All language subtitles for Mannix S02E18 Death in a Minor Key.eng

Remember me?

I'm your date.

Sit tight, Peggy.

♪ ♪

He ran out.

I waited at the club
until closing time.

But he never came back.

Okay, Peggy,
what happened?

I don't know.

Everything was fine.

We had dinner at my house,
and afterwards,

you know, while I was
doing the dishes,

he and Toby played,

and then, at the club,

Gabe was going great.

And wham--
a sudden change.

Now, you know
how musicians are--

they're temperamental cats.

Who knows what got into him?

Are you trying
to make me feel better?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I would, except...

you and I know
how Gabe feels about his horn.

So he said it's like his heart--
without it, he's dead-- so?

He left it at the club.

Did you try phoning him?

That's another thing--

he never gave me
his phone number.

I called
directory assistance.

He's not listed.

And I checked with someone
from the musicians' union.

I got his address,
I drive out there--

it's a vacant lot.

Um, Gabe ever talk
about himself?

No.

I did ask him
where he was from, though,

and he said, home was always
the last place he'd been.

I got the message,
so I stopped being nosey.

That's marvelous restraint.

Hold down the fort.

Joe...

...thanks for the trouble.

Wait'll you get my bill.

Hello, Gabe.

I knew you'd come back
after the horn.

What else do you know?

Nothing except
what you're gonna tell me.

Nothin' to tell, daddy.

Not even to Peggy?

Okay.

Tell her I'm sorry.

About what?

The stand up. What else?

I gotta split, man.

You gonna follow me?

You know it.

What can I do to stop you?

Tell me the truth.

Is that a promise?

You got my word.

Story, man.

Story about a little boy
and a horn.

Little boy meets horn

and falls in love
at first sight.

Then little boy grows up...
and he loses the horn.

That was ten
years ago.

I needed bread.

I hocked it.

And then I got a gig
at the roadhouse.

And a man needs
his own horn.

And I broke into that pawn shop

and I borrowed
my horn,

but I never made that roadhouse.

I made a prison
road gang instead.

So, like they say...

I've paid my dues.

You gonna follow me?

Nothing you've come up with yet
is gonna stop me.

How about this?

You wouldn't
use that on me, Gabe.

You're not the kind.

You're right, man.

I'm the other kind.

Press me too far
and I'll use it...

on me.

Do you think he meant it?

Well, he had that
no-nonsense look,

so I let him be.

What could have made him
that desperate?

Well, I could give
you a few guesses.

What's the matter?

Someone's out there.

Before, while you
were gone,

I thought I saw a man
looking over here,

across the courtyard,
but he moved on.

But now he's back.

Get back to the door,
where he can see you,

and just act as if
you're carrying on
a conversation.

Go on.

Of course I'm worried
about Gabe.

Why would
he disappear?

Everything's going
so great for him.

We were just
starting to...

♪ ♪

Take a good
look, Peggy.

I never saw him before.

Well, I saw you!

I followed you here
from the club.

And you figured
she'd lead you
to Gabe Johnson.

Yeah.

You might say that.

My name's Walt Finlay.

Course, Gabe never mentioned it.

Not apt that he would.

I'm from Marysville.

That's a nice little town,

down where you folks up here
like to call Dixie way.

Chief of Police?!

Yeah.

Small world.

Truth is, I haven't seen
or heard of Gabe for...

close to...

let's see, about...
about eight year.

Yeah, about eight year.

Then I come to L.A.

for a law enforcement
officers' yearly to-do,

and who do I spot,
just by sheer coincidence,

but old Gabe Dillon.

That's his true name.

Gabriel Dillon.

Didn't know that, did you?

You know, they say
you can tell a coronet player

by the sound of his horn,

like it was his voice
or something.

You know, I'm tone-deaf.

Yeah, I don't got an ear.

I never would have known
it was Gabe

'cept he lifted his glasses off
for a second there.

Yeah, small world,
isn't it?

See, Gabe and me--
we go back a long time.

'Bout...

ten years.

The night he was picked up...

I was the arresting officer.

I suppose there's a reward.

Oh, yeah.

$1,000.

Well, uh...

don't spend it all
in one store, huh?

Tell you what.

You name
your favorite charity,

and maybe
we'll send it there.

Where's Gabe?

She doesn't know,
so forget it.

Now, he paid the rental
on that coronet.

He served his time.

He told me the story.

No, maybe he didn't tell you
the whole story.

