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Carrie!

DiAngelo!

Lucky I saw her.

She was walking in her sleep.

She could have drowned.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Mannix, would you
come to my office, please?

This is twice the
retainer we require.

I'll pay twice the
fee you asked.

I expect to get my money's
worth, and I want the best.

So you said.

However, this retainer will be
applied against our usual fee.

We can't do better
than our best,

and we don't
charge extra for that.

Ah.

Miss Carrie Day.

How do you do, Miss Day?

Mr. Wickersham speaks
highly of you, Mr. Mannix.

Oh.

Miss Day would like us to check
out a man named Mike DiAngelo.

Why?

Is my reason important?

Well if I, uh, knew what
you were looking for,

I might have a better
chance of finding it.

Mr. DiAngelo has
asked me to marry him.

I want to be sure
of his motives.

Oh, well...

I'm sorry, but I just don't
handle that kind of case.

I buy only the best, and
I'm paying a double fee

for Intertect's best man, and
Mr. Wickersham has chosen you.

I'm sorry.

I want to know why
you won't work for me.

I demand to know why.

Let's just say, uh, I
don't like demands.

Do you want more
money, Mr. Mannix?

On the contrary, Miss
Day, my advice is free.

You love the man, trust him.

I'm sure you can afford
any amount of money

it might cost you.

Now, that was entirely
uncalled for, Joe.

You know bet...

I'm sorry, Miss Day.

I'm sorry.

I...

I was trying to be
like I'd like to be...

Firm and strong.

I don't care about the money.

I'd just like not to be hurt.

Is that unreasonable?

I don't mean to be insulting,

but I guess you're
not very rich,

working here and all.

No insult.

I'm not rich.

If a girl says she loves you,

you believe her because

you have no reason
to believe she's lying.

I want to believe
Mike isn't lying

because I have a
great deal of money.

And I'm not hurting
him by trying to be sure.

I don't want to be
a suspicious wife

with doubts about
her husband's motives.

Won't you please
help me, Mr. Mannix?

Miss Day is having
a house party.

DiAngelo will be there.

I'm sure you can put up
Mr. Mannix for the weekend.

Oh, yes.

Everyone's arriving tonight.

Well, uh... I may be a
little late, but I'll show.

If anybody asks you,

tell them I'm in the
insurance business.

Mr. Drake, uh, I have a...

an application for
an insurance policy

on the life of, uh...

Uh, yes, uh, this is the
president of our company

with the board members.

Let's see, the life of one...

Oh, yes, here it is. Uh...

Michael DiAngelo.

Yes, now, we'd like
to make inquiries

about all prospective
policy holders.

Why have you come to
me, Mr., uh, uh, Mannix?

Yes, right. Now, solidity is
the lifeblood of life insurance,

and... and somehow,
that doesn't sound right.

Solidity couldn't,
circulate now, could it?

Well, no matter.

But being a man who
deals in finance, Mr. Drake,

naturally you'd
understand our concern

about the financial stability
of a potential policy holder.

Now, we understand that you
have sold securities to Mr. DiAngelo.

Well, he is a recent client.

We've had a few dealings.

They were all
perfectly satisfactory.

Oh, right, right,
perfectly satisfactory.

Now then, uh, what is the nature

and amounts of
Mr. DiAngelo's holdings?

I-I don't discuss my
clients' confidential affairs.

Oh, admirable.

That is admirable, Mr. Drake,

and very rare in
this day and age.

However, being members
of a financial community,

we do have a common
interest in protecting each other.

No information without
DiAngelo's okay.

Well, particularly
since we, uh, note here

that one Walter Drake is having
some difficulty with the SEC

over the sale of unregistered
securities of questionable

value.

I'm sure that I have
some other notes

here someplace on the
sale of those securities.

All right.

DiAngelo purchased $3,000
worth of oil stock from me.

He paid cash to take a flyer
in a highly speculative item,

which I happened to recommend.

I know nothing else about him.

Well, you've certainly been
most helpful, Mr. Drake.

Uh... I don't suppose
you'd be in the market

for some life
insurance, would you?

No.

You playing peekaboo?

You know, peeking in
windows is not very ladylike.

The man I'm after
is not a gentleman.

Uh, a-are you sure
I can't help you?

Not unless your
name is Mike DiAngelo.

