All language subtitles for Mannix S03E15 Walk with a Dead Man

Hello.

Is this Joe Mannix?
That's right.

Mr. Mannix, I'd like
to talk to you

about business.

Well, uh, if you'll give me
your name and phone number,

I'll call you back
in the morning.

I'm on my way out
to see a client.

That's what I wanted to talk
to you about, Mr. Mannix.

It's a lousy night
for business calls.

Stay in.

Curl up with a good book.

Mr. Mannix.

Yeah.

I told you it was
a rough night out.

Home's the only safe place
for you.

Sleep tight.

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♪ ♪

Hey, buddy...

Yeah?

Uh, have you got a half a buck

for a cup of coffee?

With a little wine in it?

Well, it cuts down
on my jogging.

There you are.

Hey.

Join me?

Some other time.

Mr. Mannix?
That's right.

I'm Martin Emory.

You told me on the phone
this morning

that nobody knew
you contacted me.

No one did.

Correction.

I was warned off the case.

With a bullet to back it up.

How could anyone have known?

How about your secretary?

She phoned me for you.

No, no, I trust Miss
Phillips implicitly.

Besides, she didn't know
why I phoned you.

Maybe it's time I did.

All right.

The woman is my wife.

Sorry, Mr. Emory.
I don't handle cases like that.

It's not my line.

It's not what
you think.

She told me the next morning.

She didn't even know
the man's name.

It was just a case of one
long, lonely evening

and one drink too many.

I never mentioned it
to her again.

I pushed it out
of my mind,

until this photo arrived
about a month ago.

Laura doesn't know
about the photo.

I don't know what it would do
to her if she found out.

I paid the man $2,500
the first time,

and I was glad, I thought,
to have it done with.

How much the second time?

Five thousand.

Now ten.

Getting steeper.

He's supposed to send me
the negative this time.

It's easy enough to make
copies of a negative.

Mr. Mannix, there's $10,000
inside this envelope.

You'd only be throwing
good money after bad.

I know how these
characters work.

That's exactly
why I contacted you.

Track him down.
Find out who he is.

A man like that must have
some kind of a record.

Maybe you can put the
fear of God into him.

I sent Laura to Europe
until this is over.

I want it finished,
Mr. Mannix.

As quickly as
possible.

How are the payoffs
made?

Upper drive in the new Mount
Olympic building development.

The envelopes are left

underneath the Mount
Olympic sign.

When?

I was told to watch
the personals

in The Cool City.

That's one of those
underground newspapers.

Yeah, I know.

How are the notices identified?

"To M.E.

From Fantastic Photographer."

Okay, I'll be in touch.

Good.

You can contact me

through my personal number
at the office.

No one answers it but me.

KL5-6654.

Right.

I checked you out.

I know you can be trusted
to, uh,

keep this just between us.

Goes with the job.

And I'm glad you decided
to take the case.

I really took the case
before we met.

You see, Mr. Emory,

you don't like your wife's
reputation being threatened.

I don't like being shot at.

I'll be back.

Hey!

What happened last night?

Oh, I've told you all I can,
Peggy.

You didn't tell me anything.

And you tried to
pass that off

as the work
of a woodpecker.

Just a joke.

I know a bullet hole
when I see a bullet hole.

And a bullet hole
ain't no joke.

Just be patient for a little
while, huh, Peggy?

Listen, this is a first.

I've been in on every
other case.

Now what's so special
about this one?

I made a deal with
a client.

Absolutely confidential.

Just between
him and me.

Okay?
Okay.

But it's not gonna stop me
from worrying about you.

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And in reference to
the inventory number

on the specified
date, I submit...

Excuse me,
Miss Phillips.

We can finish
this another time.

Yes, sir.

Yes?

This is Mannix.

I heard from the blackmailer
a few minutes ago.

He gets around fast.

Is it true what he said?

That, uh, there was no money
in the envelope,

just scraps of paper?

