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Good-bye, L.A.

For seven smog-free days.

Santa Barbara, 30 minutes.

Turn around.

Huh? Back there!

Where? Penthouse... there's a woman being strangled.

You're kidding? Turn around!

That's it, the penthouse with the umbrella.

I don't see anything.

Are you sure you saw...

I saw someone trying to kill a woman.

Turn around. Let's head back.

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That's it, Sarge.

That's the umbrella I was looking at.

Place like this, I wouldn't want to disturb them for nothing.

Look, Kramer, I know what I saw.

I saw a red-haired woman being strangled up there.

All right, all right.

If I didn't trust you,

I wouldn't have gotten conned into this.

Up there, huh?

Penthouse apartment.

The penthouse? Impossible.

Can you tell...? Who lives up there?

Mr. and Mrs. Montford.

They're English, from Nassau in the Bahamas.

What's happened?

Could you describe Mrs. Montford?

She's a lady, definitely a person of quality.

I mean how does she look, age and so forth.

Oh, well, she's very attractive, red-haired.

Average height, five feet six or so.

Age is 35, I'd say.

All right, we're going up now.

Don't call up. Don't do anything, hmm?

Yes?

Sergeant George Kramer.

Are you Phillip Montford?

Yes, I am.

Where's Mrs. Montford?

Where?

Enjoying her privacy. Good day.

Mr. Montford, we understand

you may have had a little trouble here

a few hours ago.

What sort of trouble?

Do you mind if we come in and look around?

Do you have a search warrant?

We could get one.

"We"?

And who are you, I beg?

The name is Mannix.

The profession is obviously not the law.

To secure a search warrant, Mr. Mannix,

one has to show reasonable cause,

and I, I doubt you could.

But I believe in supporting local authorities.

Come in.

Kramer. Hmm?

That's the terrace, all right.

I was looking down on that umbrella.

"Looking down"?

Yes, Mr. Montford, from a helicopter.

I looked down and saw a man strangling a woman out there.

What a shocking experience for you.

Well, no wonder you've been acting so oddly.

But I assure you, you're quite wrong.

Sergeant, how can I be of help?

Well, simple.

Just tell us where your wife is.

Why, she's in the bedroom asleep.

At 1:30?

We had rather an exhausting evening.

She's having a nap.

Well, I hate to intrude, Mr. Montford,

but maybe she could

shed a little light on this situation.

Well, I doubt that.

We've been together all morning.

And you don't care to ask her?

No, Mr. Mannix, no, I wouldn't.

She's very, very tired.

I must ask you gentlemen to leave.

He's dodging, Kramer. She's dead.

I beg your pardon?

Now, let's all cool down, huh?

Sergeant, I'm an attorney by profession.

I'm quite cool, thank you,

and in full possession of my rights.

Kramer, I saw a red-haired woman

being strangled out there.

If his wife's alive, let him produce her.

What's all the fuss about, darling?

What's happened?

It's a... It's a mistake.

My apologies, ma'am, Mr. Montford.

Sorry to have bothered you.

I, uh... saw you earlier.

Really?

I'm afraid you have the advantage over me,

Mr., um...

We don't know Mr. Mannix, darling,

a situation that, shall I trust, continue.

Good day, Mr. Mannix. Gentlemen.

Mrs. Montford,

I saw you earlier today, fighting a man.

You were being strangled out there.

Mannix, move.

I'll, uh, say it again.

I apologize.

Of course, Sergeant.

Mr. Mannix?

I appreciate your concern over me,

but really, I'm quite all right.

They're lying. Drop it.

Get a search warrant. Mannix, I went along with you

because of your reputation, even if your story was sort of far out.

But come on, let it lie. Kramer, I saw a man

trying to kill a red-haired woman on that terrace. Stubborn, hmm?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You find a corpse, and I'll file a complaint. Fair enough?

I know what I saw! I can't hear you, Mannix,

so stop chewing on my ear.

Montford. M-o-n-t-f-o-r-d?

Yeah, Phillip and Barbara.

Very British.

From Nassau, the Bahamas.

According to the apartment manager,

rich, respectable and very aristocratic...

All the wrong things.

For murderers, you mean.

I mean.

Are you sure?

Look, Peggy, I know what I saw.

I saw Mrs. Montford...

Well, I saw a red-haired woman

being strangled on that terrace.

All right. I'm sorry.

But maybe it was a family argument?

They fight and then cover it up.

