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♪ (theme song playing) ♪

MAN (on TV): ...freeway measure

said they would carry their fight to the governor

to prevent what they term an ecological disaster

in the Simi mountain area.

(door opens) On Wall Street,

oils and electronics led the way

in a last-hour rally which traders attributed

to a rash of good quarterly earnings reports.

In superior court today, it was standing room only

as the bribery trial of Lucas Hume got under way.

(TV volume rises) Hume, a consultant

for the city planning commission,

appeared grimly silent as he emerged from the courtroom

after hearing the prosecution's opening salvo against him.

The prosecution said it would prove that Hume,

prominent in city cultural circles,

accepted a $150,000 bribe early last year

for awarding city-owned land to the land development firm

owned by Gil Ryan.

Ryan, who has been granted immunity

as a prosecution witness, promises to be the key figure

in the prosecution's case against Hume.

I gotta get to the gym. Puttin' on a few pounds.

MAN (on TV): ...a glimpse of singing star Linda Cole,

who has been linked romantically with Ryan

for the past two years.

Ms. Cole interrupted the filming

of her forthcoming television special

to be with Ryan at the opening of the trial.

And now for a look at the latest in sports.

(turns TV off)

Don't you want to hear the rest of the news?

What rest of the news?

You don't like me very much, do you?

The city assigned me to protect you.

It doesn't matter what I think.

You're absolutely right.

What you think makes no difference at all.

Just make sure you keep that hall door locked.

Don't worry. I'm not exactly holding open house.

(doorbell buzzes)

Who is it?

Loeb's Pharmacy.

Relax.

I ordered something for my stomach.

It's been killing me since dinner.

You'll see nothing else kills me, right?

Here, give him this.

Here you are.

You ought to try some of this. Best on the market.

My stomach's fine.

I don't get into your kind of trouble.

I hope the next guy who's assigned to me

comes equipped with a sense of humor.

(door closes and locks)

Mannix s6e20 The Faces Of Murder

(gunshots and explosions on TV)

(loud gunshots)

Ryan!

Hold it.

Give me the gun.

(door opens and closes)

Joe, there's a girl here to see you.

Does she have a name?

Hume. Christina Hume.

Any relation to Lucas Hume?

Sister.

It's an open-and-shut case, Peggy.

There's nothing I can do for her.

Oh, Joe, she's very upset.

Just talk to her and let her down easy, huh?

(breathes deeply) Okay, Peggy.

Ms. Hume, he'll see you.

Mr. Mannix.

Thank you for seeing me.

Please, sit down, Ms. Hume.

If this is about your brother,

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.

You can prove that he didn't do it.

Your brother was found standing over Gil Ryan's body

with a gun in his hand.

My brother is innocent, Mr. Mannix.

What makes you so sure?

Because...

I killed Gil Ryan.

Why me? Why not the police?

I've been to the police. They don't believe me.

They think that I'm just trying to protect Lucas.

Was that unreasonable of them?

I killed Gil Ryan, Mr. Mannix.

I'll pay you anything to...

To convict you of murder?

Yes.

Why did you do it?

Because he framed my brother.

And because he used me to do it.

Used you?

We were having an affair.

Until I found out

that all Gil wanted from me

was to get to my brother.

I had dinner with Lucas last night...

and we discussed the trial.

You don't understand, Lucas.

The man doesn't care about anything.

He intends to put you in jail.

Chris, don't worry.

It'll be all right.

It won't be all right, Lucas.

You always think everything will be all right.

He won't get away with it. He can't. There's no case.

(scoffs) How could I be so stupid?

How could I bring him here into this house?

How could I?

Chris, you couldn't have known.

How could you?

I believed him, Lucas.

I really believed that he loved me.

Chris, he hasn't proven anything yet.

He won't get away with it. Believe me. I'll be all right.

Come on, a little brandy

and you'll be all right.

I don't want any brandy, thank you.

Uh, could I have some coffee instead?

