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Mannix s7e05 The Gang's All Here

Deetz!

The Lobos are moving in on our turf.

Do something about it.

We did.

They got Pot's girl to split to the beach with them.

We called them on it.

They laughed in our face.

They didn't laugh in mine when I was running the Nomads.

How did you do it, Deetz?

They jammed me, I jammed them back.

You show them enough clout, they'll get the message.

I wait any longer, Art, he'll be on his way to nowhere.

I'm going in.

Get here as soon as you can.

Anybody nosing around?

Nobody.

I packed your suitcase.

Now, you wait here a week,

then you hop a plane for Vancouver, okay?

Red... you killed a guy.

I don't like the idea of staying here alone.

He could have interested friends.

You know what I mean?

Here.

Feel better?

Oh, do you have to go right away?

Hey, Vancouver's full of rainy days, baby.

Hold it right there, Deetz.

(WOMAN GRUNTS)

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Hold it, Deetz!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

What happened?

Make a break for it? Yeah.

It'll all be in my report.

You'll have it Monday.

Tonight, before the captain leaves.

Can't. I've got to catch a plane to Summer Grove at 8:00.

It'll have to wait.

Now, look, Art, it's my father's 75th birthday.

I'm sorry, Joe, but the captain isn't going home

till he gets the report.

All right, Art.

Tonight it is.

All right, move back.

Step back. Move on.

Stop looking.

Come on. Move it.

(SIREN WAILING)

I was talking to him just a minute ago.

You saw me talking to him.

What happened? Who is it?

Deetz. No kidding?

Who did it? That dude.

His name is Mannix.

Private eye?

One shot... pow.

He's got to be one tough private eye.

Now, there's a guy with clout.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, but I'm scared of what I'm thinking.

Well, we got to do something, don't we?

Mannix ain't from around here.

We'll need a car.

Hey, Arlie, you ain't never seen

the Nomad clubhouse, have you?

I better not.

Thanks just the same.

Hey, he can't be a Nomad.

His old man was a cop.

What's that got to do with it?

Once a cop, always a cop.

That goes for a cop's kid, too.

Besides, he's chicken.

I ain't chicken.

No, course he ain't.

How can old Arlie be chicken when he's going to be a Nomad?

Come on.

We'll show you the club.

It's pretty.

Like, uh, artistic.

Who did it?

Oh, we all took a crack at it.

Where'd you get the guns?

The walkie-talkies?

My brother's in the Marines.

You know, the Reserves.

He rips something off every weekend.

(CHUCKLES)

Hup!

(ALL HUMMING MILITARY MARCH)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, Arlie, you, uh, got a car, ain't you?

My mother does.

She works nights, don't she?

Yeah. So you can get the keys, huh?

Just for an hour or so.

Guess I could.

Give me your hand.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Hey, here it is.

Mannix, J.

17 Paseo Verde, West Los Angeles.

Write it down.

Here you go, Arlie.

Now you're a Nomad.

WOMAN: You joined them, didn't you?

Don't bug me, Ma. It's just a club.

That's not a club; that's a gang!

Vicious little punks.

Thieves, muggers, hoodlums.

You got it all wrong, Ma.

I work in that dumb restaurant.

I know this neighborhood.

What would your father have said?

Nothing.

Your father was a police officer.

He was something else, too, wasn't he?

What was he?

Tell me.

What was he?

A dope pusher.

Everyone knows it.

Why not say it?

Oh, Arlie.

What am I going to do with you?

I got to go.

Arlie...

He was not a dope pusher.

He was a fine, honorable man.

I don't know how many times I gotta tell you that.

They never proved anything.

It was just gossip.

Okay, it was just gossip.

I'll see you later.

Arlie?

Hey.

Want some supper? Hmm?

Leave me alone, will you?

Oh, God, I try.

End of report.

Type it up, will you, Peg?

I wonder how does somebody get this way.

Get what way?

Deetz.

They start young.

It's progression.

Misdemeanors, felonies, Murder One.

Each arrest gives them more prestige.

Salt that with a little heroin, what have you got?

Red Deetz.

I knew I'd heard that name

with that dope case a couple of years ago.

That scandal with the police officer.

Yeah, Sergeant Paul.

He was on the take.

Well, nothing was ever proved one way or the other, was it?

