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Wait, I got to find something.

What are you looking
for, baby? My keys.

Here, let me help you up.
No, no, no, no, I got them. Olé.

Oh.

Oops, I dropped them.

Here, I can get them.

No, no, no, no, I'll get them.

♪ ♪

But it's important that
I see the inspector.

I have a right to
make inquiries.

Oh, Inspector.

Any lead on the girl?

If there was, you'd
know before I did.

But if she doesn't
turn up by Friday,

they forfeit my bail bond.

I've got a bigger stake in
this than you have, $10,000.

That's right.

All I've got is my reputation.

You'd better leave
that on, Mannix.

You're going out the
same way you came in.

I'm Inspector Frank Kyler.

This is captain of
detectives, Tom Randolph.

Mannix.

Lieutenant Barry
Frohm, Central Division.

Now, what's all this cloak
and dagger bit, Inspector?

Maybe you heard about a
man named Myles Stroud

getting shot to death

a few nights ago
over on South Tenth.

Mm.

He was an undercover
man working for me.

There was a woman with
him when it happened.

Mavis Miller.

She was booked into Central.

But she refused to
make a statement,

and by 11:00 the next
morning, she was out

on $10,000 bail. She
left town immediately.

Now, we come to the
part that didn't get into print.

It seems we've
run into a problem...

Oh, the same kind of problem
every police department faces

one time or other...
Crooked cops.

Frank, he doesn't
have to hear this.

I'm making the decisions, Tom.

Then make one that makes sense.

Why take a chance
on an outsider?

I'd rather risk putting
a kinky cop on this

than let some two-for-a-nickel
private dick foul things up.

Where do you think you're going?

I don't suppose
you know how it is

with us two-for-a-nickel
private dicks, Inspector.

We don't like to get caught
in the middle of a cop fight.

Mannix, I asked Intertect
to send me their best man.

They sent you.

That's fine with me.

Now get back here and sit down.

Any more objections,
make them through channels.

Right now we're getting this
man briefed and out of here.

Here.

Stroud was working on a tip

that an unknown number
of unidentified cops

are tied in with a
citywide vice ring.

Mavis Miller was handling
the payoffs for the police.

Stroud got close to her,

they caught on,
tried to kill them both.

She got away, he didn't.

Except that she's
got nowhere to go.

All she can do is run.

And that's what she did.

That's where you
come in. To do what?

I've got good reason to suspect

she's holed up in
a rooming house

about 300 miles from here.

You're to bring her back.

What if she won't come back?

Since when did guys

in your line start worrying
about being legal?

Since some of the
guys in your line

stopped worrying about it.

You apologize.

Apologize to this man or
I'll have you up on charges.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry
that happened.

Yeah.

There's a rented car
parked on Highway Six,

past Conway Park.

The ambulance'll
drop you off there.

The woman is at... Hold it.

Anyone else in the department
know where she's staying?

No one.

Then maybe we'd
better keep it that way.

Captain, Lieutenant.

Two guys I've known
for years, trust completely.

And I stand still while I
let you push them around

like a couple of pickpockets.

What are you, a cop hater? No.

We're looking at the ballgame
through different knot holes.

Now, where do I pick
up this Mavis Miller?

Oh!

Good evening, Miss Miller.

What?

What did you call me?

Look, you've made a mistake.

Now let me go!

Behave yourself.

Just who are you?

Name is Joe Mannix.

Well, whoever it is
you want, Mr. Mannix,

it's not me, because my
name is Jean Coleman.

Nice meeting you, Miss Coleman.

Now, get your things packed,

we've got a long
trip ahead of us.

You must be crazy.

You come charging in here...

Nobody I've ever laid
eyes on before in my life...

And you've got the
nerve to expect me to go...

Look, I am not walking out of
here with you or anybody else!

You're leaving
right now! Tonight.

'Cause if they find you
here and take you back,

they'll step on you like a bug.

And don't tell me you don't
know what I'm talking about.

Who are you?

Who sent you? A cop.

No, not the kind
you're thinking of.

This one happens
to want you alive.

Not that he's
particularly fond of you,

but he feels with
your testimony,

it'll help him clean
up his department.

Your friend, uh,
what's his name?

Kyler.

He's, uh, an
inspector from Central.

Yeah, well, what's
in all this for me?

He didn't say.

But with what you know,
and a good attorney,

I would, uh, shoot for a
suspended sentence if I were you.

Oh, sure.

Huh!

I wouldn't live
long enough to talk.

They'd put me in some cell,

and I'd be hanging from
the ceiling before morning.

