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You better fasten your seatbelt there,
Walt.

Mr. Williams?

Your seatbelt.

Oh, thank you.

So, home again, huh?

Yes, sir. You can take Paris, Rome,
London, the whole shebang.

Just as long as you leave me little old
New York City.

This your first trip abroad?

Yes.

How long were you away?

Fifteen years.

Well, there you are, you see.

Fifteen years?

Will there be anybody there to meet you
after all this time?

I sincerely hope not.

Your attention, please. KBO flight 400
from Paris to London is now arriving at

gate 22.

Passengers who have cleared immigration
may be...

Never mind. Come along.

Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr...
Dalton.

Murray Dalton.

Listen, I hate to just leave you like
this. No, no, it's all right. Don't you

worry about me.

Well, you have my phone number. Yes, I
do.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Dr. Strayer?

My name is Joseph Koldoctor.

I'm from the embassy.

Please.

If he has to shoot, he will, of course.

We have a car outside.

This is nothing but kidnapping.

Suppose I call the police.

Go ahead.

You have been a traitor to both sides.

I imagine the Americans want you as
badly as we do.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, William
Reynolds, with guest stars

David Opatashu, Betty Ackerman,

Victoria Shaw, and special guest star
Richard Kiley.

Tonight's episode.

The Homecoming.

On the morning of February 4th, copies
of a coded communication between

diplomats of a nation unfriendly to the
United States were delivered by an

informant to the FBI's cryptanalysis
section in Washington.

The simple directive contained in the
message would not only shatter the calm

this quiet Sunday, but would reactivate
an espionage case that had remained open

in the FBI files for 15 years.

you go from San Francisco, huh?

I have two speeches to give there, and
then I fly on up to Portland and

That's where I started, you know.

Seattle? Mm -hmm.

I was 26.

First assignment.

Those were exciting years, too.

Mr. Ward, your car's here.

Oh, good. Fine, Tom.

Thank you, Gary, for making the final
arrangements. Have a good trip, Arthur.

Thank you.

How many more days' testimony do you
have here?

Oh, we'll be through by Thursday.

Well, then I'll see you in Washington on
the weekend.

Morgan.

Strayer.

When?

Yes.

All right, get a current description
from the stewardess and alert all staff

supervisors. We'll want a conference
right away.

What's happened here?

Strayer's back.

John Strayer? He apparently landed at
Kennedy International about 30 minutes

ago. Is that the atomic scientist?

I thought he was dead.

No, he's not dead. He's been living in
East Germany.

He's using the name Walter Williams.

An undersecretary from Code Blue Embassy
named Joseph Court met him at the

airport. He tried to detain him, but
Strayer got away.

Well, it looks like the circle is
closing, huh, Lewis?

It was my case.

I was on the espionage desk here 15
years ago. We got the whole ring, except

Strayer.

When is my plane leave for Chicago, Tom?

About 15 minutes.

I know everything there is to know about
that man.

How he thinks, who he'll contact, who
he'll stay away from.

Luce, you better ride down to the
airport with me. I'll fill you in with

thoughts on the case.

Let me get you in the car. I'd have a
call to make.

Tom, start a file review right away.

He has a sister. You'd better interview
her first.

You don't believe this.

It's me, all right.

How have you been, sister?

How do I look, brother?

I understand that Jerkins divorced you.

Yes.

It wasn't from lack of opportunity.

Believe me.

You'd be amazed at the number of men
that were just dying to get better

acquainted with the sister of America's
foremost traitor.

You'd be amazed at the type, too.

Maybe you wouldn't.

What do you want?

After 15 years?

I'm not sure.

Maybe a little... Tender, loving care?

Tea and sympathy?

I got your Christmas card last year.

How did you find this address?

I managed to keep track of you.

I think I always knew I'd come back
someday.

I wanted someone to come back to.

Someplace.

John.

I'm not terribly up on...

treason, spying.

But it seems to me that the United
States has been trying to jail people

you ever since Benedict Arnold got away.

Now, what in the world makes you think
they're going to change their minds in

your case?

It's not possible for you to change your
mind.

Oh, please.

I've changed, and I learned a great deal
in Europe.

I risked a great deal to get away.

You wanted to leave the communist
paradise?

