Original subtitles

No, I told you when to buy and I'll tell you when to stop by I Don't care what

the price is I told you that too, and I don't intend to tell you again

Mark well just

a minute

Progress.

Okay, John, what's the problem?

You're the problem.

If there's one thing in this world that scares me to death, it's a client who

thinks he can go into a courtroom unprepared.

And just what am I hiring you and your staff for, Counselor?

We can't go on the stand for you.

We can't answer the questions they're going to throw at you.

Mark, listen to me.

This is not a game of marbles with the kids down the block.

You're charged with fraud against the United States government.

They'll go into your business background. They'll go into your

background. They'll question you about your syndicate tie -ups, about Corral.

I'm glad you reminded me I was supposed to call, Georgie.

It's Mark Tabor.

You're 20 minutes late.

Oh, God, it's here. We were talking.

You said you'd call me when you made your mind up. You going to court

or not?

Of course I'm going to court. What choice do I have?

You could leave the country.

They'll turn you inside out on that stand.

You go down, you'll take a lot of people with you. I won't go down.

Mark.

Georgie, will you forget it?

There's nothing to worry about.

Good night, Monk.

Yes?

Yes, sir.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest star J .D. Cannon.

Tonight's episode, The Man Who Went Mad by Mistake.

Yes. SAC Chicago.

Yes, Kirby.

Inspector, we just got word that somebody took a shot at Mark Tabor.

You kill him?

No, but apparently he's taken off like a scared rabbit.

And the trial's when?

Tomorrow.

Has there been any hint he might have been thinking of jumping his bond?

Not a word, no, sir.

Okay, call me the minute court opens. If he shows up, fine.

If he doesn't, pick up a warrant and get after him as soon as you can.

Walter, everything set?

All ready, Mr. Saber.

Meet me where we planned.

Fifteen minutes.

Hey, I've got a call.

Yeah, yeah, I'm the one.

I'll move.

Hey, mister, if you're expecting company, you got it.

Right at the next corner.

Yes, sir.

Bye.

No, we'll catch the first flight out of Dulles. We should be there by 2 .30 your

time.

Where at 2 .30?

Chicago. Mark Tabor jumped his veil on for $200 ,000.

He seemed so cocky about that trial.

Apparently it isn't the trial he's worried about, it's his neck.

Some of his syndicate friends seemed to think he'd talk too much in the witness

stand. They took a shot at him.

And missed?

Yeah, they missed.

Did you see the final rundown on his stock holdings, Lewis?

No, I didn't.

He's moving into aerospace and missile guidance firms now.

Remember the days when they used to use Tommy guns instead of checkbooks, Art?

Those were the innocent days.

Now they ended up using a gun on Tabor anyway.

Let's hope it isn't the end. If we lose Tabor, we lose it all.

We gotta find him, Lewis, before they do.

No matter where he is.

Call you when we get in.

Inspector, good to see you again. S .A .C. Green and Jim Rhodes.

Rhodes? Kirby, how are you? I've seen happier days.

Any more on Tabor?

No, sir.

How'd you first find out about the shooting, Kirby?

John Goddard called us, Tabor's lawyer.

John Lawrence Goddard?

Tabor goes first class, doesn't he?

He can afford it.

The question is, can Goddard afford Tabor?

It's become a problem with him.

Goddard's a man of enormous integrity.

I think he'll do his best for Tabor, but I don't think he's proud of the

association.

He's not involved in the syndicate, then? No, absolutely not.

Now, who do you think was behind those shooting, Kirby?

The syndicate? Carell?

Yes.

Before you can ask the question, Inspector, we've practically got men in

Carell's best pocket.

Sort of a man is Tabor.

Drives him.

Ambition, egotism.

He's cultured, has good taste in music and paintings.

His brother was a book dealer.

Tabor has some history of mental disturbance. Section 8 discharge from

He's smart, stubborn.

Rough boy to tangle with in the old days, I hear. He was a hit man in the

beginning. Contract killer.

Always the same M .O.

Made the job look like a holdup took the wallet pull the pockets inside out

Okay,

this is it

Yes, sir.

Okay, Mr. Tabor, all secure.

Good, Walter.

Thanks very much.

What about his clubs? His barber?

All right. All right.

Nothing. Not a sign.

He staked out his old neighborhood?

Neighborhood, business associates, girlfriends, air, train, bus terminals.

Family? None left.

You mentioned a brother.

