All language subtitles for Mannix S03E20 Only One Death to a Customer.eng

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Mr. Bradshaw?

Oh, forgive me for bringing you
out to the yard

this time of night.

You, uh, said you had a problem.

No, Mannix.

You have the problem.

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There he is!

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Hey, take it easy.

I'm not gonna
hurt you.

What was all the
shooting for?

For me.

What are you doing here?

I'm the night watchman.

You got a gun?

Security patrol comes around.

I'm just supposed to call if I
see anything out of the way.

Where's your telephone?

In the mill foreman's office
across the yard.

You been hurt!

I...

want you to call
the police for me.

I don't know what
your trouble is,

but leave me
out of it.

Wait.

Wait a minute!

Don't shoot!

Hold it!

That's not Mannix.

Someone must have
called the cops.

Let's get out of here.

Dr. Rourke, go to 561 West.

Dr. Jackson, outside call.

Thank you, nurse.

Dr. Jackson, outside call.

Hi!

Are you all right?

Never better.

What happened?

My client, Bradshaw,
wanted me dead.

Check on him, Peggy.

I already did.

Company never heard
of a Bradshaw.

Well, the other guy
he called Parker.

Probably both phony names.

Why, Joe?

He walked me into a trap.

Why?

That's something
else.

I've had dissatisfied
customers before,

but, uh, I've never had one

that wanted to kill me
before I took the case.

Peggy...

I, uh...

I don't know whether I turned on
that tape recorder

when Bradshaw called me.

If it's on tape...

You didn't turn the tape on.

Great!

You've had enough for one day.

You're exhausted.

I'll see you
in the morning, huh?

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All right, now
you better talk.

And it better be good.

The whole story.

I...

I was... I was hired to get you.

Who paid you?

I don't know.

A guy called me.

I met him
in the warehouse district.

What'd he look like?

He's on one side of the wall,
I was on the other.

You took a contract like that,
sight unseen, on faith?

He threw $2,500
over the wall.

Another 2,500
when I finished.

Where were you to meet him
when you finished?

Oh, he told me.

The obituary appears,

he'd send me
the rest of it.

Look, Mannix, for 5,000 bucks,

I don't ask no questions.

What's all
the commotion?

Why, Mr. Mannix,

you shouldn't be out of bed.

You have no idea why, Joe?

Either time?

In my business,
Art, you figure

a certain percentage of the
people are not gonna like you.

But twice in a row--
now that's ridiculous.

The guy you caught said
he had a contract for 5,000.

The other two
had the same deal.

Means there's an awful lot
of money being spread around.

Yeah, and there's only one man
that I can think of

who hated me enough
for that.

Who?

Frank Bauer.

Bauer? He's dead.

Yeah.

So where does that leave us?

You know,

when Bauer hit that Vegas club
for $220,000,

he hid that money somewhere.

He must have figured
if he got caught,

the money'd be waiting
for him when he got out.

But then when that cashier
he shot died, it was murder.

When I found him, he got life.

Frank Bauer was the meanest man
I ever saw.

He swore in court he'd get Joe

and the judge
and the prosecutor.

Last week, he broke out
of the Nevada state pen.

And he was killed.

So at least you don't have him
to worry about.

But that $220,000
is still missing.

Now maybe somebody thinks
I know where it is

and is trying
to keep me from it.

Watch out
for that somebody, Joe.

"B" for Bauer.

Bauer had a brother.

There's no mention
of a brother here.

Yeah, and he wasn't
at the trial, either.

They didn't get on too well.

Then why would his brother
suddenly set out

to revenge Frank's death
and spend a fortune doing it?

I don't know.

But I'm such a lovable guy,

I figure someone has got to have
a reason to want to kill me.

How about a
refill, Joe?

Yeah, thanks.

Listen to
this, Peggy.

"Elko, Nevada.

"Neil Evers, 63,

"retired judge of the
Nevada Circuit Court,

"died in a fire that
destroyed his home

"outside of Elko
Monday morning.

"The fire was believed
to have been started

"by a short circuit
in an electrical heater.

Services will be private."

Don't tell me.

He was the judge
on the Bauer case.

Yes, he was.

Well, it said
a short circuit, Joe.

An accident.

I mean, maybe
it's just a coincidence?

Yeah.

And it was just
a coincidence

that three guys have tried
to kill me

within the past 24 hours.

Now look, Peggy,
I want you to try

and get a rundown
on Frank Bauer's brother.

Find out...

Oh!

Stay down!

Peggy, cancel
all my appointments

and call
the prison administrator

at the Nevada State
Penitentiary, Larry Hammond,

and book me
on a flight.

