All language subtitles for Mannix S02E14 A Pittance of Faith

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How old was she, Scott?

20, 21.

"20, 21"?

"Pray for me."

Okay, Gina.

We're praying.

Hello.

I am Mario Carvello.

How do you do?
How do you do?

I am executive secretary

of the San Bonaventura
Neighborhood Association.

Yes, sir?

Please, we are in very great
trouble, so we need help.

Gina Lardelli, you understand?

"Gina Lardelli"?

It is not true, what they say.

How could it be?

So we have decided,
Mr. Mannix.

The expense is not considered.

Naturally not.

No.

No, I see you do not know.

You have not read about

Gina Lardelli.

Here.

"Missing gambler...
Frankie Martel."

No, no.

Oh, Gina Lardelli.

The police refuse to find
the one who has killed her.

But it says here
that she committed suicide.

No. No, she did not.

She was murdered.

Can you prove
that she was murdered?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Absolutely.

I'll call Mr. Mannix.

He's just across
the Paseo.

You know, Joe,
I agree with Albie absolutely.

He's not only intelligent,
industrious,

talented and circumspect,

but from the day
the man was born,

he was destined
to become your partner.

Thanks for your
help, Bobby,

if that's what it is.

Inevitable.

Fight it no longer, Joe.

It's bigger than either of you.

Bobby, thanks a lot.

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Hi, all.

Hi, Peggy.

Um, that man
sitting over there,

gray-haired, looking
a little lost...

And you believe?

I believe.

Peggy, Lieutenant Kramer

doesn't make
mistakes like that.

But he has proof.

Okay. Okay.

Well, there you are, Albie.

That ought to wind up
that insurance case.

Shouldn't take you
over 20 minutes.

What am I, an errand boy?

Now, if we were partners,
I'd offer.

Take care of that,
and we'll talk about it.

Mister, um...

Professor Carvello.

How do you do?
Please, sit down.

It's a very
great honor, sir.

Thank you, Professor.

As I told Peggy
on the phone,

I'm delighted to talk to you,
but, uh...

I don't think
I can be of any help.

I know Lieutenant
Kramer too well

to think he'd overlook...
Mr. Mannix,

Gina Lardelli was murdered.

You know?

We know for positive.

And we are willing to pay
to prove it to the police.

"We"?

21 friends of Gina.

The Association.

Professor, you're Catholic?

Yes.

And the other members
of the association,

and her family, Gina herself,

are all Catholics?
Yes.

And the sin of suicide
would deny Gina

the right to be buried
in consecrated ground.

Is that right?

Yes, Mr. Mannix.

An eternal punishment
for something she did not do.

Please, Mr. Mannix,

we want Gina

to be laid to rest
in hallowed ground

where she belongs.

You said you had proof
that she was murdered.

She was a very religious girl.

No matter how far she strayed
from her beginnings,

she would never,
never take her own life.

Go on, Professor.

That's all.

That's your proof?

Yes.

No.

No, there is more.

The 21 friends of Gina Lardelli.

A list of names

and the offerings
they have made.

Pittances mostly,

because they are
mostly poor.

But they are my proof,

those 21 pittances of faith.

Professor, you're asking me
to take a case

the police have closed,
based strictly on your faith?

Yes, Mr. Mannix.

And it shall move mountains.

Peggy, uh...

call Lieutenant Kramer.

Ask him if I can take a look
at that Lardelli file, huh?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mannix, I...

Thank you.

Thank you very much, my friend.

KLOJ-TV, Mr. Mannix.

Are you here
investigating

the Frankie Martel
disappearance?

No, I'm just
an old fishing buddy

of Lieutenant Kramer's.

Mrs. Martel didn't hire you
to help find Frankie?

I'm not sure
I'd accept the case.

I've never been one
of Martel's big fans.

Excuse me, huh?

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, George.
Hi.

Think you'll find
Martel down there?

Well, he's got
to be somewhere.

Night watchman saw a car
stop about 2:00 a.m.

