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(ENGINE REVS)

Hey, hurry it up, Josh. What'd you do? Grind it yourself?

No, they got a new guy on the coffee wagon. He couldn't find the spigot.

Mr. Martin? Yes?

We changed the plugs and the car's ready to go.

Thank you.

Sure, probably met a lady mechanic in the pit.

Hey, this one's got sugar.

I think you got mine, Joe.

I guess I can live with it this once. (STARTING HORN SOUNDS)

That's us. We'd better get going.

I never liked coffee anyway.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

♪ (THEME) ♪

Mannix s5e24 Death In The Fifth Gear

Relax, no one's going to know how it happened.

What does that matter? He was supposed to die and he didn't die.

Look at him. He doesn't know when to quit.

I still can't believe he came out of that wreck alive.

Hey! Just have to do it right this time.

When?

Now. What are you talking about?

They can't do that. They can't get away with it!

Get away from me!

You can't kill me!! Run! What are you trying to do?

You can't kill me. Get away!

Get them! Get them away from me!

Get them away from me! They're going to kill me!

Can't you see they're going to kill me? Get them away!

Do something! Get 'em!

Get 'em away!

Get 'em away from me! Get 'em away, don't you understand?

Nurse! They're trying to kill me!

Get away from me! What are you doing?

Don't be afraid. This is just to help you relax.

Get 'em away.

Help me!

You don't understand.

Nurse...

Doctor, please. I want the truth. What's wrong with him?

We found some concussion.

That could be the cause of his hallucinations.

The impact of the crash jarred his brain,

but that alone wouldn't account for his actions.

We'll have to do a lot more testing, and that presents a problem.

What kind of problem?

Someone will have to sign this consent form.

I have his power of attorney. Including medical consent?

Yes.

I want you to understand these tests are complicated.

You mean, dangerous? Possibly.

Any time you deal with the brain, things get difficult.

I'd like to see him first.

I brought you your dinner.

You haven't eaten all day.

How do I know it isn't poisoned? It isn't.

I promise you.

It's all right. It's all right.

Mr. Mannix, I want to help you. You must believe me.

Hello, Joe.

Art?

Get me out of here, Art.

Joe, we just talked with Dr. Kenbrook. Kenbrook, no!

You shouldn't have done that. He and the others are in this together.

In what together?

They're planning on killing me.

What others?

The others that were in the race with me.

Josh Martin, Mike Fisher. Joe...

Listen to me.

They're not going to let me out of here alive.

Don't you understand?

(LAUGHTER)

It's working, Art. We finally hit the jackpot.

What are you talking about? Art, he's hurting me.

Let go, Joe, or I'll kill you.

You're in this with them? Only for a fortune, Joe.

We wouldn't have done it for less than a fortune.

You sold me out?

I tried not to, Joe. I mean, I really tried.

But I learned something. I had a price.

So did I. Everyone does.

Like every metal has its breaking point.

(LAUGHTER)

Nurse? Don't worry. He'll be all right.

Joe...

He's frightened of me. Joe...

Joe, what's the matter? Mr. Mannix,

there's nothing to worry about.

These are your friends.

Mr. Mannix...

Joe! Joe, wait! Orderly!

Well, young man, come in.

Is there another way out of here?

Ah! You're an American.

You prefer lemon to milk.

Oh, would you please pour?

I find it increasingly difficult...

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

No!

No!

No!

The minute he saw us he started raving about somebody trying to kill him.

Then he jumped up as if he were afraid of us.

It was as though he was hearing something we weren't saying.

Until we find the cause,

these hallucinations can come without warning at any time.

Dr. Kenbrook...

I'll sign the paper.

No, no, Peggy.

Don't sign, Peggy. No.

No. Don't sign...

Don't sign. No.

Don't sign.

Mr. Mannix, are you awake?

You must promise never to repeat what I'm going to tell you.

You're not losing your mind. What is happening?

You're hallucinating,

but your condition is being induced by a drug he's giving you.

Who? Dr. Kenbrook.

Then it is true. They are trying to kill me.

Only Dr. Kenbrook. You must get away from him.

Why?

I don't know, but he's not your friend.

I can't prove anything, but you've got to get away from here.

Your clothes are in the closet. Through this door,

all the way down the corridor to the left.

You'll see the driveway. Have you got that?

There's a bend in the road just inside the gate.

I'll be waiting there. Is that clear? Yeah.

Hide in the back.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, Art, I was just on my way to the hospital.

What's wrong? Joe is not there. He's gone.

Gone? He got out somehow.

Do you have any idea where he is? No.

Oh, Art, in his condition, anything could happen.

He could hurt himself or...

