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- In practically
all important respects,

this is a true story.

Wherever possible, we have
used the original locations

and even the actual words spoken.

It is the account of a
family, the Courtier family.

There they are.

Gene, Doris, and their two kids,

who, because of one of those
passing split second decisions

learned that The Night Holds Terror.

Jack Kelly is Gene Courtier.

Hildy Parks is Doris Courtier.

Vince Edwards, John
Cassavetes and David Cross

as the three vicious criminals
who invaded their lives.

What happened to the
Courtiers could happen to you!

I had been to Los Angeles

and was returning home.

See, I lived at the
Edwards Air Force Base,

that's out in the desert near Mojave.

I had a wonderful family and a good job.

What more could a man ask for?

Then I spotted a fellow
trying to hitch a ride.

That's how it all began,

on the afternoon of February 16th, 1953.

It was one of those quick
impulsive decisions,

but I stopped.

I go as far as the dry lake road.

It's just outside of Mojave.

- That's far enough.

Take you as far as Edwards.
- You work at the air base?

- Yeah, I'm at North American.

- At first I thought this was a Lincoln.

These Mercs look a lot
like 'em in the front.

- Yeah, but it's a smooth
little buggy though.

You really skim right along in it.

- Suppose you hold it at 50?

- Why 50?

- Because I say so.

With this.

Exactly at 50 buddy, on the dot.

- This is a stinkin' trick.
- Yeah, I know.

- Better watch those bumps.

She's got a hair trigger

and will go off at the least little jar.

- Okay, okay, so I'm
doing everything you say.

- You just better keep it up, mister.

Now let's have your wallet, come on.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- But you sure picked the wrong car.

- 10 bucks?

That's all you got?

- I spent the rest.

That's why I went into LA this morning,

to get some parts for a
hi-fidelity recorder I'm building.

They're right there in the back.

- Fellas aren't gonna be happy about this.

Not happy at all.

- Why are you doing that?

- They'll be catching
up to us pretty soon.

They're kinda skittish about
having you see their faces.

- Oh.

- I wouldn't try looking
back if I were you!

- Look, you got all my
money, what more do you want?

Why don't you let me go?

- It's not that simple, buddy.

Now you just drive straight ahead.

I'll tell you where to turn off.

- It
was just before Redman

that they made me turn off
on this little-used road

that wound its way to
the Rosamond Dry Lake.

It was a wild and desolate
part of the country

bordering on the Mojave desert.

Why, why had I stopped
to give that guy a lift?

I was taking a chance, I knew that!

Yet, nearly everyone's picked up

a hitch-hiker one time or another.

Haven't you?

- Now put both hands on the wheel.

Keep your eyes straight
ahead of you, understand?

Okay, now slide out.

Slide out carefully.

Don't try to look around.

You just don't try anything
out of line, buddy!

- All right, take one look
in my direction, fella

and I'll kill you now, it's that simple.

- You know how much dough this drip had?

10 bucks.

10 lousy bucks.

- You shoulda stopped a Lincoln.

- So, I thought it was a Lincoln!

'Cause Mercs look a lot like 'em.

- Take your coat and shoes off.

- What do you guys want,
what are you gonna do?

- I said take that coat off!

Come on.

Now walk straight ahead of you.

All right, lie down on your face!

I hope for your sake you
haven't been holding out on us.

- You sure drew a blank.

- What am I, psychic?

How am I supposed to know

how much dough this guy's carrying?

- How do you want it, buster?

Straight in the head
while you're lying there

or do you want to run for
it and get it in the guts?

- Why do you have to kill me?

Why?

- Never heard of a stiff
fingering a guy, did ya?

There's your answer.

- But he hasn't seen us.

- He did me.

- Fellas, give me a break.

I promise I won't go to
the cops, I promise it!

Why should I over a lousy 10 bucks?

If you'll just let me go...

- Fat chance.

- But I got a wife and two kids!

You've gotta listen to me!

- Shut up!

It's about time you got a
few notches on your gun.

How about it?

- This is your idea.
- Are you yella?

- Maybe, if not wanting to
kill a guy is being yella.

- All right!

You haven't got the
guts, I'll do it myself.

- Could be you need glasses.

- Are you kidding?

Anyone could see I was only
trying to nick his ear.

- Yeah, yeah, that's a good one.

- All right, I'll prove it to ya!

I'll do it again!

How 'bout it, fella?

Did I hit it that time?

- If you're gonna kill me,
get it over with, will ya!

- That did it.

- Told ya not to move.

- Maybe I hadn't made up my mind before.

Now I gotta let you have it.

This'll be a dead shot
right between the eyes.

- It's a shame killin' a guy for 10 bucks!

A stinkin' shame!

- Maybe you got something there.

Could be that we don't
have to kill him at all.

That is, for only 10 bucks.

- Meaning what?

- Is that Mercury in your name?

- Yeah.

- Oh listen, that car's plenty hot.

We could never unload it.

- We're not going to,
where's the pink slip?

- I still owe a couple
hundred bucks on it.

The pink slip's at Stranske Motors.

- Where are they?

- It's right over there in Lancaster.

I'll help you sell it.

I'll even sign the pink slip over to you.

I'll do anything you say!

- What do you think?
- I like it.

- I don't like it, it's too risky.

- But I'll cooperate
with you in every way!

You can count on it!

- That we can.

- That car's worth at
least two thousand dollars.

You fellas can realize
$1,800, that's a lot of dough!

- Brush yourself off.

Take one look toward our license plates

and we'll kill you now.

- He told the truth all right.

It's his car, and the
legal owner's Stranske.

- Come on, let's get started.

- By the way, fella--
- His name's Gene Courtier.

- Lives over at that
housing project at Edwards.

- Anyway...

Don't let that ear business fool you.

I'm a dead shot.

That yellow flower over
there, do you see it?

- Yeah.

- Now you don't.

Do I make my point?
- Perfectly.

- Now let's go.

I'll follow.

- I don't want you to look
back toward the other car.

Lie in the back, keep your head down.

- You try anything funny,
Courtier, you'll get a slug.

Here's how, just that easy.

- Tell him you want the money in cash.

That's a must.

- We'll cook up a good
reason for it right now.

- I'd read
about the bodies being found

in the desert with a
bullet hole in the head.

I figured once they got
their hands on the money,

my turn would be next.

