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Monroe, United States Embassy.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Claudine Lange, Russell Johnson, and special guest

star Michael Rennie.

Tonight's episode, Caesar's Wife.

A British soldier of fortune named Mason had died trying to deliver a message to

the United States Embassy in Paris.

The contents of the message were turned over at once to the FBI's liaison

representative in Paris, Jeffrey Monroe.

Within minutes, Monroe was on the phone to Bureau headquarters in Washington, D

.C.

Well, it was torn from last Sunday's paper.

The girl in the photo is a young woman named Danielle Chabrol.

She's age 24, unmarried.

Nightclubs?

Ballet. Was Mason acquainted with her, Jeff?

Personally? No, I don't think so.

At least he never mentioned it.

By the way, who was Mason working for this year?

One of the Iron Curtain countries.

Code Green general staff.

My understanding is that he was hired mainly to help them reorganize their

The rumor is that the Code Green premier intends to make a very large move in

the near future.

A final break with Moscow?

We don't know, but we don't think Moscow will let them get away with anything.

You mean a token show of troops?

It might be a lot more than that.

What was Mason's opinion of all this?

He thought the Reds were bluffing, that they wouldn't actually make a decision

until they knew exactly what the United States and her allies would do if they

decided to invade.

That's ridiculous.

There aren't a half a dozen men in the world who would have the answer to a

question like that.

Jeff, about the words on the paper.

Yes?

Could the second one have been...

Yes,

it could.

Assignment Reverson.

Reverson, that's right. He was there, wasn't he?

Envoy Extraordinary to the Code Green peace talks?

Who would know more about United States policy in this area than the man who

helped form it?

But Reverson's retired, isn't he?

I remember talking to him here in Paris last year after his wife died.

He said he bought a home near...

I assume he could have met Miss Chabot in Paris.

Oh, yes, she would have moved in those circles.

But if she is a spy, would the Reds expect a man of Eric Reverson's

to fall for a slip of a girl like this?

How old was Cleopatra when she met Caesar?

That's a point.

Colby's in San Francisco. I could have him fly to Honolulu tomorrow.

Lou? Yes, Jeff?

Better have him start tonight.

The Paris police have finally located Miss Chabrol. She left Paris by jet

For Honolulu.

It is disconcerting, isn't it?

To have one's invitation actually taken up.

Nonsense, Danielle, that's ridiculous.

I'd never have forgiven you if you hadn't called me.

I'm not going to bother you, Eric.

I'm on my way to Tahiti.

When, right now?

No, in a couple of days.

Then it's all settled, you're coming out here.

That's all there is to it.

I have a private beach, a boat, you can go sailing.

I'm very anxious to see you.

I must say I've remembered our talks with a great deal of pleasure.

Well, that's very nice of you.

I have a car in town right now. I'll have him pick you up.

And thank you very much for calling.

Thank you for remembering.

Well, how was the surfing?

Fine.

Who is that?

That was a young woman I saw something of when I was in Paris.

Miss Chabrot.

Danielle?

Yes, you know her?

Yeah.

I saw her a couple of times, too.

She's a most unusual young woman, isn't she?

I must say, I can't remember one of her.

Hey, Dad.

Where did you ever meet such a wild chick?

Wild?

You sure we're talking about the same girl?

I always thought she was so gentle, so sensible.

Hi, Danielle.

Thank you, Victor.

Well, how nice.

Surprised to see me?

Well, I assume you were in New York.

I thought you had a job there with one of the banks or something.

No, I have a two -week vacation. I just got here yesterday.

I see.

Well, that's wonderful, isn't it?

Shouldn't we go inside?

No.

He's over by the pool.

Come on.

That's very complicated.

But in the end, I felt I had no alternative.

Hello, Eric.

Have I changed that much?

You look just the same.

Yes, you've changed.

You're more beautiful.

Welcome to the island.

You've met Glenn. This is Jim Kellogg. How do you do?

He has the place next to mine. As a matter of fact, he helped me find this

How do you do?

