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I don't think Geoffrey
Paradine is the type of student

who would disappear from
school in the middle of a semester.

If you ask me, he's off
brooding and studying.

I'm hitting his physics class
with a big exam tomorrow.

His sister's very worried.

Well, maybe his sister
is just overprotective.

I don't think there's any
family... Just the two of them.

Professor Crowson's office.

Yes. Yes, he's here.

Your answering service.

Mannix.

Yes, I'll take the call,
Operator. Put it through.

Oh, hello, Mr. Mannix.
I'm so glad I caught you.

This is Holly Paradine.

- What is it, Holly?
- Nothing, nothing at all.

I found him. Geoff's all right.

That's why I
wanted to reach you.

I didn't want you to waste
any more time looking for him.

He just called and apologized.

He was with a girl.

There was never
anything to worry about.

I want to thank you, Mr. Mannix.

That's all right, Holly. I've
got another case waiting.

I can catch a plane
in the morning.

Did he buy it?

Yes.

He's leaving town on
another case in the morning.

Wow.

You had no right to hire a
detective in the first place.

Geoff, I got into town and you
vanished. I didn't know what to think.

Okay. I'm here.

Now go back to New York.

- Geoff, you're in trouble.
- I'll contact you later.

You're in trouble. Please
don't ask me to leave.

Holly, for the first time in my life,
it's a chance to really be on top.

Now please, do as I ask you.

When will I talk to you?

I'll call you in the morning.

Now come on.

Geoff, you're in...

Holly, if I don't
stay loose, I'm dead.

And if Mannix had stayed
on the case, he'd be dead, too.

♪♪

Flight 47 to St. Louis.

You're booked under
the name of Montgomery.

- First name?
- Frank.

You'll be staying at
the Shore View Motel.

There's a pay phone about
a hundred yards up the road.

We'll phone you there
every other night at 11:00.

I see you've
thought of everything.

We've had detectives
on this before.

Whoever's been stealing
our industrial designs

has always been tipped off.

Does anybody know me
at your St. Louis plant?

- No one.
- Let's keep it that way.

- Good.
- TWA flight - number 47 for St. Louis

is now ready for
boarding at Gate 31.

Well, uh, guess that's
Mr. Montgomery's flight.

Gentlemen.

Good luck, Mr. Mannix.

Flight 47 for St. Louis is
now boarding at Gate 31.

Passengers, please check in.

What do you think?

I'm betting a $100 million
company we have the right man.

Mr. Joe Mannix, please pick
up a white courtesy telephone.

Will Mr. Joe Mannix please come
to the white courtesy telephone?

Flight 254 to San Francisco,
Portland, and Seattle,

now boarding at Gate 9.

Attention, please.

Flight 254 to San Francisco, Portland,
and Seattle, now boarding at Gate 9.

This is Joe Mannix. Do
you have a call for me?

She said it was urgent...

I lied to you last night.
Geoff isn't all right.

He made me get rid of you. He
told me you'd both be killed if I didn't.

Did he say why?

No, all he told me was that if I got you
to stop looking for him, he'd be all right.

He promised to
phone this morning.

He didn't.

He hasn't been
at the University,

and I checked the gas station
where he said he worked part time.

Mr. Mannix, they've
never even heard of him.

I just know something
terrible has happened to him.

All right, Holly,
we'll start again.

At the University.

Peggy, see that
she gets to her hotel.

What about St. Louis?

That'll wait a couple of days.
It's not a matter of life and death.

I'm afraid the grades are
going to have to stay as they are.

Coffee?

Not today.

I've been expecting you.

Geoffrey Paradine didn't show
up for his exam this morning.

Professor, yesterday you said Geoffrey
Paradine was bright, ambitious, a loner.

Today I think he's more
than we bargained for.

Huh. You think he's in trouble?

I think he's in something
way over his head.

That was a big one.

What?

The earthquake.

Didn't you feel it?

No, not a thing.

Let me get you some water.

Here.

Yeah, thanks.

I wonder what hit me.

Oh, probably some bug.

Half of my classes are out
with one virus or another.

Yeah.

Professor, uh... Geoffrey
Paradine's life may be in danger.

I don't know where
he is or what he's up to.

All I can do is go back
over everything I covered...

every... everyone I talked to.

