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All right, all right. Shut up a minute.

You know what's wrong with you?

Certainly. I was born.

Oh, that's beautiful. That's beautiful.

So I got to say Michael DeMarter behind the wheel, right?

Oh, not for long. Not for long. I can bet your sweet life not for long.

You get out at the end of this run, you get out on the train, you understand?

You can go wherever you want. You can go to places if you want.

Just keep away from me and my rigs, right?

These tracks, numbers.

How long have you been mixed up with these people?

For a while. A year.

You've been running syndicate bets for a year?

Every week.

My own brother.

In my truck.

Across state lines.

You know that lace is both open for a federal ramp. You know that. It's a fat

-headed law.

People gamble. They always have and they always will.

You set up a dumb rule and someone's going to break it. I'm not talking about

rules. I'm talking about a federal law.

You can't open your mouth without talking about rules.

Walk. Don't run. Keep your voice down. Go to school.

Get a job. Don't make any waves.

Come on, will you?

That's beautiful.

Yeah, it's just beautiful.

Stop the world.

I want to get off.

I'm going to make it.

Oh, no, brother.

To Mexico.

I've got my island all picked out. Your what?

You mean you searched through my bag and found the bedding slips and you didn't

see this ad about the island?

Ten dollars a month and a 99 -year lease.

And no one to bug me.

No one to help you either.

Even Robinson Crusoe had one friend.

I'll have one.

I'll let Jenny.

Just you and the girl.

I know what I'm doing.

The boys owe me another month's commission.

When I collect my money, I'm going to take off.

Then we'll both have what we want, won't we?

Colby?

You out of your mind? Is that all you know how to do, run?

John, pop!

The FBI.

A Gwen Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Susan Strasberg, Roy Poole,

John Milford, and special guest star Dean Stockwell.

Tonight's episode, The Quarry.

For weeks, FBI agents in Northern California have been working to develop

of a link between La Cosa Nostra chieftain Frank Williams and the

flow of gambling information.

An informant's tip had indicated that a syndicate runner would be entering

California by truck on June 2nd. A search warrant was obtained.

But with the disappearance of the truck's driver, the hot trail had

grown cold.

We found these bedding slips by the truck. The U .S. attorney thought it was

enough to issue a warrant.

The owner of the rig was still conscious when we found him.

He identifies the fugitive as his brother, Michael Riley, and he admits

Michael was a runner for the syndicate.

I know. I stopped at the hospital.

No sign of a trail.

Well, none so far.

What about secondary roads?

There's a county highway about a mile to the east.

There's a couple of, uh...

Lumber roads leading into it.

I've got patrols on him, but with any luck, he would have hit one of them in

first 10, 15 minutes and hitched a ride.

Which way does this county highway run?

North and south.

South into San Sebastian?

Yes, sir.

But he wouldn't go that way, would he?

Back into his own home grounds?

His brother thinks he might.

He's in pretty bad shape.

Concussion? All he talks about is Mike. Where's Mike?

It's almost as though he expects him to walk into the hospital and give himself

up.

Might be the best thing he could do.

I don't imagine Frankie Williams is exactly overjoyed having one of his

spotted.

Mikey might want to get to him first.

Surveillance on Williams?

Williams, the hospital, and Mike's apartment.

I'm going to need some agents from San Francisco.

Request as many as you need.

Yes, sir.

I want him found and I want him found alive.

Go to jail.

Go directly to jail. Do not pass go.

Do not collect $200. Go to jail.

Go to jail.

The story of my life.

And now I have to get past that whole side again.

And you realize that you own all the railroads. Barney, will you get the

And the utilities. And that I am mortgaged right up to my neck.

Hello. Hello, Mr. Williams.

No.

This is Barney Kennett.

Who do you want to talk to? Frank?

Yeah. Hold on.

It's, uh... It's our wandering boy.

Go play outside, sweetheart.

