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Come on, boy.

What's bothering you?

What is it?

What do you see?

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It was right there.

I heard the police sirens,

watched the crowd gather

without knowing what was wrong or who it was.

Everyone keeps saying it was an accident.

Everyone but you?

Well, they say Roger misjudged his position,

surfaced in the wrong place,

hit his head under the pier and drowned.

What do you think happened?

I don't know.

And that's why I called you, Mr. Mannix.

Roger was a wonderful waterman.

Look.

Swimming, water polo, surfing.

Roger couldn't have made a mistake like that.

I think he was murdered.

Why?

I don't know.

Was he working on a case... Anything that would...

No.

Roger hadn't practiced law for years.

But he was in the middle of some sort of business deal

with Andre Korvak.

Korvak?

He's here in California?

Yes.

That's his boat at the end of the dock.

The Stella Polaris.

They worked on board all last night,

trying to settle the deal.

Please help me, Mr. Mannix.

Ellie, I am...

I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had company.

Oh, this is Tommy Hewitt, a neighbor.

Mr. Mannix is a private detective.

Oh? Mr. Hewitt,

you live here at the marina?

One of the back apartments... Bachelor Row.

Why a private detective?

I'm an attorney. You could've come to me.

Mrs. Barton thinks her husband was murdered.

Murdered?

What is your professional opinion, Mr. Hewitt?

I'm surprised.

Mrs. Barton is upset.

I think she's wrong.

It was an accident.

Mr. Barton was a champion swimmer.

There's a man in the Palisades that climbed Mount Everest.

Last week, going upstairs to his bedroom he tripped,

broke his leg.

Meaning that even a champion swimmer

can have an accident.

Meaning that no one is totally safe.

I'll remember that.

I'll, uh, get back to you, Mrs. Barton.

If you're here for the cocktail party, you're early.

I'm a gate-crasher.

You're Carla Renate.

I saw you in... The Lonely Street.

I liked your walk.

That picture was made in Italy three years ago.

The Italian producers are only interested in sex.

But in France, I became an actress.

When did you become a sailor?

About six weeks ago.

Andre Korvak is very interested in art.

I understand he's got quite a collection.

Uh, where might I find him?

Oh, he's up there.

Getting in shape.

Est bien?

Au besoin l'on connait l'ami.

Je suis fatigué.

C'est tout.

Merci, Monsieur Korvak.

Well done.

A poor fisher boy doesn't amass a shipping empire

by being 100% gentleman.

Who are you?

My name is Mannix.

I'm a friend of Mrs. Roger Barton?

Oh, poor woman.

I sympathize with her.

May I offer you some champagne?

Yeah, thank you.

Un autre verre.

Your health, Mr. Mannix. Santé.

Now, how can I help you?

I'm a private investigator.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

Of course.

What kind of a business deal

were you and Roger Barton involved in?

Business deal?

We were good friends.

We played cards.

Business? Never.

Barton told his wife

he was working on a deal with you.

Uh, she said he was here on your boat all of last night.

You are a man of the world,

I take it, Mr. Mannix.

When a married man stays out all night,

his wife requires some explanation.

Excuse me a moment.

Carla!

Per piacere momento.

Yes, Andre?

Carla, who was here last night?

Only Roger.

Roger Barton.

What happened?

You played gin, and you lost $4,572.

You remember the exact amount?

Yes, I do 'cause it was $72 more

than a charming little bracelet I looked at yesterday.

What time did he, uh, did he leave the boat?

About 11:00.

Perhaps a little after.

See, Andre is very gullible.

He's too trusting with people.

I sometimes suspected Roger's honesty...

At cards, I mean.

What is your interest, Mr. Mannix?

Mrs. Barton thinks her husband was murdered.

It's understandable.

In her grief, she is looking for some explanation

for her tragic loss.

Oh, more wine, Mr. Mannix?

Oh, no, no.

I think I've taken enough of your time.

Oh, please.

This is my home for the summer.

Feel free to come aboard anytime you wish.

I just may do that.

Cara mia... borna de presna.

Joe!

Joe Mannix!

What the devil are you doing here?

