All language subtitles for Mannix S04E17 With Intent to Kill.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

I'll get it honey.

I'm expecting a phone
call from the office.

Hello.

Deegan, you were warned to
forget about the Blackburn job, okay?

So now you're dead.

Okay, Charlie, just
leave the file on my desk.

I'll look it over when
I get downtown.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, how about another
cup of coffee, honey?

Hey, you know, it looks like the
Angels might make it this year.

Who was it, Ira?

What?

It wasn't the office, was it?

Well, who do you
think it was, the FBI?

I saw you check your gun.

Married fifteen years,
and she just notices that.

I check my gun every morning.

Not that way.

Hey.

Oh, take it easy, huh?

I'm sorry, I can't help it. I don't
want anything to happen to you.

Look, nothing's going to
happen to your old man.

Every night I sit and listen for
your car turning into the driveway.

It's only when I hear it
that I can breathe again.

And every time that phone rings, I'm
afraid it's another one of those calls.

Ira, who was it?

Now, look, will you stop
worrying? I can take care of myself.

All you have to do is ask Captain Dexter
to take you off the case and re-assign you.

Evelyn, I won't do it.

- Why not?
- Because this is my job.

I started this case,
and I'm going to finish...

Hey, it's only me.

What's wrong? Did I
walk in on something?

He got another
phone call, Larry.

Will you talk to him?

Maybe you can get him
to quit the Blackburn case.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

I should listen to a
runny-nosed rookie.

Why, he hasn't
even got flat feet yet.

Coming from such an old-timer.

See that? See? Got you again.

Suckered you again.
You're always wide open.

That's lucky.

Larry, go on, get the car out of the
garage. I'll be with you in a minute.

Hey.

Come here.

Come on, come on, come on.

You, uh, you still love me?

You know I do.

And why do you love me?

Because you're the handsomest,
bravest, smartest cop on the force.

You forgot one.

And the sexiest.

Oh, Ira.

Stay there.

You all right?

I just opened the
garage door, and pow.

- But you're okay, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Ira!
- It's okay, Evelyn. He's just shook up.

What about you?

What about me?

Ira, that was meant for you.

♪♪

Here you are, Joe.

The Blackburn heist.

- Thanks.
- Help yourself.

Are you handling this case?

No. Ira Deegan. He's
been on it for months.

Oh, Deegan, huh?

Yeah, as a matter of
fact, you just missed him.

Oh, that's too bad.

What's the flap
on this case, Art?

Well, somebody knocked over
the Blackburn Credit Company

for 85,000 dollars

and left the night-watchman
with a bullet hole in his head.

And about a week
later, we got a tip

that Nicky Phillips was putting
out feelers to fence the 85 grand.

We tracked Phillips down to his
hotel, but by that time, he was dead.

A suicide. And no
sign of the money.

I read that much in the papers.
Deegan turn up anything new?

Not much. It's all in the file.

I only talk to Deegan
when I have to.

You know how he is, Joe.

He's a good cop,
but outside of that,

he's not going to win
anybody's popularity contest.

I understand there was an
explosion out at Deegan's place.

Yeah, his garage got racked up.

Doesn't seem to be
anything about it in this report.

Didn't have anything
to do with the case.

Deegan stored some
chemicals in his garage.

Joe...

why this sudden interest
in the Blackburn caper

after all these months?

- Oh, nothing special.
- Oh, I see.

You've got a client.

Yeah.

The insurance company
offered ten percent for recovery.

Is that it?

8,500 dollars is a big fee, Joe.

Inflation.

Hey, this Pete Fender
that identified Nicky's body.

Is that the same Fender who
used to print up hot money?

Yeah.

He's been straight since
he got out of Folsom.

He's making signs now
instead of U.S. currency.

Look, Joe, if you're planning on going
over the same old territory, forget it.

- It's all in the file.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

You know Deegan. He's a tiger.

If there was anything to
find, he'd have found it.

Yeah. Well, thanks, Art.

And one thing else, Joe.

This case is his property with a
big sign on it marked "private."

A thing of beauty is a
joy forever. Am I right?

