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Mr. Moore?

Thanks for coming, Mr. Mannix.

Say, I'm curious, uh...
Why all the way out here?

Well, I don't want anyone to know
that I'm hiring a private investigator.

It could be bad for
my son's reputation.

What does your son
have to do with it?

He's disappeared.

He's 19... a junior at Western
Pacific. He, uh, plays basketball.

Cal Moore?

Uh-huh.

I haven't seen or heard
from him since Sunday.

He missed last night's
game against State.

Yes, I know.

Well could he be in
some kind of trouble?

What 19-year-old
couldn't be in trouble?

No, I don't think so but
nowadays how does a man know.

And nobody's tried to contact you, uh...
no hint that it might be a kidnapping?

Oh, no, nothing.

Oh, some of the sportswriters called
when Cal missed the State game...

And his coach, Pete
Sangree. But that's all.

I know something's
wrong, Mr. Mannix.

You see we, uh, we're supposed
to go away next Saturday...

After the Canfer
game... on a hunting trip.

We, uh, go away every year.

That trip's a very important
thing for me and for Cal.

Oh... Hunting trip... We
never even shoot anything,

we just get away from
everything else... Talk... wander.

All right, Mr. Moore.
I'll get to work on it.

I'll start at the University.

Got a hot one for you.

Who do you think just went in?

Joe Mannix.

You and 10,000 fans would like to
know where Cal was last night, Joe...

Including me.

What can you tell
me about him, Pete?

Oh, he's got a great corner shot
and defenses. He's like Elgin Baylor.

That's not going
to help me find him.

It would on a basketball floor.

What about his
private life, Pete?

Even disposition,
physical health good,

carries a 3.4
scholastic average,

keeps pretty much to himself.

And he defenses
like Elgin Baylor.

Has he been making his classes?

Not this week and
he hasn't been home.

I talked to his father.

He said not to worry, it
was a personal matter.

Is that why you're here,
Joe? Should I worry?

Not yet, Pete.

Uh... you'll tell me when?

I'll tell you when.

Uh... on the road, who
does Cal room with?

Geoff Blandin.

Yeah. Thanks, Pete.

I'll be in touch.

Tim, give Mr. Mannix the ball, and
he'll show us how it ought to be done.

Okay, Coach.

Cover him, Tim.

Okay, Coach.

Hey, not bad.

For a rookie.

Joe.

No street shoes on
the gym floor, huh?

- Oh, Geoff.
- Yo.

My name is Joe Mannix.
You got a minute?

- Sure, if I can keep shootin'.
- Oh, sure.

I'm looking for Cal Moore. The coach
said you might be able to help me.

You ask his girl?

No, I didn't. Uh, who is she?

Nobody knows, man, nobody knows.

- Is there a girl?
- Sure.

Every night we're on the road,
he kicks me out of the room at 6:00

so he can call her.

He calls her every night?

6:00, straight up and down.

Off the record, Geoff, do you think
Cal might be in some kind of trouble?

Not unless somebody
put a gun to his head.

Did he use, uh,
pot, or drop acid?

No way.

Who'd he buddy with?

Me, man.

Nobody else?

Nobody but that chick.

Well... thanks, Geoff.

Just a second. You the fuzz?

No, just a fan.

Well, fan, I want to tell you,

unless somebody turns Cal up
before we start this tournament,

we're going to be in bad shape.

Well I'll see what I can do.

Don't talk about it, man, do it.

- Yeah. Stay loose.
- Okay.

He just came out.

You want me to follow him?

Okay, I'll stay put.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

What'd you get?

Can I have a few seconds
to catch my breath?

One.

Go.

Alton K. Moore, very
rich, very successful.

He's a conglomerate
by nature and design.

He's got holdings all over the
world, pick a business and he's in it.

Wife?

Died eleven years ago.

Mr. Moore dates,
but he's unattached.

Moves in the best of circles,
knows the right people.

Supports charities, gives
pictures to museums.

Last year Renoir,
this year Degas.

What have you got on his son?

Very tall, very athletic,

and very independent.

Works summers.

Last summer at a dude ranch in
Arizona, place called the Lazy Ace,

activities director.

Summer before that, deckhand on a
commercial fishing boat out of San Pedro.

Other than that, he's
known as a loner,

does his homework,
doesn't belong to a fraternity.

And that is that.

Peggy, get Pete
Sangree on the phone.

Find out where the team stayed on
that road trip to Portland and Seattle.

Then call every hotel and
find out what number Cal Moore

called every night at 6:00, huh?

Right.

