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Pizza's ready.

$1 .10.

Hey, how about a couple of nice fresh donuts to go with that, huh?

No, just the pizza.

I'd like to have some toothpicks, please.

Coffee, cigarettes, gum?

The last of the big spenders.

You ought to give me the pizza cheap the way I keep you in business.

Anything else I can throw in for free, buddy?

Yeah, I'd like to have some more toothpicks.

What time is it, please?

11 .30.

They didn't call?

What kept you, man? You know I was hungry.

How'd that lady down there some kind of nut?

How much more time, Case?

She's got about a minute and a half left.

Hey, Case?

Uh... Well, what if you don't kill him?

Maybe you don't have to.

Want some pizza?

No, I ain't hungry.

Come on, relax, baby.

You don't even have to dig him a grave.

I'll kill him. Let's take him down the lake. I'll dump him in.

What's the matter with that family of yours?

Don't they know what's going to happen to you? Six thousand bucks ain't that

much money, you... Go on outside, Junior.

Hey, Casey... I'm in charge, man. Go on outside.

It's dumb.

It's okay.

The ghost picked it up.

He's here with me now.

We got it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Happy days.

You're going home, pal.

Hey, Case, they come through with the dough.

We'll take them back to San Francisco now.

Case?

Hey, he's still a good boy. We're going to take him back to San Francisco.

Kid, we played fair with you, right?

Yeah?

You gonna play fair with us?

I mean, you wouldn't call the FBI or anything.

Because if you do, your daddy does.

Your sister's next.

You understand me?

Huh?

Okay, huh, Kate?

Okay, huh?

Yeah. Hey, you, you're going home.

Boy, 6 ,000 bucks.

What do we do first, huh, Case?

First?

First we pick our next pigeon, man.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars John Larch.

Scott Marlowe.

Robert Blake.

Milton Seltzer.

Tonight's episode, The Price of Death.

Death rode with Paul Wallace all the long miles back to San Francisco.

The kidnappers had killed before and could kill again.

And $6 ,000 was a small price to pay for a human life.

But this time the bargain was made and kept.

And there the matter would have ended.

Except that ten days after Paul Wallace was safely returned to his home and

family, FBI man Alan Bennett, special agent in charge of the San Francisco

office, received an anonymous phone call.

Kidnapping? When?

Yes.

Yes. W -A -L -L -A -C -E?

Was he harmed?

Now, who is this?

Hey, wait a minute.

I want to talk to Washington. Assistant Director Ward. Quickly, please.

I don't remember ever having a case quite like this before.

After he called me, Bennett went to the address the informant gave him.

Now, the family says there was no kidnapping, that it's all a hoax.

But if it is, what's the point?

Now, what about Bennett? Does he think it's a hoax?

He thinks the family is scared to death.

The minute the father heard special agent in charge, he slammed the door

in his face.

Find out when the next San Francisco flight leaves. Yes, sir. Yeah, let's say

12 .30. Your seats are already booked.

Call Bennett. Tell him I'd like to see his kidnap files.

All of them, open as well as closed. I already told him that. He'll have them

ready.

We'll stay at the Henry Hudson.

He's already made your room reservations.

Did you tell him how you like my eggs?

Over light, isn't it?

The father's a butcher.

Around here, that means $1 .49 a week.

The mother's a housewife, and then there's the boy and his sister.

What kind of neighborhood?

Homes. No apartments.

Worth maybe $12 ,000, $13 ,000, $14 ,000.

Probably mortgaged.

Al, what about another source of income?

Not so that it shows.

It's hardly a casebook family, is it?

A man making $149 a week with four people to support.

He's the last guy in the world I tried to get ransom from.

Any of your closed files, Al?

It's not much. Take a look at this one, though. It's still open.

William Goodwin.

Kidnapped seven months ago for $7 ,500 ransom.

There's no lead on him yet.

How old's the Wallace boy?

Sixteen. Same age as the Goodwin boy.

Where do we find the father?

Yes, sir. Help you folks?

Mr. Wallace.

Right.

FBI. My name's Erskine. This is Special Agent Rhodes. How do you do, sir?

Mr. Wallace, we'd like to talk to you about the kidnapping.

What kidnapping?

Your son.

Look, what did I tell your buddy when he came around?

My son's all right. He's home.

Sir, we understand that you paid $6 ,000 in ransom.

Who's that, sir? We received a phone call.

