All language subtitles for Mannix S03E22 The Search for Darrell Andrews.eng

Get that ball!

Get that ball!

Yeah?

Mr. Tully?
Yes, sir.

Uh, we're from
the Western Legal Aid Society.

I'm Tom Coleman.
This is Henry Gaynor.

How do you do?
Good.

You probably heard
about our work.

Yeah.
Sometimes,
it's odd though

how little people
realize just, uh,

how extensive
our operation is.

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Hi.

Oh, hi, Peggy.

I thought I heard you come down.

Oh, thanks.

Just stacks up,
doesn't it?

How about that?

Did you have
a nice flight?

Yeah. Not a bump.

Joe...

I'm sorry about Wes Tully.

Yeah.

Now, he... was a nice guy.

I talked to headquarters

right after you phoned
from San Francisco.

What did they say?

An accident.

He went out for a swim, fell,

hit his head
on the side of the pool.

Was knocked unconscious
and drowned.

Oh...

Peggy?

Lieutenant Charleston
is due back

from San Francisco
in the morning.

Give his office a call.

Tell him I'll be there
to meet him at 9:00 a.m.

I want to talk to him.

About Wes Tully?

That's right.

Is something wrong, Joe?

Well... Wes.

Well, Wes had a hunch

that he might be in line
for an "accident."

How do you know?

He came to my apartment Sunday,

couple of hours
before I left for San Francisco.

He said he was working
on a case,

thought they had spotted him.

And you think he was murdered.

I don't know.

But he had come
across some evidence.

He didn't want to talk
about it until he was sure.

But he did tell me
where to find it

in case something
happened to him.

I offered to stay
and help him, but...

Man, I wish he had
taken me up on it.

Oh, come on, Joe,
you can't blame yourself.

And maybe it was
an accident.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm
going to find out, Peggy.

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Did you get what
you were after?

Yeah, but it took
a bit of doing.

Trouble?

Some.

Peggy, uh, get
Martin Kimbrough on the phone.

The banker?

That's right.

Tell him I'd like to meet him
at his house

at about, uh, 7:00 tonight.

What does Kimbrough
have to do with all this?

He's the man Wes Tully
was working for.

Yes, sir?
My name is Mannix.

Mr. Kimbrough
is expecting me.

I phoned earlier.
Yes, sir. Come in.

Mr. Mannix, sir.

Oh.

Mr. Mannix,
Martin Kimbrough.

How do you do?

Thank you, Ben.

You said you wanted
to talk to me about
Mr. Tully's death.

Yes, but, uh,
before we do,

I'm a private detective,
like Wes Tully.

I, uh-- well,
we were friends.

What did you want to say
about Mr. Tully's death?

He was murdered.

It was ruled
an accidental drowning.

Well, it was made
to look that way.

He was murdered.

How can you be so sure?

I was told so...
in a way.

No, thanks.

Told by whom?

Wes Tully.

Mr. Mannix, you'll forgive me,
but riddles don't amuse me.

Wes came to my apartment

on the morning
of the day he died.

He was worried.

Worried about what?

About this.

He had it hidden in his home.

Cost him his life.

What is this?

Undeveloped negatives
of a man Tully thought

masterminded the robbery
at your bank four months ago:

Darrell Andrews.

Wes took the pictures,

but he never got a chance
to develop them.

How did you get this?

He told me where he hid it...

just in case.

Wes Tully's been dead
for two days.

Why have you waited so long?

I was in San Francisco
on a case.

I left a couple of hours after
talking to Wes last Sunday.

I just got back
this afternoon

and heard what
had happened.

Why have you brought this to me?

Wes asked me to.

After all, you and the bank
directors were his employers.

Yes, of course.

I'll call the police.

I've already called
them, Mr. Kimbrough.

Lieutenant Charleston
is due back

from San Francisco
at 9:00 a.m.

I'm going to meet him.

And I don't think
it would be very healthy

for you to have this
around the house.

You may have callers.

"Callers"?

Two men have been following me.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Yes, he is.

Just a minute.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Mannix.

Who is this?

What is it?

A warning.

I'm not to go to the police.

Who was that?

Darrell Andrews.

