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for death reason to contact Hammond and
no way to do it.

You have no idea where he is?

He left there four days ago.

He said he'd be back in three.

By Mason's calculations, that means he
could be gone for over a week.

I don't want to see his reputation
tarnished.

Well, I'm not interested in his
reputation.

I'm interested in his life.

You're wasting your time, Mason. There's
only one way out.

Mine. How long do you think you can keep
me here?

My wife's called the police by now. It's
only a matter of time until they find

it.

You don't have that much time, believe
me, Mason.

Twelve hours is all you've got left.

Help!

Help! Help! Help anybody!

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Ephraim Zimbalist Jr., also starring
Philip Abbott and

Shelley Novak, with guest stars Robert
Foxworth, special guest star

Don Porter.

Tonight's episode, The Lost Man.

South, California.

Mighty good thing, because that's the
way you're walking.

What a fellow. No sense of humor. Come
on, get in.

Thanks.

A lot of people in L .A. Maybe you know
them, too.

No, I don't think so. What do you do for
a living?

Odd jobs.

Me? I'm a dry goods salesman. I have
customers halfway along Oregon and

California.

Takes a lot of driving to cover the
territory.

Man gets so he needs someone to talk a
few words back to him, if you know what

mean.

Look,

if it's all the same to you, I don't
want to talk.

Well, that's why I picked you up.

Are you some kind of a jerk?

Pull over.

Huh? Pull over!

Crazy. Do a guy a favor and... Okay,
mister, you've got it.

Get out.

What?

Get out!

What, are you crazy?

On the afternoon of February 23rd, a
California highway patrolman was

injured as he pursued a speeding vehicle
bearing Oregon plates.

When salesman John McKenzie positively
identified escaped federal prisoner Greg

Davidson as the driver of the car and
the patrolman verified it, the FBI

concentrated its search in California.

Any words from the California Highway
Patrol?

They've got roadblocks up.

But it was a while before the patrolman
was able to flag a ride.

Ready? I've run it down, Mr. Ward. All
right.

You can bet your life I'm going to
appeal. I was framed.

Are you accusing Congressman Stanley?

I'm saying I never blackmailed him. I'm
saying I never got a half a million

dollars from him. His testimony was a
lie?

I never got an attache case from him. I
never met the man.

How come a nationally syndicated
columnist, a prize -winning journalist

Mason Hammond, refused to testify on
your behalf?

He never even wrote a column trying to
defend you. How do you account for that?

I don't know.

Maybe pressure from the publisher.

Stanley's an important man. He's got
clout. Excuse me.

Please.

with less than a year to serve.

There's no family or close relatives.
Doesn't give us much to go on.

What about Mason Hammond? They were
tight until the trial.

Well, that's an idea.

I'll have the San Francisco office
locate him, see if he'll cooperate.

After we've talked to his cellmates at
McNeil Island, we should have a broader

picture.

Yes, I'd like to make a person -to
-person call to San Francisco.

Mason Hammond, 885 -0714.

Area code's 415.

All right, operator. I'll try again
later.

Yeah, listen, I'll keep my eye out for
the car.

I'm this Davidson.

Well, if you do, call the office and
they'll notify one of us down at the

roadblock. All right, listen, how far
down is it? Oh, we're about a mile from

here. Okay.

Look, how many times I gotta say it?

Davidson and me weren't exactly pals.

He lived in his head, not with the rest
of us.

You were his cellmate for three years.

Are you telling me he never talked about
escaping?

He might have. We all do.

Where would he go?

He never talked.

Colfax, according to the other
prisoners, you and Davidson were not

You were the closest friend he had here.
Now, for the last time, where was he

going? You want a mind reader? Go find a
sideshow.

He's got a gun, Colfax, and you're his
friend.

You want to see him use it and spend the
rest of his life in this place?

Mason Hammond.

What about him?

Well, every night for about the last six
months.

After he read the old guy's column.

He'd be so uptight you couldn't get a
word out of him. Did you ever ask him

about it?

Yeah, I asked him plenty of times.

All he said was Hammond took him.

He was going to pay for every day he
spent in the can.

What's the problem, officer? May I see
your license and the registration for

vehicle? Sure.

License?

Would you open the camper, Mr. Porter?

I'll do it.

My daughter's back here. I hope she's
not asleep.

Is there anything the matter, Mom?

No problem. I'm sorry to bother you,
Miss.

