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Wait a minute! Hold it!

Hold it!

Mister!

Mister, what are
you doing over there?

Call the police! There's a
woman in trouble in here!

All right, Mister,
what's going on here?

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

I was jogging down on the
beach below. I heard a scream.

When I looked up, I saw a woman being
attacked right over on that side terrace.

- Go on.
- There were two men.

I think one of them had a knife.

She was running. They grabbed her,
and they dragged her back into the house.

I think there's a good
chance they're still inside.

Hold on.

You saw this from the beach?

Yeah, from Sharkhead Point.

Can you describe the two men?

One of them had kind of
long hair, a dark jacket...

Probably black leather with
some big metal studs on it.

And the other guy had
a cap and a windbreaker.

And the lady was blonde?

Wearing a pink dressing gown?

That's right.

Sounds like Karen Townsend,
wouldn't you say, Mrs. Benson?

Yes.

It certainly does.

I think you better just hop over that
fence and come down to the station with me.

Now look, Sheriff,

I saw a woman fighting for her life
on that side terrace. Now it happened!

Oh, it happened, all right.

Every detail just the
way you explained it.

They murdered her.

The only thing is it
happened a year ago.

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Yes?

Oh.

Uh, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Benson. I'm sorry
to bother you again.

I'd like to talk to
you about next door.

You mean about, uh,
what happened last year?

Yes.

Well, I thought that, uh,
Sheriff Bowdan had said

he was going to let
you see the case files.

Well, he did, but it
wasn't very satisfying.

I thought maybe if I heard a
first-hand account, it might help.

Mr. Mannix, it's a very
painful recollection for me.

I'd appreciate it very
much, Mrs. Benson.

Well, all right.
You can come in.

Uh, won't you sit down?

Mrs. Benson, tell me
about the Townsends.

Well I... I didn't
know them very well.

We were just neighbors.

I'd see them coming and going
and say hello, but that's about all.

Did they, uh, keep pretty
much to themselves?

No, I think I was
the private one.

I'm a widow.

What is it that you want
to know about the murder?

Well, uh, just tell me
everything you can remember.

Well...

I was...

sitting right here...

reading.

I'd gotten up...

to make a drink.

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh...

Mr. Townsend.

Mr. Townsend.

Mr. Townsend.

Mr. Townsend.

Mr. Townsend!

He was in a catatonic trance.

There was nothing I could do.

Nothing anyone could do.

The Sheriff arrived
and then an ambulance,

and that was that.

They took Mr. Townsend
to a hospital,

and a few days later, they
transferred him to a sanitarium.

He's been there ever since.

And he's still catatonic?

Like a statue.

Mr. Mannix, there can
be only one explanation

for what happened
to you this morning.

You must have read about the
murder last year when it happened.

I know you think you
didn't, but you had to.

And your subconscious
mind remembered it.

So you think that, uh, when I
was passing by down below,

suddenly it all came to the
surface, and I imagined I saw it?

Evidently.

Something tells me you're still
out at the beach watching a mirage.

Now don't you tell me I was
seeing things. It happened.

Okay. Okay, Joe.

They got what they
wanted a year ago...

200,000 in jewelry.

So why would
they be there today?

I don't know!

Excuse me.

Mr. Mannix?

That's right.

The one who was jogging off
Sharkhead Point this morning?

Every morning... For
the last couple of weeks.

I'm Gwen Townsend. My
brother is Chris Townsend.

He owns the house
up on the point.

No calls, Peggy.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

First, I'd like to make
sure of something.

The report you filed with the sheriff
about seeing something on the terrace.

You haven't changed
your mind, have you?

No.

Are you absolutely
positive you saw them?

Positive.

I was hoping you would say that.

Mr. Mannix, we
would like to hire you.

We?

My brother and I.

He's been getting
a little better lately.

I'm glad to hear that. Why
do you want to hire me?

I think Chris is in danger.

Because the two men who killed his
wife are still walking around somewhere?

Yes.

And they know Chris saw them.

The way Chris has been, they haven't
had to worry about being identified.

But if they find out his mind
is beginning to come back...

As a matter of fact, he's
being released tomorrow.

Ted Hanlon, who's been taking
care of him at the sanitarium,

is going to stay with him until
he can manage on his own.

All right. Come on.

Did anybody pour a drink?

Would you like one, Chris?

Mr. Mannix?

No.

My wife was a very
talented painter.

Did you know that, Mr. Mannix?

No, I didn't.

She completed
this one just before.

It was the last thing she did.

She had quite a talent.

Oh, yeah.

She was quite a lady.

That's where it
happened. Over there.

