

Did he see you?

All I... Eyes and mouth, poor Charlie.

You remember Charlie.

Nailed him in a booth.

Barely got the phone off the hook.

He never talked again to another human being, Scott.

Promise you.

I still think we ought to go.

You know, it's funny. The street seemed kind of quiet.

Scott, I got a feeling. Come on, Shooter. Go on downstairs, get some

and when people start coming home from work, come back.

Shooter's getting old.

He's the best nitro man I ever saw. Yeah, but he's getting nervous.

I don't like nervous people around.

I owe a lot to the shooter.

Scott Martin, Ralph Baker.

Shooter's hip? Like I'm trapped in a courtyard.

I've shown the kid.

Thank you.

What do we have on the girl so far?

Linda Ray, age 27, born August 8, 1939 in Stockton, California.

She claims no arrest record of any kind. We're checking that out.

She says the boy's her son.

I'm Inspector Erskinez, Ray.

You had no idea your son was in the apartment.

How long has he been there?

Well, I brought him in around 10 this morning.

Scott said we could leave him with his friends while we went out to lunch, and

showed him around.

How long have you known Scott Martin?

For about a week, more or less. But he told me his name was Scott Howard.

Where'd you meet him?

I work in a cocktail lounge, the Frenzy on Ventura Boulevard, and Scotty's been

coming in there for about a week.

Alone?

Sometimes.

Sometimes with his friends. He's very generous. He always buys the bar.

Not many men spend money like that.

Did he tell you what he does for a living?

He mentioned some kind of business.

All right, Inspector.

I didn't think he was a captain of industry.

Why do you want him?

Bank robbery.

Murder.

We won't do anything to jeopardize your son.

How old is the boy?

He's ten.

Would you like to notify his father?

No, no, he wouldn't be that interested.

I'm going to have to ask you to wait right here for the time being.

Am I under arrest, Inspector?

Not for the moment.

It's my fault he's up there.

We just had a report from the rear of the building. One of the men's in the

courtyard and he's been wounded.

So we got one in the roof, one in the courtyard, two in the apartment.

We can't rush them because of the boy.

Can't use tear gas for the same reason.

So we wait.

I don't understand it.

He's got the boy. He must know that's a passport right out of there.

He's waiting for dark.

Suppose he takes the boy.

Can he be trusted to free him later?

He's taken hostages twice before.

Once he felt he was safe, he killed them both.

If we had a man on top of that drive -in, and if we could somehow get the boy

out of the way, we'd have a clear shot.

What if we missed?

Or was the shot ricocheted?

Well, what if Martin decides to go right now? Comes out with a boy in front of

him.

Take a man and try the drive -in.

All right.

Pete.

Huh?

We've got a little more on the girl.

No arrest record. There is a record of a divorce in 1960 from a musician named

Philip Ray.

We checked on him. Picked up a 1961 and 1963 on narcotics charges, plus two

misdemeanor convictions.

Served time in a Los Angeles County jail.

Well, from what she says, I doubt that she's been in contact with him. Anything

else? Yeah, a 1964 petition filed by the Department of Welfare to have her

declared an unfit mother.

Petition dismissed with a judicial injunction not to take the child out of

state of California.

Will you give me the number for the... Ralph, what is it?

Samuelson Realty Company.

Samuelson Realty Company.

Thank you.

Going now?

Not yet.

We'll phone them as soon as it gets dark, not before.

What are you going to tell them?

We'll take the kid with us through the lines. As soon as we get out of the

we call the FBI and tell them where the kid is.

What about the shooter?

We'll do the best we can about him.

Really going to give the kid back to his mother?

Sure, why not?

I don't know.

After seeing her, I kind of get the feeling she never wanted him that much

the first place.

We've got a possible item on that fourth man, Inspector. We think his name is

Harry Willis, nickname Shooter.

The description given by Velasco pretty much checks out.

Is he from California?

Well, he's done time out here, so we've got a pretty thick file on him.

But he started in Oklahoma, working in the oil fields, bringing in wells with

nitro.

1932, he borrowed some of that nitro to break open a bank safe.

He goes back quite a way.

Well, the last we have on him is a Florida state prison address.

Either Martin or Dacre could have met him there.

FBI!

What was the point of that?

Nobody quits on the Iceman.

Nobody.

Yeah.

Whoa. The girl.

Well, how do you like that? We start with a nice thing, we end up with a

She couldn't be in with him.

We've verified her employment for the past year, and we know she just met

a week ago.

Well, that doesn't make a great deal of difference now, does it?

She's in there. That's all that matters.

Team three to control.

Go ahead, Jim.

The farmer's up and firing. I think I can get a good shot at him without

the boy.

All right.

At five, I'll order them out again. I got them going before.

