08x04 - The Franklin Papers

[bunniefuu]

Obviously, Franklin didn't send those letters

to North and Washington.

Perhaps, Mr. Franklin lacked the proper postage.

Yeah.

Oh, you're very funny.

[laughing]

[groaning]

- Christine. - My purse..

- The pills.. - What? What is it?

What?

[groaning]

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Christine!

- Albert Lang? - Yes.

We're with the FBI.

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Alright. Against the wall.

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Well, I guess I might as well pack.

No hurry, Christine.

Lori. When did you get here?

Oh, I got here a couple of days ago.

Those bonds are ours now, Christine.

Now, just a minute.

You can stay here and marry your boyfriend.

- Isn't that what you want? - That's all over now.

I can't stay here any longer.

That's too bad.

Well, you do what you want.

Me and Harry are going out on our own with all the bonds.

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Christine!

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[theme music]

[male narrator] "The FBI."

A Quinn Martin Production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also Starring Philip Abbott

William Reynolds.

With guest stars Dina Merrill

Richard Anderson

Dan Travanti

Jennifer Salt.

Tonight's episode

"The Franklin Papers."

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- Brandy? - Love some.

What about outside at dawn?

The Arizona desert is fabulous at dawn.

Just outside the shadow of camel back, how does that sound?

Oh, that sounds marvelous.

Only a few guests

with the sun coming up behind the preacher

afterwards...we all ride off

and have a wedding breakfast around a musket fire.

That will be lovely.

Christine, you remember I promised

'to show you your wedding present tonight?'

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These belong to my mother and her mother.

And her mother.

In fact these rocks go clear back to the Stone Age.

Oh, Carl, they're just beautiful.

That's why they belong on you.

[male #1] 'I'll take 'em now.'

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- How did you get here? - Shut up.

Stay right where you are.

What are you doing?

I'm taking her with me.

Take the jewels but leave her out of this.

Senor Ashton, is it alright if I..

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[groaning]

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[tires screeching]

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[male narrator] On the evening of June 11th

George Ashton, a wealthy Scottsdale, Arizona rancher

was robbed at g*n point of a collection of jewelry

valued at $85,000 and a hostage was taken.

His housekeeper managed to contact police

and give them a description

and license number of the get-away car.

When the car was later found abandoned in Blythe, California

the FBI entered the case under provisions

of the Interstate Transportation

of Stolen Property statute.

It's not that I'm not worried about the jewels, inspector

it's what happened to Christine that worries me.

How long have you known her?

Less than a month.

Met her at a party in the inn. Immediate rapport.

We both feel the same way about the desert, about horses..

Well, we even drink the same brand of whisky.

Only wish I'd met her 20 years ago.

As they say, it's never too late.

At least I hope it's not.

Do you have any pictures of her?

Yes.

Thank you, Juanita.

Well, according to the police, Lew

none of the doors or windows appear forced.

So, uh...he either used a key or he walked in.

Thank you.

You keep this place pretty well locked up, Mr. Ashton?

Yes. Double locks on everything.

To tell you a truth, I wondered at the time how he got in.

You do the locking up yourself?

Well, if you're thinking about my housekeeper

I can vouch for her loyalty.

'And she's fussier than I am'

'about keeping the place locked up.'

According to the police, there was no sign of forced entry.

You said you were unconscious when the thief left the house?

That's right.

Listen, inspector, if you're suggesting Mrs.--

I'm not suggesting anything, Mr. Ashton.

These jewels you described

you said you took them out of your safe deposit box

yesterday afternoon?

Yesterday afternoon.

They were to be a wedding present to her.

And who else knew about it?

Only one other person, Christine.

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Thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand? What do you mean, thirty thousand?

That stuff's worth $80,000-$90,000.

It said so on the newspaper.

Your partner's new at this, isn't he?

Harry's alright.

In fact I find his innocence rather refreshing.

