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Give me the keys.

Don't nobody move! This is a stick -up!

You take one more step and you're dead.

Now you two get into the vault and fill this bag.

Move! Move!

You can move over there. Come on.

All right.

All right, you.

Come on, move over here. Come on.

Come on, man. Come on.

If you don't want to kill, you better not move for five minutes.

Hold it right there.

God is going to drop it.

The FBI.

A Gwen Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Billy Dee Williams, Lola Falana,

Booker Bradshaw.

Tonight's episode, The Sanctuary.

On November 16th, less than an hour after the People's National Bank in

Bakersfield, California was held up and a deputy sheriff killed, the FBI entered

the case.

Inspector Louis Erskine, who was currently in the area, immediately

-the -scene supervision.

With him was Special Agent Tom Colby.

Good to see you. Good to see you. Tom Colby. Larry Stevens, Tom.

Blowout stopped them.

They hot -wired the car when they stole it. Didn't have any keys to get in the

trunk for the spare.

Have you notified the highway patrol?

Right. The roadblocks are already up.

We're concentrating further on south since that's the direction they were

heading. Well, has the Los Angeles police been alerted in case they got

before the roadblocks were up?

Yes, sir.

Give me one of those.

Maybe three, four hours until we get to the Mexican border and home free.

From now on, nothing but champagne.

Come on!

I told you I got nothing to do with no bank job.

I was just bumming a ride when all of a sudden this creep I'm with says jump.

So?

So why did you jump if you hadn't done anything wrong?

Well?

Changed my mind. I want to call an attorney.

All right, let him use the phone.

Mr. Ward's on the phone. Well, you can take the call in there.

Thanks.

There's no doubt, Lewis. The prints on the man you're holding identify him as

John Carl Winslow.

He's got a long arrest record for armed robbery.

And the other man?

The latents weren't very clear. It'll take some time.

Winslow isn't talking, huh?

Hasn't and won't.

Is there anything in his file that suggests who his partner was?

One thing.

His cellmate at San Quentin was paroled two months ago.

His description pretty well fits that of the trigger man.

Does the name Nate Phelps ring a bell?

The ballplayer?

That's right.

From pro football star to this in three years.

I wonder.

His parole officer has been notified. He's checking his last known address.

If he has disappeared, we'll put out a general alert.

I'll see you.

She ain't home.

Hey, man.

What do you know? I was right. You're... I know who I am, boy.

But I want to know who the devil are you.

Wiley. Wiley Brooks.

Mr. Phelps, don't you remember Leonora's kid brother?

Gee, I ain't seen you since you played. You ain't seen me at all.

Read me?

Like that, huh?

Okay, sure.

No sweat, man. I was born blind.

I'll let you in. Leonora ought to be back any time.

What I want to know is, uh, why are you being so helpful and anybody been asking

about me?

Well...

Take it easy, man. You're in good hands.

Here.

Get me some gin.

And a paper.

Keep the rest.

Win it now.

You sure still go first class?

Second floor, apartment B.

Mr. Phelps.

Saw you a few years back playing against the Packers.

Man, you sure could run.

Inspector Erskine?

I'm Special Agent Harry Day. Harry, good to see you. I'm Tom Colby. Welcome to

Los Angeles.

Yeah, thanks.

Identification Division just called, Inspector.

There's other latents you found on that abandoned car. Definitely Nate Phelps'

prints. Hmm.

Well, any further word on his whereabouts?

Nothing beyond the earlier informant reports.

Putting Phelps back in his old neighborhood.

That's probably the logical place he'd go for help.

Where we may not have as much help tracking him down.

We've got friends here, too, Inspector.

I was born in L .A.

Just about three blocks away from where Phelps grew up.

We even used to play together.

Dane.

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Thanks.

Yeah, I'll talk to you soon.

Well, we got an address on Lenore Brooks.

525 and a half Emory Street.

That's Phelps' old girlfriend.

Let's see if she's there now.

When I look who came slumming.

Hello, Lenore.

How'd you get in?

Was it the fire escape or the landlady?

Your kid brother.

Now, if he keeps making mistakes like that, he's gonna need his own place.

Just split, baby.

I only entertain friends.

Oh, I thought we were better than friends.

Now, let me guess.

You're in trouble or you're broke?

Or did some lady walk out on you?

Sure. Better, Nate?

After three years, what did you expect? A birthday cake to celebrate your

return? Now, just get out.

Go on, get out, Nate. I'm through.

