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Peter!

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As far as I can figure,

he must have fallen from the top of the stairs.

Neck snapped.

He was probably dead before he hit the bottom.

His sister looks about ready to fold up.

Oh?

Here, give her a couple of these.

Mild sedative.

Quite a guy, the old man.

Huh?

Oh, yeah.

You knew him?

Yeah, I used to work out of the Hollenbeck Division,

just a few blocks from here.

They'd pick up some guy all cut up in a knife fight

or something like that.

Doc Martin wouldn't just fix him up.

He'd come down to the station

to see that he got a fair shake.

Mm-hmm.

Did you check the windows upstairs for prints?

Yeah.

Um... medical examiner said these might, might help you.

No, thank you.

Well...

Well, I guess we've done

about all we can do for now, Miss Martin, uh...

I'm very sorry.

I'm afraid these... accidents...

happen.

Accidents?

If you're thinking

that your brother was a victim of foul play...

well, I only have to say that I think you're way off base.

And I can only say it was no accident.

Miss Martin, nothing appears to have been stolen.

These were on your brother.

Ring, gold ID bracelet,

wallet with nearly $200 in cash.

That's quite a lot for a thief to leave behind.

Don't you agree?

The, uh, police believe that my brother died

as the result of an accident.

I don't.

I think that someone murdered him,

and that's why I called you.

I want you to find that person.

Miss Martin, I know Adam Tobias...

The lieutenant handling the case... and if he says that...

I don't care what he says.

Someone broke into this house and killed my brother.

Didn't the police take fingerprint dustings?

They did everything

that a police force is expected to do.

That does not alter the fact that my brother is dead,

and whoever killed him is walking around alive.

Miss Martin... I'm sorry.

Mr. Mannix.

Does that mean that you won't take the case?

Well, it means I think

that I'd be taking money for nothing if...

What is it?

Uh... you stay right here.

What is it?

What's happening?

Somebody was out there hiding and watching the house.

Now, it's a small chance,

but it just may be worth checking into.

Too bad, hombre! You lose again!

What's your pleasure, amigo?

Beer.

Okay, but I don't think you'll like it.

Really?

It's the water.

You know, south of the border, no sanitation.

It's not the same, clean, good-flavor beer

like your Anglo beer.

Cerveza, por favor, Tres Guitarras.

Hey, that's good.

Maybe that's what we've got too much of

north of the border... Sanitation.

You know, I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Peter Martin. Know him?

Pete Martin?

Yeah. He lives in the neighborhood.

Thought he might drop in once in a while.

Let me see now.

Doc Martin's son.

That Pete Martin. Sure.

Why do you ask?

How's that?

He was killed last night.

Now, that's real funny.

Who killed him?

I did not say anybody killed him.

They say there was an accident in his home.

And you wouldn't know anyone who might tell me more about it.

No, I wouldn't.

Gracias.

That's good beer.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey! El toro bravo!

You know, you weren't doing so good.

Four Chicanos against one man? Shame!

You lose your way, Anglo?

I hadn't noticed.

You are on the wrong side of town though,

aren't you?

I mean, the smell down here... so bad.

The stinking factories!

Why don't you stay over on the clean side of the tracks?

I still have business on this side.

See how bright he is?

All Anglos are bright.

That's why they live in the big houses,

have the shiny cars, fancy schools.

But there's one thing

they're not too bright about these days,

and that's coming down here

where he's not wanted!

Anglo, you don't own the world anymore.

Not in this part of town, you don't.

My Chicanos are planning to convince you of that.

Now, you go out and get in that nice, shiny car,

and don't ever come snooping around here again.

Hey, wh-why're you chasing me?

What do you want? 1

What were you doing outside the Martin house?

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

Who is he?

What do you want?

I want to know why amigo here

has been spying on me wherever I go.

He does not spy.

If you don't get out of here, I call the police!

Why don't you do that?

Who are you?

Why are you bothering my brother?

He's been, uh, watching the Martin house.

I'd like to know why.

Was it for you?

Corre, Carlos!

Oops, what have we got here?

I don't have... What were you going to say?

You had a pretty big night.

What do you got, $500, a thousand?

Maybe you'll tell it to the police.

Yeah, Operator, get me police headquarters.