Think of me, why don't you sometime, Christine.

All that waiting around in a cheap motel room

with-with bum air-conditioning

while you got wined and dined.

And who had to take the risks? I did.

That's right, Harry.

I'm the brains, you are the muscle.

Muscle? I'm an artist.

And for what? For 40 percent.

Alright, Albert, it's a deal.

Fine.

What's the matter with you?

You didn't even bargain with him.

Albert's fair. I've been doing business with him for years.

Now, if you don't mind I have some work to do.

Albert, could we use your office for a moment?

Harry, I've been thinking.

Maybe we ought to split up.

Huh?

You know, go our own separate ways.

I-I don't get it. Are you sore or something?

No. No, I'm just...tired.

I haven't felt very well lately.

Christine, this isn't enough to retire on.

Not the way you spend money.

Remember Tucson, we had to take a big chance

just to cover expenses.

Don't worry. I'll be alright, Harry.

What about the one we've been saving? The big one?

Christine, Santa Barbara's a nice town.

I mean it's quiet and-and restful.

And-and the way you got it laid out, it'll be a cinch.

No, I-I just don't feel up to it.

Look, you don't have that much money salted away.

Let's hit the last one.

And you can buy yourself a long rest.

Okay, Harry, okay.

We'll hook the last victim.

If there's anything in it for me, call me anytime.

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Christine Minton is a known alias for Alice Hubbs, Lewis.

We matched latents found in the car

with her fingerprint record.

'She's got an arrest record for forgery.'

'She's a check artist.'

We guessed as much.

And probably the brains behind the crime as well.

Her prison record shows a heart condition

diagnosed as angina pectoris.

She controls it with medication.

Any results on the flyers, we sent out on the stolen jewels?

No.

Hold on a minute, Lewis.

Here's something from the lab that helps.

"A woman answering Hubbs' description

"passed a bad check in a Tucson antique shop

belonging to an Edward Dowd just over a week ago."

'The document section is matched with her known handwriting'

'in the National Fraudulent Check File.'

You better interview the victim, Lewis.

We'll get right down there.

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Her name is Christine Barton.

I had a feeling, you knew it.

'Edith, where do you find them?'

Uh, Sheila Will sent word to me

to look out for Christine.

Uh, she's here in Santa Barbara, house hunting.

'Old Philadelphia family.'

That's just what Santa Barbara needs

another old Philadelphia family.

Oh, Dan, I brought her just for you.

Edith, the years since Mary died

you've charmed me into giving three parties

and each time you brought someone just for me.

Then I suppose you're tired about playing matchmakers--

No, no, no, I appreciate

that you're doing it out of kindness.

I guess I'm just, uh..

Well, I guess I'm not ready for it yet.

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- Everything's alright? - Yes.

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No, thanks, Joe.

Hello.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh.. I didn't know there was somebody in here.

I'm sorry. The door was open.

I, I didn't mean to intrude.

What are you, uh.. What are you looking at?

It's a Totem signature.

"Kiowa Indian Chief."

Yes, that's right. How did you know that?

Don't tell me that you're

that you're interested in things like this.

You mean autographs, old papers, rare manuscripts?

Yes, somewhat.

Hmm.

You don't believe me.

Well, I didn't say that.

Not with words.

But you looked as if you suspected

some plot to invade your privacy.

Or perhaps I'd taken a crash course in history

so that I would appear more attractive to you.

Well, you're wrong on both counts.

Sorry, I intruded.

In ancient days it was proper for two combatants

to introduce themselves before they engage in battle.

So...my name is Dan Wheaton.

And you are Ms. Barton. Ms..

- Christine.. - Christine Barton.

Make yourself at home. Look around.

I have. You have a very fine collection.

Most impressive library.

Well, as you see I'm a, uh, I'm a history buff.

Some even say I, uh, live in the past.

I find it's a good place to live.

It's very predictable. Doesn't let you down.

