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Is he dead?

Can't take any risk. Now finish him.

I meant you.

I know what you meant.

Listen, man, don't get funny with me.

I'm the one they'd recognize. I'm the one they'd go after. As it is, I'm going

to have to leave the country.

Joe, I tremble for you. Look, let me tell you something. Keep your voices

He's out of it.

Any more guards around?

No. How many doors does that cabin have?

One in the front.

Jimmy, there's just the two of them. Now, you and the comic here can handle

can't you?

I mean, I've done my bit. I set it up for you.

Now, shouldn't somebody go back to the car so we can roll the minute this

thing's done?

Good idea. Keep the motor idly.

We'll be with you in five minutes.

How'd you like to be climbing a mountain and have that on the other end of the

rope?

So I said to him, what do you care, boy?

Your bank's insured, ain't it?

Well, he couldn't take his eyes off that shotgun, you know.

I said, come on, boy.

Come on now. Go give me the money.

Well, when he went...

Sweetest way to rob a bank I ever saw.

Beats working.

The

FBI.

A Gwen Martin production.

Starring... Ephraim Zimbliss Jr., also starring Philip Abbott,

William Reynolds, with guest stars Diane Baker,

Robert Duvall, Bert

Brinkerhoff, Larry Gates.

Tonight's episode, The Harvest.

Less than 36 hours after a gang led by Billy Roy Silker had held up a Delaware

bank, the robbers themselves had been attacked and robbed in their

hideout.

Silker alone, though his life was to hang in the balance for five full days,

would survive to face FBI questioning.

How do you feel?

I think you know your rights by now.

You don't have to answer my questions.

Would you like a lawyer?

Could I ask you one question first?

Go ahead.

Any of my friends get out?

I found one in the cabin, one outside, both dead.

How many dropped in on you?

Did you recognize either of them?

Did you have all the money with you in the cabin?

The guard and the cashier from the bank identified your picture.

Both tell her to keep special bills on hand and feed out in case of a holdup.

It would help us to know whether the men who hit you got all the money.

It's a problem, isn't it?

Why bring the Bureau into a personal fight?

Well, think about it.

You're going to be flat on your back for a matter of weeks.

They've already got a five -day jump on you.

You'll have to hire extra muscle now.

You'll pay for that through the nose.

If you can raise the cash.

And then at the trial, you'll be charged with dealing money they're spending.

It was all in the cabin.

They must have got the whole bundle.

Can you give me names, descriptions?

Nothing. It happened so fast.

One started shooting through a window, another one comes through a door.

They wore masks.

I could hear them talking. I didn't recognize any voices.

They must have known you.

Why?

Because they knew about the cabin.

Oh, yeah.

I hired that cabin from a punk named Joe Troy.

Comes from Newark.

Very small time.

Well, I guess that's it.

Thanks, Billy.

Give him my love when you find him, Inspector.

I'll do that.

Well, there she is.

Everything you said.

Fifteen years.

I've missed this country. I really have.

Now, where are we in relation to Frisco?

Don't call it Frisco around here.

It's San Francisco.

And it's, uh, the Southwest.

San Mendres is over in the next valley.

As I recall, the bank is about halfway down the main street, the only street.

The only street?

Well, what'd you expect?

Something bigger.

Oh, you, uh, you don't want to bother with a little one -horse bank, huh?

Okay, what makes this little bank different?

Harvest time makes it different.

It's the end of the work year for these people.

The grape vines are loaded. They're picking them now. When they're finished,

they'll have a party, a fiesta. Drink a little wine, make a little love.

Then the men will be paid off in cash.

Then most of them will head out to the next job.

I told Troy he should have come along with us.

How much cash?

Well, there are a thousand workers.

Supposing each worker has $500 coming to him.

I don't know why I ever fight you.

Neither do I.

Might just as well relax, do as you're told, and collect your money.

Might just as well.

Joseph Troy had one federal conviction, interstate car theft.

He drew two years.

I got the list of his friends, cellmates, and visitors.

Nothing on this Newark address?

No tell.

He hasn't been seen around there in the last couple of days.

He said something about shipping out, going to Central America.

Lewis, looking for me?

I may have a lead in the Silker case, Art.

