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Excuse me.

Mr. Paul Seeger?

Yes? Well, I see that you do not remember me. We went through customs

this morning at Kennedy Airport.

Our planes must have landed at about the same time.

We had a little conversation.

Oh, of course.

I tried to catch you outside, but by the time I was cleared, you were gone.

You left your book on a bench.

Fortunately, I checked with the car rental service and the girl there

you. And she told me that you were staying at this hotel.

Now then, of course, I almost missed you again.

Well, you know, it was terribly good of you, Mr... Moens.

Moens.

But you went to a lot of trouble for no reason. The book isn't mine.

Not yours?

But it is a German, so naturally I thought... You are German, sir, aren't

Swiss. Ah, Swiss, I see. Well, I myself am Belgian, but I have always been a

great admirer of the Swiss.

The Swiss is in good dimension.

The German is excellent.

Germans were our masters.

The master race.

That was a long time ago.

Some remember, some don't.

Tell me, do you remember Danfier?

I beg your pardon?

Danfier.

No, I'm afraid not.

Very pretty little village north of Liège.

I was never there.

December the 22nd, 1944.

Danfier.

Belgium.

I know you were there, Herr Probst, because I was there too.

Stay away from that phone.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Charles Corbin, Anne Helm,

Harold Gould, and special guest star Ralph Bellamy.

Tonight's episode, The Butcher.

Three hours after the shooting of Albert Moens and an attendant in a New York

hotel garage, a car rented to Paul Seeger was found abandoned in a

meadow. Seeger's flight across state lines brought the FBI into the case and

into a manhunt that had begun a continent away and nearly a quarter of a

before.

Well, Lewis, you're back. Good.

Is that it?

Prince and the car match.

Seeger and Probst are the same man.

I just talked to New York, by the way. Colby's at the hospital.

Moen still denies he ever called his assailant Probst.

The garage attendant was positive.

Was?

He's dead.

New York State warns for murder now.

Well, apparently this wasn't the first time Probst killed a man.

What's his background?

Helmut Hans Probst, former lieutenant, 4th SS detachment, Liège, Belgium.

Nicknamed F. Fleischer, the butcher.

He was cleared of war crimes charges, although there was some question about

reliability of certain witnesses.

Entered the United States illegally in February 1962, secretly organized at

least two clubs, both militantly Nazi in structure.

We arrested him in December 1962 on charges of interstate transportation of

stolen property, a shipment of guns in this case.

And he was deported in August 1963?

An organizer of political clubs, a Nazi.

Mm -hmm.

Come to practice his trade again.

I'd like you to handle this personally, Lewis. When can you leave?

Me today.

What are you doing here? I thought you were in Switzerland.

Flew in this morning to see your father.

Didn't he tell you?

My father never tells me anything. What happened?

An accident.

Let me get you to the house.

How is he?

He's better.

The Belsen Council came by a little while ago to see him.

I had him give me as much as he could, anyway, about Moe and the background.

Any change in the story? No.

Smones?

My name is Erskine.

And another federal agent?

Well, all I can tell you is what I told your colleague earlier.

Were you in Europe in 1944?

I see we have that information.

You were a member of the Belgian underground at that time in Danfierre.

That's the Nierliege, isn't it?

The FBI seems to know quite a lot about me, Inspector.

May I ask how much does it know about the man who shot me?

Well, we know, for instance, that his real name is Propt.

We found the car he'd rented, fingerprints in his mouth, those in

We also know that he was a lieutenant in the E .F .F., assigned to Liège in

1944.

Why did you try to kill him?

That's an extremely personal matter.

A private quarrel.

It may have been a private quarrel.

It became a public one, Mr. Mowens, when the attendant was shot this morning.

I was in Dauphier in 1944.

My job was to hide down the light flyers until they could be ferried out of

occupied Europe.

But it became too dangerous, and I was transferred.

Lieutenant Probst asked my grandfather, my mother, and my brother Henri where

I had gone.

None of them knew.

So he shot each one of them, one after the other, in the

back of the head.

I started looking for Lieutenant Probst the day the war ended.

How did you know he was in this country?

Oh, I didn't.

I have given my search up. But then, this morning, I looked along that

customs table.

And there he was.

I couldn't be certain, so I spoke to him.

As a fellow tourist, I asked him where he was from to hear his voice.