- Don't get any funny ideas
in your head Courtier,

like trying to outsmart us.

- Guess you know by now we mean business.

- If I have to, I'll kill
everybody in the place.

- It was hard to believe

that this was really happening,

in broad daylight in a car
showroom on a busy street,

yet I was but a split-second from death!

The length of time it
would take to draw a gun!

Slim as my chances were, I'd
have to make a break for it!

Now!

It was then that I noticed this side door.

It was wide open.

Could I make it?

I wondered...

It was all a matter of odds.

How quick could he get out his gun?

How quick could I make the door?

The car would offer some protection

if I could crouch low enough as I ran.

It meant taking a desperate chance.

But I'd made up my mind
to make a try for it.

This was it!

Then something happened.

I couldn't take the risk of that woman

and little boy getting killed!

Why did they have to show
up at this very moment?

I was trapped, I knew it.

But all I could do now
was play along with them,

make it seem like I was on the level.

100 percent on the level.

Hope and pray for some kind of a break.

- I can't do $2,400, fellas.

Best I can do is $2,000, tops.

- Okay, make it 21 and it's a deal.

- Sorry fellas.

$2,000's my sealing.

- That car's worth at least
$2,100 and you know it.

- Then you better take
it to somebody else.

- All right, Mr. Stranske.

But it must be in cash, all cash.

- All cash?
- Yeah.

- Then you won't take my check?

- Well, my wife had an accident.

She's up in a hospital in Oakland.

She was visiting her folks and--

- That's why he's gotta sell the car.

He needs the money right away.

- But even so, it's right unusual.

Besides, the banks are all
closed after three o' clock.

- How much cash do you have?

- 500 bucks, maybe.

You'll still have to come around

for the rest in the morning.

- But I should leave tonight!

- Then I'm sorry.

- Well...

I guess you'll just have
to wait until morning.

- Come on in the office, fellas.

- You go get a cab.

- All right, Mr. Courtier.

- I work at North American.

I bought the car here in the first place.

Matter of fact, you
still got the pink slip.

- You want a drink?

- Never needed one worse.

- Silver Saddle.

- Hey, passengers have
to ride in the back!

- That's okay.

Let's have it.

- And again I had

that almost overpowering
urge to run for it!

Bullet in the back was better than this.

They were planning something new.

That much was for sure.

- Gimme a screwdriver.

- Double shot of anything.

- I got bad news for you, Courtier.

Those fellas are mean babies.

- So?

- So they want the rest of that dough.

That makes it rugged.

- But I'll stay in the car.

I'll go to a hotel with you.

I won't give you any trouble.

- I know you won't.

But how about your wife?

What's she gonna do when you
don't show, that's what--

- Look I don't care what you do with me,

but leave my family out of this!

- Watch it!

Remember fella, we got your
address off the registration.

We know where your family
lives, so take it easy.

- That trigger-happy guy
isn't going to my house.

I don't care what happens.

- Knock it off!

Be smart.

They just as may put a slug in you is not.

Besides, if you try anything stupid,

they take it out on your family.

Your only chance is to
play along with them.

- Okay, let's go, we're leaving.

Come on, back door.

Come on, let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Your house.

- My house?

You wouldn't really go to my house.

You wouldn't do that!

Look, I can call my wife and
make a good excuse to her

for not being there.

She won't give you any
trouble, I promise it!

Oh please, you can
stand right by the phone

when I talk to her,

you can hear everything I say, every word!

- Look, Courtier.

We're not taking any chances with you.

We're going to your house,
so stop your yappin'!

- There's nothing you can do about it.

- He was so right.

What could I do?

Even if I did get away,

I couldn't run the risk of them
taking it out on my family.

- Give him the tape glasses.

Put 'em on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

- One
thing was dead certain,

they wanted to make plenty sure

I didn't get a look at
their license plates.

- We'll take the long way around.

I want it to be good and
dark when we reach his house.

- If you hadn't owned that jalopy,

you'd be lying out in the
middle of the desert right now,

with a bullet in you.

You know that, don't you Courtier?

- Is your wife pretty?

- Yes, why?

- He's the most dame-crazy
jerk I've ever seen.

He can't keep his hands off women.

- Who?

- The one that got fresh
with that taxi driver broad.

- Thanks for warning me.

What's it worth to you to get
my family and me out of this?

- Skip it, there's not a chance.

- Would 10 thousand bucks interest you?

- Ah, you're nuts.

Where you gonna get that kind of lettuce?

- My dad.

You heard of those Courtier markets in LA?

- And he'll give me 10
grand, just like that?

- Look, I'll make it 20.

You can have the money in the morning.

Take my word for it!

- Not interested.

You're goofin' off.

You think I'd cross these guys up

and get a slug in my head

just 'cause of a screwball
promise like that?

How dumb do you think I am?

- Please believe me, I'm on the level.

Take my word for it!

- Cut it out.

- Daddy, where have you been?

- Mommy was sure worried about you!

- Where have you been?

You promised you'd be
home by three o' clock!

I've been frantic!

- Mommy, the man's got a gun!

- Why has he got that
gun on you Daddy, why?

- Honey, I've been held up.

Honey, you've got to take it easy.

- Why is he here?

What's he doing in the house?

- Look, you and the kids
get in the back room.

I'll explain everything to
you just as soon as I can.

- Tell me now, I want to know!

What about you?

- Honey, everything will
be all right, just hurry!

- Hope you don't mind
us using your garage.

- Go down to your bedroom, now run!

- There's no sense in
him leaving the car out

for the neighbors to stare at.

- Honey, would you get
out of here, please hurry!

- No one here but his wife and kids.

They're in the bedrooms back there.

- Boy, electronics must pay off.

The guy's loaded.

- Any guns in the house?

- No.

I'm afraid to keep one around
because of the children.

- You'd better not be lying to me.

Check every drawer and
closet just to play safe.

Where's the phone?

- It's right over there.
- I'll cut the wires.

- No, phone company might get suspicious

and send someone out.

Check the back rooms, make
sure they can't get away.

You stay here.

While we're here you'll
do exactly as I say,

and I mean exactly!

- Look fella you got a wife and
a couple of kids back there.

You better not start anything.

- You're pretty brave with that gun

in your hand, aren't you?

- Relax, take it easy.