No headlights,
saw two guys drop

what might have
been a body.

Could be Martel.

It's worth a try.

And what's this
about the Lardelli girl?

Something I missed?

Oh, I doubt it.

But you know clients,

they sometimes
have a whim of iron.

What's the client after?

Murder.

Won't wash.

Yeah, probably not.

What about that
boyfriend, Larry Scott?

Didn't you see the file?
Yeah, but a lot of hints.

He still remains
a shadow.

That's his bag.
He's a friendship man.

Contacts, go-between.

Anywhere the action is
from Royal Milliken on down.

He made enough to keep Gina
in furs and jewelry, though.

Well, they had a fight
last night,

so the file says.

I've got Albie running
a check on Scott.

That won't wash either.

Yeah? Why?

The alibi's too solid.

Two prominent
citizens swear

he was at a party
at Milliken's.

Maybe they shouldn't have been
at such a party themselves,

but they wouldn't lie,
in a murder deal.

Well, you wouldn't mind
if I kind of, uh,

backtracked on some
of your ground?

Go ahead.

The girl's apartment,
the janitor there...

The girl's old man,
her sister...

Another dish,
but, uh, a quiet kid.

Older or younger?

Older.
By four-and-a-half hours.

Hey, we've got
something here.

Take it up.

It's Frankie
all right.

Looks like this was
one bet he couldn't fix.

Gina Lardelli.

21, beautiful.

Dead.

Why?

And if not by her own hand,
by whose?

That's right, Joe.

Go through the motions.

But you know
what you're going to find.

Nothing.

Lieutenant's
a very thorough man.

The case is closed.

There are no clues.

And the 21 friends
of Gina Lardelli

have put you in a deep hole.

And yet, there is something.

Somewhere along the line,
your mind went click.

It's still there,
clicking away.

You can still smell
her perfume in the air.

Right there, where
you're standing,

she must have stood
there, looking out,

seeing the dark sky.

Then she walked
to the railing.

Beautiful girl like
that-- it's terrible.

Nice girl, too.

Always treated you human.

You know,
"Good morning, Harry."

"Good evening, Harry."

Not like some
of those other characters.

Not like that
Larry Scott character,

like you weren't human.

I-I used to bring her things
whenever she wanted them.

Didn't matter
what time it is.

You know, sandwiches
and things.

She never made me feel
like an errand boy.

Always treated me...
human, you know?

Sure, Harry. Now, uh, if you
don't mind, I'd kind of like...

Okay, Mr. Mannix.

You won't forget...
about the light?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Gina, I believe.

Like Professor Carvello
and the friendly 21,

I believe.

Against the whole documented
police case.

Why?

Ah, boy, Mannix,
you're going nuts!

Hold it right there!

You're a pretty
touchy character, Scott.

Who are you?

The name
is Mannix.

Oh.

The snooper, huh?
Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Snooping.

For what?

Evidence.

Evidence of what?

Murder.

You're off your rocker.

That's just what I was telling
myself when you came in.

You might talk to the police.

They say it was suicide.

Did you tell them
about your little piggy bank?

Why should I?

It's my money.

I left it here with Gina
for reasons of my own.

Getaway money?

Come off it.

Let's have the gun.

Let's have the permit.

Maybe Gina didn't want
to give your money back.

Maybe that's why
the two of you had
that little fight.

The money had nothing
to do with it.

She's...

She was an extremely
jealous kid.

Was she?

She blew up at the party
and ran out.

That's Royal Milliken's
party, huh?

Right.

You're a real bright
investigator.

The next thing I knew,
I was dragged down here

in a squad car, and...
she stopped running.

She didn't jump, Scott.

She was pushed or thrown.

The gun?

Souvenir.

Look, Mannix,
be tough. Fine.

But I've heard
you're not a bad guy, so listen.

The police closed
their book on this.

Take my advice.

Close yours, or someone
might close it for you.

....ending the search for the
missing Frankie Martel,

who finally hit the biggest
jackpot of his life.

