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You do it!

Jake, what's in here?

The Daroe.

The landscape?

I remember seeing reproductions of this when I was...

He's hurt. Call the guard.

What? Call the guard!

Help, please, hurry.

Mr. Andrews?

Mr.

Andrews?

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars J .D. Cannon.

Antoinette Bauer.

Murray Matheson.

Tonight's episode, Flight Plan.

A painting valued at half a million dollars had been stolen from a

museum.

Since it was almost a certainty that it would be transported across a state

line, the FBI entered the case immediately.

The investigation was given top priority, not only because of the value

painting, but because art collector Webb Andrews had been seriously hurt.

Andrews had served with distinction in the cabinets of two presidents.

If he did not survive...

His death would deprive the country of a loved and respected public servant.

Was there a scuffle? Did you hear voices?

Oh, no, no. Somebody said something, but I was watching this young couple.

You were looking toward the door over, right?

Yes. Did you saw Mr. Andrews go in?

I saw him go in, and I saw the young couple go in, and then the girl came out

screaming.

When was the last time you saw the picture in its frame, Mr. Terrell?

About 9 .30 this morning.

You called the police at 10 .03.

I noticed a closet in there. Do you suppose anyone could have been hiding in

Not at 9 .30, no, sir. The door was open. I closed it then.

It was empty.

I see.

And how many people would have been in this corridor between 9 .30 and 10?

guess.

Roughly a half dozen.

Can you describe any of them?

Well, there were two nuns and there was a young girl, about 15.

Excuse me, I knew I... Where did you find this?

Why, do you recognize it? Why, yes, I remember this fellow.

He was the last man walking down this corridor before Mr. Andrews went into

room. He was in the closet.

Can you describe him?

Yes. He was about my height, my weight, about 40 years old.

I don't remember his face, but I can tell you what he was wearing.

Yes? He had on a gray suit, a white button -down shirt, a gray and blue

tie. Was he wearing a hat?

No, no hat.

No coat.

Four.

The item on the left is plastic. The article next to it is part of a feather.

Is there any indication, Gene, that the case was ever used to carry camera

equipment? Nothing we could find.

Feather, huh?

Yes, sir.

Small, green ornamental.

It had been treated, waterproofed.

How are we doing?

Well, the subject evidently used the case for carrying something besides

cameras, Art.

Any prints?

No, sir.

No identifying marks of any kind.

Labels, manufacturer's stamps had all been cut out.

It's brand new, but there's no way of telling where it was bought.

However, from the style and the type of leather and lining used, indicate that

it's Italian -made.

Plastic.

Is it thin, easily folded?

Yes, sir. Very thin.

Sounds like a raincoat, Art.

That case is fairly large enough to hold one.

Put it around in the closet.

Maybe one of the other visitors, the guard, would have been looking for

carrying a case.

Well, our friend is not going to have an easy time getting rid of a Dorot as

famous as this.

Unless he stole it for himself.

Or an assignment.

Which pretty much narrows down the field of prospective buyers. What was it

worth? Half a million?

Get a list of private collectors.

We talked with most of the people that were in the museum this morning.

Tried to find out if they could remember anybody else. Three of them recalled a

male Caucasian, but he seems to be missing.

Is it right, Heidenway?

Mm -hmm.

I checked with the cab company, and one driver remembers a passenger he picked

up about two blocks away from the museum. This was at 10 .05.

The guy was in a hurry to get to Dulles Airport. He wanted to catch a plane

leaving at 10 .50.

That checked out as a KBL flight to L .A.

They just made it.

Does the driver remember how he was dressed?

No, that's the only thing that doesn't fit the guard's description.

The driver said he was wearing a plastic raincoat and a pork pie hat with a

feather.

So sorry.

It was my fault.

It was my fault. I took a turn too fast.

Listen, hadn't you better sit down or something?

No, I'm all right.

Well, please let me write down my name and address. I have insurance, of

Just forget it, lady.

No harm done.

But there is. Look at your jacket. You might be hurt. I mean, you don't know.

Give me your name. I'll make sure the insurance... Not necessary.

Just forget it.

Thank you.

Jim, good to see you. Lou,

I got in touch with the chief stewardess on Sunday's flight 17. She's due to

board her Washington flight in a few minutes, but she said she'd be glad to

to you until she's called.

Does she remember the subject?

She certainly does.

Right over here.

Miss Bowen? Yes.

This is Inspector Erskine and Special Agent Rose. How do you do?

How are you? Good of you to wait.

