All language subtitles for Route66 - S01E18 (Sleep on Four Pillows)

(light orchestra music)

- They're making em smaller
and smaller and smaller

all the time.

(glass clanking)

- Hey!

(dramatic music)

- Oh don't, you'll
never catch him!

- I won't if I sit here.

Hey!

- Let's not attract
any more attention.

- Why not, are you
working with him?

- With him?

I never saw him before!

- Okay, let's go inside and
find out whose purse he took

and whose suitcase.

- Oh please!

- Come on, come on.

- Alright mac, no tricks now.

- Nice work miss.

I saw you run after him but
I was up on the balcony.

Took a moment to get down here,
but you have him cornered.

- Oh, this is my fiance.

Harrison Hartley the third,

and I was only
running so I could

be with him that much sooner.

- Said some guy grabbed your
suitcase and your purse.

- Oh, the porter,
just the porter.

He's already put
my things in back.

Uh, Harrison dear, we'll
be late to the reception.

(fun orchestra music)

- Okay, here's the way I see it,

my name is Harrison
Hartley the third,

you and I are engaged, and
also we're sort of late

for a reception of
some sort of another.

You're suitcase and your
bag are in the trunk

and the guy that clobbered
me with a pocketbook,

that's just a figment
of my imagination.

Actually, I'm still back there
in front of the bus depot

having a second cup of coffee
I never got the first cup of.

Dig?

(cries)

(slow orchestra music)

(upbeat orchestra music)

- I'll have it laundered.

- Oh, that's okay, keep it.

- No, tears stain, you
know, high saline content.

We're just a walking
chemical lab,

all beakers and test
tubes, aren't we?

- Some of us have names too.

- Jan.

- Hi Jan, I'm Buz.

That was your purse he took,
wasn't it and suitcase?

- My last dime and
my only toothbrush.

- But don't chase him.

- I can't afford to be seen.

Isn't that always the way?

You try to be inconspicuous,
just my stuff he had to steal.

- You look like you should be
in school, not at a bus depot.

You coming or going?

- I am in school.

Not during Easter vacation.

- No home?

- Like I said to the little
man behind the ticket counter,

what do you recommend,
what lovely one-way escapes

are you selling where people
are related, where they're one?

- One what?

- One big happy family.

- Well, when you get there,
you send me a wire and I'll

grab a ticket and join you.

But in the meantime,
where do you call home?

I mean, where can we take you?

- We?

- Oh, my buddy Tod, he's in
there taking a short course

in programming electronic
digital computers.

I mean, it's the latest thing.

I mean, they program
every afternoon at four.

- I don't have a home.

- Well, I mean, no post
office box, no landlord?

Someplace where you keep
your own handkerchiefs?

Well look, I'll be back
in a couple of minutes,

you decide where you want
us to let you off, okay?

- Off the pier in Santa Monica.

- Hm?

- In a burlap bag with
cement blocks in it's feet.

- What?

- That's where they'll drop
em if I made one mistake.

- Look, all I did was ask
you where we can drop you.

- He's been trying to
go straight for years,

but they won't let him.

- They won't let him.

Who's he?

- My father.

He knows too much.

- But why doesn't he
tell you something

about what he knows, like
for instance what your

address is, you know?

- Well I've got to keep moving.

They're following me.

They think I'll lead them
to him, but they're wrong.

They can drop me in
the Pacific Ocean

before I'll betray him.

- Um, following you...

Look who's following you?

- The syndicate.

- What syndicate?

I mean, the diamond syndicate,
the real estate syndicate?

- The mafia.

- Now come on huh.

- My father's a don and you
know how it is in the mafia.

Once a don, always a don.

- And you know what they
call the daughter of a don?

A kook!

And of all the kooks
we met in Hollywood,

you take the blue ribbon.

(light orchestra music)

- Segmentation is
the partitioning of
the object program

into memory loads in those
cases where the memory

is too small to contain
all of the object coding.

