All language subtitles for Mannix S02E04 To the Swiftest, Death.eng

...he's trying to pass.

Joe Mannix, a newcomer,
is into the pits

with what looks
like carburetor problems.

Carburetor's acting up.

Just a little dirt.

Watch those revs,
will you, Joe?

That last downshift,
liked to drop my teeth.

What do you expect
for my third race?

If you ask me,
next to last isn't half bad.

I didn't ask you to win,
just bring my car back.

Thanks, love.

Hey, what's with number eight?

Coffee break.

Coffee break?

Yeah, Kovak's wife
takes good care of him.

All set.

And take those
S-turns in third.

Which is third?

It looks like Kovak,
number eight, off the course.

Number eight,
back on the track.

Kovak, over the embankment!

♪ ♪

Toby, I know you're
feeling better,

but Dr. Sperry said for
you to stay in bed.

You don't have to like it,
just stay there.

When Mrs...
I've got to go now.

Right to bed.

I'll see you at dinner.

Good morning.

I'm Mrs. Kovak.

Oh, yes. Mr. Mannix
is expecting you.

Come in.

Mrs. Kovak's here.

How do you do,
Mrs. Kovak?

Please sit down.

Would you like
some coffee?

Oh, no, thank you.
Nothing.

Did you know my husband
well, Mr. Mannix?

No, we never met.

But you sent flowers.

I was in the race.

Well, that's what I came
to talk to you about.

The accident?

It wasn't an accident.

Mrs. Kovak, uh...
when you take up racing,

you learn to accept
certain dangers.

My husband was murdered,
Mr. Mannix.

How?

I don't know.

Perhaps his car
had been tampered with.

Mrs. Kovak, I know
you've been through

a very bad emotional
experience...

I didn't have time
to think about it

until last night,
after the funeral.

But I know I'm right.

It wasn't an accident.

Why would anyone want
to kill him?

We do a lot of government work
at Kittridge Aerospace.

Top secret, most of it.

My husband was
vice president.

And, uh, your father is
Roger Kittridge.

Ed was worried
about something at the plant.

And the day
before the race,

he mentioned to me
that he might

have to let his
assistant go-- Mark Harper.

Did he say why?

Something to do with security.

And you think Harper might have
killed your husband?

Mark was my husband's right hand
for more than a year.

He wasn't at the funeral.

And he didn't send flowers.

Well, there could have
been a reason.

Did you talk to him?

That would've
been difficult.

He's disappeared.

Disappeared?

He hasn't been back
to the plant.

Nobody's seen him.

And I think he's run away.

Did, uh, Harper have access
to the car that day?

I don't know.

That's another thing:

the Rio Seca
is the only race

he's been to
in all this time.

Mr. Mannix,
will you try to find him?

First, Mrs. Kovak,

I'll have to find out

if there's been
a murder.

I'll, uh, call you
if I turn up anything.

Thank you.

Good day, Mrs. Kovak.

Good-bye.

Peggy?

Do you know where Albie is?

Haven't seen him all day.

Maybe he finally
got some work of his own.

Well, look, uh, try
and track him down.

Tell him I need
a background on Ed Kovak, huh?

Get on it right away.

Mac Wagner here.

Yeah, Mac-- Joe Mannix.

Hey, there Joe.
How are you?

Look, Mac, I want you to check
out that Ed Kovak wreck.

Find me something
besides an accident.

I don't know,
like sabotage maybe.

Pick up the pieces

and treat it like an Air Force
crash investigation.

Come on, now, you've handled
hundreds of those, Mac.

I know it's not
your business anymore.

Gosh, Joe,
it's not only that.

I've got a fellow here
that's paying me

a big wad of dough for
a GT he's racing on Saturday.

Look, it'll take you
a day, maybe two at the most.

Mac, I'd consider it
a special favor.

Okay.

Thanks, Mac-- oh, and, uh,

I'll need that
information yesterday.

I love you, too, Mac.

Now look, call me
and I'll hop a plane.

Right.

