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He's trying to pass.

Joe Mannix, a newcomer, is into the pits

with what looks like carburetor problems.

Carburetor's acting up.

Just a little dirt.

Watch those revs, will you, Joe?

That last downshift, liked to drop my teeth.

What do you expect for my third race?

If you ask me, next to last isn't half bad.

I didn't ask you to win, just bring my car back.

Thanks, love.

Hey, what's with number eight?

Coffee break.

Coffee break?

Yeah, Kovak's wife takes good care of him.

All set.

And take those S-turns in third.

Which is third?

It looks like Kovak, number eight, off the course.

Number eight, back on the track.

Kovak, over the embankment!

♪ ♪

Toby, I know you're feeling better,

but Dr. Sperry said for you to stay in bed.

You don't have to like it, just stay there.

When Mrs... I've got to go now.

Right to bed.

I'll see you at dinner.

Good morning.

I'm Mrs. Kovak.

Oh, yes. Mr. Mannix is expecting you.

Come in.

Mrs. Kovak's here.

How do you do, Mrs. Kovak?

Please sit down.

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, no, thank you. Nothing.

Did you know my husband well, Mr. Mannix?

No, we never met.

But you sent flowers.

I was in the race.

Well, that's what I came to talk to you about.

The accident?

It wasn't an accident.

Mrs. Kovak, uh... when you take up racing,

you learn to accept certain dangers.

My husband was murdered, Mr. Mannix.

How?

I don't know.

Perhaps his car had been tampered with.

Mrs. Kovak, I know you've been through

a very bad emotional experience...

I didn't have time to think about it

until last night, after the funeral.

But I know I'm right.

It wasn't an accident.

Why would anyone want to kill him?

We do a lot of government work at Kittridge Aerospace.

Top secret, most of it.

My husband was vice president.

And, uh, your father is Roger Kittridge.

Ed was worried about something at the plant.

And the day before the race,

he mentioned to me that he might

have to let his assistant go... Mark Harper.

Did he say why?

Something to do with security.

And you think Harper might have killed your husband?

Mark was my husband's right hand for more than a year.

He wasn't at the funeral.

And he didn't send flowers.

Well, there could have been a reason.

Did you talk to him?

That would've been difficult.

He's disappeared.

Disappeared?

He hasn't been back to the plant.

Nobody's seen him.

And I think he's run away.

Did, uh, Harper have access to the car that day?

I don't know.

That's another thing:

the Rio Seca is the only race

he's been to in all this time.

Mr. Mannix, will you try to find him?

First, Mrs. Kovak, I'll have to find out

if there's been a murder.

I'll, uh, call you if I turn up anything.

Thank you.

Good day, Mrs. Kovak.

Good-bye.

Peggy?

Do you know where Albie is?

Haven't seen him all day.

Maybe he finally got some work of his own.

Well, look, uh, try and track him down.

Tell him I need a background on Ed Kovak, huh?

Get on it right away.

Mac Wagner here.

Yeah, Mac... Joe Mannix.

Hey, there Joe. How are you?

Look, Mac, I want you to check out that Ed Kovak wreck.

Find me something besides an accident.

I don't know, like sabotage maybe.

Pick up the pieces

and treat it like an Air Force crash investigation.

Come on, now, you've handled hundreds of those, Mac.

I know it's not your business anymore.

Gosh, Joe, it's not only that.

I've got a fellow here that's paying me

a big wad of dough for a GT he's racing on Saturday.

Look, it'll take you a day, maybe two at the most.

Mac, I'd consider it a special favor.

Okay.

Thanks, Mac... oh, and, uh,

I'll need that information yesterday.

I love you, too, Mac.

Now look, call me and I'll hop a plane.

Right.

No, Mr. Mannix, I don't think it was anything but an accident.

Naturally, my daughter's upset.

When you're young and your whole life is suddenly shattered,

I guess you've got to blame someone.

Tell me about Mark Harper.

Pleasant man. Not an engineer.

Special assistant to Ed Kovak.

Mostly in charge of keeping the lines

of communication open to all three plants.

Your daughter thinks her husband

was worried about Harper on a security basis.

Now that he's missing... "Missing"? Mark?

Well, isn't he?

I talked to him in Seattle just an hour ago.

He was getting on a plane. For where?

Mr. Mannix, Mark Harper is on a well-earned vacation,

and I promised him he wouldn't be bothered.

Your daughter didn't know about this vacation?

Why should she? It was strictly company business.

