Original subtitles

("Route 66" by Nelson Riddle)

- $222.00 for your thoughts.

- Talk about inflation!

Anyway, we've only got $219.00 saved.

- Interest, we've got interest for the first quarter coming.

- It still isn't very much

for three months and 5,000 miles!

- Well, how many guys do you know

that have knocked around the way that we have,

and still made it pay?

- Oh, we sure make it pay!

Almost lynched in Garth, drowned in Grand Isle,

beat up in New Orleans,

blown away by a dust storm in Canave,

and arrested in Spare Falls.

Our trouble is, we have no status.

- Who wants status?

If you've got status, you've got strings;

you got strings you're a puppet.

Who wants to be a puppet?

Besides, it's the times that's bugging you, Tod,

that's what it is, just the times.

- Nah, that's no excuse, Buz, it's always the times.

We just don't belong anywhere.

- Okay, we'll join a country club.

- Ah, (scoffs).

- Look, what do you expect, Tod?

I mean everywhere we go, we're just passing through,

we're strangers.

- Hey ya know, somewhere I read only ants and savages

put strangers to death.

- All right, we'll find a place with no ants and no savages.

- [Tod] You're the navigator!

- Carter Lake, Table Rock, Grant's Pass.

Now, that sounds like a town where it'd be hard

to get into trouble. - Good.

Just someplace to relax, maybe do a little fishing,

get our laundry done, and let some of the bruises heal!

- It says here they got that, "Prime, corn-fed Oregon beef,

"and the best beer this side of Denmark."

("Route 66" by Nelson Riddle)

(patrons cheering, chattering, clapping and whistling)

(mellow jazz music)

- It's water.

- Yeah, it's used to put out fires.

Better just stick to your drinking, Ted.

You're forgetting who she is.

- She's a woman, that's all I care.

She's been along time growing into it,

and I've been a long time waitin'.

- I'm gonna make you swallow those words, Becker,

and half your teeth, too!

- Now, you just run along sonny, and put that silver flask

you were born with back in your mouth.

(fist thudding)

(dramatic jazz music)

(fist thudding) (groaning and grunting)

(dramatic jazz music)

- [Blonde] Curt! (sobs)

- Oh yeah, nice small town

where it'll be hard to get into trouble.

- Oh, Curt! (sobs)

(mellow orchestral music)

We brought the prodigal son home, soused as usual,

but there's no point in killing a fatted calf.

At that rate, even father would of run out of calves.

- I'll take him now. - That's all right, sir,

we've got him.

- Dinner ready? - Who did it?

- Ted.

- Ted Becker?

- You know it!

Curt was making a spectacle of himself,

Ted told him to stop.

Curt hit Ted, well you know, nobody hits Ted.

Except that one.

Boy, you shoulda seen it!

Wham, outsville!

And that great Ted Becker,

was spread out like peanut butter.

What did you say we have for dinner?

- Bring him in here.

(Curt groaning)

- Karen!

- Maybe you can tell me what happened.

- Well, this fella Becker

was cleaning the floor up with your son,

and your daughter was crying, so we just...

- Crying?

Karen was crying?

- Yes sir, she was pretty concerned about her brother,

until we got here.

- Karen!

- Did I hear my champion calling?

My defender of lost causes?

Next time, mind your own business!

- Look I was only trying--

- You're always looking for an enemy, brother dear.

But you keep on looking in the wrong place,

look over there, in the mirror.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(moves into somber orchestral music)

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- Oh, sure.

Why don't we hire a hall,

so I can tell the whole world all about the Emersons?

(somber orchestral music)

- I'm very grateful for what you've done.

We're about to have dinner, I'd appreciate it if you'd stay.

- Aw, no thanks,

thanks anyway we're-- - We're just ah,

passing through.

- Well, let me fix you a drink.

- I guess it was just sort of luck that we came north,

I mean, we didn't make any plans.

We never do.

- Do you have families waiting, or jobs, or school?

- No sir, nothing.

- Oh, I see.

Well, perhaps I could persuade you to stop here a while.

There's a guest house by the pool,

my housekeeper's an excellent cook,

and I have work for you.

