All language subtitles for The FBI s07e04 The Deadly Gift.eng

You just try to relax, Mr. Falco.

You'll hide this.

Ethel?

Did you get my collection?

Yes, Ethel.

I have it.

Oh, now I see it.

Open the box, Francis.

Is that all?

You know.

Orbin. The other filters.

Everything.

All right.

Just a moment, Mr. Dalkor.

No more lights.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

William Reynolds.

With guest stars Donna Winter.

Joan Van Ark.

And special guest star Fritz Weaver.

Tonight's episode, The Deadly Gift.

On August 3rd, Mr. Francis Dalkor of New
Orleans, Louisiana, was robbed of $125

,000 worth of jewelry and knocked
unconscious.

His housekeeper called the police.

The FBI entered the case after police
learned that a man matching the

description boarded a plane for Atlanta
less than an hour after the robbery.

Latent fingerprints were forwarded to
the FBI Identification Division in

Washington. Carl Ridley.

alias Charles Ridgeway.

We've matched the latents found at the
scene with his fingerprints on file.

Here's a long identification record.

Arrests for forgery, interstate check
violations, several convictions.

Now he's apparently running another
confidence operation, posing as a

Have we been able to interview Dalkor
yet?

Not yet.

His housekeeper stated he attended three
seances with Ridgeway. In the first

two, there was a medium, a young woman.

Does he have a history of using an
accomplice?

No, and the description's pretty
general.

Medium height, dark hair, middle to late
20s.

We're giving all our officers a
description of the stolen jewelry the

housekeeper furnished us with an
insurance inventory.

Ridgeway's always been very clever in
choosing his victims.

He always seems to pick only those who
want to believe in him.

How potentially dangerous do you think
he is?

This is the first time he's used
violence.

Tell the type from the New Orleans
office, Mr. Worth.

Dalkor's condition has improved.

He may be able to be interviewed
shortly.

Louis, you and Tom better get down to
New Orleans.

Contact me as soon as you've talked to
Dalkor.

Ridgeway's had some success in his
psychic role. He's probably aiming for

stakes now.

Well, then, 30 gets in all.

Well, just right of it. It's not too
big, not too small.

I don't know. I'll ask Julie about him.

All right.

Have you seen Miss Rose?

I'm up here, Carol.

Oh.

I was poking around, and I found this
terrific room at the end of the hall. It

would make a perfect upstairs den.

How about Jim's room?

Your son's?

I want to keep it just the way you left
it.

Oh, Carol, I'm sorry.

That was so stupid of me.

I promise, no more decorating ideas
unless you ask.

Nothing.

You've given me some wonderful ideas. I
should hire you professionally.

When you get to know me better, you'll
find that I always have to be doing

something. Well, then you are. You're
helping me with the party.

Oh, my secretary just called. Do you
remember my inviting of Dr. Elliot?

Yes, I think Freddy told us about him.
He's just in New Canaan for a couple of

days on a lecture tour. We're supposed
to be very lucky to get him for the

party.

Doctor of what?

Parapsychology, I think.

I hope he's not one of those encounter
group enthusiasts.

Why not?

What's so wrong about encountering men?

Oh, I feel like such an idiot when I
realize how I was taken in.

If you are looking for words or other
paraphernalia, there is nothing I

How did you first meet Ridgeway?

Well, at the bar in the French Quarter.

We started chatting over drinks and
suddenly he mentioned some things about

late wife.

What kind of things?

That she was trying to get through to
me.

Oh, he described her very accurately.

But then...

He refused to discuss it anymore. That's
how I got involved.

I don't understand.

Well, if he had mentioned a fee or
money, I would have been frightened off.

But he twisted it so that I had to beg
him to continue.

He said he had an extrasensory gift, but
that he was afraid of it.

I ended up talking him into those
seances.

We understand that he used a woman for
the first two seances as a medium.

Yes, he called her his sensitive.

Did either of them ever give you an
address?

No, they always contacted me.

And you never saw the woman again after
the second seance?

No, we did not need her any longer.

See, Ethel had broken through.