Will you have a drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

Well, the sun is going down, and I'd love to see your place before it gets

Well, there'll be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Will you be staying out here with us, Miss Chabrot?

Oh, it's Daniel.

And no, I won't.

We'll see about that.

Eric, I have a lovely home at the hotel.

We'll see about that. Come on.

Excuse us.

Well. I've known your father for ten years, but I must say, I don't think

ever seen him look quite so... No, neither have I, and I've known him all

life.

Lenny is over 21. Let him have his fun.

He can take care of himself.

Yeah, I wonder.

What do you mean?

I know Danielle, Jim. I know how charming she can be, but there's

phony about this.

I think you're wrong.

In any event, I don't know how you'd prove it.

Neither do I.

But I'm going to find out what's going on around here.

Hello I

Miss

your bro's plane landed yesterday about two hours after mine

Anyone meet her?

Well, no one we could spot.

Took a cab to the hotel, went straight to her room and stayed there until

Reverson's chauffeur picked her up and took her to the Reverson home for a

dinner party.

There was several other guests there. We're doing a background check on them

now.

This morning, she checked out of the hotel and moved into a small cottage on

grounds of the Reverson estate, which kind of shook up Reverson's friends, his

female friends in particular.

The consensus is she's a fortune hunter, and none of them believe her story.

Which is?

She says she's on her way to Tahiti to visit a thick ant.

And guess what?

She has an ant in Tahiti who is ill, and she is expecting Miss Chabrol.

So we're not exactly dealing with children, are we?

Sounds very cool and very professional.

Not very innocent.

We really don't know what Mason intended.

We have no proof she's a spy.

Let's see if we can't find something.

How?

We'll have to meet the girl first.

What's her cover?

A writer doing a story for Now magazine. You know, I was thinking I might tell

her I may have stumbled on something in Paris.

Well, let's say that a man staying at the Hotel Lambert tried to sell me a

on a man named...

Anything.

Monsieur Lenoir.

If she's as innocent as she appears, it won't bother her.

If she tries to check up on him, at least we'll know where we stand.

You're going to have to wrap it in a very authentic background. As you said,

this appears to be a very bright girl.

You better call Monroe.

Tell him I want the name of the top red espionage agent currently known to be in

Paris. His codename, alias...

Address, occupation, whatever they can get.

Have them ask the Paris police to put him under surveillance.

If he inquires about Monsieur Lenoir at the Lambert, have them notify us

immediately.

Yes, sir.

Any other guests staying with Reviton? Just his son, Glenn.

How does he feel about this girl?

He's reported to be openly antagonistic.

Does he have any special interest?

Yeah, he's a surfer.

I know what his favorite beach is.

So one of them finally got to you, huh?

Which one?

A little witch with a very difficult hair.

Oh, our charming Mrs. Peabody.

I wonder what makes her so hateful.

She's been on horse.

She doesn't like that.

The fact is, you've entered the tournament of the islands, Danielle.

And since you're so clearly winning, you've got to expect a little

When did you meet him?

Before or after me?

What does it matter?

Well, then how did you meet him? Maybe you can tell me that.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

It was at a party in Paris.

Very much like this one.

He and I seemed to be the only ones who were not laughing.

I was in the library all alone and he asked me what was wrong.

I told him.

And what was wrong?

Everything had broken loose.

So I feared him and he feared me.

His wife had died a few months before.

My mother.

He was very nice.

He helped me to get over a very rough time.

Yes, he's a very rich man.

There seems to be an imperishable notion in everyone's mind. Can't you think

why?

Can't you believe that perhaps I'm really in love with him? No.

Why not?

Oh, Glenn.

Yes, Jim.

Your father's looking for you.

Excuse me.

Is he going to give us trouble?

I'm afraid he might, yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, he didn't warn anybody he was coming.

You know, he said he was going to find out what you were after if it killed

He keeps on about it.

He's beginning to sound prophetic.

If you can't handle him, Danielle, I will.