Boyd Taylor called a few minutes ago from Charleston. A reliable informant

thinks he saw Joe Troy sitting in a waterfront restaurant.

Well, that may be it, then.

Because a Charleston bank just found one of the bills from the Delaware holdup.

It was a 50.

It was turned in this morning by a bar.

Call Taylor.

Have him circulate Troy's mugshots along the waterfront right away. Yes, sir.

100 from Charleston, right?

Is that the bank?

That's the bank.

I wouldn't store crackers in that box.

Don't underestimate these people, George. They're thrifty, but they spend

money when it counts.

They need protection once a year, so that's when they hire it.

Extra guards. How many?

I'll scout around and see what I can pick up.

Oh, you walk up to somebody and tip your hat and say, Howdy, I'm a stranger in

town. You see, I come to rob your bank.

No, I say, Howdy, ma 'am.

I'm your friendly hosiery salesman, and I got these beautiful samples to show

you. And we talk about one thing and another, the harvest and the fiesta

afterwards, and the extra policeman in town to keep order and watch the bank,

and, you know, gossip like that.

Hosiery samples?

Well, the ones I got in the back of the car, the ones I picked up in Denver when

you were asleep.

I hate to be surprised, George, so I pre -planned. I spot the apple I want, then

I... Figure out where it's going to fall, and that's where I am when I shake

tree. Nothing to it.

Well, where am I supposed to be while you're out sweet -talking the farmer's

daughters? In the vineyards, working.

Be no other reason for an able -bodied young man to be in San Andres. You can't

just sit around.

You'd arouse suspicion.

Now, let's see. The state employment office used to be across the street.

How do we contact each other?

I'll find you.

I'm all right. I'm all right. The truck barely touched me. I'm sorry, senor. You

came out without looking. Just relax.

It's so much easier when you relax.

Relax. Right.

Are you hurt?

Would you like a doctor?

No, I'm fine.

Can we drive you anywhere?

Where do you work?

Well, as a matter of fact, I just arrived. I was on my way to the state

employment agency.

Do you need a job?

Mm -hmm.

¿Qué piensas, matador?

Después de lo que ha pasado, me parece buena idea.

Listen, we'll drive you to the office if you like, but as a matter of fact, we

could use another hand at our winery.

Rancho Cintron.

I'm Lisa Cintron.

Hello.

This is Felipe Martinez.

Hi. Hello.

Unless you'd rather have some other kind of work.

Oh, no. No, no.

No.

Be careful. Be careful.

Are you all right? Thank you. Yes.

You got a good lead on Troy just before you landed, Luke. I thought you better

come straight on out.

Has he shown up?

Not yet.

Ticket agency's to your left across the street.

The manager recognized Troy as soon as we showed him the mug shots.

Troy had been in two days ago.

Alone?

Alone.

He booked passage to Panama on a freighter.

under the name of Joseph Smith.

Said he'd be back at 3 o 'clock this afternoon to pick up his ticket.

The ship sails at 5.

Talk to the captain?

Yes, sir.

He confirms he's holding space for a Joseph Smith Newark, but he says that

hasn't made an appearance yet.

We've got the ship under surveillance.

Any other male passengers aboard?

No other passengers on board or scheduled.

Well,

Kids dressed up like police.

That's not the Charleston uniform.

Troy, FBI.

Drop it.

Drop it, Chief.

Hang on a minute.

Where are your friends, Troy?

My name's Smith. What friends?

All right, Smith.

Let's go.

Well, look at the paper. What is nine and six? Is it 17?

If you would only let me do it my own way. No, it is 15. Isn't it 15?

Now, if you can't add ombre, just leave it blank.

What's the matter?

I'll tell you what the matter is.

He lets the field hands write down the number of boxes they've picked, and then

he adds them up all wrong, and I'm supposed to untangle that mess. Fine,

Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you out here. I can handle it. It's just

that, well, the guy's been pulling that all afternoon.

Well, each time I call him on it, he starts stalking around as if he owns the

earth. I know, but don't feel guilty.

He drives everybody crazy.

Well, maybe I'm out of line, but what is this guy? A relative?

You're not an aficionado, are you? Of the bull? No.

He is the Matador Martinez.

He was numero uno, number one in Mexico for 20 years.

Then one Sunday he was gored. All of a sudden everything was gone.

