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Mr. Smith, brandy? Oh, no, no more. Thank you, Your Excellency. Oh, you

care for it, eh?

Well, I don't blame you.

In my poor country, we don't grow grapes as the French do.

Or even your own Californians. It's something in the soil.

You see how dry our peaches are?

Oh, I found them rather sweet.

Mr. President, I know you're a busy man.

So is La Cosa Nostra, eh?

All right.

Let us talk business.

Now, to begin with, is La Cosa Nostra

willing to do as I want?

Well, I wouldn't have flown all the way down here to discuss money, Mr.

President, if we weren't.

Money? Ah, yes, that is the problem.

You see, I do not have very much.

And yet you're asking for a great deal, aren't you?

To bring a traitor back here for trial?

That does not seem such an extraordinary request to me.

Well, why haven't you brought him back before?

Now, as I understand it, he's been in Chicago, what, 15 years?

How much, Mr. Smith?

$500 ,000.

Paid by your consulate in American currency the day I land back in the

States.

That is out of the question.

The answer is no.

That's the down payment, Your Excellency.

500 more thousand when I deliver crews to you here in Ciudad Cantera.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

Have a pleasant trip home.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.

Thank you for everything.

Mr. Smith.

I won't bargain.

Five hundred thousand dollars altogether.

I won't bargain either.

Goodbye. Mr. Smith!

Ortiz!

Yes, sir?

Mr. Smith is leaving.

You will drive him to the airport.

Yes, sir.

And on the way, you will pick up Emilio Cruz's address in Chicago for him.

He will be needing it.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Captain Ortiz, I don't want to sound impatient, but I do have a plane to

Yes, it will only be a moment, Mr. Smith.

I understand you wanted Cruz's business address. Yes, I do, but... Well, you

see, he publishes a paper in Chicago.

It's banned here, of course, but he manages to get a copy in now and then.

This is his latest newsstand. We discovered it only three days ago.

Compliments of the government, Mr. Smith.

You'll find his address on the editorial page, along with the names of his

staff.

Oh, and bring him back to us very soon, eh?

We miss him.

A Quinn Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Gilbert Rowland, James Callahan,

Mariana Hill, Thomas Gomez.

Tonight's episode.

The Patriot.

On October 15th. Richard Schaefer, using the alias Marvin Smith, returned to

Chicago with one of the largest international contracts ever awarded La

Nostra.

His assignment? A kidnapping.

His victim?

Journalist Emilio Juan Cruz.

Within a week, the basic plan had been worked out.

Cruz, armed and smart, would have to be approached through a friend.

The check was made out to J &R Public Relations, deposited in their account at

Wilson Savings in Chicago.

J &R, a syndicate front.

Yeah, although they usually carry a few legitimate clients, too.

Nothing on their scale, of course, which was what drew our informant's attention

to it. Is he sure of the source?

The check was countersigned by the consul himself.

Why? What could they be after?

What would a dictatorship like that want with the mafia?

They must have had some preliminary meetings.

Tom's looking into that now.

I asked the informant if there'd been any calls from J &R to Latin America,

tables or letters.

He said not, but that they'd set up an overseas expense account for a new

employee named Marvin Smith two weeks ago.

Eight days later, this Smith put in a requisition for a first -class plane

ticket to New York and $1 ,000 in expense money.

Of course, he could have gone anywhere from New York. Has he come back?

He arrived in Chicago on the 15th. The check was deposited in J &R's account

next day.

Hmm.

Come on in.

Find Mr. Colby, ask him to come to my office.

Yes, sir.

Well, what kept you?

Yes, sir.

New York just called. First -class passenger Marvin Smith arrived on

Field on KBO Flight 301 of the day in question.

Left the same afternoon on Flight 500 from Miami and Point South.

Did they have his destination?

Ciudad Quintero.

Well, that's it.

Did you get Smith's passport number?

Yes. Call Ben McIntyre. Stay through. They're having it. Yes, sir.

Smith has got to be one of the keys to this puzzle. I can't see the Mafia

sending a boy on a man's job.

$500 ,000.

Whatever they bought, they paid a handsome price for it.

The caption will read, Now, General, you let the President have it, too.

After all, it's his gun.

What do you think?

Can we push the knife a little deeper?

Let's say, uh, now, General, you let the President have a turn.

It may be your gun, but they are his peasants.

Good.

His peasants.

Felipe?