Oh, come on, now Peggy, if they had a family argument,

why wouldn't they tell us?

All right. I believe.

Don't humor me. I'm not.

But if you don't know the difference

between a murder and a family brawl,

then you're in the wrong business.

I guess I just didn't want to believe,

because well, it's going to be a hard, uphill fight.

Yeah, I'd embarrass Sergeant Kramer.

Now he's going to have to file a report.

The police will have me officially off base.

You know how that is... All right, okay!

Now, don't give me the hot defense

of the police department.

Look, I'm going to go check out the Montfords. I want you to...

I know. To find out if there have been

any red-headed ladies discovered lately.

Dead.

So Mannix is really hung up on this, isn't he?

You know how he is, Lieutenant.

He saw it and he won't give up.

He thinks he saw something,

so he goes charging in.

I'm not calling him a liar, Peg, just wrong.

But what if he's right?

He's not.

No dead redheaded ladies?

Sergeant Kramer made out a report.

I checked out everything.

"No reports of violence from the hotel.

One unidentified body found."

A floater, male, in his late 60s.

No ladies. Zero.

Just the facts, ma'am.

But all the returns aren't in yet.

Peg, you're a cop's widow,

so I'm leveling with you.

Be loyal to Joe Mannix, fine,

but be sensible.

The Montfords are strangers

in this country; they're visitors.

They're nice people.

They're respectable.

If Mannix bothers them, I'm going to have to lean on him.

I don't want to,

so don't make me play it rough.

Tell him, "Leave the Montfords alone."

Well, it's you.

I'd like a talk with you and Mr. Montford.

Phillip is out.

But as you see, I'm not.

I'll keep it simple, Mrs. Montford.

I'm a stubborn man.

I can't forget what I saw.

I'm beginning to believe you.

So I'm asking a favor.

I'd like to look around,

just to find where I went wrong,

why this can't be the apartment,

and why you're not the woman who was strangled.

I think you're slightly crazy, Mr. Mannix,

but look away.

Maybe I am crazy.

Is this where you imagined that you saw me murdered?

Right here, Mrs. Montford.

The sight stays with me.

I'm touched.

And do call me Barbara.

Well, are you convinced?

I guess so.

Then shall we have a little drink in celebration?

Did your mother call you "Mr. Mannix"?

The first name is Joe.

Well, what would you care to drink, Joe?

Joe?

Uh, was there a piece of furniture removed from here?

I beg your pardon?

Well, the marks on the carpet.

It looks like there was a heavy piece of furniture here.

Really?

What was it, Mrs. Montford?

I thought you agreed to call me Barbara.

Oh, no.

Get him out of here.

Get him out of here!

You must be insane breaking in here.

You were right about his coming back, Mrs. Montford.

I called the police as soon as

I saw him go up.

Well, he... he-he kept insisting that, uh,

he wanted to talk to me about some crime or other.

I don't know. He kept insisting

that I was hiding something.

Oh, now, wait a minute!

Don't you worry, Mrs. Montford.

He won't bother you again.

Thank you.

I feel much safer now.

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

No apologies, no explanations.

What are you going to say?

That you didn't mean to rough her up?

I didn't do a thing to her.

Joe, you wanted information.

You figure she's lying.

You grab her... not hard...

I didn't touch her!

Now that's a hand-varnished, all-wood frame!

Sure, because you saw her getting killed this morning.

I saw something this morning!

Joe, stop it.

You're lucky.

You're up to your thick head in luck.

The lady isn't going to press charges.

Oh, that's sweet.

Yes, it is!

Because if she did, you go down the drain.

Where's your license?

Look, Joe... I'm not threatening you.

I just want to remind you,

it's a piece of paper.

You can tear up a piece of paper.

That's not my life, Dave.

Just 12 years of it.

Well, that's a lot!

Here.

Keep it warm, next to your heart.

Oh, don't get cute. Give it to me straight.

One more complaint, and you could lose your license!

Straight enough?

Just straight enough.

Thanks.

Well, what do you think, Lieutenant?

Well, he wasn't even listening.

Thinks he saw a killing, and he can't let it go.

I'm not paying you to work a night shift.

What happened?

Oh, nothing, little mother.

Now, you've got a real kid at home.

It's time you get there and tuck him into bed.

He's been asleep for an hour, and my friend is baby-sitting.

What happened with Lieutenant Angstrom?

Oh, just a little warning.

If he gets any more complaints, I'm out of business.

And you're not going to let it go.

