All language subtitles for Mannix S03E08 Memory Zero

Taxi!

Boy, what luck.
That car of mine.

Uh, "17 Paseo Verde," please.

Right.

You got a match?

Oh, you could have
turned right there,

but I guess it's just as simple
to turn at Woodford.

Uh, excuse me.

You didn't take that turn
at Woodford, and...

Shortcut, miss.

I think if you turn
right here, you...

I-I think you'd better stop
and let me out.

Uh, driver, do you hear me?!

I said you'd better
let me out.

Look, what are you doing?
Are you crazy?!

What's going on?

Driver!
Driver!

Please stop! Let me out!

Stop! Let me out of here!

Please?

Please!

Stop this car! Stop!

Please! Please!

No!

♪ ♪

Just take it easy,
Miss Welles.

That's why
I was coming to see you.

Something like this
happened before.

Or almost happened.

When was that?

Right after
Mr. Benson's funeral.

Some... some man
started to follow me.

Why would anyone
want to kill you?

I, I don't know.

Miss Welles.

Have you gone
to the police?

No. I wouldn't know
what to tell them.

Did Rex Benson leave you
any instructions,

anything you should do
or get or find

in case of his
sudden death?

No.

Miss Welles, try to think.

Working for
a private detective

isn't like any
other job, right?

No, it isn't.

Well, when
Mr. Benson was killed,

you had loose ends,
things to do.

No, the police took
the papers, files, everything.

I really think you ought
to go to the police.

I will... later...

when that horrible man
is caught and put away.

Well, how do you expect that
to happen

if you don't report
to the police?

You'll find him.

How?
You can't describe him.

You can't remember whether
he was seven feet tall,

three feet wide or
what? I just can't...

Miss Welles...
can you tell me, uh...

Can you tell me who,

which one of his clients
owed him the most money

or paid him
the most money?

No.

Well, who was
his most important client?

Why are you testing me?

Well, now,
why did you come here?

Okay.

Um, Mr. Ferguson,
the hotel owner...

Mrs. Williams...

"Claxton," I think
his name was--

he's a furrier--

uh, Mr. Martell,
in real estate...

several women wh-whose names
I don't know...

...and a guy
with an accent, French,

whose name I never knew.

Well, he never told me much
about his business.

Miss Welles, have
any of his clients

contacted you
since his murder?

Yes, Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Martell
and one more name that I forgot.

If it weren't such fun working
for a private detective,

it would really be a drag,
wouldn't it?

Miss Welles, have you any idea
why this man wants to kill you?

No.

I don't know why.

But he does.

She shouldn't be alone.

You mind spending a
night here with her?

I'll stay at the
athletic club.

Okay.
I'll get a babysitter.

You'll get the bill.

Don't let anyone in and
just keep talking to her.

Maybe she'll
remember...
something.

To the best of her
recollection--

which isn't exactly
top-notch--

this is a description
of her assailant.

Oh, and the name
and address

of the two guys
that saved her.

All they remember is that
he was wearing gloves.

I ought to put you
on the payroll.

Well, look, now, I tried
everything I could

to get her to come
to the police.

I did everything but
throw her out on the street.

He really had her scared.

Okay, okay.

We still don't have
a thing on the guy

who killed Rex Benson.

It's a real
professional job.

This sounds the same.

What's your interest
in this, Joe?

Are you out to
avenge the killing

of one of the "revered
members of your profession"

and all that junk?

I'm not even sure
I have an interest in this.

I was no fan
of Rex Benson's.

If this Miss Welles is
the same Miss Welles

I questioned after
her boss's death,

I can see why you'd
be interested.

I hope that's spicy
enough for you.

Oh, right on the button.

Dave, I've helped you
with your work.

How about helping me
with some of mine?

I'll have to see her,
talk to her.

Well, she's at my place.

Why don't you stop by
in the morning?

Mannix, how can
she afford you?

Well, she can't,

but, uh, maybe one of
her boss's clients can.

The only one I know with that
kind of money is Greg Martell.

What about Martell?

