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My name's Briggs.

I left some negatives here
for enlargements.

Let's see.

Those were 11-by-14 mattes,
weren't they?

- No. Eight by tens.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember.

I just finished them. They're still drying.

I'd like to take a look at them.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

Good morning, Mr Briggs.

The man in the photo on your right
is Andreas Solowiechek,

a member of a Communist
trade delegation to the US.

Yesterday, Solowiechek
was arrested and charged

with the assassination
of Senator William Townsend.

Already, Townsend's
extremist supporters,

led by his principal backer,
R.J. McMillan,

are demanding that we break relations
with the Communist Bloc.

With the end of diplomatic relations,

the Cold War
will immediately start to heat up.

Even though
Solowiechek won't admit it,

we're convinced that he was
not acting on orders of his government.

Your mission, Dan,
if you decide to accept,

is to prove it.

As always, should you or any of
your IM Force be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

Please dispose of this recording
in the usual manner.

Good luck, Dan.

- Pictures okay?
- Just what I wanted. Thank you.

Senator Townsend had just finished
one of his inflammatory speeches

at the local armoury.

He shook a few hands
and by 10:00 p.m., he returned home.

- Was anybody in the house with him?
- No, he was unmarried.

His housekeeper left the house by 8:00.

At 10:28,

the house had been all but demolished
by a fragmentation bomb.

- When was Solowiechek picked up?
- The same night.

At least five witnesses identified him
as having been in the area,

and his fingerprints were found
on some of the bomb fragments.

It sounds to me
like Solowiechek's guilty.

He is. No doubt of it.

How can the Secretary be so certain

that he wasn't on actual orders
from his government?

They'd never be so stupid
as to pull off anything this obvious.

Also, the police found over $80,000
on Solowiechek.

The Communists sure don't pay
their people that kind of money.

But R.J. McMillan might.

Everyone knows that McMillan
was Townsend's friend and backer.

He kept him in the Senate.

Why would he want to have him killed?

To make Townsend a martyr
and to provoke an international incident.

An incident?
McMillan's already screaming for war.

And that's what we've got to prevent.

Barney, what about the portrait
and the remote truck?

No problem.

The truck's all set, and the painting
will be ready tomorrow morning.

Dan, if we're going to
implicate McMillan,

we have to prove some connection
between him and Solowiechek.

That won't be easy.
Not only won't he talk, but he's in jail.

There's only one way to get him out.

You got company, Solowiechek.

No, no.

I refuse to permit anyone else in here.

Sorry, we're not running private cells.

I am political prisoner.
I demand that this man be removed.

- Tell it to the court tomorrow.
- Hey,

what's he mean, "Political prisoner?"

He's afraid
someone's going to try to kill him

because he knocked off
a United States Senator.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I read about that.

Senator Townsend.

Hey, wait a minute,
what makes you think

I wanna be in here with him?

I don't mind rooming with any con,
but this scum's something else.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're two of a kind.

...treachery so monstrous
as to defy the imagination.

A great man.

A great United States Senator

cut down in the prime of life.

Because he was not afraid to say "fight."

There are those that have called him
a warmonger and hate peddler,

but I knew him for what he was.

A great American patriot.

Now, go back and ask your readers
if America intends to let her enemy

get away with this outrage
without reprisal.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Carter, Mr McMillan.
Newsworld magazine.

The press conference is over,
Miss Carter.

We're doing a cover story
in our next issue

on the late Senator Townsend.

We would like to include
your impressions of the man.

- I'm sorry.
- No one was closer to him.

You could be of great help to us.

Miss Carter, what makes you think
I'd want to help Newsworld magazine?

Your editors have made a career
of taking pot shots

at Senator Townsend and me.

We're going to do the story anyway.

We'd like it to be
as accurate as possible.

I should think you'd like that, too.

Besides, it's no longer a political issue.

A United States Senator
has been killed.

My magazine is as outraged as you are.

I'll give you one hour tomorrow
at 10:00 in the morning.

Fine. I'll be here.

Go over to the bars.

Let me know
if anyone's moving in the corridor.

- Why?
- Do as you're told.

Now, look!

You keep your face over here,

and let me know
if any guards are coming.

- What do you want?
- I tell you...

Nothing! Nothing at all.

I demand to be moved from this cell.
This man has been striking at me.

That's between the two of you.

Look, I don't care which one of you
is boss or how you decide it.