Okay. I won't be a minute.

♪ ♪

Chris?

(doorbell buzzes)

MAN: Who is it?

Loeb's Pharmacy.

GIL: Relax. I ordered something for my stomach.

It's been killing me since dinner.

GIL: Here, give him this.

MAN: Here you are.

Just get out of here. Go straight home.

Make sure no one sees you. Do as I say.

I shouldn't have gone.

That's exactly the way it happened, Mr. Mannix.

And the, uh, papers seem to have a different version.

Lucas keeps insisting that he did it.

Ms. Hume,

did anybody know you were seeing Gil Ryan--

Linda Cole, for instance?

No.

No one,

except Lucas.

Will you help me?

Well, I'd hardly call it helping to put you behind bars.

My brother is innocent, Mr. Mannix.

"My brother is innocent, Lieutenant Malcolm."

I heard it all, Joe.

The girl came to my office this morning.

It got me right here.

Now you didn't track me down in this weather

to tell me that.

Art, a girl like Ms. Hume

doesn't confess to a murder just for kicks.

You're underprivileged, Joe.

You haven't been introduced

to the cream of Los Angeles society.

When a blue blood gets into trouble,

a decent sister rushes to his defense.

Art, she admitted having an affair with Ryan.

It wasn't easy for her to do.

Big deal. On today's market--

Charlie, you're gonna have to dust this whole room.

I will, Lieutenant.

Joe, I'd like to talk to you,

but I have a homicide to investigate.

The Hume case is over and done with.

Over and done with?

It was tough. I'll admit that.

A crooked politician

puts a couple of slugs in the guy that fingers him.

He's discovered standing over the body

holding a gun that's registered in his name.

Tough, but I cracked it.

Where did Hume get a key to the apartment?

How do I know?

With Ryan's underworld connections,

there could be 50 keys out.

And a lot of his shady friends

are involved in that bribery case.

Joe, she's a very pretty girl.

Why don't you take her out to dinner and tell her so?

That's the best you can do.

Thanks, Art.

I didn't think he'd believe you.

If we could prove you were close to Ryan,

at least it would be a start.

Prove it how?

MANNIX: Well, when it comes to gossip,

I.A.'s a pretty small town.

Now, someone must have known what was going on.

Gil was very...

discreet.

We met either at my house or at his apartment.

You, uh, never went anywhere together?

W-we had dinner out a couple of times,

but no place where anyone would see us.

Where?

A little Italian restaurant in Long Beach,

Giovanni's.

They had marvelous scampi.

(guitar music playing)

Have you decided?

Hmm. I'll have the linguine with the clam sauce,

and the lady will have the usual.

And what would that be, signorina?

Now don't tell me you don't remember Ms. Hume.

She's been here several times with Mr. Ryan.

The signorina is very lovely,

but I don't remember.

Uh, wait a minute. Now let's start all over again.

Why don't you tell him it's all right to tell me,

'cause I won't tell anyone.

It's all right.

Please, tell him.

The scampi.

You must understand, signore,

in Giovanni, the ultimate in discrezione

is almost as important as the ultimate in food.

As a man of the world, you appreciate that, certainly.

Certainly.

The police have been here many times,

asking about Mr. Ryan, signorina.

I-I didn't think you would like to get involved in it.

That's all right. Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Joe, I don't figure what you're getting at.

When I broke down the door,

there was nobody in Ryan's bedroom except Lucas Hume.

You didn't see the door to the hallway close,

and you didn't see a woman?

(scoffs) What woman?

There's no girl in Ryan's life except Linda Cole.

Everybody in town knows that.

Lou, there was another woman.

I wouldn't believe it if you showed me movies.

When we went to dinner after the court hearing,

Ryan, Ham, and Linda Cole and me,

the cigarette girl smiled at Ryan.

I thought Linda was gonna tear her apart.

Suppose she didn't know about the other woman.

Not a chance.

Any girl came within 5 feet of Ryan,

Linda would've known it.