Charming.

Poor kid.

That poor kid.

I'll pay you to protect her.

That's the least I can do.

What's that supposed
to mean, Mr. Martell?

It means I like her.

I'd like her to go
to work for me. She's sharp.

She'd do well in the
real estate business.

And I know she can be trusted.

Well, thank you for the drink.

That's all?

That's all.

Mr. Mannix, I...
I guess I thought

you were coming
to see me

to pick up where
Rex Benson left off.

I do need someone.

I guess Maggie
told you about me.

No.

She'll remember.
As soon as she recovers

from what happened,
she'll tell you.

Oh, by the way,
before I forget,

would you give me a number
where I can reach her?

No. It was nice meeting
you, Mr. Martell.

Mr. Mannix,

I was being blackmailed.

I still am.

Rex Benson was trying
to find out who it was.

You, uh, didn't go
to the police?

No. The more people who know,

the more likely I am
never to hear the end of it.

Never be able
to put a stop to it.

Why tell me?

If I pay for your services,

I figure I also buy
your trust, right?

Right, but you're
not employing me, Mr. Martell.

After what I've told you,
I think I'd better.

The rest of it is...

the rest of it is,
I've been in prison.

Now, my business associates
know that I'm a "primitive"--

a self-taught type.

But if they found out
about this prison term,

that would wipe out
my whole land development deal

that I've got going.

You're a gambler.

Was I wrong about you
going to work for me?

I'm working for Miss Welles.

Mr. Mannix, I want to be free of
the man who's blackmailing me.

I couldn't
stand a scandal.

Not now.

That would kill the land
development deal and ruin me.

I've got to put
my own interests first.

I want you to find
the blackmailer.

I'll think about it,
Mr. Martell.

In a couple of days,

I've got to make
another payment.

Rex Benson used to
do that for me.

I'd be scared
to death to do it myself.

I'll get back to you.

Lieutenant Angstrom.

Dave, you were right about
the charming Mr. Martell.

He's charming.

I was also right about
the attack on the girl being

the same kind
of professional job.

We found the real cab driver
with a big bump on his head

and no description of the guy
who slugged him.

Well, that leaves us nowhere.
Anything else?

Yeah. It's nice to know you
don't really trust me, buddy.

What is that supposed to mean?

You told me Miss Welles was
at your place with Peggy.

I had some questions
to ask, so I called.

And?

Mannix, there's nobody there,
and you know it.

Peggy?

Peggy?

Hello.

Hi.

Peggy, why don't you stay put?

Why can't you have ladies'
nighties in your dresser

and cold cream
and hair curlers?

Peggy, I understand. Okay...

Baby Doll
racing on the outside...

Joe! Joe?!

Yeah.

Joe, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right, Peggy.

What happened?

Well, I think
our cab driver came back

to give Maggie
another free ride.

Howdy, Peggy.

Don't tell me
you bought that outfit?

No, it came
with the trailer.

You sure
you weren't followed?

With that rig
and this outfit?

Not a chance.

Now, you'd better
ride in the back.

Peggy, I'll get you a phone
number as soon as we get there.

Right.

We're staying at the Seaside
Trailer Camp in Malibu.

I just love the ocean.

And it does a lot
for you, too.

Thank you.

Back to business.

Rex Benson put ketchup
on everything--

even waffles.

Go on.

He'd always send me out
for things

like peanuts and cashews,

although as long as they were
peanuts, it didn't matter.

Oh, popcorn; I always
used to go into a theatre

around the corner for popcorn--
with butter, of course.

Getting hungry?

Maggie, we just had lunch.

That's right.

Also, he loved cheese blintzes.

I don't see how
anybody couldn't, but...

Oh, it's such a
beautiful day.

I'm going to go back...
Oops.

Now you're doing fine.

Just keep going.

I'm doing all the work,
and you just listen.

That's the general idea.

And when you come up
with something important,

then I do the work,
and you relax.

Like what something important?

I'll know when I hear it.

He loved electric razors.

Had one of every kind
ever made.