Maybe we can flush
Mr. Andrews out of hiding.

How?

By going to meet Lieutenant
Charleston as scheduled.

Who is it?

Peggy.

You asked us to stop by
before leaving, remember?

Come on in.

Sorry, we're late,
but the rental agency

had trouble finding
the keys to the cabin.

Hey, you got your jungle
survival kit all packed?

Mom packed it
with bandages and stuff

like I was going to be attacked
by bears or something.

I filled the survival kit
to protect the bears.

Hey, you know what?

I've got something for you.

Here you are.
How about that?

Boy! Gee, Mr. Mannix, thanks.

I'll take a picture
of the biggest fish I catch.

We'll frame it and hang it
in the office.

Well, now, I don't
think we've got a
wall big enough.

Hey, have a nice
time, huh?

Thanks, Joe.

Come on, darling.

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Mr. Mannix?
Yeah?

May I speak with you
a moment, please?
What about?

It's about your secretary
and her little boy.

Morning, Joe.
Andy.

What about my secretary
and her little boy?

Well, they're all right.

They're quite
safe, in fact.

I'm sure you'd
like to keep it that way.

I know that you
will honor

the confidential nature
of all this, Mr. Mannix.

For the lady's sake,
as well as the little boy's.

If it's the film you want...

It is.

I don't have it on me.

Well, it would
hardly do for me

to search you here,
would it, Mr. Mannix?

Where is the film?

In a safe deposit box.

Just in case something
like this happened.

I thought I'd let
the police open it.

Very well, then.

Get the film.

Go back to your office.
Wait there.

We'll be in touch
with instructions.

Two lives are depending

upon your cooperation in this,
Mr. Mannix.

I'm sure you understand.

Good morning.

I wouldn't, Mr. Mannix.

I really wouldn't.

You're being watched.

Every second.

Your every move.

Please don't force us

to do something
we don't want to do.

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Smells funny in here.

Well, let's get
some air then.

Can we go fishing
pretty soon?

Oh, honey, we'll go later.

Let's get this place
cleaned up first.

Oh, Mom, that's no fair.

Toby...

Go into the kitchen
and get a broom.

Aw, Mom...

Go on, now.

They're in the cottage.

Very well.

You, uh, seem worried.

No, I'm not worried.

I just hope Mr. Mannix

doesn't force us into
anything, that's all.

Well, if he does,
would you rather that I take

the lady and the little boy
fishing?

Sentimentality
isn't one of my weaknesses.

Nor is it one of mine.

I just detest unnecessary
complications, that's all.

Hello.

Speaking.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Yes, I have the film with me.

No, no one.

Yeah, I understand.

I know the place.

2:30.

Now look, my secretary
and her son all right?

Hello?

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Hello there.
Is your mother in?

Yes. Can I help you?

How do you do, ma'am?
We were, uh, fishing
around the bend.

We saw you arrive and
thought we better come over
and make ourselves known.

We're your neighbors,
about half a mile
down the road.

Oh... oh, come in. Come in.

Thank you.

I'm Peggy Fair

and this is
my son, Toby.

Hello, Toby.

Young man, how are you?

I'm Al Beckworth.

This is my nephew,
Eric Beckworth.

How do you do?

A welcoming gift.

Boy!

How kind of you.
Thank you.

Why don't I clean
them for you?

Oh, no, that's not necessary.

No, no, no, no--
I insist.

Well, all right.

There should be
a knife here somewhere.

Oh, I've, uh...

I've got one right here.

Oh.

Take a look at those.

Wow!

Do you like to fish?

You bet.

Ah, good.

Listen, we'll go together.

And I'll show you
where all the best spots are.

Boy!

You know,
you have four fish

and Toby and I
can only eat two.

Why don't you stay for lunch?

Well, I don't know.

Well, they won't keep.

And Toby and I would love it.

Well, you'd better ask my uncle.

Okay.

Well, you've got a little
snag there, young man.

Mr. Beckworth?

You're staying for lunch.

Well now, that's very nice.
Thank you.

But only
on one condition--

you let me
do the cooking.

Now, I happen to be
an expert with trout.

All right.

I'll light the stove.

