The FBI Story Page #4

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- I guess the mother shrimp lays big eggs.

- I don't wanna hear the history of a shrimp.

You don't?

Give it to me.

Oh, yeah.

Why, Chip? I thought we'd agreed.

I know, I know. I just think it might

help me out if I stayed a while.

- How long?

- A couple of years.

I could really learn a lot

in this new setup, Lucy.

Criminology, new techniques.

Make a lot better lawyer.

You don't have to be Clarence Darrow

the first week.

Besides, we have to settle down...

...and start leading our life

the way we intend to lead it.

Honey, they're gonna start

a whole training program.

They'll have an academy

for local police officers.

They're gonna build up the laboratory,

the identification system.

This fella really means it.

Now, you'll see. You just...

Oh, here are the shrimp. There we are.

Now, just wait till you taste these.

Oh, boy, we got some big ones there.

That's it, that's it.

Very good, very good.

There we are.

Now...

Now, I'll show you how it works.

I'll have some ice cream.

- Yeah, well, bring some ice cream. Later.

- Now.

You don't want ice cream

and shrimp together.

They don't go very good together.

I'm going to have some ice cream,

and I'm going to eat it with my shrimp.

That's another reason why I think

we should settle down.

I wanted shrimp and ice cream

this morning.

And yesterday. And the day before.

Hasn't anyone told you

what it means...

...when a woman has a craving

for strange foods?

You mean you're gonna have a baby?

You...

You...

Well, don't just stand there,

get some ice cream.

Two scoops.

This isn't a trick or something?

Are you really gonna have a baby?

Well, I presume it'll be a baby.

Lucy, I'm sorry.

I ought to be shot or something.

Give me that resignation.

I'll turn it in first thing tomorrow.

No, no.

No, I think I'll save it for a year or so.

That won't be necessary.

I'm willing to quit.

I know, I know.

I told that minister

I'd give you everything you need in life.

Maybe you need this.

I might even throw in a son

for good measure.

Lucy, I just want you to know

that I've never been as happy...

...as I am right at this moment.

Oh, that's just because

you like big shrimp.

I guess I do, at that. Here, have one.

I wonder where

that fella is with the ice cream.

That was our last afternoon

in Washington.

The next day, Sam and I were sent

down South with five other agents.

We were given simple instructions:

To check on a group of terrorists

known as the Ku Klux Klan.

They had one minor complaint:

They didn't like the Bill of Rights.

They said so in speeches.

They said so

in a lot of different ways.

They ransacked homes...

...and defiled ancient devotions.

It was a secret organization...

...that was so powerful

it didn't have to be secret.

But, month after month,

we weren't much help.

We couldn't find witnesses.

And when we did,

they were afraid to testify.

So far, we didn't have anything

that would stand up in court.

- How's Lucy?

- I don't know. They got her in there.

They won't tell you anything.

- Isn't that awful, out in the street there?

- Yeah.

- What's this?

- Walter Craig's in trouble. Come on.

Well, what about Lucy?

I'm afraid she'll have to make this trip

without you, Chip.

Well, I...

Hey, tell them

I'll be right back, will you?

Walter Craig was the editor

of a local newspaper.

He couldn't be bribed...

...he couldn't be muzzled...

...but he could be murdered.

Get out of here!

Get out of here, you hoodlums.

Get out of here.

Get out of here, I said!

All right, fellas, in the truck.

- Where's the truck?

- Where is it?

It's supposed to be here.

Craig, we're taking you out to the lake,

and you're going fishing.

- In fact, you're gonna be the fish.

- You've heard of bottom fishing.

We're gonna tie you up,

weight you down...

...and put you on the bottom.

Here's the truck.

Hold it, hold it.

Hey, one of you drivers come back here

and close these tailgates.

All right, I don't think you guys

are gonna like this trip.

FBI. Come on, let's roll them.

Our next assignment

took us out to the Coast.

Two children later, we returned.

It wasn't easy to plan things.

One birthday,

I got roller skates for Mike...

...and two weeks later,

we were transferred to a farm district.

I finally bought him

an old sway-backed horse.

And Lucy said she guessed Mr. Hoover

must have heard about that...

...because a month afterwards,

we were sent to Cleveland.

We were there a while.

During that time,

I was sent on special assignment...

...to Ute City,

Wade County, Oklahoma.

Money was at the bottom of things.

Money and Indians.

For years, they owned small pieces

of worthless land.

With a little rain and patience,

a good farmer could grow mud...

...that's about all.

But oil was discovered,

and the Indians were suddenly rich.

And they had so much money,

they didn't know how to spend it.

But a few salesmen showed them how.

For instance, Harry Willowtree.

He had three convertibles

until it rained on him one day.

I saw a lot of examples.

Like Dan Savagehorse.

He built himself a nice house...

...but the side yard

didn't look too good.

He met a plumbing salesman...

...and Dan happened to like bathtubs.

Dan's father was different.

He stayed on in the same house.

But he'd always wanted a telephone.

So he got one.

Not many calls ever came in...

...but if one ever did,

he sure was ready for it.

That was the silly side of things.

The other side was a little more serious.

Instead of selling things

to the Indians...

...somebody was killing them.

And that somebody made a mistake.

He killed an Indian on government land.

The FBI moved into the case.

The sequence was always the same:

An Indian was killed.

Right afterwards...

...someone showed up

with a mortgage to claim his estate.

Each time it was a different person.

Each time it looked legal.

In fact, it looked too legal.

But it wasn't easy to prove.

I'd been there for months

posing as a cattle dealer.

So far, I hadn't turned up anything.

- Hi, honey.

- Hi.

Oh, you look tired.

Well, I'm not as tired as an Indian

by the name of Johnny Mountain.

Somebody shot him tonight.

- No evidence?

- Nope, nothing.

Oh, are these those little pickles?

What about...?

Should you be sitting down?

- Did you see the doctor today?

- I'll be fine.

Mike, will you get that gun

and get out of here.

Now, go on, beat it.

Go on, now, beat it!

Honey, I'm sorry.

But would you please speak to the kid?

- I will, Chip.

- He's got to get over the idea...

...that every time I come home,

I've got to out-draw him.

I said, I'd talk to him.

Well, I guess I had to

blame it on somebody.

Oh, here, I'll do that.

Now, you shouldn't bend over like that.

- Watch the glass.

- I'm all right. I will.

Watch it.

You know, it isn't just these poor

people getting killed every few days.

How do they feel about me

back at the bureau?

- They understand.

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