All language subtitles for Mannix S03E18 Harlequins Gold

♪ ♪

Hey, anybody here
from the Harlequin?

You here again?

Shove off, Admiral.

There's gotta be
somebody left...

besides me.

Eh, give me a shot of
bourbon, uh, neat.

Can you pay for it?

Oh, I can pay for it.

That's a lot of
bread, Admiral.

Where'd you steal it?

Hey, mate, I
earned that money.

Earned it juicing the engines
on the old Harlequin.

Now she's gone.

Here we go again.

She went down about four
months ago off New Zealand.

Yeah, I know, I know.

How'd you know?

You been in here yakking
about it all week.

And we're tired
of hearing it.

Well...
Now, clam up or get out.

Now, listen, I got 200 bucks.

Give it to anyone who can find
me one of my shipmates alive.

I don't care who.

Danny McGraw,
Paul Gantry,

good old Ernie
Wells, Atkins,

Bycek. I don't care, they're
a great bunch of guys.

They can't all be dead.

Just can't be dead.

Well, you just tell them
I got 200 bucks for them.

Just spread the word
around, okay, mate?

Yeah, sure, Admiral.

♪ ♪

How about that bankroll, mate?

I, uh, want no
trouble, mate.

Hurry up, hurry up!

If you must play
trick or treat,

why pick this neighborhood?

Self-discipline.

Now, what time is it?

1:45.
Oh, good.

The bank will still be open.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

May I help you?

My name is Mannix.

I'd like to see
Mr. Stewart.

Is he expecting you?

No, but I think he'll see me.

May I ask, um, what you want
to see him about?

A million dollars.

Mr. Mannix, I've been
waiting to hear from you.

Come in, come in.

Any luck?

Not yet.

I can't
understand it.

A million dollars and we
can't even give it away.

Do you think you're ever going
to find him, Mr. Mannix?

Oh, I'm beginning
to think that

maybe he went down
with the Harlequin.

Well, in that case, we'll
need proof of his death.

His uncle's will names
him as sole beneficiary.

Well, look, Mr. Stewart,
I've checked the union halls,

the rosters on every
freighter in the harbor,

checked every flophouse and
gin mill on the waterfront.

Nobody ever heard
of Paul Gantry.

Well, I can only repeat what
I've been told, Mr. Mannix.

According to the bank
in Australia,

Gantry was seen wandering
around Melbourne last month.

He purchased an airline
ticket to Los Angeles

by way of Fiji and Honolulu.

Yeah, I know.

Why is he hiding?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

Does he have a criminal record?

No, I don't think so.

Remember, we're operating merely

as the instrument
of the bank in Australia.

They have the money waiting.

Is anybody else
looking for him?

No, not that I know of.

Then why am I being followed?

Followed?

Yeah, some clown
has been on my tail

for the past three days.

That is strange.

Gantry, perhaps?

No.

No, the description
doesn't fit Gantry.

Look, Mr. Stewart,

I'm going to have to have
more information about him.

His enemies, friends,
personal life.

Well, perhaps Mr. Klegg
can help you.

Who?

Garrett Klegg.

He handles the Gantry
family's business affairs.

Where can I find him?

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Hello.

Mr. Klegg aboard?

My name is Mannix.

You're right on time, love.

He's expecting you.

He's in the main cabin.

Mind the varnish, mate.

Sure.

Mr. Klegg?

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Would you care for a drink?

No, thanks, it's
a little early.

Mr. Stewart tells me
you're being followed.

Have you any
idea who it is?

No, but that may be the reason
Gantry's playing hard to get.

Tell me, uh, has he been
in any kind of trouble?

I never met the lad.

My only interest in this is
to settle his uncle's estate.

And frankly,
the sooner the better.

I've got other clients
that need my attention.

Uh, I understand that he was
seen in Melbourne last month.

Do you know anything about that?

Ah, yes, apparently

one of the local banks
did some investigating.

