All language subtitles for Mannix S02E24 Merry-Go-Round for Murder.eng

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Mannix.

Hello, Pete.

This is Frank Devereux.

How do you do.

Well, now that we
all know each other,

why did you get me down here?

Because of this, Mr. Mannix.

Mr. Devereux wants you
to protect him.

I haven't been doing
too good a job.

It's just until
tomorrow morning,

till he gets on
a plane at 6:48.

That's $1,000, Joe.

Just till tomorrow morning.

Sorry.

$5,000.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

There are some people after me.

I've asked Mr. Neal
to stay with me.

We've been ducking
them all day.

Because of what's
in that case?

That's right.

What is it?

A quarter of a million dollars.

Nice meeting you,
Mr. Devereux.

It's not hot, Joe.

But it is cash,

and it is dangerous.

We've been
running all day.

You were the only one
I could think of

that was honest enough
that I could call.

Thanks, Pete.

This sounds like a job
for the police.

It's not stolen, but it
is vulnerable, Mr. Mannix.

Joe, it's clean.

You can check the serial
numbers, if you like.

Mr. Mannix!

The money!

They've taken the money!

Yeah, and the body.

They're going to kill me.

They're going to kill me!

They're going to...
they're going to kill me!

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Kramer.

You generally meet clients
on a deserted wharf

in the middle of the night?

Well, I told you--
Pete Neal called me,

said a man named Devereux
was in trouble.

I came to see what
it was all about.

All right. Any hungry
citizen picks up money.

But why did the killer
take the body?

Without a body, Lieutenant,

it's a little tougher
to prove murder.

How many in the car? Any idea?

I'd say at least two.

Driver, a man in the back,
both shooting.

A quarter
of a million, you said?

I didn't say that.
Devereux did.

Where did it come from?

He didn't tell me that.

He just said it was clean.

We've had no
report of a heist,

and you don't steal that
much without making noise.

Well, I'd say, find Devereux.

He must know the answer.

You want us to find
your clients for you?

Wait a minute, Lieutenant,
he's not my client.

But I still think
you ought to find him.

I'm interested in improving
your, uh, public image.

Thanks.

Say hello to Peggy.

Lieutenant Kramer
says, "Hello, Peggy."

Joe, is it true
what Peggy tells me?

You had a client shot
out from under you?

Look, Albie, find out about
a guy named Frank Devereux.

He was with Pete Neal.

And get me a rundown
on Pete Neal, too, huh?

Pete Neal, who once wanted
to be a private cop?
Yeah.

I haven't seen him
around a long time.

Find out why.
I'll ask around.

Mm.

I hope you don't mind.

I let Toby sit in here where
he'd be out of the way.

Hiya, Toby.

Hi, Mr. Mannix.

Look-it.

Ho ho ho ho!
Now, that's great.

Mrs. Kingsley is going
to pick him up here.

She had to go to the
dentist this morning.

Mind if I keep it?

You like it?
I think it's great.

It may help business.

It might even help my image
with Lieutenant Kramer.

Lieutenant Kramer was
my daddy's partner.

Come on, Toby.

Mr. Mannix knows
all that.
Oh, Peggy,

Uh, would you check
Motor Vehicles

for a black '68 VIP.
Last three numbers, 235?

Right.
Hmm.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just one moment, please.

It's Devereux's wife.

Mrs. Devereux?

Yes, I'm Mrs. Devereux.

Who are you?

Joe Mannix.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Will you come in?

Uh, your husband
hasn't come back yet?

No.

Mr. Mannix, you've got
to help me find Frank.

If you don't,
they'll kill him.

Who... who's "they"?

I don't know.

Won't you come in
and sit down?

Thank you.

That, that's Frank.
Hmm.

Oh, oh, you-you
met him.
Yeah.

That's me before
I had my hair cut.

Nice.

You've got to find him.

Mrs. Devereux, let's start
from the beginning, huh?

Why don't you tell me
about Pete Neal?

He was a very good friend.