The grace, the bravery, crowds, the income. He was struck down.

Now he's become a heavy, slow old man. He just needed help.

Like me in the truck, huh?

What? You're a very charitable young lady.

You take in all the stray animals.

No, I'm not. Not all of them.

Certain ones I wouldn't dare turn my back on.

Others, I trust right from the beginning.

How do you tell the difference?

Something in the eyes.

Okay, I understand my rights.

Got a pen?

You're entitled to counsel, you know.

Come on, gentlemen.

You have my records. You know my attitude.

When have I been anything but cooperative?

Let's start with this afternoon.

Listen, that was a terrible mistake on my part, I admit it.

But I didn't even hear you guys. You could have been a bunch of robbers for

I know.

You always carry a .45 against robbers?

First time I ever had a gun on me in my life.

But I'm in a strange city. I had all that dough.

Where'd you get those stolen bills, by the way?

I found them.

How's that sound for wild?

There was this bundle right in the middle of the street that must have

out of somebody's car.

I'm not the kind of guy who's going to turn in a haul like that just for a

reward.

You're lying.

Why?

Silker didn't die.

We talked to him.

Hello?

The Bureau phoned in this list of Troy's friends and associates you wanted.

Anything significant?

Yeah, well, there's one named, uh, George Wilson.

He was a cellmate of Troy's.

He was, uh, took a one to ten for attempted bank robbery.

Paroled in July.

He asked for permission to go to New Jersey.

Uh, his last, uh, reporting office was Newark.

Now, you were telling us about that money you found.

I can't see any reason in the world why Silker should think that I was mixed up

in that stick -up.

Well, let me explain the problem to you from a legal standpoint.

You see, the fact that you weren't in the cabin with the other two doesn't

you of a murder charge.

You're going to have to stand trial.

I didn't think they were going to hit anybody, I swear to God.

I couldn't believe my eyes when he killed the lookout.

When who killed the lookout?

George Wilson?

Yeah, Wilson.

Who was the other man?

Just Jimmy, no last name.

George brought him into it after Silker came to me and said he needed a cabin.

Jimmy was the one who laid it all out for us.

Very smart character.

Description?

Six feet, 190 pounds, gray hair, 50

years old.

Where are they now?

They were going to take a trip to the coast. They asked me to go along. When I

said no, they became very closed -mouthed.

They got another job lined up out there, very big.

Neighborhood of half a million.

What kind of car did they have?

I never got a very good look at it. Convertible, that's all I know.

We used my car to go to the cabin.

Where were they headed for on the coast?

I mentioned San Francisco.

I got the impression the score was someplace else.

Maybe a small town.

A bank?

I don't know.

All I know is Jimmy said it was going to be rough.

Very, very rough.

How's she going today?

Well, I think it's right this time.

Very good.

I better be careful. The boss will be giving you my job. She'll be kicking me

out of the office.

Oh, no danger on that heavy.

Now, if I were 25 years younger...

You got an evil mind, Matador, huh?

Yes. Yes, I have.

The

vines

are getting a little lighter.

Boxes aren't coming in as fast today.

No, we ought to be...

Finished by Thursday.

Just in time.

For?

Oh, the fiesta.

It'll go on all Thursday night in the Mission Square.

Then on Friday, you can drop by the bank and pick up your money.

And then what?

Oh, I don't know.

I'll head north, I suppose.

Is that where you come from?

North? Washington, Oregon?

Kansas.

Were you a farmer like the Sintrans?

I was when I was a kid.

I loved it.

But you gave it up.

Why?

Oh, lots of reasons.

My dad lost the place, for one thing.

You could have hired out to another farm.

Not quite sure why I never did.

You see, I met this guy when I was... You know, it's really too bad.

What is?

Well, that you can't turn it back like a film start again.

Don't you think that it will always be the same film?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Something in the eyes said in the beginning that this was going to happen.

Yes.

Please stay in certain interest.

What if I were to say, come away with me right now?

Yes, what do you want?

I'm sorry.

Well, who do you want to see?

Are you a wholesaler?

No, ma 'am.

I'm a hosier salesman.

Well, I'm really not very interested.

Well, this will only take a minute.

I'd like you to take a look at the sheerness of these new stockings.