Miss Bowen, I understand you recall a man on your Sunday flight who wore a

plastic raincoat.

Yes, very clearly. He was alone.

About 40, I'd say.

Now, Miss Bowen, why do you remember this one man so well?

Well, mostly because of the raincoat.

You see, I'd asked if I could hang it up two or three times, and he said no,

he'd just rather keep it on. He said he was cold.

Did anyone else have a raincoat on? No.

Was there anything distinctive about him?

Scar, tattoo, accent?

No, he was very quiet, very pale.

K .D .L.

Stewardess Bowen, please report to your... Well, nice to have met you.

Gaines. If you think of anything else, you might jot it down.

I'll have an agent meet you at plane in Washington. Perhaps you wouldn't mind

describing this man to one of our artists?

Of course.

Inspector, I don't know how much this is worth, and it's something I really

can't be too sure about.

Yes? But I may have seen the same man again here in the terminal.

I wouldn't swear to it, of course, because he was dressed entirely

was carrying a suitcase, but... How was he dressed?

Jeans and a windbreaker, tan color.

He was carrying one of those white helmets that policemen wear.

Fresh on it? Yes.

I almost spoke to him, but then I thought, gosh, you know... Goodbye,

I'm sorry. Where was he headed?

To the parking lot.

Sunday afternoon.

Yeah, I was on duty.

Well, this man we're looking for may have been on a motorcycle.

Well, I remember this one guy.

What did he look like?

About my size, a little older.

Jeans, a kind of a brown jacket.

Crash helmet.

What kind of a bike was it? You mean the make?

I wouldn't know one from another.

I have a record of the license, though, if that'd help.

It was sitting around here for a couple of days.

Mr. Dodd returned yet? This is Robert Dewey again.

Oh, yes, Mr. Dewey. I'll see if he's in.

Yes? Are you in for Robert Dewey, Mr. Dodd?

Yes. You put him on.

Hello, Robert.

Well, I was beginning to wonder if I'd get through to you today, Mr. Dodd.

I'm surprised you want to get through to me.

All right, you're checking to see whether the company can get along

or not.

You're supposed to be on a vacation.

I thought you were going hunting.

I did. I'm back.

Any luck?

No venison, but I did come across something that I thought might interest

collector like you.

What's that?

A landscape.

You mean?

I mean the one that's been in the news.

There's blood on that one, Robert.

I appreciate your thinking of me, but... Now, didn't you tell me just a year ago

that you tried to buy this duro?

Yes.

Well, it's for sale now.

For the first time in a hundred years, whether there's blood on it or not.

That's the important thing, isn't it?

How did you come across it?

He's very reliable. If he says he has the original Dorot, I believe him.

You were satisfied with the Buddha, weren't you?

How much is he asking for the landscape?

One hundred thousand.

It seems there are several other collectors waiting. He says you'll have

up your mind right away.

No one's going to leap at an item that hot, Robert.

I'll think about it.

Mr. Dodd.

How much do you get out of this transaction, incidentally?

Ten percent.

You need the money?

Well... If I lost as much money on the horses as you do, Robert, I'd find

another hobby.

Or at least some bookies who are a little friendlier.

It always surprises me to find an accountant who gambles.

The two just don't seem to go together.

What do you want me to tell my contact, Mr. Dodd?

Tell him I'll let him know in a couple of days.

If I were you, I... Mr. Dodd?

Can you hang on a minute? There's somebody at the door.

You call me back in a couple of days, Robert.

Mr. Dodd?

Look, what do you think?

Uh, Mr. Dewey?

Remember me?

I'm the idiotic woman driver.

So... You found it.

Wasn't it lucky? I guess it must have dropped out when you fell.

I went up the road a while, but I didn't catch up with you.

Well, I didn't realize it was missing for an hour or so. I did drive back and

look around, but... Well, thank you.

I'd almost convinced myself I'd lost it down the canyon.

Sorry.

Sorry? For what?

Well...

You had to go to all the trouble of bringing it back.

It was no trouble.

Your name and address are right in the front of it.

I tried to find a telephone number, but you're apparently unlisted.

Yes.

I suppose I could have mailed it, but I happen to be driving quite close to

here, so I thought I'd drop it off.

By the way, my name is Helen Mead.

Mrs. Mead?

Miss.

I hope that your wife wasn't too worried about the accident.

I'm not married.

And maybe that's why I'm such a poor host.

Wouldn't you care to come in? At least I could offer you a cup of coffee.

No, no, thank you.