But little did he realize,

the payoff would be made
at the bottom of the surf,

thus ending another underworld
argument the usual way--

not by debate or discussion,
but by violent death.

Just caught your act on TV.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, why the getup?

An example of the
kind of ingenuity

I come up with
all the time.
For instance,

why wouldn't Larry Scott's TV
be due for an overhaul?

Good thinking.

Sure. Good enough
to do the brain work,

but not for a partnership.

Look, I'll settle
for a separate sign.

Albie....

All right.
Okay, okay.

From Scott's apartment...
comes what do you think?

Alphabet soup.

You know, Albie,
sometimes I've got to admit...

Sheer brilliance, huh?
Sheer.

Now why does a guy cut out
letters from a newspaper?

Blackmail. Nothing else.

That's why Larry Scott
is such a nervous character.

Now, if he didn't kill her
himself, maybe he knows who did.

Look, Albie, why don't you
get a copy of that edition,

cut out those
missing letters, huh?

See what
you can make of them, Albie.

Mr. Lardelli?

Yes.

My name is Mannix.

I'm a friend
of Professor Carvello's.

May I come in?

I'm a, uh, private investigator,
Mr. Lardelli.

It's about
your daughter, Gina.

Professor thought
I might be of some help.

What help?

Gina is dead.

I know nothing
can bring her back

to life again, Mr. Lardelli,

but the professor
would like to see

that she has the resting place
you'd like for her,

in consecrated ground.

Carvello is a fool.

How...

How does he do this?

If we could prove
she didn't commit suicide,

that she was murdered...

How does he do this?

Well, the San Bonaventura
Neighborhood Association

has hired me.

Ah, they are all fools!

Mr. Lardelli, they have faith.

Why do you come here?

Everybody comes here!

Police, newspapers, neighbors.

Carvello! You!

Why do you interfere?

I'm, uh, sorry.

Gina is dead!

Leave her alone!

Do you think
she took her own life?

The police are there.

They know.

That is their work.

They come and tell me.

They... they take me
to that place

where they keep them--
the...

Morgue.

The... the morgue.

She's broken,

all broken.

Yes, I saw.

The police know.

They tell me.

They know what kind
of girl she was.

When she was not even 17,

she have silk underwear.

I find it.

I beat.

What good?

Her mama is dead.

How can I watch her
when I'm away at work?

All girls like silk things,
Mr. Lardelli.

No.

When they were little,
they were so good.

Gina and Maria.

Two little dolls.

Their mama take
such good care of them...

keep them so clean,
dress them so nice.

People would stop on the street

and smile to see two such alike.

So beautiful.

I feel so good and warm.

I know my place on Earth.

How does this happen?

Please.

Please, we want
to be left alone.

I, uh, I understand,
Mr. Lardelli,

but I would like to see Maria,
if just for a few moments.

Maria does not see anyone.

She is half-dead.

She is broken, too.

Maria.

No.

It's all right, Papa.

Thank you, Maria.

I'm afraid I'm
going to have

to ask you some
awkward questions.

I don't mind.

You loved your sister very much?

Yes.

Did you approve of the
way she was living?

No.

I was sorry for her.

Did you ever go
to see your sister?

Yes.

Did she
confide in you?

Sometimes.

She ever talk about
a, uh, Larry Scott?

Yes.

No more questions.

She was unhappy...
terribly unhappy.

There was a streak
in her.

I don't know
how to say it.

Impulsiveness.

She'd act first,
do something dramatic,

something that would
even frighten herself.

Then later
she'd be sorry.

I remember
when we were little...

Go ahead.

No.

It's not important.

Maria, do you
think she, Gina,

took her
own life?

At first, no,
I didn't think so--

it was against everything
we'd been taught--

but the police are so sure.

Are you sure?

If we could be so different
about life,

maybe we could also be different
about death.

Well, thanks, Maria.

Mr. Lardelli.

I've got a feeling Royal
Milliken paid for this fracas.

Let's go give him his
money's worth, huh?