That's true but on the other hand

it doesn't always pick you up either.

That's why I let myself be talked into giving these

uh...these parties.

And then you come in here to be by yourself?

It's a vicious circle.

Have you had anything to eat?

No.

They tell me the buffet is excellent.

'Would you like me to fix a plate for both of us?'

Oh.. I don't want you to go to any bother.

Bother is eating with people you don't always enjoy.

In this case ...it'll be a pleasure.

I'll be right back.

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[groaning]

Well, for a man who wasn't hungry a few minutes ago

you've certainly worked up a healthy appetite.

Or could it be, Dan, three times is a charm?

Edith, don't you ever leave well enough alone?

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Uh, Ms. Barton.

Ms. Barton..

I'm afraid I have to go.

But why? You haven't eaten yet.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

This has been a most pleasant evening.

- Was it something that I said? - No.

Well, at least let me drive you home.

I've called a cab.

Goodnight.

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[male #1] 'Yes, that's the woman.'

I just can't believe it.

I was only too happy to cash her check

and then when the check bounced

I thought there was some terrible mistake.

Her check just wouldn't bounce, not Mrs. Minton's.

What did she buy?

Uh, a mushroom paper weight. Like this.

And how much did it cost her?

A hundred and twenty five fifty.

'She didn't have any cash and she asked'

if I would accept a check.

She sent her chauffeur to the car for her check book.

'You should've seen the car they were driving.'

Banks were closed?

That was a Friday evening.

I stay open until nine on Fridays and Saturdays.

And the check was for a $1,000?

On an out of state bank.

Can you describe the chauffeur?

He's about 30 years old.

Six feet tall. Heavy set.

Mr. Dowd, you think you could describe the chauffeur

in detail for one of our artist?

Then there's no mistake? Check's completely worthless?

- I'm afraid so. - Oh, dear, this..

This makes it worse.

You've noticed these?

Facsimiles of historical documents and letters?

Well, Mrs. Minton noticed them.

Said she had one in original signed by Benjamin Franklin.

Well, you can imagine I got all excited.

- You mean she had it with her? - In her hotel room.

I-I asked to see it.

They brought it by the following morning, Saturday.

'I examined it very closely.'

'Everything about it looked authentic to me.'

So I bought it. I have it right here.

The description of the chauffeur

thirty...about six feet tall

fits the description of the Scottsdale thief.

Hmm.

I understand this is the very first cartoon published

in an American newspaper for a political purpose.

It was never known for certain who drew it.

It was suspected that Franklin did.

And what did you pay for this?

Oh, she wanted $5,000 for it. It's worth three times that.

So I bought it.

We'd like to examine this if you have no objection.

Gentlemen, the check may be bogus.

But it would take genius to forge a document like that.

[Christine] '"Anxiety disturbs my rest'

'and whatever--"'

W-w-whoa! Hold it.

Okay, go ahead.

"And whatever Robs an old man of his sleep."

That's capital 'M' capital 'S.'

"Soon demolishes him."

- End of letter. - What else?

"Yours most affectionately," capital 'A' and the signature.

B. Franklin.

And now the hooker for the P.S.

My respectful, two L's on that, COMPLTS

that's an abbreviation

C-O-M-P-L-T-S

to Lady North.

Oh, this is the part I like best, Harry

reversing history.

'Mystifying, inventing.'

I feel like a kid switching street signs.

Okay, you get to work on that one.

We'll do the next one later.

- What's the new mark like? - Dan Wheaton?

Oh...a little like I thought he'd be.

Little different than I thought he'd be.

What does that mean?

It means that he doesn't quite fit the mold.

He is, he is refined. Very bright.

I even think he's got a sense of humor.

And a lot of money.

I just hope he doesn't take as long as the cowboy

to part with it.

Oh, what's the hurry?

You said it yourself, Harry.

Santa Barbara is a pretty nice town.

