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Open up. Police.

Open up in there!

Enough there to tempt
anyone, isn't there, Paul?

Let's go.

Don't move or
I'll have to shoot.

♪♪

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Frank, uh... Frank
Walker, right?

- Right.
- Uh, it's been a long time.

- How've you been?
- Okay.

Hey, is this what the
Chief called me about?

Yes, sir.

What are you looking for?

I, uh, I think Chief Yaring
would rather tell you that himself.

Oh.

Hey, why the block
in both directions?

Well, he could have someone
coming into town to help him.

He?

Like I said.

The Chief would
like to tell it himself.

Go on ahead. I'll call in and
tell him you're on the way.

Thanks, Frank.

All right, Carl, now what's
everybody being so cute about?

First you call me and ask me
to drive up here, on the double,

more than a hundred miles, Carl.

Then Frank Walker acts like he's been
entrusted with the formula for the Q bomb.

Simmer down, Joe.

Well?

Well, first of all, I would like to thank
you for getting me to hire Paul Parish.

I don't believe I ever did
properly thank you for that, did I?

You got me all the way up here
to make some gripe about Paul?

Something like that.

Well, taking him on got you
more favorable press coverage

than all your years on
the force put together.

Last year's newspaper is just
a blight on the ecology, Joe.

It's tomorrow's paper
I'm worried about.

Why?

A man was killed last night in a
rooming house on Wayburn Street.

A John Doe, according
to the newspapers,

because I told them I hadn't
made an identification. That's a lie.

The man's name
is Barney Showalter.

Showalter?

Paul Parish's cell
mate in San Quentin.

That's right.

And Barney Showalter just finished
serving his sentence three days ago.

Now, why would a big-time operator
like Showalter be in this town?

That's a good question.

Remember what he
was doing time for?

He heisted 150 grand
from an armored car.

And they're still
looking for the money.

Well, we may be
about to help him find it.

"I've found a fence who'll
pay fifty cents on the dollar.

Bring it to Number 8, 722 Wayburn,
and wait for me to get in touch."

Somebody found a fence for
that kind of hot money here?

And where'd you get the note?

Off Showalter's body.
It was in his wallet.

No address, no
signature. Just the note.

Here's that in enlargement.

Notice this line.

Check the t's and the e's.

Hmm.

Here's a report I found in
our files right here in the office.

It's obvious that they were
both typed on the same machine.

Here's the signature at
the bottom of the report.

Paul Parish.

You mean the note and the report
were both done on Paul's office typewriter.

Without a doubt.

Well, dozens of people could
have had access to that machine...

- Days, nights, weekends.
- Oh, sure.

Especially Paul, right?

Okay, so Showalter
was Paul's cell mate.

You found a note about the
hot money on Showalter's body,

and the note was typed on
Paul's typewriter. Now, is that it?

No, that's not it. I'm
just getting started.

When Paul ran, he
took the money with him.

You really think Paul killed
Showalter for that money?

Look, suppose Paul didn't think he
was going to have to kill Showalter.

Suppose he figured that he
could take all the money for himself

and Showalter couldn't
object because Paul was a cop,

only Showalter
didn't see it that way.

Come on, Carl, that's
a lot of supposing.

Joe, the bullet that killed
Showalter came from Paul's gun.

The slug we dug out of here
came from Showalter's gun...

and this shot came
from Showalter's gun, too.

And that's the gun you found
beside Showalter's body?

- That's right.
- Hmm.

You got a theory, Joe?
Because I would love to hear it.

Believe me, nobody in the world wishes
more than I do that Paul hadn't done this.

All that bragging I did about him to
the newspapers, that was on the level.

From the looks of things, the killing
just might have been self-defense, Carl.

Oh, no, no. Three years ago,
you talked me into believing

that Paul was just a
patsy on that holdup job,

- but this time I...
- I talked you into it?

Yeah.

All the evidence you
dug up, it made it seem

as though Paul didn't even know his
buddies had just committed a holdup.

Well, what about the
testimony of the holdup men

admitting that Paul didn't know he was
driving them from the scene of the crime?

Two years after the fact.

Besides, looking at it now,
what did they have to lose?