And what did he say?

He said, Byrne.

And he also said that he was a salesman for Carl Epps and Company.

Did he give you any indication where he might be going?

No, no, none.

But he's probably changed his original plans by now anyway.

He's always had a dozen escape hatches like a gopher, a dozen tunnels to run

He vanished in 45. You know where he was hiding?

In a synagogue.

Imagine the gall of the man.

He studied Yiddish and Hebrew.

He knew more about Jewish customs than...

Used to.

I heard he lived in Tel Aviv for years after the war.

Oh, you'll never catch this butcher.

And it's my fault.

I had my shot.

Hello. I was hoping you'd be awake.

How do you feel?

Did you do this?

Mm -hmm.

Don't tell me nursing was one of your courses in Switzerland.

Yes. Every Tuesday and Thursday between calligraphy and singing.

Calligraphy? No.

Miss Trenier believed it was a mistake to teach a young lady anything but

platitudes.

On the other hand, she insisted that we write them all out beautifully.

I don't think you ought to mock that poor woman.

If you hadn't gone to Switzerland, we'd never have met.

Is that something else they taught you in Switzerland?

Forget a love affair like that.

Daddy, I finally reached him when he arrived in Hartford. That's why he's so

late.

He'll be mad about that, and he'll even be madder that I haven't started dinner.

Karen. Who was it that didn't remember?

It seemed to me you promised to write when I left.

Karen?

I'm in here.

Well, you're on your feet. That's something.

All I could get out of her was that you'd been shot in the head. I didn't

what I'd find.

Hello, Dryden.

What happened?

I left the car out front. Will you put it away for me, Karen? I couldn't find

Robert. Robert went to the movies.

I told him and Edith to take the afternoon off.

I didn't think this concerned them.

I want a drink.

Paul? Me too.

Will you please get into something civilized?

What'll you have?

Scotch.

You know, Dryden, I'd forgotten how pretty your daughter is.

But I wish you wouldn't forget it, how young she is.

I don't know what happened between you two when we were in Bern last year.

For heaven's sakes, Dryden, nothing happened.

We just took a few walks together.

You took a few walks?

She fell in love.

It was months before she stopped looking for a letter from you.

Well, it doesn't matter.

But this does.

Who were these people?

One was a garage attendant who happened to be in the way.

The other one, a Belgian named Moynes.

He remembered me from the war.

Are you still wanted over there on a war crimes charge?

No, I was cleared.

With the help of some forgetful witnesses.

But apparently Moynes doesn't go along with the courts.

Well, what are we going to do about all this?

Can you get me into Canada somehow?

I have some friends in Perrytown, Maine, with a boat.

Name is Ingram.

Would Cornwall, Massachusetts be somewhere along the way?

Yes.

Good.

I know the owner of a camera shop there, John Wolfe.

He'll put me up for the night.

I leave day after tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow?

Oh, no.

You're leaving here now.

Dryden, I had a very long day. I'm... Very tired.

You can't stay here.

Suppose you were traced here to me through Carl Epps.

I have $20 ,000 worth of ammunition and arms hidden here.

I'm not going to compromise my organization.

Your organization?

You were the one who came to me last year. You talked to me all night about

and Himmler and the old heroes and the new problem in the United States.

You said to me, please, Herr Seeger, tell me how it was done.

Help me get something started.

We'll call ourselves the Marshals of Freedom.

What was your tenth rule?

You gave me ten rules, you remember?

Be selfish.

Think of the club first.

Kill if you have to, but don't let anyone jeopardize it.

Is this better?

Yes, very much.

Paul, I'm just about to start dinner. Why don't you come and help me? He's not

staying for dinner.

Another time.

May I borrow a car show him where the station wagon is, will you Karen?

Thank you

Parker? Mark Dryden.

Fine, thank you. And you?

Parker, you remember our conversation the other night about your friend with

gun?

Yes. You thought I might find a spot for him, one of these... Yes.

Well, is he still available?

And can he get over here in a half an hour or so?

No, I don't want him to come on the property.

He's to wait on Highway 12 for a white station wagon headed north.

License number AL720.

When he finds the right spot for it, I'd like him to kill the driver and destroy

the car.

All right, I'll tell it.

Hold on, Mr. Hedrick. He just walked in.

Warren Hedrick, liaison representative, Byrne.

