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Is he dead?

Can't take any risk. Now finish him.

I meant you.

I know what you meant.

Listen, man, don't get funny with me.

I'm the one they'd recognize. I'm the
one they'd go after. As it is, I'm going

to have to leave the country.

Joe, I tremble for you. Look, let me
tell you something. Keep your voices

He's out of it.

Any more guards around?

No. How many doors does that cabin have?

One in the front.

Jimmy, there's just the two of them.
Now, you and the comic here can handle

can't you?

I mean, I've done my bit. I set it up
for you.

Now, shouldn't somebody go back to the
car so we can roll the minute this

thing's done?

Good idea. Keep the motor idly.

We'll be with you in five minutes.

How'd you like to be climbing a mountain
and have that on the other end of the

rope?

So I said to him, what do you care, boy?

Your bank's insured, ain't it?

Well, he couldn't take his eyes off that
shotgun, you know.

I said, come on, boy.

Come on now. Go give me the money.

Well, when he went...

Sweetest way to rob a bank I ever saw.

Beats working.

The

FBI.

A Gwen Martin production.

Starring... Ephraim Zimbliss Jr., also
starring Philip Abbott,

William Reynolds, with guest stars Diane
Baker,

Robert Duvall, Bert

Brinkerhoff, Larry Gates.

Tonight's episode, The Harvest.

Less than 36 hours after a gang led by
Billy Roy Silker had held up a Delaware

bank, the robbers themselves had been
attacked and robbed in their

hideout.

Silker alone, though his life was to
hang in the balance for five full days,

would survive to face FBI questioning.

How do you feel?

I think you know your rights by now.

You don't have to answer my questions.

Would you like a lawyer?

Could I ask you one question first?

Go ahead.

Any of my friends get out?

I found one in the cabin, one outside,
both dead.

How many dropped in on you?

Did you recognize either of them?

Did you have all the money with you in
the cabin?

The guard and the cashier from the bank
identified your picture.

Both tell her to keep special bills on
hand and feed out in case of a holdup.

It would help us to know whether the men
who hit you got all the money.

It's a problem, isn't it?

Why bring the Bureau into a personal
fight?

Well, think about it.

You're going to be flat on your back for
a matter of weeks.

They've already got a five -day jump on
you.

You'll have to hire extra muscle now.

You'll pay for that through the nose.

If you can raise the cash.

And then at the trial, you'll be charged
with dealing money they're spending.

It was all in the cabin.

They must have got the whole bundle.

Can you give me names, descriptions?

Nothing. It happened so fast.

One started shooting through a window,
another one comes through a door.

They wore masks.

I could hear them talking. I didn't
recognize any voices.

They must have known you.

Why?

Because they knew about the cabin.

Oh, yeah.

I hired that cabin from a punk named Joe
Troy.

Comes from Newark.

Very small time.

Well, I guess that's it.

Thanks, Billy.

Give him my love when you find him,
Inspector.

I'll do that.

Well, there she is.

Everything you said.

Fifteen years.

I've missed this country. I really have.

Now, where are we in relation to Frisco?

Don't call it Frisco around here.

It's San Francisco.

And it's, uh, the Southwest.

San Mendres is over in the next valley.

As I recall, the bank is about halfway
down the main street, the only street.

The only street?

Well, what'd you expect?

Something bigger.

Oh, you, uh, you don't want to bother
with a little one -horse bank, huh?

Okay, what makes this little bank
different?

Harvest time makes it different.

It's the end of the work year for these
people.

The grape vines are loaded. They're
picking them now. When they're finished,

they'll have a party, a fiesta. Drink a
little wine, make a little love.

Then the men will be paid off in cash.

Then most of them will head out to the
next job.

I told Troy he should have come along
with us.

How much cash?

Well, there are a thousand workers.

Supposing each worker has $500 coming to
him.

I don't know why I ever fight you.

Neither do I.

Might just as well relax, do as you're
told, and collect your money.

Might just as well.

Joseph Troy had one federal conviction,
interstate car theft.

He drew two years.

I got the list of his friends,
cellmates, and visitors.

Nothing on this Newark address?

No tell.

He hasn't been seen around there in the
last couple of days.

He said something about shipping out,
going to Central America.

Lewis, looking for me?

I may have a lead in the Silker case,
Art.

