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Lar.

Larry, thanks for coming.

Don't be ridiculous.

I mean, there's
no need for thanks.

Let me take that.

No, that's not heavy.

I rather expected
Anne to be here.

I asked her not to come.

I... not exactly
the sort of image

a father likes to project,
coming out of a prison gate.

We're going to
have dinner together.

I don't know why you
wanted to rent a car.

You know I'd be glad to drive
you wherever you wanted to go.

I know it, Larry.

It's just...

I think I'd like to be
by myself for a while,

get a breath of air, see what
happened in the world, you know?

Yeah.

Be careful, Bill.

That's a hotter car
than you were used to.

And there are more highway
patrolmen on the road

than there were on
the road ten years ago.

They don't worry me.

I have a good lawyer.

Not as good as he
should have been.

Ah, you did your best, Larry.

Okay.

Who is it?

Joe Mannix.

Come in.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

Well, you sounded
upset this evening.

Someone broke
in to my apartment.

Did you call the police?

They left just a
few minutes ago.

Well, I don't really
see how I can help you

any more than they
could, Miss Avery.

Things like this happen about
every 30 seconds in Los Angeles.

Not like this.

Lieutenant Malcolm said
he couldn't spare any men

to help guard the place,
and if I were too frightened

I should think about
hiring a private detective.

He mentioned you.

I am frightened, Mr. Mannix.

I'm scared to death.

I think I must have
interrupted whoever it was

before he was finished.

My bedroom hasn't been touched.

Before he was finished?

You think he was after
something specific?

Yes.

A million dollars.

That seems like an
awful lot of loose change

to keep in an apartment.

My father was William Avery.

He was killed yesterday
in an automobile accident.

You may have read about it.

He was released from
prison yesterday morning

after serving ten years.

For stealing a
million dollar payroll.

Which someone
now thinks you have.

I don't have it, of course.

And neither did
my father, not ever.

You believe he was innocent?

Oh, I know he was.

He told me, and I believed him.

Were you very close?

Not until recently.

He and my mother were
divorced when I was just a child,

a long, long time
before he went to prison.

I lived with her until
she died a few years ago.

I sent him Christmas cards,
and every once in a while a letter.

Sometimes he answered.

And then a few months ago when
he knew he was going to get out,

he wrote me and asked
me to come and visit him.

I did quite a few times.

We got to know each
other very quickly,

and made up for a lot of years.

We talked about
my life, my friends.

I know he was innocent.

Obviously someone
thinks otherwise.

Miss Avery, exactly what
would you like me to do?

Find out who it is.

Tell him I don't have the money.

Tell him I have no idea
what happened to it,

and neither did my father.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Tell me, how much
do you remember

about your father's trial, names
of witnesses, things like that?

Not a thing.

My father's lawyer could help
you, though... Lawrence Corwin.

His offices are
in Beverly Hills.

I'll talk to him.

I don't think you'd better stay
here for the next day or two.

I'll find some
friendlier surroundings.

Now, why don't you
pack a few things in a bag

and I'll be back
after you about 5:00?

Fine.

Ah, Mr. Mannix,
won't you come in?

Mr. Corwin.

Jennifer, get me the
Avery transcript, please.

Yes, sir.

You sure Anne's all right?

She's fine, Mr. Corwin.

Good.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

And you're convinced it
wasn't just an ordinary burglary?

Ordinary burglars don't
slice up the furniture.

This one had to be after
something in particular,

something he figured
was pretty well hidden.

Here it is, Mr. Corwin.

Thank you, Jennifer.

Give it to Mr. Mannix, please.

Thank you.

I hope you can find
something in it that I couldn't.

Avery's testimony
starts on page 71.

Now, would you mind
telling the jury once again

exactly what time
it was that you claim

you were hit on the head
and rendered unconscious

or partially unconscious?

Objection, Your Honor.

The defendant has answered
that question three times.

That's badgering the witness.

Sustained.

Even I remember the time,
Mr. Burns... 3:30 in the afternoon.

