All language subtitles for Mannix S04E15 What Happened to Sunday.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

Let's get out of here.

♪♪

How do you feel, Joe?

I don't know.

Oh, yes I do.

Like an earthquake hit me.

Either that or...

Or a steamroller ran over me.

You had a bad fall.

What?

From a bridge.

It's a wonder
you're still alive.

Bridge?

Can I come in?

Hi, Lieutenant.

Well, you don't look too bad.

Joe, I hate to rush
you at a time like this,

but I'd like a description
of the hoods in those cars.

A newsboy saw them.

Morrie, just take it easy, huh?

Now what's with these questions.

I haven't got the slightest
idea what you're talking about.

I don't think he
remembers, Lieutenant.

Joe, some guys in cars
were playing hockey

and using you for the puck
and you can't remember?

The last thing I remember
is I got up to go out

and look for a place
for Sunday brunch.

Well, you didn't come back.

Aw, come on.

He's right, Joe.

Your bed hasn't been sleep in
and your car's not in the garage.

And they're still
looking for it.

Why should my bed be slept in?

I couldn't have been gone
for more than a couple hours.

More like 24 hours.

Joe.

Today is Monday.

Monday.

Well, what happened to Sunday?

Sunday's buried
somewhere in there, Joe.

When your brain was jolted
against the casing of your skull

some of the cells were roughed up
and the information stored in them,

what we call memory, was lost.

But why just Sunday?
Why only the last 24 hours?

I can't give you the answer to
that, but it's not at all unusual.

Happens all the time in sports.

Take football.

A player can suffer a mild concussion
and stay in there until the final gun

and never know
he was in the game.

Doc, somebody tried to kill
me and I don't know who or why

or when they'll try again.

But this is no football game.

It's a matter of survival.

I have to remember.

Maybe you will.

Maybe the missing pieces
will drift home to your brain

and you'll get back
that 24 hours you lost.

A gas receipt.

Mm-hmm. Dated yesterday.

So you probably
drove around a bit.

Oh, and this was in your wallet.

Yeah.

- Whoever drew it is pretty good.
- Yeah.

Look, Peggy, restaurants
sometimes hire caricaturists.

See if you can run
down this place mat, huh?

Right.

Joe, what's the matter?

I'm not sure.

I seem to remember other
caricatures in the same style.

Celebrities.

You probably saw them
in a magazine somewhere.

Among them J. Lester Vail.

What connection could there be
between Vail and what happened to you?

Vail heads up a
committee of businessmen

who have been trying to keep hood
money out of legitimate enterprises.

And I know Lester Vail.

Personally?

I've raced against him.

Hey, you got a drink, Jerry.

Hey, Joe!

Why aren't you racing today?

I kind of miss you trying
to run me up the wall.

Well, next time, Les.

Say tell me, was I
with you, yesterday?

Don't you know?

Uh, it seems I drew a blank.

Well, I wish I had been
there. Sounds like fun.

But no, huh?

No. I just got in this morning. I've
been in Palm Springs for the past week.

Listen, if I can help you
out though, let me know.

Thanks, Les. Luck!

Okay, Mr. Vail, good luck!

Mr. Mannix' office.

Hi, Joe. Any luck?

Well, mine's been better.

I traced that place mat.

It came from a place
called The Monkey Bar.

Bloody Mary, right?

Right.

And heavy on the tabasco.

Hey, not bad.

Forty years tending bar... Matching
drinks and faces comes easy.

Then I guess you'd remember that
I was in here for brunch yesterday.

Sure.

Alone?

You're putting me on.

No, no.

Aw, come on.

Let's just say that we're
testing your memory for faces.

Well, uh...

You were sitting right there
with this middle-age fellow.

He was scotch rocks.

And two ladies.

The blonde was a whiskey sour

and your girl... your girl had the
most beautiful reddish brown hair

just about the same
color as her drink.

Manhattan. Two cherries.

Go on.

Well, the scotch rocks and
whiskey sour left after a while.

But the Manhattan and
the Bloody Mary lingered on.

And on and on.

Just like the old song.

What's the matter?
Too much tabasco?

Huh? Oh, no, no no.

