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Mannix s7e13 All The Dead Were Strangers

Don't, Warren. Please.

All right, Carol, let's have it.

I knew that something was wrong

when you asked me to meet you up here.

Why not your place? Why not the boat?

Because they're too full of memories,

and you're very persuasive.

I wanted to tell you last night.

Tell me what?

Up there on the mountain, we both made a promise.

Carol, we were as good as dead.

There isn't anyone in the world

who wouldn't have made the same vow,

and then said the hell with it the second the danger was over.

Warren, we wouldn't have worked out anyway.

It just became very clear to me up there,

and I'm going to keep my promise.

Look, I'll phone Paris tonight.

I'll ask Anne for a divorce.

No. It's too late.

My mind is made up.

Good-bye.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello. Carol!

How marvelous. Come on in. Hi.

I thought you were still in the hospital.

I was going to run up to Banning this week and say hi.

No. They let me out yesterday.

Maybe they shouldn't have.

You look absolutely bushed.

I am.

Jeannie, I am in such a mess.

Could you possibly put me up tonight?

(LAUGHING): Well, of course, Carol. I'd love it.

I couldn't bear the thought of being alone.

You know, honey, this isn't a good time for us Gemini.

(CAROL LAUGHS)

Man trouble?

Oh, sort of.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, we'll just sing the blues to each other

and get it off our chest.

Where's your car? Right outside.

Uh, you better give me the keys.

All-night parking around here

will get you a ten-dollar ticket.

Oh, no, no, I can do it.

No, no, no, I've got a slot, a secret slot in the garage.

It's one I finagled for Bruce.

When I had Bruce.

Listen, you fix the drinks.

I'll be right back, honey. (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXPLOSION, FLAMES CRACKLING)

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

The thing I can't get out of my mind is,

if, uh, I hadn't gone there, Jeannie would still be alive.

You couldn't have known what was going to happen.

Oh, incidentally, why did you go to Jeannie's last night?

She was my friend, my best friend.

I just dropped in.

At 1:00 in the morning?

Uh... I was upset.

I needed to talk.

Mind telling me what you were upset about?

Oh.

Something personal.

You're a fashion designer.

Are there any professional rivalries

or jealousies that could have gotten out of hand?

No. None.

Besides, I haven't been at the office for nearly a month.

I was in a plane crash.

We were on our way to Sun Valley.

We?

Um, the passengers in the plane.

Six of us and the pilot.

Oh, yeah, I remember reading about that.

Uh, charter flight.

Cracked up on Mount San Gorgonio.

After a week,

they were all written off for dead.

CAROL: Yes.

Then a helicopter spotted us,

and we all survived, except, um,

for one of the men who had gone for help.

He was killed in a fall.

Hmm.

Now, could there be any possible connection between the crash

and someone wanting to kill you?

Well, uh, people face-to-face with death,

under great stress...

things are said and done that aren't normally...

MAN: Why are we here... alive?

Why were we not all killed?

(WIND WHISTLING)

Reflect on this.

None of us is dead.

Why?

Do you think the Lord spared us

because he only wanted us to die here, miserably?

(WIND HOWLING)

No.

He spared us because each of us still has work to do.

His work.

(WIND WHISTLING)

Let us do that work.

But first,

let us make ourselves worthy.

Let... let each of us admit our sins

and pledge to expiate them

if only God will save us.

(WIND WHISTLING)

Purge yourself and live, brother.

Only the truth will make you free.

Confess. (WIND HOWLING)

Confess to the Lord.

Confess, brother.

Confess, sister.

Confess!

Miss Middleton?

I'm terribly sorry.

(VOICE BREAKING): I'm...

I'm probably not making any sense at all.

I just... I can't get Jeannie out of my mind.

I understand.

Mr. Mannix,

I'm afraid to go back to my apartment.

Of course.

Yeah, Peggy, would you come in a minute?

(DOOR OPENING)

We're going to have a houseguest for a few days.

Welcome. Thank you.

I'll show you to your room. It's upstairs.

Oh, and, Peggy,

uh, then maybe you can drop by her apartment

and pick up a few of her things, huh?

Sure.

Not much left of that car.

Whoever the guy was, he was a pro.

Yeah. Say, Art, could we get a rundown

on all the others who were on the plane?

Why? What's your angle?

