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Any sign of her? No.

You're certain she did not go back into the building? Positive. I was hoping

that she would pick up her train.

There was a switch made.

Very nicely managed.

We followed the wrong taxi, the wrong woman.

Well, nothing's to be done.

She's gotten away.

Right, Desko? I followed her into the elevator, but she made another switch.

The operator would not hold doors for me. By the time we got down at the

level, she was gone.

No, another. He's gone home, off duty.

Kessler, I... Time, please.

Yes?

Excellency? No, Ambassador Corbin is not here. Who's speaking, please?

Kessler. Kessler, this is Huston.

You have a report on Mrs. Holman.

Only that she has gotten away from us. What?

I am sorry.

You are sorry.

You ought to be not.

She was going to try and contact her husband.

Her husband is dead.

No, he's hiding.

He may be preparing to defect to the Americans.

He was to call his wife at the public phone booth across the corner from Perry

and Grand at 10 o 'clock.

It's probably too late, but get someone out there anyway.

Why didn't you tell us about this phone booth, Yustov?

Because I was supposed to be there myself.

Unfortunately, the FBI had to ask me some questions.

I don't like these secrets, Yustov.

Either you are on our side or you are not.

Or are you on the side of the one who pays you the most?

You know, Kessler, I would hold my tongue if I were you.

If it grows too insulting, someone might be tempted to cut it out for you.

Stop arguing and get someone out there right away.

I want to talk to Mrs. Holman before they get behind us.

a Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production starring Ephraim Zimbalist

also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks,

with guest stars Donna Winter, George Voskovic,

John Van Vreelen, and special guest star Paul Lucas.

Tonight's episode, The Defector, Part 2.

So far as the United Nations is concerned.

Now on the local scene, investigation continues into the causes of the fire

destroyed Ali's Club last Tuesday night.

Although arson and FBI officials have refused all comment, rumor remains

today that the blaze was set as an act of deliberate murder, the political

assassination of red chess champion Dr. Gregory Holman.

Have him come in, please.

Claude, my dear fellow, how good to see you again. You too, Excellency. I

expected your head would be swelled to twice its size after all these praises

have been heaped on it.

You know, it may turn out to be the Antwerp summit meeting.

to the history books, but to those of us who realize how hard you work to

organize it. It's already the Townshend Conference.

And I think that this could truly and finally mean peace in our time.

Let's pray that it does, Excellency.

Claude, we have known each other for so many years.

Can we speak frankly, just this once, as friends rather than diplomats?

Sure.

What is it you want, exactly?

Exactly?

Two things, exactly.

A more discreet investigation of the fire, and your absolute assurance to me

that Holman is really dead.

Really dead?

I have heard, as a matter of fact, that the body in the morgue is not his.

That he has changed places with someone before the fire started.

That he is in hiding, and his wife knows where his hiding place is.

Excellency, this... It is a simple enough matter.

If you should find Holman alive, you turn him over to my embassy at once, of

course.

Otherwise, and I can't imagine anything worse, I am to advise you officially

that my government will deem itself too insulted to attend the conference in

Antwerp. Sir.

Think it over, Claude. Which is more important, this defector or this

civilization?

So that's it.

At least the threat is out in the open.

If you fail to locate Holman within the next three days, the American delegation

will be going to Antwerp as blind as newborn kittens, so far as knowing what

prime minister wants or needs or fears.

On the other hand, if you do find Holman and he cracks their codes for us,

Corbyn's government won't even show up at the conference.

Well, what do we do?

Sizzle in the frying pan or perish in the fire?

Mr. Townsend, when the ambassador spoke of Holman's being alive, did he seem to

believe what he was saying, or was he just trying to get a reaction from you?

Testing me, you mean?

He could have been, now that I think of it.

Yustov's probably selling information to both sides.

Yustov? The European chess champion. He's over here for the tournament.

Holman had a feeling he was going to be assassinated, so he asked Yustov to help

him disappear.

Well, if he trusted the man that much... He didn't trust him well enough to tell

him where he was going.

Holman only agreed to an arrangement whereby Yustov could contact him in an

emergency.

