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Trouble, miss?

Harley.

Karen. How are you?

What are you doing over this way?

Just visiting.

What's the problem?

You tell me.

You've got a broken distributor cap.

Is that bad?

No, I can fix it, but I need the part.

Let's see, there's an all -night service station near Gilmore. They should have

it. You're a dream.

Let me lock it.

You never told me you knew this area.

I get around.

Nervous? Anything wrong?

What are you doing?

Harley, start the car, turn around, and take me into town.

Now look.

You're a nice guy I met at a dance.

We had a charming evening and we parted friends.

Now let's stay friends.

But I don't want to be just that.

I love you.

Oh, wow.

Now, look, let's discuss it in town, okay?

Well, you can buy me a drink.

No, it would...

Well, just go in there and you'll want to leave. I know it.

Karen. That's why I brought you out here. That's why I set all this up.

Set it up?

I came out here the day after the dance.

I've stayed close to you ever since.

Watched you wherever you went.

You've been following me?

Then tonight, you deliberately...

Hardy, I warn you, don't try anything.

Oh, no.

No, you don't understand. I wouldn't do anything like that.

I really love you, Karen.

I just don't want to lose you, that's all.

Girls never like me very much.

I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong.

I'm not that bad looking. I'm a nice guy.

But nobody ever really wants to get to know what I'm like inside.

But, Holly, you can't do it this way.

You can't force someone.

No, Karen, please.

You stay with me.

I've got a special place where we can go, and we'll be alone.

We can talk and get to know each other.

I have a present for you.

It's fine Remember at the dance you said you like ceramics

Holly, someone's watching us.

Good night, lover boy.

Why did you laugh at me?

What's so funny?

The FBI.

A Gwen Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars

Michael Burns, Nan Martin,

Arthur Franz, and special guest star Brenda Vaccaro.

Tonight's episode, Steve Goat.

Early on the morning of August 10th, The body of Karen Blakely, daughter of a

prominent Connecticut family, was found on the perimeter of a United States Army

missile range.

FBI resident agent Arnold Kaplan, arriving upon the scene, immediately

Assistant Director Arthur Ward in Washington.

Gilmore Sheriff's Office found the girl's car.

Captain Thomas is here with me now.

Where was the car found?

Highway 95, about six miles north of Gilmore. No signs of violence. It

to have stalled.

Circumstances similar to a case here investigated by state police about a

ago. Judith Benson murder.

Captain Thomas here will give you full details on that one.

Miss Benson was found on a road off of Highway 6 -4 close to Gilmore Strangled.

She was about the same age as Karen Blakely.

Same social status.

We discovered her car a few miles away in the same condition.

Distributor eaten through by acid.

Does it look like the same M .O. in both cases, Captain?

I'd say yes, except for one significant fact.

The man was convicted of that murder.

Been in Connecticut State Penitentiary for the last eight months, serving a

lifetime sentence.

Mary said you were in the kitchen looking for an apple.

I found one.

Flip you for half.

Oh, no. You always win.

What's the matter, darling?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

You seem so distant, tense.

What is it?

Nothing. I just told you there's nothing wrong.

Well, I think there is.

Well, I've got a monster over here that's giving me some problems.

Where'd you find this one?

From a collector up in Norwich.

I think he gave up on it.

It's a 1914 Model T.

Only about four or five of them in the whole state.

But I think I'm going to take off that stock head and put on a front neck with

16 valves.

It seems to...

Sorry. I keep forgetting this isn't your bag.

No, yours, Harley.

Not really.

Something has really changed about you.

You don't talk to me anymore. You don't even look at me.

I've been worried, darling.

And that's why I think we ought to have a little talk.

Let's not. All right?

Just let me work on the car.

Well, you can't spend your whole life playing the card. I'm not playing.

Can't you see?

Can't you understand that?

This is what I like doing.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it later.

Secretive in here with the gates closed.

You two up to something?

Well, hi.

I'm sorry I'm late. The brief took longer than I expected.

Hello, darling.

Well, I just kept my prayers.

We're going down to the club, Harley.

Want to come along?

just as well.

I thought I'd take my chances with another proposal.

