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Hey, fellas.

Hey, that's my car.

Hey, son, what are you doing?

Where do you think you're going?

But I did my duty.

I believed that verdict.

There was no railroading, no witch hunt.

But it's still wrong to take the law
into your own hands that way. The trial

rigged, and you talk about the law.

Well, I was thinking we might go down to
the springs. We could leave on Friday

morning. And forget that a potential
killer is out gunning for me, huh?

No, dear.

Neither of us will forget that.

You're talking about my life.

That's all I'm concerned about.

It's for your sake.

It's to avenge you as well as my father.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

and Shelley Novak, with guest stars
Lloyd Nolan,

Tim O 'Connor, William Reynolds,

Jack Bender.

Tonight's episode, The Killing Root.

Well, Steve.

Hello, Judge. How are you?

You got anything coming up in my court?
No, sir, I haven't. It's nice seeing

you.

Oh, Judge, by the way, there is
something.

Steve. Steve.

Steve, what happened?

I think I've been shot.

Would one of you fellas go get an
ambulance?

And the police.

On October 23rd, Stephen Lang, an
assistant U .S. attorney, was shot and

on the steps of a federal building in
Los Angeles.

Because Mr. Lang was a federal officer,
the FBI immediately assumed

jurisdiction.

Inspector Erskine and Special Agent
Daniels, just completing another case in

Southern California area, were assigned
to the investigation.

Mr. Lang was just admitted?

Yes, sir. He's in good condition now.
You should be able to see him in a few

minutes. It may not be necessary for you
to talk to him at all.

My name's Harper.

Judge Nelson Harper.

Lang wasn't the real target. I was.

Is there a place we can talk?

Yes, the doctor's lounge.

Dear Judge Harper.

Mills of the gods grind slow, but they
grind exceedingly fine.

Retribution will come to you within a
week.

Ten years too late, but better late than
never.

Respectfully, the man who's going to
kill you.

I appreciate that respectfully.

You received this yesterday?

In the mail.

And the next question is, why didn't I
report it? Well, I... I thought about

That's why I kept it in my pocket.

Do you have any idea who sent it?

There are several possibilities, but
only one good one. The clue is in the

years.

Joe Holloway.

Walter Holloway's son.

You remember the case.

Very well.

It was your courtroom where the Holloway
brothers were convicted of espionage.

That's right.

It was before your time, young man.

Yes, but we studied the case in law
school.

Oh, you did?

Now tell me.

How did you and your fellow students
analyze it? Did you think the presiding

judge was too harsh?

Well, with all due respect, yes, there
were some who did. Uh -huh.

Yes, in some circles, I was the most
unpopular jurist in all America.

But I did my duty.

I believed that verdict.

There was no railroading, no witch hunt.

That trial was ten years ago.

And I'm sure you're aware that Joe
Holloway's uncle, Mark, is out on

But Joe's father died last week of a
heart attack, only a couple of weeks

he was due to be paroled.

So you think his father's death
triggered Joe into seeking retribution?

Now I do.

At first, I thought he was just
unloading anger and grief, and if I

him, it would just make things harder on
the boy.

I thought he'd suffered enough.

We're not leaving tonight.

We're not going to Mexico?

Not for a while.

I haven't finished my work yet.

Oh.

Well, I guess I can wait a few more
days.

For a minute... Joe, what are you doing
with your bag?

I've got to find someplace else to stay
until we make the trip.

Joe, it's nothing I did, is it? Because
if it is, I... No, no, no. I'm not

running out on you.

You sure?

I'm disappointed in you for even
thinking that way.

You go back to work tonight, huh? We'll
need all the money we can get.

But he already quit. I told Mr... Look,
I'm sure he hasn't got a replacement

yet. He'll be happy to see you.

Now, look, I can't tell you where I'm
going, but...

Yeah, just a minute.

It's for you.

Who is it?

Sounds like your uncle.

Yes?

Sure, if it's that important.

The bridge, okay.

I'll meet you about quarter to five.

Yeah, well, okay. Thanks, Nan.

Appreciate it. Okay.

Williams just checked out the address.

Nothing?

Landlady said she saw him leave a couple
weeks ago and has no idea where he

went. He left no forwarding address.

