All language subtitles for Mannix S03E14 Medal for a Hero.eng

Pickman.

Oh, yes, sir.

That stuff came in last night.

I think so.

I-I'll check it right...

Yes, yes, sir,
I'll check it right away.

Right away.

♪ ♪

Sergeant Ives will
want to see this.

Sergeant.

Looks like the stuff
from the Jorgen heist.

Nearly a hundred of
these, Sergeant.

In a crate marked
"Industrial Machinery"

and weighted down with lead.

Fenneman Furs,
quality stuff.

Other labels, too.

All the best stores in town.

It's a regular clearinghouse.

Sergeant?

Look at this.

In your division,
aren't they?

Yeah, Officers Warren
Hoxie and Vic Heineman.

Looks like they've been
on the take a long time.

250 a week.

Goes back nearly two years.

That'd be almost as long as this
series of unsolved burglaries.

Dan?
Yeah?

Marcus Fair was an old
pal of yours, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was killed
in the Jorgen heist.

He had a wife and a kid.

She works for Joe Mannix.

All he left behind
was the Medal of Valor.

Looks like they gave it
to the wrong man.

What's that supposed to mean?

He was on the take.

Sorry, Sergeant.

His name's in the book, too.

♪ ♪

Take it back!
Take it back!

Take it back!
Take it back!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh.

What...? Wait a minute.

What brought this all on?

Well?

I think my mother wants me,
Mrs. Fair.

Okay, Billy.

No one's keeping you.

Anyway, I just said
what I heard on the radio.

What's the matter, Toby?

Did he say that O.J. Simpson
was a better player

than Mike Garrett?

Well, Toby, honey.

He said Daddy was a crooked cop.

Peggy, just because

his name was on a list
doesn't prove anything.

Toby...

now, you know your father
was a good cop, don't you?

Oh, yes, sir,
I know.

Or they wouldn't have
given him this, would they?

Medal of Valor.

Now, that's really something,
isn't it?

You only get it for g-gall...

Gallantry above
and beyond the call of duty.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Toby, you wash up
for dinner now.

Okay, Mommy.

Hi, Dan!

Hi, Peg.

Peggy, this is
Lieutenant Burdette.

Hello.

Uh, may we
come in?

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, hi, Dan.

Joe.

Oh, this is my boss, Mr. Mannix,
Lieutenant Burdette.

Hello,
Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Peg.

A search warrant?!

What are you
looking for?

Just what it says there--
stolen furs and jewelry.

I'll take this room.

But my son's
in there.

Well, you better
call him in here, then.

Oh, there's no stolen property
in the boy's room, Lieutenant.

You can take my word for it.

I'm not interested in your word,

and I'd advise you just to keep
out of this, Mr. Mannix, huh?

Cool it, will you, Larry?

Now we got a job to do.

You don't have to throw
your weight around to do it.

Well, the officers on the payoff
list got a little bonus--

stolen furs and jewelry
for their girlfriends.

And you think Marc...

I haven't any furs,

and this is
the only jewelry that I own.

May I see them?

That's out, Larry.

They were married
for over eight years.

Have you had those rings
for eight years, Mrs. Fair?

You don't have to say a word
unless you want to, Peggy.

Marcus couldn't afford
to buy me an engagement ring

before we were married.

He gave this to me
on our seventh anniversary.

And when was that?

Two months before he was killed.

Well, you know where
he bought it, don't you, Peggy?

It was a surprise.

Now, if none
of the merchants identify this

as stolen property,
it will be returned to you.

This, uh... this your room,
Mrs. Fair?

If you don't mind.

I know where everything is.

Well, we, uh, might
as well get this over with.

Oh, come
on now, Dan.

There's nothing in this room
but the boy's clothes and toys.

Look, Joe, I don't like this
any better than you do.

Marcus was
my friend, too.

We started on the force
the same time.

Yeah, I know,
I know.

That buddy of
yours, Burdette--

he's got all the charm
of a tiger snake.

Yeah, well,

Larry takes this
thing very personally.

He won't be satisfied till
he pulls this thing apart

and spits the pieces
into the garbage can.

Why take it out on Peggy?

Well, I suppose because

the other two guys
weren't really locals.

They were transfers
from Coronado Park.

Dan...

...what have they got
against Marcus

besides his name being
on that list?

One-- all the robberies occurred
in his area.

His and Warren Hoxie's.

They were both assigned
to Patrol Car A-67.

Two-- we've dug up witnesses
who spotted the car at the scene

of two
of the robberies.

Apparently, Joe,

they were standing lookout
for the burglars.