How about some coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

Am I allowed a lunch?

One.

Well, do you remember that
case when we had to find out

where a car was bought,

and it turned out to be the same
place I take my car for repairs.

That's wonderful, Peggy.

No, but seriously, Joe.

There's another one of those
wild coincidences in this case.

One of the many partners
of Mr. Alton K. Moore,

was a certain Wallace Schneider.

The man who was
shot last Saturday night?

The same.

And another thing, Wallace
Schneider owned the dude ranch

that Cal Moore
worked at last summer.

Well now, that's
worth checking out.

Oh, and, Peggy, next
time you get a hunch,

don't keep it a
secret... feel free.

Just happened to be in
the neighborhood, huh?

Just passing by, Adam.

Uh-huh. Nothing
really on your mind,

just dropped in to say hello?

Oh I'm like that. Get
an idea, there I am.

You're not going to tell me

what the real
reason is, huh, Joe?

Well now, Adam, it's just a friendly
visit. Is there anything wrong with that?

No, not at all.

It's very kind of you.

Trust your fellow man, Adam.

Yeah, well I do, Joe.

I do.

All right.

All right, I'm here because
I'm worried about you.

Thanks.

Any particular reason?

Yeah... yeah, you're working
on the Schneider murder.

According to the
papers it's a heavy one.

I just thought you might like
to unload some of the burden.

How does it look?

Grim.

Any motive yet?

We're empty.

Well it certainly
wasn't robbery.

No, it reads like
a well-planned hit.

Schneider had twenty
partners in twenty businesses.

We tried that, we
came out blank.

Each business was set up
so that if one partner died,

the other partner
became sole owner,

but that's a tax
dodge, nothing else.

Partners didn't need the
money, man, they're loaded.

What about the actual hit?

How many were involved in it?

Well, two.

The one Schneider
killed was from Peoria.

Did some muscle work freelancing

and then disappeared.

Now the Chicago police think he went
to work for the Costa Nostra as a hit man,

but nothing tangible there.

Name was Petey Corman.

Petey Corman?

What about the other one?

Well we have some
footprints and a fact.

Either this guy was 9 feet tall or
he was some kind of an athlete,

because he jumped up,

caught the upstairs patio
and he hauled himself up.

Well that's something, not much.

We also found three
brown hairs up on that patio.

Now we don't know whether those hairs
belong to a housepainter or a plumber

or something, but there
are three brown hairs.

The lab make any
guess about the age?

18 to 28.

Well in other words, you're looking for
a young, male athlete with brown hair?

Right.

Well, you've got yourself
quite a chore, Adam.

We figured that out, Joe.

Hey, what kind of a case, did
you say you were working on?

Well I didn't say.

Joe just because the description

Adam gave you fits Cal Moore,
doesn't mean it was Cal Moore.

Doesn't mean it wasn't, either.

What are you going
to tell his father?

Well I've got until
10:00 to decide that one.

Another secret meeting?

Yeah and I'm beginning
to get the feeling

that Papa wants
those secret meetings

because he thinks Cal is in a real jam
and doesn't want the police involved.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh hi, Sue.

You did! Oh, that's great!

Thanks a lot!

Hold on a second.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Got it. Thanks, Sue.

Telephone number
and the extension

that Cal Moore called
every night at 6:00.

Give it a try and make it
sound like a business call.

Right.

Ah seven... seven
nine nine eight, please.

Are you ready? It's
your old alma mater.

Hello.

Where?

Oh, I'm sorry I must have
gotten the wrong extension.

No, no, I'll look it up.

Thank you.

It's the research
library at the University.

Twenty minutes to 6.

- Library?
- Yeah.

If Cal's on that same schedule I want
to see who picks up that telephone.

Excuse me.

May I help you? I'm
trying to locate Cal Moore.

He's a student.

I'm afraid I don't know him.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Well now, he called this
extension every night last week.

Four times the week
before all promptly at 6:00.

I wouldn't know about that.

You see, I was spending a
perfectly miserable vacation

on the beach at Waikiki
for those two weeks.

Well who was on duty?

Oh, Ann Collier.

Oh, is that the
girl that just left?

No, that was Brenda.

Ann is a student in
the music department.

Do you have her home address?
It's very important that I talk to her.

Now look, Cal Moore's on the
basketball team. He's missing.

The athletic department
asked me to find him.

Ann Collier might
be able to help me.

Weren't you on the basketball
team here yourself once?

Some time ago.

You were good!

Thank you.

Ann takes care of a beach house for
a professor on sabbatical in Europe.