You see,
he's an escaped fugitive.

He served only
nine months

on a ten-year
sentence.

Ten years.

That's the way
you hand it out down there?

Mr. Mannix, I don't make
the laws, I just enforce them.

Ten years...

for lifting your own coronet.

For assault
with a deadly weapon.

Hit-and-run.

He tried to kill a man.

Eight! Go, baby!

Ah, Joe, what do I know?

I'm just a guy
in the booking business--

a little schnook agent.

Oh, come on, Barney,
knock it off.

My head's zinging.

I don't want to take
it out on you.

Now, I gotta find Gabe.
For his own good.

Will you trust me?

Word's out, Joe.

Cool it on Gabe.

Where is he?
Is he in town?

Why not?
L.A.'s got a big underground.

You know that.

I don't know where
underground.

When you go underground,
you gotta keep moving.

What about stops?

Well, all along the way,

there are backrooms
and empty houses.

Gabe can't stay away
from that horn too long.

When you gotta jam,
you gotta jam.

♪ ♪

Hi, Gabe.

Go ahead and finish.
We can talk later.

Cool it, fellas, huh?

I just wanted to leave here
peaceful, Joe.

Gabe... Finlay's got a
license to gun you down.

If you run...

It's better than going
back to that road gang.

You didn't tell me
the whole story, Gabe.

You left out the part
about the hit-and-run.

I had nothing to do with that,

except take the blame!

I didn't hit-and-run anybody!

Okay, so I...

...I took this horn,
and I paid for it.

Now, I'm not going to die
for something I didn't do.

All right, Gabe.

All right.

Now, if that's the truth,

maybe I can...

Well, maybe I can
work out a new trial.

A new trial!

Man, in Marysville?

Look, I'll make a deal
with them at first.

Man, there is no deal down there
but a ball and a chain!

Gabe, you just can't
keep running!

Now, let me handle it.

I'll work out something.

That's something.

I'm obliged to you,
Mr. Mannix.

If I hadn't tailed you,
I never would have found...

old Gabe Dillon.

Well, I really
fouled that one up.

You did
what you thought was right.

Do you think
it was right?

You didn't mean
to hurt him.

Hm. Meaning I
didn't help him.

Do you believe Gabe
about that hit-and-run charge?

I'd like to.

I do, no strings attached.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, Sid.

When?

Why?

I'll tell him.

Sid Morley said that Gabe's
on his way to Marysville.

What the...? What are
they trying to pull?

He's got a right to
extradition proceedings.

Gabe waived extradition.

I knew he would.
So that's that.

No, that's not the
end of the line.

A crime and a trial
ten years old?

As Gabe figured,
what chance?

You dig a little deeper.

In that town?

All right,
it'll be a little rough.

Impossible.

Look, Peggy,

get me the first plane
you can to Marysville.

There's only one plane.

You'll get there
about dawn.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix,

but, uh, your visit to the
prisoner cannot be approved.

Why not?
Rules.

Which one?
Keep Gabe under wraps

until you can ship him
upstate to a road gang?

We don't have road gangs.

Now, look, I want
to see the prisoner.

But I can't arrange
that, Mr. Mannix,

because the prisoner
does not want to see you.

Shall I wait?

Uh, better not.

It'll probably be
a little while.

No, I never let go when
I got a live one-- I'll wait.

Oh...

Oh, here we are.

The State v.
Gabriel Dillon.

That's it.

Oh... well, sir,
it is indicated

that, uh, those records
are not here at this time.

At what time
will they be here?

Well, sir, that's, uh...

Hard to say.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you better have a good
reason for laying that there.

The chief would like
to see you, Mannix.

Thank you.

What's the matter, Finlay...

you afraid of something
I might find in those records?

What happens next,
they get burned accidentally?

You are really working yourself
into a sweat, Mannix.

Just look at you, listen to you.

And all that energy wasted.

The way you hop
around town here,

like a flea on an old hound dog.

Hmm...

Yeah, yeah, I forgot
how it is around here.

Sleepy time down South.

Everything
slow and easy.

A thousand dollars--

reward for the, uh...

"apprehension
of Gabriel Dillon."

Like I said, Mannix,

name your favorite charity.

It's yours.

You know, I've heard of
buy-offs, but that's a beaut.

You really are
suspicious, aren't you?

Well, being in your business,

you wouldn't be apt
to trust most people.

Especially since
you've arranged it

so I can't see Gabe.

Me?

Who told you that?