I have 452 exactly.

452, check.

Yeah?

How are you two doing up there?

Hey, I got me a real champ up here.

We could stay out all night, but I hope we don't have to.

No, we'll go after Doc.

Oh, we got some more company.

You can tell Joby his mother decided to join the party.

You're kidding.

All right.

We'll let you know.

Okay.

Hey, buddy, have I got good news for you.

Your mom's downstairs.

How did she get in?

I don't know, but she made it.

Now he's got her, too.

It was bad enough before.

Hey, come on, buddy. Relax.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

He killed that man. Why would he do that?

Yeah, well, see, that's because the shooter was giving up.

And Scott, he doesn't like people who give up.

But hey, listen, it's a game, Joby.

There's only one rule, and Scott made it.

You never give up.

We'll have to travel light for a while, sweetheart, but I'll make it up to you.

Scotty, listen to me a minute, please. Call the FBI now.

Let Joby go.

No, that doesn't make sense.

You got me. That's all you need. One hostage. They won't try to stop you.

Just let him go.

Scott, you're not crazy enough to let that kid go.

I'm not crazy at all.

You must be scared half to death.

You all of a sudden got awfully concerned over that kid.

Dumped him here this afternoon. I got a feeling he's been dumped a lot of

places. Shut up, Ralph.

No, he's right.

I never wanted him. It's true.

How can you say that?

What kind of a mother are you?

I don't know. I always felt trapped and tied down. And his father left me before

he was born. That didn't help much.

Where was his father?

In jail when I divorced him.

When I told him about the divorce, he said it was the best thing. He was

relieved. He never mentioned Joby, not once.

That's no excuse.

I'm not trying to excuse anything.

I'm just trying to make you see why he ought to have a chance.

Somebody ought to give him a chance.

I never gave him much, Scott.

Now I've just about taken his whole life away from him.

Please.

You're not thinking of giving up that kid?

You gonna stop me, Ralph?

Look, Scott.

You killed a shooter and I held still for it.

But this girl and her kid are what's keeping you and me alive, and we need

both. Uh -huh.

Don't flip.

Just don't flip.

It's like you said, you know.

You like what you see. You spend a few bucks, buy the bar a few times.

Pretty soon you got her jumping for joy.

That's it.

She's like all the rest.

No.

If she was like all the rest, she wouldn't have come back for the kid.

Martin, this is your last chance.

Come out with your hands raised if you don't want to end up like Willis.

Jim. Jim, what happened?

Armor's out of it. The boy's unharmed and out of the line of fire.

No answer.

What does that mean?

My boy George is out of action.

And Joby?

Oh, no, no. The FBI wouldn't shoot a kid.

That's really all you want, isn't it?

To get your boy out.

No, it's not all.

Slug. If you gave yourself up.

I'd get about as far as a death house in San Quentin.

First man I ever tried to kill was my father.

I'm only sorry I didn't make it.

The day after my mother was buried, he opened a pharmacy.

He said it's a thing to do.

Other people to think of.

The only one he was thinking of was our neighbor's wife.

I almost killed them both.

Too bad we didn't meet a long time ago.

A long time ago.

Erskine. Erskine, it's Scott Martin.

I want to make a deal.

What is it?

You bring a car around to the front with a tank full of gas.

We leave the kid here.

We come out with the kid's mother and take off.

And then in, say, an hour, we'll drop her off and she'll phone you.

I'm afraid I'll have to walk away from that one.

Away? You want to see her?

Listen, Martin, she's in there with you because she wanted to be.

And in case you're interested, Armour's dead now.

Suppose they come out with a girl in front of them.

We have to let them go.

What else can we do?

Time to go, Scott.

They won't make a deal, Ralph.

They're bluffing.

What if they're not?

Then Shooter and George are going to have company.

You, me, the little mother here, and the kid.

Call them back, Scott.

Tell them we're coming out.

Button!

Joby, it's all right.

You're the FBI?

Mm -hmm.

Do it upstairs in a couple minutes.

Mister, did you get my mother out?

Not yet, Joby, but we will.

You need a man who shot him?

I had to.

Come on.

Here we go.

Mr. Martin, your vote will let him quit.

Joby? He's safe.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if I made things worse for you, Inspector.

It turned out you didn't.

So long, Jovi.

So long.

Well, if ever you're in Los Angeles again, Inspector, drop by.

Sorry about the damage.

Could have been worse.

Yes, it could have been worse.

Well, I think we can make that plan.

Yep.

Ralph Dacre survived his wounds and was tried and convicted of murder.

A death sentence has been stayed pending appeal.

The FBI received information leading them to the Martin Gang at 3 .40 p .m.

October 14th, 1966.

The menace of that gang was eliminated forever at 5 .17, 97 minutes later.