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for death reason to contact Hammond and no way to do it.

You have no idea where he is?

He left there four days ago.

He said he'd be back in three.

By Mason's calculations, that means he could be gone for over a week.

I don't want to see his reputation tarnished.

Well, I'm not interested in his reputation.

I'm interested in his life.

You're wasting your time, Mason. There's only one way out.

Mine. How long do you think you can keep me here?

My wife's called the police by now. It's only a matter of time until they find

it.

You don't have that much time, believe me, Mason.

Twelve hours is all you've got left.

Help!

Help! Help! Help anybody!

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin production.

Ephraim Zimbalist Jr., also starring Philip Abbott and

Shelley Novak, with guest stars Robert Foxworth, special guest star

Don Porter.

Tonight's episode, The Lost Man.

South, California.

Mighty good thing, because that's the way you're walking.

What a fellow. No sense of humor. Come on, get in.

Thanks.

A lot of people in L .A. Maybe you know them, too.

No, I don't think so. What do you do for a living?

Odd jobs.

Me? I'm a dry goods salesman. I have customers halfway along Oregon and

California.

Takes a lot of driving to cover the territory.

Man gets so he needs someone to talk a few words back to him, if you know what

mean.

Look,

if it's all the same to you, I don't want to talk.

Well, that's why I picked you up.

Are you some kind of a jerk?

Pull over.

Huh? Pull over!

Crazy. Do a guy a favor and... Okay, mister, you've got it.

Get out.

What?

Get out!

What, are you crazy?

On the afternoon of February 23rd, a California highway patrolman was

injured as he pursued a speeding vehicle bearing Oregon plates.

When salesman John McKenzie positively identified escaped federal prisoner Greg

Davidson as the driver of the car and the patrolman verified it, the FBI

concentrated its search in California.

Any words from the California Highway Patrol?

They've got roadblocks up.

But it was a while before the patrolman was able to flag a ride.

Ready? I've run it down, Mr. Ward. All right.

You can bet your life I'm going to appeal. I was framed.

Are you accusing Congressman Stanley?

I'm saying I never blackmailed him. I'm saying I never got a half a million

dollars from him. His testimony was a lie?

I never got an attache case from him. I never met the man.

How come a nationally syndicated columnist, a prize -winning journalist

Mason Hammond, refused to testify on your behalf?

He never even wrote a column trying to defend you. How do you account for that?

I don't know.

Maybe pressure from the publisher.

Stanley's an important man. He's got clout. Excuse me.

Please.

with less than a year to serve.

There's no family or close relatives. Doesn't give us much to go on.

What about Mason Hammond? They were tight until the trial.

Well, that's an idea.

I'll have the San Francisco office locate him, see if he'll cooperate.

After we've talked to his cellmates at McNeil Island, we should have a broader

picture.

Yes, I'd like to make a person -to -person call to San Francisco.

Mason Hammond, 885 -0714.

Area code's 415.

All right, operator. I'll try again later.

Yeah, listen, I'll keep my eye out for the car.

I'm this Davidson.

Well, if you do, call the office and they'll notify one of us down at the

roadblock. All right, listen, how far down is it? Oh, we're about a mile from

here. Okay.

Look, how many times I gotta say it?

Davidson and me weren't exactly pals.

He lived in his head, not with the rest of us.

You were his cellmate for three years.

Are you telling me he never talked about escaping?

He might have. We all do.

Where would he go?

He never talked.

Colfax, according to the other prisoners, you and Davidson were not

You were the closest friend he had here. Now, for the last time, where was he

going? You want a mind reader? Go find a sideshow.

He's got a gun, Colfax, and you're his friend.

You want to see him use it and spend the rest of his life in this place?

Mason Hammond.

What about him?

Well, every night for about the last six months.

After he read the old guy's column.

He'd be so uptight you couldn't get a word out of him. Did you ever ask him

about it?

Yeah, I asked him plenty of times.

All he said was Hammond took him.

He was going to pay for every day he spent in the can.

What's the problem, officer? May I see your license and the registration for

vehicle? Sure.

License?

Would you open the camper, Mr. Porter?

I'll do it.

My daughter's back here. I hope she's not asleep.

Is there anything the matter, Mom?

No problem. I'm sorry to bother you, Miss.