Finlay...

you expect me to believe you.

No.

Come here, Mannix.

I want to show
you something.

I did arrange this--

State v. Gabriel Dillon.

Proceedings
are all there.

What are you after,
Finlay, really?

Well, first,

apprehending Gabe
was just a job to me.

Now, don't tell me you went
through all this trouble

just to sell me on the idea
you're one of the good guys.

You know...

the minute you met me,
and you heard the way I talk,

found out I was a cop,

you sure had me all
figured out, didn't you?

Talk about
your stereotyping.

You figure every law officer
from down here

carries an electric prod stick
in one hand

and the leash of a vicious
police dog in the other.

Well, some of us have gone along
with the change,

because, like it or not,
it's the law.

But some of us...
even approve of the change.

Now, maybe you can
take that message back with you.

What about Gabe Dillon?

He had a fair trial.

I'm satisfied
he's guilty.
Maybe.

Help yourself.

Uh, you'd best, uh,

turn to the testimony
of Harvey Boylan.

It's the dog-eared page.

I thought I could save you
a little reading time.

I remember it all
just the way it happened.

It started when I saw this car
pull up across the street.

It looked kind of funny
parked there

and the lights turned out.

Then I saw this Negro get out
from behind the wheel.

The way he looked up and down,

I had an idea
he was up to no good.

I saw him slide
into that alley

and force the door
of the pawn shop.

So while he was in there,

I figured I'd better get
his license plate number.

Just to play safe,
I wrote it down

to be sure when I reported it.

Then I heard steps coming out
of that alley.

Then I saw the Negro,

the defendant over there.

I ducked back
into the shadows,

but it was too late.

I figured my one chance was
to run for it, so I ran.

I heard his car start up.

I ran even faster

when I heard the skid
and screech of his wheels.

I'm glad they caught him.

I'm glad they caught him.

He can fry.

Dear, please, you're just
upsetting yourself.

Clara.

So, Mr. Mannix,

you are now looking at the
world's only talking vegetable.

Harvey, that isn't funny.

Somebody might see
the humor of it.

How about
you, sir?

Mr. Boylan,

are you sure
it was Gabe Dillon's car?

You're hearing it
from the horse's mouth.

Ten years is a long time.

Events... faces dim.

Not his.

Mr. Boylan...

you said the car was bearing
directly down on you.

Yeah.

And the headlights
were in your eyes.

So?

Well, with the glare
of the headlights,

how could you have seen
the car clearly?

More important,

how could you have
seen the driver?

Look, mister, you said
you read the record.

Well, I did, but naturally,

the prosecuting attorney
didn't ask you that question.

That Negro...

that black--

or whatever it is
you're supposed

to call 'em nowadays--

had counsel to defend him.

Appointed by the court.

I checked that lawyer.

Apparently, he spent more time

drinking at the bar
than practicing at it.

No, he didn't ask
that question at all.

Nobody doubted you.

Dillon did it.

There's no doubt about it.

You're taking his word
agin' mine, ain't you?

That's right.

You can get out
of my house, mister,

and get quick.

No use talking
to your kind.

You don't know
what they're like.

Mr. Boylan...

I am sorry for you...

...in more ways than one.

Mrs. Boylan, thank you
for the lemonade.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hotel, Mr. Mannix.

I changed my
mind, Dave.

Let's go.

Something wrong?

You can bet your badge
something's wrong.

Anything I can
do to help?

You know, I haven't
quite figured you out.

Well, take your time.

What do you want?

I told you--
a fair shake.

Come on, you're
up to something.

What's the angle?

Ah, there you go,
stereotyping me again.

"Anything I can do
to help, Mannix."

Okay, Finlay.

Call off your dog.

He's been at my heels

ever since I left
Boylan's place.

I didn't even know
you was at Boylan's.

What's the matter, a
breakdown in communication

between you and
that character

with the white hat?

Well, you can tell
him in person.

He even tailed me here.

He's parked
right outside, in his...

What's the matter?

Okay, so you called him off.

There is no man in a white hat

or any other kind of hat
tailing you under my orders.

You know, Finlay,
I'm gonna figure you out.

Mannix...

there's a message for you
at your hotel.

Now, I wonder how you knew.

I left it.

Made special
arrangements

for you to see
Gabe Dillon.

I told them
I didn't want to see you.

Now, look, Gabe,
I'm here because of you.

That's funny,
I'm here because of you.

Gabe, I'm trying
to do a job.