Got the whole night to go yet.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

What do you want with us?

- I'll ask the questions, sweetheart.

Now you just don't try
screamin' or anything like that.

Do just as you're told and
we're gonna get along OK.

Anybody likely to drop in here tonight?

- No, no one that I know of.

- Sure are a couple of nice looking kids.

- You wouldn't dare touch them!

You wouldn't dare!

- Hey, you're imagining
things, sweetheart.

We're nice guys, we don't
want to hurt anybody.

That is, if we can help it.

Now you wouldn't try anything foolish

like trying to get out that
window there, would you?

Remember, we got a gun
trained on your old man.

And don't you forget it.

- I don't know what you want
with us, but get out of here!

- OK.

I never expected to find a
sharp lookin' doll like you

stuck out here in the
middle of the sticks.

It's all right, Stevie.

It's all right.

- Didn't find anything in the bedrooms.

- Well, there are other rooms!

- You know, you're some host.

How about a drink?

- None for me.

- Didn't you say that thing
had a hair trigger on it?

- Yep.

- Well the safety catch is off,
in case you didn't know it.

- I know it.

- Expecting any calls?
- No.

- You expecting any calls?

- Gene's dad, I
talked to him earlier.

- What about him?

- He lives in LA, I
thought he must have seen Gene.

I told him I'd call him
back when Gene got here.

- Answer it!

- No Doris, stay where you are.

I don't want you to see his face.

- It's a little late to be
worrying about that, isn't it?

Didn't you hear what I said?

Answer that phone!

- No, I'll get it!

- I wouldn't try it if I were you, buster.

- You want me to come
in there and get you?

Come on, hurry up.

Come on, come on!

If it's his old man,
tell him everything's OK.

Make it sound natural.

- Say one word out of line,
it's gonna be your last.

- Should've answered it sooner.

Don't stall around like
that again, I'm warning you!

- Hello?

Dad!

No, you had the right number before.

Gene?

He had a little tire trouble.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Goodbye.

- Did you call anyone
else about him being late?

- You better tell him, honey.

- The state police.

- What did you say?

- Gene was late and I was worried.

I called Harry Osmond.

- He's a friend of ours.

- Then what?

- He checked to see if
there were any accidents

and there weren't, but that's all.

- I hope so for your sake.

- How dare you!

How dare you come in our home this way,

ordering us around,
threatening us with guns!

Now go and get out, all
of you, just get out!

- Oh shut up, will ya!

- All right, get this straight.

We'll just soon kill you and
your whole family is not.

- Ask him what happened today.

Go ahead, ask him.

Came so close to gettin'
it it wasn't even funny.

- He's right, lady.

These boys aren't foolin'.

- What did happen today?

- He took a shot at me.

He just grazed my ear.

I suppose it gave you a sadistic thrill.

- Yeah.

How did it feel to know
you were gonna be killed?

- Just accepted, that's all.

- Boy, you're a cool one,
I'll say that for ya.

- Look honey, it'll be all
over with in the morning.

I had to sign our car over to 'em.

They can't get the money
until the bank opens.

How about some coffee?

- I'll make it.

- See who it is.

- Come on, come on!

- Gosh, it's Phyllis Harris.

I borrowed some cigarettes
from her earlier.

- Go ahead.

- Oh Gene, we were so worried about you.

I thought I'd come over and sit with Doris

until you got back.

- Well I'm home now,
everything's all right.

- So I see.

Is Doris there?

- She got tired, so she went to bed.

Good night, Phyllis.

- Well, night.
- Good night.

- Now you're playing smart.

Think I'll take a shower.

How about some scrambled
eggs with that coffee?

- I'll give you a hand.

- Stay where you are, Courtier.

- Please don't start anything.

- She's so right,

especially with a couple
of kids in the house!

- There's a limit to this.

- Sit down and shut up!

- Gene, do what he says!

- You heard the little lady.

- Gene please, for my sake!

- Okay.

- Does he roll over twice
when you snap your fingers?

- Now what would you do with
a gun pointed at your head?

- How about it?

- No thank you.

- Come on over, sweetheart.

- Get off of me!

- OK.

Care to kiss me on the forehead?

- I know what you said!

- What did he do?

- I can't take any more of this!

If you're gonna kill us,

kill us now and get it
over with, will you?

- Oh, will you get her out of here?

I'll make that coffee.

- Come on honey, let's go.

- Lay off her, do you hear?

- Yes sir.

Anything you say, boss man.

- It's Harry Osmond.

- You watch it Courtier.

This is no dumb dame
to deal with this time.

- You've got to keep him from coming in.

If anything goes wrong,
we'll blast the both of you.

- Well, I'm sure glad
you got back all right.

Doris was pretty worried
when I talked to her.

- Everything's all right
now, thanks a lot Harry.

- Oh hey wait a minute...

I've been transferred to Oregon.

We dropped in to say goodbye.

Oh honey!

- Doris is in bed.

I think the worrying got her down.

- Oh, that's too bad.

We'll only stay a minute.

- I don't think Doris
wants to see anybody tonight.

She just isn't up to it.

- She'll never forgive us

if we don't even say goodbye.

- Look, I'm afraid that
we can't see you tonight.

You'll have to excuse us.

- Well all right Gene, if
that's the way you want it.

- Goodbye, Gene.

- It was
an endless, torturous night.

We knew that we had to
string along with 'em.

Even if we had to count to 10

over and over and over
again, all night long.

- I think I'll turn in.

- He was
using our bedroom of course.

He'd have thought he owned the house,

but it worried me, his leaving the room.

I had a sickening feeling that Romeo

was just biding his time
until he was out of the way.

- Would you like to dance?

- If you don't mind I'll
see how the children are.

- What's the matter?

Afraid your old man will get jealous?

- I just don't care to dance, that's all.

- Well I do.

- You leave her alone.

- Hey, you talk big, fella.

It just so happens we're running the show.

Or do you want a reminder?

- Gene, please!

- Take this guy into the back bedroom,

and if he gives you any trouble, call me.

Come on, get going.

- Gene, please don't do anything foolish.

Gene, as long as the children are here,

we just have to take it.

- At least if you're here
you'll know what's going on.

- I'll dance with you.

- That's my gal.

- Gene!

- Oh shut them up!

Look, he'll be all right.

If you don't shut those kids up, I will.