Mr. Townsend,

if you can bring yourself to face it,
we might be able to find those two men.

- Don't push him, Mr. Mannix.
- You hired me to protect your brother.

The only way I can do that is to find
out what those two men looked like.

But it's too soon.

I'm not so sure
he's ready for this.

He decided to face reality the minute he
walked down those steps and into this room.

Don't stop me from helping him.

Mr. Townsend,

you were upstairs,

and you heard a scream.

Take your time.

Whenever you
feel you're up to it.

I heard Karen scream,

and then I ran down the stairs,

into this room.

She was over there...

struggling with a man.

Describe the man.

Medium build...

like a wild man...

long hair...

Go on.

A leather jacket...

with, uh...

and black...

Oversized metal
buttons all over it.

And I ran over to her
'cause he was hitting her.

What about the second man?

Uh...

Can you describe him?

Uh, he ran over to Karen.

- He had a knife.
- What did he look like?

And he lifted the knife,
and he stabbed her!

- What did he look like?
- He stabbed her,

and he stabbed her
and he stabbed her

and stabbed her!

Oh! Oh!

Chris. Chris!

Take it easy, Mr. Townsend.

Take it easy.

I'm all right.

- Oh, thank you, dear.
- You're welcome.

Well, I did it, Gwen.

I took that first step.

Yes, Chris, you did.

Here I am in my own
house, having a drink.

Mr. Townsend,

I'm going to check
around and, uh,

make sure everything is
locked up before I leave.

Fine. And thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Chris, won't you please
let Mr. Mannix stay?

He can stay in the library,
and I can stay in the guest room.

No, Gwen. I don't need
anyone here with me except Ted.

I'm going to lead a normal life.

Don't worry, miss. If there's any
problem, help's as near as the phone.

Besides, when you've worked
in sanitariums as long as I have,

you learn how
not to sleep nights.

Do you understand?

I've been watched over
day and night for over a year.

Now I'm on my own.

I still wish he'd let
us stay with him.

I mean, someone could
climb up from the beach.

Everything is locked
up. The house is safe.

I guess so.

Were you always
the family worrier?

When it came to Chris.

It started when we
were very young.

Even though he's a few years
older, I was always looking out for him.

He seemed so vulnerable.

Did you, uh, stop playing
big sister after he married?

Not entirely.

But with Karen at his
side, I worried a lot less.

She was real.

Raised in the lap of luxury,
but the money never spoiled her.

Were you close to her?

As close as I could be.

I was in New York most of
the time they were married.

Karen would write me, though,
faithfully. She kept me posted.

What were you doing in New York?

Same thing I'm doing
now. Fashion design.

Oh.

When Karen was killed
and Chris had his problem,

I moved back
here to be near him.

Tell me, uh, are
you a good designer?

The three people
I work for think so.

What you're wearing... Is
that one of your creations?

Yes.

Well, then, there are four
people who think you're good.

Joe, how about coming
up for a nightcap?

Stay here.

- Did you see who it was?
- No, I didn't.

Why would anyone
take a shot at us?

I think they were
shooting at me.

Why?

Trying to scare me off the case.

I'll take that cocktail.

Hello.

Joe.

Peggy? What's
wrong? Where are you?

The Freak-Out. It's a hippie
place near Sharkhead Point.

Well, what are you doing there?

I checked with some
friends in the area,

and this is where all the weirdos up
and down the beach come to groove.

- Joe, I think I stumbled onto something.
- What's that?

One of the neighborhood
characters by the name of Moe Mingo.

I haven't met him yet, but they say
he wears a leather studded jacket.

Now, listen, Peggy, you
sit tight until I get there,

and don't try
anything on your own.

What's the weird sauce, Mama?

It's coffee. Black, no sugar.

They should make
laws to protect people.

Let's go to a place that
serves my kind of stuff.

I'm meeting someone.

Who?

Moe Mingo.

What do you want him for?

He called and said he
needed some money.

Moe's got bread.
Moe's floating in it.

He called and said
he needed some more.

I'm the one that needs bread.

What about me?

Spread it around,
Mama. Spread it around.

No way. Mingo's my man.

Coffee drinker.

Never been to an
earthquake, Mama?

Ain't nothing I hate
worse than a liar.

- What?
- Mingo... he don't dig chicks.

- Let's go.
- Where?

Mingo's pad. Number
2-B, across the alley.

You're hurting me.

Hurting's my thing.

Okay, friend,
you can let her go.

Okay, man, or
you can just split.

Now, look, you've
had your kicks.

Let her go.

Finders, keepers.

The chick's mine.

Joe, look out.

Fink! Fink!

I thought I told
you to sit tight.