What about neighbors?

None of them even knew him.

Daniels.

Yeah, just a moment.

Mr. Ward.

Yes, Arthur.

You got anything, Lewis?

Not much. We're still trying to get a
photograph of Holloway.

where he lived two weeks ago.

How's the judge holding up?

He's an old friend of mine, you know.

Well, if you ask me, he's more concerned
about Holloway than he is about

himself.

Well, that sounds like him.

What about protection?

He agreed to it. Federal marshals are
covering him and his wife around the

clock.

He'll probably eat them alive.

Call me, Lewis. First break you get.

Right.

Is that the letter?

Yeah. The lab expert says the
handwriting in the letter matches

from the last place that Joe Holloway
works.

I talked to the U .S. attorney. He's
authorized a warrant for Holloway's

Now all we got to do is find out where
he is.

There's someone who might have an idea.
His uncle, Mark.

Check his parole record for the address.

I'll get it.

Mark?

Joe.

As soon as I heard about the attempt on
Harper's life, I knew you were involved

in it.

Here.

It's every cent I could scrape together.

You take it.

Get you out of the country. Start a new
life.

If you leave soon enough.

Thanks.

We can use it.

Janine and I were going to Mexico.

When?

As soon as Harper's dead.

No, I want you to leave now.

Don't you understand?

Without finishing my job?

Hey, come on now. Give it up, Joe.

You've already wounded a man.

I'm sorry about him.

Don't make it any worse.

Joe.

Whatever has been done to you, son.

You're not a killer.

Whatever's been done to me, Uncle Mark,
and to you, and to my father, it was

all done by Judge Harper.

Don't you think he deserves to die?

I just buried my father last week. I
know, Joe.

But it's still wrong to take the law
into your own hands that way. The trial

rigged, and you talk about the law. All
right, right, it was rigged, but

Harper's living with that guilt.

Ten long years, that's been eating
inside of him.

That's the worst kind of punishment that
any man can have. I'm sure he's been

sleeping like a baby. Oh, listen to me,
Joe, please.

You disgust me, do you know that?

You ought to be cheering me on.

No more than that, you ought to be in it
with me.

Oh, you're hypocritical, talk about
justice.

Try to understand, Joe.

Here.

Here. I don't want this.

Not from you.

Got Holloway's address?

It's 342 Portola, Eagle Rock. And his
name isn't Holloway anymore. It's

What do you got? Some secret source of
information?

Of course.

No, his uncle does call. He wants to see
us. Yeah?

Whatever he has, he didn't want to give
it over the phone.

Just a minute, Judd.

All right, Judge.

Suppose someone was hiding in the trunk.

Trunk lids are all snapped shut.

Who's this? Jerry?

Yes,

Jerry. We're on our way up. No problems?

So far, so good.

See you in a minute.

You used to know my husband was home
when you rang the doorbell.

Sorry, Mrs. Harper.

Would you excuse me, please? Of course.

Judge Harper, this is Marshal Gosa. Your
Honor. Marshal.

There's no fire escape.

This door is the only possible entry.

With two United States Marshals blocking
it.

Sorry, sir.

You want to stay here? I'll take the
lobby.

Susan! Oh, there you are.

Hello, dear.

And how is my sweetheart?

Fine, just fine.

There you are.

Aye, thank you.

How's Mr. Lang?

Oh, he's all patched up. They'll
probably keep him in the hospital two,

days. And there's still no closer to
finding the gunman?

Not that I know of.

I'm sure he won't try it again, Nels.

Well, don't bet on it.

Just hope that he doesn't succeed, for
his sake as well as mine.

I couldn't talk him out of it at all.

I cried.

God knows I cried.

This is the address of Joe's girlfriend.

Janine Winchell.

Yeah, he's... Joe moves around an awful
lot, and he... He keeps some of his

things there, I guess.

I'm sure that she doesn't know anything
at all about this.

Well, she probably does by now. Joe's
name's been on radio and TV all

Joe Holloway's name, but that's not how
she knows him. You know, he's been going

by the name of Howard.

Thanks, Mr. Taylor. I know this has been
hard for you. Well, an alternative

would have been much worse.