They learned he visited
his girlfriend in Melbourne.

Is she still there?

Far as I know.

Something sinful about
an empty glass, Angel.

His girlfriend may be
the bait we need.

Can you tell me
anything about her?

My, uh, secretary handled
all that correspondence.

Angel?

Well, um, her name
is Sheila Sprague.

Lives and works
in Melbourne.

Gantry was quite smitten
with her, I understand,

before he, um,
disappeared.

And, um, that's about all.

Well, it's not much,
but then it might help.

Well, I hope so.

I hate to think of
a million dollars

just sitting there
gathering dust.

Heavens, that is a
melancholy thought.

Ta.

Oh, well, anything else

we can do for you,
just let us know.

Thanks.

He doesn't half know
his chess, does he?

Sykes!

You know, love,
I believe Mannix

will find our Mr. Gantry.

He knows you've
been on his tail.

I'm sorry, Skipper, I...

Oh, no problem, lad.

It just shows our Mannix
knows what he's about.

Hmm...

Wagner, step in here a minute!

I've got a job for you.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, just
one moment, please.

Overseas Operator from Melbourne

about your call
to Sheila Sprague.

Hello?

Yes, I called
about Miss Sprague.

Well, is there
a referral number?

No, no. Never mind.
Thank you, Operator.

Well, her phone's
been disconnected

and they can't locate her
anywhere in Melbourne.

Maybe she's with Paul Gantry.

If he exists at all.

Who do we know in Melbourne?

Not a soul.

I'd sure like to know more
about that girl.

Who she is, what she's like...

Gloria!

Gloria?

Oberhansly.

She works at R & I down
at Police Headquarters.

She Australian?

No, but she could cable
the Melbourne Police

and make it seem all
very, very official.

Oh, sure.

Lieutenant Tobias
would love us for that.

Well, he wouldn't
have to know.

I mean,
why shouldn't he help us?

After all,
he's a public servant.

True.

Okay, look, you get Gloria
started on that.

And I'll drop Sheila's name
down around the waterfront.

If Gantry's there, that ought
to bring him out of hiding.

What about your
other calls?

What?

Harry Agar called
three times today.

Who's Agar?

Bay-Shore
Insurance Company.

Oh, yeah, well, uh...
tell him to forget it, huh?

Tell him I've become
a very bad risk.

Lookin' for a girl
named Sheila Sprague.

Any of you know anybody
that knows where she is,

have them call
that number, huh?

Okay.

It's about time you showed up.

Yeah, why?

Well, you still
paying that 200?

You know something?

Well, there's a guy.

He's been asking for you.

Who is he?

Ah, two bills, remember?

Yeah.

Okay, half now.
Half when I see the man.

Well, his name is Agar.

Harry Agar.

Agar.

Yeah, he said you'd
know where to find him.

Yeah.

Oh, Operator,
I'd like the phone number

of the Bay-Shore
Insurance Company.

I'm sorry, Operator,
I didn't get that number.

I didn't hear you.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

What happened?

Did you see who did it?

Take it easy. I'll
send for an ambulance.

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You swing a mean cane, Gantry.

The name is Gray. Patrick Gray.

Yeah.

And I'm Mother Goose.

Spelled M-A-N-N-I-X.
Mannix.

Private investigator.

The, uh, the other bloke,
the one in the alley,

he was hired by
Garrett Klegg.

Who's your benefactor?

Well, now, if your name was
Paul Gantry, I might tell you.

Gantry, is it?

Well, now, I might just be able
to find him for you.

Well, if you do, call me.

Get off it, Mannix!

You been up and
down this waterfront

talking up a storm

about Sheila Sprague.

What's your business
with Sheila?

Ask Gantry.

I'm asking you.

Is she all right?

Has anything happened to Sheila?

You'd better talk, Mannix!

Because if anything's happened
to Sheila,

so help me,
I'm going to...