But that's what
they want you to do.

They're trying to
draw you into a trap.

Well, make the reservations
under any name you want.

Up there, you're going
to be a sitting duck, Joe!

What kind of a duck was I
a few minutes ago?

Call Larry Hammond.

Yes, Joe, I knew Judge Evers.

He was a good man.

Yeah. Well, at the trial,
Frank Bauer kept screaming

he was going to get
rid of all of us--

me, Evers, the
prosecutor.

Now, Bauer wasn't one
of our more stable types.

What does all this have
to do with you?

Who's your client?

Me.

There have been three different
attempts on my life

within the past
24 hours.

And apparently,
by three different people.

Now Judge Evers is dead.

Well, you're not trying to tie
that to the threats Bauer made?

Well, it's a possibility,
isn't it?

Joe, Bauer was dead

the week
before Judge Evers died.

Are you sure Bauer is dead?

I can understand

how three different attempts
on your life

would make you edgy.

Maybe somebody didn't nail down
the coffin.

There's an inquest.

You want to see the file
on Frank Bauer?

He made a pretty clever
break, at that.

Came within a hair
of getting away with it.

But then, these guys
have nothing to do

but sit and figure
a way out.

Frank Bauer had a brother.

He make any visits?

No.

Two visits by his attorney.

That's it.

Bauer wasn't the friendly
type, in or out.

What are you working on,
a brother's revenge?

Maybe.

Well, that sounds better
than what it looked
like at first.

I thought you had
a vengeful ghost in mind.

There's the results
of the inquest--

the usual workup.

He got out in a meat truck.

I'd just finished breakfast
when I first got the word.

One of the guards spotted
something suspicious

under the truck.

He hit the siren.

They were after it
in a matter of minutes.

We did a head count,
found out who was missing,

and put out an APB for Bauer.

They caught the meat truck

less than three miles
from the prison.

But Bauer got away.

They found blood
where he'd braced himself--

hanging by his hands and feet
to the undercarriage.

The only stop the truck made
was a boulevard stop

at the highway junction.

They found where
the getaway car had turned.

They caught up with it
in the mountains

18 miles south of here.

Bauer gave them quite a run.

Again, he almost got away,

but we train our boys
pretty well.

There was some talk

that since it was
syndicate money he stole,

the syndicate engineered
the break.

Provided him
with a sabotaged car.

Sounds like an
interesting lead.

Seemed like it
to me, too,

but the investigation
turned up negative.

Trace the car?

Probably stolen.

Now you're sure it
was Frank Bauer?

No doubt about that?

The prison dentist

got back a piece
of bridgework

that he put in himself

less than six months ago.

There's no doubt, Joe.

He's dead.

And I don't believe
in ghosts.

Well, now, if the syndicate
didn't furnish Frank Bauer

with the car,
where did he get it?

Stole it.
Oh, come
on. How?

A car just happened
to be at a deserted crossroad

where Frank Bauer happened
to fall out

from underneath a meat truck
he used in a breakout?

Life is full
of coincidences, Joe.

Just like three guys trying
to kill you.

And managing
to kill Judge Evers.

You're assuming
that he was killed.

That's not what it says
in the paper.

They're investigating for arson.

Of course
they are.

In a case of fire, they always
investigate for arson.

That's routine.

Oh, look, Joe,

I've known you
for a long time, right?

I've never seen you get rattled
under pressure.

I've gotten used
to the idea of living.

Who was the lawyer
who visited him?

Robert Turner.

That's the same lawyer
he had at the trial.

Right.

When did he last
visit him?

March 19.

See, July,
August, June.

That'd be seven
months ago.

Well, it's not very likely
he would have set it up then.

Well, thanks again, Larry.

There are probably
not many people

who ever said that to you.

What's the matter?

I'm not sure.

What is it?

This car was washed
when I rented it.

I've been driving
over dusty roads

for about an hour.

I didn't ask anybody to
check my oil and water.

It looks like somebody did.

Just another coincidence, Larry?

Or are you beginning
to believe in ghosts?

I'm Joe Mannix.

I called Mr. Corey.

Yes, sir.

He's expecting you.

Ah, Mannix.

Welcome to Reno.

It's been a long time.

Sure has.

Oh, how's the arm?

Ah, it's better.
Oh, good.

Oh, come on
in, sit down.

Thanks.

Well...

Now, what's this
about my being in danger?

Well, now, I told you
what happened to me,

what happened to Judge Evers.

And you remember

what Frank Bauer swore
he was going to do.

Mannix, if I didn't know
your reputation,

I'd give you a quick,
polite brush-off.

Larry Hammond phoned me
from the prison.