That's up to you, Mac.

One way or the other you guys
have got to learn to live together.

Now, that's the way it's gonna be.

Now, I told you to let me know
if anybody comes along.

Now you do it.

What are you doing?

Mind your own business.
Get back to it and keep your eyes open.

The guard... The guard's coming.

Gibson, lawyer's here.

- Hello, Eddie.
- What's happening?

- Well, Judge Sloan's reading the writ.
- Yeah. How's it look?

We'll probably have a hearing tomorrow
sometime in the afternoon.

Good. That means by tomorrow night
I'll be a free man, huh?

At least until the new trial.

I wouldn't get my hopes up too high,

because I don't think
you're going to get a new trial.

Why do you say a thing like that?

Because as your attorney,
I'm trying to be honest with you.

I don't think that writ of yours
is worth the paper it's written on.

I get it.

You don't like the fact that I came up
with the legal angles, right?

Look, shyster,
if you spent as much time

in the law section of that prison library
as I have,

maybe you would've come up
with that writ instead of me.

I tried, Eddie.

What I'm trying to tell you is,
you really don't have a leg to stand on.

- Not legally.
- What are you talking about?

It's all in there. It's in there.
It's right in there!

Look, we've gone over it
a hundred times.

There's not a judge in his right mind

that would give you a new trial
under that law.

Maybe I won't get a new trial,

but I'm going to get
a new lawyer, shyster,

because you stink!

Now get out of here, will you?
Get him out of here.

- Good luck.
- Thanks a lot.

I ought to break your neck.

The gun.

- You're going to shoot me.
- Maybe I should, you Commie rat.

Guard! Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

- Guard! Guard!
- Go to sleep.

Guard!

Now, look, you breathe one word
about this gun and I will kill you.

Remember, one word and you're dead.

All right. What's all the yelling about?

I don't know, he's sick.
He says he's sick.

- What's the matter with him?
- Something about his head.

Go to bed.

I'll pass you to the dispensary
in the morning.

And keep it quiet down here.

Go on.

Get it over with.

Look, if I was going to kill you
I would have done it before this.

Right?

Then why do you have gun?

It's none of your business.

Now go back to sleep. Go on.

So he came to me and told me
he wanted to get into politics.

I asked him why.

And he said because he wanted to
change the way things were being run.

Was Senator Townsend
working for you at that time?

He was the general manager
of my Riverside plant.

And the best man I ever had in the job.

- And what did you say to him?
- Well,

I told him I thought he was crazy,

but if that's what
he'd made up his mind to do,

he could count on me.

And you stayed with him.

Miss Carter, I'd say behind him would
be a more accurate way of putting it.

Bill Townsend was his own man.
Nobody made any decisions for him.

- Including you?
- Including me.

I see you have a great number of

Senator Townsend's
personal souvenirs.

Awards, commendations,
things like that.

Bill Townsend
was a bachelor all his life.

When he wasn't in Washington,
this was sort of his home.

- Did he live here?
- He knew he was always welcome here.

This painting, I see it's signed "MCM."

Now, that's you, Mr McMillan.

I dabble around a little in oils
every now and then.

I'm no Winston Churchill, but I like it.

- It's very nice.
- Thank you.

When was it done? It looks fairly recent.

I don't remember when I did that.

It was done by memory, though.

Senator Townsend
never had the time to sit for me.

Excuse me, Miss Carter.

Hello.

- That you, R. J?
- Speaking.

This is the Governor, R.J.
How are you feeling?

I'm fine, Governor. How about yourself?

I'll be all right if I get the answer
I'm looking for from you.

What can I do for you, sir?

I've got to appoint a successor
to Bill Townsend, R.J.

Fill out his term of office.
I think that man should be you.

- Well, I'm honoured, Governor.
- Well, of course, you're honoured.

The question is, will you do it?

I'd deem it a privilege to serve
the people of this state, Governor,

especially in the name
of William Townsend.

Well, I'm delighted and I'm grateful.

One thing more,

I would like that
we don't say anything about this

for a few days.

I want to make
the announcement next week.

Until then, you haven't heard a thing.

- I understand, Governor.
- R.J., I'll be in touch with you.

Thank you, sir.

- Did he swallow it?
- Power's easy to swallow.

I think I just got a much bigger story
than the one I came here for.

I'm sorry you heard that conversation,
Miss Carter.

I'm not, Senator.

You can't print that story. Not yet.

