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What's the problem, Peggy?

It's just a simple letter.

I'm trying to figure out how
to phrase your simple letter

so that you don't
get sued for libel.

Yeah, well, don't
make it too tactful.

Jerry!

Hiya, Peg.

Is, uh, Joe in?

Mm-hmm.

With his nose in
the football scores.

Joe, Jerry Henderson's here.

Jerry!

Hiya, Joe.

Everything okay?

Yeah, sure.

I was, uh, driving by,

and I thought I'd just
stop in and say thanks.

For what?

Some clients wanted
a private investigator,

I recommended a pretty
good one I happen to know.

Oh, Joe.

No, I was scraping bottom.

65 bucks in the bank.

So, uh, muchas gracias
for four paying clients.

Forget it. Hey, how is Helen?

Oh, great.

When I'm working, she's smiling.

She wants you to
come over for dinner.

You know, I could use
a home-cooked meal.

Well, how about Wednesday?

It's a date.

- See you Wednesday.
- Right.

So long, Peg.

Oh, uh, don't let that
gumshoe exploit you.

Do I have a choice?

Wednesday you've got a date.

Cancel it.

With a girl.

Win a few, lose a few.

Well, I guess my
Wednesday night is free.

What?

Nothing.

Did Jerry mention
anything we can go on?

No, he was tapped out.

He just stopped by to
thank me for steering a few

peephole cases his way
a couple of weeks ago.

You know, maybe he
wasn't a born winner,

but... it wasn't
because he didn't try.

I really liked
that son of a gun.

Guys in your end of the business
rub a lot of dirty elbows, Joe.

What do you mean by that?

Well, you said yourself
he was tapped out.

Maybe opportunity knocked,

he opened the door
for a little extra cash.

Dan, Jerry didn't
open that kind of door.

We never know, Joe,
even about people we like.

Anyway, I'm gonna
go check his books.

You want to tag along?

No.

No, somebody's got to tell Helen

her husband isn't
coming home for dinner.

20 years.

You think you'll get used to it.

You-you watch him load
his gun every morning,

and you think
you'll get used to it,

but you don't.

All you do is you-you wait for
one night someone to come in

and say, "He's dead.

He was working on a
case, and it killed him."

Helen...

if, uh, if there's
anything I can do...

No, Joe.

I'm all right.

I'm just, uh, tired.

That's all.

Forgive me, Helen, but, uh...

did Jerry ever say anything
about anybody gunning for him,

uh, somebody that
was out to even a score,

or maybe a case he was
working on that went wrong?

He kept his cases in the office.

He said that that's
where they belonged.

If I could lie down,
maybe I could,

maybe I could sleep.

Would you like me to stay with
you till your sister gets here?

Oh, no.

Thanks, Joe.

Hey, you got things to do.

Don't worry about me.

Helen...

whoever did it, I promise...

Joe, please, no.

Now, I don't want
you to get hurt.

Remember, if there's
anything... anything.

Have you got them, Peggy?

Here they are, Joe.

The four cases you
turned over to Jerry.

Not much, are they?

Not enough to get killed for.

Extortion, a two-timing husband,

small-time pusher and a guy
with a loan shark on his back.

Definitely not much.

You tried to help Jerry, Joe.

It's nothing to
blame yourself for.

Yeah, four cases I didn't want,

so I sloughed them off
on Jerry... charity day.

Charity day, suddenly, one
of them jumps up and boom,

he's in pieces and
Helen's out a husband.

Didn't have to be one of the
cases you turned over to Jerry.

A cop, public or
private, has enemies.

Yeah, but most of them don't
wire a bomb to your ignition.

Which one of these cases
called first for my services?

The extortion... A
Mrs. Diane Glover.

Beautiful.

I wasn't in enough trouble,
now I'm mixed up in a murder.

Beautiful.

You may not be mixed
up in it at all, Mrs. Glover.

I'm just running down the things

Jerry Henderson was
working on when it happened.

Oh, I'm mixed
up in it all right.

$5,000 worth.

Payoff?

Yeah, payoff.

What were you
being blackmailed for?

What is anybody
ever blackmailed for?

A mistake.

Look, Mr. Mannix,
I'm married to a man

who right now is
dean of a university.

And in a month, he may be
president of that university,

and there's
nothing in this world

to stop him from getting it,

except one little item.

Your mistake.

My mistake.

Far away, long
ago... my mistake.

13 years ago.

I was 17 years old and crazy
about making it as an actress.