Uh, no angle. Just a hunch. You mind?

Why should I mind?

Here we are.

A thumbnail check on the whole bunch.

Came in about an hour ago.

It sounds like maybe you have an angle.

Just routine.

Incidentally, there's nothing here to connect anybody.

It looks like they were all strangers.

Let's see. Donald McGrath, age 42.

He owns a wine shop in Westwood Village.

He got a bad case of frostbite on the mountain.

McGrath was the hero, wasn't he? He went looking for help.

Yeah, he and Henry Philbin, a writer from the Marina.

Uh, Philbin got worse than frostbite.

Fell 2,000 feet, never seen again.

Come next spring, he'll show up

and scare the daylights out of some hikers.

And there's Carol Middleton, age 26, fashion designer.

I know about her, Art.

I guess you noticed... she's got great legs.

What have you got on the pilot?

Uh. Oh, John Clive.

Air Force.

He's held a commercial license for four years,

and he's flown for five airlines.

Moves around.

Oh, maybe he's restless.

He got a broken arm in the crash.

Luckily, there was a nurse on board.

Let me see. Lylah Delaney.

She's freelancing in the Los Angeles area now.

(PHONE RINGS)

Malcolm.

Yeah, well, can you patch him through?

Yeah, all right, I'll wait.

Here's a weird guy to be going to a fashionable

spa like Sun Valley.

Herbert Surtees Breen.

Why weird?

Yeah, I'm waiting.

Well, Mr. Breen isn't the skiing type.

He's an evangelist.

He bills himself as Little Ned.

Yeah, hello, Benjie.

Yeah?

Well, why me?

Why not Missing Persons?

Oh, I see.

Yeah, that does make a difference.

All right. Thanks, Benjie.

Judge Warren Lockwood, Superior Court,

had a full docket this morning.

He didn't show up.

Maybe he overslept.

Maybe.

Judge Lockwood was one of the passengers on that plane.

(UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL JAZZ PLAYING)

Mr. Clive?

That's right.

Well, they told me over at the airline office

I might find you here.

What's on your mind?

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

So?

I'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

Such as?

Well, for openers, can I buy you a drink?

That's the sort of question I can answer.

BARTENDER: How about you, sir?

Irish rocks.

Is this an insurance investigation about the crash?

I'm representing one of the passengers, Carol Middleton.

Well, if she's thinking of a damage suit, forget it.

There was no way to avoid that crash.

Weather closed in on us, and that's all she wrote.

Well, I'm not trying to pin the blame anywhere.

I just want to keep my client alive.

Alive?

Someone's trying to kill her.

Do you think it was somebody on the plane?

Well, that was, uh, one of my questions.

Far out.

And, uh, nothing happened at all, uh, nothing unusual?

Nothing.

Well, uh...

if something does occur to you, I'd appreciate a call.

Sure.

Sweeten it, Jimmy.

(PHONE RINGS)

MANNIX: Mannix.

CLIVE: This is John Clive. Can I buy you a drink?

MANNIX: Where and when?

CLIVE: Whitman Towers, apartment C, tenth floor.

As soon as you can, okay?

I'll be there in about, uh, 20 minutes.

(GRUNTS)

MANNIX: Art?

You get around, don't you, Joe?

Clive wanted to talk to me. How did it happen?

He went off the balcony.

Left a suicide note.

I don't buy it.

Why not?

Well, think about it, Art.

A plane crashes,

a girl is blown up because someone thinks

she's Carol Middleton, passenger.

Judge Lockwood, missing, passenger.

Clive, dead out on the sidewalk, pilot.

Not to mention the guy that got his

up on the mountain, Henry Philbin.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Yeah, this is Malcolm.

Where?

It's a positive match, you're sure?

All right. Thanks, Sergeant.

Where's your client about now, Joe?

Why?

They just found Judge Lockwood's body

in his car at the bottom of a cliff in Elysian Park.

And what's that got to do with my client?

There were two sets of tire tracks

where the judge's car went off,

his own and a set of Italian radials,

thick new treads, that happen to match exactly

the tires on the car that was blown up.

I want to talk to your client, Joe.

Carol?

What, no farewell note?

Not funny, Art.

Somebody's cutting down that list of passengers,

and now Carol's missing.

I'll put out an APB.

Don't bother. I'll find her myself.

