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Joe!

Hey, I thought you were
going all the way to the top.

- Well, I did.
- You sure dropped down in a hurry.

Well, I had to. It must have
been 10 degrees below up there.

Oh, it's pretty cold right here. We
were hoping a St. Bernard would find us.

I'll tell you what I'll do...

I'll have some hot rum grogs
waiting for you down at the pub

the minute you come through
the door. How does that sound?

Oh, like new life!

One order coming up.

- Go ahead. My safety strap's come loose.
- Okay.

Oh!

♪♪

How's your drink, Paula?

It's all right.

Maybe you'd like another kind?

No.

- Marie?
- Oh, hello, Mrs. Corot.

You look frozen.
Why don't you join us?

I'd love to, but there's a hot
rum already waiting for me.

Our loss.

Your cold seems better.

Yes, your pills seem to have
done the trick, Dr. Wellesley.

Thank you for
coming to my rescue.

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hi, there's a hot buttered rum.

Ah! And I am ready
for it. Where's Barbara?

Give her a chance. You
just got here yourself.

She came down ahead of me.

I've had my eye on the
door. She hasn't come in yet.

Sköl.

Joe?

Something's wrong.

Something's happened to her.

Why do you say that?

I don't know. I just feel it.

While we were skiing.

It was horrible.

No, nothing at all.

I'm fine... absolutely fine.

But I couldn't reach Dad,

and I wanted to get word to him
before he heard it on the news.

Would you please?

Yeah... find him

and make sure he
understands that I'm all right.

Thank you.

Bye.

Is this all complete
now, Miss Fenlon?

- I believe so.
- Fine.

Much obliged for your
cooperation. Yours, too, Mr. Mannix.

Sheriff, I'm curious,

in the coroner's
preliminary examination,

did anything unusual turn up?

If you mean were there
any marks or injuries

not wholly
attributable to the fall,

the answer is no.

Why?

Was there someone with
reason to hurt that girl?

Well, apparently not,
according to Miss Fenlon.

Then what made you ask?

Well, there's something about
the geography that bothers me.

Mind if I show you?

Go ahead.

Now, uh...

the three of us were
right about here.

That's right... Shinbone Ridge.

Now the ski trail to the lodge
starts out slightly southwest

until you hit this dog leg and shoots
directly south right into the lodge.

Uh-huh.

Barbara's body was
found about here.

Now that's quite a distance
east of the ski run, isn't it?

That's right.

Well, that's what bothers me.
Now Barbara was an expert skier.

She knew the slopes. What
was she doing way over here?

Mr. Mannix...

you're not too familiar
with our mountain, are you?

No, I just arrived yesterday.

Then I'll bet you're not aware
that you can swing off Shinbone,

lay over real tight and wrap all the
way around to the east face of Jackboot.

No, I didn't realize that.

You, Miss Fenlon?

Well, I never tried it,
but yes, I know about it.

- Your friend did, too, didn't she?
- I suppose so.

Well, there's your answer...
The girl was heading for Jackboot.

Now my guess is she
didn't lay over soon enough

and she was just roaring into her turn
when she caught the edge of this icepack

- and lost traction.
- Yeah, Chief, one more thing...

Where does Jackboot let you
out? How far from the lodge?

Oh, I'd say just about a mile.

Well, then I just can't believe
Barbara would go that way.

When I saw her up
here, she was half-frozen.

All she could think about was
getting to the lodge and getting warm.

Skiers are funny people, Mr. Mannix.
You put them on those boards

and they forget all about being cold
or hungry or tired or anything else.

They even forget they're mortal.

Every once in a while they leave their
luck behind them on the top of some hill.

Yes, come in.

Well, it's all set.

You've got a seat on the 11:00
flight. I'll drive you to the airport.

Something tells me you're not
going to get much more in there.

Something tells me you're
going to have to close it.

Say when.

I think that's everything.

Ah, my book.

What is it, Marie?

This was taken a week ago,
the day Barbara and I arrived.

I guess it's the last
picture ever taken of her.

With your ski outfits on, it's
pretty hard to tell you apart.

Dark glasses don't
help much, either.

If it wasn't for your
yellow outfit, I'd...

No, you've got it wrong.

Barbara's the one in
yellow. I'm in the blue.

But you were wearing
yellow yesterday.

Yes. That's my new outfit.

I bought it the night
before last in the ski shop.

This one here
is is my old outfit.

You've never seen me in it.

Let me get this straight...

Now all week until yesterday,

- you were going around in a blue outfit?
- Mm-hmm.