You certainly are
right, Mr. Fender.

Mr. Mannix, you're
pretty regular for a cop.

No wonder you're a private one.

Lieutenant Deegan now...
He's something else again.

Well, he's very dedicated.

A man should find time
for the finer things in life.

The police tell me your friend
Nicky Phillips was involved

in the Blackburn
heist and murder.

Well, like I told Lieutenant
Deegan, you can't prove it by me.

And they're certainly not going to
get any more out of Nicky Phillips.

You know, just a month
ago, I said to Nicky,

I said, "Nicky, you
better get out of yourself.

"You'd better change your
habits. Do something creative."

I took my own advice.

- You see?
- Hmm.

I also said to Nicky, I said,
"Nicky, crime does not pay,"

especially when you keep getting
caught the way Nicky and me used to.

Tell me, when was the
last time you talked to him?

Oh, um, morning of the 12th.

That was a couple of days after the
Blackburn place was knocked over.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Nicky called me here, and he
said he had to see me right away.

He was holed up downtown
in the old Crystal Hotel.

Fourth floor.

So I put up my brushes, and I
hiked on down to the Crystal.

I went there. Nicky was
waiting for me on the sidewalk...

with a sheet over him.

The report said he jumped.

But you don't think so.

That's right.

How come?

Nicky never showed the slightest
interest, I mean none whatsoever, in dying.

Opposite. I think he was thinking
about how much living he was going to do

with 85,000 steaming
clams in the dish.

Did you tell Lieutenant
Deegan that?

That I didn't buy
the suicide bit?

Yeah. Sure. Why?

Oh, just wondering.

Hey, is there anybody else
I can talk to about Nicky?

Yeah, you could talk to Cora.

Cora Hayden, that
was his girlfriend.

You could talk to Cora.

Uh, would you like a
little juice of the vine?

No, thanks.

Yeah, you could talk to
Cora, if you can find her.

Missing?

Mm-hmm.

She didn't even show
for Nicky's funeral.

Cora became scarce when
Nicky went out the window.

What does she do for a living?

She's a manicurist.

She works in some hair stylist
place over in Beverly Hills.

What did you tell Lieutenant
Deegan about her?

Zero. Nothing.

Why did you hold back?

I didn't.

Deegan never
asked me about Cora.

The subject never came up.

I'm sorry, but hair styling
is by appointment only.

Anyway, you don't
seem to need one.

Well, to tell you the truth,
I'm interested in a manicure.

I have the feeling
that's not the whole truth.

Private detective.

The whole truth is that I'm
interested in your manicurist.

Goldie's out to lunch.

The one before her.

I know who you mean.

- Cora Hayden.
- Mm.

What do you want me to tell you?

Well, where can I find her?

I was told not to
discuss the case.

- By whom?
- The police.

Ah. A Lieutenant Deegan?

I'm supposed to report
anything and everything I hear

about the Blackburn
case to him and only him.

But I can see... Joe,

that you'd like me to make
an exception in your case.

What's the word on Cora Hayden?

She never showed up for work
after Nicky Phillips killed himself.

And before that?

Well, after the
Blackburn robbery,

Lieutenant Deegan came here
to question her a couple of times.

Oh. What did she tell him?

They talked privately,
in the back room.

Hmm. Well, is there
anything else you can tell me?

Just that Cora had a
roommate, Jill Wallis.

- And they lived where?
- Won't do you any good.

After Cora disappeared, Jill
moved out. No forwarding address.

I see.

Could somebody
have followed you here?

- Why?
- There's a car across the street.

The driver's been
looking over here.

Do you have a rear exit?

Yep, right over there.

Why don't we take
a walk back there

and, uh, just pretend
we're still talking, huh?

Right.

And by the way,
thank you very much.

Mm-hmm.

Don't you ever use
front entrances, Mannix?

You're trespassing.

I don't see any signs.

You know what I'm talking
about. The Blackburn case.

- It's my case, too.
- Not unless you have a client.

- I've got one.
- Who?

That's privileged information.

Don't make it tough
for me, Mannix.