You believe everything you hear, mister?

Where'd you get the call from?

Was your son kidnapped?

No.

Mr. Wallace, you should be aware that it's against the law to conceal a crime.

Is that what you're charging me with?

I'm asking for your cooperation.

Look, get out of here and leave me and my family alone.

Oh, boy.

Remind me to buy my steaks somewhere else.

I don't know how they found out.

What's important is that we didn't tell them and they don't know much.

And that's how we keep it.

Paul?

Okay, Dad.

Whatever you say.

I'm saying to stay out of it.

I may as well tell you, I won most of that money in a poker game anyway.

So it's a push, a standoff.

What I don't want is something else happening.

And it won't.

Susie, you have nothing to worry about as long as I handle it.

I'm just not sure that we shouldn't tell the FBI.

Well, I am.

We've lived up to our end of it, and those men have lived up to theirs.

So now we leave them alone, and they leave us alone.

And if they steal somebody else's son... Ethel.

But, Fred, if the FBI could catch them and put them... And if the FBI couldn't.

What's the matter with you, Ethel? Are you crazy? Whose children count? Ours or

somebody else's? Now let's mind our own business.

Who says they're ever going to try it again anyway?

It's a risk for them, too.

Oh, I... I think it's all over with.

All over.

Number 17.

17!

All right!

All bets down.

Oh, wait, wait.

Twelve.

Five on the right.

Double O.

Twelve, twelve, twelve, twelve, twelve, twelve.

The number is... The number is twelve.

Twelve! Yes,

sir, it certainly is.

Well, one more?

It's up to you.

You're not going to stop now, mister.

But this is it.

I'll play 27 on the red. And if I win on this one,

that's it. I'm finished. I'm through. That's it. That's it. I promise you.

one. All bets now.

No more bets.

Board is closed. 27.

27. 27.

27.

27.

And this is for you.

I never had a run like this before. Look at me.

Look at how I'm shaking.

You don't know what this means.

What does it mean?

When I get back to San Francisco and I get the wife and kids in the living room

and I light that fire and I'm going to throw that mortgage right in.

You got kids? I got kids, too. How many you got? I got two, a boy and a girl. I

must be the luckiest guy in the whole world.

His name is Bobby.

Vigazzi's daughter is 14.

Ellen.

She's with an ad in L .A.

She'll be back next week.

There's a big dance tonight at Bobby's school.

8 to 11.

Okay. You call Junior and the ghost.

Cover the house from 10 .30 on.

Just in case.

What?

Junior's been crabbing at me again about the Goodwin kid.

He says he'd never come in if he thought the kid was gonna get knocked off.

We gotta do something about Junior.

You understand?

Junior's got a big mouth.

I know.

When?

After this job.

What's the matter with right now?

I mean, are you sure you just ain't putting it off, Case?

Look, man, that's my brother.

And I set after this job.

What are they doing over there? Having a barbecue?

Here she is, Dad.

The hottest day of the year, and my husband builds a fire. Now, you can't be

cold. True.

Gonna cook marshmallows?

I give up. Tell her, Bobby.

The mortgage.

Dollar!

Oh, Joe!

Oh, boy, women.

Yeah, women.

Fran, you burn it up.

Yeah, well, come on.

Pretend it's your roast beef and burn it to a crisp.

I must phone call.

Well, I wouldn't know about that. Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you, Mrs. Wallace?

Yes,

they're back.

Hey, honey, we weren't speaking till one o 'clock.

Fred, this is Inspector. I know who it is.

Do you have a warrant to enter this house?

Fred, I told them that they could come in.

Mr. Wallace, on March 10th, you withdrew $6 ,000 from your checking account.

That was the same week your son was absent... Let me tell you something,

Inspector. You can go to banks and schools and ask questions, and I can't

you. But you're never going to get me or any member of my family to admit to

something that just did not happen.

Does the name William Goodwin mean anything to you?

He was a South Toledo boy. He was kidnapped six months ago.

I don't recall it.

I remember it.

They, uh, paid the ransom, but they never found the boy.

Paul, go to bed. The point I'm trying to make, Mr. Wallace, is that no kidnapper

can be trusted.

Paul could help us, Mr. Wallace. He might be able to remember voices,

directions. No.

We talked to the San Francisco police.

They'll assign men to guard your house and your children. You don't have to

worry about reprisals. Inspector, I'm not worried about anything.

