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For the lady's husband?

How much?

15 American dollars.

Genuine Himalayan llama.

Smuggled into Hong
Kong in belly of shark.

Sounds fishy.
I'll take it for ten.

- Twelve?
- Eleven.

I wrap it up.

Thank you, lady.

Lady?

Thank you.

I know.

Yes, yes, I know.

I know, Mae, darling,

but I told you, I'll
make it all up to you.

Just give me a little time to...

Hello? Hello?

Who is she, Mart?

She?

On the phone. The
one you called "darling".

It isn't another woman, Ellen.

Not this time.

Of course not.

Ellen, listen...

I did listen to you.

I heard you say you wanted to
give our marriage another chance.

Mart, that's the
only reason I'm here.

Honey, you have
got to believe me.

That was a business call.

Please, Mart, no more lies.

All right, all right.
Believe what you like.

I'll pack your things.

Mart?

I'm sending you home.

You...

Well, you just can't
stay here, Ellen.

What are you talking about?

Look, it's something
I can't explain.

I, uh...

I got in the wrong kind of deal
with the wrong kind of people,

and, well, I really blew it.

Got myself in a jam, and
there's simply no way out.

Of course there's a
way out. We'll find a way.

Look, Ellen, don't
you understand?

I'm contagious, fatal.

As long as I'm alive,
you're in danger!

Danger? Mart, do you think

I'd really run away from you
just because I was in danger?

Just tell me what it is.

We'll go to the police, or...

Ellen, you're making
things terribly difficult.

Mart, I'm not leaving you.

Whatever it is,
we'll face it together.

All right.

All right, darling, your way.

I'll think of something.

Just give me a little time.

Mart?

Ohh!

Reverend, thank
you for everything.

Would you like me to
come home with you?

Thanks, Vic.

I'm all right, really.

Well, if there's anything you
need, Ellen, and I mean anything...

You've done more
than enough already.

Time I start doing a
few things for myself.

Have you made any plans?

First, I'd better start
looking for a job.

There may be an
opening at the airline.

Would you like me
to check it out for you?

You're very sweet,
Vic. Thank you.

Vic?

Don't make it obvious, Vic,

but that man standing
over there by the chapel...

Did you ever see him before?

What man?

He was standing there.

I saw him.

Are you sure it was the
same man, Mrs. Gray?

Positive.

He must have followed me
all the way from Hong Kong.

Please sit down.

Can you describe him?

Thin, dark, Oriental.

And he seems to be
everywhere, Mr. Mannix.

How did your husband die?

He...

He, um...

Shot himself.

Four days ago in Hong Kong.

He was in some kind of trouble.

But he wouldn't
tell me about it.

Was he working in Hong Kong?

He was looking for
a job with an airline,

but hadn't found
anything steady.

I'd never seen him
so upset, so frightened.

It wasn't like
Mart at all. He...

He'd been an Air
Force pilot, a major,

won medals for bravery.

In Vietnam?

How long had he
been in Hong Kong?

A few months, I guess.

You guess?

I believe he went there
right after he was discharged.

But you're not sure.

I just joined him last week.
Before he could send for me,

he had to find a
house and get settled.

Mrs. Gray, I can't help
you unless I know the truth.

All right, Mr. Mannix.

Our marriage wasn't
exactly made in heaven.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

If it's the truth, yes.

The war kept us apart.

And we made
mistakes, both of us.

Created childish
stupid little problems.

But I loved my
husband very much.

I wanted our marriage to work.

And he didn't?

I think he tried.

When he called me to tell me to
take the next plane to Hong Kong,

it was like starting
all over again.

Wild and crazy, wonderful.

Like it used to be.

Those few days we had,

they were more than
just a second honeymoon.

They...

Mrs. Gray, I'm sorry.

Peggy, could you
come in here a minute?

Silly, isn't it.

As if weeping does any good.

Mrs. Gray, your husband's
personal belongings...