He was trying to help Frank,
and they killed him.

Yes, I know.

Frank came home half crazy
with fear.

He paced up and down
the room all night.

He said he had to get away.

Now he knew he didn't have
a chance, whatever he did.

You have no idea
what he meant by that?

No.

No, Frank doesn't tell me
much about the business.

Hmm...

Well, what business is
your husband in, Mrs. Devereux?

He works for a company.

He handles the books.

Hmm, where?

In Las Vegas.

He works for one
of the casinos?

For a Mr. Wallachs.

Harry Wallachs?

Yes, Harry Wallachs.

Mrs. Devereux, now tell me,

what was your husband doing
in Los Angeles last night?

Well, I-I told you,
I don't know much

about the business
or the trips he takes.

Trips?

Well, to New York,
Europe, all over.

You have any idea where he might
have gone this time?

No. He's just trying to hide.

Did you turn up anything
on Pete Neal?

Like he pulled the hole
in after him.

Did you turn up anything?

There it is, complete.

Peter J. Neal,

committed to

Prescott... what?

"Peter J. Neal,

"committed to
Prescott Y.... Y.A.--

that's Youth Authority--
"at age 15

"after numerous juvenile
arrests, mostly this area.

"Y.A." Youth Authority,

"calls truancy and..."

"truancy and incorrigible.

"After release, worked
at minor jobs.

"Has reputation
as numbers...

"runner?

"But no arrests, no record
since Prescott."

Yeah, he was last in Las Vegas
until last month.

Vegas?

The Gold Piece.
Relief dealer.

He was there maybe
three, four months.
He's a drifter.

Figure he pulled a job in Vegas

to get that
quarter of a million dollars?

No.

Anyone pulling a job
that big would make noise.

At least some very loud
whispers.

Where are you going?

To try my luck.

Mr. Wallachs
will see you now.

Ready.

Mannix. Hey,
long time.

And after today, too.

You haven't changed,

Hey, you look great.

How do you
keep so trim?

I get shot at a lot.

Oh! You mean
last time? Forget it.

I don't carry any grudges.

You were just digging
in the wrong forest.

One of my boys thought
you were a deer.

Time.

What's your pleasure?

I'd like to know
about Pete Neal.

Neal, huh?
Pete Neal?

Yeah, he's one of
my dealers, isn't he?

He was. He's dead.

No kidding?

That's too bad.

That's all?

Look, Mannix, just because
I run a clean business

doesn't make everybody
who works for me a saint.

Guys get into trouble.

Well, this guy got into trouble

with a quarter
of a million dollars.

Where would Pete Neal get
a quarter of a million?

My exact question.

What happened?

Whoever shot him knew
he had the money.

You know anything
about it?

What are you
fishing for?

You came here with
something on your mind. What?

All right.

Now, where would a guy
like Neal

get a quarter
of a million dollars?

He works as a dealer.

He didn't make it
getting tips.

And he couldn't steal
that kind of money,

even if you didn't have
all your lookouts.

What do you want me to say?

You're answering
all your own questions.

Unless it's skim.

What are you talking about,
skim?

I run a clean place.

Time.

Suppose someone
in your clean place

had a bright idea?

How could a dealer get
his hands on skim?

He couldn't.

Exactly.

Now, who could?

Uh, how about
Frank Devereux?

Neal's pal?

Devereux?

What have you
got on him?

Well, he was with Neal.

They had a quarter of a million
dollars to protect.

Now, how would you
put that together?

So you figure that Neal
and Devereux stole from me,

and I had Neal killed?

I figure if you knew
you'd lost that money,

I'd have heard about it.

You answered yourself again.
No questions left.

There is no skim.

Fine.

Oh, if I were you, Harry,

and I had any foreign bank
balances, I'd check them

to see whether a
certain accountant

who makes European trips

neglected to make
his last deposit.

Time.

I don't have an accountant
who makes trips,

and I don't have
a European bank account.

