Original subtitles

We asked you not to make trouble, Mr. Clay.

After all, people retire here to get away from trouble.

Then we asked you to move, remember?

And we told you what would happen to you if you didn't.

What, you think we're kidding?

Huh?

I'll say this for you, David. You're a man who makes his presence known.

Wendell, to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the

heavens. A time to pussyfoot and a time to make noise.

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

You know what we should have brought? Records.

What we should have done is called him.

Suppose the poor man's asleep.

Then we'll wake the poor man up. No, he's supposed to sleep on his birthday.

Besides, I want this whole place to know we're getting married.

I see Clay.

After all, he was the one who introduced us, wasn't he? No, Wendell introduced

us. Wendell?

Is that a fact?

I was a fool.

I should have kept her for myself.

Well, it's all the same. Clay would have introduced us to her later.

Maybe.

Where'd he come from?

From the back.

Hey, call an ambulance.

How's all your sweat? Did you see his skull?

Your heart all right, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

You got your nitroglycerin tablets?

Yes, right here.

They're coming, isn't it? No, honey.

Stay away.

He's dead.

What's that man in the front?

Well, he was young, wasn't he?

Young.

Dark.

That's not much, but the police want anything they can get. Dave, you're not

going to the police.

Now, Faye. You can't go.

Honey, he's been murdered.

All right, listen to me. Will you please give yourself 24 hours?

What are you talking about, 24 hours?

We can't.

Please, David.

If you still want to call her tomorrow, all right.

Fine.

But don't make a mistake like this that we'll regret the rest of our lives.

Look, Faye. What?

Trust me.

I'll explain it to you later.

Come on.

He's dead.

You can't help him now.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

James Daly, Kevin McCarthy,

Kent Smith, and special guest star Gene Tierney.

Tonight's episode...

Conspiracy of Phyla.

The playing of retired law professor Russell Clay was to mark the reopening

vicious mafia vendetta that had lain dormant for 20 years.

On the day of his death, Clay had sent a letter to the agent in charge of the

Tucson FBI office, Ellis Harmon, stating his belief that La Cosa Nostra

chieftain Leonard King was gaining a toehold in Paradise Regained.

To fully investigate the serious implications of Clay's murder, Harmon

requested assistance from Washington.

He was the man who convinced me to go into the Bureau, the dean of my law

school.

He used to say to me, Lewis, Stay involved.

Job doesn't stop at 6 o 'clock.

I never met a man I learned more from, or a man I was fond of.

Well?

Oh, I talked to the switchboard girl at the ambulance service.

She said the voice on the phone that night definitely belonged to a woman.

You interviewed the neighbors?

They were all asleep or away.

No one heard a thing.

Of course, he was in a new section.

The houses on either side are vacant.

I've also asked Mr. Rowland to come to the office for an interview. He's a

managing director at Paradise Regalia.

He may be there by now.

Mr. Rowland?

Inspector Erskine.

Mr. Rowland? Mr.

Dratt. Mr. Rowland?

I'm sorry we kept you waiting. Oh, that's all right. I just walked in a

ago myself.

I can usually make it to L .A. from Paradise Regained in about an hour, but

traffic... Well,

what can I do for you, Mr. Erskine?

Mr. Rowland, you're the managing director of Paradise Regained? Yes, I

Well, in conversation with Mr. Durand, Mr. Clay mentioned that you'd spoken

together about La Cota Nostra's infiltration into the community. Is that

Well, spoken. I don't know what you mean by that.

Did you tell him that Leonard King was lending large sums of money to Reese

Enterprises?

No, I didn't. I said that our private bank in the village was lending him

The bank is owned by Jim Evans, isn't it, Mr. Rowland?

Weren't you aware that Evans works for Leonard King?

Mr. Durant, I don't know anything at all about Leonard King.

I work for Norman Reese.

Where Mr.

Reese chooses to get his money is his own business.

The impression on Wall Street seems to be that Reese has overextended himself.

Seems a little odd that Evans would be so willing to lend him money, don't you

think? No, not at all. Not if the grapevine's right.

What does the grapevine say?

Well, I guess it's no secret.

Mr. Reese is betting everything he has on the waterworks bill.

You know, without that artificial lake that he built at Paradise Regained, the

whole development would blow away.

But that's all this part of the country needs anyway.

It's cheap water and lots of it.

If new proposal would provide it.

If that referendum passes, land values around here will skyrocket.

And if it doesn't?

We'll take a beating, I guess, but I don't think it'll be fatal.

You're just taking a partner like Leonard King?

I wouldn't know about that. That's not my concern.

According to Clay, you were very concerned about it at one time.