Are they still in Hong Kong?

No, I brought them home with me.

- Could I see them?
- If you like.

Peggy I'd like a
complete rundown

on Mrs. Gray's husband,
Major Mart Gray, U.S. Air Force.

Released from the service when?

Four or five months ago.

Where was he
stationed, Mrs. Gray?

Vietnam. Near Saigon.

I'll get on it right away.

I'm so glad you're taking
the case, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I have an
investment in it.

My handkerchief.

That's strange.

The door was locked when I left.

You stay right here.

Hold it!

Vic!

Ellen, who is this guy?

It's all right, Vic.

Mr. Mannix is a
private investigator.

What's he investigating?

Among other things, how
you got into this house.

The door was open
when I got here.

- When was that?
- Just a few minutes ago.

When Ellen didn't answer, I got worried
and came in to see if she was all right.

Look, I could use a
drink. Anyone joining me?

Mr. Mannix?

No, thanks.

Vic's the best friend I have.

A very good friend.

Then you won't mind
answering a few questions.

About what?

Mart Gray. How well
did you know him?

About as well as any
man alive, I guess.

Mart and I flew
together in Vietnam.

We both got out of the Air
Force about the same time.

Mart went to Hong
Kong. I came home.

Why did he choose Hong Kong?

He had some business
offers, I believe.

What kind of offers?

He never talked about them.

Mr. Stanley came to Hong Kong

and took care of all the
arrangements for me.

The police reports,
immigration, everything.

I'd have been lost without him.

Did you know that
Mart was in trouble?

Not until Ellen told me.

It really shook me up, too.

I mean, Mart was always a
patsy for the easy buck, but...

Well, I never thought
he'd pull anything crooked.

What makes you
think it was crooked?

Oh, come on, Mannix,
what else could it be?

Did you mention that to
the Hong Kong police?

Well... no. I never
got around to it, but I...

Your friend committed suicide,

his wife is followed
and probably in danger,

and you never got
around to mentioning it?

Now, look, Mannix.
You're really jumping...

Look!

- Did you get the number?
- Yeah.

X37203.

Sure, it's my cab.
What about it?

I'd like a little information.

You picked up a fare at the
Fashion Garden Apartments

about 2:30 this afternoon.

Your passenger was
an Oriental gentleman.

Can't help you, pal.

In a very large hurry.

Here, look. 2:30...
I was at the airport.

Looks like you've
erased a few entries.

So I'm a lousy speller.

- Just a minute - Listen...

I gotta punch out. I
promised the wife I'd be home.

Call her. Tell her to meet
you at police headquarters.

Hey.

Yeah, maybe I did make a
quick stop in that neighborhood.

You know, between fares.

Quick stop?

You were waiting there for him.

Okay, I waited.

A guy pays me, I
wait. What's so terrible?

Where'd you take him?

Listen, I never saw the
guy before. What's he done?

Where did you take him?

McFadden Street. The Tula Hotel.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for an Oriental
gentleman, a friend of mine.

Just in from Hong Kong.

Oh yeah, Mr. Biem. 204.

Thank you.

Say, what are you do...

What happened here?

He's dead.

That's... That's not...

That's not Mr. Biem.

Philippe Boulez.

French citizen.

Arrived here from Hong Kong...

the 19th, three days ago.

You see, him and
Mr. Biem shared this room.

All right. Thanks very
much. That will be all.

Yes, sir.

What do you know
about the dead man, Joe?

Nothing.

Never heard of him before today.

What brought you here?

I'm working on a case.

I was looking for Biem.

With what in mind?

Well, he's been
following a client of mine

all the way from Hong Kong.
I was hired to find out why.

Any idea what's going on?

No. But whatever
it is, it's big.

So big, people can't
even face up to it.

My client's husband
committed suicide in Hong Kong.

Now Biem's roommate,
also from Hong Kong.

Well, I think I'd like to talk
to that client of yours, Joe.