Now fully automatic
segmentation occurs only when

the compiler itself determines
the size of each memory load

without indication by the user.

Semi-automatic segmentation
occurs when the compiler uses

programmer supplied
information to determine

memory loads and provides
for automatic reloading

when necessary.

Any questions?

So much for today, tomorrow
we'll start on segment points

and work on the preservation
of loops and tack.

In the meantime,
remember today's lesson.

Each implementer has the
option of providing some type

of segmentation for files and
for working storage, okay?

Class dismissed.

(light orchestra music)

- You find any answers inside?

- Yeah, I'm an implementer,
at least that's what they call

you if you ever
pass this course.

- What do they call
you if you flunk?

- They just pull the
plug and disconnect you,

then I'll know, right?

I mean, business machines
aren't for me, right?

How'd it go with
you, you sell much?

- Eh, it was a slow morning
but the afternoon picked up,

wait till you see.

- Aw Buz, not again.

- No, no, this is
not what you think.

I mean, this wasn't my fault.

It's not one of my customers.

I stopped to have some coffee,

this guys hits me
with his purse.

- His purse?

- Well, I mean, it
wasn't his purse.

- I see, he was
just carrying it?

- No, no, it was Jan's.

I mean, it was her purse.

- Jan?

- Her father's in the mafia
and I'm Harrison Hartley III.

- What else is new?

- I figure you give her a
tenner, we'll take her back

to the bus depot, it's the
least we can do for her.

She's a nice kid,
but she's a kook.

- She's a kook? (grunts)

- [Radio Voiceover] State
senator Ansel Emerson

was reported leaving
Sacramento this morning to fly

home and personally
supervise the search

for the missing girl.

Mr. Ansel Emerson has
not yet been reached,

although his partners in
Brazilia expect to contact him

momentarily in the Amazon area,

where he recently contracted

to build a 350 millions dollar
- 250 million

Industrial complex.
(Jan's voice drowns out)

- Why do they always
have to exaggerate ?

(foot steps)

- [Radio Voiceover] The
girl was last seen--

(asks question in
foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

- You sure don't look the part.

- How should we look?

- You heard about the
Appalachian conference?

- Yeah.

- You know why it was called?

To map strategy
against my father.

There's a million
dollars on his head.

- What's for show?

- Oh, you can laugh.

You don't know what
it is to be a mark.

- Let me ask you something.

What's a jug heist?

- A bank job, strictly
for jug heads.

Right away you pull in the Feds

and there's a flat 25 year
fall if they drop you.

- Well, maybe your
father is a don.

- Boy, I don't know where
you find em. (sighs)

Okay, let's say you're hot.

Let's say the mob is breathing
down the back of your neck.

I don't believe it for a
second, but let's just say it.

What do you want from our lives?

- A hideout, just for
three or four days,

until--

- Until what?

- Until I can communicate
with my father.

Even seeing him
once more before--

- Okay, okay, we'll stick
you to a hotel room.

- Oh no, that's no good.

- No good?

- No, because then
they'll find me

and maybe torture it out of me.

- Torture what you of you?

- Where my father is.

- Well then why don't
we just take you

to where your father is?

- Then we'd all be killed.

No, if I can hind
behind you two,

stay with you all the time,

they'd never ever think
to look for three people.

- Maybe they've
spotted us already.

- No, I don't have that
special feeling I get when

they're near, on the back
of my neck, you know.

Like hackles rising.

Please help me.

- I don't think we can do that.

- I don't blame you
if you're scared.

I'm scared too.

- You think this is
an ordinary jacket?

Bullet poof.

You think this is my real head?

- Solid steel.

Look, we can't keep you with us.

We live at the Hollywood
Hills Junior Executive Club,

no women.

Maybe this'll help.

At least you'll be able
to a room for the night

and maybe by tomorrow ...

- Maybe tomorrow what?

What makes tomorrow any
different than today?

- You better give her two tens,

she's pretty hard to
keep in handkerchiefs.

(light orchestra music)

- Where can we drop you?

- Fifth street.