Wait a minute, Christine. Don't start getting ideas.

You know you really are an artist, Harry.

I mean nobody'd know that that wasn't authentic.

First we tested the paper

it's probably the flyleaf from an old book.

About how old?

The paper doesn't have rag content.

So it's not as old as its published date, 1754.

In fact, it's more than a 100 years off.

Have you made a spectro-analysis of the ink yet?

Uh, yes, Mr. Ward. We just completed it.

Even though the ink is brownish and looks ancient

it lies on the surface of the paper and has no iron in it.

Ink in Franklin's time did.

How good a forger is he?

The document section says the signature itself is excellent.

But they pointed out the variations

of speed and print pressure on the text.

The forger appeared to be concentrating

on the formation of the letters

rather than writing the word itself.

Umm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Uh, yes, this is Arthur Ward.

Would you get me Inspector Erskine

in Tucson, please?

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Yes, Art.

[Arthur] 'Lewis, I just received a teletype'

'from the Los Angeles office.'

An informer there has developed some information

on the fence in the Scottsdale job.

He may come up with a name for us shortly.

We'll leave right away. Has he seen the jewels?

Yes, he has. And described them in detail.

But he never saw the fence before.

Has the library sent any conclusion

on the Franklin drawing?

Yes, they have, Lewis. It's a forgery.

[keys clicking]

Hello!

I, uh, hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all.

Just thought I'd drop by and see

how you're enjoying Santa Barbara.

Well, I'm afraid I haven't seen very much of it.

I'm afraid there isn't an awful lot to see.

Oh, I can't believe that.

Not after looking at one of your lovely sunsets.

Perhaps, you're right.

Maybe I haven't been looking lately.

- Beautiful place. - Thank you.

Edith didn't tell me that you were a writer.

Oh, I'm not really.

There was just this ...thing that I had to put down.

That's why I'm here, as a matter of fact, to work.

The summers in Philadelphia are unbearable.

What are you doing?

Oh, The American Revolution. Now that's my area.

I've got lots of books on the subject

if you'd like to borrow some.

I might take you up on that.

Oh, Benjamin Franklin.

Now there's one of my favorite people.

You know there's a famous story about..

I'm sorry.

It was presumptuous of me to drop in

like this without calling.

'Will you forgive me?'

Dan, there's something I should tell you

that I think might make it easier for both of us.

I lost my husband a year ago.

It happened very suddenly. There was no warning.

Some people say it was better that way

because he didn't suffer but I did.

We were very much in love. He was my whole life.

'And then he was taken from me.'

'I don't believe in living in the past.'

'I-I-I know life must go on.'

But right now, I, I just prefer

to sit back and watch it.

I understand how you feel.

Call it a coincidence or whatever

but...my own wife died last year.

So, uh...I understand the emptiness and loneliness

that you must be feeling.

'I walked around in a daze.'

'I...couldn't make'

any sense of anything.

Nothing meant anything.

My friends, my...my work.

Even my own life.

Well, when did you get over it?

Well, I, uh, I haven't yet.

Not entirely.

But I'll tell you this..

I met you in the library and we talked.

I...began to feel something

I thought I never would again.

- Well, that-that's very kind. - It's the truth.

Christine maybe we've, uh

both spent too much time

just sitting back and watching life.

Perhaps, we ought to ...both start living it again.

That sunset that we talked about.

The one that I haven't seen lately.

Perhaps we could, uh..

Well, have dinner tonight and watch it together.

I don't know if I'm quite ready for that yet, Dan.

I understand.

But...there's only one way to find out.

Please.



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LA-7 to 15.



What have we got, Bryant?

The informer says the fence

calls himself Albert Lang.

He's having the stones broken up and reset

in that shop over there.

Is he there now?

He just went in before you got here.

We have a search warrant.

Alright, let's go.

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- Nice job, Freddy. - Thanks.

How long is it gonna take you to finish?

Mm, I don't know about..