Sorry, I thought you were alone.

It's all right, come on in.

Mr. Mannix, this is Hal Murdoch.

He handles some of our legal work.

Mannix.

Here are the R & D contracts on the Nomad project.

We finally worked out the language.

Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.

Mr. Mannix probably has some questions for you.

You look very familiar to me, Mr. Murdoch.

Have we met before?

No, I don't think so.

I was in that Rio Seca race with Ed Kovak.

I thought maybe I'd seen you around there.

Hm.

No, I didn't go.

I was in bed with the flu.

Had you and Kovak been friends for very long?

I've only known him since

he came over to Kittridge Aerospace.

But you're an old friend of Mrs. Kovak's?

What business are you in, Mr. Mannix?

Everybody's, I guess.

I'm a private investigator.

All right, Mr. Investigator...

I think if Ed Kovak hadn't come along,

Ellen might have married me.

Straight enough?

Mrs. Kovak thinks her husband was murdered.

What do you think, Murdoch?

I think it's enough that he's dead, Mr. Mannix.

I'll see you later, Roger.

I'm afraid you've been put to a lot of trouble

for nothing, Mr. Mannix.

If you'll just submit your bill, I'll be glad to take care of it.

I'll be glad to submit my bill, Mr. Kittridge,

when I'm finished.

You heard?

I heard.

They had her up for salvage.

I had to outbid a couple of fellas.

What have you got so far, Mac?

Well, I started on the assumption

that it was either driver's error or control failure.

But I can't find any evidence of it.

I had to start somewhere,

so my first guess was that the skid sideways

snapped that steering gear.

But that steering gear ain't snapped.

It looks pretty fractured to me.

Yeah, but look at the way it's fractured, Joe.

The impact at the point of crash

would have caused a snap quite differently

than what we've got... An obvious difference.

And I've done a microscopic.

And?

All the controls are functioning.

No controls jammed.

No mechanical reason whatever to account for this crash.

Well, what does that leave us?

Look Mac, could something have been

wrong with him... Kovak?

Well, as near as I can reconstruct it,

the skid carried him at a 45-degree angle

into that clump of trees.

Then he recovered and shot

straight back out onto the road.

Now, it could be that the violence of that stop

ruptured blood vessels in his eyes, blinding him.

No, at the speed he was traveling,

the most he could have pulled was five G's.

But what if the man had any heart trouble?

The condition of the body,

we're lucky they proved that he had a heart at all.

Look Mac, could that impact

have, uh, jammed that accelerator?

Sure, sure, Joe, but accelerator jam or no,

if he'd been conscious,

he'd have tried to make that turn.

He didn't.

That car started its skid

right after the second turn.

Went in behind these trees here,

came straight out and right over the side.

Now what caused it?

It was a dry field.

There was no oil on the racetrack.

I've been over that area, Joe,

with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, there's been a lot of traffic over them,

but the skid marks are still clear.

And here's where the skid stopped.

You know, it's a miracle, with all those trees there,

that he didn't hit one of them

and burn up right there.

By golly, you said it.

Joe, you want me to photograph the whole area?

I mean, give her the full treatment?

Yeah.

Try everything you can think of. Okay.

Now you just keep talking

when I tell you; don't look around.

Now the car picked up speed right about here.

Marks got a lot lighter when it

gained traction and he went straight out.

That's very interesting.

What are we playing?

There's somebody out there.

Now, you stay here

and just keep yelling things at me.

Hey, look, Mac,

I'm going to take another look at those tires.

Okay.

Uh, I got some good pictures of the acceleration track here.

And I got some casts of these last marks

that were deep in before they thinned out.

And then I plotted the whole slide area.

And like you say,

it really is darn near a miracle he didn't hit

this clump of tr...

♪ ♪

You all right? Yeah.

Any idea who it was?

I'm not sure.

But I got a pretty good idea.

Mind if I sit down?

I'm having lunch.

I'll have whatever Miss West is drinking.

You can have it someplace else.

I don't pick up strangers at lunch,

even when they know my name.

Miss West, if my intentions weren't honorable,

I'd have approached you at dinner.

You're Ed Kovak's secretary.

Yes, I was.

You know my name.

Oh, I'm sorry. Joe Mannix.

I'm investigating a claim.

Insurance?

I've already talked to Mrs. Kovak, and her father.

So what do you want from me?

I understand you were very fond of your boss.

You don't meet many men like Mr. K.

You certainly don't get to work for them.