No, Mr. Mannix, I don't think it
was anything but an accident.

Naturally,
my daughter's upset.

When you're young and your whole
life is suddenly shattered,

I guess you've
got to blame someone.

Tell me about
Mark Harper.

Pleasant man.
Not an engineer.

Special assistant
to Ed Kovak.

Mostly in charge
of keeping the lines

of communication open
to all three plants.

Your daughter
thinks her husband

was worried about Harper
on a security basis.

Now that
he's missing...

"Missing"? Mark?

Well, isn't he?

I talked to him
in Seattle just an hour ago.

He was getting
on a plane.
For where?

Mr. Mannix, Mark Harper
is on a well-earned vacation,

and I promised him
he wouldn't be bothered.

Your daughter didn't know
about this vacation?

Why should she?
It was strictly
company business.

Sorry, I thought you were alone.

It's all right,
come on in.

Mr. Mannix,
this is Hal Murdoch.

He handles some
of our legal work.

Mannix.

Here are the R & D contracts
on the Nomad project.

We finally worked
out the language.

Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.

Mr. Mannix probably has some
questions for you.

You look very familiar to me,
Mr. Murdoch.

Have we met before?

No, I don't think so.

I was in that Rio Seca race
with Ed Kovak.

I thought maybe
I'd seen you around there.

Hm.

No, I didn't go.

I was in bed with the flu.

Had you and Kovak
been friends for very long?

I've only known him since

he came over to
Kittridge Aerospace.

But you're an old
friend of Mrs. Kovak's?

What business are you in,
Mr. Mannix?

Everybody's, I guess.

I'm a private investigator.

All right,
Mr. Investigator...

I think if Ed Kovak
hadn't come along,

Ellen might have married me.

Straight enough?

Mrs. Kovak thinks
her husband was murdered.

What do you think, Murdoch?

I think it's enough
that he's dead, Mr. Mannix.

I'll see you
later, Roger.

I'm afraid you've been
put to a lot of trouble

for nothing,
Mr. Mannix.

If you'll just submit your bill,
I'll be glad to take care of it.

I'll be glad to submit my bill,
Mr. Kittridge,

when I'm finished.

You heard?

I heard.

They had her
up for salvage.

I had to outbid
a couple of fellas.

What have you
got so far, Mac?

Well, I started
on the assumption

that it was either driver's
error or control failure.

But I can't find
any evidence of it.

I had to start somewhere,

so my first guess was
that the skid sideways

snapped that steering gear.

But that steering
gear ain't snapped.

It looks pretty
fractured to me.

Yeah, but look at the way
it's fractured, Joe.

The impact
at the point of crash

would have caused
a snap quite differently

than what we've got--
an obvious difference.

And I've done
a microscopic.

And?

All the controls
are functioning.

No controls jammed.

No mechanical reason whatever
to account for this crash.

Well, what does
that leave us?

Look Mac, could
something have been

wrong with him-- Kovak?

Well, as near as I can
reconstruct it,

the skid carried him
at a 45-degree angle

into that clump of trees.

Then he recovered and shot

straight back out
onto the road.

Now, it could be that
the violence of that stop

ruptured blood vessels
in his eyes, blinding him.

No, at the speed
he was traveling,

the most he could have
pulled was five G's.

But what if the man
had any heart trouble?

The condition
of the body,

we're lucky they proved
that he had a heart at all.

Look Mac,
could that impact

have, uh, jammed
that accelerator?

Sure, sure, Joe, but
accelerator jam or no,

if he'd been conscious,

he'd have tried
to make that turn.

He didn't.

That car started its skid

right after the second turn.

Went in behind these trees here,

came straight out
and right over the side.

Now what caused it?

It was a dry field.

There was no oil
on the racetrack.

I've been over
that area, Joe,

with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, there's been a lot
of traffic over them,

but the skid marks
are still clear.

And here's where
the skid stopped.

You know, it's a miracle,
with all those trees there,

that he didn't
hit one of them

and burn up right there.

By golly, you said it.

Joe, you want me
to photograph the whole area?

