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♪♪

What have you got, Charlie?

Female Caucasian, age 25 or so.

Identity unknown.

Let's see her

Do you know her, Lieutenant?

Harry, call Joe Mannix.

Tell him to see if he can get
down to the morgue right away.

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I'm sorry I'm late, Joe,

but the freeway was
bumper-to-bumper.

Most employers would
dock your pay a full hour.

I'll only deduct,

um...

37 minutes worth.

Did I miss anything important?

As a matter of fact, you did.

Your Aunt Sally rang.

Uh, supermarket says, they
haven't got a rack of lamb.

Would a leg do?

Oh, and some, uh, sexy-voiced,
uh, number called Candy

wants you to phone her
as soon as you come in.

She thinks she may have left
her sandals in your bowling bag.

Joe, I said I was sorry.

Yeah? Well, repeat
that with a cup of coffee.

Oh, what's that on your desk?

Yeah, well, mine always
tastes like aviation fuel.

Well, at least I'm
indispensable at something.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he is.

Just a moment, please.

Sergeant Asher.

Yeah, Sarge.

The morgue?

Well, did the, uh, lieutenant
say what it was about?

Uh, look, is he handy?
Can I talk to him?

I see.

Okay, I'll meet him there.

Yeah, right away.

Something wrong, Joe?

I don't know, Peggy.

I don't know.

♪♪

I thought I was right
but I couldn't be sure.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Yeah, I know, Art.

I, uh...

can give you her address...

The last one I had.

Could be out of date now.

We can get that later.

Yeah.

That particular
stretch of beach...

I sure hate to count the times

Carol and I used
to go down there.

Of course, washed in like that,

whatever happened could've
happened miles away.

Come in.

How are you, Joe?

What have you got, Sam?

Drowning, apparently.

Only a preliminary
report, but, uh,

we assume it occurred
within the hour of immersion.

We set her death at some
time on Monday the 17th.

Three days ago.

Yeah.

A small amount of water in
her lungs... couple of c.c.'s...

And quite a bit of
alcohol in the blood.

Stuck to her lifestyle
right down to the wire.

Scotch and water...

light on the water.

Joe, I thought both of you

closed the door
on that a year ago.

We did.

Is that all, Sam?

Except an opinion.

It looks to me like she meant
to close the door on everything.

A few bruises, of
course, but they're usual.

Otherwise, no
signs of foul play.

Just walked into the water?

- Or jumped.
- Could be.

Wrong.

I knew a little about
her death style, too.

Neither one of those
would've been part of it.

Leaving what?

How do you know
she wasn't pushed?

Joe, don't read something
between the lines.

She was an expert swimmer.

She knew her strength as
well as she knew that ocean.

You can't even say positively
she died from drowning.

I told you it was only
a preliminary report.

Yeah, well, I'll wait
for the next installment.

In the meantime, I'll do a
little lab work of my own.

What have you got to go on?

An ingenious little
device that starts ticking

the minute something
rings phony.

It's located right here

and it's ticking.

I finally tracked down
her last address, Joe.

She was sharing an apartment

with a girl by the
name of Linda Loman.

Good.

Let's see what Miss
Loman can come up with.

If there's anything
to come up with.

You know, Peggy, sometimes
you sound just like Art Malcolm.

It's just that the
Carol Lockwood I met

seemed like the kind of a
girl that could handle herself

in almost any situation.

Outside of herself, that is.

Well, what I
mean, Joe, is that...

I don't think there was any girl

that could've been
more in love with you.

It's just that she
couldn't settle for that

and went on to reach for more.

Yeah...

Yachts, diamonds, and...

menus in French.

And that's just about
what she went on to.

And Dana Royal certainly
could supply them.

Only Dana Royal isn't
exactly the forever type.

Three or four months

on the merry-go-round
with a tycoon,

and, uh, the music
stops and no brass ring.

The question is,

where did she
grab the next ride?

Peggy, uh, give Malcolm a call.

See if he can meet me at
the Loman girl's apartment.

Right.

An enemy?

Carol?

