All language subtitles for Mannix S02E08 Who Will Dig the Graves.eng

Mr. Mannix?

Mr. Phillips is ready
to see you now.

Walk halfway down the street;
a vehicle is waiting.

It will take you
to Mr. Phillips.

Come on, what's all the mystery?

Orders.

Mannix?

That's right.

Get in.

Take off your
coat and shirt.

A little information,
just something.

What's wrong with him?

Is he here now or is he coming?
At least you can tell us that.

Hey, who's that?
Let's find out.

Think it's him?
It could be.

Who is he?
Come on, Doc, give
us a break,

Is it David Blair Phillips?

I don't name 'em.
I just wheel 'em.

Mr. Mannix, forgive me
for getting you here

at this ungodly hour--
I'm Dr. Gregory.

Curiosity got me
here, Doctor.

I wanted to see if there really
was a David Blair Phillips.

Mannix, eh?

I'm what's left
of David Blair Phillips.

Now, David, we mustn't
give up hope.

We hope, but I'm
the one who's dying.

I hear you find needles
in haystacks.

Well, with a little luck
and the right harvest season.

Run the film, Mark.

♪ And tell her to make me
a cambric shirt ♪

♪ Savory, sage,
rosemary and thyme ♪

♪ Without any seam
or needlework ♪

♪ And then she shall be
a true love of mine ♪

♪ And tell her to wash it
in yonder well ♪

♪ Savory, sage... ♪

Recognize her, Mannix?

Susan Ward.

Before she became
Mrs. David Blair Phillips.

I want you to find her for me.

Susan Ward died January.

Her clothes were found
on a Monterey beach

with a suicide note pinned
to them.

I can't pass miracles,
Mr. Phillips.

Show us the news
photographs, Mark.

News photographs taken at
the Aloma Music Festival.

Three days after she
committed suicide.

Unless the cameras lied,

Susan was alive on January 21.

♪ ♪

Susan became famous singing
at that festival.

Why did she run away?

That's my private affair.

I hunt people who are
lost, Mr. Phillips.

But not a woman that
doesn't want to be found.

I was cruel, without reason.

Jealous without cause.

I kept her on
a short leash.

When I wanted
her, I pulled.

The bitter irony is: I did it
because I loved her.

Because I was afraid
I would lose her.

So, of course,
I lost her.

I'm dying, Mannix.

I want her back,
to make amends if I can.

Mark.

This is all the information
we have on Susan.

And $20,000.

And if she doesn't
want to return?

Then I've lost $20,000.

Good night, Mannix.

Bledsoe.

Yes, sir?

When he finds her...

kill them both.

Slow and easy now.
Don't crowd him.

♪ In a city built on laughter ♪

♪ I have found you crying ♪

♪ Caught you in tears ♪

♪ Trust in me
and from hereafter ♪

♪ You'll be safe from sorrow
shadows and fears ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ I will care for you ♪

♪ Share a grace with you ♪

♪ I'll make a place for you ♪

♪ For you and me ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ And if it pleases you ♪

♪ I'd be honored
to serve you ♪

♪ Take a stand for you ♪

♪ Always there with
a loving hand for you ♪

♪ There if you go ♪

♪ Yes, and I'll serve
you well ♪

♪ Serve thee well. ♪

Good group.

Yeah.

♪ In the world of
hidden treasures... ♪
Dean Hill?

If you're looking for
grass, try the park.

♪ I have found the rainbow... ♪
I'm here about
a discovery of yours.

♪ Taking comfort
in your pleasure... ♪
Susan Ward.

♪ Love will come in silence,
faithful and true... ♪

Keep at it, guys,
I'll get back to you.

♪ I will care for you ♪

Go get some coffee, man.

♪ Share a grace with you ♪

♪ I'll make a place for you ♪
I'm here representing
David Blair Phillips.

Her husband.

♪ For you and me ♪
Her owner.

Some people need people,

or love people...
or at least want people.

Phillips owns people.

But he doesn't own
Susie anymore.

♪ It's a pity
you're a stranger ♪

Little Susie's drownded
in the deep blue sea.

♪ I would like to know you,
show you my love ♪
Not exactly.

♪ Keep you warm and safe
from danger ♪
She's still alive.

Huh?

