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If you're, uh, studying
the stars, Markos,

you've got that thing
at the wrong angle.

No, the sculptor across
the way hired a model.

I get to use her free.

Oh, don't make me
wet with your tears.

You know, if you need
any money, I'll give it to you.

Oh, charity, huh?

If you really want to help,
why don't you buy a painting?

Here. This one.

I'll even let you
name your own price.

No.

Would you give me $500?

You know I would.

Then why don't you
buy the painting?

Because I don't
like the painting.

I'll give you $500
because I do like you.

And, if you ever paint
a painting I do like,

fine, I'll buy it from you.

Markos, do you know that girl?

Who is she?

Hey, just a girl, Cal.

How-how do I get there?

Well, that's an alley
you're looking across.

The main entrance
is on Fourth Street.

Okay. You have to
go around Melton...

All right, where is she?

Who?

The girl that was just here.

You her husband?

Look, mister, she
was just posing.

You know this nut?

Yeah. What is it, Cal?

Several months ago, I
bought a portrait of that girl,

the one that was modeling here.

So?

It was painted by Renoir.

A hundred years ago.

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Ah.

It is not a coincidental
resemblance, Mr. Mannix.

The hair, the
face are identical.

Even the positioning of the mole

conforms within one
millimeter, I swear it.

When I saw that girl tonight...

A forged painting sounds
more like it's something

for the police or your lawyer.

Oh, I don't care
about the money.

Perhaps the insurance
company will take care of it.

I don't know.

You see, Mr. Mannix,

Calvin fell in love with
that beautiful young lady,

and he's been
mourning over the fact

that she's probably been
dead for over 50 years.

Now that he's found
out she's not yet extinct...

Sims, why don't
you just shut up?

Mr. Mannix, I hope that
you and your company

can keep this
matter confidential.

Chances are, this
girl is mixed up in it.

If she is, there's nothing we
can do to protect her for you.

Well, if those forgers are
good enough to fool me

and my experts, we're
obviously involved

with a multimillion-
dollar operation here.

The girl may be a witness.

My having spotted her may
have placed her in danger already.

All right, Norris,
we'll do what we can

to find her as
quickly as possible.

Now, it would help if I
had a few pictures of her.

I told you, I've
never met the girl.

How could I possibly
have a picture of her?

Oh, um, of course.

The danger to the girl aside,
which I really don't believe,

I suppose you're wondering
why I'm enjoying all this.

Is that what I'm doing?

You see, I wanted
that painting badly.

Fortunately, as it turned out,

Calvin outbid me,

and he got stuck with a phony.

Tell me, that sculptor
she was posing for,

couldn't he tell you
where to find her?

Mr. Lang was most uncooperative.

He said he'd never
seen the girl before.

She was brought there
by some other model,

and he couldn't even
remember who that was.

When you're finished there,
I'd like to borrow the original.

The, uh, the fake painting?

It couldn't be worth more than
a hundred dollars at the outside.

Whoever sold that to you is the
only person who stood to gain.

Brachfield Galleries?

Why, they're the
soul of integrity.

They even tried to prevent
my completing the purchase

because they could not guarantee

the authenticity
of the painting.

Well, that could be a soft
sell, reverse psychology.

Anyway, I'll check them out.

Huh.

Blowups of the girl's head.

Michaels did a nice
job on the retouch.

Can't be told from
portrait photography.

Yeah, and the painting
can't be told from the real one.

The gallery refused
to take it back.

Said sold as is,
with no guarantee.

So you've jumped
to a conclusion.

Joe, may I remind
you that Brachfield

has the reputation
of being as honest

as the Bank of England
and the US Treasury,

only slightly less
responsible financially.

Here you are, Mannix.

Every artist capable
of duplicating a Renoir.

Everybody paints.

Now, I'd better start
working on a sensible lead.

Oh, you have a better idea?

Yeah, I'd like to
get an even start

on whoever is
out to kill that girl.

Well, that's the advantage
of the computer is time.