Oh, it stinks.

It smells.

The lovely Mrs. Montford mousetrapped me.

Why?

British sense of humor.

A female sense of danger.

I was starting to dig.

Sure.

And the next life you lose may be your own.

Peggy, when a man falls off a cliff,

he's got one of two choices...

He can say he fell, or he can claim he jumped.

Well, I'm jumping.

Hey, your coffee's cold.

Jump where?

You've got no clues, no case, nothing.

Not even a body.

Well, I think I have.

Oh, no.

Wait a minute. Listen to me.

I must have been looking at the way they got the body out.

And that's what triggered Mrs. Montford into the act.

What?

Well, there was a piece of furniture,

about six or seven feet long,

judging by the marks on the carpet.

It was low, under a picture.

About the size and shape of a coffin.

And it had been removed.

And whatever it was, they got the body out.

Mm. Well, you can stop thinking about it.

You're fired. What?!

Only temporarily.

You can get into a lot of trouble aiding and abetting.

Now, if I'm busted,

you get a month's salary and a recommendation.

If I prove out, all is forgiven.

No good.

Yes, good.

One thing about us cliff-jumpers, Peggy...

We like to take the big dive alone. Home.

A piece of furniture from the penthouse?

Yeah, about six, seven feet long, maybe three feet wide.

Probably moved out on Wednesday.

Ah, let me take a look.

Oh, yes, it was that big stereo console.

Went out for repairs.

Wednesday about midday.

Oh, good.

I represent Bonded Insurers.

We're making spot-checks on local deliveries.

Could I have the name of the mover?

Argosy Movers. Thanks.

I'll mention you in the report.

Thank you.

Oh!

Sorry, ma'am. I knocked.

I just come to tidy up.

That's quite all right.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

I think this is what you want here.

That's funny.

Mind letting me in on the joke?

It-it's a delivery to a station wagon.

We took this stereo console to a parking lot,

and put it into the back end of a station wagon.

How did you know which station wagon?

Well, the guy who called said

it was the only one on the lot. What lot?

The parking lot behind the Mission Church

on Cougar Canyon Road.

Church?

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, Jake, want to go easy with that stuff, huh?

Yeah, I mean, figured it was a contribution,

so we delivered it right to the wagon, back of the church.

Ingenious.

Yeah. It's funny, though.

They could have saved money

just by driving the wagon to the hotel themselves.

Well, money's no object.

Say, your, uh, men didn't happen

to notice the license number on the station wagon, did they?

Hmm, what for?

Yeah. Well, thanks.

Right.

Figured while I was here,

I'd just straighten up this messy bed.

Oh.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Well, nothing at all.

Be done in a wink.

How'd I do?

Beautiful.

They're a beautiful portrait of Phillip Montford.

Showing the man for what he really is.

Honest, respectable and rich.

I see here, he, uh, ticks off some businessman

about cutting corners.

And he refuses the fee.

A lawyer refusing money.

You can't get disbarred for that.

Is that the end of it, then?

I mean, can I stop running up these heavy baby-sitter bills?

Oh, no. Uh, Peggy, first, look up the name

of those people we used in the Bahamas before...

Uh, that British investigation firm.

Whitegate and Hornby. Discreet Inquiries.

Wire them and ask them to inquire

into Phillip Montford's dealings with a Sir Arnold Salt.

Sir Arnold who?

Yeah, Salt... the man he chews out in this letter.

Oh.

That, uh, Phillip Montford's just a little too perfect,

a real Sir Galahad with money.

Let's find out what an enemy has to say about him.

Right. That's the way you,

uh, catch a shy bird, you know. What?

You put salt on his tail.

Ew!

Uh, morning, Peggy.

Any answer on that cable to the Bahamas?

Better than that.

Yeah? What?

May I introduce Mr. Mannix?

Miss Joanna Salt.

How do you do?

Hello.

Any relation to Sir Arnold Salt?

Oh, definitely. His niece.

It's quite a coincidence.

Oh, no, it isn't a coincidence.

Your man in Nassau began making inquiries.

I discovered you were behind them,

so I... I flew here at once.

Impulsive.

Perhaps.

Mr. Mannix, what do you know about Phillip Montford?

Not much. What do you know?

I know the man's a fraud and a swindler.

Oh, he has a marvelous reputation

concealing an absolute shark.

Miss Salt, uh, have a seat.

Oh, tell me more.

Well...

it all begins with my great aunt Athelia.

