All language subtitles for Mannix S03E07 A Sleep in the Deep

Come on, boy.

What's bothering you?

What is it?

What do you see?

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It was right there.

I heard the police sirens,

watched the crowd gather

without knowing
what was wrong or who it was.

Everyone keeps saying
it was an accident.

Everyone but you?

Well, they say Roger
misjudged his position,

surfaced in the
wrong place,

hit his head under
the pier and drowned.

What do you
think happened?

I don't know.

And that's why I called
you, Mr. Mannix.

Roger was a
wonderful waterman.

Look.

Swimming, water polo, surfing.

Roger couldn't have made
a mistake like that.

I think he was murdered.

Why?

I don't know.

Was he working on a case--
anything that would...

No.

Roger hadn't practiced
law for years.

But he was in the middle
of some sort of business deal

with Andre Korvak.

Korvak?

He's here in
California?

Yes.

That's his boat
at the end of the dock.

The Stella Polaris.

They worked on board
all last night,

trying to settle the deal.

Please help me, Mr. Mannix.

Ellie, I am--

I'm sorry, I didn't know
that you had company.

Oh, this is Tommy Hewitt,
a neighbor.

Mr. Mannix is
a private detective.

Oh?
Mr. Hewitt,

you live here at
the marina?

One of the back apartments--
Bachelor Row.

Why a private detective?

I'm an attorney.
You could've come to me.

Mrs. Barton thinks
her husband was murdered.

Murdered?

What is your professional
opinion, Mr. Hewitt?

I'm surprised.

Mrs. Barton
is upset.

I think
she's wrong.

It was an accident.

Mr. Barton was a champion
swimmer.

There's a man in the Palisades
that climbed Mount Everest.

Last week, going upstairs
to his bedroom he tripped,

broke his leg.

Meaning that even
a champion swimmer

can have an accident.

Meaning that no one
is totally safe.

I'll remember that.

I'll, uh, get back
to you, Mrs. Barton.

If you're here for the cocktail
party, you're early.

I'm a gate-crasher.

You're Carla Renate.

I saw you in...
The Lonely Street.

I liked your walk.

That picture was made in Italy
three years ago.

The Italian producers
are only interested in sex.

But in France,
I became an actress.

When did you become a sailor?

About six weeks ago.

Andre Korvak is very
interested in art.

I understand he's got
quite a collection.

Uh, where might I find him?

Oh, he's up there.

Getting in shape.

Est bien?

Au besoin I'on connait I'ami.

Je suis fatigué.

C'est tout.

Merci, Monsieur Korvak.

Well done.

A poor fisher boy doesn't
amass a shipping empire

by being 100% gentleman.

Who are you?

My name is Mannix.

I'm a friend of Mrs.
Roger Barton?

Oh, poor woman.

I sympathize with her.

May I offer you
some champagne?

Yeah, thank you.

Un autre verre.

Your health,
Mr. Mannix.
Santé.

Now, how can I help you?

I'm a private investigator.

Mind if I ask you
a few questions?

Of course.

What kind of a business deal

were you and Roger Barton
involved in?

Business deal?

We were good friends.

We played cards.

Business? Never.

Barton told his wife

he was working on a deal
with you.

Uh, she said he was here on
your boat all of last night.

You are a man of the world,

I take it, Mr. Mannix.

When a married man stays out
all night,

his wife requires
some explanation.

Excuse me a moment.

Carla!

Per piacere momento.

Yes, Andre?

Carla, who was
here last night?

Only Roger.

Roger Barton.

What happened?

You played gin,

and you lost $4,572.

You remember the exact amount?

Yes, I do 'cause
it was $72 more

than a charming little
bracelet I looked at yesterday.

What time did he, uh,
did he leave the boat?

About 11:00.

Perhaps a little after.

See, Andre is
very gullible.

He's too trusting
with people.

I sometimes suspected
Roger's honesty--

at cards, I mean.

What is your interest,
Mr. Mannix?

Mrs. Barton thinks
her husband was murdered.

It's understandable.

In her grief, she is looking
for some explanation

for her tragic loss.

Oh, more wine, Mr. Mannix?

Oh, no, no.

I think I've taken enough
of your time.

Oh, please.

This is my home for the summer.

Feel free to come aboard
anytime you wish.

I just may do that.

Cara mia...

borna de presna.

Joe!

Joe Mannix!

What the devil
are you doing here?

If the place is good
enough for an ex-cop,

it's good enough
for me.

Well, it sure looks like
it agrees with you, Dave.