Who are you looking for?

An escaped convict. I wouldn't pick up any hitchhikers.

You want a sandwich? We won't be stopping for a while.

Mother, do what he says, please.

That's pretty strange, isn't it?

I mean, a man like Mason Hammond doesn't just drop out of sight.

Well, apparently he goes into airtight seclusion somewhere in San Francisco

he's on a writing deadline.

Even his household staff doesn't know where he is.

What about his wife?

She left home early this morning and hasn't returned.

We've got agents out looking for her. We're also trying to track down any

friends or associates who might know of Hammond's hideaway.

Well, let me know if you come up with anything.

I found a great place to have lunch.

Come on.

Hold it.

What is this?

I'm going to kill you, mister, but I won't if I have to.

What do you want?

You have a map of California?

Yeah, in the cab.

Tell your wife to get it.

Honey, get the California map off the front seat.

Mister, what are you doing?

Shut up.

Wait a minute. You want us to follow this road all the way to Los Angeles?

All the way to L .A.

Look, mister, let them go. I'll take you.

They won't say anything.

No, we are going together. One big happy family all the way to L .A.

Your daughter will keep me company. You two up front. And don't stop for

anything unless I tell you to.

Okay? Now get moving.

A life or death reason to contact Hammond. And no way to do it.

You have no idea where he is?

He left there four days ago.

He said he'd be back in three.

By Mason's calculations, that means he could be gone for over a week.

He never contacts you during the time he's gone?

Only if he wants one of the research boys to dig him up some facts.

And even then he calls in.

Mason is on a deadline.

There's nothing that can stop him, except maybe to eat and sleep.

And sometimes he doesn't even get around to that.

I've asked him a dozen times where he goes, and he says he doesn't want to be

bugged, especially by his editor.

In other words, his wife is the only person who might know where he is.

I didn't say that.

Now, unless Mason has changed his pattern in the last four years,

Davidson could find him if he wants to.

Mr. Crawford, do you have any idea why he'd say Hammond had double -crossed

Maybe he's angry because Hammond wouldn't lift a finger to defend him.

Are you sure that's all it is?

If there's anything else, I sure don't know about it.

Yeah, what is it?

All right, just a minute. For you, sir.

Berskin.

Located Mrs. Hammond. She's been on a sailboat all day. She's pulled into the

marina. It's about ten minutes from here.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm supposed to see Mr. Franklin.

Room 28, right?

Yes, 28.

Thanks.

Who is it? Mr. Franklin, we want to check your heating unit, sir.

Working fine.

Well, we just want to replace the filter, sir. It'll only take a second.

Craig, when'd you get out?

I broke out.

Well, how'd you find me?

Well, you've always used the name Franklin, and you always stay here.

I'm glad to see you're a creature of habit.

But why, Greg, why? You'd have been released in another year.

With my share waiting.

Put the gun away. You don't need that with me.

That's right, I forgot. You're my friend.

How did you used to put it?

Like a father.

We made a deal.

You had one lousy year left. Now you've turned the spotlight on both of us.

Share and share alike.

And now I want my share right now, Mason.

You've got to be crazy.

You think I've got $250 ,000 lying around a hotel room?

How much of it is left?

Your share or all of it?

Well, according to the grapevine, you must have been dipping into it.

I hear you've discovered the horses again, and like always, they're not

for you. Now, I didn't take the rap for both of us and serve four years to end

up without a dime.

Your word is wrong.

We agreed we wouldn't touch that money from the minute we suspected the bills

were marked that Stanley had set a trap.

Now, you've just got to cool off now, Craig.

You want me to help you get out of the country? I will.

But that's the only move open to us.

You're desperate? I'll mail it to you.

Brazil, anywhere. No good.

Greg. No more words, Mason.

Money. I don't want to hear about your wife and your kids and your

grandchildren.

I felt for that the last time when we made this little deal. I trusted you and

you stuck it to me. Now it's my turn.

Greg, you're crazy.

Don't.

It's my wife. If I don't ask her, she'll worry.

Greg, be reasonable.

Prison taught me to be unreasonable.

Now, I'm going to show you just how unreasonable I can be, Mason.

Let's go.

He's not answering.

He never goes out when he's on a deadline.

Where is he?