At least none that I knew of.

Had you, uh, noticed
anything different

about Carol lately?

No.

Nothing at all?

Uh, no broken dates?

No money problems?

Uh, no visits to her doctor?

No depression?

No talk about... doing
away with herself?

Anything but.

You'd think she was
on top of the world...

judging from her note, anyway.

A note?

What note?

We always leave
each other notes.

I mean, we did.

It was waiting for me

late Sunday night
when I got home.

It's the last word
I've had from her.

Could we see that
note, Miss Loman?

Oh, yes. Of course.

"By the time you get this,

I'll be, as the saying
goes, all at sea."

She wasn't kidding, was she?

"Anyway, I'll be back at sea

"and fishing for the
biggest catch of all

with guess who."

And did you guess who?

Well, I know who
it sounded like.

Only I thought that was
all over with months ago.

You mean Dana Royal?

Well...

thank you, Miss Loman.

Oh, uh, if anything
else should occur to you,

you'll give me a
call, won't you?

Oh, yes. Of course.

She was just guessing, Joe.

Yeah, well, it's at least
worth a few questions, isn't it,

a little conversation
with the great man?

What, a girlish note with
a "guess who" riddle in it?

Is that your idea of a hot lead?

Art, do you know Dana Royal?

Yeah, I know him.

What do you think of him?

I mean, uh, not
talking as a cop.

Well, if you put it that way,

I think the wrong
body got washed up.

Okay. Then what's the harm?

All right, I'll talk to him, but
only because I'm thorough.

I don't think I'm
gonna find anything.

Yeah, I know Dana Royal,
Joe. What about him?

Well, I was wondering
if he had a fishing rig.

The guy's got a regular fleet.

Everything from
a dinghy on up...

Speedboat, racing
sloop, converted P.T.

Well, I was mainly
interested in a fishing rig.

Well, that's a
30-foot deep V, glass,

twin inboards, top of 40 knots.

A whole lot of boat.

I was also interested in
its comings and goings

in the past few days,

like, uh, who he had aboard.

You think you might
ask around for me?

You on a case, Joe?

Could be.

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We aren't the only ones
who can't reach Dana Royal.

He missed a stockholders
meeting this morning,

and his partners are
pretty uptight about it.

Then why aren't you?

Make something incriminating
out of it, and maybe I would be.

Sensitive bellies don't count
for a thing around here, Joe.

What have you got
on the girl, Sam?

Your message mentioned
some new findings.

Right.

For one thing, it seems

she suffered a little
more than a few bruises.

Like what?

It turns out, she
had a fractured skull.

Don't make too
much of that, Joe.

We isolated a singed
area of her clothing,

and we got some traces
of gasoline from the fibers.

At first, it shapes
up like an explosion,

in which case,

the fracture could've been
caused by flying metal.

Excuse me.

Lab. Wyman speaking.

Yes, he is. For you, Joe.

Hello.

Al Grady, Joe, about Dana Royal.

Well, he tanked up his
deep V at the gas dock,

about dawn on the 17th.

No sign of it since.

Yeah, you might
also like to know

that he had a girl with
him when he shoved off.

Beautiful, redhead?

Right on the button, Joe.

Uh, one more thing.

Thanks a lot, Al.

The Coast Guard has a
sea-air search underway

for Royal's fishing rig.

He took it out all right,

and Carol was with him.

Well, judging
from that report...

Explosion, flying metal...

I guess we can figure
out what happened.

Boat blew up,
both of 'em aboard.

Which means that any time now,

the ocean will be nudging up
another body onto the shore.

Mm-hmm. Sounds logical.

But not logical
enough, right, Joe?

Oh, Joe, there's a young
lady waiting for you inside.

Mrs. Mclver... Unable
to locate her husband.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Joe.

Her husband works
for Dana Royal.

Mr. Mannix?

Yes.

Mrs. Mclver, uh...
please sit down.

Thank you.

"M-i-n-h."

Is that pronounced, uh, Minh?

Yes.

Very pretty name.

Thank you.

And your husband's
a pilot for Dana Royal?