I mean, give her
the full treatment?

Yeah.

Try everything
you can think of.
Okay.

Now you just keep talking

when I tell you;
don't look around.

Now the car picked up
speed right about here.

Marks got a lot
lighter when it

gained traction
and he went straight out.

That's very interesting.

What are we playing?

There's somebody out there.

Now, you stay here

and just keep
yelling things at me.

Hey, look, Mac,

I'm going to take
another look at those tires.

Okay.

Uh, I got some good pictures
of the acceleration track here.

And I got some casts
of these last marks

that were deep in
before they thinned out.

And then I plotted
the whole slide area.

And like you say,

it really is darn near
a miracle he didn't hit

this clump of tr...

♪ ♪

You all right?
Yeah.

Any idea who it was?

I'm not sure.

But I got a pretty
good idea.

Mind if I sit down?

I'm having lunch.

I'll have whatever
Miss West is drinking.

You can have it
someplace else.

I don't pick up
strangers at lunch,

even when they
know my name.

Miss West, if my intentions
weren't honorable,

I'd have approached
you at dinner.

You're Ed Kovak's secretary.

Yes, I was.

You know my name.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Joe Mannix.

I'm investigating
a claim.

Insurance?

I've already talked
to Mrs. Kovak, and her father.

So what do you want from me?

I understand you were
very fond of your boss.

You don't meet many men
like Mr. K.

You certainly
don't get to work for them.

What do you think of Mrs. K?

She's very nice.

Were you at the
Rio Seca race?

Not for the race.

I had to go up later
and bring his plane back.

She was too upset to fly it.

Mrs. K., I mean.

Hmm, um...

Did Mr. K teach you to fly?

Mr. Mannix, I've had
my pilot's license

since I was 18.

Oh.

What about
Kovak's assistant?

Mark Harper? He's fun.

Uh, did you happen
to see him there at the race?

No, but I'm sure he was there.

I wonder why he went.

I understand he hated racing.

He had no choice.

Mr. K called him at home,
5:00 in the morning.

Told him to get up
there right away.

I drove him
to the airport.

With Mr. K, you accepted
the unusual as commonplace.

What about Harper's friends,
his social life?

Mark is a loner.

I don't think he has
any real close friends.

Except you?

We worked together.

We had dinner together
a few times.

You know, when
we'd work late.

Mark is a nice guy,
but he's not my idea of a date.

What is your idea of a date?

I'm enjoying lunch.

Then I'll buy dessert.

Is he dead in there?

He's not in here at all.

You see, I got all these
units to take care of

since my husband
had this attack.

He says it's an attack,
even if the doctors don't.

He says, "What does
the doctors know?

It happened to me."

All I know is, he's in bed

and I have all these units.

Tell me, Harper always
keep his room this way?

Yes.

I must say,
he's a neat man.

How long has
he been gone?

Don't know.

His woman friend was
asking for him yesterday.

What woman?

I don't know what
she calls herself.

I see her tiptoeing out
all hours of the night,

until I told him,
"Look, this is a family place."

Well, thank you,
Mrs. Paige.

You're not going to drag

the police through
here, are you?

No, not yet, anyway.
It's not just

the mess that takes place,

but it's the time
that they take.

I had a fellow
here last year

who took sleeping
pills, and he...

That's the one
I told you about.

License number?!

Look, Mannix,
research the background

on a dead man,
that I'll do for you.

For that, I can justify
leaving my own work.
Okay.

I've got my own
office, you know.
Right.

What kind of a life
is this,anyway?
Okay, Albie.

Every minute it's,
"Albie do this,

Albie do that."
Okay. Okay.

You want me around
all the time, fine.
Okay, Albie.

Then make me a partner.

A junior partner,
just a junior partner.

I told you, Albie,

I'm all through with
big organizations.

Two guys?
That's not "We, the people."

Look, I got my own career
to worry about.

I got a sign on my office
door the same as you--

Albie, Albie,
the license?

Why me the license?

Peggy used to work in DMV.