If the place is good enough for an ex-cop,

it's good enough for me.

Well, it sure looks like it agrees with you, Dave.

Yep, lung healed up fine.

Jogging, I wheeze a little.

Otherwise, great.

There isn't much to keep a man busy around here,

but you can't fault the climate. Yeah.

Well, Joe, what can I do for you?

Tell me about Roger Barton's death.

Nasty accident.

What if it wasn't... An accident, I mean?

Can you think of anybody who'd want him dead?

You can't think of anybody

somebody wouldn't want dead, Joe.

What do you know about Andre Korvak?

Oh, he's here for the summer.

He's not a guy who gives you a warm, friendly feeling,

but he's never made any trouble.

Boat never even leaves the dock.

What is it, Joe?

Uh, business slow?

Trying to drum up some trade?

Fill me in on Tommy Hewitt.

What about him?

Lawyer. Lives here. Bachelors Row.

Nothing.

Except that, uh,

he's in love with Barton's widow...

and she thinks her husband was murdered.

Joe, an ex-cop, you know,

that's like a firehorse.

If you've got something solid, I'll break my neck to check it.

If you're just gonna make trouble, I work for this marina.

It's my job to keep things smooth.

Ellen Barton says her husband was on

Korvak's boat last night, working on a deal.

Last night? That's impossible.

He couldn't because...

Because why, Dave?

Look, Joe, drop it.

And don't look at me like that.

I know, I owe you.

I didn't say a word.

Joe, you didn't save my life to do me a favor.

You just happened to be after the same gunman that night.

It could have been you trapped in that alley.

Which is why I didn't mention it.

Where was Roger Barton last night, Dave?

Barbara Stoner.

Who's she?

Oh, some doll from the East.

So?

I'm an old cop turned out to pasture.

It's a lush pasture, Joe.

I want to keep it that way.

What about Barbara Stoner?

Barton went to her apartment around midnight.

They got an early breakfast from room service.

You're still a great cop, Dave.

Excuse me, uh, I've got a problem.

I need a drink and, uh, I'm not a member of the Yacht Club.

I'm only a guest member myself for the summer,

so drink quickly.

You're very kind, Miss...?

Stoner. Barbara Stoner.

Joe Mannix.

I'll, uh,

have the same thing Miss Stoner's drinking.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure that's your only problem?

A drink?

Well, I'm really here because of something

that happened yesterday.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm working for Ellen Barton.

What a shame.

For a second there, you really looked thirsty.

You see, she, uh, thinks someone murdered her husband.

Ah, thank you.

She probably knows.

If anyone had a reason to kill Rog, she had.

Because of you?

You see, living in a marina is like living in a fishbowl.

People saw you together.

Mr. Mannix, a woman doesn't take a man away from his wife.

He walks away.

But you did know that he was married.

Yes, I knew he was married.

I knew the problems.

But it happened.

I'm really very shocked.

But he's dead, and I don't like questions.

My father doesn't know about Rog and me.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Father.

This is Mr. Mannix.

How do you do? Mr. Stoner.

Sit down.

I, uh, don't think I've seen you

at the club before, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, no, no, I, uh...

I just came in quite recently.

So did we.

Wonderful life, isn't it?

My plant's in Bedford, Massachusetts.

I'd move out here in a flash if it weren't for that...

Now that Barbara's out of college.

You live here at the marina?

No.

No, I'm just here to look around myself.

Where did you say, uh, you two met?

On the Howards' boat.

An unforgettable afternoon.

I don't know where the time goes.

Barbara, it was great seeing you again.

Uh, my pleasure, Mr. Mannix.

Well, thank you. Nice meeting you, Mr. Stoner.

Barbara.

Oh, Joe...

it was wonderful seeing you again.

No question about drowning, Joe.

I talked to the medical examiner.

Saltwater, both lungs.

The only mark is that bruise in the left frontal area.

Hmm. No skull fracture.

From which the M.E. concluded Roger Barton drowned.

Right.

How do you reconstruct it, Dave?

Well... he was diving, ran out of air,

surfaced too fast, hit his head,

lost consciousness and drowned.