Yeah, I made a switch.

On whose authority?

Now look, Mr. Emory,
you put the case in my hands.

Yes, I did. And you know
what you've done?

It stirred him up, I hope.

Gave him a little shaking.

Well, he's doubled the amount!

That's how much
you stirred him up!

And if he doesn't have the money
by tomorrow,

he'll see that copies of
the photograph are circulated.

Well, we have until tomorrow,
so sit tight.

How can I sit tight?

You still don't know a thing
about him.

I do now.

I know that he's not the man
in the photograph,

and I've got the license number
on the car he was driving.

JFO247?

Well, let's see.

Ah, here we are.

JFO247.

That car was rented
on the 11th

to a David Tremont.

Uh, did he give
an address?

Yes. Uh, Crystal Hotel.

213 West Main.

Do you have a David Tremont
registered here?

Sure have.

Is he in?

Yes, I'd say he is.

What's his room number?

Who should I
say is calling?

Oh, well, don't say.

I'll just go right on up.

Oh, I...
couldn't do that.

Well, um...

sort of a surprise.

Oh, that kind
of a surprise.

Well, in that case, just
go right up to 315, sir.

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah, what
do you want?

Plumber.

Your bathroom's flooding
the room downstairs.

Okay, Wilke, you can send
for the lab crew now.

Right.

How much longer, Lieutenant?

That's up to you, Mannix.

We've covered everything.

That's what you say.

Look, it was
self-defense.

I walked in, he shot at me,
I shot back. That's it.

Except why you came here
in the first place.

I told you-- business.

That's like saying the stars
only come out after dark.

Deegan, I want
to get out of here.

And I want the name
of your client.

Wouldn't do you any good.

Well, who are you to say that?

Look, Deegan, you can think
what you want about me,

you can knock my profession,
you can give me the treatment,

you can cool my heels
till they freeze,

but it's still no dice!

Look, let's get one
thing straight, Mannix.

Maybe Lieutenant Tobias
would let you off easier,

but this is my case, not
his, so don't push me.

Okay?

Now, who's your client?

That's still
privileged information.

I'm still asking.

Book me!

Or let me go.

All right, Pete.

Where are you going?

Tail him, Lieutenant.

What for?

If you were on his tail,
he wouldn't go anywhere.

Mannix may be stubborn,
but he's not stupid.

He might have
settled for this,

and I'd be
on my way now

to join my
wife in Europe.

The odds were against it.

Maybe so, but now
it's a lot worse.

I didn't bargain to get
involved in any killing.

I told you, I've kept
your name out of it.

I, uh, thought I'd seen
that woman before.

Brunette.

Where?

Driving a car
that cut me off.

My mistake.

Mr. Mannix,
let's be honest.

What, uh... what
are my chances now?

I knew from the
start it was a gamble.

Okay, Mr. Emory,
let's both be honest.

You'd like to cash in
your chips, right?

I don't know.

I don't know
what to do.

It's your wife, your name,
your decision.

I think we... we'd
better call it quits.

Well, you can
send that to me

after I've finished
my end of the case.

Someone still
took a shot at me.

I want to know about that
brunette in the dark glasses,

and you paid me
to get a negative back.

It's still floating
around someplace.

Anybody around I can talk to?

You fuzz?

No.

You look like fuzz.

Sorry.

I'm a private investigator.

Same as fuzz.

Not downtown
it isn't.

You sure?

Sure.

Well, then welcome to Cool City.

All the news that's
unfit to print.

What's the matter?

Something got
you uptight?

Oh, well, it's really
none of my business.

You mean I'm a
little too grownup

for this sort
of thing, huh?

Well, I...

Hey, look, man,

things are tough in the
newspaper game, right?

All the news is
on TV, right?

So you got to feed the
public all the stuff

they can't see on
the tube, right, man?

So here I am
on Cool City.

You know, I used to be on
the old New York Herald,

and I was there 30
years before it folded.