What did he mean by that?

Which way?

Which way to this?

Doing the second seance.

So he says.

There are some legal matters to talk
over.

Besides, it's been weeks since you've
let me take you to dinner.

I'm sorry, Edward.

You've been wonderful trying to cheer me
up.

I just hate to see a woman like you so
alone.

I'm not alone.

Look at all the people.

I promised Roger before he died that I'd
look after you.

And you have, Edward.

I think he knew that I was always very
fond of you.

Really?

Well, then Roger was a perfect husband.
You know, he was never jealous.

I would have been.

Who's that man?

The Dr. Elliot.

Quite famous.

So they tell me.

Are

you

also a co -oncologist, Dr. Elliot?

This mask is fascinating, isn't it?

It's bones on the outside.

It's the only creature as beautiful in
death as it is in life.

You seem keen on that one.

It's very beautiful.

But there are others just as beautiful.
Why didn't you pick those?

Do people do certain things?

I don't know.

You're a psychologist, Doctor. You
should know.

A parapsychologist.

What does that mean?

Beyond psychology, beyond the senses.

I'm interested in the sixth sense.

Well, it's a wonderful party. Thank you
so much for asking me.

Why did you pick this particular cow,
Rochelle?

Was that a sixth sense?

You don't give up easily, do you?

I asked you a question, Doctor.

I was drawn to it somehow.

My hand just reached out and touched it.

And what did you feel?

I don't know exactly. Several things.

Emotions?

Yes.

Love? Hate? What were they?

Terror.

Suffocation.

I don't know who you are, Dr. Elliot, or
what your game is, but if you're

playing parlor tricks with me... I'm
terribly sorry, Mrs. Stanford. I seem to

have touched on something.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I can have that, June.

Well, it's getting late. I'd best be
going.

No, please don't go.

I'm very sorry. I have an early
appointment. Thank you very much. Bye.

What's wrong?

Oh, I did an awful thing.

I'm afraid I insulted him.

Dr. Elliot?

That handsome thing? I thought the two
of you were getting along.

Julie, find out where he's staying.

I must apologize.

Okay, but what happened?

Well, I accused him of a cheap trick.

You see, he picked up one of my son's
shells.

And five in Jim's collection were almost
identical, and yet this was the one

that he picked.

What's so special about that one?

It was the last one that my son found
before he was drowned.

Yes. It's a nice job.

Ethereal. That's what you wanted.

Who?

Carla Todd.

See, I not only work here, hold classes
in studio and darkroom technique.

And Carla was one of my students.

Can you describe her?

Maybe 26.

Medium height.

Long, black hair.

Tell me, uh... How was this photograph
made?

I'll show you.

The parent negative was the man sitting
at the table.

Then we superimposed the woman from a
35mm transparency.

Weird effect.

That's what Carla wanted.

You have any idea how we can get in
touch with her?

I think she filled out a registration
card.

Carla Todd, 126 Rivers Street.

Is this their handwriting?

Yes, it is.

Do you mind if we take it?

No, not at all.

Gee, I hope Carla's not in any trouble.

She had a talent for darkroom work.

Maybe you'd rather have a drink?

No, no, tea's fine, thank you.

I'm so awfully sorry about last night.
Oh, please don't be.

Hi.

Dr. Elliot, hello.

Julie.

I was just pouring.

Oh, sorry, I can't stay. Thanks for the
ride. It was great.

See you later.

Bye.

She seems very nice.

Yes, she is.

Good old friend?

No, we've only known each other a week
or so.

Julie's an old friend of friends of mine
in California who wrote, asking if I

would look after her.

Oh, excuse me. Would you take me?

Please.

I invited her to stay here, but she
insisted on her own apartment.

Tell me more about that cow, Rochelle,
last night.

It's very important.

Well, it isn't easy.

The obvious keeps getting in the way of
the emotion.

The obvious is coral reefs, white
beaches, palm trees.

And the emotion is terror.

Yes, terror, but then, oddly, I felt
a...

Um, a release from his terror.