She doesn't know any more
than I just told you, Adam.

Why don't you let me be
the judge of that, huh, Joe?

I want her at headquarters
tomorrow morning, first thing.

Yeah.

Morning, Mannix. Come on in.

Thank you.

Make yourself comfortable.

Hey, Ellen, your
friend Mannix is here.

I'll be right down.

It's not what you think, Mannix.

After that little
incident yesterday,

I didn't think that
Ellen should be alone.

Very thoughtful.

Well, I've go to be going.

I've got to get out to the
airport and check in. Paperwork.

I'm taking one of those
new birds to Europe tonight.

Bye, Ellen. I'll be calling you.

Bye, Vic. Thanks for staying.

Now, you take good care of her.

Hi, Mr. Mannix. Care to
join me for some coffee?

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Gray.

Lieutenant Tobias would like to
see you down at police headquarters.

Why?

Oh, routine questions.

A man named Philippe Boulez
was found dead yesterday.

An apparent suicide.
Did you know him?

No. I don't recall.

What does that
have to do with me?

Well, he shared a
room with Nguyen Biem.

That's the man who's
been following you.

What does all this
mean, Mr. Mannix?

What do they want with me?

I don't know.

But whatever it is,
you must be the key.

Now, is there anything...
anything... That you haven't told me?

Did you bring anything
with you from Hong Kong?

No, nothing.

There's really nothing
I can tell the police.

I think we'd better go down and
talk to Lieutenant Tobias anyway.

They may have come
up with something.

All right.

How long have you
known Vic Stanley?

Four or five years.

He and Mart went through
flight school together.

Has he ever been married?

Vic? No.

He's the perennial bachelor.

Always available for that extra
girl, or a fourth at bridge, you know?

Duck!

- You all right?
- Fine.

Guess we'd better find
you a safe place to stay.

You know, it's funny.

I was born and
raised in Los Angeles.

One of the few.

But I've never been to
Malibu Colony before.

Well, I'm sure you'll be safe
here. There's a guard at the gate,

and there's a security
patrol that comes by regularly.

You're sure your friend
won't mind my staying here?

No.

He's in Europe for the month,
and he's given me the key.

What about Lieutenant Tobias?

He's expecting me, isn't he?

Well, he'll just have to muddle
through without you for a while.

- Hi.
- Hi, Peggy.

I've got some more
stuff out by the front door.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Why don't you go on in the
house. I'll give her a hand.

Any idea who took those shots?

An idea.

But no proof.

- Hi, Mrs. Gray.
- Hi.

Now, Peggy will be
staying here with you, Ellen.

Remember, stay close to the
house. No phone calls, no visitors.

Right.

Oh, I brought you some things.

And I stopped by the supermarket
so that we wouldn't starve.

- I'll check with you later.
- Okay, Joe.

I hope you like hamburgers.

I love them.

Peggy? Did you get that
information on Major Gray yet?

Yes. He was separated from
the service officially March 18th,

at his own request,

then took a job as a
civilian pilot in Saigon.

Saigon? But he didn't
say a word about that.

- What airline?
- The report didn't go that far.

I can't understand why Mart
didn't say anything about it.

It seems to me Vic
Stanley would have known.

Then why didn't
he mention it to me?

Because I didn't want to
get involved, that's why.

I've got a flash
for you, Stanley.

If you know what Mart Gray
was doing, you are involved.

Look, Mannix, I've got a flight that
leaves here in less than 30 minutes.

I really don't have
time for all this.

And besides, I've told
you everything I know.

Your friend, Mart Gray is dead.

Would you like to be
responsible for Ellen's death?

And just what is that
supposed to mean?

She was almost killed
this morning. So was I.

Next time she may
not be that lucky.

So, if you've got something to say,
you'd better start saying it right now.

What do you want to know?

Mart took a job as a pilot
in Saigon. Who hired him?

The Oriental that
broke into Ellen's house.