Oh, here he is.

Well, that's a most
interesting point of view,

and I hope that you can tell
me more about it a little later.

Thank you. You're welcome, sir.

Yeah, that would be a good idea.

Why don't you have
some more champagne?

Excuse me. Yes.

Thank you.

Who are you?

My name is Mannix.

Miss Day invited me,

but, uh, she'll have
to speak for herself.

Miss Day didn't invite me.

Well, that is understandable.

What do you want?

Mike DiAngelo.

What's the matter?

What is it, Uncle Rick?

It is a woman.

A real woman.

Where's Mike?

I don't know you.

What do you want?

Mike!

Gwen, you do turn up
in the oddest places.

Did you think that you could

brush me off so easily?

How much are you paying for him?

I don't know what Mike's
price is on the open market.

He never expected money from me.

Who... who is she?

Carrie, if I hadn't
known other women first,

I wouldn't appreciate
you so much.

Gwen, don't be tiresome.

Run along home.

What if I don't want to?

Well, I want you to.

I'll take you to your car. No!

Oh! I'll take the
lady home, Mike.

Come on, sweetheart.
There you go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Not running because
of me, are you, Frank?

I'll be right back, pet.

Now, Carrie, what do you think

of DiAngelo and
his lady friends?

Well, I think perhaps
you'd better go up to bed.

No... No, don't...
You'll kill... no...

No... No, don't!

Don't... no...

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Oh!

No... Please go away.

Please.

Don't...

Carrie!

What is it, Mannix?

You all right?

Come on now, come sit down.

Carrie! Carrie!

What happened? No,
no, it's all right. It's all right.

Uh, please, all of you,
would you mind going out?

I think it's better
she be alone.

Sure. You mind?

What do you think? Who knows?

Hey, what's with the gun?

He's a private detective.

Carrie, Carrie, give me those.

Please, Uncle Rick...
Give them to me, Carrie.

Give them... I
couldn't catch him.

I want Carrie to be alone
to rest. Yeah, in a minute.

Carrie, that man, he
did go out the window.

What'd he look like?

What business is this of yours?

Go ahead.

I... I couldn't see
his face very clearly.

It Was... it was weird,

like it came out of my dream.

Where were you
when he shot at you?

In bed.

And the man?

Right there, where
you're standing.

It was horrible!

This gun has just been fired.

That gun belonged
to Carrie's mother.

Haven't seen it in years...
I thought it'd been lost.

Carrie?

I've never seen that gun before.

There are no bullet holes
in the bed or the wall.

Mr. Mannix, I suggest
the matter be dropped.

Somebody fired
this gun in this room.

I'll call the police.
Oh, no, you won't.

You tell me why I won't.

Because I don't want you to,

and because you are
employed by Carrie,

who certainly doesn't
want you to call the police.

No.

No, you mustn't.

Please don't call the police.

All right, no police.

Just to satisfy my
curiosity, Mr. Day,

why would a man
show so little concern

when somebody has just been
firing a pistol in his niece's room?

Carrie, dear, try
and get some rest.

Would you come with
me, please, Mr. Mannix?

Mr. Mannix.

Carrie fired those shots.

No bullet holes, no
chance to miss at that range.

Is there any other explanation?

There doesn't seem
to be at the moment.

But yours doesn't
make much sense.

It does if you know Carrie.

Carrie was released recently
from a mental hospital.

She spent ten years there.

I'll, uh, get my
bag from the room.

You might tell Carrie I
just had to take another job.

Mr. Mannix.

Uncle Rick told you about me?

That doesn't mean I
don't need your help.

Carrie, I-I don't
know what to say.

I just... Will you listen?

All right.

Until a little while ago...

I lived at Vespers.

That's a... a mental hospital.

I don't remember
too much about it.

I guess it wasn't too bad.

But I'm all right now.

Really, I am.

I'm sure.

I was 15 when I went there.

I'm almost 26 now.

In between is empty.

In between is when you
should learn what it's like

to grow up, have dates,

to know if a man kisses
you because he loves you.

Do you know of any, uh, school

where I can get a cram course
in telling a lie from the truth?

How to read the meaning
in somebody's expression?

No, I don't.

I've met a few men.

They seem very nice.

But I'm frightened.

I'm not so much frightened of...

of them as I am of me.