Yes, Warren.

Well, the Swiss authorities talked to the people at Carl Epson Company,

Inspector. Yeah.

They do have a Paul Seeger employed as a sales representative.

He's in the United States now, in New York, so far as I know.

Do you have his itinerary?

Mm -hmm.

He, uh, goes to Philadelphia next.

Then he swings west to Cincinnati, St. Louis, and on to the coast.

I gave Colby a list of the hotels he's booked into.

What about his contacts in New York?

Well, he had five appointments, all in Manhattan.

Colby has that list, too.

Nothing in Connecticut?

No.

It's funny you should mention that.

One of the companies he's visiting has its main office in New Haven.

The New York branch handles the distribution of EPSA watches, and the

Connecticut location is concerned with general company accounting and so forth.

What's the name of the company?

Mark Dryden, Incorporated.

Right. Well, Dryden himself is well -known in Bern, by the way. He has a

here. His daughter attended a fine Swiss finishing school, I understand.

Then he and Seeger could have known each other in Switzerland.

Oh, yes, yes. That would have been a good sales contact.

All right, Warren. Thanks very much.

Hope I've been of some help.

You have. Goodbye.

I have some agents interview key personnel at the Mark Dryden plant in

haven, as well as all five offices Seeger was scheduled to visit in

Yes, sir. And get a file of you started on Dryden. Find out if he's in this

country or not, and whether or not he has a Connecticut address.

Here.

What's that?

Some sandwiches and cold chicken.

Well, you have to eat.

It's not safe to stop at a restaurant.

Liebschen, you were born 25 years too late.

What a help you'd have been to a soldier.

Caught behind enemy lines.

Oh, Paul, please don't make fun of me.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

The fact is, I'm most grateful for your concern.

What I'd really like to say is... Oh, why weren't you

born? 25 years sooner.

Oh, Paul, I never thought that was a barrier between us.

Karen, there is one point I must clear up.

I did write, you know.

Every week at first.

Until I saw my notes weren't going to be answered.

Apparently your father disapproved of my courtship.

Darling, someone had to destroy those letters, didn't they?

Yes, but how could he have done such a thing?

I asked you in at least five languages to be my wife.

Liebchen, don't, don't.

It all turned out for the best.

You needn't be involved now.

I know what your background is.

You know?

Or you think you know?

No, I know you were a Nazi.

I suppose you still are.

And what do you think that means?

Do you defeat hunger?

Paul, I've read all the books my friends have.

I've seen the swastikas on the jalopies.

The old German helmets, the photographs of Hitler.

It's a very in thing, hmm? Oh, no, it's more than that.

No, it isn't. Not yet.

But it will be someday.

Hitler was disciplined in a disorganized time.

A time like that will come again.

Your father thinks so, too.

Paul. Let me go with you.

It's too dangerous.

What's too dangerous?

This trip. He doesn't even know the roads. He doesn't... He doesn't know the

traffic rules.

It doesn't matter.

I'll help him.

Karen.

What do you mean?

I'm going with him. I'll pack my bag.

There is no time for that. Just bring a coat.

I tried to talk her out of it.

But she's as stubborn as you are, Dryden.

Anyway, it's probably good sense.

They'll be looking for a man alone.

They?

The police.

Who else did you have in mind, my friend?

Sigurd.

Sigurd isn't safe.

I think it will be now.

And Dryden, next time you want to play games, don't challenge your teacher.

It'll be all right, Liebschen.

You know, it's the first time I've ever disobeyed my father.

You want me to drive back?

No.

Well, send somebody after him, then.

Hocker, don't tell me it can't be done. Just do it.

Yes? We're with the FBI.

My name's Erskine. This is Mr. Colby.

Well, I'm in a terrible hurry right now. I wonder if you could come back another

time. Are you acquainted with a Paul Seeger, Mr. Dryden?

No, I'm not.

He's a salesman with Carl Epson Company in Bern.

I told you I don't know the name.

Do you know the name Helmut Probst?

No.

I don't know what your game is.

There's no game, Mr. Dryden. We're looking for a Nazi fugitive named Helmut

Probst, also known as Paul Seeger.

Are you implying that I'd harbor a... Who organized the Marshals of Freedom

you? The... What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a so -called secret club that meets twice a month in your

Haven plant.