Wait a minute.
Marcus was killed

trying to prevent
that jewelry store burglary.

Not according
to the man who killed him.

Donnelly?

He was convicted and
sent up for life.

Yeah, well, he's appealing.

He's claiming self-defense.

He claims Marcus wasn't acting
as a police officer.

Well, as what then?

As an accomplice.

Sure, Marcus was
my accomplice.

He was in on it
all the way.

Why didn't you plead
self-defense at the first trial?

You're putting me on, man.

Who'd have taken my word
against a dead hero's?

His unsupported word, at that.

But it isn't unsupported now,
Mr. Mannix.

There's corroboration.

The payoff list.

Exactly.

Clayton, tell Mr. Mannix

precisely what happened
that night.

It was a real smooth operation,

or at least we thought
it was going to be.

Man, you scared
me half to death.

What are you doing
in here, anyway?

You're supposed to be
outside keeping an eye out.

While you guys lap up
the real gravy, huh?

He was half drunk,

or maybe he wouldn't
have done what he did.

What have you got
in your hand?

Unset diamonds,
but look, Marcus, you...

And hard to trace, huh?

I'll take 'em as my cut.

Look, you get
yours in payoff.

Now, get outside
where you belong.

Okay, hand 'em over, Clay.

I was lucky, believe me.

He was too smashed
to shoot the side of a barn.

But you weren't,
and you killed him?

Well, it's self-defense.

Your word
against a dead man's, right?

Right.

And some names and figures
you call a payoff list.

Oh, that isn't all we've got
against Fair, Mr. Mannix.

There's more.

What?

A witness who actually saw him
accept a bribe.

From whom?

I'd rather not go into that
just now.

Hmm. Who's the witness?

My girl, Hettie Wills.

Please, Clay!

That's in confidence,
Mr. Mannix.

There are other matters

I want you to concentrate on
if you're going

to work for us.

Sorry.

But Sergeant Ives implied
you were available.

Ives was wrong.

I've already
got a client.

Who?

Oh, I don't think
you'd know him, Mr. Ogilvie.

He's only eight years old.

Thanks, Vic.

Hey, what are you
doing here?

I thought I told you to take
a couple of days off.

I had to come in, Joe.

Look, why don't you go home
and relax

and let me handle this, huh?

I'm not a porcelain doll, okay?

Okay.

Donnelly says his girl
actually saw Marcus

accept a bribe.

I don't believe it!

No, but if she's gonna
testify,

she's gonna have to identify
the man who paid him the bribe.

He must be the one
who put Marcus's name

on the payoff list.

I'd like to know why.

Avery Pickman?

The manager of the warehouse?

Maybe.

The police think so.

Peggy, Donnelly's girlfriend's
name is Hettie Wills.

See if you can locate her.

Okay.

Would you, for me, go see Warren
Hoxie, Marcus's old partner?

I think he'd help us
if he could.

Is he in custody?

No, just suspended.

He's at 614 Fifth.

Apartment 309.

♪ ♪

Can't you let the dead rest
in peace?

How about Marcus Fair, Hoxie?

Can he rest in peace?

I'm the living dead, friend.

He's the dead dead.
They can't hurt him anymore.

They can hurt his wife and kid.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Peggy Fair works for me.

What do you want?

You can help me.

Me?

How?

I'd like to know how
Marcus Fair's name
got on that list.

It's all they've
got against him.

Well, that's all they got
against any of 'em.

Is it?

I heard you and Heineman
wrapped some furs

around your girlfriends.

We bought 'em off
a street peddler.

Can you prove it?

Can they prove I didn't?

Is that the story you told
Internal Investigation?

I didn't give them any story.

On the advice of counsel,
I took the Fifth.

I see.

You see what?

They can bust me
off the force,

but why should I talk
myself into prison?

You can't clear Marcus Fair

without incriminating yourself,
is that it?

Maybe, maybe not.

But what's a dead's man
reputation worth

compared to seven years
in the pen?

Look, if Marcus is clean
I'm clean,

and so is Heineman.

Don't forget we were all
in the same boat together.

What boat?

Patrol Car A-67.

I thought the letter "A"
stood for a two-man car.

It does.

Heineman filled in
on Fair's days off.

What are you doing
here, Mannix?

Well, that's between me and
my client, Lieutenant.

You gonna get out of
my way, or do I walk
right through you?

You were here to see Warren
Hoxie, weren't you?

I'm trying to clear Marcus Fair.

Any objections?

The police can wash
their own dirty linen

without your help.

Maybe I can furnish
the soap.

Don't get smart
with me, Mannix.

Technically, Lieutenant,
that's assault.