Might be something that didn't
seem important the first time around.

Well, there's one thing.

I... I don't know what it means.

Well, why don't you tell
me and let me decide?

Paradine cheats.

Other students cheat.

But Paradine
doesn't have to cheat.

Why does he do it?

I don't think it ever
enters his mind it's wrong.

So what you're really telling me is
that, uh, he's capable of anything.

Only one person can answer that.

Hmm.

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh yeah, yeah, fine.

Look what you done!

I, uh, I didn't do this, lady.

I was supposed to meet
Geoff Paradine here.

I'm a friend of his. I
was here yesterday.

I didn't see you.

Look what you've done!

Easy Joe, easy.

Welcome back, Joe.

Where am I?

You're in the hospital.

I'm Dr. Yoshiro.

Why?

What happened?

You went down a flight
of stairs the hard way.

Oh, yeah.

Paradine's place.

A bunch of weirdoes...

a wild trip they were on.

You were hallucinating,
Mr. Mannix.

What?

That's right, Joe.

The occupants of that
building are two elderly sisters,

an airline pilot
who's never there,

a couple of movie extras,

and Geoffrey Paradine.

Ah.

What is it, Doc?

Some new kind of virus?

You don't have a
virus, Mr. Mannix.

Okay, so a bug
by any other name.

Joe, Dr. Yoshiro is the best.

Best what?

Toxicologist.

Poison?

Sometime in the last 24 hours.

How?

Any number of ways.

In a hamburger,

a drink,

your toothpaste.

On a stick of gum.

In a crowd, a needle so fine you
don't even feel it prick your skin.

What... What kind of poison?

It's something we've
never run across.

Then you don't
know how bad it is.

We know you're dying.

Doctor.

There never is an
easy way to say it.

Okay.

So much for the good news.

What are you doing about it?

We're injecting a
mouse with your blood.

He could save your life.

If we're lucky, he'll
duplicate your reactions.

Because his body is smaller, more
fragile, the symptoms should occur faster.

We'll be forewarned while
we're searching for the antidote.

If he goes, how long do I have?

Not long.

Sun's out.

And those people running around
down there crabbing at each other.

What can I expect,
Doc, until it happens?

Hard to predict.

General fatigue.

Weakness.

Increasing hallucinations.

Will I know?

It's a nerve drug. We know that.

It's attacking the muscles.

And near the end, I'd say there'd be
total disorientation and multiple vision.

Doctor, isn't there anyone in
this town that knows this poison?

I mean now?

The person who gave it to him.

Joe.

This have something
to do with Paradine?

It's a pretty good guess.

Paradine told his sister that
he and I could both get killed

if I didn't stop
looking for him.

I found these in
Paradine's wastebasket.

What are they?

Haven't the slightest idea.

Why don't you try
and find out, Art?

I'll be in touch with you later.

You can't leave here.

Why not?

You shouldn't be on the
streets in your condition.

I shouldn't be dying, either.

I could find a reason
to hold you, Joe.

Don't try it, Art.

If I can keep myself alive by finding out
who poisoned me, I'm sure going to try it.

Besides, you want to
save that mouse, don't you?

Miss Fair, put
this on his wrist.

It's our emergency number.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sometime within
the last 24 hours.

Any number of ways.

In a hamburger...

a drink...

on a stick of gum.

In a crowd,

a needle so fine, you don't
even feel it prick your skin.

Joe?

What is it, Peggy?

I found him.

Where?

Puritan Laundry Service.

He drives a delivery truck.

Grace just called from
the Department of Labor.

Puritan Laundry Service was
on Paradine's withholding card.

Puritan Laundry.

I'll drive.

Joe?

I'm fine.

I wonder how the mouse is doing.

We got a lot of college
students working part time for us.

You understand?

I wouldn't give you a
dime for any of them.

Between their long
hair and their dress...

Aw, forget about it.

Look now, Geoff Paradine
wears a tie and goes to a barber.

As I said, part-time
workers come and go.

They get paid, don't they?

Hazel, do you know a
driver named Paradine?

Yeah, he just left on vacation.

Where to?

Europe.

Where in Europe?

Europe's Europe.

Well look, uh, give me a
list of his work stops, huh?

Absolutely not.

Now look, this is important.

Listen, Mannix, our
men enter banks.