Hey, man, I was just getting ready to close.

- Albert Lang. - Yes.

We're the FBI.

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Alright. Against the wall.

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[shattering]

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These are just fantastic.

Running them off on a duplicator was a great touch.

I gotta hand it to you, Christy.

Drink up.

Dan's due here any minute and I don't want him to see you.

You all set to pull it off tonight?

Nope, not yet.

Come on, Christine.

It's too soon. Now be patient.

I just got the bait for the hook.

You got a lot of style, Harry, in your work.

Don't ruin it by rushing things.

Okay. Okay.

Well, hook him good.

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[knocking on door]

- Hello. - Come in.

You look beautiful.

I think you need a drink.

- Martini, alright? - Perfect.

Oh, I saw someone drive away as I came up.

Uh, a local stock broker.

I'm afraid I was rather rude hurrying him off like that.

Well, I'm sure that he'll recover.

Cheers.

I still think you look beautiful.

[chuckles]

And I think you need glasses, Mr. Wheaton.

I have glasses. Let me look.

You look beautiful.

I'll go get my things.

Did you make a reservation somewhere?

Uh-huh.

- Uh, t-this letter.. - Interesting, isn't it?

I-I didn't know that Franklin wrote to, uh, Lord North.

It seems he did.

This is a copy of the original?

Mm-hm.

Well, I thought I knew my Benjamin Franklin.

I guess I, uh, I don't.

I better brush up on my research.

Right now?

Or would you rather go look at the sunset?

Huh?

Oh, oh, uh, old Ben can wait.

Let's go.

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'These jewels you're talking about'

were sold to me by a customer.

If you gentlemen will give me a chance

I'll go through my records and show you the receipt.

So far as this woman is concerned

I've never seen her before in my life.

She was in your store two days ago.

Alright.

She was in.

I gave 'em $30,000 for the stones.

Who was with her?

Oh, she has a new partner now.

Does this look like him?

Remarkably.

- What's his name? - Harry Cando.

'He calls himself an artist.'

Where are they now?

I'm not sure but, uh

I think they may be onto something big.

What makes you say that?

When they were in the office the other day

Christine said something about..

...hooking the big one.

[knocking on door]

Hey, Harry.

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Surprise, huh?

What's the matter?

Aren't you gonna kiss your wife?

Lori, I didn't think I was ever gonna see you again.

After sending me this?

Business must be pretty good, huh?

- That's how you found me. - Sure.

The return address on the package.

With a gift like this I gotta return.

I was hoping you'd like it.

I didn't mean it, kicking you out like that.

Don't con me, Lori.

No, honest.

I felt bad ever since.

It's not just because I got some bread now.

Don't be silly.

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How much money you got, Harry?

And that's just walking around money.

Oh, you..

Christine and me, we got this

great little caper going on.

You know what I think our trouble was, Harry?

What?

We were always fighting about money.

I read someplace

that's the number one reason young couples split up.

Money.

Could be.

So, now that we've got it

we don't have to fight anymore.

We don't have it yet.

Well, I mean when the job's over.

And then, you could drop Christine

and you and me could team up.

That's what I've been hoping for all along, Harry.

Really?

You don't need Christine, Harry.

You got me.

You're not completely exhausted?

Of course, I am.

- It's your fault. - Mine?

I didn't sleep. I was up all night.

Going over the books.

And you know

there wasn't any reference, none whatsoever

that Benjamin Franklin ever wrote a letter

to Lord North.

He couldn't?

May I see those letters again, please?

I'll go get 'em.

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Thank you.

According to this

Franklin started negotiations

to end the w*r.

Sixth September, 1776.

That was right after General Howe forced

General Washington to withdraw from Long Island.

As a matter of fact, you'll find

a field note in there to General Washington

that discusses much the same thing.

And you're basing your book on this?

- 'Uh-huh.' - From these copies?

Well, I'm just working from the copies.

