All language subtitles for The FBI s02e23 Sky on Fire

Mr. Belich, Carl Platt.

Come in.

I'm sorry I'm late.

This isn't the easiest place in the
world to find.

Is this your cabin?

No.

The office handles the lease. I knew it
was vacant. I thought we could talk

here.

This is a fire area. There's no smoking.

Habit.

All right, Mr. Bellamy.

Let's talk.

Did your sister put you up to this?

She strike you as that kind of girl?

I don't know what kind of girl she is. I
only saw her twice in my life.

She loves you.

She needs help.

I told her I'd support the child.

You'll support the child and you'll pay
for the...

Pain and the inconvenience and disgrace.

I suppose I say no.

Well, I don't know what choice I have
except to talk to the people you work

Unless you marry her and marry it.

I don't know.

I see.

Yes, sir, I thought you would.

How much?

Oh, let's say we start with $10 ,000.

That's ridiculous. I'm an assistant
cashier. I don't make that kind of

You come into contact with that kind of
money.

Hmm?

Forget it.

Bellamy, how long have you been married
now? Three months? What's your little

bride going to think about this?

Let it get up.

Ready?

The FBI.

A Gwen Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars Bradford Gilman.

Davy Davison.

Linda Day.

Tonight's episode.

Sky on fire.

The Madison National Forest had exploded
like a bomb.

But firefighters and equipment poured
into the area from all parts of the

and with the help of air tankers in
almost continuous flight, the blaze was

driven back on itself.

Though the danger of new outbreaks
continued to haunt the men responsible

the safety of the area, hopes rose that
the fire had been localized.

Wallace? Yes, sir.

I'm Inspector Eskin, FBI. It's Jim
Rhodes. How do you do?

Oh, yeah. They radioed you on your way.
Said you wanted to see the car.

We'd like to. Well, there she is.

I know normally you'd rather not have us
move anything, but the fire was

threatening the area, so the Linville
resident agent said we'd better get it

of there. I'm gonna take a look.

I'm sorry. The fire cut the cabin area
off again.

Not much left to see, anyway.

I understand you were one of the first
ones up there.

Yes, sir.

The main part of the cabin was still
standing.

We managed to bring the body out.

Your report said you were convinced it
was arson.

Yes, sir. This one was set. There's no
doubt about that in my mind at all.

The fire started between the sofa and
the hearth.

That means it had to be fed.

We found some small iron weights on the
floor, about an inch or so from the

probable center of the blaze.

Kind of standard weights used for
holding down curtains.

Found several others over by the window
area.

Somebody fed the fire with the curtain.

Highly suggestive.

Where was the body found?

By the hearth.

It was pretty badly burned.

But the first medical exam that said he
thought the skull had been fractured.

That's what killed him.

There's no smoke in his lungs, so he was
dead before the fire started.

You think you can identify him?

He managed to get one print.

We'll need more than that, but at least
we can use it to confirm or eliminate

leads.

Who'd the captain belong to, do you
know?

A man named Kramer.

He's in Europe now. The place has been
vacant about two months.

Hello?

You find

something? Yeah, this could be a wallet.

Along with the victim, we're in
business.

You mean to tell me you people can make
some sense out of that mess?

We can't, but the lab can.

Thanks, Mr. Wallace.

Don't mention it.

Though authorities announce that the
main Madison blaze has been controlled,

further flare -ups continue to plague
firefighters.

Evacuation of all homes in the foothills
east of Linville may become necessary.

George, I didn't hear you come in. Why
don't you yell or something?

Uh, I was just, uh, looking at this.

What's that?

The fire?

Yeah.

Isn't it terrible?

Yeah, it's terrible.

They said it might have been an
arsonist.

Four deaths already. The guy in the
cabin and then one of the helicopters

crashed.

I don't understand what kind of a nut
could do a thing like that.

Hard day?

A long day.

I'll bet you don't know what we're
having for dinner tonight.

Well, I'll take a wild guess.

Amber? Well, you're tired of it. No, no.

You're tired of me.

Oh, no.

No.

Why do I love you so much, I wonder?

You can't help yourself.

You're caught in a web of passion and
lust.

Yeah.

For Pete's sake.

You'd better answer it. It might be that
woman from Denver.

What woman from Denver?

I don't know. Some hysterical dame.

You're lucky I'm not the jealous type.

But if you know someone named Platt,
I'll cut your throat.

Hello?

Oh, Mama.

Listen, we're just about to sit down to
the table. Can I call you back?

Well, do you?

Do I what?

Know someone named Platt?

Of course not. It was the wrong number.

That's what I figured.

You'd never lie to me, would you,
George?

No.

That's what I figured, too.

Here it is.

Good.

Night.

Lab.

Mr. Ward, they have Inspector Erskine
now. It's Denver.

Thanks.

Hello, Lewis.