Is it all out of your system?

You gotta listen to me, Lenore. I need your help. I need it like I never needed

anything in my life.

Not the police again, Nate.

Not again.

I killed a cop.

I didn't mean to, but... Oh, God.

I want to keep you out of it, and I will.

But I want you to find my cousin Paul for me. He's a smart boy. He's got a lot

of connections.

You'll be able to get me out of the country.

You want money? Okay, I'll pay for it.

Save your money, Nate. This one's on the house.

I'm sorry, Lenore. I had no right.

Don't press, Nate.

I'm gonna do what you want.

Only don't press and don't call me.

I'm not expecting anybody. You can relax till I get back.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Me, Wiley.

Buzz down, Ted. Come on.

Thanks, man.

Come on, you better take off. Tell her no, and she, when she gets back, I'll be

holed up at the Grand Hotel, room 12, yeah?

You looking for somebody?

I'm the manager.

Yes, we are.

Lenore Brooks.

We're with the FBI.

She left a few minutes ago.

Have you seen this man around?

Possibly with her?

No, can't say they have.

We'd like to check her apartment.

Okay.

Nothing.

Thank you.

Let's put it under surveillance.

Who else is close to Phelps in the neighborhood?

Well, there's Paul Larrabee.

He runs with a pretty rough gang down here.

Look him up.

Ellis Devers?

We're from the FBI.

I know where you're from, Captain, and you're out of bounds.

Take it easy, Devers.

All we want to know is where Paul Larrabee is.

You want to rap with me, Captain?

Well, let me clue you in. The next time you come, you leave him home.

Tell us where Larrabee is and maybe we won't have to come back.

Paul Larrabee ain't here, right?

I think he's at the country club playing golf.

Besides, the grapevine says the cat you're looking for is a guy named Nate

Phelps. And he surely ain't here.

Where is he?

Oh, man.

I look at you and I don't believe it.

You don't really expect an answer, do you?

Phelps killed a police officer, Devers.

I'm asking you to help us find him.

All right.

You asked.

Hey. I heard about your trouble, cousin.

Why'd you come back to the old neighborhood?

I figured I wouldn't stand out as much. Besides, I got friends here.

Hey, Dick.

What are the odds of you getting me out of the country?

You mean just across the border?

No, man. They gotta have that covered by now.

I gotta get far away.

No sweat, baby. I got friends who could do anything.

Beautiful.

I'll go see them right away. See what we can set up.

You stay here till I send word.

An hour, maybe less.

Good. Get going.

Where are you going?

I sleep afternoons, Nate.

I gotta be bright and pretty for the club.

Are you crazy? Didn't Wiley tell you about the fuzz coming at the house?

Then I'll sleep someplace else, Nate.

If I get picked up, don't worry. I know how to keep my mouth shut.

It can be like it once was, baby.

I got money.

And once Paul pulls me out from London, we can go anywhere, do anything. You can

come with me.

You're not just using me in case Paul doesn't do what you want him to do?

That's been three long years. Baby, I was all messed up.

Career shot, juicing, no team willing to touch me.

So I ran away, but I'm not a kid no more.

Hang in there with me, baby, and we both can have a new life.

Trust me, Lenore, just this one last time.

And we can have anything we want.

No, nothing definite yet, although we're questioning every flop house and motel

around here.

Maybe his next move is to get out of the country before the heat starts things

melting. He's going to find that tough.

He's got just about every exit blocked.

Well, don't underestimate him. You can buy an awful lot of help with $50 ,000.

Keep me informed.

What do you think?

There's a reference here in Phelps' file to somebody called the broker. Does

that mean anything to you?

He runs about every racket in the neighborhood.

He's smart, fast, never been arrested.

I don't think Phelps could ever go to him.

See, when his football career fell to pieces, he started running numbers for

broker. Phelps got caught and went to prison.

The broker never lifted a finger to help him.

There's no love lost there.

Erskine.

He followed Devers and someone else to a pool hall on Jeffers Street. Was that

someone else called Irby?

Description fit.

I'd ask you to sit down, man, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

You see, Nate, we just had a meeting and... And you decided I was too big a

risk.

Don't jive me, man. I can smell a turndown a mile off.

Wasn't a decision we liked making.

But sometimes there's a thing called expedient. No, then why did you drag me

down? What is it? Some kind of a cute move to jack up the price?

Okay.

Name the figure.

I'm sorry, man.

There is no figure.

Oh, man.

Cool it.