And Barbara...

What color outfit was
she wearing all week?

Yellow. But then yesterday
morning she switched, too,

because the zipper
broke in her jacket.

Naturally since I wasn't using
my blue suit, I insisted she...

She was wearing my suit when...

Marie, now you and
Barbara skied Shinbone

most afternoons, didn't you?

Every afternoon.

At a particular time?

Somewhere around
2:00. That was our ritual.

We'd hit Shinbone and
then head for the showers.

Joe, don't!

You're only making it harder.

Stop trying to prove that
something vicious happened to her.

I told you she didn't have
any enemy in the world.

What she did have
was a blue ski outfit

that you'd been
seen in constantly.

I wonder if that's
why they grabbed her.

"They"? Who's they?

Whoever was waiting on
Shinbone yesterday afternoon...

- for you.
- For me?

Who'd want to kill me?

Maybe they only
intended to kidnap you.

What for? Ransom?

My father's a college professor.

The most he could scrape together
would be a few thousand dollars.

Marie, you don't believe

Barbara was going to ski
Jackboot, either, do you?

No.

I find that hard to accept.

Yet she was found some 100
yards or more east of Shinbone.

How? She was dragged
there and dropped

because they realized that they had
made a mistake and grabbed the wrong girl.

At that point, they
couldn't turn her loose

so they killed her and
made it look like an accident.

So they'd be free
to come after me.

Look, I'm going to see
that you get home safely.

I'm going to drive
you to your door.

When we get back to Los
Angeles, I can arrange for protection

- until we can find out who and why.
- I'll get my ski gear together.

I'm going to pack my car and come
back and pick you up. Lock this door.

And don't open it
for anyone but me.

Yes, this is Professor
Fenlon speaking.

Why, Judy, of course
I remember you.

You roomed with
Marie in college.

Well, what about Marie?

Well, why shouldn't
everything be all right?

Well, what happened?

Yes. yes.

That is all?

Very well.

No, no, no, there's
nothing for you to do.

I will take care of it.
Yes, Judy, thank you.

Is it what I think?

They made their move,
but they blundered.

Instead of Marie, they
eliminated her friend.

How did they cover it up?

The girl was found at the bottom of a
crevasse. It was taken for an accident.

Then Marie doesn't suspect?

No. How long will it
take you to get up there?

I'm on my way. Set it
up for me, will you, John?

I'll need a plane reservation
and a car at the other end.

Mannix: Marie, it's me. Open up.

Okay, let's go. Forget your gear.
We've got to get out of here fast.

You feeling easier now?

I just hope Dad got my message.

I take it you and your
father are pretty close?

No, not really.

I love him,

but I couldn't exactly
claim that he loves me.

I mean,

he worries a lot about me
and all that, but he's always...

I don't know... distant.

In fact, as long as
I can remember,

he's always kind
of pushed me away.

Well, that's probably because
he's so wrapped up in his studies,

like most professors.

I suppose so.

There are always lots of research
assistants hovering around.

But I think it's also because
he's only a foster father.

My real parents were
gone by the time I was three

so he kind of got stuck with me.

What's wrong?

It seems as if someone is in as much
of a hurry to get down the hill as we are.

Tighten up that seatbelt
as tight as you can.

Keep your head down.

When we come to a stop, you
get ready to come out my way!

Ah!

Well, we'd better
check in with the police.

Ah, that wheel's bent. We'll
never make it down the hill.

It's dead. This must be our day.

Gilbert. It's all
right, I know him.

I thought it was
you, but I wasn't sure.

We almost passed you
right by. What's going on?

Some men were
chasing us in the car.

It went over the mountain and it
burned and they were trapped in it.

We should notify the police.
Could you get us to a phone?

Well, you're welcome to use our
phone. We're just down the road.

We'll probably need another car.
Is there a rental agency nearby?

The nearest is Beaver Canyon.

- How far is that?
- About 15 miles.

But all we have to do is call. I'm
sure they'll be happy to bring one by.

What are we doing here standing
on the road? Hop in, please.

Thank you.

Yes, Sheriff, that's
correct... shot at.

Yes, they're both
sitting here right now.

No. Mr. Mannix had to
leave his car on the road.

But we're planning
to have it fixed.

My son is arranging for
temporary transportation.

Fine.

Well, come right up into the
courtyard. The gates will be open.

Good. Bye.

The sheriff is sending
some men up the highway

and he'll be
coming here himself.

I'm afraid there will be some questions
asked. Niles, see that the gates are open.

Yes, ma'am.