Especially since
he was their buddy.

So you've now managed to
talk yourself out of believing

that he was innocent
of that charge, huh?

No. Paul's done that for me.

You wanted to see me, Chief?

Yeah, Frank. Mr. Mannix
has some questions for you.

Yes, sir.

Frank, how did you
happen to be here last night?

A call on my car radio reporting
a prowler at this address.

The call came into our
switchboard. We relayed it to Frank.

He was the officer
cruising the area.

Did you talk to the caller?

Didn't leave his name.

We're questioning some of
the neighbors. We'll find him.

I understand that you
had a clear shot at Paul.

Yes, sir.

What stopped you from shooting?

They're friends, Joe.

Anyway, I was sure
he couldn't get away.

But by the time I got
outside, he was gone.

Hmm.

How much does Paul's wife know?

Helen doesn't know anything
except that he's missing.

Or if the does, she's more
likely to tell you than anyone.

That's why I called you.

No. No way.

Paul couldn't do
anything like that.

That's what I would have said,
Helen, but, after all, he was there.

He did run off with the money.

I'm just looking for
another explanation.

Explanation?

There was an explanation
last time, wasn't there?

But nobody would listen to him.

Not until he spent
two years in that cage.

Forgive me, Joe. I don't
mean to take it out on you.

So that's what it's all about,

those unmarked police
cars cruising by all day long,

making believe
they aren't looking.

They're looking for Paul.

I was beginning to think
that I was imagining things.

But can't you see, whatever
really happened there last night...

Can't you see how Paul
might panic and run?

The thought occurred to me.

Helen, I have to know something.

Were you and Paul
having money troubles?

Money?

Why, you do think he did it.

I think I should know everything
that might be used against him.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

There were a number of debts
when Paul got out of prison.

And they keep piling up.

But Paul wouldn't
kill for money.

What about Barney Showalter?

Paul ever mention him?

Yes, at first.

After all, they were
cell mates for two years.

But the way Paul feels
about being closed in.

Why, even as a kid, he used to camp
out for days at a time up in the hills,

all by himself, just to get away
from the walls and from people.

I just know he'd never
risk going back to prison.

That phone call he
received last night...

Try and remember, Helen.

Did you hear anything at all?

I mean, was anything
mentioned that might help us?

He just said, uh,
"police business."

He took his gun, and he left.

Police business that nobody at police
headquarters knows anything about.

Uh, Helen, what
about his mother?

Has Paul been seeing her?

Yeah.

How are things
between you and her?

As usual.

The only thing we
have in common is Paul.

And he's still a dutiful
son, and she's still...

Well, you remember Victoria.

Hmm.

She's not easy to forget.

There he is again.

Another policeman?

No.

I can't see him now.

Any idea who he is?

No. But he keeps
watching this house.

You're sure he's
not a policeman?

Yes. I know
everyone on the force.

Besides, I remember seeing him out
there yesterday, before all this happened.

Now you just stand there and
act like you're talking to me, huh?

Hey, Smitty, will
you get that, huh?

Why?

It couldn't be for
me, now, could it?

Hello.

Hello, Mrs. Parish.

I know you, don't I?

- Yes.
- No, no, no. Don't tell me.

I never forget a
good-looking man.

Yes.

Yes, you're that
detective that helped Paul.

And your name is, uh...

- Joe Mannix.
- Well, sure.

Come on in, Joe.

Hey, Smitty, get Joe a beer.

We're fresh out.

I bought a six-pack
this morning.

Well, this'll only
take a few minutes.

Oh, well, this is my
friend Smitty. Smitty, Joe.

Is it about Paul? Is he
in some kind of trouble?

Mrs. Parish, I'd like to
ask you a few questions.

Oh, sure.

Will you be a love and
get us some beer, huh?

Sit down, Joe.

He, doesn't have any claim
on me or anything like that.

We met a couple of days ago.

At Willy's. That's a bar.

He bought me a drink,
and, you know, like that.

He didn't just get into
town, by any chance?

Now, how did you know that?

Well, he's got
that big-city look.

Right.

Frisco.

What's he doing here?