Well, then you've got nothing
to worry about, Harry, have you?

Get me the Greuner Bank
in Switzerland,

and then find Frank Devereux
for me.

I want to talk to him
personally.

And snap it up!
It's important!

Jackpot!

Jackpot!
I hit the jackpot!

I hit the jackpot!

Well, that makes
two of us, honey.

How was Vegas?

Like Vegas.

There are four '68 VIPs

with those last
three numbers

registered
in this state.

If it was from out
of state, we're dead.

Godfrey's out.
He had an accident.

Car's been in the shop
the last three weeks.

Lewisons are on vacation
with the car.

Supposed to be in Mexico,
and I'm checking that out.

That leaves David Solomon, 18,
student at City College,

and Need-A-Car
Leasing Company.

Car leasing
company, huh?

Now, that makes sense.

Get me Albie,
will you, Peggy?

No, I, I'm sorry.

No black '68 VIP.

with a license
ending in 235.

It's registered
to you.

Ah, well,
then it's a mistake.

But I got
all kinds of cars.

I can order you
exactly what you want.

You know, you, you're gonna
want FM and air.

Excuse me.

Need-A-Car.

Oh, yeah, lady...

Look, I...
Excuse me.

Mind if we look
around?
What?

Mind if we look
around?

Oh, yeah,
suit yourself.

Look, lady, I know I said
we got insurance, see,

but that doesn't mean

that you can go on
dinging your fender for free.

Read your lease agreement.

No! It is not
in the teeny print.

Look, lady, you watch
television, right?

You see the ads, "number
two leasing company"?

They try harder
because they're number two?

Imagine, lady,
how hard we have to try.

Listen, we found it.

What are you
talking about?

I know every car
on this lot.

Could I see
your registration book?
Mm.

Oh, there it is.
"SDI 235."

Yeah, that's white.
You said black.

But you want white,
that's your car.

How long
has it been white?

Since I got it
from the factory.

Do you have a key?

Oh...

Look, we try hard,
but there's a limit to this.

It's a
sweet-running car.

Well, this is
permanent.

It's, it's been
on the ground,

but there's plenty
of tread left on there.

When was this
car out last?

Well, it got in
last night late.

There you are, Albie,
watercolor.

Is that paint?

You know, it is kind of funny.

It was rented for a week, but
the guy only kept it for a day.

Hey, uh,
what's this all about?

What exactly
are you looking for?

Who rented it?

You got a copy
of the rental agreement?

Yeah.

Probably used
a phony name.

It just might
give us a lead.

What, are you a cop?

Private.

Ah, yeah,
wait a minute.

Let's take a look
through the inside, Albie.

A toothpick, that's it.

Not much of a haul.

The page has
been torn out.

That figures.

Whoever used it covered himself
pretty well.

He sure cleaned it out.

Oh, no, no.

We give these cars
a complete going over.

Vacuum and wash the
minute they get back.

You'll never ever get
a dirty car from here.

What about the vacuum?

You got a trash bin?

Yeah, it's
right over on...

Oh, today is Thursday.

The trash has already
been picked up.

Oh, great.

Say, Albie, you got a pencil?

Oh, yeah.

How long you owned
this car?

Seven months.

There's some lettering here.

"J-O-H-N."

John. Johns.

Must be a name.

There's another one
in front of it.

"J-E-A-N."

Jean.

Jean, John... Johnston...
Johnson.

Squashed down in the seat.

That hunk of paper

might have been laying
there for seven months.

Maybe, but unless that
toothpick's got writing on it,

it's the only lead we've got.

You're not even sure of
the last part of the name.

Johnston... Johnson...

"Johnson, I.
Johnson, J.J.

A. Jean Johnson." Here it is.
"1624 Meadows Place."

A hundred-to-one shot,
and for him, it works.

This is a recording.

You have reached
a discontinued number.

Please be sure you are calling
the right number

and are dialing correctly.

Okay, so it was
a hundred-and-one
to one.

Yoo-hoo!
Yoo-hoo!