What do you think of Mrs. K?

She's very nice.

Were you at the Rio Seca race?

Not for the race.

I had to go up later and bring his plane back.

She was too upset to fly it.

Mrs. K., I mean.

Hmm, um... Did Mr. K teach you to fly?

Mr. Mannix, I've had my pilot's license

since I was 18.

Oh.

What about Kovak's assistant?

Mark Harper? He's fun.

Uh, did you happen to see him there at the race?

No, but I'm sure he was there.

I wonder why he went.

I understand he hated racing.

He had no choice.

Mr. K called him at home, 5:00 in the morning.

Told him to get up there right away.

I drove him to the airport.

With Mr. K, you accepted the unusual as commonplace.

What about Harper's friends, his social life?

Mark is a loner.

I don't think he has any real close friends.

Except you?

We worked together.

We had dinner together a few times.

You know, when we'd work late.

Mark is a nice guy, but he's not my idea of a date.

What is your idea of a date?

I'm enjoying lunch.

Then I'll buy dessert.

Is he dead in there?

He's not in here at all.

You see, I got all these units to take care of

since my husband had this attack.

He says it's an attack, even if the doctors don't.

He says, "What does the doctors know?

It happened to me."

All I know is, he's in bed

and I have all these units.

Tell me, Harper always keep his room this way?

Yes.

I must say, he's a neat man.

How long has he been gone?

Don't know.

His woman friend was asking for him yesterday.

What woman?

I don't know what she calls herself.

I see her tiptoeing out all hours of the night,

until I told him, "Look, this is a family place."

Well, thank you, Mrs. Paige.

You're not going to drag

the police through here, are you?

No, not yet, anyway. It's not just

the mess that takes place,

but it's the time that they take.

I had a fellow here last year

who took sleeping pills, and he...

That's the one I told you about.

License number?!

Look, Mannix, research the background

on a dead man, that I'll do for you.

For that, I can justify leaving my own work. Okay.

I've got my own office, you know. Right.

What kind of a life is this, anyway? Okay, Albie.

Every minute it's, "Albie do this,

Albie do that." Okay. Okay.

You want me around all the time, fine. Okay, Albie.

Then make me a partner.

A junior partner, just a junior partner.

I told you, Albie,

I'm all through with big organizations.

Two guys? That's not "We, the people."

Look, I got my own career to worry about.

I got a sign on my office door the same as you...

Albie, Albie, the license?

Why me the license?

Peggy used to work in DMV.

Because for the time being,

I don't want my name on the request.

Refreshments?

Refreshments!

Thanks, Peggy.

Hey, you did a great job on this, Albie.

This Ed Kovak led a short, but very impressive life.

Short enough to tout you off auto racing?

Well, there are other dangers in our business, Peggy.

Such as, uh, Albie talking you to death.

Traffic. Sergeant Carson, please.

I didn't volunteer; I was drafted.

Hi, Mike. Albie Loos.

Give me a registration on UKS 957.

I didn't have any trouble with the rest of it,

but those electronic companies Kovak worked for,

they got security tighter than the CIA.

Yeah, four different companies before he landed the job

as project engineer at Kittridge.

Mm... all in five years.

Now that's a pretty fast rise in anybody's business.

Well, look at his college record.

Summa cum laude.

Degrees in electrical engineering,

business administration.

I must say, he knew what he was after.

A guy like that didn't need to marry

the boss's daughter to make vice president.

However, there were a few fringe benefits

such as airplanes, very expensive racing cars...

Would you give me a little mustard

on that, honey? Right.

Yeah, Mike.

Uh-huh...

Uh-huh.

Good deal. Thanks, Mike.

Say, Albie...

I'm going to need a background

on that Mark Harper... And a picture.

That apartment of his looks like it had just been rented.

There's not a thing out of place,

not a single personal touch...

I've seen motels that looked more lived in.

Now he's an interior decorator?

Yeah, well, nobody lives in a place for a year

without leaving some shred of evidence about himself.

Unless... unless it's deliberate.

Now about the license? What?

The registration, you wrote it on the pad, didn't you?

Oh, ooh... Uh, yeah.

The car is registered to Maureen McGill.

Florentine Arms, huh?

There's a pretty snappy residence.

Occupation... model.

Everyone should have a hobby.

Miss McGill?

I'm Joe Mannix. I'm not a cop.

And we do have an interest in common.

Mark Harper.

You're a friend of Mark's?