Get off the phone, Anglo.

I told you, get off the phone.

I warned you once.

You don't seem to remember too well.

Maybe we'll fix it so you remember next time.

Did you see how he was holding Carlos?

Treating him like a prisoner, like a dog.

Well, I figured he might be able to tell me a little bit

about the killing of, uh, Peter Martin.

Oh, so now Carlos is a murderer!

What are you, a one-man jury?

Take him around in the alley.

Police operator called in.

Good thing you didn't hang up.

They take anything from you?

No. Actually, it was the other way round.

Meaning what?

I relieved Carlos here of a few hundred dollars.

Just temporarily.

He sort of talked me out of it.

Where did you get that sort of dough, Carlos?

Better come with us, Mannix.

Hey, Anglo,

the next time you want to see some local color,

take the tourist route.

Over 800 bucks, and one of the bills fits perfectly

with one left torn in Peter Martin's wallet.

You want to try to explain that?

Look, Carlos, I want you to get this straight right now.

You don't have to tell me a thing.

That's your right.

But if there is some explanation that makes sense,

maybe we can wrap this thing up and you can go back home.

Now, you're entitled to a lawyer, Carlos.

You know that.

You know one that you'd like to advise you?

Is it okay if I call one to come down and talk to you?

Do you want to call your wife, Carlos?

Don't you think she'd like to hear from you?

Book him.

187 PC... murder.

What's eating you?

What?

I said what's eating you?

Ever since you've come back,

you've looked as though you swallowed something sour.

Yeah, I don't know, Peggy, I don't know.

Maybe it's just the way he dummied up.

He didn't ask for a lawyer, didn't ask for his wife.

Didn't say a word.

What could he have said?

You found him with $800 right out of Peter Martin's wallet.

Yeah.

Then if he broke in to steal,

how come he left almost $200 behind?

Maybe he had to cut out in a hurry.

You can grab a thousand as fast

as you can grab $800.

Maybe he was being smart;

trying to throw the police off.

That's not good enough.

Well, it did for a while.

Yeah.

Anybody else call today?

Just the garage.

It's time for your car to be serviced.

Oh, yeah, well,

make an appointment for me tomorrow, huh?

Right.

Car?

Yes, car.

You know, four wheels, a motor.

That's another thing.

What? The Jag?

What about it?

Peter Martin's XKE.

He lives in that old barn

with the furniture that's half worn away.

Now, where would he get that kind of money

to run around in an XKE?

There is such a thing as work, you know?

Uh-uh. What?

He didn't work.

Hey!

Where are you going?

Back to jail.

Joe, only for a minute, huh?

Yeah, thanks, Adam.

Carlos?

What you want?

You want me to sign your autograph book?

You catch people, twist their arms.

Tough man.

Go away.

I know I twisted your arm,

but I'm not sure you didn't deserve it.

Okay, I deserve it. Go away!

Valera... Go away, go away!

You listen to me, Valera!

You may not know it, but you're up for murder one!

If you've got an explanation for that $800,

you'd better tell me right now!

I marked an old lady on the street, how's that?

Why didn't you take all the money?

What made you leave part of it?

Oh, I'm kind.

I leave enough so he can have expensive funeral.

He always liked to go first class.

Now, Carlos...!

Carlos, I'm trying to find out what happened.

I'm trying to help you.

Maybe I misjudge you, huh, Anglo?

Maybe you're going to believe that $800 belonged

to this lousy Mexican, huh?

Maybe you're going to believe that

the honorable Mr. Peter Martin

cheat me out of it so he can spend it

on his fun and games and wire wheels.

What if I tell you that I didn't kill Mr. Peter Martin?!

Sure, you're gonna believe that.

Is that the truth?

Carlos!

Go away, Anglo.

You caught your rabbit!

What did you want to see me about?

Your brother.

I, uh, I have a few questions.

Yes, of course.

Miss Martin, where did your brother get his money?

His money?

He seemed to move around quite a bit...

Vegas, Palm Springs... He ran with an expensive crowd,

and that XKE Jag out front, well,

they aren't exactly cheap.

What are you saying, Mr. Mannix?

Miss Martin, I just came from Carlos Valera's cell.

He said he didn't steal that $800 from your brother.