It's fine.

Listen, do you recall if I came
in with the lady with red hair?

No. You were sitting
alone at the bar

and the blonde called you over
to introduce you to the others.

Would you happen
to know their names?

I'm sorry.

Ever see them before?

No.

Uh, who was waiting on us?

Well, now that would
have been Carol.

But weekdays she
works the dinner shift.

Well when she comes in,

would you have
her give me a call?

Sure. My pleasure.

Thanks.

Do you always put the license
number on the parking stubs?

Yeah, it saves
arguments with drunks.

Do you still have the
parking stubs from yesterday?

Sure.

They're right
here in the drawer.

How many, Joe?

43, including mine.

Check them out with the DMV.

I want the name of everyone
who parked there yesterday.

Okay.

Oh, a girl named Billie called.

Billie?

Billie.

No bells.

What did she want?

She didn't say.

But she said you'd know.

Oh, great.

You're supposed to meet her at
a place called The Beauty Parlor.

The Beauty Parlor.

It's not a place where
you get your hair done.

I know, Peggy.

Hi, lover.

Hi.

My usual, honey.

Scotch and water
for the boyfriend.

With a lemon twist.

How are you, huh?

Well, I'm breathing.

Hey, that's good.

Me, I'm panting.

You know this smog
is something else.

You do things to me, Mister.

Okay, I know the
feeling's not mutual.

Oh, wait a minute.
Don't sell yourself short.

Joe, what do I get if I tell
you what you want to know?

What's that?

His name?

Whose?

The guy you followed
in here last night.

Oh, him.

Oh, him?

Maybe it's not important now, but
you were sure bugging everybody.

Oh, incidentally, you don't
have to worry about the damage.

I convinced the
manager you didn't start it.

I bet that creep is
still counting his teeth.

The only edge he had
on you was running.

He was out of sight
before you got to the door.

Anyway, what do I get?

You name it.

Maybe you'll take me
out to dinner some night.

It's a date.

Hmm. Well, I asked around.

The guy's name is Ted King.

Ted King.

Well, what does he do?

That's all I could
find out was his name.

Well, thanks,
Billie. I got to run.

You'll call me?

That's a promise.

The old Princess Louise

carried a great-uncle of mine
to the Orient and back 17 times.

He was one of the world's great
authorities on Japanese culture.

Especially geisha girls.

Just hear me out,
will you Morrie?

Now I met this girl, now
don't ask me her name.

I don't know it.

Anyway, we spent
most of Sunday together.

Somewhere along the way, we
stopped and danced at a place

that was directly across where
the Princess Louise is docked.

And that night
somebody killed her.

Why?

I don't know why.

Maybe they were after
me and she got in the way.

Anyway, they threw her off of
some high place, and I saw it.

Okay, where's the body?

Morrie, it happened.

A high place.

A cliff, a building, what?

Uh, I seem to
remember a balcony.

Joe, if anyone falls from
a high place they get hurt.

And if anyone gets
hurt, we get a report on it.

We haven't.

And no report on any
murder yesterday, either.

Well, you got one, mine.

Okay, okay.

Well, what about that character I
tangled with at the Beauty Parlor?

Ted King. What
have you got on him?

Look, Joe, what worries me is these guys
who want to use your body for a drag strip.

Why don't you get
out of town for a while?

No.

We can't guard you
around the clock.

Don't worry about
it. I'll take care of it.

Peggy, talk some
sense into that thick skull.

Yes. She'll do that.

While you're getting
a make on Ted King.

Mr. Mannix' office.

Speaking.

It's Long Beach
Chamber of Commerce.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

There's only one place in the harbor
district that has dancing Sunday night.

It's a place called
the Sea Breeze.

And it's right across
from the Princess Louise.

We're closed Mondays, Mister.

Yeah, I know. I know.

The old Princess Louise

carried a great-uncle of mine
to the Orient and back 17 times.

He was one of the world's great
authorities on Japanese culture.

Especially geisha girls.

It's nice to dance with a
man who's light on his feet.

Was Jack that bad?

Jack? Oh, Jack
doesn't dance at all.

Except maybe with joy when
the stock market goes up.