- Honey, go in the back, will you?

- Just let out one more scream
like that it'll be your last.

- If that drooling idiot makes
one more pass at my wife,

it'll be his last, I
don't care what happens!

- All right, get him out of here.

I oughta kick your brains in.

You want the whole
neighborhood on our back?

- Okay, okay, forget it!

- There's only one window in that bedroom,

in plain view from the kids' room.

- Mommy!

- All right dear,
nobody's going to hurt us.

- Now...

You two sit here all night

so they can see you from the other room.

You can watch it from in there.

- One of us will always have
an eye on 'em, that's for sure.

- Now...

You go in there and check up
on them every once in a while

when they least expect it.

Otherwise, leave 'em alone.

- Bye now.

You have a real nice pleasant sleep.

- I intend to.

- You know something?

- What?

- Nobody socks me and gets away with it.

Just nobody.

- Gene, what do you
want with the scissors?

- Look honey, we've been over

and over and over this thing, haven't we?

- Yes.

- And we're down to the last resort.

- What are you going to do?

- I'm gonna get one of their guns.

- How?
- Shh!

- With the scissors.

Look, the liquor's making him sleepy.

- What about the other one?

- He keeps dousing his head
with water to stay awake.

He's been to the bathroom twice already.

- But the one on the bed is only drowsing.

If you go for his gun
you're gonna wake him up.

- Shh!

- Hey come on, snap out of it.

I'm having enough trouble keeping awake.

- Oh, relax.

- It just seems so utterly fantastic.

- But it isn't just us, you know that.

If only he'd drowse off in time.

I think I can try in a minute.

- How do you know you'll
kill him right away?

Maybe he'll still go for his gun

or cry out or warn the others.

Gene, don't do it!

Please don't do it!

- Hold it!

I said hold it, that goes for you too!

- Are you nuts, he was gonna kill me!

Bust his skull wide open!
- I meant what I said!

- What is this?

- I'd take it easy if I were you.

Could be the boss would do a
little skull massaging himself

if he knew what happened.

Maybe you just better
forget the whole thing,

if you're smart.

- Another half second.

Why did I hesitate?

I could've killed him.

- I wonder.

- What do you mean?

- I saw you hesitate,
and I wonder, that's all.

- I could've killed him.

- Yes.

- 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 95.

$1,795, thank you.

- They had
me over a barrel, but good.

What could I do, guy waiting
back there at the house,

his gun trained on Doris and the kids?

Lancaster back to the housing project

was a 20 minute ride.

20 agonizing minutes before
we'd know the answer.

Doris, Deborah, Steven, all of us.

Would we live, or would we die?

- I've been trying to get the children

to eat a little breakfast.

- How about some coffee?

- Yeah, sure.

- Got some bad news for you.

- What do you mean bad news?

You got the dough, didn't you?

- Yeah, 800 bucks.

- 800 bucks?

And what are you guys handing me?

- Courtier owed more on that old jalopy

than he thought he did.

- He said a couple of hundred bucks!

- So he was wrong.

- How wrong can a guy get?

Are you trying to tell me

he owed over a grand and didn't know it?

- Maybe he's got a short memory.

- And maybe somebody
else has a shorter one!

All right, what did you get for that car?

- Leave me out of this.

- If it wasn't for me,

you'd have had your head
split wide open last night.

Now I'm asking you for the
last time, come on, give.

- You're over 21, figure it out yourself.

- Thanks, that's all I wanted to know.

- Trying to make a
little trouble, Courtier?

- One more crack out of you

and I'm gonna close that big
mouth of yours for keeps.

- You give me the rest of my dough

and give me it quick, or--

- Or what, buster?

- You had something on
your mind, what was it?

- Of all the stinkin', lousy,
chiselin' double-crossers...

That did it, I don't want
any part of you guys!

Okay.

Okay, so you win.

But I'm gettin' off at the next stop.

- You're not getting off at any stop!

You're in this for keeps,
and don't you forget it.

- Nobody's gonna walk out on nobody.

- I should've had better sense

than let a cheap little
punk like you carry a gun.

All right, get my bag, we're leaving.

Come on, everybody in the
living room, go ahead!

- How can I make you believe?

We just want to be let alone.

I won't call the police or tell
anyone ever, I promise you.

I give you my word.

- That's one for the book.

- You could tie us up,

it would be hours before anybody comes by.

There's some rope out on the
back porch, you could use that.

- What is this, a game
of Scouts and Indians?

- Sugar plum, we're a couple of mugs

with murder raps hanging over us.

- What are you going to do?

- Mommy!

- You wouldn't dare!

The whole country would be up in arms!

- They'd lynch you from the nearest post.

- I'm afraid you've both been seeing

too many crime thrillers.

Here, put that in my bag.

Matter of fact, I've grown
very fond of both of you.

What a charming family group.

I think I'll take this along with me,

show my friends what you all look like.

You know, my pals at the mafia.

If anything should happen to us,

they might like to drop in on you

so you could offer your condolences.

- Oh, let's go.
- Wait a minute.

- You're coming with me.

- Why?

What do you want with my husband?

- Obviously I'm to be a hostage.

- If anything happens to us,

he's dead, Doris.

That's the way it's gotta be.

- Why should I call the police?

I'm a mother.

I have two children.

They mean a thousand times more to me

than seeing you behind bars!

- Doris, Doris!

- Why should I care whether
you're caught or not?

Do you think I'd do anything in this world

that would endanger
the lives of my family?

Well, do you?
- Honey...

- It's the way I want it.

If it'll get them out of the house

away from you and the
kids, it's OK with me.

- Let's go.

- Oh Daddy!
- Come on, let's go!

- I'll give you a half hour,

exactly a half hour!
- Shut up!

- If Gene doesn't call me in a half hour,

I'm gonna call the police, do you hear?

I'm gonna call the police!

- You want the whole
neighborhood to hear us?

- I mean exactly what I say!

- He'll call you when he's
good and ready, not before.

- Mother, what are they gonna do to Daddy?

- Debbie, take Stevie and go
next door to Phyllis' house

as quickly as you can!

I've got to get the
two of you out of here.

But wait a minute, go out
the back door, come on.

I'll call Phyllis and give her
some excuse for keeping you.

Debbie!

Debbie, you do understand,
don't you darling,

that you mustn't say a word
about what's happened here.

