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- Your parking stubs, sir.
- Here.

- Which one first?
- The lady's. It's a yellow sedan.

Uh, green wagon.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

Can't you see? Nothing!

♪♪

Hey!

Ooh... hee hey.

Sorry, ma'am! You all right?

I think so.

What about yourself?

Oh, I'm okay.

I'm looking for Mr. Mannix.

Do you know where his office is?

Well, I ought to.
I'm his secretary.

What did you want
to see him about?

I want to hire him.

- 14, 15, 16, and $17.61.
- Hmm.

That's all I've got right now.

Well, why don't you just hang
on to that for the time being?

We'll decide on my fee later.

Do you mind if I ask you
a couple of questions?

No, sir.

What's your name?

Dennis Coverly. I
live on Martin Place.

Dennis, how about a doughnut?

And we've got some
milk in the refrigerator.

No, thanks.

Sit down, Dennis.

Now, then, what's your problem?

It's my mom and dad, Mr. Mannix.

They're in some kind of trouble.

Oh. Did they send you here?

No. There's been something wrong

ever since they went out for
their anniversary Saturday night.

And then last night, I
heard them arguing.

It wasn't just an
argument, it was a fight.

And my mom and dad, they don't fight,
Mr. Mannix... not like that, they don't.

Mom was crying.

Well now, Dennis, you know, things
aren't always as bad as they sound.

I mean, people sometimes argue about
things that seem important at the time.

But then the next day,
they forget all about them.

This was important.

It was about going to
the police or not going.

They were real serious.

Dennis, tell me, uh, do you
get along well with your parents?

Sure.

We don't have a communication
gap, if that's what you mean.

Well, that's exactly
what I meant.

Did you try asking
them about this?

When you're my age, you
don't handle things that way.

Most kids your age don't go out and hire
themselves a private investigator, either.

If they wanted to tell
me, they would've by now.

They're scared,
Mr. Mannix. I can feel it.

Dennis, tell me, how
much trouble will you be in

if your parents know
you came to see me?

I don't know, and I don't care.

What matters is if you
are able to help 'em or not.

Well, why don't
we go and find out?

Dennis did? A private detective?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I heard you talking
about going to the police,

and you were crying, Mom.

Dennis, why didn't
you come to us?

You mean there's an explanation?

Why, I'm pretty sure there is.

We were watching
television last night...

The late show.

I guess we had the
volume up too high.

The heater vent to Dennis' room,
well, it's pretty close to his bed.

It was Humphrey Bogart
in something or other.

Yeah, he was a District Attorney

and was all about corruption
and citizen responsibility,

and a man and his wife were arguing
whether or not to go to the police.

Well, I guess that clears it up.

I'm sorry you were put to
all this trouble, Mr. Mannix.

No trouble at all.
Feel better, Dennis?

Yes, sir.

And it was a pleasure almost
doing business with you.

Thanks, Mr. Mannix.

Nice meeting you, Mrs. Coverly.

Thank you. Dennis, why don't
you show Mr. Mannix to the door?

Oh, I understand it was your
anniversary Saturday night.

Yes, our fifteenth.

We went to the Festival Center, and
then up to the restaurant for supper.

It was nothing elaborate.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

Well, Al Borden. When
did they let you out?

That's no business of yours,
Mannix. I served my time.

- Who are you working for, Al?
- Nobody.

Just looking through
the want ads for a job.

Why here?

Why not here?

Look, it's tough enough for
an ex-con to try to find a job

without having private
cops buggin' him.

So take a hike,
Mannix, will you?

I still got a couple of
columns to go through yet.

Try looking under "locksmiths."

Hello.

How are you today, Mrs. Coverly?

What do you want?

No cause for alarm.

Please, please don't...

I said there was no cause
for alarm, Mrs. Coverly.

At least I don't think there is.

A lot depends on what
you told Mr. Mannix.

What did you tell him?

Nothing. We didn't
tell him anything.

Surely you must have
talked about something.

Dennis brought him.

He'd heard us arguing, and
he tried to hire Mr. Mannix

to find out what was wrong.

Go on.

We... We told him that it was
the TV set that Dennis heard.

Did he believe you?