I was at the inquest.

There's no doubt Bauer is dead.

All right, what about
Frank Bauer's brother?

Revenge, maybe?

Ellsworth Bauer?

Well, he was under surveillance
for over a year.

Oh, and so was, uh,
Frank Bauer's girl--

Dorothy Harker.

We thought they might know
where the money was,

might try to pass
some of it,

but no evidence
turned up

to link them
with the crime.

No. Bauer worked alone.

I imagine he took the money
right to the grave with him.

Whatever happened
to Dorothy Harker?

Oh, Dorothy.

I see her often.

Sure. Well, I live
at the Monarch Hotel.

She's got a little boutique
on the same street.

Late.

Got to get to court.

Oh, uh, could I take a look
at your Bauer file?

Oh, sure. Sure, sure.

Betty, will you bring

the folder in on the Frank Bauer
trial, would you?

Thanks. Tom?

Huh?

Watch your step, huh?

I will.

Oh, uh, Mannix, uh...

he wants to check that file.

Now, help him
in any way you can, huh?

Glad to.

Any way I can.

Oh, uh, thank you.

Would you do me
one more favor?

Would you call the
DMV and, uh,

check on a car registered
to Ellsworth Bauer?

Of course.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, Peggy, it's me.

I'm so glad you're alive
enough to call.

I want you to run a check
on Ellsworth Bauer.

Yeah, Frank Bauer's brother.

Used to work as a relief dealer

in a place called the, uh,
Lucky Dollar in Las Vegas.

You're still hunting ghosts?

Yeah, and they're hunting back.

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Good afternoon.
May I help you?

I hope so.

Something personal
for a gift--

a negligee, bed jacket?

I've got some lovely Italian
lace handkerchiefs.

Well, this isn't much more
than a handkerchief,

but, uh, it's quite
a nice gift.

How much?
$85.

Oh.

Would you, uh--

would you say this is
about your size?

I'm afraid not.

We always display
the smaller sizes.

Trick of
the trade.
Oh.

It looks more
appealing.

I'm rather a big girl.

Well, I would say that's
a pretty fair description.

Haven't I met you
some place?

Have you ever been
to Los Angeles?

No.

But I remember you, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, yeah.

Dorothy Harper.

Harker.

Dorothy Harker.

You were a friend
of Frank Bauer's.

The trial was a long time ago.

I hated you then,

but it was a long time ago.

Well, I must say, that's
a very professional attitude.

Did you keep in touch with, uh,
Bauer when he was in jail?

Never.
Visitors depressed him.

Uh, what must have really
depressed him was knowing

that he was in for life

and all that money was
out there waiting.

And still waiting.

You're after that?

Well, now, I've never met anyone

who couldn't use a few extra
hundred thousand.

Look, Mr. Mannix,

I've had private detectives
hounding me,

asking me questions,

getting me fired
from jobs.

Finally, they
gave up.

Don't you think I'd have
gotten the money

if I knew where it was
the minute Frank was killed?

Now, wait a minute,

sometimes people know things
without realizing it.

I'm a private detective.

It's my job to put
two and two together--

and see if it adds up to a
couple of hundred thousand.

You think you can
find the money?

I'm gonna try.

And you expect me to help you?

Well, uh, maybe we can
help each other.

How about dinner?

Tonight?

Well, how about that?

Hi.
Hi.

Well...

Come in.

I must say that looks
more interesting

than it did in your boutique.

Of course, that could
be the model.

There's some
scotch there.

Ice, soda, water.

I'll only be
a second.

How do you take yours?

Over ice.

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There you are.
Thank you.

To the end
of the rainbow.

As long as it's
lined with gold.

Look, now, I'm not too
familiar with this town.

What's good for dinner?

Emile's.

It's a few miles
out, but the food is
worth traveling for.

Great.

You're a lot
different.

I mean, from what
I expected.

Hmm?

I mean, I only thought
of you as a cop.

Hmm.

Well, uh,

why don't you think
of me as a partner?

You said partner,
not buddy.

Hmm.

Dinner?

If you insist.

What is all that noise?

Where are you?

Oh, I'm having dinner
with my partner.

Well, I do now.

Any luck on Ellsworth?

No.

He hasn't worked Vegas
since Bauer's arrest.

Which isn't surprising.

Three months ago he was up
in San Francisco

working as a numbers runner.

I guess that would qualify
as a syndicate connection--

certainly not a very plush job.

I checked Central Files.

There's no make on him anywhere.

So apparently, he's kept
himself out of trouble.

I'm still looking, but he's
pulled the hole in after him.

Maybe we've got ourselves
another ghost.

