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Mannix s6e06 The Inside Man

(rapid beeping)

MAN (over radio): Car one-seven, car one-seven,

A-63, silent alarm, New Orleans Security & Trust,

200 Welbourne.

Car one-seven. On my way.

(engine starts)

(siren wailing)

(high-pitched tone)

(tone stops)

(high-pitched tone)

(tone stops)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

Here! Get going! Go on!

(tires squealing)

Well, we got what you wanted.

You did all right, Mitch. Real good.

Yeah. He killed a cop.

He did what he had to do,

with no second thoughts.

You're the boss.

That's right.

I'm the boss.

MAN (whispering over phone): I can't keep calling like this.

You've got to do something right away.

TOBIAS: We can only help if you'll identify yourself.

MAN: For me to be a witness against the organization,

you've got to prove you can protect me, guarantee it.

Get me out of New Orleans. Who are you?

First, you've got to find me a contact

who can get me out safely.

Call in two weeks; we'll tell you about our man.

But we got to know who you are.

First you've got to prove the plan is safe for me.

Because I'm not risking my neck to be a hero.

(hangs up)

(static crackles)

Calls from Miami every other Saturday.

He's never on long enough to trace him.

That's not much to go on. No.

He's in Lytell's organization.

He's here in New Orleans, we know that much.

And those voice prints aren't going to do us any good

unless we can match them to something.

Time is running out.

I'm not gonna risk Mannix's life

because everybody around here is in a hurry!

Phone calls could be a trap, right?

Or this guy who wants out

could just be getting more and more scared

because we're waiting too long.

(knocking)

Hi. Come on in.

(chuckles) You know, you had a very nice funeral yesterday.

Too bad you couldn't see it.

I just hope this works out, sir.

Yeah. You have the code phone.

If there's an emergency...

if you think anybody's seen you who might recognize you,

call me immediately.

Nobody's gonna see me in those bayous

except tree squirrels and water snakes.

Okay? Okay.

(door closes)

I should've sent one of my own men into the organization.

Here we go again.

Any man you send in could have been spotted.

An outsider's better.

And a private detective.

All right, don't worry about it, he's good.

He spent months building up a cover,

including time in the state pen.

Besides, he's got a personal axe to grind.

Like what?

One of my lieutenants back in L.A. was, uh...

was killed by somebody in Lytell's organization,

the way they think Mannix killed Sergeant Thompson.

My lieutenant's name was Barry Owen,

and he saved Mannix's life once.

We're after a whole organization,

and maybe he'll just settle

for nailing one cheap torpedo in that mob.

He's after the man who killed Barry Owen.

He thinks it was Lytell himself. Now, what more do you want?

Okay.

But I forced the chief to accept this deal.

My reputation is on the line.

Okay, if you lose this job, I'll get you another one.

Who's this?

He's all right; he's my staff legal counselor.

You telling me he knows something about this?

I only know you've found a man in the organization

who's willing to come out.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Captain Caffey told me to file a progress report with code names.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

See you later.

He doesn't know anything about Mannix.

I hope not.

Listen, I don't know what you know

about the law of probabilities, Captain,

but for every man who knows,

you keep doubling the chance of a secret being leaked

and Mannix getting killed.

(mellow music playing)

On the other hand, I can relax and enjoy life.

Doing nothing appeals to me.

Wrong. Your kind can't sit still.

If you want job security, go to work for the big companies.

But if you want to get rich, don't take vacations.

Anything you say, Mr. Lytell.

I've got a really important job for you.

After you take a few days off to be a bum.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, sir.

It's from downtown.

Go ahead.

An informer?

(whispers): You sure?

He, uh, gave me the weekend.

We could go over to Florida, go for a sail,

take in the races, dance a wild fandango.

You've been more aggressive about me lately.

Well, don't you like it?

What if I said yes this time?

It's certainly an improvement over no.

I'll take care of it.

Mitch?

That phone call...

it said you're getting ready to be a government witness,

inform on our operation.

Yes or no? True or false?

What do you think?

If I thought it was you,

I'd kill you myself without telling you.

But I don't think you've been with us long enough

to know what you...

what you'd have to know.

Maybe Coden.

Or Hayes.

Or Page.

How do you know the information is right?

It's right.

Our man doesn't make mistakes.

I'll find the guy...

my way.

Clear everybody out.

Party's over; tell them to go home.

He wants everybody out.

(chuckles) You say.

He says.

Come on, we'll keep the party going at my place.

Without me.

Since Mitch came along.

That's it, fellas, party's over.

Mitch, what's eating Lytell, pushing everybody out?