And men's colognes,
all those, too.

Well, that's
enough for today.

I'll meet you
back here first...

Maggie...

I know you feel gay
and light and happy--

that's just great.

But, uh, if we're
going to find out

why somebody wants
to kill you.

You're going to have to
turn that mind inside out.

Gee, these trailers are neat,
everything all together.

Kind of cozy.

Maggie.

All right.

He used to wear sport shirts,
which was fine,

except he'd wear them more than
one day, which was not so fine.

Sometimes his socks
didn't match.

They'd be blue and red,
or red and gray, like that.

Do you think he was color-blind?

Maybe.

I do appreciate what
you're doing for me.

And as to what a nice girl
like me is doing with a guy

like Rex Benson,
the answer is, I don't know.

The pay wasn't bad.

Probably not as much
as you pay Peggy, but...

You're mumbling,
Maggie.

Did I tell you he was dragged up
by his mother, really dragged?

He hated her.

She must have
hated him, too.

Are you suggesting that his
mother might have killed him?

With her cooking, she could
have, according to him.

Go on.

He chased women

incessantly, compulsively
and indiscriminately.

All private detectives do,
right?

Uh, was he married?

No.

You married?

No.

Well, he was a health bug.

Had one of those jogging
machines in the office,

to say nothing of
chinning bars and barbells.

Well, that ought to do it
for now.

I've got to get
back into town.

Joe, I'm afraid
to stay alone.

I'm scared.

Well, I'm not asking you
not to be scared, Maggie.

Just pretend you're not
until I get back.

I appreciate your concern
and interest for Miss Welles,

but you've got her
hidden somewhere.

I'm not forgetting the fact
that somebody tried to kill her,

but I'm making the point
that she is safe.

Let's stop worrying about her
and start thinking about me.

What about you?

I have to pay my dues
to the man on Saturday.

I also have to be
in Boston tomorrow

for the biggest deal of my life,
and I don't want to blow it.

You know, this is the first
time I've had to beg anybody

to take my business
and my money.

A man was killed doing business
for you, Mr. Martell.

What do you want?

When were you in prison?

Five years ago.

For how long?

Long enough.
What's all this about?

You want me to find out
who's blackmailing you,

answer my questions.

You want a delivery boy,
go hire one.

All right.

All right.

How long were you in for?

Two years, assault
with a deadly weapon.

Who was it you assaulted
with a deadly weapon?

Oh, I don't
remember his name.

I was drunk and down-and-out.

I had a short temper and a gun.

The guy said something,
I flipped.

Where did they send you?

San Quentin.

When will you be back
from Boston?

Week or two.

I'll leave you an envelope with
the cash and the instructions

on where and when to leave it,
Saturday night.

There will also be a check in it
for you.

Why Saturday? Why not now?

I'll tell you why
Saturday night.

I hate paying the money
to that man.

$1,500 a month, and I don't like
to draw it out of the bank

until the moment I have to.

He gets his money
Saturday night.

All right, Mr. Martell.
Saturday night.

What have you got, Peggy?

Trouble, I think.

Our friend's been here again.

You're sure?

He put the calendar back
to the right date.

I was one day behind.
That's why I'm here.

Nice going, I think.

He found the car rental folder.

He'll be looking for you.

You'd better take
evasive action.

First thing in the morning.

I'd like a 100,000-mile checkup.

It's only got 300
miles on it.

Can't be too careful.

I know it's a waste of energy,
but I was worried about you two.

Oh, we appreciate it.

Martell spent two years
in San Quentin

about five years ago.

Find out
who his cell mates were,

who his parole officer
was and the name of the man

who he assaulted
with a deadly weapon.

Okay.

Might as well find out the name
of the arresting officers

and the judge who sentenced him.

Oh, and find out if Martell
had a previous conviction.

You're finished, I hope.

For now.

What's been going on?

Lieutenant Angstrom called.

He still wants to talk
to Maggie Welles.

Tell him he's going
to have to stand in line.

Yes, sir.

Now, just what does that mean?

