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Next, the FBI in color.

Having trouble, buddy?

Yeah, I hit a shoulder about a half mile up the road. Can you give me a shove?

Sure, hop on.

Where are you at? I thought you said half a mile.

It's still due.

Get out.

I don't have any cash on me. Honestly, I haven't.

Well, that ought to be a good match, huh?

You found the boat yet?

Oh, that's all taken care of. I just hope three million dollars will fit into

the hold.

That's not the problem, David.

The problem is how to get it out of the vault in the first place.

You can do it.

I've got all the faith in the world in you.

I've been over it a thousand times.

There is no way to cut that closed circuit TV off.

Max, there's always a way.

Oh, I, uh, I heard from Corky.

Don't worry, they're taking good care of your boy.

Funny, even he wondered if you'd found a way to work the thing out.

I guess he doesn't want to have to cut your son's throat.

The Ford Motor Company presents the FBI.

A Quinn Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Arthur Hill, William Wyndham,

Don Gordon.

Louise Latham.

Phyllis Love.

Tonight's episode, By Force and Violence, Part 2.

Robert Griswold, kidnapped from a Kansas City office building on the evening of

June 7th, had been missing for eight days.

Unknown to the FBI, Griswold's ransom was to be $3 million, stolen from the

counting vault of Hill Dempsey, a brokerage firm in San Diego.

There were only two slim clues as to the identity of the criminals and the

whereabouts of their victim.

One of the kidnappers was known to frequent Chinese restaurants, and the

kidnapped vehicle had been identified as a recently purchased camper.

Well, sir, anything new?

Did you find that poor kid?

Not yet.

But I think we've got a lead on the man who bought the camper.

Halpern? Do you recognize him?

That's your boy.

David Spears.

Were these men in on the deal?

Yeah. You sure?

Positive.

Well, what's your next step? Pick him up?

Find him.

How's it coming, Harry?

Almost there.

Here, Alvin.

You try this when you go on duty tonight.

If it works as well as the other ones, we'll be inside that vault before they

know what's hit them.

Any ideas on the closed circuit TV yet?

Not yet.

Hey, Max.

Look, I've got other deals on the fire. I can't waste time.

Look, I'm doing the best I can. Now stop bothering me, both of you.

I'll think of something.

Just keep off my back.

You were supposed to get the burglar alarm plans from Anderson. Have you done

it?

I'll get them tonight.

You finish your own assignments and then you complain, okay?

Okay.

Well, he's got a lot on his mind.

So who has him?

All right, I talked at every SAC on the West Coast. Not a sign of Spears.

All right, then.

Come in.

Just a minute, Lewis.

Oh, good.

We've got the first response of the camper APB.

It was ticketed on the day after the kidnapping by the Colorado Highway

Made an illegal lane change just outside of Granger.

Headed west?

Yes, west.

Excuse me, Art.

Yes. Mrs. Max Griswold to see Inspector Erskine.

You're right with her.

Art, Barbara Griswold just walked into the office.

Well, that may be a good sign.

Okay, Lewis, I'll let you know as soon as we have anything further.

Right.

Oh, SAC McDonald, of course. This is Special Agent Colby. How do you do?

Mrs. Griswold.

Won't you sit down?

You know, you'd make a marvelous lawyer.

You'd come up with some very good arguments.

I don't know many people who could convince me that the only way to save my

was to turn my husband in.

Where is he, Mrs. Griswold?

Would the general area help?

Yes, it would.

I talked to him at one o 'clock in the afternoon, and I heard the sound of

thunder on the phone.

And he said that it was raining, so I contacted the weather department.

And the only place in the country where there were rain and thundershowers

yesterday was Los Angeles.

I'll check that further, Lou. Might get more detail.

And I'd like to fly out myself if you have no objections.

Of course not.

I guess that I've done all the damage to Max that can be done, haven't I?

Oh, welcome home.

I didn't know whether to expect you two back from San Diego tonight or not.

Where have you been?

Anderson Company.