At the Bayview, a hotel midtown.

Room 28.

Well, as soon as we reach him, Mrs. Hammond, we'll have him call you.

This one.

Mine is parked in the next row.

You know, the trouble with you, Mason, you think everybody's stupid.

This one here, now you get in and you drive.

Mr. Franklin, this is the death clerk. Are you in there?

Mr. Hammond!

Mates don't leave half an hour ago.

Where are we going?

My place.

I want to show you my etchings.

I have a right to know.

Where are you taking me?

I don't take orders anymore, Mason. I give them.

Don't make her a joke!

Yeah, yeah, that's the guy.

Where was it?

Uh, wait a minute, um... Oh, I had a lousy night.

Six crummy fares, ate up a whole tank of gas.

I mean, it didn't even make expenses, or else I would have come in here sooner.

Right, Mr. Gates, where was it?

Uh, well, it was about two in the morning, a couple of blocks east of

Street. He jumped out of a camper.

The license number... Oregon license, K754801.

Thanks, Mr. Cage.

Big help.

Oh, any time I can be of help.

Yes,

this is Daniels. I'd like to dictate a teletype.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Yes, I'd like a teletype located on Oregon license plates K754801.

You want something?

You know what I want.

And you know how much it's going to cost you to get out.

Why, you want a check or whom I promised?

Cash, Mason.

I want it all in cash.

Do you agree to my terms?

Take a trip to your vault?

Greg, I swear to you, you're asking blood from a stone.

If you put that gun to my head right now, I'll tell you the same thing.

The story you heard in jail is true.

I had a hot streak going for a while.

You're going to pay interest on your dough.

And suddenly, every photo I lose...

Dice kept coming up, snake eyes.

I've lost it, Greg.

Every last cent.

That's too bad.

But you still owe me a debt.

A quarter of a million dollars.

I want my share of the take.

Greg, you've got to get it through your head. There is no money.

I'm sorry.

That's the truth.

always were a liar mason there must be something left

30 40 grand whatever

it is i want it and you're gonna give it

that's the camper let's go

It's car six, William, that low -peat on the camper. We just picked it up about

a mile north of Santa Barbara.

Alert the FBI.

Your husband's car was still where he last parked it.

We haven't Paul Point's bulletin out on the car Davidson presumably stole, but

so far there's no sign of it.

No sign of it. And no sign of my husband.

How could you let Davidson get as far as San Francisco?

There wasn't a great deal we could do about it, Mrs. Hammond.

We are doing everything in our power to find them both before... Why don't you

say what you mean?

Before Davidson kills my husband.

If that's what he had in mind, it probably already would have happened at

hotel.

You know, Mrs. Hammond, if we knew the basis of your husband's association with

Davidson, it would be of enormous help.

Inspector Erskine, my husband's a great journalist and a great man.

He's been responsible for more reforms than most of the politicians in this

country put together.

He's carried by the leading newspapers in every major city.

He's exposed corruption, campaigned for every ideal imaginable.

He's influenced the thinking of millions of people over the years he's been

writing. Yes, I'm aware of that, Mrs. Hammond.

I don't want to see his reputation tarnished.

Well, I'm not interested in his reputation.

I'm interested in his life.

Davidson was guilty.

But so was my husband.

Don't you understand?

It was my husband who dreamed up the idea to blackmail Congressman Stanley.

When it looked like they were going to be caught, he talked Greg into keeping

quiet about Mason and accepting the blame.

How long have you known this?

For a long time now.

One day, Mason owed a fortune to bookmakers, then suddenly he was out

under, free and clear.

I kept asking him how he'd pulled it off, paid off.

Finally, he blew up and told me everything.

Made me swear never to throw it up to him.

Beg my forgiveness.

I love my husband.

I always will.

So you agreed.

So did Greg.

All right, it was wrong, but I'd do it again.

After all, who's Greg Davidson to me?

Right now, Mrs. Hammond, he's the man who has the power of life and death over

your husband.

You're wasting your time, Mason. There's only one way out.

Mine.

How long do you think you can keep me here?

My wife's called the police by now. It's only a matter of time until they find

us.

You don't have that much time, believe me, Mason.

Twelve hours is all you've got left.

Why didn't you try to pay? That would put you only a few inches from the break

in the roof.