Gustav. Killed in a Mexican bus accident about five years ago.

Reported killed.

Body was never recovered.

I want you to contract the Mexican authorities in Guadalajara. I'll need a

complete report on Augusto Robertson Tabor. T -A -B -O -R.

Reported killed 9 -25 -61.

Bus accident.

Identification, if any. Disposition of the remains.

Everything.

Were they close, these two?

Apparently very close.

Parents abandoned them when Gus was 14. He put Mark through school.

Helped him again when he was discharged from the army. Helped him all his life.

How you make a living at this is beyond me.

Well, long time no see.

How have you been, Gus?

Making a living.

Anything I can do? Any bills?

What's the matter?

Everything beginning to catch up with you?

Gus.

You just decided you had to see your old brother again, huh?

I just decided I was tired and needed a rest.

Then I remembered that cabin you wrote me about.

Mm -hmm.

Is that cabin empty?

No heat, no electricity, and no phone.

Perfect. Back to the land.

Who's after you, Mark?

I wonder where you get that suspicious streak.

Nobody's after me.

And no matter what you may have heard about me, Gus, I swear to you, on Mama's

grave, I have never in my life committed

a really criminal act.

I understand that.

We've got to get him into court.

I spoke to the United States attorney half an hour ago.

He said with Tabor's testimony, he can whip the syndicate until it screams.

We'll find him, Art.

Two possible leads, Inspector.

We picked up a cab driver whose fare gave him $200 to lose a tail last night.

He's picked Tabor's picture out of the mug file.

Where'd he drop him?

An alley off Berglund Avenue.

Is that residential?

Small businesses, also an auto transport company. We're checking the area out

now. This came in five minutes ago, teletype from Guadalajara.

Regarding Gustav Robertson Tabor, investigation discloses North American

Doe patient, roughly answering Tabor description, admitted true cross

this city, 9 -27 -61.

Two days after the accident.

Diagnosis, temporary amnesia, shock, multiple contusions, release 9 -30 -61.

No further record.

Gutierrez, acting chief of police, Guadalajara.

Could be alive.

Could be back in this country.

Then you never heard Mr. Tabor mention an older brother, Mr. Goddard?

Never.

Where is your client now, sir?

Have you tried his home?

Yes, sir, we have.

And, Mr. Goddard, I hope you've stopped to consider that the killer might get to

Tabor before we do.

Well, if he does, I don't think he'll miss this time.

Mr.

Rhodes, is it?

Yes, sir.

I don't know where he is.

If I did, as his lawyer, I would go to him and demand that he give himself up.

Well, thank you for your time, sir.

It's quite all right.

Just a minute, please.

All right, there is a relation.

I don't know what the relationship is. I don't know where he is.

In fact, Mr. Tabor only mentioned him once.

Yes, sir?

It was one day when we were out fishing.

He'd ripped the sleeve of his jacket, and I said, don't throw that away. I

a favorite charity I could give it to.

He said, I also have a favorite charity.

Someone in the family.

He said he'd have his tailor mend it before he sent it on.

Do you know the tailor's name?

Oh, yes, um, Roger Hollett on Florence Street.

Mr. Hollett, what kind of clothes were they generally?

Lightweights, woolens?

Oh, all kinds.

Although once in a while he'd put in an item, a sweater, socks, and these would

be very heavy, very warm, because he said, uh, I don't know what else he

something about the wind off the lake.

Sorry.

Were the clothes sent from here?

No, no, no, no. We'd wrap them, but Mr. Tabor liked to mail it himself.

Holla, Taylors.

Mr. Green?

Uh, tell me, anything else about a lake or wind or anything like that?

No.

Green.

Cambria, sir.

I'm at the Benkei Auto Transport on Birdland. We may have turned up

Yes, sir.

The owner reports a carrier missing.

It was supposed to roll this morning, but it was gone when he got here.

And the driver hasn't reported in yet.

What was the driver's name?

Walter Morris Granger.

Was the carrier loaded?

Yes, sir.

Circulate the license and motor numbers of the cars it was transporting.

And Dean, put out a special alert to all Great Lakes area offices.

Well, Gus, you never listen, do you?

I told you not to come up here.

Nobody will follow me.

Nobody will have to. You made your own bloody trail.

Two bullets and even still the man didn't die.

What man?

He's in a coma.

Radio says the FBI is looking for a car missing off his rig.

License number's in the paper.

You just hit the wire.

They'll come to me, Nick.