Yes, Art.

Any progress?

A little.

That car that was left outside the
cabin?

It was stolen from a rental lot here in
Denver.

Police have come up with half a dozen
known car thieves to add to the SAC's

list. We're showing mug shots to the
owner now.

Whoever took the car picked the best one
in the lot, so it could mean he'd been

here before to look him over.

Is there a knight on your list of
possibles? That's K -N -I -G -H -T?

No.

Well, it's the only name we've been able
to come up with from the material you

sent us.

Here in Denver?

I don't know. The town was obliterated.

The name's on a prescription.

And the name of the patient is
indecipherable.

Is there a date?

Yes, August 7th.

Right, I'll see what we can turn up.

Lou?

Hang on, Art.

I've got a possible identification.

Art, would you check the prints we sent
you against a Carl Platt?

P -L -A -T -T?

Right. Is that a Denver boy?

The last known address, Colorado State
Prison.

Unmarried, parents dead.

One sister, Mindy.

George?

George, where have you been?

I must have called a half a dozen times
last night.

We went to a show. Look, where are you?
Let me call you back.

Help me!

Mindy, would you quit it?

I had an accident.

I started thinking about us and
everything.

And I got... I got to drinking.

And I... I fell.

George.

George, I lost the baby.

I'm gonna die.

I know I'm gonna die.

You were lost.

Honey?

Is that for me?

What? For me?

No, no, it's the office.

Oh, are you late? Yeah, I am a little.
Well, just let me heat the coffee. Well,

don't bother.

All right, now listen to me. I want you
to go to the hospital right now.

George, I can't get out of bed.

I can't find Carl. I called him, but
I... I want you to call an ambulance,

charge it all to me, and I'll be up to
see you tomorrow.

I'm sorry, honey.

I didn't mean to bother you.

To do.

Tomorrow.

Coffee will be ready in a minute. Why
don't you look at the paper while you

wait?

Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

Well, they caught that arsonist yet?

Oh, now the police don't think it was an
arsonist.

How do you mean?

Well, the police think the man in the
cabin might have been murdered and that

the murderer set the fires to cover up
his tracks.

What do you think?

Well, they don't know it was murder.

But there haven't been any more fires.

Now, wouldn't an arsonist keep it up?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose he would.

I think the police are wrong to start
investigating all the known arsonists on

the books.

I'd start looking for someone who hated
the man in the cabin, wouldn't you?

Bad, doesn't it?

Yeah.

I think you've got a firebug on your
hands, Inspector.

It just doesn't feel right to me.

The whole area's been plastered with
warning signs. I can't see anybody being

this careless, especially with that
other blaze still smoking.

Let's see how he got in here in the
first place. I thought all the access

had been blocked off.

The main ones have, yes, but we can't
patrol the whole perimeter.

Mr. Erskine, I don't like to belabor the
point, but...

But wouldn't it be a good idea to kind
of keep an eye on the various crackpots

around here?

Well, everyone with a record of arson is
being checked out.

No leads so far.

I don't know.

I can see a murderer lighting one fire
to cover his crime.

But why this one?

Maybe to make us believe he's a
pyromaniac.

Put him through.

Go ahead, Denver.

Lou, I found the M .D. who issued that
August prescription.

That is, I found his receptionist, Dr.
Nice, not in right now.

What's the patient's name?

Mindy Platt.

All right, I asked her to come in for an
interview.

Well, we've got a little problem, Lou. I
don't know where she is.

You see, the receptionist prefers not to
give out any information without the

doctor's okay.

Even the address?

No, not even that.

And Miss Platt's number isn't in the
phone book, so... All right, keep

for the doctor. I'll be in Denver by...
2 .30.

All right. Go on.

Now, Miss... No.

No what? I won't tell you.

I just started here yesterday, and Dr.

Knight said to me... He said, Ruth, I
don't care what you do.

You can be late, you can misspell names,
you can chew gum.

But don't you ever give anybody anything
out of our files without checking with

me first.

Yes, I understand that. But you can give
me Dr. Knight's phone number, can't

you? Not if it's in the files.

Could I see the phone book again,
please?

Stop your dentist.

Sir?

I'm sorry, no visitors.

Is this Miss Platt's room? Yes.

Well, I'm... She called me. She asked me
to.

I see.

Are you George?

Well, all right. You can see her, but
just for a minute or two.

Thank you.

How do you feel?

Don't ask.

I bought you a bouquet.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Oh, hey, look.

Will you stop?

I stopped by the desk. I paid all the
bills.

Cash.

Oh, George, you can't afford that.

I never wanted you to have to do all
that.

It's my fault you're here.

No more than mine.

I wouldn't even have bothered you if I
could have found Carl.

Yeah, well, I remember once you told me
he wasn't very dependable.

You never did meet Carl, did you?

It's funny.