I'm afraid that's one problem
I can't help you with, Carrie.

Wait. You could find
out about my friends,

and maybe find out about the
man who was in my room tonight.

The one with the gun.

Are you sure there was a man
in your room tonight, Carrie?

Very.

You know, dreams can
be awfully real at times.

I've lived with them,

all the time I was at Vespers.

The dreams were the worst part.

One I had I don't
know how often.

Always two figures,
standing over a bed,

and sometimes I'm in the bed,

and s-sometimes
it's somebody else.

They're gonna stab...
but not with a knife.

Like a long needle.

Tonight was horrible.

Horrible as a dream, but real.

It happened, Mr. Mannix.

If I were still sick,

would the doctors
have let me come home?

Well, that'll be
fine, Mr. Drake.

Drake!

Oh, may I help you? In a moment.

I must say, you get around.

Is this where you get
your tips on the market?

Look, Mannix, I know
you're a private detective.

I don't have to
tell you anything.

I was just curious to know
what you're doing here.

I don't think it's any
of your business.

But it just so happens
I came to see my wife.

She's a patient here.

She recently developed
a heart ailment.

I don't get to see her
as often as I'd like.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

This looks like old home week.

Excuse me, didn't I
see you at Carrie Day's?

Oh, yes, you did, Mr. Mannix.

I'm Robert Adams.

Do we chalk up your being
here to coincidence, Mr. Adams?

Dr. Adams... I'm on staff here.

And, now, what
brings you to Vespers?

Oh, well, I'm here to
talk to Carrie's doctor.

Oh.

I'm Carrie's doctor.

Please, uh, sit
down, Mr. Mannix.

Carrie tells me she was released
because she's no longer sick.

Is that true?

Even forgetting medical ethics,

why should I give you any special
information on Carrie's condition?

Because I'd like to help her.

Hm. Everybody wants
to help everybody.

To hear tell, the world
is drowning in goodwill.

I was hired for the
job... I've no ax to grind.

Carrie's money could
grind a lot of axes.

For instance, say...

a private detective wins
a rich girl's gratitude,

and she finds she's
come to depend on him.

So, he marries her and lives
happily on her money ever after.

What a nasty thought.

If I wanted to go that route,

I wouldn't be here asking
for your cooperation.

And why not?

A show of concern
for Carrie in all areas.

Dr. Adams.

Right.

You want to help Carrie.

Would you consider having
nothing to do with her?

Is that her doctor's orders?

No. No.

No, I used to give orders.

Very frustrating when
I couldn't enforce them.

Now I protect my ego by
offering only suggestions.

Use your own judgment.

Well, I don't know enough
about her to judge intelligently.

Now, let me put it this way.

Someone with a weak
ankle favors it, limps.

The weakness hangs on
because of over-protection.

Now, Carrie has
been emotionally ill.

She tries to run for cover
to protect her emotions.

She left Vespers
to learn to get along

without tranquilizers,
barbiturates,

without a hospital
staff as a crutch.

And without a private
detective to lean on.

Ah.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

This is about Miss
English in two...

Uh, Doctor, I have
another question.

I'm sorry about
this man, Doctor,

but he hurried past my
desk before I could stop him.

This is Mr. Mannix, Miss Carter.

I gather he often hurries

and is difficult to stop.

You had a question?

Yes. Uh, isn't there
some sort of rule

about a psychiatrist
socializing with his patient?

No rule.

Approved procedure
requires avoiding

nonprofessional relationships

while the patient
is under treatment.

Anything else?

No. If I think of
anything, I'll call.

By the way, this is a
nice place you have here.

See you.

If that man comes back,
I want to know about it.

Yes, Doctor.

Somebody fired
those three shots.

Now, it could
have been the girl,

but then again, there's
a chance it wasn't.

A chance.

Lou, she could be in big
trouble and need protection.

Anyone shooting at her
at that range wouldn't miss,

so it had to be blanks.

Now, you're saying
someone fired three shots

in a deliberate attempt to make
that girl appear to be psychotic.

Or trigger a... a relapse

and drive her back
into a mental institution.

You're building
theories on the word

of a girl who's
admittedly unstable.

Lou, I know it's thin, I
know it's improbable,

but if I don't believe Carrie,

then we walk away
and I leave her to...