We're harvesting the hops just now,

and I need every hand I can hire.

- Mr. Emerson, do all the hands

live in the guest house by the pool,

and eat your housekeeper's cooking?

- No, just you two.

- I don't think so.

- I'm sorry, sir,

I guess Buz and I weren't cut out to be nursemaids.

- Well, they need someone their own age,

someone to set them an example.

Obviously, I can't.

(dramatic orchestral music finale)

(moves into mellow orchestral music)

- You're gonna have to drive

a lot slower than that, young fella,

if you intend to finish out the harvest in one piece.

- I thought everybody was fightin' the clock!

- Beatin' the clock's one thing, defyin' gravity's another.

There's a whole lotta trucks that are older than you are,

you just keep her around 20 through these fields,

and no more than 45 on the highway.

(mellow orchestral music)

- Do they make beer outta this stuff?

- Just flavors it a little, that's all.

There's a yellow powder in these cones, lupulin,

it seems to help any malt liquor.

They use it in medicines, too, tonics, soporifics.

(mellow orchestral music)

(truck engine revving)

(truck sputtering and accelerating)

- No more than 45!

(mellow orchestral music)

(moves into dramatic orchestral music)

- No lecture this morning, please!

I don't think I could stand your nagging voice this morning,

Mr. Galloway, sir, faithful foreman,

and obedient servant of my esteemed father.

- Maybe your father won't dress you down, but I intend to.

- Oh, I'm sure you do.

Well, how late am I this morning?

- Three hours and 12 minutes,

and us already a week late with the harvest!

Your dad's got a quarter of million dollars

in hops out there ready to be processed,

plus the other contracts with the growers!

Ten more days, that's all we got

before the crop rots on the vine!

And I mean, that's 24 hours a day

with everybody bein' here on time!

As long as your father says

you're supposed to be my assistant,

you're gonna be my assistant,

else I'll throw ya right off this property!

- Well, that's not a bad idea.

- You been drinkin' again?

- Again?

Don't you mean still?

- You're in no condition to be around machinery.

- In that event, I'll leave!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You're in no condition to drive, either!

- Let's just say I'm in no condition, period.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(engine revving)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(men chattering)

(knocks) Whiskey and water.

(mellow orchestral music)

(moves into suspenseful orchestral music)

(sighs) Can't I find anyplace in town

where a man can drink alone?

- I guess I lost my head last night, but you know how I get.

You shouldn't of set me off!

- No man ever hit me before.

- Maybe that's your trouble.

- I got no troubles.

- There are a few of 'em as a starter.

And you got others, like too much money,

like a sister you're not man enough to keep at home.

- If I knew how to fight, Becker,

if anybody had ever taught me how,

I'd split that stupid face of yours wide open.

- You can't blame me for lookin',

especially at somethin' choice like your sister,

especially when she's lookin' right back!

- I ever catch you looking at her that way again,

I'll go get a gun and shoot you dead!

- You just don't want a man in the family.

- Oh you, (scoffs), what are you anyway?

A pea-brained river man, with a phony racket.

- Gentle down now.

- Aw, you and that two-bit tourist trip down the rapids,

all that junk about how dangerous it is!

Any two year-old could go down the Rogue

in an ironing board.

- Maybe you'd like to try it.

- Why not?

I can ride the rapids as well as you, anybody could!

- Easy said.

- $500.00.

- For what?

- I'll bet you $500.00

I can get to Hell's Gate before you can

right through the rapids!

(Ted sighing)

- You'd never make it,

you'd drown before you hit white water.

You don't make no difference to me, sonny,

I'm thinkin' of myself.

Your father still owns half this valley,

I don't want him on my neck blamin' me.

- My dad?

When did he ever climb on anybody's neck?

Why, he'd probably send you a medal.

- Okay.

Okay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(moves into suspenseful orchestral music)

(moves into suspenseful orchestral music intensifying)

(moves into dramatic orchestral music)

- Why'd you pull me out?

Worried about your money?

- Not hardly.

I was just thinkin' how your sister

tried to help you out in the bar last night

when you got in trouble.