Paul's back. It's over. Done.

Finished. Mr. Wallace, they'll keep right on doing this unless they're

That's your problem.

I'm no brother's keeper.

I'm Ethel's keeper, Paul's keeper, Susie's keeper, and that's it. Nothing

I have no brothers.

I have no friends.

Just my family.

Fred, you're wrong.

Oh, come on. Now it's late. Let's all go to bed. Fred, you are wrong.

You know, I am a part of this.

And I do know what I'm talking about.

And it's why I called the FBI in the first place.

Those maniacs have to be stopped. They just have to.

All I can see is the same thing happening over and over again.

I just can't bear it.

Chase, you're the boss. I know that.

That's why I always do what you say. You do the thinking for both of us.

But just this one time, I'm telling you, I got a feeling that we ought to just

take off down the road and think about this for a while. Maybe blow the whole

deal and just... Here we come.

Who could that be?

Your boss.

Hello.

Mr. Ragazzi?

Yeah? Now listen, I'm only going to say this once.

We got your boy, Bobby. If you want him back alive, you do what we tell you.

What? Who is this?

Don't call the police or Ellen will be next.

You'll find a note under your garbage can.

Oh, no, no. Wait a minute. Are you serious?

Now, look.

Don't. The boy's... Joe, what's happened to Bobby?

Was that Bobby?

Who are you going to call?

Hello, FBI.

Now, look, somebody just called and said they kidnapped our son.

But the boy is sick.

He needs insulin. He'll die if he doesn't get insulin. Help me!

Oh, yeah, the doctor. Come in. Come in.

Inspector Eskin.

Yeah, sit down. Sit down.

You, uh, you got here quick.

I'm, uh, my name is, uh, Joseph Ferragazzi.

Uh, can I get you a drink or something? No, nothing, thank you. Oh, have one.

And it doesn't help.

My wife, well, thank God, we still have some sleeping pills.

They kidnap millionaire sons. I'm a shoe salesman.

What's the boy's name and age, Mr. Ragazzi?

Bobby.

Robert, 16.

Say, the kidnappers contacted you by telephone.

Yes, everything happened so quickly. I wanted to tell him about the diabetes.

You see, he needs two shots a day. He already missed the one this afternoon.

He'll go into a coma.

How much did they ask for?

Uh, $7 ,500.

You, uh, picked up any extra money in the last few months?

What?

Well, yes.

Where? Reno.

Del's Club.

You, uh, tell many people about this?

Many. Everybody. We paid off the mortgage with it.

What if, uh...

Man say to you on the telephone.

Well, he said, we've got Bobby.

If you want him back alive, do what we tell you.

Call the police and Ellen's next.

Something like that.

Ellen's your daughter?

Yes.

He spoke of Bobby and Ellen by name?

Uh -huh.

Where's Ellen now?

With my sister -in -law in Los Angeles.

Her address?

Funny, I just automatically figured the FBI ought to be called in, but suppose I

find out where she is and... Well, I don't think that's very likely, Mr.

Of course, if you want assurances... No, no.

No, I want help.

All you can give me.

Anything you decide.

2151 Eldora Road.

But what's the matter with me?

They left a note under the...

Trash can.

Turn out all right, Mr. Agassi.

Believe it.

We're here, pal.

Hey, come on, you.

Hey, little man, wake up.

Come on, buddy boy, end the line.

Hey.

Hey, pal.

Hey.

Is this guy dead?

Hey, wake up. Hey.

Hey, you, get up.

He's dead. You're not about to wake him up by yelling in his ear.

He is, huh, Case?

Oh, man, that's a shame.

I was half thinking that I'd pull this job again in a year or so.

Same kid, same family.

Okay,

man, let's drive him on up to the lake.

Case, whatever happened to us, man? How did we get into this?

What?

We was doing okay, just traveling around the country and working a little,

playing a little.

It's that Dom guy.

When you got hooked up with him and that other creep that he's with.

What's the matter, Junior?

You don't like the money?

I don't like the killing case.

You killed that other kid like it was nothing to you.

Come on, Case. Let's get out of here.

We'll hit the road again.

Come on. We'll go to Florida.

We'll find some sunshine and... I can't make it around here. This place is

driving me nuts with that lake.

I'm getting nightmares.

Well, the job's finished, you might say.

I guess now's as good a time as any.

You bet.