What's with this character
Jack you keep mentioning.

Who is he?

He's not important anymore.

Now that I will drink to.

Is this the works?

All the people that parked at
the Monkey Bar lot yesterday.

There's not a name
on there I recognize.

Maybe the people you had
lunch with came in a cab.

Well, that's a possibility.

Try and check that out with the
parking attendant, will you, Peggy?

Right. What about
the gas receipt?

Yeah, that's my handwriting.

Do you remember me?

You know we get a lot
of people in this station.

Well, I may have
had a lady with me.

I wasn't in this car. I was
in a dark-green convertible.

Wait a minute.

This lady had reddish hair?

Right.

Sure. I remember. We were
kind of jammed up that day.

Yeah, you took the lady for a
walk over the park over there.

Uh, fill it up with high-test

and check under the
hood will you, please?

Right.

Thanks.

Would anyone mind
if I took just one?

Joe, the camera.

That man over there.

Let's get back to the car.

Say, when the lady and I returned
from the park, was she upset?

Now that you mention
it, she was kind of uptight.

Did she say anything?

Well, I was running your card
through the credit machine.

So I didn't get it all

but the part that I did
get was kind of oddball.

Yeah, she said something
about he wasn't spying on you Joe.

He was spying on me.

Spying? You're sure
she used that word?

Sure. It's not the kind of word
you hear every day pumping gas.

His name is Hayward.
Thomas Hayward.

Ring a bell?

Hayward.

Yeah, he's the newspaperman
who did a series about the Syndicate

trying to muscle in
on legitimate business.

Why?

He flew into L.A. from
New York last Tuesday.

The newspaper chain he works
for said he had a 7:30 appointment

to interview J. Lester Vail at
Vail's house in Benedict Canyon.

Vail never showed up.

Well, somebody got
their wires crossed.

Vail was in Palm
Springs all last week.

- How do you know?
- He told me.

Well, anyway, Hayward went
right from the airport to Vail's house.

And when they told him
Vail wasn't there, he left.

He hasn't been seen since. He
never even checked into his hotel.

Why did Hayward want
to see Vail in particular?

Well, it's my guess Hayward
wanted to write about

Vail's own campaign
against the Syndicate.

But maybe the boys
figured he did see Vail

and learned something
they didn't want published.

That could be why
he's among the missing.

- That's possible.
- Now where do I fit in?

Well, you tell me.

Maybe in your wanderings around
yesterday you found out something.

It makes sense.

The Syndicate wouldn't try to
kill you without some good reason.

We're not even sure
it was the Syndicate.

Oh, yes we are.

I got a make on that Ted King guy
you roughed up at the Beauty Parlor.

His real name is Ted Kinsella.

He's a Syndicate contract man.

Well, if I get any ideas about Thomas
Hayward, Morrie, I'll let you know.

Well, hold it, Joe.
We found your car.

Where?

1600 block on Dwyer.

Where is it now?

You can pick it up downstairs.

Thanks, Morrie.

Police department.

Lieutenant Straus, please.

Morrie, I found the house.

Yeah, the one with the balcony.

Her name's Vera Rawlins. She
works for a magazine called Metropolis.

Vera.

Now I remember.

Come on out to
the balcony, Morrie.

None of the neighbors heard
anything unusual last night.

And this is where
she was thrown over.

They must have
taken her body away.

I'll have the bright boys
examine the lawn for blood.

We got most of the
missing pieces now.

Joe, let's go over it again.

Someone introduced me
to Vera at the Monkey Bar.

Later we went for a ride.

Then we took a walk in that little
park near the VA in Westwood.

She said someone was spying
on her. Someone with a camera.

Then we came here.

She changed.

And then we went dancing at a place
in Long Beach called the Sea Breeze.

I brought her home.

I went down to my car, to leave.

When I spotted somebody
watching the house.

He took off. I tailed
him to the Beauty Parlor.

Lost him.

Ted Kinsella, alias Ted King.

I put out an APB on him.

Then I came back
here in time to see

two men throw Vera
over the balcony.

As I went up to her, three
or four hoods came after me.

I ran.

I got back to my car,
but they came after me.

