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Mannix s6e07 To Kill A Memory

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

12:00 noon, Sunday, 48 hours--

my office-- and we're set for life.

(echoing): And we're set for life...

My office...

12:00 noon, Sunday...

48 hours...

My office...

noon, Sunday, for life... 48 hours...

noon, for life...

Li-life, li-life, li-life, li-life, li-life...

Better phone to see if the house is ready.

Duke, get the baggage; Dan, round up a cab.

Dan?

Dan!

Dan?

Anything wrong?

No, I'm-I'm fine.

I'll get us a cab.

All right.

(horn blares)

(no voice)

What's wrong with you, man? I almost...

I could have killed you.

(birds chirping)

(clucking)

Alex! Alex!

(laughing)

You're alive! You're alive!

Harry, it's Alex!

Jan!

(laughing)

Oh, Alex!

Oh, I love you so much.

Alex?

What's wrong?

Don't you know me?

Alex!

Mr. Lachlan? Yes.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Oh, thank you for coming, Mr. Mannix.

Come in.

This is my daughter-in-law, Jan, Alex's wife.

How do you do? Hello.

And her brother Harry.

Harry. Hello.

Where's your son?

He's in Harry's room resting.

Dr. Wade gave him a sedative.

Doc said it's amnesia.

Could be he was shell shocked.

And he remembers absolutely nothing?

Complete blank.

Two years since he was killed, we thought, in Vietnam.

Department of Defense thought so, too.

And then, a couple of hours ago, he-he just walked in.

Did you, uh, notify the Army?

When I turn Alex over to the Army,

I want to make sure that...

well, that he hasn't been in any kind of trouble.

Oh.

Do you think he has been?

He had these.

False passport, his picture, the name of Dan Turner.

And a Hong Kong visa, a U.S. immigration stamp.

Today's date, Los Angeles.

And other papers in his wallet there,

all in the name of Dan Turner, and over $2,000 in cash.

We feel we better have some answers

before he gets tied up in Army red tape.

Well, I'll, uh, talk to him, see what I can find out.

I'll take you to him.

Oh, uh...

maybe I better talk to him alone.

JAN: Mm.

♪ ♪

Alex! Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

(gunfire)

(gunfire and explosions)

(groans)

(bullet ricocheting)

I'm hit!

I'm hit! I'm hit!

I'm hit!

You all right?

Sure, Duke, I can do it.

Simple.

It's just a matter of knowing how.

Duke, uh... does the name Duke mean anything to any of you?

No.

Maybe someone in the service?

Service?

Vietnam?

Vietnam.

The Army, Alex.

Third Special Forces.

Ranger outfit.

Your CO was Red McCullany.

Red's Raiders!

Remember?

I'm sorry, I don't.

Harry, you tell Mr. Mannix.

Well, we were on a special assignment--

me, Alex, the whole squad.

Um, it was a wooded area about a half a mile from the fire base.

There was a bunker, 105's, mortars.

They had to blow it up. Well, we got to it and we did.

We blew it sky-high,

but coming back we had to cross, uh, a clearing,

and they had it zeroed in. They opened up on us.

They were eating the squad.

And they all got it fast except me and Alex.

We almost got across,

but they opened up on us from a hill,

and Alex was hit.

And then what happened?

Well, I thought he was dead.

I ran to him. I tried to pick him up.

But mortars were falling all around.

I had to get out of there.

Then, about three days later, we retook the area.

But we couldn't find anything.

So we figured that the enemy must have buried him

along with the others.

You don't remember being hit, wounded?

Wounded.

Or picked up?

Picked up.

The old people.

The villagers.

In a truck.

Go on.

I'm sorry, I-I-I...

I don't remem... I don't remember.

Who is Duke?

Duke?

Uh, maybe a nickname.

You said, "Sure, Duke. I can do it."

I... don't ever remember saying that.

You recognize this?

Oh, sure.

It's a solid laser.

It's ruby rods,

X and flash lamp coils,

and 15 KB trigger.

That's right.

You designed it.

I don't ever remember doing it.

But your name's on them.

There.

Alex Lachlan.. You see?

Ale.. you're my son, Alex.

Look at me.

Look at me. You've got to remember.

I... I-I'm sorry, I...

I...I-I just don't remember.

Not even this, Alex?

June the 12th.

Four years ago.

Right here, in this very house.

Alex?

I'm sorry.

