All language subtitles for Mannix S02E23 The Solid Gold Web

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It's Macklin Reeves.

That was a bad scene,
Miss Walker.

But Johnny's gone now.

I don't think
he'll be back.

I couldn't really care
less what Johnny does.

Well, won't you come
down and rejoin us?

No!

Would you like me
to drive you home?

Just leave me alone.
Miss, Walker, I...

Johnny!

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♪ ♪

Miss Diana.

Miss Diana.

Dear?

Good morning.

It's a beautiful
morning--

hardly a cloud in the sky.

Are you all right, dear?

After I have my shower,
Cinny, please.

You're sure you're all right?

Yes, please.

Joe.

Thank you so much
for coming.

How are you, Jason?

It's good to see you.

You look fine.

Sit down.

Well, I can't say that

you show any signs of
wear and tear yourself.

Getting a newspaper out
every day keeps a man fit.

How is Diana, Jason?

It's been four years
now, Joe.

Things change, people...

Nothing wrong, is there?

Hasn't been easy for Di.

Her marriage a failure.

I understand you're
your own man.

I... I can't buy you,

so I won't try.

I need your help.

With Diana?

Yes.

I realize what I'm asking,
but I'm desperate, Joe.

Diana and I are
out of touch.

Something's happened.

I don't know what it is.

And you think she'll
confide in me?

You're just about
my last hope.

Jason, I don't know.

I don't know, Jason.

I just wouldn't want
to do anything

to make it rough for Diana.

How could you?

What you had-- the two of you.

I know that now;
I've known it for years.

I've had to live
with the knowledge

that I spoiled it
for both of you.

Oh, you didn't do it, Jason.

I didn't have to be quite
so stiff-necked.

I guess I've grown up
a little, too.

But you were right.

You wanted a girl,
not a newspaper empire.

I should have stepped back.

Will you see her?

Sure.

Thanks.

We're having a dinner party

at the house tonight.

Scotch, please.

Two champagne, please.

Hello, Bill.
Joe!

All look the same?

Yeah, it's a little
strange to be back again,
after all these years.

How have you been?

Oh, still helping
get out the paper.

Bill, I see you've got
everything you need, eh?

Joe?

Everything, except the other
half of the welcoming committee.

He means the
pretty half.

I'll see what's
keeping her.

Excuse me.

Oops, you better
lock up the silverware.

One of the more prominent
pickpockets to ever occupy
a bench just arrived.

Judge Y. Franklin Leigh.

He keeps getting away
with it, Joe.

What's he doing here?

Judge Leigh has aspirations
to be our next senator.

I suspect he's here to woo
support from the paper.

Jason?
He'd never buy him.

The worst he can wind up
with, Joe, is a good meal.

Joe, excuse me.
The wife.

Excuse me.

Joe... Joe, I want you
to meet Judge Leigh.

Joe Mannix.

Haven't we met
before, Mr. Mannix?

Yes, we have.

Pardon me, gentlemen--
a small domestic crisis.

Uh, where was it we
met, by the way?

In court. Yours.

I was with an attorney
named Knox

who was petitioning
for a retrial

in the Harry Meachem case.

Oh, yes, you're, uh, you're
the private detective.

That's right, Your Honor.

I developed the new evidence
that Knox presented
to the court.

I'm sure if Your Honor
had taken the trouble
to read it carefully...

Of course I weighed your
evidence, Mr. Mannix.

Then why wasn't Harry Meachem
released from San Quentin

before the full
sentence was served?

It was all right there
in the report.

Law is the art of the
possible, Mr. Mannix.

A retrial in the Meachem case
would have been impossible.

Good evening, Father.

Diana, some of our guests
have been here for an hour.

I'm sorry, Father.

Are you all right?

What?

I said, are you all right?

Well...

Now that was
worth waiting for.

Hello, Joe.

Are you coming down?

Or do I have to
come up and get you?

I'm coming down.

Take her to her room, Joe.

I'll make some excuse.

Good old Joe...

always around to save
little Di from nasty falls.

You must have radar
tuned in for falling women.

Doesn't every red-blooded
American boy?

It's a pity you didn't step
aside and let me break my neck.

Di, what's bugging you?

Oh, is that why
you're here?

Why you came back?

To find out what's
bugging me?

Is there anything
to find out?

It's too late, Joe.

You understand that?!
It's too late!

I'm sorry that
Diana was ill.

I am too, Jason.

Good night.
Good night.

Nice you could come.

Good night.
So nice seeing you--
good night.

Good night.

You can clean up
in the morning.

Good night.

Thank you very much.
Good night, Mr. Walker.

How long has Diana
been that way?

Well, some time now.

Since she came
back from Europe.

What happened?

Happened?

Something must have pushed her
over the edge.

I don't think it
was any one thing.

It just started to build up,

till one day,
it was all downhill.