I spent ten years getting next to Eric, and I'm not going to allow a boy to get

in my way now.

came up with a name for you.

Edward Kruger.

His KGB code name is Violinist.

Kruger works as a barber and has a shop in Mount Farnasse.

That's all I have.

Good luck.

Good morning.

I'm watching you out there. You're pretty good.

My name's Lee Rogers.

Well, so much for the power of a byline. I'm a writer.

I suppose there are a lot of ways I could go about this, Mr.

Reverson, but I don't see any point in beating around the bush.

No?

Well, neither do I.

I'm assigned to do a story on your father for NOW Magazine.

Well, I'm kind of in trouble.

And you want my help, huh?

You're in trouble.

The officer got wind of the gossip going around.

About the little French dancer?

They're digging around in Paris now.

I want to make the story a little interesting, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Well, I don't like it. I happen to be an admirer of your father's.

The thing is, if I could get a full -sized, in -depth story, I could write

without all that stuff.

You say they're digging around in Paris now?

Yeah.

Can I have whatever they come up with?

It's a deal. If you can smooth the way for me.

Yeah, I can do that. You got a car?

Right over there. Follow me.

It's so beautiful here.

It's such a joy.

Do you know what I was thinking as you ran to me?

What? Every man should have a lovely daughter.

I should have.

Why are you so self -conscious about our ages?

Age is not a matter of years.

Actually, sometimes I feel far older than you.

That's because you're so many women in one woman.

Eve, Juliet, Camille, Mother Harry.

Mother Harry?

What's the matter? Don't you want to be a spy?

Nothing, but make her hairier. We're so fat.

Anyway, she was always dealing with soldiers.

And I don't like soldiers very much.

Now, if I could deal with you... Madam, consider me your slave.

What kind of vital information would you like me to have?

All right.

Have you ever loved another woman more than you love me?

That's the sort of thing a man doesn't even reveal to his wife, much less a

So you'd be just like Bluebeard?

Just like Bluebeard, right?

All kinds of people locked in a chest somewhere.

Right.

Eric, are you serious?

Do you have a locked chest somewhere?

I have a locked steel case, but that's the same thing.

I think that's wonderful.

The cool thing about locked cases is I have to go to Washington for a few days.

Do you have to?

I have to leave on Monday.

I'd like you to stay at the cottage. I'd like to feel you'll be here when I get

back.

No, I can't.

Well, why not?

Well, I've been too embarrassed already. I know what your friends are thinking.

Daniel. No, no, I'll leave when you leave.

I'll go to Tahiti. At least my position will be clear there.

Come on, let's go.

This way.

Oh, Glenn.

Ah, Danielle.

Don't look so vexed. Were you expecting the old man? That's a friend of mine,

Lee Rogers.

Miss Chevreau.

How do you do? Hello.

Lee works for Now Magazine. I was just telling him all about you, Danielle.

Where's my father?

Walking.

Alone?

Well, I asked him to come with me, but he seemed to want to stay.

Maybe he wanted to think of something. I don't know.

Hmm.

Well, excuse me, I'd better go take a look for him.

Some of the paths around here aren't too safe for a man of his age.

Well, if he told you all about me, you'll know I'm the path he was talking

about.

Well, Mr. Rogers, do you live on the islands or are you just visiting?

Just visiting.

Actually, I don't live anywhere permanently.

I just came from Paris, as a matter of fact.

Oh, so did I. I know.

I almost did a story on you.

I'm afraid it couldn't have been very interesting.

Ballet dancers don't lead very scandalous lives, I'm afraid.

Well, now I'm not so sure about that.

Monsieur Lenoir assured me you were the exception.

Monsieur Lenoir?

Well, I gathered you were old friends.

He lives at the Lambert.

Lenoir? Yes, a heavy -set man, about 40, 45.

No, I don't know him.

Well, in that case, I'm glad I backed off.

If his price had been $1 ,000 less, I might have bought some very expensive

very worthless information.

I don't understand. What kind of information?

I never did really find out.