Oh, he admitted taking it,

but he said it belonged to him,

that your brother cheated him out of it.

My brother cheated him?

He is a product of a ghetto and a killer.

You hear something that he says and you come here believing it?

Well, I didn't come here believing anything.

I know the case against Carlos Valera.

But your brother did have quite a bit of money.

I'd like to know where he got it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix.

My brother was a very good and a very decent man.

I'm not disputing that fact.

But you still haven't told me

where he got his money.

Well, he was involved in several business ventures.

Do you know what they were?

Well, just recently, he said something about an investment

in a small club on Sunset Boulevard.

My reports say that the only interest he had

on Sunset Boulevard was spending money, not making it.

Do you know if he ever had any large sums of money?

No.

Do you know of any place where he might have hidden it?

No, I don't.

Get out of here, Mr. Mannix.

Miss Martin, there's a man sitting in jail

charged with murder.

I'm beginning to believe he's not guilty.

Get out of this house.

You don't call me.

You don't ask for me.

I go crazy with worry.

Why do you worry?

When the TV don't work, maybe.

Not because you got no Carlos.

We all worry.

Mele, your friends, everyone.

You don't write to Quadalajara?

No, Carlos.

Anybody write?

No. I tell them not to.

Good.

If my mother hear about this,

I... I don't know what it will do to her.

Maybe it will kill her.

Do you have a lawyer?

Oh, yes.

They are very nice to me here.

Three meals a day,

two phone calls, one lawyer, free.

Not a very good lawyer, but free.

Oh, Carlos.

No te preocupes por mi, querida.

Voy a escapar de aqui.

Que?

Tengo un plan. Estoy bien. Voy a escapar.

¿Vas a escapar? No, no te atrevas.

Why? You don't think is such a good idea?

It is the worst thing you could possibly do.

If you say so, I stay here, okay?

Carlos, you didn't mean it, did you?

I thought you need a good laugh, so I made a joke.

You used to laugh at my jokes.

How can I laugh now?

You'd better get the lieutenant!

There's something wrong with Valera! Hurry!

I'll get Cantero.

No. Wait.

He's my brother.

We'll take care of this ourselves.

What do you want now?!

You take my husband! What else do you want?

The truth, Mrs. Valera.

What do you care about the truth?

Mrs. Valera, I'm not your enemy.

I may be able to help your husband.

May I come in?

Carlos says he's innocent,

and I'm inclined to believe him.

If he is innocent,

his life may depend upon his trusting me.

Why should he trust you?

Mrs. Valera, what did he mean

when he said the money belonged to him,

that Peter Martin cheated him?

Don't move!

Now, we're going to take care of you, Anglo.

No, Mele, you mustn't.

My brother!

Fancy Anglo going to kill my brother.

No, no, Mele.

Get in the other room!

You're going to die, Anglo.

Go on, fuera!

Now, Anglo...

No, please!

I'm sorry.

Wait.

My husband Carlos... He told you the truth.

I, I have no proof,

no more than Carlos had to give to the police,

but what he told you about Peter Martin is the truth.

Peter Martin steal from him, from us.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

He come to us.

He says he could fix it so Carlos' mother...

well, she's old and-and sick...

Can get into the States from Mexico.

Carlos trust him,

like everyone trust Dr. Martin's son.

Well, we give him everything we have,

give him all our money to get the papers.

Only he lie.

All he was doing was using the money

to buy his cars and his women!

Don't talk to him, Miriam.

Makes no difference.

He won't believe you.

It's the truth, I tell you.

$800!

When Carlos ask him for it back,

Martin laugh at his face.

Last night, Carlos go to Martin house.

I beg him not to,

but he say he going to get our money back.

Martin found him... tried to hit him.

He was drunk and fell down the stairs.

Carlos took only the money we had coming to us.

That's all he took.

But I have no proof.

No proof at all.

Who's going to believe me?

What's going on?

Any sign of Valera?

What are you talking about?

He escaped.

Escaped?

Attention, all units.

Man described as Carlos Valera

seen entering old Wrigley Field.

Attention, all units.

Cars ten, 13, move to Wrigley Field.

Cars 20 and two, move south along 13th.

That's it, here we go.

Block off that side street over there

and don't let him squeeze out.