When I was in prison with my brother,
Joe's father, I promised him I'd take

of Joe until he got out.

His mother?

Well, she passed away years ago.

He was raised by my wife, you know.

But he needed so much more than that.

All those wounds that had to be healed.

Years of living as the son of a
convicted traitor.

Can you imagine what that was like?

School children pointing at him, making
fun of him.

Calling him names, and worse than that,
ignoring him.

Well, you'll call us if you hear from
him again, huh?

Yes, I'll call you immediately.

What kind of sentence do you think
you'll get?

Well, he hasn't even been found yet, let
alone tried or convicted.

Guess he'll get a few years.

But that doesn't leave him without any
hope.

And he's free.

He's lucky.

He still has a chance.

That life that he's never had, you know.
It's possible, isn't it?

Of course it's possible.

That's why I call you, Inspector.

For Joe.

Only for Joe.

So find him.

Quickly. Please.

Before he kills that judge.

Drop the walkie -talkie.

Up against the wall.

Do it.

Ring Harper's doorbell. Tell him you
want in.

No way.

Do it or you're a dead man.

He's been here.

Gray florist uniform.

He's on his way down in the elevator.

Erskine. Inspector, they found his car a
few blocks from his girlfriend's

apartment. No sign of him? The police
are conducting a house -to -house search

of the area.

They're not too optimistic.

Thanks. We're on our way.

Famous last words.

I'm sure he won't try it again, Nels.

You know, I really didn't think he
would. That's because you don't listen

young lady.

The fact of the matter is...

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. It's going away
already.

Was it your first today?

Was it?

I had one this afternoon. It was even
smaller than this. Go on. Get dinner

ready.

Um, your calendar's pretty empty next
week, isn't it?

Mm -hmm. First half of it. Why?

Well, I was thinking we might go down to
the Springs. We could leave on Friday

morning. So that I could bask in the
warm rays of the desert sun.

Well, it would be a good idea, darling.

And forget that a potential killer is
outgunning for me, huh?

No, dear.

Neither of us will forget that.

But at least you wouldn't be a prisoner
inside the walls of a small apartment.

And the sun is soothing, dear.

I'll call Barbara. Tell her to have the
place ready.

Tell her to buy enough food for our
bodyguards. I'll bet they eat like

Well, what's he done?

A man was shot, Miss Winchell.

We have a warrant for Joe Holloway's
arrest. We believe you know him as Joe

Howard. Joe?

Oh, no.

No, he couldn't. I mean, Joe couldn't
have shot anyone. Not in a million

Have any idea where he is?

No.

Even if I did, do you really think I
would tell you?

Please. Just listen to me.

You're wrong. I mean, Joe... Joe, he's
so gentle, so...

Look, I've got to go to work.

When was this taken?

A month ago, maybe two.

Can we borrow it?

If I said no, you'd probably take it
anyway.

You're wrong. We wouldn't.

It would help us, Miss Winchell.

But it might help Holloway even more.

Oh, yeah.

You bet it's him.

The minute I saw this, I was sure.

Checked in yesterday, maybe four o
'clock.

But he's not here now.

He'll be back, though.

He paid three days in advance.

Around here, any guy who shows out dough
like that, he ain't gonna blow it.

Is there any kind of reward on the guy?

Yeah, our appreciation.

Oh, sure.

Well, I'm real glad to be of any help,
you know.

Mm -hmm. The room across the hall from
his. Oh, 118.

I'd like to rent it, and I'll pay in
advance.

Ah, that's okay.

A guy like you I trust.

Hello?

Janine.

Joe, Joe, where are you? In a phone
booth. Listen, I'm calling to tell you

I think about you all the time and that
Mexico's not far off.

Joe, there were some men at the
apartment last night from the FBI.

That figures.

You tell them anything?

Well, you know that picture of us, the
one on the dresser?

I let them take it.

I see.

Joe, you... You didn't shoot a man, did
you?

Not the man I wanted to.

He didn't.

Janine, listen to me.

Someday I'll tell you everything. Who I
am, my real name, and when I do, you'll

know that I was right, that I have
nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at

Now, that's all the explanation I'm
going to give you now. If you love me,

enough.

Yeah, it's enough.