Well, it was investigated.

Officially, Paul was guilty.

Are you going to type up the report?

Oh, you are in a sour mood.

The machine is that little thing under that cover.

Look, Joe, why don't you go to the airport

and take your plane to Summer Grove?

You'll miss the party, but at least you can have

some cake with your dad.

I've got to take the report downtown.

I'll take it for you.

Yeah, what about your dinner?

I'll go out and get a sandwich

and bring it back here.

Uh-uh.

That's on me.

There you are.

Oh. Thanks, Joe.

And give my best to your dad.

Will do.

Oh, Joe.

Um... you better change your tie.

There's blood on it.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Maybe he's gone.

His car's parked outside, ain't it?

Ten dollars.

(CHUCKLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hi, kids.

Hi.

What can I do for you?

Well, now, just a whole lot.

Yeah, you can do a whole bunch for us.

Look, I'm sorry.

I was just on my way out.

Now, if you'll...

How old are you kids?

I'm seven and a half, and he's eight.

Empty your pockets on the table.

Everything.

Well, now that you've ripped off the place, as they say,

why don't you leave?

If you're lucky, you'll maybe get

as far as a block or two.

We're going, but you're going with us.

Beat it.

You don't understand, Mannix.

I said you're going with us.

Now, move.

Joe.

Joe, I'm back.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, hi.

How's the party?

He's on his way.

He just left for the airport.

Right.

Oh, and Mr. Mannix, happy birthday.

Good-bye.

Geez, Monkey, you look like you could use a fix.

Oh, my guy wasn't in, okay?

Where you been?

Juvenile hall.

I got picked up with a dime bag on me.

A guy with 12 arrests, you sure got out fast.

Uh... sure you didn't make a deal with the cops?

Look, my mother come and got me, okay?

I thought your mother was in Vegas.

Well, she came back.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What are you guys doing out here, anyway?

BIRD: Out.

ARLIE: I have to take the car back now.

BIRD: Inside. POT: This way, sir...

After you, Mr. Mannix.

This way.

Hey. Who's that?

That's Mannix.

He shot Red Deetz, right between the eyes... pow!

Come on.

Get lost, doll.

All right, let's get this over with.

I've got to catch a plane. What's on your mind?

We're having trouble with another gang... the Lobos.

I talked to Deetz about it.

He says you gotta have clout...

nail it down, right in front of 'em.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, this clout... you're going to give it to us.

One shot... pow!

Who's gonna do it?

I will. Let me do it, Bird.

We cut the cards, huh, Bird?

No cards. You?

Him.

Me?!

One shot... pow!

You're going to "pow" me, is that the idea?

Right on.

You've got to be kidding.

Nobody's laughing.

What about it, Arlie?

S-Sure, Bird, if you say so.

Party's over, kids.

Now why don't you all go home like good little boys, huh?

(GRUNTS)

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I don't think you guys got the guts.

Stick around.

(WHISTLES)

(GROANS)

Wait for the engines, then shoot him in the head.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(FIRE TRUCK HORN BLARING)

BIRD: Shoot!

Jam him. Shoot!

Shoot!

Jam him! Shoot!

I winged him!

Ain't nowhere you gonna run, Arlie.

I'll see you at the clubhouse. Watch him, Ox.

Come on!

He's gotta be here somewhere.

Spread out!

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(TRUCK DOOR SHUTS)

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Pot, can you hear me?

Yeah, we hear you.

We're on 5th Street.

Punch Bowl, where are you?

We're taking 6th Street.

Monk?

I've got to use your phone. It's an emergency.

Oh, sure.

Thanks.

(DIALING TELEPHONE)

Hey... you're Mannix.

This guy here that got Deetz.

(WEAKLY): Yeah.

Who shot you?

Kids...

Bird? Pot? Those kids? Yeah.

Give me the Gang Squad. Sergeant Packer.

No way!

Nobody's blowing the whistle on those kids over this phone.

If they was to find out, they'd...

they'd burn this place down... and me!

No, they're not going to set fire to any place.

They're gonna go to jail. Like hell they are.

They'll be out on the street before I get up tomorrow.

Now, look, buddy, do me a favor and get out of here.

I don't care if you bleed to death, but not in my store.

So...

Here, come here. ln here.

