All language subtitles for Mannix S03E06 A Penny for the Peep Show

Miss James?

Uh, yes.

Mr. Mannix has been waiting
for you since you called.

Won't you come in?

Miss James to see you.

Miss James.

Please come in.
Sit down.

Um, I've made a mistake,
Mr. Mannix

and wasted your time.

You said it was urgent.

Now, if it's still urgent,
maybe I can help.

I promise there's
no charge for listening.

Sit down.

Well, my Uncle Simon,
Simon Garvey,

came to Los Angeles
three days ago.

We had dinner, and
afterwards he asked

if I'd do him
a little favor:

Keep his attaché case for him
overnight.

Seems a little enough favor.

Except that that was
three days ago.

He didn't call the next morning,

so I called him.

The hotel said
that he'd checked out.

He hasn't called since.
He's just vanished.

Do you know what's
in the attaché case?

Did you look?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

$312,000.

That's a fortune.

The question is...

whose fortune?

Tell me, was there anything else
in the case?

Some papers.
Names and places.

Nothing that would
explain the money.

So you came to me.

Why didn't you go
to the police?

Oh, I didn't want any trouble.

You're short an uncle
and long $300,000.

I'd say you've got trouble.

No moves.

No sounds.

♪ ♪

Jackson here. Give me Red.

I'll check upstairs.

Hey, Red, we're out.

And we found a place.

"17 Paseo Verde."

Pick us up as soon as it's dark.

No, man,

we'll be fine as silk.

All set.

Well, that's cool.

All we have to do now
is kill some time.

Excuse me.

Look what I found:
vitamins!

Beautiful.

Peace and quiet.

Three cons on the run.

Come on now.
we're tourists.

Here today,
gone tonight.

Just looking
at the sights...

What's your name,
honey?

Hmm?

Relax, investigator.

Whole trouble today is,

there's not enough
love in this world.

Don't touch me!

Clay.

Clay!

Knock it off.

All of you relax.

You won't get hurt.

We just want
a place to stay.

And, uh, maybe some bread,
eh, Jackson?

Yeah, we could use
some traveling dough.

Oh, uh, you don't mind,
do you, sweets?

Where's the loot?

Well, maybe a house-
to-house search will...

Outside on the desk.

But it won't get you
to Long Beach.

22 bucks.

40 some.

Where's the office safe?

We don't have one.

Okay, blackbird,
where is it?

He just told you,
we don't have one.

Drop dead!

Mikuta!

Excuse me.

Easy, man!

Come on. Easy.
Come on.

Look, there doesn't have
to be any trouble.

We'll be out of here
by the time it's dark.

But we need traveling bread.

I can get a check cashed.

Sure, at your bank, maybe?

One of you can come with me.

You're full of angles, Mannix.

Figure out something
that's foolproof.

Hey, Jackson, maybe, uh,
maybe these--

one of these beauties got some
money stashed away at home

in a cookie jar, huh?

No!

You said that awful fast.

You sure, honey, huh?

Now you just
think about it.

Here I am all tight
on the run, needing help.

I've been three years,
five months feeling
sorry for myself.

You could be like
my angel of mercy, huh?

Put him on his leash.

Or you'll do something stupid?

That's right!

You're the secretary.

Pick it up.

Clay, listen in

on the phone outside.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, hi, Joanna.

Yes, I know I'm late. I...

Just a second, hon.

Late for what?

No games, Peggy.

Tell him.

My son at school.

Joanna's waiting
with her son.

He's your son.
You figure out

something safe
for him to do.

Or we can call
a cab for him.

Joanna, sorry, hon.

Listen, my-my boss asked me
to stay late as a favor.

I-I know it's
a lot of trouble,

but would you do me
a big favor?

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna
get double time.

Oh, Joanna, would you?

Oh, hon, you're a lamb.

Yeah, sure.

And Joanna, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Smart.

Now let's get back to business.

Good idea.

Hey, that's pretty,
sweetheart.

It's not worth much,
but it's pretty.

You, uh, you got
any other jewelry

stashed around, honey?

Three cons on the run.

If we could get
our hands on money,

we'd be crazy not to use it
to buy our freedom

instead of just handing it
over to you.

You make it sound as if you had
a pot full of dough

stashed away somewhere.
Is that right, Mannix?

I know a man
with some ready cash,

and he'll deliver,
no questions asked.

But nothing's gonna happen

until I get a few solid
guarantees...

about the two girls.

Let me work him over.

No.

Clay...

...talk to the lady.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.
Let's dance, huh?

You smell good.

♪ Dee da da da dee. ♪

You don't have much
conversation do you, honey?

Come on. Now relax.

Relax, sweetheart,
just relax. Shh-shh.