Get in that car and I'll get us out of here so fast.

Hey.

I don't think this guy's dead.

Hey, kid.

He's alive, Case.

Hey, kid.

He's alive. Take it easy, kid.

He's moving. He ain't dead.

Hey, pal.

He's not dead, Case.

All right, well, let's get him out of here.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

Bobby Ragazzi is in high school.

He's a diabetic.

And he'll die without insulin.

He has a sister, 14.

His mother's a housewife.

His father sells shoes for a living.

You don't know the same gang was behind it.

If I knew that, Mr. Wallace, I wouldn't be standing around here.

You can help us find out.

Yes.

I mean, it's time.

It's got to stop somewhere.

I think so, too.

Don't think.

I'll do the thinking for all of us.

It's because of you I'm doing this.

Nothing's different.

Fred, they have somebody else's son, and we know who it is.

It is different.

Every one of you.

You've always trusted me.

Were you sorry?

Did I feed you?

Make a home for you?

Did I ever do anything that wasn't the absolute best for you ever?

And now when I tell you that I know, that I absolutely know that this is

is it for me?

I know why you killed my girl.

Mr. Erskine, how do we go about this?

If your parents have no objection, I'll drive you downtown.

All right.

I'll go with you.

Ward.

Oh, good. Put him on.

Lewis, this is Arthur.

Yes, Arthur.

Listen, Lewis, the Ragazzi ransom note matches the Goodwin note. Same kind of

paste, same paper.

Any fingerprints?

No, nothing.

All right, thank you.

Anything new out there?

Yes, we've got the Wallace boy with us. I'll keep informed.

Three or four hours.

Any names used?

Case, Casey, and Junior.

Did they ever open the trunk?

Once.

We were skidding, and, well, they just opened the trunk, and see how I was, I

guess. It was cold.

My ears hurt, and I don't know, we just kept going up, just kept going up and

up.

Could you have been in snow?

Maybe, yeah.

What did they feed you, Paul?

Pizza. Pizza.

You sure?

Yeah, it was pizza.

The one named Junior went out for it a couple of times.

He used the car.

How long would he be gone?

Oh, it's quite a while.

Well, his father just came in with his wife. He wants to talk to you and to Mr.

Ragazzi.

Mr. Ragazzi.

Paul, do they ever talk about a restaurant or a town?

Mr. and Mrs. Wallace, Mr. Ragazzi, how do you do?

Mr. Ragazzi.

Please sit down.

How are you feeling?

Oh, better, better.

I've been listening to your son.

That's a wonderful boy you've got there, Mr. Wallace.

I know.

Better than this old man.

Mr. Wallace, where did you get the $6 ,000 you paid the kidnappers?

Blackjack. In Reno.

I don't know what it's worth.

There were a couple of guys hanging up on my shoulder.

They followed me out.

I remember because at first I thought they were after my winnings.

Would you recognize either of them if you saw them again?

Come on now, partner. Drink this.

Come on, man. Wake up, please.

What do you say there, Florence Nightingale?

How's little patient?

He ain't no better.

Hey, you want to throw a couple?

Farthest one outside the circle gets to hold the patient's hand.

Man, will you quit worrying?

You look like a bloodhound with an earache.

All right, so he dies. It's better that way.

We should have never let the other kid go.

You're going to kill that kid no matter what happens, ain't you?

Come on, man. Get off my back.

Case, don't it ever bother you what you did to that good one kid?

It's the facts of life, baby.

When it has to be done, I do it.

Yeah, sometimes it bothers me.

I hang back.

I hang back.

It's done, man.

Done.

You recognize any of them? I don't know. I

don't know. It could be him, but there were so many people around. I was too

excited. I just don't know.

Rhodes.

Tell Bennett to put a surveillance on this man if he can find him. Take along

copy. I'll send you any others we come up with.

And look for isolated mountain cabins with pizza restaurants nearby.

Yes, sir.

Wallace, how are you coming?

Oh, uh... Let me get this straight now, Inspector.

If I were to spot what it is meant for you, when you were able to track him

down, what happens?

I mean, suppose you spook the rest of the gang.

What if one of them gets away and hides out and hires somebody else to kill my

girl? Mr. Wallace, that... I'm asking you a question, Inspector. Could it

happen?

It's my job and the Bureau's job to do this in the safest and fastest way we

can. And it's your job, Mr. Wallace, as a private citizen, to help in any way

you can.