Yes. Yes, he did.

Good.

Did you tell him anything else?
Anything about Saturday night?

Only that we went to the Festival
Center and then on to a restaurant.

You're doing fine, Mrs. Coverly.

But I wouldn't be talking to
Mr. Mannix anymore if I were you.

You'll pass that on to
your husband, won't you?

Yes.

And look after
that boy of yours.

I'd hate anything
to happen to him.

Nice talking to
you, Mrs. Coverly.

She was telling the truth.

Too scared to do anything else.

And I think Mannix
bought what they told him.

Yeah, but now he
knows where they went.

I'd better get somebody down to
the restaurant, in case he checks.

You're a little late, Sherwin.

I've had the boys there
since Sunday morning.

Just tell them to keep
an eye peeled for Mannix.

And if something were to
happen to him, I wouldn't mind.

The last I heard about Al Borden,
he was serving one to five for burglary.

He's just a hood... A
common garden-variety hood.

Maybe he was just
looking for the want ads.

Come on, Peggy, Borden hasn't
done an honest day's work in his life.

I think he was watching
the Coverly house.

Joe, it could've
been a coincidence.

Yeah. Well, the Coverlys
were lying. I smell it.

It's your nose.

You could've fooled
me. It checks out.

What checks out?

"Humphrey Bogart Festival
Week... Midnight to dawn."

The Coverlys were
watching television last night,

and that's what Dennis
heard, according to them.

Dialogue from an
old Bogart picture.

Uh-uh.

Uh-uh what?

Bogie wasn't on last night.

- What do you mean?
- I mean he wasn't on last night.

I never miss one of his movies,

and last night something
happened to the film,

and the station
substituted an old Western.

Yeah.

Borden outside the Coverly
house is beginning to make sense.

But, Joe, why would
the Coverlys lie to you?

I don't know. I think
I'd better find out.

Where do you begin?

Saturday night.

And you don't know whether
you hit one of them or not?

I'm not sure, but I know I came
close enough to scare them off.

And you didn't recognize them?

I told you, Adam, I
never saw them before.

You also told me you don't
know why they're trying to kill you.

If I knew who they were,
I might have an idea.

What were you doing
down here, anyway, Joe?

I'm working on a case, okay?

Oh, and you don't think
there's any connection

between the shooting and
what you're working on?

I don't know. But something must have
happened around here Saturday night.

What makes you say that?

Why else would they
be watching the Center?

Say Adam, is there still anything
open on the reports for Saturday night?

No, not in this
neighborhood, no.

- Well, if anything turns up...
- You'll, hear from me.

- Yeah.
- Joe, keep your head down.

They're real bullets.

- Mr. Mannix?
- Yes, that's right.

You are a private investigator?

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Saturday night.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix.

Terribly sorry, but we open
in one hour, and I'm busy...

If you'd rather talk to the
police, I can arrange it.

No. No, please.

Something happened
around here Saturday night.

I'd like to know what.

Nothing happened, at least
not in the restaurant, believe me.

Do you remember a
couple named Coverly?

Coverly?

Let me see.

Yes, they dropped up here
for dinner after the theatre.

They were celebrating
an anniversary.

Oh, yes, yes, of
course I remember.

I brought them a torte with a candle in it
and had the waiters sing congratulations.

- Yes.
- What time did they leave?

They were almost the last.

Who was the last?

There was one other couple.

The woman was Miss
Henry... Miss Dorothy Henry.

Who was the man?

I'd never seen him before.

Do you have a reservation
card for Saturday night?

- Yes.
- Mind if I see it?

Mr. Archer.

Is that Kevin Archer?

Yes.

He has a standing reservation for
booth number 4 every Saturday night.

I hold it until his
secretary calls.

- Did he use it last Saturday?
- No.

He canceled.

Do you have a parking attendant?

Yes. A boy named Jim Salvage.

What time does he come on duty?

4:30.

Do you know where
I might find him?

He has an apartment
at 5115 Winfield Street.

And Miss Henry?

She could be in danger.

I believe she lives in
the Los Feliz district.

Who is it?

Miss Henry?

I'm Joe Mannix. I'm
a private investigator.