I was dead broke.

Oatmeal for dinner.

That's how broke.

So I...

I grabbed
anything... to survive.

The "anything"...

well, it, uh...

it took place in a
small, dirty studio,

with a...

with a bed in the corner.

And the cameras
kept grinding away

for maybe an hour and a half.

So I-I ate.

I survived.

The film was never released.

At least, uh, not in a theater.

But somebody had the negative,

and somebody knew
that I'm now Mrs. Glover.

And the asking price is $5,000.

And, uh, Jerry Henderson
made the contact.

So he said.

He was supposed to deliver
the film to me tomorrow,

and I was, uh, I was going to...

I was going to sit here
in this room with a...

with a bottle of
chilled champagne

and watch that
piece of celluloid burn.

Well, uh, who did you
make the... film for?

You didn't ask the
producer's name,

or whether he'd ever
won an Oscar or not.

Well, uh, thank
you, Mrs. Glover.

If Jerry Henderson found
him and had it all set up,

I'll catch up to him.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

If you find him, step on him.

He'll probably go squish.

You know something, Joe?

It takes me longer
to get into a bathrobe

than out of a costume.

Bobbi, I need help.

Oh, who doesn't, Joe?

I've got a client that
was once an actress.

Yeah?

Tell me, tell me.

She famous?

Not exactly.

She made a film
once, in color... blue.

Oh, skin flick.

They're all over town, Joe.

Yeah, and the guy she
made it for is willing to sell it

for five grand, and
she's willing to pay.

Why?

She having her own
film festival or something?

Oh, the guy she's married to

is about to become the
head of a big university.

Aha.

So she did all right
for herself, huh?

Apparently, the guy
she made this film for

has been in the
business at least 13 years.

And my guess is
he's still in action.

Hey, Joe, some of these guys

have been around
a long, long time.

With, uh, blackmail
as a little sideline?

You're right.

That is a little
bit illegitimate.

Oh, uh, 13 years,
blackmail and blue movies.

Oh, I'd say that this guy's got

to be living pretty
high, right, Bobbi?

I mean, he ought
to be a real fat cat.

For sure.

Okay. Let me think.

It's not Manny, no.

Gypso.

Who?

Gypso Martin.

I did a quickie for him once.

You know what I
got? A bum check.

But the guy really spends, Joe,

spends much more than
he makes producing movies.

Uh, you're sure
about this blackmail?

This is not a nice man, Joe.

He would squeeze the last
nickel out of his own dead mother.

And, uh, where would
I find this Mr. Martin?

Uptown, when he's home.

Usually, he's at a
trap he calls a studio.

Which is where?

408 Shamrock.

Get everything, Charlie.

Right, Lieutenant.

What did Gypso have to
do with Jerry Henderson?

He was blackmailing
one of Jerry's clients.

Say, Dan, what
happens to all this film?

Nobody claims it, we burn it.

Somebody claims it,
we've got a suspect.

Or a dirty old man.

You know, Joe, the only
way this makes sense is,

whoever dumped Martin into
that vat had to hate him pretty good.

He also had to be pretty strong.

From the looks of the
scuff marks on the floor,

he didn't go into that
vat without a fight.

Any of your clients
that muscular, Joe?

Not the one he was blackmailing.

And who was he blackmailing?

A kid who used to
eat oatmeal for dinner.

Mrs. Forsythe?

Hi.

If I remember
correctly, Mr. Mannix,

the last time we met, I
got the distinct impression

divorce cases were beneath you.

Well, I, uh, was a little
overworked at the time.

And now?

I'd be more than happy
to handle your case,

Mrs. Forsythe, if
you still want me.

I'm sorry, but I'm perfectly
satisfied with Mr. Henderson.

It was in all the papers.

What was?

Jerry Henderson
was killed yesterday.

Killed?

Murdered.

I saw him only last Monday.

Mrs. Forsythe,

how far had he
gotten with your case?

Mr. Henderson, uh,

discovered that my
dear, devoted husband

keeps a penthouse apartment
at 621 Canterbury Way,

under the name of Markel.

621 Canterbury.

Mr. Mannix,

what I want from you is proof

that my husband is not
only unfaithful, but dishonest

and untrustworthy.

That could put a
stockbroker out of business.

It could also make a
judge more amenable

to a dissolution
of my marriage on,

shall we say, a more
suitable arrangement?

Mm.