Why, John?

What happened to all that intellectual
freedom you told me you'd find there?

There isn't any.

Well, but surely there's plenty of
scientific freedom.

I mean, it's only the capitalists that
want to wage war, isn't it?

Certainly the communists never asked you
to build bigger and better bombs.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Can I at least stay here till dark?

No.

Annette, I have one dollar to my name.

That's barely enough for bus fare to...
No!

Get out.

Go back to Europe.

I read that you were married, that you
had a son.

So you really haven't changed at all,
have you?

Still abandoning people.

How do you think they felt when you
left?

They didn't know.

They were both drowned six months ago
while we were vacationing in Yalta.

Give me the FBI.

One moment, please.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I wonder why he came back, Lewis.

What's he after?

Evidently the communists are hunting for
him, too.

Well, it's been 15 years, Art.

Maybe it's just a question of
homesickness.

I don't know.

Not on Strayer's part. That's too human
a quality for him.

You know, it's odd.

I've been more or less personally
involved with a couple of thousand

in the last two decades.

And the only one I clearly remember with
no trouble at all is the one who got

away.

It's been like a pebble in my shoe.

Always there.

There's one other name you should
concentrate on.

Eileen Warren. She's an actress.

I don't know whether or not she's living
in New York, but if she is, Strayer

will certainly try to contact her.

I think she's the only person he ever
really loved.

I'll take care of it.

Well, you know my hotel. If you want any
information, just give me a ring.

I don't have to be at the auditorium
until nine o 'clock.

It's a shame you have to waste a whole
day at the hotel.

Yeah, it certainly is.

I just wonder if there is a later flight
I could take.

There is.

That's the call I had to make.

I booked you on a flight leaving Kennedy
at 6.

I'll get you there in plenty of time for
your speech.

Of course, I told him I'd cancel if you
decided to go ahead with your original

plan.

Frank, turn around as soon as you can.
We're going back.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

Do you mean specifically?

Well, he has several friends he may ask
for help, and we're trying to track

those people down.

Oh, a professor he admired named
Bergstrom, an actress called Eileen

There is one question I have to ask.

If you expect us to hold him here when
we... I see.

No, no, no objection at all, if that's
what you want.

Do it, yes.

He's with me now.

Certainly, Excellency.

Thank you.

He feels in the final analysis that
Stray is too dangerous. He knows too

secrets.

Do you have a gun?

I was hired to locate him in London and
to point him out to you when the plane

got in.

I'm not an assassin.

Could you force yourself to be an
assassin for $10 ,000?

You know what he looks like.

We'll give you all the addresses as we
locate him.

All the help you need.

And then, of course, he may call you
himself.

You're one of the few people in New York
who knows, after all.

Well?

I never carry a gun.

But I know how to use one.

If you can provide it.

Good hunting, Dalton.

Yeah, she lives in number 15 over the
gallery.

She's not home now and not expected
before 10 or 11 tonight.

What about the other names I gave you?

Did you locate Bergstrom?

Yeah, he retired in 1960.

One of the deans I talked to thought
he'd gone to Paris.

Another heard he was dead.

Both of them, by the way, considered
Bergstrom a little fuzzy thinking

politically.

They'll contact us in case Strayer calls
there.

What about the sister?

Well, she was divorced about six months
after Strayer was indicted.

Her ex -husband hasn't heard from her
since, but thinks that she's still in

New York area.

We have several leads we're following up
now.

Who'd you talk to here?

A painter under the umbrella.

Also, Miss Warren's landlord.

Name is Al Bush.

Any cooperative?

Not particularly.

How do his paintings run?

Oh, 500, 1 ,000 apiece.

That's a real bargain. You might like to
buy a couple of dozen, aren't you? Take

a look.

Why not?

Yeah, it's nice balance. It's daring
and... Uh -huh.

I like

this.

That's from my green period.

That's from your green period.

Yeah, well, I happened to run out of
green that day, but my soul was green

I painted it.

Green period.

This is interesting.

Forget that.

It's one of my tenants and afters, and I
just did it for a gag.

And this, this is the, this is a really
beautiful thing.

Oh, uh, that looks like Eileen Warren.

Yeah, it is. But don't hold it against
me. I was drunk when I done that.