Right to Johnny Malina.

Where did you hear
about Malina?

Diana and a cheap hood?

That kind of gossip
gets around fast, Jason.

Like a dirty joke.

I tried to stop her.

What could I do, Joe?

Lock her in
her room?

Handcuff her
to the bed?

I'm not her jailer;
I'm her father.

Hardly that,
sometimes.

There seem to be
so many things

we can't say
to each other.

If it can't be bright
and cheerful,

it has to be swept under a rug.

You didn't invent
the generation gap.

But I have to build a bridge
over it, Joe, somehow.

She's all I have.

If you can get through
to her...

if you can find out why...

I'm afraid
we've blown it, Jason.

She figures
that's why I was here.

Good night, Jason.

Hello?

Mr. Mannix?

Oh, I'm so glad I could get you.

This is Iris Meacham.

Well, hello, Iris.

I know I have no right
to ask you this, but...

I was hoping
that you could come here.

I was hoping that you
could stop Harry before he...

Before what?

All he talks about
is killing Judge Leigh.

He's bought himself a gun,
Mr. Mannix.

Harry's only been home
a little over a week.

Maybe I should
have waited,

given him a chance
to settle down.

Oh, I'm sure
he'll settle down

just as fast
without a gun.

Iris, who is this?

Harry, Mr. Mannix

from the building
where I work.

I wanted to meet you,
Harry... talk to you.

You met me, we talked.

Now, come on
in here, Iris.

Good night.

What is this?

Harry, a couple of
Christmases ago,

we had an office party.

Iris was there.

It was kind of
a sad time for her

with you
in San Quentin,

so we, uh, tried
to cheer her up.

Thanks.

But as sometimes happens,
uh, the cheer-up backfired.

So she told us all about it.

About you and your trial
in Judge Leigh's court.

Don't you think I want
to forget about that?

You were
railroaded, Harry.

Yeah, I did a little
investigating,

so I know about
the stolen goods

the police found in that
warehouse you owned downtown.

It was an obvious
frame-up,

and I tried
everything I could

to get you a new trial.

No luck.

I had five years
to think about luck.

Sit there week after week,
in a coffin called a cell,

try to drag the clock
around to five years.

Mr. Mannix, ask
him about the gun.

Iris!

Harry, you're smarter
than that.

You know what would happen
if you got busted

with a gun
in your possession.

I told you.
I told you, Iris.

On top of everything else,

I got to have a wife
who talks to cops.

She was with you
all the way, Harry.

She scrubbed floors
to pay your attorney fees.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I got a wife.

She's got me.

And that's all there is.

There's nothing else
to show for our life.

They tore down the warehouse.

Put up a skyscraper.

You know who owns it?

Macklin Reeves.

He tried to buy me out
for years.

Had his hoodlums
run off my help.

I fought him, and it cost me
everything I had.

Now he's
got everything.

Reeves... he's
a big operator now.

Clean.

He just buys a building
or a bank...

or a judge.

Judge Leigh?

In his pocket.
Can you prove it?

What difference does it make?

You get me any proof
there's a connection

between Judge Leigh
and Macklin Reeves,

and you won't have to square
accounts with His Honor.

I'll square them for you.

Where do I get proof?

That's your problem.

I'll pay you for your time.

How about it?

Okay.

Good.

Here's my card.

Call that number any time
of the day or night,

and if I'm not in,
my answering service

will know where
to get a hold of me.

Thank you, I...
I appreciate it.

Hello?

Hi.

It's, uh, me, the girl
who didn't come to dinner.

Hello, Diana.

I'm sorry I was such
a monster last night.

I... I was an unholy mess.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Let's just say last night
didn't happen.

Scrub the whole 24 hours.

I'd like to scrub
the whole last four years.

I can meet you
at the Laundromat.

Or would you rather
make it dinner?

We can make that dinner.

Gino really has a lock
on time, doesn't he?

It's hard to believe
it's been over four years

since we sat
at this table.

You've been here since
with other women?

I'm hooked
on the lasagna.

And the candlelight.

Were you in love
with any of them?

Oh, I thought so.

Once or twice.

What happened?

I stopped thinking so.

Once or twice.

I'll drink to that.

My poor Rudi.

My poor little prince.

So handsome, so dashing.

So sick.

But you married him?

Well, doesn't every
rich American girl,

if she can find a
prince who isn't taken?

What was wrong
with Rudi?

Some men marry because
they want a mother.

In Rudi's case, it was a
little more complicated.

He wanted his own mother,
so I sent him back to her.

I understand
they're very happy.

Is that why you made the scene
in Europe for three years?

I can't explain
that, Joe, I..

stopped thinking
and started drifting.

I just went off
in all directions.

That explains
Johnny Malina.

It's no secret,
you know.

Johnny just happened.

And once it started,
I couldn't stop it.