Okay.
It's butane gas.

We have one just like it
at our cabin.
Oh.

What's the matter?

It doesn't seem to work.

Well, maybe you're
out of gas.

Oh!

Oh dear, no,
much worse than that.

No, you've got gas, all right.

And luckily,
somebody turned it off.

You've got a broken fuel line.

Oh, no!

Is there anyone
in the village that
can fix it?

Yeah, but that's
a 45-minute drive.

Oh, it's 3:00.

But I have to go and get
somebody to fix it.

My son had his heart
set on going fishing.

Oh, look, I can fix this,

at least to tide you
over until tomorrow.

By 5:00?

We have some friends
dropping by at 6:00.

Yes, I think so.

Well, then,
why don't you

come along with me,
Mrs. Fair?

I just promised the boy
I was going to show him

where all the biggest fish were.

Oh, but I couldn't
leave him with that.

Oh, look, this is easy to fix.

And, frankly,
kibitzers make me nervous.

All right.

Toby.

We're going out on the
lake with Mr. Beckworth.

Gee, Mom, that's great!

Thanks!

You don't know how happy
you're making him,

taking us with you.

Well, believe me,
it's my pleasure.

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Thanks for cooperating,
Mr. Mannix.

Where are they?

All in good time.

Would you mind leaning
against the car, please?

I'm sure you know
how it's done.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Okay, I've done my part.

Now, what about
my secretary and her son?

We're not quite finished,
I'm afraid.

Would you get in the car,
please?

To go where?

Please.

In the front seat.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Mannix.

If anything has happened
to Peggy or her son...

Just relax, Mr. Mannix.

It will all be
over quite soon.

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Any trouble?

No trouble at all.

Mr. Mannix has been
very cooperative.

What about you?

Oh, just fine.

The woman and the boy
are on the lake, fishing.

Having a good time
with, uh, my uncle.

They'll be back at 5:00,
exactly.

We'll have just enough time.

That's right, Mannix.

It's a little dark room.

It'll all be over
in about 15 minutes or so.

So I hope you didn't
play any games

with that, uh,
little metal cylinder.

Because if you did,
I pull this trigger.

And the shot that kills you
will be a signal

to my uncle on the lake,
and, uh...

the boat will capsize.

You see, my uncle isn't
a very good swimmer.

Oh, I dare say
the papers

would probably praise
his valiant, but, uh,

unsuccessful efforts to save

the woman and the, uh,
little boy.

But then, of course,

you won't be around to suffer
the heartbreak of it all.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

We're leaving.

Oh, uh...

when do I get my secretary
and her boy?

You'll find the cabin
in that direction, Mr. Mannix.

Don't worry.

Nothing's happened
to them.

Just follow along the lake,
Mr. Mannix.

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Joe!

What are you doing here?

You're all right, huh?
Hi, Toby.

Oh, why shouldn't we be?

Look, uh, those fellas
that were here...

Mr. Beckworth
and his nephew?

Yeah, what did they do?
What happened?

"Do"? Nothing.

Mr. Beckworth took us fishing.

Uh, Toby, honey,

go get Mommy a handkerchief
in the bedroom.

It's in my suitcase
somewhere, I think.

Okay, Joe, what is it?

You were kidnapped.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

We came here on our own.

You were kidnapped

by your Mr. Beckworth
and his nephew.

Now whether you know it
or not, you were hostages.

But why? What for?

Well, they wanted something
from me.

If I didn't deliver,
they were going

to drown you and Toby
in the lake.

So I delivered.

Delivered what?

That undeveloped film
Tully took.

I had it.
They wanted it.

"Film"?

Yeah, of Darrell Andrews.

Oh, that bank robbery
about four months ago.

Yeah.

I still don't understand

how they knew you
were coming here.

Look, Peggy,

when you went to the real
estate agent's office

to pick up the keys
for this house,

was there anyone
else there?

There was a man.

Waiting his turn, behind me.

We chatted.

About coming here for the week,
just you and Toby alone?

Yes, among other things.

Did he come in after you did?

Why, yes.

What'd he look like?

A business man,
I thought.

Well dressed.

Polite, carried
a briefcase.

