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I had a wonderful time. Happy anniversary, ma 'am. Me too.

I know.

We have to go back.

Where is he?

We hit a man, Walter. I saw him.

I saw him.

I know.

I know.

I told Walter I'd have the car fixed today, but I wasn't able to sleep. I was

concerned about that poor man.

Somebody could have taken him into a house or picked him up in a car and

him to a hospital.

I guess, but wouldn't there have been something in the paper about it?

Or on the radio or TV?

I called all the hospitals in the morgue and couldn't find out anything.

Did you call the police?

No.

Why not?

Walter was arrested for drunk driving a few months ago.

And last night, with our wedding anniversary, we had some drinks.

He has to drive in his work. He'd lose his license if he were involved in an

accident.

I have to know if someone might be badly hurt.

Dying, maybe.

And we're responsible.

I'll see what I can find out, Mrs. Lane.

That's right, Joe.

4705 Winkler Lane. We had a call there.

11 .15 p .m. You did, huh?

What was it? You tell me.

Well, a client of mine was driving through there about that time. He

hit something or somebody. He stopped, turned around, drove back and couldn't

find anything.

What's your client's name?

I don't know. You know you'd be more than welcome to his name, Art, if he was

wanted for anything.

No, I don't want him. I was just curious.

You can tell him he probably had a cat or a dog or something.

We had a unit there about 11 .20 and there was nothing.

Who made the call?

Oh, I... An old -timer named Antion Noly lived a couple of blocks away.

A above -mentioned citizen was out for an evening stroll before going to bed.

Admitted to partaking in one -half to three -quarters of a small glass of

To ward off the chill.

No doubt.

Well, thanks, Art. My client will be happy to know he's off the hook.

If he thought he hit someone, he should have called in himself.

Well, he had a little wine, too.

Wedding anniversary.

Yeah.

Hey, what's this, uh, Antionoli's address?

Yes? Mr. Antionoli?

Who are you, sir?

My name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you about what happened last night, a little after 11.

Well, I already told the police all there is.

I need your help, Mr.

Antionoli. I was driving my car on Winkler Lane last night, and I think I

somebody. I went to the police, and they said you saw, too.

I saw nothing.

I just thought I did.

You didn't hit nobody.

Well, I'm sure I did, and I'm worried about it.

Now, I know I went to the police, and they didn't find anyone there, but if I

could just come in and talk to you a few minutes... No, no, you can't. I told

you nobody was hit.

Now, why don't you just forget about it, huh?

I wish I could.

Well, anyway, if you should change your mind and like to talk to me, here's my

card.

Okay.

I did all right, Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown?

You did fine, just fine.

You sounded like you meant every word of it.

You're from the old country, aren't you, Mr. Antinoli?

Si, senor.

Firenze.

Really?

I would have bet you were Siciliano, like my family.

No.

No.

But I know of the brotherhood.

Remember the brotherhood, Mr.

Antionoli. Ciao.

So, somebody has to be lying. Mrs.

Lane swears they hit a man and the fender backs her up.

That old man out for a walk, Antionoli? He was positive enough when he talked to

the police.

Now he's just as sure he was mistaken.

Maybe he was.

Well, I think somebody got to him. The question is who and why.

Would you want to keep it a secret if you got hit by a car?

I was afraid of being taken to the hospital.

Right. Now, who would be afraid of going to a hospital?

A fugitive from the law?

Escape criminal, maybe?

Right.

Or a wandering husband that was someplace he shouldn't have been, so far

wife's concerned, that is. Now, there's a woman's mind for you. Just be

practical.

Anyway, if he was hurt badly enough, he'd need medical help.

Hey, it's after six o 'clock. You've got a hungry kid waiting at home. You'd

better go.

But anyway, you narrowed it down.

You're looking for some sort of fugitive from the law or from a wife.

Or maybe neither.

Good night.

Do you have a gun, Mr. Mannix?

In the top drawer.

Call medical board.

Check on doctors losing licenses.

Who hired you, Mr. Mannix?

Quite a few people have.

No jokes, if you don't mind.

Who hired you?

For what?

You know for what.

A contract.

A contract? Me?

Now, you boys must be getting bad information somewhere.

From you. You told somebody about an hour ago you were driving on Winkle Lane

last night.

Oh, I see.

You think I was hired to run somebody down.

That's right. You're at the right place at the right time, and you hit the right

man.

Not me.

I didn't check my car outside.

You've had time to get it fixed, or you could have used a rental.

Who put out that contract?

I'll tell you again.

There was no contract.

Keep telling us, Mr. Mannix.

Now, look, I do pretty well. You can ask my tax man. Why would I louse it up by

taking a contract?

This is Brown.

That's right.

Can I talk to him?

Yes, sir. His name is Mannix. He, uh... That's right. A private.

Yes, sir. He says he didn't take a contract.

Mm -hmm.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

He says Joe Mannix wouldn't take a contract.

Oh, Mr. Brown.

Yeah.

How is he?

Fair. He sends his regards.