Go ahead.

Only if you like them.

I, uh, I hear there'll be a fiesta on Thursday evening. You'll want to look

best.

You're going, aren't you?

Everybody's going.

And Troy was fairly sure, was he, they'd be after a Bay Area bank.

He wasn't sure of anything except that Wilson was in it.

He had the impression that Target would be in a small town somewhere near here.

Well, we've alerted the resident agents from Fresno to Eureka. There's nothing

yet.

By the way, the Bureau tried to call you just before your plane landed. They

haven't got you at the airport?

No, they didn't.

Another one of those Delaware bills showed up. Where?

Denver.

Keep him, Mr. Ward, will you, Alan?

Right.

Marge, Inspector Erskine would like to talk to Mr. Ward.

Washington.

Jimmy, the drawing just came in.

Good.

Third member of the gang, based on Troy's description.

Local man, Alan?

I don't know the fake.

Fake?

Arthur?

On this new bill they found in Denver, have you got the details?

Yes, it was part of a cash payment on a used car.

Agents showed the lot manager a number of mug shots, and he identified George

Wilson as one of the two buyers.

He didn't recognize the other one.

They bought a 1966 camper.

Was there a trade -in?

Yes, a blue four -door sedan, Indiana plates.

Not a convertible?

No, not a convertible. Why?

According to Troy, they had a convertible in Pennsylvania.

Well, it might be part of a pattern.

Change cars every couple of days.

Maybe.

Okay, all right, thanks very much.

All right, keep me informed.

Right.

They've been changing cars all over the country.

Maybe they've done it again here.

I want copies of these pictures articulated to every car dealer in the

Having trouble getting away?

No, I told her I wanted to take the truck and drive by myself for a while to

think. It's more truth than poetry.

That was quite a scene.

Maybe you ought to knock the next time.

Okay.

Okay, so you've searched the world around to find this goddess, this

Let me ask you something.

What do you do with her after we hit the bank tonight?

Take her along?

No.

I'm going to take her before we hit the bank.

I've thought about it, Jim.

I want out.

Forget it.

Jim? Man, grow up. We're committed. We're here.

Now, there are three guards on the armored truck.

And the town constable and his deputy, if they aren't busy with the drugs.

That's three to five. One man can't handle them alone.

Then scrap this one altogether.

A possible half million? Are you nuts?

I hooked up with you, farm boy, because you were a realist. You knew what you

wanted. You had to get off of that Kansas spread.

And what did it get me? A stretch in the pen.

With Troy. And that led to Silker. What are you bellyaching about? What seems to

be your main problem anyway?

I want to settle down.

What am I working for? A chance to stop, right?

With a woman. Well, I found a woman.

She's a smart girl. I talked to her. What does she say when you register as

ex -con?

I don't.

What does she say when you're picked up for not registering as an ex -con?

She'll understand.

Oh.

Then why haven't you told her?

You can't go back and pretend as if nothing happened, and I can't afford to

you pretend even if you wanted to.

Relax. We've been this route before.

Just do as you're told and collect your money, okay? Never mind, amigo. I got a

man to help me.

Inspector Erskine, I'm Clay Ashland.

I'm the one who contacted you about Mr. Thornton here.

How are you, Clay? This is Tom Colby.

Mr.

Thornton, did one of these men buy a car from you?

Yes, sir.

That's the fellow.

Turned into 66 Campbell with Colorado plates for a 68 blue station wagon.

This one was with him.

Didn't say much, though.

Looks like the older one was the one in charge.

What name did he give you, Mr. Thornton?

J .J. Smith.

Address? I have it here. Hotel Great Orient, 3933 Sutter.

I happened to go by there the other day. It's a vacant lot.

Did either of these men seem familiar with San Francisco?

The older one was, or he had been at one time.

I told him the station wagon was used by a firm in Burlingame, and he asked me

if the Venetian Gardens was still open out there.

And is it?

No. It's been closed for ten years now.

Do they happen to make any phone calls?

No.

Or mention any names?

No. I put a sticker with a temporary registration number on the back window.

thanked them, and they took off.

Wait a minute.

This is Pacific Avenue, Inspector.

They stopped, and Smith asked if Pacific Avenue would take them to Highway 532.