Got wedged between the pilings.

And the bruise is where he hit.

Sounds reasonable.

Which dock?

This one, directly in front of his apartment.

Do you feel certain it was an accident?

The police said accident.

The M.E. said accident.

Why should I swim against the tide?

Is there any chance he could've been killed out of water?

You're not still looking for murder, are you, Joe?

Wait a minute, could the blow on his head alone have killed him?

Yes, it's possible.

Use your phone?

But if he'd been killed out of the water,

there wouldn't have been water in his lungs.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, Peggy,

I want a quick rundown on Tommy Hewitt.

He's an attorney for Potter and Allison.

Right.

And then get me a rundown on a Robert Stoner, Electronics.

Bedford, Massachusetts.

Oh, and his daughter, Barbara.

And then you can bring the reports down here

to, uh, Dave Wright's office.

Sea air may do you some good.

Right.

Might do me some good, too.

It's a Traggert.

Foreign make.

The kids like it because it's cheap.

If they happen to lose one, it's no tragedy.

What if they lose it in a man's back?

Dave!

Peg!

How are you?

Peg, it's good to see you.

How've you been? Just fine.

How's Toby?

Up to here in Little League.

He's a star first baseman.

His dad would have been proud of him.

I think so, Dave.

Hey, this is really living!

What did you find out, Peggy?

Oh, about that lawyer.

"Thomas Clayton Hewitt, graduated UCLA, top ten.

"Passed California State Bar, 1967.

"Joined Potter and Allison, 1967.

"West Coast Tennis Singles Champion, 1969.

"Member of the Underwater Archeological Team.

Holds record in free dive..."

Nice going.

Tommy Hewitt's apartment, please.

What did I say?

Oh, he went sailing?

Do you have any idea when he'll be back?

Thanks.

Dave, um, I'm going to need your master key.

What?!

Not a chance.

Dave, you remember a man trapped in an alley?

Let's go.

Our lawyer won't get points for neatness. Mm.

Yeah, I think we'll be safe for a while.

That could hurt a little.

Do you think it had your name on it?

No, it's the wrong brand.

It's made in the U.S.A..

What'd you find out about the Stoners?

Robert Stoner has an electronics firm in Bedford,

as advertised.

What are you gonna do about this Hewitt guy?

The Stoners, Peggy?

He's a subcontractor on several defense programs.

Mainly environmental... Whatever that means.

Lives in Bedford, widower, wife died in 1964.

One child, daughter named Barbara.

Some child!

She goes to school in Sands Point, Maine.

Wrong.

She's finished college. She's here.

Finished college?

She's a baby.

She's only 15.

In about, uh, 60 seconds,

that young lady is gonna receive a phone call.

How do you know?

Mr. Lincoln told me.

Absolutely.

Excuse me.

I have this problem.

Now, if you were gonna recommend a place for dinner,

where would it be?

Amelio's, if you like Italian food.

I do.

Do you? Will you?

I do.

I will.

I'm glad we had this little chat.

Dinner's hours away.

How shall we make the afternoon go?

Well, now, I'm gonna let you make that decision.

Miss Stoner, you have a phone call.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, uh, when the young lady gets back,

would you tell her I was called away on an emergency?

I need prints on that, Dave,

first thing in the morning.

First thing in the morning.

Joe, these things take time.

We haven't got time.

Okay.

When did the Stoners get here?

Uh, he got here yesterday.

The daughter came earlier.

I think it was last Saturday.

You know, Dave, when the marina hired you

they got a real bargain.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Mannix.

Come in.

Uh, can I get you something?

A drink? No, no, thank you.

Mrs. Barton, uh,

I have something to tell you

and there's no easy way to do it.

Your, uh, husband wasn't

on Korvak's boat last night.

He was with a girl.

You mean Barbara Stoner?

You knew?

She was the last in a long, long line.

Roger was a brilliant man with lots of wonderful qualities,

but fidelity wasn't one of them.

Hmm.

Do you have any idea

when this thing with Barbara Stoner started?

Last Saturday.

The day she arrived?

She barely had time to check in.

Roger never wasted an opportunity.