I don't know what's bugging you.

But you'd better decide
who your friends are,

and when you do,
you know where to find me.

Are you sure
you haven't seen him?

It's very important.

All right, thank you.

I've been calling all
over town for you.

Yeah, why?

Well, Toby's got this
Cub Scout meeting,

and I promised him
that I would...

Well, what
are you waiting for?

Oh, and Harry Agar
called again.

He said you and he are
looking for the same man.

Paul Gantry?

He said he's on
his way over here.

He wants to
discuss it with you.

When?

Right away.
This evening.

Is there anything
I can do?

Yeah, get to that
Cub Scout meeting on time.

Good night, Joe.

Memo to Mr. H.T. Stewart,
Westland National Bank...

I believe
I've found Paul Gantry.

He's living
at a waterfront flophouse

called the Harbor Manor, under
the name of Patrick Gray.

The man in question fits the
description of Mr. Gantry,

however he has limited
use of his left leg

and his left arm
is amputated above the elbow.

His awkward movements
lead me to believe

that his handicaps
are of recent origin.

There are a number of
possibilities to consider...

Consider sharks,
Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

Come in, Mr. Gantry,
or is it still Patrick Gray?

Paul Gantry, first mate aboard
the late, lamented Harlequin

and her sole survivor.

Now, what's all this
about Sheila?

I was just using her as bait to
lure you out of the woodwork.

You've inherited one million
Australian dollars.

You're sure she's all right?

Hmm. As far as I know.

You're being pretty casual,
aren't you,

about your inheritance?

After all, that's
one million dollars.

Oh, stow it, Mannix.

It's a poor joke.

It happens to be true.

Your uncle Ambrose Gantry
left it to you.

The money's in a bank
in Australia.

I never had an Uncle Ambrose
or any other uncle,

for that matter.

Well, anyway, the money's there,
in your name.

I've seen the letter.

You can fight it out
with the bank tomorrow.

I'll fight it out with the bank,
if I'm still alive.

Don't you see, Mannix?

It's a trap.
There's no inheritance.

They're using you to find me.

They? Who are they?

If I say any more,

your neck will be
on the block next to mine.

Gantry?

Maybe I can save both our necks.

Try me.

Now...

Tell me about the Harlequin.

Australian freighter, sailing
under Panamanian registry.

She was sunk and her entire
crew was lost, except for you.

Now somebody
wants to kill you.

Something must have happened
aboard the Harlequin.

What was it?

First night out, the whole crew
was struck with food poisoning.

Every one of us
sick, dead or dying.

Then the goon squad came out
of nowhere and took over.

You mean piracy?

I mean mass murder, Mr. Mannix.

They pitched us all overboard
to the sharks.

All of us, 17 men.

It's a sight
I'll carry to my grave.

Somehow, I got
washed ashore

not far from a village
near Auckland.

My left arm were gone.

Was out of my mind for weeks.

When I came to, I heard
that the Harlequin had sunk.

What was her cargo?

A few million dollars
worth of gold bullion.

They scuttled the Harlequin.

That's why the sharks
are still after me.

To get rid of the last witness.

How did you find out
they were after you?

Last month I was able
to go home to Melbourne.

On my way to see
Sheila, I got shot at.

The taxi was wrecked.

I managed to
escape. Here I am.

Hmm.

Why haven't you
reported this?

Because the sharks would
make Sheila their target.

I know 'em.

They'd do to her what
they couldn't do to me.

So, now you know, Mannix.

And now you're part of it.

Did anybody see
what happened?

I did.

He was crossing the street
and this black car came

right around
the corner and hit him.

Is he dead?
Yeah.

Who was he?

Harry Agar.

He was on his way
to see me.

Hello, Operator, get me
the police department.

Lieutenant Tobias in Homicide.

Adam?

I've got some business for you.

A man was killed
outside my building.

Hit and run.