Who are you looking for?

An escaped convict. I wouldn't pick up
any hitchhikers.

You want a sandwich? We won't be
stopping for a while.

Mother, do what he says, please.

That's pretty strange, isn't it?

I mean, a man like Mason Hammond doesn't
just drop out of sight.

Well, apparently he goes into airtight
seclusion somewhere in San Francisco

he's on a writing deadline.

Even his household staff doesn't know
where he is.

What about his wife?

She left home early this morning and
hasn't returned.

We've got agents out looking for her.
We're also trying to track down any

friends or associates who might know of
Hammond's hideaway.

Well, let me know if you come up with
anything.

I found a great place to have lunch.

Come on.

Hold it.

What is this?

I'm going to kill you, mister, but I
won't if I have to.

What do you want?

You have a map of California?

Yeah, in the cab.

Tell your wife to get it.

Honey, get the California map off the
front seat.

Mister, what are you doing?

Shut up.

Wait a minute. You want us to follow
this road all the way to Los Angeles?

All the way to L .A.

Look, mister, let them go. I'll take
you.

They won't say anything.

No, we are going together. One big happy
family all the way to L .A.

Your daughter will keep me company. You
two up front. And don't stop for

anything unless I tell you to.

Okay? Now get moving.

A life or death reason to contact
Hammond. And no way to do it.

You have no idea where he is?

He left there four days ago.

He said he'd be back in three.

By Mason's calculations, that means he
could be gone for over a week.

He never contacts you during the time
he's gone?

Only if he wants one of the research
boys to dig him up some facts.

And even then he calls in.

Mason is on a deadline.

There's nothing that can stop him,
except maybe to eat and sleep.

And sometimes he doesn't even get around
to that.

I've asked him a dozen times where he
goes, and he says he doesn't want to be

bugged, especially by his editor.

In other words, his wife is the only
person who might know where he is.

I didn't say that.

Now, unless Mason has changed his
pattern in the last four years,

Davidson could find him if he wants to.

Mr. Crawford, do you have any idea why
he'd say Hammond had double -crossed

Maybe he's angry because Hammond
wouldn't lift a finger to defend him.

Are you sure that's all it is?

If there's anything else, I sure don't
know about it.

Yeah, what is it?

All right, just a minute. For you, sir.

Berskin.

Located Mrs. Hammond. She's been on a
sailboat all day. She's pulled into the

marina. It's about ten minutes from
here.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm supposed to see Mr. Franklin.

Room 28, right?

Yes, 28.

Thanks.

Who is it? Mr. Franklin, we want to
check your heating unit, sir.

Working fine.

Well, we just want to replace the
filter, sir. It'll only take a second.

Craig, when'd you get out?

I broke out.

Well, how'd you find me?

Well, you've always used the name
Franklin, and you always stay here.

I'm glad to see you're a creature of
habit.

But why, Greg, why? You'd have been
released in another year.

With my share waiting.

Put the gun away. You don't need that
with me.

That's right, I forgot. You're my
friend.

How did you used to put it?

Like a father.

We made a deal.

You had one lousy year left. Now you've
turned the spotlight on both of us.

Share and share alike.

And now I want my share right now,
Mason.

You've got to be crazy.

You think I've got $250 ,000 lying
around a hotel room?

How much of it is left?

Your share or all of it?

Well, according to the grapevine, you
must have been dipping into it.

I hear you've discovered the horses
again, and like always, they're not

for you. Now, I didn't take the rap for
both of us and serve four years to end

up without a dime.

Your word is wrong.

We agreed we wouldn't touch that money
from the minute we suspected the bills

were marked that Stanley had set a trap.

Now, you've just got to cool off now,
Craig.

You want me to help you get out of the
country? I will.

But that's the only move open to us.

You're desperate? I'll mail it to you.

Brazil, anywhere. No good.

Greg. No more words, Mason.

Money. I don't want to hear about your
wife and your kids and your

grandchildren.

I felt for that the last time when we
made this little deal. I trusted you and

you stuck it to me. Now it's my turn.

Greg, you're crazy.

Don't.

It's my wife. If I don't ask her, she'll
worry.

Greg, be reasonable.

Prison taught me to be unreasonable.

Now, I'm going to show you just how
unreasonable I can be, Mason.

Let's go.

He's not answering.

He never goes out when he's on a
deadline.

Where is he?