Not to anyone!

Daddy's life depends on it.

- I know, Mother.

- Okay, what's the big idea?

- We're going back to the
house in exactly five minutes.

Check it.
- How come?

- Your wife smart?

- Yeah, why?

- Because if she's not,

we'll be reading about you
in the papers tomorrow.

In the obituary column.

- What do you mean?

- If she calls
the police, we'll know it.

- How?

- Because of a sliver of paper.

It'll fall off if she lifts the receiver.

- That's pretty cute.
- Yeah, pretty cute.

- Five minutes is up.

- You hear a shot, your
wife wasn't so smart.

You see this?

It'd fallen off if you'd
lifted the receiver.

I just thought you'd like to know.

Where are the kids?

- They're out back, playing.

- Yeah?

- If I were gonna notify the police,

I wouldn't have used the kids.

I'd have used the phone, wouldn't I?

- Yeah.

Maybe you got something there.

Besides, you're too
smart to try any tricks.

I mean, we have a gun pointed
right at your husband's back.

3T25, a traffic accident.

Vernon and Maine.

- Why didn't you tell my wife

you were tuned in to the police calls?

- Slipped my mind.

- Don't hand me that.

You could've stopped her from
calling the cops for sure

if you told her about this!

- You are naive.

- Why does he make it like a funny man?

- If the police were alerted to our hookup

they'd hardly be liable to
put out an APB over the radio,

now would they?

- This way, buster, we got
the coppers cooperatin'.

- She should be foolish
enough to call them,

they'll let us know.

- In three minutes flat.

- Hello?

I'll have to call you later.

You'll have to hang up, Mr. Raglin.

I'm sorry.

- Wasn't that Gene's boss?

- Oh it's you, Phyllis.

- Well that was Mr.
Raglin down at the plant.

- I had to get him off the phone.

I couldn't let him call
and get a busy signal.

- Who's them?

Look honey, what cooks?

Anyone can tell from the
way the kids are acting--

- Did they say anything?

- Nothing, and they were
pretty obvious about it.

Amy's keeping an eye on
them, this is her wash day.

- Who?

- Look honey, what's the
matter, what's happened?

Do you want to talk?

- Phyllis, what I'm about to
tell you may cost Gene his life

if you don't keep your mouth shut!

- Stop here for gas, that's a cinch.

- Bright boy.

Look, here's a tip.

A million dollar tip.

If they swing up that Dry Lake road,

you'd better make a run for it.

- I don't stand one chance in 10.

That guy's a deadshot.

- It's better than your
chances if you stick.

- Thanks.

I just don't understand you.

- Just that I don't want to be tied in

with no murder, that's all.

- Don't give me that guff.

Try to make me think I'm the first sucker

you guys have nailed?

- Look, I just met these
guys a couple of nights ago.

I thought it'd be a simple heist.

I don't go for this stuff.

Hey, watch it.

- Three dollars.

Thank you.

Ambulance traffic on
Avalon Boulevard, code two.

- 7094, clear.

13997, that unit is code seven.

- When did they leave?
- About 20 minutes ago.

- We better call Gene's father.

- Phyllis, I don't dare!
- Why?

- Suppose those hoodlums call here

and get a busy signal?

- We'll call from my house.

- I can't leave the phone!

- I'll call for you.

- Phyllis, it's too risky!
- Why?

- Suppose Gene's father loses
his head and calls the police!

He wasn't here last night,

he doesn't know those men.

- But still, if you're going--

- Besides, an operator
might overhear or something.

Phyllis, I can't take that chance.

- OK, I'll call the
FBI, explain everything.

They'll know what to do.

- That's too risky!
- Why?

- Those men are fiends!

They might find out.
- How could they?

- I don't know, but...

They said they'd kill
Gene if I told anybody.

They meant it.

- But we've got to do
something, and do it quickly!

- We've got 10 minutes left,
then the half hour's up.

We just have to wait, that's all.

- It might be too late.

- Phyllis, what am I gonna do?

- Wait the 10 minutes,

and call everybody.

- 12L20, Roger,
all units code four...

- You guys had me a laugh.

You both think you're geniuses,

but you're a couple of
chrome-plated jerks.

- Yeah?

- Any jarhead can bump a guy off,

but it takes brains to
turn a guy into a goldmine.

200 grand, for instance.

- All right, quit horsin'
around, come to the point.

- I will if you slow down.

I can't think with my
brains rattlin' around.

You know who this guy's old man is?

- Who?

- Ever hear of those
Courtier markets in LA?

- His old man's the guy that owns 'em?

- Uh-huh.
- How do you know?

- Gene told me.

He tried to bribe me to
let him go with 50 grand!

- Maybe he was lying.

- Come to think of it,
Courtier is an unusual name.

- I found this when I
was lookin' for the guns.

- Hey, it's a letter from his old man.

Company stationery.

- What do you know?

As long as we've kidnapped the guy anyway

we might as well go wholehearted.

- Don't you try that again!

- Hey we've got a barrel on that.

That stupid broad's liable
to call the cops at that.

- It's my guess she wasn't kidding

about that half hour deal.

It was 10:44 when she made that crack.

I glanced at my watch.

- It's nine after 11 now.
- I got 12 after.

- If anything comes over the
radio about us let him have it.

- Phyllis, it's nine
seconds past my deadline.

- People can't always find a phone,

especially when they're on the road.

A lot of things could've happened.

- Like Gene getting a bullet in his back!

- Her half hour's up by six minutes

in case anyone's interested.

- So let the tomato call the cops.

It'll be Courtier's funeral,
and I do mean funeral.

- Look, if you guys realize
I'm getting 200 grand,

it's okay by me--

- A car headed for Los Angeles.

Approach with caution,
occupants are armed.

Description of car: Ford
convertible, blue color.

License 58-Nelly-4316, 58-Nelly-4316.

- There's a general joint about
a mile or two down the road.

We can phone from there.

- Phone in a booth?

- Yeah yeah, and it's made to order.

It's in a corner by itself
where nobody can overhear.

- You're an idiot if you don't
call the police, and fast!

- How, I can't leave the phone!

- Then use it!

- What if those gangsters call here

and they get a busy signal?

- It can't be helped.

We'll have to talk to them--

Los Angeles Police Department.

Please, it's an emergency.

You'll have to talk to them yourself.