You mean you have the original?

After my husband died

I had to parcel off some land in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

Now, an old stable was torn down

in it was a marvelous old colonial bureau

belonging to my grandmother.

It tipped over and the secret compartment popped out.

And there was this little tin box

'with all the papers in it.'

- Over a dozen? - Fourteen, to be exact.

And all Ben Franklin's.

Letters, look, even some drawings.

But the most astonishing and most fantastic

is this letter to Lord North

So fantastic I was sure they were frauds.

So I took them to a forgery expert

in Philadelphia who was sworn to secrecy.

He said they were absolutely authentic.

So, now, they're all locked up safely in a vault

waiting till my book comes out.

Then I'll turn them loose.

Obviously, Franklin didn't send those letters

to North and Washington.

Perhaps Mr. Franklin lacked the proper postage.

Yeah.

Oh, you're very funny.

[Christine laughing]

[gasping]

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[coughing]

- Christine. - My purse..

- The pills.. - What? What is it?

What..

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Christine!

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Thank you very much.

Good to see you again, inspector.

Bill.

According to the manager Cando lives here

but no one's seen him in over three months.

'We also just learned that his estranged wife'

'left two days ago.'

'Her roommate isn't in and thus far'

'we haven't been able to locate her where she works.'

That's her roommate.

Clair Stanley.

[knocking on door]

Ms. Stanley.

My name is Erskine, FBI. This is Mr. Colby.

FBI? Neato!

We'd like to talk to you.

Sure, come on in.

Just got back from the health food store.

You know, everything stone ground.

Do you, uh, know where we can find Mrs. Cando?

No, she got this gift from Harry

'and just took off on a trip somewhere.'

- Did she drive? - Yes.

She had it all figured out how long it'd take her.

- How long? - I don't know.

But she was figuring mileage and stuff on a tissue box.

It's probably still around someplace.

- Would that help? - Yes, it would.

Well, maybe I can find it.

You see, she said..

She said it was all freeways.

That bothered her some.

Oh, here it is.

"S.D. to LA to S.B."

And some figures.

Los Angeles is about 110 miles from Santa Barbara, isn't it?

Yeah, that looks right.

Hello.

Here.

Dan, you're spoiling me.

Why, that's the fun of caring for someone.

[telephone ringing]

No, it's alright, don't go.

I'll just walk down to the beach, be back in a minute.

- Hello. - I've been trying to reach you.

'What's happening?'

I, uh, I had a little spell.

'A-are you alright now?'

Yeah, but..

But? But what?

Harry

I can't go through with this.

Oh, I knew it. I knew it.

You're hung up on this guy.

Look, I-I've been thinking.

Now you can keep the forgeries--

They're no good to me without him.

You got it all set up.

And, and I'll give you some extra cash.

'Five thousand dollars. Now, that's not so bad, is it?'

Oh, terrific.

Compared to what we're after that's peanuts.

Harry, please.

You gotta let me out of it.

I know I've pulled some rotten deals in my life

and I'm not proud of 'em. but this one is different.

You tell her if she doesn't go through with it

you'll turn her in.

Uh, look, Christine

uh, uh, you back out on me now

and I'm gonna blow the whistle on you.

Don't threaten me, Harry.

You're in this just as deep as I am.

It could backfire on you.

Okay.

Uh, how about if I tell your guy myself, huh?

How about if I tell him all about you, Christine?

Or Alice, or whatever your name is.

- 'What then?' - Harry, I'm not coning you now.

Dan is the best thing that ever happened to me.

For how long, Christine, hmm?

How long you think you and this society guy of yours

will last, a month?

'A year, maybe?'

'Until he find out all about you and kicks you out.'

Then what are you gonna do, start all over again?

Trying to hook another big one, you think it's that easy?

No, Harry, it's.. It's not that easy.

Alright then, I'll be waiting for your call.

Hey.

You alright, huh?