Look, Joe,

I'm in enough trouble with the department already

for letting Ryan get killed.

They can't blame you for that.

Tell that to the commissioner.

Thanks, Lou.

We're all set, Linda.

Linda, we need you!

Linda, we're ready!

I'll be there when I'm ready!

(sniffles)

Linda--

Mark, you're the lawyer.

Will you talk some sense into her?

He's a lover, isn't he?

Huh? Gil isn't even in his grave,

and I'm supposed to get out there and just--

I'm supposed to perform as though nothing ever happened.

Linda, did I know it was going to happen?

Now we're running behind today.

The whole show's going over budget.

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, Linda.

I know it's difficult,

but you're a pro.

Oh, sure, Mark, I'm a pro,

someone who just makes money for everybody else

and has no feelings.

Come on, baby,

you're gonna cry yourself into a breach-of-contract suit.

I think it would be much better if you went out there

and--and go to work.

Okay, but give me a few minutes to pull myself together.

And tell our friend here

I'm not something that you wind up.

Sure, sure, sure, sure.

(sniffles)

(knock on door)

Ms. Cole?

Who are you?

My name is Joe Mannix. I'm a private investigator.

(sighs) Not private enough.

Al?! Al!

Like all managers,

hangs around till you need him.

All right, what do you want?

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about the Ryan case.

Look, the police found Lucas Hume

standing over Gil's body.

Now what do you want me to tell you, the butler did it?

Well, there was someone else involved,

a girl Ryan was seeing.

What girl?

There was only one girl in Gil's life,

and you're speaking to her.

Well, they were, uh, seen together several times.

Where'd you get that cock-and-bull story?

Well, Ms. Cole, I, uh, I didn't mean to upset you.

I just figured you were a pretty sharp girl,

and you'd know.

I knew there was no one.

You couldn't be with Ryan 24 hours a day.

No, but Mel Faber could. Mel Faber?

You hired a private detective?

He happens to be a friend of mine.

Well, then he must have told you about Ms. Hume.

Look, I don't have to give you

any explanations about anything.

Al, get this snooper out of here! Al!

Don't bother, Ms. Cole.

I'll find my way.

(sighs)

Joe Mannix, huh?

Well, um...

okay, Jenny, I'll see him.

Hey, Joe.

Hello, Mel.

Long time, no see. Yeah.

To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

Well, I happened to be in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop in and see how the snoop business was.

Oh, I'm not doing much detective work these days, Joe.

This is where it's at.

This is it, where the money is--

the burglar alarm systems. Hmm.

It's great. People are scared to death these days.

Yeah, so I hear.

Hey, I just got in a new shipment,

a whole batch of new stuff. Come on, let me show you.

Sure.

All right, Joe.

Why don't we start the demonstration right here?

A door. A key. Open it.

(bell ringing)

(bell stops)

How about that?

Unless you use the proper laminated key,

the magnet is activated, and the alarm goes off--

every door, every key.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not in the market, Mel.

Uh, I feel safe.

But, sir, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Right this way, please.

(bell ringing)

(bell stops) A photoelectric eye.

Any pro would figure it out in five seconds.

Joe, anybody tries anything in this place,

it's a minefield.

A couple of guys tried to break into the office

about a month ago, and the cops were here in nothing flat.

Come on, it gets better.

My files are around the corner.

(bell ringing)

Circuits under the carpets.

Jenny.

(bell stops)

Joe, I've got something new

that's really beautiful, really terrific.

If you want to protect something

that's really valuable, this is it.

Really--like something belonging to a client?

Well, in our business, like the confidential file.

Hmm.

Now here is a combination that you couldn't break

if you were Houdini.

Joe, look at something for a second, huh?

You know, Mel, uh,

I run with a different crowd.

There we go.

Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh.

Now observe.

Nothing up the sleeves.

Right.

Pick yourself a file.