Now, in just a few seconds...
Oh, come on, Parker.

By the time I went
through ten of those cards,

I'd get a call from the
morgue to identify the body.

Joe...

whom are you going
to punch in the mouth

to get the information?

Does it make any difference?

A big difference.

Because we're rapidly
approaching a point

where no insurance company
will handle our liability policy.

Well, I'll just try
not to hit anyone

who can afford a lawyer.

Yeah, do that.

Hi, Petey.

Hey, Mannix.

Stick around.

Five bucks... I'll
do your portrait.

Pay you ten.

Make it $25, I'll do it in oil.

Oh, I don't want a portrait,
I want information, Petey.

A client of mine got
stuck with a phony Renoir.

Come on, Mannix,

it's been a long time
since I did that kind of thing.

I'm not accusing you.

I want to know who did it.

Why make waves?

If anyone can add to the
limited supply of old masters,

I say good luck to him.

The trouble is, it
seems the police

have it down in the
books as a crime.

What crime?

Look, I, Petey O'Grady,

personally painted three Corots,

a Manet, two Seurats.

For this I should
get awards, medals.

Did I get a medal?

No. I got five to
ten on the Rock.

You know there's no sense
of values in the world anymore.

Look at that junk.

For this, I should get 20 years.

But this looks just like me.

This looks just like Lincoln.

I'm not complaining.

Well, how about it, Petey?

Look, Mannix, I told you,
I've been out of touch.

Well, get in touch.

At one time, you were
the best in the business.

Anyone running an art factory
would hire you in a minute.

Find out who wants you.

I did time. I'm staying legit.

I'm not asking you to take
the job, just apply for it.

Uh, here's a down payment.

Turn up anything,
I've got a client

who will commission a portrait.

In oil?

In mayonnaise, if you'd like.

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You don't have
to steal my stuff.

I sell cheap.

I'm looking for a girl

who modeled for you
earlier this evening.

You could have knocked
on the front door and asked.

A client of mine,
uh, tried that.

The word he used for you
was, uh, "uncooperative."

True.

What makes you
think I've changed?

I've seen it happen.

Change me.

A new medium for me.

I've never worked
in living flesh.

All right, now I'm going
to ask you again nicely.

Where do I find the girl?

Like I told you,
friend, I don't know.

How did you hire her?

One of my other models
recommended her.

I don't know which one.

You got a book on those models?

Names, addresses, pictures?

I don't got no book.

With a lousy memory
like yours, you must have.

You're breaking my
arm! You're lucky.

My boss wanted me to feed
you through the computer.

All right, I got a book,
but she's not in it.

Yeah, maybe not, but
her girlfriend would be.

The one you couldn't remember.

Now, try them all.

All right, all right.

Behind you, underneath
the workbench.

Get it!

Mind if I borrow this?

Do I have a choice?

You really want to
become a great painter?

Well, I've already
been to art school.

It didn't seem to help.

Hmm. What do you want?

Well, I'm looking for a
face with a special quality.

Uh, one that looks like that.

No, I don't know her,

but I'm only around
two nights a week.

Oh, uh, you mind if I
talk to your, uh, model?

No. It's coffee time anyway.

Pat, take five.

I heard.

Linda?

Hmm. Friend?

Why her?

Well, you see, I'm
painting a picture of a girl

in a field of flowers,

and I need a certain
feeling to finish it.

I saw her at a party...

That's where I
took this picture...

But none of the model
agencies seem to know her.

No, but she's not a model.

She's a painter, and she
just picks up some bread

posing now and
then for other artists

when things get tight.

Know where I can find her?

I have no idea.

She moves around.

Trouble?

No. It's the cheapest way.

One month's rent, and
two months' concession.

And when that runs out,
she finds another place.

Mm-hmm.

Well, do you ever hear from her?

Yes. She checks in quite often.

I steer her onto jobs.

Well, good.

Listen, uh, if she
calls you today,

would you send her
over to my place?

I'll be at home
all night painting.

Thanks.