Nguyen Biem?

- He was one of them.
- Any others?

Well, there was some
American entertainers...

- and a Frenchman.
- Philippe Boulez?

Well, he was found dead in
Biem's hotel room yesterday.

They ran a small
charter service.

Lotus Airways.

They shipped black market
goods all over the world.

Mart was the pilot?

He was an angle
kind of guy, Mart.

Money, women...
That's all he cared about.

Ellen doesn't know it yet,
but she's better off without him.

You seem to know quite a
bit about what was going on.

Yeah, he wanted to
cut me in on the action,

but I wasn't buying any of that.

Why? Scruples?

No. I knew if Mart was
involved, how it would wind up.

And I knew that Ellen
would find out sooner or later.

Well, for a confirmed bachelor, you
seem very concerned about Mrs. Gray.

Is that some sort of crime?

Are you in love with her?

I'm sure she's not
paying you to find that out.

Stanley.

This Lotus Airways...
Is that a local office?

On Imperial, by the old airport.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

You still claim it
was self-defense?

Well, I shot at Biem
after he shot at me.

- With this gun?
- Right.

Then you're a lousy shot, Joe.

What are you talking about?

Ballistics report.
Your gun is a .38.

Biem was killed with a .45, the
same gun we found in his hand.

Another suicide?

Well, medical report says no.

He was shot from a
distance of at least three feet.

Then he must have been
killed before I got there.

Well, the way I see it is...

the killer was wearing the
mask when you walked in.

Then, after you shot at him,
he put the mask on Biem,

who was already dead,
and then he took off.

Probably the same guy that shot at
Ellen Gray and me outside her house.

Well, you didn't
tell me that, Joe.

I was going to, Adam, as soon
as I made sure she was safe.

Now everything looks different.

I think he was
shooting at me all along.

- He tried again tonight.
- Why you?

I guess because,
uh, I'm digging.

Joe?

I still want to see
that client of yours.

She doesn't know anything, Adam.

Not that she can
remember anyway.

But if she does think of
anything, you'll be the first to know.

Thanks.

Oh, if you hear any
loud sounds, duck.

Thanks.

Well, everything okay?

So okay we were
beginning to feel unwanted.

We're just having a snack.

Can I get you something?

Well, I'll have a
long cold drink, huh?

Coming up.

You look upset.

There's been another murder.

Our Oriental friend this time.

He and Boulez and a few others

operated a black market ring.

That could have
something to do with it.

Your husband
worked as their pilot.

Mart?

Mm.

Where did you learn that?

From Vic Stanley.

What else did he tell you?

Well, he said that Mart
had two major interests...

Money and women.

Not necessarily in that order.

Is that true?

Mart was one of those
men who never grew up.

Constantly trying to prove something
to himself, and to everyone else.

I told you our marriage
wasn't made in heaven.

That was the reason.

The only reason?

What do you mean?

I was thinking of
you and Vic Stanley.

Look, I never claimed
the Miss Purity title,

but at least I tried to treat our
marriage with a little respect.

That's more than Mart ever did.

After a while, I
just stopped trying.

And Vic was there with
all the necessary sympathy.

Yes, Vic was there.

My husband was never there.

Mart was busy with other
women right up to the bitter end.

What about those "crazy, wild,
wonderful" days in Hong Kong?

I don't quite
understand that myself.

I thought we'd started
a whole new life.

I was ready to
forget the past...

All the lies, deception.

Stupid little ways
we'd hurt each other.

Then I came home
from shopping that day...

that last day

I know.

Yes, yes, I know.

I know, Mae, darling.

But I told you I'll
make it all up to you.

He was talking on the phone...

to a woman, naturally.

When was that?

Just before he...

Mart denied it, of course.

He insisted it was
a business call.

But he didn't usually address his
business colleagues as "darling."

Do you have any idea
who the woman was?

All I heard was "Mae, darling."

"Nobody Here But The Blues".