Although it seemed to have something to do with a man named Edward Kruger.

Kruger? Yes, he's evidently a barber.

There's a shop somewhere in Montparnasse.

I'm sorry.

I don't know him.

I know it sounds cloak and dagger, but I was supposed to address Kruger as

violinist. Don't ask me why.

Violinist?

I'm afraid, Mr. Rogers, you were being put on.

Excuse me.

Anyone here hungry?

I'm supposed to announce that luncheon is served.

Oh, good.

Are you ready, Mr. Rogers?

I think so. Good.

James Kellogg, Lee Rogers.

How do you do? How are you? Mr. Rogers writes for Now magazine.

And he's been telling me an incredible story about a little barber in

Montparnasse. How were you supposed to call him?

Violinist. Yes, yes. Anyway, this man approached Mr. Rogers and offered him to

buy some information about me. I don't know.

If it isn't the old demon reporter.

How's it going, Scoop?

Hear anything from Paris yet?

Not yet.

You better get on it, man.

Time's a -wasting.

He's going to be asking her to marry him soon, and she'll accept, huh?

And then what am I going to do? I mean, what would you do with a stepmother your

own age and so beautiful?

Oh, I think I'm going to have a talk with her.

Have you seen her?

Who are you talking about, that little, uh, Miss what's -her -name?

Miss Chabrot, yeah. Oh, Chabrot.

Why can't I ever remember that one?

Actually, she's such a mouthy little thing that nothing about her ever sticks

my head.

I wonder if she's well. I mean, with that pasty complexion, though.

I wonder.

Have you seen her, Mrs. Peabody?

Uh, yes.

She and your father had a few words, and, uh, she ran out, I think, toward

cottage.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yeah, speaking.

Listen, somebody said that you're a writer.

Yes. Ooh, that must be fascinating for your wife.

Doesn't she just love that?

Excuse me.

Is your wife pretty? How old is she?

Well, the fact is, Mrs. Peabody, I'm not married.

Huh? You're not married.

Oh, you want one of these?

No, thank you.

You know, actually, my own late husband could have been a professional writer if

he'd wanted to.

I mean, he composed such lovely letters.

Let me ask you this.

Do you think, if you put it to Reverson in the right way, that he'd take you

with him to Washington?

I mean, as a friend.

No, I don't think so.

Maybe he's not the marrying kind.

You're wrong.

That's a problem.

Oh, maybe that's his strength. I don't know.

The trouble is that he loves me.

He doesn't just want me.

He wants me to be happy.

Danielle, are you in love with him?

Don't be silly, Jim.

Well, you're going to have to do something.

And you're going to have to do it soon.

Moscow has contacted me again.

Oh, by the way, they checked on Lee Rogers.

He does work for Now Magazine. Yes, he was telling the truth.

And he was in Paris last week.

Good evening, Jim.

Stop it!

That's enough!

And then at 18, I got the scholarship to the conservatory.

You know I had a glorious voice in those days. No, I mean that. Everybody said

that I shouldn't quit. Really, glorious.

Yes, well, it's still quite vibrant.

Is it really?

Oh, thank you.

Get back to the party.

Come on.

Yes, of course, I understand.

Yes, I'll leave tomorrow.

Goodbye.

And then when I was 19, I met Mr.

Peabody. And do you know that he was already an executive in a wholesale drug

company? You would have liked him.

Darling, what's the matter? Why are you trembling?

Oh, I don't know. No reason.

Excuse me.

Where have you been? To the beach?

No.

Somebody said they saw you going to your cottage.

Oh, no. I went the other way.

On the hill.

I wanted to walk a little.

Daniel, something has happened.

No, it's nothing bad.

Come in here.

Darling, I just had a call from Washington. They want me to fly out

tomorrow.

There's been some activity in one of the countries I know something about.

Eric, tomorrow?

I want you to come with me.

Will you marry me?

No.

Wow.

understand why they have a policeman in front of his door, do you, Mr. Rogers?

Well, I'm asking, I want to ask him what happened when he regains consciousness.