Nobody knows you.

You died in Mexico.

How long do you think it'll take to track down that little deception?

A while.

You changed your name.

Not legally, just publicly.

You could lie when they question you.

No.

Gus. No.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Kill me. Who killed you?

Shot me in the head. Part of it fell off.

Pop said you take care of him. We're going away for a while.

You told me not to stand up in the canoe, but I did.

But I looked up through the water and I saw your hand.

And Gus, what did you save me for?

It's sad.

I remember beating up this soldier in Korea and they sent me home.

Wish they'd send me home again.

This room, warm and quiet.

Nobody could hurt me there, nobody could find me.

Gus.

Take me home before I beat up anybody else.

Stay here.

I'll fix up a place in the back of the car where you can lie down.

Okay. Let's go.

Art, for the love of... The man's faking. He was legally committed to a

sanitarium for the insane because he planned it that way.

The brother testified.

Testified? You saw the transcript.

A five -minute interview in front of an overworked committee that didn't even

include a psychiatrist.

All right, what do you expect me to do?

Ask to have him yanked out for a federally authorized sanity hearing?

Why not?

On what grounds?

Your suspicions?

We could show cause with direct testimony.

Whose testimony?

Art, there's a way to nail Tabor. Now, you're not going to like it. You're

to say it won't work. It's too... Too what?

Yes, sir?

Is Mr. Rhodes back from the airport yet?

No, sir. Not yet.

Well, have him come in as soon as he arrives, will you please?

Yes, sir.

Can you wait a minute?

There's someone I want you to meet.

All right, of course.

Hello, Mark.

Don't you remember me?

John Goddard.

Goddard. Right.

Well, this is... Yes, I've met Paul.

Five minutes, Mr. Goddard. I understand.

I was sorry when I heard what had happened.

Who told you?

Your brother called me.

Does Georgie know?

Who?

Corral.

Yes.

Apparently he read it in the papers.

Georgie was surprised?

Yes, very.

He said he's coming up to see you soon.

Why?

Doesn't he believe I'm in here that I'm too sick to testify?

Tell him that I...

You

tell him how sick I am.

Tell him that I'm going to be in here for a long, long while.

Mark, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I don't know your brother, but he seemed very eager to have you committed.

Now I can get a court order to have your case reviewed.

No.

What's the matter with you jackals? Nobody happy till I'm dead?

You tell Corral to call off his boys, the problem's solved.

Mark, I'm trying to help. Help who, George?

Did Corral send you?

Well, he just doesn't give up, does he? Okay, Mr. Goddard, time's up.

Get him out of here.

He's going.

Mr. Tabor, would you like to lie down?

Come on, we'll, uh...

Okay, Mr. Tabor.

Can I have a book?

Sure, if you'd like one.

Fiction, anything?

Fiction.

How's this?

Fine.

Yes. Mr. Rhodes and a Mr. Brutzi to see you, sir.

Yes, ask them to come in.

Assistant Director Ward, Inspector Erskine, this is Arnold Brutzi. Mr.

Mr. Ward, Inspector. How do you do? Won't you be seated?

Mr. Brutzi, I want to thank you for coming all this way. I didn't know how

your schedule must be.

Mr. Brutzi is superintendent of the Valley View Neuropsychiatric Institute.

He's also a member of the committee that admitted Tabor to Valley View.

Oh?

Mr. Brucie, I wonder if you'd fill Mr. Ward in on what you told me over the

telephone.

Well, to begin with, let me make it clear that the commitment itself was

perfectly proper and legal.

It was hurried, but the patient's attitude, the brother's testimony, the

record of derangement, all convinced us that the commitment was in order.

On the other hand, if we'd known who Tabor was, if we'd connected that name

the newspaper stories... Let me understand something.

Are you saying you might not have signed the commitment papers if you'd known

Tabor was wanted?

I might not have, Mr. Ward.

I remember thinking how unusual it was for anyone of Tabor's background and

personality pattern to seek commitment, to run so hard toward confinement rather

than running away from it.

Mr. Brutzi, your degree was in psychology, wasn't it? That's right. And

years' experience have you had in the present field?

Over 22.

In your opinion, could a man fake the manic -depressive syndrome?

No question.

Is Tabor faking?

I don't know that, Mr. Ward.

Is he too ill to appear in court?

I don't know that either.

Can you find out?

I could, in a year.

In a year.

Mr. Ward, there are over 3 ,000 patients at Valley View.