He flies for
Trianon Air Freight,

one of Mr. Royal's companies,

a small one.

They fly cargo between
here and Vietnam.

Is, uh,

that where you're from?

Yes.

I met Allan in Saigon.

He was with the Air Force then.

The last time I saw him,
the day before yesterday,

he had just come
back from there.

He... he brought
me this barrette.

It's jade.

You wear it nicely.

Thank you.

Mrs. Mclver, uh,

was your husband
troubled in any way,

uh, disturbed?

No.

He was the happiest
I've ever seen him.

There had been money problems.

He spent a lot.

He's more extravagant
than he should be.

But this time...

he said everything
was coming up roses.

Only now, I'm
not so sure of that.

Mrs. Mclver,

there's one thing that...

that puzzles me a little.

What is that?

Why didn't you go to
the police about this?

I-I didn't want to cause
him any embarrassment,

in case everything
turned out all right.

And when he left,

you had no reason to believe
everything wasn't all right?

No.

He told me that he had
to go out for a little while...

A spot of business.

I thought it was some
paperwork at the airport,

something like that.

And when you phoned later,

you found out he
never went to the airport.

That's right.

No word since?

Do you have a picture
of your husband?

At the apartment.

I'd like to have it.

Maybe I could pick
it up in the morning.

Of course.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Mannix,

thank you for helping me.

Wait until I've done something.

Bye-bye. Thank you.

Bye-Bye, Mrs. Mclver.

Peggy, I think we can
use Albie on this one.

See what we can dig
up on Allan Mclver...

Uh, background, service
record, uh, character rundown.

- The works, huh?
- Right.

Am I interrupting anything?

No, no. Come on in, Art.

I was in the neighborhood

when the report
came over the radio,

and I thought you
might be interested.

I might,

if I knew the report.

The Coast Guard helicopter
landed a big one off Catalina.

Dana Royal?

That's right.

Alive?

How did you guess that?

Just give me the rest of it.

All I know is what
was in the report.

He was clinging to
a piece of wreckage.

Right now, he's on his
way to St. Anne's hospital

for observation.

Do me a favor, Art.

I want to see Royal
the second he can talk.

Can you arrange it?

Joe, there is no case.

The man's boat exploded.
It happens every weekend.

What do you want us to do,

nail him for having
gas fumes in the bilges?

Yeah, a boat explodes,

the skipper survives
but the passenger dies.

You just gonna accept that?

He hadn't seen Carol
Lockwood in months.

What was his motive?

What possible reason
could he have for killing her?

That's exactly what
I intend to find out...

right after I talk
to Dana Royal.

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They keep sending me
nurses like you, little lady,

and they'll never
get me outta here.

Well...

Mr. Mannix.

That'll be all for
now. Thank you.

Well, you must be one
rugged fellow, Mr. Royal,

considering what
you've been through.

It'll take more than
three days in the ocean

to do me in.

As a matter of fact,

the helicopter was
the worst part of it.

I never fly if I can help it.

Is that right?

I suppose you're
here about Carol.

Mostly that, yes.

Yeah, it's a terrible thing.

Would you mind telling me
why you suddenly decided

to see her again on Friday,

uh, after backing away so long?

I suppose my attorney

would call that a
loaded question.

Mm-hmm.

At the very least,
privileged information.

But I don't mind telling you.

Good. I'd like to know.

Well, we were
after bluefin tuna.

There hasn't been one
around these waters for years.

And then all at once,

last week, no rhyme or
reason, they were back.

Carol and I used
to chase bluefin

up and down Baja
in the old days.

And when this
terrific run started,

it just made sense

to put a call through
to an old fishing pal.

Any ideas about the explosion,

the cause of it?

No.

All of a sudden,
there was this...

roar, and...

flame and...

then the boat...

disintegrated.

And the next thing I
knew, I was in the water.

Holding on to a
piece of wreckage?

And doing some praying,
I don't mind telling you...

till I was spotted.

A miracle's the only
way I can describe it.

I'd say half a miracle.

What?

Your passenger wasn't so lucky.