- In L.A.?

That's skid row.

- I know.

(sad orchestra music)

- Now I know how a guy
feels when he shoots a deer.

- What else could we do?

- Yeah, sure.

- Of course, she only
wanted to stay undercover

three, four days.

- Well, we can't hide her
in a men's residence hall.

- Especially without
outside bathroom.

- Wonder why a nice
looking kid like that

goes off the deep end?

- With a kook like
that, who knows?

(slow orchestra music)

- Gaxton how long have
you been with the agency?

- Oh, two years in
Hong Kong Mr.Baer,

three months in Beverly Hills.

- Baer operative do not wear
trench coats in the states,

particularly not trench
coats with turned up collars.

Well, stand by.

We'll be on the track
in a matter of minutes.

They did teach you the
agency motto, I presume?

- Nobody can hid from a Baer.

- A Baer man.

(military style orchestra music)

(doorbell)

- I don't care how
inconvenient it is for you,

I expect you in on
Thursday night's plane.

(door knocking)

Well don't you supposed
it's cut into my time too?

They're voting on my
Owens Valley Bill tomorrow

and I can't possibly
get back to Sacramento

unless Jan turns up.

And I have half the campaign
committee in the foyer.

We were right in the
middle of mapping strategy

for next election
when Stella called.

No, no, of course we
don't have any idea where

she could have got to or why,

unless, oh no,

it's too terrible
to even discuss.

Stella, you know Stella.

Stell's convinced
she's been kidnapped,

but if anyone had taken her,
I would assume that Stella

would have seen
them, wouldn't you?

And one of her
suitcases is missing.

Kidnappers don't usually
let you pack do they?

No, no, no phone
calls, no ransom notes.

Of course I've contacted the
police and the sheriff's office

and the Baer Agency.

Mr. Baer himself just walked in.

Yes, and the governor's
pledged his full support,

so had the sheriff's office.

Everyone is pitching in, but ...

Oh Frank, you don't think
anything possibly could have

happened to her?

Alright honey,
please do hurry home.

Thank you so much Mr. Baer
for coming over so quickly.

I see that you and Tom have
already become acquainted.

Now, anything you want
to know, just ask.

We want our child
back safe and sound.

No matter what we must do
or how much it may cost.

- I've already taken charge
myself, Mrs. Emerson.

Believe me, no paper
will go unturned.

- No paper?

- We of the Baer agency,
have our own unique methods.

We call one of them
the paper trail.

You see, in our society,
everyone leaves a paper trail,

birth certificates, court
records, finger printing,

doctor's files, auto
registration, social security,

credit cards, bank
accounts, union cards,

everyone's organized.

No longer any individual,
all special groups now.

Cuts down the time in
spotting someone just find

their group and there they are.

- The theory sounds
alright Mr. Baer.

How's the practice?

- Swift, unfailing, conclusive.

- But Jan's only 18.

What groups does she belong to?

- Sorority?

- Sigma Delta.

- Right there, you see,

we check all of her
sorority sisters.

She drive?

- Yes, but her car is
still in the garage.

- Oh, that's a break.

Limits her mobility,
reduces our check points,

means she's using
public conveyances,
buses, trains, planes.

- Then you don't
think she was ...

- Abducted?

Not a chance.

None of the usual indications.

Of course, there is this
question, what child would

deliberately leave a
beautiful house like this when

she had everything
she could ever want

right at her fingertips?

- That's exactly what
I said to the police.

- Unless, she were eloping.

- Well Jan isn't interested in
any boy, not that I know of.

- And any you don't know of?

- Actually, Stella would know
more about that than I do.

- Stella?

- Our housekeeper.

- Well, in any case, I'll
want a recent photograph.

We'll wire it to
our branch cities.

Our men will check hotels,
boarding houses, YWCA's,

and our groundwork contact.

- Groundwork contacts?

- We have quite an empire
of them Mrs. Emerson,

quite a network.

People in a position to watch.