Good.

Janine, look.

I'm sure you're being watched.

They probably got a man at your place
and another man following you around.

There's nobody here right now.

He's close by. You can bet on it. Now,
listen carefully.

Go back home tonight just as if you
don't suspect a thing.

Tomorrow morning, take a bus downtown.

Not your car. A bus. Got it?

Go to a department store.

Who's ever following you, lose him.
Understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Those people we visited last week, the
bakers.

Take a cab to their place.

They'll put you up and I'll call you
there.

Well, where are you going?

Well, considering my picture's probably
been shown around every flophouse around

town, I know where I'm not going.

I'll just stay loose till morning.

See ya.

Thank you.

Surprised, Uncle Mark?

Surprised. What do you think you're
doing, anyway?

The FBI. You sent them to Janine, didn't
you?

Didn't you?

Yes. Of course.

Nobody else knew about us. It had to be
you.

But I didn't want to believe it. God, I
didn't want to believe it.

It's only a matter of time until they
catch up with you, Joe.

I'd rather it be sooner than later
before they want you for murder.

You'd rather?

You? You're talking about my life.

That's all I'm concerned about.

It's for your sake.

It's to avenge you as well as my father.

Joe, you avenge her.

You avenge her wrong.

You avenge her an injustice.

But there was no injustice.

You listen to me.

Your father knew what you were going
through all these years.

And he wanted to do something to help
you survive it.

He also wanted to hold on to your love
and your respect because he lost

everything else.

So he kept on insisting to you, even up
to the day of his death.

He insisted that we were innocent.

But we weren't, Joe.

We were guilty.

Guilty as charged.

No! We turned over military secrets.

We did it partly for money, partly for
some warped sense of idealism, but the

reasons don't matter.

The fact remains you're lying.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Just went into surgery.

How's it look?

Lost a lot of blood.

We'll have a complete report from LAPD
Homicide any moment.

From what they've got so far... Hello?

Chris, wait a minute.

Janine Winchell's running loose.

She went into the fitting room of a
woman's store to try on some clothes and

managed to sneak out the back way.

Find Holloway. Ask him where she is.

He couldn't.

He has only one... one reality.

One certainty in his life.

His father's innocence.

I was trying to take it away from him.

He still means to kill the judge?

I'm sure he does.

He has to.

Otherwise, he...

He'd be admitting to himself that I was
telling the truth.

I don't think he could... he could bear
that.

Good luck, Mr. Taylor.

When you find him, let me know.

Janine. Uh -huh.

Listen, I want you to borrow Ed Baker's
car right now.

Good. Fill it up. Pick me up at the
corner of Wilshire and Darien.

That's right in front of the drugstore.

In exactly 30 minutes, we're going to
Mexico.

Don't worry about it. If we don't get
the car back to him, we can make it up.

You can buy some clothes when we get
there.

Maybe even sooner.

We've got to make one stop along the
way.

I don't know how soon I'll be back.

Maybe a couple of hours.

Maybe not till tomorrow morning.

But as soon as I am, it's nonstop to
Mexico.

Joe, I can't let you do it. Look, we've
been through it more than once.

He deserves to die.

You deserve to be a killer?

Tell me, do you?

Please, Joe.

Please, let's leave now.

For my sake or for Harper's.

Joe!

Joe, we're going to be running all our
lives anyway.

All right.

All right, I can take that.

I can dig most anything so long as we're
together.

Except knowing that... that you killed a
man.

You might get some rest. I'll be back as
soon as I can.

Well, she got here, found the lock with
Jimmy, and called us right away.

I heard it was the judge's place, so I
buzzed your office.

As far as you can tell, nothing was
taken.

As far as we can tell.

Of course, we can't be sure until the
Harpers get back.

Mrs. Harper's jewels are still in the
desk.

All right, obviously the motor wasn't
very great.

Well, if it was Holloway, why did he
come here?

I can think of three reasons.

First, to booby -trap the apartment.

Which he didn't.

Next, he might hide here and wait for
the judge to walk in. Obviously, we can

scratch that one.

Finally, he might have been looking for
a clue to where the Harpids had gone.

Well, that's the way I had it figured.

He might just possibly have found it.