Sensitive industries.

They exchange their
bundles and leave.

I won't risk all that
for a part-time driver.

Just give me a list!

You need a court
order to produce that.

There's no time.

Help! Help!

Hey, some guy just went through pressing
and knocked over a rack of clean uniforms.

Just answer the
question, Mr. Baker.

Exactly what happened when Mr. Mannix
left your place a little while ago.

Did he hit you or
didn't he, Mr. Baker?

Hit me? He better never try it.

Nobody hits Joey Baker.

Well, if he didn't hit
you, did he threaten you?

He better never
try that, neither.

I see.

Well, this is just routine.

Private investigators
are licensed.

We make a check
every now and then.

Thanks for your trouble.

You were a little
pushy, that's all.

Whether I hit him or not,

he wouldn't give me a simple thing
like Paradine's work route. Why?

Because he was hiding
something, that's why.

Joe, put yourself in Dr. Yoshiro's
hands instead of running around.

Art.

There's a very sick
mouse depending on me.

This is Malcolm.

I want a court order to inspect the
books of the Puritan Laundry Service.

When did you find that out?

Put out an A.P.B.

Paradine bought a plane ticket
to leave the country last night,

but he never used it.

Then he's still here.

Joe.

Let us do it.

Where was he going, Art?

Yugoslavia.

What are you doing?

Just leave it alone.
Leave it alone!

Joe, maybe Doctor
Yoshiro was right.

Maybe you should
go back to the hospital.

And do what? Do what?

Lie around and wait while
somebody else tries to save my life?

Art Malcolm has the entire
department working on it.

Forget it!

Forget it.

If I get a lead, I got
to be able to move.

I gotta move.

But you don't even know if
those letters mean anything.

That's right. That's right.

That's right, they could mean
anything. They can mean...

They can mean a
city, town, a place.

A code. They could mean
a sled named Rosebud.

I know one thing.

I just gotta keep
looking, keep looking.

I was only trying to help, Joe.

Then help!

I'm sorry.

Peggy, I'm sorry.

They don't understand.

It's my life.

There's nobody going to
fight for it any harder than me.

Nobody.

Geoffrey Paradine
got me into this.

He's the only one who can get
me out. I've just got to find him.

All I need is a lead.

Just one little lead.

It's Geoff Paradine. He's dead.

That mouse isn't
going to like this one bit.

There's one bullet
hole in his left arm.

What killed him?

Unless we find something
else in the autopsy,

probably the multiple
skull fractures.

He was worked over by experts.

Whoever he was running from must
have wanted something from him.

I figure he expected a payoff, and found
out they were going to kill him instead.

He probably caught the
bullet as he was getting away.

I wonder what Paradine had
that anybody wanted that much.

Anything else?

Just this. I found
it on his left arm.

I thought it was a mole.

But one edge was curled.

A mole called microfilm.

Where in the world
did you find it?

On Geoffrey Paradine's arm.

He never studied anything
like that at the university.

What do you see
up there, Professor?

Stress quotients.

Heat factors.

Rocket trajectory data.

I thought so.

Your student's a spy, Joe.
I'll have to notify the F.B.I.

Geoffrey Paradine in espionage?

You said he was capable
of anything, didn't you?

He did that this
morning in my office.

It's all right. It's
just the virus again.

Don't you think you
ought to be in bed?

Thanks for coming, Professor.

Not at all, but you really
should take care of that bug.

What about the court order?

We've got the
Puritan Laundry books.

Our people have been
going over them all night.

So far, the only thing they've
turned up is Paradine's truck route.

Oh, and another driver who
said Paradine gave him $50

to switch vacations with him so
Paradine could leave this week.

Monday was the
last day he worked.

- What else?
- He had 25 stops a day.

That's 125 stops a week.

That's 125 places to check,

and we don't even know
what we're looking for.

Looking for a double killer.

Paradine's and mine.

And we'll find him.

But it takes time.

That's my problem, Art... time.

I've got to find out
what those letters mean.

My code people
are still working on it.

Tell it to the mouse.

Mr. Mannix, I
want to talk to you.

Peggy, check the
answering service.

- Joe, I want to...
- Just do it, Peggy.

Yes, Holly?

I just thought of something.

I don't know if it's
important, but it might

help you find the
people who killed Geoff.