You know what I did?

Now don't laugh.

I was a church editor.

Yeah. Now, go
ahead and laugh.

No laugh.

Look, I'd like to check out
this personal notice.

There were, uh,
two others like that.

Yeah, I know.

We get lots of personals.

Make our best reading.

Real way-out stuff, huh?

Yeah, I remember this
one and the other two.

Tried to make it real hip,
but it came out square.

Like the person
who placed it.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

Takes one to know one.

Uh, what, uh...
what'd he look like?

Wasn't a he.

Was a she.

Brunette? Dark glasses?

Yeah, man.

Well, you got anything on her?

A name, address, anything?

Nothing.

We don't ask no questions
of nobody around here.

That's what makes
Cool City... cool.

No changing your story, Mannix?

No change, Lieutenant.

Okay, let's go over it
step by step.

You're a real tiger, Deegan.

Don't get funny.

Just trying to start the
day off with a smile.

Not at my expense.

Now, he fired first,
you said?

That's right.

Three shots?

Right.
Wrong.

The lab crew went over
the entire room.

No trace of a slug,

no bullet hole on your side
of the room.

Now look, Lieutenant,
I'm not blind, I'm not deaf.

I saw gun flashes,
and I heard gunshots.

Then how come the only slug
we found was in him,

fired by your
detective special?

What did the report say
about his gun?

Fully loaded,
unfired, unused.

You knew the dead man
as David Tremont.

No, I didn't
know him at all.

The desk clerk said he was
registered under that name.

You ever hear
of Dennis Taggart?

No.

Well, that was
his real name-- Taggart.

Two-bit con artist.

Not bright enough
for big-time extortion, but

smart enough
about one thing.

He never packed a gun.

Anything you care
to add, Mannix... now?

No, nothing more
that would help you.

Help yourself.

Like prove to me
you were even on a case.

He was.
He told me.

He told you what?

That he was
working on a case.

What case?

I don't know.

You can't claim
privileged information.

She doesn't know a thing.

Look, if there's some personal
reason you're fighting me,

Mannix, let's get it out
in the open, huh?

I'm doing my job, Lieutenant.

I'm protecting a client.

If I were
in your shoes, Mannix,

I'd start worrying
about protecting myself.

Joe...

Peggy, I've got to make
a phone call. Personal.

But what's it all about?

Now I don't know.

Would you let me make
this phone call?

What number are you
calling, please?

KL5-6654.

I'm sorry, sir, but that number
has been disconnected.

I want to see Mr. Emory.

Well, I'm sorry, but
Mr. Emory's not in.

I'll wait.

Well, I'll have to schedule
you for an appointment.

May I have your
name, please, and
your phone number?

The name is Mannix.

And the number?

Now wait a minute.

You're Miss Phillips,
aren't you?

Yes.

You're Mr. Emory's
private secretary?
Yes, of course.

Then what's this big act,
as if you never heard my name?

I'm sorry, sir, but I
never have heard it before.

You called me for Mr. Emory
when he hired me.

There must be
some mistake.

Push the button.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Now, I'm going to tell you
for the second time...

He's trying to
force his way

into Mr.
Emory's office.

What's going
on out here?

I want to talk
to you.

Tell them it's okay,
that you know me.

Well, how can I tell them
I know you?

I never saw you before!

Shall I call

the police,
Mr. Emory?

I don't think that will be
necessary, Miss Phillips.

Just show him out.

I don't believe he'll
cause us any more trouble.

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Hey, Jim, you check on
the other side of the house.

I'm gonna check
down by the fence.

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I'm just gonna have to tighten
security around here.

Nobody's perfect.

What do you want?!

Now you can cut out
the act, Emory.

There's nobody around.

Listen, who are you?

Well, I can understand why
you'd like not to know me now,

why you've been dodging me,
pretending I'm not there.

Well, I'm here, Emory,
and I'm telling you there are

just too many holes
in your story,

and I've been dropping
through them.