Because for
the time being,

I don't want my name
on the request.

Refreshments?

Refreshments!

Thanks, Peggy.

Hey, you did a great
job on this, Albie.

This Ed Kovak led a short,
but very impressive life.

Short enough to tout
you off auto racing?

Well, there are other dangers
in our business, Peggy.

Such as, uh, Albie
talking you to death.

Traffic.
Sergeant Carson, please.

I didn't volunteer;
I was drafted.

Hi, Mike.
Albie Loos.

Give me a registration
on UKS 957.

I didn't have any trouble
with the rest of it,

but those electronic
companies Kovak worked for,

they got security
tighter than the CIA.

Yeah, four different companies
before he landed the job

as project engineer
at Kittridge.

Mm-- all in five years.

Now that's a pretty fast
rise in anybody's business.

Well, look at his
college record.

Summa cum laude.

Degrees in
electrical engineering,

business administration.

I must say, he knew
what he was after.

A guy like that
didn't need to marry

the boss's daughter
to make vice president.

However, there were
a few fringe benefits

such as airplanes, very
expensive racing cars...

Would you give me
a little mustard

on that, honey?
Right.

Yeah, Mike.

Uh-huh...

Uh-huh.

Good deal.
Thanks, Mike.

Say, Albie...

I'm going to need
a background

on that Mark Harper--
and a picture.

That apartment of his looks
like it had just been rented.

There's not a thing
out of place,

not a single personal touch...

I've seen motels
that looked more lived in.

Now he's an interior decorator?

Yeah, well, nobody lives
in a place for a year

without leaving some shred
of evidence about himself.

Unless... unless
it's deliberate.

Now about the license?
What?

The registration, you wrote
it on the pad, didn't you?

Oh, ooh...

Uh, yeah.

The car is registered
to Maureen McGill.

Florentine Arms, huh?

There's a pretty
snappy residence.

Occupation... model.

Everyone should
have a hobby.

Miss McGill?

I'm Joe Mannix.
I'm not a cop.

And we do have an
interest in common.

Mark Harper.

You're a friend of Mark's?

Well, I'd like to
know more about him.

Like what?

Like when did you
see him last?

Why should I tell you?

May save you
a lot of trouble.

A week or so ago.

We had a little run-in.

You know how those things are.

I went over to his apartment
today to patch things up.

Mark seems to be
out of town.

It's fun talking to you.

I'll carry that for you.

Can you tell me

exactly when you
last saw him?

I'd sure like to get
in touch with him.

I have a terrible memory.

Really, it's like a sieve.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

I, uh, see you're
an aficionado.

Devout.

Mark, too?
Ask him.

Well, I'd like to,
but I'll need a little help.

Did he ever talk
to you about his work?

Never. I'm not even
sure what he does.

You didn't know
he was going away?

No. But then why should I?

We're not engaged
or anything like that.

Are you engaged to anyone,

or anything like that?

Oh, I'm not so much
engaged, as "busy."

But do ask me again
sometime, Mr. Mannix.

Say, excuse me.

Have you worked here very long?

Eh, since they opened.

That's two and a half, eh...

let me see, three years.

Well, you probably know
Maureen McGill.

Well, that depends who's asking.

Oh...

Can't take bribes.

Now that's a real woman,
Miss McGill.

A man 20 years younger

could get himself in
a state over that one.

Maybe even ten years younger.

Yeah, I imagine there's quite
a few that do get in a state.

Yep, quite a few.

Tell me, is there anyone she's
particularly interested in?

I don't think there's anything
really interests her,

except it's bullfighting.

Off to Tijuana
near every weekend,

watching them
kill beef.

What's that?
Oh, that's my car.

It does that
every now and then.

I've got to get
it fixed. Thanks.

KG-621-14,
you got a call for me?

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, Mr. Murdoch's tried
to call you several times.

He called three times
in the past hour.

He wants you to get over to his
office as soon as possible.

Check is made out and signed.

Just give me the figure,
I'll fill it in.

You can fill it in
when I'm through with the case.