Yep, lung
healed up fine.

Jogging, I wheeze
a little.

Otherwise, great.

There isn't much to keep
a man busy around here,

but you can't fault
the climate.
Yeah.

Well, Joe, what
can I do for you?

Tell me about
Roger Barton's death.

Nasty accident.

What if it wasn't--
an accident, I mean?

Can you think of anybody
who'd want him dead?

You can't think of anybody

somebody wouldn't want dead,
Joe.

What do you know
about Andre Korvak?

Oh, he's here
for the summer.

He's not a guy who gives you
a warm, friendly feeling,

but he's never
made any trouble.

Boat never even
leaves the dock.

What is it, Joe?

Uh, business slow?

Trying to drum
up some trade?

Fill me in
on Tommy Hewitt.

What about him?

Lawyer. Lives here.
Bachelors Row.

Nothing.

Except that, uh,

he's in love with
Barton's widow...

...and she thinks her husband
was murdered.

Joe, an ex-cop, you know,

that's like a firehorse.

If you've got something solid,
I'll break my neck to check it.

If you're just gonna make
trouble, I work for this marina.

It's my job to keep
things smooth.

Ellen Barton says
her husband was on

Korvak's boat last night,
working on a deal.

Last night?
That's impossible.

He couldn't
because...

Because why, Dave?

Look, Joe, drop it.

And don't look
at me like that.

I know, I owe you.

I didn't say a word.

Joe, you didn't save my
life to do me a favor.

You just happened to be after
the same gunman that night.

It could have been you trapped
in that alley.

Which is why I didn't
mention it.

Where was Roger Barton
last night, Dave?

Barbara Stoner.

Who's she?

Oh, some doll from the East.

So?

I'm an old cop turned out
to pasture.

It's a lush pasture, Joe.

I want to keep it that way.

What about Barbara Stoner?

Barton went to her apartment
around midnight.

They got an early breakfast
from room service.

You're still a great cop, Dave.

Excuse me, uh,
I've got a problem.

I need a drink and, uh,
I'm not a member
of the Yacht Club.

I'm only a guest member myself
for the summer,

so drink quickly.

You're very kind, Miss...?

Stoner. Barbara Stoner.

Joe Mannix.

I'll, uh,

have the same thing
Miss Stoner's drinking.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure that's
your only problem?

A drink?

Well, I'm really here
because of something

that happened yesterday.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm working for
Ellen Barton.

What a shame.

For a second there,
you really looked thirsty.

You see, she, uh, thinks
someone murdered her husband.

Ah, thank you.

She probably knows.

If anyone had a reason
to kill Rog, she had.

Because of you?

You see, living in a marina
is like living in a fishbowl.

People saw you together.

Mr. Mannix, a woman doesn't
take a man away from his wife.

He walks away.

But you did know
that he was married.

Yes, I knew
he was married.

I knew the problems.

But it happened.

I'm really very shocked.

But he's dead,
and I don't like questions.

My father doesn't know
about Rog and me.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Father.

This is Mr. Mannix.

How do you do?
Mr. Stoner.

Sit down.

I, uh, don't think
I've seen you

at the club before,
Mr. Mannix.

Oh, no, no, I, uh...

I just came in quite recently.

So did we.

Wonderful life, isn't it?

My plant's in Bedford,
Massachusetts.

I'd move out here
in a flash if it
weren't for that--

now that Barbara's
out of college.

You live here
at the marina?

No.

No, I'm just here
to look around myself.

Where did you say,
uh, you two met?

On the Howards' boat.

An unforgettable afternoon.

I don't know
where the time goes.

Barbara, it was great
seeing you again.

Uh, my pleasure,
Mr. Mannix.

Well, thank you.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Stoner.

Barbara.

Oh, Joe...

it was wonderful
seeing you again.

No question about drowning, Joe.

I talked
to the medical examiner.

Saltwater, both lungs.

The only mark is that bruise
in the left frontal area.

Hmm.
No skull fracture.

From which the M.E. concluded
Roger Barton drowned.

Right.

How do you
reconstruct it, Dave?

Well...

he was diving, ran out of air,

surfaced too fast, hit his head,

lost consciousness and drowned.

Got wedged between the pilings.

And the bruise is where he hit.

Sounds reasonable.

Which dock?

This one, directly in front
of his apartment.

Do you feel certain
it was an accident?

The police said accident.

The M.E. said accident.

Why should I swim
against the tide?

Is there any chance he could've
been killed out of water?