Well, I just got the computer
report on her chums.

Joe, I'm concerned
with her reliability,

not her friends.

She's being treated
by Dr. Robert Adams.

Now, he's been sued
by a patient in Michigan

some time ago on malpractice.

Oh, and Walter Drake...
It's just a matter of time

before the SEC catches him

for selling high-class
wallpaper for grade-A bonds.

Oh, and Frank Terrano.

You must remember him
from the police blotters.

And good old Uncle Rick.

Now, he should
have plenty of money,

but somehow he never does.

And Carrie's $10 million

must seem very appealing to him.

Oh, now, here's one... DiAngelo.

Now, there's a crumb. Yeah.

He's a crumb with a talent for
getting women to pay his bills.

Those are the playmates.

The playmates of a girl who's
inexperienced and helpless.

So what do we do, just
leave her naked in that jungle?

Hi, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Carrie.

Oh, by the way,

I've arranged to have a
man named Pender here

to guard you when
I'm not around.

He's on his way over now.

Hmm.

Something wrong?

Well... it's a
little frightening,

because it means you think
that somebody might hurt me.

Well, I'm delighted, because it
means you know I'm not dingy.

Listen, can you spare a moment?

Well, Mike's waiting
for me on the court.

DiAngelo? Fine. You can
spare a moment. Now...

Uh, you met
Dr. Adams at Vespers?

Mm-hmm. He's the one
who really made me get well.

It was almost like he
forced me not to be sick.

I know it sounds
funny, but it's true.

He's wonderful, really.

And yet, you're, uh,
interested in DiAngelo.

Oh, I like Mike, and
I know every patient

falls in love with
her psychiatrist.

But my doctor says
it's all right for every girl

to have trouble making
up her mind... for a while.

Yeah, well, I hope that word doesn't
get around to some of the girls I know.

Look, uh, you didn't
meet DiAngelo at Vespers.

No. Mr. Terrano
brought him here one day.

Mr. Terrano's a
friend of Uncle Rick.

He seems very nice.

Well, that's not exactly the
word I'd use to describe him.

Hey, Carrie...
takes two to tennis!

I'd like to talk to him.

Why don't you tell him you
have to powder your nose?

I'll be right back!

All right.

Mannix, isn't it?

That's right.

I've known some
private detectives.

All of them seemed as dirty

as the business they were in.

I suppose you met them

while they were turning
over rocks to find gigolos.

Anytime you want to choose
me, friend, I'm available.

I'm frightened, but
I'll try and hide it.

You make a habit
of frightening people?

Meaning what?

Carrie. She could be terrorized
right back into Vespers.

Or hadn't you thought of that?

You're not smart.

Why would I want her
declared non compos?

It would be like taking $10
million out of my pocket.

Well, it's not quite
in your pocket.

However, if you made
her feel jumpy enough,

she could run to
you for protection.

Are you hoping to peddle
that fairy tale to Carrie?

Make yourself the white knight

who marries the maid
with the fat bankbook?

You know, we could make a deal.

Now, she likes me.

I could bow out.

You're no competition.

She's, uh, pretty
shook up about Gwen.

Yesterday's newspaper.
Carrie knows it.

I could tell her there's a
new edition to that paper,

and that you're an avid reader.

Well, you tell her whatever.

She's in love, and
people in love don't listen.

I know about that
because I'm in love with her,

and I don't hear you.

Tennis, anyone?

Pardon me. Uh...

Can you tell me which is
Gwen Rogers' apartment?

She moved.

Are you sure?

I should be. I manage the joint.

Forget it.

I don't want to see it.

I don't want to
know how much it is.

I can't help you, and
it'll break my heart.

No forwarding address. Nothing.

Mister, please.

Can you tell me when she moved?

Hey, you came up with
a question I can answer.

Last night. Late.

Relax.

Nothing to get excited
about, Mr. Mannix.

Want to do you a favor. Get out.

I want to show you
something. Move.

We was getting
worried about you.

Show Mr. Mannix what we
was getting worried about.

Yeah, I could have blown
you right up, Mr. Mannix.

Next time, we might
not be around to help,

so maybe you better stay
away from Gwen Rogers.

Hi.

Are you gonna make it a
habit of turning up in my life?

Oh, well, I'm sorry
about last night.