In there, it's against the law.

- Come on.
- Where?

Moe Mingo, I hope.

Looks like he's OD'd.

Is he alive?

Just. You better
call an ambulance.

Dr. Sing, please go
to the orthopedic ward.

Dr. Sing, go to the
orthopedic wing, please.

Dr. Sing, go to the
orthopedic wing, please.

- Hello, Peggy.
- Hi, Art.

- Joe, what are you doing here?
- I'm on a case.

Hey, Art, are you familiar
with the Townsend murder?

- About a year ago on the beach?
- Yeah.

Karen Townsend. Yeah,
we were called in on that.

Well, I, uh, think
one of the killers

might be the drug overdose case
they just wheeled into Emergency.

What's the proof?

A studded leather jacket.
That was his trademark.

I saw it on him once. It was
hanging in his room tonight.

It fits the description given
by the victim's husband.

The guy with the jacket. We're
talking about Moe Mingo, right?

Right.

Now, what's his record?
How many arrests?

Three. All on the needle.

He's been clean for
the last six months.

Says who?

Says the Dilemma House,
the local rehabilitation center.

They've been working with him
for six months. They say he kicked.

Then why'd he
get on tonight, Art?

Well, with these speed freaks,
you don't get any lifetime guarantees.

What about the missing jewelry?

Has any of it turned
up in the last few days?

No, not a zircon.

Here's the doctor. Let's see if
Mingo will pop with any answers.

- Can we talk to him?
- Afraid you're too late.

He's dead.

Mannix here.

Mr. Mannix, this is
Charlotte Benson.

Well, I'm calling because I
think I saw a prowler... just now.

He was climbing up from the beach,
heading towards the Townsend house.

Well, I know Mr. Townsend
came home today,

and I understand that you've
been hired to protect him,

so I thought I should
tell you about it.

Mrs. Benson, now
listen to me very carefully.

First thing you do is call next
door, ask for a Ted Hanlon.

Tell him to make sure Mr. Townsend
doesn't get near a window.

But I've already called the
house, and there was no one there.

That's right,
Sheriff. Joe Mannix.

And this time I'm working
for the Townsend family.

Yeah, I believe there's
trouble at the house.

Good. I'll meet you there.

Hold it right there!

Mr. Mannix, thank
heavens you're here.

He's dead.

I thought I told you to
stay close to Townsend.

I did. He's with me.
What did you think?

He felt like having
dinner at the pier.

Mr. Townsend, do
you recognize him?

His face looks familiar,

but I'm not sure.

All right. Thanks
a lot, Sheriff.

The report just came in.

Name, Stan Gillan. Age, 42.

Occupation... gardener and
handyman around Sharkhead Point.

Did he ever work
for the Townsends?

From the day they bought
the house right up until, uh,

well, his employment,

all of his employment

seems to have stopped about
the time Mrs. Townsend was killed.

Anything else?

His bank account seems
to have prospered nicely.

He's deposited over five thousand
dollars in the last ten months.

Not from gardening.

Not even at today's prices.

- Did he have a record?
- No. Nothing.

Was he questioned at the time
of Karen Townsend's death?

Oh, yeah. But he said he
was home alone watching TV.

There wasn't any reason
not to believe him at the time.

My theory now is that

he saw Mrs. Townsend
putting the jewels in the safe,

and he and Moe Mingo
worked out this plan,

and their timing
was a little off,

and Mrs. Townsend confronted
them, and they killed her.

Where are the jewels?

All right.

Okay.

When they killed Mrs.
Townsend, they panicked,

and they buried the jewels
somewhere on the property

and didn't mark the place.

That's why they kept coming
back searching for them,

trying to find them.

Then why the charade?

Why did they dress up
and put on an act for me?

Well, because, uh...

uh...

Joe, you got a point.

Morning, Joe.

Morning, Peggy.

Gwen Townsend called.

She wanted to say thanks
for clearing everything up.

But it isn't cleared up.

Were you able to turn up
anything on, uh, Stan Gillan?

Nothing that would be of
much help. He had no family,

lived alone, and apparently
didn't have many friends.

How about his bank account?

Monthly deposits of
five hundred dollars.

But there's no indication of
where the money came from.

Did you find anything that
might link him with Moe Mingo?

Different worlds.

Incidentally, about Moe Mingo.

I double-checked with the Dilemma House,
and they verified what Art Malcolm said.

Mingo had kicked the drug habit.

I wonder if that's the connection
between Mingo and Gillan...

Dilemma House.

Gillan didn't have
a drug history.

At least not one
that anyone knew of.

Peggy, when you phoned the Dilemma
House, did you ask about Gillan?