You do that.

I've still got some questions I want to ask her.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I hope you weren't too worried about me.

I was.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind telling me where you've been?

(SIGHS) Well, when Peggy went home,

I happened to look out the window,

and I saw a man in the paseo

who seemed to be watching the apartment.

A couple of minutes later, I heard someone at the door.

I was terrified.

I ran down through your office and went out the back way

and waited across the street.

Then I-I saw a car leave.

It must've been him.

Why didn't you come back here and wait for me.

Well, I was going to, but, uh,

I saw you arrive with the lieutenant,

and I just didn't feel like answering any more questions.

About you and Judge Lockwood?

I guess I was stupid to think you wouldn't find out.

You drove up to Elysian Park last night to meet him.

Only to tell him I wouldn't see him again.

He'll tell you the same thing.

He can't, Carol.

He's dead.

He was killed last night, in Elysian Park.

Oh, God.

Oh!

(CAROL SOBBING)

Carol.

I know you don't want to talk about it...

...but I've got to know what happened up on that mountain,

after the crash.

I can't talk about it.

We promised.

People are being killed.

Now, you don't want to have that on your conscience.

John Clive is dead, too.

The pilot?

So you see, I've got to know.

We were all freezing to death...

...waiting to die.

At a time like that...

(SOBBING) you ask yourself:

"Why me? Why us?

Who put seven people on a mountaintop to die?"

There was someone up there who thought he had the answers.

Little Ned?

(SIGHS)

Yes.

Are you without sin?

All of you?

Well, I'm not.

My friend...

until last night, when I looked up at the stars

and knew that I would live, I was in the grip of the devil.

It's true.

I never felt the call to religion.

It was a way to make money,

money I needed, money I had to have because...

I...

I am an addict...

a junkie.

Little Ned, saver of souls,

is a dope fiend.

I was on my way to a mountain retreat

to try to rid myself of my cravings.

Sister Lylah is traveling with me.

She's my nurse.

She was going to help me.

But there is no help unless the Lord gives it.

Confess.

Sister Lylah...

confess.

I didn't turn to nursing to heal the sick.

It was a way out of the ghetto.

I had a patient, an old man.

He thought I was good, kind.

He liked me...

put me in his will.

Then when he was dying, I...

watched.

I might have been able to help him,

but I let him die.

Please, don't let me die.

Give me another chance.

Amen, Sister Lylah.

Suddenly, nothing seemed important except the truth.

I made a promise that Warren and I

would never see each other again

if my life was spared.

Warren made the same promise...

if my life was spared.

What about the others?

What they said was in confidence.

Carol...

one of them could have regretted his confession enough

to want to kill the people who heard him.

It was Little Ned who convinced the others.

And you, brother,

will you save yourself?

You know why we're up here?

'Cause I'm a drunk.

When we hit that weather front,

I should have turned back.

I thought I could make it.

I'm sorry.

You've got to believe me.

I'm sorry!

I swear, if I get out of this thing alive,

I've had my last drink.

Amen.

(LAUGHING): Oh, that's great.

Oh, that's... that's just great.

Here we are freezing to death

because the flyboy's a boozehound.

You know what I ought to do to you, Captain?

(LAUGHING)

Look at you.

What a penny-ante gang of second-string sinners.

You know what my little hang-up is?

I mean, what-what turns me on?

It's this.

I'm a torpedo.

That's right, a killer.

I was on my way to Sun Valley to make a hit.

A 50 grand hit.

Reverend,

there's been a slight change of plan.

You can chalk one up for the guy you work for.

N-N-Not that I'm making my peace with him.

No, none of that bull.

But if we get out of here...

If we get out of here,

then that guy in Sun Valley, he won't have to worry.

Amen.

By the way, I guess I won't need this, huh?

Amen, brother.

I may just be sick.

Brothers and sisters,

I've had it.

I'm going to get my frozen backside out of here.

I'm going to make my way

down to where sin roams as free as the deer and the antelope.

I'm going to take my leave

of this chapter of the Bleeding Heart Society.

And if I make it,

I will tell them that you're all up here beating your breasts.

And if I don't,

I will have died trying.

And not on my knees.

PHILBIN: Hey, McGrath, wait.

Two of us might stand a chance.

McGRATH: That's up to you.

PHILBIN: What have I got to lose?