Mm.

Mr. Mannix,

if she doesn't
happen to call me...?

Well, when she calls.

I'm at home most
every evening painting.

It's Linda or nothing?

Yeah. Well, for this one.

Okay.

Uh, come in.

Mr. Mannix?

Ah, you must be Linda.

I see Pat gave you my message.

We're working here?

Mm-hmm.

She said something about a...

a girl in a field of flowers.

Yeah, well, you see,

I've already finished
the field of flowers.

All I got to do is
work you in. Oh.

Been painting long?

Oh, it's just a recent hobby.

My doctor recommended it.

Oh.

How recent?

A couple of weeks.

Well, where do I undress?

Oh, the second
door on the right.

Mm-hmm.

That's where I thought.

Now wait a minute.

Did I say something wrong?

No, it's just the way
you hold your brush

and use those short
little insecure strokes.

You've never
painted before today.

Anyway, it was nice knowing you.

All right, Linda,
let's drop the game.

I'll stop pretending
I'm an artist

if you'll stop pretending
you're an innocent model.

What are you really,
Mr. Mannix, some kind of a nut?

No, some kind of
a cop. What kind?

There are only four...
Federal, state, city or county.

The fifth... private.

Well, what do you want with me?

I've gone through a
lot of trouble to find you,

and whether you know
it or not, you're in danger.

Huh! Only if I stay here.

You posed for a phony
Renoir that sold for a fortune.

If you talk,
someone goes to jail.

Now, look, you're going to jail

if you don't let me out of here.

Now, some guys think just
because a girl's a model...

The thought never
entered my mind.

Then what do you want?

Well, now, I don't want you
to take me wrong, but, uh,

if you'll just lift the corner of
your blouse on the left side.

I am taking you wrong.

Now, are you going
to let me out of here?

No, but like the other
four kinds of cops,

I respect the rights
of the suspect.

You can make a phone call.

You mean it?

There it is.

Oh, if you're
calling the police,

the nearest precinct
number is 555-1963.

Hello?

This is Linda Marley.

I'm at the home of Joe
Mannix, 2742 Canyon.

He says he's a
private detective,

and he refuses to let me leave.

Would you please
send a man over?

Thank you.

You really don't think I
called the police, did you?

No, I don't. I think
you called your friends.

Of course, that's
all right with me,

'cause without your help,

I'd have a tough
time finding them.

Come in.

This is Lieutenant
Collins, Mannix.

Don't try anything
stupid. We're coming in.

Are you the young
lady who called?

Yes, sir.

What's the problem?

Well, this gentleman,
uh, said he was an artist,

and asked me over
to model for him.

And when I found out he
wasn't interested in painting,

I tried to leave, and he
would wouldn't let me.

You've pulled some
beauties, Mannix,

but this one tops them all.

Why?

Protective custody, Lieutenant.

You know, they got places
for guys like you, Mannix.

You want to look
at pretty girls,

you go down there with a camera.

They don't even
care if you've got film.

Let's go, miss.

Uh, wait a minute, Lieutenant.

Now, this girl's in danger.

Really? Yeah.

She's mixed up in
some kind of art forgery.

Oh.

Attempted murder? Art forgery?

No arson?

I'm on the level, Lieutenant.

Okay, Mannix. You want
to tell me about the case?

You know I can't do that.

Now, at least give this
girl some protection.

You want protection, miss?

Only from him.

You heard the lady.

Yeah, but I didn't hear

what charges she's
preferring against me.

After all, I did hold her
here against her will.

You're asking for charges?

What's that going to buy you?

Her address. She'll
have to give it if she...

Oh, if you don't mind,

I'd just as soon forget
about the whole thing.

After all, there
was no harm done,

and it happens every day.

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You're a bungler, Mannix.

You let her slip away.

It was like finding a needle
in a haystack and I found her.

Now, I should
get points for that.

You're supposed to find
her; that's why you were hired.

Is that why?

I was beginning to wonder.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Last night my home was burgled.