You did your job
in L.A.

Look, I just could
turn up something.

What are you gonna do
for an encore,

part the waters?

Don't make it any
tougher than it is.
Okay.

I'll make it easier
for you.

I'm giving you "A"
for effort.

I'm clearing
your conscience.

So you can
skip along now.

That's all.

You zigged when you
should have zagged.

So what?

Everybody's entitled
to one little mistake.

Everybody's happy now.

Let's go.

Dave, where's
the nearest car rental?

Over on Third and Jay.

You gonna go out
on your own, huh?

Yeah.

See you around, Dave.

♪ ♪

Hold it right there.

No gun, I just...

was gonna show you
my identification.

No show, tell.

Charlie Willis-- I got an office
in the Braddock Building.

I'm in the same business
you're in.

I don't like
being tailed.

Who's the client?

All right, all right.

Why should I get
my head beat in?

I don't even know
who the client is.

Come on.
Come off it!

I'm telling you,
that's the way it is.

Look, I... I was hired by phone.

I got my retainer
in the mail, in cash,

and, uh, there was no return
address on the envelope.

So, just how do you
report to your client,

take an ad in the paper?

Well, this came
with the retainer,

typewritten
like the envelope.

I was ordered
to phone that number

every day at 4:00
and report.

Who does the phone
number belong to?

I don't know.

Where's the phone located?

Well, I didn't investigate.

Look, I just get paid,
that's all I care about.

I'm not a curious man
by nature.

You know, Willis, you're
in the wrong business.

Yeah, I know that now.

Now, tell me, uh, what
did your client's voice

sound like on the phone?

You know, what sort
of voice did he have?

Oh, it wasn't a man.

It was a woman.

Hello... hello?

Wh-Who are you?

Joe Mannix.

You're getting
today's reports

straight from
the horse's mouth.

Item one: I ran
into Charles Willis

a little while ago.

Item two: here I am.

Phyllis Judson Garth, married.

What does Mr. Garth do?

Garth Lumber
and Building Supplies.

Okay, now we've got all the
names straight except one...

Gabe Dillon.

Who's that?

What are you going to do?

Call downtown.

You mean the police?

Who else?

No, wait.

There's no reason
why I should take the blame.

None of it was my idea,
including hiring Willis.

Roger made me do it.

It's all his fault.

I just don't see
why I should go on

paying and paying
all these years.

He was very drunk that night.

I begged him
to let me drive, but...

oh, they think they're such men,

especially when
they're drunk.

He hit and ran.

And then,
when that Negro was arrested

and Boylan identified him,
Roger thought he saw a way out.

I... I couldn't
say anything.

My-My lips
were sealed.

Roger doesn't just threaten.

He means it.

All these years,
he felt he was off the hook,

and then you had to show up.

I... I'm glad you did.

Where is he now?

At the lumber yard
on Trenton Street.

Everybody else will
be gone by now.

I was supposed to drive over
there after talking to Willis.

What do I do now?

Go home.

You should know, Roger
has a gun at the lumber yard.

Mr. Mannix...

I want you to understand...

I am innocent.

Where were you all those years?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Garth?

Garth!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Now, let's start again,
from the beginning.

Maybe there's something
you left out.

Now, look, I told you,

I wasn't firing to hit him.

I wanted him alive.

I was only trying
to scare him down.

I missed... purposely.

Well, maybe
you're just a bad miss.

What are you, court jester?

All right, he's entitled
to his opinion.

Now, you got it
all straight.

From the time
I met Charlie Willis

until I phoned you
from the lumber company.

All righty now.

Would you come in,
please, ma'am?

Oh, Miz Garth,
I'm terribly sorry

to trouble you at
a time like this,

but you could help
us by identifying

Mr. Mannix.

Mr. Mannix--

the gentleman you were
talking to this afternoon.

I never talked
to that man.

Hold it, hold it.
Wait a minute.

Now, Miz Garth, you have
been through an ordeal,

and you're understandably
confused.

Not about him.

I never saw him before
in my life.

All right, Mrs. Garth.

Thank you.

And again, I'm
terribly sorry

to have bothered you.

You're taking her word.

They are facts.

From the facts,
you were shot in the hand,

returned the fire,
and killed Garth.

Now that only might be
self-defense.

You're forgetting one thing:
What about Gabe?

You're not going
to even question Mrs. Garth?

On what grounds?

Okay, she claims
she didn't see me.

What about Charles Willis?