It's down at Paradise Cove.

Here he comes.

Mannix is about to take
off. Looks like he's in a hurry.

Right. Follow him.

Cal,

I can't help if I don't
know why you're hiding.

Listen, now you're tearing
yourself apart inside,

and there's nothing I can do
to make it any easier for you.

I've told you, Ann,
there's nothing you can do.

You've got to let me
handle this my way.

Hey.

It's a car.

Now don't get excited.
Everything's going to be just fine.

Now don't tell me, fellas.

I got the wrong house, right?

That chick at that
party really stiffed me.

Gave me the wrong address.
Well, win a few, lose a few.

- Sorry.
- Uh.

When you're through with
your song and dance, Mannix,

tell us why you're
looking for Cal Moore.

Well, now, who's Cal Moore?

Tell him who he is, Leo.

We've got to get out of here.

Once again, Mannix,

why are you looking for Cal
Moore and who hired you?

How did they find me?

How did they find you?

I don't know, Cal.

Come on.

Did you find him?

Maybe I've stopped looking.

It all depends on some
answers you're going to give me.

Answers?

What's your son
mixed up in, Mr. Moore?

Gambling? Narcotics?

Or is it murder?

What?

What murder?

How about Wallace
Schneider's, for openers?

You think my son
killed Wally Schneider?

Why, that's preposterous.
Cal never even knew him.

He worked on a dude
ranch owned by Schneider.

I didn't know that.

But even so, why
would you think...

Let me ask you why.

Why all the secrecy?

Why can't I call you at your
office and use my name?

Why this meeting
here in a warehouse?

I told you. My
son's reputation's...

No, no, Mr. Moore.
You've got another reason.

Maybe I can tell you what it is.

There's no other reason.

You think your
son's in big trouble,

and you want me to find him
before somebody else does.

All right.

When the police questioned me
about Wally Schneider's murder,

they... they asked about
a tall, athletic young man.

It didn't mean anything to me,

I didn't even realize
the description fit Cal.

Then Cal didn't come home
that night or the next day.

I didn't know Schneider
owned the ranch

where Cal worked until
I saw it in the papers.

Then I realized how
bad it would look.

That's when I hired you.

But Cal didn't kill
anybody. He couldn't!

Then why did two
professional hoods

work me over to find out
why I'm looking for him?

And why should they
care who hired me?

I don't know...
How would I know?

All I know is that Cal
didn't kill anybody.

- Then why is he hiding?
- I don't know. Maybe those two men...

Maybe they're...
maybe they're gamblers.

Maybe they want Cal
to shave some points.

I don't know why
he's hiding, Mannix.

What if I find him and find
out he is involved in murder?

He's not.

If he is,

I go straight to the police.

I knew that when I hired you.

All right, Mr. Moore as long
as you know where I stand.

Just find him... please.

You've got some of your
people out looking for my son.

Why?

Looks like I missed a great
party, Adam. Who threw it?

I thought you could tell me.

It's probably some of my pals just getting
us a head start on our spring cleaning.

Okay, Joe, but these
pals weren't playing games.

If they come back to look
some more, wear a helmet.

Yeah.

Peggy. is there a chance you'll
know if something's missing

before you straighten
up this mess?

On golden time,
I'll try anything.

Looks like they paid a lot of
attention to the file drawer marked "M".

The Moore file?

Uh-uh. I haven't
started one yet.

What about those
notes on the case?

I left them on my desk.

Well, how are you going to find
anything in that disaster area?

Don't confuse messiness
with inefficiency.

If the notes are
here, I'll find them.

See?

Something's missing.

Yeah, what's that?

A piece of paper, the
phone number I chased down

The university
library. It's gone.

Call and see if
there's anybody there.

At midnight?

What kind of
libraries do you go to?

Oh, good morning.

You keep long hours.

I'm standing in for
Brenda this morning.

Oh I'm sorry you missed
seeing Ann, last night.

How did you know I missed her?

Why, your assistant told me.

My assistant?

The tall young
man you sent here.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I called his exchange
and told him I'd handle it.

I guess he didn't call in.

How much did I miss him by?

Oh, just by a few moments.

You can probably catch up
with him at the Rodriguezes'.

That's where he's going.

Ann gives free
piano lessons there.

Bye, Missus Rodriguez.
I'll see you next week.

Wait outside.

Come with us,
everything will be fine.

Leave me alone.

- Ann.
- Leave me alone!

Ann, listen, it's all right.

My name is Joe Mannix.
Cal's father hired me to find him.