See, that shell was the last one that my
son brought up before he disappeared.

Ah.

See, it happened a year ago.

Jim was only 19.

We were in the Bahamas off of Turtle
Key.

And he drowned while scuba diving.

At least that's what it said in the
report.

His body was never found.

He was collecting and photographing, and
that shell was the last one he brought

up.

He was so excited about that, because it
was so beautiful and so perfect.

And then he dove, and it came up again.

Sometimes the bottom currents can be
very strong.

He was not swept out to sea.

That's what everybody keeps trying to
tell me, but he was not.

I don't understand.

You see, I think that Jim is still
alive.

You see, I think he came ashore, but on
some other island or key.

There are many of them, you know,
deserted islands.

Surely these other keys were searched.

Thoroughly.

But a native fisherman could have picked
him up.

Or Jim could have been hurt.

An air bubble in the brain so that he
doesn't remember who he is.

It must be so.

He must be alive.

I can't stir a flower without troubling
the star.

It's a line from a poem. It's the
essence of my work, actually. You see, I

believe that all of us in this world are
connected in the extrasensory, in the

sixth sense, that there's a common
subconscious.

So you mean that I'm connected to Jim
now, that we're communicating?

It's happened before. It's not uncommon
between mothers and sons.

A son is wounded in a war 6 ,000 miles
away, and the mother feels the pain.

Yes. Yes, I believe that.

Now, Doctor, last night, when you held
the shell, you said that you felt

suffocation.

That could be drowning.

Then you said you felt a release.

That could mean that Jim's all right.

Yes, it could be.

These things are spooky.

What did you say?

I said these things are... That's odd,
that word, spooky.

It's been in my mind all night.

Why do you think it's odd?

It's not an uncommon word, I suppose,
but it's one that I never use. I never

it. Hal, Spooky is the name of Jim's dog
when he was a child. I don't want to

have forgotten him myself.

Jim adores Spooky.

Oh, you can help me find Jim.

You're in communication with him. Carol,
these things are very dangerous.

Meddling in them can be very
disillusioning.

Hal, please don't say no.

I know that Jim is alive.

I'm clear. And I know that he needs me.

Please help me find him.

Please.

Carol, I want to help you. You know I
want to help you.

But if my sense, my intuition turns out
to be wrong, I don't want to see you get

hurt.

Answer me one question.

Last night, when you held that shell,
You felt something else, didn't you?

Something you didn't tell me about.

What had to do with life and death.

Did you feel that Jim is alive?

Or dead?

He's alive.

No, but he's right here. Who?

It's Mr. Ward.

Arthur.

I was just about to call you.

We had an address on the woman Ridgway's
been working with, but it turned out to

be false.

I'm sending along a registration card
she filled out. Maybe the document

can identify her handwriting.

We got a good lead on Ridgway from the
flyers we sent out on psychics.

A man by the name of...

Alan Forbes, who's interested in psychic
research, called our Houston office.

He thinks he might have met Ridgeway.

Good. We'll have a talk with him.

Any word on the stolen jewels?

No, nothing yet.

If he hasn't fenced them, he may be low
on cash.

All right, Lewis.

Keep in touch.

Right.

Or a girl, you mean.

How many times have you been married,
darling?

Oh, is that how I appear to you?

You haven't answered my question.

Just once.

First wives don't count.

This one counted.

What happened?

She found somebody else.

Do you want to play anymore?

No, I know when I'm beaten.

I've got something to tell you.

One in his room.

He came again.

Well, one of the maids probably wound
it.

No, I checked it. Nobody's touched it.

Carol, we've had just the greatest time.

Hal, I want you to find Jim.

When can we start?

I... You know, if it's a question of...

Well, I realize that your time would be
involved in that, dear to you.

I would gladly... Reimburse me.

Yes.

Yes, I didn't want to mention money,
but... You know, I'd pay anything.

Anything that you wanted.

And I hope I haven't insulted you.

You're not insulting me, not at all.

It's just... Well, I can't...

I'd devote any time to it right now.

You see, I've got to be leaving.

Are you going back to Boston?