I've been obligated
to protect you

and keep your name
out of it up to now.

But if you know anything
that can help me,

you'd better
start talking.

How can I? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Maybe Mrs. Emory does.

Are you threatening
my wife in some way?

No. No, that's no threat.

I just want to know more about
the man in the photo with her.

Man with Laura?
Yeah.

What man? What photo?

It's your choice, Emory.

You talk to me...
or I get in touch

with Mrs. Emory in Europe
and talk to her.

Europe?

Yeah.

What gave you
that idea?

Martin?

I'll be right
with you, Laura.

Not too long, dear.

I'll be just a few more seconds,
darling.

My wife in Europe?

Now whoever
told you that?

I've heard some stories in my
life, but that is the weirdest.

Yeah, and he just grins at me,

and he went up
and joined his wife.

At least that frees
you of all obligation.

Now you can
tell Lieutenant
Deegan everything.

My word
against Emory's? Ha!

Facts are facts, Joe.

What facts?

There's nothing linking
Emory with me.

The meetings were secret,
the phone calls private,

he paid me in cash.

There's no record
of the case at all.
No evidence!

Except there was a bullet hole
in that front door.

Now, someone took a shot at you.

We've got proof.

We're not gonna open up
that can of beans yet.

Why not?

Look at the way
it would stack up.

Taggart comes here
and takes a shot at me.

So I go gunning for vengeance.

I walk into his hotel room
and I blast him!

That's just circumstantial.

Yeah, but it's enough to book me
on suspicion of murder,

at least
in Lieutenant Deegan's book.

Well, there's still
that picture negative.

Now, Taggart had
to have hidden it someplace.

It won't do me any good.

Joe, I know it's dirty pool,
but it ties Emory in.

Peggy, I didn't know until I saw
Laura Emory this afternoon.

Know what?

She's not the woman
in that photo.

That was a phony, too.

Look, I shouldn't even be
talking to you.

Well, if you'll
just, uh, give me the key

to room 315,
we wouldn't have to talk.

After what happened
the last time you went up there?

I'll only be ten minutes.

Sorry.

Well, there's no law

against renting a room for
the night, is there?

Well, when you put it
that way.

That'll be $42.

The sign says
six dollars a night.

We only rent by the week.

Since when?

Since the new policy went
into effect.

Thanks.

Uh, just one thing.

No more surprises, huh?

I'll do my best.

Oh, by the way, uh,
who's my neighbor?

316 is empty.

The other night, too?
Uh-uh.

She checked out
the morning after.

What'd she look like?

Couldn't see much of her face.

Brunette?
Right.

Always wore dark glasses.

Same woman. Has to be.

Taggart could have had
an accomplice.

Yeah, maybe.

Now, when I broke in here,

Taggart was standing
at that window.

He opened it,

and he was on his way out
when I came in.

He then fired
three shots at me.

But he didn't
fire at all.

I mean, there's not a slug
or a bullet hole anywhere.

Now figure
that one out.

Yeah.

Look, Peggy,
you wait out here,

count to five,
and then come in, huh?

Okay.

One, two, three,

four, five.

What's that?

An invitation to murder.
What'd you see?

A figure at the window, Joe:

you.

Then?

Then three flashes of light.

Hmm...

From this.

But I had three blanks fired
at me.

But Taggart's gun wasn't used
at all.

No, he didn't fire the gun.

The way I figure it,
he was unconscious.

Somebody propped him up
in this window.

They were behind him
on the fire escape,

and fired three blanks at me
from behind him,

and got me to return
the real thing.

This fire escape connects
these two rooms.

Ah... ah, the brunette
with the dark glasses, right.

Now look, Peggy,
the police only checked

the inside of the room
for fingerprints.

Call Sid Davis
over at C & I.

Ask him to come down here

and dust this fire escape
for prints, huh?

Right.