No.

I never did see poor Carol,

from the moment
of the explosion.

How do you account for that?

Well, naturally, I've
wondered about it myself.

Could be that she
was struck by...

something and was unconscious

before she hit the water.

The medical examiner
goes along with you on that.

Figures she could have been dead

a split second before
she hit the water.

Yeah, I suppose that's possible.

Or for that matter,
even an hour before.

No way of telling.

I can tell you.

She wasn't.

Listen, Mannix...

let's not, either of us, be
under any delusions here.

I didn't know we were.

You think I don't realize

you'd give your eyeteeth
to sink a hook into me,

after Carol?

You're taking too much credit.

I haven't really been
an ardent fan of yours

since long before
I ever met Carol.

But get well anyway.

By the way, uh,

I was sorry to hear
about your man Mclver.

Who?

Allan Mclver. He flies for you.

Uh, your Trianon lines.

Well, Trianon's just one
of my many interests.

I don't know everybody
who works for me.

What about him?

He's been missing
the last couple of days.

Well, I'd hardly know
about that, would I?

I've been a little out
of touch myself lately.

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Mclver's been averaging
two round-trips a month

between here and Saigon.

A total of 12 so far.

What sort of cargo?

Albie hit a stone
wall on that one,

but he got something
maybe as good...

A line on his recent
bank deposits.

Listen to this.

Well, what do you know?

I'll get back to you, Peggy.

♪♪

Mr. Mannix. Come in, please.

Thank you.

I have the photograph for you.

It's over there.

Say, this is, uh, very nice.

Thank you.

This is Allan.

Mm.

Plays poker,

favors bourbon,

um, down-to-earth,

and has a soft Tennessee drawl.

You have been
working, haven't you?

Yeah, with some help.

I was thinking about
the night he left,

his saying he was going
out for "a spot of business,"

I believe you told me.

Now that doesn't sound
like a boy from Tennessee.

No.

Allan didn't say that.

Who did say it?

The woman who called.
I answered the phone.

Who is she? Do you know?

I thought she was
from the airline office.

I remember she said, "would
you put him on, please?

I have a spot of business I
want to discuss with him."

Mr. Mannix...

you don't think that he's...

Mixed up with a woman?

Not that way.

No more than you do.

I don't understand.

Help me to
understand, Mrs. Mclver.

Help me to understand how
a man who could put away

almost $90,000 for 6 months work

could have a money problem.

$90,000?

Yeah, that's what his
bank account shows,

almost to the penny.

I don't know
anything about that.

Only that his problems were
about to be solved? How?

Now you can't possibly
have a money problem

at $90,000 a year unless
you wanted more money.

Don't you agree?

I don't know.

This isn't pilot salary we're
talking about, Mrs. Mclver,

not that kind of money.

So why don't you level with me?

The truth for once, what
you're really thinking.

You have no right
to talk to me that way.

One question... Why
did you wait days

before reporting him missing?

I kept hoping he'd come back.

And you wouldn't have
to open up something

that might bring
the police on the run.

I had no proof that he
was doing anything wrong.

I still have no proof.

But you have senses,
intuition, like I have.

When I find out

a pilot's been banking
more money than he should,

I start thinking
about smuggling.

I see contraband, like
gold, uncut diamonds,

jade, narcotics,
maybe even people.

What do you see, Mrs. Mclver?

Allan needed all this.

I found out that...

that nothing...

Not me, not anything
in the world...

Mattered to him
as much as money.

It was his whole life.

Let's hope that isn't
what it's cost him.

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Creo que es un Americano.

♪♪

♪♪

This smuggling angle, Joe,

do you have any
more proof of smuggling

than you have about
anything else in this case?

I'm telling you,
it's all there, Art,

if you'd only try and see it.

Mclver wanted a bigger
cut from Dana Royal

and threatened to blow
the whistle if he didn't get it.

And that was Royal's
answer... A bullet in the back.

Fired by remote
control, I suppose.

Was that before or
after the student pilot

spotted him in the ocean?

Student pilot?