Yeah, they're all around us,
Peggy.

Now, look, you find
Ellsworth Bauer.

I need him.

Problem?
Uh, no, no.

Some widow wants me to check
out her second husband

before she marries him.

Well, a girl can't
be too careful.
No.

You gonna set her
mind at rest?

Well, I think this is a much
more interesting proposition.

So do I.
Mmm.

Joe, I love the music,

and the dinner
and the wine.

But how do we go about
finding the money?

We talk.

Talk?
Yeah.

Oh, and enjoy
ourselves.

You see,

everybody at some point
makes a slip, and, uh,

if you can remember anything
that Frank Bauer said,

no matter how unimportant
it seemed at the time,

we may be able to figure out
where he hid the money.

Now, uh, did he ever
talk to you

about his plans
for the robbery?

Frank had each word appraised
by two different people

before he'd say it.
Yeah.

Well, the prison
records list him

as a borderline psychotic.

Talking wasn't
his strong point.
Mmm.

We're gonna have to find
another approach.

Hmm.

Have you always been
a private cop?

No.

No, I've done a
lot of things.

Are you sure that
this is the way

we can find the money
Frank hid?

Absolutely.

You know, they say getting
there is half the fun.

They are right.

What about Ellsworth Bauer?

Do you think, uh--

do you think maybe Frank told
his brother about the money?

Oh, Frank wouldn't give
Ellsworth the time of day

if he'd just stolen
Ellie's watch.

Well, that tells us

what kind of a guy
Frank was.

What kind of a guy
is Ellsworth?

Oh, not enough ambition

to make an honest
living,

and not enough brains
to be a crook.

What kind of honest work
did he try?

He was a relief dealer
in a couple of cheap clubs.

All the money he'd get
he'd spend

on a crummy cabin
at Tahoe--

not even on
the water.

He wants to retire there.

You know, uh,
the way I heard it,

you used to be Ellsworth's girl.

That was before Frank.

One family girl, huh?

Not any longer.

You know,

maybe we ought to try
and find Ellsworth anyway.

He might know something
we can put together.

You have any idea
where he-he is?

Do you think maybe he's up
at that Lake Tahoe place?

He's on the coast.

Oh? Where?
I don't know
exactly.

I saw him a couple
of days ago

and he was just
about to take off.

He was being very vague,

but Ellie always plays it
like that--

like he'd got something so big
he can't discuss it.

Where'd you see him?
Here.

He was staying
at the Monarch.

When'd he leave?

A couple of days ago--

Monday, maybe Tuesday.

But he said he'd call
when he got settled.

Did he, uh, seem to have money?

Same as always.

Talked big and looked broke.

Hmm.

But then you just can't tell
about people.

Take you, for
instance,

you have a square,
honest reputation.

What made you change?

Fear.

People just keep trying
to knock me off.

You know,
I'd like to get enough money

to get out of this business
once and for all.

Shall I fix us
some breakfast?

Oh, uh, no.

No, I'm--

I'm gonna have
to be going.

Well, I don't have to open
the shop until 9:00.

And, uh, it's been a long
time since dinner.

Don't go.

Be a buddy.
Ooh, uh--

maybe, uh--

maybe we better
stay partners

until we have enough money
to be real buddies, huh?

Ah, thank you.

Hello?

Who?

Oh, Mannix.

Hmm.

You're still in town?

You always keep these hours?

Ellsworth Bauer was staying
at this hotel?

When?

A couple of days ago.

Dorothy Harker saw him.

Check it out, will you?

See if you can get a lead
on him.

I'm on my way over to you now.

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Stay clear,
please. Clear.

What
happened?

Tom Corey--
he fell off the balcony.

Corey?

As loaded as he
was, it's no wonder.

I talked to him
a few minutes ago.

He was perfectly sober.

It smells like he
swallowed the whole still.

Who are you?
Joe Mannix.

Mannix? He was calling
for someone named Mannix.

Hold it, fellas.

Tom?

There was approximately
eight ounces of alcohol

in the stomach.

That's a lot
of whiskey.

Now, look, 15 minutes
before Corey died, he was sober.

It's not easy to tell
with a heavy drinker.

Yeah. Well,
he wasn't drunk, Doc.

Did you come to ask
my medical opinion, Mr. Mannix,

or to tell me?

Tom was my friend, too.

I warned him

a dozen times
to cut down.

He had no hobbies,
no sports.

Booze was his sole method
of unwinding.

Yeah, maybe.

But I can't believe
that, in 15 minutes,

he got drunk enough
to fall off that balcony.

But he could have been forced

to down that whiskey,
and then pushed.