Are you finished, sir?

Come on now, what's this
"yes, sir, yes, sir" bit?

Well, whatever you do,

just remember one thing,

you already have a secretary,
Mr. Mannix.

You look tired.

Oh, thank you.

Go on, Maggie.

Sure.

Let's see...

Rex was, uh, very big on
betting on all the basketball

and football games
that played anywhere.

He was pretty good at it.

I remember this one time...
Maggie.

Sorry.

Um, he was an absolute
nut on pajamas.

Exotic pajamas.

Had, had me buying them for him
every time somebody had a sale.

Silk, mostly.
Imported mostly.

He must have had
a hundred pair or more.

Oh, I told you how bad a cook
his mother was, didn't I?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Manager.

What is it?
Telephone.

Would you mind
taking a message?

I'll pick it up later.

All right,
Mr. Smith.

Okay, Maggie, now,
let's get on with it.

Now, that was very nice,
and I like you, too, but, uh...

I thought when you said,
"Let's get on with it."

Maggie, I'm tired,
and we're not getting any place.

And unless we get
someplace, you're dead.

Now, I don't know
how else to put it to you.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to remember
everything.

I'm trying.

I'm really trying.

I don't know
anything that would

make him want to kill me.

I don't know anything!

The book of matches.

What?

The book of matches!

Here it is! Here it is!

The book of matches
that the man gave me,

the man that tried to kill me!

You had me
concentrating so hard

on the life and times
of Rex Benson.

Anyway, isn't it great?

I found them!

The Hideaway Bar and Grill.

Isn't that great?!

Aren't I clever, huh?

Yeah.

Now, you think you're
clever enough to stay here

with the doors locked

and the blinds drawn
until I come back?

Do I have to?

Yes, you have to.

We're getting closer.

Mr. Smith?

Oh, Mr. Smith?

Yeah?

That lady who called,

she wouldn't
leave any message.

Oh, well, uh, I think
I know who it was.

Thanks.
Good night.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Peggy, what'd you turn up?

The word on Martell's
two San Quentin pals.

Ralph Towbridge, and Francis,
alias Frank Connelly.

Both very much alive
and out of prison.

Did you call Angstrom?

He's tracking them down now.

Good.

Now, give me those names again.

Frank Connelly
and Ralph Towbridge?

That's Towbridge over there.

The guy with the glasses.

Thanks.

The name is Mannix.

Congratulations.

I'm a friend of Martell's.

Shove off, mister.
I don't know you.

Greg Martell, your pen pal
at San Quentin.

Pen pal?

You're cute.

Buzz off, fuzz.

Oh, I'm no cop.

Hey, pal, you're violating
my right of privacy.

You're going to get
a lot of privacy

unless you turn on your memory.

Now, where's Connelly?

You know Frank?

Where does he live?

You don't know Frank.

Now, uh, Towbridge, I'm trying
to save you a trip to uglyland.

You interested in that?

Now, uh, I'm going to
ask you again, Towbridge.

Where's Frank Connelly?

They don't make vests
thick enough for me

to be giving you or anybody
information about...

Hey, what's his name
again, mister?

Frank Connelly?

What makes you think

Frank Connelly's our man
and not Towbridge?

Well, the man we're
looking for doesn't
drive with glasses.

Towbridge can't see
four feet without them.

You could be right.

Connelly's been up twice
for armed robbery.

Both times with
a P .38 automatic.

Now, he's our man
all right.
I...

Chili, Lieutenant,
medium hot.

Um, put it
in the drawer.

I ordered a pickup on him.

Also a stakeout at the
Hideaway Bar and Grill.

Well, the taxpayers are

finally about to get
their money's worth.

By the way, when are you
going to release Miss Welles

so that the civil service
system gets its chance?

You can have her
right now

if you'll keep her
locked up and hidden.

I can't quite do that,
Mannix, you know that.

Well, I just guess
I'll just have to keep on

forcing myself
to take care of her.

Be careful, Joe.

Frank Connelly's
a bad boy.