I picked a lock for Flood. He got pictures of the Hill Dempsey burglar

system. You have any trouble?

It was a breeze.

They won't even know we were there. The prints are drying now.

Where's Flood?

Isn't he here?

I dropped him off here on my way home. He said he'd wait for you while I

developed the pictures.

How long ago was that?

Two, three hours maybe.

Two or three hours?

Yeah.

I told them all to tell their girlfriends to get lost.

Claude doesn't seem to have paid much attention. All right, all right, I'll

to him. You do that.

Max, look, we're in this thing together. There's no need to get... Oh, no, we're

not in this thing together. I'm in it because I have to be.

But I had years when I got to decide for myself when I was going to get up in

the morning and when I was going to go to bed and what I was going to eat and

what I was going to wear instead of some guard in the joint deciding for me.

And before you're through, Davey, you're going to put me back there.

And what makes me really mad is that I have to help you do it.

Good to see you.

You must be Tom Colby. I'm Brian Durant. Brian, how are you?

Lou, we've covered every high crime incident area in the city. The east and

south sides, the fringe areas, the strip.

Not a trace of either Griswold or Spears.

Nobody here for your informants.

Pretty much the same story.

With a couple of interesting exceptions.

Apparently, these men hit L .A. about five days ago.

Billy Canada, Claude Flood.

They both worked for Griswold in the past, but never at the same time, never

with each other.

Are they specialists?

Canada's an ordinary, competent car thief, but Flood's a near genius in

television electronics.

It seems he's something of a genius with the women, too.

Has he ever been arrested in Los Angeles?

Mm -hmm. The sheriff's department picked him up about nine months ago.

He was questioned and released without charges.

There's a copy of the arrest report further back.

Let's see who we want to notify in case of emergency. That's the one they count

on.

Here we are.

Monica Duval.

311 West 6th Street.

Santa Barbara.

Was she worth it, Romeo?

When we get out of this, I'm going to kill you.

You listen to me, lover boy.

You made a deal with me.

You agreed to take my money and you took my time.

In the first hour, I'm out of sight, you're off with some babe and a bottle,

for all I know, you may have ruined the best deal I ever put together, and

you're going to kill me?

For your

information, Max and I have looked over the factory in San Diego.

The one we'll be...

Running the drills in.

And it's beautiful. We can duplicate every facet of Hill Dempsey that

us. Including the TV camera?

Hey, I got you in.

It's too bad we can't schedule a rerun, huh?

An old gangster movie, maybe.

What's the matter?

in a time when the shift that we want is on duty in the vault, we tap into the

monitor circuit and we tape a routine 30 or 40 minutes of whatever they do.

Usual activity.

Then when we hit the vault, we kill the live picture and substitute the replay.

Can you do that, lover boy, huh?

In about three seconds, you won't see anything but a flicker on the screen.

And I thought of... I'm a genius!

Max, I want to congratulate you.

I'm going to buy you a drink.

You really deserve it. You know what you've just done?

You've saved a boy's life.

Huh?

Her name is Monica Duvall. She works in a go -go

club called the Channel One.

She's a friend of Flood's, but he's got a big mouth.

I want you to shut her up.

I'm going to find out first if he told her anything.

I know what he told her.

Do it now.

This afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Miss Duvall.

Okay, buddy, what do you want?

I, uh, want to tell you how much I admired your dancing.

Oh. Well, fine, you told me. Now get lost, will ya?

ambulance right away, Mr. Val.

Do you know who that was?

You do know a man named Claude Flood.

Why did he go to Los Angeles? Did he tell you?

A job.

A job? With whom?

Billy Canada.

Lloyd Mitchell.

Now, with the faceplates on, it'll be impossible to recognize anyone.

And so the helmets have been color -coded. White is for command.

Red is for the trouble squad, the submachine guns.

Green helmets, you have 700 pounds of cash to pack in 12 minutes.

You'll rehearse until you can do it in 10.

Now, we've taped the floor to indicate the exact layout of Hill Dempsey to the

inch.