Maybe you're making it
tough on yourself, Deegan.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- That bomb in the garage.

Maybe somebody's out to get you.

What bomb? That was
just chemicals lying around.

Sure.

You watch your step.

Just doing my job.

I know you've got
friends in the department.

Maybe they like you better than
they like me. I couldn't care less.

Only one thing matters in
my book is doing a job right.

My job my way.

And I'm going to find out why
you're messing around in my case.

Your privilege, Lieutenant.

What are you
really up to, Mannix?

The insurance company
getting jittery about paying off?

Because if that's it, you tell 'em
their dough is in second position.

Number one is me nailing the
guy who pulled the Blackburn job.

And I don't want anybody, particularly
a private eye, looking over my shoulder.

Take my advice.

Whoever hired who, tell
them you're off the case.

He wants me off the case.

He's a smart cop.

I knew he'd find
out sooner or later.

Thank you.

Does he know I hired you?

Not yet.

What are you going
to do, Mr. Mannix?

I don't know, but I did notice
that there was no mention

of threatening phone calls
in your husband's reports.

That's probably because he
doesn't want to be taken off the case.

He sometimes does things
in a very unconventional way.

I'm beginning to find out.

What I don't understand

is why Larry Wallach is
going along with all of this.

Oh, he'll do anything Ira asks.

He worships my husband.

And Ira's trained Larry
to be just like him...

Just plunge ahead, skip the
rules, get the job done at any cost.

Ira won't stop until he
breaks that Blackburn case.

Unless it breaks him first.

He is a dedicated man.

He's not just a cop
trying to do a job.

He's a man on fire.

He's burning with
fever. A disease.

Larry's like a son to him.

He's passing it on to Larry.

We had our own son once.

The night he died, Ira
wasn't at the hospital.

Too busy working.

Can you believe that?

Too busy running down a suspect.

For years, I've
hated him for that.

And then I began to realize that
work isn't just a passion with Ira.

It's a sickness.

And now it could be his death.

Mr. Mannix, he needs help.

I'll do what I can.

But I do think you'd
better tell him about me.

I can't.

Well, if I know the lieutenant,
he'll find out anyway.

I'll be in touch.

Keep the change.

Puts you right in the middle,
Joe, between husband and wife.

And I can feel Ira Deegan
breathing down my neck.

First he has to know
that you're involved.

Yeah. I don't like the odds.

You have time working for you.

For now.

Joe, how do you plan to do it?

I mean, you can't tail
a man like Deegan.

Not more than a couple of feet.

How are you going to help him?

Just keep digging, I guess.

He's not making that very easy.

Uh...

I must say he's a
little unorthodox.

A little?

Leaving facts out of reports
and scaring witnesses?

Why does Cora Hayden disappear

the same day her boyfriend Nicky
Phillips jumps out a hotel room?

Or was he pushed?

And what's happened to
Cora's roommate Jill Wallis?

Mr. Mannix' office.

Oh, hi, Vivian.

Okay.

213 South Wentworth
Drive, Apartment 3A.

Thanks Vivian. Thanks loads.

Jill Wallis' new address.

Good girl.

Maybe we're about to get an
answer to one of our questions.

You know you can
get a citation for that.

I know who you are, Wallach.

The lieutenant told
you to get off his case.

- So?
- So you do what you're told, Mannix.

Deegan's giving you the
"get-tough-with-private eye" lesson,

- too, huh?
- That's right. I'm working with Ira.

And I do things his way.

Like backing up his story
about chemicals in the garage?

If Ira says it was chemicals,
then that's what it was.

- You see, I don't ask questions, Mannix.
- You should, Wallach,

if you're a good cop.

There isn't a better cop
anywhere than Ira Deegan.

I'm talking about you.
Your responsibility.

And my responsibility is to Ira.
You see, he brought me along.

And if it suits him, he'll drop you. He
doesn't know what flesh and blood is.

He only knows
arrest and conviction.

No, you're wrong. Nobody
knows Ira, except maybe me.

I was under the
impression he was married.

His wife doesn't understand him.

She still holds that
night against him.

What night?

When she sat around
the hospital alone.