Laundry men, delivery boys,
meter readers, repair man,

cleaners, beauty
parlor operators.

Everybody is a detective
at heart, you know.

And we'll want a run down
of her likes, her dislikes,

her hobbies, her idiosyncrasies,
that sort of thing.

- Stella can tell you more
about that than I can.

Tom, would you ring
for her please?

- And we'll want her schedule

from the very moment
she disappeared.

Which was?

- Well Stella called me
in Sacramento yesterday.

Apparently Jan hadn't
come down for breakfast.

I suppose it was yesterday.

Or possibly it was
the day before.

Well, anyway Stella
went upstairs

to see why she'd overslept.

When she found that her
bed hadn't been slept in

and that one of her
suitcases was missing--

Oh Mr. Baer, Stella.

He's going to find Jan for us.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Stella, now you tell the
gentleman all about Jan's

little habits.

Excuse me Mr. Baer, I've been
advised to utilize maximum

press coverage, but
you stay right here,

I'll take it in the foyer.

You talk it all out.

Tom, now you will have to advise
me about the ransom money.

What amount do you think will
be bring the fastest result?

25,000, 50,000?

- Now, Stella.

- What I can tell you mister.

All I can say is that
she's gone, that's all,

and my life she's gone too.

This big house is like a tomb.

- Now Stella, we mustn't let
ourselves go emotional must we?

Stick to the paper
trail, that's the ticket.

And to do that, we need
to know the background,

all the affiliations, you see.

Now, you went upstairs to
find out why she didn't

come down to breakfast.

This was when, yesterday?

- Three days ago!

- Three days?

But Mrs. Emerson said you
didn't call her until yesterday.

- Oh no, senora.

I call her right away,
as soon as I see that Jan

is not here.

But, she's a busy
woman, I cannot reach
her until yesterday.

- Stella Lombardi.

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

Hello.

- The butler didn't
recognize my voice.

I disguised it.

- Jan!

(speaks in foreign language)

Is everything alright?

(speaks in foreign language)

Jan, what's happening?

What is all this?

- You mustn't worry

but you mustn't tell anyone.

Promise me Stella.

- Yeah, yeah, but your
mother's here and the police.

- Stella the only reason
I'm calling you so that

you won't worry.

But you've got to pretend
you don't know I'm alright.

Please try to understand.

I had to do this.

I had to try.

It's the most important
thing in the world Stella.

Now promise me you won't tell.

- How long must I remain silent?

- Just three days.

If that's not enough, then ...

- Where do you stay?

- I've met two nice young men.

They're very nice and
they're gonna help me.

- Alright, I wait.

I wait and I pray, yeah.

I pray that you sleep on four
pillows and I tell nobody.

- Thank you Stella, I love you.

(dramatic music)

(door knocking)

Close, real close.

I don't think anybody saw me,

but let's not take any chances.

- Oh no.

- Oh, here's your change, $2.30.

I'd spent 20 cents for the bus
plus the cost of the outfit.

You like it?

- Look you gotta be kidding.

You just got to be kidding.

- Well if you had
the trouble I have,

you'd try anything too.

Well what else could I do?

I had to find a place to
hide and you said no women

were allowed here.

- Like they say, clothes
don't make the man.

- Um, why us?

- Oh boy.

- Now look, now wait a
minute, don't start crying.

The walls are very thin here.

- [Tod] Paper thin.

- Why do I always
cry around you?

- Well, maybe you think I'm
sort of a big brother figure.

- But I never cry.

I'm always very happy.

- Sure you are, you're
just a bundle of laughs.

- Okay, what do we do now?

- I'm no trouble.

I can sleep right
here, in this chair.

- Now just a minute young lady.

Nobody--

- Just pretend
I'm another fella.

- I sell them, door to door.

- Uh, where do I brush my teeth?

- Just out the door
and down the hall.

- Look, there's no ladies room.

- Well you can
stand guard outside.

- No, that won't work.

When the fellas are kept
waiting they get very impatient.

- Yeah, it's gets
a little hairy.