♪ Share the secrets
I have found to-- ♪

Are you putting me on?

You know, I'm not
surprised, though.

There's no profit in suicide.

And Susie counted the day lost
that didn't show a profit.

The first time I met her
was up in Berkeley.

She was playing
a ten-dollar guitar

and crying out
against conformity.

She'd borrowed the guitar
and stole the song.

She didn't believe a sobbin'
word of the song anyway.

But the electricity
was all hers.

She was a turned-on
chick, man.

I taught her...

coached her...

I recorded her.

I watched her hit...

and lo, I was content.

Then I turned
around to spit

and Phillips had her wrapped in
mink, under glass on display.

Half a billion dollars
buys a lot.

Was it only for money?

I don't know.

You could've asked her.

I couldn't get near her.

Phillips had a watchdog--

sharp teeth
in a three-button suit.

Henry Talbot.

Mr. Henry Talbot.

His job was to protect
the new Mrs. Phillips

from her disreputable
old friends.

Well, then,
how did she get away?

Susie had her ways.

And with him, too.

He was tough and ambitious,
but he was human.

You say you found her
in Berkeley-- doing what?

I didn't ask her.

She came with me
on her own terms,

and she went away
the same way.

If you find the lady,

will you tell her
that Dean Hill says...

sends his regards?

I'll tell her.

This is Los Angeles.

Hello. Los Angeles KG 6114.

I want...

I'm sorry, sir--

there's some static;
I can't hear you.

Okay, Operator.

I'll call when
there's less interference.

He stopped.

Hello.

Phillips?

Uh... No, Mr. Mannix.

This is Dr. Gregory.

Mr. Phillips is under sedation.

Well, maybe you
can help me, Doctor.

What's happened
to Henry Talbot?

Henry Talbot...

Mr. Phillips' secretary?

Oh, uh... he had
a misunderstanding
with the chief.

Last summer, I believe.

He went to Rome.

That's a pretty
expensive vacation.

Well, as you know,
Mr. Mannix,

Mr. Phillips
is a very generous man.

Well, when he does wake up,

ask him if he has any idea

who else might be interested
in locating Susan Ward.

Why do you ask?

I think I'm being tailed.

Be very cautious,
Mr. Mannix.

And let us know immediately
if you find out who it is.

Oh, you'll hear
all about it, Doctor.

He spotted Bledsoe
very quickly.

I told you we had the right man.

Professor Brendon?

That's right.

Would you hand me
those books, please?

You're the man
who called

about the article
on anthropology?

I'm the man.

A popular article
on anthropology.

What publication?

The Southwest Explorer.

It's a travel magazine.

Then, my friend,
you're going

to write junk
for the ignorant.

It's all right with me.

Uh... Indian burial customs.

Savage sex rites
of the bloodthirsty Amerind?

Well, not exactly.

Susan Ward.

Let me remind you
of one burial custom--

Leave the dead alone.

You're sensitive
on the subject.

Susan studied with me
for three years.

She was an
exceptional person.

I'm not interested
in exploiting her
for a cheap article.

I think that's all.

"Natani--
maid who becomes a deer,

"walks on the summits of blue
mountains far around.

Far spread
the land below."

Where did you find that?

In Susan Ward's thesis

for her master's degree
in anthropology.

My apologies.

At least you looked
past the headlines.

I've heard her described
as shrewd, money-hungry--

an operator.

Very possibly true.

But certainly not
the whole truth.

Susan was
a complex woman

looking for
simple solutions
to her own life.

Where did she
do her studying?

On the reservations.

Two summer field trips.

She just blended in.

Learned the language,
the customs,

and the songs
and prayers.

She always kept that part
of her life separate.

Just between Susan Ward and you?

And Roanhorse.

Harvey Roanhorse--
a medical student.

Bright-- I'll
give him that.

He and Susan
were both very intense.

About each other?

Perhaps. I wouldn't know.

At any rate, he left.

For what reason?

To finish
his residency.

Dr. Harvey Roanhorse, MD.

And started a clinic.

Where?

On the Table Rock reservation.

Well, uh... thank you.

Peggy?

I've been waiting
for you to call.

Figured you might have
had trouble getting through.

Trouble?

Something's wrong
with the phone lines.