Would that do you any good?

It might.

Thanks very much, Mr. Thornton. Any time.

Clay.

You know of anything along Highway 532 that might make sense as a target?

Well, Santa Rosa's up there. It's a pretty town, but there are probably

of institutions in San Francisco that'll yield a bigger haul.

Well, maybe I'd better contact the resident of the nation in Santa Rosa

Yeah. You might see what used to be a 3933 center 10 years ago. Yes, sir.

Not too much. That's fine. That's fine.

Weak head.

Hi, ma 'am.

Oh, yes. Hello.

This, uh, this fiesta's really gonna be something.

I've never seen anything like it in my life. It's really great, isn't it?

Great.

I understand they set off fireworks later.

Yes, it's the tradition as soon as it gets dark.

I hear they really shake you up.

The clerk in the hotel said it sounds like World War III.

Rockets, cherry bombs, the whole shebang.

I wouldn't want to miss that.

I'll bet you wouldn't.

See you around.

the resident agency further north, Healdsburg, Ukiah.

All right, thank you.

All right, on the coast.

All right, I'll tell him.

They kept juggling the numbers around and finally came up with 3339 Sutter.

It's a hotel called the Maryland. Twelve years ago, it was the Great Orient.

Same owners?

Same family. The husband's dead, but the wife thinks that she remembers Jimmy.

She recalls a man who lived there for a few months about 15 years ago.

She can't put a last name with the picture, but she and the agents are

over the registration cards now.

It's still quiet at Santa Rosa, Lou. No unusual activity at Healdsburg or Ukiah.

There's nothing on the coast.

What about the towns further east, Napa, Vacaville?

532 doesn't tie into that area at all. You'd have to double back, come south

again on the spur.

490, I think it is. That's the old road.

That's beautiful country in there, though.

Especially now, it's harvest time in the vineyards.

The old road, you say.

Because they built a cut -off into the valley eight years ago.

That was after Jimmy's time.

If that's the way he was headed, that's the route he'd take.

What's the first big town he'd come to on 490, Alan?

Well, there's only one town, big or little, San Mendres.

How long a drive is it?

Well, it's about an hour.

I'd like to take a look around.

Call the sheriff when you fill him in. Tell him we're on our way. Right.

No more wine for either?

I'm sorry, it's wonderful, but I've had enough.

It's a very unusual quality in a man.

To know when enough is enough.

When it's time to stop.

Lisa.

I want to tell you something.

Explain something.

I couldn't give you the kind of life that you're used to.

I understand that now.

I used to think that people could change, but they can't. Why should they

change?

I love you.

Not what you have.

There's more to it than that.

What's happening?

It's the mother door.

The only time he touched the cape now.

People don't change.

That's what Martinez is.

The first matador of Mexico.

Not the coward he turned into.

Not the drunk.

Not the old man who couldn't even add nine and six.

He was born graceful and brave.

And that'll be there until he dies, no matter what happens.

Stay morena.

SF40?

SF40, go ahead.

1953 hotel registration identifies Jimmy as James Reed, Sonoma, California.

Convicted bank robber. Unable to contact San Andres Police.

Switchboard jam due to fiesta. San Andres Bank currently holding $670 ,000.

Over. Right, we have an SF40 clear.

like to cut it close, huh?

There's time.

Hold out your hand.

This job isn't going to be much trouble.

Don't worry about it.

The town constable and his deputies are busy handling the drunks.

There she goes.

I burned my hand on some fireworks. I want to call the ambulance.

Hey, hey, hey, the mayor.

You know where the sheriff is?

Come on, let's go. No, no, that's more.

All right Turn

it George turn it around

I read. Drop it.

You're all right, Garrido.

We're taking you to the hospital to nap.

Reed? He wasn't hit.

He didn't have to be.

People don't change.

But sometimes it takes a long time to get back to the beginning.

You're going to love Kansas.

We'll have a fine farm.

James Reed was convicted in federal court for the armed robbery of the San

Mindres Bank.

George Wilson died of wounds received in the holdup.

Federal prosecution of Joseph Tate for the interstate transportation of stolen

property was declined, and he was returned to Pennsylvania to stand trial

murder. Billy Roy Silker is serving a sentence in a federal penitentiary for

bank robbery.

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