The vote's been taken, and arguing ain't gonna change it.

Ten grand, okay? I mean, that's a lot of... Nothing.

Twice that, and I got the same flash for you, man.

You want to know why you were brought here?

Get out of the area, Phelps.

Because you got 24 hours.

Dig? Cop killers are a luxury this neighborhood can't afford.

And we don't want your heat.

It's just, Nathan, you got nothing to do with our scene.

I mean, you're just not... Relevant?

Relevant?

Man, them dudes are gonna burn me, man, and you tell me I'm not relevant?

Hey, man.

Sorry, man. I didn't see you.

You can't win them all, Captain.

I don't have to, David.

Just the last one.

You know, it's pretty obvious Phelps was here.

Now, somebody tipped him.

That boy who walked out.

We've seen him before.

Outside the girl's house.

He shouldn't be too hard to find.

He had on a St. Mary's jacket.

You think he knows where Phelps is headed?

Well, let's ask him.

The answer's no. No.

Well, you better have another, Nate.

Because people down here are going to get sick of helping you.

Especially after Davis tells them. I'd rather ask the devil for help than ask

the broker.

You can't trust him, Lenore. He'd sell his own mother for a plate of grits.

For less.

Well, just offer him what you offer Davis.

He'll play straight.

Listen, even to him, $10 ,000 is a lot of money, baby.

Besides, what choice you got?

The FBI and Davis.

All right.

If you didn't go home, can you call your brother somewhere?

We can't go out there looking for the broker. He can't.

And if I find him, what does he tell him?

To come here.

That I'm offering big money for a way out of the country.

Hello? Yeah, Eleanor.

Hey, I'm calling all of you, Wally.

Listen, I want you to find a broker and tell him Nate wants to see him.

Understand?

Yeah, yeah.

But where do I look for him? You know the broker. He don't exactly advertise.

He wants to know how to locate him.

Wiley, Nate.

Listen, try the back room at Tony's.

In the shoeshine stand on State Street. Now, if you can't find him, Eddie's bail

bond. But whatever you do, don't waste no time, hear?

You move.

I wouldn't, son.

FBI. We'd like to talk to you.

Hey, what do you know?

Look how far integration done gone.

Okay, you saw me at the pool house. So what?

That some big federal offense?

You guys crack me up.

We believe you tipped Phelps once, maybe twice, Wiley.

That is a federal offense.

Look, man, it's late, and I gotta hit the books.

Where is he, Wiley?

Come on.

You wanna bust me?

Swell, I wanna see you prove something.

Phelps is some kind of hero to you, isn't he?

I remember him, too, at his peak, when he had everything going for him.

Yeah, he was the kind of a man a boy like you could look up to.

But he's changed, Wiley.

He held up a bank, murdered a policeman.

Look, I'm tired, see? So you either take me in or I split.

Do you really want to end up like Nate Phelps?

Climb off my back, hear?

I'm through rapping.

Think it over, Wiley.

He's dangerous.

Your sister may be in a lot more trouble than she knows.

You know what this cigar costs, baby?

A buck.

You know how come I can afford it?

Because I'm a businessman.

Because what I got to sell never came cheap.

Well, ten grand broke right here. Exactly.

Oh, Nate, baby, ten grand just pays the freight, nothing more.

For that, I can buy you seaman's papers and a boat to South America in the

morning, but it don't leave me no profit.

Oh, man, you know I'd like to help you out.

Square things between us, but... Fifteen grand, broker.

Not a nickel more.

Twenty.

Twenty?

Ten now and ten later.

Uh -uh.

It's your neck, man.

For the cash when you deliver. When Lenore and me are on that boat.

You know I ain't got that kind of bread on me, baby. You know I ain't that

trusting.

All right.

You know the River Avenue Stadium garage?

Yeah.

Downstairs, fourth level.

Meet me there at 5 .30 a .m.

Oh, Nate, this gives me a nice, warm feeling.

Sort of like sending an old friend off on a honeymoon.

Later, brother.

I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I knew you'd want this right away. It

came in about 15 minutes ago.

One of our agents picked up some interesting information from an

the docks.

It seems that somebody's offering a lot of money for a set of Siemens papers.

$3 ,000 if you can get them by 5 a .m.

Does that somebody have a name?

No, just a description. Tall, thin, negro, a very sharp dresser.

That sounds like Larry O, one of the broker's boys.

You know, maybe I guessed wrong.

Maybe he did go to the broker.

How can we find him?