Yes, I'd say Tom Corey's death
was a little too much

of a coincidence.

Now, you told me that Frank
Bauer never had any visitors

while he was in jail,
including his brother.

Now, did he ever
write to his brother?

He did write his brother.

There were three letters.

The last one was sent the tenth
of this month.

The tenth.

That's four days
before the prison break.

Any record of the content?

No, but obviously,

there was nothing
suspicious enough

for the censors to pick up.

Now suppose the syndicate
used Frank's brother

to set up the break
and then sabotaged the car?

There never was any evidence

that Ellsworth worked
for the syndicate.

Yeah.

Well, then,

maybe Ellsworth decided
to go into business for himself.

Maybe he wanted his brother dead
so he could collect the money.

They may not have got on,

but Bauer was
Ellsworth's own brother, Joe.

Yeah.

Like Cain and Abel.

Joe, where were you?

I've been trying everywhere
to get you.

Yeah, well, so has
everybody else.

I got a call
from Ellsworth this morning.

I'm going to meet him.

He's got the money?

I think he knows where it is.

At least, I think
he's got an idea.

And he's going to
share it with you?
Well...

as you pointed out,
it was Ellsworth before Frank.

Well, now, that's
the kind of loyalty

they write poems about.

Why do you need me?

I know Ellsworth.

If he did get his hands
on the money,

he wouldn't know
what to do with it.

Hmm.

You would.

Where is he?

At Tahoe.

Ah.

We're still
partners, aren't we?

Until we, uh...
become buddies.

You've been watching the
mirror the last hour.

What are you
looking for?

Ghosts.

Um... wait.

Ellie may be a little
edgy with strangers.

Joe?

Well, Frank,

you look remarkably
well for a dead man.

Get his gun.

Well, I'm to be the last
of the three.

I told you I'd get you.

I promised all of you.

You were lucky
with the others, Frank,

but those three bums
you sent to kill me--

they were really taking your
money under false pretenses.

You don't seem
to miss that bridgework

you left in Ellsworth's mouth.

But then, I suppose
you've had that replaced since.

Oh. This clown is funny.

Was your brother funny
when he found out

he had supplied the car
he was going to die in?

Careful, big mouth.

What are you going to do, Frank,
kill me twice?

Just for a point of interest,
how did it feel?

It's the first time
I've ever talked to a man

who killed his own brother.

It felt like anybody else.

He came
'cause he wanted the dough.

He was hungry,

just like
any other bum.

Just where is the dough?

Aw, now, that-that's beautiful.

Brother Ellsworth
must have warmed himself

in front of that fireplace
dozens of times,

never realizing that there was
a fortune just beyond his reach.

I laughed about it
a couple of times.

Ah. You know why you're
a success, Frank?

You really know
what you want.

You know
what's important.

The world is full
of talented failures

who never knew
what was important.

And most people get
a whiff of money,

and it destroys
their judgment.

They want that money so bad
that they beg to trust you.

They know better, but,

oh, the sight of all that money
just overwhelms them.

Oh, but not you, Frank.

You know better
than to trust anybody.

You don't need anybody.

You know when to use people

and when to get rid of them.

You've got better

sense than to let them live once
they've served your purpose.

Uh, where will I get it?

Ah, you're much too clever
to shoot me and let me die here.

In the car, right?

The car I rented--
it has an accident,

and I end up
in the lake.

I hear Lake Tahoe has
almost bottomless places.

Yeah, I get it the same way
your brother did.

Only, instead of fire,
it's a flood.

It's just too bad no one will
really know how clever you were.

'Cause there'll be no one
left alive, right?

Where you going, Frank?

Europe? Mexico?

Oh, the whole world
is open to you now.

And I will go to the bottom
of Lake Tahoe

with my lovely partner,

who brought me to you...

...who has therefore
outlived her usefulness.

Kill him.

Don't do it, Dorothy.

Shoot him.

You shoot me, and he'll have you
on the hook forever.

It won't
work, Mannix.

She wants

the money more than
she wants you alive.

Shoot him.

Dorothy...

you kill me...

there'll never be a way out
for you.

Shoot him.

I'm, uh, sorry
about having unloaded my gun.

I just thought it'd be

a lot less messy
all the way around.

Three murders, he thought
he'd changed everything.

But he couldn't change himself.

What about me?

Well, uh, you did help

in your own
fashion.

I guess I could tell the police

that you knew
the gun was unloaded.

Then we're still partners?

Oh, I didn't say that.

You don't have to tell them
about the money.

It's all there.

Portable.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to tell them.

What a shame.

We could have been
great buddies.

Well...

maybe we can be pen pals.