Mae Darling. That's who you
were talking about, wasn't it?

Yeah, that's right,
Peggy. Go on.

That was her big record.

Mae Darling?

Yeah. The blues singer, right?

She had some big
hits a few years ago.

Wait a minute.

Biem and Boulez, they were partners
with some American entertainers.

The Los Angeles area, please.

Do you have a listing
for a Mae Darling?

Help you?

Yes, I'm looking
for Miss Darling.

She's terribly busy right now.

What sort of an act do you do?

- It's a personal matter.
- Oh.

One moment.

Miss Darling, there's a
gentleman wants to speak to you.

Says it's personal.

Okay.

All right, doll, thanks
a lot. We'll be in touch.

That's it for today, kids.
Come back tomorrow, 10 a.m.

Do you want to see me?

- Miss Darling?
- Yeah.

I'm Joe Mannix. I'm investigating
the death of Mart Gray.

Death? Sounds
like a real bummer.

How'd it happen?

Suicide, apparently. A
few days ago in Hong Kong.

I understand you knew him.

Well, more or less.
We met in Saigon.

I book shows over there,
you know. For the servicemen.

Believe me, it's a lot
easier than singing in them.

When did you last see him?

Oh, a few months ago.

The last time I was in Saigon.

Listen, doll, I got some
people waiting for me.

Miss Darling, he was heard
talking to you on the telephone

just before he died.

Are you kidding?

What would he want
to talk to me about?

I wasn't his type.

Listen, I'd love to
schmooze with you,

but I've got a
room full of people.

- Miss Darling.
- Some other time, okay?

What happened?

She's been shot.
Quick, get an ambulance.

Only a few minutes, please.

Miss Darling?

Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Tobias
of the Homicide Division.

Do you have any
idea who shot you?

Miss Darling, I'm sorry to have
to ask you these questions now,

but they're important.

Did you know a man
named Nguyen Biem?

Philippe Boulez?

Yes.

Can you tell us
how you met them?

Business.

In Saigon.

What kind of business?

It was a black market
operation, wasn't it?

How was Mart Gray involved?

He was our courier.

He flew money to Switzerland.

Secret accounts.

That's why he resigned
his commission,

so he could get in on the gravy.

He... He double-crossed us.

How?

Last trip...

he withdrew our entire account.

$5 million.

5 million?

We traced him.

Found him in Hong Kong.

He knew what
would happen to him.

That's why he killed himself.

And now somebody else
is after the money. Is that it?

Miss Darling, can
you tell us who it is?

Miss Darling?

Ellen?

Anybody home?

Ellen?

I thought you had a
flight to Europe last night.

It was canceled.

You know, Ellen shouldn't
leave the door open like that.

Where is she, anyway?

Alive and well.

Mannix, will you please
answer my question?

Not until you
answer a few of mine.

First of all, how do
you really know so much

about Mart Gray's
activities in Saigon?

I was his closest friend. He
confided in me. I told you that.

Did he know his closest
friend was romancing his wife?

Now, where'd you get that idea?

That's not difficult
to figure out.

Any relationship between Ellen
and me ended a long time ago.

Her choice, or yours?

Look, she knew all of Mart's
faults, but she loved him anyway.

Now, if she paid any
attention to me at all,

it was just out of desperation.

It was her way of
striking back at him,

her own lopsided
form of vengeance.

And you were willing to take
her, even on those terms?

On any terms, Mannix.

Sounds futile, doesn't it?

You see, I feel toward her
the way she felt toward Mart.

Is that why you killed him?

Wait just a minute.
You don't think that...

- Or was it the money?
- What money?

Well, you couldn't have his wife,
so you settled for the $5 million.

Mannix, what the devil
are you talking about?

You were conveniently in Hong
Kong when Ellen needed help.

She phoned me...

You took care of all the arrangements,
including, I imagine, sealing the coffin.

Of course I sealed it.

