All language subtitles for Mannix S02E16 Shadow of a Man

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Well, you're
a hero, Pete.

Museum's mighty happy
with the job you did.

If you hadn't
backed me up,

they wouldn't have
touched me with my record.

Forget it, it's a
brand-new ball game.

Where are
you parked?

Across the street.

Uh, Joe...

thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Why are you holding me
like that?

You know what this is?

Of course,
I know what it is.

Why were you trying
to use it on me?

You... you...
you mean...

I mean, you were trying
to kill me.

Why? Why?

Oh, God.

I don't remember using a gun.

I swear to you.

I don't remember.

I don't even
know you.

I'm a... a businessman.

Sanderson Corporation.

I am not a criminal.

You... you've got
to believe me.

Well, look...

I've got a...

a plate in my head
from Korea.

They said
it would be fine,

just be careful not
to get yourself hit on the head.

Fine, they said.

I... I remember
leaving my office.

But I... I don't know
how I got that gun.

And I... I...

I ended up over there...

crouching by those steps.

You see...

I was...
I was back in the war

on patrol.

Uh... then they spotted me,
and I'm running,

fighting my way out.

Look...

I can prove to you who I am.

I can show you.

You... you...

you've got
to be believe me, Mister...

Mister...

Mannix.

Give me a chance, Mr. Mannix.

Please... give me a chance.

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Nils?

I've been worried.

Barbara.

This is Mr. Mannix.

My wife, Barbara.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Nils will forget
to tell me

when he's going to be
late from business.

Well, this wasn't
exactly business,

Mrs. Sanderson.

No.

No, I nearly killed
Mr. Mannix tonight.

Honey, I'm sorry.

I went to Kaufman yesterday.

Dr. Marcus Kaufman.

I've been seeing him

because I've been getting
these headaches.

You know.

I didn't want
to worry you.

The nightmares, I know.

My husband has nightmares
about when he was in Korea.

He was a hero.

He's sick.

When he shot at you,
it was an accident.

You do believe that.

Yes, I believe that.

I guess I was
a little rough on you,

but that's because
of my trade.

I'm a private investigator.

I don't understand.

Oh, you, uh, pick up enemies
along the way.

It goes with the job.

Well, I guess there's
not much more to say,

except maybe, uh,
good night.

Mr. Mannix, you won't go
to the police, will you?

No... no.

Good night.

Suppose he does
go to the police.

Suppose he tells them.

Darling, you heard him.

Sure, I heard
what he said.

Maybe he's lying.

Nils, there isn't
anything else, is there?

What do you
mean by that?

Why did you say that?

You do keep things from me,
and I've never pried...

but is there any kind
of trouble?

Trouble? No.

Well, I'm having some
sort of a nightmare.

I... I took a shot at a
man, a perfect stranger.

Yes, I'd say I'm
having trouble.

Honey, I'm...
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.

I know, my darling.

I know.

That's Nils Sanderson,
Mr. Mannix.

Complete with silver plate

and intermittent,
violent headaches.

Anything else?

Nightmares.

An occasional
overwhelming hallucination

that he's back in Korea
in a combat situation.

I'm an internist.

I'm convinced
that it's not organic.

I've recommended
psychiatric help,

but Nils...
he's a stubborn man.

However, after what you say
happened last night,

I'll make sure
that he sees someone.

Dr. Kaufman, uh,

Nils Sanderson
was in Korea in combat.

If he has nightmares,
I'll buy that.

Does he keep
his old uniform, weapons?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix,
but it's quite the reverse.

He hasn't kept
any souvenirs,

much less weapons.

As a matter of fact,
he doesn't hunt.

He doesn't... well, he actually
hates any kind of gun.

I see.

Well, uh, thanks, Doctor.

Get me Mrs. Nils Sanderson.

Hello?

Barbara?

Yes?

Marcus-- why
didn't you call

after what happened
last night?

Oh, you know
about it?

Yes, Mr. Mannix
was just here.

And that's the truth about
Mr. Nils Sanderson.

What is?

Nils Sanderson,
president and owner

of Sanderson
Construction, Inc.

Resides in Bel Air.

Business in existence
for 14 years.

Very successful.

Grows each year

and commercial
reputation excellent.

Married Barbara Havermeyer,
eight years.

No children.

Travels a lot
and gives generously to charity.

Nice, solid citizen.

With one tiny problem--

he shoots at people.

What about the gun?

He's working
on that.

Bought the gun two weeks ago
for self-protection.