On business. He doesn't
talk much about himself.

Tell me, have you seen Paul or heard
from him since yesterday, Mrs. Parish?

Victoria, Joe.

No. No. Is he in some
kind of trouble again?

He may be.

If he gets in touch with you,
would you tell him I'm in town?

I'm staying at the
Weekender Motel.

- I'd like to help him.
- Sure.

Joe.

Don't think I don't have a mother's
feelings about her own flesh and blood,

but the thirty dollars a
week that Paul gives me,

well, kind of makes ends meet.

This kind of trouble,
whatever it is,

could this cost him his
job or anything like that?

I mean, well, a girl's
got bills and things.

Sure.

Mrs. Parish...

Wait a minute.

Hello.

Oh, it's you.

Yeah. Yeah, he's here.

It's Paul's wife.

Yes, Helen?

Joe, I have to see you right
away. It's terribly important.

And I, uh, I can't talk
about it on the phone.

All right, Helen.
I'll be right over.

Mrs. Parish, if there is
anything, call, anything at all.

Sure, Joe.

Where'd you get this?

In the mailbox.

When?

Just a little while ago.

It could have been
there since last night.

There's, uh, $2,000 there.

All tens and twenties.

Does that mean something?

Well, they can't be traced.

The rest of the money
was in hundreds,

and the serial numbers on
those hundreds are on record.

And you think Paul
would have known that.

"Kitten, forgive me.

"It seemed so easy. The
answer to all our problems.

"Try not to worry too much.

"I'll be all right, and I'll
find a way to see you soon.

I love you. Paul."

Kitten?

It's a special name for me.

My middle name is Catherine.

How could he have done
it? I really don't understand.

Unless he felt that everything was...
Was piling up and closing in on him.

But even so.

Oh, Joe, I'm... I'm so afraid.

Now take it easy, Helen.

What's going to happen to him?

You've got to find him
before he gets himself killed.

Sure.

Now, uh, I've got to leave.

You'll be all right here, alone?

Yes, he, uh, he might call.

I'll talk to you later.

Joe, please find him.

Hello.

Joe.

What's on your mind, Peggy?

I got a long-distance phone call,
and I thought you'd want to know.

Long distance from where?

From there.

When I heard who was
calling, I decided to tape it.

Listen.

Mr. Mannix isn't here, Paul.

I know it.

But you can reach him.

Tell him... Tell him
that was just a warning.

I could just as
easily have killed him.

Tell him to keep his nose out,

to stay away from
Helen and my mother,

or next time I will kill him.

I've got nothing to lose.

Tell him.

That's all of it, Joe.

He hung up before I had a chance to say
anything, but it sure sounded like Paul.

It was Paul, all right.

Sounded like airport
noises in the background.

Bye, Peggy.

Joe, what did he mean, he could
just as easily have killed you?

Joe?

Joe.

Southeastern Airways Flight
152 now arriving at Gate 14.

Southeastern Airways, Flight
152 now arriving at Gate 14.

Flight 73 from Cheyenne
arriving in thirty minutes at Gate 3.

He hasn't come by here yet?

Are you talking to me?

Paul would spot you quicker than
I did. He knows you, doesn't he?

Look, I'm sorry but...

The Chief mentioned you
might be working on this.

He might spot me before I see him, but this
is the only way he can get to the plane.

The important thing is to keep
him from getting out of town.

That's one of the
important things.

How many planes have taken
off in the past twenty minutes?

None. Next one out's
for Santa Barbara.

Thanks.

May I help you?

Have you rented a car in
the past twenty minutes?

Why, yes, just a
couple of minutes ago.

Whoever rented the car had to
show his driver's license, right?

It's part of the rules.

What was the name?

Uh, Paul Parish.

- Where do you keep your cars?
- Right out in the parking lot.

Thanks a lot.

But I'm not even sure I'm
supposed to... Hey, wait a minute.

Mannix, I warned you!

You had to stick your nose in.

Paul, you're only going to
make things worse for yourself.

Is there something
worse than murder?

You're not convicted yet!

No, and they're not
going to get a chance

to put me into one
of their cages again.

Last warning, Joe.