At the Bayview, a hotel midtown.

Room 28.

Well, as soon as we reach him, Mrs.
Hammond, we'll have him call you.

This one.

Mine is parked in the next row.

You know, the trouble with you, Mason,
you think everybody's stupid.

This one here, now you get in and you
drive.

Mr. Franklin, this is the death clerk.
Are you in there?

Mr. Hammond!

Mates don't leave half an hour ago.

Where are we going?

My place.

I want to show you my etchings.

I have a right to know.

Where are you taking me?

I don't take orders anymore, Mason. I
give them.

Don't make her a joke!

Yeah, yeah, that's the guy.

Where was it?

Uh, wait a minute, um... Oh, I had a
lousy night.

Six crummy fares, ate up a whole tank of
gas.

I mean, it didn't even make expenses, or
else I would have come in here sooner.

Right, Mr. Gates, where was it?

Uh, well, it was about two in the
morning, a couple of blocks east of

Street. He jumped out of a camper.

The license number... Oregon license,
K754801.

Thanks, Mr. Cage.

Big help.

Oh, any time I can be of help.

Yes,

this is Daniels. I'd like to dictate a
teletype.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Yes, I'd like a teletype located on
Oregon license plates K754801.

You want something?

You know what I want.

And you know how much it's going to cost
you to get out.

Why, you want a check or whom I
promised?

Cash, Mason.

I want it all in cash.

Do you agree to my terms?

Take a trip to your vault?

Greg, I swear to you, you're asking
blood from a stone.

If you put that gun to my head right
now, I'll tell you the same thing.

The story you heard in jail is true.

I had a hot streak going for a while.

You're going to pay interest on your
dough.

And suddenly, every photo I lose...

Dice kept coming up, snake eyes.

I've lost it, Greg.

Every last cent.

That's too bad.

But you still owe me a debt.

A quarter of a million dollars.

I want my share of the take.

Greg, you've got to get it through your
head. There is no money.

I'm sorry.

That's the truth.

always were a liar mason there must be
something left

30 40 grand whatever

it is i want it and you're gonna give it

that's the camper let's go

It's car six, William, that low -peat on
the camper. We just picked it up about

a mile north of Santa Barbara.

Alert the FBI.

Your husband's car was still where he
last parked it.

We haven't Paul Point's bulletin out on
the car Davidson presumably stole, but

so far there's no sign of it.

No sign of it. And no sign of my
husband.

How could you let Davidson get as far as
San Francisco?

There wasn't a great deal we could do
about it, Mrs. Hammond.

We are doing everything in our power to
find them both before... Why don't you

say what you mean?

Before Davidson kills my husband.

If that's what he had in mind, it
probably already would have happened at

hotel.

You know, Mrs. Hammond, if we knew the
basis of your husband's association with

Davidson, it would be of enormous help.

Inspector Erskine, my husband's a great
journalist and a great man.

He's been responsible for more reforms
than most of the politicians in this

country put together.

He's carried by the leading newspapers
in every major city.

He's exposed corruption, campaigned for
every ideal imaginable.

He's influenced the thinking of millions
of people over the years he's been

writing. Yes, I'm aware of that, Mrs.
Hammond.

I don't want to see his reputation
tarnished.

Well, I'm not interested in his
reputation.

I'm interested in his life.

Davidson was guilty.

But so was my husband.

Don't you understand?

It was my husband who dreamed up the
idea to blackmail Congressman Stanley.

When it looked like they were going to
be caught, he talked Greg into keeping

quiet about Mason and accepting the
blame.

How long have you known this?

For a long time now.

One day, Mason owed a fortune to
bookmakers, then suddenly he was out

under, free and clear.

I kept asking him how he'd pulled it
off, paid off.

Finally, he blew up and told me
everything.

Made me swear never to throw it up to
him.

Beg my forgiveness.

I love my husband.

I always will.

So you agreed.

So did Greg.

All right, it was wrong, but I'd do it
again.

After all, who's Greg Davidson to me?

Right now, Mrs. Hammond, he's the man
who has the power of life and death over

your husband.

You're wasting your time, Mason. There's
only one way out.

Mine.

How long do you think you can keep me
here?

My wife's called the police by now. It's
only a matter of time until they find

us.

You don't have that much time, believe
me, Mason.

Twelve hours is all you've got left.

Why didn't you try to pay? That would
put you only a few inches from the break

in the roof.