You said the Coast
Guard found him.

I said the Coast
Guard picked him up.

That was after the pilot saw
him and sent word to them.

Doesn't that strike you
as kind of cockeyed, Art?

Why?

Well, the whole Coast Guard

search-and-rescue
operation comes up blank.

And then some private
plane, a student pilot at that,

finds the needle
in the haystack.

So?

Who was the pilot?

I don't know, Joe. What
difference does it make?

It happened to be somebody
with pretty good eyesight

who happened to be flying
over the right stretch of ocean

at the right time of day.

Yeah.

That's exactly
the way it hit me.

Thanks.

Miss Kellaway?

Yes.

That was, uh, very well done.

Well, thank you.

Compliment me on my
plane handling these days,

and I'll be your slave forever.

Well, that won't be necessary.

Just a few comments about
yesterday's plane handling

will do nicely.

Out over the ocean.

You mean the endurance swimmer?

Right.

I'm a private investigator,
Miss Kellaway.

My name is Mannix.

Insurance, am I right?

Uh, that man's boat...

I read in the paper
about it exploding.

Well, if you've read the papers,

you don't just say,
"that man's boat."

That ant-like figure that was
floating around down there

was none other than Dana Royal.

Yes, how about that?

Uh, but I-I don't
see what this...

Well, we don't know that
there was anything irregular,

but we like to
cover the case from,

oh, call it
pre-blastoff to rescue,

which seems to include you.

The papers were
just a bit sketchy.

Well, I was...

practicing some banking
turns out over the water.

The plane belongs
to Bayside here.

I'm sort of their golden girl.

Soloed in six
hours to the minute

after my first lesson.

You should've
been my instructor.

Of course, I had to work at it.

Didn't help my
regular career one bit.

What career was that?

I'm a photographer.

I have a studio on the strip.

If you ever want to be a
centerfold in a magazine,

just give me a call.

I'll remember that.

Yes...

the banking turns.

Oh, well, I must have
been about 18 miles out,

winged over, and
there was this seal.

I mean, I thought it was a seal

except it seemed to be
clinging to something,

which is pretty weird.

Then after I buzzed
it a couple of times,

of course I saw it was
this man, waving his hand.

There's "that man" again.

All right. Dana Royal.

But from a couple of thousand
feet up, who's to know?

Yeah, right.

At that altitude, a quick pass,

uh, who's to even know Royal
from a waterlogged woman?

Well, I suppose you wouldn't.

But later, it turned
out it was a man.

That's why I must have
put it that way automatically.

So you, uh, got on
the radio with an S.O.S.

Along came the
Coast Guard chopper,

and I flew back,
feeling as though...

well, as though I'd earned
my merit badge for the day.

Score one for the Girl Scouts.

Well, I'm, uh, much obliged
to you, Miss Kellaway,

as I imagine Mr. Royal
is, to put it mildly.

That I wouldn't know.

Oh?

I doubt he even knows my name.

Well, I'd say
that's, uh, his loss.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

You can visit me in
my studio anytime.

♪♪

What if Royal hasn't
thanked her yet?

Can't you give him a
little time to recuperate?

No, listen, Art.

He was as fit when
they hauled him out

as when he went in.

Now forget orchids
or a mink coat.

The least he could do
was make a phone call.

Something to thank
the girl for saving his life.

Okay.

We'll book him
for rank ingratitude

and being just plain
tight with a buck.

That oughta be good
for at least 20 years.

All I'm suggesting, Art, is
that it's so unreasonable,

it means something.

So... interpret it for me.

My stomach doesn't
tick like yours.

I'd say he was making a
point of steering clear of her

to, uh, blur the connection,

and I'd say she was making

the same point
with regard to him.

Shied completely away
from his name at every turn.

Fine, Joe.

That's just the kind of solid,
hard-rock evidence we need

in order to get an
instant indictment

against both of them.

First things first, Art,

like Miss Kellaway's
remarkable talents as a flyer.

You can bet your
boots, she's good.

I knew that right
after the first week.

Not that she
didn't try to fake it.