That's one.

What'd the other
one look like?

Uh, elderly, hefty.

Like a nice, old...

Uncle? Yeah, but
what'd he look like?

Like that.

Like a nice,
old pleasant man.

I took a picture of him.

You took
a picture of him?

Mm-hmm.
Where's your camera?

Right here.

I took a picture of them
through that window

when they were first
coming to the house

the first time
with the fish.

Is the film
still in the camera?

Mm-hmm.

Good boy, Toby.

Unless I'm very
badly mistaken,

that is
Mr. Darrell Andrews.

Well, he is the general
build of the man

who came to the bank
that day with the others.

Said he was
Darrell Andrews.

But that man was bearded.

Well, beards can be grown
and shaved off.

I'm sorry, I just can't say.

Mr. Kimbrough,
four men

walked into your
bank office that day,

supposedly to talk to you
about a bank loan.

They talked for a while before
they pulled a gun on you.

They walked behind
you to the vault.

Now, that must have
taken a minute or two.

They held a gun on you
while you unlocked the vault.

They made you place money
in five large briefcases.

That must have taken another
four or five minutes.

They then took you
outside to the car,

drove you away,
and they let you out

some ten blocks
from the bank.

Now, this man was one of them.

How can you not recognize him?

I'm sorry.

I think...

You think what, Mr. Kimbrough?

Well, I don't know.
I'm not sure.

You're not sure of what?
That you do recognize the man?

Don't you think I want to help?

Have you any idea
what this robbery did to me?

Contrary to any notion that
you may have, Mr. Mannix,

that bankers are rich men,
it's a job.

Often enough, it's just a job.

And I'm getting on.

I had looked forward
to retirement.

With some security,
some promise of ease.

Have you any idea what this
robbery did to that plan?

It almost killed it.

When you handle
other people's money,

you're responsible.

And when something goes wrong,
you are the scapegoat.

To hear some of my
own people talk,

you'd think that I
had robbed the bank.

Since the robbery, new accounts
have fallen off drastically.

Some old ones, very good ones,
too, have been withdrawn.

People lose faith,
Mr. Mannix,

in the bank and in me.

Maybe...

if you imagined a beard

there might be some
slight resemblance,

but I don't know!

I don't really know.

You see, when this happened,
I was frightened.

Voices and faces, and
appearances just seem so unreal.

I know it's whispered
behind my back,

that if I had acted
with any gumption,

I could have outfaced
the robbers, defied them.

There were a lot
of people around,

standing back helpless
because I was helpless.

And if I had shown
the least bit of courage...

they might have made a move.

The robbers would have been
caught, then and there.

But they didn't
make a move.

In my terror, I kept
telling them to stand back.

No, if I make an identification
for you now

from this photograph,
Mr. Mannix, and I'm mistaken,

I'll be judged to be
even a bigger fool

than I'm thought to be now,
and I cannot risk that.

I cannot jeopardize what little
future is left to me now.

All right,
Mr. Kimbrough.

Thank you.

I'll let myself out.

Good night.

Mr. Mannix,
just a minute.

May I see that
photograph again?

Oh, sure.

You know, I, I think...

Suddenly something,

something clicked
in my mind, yes.

That man, the bank...

This man used
to work in the bank,

several years ago
for a short time.

Are you sure?

I think so.

In the Executive Training
Program, I think.

What was his name?

I don't know.

But the bank would have that:

his name, address,
references, everything.

Can you remember anything
about him, for now?

No, nothing.
Well, yes.

He was a quiet man.

Certainly not the sort...

You all right?

They tried to kill me.

Well, it could have been meant
for me, Mr. Kimbrough.

Mr. Kimbrough,
I-I heard a noise.

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough,
are you all right, sir?

Are you hurt?

Wha-what happened?

He's all right.

Oh, yes, Ben, yes,
I-I'm, all right.

Go on back to bed.

Yes, sir.

I was beginning to think
that Darrell Andrews

was a cool,
careful operator.

I was wrong.

He's getting desperate.

I have the information,
Mr. Mannix.

Charles Vincent Addison, single.

Born March 3, 1924,
Newington, Connecticut.