In there.

Look, I told you before, I don't sell to juveniles.

We're looking for a guy.

Name's Mannix. He been here?

Nobody like that.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Now get out.

After I use the phone.

Look, Mannix, die somewhere else.

(GROANS, COUGHS)

Here's a dime... here.

There's a, there's a phone booth outside.

Please!

Give me the Gang Squad.

Hey, listen... let's, um, let's split here.

I'll go that way, and you go around the block,

and we'll meet in the alley, okay?

Yeah, okay...

(COINS CLINKING, BELL DINGING)

Hey, Punch Bowl...

Phone booth.

(PHONE RINGS)

Gang Squad.

Sergeant, this is Monkey.

I'm calling like we said.

Look, I... I only got a minute.

A guy named Mannix...

Hello?

Hello, Monkey?

PARKER (ON PHONE): Hello!

Monkey!

Ox!

I'm looking! I'm looking!

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(GLASS SHATTERING, DEBRIS CLATTERING)

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(GASPS)

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Hey.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

W-What are, what are you doing in here?

Who are you? MANNIX: Who are you?

I live here.

Hey... (MUTTERS)

you're bleeding something awful.

Somebody shoot you?

Kids.

Figures.

Ah, yeah, they're-they're a disgrace.

Awful situation.

Oh, yeah, you're bleeding something awful.

There's some paper towels in the men's room.

You-You really ought to call the police, though,

is what you really ought to do.

You... You got a phone here?

Uh, disconnected.

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

I'll-I'll go out and phone them for you, huh?

I come in and out through the roof, see.

But you gotta be a acrobat to do it.

Besides, those kids see you,

they're liable to shoot you again.

Except, only thing is, I ain't got no dime.

I drunk up my money.

Could you lend me a dime?

I haven't got one.

Oh, yeah, they robbed you, too, did they?

Yeah.

Boy, that's terrible, that's terrible.

We're raising a nation of thieves and murderers

is what we're doing.

Come on...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You, uh... you got something around here

that I could clean this up with?

Some rubbing alcohol, maybe?

I don't know.

Let me see what I got.

I'm the janitor of this place, you know.

Least, I was until the New Year's Eve it was closed up.

No... no rubbing alcohol.

Just this stuff.

Spot remover.

I couldn't recommend it, though.

I took a swig of it once.

If there was any spots on my stomach, they ain't there now.

You know, seeing you reminds me,

it was a murder that-that closed this place up.

Right here in this gent's room.

How it happened was, you know, I was, I was in this last stall

right down here, doing some refurbishing.

And a fellow named Deetz

comes in carrying a package, expecting to meet a pusher.

But a cop comes in instead, see.

When he tries to arrest Deetz,

Deetz... (IMITATES GUNSHOT)

kills him with his own gun.

Well, then I, then I seen him

plant this package of heroin on... on the, on the dead cop,

then goes right out through that window there.

Pretty soon, the whole place is swarming with cops.

But they, they never-never do find out it's a frame.

And then the owner gets all disgusted

and shut the place up, walks away.

What was this cop's name?

Was it Paul?

Name, name.

Paul.

Yeah!

Sergeant Paul.

Ah.

Did this, uh, Paul have a son?

Yeah, a kid named Ar-Arnie... Arlie, Arlie.

Had a wife, too. Waitress around here some wheres.

Why... why didn't you tell anybody the truth?

Well, the cop was dead already, wasn't he?

Besides, if-if that Deetz ever found out I-l was the one

that-that told on him, he'd have killed me, too.

He was a bad one.

I heard some detective shot him this afternoon.

Can't say as I'm too sorry, either.

Maybe-Maybe now I'll tell what really happened.

Put things to rights.

(COINS JANGLING, RATTLING ONTO FLOOR)

Doggone!

Why didn't I think of that?!

Them little things is gold mines!

Here, now go...

go make that phone call.

My name is Joe Mannix.

You bet. You bet.

And don't you worry about a thing.

You're... You're as good as in the hospital.

♪ ♪

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(PHONE RINGING)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh.

Well, it was over... over two hours ago.

I'm sure it's a delay at the airport, Mr. Mannix.

I'm... don't worry.

And save him a piece of cake.

Good-bye.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, hi, Art.