His life...

that's what he had to lose.

He fell and was killed.

But Philbin's body was never located.

No.

And if he ever came back to life,

he'd sure want to buy back his confession.

Are you saying the man at the door tonight

could have been Philbin?

I'm beginning to think anything is possible.

Well, anyway,

we've got to find you another place to stay

for the next day or two.

Obviously, you're not safe here.

(BELL JINGLES)

(BELL JINGLES) Morning.

Hello, there.

Are you Don McGrath?

If you're in the market for a '53 Chateau d'Yquem

at 125 bucks a bottle, I certainly am.

That's a bit heady for my taste.

I stick to the California brands.

You could do a lot worse,

but if you quote me, I'll deny it.

My name is Mannix, Mr. McGrath.

I'm a private investigator.

Are you investigating this very minute?

I'm trying to run down a man

that was in the airplane crash with you?

Which man?

Henry Philbin.

Either you have a macabre sense of humor, Mr. Mannix,

or as a detective, you are no Sherlock Holmes.

Philbin is dead.

Or supposed to be. Oh, he's dead all right.

I was there.

We were about half a mile down the mountain,

on our way to get help.

After an hour or so, we decided we would, uh,

take different trails.

The next thing I knew there was a yell, I turned,

Philbin was falling.

There was no actual proof that he was killed.

I can't think of anything more fatal

than a straight drop of 2,000 feet, Mr. Mannix.

Mr. McGrath, there's a good chance

that one of the passengers aboard that plane

is systematically killing all of the others.

I know Philbin had a motive to get rid of anyone

who was up there with him.

Because he bared his soul to the Lord,

confessed to what he was?

So much for the vows of silence.

Which one of them told you?

Well, you might say that, uh, I made a vow, too.

Now, if you won't buy the notion that Philbin could be alive,

would you have any idea as to which of the survivors

might be a killer?

What about the reverend?

Little Ned?

He was by here last night.

Now, he's a strange fellow.

I, uh...

(CHUCKLES) I made the mistake of offering him a glass of wine.

You should've heard him.

He called me a pusher.

"Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging."

Um, it's from Proverbs, I believe,

but it's hardly the most gracious way of saying "no."

What did he want?

He was in a high state about all the backsliders from the plane.

Said the wrath of God would smite down everyone

who went back to sinning.

Sounded like the avenging angel himself.

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS)

And the sinner will pay in the end.

For the shortcut, the easy way,

the gluttony of the senses.

The bill mounts up.

(CROWD SHOUTING) Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

(OVERLAPPING TALKING)

LITTLE NED: Repent now.

Repent now.

Repent now!

The Lord loves you, brother.

Repent now. Repent now.

(CROWD CONTINUES SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Can I help you, brother?

Yes, I called you.

I'm investigating the death

of two of the survivors of that airplane crash.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Have a seat.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

Human nature is frail.

On the mountain, my brothers and sisters

made a bargain with the Lord.

He kept his part of the deal.

Did they?

You tell me.

They did not.

When he was saved,

the judge tried to resume his life of carnality.

How do you know that?

The Lord, in his infinite wisdom,

shows his children the truth.

And the pilot, John Clive,

he resumed his drunkenness.

You have been busy.

I do his work.

He said, "Thou shalt not kill."

Whoever killed them was an instrument of the Lord.

Did you keep your part of the bargain?

I have, brother.

On the mountain, the Lord helped me

through the agony of withdrawal.

I will never touch drugs again.

What about your nurse?

Sister Lylah?

She, too, has regressed to the ways of sin.

She accepted employment with another invalid.

A lady.

A very old, very rich lady.

She was plucked from the jaws of death.

Now she feels she can live without the help of the Lord.

They all do.

And that is the most horrendous sin.

Where can I find Sister Lylah?

At the Clarendon

in Culver City.

Well, uh, thank you.

Brother Mannix?

Tell her it's not too late.

Tell them all...

it's not too late.

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Carol?

This girl's got quite an act, Joe.

She disappears into thin air.

That settles it.

I'm going to have her picked up.

For what?

Too much blood has gone under the bridge

since she went driving in Elysian Park.

Oh, sure.

She's an expert on drugs,

knows a lethal dose of heroin,

and carries the junk and the needle with her

around the clock. Give me a better candidate.