His address is
1276 Dunston Way.

His address and past
references going back to 1960.

Shall I call the police?

No.

Let me check out
that address first.

He wouldn't still be there.
He wouldn't be such a fool.

Why not?

It's probably his real name:
Charles Addison.

I've got a hunch that these
references are valid.

They are.

The bank is very careful
about checking references.

Well, then, Charles Addison
is in the clear--

that is, until we can prove
that he is also Darrell Andrews.

Doc will be through
in a minute.

You know what he's
going to say--

that Addison was
painting a roof,

he slipped on the wet paint,

the fall killed him.

Accident.

There is a skid mark
on the fresh paint,

where he could've slipped.

That was put there after.

He was pushed off that roof,
by one of his buddies.

All right, you and Peggy show up
here tomorrow morning, okay?

Sure.

I want to hear
everything, Joe,

for the record,

from the time you went
to Tully's house,

day before yesterday.

And I want to hear
Peggy's story, too.

I want to find out about what
happened up at that cabin.

I told you.

From her.

Right.

Joe.
Yeah?

Why didn't Wes Tully develop
that film to begin with?

Well, I got a hunch
he was going to

and then he found out he
was being followed.

He didn't want to let the film
out of his possession,

so he hid it in
the porcelain figure,

and told me about it.

Like he said, just in case.

Eat your sandwich.

You know what Addison
did for a living?

He translated Greek poetry.

Well, then why would he become
involved in a bank robbery?

Maybe Greek poetry didn't pay.

Oh, with brains like that,

certainly he could've found
something else to do.

He did.

He translated Latin poetry, too.

It's still hard to believe.

What is?

That a dedicated intellectual
likes to eat, too?

Four dedicated intellectuals.

But murder, Joe.

I think murder
was forced on them

when Wes Tully
started getting too close.

Those pictures of Addison,
or Andrews.

So they had to kill him.

Yes.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Mr. Mannix?
This is Martin Kimbrough.

I have some very vital
new information for you,

about Charles Addison.

I think it will lead you
to his accomplices.

Um... what is it,
Mr. Kimbrough?

Some papers they sent
over from the bank files.

I can explain better in person.

Can you be here by 2:00?

Where are you?

I'm at home.

I'll be there.

Good.

You did very well.

Don't feel so bad,
Mr. Kimbrough.

Nothing's going
to happen to you.

If you behave.

Thank you.

To your health, Mr. Kimbrough.

Excuse me.

Answer the door,
Mr. Kimbrough.

Please.

No.

Answer the door.

Mannix, come in.

Mr. Kimbrough.

Easy, Mr. Mannix.

They forced me,
Mr. Mannix.

Broke in and forced me.

To the library,
please, gentlemen.

You first, Mr. Kimbrough.

Take that chair,
Mr. Kimbrough, please.

Tie him up.

Would you bring the car
around front, please.

I, uh, take it I'm going
for a little ride.

You take it right, Mr. Mannix.

What about Mr. Kimbrough?

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough?

Mr. Kimbrough's not going
to cause us any trouble,

are you?

Because if he talks,

we'll come back.

And you know that, don't you,

Mr. Kimbrough?

Come on!

Drop your gun, Mannix.

Drop it.

Now stay where you are.

So it was you behind
this all the time.

That attempt on your life
last night,

that was just to throw
suspicion off yourself.

Stay where you are.

That act you put on in there,

that was all staged
for the benefit

of old faithful Ben, wasn't it?

He can back you up
later in court.

Men broke in,
forced you to call me here.

They killed me and got away.

That leaves you in
the clear, doesn't it?

Stop.

I'll shoot.

What did you have in mind
when you retired?

A numbered bank account
in Switzerland?

You and your buddies,

a nice life
of retired gentlemen?

I will shoot, I mean it.

Why don't you?

Your buddies
were able to.

They killed Addison
and Wes Tully.

Why can't you?

It's pretty easy to give
an order to kill, isn't it?

But to do it
yourself?

No, no, you're too much
of a gentleman, Kimbrough.

Ben, call the police.

Have them to send along
an ambulance, too.

Ben, go on.

Mr. Kimbrough won't be
giving any more orders.