No, he was. I was just trying to be a good listener.

Look, I don't even know if there is a mafia, but if there is, that's the FBI's

concern, not mine.

Isn't it?

All right, Mr. Rowland, thank you very much.

Look, Mr. Erskine, I hope you understand I'm perfectly willing to cooperate in

any way I can.

You're short of personal involvement, you mean?

Well, yes.

Who does the hiring at your office?

I do.

Would you be willing to take on one of our agents as an accountant?

Certainly, but... Fine. Mr. Colby will be by sometime tomorrow, then. Thank you

again.

It's like only a paradise regained.

Like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand.

Where's Evans?

King's got a place outside of San Francisco.

Evans flew up there this morning.

All right, James, what else?

That's all.

Who handled that?

A kid named Harris. I brought over from Denver.

10 ,000 acres of desert to bury the man in. They leave him in a pool.

Well, next time, Lynn, I'll hire a fortune teller to warn us about friends

dropping over.

Jim, don't get smart with me. I'm not in the mood, you know?

Harris got their license number. He's running it down now.

When you find them, make sure they won't hurt us.

But be careful.

Because if you drop the ball one more time, if you put one more crimp in this

operation, Jim, you'll regret it till the day you die.

Clear enough?

Yes.

Now, how did Reese react to the killing?

He was shocked.

I talked to him just before I left.

He also wants $100 ,000.

Promise it.

Tell him he can't deliver till next week.

The referendum's dead.

He'll announce it Monday.

So you bought yourself a retirement village.

That's the first shake of the tree, James.

After that comes the Reese Hotel, the Reese Shopping Center.

What's the matter?

Nothing. And Mo's still out of joint because I went after Reese Enterprises

instead of the ones you recommended?

Well, you know, there's a story going around about that, Len. I don't say

there's anything to it, but... You've got to tell me anyway, aren't you,

Just for my own good.

Well, they say that you're not after Reese Enterprises, but after Norm Reese

himself.

A personal vendetta, and they even say that the High Commissioner's asked you

pull out. Too little profit for all the work.

You got a real ear for rumors.

Those are really very funny.

So is the reason they give for the vendetta.

They say Leonard King spent one night in jail in his life, 12 hours in a drunk

tank, after being beat up in a barroom fight by Norm Reese.

And they say that King has not forgotten his humiliation in 20 years, the blood

the girl he was with.

Laughing every time Reese clobbered him. The smell of the tank.

Naturally, I take all this with a grain of salt.

Naturally.

I mean, if... Incidentally, tell your boy Harris I want his witnesses wrapped

before the official takeover.

And bury him in the desert this time.

Gin.

You're kidding.

18, 32, 50.

That's it.

Three blitzes in a row.

You're getting worse.

I hate a triumphant winner, can't you? Be a little humble.

You ready, Faye?

You two go on ahead, Wendell.

Coffee's almost ready.

Okay.

Deal them out.

I've had enough, Wendy. Mind?

Okay. Everything all right in here?

No, nothing's right.

Dave. No.

What are we playing this crazy game for?

Russ Clay was our friend. We saw the man who murdered him.

We saw a man. Well, at least we should tell the police that much.

I'm sick of secrets.

And what about Wendell? Now we've got him breaking the law.

There's no reason why we should go to the police.

We were witnesses. It's our obligation to tell the police what we saw.

Did she ever explain this thing to you, Wendell?

David, I'm from Maine.

Down east, we don't ask a friend too many questions. We figure if he has

something he wants us to know, he'll get around to it sooner or later.

When I was 19... David.

I killed a man.

I'd just gotten my Siemens papers. I shipped out from San Francisco through

canal on the old Murray Lassiter.

Cook, named Denison, was on my back from the start.

When we hit Charleston, I went ashore.

He followed me.

I guess he figured I had money.

He jumped me on the dock with a knife.

I turned the knife back on him.

Stabbed him in the stomach.

I didn't go to the police that time either. I jumped ship.

There's still a warrant out on me for murder.

My name is different, but...

My prints are the same.

I see.

Well?

Operator?

Get me the sheriff's office, please.

David, I love you so much that I'll wait through the trial and your sentencing

if it comes to that.

But I don't think it's fair.

You can't help Russ.

You can't tell the police anything definite.

You're wasting everything on a gesture.

That doesn't seem fair at all to me.

Well, Inspector Erskine, you're very prompt. I'm Norman Reese.

Mr. Reese, it's kind of you to see me on such short notice. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

No, thanks.

Well, now, what can I do for the FBI?

Mr. Reese, are you acquainted with a man named Leonard King?

The gangster?

