All language subtitles for Mannix S02E22 Last Rites for Miss Emma.eng

Acme Protective.

Go right in, Mr. Parks.

Right.

Air freight.

Better hurry.
We close at 5:00.

That time again.

Yeah. Never fails.

I wanted to
get home early.

Now it'll be
bumper to bumper,

a late dinner, and
Helen sore about it.

Floyd, did you get
the perfume?

Oh, I've been busy
all day, Mr. Coombs.

I'll get it now.

I got a new one for
your beauty queen-- Whirlwind.

She'll be eating
out of your hand.

Hello. Lester Parks.

Oranges-- three, seven, two.

Apples-- eight.

The night setting
will be delayed

not more than 15 minutes.

Yeah. See you in the morning.

Whirlwind, eh?

She was a gentle breeze
when I married her.

Aren't they all?

I didn't get to the
morphine, Mr. Coombs.

I'll unpack it first
thing in the morning.

That fellow with the ketch
in the slip next to me

is moving her
down to Balboa.

Why don't you see
if you can get it?

Then I can help
you work on your...

Reach!

You, down.

Over against
the shelves.

You now, turn around.

♪ ♪

...Southeastern Air, please...

Mannix!

Now arriving into Gate 14.

Well, I see
you're all in one piece.

Except for a
loose tooth.
A fist?

No, an uncracked crab
at Fisherman's Wharf.

I don't know why
I worry about you.

Because I pay you
almost every week.

Section B-3.

Always hire a pro.

Anytime.

Flight 19 for Phoenix departing
on schedule at Gate 4.

Flight 19 for Phoenix, Arizona,

departing on schedule
at Gate 4.

Mr. Maple's residence.

One moment, please.

Yes?

Mr. Tellis is on
the phone, sir.

Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.

Yeah, Sam?

The corpse is at the airport.

How sad.

We'll hold the funeral
the day after tomorrow.

I'll phone Atlanta.

You know, Peggy,
I really like

catching jewel thieves
up in San Francisco.

What?

Well, all the
women are charming,

beautiful and
well-dressed.

That's because
a man notices up there

when a gal gets
a new suit.

Hey, that is a new suit,
isn't it?

Nice. Nice.

Too little
and too late.

Before Jimmy Bloom fixes
his next antenna,

he ought
to get some parking lessons.

KT 4-2114.

Dominion Insurance.

Yeah, Mannix here.

When?

Right away.

Robbery.

45 cartons of Miss Emma

stolen from the So-Cal
Pharmaceutical Company.

Morphine?

Mm.

Try the other side.

The alarm system's
turned off during the day.

At 5:00,

the narcotics clerk
turns a switch

which activates the system.

Then he locks up
and brings the key to my office.

But that didn't
happen today.

Today, three hoods

in a white panel truck
stole 45 cartons of morphine.

Today was service day.

On a service day,
I come out here,

and the first thing
I do is to phone in,

and say the system won't
be turned on until 5:15.

It just takes me ten
minutes to check it.

Is that perfume?

Whirlwind. It's one
of our new ones.

Floyd Brown threw a bottle
at one of the robbers,

and it broke
on the cartons.

I found these
on the floor.

My glasses.

How do you fit into this thing?

Our firm's been hired
to recover the morphine.

A private
detective agency.

You're a private detective?

Secretary to one.

Joe Mannix.

Oh.

We're everywhere
these days, aren't we?

We're working on it.

How do you feel?

Oh, fine, fine.

I lost a little blood,
but I can go home tomorrow.

I mean, how does it
feel to be a hero?

A hero?

Who says I'm a hero?

You threw the perfume,
didn't you?

Oh.

I promise never
to do it again.

Would you hand me that, please?

The doctor says I should, uh,
drink a lot of juices,

and look at pretty things.

May I use your phone?

KL 5-6175, please.

What do you have
against heroes?

They're always in trouble,

they're so foolhardy, they...

Hello, Toby?

No, I'll be a little while yet.

No, so, bounce
into bed,

and I'll see
you later.

My son, age six.

He always tries
to con the sitter
into an extra hour.

Well, where's your husband?

I'm a widow.

Oh.

The war?

He was a policeman.

A hero.

Yes.

I see.

Uh, that's a pretty suit.

Oh, thank you.