No, London, I'm afraid.

London?

There's interest in a parapsychology
institute I've been trying to set up.

Well, that's wonderful.

Oh, I'm sorry. You know I want to help.

I've got a phone call for you, sir.

For me?

Yes, sir. You can take it in the bar.

You'd better take it.

Maybe London.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Carl.

It's been a long time.

How have you been?

Great, now.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I was hurting, but now I'm not.

Because I'm going to get a piece out of
this car.

You are way off.

No, you're off.

I want a piece of the con.

Because this time you just happen to be
conning one of the richest women in

Connecticut.

I'm not saying a lot.

Mrs. Stanford and Ridley, the so -called
psychic who was run out of Winnetka,

Illinois.

I want a big piece, Carl.

I'd blow it.

I'm Inspector Erskine with the FBI. This
is Mr. Colby.

Gentlemen, I'm honored.

This is my first visit by the FBI.

Well, I suppose you're here about
Ridgeway. What can I tell you about him?

How did you meet him?

Well, he was here in Houston.

He called himself Faraday. He seemed to
know all about me, my reputation.

You know, thinking it over now, I
realize he sought me out.

Because of your books on extrasensory
perception?

Yes, he knew about them.

I just happen to have ESP ability.

Well, smile if you want. Some believe in
ESP and some don't. I do because I have

it. My specialty is clairvoyance.

I seem to be aware of certain things. I
just know them.

For instance, I can always find my
wife's car keys.

I don't suppose Ridgeway called you.

No, it was much more casual than that.
Obviously planned that way by him.

First time I met him was at our local
parapsychology meeting.

He was just passing through.

We got to talking. We became friends.

I ended up inviting him home to dinner.

What exactly was he after?

Oh, I think all he wanted was to pick my
brains.

My wife was aware of it before I was.

Around the third time he came to dinner,
he could actually mimic me.

My mannerisms, the sound of my voice.

Would you say he had extrasensory
powers?

No, I think he depended mostly on simple
psychology and hunches.

Then passed himself off as a true
psychic.

Men like Ridgway give parapsychology a
bad name.

How long ago was all this?

It was last spring.

One day he simply disappeared as fast as
he appeared.

Do you have any idea where he might have
gone?

No.

Did he ever write to you?

Yes, he did.

Did Ridgway have a girl with him?

No, not that I know of.

He wanted some information on voices
from the grave. It's not my specialty.

Here's an address.

Little Club Indianapolis.

It was written last month.

Yes, just a minute.

It's for you, Inspector.

Yes? Al Lewis.

Oh, hello, Arthur. The documents section
has identified the Carla Todd

handwriting you sent in.

Her real name is Julie Rhodes.

She's been involved in confidence
schemes and served time in Florida for

worthless checks.

She's worked as an entertainer.

We've checked all her old addresses, but
haven't been able to establish a

location yet.

Good out there.

We have a lead on Ridgeway in
Indianapolis.

Would you send me the information on
her?

Right away, Lewis.

Fine.

Thanks, Mr. Forbes.

My pleasure.

Listen, if you want to take the word of
an old ESP man...

I predict you'll find it.

I hope you're not deeply involved with
him.

Of course not. I've only known him a
short time.

Carol, you know I'm concerned.

I'm all right, Ed.

Dr. Elliot is going to help me find Jim.

Carol.

We've been through all this before.

You've got to stop torturing yourself.

Jim is dead.

Now that man has you believing that he's
alive all over again.

But I've always believed that.

I suppose he's asking you for money.

Of course not. Just the opposite.

Just what do you know about the man?

Nothing.

You're very kind.

And I know that you mean well.

And that you have me and my interest.

At heart.

But please don't spoil this.

You said it, Carol.

My job is to look after your interests.

So I'm going to check that man out.

Edward.

Don't worry.

I'll be discreet.

We're closed.

FBI.

Are you the manager?

What can I do for you?

Do you recognize this girl?

Nope.

How about him?

Do you recognize him?

No.

Oh, that's funny.

Gave it with his mailing address.

All right.