Where is he now?

You can't
come in here.

What is this?!

Now, don't you ever
try that again.

Don't you ever send any
muscle after me, Milliken.

If you got the guts to move
without a gunsel behind you,

you come yourself.

Mannix, wait a minute,
look, you've got the--

Mannix,
you'll regret this!

No, I'm going to make
a big, happy picture

in my memory book.

Look, maybe
we can talk this over.

I'll do my talking in 17 hours,
Milliken.

I know most of it now.

All I need is a few bridges
to prove it out.

I'll know everything that went
on at that party of yours,

including the people
who were there

that keep popping
up in the news,

people like Larry Scott
and his girlfriend Gina

and the rest of them.

Now is a good time for you
to start running, Milliken,

if you figure
it that way.

You can talk to that
battery of lawyers

you provided
with a fat life.

Now, I'm making
a present

of the next 17 hours
to you, Milliken.

I want you to
think about it.

I want you
to sweat.

Most of all, I want you to know
who's doing it to you, Milliken.

Lieutenant Kramer?

Yes.

Got Mannix for you, sir.

Hello.

Kramer?

Looks like your client
may have been right

about the Lardelli case
after all, Joe.

What's up?

Someone put three slugs
into Larry Scott.

Left him for dead
up on Mulholland.

Can he talk?

He's in surgery.

They don't give him
much of a chance.

I got a feeling he was shaking
down whoever killed Gina.

We can't let him take
the answer with him.

Always a chance if we're lucky.

Meet you there.

St. Johns.

Right.

He doesn't have
much time.

Who did it, Larry?

Who shot you?

Kramer... do you mind?

Larry... this
is Mannix.

Who killed her?

Who killed
Gina, Larry?

Gina?

That's right.
Who?

Frankie... Martel.

Frankie Martel.

That's impossible.

Thanks.

Yeah, he was in the water
hours before Gina died.

Maybe Scott was
trying to tell us

there was some connection
between those two deaths.

Could be.

Did Gina know Martel?

We'll check.

My guess is, they moved
in different circles, though.

A girl like Gina could move
in all kinds of circles.

Uh, Frankie Martel wasn't at
that Milliken party, was he?

Not that we know of.

But they would have known
each other, wouldn't they?

Uh, Martel and Milliken?

No question.
Why?

Well, Gina and Scott were
at the Milliken party.

They're dead.

If we could place
Frankie Martel there,

the question might be: What
happened at that party?

It's got to be here somewhere.

Not necessarily who killed Gina,
but why she was killed.

Well, you said
because of Frankie Martel.

But we can't
prove it.

Mr. Mannix's
office.

Oh, yes,
Professor.

Just a moment.

Carvello?

Has news, wants to know if
you can go down to see him.

Well, can't he come here?

Professor, can
you come here?

There's some people
he wants you to see

in the basement
of the school.

Okay.

He'll be
right down.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry
not to come to you.

That's all right,
Professor.

I, uh, don't like to
trouble you on a Sunday.

Paid-up clients can talk to me
any day of the week.

Please.

My friends.

I want to have them
with me

when we discuss
this matter.

How do you do?

This is a most unpleasant
task, Mr. Mannix.

Oh?

The point is...

we are no longer your clients.

I must say this is
the first time I've been fired

by 21 people at the same time.

Must be a
pretty good reason.

Of course.

Mind if
I hear it?

We think of Gina as she was,

as if she did not
grow up at all.

We think of Gina
as too strong in her faith

to take her own life.

But...

we realize better now.

How do you know better now?

Her papa

convince us.

That's not good enough,
Professor.

We do not argue.

What happened to your faith?

I have explained.

A man's faith
can be shaken

by the truth.

All 21 friends?

Yes.

Ever see such amateur liars?

One missing piece--

it's got to be there
somewhere-- the link.

How was Carvello
gotten to?

How was he frightened
that badly?

Maybe he found out
who killed her.

That occurred to me.

Someone down there,
maybe one of the 21.