Good luck.

Let's see, what'll that make it?

Four times this month?

Yeah.

Yeah. Par for the course, huh?

You know, I think if I were you, I'd try another course.

Switching tires, huh?

Looks like you've got a lot of good rubber left on these.

Yeah, I just thought I'd try a new set.

Harley,

do you suppose there's a chance that you and I might become friends?

We are friends, Carl.

No.

Not exactly.

Not the way we could be.

You see, Harley, I'm not trying to take your mother away from you or trying to

replace your father.

Besides, your mother shouldn't be alone for the rest of her life.

She's not alone she has me

Charles? My name is Erskine. I'm with the FBI.

Well, if you've got a warrant or something, Mr. Erskine, why don't you

down and take a chair? I'm going to be busy for about 99 years.

Well, that's just what I came here to talk to you about.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm just not much in the mood for company. You see, these

doctors came up here last week looking for a cure for Hodgkin's disease.

And I put up as a guinea pig, so I'm really not much in the mood for company.

Well, it's commendable of you to help.

I'm not trying to help.

I'm trying to die.

What are you doing poking this case for anyway?

It had nothing to do with the FBI.

We're investigating a case that's very similar to yours.

You mean another girl got killed?

Mm -hmm.

Well, I'm sorry.

But maybe it wouldn't have happened if they'd spent a little more time trying

find the real killer instead of trying to railroad me.

I've been studying the transcript of your case, and there are a couple of

I'd like to talk to you about.

Like what?

How did you meet Judith Benson in the first place?

I drifted into Gilmore about.

A year and a half ago, and I got a job at the garage there.

Yeah. Reynolds?

Yeah.

And that's where I met Judy Benson. She came in there to get her car fixed up.

I thought I'd like to go out with her, but I figured she wouldn't have anything

to do with a guy like me, so I worked up this gimmick.

After I fixed her car that night, I drove out to her house, and I pretended

wanted a road tested a few more miles, and I asked her to go with me. It was a

way to break the ice.

We got up to the highway, and then we had that accident.

You claimed that the bloodstains in your clothing were the result of that

accident.

Yeah, a car pulled in front of us, and I hit the brakes, and she knocked her

head on the dash.

Was she badly hurt?

She was bleeding pretty bad, so I went to look for a doctor.

But then the car broke down.

And when I got out, I found out the distributor cap had been eaten away.

So I locked her in the car and I walked to find a phone.

Did you reach anyone?

No. Because I walked about ten minutes and then I got worried about her and I

went back.

But when I got there, she had left.

So I...

Went back to town. When I got there, it was too late to call, and the next

morning, the cops picked me up.

Well, if you were... If you were only gone ten minutes, it doesn't seem likely

she'd have started walking or opened or unlocked the door to a stranger.

No.

You mean you believe my story?

I don't disbelieve it.

Thanks, Giles.

Hey, well, wait a minute.

What happens now?

We'll continue our investigation.

If anything develops in your favor, I'll be back. Sure.

Hey, let me give you a point of logic, Inspector.

Judy wouldn't have opened that door except to somebody she knew.

And the only people she knew were blue bloods.

So even if you and the whole FBI find the killer, you're not going to bring

to trial.

Because there's too much juice in that town. Too many people with connections

the top.

It's going to be a lot easier for you to just let me lay here and rot.

Why don't we see what happens, huh?

As far as we can make out, it would have taken the acid less than 15 minutes to

work its way through the distributor cap.

So figuring the distance between there and where her car broke down, the acid

must have been used on her car while it was in the club parking lot.

Right. We've interviewed the night manager and the employees who were on

the time. Tom can tell you about that.

Yes, sir.

It seems that Karen Blakely arrived alone about 8 .30 and stayed about two

and left alone.

Did anyone bother her during that time?

Not that anyone noticed. She talked with several men, but they all were reported

to be friendly.

And none of them left the club until after the estimated time of her death.

Any witnesses in the parking lot?

No one we could find.

There's no attendant on duty there after 9 o 'clock. We're still trying to

locate and interview all the people who were there that night.

Well,

the identification division wasn't able to come up with anything on the latents

found on Karen Blakely's car.