I'd like to talk to you.

At the end of the
corridor, Mr. Mannix.

Come in, Mr. Mannix.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

I was wondering
how long it would be.

What?

You are here about
Dorothy, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm her mother.

And you knew I'd be here?

You or someone like
you, sooner or later.

It was decent of you to admit
right off that you're a detective.

But I believe you've
wasted the trip.

You probably know more
about the whole affair than I do.

My daughter doesn't
confide in me anymore.

Not since I spoke my mind
about George Bowman.

Then you've met him?

Oh, yes, in this very house.

He's no longer welcome
here. I may tell you that.

And Dorothy will find out soon
enough that I was right about him.

And now that his wife knows what he's
up to, do you think she'll divorce him?

Never. No.

She'll scare him to death and
tell him to stop seeing Dorothy.

And he'll do it because he doesn't
want to give up all that money.

Mrs. Henry, do you know if your daughter
was with Mr. Bowman Saturday night?

Hello, Mother. I'm home.

Perhaps you ought
to ask her yourself.

Hello, dear.

Mother.

- How did it go today?
- Fine.

Oh, this is Mr. Mannix.
My daughter Dorothy.

- How do you do?
- He's a private investigator.

Mother, Mr. Mannix and
I had better talk alone.

We'll go outside.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary. I
was going to take my nap anyway.

What did you say to her?

Not much of anything,
except what I do for a living.

She immediately jumped to the
conclusion that I was hired by Mrs. Bowman.

And were you?

No.

Then why are you here?

Do you know a
Mr. and Mrs. Coverly?

No. Should I?

They left the restaurant the
same time you did Saturday night.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Do you mind telling me what you
saw on the way out of the restaurant?

Why, nothing.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

We just got our
cars, and we left.

And nothing unusual happened

from the time you left the
restaurant until you drove away?

What do you mean by unusual?

A crime, maybe.

Miss Henry, if you withhold
knowledge of a crime,

they can charge
you as an accessory.

You don't frighten
me, Mr. Mannix.

Something's frightened you.

Mr. Mannix, my mother means a great
deal to me. Do you understand that?

I won't do anything or say
anything that might endanger her life.

Well, if you were a witness to something,
the police can protect you and your mother.

For how long? A few weeks?

A few months maybe?

I'm not stupid, Mr. Mannix.

Now will you please leave?

All right, Miss Henry.

But if you do change
your mind, you will call me?

Hello.

How's your mother
feeling, Miss Henry?

I asked you a
question, Miss Henry.

She's... She's fine.

Good.

What did Mr. Mannix want?

He thinks I might have
been a witness to something.

But of course you weren't.

No.

You're a very
intelligent young lady.

Take care of
yourself, Miss Henry.

And of your mother.

Accidents can happen so
easily these days, you know?

Yes.

In fact, I heard Mr. Mannix is about to
have one not too far from your place.

Yeah?

Salvage, do you
know it is after 5?

Our customers don't
like to park their own cars.

Salvage?

This is Joe Mannix.

Salvage won't be there.

He's dead.

Well, I thought he might have
stopped there with Robbie on his way.

Well, if he does, will
you send him home?

Thanks, Ruth.

Nora. Nothing's wrong.

Where is he?

He probably forgot
about the time.

He's on his way.

His dinner is ready, and he
has never forgotten about...

Honey, this is silly. He's
only a few minutes late.

Twenty isn't a few. He
is twenty minutes late.

And I am calling the police.

Nora, if we call anybody, it
should be Mannix, shouldn't it?

All right.

I'd like the number
of Joe Mannix.

He's a private investigator.

No, no, I don't
know the address.

Hi. What's for dinner?

Dennis, where have you been?

Had a flat and
walked my bike home.

What's for dinner?

Meat loaf.

Meat loaf? Yecch!

Uh, don't bother, Operator.

Thank you.

Joe, you said you wanted to know

if something turned up that might
have happened Saturday night.

Yeah, what have you got?

Well, we picked up a floater a
while ago off the Venice pier...

A girl named Beverly North.

Medical examiner says she died some time
between forty and forty-eight hours ago.

That would make
it Saturday night.