Well, I'd like to know more about him.

Like what?

Like when did you see him last?

Why should I tell you?

May save you a lot of trouble.

A week or so ago.

We had a little run-in.

You know how those things are.

I went over to his apartment today to patch things up.

Mark seems to be out of town.

It's fun talking to you.

I'll carry that for you.

Can you tell me

exactly when you last saw him?

I'd sure like to get in touch with him.

I have a terrible memory.

Really, it's like a sieve.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

I, uh, see you're an aficionado.

Devout.

Mark, too? Ask him.

Well, I'd like to, but I'll need a little help.

Did he ever talk to you about his work?

Never. I'm not even sure what he does.

You didn't know he was going away?

No. But then why should I?

We're not engaged or anything like that.

Are you engaged to anyone,

or anything like that?

Oh, I'm not so much engaged, as "busy."

But do ask me again sometime, Mr. Mannix.

Say, excuse me.

Have you worked here very long?

Eh, since they opened.

That's two and a half, eh...

let me see, three years.

Well, you probably know Maureen McGill.

Well, that depends who's asking.

Oh...

Can't take bribes.

Now that's a real woman, Miss McGill.

A man 20 years younger

could get himself in a state over that one.

Maybe even ten years younger.

Yeah, I imagine there's quite a few that do get in a state.

Yep, quite a few.

Tell me, is there anyone she's particularly interested in?

I don't think there's anything really interests her,

except it's bullfighting.

Off to Tijuana near every weekend,

watching them kill beef.

What's that? Oh, that's my car.

It does that every now and then.

I've got to get it fixed. Thanks.

KG-621-14, you got a call for me?

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, Mr. Murdoch's tried to call you several times.

He called three times in the past hour.

He wants you to get over to his office as soon as possible.

Check is made out and signed.

Just give me the figure, I'll fill it in.

You can fill it in when I'm through with the case.

Mannix, Mrs. Kovak was upset when she hired you.

She made some wild charges.

She now realizes how foolish they were.

She hired me, why doesn't she fire me?

She has decided that the sooner she forgets the accident

and tries to lead a normal life, the better

it will be for all of us. I'm sure it'd be better for you.

What exactly do you mean by that?

As a lawyer, you ought to know the penalty

for using your car as a lethal weapon.

Oh, Mannix, I wasn't trying to aim the car at you.

Just... suddenly you were there.

The question is, Murdoch, why were you there?

As a friend of the family, I was concerned about Ellen.

Concerned enough to take a few

potshots at me in the garage a half hour ago?

Look, I've been at this desk all afternoon.

That can be checked. Check it.

This is official notification, Mannix.

Your client has dismissed you.

That's her privilege.

She has withdrawn her charges.

I may come up with a charge of my own.

Peggy, I want a manila envelope.

Albie, I need that rundown on Harper.

I'm still working on it. I did get his picture.

Yeah.

Look, I'm so glad you're pleased.

Look, why do I keep paying rent on my office?

How much time do I spend there?

Why can't you put my name on your door?

Albie... In little letters.

Albie, for the last time, I'm a one-man organization.

Get moving on that Harper rundown, will you?

When you finish with him, go to work on a guy named Hal Murdoch.

Get everything you can, dig in every wild direction you know.

I'd love to get something on that guy,

even if it's only reckless driving.

Peggy, call that insurance agent.

Tell him I've got a few bullet holes in the car, huh? Again?

A normal, everyday job can be just as exciting

as auto racing.

And it can make you just as dead.

Have you ever see him before?

Mr. Harper?

Sure. Lots.

When was the last time?

The last time was Sunday...

No, Monday night.

She got back late Sunday.

She had a dinger of a sunburn.

She just laid around all day,

couldn't hardly move.

Tell me, did Harper go down to the bullfights with her?

Three or four times.

But not last weekend.

The last time I seen him was right after

she had the sunburn. Monday night?

That's right, last time I seen him.

What about him?

I seen him lots, too.

Last time was Monday night.

Same night Harper was here.

Yep, only this fella had left before Harper come.

Thanks.

Now that's the jackpot answer.

No, Father, he's been calling all day,

but I haven't talked to him.

Why can't you tell me what's going on?

Oh, but why do I have to be kept in the dark?

Well, after all, it was my husband that was killed.

Yes, Father, yeah... whatever you say.

Mrs. Kovak.

I'm sorry to break in this way,

but you didn't answer my calls.

What are you doing here?

My father said you were off the case.