(bell ringing)

(chuckling)

Jenny! (bell stops)

Pretty cute, huh? Hmm.

You get within a foot of those files,

and your body heat sets off the alarm.

Uh, speaking of files, Mel,

uh, I understand you did some work for Linda Cole.

Whatever gave you that idea?

I heard it from a very reliable source--

Linda Cole.

Oh.

Well, actually, all I did was to install

a burglar alarm system in her apartment,

you know, to protect her jewels and furs.

Why don't we stop wasting time with this double-talk, Mel?

Let me take a look at the Cole file

and get it over with.

And if you do look, what do you think you're going to find?

A lot of unpaid bills, that's all.

Yeah, even with the money she makes,

her business manager doesn't pay easy.

Hmm. When I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

That's right, Joe.

You're wrong.

Look, we're both pros.

You know I can't show you a client's file.

Oh, I understand, Mel.

Ethics is ethics.

You got it, Joe.

Nice seeing you.

Thanks for the demonstration.

My pleasure.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(beeps)

(beeps)

(beeps)

Was it worth all the trouble?

Names, dates, and places-- it was worth it.

Pictures, too.

Faber would be that slimy.

Yeah, he was at Ryan's building the night of the murder.

He saw everything.

Faber at Ryan's?

He's got it all.

Followed Chris Hume to the building,

heard the shots. He even saw Lucas Hume arrive.

And I've only read two pages.

Did Linda Cole know?

It says right here, uh,

"copy Ms. Linda Cole."

Why didn't she tell the police?

I haven't gotten that far yet.

What do you suppose Faber was up to?

Well, he probably smelled a fast buck.

Peggy, call downtown and leave word for Malcolm.

Tell him I'll be there tomorrow morning, 9:00 sharp, huh?

Right.

What are you--

Peggy?

MAN: Play it cool, Mannix,

or you'll be looking for another secretary.

He's got a gun, Joe.

MAN: All right,

now just toss that file out here.

Come on, Mannix, I don't want to hurt the lady.

MAN: Make sure you slide your gun out first.

MAN: Come on, Mannix.

(gun clatters)

MAN: Now the file.

MAN: Now go back to your desk.

It'll make it easier on everyone.

Don't get any bright ideas, Mannix.

You stick your head out the front door,

we'll blow it off.

All right, lady, inside

and close the door behind you.

You all right?

(sighs)

(car door closes, engine starts)

(knock on door)

MANNIX: Faber!

Faber?

Morning, Peggy.

Good Morning. Coffee?

Coming. Good morning, Art.

ART: There are two schools of thought about that, Peggy.

Is he in?

Hey, come on in, Art.

What brings you out on such a busy day?

Oh, never too busy a day to call on a suspect.

What's the charge?

It's the Faber case, Joe.

I'm looking for the joker that called in

and reported Faber dead.

Probably some solid citizen.

That solid citizen neglected to leave his name.

Well, you know how things are these days, Art.

People just don't like to get involved.

Faber's secretary said

that you spent some time with him yesterday.

Hmm. A couple old buddies talking over old times.

You didn't go back there last night?

Now, why should I, Art? He's not open nights.

Thanks, Peggy. Coffee?

No, thanks.

Somebody broke into Faber's office last night about 10:00.

Seems like they were after something in one of the files.

You wouldn't have an idea what that something might be?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Me?

Joe, you wouldn't happen to have

the missing file around here, would you?

Art, I do not have it,

and that is the truth.

Joe, they're screaming downtown.

Somebody killed Faber, and they want to know who did it.

Yeah.

You know, the D.A.'s office wants me

to bring you in for questioning.

Would you, uh, like me to go with you?

No, what good would that do?

It was your suggestion, Art.

Joe, the pressure is on.

Now I know that you wouldn't call in

and report Faber dead.

I know that you would never break into Faber's office.

And I know you haven't got the missing file here.

But the D.A.'s office isn't so trusting.

They want some answers, and you better dig some up.

I'll give you 24 hours.