Mrs. Kubica, how often do you clean the
apartment?

Every Tuesday and Friday, just in the
afternoons.

Did Mrs. Harper call to tell you not to
come next Tuesday?

No.

The marshals reported that Harper's left
for Palm Springs this morning.

She'll be gone until the middle of next
week.

She didn't call me.

She may have left you a note.

Daniels, please.

Chris, I'm at the judge's apartment.

There's a helicopter pad on the roof of
the building.

Pick me up as soon as possible.

Palm Springs.

Copies of his picture are being
distributed now to every officer on

Good. We're over riverside now.

We should be in Palm Springs in 15
minutes, over and out.

There's a Judge Harper. Nelson, I think,
is the person. Nelson Harper. Do you

know where he lives?

Harper. Harper.

Oh, yeah, he's the fellow your husband
was asking about a little while ago. He

had the address.

Oh, he was lucky, young lady. Your
husband, I mean.

I looked up this Judge Harper in the
phone book.

Nothing. Not listed. But my wife was
there, and she read an article in a

newspaper, the society page, you know.

And this Judge Harper and his wife ran a
big party about three or four weeks ago

for some big shot to Washington, I think
it was.

And in the paper, they listed the
street.

Now, anyway, please, where does he live?

Well, I'm getting to that, lady.

Sunshine Terrace.

I don't remember the exact number, but
it's a big house about three or four

blocks the other side of Palm Canyon.

Big movie star used to live there. Where
can I get a cab?

Oh, right around the corner. You want me
to call?

Somebody might be hurt.

Judge! I'm sorry, sir, but I wish you'd
stay right here.

Then you go.

Somebody's got to help whoever's in that
car.

I'll call an ambulance.

Judge Harper!

I don't think I need to introduce
myself.

Let's go get your car.

Yeah, it must be a runaway.

You drive.

Hey, come on.

Move it.

It's not too late.

Drive. Joe, please.

Drive. Joe, listen to me.

Joe, Joe, listen to me. Come on.

Joe.

Joe.

Inspector,

Holloway's got the judge.

He was seen driving toward Diablo
Canyon.

We're going to have a lot of trouble
getting out. in its desert.

He may be heading deeper into it.

Angle over that way.

Hot, isn't it?

About that, you see, I did a lot of
research on you, Your Honor.

Give it to me.

I suppose this is where you... Where I'm
going to kill you?

You feel up to getting out of the car?

I'm not going to kill you at all.

Not unless I have to.

No, you're going to die like my father
died.

A heart for a heart, so to speak.

Ironic, isn't it?

Listen, son, I... Don't you call me son.

Start walking, Your Honor.

If you make it to that range over there,
I might even give you a reprieve.

Inspector, we've covered Diablo Canyon.

No sign of the judge's car.

See if you can spare some of the units
from Interstate 10.

Have them cover some of the smaller
roads in grid 14.

Check. Over and out.

Well, we've worn out this area.

Try the other side of that rise.

I imagine you're thirsty, too.

You can

have

some, you know.

Just as soon.

As you admit, my father's trial was
rigged.

The trial was honest.

The sentence was fair.

The rest period is over.

Go.

Please. As soon as you admit it.

I can't admit something that isn't true.

It is true.

No.

I can't admit it. Your father and your
uncle were guilty.

Why couldn't you? You said my father was
innocent.

Even if it was a lie, why couldn't you
say it?

I had a chance that way.

I'd have given you some water.

You might have made it to those
mountains.

And I'd have let you go.

Now I'm going to have to kill you.

Me with nothing Do you know

Get down

down in the river

This is the FBI.

Get up and throw your gun down.

back, you hear?

Or his honor gets the next one.

Holloway, you have no chance of escape.

You know that.

I'll send a helicopter back for you as
soon as I get the judge in.

Oh, thanks.

I'm awfully glad you didn't have to kill
him.

Would have been the final act of a
terrible tragedy.

The sins of the father.

He wanted to kill because of a lie. Now
maybe he can...

Live with the truth.

I think I can make it. Thanks.

Joseph Edward Holloway was convicted in
federal court of assaulting federal

officers and extortion.

He was also convicted in state court of
attempted murder.

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