I'll kill you if you
try to take me.

Paul, you just
can't keep running!

You're right. But I'd rather be dead
than spend the rest of my life in stir.

Paul, there are other ways.

Not for me, there aren't.

Do me a favor, Joe.

Tell Helen...

Tell her...

I'm sorry.

Paul!

Paul!

Doctor Halleren, Doctor
Halleren, please call 429.

Red blanket.

Is there a family, Mr. Mannix?

There's a wife and a mother.

We'll need some
information from you.

The nurse at the desk
will give you a form to fill...

How is he, Doctor?

Well, frankly, at this point,
I'm surprised he's still alive.

We'll have to operate,
remove the bullet,

determine the damage.

And his chances?

Well, the prognosis
is not favorable.

If he survives surgery, if... Well,
we'll just have to wait and see.

Where've you been all day long?

Around.

Around where?

Around here and there.

With who?

Vicky, now you know I came
down here on business, right?

I know I sent you out about three
hours ago to buy us some beer.

Now what'd you do, find yourself
some cheap little alley cat at Willy's bar?

Vicky.

Why...

Why would I want to do that

when I've got you
here waiting for me?

Hmm?

Paul, uh, you know
that kid of yours?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Could be.

Joe Mannix didn't
tell me anything.

You know, I thought
you weren't coming back.

You, uh, you hear from him?

Why are you so
interested in Paul?

I'm not.

I mean, but he's your son.

Perhaps I can help.

What are you really after?

It's Paul, isn't it?
Something to do with Paul.

It's really not me, is it?

Vicky, do you know something?

You're starting
to imagine things.

No.

What I've been doing
is kidding myself.

Huh.

There's no fool like an
over-the-hill chick, is there?

You must have been having
a pretty good laugh on me.

No.

It wasn't that at all.

Is something wrong, Officer?

You're wanted downtown.

Me?

What for?

The warrant says for hit-and-run
and aggravated assault.

You've got to be kidding.

When was all this supposed
to have taken place?

This afternoon.

Oh, well, I'm in the clear.

You see, Mrs. Parish and I
have been together all day, here.

Isn't that so, Vicky?

No. He's lying.

Next time try a different bar.

Joe, I know this has
been a rough one for you.

It hasn't exactly brought
me any satisfaction, either.

I want to thank you
for what you've done.

You're closing the books?

What else is there?

Loose ends.

Like?

Yaring.

Yeah.

It's Frank. He brought
that guy in, Smitty.

- You still want to talk to him?
- He's one of the loose ends.

Why? Because Helen Parish thought she
saw somebody watching her house yesterday?

Joe, she's so upset,
she's likely to say anything.

Because I happen to think
he's involved in this somehow.

All right, Frank,
we'll be right down.

Look, I want to help the
police as much as the next guy,

but I've got a right to
know what this is all about.

Why did you come to this town?

I've got to have a reason?

I'm just passing
through, that's all.

Why did you arrange
to meet Victoria Parish?

Arrange?

I picked her up in a bar.

Oh, a thirty-year-old
buck like you

picking up a forty-five-year-old
woman in a bar.

Now, there's nothing
unusual about that, right?

Is that some kind
of crime in this town?

Why have you been
watching Paul Parish's house?

Watching? You're crazy.

Listen, Chief, cooperating with
the police is one thing, right?

This guy is no policeman.

Now, I've got the
right to have a lawyer.

Smitty, is that your
first name or last?

Chief, unless there's
some formal charge.

Now, somebody tried to run
Mr. Mannix down with a car.

So what are you looking at me for? All
I did was drive down to the corner bar.

May I see your
driver's license, please?

Yeah. I...

Oh I, uh, came off without it.

You were driving a
car without a license?

Well, I guess, you know,
that's technically against the law.

Yes, it is.

Carl.

There's something
I want to show you.

What?

It won't take a minute.
Come on. Frank.

All set.

- A friend of yours, Smitty?
- No, I...

I never saw him before.

I think you're lying.

I think you knew Barney
Showalter very well.

You need a charge
to hold him on?

Okay, I'm going to press
charges of hit-and-run.

That way you can hold him while
you send his prints to Washington.

