All language subtitles for Mannix S02E20 All Around the Money Tree.eng

Mannix, old boy,
good morning.

How are you, Roger?

How are things with
Bard Enterprises?

Marvelous.
Absolutely marvelous.

Oh, expect to crash through
the ceiling any moment!

Oh, that's great,
if you can afford
a new ceiling.

Ooh! Spot of lunch?

Yeah. 12:30?

Fine. Pick you up.

All right.

Hello, Roger.

Oh, imagine
seeing you here.

Small world.

Not particularly.

As you know,
I've had reason

to see a good deal
of it lately.

Paris, Suva, Pago Pago,

Singapore,
Madrid, Hong Kong,

to mention but a few
of the places

where our paths have
not quite crossed recently.

Yes. Travel is rewarding,
is it not?

It is now, Roger.

Yes, yes.
Well, forgive me

for keeping you standing
in the outer office.

Frightfully rude.
Shall we go inside?

I'm sure we have
a great deal to talk about.

A great deal.

Yes.
After you.

Mm! Quite an elaborate front
you have here.

Yes, the mores
of our time

demand that a chap seem
to be gainfully employed.

Uh... Why don't
you sit down?

Would you care
for a spot of brandy?

No, thanks.
What's in there?

There? That closet?
Just a closet.

It's where I put
my hat and my coat.

Mm-hmm. Nothing in
there now, I suppose.

No, nothing.
It's quite empty.

And why is it locked?

No reason at all.

I like to keep things locked.
It's a habit of mine.

Away from charwomen
and all that, you know.

Mind opening it?

Oh, no, not a bit.

I say, old chap...

Frightfully sorry, old chap.

Have to run.

♪ ♪

Bard!

Somebody come
and open this door!

Open this door!

Bard, will you come
back and open it?

Let me out of here!

Help! Can nobody
hear me?

Come and open this door!

You haven't taken
one sip of your coffee.

Have I lost my touch?

Oh, now I've got
to scald my mouth

to make you
feel secure?

Ah! Hope I'm not
disturbing you.

Oh, no. Not at all.

Listen, there's a chap

locked in the closet
in my office.

If it's not too inconvenient,

I'd appreciate you turning
him loose in a moment-- there!

Cheerio!

Don't panic.
I saw him, too.

I was about to ask what
you put in this coffee.

There he is!

After him!

Well, I guess that
spoils it for lunch.

Bard! Come back
and open this door!

Let me out
of here! Bard!

All right, take it easy!
Hold it!

I'll get you out.
Just a minute.

Oh... oh, thank you.

Hey, j-j-just a minute.

What's going on here?

Obviously, I was locked
in that closet.

Decidedly awkward,
to put it mildly.

Well, how did it happen?

Accident. And now,
if you'll pardon me,

I have urgent business
with Roger Bard.

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Good night, Joe.

Good night, Joe!

Hmm?

You're still hung up
on that Roger Bard scene

this morning, aren't you?

Yeah.

Well, we can talk
about it tomorrow.

You're on overtime.

I'm in no hurry.

Peggy, how long has Roger
Bard been in that office?

Oh, I don't know;
I guess about six months.

It's funny,
I see him almost every day;

we've had lunch
dozens of times.

We've had drinks together.

You know something?

I don't know one thing
about that man.

Well, did he ever talk
about his business?

No. I can understand why.

The business does not exist.

And, this morning, he says to
me, "Oh, things are booming

for me, old chap."

Now, that's got
to be an elaborate

front of some kind,
but for what?

Well, whatever it is,
it certainly pays.

I wish I could bottle it.

The way he dresses;
and that car...!

Yeah, he swings.

I talked to the building
manager this morning.

He said Bard leased that office
for five years firm--

paid in advance--
then he spends

a fortune redecorating--
special paneling,

acoustical ceilings...

Peggy, whoever it is,
I'm not in.

Right.

This is Miss Redstone.

She didn't have
an appointment,

but I thought you might
make an exception in this case.

You know,
you're really beginning

to get the hang of this job.

Good night, Peggy.

Miss Redstone,
please sit down.

