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Morning, Doyle.

Morning, Mr. Walker.

Morning, Julia.

Oh, hello, Steve.

Uh, Mr. De Marco's on a
long distance phone call,

but would you like some
coffee while you're waiting?

- Fine.
- All right.

You take it black, right?

Please.

You must be on cloud nine
about that promotion of yours.

It's not official yet.

Well, do you think he'd ask
you here if it weren't all set?

Well, it is a shame that
you can't take your wife.

The Middle East is not the best
place for a woman these days.

Cathy understands.

Oh, he's off the phone,
Steve, you can go in now.

Good luck.

Mr. Doyle, did my
husband get here yet?

Yes, Mrs. Walker, he just
went into Mr. De Marco's...

Mr. De Marco!

- Mr. De Marco!
- What happened?

I don't know.

Mr. De Marco!

Come on, open up!

It's me, Doyle!

Locked from the inside.

Mr. De Marco!

Come on, open up!

It's me, Doyle! Mr. De Marco!

Doyle, don't pound
at the door, kick it in!

Hold it.

Doyle, put the gun on the desk.

Steve.

All right, get over.

Get over here.

Now back out of
my way, all of you.

Stay put, everybody.

Doyle to Serrano.

Steve Walker just shot De Marco.

He's headed for the elevator.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, I'll be with you in
a moment, Mrs. Walker.

Peggy, get this back
to Art Malcolm, will you?

Hopeless?

Yeah, he's got a
complete package...

Witnesses,
ballistics, you name it.

Well, Joe, will you
at least talk to her?

About what?

Help her over the moment, Joe.

I mean, after all, the man out
there on the run is her husband.

Peggy, anything I could tell her
would only make her feel worse.

I'm sorry.

I suppose that's final?

That's final.

Okay.

Let's get on to bigger
and better things.

Did you forget
that at 12:00 today

you have a golf date
with Adam Tobias?

I hadn't forgotten.

I didn't think for a
moment you had.

Have a good game.

Thanks.

And have a nice day.

A warm, lovely, carefree day.

Peggy.

Peggy, why do you do that to me?

I mean, twisting
my arm like that?

I guess there's a
little devil inside of me

that makes me do it, Joe.

All right, send her in.

Oh, thanks, Joe.

Oh, um, should I
call Adam Tobias?

Absolutely not.

You may come in, Mrs. Walker.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Walker,
please sit down.

Mr. Mannix, I know you
didn't want to see me.

I'll only take a minute.

Well, I'm supposed to be in
the business of helping people,

and when I can't
see a way to do that,

I just think it's a waste
of time and money.

But you can help.

I don't know how.

You were there.

Your husband had
a gun in his hand.

You saw him standing in
front of Victor De Marco's body.

You saw him run.

Yes.

Can you think of a reason

your husband would
want to kill De Marco?

No.

You're sure?

Mr. Mannix, my only concern

is what's going to happen now.

The police will kill Steve.

He'll force them to.

I know him.

He'd rather die than
let himself be locked up.

What do you think I
can do, Mrs. Walker?

Find him before the police do,
and make him turn himself in.

Well, do you think he'd listen?

He has to.

He's been shot,
he needs a doctor.

I don't care what Steve
has done, Mr. Mannix.

I love him.

And I want him alive.

That's the main thing.
That's the only thing.

All right, Mrs. Walker,
I'll see what I can do.

You know that if, uh, you
hear from your husband,

you'll have to
notify the police.

Yes, Lieutenant Malcolm told me.

Did he also tell you
that he'll have no trouble

getting a court order to
put a tap on your phone?

Yes.

Good.

It helps all around if
you stick to the rules.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you for being
so helpful, Mrs. Fair.

That's all right, Mrs. Walker.

Shall I call Adam Tobias

and tell him there's
been a change of plans?

I'm surprised you
haven't already.

Yeah, call him, tell him
the same time tomorrow.