This was one of the men.

Mr. Agassi?

Yes. Yes.

He was in Del's club.

Bennett Erskine.

We want to locate a male Caucasian named Henry Richard Curtis.

Last known address, Binford Hotel.

Binford Hotel, Oakland, California.

Occupation, assistant manager, State Burlesque Theater.

Nickname, The Ghost.

I know, I know, but he was supposed to pick me up here. How long ago did he

leave?

Well, don't you know where he went?

Yeah, okay, okay.

If you hear from him, tell him I'll be in the alley.

Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Well, I'm a couple of minutes

late, so all right, big deal. I thought the feds had you.

Hey, will you quit? You're scaring yourself, like a little kid in a dark

Well, get in if you're in such a hurry. Get in!

Better cut this happy out.

Freeze! Hands above your head!

Let's go! Come on, come on, come on! Against the wall! Come on!

You're down a grain.

You got the wrong man. Who's with Bobby Ragazzi, Casey or Junior?

I don't know.

The boy's a diabetic. If he dies, you'll be an accessory.

I don't know.

He rented the cabin. I don't know. There's a phone there. What's the

What's the number?

386 -9191.

Area code 702.

That's definitely on the Nevada side.

Tell him to run it down. I'll meet him in Reno.

Is this the four of you?

Yeah, yeah.

Power's over there.

This is Bobby's doctor, Special Agent Rhodes, Dr. Wolf. Doctor, how do you do?

How do you do?

I checked out that phone number for you. It's a cabin in the mountains about 30

miles out of town. There's only one road that leads to it.

Now, there's a hamburger stand nearby about five miles west that sells pizza.

I have men checking both areas.

Now, the SRA said that there's no possible way to get to that cabin

being spotted, so we're just going to have to wait till they come down.

Well, I don't think the boy can last more than another hour.

All right, let's go. I have clothes for you in the back.

Well, yeah, but now look, if there's going to be any shooting... Neither

been back since this morning. No, sir.

Last time, the younger boy, he come in around, oh, 11 .30, and then again

5 for pizza.

I've been looking for him. Is there any way to get up there beside that road?

No, but there are trails. Inspector, we'd better get up there.

Lou!

Just a minute.

Go ahead, Blue Unit. What is it?

There's a car answering that description coming down the road now.

Have all units stand by. Stand by all units. You're going to go with Mr.

Give me a candy bar.

Five cents.

Just stepped out. She'll be right back.

All right.

Junior Casey, FBI.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Get your hands up. I'm against the law.

Bring your feet back.

What's the matter?

Get her out.

Is Bobby Ragazzi still alive?

Bobby who?

It's over, Junior. We picked up Dominic and the ghost.

Now is the boy alive or not?

He's sick.

Is he conscious?

No. How many guns has your brother got?

How many guns has he got?

Look, Junior, Casey can't get away.

All he can do is get himself killed. Is that what you want?

You want to see your brother killed?

No.

He got a .38 and...

A couple of knives.

If I don't get back there on time, he's going to know something's wrong.

Suppose you let us worry about that.

Get the doctor in the car.

Mister, you can't even go near that cabin because if you do, my brother will

that guy's throat.

How do we get him out of the cabin?

Away from the boy?

He'll come outside for me.

I'll be in the back seat.

Behind the wheel.

Roger.

He's coming out now.

Welcome home, little brother.

I knew it was dumb to hang back.

Hey, Case?

Yeah, well... Case?

Hey, maybe... Yeah, yeah, sure, baby.

Florida, huh?

I think you'll make it, Inspector.

The food is delicious, Mrs. Ward. Thank you very much.

Children.

Oh, no, thank you.

Aren't you afraid?

Afraid?

Inspector, coffee?

Oh, thank you.

How was the sandwich?

Delicious.

What's your secret?

Knowing the butcher.

What's yours?

Do you know that for 20 years I've been trying to get that man to mix with

people and take an interest and not look at him?

Listen, we have fun in that butcher shop. As a matter of fact, they always

all butchers are cut -ups anyway.

He'll be running for mayor next.

Wouldn't surprise me.

Junior Casey, Dominic Green, and Henry Richard Curtis were tried and convicted

and are now serving life sentences in Leavenworth Penitentiary.

Arnold George Casey was sentenced to death and is awaiting execution, pending

final appeal to the United States Supreme Court.

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