Senator, if I phone in
the story of your appointment,

Newsworld can scoop every publication
in this country.

I'm telling you, you can't do that.

Perhaps we can strike a bargain.

You give us the story
of your appointment exclusively

and authorise a cover to go with it

and we'll hold off publication
until our next issue.

I can have a cover artist at work
by late this afternoon.

What choice do I have?

We have a deal?

- All right. But no leaks.
- You have my word. There won't be.

I'll be back with my artist.

Here.

Court clothes.

Both of you be ready right after lunch.
You're due in court at 2:00.

What do you mean?
What do you mean? Both of us?

- Where's he going?
- Same place you are.

- He comes up for arraignment today.
- I don't want him with me.

- What's the matter with you, Gibson?
- I don't want him with me, that's all!

Well, he's going! So, shut up!

Boy, that's all I need.

- A dum-dum like you hung on me.
- What is matter with you?

What's the matter?
I'll tell you what's the matter.

You know that writ
I've been talking about?

It's good for one thing.

It gets me into that van
for the ride to court,

you follow me?

You don't follow me.

Once I get in that wagon,
I'm going to bust out. Clear out.

- Now do you understand?
- Yes, I think so.

Good. Now here's what you do.

One thing. That thing is nothing.

You behave yourself
and keep your mouth shut

and you're not going to get hurt.

But if you tip them
as to what's going on,

you know that gun you're worried about?

Well, the first bullet is going
to be to you.

Now, do you understand?

- I understand.
- Good.

Get your clothes on.

All ready for your little ride, boys?

- Yeah, let's go.
- Hold it, Gibson.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
What are you doing?

- You're not going to chain me to him.
- It's cosy this way, Eddie.

You ain't going anywhere without him.
Let's go.

If you'll look over this way, please.

One more shot.

- All right, that's enough! Come on!
- One more shot, please.

Look over here.

All right, take it away.

School's over. Break it up.

Some nice weather
we're having, huh, Screw?

Don't get smart, Gibson.

Hey, I make a comment
about the weather and he don't like it.

You two are really a pair.

A three-time loser
and a night-crawling killer.

- You don't have to like us, Screw.
- I don't.

The only way you could make me like
you would be to try something right now.

See, you got me all wrong.
This is the new Eddie Gibson.

I don't do anything unless it's legal.
Right here in the law book.

Suddenly things look different,
huh, Screw?

Okay, now.

Ease that shotgun down to the floor
nice and easy.

You might even live through this.

Broke. Broke off in the lock.

- Now I'm really stuck with you.
- What do you mean?

I'm getting out of here
and you're coming with me.

- No, I cannot.
- Come on!

- No, I can't! No!
- Come on.

- No! No, I can't.
- You shut up.

All right, Commie,
here's where we get off.

No, no. Do not!

I'm getting off, buddy,
and you're coming with me.

No! No! No!

Come on.

Come on!

My ankle...

I can't stand up.

Let's go. We've got to get out of here.
Come on.

No. No, I can't get up.

Let's go, Eddie.

Isn't this the guy
that killed that senator?

We're stuck with him. Go!

Okay, get out.

- What do you mean?
- This is as far as I go, Eddie.

- From here on in, you're on your own.
- Wait a minute. We've got a deal.

Our deal didn't include him
and you know it.

We'll get rid of him
as soon as I get out of these.

Listen, by that time,
I want to be over the state line.

Now, get out, Eddie.

So that's the way it is, huh?

- Yeah, that's the way it is.
- I'll be thinking about you.

Hey, nice place, huh?

Hey, I got an idea.

Remember, Dan,
the lens is on this end.

- Shall we have a last look?
- Yeah.

When you start painting,
rough in McMillan's head first,

then the body, the desk.

Leave the background for last.

You can't complete much more
than this in one sitting anyway.

The trick will be to use
the right colour paint at the right time.

All the paints dissolve this coating.
The colour doesn't make any difference.

It will if he decides
to come look over my shoulder.

Come on, lean in, will you?

Now what?

Now, you put the tyre back on.

Then we go up the road
and make a phone call.

Why do you say "we"?

We're going to call your embassy.

They should be happy enough
to give us a couple of passports

and enough money to get out
of the country, right?

- They will not do it.
- What do you mean, they won't do it?

Look, you knocked off
a US Senator for them, right?

They gotta take care of you.

Go on, put the tyre back on.

Just in case you get any ideas.