She was nearly 90 when she died.

For approximately 80 of those 90 years,

she'd been middling poor.

A rather fabulous land boom suddenly hit the islands,

and great aunt Athelia's land turned out

somewhat more valuable than gold.

As I said, for nearly 80 years, she'd been poor.

When she died, she was worth nearly $12 million,

with a most trustworthy solicitor

in charge of the estate.

Phillip Montford.

Phillip Montford.

Of course, my uncle...

Sir Arnold Salt... He was the major heir,

and I was to receive a... well, a fairish sum myself.

Well, imagine our surprise

when the estate turned out to be heavily encumbered,

generally confused, and,

well, worth practically nothing.

Who got it?

My uncle had exactly the same question.

He went to Montford, and they had a terrible quarrel.

Montford made some threats, and then,

suddenly, he and his lovely Barbara departed.

Well, uh, what did your uncle do?

Followed them, and I haven't heard from him

or about him since, until your inquiries.

Miss Salt, uh, what do you want?

Well, I don't really want

to live as my great aunt Athelia did

in genteel poverty.

I would like my share of the estate.

You mean, you, uh, want Montford nailed.

To the wall.

Peggy?

Uh, Peggy, brief Miss Salt.

Well, where are you going?

To church.

Hi.

The idea of a rock mass throw you?

No.

But it doesn't send me, either.

I have a weakness for Bach.

Me, too, but I'm musically ecumenical.

If I'm going to bring kids into the church,

it'll be to their own sounds.

What brings you here?

Well, um, last Wednesday,

there was a station wagon parked in your parking lot.

Wednesday... Oh, I can't help you.

Wednesday's my Synanon gig.

Mrs. Timmins, the housekeeper... Now, she might have noticed.

Wait a minute. I'll go fetch her.

Thanks.

This is Mrs. Timmins.

Will you please help this gentleman?

I'm sorry, I've got to blow. Thank you.

I'll be back late, Mrs. T.

If you're selling... Oh, no, no.

I'm a private investigator.

Investigator, huh?

What's that socialist preacher been up to?

I knew they'd get him

and his hippie notions soon enough! I knew it!

Mrs. Timmins, uh, do you remember a station wagon

in your parking lot, uh, three days ago?

They were loading a large hi-fi phonograph console into it.

Wednesday?

About 3:00 in the afternoon?

Yes. Did you see the license plate?

Uh, maybe.

What was inside it, drugs?

LFD?

Well, I can see you're no fool.

Did you notice the number?

Um... S-R-O 1-24.

What's he done?

Thank you, Mrs. Timmins.

Oh, and I'll say this... You'll be the first to know.

Peggy, will you stop worrying about me?

I'm all right.

You just get to work tracing that license.

Right.

SRO 124.

The number here?

KL 5-6681.

Right.

Well, we're almost done.

My brake cable?

Yeah. Almost worn through.

And when you pulled on the brake, pop she went.

Almost like it was cut.

What about my foot brakes?

There's no fluid in the cylinder.

You should keep a check on that, you know.

I mean, the accelerator linkage's jammed open,

and with no brakes, you could have been killed.

Yes. Quite a coincidence.

Everything going wrong at once.

Accidents happen that way.

And your front end got dinged up pretty good when you stopped.

I can't really tell exactly how it all happened.

Well, I'll just have

to be a little more careful in the future.

How much longer are you going to be?

Five more minutes, Mr. Mannix.

Hello.

Oh. Your office.

Five minutes.

Peggy?

Beach Auto Rentals, huh?

Here it is.

SRO 124.

Station wagon, right?

Yeah, right. Who rented it?

I can't make that name out.

Some people's handwriting is like that.

Doesn't matter, though. They paid cash.

What did he look like?

He was a tall fellow.

Had an English accent.

Figures.

I see he took it out on Wednesday

and brought it back on Thursday.

You know where he went?

No. He never said.

I see he's gone 68 miles.

Yeah, well, we have a hundred-mile minimum,

so I had to charge him for it, but he didn't complain.

He was a nice fellow.

Yeah, a sweetheart.

How far would you say it is

from here up to the top of Cougar Canyon?

Oh, 15, 16 miles.

That means roughly 30 miles round-trip.

That would leave about 37 miles.

That means maybe 20 miles there

and 20 miles back. Where and back?

Yeah, that's the big question.

Mind if I use your phone?

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yeah, Peggy, get out the county map, will you? I'll hold.

Right.

Got it.