The night their kid died while Ira
was out scrambling for an arrest.

Of course, the way she tells it, it was
because he didn't want off that night

because he didn't care.

Why did he stay on duty?

Because he cared too much. Because
he couldn't face the dying anymore.

Because it'd been going on for a whole
year and he couldn't face it another night.

So he walked the streets.

You don't know what it's like
seeing a man like Ira Deegan cry.

You let him alone, Mannix.
You get out of his way.

He's got a job to do.

So have I.

You forget the Blackburn case.

Be smart because
somebody could get hurt.

You're blocking me, Wallach.

Yes?

Jill Wallis?

What is it?

It's about Cora Hayden.

I don't know
anybody by that name.

Get out of here,
or I'll call the police.

Please do. The name is Mannix.

I warned you.

Ask for Lieutenant Deegan.

- You a cop?
- Private.

What do you want?

Where is Cora Hayden?

- How should I know?
- You were roommates.

We just shared the rent.
We weren't too close.

What made you move so suddenly?

A girl's got a right to move.

Why no forwarding address?

I happen to like privacy.

Do you happen to
have a picture of Cora?

Why would I?

Well, friends
usually keep pictures.

I told you.

We weren't close.

You know, you could wind
up in a lot of trouble, Jill.

I'm just minding
my own business.

It's too late for that.

You know, there's a good chance
Nicky Phillips was murdered.

The very same day his girlfriend
disappears, and the very next day you move.

That's a lot of coincidences.

I'm in the clear. I had
nothing to do with it.

Didn't you?

Even Lieutenant
Deegan said I was...

So he did talk to you.

What did he say?

He told me...

He told you to keep your
mouth shut about the case.

But he didn't tell you that Nicky's
death could have been murder.

No.

What did he say about Cora?

Nothing.

Where is she?

Jill, Cora could be next. Does
that mean anything to you?

You mean murdered?

She knows something.

Somebody might want to shut
her up, if they haven't already.

They haven't.

Where is she?

Jill.

Holiday House, down the coast.

She's using the name Ralston.

Cora Ralston.

Thanks, Jill.

You may as well know the rest.

I did have a photo of Cora.

Lieutenant Deegan took it.

Something wrong
with the eggs, Ira?

No.

Then why aren't you eating?

You cashed a check.

I cash checks all the time.

What did you do with the money?

I bought a dress.

For a hundred dollars?

Ira, you're making a
federal case out of this.

No, you're making
the case, not me.

Since when don't you mark the
amount of the withdrawal on the stub?

This is our home, Ira, not your
interrogation room downtown.

All right, let's see the dress.

Let's see it. Come
on. Go on, get it.

It's being altered.

Stop playing games with me, Ira.

Let's both stop playing games.

Why did you hire Mannix?

What?

You married a
detective, remember?

You paid Mannix that
hundred bucks, right?

I checked everywhere
else. I was to the bank today.

They told me you were
there day before yesterday.

All right.

But I only did it
to protect you, Ira.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Isn't that just beautiful?

Mannix? Protect me?

My own wife. You know
what you've done to me?

You know what they're going
to make about this downtown

when they hear about it?

They won't hear about it
from Mannix. You know that.

You're going to
tell him he's fired.

Mr. Mannix' office.

Tell him.

Mr. Mannix, please.

Who's calling?

Mrs. Deegan.

I'm sorry, Mrs.
Deegan. He's not in.

May I take a message?

No, thank you. Just
have him call me.

He's not in.

When he calls, tell him to keep the
hundred bucks, but he's off the case.

Take it easy.

You're lucky.

Where are you taking me?

Hospital.

Oh, no, no, I'm all
right. Just pull over.

- Oh, easy, Mister.
- Hey, I told you I'm all right.

We won't know about that
until we get some X-rays.

Now look, there's not
even a scratch. See?

We're thinking
about internal injuries.

Yeah, well, I'm
thinking about some

business I've got to
take care of right now.

- I'm sorry, but we can't...
- Hey, I know my rights.

I didn't sign myself on here.

Now you listen to me, Mister...

Wait a minute. Now you just
can't pick people up off the streets.