Hello.

Tom! You've come back
to visit.

How nice!

May I come in?

Mm-Hmm.

No, you're not Tom.

How silly of me.

Anthony?

No, I'm sorry.

Oh, well, it'll come to me.

Come in. Come in.

Come in. Come in.

You're Mrs. Johnson?

Missus?
Heavens, no!

I've had too many children

to take time out
to get married.

Oh, dear!

Well, you know
what I mean.

All the boys
I've raised.

You're not Martin,
are you?

No, no, I'm not one of
your boys, Miss Johnson.

My name is Mannix.

Mannix?

No, that doesn't
ring any bells.

Come in.
Sit down.

You'll have to excuse
the way the place looks.

I don't have time
to keep things in shape

the way I should.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Uh, this was an orphanage?

Orphanage?

No, a school, Mr....

Mannix.

How long have
you lived here?

Made the down payment in 1929.

Got my first boarding student
that same September.

If you're not one of my boys,
why did you come here?

To collect a bill?

Oh, no, no.

Good.

My telephone's
been disconnected,

but we got along
without modern inventions

like that when I was a girl.

It's no great hardship
now the school's closed.

When did it close?

1950.
Hmm.

No, 1953.

Maybe '54.

The Board made a lot of trouble
about my age.

Politics.

Brought in troops
of fire inspectors.

Well, I suppose
there've been

a lot of boys through
here in that time.

Oh, indeed, yes, indeed.

Miss Johnson, would you still
have a list of the names?

Oh, yes, I've got all my records
stored up in the attic.

Or maybe it's the basement.

But, but I remember them.

I remember every one.

Pete Neal?

Pardon?

Uh, was there a-a
Pete Neal here?

Neal?

No.

Many of my boys have become
quite famous, you know.

Every once in a while,

one of them drops by
to visit.

You appreciate
when someone remembers you.

Cast your bread
upon the waters, you know?

Um, Pete Neal
would be about 35.

He was probably in school
about 20 years ago.

I would say sometime
between 1945, '48.

There was never a Neal
in my school.

You sure?

There's absolutely nothing
wrong with my memory, Mr....

Somebody may want a cup
of coffee, Albie.

Do you know how many cups
of coffee I've had

these past two days trying
to stay awake on the job?

Put it on
the expense account.

Now, what about Devereux?

He's an accountant
for Harry Wallachs,

only he makes payoffs
for Harry,

Pickups, schleps like I do.

Only he ain't no partner,
either.

Now, those vacations in Europe--

they're covers
to stash away money.

Now, I figure
that quarter million...

Skim money from one
of the casinos.

You knew that.

You ought to check with me.

We're duplicating.

Mannix.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Devereux.

Frank's home,
but he's packing.

He said he's got to get away--
out of the country.

Where are you?

I'm at home.

If he knew I was calling you,
he might even...

I don't know what to do.

Um, you stay right there, hmm?

Joe!

The least you could do

is tell me what's going on
when I'm here.

He's upstairs.

You'd better
go on up alone.

If he thought...

You stay here.

Anything I
should know?

Just a guess, Lieutenant,

but it could be
the whole ball game.

Well, let's hear it.

I don't think
he shot himself.

Keep guessing, Doc.

The powder burns were
inconsistent with suicide.

I'd say the
gun was fired

at about two feet
from his temple.

Suicides don't usually
make it that difficult

for themselves,
if not impossible.

Just a guess,
gentlemen.

Don't hold
me to it.

Let me know.

You know, if he's right,
whoever was firing at me

had already
killed Devereux

and wanted me on the scene
when he was found.

Why?

Well, Lieutenant,
if I was a man

with a suspicious nature,
I'd begin to think

somebody wanted me tied
into all of this.

I was there
when Pete Neal was killed

and when Devereux
turned up dead.

Like, maybe I,
uh, shot him

with his own gun
before I called you.

And all that beautiful
money still missing.

See, even you're beginning
to have your doubts.