Well, I told you where
he steals his matches.

Find him.

Don't let the
chili get cold!

I'm sorry.

It's hot.

What's going on in
the world outside?

The police are looking for
one of Martell's cell mates.

It's a chance.

I know, I know.

Rex Benson, his life and times.

Funny, but true.

Well, um, he was a health bug.

Used to exercise
in his office all the time.

He had a jogging machine
in his office.

I've been there already, huh?

Um, he used to wear brown and
white shoes in the summertime.

Beau Brummell.

Hmm, and straw hats.

Fancy ones
with narrow brims.

Played golf, terrible golf.

Lied a lot about his scores.

Mmm!

Oh, uh, would you?

Uh, he was a bug on, uh,
shortwave radio broadcasts.

Knew when the English
language broadcasts

came in from... from, uh, Tokyo,
Moscow, Berlin, Helsinki.

Chewed his nails a lot.

Most of the time
he tended his own business.

Every now and then he'd
let me do a few things.

Like what?

Besides exotic pajamas, that is.

Um, well, like

liquor gifts
for his lady friends.

Cordials mostly, flowers,
oh, and, uh, parking tickets.

Rex Benson might have
been a lot of things,

but he had a conscience.

One time he had me pay
a parking ticket

that was five years old.

A lot of other things, too,

but that really made
an impression on me.

Yeah, fascinating.

Let's see, what else?

Five years old?
What?

The parking ticket.

Oh, yeah.

They got a big kick
at the Motor Vehicle Bureau

out of how honest
it was to pay it.

What's so important
about that?

You didn't know Rex Benson
the way I knew him.

He wouldn't pay anything
he didn't have to pay.

How long ago did you pay that?

A few months.
Two, three...

That may be it.

What?

Miss Welles...
it's been a pleasure.

What?

Oh, and to think I've already
got a secretary I'm happy with.

What?

Make the coffee, Peggy.

"Make the coffee, Peggy.

"Go down to the Traffic
Violations Bureau, honey,

"on your day off and
check that parking ticket."

You know, you got nerve,
I'll give you that.

Saturday morning, my day off.

It's triple time.
Triple time.

How's Maggie?

Or am I supposed to refer
to her as Mrs. Smith?

Oh, she's fine.

I told her I have a secretary
I'm perfectly happy with.

Well, that was nice of you.
Mm.

That was very nice.

What about the parking ticket?

Oh, I practically had to
turn the place upside down,

but they came through finally.

That parking ticket was five
years old, and she did pay it.

Except it wasn't written
on Rex Benson's car.

At least not the car
that was registered to him.

The car belonged to Martell.

Martell?

Maybe Benson was borrowing it.

No.

No, I don't even think Martell
knew Benson five years ago.

That's the time
he was in prison.

Right.

Now, Martell gets a traffic
ticket five years ago.

He also goes to jail for
assault with a deadly weapon

and serves two years.

Some time after that,

somebody starts
blackmailing Martell,

so Martell hires Rex Benson
to find out who it is.

And exactly three months
and ten days ago,

Benson's secretary shows up

and turns on the Traffic
Violations Bureau

by paying a parking ticket
that's five years old.

Which brings us
to the public library.

Right.

Peggy, check the newspapers on
the day of that traffic ticket.

Find out if anything
happened that might help

make sense out
of this whole thing, huh?

And I thought
I was going to have

a half a day off on my day off.

I'm sorry, Peggy.

I got to go to Martell's
office and pick up some money.

I got a drop to make tonight.

I'll make the coffee.

Hello.

Well, uh, is this the manager?

Speaking.

This is Mr. Smith.

Which Mr. Smith?

Calvin Smith.

I want you to tell
Mrs. Smith, that...

I can't tell her anything
right now, Mr. Smith.

What do you mean? What happened?

Well, she left here
a couple of hours ago.

With another young lady.

Said she was your, uh,
secretary.

Oh, one more time.

That is...
I would have died...

Uh-oh.

I thought I told
you to stay put.

I know, but...