Oh, please let me stay, Daddy. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Matty will take you

out back.

But first, you kiss your Uncle Barney goodbye.

Goodbye. Sugar.

I'll, uh, see you around.

Have fun.

I ran into a little problem, Mr. Williams.

Uh -huh. We wondered why you hadn't checked in.

The police had a roadblock north of town.

I shook them, but my brother Steve was in the truck, so they probably know who

am. And I want to get out of town. Do you think you could send me the

you owe me?

Well, where are you now?

I'm at... Mike?

Well, maybe it'd be easier if you just dropped the money someplace, and then I

could send someone to pick it up.

Easier?

What are you talking about?

Well, I just think I'd rather do it that way.

Okay, you tell me where you want me to drop it.

There's a phone booth in an alley on Main Street between 9th and 10th.

Just stick an envelope in the directory and I'll find it.

All right, but now listen to me.

Very cool boy. Too bad he isn't in the Brotherhood.

I wish I could trust him to keep his mouth shut.

You want him hit?

Yeah.

I'll get hold of Dave in New York. Clear it with the High Commission.

All right.

Where is he?

Somewhere around Main and 9th.

Shouldn't be difficult.

I'll send a man over.

A friend.

Jenny Hall.

You know where she works?

Mm -hmm.

I'll send somebody to keep an eye on her, too. Maybe she'll show us where he

Sands Bastion Theater.

Jenny?

Hi.

Oh, hey, how was the run? How was Reno?

Loud.

Are you alone?

Am I alone?

In this booth?

Well, no, actually, I happen to have this very skinny lover.

Are there any cops around?

What's the matter?

I'm in a bind.

I need you.

I... I get off work in 30 minutes.

But, uh, sooner if I can get hold of the other girl.

Okay, no questions.

Do you love me?

I guess I'll have a couple of other questions when I get there.

Hey, where are you?

I'm at Main and 9th. I'll take a room at the San Sebastian Hotel.

Just ask for Mr. Michael.

Okay.

May the Lord forgive you by this holy anointing, whatever sins you have

committed. Amen.

May almighty God bless you.

In the name of the Father, and the Son.

Your aunt was right, Lou.

He headed back to town. He's calling from there now.

Ask Riley's doctor to talk to him. If he can, run a trace.

Inspector?

Mike? He's in San Sebastian.

Just called in to ask about you.

Oh, dumb kid.

Giving everybody trouble.

Why don't you rest now, Mr. Riley?

He's pretty important to you, isn't he?

I mean, why send an inspector from Washington after a numbers runner?

He's the low man on the pole.

Well, he... He might be important.

If he can tie Frank Williams into interstate gambling.

He won't help you. He's a loner.

Thinks he doesn't need anybody else.

Except this girl.

What girl?

Jenny Hall.

Do you know where I can find her?

16 Templer Way.

She works at the San Sebastian Theater.

She's just like him. She won't help you either.

I want to talk to a girl named Jenny Hall. She lives at 16 Temple Way. Works

the San Sebastian Theater.

Hey, fella.

How'd the doctor tell my brother about me?

He said you were getting along fine.

He didn't.

Maybe we can make a liar out of him anyway.

If I die,

Michael will have a real charge in his back, won't he?

I mean, manslaughter.

He'll never turn himself in.

Okay. If you want him back before Williams chops him down, so do I.

I'll hang in for you.

You keep the charge reasonable.

What? This?

This don't mean a thing.

We're just hedging our bets.

Right, Father?

Right.

Maybe. Thanks.

When we get to the kid, keep your motor running. I'll be right out.

Thank you.

We're about ten minutes too late.

The girl who replaced her said that she headed west toward Main Street.

She doesn't have a car. There's no public transportation.

Contact the office. Ask them if they would check with the cab company, see if

there's been a pickup in the area.

Who is it? It's me, Mike.

Oh.

Oh, Mike.

Oh.

Hey.