Mannix, Mrs. Kovak was
upset when she hired you.

She made some wild charges.

She now realizes
how foolish they were.

She hired me,
why doesn't she fire me?

She has decided that the sooner
she forgets the accident

and tries to lead
a normal life, the better

it will be for all of us.
I'm sure it'd be better for you.

What exactly
do you mean by that?

As a lawyer,
you ought to know the penalty

for using your car
as a lethal weapon.

Oh, Mannix, I wasn't
trying to aim the car at you.

Just... suddenly
you were there.

The question is, Murdoch,
why were you there?

As a friend of the family,
I was concerned about Ellen.

Concerned enough
to take a few

potshots at me
in the garage a half hour ago?

Look, I've been at this desk
all afternoon.

That can be checked.
Check it.

This is official notification,
Mannix.

Your client has dismissed you.

That's her privilege.

She has withdrawn her charges.

I may come up
with a charge of my own.

Peggy, I want
a manila envelope.

Albie, I need that
rundown on Harper.

I'm still working on it.
I did get his picture.

Yeah.

Look, I'm so glad
you're pleased.

Look, why do I keep paying
rent on my office?

How much time do I spend there?

Why can't you put
my name on your door?

Albie...
In little letters.

Albie, for the last time,
I'm a one-man organization.

Get moving on that
Harper rundown, will you?

When you finish with him,
go to work on a guy named
Hal Murdoch.

Get everything you can,
dig in every wild direction
you know.

I'd love to get
something on that guy,

even if it's only
reckless driving.

Peggy,
call that insurance agent.

Tell him I've got a few
bullet holes in the car, huh?
Again?

A normal, everyday job can be
just as exciting

as auto racing.

And it can make you
just as dead.

Have you ever see him before?

Mr. Harper?

Sure. Lots.

When was the last time?

The last time
was Sunday--

no, Monday night.

She got back late Sunday.

She had a dinger of a sunburn.

She just laid
around all day,

couldn't hardly move.

Tell me, did Harper go down
to the bullfights with her?

Three or four times.

But not last weekend.

The last time I seen him
was right after

she had the sunburn.
Monday night?

That's right,
last time I seen him.

What about him?

I seen him lots, too.

Last time was
Monday night.

Same night Harper was here.

Yep, only this fella
had left before Harper come.

Thanks.

Now that's
the jackpot answer.

No, Father, he's been
calling all day,

but I haven't
talked to him.

Why can't you tell me
what's going on?

Oh, but why do I have to be
kept in the dark?

Well, after all, it was
my husband that was killed.

Yes, Father, yeah...
whatever you say.

Mrs. Kovak.

I'm sorry to
break in this way,

but you didn't
answer my calls.

What are you doing here?

My father said
you were off the case.

Well, that possibility
was discussed,

but the question is...

do you want me
off the case?

Well, what difference
does it make?

It won't bring
my husband back.

No, it won't.

I thought you might
still be interested

in finding out
who killed him.

There's nothing
more to say.

There's a lot more
to say, Mrs. Kovak,

and you'd better listen!

Now you hired me to find
out what happened.

Someplace along the line,

I developed a personal
stake in this case.

Now you said your husband
didn't trust Harper.

Harper had been seeing
a girl called Maureen McGill.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

No.
You're sure?

Why should it?

'Cause your husband had
been seeing her, too.

I hired you
to find a murderer,

not to dig up
a whole lot of dirt!

It goes with the job,
Mrs. Kovak.

Well, I don't believe it.

My husband loved me
and I loved him.

Now, you found your way
in here, Mr. Mannix--

will you please
find your way out?

Mark Harper--
that's a very interesting

character you came up with.

He's only a year
and a half old.

An alias?

Completely documented,
an expert job.

But all leads end
a year and a half ago.

Just before he went to work
for Kittridge Aerospace.

The day before.

Maybe Mrs. Kovak
wasn't far off about Harper.

The key has got to be the girl,
Maureen McGill.

The model?
Yeah, both Harper

and Kovak were
tied in with her.