If my twisted arm is well
enough to hold a club.

I don't know what you
said to Cathy Walker,

but you made her
feel better, Joe.

All I told her is I'd try

and talk her husband
into giving himself up.

You don't seem very optimistic.

Well, there's something about
this whole setup I don't like.

What?

She's not telling me
everything she knows.

Do you have a personal
interest in this case, Joe?

Why?

Because as soon as
Steve Walker is picked up,

this case is closed.

We're out and the
D.A. is in, home free.

Aren't you forgetting
something, Art?

Something you skipped
over in that report?

The motive.

No motive.

Doesn't that bother you?

It did, for a while.

Until I found out that
Steve Walker's career

was going down the drain.

No way, Art.

He was in line for a promotion.

That was the office scuttlebutt.

But I think that Victor
De Marco did what I did:

checked him out.

And found what?

The man they knew as Steve
Walker was born ten years ago.

He started life as
Johnny Wallace.

And wound up in prison?

Yeah, Florida State.

How'd you know that?

Something Cathy Walker said...

Or rather didn't say.

I got the feeling that Steve had
a thing about being locked up.

What was he in for?

Armed robbery.

Couple of punks
knocked over a gas station.

He must have been pretty young.

Nineteen.

Art, kids do dumb things.

This kid was packing a gun.

You said that, uh, Steve
Walker was born ten years ago.

How come?

Johnny Wallace
went over the wall

with two years left to serve.

So your theory is that
Victor De Marco found out

and was going to
blow the whistle.

Right.

And got shot for it.

You said it yourself, Joe,

he didn't want to
go back behind bars.

Mrs. Walker?

Yes.

Telegram.

Thank you.

♪♪

Mrs. Walker?

Yes, hi.

When can I have these?

Tuesday be okay?

Fine.

Two sweaters.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Cathy?

I've been out of my mind.

Are you all right?

Don't worry.

I'm okay.

Now, listen, Cathy...

Steve?

Steve, you've got
to get to a doctor.

No, not now.

But Steve...

Cathy, I told you, it's okay.

I can make it.

But I need cash.

Can you get to the bank?

Yes.

We have about
1,200 in the checking,

and the savings are...

Now, le-leave the savings.

That's for you.

Just get me the 1,200.

Where do you
want me to bring it?

There's an alley between
Ninth and Coberly

in Palos Verdes, near
where you used to live.

They're tearing
down the whole block.

The third door on the right.

What are you going to do?

I don't know, but I'm
not going back to a cell,

that's for sure.

Steve... you...

Just... come when I signal.

Come alone, just you.

You understand?

What will the signal be?

I'll phone.

Don't answer it.

One ring.

Then I'll call again.

Two rings.

Got it?

Yes.

Cathy...

what happened yesterday...

I know what it looked like,

but you gotta believe me.

I didn't kill De Marco.

What?

I didn't kill De Marco.

Then, Steve, stop running.

Give yourself up.

Let the police find out
what really happened.

Steve?

Please...

Steve?

Life goes on as usual,
right, Mrs. Walker?

Hello, Mr. Doyle.

I was just passing by,
and there you were.

Okay if I talk to
you for a moment?

Well, I'm rather in a hurry.

That's real lucky, us bumping
into each other like this.

A pity not to take
advantage of it.

It's about your husband.

I don't want to talk about it.

Yeah, now, I don't blame you.

You know, I can't help
worrying about that poor guy...

you know, running
around with a bullet in him.

I thought if I knew where he
was holed up, I could help him out.

I don't know where he is.

No, of course you don't.

How could you,
come to think of it?

Now, a guy spends time
in prison... he's smart...

he knows about phone taps
and all that hugger-mugger...

Mr. Doyle, if you don't
mind, I'd like to go.

I have some important
things I have to do.

Oh, yeah, sure. Me, too.

Oh, talking about phones... Is
there one handy around here?

I gotta call my office.

- No, I don't know.
- Oh.