Or they'd stick me
in some hotel room,

and I'd fall out of the window.

Oh, no.

Oh, no thanks, Mr. Mannix,

because I am dynamite
for too many people!

They're people you
picked, Miss Miller.

Look, I am not leaving.

Now you get out of here,

before I start
screaming my head off!

You do that.

Then the local law
comes galloping up here

and takes us both in.

They find out you're a fugitive,

then the desk sergeant
makes a routine call to the city,

and before you know
it, there are a couple

of big-time detectives
down here to take you back!

Well, you try and get away
by jumping out of the car,

and that breaks
your pretty little neck.

Oh, wait.

Let me go.

Please?

Look, they wouldn't have
to know that you found me.

You could tell them I was
gone when you got here.

Please?

Oh, please.

Now, don't you
ever try that again.

'Cause that's how people
get store-bought teeth.

Let's get out of here.

Uh, get out of the car
and don't slam the door.

Why? What's the matter?

Just get out and
don't slam the door.

They'll try again.

You know that, don't you?

It's possible.

But you won't let them hurt me.

Oh, no, you'll
take care of me...

Big, strong private
detective like you.

Would it help if I,
uh, reached over

and kind of gave your
knee a little squeeze?

Uh, just to reassure you.

Oh, Smoky the Bear
wouldn't like that.

Oh, shut up.

Okay.

Oh, boy, I guess
I'm just plain scared.

If you hadn't found
that dynamite...

That's right.

Look, if they knew where I was,

how come they didn't make
their move before you did?

That's one answer
they didn't know...

Until I led them to you.

Pretty careless
of you, wasn't it?

Thanks. Carelessness
had nothing to do with it.

Somewhere along the
line, there had to be a leak.

Great.

Now here we are on the
end of a creaking limb.

You take awful chances, Mannix.

For what?

A roof over my head,
an icebox full of food,

a jug of wine, a
collection of stereo tapes.

Oh, that you can
get selling neckties.

You know something?

I don't think you're a
private detective at all.

I've met a few in my day.

Usually greasy little guys

running around peeking
through keyholes.

We come in all sizes
and shapes, Miss Miller,

like bagwomen.

You're in no shape to
throw stones, Mannix.

You...

What's wrong?

Get down.

You like it down there?

My mother used
to always say to me,

"Mavis, be a nurse.

"There's no finer calling

than soothing the
pains of the afflicted."

I knew a girl named Mavis once.

I was nine years old.

Pushed her out of a
tree... broke her arm.

You haven't changed much.

Mannix, there's the car,

I think we can make it.

Stay down. Come on!

Mavis!

Now stick that in your
glass case with the others,

marked "killed in
the line of duty."

It's all right, Sergeant.

Just a little accident.

Yeah, I notified
her parents myself.

It wasn't easy.

You mean not easy like
finding four sticks of dynamite

under the hood of your car?

Or not easy like
getting a rifle bullet

through your back?

Taking risks is something
a cop goes through

every day of his life.

Jean Coleman knew
what she was getting into

when I put her out there
in that rooming house.

Which is more than what I knew.

Why didn't you
level with me, Kyler?

A good decoy doesn't
know he's a decoy.

One false move on your part,

one hint that it was all an
act, and we're all nowhere.

And even if you had known,

what would you have
done that you didn't do?

We'll never know the
answer to that, will we?

Yeah, that's right.

Mavis Miller really did call me.

Wanted to turn herself in.

I agreed to meet her
at 11:00 last night.

But that presented
a bit of a problem.

I knew I was being watched.

So to draw them off,

I called the police in Salito

and had them put Jean
Coleman into that room.

Then I got word around
that you were hired

to bring in Mavis Miller.

To make sure word got out...

I brought Captain Randolph
and Lieutenant Frohm

in on your briefing.

The two men you
trusted completely,

if I'm quoting you right.

The two men I trust the least.

Yes, I know, it's
not easy to say.

That's the way it is.

Mavis Miller give you
the name of both of them?

She never even showed.

Oh, you really blew it,
didn't you, Inspector?

All that fancy footwork,

and you still end
up without a witness.

And all that cost you was
a sore jaw and a girl's life.

You can always take
that out of petty cash.

Watch your mouth, mister.

Officer Coleman knew
what she was getting into,

I told you that.

What did she know?

That you had fixed it
so I'd lead the killers

right to her doorstep?

Or did you forget to explain
the finer points to the lady?

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

You want to hear me
say I'm sorry she's dead?

Well, yes, I am sorry.

I'm sorry in a way that
you'd never understand.