Fake it?

Yeah, you know, she...

I better...

This might be confidential,
you know, to her.

Was there something wrong?

No, nothing like that.

It's just that...
Trying to pretend

she's a first-time
student, you know...

You mean, she'd flown before?

Oh, yeah.

There was a guy here from
Vancouver a little while back,

He didn't know her, but he
recognized her, you know?

And he came to me and said,

"What is she doing
taking flying lessons?

She's a regular Amelia Earhart."

Didn't you ever
ask her about it?

No, I didn't care. It
means nothing to me.

Maybe she's showing
off for a few guys.

I don't care, you know.

Anyway, when she rents
a plane, I can rest easy.

Like the one three
or four days ago?

That was a night
rental, wasn't it?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, there was
something funny about that.

You mean where she went?

No, that was right
over here to Riverside.

Said she was gonna practice
some night landings, you know?

She brought that plane
back, it was empty.

I mean, it was empty.

That's a lot of landing.

Yeah, with that much
gas, a person could make

a round-trip to, uh,
ooh, Mexico, huh?

And then some.

That's great. That's
a terrific outfit.

You look like Charlie Chaplin.

That's great.

Yeah, that's fan...

tastic.

Straight into the lens.

Yeah, I like that.

Good. Give us
those eyes. Uh-huh.

That's terrific.

Now move a little to the right.

Now a little to the left.

That's... that's
perfect. Hold it.

No, no smile, honey.

Genevieve, no smile.

Well, Mr. Mannix.

You didn't waste any time.

I'm very flattered.

What do you think of it?

Well, I couldn't be
more impressed.

Maybe the next trip, I
can really look it over.

Not more questions.

Let's just say, it's
an instant replay

of some of the answers.

Frankly, they didn't
seem altogether...

What?

Truthful, Miss Kellaway.

They didn't seem
altogether truthful.

I'm not altogether accustomed
to being called a liar, either.

Well, we can, uh, glide safely
over your flying expertise,

at least for now.

Let's talk about your
association with Dana Royal.

But I've already told you...

I know what you told me.

The question is, why?

Have yourself a little
break, will you, pet?

I've got a spot of business
to take care of over here.

It'll only take a minute.

Uh, this may take more
than a minute, Miss Kellaway.

Oh?

Yes.

Telling me about
the spot of business

you took care of
with Allan Mclver.

Who?

Allan Mclver...

Another acquaintance
of Dana Royal.

I've never heard of him.

Well, you phoned
him the other night

to get him out of the house
and on his way to Mexico.

Well, well, well, Mr. Royal.
Come in. Come in.

We were just talking about you.

Mr. Mannix,

isn't it funny running
into you here?

I was just thinking
that it's, uh,

it's time I thank the young
lady for saving my life.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's better
late than never.

Uh, you are Miss
Kellaway, I take it?

You know she's Miss Kellaway.

You certainly must have
known that a couple of nights ago

when the two of you
were with Allan Mclver.

Do you have any idea

what this man is raving
about, Miss Kellaway?

She does,

but I can probably
tell you better.

It's mainly about Allan Mclver,

who certainly made
the mistake of his life,

trying to shake you
down for more money.

You keep that up, Mannix,

you're gonna wind
up with a slander suit

that'll polish you off for good.

Now let me tell you something...

You've just about hit
the end of your runway,

both of you.

See you in court.

You'll make a handsome pair.

You were bluffing,
Joe. You had to be.

No, hear me out, Art.

Let's start at the beginning.

Royal knows he has
to take care of Mclver,

but he needs an alibi, airtight.

So what does he do?

He sacrifices
his own fishing rig

and someone along with it

who had nothing
to do with the case.

I take it you mean
Carol Lockwood.

He sets up a co-victim,

a partner in the catastrophe.

He deliberately kills Carol

to give himself
the kind of an alibi

nobody can doubt.

Or attack, either.

Now Carol is already
unconscious when the Kellaway girl

pulls up alongside
the fishing rig,

probably in Dana's speedboat.

She picks him off
and heads for shore

as the rig explodes.