Now, this represents the main entrance.

The first floor corridor, and then a security gate with bars.

Guard operated?

Right. And he's an armed security officer, not a kindly old duffer named

Now, he sits here.

Now, if he's able to immobilize the elevator before we can get him, then we

take the stairs.

There are 16 steps to the vault corridor.

We have 30 seconds up, 20 seconds down.

But if we can utilize the elevator, then we turn right when we get out of it,

and we come to the second security gate.

Now that one is unguarded, fortunately.

And just inside, we hook in our tape substitute here.

Then comes the door to the counting room, and finally the vault door itself,

which will be standing open.

And our last barrier will be a security gate.

Inside the vault.

There's no key to that one. We'll have to cut through with a torch.

Behind that gate, three and a half million in cold cash.

Have you found a place outside Hill Dempsey where you can splice into the

circuit? There's a manhole near 18th and A.

Reception should be good for taping. Good.

Okay, let's try a run -through. We start at the main entrance, and the time will

be exactly 4 .55 a .m.

Maybe Spears got a fortune cookie that said don't eat in Chinese restaurants.

Good evening.

Two? We'd like to see the owner, please. Is he in?

Well, no, but could I help you? I'm Betty Lee.

F .D .I., Miss Lee.

Have you ever seen this man before?

He's about 5 '11", dark hair, probably gray. Yes, he's been in a couple of

times. Once with another man.

This man?

Yes. He called someplace.

Do you have any idea what the number was?

He wrote it down on one of our menus.

It was noon. The lunch menu.

There. Will that help?

You have no idea how much, Miss Lee. Thank you.

Yeah?

It's your papa.

Hello. Robert, how do you feel?

Well, like the man said, on the whole, I think I'd rather be in Philadelphia.

You know the quote.

W .C. Fields.

It's his epitaph.

Fields fan.

Funniest man who ever lived.

Yeah, I think so too.

I guess we have something in common.

You know, maybe.

Look, I don't mean to bug you, but this whole thing is so hard for me to figure

out. Now, what do they want?

Why do they need you?

I wish I could explain.

I can't.

All I can ask is that you trust me.

All right.

I trust you.

Okay. Good.

I've got to go now, Robert.

We'll be talking again.

Yeah.

Good night, son.

Good night.

Good night.

Are they treating him all right?

They better be.

Firm orders, Max.

If it weren't for the boy, you'd have found a way to kill me by now, wouldn't

you?

Yeah.

32 seconds so far. See if you can make it up in packing the cash.

Go!

Coming along very well.

Even your boy would be proud of you if he could see you now.

That reminds me, I want them brought all the way to the coast.

Go on your boys, tell them to get started.

No, they're safe enough where they are.

When it's all over, I'll tell you where he is. That's the deal.

I just broke the deal.

I'm not going into the boondocks to find my boy.

I have a feeling neither one of us will get out.

Max, I still don't see why you won't come to Mexico with the rest of us.

Well, Max, think it through.

I have.

Bring the boy to San Diego or you can take these men into Hill Dempsey

Look, Max.

If you're Mr.

Fry, I'm sorry I'm late.

Filthy, the property. They've turned down a firm offer.

FBI?

Come in.

You have a client named Thayer, Miss Parr?

Yes.

We just spoke to Mr. Thayer, and he identified this man as your employer.

This is Mr. Pickett.

Well, now, the last lead we had on Mr. Pickett was a few days ago, and he

a call to Mr. Thayer from a Chinese restaurant.

Do you know where Mr. Pickett is now?

In San Francisco, on business, Hotel Gilman.

If he isn't there, he said he could be reached at this number.

Who's his client there?

Well, Mr. Pickett was a little secretive about this one.

Halpern, I think.

Halpern.

Why?

What's going on?

I want you all to get at least eight hours sleep, ten if you can.

We'll have hot coffee when you wake up, and then we'll move out.

Sweet dreams.

I've got

a

good feeling about this one, Max.