I was supposed to have a meeting with him.

Doesn't tell me anything he doesn't tell you.

You know, I'd like to get away from here for a while--

sun, sea, air.. no promises.

Beaches in Florida are made for no promises.

Is that a promise?

TRACK ANNOUNCER: The flag is up.

There they go.

Mary's Ladle goes in front. Amigo is second.

Magdalene is third, followed by King's Friend.

Move it.

ANNOUNCER: Around the clubhouse turn it's Mary's Ladle

at the railing about by a head. Amigo is second by a length.

Bobby Sweeney is third by a length. Coming up from the...

Come on.

Hey, the excitement's out there.

I was wondering what made you run.

ANNOUNCER: Now on the backstretch,

Mary's Ladle's up by a half length...

(romantic music plays)

Something important happened yesterday, didn't it?

Because of the phone call?

You answered the phone.

Did the man identify himself?

(laughs)

Never does.

The, uh, voice the same each time?

Oh...

Either you're very naive or, uh...

or you're after something.

(Mannix chuckles)

Not naive.

Just ambitious.

What made you tie up with Lytell?

Money.

That all?

What else?

Hmm, the excitement, the ease of violence,

limits of taking chances.

Same things that attracted me.

For me, it was strictly business.

When a man wants the good life,

the organization is the only place to be.

You talk around me, not to me.

I always did have a rotten since of direction.

♪ ♪

Good night, Angela.

(waves crashing in distance)

Mitch?

(Dixieland jazz playing)

Lytell knows about the informer.

How?

Phone call came in the other day.

He must have a contact in the department.

He doesn't know the name of the informer yet.

He's as stuck as we are.

We gotta move fast.

The man we want is still only a voice on the phone

the first and third Saturdays of each month from Miami.

And he's only going to move if we guarantee he dies of old age.

Lytell has got to move against one of us and soon,

to save himself and the organization.

Does the girl suspect this trip's just a cover-up?

No.

Can you talk to her, ask her about the informer?

She hasn't said anything.

But then, she doesn't know that much.

You're defending her, Joe.

She's not the issue, Adam.

You just take care of the big things, like, uh, getting me

the name of the man who's been making the calls.

You just take care of the little things, like staying alive.

You know what the police are after?

What they're always after.

I mean, all of us.

They're after me,

for that lieutenant who was killed in Los Angeles.

Nobody knows anything. Nobody saw anything.

Guys who get nervous invent information.

They invent victims. They invent evidence.

You accusing me of talking?

Prove I shouldn't.

Hey, uh, I mean, how am I gonna prove I'm not an informer?

By proving someone else is.

Who?

That's your problem.

Prove it's someone else,

or prove it isn't you,

one or the other.

I've been with the organization 25 years.

Your medal's being made.

What are you trying to put on me?

Uh, is there, uh, something to put?

I was with the big operations, like St. Louis, like...

Lots of guys in the St. Louis operation

aren't with it now or anyplace else.

But I stayed.

Yes, well, the government's been known to contact men

who've been with the organization a long time

before they surfaced.

I've had plenty of chances,

if I was the kind who wanted to talk.

Then isn't now.

Six different cities, and you knew it,

including the overseas operations.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Do I make the Miami run tomorrow?

I didn't cancel it.

You give with one hand and take away with the other.

Just find the informer.

Or run the risk of someone making a case against you

to save his own hide.

Meaning I'm included?

Everyone's included.

You're asking me to prove

I'm no longer something I never have been.

No. Just prove that what you claim is true.

Under the circumstances, uh, what would that be?

Uh, can't you reach into your hip pocket

and pull out proof that says you're not the informer?

Or that you could name the right man if you had to?

My hip pocket is empty.

Well, then you have a lot of work to do.

What kind?

Maybe I want you to play peeping Tom

when the bagmen make their run to Miami.

What?

(laughs)

You see how much you thought you knew,

and how little you really did?

I'm clean.

Don't depend on it.

Nobody can touch me.

You're going to have to prove it.

Just like everyone else.

Because all the others will try

to prove they're not the one I'm looking for.

Aren't you taking a big risk?

Just the opposite.

They take it for me.

And you.

I don't know enough to harm anyone.

Maybe, maybe not.

Stop toying with me.

If you think you know something, say so.

You know names.

Only those you wanted me to.

You know about the L.A. police lieutenant who was killed.

Nothing. Not his name, not who killed him.

I don't know enough about anything

to be a danger to anybody.

You've gone out with a lot of my people.

I'm one of your people.

You've been close to some of them.

So that's it.

(chuckles)

Now, I've never made a pass at you.