You're not still looking
for murder, are you, Joe?

Wait a minute, could the blow on
his head alone have killed him?

Yes, it's possible.

Use your phone?

But if he'd been killed
out of the water,

there wouldn't have
been water in his lungs.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, Peggy,

I want a quick rundown
on Tommy Hewitt.

He's an attorney for Potter
and Allison.

Right.

And then get me a rundown on a
Robert Stoner, Electronics.

Bedford, Massachusetts.

Oh, and his daughter, Barbara.

And then you can bring
the reports down here

to, uh, Dave Wright's
office.

Sea air may do you some good.

Right.

Might do me
some good, too.

It's a Traggert.

Foreign make.

The kids like it
because it's cheap.

If they happen to lose
one, it's no tragedy.

What if they lose it
in a man's back?

Dave!

Peg!

How are you?

Peg, it's good
to see you.

How've you been?
Just fine.

How's Toby?

Up to here in Little League.

He's a star first baseman.

His dad would have
been proud of him.

I think so, Dave.

Hey, this is
really living!

What did you find out,
Peggy?

Oh, about that lawyer.

"Thomas Clayton Hewitt,
graduated UCLA, top ten.

"Passed California
State Bar, 1967.

"Joined Potter
and Allison, 1967.

"West Coast Tennis Singles
Champion, 1969.

"Member of the Underwater
Archeological Team.

Holds record
in free dive..."

Nice going.

Tommy Hewitt's
apartment, please.

What did I say?

Oh, he went sailing?

Do you have any idea
when he'll be back?

Thanks.

Dave, um, I'm going to need
your master key.

What?!

Not a chance.

Dave, you remember a man
trapped in an alley?

Let's go.

Our lawyer won't get
points for neatness.
Mm.

Yeah, I think we'll
be safe for a while.

That could hurt
a little.

Do you think it had
your name on it?

No, it's the wrong brand.

It's made
in the U.S.A..

What'd you find out
about the Stoners?

Robert Stoner has an
electronics firm in Bedford,

as advertised.

What are you gonna do
about this Hewitt guy?

The Stoners, Peggy?

He's a subcontractor
on several defense programs.

Mainly environmental--
whatever that means.

Lives in Bedford, widower,
wife died in 1964.

One child, daughter
named Barbara.

Some child!

She goes to school
in Sands Point, Maine.

Wrong.

She's finished college.
She's here.

Finished college?

She's a baby.

She's only 15.

In about, uh,
60 seconds,

that young lady is gonna
receive a phone call.

How do you know?

Mr. Lincoln told me.

Absolutely.

Excuse me.

I have this problem.

Now, if you were gonna
recommend a place for dinner,

where would it be?

Amelio's, if you like
Italian food.

I do.

Do you? Will you?

I do.

I will.

I'm glad we had
this little chat.

Dinner's hours away.

How shall we make
the afternoon go?

Well, now, I'm gonna let
you make that decision.

Miss Stoner,
you have a phone call.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, uh, when the
young lady gets back,

would you tell her
I was called away
on an emergency?

I need prints
on that, Dave,

first thing
in the morning.

First thing
in the morning.

Joe, these things
take time.

We haven't got time.

Okay.

When did the Stoners
get here?

Uh, he got here
yesterday.

The daughter
came earlier.

I think it was
last Saturday.

You know, Dave,
when the marina hired you

they got a real bargain.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Mannix.

Come in.

Uh, can I get you something?

A drink?
No, no, thank you.

Mrs. Barton, uh,

I have something
to tell you

and there's no easy way
to do it.

Your, uh,
husband wasn't

on Korvak's boat
last night.

He was with a girl.

You mean Barbara Stoner?

You knew?

She was the last
in a long, long line.

Roger was a brilliant man with
lots of wonderful qualities,

but fidelity wasn't
one of them.

Hmm.

Do you have any idea

when this thing
with Barbara Stoner started?

Last Saturday.

The day she arrived?

She barely had time to check in.

Roger never wasted
an opportunity.

Hmm.

You sound
as though you, uh,

didn't like your husband
very much, Mrs. Barton.

I loved him once, but like?

No. Not really.

Then, uh,

why did you hire me?

It's in the rules.

He was my husband,

and I think I ought to
find out who killed him.

When did your husband
first mention the deal

with Andre Korvak?

Well, I told you,
he never discussed business.

I heard him make a few calls,

set up a meeting.

It was all very routine
until a few days ago.

Do you remember
what day that was?

Thursday.