Now Royal has a spot
of business elsewhere.

Mclver.

And together, they
fly Mclver to Mexico

and shut him up for good.

Then Miss Kellaway returns
with just enough gas left

to put Royal back in the ocean,

where he can flounder
around for a respectable time.

At least until she
can come out later

and discover him
for the Coast Guard.

Joe...

do you intend to prove all that?

Art...

that phone call that
sent Mclver to his death

was answered by Mclver's wife.

Now she'd recognize that
voice if she heard it again.

So all we have to do is f...

What's the matter?

I told the Kellaway girl

that I knew she had
made that phone call.

Mrs. Mclver!

Mrs. Mclver, it's Joe Mannix.

Mrs. Mclver?

Joe, we...

I gave her to them...

on a platter.

♪♪

♪♪

Well, it couldn't have been
more than 20 minutes ago.

I was putting a new
bulb in the sign outside.

That's when I saw her.

With anyone?

Yeah, a couple,
getting in this car.

A white Mercedes sedan?

Uh, yeah, yeah, it was.

Well, look, I-I didn't
think anything about it.

Uh, no rough stuff that
I could see, you know.

Uh, grant you, it was...
It was pretty dark, but...

I understand.

Uh, Mr. Farin,
this is Joe Mannix.

We were talking earlier today.

Yes, Mr. Mannix.
What can I do for you?

Did Leona Kellaway rent a
plane tonight by any chance?

No, not that I know of. No.

Uh, she was with a couple...

A guy about 40 and
a Vietnamese girl.

No, I haven't seen anybody
like that around here tonight,

but then, I've
been busy all night.

You know, I've been
stuck in the office.

My phone number's
on the card I left you.

Now if she shows up,
I'd appreciate a call,

and try and keep her there.

This is a police
case right about now.

Okay.

This is a big place, Joe.

How would I know if Royal's
taken his speedboat out?

Well, find out, will you, Grady?

And if he hasn't but
starts to, hold him there.

All right, Joe.

Yeah, Rick. What
can I do for you?

Andy, give me
the, uh, call sheet

on the, uh, Macintosh
case, will you?

That one went sour.
It's gonna cost us.

What a night.

Hey.

I'll be back in about a minute.

Hi, Andy. How's the weather?

Ah, clear as a
bell, Miss Kellaway.

The wings' itching, huh?

Yes, I see that new
Bonanza's available.

I thought I might practice
some night instrument training

up and down the coast.

Great night for it.

Uh, want any help?

No, thanks. I can manage.

Well, she's all gassed up.

Just sign there.

You've got a complete make

on the vehicle and
the three people in it.

Why haven't you nailed 'em?

Look, we're on it.

The county sheriff's on it,
and the state highway patrol.

Can't do much more, Lieutenant.

Well, you've got my
phone number here.

Call me the minute
there's a break.

Who just took off
in the new Bonanza?

The Kellaway chick.

Man, I wouldn't mind
checking out the coastline

with her myself some night.

Oh, no.

What's with you?

What's with me? What's with her?

Mannix just called.
She's wanted by the cops.

The cops?

Yep. Ah.

That's all I need.

I haven't got enough headaches.

She's not back yet,
Mr. Mannix. She's still up there.

And you didn't see
who was with her?

All I know is, she was alone

when she came in and
signed out for the plane.

Where was it parked, the plane?

At the end of the runway.

Get in and show me.

Okay.

♪♪

That's the car.

The plane was
parked right over there.

Mrs. Mclver's.

Gotta come down sometime.

Well, the question is, will
Mrs. Mclver still be with them?

Anybody that'd
kill an innocent girl

and shoot a man in the back

wouldn't bat an eye about
dumping Mrs. Mclver overboard.

I only hope Royal meant

what he said in the
hospital about planes.

What about 'em?

Flying isn't his favorite sport.

Let's go.

Where to?

The tower. You've
got some talking to do.

♪♪

Hey, Rick. What's up?

The new Bonanza's up.

Any word from Miss
Kellaway since she took off?

Police officer. Try and
raise her on the radio.