I couldn't shake them.

I finally wound up on a dead-end
street on Dwyer and took off on foot.

You pretty much
know the rest of it.

Well, all right. Let's go.

I'll get the
fingerprint boys over.

Yeah, you go ahead, Morrie.

Okay. I'll see you later.

♪♪

Are you carrying a
torch for this Jack?

I never carried a
torch for any man.

But I might just decide to
light one if you disappear.

Vera Rawlins?

It's shocking.

Beautiful girl. Talented.

Is there any evidence
it was the Syndicate?

No, no, no, no real
evidence, but the police

are pretty sure
something will turn up.

Why would anyone
want to kill her?

Maybe because of you.

Because of me?

After all, to the Syndicate,
you're enemy number 1.

And she was pretty
close to you, wasn't she?

Maybe even part of your
campaign against them?

Oh, you're way off base, Joe.

I hardly knew her.

Oh, Les what does the J
stand for in J. Lester Vail?

John. Why?

Did she ever call you Jack?

She called me Mr. Vail.

Well, she was talking about some
guy named Jack she was seeing.

That wasn't you, was it?

Definitely not me.

I met her when Metropolis
Magazine was doing a profile on me.

She did the cover and
that was the end of it.

But you did take
her out to dinner?

Well, as a matter of fact I
did take her out once or twice.

I admired her talent.

I wanted her to work for
my advertising agency.

She wasn't interested.

It was strictly business.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Well, put it on 213.
Joe, it's for you.

You want to take it over there?

Hello.

Joe, I think we've
struck pay dirt.

Good what have you got?

Well, the waitress at the
Monkey Bar, Carol, she just called.

No. What's his address?

I got it. Thanks, Peggy.

I'll see you later.

Uh, Les.

I'm sorry if this sounded
like a cross-examination.

Oh, forget it, Joe.

If I can help the
offer still stands.

I'll see you, huh?

Send in Gerber.

I want you to hear this.

Hello.

Joe, I think we've
struck pay dirt.

Good. What have you got?

Well, the waitress
at the Monkey Bar,

Carol, she just called.

The man you had brunch with
yesterday, Mr. Scotch Rocks,

well he paid the
check with a credit card.

His name's Johnson X. Chandler.

Know him?

No. What's his address?

1431 South Walden Drive.

1431 South Walden.

Darling, what a
wonderful surprise.

Come in. Come in. Come in.

Imagine, I was just this
second thinking about you.

And Johnson insists
there's nothing to ESP.

Why don't you just sit
yourself down and tell Mama

II the sinister things
that you've been up to.

Hey, the sun's over the yardarm.

What would you like?

- Oh, nothing for me, thanks.
- Mind if I do?

No, not at all.

Gloria James.

How delightfully Freudian.

Since just yesterday you learned

that I'm now the third
Mrs. Johnson X. Chandler.

That means
subconsciously you still care.

San Francisco. 1966.

Baby doll, we hashed that all over
yesterday when I was playing matchmaker.

Which brings me to
the burning question...

What did you do to
poor little Vera, you rake?

Well, I was hoping that
maybe you could tell me.

Well, all I know is she phoned me
late last night after you took her home.

That, my sweet, was
a mighty upset girl.

Tell me more.

Well she asked if she could
use Hideaway for a few days.

She said that things were
kind of closing in on her

- and she wanted to get away for a while.
- Hideaway?

That's what Johnson calls
this little place we have.

It's our private decompression
chamber right in the middle of nowhere.

No phones, no
neighbors, nothing.

Just peace and quiet.

I thought Vera and I were getting
off to a pretty good start, didn't you?

Yes, until I got the
phone call from her.

I mean, at brunch she seemed
to like you very much if not more.

Then, suddenly, the
tears began to flow.

Oh, do you think maybe something I said...
Something she could have taken wrong.

No. it was something I said.

Oh, What?

Well, it really doesn't
make much sense.

All I said was that
you're a private detective.

Now, in my book that
isn't exactly sordid.

I mean, there was
a Sherlock Holmes.

It isn't as if you were a
tax collector or a skip tracer.

And that's when
she began to cry.