The leader, the Fuhrer, is listed in our files as Mark Dryden.

The deputy is Christopher Hart.

The commander of the Fuhrer's personal bodyguard is Keith Parker.

No, you know, I think that's the whole point.

He doesn't love me.

He's very proud of you.

The way he's proud of his home, his horses, his cars.

I made a good hostess for him. You know, Paul, I think that's the only reason

why he brought me back from Switzerland.

He needed me here at his parties.

Why are we going awfully fast?

Fasten your safety belt.

Hold your arms over your face.

He's evidently made several calls from the house. He was in there over an hour.

Where is he now?

He's conferring with his New York attorneys.

I have the Connecticut place under surveillance.

The girl, she hasn't returned.

Have you located Christopher Hart, his deputy, Fuhrer?

Yes, all the club officers have been interviewed.

No cooperation.

Although one of them indicated they have sympathizers all the way to the

Canadian border.

Well, maybe Seeger's being passed along some sort of underground railway.

Are there any other New England addresses in the Martials of Freedom

No, nothing.

Well, I've alerted the Border Patrol, of course. Hold on, Art.

Dryden's here.

Art, can I call you back? Mark Dryden's outside.

Good luck.

Inspector,

I'm in terrible trouble.

Can I talk to you?

Where's Paul Feger?

With my daughter, Karen.

Somewhere between my home and Cornwall, Massachusetts.

He talked her into going with him.

I should have dragged her out of the car, but I thought I could stop it.

Stop what, Mr. Dryden?

I thought Seeger was a danger to me, to my group. I asked someone to kill him.

I told him a car to look for, the highway he was taking.

Who was this man?

A man, I don't know. Keith Parker supplied him.

Describe the car they're in.

A white station wagon, license number AL720.

Did it north?

Highway 12.

But they've all dropped out of sight. Parker hasn't heard from his man either.

What was Seeger's destination?

A wolf camera shop, Cornwall.

Yes? He's a resident agency in Cornwall, Massachusetts.

Just a few more steps, Karen.

Paul, I don't think I can.

Look.

There's a house.

See it?

They're bound to have a car.

Keep her away from the front of the house. How?

Tell her your car broke down. You want to use her phone.

Stall her for five minutes. Then meet me down the road past that curve.

Oh, I don't... Go on. Go on.

Hello. Hi, I, um... My car seems to have broken down, and I... I wondered if I

could use your phone.

Ain't got none.

Phone company took it out.

But I got a gong out front.

Sometime I can raise a neighbor boy if I whack it hard enough. Oh, no, no, no,

you sit down.

Would you mind if I sat down?

Well, I...

I seem to have turned my ankle.

Good morning.

What are you up to?

I just started the car.

Are you a friend of Hannah's?

No, no.

I'm a mechanic.

She called me.

That's kind of hard to figure. She ain't got a phone.

I assure you.

Leave him. Drive.

Drive.

Call the local district attorney.

Tell him we found the killer. Keep Parker hired.

Hold up.

A report just came in from Tylerville.

A man was slugged about an hour ago while he was visiting a neighbor's farm.

It's going to be all right.

He was able to describe it as a sailor. It sounds to me like it could be Seeger.

Tylerville. Is that anywhere near Cornwall?

Well, that part doesn't fit.

Cornwall's north of here, a little west.

And Tylerville's almost due east toward Rhode Island.

Sounds as though he might be heading for the sea, doesn't it?

Yeah, but if his friends are in Massachusetts, wouldn't it make more

there?

I doubt it now.

Now that he knows Dryden's out to kill him.

Let's take a look at this Tylerville farm.

Keep driving.

What are we looking for?

Place to rest.

Well, we have passed a dozen hotels.

Police check hotels.

Park there, near that white building.

Help me. Please help me.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't understand.

He asks you if you are my wife.

Oh, no, I'm just a friend.

He wants to know if I'm an official here in the synagogue.

I've been the shaman, the sexton. My name is Israel Jacobs.

Can you tell me what happened?

This young lady and I were trying to elope.

But her brothers disapprove.

Difference in age and religion.

These things have nothing to do with love.

At any rate, they attacked me.

What we would like to do is rest here for a while.

I know what it's like to need a place to rest.

I was in Germany during the war.

Where?

Outwards.

Thank God you got out.

Yeah.