Ya know,

she's gonna be mighty grateful to me now.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Mighty grateful.

(dramatic orchestral music finale)

(moves into mellow orchestral music)

- Would you like to have some more coffee, Tod?

- No thank you, sir. (door knocking)

- I guess we better be getting back

to the plant pretty soon.

- Well, you've had a long day today, I think that's enough.

- Mr. Galloway says that it's gonna be a 24-hour day

if we're ever gonna get the hops harvested.

- It's that Mr. Becker, he's come to see Karen.

- Ask him to come in.

- You may come in.

- Evenin' Mr. Emerson.

- You've met my guests I understand.

- Yeah.

- I'm very grateful to you for pulling Curt out today.

I think this will cover the wager

and the damage to your boats.

- I didn't come here to ask you for any money.

Mr. Emerson, you can't buy everything with a check!

- That's quite true, Mr. Becker.

Quite true.

- What's the matter, I'm not good enough for the Emersons?

You got such a great family here?

What's the matter with me?

- I don't know much about you, Mr. Becker,

just what I've heard.

- Take the check Becker, and clear out!

- I'm a better man than your son,

and plenty good enough for your daughter!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Don't you see what he's after?

Don't you see what he wants?

- Good night, Mr Becker.

(car tires screeching)

- Yeah, good night.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door slamming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hail, the conquering hero!

Did you collect your reward?

- Not yet.

- Not that Curt's worth much, poor thing,

but he's all we got.

Would ya like me to reward you?

(dramatic orchestral music) (cricket's chirping)

(laughs) Men get such a stupid look on their faces.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Becker!

You kissed the lady good night.

Bye.

- Do you want me to go?

(crickets chirping)

- Ask a silly question.

- You!

I didn't say good night to you.

- That's funny, I didn't miss it.

- We got unfinished business.

- You're lucky, keep it that way.

'Night.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(moves into upbeat orchestral music)

- Well, if we're so far behind,

why don't we just buy more trucks, and hire more people?

- If you came around more often

and took an interest in business,

you'd know the answer to that!

- Chuck!

- Well I'm sorry Jerry, but if he was my son

I'd teach him more than just this business!

- He's here now, isn't he?

- Well, I'm not exactly doin' handsprings because of it,

he spent more time this morning arguing than helping.

- Give him a chance, Chuck.

- Think you highness can push a truck?

- The trouble with you Mr. Galloway, you play it too safe

routing the trucks over the main highway,

no wonder it's a half-hour haul.

I'll show you how to bring a load back in 10 minutes.

Yes, the River Road, why have you always been against it,

because it's shorter?

- Forget it, Curt!

We don't route that way, you stick to the main highway.

(truck engine turning over) (engine revving)

- What's the matter, you scared?

- You heard your dad.

- Did I?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(truck accelerating) - [Chuck] Hold it!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Tod! Buz!

Curt's in that truck, stop him!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(tires squealing) (engine accelerating)

(suspenseful orchestral music finale)

(moves into frenetic orchestral music)

(tires squealing)

(frenetic orchestral music)

(tires squealing)

(frenetic orchestral music)

- Slow down!

Slow up!

(frenetic orchestral music)

(horn honking) (tires squealing)

(frenetic orchestral music)

(tires squealing)

(frenetic orchestral music)

- [Curt] What do you think you're doing?

(truck crashing)

(somber orchestral music)

- All right, gimme the line, Tommy.

(somber orchestral music)

- We're ready to go now, Jerry.

You can ride along with him, if that's what you want.

(somber orchestral music)

It makes you wonder sometimes,

he had a fear of this road, almost an obsession.

Can't say I blame him after what happened before,

and now after all these years, it finally claimed him, too.

Yes sir, it sure makes you wonder.

Anytime, Jerry.

(somber orchestral music)

- Do you think I tried to kill him?

Look, I wasn't going that fast!

We came to this stretch of road here and,

and he, I don't know, he just flipped!

He started to shout, and he grabbed at the wheel,

honest Dad, he grabbed the wheel!

I tried to swing back but,

we went over.

I don't know what got into him.

- Chuck Galloway's wife and daughter were killed right here,

in an accident 25 years ago.