- Homicide?
- No, suicide. She walked in the ocean.

Well, she could have been put
in the water after she was dead.

There was water in her lungs.

Well, now, a smart killer
would know how to do that, too.

It's possible that she could
have been killed someplace else...

And someplace else was the parking
area where Salvage worked, right?

If you say so, Adam.

Joe, the North
girl's landlady said

she'd been nervous and
depressed the past couple of weeks.

Hit the bottle pretty hard, see?

Uh, I think she just thought
she was better off dead, that's all.

Things aren't always
what they look like, Adam.

Yeah, well, this one is.

We found her clothes, her shoes,
her purse right where she left them...

In a neat little pile
next to the water's edge.

That's typical suicide.

Come on now, that could
have been stage-managed, too.

Oh, Joe, people do kill themselves,
you know, sometimes on purpose.

Yeah, well, Jim Salvage didn't.

That was accidental overdose.

I don't believe that
was an accident, Adam.

I believe that he was paid
off to keep his mouth shut,

used that money to
buy the new bike I saw,

thought he could get
more, and it cost him his life.

Joe, he was a user.
Probably a pusher, too.

All right, he made a good
score... He celebrated too long.

And those two attempts
on my life today?

Accidental too, huh?

This may come as a
severe shock to you,

but you're not too
popular in certain quarters.

You ought to be
used to that by now.

Oh, thanks.

By the way, we found
this in the girl's apartment.

What's that?

Sherwin Kane.

Who's he?

A lawyer. Works
for Kevin Archer.

Archer? Why didn't
you tell me that before?

Because I didn't want
you to get all excited.

I told you, Adam, Archer
has a standing reservation

at that restaurant
every Saturday night.

You also told me he
didn't use it Saturday night.

Well, that's what the maitre d' said.
Which doesn't necessarily make it so.

- Have you talked to Kane?
- Not yet.

You want to come along?

I'll give you one guess.

Beverly North.

When did you see her last?

Oh, several months ago.

We were very close for a while.

Such a lovely girl.

I'm not entirely
surprised, though.

She was very unpredictable.

Especially when she drank.

Any particular reason you
stopped seeing her, Mr. Kane?

No.

It just happened.

Her idea or yours?

I don't have to talk
to him. You know?

Look, Lieutenant, if you don't
mind, Mr. Kane and I have work to do.

Sure, Mr. Archer.

Thanks for your
cooperation, Mr. Kane.

Joe.

You know, Mr. Archer, you
really should do something

about the people
who work for you.

Why? I'm satisfied.

After those two foul-ups today?
And the garage and on the road?

You are easy to please.

It's the old story, Mr. Archer.

If you want something done
right, you just have to do it yourself.

Good night, gentlemen.

He's just trying to needle you.

He hasn't got
anything... nothing at all.

No.

But he's right.

I haven't got one good man.

Not one who can find
his nose with both hands.

There's only one sure
way to get rid of Mr. Mannix.

Careful, Kevin.

That temper of yours is
going to get you into trouble.

Just like it did Saturday night.

I told you about that.

Now, nobody walks out on me.

I told her if she got out of that car,
it'd be the last thing she ever did.

Well, I don't know.

- Going after Mannix yourself.
- Oh, don't be stupid.

Just get someone who
knows what he's doing.

Hm.

In the meantime,

Mannix is going to be busy.

Yeah.

He's contacted everyone
except George Bowman.

He'll get there sooner or later.

Hello.

How are you, Mr. Bowman?

And how's your charming wife?

Fine.

Just fine.

I'm glad to hear that.

And I'm sure you'll be glad to
hear that Miss Henry is just fine, too.

I don't happen to have
those shipping dates with me.

They're at the office.

Oh, Mrs. Bowman
is with you, is she?

You're being very smart,
Mr. Bowman. Just keep it up.

And try not to be too upset just
because we keep checking on you.

Well I... I can understand.

We like to keep an
eye on our friends.

And you never know when one
of our people may drop in on you.

I see.

What was the name
of your representative?

If he has to call on
you, you'll know him.

Nice talking to you, Mr. Bowman.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.

Will you fix one for me,
too, please, George?

Sure.

Thank you.