Now, what can
I do for you?

Help my uncle.
He's in terrible trouble.

Of course.

Who's your uncle?

Roger Bard.

He spoke of you as his
friend-- the only one

he could turn to
in this hour of great need.

You know, Miss Redstone,
with you as a niece,

I'm surprised Roger doesn't
have many, many friends.

Of course, his mistake
may have been keeping
you a secret.

He's never mentioned
having a niece.

Sometimes we're quite close.

Again, I may not see
Uncle Roger for a year.

He moves about a good bit.

Mm. That's exactly
what he was doing this morning,

with three men
moving right behind him.

Oh, no!

Miss Redstone, you
said he told you
he was in trouble.

Does it sound worse
coming from a stranger?

Why, why, can't
they let him be?

Who are "they"?

I don't know.

But they've hounded him
across oceans and continents.

That I do know.

If you can't
identify the men,

then you probably
don't know why
they're hounding him.

No.

And you wouldn't
have any notion

about Bard Enterprises,

or what those enterprises
might be?

I'm afraid not.
But you will help us, won't you?

Uncle Roger's counting on you.

Where did he call you from?

Mexico-- Baja-- somewhere
near Ensenada, he said.

What else did he say?

That they'd really
run him to earth this time.

If you couldn't help him,

it was the end of the line
for Roger Bard.

And I'm to tell you
money is no object.

Well, it isn't to me, either,
Miss Redstone.

It's just that I'm trying
to piece things together.

For instance, why
does he need my help?

Why doesn't he just go
to the Mexican police?

Can't you come with me now?

I'm sure everything
will be explained

to your satisfaction.

We must be wasting
precious time.

All right,
Miss Redstone.

Claudia.

Claudia.

Uncle Roger was right.

About what?

You.

Well, now, you sure
this is the right plaza?

Yes.
What now?

Uncle Roger said
to park here and wait.

For what?

He said he'd have
a man meet us here.

Well, then, that
makes it all right.

Why?
There is a man.

Señorita Redstone?
Yes.

Please, come with me.

Where?

Please, señor,
I have my orders.

Is your name Paco?

Si, Señorita. Paco Moreno.

I'm sure it's all right.

I am so glad you come.

Your uncle is so worried.

We think maybe
there is an accident.

Por favor.

He says, "Paco, I am so afraid
something is happen to her."

But now is all right.

Your uncle is going
to be very happy.

Please do not
move, señor.

Claudia, I thought you said

once we got down here,
everything would be explained.

It will be.

Oh... oh, my God!

♪ ♪

You look terrible.

Thanks.

What are you
doing here?

Following you.

From L.A.?

Mm-hmm.

And a rather trying
bit of road, that last bit.

Particularly a test when
driven without lights.

Well, I thought your
urgent business was
with one Roger Bard.

It is.

I was hoping you
and the young lady
were leading me to him.

Look, just who are you?

Dustin Rhodes,
Inspector, CID.

What's a Scotland Yard man

doing down here in the wilds
of Baja California?

Hopefully, closing in on a man
who stole two million pounds,

give or take a few thousand.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that rings
a bell-- London, huh?

Old money being,
uh, transported

in an armored van to a...
government incinerator.

Unfit money being taken
out of circulation, right.

Old bills, unmarked,
no record of serial numbers.

No clues, no bloodshed.

Fortunately,
there was an informer.

One of the gang, we suspect.

So we did arrest their leader.

But he got away.

He, uh, busted out
of your best lockup.

Quite.

Oh...

Oh, a question: why am I here?

What was Claudia's reason

for inviting you to
accompany her to Mexico?

Oh, I was supposed
to rescue her uncle

from some very
mysterious enemies.

Question two:
who's Claudia Redstone?

A rather constant companion
of the chap I'm looking for.

As a matter of fact, I've
been keeping her in sight

this past six months,

hoping she'd lead me to
my man, sooner or later.

That's how I found
him in Los Angeles.

Roger Bard?

Roger Bard is
one of his many aliases.

He's no more her uncle
than you are.

Yeah.

I was beginning to suspect that.