Prowler reports.

Well, that hangs together,
and the doctor checks him out.

Looks like the guy's legit.

Yeah, but the situation isn't.

You want me to check out
that prowler report?

Yeah, take a stab at it.

All right.

He's really trying
to make a comeback.

I think he's gonna
make it.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Well, yes, he's here.

It's Mrs. Sanderson,
and she sounds awful.

Yes, Mrs. Sanderson?

Why did you do it,
Mr. Mannix, why?

Do what?

You promised
us that you

wouldn't call
the police.

Well, I didn't.

Well, then, why
are they here?

Why have they got Nils
barricaded in the house?

Why, why?

For the last time,
throw down your gun.

Mr. Mannix!

George, what brought
all this on?

Uh, we got a
telephone complaint.

Sent a car
to check it out,

and our friend there
took a potshot

at Officer Ortega.

Where were you,
Mrs. Sanderson?

I was coming back
from the market

to pick him up
to go to the doctor.

The police wouldn't
let me into the house,

so I had to go to a
neighbor's phone to call you.

Look, my husband
is a sick man.

He panicked
when he saw the police.

Look, uh...

Probably figures
that you called them.

He won't let anyone
near the house.

I'm working on a case

for Mr. Sanderson.

Maybe he'll talk to me.

Sanderson,
this is Mannix.

I see you, Mannix.

I see you.

I want to talk to you.

No!

Remember, you've got
a lot to lose.

I've got nothing to lose,
nothing!

Sanderson,
I'm coming in.

Mannix, I said no!

Joe, I can't let
you go up there.

Just hold
your fire, George.

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Hold your fire!

Gas grenade.

Mannix, stay out
of here, I told you!

Get away from here!

Sanderson, listen to me!

I've been working
on our problems.

I think there's an answer.

Answer? You broke your promise!

Then why do you think I'm here?

You broke your promise!

The place is crawling with cops!

Sanderson...

listen to me.

Mannix...

Mannix, I'm
warning you.

Go ahead.

Go ahead, make up
for missing me last night.

I explained all that.

Yeah, you told me
a lot of things.

I've got to admit, so far,
all the details check out.

Oh, you believe me now,
is that it, huh?

No, you tried to kill me.

No matter how
respectable you are.

I told you, I thought
I was back in combat.

I was in Korea, too.

You didn't come at me
like an infantryman.

You stalked me like a
sniper shooting from ambush.

You stalked me, aimed at me,
you shot at me! At me!

There's going to be an
investigation, Sanderson, now!

Whatever it is, it's
going to come out.

There'll be nothing!

I know you tried to kill me.

But I think you were pressured.

I think
somebody put you in a vise.

Who? Why?

No one!

Then how did you miss me
at 30 feet?

Conscience?

That's far enough!

Sanderson, listen to me!

I know you were pressured.

If I didn't call the police--
and I didn't-- who did?

Who else knew?

I don't know!

Who wants me dead?

No one!

No one wanted you dead, no one!

Now, why don't you tell me
the truth?

The nightmares--

they're true.

But you're right.

There is something else.

I tried to kill you last night

to keep it quiet.

Keep what quiet?

A piece of history.

I'll... I'll show you.

All right, let's
have it again.

The shot...

came through this window

from down there
in front.

You're telling me
an officer shot him?

Can you tell me no?

My men had orders not to fire
except in self-defense.

And they're not
trigger-happy, Joe.

An autopsy
should settle it.

Yeah, while the publicity
tars our image a little.

That's why
you're overpaid.

Well, there's got
to be some penalties

for that plush
policeman's life.

How were you involved
with Sanderson?

There was something in his
past he wanted cleared up,

but I never did find
out exactly what.

Whatever it was, it's not
going to bug him anymore.

Where's Pete?

On the job in
your office.

Pete.

Hi, Joe.

Um, I checked out
the prowler report.

There were some complaints
from the other residents,

but, uh, nothing definite.

And I asked around
about Sanderson.

Nothing.

The guy rings no bells.

Yeah, he caused a riot,

stood off a squad of police,
and got a bullet in the back.

Some kind of a nut!

No. The man
was cracking up.

Somebody squeezed him
until he was...

ready to get out by killing me.

How can a man get
to hate that much?

Well, I can tell you.

Now, wait a minute, Pete.

I thought we had that settled.

This is a whole new ball game.

Sure, sure, but a year ago,

I was mad enough to kill.

After the hearing,
when they lifted my license.