But let me tell you this...
If I thought for one minute

it would help clear the
lice out of my department,

I'd do the same
thing all over again.

Do you understand?

Now get out of here!

Pleasant dreams, Inspector.

For anybody who thinks like
you do, that should be easy.

Uh-huh.

Yes, certainly I understand.

All right.

Yes, he just walked in.

Yeah, I-I'll tell him.

Uh, good-bye.

Kyler?

I don't believe it.

Sorry, Lou, he had it coming.

Well, that's what he said;
that's what I can't believe.

He say anything else?

Yeah, he said case closed.

For who?

You. You're a marked man now.

You're not anonymous anymore.

Neither are the killers.

I happened to see one of them.

You don't think they're going
to let me live with my memories?

It's not that bad, Joe.

It's that bad, Lou.

Even Kyler isn't sure

which of his men
is on the level.

'Course, uh, till he
cleans up his department,

I can remember not to
turn my back on a uniform.

All right, Mannix.

What do you want me to tell you?

To go and do what you
were going to do anyway?

Drop it.

Now, just keep it a
simple who and why.

Mr. Kelbo sent me here.

Who's Kelbo?

Everybody knows
Monty Kelbo, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, I'm sure you've seen his ad,

you know, uh... "Take
the E-Z way out."

The bail bond tycoon?

That's right.

Well, he'd like to
see you, sir, tonight.

About what?

Well, now, Mr. Kelbo
wouldn't be telling me that,

uh, Mr. Mannix.

He sends me out
to get things for him,

you know... coffee,
sandwiches...

private detectives.

Ah, Mr. Mannix, how
kind of you to come.

Considering the grueling
ordeal they put you through

this morning, you must
be utterly exhausted.

Well, nothing that sitting
down a while wouldn't cure.

Orville, clean the
chair for Mr. Mannix.

I'm not that exhausted.

A drink, maybe?

No thanks.

Uh, tell me, how
did you find out

about this grueling
ordeal of mine?

Come, come. The
newspapers have the story.

And the newspapers
never mentioned my name.

Oh, come, come, Mr. Mannix.

You don't suppose I've
been in the bail bond business

for 22 years without
acquiring a lot of friends.

Yeah, fine. Well, uh...

What did you want
to talk to me about?

No wasted words, eh?

Right to the heart
of the matter.

I like that.

This office posted
bail for Mavis Miller...

$10,000.

$10,000.

A mere pittance,
did I hear you say?

I quite agree, but, you
know, my concern is

in something of far more
value to me than money.

Somewhere out there,

a young woman cowers in fear.

Now, as humane men, we
cannot allow this to happen.

You must find her, Mr. Mannix,

and deliver her safely
to Inspector Kyler.

You know, I-I hate to
hurt your feelings, Kelbo,

but I don't believe
a word of it.

I like you,
Mannix... I really do.

Thank you.

Do you want to
know the real reason?

That would be nice.

In 22 years in the
bail bond business,

I have not permitted
a single client

to successfully jump bail.

I repeat, not one.

Well, I'm sure you've got
some good men on call.

You must have with
a record like that.

Why don't you have
them find the girl?

Oh, no, my friend.

No. I, I need a
man with incentive.

Now, like it or not, you have
a personal stake in this matter.

A woman in your
care is murdered.

I work for wages,
not revenge, Kelbo.

Sam Spade went out when
the Great Society came in.

Mr. Mannix... can you, in good
conscience, calmly sit there

and say to me that you're
refusing this assignment,

knowing that one
woman is already dead

and another soon may be?

Um... I'll have that drink
if the offer still stands.

Orville.

Tell me, what is it
you think I can do

that you or the
police can't do better?

There is one area, Mr. Mannix,

in which you alone
are competent to deal.

Orville... would you mind?

What's that all about?

Oh, Orville is a good
man, Mr. Mannix,

but, uh, I'm a
percentage player.

Besides, he's been
behaving a bit strangely of late.

All right, now that we're
alone, what's the big secret?

Lola Collins.

Lives in the same
apartment house that was

the last known
address of Mavis Miller.

And they were close friends.

Why don't you talk to her?

I did.

She was most uninformative.

However, according
to my information,

you were once
instrumental in extricating her

from a most
unpleasant situation.

Yeah, something like that.

Naturally, she was grateful.

I wouldn't know.

I didn't send her a bill.

If you don't mind a
suggestion, my dear fellow,

I think it's high time you did.

Who is it?

About that used spaceship

you've got advertised, lady...

Just in case you think I've
got nothing better to do, Mr...!

Joe Mannix!