Good. That's fine.

Now, I've done a bit of thinking
on this, Mr Briggs.

How about this pose?

Not bad.

It gives the impression that you're
Townsend's heir apparent.

But it looks a little posed.
Loosen up a bit. Get comfortable.

I want to have the same look
of dedication as Senator Townsend.

I want people to know where I stand.

Yes, that's important,
but let's let them know you're you.

Senator R.J. McMillan,
not a rubber stamp.

I don't think he should be sitting
under this portrait.

- Yes, let's try it at the desk.
- All right.

Perhaps with your hands folded. Yeah.

I think you ought to put
your right hand over your left.

It'll give you a better shoulder line.

Perfect. Now, let me just find my angle.

Yes, that looks fine.

Now, if you'll just tilt your head
a little to the right.

That's it.

Excuse me, Mr Briggs.

Hello.

When?

How?

All right. Keep me informed.

What is it, Senator? What happened?

Solowiechek's escaped.

In broad daylight.
From a police van on a public street.

- How is that possible?
- How is that possible, Mr Briggs?

I'll tell you how.
His escape is part of a conspiracy.

A conspiracy to destroy this country.

Are you saying, Senator,

that the police
are part of this conspiracy?

That they helped Solowiechek escape?

There is no question about that,
Miss Carter.

They arranged for a man to ride
to court with him.

A man who was unquestionably
a Communist agent.

A man who smuggled a gun
into Solowiechek,

so they could overpower the guard
riding with them.

They even had a car following the van.

Now, who else
but the police could have known

when Solowiechek
was being taken to court?

That seems incredible.

To you, and to the uninformed like you.

Those with closed minds
and closed ears.

When will you people wake up

to the warnings
from Bill Townsend and myself?

All right.

Mr Briggs, I guess we may as well
proceed with the painting,

if you will, please.

Well, you change the tyre?

I asked you to change the tyre.

- Yes.
- Good, good.

Hey, how do you like this outfit, huh?

No one will recognise
Eddie Gibson in this, huh?

- Okay, come on, we'd better be going.
- We cannot call my embassy.

Why not?

Because I did not kill the Senator
for my government.

They want me
as much as your government does.

Well, that means
I'm gonna have to dump you.

- And you know what that means?
- No, no.

You... You cannot just kill me.

- Why not?
- No, no. Leave me here.

I did not ask you
to bring me here with you.

If I leave you here, as soon as I leave,
you'll go screaming for the cops.

You'll tell them I'm in an old '47
pick-up truck on Route 29.

- Nothing doing.
- No, I will not speak. I swear it.

- Well, then take me with you.
- Why? You're dead weight.

You got no money,
you got no chance of getting any.

Probably got more cops
after you than I have.

- You're trouble, mister.
- Wait! Wait! Wait!

- I can get money.
- Yeah?

How?

From a friend.

Who?

I cannot tell you that.

Hey, what makes you think this friend
is gonna give you money?

I cannot tell you that, either.

Just like I thought,
'cause there isn't any friend, right?

No, the man for whom
I killed the Senator.

Yeah?

- What's his name?
- No. I can't say.

- What's his name?
- No, I can't.

I can't tell you!

What's his name?

Who is he?

Who?

McMillan.

R.J. McMillan.

McMillan? R.J. McMillan.

Yeah, that's money. Big money.

Yeah.

He might be willing to pay 10,
20,000 bucks to keep you quiet.

Maybe more.

Yeah.

Let's go!

Come on.

Get up.

Get in there and lie down.

Now, is there anything else
you'd like to say, Mr McMillan?

Yes, there is, I think.

I think that Bill Townsend's murder

will be a turning point in the history
of this country.

The American people
have had their eyes opened.

They now know that the enemy will stop
at nothing to subvert our way of life.

Think we'd better call it quits
for the night.

You don't mind if I finish up first thing
in the morning, do you, Senator?

Why, thank you very much, Mr Briggs.
I think you're a little premature.

But no, I don't mind stopping now at all.

I didn't realise it was getting so late.
Let's see how you're doing.

That's good.

Not flattering, but accurate.

You know, Mr Briggs,
I'm something of a painter myself.

Oh, I didn't know.

Perhaps you'll let me see
some of your work sometime.

Surely. There's a portrait
I did of Senator Townsend.

Show him, Miss Carter.

Oh, no, no. Please, please,
I'd like to have your criticism.