It's new.

Well, not as new as it was.

You have some paint
on your elbow.

Oh, look at that.

Well, it'll come off.

If you don't like
men who take chances,

why do you work
for a guy like Mannix?

Because I'm a kind of a nut.

Happy healing.

Hey, uh, thanks
for bringing the glasses,

and, uh, my regards
to Toby, age six.

Would you hold still
for a few questions?

My life's an open book.

These service days-- do
they happen regularly?

About once a month.

I just pick a day
and call Acme.

When you pick these days,
anybody else know about it?

The manager
at Acme, Parks.

What about him?

He never knows.

How about this fellow,
Floyd Brown,

the one that got shot?
No.

When did the
Acme man know

that he was going to
come here yesterday?

It was late in the day.

He was just ready
to go home.

What time did
you call Acme?

Shortly after lunch.

About, uh,
four hours before the robbery.

You sure
you didn't call anybody else?

Are you suggesting
I tipped them off?

Somebody did.

Yes?

Mannix.

Joe, I know
how I got the blue paint.

Blue paint?

On my jacket.

It came from the panel truck

parked next to your car
at the airport.

Peggy, why don't you just

send me the cleaning bill, huh?
I'm busy.

And I'm serious.

I think
the morphine's in that truck.

I got a whole theory about it.

And my theory is, Peggy,

that secretaries should
concentrate on

the telephone
and the typewriter.

Now good-bye.

What are you doing
here so late?

Concentrating on the
typewriter and the telephone.

Did the insurance
company call?

Your calls are where
they usually are-- on the desk.

All right, Peggy.

The morphine is in a blue truck
at the Burbank Airport.

You want to tell me
about it?

Well, it's not impossible,
you know.

There was some paint
on my sleeve.

Uh, just go slow
with me, Peggy,

'cause I'm hungry
and tired.

This afternoon,
I got a phone call

from Floyd.

Floyd?

Out of gratitude
because I took him his glasses,

he insisted upon taking me
to dinner.

So I called the babysitter,
and she said,

"Cool it," unless
I got my TV fixed.

So I called
the TV repairman,

and he's got the flu.

Anyway, that reminded me
of the TV repair truck

next to the car
out at the airport yesterday.

Well, now so far,
I've lost you.

Well, if you don't want
to hear it, just say so.

No, no, Peggy,
it's just that...

well, I'm all hung up
on whether you're
eating in or out.

In, but he
doesn't know it yet.

Anyway, don't you see?

The truck was blue.

The same shade of paint
that was on my jacket.

And it had to have
been wet paint,

otherwise it wouldn't
have rubbed off.

And the police can't
find a white truck.

And what does that prove?

Why would anyone park a freshly
painted truck at the airport?

It doesn't make sense.
And besides,

there's no such firm
as Jimmy Bloom TV Repair.

So I figured it must have
been the morphine truck.

Peggy, the robbery took place
at 5:00.

We got to my car
at the airport

a few minutes
after 6:00.

Paint a car and drive it
from So. Cal

to the airport in one hour?

It's impossible.

Yeah, I guess it is.

On the other hand,

they could have loaded it
on a bigger truck

and painted it on the way.

Yes, of course they could've!

No, no. Who's going to leave
a million dollars'

worth of morphine sitting
in a public parking lot?

Can you think
of any better place to park it?

Well, uh...

Yes?

Oh, Floyd.

Come on in.

Mr. Mannix,
this is Mr. Brown.

How do you do?

Mr. Mannix, how are you?

How's the
investigation going?

Oh, fine, fine,

now that everybody's
working on it,

including our
mutual friend here.

You didn't believe
a word I said.

Come on, Peggy.

You got a little paint
on your sleeve.

How do you know it came
from the truck?

Maybe it didn't.

Maybe your car door
touched the truck

and my elbow touched
your car door.

In that case,
I'd have paint on my...

car door.

If it is
the morphine truck,

you may have dinner
at the airport.

Operator, this is KG 6-2114.

I'd like
the police department.

Baseball,
football, track--

what team didn't
you make?

Uh, Ping Pong.

Asleep at
the wheel.

He'll get
a ticket for that.

Hmm, bed's the ticket.

Here, let me help you.

Another O.J. Simpson.

I see him more like
a Senator Brooke.