Boyd Taylor called a few minutes ago
from Charleston. A reliable informant

thinks he saw Joe Troy sitting in a
waterfront restaurant.

Well, that may be it, then.

Because a Charleston bank just found one
of the bills from the Delaware holdup.

It was a 50.

It was turned in this morning by a bar.

Call Taylor.

Have him circulate Troy's mugshots along
the waterfront right away. Yes, sir.

100 from Charleston, right?

Is that the bank?

That's the bank.

I wouldn't store crackers in that box.

Don't underestimate these people,
George. They're thrifty, but they spend

money when it counts.

They need protection once a year, so
that's when they hire it.

Extra guards. How many?

I'll scout around and see what I can
pick up.

Oh, you walk up to somebody and tip your
hat and say, Howdy, I'm a stranger in

town. You see, I come to rob your bank.

No, I say, Howdy, ma 'am.

I'm your friendly hosiery salesman, and
I got these beautiful samples to show

you. And we talk about one thing and
another, the harvest and the fiesta

afterwards, and the extra policeman in
town to keep order and watch the bank,

and, you know, gossip like that.

Hosiery samples?

Well, the ones I got in the back of the
car, the ones I picked up in Denver when

you were asleep.

I hate to be surprised, George, so I pre
-planned. I spot the apple I want, then

I... Figure out where it's going to
fall, and that's where I am when I shake

tree. Nothing to it.

Well, where am I supposed to be while
you're out sweet -talking the farmer's

daughters? In the vineyards, working.

Be no other reason for an able -bodied
young man to be in San Andres. You can't

just sit around.

You'd arouse suspicion.

Now, let's see. The state employment
office used to be across the street.

How do we contact each other?

I'll find you.

I'm all right. I'm all right. The truck
barely touched me. I'm sorry, senor. You

came out without looking. Just relax.

It's so much easier when you relax.

Relax. Right.

Are you hurt?

Would you like a doctor?

No, I'm fine.

Can we drive you anywhere?

Where do you work?

Well, as a matter of fact, I just
arrived. I was on my way to the state

employment agency.

Do you need a job?

Mm -hmm.

¿Qué piensas, matador?

Después de lo que ha pasado, me parece
buena idea.

Listen, we'll drive you to the office if
you like, but as a matter of fact, we

could use another hand at our winery.

Rancho Cintron.

I'm Lisa Cintron.

Hello.

This is Felipe Martinez.

Hi. Hello.

Unless you'd rather have some other kind
of work.

Oh, no. No, no.

No.

Be careful. Be careful.

Are you all right? Thank you. Yes.

You got a good lead on Troy just before
you landed, Luke. I thought you better

come straight on out.

Has he shown up?

Not yet.

Ticket agency's to your left across the
street.

The manager recognized Troy as soon as
we showed him the mug shots.

Troy had been in two days ago.

Alone?

Alone.

He booked passage to Panama on a
freighter.

under the name of Joseph Smith.

Said he'd be back at 3 o 'clock this
afternoon to pick up his ticket.

The ship sails at 5.

Talk to the captain?

Yes, sir.

He confirms he's holding space for a
Joseph Smith Newark, but he says that

hasn't made an appearance yet.

We've got the ship under surveillance.

Any other male passengers aboard?

No other passengers on board or
scheduled.

Well,

Kids dressed up like police.

That's not the Charleston uniform.

Troy, FBI.

Drop it.

Drop it, Chief.

Hang on a minute.

Where are your friends, Troy?

My name's Smith. What friends?

All right, Smith.

Let's go.

Well, look at the paper. What is nine
and six? Is it 17?

If you would only let me do it my own
way. No, it is 15. Isn't it 15?

Now, if you can't add ombre, just leave
it blank.

What's the matter?

I'll tell you what the matter is.

He lets the field hands write down the
number of boxes they've picked, and then

he adds them up all wrong, and I'm
supposed to untangle that mess. Fine,

Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get
you out here. I can handle it. It's just

that, well, the guy's been pulling that
all afternoon.

Well, each time I call him on it, he
starts stalking around as if he owns the

earth. I know, but don't feel guilty.

He drives everybody crazy.

Well, maybe I'm out of line, but what is
this guy? A relative?

You're not an aficionado, are you? Of
the bull? No.

He is the Matador Martinez.

He was numero uno, number one in Mexico
for 20 years.

Then one Sunday he was gored. All of a
sudden everything was gone.