That's the information he sold us. How to make the contact.

He wanted to talk to Holman himself, but we couldn't trust him either, so Mrs.

Holman went along instead.

Well, then wouldn't they be scouring the town for her?

If she's seen Holman, well...

They'll want to talk before we do.

If she's seen Holman.

Shouldn't she have contacted you by now?

Any moment.

Unless they've already picked her up.

Hexie, ma 'am?

No, I don't...

Yeah, thank you.

Don't I know you?

I should...

Help

me!

Ron, just try it, please. I'm sorry, lady. I'm off duty.

Yes, ma 'am.

Listen,

it's my husband, Paolo. He's got a gun.

He's very jealous. He might kill me.

He might kill you, too, if we don't get away from here.

Hang on, lady.

Thank you.

Inspector Erskine, please, quickly.

Erskine. This is Barbara Holman, Mr.

Erskine. Yes, Mrs. Holman.

I've seen him.

He's alive.

I've talked to him.

Were you followed?

Well, not there, but I did do something foolish.

I went back to the Perry Street booth and one of Corbyn's men was waiting, a

driver. Where are you now?

But I got another cab and we got away from him.

I'm on the...

I'm on Bush Street.

Is your taxi still outside?

Yes.

All right. Have him take you to the morgue. I'll meet you there.

Well, I... Mrs. Holman, I'm going to ask you to play an extremely difficult

role. We want Corbin and you to start to think that your husband is dead, that

you weren't able to contact him.

Do you think you can do it?

Well, I could try.

Good. I'll meet you in half an hour.

All right. Yes.

You're taking a big risk, Lewis. That woman is not a professional actress.

It's the time for risks, Arthur. Meaning what?

Meaning we keep Holman hidden while he breaks their codes. At the same time,

convince Corbin beyond any doubt that he's dead.

You think you can do all that?

I think we have to do all that.

She's at the mall.

I took the liberty of putting men at a half a dozen places where I thought she

might head for.

Was that man near enough to see her face?

He was crying.

Then the contact failed.

Well, she evidently thinks now that it's her husband's body that they are

holding. Or she evidently wants us to think so.

No, no, no, Alex. I know Barbara for a long time. She's not clever enough to

plot something like that.

Holman is dead.

It was a ghastly and stupid way to kill a man, Kessler, but it seems to have

been very successful.

It wasn't successful.

Your Excellency, I've told you. The man is alive.

I told you he asked me to help him on the night he disappeared.

He never went to that nightclub.

Someone took his place with the briefcase and the bomb.

You promised me $5 ,000 to prove it.

Then do so.

Don't just mouth accusations like a parrot.

I think you are deluding yourself, Yustov.

You want to believe Holman's alive so you can collect your pay.

Could it be, Your Excellency, that you want to believe Holman is dead so that

codes will be broken, no conferences scuttled?

With your permission, sir, I would like to speak to Mrs. Holman personally.

As you say, she simply isn't clever enough to carry on a masquerade any much

longer.

She'll make a mistake.

Sooner or later.

He said what?

Mr. Erskine, I begged him to turn himself in to you, but he's afraid.

Of what?

Of you, Stoff.

Of a man named Kessler.

And of what might happen to the children.

Mrs. Holman, doesn't your husband realize the importance of this?

Well, what would happen?

They're still in Europe at our house, and all the Prime Minister would have to

do is to pick up the telephone.

I wanted him to help, but he's afraid, so that's the end of it as far as I'm

concerned.

He's alive.

That's all that matters to me.

Inspector, there's a man named Yustov in the waiting room.

He says he's come to escort Mrs. Holman back to her hotel.

Oh, I... He'll be all right.

Remember, he'll be crying.

You found out once and for all that your husband is dead.

You're exhausted.

You're in a state of shock.

Don't tell him anything.

Gary, get me Jim Rhodes of the Bureau, will you? He's in cryptanalysis.

Madame?

Well, Madame, what is it?

Dr. Holman's dead.

There's no longer any question of it.

That's horrible.

Well, we'll claim the body this afternoon.

We'll hold a private service at, say, four o 'clock.

Unless you have some objection.