I...

I just don't remember you.

But you do remember coming to this house a couple hours ago?

Yes, of course.

How did you get here?

Took a cab.

No, wait, I-I... I, um, took a bus here.

But I thought...

You thought what?

I was supposed to get a cab to...

take us to an address.

Um, Bellevue Road.

112 Bellevue Road.

You said us. Who else was with you?

I don't know.

112 Bellevue Road and a man named Duke.

That's all we've got.

But it is something.

(shutter clicks)

(upbeat instrumental pop music plays)

Sorry.

Well, hi.

My name's Lolly.

Fly me to the moon?

Well, uh, would you settle for the bar?

I might as well.

I got us free fuel, Lolly, honey.

Come on.

I, uh, I'll catch you on the return flight.

Scotch, neat.

Say, I don't think we met.

Well, it's my first time.

Uh, looking for a friend who invited me.

Oh? And who would that be?

His name is Duke.

I don't know the rest of it.

It was one of those quick introductions on a golf course.

Just Duke.

I don't know of anybody by the name of Duke,

but if I run into one, I'll let you know.

Duke, the man at the bar's looking for you.

I've saved you my olive.

Your martini, your olive.

But mother taught me to share.

About that friend you're looking for,

Duke, I think you said?

That's right.

Mr. Thompson might be able to help you.

Mr. Thompson? Oh, fine, fine.

He's out by the pool.

Thank you.

Do you, uh, know who Mr. Thompson is?

The first rule of a swinger is always know your host.

Yeah, and I guess the second is not to keep him waiting.

Now, don't drown that olive.

I'll be back.

Don't do it, Duke.

Turk will pour some bourbon on him.

We'll walk him out of here like a drunk.

What I mean is, if we don't make it this Sunday,

we can kiss the whole job good-bye.

And we can't make it without Dan Turner.

What makes you think so?

How else would he have gotten your name?

Well, what if he shot off his mouth about Sunday?

That's exactly what I have to find out.

So we don't want our friend dead just yet.

Hello.

Mr. Thompson?

That's right.

I don't think we've ever met, have we?

My name is Joe Mannix.

Frankly, I'm a gate-crasher.

And when you're not crashing gates?

I'm a private investigator.

I understand you're looking for a man called Duke.

Yes.

What makes you think he might be here?

An anonymous call.

Would you like to be more specific?

How?

I suppose there's a client involved.

There is.

What's his name?

Sorry.

All right, Mr. Mannix.

As far as this Duke is concerned,

there must be at least a dozen people here

I've never seen before.

Including yourself.

Now, if that's all...

Thank you.

(starts engine)

Follow him.

Stay with him.

Till I call you off.

Right.

♪ ♪

(tapping keypad)

Hello, Benjy?

Joe Mannix.

Yeah, I want a rental car.

No telling, could be a day, could be a week.

Yeah, one of those.

No, no, no, no.

Uh, park in the alley behind the Paseo.

Right.

(muttering)

Meet me in the office.

I'll be there, don't worry.

Don't worry about a thing.

Hong Kong.

(muttering)

Airp... me, you and Thompson.

(muttering continues)

Twelve... (mutters)

Me, you and Thompson.

(mutters)... airport.

All right.

(engine starting)

Is there any connection between that man and Duke?

I don't know.

Well, do the names Duke and Thompson go together?

I'm sorry, I really don't know.

(knocking on door)

Oh, would you get it, Jan?

What about the house?

Do you recall ever seeing the house before?

No.

Nothing comes... (mutters)

Good morning.

I'm John Thompson.

I hope I've not come too early.

Oh, no. We're pretty early risers out here.

Did you want to see Mr. Lachlan?

We were just getting ready to leave for church.

No, I'm here to see, um, Dan Turner,

if I've come to the right place.

Yes.

This is Mr. Thompson, Mr. Mannix.

Yes, I know.

Mr. Mannix.

Did you ever find your friend Duke?

No, not yet.

Uh, this is my father-in-law, Mr. Lachlan.

My brother Harry.

Mr. Lachlan, Harry.

Thompson.

Of course I know Dan.

Hello, Dan.

Don't you remember me?

Uh, I'm afraid I don't.

His, uh, real name is Alex Lachlan.

What do you know about him?

Don't you remember anything about me, Dan?

Alex?

No.

Or any of our associates?

I don't remember anything beyond taking a bus here yesterday.