Chuck was driving too fast, they pulled him back up alive,

just like they pulled you back up now.

(somber orchestral music)

- You say that like you're sorry they did.

- God forgive me for thinking it.

(somber orchestral music finale)

(moves into mystical orchestral music)

(metal banging)

(machine whirring)

- [Jerry] Tod! Buz!

Why are you two operating the ovens,

where are Eddie and Jim, and where are the feeders?

- They've all gone.

- Gone?

- Well, they liked Mr. Galloway, they talked it over,

and decided they didn't wanna work someplace

where a man could get himself killed by the boss's son.

- Not for $1.25 an hour, don't forget they added that.

- So, we're seein' if two men can run a hops factory.

They can't.

- But we thought it over and decided to ignore our discovery

and just keep working the plant, ya know?

- I don't know what to say.

- Mr. Emerson, can't ya hire more help?

- Not likely, not this late in the season.

Means we'll lose half this year's crop.

I'll take my losses, there's always next year.

But to the outlying growers,

men like Harry Parks and Steve Campbell,

fellows with only 20 to 50 acres,

it's their whole year's income.

- Well, why can't they pitch in and help?

- They have been, Buz.

They've been working along side us cuttin' vines.

But we need truck drivers, systems feeders,

oven room operators, bailers,

we always pick them up in season from migratory workers.

- How 'bout in town,

can't we scout up some emergency help there?

- I'll try when I come back from the funeral.

- Mr. Emerson, what about Curt,

shouldn't he be able to help?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You've been storing that question a long time,

haven't you, Tod?

Yes, Curt certainly ought to be able to help.

But how can I blame him when every one else,

even his own sister, blames him for being what I made him?

His faults, weaknesses, he didn't learn from a stranger,

he learned them from me!

Just as I learned mine from my father.

(somber orchestral music)

My father, to him the world was

clearly divided into two parts:

what he already had, and what remained to be taken;

and what he couldn't take,

he destroyed like some pillaging general.

He couldn't take me, so he destroyed me,

he made me in his image.

For every inch I grew, my hatred for him grew,

till I wasn't sure which was me, and which was the hatred.

Once I dared ask him, "Father," I asked,

"is it that power corrupts a man,

"or do only corrupt men seek power?"

He made me repeat the question,

and he counted the words off on his fingers,

and he whipped me for each word

every day for 15 days in front of my mother.

I promised myself if I ever had a son,

I'd never be a dictator, I'd let him grow his way,

and I'd be man enough in myself to accept it

and live with it, good or bad.

I never whipped or punished either child.

I let them have their own way,

take as much rope as they wanted.

Looking back now,

I can see I wasn't a father at all.

I was their host.

Well, I raised them wrong.

But when I finally saw

I'd gone as far one way as my father had gone another,

it was too late to get them back.

Why is it different with you?

And you?

What did your fathers do to make you come out all right?

- I never knew mine.

But the place where they raised me,

well they treated me fair, and they showed me all the rules.

- Well, Dad and I had problems, but never with each other,

they were joint problems, you know,

things we had to face together,

what he called the common cause.

- The common cause.

- Yes, sir.

That's why I ask about Curt, why he wasn't here.

- Well, now you know.

(somber orchestral music)

(diving board banging) (water splashing)

(people chattering and laughing)

- Anybody who gets hungry, just go raid the kitchen.

Mrs. Hastings had to go to the funeral,

so everybody just help yourself.

- [Girl] We'll do that, don't worry.

(birds chirping)

- I thought you were at the funeral.

- Yeah, I'm there with you.

- Why should I go?

To me, Chuck's still alive, I wanna keep him that way,

not see some wax figure laid out in a box.

In a Sunday suit, with makeup on an empty face.

- A little party to help you remember?

- What's the suitcase for?

- Well now, that's full of Dad's ties,

I'm going to the big city and start a tie business

on the first corner I come to.

- Oh, funny!

- Yeah, that's me, coast-to-coast King of the Comedy Hour!

- Curt?

You're not kidding?

- When are you gonna understand, Karen?

I've never been kidding!