I met him 20 years ago.

You haven't seen him since?

No, I haven't. Why?

That he isn't a partner of yours, silent or otherwise.

Are we thinking about the same Leonard King, Inspector?

Because the little toad I have in mind, I wouldn't trust to shine my shoes.

It's the same Leonard King.

No, he's not a partner, silent or otherwise.

Did you know Russell Clay?

Yes, certainly.

That was a terrible thing.

I understand he was a friend of yours.

Yes, he was.

What happened? An attempted robbery?

We're not sure.

But there are some indications that La Cosa Nostra may have been behind it. La

Cosa Nostra?

That's ridiculous.

Why? Well, Paradise Regained is hardly the kind of operation to attract Lacoste

and Ostra.

We believe they're already there.

In fact, you've been dealing with them for the last six months.

Are you out of your mind?

Did you borrow money from the village bank?

Well, I may have. I don't see that that's any business of yours.

The president is a man named Evans?

Yes. He's a member.

He takes his orders from the little toad.

I don't believe one word of that.

Mr. Reith,

La Cosa Nostra is a cancer in this country.

Pretending it isn't there won't make it go away.

It must be cut out every time it's found.

But the Bureau can't do it alone.

We need the help of every private citizen.

When's your next meeting with Evans?

All right.

If you should change your mind.

You can reach me at the Los Angeles office.

Not enough for you, Norman?

Oh, it's fine.

Well, if I'd known I was going to depress you, so I wouldn't have granted

the new loan.

The day loans depress me, Jimmy, I'll get out of the business.

And what is it?

It's nothing.

Oh, come on.

You can tell your friendly neighborhood banker.

All right.

Rumors. Rumors? About what?

World War III?

I hear you're involved with Leonard King.

Who's Leonard King?

The head of the Cosa Nostra out here.

Well,

I didn't mean to break you up with it.

You know, I told you the new loan was okay.

But you'd have to wait till next week for the cash.

Yeah.

It was to give my board time to investigate rumors we'd been hearing.

You mean that I'm involved?

That the Cosa Nostra's behind you.

Now, come on, Jimmy. You know better than that.

Okay, all right. I apologize.

Let's forget... Let's forget the whole thing.

No. None of these faces look familiar.

Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Dreiser.

O 'Brien, the agent who met me at the airport said you wanted to see me right

away. Yes, we found the bakery that provided Clay's cake.

This was the woman who made the sale.

She's almost positive that Clay himself was not the buyer.

There were three people, two men and a woman.

According to our conversation, they all came from paradise regained.

Mrs. Dreiser?

I'd like you to meet Inspector Erskine.

How do you do, Inspector?

How are you, Mr. Driver?

Please, Mr. Driver, go ahead.

No, nothing.

I'm sorry.

Did any of these people call each other by name?

No.

The smaller of the two men kept calling the woman Darling and...

Honey, they were very happy. I think they were going to be married. They kept

asking about a wedding cake.

Now, wait.

They did call the other man by name. What was it?

Wally?

Wendell.

Wendell. Do you remember anything else about him?

Well, he had an accent.

Eastern. New York?

Flatter in that.

New England?

Yes.

All right, Miss Dreiser. I think that'll do it for now.

Thanks very much.

For what?

Just being a citizen?

Just being a citizen.

Ryan, what's the population of Paradise regained?

About 30 ,000.

We'll check every source available for his identity.

Put every man available on it.

Oh, uh, Mr. Price?

Yes?

Sir, I'm with the, uh, security office here at Paradise Regained. I wonder if I

could talk with you for a moment.

Well, uh, what about?

Uh, are you alone, sir?

Yes. Well, it's in connection with the clay murder, Mr. Price.

Actually, we'd like you to come down to the regional office if you have time.

You mean, uh, right now?

Well, yes, sir. We'd just like to ask you a couple of questions.

I have my car right out here.

Won't take long.

Well... Yes, all right. Good.

Wait a minute, I... I forgot my cigarettes. Oh, it's okay.

Yes.

That's the man they called Wendell.

Thank you, Mrs. Dyson.

Ma 'am?

All right.

Hold on just a moment.

I see by the coroner's report that there are some sort of stains on his fingers.

Yes, apparently ink of some kind.

Did he have a pen in his pocket when he was brought in? No, he didn't. Or a

handkerchief? Yes, he had a handkerchief.

Freshly laundered, ironed.

None of these stains on it?

No, sir.

All right, thank you very much.

Brian.

When you went through Price's apartment, were there any signs of a struggle?

Any overturned ink bottles or stains?

On the contrary. Everything was quite neat.