It never occurred to me, Joe.

- I'll get right on it.
- Don't bother. I'll do it myself.

Now you understand why we've all
taken the death so hard, Mr. Mannix.

Yeah. According to this, Moe Mingo
was your star boarder while he was here.

Yes.

But more than that, he inspired
many of the other addicts

by the strength he showed
in fighting his problem.

Everybody looked up to him.

Why, we were so sure of him,

we were considering letting him
lecture at the local high schools.

What went wrong, Dr. Lucas?

I wish I knew.

He must have been
under tremendous pressure

to forget the pain and suffering
he'd gone through before.

Have you ever heard
of a Stan Gillan?

No. No, that name
doesn't register.

Well, thank you very much
for your time, Dr. Lucas.

You're certainly
doing a great job here.

It's not just
myself, Mr. Mannix.

There are many
concerned people involved.

As a matter of fact, why
don't you read about us?

Maybe you know
someone who can benefit

from the services here
at the Benson Foundation.

Thank you.

Benson Foundation?

Yes. Our real name.

We're called Dilemma
House for obvious reasons,

but we do operate on an
endowment from the Benson family.

Is, uh, Charlotte Benson
part of that family?

A distant relative.

Of course, she doesn't have the
kind of money that built this facility,

but she's very active here.

She contributes her time, and
that's worth its weight in gold.

Why, Mr. Mannix?
Do you know her?

Oh, just in passing.

Did she ever have any
contact with Moe Mingo?

Yes, they knew
each other quite well.

As a matter of fact, she was the one
who brought him here to us for help.

Oh, hi, Joe. Come on in.

Something tells me I'm
interrupting the progress of fashion.

Oh, come on in. Let me show you
where progress is at the moment.

Yeah.

That's good. Very good.

Well, it's not my
idea. It's Matilda's.

She may not say much,
but she's no dummy.

Is, uh, strawberry
hair coming back?

Well, actually, she's bald.

Nylon has made it possible for
her to deceive the entire world.

Voilà.

What is it, Joe?

Uh, nothing. Nothing, Gwen.

Look, I... I'm sure
I'm interrupting...

No. No. I wanted to see
you. That's why I called you.

I wanted to thank you
for everything you've done.

I dropped by Chris' earlier, and he
told me what happened last night...

That the men who
killed Karen are dead.

I mean, now he can
go on without any fear.

He was so relieved he
was wearing his happy face.

- His what?
- You know, the game kids play.

If something pleased
him, he did this.

And if it displeased
him, he did this.

Today he was extra happy.

Oh, he really loved that game.

He was so good
at it it was scary.

I mean, once he didn't want to go to
camp, and my father said that he had to.

Well, he not only
put on his sad face,

but he threatened to hold his
breath and freeze into a statue.

I mean, he
actually started to...

I'll drink to that anytime.

Maybe you ought to drink to me

since I made it all possible.

Mr. Mannix, I didn't
hear you come in.

I didn't intend you to.

Made what all possible?

The two of you, now that the
case is wrapped up, almost.

Almost?

Mrs. Benson, everything
you told me was a lie.

Townsend killed his
wife, and you helped him.

Then you hid the jewelry to make it look
as if the killing was part of a robbery.

You're crazy.

Oh, there's more.

Your gardener, Stan Gillan...
He must have seen you.

You paid him to keep quiet.

You promised as soon as
you got out of the sanitarium,

he'd get the bulk of the payoff.

That's why he was here
last night... To collect.

And I was here because
you arranged that, too.

I was supposed to
get rid of him for you.

Chris, I think that Mr. Mannix
is hallucinating again.

If you mean the
terrace, Mrs. Benson,

you also arranged
that act for my benefit,

and you played one of
the roles in a blonde wig...

to fit the story
you told last year.

Oh, you had us all
believing that Moe Mingo

and Stan Gillan
were the killers.

That's fascinating.

Tell me, if I were playacting,
who else was in the cast?

- I'd love to know.
- Moe Mingo for one.

He would have done anything
for you, his benefactress.

And then, someone
helped him to an overdose.

Well, you said you saw
two men on the terrace.

Now, how could you
think that Stan Gillan,

who according to you was
blackmailing me, would work with me?

That's the one missing piece.

Well, I couldn't have
been the other man.

I've been an invalid for a year.

Your performance
was the best of all.

You even had them
fooled at the sanitarium.

And you could have sneaked out
of there at any time for an hour or so.

I could have,

but I didn't.

It was easier for Ted.

Ask him.

I'll release the brake.

Yeah, okay.

Charlotte!

Charlotte?

Charlotte.

This time it's real, isn't it?

I'm afraid so.