I'm the dedicated kid.

I'm the town statue.

(chuckles) You think I'm sitting

on a horse like General Grant with a bronze sword?

Not me, not dedicated Curt!

I'm holding up a silver flask, I'm the town clown.

You see, it even rhymes!

Well that's okay, I can live with that.

Ya hand people a few laughs, and no harm done.

But now there's a new statue of me in the public square,

and a different name, Killer!

Do you like that, Karen, Killer?

- What do you want, pity?

- From you?

- You wouldn't know how to accept it.

- You wouldn't know how to give it.

- All right, go ahead, walk out!

Do you think I'll miss you?

I'm not asking for myself, I'm asking for Father!

What do you think this'll do to him?

- He'll survive.

- Oh boy, you're the grateful one!

- Me?

You talk about me?

Well, if it weren't for me

pulling you out of one mess after another,

showing yourself off all over town,

you'd be the worst little--

- You're a liar!

I never let anybody touch me.

- Oh sure, sure!

- And if I had, what do you care?

- Don't you see?

- See what?

- Don't you see I was only trying to help,

to give you something?

- Give me what, Curt?

- I don't know, maybe strength.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Karen crying)

(people chattering) (mellow jazz music)

- They say you're missing.

- (exhales) On all cylinders.

- Yeah well, it doesn't take a bloodhound to find you.

- Not if you can follow the smell of the corks it doesn't.

- You're not even gonna say goodbye to your father, huh?

(mellow jazz music)

- I'll drop him a Dear John letter.

- Yeah, that sounds like you.

- What are you so worked up about?

- Well, maybe because I know what it is to lose a father.

- Hey, Mike!

Make it one for my baby here, and two more for me.

I think we'll let the road

take care of itself this time around.

You know, a guy can go broke buying one for the road.

- [Tod] We're leaving!

- You'll have to carry me!

- That suits me fine!

- I can walk!

Maybe not a straight line-- - Then walk!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(machine whirring)

- Hey Mr. Emerson!

(machine whirring)

- Do you think your leaving will solve anything?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

- It might help me to accept it if you'll tell me how.

- It'll bring the workers back for one thing.

- How do you figure that?

- Well, it was on my account that they left.

When they hear I'm gone, they'll come back.

- They're gone, Curt, they won't be back until next crop.

Whether you stay or go, that part's done.

- Then there's the town,

the way people have been looking at me since the accident.

- They'll forget.

- I won't.

Well, I guess there's nothing else I can say.

- You can say you're sorry for being such a fool,

and you can take off your coat

and go to work with the rest of us.

- I'll write you when I get where I'm going.

- Do you have any money?

- Some.

- You're gonna help him?

- [Jerry] Well, he's my son!

- Then make him stay!

- How?

- Mr. Emerson for the first time in your life,

whether it does any good or not,

for your own sake you could knock some sense into him!

This is your last chance.

- Curt!

You're not leaving!

- Oh Dad, cut it out!

(fist thudding) (Curt groaning)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(engine turning over)

(engine accelerating)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Too little, too late, as always.

(dramatic orchestral music finale)

(moves into mellow orchestral music)

- [Male Friend] Hey Karen, where have you been?

- [Female Friend] Hi, Karen!

(friends chattering)

- I'm all of sudden in the personnel business,

what are my bid for a full week's work?

10 hours a day on the levy.

Lift that bail, tote that barge!

At Dad's factory.

(friends chattering negatively)

- With us going to Grimsville,

just two more weeks of vacation,

and then hung up with the books till next June?

Karen baby, get with it, come on!

- Oh honey, why fight it?

Anyway, we just decided

to go on a little picnic this afternoon,

you and I could go down for the franks and the mustard.

- I can't go, I have to help my father.

Or find someone who will.

Somebody like Ted Becker, maybe.

Have fun!

- So, who's gonna bring the franks and mustard?

(laughing)

Boy, she's sure gone square!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Karen] Ted!

- Karen, about last night.

- It was my fault.

- Oh, I'm not sorry I kissed you,

just sorry they broke us up.

- What if I,

what if I were to ask you a favor?

A big favor.

- Well, just ask!