Well, uh, it would help

if I knew something about your
husband's habits, Mrs. Forsythe.

There's not much to tell.

He's an early riser
because of the market.

At night...

Well, that's
something else again.

At least every Monday
and Thursday night

from 8:00 to midnight.

What happens then?

He plays poker with the boys.

Only the boys
don't know about it.

Going, darling?

Heavy schedule
tomorrow, sweetie.

Does she wait up for you?

Who?

Mrs. Forsythe, darling.

Oh.

Well... does she?

Any complaints?

Uh-uh.

Fun and games is all.

Next week, same time?

I'll be right here.

Mr. Forsythe?

Mr. Markel?

Do I know you?

The name is Mannix.

That doesn't tell me very much.

I'm a private investigator,
employed by your wife.

Oh.

Have I been
investigated very long?

I was hired this afternoon.

Oh, you're very
efficient, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, there was another
man on the job before me.

My wife must be spending a
lot of money to get rid of me.

Well, it takes money
to make money.

Could we discuss this someplace?

Any place you say.

Are you familiar
with the San Tropez?

About a mile west of here?

Perhaps we could have a drink...

and reach a
gentleman's agreement?

Fine. I'll follow you.

Afraid I'm gonna run out?

Where can you run?

That's true.

You lead a dangerous
life, Mr. Mannix.

Well, he wasn't gunning for me.

It's a lucky thing you
were there, Mr. Mannix.

It wasn't exactly luck.

Mr. Mannix is a private
investigator hired by my wife.

Oh.

Mr. Forsythe,

have you any idea
who'd want to kill you?

Well, if my wife is capable

of hiring a private
investigator, she probably...

No. No, she wants you
alive... and squirming.

But I don't have any enemies.

Oh, there are a few people
who may not particularly like me,

but murder?

Jonathan never hurt anyone.

I'm afraid my wife wouldn't
agree to that, Susan.

As I told you
earlier, Mr. Forsythe,

I was the second investigator.

The first was a man
named Jerry Henderson.

He was murdered,

and he was working on
a blackmail case, and, uh,

last night, the
blackmailer was murdered.

What connection
do I have with them?

Someone just tried to kill you.

Why?

Well, so far,

the only connection is
that you were involved

in one of the cases Jerry
Henderson was working on.

And so far, that seems to
be enough to get you killed.

Well, what do you suggest
I do about that, Mr. Mannix?

Uh, for a few days, I guess,

we'd better keep
you out of sight.

What do I do about my wife?

I'll, uh, call her

and give her a plausible story.

She's believe anything... bad.

My apartment's upstairs.

Peggy?

Peggy?!

Oh, I wasn't asleep, Joe. I...

You should have
been home hours ago.

Oh, it's okay.

Toby's spending
the night with...

Oh, I have a houseguest
for a couple of days, Peggy.

Jonathan Forsythe, my
secretary, Peggy Fair.

Mr. Forsythe.

I'll try not to be too
much of a nuisance.

Uh, Peggy, button up the office

for a couple of days,
nobody in or out, huh?

Right, Joe.

The bar and kitchen over
there, and the guest room is

at the top of the stairs on
the left, and I'm in the right.

Maybe I better
check into a hotel.

I hate to impose.

Oh, the room service is
excellent here, Mr. Forsythe.

Thank you.

Speaking of room service,
how about some coffee?

Fine.

Fill me in on what happened.

Well, I was questioning him,

and, uh, suddenly
out of nowhere,

came a car and
tried to run him down.

Just because he was
cheating on his wife?

Yeah, it is a little
extreme, isn't it?

Joe, I have a theory.

Go ahead. I could use one.

Well, all of Jerry's cases...

Extortion, dope,

adultery, loan sharks...

Yeah.

I guess, I did deal him
a pretty sleazy hand.

I think it's a psycho.

Who's doing the killing?

- Mm-hmm.
- Why?

Well, the cases are sleazy,
and the people are sleazy.

It's as if they're being
punished for being sinners.

Or it could be

that somebody is setting it up

so that it would look
like the work of a psycho.

I suppose so.

Someone that found out
about all of Jerry's cases.

What about Forsythe?

Do you think he's
safe to hide here?

Safe as anyplace.

What do you do now?

Well, there's, uh,

always one way
to flush out a killer.

Uh, set a trap.

What's the bait?

Me.

Anything happen?

Well, I spent the day
putting out the word

that I was taking
over Jerry's cases.

Now we'll just have
to wait till it sinks in.