She hired him.
Call him in.

Randall?

About Charles Willis, Mannix--
I personally checked.

He has no office
in the Braddock Building,

like you said.

There is no Charles Willis,
private investigator.

As a matter of fact,

there is no
Charlie Willis anywhere.

You got anything
to add to that, Mannix?

If not, you'd best stick around
while I check a few things out.

There was a shooting
and a killing,

and you're
in bad trouble.

Finally.

Finally got you
figured, Finlay.

You knew just how
far you were going

right from the
beginning, didn't you?

A man with a
badge, fair,

with a conscience,
living down the past,

leaning over
backwards so far,

until you broke my back.

I forgot you had a personal
stake in Gabe's case.

You were the arresting
officer and the investigator.

Well, now,
you wouldn't want

that can of beans
opened up again,

really, would you?

Not after ten years.

How would that
look on your record?

Mannix...

you sit real tight...

in your hotel room.

You hear?

Did that car break down?

Listen, Dave, if you
had a foreign car,

and you wanted to keep it
in tip-top shape,

where would you
get it serviced?

Hmm... only one shop,
the best in town.

Gardner's.

Beauty, huh?

Yeah, yeah, that's exactly
what I was looking for.

Ah.

Oh.

Not for sale.

Seeds.

Oh, thanks.

Just brought in
for servicing, huh?

Uh-uh.
Here all the time.

Belongs to Hal Gardner.

He owns the place.

There he is
over there now.

He likes to talk to
foreign car buffs.

Yeah, so do I.

Uh, hey, these are pretty good.

Listen, uh, you mind
getting him over here?

No. Sure.

Hey, Hal?

Yeah, Ben?

There's a fellow
over there,

a bug on old
Mercedes-Benz.

Thought you
might like to...

That's funny.

Said he wanted to talk to you.

Now he's gone.

What did he look like?

No, let Mannix
stick his neck out.

Sheriff Finlay will blame
the whole thing on him,

just like we planned.

You know, you...

you really shouldn't have
called me to your place, Hal--

A widow in a bachelor's pad.

I mean, we-we did agree

to observe a respectful
period of mourning.

But since I'm-I'm
already here,

I suppose you fully intend

to take advantage of me--

a helpless...

terrified...

defenseless...

Tiger...

What's this,
love at the zoo?

Like I said,
there was a man in a white hat.

What's the matter, Gardner?

Tiger got your tongue?

Tell me,
did she talk you into using me

to get rid of Garth,
or was it his bright idea

to make me
the patsy?

You know, Mrs. Garth,
I've been having serious doubts

about your version
of that hit-and-run.

Would you like
to change the story?

No. Okay.

Um, I'll just call a third party
to liven up the conversation.

No, wait,
Mr. Mannix...

I-I think we should talk
a little common sense.

Such as?

I mean, what is all this
effort over Gabe Dillon?

I mean, how much money
could he have given you?

After all,
he-he is...

A black?

Just another
colored man, huh?

What's the
difference?

Operator...
Mannix...

Sorry, Operator,
wrong number.

I must say,
you're a cute couple.

Yeah, well, uh,

the late, uh, Roger Garth--
he didn't think so.

He kept us apart

ever since that night
that we rode off together

in Phyllis' car,
and he followed us.

See, Garth agreed
to keep his mouth shut

about Phyllis being the driver
of the hit-and-run car

as long as she come back to him,

and lived
with him.

Roger was big for appearances.

So, Garth didn't want me
digging into the case

any more than you two did.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

He played right along,

only he never knew
to what extent.

I guess that kind of
wraps it up.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, except for this.

That's right.

Sorry, Gardner.

Your car registration
gave me your address.

I've been waiting
for you.

So, let's go, huh?

Move!

Randall.

Come on.

No, no.

Don't tell me
why you're here.

I don't mind
telling you:

Waiting for you
to finish.

Oh, you figure I'd
dig deeper and faster

if you ordered me
to stay put, huh?

Well, it was a long shot, but
it sure worked out, didn't it?

You know, that's
beautiful, Finlay.
That's beautiful.

I did all the
dirty work,

all the running,
all the sweating!

Well, like you said,
sleepy time down South.

Everything slow and easy.

Okay.

We're changing.

Yeah, Finlay, tell
me one thing now.

You didn't have
a tail on me.

How did you know
I was here?

One of my men.

Like I said,
we're changing.

Come on, I'll give you
a last ride in my cab.

Boy, this is some house.