You're okay.

You haven't got any bumps or bruises?

You figured I'd been in a fight?

Why not? You've been in one all your life. You're against the world.

Well, I'm really in one now.

The FBI's after me.

The bets you've been running?

Yeah.

Somebody must have tipped them off.

There was a roadblock at the state line. I got out all right, but Steve got

hurt. Oh, my.

Did you hear from Mexico?

Yes. We've got an island.

I paid a year's rent in advance, but... What do you mean Steve's hurt?

Where is he? How is he? He's got a concussion. It's critical.

Jenny, I've got to leave town right now.

Will you come with me?

We can't take time to tell your folks we can't wait for anything.

Will you come?

You know I will.

Okay, William's sending over my commission.

Please

stand

away from him.

Did William send you?

Listen, all I want to do is get out of town.

Even if the cops catch me, I won't say anything.

I'll let the girl go anyway, will you?

Anything it doesn't hurt You

can make it

Why? Why, I can't.

Five, go ahead.

Police on the scene indicate that the hotel manager's description of the

tranche in Michael's matches that of Bureau fugitive Michael Vincent Riley.

Do they have a name on the man he attacked?

Luther George Todd.

File a review on Todd as soon as possible.

Contact me the minute you have it. Five, clear.

Picked up the police call at the theater.

Girl with him?

Apparently, Todd followed the girl here.

According to the manager, the girl came in first, asked for Michael's room. Todd

was right on her heels. They went up to the room and there was a fight.

Sunlight?

No shots. At least the manager didn't hear any.

Apparently, the kids left by a fire escape at the rear and went down to an

alley. We're questioning the other tenants now to see if any of their cars

missing.

Is Todd cooperative?

He doesn't know what we're talking about.

Yes, sir.

Just walking along, minding his own business when this maniac jumped him.

Stay with the radio. Will you tell him I'm expecting some information on him?

Yes, sir.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was walking along, minding my own business when this maniac jumped me.

Do you know where Riley may be heading now?

I was walking along, minding my... He'd been informed it was right? Yes, sir.

Who do you work for, Todd?

I was walking along, minding my own business... Frank Williams?

...when this maniac jumped me. Olu?

They called in with a summary he asked for on Todd.

He's one of Frank Williams' soldiers.

Warped for IRS, three convictions, all assault with a deadly weapon.

Good.

No, sir.

Does his M .O. indicate he ever uses any other weapon than a gun?

I don't think so.

No?

Which one did you hit, Todd?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was walking along, minding my... You know, Williams is going to be a little

annoyed with you.

You not only let him get away, you let him take your gun.

Or was that part of the deal?

Maybe you were playing both ends against the middle. Maybe they bribed you to

let him get away.

After the city books him, ask the U .S. attorney to add harboring a federal

fugitive to the charge. Yes, sir.

Hey!

Going to be talking to Frankie?

Yeah.

If you charge me like that, he'll think I've double -crossed him.

He threw a lamp at me.

And you shot her?

Well, after she threw the lamp.

She attacked me. I fired in self -defense.

Did Riley take your gun?

It's gone.

How badly is the girl hurt?

I don't know.

Maybe bad.

Can't have gotten far on foot.

Any cars reported stolen locally?

Nothing yet.

Better search the area.

Notify all doctors, clinics, and drugstores in the county.

Circulate pictures of the two of them as soon as you get them.

Yes, sir.

Why?

Why?

Still

with

me? Oh, boy.

I don't know.

We'll head for this motel I know about.

Oh, Mike.

Mike, I want to go home.

Please. Someone will help us.

No, nobody's going to help us.

I thought Williams would, but you saw what happened.

We're on the island already, you know.

Just the two of us.

Oh, well. Stay with me. We'll go check into the motel, and then we'll get your

shoulder fixed.

Oh, but the owner will see us, Mike.

No, this guy minds his own business all the way.