Well, in either case,
I'll vote for him.

You'd think he'd phone.

Who?

Mannix, about the truck.

Who do you have a date with,
Mannix or me?

You.

Hello.

Oh, we were just
talking about you.

Did you find the truck?

Yeah, yeah, but they

moved it out
right from under my nose.

Now look,
I've got the license number.

Could you call that
pal of yours at the DMV

and find out the name
of the owner?

But he's on the day shift.

I've got some other numbers
down at the office.

They're under DMV

in the file cab--
Oh, I've got the keys.

All right, as fast as I can.

He found the truck,
but he lost it again.

And I've got to run
down to the office and...

Oh, Toby!
I forgot about Toby.

Floyd, do you mind?

Babysitting?

No, I don't mind;
as a matter of fact,

I used to be very
good at it. Go ahead.

Thank you.
And Floyd, I'm sorry.

Hey...

don't drive too fast.

I wish that
friend of yours

in DMV would hurry up.

Take it easy, Joe.

He's doing
the best he can.

Yeah, well, if we don't
round this stuff up right away,

they'll have it cut,
repackaged

and the pushers will have
it out all over the country.

Well, the fellas
who did the robbery,

will they help
push it, too?

No, I doubt it.

A deal this big has got
to be on several levels.

The hoods who stole it,

the people
who planned it,

whoever financed it
and the dealer

who's going to buy it.

Hello? Oh, hi, Charlie.

Thanks, Charlie.

Go back to your sauna bath.

It's a truck rental
in the Valley.

It's curious, the styles
of drug addiction.

Now, for the Asiatic Indian,
it's cannabis,

hashish for the Egyptian,

and of course,
opium for the Chinese.

Now, even in our
own country,

northern cities-- heroin;

cocaine replacing
it in the West.

For our, uh,
most gracious South,

we prefer morphine.

Yeah, that's why I thought

of an old Georgia boy
like you, Doctor.

Yes?

I'll be right out.

My chauffeur had
an accident last night.

Mr. Maple.

Yes.
How do you do, sir?

I'm from the Dominion
Insurance Company.

One of our policyholders

bumped into your car last
night on Borman Street,

and broke your taillight.

He feels responsible.

Tell him to forget it.
Oh, no, no, no.

He'd like
to make it good.

Now if you'd just
sign this form,

we'd be only too
glad to repair it.

All right.

Mrs. Johnson, will you
show the gentleman out?

Thank you, Mr. Maple.

Say, that perfume,
that's just wonderful.

I've been trying to place it.

It's a new one, sir.

It's called Whirlwind.

But it's 45 cartons, Doctor.

You add an equal amount
of milk sugar,

you'll double your money.

$400,000.

Half a million.

Let's split the difference.

I'll give you $10,000 a carton.

Sold.

After we've
tested the rest.

We'll have
the funeral tonight.

The Bureau of Narcotics
returned your call.

Yeah, I was just there.

What did you find out
about Maple?

Well, he belongs
to two golf clubs,

gives a lot of
money to charity.

Solid citizen.
What did you find out?

I think he's a solid crook,
but I can't prove it.

I can sure smell it.

How?

Mr. Maple's housekeeper
was wearing

that new So-Cal perfume,
Whirlwind.

I had pizza.

I went on the pony ride.

And you didn't
fall off?

Almost, but Floyd
caught me.

Now I'm going
to Pickle Pete's.

And you're invited
if you want to come along.

Another time.

Thanks, Floyd.

Oh, that, uh...
uh, trucking company.

Did you find out
the owner

from the Hall
of Records?

A man named
Sam Tellis.

Here's his address.

Baldwin Hills.

When did you
come out here?

My father left Arkansas
and went to Detroit

to work in a factory,
and when he didn't come back,

my mother and I
took off for L.A.

What did you do when
you got out here?

Uh, Mama got a job.

No, I mean, what
did you do?

Oh.

Well, I went on to high school,
and then to UCLA.

I also, uh, shined shoes
and waited tables

and tended bar,
and swept out a butcher shop.

Boy, I did a lot
of things-- I was lucky.

I wasn't an O.J. Simpson
or a Senator Brooke,

but I managed to work.

You know...

I never talk like this
unless I'm...

full of pickles.