- It'll work, it's gotta work.

Please?

- Okay, okay.

Tonight and that's it.

Tomorrow, out.

- But I--

- No, I don't care
what's waiting outside.

Cruel world, happy world.

You go out there like
the rest of the people

and just face right up to it.

- But I need three days.

- Three days!

- Look, it's settled.

And look, stop giving us all
this jazz about the syndicate.

I mean, what do you think we
are a couple of bird brains?

Anybody can see you're just
a, a kook that's on the lamb

from a rock and roll record.

- Look at me Buz.

Is that what you really
think I'm running away from?

(slow orchestra music)

- Okay, I'm sorry, it's
just figure of speech.

I don't know, maybe
your father beats you.

Who knows.

- Heaven and Earth
was made in six days.

What can I do in three?

Unless I can work a miracle too.

But I'll try,
believe me I'll try.

(alarm clock rings)

- Alright, alright.

- If I'd let you sneak it in
you would've turned it off

and gone right back to sleep.

- Oh, let the digital
computers take over.

Let them run the world
this time of the morning.

- Shh.

She sorta gets you, doesn't she?

In the kid sister
department, I mean.

- I just had a thought, a
horrible thought, she's a minor.

- She'll grow out of it,
believe me, in no time at all.

- I mean, they got laws
about things like that.

- She's up on the platform
and we're down on the floor.

It's a charity case.

There's no law against keeping

a kid off the street is there?

- Look I don't care if
her father's in the mafia

or the Optimists, he comes
busting in here and sees

this set up he's
gotta start shooting.

Now when he's through, if
anybody is left standing,

it's gonna be San
Quinton for the duration.

- Now you think of it?

(plucky orchestra music)

(police siren blares)

(car squeals)

- How long has it been Trivers,
since you read your manual?

- I'm sorry sir, I
guess I lost my head.

- We go to a great amount
of trouble and spend a good

deal of money to
prepare these manuals.

Do you know why Trivers?

- Yes sir.

- Suppose you tell me why.

- So the drivers
of the Baer Agency

are not unduly conspicuous.

So the drivers of the Baer
Agency can follow other

vehicles without being
easily detected, so that--

- Drivers of the Baer
Agency are not tagged while

on a tail, thus permitting a
suspect to elude surveillance

while said Baer driver
is receiving a summons.

I'll tell you what
it is Trivers, it's
too much television,

that's what's doing it.

You men are seeing too
many flamboyant examples

of private detection.

Baer operatives and Baer drivers
do not slam on the brakes

in order to make
a showy entrance.

I hope that's quite clear.

- Yeah.

(dramatic military stlye music)

- Thank you for your
prompt call lieutenant.

Ah, these seem to be the
items she took from her closet

and this must be
Weengee, her teddy bear,

goes no where without it
the housekeeper told me.

- And that's her purse.

Money's gone but
apparently nothing else.

Not too good.

- On the contrary lieutenant,
it's quite encouraging.

If she'd been kidnapped they'd
of let her keep her things

to take her mind
off her situation,

to maintain her as close
to normalcy as possible

while they press their
demands for ransom.

So no, I'd say someone stole
her suitcase and her bag,

took what they wanted,
and dumped the rest here.

The carelessness
indicates a petty theft.

A crime of opportunity,
not a major felony.

- Could be, why not?

Bus depot is just
around the corner.

She could have been
buying a ticket and ...

Better get this stuff
downtown to the lab.

(dramatic music)

We'll need that too.

(tsks)

- Too bad, it would have
made a dandy publicity photo.

The Baer Agency, you know.

(military style orchestra music)

- Oh come on, don't
be impatient, let
the guy do his work.

Only a few minutes, relax.

(crowd grumbles)

Relax.

- Look what genius calls
a plumber at this hour?

- Did you ever hear the plumbing
going bad at a decent hour?

- That's right.

- Look the whole set up
can't be out of order.

- Why not?

- Well there's room for a
dozen men at a time in here.

- No, no, no.