I know the man. There's no problem.

Just follow me.

Say, Cliff, we've had a little accident.

Have you got some extra towels or something to make a bandage, some gauze?

You want a doctor?

No.

I'm trying to see what I can find.

Okay, thanks, but...

This is Cliff Wales.

Can I speak to Mr. Williams?

I heard he was looking for Mike Riley.

Tell him Mike's here.

It's my plate.

The girl.

Mr. Skinner?

Erskine.

Oh, yes.

Erskine. I'm sorry. I could have sworn that the maid said Skinner.

Well, you have to speak up for Maddie. She's getting a little deaf.

Didn't she even offer you a drink?

I know you're a busy man, Williams. I won't take much of your time.

Listen, don't be ridiculous.

I've never yet been too busy to speak to a servant, private or public.

You're sure?

Quite.

Well, sit down, sit down.

We had a talk this afternoon with a friend of yours, Luther Todd.

Luther... Todd.

I can't place him, Skinner.

Can you place Mike Riley?

I knew a Don Riley once, I think.

What about Barney Kennan?

Well, Mr. Kennan is the vice president of one of my lending companies.

My daughter's godfather.

Upstairs now, as a matter of fact.

Oh, is he?

Well, perhaps he ought to be in on our meeting then.

No, he's taking care of some business for me. I wouldn't want to interrupt

I see.

Skinner, I wonder if you'd excuse me now. My daughter is waiting for her

story.

Certainly.

Night.

Oh, by the way, could you give Cannon a message for me?

Tell him we've got every one of your executioners under surveillance.

And remind him that if anything happens to Mike Riley, one of the things we

serve is warranted, publicly or privately.

Thanks, Freddy.

Frank.

Answer the phone.

Yeah, answer the phone.

What are you doing here?

I didn't know you knew Jerry.

Jerry who?

How you doing, baby?

Cold as ice.

Yeah, your forehead's real hot, though.

I'm cold inside, I can tell you that.

Hey, thanks a lot, Ben.

Alice and I are leaving. Let me know when.

Who are you calling?

Nobody.

Just trying to see if I can find a clinic.

Come on, baby, we've got to get you to a doctor.

Can't they come here?

Yeah, but it might be a waste of time if you need surgery.

William, what about... We'll be back. Just keep the room for us, will you?

but what about the money?

We'll be right back.

Has Kennan left the Williams home yet?

All right, if he does, keep an open surveillance on him. Let him know you're

there every minute.

Hello?

Just had a call from the police.

I have a stolen auto report from a man who says he parked his car in the alley

this morning.

He isn't sure of his license number, so we're checking with DMV.

Don't wait for it. He's had time to change the place by now anyway.

I want every agent and police officer in the area to have a description of the

car as soon as possible.

Yes? Yes, sir.

Inspector, the bureau on line one. Mr. Ward.

Thank you.

Yes, Hart. Have you located the boy?

Not yet.

Well, it looks as if you're driving Williams up the wall.

There's been activity in Denver, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Vegas.

Any known executioners on the move?

Danny Biggs got as far as the ticket count at L .A. International before he

noticed he was under surveillance.

Then he turned around and went home.

What about Foster in Chicago?

We haven't been able to locate him yet.

Which brings up a point. We can't track them all down for you.

I have agents at the airport here around the clock.

What about private cars? You can't stop them all.

Art, all I want to buy is time.

Obviously, Williams wants Riley as badly as we do.

I'll block him as long as I can.

All right, we'll keep the lines open to all major cities for you. Feed you any

pertinent information as soon as we get it.

All right, thank you.

Good night, Lewis.

Good night.

Oh, has the nurse stepped out?

I didn't see anyone.

Well, I'm Dr. Milan.

Come on in.

We just had a little accident. It's her arm.

I think I got the blood stop.

We were fooling with this gun. I thought it was empty.

Uh -huh.

It's a fairly clean wound.