A man sits in a lousy room

with a table and a
chair and a bed,

and stares
at the wall.

I needed somebody to hate, Joe,
and you were it.

Because I had something to do
with your losing your license?

If I'd had a gun,

the day you
walked in on me...

You wouldn't have used it.

Well, maybe an old shoe.

Oh. Sanderson didn't hate me.

He didn't even know me.

Now, somebody pressured him

into committing
premeditated murder.

Look, Pete,

check out Sanderson
over the past few months.

I want to know everybody
he knew, everybody he talked to.

Right.

Good-bye,
Pretty Peggy.

Good-bye, Pete.

You don't think
I ought to be using Pete?

I didn't say that.

He took a bribe,
and he paid for it.

I'm sorry.

I guess, it's
just my hang-up.

But I had a husband
on the force for 12 years

without even taking a...
an apple.

And all he ever got
was a bullet.

Peggy, Pete's trying
to work it out.

I know. I know.

Like I said,

I guess it's my hang-up.

Hi, Peggy.

Well, how's your son?

Growing up.

Yesterday, he called
the school crossing
guard "the fuzz,"

because he had to
wait for traffic.

Well, he's ready
for college.

I-I'm afraid so.

Anything new?

Well, I'm going out
to the Sanderson place.

Thought you might want
to come along.

Yeah.

Ciao.

We've calculated the trajectory.

The bullet that killed Sanderson
was fired from over there.

Now, the gun must have
had a silencer on it.

No one heard the shot.

Behind the hedge, huh?

Fit's the angle exactly--

right into the study
and right into Sanderson.

Using a standard police .38.

Well, whoever it was
didn't leave a trace.

We've got nothing.

Now, that's
confidential.

Have you got anything
on Sanderson?

A normal, reputable citizen
for 41 years.

Then he went ape
for an hour and a half.

We haven't a notion why.

What about, uh, Mrs. Sanderson?

Well, she came back
to the house.

A nice woman,
but she doesn't like us.

Her husband's dead, and we can't
tell her how or why.

I don't blame her.

I thought
you cops got calloused.

I'm working on it.

Well, that's it.

I'll, uh, find my own way
back, George, thanks.

Okay.

Mrs. Sanderson,

may I come in?

Why?

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Sanderson.

Everyone's sorry.

Your, uh, husband
told me something

just before he was, uh...

Shot?

Just before he was shot,
Mr. Mannix.

It's all right,
you can say it.

He told me two things.

First, he admitted
trying to kill me.

I don't believe you.

Mrs. Sanderson, I'm not
accusing him or slandering him.

I'm just telling you.

Why? Why would he
want to kill you?

Well, that's
the second thing.

Somebody blackmailed him

into becoming a weapon
against me.

That somebody
murdered him.

That was the police!

No.

No, I talked to the lieutenant
in charge, Mrs. Sanderson.

There was
an investigation.

No policeman fired
that shot.

If it wasn't
the police...

then who?

I don't know.

He was shot
before he told me.

But maybe we can find out,
Mrs. Sanderson.

He stood at this window
for a minute,

looking down at the police.

Then he took a step
toward that wall

as if he were going
to show me something.

Do you know what?

I can't imagine.

Unless... Well, there
is a safe in that wall.

Nils had it put in when
we moved into the house

for his private papers.

I don't even know
the combination.

Would anyone have it?

I don't think so, no.

Nils kept his business
deals pretty much apart

from our life together.

Maybe it was my fault.

He made a lot of money.

I never asked any questions.

Would you give me permission
to have that opened?

Yes, of course.

Surelock, Model 233-M,
ward-guarded.

Guaranteed against
heat, corrosion,

and unauthorized
tampering.

Can you open it?

It will be interesting,
touch of old times.

You were a safecracker?

Madame, I never cracked
a box in my life.

I opened them.

Educated skill,
not brute force.

Mr. Hotchkiss was the best
safe man in the country.

In the world, if I
may be so immodest.

Now he's working as a consultant
to a safe manufacturer.

Frankly, it doesn't pay as
well, but the hours are better.

And for a three-time
loser, it's more relaxing.

You really think he can
work out the combination?

Generally speaking, yes.

Hotch, you're a menace.

Thank you.

There'll be no
charge, Joseph.

It's all right.

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Who are they?

That's Nils.

They must be people
he met in Korea.

"Kim Huh Suk, 1951."

Oh, yes, Kim Huh Suk

was a fairly
well-known official

in our government
years ago.

Finance Ministry.

Where could I contact him?