Well, that possibility was discussed,

but the question is...

do you want me off the case?

Well, what difference does it make?

It won't bring my husband back.

No, it won't.

I thought you might still be interested

in finding out who killed him.

There's nothing more to say.

There's a lot more to say, Mrs. Kovak,

and you'd better listen!

Now you hired me to find out what happened.

Someplace along the line,

I developed a personal stake in this case.

Now you said your husband didn't trust Harper.

Harper had been seeing a girl called Maureen McGill.

Does that name mean anything to you?

No. You're sure?

Why should it?

'Cause your husband had been seeing her, too.

I hired you to find a murderer,

not to dig up a whole lot of dirt!

It goes with the job, Mrs. Kovak.

Well, I don't believe it.

My husband loved me and I loved him.

Now, you found your way in here, Mr. Mannix...

Will you please find your way out?

Mark Harper... That's a very interesting

character you came up with.

He's only a year and a half old.

An alias?

Completely documented, an expert job.

But all leads end a year and a half ago.

Just before he went to work for Kittridge Aerospace.

The day before.

Maybe Mrs. Kovak wasn't far off about Harper.

The key has got to be the girl, Maureen McGill.

The model? Yeah, both Harper

and Kovak were tied in with her.

Well, if Harper was working with her,

why would he get Kovak mixed up with her?

To get information.

After all, she's a beautiful girl.

Maybe Miss McGill was taking more across the border

than her enthusiasm for bullfighting.

Then why kill the goose that's laying the golden egg?

Well, maybe Kovak found out he was being used

and Harper had to kill him.

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♪ ♪

If you're not going to pull that trigger immediately,

you mind if I have a cigarette?

Well, well, well, Frank Abbott.

Mannix, you still won't take no for an answer, huh?

I forgot to tell my partner

how touchy you are.

Was that your boy throwing lead at me in the garage?

Our side wouldn't have missed.

It looks like we'll have to beef up

our physical fitness program.

I'd like to try again sometime.

Let's see what you can turn up inside.

Abbott, you mind if I turn this thing off?

Well, now, uh...

just how is the Air Force involved in this case?

Oh, I'm not Air Force now.

I'm still official, but it's a different agency.

It's beginning to sound like top security.

Do you mind if we don't discuss it?

Ed Kovak was murdered, wasn't he?

That's our department, okay?

By Mark Harper.

You're fishing.

The way I've got it figured, is the girl was working

for Harper and taking information across the border.

Did she know what was involved?

Mannix, as a favor to me,

to your Uncle Sam and the free world,

will you just leave?

Sure.

But I do have my license to worry about, so, uh,

I'll have to tell the police everything I know.

Mannix... Mm-hmm?

We want Harper's name kept out of this.

Why, what's so special about Harper?

He's one of our agents.

Well, now the case is taking on a new dimension.

But if Harper was working for you,

why would he kill Kovak?

Unless, uh, he was a double agent?

Mannix, don't make me use muscle.

Just keep out of it.

You know, you people are stifling private enterprise.

Just trying to find out what's going on.

You'll find out.

Just keep watching the news.

Mac, can you get down here right away?

I've got a theory on what happened at the race.

Bring everything you've got; I'll get Marty Ryan

at International News

to run all the Rio Seca footage.

Joe, it's like I told you...

Mac, I know you've got a business, so have I.

People are beginning to shoot guns at me and say nasty things.

So stop arguing and get on that plane.

Okay, but say the magic word at least.

What magic word?

All right, Mac: Please?

Now this was the edited version,

so, naturally, it carried the newscaster's voice.

Rondelle pressing Kovak, who's trying to pass.

Okay, okay, here come the S-turns.

Kovak to Rondelle. It's Rondelle.

It's Rondelle trying to pass.

Back on the track.

Kovak, over the embankment!

How do you like that camera work, huh?

Did you see me get him going right over the bank?

I'm very proud of that shot.

Okay, now this was shot right after the race.

The wreck had almost burned itself out.

Okay, now, you asked for the outtakes,

here they are.

Okay, go ahead, Lloyd.

Well, it's fairly obvious why that one wasn't in.

I got a little nervous on this one.

Oh, now, yeah, now this one you've seen before.

This is the tail end of the shot

where the car skidded right behind the trees.

Yeah, wait a minute, back up.

I want to see that tree area again.

Oh, yeah... no, I cut this out of the edited version

'cause it was dull, static footage.