The grace, the bravery, crowds, the
income. He was struck down.

Now he's become a heavy, slow old man.
He just needed help.

Like me in the truck, huh?

What? You're a very charitable young
lady.

You take in all the stray animals.

No, I'm not. Not all of them.

Certain ones I wouldn't dare turn my
back on.

Others, I trust right from the
beginning.

How do you tell the difference?

Something in the eyes.

Okay, I understand my rights.

Got a pen?

You're entitled to counsel, you know.

Come on, gentlemen.

You have my records. You know my
attitude.

When have I been anything but
cooperative?

Let's start with this afternoon.

Listen, that was a terrible mistake on
my part, I admit it.

But I didn't even hear you guys. You
could have been a bunch of robbers for

I know.

You always carry a .45 against robbers?

First time I ever had a gun on me in my
life.

But I'm in a strange city. I had all
that dough.

Where'd you get those stolen bills, by
the way?

I found them.

How's that sound for wild?

There was this bundle right in the
middle of the street that must have

out of somebody's car.

I'm not the kind of guy who's going to
turn in a haul like that just for a

reward.

You're lying.

Why?

Silker didn't die.

We talked to him.

Hello?

The Bureau phoned in this list of Troy's
friends and associates you wanted.

Anything significant?

Yeah, well, there's one named, uh,
George Wilson.

He was a cellmate of Troy's.

He was, uh, took a one to ten for
attempted bank robbery.

Paroled in July.

He asked for permission to go to New
Jersey.

Uh, his last, uh, reporting office was
Newark.

Now, you were telling us about that
money you found.

I can't see any reason in the world why
Silker should think that I was mixed up

in that stick -up.

Well, let me explain the problem to you
from a legal standpoint.

You see, the fact that you weren't in
the cabin with the other two doesn't

you of a murder charge.

You're going to have to stand trial.

I didn't think they were going to hit
anybody, I swear to God.

I couldn't believe my eyes when he
killed the lookout.

When who killed the lookout?

George Wilson?

Yeah, Wilson.

Who was the other man?

Just Jimmy, no last name.

George brought him into it after Silker
came to me and said he needed a cabin.

Jimmy was the one who laid it all out
for us.

Very smart character.

Description?

Six feet, 190 pounds, gray hair, 50

years old.

Where are they now?

They were going to take a trip to the
coast. They asked me to go along. When I

said no, they became very closed
-mouthed.

They got another job lined up out there,
very big.

Neighborhood of half a million.

What kind of car did they have?

I never got a very good look at it.
Convertible, that's all I know.

We used my car to go to the cabin.

Where were they headed for on the coast?

I mentioned San Francisco.

I got the impression the score was
someplace else.

Maybe a small town.

A bank?

I don't know.

All I know is Jimmy said it was going to
be rough.

Very, very rough.

How's she going today?

Well, I think it's right this time.

Very good.

I better be careful. The boss will be
giving you my job. She'll be kicking me

out of the office.

Oh, no danger on that heavy.

Now, if I were 25 years younger...

You got an evil mind, Matador, huh?

Yes. Yes, I have.

The

vines

are getting a little lighter.

Boxes aren't coming in as fast today.

No, we ought to be...

Finished by Thursday.

Just in time.

For?

Oh, the fiesta.

It'll go on all Thursday night in the
Mission Square.

Then on Friday, you can drop by the bank
and pick up your money.

And then what?

Oh, I don't know.

I'll head north, I suppose.

Is that where you come from?

North? Washington, Oregon?

Kansas.

Were you a farmer like the Sintrans?

I was when I was a kid.

I loved it.

But you gave it up.

Why?

Oh, lots of reasons.

My dad lost the place, for one thing.

You could have hired out to another
farm.

Not quite sure why I never did.

You see, I met this guy when I was...
You know, it's really too bad.

What is?

Well, that you can't turn it back like a
film start again.

Don't you think that it will always be
the same film?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Something in the eyes said in the
beginning that this was going to happen.

Yes.

Please stay in certain interest.

What if I were to say, come away with me
right now?

Yes, what do you want?

I'm sorry.

Well, who do you want to see?

Are you a wholesaler?

No, ma 'am.

I'm a hosier salesman.

Well, I'm really not very interested.

Well, this will only take a minute.

I'd like you to take a look at the
sheerness of these new stockings.