That is what he does.

Well, it was an accident.

He was so terribly drunk, he probably thought it would be a good idea to take

moonlight swim.

Darling?

No change.

Well, at least there's still hope.

I haven't even thanked you yet, have I?

I did.

Happen to be in the right place at the right time.

I'll have to phone Washington. I can't leave as long as Glenn's like this.

Yes.

Will you be staying here, or...? Yes, I am.

Will you be sure to have them call me at home, of course?

Eric, is he out of danger?

Not yet, Jim.

Well, how does all this affect your plans? I mean, will Eric still have to

today? I cancel the plane reservation, Jim.

I'd like to speak to Washington, D .C., please, Department of State.

Attention, 9 -4.

Jim, would you excuse me a moment?

Surely.

This is top priority. My number is at 287 -2199.

Eric Reverson?

Yes, would you call me back as quickly as possible, please?

Thank you

Darling

Yes?

Would you say if Jim would like a drink?

Certainly. I'll be with you in a moment.

Bureau's calling. You want a ticket?

Yeah. Oh, Lou, we found some interesting information about Reverson's next -door

neighbor.

Kellogg? He met Reverson in Berlin about ten years ago.

They've been close friends ever since.

As a matter of fact, wherever Reverson's gone, Kellogg always turns up sooner or

later.

But prior to the Berlin meeting, we do a complete blank.

Kellogg simply didn't exist until ten years ago.

That's good.

Hey, Louis, this is Arthur.

Well, your gambit paid off.

Monroe just called from Paris.

Edward Kruger is at the Hotel Lambert now asking for a man named Lenoir.

That's it, then?

It is, as far as the Attorney General's concerned.

He's authorized a warrant for the girl's arrest.

Failure to register as a foreign agent.

Okay, thanks very much.

No,

James. You and your men don't have to hurt him.

Well, I'm not going to argue with you about it. It's past the arguing point.

We need the information now before Glenn can wreck us.

You try the safe if you want to, but don't waste too much time.

I'll have a plane ready to pick us up pretty soon.

Eric, is everything all right?

Yes, fine.

Eric. Yes, Jim.

May I talk to you for a moment?

Eric, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you another wallop.

I've been approached by a man who claims that Glenn was deliberately attacked,

that it was meant to be murder.

What? I didn't want to bother you with this, but I think I'd better tell you

that he's offered to prove it for a price.

Where is he? At my place.

Eric.

Good luck, darling.

Ms. Chabrot.

I'm Louis Erskine with the FBI.

You're under arrest.

I'm what?

You're charged with failing to register as an agent of a foreign power.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to counsel.

This is ridiculous.

You've got to be out of your mind.

Where's Rivas?

I don't know.

You better tell me.

I just told you, I don't know. Listen to me, Ms. Chabrot.

Glenn is going to recover.

He's going to be able to tell us all we want to know anyway.

So you might as well save what pieces are left.

That is fantastic. I don't have to answer those stupid questions.

The only reason I'm asking them is because a man's life may be in danger.

A man who loves you. A man who trusts you.

I thought you might want to help him.

Where is he?

Mr. M. Kellogg.

They went to his place.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

Sorry, we probably should have driven.

I'm still a little shaky. I didn't get much sleep last night.

I don't suppose any of us did.

All right?

Sir Iverson!

Kellogg, I'm with the FBI.

I suppose he was out there all the time.

Then he walked in and James caught him.

They fought.

And Kellogg dragged him into the ocean by himself?

Yes.

All right, Miss Chevrolet, we'll ask you to come back later when this has been

typed up.

How is Glenn? Is he better?

Yes.

Good, I'm glad.

Can you believe me if I tell you I'm sorry?

I had a job to do.

Yes, of course.

I... I wish from the bottom of my heart that it could have been different.

So do I.

Danielle Chabrol was tried and convicted of conspiracy to commit espionage.

She is currently serving her sentence in a federal penitentiary. The foreign

agent known as James Kellogg died of his wound.