No, it wasn't an accident!

I know because my tape
recorder's missing, too!

All right, Charlie, see if
you can find any witnesses.

Mac, keep these people
clear for the ambulance.

Well, sir, I believe
this lady can help you here.

Adam.

What happened, Joe?

Well, I'm not sure.

I heard the screech
of the brakes.

I ran out to see
what was going on.

I came back and my tape recorder
was gone.

Did you see the car?

Well, I caught a glimpse of it
through the window.

A dark sedan. That's about all
I could tell you.

What was on the tape recorder?

A case I'm working on.

Do you think it had anything
to do with Harry Agar's death?

Yeah.

Maybe we'd better talk
some more, Joe.

How well did you know
Harry Agar?

Just that he was
an insurance man.

Never met him.

We knew him.

He was an insurance
investigator, and a good one.

He worked for one of those
marine insurance firms.

Marine?

Yeah, you know,
boats, yachts.

Freighters?

Probably.

What do you know
about this, Joe?

Agar was coming
to see me.

He had some information.

Apparently, he had too much.

What's the case?

Sorry, Adam.

Look, Harry Agar was killed
coming to see you.

You claim it was no accident.

Your tape recorder's
stolen,

and now you're
withholding information.

I don't want to be the cause
of any more killings.

Look, there's a nice guy dead
out there.

Oh, come on, Adam,
don't lean on me.

As soon as I can,
I'll tell you the whole story.

Do you have any idea
who you're looking for?

Yeah, the guy that stole
my tape recorder.

Memo to Mr. H.T. Stewart,
Westland National Bank...

I believe I have found
Paul Gantry.

He's living in a waterfront
flophouse called

the Harbor Manor under
the name of Patrick Gray.

The man in question fits
Gantry's description.

However, he has limited use
of his left leg,

and his left arm is amputated
above the elbow.

His awkward movements lead me

to believe that his handicaps
are of recent origin.

There are a number of
possibilities to consider.

Consider sharks, Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

Sounds like Gantry's voice.

It did, indeed.

There are a number of
possibilities to consider.

Consider sharks, Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

It's Gantry, all right.

He's in there with Mannix, and
you waste your time on Agar!

Skipper, we had to.

Agar saw me in the car
outside the building.

Anyway, it was
an accident.

He's been investigating
the Harlequin.

If he and Mannix ever got
to comparing notes...

That would have been sticky.

He's a good man, that Mannix.

Served us quite well.

Seems a shame, doesn't it?

A shame?

To end
such an illustrious career.

Oh, Garrett, I do wish you
wouldn't talk like that!

Nobody lives forever, Angel.

You'll see that Mannix
and Gantry are no exceptions,

won't you, lads?

Take care of Gantry first.

Who is it?

It's Mannix.
Open up.

Got to get you
out of here.

Somebody stole my tape
recorder, and it'll tell them

exactly where to find you.

The sharks again.

When they smell blood,
there's no stopping them.

I'm running out of places
to hide, Mannix.

Where can I go
from here?

To the police.

You're out of your ruddy skull!

At least they can protect you.

No!

If I tell the police anything,

I'd be signing
Sheila's death warrant!

My silence is the only thing
that's keeping her alive!

Now look, Klegg killed
your shipmates!

You can't let him
get away with it!

Now we can go
to the police

and let them start
an investigation.

Didn't you hear me?!

Sheila would be
murdered, too!

Gantry, you can't keep
running forever!

And she can't keep
hiding forever!

It's all my fault.

Your life's in jeopardy,

Sheila's under constant threat,
all because of me.

No one has the right to cause
such human misery, Mannix.

What do you want to do, sit here

and wait for Klegg's men
to find you?!

You'll wind up dead!

Small loss,
all things considered.

Sheila can do far better
than me.

Oh, stop feeling sorry
for yourself.

Now let's get out of here.

A girl like that
deserves more

than a waterlogged,
broken-down mariner.