He seemed suddenly very excited,

busier than I've ever
seen him before.

How do you mean, busy?

Oh, running
to the public library,

pacing around the apartment,
brooding.

What was he doing
at the library?

Getting these.

"Hyperbaric Pulmonary
Gas Exchange."

Was your husband that interested
in scientific subjects?

Well, he did some scuba diving,
but scientific, no.

I never knew Roger
to get serious

enough to study.

What about Tommy Hewitt?

Tommy?

You said your husband
didn't like him.

Why?

I don't remember saying that.

Anyway, what's that got to do
with what's happened?

Well, uh, I got the
distinct impression

that Mr. Hewitt is in love
with you.

Yes, he is.

Did your husband know that?

Roger had enough
to keep himself busy.

I'm not sure whether
he would have cared.

Anyway, I gave him
no reason.

Why did you ask about Tommy?

Well, he's also interested
in marine archeology.

Good morning,
Mr. Hewitt.

Still here, Mr. Mannix?

Hey, you're a
pretty good sailor.

Sailing's my
first love.

Oh, my mistake.

Uh, I thought Ellen Barton
was your first love.

Ellen said you were
a difficult guy.

She's not really serious about
Roger being murdered, is she?

Oh, she's serious.

I'm afraid she's closer to
hysteria than she realizes.

Sometimes the loss of a husband
can be upsetting.

As a lawyer would say,

she is now free
and unencumbered.

Mr. Mannix, we learn the,
uh, provocation tactic

in second-year
law school.

Get the witness
angry, off guard,

he might say something
you want to hear.

I'll now make three
voluntary statements:

Roger Barton was a louse;

I love Ellen Barton;

and I'm going to marry her.

The report on the girl's
fingerprints, Joe.

You wouldn't get
any quicker service

if you went
to the FBI.

Well, what do you know?

Big surprise, huh?

Big enough.

Dave, I'm really glad

I didn't let that hood kill you
seven years ago.

Thanks.

Oh, I'll need the master key
again.

Oh, it's you.

I got your
farewell message.

Oh, I'm sorry I had
to run out like that.

Could we have
our drink now?

I never get
stood up twice.

I'm going for a swim.

Sandra Markham.

Name mean anything
to you?

A cop.

And you have such a
nice face.

Hmm. Now, why don't you
tell this nice face

about your relationship
with "Daddy"

and with the late
Roger Barton?

I told you,
I'm going for a swim.

Easter Bazaar.

Oak Knoll, Long Island.

You were implicated
in a jewel theft.

What do you want?

Who hired you
to come here?

He did. Stoner.

Why?

To meet Roger Barton,
set up a relationship.

Why?
I don't know why!

That's the truth.

Stoner wanted him for a contact.

As a lead to Korvak?

I guess so.

The two of them spent
a great deal of time

on the boat together.

I don't know what the deal was.

Who killed Barton?

Killed him?

Everyone said
it was an accident.

Honest, I don't know
anything about that.

What was the deal
with Andre Korvak?

Whatever it was,
it's finished tonight.

Stoner and I are
to leave tonight

to get paid off.

He's already bought
my airline ticket.

He's not in.

Safer to say
he doesn't answer.

Joe, look.

He's getting ready
to leave.

Peggy, check the closet.

Nothing.

Hmm, movies.

A real tourist.

Yeah.

Pull up a chair,
Peggy-- showtime.

Boy, that's something
I'd really love to do.

It's like floating.

That's not scuba gear.

Look how small it is.

You know how big normal
air tanks are?

That's right.

What's that he's
breathing through?

What's, what's that
supposed to be?

All right, now,
just who are you?

You're the private cop.

I wish you amateurs
would keep out of this.

Gordon, Naval
Intelligence.

Naval Intelligence?

Yeah, that's what
it says here, too.

All right, let's talk
about it.

Why have you been tailing me?

Well, not you, exactly.

Stoner, then, why?

Well, there was a security leak

on a naval experimental system,

and all personnel
having access

to the security area
are being checked.

You don't know
who is responsible,

but Stoner was an important
subcontractor--

therefore had access.

That's, uh, close enough.

You want to know
if Stoner stole something.

I want to know
if he killed someone.

Look, uh, did this
security leak

have anything to do
with underwater gear?

I can't
discuss that.

Where's Stoner?

I don't know.

My hunch is that whatever
is missing has been bought

or in the process
of being sold.

Mannix, why don't
you stop sparring

and give me some
information?

Funny, that's precisely the
question I was about to ask you.