At least that's what the man
said from the phone company.

He's been here
all morning, checking them.

Well, they seem
to be all right now.

Oh, the man seemed
very efficient.

Listen, Peggy,
check the passport office

for information on a tourist
named Henry Talbot.

Will do.

Where can I find you
if I need you?

I'll call you when I arrive.

Where?

I'll give you a hint.

I'll be traveling to the tune

of "Three Coins
in the Fountain."

Arrivederci.

He's on his way to Rome
chasing Henry Talbot.

You're a fool.

That dialogue was solely
for my benefit.

Wherever Mannix is going,
it's certainly not Rome.

Now, you get Travis,
and you have him

watch every flight
out of San Francisco.

We have an appointment
with Mr. Mannix,

and we're going to keep it.

Are you going
to be staying long
in New Mexico, sir?

Well, that depends on how
friendly the natives are.

We're famous for
our frontier hospitality.

Sign here, please.

If there's anyplace you're
particularly interested in,

I might be of help.

I could point out the
best and shortest way

to get wherever
you're going.

Where are you going?

Thataway.

He wouldn't
say where.

We'll find him.

Fill it up.

And I think it needs
a little water.

It's running hot.

How.

Long and cool,

with enough gin
to cut the dust.

You hit Custer,
the drink's on the house.

Ah...

75 cents.

And a quarter change
for music to mourn him by.

You dig Dean Hill?

So-so. Fair singer.
Good teacher.

Say, you ever hear one
of his pupils-- Susan Ward?

Nah, never.

That's strange.

She recorded her own
arrangements of Indian music.

Navajo chants.

Hmm. Do tell.

Me, I like music that
does something, like make rain.

Take another shot
at old Yellow Hair.

I thought you Navajos
were peace-loving.

That was three,
four massacres ago.

Oh, by the way, where
can I find the hospital?

Oh, up the road,
just on the reservation.

You'll see a sheep barn
with some busted windows.

Thanks.

♪ Mary wore three links
of chain ♪

♪ Every link
was pre-ordained... ♪

I'll be back to collect.

♪ Pharoah's army
got drown... ♪

Table Rock Hospital.

Doc, there's a man
come a few minutes ago,

asking about Susan Ward.

Thank you, Widefoot.

Dr. Roanhorse?

Yes.

My name is Mannix.

How do you do?

Can I help you?

Although it's
outpatient day,

and I'm a little
pressed for time.

Well, I'll
keep it simple.

I'd like some help
in finding Susan Ward.

Susan Ward is dead.

Not anymore, Doc.

I'm afraid that story's
gone up like smoke.

I'm a private investigator.

All I want to do
is talk to the lady.

Look, Mr. Mannix,
the facts are simple:

Susan Ward is dead,
I'm a busy man

and you're intruding,
so good-bye.

Table Rock, Table Rock,

Hosteen Hardy calling
Dr. Roanhorse.

This is Dr. Roanhorse.
What's up?

My wife's in labor, Doc.
Can you send someone?

We're five miles east
of Crystal.

I can't get there myself,

but I'll send somebody up,
pronto.

As I said, this is my busy day.

Natani-- pretty name.

Uh, she's my field nurse.

Must be about 101.

As spry as ever, though.

101 years old--
how about that?

Uh, then you can't help me
with Susan Ward?

Who can summon the dead,
Mr. Mannix?

Yeah.

Who?

Susan Ward?

It's all over!
You can relax.

I just want
to talk to you, Miss Ward.

My name is Mannix.

Your husband hired me.

Of course.

You must be good.

David Blair Phillips hires
only the best.

I'm flattered

and I'm curious.

You hunted me.

You found me.

Now what?

I ask you to go home.

And if I say no?

I was only hired to find you,
nothing more.

Mannix, does anything go
with that?

Joe.

Joseph.

The turncoat of many colors.

Come to lead me
out of Egypt

back to the
promised land.

Or is it back to bondage?

You may have a reason
to run and hide,

but your husband wants
to see you.

Why?

He's dying.

He wants you
by his side.

That's a lie.

Or didn't he mention
I tried to kill him.

Well, uh, either it slipped
his mind

or he didn't think it was
important.

That's why I ran.

Have you seen the room?

The killing room?

No.

I've never been
to his house.