That wasn't being very
discreet... Phoning you here.

What?

She must be getting very sure
of herself to call you at home.

That was a business call, Clare.

I don't understand what you're
talking about. I really don't.

I know all about it, George.

About what?

George, I tried, but I just
couldn't stand it any longer.

I hired an investigator.

I'm sorry and
terribly embarrassed.

But it wasn't easy having to tell a perfect
stranger all about our personal life.

Clare...

Please... I just didn't
know what else to do.

If you'd been the kind of man who
had done this sort of thing quite often,

I guess I'd know
how to cope with it,

but I don't think you've ever
looked at another woman

all during our
marriage until now.

Clare, I never did. Believe me.

Please, let me finish before
I make a fool of myself.

If I hadn't thought we
had a good marriage,

I don't think I would
have done anything at all.

It is a good marriage, Clare.

For what it's worth, I've made
up my mind not to see her again.

That phone call,
that wasn't Dorothy.

It was...

I've got to go out, Clare.

Yes, of course.

It's not what you think.

I've got to go downtown.

Downtown?

To the Police Department.

George, why?

Something I've got
to straighten out.

- What?
- It's better that you don't know.

I see.

Believe me.

Honey, we can straighten
things out. I know we can.

I know I've been stupid
about more than one thing,

but I'm going to
straighten everything out.

Clare, I don't want
to talk to anybody.

I'll go see who it is.

Yes?

- Mrs. Bowman?
- Yes.

My name is Mannix. I'd
like to talk to your husband.

I'm sorry.

It's very important.

I don't know...

I think your husband might
be in danger, Mrs. Bowman.

If I could just talk
to him for a moment.

Oh. Well...

Come in, Mr. Mannix.

Here.

George?

George?

He was right here.

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

He said he was
going to the police.

Mr. Mannix, can
you tell me what...

I think I'd better get
downtown, Mrs. Bowman,

and see if I can
catch your husband.

I'll call ahead and tell
him he's on his way.

Adam, Bowman get here yet?

He didn't make it, Joe.

He knew he might be
followed, so he took a back road.

It didn't do him any good.

He skidded off the
top of Mulholland Drive.

There were two
sets of tire tracks.

Hello.

Good morning. Can I help you?

I'm Mrs. George Bowman.

I'd like to see Mr. Mannix.

Oh, yes.

Mrs. Bowman here to see you.

Please, come in.

Mr. Mannix...

Mrs. Bowman, I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Please sit down.

Would you like some
coffee or something?

No, thanks.

Mr. Mannix, George and I
were married for a long time.

We had a good marriage.

And it would have been
good again. I'm sure of it.

We had certain problems.

He was seeing another woman.

I think you know about that.

But there was something
else, wasn't there?

Something he wanted
to tell the police about.

Yes.

Do you know what it was?

Well, he may have
been a witness to a crime.

Oh.

Well, then, that
would explain this.

It came this morning.

Funny.

In all the years we were married,
I never once opened his mail.

But today it didn't
seem to matter.

"It is your duty
to tell the police."

Does it help you?

Yes. It just might, Mrs. Bowman.

I'm glad.

I feel it's my fault in a way.

If I had told him what I suspected
instead of going out and hiring someone...

then it would have been
out in the open between us,

and then maybe...

Maybe he would never have been
at that restaurant Saturday night.

I don't see what this has
to do with us, Mr. Mannix.

Well, it was addressed
to a Mr. George Bowman.

He was one of the people that came
out of the restaurant Saturday night

the same time you did.

It was delivered to me
this morning by his widow.

His widow?

Bowman was killed last night.

And the night before, the parking
attendant died from an overdose of drugs.

You could be next. Or Dennis.

Donald?

Nora.

We didn't see anything.

You're not talking because somebody's
putting pressure on you, aren't they?

I'm telling you... we
didn't see anything.

Donald, tell him!

I can't stand it anymore.

- Nora!
- Please, Donald, tell him.

I can't sleep, and I can't
take another minute of it!

Now you tell him, or I will!

All right. Uh...

I don't know
where it'll lead us,

but it can't be any worse
than the last few days.

We've been getting phone calls
threatening Dennis if we didn't keep quiet.