Aquí. Terminado.

Well, I think we're going to have a pretty good issue this week, don't you,

Emilio?

It's beginning to feel like winter.

Soon there will be snow again.

Another year away from home.

I love the snow.

Do you remember the first time you saw it?

Your father and I would drive everybody up to the top of the hill.

We made a big snowman.

You were just a little bit of a girl.

Oh, that must have been 18.

20 years ago.

Before the president?

Yeah.

I don't remember any of that.

You know, I just barely remember my father.

I think I remember the night they found him.

He kept saying that we would all have to be very, very quiet.

And we were in a boat, weren't we?

Yes.

Small boat.

A very leaky boot.

Your wife tried to keep my feet dry.

Emilio.

Why did you never marry again?

Oh, I don't know.

I was too busy writing editorial.

No time to fall in love.

So, what are you saying?

That I don't work as hard as you do?

What?

How did I find the time?

To fall in love?

Are you in love?

I'm not in love.

I was just talking.

It's all a big joke.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I was 21 years old when you were born.

I don't care about that.

That doesn't matter.

Do you love me?

I beg your pardon, Emilio, but that's the only point.

All this work, it's important to me.

Let me tell you what I really think, Emilio.

I think it's a crutch.

No, it isn't.

Oh, yes.

I think the things you're doing here are so brave that you can't see what a

coward you've become.

You hide in your newspaper like a clever idea.

But you're hiding all the same from life.

If I thought it would do any good to go back to Ciudad Cantera with a gun, I

would do it.

I'm not talking about that, Emilio.

I'm talking about thinking with your heart instead of your mind.

What terrible thing is going to happen to you if you let me love you?

Are you going to fall to pieces?

Forget about the cause?

Turn the world over to the maniacs?

If your commitment is so weak that there's no room in it for love, too,

maybe you'd better re -examine your commitments.

Well, it's small, but it's awfully well designed for its purpose.

This is published in Chicago.

Mm -hmm.

Excuse me, Lewis.

Oh, come in, Art.

You know Ben McIntyre.

Arthur, how are you, Ben? Well, I spent quite a days, I think. Ben was just

trying to get in touch with us when Tom called.

In reference to Marvin Smith?

Well, more or less. We didn't have a name, but it did concern mafia activity

Ciudad Quintero. Smith's passport is forged, by the way. The State Department

has no record of it.

Arthur, does the name Emilio Cruz mean anything to you?

No. Well, he publishes this Spanish -language newspaper in Chicago.

Cruz got out to see that Quintero about 15 years ago, just 10 minutes ahead of

the secret police.

He's been a considerable torment to him ever since, a rallying point for the

opposition.

The rumor is that the president has finally found a way to shut him up

the mafia.

We've notified the Chicago police, but Cruz has refused protection.

Cruz doesn't think they want to kill him.

Our ambassador down there agrees with him. I spoke to him late this afternoon.

His feeling is that the government wants to force Cruz to recant, to become the

star of a public spectacle.

Well, then the mafia may have sold a service this time instead of a product.

A kidnapping.

Exactly.

Lewis, I'd like you to get out there sometime tomorrow.

Of course.

You wouldn't have an easy time with him, Lewis.

Cruz is a stubborn man, but he's a very important guest in this country. He's a

symbol. But more important, I think, he's proof to people living under

oppression everywhere that the United States cares about their problems and

approves of their leaders.

I simply cannot overemphasize the importance of this case.

Ben, you understand, don't you, that there is no faith yet.

No federal crime has been committed. We have no jurisdiction here.

All we can do is keep our eyes open and wait.

Well it does make it a little more difficult, doesn't it?

A little.

That was a swinging catch. Thank you.

Go on out. I'll throw you one.

Cut!

What were you?

Pro? All -American?

All -Chicago.

That was a long time ago.

Morning. Hey.

Yeah. I don't think we're going to have too many more of them, though.

Getting colder. Well, a kid's like that.

You ever bring your own two little boys down here?

Yeah. Once in a while. You know, that little dark -haired boy reminds me a lot

of Juanito.

Gave me quite a start at first.

But I guess he must be home with his mama.

Excuse me, but do we know each other?

Well, you don't know me, Mr. Arleto.

But I sure know you.

I know where you live. I know where your wife's shop.

I know where little Juanito goes to school.

I know all your friends.

And I know you drive Emilio Cruz to work every morning and pick him up every

afternoon.