Little Ned. He kicked the habit.

Well, that doesn't mean he gave his kit to charity

and took a tax deduction.

He was ready to bring fire and brimstone

down on all the backsliders.

So?

McGrath said he sounded like an avenging angel.

Now that the bodies are falling like bowling pins,

I'd say that's worth a few questions.

If McGrath would give me a sworn statement, I'd ask them.

Try him.

(BELL JINGLES)

Ah, hello, Mr. Mannix.

I was rather expecting you.

And the police, right?

Lieutenant Malcolm.

Why were you expecting us?

I heard about Sister Lylah's death.

There are only three of us left, Lieutenant,

and I, for one, am beginning to look over my shoulder.

If you'll come downtown and sign a statement

that Little Ned threatened all of you,

we'll pick him up. Now?

We're just thinking of your life, Mr. McGrath.

It's a little late to let me know you care, Lieutenant.

I haven't seen too many men in blue

doing watchdog duty outside my establishment.

We're not that obvious,

but someone's been keeping an eye on you.

Oh, that accounts for the energetic man

with the lawn mower.

Much obliged, Lieutenant.

I'll lock up, be right with you.

We'll take my car. Oh, Mr. Mannix,

I have discovered a superb California burgundy.

May I bag a bottle for you?

That's very kind. Thank you.

I'll bring it with me.

(BELL JINGLES)

Now there's a man that's happy with his work.

I've known killers that were happier with their work.

You know, you make a hell of a gardener, Krasny.

By any chance is one of your watchdogs watching Little Ned?

Joe, there are certain elementary aspects of my job

that I do understand.

(EXPLOSION)

Seven on board that plane.

Five are gone and only two are left.

Little Ned and your client.

And maybe Henry Philbin.

You may be right about Philbin.

What changed your mind?

We got his phone number from the airline.

It doesn't exist.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Malcolm.

Yeah, send him in.

It's our friendly neighborhood informer.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Come in, Willy.

You know Joe Mannix.

Oh, I do believe somewhere in the past. Mr. Mannix.

But, Lieutenant, you know I don't like

a third party present when we're having our conversation.

My lips are sealed, Willy.

If the word gets around

that I've been paying social calls to you,

I won't be any use to the department.

I'll be dead. All right, Willy,

you've registered your complaint; now listen.

There's a hit man using the name Philbin... Henry Philbin.

About five-11, brown hair,

maybe 180 pounds, in his middle 30s.

Had a contract for somebody in Sun Valley.

50 grand. Any notions?

Not much to go on.

He was in a plane wreck up in the mountains.

Took a fall and was killed.

Maybe you ought to check with a medium.

They never found his body.

Oh, poor man.

Well, uh... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

It's something.

Not much...

but it is something.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Peggy. Joe.

Oh, uh, by the way, your client's inside waiting.

I missed you last night. Again.

I'm sorry.

I knew you wouldn't let me go where I had to go,

so... I went on my own.

Where?

To see Little Ned.

There's a good chance that Little Ned is the killer.

That's why I went to see him.

You mind explaining why?

I thought about what he said on the mountaintop

about, uh, not escaping God's justice

if we didn't keep our word.

I figured he might be the one.

I thought if I could convince him

that I had kept my promise...

then he'd be satisfied.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Yeah.

Okay, Peggy.

I'll, uh... be right back.

Art. Joe.

I've just come from the morgue.

Who this time?

Little Ned.

Somebody spiked his tea with strychnine.

He had a female visitor before he was killed.

The description sounds a lot like your client.

Come in, Art.

Miss Middleton, you don't have to answer this,

but did you see Little Ned today?

MANNIX: Carol...

before you say anything,

maybe we'd better get you some legal help.

Why?

I saw him. I've nothing to hide.

He's dead.

I'll have to ask you to come with me.

It's all right, Carol.

(CAROL SIGHS SHARPLY)

(DOOR CLOSES) Joe, you believe she's guilty?

No.

Well, then why did you let Art take her?

(SIGHS) Because she'll be safer in jail.

(PINBALL MACHINE BELLS DINGING)

Okay, Willy, I'm here.

(QUIETLY): Joe, I got something for the lieutenant,

but I'm afraid my umbrella's showing,

so pass it on to him, will ya?

I'm listening.

Well, the syndicate put out a contract on Phil Norden.