I know. I've got an A. P. B. out on him. Maybe we'll get lucky.

The question is.. Will he?

Sit down. I'll warm up some coffee.

You know, you're foolish to bring me here.

You're probably right.

There's something I still don't understand.

What?

Why does Mel Kenbrook want to get rid of me?

What was your involvement with him? There must have been some problem.

We race against each other, but--

That can't be the reason he wants to kill me,

just because I beat him a few times.

You said I must have had some problem with him. Why?

In the last few weeks, he's been getting certain phone calls about you.

I heard the first by accident. After that, I thought I'd better listen.

What kind of phone calls? He usually sounded angry.

And she was upset and worried.

She? A young woman.

Any idea who she is? No.

When did the calls start? Some time ago.. maybe a month.

That...

Before the race? That's what frightened me.

Dr. Kenbrook told the girl that you'd be in the hospital after the race.

Your name didn't mean anything to me at the time so I thought it was

some sort of a bad joke.

But then came the race,

and there you were at the hospital, half dead.

When he got to the point of having you committed,

that's when I decided to help.

If you stop having those hallucinations, I'll know I was right.

The race, huh?

The race.. It's got to have something to do with the race.

What could it be?

What happened?

What? Oh...

I.. I began seeing things.

A great big fireball was coming straight toward me.

I swung the wheel, and that's when I crashed.

So he got to me before the race.

Why?

Why?

I've got to talk to somebody who was in that race with me.

Josh...

Josh Martin.

Joe, why did you leave the hospital?

Are you sure it was wise?

I had to get away from Mel.

Mel? He's very upset about this. He's trying to help you.

Help me or trying to make sure he kills me this time?

Joe, that's ridiculous. Why would he want to harm you?

That's why I'm here, Josh. You're his lawyer.

He's in all kinds of deals.

You know his business associates, his personal involvements.

There's got to be some connection to me--

something he doesn't want me to find out.

Joe, you know I can't talk about that.

You've got to.

If I were your lawyer, I wouldn't tell him about you, either.

I have to know, Josh.

Joe, you walk out of a hospital with wild accusations.

You ask me to betray a client's confidence,

then you blow up at me, that's--

Insane? I didn't say that.

But you're not yourself.

Joe, you'll kill yourself this way. Please, go back to the hospital.

And sign my death warrant?

No.

If I'm going to die, Josh...

I'd rather do it on my own.

He wouldn't help?

Well, he's positive the accident scrambled my brains.

Hey, this has got sugar in it. I think you got mine, Joe.

No, no, it's all right. It's all right. You're safe.

(PANTING)

How'd I get here?

I practically had to carry you. You really had a bad attack.

It was the coffee! What?

Just before the race.

You kept muttering about coffee all the way here. What does it mean?

Ask Mel. I got the wrong cup of coffee that day.

It was Mel Kenbrook they were after all the time.

It was Mel they wanted to kill. It's the only way it adds up.

I've got to warn him.

The police will be looking for you. You've been legally committed.

Oh, yeah.

I'll call him at the hospital.

It's already past 9:00. He's gone home.

Home.

Then I've got to go to his home, warn him.

I'll drive you. No, no.

No, you've taken too many chances already.

Thanks anyway.

It's just a few blocks. I'll walk.

(ECHOING) Joe!

I finally got you, Joe.

You walked right into my trap.

(GUNSHOT)

Mr. Mannix!

No! No! Don't!

Dead?

How did it happen?

I don't know.

But he was shot with this.

Why didn't you leave it there?

It's mine.

No, no, I didn't kill him.

I don't know how my gun got there.

Did anyone see you? Yeah.

Freddy.

He's the house boy.

Look, I'll get out of here.

I don't want you to become an accessory.

I can always walk away.

Besides, they won't look for you here.

I heard a noise like a firecracker.

I came in,

and the doctor was lying there, dead. (PHONE RINGS)

And Mr. Mannix was standing over him, with the gun in his hand.

You're certain it was Mr. Mannix? Yes, I'm sure.

I thought he was going to kill me, too.

All right, that's all for now.

I may have some more questions for you later.

For you, Lieutenant. Patched through from headquarters.

Malcolm. It's me, Art.

Meet me somewhere. Where?

Come alone, Art, or I won't show.

All right. Where?

The Mopado Iron Works, near Sepulveda.

Joe, how do you feel?

Art, you let me do the talking

and you just listen carefully, huh?

This whole thing was a mistake.

Mel Kenbrook was supposed to die in that race.

But I got his drugged coffee by mistake.

And once I was in the hospital, the killer decided to make me a patsy.

He even used my gun to kill Kenbrook.