They'll want a complete
description of the men and--

Just a minute.

Here, tell them all the
dope you can give them.

- Hello?

Three men have taken my husband.

He's being held as a hostage.

- Just a moment please,

I'll have to transfer you to homicide.

Homicide operator, please.

- Now be sure to cut
that phone call short,

and I mean short.

- You said that three times--
- Is that important?

- Are you sure you got
everything straight?

I don't want any slip-ups.

- Described
as male Caucasian...

- But he didn't see the license?

Well anyway, you've given
us a good description

on the men, that helps.

Excuse me Mrs. Courtier,
I'd better get this

right up to dispatch, bye.

APB in a rush.

And make it a press flash.

Better make it a 211.

And a possible 207.

- 207, but that's a kidnapping!

- I said a possible 207.

All right, when you get that finished,

take it up and tell the type
room yourself, will you?

- Yeah.

- Now tell your wife
you're OK, and that's all.

We'll do the rest of the
talking, it won't be much.

So we wait.

Got any change?

- No.

- I'll get some at the bar.

- Good going, pal.

- Look this kidnapping
gimmick's just a stall.

Gives you more time to get away.

- What if I don't?

- At least the deal's
got a pretty big payoff.

- Sure, a Jim Dandy.

A cheer.

- This is a rush!

- The All Points
Bulletin on Gene Courtier

will be panned out over
the teletype network

to the several hundred
law enforcement agencies

tied into the hookup.

The bulletin was duplicated
photographically.

Copies will be dispatched to
all departmental nerve centers.

In this way, the entire
facilities of the force

can be thrown into synchronized action.

- Phyllis, go to your house
and call Gene's father.

Tell him to get here as
quickly as he can, please!

- OK.

- 23 minutes past her mark.

- Hey look sister,

are you gonna yak over this phone all day?

- If you'd stop heckling me
I'd be through a lot sooner.

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

- In its routine processing,

one copy of the Courtier bulletin

went to Chief of Detectives Cole.

Other copies were placed in a press tray,

one for each newspaper and syndicate

that had code 20 call for the boys

in the press room being
notified immediately.

Simultaneously the bulletin
was placed on a conveyor belt.

This would carry it directly
to the communication center.

At 11:14 am, it was in the hands

of one of the radio dispatchers
receiving a final check.

- Give me the number.

- Lancaster, 2343.

- Lancaster 2343.

- Thank you,
your number please.

- Empire 3-2140.

- Deposit 45 cents

for the first three minutes, please.

2343, San Fernando calling.

Go ahead, please.

- Hello?
- Hi, sugar.

- Gene, what about Gene?
- He's here.

- How long before you're gonna let him go?

When will I see him?

- Sooner than you think.

You know where, sweetie?
- Where?

- At a marble slab in the morgue.

That is, if you're silly enough
to go squealin' to the cops.

- I wouldn't be that foolish, would I?

- Now look, I'll cut it short.

You get the old man out there.

We want 200 grand, cash on the line.

That's a must.

- 13L21, 13L21, calling the station.

- Just say you're OK.

Come on, come on!

- Honey?

Yeah, yeah.

The car radio, it's tuned
into the police calls!

- We're gonna settle
with you later, wiseguy.

- She had to wait
until the air was clear.

Her signal was that bottom light.

- Operator...

Operator!

Give me the Los Angeles
Police Department, quickly!

- Gene's dad, they couldn't locate him.

I left a message--
- Yes?

- The circuits are busy.
- What happened?

- You send for me?

- Yeah, what about this APB in Courtier?

You got it down as a possible 207.

- We don't have enough facts on it yet

to know whether to work on
it as a hostage or kidnap.

- You'll work on it as a kidnap.

- I've got to stop the
police, I've got to!

- Break room.

- All units, be on the lookout

for three male white American suspects.

- Cancel that APB.

- Good.

Call communications immediately.

- Yeah?

- See that it's canceled
all the way down the line.

- Yes ma'am we stopped 'em.

We got in just under the wire.

It's Mrs. Courtier.

- Chief of Detective Cole speaking.

They're holding her husband
for ransom, $200 thousand.

Hello Mrs. Courtier?

We'll get back to you in a few minutes.

Oh...

Yeah, I see.

Uh-huh.

Right, goodbye.

The kidnappers were tuned
in on the police calls.

- Boy, that was close.

- Within the hour,
a hushed meeting was held

at the home of Chief of Detectives Cole.

A procedure to avoid
any unusual activities

around the department.

- Well, what did you find out?

- Detective and division's
on the way to headquarters.

- Oh good.

Did you explain to him
about straddling in?

Act as if nothing was up.

- Most emphatically.
- Fine, no.

- I want you to start
assembling a flying squad

of 50 men in plain
clothes and private cars.

We must be able to saturate any district

within a few minutes.

- Kidnappers are probably
watching the Courtier house.

- No, we gotta keep everybody away.

Oh, I'm sending Mason over
to her neighbor's house

to watch the kids.

- Excuse me.

Henderson.

Thank you for getting here so fast, sir.

- Cole.

- This is Bob Henderson,

special investigator
from the phone company.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Let's go inside, we can talk in here.

- Mrs. Courtier heard
the telephone operators

say San Fernando calling.

- Well that puts them smack
on the Los Angeles area.

- Yes, but the kidnappers gave
our operator a funny number.

We don't know where they called from.

- Well the fact that Lancaster's
a long distance call,

it helps matters, doesn't it?

- Well, some.

Of course our wired teams will be alerted

in all Los Angeles.
- Good.

- And I've ordered cards with
the Courtier's number on them

placed before every long
distance operator in the area.

- I only hope there's no leak.

The kidnappers will be
watching every paper,

listening to every broadcast.

- Yeah, yeah, but suppose
I can't reach Harry?

- You trust a babe?

- Meaning Joy?
- Yeah.

- Maybe, she got a car?
- Yeah.

- She can make Edwards
in about 90 minutes flat.

- Could be a good idea.

- That's a straight drop.

I wouldn't try it if I were you.

- Write her number down.

- If there's a cop within a
block and a half of the house,

she'll smell him out.

- Pretty fancy joint.

Swank, huh?

- This is the news broadcast.

While I'm gone, catch 'em all, every one.

Turn it on.

I'm going out of town.

Better turn on the television set, too.