What is it?

Well, the first day I got into
town, Geoff took me for a drive.

We went straight
from the airport.

He wouldn't even let
me check into a hotel first.

He said he had to
show me something.

It was a factory.

He pulled up and
pointed through the fence

and said that the biggest thing in his life
was breaking for him inside that factory

and he just had to tell someone.

Where is it?

Outside the city somewhere.

Think you could find it?

It's along this road, I think.

Did he tell you anything
about the place?

No, not much.

What kind of a factory was it?

I think he said
they made fishnets.

Mannix.

Joe, I'm with Dr. Yoshiro.

He's isolated the poison.

It's a dissipating type.

Once it's done its work, it just
disappears from the system.

What would the autopsy say?

Well, the doctor thinks it would
look like simple heart failure.

A delayed-action poison.

That means I was
supposed to die in St. Louis.

That's why they didn't shoot
me or run me off a dock.

They didn't want to have my
death tied in with Paradine's.

Joe, we want you to come in now.

No chance.

Mr. Mannix.

Come in now.

The antidote is just
around the corner.

My father used to say
that about prosperity.

Geoff was telling the truth.

They were trying
to kill you too.

They knew if Geoff turned
up dead, I'd never stop digging.

We've got to find that factory.

How much farther?

That looks familiar.

Yeah, that's the little cafe
where we stopped to have a drink.

I'm sure now, absolutely sure.

Speed up.

Slow down.

Pull over. Stop.

Get down quick!

Aah!

Mr. Mannix. Mr. Mannix.

You're sick. That's why
you wanted me to drive.

I'm all right.

It's just a new medication.

Sometimes it plays tricks.

I'm taking you back.

No, no. No, no. I've
got to see that factory.

This is the place.

Are you sure?

Yes. I wondered at the time

what such a big factory
was doing making fishnets.

That's the same company that
hired me to go to St. Louis for them.

Drive in.

What does fishnet mean to you?

Mannix, you aren't
supposed to be seen here.

And you look terrible.

What's wrong?

Look, one man is dead.
Another one's dying.

What happens now
depends on your help.

You're serious.

Yeah.

Well, do I have a choice?

You can tell me
or tell Washington.

If you wait to tell Washington, you
could end up accessory to murder.

What do you want to know?

Everything.

Well, Fishnet is a sensing
device for missile defense.

We produce a small silicone segment
here and ship it on for assembly.

- Where?
- No idea.

The military picked up our first
prototype unit early Monday morning.

Monday... Monday...

One more question.
Why did you hire me?

I explained all that.

No, no, no. I mean... I mean me.

Why not... Why not Mike Hammer,
Sherlock Holmes, or someone?

Your name came up
at a board meeting.

Who suggested it?

- I don't remember.
- Well, find out!

Miss Jacobs, get the minutes
of our last board meeting

and find out who suggested
Mr. Mannix' name to us.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hammond.

What's the matter with you?

Too many candied apples.

Can I get you something?

No, no, thanks.

- Malcolm.
- Art?

Joe, I'm glad you called. I...

Art, I think we're
rounding third base.

- You know where I am?
- Joe.

I'm with the people that
hired me to go to St. Louis.

An executive from Hammond
Enterprises recommended me for the job.

- Joe...
- Get the coincidence?

Joe, listen a minute.

Look, uh, I'm just waiting for a
name. I'll have it for you in a second.

Joe, for cryin' out loud...

- Mr. Hammond?
- Yes.

It was Thomas Ferguson
who suggested Mr. Mannix.

Art, it was Thomas Ferguson.

Mr. Hammond, get him in here.

He left this morning
for a few days.

Where does he live?

225 Oakstone Drive.

Art, it's 225 Oakstone Drive.

Now, look he may be
leaving town. Pick him up.

Joe, give me a chance
to tell you something.

Please.

This is the guy, Art.

I know it.

Just find him.

Shut up for a minute!

What is it, Art?

It's about the mouse.

Oh.

Oh.

What is it?

A friend of mine just died.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix.

So am I.

We had something going together.

Europa National
Airlines flight 268...

Yes, I, uh, telephoned for a
reservation... Thomas Ferguson.

Yes, sir.

Final call for Europa
Airlines flight 268.