The only thing they stole
was your phony Renoir.

That's incredible.

Yeah, it sure is.

Now, why would anybody
want a worthless fake?

Unless, of course,
you set me up for it.

Unless I did what?!

Well, you mentioned insurance.

No one's insured
against buying a fake,

but I'll just bet you're
heavy with insurance

on your real paintings.

Well, of course, but
the Renoir is worthless.

Is that what you're going to
tell your insurance company?

WICKERSHAM: Mannix.

Yeah, Lou, I know.

Lieutenant Collins called.

Also Burton Lang, a
sculptor you ran into last night.

He's considering charges
of breaking and entering

and assault and battery.

Yeah, well he had a bad memory,

so I just jogged it a bit.

His memory is fine; it's
his arm that's bothering him.

Yeah, well, why didn't
he turn me into the police?

And why didn't
Linda prefer charges?

You tell me.

'Cause they're all in this
thing up to their eyeballs.

Meet me in the computer room.

From here on in, we
handle this case by the book,

while we still have
a license to operate.

Well, it's recess time, Norris.

I must go play with
the company toys.

There you are; work
out your hostilities.

One thing we did
turn up, Mannix...

Linda Marley was
injured last night,

checked into a hospital, and
was released this morning.

Your computers turned that up?

Well, no, it was in
the morning paper.

Mannix.

Yeah, Petey.

Thanks, I'll see that
you get that commission.

Of course in oil.

Now we start using
the computers.

Someday you'll realize
that ten minutes in here

will save you two
days in the field.

I just saved the ten minutes.

A little man called me.

Let me tell you something, Lou.

One of these days I'm going to
open up an agency of my own,

and I'm going to make
cardboard mock-ups

of all of these monsters.

Then I'm gonna get me a bright
little man and stick him inside,

and I'll just bet you that I'll
get better answers from him

than you'll ever
get from all of these.

Joe, would you like a
practical demonstration

of what your little man
in the box couldn't do?

Parker, run a printout on tape
reel 16 of the Mannix dossier.

Since you're a field man,

I know you can't read the code,

so if you'll permit...

We opened a closet,
found a skeleton.

Three things, Lou.

Number one, what I did
was for a good reason;

somebody's life was at stake.

Number two, in case
you hadn't noticed,

the statute of
limitations has run out.

I can never be called
up to account for this.

You, uh, said three things.

Number three, I programmed
that into the computer myself.

The whole thing never happened.

Was he kidding, Mr. Wickersham?

I think he was, Mr. Parker...
but as he pointed out,

the statute of
limitations has expired.

Whatever you're
selling, I'm not buying.

Mmm, good, good, yeah, yeah.

Well, you haven't
asked me what I want.

A frame you don't want.

Or you'd be carrying a
picture for me to put in it, right?

Right.

I'd like to buy a Renoir.

A Renoir?

Now, where would I be
getting such a treasure?

Oh, I didn't say you have one.

I'd like one painted.

Renoir is dead, huh?

Yeah, well, that doesn't
seem to stop him from painting.

A friend of mine
just bought a Renoir.

I don't think the paint
was quite dry on it.

Why do you come to me?

Petey O'Grady recommended you.

O'Grady, O'Grady.

I-I don't seem to
recall the name...

Yeah, well, it's been
a long, long time.

You offered him a job today.

He says you specialize
in dead painters.

Hmm.

Your friend O'Grady must
be playing a joke on you.

I don't deal in anything
but, but frames.

Painting a Renoir, that's...

that's a criminal fraud.

A man has a right to protect
himself against a criminal.

A masterpiece, and
you've destroyed it.

Who painted that Renoir?

How should I know?

Now, look, I'll make
a deal with you.

We'll just forget who
painted that Renoir.

You get me the name of
the girl who modeled for it.

But how can I-I...?

Find a way.

Now, you've heard of Intertect.

We've programmed you
through the computers.

Day by day, we'll add to that,

and before you know it,

you'll be looking at your
future through barred windows.