Go ahead.

Only if you like them.

I, uh, I hear there'll be a fiesta on
Thursday evening. You'll want to look

best.

You're going, aren't you?

Everybody's going.

And Troy was fairly sure, was he, they'd
be after a Bay Area bank.

He wasn't sure of anything except that
Wilson was in it.

He had the impression that Target would
be in a small town somewhere near here.

Well, we've alerted the resident agents
from Fresno to Eureka. There's nothing

yet.

By the way, the Bureau tried to call you
just before your plane landed. They

haven't got you at the airport?

No, they didn't.

Another one of those Delaware bills
showed up. Where?

Denver.

Keep him, Mr. Ward, will you, Alan?

Right.

Marge, Inspector Erskine would like to
talk to Mr. Ward.

Washington.

Jimmy, the drawing just came in.

Good.

Third member of the gang, based on
Troy's description.

Local man, Alan?

I don't know the fake.

Fake?

Arthur?

On this new bill they found in Denver,
have you got the details?

Yes, it was part of a cash payment on a
used car.

Agents showed the lot manager a number
of mug shots, and he identified George

Wilson as one of the two buyers.

He didn't recognize the other one.

They bought a 1966 camper.

Was there a trade -in?

Yes, a blue four -door sedan, Indiana
plates.

Not a convertible?

No, not a convertible. Why?

According to Troy, they had a
convertible in Pennsylvania.

Well, it might be part of a pattern.

Change cars every couple of days.

Maybe.

Okay, all right, thanks very much.

All right, keep me informed.

Right.

They've been changing cars all over the
country.

Maybe they've done it again here.

I want copies of these pictures
articulated to every car dealer in the

Having trouble getting away?

No, I told her I wanted to take the
truck and drive by myself for a while to

think. It's more truth than poetry.

That was quite a scene.

Maybe you ought to knock the next time.

Okay.

Okay, so you've searched the world
around to find this goddess, this

Let me ask you something.

What do you do with her after we hit the
bank tonight?

Take her along?

No.

I'm going to take her before we hit the
bank.

I've thought about it, Jim.

I want out.

Forget it.

Jim? Man, grow up. We're committed.
We're here.

Now, there are three guards on the
armored truck.

And the town constable and his deputy,
if they aren't busy with the drugs.

That's three to five. One man can't
handle them alone.

Then scrap this one altogether.

A possible half million? Are you nuts?

I hooked up with you, farm boy, because
you were a realist. You knew what you

wanted. You had to get off of that
Kansas spread.

And what did it get me? A stretch in the
pen.

With Troy. And that led to Silker. What
are you bellyaching about? What seems to

be your main problem anyway?

I want to settle down.

What am I working for? A chance to stop,
right?

With a woman. Well, I found a woman.

She's a smart girl. I talked to her.
What does she say when you register as

ex -con?

I don't.

What does she say when you're picked up
for not registering as an ex -con?

She'll understand.

Oh.

Then why haven't you told her?

You can't go back and pretend as if
nothing happened, and I can't afford to

you pretend even if you wanted to.

Relax. We've been this route before.

Just do as you're told and collect your
money, okay? Never mind, amigo. I got a

man to help me.

Inspector Erskine, I'm Clay Ashland.

I'm the one who contacted you about Mr.
Thornton here.

How are you, Clay? This is Tom Colby.

Mr.

Thornton, did one of these men buy a car
from you?

Yes, sir.

That's the fellow.

Turned into 66 Campbell with Colorado
plates for a 68 blue station wagon.

This one was with him.

Didn't say much, though.

Looks like the older one was the one in
charge.

What name did he give you, Mr. Thornton?

J .J. Smith.

Address? I have it here. Hotel Great
Orient, 3933 Sutter.

I happened to go by there the other day.
It's a vacant lot.

Did either of these men seem familiar
with San Francisco?

The older one was, or he had been at one
time.

I told him the station wagon was used by
a firm in Burlingame, and he asked me

if the Venetian Gardens was still open
out there.

And is it?

No. It's been closed for ten years now.

Do they happen to make any phone calls?

No.

Or mention any names?

No. I put a sticker with a temporary
registration number on the back window.

thanked them, and they took off.

Wait a minute.

This is Pacific Avenue, Inspector.

They stopped, and Smith asked if Pacific
Avenue would take them to Highway 532.