Yes.

Then she said
something like, um...

Let me see, "Then he
must be spying on me, too."

Were you, Joe?

No, no. Then what?

Well, I tried to
dig a little deeper,

but then she said someone
was at the door and hung up.

At the door?

Joe, what is it?

What's wrong?

Mannix.

Joe, Lieutenant Straus called.

He wants you to know that they
found Thomas Hayward's body.

Where?

In 50 feet of
water off Catalina.

Two skin divers found him.

Okay. Well, tell Morrie
I'm on my way to Hideaway.

Hideaway? Where's that?

Right. I'll tell him.

Vera?

Vera, it's all right.

I've got to talk to you.

Call the boss.

She's there.

Dead.

Poor Janice.

Oh, Joe, it's horrible.

Who was she, Vera?

An old friend of mine.

We went to Art School together.

We were really close...
Always went around together.

People called us
the Bobbsey Twins.

Then she married an art
director at one of the studios

and we fell out of touch.

I didn't see her
again until last night.

She phoned me after
you dropped me home.

She was really shook.

Her marriage was on the rocks.

She wanted to come
by and stay the night.

So it was Janice who arrived when
you were on the phone with Gloria.

Yes, I had to hang up
on Gloria to let her in.

Anyway, had a little
heart-to-heart talk over a drink

and got misty-eyed
about the good old days.

And then I tucked her into
bed and left to come here.

Then it's obvious.

The men who killed Janice
thought they were killing you.

Who would want to kill me?

I don't know yet.

Who's Jack?

Vera, it's important
that I know.

J. Lester Vail.

He likes his friends
to call him Jack.

Why is it important?

A reporter named Thomas
Hayward was found dead today.

The last person to see him alive
was Vail's secretary at the house

in Benedict Canyon,
Tuesday night.

Tuesday night?

The story is that he had
an appointment with Vail.

Vail was in Palm
Springs all last week.

No, he wasn't. I saw
him on Tuesday night.

Where?

At his house.

There was something
I had to put a stop to.

Jack's an insufferably
jealous man.

I found out he'd hired a firm of
detectives to keep track of me.

What I was doing.
Who I was seeing.

That was why when Gloria told me
on the phone that you were a detective

I was upset.

I thought you were
working for Jack.

I should have known better.

Go on.

Well, anyway, Tuesday night,

about 8:30 I drove
up to the house.

I was going to tell him
to call off his watchdogs.

But just as I got there,

I saw him driving
out the back way.

Then you could
knock holes in his alibi.

Alibi for what?

My guess is he murdered
Thomas Hayward.

Except for a few
of his trusted staff,

you're the only one who could place
him in town at the time of the murder.

Joe, he knows I saw him there.

How?

That phone call last night,
when you were mixing the drinks,

it was Jack.

I told him I saw him
leaving the house.

That's why he
wanted to kill you.

Come on, Vera. We'd
better get back into town.

Vera, get down!

After this shot,
head for that bush.

Ready?

You're shot.

It's all right.

Head for those trees, Come on!

Quick, down there.
And stay out of sight.

Morrie, it's good to see you.

You all right?

- Yes.
- Let's go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How do you feel?

Well, I remember
everything this time.

I can't say it's much
of an improvement.

You luck into a
few cases like this,

maybe the hospital
will give you a fleet rate.

Hmm, tell me about
our friend J. Lester Vail.

All out in the open now.

Vail's campaign against the
Syndicate was only a smoke screen

to hide the fact that his whole
empire was financed by racket money.

I guess Hayward,
being a good reporter,

went to see Vail to give
him a chance to deny it.

Vail, seeing his little kingdom
going up in smoke, killed him.

It's a...

Hi, Joe.

I have a couple
of calls to make.

Are you all right?

Never better.

I talked to Lieutenant Straus.

He says you don't remember
much about our Sunday together.

I remember enough.

Joe.

Yeah.

Metropolis has offered me
an assignment in Europe.

My plane leaves tonight.

For how long?

Two months.

That's too long.

Will you keep a day open for me?

You name it.

I think I was falling in
love with you, Joe Mannix.

You can tell me again...

some Sunday.