You'll return to Los Angeles,
of course.

No one would blame you.

No... no, I'm gonna stay here
and try and find Claudia.

She's still in trouble.

No trouble at all,
I assure you.

She was kidnapped,
wasn't she?

Oh, yes-- by confederates
of a man called Benjamin Wish.

But if Roger Bard sent
for you to save his neck,

you're far more valuable
to Mr. Wish than she is.

They kidnapped
the wrong person.

You don't have to go
looking for him.

He'll come looking for you.

Hello.

Now, how did you get away?

I didn't.

Oh!

Who are you?
How'd you get in here?

Mannix... why are you
acting so hostile?

I could've got one of my boys
to slap you awake.

I'm truly sorry, Joe.

About getting you involved,
I mean.

Take Miss Redstone
down to the car.

No, hold it.

You let her go,
or you're wasting your time.

Mannix, you don't have
such a big bargaining position.

Now, either she walks
out of here alone,

or... you got
no bargaining at all.

Well, I'm a pretty
trusting soul.

All right.

Thank you, Joe.

Now, let's start
from the top, huh?

Who are you?

My name's Wish, Benjamin Wish.

Uh, these fellows here

have got names,
but that's of no
interest to you.

Uh, your little deal is with me.

Deal.

Now, uh, just what
sort of a deal is that?

Now, there's
a thousand in it for you.

$500 at the nod of a head,
the rest just as easy.

I always get hung up
on that word "easy."

What do I do?

I want you to
deliver a message

to a friend of
yours for me.

Roger Bard.

Now, the first part
of that deal I can handle.

I nod with a lot of class.

But, uh, let's
hear the message.

Well, I want you to
tell Roger that, uh,

none of us feel
unfriendly towards him,

that we grabbed
Claudia last night,

and it can happen again,

unless he intends
to divide the prize,

as was originally
planned amongst us.

Are you sure he won't make
a counteroffer,

like, uh, you keep Claudia,
he'll keep the prize?

Oh, no.

Roger wouldn't play
those games with me.

You see, Roger wouldn't
like anyone to think that

it was his fault for anything
that could happen to her.

You're, uh, saying
you'd hurt Claudia.

Well, you know, lots of very
funny things happen to people.

But the question is now, whether
you're gonna deliver my message

to Roger.

You know...

I haven't got the foggiest idea
where to look for Roger.

Why don't you leave that
to old Benjie Wish, eh?

Right, lads, you can go.

Now, look, Mannix, I think you
ought to hop into some clothes,

'cause you and I have got
a long morning's drive.

Over this way, Mannix.

The hacienda is

right up there.

It's patrolled.

By armed guards?

Yeah, I think they
call them charros.

You said that this was
gonna be an easy $500.

Well, just a little
walk in the sun--

it won't hurt you.

Yeah, well, there's
nothing like jogging

past a firing squad
to keep a man healthy.

I'll be waiting
here for you.

♪ ♪

What are you doing
on my land, señor?

Came here to talk to you, Roger.

Wizard, old boy!

Heh. Thought I might fool you
for a moment, at least.

The ears, Roger,
they're a dead giveaway.

Well, good show.

One of my ideas for escaping.

I see it won't work.

Gracias.

Oh, you did call
Claudia from here,

telling her to bring me down
to get you out of a jam?

Definitely, as she
should have told you--

you are the only friend
I could turn to.

Well, that I can believe.

You get a lot of mileage
out of a friend, Roger.

Well, actually, Joe,
you wouldn't be down here,

but I am in desperate straits.

Oh, well, now if this is what
you call desperate, then...

I'd like to know how
to join the club.

You can't trust
appearances, old boy.

Actually, I'm
a prisoner here.

The only road that leaves here
is controlled by my enemies.

You see, the charros
can hold them at bay,
but I can't move.

The original
Mexican standoff.

Yes. Yes, sort of.

Yeah. Well, I learned
this morning that

the hostile forces
intercepted the chap

I sent to talk to you--
they made him talk.

That's how it happened.

Oh, what did happen?

Their man met us
in Ensenada last night.