I must say,

this adventure of yours
does sound a little incredible.

It certainly was.

Why were you being
chased? You haven't said.

Well, we haven't quite
figured that out yet.

The only thing we know is
that I'm the one they're after.

Come, come now.

Surely in your pretty young life
you haven't done anything so terrible

they'd have to shoot at you.

No, no, I won't believe that.

Mr. Mannix, what
is your line of work?

Oh, Mother, really.

I'm a private investigator.

Ah, well, that does
make the whole thing

a little less bizarre, if you
don't mind my saying so.

Well, I'm sure he does
mind your saying so.

I mean, that's not
exactly tactful, Mother.

Your mother's
quite right, Gilbert.

It's not unusual

for a private
detective to be shot at.

However, in this case, I
don't think I was the target.

I take it you and Marie have known
each other for quite some time.

No, no. We just met

at the ski lodge.

What were you doing there?

Were you investigating
the accident yesterday?

Well, I...

I, uh...

Sorry.

You were asking a question.

Yes. What were you
doing at the lodge?

Were you investigating yesterday's
accident on the ski slope?

Accident...

Are you all right, Mr. Mannix?

Maybe you should take a rest.

Yes. You have had
quite a day today.

Marie, wake up.

Take it.

- Ready?
- Ready.

We haven't left a
thing. I've made sure.

Then we're all set.

Marie? Attagirl, come on.

Hang on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Oh!

Hold it, Mannix.

Bring the wheelchair.

Put her in the chair.

Oh.

Open the door.

Put her in the car.

Take care of him.

Okay. In here.

Hold it, Mannix.
That's far enough.

You don't look like the
type, Gilbert... Not for murder.

You can identify us.
We have to kill you.

Did Niles tell you that?
Why doesn't he do it himself?

Turn around.

What's the matter? It's
not dark enough in here?

You can still see my face?
Is that what's bothering you?

Turn around.

Are you going to gamble on
taking the rap for the others, Gilbert?

How much extra are they
paying you to do this job?

They're not. It wasn't
part of the deal we made.

- What...
- Hey, Mannix!

What was in the deal?

Just that I help them
grab the girl, that's all.

Why? What do they
want with the girl?

Something about her
father. That's all I know.

Now, Gilbert,

you pull the
trigger on that gun,

you're gonna go to
the gas chamber alone.

They've probably planned
it that way all along.

You're the patsy!

Remember, Mannix, I
could have killed you.

Now turn around.

Turn around!

All right, let's go.

- Aren't you forgetting something?
- What?

This house is
rented in your name.

What's going to happen
when Mannix's body is found?

I never thought of that.

Well, I did, Gilbert.

I thought all about it.

Well, now I can take him
someplace. I'll get rid of him.

No, you won't. He
stays and so do you.

We can't have the police
digging into this affair.

We want to give them
something that'll add up right away.

So you two had a
fight and nobody won.

Neat, clean, simple.

Goodbye, Gilbert.

That you, Frank?

- Yeah, I'm at the lodge.
- Then you did not get her?

No, sir. She'd already gone. She took
off with someone named Joe Mannix.

Any idea where they're headed?

Probably Los Angeles.

I got a look at the register.
His address is 17 Paseo Verde.

I'll check it out.

Frank, start back.
You'll be needed.

Yes, sir. Heading back now.

Okay.

Right.

Got it, Vivian.

Oh, that's great.
Thank you. Yeah.

Hey, listen, how about taking the
kids to the movies tomorrow night?

Peggy, wrap it.

I'll... I'll call
you back later.

Boy, you must have
had a marvelous vacation.

Well, I've had better. Did you
get hold of Lieutenant Tobias?

I told him about the car that went
off the road and I told him about

the body in the house.

He said he'd relay it to
the proper authorities.

Then tell me about the
West L.A. Rent-A-Car.

They rented the limousine
to a Gilbert Douglas.

The late Gilbert Douglas.

His credit application says that
he was a ski instructor in Colorado.

And prior to that, he drove an ambulance
for the Inglewood Neurological Institute,

which I'm told no longer exists.

Yeah, it closed its doors about a
year ago. What about Doctor Wellesley?

First name Norman. And there are
several Norman Wellesleys in the area...

- Nine, to be exact.
- How many of them are doctors?

None. But one's a male
nurse. Would that qualify?

Yeah, it might. He'd know enough
about medicine to get away with it.

Where did he male nurse?

A rest home called Casa Cava.

Are you sure?

Well, that's what it says, Joe.