He's been dead
since the war,

he and his wife.

A tragedy.

Since the war?

And yet you recognize
the name immediately.

Oh, yes, it's
fresh in my mind.

The daughter,
Miss Joy Suk,

came to the United States
only a few months ago.

And of course, our office

saw to it that
she felt at home.

Then she's here?
Yes.

UCLA graduate student.

But she was a child when
this picture was taken

and her parents died.

It's highly possible that
she would not remember it.

Hmm. Well, thank you.

Miss Suk?

I'm Joy Suk, yes.

My name is Joe Mannix.

I wonder if you
could spare a minute.

It's important.

Hmm, yes.

Do you recognize
this photograph?

That was my father,

and mother and myself
a long time ago.

I'm sorry if I upset you.

Do you recognize
the American soldier?

Yes, of course.

Sergeant Sanderson.

Nils Sanderson.

A good friend.

Also dead.

How did you know that?

Everybody knew.

He died 16 years ago,
in the war.

I was only
six years old then,

but I remember.

Some of it, I
remember too well.

Tell me about
Sergeant Sanderson.

He was billeted
in our home

when he was
on duty in Seoul.

He lived with us
for nearly a year.

Uncle Nils.

You'll never know
how hard it--

that name was
for a Korean to pronounce.

We were happy.

He was protection
and we became friends.

He took me with
him sometimes.

He gave me this

the morning he left
to go back to his company.

He said good-bye
to my mother.

Then he went to my
father's office

and said good-bye to him.

That was the last time
any of us saw him.

Then he, uh,
rejoined his company

and went into combat?

And he was killed.

I didn't receive word of it,

until... after my parents
were killed.

The letter finally got to me
at the home where I was sent.

I kept the letter
for a long time.

I didn't have much
of my own left then, you see?

Your parents were killed
in the war?

No.

My parents were murdered.

Would you mind
telling me about it?

My father was
an important official

in the Finance Ministry.

His office received

a shipment of gold
from the North.

It was very late,
so he brought it home

to keep for the night.

I heard the sounds.

A hammering sound first,

then muffled voices.

Screams...

Then shots.

My door was locked.

When it was finally opened,
it...

it was the police to tell me
that...

my father and mother
had been murdered.

I'm all right.

It was 16 years ago.

It's just still
very real.

The gold was, the gold
had been stolen.

So the police searched,
but to find thieves

in Seoul in the wartime...

That was when I was
sent to the home.

That, um... letter notifying you

of Sergeant Sanderson's death,
do you still have it?

I'm sorry, I do not.

But I remember it said

he died in action
"a brave man."

He died in California
this morning.

That is impossible.

I'll admit,
it's strange anyway.

You must be wrong, Mr. Mannix.

Would you help me find out?

I may have a surprise
for you, Joe.

I'm not sure.
Yeah? What's the surprise?

The name Sanderson.
I got a look at the list

Peggy made up
of his business connections,

and a bell rang.

Remember Morgan Petrie?

Yeah, vice president
of Monet Enterprises,

the man who bribed you.

That's right,
and cost me my license.

Well, after your testimony
on the case,

there was a lot of bad publicity
for Mr. Petrie and the company.

The company's
recovered nicely, though.

They just acquired
a theatrical supply company.

They're even expanding.

New building to be done

by Sanderson
Construction Company.

Nils Sanderson
and Morgan Petrie.

Petrie often works late
in his office.

He'd be there now.

You keeping a file
on him, Pete?

Well, he paid me
money to do

some dirty digging for him
and I got busted for it.

He's still riding high,
fat and happy.

So if you can nail him...

Well, I never said I was
a hundred percent nice guy.

Well, on that scale,
Morgan Petrie

would measure out
about zero.

Sure, I remember you,
Mannix...

with no pleasure at all.

Why did you agree
to talk to me?

Curiosity.

You once did me
a great deal of damage.

You don't appear
to be mortally wounded.

I'm still an executive here.

But it's a dead end.

I'll go no farther.

In Morgan Petrie,
we do not trust.

That's a sort
of death sentence.

I hold two men responsible:

you and Pete Collier.

Why are you here now?

I wanted to ask you if you know
a Nils Sanderson.

Sanderson Construction.

Yes, they've worked for us
for years.

It's a good, solid outfit.

It's too bad
about what happened.

How do you know
anything happened?

Modern invention,
I have a radio.

What was your relationship
with Sanderson?

Is that really important to you,
Mannix?

It's important.