I can sue you, the ambulance
service, and the hospital.

So now pull over
and let me out, huh?

Charlie, pull over.

Thanks for the lift.

- Cora Ralston?
- Yeah.

We had a Mrs. Ralston.
She was staying here.

Was? She left?

Yes. She and her
husband checked out today.

- Husband?
- Yes, that's correct, sir.

What did he look like?

Mrs. Ralston checked in and out.

I never saw him.

What was the check-out time?

Oh, just after the accident.

A few moments after the
ambulance took you away.

We thought you were a goner.

Yeah, thanks.

Eyes front.

Drive.

Where is Cora?

I wish I knew.

You think Cora's got the
Blackburn money, is that it?

Suppose you tell me, Mannix.

Just guessing.

Yeah. You know something?

I think you are just guessing.

You'd better be.

Watch it.

Watch it.

All right, pull
over to the curb.

Mannix, you're off the case.

You understand that?

Mm-mm.

Don't be a hero, chump.

No hero. A day's
work for a day's pay.

A man invests in me, he
gets a return on his money.

Got an investment in
you, too... This, right here.

Now, you do exactly like
I say, you understand?

Or the next time, I
collect the interest.

Now get out.

What about my car?

Get another hitch.

Yeah, Art... Tattooed
butterfly on his left wrist.

And as fast as you
can, huh? Thanks.

May I call Mrs. Deegan back now?

No. Not yet.

Joe, she's called a dozen times.

Yeah. I've got a feeling she wants to
tell me something I'd rather not hear.

Like what?

What else has anybody said
to me lately? Quit the case.

Seems to me that might
not be a bad thing to do, Joe.

Well, you've done
nothing but draw blanks.

You've no idea who
tried to run you down.

- Right?
- Right.

And no identifying
photograph of Cora Hayden?

Well, Deegan's got the
only photo we know of.

And no description of the man who
posed as her husband at the motel.

Okay, okay. So I've done
better. But it's not all blanks.

There's still a guy with a
butterfly tattoo on his wrist.

I want to talk to
you, Mannix, alone.

Peggy.

Now listen good, Mannix.

From now on, if you mess around
in my case, it's obstruction of the law.

Yeah? Why?

What do you mean, why?
You got the word, didn't you?

- You've been fired.
- Nobody told me.

- You didn't hear?
- No.

Well, you're hearing it from me.

You're not my client.

My wi...

Your client's been trying to
get you on the phone to fire you.

When she does, then I'm off.

The vehicular
division found your car.

What were you
doing down the coast?

I went for a drive.

You also took a
drive in an ambulance.

It's too bad about
that, isn't it, Deegan?

What?

That I walked away.

Mannix, I've told you.

My wife wants you off the case.

You have no
client. So you're out!

Here's your friend with
the butterfly tattoo, Joe.

His name is George Dedlos.

What's the rest of it?

He packs a P38 automatic.

Record of four arrests. One
conviction for armed robbery.

- A funny thing, though.
- Yeah? What?

He never had a partner. He's
known as a solo. He works alone.

Well, I think George Dedlos may
have changed his habits lately.

- George Dedlos?
- Yeah.

What can I tell you
about George Dedlos?

I can tell you he's a deadbeat.

When did he check out?

He didn't. Like I
told you, a deadbeat.

He walked out of here
when nobody was looking.

He's not as smart
as he thought he was.

I got his suitcase right here.

- Mind if I look through it?
- No skin off my nose.

Well, the man is Nicky Phillips.

- What about the girl?
- That's Cora, all right.

You think anything's
happened to her?

I'm beginning to
think she's just hiding.

I'm hoping to get to her before
anything does happen to her.

- Oh, thanks, again.
- Sure.

- Mr. Mannix' office.
- It's me, Peggy.

- Any luck?
- Well, nothing so far.

Maybe she put her car in
an empty lot and took a plane.

No, I don't think so. Deegan
would have every airport covered.

She wouldn't even make
it to the boarding gate.

Listen, Peggy, I'm going to check the
motels as far as Ventura and then quit.