What was that all about? (door closes)

He thinks I'm holding out on him.

Well, aren't you?

I wish I was.

I could've sworn Mel Faber was behind all of this.

I'd sure like to know what was in the rest of that file.

(telephone rings)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just a moment, please.

It's your client.

Hmm. Yes, Chris?

Joe, a-a man's been trying to get into the apartment.

MANNIX: What happened?

Well, he was outside the building all morning.

And then he came in and rang the bell a couple of times.

I didn't answer.

He tried to force the door, but I had the double lock on.

MANNIX: Where is he now?

Downstairs,

watching the apartment.

He's still there, Joe.

He's on the dock where the boats are.

What's he wearing?

Kind of a gray tweed jacket

and black pants and shirt.

Now you stay away from the window.

I'm on my way.

CHRISTINA: How did he find me? Do you know who he was?

MANNIX: Some dime-a-dozen punk.

The important thing is who sent him?

CHRISTINA: Why would anyone want to kill me?

MANNIX: Well, with you out of the way,

the trial goes on as scheduled,

your brother goes to prison for life,

case closed.

Maybe it was that private detective,

the one that Linda Cole hired.

Faber? He's dead. He was shot.

Do you know who did it?

Someone who knew he had a file.

Faber was there the night Ryan was killed.

If Faber was there,

then he must have seen me.

He, uh, heard the shots.

He saw you leaving, and he saw your brother.

Joe, that proves that I was telling the truth.

Why can't you just go to the police and tell them?

Right now it's only hearsay.

The only witness is dead, and the file is missing.

If Faber was there that night, why didn't he go to the police?

Probably because there was money in it.

Chris,

in your brother's business dealings with Ryan,

did he ever mention any of Ryan's friends,

boys who might have put up the bribery money?

He never did. Is it important?

There must be information in that file

that someone wants to keep hidden,

and it must have something to do with the night of the murder.

Chris, are you sure there isn't something

that you might have forgotten to tell me about that night?

I don't think so.

That leaves only one person unaccounted for.

Who's that?

MANNIX: Delivery boy.

From Loeb's Pharmacy.

Did you actually see him leave?

I, uh...

I was so upset, I really don't remember anything.

He might have heard the shots and come back.

He could've seen something,

and he was just too scared to go to the police.

If someone found out about that,

they might kill him, too.

Unless I get to him first.

You ready? Yes.

♪ ♪

Hello, Sid.

Joe. I haven't seen you in months.

You been buying at the discount stores?

Now, Sid, would I do a thing like that?

As long as you've been well, I'll accept it as an excuse.

Sid, I'd like to talk to one of your delivery boys,

the one who took an order up to Gil Ryan's

on the night he was murdered.

We didn't send anybody there.

Well, he was wearing a Loeb's jacket.

I've got a witness who identified it.

Well, the witness needs glasses.

Ryan canceled the order.

Are you sure?

Joe, don't I take care of all of my customers personally?

With the prices I charge, I've got to.

Ryan called and wanted us to send over a bottle of antacid.

We send the stuff to him all the time.

15 minutes later, the order was canceled.

Did, uh, Ryan cancel the order himself?

I didn't answer the phone. I'll have to check.

(indistinct conversation)

Well, Harold isn't sure who canceled the order,

but he doesn't think it was Ryan.

Then none of your delivery boys went up to Ryan's apartment.

Joe, would I send a delivery boy

if there was no order?

Somebody did.

Thanks, Sid.

Good luck.

Is this the entire report, Doctor?

Yes.

Two bullets went through Ryan's chest wall.

It's right there on the x-ray report.

Did you check for anything besides bullet wounds?

No need to. They were enough to kill him.

How long would it take to perform a complete autopsy?

Well, there's no point

in wasting the taxpayers' money, Mr. Mannix.

The wounds were still fresh when the body was brought in.

ART: What's the matter, Doctor?

Is he trying to take over your job?

He's already replaced the police department.