Yes.

That was my lawyer on the phone.

He's just flown out from the east.

As a matter of fact, he's driving up now

from Los Angeles, I've gotta sell everything.

What do you mean?

That land we sold in Pennsylvania

wasn't enough.

Prominent families accumulate prominent debts.

There was no money left.

Well, does that mean that you're, uh..

...going to leave Santa Barbara?

[chuckles] Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Well, what about us?

And what about your book? You haven't finished it yet.

Yeah, that won't be possible now.

I'll have to sell the Franklin papers.

That's why my lawyer is coming up here.

In fact, he's bringing the originals with him.

Wow.

This is terrible.

There must be something that we..

I've got it.

I'll buy them.

Oh, no, Dan.

No, we, we have a buyer in San Francisco.

I'm-I'm supposed to sign the release for the papers today.

Cancel it. You haven't signed anything yet.

- 'Have you?' - No, but--

Well, then just tell the buyer from San Francisco

that you have a better offer

from someone here in Santa Barbara.

Listen.

I won't tell a soul.

I'll put the originals in my safety deposit box

right here in town, and you can go on working

with the copies like you have been.

Oh, I don't know, Dan--

Listen, won't you see that all we're doing is

just transferring papers from one safety deposit box

to the other.

From Philadelphia to Santa Barbara.

If you're...worried about the money

consider it a loan.

Or better still..

...think of the papers as.. being in the family.

Our family.

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Inspector, our canvas of the hotels paid off.

Cando is registered here.

- When'd he check-out? - Less than an hour ago.

His wife is with him, they left together.

- He make any calls? - Yes.

The manager's checking on it now.

I think I have what you wanted.

Mr. Cando made one call to a local takeout restaurant

and the rest all to this number.

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Don't look so sad.

I feel like I'm getting a bargain.

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Ms. Barton, it's good to see you again.

Harry.

Harry, this is Dan Wheaton.

Dan, this is my lawyer, Harry Simpson.

- How are you? - How do you do?

Guess what, Harry?

Dan's decided to buy the Franklin papers.

Oh? What about San Francisco?

I guess I beat him to it.

Well, that just saves me a trip up there then.

You want to inspect the papers.

Hm..

Beautiful.

- Glad to have met you. - My pleasure, sir.

I better get these to the safe.

I'll come by at 6:00.

And if you feel up to it, we'll have a quiet supper

right here.

Lovely.

Bye.

I don't believe it.

How do we cash these?

There's nothing better than those, Harry.

Bearer bonds.

Good to the bearer at any bank.

Well, I guess I might as well pack.

No hurry, Christine.

Lori.

When did you get here?

Oh, I got here a couple of days ago.

Those bonds are ours now, Christine.

Now, just a minute.

You can stay here and marry your boyfriend.

- Isn't that what you want? - That's all over now.

I can't stay here any longer.

That's too bad.

Well, you do what you want.

Me and Harry are going out on our own

with all the bonds.

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Christine.. Christine!

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[gasping]

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Harry!

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FBI, Cando.

[g*nshots]

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Christine.

That's my last mark, Dan Wheaton.

I don't wanna see him.

Christine, what happened?

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm fine, Dan.

I, uh, I saw the ambulance--

Dan, you're gonna hear a lot of things

that you're not gonna like

and they're all true.

What do you mean?

Those...those Franklin papers.

They're forged.

It's what I do, Dan.

I'm a fake, a fraud.

- I don't believe it. - It's true.

And just be thankful that you found out

before it's too late.

Dan, don't you understand? I conned you.

About everything, Christine?

No.

No, not about everything.

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[male narrator] Alice Hubbs along with Harry and Lori Cando

was tried and convicted in Federal Court

of interstate transportation of stolen property

and conspiracy.

Cando and Fred Gould were also found guilty

of assaulting federal officers.

Gould and Albert Lang were convicted

of receiving stolen property.

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