The FBI Story Page #8

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George doesn't need a man

in the house.

He is one.

Thank you.

I can't believe he's gone.

You know,

I never once told Sam I liked him.

Didn't even have a chance

to say goodbye.

He kept talking about lilacs...

...and then he died.

Just as if that was all

there was to say.

After Sam's death...

...the FBI intensified its war

on the underworld.

The director sent

Special Agent Sam Cowley to Chicago.

Instructions were

to search out any and all gangsters.

To capture them dead or alive.

One of the gangsters was John Dillinger.

He had a girlfriend named Anna Sage.

Immigration officials

were taking steps...

...to have her deported

as an undesirable alien.

The charge:
Moral turpitude.

Well, can't you just tell these people

plain flat not to send me back?

We can't do that, Miss Sage.

- We will say you were cooperative.

- That wouldn't be no lie.

- I've been cooperative all my life.

- We understand.

That's how I come to get in this fix,

being cooperative all the time.

About tonight,

you're sure he's going to the movies?

With me and this girlfriend of mine.

Only, she's more like an associate.

And you don't know which movie?

I'll call and tell you which one.

- Now, I won't do this unless...

- You'll get the money.

And you promise me you'll talk to these

people about not sending me away?

Because I wouldn't turn him in

except for having a good reason.

He's more than just a regular

business friend, you know.

We know.

Now, you'll be at the theater with him...

...and so our men will recognize you...

...do you have a red dress?

- Well, sure.

- Wear it.

- Okay.

- That's all, Miss Sage.

Thank you, sir.

Hello?

- Lucy.

- Oh, Chip.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- You're sure?

- Sure.

- See you later, sweetheart.

- Yes.

I guess Lucy had reason to worry.

Because Sam Crandall

wasn't the only agent who was killed.

Special Agent Herman Hollis

and Inspector Sam Cowley...

...died almost immediately.

But not before they killed

Baby Face Nelson.

The war went on.

On October 22nd,

we found Pretty Boy Floyd.

Get in there!

- You drive, mister.

- Yes, sir.

Hurry up.

Hey, what are you doing up this hour?

I couldn't sleep.

Oh, honey, look what I got for Jennie.

We were on stakeout,

and there was this little store.

Here, now...

See? Now, it's got this propeller.

And when the wind hits it,

it plays a tune.

Then you put it on like that.

Recognize that?

That's "Yankee Doodle."

Of course, it's not like you'd

play it on the piano.

It's very nice.

- Do you want some coffee?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I could use some coffee.

What's this?

What's all this stuff here?

It's packing. I'm going to visit the folks.

I suppose that means

the kids are going too.

Well, since I don't wear BVDs,

I guess it does.

Well, I think it's nice

that you gave me a warning.

You're welcome.

So in case somebody asks me

where you are...

...I won't have to tell them

I've misplaced all of you.

Well, how long

are you gonna be gone?

That's up to you.

It's up to me.

Well, I don't get it. I don't understand.

That's just the trouble, Chip.

I don't think you ever will.

I can't go on like this any longer.

Day after day, night after night.

Look at that calendar.

I've marked all the different times.

In three months,

I don't know how many times...

...on stakeouts and gunfights.

I can't answer the phone

or listen to the radio.

I can't even look up

tomorrow's weather report.

- I'm afraid I'll read you're dead.

- Oh, now, honey, it's not that bad.

It is for me.

Well, Lucy, l...

This is my job.

There are other jobs.

You want me to leave the bureau?

I thought that was settled

a long time ago.

That was before all the shooting.

It's different now.

Well, what good will it do for you

to run away like this?

I don't know.

Maybe you won't miss me.

But I'm counting on you

to miss the children.

You're counting on me to quit, huh?

- I can't quit, and I'll tell you why.

- Please don't explain. I already know.

- In two words:
Sam Crandall.

- No, no, no.

There's where you're wrong.

That's where you're wrong.

The two words are Chip Hardesty.

All they did to Sam

was kill him on the outside.

Well, if I quit now,

I'll be deader than Sam.

I'll be dead inside.

That doesn't give me much choice,

does it?

I get to choose

which way I want you dead.

Lucy, honey,

you can't do a thing like this.

No, you... You can't just walk off

and say goodbye.

I'm not going to say goodbye, Chip.

I love you too much.

I'm just going to order a cab...

...and when it comes,

I'm going to leave in it.

Do you need any more eggs?

Oh, no. We'll just hide enough

so they get the spirit of the thing.

Too bad Chip couldn't be here.

Please, Mother.

Well, I just mentioned it.

After all, it is Easter.

You just mention it every day...

...whether it happens

to be Easter or not.

That's not the point.

I think Chip needs you.

And you need Chip.

You know, I never realized

what Dad had to put up with.

You're a nag. A real nag.

All right, children,

you can come out now.

They're all hidden. Go ahead.

- I got one.

- Hey, I got one too.

- I found another one.

- Me too.

Oh, gee, this is a pretty one.

Did you hear?

FBI nabbed another one of them

big criminals.

Fact is,

they mentioned it in Congress.

Whole rigmarole.

Speaker of the House himself.

That's very interesting.

Funny thing, only the other day

I was reading a piece about the FBI...

...and how much good they're doing.

Right here in the Kansas City Star.

You just happened to be reading

an article in the Kansas City Star.

Now, honestly, Dad, don't you think

this is getting to be a little silly?

Digging through the library

for articles about the FBI.

It's disgusting.

Haven't you heard about your dad?

He's a nag.

Oh, that's very clever, Mother.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

- Four, five, six, seven.

- Seven, eight, nine.

- Seven, eight, nine.

I don't have any eggs.

I don't have any.

You don't do it right, Mom.

Dad always used to hide a few

out in plain sight...

...so Jennie could find them.

Oh, Lord.

What kind of a person am I?

I can't even hide Easter eggs

without Chip.

Daddy! Daddy!

- Hey! Hey, how are you?

- Hello, Daddy. Daddy...

- Welcome home, Daddy.

- Gee, I'm glad to see you. How are you, son?

Children, would you run

and get the suitcases?

- Sure, Mother.

- All right.

The kids look fine, Lucy.

So do you.

I'm so excited,

I have no idea how you look.

Well, you must be

a pretty good housekeeper.

The place looks very neat.

And flowers.

Oh, I managed all right, I guess.

You didn't write too often.

Well, I've been pretty busy.

- What's the matter?

- Not even a dirty dish.

I suppose

I'm a little disappointed, Chip.

I judged by myself.

I expected you to miss me

just a little bit more than you did.

Oh, well, you know,

the dishes. I just...

That's all right.

I'm happy to be home.

I'll help the kids with the bags.

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