Well, I can see why, now, you've hired Mr. Mannix.

To find out where Alex has been for the past two years.

And what he's been doing.

Yeah, well, I can take you back,

unfortunately, only a couple of months.

I do a lot of business in the Orient.

Mostly Hong Kong.

Is, uh, that where you met Alex?

Yes.

The Aberdeen area.

A floating village.

He was in rags, starving.

You couldn't remember anything about yourself.

I took you in, fed you, clothed you.

(chuckles) Naturally, a fellow American.

How did you know that?

The only thing he had of value on him:

a passport issued in San Francisco...

in the name of Dan Turner.

And you, uh, brought him back to the States with you.

Mm-hmm.

We arrived in Los Angeles yesterday.

Before we left the airport,

he, uh... simply disappeared, vanished.

Naturally, I was worried about him.

So I came looking for him.

However I can help you again...

112 Bellevue Road, right here in the city.

I'm in the phone book.

Okay. All right.

Mr. Lachlan. Thompson.

Harry.

JAN: I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Thompson.

I'm happy to be able to help.

I hope I haven't made you late for church.

No, no, no.

MANNIX: Mr. Thompson...

How did you manage to find this place?

Your man is still sitting in a car outside my office.

My man?

And how does an amnesia victim manage

to get a U.S. passport legally?

I really don't know.

But he had it on him when I found him.

Good day.

Mr. Mannix, you practically told him he was lying.

I think he is.

Certainly about the passport.

But why?

When I get the answer to that question,

I'll know just what kind of trouble Alex is in.

(car phone buzzes)

Yeah?

This is Thompson.

Mannix should be getting there any minute.

Take care of him.

Gotcha.

(tires squeal)

(tires squeal)

♪ ♪

Peggy... I need help.

Run down a license number.

Uh, 949-EJC.

(birds chirping)

Why are you taking those down?

I'm changing things around.

But why?

They're my war pictures.

Those, uh... medals, are some of those mine?

(scoffs) No!

They're mine.

They're all mine.

See this?

It's a picture of me...

and I've just had the medal pinned on me.

This medal right here.

The same... It's a bronze star.

Uh-huh.

Vietnam.

Yes.

Bunker, uh, grenades.

How did you win this, Harry?

They're all mine.

How did you get it?!

I won 'em with my leg!

(glass breaks) That's how I won it!

What are you hiding?!

(groans)

They're mine!

Don't you think I deserve 'em? Huh?

It's all I've got. It's all I've got.

And when I go into town, they look up to me.

And you're not gonna take that away from me.

Nobody's gonna take that away from me!

Nobody!

Lachlan.

Hmm?

Lachlan.

Be at the office at 12:00.

It's almost 11:00.

It is 11:00.

Who are you?

It's almost 11:00 now.

Where's Duke and Thompson?

They're waiting for you.

Who are you?

You better hurry.

Hurry up. You can use my car.

It's outside.

Just hurry. Yeah...

Hurry, it's almost 12:00. Hurry up.

They're waiting for you.

Okay.

(car engine starts)

(tires squeal)

PEGGY: Thanks, Bill. If I could ever be of any help,

just let me know. Bye.

Sure appreciate it, Doc.

Is he all right, Doc?

I think he'll live, Peggy.

If he doesn't die of the tetanus shot.

What'd you find out, Peggy?

Considering it's Sunday, a lot.

Sedan license: 949-EJC, registered to Jack Gordon.

Address: 691 West 20th.

Pink slip held by Aberdeen, Limited,

Welborn Building, Second and Center Street.

A California corporation.

Corporate officers?

President John J. Thompson, of 112 Bellevue Road.

Bull's-eye.

Shouldn't you get some rest?

Tomorrow.

I knew he wouldn't show.

In which case it's off.

He's the only man I know who could abort that radar alarm.

Seeing me this morning might have jogged his memory.

If it did, there's still a chance he may show.

We'll give him five more minutes.

Even if he does show,

we're crazy trusting a guy with amnesia.

After we get the stuff, you're gonna kill him.

He'll remember now that he's home.

He's just got to.

(groans)

Harry? What happened?

Where's Alex? Harry?!

No, he's gone.

Gone where?!

We had a fight!

Fight?! Who?! Why?!

Alex and me!

Why, Harry?

Leave me alone!

Why?

I got rid of him!

What have you done with him?

Harry! What did you do, Harry?