Looks like the bullet went on through.

Would you come in here, please?

Just easy does it.

That's it.

Just wait out here, please.

I want him with me.

All right, forget it.

But let me tell you something.

We've got long memories out here.

The next time you decide to come to Frank for anything, you better think

Okay?

Bunny, I want Mike out of the way by morning.

Listen, if I could get by that government lineup out there, I'd do it

But I can't.

I can't do that.

What's the name of your man at the motel?

Wales.

Cliff Wales.

He's on the scene.

Frank.

He isn't reliable.

You make him reliable, Barney.

We'll get rid of him later.

Latino Oaks Motel.

Hello, Cliff.

Yeah?

Barney Kennan.

Is our boy still there?

Well, they cut out.

Cliff, I... I thought I told you to keep him there.

I tried, Barney.

He said they'd be back. I think they went to look for a doctor.

What doctor?

Where? I don't know, but he told me to keep the room open.

Hang on.

They're gone.

But he expects them back.

Cliff?

Yes?

This is Frank Williams, Cliff.

Yes, sir, Mr. Williams.

Do you have a gun?

Well, yes, sir, but I'm not...

I wonder if you'd go to their room and wait for them and take care of them when

they come in.

Do you have a place out there where you could bury two people?

Well, yes, sir.

It would be worth $10 ,000 to me, Cliff.

Okay?

Okay.

Feeling better?

Good.

She'll be weak for a while. She's lost a considerable amount of blood.

But there were no bones broken or arteries severed. How much do I owe you?

Well, I'll see if the nurse is back. She does the billing.

Okay, baby.

Well, they're never around when you need them, are they?

I'll need your name and address.

We're just passing through. What's the charge?

Oh, make it $10.

Would you like a receipt?

No, thank you.

Oh, I have to rest.

That's right. That's the Parkway Clinic on 40.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

Oh, Jenny, have we got that towel?

The towel, the towel we use to stop the bleeding.

It's got the name of the motel on it.

Oh, excuse me. I'm looking for the doctor who treated the bullet wound.

Thank you, nurse. I'm Dr.

Malott. Please don't get up.

Inspector Erskine, doctor, with the FBI.

This is Mr. Colby.

Doctor, what happened to you?

Well, I was on the phone. That's all I remember.

This young girl came in with a bullet wound. She was with a young man.

I had your description of that Michael Riley.

I think this was the man.

How long ago did they leave, doctor?

Oh, just a few minutes ago.

He came back for a towel.

Were there some markings on this towel?

Yes, yes. There was a name of a motel on it.

What motel?

Oh, I couldn't make it out. It was too faded.

Are there any motels near here?

Yes, there are several in the area.

The nearest one is the Encino Oaks.

Well, we won't trouble you anymore. Thanks very much.

What's the matter?

We're almost out of gas.

There's a gas station.

Oh, wait, there's a taxi.

Yeah, they probably got a description of this car all over town anyway.

I'm gonna ditch it.

Take us to the Encino Oaks Motel.

Federal fugitive on interstate gambling charges.

Riley and woman companion believe driving stolen car.

Description, 1962 station wagon.

Tan and brown in color.

observed. Notify immediately.

Thank you.

Ambulance.

Do you have any news about my girlfriend, Jenny Hall?

She'll be all right.

And my brother?

Your brother died at six this morning.

Well, who do I give my facts to, you?

Would you like a lawyer present?

No, I read the paper about my rights.

I know what I'm doing.

What do you want to tell me?

About Frankie Williams' connection with those bedding slips.

Where did I start?

When did you begin working for Williams?

About a year ago.

Based on the testimony of Michael Riley, indictments were returned against Frank

Williams, Bernard Cannon, and six others, charging violation of the

Transportation in Aid of Racketeering statute.

Clifford Wales and Luther Todd were sentenced to five years each for

murder. Michael Riley was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to a term in

the state penitentiary.