(crowd grumbles)

- Alright, okay, let em
do what they have to do

to whatever they
have to do it to,

but some of us
could get in there.

They could work around
us, couldn't they?

- [Crowd] Yeah!

- No, no, no, wait a minute.

It's a complete overhaul,
the whole works.

- That's right, that's right.

Cheaper by the dozen.

- That's right.

Better get in line,
you'll lose your place.

- What is this?

Everything okay?

- I'll take a quick look fella.

- Just one second.

- Yeah, yeah, fine.

- The big problem is what
do we tell em tomorrow?

- There isn't gonna be any
tomorrow if you just keep

saying the magic word San
Quinton, you'll understand why.

(dramatic music)

- What are you trying to
do, show your eyelashes?

Put em on.

And don't smile.

- Well don't boys smile?

- Yes, but when boys smile
they don't look like you do

when you smile.

Anyway, you're gonna go
back to being a girl.

Soon as Buz drops me off at
school, he's bringing you back

here and you're gonna get
your dress out of our room.

(Jan gasps)

What's the matter?

- I took it out of the bundle,
left it hanging in your room!

Hey, and my nylons!

- Look Jan, I'm afraid
our deal is off.

- You can't do
that, you promised.

- How old are you?

- Eighteen.

I cross my heart.

- Can you prove it?

- My birth certificate
was burned.

- Very handy.

- In a bombing attack
against our village.

- What village?

- Porto Empidorcle, Sicily.

- When did this happen?

- Well, it was in July of 43
and I was born in March of 42.

So what's that, 16 months?

I was 16 months.

- Either you're telling the
truth or this country could

use you in central intelligence.

You have all the answers ready.

- Then you'll let me stay?

- I don't know.

Reason says no, charity yes.

I'll talk to Buz.

- Just two more days.

- What could happen in two days?

- That miracle, maybe.

- First station we get to,
you're gonna get into these,

or my name will be
Harrison Hartley III.

- I won't.

My life, my whole
life is at stake.

(slow orchestra music)

- You see Trivers,
a nice smooth stop.

Look around, nobody
paying any attention.

Just another car stopping,
perfect anonymity.

Ordinarily we believe in
cooperating with the police,

usually the best policy,
but in this case,

why don't we just steal
the march on them?

You see Gaxton, all
this hard-guy stuff,

this violence you see on
TV about private eyes?

Pure fiction.

A rank canard, actually.

Baer operatives use their heads.

They don't push people around
because Baer operatives

are never pushed
around by people.

Brains, charm,
that's the ticket.

Well, I'll see what Mr.
Harrison Hartley has to say

before we run him in
and wrap up this case.

(military style orchestra music)

- Are you alright?

Are you alright Mr. Baer?

- You know this computer
inside is supposed to solve

statistical problems in one hour

that would take a
man a year to do.

There's just one little
thing I'd like to ask it,

what makes you tick.

I'll be through at 4 o'clock,
just honk and the old

implementer will
come staggering out.

- What's the subject
for this morning?

- Loops and contact points.

- Well, have a ball.

- Oh, while we're on that
subject, you know with one

of us playing the student
prince, the other one has

to be cutting it in the
rentsville department.

Otherwise, they'll take away
our rice mats at sukiyaki.

Now are you planning to
sell any lotion today

or you just gonna ring bells
and collect door prizes?

- I'm in there pitching
all the way coach.

- Just sell, don't pitch.

- I'll help him.

- It's all I need.

- I'll even write up the orders.

(light orchestra music)

- I'm sure it's her handwriting.

Stella, what do you think?

- Captain, this is
Lieutenant Fielding,

well they confirmed
it, it's her writing.

Yes sir, put him on.

Lee, how are you?

Well you're in it now boy.

It's a kidnap, that's for sure.

Poor kid managed to
jot down a few words,

sneaked out a message.

Don't ask me how.

Mother, they say I only
have two more days.

Pray for a miracle.

Isn't that just like a woman?

Sneaks out a message
and all she can say

is pray for a miracle.