Objection at all.

Madame, if you please.

I'll have to box you in, Gary. I'll need an identification on the body by this

afternoon. Do you think you can make it? We're running a lead down now. We found

part of an orthopedic shoe, and we think it might have been his.

The maker generally keeps a plaster cast on tap for reorders, so we're checking

out every firm doing that kind of work.

I'll go speed him up.

Jim. Yeah?

Any luck breaking the code?

Uh, nothing yet.

Seems to be based on a quotation from their literature.

A proverb of some kind.

I don't know. It must be a million of them.

Without Holman's help, it'll take weeks.

Any luck there?

We'll have to make our own luck.

How about the cab Holman was supposed to have taken that night?

Uh, 4108.

The driver's still under surveillance.

He hasn't been back to work ever since, as a matter of fact. His cab's in the

garage. Broken axle.

All right, I'll meet you there.

And ask the driver to come in for an interview. And pick up his fare slips

that night.

What about the prints in the cab?

None were Holman's.

Did you try the floor?

No, sir.

Yes, sir

I'm sorry, Mrs. Holman. I thought you'd gone.

Yes, well, just get out, would you please?

Yes, sir.

You

do

a

thing, well, it'll soon be over now.

You'll be going back to Europe with your children, your friends, your husband.

Madame, I don't know whether Gregory mentioned it to you or not, but the fact

is, he told me he was going to disappear.

I know he wasn't in that nightclub fire.

Well, then he must have lied to you, because I know he's dead.

Let me see if I can guess.

What your husband said when he talked to you this morning?

He said his prime reason for staying hidden was to protect the children.

Shall we make a bargain, madame?

My husband is dead. Now, please stop torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe... I can guarantee his safety, yours, and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Don't you see? Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!

Okay, photograph and lift them.

Are they Holman's?

All right, Mr. Walsh, if you mind coming along with us now, we'd like to ask you

a few more questions.

Hey, listen, I've never been in any trouble before.

You've made a mistake.

You still maintain you only took one man from the Chamberlain Hotel to the

nightclub?

One, yes.

The Holman.

I identified his picture for you.

What was he doing on the floor, Mr. Walsh?

He wasn't on the floor.

He couldn't have been hiding, could he?

From what?

Well, maybe he thought he was being followed.

Maybe he hired a man to dress like him, sit in the back seat and get out of the

nightclub.

Look, Mr... Your odometer is checked every night, isn't it, Mr. Walsh?

Your fare slips show pickup points, destination.

Suppose we retraced your route up to the time you left the nightclub.

And suppose we subtracted those miles from the final reading.

You could save us a lot of trouble.

Where'd you take him?

Okay.

It was, uh...

Corner of 6th Street and Saturday Road.

He got a hold of me there that morning.

And gave me $100.

Told me what to do.

But I didn't know that place was going to be bombed.

Hi.

Lou?

Got a visitor.

Thanks, Mr. Walsh. That's all for now.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holman gave me permission to enter, and the manager provided me with a

uniform.

I think I'm a better lab assistant than a maid, Mr. Erskine, but I did my best.

Did you spot anything?

Yes, sir. There are two bugs.

One under the pillow on the bed, one behind the sofa, left side of the room.

Take a look at the suite they reserved next door.

We have Mrs. Holman's permission to go in.

Right.

Thank you.

My husband is dead.

Please stop torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe, I can guarantee his safety, yours and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Madame, don't you see... Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!

You certainly have a way with women, Alex, haven't you?

This is a very difficult woman, Your Excellency.

But I think she'll be ready to talk guarantees with you at the funeral.

It'd be a fool to believe your guarantees.

Yes.

She is a fool.

his safety, yours, and the children. There'll be no recriminations, no

And the grotesque monster who attempted to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Yeah, he's usually in.

He's a funny one, though.

He don't say very much.

In the mornings, he generally goes out and gets some groceries and picks up a

paper. I don't know, he stops and makes, I don't know what he does.

That's his room.

I know he's in there.

Thank you.

I wouldn't try it, Doctor.

You'd never make it.

Thank you.

Well, I suppose I ought to be grateful that it was the FBI who found me and

looked you stuff.