It was a pretty
bad scene, Roger.

Oh, I say, I'm sorry.

Is Claudia all right?

Yeah, she is
for the time being.

Which brings me
to the message from Mr. Wish.

Yes?
It seems Claudia's
continued good health

depends on you

and, uh, splitting
the, quote, prize, unquote,

as originally planned.

Yes. Uh, well...

tell Mr. Wish that I'll be
in touch with him shortly.

All right.

Um, am I to assume

th-that's all you're
prepared to do for me?

That's right.

Oh, well, my charros
will see you back to Ensenada.

What about Claudia?

Oh, believe me, old chap,

Claudia can take care
of herself.

You know, Roger,
with you as a friend,

a man really has to keep up
his insurance premiums.

Don't move!

Stay loose.

Put your hands
up against the wall.

Arriba!

Now turn around, Roger,

face the desk with
your hands on it.

Uh...

I say, you, uh...

you wouldn't really use
that thing, would you?

If you'd like to test me,
Roger, try something.

Yes. Well, this chivalry

is wasted on Claudia,
I assure you.

I'm doing this
for myself--
now, let's go.

Um, uh, where?
Ensenada.

Oh, you're taking me
to see Benjamin Wish.

No, I'm taking you
to see Dustin Rhodes
of Scotland Yard.

Now, what happens after that
is strictly your ball game.

Oh, I see-- you met
the inspector, then?

Mm. And I know all about
your heist in good old Blighty.

One question, Roger.

Exactly how was I supposed
to help you get away from Wish?

Uh, well, I thought
that we could play

a sort of a charade;
we could exchange identities.

Now, Roger, we don't look
anything alike.

Ah, you and I know that.

And so does Benjie Wish.

Yes, but you see,
were he to learn

that after losing
us here,

a man accompanied by
Claudia Redstone departed

from Ensenada airport
by chartered plane,

well, he'd assume that
man was Roger Bard.

He'd hardly expect me
to be driving back

to Los Angeles in a
motorcar, would he?

I'll buy that, Roger.

But you know,
Mr. Wish is out
on that road.

Now is there another way
to Ensenada?

No. I thought that my charros
could pin him down

just long enough
for us to get by.

All right, Roger, but you make
your charros understand

that they do exactly
as I tell them...

or they lose
a very good patrón.

Right.

Oh, absolutely.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

Which side of the road
are you working, eh?

Well, I work strictly down
the middle, friend.

You know, old matey,
there's nothing to keep us

from letting you rot out the
rest of your life in jail.

Think about it.

Well, I have thought about it,

and I find the possibility
very unlikely.

See, because you'd be rotting
in jail with me.

That's not a very attractive
picture, is it?

Now, if you were trying
to get away,

you were headed for the prize.

I had a funny notion you were
trying to cut old Wish out.

You know, Mannix, being partners
to a dude like your friend here,

one learns to expect
a double cross.

That's why I had a car follow us
up here.

Block the road behind us.

Seems to be less and
less trust in the world.

Yes, pity.

Cigarette, old chap?

No smoking here, Bard.

You'd probably try
and start a brush fire.

Less and less trust
in the world.

Right, lads,
let's get him to the car.

Hold it, gentlemen,
the guns on the ground, please.

Thank you.

Now could we walk
in this direction?

Thank you.

Don't shoot him,
you ruddy fools!

He's the only one who knows
where the loot is!

Get that tree out
of the road!

Fast!

Don't you try anything.

I don't mind
if they shoot you.

♪ ♪

Mannix, you're in
trouble, old boy?

You might say so.

Hey, what are you
doing here?

Young lady-- most
likely our young
friend, Claudia,

rang me at the hotel,

told me I might
find you out here.

Recommended
this whirly.

Clever girl.

Yeah.

You seem upset.

Well, I think
I'll feel better

once we get back with
our old friends again.

Shall we get in
the bird?!

Fine.

There's Wish.

Ought to be over
Bard's car in minutes.

There's Bard!

I wonder why he's stopped.

Good show, Mannix,
old boy.

Lucky you dropped by.
I'm out of petrol.