Best I could offer her would be
a sheep station in the Outback.

Not much of a life for a girl
like that now, is it?

But we could put down roots,
raise a family, maybe.

Lord knows I'd be good
to that girl.

She'd know she was loved,
Mannix. She'd...

All right, all right, let's go.

Maybe the police can keep
the sharks away.

But one thing:

I don't say a word
about the Harlequin.

All right, here we are.

It's 2:00 in the morning.
Everybody's tired and sleepy.

What's so important, Joe?

Well, uh, Mr. Gantry has some
interesting information.

It might lead
to Harry Agar's murderer.

That true, Gantry?

There's one problem, Adam.

Mr. Gantry has
absolutely no desire

to cooperate with the police.

Oh, come on, Joe,
it's late.

If you want to play games,
how about tomorrow?

Wait a minute. Look, look, I
got him here and it wasn't easy.

Now, uh, the rest is
up to you.

It's your legal right
to remain silent, Gantry.

You needn't answer any questions
without advice of an attorney.

Don't bother
about lawyers.

I told Mannix
I'm talking to no one.

Afraid you'll be implicated?

It isn't that.

Well, what is it then?

You're protecting someone, huh?

You know who it is, Joe?

Yeah, but I can't tell you.

I told him I thought
he was foolish, but...

well, it's up to him.

Then what are we all doing here?

Well, he's in danger.
I want him protected.

How long can you hold
him for questioning?

24 hours, and that's all, Joe.

Beautiful,
That's all I need.

For what?

Research.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Morning, Peggy.

Hi.

I'm at the Panamanian Consulate
checking out freighters.

I'll be about a half an hour.

Anything new?

No, no,
nothing.

You're sure?

Peggy, you still there?

I'm here, Joe.

Well, look, uh,

Klegg's musclemen may be around
looking for me.

I'll check with you later, huh?

Half an hour.
Plenty of time.

I'll take care of him.

And I'll take care
of the little lady.

Mr. Klegg wants
to see you, Mannix.

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Morning, love.

Want some company?

Ah, Mannix,
welcome aboard,
lad, welcome.

Too bad Mr. Gantry
couldn't be here.

We're planning
to put to sea.

Oh, you're not going
anywhere, Klegg.

You'd have to get rid
of both of us.

Both Gantry and I know what
happened aboard the Harlequin.

Oh, a terrible thing, that.

But how does it affect me?

Harlequin, owned by an
Australian corporation.

The principal stockholder
Garrett Klegg.

Now why in the blue-eyed blazes
would I want

to sink me own ship?

For the cargo;
a fortune in gold,

which you already have.

Plus all of the
insurance money
you hope to collect.

That's a nice nest egg.

Enough for you to put up
a million dollars

in a phony will
to get to Gantry.

Why don't you bring
Mr. Gantry here?

We could sit down,
discuss it like gentlemen.

Sorry.

You're really in no position
to refuse, you know.

If anything happens
to me, Klegg,

Gantry will tell the
whole story to the police.

Oh, I don't think
he'd do that.

Cares too much
for that girl of
his in Melbourne.

Can't say that I blame him.
She's a charming...

As a matter of fact,
Gantry is with the
police right now.

You know, Mannix, I'm almost
inclined to believe you.

Still, I think I can persuade
you to bring Mr. Gantry here.

No chance.

You see, Klegg,
you don't have a Sheila Sprague

to hang over my head.

Oh, that's true.

In a way.

Come along, Mannix.

Take it off.

This might do the trick.

Has a child at home,
I understand.

Relax, Mannix.

She's asleep.

Just a mild sedative.

No unpleasant aftereffects,
I assure you.

Unless...
well, put it this way...

I want Gantry here
within 12 hours.

You will cooperate,
won't you, lad?

Adam, you told me you were going
to hold Gantry for 24 hours.

Downstairs,
they tell me he's gone!