I just finished typing that report.

I'm going to bring it down now.

All right, Peggy, I'm waiting.

Art, I don't like what's going on here.

Say that again.

Well, something strange is going on here.

I went out to get a sandwich.

I left Joe here.

When I came back, he was gone, and ten dollars out of my purse.

I don't see the connection.

Uh, hold on a minute, will you, Peggy?

Yeah, what is it, Les?

Joe Mannix is coming down here tonight, isn't he?

He was. Why?

One of our informers called us

from a phone booth on Halpern Street.

A Nomad.

He mentioned Mannix's name

just before he took a knife in his back.

Peggy, where is Joe?

He's on his way to Summer Grove.

But he hasn't gotten there yet.

Why?

An informer mentioned his name just before he was killed.

A kid down on Halpern Street.

Halpern Street.

That's near where Deetz was killed.

I'm going down there and take a look.

I'll meet you.

I don't know where I'll be.

Please, Art.

All right.

Th-There's a restaurant down there... Lardelli's.

Wait for me there.

Yeah, bye-bye.

Let's go.

Two cops by the phone booth.

Stay away.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I suppose you're claiming Miranda and Escobedo?

We don't know what those big words are.

What do they mean?

Book 'em.

Curfew, if nothing else.

I talked to the guy in the liquor store.

Mannix was in there earlier.

Been shot in the side.

Guy said Deetz hung out in that bar.

I'll try it.

(SLURRING): Oh, yeah, I was, I was maybe

20, 22 when I tried out for the New York Giants.

Look at me now you'd never believe it,

but I had an arm on me then the likes of which

very, very few major leaguers...

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, what'll you have?

The name Joe Mannix mean anything to you?

No.

How about Red Deetz?

I think he was in here once last Christmas.

Oh, excuse me.

Any use in my asking if you've seen Joe Mannix?

At what point in time, Senator?

Since he chased Red Deetz out of your room.

If I had, I'd have shot him dead.

That answer your question?

One more.

Deetz used to be a Nomad, didn't he?

Deetz used to be alive.

Beat it, cop.

First, they wanted to try me out behind the plate, you know.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

I says, "No, sir, I ain't getting hit in the head"

with no swinging bat."

(LAUGHS)

What'd you say to him?

Just that I ain't seen Joe Mannix.

Hey.

I clean forgot.

I got to make a phone call.

Would-Would-Would you believe it?

Them-Them kids got that Mannix fellow

trapped in the Stukie Dance Hall.

He got a bullet in him.

I was, I was supposed to call the police,

but I ain't-ain't got no dime.

Lend me a dime, Chester.

You know I got a rule against lending to you anytime.

That's all right, Willy.

I'll make the phone call for you.

Oh, no, no, I-l really ought to do it myself.

Here.

Have a drink.

Oh, I'm much obliged to you.

Yeah.

Well, now, where was I?

Your throwing arm.

Oh.

(LAUGHS)

I gotta tell you...

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Hello, Arlie.

Where are the Nomads?

I don't know. Why?

I have a message for them.

I'm a Nomad.

Or was.

What's that supposed to mean?

They had Mannix.

Guess it was me who bungled things up,

let him get away.

Arlie, I think I know a way that you can make it up to them.

I can never make it up to them.

You can, if you kill Mannix.

He's at Stukie's Dance Hall.

Just finish him off.

Well, they took all the guns.

Belonged to Deetz.

Oh, Art.

He's down here and you haven't found him.

In a nutshell.

And he's been shot.

(SIGHS)

Joe out there,

maybe bleeding to death,

and I'm sitting here drinking a cup of coffee.

Peggy, Sergeant Packer's been on the Gang Squad for six years.

He knows his job; let him do it.

Oh, Art, I feel so helpless.

Is that... you're...

Helen Paul, aren't you?

Hello, Lieutenant.

It's been a long time, Helen.

What'll it be?

Oh, just some coffee.

How've you been?

How's your boy?

Fine.

Cream?

Yeah, please.

Helen...

I want you to know something...

I never did buy that story about Jim.

Really?

Well, that's interesting.

Everybody else did.

ART: Not everybody.

Picked up a couple of more Nomads

name of Punchbowl and Ox.

ART: Did they talk?

RAMON: Nah.

Picked them up for what?