Would that do you any good?

It might.

Thanks very much, Mr. Thornton. Any
time.

Clay.

You know of anything along Highway 532
that might make sense as a target?

Well, Santa Rosa's up there. It's a
pretty town, but there are probably

of institutions in San Francisco that'll
yield a bigger haul.

Well, maybe I'd better contact the
resident of the nation in Santa Rosa

Yeah. You might see what used to be a
3933 center 10 years ago. Yes, sir.

Not too much. That's fine. That's fine.

Weak head.

Hi, ma 'am.

Oh, yes. Hello.

This, uh, this fiesta's really gonna be
something.

I've never seen anything like it in my
life. It's really great, isn't it?

Great.

I understand they set off fireworks
later.

Yes, it's the tradition as soon as it
gets dark.

I hear they really shake you up.

The clerk in the hotel said it sounds
like World War III.

Rockets, cherry bombs, the whole
shebang.

I wouldn't want to miss that.

I'll bet you wouldn't.

See you around.

the resident agency further north,
Healdsburg, Ukiah.

All right, thank you.

All right, on the coast.

All right, I'll tell him.

They kept juggling the numbers around
and finally came up with 3339 Sutter.

It's a hotel called the Maryland. Twelve
years ago, it was the Great Orient.

Same owners?

Same family. The husband's dead, but the
wife thinks that she remembers Jimmy.

She recalls a man who lived there for a
few months about 15 years ago.

She can't put a last name with the
picture, but she and the agents are

over the registration cards now.

It's still quiet at Santa Rosa, Lou. No
unusual activity at Healdsburg or Ukiah.

There's nothing on the coast.

What about the towns further east, Napa,
Vacaville?

532 doesn't tie into that area at all.
You'd have to double back, come south

again on the spur.

490, I think it is. That's the old road.

That's beautiful country in there,
though.

Especially now, it's harvest time in the
vineyards.

The old road, you say.

Because they built a cut -off into the
valley eight years ago.

That was after Jimmy's time.

If that's the way he was headed, that's
the route he'd take.

What's the first big town he'd come to
on 490, Alan?

Well, there's only one town, big or
little, San Mendres.

How long a drive is it?

Well, it's about an hour.

I'd like to take a look around.

Call the sheriff when you fill him in.
Tell him we're on our way. Right.

No more wine for either?

I'm sorry, it's wonderful, but I've had
enough.

It's a very unusual quality in a man.

To know when enough is enough.

When it's time to stop.

Lisa.

I want to tell you something.

Explain something.

I couldn't give you the kind of life
that you're used to.

I understand that now.

I used to think that people could
change, but they can't. Why should they

change?

I love you.

Not what you have.

There's more to it than that.

What's happening?

It's the mother door.

The only time he touched the cape now.

People don't change.

That's what Martinez is.

The first matador of Mexico.

Not the coward he turned into.

Not the drunk.

Not the old man who couldn't even add
nine and six.

He was born graceful and brave.

And that'll be there until he dies, no
matter what happens.

Stay morena.

SF40?

SF40, go ahead.

1953 hotel registration identifies Jimmy
as James Reed, Sonoma, California.

Convicted bank robber. Unable to contact
San Andres Police.

Switchboard jam due to fiesta. San
Andres Bank currently holding $670 ,000.

Over. Right, we have an SF40 clear.

like to cut it close, huh?

There's time.

Hold out your hand.

This job isn't going to be much trouble.

Don't worry about it.

The town constable and his deputies are
busy handling the drunks.

There she goes.

I burned my hand on some fireworks. I
want to call the ambulance.

Hey, hey, hey, the mayor.

You know where the sheriff is?

Come on, let's go. No, no, that's more.

All right Turn

it George turn it around

I read. Drop it.

You're all right, Garrido.

We're taking you to the hospital to nap.

Reed? He wasn't hit.

He didn't have to be.

People don't change.

But sometimes it takes a long time to
get back to the beginning.

You're going to love Kansas.

We'll have a fine farm.

James Reed was convicted in federal
court for the armed robbery of the San

Mindres Bank.

George Wilson died of wounds received in
the holdup.

Federal prosecution of Joseph Tate for
the interstate transportation of stolen

property was declined, and he was
returned to Pennsylvania to stand trial

murder. Billy Roy Silker is serving a
sentence in a federal penitentiary for

bank robbery.

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