How's our guest?

He's fine.

- Oh, Lieutenant Ives called.
- When?

Mm, about 2:00.

I told him, Joe.

Told him?

I told him you were
setting yourself up

in a shooting gallery.

What did he say?

Nothing printable.

Joe, I didn't sleep a wink.

I mean, advertising
for a bullet like that.

Stop worrying, Peggy.
I'll make Medicare.

Look, at 6:00, I want you to
put a shroud on that typewriter

and go home to Toby, huh?

I'll take care of Forsythe.

I could stay the night, Joe.

I can't afford the overtime.

We'll somebody should be here.

Peggy, anybody that
can afford to pay the rent

on two establishments
ought to be smart enough

not to open the
door to strangers.

Now, I'll tell him.

What if they shoot their way in?

That's exactly why I
don't want you here.

Now, third case.

Anton Wojeska.

Daughter OD'd,

owns a short-order
place on South Third.

Mr. Wojeska?

Jenny, take care
of the customer.

I'm not hungry. Thank you.

My name is Mannix.

You called me a
couple of weeks ago,

and I recommended a private
investigator named Henderson.

Yes, so I hired him.

Something's wrong?

Can we talk?

In the back.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You, uh, want some,
uh, cream, sugar?

Uh, black is fine.

How, uh, how come I
don't hear from Henderson

a whole week already.

Because he's dead.

A bomb in his car.

It was in all the papers.

Papers?

I don't read so good.

My kid, she...
used to read to me.

She went to school...
she... she read lots of books.

A bomb?

He was a pretty nice fellow.

Mmm.

What am I gonna do now?

Would you like me
to take over the case?

Well, on the
telephone, you told me

that you're too busy, you know.

Not anymore.

But I don't pay you no
more than I pay him, $462.00.

That's all I got in the bank.

Special rate this
week, uh, no charge.

No, no. Just, I don't
want no favors. No favors.

$462.00.

You get me the fella
who killed my daughter.

We'll, uh, discuss
the fee later.

What did Henderson say to
you the last time you saw him?

Uh, did he have a lead?

No. He talked with
my kid's friends

at the high
school, St. Ignatius.

Came up empty?

Same, like the cops.

Do you, uh, do you have
a picture of your daughter?

Sure.

Here. It's from two years ago.

She was very pretty.

Mmm.

Do you mind if I borrow this?

I want the fella
that killed her.

Drugs killed your daughter.

You find him for me.

I'll give him to the
police when I'm through.

Mr. Wojeska...

Five minutes, that's all.

I guarantee he don't sell no
drugs to no more kids, never.

Mr. Wojeska, now
you listen to me.

You let the law punish him.

Now, they don't
like pushers either.

You got a kid?

No.

Okay.

You ever go in a hospital...

and the doctor say,
"Is this your kid?"

and you don't
even recognize her?

Her whole face is blue,

and she's lying there,
just waiting to die.

That ever happen to you?

No.

Okay.

Five minutes.

I'm sorry.

I can't give him to you.

You turn your back on Wojeska?!

I'm not turning my back
on you, Mr. Wojeska.

I'm gonna talk to somebody

who might know the man
who hooked your daughter.

Hello, Mannix.

B.J.

Drink?

Talk.

Pick a subject.

She's the subject.

Pretty.

How old?

16 when she died...
from an overdose.

Kids.

I want the name of the
pusher who sold her the stuff.

Friend of yours
came in one night,

Jerry Henderson,

asked the same thing.

What did you say?

I said I never answer
stupid questions.

Is that a fact?

You know me, Joe, I'm ethical.

Down in the sewer.

Joe, we both work the sewer.

Except I'm trying to clean
up the stink a little, B.J.

Joe, money ain't got no odor.

The pusher I'm looking for

worked the high
school on the east side.

Very educational.

You handle any
of that action, B.J.?

I wholesale, Joe,
I don't deal to kids.

I want the name of that pusher.

No dice.

Henderson asked...

I'm demanding.

Joe, be reasonable.

Finger a guy in this trade,

they get very annoyed,
nervous, you know?

They stop trusting you.

B.J.?

I know, Joe.

I owe you.

I saved that lousy
skin of yours once.

You'd be in a box
out at potter's field.

Nobody would have claimed you.

That's a fact.

Pay up, B.J.

The note is due.

But a small-time pusher...

Why, Joe?

What's it to you
some kid overdoses?

She ain't yours.

Isn't she?