How'd you do it?

Follow Barbara?

No.

No?

You mean you did it on your own?

You waste very little time, Mr. Riskin.

There's very little time left.

The conference.

Yes, Barbara told me.

I wish I could help.

You can.

Not as long as my children are in danger.

That didn't stop you from the thought of defecting before.

Weren't they in danger then?

I wasn't going to defect until later, sir.

I intended to wait until I could have my wife and my children with me.

But when they brought Kessler into it, I knew there was no time left. I had to

run.

Then, when I saw by the headlines that I was supposed to be dead, I decided to

take advantage of the mistake.

You see, I thought Barbara would go home and that somehow I could

get a message to her.

In six months or a year, she could leave Europe with the children and I could

turn myself in to the FBI.

What was the name of the substitute you hired?

Andre Zabo.

Poor soul.

I didn't know they meant to kill me that night.

Did he have a family here?

Neither here nor in Europe.

He was quite alone.

No one to mourn him but me.

And this Kessler was responsible for the fire?

I think so, yes.

Although I don't see how we're ever going to be able to prove it.

Inspector, can you speak to Gary Dool now?

Yeah, I'll be right down. Okay.

Doctor, we could bring the messages here for you to decode.

We'd conduct everything in the strictest secrecy.

No.

Erskine. Inspector, they're here to claim the body.

We know the man's name, Andre Szabo, but we haven't been able to trace his

family. He was alone.

Tell Corbin to go ahead. D .C. authorities are cooperating with a

Yes, sir.

Take him out to the hearse.

But you see, the FBI isn't going to release an unknown corpse to you.

Unless the corpse is Horland. But it isn't.

Holman is alive.

Holman!

All right, sir. The hearse can accept the body at the rear end. Thank you.

Well, I expect I'd better pick up the bereaved widow.

I expect you had.

She's at the Episcopal church down the street from the hotel.

Rescoe followed her there.

Thank you, Kessler.

You are quite welcome, Houston.

We'll meet you at the funeral parlor.

Yes, Your Excellency.

We found the tape recorder in the second Holman suite.

A man named Kettler is the second key to it, but he's only there once in the

morning and again at night.

Apparently to pick up the tape.

Automatic starter in the recorder.

Yeah, it stops automatically 30 seconds after the voices stop.

Mrs. Holman's at church right now. I called her and asked her to lead her

surveillance away from the hotel.

Thought maybe you'd like to look around.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing.

Clever, huh?

I'm writing it off.

Mrs. Holmansky, please.

Now that's for us who'll hang up and ring again.

Rhodes. Yustov and Mrs. Holman just entered the lobby.

What about Corbin and Kessler?

Report just came in.

They're at the funeral parlor.

Okay, thanks.

Yustov and Mrs. Holman are on their way up.

She might have been here.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm very tired. I'd like to rest a little before we go.

I'll meet you in the lobby.

Madame, why won't you trust me?

How on earth can I make you understand that I'm your friend? Ah, you sir.

What are you afraid of? Calvin?

Tesla? We are perfectly alone.

There's no one in here.

There's no one under the couch.

Why aren't you honest with me?

Admit the truth and you will see. I have told you the truth. My husband is dead.

He's dead.

All right.

Your husband is dead.

Very well.

We'll go through with the burial, the speeches, the sadness, the whole

Then right after the funeral, you will be flown home, and I will stay here to

continue the search.

Flown home?

Directly after the funeral?

Yes. Well, the ambassador feels it will be cruel to keep you separated any

longer from your children.

There's a plane ready this afternoon.

But, Eustace, I'm... Yes, madame.

I know.

You need time to ask your husband's advice.

To make future plans?

To find out whether I can be trusted or not?

Isn't that so?

Well, I can give you time.

How? Very simply.

The ambassador has already asked my advice on the matter.

I could tell him that after thinking it over, you are too emotionally upset to

travel. that the government would fly your children here.

Well?

Is Gregory alive?

Then we have a bargain.

I'll pick you up in the lobby in half an hour.

Is Gregory alive?

Yes.

Then we have a bargain.