We are going to make history.

This is one battle.

You can't lose, General.

I wonder how many bright -eyed civilians have said that before.

The Confederate commanders, Indian chiefs, Russian counts in the First War,

German field marshals in the Second.

It's never a matter of heart, baby. It's a question of time.

Well, you've got it timed right down to the second. You just said so.

You've got the robbery time, sure.

That's only the beginning.

If the police don't get us at the plant, they're in no hurry.

Sooner or later, they pick up somebody.

Because of a woman or because somebody is unhappy about the split or somebody

left a print.

And then we all start to topple, one domino after the other.

The thing that always beats us is time.

The police have all the time in the world.

Hotel Gilman?

Yes, do you have a Matt or a Matthew Pickett registered there?

Well, Mr.

Pickett came back about 1 .30 in the afternoon, and this man had come in

but he wouldn't leave his name.

Spears?

What do you want him for?

Yes, thank you. Excuse me.

Hotel Gilman never heard of Matt Pickett, and the number he gave Miss

answering service.

He ordered the service by phone. He paid a month's check. But he never tried to

find out if there were any messages.

Were there? No.

Miss Parker, is Mr.

Pickett up to call in from time to time just to see how things are going? Yes,

he might.

Especially if he had a big deal on the fire.

Do you know of a deal like that?

No.

But something was on his mind.

He's been working nights.

Here or out in the field?

Here, mostly.

At least, that's what he said.

You never know it by the way the place looked in the mornings. No cigarette

butts, empty bottles.

You'd swear he'd vacuumed the place before he left.

Is there a vacuum in the office?

Yes, but... I wonder if we could see it.

Are you serious?

Did this mean anything to you?

Yes, it's part of one of our open listing forms.

Mr. Pickett probably made a listing. Somebody sold the property and he... And

what, Miss Parr?

He got so angry he burned it?

Well, apparently he did burn it, whether it makes any sense or not.

Can you tell what listing that refers to?

Would the date help?

Yes, it might.

Let me check my files.

Yeah? We're just outside of Barstow, Dave. I think this is far enough.

He wants you to bring the boy to the turnoff at Torrey Pines. I can't talk

out of it. I can't hang out on this road forever, Dave. This is far enough.

Will you quit arguing with me? Do it.

Just do it.

Put the boy on.

It'll be a couple more hours.

Hang on.

Yeah.

Hey, look, I've got a feeling that this is as tough on you as it is on me. Am I

right?

Almost as tough.

Well, then you hang on, too.

I will.

Well... Goodbye, son.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Dad.

Okay? Okay. Get the boat ready.

Give me the police.

Yes, emergency, please.

Well, we can go over the whole thing again, but there just isn't anything

for the 17th.

But try the 16th and the 18th. Oh, Inspector. I know you're tired, so am I,

it's important.

A matter of life and death.

It could be.

It probably is.

The 16th.

Harfield property.

Two bedrooms, bath and a half, Manhattan Beach.

Out of city listing.

San Diego, instrument company.

Leased to Halpern and Company, Baltimore.

Halpern, I see that.

Plant facility dismantled. All equipment removed or unusable.

Call Converse to San Diego. I can get over there right away.

O 'Brien, it's Lou.

I'll be at the airport in five minutes. I'll need a jet to take me to San Diego.

We've just received a teletype from the Barstow Police Department.

A farmer spotted a camper earlier tonight answering the description of the

kidnapped vehicle at a spot approximately 20 miles west of Barstow.

How many passengers could he tell?

Two men and a teenage boy.

It was headed west, but it's apparently changed direction.

Barstow Police have covered the designated area.

No results.

Now, there are three unimproved highways they might have taken.

What's the most direct route to San Diego?

66 to 395.

All right, alert the resident agent in Barstow.

If he spots it, have him follow without intercepting until further orders.

Take a helicopter out to Highway 395. Establish contact with the SRA in

as soon as you're airborne.

Miss Power, thank you very much.

Right on schedule.