♪ Dee da da da. ♪

Where'd you get the booze?

There's an apartment upstairs.

Hey, honey,
did you hear that?

Guess what.

We've got our own
private dancehall upstairs.

Come on.

No!

No! No! Ow!

Hey, uh...
we'll talk later.

Good sound.

Your boss is an eye with an ear.

Thanks.

Oh, come on, will you relax?

Come on.

Why don't you grow up?

That's better, huh?

Hey, the conquering hero.

That's far enough.

Mannix, you nearly got
yourself killed-- twice.

Now you ain't stupid.

You're a pro.

What set you on fire?

Your pet werewolf over there
got a little too cute.

He's needling you, Clay.

Why?

But what?

Downstairs,
a few minutes ago,

you started to
say something.

No.

You're all covering.

I've had it.

You've got five seconds, man.

Mikuta, start your countdown.

No, don't do this!

He's bluffing.

Five,

four,

three,

two...

Wait a minute! I'll tell you
where the money is!

What do you know, bread.

Ain't that a coincidence?

I've got it.

He was just trying
to protect me.

It's not worth
dying over.

He's still close.

Where is it?

At my apartment.

I'll take you there

if you promise
to let us all go.

How much?

Over $300,000.

In cash?

Yes.

300 grand!

Hey, Mikuta, Mikuta,
you hear that, sweetheart?

300,000 biggies!

Whee!

Hey, uh, baby, 300!

Hey!
It's a big score!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Careful, lady.

Walk as though
you're my friend.

Feeding time.

Just relax over there,
against the wall.

Feet apart.

Hands flat.

Ah.

Whoo, she cooks like
a real professional.

What else
do you do?

I handle a gun.

My husband was a cop.

You know, I like you.

I'll bet you're
a good mother.

Nothing rates higher
with me than mother love.

I'm sentimental that way.

Dish it out.

Yeah, yeah,
it's first class.

Which is the way we're
gonna go from now on.

You, trot over and
pour us a drink, huh?

That's fine.

Now go back to your wall.

Hey, I bet ol' Jackson's
counting it now, huh?

Dollar by dollar.

$300,000.

You realize that's
a hundred grand apiece?

I think I'm going
to get myself a palace,

live like a king
for a solid month.

Bourbon, with eggs?

He's a health drunk.

Helps the flavor.

Well, if it's
flavor you want,

how about a little
salt and pepper?

Did I ever tell you,
you're a great woman?

Call Lieutenant Kramer.

Tell him I'm going
after the other one, huh?
Right.

Beautiful.

Your Uncle Samson, hmm?

Simon.

That's the kind of
relatives to have.

Now, are you going
to let us all go?

When we get back
to Mannix's apartment,

the boys and I
will clear out.

You've paid your way.

First class.

Let her go.

Well, I see you
got my message.

Well, it was
a little hard to ignore.

This Miss James?

Oh, yes,
Lieutenant Kramer.

Hi.

Where's the
third man?

He totaled himself.

The fire department
is putting out the fire,

and the highway patrol's
on top of it.

You were on his tail, hmm?

And pushing hard.

I wanted information,
I got a dead man,

and, uh, $300,000
in ashes.

Well, some days you just
can't make a nickel.

Anyway, the girl's all right,

and, uh, we picked up these two.

Did you get a make on them?

What pen they out of?

Pen?

Like in penitentiary,

out of which convicts escape.

Hang on.

We ran a check.

This is Harry McCloy
out of Cleveland.

John Marish,
Cincinnati.

Then we checked
a little further.

They haven't busted out
of anywhere.

They weren't even wanted
for anything until now.

They're not escaped convicts,
Joe.

Just professional muscle
for hire.

Oh, no.
Sorry, no chance.

Oh, come on, George,
sure it's a gamble, but...

It's no gamble, Joe.

You'll get yourself killed.

Look, now, this guy Jackson--
whoever he is, he's dead.

And the money's gone.
Also totaled.

But who knows that?

Look, I'm
a private investigator,

which automatically gives me
a shady character, right?

On the take, a guy
that's trying to cut corners.

Is this a confession?

It does make it believable

that I'd have the papers, and
the money and I'm ready to deal.

If anybody wants to buy.

Well, look at it--

three professional hoods hired
to play escaped convicts.

Which makes no sense, Joe.

But it does, George.

Now, they had to make it
look as if

they were after money,
and only money.

But this whole elaborate game
is for only one reason--

they were really
after the papers

in Simon Garvey's attaché case.

So they were using the money
as a cover?

Right.

Which means that the papers
are worth more than $300,000

Still pretty iffy.

I just put out the word:

Joe Mannix, dishonest private
eye has lied to the cops.