No clue about where they've
taken her or anything

we can sink our teeth into,

except this order form,
it's standard blank.

No company name, but here's
a code number at the bottom,

6TPC143160.

Check that out for us, will you?

It's good to have you with
us, you and the bureau.

We're gonna need help, fast.

Yeah, thanks.

You say your husband's due
back tomorrow Mrs. Emerson?

- Yes.

- Well then sit tight, and
sit close to the phone.

We're got our wire tappings
and listening posts all set.

Now when they call,
try to be calm.

We mustn't panic
them, you understand?

No panic.

(dramatic music)

- Oh I worked this block
yesterday, it's no good.

- What's the matter with it?

- Well, too many
people answer the door.

- Hey, look down there.

How does that look,
all apartments.

You can cover more territory
in one spot that way.

(dramatic music)

(police siren blares)

(door bell rings)

- We happen to know that
the sales blank with the

kidnap message was
sold to your firm.

Now do you mean to tell me
you don't know which of your

salesman has which sales book?

Alright, now just read slowly.

Fred Harper, La
Cienaga to Dohini,

south of Sunset to Melrose.

What?

Buz Murdoch

(dramatic music)

La Brea to La Cienaga

Sunset to Melrose.

Check.

- You're already
handsome enough.

- Sh, just practicing.

You see, it's all in the
approach, that first word,

the grabber, what the sales
personnel call the hooker.

See you gotta give them
something very dynamic,

right here as soon as
they open the door,

so they don't shut
it in your face.

Understand?

- They send you around
in pairs now, huh?

- Oh well, it sort
of leaves me free.

I can save all my energy
for the sales pitching.

I don't have to worry about
carrying the case around.

- I like that, good
public relations.

- First thing they teach us.

Well shall we get to business?

I got a couple of grabbers
in that case there,

I mean, they're the special.

- I'll take a dozen,
what are they?

- Well, it's the face cream,
and perfume, and body powder,

jazz like that.

- Tell your friend
to go somewhere and
write up the order.

You come inside and tell
me more about your product.

- We're not allowed
to enter apartments.

Company rule.

- How do you expect me
to demonstrate if...

- He has a funny voice.

- Well uh, he's a funny kid.

Look kid, give me the case.

The lady wants a dozen and it's
my job to push the product.

(dramatic music)

Wait, just one minute.

I mean, just keep
the same thought,

I'll be right back.

(dramatic music)

- There's one of
their salesman now.

How about starting with him?

- At the corvette?

Now wait a minute,

now wait just a little minute.

- Look I was just gonna make a
sale, not stay for breakfast.

- You protect me, I protect you.

I didn't like her.

- Alright, alright, come on.

- Buz!

I'm getting that feeling
on the back of my neck!

The hackles rising!

- You weren't kidding were you?

There's the big black sedan
and big wheel with the humburg

and the ivy league trench coat.

(dramatic music)

- This your car?

- Who's asking?

- Look Bud, don't
get tough with us.

- They didn't say anything
about two salesmen

in one territory.

What's your name?

- The kid's got a bad throat.

- He looks a little odd.

(punching)

(dramatic music)

- Oh boy do we owe
you an apology.

And all this time we had
you pegged as a kook.

- Maybe I'm gonna cry again.

- Oh, it's alright, we shook em.

- You don't understand.

Because of me you
might have been shot.

Makes me wonder if what I'm
trying to do is worth it.

- Look Jan, there are 10
million things in this world

that aren't worth it.

But when a kid thinks as much
about her old man as you do,

well I'm a sucker for that.

You stick by your guns.

Tod and I, we're gonna
back you all the way now.

(light orchestra music)

- She can't stay here,
not in that dress anyway.

- She's not going to.

- Oh?

- That's what she wants
to talk to us about.

She's changed Tod, you know,
she's really frightened.

- I think we should
go to the police

and insist they protect her.

- No, no, no, I tried that.

She's got something
else on her mind.