I call this one serenity.

Yeah, that's beautiful.

How much is this one?

Special today.

Six hundred.

Would you take ten dollars cash?

Certainly.

This the black portraits?

Okay, I got a million of them.

I haven't seen Eileen Warren in years. I
wonder where she is.

She's here in New York.

Eileen Warren?

Yeah, she's directing a thing off
Broadway.

She's been rehearsing day and night.
Opens tomorrow.

Really? Where?

I don't know. Some converted store.

You wouldn't have to know the name of
the play.

Sorry.

We have an address on Schrager's sister
Morgan call.

312 West 17th Street.

Keep an eye on number 15 in case Eileen
Warren comes back.

And pick up a copy of Weekly Variety.
See what you can find out about

for an off -Broadway play opening
tomorrow night.

Anything on Bergstrom yet? No, sir, not
yet.

Well, he always hated the city.

He loved gardens and walking, so if he's
still alive, he's living in the

suburbs.

Hello, Professor Berkshire.

What... What in the world are you doing
here?

May I come in?

Martin?

Of course you can come in. What kind of
a question is that?

I wasn't sure if you'd be here.

It's the only address I had for you.

I tried writing several times in the
past year, but... Yes, I know.

Your wife and child, I meant to answer,
but, you know, I'm a very poor

correspondent. And I know how the
accident must have shaken you.

I was shaken long before the accident,
Martin.

He accidentally crystallized things.

I don't know if Danny had a special
circle of hell for traitors.

If he didn't, he should have.

It is special, I promise you.

You shouldn't have come back to this
country.

What are you looking for?

I wonder.

John Strayer?

Whatever happened to that young man?

What turned him into me?

To try and save the world isn't an
enormous crime.

Save the world, oh, Martin.

I never believed that foolishness even
when you were preaching it to me in

school.

Why did you do what you did?

I think it was ego.

The need to get my name in the history
books.

The other scientists were getting the
prizes, the applause.

I was jealous.

Treason is actually a very small pond,
Martin.

It's not hard to become the biggest fish
in it.

It's not hard to get attention by
putting your head in the noose.

That's why you came back, isn't it?

To create more headlines.

I came back to make amends.

How? By having your former fellow
citizens spit on you.

Martin, listen to me.

Last April, I met Court Weiss in
Leipzig.

He'd come over from New York to try to
find his mother.

They arrested him on some trumped -up
charge, and they asked me to interview

to see if he'd defect.

He refused, of course, but while I was
talking to him, I thought what a tragedy

his loss would be to the free world.

Martin, I'm a citizen of East Germany
now.

The United States no longer has any use
for me, but...

What do you think would happen if I were
to suggest an exchange?

I think they would execute you the
minute you set foot in East Berlin.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

Don't be an idiot.

You're just splashing around in another
little pond.

Use the brains God gave you for a
minute.

Look, you say both sides want to see you
dead.

Give them what they want.

That way you'll be free.

You'll be able to go away to South
America.

You'll be able to work. You might even
remarry.

Give them what they want.

A body.

I don't understand.

John, a man as desperate as you are...

You might do anything.

You might steal a car. You might drive
it over a cliff. You might commit

in such a way that identification of the
body would almost be impossible.

I hardly recognized him.

He told me he'd lost his wife and child.

He's changed.

He really has changed, I think.

You knew he was a fugitive, Mrs.
Jurgens. Why didn't you call us?

I nearly did.

I started to.

I just couldn't.

Do you ever meet Eileen, Warren, Mrs.
Jurgens?

They were going to be married.

We were together a great deal.

Have you kept in touch with her?

No.

Did he give you any hint as to where he
might be going?

No.

Did he say anything at all about his
plans?

No, he... Mrs. Juergens is very
important.

He said something about... taking a bus.

To where?

I don't know.

A city bus? Or interstate?

He said he only had a dollar.

Does he know anyone who lives within
commuting distance of town?

Yes.

He sent me a card last December, asking
me if I knew whether Martin Bergstrom

was still alive.

He had written Bergstrom several times.
He wanted me to check out the address.

It's Mel Hayden.

Thank you.

But please, please don't hurt him.

He has changed.

Vince, you know Assistant Director Ward.
Hello, Vince.