Well, it's not that easy, Inspector. The broker moves around a lot.

So it takes some checking.

I'd better put some agents on it right away.

Erskine. Just a minute.

Harry, it's for you.

Thanks. Yeah.

Hold on.

Yeah, thanks, Bob.

Well, that was just about our last shot.

Agent checking on sources over the calendar room.

That's an after -hours club over on Emory Street.

Nothing.

Harry, in the places you checked, had anyone at least seen the broker?

Well, no one would admit it.

I wonder.

He used to own a piece of a garage over near the Coliseum.

I heard he sold out a couple of months ago, but... Well, let's try it.

Is it all set?

The favor's right.

The boats, the Angelina are tier eight.

One bad thing, though, Nate, it's going to cost you the whole

load.

$50 ,000.

That's it right there, isn't it? In the briefcase?

I should have figured it.

Fifty thousand dollars for your life, baby.

I still think you're getting quite a bargain.

Give it to him, Nate. What is the difference?

Go to the broker, you said. Trust him, you said.

Go.

Nate! I gotta get the papers. Nate, listen.

The light's coming.

Well, if it was Phelps, it looks like he got clear.

Get on the radio, Tom. I want every available agent for a house -to -house

search. And notify the police while you're at it.

Got the broker?

He won't be any help.

He's dead.

No good, Nate. You gotta have help. You need a doctor. I gotta have a way out. A

car.

Call Wiley. Phone's over there. He's got no car, Nate. Well, tell him to borrow

one. Steal one. I got no time to argue with you.

It's too hot for him to bring it here. It's too open.

Tell him to bring it to the Coliseum. He's dead.

Don't move.

I said move!

Well, whoever did the shooting doesn't figure to get very far. There's blood on

the staircase and on the exit door.

It was Phelps. He identified him.

Had his girlfriend with him.

This is good.

From here we can see wildly anybody else who comes.

You want a cigarette, baby?

I'm okay.

What time is it?

6 .30.

6 .30.

Four or five years ago.

I'd be lying awake in a hotel room.

We had to get up, get dressed, go to the stadium.

I never could sleep a day of the game.

I was good, Lenore.

I was the best that ever came from around here.

You're bleeding bad, baby.

The only thing that beat me was the bottle.

But I could have licked it.

But it was them big folks and owners and managers.

They passed me around like I was a bag of garbage. It was their fault what

happened to me.

I didn't do nothing.

Stop lying to yourself, mate.

But the devil is wily.

St. Mary's on the jacket.

It could be him. I'll find out.

Notify Inspector Erskine and all units. I'll follow him on foot.

This is Unit 3 to Inspector Erskine and all the units on the special.

Suspect heading north.

10 -4, Unit 3. Continue the surveillance.

Let's see where he leads us.

Unit 1 out.

What's near 5th and Jackson?

Coliseum.

Wiley! Wiley!

Where's the car, man? Where'd you leave the car?

There ain't gonna be one, Nate.

All I come for was my sister.

We're getting out, Lenore.

Getting out?

You know, I thought you were something.

Yeah, big man.

But you turned out to be nothing but a two -bit hustler going nowhere.

Nate, Nate.

That's right.

You gonna shoot me too, Nate?

Big man with a gun.

Nate, leave him alone.

FBI, Phelps. Drop the gun.

First man to move to me and I'll kill her.

Stay away and give me some room.

Let her go, Phelps.

If you really care, let me go, Nate.

I told you to stay away.

Let me try and talk to him, Inspector.

I know him.

Maybe he'll listen to me.

Go ahead.

Nate?

It's Harry Dane.

Let me come over.

Are you deaf, boy?

Stay back, Harry.

Don't be a fool, Nate.

You can't carry her forever.

How far do you think you'll get before you're too weak to drag her along?

You use your head, Nate.

You still got a trial coming.

You play it our way.

At least you'll still have a chance to live.

Now, I'm coming over, Nate.

We'll talk about it.

Is he the man in charge?

He's the man.

May I talk to him?

Hello, Miss Brooks. I'd like to talk to you for a second.

It's about my brother, Wiley.

He only came to stop me from helping Nate anymore. I swear it.

Well, we see you got every chance to explain what happened.

Rough night, Harry?

They're all rough down here, Inspector.

It's getting better.

Nate Phelps was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder.

Lenore Brooks was convicted of harboring a federal fugitive and was sentenced to

a federal reformatory.

Wiley Brooks, a minor, was placed on probation.