There's probably
one in the laundry.

I'll try there, I guess.

You're sure you don't
know where Steve is?

I'm quite sure.

Maybe it slipped your mind.

Let me give you a word
of advice, Mrs. Walker.

There are two ways
of remembering.

The easy way doesn't hurt.

Cathy Walker's outside.

She says it's important.

Oh. Show her in.

Miss Walker.

Cathy, sit down.

Thank you.

Now, uh, what's so important?

Mr. Mannix, I know this is
going to be hard to believe,

but Steve says he
didn't kill Victor De Marco.

You heard from him.

Yes, and I'm so
worried about him.

He sounded awful.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He said he'd call me back.

Mr. Mannix, I believe him.

I really think
Steve is innocent.

Cathy...

was he innocent when
he was Johnny Wallace

and escaped from prison?

Do the police know?

I'm afraid so.

Then I suppose that finishes it.

He doesn't have a
chance, does he?

They won't believe him.

If Steve didn't kill De
Marco, who could have?

I don't know.

Unless...

Unless what?

Well, there's a man who
works for De Marco Industries.

Their security
officer, Matt Doyle.

He was waiting for me
today after I called Steve.

I'm sure he'd been following me.

What did he want?

He wanted me to
take him to Steve.

To help Steve, he said.

But I think he meant
just the opposite.

Oh, what makes you think that?

Well, if Doyle could
lead the police to Steve,

the case would be closed.

Everyone believes
Steve's guilty.

But he isn't, Mr. Mannix.

He wouldn't lie to me.

Not now.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Mr. Doyle.

Yeah?

I understand you bumped into
Cathy Walker outside a laundry.

Yeah.

So what?

So, I suggest you find
yourself another laundry.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have been
in another world.

Well, if everyone
there looks like you,

I wonder if I could
have the address.

That depends on your name
and what you have in mind.

The first part is Mannix
and the second part...

We could maybe kick
around over a cocktail?

Mr. Grant is waiting
for you, Mr. Mannix.

That leaves the second
part unaccounted for.

Well, I'll think about
it while you're in there.

Mm.

Mr. Grant.

Have a seat, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you.

What a chore.

If there's one thing that sends
me up the wall, it's moving.

Even if the move is, uh, up?

Even then.

Frankly, Mr. Mannix, I don't
see what a private investigator

can possibly hope to
accomplish at this point.

I mean, there were
a dozen witnesses.

Not exactly, Mr. Grant.

When the shooting took
place, the door was closed.

The dozen witnesses
were on the other side.

True.

Though, under the circumstances,

I think you're quibbling.

That's more than I can
say for your security man.

Matt Doyle, you mean?

Mm.

He's trying to run down
Steve Walker on his own.

You sure of that?

Ask him.

Amazing the loyalty
Victor commanded.

Even dead, he's a
figure to reckon with.

Doyle's loyalty seems a bit more
persistent than anyone else's.

Why would that be?

Gratitude, I'd say.

Right or wrong, blind gratitude.

Mike Doyle was an alcoholic.

Victor took him in
hand, dried him out,

got him back on the
straight-and-narrow.

Mind you, it wasn't purely
altruistic on Victor's part.

He wound up with
another employee

who'd gladly march
right into Hell for him.

I suppose, deep down, that was

the sort of total dedication
Victor demanded.

From everyone, Mr. Grant?

I mean, uh... on the
executive level, too?

Some people wear their
loyalty on their sleeves.

Others are less
blatant about it.

I see.

Mr. Grant, there was a
picture in the morning paper

of Steve Walker
with a gun in his hand

and Victor De Marco
dead behind his desk.

You mean this one?

That's the one.

Who took it?

Our company
photographer Dick Harley.

A beauty, isn't it?

Good chance it'll make
the cover of Newsworld.

Right in the act.

The murderer,
gun in hand... lucky.

And the photographer right
on the spot... even luckier.