You two cover that parking lot.

He could have ducked in there.

Okay?

Cars three and five, is the north end covered?

Over.

North end blocked off.

Over.

Keep tight and ready.

Remember, he's dangerous.

You've done your job.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Carlos Valera has escaped.

Yes, I know.

I heard it on the radio.

Miss Martin, I'd like to look

through your brother's belongings.

No.

You're not going to do anything, Mr. Mannix.

As far as I'm concerned, the case is closed,

and you're a trespasser on my property.

Valera's wife says

your brother was cheating them out of money,

supposedly for papers to bring Valera's mother

into this country.

Now, if you have any file cabinets or strongbox...

No, nothing.

You're not going to look through anything

in this house, Mr. Mannix.

I will not have you dirtying my brother's name

with your ridiculous suspicions.

Not even if he's guilty?

He's not guilty!

I already told you that.

Peter was not guilty of anything.

He was a Martin.

Maybe that's the answer.

Is it possible

that you're not as concerned about your brother's innocence

as you are about protecting the Martin name?

You're right, Mr. Mannix.

The Martin name means a great deal to me.

You may not understand this.

It's very pleasant for me to walk down the street

as the late Dr. Martin's daughter.

Perhaps you haven't noticed.

I'm alone.

Too many years have passed.

It's not likely to change now.

The Martin name is all I have.

Miss Martin... there's a man out there.

He's probably trapped like an animal.

He's scared, he's desperate, and he doesn't trust any Anglo.

Probably has no reason to, so...

if you have any doubt, any doubt at all about your brother,

please come with me.

If you just talk to him, tell him,

you might get through to him.

He might believe you and not get himself killed.

Gordon, a couple of men got in on the other side.

They're trying to check it out.

Okay, okay, you guys try it from this, and watch yourselves.

All right.

Valera.

This is Lieutenant Tobias.

You're completely surrounded.

There's no way out.

You haven't got a chance.

Now listen carefully.

Put your hands high above your head.

Walk out slowly, and you won't get harmed.

Valera.

Now listen carefully.

You haven't got a chance.

Put your hands high above your head.

Walk out slowly.

Valera.

Now listen carefully.

There's no way out.

You haven't got a chance.

Put your hands high above your head.

Walk out slowly, and you won't get harmed.

Hold it, Valera!

All right, hold it right there, Valera.

Hold it! Hold it or I'll fire!

We spotted Valera.

He's headed for the bleacher area.

Have the others pull in tight around the stadium.

And keep those people back.

Valera... this is the last warning.

Do as I tell you, and you won't get hurt.

Valera.

Do you hear me?

Do as I tell you, and you won't get hurt.

Carlos?

Carlos!

Carlos!

Carlos!

Stay where you are!

Don't move!

Carlos, don't do anything stupid.

Like what, shooting at you?

They have me already for one murder.

A man can't die twice.

Now listen to me, Carlos...

I believe you're innocent.

I believe you about the money,

Peter Martin, the whole package.

I want to help you.

I can, if you'll let me.

If you don't give yourself up, you'll only get yourself killed.

Keep talking.

Reminds me of the fairy tales

they told me when I came to this country.

Valera.

This is a last warning.

Do as I tell you and you won't be hurt.

Valera, do you hear me?

Sure.

Carlos, wait!

Carlos!

All right, Mr. Mannix,

the Anglos kill me, I'll kill you.

KATHERINE: Mr. Valera?

Carlos Valera?

Do you hear me?

Please listen to me. This is Katherine Martin.

I have something to tell you.

Please... please listen to me.

I know you were cheated.

My brother cheated you.

He did a terrible thing.

I know that now.

The money that you took, that-that was your own.

I found proof.

My brother was cheating you, just as he cheated others.

Mr. Valera, please listen to me.

Don't do anything more to harm yourself.

Please, please, come out.

I know my brother cheated you.

Please, please come out.

Miss Martin, she says... she says...

I uh... went through my brother's things

and I found this... money and these forged papers.

May I... see you home, Miss Martin?

Yes.

Thank you very much, Mr. Mannix.

Mannix...?

Oh, I'll check with you later, Adam.

I'm so sorry.

You know...

you are...

funniest Anglo I ever met.