By the way, I'm Mannix.

Yeah. I know.

Frank in?

No. Not now.

Mind if I wait?

Sure. Why not?

Close the door behind you.

You a friend of Frank's?

I know him.

In other words, it's
none of my business.

Okay. Drink?

Yeah. Scotch. Short water.

I, uh... ran into
Mike DiAngelo today.

Oh. Well, put that to music,

and I'll write the
rest of the lyrics.

Forget it.

I get a little sloppy at times.

Mike's okay.

You know, he expects
to marry Miss Day.

Maybe he's in love.

I mean, men fall in love
for many different reasons,

and money is as
good a reason as any.

He never was in love with me.

Men never are.

Only kids fall
in love with toys.

But you fell in love with him.

Oh, I fall.

I fall hard.

Not this.

I mean, I'll stick
around for a while,

and then I'll move on.

Well, here's to love
and the happy couple.

I don't think
they'll get married.

Well, I hope not, for her sake.

You know, believe it or not,

I feel sorry for
that little dame.

I mean, she's
worse off than I am.

Money, looks...
What does it all mean?

I mean, if you're
living your whole life

on the edge of, like, nothing.

You know a lot about her.

Not really. You
know, Frank told me

about that place that
she was cooped up in.

If I was stuck in a place like
that, I'd go out of my mind.

Which is a...
stupid thing to say,

because you don't get there
unless something's wrong

with you already.

How long have you known Terrano?

Hmm. Just since yesterday.

Mannix...

I won't know him for long.

That must be him.

Hello, Frank.

Good-bye, Mannix.

I thought we'd
have a little chat.

Maybe some other time.

Oh, this won't take long.

Go on upstairs.

Make it fast, Mannix.

What's on your mind?

Your friends delivered
your message

about staying away from Gwen.

All right, Frank. Now tell
your friends to take a day off.

We told him to stay
away from Gwen.

Shut up! Get out.

You know, having those guys

around you all the time, Frank,

doesn't help the element of
surprise when they do show.

I told you, upstairs!

Stay.

Frank and I have no
secrets. Do we, Frank?

Do what you like.

Now, what did you have
going with Rick Day?

And I'll check any
answer you give me.

Why should I tell you anything?

Because I get very angry

when people plant bombs
in my car, or jump me.

I've even been known
to lose my temper.

Now, we don't want
that, do we, Frank?

Day and me are strictly legal.

How could I think otherwise?

A factoring operation.

We buy up due bills
in the garment industry.

Now, what about DiAngelo?

He's anybody.

Just a guy.

Ran into him at the races.

Brought him to a party at Day's.

Out of the goodness
of your heart?

Because you didn't
want him to be lonely?

If he marries money,
he'll be a guy to know.

You want out, Gwen?

What are you offering?

I'll stake you to the
price of a hotel room.

No, thanks, Mannix.

Pender! Pender, what happened?

I don't know.

My head!

I was... I was downstairs.

Thought I heard a noise.

Came up here, her
bedroom door opened and...

next thing I know,
I'm waking up.

Carrie! Carrie!

What is it now, Mannix?

You got a key for this room?

Isn't Carrie in there?

Have you got a key!? No.

Check the front of the house.

Right.

I'll check the
rest of the house.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Check and see if her
prints are on this, huh?

Want to bet?

Yeah, and have the lab look

for anything unusual
about the prints.

Right.

I'll see you later.

Come in.

I've ordered the ambulance.

Get her old room
ready, the annex, 116.

She'll be arriving in
about a half an hour or so.

Yes. Thank you.

How is she?

She took an overdose
of tranquilizer.

Why the tree?

I'll give you a pat answer.

She played up there
with an older brother

she loved a great deal.

His death first
brought on her illness.

This is some kind of
regression, I suppose.

Will she come out of it?

We'll get her back to
Vespers and detoxify.

If it was a drug,
she'll come home.

If not...

She, uh, told me about a dream.

Said it occurred pretty often;

two figures over a bed,
about to stab her or someone.

Does that have any significance?

She mentioned that
dream frequently at Vespers.

We tried to find
the meaning, but...

I'm sure it's significant, I
just don't know on what level.

They're ready.

Carrie, come on.

Carrie?

Come, darling.

Help me.

Keep that left up.

Come on. Keep it up. Keep it up.