I pay up, we're even?

I don't owe you no more?

The account is square.

14 Bryland,

at the Regal Apartments,

Johnny Cleaver.

Behind you, Wojeska.

I thought I lost you.

Go home.

I can help you.

I don't need any help.

I stay... with you.

You find the man yourself.

Wait!

Two months I ain't slept.

I don't eat nothing.

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm like crazy.

Wojeska, you've gotta trust me.

Now, please, go home.

Okay, okay.

But you call me the
minute you find him,

no matter if it's day
or night or night or day.

Okay?

I'll call.

Marie.

That was my kid's name.

You okay?

I have felt better.

What were you doing here, Joe?

Well, I was paying
a call on a pusher,

name of Johnny Cleaver.

That was him on the floor.

I know. We've had
him in several times.

Well, I was downstairs,

I heard what sounded
like a fight and then a shot.

Who belted you?

I got no idea.

I, uh, came in,

thought he'd gone
out the window,

but he was still in the room.

He snuck up behind me.

Lieutenant...

Everything, Charlie.

Joe, what...

why is it that-that
every time we meet,

a body leaves the room?

Dan, I've got this feeling
you're on a fishing expedition.

Well, the captain's
jumping all over me.

I told you about the
cases Jerry was on.

But there might be a connection.

Might be?

Jerry Henderson is blown up,

Gypso, the
filmmaker, is drowned,

uh, an attempt on the
life of another client,

and this character is murdered.

And that's what bugs me.

I keep looking for a
nice, simple, plain motive,

but the whole setup looks
like the work of a psycho.

Yeah, that's what Peggy said.

What?

Psycho did it.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Dan.

Well, if it was a psycho,

then it's sin that
he's punishing.

Yeah, but he killed Jerry, too,

which means he's after
anybody that helps the sinner.

There's a message
in there for you, Joe.

Yeah, I think I got
part of it tonight.

Peggy, you are a jewel.

I just may try to steal
you from Mannix.

- Uh-uh.
- Peggy?

Up here!

He doesn't know how lucky he is.

Sure he does... I
tell him all the time.

Everything all right?

I was about to ask
you the same thing.

Well, the only encouraging
thing about today is that, uh,

no one ended up dead.

- Have you eaten yet?
- Just a little coffee.

Joe, I'm a stockbroker.

When you deal with numbers,
you have to think logically.

And fast.

The way I see it, the
answer is that these crimes

are being committed

by an illogical mind.

Well, so far the
psychopath theory

has invaded my secretary, the
police force and high finance.

But you're fighting it?

I'm almost ready
to join the crowd.

He'll fight it to
the bitter end.

Well, I do have one
more base to touch.

What's that?

Jerry's fourth case.

He was working
for a Mrs. Fredericks

whose husband's being
pressured by a loan shark.

I'm so worried, I can't sleep.

Hm. I don't think I
should be talking to you.

The last man who tried to
help my husband got murdered.

Next time it could be Harry.

Well, he won't be
hurt, Mrs. Fredericks.

Well, that's not
what those men said.

Which men?

They came at night, two of them.

They said that if he didn't pay,
they'd do something terrible.

Did your husband know them?

I don't know.

He didn't tell me.

But he was frightened.

I know he was frightened.

Where can I find
him, Mrs. Fredericks?

You sure nothing
will happen to him?

I'll do everything I can.

I told him gambling
would get him in trouble.

I told him, but he
wouldn't listen to me.

He never listens to me.

Mrs. Fredericks, where is he?

Well, maybe he'll listen to you.

He's at the Santa Monica
pier, the fish-and-tackle shop.

Harry Fredericks?

Mm.

Thank you.

There you are, sweetie.

- Mr. Fredericks?
- Yeah.

My wife, right? She told
you where to find me.

She's worried.

Broads... all they
ever do is worry.

You could be in
big trouble, Harry,

enough to cost you your life.

Hey, look, I don't
owe a dime to nobody.

It's the truth.

I hit big yesterday
on the races.

Cleaned up all my
markers... and I got $700 clear.

- Mm.
- Hey, uh,

the missus don't have
to know, does she?

Not unless you tell her.

I look like some kind of jerk?

How about the name of
the guy handles your action?

Pick one.

There's, uh, Phil...

Carl... Pauley...

Uh, there's a guy
calls himself Reno,

even though he
works out of Vegas.

Can you give me a
lead on the muscle?

Your wife said they
paid you a visit, Harry.