Oh, you're stylish and educated, just what I need out front.

Uh, but you're not my kind for anything else.

Plenty of others for that.

Only none of them could work out front with, uh, your manner.

Then you don't suspect me?

I like to keep an open mind.

About all of us.

Mm-hmm, including Mitch.

Are you saying him especially?

I'm saying why not Mitch, too?

Save yourself.

Find out.

Ask him the right questions.

You know for the first time, you really frighten me.

Well, when this is all over,

and you help me find the informer...

...there won't be anything to be afraid of, will there?

(indistinct crowd chatter)

My hotel... two bagmen,

Coden and Page, every other Saturday.

It's got to be one of them.

And you?

Room 212.

I'll call you.

Mr. Lockwood? That's right.

Oh, I didn't order any champagne.

Compliments of a guest, sir.

One glass?

Sure looks like it.

I have an empty champagne glass.

That's funny.

I have a full bottle.

(clinking)

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(phone ringing)

Yeah?

He's talking on the other phone right now.

We've been talking longer than we should.

Now they know someone's ready to come out.

How can I be sure you'll protect me?

Our man can get you out right now.

You'll have immunity.

Lytell knows.

I'm not ready to come out.

(dial tone)

We go back tonight?

Tomorrow.

Oh, good.

Find yourself something to do.

I'm going to be busy.

WOMAN: Operator.

Yeah. Give me an outside line, will you?

WOMAN: Operator.

Operator, I want to talk

to whoever's on the line in Room 324.

It's an emergency.

WOMAN: May I have your name?

Uh, Mr. Lytell calling Mr. Coden or Mr. Page.

Just tell them.

WOMAN: I have an emergency call from a Mr. Lytell

for Mr. Coden or Mr. Page.

Well, this is Page. I'll take the call.

Uh, hello? Hello?

This is Page, sir.

(hangs up)

Hello?

Operator?

Operator?!

WOMAN: You've been cut off, sir.

Cut off? What do you mean?

WOMAN: I'm sorry, sir.

What do you mean.. "cut off?"

WOMAN: I'm sorry, sir. You've been cut off.

Yeah?

Yeah, right.

Okay.

Thanks very much.

(chuckles)

Well, the new voice print matches all the others.

The man who answered the phone

when Mannix called is the man we want.

His name is Val Page.

Well, make your move.

Tell Mannix to get him out.

LYTELL: Only a few of us knew

that Page and Coden were in Miami.

Who would have called him using my name?

Who said anyone did?

Well, Page wouldn't have any reason to invent it.

(sniffing)

Maybe someone tried to get him in trouble?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(chuckles)

Sure.

You're a lucky man.

It's Angela.

Don't ask me questions.

Just talk to me.

Tell me good things and pleasant things

that don't have anything to do with Lytell.

I told you not to worry.

He scares, too.

He's worried about Page, not you or me, just Page.

Lytell terrifies me.

You know, I never saw it before,

but I heard stories, and they never touched me.

He's death, isn't he?

He's death and dying.

What happened?

Page came to me, and he wanted me to help him.

To do what?

Well, I never saw him like that before.

He was pale and frightened,

and his hands were cold.

He didn't think Lytell believed him

about the phone call.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I can only help if I can find him.

Now, where'd he go?

But it could be you or me.

Our only chance is if I can get him before they do.

Well, he said they sent him to a villa.

Villa?

Or the Villa, just outside the city.

(birds chirping)

How long do I have to wait here?

Till Lytell shows.

Well... why can't you wait with me?

Don't worry.

It'll be okay.

MANNIX: Better leave it dark.

You took a big chance coming here.

It's all over.

I lost the man who would have pinned everything on Lytell.

You lost him?

Yeah.

Page.

They killed him.

When?

This morning out at a place they call the Villa.

They must have found out he was the man we wanted.

They killed the wrong man.

What?

It wasn't Page.

Yeah, but Pa...

What about the voice prints?

We had the wrong name.

Page never called us.

I had a call from the right man 20 minutes ago,

and the voice prints matched.

But it was Page in the hotel room.

Maybe by the time you cut in, the real one was off the phone.

Coden.

Lytell won't stop with Page.

Yeah, but he doesn't know he got the wrong man.

I've got to get Coden out of there.

It's too dangerous for you to go back.

We can't even trust Coden now.

There's one person I can trust...

just one.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing through)

(phone ringing)

Don't answer it.

(phone ringing through)

(ringing stops)

I told you all I know.

Only as far as you went.

But you hired him.

You know a lot more than I do.

You were with him the last time in Miami.

Oh.

Well, then why ask?

You know everything.