You like to try
for battery?

Yes, Hettie Wills.

Oh, look, Vic, are you giving me
the runaround, by any chance?

Because of Marcus.

All right, all right.

I take it back.

Yeah.

Thanks, anyway, Vic.

Hmm.

What was that
all about?

I was trying to find someone
down at headquarters

to give us a lead
on locating Hettie Wills.

But all of a sudden,
I'm an outsider.

It's not you, Peggy.

It's me.

Why you?

Well--

forget it.

Hey, what about that
license number?

Oh, I'm getting that.

At least Katie down in DMV
still likes me.

Oh, Dan.

Hi.

Hey, Dan,
what's up?

Oh, just a certain
Lieutenant's dander.

Word to the wise, Joe.

Stay away from him.

You came all the way down here
to tell me that?

Well, I-I was
in the neighborhood.

Then have a cup of coffee.

Thanks, Joe.

I've got to go.

Dan...

who was assigned to Car A-67
the dates of the burglaries?

Marcus and Hoxie,
I guess.

I...

Not Heineman and Hoxie?

I should have
thought of it.

I just didn't think
about Heineman

being Hoxie's partner.

He only filled in
occasionally.

Joe, you mean,

on the night of the
burglaries--

if they occurred on
Marcus's night off...

Which I suspect is
what we'll find out.

Thanks, Dan.

No-- don't mind me.

I choke up watching commercials.

I'll check
those dates, Joe.

Thanks, Dan.

Hey.

Hey now, take it easy.

Good night, Mrs.
Hackett, and thank you.

Hello, Mommy.
Hi, darling.

I didn't mean
to wake you up.

I like to be waked
up like that.

Did Mrs. Hackett
give you dinner?

Then off to bed.

Mr. Mannix, will they
take this back now?

Well, of course not,
Toby.

Peggy, uh, does this book
mean anything to you?

It's Marcus's daybook.

I couldn't bring myself
to look at it

after he was killed.

Look at this.
Routine reports.

Investigations under
progress.

Complaints answered.

And then the last four days,
nothing but numbers.

Why?

I don't know.

Tell me, uh, those last
few days of his life,

what was Marcus's attitude?

Attitude?

His state of mind.

Troubled.

More troubled than
I'd ever seen him.

Honey, what's
bothering you?

Nothing, Peg.
Oh, come on now.

I know better
than that.

You've been worried sick
these past few days.

Isn't it bad enough
to be a policeman's wife

without having to put up
with his problems?

You concentrate
on the loving,

leave the worrying
to me.

Then he went back
to his daybook.

Then later...

What's wrong,
honey?
Nothing.

I have to go out
for a while.

But you're off
duty tonight.

A cop's never
off duty, honey.

Take care.

One more for the road?

A man could get smashed
on those.

And that was the last night?

And earlier in the evening he
was brooding over this book?

Yes.

Then, even though
he was off duty,

he went out.

There's a connection.

He wasn't patrolling--

I don't think he just, uh,
blundered onto that robbery.

I think he knew
it was gonna happen.

Then he would have reported it.

What if he wasn't sure?
What if he just had a hunch?

What if he suspected his partner
of being involved?

And Hoxie was,
you know.

Oh, that would have torn
Marcus up pretty badly

to inform on a fellow officer.

Yeah, particularly
on a hunch.

Peggy, Marcus was
too good a cop

not to keep up
his daybook.

And he did keep it up,
but in such a way

that he wouldn't
hurt his friend

if his hunch happened
to be wrong.

I think this is a code.

Elementary.

Can you decode it?

Sure.
How long will
it take?

A day, maybe.

You know, I've got
to admit, Bobby,

I never really believed
those stories

about you being
with G-2.

You really were an
intelligence officer.

If you saw my old uniform,
you'd believe it.

Shiny only in the seat
of the pants.

Another case

of the Army putting a round peg
in a square hole, huh?

No, not so.

Musicians make great
cryptologists.

They have a natural ear for it.

To say nothing of the eye.

What's this, but a code?

With its bars and clefs,

sharps and flats,
majors and minors?

There's a call for you,
Mr. Mannix.

Ah, thank you.

I'll get back to you.

♪ ♪

Hello.

Joe, I finally got it.

Hettie Wills lives
at 5693 Peck Place.

How'd you manage it?

Marcus had a lot of friends
beside policemen.

I spread the word and one
of them just got back to me.

Joe...

when you see her,
I want to go with you.

Sure.

Hettie Wills?

My name is Joe Mannix.

This is Peggy Fair.

Mrs. Marcus Fair.

Clay Donnelly says
you saw Marcus Fair paid off.