And then this morning, as if
it wasn't bad enough already,

this.

It's the same as the others.

All right.

Now exactly what did you see?

We saw a girl hit by a
car... Run down deliberately.

Or at least we think
that's what happened.

You meant there's some doubt?

The car drove away
before we got there,

and then, when we did,
there was nothing to see.

But it did happen.
There was a girl.

Yes. Her name was Beverly North.

Do you think you could recognize the
driver of that car if you saw him again?

You mean could we
pick him out of a lineup?

Yes.

I'll see that you're both
protected and Dennis, too.

No, no. It isn't that. It's just
that it all happened so fast.

Even if we were put face-to-face
with the driver, we couldn't be sure.

Hmm. What about the car?

Sports car...
blue... that's all.

What does this mean?

Well, it means that
somebody else out there

is putting on a different
sort of pressure.

If I'm not too far off base,

there'll be a third letter delivered
to the only other witness still alive.

"Miss Dorothy Henry,
2430 Brimmer Street."

I stopped by to show her the other
two letters, and up popped hers.

That makes all three.

That's getting the message out
to the whole constituency, isn't it?

Yeah. Who's your candidate
for Mr. Scissors and Paste, Joe?

Well, whoever it is, he's
out to nail Kevin Archer.

He doesn't want
Archer as much as I do.

Let's face it there's
no case here.

You claim Archer ran the girl
down in the underground garage,

got somebody to
get rid of the body,

then got on the telephone to the
witnesses and scared them out of talking.

So prove it.

It's got to be Archer.
The M.O. is all his.

Trying to have me killed,

having Bowman run off the cliff,

arranging an overdose
for Jim Salvage.

It's Archer all the way.

And all you've got
is theories, Joe,

and some witnesses you can't count
on because it was too dark in the garage.

I'll tell you one thing, Adam.

Whoever sent those letters
knew who the witnesses were

and knew exactly what
happened in that garage.

Why doesn't he come forward
instead of cluttering up the mails?

Well... maybe it just
wouldn't be good for business.

Mr. Mannix,

now, why would I do a stupid
thing like sending these notes?

You're hoping that at least one of
them will crack and go to the police

and then, first thing you know,
Kevin Archer is indicted for murder.

Who picks up the
marbles? Sherwin Kane.

You've really got
an imagination.

And you'd be in the clear.

You know as much about Archer's
operations as he does himself.

And outside of pure greed,

there could be another reason
you'd like to nail Archer to the wall.

Yeah? What would that be?

Beverly North.

She was your girlfriend,
and Archer took her away.

And then he killed her.

- Fascinating theory.
- Isn't it?

All right.

Just what do you
intend to do about it?

The networks and the newspapers
will have these notes in a few minutes.

By tomorrow, anybody that can read or hear
will know about them, including Archer.

I'd say it would take him about two
minutes to figure out who sent them.

Mannix.

All right, I'll take those.

It's a little late
for that, Kane.

The police have copies.

So what do you want from me?

Well, you came
here for a reason.

Otherwise, you would have
already published those things.

I want Archer.

I want you to go to the
D.A. and tell him everything.

The girl's murder first and
everything else there is,

including Jim Salvage
and George Bowman.

Well, now. Get
his gun. Frisk him.

Kevin, I...

I don't think you can tell me
anything I haven't heard already.

I've had this place bugged since
the first day you moved into it.

All right, Smitty.

The papers.

Goodbye, Sherwin.

Hold it!

Adam!

Freeze!

Thanks, Joe.

Hey, you cut it pretty
close, didn't you, Adam?

- Huh?
- You cut it close.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry about that.

Dennis, I can't take it, really.

Why not?

Well, now, you've heard of
public relations, haven't you?

Yeah.

Well, uh, this case has probably
done more to help my image

than anything
I've done in years.

Why, I'm getting so much
business, I can't handle it.

That phone never stops ringing.

- You sure now?
- Positive.

See?

Boy, I can sure use this.

I've been saving
up for a new bike.

So long, Mr. Mannix. And thanks.

So long, Dennis.

Hey, who was on the phone?

Wrong number.

Maybe I should've
kept that money.