I want to get down to the insurance company before they close to report the

accident. Well, what about dinner, then?

Dinner? Tonight.

Oh, I... Well, that is, if you're not busy.

I'll pick you up around seven, then.

All right.

Address? Oh, address, yes.

I know it's in Hermosa Beach.

I just came out here from Connecticut. I'm not as scatterbrained as I seem.

9871 Strand.

9871 Strand.

Anyone staying with you?

I thought we could invite along.

Oh, no.

No, I'm alone.

Well, I'll see you at 7.

All right.

Will you be on your motorcycle, or should I dress comfortably?

No, I'll be in a car.

As a matter of fact, that wasn't my bike.

I was just trying it out. It belongs to a friend of mine, another hunter who was

up there with me.

And that's why I'd prefer you didn't report the accident.

I don't understand why.

He didn't even notice the scratches.

But if he gets an insurance question there...

He'll never let me use it again.

But I don't want to get you in any trouble.

I won't report it if you'd really rather that I didn't.

I really would.

You know, it's better to leave the whole thing dead and buried.

A couple of kids found it. I saw them laying around down there. Took a look.

I'd just gotten the license number call, so I contacted you people right away.

Was the, uh, the bike stolen?

No, uh, rented.

A man who gave his name is Fields.

He, uh, he couldn't possibly have gone over with it.

No sign of blood?

No, sir. That was nothing.

This is George Morey, Inspector Erskine. All right, Mr. Morey. Inspector. Mr.

Morey owns the Saddle Peak Lodge we passed a few miles back.

Oh, yeah.

Seems that we're not the only ones interested in people riding motorcycles

around here.

No, sir.

A woman came by my place Sunday afternoon.

She said she'd found a wallet on the road and wanted to know if I knew the

owner. She said he was heading up my way on a motorcycle.

She tried to follow him, but she couldn't catch up.

Is she driving a light blue car?

Why, yes, sir.

Sixty -six two -door.

Did she show you the wallet herself, Mr. Morey?

No, sir.

But she mentioned the man's name.

I think.

I just can't come by it now.

It wasn't Fields, was it?

No. No, nothing like that.

Two syllables.

Did she give her name?

Better than that.

She bought some gas and paid for it with a credit card.

Thought you might need it.

Helen Meade.

You can get her address from the company.

She's driving a car with a Connecticut license.

The number's on there.

Well, thanks very much, Mr. Moore. You've been a big help. Thank you.

Anytime.

Try to get her itinerary from the Connecticut address.

Give the widest possible circulation to the description of the car and license

number.

Then pray she doesn't try to return the wallet herself.

Why would he bother her?

She's not going to connect to...

A guy riding a motorcycle in California with a crime committed in Washington?

When he abandoned that motorcycle, he must have had something else planted up

here to ride out in.

So he was establishing an alibi. Now someone knows he wasn't in the mountains

all that time.

She can connect him with a motorcycle, and maybe the motorcycle can be traced

back to the airport.

If Andrews dies, he would have committed one murder already.

You see any good reason why I should stop there?

Hello. Hello.

I hope I'm not too early.

No, no, come in.

I made a reservation at a seafood house, but... You know, I wanted to call you

and ask you beforehand, I mean officially, whether you'd like to eat

would be all right.

I still don't have your phone number.

If I'd like to.

I'm overwhelmed.

Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a home -cooked meal?

Probably as long as it's been since I've cooked one.

Oh, don't worry. I'm a very good cook. It's just that I don't often... Don't

often what?

I don't often invite people over.

You won't believe this, but I'm really a very shy person.

When I came from Connecticut, I said to myself, all right, either grow up...

Or get out of the game altogether.

If you want a new life, then you'll have to stop moping about and do something

about it.

Smile at someone.

Cook a dinner.

Would you like to fix the drinks? They're over there.

And this is the ice.

All right.

Have you got a match?

Yes, I think so.

The pilot light on this is out.

Never know whether the burner is on or not.

You know, that could be very dangerous.

I know. Well, life can be very dangerous.

It can be.

And it can be very exciting, too.

That's why I'm going to stop hiding from it.

Run to meet it instead of... I may fall flat on my face once or twice, but

that's the difference. You can't kill a dog for trying.

These are all local art collectors who might be able to help.

Jay Gordon, 111 Palm Avenue, South Pasadena, California.

Collection is largely 18th century French.

Only modern items are German abstractions of the late 20s. No known

works of French oppressionists, no works by Doreau.