What's the matter, Diana?

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I haven't painted here
in a long time,

but it makes a nice pad
when I want to get away.

There's really nothing
to look at.

Those are things I did
a long time ago.

All the better.

By now, they may have become
old masters.

Please, no jokes
about hanging them upside down.

As long as you know.

I like them.

You ought to go back to work.

Maybe I'll do that.

Or something more useful,
like getting us a drink.

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I tried.

I don't know
how many times I tried,

but I just couldn't
quite catch you.

Hmm.

Well, maybe
you'll try again.

Someday.

Maybe I will.

Joe, it's so wonderful
to see you again.

I feel so comfortable
and warm

when I'm with you, and safe.

Safe?

Did I say that?

Safe from what?

Oh, from ghoulies
and beasties

and things that go
bump in the night.

Hello.

Yes.

Just a minute.

It's your
answering service.

Yeah, this is Mannix.

Put him on.

Mannix, I'm calling you from
the Mirador Yacht Basin.

I got something.

All right, give it to me.

Judge Leigh left his house
about midnight.

Raced down here
like a two-year-old.

Macklin Reeves
ties his yacht up here.

He was waiting for him.

They just sailed out
through the breakwater.

Well, good work, Harry.

That's just for openers.

We caught us another fish.

A big one.

Jason Walker drove up
and got on board

just a minute after His Honor.

You're sure about that?

You did recognize him?

Positive-- I've seen his picture
often enough.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll get right
to work on it, Harry.

Thanks.

Morning, Jason.

Good morning, Joe.

Good news.

Diana's moved down
to her beach place.

Plans to do some
serious painting again.

Yeah, I know.

I'm picking her
up for lunch.

Fine.

Coffee?

Oh, no, thanks.

Jason, I'd like to read you
something from your paper.

"The Case for Judge Leigh"
by Jason Walker,

"Editor and Publisher.

"The Observer strongly urges
the support of its readers

"for the Senatorial candidacy

of the Honorable Y. Franklin
Leigh, Supreme Court Judge."

Why, Jason?

I wouldn't endorse Judge Leigh,

if I didn't know he was
the best man for the job.

Is that what last night's cruise
on Macklin Reeve's boat

was all about?

Your way of getting to
know your candidate?

I just thought you might like to
try an explanation on me, Jason.

You know, sort of a dry run,
to see if it holds up.

No explanation.

All right, Jason.

I guess if you want to have
a midnight rendezvous

with a known hoodlum boss
and his political stooge,

that's your business.

Good-bye, Joe.

Diana?

Diana!

Diana?

Diana!

Diana!

What does it mean?

I hate to say it, Jason, but
it could be a suicide note.

We've got to find her, Joe!

Who are you calling?

The police.

Not the police, not yet.

Jason, this is a job
for them now.

Joe, try to understand.

If this is merely a mood,
a fit of depression, and
I press the panic button--

Isn't there something
we can do?

Jason, this is a big city.

It would take a small
army to check out the
places she might be.

Wait a minute.

You happen to have a
small army working for you.

Maybe they can find her.

Come on, you loaders,
this ain't no coffee break.

Move it!

Hold it!
Hold them trucks!

You drivers and loaders--
all you guys, up here.

Gather round.

We got a bird-dog
from the old man!

Now who we're looking for
is the old man's kid,

Diana.

L.A. Observer.

Observer.

L.A. Observer.

Observer.

Something wrong with
the drink, miss?

No...

Maybe you'd like some
chips or something,

or fried shrimp?

No, I'd just like
to be left alone.

Observer, ma'am?

No, I don't want an Observer.

What's new, Arnie?

It's all in the Observer.

Hello.

Mr. Walker?

This is Arnie-- blind Arnie.

I got the route in Santa Monica.

Yes, Arnie.

About your girl,
Mr. Walker--

could be she's in a joint
here called the Glad Hand.

I ain't heard her voice
in years,

but it sure sounded like her.

She used to come around
on the trucks.

Called me Mr. Arnie.

I never forgot her.

Bartender, there was a girl
here-- tall, blonde, pretty?

Yes. She left this.
Where'd she go?

Out the side entrance,
onto the beach.

Hang onto that for me.

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Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana! Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana!

Diana, don't be a fool!

It's me, Joe!

Joe!

I killed him!

I killed him! I killed him!

I killed him...

No!

No!

Joe!

Joe, help me!

Help me, Joe!

No!

No!
Diana...

No! No!
Diana...

Diana...
Joe, help me! No!

No!
Diana, it's me!

It's Joe.

Now, what is it?

Oh, Joe.

Oh... oh, my Joe.

Oh, oh, Joe.

Oh, Joe.

Oh, last night
with you...

I thought something
was good for me again.

Something I'd
lost, I'd found,

and I kept...

I kept seeing his face,

and I just wanted to die.

It was an accident.