- Well, you heard abut the workmen leaving my father?

- I heard.

- Well, you have friends,

well I've seen you drinking with them.

That little man with the bald head?

- Tony.

- And the other one with the scar on his face?

- [Ted] Frankie.

- Oh, and any others?

It's only for a week, Ted!

If you can only bring them to the factory.

- Maybe I can help you, Karen.

It depends.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Takin' a trip, Curt?

- Does it show?

- I see your bags in the back.

Wanna check your oil, or your battery?

- No, they're okay.

- And your radiator?

- Plenty of water.

- [Man] Any particular place?

- What? - You going

any particular place?

- Well if it is particular, Mr. Evans,

you can be sure it won't want me, will it?

(truck engine whirring)

- Hi. - Hi!

- Seen Mr. Emerson around?

- He'll be back in a few minutes.

- You the fellas stayin' as his place, hun?

- Yeah.

- Well, maybe you can tell me what to do then,

at least until Mr. Emerson gets back.

Well, Karen said he needed all the help he could get.

Well, I don't care that much about picnics, ya know?

Anyway, I came on in and, oh my brother,

he'll be over tonight as soon as he's had supper.

Well, he'd be here now, except he works over

in the Franklin Hardware Store till five.

- Welcome aboard, friend!

- Yeah, I'll tell you what you can do,

maybe I better show ya!

You know, you've restored my faith in your generation!

- Well, what got me was

Karen saying she's going to Ted Becker--

- Becker?

- For help.

- [Karen's Friend] Why, well do you think

she just said that, huh?

- Gimme the keys to the car.

- Where are you goin'?

- Well, there's this man

that's big in the unfinished business department.

- Becker's no pushover.

- Who's gonna push him?

(upbeat orchestral music)

(engine turning over)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(tires squealing)

(upbeat orchestral music)

- Okay, okay, I'll call them.

Ain't nobody here but us spiders, come on in.

- No, thank you.

- Oh, come on now,

you're not gonna let me drink alone, are ya, honey?

I mean, nobody likes to do things alone.

You take your dad, he doesn't like to work alone, does he?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Well, I got no use for these guys

who try to get a girl drunk.

I mean you know, who needs that, huh?

Drink up.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Karen!

- Oh Curt, I'm so glad to see you!

- Yeah, sure you are!

You're so glad you couldn't wait until I left town.

Oh don't worry, I'm leaving,

I just wanted to see it with my own eyes, that's all.

Okay, I've seen it.

My sister running down here

to throw herself at a dirty old bag of muscle!

(fist thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(barrels crashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Curt, I was only asking him to help at the factory!

(fist thudding)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(fists thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(fists thudding) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Curt groaning)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(fist thudding) (groaning)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(fist thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(water splashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(fist thudding) (groaning)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(first thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(moves into dramatic orchestral music)

- Thanks.

- You're welcome, champ!

- You two look a mess!

Come on Curt, let's go home.

- How can I, Karen?

- Because we need you.

(mellow orchestral music)

(tires squealing)

(mellow orchestral music)

- They say in town

there's work out here for those who need it.

(mellow orchestral music)

I need it, Dad.

(mellow orchestral music)

- No, please don't tell me I oughta see the other guy,

I can't even stand looking at you!

(upbeat orchestral music)

I just remembered something.

- Is it good for bruises?

(laughing)

- Knowing Mr. Emerson, and Karen, and Curt,

brought it to mind, something Dad used to say.

- What's that?

- "Whenever you reach an impasse,

"look at the third side of the coin."

- Third side?

- [Tod] Yeah.

- I thought there was only two sides to a coin.

- The third side is the edge,

the place the two sides come together,

the meeting place of heads and tails.

Dad used to say that was the best side,

because it welds opposites together.

And it's a circle, a continuing circle, closed and perfect,

as endless as understanding itself.

(mellow orchestral music)

(moves into mellow orchestral music finale)

(moves into "Route 66" by Nelson Riddle)

- [Narrator] This has been a Screen Gems

film presentation from Columbia Pictures,

Herbert B. Leonard, Executive Producer.

("Route 66" finale)