John Pomeroy, 9719 Lance Drive, Pacific Palisades.

Collection is primarily late 19th century French impressionist.

Subject has collected on the continent and is believed to have utilized

undercover agents in obtaining and bringing certain paintings to this

Subject died 9 -21 -65. Collection is presently being offered for sale by his

widow.

Your end.

Yes, hold on.

Lewis Ben Wilson Hartford.

Yes, Ben.

Inspector, we checked out the Mead girl pretty thoroughly.

Considering that she spent most of her life here, that's not too much to pass

on. What do you have?

Well, she doesn't seem to have left anything behind, and she didn't talk

much about where she was going.

She's 35, unmarried.

She had a job in a local bank for the last 10 years.

She lived with her parents until they died.

And two weeks ago, she sold the house and said she was going to try

Was she alone in the car?

Yes, sir.

Our plans apparently were to settle in L .A.

but the last word that her friends at the bank had was a postcard from the

Desert Palms in Las Vegas.

All right, Ben, thanks.

She may have spent some time in the Desert Palms in Las Vegas. Have the S .A

look into it.

All right.

Which was the last one?

John Pomeroy.

Next is Henry Russell Dodd, 1926 Vista Del Rey, Beverly Hills.

Subditch is a wealthy and well -traveled business executive.

It's reflected in a collection which combines classic and modern works with

heavy emphasis on the Impressionists. The collection includes Dorot prints and

lithographs.

Subditch was indicted in 1959 for customs violation, but the indictment

dropped after payment of duties and fines.

Very interesting.

Again, everything customs has.

I'd like to talk to any contacts you have who might know about fencing at

level. Right.

I've never been so lucky either.

Robert, it's been a beautiful day.

I'm so glad I met you.

Even if I did try and kill you in the process.

You were so mad.

I wanted you to stay.

And when you drove away, I thought, I'll never see you again.

And then I found the wallet.

What did you think when I brought it back to you like that without mailing

I was glad.

It took a lot of courage.

All my life, people have been telling me not to talk to strangers, not to smile

first, not to take any chances.

It hasn't been so terrible so far.

I feel very safe with you.

Shall we drive a roller coaster?

Mr. Erskine? Yes. Kind of you to see us on such short notice, Mr. Dunn.

Special Agent Roberts.

How do you do, sir? How do you do? Sit down, sit down.

Now then.

Mr. Dunn, I imagine you must have read of the theft of the Dorough landscape?

Yes, I did. It's a terrible thing.

You're something of an authority under Orchard, sir?

In a small way, yes.

You collect him?

Oh, a few minor things, that's all.

Have you ever expressed a desire to own the landscape?

Of course not.

What do you mean, expressed a desire?

Expressed a desire?

Well, I may have.

Well, then it's possible the thief might approach you with it.

I wouldn't listen to such an offer.

Have you heard of any attempt to place the landscape on the market?

No. Or any rumors as to where it might be?

Of course not. What kind of circles do you think I move in?

You're a collector. Collectors move in unusual circles.

Not this collector.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I... Mr. Dodd, on August 20th, you arrived in New York

with a watercolor you bought in Florence.

That's ancient history.

In your customs declaration, you listed its value as less than $50.

But underneath it was a Flemish masterpiece valued, I believe, at $75

I bought a watercolor.

Now, Inspector... Mr. Dodd, if, uh...

If you should be contacted, we'd appreciate it if you'd listen to the

out what you can from him.

I'm not taking any calls, Susan.

Oh, yes.

It's for you, Inspector.

Thank you.

Eskin. Lou, it's Durant.

Helen Mead spent two nights at the Desert Palms last week.

When she left, she had the Palms make reservations for her at the Garden Motel

in Olympic.

Have you called them?

Yes, but the manager was out. He's not expected back until 7 .30.

All his daughter could tell us was that there was no Helen Mead registered there

now. All right, we'll drop by there later on.

Mr. Dodd, do you know anyone named Fields?

No, Chuck Fields is the head of my accounting department.

Why?

Is this a man in his 40s who rides a motorcycle?

Chuck used to own a motorcycle, but he's past 60 now.

Well, I guess that does it for now.

We'll be in touch with you from time to time.

Oh, Mr. Dodd, how are you?

I just had a pair of very interesting visitors.

I think you ought to know about them.

The FBI dropped in.

Oh?

Why?

Is your friend's name Fields, by any chance?

No.

What's this all about?

Well, they connect the name with the Dorotheft.

Fields and a motorcycle.

No, of course not.