Thank you, Your Honor.

It was a point I wanted
to make perfectly clear.

You have.

Please continue.

Well, I had counted the money.

And I put it, along with
the adding machine tapes,

into the safe, which I
closed, but I didn't lock.

It was normal procedure
every payroll day.

The armored truck and the
payroll guards always came

at exactly 3:40, so there was
no point in locking up the safe.

At least I never
did, not in five years.

Well, there's not much
more to tell, Your Honor.

I heard a noise,
and I turned around,

and there were two
men in the office.

They had masks and guns.

And they made me turn
around, and one of them

hit me over the head.

I was just barely conscious
when I saw them going out

the Third Street entrance.

Then I passed out.

Next thing I know, two payroll
guards are helping me up.

My head hurt
quite a bit, but I...

I called the police right away.

Then I called my wife.

Anne didn't tell me her
father had married again.

A few years before
all this happened.

Where is she now?

I'm not sure.

She divorced him
while he was in prison.

Well, it was his idea.

He knew he'd have to
serve at least ten years.

And she wasn't the kind of
woman who could stand living alone.

Apparently the jury didn't
believe Avery's story.

Sergeant Simmons
took care of that.

Page 150.

And you maintain,
Sergeant Simmons,

that on that particular day
it was impossible for anyone

to leave the building
using the Third Street door?

Absolutely impossible, sir.

Why?

It was double bolted
from the outside.

Are you sure of that, Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

There'd been an
attempted payroll robbery

in the general area
the week before.

So at the police
department's suggestion,

some of the large
companies switched

their security routines.

Even the Morrison factory,
where the defendant is employed?

Yes, sir.

The payroll guards
entered through a door

at the other end of the plant.

When they arrived at the payroll
office, the money was gone.

And the Third Street
door was still double bolted

from the outside?

Yes, sir.

He's lying!

They never would
have changed the routine

without letting me know.

Is there any other way
the money could have been

taken out of the plant?

Not on a payday, according
to their security police.

The payroll could have
been hidden someplace else

on the premises if
it was an inside job.

That's exactly what the
prosecution said it was...

An inside job.

That Avery hid the
money earlier in the day,

then faked a head injury and
waited for the payroll guards

to come in.

And Avery wasn't
arrested right away.

Oh, he was a trusted employee.

He was sent home
to rest for a few days.

The prosecution convinced
the jury that the payroll

went home with him,
probably in the trunk of his car.

This Sergeant Simmons.

Do you think he
could have been lying?

I don't know.

Perhaps.

He didn't have a
very good record.

Could have he been in
on the burglary himself?

I thought it was possible,
but I certainly couldn't prove it.

And the money never turned up.

Everyone was sure
Avery had taken it.

He would have been
paroled after a few months

if he'd told the
authorities where it was.

But he couldn't, naturally.

He didn't know.

Hmm.

Sergeant Carl Simmons,
discharged September of '66.

Seems he developed
a taste for liquor.

Wound up shooting
a guy in a bar brawl.

Claimed the man
was resisting arrest.

Well, maybe he was.

Anyway, Sergeant Simmons is
no longer with the department.

Where is he?

I understand he went back to
Georgia, where he came from.

Last I heard, he
was still there.

That Avery girl's apartment
was sure a mess, wasn't it?

Yeah, and I'll bet you didn't
come up with any fingerprints.

That's right, we didn't.

Meaning whoever
did it was a pro.

If you happen to run
across a loose million dollars

lying around, you'll be sure
and let me know, won't you, Joe?

First thing, Art.

Say, you never did
thank me for sending you

such a pretty client.

Answer it.

Hello?

Yes, this is Miss Avery.

Who is this?

Anything happen...

I'm sorry, I can't
understand you.

I said I knew your father.

He told me a couple of things
he wanted me to pass along

to you if anything
happened to him.

What things?

Well, not over the
phone, Miss Avery.

Now, can you meet me
this evening at 10:00?

Where?

Lobby of the Walton
Hotel on Wilshire.