If you'd seen how he shot
himself, you'd have sealed it, too.

He used a shotgun.

Yeah.

Disinterment?

But why?

There's a good reason
for it, Mrs. Gray. Trust me.

But...

But to open Mart's grave...

I know how it must
upset you, but, uh...

we have to make sure
he wasn't murdered.

I told you how it happened.

It couldn't have been murder.
Even the police called it suicide.

The Hong Kong police
can make mistakes, too.

Joe is right, Ellen.

If nothing else, this
should remove any doubts.

Do I have to sign this?

We can't open the coffin
without your permission.

I don't know.

Well, why don't you
think about it, Mrs. Gray?

I'll stop by in the morning

- Peggy.
- I'll be right back.

Joe, do you really think
her husband was murdered?

I'm not sure, but I think
we're about to find out.

News of the disinterment
was in the evening papers.

The man's got to
act, and act fast.

You mean come pay us a visit?

Well, he's gonna sure try.

And the bait is Mrs. Gray.

I don't know of any other way
to flush him out into the open.

Where will you
be if we need you?

I'll be close by,
troops right behind me.

Okay?

I'll do my best.

Keep your eyes open, Peggy,

and don't let Ellen
alone for a minute.

Yes, yes, I know.

I know Mae Darling.

But I told you I'll
make it all up to you.

Just give me a little time to...

Look, it's something
I can't explain. I, uh...

I got in the wrong kind of deal
with the wrong kind of people, and...

Ellen, don't you understand?

I'm contagious, fatal.

As long as I'm alive,
you're in danger.

Hello, Ellen.

Mart!

Relax.

Ghosts only happen in stories.

It's me, all right.

You're not going to sign this,
are you? Let them dig me up?

How, Mart? How did you...

Come back to life?

It's very simple.

I never died.

But I... I saw you in the study.

You saw a broken down
wino who looked like me.

I added the watch,
the I.D. bracelet,

and the clothes to
complete the picture.

You killed him?

A useless bum.
Nobody would miss him.

At least his death
served a purpose.

Ellen, I want you to
tell your friend Mannix

that you tore up the
disinterment order.

Tell him it was too ghoulish.

You just couldn't
bear the thought of it.

They can't do anything
without your permission.

And when enough time's gone by,

you can request that they move the
coffin to a cemetery in my hometown,

and that'll give us a chance
to open it up together.

Open it?

What for?

The money.

There's $5 million
sealed up in that box.

That's why you called me and
told me to come to Hong Kong,

and you needed
me so desperately.

All that talk about
a new life together.

That was just so I could bring
back your coffin full of money.

And Vic thought the coffin
had to be sealed because...

Because no one could
bear to look at me.

It worked perfectly.

A modest bribe to the old Chinese
who owned the coffin house,

and the switch was made.

A man without a future
for a box filled with one.

Ellen.

All those promises I
made can still come true.

We can enjoy the
money, live a rich life.

- Just the two of us.
- No.

I spent a lot of
time setting this up,

killed a lot of people,
including myself.

- I don't intend to let you...
- Peggy!

She can't help you.

I don't really need you, Ellen.

You know, once I get the
money out of that coffin,

there'll be plenty of room in it
for you, unless you do as I say.

Hold it, Gray! Drop the gun!

Now back off.

Are you all right, Ellen?

I'm all right.

Well, I knew I'd
been followed here,

but you I wasn't expecting.

Where's Peggy?

I don't know. She
didn't come back.

What have you done with her?

Find out for yourself.

Ellen, check out front.

Ohh!

Stop it or I'll shoot!

Stop it, Mart, or I'll shoot!

Don't be a fool, Ellen.

That won't do any good.

Come on, give it to me.

All I wanted...

All I ever wanted was your love.

Ellen, listen to me.

I've listened to
you for the last time.

Ellen, don't do it.

Don't do it, Ellen.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Take care of Peggy.

The police will be
here any minute.