Why don't you just
go on home, huh?

Thanks, Joe. Good night.

Excuse me.

Oh, yes, what can I do for you?

Has anybody registered here
with this license plate number?

- Are you from the police?
- No.

Well, I'm sorry. We don't
give out that information.

Well, I'm, uh, I'm trying to locate
my sister, and, well, it is important.

- I'd appreciate it.
- Oh.

Well, RGM 886.

Yes, a couple registered here
yesterday with that number.

Oh, that's my sister's picture.

Oh, yes, that's Mrs. Regis.

- They're in number 6.
- Number 6. Thank you.

Would you like
me to ring through?

No, no, no. I'd just kind of like
to drop in on her as a surprise.

Thank you.

Hey, what are you still doing here
this late? I thought I told you to go home.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.
I insisted on waiting.

Oh, I'll be right with
you, Mrs. Deegan.

What's up?

She wouldn't say.

Mrs. Deegan.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry,
but I'm discharging you.

Hmm.

Well, is that the reason you
came all the way down here?

I thought it would be
the decent way to do it.

I've got a feeling there's more.

There is.

It's... It's gotten
worse with Ira.

He's pushing
himself to the limit.

The past few nights, he didn't
come home until 4 or 5 in the morning.

He's a man losing his balance.

I... I don't want him to fall.

Mr. Mannix, is there
anything you can tell me?

It looks as if the case
is coming to a close.

What do you mean?

Well, I... I can't
tell you just yet.

Please don't give
me any false hopes.

No, no, no. That's not
my intention, Mrs. Deegan.

It wasn't my idea to fire you.

Yes, I know.

That's why I've
avoided calling you back.

Look, uh, we could still
pretend we haven't been in touch.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I've only got one more
thing to do anyway.

Thank you, Mrs. Fair. I'm
sorry I kept you waiting so long.

Oh, that's perfectly
all right, Mrs. Deegan.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You know, Peggy, sometimes I wish
I had taken my uncle Aram's advice

and become a dentist.

At least dentists have an
easier way of killing pain.

It was that bad?

So bad I didn't
even want to tell her.

I found Cora Hayden in a Malibu
motel registered as Mrs. Regis.

Mr. Regis is Ira Deegan.

Oh, wow.

Let's have a drink.

I need one.

No wonder Deegan
wanted you off the case.

- He was just going through the motions.
- Looks like it.

Maybe he was in on
it from the beginning.

Maybe he even helped
to plan the robbery.

You just can't
count on anything.

One thing's for sure.

You were getting too close,

and that's why he tried to kill
you with that car down at the motel.

Something like that.

Deegan wanted me off his back,

and George Dedlos was using
me to hound-dog him to the money.

Lieutenant Ira
Deegan, of all people.

Joe, what happens
to a man like that?

85,000 dollars.

Deegan.

What do you want?

I was on my way to see the captain,
but I thought I'd better talk to you first.

- About what?
- The Apex Motel.

Number 6.

Mr. and Mrs. Regis,

alias Mr. and Mrs. Ralston
of the Holiday House.

I'm talking about Cora Hayden.

There's no stopping
you, is there, Mannix?

No.

I guess it takes
one to know one.

Don't put me in
your league, Deegan.

You've got it all
figured out, haven't you?

Yeah, about
85,000 dollars' worth.

Yeah.

Yeah, a cop gets hungry,
mixes in on a heist,

knocks off one partner,
double crosses the other,

cheats on his wife with
the dead crook's doll,

plans to live happily ever after
with that doll on the 85 grand

when the heat's off.

What about all those lessons
you gave to Larry Wallach?

All those speeches about being
a good, if not by the book, cop?

What's he going to
think when he finds out?

He already knows.

As a matter of fact, he's
up at Zuma Beach right now,

in another motel with Cora.

You see, Larry likes a little
extra spending money, too.

That's logical, isn't it?

Yeah, it's all very logical,
except for one thing.

None of it's true.

Keep talking, Deegan.

Cora knew her boyfriend
Nicky Phillips was in on the heist,

but she didn't know with who.