JAN: Harry! (sobbing)

(sobbing): Harry!

(Jan wailing)

♪ ♪

Hi, Duke. Hello, John.

Sorry I'm late.

You cut it pretty fine.

Get in.

You know, today's Sunday.

Sure.

We had a very important date scheduled for noon.

I know.

Where have you been since yesterday?

Well, John, I really don't know.

You sent me for a cab at the airport,

and the next thing I knew,

I was in a brawl with some guy out in the woods.

I took his truck, and here I am.

Did you get all the baggage?

Yeah, I got the baggage. Good.

Did you run into anybody you know?

I don't know anybody here, I mean, outside of you and Duke.

Who's he, anyway?

Turk, this is Dan Turner.

Hi, how are ya?

How you doing?

Alex, better have another look at that schematic.

Who's Alex?

(chuckles)

That's Turk's middle name.

He actually prefers it.

Do you think you can handle it, Dan?

Oh, sure.

I know it with my eyes closed.

And you're ready to go through with the job?

Yeah, of course.

I mean, after what you did for me, I owe you, John.

It's a heist, Danny.

(sighs) I know, but, uh...

I mean, I'm with you all the way.

What else have I got?

All right, let's go.

The equipment's at the office.

Alex!

Alex!

What are you doing here? Alex!

Alex left, and I came to take him home, but he's not here.

Nobody's here. What made you think

he'd be here at Thompson's house?

Alex.. it's the address he was talking about.

I thought he would come here.

I was worried.

Now, were you really?

Yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Okay, you tell me.

No... All right, I'll tell you.

How did Thompson get to your place?

He didn't tail me there.

You called him, didn't you, Harry? Didn't you?

No. No! Didn't you? Didn't you?

Yes.

Yes, I called him.

Why? Why did you want to turn Alex over to Thompson?

I didn't want to turn him over.

I didn't want to, but I just wanted him to...

to go back to Thompson,

to... to anybody just to get out of my life.

Why? Why?

What difference does it make?

I had my reasons. I...

They were cockeyed. I know that now.

I... but... I want to help him.

You've got to believe me.

All right. All right.

All right, now, take it easy.

I believe you. Now, think.

Did he say anything else about where he might be going?

Uh, I... I don't know.

Think, Harry. Think.

Some-something, um... uh...

12:00 noon. 12:00 noon?

Like he was going to...

going to meet somebody or something. I don't know.

Anything else?

Was there anything else, Harry?

Yeah. Yeah, something, uh... uh, at the office.

Whose office?

I don't know.

Maybe Thompson's office.

Aberdeen, Limited downtown.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

There it is.

(power saw buzzing)

♪ ♪

There it is-- Aberdeen, Limited.

That's Thompson's office, fifth floor.

They went to the top.

We'll stop by Thompson's office first.

If they're not up there, we'll go to the top.

♪ ♪

I don't get it.

Looks like they've crossed over to the Milbank Building.

There's a top diamond merchant over there.

The only way in is through the roof.

They're probably using Alex to knock out the alarm system.

If my guess is right,

the minute they've got what they want, Alex has had it.

I've got to get over there and fast.

But how?

My only chance of surprising them

is to go in the same way they did.

You go get the police. But I want...

Just go get the police. Just...

Go get the police!

(screaming)

♪ ♪

(feet thud onto roof)

You all right?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(clips snapping tight)

(sighs)

It's clear.

(lock buzzes open)

Okay. Come on.

(dial clicking)

(clanking)

♪ ♪

(door creaking)

Hold it right there!

(gunfire)

Thompson, hold it!

(gun fires)

(gunfire)

I'm hit.

I'm hit.

Help me.

Help me. I'm hit.

Alex?

Do you remember me?

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

Hey!

I'm hit!

Harry, I'm hit!

Help, Harry!

Harry! Harry, I'm hit!

Help me, Harry!

Help me, Harry!

(echoing, distant): Harry! Harry, I'm hit!

Harry, help me.

Help me.

Harry.

I was hit, Harry.

I was alone. You left me.

I yelled for you, and you... you didn't come back.

I was alone, Harry.

I'm sorry.

Alex, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?!

You left me, man!

I was hit!

I...

I don't know what happened.

I... panicked.

And I ran.

I'm sorry.

Alex!

He came back this time.

I'm sorry, too, Harry.

It's okay.

Well, uh...

let's go home.