- Now where is he?
- I don't know where he is.

I don't know anything.

Now listen, I don't know why
those men are looking for Cal,

but I know they're
out to hurt him.

I don't know anything.

Now that may be the
truth, Ann. But if it's not,

you're only making sure that
he'll be alone when they find him.

Now Cal's life may
depend on what you do.

- How do I know you're not lying to me?
- All right, then, don't trust me.

- But go to the police. Tell them.
- I can't...

- Why?
- Because Cal said if...

You do know where he is.

Cal didn't do anything.
I know he didn't...

Ann, you've got
to trust somebody.

But how do I know
I can trust you?

All right, look, don't
tell me, tell the police.

But for Cal's sake, you've
got to trust somebody, now!

All right. I'll take you there.

Good girl.

Come on, let's go.

Cal.

Cal.

I know you're here.

Please. Mr. Mannix is with
me. He wants to help you.

Some men came to
the Rodriguezes' house.

They tried to kidnap me.

They wanted me to tell
them where you were.

Cal, please, won't
you just listen to him?

I know he's here.

Cal.

I'm a private investigator.

I know you're in trouble,
I'd like to help you.

Don't try to come up here.

Why are you looking for me?

Your father hired me.

Huh. That's beautiful.

Cal, I don't know
what this is all about.

Why are those
hoods looking for you?

You tell my father that if
anything happens to Ann,

anything, he'll never
know where I put it.

Put what?

He'll know.

You just tell him.

What does your father have to
do with this... with those hoods?

You really don't know, do you?

Why don't you come on down here

and we'll go to your
father and talk to him?

You've got to be kidding. I
wouldn't make it up the front steps

and neither would you!

All right, if you can't
go to your father,

I'll bring him here.

No, not here.

All right.

You call him.

Annie knows where I'll be.

Cal!

Mannix just got here.

We'll wait for you.

Mr. Moore.

- You're Ann?
- Yes.

Where's Cal?

- You're sure you weren't followed?
- Yes, I did everything you told me to.

Where's Cal?

He's back here.

Cal?

Ann, now why don't you
stay out here on the deck?

If you see anybody coming
towards us, you let me know, huh?

- But I...
- Now, it's important.

Okay.

- Cal.
- Cal!

Cal, don't back away from me.

Involuntary reflex, Dad.

Self-preservation, fear,
put any tag you want to on it.

You think I'd hurt you, son?

Yeah, I think you might.

Well, you're the most important
thing in the world to me, Cal.

Sure, Dad.

You came for the book, right?

I came for you...

and the book.

Well, I'm not so sure
I'm going to give it to you.

You see, Mr. Mannix,
what we have here

is a really contemporary
moral dilemma.

My dad did a very
solid job of raising me,

and I turned out to be a totally
square guy with all the right values.

Sound mind in a sound
body, the whole shot.

A kid who spent his life thinking
Alton K. Moore was some kind of saint.

Last Sunday I picked
up the newspaper

and found out my dad
has this one tiny flaw.

Saint Alton kills people.

Cal!

My problem, Mr. Mannix, is
do I turn my dad in to the police

or do I switch off all the values, and
ethics and morals I've ever learned

or do I run?

Son, don't go so far
we can't get out again.

Don't give me any
more advice, Dad.

You fouled out of the
game a long time ago.

I really don't know
what to do, Mr. Mannix.

I'm such a cube
and so damn dumb.

Ethics and morals
aren't dumb, Cal.

But let's start with what
you saw in Sunday's paper

that makes you think
your dad's a murderer.

Mr. Mannix, I think
we're in the middle

of a plain, old-fashioned
family misunderstanding.

You did your job, and very
well, you're a professional.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, is this an exit cue?

An exit cue with gratitude.

If you'll bill me at the office.

Mr. Moore.

When you hire me,
you hire my conscience.

Right now my conscience is
wondering what I might've gotten Cal into

by finding him for you.

Until I get a really
great answer to that,

I stay.

Son, if we don't
say another word

if we take the book, if
we go straight home,

I promise you everything
will be all right again.

All right again?

You can't unmurder a man, Dad.

Even Alton K.
Moore can't do that.

You saw the
newspapers on Sunday.

Then you saw the pictures of
Mr. Schneider and Petey Corman.

I saw them.

Corman was over at our house
Saturday night with a man named Harry.

I heard them talking
about Wally Schneider.

Dad was very angry
about something.

He told Petey that whatever he
wanted done would pay five big ones.

$5,000?

Is that the scale for
a hit now, Mr. Moore?