A good photographer's
always where the action is.

You mind if we
talk face to face?

Uh, just a second.

Let me throw these in the hypo.

Okay, come on in.

Mr. Harley.

When you think about it,

luck really doesn't have
that much to do with it.

It's talent.

- And I'm good.
- Mm.

Well, even good photographers
don't usually end up with jobs

in executive suites, do they?

You got a point.

Okay, so I fell
into a sweet deal.

What kind of photographs
got you the deal?

Mr. Mannix, I'm
only talking to you

because Mr. Grant
told me to cooperate.

Oh, just another
loyal employee, huh?

I learned a long time ago,

in this world, everybody's loyal
to the man who pays the most,

and right now that's Paul Grant.

Mm, you seem to
develop new loyalties

as easily as you develop film.

I was told to talk to you.

I've talked.

I got the feeling you don't
always do what you're told.

- Irish coffee?
- Yes.

I'll have the same, please.

Certainly, sir.

I hope you didn't mind
that I started without you.

Oh, not at all.

It's just that the office

sort of shakes me up
these days, you know...

Well, that's
understandable, Miss Miller.

I guess you felt the same
loyalty towards Mr. De Marco

as the rest of his staff.

Loyalty? I didn't
know there was any.

And it's, um, Julie.

Mm.

No loyalty?

My information says that
Victor De Marco had an army

that would follow him
down the barrel of a cannon.

It would be nice to
think so, Mr. Mannix.

Joe.

But the truth is everybody
hated Mr. De Marco.

Enough to kill him?

He's dead, isn't he?

Thank you.

You know something, Joe?

I can think of a lot
more fascinating subjects

for a man and
woman to talk about

over their first drink together.

Yeah, so can I, but I think

we owe it to the dead
to put them to rest.

After that, the drinks
will taste a lot better.

In some ways, you're very much

like Victor De
Marco... A bulldog.

You get your teeth into a
problem and you don't let go

until you get what
you're after, right?

Julie, was there anyone
else in Mr. De Marco's office

before Steve Walker went in?

No. Steve was the
first appointment.

If I'd only known
what was in his mind.

He acted so normal.

Not like a man about
to kill somebody.

Why would he kill?

Can you think of any reason?

I'm not the girl to ask.

What girl is?

If you find Steve
Walker, ask him.

Meaning Cathy Walker?

First guess out. You're good.

Cathy Walker and
Victor De Marco?

They were friendly?

That's putting it tactfully.

Well, did she, uh,
visit him at the office?

Well, not the one in
the De Marco Building.

He had another one?

Not exactly.

But he kept a
boat at the marina,

where he conducted
quite a bit of business and...

quite a bit of pleasure,
they say, but...

it could have been
perfectly innocent.

Julie...

it's very important.

Who is it?

Joe Mannix.

Just a minute.

Mr. Mannix.

Is there any news?

No, I'm afraid not, Cathy.

There's something
I have to ask you.

I don't like it, but I have
to have the answer.

All right.

How well did you
know Victor De Marco?

Hardly at all.

Well enough to
visit him on his boat?

I was on his boat once.

Mr. De Marco phoned me
and said it was important.

Naturally, I assumed
it had to do with Steve.

What was it about?

Me.

He'd seen me visit Steve a
couple of times at the office

and said he wanted to
get to know me better.

"Much better," he said.

I just looked at him.

He hinted that Steve might
find himself out of a job

unless I was "a bit
more sophisticated."

That was the way he put it.

He made a quick pass,
put his arms around me...

And what did you do?

Nothing.

I didn't bare my
nails or scream.

I didn't even pretend
to be shocked.

I just stood there.

He got the message.

Mm.

How did he take it?

No fuss.

He even complimented me.

Said he liked my style.

That's all there was to it.

And Steve found out.

- Yes.
- How?

I don't know.

What did you say to Steve?

I told him exactly
what happened.

He thought there was
more to it than that.