All the things we've been through
together, we hardly know each other.

I guess we never will now.

Mindy, you're going to be all right.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, well, you're married and
everything.

What kind of girl is she?

She's a sweet girl.

Did... Did you know her when you asked
me to dance?

We did a fight.

She gave me back my ring.

You were engaged?

That's wild.

I wish I could have had that baby.

Yeah, so do I.

It just doesn't seem right.

You do one wrong thing, and then you do
another to fix it.

And then you gotta do another, and
another.

And it just gets worse.

There aren't any villains in the world.

They're all mistakes.

Right.

Mindy, look, I'd better call an answer.

No.

I'm all right now.

You sure?

I wish I could die.

It'd be better for everybody.

Is there any place else he might have
gone?

I don't know.

Does he belong to a club?

I don't think so.

All right, John. Thank you.

S .A .C.'s office.

Washington has a match on that
fingerprint. The man in the cabin was

Wait here tonight.

Doctor! Yes, Dr. Knight?

Yes.

I'm Inspector Erskine, FBI.

Special Agent Rhodes.

Doctor, you issued a prescription on
August 7th to a Mindy Platt.

Yes, a vitamin, a mineral, a fluoride
supplement. She was pregnant.

Do you know who she is at the moment?

Unfortunately, I do.

Physician's hospital, room 212.

She was admitted this morning.

She'd had a bad accident and a
miscarriage.

I saw her around noon, as a matter of
fact.

She's a very sick young lady.

I was called to Colorado Springs on an
emergency, or I'd probably still be

there. 212, huh?

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm sorry, Mindy. I'll have to go now.

I'll just, um... I think everything's
been taken care of.

If you need more money, you call me at
the office, huh?

Goodbye.

He was about 25, brown hair, brown eyes,
under a lot of strain.

Did you have much chance to talk with
the girl?

No, she was pretty sick when they
brought her in, Inspector. Most of the

questions we asked had to do with her
condition.

Did you have any other visitors besides
the man you spoke of? No.

Did you see him leave?

No, sir.

So, you don't know whether he was with
her when she died?

No, sir.

But one thing, though, his first name
was George.

George. Yes, sir. She talked a lot about
somebody named George while she was

delirious. I asked this fellow if he was
the one. He said yes.

And you only got the first name.

That's all.

I just talked with a charged nurse. The
girl tried to get one phone call

through last night. She couldn't make
it.

A call was out of the city, and the
operator held the ticket in case she

to try again.

The call went to KL -567 -38 in
Linville.

Long -distance information had a name
and address.

It went to George Bellamy, 23 Stone
Ridge Drive.

We're on the clock surveillance, but no
contact who were on the scene.

All right.

to control the near holocaust damage one
more yeah how about uh turning that

thing down oh sure uh let's see that was
double scotch on the rocks designated

as a disaster area forestry service
personnel continue to keep a close watch

the overall

a mess, huh?

Yeah.

Any more kill?

They've been lucky.

I wouldn't want to be in there, I can
tell you. They say the whole forest

go.

Well, I guess whoever said it figures if
you're going to start a fire, you might

as well start a good one.

Hey, catch that pyromaniac yet? What
pyromaniac?

You know, the guy that... Oh, listen.

If there was some nut behind all this,
you'd have a fire from one end of that

forest to the other. You couldn't stop a
pyromaniac once he got started.

No, no. This was murder.

You see, somebody killed this guy in a
cabin.

What about the second fire?

What about it? Well, I mean, no
murderers. I heard it was a spark, the

Come on, will you? It had to be arson.

Well, Douglas?

Wife came out a few minutes ago,
Inspector.

Left a letter for the mailman.

She's apparently alone in the house.

What do we know about Bellamy?

Well, he has no local arrest record.

Here's an account of his known movements
over the past week.

The DMV shows two automobiles, 57 sedan,
that's in the garage.

67 Ford station wagon, that's missing.

All right, let's issue an all -points
bulletin on the station wagon.

Yes, sir.

The legal owner is the Linville National
Bank.

Bellamy is employed at Hoving Metals as
an assistant cashier. Have you talked to

his employer?

Mm -hmm.

Wife phoned in this morning and said he
was out of town on a personal business

matter. Expected back sometime this
afternoon, but she didn't know when.

Jim?

Yes? Mrs. Bellamy?

Yes? FBI.

Is your husband here?

No.

May we come in?

Yes, certainly.

Expect him back?

Any minute.

Unless he stops by at the office first.

I see. Where did he go?

To Denver.

Did he say why?

He had some personal business to attend
to. I really don't know what... Well,

you see, George doesn't like me to ask a
lot of questions.

So I don't.

Mrs. Bellamy.

Do you know a man named Carl Platt?

No. Platt.

The name sounds familiar.

Couldn't you tell me what this is all
about?

He was killed in the fire at Hollowell
Creek.