How will I know you?

I'll find you.

Am I going to keep
this appointment?

No.

No, and your telephone
friend won't be there either.

He just wants to get you
out of here so that he can

come back and finish
the job he started.

Oh, it's a lovely place.

Are you sure it's all right?

Positive.

It belongs to a
director friend of mine

who's doing a picture
over in Australia.

Oh, I'm just going to soak up
the sun and look at the view.

Ah, step right in.

Thank you.

Well, that ought to
hold you for a while.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, my director
friend is quite a bachelor.

There may be a few phone
calls, so be careful, huh?

Okay.

If the phone rings
three times and stops,

and then rings again, answer it.

Otherwise, no.

Now, don't make any
calls, except to me,

if you have to.

Maybe I will even
if I don't have to.

I'll drink to that.

The glass is right
over your head.

Freeze!

Put your hands on the door.

Legs apart.

Now turn around and
take off your mask.

Malcolm.

Okay, Benjy, shoot.

It's the lab.

Yeah?

Oh.

All right.

Thanks just the same.

Yeah, bye.

Well, you were
right about your man.

He's a pro.

You mean no prints.

Well, I didn't exactly say that.

We found one
perfect set of prints.

Yours.

Ah.

Well, how else do
you open a door?

Joe, you should have known
better than to try and set up

a stakeout by yourself.

Oh, sure.

And how many of your men would
you have let me use on a hunch?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

In fact, we're all in
good shape, I think.

"Attention LAPD
Central Detective.

Attention Investigating
Officer Malcolm.

Regarding your request of
subject, we find positive record

on file.

Carl Alexander
Simmons, CII915514.

Rap sheet on request."

I guess our ex-police
sergeant didn't stay in Georgia.

And he wasn't there
last night, that's for sure.

We'll find him.

Police officers, Simmons.

Open up!

Hit it.

Ah, Mr. Mannix, I'm
glad to find you in.

I'd like to talk to you.

Please, come in.

Now, what can I do
for you, Mr. Corwin?

I've been trying to phone
Anne most of the day,

but she doesn't answer.

I'm very worried about her.

She's not at her
apartment, but she's safe.

Oh.

Good.

I wonder if you'd
give her a message.

Of course.

I've arranged for memorial
services for her father

at Westchester Chapel,
Wednesday at 2:00.

She knows where it is.

She'll be there.

Thank you.

Have the police found out

who broke into her apartment?

Carl Simmons.

Sergeant Simmons?

But why?

He didn't say.

He was dead when we got to him.

I don't suppose he
died of natural causes.

Somebody shot him.

Mr. Mannix?

I'm beginning to wonder if Bill
Avery's death was accidental.

Well, that thought has crossed
my mind too, Mr. Corwin.

I can't believe it.

I simply can't believe it.

It makes sense, Anne.

The million dollars must
still be around someplace.

At least someone thinks it is.

You mean someone else
besides Carl Simmons?

At least one... the
man who killed him.

And he may have been
responsible for your father's death.

My father's death
was an accident.

He lost control
of the car, Anne.

That wouldn't have happened
unless he was traveling

too fast.

A man just out of prison
isn't inclined to do that

unless he had a reason.

You mean if someone
were chasing him?

Or following him.

Following him to
where he's supposed

to have hidden the money?

Yes.

But he didn't take it.

And he's dead now.

And so is another
man for no reason at all.

For money that
doesn't even exist.

Anne, people
aren't usually killed

for something
that doesn't exist.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe my father
did take the money.

I really didn't
think he'd lie to me.

Now I don't know.

Yeah, Peggy?

Joe, Avery's ex-wife Muriel
never sold their house.

She's still living there
with her second husband.

The name's Enright.

Come on, Muriel.

Get the door.

Muriel!

Mrs. Enright?

Who's asking?

I'm a private investigator.

I'd like to talk to you
about William Avery.

What about him?

I'm working for
his daughter, Anne.

Before my time.

I never met her.