I'll get out of here, Davidson.

I will get out of here.

You just keep saying that to yourself.

You say it between every breath.

You say it every minute for the next 12
hours.

And you realize that every man in every
prison is saying it right along with

you.

Saying it doesn't mean it's going to
happen.

You know something?

When they get you back, they're going to
put you in an asylum instead of a cell.

You know, you've got a lot of guts,
Mason.

Your life hanging by a thread.

You're still lying.

You were right, Pat.

You have changed.

I remember you when you were a human
being.

I remember.

When I thought you were some kind of a
god.

Everything I wanted to be.

I believed your lies then.

I'd have gone to the wall for you.

Now, unless you get me some money in
borrowed hours, I'm going to kill you.

The terrible part is...

I never saw him leave. He tied me up and
left me in the bunk.

How about you, Mr. Porter?

He ordered us to stay in the front till
we got to Los Angeles.

I did have to slow down for traffic
several times, though. He could have

out anywhere.

Miss Porter, you were inside the camper
when Davidson appeared.

Where was it?

At a gas station just before the
roadblock.

What kind of station was it?

Well, it was one of those discount
places.

All I remember is a lot of cars and some
towing equipment.

Did he say exactly where in L .A. he
wanted to go?

No, I'm sorry.

He just said L .A.

I don't know if it means anything, but I
noticed there was something missing

from my first aid kit when I got free.

Um, some adhesive tape.

You take anything else?

Oh, yes, my father's ski parka.

Be crazy, Mason, don't you know you can
get blood poisoning like that?

Let me ask you a question, just out of
curiosity.

Did you really think Stanley would sit
still for blackmail?

The rumor that his daughter was a drug
pusher had been cocktail chanted for

months.

You never did show me your proof.

Did you really have any?

Greg, I think you'd be disappointed if I
had some real money and gave it to you.

You're kidding yourself.

You're not after cash, you're after
blood.

Well, if you really believe that.

Why don't you try to cheat me?

You know, when I was in prison, there
was a guy who'd been there only eight

when he hung himself.

It wasn't easy to do. They keep an eye
on things like that.

You're smarter than me.

It is registered to McKenzie.

The bus schedule.

Tacoma to Tahoe is underlined.

McKenzie wouldn't be taking a bus.

It must be Davidson's.

What about Porter's map showing us he
was headed for L .A.? Show looks as

he's trying to hide his tracks.

We better get to Tahoe. Right.

Thank you.

Sheriff. Inspector Erskine. Special
Agent Daniels. Inspector.

Gentlemen. I got the information you
wanted, Inspector.

It's the same Greg Davidson I knew. He
grew up about 15 miles from here. Up

Wilson Street.

Sounds pretty desolate.

Wilderness area.

We'll see.

These gentlemen are from the FBI.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah, two men.

One's medium height, gray hair, middle
50s.

No, I ain't seen anybody like him.

How about a Greg Davidson? He used to
live around here somewhere.

Well, I know him ever since he was a
kid.

Him and his dad had a place back up in
there.

But I ain't seen him in a long time.
Ever since he went off to college.

Dad died a couple of years back.

Place still there?

Well, what there is left of it.

You can't get back in there.

Early this morning, a slide closed the
road off. Happens all the time up here.

Somebody could have gotten in there last
night.

Well, somebody did.

I got a lot of supplies missing.

Tools, food, barbed wire.

That's what I was fixing to look for
when you come.

Well, it's probably just some kids out
hunting. They don't know what they're

getting into up here.

Can you get us there?

Well, that's a long haul. It's risky.

We'll have to take that risk, Mr.
Wilson.

Well... All right. My son will try to
get you there.

I said help me. Help me.

Honey.

There isn't any.

Honey, why would I lie to you now? I
can't see. Help me. Help.

If you fall right now, nobody will ever
know what happened out here.

Davidson, FBI.

If you shoot, he dies.

He dies and you'll be held responsible.

Everything.

Everything.

My wife.

Why did she tell you I was guilty,
Inspector?

She figured saving your life was more
important.

My life is over anyhow.

I'm sorry, Gray.

You're four years too late, Mason.

Greg Davidson was convicted in federal
court of escaping from a U .S.

penitentiary and interstate car theft.

He was convicted in state court of
kidnapping and aggravated assault.

Mason Hammond was convicted of violating
the federal extortion statute.

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