Who was the payoff man,
Miss Wills?

Was it Avery Pickman?

Why don't
you ask him?

Clay Donnelly
said to ask you.

Look, I'm trying
to spare this girl's feelings.

I know what it's like
to lose your man.

Now Clay's got one foot
in the gas chamber.

If you think I'm going

to help you drag in
his other foot, you're crazy!

Miss Wills, we're not here
to hurt Clay Donnelly,

but I don't want my son

to grow up thinking
that his father was crooked.

What are you worried about?

The honkeys'll whitewash
your man along with their own.

That's not true.

Charges are pending
against them.

They'll pend for a long time.

Little cops don't get rich

unless some big wheel
gets richer.

What big wheel?

Never you mind.

But they won't dig up any dirt.

They'll just sweep it
under the rug.

Avery Pickman!

Get down!

Lieutenant, don't shoot!

His gun was empty.

How was I supposed
to know that?

I yelled at you
not to shoot.

You closed his mouth,
Lieutenant.

And you closed it permanently.

And who's to blame, huh?

Now we had that house
under surveillance.

We would have taken
him alive if it hadn't
have been for you.

Mannix, I'm going
to have your license for this.

Thanks, Katie.

License number Z-R-R-380

is registered to a man
named Elbert Jensen.

Two addresses and
phone numbers--

residence
and business.

Try the business.

Right.

Martin Ogilvie, attorney-at-law.

It's Donnelly's lawyer.

Is this Mr. Ogilvie?

No. This is Elbert Jensen,
Mr. Ogilvie's private secretary.

Can I help you?

Uh, no, thank you.

I'll call back later.

Now why would Ogilvie's
private secretary

be calling on Warren Hoxie?

Peggy, find out from Dan
if the handwriting

in the payoff list
is Avery Pickman's.

And if it isn't?

Then the head
of the burglary ring

is still alive and breathing.

Who?

The man behind Ogilvie.

The man who gave him the money
to defend Donnelly.

I happen to know
Donnelly's tapped out,

and Ogilvie isn't
defending him

out of the goodness
of his heart.

Bobby!
Bobby.

Joe, I'm sorry.

I tried to stall him,
but he dragged me over here.

Hand it over, Mannix.

Hand what over?

You know what I'm talking about!

Give it to
him, Bobby.

Well, withholding evidence.

That'll be one more charge
against you at the hearing.

What hearing?

You're to appear

before the Department
of Professional Licenses

tomorrow at 5:00 to show cause
why yours shouldn't be revoked.

I'll see you there.

How'd he find out?

I called the Police Academy
to find out

if it was some kind
of a stock police code.

It isn't,

but I guess word got back
to Burdette.

Well, that daybook
was our only lead.

It still is, pal.

I photographed every page.

That's the word
that occurs most often.

Then Marcus was
investigating the burglaries.

That's right.

You see how
the code works?
No, not quite.

Oh, I learned a long time ago
that A is the first letter

in the alphabet,
and B is the second,

but how can the same
digit represent A and U?

You got to distinguish
the sharps

from the flats, old boy.

Go on.

Well, you see the digit 1

under the letter A
is a straight line.

The digit I under the letter
U is a straight line

with a bar
across the bottom.

Making it represent 21,

or the 21st letter
of the alphabet.

I see.

And the second digit 2
has a little curlicue on top,

and the number 2 under
the letter B has none.

That's the idea.

Here's the first
page, decoded.

That's it! When can you get
the rest of it?

Sometime this
afternoon.

Hurry it up,
will you, genius?

Joe,

what if Hoxie suspected
Marcus was on his trail?

What if he had him set up
for Clay Donnelly?

Are you out of
your mind, Mannix?

I wouldn't connive with
a punk like Donnelly.

You're conniving
with him right now.

What are you
talking about? How?

By letting him get away

with the charge
that Marcus was his accomplice.

All right!

Donnelly was lying.

Now, will you
let go of me?!

So Marcus wasn't
his accomplice?

No!

Can you prove it?

Sure, I can.

Then why haven't you?

Because I want
to forget that night.

Forget that you were bought
by the gang?

Everybody's going to know that,
anyway.

Look, haven't I told you enough
already?

You can clear Marcus.

I've got to know it all.

I can't tell you any more.

Why?

Because you killed Marcus?

Get off of that!

That's what you want
to forget, isn't it?

Isn't it?

No!

I could have saved him,

and I didn't.

That's what I want to forget.

What's taking so long?

You're under arrest.

On your feet
with your hands up.

I should have broken in
right then

and sided Marcus, but I...

I couldn't move.