Peggy, when Inglewood
Neurological folded about a year ago,

- what do you think it became?
- Casa Cava?

Exactly.

Now Gilbert Douglas
worked for them.

Now Wellesley, that phony
doctor, works for the new owners.

That might just add
up to something.

What would they want
with the girl to begin with?

I hope to find out.

We're being watched. Inside.

As soon as I'm gone,
you call Tobias back.

Tell him where I headed and tell
him to send some men out there.

How did you get in?

Please don't complete the call.

This will make you feel
relaxed and comfortable.

Now I want you to
count backwards for me.

You won't find it difficult.

Just start with ten and count
backwards as far as you can.

All right?

Ten, nine,

eight, seven...

You've got the wrong girl.
You've made a mistake.

- Have I?
- Yes, we both think so.

I think she's the right girl.

Marie?

Marie, relax.

I'm your friend.

You're my friend.

Go back, Marie.

Go back to when you were 16.

You are 16, Marie.

Do you remember?

Yes.

I'm 16.

I remember.

You go to school...
to high school.

And you live with your father.

Yes.

Do you remember when
you were truly happy?

It was...

before...

a long time ago.

Then there is only
one thing you can do.

We have to make you
younger. Would you like that?

Yes.

You are seven years old.

Seven years old.

Go back, Marie, go back.

Are you happy now?

Yes, I'm happy.

What is your father's name?

Brooks Fenlon.

What does he do?

He's a teacher.

But he's not your
real father, is he?

No.

Your real father
loved you very much.

You were very happy with
him? Do you remember?

No.

Then we'll have to
make you younger again.

Shall we do that?

Yes.

You are four years old...

A little girl of four,

such a pretty little girl.

No wonder your daddy loves you.

Where is my daddy?

Is he here?

No,

but perhaps I...

I can have him come
here. Would you like that?

Yes.

All right.

But now you will
have to help me.

You see, I'm not sure
who your daddy is.

I told you.

You did?

I forgot. Tell me again.

My daddy is Brooks Fenlon.

He's a teacher.

Well, I hope you're satisfied.

I warned you right from the
start... You're quite wrong.

The responsibility is entirely
yours and you'll have to answer for it.

Come on, let's go.

I know it's hard, Marie,

but you can go
even further back.

You can.

Just a little.

There, that's better.

Such a bright little girl,

and only three years old.

Do you remember
the nursery rhyme?

Of course you do.

You say it all the time.

Here, I'll help you.

Da.

Da.

You speak Russian
very well for a little girl.

Spasibo.

Believe me, I'm very impressed.

Did your father teach you?

Da.

And his name is Anton Brukov?

Da. Anton Brukov.

And you, little girl,
what is your name?

Da!That's it. Yeah yeah!

Hold it right there!

Where's Marie?

She was taken ill.
She's being attended to.

Out.

Hold it right there, Niles.

I don't want to
have to shoot you.

Now drop the gun.

Mannix. U.S. Government.
I'll explain later.

- He's dead.
- Where's the girl?

Inside somewhere.

In here!

She's heavily sedated. We'd
better get her to a hospital.

Hey, you said something
about an explanation.

Do you recall reading about a
man named Brukov? Anton Brukov?

I'm going back more
than 20 years now.

Brukov? Yeah, sure.

He was in charge of Soviet
Intelligence for all of North America.

He defected to the West.

It was the most significant
coup of the Cold War.

He exposed the entire Soviet network
throughout Canada and the States.

Then he simply disappeared.

Only to resurface as
Professor Brooks Fenlon?

That's right. We gave him a
new face, identity, new life,

and adopted daughter, plus
around-the-clock protection,

a succession of research
assistants like myself.

The other side never gave up.

How did Niles make the
connection that Fenlon was Brukov?

Luck. A one-in-a-million shot.

He heard the professor give a
lecture on a local radio program...

Something in the
voice, the timbre.

But nothing else seemed to fit.

That's right.

So he kidnapped Marie and regressed
her to the time she lived in Moscow.

Well, when she began to babble in
Russian, he knew he had the right girl,

and therefore, the right man.

What about the others?
Wellesley and Mrs. Corot?

Well, they're convinced
that Niles was mistaken.

So the professor's
cover remains intact.

You're forgetting about me.

We're not worried
about you, Mr. Mannix.

After all these years.

It's a long time
to be in the dark.

Why couldn't he have told
me he was my real father?

Well, if he did,

you might have given it
away and endangered your life.

They were looking for a
man with a natural daughter.

He had to keep it from you.

Professor.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix,

for giving me back my daughter.

Father.