And if I'm wrong, you
can sue me for false arrest.

Okay, okay.

Look, I don't want to get mashed
in the middle of any murder rap.

No, I didn't kill Barney.

I didn't even know he was dead.

But you'd figure out the rest of that as
soon as you heard from Washington anyway.

I want to get this on
paper. Take him upstairs.

- Go ahead, Frank.
- Yes, sir.

Come on, let's go.

The rest of what?

Who knows?

You throw out the right bait,
you're bound to catch something.

Chasmin.
C-H-A-S-M-I-N. Thomas J.

How long were
you in San Quentin?

Three years, less a few days.

Anyway, I knew that Barney was
due to get out a few weeks after me,

and I figured he'd
head for that 150 grand,

so I just hung around.

Why, exactly, are you spilling
your guts to us this way?

I'm a two-time loser.

I haven't done anything
that I can be sent back up for,

and I don't want anybody
to get the idea that I did.

All right. So you took a
room in San Francisco

right across the street from
where Barney Showalter took his

so you could keep
an eye on him, right?

Yeah.

And the day after he got
out, a letter came for him.

I checked the mailbox,
and I checked the postmark.

He got no other mail?
Nobody came to see him?

No, none that I know of.

But he bought a
bus ticket for here.

You know, I knew that Paul
Parish had been Barney's cell mate,

so I put two and two together.

When did he pick up the money?

I guess he must have picked it
up somewhere before he got here.

You know, I couldn't follow
him everywhere. He knew me.

So you came here,
latched on to Paul's mother,

and kept an eye on his house,

figuring that one way or another
you'd find out when Barney arrived

and contact him.

Yeah.

What about last night?

Did you follow Paul
to Showalter's room?

No.

No, when Parish came back home for
dinner, I went out to get some for myself.

I guess that's when he took off.

That's it.

That's all of it.

What about the
hit-and-run charges, Joe?

Hmm.

I'll drop them... For
the time being, at least.

I don't know what he's talking
about. I never touched him.

You just stay in town
until I make sure you didn't.

Wait in the outer office
until this gets typed up.

- Make sure he signs it, Frank.
- Yes, sir.

Let's go.

How much of that do you believe?

It all fits with
everything else we know.

Yeah.

But then it could
be a pack of lies.

That letter that brought Barney
Showalter here, for instance.

If Paul wrote it...

If Paul?

If Paul wrote it, how would
he know where to send it?

Well, they could have arranged
things before Paul's release.

A year and a half ago?

And Paul came here, got a
job, piled up a great record

just waiting for
Showalter to get out?

Come on, Carl, you
don't really believe that.

All right, Joe. Have you
got a better explanation?

Paul is my prime suspect.

I don't even know if he'll
pull through to defend himself.

What I've got is $2,000
of the stolen money

and enough evidence
to convict Paul twice.

Joe.

What's bugging you?

Something.

I don't know what. Something.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Helen.

How is he?

- Well...
- Still in surgery.

Over three hours now.

Listen, I have to get back.

You'll call me when you
hear something, huh?

Yes.

How are you, Helen?

Well, it's just the waiting.

Doctor?

He's come through surgery.

Then his chances are better.

Yes, but it'll be a
matter of some hours

before we can arrive at
an accurate prognosis.

I suggest you go home
and get some sleep.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll drive you home, Helen.

- I'll be just a minute.
- Fine.

Doctor, what about brain damage?

Well, it's difficult to say.

If he recovers consciousness...

If?

Well, there's no need
to alarm Mrs. Parish,

but he barely made it
through surgery, Mr. Mannix.

His life signs are
still quite depressed.

But if he recovers consciousness,
we'll know better then.

Thank you, Doctor.

Come in.

You wanted me, Chief?

Yeah, come on
in, Frank. Sit down.

- Hello, Mr. Mannix.
- Frank.

Any word on Paul?

Last I heard, his
condition hadn't changed.

Unless it does soon, he
probably won't pull through.

Frank, I've got to
get back to L.A.,

but before I leave, I'd like to make
sure we haven't missed anything.

Well, whatever I can do to help.