She's in danger.

Who from?

Someone who thinks she
knows about the money

Avery was convicted of stealing.

I need some kind
of identification.

Okay, come on in.

Thank you.

Stand still, buddy.

Put the hands
where I can see them.

Okay, turn around.

In case you didn't notice,
the safety's off this thing.

- I noticed.
- Good.

Now, I want to hear all
about Avery and his daughter.

And the money.

And what you're
doing around here.

You mind not pointing
that thing at me?

It has a tendency to
tighten up my throat,

and make conversation
a bit difficult.

Put it away, George.

Just be quiet, will you?

Don't tell me to be
quiet in my own house.

Put the gun away.

All right, Mannix, talk.

Right after Avery died,
somebody broke into

his daughter's
apartment, tore it apart.

She thinks somebody
was after the payroll money

her father was
supposed to have stolen.

So?

She may have been right.

He came back last night while
I was there, but he got away.

Double crossing...

Shut up, Muriel.

Just who double
crossed you, Mrs. Enright?

Never mind who.

Simmons.

Carl Simmons.

If you don't shut up,
so help me, Muriel, I'll...

Oh, go ahead.

Use it on me.

You've been
wanting to for years.

You and Carl Simmons had
some kind of a deal, didn't you?

Well, I can tell you this.

He didn't find one
red cent of that money.

Then it's still around.

And you're looking for it, too.

My job is to protect
my client, and to prove

that her father was innocent.

Sure he was.

That's why Simmons
tore her place apart.

And he won't do that again.

Somebody killed him.

How'd it happen?

A gun.

Any idea who that
somebody might be?

No idea at all.

Well, if you get any
notions, I'd appreciate a call.

Thanks for the hospitality.

I told you not to have anything
to do with Carl Simmons.

He was an ex-cop.

He's supposed to be
able to follow anybody.

Maybe that's what happened.

Maybe he followed
Avery too close.

Well, the important
question is, who killed him?

Well, quit looking at me.

I didn't do it.

Why should I?

He didn't have the money.

Well, whoever it was
might not be finished killing.

George, I'm scared.

Don't worry.

That private detective
was able to find us

without any trouble.

So?

So somebody else could,
and do the same thing to us

that they did to Carl Simmons.

Eight years I've been here.

That's almost as much time
as Avery spent in the pen.

The money is somewhere.

I'm sticking around until it
turns up and we get our share.

The money.

That's the only reason
you married me, isn't it?

There's no point in us
getting into another fight.

You were sure he
took that money.

Maybe I made a mistake.

No way.

You knew.

Maybe I lied.

Maybe I told you that
just so you'd marry me.

Because you're so
handsome, such a gentleman.

Uh-huh.

Yes, Art.

I'll tell him the
minute he comes in.

First thing.

Right.

Bye-bye.

The minute who comes in?

Oh, I thought you
needed a minute to think.

About what?

That was Art Malcolm.

He wants to see you right away

about the people
you visited last night.

The Enrights? What about them?

Mrs. Enright's dead, and
the husband's missing.

Even you've got to admit
that things are beginning

to look a little weird, Joe.

An ex-cop from the Avery
case gets away from you

and turns up dead.

Last night you
visit Avery's ex wife.

Today she turns up dead,
and her husband missing.

And the only clue we
get is a business card

in the name of a
certain Joe Mannix.

I'm just following a trail, Art.

And leaving a lot of
corpses in your wake.

You think the girl
hired me as a bird dog

to turn up everybody who
might know about the payroll?

Who stands to gain the most?

She knew her father
took the money.

She must have.

Come on, Art.

I know you need an
answer, but she's not it.

Malcolm.

Yeah?

Yeah.

All right, thanks.

The slug that killed the Enright
woman came from the same gun

that killed Carl Simmons.

.45?

No, a .32.

What makes you
think it was a .45?

Enright's got a .45.

I was looking down
the barrel last night.

Did you find it at the house?

Where's your client right now?

Safe.

Hmm, I'll bet she is.