Well, it seems to me it's a sort of automatic thing I do.

Use a friend's name subconsciously.

Mr. Dodd. It doesn't matter.

The point is I couldn't make a deal with your friend now, even if I wanted to.

Tell him he'll have to market the picture somewhere else and tell him to

away from me.

Look, we better lay all of our cards on the table.

I don't want to hear any more.

I don't want to know his name. I don't want to know about your involvement.

I don't want them tracing anything to me through you.

Like the Diamond Buddha?

Where is your next assignment?

Australia.

To audit the books in the Sydney office.

When? Two weeks.

I'll arrange for you to leave tomorrow.

You can resign there, full severance pay, make whatever future you want.

Those men from the FBI worried you pretty badly, didn't they, Mr. Dodd?

Goodbye, Robert.

I hope you can get everything squared away by the morning.

I'll get everything squared away.

Don't you worry about that.

Hello? Ellen?

It's me.

I wonder if I could see you again for dinner tonight.

Good. About seven?

Yes.

Good. It was a marvelous day, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

A wonderful day.

Sorry to be so late, Inspector.

If you get caught in that freeway traffic, you might as well give up.

You'll be all right.

Now, that name was Meade?

The hell of Meade. She would have arrived on the 4th, Mr. Collins. She

a reservation from the Desert Palms in Las Vegas.

Meade, Connecticut.

Stayed one night.

No forwarding address.

Did she make any phone calls?

No record.

Do you remember her personally, Mr. Collins?

I think I remember her.

Shy woman.

Not the kind that... Wait, I think she did talk to me a little bit.

Said she was interested in renting a house.

Wanted to settle in California.

LA?

No, I get the impression she wanted to be at the beach.

She was crazy about the beach.

Did you happen to recommend anyone in particular?

No, sir.

A house.

Real estate properties.

Yeah, she may have had a phone installed. I'll check with the telephone

All right.

Hello? I have the names of the accountants in Field's office.

There's only one who reports directly to Mr. Dodd.

Knows them socially, I understand.

His work is generally overseas, auditing the company books in Europe and Asia.

The right age and roughly the right build. Would he have been in Italy in

last year or two?

Yes, Rome, two months ago.

Oh, the camera bag.

Where's he now?

Two weeks vacation.

Let's conduct an immediate background inquiry on him.

Right. What's his name?

Robert.

Robert.

Everything all right?

Yes, why and why?

Really all right.

Oh, I'm just tired.

I'm not used to roller coasters.

Neither am I. It was fun, wasn't it?

More fun than I've ever had in my life before.

I've always tended to avoid people and entanglements.

You're the first person that I... Helen, when you think about the

future, how do you see it?

I mean, if you had money enough and a man who loved you, could you live on

airplanes and ships, roller coasters, Sydney,

Johannesburg?

No, not forever.

I'd want a home and children, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Yes, I'd want that.

Well, a person can have anything they want, can't they, if they want it

Waiter. Check of the Santa Monica area is now complete. There are no new

telephone subscribers with the subject's name in either Santa Monica or Malibu.

All right, thank you. Unity clear.

I think I just have Brandy.

Brandy's fine.

I'm so tired. I think we did too much today.

There's a sadness in the air tonight.

Here, let me do that.

You go sit down.

Cold?

Did you ever have the feeling when you were a child that you had too much fun?

Played too hard?

Stayed too long at the party?

The sunset touch.

What? Do you like poetry?

Some.

Browning once wrote the saddest lines.

Just when we're safest...

There's a sunset touch.

A fancy from a flower bell.

Someone's death.

A chorus ending from Euripides.

Salut.

The unit ain't clear.

Well, that's four of them we can cross off.

That leaves, uh, leaves what?

South Bay area.

Yeah. Redondo, Hermosa.

Manhattan and El Segundo.

Robert?

Yes?

I'm terribly sorry.

I don't know what hit me.

I'm exhausted.

That's all right. You go to sleep.

No, I...

I love you.

Mosa Beach, you sure?

Yes, sir.

The exchange records show a new phone installed last Monday in the subject's

name at 9871 Strand.

All right, try to contact her. Her life may be in danger.

We're on our way.

I'll guess.

Robert Dewey was convicted of the attempted murder of Helen Mead and the

interstate transportation of the Doral landscape.

Information supplied by him enabled the FBI to recover two stolen works of art

in the possession of Henry Russell Dodd, who was convicted of receiving stolen

property. Webb Andrews did not die and is recovering in a Washington hospital.

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