What's the beef?

Have you seen either of them lately?

No. They were billed here as C .R. and
Company, a mind -reading act.

Do you have an address on them?

I had a local address, but they left
town.

Did you book them through a theatrical
agency?

Yeah, the Empire Agency in New York.
They were booked out of the Empire

in New York.

Thank you.

Hello?

It's a long story, Mom. I haven't got
much time.

Where are you, darling?

Where are you?

I've had a tough time reaching you, Mom.
There have been no phones.

Oh, Jim, I've been praying for this
moment.

Oh, it's been a year.

Mom, are you there?

I think she's had enough, Carla.

Oh, you should have kept her dangling. I
was going to come on again and spank

her. I said she's had enough.

Hey.

You want a look on her, are you?

Sometimes I think we go too far.

Somebody could get hurt.

Now, don't you go getting soft on me.

Look, you're just tired.

You've been working too hard.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Sure you are.

But it is a beautiful con.

Our best one so far, Carl.

Find the right button and push hard,
right?

Yeah.

You know, I was tempted to take her up
on the invitation to live there.

Just think what we could have found out
then.

The dog and the show were enough.

Spooky was easy.

All those photographs in the album.

The shell was just luck. The maid
happened to tell me about it when she

cleaning.

I'll be glad when this is over.

Maybe after this one we won't have to do
anymore.

We still have the jewels, don't forget.

We could go to Tangiers for a while.

I got tired of waiting for you to come
to me.

Nice to see you again. Come on
downstairs to the apartment. I'll see

I'll stay.

Sure, let's all have a friendly drink.

I told you when we scored, I'd give you
a piece.

I want a little something up front.

We haven't got anything up front.

A little down payment, you might say.

And I want it now.

And if I don't get it, I go to Mrs.
Stanford and I tell her about Winnetka.

Oh, we should have.

Pushed me in Lake Michigan, right?

Yeah.

This is ten times more than you're
worth.

Don't give him that. That's the one I
wanted to keep.

This has got to be hot. All I'll be
doing is fencing it.

All right, forget it.

Good night, Pete.

I'll be back.

Didn't you hear, Pete? That is it.
That's all you're getting. And don't try

slip out on me because I know all your
tricks. Don't try to bleed us, Pete. I'm

warning you.

I'll be back.

No you don't.

I don't know who he is. Some drunk.

He was knocking on the apartment door
next to mine. I answered the door. He

out. He took a step. He staggered and he
fell.

I'll call for an ambulance.

Get out of here, Pat.

They aren't. Business has been bad
lately.

What's the natural color of her hair?

Who knows?

Usually. Oh, blonde.

Fluffy and blonde.

Have you seen them lately?

Yeah.

Carla was in only last week.

Poor thing.

She needs money so badly that she's down
to selling her things.

What sort of things, Miss Ashley?

Well, um...

She had a diamond bracelet I gave her $1
,000 for. I know it was worth five

times that.

But I'm thinking of just as a loan, and
when she gets working again, she can buy

it back with no interest.

May we see the bracelet?

Oh, I don't wear it to work. It's back
at the apartment.

Would you mind if I sent an agent over
to have a look at it?

Of course not.

Why? What's wrong?

Well, frankly, Miss Ashley, we think it
may be part of a collection that was

stolen.

Really?

I wonder if Carla knows that.

Yes, I think she might.

Do you have an address where she can be
reached?

No, no address, but a phone number.

She said she was staying in New Canaan,
Connecticut, for some reason.

We'd appreciate it if you didn't mention
we were here.

Don't worry, I won't.

trying to call you all morning. I heard
from Jim last night.

You heard from your son? Yes.

Yes, Jim called. It's true. He's alive.

Carol. It's true.

Jim called it a little bit after one o
'clock last night.

The connection was bad. I could hardly
hear what he was saying, but I don't

where the call came from.

Probably Cuba. There was some Spanish.

Carol, no.

Let me finish.

I got the whole thing figured out.

Jim was picked up by a Cuban fishing
boat.

Carol.

Isn't it possible you dreamed that phone
call?