But we may have a lead from the lab on the plaster impressions made at the

scene.

Will you forward the report?

It's on the way. And keep me informed, Lewis.

Better have some agents check the Armada dealers in the vicinity.

We've talked to all of Karen Blakely's acquaintances.

Everyone she ever dated.

Spent any time with, even talked to.

May I see that report?

Certainly.

Think the killer's in there somewhere?

Maybe Charles can tell us.

Miss? Yes?

Can I have a drink, please?

Oh, sure, sure.

What would you like?

Anything wrong?

No. No, nothing.

I'm sorry. I guess you just look like somebody I know.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing.

Excuse me.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I haven't ordered yet. Oh.

Uh, gin and tonic, please.

Excuse me.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

You saw me in the parking lot the night Karen Blakely was here.

Are you bribing me?

Well, you can call it what you want, but I'm really just trying to protect

myself.

You see, I... I didn't do anything that night.

I was waiting outside for a friend. As a matter of fact, I didn't even see Karen

Blakely.

Okay.

So why are you worried?

Well, you know the police. They'll pin it on anybody.

And if they found out I was here, well...

I just don't want to get in trouble, that's all.

You believe me, don't you?

Yeah, sure.

Well, looking, you don't have anything to worry about.

Because I don't want to get in any trouble either.

I learned a long time ago not to get mixed up in things.

Look, Inspector, doesn't the fact that I was here when the second murder was

committed mean I'm innocent? I mean, you proved the same guy committed both

murders. No, we haven't proved it.

But I mean, the same gimmick was used in both cases, the acid on the distributor

cap.

Use of acid in the Julie Benson case was written up in all the papers.

Anybody could have read that and done the same thing this time.

Charles.

This is a list of everyone even remotely acquainted with Karen Blakely.

You recognize any of them? Well, I just met her that afternoon. I mean, I'm sure

I don't know anybody in that crowd.

Harley Garnett.

You know him?

Yeah, he used to hang around the garage where I worked.

Did he know Judy Benson?

I don't know. I mean, he never paid too much attention to girls. His big thing

was cars.

Pretty good mechanic, was he?

As good as any, man. He could take a car apart and put it back together.

Hey, he wouldn't have any trouble putting acid on a distributor cap.

Did he happen to be in the garage the day Judy Benson brought her car in?

Oh, I've been over that day a thousand times.

Hey, wait a minute.

Yeah, he was there.

And he saw her.

She brought her car in to be fixed up. She needed a rush job.

She said she had to drive to New London the next morning.

He heard her say that?

I don't know. He was there. I wasn't paying any attention to him. I was

concentrating on her.

But he could have heard it.

Inspector, you want it on the phone.

Riskin. Hello, this is Tom.

Agent's located at an auto supply dealer in Stanton, Connecticut, who handles

Armada tires.

A check of his sales records came up with one name on the list of Karen

acquaintances.

Harley Garnett's.

He bought a complete set of Armadas on April 10 of this year and then another

set a few days ago.

We have a list of sales list awardee numbers.

Have you checked with DMV on the making model of the car?

Yes, sir. Apparently he has several cars, most of them antique.

But they're all registered in his mother's name, Eleanor Garnett.

Start a background inquiry around him, Tom. And wait for me. I should be there

in an hour.

Yes, sir.

Well, I've got to be going now.

Well, was there anything new?

Maybe. I'll keep you informed.

Well, Inspector.

Listen, even if I never get out of here, I want you to know I'm grateful.

He's the son of Stephen Garnett, deceased 1964.

Founder of Garnett Builders, a large construction firm.

Harley's mother, Eleanor, still owns the controlling answer.

It, uh...

Giles connect Harley with the Benson girl?

Yes, he did.

He was at a dance last Thursday night at the Fairfield Country Club.

Karen Blakely was there, too.

He spent the whole night hanging around her, acting as her errand boy, bringing

her drinks, lighting her cigarettes.

Does he have an arrest record?

Uh, no, but there was a complaint filed against him in, uh...

1964 by the parents of a teenaged girl in Gilmore.

Garnett allegedly threatened her because she wouldn't accept a date with him.