Now, listen, um,

using the Beach Auto Rental as the center point,

I want you to start at Newport Beach,

draw a half-circle up through Fullerton,

through Compton, and then, back down to the coastline.

Got it?

Got it.

Now what do I do?

Now you look up every hi-fi, phonograph, music shop

within that circle.

Call them and ask them about a repair job

on the Montford stereo console

delivered Wednesday afternoon.

But there must be hundreds of places.

At least, so I'd better hang up and let you get right on it.

Your car was sabotaged? That's murder.

Joe, you must go to the police.

Without proof?

Dave Angstrom would tell me to drive more carefully

or buy a newer model.

Well, what if we both went?

Maybe that would convince them.

No, thanks,

but they're already convinced I'm suffering from delusions.

Now, if I went to them with a story that,

uh, my car tried to kill me...

Peggy?

Thank you for your help.

Got anything?

A sore throat, but I'm carrying on.

And I thought detectives

simply made brilliant deductions.

Only the brilliant detectives.

Mostly, it's work.

The Montfords aren't stupid.

It's not going to be easy to peel off their cover.

No, but you'll do it.

I think I'm very lucky.

Got it.

Yes. Yes, that's it.

And thank you very much.

Jackpot.

Harrison Brothers, cabinetmakers.

And they're working on Phillip Montford's

console right now; there's the address.

But why all the way out here?

It's near the ocean.

You put weights on the body,

dump it into the sea, and it's gone forever.

And then you deliver the console here for repairs.

Can I help you?

If you're one of the Harrison brothers, yes.

Ben Harrison, only one left.

My brother's been dead eight years.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I understand you're doing some repair work

on a stereo console for a Mr. Montford.

Mm-hmm. It's right over there.

Job's almost done.

There she is.

Going to be a perfect job, an exact copy.

Where's the original?

Oh, that was ruined.

I mean, you couldn't possibly repair it.

It was all burned and scorched in a fire, I guess.

And that's why Mr. Montford came here,

because you see, we specialize in reproductions.

All the works came separately,

so all we have to do is put them back in

and finish it off, and you won't be able to tell it

from the original. Where is the original?

It's no good.

We threw it out, in the back.

Is it still there?

Well, we burn all our scrap.

I don't know, it could still be outside.

Hold it!

Listen, a seven-foot stereo console was

delivered here Wednesday; you know where it is?

Sure thing.

Well, where?

Right in there.

Burned it first thing this morning.

Took me half an hour to bust it up.

That thing was really built.

I, uh, I like to keep the place neat.

Hope it wasn't important.

Don't you know it's against the law

to have an open fire in this county?!

Well, mister, I've been doing it for 30 years.

Look, I'm sorry.

Well, that's that.

Gone forever.

I'm afraid so.

But it's going to be an absolutely

perfect copy, believe me.

Oh, I believe you, Mr. Harrison.

Why, thank you. Thank you.

Here, take a look at this inlay.

You know, it probably took them weeks to get that.

I'm supposed to do it in a few days.

People don't know.

That's a piece from the original console?

Uh-huh. Can I have it?

Sure, I have a sketch.

Thanks.

But that's all burnt and scorched.

It's absolutely lovely!

Thank you.

It's been an hour, Dave.

Now, the lab's got to have had time.

If there are any traces of blood, Joe,

they'll be found. Relax.

Lieutenant, I don't understand.

Why haven't you brought the Montfords in?

Because there's no evidence against them, Miss Salt.

But I've told you,

my uncle, Sir Arnold Salt, followed them here.

He can tell you.

If we can locate him.

But this is a big country.

Your uncle could be anywhere. Lieutenant...

Miss Salt!

You've got suspicions, he's got suspicions,

but nobody has any proof.

Oh, there'll be proof.

One dead woman.

Who?

And why was this possible victim killed?

By whom?

Joe, don't start pushing again.

Come in.

Anything? Sure, Lieutenant.

The surface of the wood was burned,

but we picked up blood traces, some cell tissue.

You can start working up an apology, Dave.

Any chance of identification on her? Her?

The victim. The woman.

Well, we checked it out.

The traces all fit.

The cell tissue belonged to a male in his 40s.

My uncle...

They killed my uncle!

I had it backwards!

What?

A man and a woman fighting, I just naturally assumed

it was the woman being killed, but it was the man.

There must have been somebody else there,

somebody I couldn't see.

No go.

What?

The blood was Phillip Montford's.

Are you sure, Dave?