I'm just trying to help him over some of the rough spots.

I understand you staged a footrace

at the marina this morning.

We also know you've got the Hume girl

stashed at Peggy's apartment. Why?

Well, I'll tell you all about it, Art,

if you'll do me a favor in return.

Ask the doctor here to perform a full autopsy on Gil Ryan.

The Lieutenant hasn't got the authority.

And Mr. Ryan's attorney

requested the body be returned for burial.

All right, I'll, uh, get the authority.

ART: We've got the two bullets for evidence, Joe.

What do you want?

The bullets may not mean much, Art.

I think it's just possible that Chris Hume killed a dead man.

Say that again.

I think it's possible Chris Hume shot a dead man,

which when you think of it isn't much of a crime.

You're crazy, Joe.

If I am, you can have me committed.

But you'd better stick close behind, Art,

'cause I think I'm on to something.

I don't see how the police

could have a stronger case against Lucas Hume.

I'm a pretty good lawyer,

but I'd hate to have to try to defend him.

I don't think we should convict him, Mr. Mitchell,

until we have all the evidence.

Well, I don't know what you're looking for,

but I'll help if I can.

I'd like permission

to have a full autopsy performed on Gil Ryan's body.

Well, that's not up to me.

Linda Cole is the executor of the estate.

I'll call her, if you like, but I'm not too hopeful.

She just wants to get Gil buried and the whole thing forgotten

as quickly as possible.

Don't bother, Mr. Mitchell.

I'll get in touch with Ms. Cole myself.

Thank you.

Do you think this is funny, huh?

Linda--

I mean, do you really expect me to stand up

in front of 30 million people with this material?

Linda, the boys will work on it.

(sighs) They'll laugh, all right--at me!

Linda, the boys will give you anything you want.

I want it funny-- funny, funny!

I'm sorry, fellas.

She's been through a lot.

We'll work on it tomorrow, huh?

Okay, boys, that's a wrap!

We'll see you here same time tomorrow. Thanks a lot.

(sighs)

What is it this time?

A favor, Ms. Cole.

Like what?

I need your permission

to have another autopsy performed on Gil Ryan.

You must be kidding.

Get out.

It's possible he was poisoned before he was shot.

Where did you get that?

Do I have your permission?

No, you don't.

Why are you so nervous about another autopsy?

You afraid we'll find out you killed Ryan?

Me? What are you talking about?

I loved Gil.

Sure,

till you found out about Christina Hume.

Then you sent a phony delivery boy

up to Ryan's apartment, no fuss, no nothin',

just a little poison in a harmless antacid.

And then Ms. Hume made the rest easy for you.

I didn't. I loved him.

Ms. Cole, I'm gonna get another autopsy

if I have to go to the D.A.

Now what really happened?

Mel Faber get greedy?

Did you have to take care of him, too?

No.

Then why didn't you go to the police

with the copy of that report Mel Faber gave you?

You certainly weren't out to protect Christina Hume.

She could rot in jail for all I care.

Then why?

Acid.

They said they'd throw acid.

This is all I have,

my voice and my face.

(door opens)

Mannix,

you're upsetting the lady.

Get his gun.

Huh, shall we?

Mark.

Stick to your singing, Linda,

while you've still got a voice and a face.

(door closes)

MANNIX: The syndicate wasn't too happy

with what Ryan was gonna say on the stand.

MARK: As their lawyer,

I didn't think it was in their best interest.

MANNIX: So they had Faber killed

because he recognized the phony delivery boy

and wanted a payoff.

MARK: Men get killed for a lot of different reasons.

(gunshot)

Go.

I thought I told you to stick behind me.

You didn't say how far.

Take him.

It isn't over, is it, Joe?

I wish...

It'll never be over.

Never.

Never is the longest word in the English language.

The point is

I did pull the trigger.

I know.

It may take some time,

but, uh, but one day you'll be able to live with it.

Promise?

Now would I lie to a client?