Coming, Kramer?

Uh, Mrs. Devereux,

I still think there's a chance
you could help us

find the man
who killed your husband.

How?

Well, uh...

I'd like you to go over
and over it in your mind.

Every detail of, uh, every day
for the past few weeks.

Try and remember anybody
he might have mentioned,

any name, anybody he
might have talked to

on the telephone.

Anything at all,

no matter how unimportant
it may seem.

I'll try, Mr. Mannix.

I don't think
I can help you, but...

I'll sure try.

Albie?

I've been thinking
about it all night.

I got it figured
for Harry Wallachs.

There was skim money

Devereux was supposed to deposit
in a Swiss bank.

Wallachs found out
Devereux and Neal

were going to
double-cross him,

and he moved to
get it back.

Wallachs rented the car,
painted it

and had one of his goons
kill Neal.

Yeah, and he killed Devereux
for revenge.

Yeah, it all makes
good sense, Albie,

but it's just a little too pat.

What was Neal's background?

I did all that, remember?

Well, I remember that at age 15
he was sent to Prescott

by the Youth Authority
as incorrigible.

At 15, a man is whatever
he's going to be.

Now, what did he
do before that?

Where did he start?

That's all
there was, Joe.

Albie, the man
didn't hatch

out of an egg at
age 15-- dig.

Joe, he's dead,
what's the use...

Albie, you find out
what he did,

who he knew
when he was a kid,

and you may find out
who killed him

and who's got the money.

Well, I thought we decided
Wallachs got the money.

Mr. Mannix's office.

M-Mannix.

Oh, Mrs. Devereux.

I've been thinking over
what you said, Mr. Mannix,

and it came to me
a little while ago.

I know who killed my husband
and Pete Neal.

No, no, don't come here.

They might be watching.

I'll meet you.

Where?

All right, uh...
about 15 minutes?

Oh, and make sure
no one's following you.

You keep thinking, Albie.

Okay, I got no
questions anyway.

I don't even want to know.

Albie called.

He said he had
something on Pete Neal,

but it wasn't too important,
so he's still digging.

Uh, Peggy, uh,
call the garage.

My car needs
fixing again.

What happened?

Well, my, uh, pretty client
set me up for an ambush.

Mrs. Devereux?

Mrs. Devereux.

Hey, you've got a kid
waiting at home.

Good night, Peggy.

Hello, Mannix.

Harry...

a little off your beat,
aren't you?

I move around a lot.

Yeah, I remember that about you.

Except when it
comes to money.

Then I stand
very still.

I notice a lot of people
are getting that way.

You, uh...

you left a piece of your
equipment in my office.

I thought you might
need it again.

Thanks.

Here-- a drink?

Where is it, Mannix?

The money?

Come off it, Harry.

That was a pretty good cover
you figured out.

You come to me
so I don't suspect you.

Then you leave
a little bug behind

to find out what I'm up to.

Where would I get the money?

Well, you were there
when it disappeared.

You were there
when Neal was killed.

And Devereux.

They can't talk,
but you can.

Oh, I don't blame you, Mannix.

I'm not even mad at you.

I just want the money back.

Now, you may not believe this,
Wallachs, but, um,

Gloria Devereux just set me up
for an ambush.

We're wasting time, Mannix.

Could I trouble you to open
your jacket very slowly, please?

Only for an old friend.

You have an excellent
memory, Mannix.

You don't need
a reminder, do you?

I told you.

I don't know
where the money is.

He needs a reminder.

That's a pretty good likeness.

Your secretary's kid draw this?

That's right.

Well, I'm gonna leave you now

before we ruin
our friendship.

You have until
6:00 tomorrow

to get that money
back to me.

It'd be a shame

if something happened to a kid
with such talent.

Wallachs!

Now, you can use muscle on me.

That's one thing.

You touch that kid...

that will be another.

Very protective, Mannix.

That's exactly how I feel
about my money.

Well, what are you looking for?