Oh, Joe, one thing...

Taggart was deadweight, right?

I'd say roughly
about 160 pounds worth.

Then how could a woman, alone,

put him
into an upright position?

She must have had help.

That's a moving violation,
Lieutenant.

Just saving you a trip downtown.

You asked Sid Davis in C & I

to check out some
prints for you. Why?

Routine.

Oh, come off it, Mannix,
will you?

Sid may be your friend,

but he still works
for the department first.

Okay, so Sid told you where
he dusted up those prints;

the window outside
of room 315.

I know where.

I want to know how
they got there.

Look, I don't even know
yet who the prints belong to.

Harry Glidden.
G-L-I-D-D-E-N.

Name ring a bell?

Zero.

Our records list him as a
grifter, a petty thief

and a one-time partner of Dennis
Taggart, the man you shot.

Anything you want to add?

If there is, you'll be the first
to hear from me.

I'll tell you what.
Let's make an appointment.

You be in my office by 2:00
this afternoon.

And Mannix, I guess
there's one more thing

you ought to know
about Harry Glidden.

Our records list him as dead

for just over ten years.

Excuse me.
Yeah?

Are you Vince Allison?

Aw, look, fella,
I'm up to my ears now.

I can't take another job for
at least a week. I'm sorry.

It's not about a job.

It's about Harry Glidden.

Look, I'm clean.

I haven't touched
a hot car in years.

Relax, I'm not a cop.

Then beat it.

Don't look for trouble, mister.

I'm looking for information
on Harry Glidden.

What for? He's dead.

You're acting
like he's back among us.

One thing the world don't need

is the second coming
of Harry Glidden.

Why is that?

He'd turn in his own father,
if he knew who it was.

He's strictly poison.

What else?
That's all.

Nothing else.
I've said my piece.

Look, as far as I'm
concerned, the less said

about Harry Glidden,
the better.

What'd he do to you?

Left me behind the wheel
of a getaway car...

while he got away.

That shouldn't have surprised
me, though, knowing what he was.

Just one thing about Harry
Glidden did surprise me.

What's that?

He died of natural causes.

Peggy, did you check the doctor

who signed
the death certificate?

Dead, too.
But not natural.

Hit and run victim,

two weeks
after Glidden was buried.

Did you dig up a picture
of Glidden?

Only in word.

He was camera shy.

What's the word?

Crafty. Wily.
Ruthless.

According to whom?

The men in his life.

Well, what about the women?

I'm working on that.

Oh, one more thing, Joe.

Lieutenant Deegan called.

He said your time was up.

Yeah, okay.

Deegan means business.

Yeah, I know, Peggy.
I'll be in touch.

What'll it be?

What's she drinking?

Whiskey, straight,
on the rocks.

Two of them.

Oh, uh, mind if I make
another phone call?

It's local, isn't it?
Yeah.

Deegan.

Mannix, you're overdue!

Yeah, look, Lieutenant,
I got a little problem.

Um, I need a little more time.

Now, I'm not playing games
with you. I give you my word.

I'm giving you mine.
It's no.

I'll come in
as soon as I'm finished.

You come in now,
or I'll go and get you.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Put out an APB on Mannix.

Thanks.

Big spender.

Replacement.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

Mmm. If I don't hear it
clink, I play better.

What would
you like to hear?

Anything you feel like.

Hey, you got
style, you know it?

What do you want?

Talk.

Lonely?

Curious.

About Harry Glidden, right?

You've been putting me on.

Hmm?

Who told you where to find me?

My job is asking questions.
Who told you to expect me?

Look, it's
an unofficial organization.

The "Hate Harry Glidden Club."

Dead ten years.

They still hate him.

And you?

Well...

I liked him.

Sue me. I liked Harry Glidden.

That surprises you, huh?

Well, he must have been
different with you.

You know, it was funny.

H-He wasn't even
good looking.

Nose was all crooked, and
the ears stuck out too far,

but there was something
about him only women knew.