I'll get out of here, Davidson.

I will get out of here.

You just keep saying that to yourself.

You say it between every breath.

You say it every minute for the next 12 hours.

And you realize that every man in every prison is saying it right along with

you.

Saying it doesn't mean it's going to happen.

You know something?

When they get you back, they're going to put you in an asylum instead of a cell.

You know, you've got a lot of guts, Mason.

Your life hanging by a thread.

You're still lying.

You were right, Pat.

You have changed.

I remember you when you were a human being.

I remember.

When I thought you were some kind of a god.

Everything I wanted to be.

I believed your lies then.

I'd have gone to the wall for you.

Now, unless you get me some money in borrowed hours, I'm going to kill you.

The terrible part is...

I never saw him leave. He tied me up and left me in the bunk.

How about you, Mr. Porter?

He ordered us to stay in the front till we got to Los Angeles.

I did have to slow down for traffic several times, though. He could have

out anywhere.

Miss Porter, you were inside the camper when Davidson appeared.

Where was it?

At a gas station just before the roadblock.

What kind of station was it?

Well, it was one of those discount places.

All I remember is a lot of cars and some towing equipment.

Did he say exactly where in L .A. he wanted to go?

No, I'm sorry.

He just said L .A.

I don't know if it means anything, but I noticed there was something missing

from my first aid kit when I got free.

Um, some adhesive tape.

You take anything else?

Oh, yes, my father's ski parka.

Be crazy, Mason, don't you know you can get blood poisoning like that?

Let me ask you a question, just out of curiosity.

Did you really think Stanley would sit still for blackmail?

The rumor that his daughter was a drug pusher had been cocktail chanted for

months.

You never did show me your proof.

Did you really have any?

Greg, I think you'd be disappointed if I had some real money and gave it to you.

You're kidding yourself.

You're not after cash, you're after blood.

Well, if you really believe that.

Why don't you try to cheat me?

You know, when I was in prison, there was a guy who'd been there only eight

when he hung himself.

It wasn't easy to do. They keep an eye on things like that.

You're smarter than me.

It is registered to McKenzie.

The bus schedule.

Tacoma to Tahoe is underlined.

McKenzie wouldn't be taking a bus.

It must be Davidson's.

What about Porter's map showing us he was headed for L .A.? Show looks as

he's trying to hide his tracks.

We better get to Tahoe. Right.

Thank you.

Sheriff. Inspector Erskine. Special Agent Daniels. Inspector.

Gentlemen. I got the information you wanted, Inspector.

It's the same Greg Davidson I knew. He grew up about 15 miles from here. Up

Wilson Street.

Sounds pretty desolate.

Wilderness area.

We'll see.

These gentlemen are from the FBI.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah, two men.

One's medium height, gray hair, middle 50s.

No, I ain't seen anybody like him.

How about a Greg Davidson? He used to live around here somewhere.

Well, I know him ever since he was a kid.

Him and his dad had a place back up in there.

But I ain't seen him in a long time. Ever since he went off to college.

Dad died a couple of years back.

Place still there?

Well, what there is left of it.

You can't get back in there.

Early this morning, a slide closed the road off. Happens all the time up here.

Somebody could have gotten in there last night.

Well, somebody did.

I got a lot of supplies missing.

Tools, food, barbed wire.

That's what I was fixing to look for when you come.

Well, it's probably just some kids out hunting. They don't know what they're

getting into up here.

Can you get us there?

Well, that's a long haul. It's risky.

We'll have to take that risk, Mr. Wilson.

Well... All right. My son will try to get you there.

I said help me. Help me.

Honey.

There isn't any.

Honey, why would I lie to you now? I can't see. Help me. Help.

If you fall right now, nobody will ever know what happened out here.

Davidson, FBI.

If you shoot, he dies.

He dies and you'll be held responsible.

Everything.

Everything.

My wife.

Why did she tell you I was guilty, Inspector?

She figured saving your life was more important.

My life is over anyhow.

I'm sorry, Gray.

You're four years too late, Mason.

Greg Davidson was convicted in federal court of escaping from a U .S.

penitentiary and interstate car theft.

He was convicted in state court of kidnapping and aggravated assault.

Mason Hammond was convicted of violating the federal extortion statute.