Oh, Joe, it's none of my
business, but you look awful.

You can't keep drinking
and staying up nights

without it getting to you.

I'm no health
fanatic, but...
Albie...

Peggy says you got something
on Pete Neal.

Just a name change.

The record's blank,
but I'm still digging.

What name change?

Joe, you got to get
hold of yourself.

Joe...
Albie, what name change?

Pete Neal's real name
was Peer Nielson.

That's Swedish or
Danish or something.

Peer Nielson, huh?

Albie...

I love you.

Love can come later.

What's such a big deal
about a name change?

Lots of people
change their names.

I'll change my name.

Make me a partner.

Where now?

To try
for the jackpot again.

Well, I like
the blue one best.

Those birds
are jubilant,

although I suppose
the heavier fabric

would wear better.

Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.

Oh, oh!

You are the nice, young man
who's not a bill collector.

Welcome.

You brought me luck.

Uh, Miss Johnson?
Yes?

Uh, you're sure
this time, aren't you?

Yes.
An hour ago,
it was the yellow.

Well, I'm absolutely sure
now for the present.

Tell everyone
we'll start working

early tomorrow morning.

All right, men.

That's all
until tomorrow morning.

I'm so sorry.

There, uh, seems to be

a great deal of
activity going on.

Oh, my, yes!

Oh, hello, Mrs. Devereux.

Where are you going?

Wh-Who are you?

Well, I'm sorry
about your husband.

I was his employer.

Oh, you're, uh...
you're Mr. Wallachs.

Poor Frank used to worry
about you a lot.

He had a lot
to worry about.

Uh, well, uh...

what do you want?

People have a
ridiculous idea

of my methods,
Mrs. Devereux.

I'm a businessman.

No emotion, no anger.

I've suffered a
financial reversal.

I simply want to make good
the loss, that's all.

But what can I do
to help that?

Despite our recent
differences,

I'd like to take care
of Frank's funeral.

We had a fine association
for many years.

Where is the money,
Mrs. Devereux?

Well, uh,
what money?

Well, I-I don't know
anything about that.

I...

I really want to know.

Well... well...

Frank never told me anything

about money or...
or anything.

I, I was just something
he owned.

That's the truth, Mr. Wallachs.

Yes, you're the perfect
dumb blonde, Mrs. Devereux.

Meaning, of course,
you're not dumb.

I think Mannix
had it straight.

You tell me if I'm wrong, hmm?

I'll... I'll just tell you
anything I can.

You set Mannix up as your alibi.

He sees Pete Neal killed
and the money stolen.

Now, he's honest, so
he tells me about it.

I'm not so honest,
so I don't believe him.

But you've really got it made
when poor Frank finds himself

on the wrong end
of a double-cross

and turns up dead,
with Mannix again on the scene.

Now, if Mannix
just turns up dead,

little Mrs. Devereux is free
as a bird, a rich bird.

That's not true, Mr. Wallachs.

That's not true!

Excuse me,
Mrs. Devereux, but...

Th...

Uh...

Th-There's, there's a...
a school...

run by an old woman,

a Mrs. Johnson.

Johnson School.

It's on Meadows Place.

You'll... you'll find
the money there.

All of it.

Oh, uh, better
have your lock fixed.

Do you remember a student
named Peer Nielson?

Are you a friend
of Peer's?

Have you seen him lately?

Yes. He's one of the
ones who came back.

I'm not blaming
the others.

Life's an evolving process,
and you have to go on.

Still, it's nice
to be remembered.

Well, I'd like to hear about
all your students, Miss Johnson,

but, uh, I'm interested
in Peer Nielson.

When did you see him last?

Why, yesterday.

Are you sure?

That's why I was in such a hurry
about the painting.

Whenever he stayed here,

he'd sleep
in his old dormitory bed,

and he was forever complaining
about the wallpaper peeling

and... well, it was unsightly.

But the house is firm as a rock.

Your change of fortune, did Peer
have anything to do with that?

Oh, no!