I'd like to send him some flowers or maybe a book. Where could I... He has

the flowers and books he wants.

He'll appreciate the thought, though.

We'll be sure and tell them.

Benny, they're gone.

They went in to see a guy called Manic.

All right, I'll wait for him.

I can handle him alone.

I'm sure.

Now can you hear me, Mannix?

I hear you.

You know who I am?

My name is Vincent.

James Vincent.

The name means nothing to you?

That means you're Jimmy Vincenzo.

Angelo's little nephew, Angelo Palermo.

How could I forget?

Well, don't stop now. Where is my uncle?

He's in Sicily where he was deported 10, 11 years ago.

He's here and he's hurt.

And you know where he is.

You'll tell me.

It'll save time and pain.

Now, where?

I don't know where he is.

Two of his men were at your office today.

His men?

You mean his men aren't your men? Why were they there?

They want to know who hired me to hit him with my car.

That sounds too nutty to be anything but the truth, Vinnie.

Did you hit him?

My client hit somebody. He went back to look, couldn't find him. He got nervous,

he called me. I just sort of stood in for him.

You know something, Mannix?

I believe you.

Unfortunately, it won't help you much now.

You know Angelo's here, and you know I'm looking for him, and I don't think you

knew that before you came up here.

So that makes it mostly my fault.

Sorry.

No games, just take care of business.

Now hold it.

How much would it help me if I knew where he was? You don't.

I could find out.

I'm a professional.

My life's on the line.

Where would you start?

I'm going to need more information from you.

Like what?

Well, like when he arrived, why he's here, habits, names of his closest

associates, things like that.

No, it's $100 a day plus expenses.

All right, Mannix, you got yourself a client. Never mind about the

I'll tell you everything you need to know.

Why is Angelo here?

I'll tell you why he's here. He's here to organize his part of the family

against me because I'm through taking orders. He's here because he's old and

he's scared and I am young and strong.

Will he arrive?

I don't know. I didn't even know he was here until after he was hurt.

How'd you know he was hurt?

Never mind that.

Give him back his gun.

Oh, if you think I'm going to use this after I find Angelo, it's not my line of

work.

Never mind that, Mannix. You just find them fast, like 24 hours, you hear?

Vinnie, you really think you can find the old man?

We have one lead to Angelo.

If that doesn't pay off, maybe Mannix will.

Angelo's boys already visited him once. They'll be back. Follow him.

Yeah, if it works, what then?

I mean, Mannix already knows too much, and he may know more pretty soon.

Hey, I just answered my own question, didn't I?

I haven't asked any questions yet, Joe, but I'm about to.

Don't, Al. I'd only lie to you.

I know the team of surgeons performed the emergency open -heart surgery.

According to Dr.

Hugh Allison, internist and spokesman for the group. Please turn to column

page two.

The two surgeons who did the actual operating were Dr.

Alvin McGraw and Dr.

Lambert Whitaker of Los Angeles.

Who's your client, Joe? The Brotherhood?

That'll be the day.

Thanks, Al.

I see.

No, thank you. I'll call back.

Dr. Whitaker's answering service says he's out of town, but he's back as far

they know. And he and his office staff will be into the office in about a half

hour.

Dr. Hugh Ellison, deceased.

Dr. McGraw in the Caribbean, been gone for ten days.

Why do you want to bet Dr.

Whitaker will be late getting to his office today?

You think he's with Angelo Palermo?

Or on his way.

the only one I've got for the moment.

Here's the home address and the book.

1 -850 Outpost Drive.

Operator, this is LAKG62114.

I want 2920799.

Hello?

Dr. Whittaker?

Yes, this is Dr. Whittaker.

How's Angelo, huh?

Who?

Angelo. I want to know how he is.

Who is this?

A friend.

This is Los Angeles, KG62114.

I want the police department.

Angelo Palermo?

You're out of your skull, Joe. He's in Sicily.

Not anymore, he isn't. He's probably your hit -and -run victim.

And you think Whittaker will... That's right, lead us to him.

My hunch is right.

1850 Outpost Drive, huh?

I'm on my way. Stick around, Joe.

Now, don't worry, Art.

I wouldn't miss it.

Angelo wants to see you, Mr. Manick.

Forty -four hours is a long time to wait when you're bleeding, Doc.

I told you I was out of town for the week. I had no idea you were back as

as I got the call.

Doctors ought to leave a number.

Wherever they go, they should leave a number.

I shouldn't have waited, Angelo. You should have called someone else.

Who? Who else I call?

Who I trust.

You take good care, Angelo, before I wait for you this time.

How bad, Doc?

Oh, it's bad.

I'm going to have to operate to stop the bleeding.

You take care of her, Doc.

It's been a long time, Mr. Maddox.

Hello, Angelo.

I don't have time to talk right now.

I said right out.

You surprised me.

I would have sworn you'd not be bought.

I'm just curious.

I told your men, Angelo, if there was a contract out on you, I didn't take it.

You ran me down, my boys. I just say so.