I was the only one for my family.

My wife.

My son.

Three years old.

My daughter, 11 months.

Along with six million others.

But you, I don't have to tell this.

By your accent, you're also from Germany.

Yes.

Rest, my dear friend.

I'll find you some food.

Inspector Erskine?

Yes. I told me you'd be coming by. My name's Ryan.

How are you?

Tom Colby. Hi. Hello, Tom.

Have you talked to the boy that was slugged, Dave Palmer?

Yeah, he seems to think he hurt the man who attacked him pretty badly.

Yeah. From the footprints here, it looks like there were two of them.

The friend could have driven him away.

His friend?

Could it be a woman?

I'd say so, yeah.

From the size of the tracks?

As a matter of fact, I asked Miss Beecher a while back if she'd seen a

around here.

She said she either saw one or she dreamed one.

I think you probably ought to talk to Mrs. Beecher. She's inside here.

Oh, ma 'am?

Mrs. Beecher?

Who is it?

Jack Ryan?

Yes, ma 'am.

How's your mama? Oh, she's just fine, Mrs. Beecher.

Mrs. Beecher, this is Mr. Erskine and Mr. Colby. They're from the FBI.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

About what?

The fight?

Yes, ma 'am.

I wondered if that girl was in on it.

Then you did see a girl.

Oh, yes.

What did you say your name was?

Erskine.

Erskine. That's a nice name.

You play baseball?

No.

Mr. Beecher, it would help us if you could describe this girl to us.

Miss Beecher?

She had brown hair, piled high in bangs.

Good figure for a city girl, and she...

Thank

you, Miss Beecher.

Mind like a trap when she's up to it.

Does that sound like your girl?

Could be. Tell me, are there any other large towns between here and Providence?

How large?

Oh, large enough to have a hospital?

No, sir. Just Tylerville.

They've got a very fine Jewish medical center there.

I circulated the assailant's description, so they'll be on the

What about hotels and motels?

All covered.

No, it's a funny thing. I think we had our roadblocks up much before they could

have gotten beyond Tylerville in any direction.

It's as if they hit that town and then just dropped out of sight.

Almost as though he'd done it before, isn't it?

Sir?

How large is the Jewish community in Tylerville?

Quite a few families.

It's in the old country.

Thanks Mr. Ryan.

How long was I asleep?

Oh, about an hour.

How are you feeling?

Tired.

But not as lightheaded as before.

Where's Jacobs?

I don't know.

Karen?

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

He did quite a good job on that new bandage.

Adequate.

You know, Jacob was studying to be a doctor when the Nazis took him to

Auschwitz.

We had quite a long talk while you were resting.

The leadership went too far.

Most of us regretted it.

Is that part of what my father wants here, too?

An Auschwitz?

Is that what you want, Paul?

Of course not.

If it came, would you accept it?

It served a purpose.

How can you say that in this place?

I mean, that is the most...

The horrible part of it all to me, how you can use people you hate so much.

Or do you use everyone, Paul?

Karen, you're too young to understand.

I must be.

Because I don't understand. I mean, all I've heard are a lot of words about

strength and discipline.

in thing, a game.

But it wasn't a game for Jacobs.

And I don't think it's a game to you or to my father, is it?

No.

Tell me something, Paul. Did you really write to me from Switzerland?

Listen to me, my darling.

Was that a lie?

All right.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Karen, I think you are a very sweet and very beautiful girl.

I'll always be very grateful to you for what you have done.

But you don't need me anymore.

Thanks very much.

That's the car, all right.

They're inside.

See if the building's surrounded.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's a little better, huh?

Yes, I do feel better.

I was just thinking of taking a little walk, as a matter of fact.

Don't prolong it, Karen.

This is where it ends.

Helmet Probe.

Amen.

The thing I can't seem to make you understand is that I was doing this for

good of the country.

Yes, that's hard for me to understand, Mr. Dryden.

Karen.

May I go now, Mr. Erskine?

Of course.

Karen.

I'll call you when I find an apartment.

Nothing I can say to change your mind.

Mark Dryden was convicted of interstate transportation of stolen property and is

serving a term in the federal penitentiary.

Helmut Probst, alias Paul Seeger, survived his wounds and was returned to

York, where he was convicted in state court of murder.

Prosecution of Karen Dryden was declined by the United States Attorney.