Okay, man.

What's your pitch? Who are you?

You're, uh... You're picking him up again today, aren't you, Mr. Arleto?

Come on, what's this all about? Instead of driving him home, I want you to turn

right on Prairie. Stop at that parking lot. You know the one I mean?

Roy!

Mr. Orledo, two of my friends are at your house right now with your wife and

little boys.

Now, if you cause me any trouble, they'll kill all three of them.

Mr. Arby.

Amen.

Now, don't you think you ought to at least call home and check?

Elisiana. Hello.

Elisiana. Is there someone there now?

Yes, two men.

Who are they, Jose?

What do they want?

Nothing. Don't worry about it. It's business.

They'll be leaving in a minute.

Tell them to leave her alone.

Do you know which parking lot I mean?

Fine.

Right outside.

No, no, down in the street.

Everything's going to be all right.

Half a million?

You would have to know the president personally to realize how funny that is.

He is the stingiest man in the world.

I suppose I should be flattered.

That may only be the down payment, Mr. Cruz.

I am flattered.

But not frightened.

Inspector, I want to thank you very much for your kindness and your concern.

I really do.

If I were a citizen of this country, I probably would ask for police

But I'm only a guest here.

And I have an old -fashioned contempt for any guest that cannot take care of

himself.

I will manage.

I always have.

The situation may be a little different today, sir.

Uh, the police.

Did they tell you that I have a permit to carry a gun?

Mr. Cruz, if our cousin Ulster has decided to pick you up, one gun isn't

to worry them much.

But a detail of armed bodyguards would?

For how long?

A day?

Three months?

Fifteen years?

inclusive. Let's be realistic.

Who's going to run out of patients first?

The syndicate or the taxpayers?

Well, in the final analysis, the decision has to be yours.

All we can do is ask you to be careful, at least until we've located the

specialist who made the deal.

Oh, Inspector, just a moment, please.

I know how exasperating this must seem to you.

How arbitrary.

But it isn't arbitrary.

And it's not bravado.

It's practical politics.

Have you ever been in my country?

No, I haven't.

Well, one of the greatest sights there is the presidential palace.

From the outside.

No tourist has ever gotten in.

It's guarded day and night with troops.

And when His Excellency drives into town, the streets are lined shoulder to

shoulder with more troops.

For many years, I have criticized this, ridiculed it, made fun of it.

So, you see, my point might be a little dull if I had to start making it under

guard.

Do you always work alone here, Mr. Cruz?

No, my printers and copy boy are in the back.

My political cartoonist is usually at the drawing table there.

She has taken the day off.

She's not involved in the cause as much as I am.

And sometimes we, uh... Well, it doesn't matter.

What time do you usually go home?

Four o 'clock.

My closest colleague drives me home.

His name is Jose Orledo.

Well, good luck, Miss Cruz.

I don't need luck, Inspector.

I have friends.

Joe. Yes, what?

It's almost four.

All right, all right. I'm going.

Where's Juanito?

I told you not to let him go outside.

He's not outside.

He's in his room.

Jose, what is the matter?

Nothing.

Two men came up here. Will you stop driving me crazy about that, please?

It was a mistake.

They were looking for another Joe Aledo.

Yes.

Who is it?

Antonia.

Antonia, how are you? So good to see you.

What are you doing here?

Tonya, what's wrong?

Well, what's wrong here?

You're not supposed to be home.

He's just going.

The point is, where are you going?

And what's the suitcase for?

Well, I didn't think you'd be here.

I didn't want you to see it.

I know you're going to tell me.

Tell who what?

Jose, please, will you stop yelling at everybody?

Come on, Tonya, sit down.

It just isn't going to work, Feliz.

Why do I care about cartoons and revolutions and all that?

I care about him.

And he doesn't know whether I'm dead or alive.

So I'm going to leave Chicago.

No, no, no. Listen, Tonya. Yes, I am.

But you can't desert him. Not now.

Quit it, Felice.

She knows what she's doing.

It's all over anyway.

What's over?

The fight.

It's gone on too long.

They've bought up too many big guns. We can't win.

Let her get out while there's still time.

Oh, excuse me, Tony. My baby.

Well, vaya con Dios, Tony.

You write to police when you get settled, huh?

Yeah.

Where will you go?

New York.

The flights I wanted were all full until tomorrow morning.

I'd given up my apartment, so I've taken a room down at the Lennox.