He seems to have been a very meticulous man.

Why? What's on your mind?

I don't know. Nothing, really.

Except the nagging picture of a meticulous man with ink stains on his

Let's go back there.

Okay. Where's your hat?

You got a hat?

Dave, I can't go barging in on your niece like some relative.

Oh, it's all arranged.

You know Laverne. She'll treat you like one of the family.

Honestly, I just can't believe this.

What's happening?

Here. Are you going to stay with Laverne, too? No, I'll drive you into L

get you settled. I've got some things to wind up here.

I'll be with you in a couple of days.

Dave, you're in the same danger I am.

Neither one of us is in danger. We don't know that Cass's murderer was after

Wendell.

Well, then, what's all this? Here's what you hurried in.

I want to stay with you.

Faye.

Oh, honey, please stop fighting me on this.

There's probably no danger, but if there is, I want you out of it.

Go stay with Laverne. Be a good girl.

I'll be with you in a couple of days, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Yes, I know that the uncovered typewriter too.

Looks as though he may have been interrupted right here at the desk,

Yeah.

Here's the reason for the smudge on his finger.

Changed the ribbon.

New one's almost unused.

Something's been written on it, though.

What? A check, a note, a letter?

And send us back to the lab, see what they can come up with.

Well, your boy Harris is getting better, isn't he, James?

He didn't bury his man in the desert, but at least he chased him there.

That's close.

All right, Len.

There is one little thing that puzzles me, though.

If he has the woman's address, how come he hasn't hit her yet?

I told him not to.

You don't have to wait till he finds the other man, hit her, Jim.

No.

If I do, and this thing explodes, and it will, you know who's going to be

blamed, don't you? Me.

And you know what you're going to say? You're going to say, sure, I told him to

make a hit, but I didn't tell him to turn it into a St.

Valentine's Day massacre.

But that's exactly what you're telling me to do.

This thing's gotten out of control.

Time to call a halt.

Ah.

Think about it.

Look, Jim, don't worry. If it bothers you, fine.

You can bow out.

I don't want you to do anything that'll make you uncomfortable.

I don't want to twist your arm.

But you'll go ahead with it anyway.

Probably, yeah.

I tell you what you do.

You've been hitting the ball pretty hard lately. Why don't you take a little

vacation?

No, I'll handle it. No, I'm serious.

You and Charlotte could go to Bermuda.

I said I'll handle it. You want an affidavit?

Suit yourself, Jimmy.

I'll call you.

Oh, Jim.

You might as well start streamlining Reese's operation, too.

Now that the waterworks bill is dead, I'll send somebody over to the village

tomorrow to take the managing director's place. What's his name? Roland, but I

don't think Reese will sit still for that. Roland's been with him for...

I'll have Roland out by tomorrow afternoon.

Good.

You're joking, of course.

I'm a banker. I never joke.

Without the referendum, your whole operation is in trouble.

I'll bring in the water myself. Then what, your bank? I can get financing.

Norm.

My bank holds paper on you amounting to half a million dollars, principal and

interest, and most of those notes are short -term and are callable now.

Well, extend them. You know I'm good for it. I don't know any such thing.

I'd say, looking at your Paradise Regained operation, that it's, well,

whole thing has been badly managed.

Badly managed? Roland is the best man in the business, and you know it.

Dump him.

No. It's out of the question.

I'm sorry I can't stay here and argue with you.

Your new partners want Roland out.

You get him out by tomorrow.

What new partners?

You'll meet him.

Is Leonard King in on this?

That's a good guess.

He is. Well, you can forget it.

You won't go along?

No, I won't go along.

Mr. Reese would like some more steam, and would you lock the door?

Now, I'm gonna want you to telephone Roland.

You probably know his number, but if you don't, I have it.

She's gone.

Gone where?

Never didn't know.

She called his wife this morning.

Asked her to kind of keep an eye on the house. Said she'd contact him again in a

couple of weeks.

I haven't got a couple of weeks.

Yeah, I know.

You know, I was thinking maybe she's got an account in your bank.

Maybe she has.

Is this supposed to have some profound significance for me or what?

She's going to need cash or something sooner or later.

Watch out for a check. Maybe you can find out approximately where she is.

You might even find out the city or neighborhood or something.

It's a good thing the dispatcher caught me. I'd have been to San Francisco.

You heard the referendum failed.

Yeah.

Well, Roland's been fired. It was paid off. I told the weed by tonight.

He's already left, as a matter of fact. He looked pretty sick.

Apparently, he reached at the firing himself by phone.

Do you know who they bring in?

The undertaker.

Herb Gossett? Yeah.

Well, well.