I... I could
have swerved

or maybe
put the brakes on,

but I didn't,
I didn't!

I hated him!

Joe, I wanted him dead!

I killed him!

Easy.

Oh, Joe, I'm...

I'm glad I told you.

I'm glad I told you, Joe.

She killed a man.

I know-- Johnny Malina.

How long have
you known?

I suspected.

I saw Diana
come in that night.

She was hysterical.

I went out to the garage.

There was a dented fender
on her car.

Oh, Jason.

Jason, why didn't you
go to the police?

So a girl panics
and runs.

She probably could
have gotten off

with a couple of
years probation.

It wasn't
a hit-and-run.

It was murder.

Just because Diana
has some crazy ideas...

Diana never said a word to me.

How could you know?

There was a witness.

Who didn't go
to the police, either, huh?

The police don't own
a newspaper.

I got a call from Macklin Reeves

to meet him
on his yacht

and discuss a matter
of mutual interest.

He saw Diana run Malina down.

He was very
sympathetic.

Most anxious
to cooperate.

More than willing to save Diana
from a murder charge,

even if the victim
was one of his boys.

It's all heart.

Oh, what
could I do, Joe?!

I can't turn in my
daughter for murder!

I can't let her
rot in prison

for someone like
Johnny Malina.

I don't think
endorsing Judge Leigh

was too high a
price to pay.

Blackmail's always too high
a price, Jason.

I'm gonna retire.

Diana and I are gonna
go away somewhere.

Run somewhere, you mean?

Call it what you like--
I'm gonna stand by her.

That's not the answer, Jason,
and you know it.

It's out of your hands
now, Jason.

Diana stopped running today.

She knows what has to be done.

This place is open
24 hours a day.

Come on, there's something
I want to find out first.

Joe, let's get
out of here.

In a minute, Diana.

I want you to tell me
exactly where you were

when you hit Malina.

Now, was it this
close to the house?

No... it was
back further.

You sure?

Back further.

All right.

You tell me where.

Here.

Here.

You're sure this
is where it happened?

Yes.

I remember going
around the curve.

And, uh, Macklin Reeves
was still in the house?

You left him there?

Yes.

Yes, Joe.

Take a look
at the house.

Go ahead,
take a look.

I can't see the house from here.

So how could Reeves have seen
where you hit Johnny?

Trees blocking the house?

It couldn't
stand up, Joe.

It's his word
against hers.

The difference
of a few yards.

How are you
gonna prove it?

Maybe I can get
Macklin Reeves

to prove it for us.

Well, how are you
gonna do that?

A little fishing.

Oh, and if I don't get back,
Jason, uh, follow it up.

Might be a good yarn.

You wanted
to talk, so talk.

It's Macklin Reeves
I want to talk to.

It's the same.

I'm his right hand,
Cully Roberts.

Oh, you stepped into
Johnny Malina's shoes.

They were getting too
big for him anyway.

So that's
what happened, huh?

Johnny stepped
out of line,

so you got the word
to put him out of his misery.

Say it again slow.

Come on now, Cully, it's
just a little too pat.

Johnny's kind doesn't
die stepping off a curb.

You've got nothing.

Zero plus zero.

I've been putting it together.

It adds up.

You take care
of Johnny,

just like Reeves
planned it.

Then you prop him up in the road
and let her hit him.

She takes the blame,

and then Reeves has her old man
on the hook.

Everybody's happy.

Hey, try it again.

You still got nothing.

The girl hit him.

I say she killed
a dead man.

Lots of luck proving
that, Mr. Mannix.

All right,

tell me how you know Diana
didn't run Johnny down.

I'm very interested.

Oh, I think I'd be wasting
my time, Mr. Reeves.

She tells me you saw
the whole thing

from the house.
That's right.

Uh, you'd better check
the geography

before you try
and sell that under oath.

I stood on the spot
where she hit Johnny.

Can't see it
from the house.

Ah, now, I wondered
what would happen

if I scratched
the image

of the new
Macklin Reeves.

Correct,
impeccable

business connections,
pillar of the community.

Now you know.

Now I know.

♪ ♪

A guy trying to change a tire
too close to the road

could have a real
bad accident.

Yeah...
now give me a hand.

All right.

Remember to step
on the brake

when you hit
that puddle.

I want to get
good skid marks,

so it really looks like
somebody tried to miss him.

I'm glad you happened
along, Macklin.

Seems I've got a
tire needs changing.

Oh, hi, Joe.

"Oh, hi, Joe."

I thought you might
be interested

in knowing
what happened.

We won it all.

Macklin Reeves
has been indicted,

and Judge Leigh
has withdrawn from the race.

Uh-huh.

And you're
not listening.

Joe.

How do you like it?

Well, I think you
finally caught me.

No one will ever do that.

But if you don't mind...

I'd like to keep trying.