When he gets her,

tell her to turn around and
come back immediately.

Tell her something's
wrong with the plane.

Wrong like what?

Just make it up.

Bonanza 39 Victor.

This is Santa Monica tower.

Come in, please.

Bonanza 39 Victor, This
is Santa Monica tower.

Come in, please.

39 Victor,

come in please.

Not answering.

Your turn. Scare her.

Miss Kellaway, can you hear me?

Miss Kellaway, can you hear me?

This is Rick Farin.

Miss Kellaway, this
is Rick from Bayside.

You gotta bring
that plane right back.

The oil pump is not working.

It's dangerous.

Miss Kellaway,

Andy didn't know it when he
checked the plane out to you.

Now bring that plane right back.

That engine could
seize up on you.

Can you hear me?

You're supposed to
know about these things.

What does the gauge say?

The oil pressure looks fine.

Well, tell him so.

Santa Monica tower,
this is Bonanza 3-9 Victor.

Rick, the oil
pressure looks fine.

Don't worry. I'll be
back on schedule.

Let me have that.

Miss Kellaway,
this is Joe Mannix.

I'm gonna spell it out to you.

Do you read me, Miss Kellaway?

Keep going.

We'll take care of our problem.

Land somewhere down the coast.

Miss Kellaway,

we know Royal's with
you and so is Mrs. Mclver.

You were seen leaving her place.

Proving nothing.

We found her jade hair clip

in the back of your car.

She left it there
for us to find.

In your car, Miss
Kellaway, not Royal's.

I'm sure he saw to that.

What's the difference?

Without her, he's got
nothing on either of us.

And I'm sure he's
had the bright idea

of dropping Mrs.
Mclver into the ocean

and landing someplace
down the coast.

I tell you, there's nothing
he can touch us with.

Miss Kellaway?

Do you read me, Miss Kellaway?

We must be out far enough.

Start heading south.

Come in. Come in, Miss Kellaway.

They still can't prove a thing.

And we'll go on from there,

in the clear,

on our own, just the two of us,

for as long as you like.

All we need to do is...

Come in. Come in, Miss Kellaway.

Now listen to me,
Miss Kellaway...

there's something
you'd better consider.

If Royal kills that girl now,

there's only one
witness left... you.

I don't have to remind you

what happened to another one of
his playmates... Carol Lockwood...

Can't you see what
he's trying to do?

Or what happened

on that last trip to
Mexico to Allan Mclver.

Shut it off.

Miss Kellaway,

you're the only one that
can call the turns now.

Don't worry about Royal.
He's a fish out of water.

He can't fly, and
he's terrified of planes.

There are people
like that, you know?

Shoot a man, murder
a girl, but planes?

They're petrified.

I said shut it off.

Use your head.

You're the only one who can
tie him into every part of this.

He knows that.

You don't honestly think
he's gonna let you live

after this is over?

What's the matter with
you? You want us to crash?

Miss Kellaway, listen to me.

You land Royal anywhere
but right back here,

the minute you
step off that plane,

you're stepping into your grave.

Miss Kellaway,

if you want to stay alive,
you'd better turn around.

You do just as I say, Leona.

Go ahead, Dana.
Pull the trigger.

This time, there'll be
nobody left to find you

after we crash.

♪♪

Go on past to the
end of the runway.

I mean it.

♪♪

That must have been very
uncomfortable, Mrs. Mclver.

Well, Mr. Mannix,

if you ever decide to be a
centerfold in a magazine,

I guess you'll have to
call another photographer.

Are you all right, Mrs. Mclver?

I was so frightened.

You know, I'm, uh...

very glad that you, uh,

left your calling card.

It helped.

How can I ever thank you
for what you did, Mr. Mannix?

Well, for a start, uh...

how about a little smile?

That'll do it.

One of our men will take
you home, Mrs. Mclver.

And tomorrow, we can
try and piece it together.

My stomach doesn't
tick like yours, Joe,

but when it's neglected,
it kicks like a mule.

Come on. I'll buy you dinner.

Yeah.