I wondered if your husband might have
mentioned him.

No.

Mrs. Bellamy, do you know most of your
husband's friends?

Well, some of them. A wife can't be
expected to know everyone her husband's

met.

Where does he live?

In Denver.

Look, I don't know what you think George
has done, but I know him. He wouldn't

do anything wrong.

Miss Bellamy, do you remember where you
were on Monday morning?

Yes. Right here.

That was the morning the fire started,
right?

Mm -hmm.

Was your husband here with you?

No, he was at work.

Called in sick that morning.

Are you trying to tell me George had
something to do with starting that fire?

Listen, I trust him.

He wouldn't be guilty of anything like
that.

I know that may sound silly. I don't
know that much about his life or where

goes or who his friends are.

Trust him?

I guess I'm the sort of person who has
to trust someone.

Very pretty.

Yeah, pretty.

Hit me again, will you?

Celebrating my anniversary.

I think you've been hit pretty hard
already, buddy.

Oh, look, I'll ease off.

Which anniversary?

Three months, tomorrow.

Three months?

And you're in here?

What happened, have a fight?

What, are you going to give me advice or
something?

Only thing in a place that's free.

That bother you?

No.

Uh, what were we, uh... No, I was just
saying, I thought, uh... Maybe you had a

little trouble with the wife.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not my wife.

Another girl.

She died.

Hey, buddy.

You mentioned advice.

What kind of advice do you have for guys
going downhill faster and faster?

Can't stop.

I said it was our son!

What is the matter with everybody, huh?

Operator, give me the police.

It was intoxicated. Rambling in
conversation.

Emotional. Did anybody get a look at the
man's car?

67 Station Wagon. License number OA4612.

We have it.

Six clear.

I better tell the inspector.

Thanks for your cooperation.

And if your husband should turn up, I'd
appreciate it if you'd let us know right

away.

You still don't know anything for sure.

It's all just theory.

Just...

Excuse me.

May I speak with Inspector Erskine?

We have a line on Bellamy, sir.

He apparently stopped off at a bar in a
small town called Fairbird.

It's about halfway between Denver and
here.

He seemed so interested in the fire on
TV that the bartender called the police.

Are they holding him?

No, sir. He left the bar.

Drove off in a northwesterly direction.

The bartender got a description of the
man's car.

It's Bellamy's.

He's heading toward the forest?

Right.

How many helicopters should we put in
the air right now?

I'd say half a dozen, maybe more.

Alert them all.

I want as many men in cars standing by
as you can spare, ready to move at the

first sign of a new hotspot.

Right.

He's been lucky.

If he tries this again, he may get
caught himself.

Could he swim in the whole town, good
God, before he could evacuate the

foothills?

Inspector, help him, please.

Don't let him get hurt.

you

H -12 to Unit A.

H -12 to Unit A.

Unit A, go ahead.

We're over Foothill Road.

Just spotted a car driving erratically.

Right. We're looking for a 67 station
wagon, license number OA4612.

Roger. H -12 clear.

Is Foothill up ahead?

Quarter of a mile.

H -12 to Uniday. H -12 to Uniday.

Go ahead.

Fire a brand new one.

Where? Foothill Road.

About a mile north of Stone Mountain
Trail.

What about the car?

It checks.

He's proceeding north on Foothill.

Stone Mountain Trail's five miles in.

Unit A to all units.

Subject's car has been sighted on
Foothill Road proceeding north.

Move in. Repeat. Move in.

I must have turned off a little bit for
you.

I'll circle around.

There he is.

H -12 to unit A.

Go ahead.

Subject's car sighted. He's proceeding
north again on Foothill Road.

I think he knows we spotted him.

Hold it, Junilei, turning off onto a
side road.

Pine Creek Road, proceeding east.

We can't get through that.

Inspector, Stone Mountain Trail connects
with Pine Creek Road. There's a picnic

area.

Back up.

Unit 8, race 12.

Are you still with him?

Yes, sir. Subject still proceeding along
Pine Creek Road.

Picnic ground.

He's pulling off into the picnic area
now.

He continues to be on Stone Mountain
Trail, heading straight for you. It's

only way out.

About half a mile yet.

George Bellamy, this is the FBI.

Come out with your hands over your head.

Mountain's covered.

There's no way for you to get out.

Of the three separate fires set by the
arsonist, authorities report two to be

under control, with the third expected
to be contained by nightfall.

Damage is estimated in the millions of
dollars.

All that destruction.

People killed.

How could you ever imagine your own
husband would... Will they let me see

Of course.

Loved him, married him, trusted him.

I never really knew him at all.

George Bellamy's crimes caused the
destruction of 10 ,000 acres of National

Forest.

Indicted by a federal grand jury,
Bellamy was found guilty of murder and

currently serving his sentence in the
federal penitentiary at Leavenworth.