Well, if Harper
was working with her,

why would he get
Kovak mixed up with her?

To get information.

After all,
she's a beautiful girl.

Maybe Miss McGill was taking
more across the border

than her enthusiasm
for bullfighting.

Then why kill the goose
that's laying the golden egg?

Well, maybe Kovak found out
he was being used

and Harper had to kill him.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

If you're not going to pull
that trigger immediately,

you mind if I have
a cigarette?

Well, well, well,
Frank Abbott.

Mannix, you still won't take no
for an answer, huh?

I forgot to tell my partner

how touchy you are.

Was that your boy throwing lead
at me in the garage?

Our side wouldn't
have missed.

It looks like
we'll have to beef up

our physical fitness program.

I'd like to try
again sometime.

Let's see what
you can turn up inside.

Abbott, you mind if
I turn this thing off?

Well, now, uh...

just how is the Air Force
involved in this case?

Oh, I'm not Air Force now.

I'm still official,
but it's a different agency.

It's beginning to sound
like top security.

Do you mind
if we don't discuss it?

Ed Kovak was murdered,
wasn't he?

That's our department, okay?

By Mark Harper.

You're fishing.

The way I've got it figured,
is the girl was working

for Harper and taking
information across the border.

Did she know
what was involved?

Mannix, as a favor to me,

to your Uncle Sam
and the free world,

will you just leave?

Sure.

But I do have my license
to worry about, so, uh,

I'll have to tell the police
everything I know.

Mannix...
Mm-hmm?

we want Harper's name
kept out of this.

Why, what's so special
about Harper?

He's one of our agents.

Well, now the case is
taking on a new dimension.

But if Harper was
working for you,

why would
he kill Kovak?

Unless, uh,
he was a double agent?

Mannix, don't make me
use muscle.

Just keep out of it.

You know, you people are
stifling private enterprise.

Just trying to find out
what's going on.

You'll find out.

Just keep watching
the news.

Mac, can you get down here
right away?

I've got a theory
on what happened at the race.

Bring everything you've got;
I'll get Marty Ryan

at International News

to run all the Rio Seca
footage.

Joe, it's like I told you...

Mac, I know you've
got a business, so have I.

People are beginning to shoot
guns at me and say nasty things.

So stop arguing
and get on that plane.

Okay, but say
the magic word at least.

What magic word?

All right, Mac: Please?

Now this was
the edited version,

so, naturally, it carried
the newscaster's voice.

Rondelle pressing Kovak,
who's trying to pass.

Okay, okay,
here come the S-turns.

...Kovak to Rondelle.
It's Rondelle.

It's Rondelle trying to pass.

...back on the track.

Kovak, over the embankment!

How do you like
that camera work, huh?

Did you see me get him
going right over the bank?

I'm very proud of that shot.

Okay, now this was shot
right after the race.

The wreck had
almost burned itself out.

Okay, now, you asked
for the outtakes,

here they are.

Okay, go ahead, Lloyd.

Well, it's fairly obvious
why that one wasn't in.

I got a little
nervous on this one.

Oh, now, yeah, now this
one you've seen before.

This is the tail end
of the shot

where the car skidded
right behind the trees.

Yeah, wait a minute, back up.

I want to see
that tree area again.

Oh, yeah-- no, I cut this
out of the edited version

'cause it was dull,
static footage.

Okay, now, we used
the start of this shot,

where the car skidded
behind the trees,

then we picked it up again
as the car rejoined the race.

Hold it.

Hold it there, Lloyd.

Listen, can you get
him to measure that

tree area footage
you cut out?

A precise measurement.

I'd like to get
an idea of the time.

Yeah-- uh, Lloyd,
did you hear that?

Give it to me in frames.

Suppose somebody standing
in that tree area

had shot out Kovak's
left front tire.

You mean deliberately
arranged for the car

to skid at that precise spot?

Possible?

Well, in theory,

but the precision,
the timing--

well, the odds
are just too fantastic.

Anyway, that's not the way
he got killed.