Maybe even
closer to home.

Hey, Bach.

Who?

Johann Sebastian Bach.

Oh... oh.

You know
what a private eye

Johann Sebastian
would have made, Joe?

Murder.

You say it has
its own set of rules.

Precise.

Absolute.

Like a piece
of music.

Let's say a fugue.

You see, Bach starts
with a given theme.

Dum-dum-dum-dum-
dum-dum-dum.

♪ Gina Lardelli is dead. ♪

Then he takes that theme

and he writes variations on it.

♪ ♪

What are your variations?

Infinite.

Watery grave
of Frankie Martel.

Larry Scott
who was killed

because the other two
variations,

Gina and Frankie,
were connected,

because they were a part
of the original theme.

Pure Bach.

Variations one and two.

What you need now, man,

is the conclusion to bring
the thing full circle.

Wait a minute, Bobby.

Take a look.

Why, he's got
his hands crossed.

So what?

Well, that's it.

The sisters.

The Lardelli sisters.

They changed places.

The wrong girl was killed!

And Gina is still alive!

I felt it in the Lardelli
apartment--

but it got away from me
before I could grab it.

Ah, Gina.

What a performance.

Not too overdone.

No hysteria
and not too noble.

Just critical enough of her
dead sister to make it real.

The modest blouse,

hairdo, shy.

Oh, boy, she really played it
to the hilt and had me fooled.

Except for one thing:
brightwork.

Jewelry?

No jewelry, Peggy!

The girl who fell out that
window wore no jewelry at all.

She just got back
from a fancy party.

Gina wouldn't be caught dead
without her jewelry.

Well, if you're right, if
somebody wanted to kill Gina--

they still do
and she's still in danger.

And if we could figure it out,
so could whoever.

Thanks, Bobby.
Let's go, Albie.

Mr. Lardelli, I'd like
to talk to your daughter.

But she is gone.

Gone where?

To the airport.

To my sister's in San Francisco.

But you know that.

How would I know?

After she left,
your man came here,

and he said that you know

and they know she is Gina--
and he came to take her away

because you want
to protect her.

Did you tell him
where she'd gone?

To the airport.

It must have been
Milliken's muscle--

that Charley Sloan,
the one who tried me.

Did I do wrong?

It's all right,
Mr. Lardelli.

Albie, get Kramer on the phone,
tell him all about Gina.

Tell him meet me
at the airport.

Flight 254 to San Francisco
Airport and Seattle

now boarding at Gate 9.

Attention, all passengers.

Flight 254 to San Francisco
Airport and Seattle

now boarding at Gate 9.

Flight 23 from Tulsa
now arriving at Gate 1.

Flight 23 from Tulsa

now arriving at Gate 1.

Flight 19...

departing on schedule
at Gate 4.

Flight 19...
departing on schedule

at Gate 4.

Scream and you've had it!

At the top, go to
the down escalator.

final call.

Flight 254 to San Francisco
Airport and Seattle

departing at Gate 9.

Flight 254, final call.

Boarding at Gate 1.

It was Royal Milliken,
wasn't it?

Yes.

I saw him kill Frankie Martel.

Would you testify to that?

Yes.

Pick up, Milliken.

Tell him the whole thing,
Gina.

It was at Milliken's party.

Larry and I, we, we had a fight.

I went to look for my coat.

I went in the wrong room.

Milliken was there with a gun.

He fired it.

And Frankie Martel fell back.

He must have come in
some other way--

he wasn't at
the party.

I-I ran.

I... I was too scared
to go home.

I went to a motel.

Then I remembered

Maria was coming to spend
the night with me.

I went to my apartment.

And I got there...

there-there was
a crowd around.

Police cars...

an ambulance.

So then you, uh,

went to your father's apartment?

Yes.

And became Maria?

Yes.

Oh, Papa.

Oh...

Papa!

Shh-shh.

Enough.

Enough.

Maria understands

and forgives.

And it shall move
mountains.

What?

Faith, Kramer.

A pittance of faith.