He's got the papers for sale,

and we wait for somebody
to knock at the door.

With a cannon.

Not as long as I've got
something to sell.

All right, be my sitting duck.

Mm.

They must have seen
a lot of movies.

They won't talk
without their lawyer.

You're double-talking me,
Mannix!

Where's that attaché case
with the money in it?

Now, Lieutenant,
would I lie to you?

It's gone!

It went up in flames,
the whole $300,000.

Yes, you'd lie to me
for that kind of money.

Well, I got nothing
except blisters.

All right, Mannix,

but we'll be
watching you

and the D.A.'s office
and the tax boys.

Now, Lieutenant...

Don't play any
violins, Mannix.

If you're out of line,
you get taken downtown.

Come on, let's put
this garbage in the can.

Well, uh, how do you
think our little act went?

A little rough around the edges.

But I think that audience
bought it.

What now?

Well, we see if Miss James got a
good enough look at those papers

to remember anything about them.

Is this where you offer
to sleep on the sofa,
so I can use the bed?

No.

No, this is where we drink
black coffee and work all night.

Oh, Joe, I've
told you before.

I didn't pay any
attention to those papers.

All that money
and my uncle missing,

I couldn't think
of anything else.

Well, now, honey,
you saw the papers.

Your eye photographed
the image.

Now, you've got an
undeveloped image up here,

and all we have to
do is bring it out.

Three sheets of ordinary
white typing paper

with lists of names
on each page.

Now, uh, what sort of names?

Names...

people and places.

Were they in pairs?

A person's name
and then a place?

Yes.

Now, Celia,

I'm going to try and sell
something I haven't got,

I don't know anything about,
I can't describe.

In order for this
bluff to work,

I've got to have a
few of those names.

So, let's take it again
from the top, huh?

Kehoe, Baltimore.

Haggerty, Denver.

No, um, Dallas.

I think it was Dallas.

Take it easy.

Just try and visualize
the letters.

Just one letter at a time.

Kind of, let
it surface.

Haggerty, Dallas.

That's right.

Oh, I can't, Joe,
I'm sorry, I'm tired.

Now, you can sleep later.
Just keep trying!

I am trying.

Now, look, I've got to
have a few of those names,

or I could wind up dead.

I didn't ask you
to go play hero.

Oh, you just go home and
wait for some nice man

to come around asking
about those papers, huh?

Joe, I don't
know anything.

Now, you may be able
to convince me,

but you might not be
able to convince them!

Oh, stop trying
to threaten...

Now, stop pretending
this is a game.

Your uncle is probably dead.

Jackson is certainly dead.

Clay and Mikuta are
going to talk to lawyers.

That leaves you and me
on a tightrope.

Now, we've got to
walk carefully,

but we gotta keep walking.

Now, give me the next name!

I don't know.

Well, keep trying!

I have tried.

I can't remember!

I wish you'd...

Uh, an Italian name.

Uh, with an "S",
Spoletti.

That's the name, Spoletti.

And there wasn't
any place beside it.

And underneath,
there was one word

all by itself,
underlined.

Paradise.

Paradise, Kehoe, Baltimore.

Haggerty, Dallas.

Spoletti, nowhere.

Paradise.

Ah, you're beautiful.

You bullied it out of me.

I'm sorry, but I had to
have at least a few names.

I could've taken
a swing at you.

Well, you've earned it.

That's a pretty
deadly right, lady.

You ought to see my left.

How long they been there?

Since half past 9:00.
Hmm.

Who are they?

Fishermen.

And guess
who's the fish.

Well, they'll treat me
like an antique vase.

They're here to make
a deal, not a hit.

I hope those three names
you gave me

are enough to carry
the conversation.

What if they aren't?

Don't even think it.

Hi, hey, can you tell me
the way to Beverly Hills?

Yeah, just head east
at the next corner.

Get in the car.

On the floor, Mannix.

Mr. Mannix.
Yeah.

Hey, you got
a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

We have been led to believe

that you're interested
in negotiations.

What's the offer?

Please, Mr. Mannix.

This is, uh, the most
preliminary of discussions.

There's the question of title,

the question of the areas
of remuneration and so forth.

Are you the one buying?

I, sir, am an attorney.

I represent the principals
in this venture.

An errand boy.

Well, uh, you can

take this back
to your boss.

I'll keep the money.

The papers I'll sell
for the right price.

Ah, the question then arises.

Do you actually possess
the items in question?

The papers?

Why not, I'll throw
one name in free.

Kehoe.

I'll even throw in a place.

Baltimore.

Kehoe, yes.

And Baltimore you say?

I shall convey your general
position, Mr. Mannix.

We shall be in touch soon.

When?