- Jan, I don't know where
to start apologizing.

Things we said, doubting you.

- Oh please, let
me do the talking.

Let me try to say
this, if I can.

I'm a liar, a terrible
terrible liar.

Lies are only fun as long
as they don't hurt people.

I can't lie anymore,

not to you anyway.

I've never been to Sicily.

I've never even been out
of southern California.

Stella told me about Porte
Embidocle, the bombings,

and a lot of other things.

She taught me to speak Italian.

And the mafia and all
that gangster talk,

the jug heist and the feds.

I guess I just got all
that from television.

- What were you trying to prove?

- What was all that stuff about
you needing three more days

and who were the guys
in the black limousine?

- Just go along with me.

My daddy's not back yet,
not till tomorrow night.

But after what happened today,

I just couldn't wait any longer.

Tod, can you get me into
the building tonight?

Oh, not this place,

the one at school where that
big machine is, the calculator?

- I guess so, I know the
watchman Fergie, I can try.

Why?

- It's a place nobody
would ever think of.

I can be alone with
my mother there.

(light orchestra music)

(telephone rings)

- Hello.

- Mother?

- Jan!

Jan are you alright.

- Mother I'm alright,
do you understand that?

Nobody's harmed me.

If you want to see me again,
this is what has to happen,

you have to meet me
tonight, alone at 9 o'clock,

in the business administration
building at UCLA.

There's a computing
machine there.

I'll be there.

If you come alone without
detectives, without police,

I'll be alright.

If anybody tries to arrest
the people who bring me,

I don't know what'll happen.

Do you understand all that?

Can you do it?

- Yes, yes darling I can do it.

- The ransom, what
about the ransom?

- The money, how
much to they want?

- I'll tell you
that when I see you.

(dramatic music)

Oh please leave now.

If everything works out
alright I'll call you tomorrow,

I promise.

- Well that's one side of it.

Supposing everything
doesn't work out alright?

- We mustn't even think that.

- I don't know what's going
on, the door's unlocked.

Fergie was supposed to meet
us here and let you in.

Well, good luck.

(kiss smack)

(light orchestra music)

(dramatic music)

- Darling, oh, don't cry,
don't cry, it's alright now.

It's alright now.

Oh what you must've
been through.

Oh what a nightmare.

- It was all make
believe mother.

It never happened.

I did it deliberately.

The note, the dress,
I did it to shock you.

There wasn't any other way.

(slaps)

- Oh, what a contemptible
and shameless thing to do.

- Is it shameless to want

to be loved by your
mother and father?

I don't care about you being
a senator in Sacramento

or daddy building
another city in Brazil.

I want us to be together.

- Jan!

Jan I thought you'd
grown up more than that.

You know I don't
believe in smother love.

Your father and I have a
right to live our own lives

and our own careers, just as
you will have someday to yours.

Maybe we've all let
it happen too soon.

- I still want to
stay a child mother.

Just a little while longer,
for us to have a little

more time together, before
I grow up and go away

and become a woman.

That's all I'm asking.

That's the ransom, if
you want me home again.

- Child, I do.

Daddy does, we all do.

- Then show it mother.

Oh please show it.

- What do I pay you Gaxton?

- Uh, 250 a month Mr.
Baer and expenses.

- From now on you're
getting 500 a month.

I mean, you were right
about the trench coats.

Guys in our racket need em.

I mean this is a tough, hard
hitting way to make a buck.

We're in the front lines,
aren't we, in the trenches?

- Yes sir! (laughs)

- I want an order issued to
all key city branches at once.

Hereafter, uniform of the
day for all Baer operatives,

is trench coats, collars up.

(dramatic music)

Alright Trivers, cut out.

(light orchestra music)

- You mean to sit there and
tell me the whole family

went off to Brazil and left
you this crazy pad rent free?

- That's right.

Well, at least till
they get back anyway.

- Some people have all the luck.

- Come on, let's go for a swim.

- Me, I'm gonna get a sun tan.

(screams)

(fun orchestra music)