From out of town.

But I'm clean.

Why would they
want to kill me now?

Because you're on a list.

I told you, I paid up!

I'm off the list!

♪♪

Joe, are you sure
you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Stop
worrying, Peggy.

Is Forsythe there?

He's upstairs reading.

Good. Now, listen,
I'm gonna go back

and check on the one
item I may have overlooked.

- What item?
- His girlfriend.

Why, Joe? I mean, why
would she try to kill Forsythe?

She wouldn't; maybe
she's got a boyfriend.

Come in!

Put it in the kitchen.

Well...

you're not the delivery boy.

This is Jonathan
Forsythe's apartment?

The man who leases the
apartment is named Markel.

M-A-R-K-E-L.

And your name?

If that's enough to get you
out, it's Pauline Waverly.

Ah. That would be, uh,

P.W.

This is Jonathan
Forsythe's briefcase,

isn't it?

I know. You're a detective?

- Private.
- Thrilling.

All right, it's Jonathan's
apartment and his briefcase.

Satisfied?

Not exactly.

Exactly what would
satisfy you, Mr...

- Mannix.
- Mr. Mannix?

The answer to a question.

Now, who'd be interested
in killing Jonathan Forsythe?

I was wrong.

You aren't a detective;
you're a stand-up comic.

But Forsythe isn't laughing.

Somebody tried to
kill him yesterday.

Mannix...

are you trying to scare
me out of this towel?

You can check with
Jonathan, if you'd like.

He's at my place.

The number is 555-6644.

Maybe I'll do that.

Then again, maybe I won't.

Jonathan doesn't like
unexpected telephone calls.

Or girls who live alone.

Oh... you've met Susan.

I've met Susan.

Well, Jonathan's very generous.

It's really perfectly normal.

Perfectly.

I mean, why be old-fashioned?

I mean, if you've
got enough money...

And fortitude, baby.

Fortitude.

Mannix.

Joe, are you coming
back to the office soon?

Yeah, I'm on my way now.

Something wrong?

No, nothing.

I just wondered.

Okay, well, sit tight, Peggy.

I think I've come up with the
missing piece of the puzzle.

I'll be back in about,
uh, ten minutes.

You did that very well, honey.

Ten minutes.

Just enough time to
take care of Forsythe.

Peggy?

Afternoon, Joe.

Where's Peggy?

Oh, she's taking a nap.

Freeze, Mannix.

- Sorry, Joe.
- What did you do to her?

Take a look for yourself.

Just a touch of chloroform.

She'll wake up
groggy but feeling fine.

What happens now?

I've grown fond of you, Joe.

It distresses me
to have you killed.

How do you explain my
death here in the apartment?

I don't. Story goes like this:

Kenneth chloroformed Peggy.

You and I were kidnapped.

Mmm.

And I was killed
heroically saving your life?

For which I shall
be eternally grateful.

And Peggy?

Peggy?

I need her to testify
that I was here.

I mean, she tried to
warn me about Kenneth.

She really did.

Kenneth does
the killing for you?

I wanted it to all look like
the work of a psychopath.

I don't think the world's
going to miss, uh,

Gypso Martin or a small-time
dope pusher, do you?

Why Jerry Henderson?

He was very conscientious, Joe.

Unfortunately, he found
out about all four girls.

Four?

I only got up to Pauline.

Is that what made
you suspicious?

No. I never saw a man

with two identical
suitcases without a reason.

I figured one of them
must have had more in it

than a change of underwear.

Mm. Imagine such
an intricate scheme

being upset by
such a minor detail.

What's in them? Money?

Which the girls deliver from
Las Vegas, Miami, New York.

Hot money, which you cool
off through your brokerage firm.

- It's a living.
- All right, let's go.

He's the man with the gun, Joe.

Joe?

Up here.

All right, let's go.

I have the right
to call an attorney.

Make sure it's
a plausible story.

Take him downtown.

Well, you sure took your
own sweet time, Dan.

You said to hold up till you
were sure Peggy was all right.

I said a couple of
yards, not San Diego.

Well, next time,
uh, spell it out, Joe.

Peggy?

Peggy?

Come on, wake up.

Oh, my head.

It's chloroform.

- What?
- Chloroform.

Joe...

Take it easy.

Joe, there was a man with a
gun. He was after Forsythe.

Relax.

Well, is he all right?

Forsythe? He's fine.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

The police came, and, uh,
they're looking after him now.

I'm so glad.