As you can see, I lean a little more
to the yellows than you do.

Yes, and with good effect.

What are you doing, Mr McMillan?

I'll just accent this side...

I'm using yellow paint,

but it's green.

You're ruining my painting,
Mr McMillan.

Why are my brushstrokes green?

Because this section was originally blue
before I painted it out.

Blue and yellow make green,
as you must know.

My apologies, Mr Briggs.

- I had no right to tamper with your work.
- Oh, that's quite all right.

- No harm done.
- Dan always has trouble with artists.

You know, he did
a cover of Picasso once.

You can imagine the arguing
that went on.

His favourite colour was red.

We can save some time in the morning
if we leave everything set up.

- Do you mind?
- Not at all.

And if I am again seized
with the impulse

to add the McMillan touch
to your painting,

- I promise to resist it.
- Thank you.

Oh, let me show you to the door.

What time do you think I should expect
to see you tomorrow, Mr Briggs?

- Well, I should say 8:30.
- Fine, fine.

Did he go back to the painting
after we left?

No, he went to his desk to work on
his Senate address.

Did you lock on
to the transmitter tower?

Right.

- We can cut in whenever we're ready.
- Rollin's due any minute.

"And I promise

"every citizen of this great state

"that I will devote my life

"and my fortune

"to carrying on the work
of my predecessor,

"the late Senator William Townsend.

"I pledge..."

Get your hand out of there.

Empty. Get it out!

Now close the drawer. Easy.

Switch it to the network.

What do you want?

What do you think?

I could not help it, Mr McMillan.

We were handcuffed together
when he escaped.

I don't know you.
What's he talking about?

- If you're lying...
- Oh, I'm not lying.

He wants money.
He made me bring him here.

What did he tell you about me?

What makes you two think
I'd give you money?

McMillan, are you trying to tell me
you don't know this man?

I never saw him before in my life.

Oh, no.

Wait a minute,

now I know who you are.

You're the Red agent that murdered
Senator Townsend.

- Right, and you paid him to do it.
- He told you that?

Look, stop playing games, Mr McMillan.
We know you did it.

That's not true. That man is lying.

Is it possible the Secretary was wrong
about McMillan?

- Should I cut us off the network?
- No.

- You're lying.
- No, no, I'm not lying. He is!

Tell him. Give him money.

Why would I have had anyone
kill a man I idolised?

A man whose entire career I guided?

Now, does that make sense to you?

No, it doesn't.

- You've had it.
- No.

No, I'm telling truth.

- I can prove it.
- How?

He gave me money from safe

behind picture.

How would he know that
that safe was there

unless he's been here before, huh?

- I don't know.
- Stop your lying.

You wanted Townsend killed
in order to create

breach between our two countries.
You gave me $100,000

and promised to protect me
if I was caught.

$100,000?

Here, I figured to get
10, 20 grand from you.

Come on, open up that safe.

This is going to be better than I thought.

- How much do you want?
- How much?

Double. Double what he's getting.

$200,000.

You want me to call the cops?

Someone's behind Rollin.

Drop your gun. Drop it.

Pick it up, R.J.

I was praying you'd come down.

- You're dead.
- Townsend?

- I killed you.
- But it can't be.

You merely blew up a house,
Solowiechek.

They found a body.

A dental bridge and parts of a body
secured from an anatomy laboratory.

So you see,

there's been no murder.
You really have nothing to tell anyone.

Only that you're still alive,
Senator Townsend.

Everyone will find that out
when the time is right

- and not before.
- And when will that be?

When we have wiped every Communist
from the face of this earth.

R.J., call the police.

Tell them you have
the escaped convicts.

And you might also mention that
you were forced to kill them

when they broke into your house.

You wouldn't want to kill us with the
entire country watching,

- would you, Senator?
- What do you mean?

Why don't you turn on
your television set?

Your own station, McMillan.

See what 40 million Americans
are watching right now.

Do it.

You fool.

- How did this happen?
- Then

you are not criminal?

Traitor!

We could have convinced
the American people

to stand up and fight.

To attack their enemies while they
still have the power to destroy them.

It's the only way America can survive.

Keep talking, Senator.
Yes, keep talking.

This is the last chance you'll ever get
to address your constituents.

You're not a bad actor, Rollin.

- How were the ratings?
- It was on the entire network.

Forty or fifty million viewers.

I'd say that Townsend and McMillan
are suffering from overexposure.