Now, you wouldn't
have a small cup

of cooking whiskey around

for an old friend, would you?

Get in here.

Oh... Joe.

Oh. If you only knew

how often I've
thought about you...

and wondered about you.

It's been three years. Mm-hmm.

You haven't changed
a bit, do you know that?

Well... maybe slowed
down a step or two, uh...

another inch around the belt.

Yeah, well, it's the
same here, I expect.

Come on in.

Scotch on the rocks, right?

Right, that hasn't changed.

I can't get over your
just dropping in like this.

No perfumed note, no
"guess who" phone call,

just a knock at the
door, and there you are.

What are you up to these days?

That hasn't changed either.

Oh, still chasing
unfaithful husbands, huh?

Well, the Lord knows,
there's plenty of them around.

This is just a
social call, isn't it?

Well, uh... up till now, yeah.

Mavis Miller.

She's got to be found, Lola,

for her own sake, before
something happens to her.

Mavis Miller is working
the wrong side of the law.

What she knows
could get her killed.

Are you working with the police?

Well, that's how it
started, but not anymore.

Who are you working with?

Now you know a
private detective's client

must remain anonymous.

Mine is anonymously
known as Monty Kelbo.

That figures.

He's been under my feet ever
since the last time I saw Mavis.

For an old friend,
Lola... Where is she?

I don't know.

I haven't been out of my
apartment for three days,

and I've let no one in.

What about Kelbo?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, I talked to him,

but, oh, I wouldn't
give him the right time,

even if I knew.

Hey, Joe, I'm sorry.

So am I.

I was kind of hoping that, uh...

you would help.

Oh, by the way, you'll
need something simple,

a basic black...
but no décolleté.

What's that supposed to mean?

That mourners are
expected to wear black.

Never did know why.

Well, uh, thanks for
the drink, anyway, Lola.

We'll have to do
it again sometime.

Joe... Mavis phoned
me earlier today.

Where was she?

Well, I don't know;
she didn't say.

In a phone booth, I guess.

What did she say?

She said that she needed money,

that she'd call back at 4:30

and tell me where to send it.

And when she
calls, if she calls,

you let me know
where I can reach her

the minute you hang
up, you understand?

Listen, Joe, I can't
make any promises.

You know, all I
can do is ask her...

Don't ask her; tell her.

Try and get it
through her thick skull,

I'm the only hope she's
got of staying alive.

Now it's either me
or an undertaker.

She wouldn't be
safe in a bank vault.

Who's there?

Open up. It's me.

What's happened?

A friend of mine was
here, looking for you.

A private cop.

His name is... Have
you lost your mind!?

I wouldn't trust
one of them guys...

far as you could throw Nevada.

What did you tell him?

Will you just let me finish?

What did you tell him?!
I didn't tell him anything!

Now if you will
just let me finish!

The next thing you know, they'll
be crawling out of the woodwork.

What am I gonna do?

Will you just listen to me?

Three years ago, a
politician in this town

came that close to
framing me into prison.

A man named Joe
Mannix, a man who...

who didn't know me
from the Bobbsey Twins,

came out of nowhere
and saved my neck.

Nobody hired him to do it.

He didn't ask for dime one.

He wouldn't even
tell me why he did it.

Now you try and tell me

you can't trust a man like that?

He had an angle, don't worry.

He say who sent him here?

Yep.

Monty Kelbo.

He's really something
else, that boy.

You should've heard the
lecture I got on how nobody's

ever jumped bail on
him and made it stick.

Well, I got a lot
more to worry about

than him and his precious money.

Like for instance,
staying alive.

Now, Mavis...

Mavis, you know
I'm on your side.

Aw, please...

Please, will you just
talk to Joe Mannix?

No! Not a chance!

Maybe he's your friend,

but to me, he's just
another brand of fuzz.

You were hired to do a job.

As far as we're concerned,
that job was over last night.

You knew that... you
couldn't help but know it.

Now I find you've
been snooping around

Mavis Miller's last
known address.

You questioned
some of her neighbors,

you interviewed
her friend, Lola.

I want to know why!

I want to know what he found out

and I want to know
about it now, right now!

I say we ought to
run him in, Inspector.

Interfering with a
police investigation.

Sorry, but it's against policy

for me to disclose
information on an active case...

at least at my level
in the company.

For once, Joe, I think
we can suspend policy,

I'd like to hear a report
on this one myself.

Fine.

Mavis Miller skipped
bail on Monty Kelbo.

Understandably,
he wants her found...

Now, right now...

Before your next brilliant
gambit gets her killed, too.

End of report.

End of your interference.