- Bye now.

Cigarette?

Match?

I said I'd settle with you, wiseguy.

Next time you mess with me
you're really gonna get it.

- Lay off him, will ya lay off?

- I count on you.

Thanks a lot.

- By 2pm, Gene's
dad had been contacted.

But raising 200 thousand
dollars in immediate cash

was a superhuman job at best.

- Mr. Baker, please.

No, I can't wait, I've got
to talk to him right away.

Tell him it's Courtier.

- Mrs. Courtier?
- Yes.

- I'm a reporter, Los Angeles.
- What do you want?

- Well, an APB came through,

said your husband had been abducted.

- Oh, that was a mistake.

There was nothing to it, it was canceled.

- But there was some reason
for it in the first place.

Exactly what did happen?

- Nothing, please just forget about it!

- But Mrs. Courtier--

- Please, you'll just have to excuse me.

- He's gone.

- Now what?

- Just a second.

I picked up a reporter, he's
talking to Mrs. Courtier.

He seems to be calling the shots.

Have him brought in immediately.

- Uh-oh, this isn't so good.

- Live wire like that,

they'll never give up
on a scoop like this.

- Well, there's one way out.

Don't make it a scoop.

- If it's what I think
you mean, it's dynamite.

- Call the boys together
in the press room.

- Just one of 'em crosses
us up, we're dead, you know.

- So is Courtier.

It's up to us to make them see that.

- That's right.

- Give me the press room, please.

- Trapping more travelers.

The storm is rapidly moving south.

The weather bureau predicts
heavy showers late tonight--

- Off.

- Make one for me on the rocks, would you?

Double.

- Could get out of this if you wanted to.

- Who says I want to?

I get a third of that ransom, you know.

- Sure.

Just like the split on that car sale, huh?

- Well this time it'll
be a lot different deal.

- You bet it will be.

This time you're trading a
robbery charge for the chair.

Brother, you're really
in the big league now.

Big payoff, big stakes.

None bigger, your life.

We can take him unawares like he did me.

I'll hit him and you go right for his gun.

- And suppose it misses fire?

We'll both be shot full of
more holes than a punchboard!

We was talking about gamblin'.

I always say don't worry
none about the stakes.

Take the odds with the big payoff, huh?

At 3:25, a police technician

disguised as a milkman
spent a few hurried minutes

at the Courtier house.

- We're sending you a special broadcast.

Scrambled, so no one else can tune in.

This gizmo will unscramble it.

- Please...

Please tell me, what do you
think my husband's chances are?

- Long as the right
negotiations are cooking,

we can keep him alive.

- What about that
Greenlees case last year?

What about that?

They killed that little boy right away!

- I know.

There are four channels not used in LA.

12's one of them, that's
the one we're sending on.

- Gene's father's not even sure

he can raise that kind of money
in cash, and that quickly!

- Mrs. Courtier, these men
have to be caught up with

before the money's paid over.

Michigan 5311.

Extension 301.

That's the police identification room.

We're showing you the
mugs who got Courtier.

They'll give you instructions.

- Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Courtier.

That's one of them, call the
police quickly, tell them!

- Long distance.

- Hello, I want Lancaster 2343.

- Thank you.

- The call came
through to Operator 502.

- Your number, please.

- Trinity 6301.

- The operator plugged
into a toll switching trunk

and dialed back Trinity 6301.

She should have gotten a busy signal.

This plugin signaled her supervisor

the caller had given a phony number.

- This is the supervisor,
Ms. Carter, may I help you?

- This is position call booth two

and I have a call to the Lancaster number

and the calling number doesn't check out.

- When you call the calling
line I'll have it traced.

- All right.

- The operator then
completed her Lancaster call

but left the cord in the recording trunk.

This held the connection
open for tracing purposes,

even if the caller hung up.

- 2343.

- Hello?

- This is Ms. Carter.

Will you trace that front 126, please?

- Okay.

- Starting
with the trunk number

furnished by the supervisor,

the switchman had to trace the call

backwards through the network

from selector to selector,

each successively leading
him to the incoming trunk,

thereby establishing from which exchange

the call originated.

- Aren't you overdoing it?

- The detective said to
stall as long as I could,

you heard him.

- Hello?

- Took you plenty long to answer.

The money ready?

- I don't know!

Gene's dad lives in LA,
he's doing the best he can,

but you must realize...

- I'll call him direct
tonight, at his house.

And that's your last call.

- Hello?

We won't pay you a cent
till we talk to Gene,

not till we make sure he's all right!

Hello, hello?

He hung up.

- Yes ma'am.

Yes ma'am, I'll tell him.

Mrs. Courtier, he just hung up on her.

- That's all, type it up and
send a copy to the Chief.

What's taking your men so long?

- You ever see the exchange?

Ever see the thousands
of selectors for the job?

- Kidnappers are contacting the
father tonight at his house.

- All right, have our
men pick up Mrs. Courier

10 blocks from her house,
I want him in Los Angeles,

and both instructions when they hit town.

- No chance of picking the guy up now.

- Oh, not a prayer.

- The men from the press are here, dear.

They're on the porch.

- All right, thank you.

Tell them I'll be with
them in a few minutes.

Now can you fix it so the calls

from the father-in-law's
house are shuttled here?

- Yes, if it's in the same exchange area.

- Well if not, find a
friend of the Courtier's

who lives in that area,
we'll move to his house.

Fellas, we've got to
pick up the kidnappers

while they're phoning tonight or else!

- Hello?
- Who is it?

- Yeah, this is Cole.

Wait just a minute.

Call came from a drug store.

Thrifty at six and Spring,
it's one of their biggest.

- If they can find a
witness in that clambake

who saw a guy making a phone
call, it'll be a miracle.

- All right, which one of you fellas

went to the Courtier house?
- Me sir, and I...

- All right, take it easy.

I don't blame you for being teed off.

Now boys, this man had a red
hot tip, and I killed it.

- Wait until my editor--
- Now here it is.

- A man named Gene
Courtier's been kidnapped.

He's being held for 200
thousand dollars ransom.

The first man that breaks in the paper

or over the radio will
cause Courtier's death

just as surely as if he
put a bullet in his head.

- How about me?

- How about you?

- You gypped me out of my exclusive,

now you want me to twirl my thumbs

while one of these
double-crossing cutthroats

makes a sucker out of me!