He wouldn't believe me.

Do you have something
against answering the telephone?

It was Steve, wasn't it?

A prearranged signal.

Yes.

Did it mean call
him or go to him?

He wants me to take
him some money.

You know where he is?

Yes.

We'll go together.

Oh, no, please.

I promised Steve.

This is one promise
you'll have to break.

Now, you've gotta
trust me, Cathy.

Wait in the car. I'll
just be a second.

Find yourself a
laundry with a phone.

Then call a tow truck.

Steve?

Hold it.

Cathy, I told you to come alone.

He's here to help you.

That's right, Steve.

Who is he?

Joe Mannix, a private detective.

I hired him.

You shouldn't have done that.

Oh, Steve.

Look, you're burning up.

You've got to get to a hospital.

N-No hospitals.

There's a phone
in my car, Cathy.

Call an ambulance.

No.

All right, Mannix.

Give me your car keys.

Oh, Steve, don't do this.

You won't make it.

The keys!

Get 'em.

Have you got the money?

Go down and start the car.

Steve...

Do what I tell you.

Now, don't move, Mannix.

And don't try to stop me.

You run now, you're going
to get yourself killed, Steve.

I have to run.

I don't have a choice.

What about Cathy?

She thinks you're innocent.

I am.

I didn't kill him.

I was framed.

But you went in
there with a gun.

Just to scare him,

so he'd stay away from Cathy.

You think anybody's
going to believe that?

Try me.

You're wasting
your time, Mannix.

You're a loser, Steve,
even if you get away.

Now just give me couple
of straight answers,

and maybe I can help you.

Now, when you were in
De Marco's outer office

was anyone else there?

No.

Just his secretary.

De Marco got off the
phone, and I went in.

I closed the door,

then everything went black.

I came to, and they were
knocking the door down.

Then all those faces
were staring at me.

I looked over and...

De Marco was dead.

Now, do you see?

There's only one
thing for me to do,

and that's keep running.

Cathy, how is he?

He's still in intensive care,

but the doctor says that
there's no reason to worry.

Good.

So, he'll get well,

and then they'll convict him
of a murder he didn't commit.

Not if we can find out
who did kill De Marco.

You mean you believe
Steve is innocent?

Unfortunately, there
are a couple of things

I don't understand.

Like what?

Why was Steve so sure that
there was something going on

between you and Victor De Marco?

Someone sent this
to him in the mail.

I take it this was
the "one quick pass,"

taken by an on-the-spot
photographer.

Who was he? Do
you have any idea?

I didn't see anyone
else on the boat.

When did Steve get this?

The morning he went
to see Mr. De Marco

about his promotion.

Some eye-opener.

Suddenly he realized
why he was being shipped

to the Middle East
without his wife.

No way he could miss it.

Then, whoever killed De Marco

wanted Steve
Walker to go bananas

and come to De Marco's
office to confront him.

It looks that way.

How'd they know he'd
be carrying a gun, Joe?

They didn't.

They were probably
ready either way.

If he didn't have a gun, they
would have planted one on him.

What am I supposed to
be looking for, Mr. Mannix?

That shadow along the edge.

Oh, yes. What caused that?

A tired focal-plane shutter.

Now take a look at this one.

Different day,
different location.

Same shadow.

Same camera.

I'm surprised you
got hold of this.

That's an odd
reaction, Mr. Grant.

A man who's been killed

with his arms around the
wife of the supposed killer,

and you're only surprised
that I have a print of it.

I happen to have seen it before.

You knew about De
Marco and Cathy Walker?

I bought the negative of
that print from Dick Harley.

Victor De Marco's orders.

Why?

I'm not sure.

Make a guess.

Maybe he wanted to try to keep
his wife from learning about it.

Mm.

If he ordered you
to pay off Harley,

and you got the
negative in return,

who do you suppose sent a
duplicate print to Steve Walker?

Harley, I suppose.