I'll pick you up in the lobby in half an hour.

Private clean.

You go by the hotel and settle the bill for the two rooms.

Then bring the last tape to the embassy.

All right. Get back to the embassy, sir.

I have a few letters.

Yusuf. Yes, ma 'am.

He said we would go to the airport.

Did he?

Good.

You can hardly wait to see your little ones, can't you?

Do give them my love.

But, Yusuf, I'm too upset to travel.

Why can't they be brought here?

Brought here?

Oh, no, it's absolutely out of the question.

There'll be problems of school, of passports, all sorts of red tape.

I'm surprised we must address it.

But he'll never allow the children to leave.

It's the strongest hold he has over me.

And you think you'll let Corbin go ahead and send your wife home?

We could have her stop to the airport if she wants political asylum.

But that wouldn't solve the problem of the children.

As long as Yustov knows that I'm alive.

You still can't prove it.

You're sure you erased the tape?

Well, I thank you for that anyway.

It could turn out to be the most important move of the whole chess game,

know. If it discredits Yustov badly enough.

Corvin's got the patience of Job.

Except in the case of braggarts who can never prove their claims.

What I'd give to see his face when the tape is played.

All right, that's enough.

No, wait.

No.

You are trying to pay me back for all the imagined insults.

Or is it because you can't stand to let the ambassador know you failed to kill

your man? Houston.

Your Excellency, he erased it, don't you see?

crummy little mind, thought it would dream up something clever to embarrass

You filthy little animal!

You stove!

Barbara, I am... I don't know what to say.

Very ashamed of what Yustov has done.

Gregory is dead.

It was a terrible accident, but we all have to carry on.

Excellency, can't we wait? Can't we wait a week? A week? You're tired. You

cannot sleep on the airplane.

Kester will be with you.

What about her luggage?

In the car, Excellency.

Yustov, you wait right here.

I'll talk to you later.

Please stop torturing me.

If you tell me where Gregory is and if Gregory agrees to leave quietly for

Europe, I can guarantee his safety, yours and the children. There'll be no

recriminations, no tirades.

And the grotesque monster who attempted to kill him will be shot at once.

Get out of here.

Get out of here. I'm done. Don't you see? Get out of here! Get out of here!

out of here!

What do you want?

Are you out of your mind? Put the thing away.

Excellency, may I drive? We're late. I know the way. You like? Thank you.

Please.

31 to 25.

They're headed your way. Pick them up.

25 clear.

31 to control.

Yes. They just left the embassy, probably for the airport.

Is your stuff with them?

No. Well, stay there. Keep an eye on the embassy.

Something's happened. I'll be right back.

running out of Mr.

Corvin's office, and then I see this.

Lou.

Yes.

Yustov's dead, stabbed.

One of the clerks says he saw Kessler coming out of Corvin's office.

All right, call the airport. Have him hold a plane. And tell the airport

to watch for the limousine. I'm on my way. Right. Call Washington National.

a bird pick me up at Ridgeway and State Route 202.

Tell Holman what's happened. Say we'll do everything we can to help his wife.

Kessler, we are not in this much of a hurry.

Be careful, you'll kill us all.

Just to slow down.

Just to slow down.

Thank you.

First get to all units.

First get to all units.

Spotted subject heading north on back road to airport.

First, get to all units.

Converge on back road to airport.

That's the pullover.

all right, Mrs. Holman, Excellency?

Yes, yes.

Yustov's dead.

It looks as if Kessler killed him.

I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the country for a while, Mrs. Holman, as a

material witness.

Oh, thank you.

Of course, of course.

When will Mrs. Holman be able to join him?

She'll have to go back with the children next week.

Then in two or three months she'll be able to apply for passports and join him

in South America as Mrs. Andre Zappo.

Corbin will back her up.

He's convinced Holman's dead.

The first snows.

The first snows of winter fall

upon the sleeping birches.

That's it.

That's the key.

Lou?

We've broken it.

I'll call Townsend.

Thank you, Doctor.

And don't worry.

You'll be back with your family long before the first snows of winter.

Yes.

I think the Szabo family will enjoy Paraguay.

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