I'll be there if anything.

Nothing's going to change, is it?

No.

Mario, el corazon.

Tony, buenacerte.

Hello, Jose.

Hey, you're a little late.

Yeah? Well, if I am, it's the first time in ten years.

Oh, I didn't mean to complain, Jose.

Maybe it sounded that way. I'm sorry.

Emilio, listen.

I told you, I'm sorry. It's my fault.

Forget it. They, uh... How's the family?

The wife?

The kids? How are the kids, huh?

They're fine, Emilio.

Couldn't be better.

You know, Jose, I really envy you.

That family of yours.

Wonderful.

Well, sometimes I envy you your independence.

My cowardice, she would call it.

Who?

Antonia.

I love that girl.

She doesn't believe it, but I really do.

How much?

What do you mean?

Just an academic question.

I was wondering, Emilio, in a showdown, which one you'd sacrifice,

the woman or the cause?

This isn't the way to his apartment.

No.

Where are we going?

I have to get some gas.

We're nearly out.

Jose. Just keep quiet, Emilio. Don't talk to me.

What's the matter with you?

What's going on around here?

FBI, drop the gun.

Jose, why?

He was at the park this morning.

I saw him playing football with a kid they call Junior.

He came over to the carousel.

He said... He said he'd kill my sons and my wife if...

Where did he live?

141 East Hale.

Notify the Chicago police.

He wasn't my friend.

My best friend.

You the guy who wanted to talk to me?

Yes. Is your name Junior?

No.

No? But your little friend said that's a... They call me Junior.

My name is Gilbert Donahue.

Well, Mr. Donahue, I'm with the FBI.

I'd like to talk to you for a moment.

Yeah?

I understand that an older fellow joined your football practice for a moment

this morning. You remember that?

Sure.

You wouldn't happen to know what his name is, would you?

No. Why?

Have you ever seen him before?

No.

Would you describe him for me?

Well, he was in pretty good shape for his age.

Older fellow, was he?

Well, he was over 30.

Over 30.

And he was about 5 '11", 180 pounds, little gray right in here.

Do you remember anything else about him?

Did he have an accent, a scar, something like that?

No. He had a great arm, though.

Tremendous arm.

His cat knew his way around a football field, believe me.

Could he have been a professional?

I asked him that.

He said he wasn't, though. Told me he was all Chicago.

High school?

I guess so.

Mr. Donahue, would you come down to the office with me? I'd like you to look at

some pictures.

Maybe we can find our football player.

Sure. You mean now?

Yes.

Let me tell that chick over there I'm helping the FBI out. It'll capsize her,

okay? Sure.

Do you have a chance to talk to him again?

No, the doctor said he'd probably be unconscious until morning.

I told Cruz he could go home, but he wanted to stay.

I'm glad to see he's finally asked for some police protection.

Yeah, he wanted them to keep an eye on the girl who works in his office, too.

Miss Antonia Marin.

Apparently, though, she's already packed up and left her apartment.

Well, Little's wife says she's on her way to New York.

I think that shook up Cruz as much as the shooting.

I suppose they told you that Feliciana has confirmed the whole nightmare.

Yes, sir.

She's at the police station now, looking at photographs.

Mr. Cruz, have you ever seen this man before?

No, I don't think so.

You see the one that threatened Jose?

A boy in the park has identified him as the man who was playing football with

him this morning.

His name is Richard Schaefer.

He was an All -City quarterback at Lanier High School in 1951.

He's also been a member of the Chicago Mafia family since 1960 and interviewed

on several occasions for gangland murder.

Hmm.

Where is he now?

We're working on that, Mr. Cruz.

Well, thank God Antonio at least is out of Chicago.

Some faithful boyfriend you've got.

Doesn't he ever go home?

What time does he usually open the office?

Eight o 'clock, usually.

Seven -thirty. Let's give that a try.

Operator. Hello.

Could I please have 263 -1598?

Was that 98?

Yes, thank you.

That's my phone.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Cruz.

Yes, this is Emilio Cruz.

Hold on for a second, will you please?

There's somebody here I'd like you to talk to.

And then I'd like you to meet the two of us and another fellow down at 90th and

Division. Can you do that?

What?

Why?

So I won't have to shoot this pretty thing.

Here she is.

Who is it?

Don't come, Emilio.

He'll just kill us both.

I'm all right.