In due course, Mr. Mannix.

In due course.

In due course means
like right now.

Do it.

All right, downstairs.

Go on down, Mannix.

Ah, you must
be the principal.

Mr. Mannix?
That's right.

It's a pleasure.

I'm Mr. Peters.

I want to apologize for all
the trouble you've been put to.

However,
all things considered,

don't you think it would
be fair to return my papers?

For how much?

Well, if you already
have the papers,

then you have over $300,000.

Not enough, Mr. Peters.

How can I be sure
you have the papers?

Kehoe, Baltimore.

You have a name and a city.

But my informants tell me
that fire was very hot.

Oh, it was.

Lucky I got the
case from Jackson

before he hit
the front burner.

If you have it, prove it.

Mr. Peters,
I'm a professional.

I can add:
Kehoe, Baltimore.

I happen to know
Dallas, so, uh,

Haggerty meant
something to me.

That stupid girl!

She had to go crying
to a private investigator.

She didn't look
beyond the money,

but I did.

Simon Garvey was
a writing fool.

He, uh, he kept records.

Kehoe, Haggerty;
Dallas, Baltimore.

I just put them together.

And it's all on paper.

It's bad for business.
Terrible.

When a man buys a hit,
he likes to feel secure.

Haggerty told me when he paid
Garvey, Garvey was sweating.

Then Haggerty
did get delivery.

A very neat job.

You should have done
a neater job on Simon Garvey.

He wrote himself
an insurance policy.

Well, he was scared,
being involved with murder.

He only collected the money.

For the contract murders
you did for Kehoe, Haggerty,

Spoletti and all the others.

It's a business, Mr. Mannix.

50,000 people die each year
from auto accidents.

We're just a trifle
more selective.

And it's a lot more profitable.

That why I figure I can ask
top dollar for the records.

$250,000 dollars more.

That's over a half
a million dollars.

They're expensive names.

Kehoe, Haggerty, Spoletti.

You wouldn't want
the cops to ask them

who arranged their little
murders for them, would you?

You're very handy with a rack
and a thumbscrew, Mannix.

It's a deal.

Where and when?

There's a public phone booth
near the Observatory.

I'll call you there.

Tomorrow morning,
8:00 on the dot.

Don't forget the papers.

Bring the money.

Don't worry.

Meanwhile, relax, Mr. Mannix.

The watchman will let you out
in a couple of hours.

My Uncle Simon was part
of a murder ring?

I don't believe that.

Well, he may have broken
the whole operation.

If we can tie it down
to this, Mr. Peters.

Well, that starts
in the morning.

We'll stake out everything

for a mile around the
phone booth and tap the line.

And we're still checking
on those names.

Kehoe, Haggerty, Spoletti.

And Paradise,
wherever that is.
Uh-huh.

If it's in the state,
we'll find it.

Well, you've got your
homework for the night,

and I've got an early
date in the morning.

Try not to be late, huh?

Mannix here.

Go down to the Pacific
Coast Highway, past Malibu.

Sea Rock Motel. Room 31.

Joe, this is Sergeant
Beal. You go ahead.

You've got two men up there
who'll be right behind you.

On my way.

I'll take
your gun, Mannix.

Yeah, we got the girl,

so you do exactly
what you're told.

Make a right turn
after the tunnel.

Take the next right.

Head east, inland.

Paradise.

That's right.

Last stop, on the
way to Heaven.

Joe.

Welcome to Paradise,
Mr. Mannix.

Why all the games?

I'm ready to
make a deal.

With the police
in your hip pocket?

Well, I couldn't stop them;
I figured to lose them.

You just made
things easier.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

You two are very
bothersome to me.

And two bullets ought
to solve the problem.

That's not gonna
get you the list.

If you ever
had the list.

And it's not just a couple
of names and places

and a lucky guess.

As a matter of fact, perhaps
you can save me a bullet.

You kill the girl;

we keep your gun
with your fingerprints on it.

Hey...

yeah, and then that locks him
in to us for the murder rap.

You can live to be
a rich old man, Mr. Mannix.

What do you say?

All right.

Joe!
Sorry, Celia.

The game's been called
on account of reality.

Only one bullet, Mannix.

Go ahead, shoot her.

No...

You stay here with the girl.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Well, George!

Never thought
I'd see you in Paradise.

Well, I told you that if it was
in the state, we'd find it, hmm?

We had some help: Kehoe
and Haggerty both talked,

in detail, including
the Paradise Gun Club.

Now, where did you
leave Peters?

Oh, you'll find him
up by the waterfall.
Okay.

Are you all right?

Mm. Yeah.

Hey...

did you miss me deliberately,
or are you just a bad shot?

Aren't you glad
you're alive to find out?