"Eagle's Nest,"
he calls it.

With one room
hung with weapons;

one of the world's great
collections devoted to death.

I... needled him.

He hit me, and then
he hit me again.

He began to enjoy it.

You weren't his property.

You mean I should have
consulted my attorney?

At midnight,
trying to dodge a...

I grabbed a war club off
the wall and I hit him.

He went down.

I went out, off, and away.

That's it.

But you let Susan Ward
stay dead

when you found out David
Blair Phillips was alive.

Susan Ward?

Susan... was a shady lady.

Hiding in shadows.

So I stripped myself
down to the basics.

And I keep looking
in the mirror

until I like
what I see.

Do you like what you see?

Not always.

I've learned
to live with it.

But I'll take your message
back to your husband.

Just like that?

Just.

Good-bye.

Mannix.

Could you not tell him,

say you couldn't
find me?

He'd only send someone else.

Please, Mannix.

Is it the money?

Yeah, it's the money.

And a fact: I know who I am.

A guy who keeps
a bargain.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Murder?

No, robbery.

Your carburetor.

While you're waiting
for the tow truck,

I'll be long gone-- from you
and David Blair Phillips.

Mobile One.

Mobile One.

Susan,

there was a man named Mannix
here, looking for you.

And Widefoot spotted two others
at the reservation border.

Mannix found me.

I'm at Turquoise Junction
near Crystal.

Can you send someone?

Yes, I'll do what I can, I...

Susan, get off the air!

There's another man here
with a gun!

Stay off! Don't answer!

Harvey... Harvey?

Harvey!

Harv...!

We have to get to the clinic!

And do what?
No, please!

Those were gunshots.

Please!
No, no, no!

Susan! Susan!

I'm sorry, Susan.

It looks like I was picked
as the Judas goat

to lead the lamb to slaughter.

Only this time, they're going to
try and kill the goat, too.

This is where we split up.
Why?

They'll be looking
for my car.

I want you to find
an isolated spot,

hide the camper and stay there.

Well, what about you?

I'm going to look
for Henry Talbot.

Henry Talbot?!

What good is that gonna do?

I think he might know
what's going on.

But more important, why.

He's afraid, too.

He's not going
to tell you anything.

He might, if I ask him nicely.

You've got an awful lot of faith
in humanity.

I'm a romantic.

And sometimes you have
to gamble on people.

The next shot won't miss!

Take off your shoes.

I'd like to leave you
for the buzzards,

but I'll settle
for this.

♪ Black, black, black
is the color ♪

♪ Of my true love's hair ♪

♪ Her lips are something
rosy fair ♪

♪ The prettiest face... ♪

I found her.

Where?

Well, she's in trouble.

Well, where is she now?

In hiding.

Those watchdogs you hear
are wolves.

How do we call
them off, man?

I'm waiting
for the word now.

Maybe that's it.

Yeah?

It's for you.

Maybe it's the word.

Yeah.

I've been trying to reach you
for half an hour.

Can you talk?

I could scream.

What about Henry Talbot?

I used a few old police
department contacts

and checked him out.

Where is he?
What's he doing?

Helping the grass grow
at the Santa Marta Cemetery.

He's been dead since the end
of January.

All legal.
Accidental death.

Certificate signed
by Dr. Gregory.

I wonder what the going price is
for death certificates.

If I need you,

where can I reach you?
Try the
Santa Marta Cemetery.

Do we, uh, dig him up?

We do.

Only we don't use a shovel.
We use a court order.

Digs a lot deeper and
spreads the dirt a lot wider.

Who is it?

Whoever owns the face, the
name behind it is Phillips.

Now get out of here fast.

Send a squad of armed pigeons
over to Eagle's Nest.

Grave-robbing--
that's a dirty crime.

Maybe you'd like to
take off your shoes.

Mrs. David Blair
Phillips, I presume?

I thought it over, Mannix,
and I've come back.

I made a bargain
with David,

and, this time,
I'm going to keep it.

That's who I am-- a woman
who keeps her bargains.

Very honorable.

I got tired of running,

tired of all
the violence.

Harvey Roanhorse
is alive,

but he could have been
dead because of me.

So I came home.

Never underestimate the power
of half a billion dollars.

I never have.