But how can I tell you
what I don't know myself?

Dig me up the name of that girl,

and I'll wipe your
records off those tapes.

I'll try.

Believe me, I'll try.

You do that.

Oh, and one more favor.

What, what else, what else?

I'd like to use your phone.

Y-Yes, of course,
right, right here.

Mannix here.

Yeah, get me Wickersham.

Lou?

Any news from the tails?

Pender lost Lang.

Weaver followed Norris's friend
Markos to the Philharmonic Bowl.

He's still there, painting.

Anything else?

Yeah, something important.

That girl Linda is a pretty
close friend of Markos.

Well... my hats off to
your computers, Lou.

No, no, we, uh, used
the Mannix method, too...

Questions and answers.

Connors in our art
department knows Markos.

Yeah, well, listen, I'm
heading over to the Bowl.

Tell Weaver to
pull out of there.

I don't want it to look like
an Intertect convention.

Right.

Markos?

Markos... I'm frightened.

What did we do?

Hey, we did nothing, I told you.

I never posed for Lang before.

He never wanted me to.

It was a gag.

Mannix asked me
about the birthmark.

He was just fishing.

What for?

Honey, you just stay cool.

You haven't done anything wrong.

Hey, what is this?

Huh?

I don't know.

It's just that I feel something
terrible is about to happen,

and we can't do
anything to stop it.

Markos, I think
somebody's trying to kill me.

What?

When I was coming
home last night,

just as I walked under a
scaffold, something fell down.

Darling, that sounds
like an accident.

Hey, you're all right.

I promise you're all right.

I'll tell you what we'll
do; we'll take a trip.

We'll put some canvas
and some brushes

and some paints in a bag.

We'll go find where
Gaugin stayed.

Wait a minute.

After that, the Orient,
study Japanese art.

Where would you get the money?

Money?

We've got it.

Somebody owes me a bill,
and I'm collecting tonight.

You did do something wrong.

Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.

I, uh, I sold a painting
in a manner of speaking.

Oh!

I decided it was cold in my pad.

Love for my work just
doesn't keep me as warm

as a two-dollar sweater.

Oh, Markos!

Markos, oh!

Oh, Markos!

Markos!

Oh, Markos!

Get out of there.

Come on. Let me go!

Come on.

Let go of me!

Let go!

Will you let go of me!

Markos.

Let go of me! Let go!

Get out.

Will you let go of me!

Now, will you listen to me?!

I'm trying to help you.

You killed Markos.

Whoever wants
you dead is out there.

I'm going to go after him.

I want you to go back
to my car and stay there.

Stay out of sight!
Do you hear me?

I'm sure it was Lang.

Now, would he know
you recognized him?

I don't think so.

He did his best to
stay undercover.

You know, that birthmark
really bothers me.

Why is that?

Well, when Norris
saw her, she had it.

When I saw her, she didn't.

Well, maybe she
painted it on herself.

But why bother?

Why does anyone steal a fake?

Well, maybe they didn't know.

You know we've done
our best to keep this quiet.

Maybe they thought they
stole an authentic Renoir.

Well, what would
they do with it?

I mean, who would want to
buy a famous, stolen painting?

Oh, there are some
people who get a kick

out of the mere
idea of owning one.

If the Mona Lisa were
available right now,

and the buyer could
never admit ownership,

there'd still be a
few art lovers fighting

to buy it from the thieves.

Yeah, well, I'd like that list.

Thanks, Doc. Yeah.

What list?

The one you were
just talking about.

Private collectors
who are rich enough

to afford the Mona Lisa.

And, uh, crazy enough to buy it.

Now where would
I get a list like that?

I thought your computers
could do anything.

Oh, come on.

There are limitations,
Joe. You know that.

You've got one little machine
that can get me that list.

That one.

You gotta admit,

the computers
haven't been a big help.

I'll admit it.

I'll sign a notarized
statement to that affect

if you want me to.

However, I'd like to remind you

that we are a
nationwide organization.