Oh, Dave,

uh, find out
where Stoner is.

And don't pick him up,
just find out where he is.

I'm in his apartment.

All right, Gordon,
let's stop playing games.

Now, Stoner sent
a girl out here

to make contact
with Roger Barton.

The man who drowned?

He was the middleman.

He could introduce Stoner to
Korvak to negotiate the deal.

Now, somewhere
along the line,

I figure Barton found out
how important the deal was

and, uh, got greedy.

That cost him his life.

Well, Stoner's not
on Korvak's boat.

We've been watching that.

Where's the girl?

In her apartment.

I left her high and dry.

Looks like
she's gone.

Well, maybe the two of them
made a run for it.

What are you
thinking?

I don't know.

Is she dead?

Stoner, you think?

I don't know, but it sure
fits the general pattern.

Meaning what?

Lipstick.

Suffocation is the only way
I know

to drown a person
on dry land.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Yeah, Dave.

Oh, he did, huh?

Oh, Dave, the girl's up here
dead.

Call the police.

Well, Stoner just drove out
of the marina,

burning rubber.

He had a pretty good reason.

He either got what
he was waiting for,

or he turned scared
and skipped out.

Oh, you'd better put
out an APB on him.

I'm grateful for your help,
Mannix,

but we've got our own network
and our own techniques.

They're hoisting a dinghy
aboard the Stella Polaris.

What?

They're preparing
to get underway.

Once he's outside the
territorial waters,

no one can touch him.

Where's he going?

To the nearest buyer.

But what is he going to sell?

Whatever it is he's got.

You're not gonna
try to stop him
alone, are you?

Tell Gordon where I'm going.

Right.

Mr. Mannix.

I, uh, I was looking
for Mr. Korvak.

Down below, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, I see you've taken
a crash course in English.

Below, please.

Since you understand English,

I think we ought to
have a little talk.

About what?

This tear in your wet suit.

An accident.

Which happened while you
were drowning Roger Barton.

He must've put up quite a
struggle before he died.

Down below,
Mr. Mannix.

That will be quite enough,
Mr. Mannix.

Please sit down,
Mr. Mannix.

I'm sorry I can't offer you
champagne this time,

but we're sailing
at once.

Now, what was
that commotion?

He knows how Roger
Barton was killed.

I underestimated you,
Mr. Mannix.

Well, a good waterman
like Roger Barton--

I guess it took the both of you
to drown him, huh?

Oh, uh, who had the pleasure
of smothering Barbara?

And I'll bet you are the one

that took that potshot at me
with a spear gun.

I'll assign
the credits due

while we're getting out of
American territorial waters.

After that,

I'm afraid I'll have
to dispose of you.

Get underway.

As soon as we clear
the channel,

set the course at 273.

Wide open.

Yes, sir.

Do you really think you can get
away with those stolen plans?

You knew about the plans.

I did underestimate you,
Mr. Mannix.

Where do you think you're
gonna market the device?

Anything atomic is gonna
be fairly expensive.

Any government on earth
will pay for it.

Extracting oxygen from seawater.

Beautiful simplicity of it.

Add a tank of helium and a
man could, theoretically,

operate almost
forever underwater.

Men, ships, cities.

And I control that device.

But you will not extract

oxygen underwater,
Mr. Mannix,

because when you go overboard,

you won't be wearing
one of the devices.

All right, this ship
isn't going anywhere, gentlemen.

Well, I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

I'm afraid it'll
be a long time

before I have an
opportunity again.

Mr. Mannix was kind enough
to serve champagne.

Gordon, if it's the
plans you're after,

I think you'll find
them in that desk.

If not, there's
a safe around.

Compliments of an amateur.

You sure get around,
Mannix.

Did you pick up Stoner?

With the payoff.

A half-a-million
dollars.

Here it is.

Andre, what is it?

Oh, I'm afraid I have bad
news for you, Miss Renate.

Please, I have
done nothing.

You'd better cable Rome.

Why?

I'm afraid you're
gonna have to go back

to making Italian movies.

Well, Dave, I'll see
you in a dark alley
sometime, huh?

Oh, Joe,
before you leave,

the master key.

Oh, yeah.

Mrs. Barton,

they caught the men
that killed your husband.

No, no, Tommy Hewitt
wasn't one of them.

That's why you called me,
wasn't it?

You thought maybe he did it.

I was afraid.

If he had killed Roger,
it would've been for me.

Because he loved you?

Don't you see, I had to be sure?

Now you're sure.