No.
Peggy...

Floyd.

You don't know me,
and I don't know you.

We don't know
each other.

We know enough.

Hi.

Come on in.

Floyd.

Mannix.

I'm, uh, sorry to bust in
this way, Peggy.

Did you see Tellis?

Yes and no.

What does that mean?

Well, I'll, uh,
give you the notes

for the insurance report,
and then you'll know.

Now?!

Well, it is important.

Yes, well, I was just leaving.

I'll all you
in the morning, huh?

Serious?

I know it's fast,
but I like him.

I like him a lot.

So does Toby.

Ready?

Dominion
Insurance Company.

So-Cal robbery.

Investigation to
date confirms

suspicion that this
was an inside job.

While Coombs stated
that only he, Parks

and the Acme manager
knew in advance

that the alarm system
would be serviced

on the day of the
robbery, it is now clear

that there was a fourth party
who also had the knowledge

in time to notify the robbers
of said service.

It was Coomb''
practice

to send this fourth party

after perfume
to give

to Parks' wife,
Helen, every time.

Every time, Peggy.

But Floyd went for the perfume.

That's right.

Well, you're saying
he's the inside man.

He knew every service day
at least four hours in advance.

Coombs didn't realize
he'd set a pattern,

but Floyd finally caught on.

But he got shot.

A flesh wound's
a small price to pay

for what he'd get out of this.

Is that all you've...
you've got to go on,

that he went for some perfume?

I wish it was, Peggy.

So, what else?

I went to the airport to
check on the morphine.

The truck had
been moved.

I then went to
Tellis's place.

Uh, the morphine
was moved again.

What's that got to do
with Floyd?

Well, he was in my office
both times when I started out.

You know that.

And you think he warned someone
that you were coming?

What else?

I was with him every minute.

Every minute?

How long does it take
to make a phone call?

It's just supposition.

It's just circumstantial.

What about
the other employees?

What about Coombs
and Parks?

They just
don't figure.

Of course not.

They're white,
aren't they?

Oh, how could Floyd

possibly have anything to do
with a dope ring?

I don't know
that yet, Peggy.

But you'd send in this report

and ruin his entire reputation
for life?

Oh, well,
you write it yourself

because I don't
believe it.

I don't believe
one word of it.

I'm sorry, Peggy.

I'm really sorry, but
I think it's true.

And I'm gonna have to try
and prove it.

What's the
matter, Mommy?

What are you
doing here?

I'm looking
for Miss Emma-- and you?

Well, I... I-I do
for Mr. Brown.

I darn his socks and
sew on his buttons.

I'm a friend of
his mother's.

All right.

I'm his mother.

You're no
insurance man.

I'm a private investigator,
Mrs. Johnson.

What are you
investigating?

What has Floyd done?

I think he
was the inside man

at the So-Cal robbery.

No.

I think he got
a bright idea.

I think he asked you
to introduce him

to your boss, and your boss
bankrolled him.

It wasn't like
that at all.

I just got Floyd a job there
when he was in college.

He tended bar for
Mr. Maple's parties.

It may have started out
that way, Mrs. Johnson,

but it got out of hand.

Mr. Maple deals
in narcotics,

and I think your
son is with him.

Now, why don't you tell me
before the police come?

I didn't know it then.

Only later.

I read about the
robbery, and then, uh,

I put two and
two together.

And then I couldn't get
Floyd on the phone.

Oh, he's worked
so hard.

Please...

find him.

Stop him.

Where is he,
Mrs. Johnson?

I don't know.

Where's Mr. Maple?

I don't know.

You do want me
to help your son, don't you?

Mr. Maple's at a Rosary.

The Conrad Mortuary
in Inglewood.

Yeah, Peggy?

Um, it's about Floyd.

I'm with his mother.

Oh?

Now, if he calls, stall him.

If he comes back,
don't let him in.

I'm old enough to take care
of myself, thank you.

Hey.

I went home,
but I couldn't sleep.

Neither could I.

Did you finish
the report?

No.

We had an argument.

About what?

I don't want to talk
about it.

Would you like
some coffee?
No, no, come on.

Tell me.
I want to know.

I said I don't want
to talk about it.

But you're all shaky.

Now come on, get it
off your chest.

All right.