Please come in, Joe.

Where is he?!

He refused to talk.

He refused
an attorney.

He just sat there
like a mummy.

And you released him?

Yes, about ten
minutes ago.

All I could do.

Joe, I had no charges.

He said he
was tired--

tired of hiding,
jumping at shadows,

tired of causing misery
to everyone around him.

Well, Adam, he's on his way
to getting himself killed.

All right, Joe!

Maybe, you'll tell us
about this case now, huh?

Well, he witnessed
a mass murder at sea.

He's been hiding for weeks.

He didn't want to tell anybody,

because he's protecting
somebody in Melbourne.

Sheila Sprague?

How did you know that?

We got a picture.

Courtesy of the Melbourne
Police Department.

You know, they
found that thing

in a display case
in a penny arcade,

a take-your-own picture
kind of place.

You're sure this is
Sheila Sprague?

That's what Melbourne told us.

And next time, I'll thank Peggy

not to use this department
as a clearinghouse.

You know what he's doing, Adam?
He's gonna give himself up.

He's gonna get himself murdered
to protect this...

two-faced, little...

Joe!

Stay out of it, Adam!

You'll get Peggy killed!

Peggy?

Joe Mannix just left.
Tail him.

We'll be in a car
right behind you.

You keep in touch with me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Where's Klegg?

He'll be
right with you, chum.

Never fear.

You gave us
quite a run for it.

♪ ♪

Well, well, well, Mr. Gantry.

Welcome, lad, welcome.

How nice of you to stop by.

Stow the happy
talk, Klegg.

Let's get
on with it.

And this time, the sharks
can finish the job, right?

Ah?

It all sounds a bit too easy.

You and Mannix haven't cooked up

some mischievous
little charade, now, have you?

Mannix is your problem.

I'm here, aren't I?

So you are.
So you are.

Tell me one thing, Klegg:
is Sheila all right?

Of course she is, lad.

No reason why she shouldn't be.

You won't harm her?

Harm her?

Good heavens,
that's the last thing

in the world I'd want to do.

I wish I could
believe you, Klegg.

You have my word.

You're a courageous man, Gantry.

You must love
that girl very much.

Such loyalty
should not go unrewarded.

When you're decent, Angel,

step in, would you?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Joe.

You all right?

Just kind of sleepy.

I want you to
get ashore.

What about you?

Come on.

Hello, Paul.

Sheila!

What's she doing here?

I thought you
said that she...

She's here
of her own accord, Gantry.

You're a liar!

Ask her.

Please don't look
so tragic, Paul.

Garrett and I met in Melbourne

when he came around
looking for you.

You and Klegg?

Simply a matter
of options, Paul.

Did I want to spend my life

on a grimy sheep ranch,
or this?

Don't be angry
with me, love.

I'm allergic
to wool, anyway.

And mink is much nicer.

Don't talk like
that; it's not you!

But it is, Paul.

You know what it's like
when you've been at sea too long

and you see a-a fish
and you think it's a mermaid?

You, you see a woman,
you think she's Juliet.

Do you know why
Garrett calls me Angel?

Tell him, darling.

Because she's anything but.

That's it, Paul.

He sees me as I am,
not as-as something

carved out of starlight
and poetry.

To think I've been in hiding all
these weeks to keep you alive.

To stop you from
getting hurt.

You...!

Hold on!

Hold it!

Gantry! Gantry!

Listen to me!

Gantry! Gantry!

All right, come on, Sheila.

You're a part of all of this.

Mannix.

Let go of her.

She's not responsible
for any of this.

I know she isn't.

She was about
to let them kill you.

No.

No, she wouldn't.

I know she wouldn't.

Tell him, Sheila.

Tell him.

You poor,
poor sailor boy.

It's Klegg's fault.

He changed her.

You're not the Sheila I knew.

Face it, Paul--
she's one of the sharks.

♪ ♪