Operations tells
me I'm off the case.

You are.

You mind telling me why?

Client's orders.

You're next, Mr. Wickersham. Ah!

I don't believe it.

Look, take the rest
of the afternoon off.

Someone pressured
her into calling you.

She didn't call.

No, while she's in
a mental hospital,

her uncle is her legal guardian.

You'd better keep your left up.

And he says, no case,
no Mannix, no more.

Look, Rick Day could be
the reason she's in Vespers.

Now, the lab checked the
fingerprints on that lamp.

She never held it in her hand.

Her hands were
placed on that lamp.

Those tranquilizers she
took that put her up in that tree

could have been given
to her in a dozen ways.

Yeah, I wondered
about that, too.

Look, I agreed with Day
to take you off the case.

I didn't mention to him I
was sending Pender out

to Vespers to keep
an eye on the girl.

So take the rest
of the afternoon off.

That bell is giving
me a headache.

Yeah, thanks, Lou.

All right.

This is Mannix. Get me Pender.

He's in car 305.

Pender here.

Yes, Mannix.

I'm...

Pender?

Pender?!

Pender! Pender!

Huh?

You're not allowed...
Where's the annex?

Across the lawn. Why?
I want to see Miss Day.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix,
but you'll have to wait.

What for? Only the doctor in
charge can grant permission

to see the patients. Yeah,
well, who is the doctor in charge?

Well, right now, it's
Dr. Adams. Get him for me!

I can't at the moment,
Mr. Mannix. If you'll wait...

Look, when you get him, send
him over to Miss Day's room.

Where do you think you're going?

I want to see Carrie.

You can't see her right now.

Why not?

She's just coming
out of it, Mannix.

She needs quiet, no
visitors, and that includes you.

Now, look, Adams,
she can be in big trouble.

I doubt that.

I'll wait in her room.

Get him! Stop him!

Put him in restraints!

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix,

but you just can't
barge into a hospital

and turn it upside down.

I told you, Carrie's in danger.

Carrie is fine. I just
looked in on her.

She's resting quietly.

I'd like to check
that out for myself.

You are a detective,
not a doctor.

Her rest is very
important to her now.

If you can calm down,
perhaps you can see her later.

That may be too late! Now,
she may be just another patient to

you, but...

I love Carrie, Mr. Mannix.

You and I may know the rule
against personal relationships

between psychiatrist and
patient; it's a good rule.

Unfortunately, it
defines behavior,

not emotion.

I haven't told her, of course,

but I certainly wouldn't
let anything happen to her.

It already has!

Now, somebody wanted

her back here in Vespers.

Who?!

I don't know!

This is ridiculous.

I can't believe Carrie is in any
danger here at Vespers at all.

And you've given me no facts
to warrant altering my judgment.

I'll be back to
release you later.

Adams!

Well, I, uh, I
swore I'd never tell,

but, uh...

What?

Help!

Help!

Please.

She, she was going wild!

I-I was just trying
to restrain her!

She was trying to kill me.

No. She's a sick girl.

She's making up a fantasy.

I remember the dream! It
wasn't a dream, it was real!

No, no!

She and Walter Drake,
when I was here before,

it was dark and it was night.

I heard a noise, and
I went to the door.

She's making up stories!

They were bending over
the bed, his wife's bed!

They had a needle!

Don't pay any attention to her!

They were talking
about killing her!

No, don't pay any attention...

Yes, I heard it, I saw it!
Where, Carrie, where?

There, there!

Mannix!

Just don't let him get away.

He tried to kill his wife.

And she tried to help him.

He's right. I saw them.

I think she's a little upset.

Of course, that's
understandable.

She expected to get a husband,

and she'll get a jail sentence.

All she and Drake
had to do was get rid

of a inconvenient wife.

Digitalis.

Periodic injections of digitalis
building to a lethal dose.

And Carrie saw them.

That's why they
tried to drive her

back here, so that, uh...

no one would believe her

in case she did remember
the murder attempt.

It wasn't my imagination.

It wasn't a dream.

No dream, no more hospital.

I'm all right, then.

Would you like to go home?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Mannix, thank you.

Uh. Yes, yes. Uh,
thank you, Mr. Mannix.

That's all right.

I-I was wondering, if you
happen to get a moment...