It was built to hold 500.

There isn't a psychiatrist on my staff with time for much more than a mental

note on any individual patient at monthly group therapy sessions.

In other words, Mr. Brutzi, the only person who could observe a patient

adequately there would be another patient.

A what?

I want to put a man in there, Arthur.

24 -hour surveillance on Tabor.

A man?

What man?

You? Ask for a six -week continuance on the trial. Let me observe him for a

month. It's too dangerous, Lewis.

If Tabor ever found out who you were, he'd kill you. Mr. Brutzi lives on the

grounds. He can get a message out. He can get me out if necessary. How are you

going to fake insanity?

We've already discussed that, Mr. Ward. He doesn't really have to fake anything.

Just maintain he was railroaded by a vindictive relative.

It's happened before.

I'll see to the paperwork. No one will know who he is but me.

Tabor's a human being. If he's posing, he'll drop it sooner or later.

And I can testify to that at a federal sanity hearing.

Give me a month, Arthur. One month.

you're sicker than tabor is that's the point neither one of us is sick

You don't seem to understand.

My uncle had me committed just to get rid of me.

He lied. His attorney lied.

Mr. Lewis, please sit down.

Oh.

Mr. Lewis, will you listen to me, please?

We don't judge your guilt or innocence here.

A court has decided that you need help. Now, it's our job. I keep telling you I

don't want any help.

Please don't interrupt me again.

You'll be observed by Dr. Howard, who will report to a state board of

Your case will be reviewed from time to time.

Now, you've been given light work duties, and you're assigned to Hall D.

Your therapist is Paul Hogan. If you have any questions, I'm sure Paul will

glad to answer them.

Got a new customer for you, Mr. Tabor.

Think you can fit him?

Oh, he doesn't look so bad.

Waist?

Twelve.

Shirt?

Twenty -five.

Fifteen -thirty -four.

By the way, what happened to my assistant in here?

He's gonna be released.

You've got a new assistant.

If he's as kooky as the last one, we're in trouble.

Well, like you said, he doesn't look so bad.

Him? Him.

Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Tabor.

Oh, this is a good job. How'd you get it?

Ask.

Just lucky.

There's going to be an award with other people. Yes, sir, you will.

Just as soon as Dr. Howard okays it. Meanwhile, you'd better take advantage

the privacy, Mr. Lewis. It won't last long.

Mr. Lewis?

Morning, sir.

Did you sleep well?

No, I didn't.

Get up, sir, would you please?

every morning? Oh, no, so we don't.

We're looking for a little item somebody took from the library.

Aren't you awfully concerned about a book?

Well, this wasn't exactly a book, sir.

Partner? Aren't you goofing off this morning?

I thought you were supposed to be helping me in the supply room.

Tomorrow morning.

I'm being examined.

Did you pass?

It's a mistake.

I don't belong here. I'm just as sane as... It's a mistake.

Some rotten relative commit you?

An uncle.

No kidding.

That wouldn't be Uncle Georgie Corral by any chance, would it?

What'd you say?

Why, nothing, pal.

You're hearing voices.

Very good, Mr. Smith.

Now, let's see a pro one.

Oh?

Yes, sir?

I want to see Mr. Brutzi. Something I want to tell him.

Oh.

Mr. Brutzi's gone into town, Mr. Lewis.

When will he be back?

This evening sometime.

Maybe Dr. Howard can help you?

No, I... I want to see the superintendent.

Well, yes, sir.

I'll tell him just as soon as he comes in.

No.

Tabor, what are you doing there?

I asked you, what are you doing there?

They, uh... They left me outside.

What?

Rhodes, this is Ward.

Any word from Lewis?

No, sir. I expected the usual call for Brodsey at 9 .15, but he hasn't checked

in yet.

Contact him.

Right away.

Yes, sir.

Paul, that man's a killer.

Come on, come on, straightjack.

Wait. Come on, down, down.

He tried to kill me, Paul.

Let him go.

He's an FBI agent.

Let him go.

Gosh.

Gosh, help me.

Gosh, help me.

Help.

Thelma said you were back.

I talked to the hospital again.

Brucie will be okay.

Good.

How'd the hearing turn out?

Fine.

We got Carell.

Lou, was Tabor insane all along?

Matter of semantics.

Well, I think he must have been.

I know I couldn't have myself committed to a place like that for any reason.

Could you?

I don't know.

Never been that scared.