She was convinced that Phillips
was pushed from that window

by his partner who
made off with the loot.

She was afraid the killer
was coming after her next.

Well, I figured
maybe she was right,

so I decided to use her
as bait until I was ready.

In the meantime, you
put her on ice, huh?

Yeah, but you melted
that at the Holiday House.

So I kept her on the move.

I registered us as Mr. and
Mrs. To protect her.

Anyone hunting for Cora wouldn't
be looking for a married couple.

What about Nicky
Phillips' partner?

I told you. It's still a
blank. She never saw him.

I did.

Yeah, his name is George Dedlos.

Dedlos?

You sure?

Sure.

What am I supposed
to do, thank you?

No.

Now look, for once
in your life, Deegan,

you're going to accept
cooperation from an outsider

- and from somebody you can't stand... me.
- I don't need any help.

Oh, I know you've got your pride.
But somebody almost killed me.

Now we make a deal, Deegan,

or I'm marching into the
captain and lay it all out for him.

- Now wait!
- You made your wife fire me.

Now you hire me.

You're my client from now
on, Deegan. Take it or leave it.

Deegan.

Lieutenant, it's Cora.

- What is it?
- Larry's gone.

What?

He saw someone hanging
around outside. He went to check.

That was a half hour ago.
I was getting nervous so I...

He was supposed to call me if
anything came up. I spelled it out for him.

He said he was going to
bring in whoever it was himself.

Did you see which way he went?

South, along the beach.

Now look, Cora,
you stay in your room

and don't open your door
for anyone but Larry or me.

- Later.
- Deegan.

You're my client, remember?

All right.

He's following
somebody, all right.

Yeah, from the looks of
those prints, they're running.

Hold it!

Hold it right there!

George Dedlos.

Ira?

I tracked him, but he
doubled back on me.

Held a gun in my back.

He was taking me along,
going to use me as a hostage.

Then he spotted you
two, and he sapped me.

- Well, we got him.
- But he's dead.

I wanted to bring
him in, but I fouled up.

For the first time, I wanted
to do something on my own.

Who asked you to?

I'm sorry, Ira.

I told you to follow orders.

Relax, Deegan.

It was either Nicky
Phillips or Dedlos

that killed the night-watchman
in the Blackburn case.

That may be good enough for you,
Mannix, but this way we'll never know.

They're both dead.
That closes the case.

Except for the money.

It's probably buried some place,
and we'll never know where...

unless some day a dog burying
a bone just happens to dig it up.

A dog and his bone.

How did you find out?

Deegan trusted you.

He was the last man in the
world to check you out, Wallach,

but I didn't have that problem.

Over at the beach you said

that Dedlos had a gun in your
back and he was taking you along.

Well, I went back down to the beach
and checked those tracks in the sand.

He was never behind you.

You were in this
together all along.

I guess I didn't learn my
lesson very well from Ira.

The trouble is he didn't
teach you how to kill or cheat.

He trusted you like a son.

Ah, you had yourself
a perfect cover.

You even got him
to kill Dedlos for you.

That was going
to be the end of it.

And then everything would
return to normal, is that it, huh?

Yeah. For a year or so.

Well, the plans have
changed. Now let's go.

All right, now pick it up.

You carried it this far, you might
as well carry it the rest of the way.

They booked him.

Yeah. So it's all over.

Is it?

What else?

He wanted to talk to you, Ira.

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

Just everything fell into place.

I... I traced Nicky Phillips
back to the Crystal Hotel.

He had the heist money. He
wanted to make a deal with me.

He said he'd give
me half the dough.

I did just what I thought
you would have done, Ira.

I cracked him right
across the mouth.

And then I thought, Where would I
ever get a chance at dough like that?

And I could have the
whole bundle all to myself.

It's a crazy idea, huh?

But it came to me.

I thought I was just
like you, Ira, all the way.

- But I wasn't.
- Get out of here. Get out of here.

Art, get him out of here!

Let's go, Wallach.

About that hundred bucks,
Mannix, will that cover it?

It'll cover it.

Oh, Deegan.

When you get home, say
hello to your wife for me, huh?

Uh... yeah.