It means King won't bother to use the business as a legitimate front. He'll

strip it clean.

Figured, didn't he?

How does all this affect your situation?

Well, they haven't fired me yet.

Hang in there.

If you need me, I'll be with Reese in San Francisco.

Hi, I thought I heard someone at the door. Me, I was getting the newspaper.

Listen, I have to pick up the kids. Would you like to come? Oh.

Come on, get your coat.

Laverne, you're sure I'm not in the way. I mean, everything was so sudden. They

didn't even give you a chance to catch your breath.

Don't be silly.

We love having you here.

Well, I ought to do a little shopping.

How are you fixed for money?

Oh, I'm fine. I cashed a check at the little corner store this morning. They

wanted to know where I was staying.

I put down this address.

Good. Let's get going.

a very forbearing man, Inspector.

The average winner in a game like this would certainly have said I told you so

by now.

Maybe that's because I don't consider it a game.

Well, I don't care anymore.

Russell Clay cared.

They can't be stopped, you know. They can be stopped.

I don't think so.

I've dealt with them now.

So have I.

On Leonard King's level?

Higher than that.

We've jailed high commissioners.

Of course, we don't win every time.

But you can't win it all unless you fight, can you?

And you want what from me?

I told you.

I want your help.

Yes.

It's Washington.

Herkin. Hello, this is Arthur.

Yes, Hardin.

I talked to Tom. He told me you were with Reese. I hate to interrupt you, but

think this information is worth it. Yes.

We have the results on the material you sent us.

The typewriter ribbon had a name, an address, and part of a letter on it.

It reads, Faye Simpson, 3131 Davis Drive, Paradise Regained,

California.

And that's all there is.

You say Tom has this?

Yes.

He indicated he thought the woman may be in some kind of danger.

He and Durant have gone to check out the address.

Good. Well, thanks very much, Art. Good luck.

Talk to you later.

All right, Mr. Erskine, there are a couple of things I can tell you.

When do we start?

What about right now?

to have the Simpson woman's home staked out.

But a neighbor seemed to think she'd be away for several more days at least.

What about the Dave that Price mentioned in the letter?

That's probably Dave Butler.

The neighbor says that Butler and Ms. Simpson are planning to be married.

Does he live at Paradise Regained?

Well, he does right now, but he said he was selling his house when we located

him.

He's with Durant. I thought you'd probably want to talk to him.

He doesn't know where the Simpson woman is?

He claims he doesn't.

I don't know anything about that.

Did you know Wendell Price, Mr. Butler?

Yes.

His letter indicated that you, he, and Miss Simpson were thinking about going

the police.

I don't know anything about a letter. Did you buy a birthday cake for Russell

Clay on the night he was murdered, Mr. Butler?

For, uh... Russell Clay.

We've talked to the woman at the bakery, Mr. Butler. Look, there isn't time for

this kind of nonsense.

These men are killers. You and Miss Simpson are next.

All we're asking for is the chance to save your lives.

Faye is at my niece's right here in LA 225 Ranchero not far by freeway

number five four five four one four four

The latest international and local news brought to you by Marvin Jewelers,

currently celebrating their 25th anniversary in the same location.

If you love her, give her a Marvin diamond.

Marvin's, at the corner of 12th and Jupiter.

Storms today were still lashing Great Britain, from the Scottish border to

Cornwall. No loss of life has been reported, but damage from flooding has

estimated in the millions of dollars.

And the end...

Tomorrow's forecast for the battered English countryside, more gale force

and rain.

I'm going back to the house.

Miss Simpson?

My name's Erskine, FBI.

What's happening?

It's all right now. We've taken the man in custody.

Thank heavens.

It was a bit close, wasn't it?

Of course, my real crime was in running away.

I knew that.

Oh, well, it's all over now.

Mr. Erskine, what about our homes here? I mean, if Mr. Reese is bankrupt... He's

negotiating with the New York firm to cover his loan.

He'll pull out of it. All he needs is time.

For to everything there is a season and a time and to every purpose under the

heaven.

It's true, isn't it?

I said that the night we took the cake to Russ's house. You remember?

Yes.

A time to break down and a time to build up.

A time to weep and a time to laugh.

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to keep silence and a time to speak.

Well, thank you both for dropping by.

Thank you.

Troy Harris was sentenced to death for the murder of Russell Clay.

Based on evidence developed by the FBI laboratory, Leonard B. King and James

Evans were found guilty of extortion and are now serving sentences in the

federal penitentiary.

Charges of murder against David Butler were amended to manslaughter.

He was sentenced to five years in prison and released on probation.

Repair and Synchronization by Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0