Will all passengers
please report to...

- Will you excuse me a moment, sir?
- At Gate 5.

Southeastern Airlines flight
152, now arriving at Gate 14.

Southeastern Airways flight
152, now arriving at Gate 14.

Ferguson.

How do you spell the name, sir?

Well, uh, F-E-R...

They spelled it F-U-R.

You admitted that you
recommended Mannix for the job!

- I already told you that!
- Why?

Because we needed
a good detective!

Because you needed
Mannix out of town!

Our problem was out of town!

- Who ordered you to set him up?
- Nobody ordered...

Who ordered you to kill him?

Who told you to
kill him, Ferguson?

Dead end.

Look, uh, Mannix,
what's all this about?

Geoff Paradine died yesterday.

Who?

He was a student that was involved
with stealing the Fishnet project.

He, uh, he told me to stop
looking for him or we'd both die.

He was right.

They got Paradine... and
they've just about got me.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

They gave me poison.

The doctors can't
find an antidote.

The man who wants
me dead may have it.

I'm incapable of killing anyone.

You're capable of
dying, aren't you?

Your job was to get me out of town
where your friends could kill me...

Where the police couldn't tie my
death in with Paradine's disappearance.

You blew your
assignment, Ferguson.

Don't let that shake you.

You were a marked man
the minute they gave it to you.

You're marked for
death, Ferguson.

Let him go.

Ferguson.

Paradine... me...

and then you.

I gave an occasional progress
report on our part of the missile system.

But only by telephone.

That's all there was
to it until the other day

when I was told to get
Joe Mannix out of town.

I had a ready-made
reason. Our...

Our trouble in St.
Louis was legitimate.

I'm not going to take
the blame for this alone.

I... I... I didn't know there
would be a death involved.

I didn't know
there'd be a murder.

Who told you to hire me?

Where did the call come from?

The university.

Mr. Mannix, you really
don't look well at all.

Are you sure there isn't something
else I can get you besides coffee?

No, no, this is fine.

What did you want
to see me about?

Well, we think we know
who killed Paradine.

The police are holding
Thomas Ferguson.

He's an executive for one of the
companies that manufacture Fishnet.

Fishnet?

Yeah. Paradine's microfilm.

You remember, don't you?

That's the top-priority
missile project.

Yes, of course. It's a product
from the university laboratory.

But I still insist that Paradine was not
qualified to work on anything so advanced.

Oh, he had one
great qualification.

He drove a laundry truck.

Made a pickup at the
university lab on Monday.

Hello. Crowson.

Oh, uh...

Yes, I'm aware of
that complication.

All right. Shortly.

Go on, Mr. Mannix.
You said laundry.

There's certainly nothing
very top secret about that.

It is when it's wrapped
around the microfilm camera

you dropped down
the towel chute.

That's how you got the film past all that
military security, isn't it, Professor?

You think I was involved?

With Paradine?

And Fishnet.

That's the project you were
working on, isn't it, Professor?

I mean, when you
weren't dispensing...

instant coffee and slow poison.

Mr. Mannix, you're not serious.

You tried to kill me.

That's serious.

That virus really hit
you very hard, didn't it?

First time I came here
looking for Geoffrey Paradine,

you insisted I have a cup of your
"world's worst coffee," as you put it.

Well, uh, I think you'd
better have a seat, Professor,

because you're about
to become very ill.

You see, the lab isolated
that poison you gave me,

and I just put
some in your coffee.

Now, if we're going to both
live, you'd better get that antidote.

If I knew about a mysterious
lifesaving antidote, and I do not,

going for it now would be an
admission of guilt, Mr. Mannix.

You're bluffing,
Professor. You're bluffing.

You'd better get that antidote.

You haven't got long to live.

I've got at least another day.

It's you who haven't
much longer to live.

And while your last few precious
moments are ticking away,

you're just standing there
listening to them tick, tick, tick,

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

You won't be
needing that, Doctor.

Hi.

Hi.

Next time, stick
to my coffee, huh?

I'd rather be dead.

We still should have
pulled Crowson in.

What if your bluff
hadn't worked?

You only had a
couple of minutes left.

But I'm here.

Either way, Art, it
would have been too late.

You were lucky, Mr. Mannix.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Joe, what is it?

I just remembered
about the mouse.