I froze.

Hey, what are you doing?!

I want you to tell Sergeant
Ives what you just told me.

No!
No?!

No, I talk
to my lawyer first.

If you interfere, Mannix,
I'll clam up.

I want him with me
when I surrender.

All right.

When?

In an hour.
He's coming here.

You'll call me afterwards?

I'll call you.

Let's give him
a chance, Peggy.

He said an hour.

I still think you
should have reported
that little incident

outside the
building.

Hi, Dan.
Joe.

Peg, I got
some good news.

On the dates
of all the burglaries,

Marcus was off duty.

Heineman and Hoxie were assigned
to Car 67.

Thanks, Dan.

Who was responsible
for the assignments?

Their watch officer,
Lieutenant Burdette. Why?

And another thing.

The handwriting on that
payoff list was not Pickman's.

Maybe it was some guy
whose initials are L.B.

What?

I decoded the rest
of the daybook.

What daybook?

Lieutenant Burdette took...

Didn't he tell you?

No.

What about L.B.?

Marcus suspected
the payoff money was given

to just one cop

who divided it
with the others.
Who?

I'm not certain.

Marcus also wrote

that he overheard Hoxie mention
the name of the payoff man.

To him, it sounded
like the initials L.B.

That could be any one
of a thousand people.

I'll talk to the captain.

I'm sure Larry turned
that book over to him.

And if he didn't?

Shouldn't we be hearing
from Hoxie by now?

If it'll make you feel better.

Yeah?

Hoxie?

Yeah.

20,000 is all we could raise
on such short notice.

Take it or leave it.

Okay, where?

You been drinking?

One or two.

You forget you wanted to make it
to the lake?

Just double-checking.

♪ ♪

Masheena Lake?!

Look, Joe, you don't know
what kind of trouble

you're going to run into
up there.

Let me call Dan and...

Okay.

But call me as soon as you can.

Howdy!

Howdy.

Um, you know
this man?

It's Mr. Hoxie.

A real nice fella.

You know where
I might find him?

It's important.

Oh, the place he
usually camps

is straight across
the lake.

The quickest way to get there
is rent one of my boats.

Thank you.

You bet!

♪ ♪

Waiting for somebody, Hoxie?

Hoxie, you're a liar
and a blackmailer.

And for once, you're gonna start
talking straight.

Now, where do you think
you're running to?

To anywhere where they
couldn't extradite me.

You think I was gonna
stand still for a
jail sentence?

An ex-cop in a can with
thieves and killers!

Have you any idea what
that'd be like?

And you figure your ex-employers
would finance this little jaunt

or you'd blow the whistle
on them, huh?

They got me into this mess.

They owe me!

You got yourself in this mess,
Hoxie.

You're a fool.

They tried
to kill me,

and I only know half
of what you know.

Now, let's go!

You're gonna take me back?

What do you think?

I leveled with you, Mannix.

I helped you with Fair.

You owe me!

Everybody owes you,
don't they, Hoxie?

Now, let's go.

Move!

All right, this way.

Ah... just can't keep your nose
out of things, can you, Mannix?

How did you know?
Peggy told me.

Who's out there trying to blow
your head off, Mannix, huh?

Not that I don't think
it's a pretty good idea.

Well, I'd say one of the men's
name is Elbie.

Isn't that what you called him,
Hoxie?

Elbert Jensen.

Warren Ogilvie's secretary.

I always thought the man
behind Ogilvie was the one

who organized all of these
burglaries.

But there was nobody behind him.

Just Ogilvie.

Elbie was the payoff man.

He gave Hoxie the money to
divide with Heineman and Marcus.

Hoxie knew he couldn't
corrupt Marcus

so he pocketed his share
of the money.

Ogilvie didn't know that

so he put Marcus's name
on the payoff list.

Came from off
to the right.

Were you in the Infantry,
Lieutenant?

Sure.

What else would a flatfoot be?

What do you say we try a little
double-flanking maneuver?

Why not?

All right, Elbie,
turn around slowly

and drop the gun.

Drop it!

Stand still!

Hands up!

You okay?
Yeah.

Elbie's dead.

Well, that wasn't too bad a
double-flanking attack, Joe.

Save your kind words
for the hearing.

About my license...

Oh, there won't be a hearing.

The chief witness just decided
not to show up.

All right, let's go.

Joe!
Hi, Peggy.

Toby up?
Not yet.

Mommy, is someone
at the door?

Hello, Toby.

I, uh, I thought you might
like to see this.

There, now how about
that, huh?

Oh, uh, Peggy,

Lieutenant Burdette gave me
something to give you.