We heard you calling on the way out.

Well, we established surveillance at the
Bergstrom house. It's half a block

north of here.

But I'm afraid we might have been about
five minutes too late.

Why? The police reported a stolen car
just about the time we pulled up.

That's the owner.

He was hurt trying to stop the thief.

He was able to give us a pretty good
description.

It fits Strayer.

Any suspicious activity around
Bergstrom's place?

No, sir, not a thing. No one's entered
or left since we've been there.

Let's pay him a visit.

Yes?

Martin Bergstrom?

Yes. FBI.

My name is Ward.

This is Mr. Erskine.

Are you sure you have the right party?

Do you mind if we come in, Professor?
We'd like to talk to you.

Certainly.

Oh, now, gentlemen.

Has John Strayer been here, Mr.
Bickstrom?

So that's it.

I thought he might be lying.

He has been here, then?

Yes, he just left.

What do you mean you thought he might be
lying?

Well, when he told me that he was
readmitted to the United States legally,

matter of fact, I was just about to call
you people.

You were?

Yes, to report him in case he was a
fugitive.

Do you know where he's gone?

Not... Precisely, you see.

He asked to borrow my car, and I told
him I didn't have a car. He just smiled

and said in that case he would just have
to steal one.

Did he say anything else?

No.

Well... Well, what?

Well, he did get on to the subject of
suicide.

For no reason, I...

I don't suppose he was serious.

All right, thank you very much, Mr.
Bergstrom.

Certainly. Anytime.

Most cooperative.

What do you think?

I think he was trying to look most
cooperative.

He talked a lot without saying anything.

I mean, if Strayer gets away, fine.

On the other hand, if we catch him, we
can't very well say that Bergstrom tried

to impede justice, can we?

No, we can't.

The part about the suicide's a little
puzzling.

Would Strayer do that if he thought he
was trapped?

No. No, never.

He might commit murder, though, if he
wanted us to think he'd killed himself.

Yeah, I guess this is my lucky day.

You know, people don't pick up
hitchhikers the way they used to.

Well, there have been so many warnings.

That's what I mean.

That's why I always stand right out in
the open where people can get a good

at me. They can see me, you know.

I always shave, wear a clean shirt.

Look, Sunday like this, I bet you you
must have passed up maybe half a dozen

people, right?

Well, why'd you pick me up?

I like your looks.

Shave and clean shirts.

You know what I mean?

Matter of fact, I think we... We look a
little bit alike, don't you?

I mean, same size, anyway.

Hey, anytime you get tired, if you want
me to take a trick at the wheel, you

just holler.

We wouldn't want to have an accident,
would we?

help you, Benny?

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

I'm looking for Eileen Warren.

She ain't home.

You know that for a fact, do you?

Your husband?

Landlord.

Uh -huh.

Well, you wouldn't mind then if I went
up and checked for myself, would you?

Hey, man, I wouldn't mind if you paid
your tent in the hall and told Fortune

it's a free country.

NY 55.

55.

Regarding Strayer, do you have anything
on a New York license plate, O -17341?

55, go ahead.

He's leaving the warrant address now.
I'll follow. Units 40 and 42 will remain

on surveillance.

55, clear.

What?

Thank you.

The shack had almost burnt to the ground
by the time the Forest Service got

here. No sign of a body.

Well, they found this, though, in
Green's pocket.

Walter Williams.

Strayers.

How's Green?

Well, he's going to have a champion
headache for a couple of days, but they

he'll be all right.

Yeah. Yeah, he dragged me over.

Into that shack.

How'd you manage to get out?

He dragged me out.

He dragged you out?

You sure about that?

Yeah, that's what I mean. It don't make
sense.

Look, the guy hits me over the head. He
drags me over. He puts me into that

thing. He sets fire to it.

Then he drags me out again.

How are you feeling now?

All right, except I got one headache I
can feel.

Hey, look, I want to go back to Chicago.
I have to stick around here?

No, if you don't mind waiting a few
minutes, one of our agents would like to

take a statement.

I suppose that wasn't Strayer in the car
with Green.

It was Strayer, all right.

That's not the man I know.

Not the man I've been looking for for 15
years.

That man would have gone through with
it.