Joe Mannix has been shot.

And you think some kid from around here did it?

We know some kid from around here did it.

I'll, uh, I'll get your coffee.

Excuse me.

Get out of my way, Lieutenant!

Helen, your boy... Jim's son... he'd be about 14.

Is he a member of that gang?

Let go of me.

He is, isn't he?

Well, why shouldn't he be?

His father was a crooked cop, wasn't he?

Sure he's in the gang.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna find him, what else?

Let the police do that.

(WRY LAUGH)

So they can shoot first and ask questions later?

Helen, they want to find him before anything worse happens.

I don't know...

(SOBBING): I just don't know.

(HELEN SOBBING)

It's gotten beyond me... this neighborhood and the kids in it.

He... Arlie...

he's got no respect for his dead father.

He's got no foundations to build on; no base.

He's got... no one to look up to.

And so he's gonna get killed.

I mean, if not tonight, then... tomorrow night...

and they're gonna kill everything

that his father ever hoped for him.

(HELEN SOBBING)

Come on, I'll see you get home.

No, I gotta... gotta find him.

PEGGY: Please, Mrs. Paul.

Who's she?

Some policewoman?

I'm Joe Mannix's secretary.

So, you see, we both have a stake in this, don't we?

I'll take you home...

and we'll wait there together.

I wonder which one's gonna win?

I'd say it's about six-two and even.

And Mannix?

No bet.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

(MOANS QUIETLY)

(GASPING WEAKLY)

Home plate's out there.

You think you can make it?

I'll slide in under the throw.

(BARTENDER CHUCKLES)

(COUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

I told you kids a hundred times... no drinks.

Besides, it's closing time.

We're looking for Joe Mannix.

(SIGHS)

Ask Luana.

I'm out of this.

(SIGHS)

Stukie's Dance Hall.

Don't say I said nothin'!

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Well, uh...

now you got yourself a second chance.

Think you can handle it?

I'll handle it.

You got a cigarette?

(GUN COCKING)

Am I gonna have time to finish it?

You can finish it.

I figured you'd let me.

What do you mean by that?

I think you're a lot smarter

than those punk friends of yours.

I'm just like they are... a Nomad.

No, no, you're not.

I'm gonna try to be.

You figure that's gonna get you some respect, huh?

I'll tell you what it's gonna get you...

it's gonna get you into juvenile hall.

Gonna get you a dope habit; before you know it...

Finish your cigarette.

You'll probably end up a victim, like your father.

What do you know about my father?

He was a cop.

And he was shot and killed... New Year's Eve, 1969...

right here in this ballroom.

Everybody thought he was on the take.

Thought?!

So you get to feeling sorry for yourself,

you figure you're gonna follow in his footsteps.

Here you are...

ready for Murder One.

What do you mean "thought"? He was on the take.

Wrong.

He was framed.

That's a .38 police special.

Who gave it to you, Arlie?

Deetz, or one of his friends?

Your father carried a gun just like that.

It could've been his, Arlie.

You know...

a lot of cops...

carve their initials on the grip.

Why don't you take a look at it?

"J.P."

Well, it's pretty obvious you're not gonna shoot me.

Maybe we ought to try and climb back out that window.

(GROANS)

Now, wait a minute...

Better get that gun.

It may come in handy all around.

(CRASHING, OUTER DOORS OPENING)

(CLATTERING)

It's me... Arlie!

BIRD: How'd you get in?

A window.

Thought Mannix might be hiding in here, but I guess he isn't.

He's gotta be.

We was told he was.

Start looking.

Top to bottom.

Okay, he was in here...

...but I let him go.

You let him go? Why?

ARLIE: 'Cause I don't want to be a Nomad anymore, that's why.

POT: Okay, what are we gonna do with him?

BIRD: Jam him.

Jam him good.

BIRD: Come on. POT: Hey, what about him?

Let him burn!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hold it!

(MANNIX COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Joe.

Hi, Peggy.

I called your father and he's coming down.

Some birthday.

It's the best ever.

You're alive.

How's Arlie?

Fine.

That Deetz report, Peggy...

you're going to have to re-type... type it.

Why?

There's more to it than we thought.

Later, Joe.

No.

It's important, Peggy.

Now... now...

Tomorrow, Joe.