He made you feel like you
were something special.

At least he made me
feel that way until...

Well, there was one thing
I didn't like about Harry.

That. See?

All his women.
That was his idea.

Put his brand on 'em.

You know, it was years ago,

but I can still
remember the night

when she walked into

the spot I was playing.

Harry looks at her
and he says to me,

"Now, there's a gal with class.

That's no peroxide blonde."

So I said to myself,
"Good-bye, Harry."

You know what he dug about

that blonde
chick the most?

She wouldn't let him
put his brand on her,

wouldn't get
tattooed for him.

So, he left me.

Still...

...you got to take the
good with the bad, right?

One thing I got to admit--
that blonde did have class.

I wonder
what she ever saw in Harry.

Yeah. So do I.

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I didn't want to
come empty-handed.

Now, the size
may be wrong,

but I'm sure you
understand my intention.

If you're thinking of calling
the police, forget it.

They're already looking for me.

Oh, and if you're, uh,
thinking of

setting off the alarm
to call your

security guards, you
can forget that, too.

It's been
disconnected in here.

Now, you and I are going
to have a private talk,

Mrs. Emory,
before your husband gets home.

Who are you? What...?

And the next question
is obviously, "What
do you want?" Right?

Well, I'll tell you
what I don't want.

I don't want
to play patsy for anyone.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

The brunette who was in the
hotel room next to Taggart.

The brunette who cut me off

when I was tailing Taggart
from the money drop.

I'm talking about... you.

And I'm talking about one of
your old boyfriends,

Harry Glidden, who suddenly
returned from the dead.

In a way, Mr. Mannix, I'm
relieved that you know.

Don't get too comfortable.

It's a pretty long trip from
Harry Glidden's old hangouts

to an estate in Holmby Hills.

Or were you just
slumming in those days?

Slumming.

What about Harry Glidden?

What do you think?

He is alive.

And well.

And living in Holmby Hills.

You're home early.

Oh, I was here
before you, waiting.

We've been expecting
you, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, how the little woman
must have inspired you.

From hoodlum to magnate.

I saw the makings.

The rest was easy.

Phony death, plastic surgery...

new name, new life.

There's a drifter
in Harry Glidden's grave.

But we don't have to tell
you that, now do we?

Only how Taggart
got on to you.

That was a piece of, uh,
bad luck.

You see, in prison, an inmate
will read just about anything.

Taggart happened to come
across a rare photo of me

in an industrial
publication.

Something in the eyes, he said,

something
only he would recognize.

It was blackmail, of course,
but not the kind we discussed.

And it was you who fired those
shots at me

in my office
to get me involved.

No, I did.

I also made the first call
for your appointment.

Hmm... the family
that slays together...

Well, I'd say you two have
just about covered everything.

Yes, of course.

It was even reported
to the police

that you attempted to
break into my office,

and that you made
illegal entry here.

I knew you'd be back.

I even relaxed the guard to...
to make it easier for you.

But you're not
getting out, Mannix.

And that gun

isn't going
to help you.

Why don't you have
a look out the window?

I alerted them. They're
hunting for a prowler.

Now don't you think I would have
taken care of that, too?

Drop your gun, Emory!

Drop it!

It's a good thing you dropped
your gun, or you'd be dead.

He's been dead ten years,
Lieutenant.

You know, I still can't figure
how Deegan

knew to come to Emory's place.

When I asked him,
all he said was "Forget it."

So, forget it.

I can't.
It's bugging me.

Well, do whatever you want.

I've got work.

Hey, hey, what work?

Just work.

Peggy?

I'm going to lunch.

It can wait!

I'm hungry.
Peggy!

All right, I called Deegan.
I was worried about you.

Peggy, how many ti...
Now, wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

I mean, I practically
saved your life.

Yeah, I guess you did.

Well, look, um...

Why don't you take an
extra hour for lunch?

Okay.