Did Paul ever
mention anything to you

about Barney Showalter
talking to him about the money?

Well, yeah, he did
say something about it.

But it's the kind of thing
that men talk about in prison.

Well, that's just it.

Why would Paul even mention it if
he was planning something like this?

I agree with you.

I mean, the thing about Paul,
Chief, is he believes in people.

He was a patsy once because it didn't even
occur to him that anyone would use him.

But that still
didn't change him.

He was the perfect
patsy for a frame,

so whoever masterminded this whole
thing would get away clear with the money.

Like Smitty, for instance.

He could have been in on it with
Showalter and then double-crossed him.

Did you two ever think of
collaborating on science fiction?

Oh, sure, we're reaching,

but... but someone else could
have typed that letter to Showalter

on Paul's machine to set him up.

- Right?
- Right.

And got him to Showalter's
room on some pretext,

make him his prisoner when
he ran from the rooming house,

held a gun on him, and forced
him to write the note to Helen,

phoned my office,

and then fed him the lines that he
shouted at me from inside the cabin.

And then that someone ran out the
back of the cabin after he shot Paul

before you broke in, is that it?

Well, it's all possible, Carl.

All right, all right.

Would either of you like to take a
flyer at why Paul ran with the money?

Well, being found like
that, with Showalter's body,

it's, well, if it was a frame, it's
easy to see why he might panic.

You put all of your ifs
and your maybes together,

you come up with the
biggest pile of nonsense

I have ever heard
from two grown men.

Trouble with you, Carl, is
you've got no imagination.

Can I use your phone?

As long as you don't call
anyplace as far out as your theory.

If Paul dies without
regaining consciousness,

we'll never realize
just how far out it was.

Dr. Carter, please.

That's all for today,
Frank. Thanks.

Dr. Carter, this is Joe Mannix.

What's the latest on Paul...

Oh?

I see. Good.

Yeah, thanks. Thanks
very much, Doctor.

Well, he's alive, and his life
signs are growing stronger.

The doctor now believes
there's a better than even chance

that he'll regain consciousness.

He was almost optimistic.

If Paul lives, he can tell
us exactly what happened.

Maybe you'd better
stick around, Joe.

Well, I can't. But if you
need me, I'll be back.

Oh, uh, Frank, I'm depending on
you to keep the Chief here honest.

He seems a little too eager
to tie a ribbon on this one.

Oh, nurse, is there anything?

Doctor Ward, 561. Doctor
Ward, 561 West, please.

If he dies, Joe, I'm...

You can't blame yourself, Carl.
I was the one who was set up.

That phone call from the airport to make
sure I'd followed the car into the hills.

Yeah.

He must have had Paul with him
all the time, on the floor of the car.

And when I lost the
car at the intersection,

he threw a couple of wild
shots at me from the cabin

to make sure I knew
where they were

and I'd be a witness to
Paul's supposed suicide.

Yeah, but you didn't buy it from
the very beginning, Joe. Why?

Well, I just couldn't believe that
I'd been that wrong about Paul.

Doctor Hein, outside call.

When a cop goes bad,
it's poison for everybody.

Well, it happens.

I was so sure I knew Frank,
I didn't even look at him.

After all, he was a first-rate
policeman for a lot of years.

I guess you never know
how a person is going to react

until they get a chance
to grab $150,000.

Yeah, but to set
up a friend, too?

Friendships have been
broken up for a lot less.

He set him up all the way.

He probably called Paul,

told him there was a dangerous
hood holed up in that rooming house.

That prowler call... That
had to be Frank, too.

Yeah.

Oh, Doctor?

In a moment, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Parish, your
husband is asking for you.

Hi, Kitten.

Hi.

He's going to be
all right, huh, Doc?

Oh, I'd say he's good
for another seventy years.

Well, that winds that up.

- Except for one thing.
- What?

You sure jumped at my suggestion
to put on an act to force Frank's hand.

So?

Well, I've got a feeling you were
putting me on all along, needling me,

so I could prove that you were wrong
about Paul because you wanted to be.

One thing about you, you certainly
have a very rich imagination, Joe.

No kidding.

Come on, I'll buy you breakfast.