Parents talked with mother and the whole thing was dropped.

Pay him a little visit.

I got your message.

How did you find me?

A customer.

At the club.

He recognized you when you came in.

He said he'd seen you a lot of times at the stock car races.

You didn't tell him anything?

No, of course not. I wouldn't tell him anything.

Well, what do you want?

Well, I've got a problem.

See, I told my father.

And my father thinks that I should go to the police and I should report it.

But I don't want to do that.

And I believe your story about your being innocent. And like I said before,

I really don't want to get mixed up in anything.

Well, what's on your mind? You didn't bring me out here just to tell me that.

I thought maybe you could help me.

My father is a cripple.

About a year ago, he was in an accident.

His back was broken, and he's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Now, there is this doctor, and he says maybe he can get him to walk again.

But it's going to take a lot of money.

Mm -hmm.

How much?

$10 ,000.

Listen, I hate to ask you, but I... It'd take me quite a while to raise that

kind of money.

Well, I'm afraid I have to have it tonight.

Where should I bring it?

Brennan Trailer Camp.

Just outside of town.

Unit 12.

Hey, I don't really like doing this, you know.

Believe me, I don't.

But I guess sometimes you just can't help getting mixed up in things.

These new trees are doing very well.

This corner is going to look just beautiful by the time we get through.

Mrs. Garnett?

Yes?

We're with the FBI.

I'm Inspector Erskine, Special Agent Colby.

What can I do for you?

We'd like to talk to your son.

The maid thought you might know where he is.

Well, he went out about nine o 'clock this morning. I don't know where. He

he'd be back shortly.

Please tell me what this is about.

We want to talk to him in connection with Karen Blakely's death.

What did my son have to do with that?

Well, we're talking to everyone who knew him, Mrs. Garnett.

We understand that son met her at a dance about a week ago.

A dance?

Yes. Yes, he went to the country club dance that night.

But he never mentioned meeting that girl.

Do you happen to know where he was the night of her death?

That was last Saturday.

He was here at the house.

The whole night?

Yes, of course. He was working in the garage in one of his cars.

Were you with him?

Well, not all the time, but I went out there every now and then to talk to him.

If that girl was killed near Gilmore, Harley couldn't possibly have gotten

and back without my being aware of his absence.

Now I'd like to ask you a question.

Why are you trying to involve my son?

This is ridiculous.

Harley's a good boy.

Would you mind if we had a look around the garage?

Well, certainly I mind.

But you go right ahead. Search the house, if you like.

Whatever you're looking for, you won't find it.

Thank you.

Mr. Garnett, I find something.

I show you.

Somebody leave something.

Good tire.

Somebody make mistake.

Well, hello, Hartley. I've got to talk to you.

Well, of course.

Let's go into the den.

We'll talk a drink.

I need a loan, Carl.

Can you help me?

Well, I suppose so.

What happened? Overshoot your allowance?

No. No, I need a lot of money.

How much?

$10 ,000.

Please.

I've got to have it.

Well, Harley, for that kind of money, I'd need some form of collateral.

Well, you know I have nothing to give.

The Mark I's worth something, but all my cars are in my mother's name.

Well, then why don't you ask her to release a couple of them to you if you

the money that badly?

I couldn't do that. She'd ask questions.

Well, why shouldn't she ask questions?

Hello?

Carl. Oh, hello, Eleanor.

I need your help. I'm trying to find Harley.

Well, as a matter of fact, he's right here.

Just a moment.

It's your mother.

Yes, Mother?

Harley, where have you been?

You come home right away and ask Carl to come with you.

What's the problem?

The FBI was here asking for you.

The FBI?

Why?

Never mind. Just come home right now.

Will you stop treating me like a child? Now, what did they want?

They want to know where you were the night of... the night of Karen Blakely's

murder.

Karen Blakely?

That's ridiculous. I didn't even know her.

Did you tell them I was home that night?

Yes.

All right, well, there's nothing to worry about.

Now, you come home right now.

All right, I'll be there in a minute. And let me speak to Carl.

Hello, Eleanor.

Harley.

Harley, just a minute. I want to talk to you.