- It's news, and we have to print it.

We've got a job to do.

- All right, men.

There's a phone in that room.

Who's first?

Thanks, fellas.

Thanks.

I'll set up a special press room.

If anything breaks,
you'll get it immediately.

- Say Chief, do you think these kidnappers

are really catching all the newscasters?

- I'm positive.

- Gotta hand it to you Chief...

- You know, that gives me an idea

for my 11 o' clock newscast.

Harold Jackson and Joseph Leer

were today removed to the
death chamber at San Quentin.

They kidnapped Lenny
Moscowitz in San Francisco

on the 16th of January 1954,

and although the victim was unharmed,

the Little Lindbergh Law was invoked,

and both men were nevertheless

sentenced to die in the gas chamber.

In this connection,
it's interesting to note

that the FBI has a
phenomenal record of success.

Since the passage of the
federal kidnapping statute,

it has investigated 453
cases of kidnapping,

and of this total, 451 have been solved,

and the other two are still
under active investigation.

In most of the cases solved,

the courts agreed with the investigation,

and the kidnappers have
paid with their lives.

To sum it all up,

the devices of modern crime detection

make it virtually impossible
to collect a ransom

and get away with it.

- Well, we have 187 units working.

- The whole town is blanketed.

- Captain and Mr. Courtier,

may I see you for a moment please?

- Excuse me, certainly.
- Chief...

- You have the long distance factor.

It's a rougher deal this
time, you know that.

- How long will it take?

- Depends on luck.
- On luck?

- Well if the first selectors they look at

leech off the right ones

they face off in a few minutes.

Otherwise it takes longer.

- Have you...

Have you got all the men you can use?

- All we can possibly use.

Any more, they'd be in each other's way.

- You understand that Gene's life

is completely in your hands?

- I know that.

- Now I'm sure they won't call again.

This is our one chance, our last chance.

- We have a direct line
to the phone exchanges.

They'll give us a blow-by-blow account.

- There's nothing, absolutely
nothing we can do to help him.

Both you and Gene's dad are on your own.

But you've got to hold him

until the switchmen trace the call.

Or...

- That's it.

- Knowing that Doris
could identify the Lincoln,

he switched to a you drive car.

A friend fixed up the radio
to pick up police calls.

That's what held him up.

- Why isn't he back by now?

I want to take the drive to town

and put in a lousy call.

What is this?

- Aren't you getting a little edgy, bub?

Maybe you need another drink.

A nice stiff one.

- He's gonna be back from
town in just a minute.

Then it's gonna be too late.

- No.

No, it's no go.

- What are you afraid of?

- Look, he's tough, plenty tough.

The first blow, it's gotta KO him.

- Shh, here he comes.
- It's too dangerous!

- Come on inside.

- We was just talking
about picking up broads.

Guy can get a smack in the kisser.

- What's the matter with you?

You're sweatin'.

Look at your hand, you're
shakin' like an old woman.

Hey, what's going on?

- We're caught if I have no gun on me.

- What if we meet up with your boss?

- If we hear a car comin',
we duck out of sight.

- Are we gonna run all the way into town?

- Look brother, we're in the crockpot.

That guy's come to by now.

Hey, just what the doctor
ordered, fast wheels!

Nice these buggies, that's my racket!

- The owner must be around someplace.

- He's probably neckin' with some dame.

That ain't him, that car's black.

Get in, it'll only take me a
second to jump these wires.

- Going someplace?

All right, get in Courtier.

You're coming with me.

You're gonna tell your wife
everything is just dandy.

- When it rains in this
town, it really rains.

Well, that's a grim picture.

- You pick up anything
suspicious, just holler.

Stay here till I call ya.

- A light in
the Brighton exchange

was rigged to go on simultaneously

with the call being placed over the phone.

- Sit there, hold it.

- The call
terminated in this selector.

It gave the switchmen the key
to the preceding selector.

- Hey, 504A551.

- They had to find a selector

that was hooked into the same
circuit as the first one.

There were 36 of them in bay 504.

Each had to be examined until
the right one was found.

- We can't stall much longer!

- Hello?

- I told you I wanted
to speak to the old man.

- Oh, well, just a minute.

Dad, Dad!

- 4039451.

- He's coming.

- They got the second digit.

One more selector to check
and we know the exchange.

- Hello?

- What took you so long?

Have you got the dough?

- Well, it's quite a lot of money to raise

so quickly, in cash.

But I'll have it for you tomorrow.

- That's more like it.

Now look, here's how I want it.

20 thousand in 50s, 20 thousand in 20s.

- The next
selector was the vital one.

- Here it is, it's coming
from the Dunkirk Exchange.

- I'll call the police radio room.

- I'll call the Dunkirk switch room.

- All bills must be old,
unmarked, and not in sequence.

- The call came in to
Brighton at the Dunkirk trunk.

The Dunkirk boys have got the ball now.

Pull it out a little more.

- Yes?

- Attention all special units,

attention all special units.

Move into section 11.

- 187 police
units roared into section 11,

code number for the Dunkirk exchange area.

- Attention all special units.

Move into section 11.

- Hey!

Hey!

They're sending out one
of those code area calls,

all special units, what gives?

- Can't be us, how do
they know where we are?

- Well make it snappy, will you?

- I will.

Now put all the money in a
strong suitcase, force traps.

- I'm not sure I quite understand.

- Are you stalling?

- How about my talking to Gene?

How about that?

- All right, come on, you!

Hurry up!

Make it fast.

- Hello?

- Oh darling, just to hear your voice...

- That's enough.

- Wait, wait!

That might have been a recording.

How can I be sure?

Let me ask him just one question!

- All right, one question, one answer.

- Gene...

What does May 29th, 1944 mean to you?

- May 29th?

- Yes, an emergency at 250 and 192.

- That's Dunkirk 73899.

- 3599 Heighton.

- All special units, all special units.

Go to three RA.

- That was the day I proposed to you.

- Hey, another one of
those special unit guys.

Let's get goin', come on!

- Gene, Gene!

Hello?

Gene!

Hello?

Hello, hello?

- Hello?

- Darling!

- Honey, honey, you really threw me.

I proposed to you on
the 28th, not the 29th!

Doris!

Doris, are you all right?

Hey, what's the matter?

- Gene, how many other
men would have remembered?