I was in the den, flaked out on
the sofa, reading the sports pages.

They were in the living room.

When they were through, Harry
came in to pick up a pack of cigarettes

and saw me.

Harry saw you, Cal?

He knew that you overheard?

Sure, he could tell.

But he just stood and looked at me
for about a three-count and walked out.

So after putting Saturday
night's eavesdropping together

with Sunday's newspapers the
only thing I could think of was splitting.

I grabbed their precious
account book and took off.

Now Harry knows I know.

That sort of explains the
sudden flap among the nasties

when you dropped out of sight.

I wish I'd known that about Harry.
That's why they moved so fast.

When you missed the game,
they knew you'd left home.

The first thing they
asked about was the book.

And you told them?

I stalled, but my time is up.

I have to produce
you and the book.

I don't think I need tell you
the alternative, Mr. Mannix.

And this book,
what's in it they want?

Everything, names,
dates, amounts.

Enough to put a multimillion-dollar
operation out of business

- and a lot of men in prison.
- What's the operation?

That really doesn't
concern you, does it?

Well, it concerns me.

You talk about going
back... Back to what, Dad?

What is it we do?

I guess I owe you the truth.

There's a term in the
rackets, "skimming,"

it's the money taken off the
top in a gambling operation.

Undeclared cash, untraceable.

Cal, I wheel that money
into legitimate business.

Wally Schneider was one of the
so-called straight businessmen.

Except Schneider
wanted it both ways,

clean hands and a
full cut of the operation.

So you had him killed.

Not precisely.

I... I got the order

and relayed it to
Corman and Harry.

And you paid them.

I paid them.

Then, that's murder, Dad.

Why?

How did you get so far in?

Oh, what's the
difference, son, really?

Could you handle it more
easily if I said it was for you,

for better schools,
social contacts.

I might've bought that
answer a couple of years ago.

Right. So why kid ourselves?
Why cop out, hmm?

Everybody I've ever heard
who was up against the wall,

as I am now with you,

says it was a gradual thing.

They were in what they thought
was a perfectly respectable business

until suddenly, one
day, they found out

that they were in over
their heads, trapped.

Oh, rubbish, Cal!

You always have your choice.

There's always one 'yes' or 'no'
that puts you in or keeps you straight.

I said yes when you
were 8 years old, Cal.

And the money got better...

and the work got dirtier.

I was never dishonest with
myself about my reasons

or about my chances of
coming out of this on top.

I've faced this day
for a long time, son.

Now I'm dead here with you.

And I'm dead out there.

What are you saying, Moore?

Are you saying that Harry and
some of his bullies are out there?

That you brought them?

Brought them?

No, I didn't have to
bring them, Mr. Mannix.

They're just always there

like the tattoo you
got when you were 18

and wish you could forget.

I'm going to have
to take the book out,

and try to convince them that
everything's been straightened out.

We'll have to play it their way.

Except for one
thing, Moore, Cal.

He knows about the murder
and he's seen the book.

Your son's a loose end, and the people
you work for don't like loose ends, Moore.

How about not playing it
their way, just this once.

How about playing it like the man
your son always thought you were?

Give the book to
the District Attorney.

Turn State's evidence.

You'll both get protection.

If that book has the kind
of dynamite you say it has,

those hoods won't be around to bother
you or anybody else for a long time.

They're coming. Men
are searching the boats.

Mr. Moore?

Get us out.

I'll give the book
to the police.

All right. Now, there's a marine
radio above on the bridge.

Did you ever operate one?

I have a yacht, Mr. Mannix.

- I can handle the radio.
- Great.

Alert the Coast Guard to call the
police. Cal, you and Ann stay right here.

I'll see if I can
buy us some time.

Cal, however this turns out,

I'd like to say one thing.

A father is always a
great target for his son.

Fathers are always
supposed to be perfect,

unflawed.

Unfortunately, even the good
ones sometimes make mistakes,

and I wasn't a very
good one, was I?

You have all the idealism
in the world going for you.

It can't be easy for you to
forgive someone as close

as important as a father.

It can't be easy,

but don't give
up on me just yet.

All right?

Mayday.

Repeat. Mayday!

Coast Guard. What's the trouble?

Sid?

Sid, you find something?

Sid?

Go get the boy.
Leave the car here.

Harry!

Would my father have
done it, Mr. Mannix?

Would he have turned himself in?

I think he proved that.

I know how it must have hurt
when you found out what he did.

Don't forget one thing.

Don't forget the kind
of father he was to you.

He really loved you, Cal.

Thanks, Mr. Mannix.