Okay, now, we used the start of this shot,

where the car skidded behind the trees,

then we picked it up again as the car rejoined the race.

Hold it.

Hold it there, Lloyd.

Listen, can you get him to measure that

tree area footage you cut out?

A precise measurement.

I'd like to get an idea of the time.

Yeah... uh, Lloyd, did you hear that?

Give it to me in frames.

Suppose somebody standing in that tree area

had shot out Kovak's left front tire.

You mean deliberately arranged for the car

to skid at that precise spot?

Possible?

Well, in theory,

but the precision, the timing...

Well, the odds are just too fantastic.

Anyway, that's not the way he got killed.

Then the killer shot a second bullet into Kovak's body.

Okay, fine.

Now, you got him over in that clump of trees, dead.

How did he get out and rejoin the race,

and run over that cliff?

You saw the film. He didn't try to make the turn.

Well, why?

Unless he was already dead.

Suicide.

All the money in the world, a great wife,

more hobbies than he can keep track of...

That's a motive for suicide?

Yeah, Lloyd?

Okay, thanks.

286 frames... at 24 frames a second,

uh, say 12 seconds.

12 seconds... that's a long time for a racing car

to be running around behind those trees.

Hmm...

Look, ask him to run that film again, huh?

Lloyd, run ahead.

The car must have come to a stop.

But then what...?

Let's take a look.

Ryan, can I talk to him directly?

Yeah, sure.

Listen, can you run a few frames at a time?

Hold it!

Mac, look at that...

Right-hand side of the screen.

Now watch.

All right, a few more frames.

Hold it.

All right, a few more frames.

Hold it.

Now, can you run it backwards a few frames at a time?

Hold it.

Do you see what I see?

Yeah.

Could be dust?

It could be a killer.

Would you ask him to get the focus

as sharp as he possibly can?

Right.

Lloyd, sharpen that focus as much as you can.

Great, now it's a sharper blur.

Yeah, well, that, uh,

blur is wearing a racing helmet

and he's moved from here all the way across there.

So?

It's walking around.

Hello, I'd like to speak to Mrs. Kovak.

Have you any idea where I can reach her?

She left town?

Where was she going?

Well, do you know who called her?

Look, it's urgent.

I have to reach her as soon as possible.

Yes, I understand your position,

but can you tell me where the plane is kept?

Thanks.

Albie, call Frank Abbott.

Try the Air Force Intelligence, emergency.

They'll get to him.

Tell him to meet me at the Kittridge Air Base.

Tell him that he'd better get there as fast as possible.

I still think it could be suicide.

Lloyd, run that film again, from the start.

Hey, get out of here. This is restricted.

Has Champ Delta Mike taken off? I said get...

Look, I'm a private investigator!

There's an emergency. Has Delta Mike taken off?

Not yet, it's still on the taxi strip.

Where's it cleared to? Mexico.

Look, Mrs. Kovak's flying that plane; she's in danger.

No matter what, don't give her the clearance... look!

No matter what happens, don't clear that plane!

This is Champ Delta Mike to tower... ready for takeoff.

This is tower to Champ Delta Mike...

You are not cleared for takeoff.

All right, hold it, mister!

Don't you know no one's allowed up there?

What about him?

Tower to Champ Delta Mike, you are not cleared!

Kovak.

I've got a gun on her!

Get away from those cars or I'll kill her!

Ed...!

Ed, let her go!

Abbott, if he lets her go, you let him drive out of here!

No, we're leaving here together.

Anybody moves, I shoot.

Ed, don't hurt her!

You let her go! Somebody do something!

You're quite a shot.

He always was.

George, get on the radio, will you?

I want a team out here before the police arrive.

We turned up a Party membership on Kovak.

Yeah, that was Harper's body in the crash.

He was already dead.

Kovak killed him.

Kovak drove that skid himself.

He jumped out when he got behind the trees

where he'd hidden Harper's body.

Put Harper's body in the car,

jammed the accelerator to the floor

and the car drove itself into the crash, perfect.

Except he happened to run through a few frames of film.

Kovak's wife didn't know about this, did she?

No.

Kovak told her he could explain everything.

She loved him enough to believe him.

Look Abbott, I'll be around if you need me.

So long.

How about that shoulder?

Aw, it's just a skin.

You going to be able to race Saturday?

Of course.

And this time, Mac,

I'm going to finish right up there.

Tenth, maybe?

Eh, with a little luck.

Did you get him?

Yeah, we got him, Albie.

We got him.