You better get
in the bird.

Wish should be here
in a couple of minutes.

Sorry, old man.
No room.

Let's go.

Well, for a place
as deserted as the moon,

you certainly run into everybody
you know around here.

I certainly didn't expect to see
you trudging along like this.

Didn't Mr. Rhodes find you?

That he did.

He was supposed
to pick you up.

Well, he did that, too.

And he also put me
back down again.

Why should he have done that?

I think it had something
to do with, uh, Uncle Roger?

Joe, I've meant
to talk to you about that.

He's not really my uncle.

Well, you could have fooled me.

Roger's a good friend.

He got into trouble
a few years ago.

He stole some money,

a lot of money.

You don't know what
he's been through, Joe.

He's been hounded
all over the world.

He'd like to give it back,
stop running,

but he doesn't want
to go back to jail.

That's understandable.

I hoped you could talk him into
telling you where the money is.

Maybe then we
could get away,

and you and Rhodes
could share the reward.

You think Rhodes would agree
to that?

I think Mr. Rhodes plans
to take that reward for himself.

As a matter of fact,
that's what he's about to do.

He can't.

Well, he's doing it.

That helicopter with Roger
and Rhodes aboard

should be in Ensenada
in about half an hour.

No, no, it didn't.

You trying
to tell me something?

I paid for the whirly
and the pilot.

I ought to have something
to say about where it lands.

And that's not Ensenada?

It is not.

Get in, Joe.

He'll fly them around a while.

I paid for two hours in the air.

If we hurry,
we can surprise them.

Well, nothing's gonna
surprise me anymore.

Besides, I'd like
to have a little chat

with Mr. Rhodes myself.

You really came
loaded for bear.

I thought Rhodes
might be more receptive

with champagne and caviar.

Don't you agree?

That's what I call
good thinking.

Well, it's not the most romantic
place in the world for a picnic,

but it'll have to do.

Well, I must admit,

it has a certain
amount of charm.

And a certain
amount of dust.

Joe, have you ever stopped
to wonder about the first man

who ever decided caviar
was something to eat?

Genius.

I thought you said our friends
were arriving by helicopter.

Something must
have gone wrong.

Well, that's it
then, Mannix.

Unless you want
the lady hurt.

Get the car out of sight.

My, my...

that's a very nice picnic
you set up there, Claudia.

How did you find us?

Oh, we never lost you.

We followed you here.

You and your
friend Mannix.

Where are we?

Lost.

But there is a winery
down there.

Maybe somebody there can tell us
where is Ensenada, huh?

I call this living
high on the hog.

Too much grub here
just for you folks.

You must have been
expecting visitors.

Lucky you were able
to make it.

Well, the place
is becoming popular.

I should have made
a reservation.

Roger, darling,

there's been a terrible
change in plans.

Yes, so it seems.

Get his gun.

Oh, no, the inspector
has my gun.

Well, gentlemen,
how was your flight?

Oh, charming.

Might have known what to expect
at the end of it.

I must recommend you
to my travel agent.

I hope you didn't go to
too much trouble, my dear.

I refer, of course, to
this little double-cross.

I didn't, Roger.

I di-- they followed
us here-- truly.

That's right.
She didn't know.

Oh, it doesn't matter, Claudia.
No hard feelings.

I hope you and Wish will
make a very happy couple.

That's very generous
of you, Roger.

There is, after all,
no spur like avarice.

Well, now, Roger, don't tell me
you're going to knock avarice?

I mean, a man who stole
six million dollars

and then cut out
his partners?

Partners cut me out, Joe.

Wish over there identified me
to Scotland Yard.

Wait a minute,
Roger, that hurts.

That hurts very much.

Who got you out
of the clink?

You had no choice.

I'd hidden the money
before I got picked up.

Getting me out was
the only chance you had

to put your hands on the prize.

Well, now that you're
back with us, Roger, uh...

you know, perhaps we'll start
from the beginning, eh?

You're wasting your time, Wish.

He's not going to tell you
where the money is.

We'll see about that;
we'll see.