Mannix thinks you're the inside
man in the So-Cal robbery.

Well, uh, how could he
possibly think that?

Well, he has a theory
about you getting the perfume

and now hanging
around me to spy on him.

Spy on him?

You were there when he went out
to look for the morphine.

And he thinks you phoned
and warned somebody.

You mean when he came back
from Mr. Maple's house?

Yes, and the first time
when he went to the airport.

Floyd, his theory is all wrong,
isn't it?

What's your theory?

I want to believe you.

Whatever you say.

Then I say, let's
get married.

Right away.
Tonight.
Tonight?

We can go to Vegas
or Yuma.

Oh, but Floyd, we can't.

I mean, there's Toby
and my friends,

and your friends
and your mother.

My mother moved back
to Arkansas.

Oh.

No, Floyd, it's, it's too fast.

Peggy...

...don't keep me waiting.

I... I...

I need a moment to think.

I'll make some coffee.

Floyd...

...a moment before,

you said "when Mannix came back
from Mr. Maple's house".

So?

How did you know that Mannix had
been to Maple's house?

Oh...

well, uh, I heard
you talking.

But you couldn't have.

We discussed that at the office,

and you weren't there--
you were with Toby.

Well, then we must have talked
about it at Pickle Pete's.

We talked about everything else
but.

Floyd, Mannix is
with your mother now.

You are the inside man,
aren't you?

Peggy...

In fact,

this whole big whirlwind

romance has been
one big, fat put-on.

That's not true.

You were using me
to spy on him.

Why don't you
admit it?
Sweetheart...

Oh, stop that!

Stop lying!

All right, all right,
all right!

I did it!

Okay?

Why, Floyd?

Why?!

You had a good job.

You had it made.

"Made".

Promises.

Promotions.

Color no object.

A solid future.

I had it made.

So what did I do, huh?

I worked my fingers
to the bone!

I worked my head off!

For what?

Oh, there are promotions
all right, sure,

but not for me.

Three Whiteys passed me by
like I was tied to a rock.

Maybe they were smarter
than you.

No.

So-Cal only took me
on as a token,

a company Uncle Tom
with a desk up front

where the visitors could see me.

What kind of a career
is that?

Four years
out of college

and I'm still an errand boy.

Well, I figured out an errand
for myself,

and I ran it.

You'll never get away with it.

Why not?

Mannix can't prove
anything against me.

Unless you
back him up.

I have to back him up.

But, baby, it's us against them.

It's not a question
of black or white.

It's a question of right
or wrong.

Look, I'm getting a $100,000.

We can leave the country.

We can start a whole new future.

On what?

Pushing dope?

Do you know what
you're doing?

Kids use dope.

Kids not much older than Toby.

What kind of a man are you?

I'm a black man, baby.

It's no good, Floyd.

It's no excuse.

But it's just this one time,
Peggy.

No, Floyd.

No.

It could have been a good life.

You gotta understand.

Nobody's gonna stop me
from getting that money.

Nobody!

Mommy?

Mommy?

Where's Mommy?

Oh, uh,

she was tired,
Toby.

She went to bed.

Now you go to sleep,
too, okay?

I wouldn't hurt him--
you know that.

All done.

Finally.

You'll get caught
one day, Maple.

You're too greedy.

Just give me
the money.

We'll have
to hurry

if this is going to be
on that Atlanta flight.

Floyd Brown wants
to see you.

Who's Floyd Brown?

Inside man.

Show him in.

Oh, uh,

take a look outside
in case he's being followed.

What are you
doing here?

I came to collect my money.

You'll get your money.

I want it now.

Whose idea was this anyway?

Why do you want it, boy?

I just want it, that's all.

A hundred thousand
of that is mine.

What was the arrangement?

An account in a
Swiss bank when
things cool off.

That's sensible.

I'm getting out of the country
now.

You're going back to So-Cal
and be a big hero.

Why do you think we
shot you so carefully?

Look, I want my money!

Why, the boy's in a panic.

I got to catch a plane!

Well, you sound as though
the police was after you.

Or Mannix.

That's right.

And we've only got a few hours--
all of us.

So I'm taking
my money.

And I'm taking it
now!

He ain't going
nowhere.

Hey, Al, take
care of that.

It's got your
pension in it.

Floyd Brown's dead.