Where was she last
night, say about 1:00?

What are you getting at?

And the night before that,
when Carl Simmons was killed?

Come on, Art.

She's a gentle,
frightened girl, believe me.

It has been my experience
that a gentle, frightened girl

can undergo an amazing change
when a million tax free dollars

are involved.

I don't blame you, Joe.

It can happen to anybody.

She's pretty, she's
got great legs,

and probably a .32 automatic.

Art, you don't know her.

Don't you think it's time I did?

Anne?

Anne?

You still as sure
as you were, Joe?

Where's the telephone?

This is Lieutenant Malcolm.

I want to put out an APB.

The name is Anne Avery.

Nothing.

At least Art Malcolm
didn't give the story

to the press yet.

Won't be able to keep
it a secret too long.

She's a murder suspect.

Who else suspects
her besides the police?

Well, that's enough, isn't it?

What about you, Joe?

No chance.

She's not capable of killing.

I'd like to quote a
part time philosopher

who more than once has
said to me, "In this business,

the first thing to learn is that
anybody is capable of anything."

Well, that's why I'm only
a part time philosopher.

You usually aren't this
sure about people, Joe.

Yeah, I know.

She's a pretty girl, and
got a great pair of legs.

But she didn't kill anybody.

I'd better find her before
somebody else gets to her,

if they haven't already.

Mr. Mannix, Anne didn't show
up for the memorial services.

What happened?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Corwin.

I should have called you.

She's missing.

Missing?

The police are looking for her.

What on earth for?

Murder.

That's ridiculous.

I agree.

Murder.

But who?

An ex-policeman, Carl Simmons.

Last night, Mrs. Enright,
formerly Mrs. William Avery.

Is there anything I can do?

I'll call you as soon as
I find out anything at all.

Thank you.

Good night.

It's getting pretty late, Peggy.

What about Toby?

Toby is 12 years old now,
and cooks just as well as I do.

I'll stay if you need me, Joe.

No, I can worry just
as well by myself.

Maybe better.

Good night.

Mr. Mannix?

That's right.

I've got to talk to you.

I need help.

My daughter has been kidnapped.

Did you call the police?

I can't call the police.

I'm William Avery.

Well, you look as if you
could use a drink, Mr. Avery.

Oh, no thanks.

What makes you think
Anne has been kidnapped?

That second column,
Mr. Mannix, under Missing Persons.

"Father, must see you, urgent.

Phone you at Joe's.

Annie Girl."

You're sure this is Anne, and
she's going to phone you here?

Somebody's going to phone,
and I know you're the Joe

she's referring to.

What makes you think that?

Because when she visited
me in prison she told me

about all of her friends.

She never mentioned
anybody named Joe.

How did you find out about me?

The day after I
got out of prison

I got to her apartment
house just as you

were leaving with her.

You came back alone.

And you checked the
registration on my car.

Right.

Nobody else ever called
her Annie Girl either.

That was my special name
for her when she was a little girl.

We talked about that, too.

Let's suppose this is her ad.

There's nothing in it that
indicates she's been kidnapped.

Yes, there is, there is.

You see, she couldn't
possibly know I was alive.

Who could?

Well, nobody could know.

Somebody's guessing, that's all.

Somebody who
knew me from before.

And whoever it is has
got Annie Girl, I know it.

Sit down, Mr. Avery.

To begin with, you've
got some explaining to do.

Well, I spent ten
years in prison.

The day I got out, it looked
to me like somebody in a car

was following me.

When I was sure of it, I got a
couple of turns ahead of him.

I slowed down and
jumped out of the car.

When it went over the
cliff there was nobody in it.

Did you get a look at
the man in the other car?

Not a very good one, but
enough to know that I had

never seen him before.

So far you've told
me what you did.

Now tell me why.

Well, I realized that somebody,
maybe several people,

were expecting me to lead
them to the payroll money.

So I decided I wouldn't
disappoint them.

I drove fast and ended up dead.

I figured that would
be the end of it.