He probably stole it from my office.

How did he know you'd be seeing Kenbrook tonight?

I don't know. Why did he want Kenbrook dead?

I don't know that, either, Art!

All I know is that my accident was a mistake.

Why didn't he just shoot Kenbrook to begin with?

Shootings-- Shootings involve investigations.

And don't you see, Art, an accident, especially at a race track

was the best way,

but I got Mel's coffee, and I crashed instead.

Well, thanks, Joe. You've been a big help.

Now let me take over. And you turn yourself in for treatment.

Oh, no, I'm fine, Art.

You don't know that. It could happen again.

And there's an APB out on you. Somebody could get hurt.

You're not responsible, Joe. I'm going to have to take you in.

Art, I've got to stay loose. I'm sorry, Joe.

And I'm sorry too, Art.

Not until I get some answers.

Would you like your cup warmed up? No, thank you.

It has something to do with the hospital.

There's a piece missing there.

I just can't put my finger on it.

Why don't you let the police take over?

As far as they're concerned,

I could have killed Kenbrook in a fit of temporary insanity.

But what can you do alone?

Whatever it is, I've got to do it.

The hospital...

when I knocked that tray

off the table...

there's something about that...

It can't mean very much.

You were ill.

You even ran away from your friends.

Wait a minute.

I got to the second floor.

They were chasing me.

I ran to a door. The door was locked, and I...

I.. I broke in.

There was an old woman inside. On the second floor?

Room 207. 207?

She was a helpless old woman who could hardly raise her hands.

Why would they have the door locked?

She couldn't possibly have walked out of there on her own.

Unless...

they didn't want her talking to anyone.

What's the matter?

There's no old woman in 207. What?

There's a little boy. His name is Timothy.

He's fourteen.

I saw her. He's one of my patients.

You were hallucinating. You must have imagined it.

Imagined?

I'm sorry.

I tried to help. You need more than I can give. I'm sorry.

I love you. But this is too much.

I can't go through with it.

Cara?

Who's there? Have you kept up the dosage?

Yes. Several times since I've taken him out of the hospital.

All right, let's get it over with. Isn't there another way?

Cara, we did it so we could be together.

Somebody has to pay for Kenbrook's death.

But he can't hurt us. Look at him.

If we call the police, it's all over. You've been with him too long.

What? You care about him.

I love you!

Then, let's get it over with. I can't go this far! I can't!

Then you won't have to. No! No!

(BLOW LANDS) (GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(SIREN IN DISTANCE)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Peggy!

Joe!

Lock the door. Go!

Joe, the police have been here looking for you.

I know. I just got past one.

Where have you been staying? Huh? I was...

I was staying at Cara Guild, the nurse from the hospital.

I was over at her place.

Joe, I heard over the news this morning. She's dead.

I know. I know.

I was there when she was killed.

I couldn't stop it.

I was...

Joe, you're ill and you won't get better without help.

Yeah, she was in it all along, Peggy.

She and that guy.

The same man that killed Kenbrook.

I've got to get to the hospital, Peggy. I need your help.

Every cop in the city is out looking for me. I need your help.

What are you looking for at the hospital?

An old lady behind locked doors.

Unless I was imagining it.

But I wasn't, then Cara Guild was lying to me.

Why?

Unless that old lady's got all the answers.

She was in Room 207.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) (Malcolm) Peggy?

No! No! No, Peggy.

You can't turn me in now.

I'll lose the only chance I have.

I can't prove I'm innocent, Peggy, of either one of those murders.

(Malcolm) Peggy? Those doctors...

they'll say I was temporarily insane both times.

They'll put me back in the hospital,

and they'll never let me out.

They'll never let me out!

I understand, Joe.

I understand.

(Malcolm) Peggy! (knocking on door)

What are you barricaded for, Peggy?

Not open for business yet, Art.

We found out how Joe is getting around without being seen.

(Peggy) Oh? (Malcolm) His nurse.

We don't know why she was involved or how,

but she helped him.

Now she's dead, too. Art, you don't think...

Peggy, Kenbrook is dead, and Joe's been identified as his killer

Now his nurse is dead and Joe's fingerprints are all over her apartment.

Art, you know Joe couldn't do that. Not consciously, but he's sick.

He doesn't know himself when it's going to happen.

Malcolm If he should call, don't you hold out on me, Peggy.

I'm as much a friend of his as you are.

But he needs help now, not blind loyalty.

Art, I... Yes, Peggy?

I'll let you know, Art.

Thanks, Peggy.

Thanks.

Peggy, now go back to the office.

If I'm not there in an hour, call Lieutenant Malcolm.