Maybe he decided to play
both sides of the street?

Mr. Mannix, what
difference does it make?

Unless you really
believe there's a possibility

that Walker didn't do it?

That possibility grows
stronger all the time.

He was caught red-handed.

Maybe somebody painted his hand.

Lieutenant Malcolm.

Joe Mannix calling.

Malcolm.

Art, I'm at Dick
Harley's studio.

I think he's mixed up in
the killing of De Marco.

He just took a shot at me.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, but
Harley got away.

You better put a...

Hold it a second.

Art, I was wrong about Harley.

He's here.

Did he see who shot at you?

Probably, but it
won't do any good.

He's dead.

Joe...

a deposit of
$25,000 on the 11th.

Pretty fair retainer for a
shutterbug, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, and he probably got
that for just one photograph:

his boss and Cathy
Walker on the boat.

And then Harley
wasn't satisfied.

He sent a copy of
the picture to Walker,

trying to collect
all over again.

Which brings us right back to
the start of the whole frame-up.

Frame-up?!

Joe, you're bucking the facts.

The shots, the gun in Walker's
hand, and now the motive.

All of which makes
Steve Walker guilty,

if that's what you
believe in the first place.

What other place is there?

If you think he's
innocent, you wind up

with a mess of questions.

Like why is the gun in his hand?

How were the shots
fired, if he didn't fire them?

Joe, what you need
is a packet of answers,

and somebody to
give them to you.

Mrs. De Marco, maybe.

What, the widow?

According to Peggy,
a very merry widow.

Mrs. De Marco.

Don't tell me you're Mr. Mannix.

I'm sorry, I'm a
few minutes early.

Oh, it's not that.

I was expecting someone
rather more seedy,

a pencil moustache
and a wide fedora.

Oh, would you like a martini?

No, thank you.

Well, how about
some tiger's milk?

Flipper loves it
after his 50 laps.

No, thank you, nothing at all.

Mrs. De Marco, you said on
the phone you wouldn't mind

if I asked you a few questions
about your late husband.

I'm quite prepared.

As you see, I'm in
my widow's weeds.

Mrs. De Marco,

would it be tactless of me
to ask, in your hour of grief,

if you were very fond
of your late husband?

Fond of?

Mr. Mannix, I despised him.

Did you ever contemplate
getting a divorce?

No, why should I?

Victor had a whole
battery of attorneys,

all very capable, of
course, very loyal to Victor.

They would have chewed
me into bits of plankton.

You know, it's a nice
warm feeling to know

they're working for me now.

Loyalty goes with community
property, did you know that?

We live and we learn.

Are you planning to run De
Marco Industries yourself?

Mr. Mannix, I have my
own concept of women's lib.

I think the men should
make the money...

and the women feel
at liberty to spend it.

Who will run the company?

Well, Victor had a tremendous
amount of faith in Paul Grant.

So do I, for that matter.

Paul has all the
strengths of Victor without

that one single weakness,
the one that killed him.

You mean this one?

Or one like it.

I could have filled a trunk
with pictures of this order

if I'd collected erotica.

Your husband must have thought

that this one was
rather special.

He paid $25,000 to
keep it out of circulation.

Why would he do that?

Well, I would think to
keep you from seeing it.

There was a time,
earlier in our marriage,

when I'd have given anything

for Victor to want to protect
me from something like this.

But that was two centuries ago.

Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

How's that for a neat
and orderly desk?

That's just great, but I
won't be able to find a thing.

Oh, Peggy, get me Matt
Doyle on the phone, huh?

The security guard at
the De Marco Building?

Yeah, his number... his number
was right there on an envelope

underneath a road map
of Northern California.

I took the liberty of putting
it in your telephone index.

Hm.

Mr. Doyle, please.

Mr. Mannix calling.

How is the merry widow?

Not very merry.

Mr. Doyle, one moment, please.

Mr. Doyle, uh...

Take it easy, Mr. Doyle.