I just talked to him.

There was a short in his stereo.

Started to burn.

He cut himself trying to put it out.

Well, he, he's lying.

He's willing to come in for a lab test.

He reported the damage Tuesday...

The day before you saw something, Joe...

And the hotel doctor treated him.

Had a nasty cut, lost some blood.

They could have set it up,

in case somebody traced the console.

Stop it, Joe!

Every time the evidence comes in, you call it fake.

I go by the facts, and the facts all fit.

The Montfords are leaving tomorrow.

They're going on a cruise.

Frankly, I'm very happy for them...

and for you.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm working on a real case.

You know the way out, Joe... I hope.

That's it, then.

Dead end. Oh, no.

Joe, the lieutenant, he meant it.

So do I.

You told me once never to be stubborn,

just adjust to the facts.

That's right.

And the facts include what I saw.

They include Barbara Montford framing me

and my car booby-trapped to kill me.

And my uncle has vanished.

Yeah. Now let's, uh...

let's be logical about it.

The first time I went up

to the Montford penthouse with Sergeant Kramer,

they said nothing had happened, absolutely nothing. So?

So why didn't they just say

they had a family argument, and they made up?

That would have turned me off on the spot.

Because they were frightened.

Exactly!

Now, they weren't sure what I had seen, so they lied.

Then they framed me again with a lie to get rid of me.

It just isn't right

that they'd have an explanation for everything.

Phillip Montford's a wealthy man.

But when his console is damaged,

he personally takes it down there for repairs.

Oh, sure, it's possible, but logical?

Not very.

But where can we go with it?

We go to the Montfords.

But they're leaving tonight.

Right. They're running scared.

Smart, but scared.

Up till now I have been pressuring them,

but what if they get hit

from another angle unexpectedly?

Say, somebody who they didn't even know was in town?

I'd be delighted.

Hey!

Yeah, you're right.

They've killed once.

They'd try it again.

It's too dangerous.

Now wait a minute.

They're not insane.

They wouldn't simply up and shoot me.

Especially if you were nearby.

Joanna...

when a crook gets uptight and scared, he explodes.

Murder is never sensible, but it does happen.

Yes, I know, but... I'd like to try.

All right. We tell them that the police have found

two kinds of blood on the wood,

that they've located the body,

and they're about ready to pick up the Montfords.

I tell them that?

Exactly that.

I'll be out on the terrace.

With luck, they'll blow up.

Without luck, we'll be right where we are now.

With a view of nowhere.

Good evening, Mannix.

You wouldn't be here visiting

Mr. and Mrs. Montford, would you?

Kramer... Because if you are, you're not.

Not for another 20 minutes or so.

Why another 20 minutes?

They'll be out of here and gone by then.

And you can stop running your head into a wall.

Now, just, uh, sit down over here.

Good evening, Barbara.

What are you doing here?

Visiting, darling.

Visiting.

Oh, leaving?

Or fleeing?

Get out.

Why? I have a most important message for you.

Where's Phillip?

I would like you both to hear

the unpleasant news at the same time.

He's out.

And if you don't leave, I shall call the hotel desk.

Go ahead.

It will only bring the police here just a little sooner.

What news?

They've found the body, you know.

A little careless of you, if I may say so.

But then, you always were a bit lazy weren't you, darling?

Where did you say Phillip was?

He's out, I told you.

And if you don't leave, Joanna,

I shall have great pleasure in kicking you out.

Very well.

But I shall have great pleasure in seeing you in the dock.

Uncle Arnold!

Yes, my dear. But I...

Kramer, uh, that girl I was with, Miss Salt,

she went up. She can go up.

Anybody can go up, except you.

Lieutenant's orders. She was going up to the Montfords.

She could be in trouble.

Sure. Getting strangled, maybe, huh?

Kramer, I've got to check on her!

No chance.

We'll put her body in our trunk,

and we'll be at sea before the morning.

Free.

But she is my niece.

You weren't so squeamish about killing Phillip,

my dear beloved ex-husband.

Twelve million is a great deal of money.

I helped you kill Phillip for that.

I'm not about... to stop for her.

You, uh... carrying a gun?

Come on, give it here.

Uh, excuse me, you got a match?

Mannix!

Where are the stairs?

Right around there. All right.

Here... kill her.

Well, do you want me to do it for you?

It's all right, ma'am.

It's all right.

Mannix, you must have gone nuts.

You're going to have a tough time believing this, Sergeant.