Don't go any faster.

I feel like a sitting duck.

Take it easy.

Easy.

Quiet.

Get the search warrant. Yes, sir.

Amen.

This is a robbery.

You will be shot if you move or interfere.

Face the wall.

Place your hands behind your backs.

Cooperate. It will save your lives.

We could start checking every industrial facility roughly similar to this one.

Alert of the major banks, factories and payrolls.

No unusual activity anywhere.

An outfit named Guardians Limited has a security contract with most of the

important firms in the metropolitan area.

It's absolutely quiet in that control room.

What sort of assistant do they have?

Central alarm plus closed circuit TV.

Griswold put together a team of experts, including a specialist in electronics.

Let's check back with Guardian.

What about irregular activity, like changes in personnel?

No, sir. Everything's under control on all the monitors.

No reception difficulties?

Well, there was a little interference on the Hill Dempsey line, but the picture

held. Hang on.

Would Hill Dempsey make sense as a target?

Well, they're foreign exchange brokers.

They keep much money on hand?

I should imagine about three or four million.

Are they open now?

Not the regular office, but the guard should answer the night number.

See if you can contact him.

Yes, sir.

I couldn't raise Hill Dempsey, but Mr. Ward is on a relay from Washington.

Yes, Art.

Lois, we've just been going over the M .O .s used by Canada and Mitchell over

the past few years.

One of our agents remembered a truck theft and murder in San Diego with

points of similarity.

San Diego police had already forwarded a set of partial prints, and we compared

them to Canada's and Mitchell's. Yeah?

Well, the prints on a metal flashlight dropped after the theft of a Bancroft

transfer truck on June 17th are definitely Mitchell's. I've sent

to San Diego already.

All right. Thanks, Arthur.

Is Bancroft Transfer anywhere near Hill Dempsey? No, it's not.

Any other interstate truck lines in the area?

There's Mission Freight.

As a matter of fact, I think Mission Freight and Hill Dempsey share the same

loading platform.

Let's move on. Alert the police. Ask them to seal off the area.

What's wrong with the elevator?

I wanted you to wait for me. You can get out right through there.

Now let me just go on.

Everybody in that vault room saw me. They'll investigate, Dylan.

They'll identify me. Let me go with you. Are you out of your mind? Please,

please, Mr. Griswold, just take me with you.

Go ahead, Tom.

We're about a mile from the camper.

I have cars on the highway in front and behind him. Looks like they stopped for

dinner.

There's one man in the front seat. The other evidently is in the camper with

boy. All right, move in the moment the boy's separated from both men.

Yes, sir.

Be careful, Tom.

You're safe.

We're the FBI.

What about my dad?

What about the truck?

Empty. Just one man.

Boyd Mitchell.

You search the building. I'll contact the Coast Guard. Right.

Will you quit worrying?

We have made it!

So you'll get a free trip to Acapulco.

He saw me.

20 seconds more and we would have disappeared in the dark.

We'd have gotten away.

Part 1390.

Motor launch has been sighted. She's about four and a half miles, 135

degrees magnetic from Point Loma Light.

The end.

shot across their mouth stand by the mortar to fire a warning shot

5 -11, we were at the second floor elevator.

In a moment or two, we would have gone down the stairs.

But Van Doyle stopped me.

He wanted to go with us.

We wasted 20, 25 seconds.

I don't know whether it would have made any difference.

Anyway, you saw me and that was it.

Would you type that up as soon as possible, please?

Lou, the boy and his mother are here.

They wanted to know if they could see Griswold.

Of course.

Hello, Max.

Hello, sweetheart.

It had to end sometime.

Could have been a worse ending.

Good boy, Barbara.

You did a fine job.

There was a lot to start with.

David Spears died of his wounds.

Walter Boyland and Nick Anders were convicted of kidnapping.

Max Griswold and seven others were convicted of the armed robbery of the

Dempsey Company, as well as complicity in the murder of the Bancroft truck

driver. They are serving sentences totaling 240 years.

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