That's the gold seal
on our bargain--

money, for the Table Rock
Reservation Hospital.

Fair exchange-- one
nurse for $1 million.

That's a lot of money, just
for a welcome home present.

David Blair Phillips makes
that much in three days.

How is Mr. Phillips?

I haven't seen him yet.

He's under sedation.

Then who made the bargain?

I talked to Dr. Gregory.

He had instructions.

In the course
of the haggling,

did he mention
Henry Talbot?

You know, just two days
after you went

for your little
suicide swim,

Henry was buried in
the Santa Marta Cemetery.

Henry?

Yeah.
Dead?

And I got a feeling it wasn't
from natural causes.

Mannix, be realistic.

David once told me,

"Violence is the last
resort of fools."

My husband is
not a fool.

Ruthless, of course.

But a fool...?

No.

And that's it, huh?

That tears it?

I'm very grateful.

And I'm all right.

Do me a favor, Susan--

tell your watchdogs

that you're going to drive
me back into town?

Why?

Just go ahead, tell them,
see what happens.

Bledsoe, would you
bring the car out?

I'm going to be driving
Mr. Mannix into town.

No dice.

What did you say?

I'm sorry.
We got orders.

Well, I've just
changed your orders!

I'm sorry.

Dr. Gregory!

Yes, Susan?

Is my husband
awake yet?

Not yet.

Would you come in here
immediately, please?

You beginning to
get the picture?

Now, just take it easy.

I've got a land mine
planted outside

by the name
of Dean Hill.

It's due to explode
any minute.

Susan, what's the problem?

Did you have the audacity to
order those men to keep me here?

Well, you agreed to stay;
that was understood.

You didn't answer
her question.

I intend to leave.

Now, do you intend
to stop me?

David gave
absolute instructions.

David does not
have the right.

I want to
talk to him.

He's very ill, I told you.

Then he's in no condition
to issue orders.

Where is he?
Let's have this out right now.

He needs the rest.

I'm sorry. I can't permit it.

Were you as protective
with your last patient--
Henry Talbot?

Yes. What about Henry?

Tell her, Doc.

Um... He died.

A bad fall.

I was there, but there
was nothing I could do.

So you certified
his death certificate.

Very efficient.

Dr. Gregory,

please have my wife
and Mr. Mannix

come upstairs.

David, I thought
you were...

Ill? I'm not ill, Susan.

I'm dead.

Henry!

Henry Talbot.

Mm-hmm. Risen from the dead.

And David Blair Phillips
is in your grave.

Then I did kill him.

It doesn't
matter now.

No, Susan, you
didn't kill him,

I did.

Well, he was unconscious,
you'd run out...

there he lay, a half-billion-
dollar opportunity.

So I, uh, finished
the job for you.

For all that
beautiful money.

What else?

You know,
when a man controls

a really great fortune,
he's insulated by it.

Nobody knows him,

especially if he's secretive,
anonymous by choice.

So you took his identity.

Oh, no, that's
really quite simple.

See, a very
serious illness

will change
a man's appearance.

And when he recovers,
he looks a little thinner,

his face looks
a little different.

With only a stray wife to get
out of the way.

Now, Susan,
I did not want that.

I would have kept the bargain.

But now that you've
brought Mannix into it.

Bledsoe,
get the car out.

Yes, sir.

You're going to, uh,
kill the both of us, huh?

Well, you haven't got
a chance of getting
away with it.

You think not?

I'm, uh,
I'm sorry, Susan.

Well, that's, uh, not
good enough, Talbot.

I've left messages.

We're going to have
some visitors

very soon now.

Not soon enough.

Travis, let's get
a move on.

Hold it!

Well, Mannix, do you
want it now or later?

Look out!

All right, hold it.

♪ ♪

You sure?
No.

But you're still going
back to the reservation
and the hospital?

For a while.

Maybe longer.

I have to untangle myself.

Well, everything else
is so simple here.

It gives me a chance
to work out my own knots.

Just remember what I said--

have faith in humanity.

Even your own.

Goodbye, Mannix.

... Natani.

Where did you learn that?

The university library.

I figured it might
come in handy,

knowing how to say
goodbye in Navajo.

Oh...

Oh, and I also learned
how to say hello.

Just in case I might
need it... someday.