Not everything.

You like him?

Love?

Maybe.

Love isn't maybe.

It's yes or no.

Like rich or poor, dead or alive.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

But I hired you to watch everybody, right?

Because you're cool.

And men are something you can take or walk away from.

I didn't tell him anything about our arrangement.

You're protecting him.

I have no reason.

Is your life worth it?!

(gasps)

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Mitch could be the informer.

I thought it was Page.

Who says there's only one?

Or worse.

An undercover agent sent in to bring out the informer.

Find the fish, find the shark.

Is it worth your life to protect him either way?

Or is it worth my life to protect you?

Once you told me,

you said love was too expensive for you.

Well, this is the press.

Buy or sell.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing through)

What is it you...

you want to know?

I didn't hear you.

I said...

He could be.

He left twice when we were at the hotel.

No reason to leave?

Especially no reason at those times.

And he wouldn't...

talk about where he went or...

or what he did.

Like he used you for a cover.

Yes.

More?

Nothing.

Just personal.

Nothing.

Good.

What will you do?

You know me, Angela.

I never gamble.

What we did to Page, we do to Mitch and Coden.

It's one of the three.

To silence the right one, we silence all of them.

Simple arithmetic.

(phone ringing)

I was worried about you.

I called several times, and I...

Lytell wants to see you.

Give me a hint.

Am I in trouble?

Tell me for old time's sake.

We don't have old times.

Or anything?

Not even broken promises.

We didn't make any.

Mitch?

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I know.

Coden.

Mitch.

I've got a rush job.

Anything you say, Mr. Lytell.

I want you to clean up some trouble.

Page had an accident.

What kind?

The kind informers usually have.

But when our men were going to take him away,

a helicopter came over, and they had to clear out.

Where is he?

LYTELL: Right where he fell.

You want me to get him?

I don't want his body dumped into the water.

Too many patrols.

You'll carry him to this place.

I want him buried on land...

in an isolated spot.

Coden will help you.

Drive up to the Villa in the morning.

You'll find Page up near the top

where the waterfall starts.

(birds singing)

(water flowing in fountain)

♪ ♪

I always thought I knew Page's moves,

everywhere he went.

Maybe you didn't know everything.

Maybe you know more.

Maybe.

But Lytell has all the information on everybody.

So, Page is dead.

Nothing I can do about it.

He was going to talk.

Nothing I can do about that, either.

Well, let's move him.

Wait a minute.

He may be booby-trapped.

Maybe you didn't notice.

Lytell has had a tail on us all the way.

Page was killed because Lytell thought

he was calling a police captain

the first and third Saturday of every month.

I'm your contact.

I was sent in to bring you out.

Turn around.

Lytell killed that police lieutenant in L.A., didn't he?

Barry Owen?

Turn around.

If we can make this murder rap stick on Lytell,

you'll never have to be afraid of him again.

On the other hand,

if the cops sent in somebody to bring out Page--

not me, but Page, if they did--

it's too late.

Or do you think I believe

that you're the one that was sent in to help?

I don't.

You've got me set for a fall with Lytell.

Only it's gonna be your fall, not mine.

That's because I tell him you're a cop.

All these hints about what you know.

You're a cop sent in to bring out Page, not me.

Pick him up.

Lytell is gonna kill you and me.

First Page, then us.

He doesn't know which one it is, so it's got to be all of us.

Pick him up.

It's your only chance, Coden.

Now!

(gunshot)

Well, are you convinced, Coden?

We'll use the waterfall

as a cover to get back to the car.

♪ ♪

(gunshots)

When we get to the end of those rocks,

we won't have any more cover.

We'll have to make a run for the car.

Unless the car's a setup.

Dynamite? He uses it.

It's our only way out. Let's go.

♪ ♪

(tires squealing)

(tires squeal)

It dropped.

We've got to get 'em. Get 'em!

(tires squeal, debris clattering)

Business as usual.

Sure nice to have it that way again.

Would you like some coffee, Joe?

(sighs)

No, thanks, Peggy.

(door opens)

Hi, Peg.

Hi, Adam.

(door closes)

Hey, Joe.

Well, we got it all, even the securities.

(chuckles) We picked up that fence

before he had time to get rid of a single one.

That's great, Adam.

Yeah, we picked up everybody, uh, including the girl.

You don't need her.

We got what we wanted.

She doesn't know anything.

I'll do what I can, okay?

Yeah.

(door opens)

You were gone three months,

-and only met one girl? -(door closes)

I'll have that coffee now, Peggy.

Was she pretty?

After a fashion.

Were you in love with her?

After a fashion.