Since I worked
on my day off,

and Maggie had been
cooped up here all day long...

Yeah, I needed
the change.

...so we went down to the pier,
we had some dinner,

and we discussed our bosses
and had some laughs.

Yeah, and it
was fun, too.

They're back in their trailer
now.

That's just fine.

Thank you very much.

What happened
to your head?

My friend was waiting for me
when I made the drop.

Oh, I should say,
your friend.

I still don't understand
why he slugged me.

The money was there.

All he had to do was
wait until I left.

What did you find
at the library?

It happened
just like Martell said.

Three witnesses saw him
walk up to some guy

and start threatening him
with a gun.

Nothing else?

The only other thing that day
was Sam Kroner was killed,

the big wheel
in the numbers racket.

What about the parking ticket?

Kroner was killed
on the same day?

The same day that Martell
was arrested,

August the 21st.

And what day was
the parking ticket issued?

August the 21st.

Aha.

What's the connection between
the parking ticket and-and...?

What time did
Martell commit

that assault
with a deadly weapon?

Shortly after 10:00 p.m.

And the shooting of gangland
chief Kroner took place

about 9:15 the evening
of August 21st.

I know a lot of guys around town

that would pay good money to
have someone get rid of Kroner.

Now, if a guy
was smart,

he could've killed Kroner
for the big money,

then got tough
with a guy across town,

in front of witnesses,
served time,

get out and get into
the real estate business.

Hey, I think you're right.

Well, what's the parking ticket
got to do with it?

Martell was supposed to be

across town
at the time.

The parking ticket could
have wiped out his alibi.

So, he asked
his good friend Benson

to take care of the ticket
as a favor.

Benson gets curious
and puts two and two together.

And he was the one that was
blackmailing Mr. Martell.

Right.

When Martell figured it out,
it cost Benson his life.

That's why you were
a target, too.

You paid
the parking ticket.

Martell probably couldn't
sleep nights,

worrying when you'd
put it all together.

Well, let's get down
to Angstrom's office

and make this his headache.

I'll see you there.

Okay, Peg.
Thanks for dinner.
Sure.

Listen, get your
clothes together.

We'll leave
the trailer here.
Okay.

Now, just the two
of them are there.

Okay.

Now, I think if both
of you stay inside,

and keep real quiet,

everything's going to be
all right, hmm?

I'd appreciate it.

Get down!

You all right?

Yes.

He's out there,
so you stay here.

Please.

I'll be right back.

Now you stay down.

Maggie, lock
the door!

Lock the door and stay down!

Maggie, you all right?
Yes.

When you didn't show up
at Angstrom's office

I figured something was up, so
I went to Martell's apartment.

Does that make sense?

Yes, after what we
figured out about him.

Peggy, stay away
from his apartment.

It's too late.

I wasn't there long anyway,

and Martell left in a big rush.

You didn't follow him?

Mm-hmm, to an old building
near the ballpark.

I know the place, Peggy.
Now, please, will you go home?

How did it go, Frank?

No trouble.

Girl's lying in the ocean
with a couple of holes in her.

That's good.

What about Mannix?

No charge for Mannix.

That's perfect, Frank.

I'll take the rest
of my money now.

Hold it right there, Martell!

She's still alive
too, isn't she?

He didn't kill her either.

You should have stopped
after you killed Rex Benson.

You were ahead of the game.

The girl had memory: zero.

What?

You were worried about her
for nothing.

She never would have remembered
that parking ticket.

She's not the type.

Now, listen, Mannix...

Sorry.

I'm off your payroll.

You'll find Frank Connelly down
in the basement dead, I'm sure,

shot by this
charming gentleman.

We'll take him.
Let's go.

You all right?

You were supposed
to stay home.

I know.

I don't ever want
to see you

stick your neck out like that
again, do you understand?

I use my initiative,
tail Martell here,

call you in time to get him,

I don't want to hear about it.
to say nothing of
calling the police, too,

and you-you bawl me out?

I pay you, too,
remember that.

Yes, you do.

On my day off...