You brought it about,
asking all those questions

about boys who'd gone
here to school.

Well, there have
been quite a lot of them,

so I went down
to look at my record,

and I found the money.

I don't even remember
when I put it away.

I guess maybe I have
been getting senile,

living here alone
with nothing to do.

But that's all changed now.

I feel like a young girl again.

I don't mean to pry,
Miss Johnson,

but do you have any idea
how much money you saved?

I didn't count it,

but it must be quite a lot,
'cause I was always very frugal.

This money you found...

I wonder if I could see it.

Well...

I guess it's all right.

You have an honest face.

Come with me.

Oh, I hope
you're in shape.

It's quite a
climb back up.

Well, I'll do my best to
keep up with you, Miss Johnson.

Yeah! Yes, h-here
are our records.

They, they, they
go back to 1929!

Imagine anybody
opening a school

right at the beginning
of the Depression.

Miss Johnson, the money?

Well, I, I was just explaining
how it all came about.

It's right over here.

Yeah. Here it is.

You-you know,

it was a foolish
thing to forget,

but I'm really
glad I did

because if I'd had the money,
I'd probably have spent it.

And this way, it
comes just like a...

Well, it's a windfall.

You know, we always used to
take a group photo every year.

Now, I don't remember
where those pictures are,

but they'd be
interesting to see.

I'll, uh, I'll get one for you.

You'd probably like to see it.

Now, let me see.

Uh... yeah!

Miss Johnson,
do you have any idea

how much money is in this case?

I do.

More company.

How do you do?

Are-are you friends
of Mr. Mannix?

Yes, ma'am.
We're very close.

Oh, good.

I'll put the kettle on.

Tea won't take a minute.

And we'll have
some cookies.

English cookies.

Biscuits, they call them.

I won't be a moment.

I'll take it now, Mannix.

Bring it up.

You were in this
with Gloria Devereux?

We almost made it.

Where is she?

Cops should have her about now.

What do you mean?

She's to meet me...

at the airport.

I called them.

You weren't going to
share this with anyone.

Nobody... ever shared with me.

What was all that noise?

Peer!

Is he...?

I'm sorry, Miss Johnson,

Gloria Devereux was driving
the car that night.

Neal pretended to take a bullet,

then jumped in the car
and started shooting.

Want to come by the station and
help straighten this out, Joe?

Yeah, I'll, I'll be down
in a few minutes, huh?
Okay.

Miss Johnson...

What a tragic thing.

What I've tried to
do with my school,

with my life, is to
teach boys the right path

so they wouldn't
end that way.

If Peer is the only student
who went wrong, Miss Johnson,

I'd say you have
a pretty good average.

Now, you can start
all over again.

You're right.

I'd be very ungrateful to look
on the gloomy side of things,

now that I've been
given another chance.

With young teachers
to help me...

But I'd forgotten,
that's all over, finished.

Why's that?

I haven't any right
to the money.

And I've given so much
of it in advance

to the contractors
and painters.

Mr. Mannix, how will
I get it back?

Miss Johnson, the
courts will decide

what's to become
of that money.

But I'd guess that you've got
as much right to it as anyone.

After all, possession
does count a lot,

and it's skim.

It doesn't really
belong to anyone,

except for taxes,
of course.

Joe, been
looking everywhere.

Finally traced you here.

The police picked up
Gloria Devereux.
They did?

Don't you understand?
If they can get her to talk,

we might get a lead
on who killed Devereux.

They already know.

They do?

Yeah, Peer Nielson.
Alias Pete Neal.

He came home.

The police just left.

Why do I always have to find
out about things secondhand?

I feel like a kid
in short pants.

Are you one of
my boys, too?

Oh, no, ma'am. Albie
went to public school.

But I'm sure he'd like
one of your cookies.

She has wonderful
cookies, Albie.

Oh, uh,
Miss Johnson...

good luck.

Good-bye.

You know what boys like?

We'll have some tea
with our cookies.

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Well... it's something.