There's too much at stake

to let you get in the
way of police action.

Try and stop me.

Hold it, Mannix.

Relax.

All right, Inspector.

Intertect cooperates with
the police, you know that.

We're not glory grabbers.

We don't push in
on your territory.

Fine. Then keep this
clown out of our hair.

The ground rules don't
apply here, Captain.

I won't try to pull Mannix off,

and I'll give him
any help he needs.

Intertect isn't too
big to lose its license.

Don't threaten me.

The police have a stake
in finding this woman?

What about Mannix's stake?
All he's got riding is his life.

Let him lay low.

We'll find the woman.

Alive? You stay out of this.

Any time you want to bring
us up before the Commission,

we're ready.

Your fancy footwork
created this situation...

One woman dead, one missing,

and one of my men in
danger of being killed.

That kind of police work
does not inspire confidence.

I am not telling Mannix
to trust you to save his life.

Look, I've been in this
business for 25 years.

I don't need you to tell me
when I've done a bad job.

I played the odds
and made a mistake.

It isn't the first and
it won't be the last.

You want to keep your boy alive?

If he keeps nosing
around, he'll wind up dead.

I appreciate your
concern, Inspector.

Don't let it keep you awake.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, gentlemen,

I've got a phone call to make.

Keep in touch.

Okay, put it through.

Hello.

Long-distance calling.

I have a collect call for
anyone at this number

from a Miss Mavis Miller.

Will you accept charges, please?

You told me you expected
a call from Mavis at 4:30.

Now, you weren't or you
wouldn't have hung up.

You were lying to me, Lola.

All right, I lied to you!

All I've heard for
the past few days

is the same stupid question.

From, from police at the phone,

from police at the door, from
Monty Kelbo, and even you.

"Where is Mavis Miller?"

Well, I don't know where she is.

I don't know.

Respiration? Abnormal.

Pulse?

Very rapid.

Body temperature?

Much too hot.

All right, now,
honey, nice and easy.

When was the last
time you saw her?

When she made bail, she came
here, packed a bag, and left.

Well, could she have
come back after anything

while you were out?

I haven't been out for days.

Look, uh, how about a drink?

Okay.

Hey, Joe... you
might as well know.

I did my best to talk
Mavis into contacting you,

but she wouldn't listen.

When did she phone?

She didn't have to phone.

A friend of mine left town
for a couple of months.

He gave me the
key to his apartment.

She's right here
in Apartment 7C.

058X calling Mobile 324.

Over.

Captain Randolph.

Cover me.

Then find him fast.

Tell him it's Mannix.

Drop it.

Police, open up.

Lola, no!

Of the names you've given us,

Miss Miller, only three
are police officers.

Are you saying
that only those three

are involved in the
entire operation?

If there were any
more, Inspector,

you can bet the egg
money I'd tell you.

They were out to knock me off.

Anything you'd like
to say at this time?

You're not required to
answer any questions

without the presence
of an attorney,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

But you know all that,
don't you, Captain?

Will you go for a
deal, Inspector?

What's he got to sell?

The head man.

The only person that
could have planted

that bug in Lola's apartment,

the only man she let in.

How about it, Randolph?

What'll it buy me?

Nothing... not a month off your
sentence, not a week, not a day.

I know who it is.

But you can't prove it, Kyler,

at least not to the
satisfaction of a jury.

All right.

I'll go as far as
I'm able to go.

But it won't be much.

Okay.

Send him in.

Inspector, I must confess
I'm utterly mystified

by this cavalier
treatment you've decided.

My dear, dear girl.

Ha, I can't express to you

how delighted I
am to find you here,

safe... Sit down.

But I wish to know... Sit down.

I want to know... Your
boy Orville is dead.

Dead?

Utterly appalling.

I must confess I'm
not really surprised.

I told Mr. Mannix
that I suspected

he was mixed up
in some activities

that I knew nothing about.

But surely you're not
going to hold me responsible

for some foolish
misdeed that Orville...?

Why don't you shut up, Monty?

They've got us.

You, me, Sergeant
Burns, the lieutenant,

the boys down at the club,
every mother's son of us.

The whole thing is absurd.

I demand to know what it
is I'm being charged with.

Whatever it is, it
has no foundation.

What's going on in there?

A little game of
"he did it, not me."

From where I stood,

it looks like Kelbo is
going to be the loser.

What about me?

I mean, I did hide Mavis out.

Only technically.

The way I see it, uh, you
had her in protective custody.

Anyway, by the time the
thought occurs to Kyler,

we'll have had a chance
at a couple of dry martinis.