Then the killer shot a second
bullet into Kovak's body.

Okay, fine.

Now, you got him over
in that clump of trees, dead.

How did he get out
and rejoin the race,

and run over that cliff?

You saw the film.
He didn't try to make the turn.

Well, why?

Unless he was already dead.

Suicide.

All the money in the
world, a great wife,

more hobbies than
he can keep track of--

that's a motive
for suicide?

Yeah, Lloyd?

Okay, thanks.

286 frames...

at 24 frames a second,

uh, say 12 seconds.

12 seconds-- that's a long time
for a racing car

to be running around
behind those trees.

Hmm...

Look, ask him to run that
film again, huh?

Lloyd, run ahead.

The car must have
come to a stop.

But then what...?

Let's take a look.

Ryan, can I talk to him
directly?

Yeah, sure.

Listen, can you run
a few frames at a time?

Hold it!

Mac, look at that--

right-hand side
of the screen.

Now watch.

All right, a few more frames.

Hold it.

All right,
a few more frames.

Hold it.

Now, can you run it backwards
a few frames at a time?

Hold it.

Do you see what I see?

Yeah.

Could be dust?

It could be a killer.

Would you ask him
to get the focus

as sharp as he possibly can?

Right.

Lloyd, sharpen that focus
as much as you can.

Great, now it's
a sharper blur.

Yeah, well, that, uh,

blur is wearing a racing helmet

and he's moved from here
all the way across there.

So?

It's walking around.

Hello, I'd like to speak
to Mrs. Kovak.

Have you any idea
where I can reach her?

She left town?

Where was she going?

Well, do you know
who called her?

Look, it's urgent.

I have to reach her as soon
as possible.

Yes, I understand your position,

but can you tell me
where the plane is kept?

Thanks.

Albie, call Frank Abbott.

Try the Air Force
Intelligence, emergency.

They'll get to him.

Tell him to meet me
at the Kittridge Air Base.

Tell him that he'd better
get there as fast as possible.

I still think
it could be suicide.

Lloyd, run that film again,
from the start.

Hey, get out of here.
This is restricted.

Has Champ Delta Mike
taken off?
I said get...

Look, I'm a private
investigator!

There's an emergency.
Has Delta Mike taken off?

Not yet, it's still
on the taxi strip.

Where's it cleared to?
Mexico.

Look, Mrs. Kovak's
flying that plane;
she's in danger.

No matter what, don't give her
the clearance-- look!

No matter what happens,
don't clear that plane!

This is Champ Delta Mike
to tower-- ready for takeoff.

This is tower
to Champ Delta Mike--

you are not cleared
for takeoff.

All right,
hold it, mister!

Don't you know no one's
allowed up there?

What about him?

Tower to Champ Delta Mike,
you are not cleared!

Kovak.

I've got a gun on her!

Get away from those cars
or I'll kill her!

Ed...!

Ed, let her go!

Abbott, if he lets her go,
you let him drive out of here!

No, we're
leaving here together.

Anybody moves,
I shoot.

Ed, don't hurt her!

You let her go!
Somebody do something!

You're quite a shot.

He always was.

George, get on
the radio, will you?

I want a team out here
before the police arrive.

We turned up
a Party membership on Kovak.

Yeah, that was Harper's body
in the crash.

He was already dead.

Kovak killed him.

Kovak drove that skid himself.

He jumped out when he got
behind the trees

where he'd hidden Harper's body.

Put Harper's body
in the car,

jammed the accelerator
to the floor

and the car drove itself
into the crash, perfect.

Except he happened to run
through a few frames of film.

Kovak's wife didn't
know about this, did she?

No.

Kovak told her he could
explain everything.

She loved him enough
to believe him.

Look Abbott, I'll be around
if you need me.

So long.

How about
that shoulder?

Aw, it's just a skin.

You going to be able
to race Saturday?

Of course.

And this time, Mac,

I'm going to finish
right up there.

Tenth, maybe?

Eh, with a little luck.

Did you get him?

Yeah, we got him, Albie.

We got him.