Oh, Roger,

with six million dollars,

why does anybody
have to be a loser?

Of course, darling,
Mannix is right.

Now while you're thinking
about that, Roger,

why don't we just have
a little drink of champagne,

and you just keep
thinking about that and...

All right, nobody,
just like statues.

Now let's drop those guns, huh?
Come on.

You, too, Wish.

Over there, both of you.

Now, Roger, why don't
you and Claudia

bring the car around front.
I'll be out in a minute.

Jolly decent.
Thank you, old chap.

How about me, Mannix?

Well, I'm sorry,
Rhodes, but, uh...

you can't have everything.

No room.

Now, turn around, gentlemen.

And I want you
to stay right there,

'cause the first man
through this door

is gonna meet a bullet.

I'm sorry, Joe, darling.

But give me the gun.

You wouldn't.

I would.

And I'd hate to spoil

a beautiful man like you
with a bullet.

But one half of
six million dollars

is three million dollars,

and three million
is three million.

And a money-hungry gal
is a money-hungry gal.

Joe, you'll hear from me.

I'll get a check off
for services rendered.

Save your money, Roger.

You'll need a lawyer.

Where's the car?

Round the side.
Let's go.

Mannix!

Well, here we are
again, Rhodes,

with each other
for company.

Mm! I'm sorry about leaving you
out in the desert, old chap,

but I couldn't take any chances
after all this time.

No hard feelings, I hope.

No hard feelings.
Hm.

But we have to find
them, you know.

Oh, I'm perfectly willing
to let them come to me.

Hold it a minute, Mannix.

Do I understand you correctly,
they will come to you?

They will, if I can
arrange to be there

when they get back to L.A.

May I be of service?

That whirly out there

can't fly without
its ignition key, can it?

Good show.

Ah, we're back in business
then, I take it?

We both take it.

Oh, darling, it's only
five past 2:00.

It's four hours
before daylight.

Plenty of time to make
our little getaway.

Yes, darling.

"Danger-- structure condemned
due to fire damage.

Do not enter."

Oh, no!

Hello, Roger.

Joe.

Oh, and you know
Claudia.

Oh, yeah-- and you know
my secretary Peggy.

Yes.

Yeah, it's too bad about
what happened to your office.

What did happen?

Peggy, maybe you'd
better tell them.

While you were in Mexico,
there was a fire.

A fire?

How bad was it?

Totaled it out.

As I get the picture
from Peggy,

it burned right
through the roof.

The firemen thought the entire
place was going to go up.

Oh, I'd better go up...
No, you'd better
not, Roger.

There's no floor,
no ceiling, nothing.

You don't understand,
I must see...

Oh, no, you'd better not
because I think

that's Scotland Yard
approaching.

You see, he's been

following you ever since
we got back to L.A.

in hopes you'd lead him
to the money.

Roger, it does look
like Rhodes' car.

I think you can
get out the back way.

Yes.

Oh, I'll see you later,
old chap.

Any sign of them?

I've been following them

since they left the apartment,
as you suggested,

but they gave me
the slip.

I thought they
might come here.

Well, they slipped right through
my fingers, too, Rhodes.

They just got away
with all the loot.

Didn't you see them?
They went that way.

You must have
passed them.

As a matter of fact,

I'll bet you can catch
them, if you hurry.

I'll give them a good run
for it, don't you worry.

See you, Rhodesy.

What did you do
all that for?

He's no more
Scotland Yard than I am.

Just a suspicious man
by nature.

You see, Scotland Yard men
don't usually carry guns,

so I phoned London.

Oh, there's a Dustin
Rhodes, all right,

but he's been in a London
hospital for six months.

Broke his back.

Fell down a coal chute.

There we go.

The money actually belongs
to the Bank of England.

We'd better get at it
before our friends return.

How can you be so certain that
Bard hid the money up there?

Actually, he told me
it was up here

when he said his business
was booming,

went right through
the ceiling.

I can see why a man would pay
his rent five years in advance.

You have to hand it
to Mr. Bard--

there's nothing to ease the
tensions of modern-day living

like an acoustic ceiling
full of money.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.