I know all you're trying
to do is find the man

who killed Victor De Marco.

Yeah, well, so am I.

No... no, I don't think
it was Steve Walker,

and I want a chance to prove it.

Just give me five
minutes of your time, huh?

Good. Uh, good.

I'll be there, Mr. Doyle.

Julie.

Two days in a row;
people are going to talk.

I'll take my chances.

This time, I knew what to order.

Thanks.

Julie the dreamer.

Oh, yesterday, when
you asked me for a drink,

I had this fantasy that
you were attracted to me.

What makes you think I'm not?

That bulldog look
in your eye again.

Sorry.

All right. Ask away.

No questions.

Then what?

Well, it's this theory I have.

It kept me awake
all night last night.

What theory?

You'll have to let me
into De Marco's office

to test it out.

Joe, I don't know.

It's Paul Grant's office now.

But you do have a key.

Yes, and I have a job
which I could very easily lose.

All right.

I promise I won't
burglarize the place.

Just want to check
something out.

Only take a minute.

All right, I'll push the
buzzer, and you can go in.

Did you find what
you were looking for?

I think so.

All right. Can we go now?

Julie, you didn't hear anything?

No. Should I have?

Gunshots. Blanks.

I just fired twice
in the other room.

That office is
completely soundproof.

Mr. De Marco had this thing

about private conversations
really being private.

Then, uh, on the
morning of the shooting,

how do you suppose
everyone heard those shots?

I don't know.

When you take dictation,
how do you do it?

I do it on the tape recorder.

- This machine?
- Yes.

All past memos on the subject

will be followed explicitly.

Uh, Joe, I don't get
the point of all this.

You will.

There will be
additional orders coming

from this office relative to...

But I...

Thought you erased those shots?

You did, Julie, but
I rerecorded them.

You see, I didn't really need
a key to get into the office.

I was here earlier.

Now...

let's see if I can fill in

exactly what happened
from the moment

Steve Walker entered
De Marco's office.

The reception
waiting for Steve inside

wasn't exactly what he expected.

But you weren't going to
tip him off, were you, Julie,

even though you knew
what it was all about.

Whatever plan Steve had in
mind to settle his differences

with Victor De Marco,
somebody else in there had

a plan of his own that
was already underway,

and Steve was the man who
was going to make it work for him,

because Steve was packing a gun,

because Steve had a
motive to commit murder.

De Marco was killed by
someone you saw go into the office.

In fact, you probably
announced him

and released the door for him.

And when his job was done and
everything was neatly in place,

he came out and wandered
back to where he came from.

You probably
smiled at each other.

All you had to do was press
the button on this recorder

and the shots rang out loud
and clear for everyone to hear.

You must really love the
man that killed De Marco, Julie.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Paul Grant...

next in line for all of this.

It was a woman, Mrs. De
Marco, that gave you away, Julie.

Victor De Marco
never would have paid

$25,000 for that photograph.

He couldn't have cared less.

His wife knew he'd been
playing around for years.

So it had to be Grant.

He got Harley to take
the photograph and then,

with your help, framed
Steve Walker and wound up

with De Marco Enterprises.

I thought you were
just a pest, Mannix.

But it's gone beyond that now.

Sorry, but I caught you
breaking and entering.

You pulled a gun on me,
and I had to shoot you.

Hold it right there, Grant!

Drop your gun.

Drop it!

But, Doyle, you
don't understand.

He's just trying to get
Steve Walker off the hook.

You've been lying to me, Grant.

You lied right along.

Look, I'll give you
anything you want.

Name it. Anything!

I got what I want, the man
who killed Vic De Marco.

He was the only
person who treated me

like a human being
and you killed him.

Now I'm going to kill you!

Doyle! Don't do it.

He's not worth it.

You stay out of this, Mannix!

Sorry I gave you a
rough go, Doyle but, uh...

sometimes you can't tell
the players without a program.