Joe... I know, Peggy.

(Nurse) Yes, Doctor?

Right away.

You do pop in and out, young man.

This time you must stay.

For a while, I thought you might be a dream.

Oh, what a charming thing to say.

It's charming of you to ask me in

after the way I ran away last time.

Would you pour, please? The...

the pot gets increasingly heavy.

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope you like your tea. It's special.

Nurse Cara brought it to me last night.

Is anything wrong?

Oh, I don't think we'd better drink this just now.

Why not?

Well, it's cold.

Oh, dear.

Everything I touch turns cold and lifeless.

I suppose it will remain that way until I make amends.

Amends?

What for? What could you possibly have done?

Not I.

My husband, Thomas Barrington.

You know, he was in the steel business.

The Iron Devil, they used to call him.

Yes, yes, I've heard of him.

Whenever he wanted anyone out of the way, he wished...

like a child.

"I wish that man were not in my way".

And one of his henchmen would had it done.

Now, only when I sign

one of those documents

do I feel human...

and decent again.

Documents?

What kind of documents?

Charities.

Every so often,

my lawyer brings papers

about some charity or foundation for the poor,

the blind, or a new hospital.

Nurse Cara says they're all very good causes.

Who's your lawyer?

Josh Martin.

Oh, do you know him?

Yes.

Yes, I know him.

(ENGINE IDLING)

Joe! Josh.

The police are looking for you, I hear.

I know, for the murder of Kenbrook.

I was framed.

What happened, Joe?

If you didn't kill Mel, who did? I was smart, Josh.

I took my executioner with me

while I was running around trying to find out

who was doing what to me.

(ENGINE REVS) My nurse.

Cara? You know her?

Oh, I met her once at the hospital. She's real smart.

She helped me get away,

then she kept me loaded with drugs. (ENGINE REVS)

I told her I wanted to go back and see Mel to warn him.

Her lover got there in time to kill him and frame me.

Why? What was their motive?

Oh, the best, Josh.

Love and money.

Love for her. Money for him.

Millions.

(ENGINE REVS)

Millions?

Mel never heard of that kind of money.

No, he didn't.

Mrs. Barrington did. Edna Barrington?

(ENGINE REVS)

She's a client of mine. She's been certified mentally incompetent.

Yeah, I know, Josh.

You had her certified.

What does she have to do with Mel's death?

(ENGINE REVS)

Well, you...

You've been getting her to sign over

the control of her husband's business empire.

Mel was helping you. (ENGINE REVS)

He must have gotten greedy, asked for a bigger share...

threatened to blow the whistle on you,

so you arranged for him to die in the race by drugging his coffee.

(ENGINE REVS)

I never intended to involve you in this, Joe.

(ENGINE REVS)

If Mel had been killed in that race, it all would have been over.

But now he's dead.

(ENGINE REVS)

There's that enormous Barrington fortune up for grabs.

We could work something out. How, Josh?

Not enough to pay for two funerals.

Now let's-- (ENGINE REVS)

Let's go. (ENGINE REVS)

Let's go!

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(LATCH CLICKS)

Oh, there you are, darling. Someone to see you.

Peggy. Hello, Lieutenant. Hello, Mr. Martin.

Have you heard from Joe Mannix?

No.

No, not since the other day.

We have reason to believe he was on his way here.

Well, he hasn't arrived yet.

Sorry.

Oh, darling, you'd better get things ready for the party, hmm?

Drink? No, thanks.

(COUGHING)

You said you had reason to believe...

Joe was coming here?

He had a talk with Mrs. Barrington at the hospital,

and he told her that he was going to talk to you.

Mrs. Barrington?

I'm afraid she's even less stable than Joe. Sorry.

The last time he was here, he wanted me to hide him.

I begged him to turn himself in.

He's a very sick man.

(COUGHING)

If he does show up, I'll call you immediately.

Thank you, Mr. Martin.

Bye.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Joe! What happened?

It was Josh Martin. He killed Kenbrook and the nurse.

(COUGHS)

Joe, are you all right?

There's no trouble lifting the tea pot now, Mrs. Barrington.

No.

No, you know, it's a miracle.

From the moment you insisted I stop drinking the tea nurse Cara brought me,

I felt better. I must tell her. I think she knows.

She'll be so happy.

Oh, and Dr. Kenbrook

and Josh Martin, my attorney, you remember.

He was always so concerned about my health.

And he told me to tell you that you'd signed enough papers to get well.

Oh! How flattering!

So many nice people troubling themselves about an old woman.

You know, my husband hated people.

But the world is just full of good people.

Don't ever lose faith, young man.

Never, Mrs. Barrington.