All clear, Mr. Cruz.

Good. We'll have men watching both doors, front and side. Bye. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Antonio.

I thought you were in New York.

No, no, no. She's right here, Mr. Cruz.

Now, do you think you can meet us?

Because if you can, I'll let her go.

All right.

Say, uh, saying about... Ten minutes.

Yeah.

I'll be there.

You've been charged with assaulting federal officers.

Now, Jose, you don't have to tell me anything.

You may even want a lawyer.

But you'd be helping Mr. Cruz a great deal by cooperating with us.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Ask me whatever you want.

You know most of it anyway.

I don't care as long as my wife and sons are safe.

Is this the man who talked to you in the park?

That's him.

Hello? What

happened? The

police dropped him at the paper.

He got a telephone call.

A couple of minutes later, they looked back in. He'd gone.

Apparently, he climbed up the roof and crossed over to another building.

Where's the Olega family now?

In a downtown underground. They're safe.

Is there anyone else in Chicago that Mr. Cruz is particularly close to?

No one except Antonia.

Miss Marine, yes. We're trying to locate her now.

Well, she's probably still at the airport or the hotel.

Your wife told us she left last night. Oh, no.

No, all the flights she wanted were filled until today.

So she checked into the Lenox.

Thank you.

Call the manager.

Tell her we're on our way. Then notify airport security.

You shouldn't have come.

I told you not to come.

Thank you for coming.

All right, give me your gun, Mr. Cruz.

You

said

you would let her go. I will.

In a few minutes.

Now watch your speed.

I'm getting picked up now.

CG -20.

CG -20, go ahead.

Lennox manager reports subject left the hotel approximately 15 minutes ago in

the company of two men. Neither of them answering the description of Cruz.

Headed for the airport.

No, sir.

Subject's car proceeded south on Division toward the Indiana Expressway.

Do we have a description?

Maroon four -door with Indiana license plates.

Well, contact Chicago Traffic Control.

I'd like to get in touch with a helicopter if there's one in the

Yes, sir.

Get over to the expressway.

CG -20.

Go ahead.

Chicago chopper H -4 is over the expressway now.

Stand by.

Thank you.

H -4 to CG -20.

H -4, we're looking for a 68 maroon four -door sedan, Indiana plates, three or

more passengers.

If it's on the expressway, it's probably beyond the 90th Street ramp traveling

east. Will you check for us?

Roger.

H -4 to CG -20, we've got him.

Near which ramp?

Lake Road, just over the Indiana line.

Will you overfly, please? We don't want subject to know he's been spotted.

Roger.

CG -20 to dispatcher.

Go ahead, 20.

We're on the expressway near the 204th Street ramp.

Please inform Whiting, East Chicago, and Hammond units its subject is now in

Indiana. Place lookouts on all off -ramps, Path, Lake, Road. Twenty clear.

It's the next off -ramp.

Go ahead, Five.

I have subject in view on County Road 563.

Any instructions?

Just a minute.

Stay well back.

We'll cut into you on County Road 500.

And thank you.

Roger.

Whiting 5 to PG -20.

Go ahead, 20.

They've entered private property. It looks like an airstrip. Unable to

Proceeding toward you.

Right. Notify all units of our location and follow us in.

Roger.

Goodbye, Antonio.

No, no, no. Both of you! Both of you!

Both?

Why? I can't leave her behind, man. Think it through, Cruz.

Now move!

No.

No?

I'll kill her right here, Cruz. It doesn't matter to me.

You have to shoot through me.

What about your contract?

I'll call an ambulance.

Don't cry.

It doesn't hurt.

It hurts me.

When I asked you to think with your heart instead of your mind, I didn't

all the time.

Why would you do such a crazy thing?

I'm tired of hiding.

Hey, will you marry me?

Yes.

You heard her.

I have a witness.

Take care of her, though.

No

más

gracias, Emilio.

Well, it's quite a party. Yes.

The only two people I miss, Jose and his wife.

I didn't see her at the church either.

She's in New York.

I got a card from her yesterday.

I had told her that all was forgotten as far as I was concerned.

That we could go on working together the same as always.

But she said, no, it wasn't the same.

It could never be.

Well, maybe she's right.

To the end of oppression.

And to life.

Salud.

Salud.

Richard Schaefer was convicted of kidnapping and is serving a life

federal penitentiary.

Jose Orledo was tried and convicted of assaulting federal officers.