That was on behalf of my client when I said that.

Who?

Somebody who probably never even heard of you, Angelo. It was an accident,

that's all.

I know you a long time. I know you ain't stupid. That's why I said not Joe

Mannix. You don't take no contracts, especially against Angelo.

But I could be wrong, too.

One thing, he showed up at Doc's place a while ago and the boys come to pick him

up.

Three doctors worked on you when you had your operation at 58?

Dr. Whittaker was the only one in town right now.

Huh?

And you called up on the phone and asked, how's Angelo, huh?

That's right.

I knew you'd need medical help.

Who's you?

Call the cops, too.

The law says you're supposed to be in Italy, not here.

If you'd stayed, you'd have been a lot better off. So would my client.

I didn't come because I want to.

One more question.

This isn't doing you any good, Angelo. The longer we delay... How'd you know I

was back in the country?

Your nephew told me.

My nephew?

Jimmy Vincenzo?

Yeah, Jimmy Vincent.

A lousy story.

Is that truth?

No one knows Angelo's back.

And no one knows Angelo's here, except you.

Listen to me, Angelo.

Jimmy knows you're back.

He said you came here to organize your part of the family against him.

on my feet. I don't take care of that young punk.

He's been wanting to take over for years.

That's why I came back.

But how did he know?

You've got a leak somewhere, Angelo.

It's as simple as that.

Lock them someplace.

Think the old pup is going to stand up, Doc?

I can't answer that, Angelo.

You better make it stand up.

This is a loyal family.

No leaks.

Oh, sure. Everybody loves Angelo, right?

They'd do anything for the old man. Not a traitor in the bunch.

Who is it?

Tell us and we'll guarantee you'll get out of here safe.

I don't have any idea who it is.

Might be one of you.

Now, look, you've been in the Brotherhood long enough to know there's

magic word.

It's not loyalty, it's not family, it's not tradition.

It's money.

You think someone's betraying the old man for money?

Or his life.

Everybody doesn't love Angelo. His own nephew wants him dead. There's got to be

others.

I'd like to know who it is myself.

But I'm not about to find out locked in here.

You can come out when Angelo says you can.

If he's around to say it.

How long before you'll be able to tell, Doc?

A few hours.

Internal bleeding has stopped.

If his heart holds out, he'll be all right.

He's pretty tough.

Yeah.

You're tired, Doc.

Get some rest. I'll sit up with him.

All right.

You call me if there's...

Even the slightest change in breathing.

Or if he wakes up.

We'll take care of it, Doc.

I'll stay with him.

Call us if there's anything.

Thank you.

You're up early, Doc.

I want to be here when he wakes up.

He hasn't moved.

Breathing hasn't changed either.

His pulse is stronger.

Anything you need?

No, not now.

You do, though.

Yeah.

Brown will be down in a few minutes.

Yeah. Oh, it's you.

What's the word, Doc?

It's the first time I've had a chance to use the phone.

He's at the Bertelli farm near Pomona off Highway 66.

We're on our way.

Listen, Jimmy.

Remember, I'm free after this.

This is the last time. I remember you promised.

Stay loose, Doc.

Get the wheels. We roll.

Morning, Doc.

Morning. What's the verge?

I'll know better when he wakes up.

Should be any time now.

Easy boy.

Easy boy.

I can't go in the back door.

Val just went kind of crazy.

I'm only going to tell you this just once more.

If you want him alive, keep him in that room with you and your grandpa.

As long as you're up, you might as well heat up that broth.

I have a hunch Angelo will be wanting some before long.

Me too.

I'm sorry about the dog.

You one of the Palermo family?

I'm Victoria Bertelli.

I live here with my grandfather.

They came two days ago. Said if we didn't do what they say, they'd kill us.

Who are you?

I'm a private investigator.

How do I get out of here?

There is no way out. They're all over the place.

There are others sleeping.

Have you got a phone?

They tore it out.

The only one in use, he has.

The one who was hurt.

Beside his bed in the cellar.

I've got to get to it.

They'll kill you.

Maybe not.

If you're willing to help.

But... You've got to trust me.

What are you doing out here?

They told you to stay in your room.

What are you doing with one of them?

Not one of them.

He's going to try to help us.

Angela's operation was a success.

Get the soup.

All right.

Victoria, try and find out how many men are down there.

I'm going back down the way I came up.

If you're all right, Angelo, I'd like to get back to town.

I'll be back tonight.

Sure, Doc, sure.

I'll go out and drive you.

Oh, Doc.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Miss Bertelli.

They said only broth, nothing solid.

Maybe tomorrow.

All right.

What's the matter?

You don't like Angela?

I hope you recover very quickly.

Uncle Lou, it's time I talked to Mr. Maddox. Bring him.

What did I tell you?

He's getting a little sleep, Angelo.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to use your phone.

Yeah, Art, this is it. The old Bertelli farm, a quarter mile off of 66 Pomona.

You better alert the Pomona boys.

Tell them to bring everything they've got fast.

Right.