Well, in that case,

I'll see that you don't
get at our files,

and I want you
out of my office, now.

If Morgan Petrie
had nothing to hide,

then why wouldn't he let you
look at the files on Sanderson?

Why?

Old hatred?
Dog in the manger?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Joe, let me try
for a look at those files

through the back door.

Okay, Pete, give it a try.
Right.

Well, good morning.

Good morning.

Miss Joy Suk,
Peggy Fair,

Pete Collier.
Hello.

Would you like
some coffee?

Yes, thank you.

She can play on my
tennis court any day.

Pete...

Now remember,
cool and cautious.

They won't lay
a glove on me.

I read the story
in the newspapers today

about Nils Sanderson.

Why would I get
a letter 16 years ago

saying he was dead?

That's what we're going
to try and find out.

"KAYMAG," Liaison Detachment.

One Sanderson.

Nils A.,
Staff Sergeant.

Yeah, that's him.
Was he wounded in combat?

Not wounded,
jeep accident.

Skull fracture.
He was discharged

at Letterman Hospital,
San Francisco,

12 September, 1952.

"Liaison Detachment."

Does that mean he was working
with a Korean Military unit?

A guard battalion.

Seoul Administrative
Headquarters.

Where my father had his office.

Sanderson must have known
about that gold shipment.

You're not thinking that he...?

That gold could have given
Sanderson a head start in...

1953, March.

Nils Sanderson came here
to the bank to see me.

He was out of service,
oh, maybe six months.

He looked good,
and he made sense.

I mean, he'd planned
in detail how he

intended to set up his
construction business.

And you agreed
to help finance him.

Well, we're in the business
of making loans.

Of course he had
some capital of his own.

Was that in gold?

No private citizen
may traffic in gold

in the United States,
Mr. Mannix.

Yes, I know.

I also know that

a private citizen can get
around that prohibition.

Did Sanderson?

That's not for me to say.

The grand jury then.

Is it that serious?

Yes, it is.

Well, without
disclosing any confidences,

I might note that it
could be possible

to deposit gold
in a foreign

country, and then transfer
the funds to an American bank.

In Sanderson's case, how much?

$30,000.

Pete? No,
he hasn't called in yet.

I want to reach him
as soon as possible, Peggy,

so keep trying, huh?

I'm sorry.

Uncle Nils was one
of the good memories.

That's a lie!

Why would I lie, Mrs. Sanderson?

I don't know you.
I have nothing to gain.

And I've already lost all...
all I had to lose.

What do you think
you're doing to me,

making my husband a monster?

We've got to find out
who might have known

about what happened in Korea.

Nobody.
Because it didn't happen!

Father and Mother were killed.

Not by Nils!

Then explain the nightmares.

Explain a crime so ugly
that he'd rather commit murder

than have it revealed.

Mrs. Sanderson,
he tried to kill me

because somebody
knew he had

killed Joy's
mother and father.

Can I get you something?

There's brandy in the...
in the dayroom in back.

Please, could you...?

Who was it?

I can't be sure,
but I think I know.

Use the phone and
call the police.

It's cut.

There's a light in
the glove compartment.

Plug it into that
cigarette lighter.

Now keep it trained
on that truck!

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Get to a phone. Call the police,
but warn them he's got the girl.

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Untie her.

Untie her!

The grieving wife.

No one followed
us up here.

We're safe.

No alarms.

You don't look surprised.

No, I'm not, Pete.

You gave yourself away pretty
badly this morning when Joy Suk

walked into
my office.

You said, "She
can play on my

tennis court
anytime."

Now, how did you
know she played

tennis unless you
had been watching
us at UCLA?

Oh, I always said
you were good, Mannix.

Yeah,
but I hadn't figured her.

Well now, Sanderson
had a lot of beautiful

insurance, you see,
and a beautiful wife.

Pete and I
made a bargain.

My psychotic
husband for you.

And I suppose you found out
about Sanderson

when you were working
for Morgan Petrie.

Yeah. Petrie was going
to use Sanderson

for a construction job,

so he hired me
to check him out.

Well, I checked him
all the way back to Korea,

and that's where
I hit pay dirt.

See, when a man comes
out of the Army

and opens a bank account
with $30,000,

you wonder how he got it.

Well, I found out,
and I owned him.

And you were
lucky, Mannix,

the way Sanderson
came apart.

You'd think a man
who'd killed two people

could kill a third.

You really hated me
that much, huh, Pete?

Yeah. Yeah.

I want you dead.

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