We handle thousands
of cases a year.

And in each one of those cases,

including a couple of yours,

the computers have
been invaluable.

Rosskovsky? Mannix.

Payoff time for that favor.

Now listen, if you've got
your hands on a Mona Lisa,

who'd be your most
likely customers?

No, no besides the Louvre.

Yeah, just a minute.

Yeah.

Yeah.

With a C?

Okay, thanks.

Yeah, I'll get the
computers off your back.

What do you know.

Four names.

Guess who tops the list?

Sims, Norris's friend.

But he's one of the few people
who knows the Renoir's a fake.

Cal, welcome to the party.

Quite a turnout, Sims.

I didn't realize we had
that many art lovers

in our circle.

Any, uh, news?

They found the girl,
but she slipped away.

Lord, I hope
she'll be all right.

Lang, Lang, somebody
just shot Markos.

What?

Somebody tried
to kill me last night,

but I wasn't sure.

And I, I went to
tell him about it.

And then, then
somebody shot him.

You see who did it?

No, but,

but that detective,
Mannix, was there.

Lang, what did we do?

I'll get rid of Mannix.

You wait by the garage.

What happened?
Is anything wrong?

That girl you're
looking for, she's here.

You talk to Sims? No, not yet.

But the girl is
here. So is Lang.

All right, you know
what she looks like.

Find her!

Mannix!

What happened?

Lang.

What are you doing?

Get out of here!

Well.

Beauty is something that
should be shared, Sims.

I don't suppose there's
any use in trying to explain.

Quite a private collection.

A Segonzac.

Stolen at St. Tropez in 1961.

Worth, oh, $50,000.

Correggio's The Virgin

with St. Magdelan and St. Lucy.

The museum it was
stolen from valued it

at $200,000.00.

Yeah, Rouault.

That was on the
list Interpol sent us.

Disappeared in 1955.

How about these
others, Mr. Sims?

All stolen?

Well, never mind.

It won't take long to check.

Look, I happen to like art,

and I'm willing to pay for it.

Is there anything wrong in that?

I don't hurt anybody.

Most of those paintings
were stolen by the Nazis.

No one can really
prove ownership.

And one fake in a special vault.

Why? Riddle, Sims,
which came first?

The girl or the painting?

You see, Norris
kept his paintings

in a room built like a vault,

24-hour armed guard.

You wanted that
Renoir, didn't you, Sims?

The only way you could steal it
was to make Norris think it was a fake

so he'd take it
out of the vault.

Look, uh, each of us
has fun in his own way.

All right, I told a
painter friend of Calvin's

to find a girl who
looked like the Renoir,

fix up her hair and
the beauty mark

and arrange for
Calvin to see her.

It's just a practical joke
between friends, that's all.

Quite sure, uh, Calvin
won't press charges.

Marvelous.

We were looking for a real model

who posed for a fake painting,

but the painting was real
and the model was fake.

No wonder the computers
threw up their hands in disgust.

How much do you like
beautiful things, Sims?

I haven't hurt anybody.

More than life?

What are you talking about?

It's a joke, that's all.

Markos isn't
laughing; he's dead.

That girl you
used to fool Norris,

she was almost killed.

Wait a minute, I
wouldn't kill anybody.

I would.

The gang's all here.

What's this about Markos?

He said to give me his share.

You did kill him.

For this kind of money,

I'd have to carve
marble for a million years.

You a better shot than
you are a sculptor, Lang?

Not really, but at this range...

If you miss me,

you're gonna ruin an awful
lot of priceless art work.

Even if you hit me... No! Lang!

Hold it!

Where's the girl?

Waiting in the gardener's
shed like a good little bird.

You can stop running now, Linda.

It was Lang who shot Markos.

The trouble is over.

Did you find...

We found your painting, Norris.

You'll be happy to
know it isn't a fake.

Linda Marley,
meet Calvin Norris.

Calvin Norris, Linda Marley.

Joe Mannix meet Joe Mannix.

The pleasure is all mine.