And now you think somebody's
figured you're not dead.

Yes.

Same person who
killed Carl Simmons?

I guess so.

All right.

If I get a phone call
asking for William Avery,

I'll tell him that all I know
is what I read in the papers,

and the papers say Avery's dead.

No, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

Why not?

If they've got Anne, there's
no reason why they shouldn't

let her go if they really
believe you're dead.

They'd still think I told
her where the money was.

You didn't tell her?

No.

But you know.

Yeah, I know.

I took it, and I hid it.

And I spent ten
years in jail for it.

But I can't let anything
happen to Annie.

You're willing to make a trade?

A million dollars for Anne?

Yeah.

You know, if somebody
was smart enough to figure

you'd come here, they'd be
waiting outside to follow you

when you leave.

Now, there have been some
people killed for that money

since you left prison.

I read about Sergeant Simmons.

Who else?

Your ex-wife.

Who did it, her husband?

What's his name, Enright?

It's possible, he's missing.

But he's not the
number one suspect.

Your daughter is.

Mannix.

We found another one, Joe.

Enright.

In one of the canals
down in the Venice section.

And the .45 was in his pocket.

Is that what did it?

No, a .32, same as the others.

Have you got
anything at all, Joe?

Not yet.

You sound hopeful.

Well, if anything turns up,
I'll get in touch with you, Art.

I'm counting on that.

Mr. Mannix, I know you have
to work sometimes very closely

with the police, but I...

Mr. Avery, I'm not planning
to do anything that will

put Anne in danger.

Mannix.

Yes, he is.

Hello?

Avery?

Yeah, who's this?

Want to make a deal
for your daughter?

Is she all right?
Let me talk to her.

She's all right.

The money first,

- then you see her.
- Listen...

No, you listen.

Where is it?

Never going to
find it without me.

Okay.

Leave Mannix there.

I'll be behind
you, and no tricks.

Get moving.

You heard.

I have to go alone.

Could be more than
one of them out there.

Do you have a car?

Yeah.

All right, now, drive slowly.

Take a roundabout route.

Make a wrong turn or two.

Remember, the city has
changed in the last ten years.

That'll give me a chance
to get there before you.

Now, where?

My old house, where I
used to live with Muriel.

You could be followed, too.

It's a chance
we'll have to take.

Avery.

Back up to the door.

Far enough.

Where's the money?

First I see my daughter.

The money first.

Basement.

How do I know you won't
just kill me and take the money,

and then kill my daughter?

You're just going
to have to trust me.

Don't move.

Well, well, well.

Fred Eby.

Who are you working for?

Nobody... I'm on my own.

You couldn't last a
night on your own.

Where's the girl?

The money first.

Downstairs.

Better get it.

Move.

You've got to give him
the money, Mr. Mannix.

Otherwise...

Don't worry.

I'll make the exchange,
because he's going to tell me

how and where to make it.

Right, Freddie?

Anne!

Far enough, Bill.

I know you don't want any
harm to come to Anne, gentlemen.

My friend will take
your gun, Mr. Mannix.

Are you all right, Annie Girl?

Why shouldn't she be, Bill?

After all, she came
to me for help.

So that's where
you put the money.

And Muriel and her moronic
husband sat on it for ten years

and didn't know it.

Mannix, finish what he started.

You know, the police
are looking for you, Anne.

You're a murder suspect.

What?

That's right.

Carl Simmons, the ex-policeman.

Then Muriel Avery Enright.

And tonight they found
George Enright dead.

All shot with your .32.

Mannix, keep working.

All right put it on the table.

Put it on the table.

Open it.

Hold it, Corwin!

Art, he'll need an ambulance,
and there's the money.

So this is what
it was all about.

He killed all those
people for that.

And you thought
he was your friend.

They didn't.

Father, you're shot!

I did it.

I killed them.

No!

I'm sorry.

All my life money
was all I cared about.

I stole, I murdered for it.

And then I found it didn't
mean anything compared to you,

Annie Girl.