He's the head of the Crime Commission.

And, uh, he was supposed to get dusted in Sun Valley,

but it seems the hit man... name of Henry Philbin...

he was on that plane that crashed.

Now the word is,

Norden's on his way to I.A. and the contract is still out.

(PINBALL MACHINE BELLS DINGING)

Go on.

That's it, Joe.

Willy, uh, you wouldn't be playing

both sides of the fence?

Joe...

Me?

Norden was resting up in Sun Valley

before coming to L.A. to testify against the syndicate.

And Philbin was on his way to kill him when the plane crashed.

The contract's still out, Joe.

Maybe they hired another mechanic to make the hit.

No, another mechanic wouldn't bother

to get rid of the people on the plane.

They were killed because they could incriminate Philbin.

That makes sense.

When does Norden's plane land in L.A.?

Train, Joe... Norden's a crusader without wings.

He doesn't like to fly.

The Union Terminal?

Nice place to make a hit.

That's what we figured.

If Philbin's alive,

we're gonna give him a target he can't pass up.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

MAN (OVER RADIO): Pier Six to 1-W-80.

Pier Six to 1-W-80.

Riot and ambulance units

in position and ready.

Attention all units, railroad terminal and hotel.

Train now rounding Toliver curb

and entering freight area.

Estimate arrival: two minutes and 40 seconds.

It's your baby now, Art. Good luck.

Pier Six to 1-W-80.

Over and out. Thanks, 1-W-70.

We're all set here.

Train's on time, Lieutenant.

(HORN BLOWING)

Sergeant.

Oh, that's all right, Mr. Mannix.

The lieutenant's waiting for you in the baggage car.

Hello, Joe. Art.

Hey, I suppose it did occur to you

that Willy might be setting us up for a double cross.

It occurred to me; that's why I had him picked up.

Good thinking.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Take a look.

See that hotel across the street?

That's the only place someone could get a perfect shot

at Norden when he steps down onto the platform.

Last night, after we got the word out

that Norden was arriving by train,

somebody checked in

to that third room on the right on the second floor.

But more important, he matches Philbin's description exactly.

He spend the night? No, he didn't.

MAN (OVER RADIO): 1-W-1 to 1-W-80.

Go ahead, Hank. Suspect approaching lobby.

Carrying package.

Could be a rifle.

Suspect has entered elevator. Over.

1-W-3 to 1-W-80.

Suspect stopping at room.

(OVER RADIO): Getting key.

He just went in the room, Lieutenant.

Here goes the burn, Lieutenant.

(OVER RADIO): 1-W-3 to 1-W-80.

Got him, Lieutenant. We got him.

Good work.

Tell the boys to relax; the suspect's on ice.

It's okay for Norden to get off the train.

1-W-80 to all units. Code four.

Suspect in custody.

1-W-80 to 1-W-5.

(OVER RADIO): All secure, McGee.

You can unload your cargo.

It's okay, Mr. Norden. Let's go.

♪ ♪

(OVER RADIO): 1-W-3 to 1-W-80! Lieutenant!

This guy in the hotel is clean!

That package he was carrying was curtain rods!

1-W-80 to all units. Emergency.

Disregard code four.

Suspect not in custody!

(OVER RADIO): Get Norden back on that train!

♪ ♪

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(FOOTFALLS ECHOING)

ART: It's McGrath.

MANNIX: Yeah. Come next spring, when they find Philbin's body,

I'll lay you odds there'll be a bullet in it...

from McGrath's gun.

How do you figure that, Joe?

McGrath and Philbin must've been in business together.

That's why they were both on the plane to Sun Valley.

When Philbin started shooting his mouth off

up on that mountain,

McGrath figured he had to get rid of him

and everyone else who was on that plane.

(PINBALL MACHINE BELLS DINGING)

Is this where we're having dinner?

No. Uh, just a drink.

Oh. Are the glasses clean?

I figure straight booze will sterilize anything.

(CAROL LAUGHS)

Irish rocks, twice.

(PINBALL MACHINE BELLS DINGING)

This will only take a second.

You know, Willy, it's really difficult to be fond of you.

Sorry about the cross.

They had me against the wall.

I'd say that comes with your line of work.

Joe, I want to hire you... I mean, starting this minute.

What for?

Somebody's trying to kill me.