Harley!

Have you located Harley? Not yet. We're still looking for him.

I've given all units his description.

Local police, highway patrol have been alerted. They have an APB on him.

Surveillance only, of course.

And the acid, what have you found out about that? Lab checks had out to be

something called nitritic acid. It seems though swimming pool companies carry

it. I'm checking right now on any recent purchases.

I just got a call from the night manager of the Yacht Club.

He suggests we talk to another one of his employees, a cocktail waitress named

Jerry Coates. She was at the club about the same time as Karen Blinkley.

Strange you didn't mention this before.

Well, he said it slipped his mind because she wasn't on duty that night.

finished her shift about an hour before. She'd just dropped by to pick up

something she'd forgotten.

Have you contacted her? She doesn't have a home phone. She lives in a trailer

park outside of town.

Brennan Trailer Park.

Let's go have a talk with her.

These tires were on Harley's Continental.

I saw him changing them yesterday.

Why would he bury them?

Probably because he didn't want to have them traced.

Traced to what?

Please, let's stop playing games.

You said he was wanted for questioning in the Karen Blakely murder.

He didn't kill that girl. I know he didn't. I'd like to believe he did. So

I.

Eleanor, I've got to report this to the police. You can't. Don't you realize

this is a murder case?

A girl has been killed. Those tires may be evidence.

It's just possible he had nothing to do with that girl.

Then we don't have a thing to worry about.

I don't care. I won't let you do it. You can't go on sheltering him.

It's too late for that.

You think he did it.

Admit it.

Yes, I think he could have.

He's a sick boy, or haven't I mentioned that to you before?

If you do this, it's over between us. I never want to see you again.

Over here.

Hello.

I don't have it.

You don't have it?

No, and you're not going to tell anybody about this.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Okay, okay, just a minute.

You're told to bring the money tonight.

You said it was your father.

Sorry about that.

That he was sick.

You're not going to tell on me.

You didn't bring the money.

What else can we do?

Please, I don't want to have to hurt you.

I must be kidding. Stop it. I can't believe it. I said stop it!

Call in the description of the car, Tom.

Right.

Victor, I've got the tires.

And Mr. Stokely showed me where they were buried.

Registration numbers check out with the guarantee made out to Harley Garnett.

Good. Get them to the lab.

I've ordered roadblocks and a helicopter sweep of the area, but so far neither

Harley nor the car have been spotted.

Get out of here!

Go out and get out!

Can you think of any place he might go?

You tried to warn me, didn't you, Carl?

And now it's happened.

Inspector, one of our units is located in Harley. He's in a gas station just

outside of Gilmore.

He's expecting to kill the girl hostage if we move in.

Send some more units and tell them we're on our way.

Inspector, I'd like to go along. I might be able to help.

Why can't they just leave me alone?

Why didn't you leave me alone? I never hurt you. Well, listen to me. It wasn't

my fault. I didn't want to with my boyfriend. You're lying. Stop it.

You listen to me.

It won't do you one bit of good to hurt that girl because you're not going

anywhere.

Get your men and your cars and get out of here or I'll do it.

Go away.

Please, let that poor girl go.

Let's talk.

We can still do something, darling.

You've done enough already. Can't you see that?

Please, leave me alone.

You're right.

But you listen to me, Harley, now.

And you try to understand.

I was so alone.

I couldn't lose you, but not yet.

I guess I just held on.

You see, it's my fault.

I'm to blame.

And that's why... You've got to let me help you now.

Please, darling, let me help you.

Can you bring those girls back to life?

That's right.

There was more than one.

Don't say any more.

Don't.

it's over i'm glad you stopped me

Everett, I believe Inspector Erskine has something to tell you.

Sit down.

Everett, Harley Garnett has made a full confession of the murder of Judith

Benson.

Your release papers are being processed by the governor.

They should be ready in a couple of days.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

I'm sorry about what I said about the FBI never having the guts to look into

case.

Thank you.

Harley Garnett, following psychiatric examination, was found incompetent to

stand trial and was committed to a federal mental institution.

Lester Watson and Jerry Coates were convicted of blackmail and sentenced to

state penitentiary.

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