I couldn't believe it when I saw you
were booked to play a gig in your

gym. How long has it been?

I don't know.

About 10 ,000 years, I guess.

You remember the way it used to be?

You up there on the bandstand blowing up
a storm?

You on the floor, dancing up a storm?

The two of us pretending we didn't know
each other?

No, no, Link. Less irony and more bite.

Really hit her with it.

Eileen, darling, I'm sorry, but I cannot
make that adjustment with these lousy

lines. Well, try, baby, huh?

Just try one more time.

The two of us pretending we didn't know
each other?

It's really miraculous you're being
booked here like this.

We did everything that happened to us.
It's miraculous.

Hello, darling. We're swinging cats, you
and me. Oh, John.

I suppose it can't ever be that way
again, though, can it?

I mean, we're different people.

The whole world's changed.

We made so many mistakes.

We lost so many chances.

I mean, we'd be foolish even to try.

Yes, Julie.

I know I blew that bit.

Shall I try it again?

No, it's late. Go home.

Go home?

Yeah, it's late.

Go get some sleep. We'll try again in
the morning.

You look so tired.

No questions.

So where have you been? What's happened?

Where have you been?

What's happened?

Well, I just had a showdown in a
mountain shack with a madman named John

Strayer.

I think I finally beat him.

You'll understand one day.

Right now I need a phone.

Why? So that I can turn myself in to the
FBI.

John. I just wanted to see you first.

Oh, darling, please.

The FBI's waited for 15 years. Surely
they can wait one day.

They'll be looking everywhere for me
now.

Probably got your home address by now.

Must have a list of all my friends.

Well, don't you know anyone who could
help us?

Somebody who could hide us.

Well, there is one man that they
wouldn't know about.

He gave me his phone.

His name is Dalton.

Hello, Mr. Dalton. Yes?

I don't know if you remember me.

We were fellow passengers this morning
on the plane from London.

Oh, it's Mr.

Williams, isn't it?

That's right.

Well, good to hear from you again, Walt.

Well, thank you.

Where are you?

Are we going to have a chance to get
together again?

Well, I hate to bother you like this,
Mr. Dalton.

Oh, Walt, come on.

Can we have dinner together, or can I
put you up for the night?

You're sure you don't mind?

Listen, it'll be a pleasure. We'll have
a ball.

Where are you?

Well, it's a little theater. It's the
Shamrock Stage Society.

It's at 28 East 15th Street.

I'm on my way.

I appreciate this, Mr. Dalton.

More than I can say.

Forget it. It's a pleasure.

Believe me.

I've had a car registered to a Murray
Dalton under surveillance.

Yes, they filled us in.

Dalton drove to his apartment from the
warrant address.

He just left again.

He seems agitated, driving very rapidly,
heading back toward Manhattan.

Where are you now?

2200 block, South Hampton Drive.

You're due east of us.

Did you find out where the rehearsals
are being held?

Nothing about it in the trade paper.

All right, keep us informed of any
change in your direction.

So, after the funeral, I began to make
my plans.

I bought a forged American passport in
Berlin.

Some false papers that listed me as an
importer named Williams.

I arranged to give a series of lectures
at Prague University.

When they were over, I simply boarded a
plane for London.

Really very easy.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, my love.

Irene!

Hold it.

FBI Strayer.

A woman on the stage, a man up there.

Both shot.

Don't worry, darling.

It doesn't hurt that much.

All right, Strayer.

Be careful with her.

I think I'll just about be able to make
that flight.

I'll see that he's arraigned.

Who would believe he could have changed
that much?

You know, I think he was serious about
that exchange you mentioned.

No question about it.

Maybe I should have told him about
Weiss.

What's that?

The news came in early this morning.

Kurt Weiss was shot to death last night
trying to escape.

Or so the official story goes.

Well, full circle, eh, Lewis?

You know, I feel 15 years younger.

It's nothing like getting out in the
field to keep a man in shape.

I ought to do this more often.

So long, Art.

I'll see you Friday.

Murray Dalton was sentenced to 10 years
in prison for the attempted murder of

Eileen Warren.

Dr. John Lloyd Strayer was convicted of
espionage against the United States

government and was sentenced to a term
of 20 years in the federal penitentiary.

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