No.

It's very common between mother and son,
a telepathic dream. It's possible he

was sending out some sort of emotional
call.

No, it was real.

I tell you, I was awake.

Did you trace the call?

Oh, I didn't think of that.

on the phone and tell you... What?

Carol, I'm sorry. I'm on my way to the
airport now. I'm flying to London.

Oh, no.

I must.

It's all set.

You see, I got a phone call, too.

But you've got to help me find Jim.

I can't.

Not now.

I'm sorry, Carol.

Was it the institute that you were
talking about?

Yes.

Look, I have a solution.

How about setting up that institute
here, right here in the United States?

I've tried.

Wouldn't you rather have it in America?

Of course I would.

But these London people are coming up
with the first hundred thousand.

It must be there.

It must be now.

I'll help you.

Whatever you need, I'll underwrite.

Carol, no.

$100 ,000, you said.

Carol, don't be ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous.

I'll get that money for you.

Hello, do you work here? Yeah, I'm the
manager.

We're with the FBI.

Are these people still here?

They were.

H and A.

Dr. Elliott and Miss Rhodes.

When did they check out?

Oh, very early this morning.

Any idea where they went?

No. No forwarding address.

They left in a hurry.

You see, there was an accident here last
night. A man fell down the steps.

Hurt bad.

Dr. Elliott said it was an accident, but
I wonder now.

Do you know the injured man's name?

No.

Where was he taken?

The emergency hospital in town.

Thank you.

That was my broker.

He's calling my back now about pledging
the bonds for the money. It won't be

long. He's going to call me back.

Now, how do we go about it?

Well, we'll go to the Bahamas, where you
last saw Jim, and we'll have charts

of the area, and we'll have the cowrie
show.

And I'll hold the show, and I'll let
whatever thoughts come into my head.

And it will happen.

And you're certain that's the man?

Yeah, that's him.

He's the one who pushed me down the
steps.

Oh, I hope you get him.

You know where he is?

Yeah.

Cunning some rich woman.

What's her name?

Stanford.

Mrs. Carol Stanford.

You won't have any trouble finding her
place.

It's one of the largest in New Canaan,
just east of town.

Thank you.

Here's the check.

The bank has finally authorized it.
Carol, I feel very guilty about this.

please forget about it. Come, do what
you have to do with the check, and then

need your help.

When can we leave?

Carol?

Anybody home?

Julie, honey, how nice.

We're off to find Jim.

What?

Yes. He telephoned last night.

Isn't that wonderful?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Listen. Why don't you take care of the
check, and Julie will help me pot. And

then you can call me back in, uh... Yes?

Please, Ed, I'm in a hurry.

This is important, Carol.

Your Dr. Elliot doesn't exist.

Oh, come on, Ed. If this is some kind of
joke... I only wish it were.

I've checked very thoroughly.

I call Boston and all the other places
he mentioned.

I even call London.

Dr. Elliot simply doesn't exist.

I can't believe that. The man's
obviously a fraud, Carol.

I won't believe that.

You must. It's true.

It really is.

Carol.

Carol, you haven't given him any money,
have you?

Well, I just authorized a check.

Call the bank immediately and stop
payment.

He's a fraud.

What's the matter, Carol?

That was my lawyer.

How? How?

He said you're a fraud.

You believe that?

I don't know what to believe.

He says I should stop the check.

Maybe I should.

You're not stopping anything.

And Jim's telephone call, too.

Oh!

We can't leave her here now.

Oh!

Carol, don't make us hurt you.

Now I've got to call the police.

Bridgeway to the FBI.

I'm terribly sorry.

Are you going to be all right, Mrs.
Stanford?

Thank you, Inspector.

He hurt me so terribly.

More than I've ever been hurt before.

I wanted so much to believe.

And I was believing.

I suppose in a funny way I needed that
man.

I needed him to teach me that my son was
dead.

Charles Ridgeway and Julie Rhodes were
convicted in federal court of interstate

transportation of stolen property.

Ridgeway was also found guilty of
assaulting federal officers.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0