Hmm.

You sound as though you, uh,

didn't like your husband very much, Mrs. Barton.

I loved him once, but like?

No. Not really.

Then, uh, why did you hire me?

It's in the rules.

He was my husband,

and I think I ought to find out who killed him.

When did your husband first mention the deal

with Andre Korvak?

Well, I told you, he never discussed business.

I heard him make a few calls,

set up a meeting.

It was all very routine until a few days ago.

Do you remember what day that was?

Thursday.

He seemed suddenly very excited,

busier than I've ever seen him before.

How do you mean, busy?

Oh, running to the public library,

pacing around the apartment, brooding.

What was he doing at the library?

Getting these.

"Hyperbaric Pulmonary Gas Exchange."

Was your husband that interested in scientific subjects?

Well, he did some scuba diving, but scientific, no.

I never knew Roger to get serious

enough to study.

What about Tommy Hewitt?

Tommy?

You said your husband didn't like him.

Why?

I don't remember saying that.

Anyway, what's that got to do with what's happened?

Well, uh, I got the distinct impression

that Mr. Hewitt is in love with you.

Yes, he is.

Did your husband know that?

Roger had enough to keep himself busy.

I'm not sure whether he would have cared.

Anyway, I gave him no reason.

Why did you ask about Tommy?

Well, he's also interested in marine archeology.

Good morning, Mr. Hewitt.

Still here, Mr. Mannix?

Hey, you're a pretty good sailor.

Sailing's my first love.

Oh, my mistake.

Uh, I thought Ellen Barton was your first love.

Ellen said you were a difficult guy.

She's not really serious about Roger being murdered, is she?

Oh, she's serious.

I'm afraid she's closer to hysteria than she realizes.

Sometimes the loss of a husband can be upsetting.

As a lawyer would say,

she is now free and unencumbered.

Mr. Mannix, we learn the, uh, provocation tactic

in second-year law school.

Get the witness angry, off guard,

he might say something you want to hear.

I'll now make three voluntary statements:

Roger Barton was a louse;

I love Ellen Barton;

and I'm going to marry her.

The report on the girl's fingerprints, Joe.

You wouldn't get any quicker service

if you went to the FBI.

Well, what do you know?

Big surprise, huh?

Big enough.

Dave, I'm really glad

I didn't let that hood kill you seven years ago.

Thanks.

Oh, I'll need the master key again.

Oh, it's you.

I got your farewell message.

Oh, I'm sorry I had to run out like that.

Could we have our drink now?

I never get stood up twice.

I'm going for a swim.

Sandra Markham.

Name mean anything to you?

A cop.

And you have such a nice face.

Hmm. Now, why don't you tell this nice face

about your relationship with "Daddy"

and with the late Roger Barton?

I told you, I'm going for a swim.

Easter Bazaar.

Oak Knoll, Long Island.

You were implicated in a jewel theft.

What do you want?

Who hired you to come here?

He did. Stoner.

Why?

To meet Roger Barton, set up a relationship.

Why? I don't know why!

That's the truth.

Stoner wanted him for a contact.

As a lead to Korvak?

I guess so.

The two of them spent a great deal of time

on the boat together.

I don't know what the deal was.

Who killed Barton?

Killed him?

Everyone said it was an accident.

Honest, I don't know anything about that.

What was the deal with Andre Korvak?

Whatever it was, it's finished tonight.

Stoner and I are to leave tonight

to get paid off.

He's already bought my airline ticket.

He's not in.

Safer to say he doesn't answer.

Joe, look.

He's getting ready to leave.

Peggy, check the closet.

Nothing.

Hmm, movies.

A real tourist.

Yeah.

Pull up a chair, Peggy... showtime.

Boy, that's something I'd really love to do.

It's like floating.

That's not scuba gear.

Look how small it is.

You know how big normal air tanks are?

That's right.

What's that he's breathing through?

What's, what's that supposed to be?

All right, now, just who are you?

You're the private cop.

I wish you amateurs would keep out of this.

Gordon, Naval Intelligence.

Naval Intelligence?

Yeah, that's what it says here, too.

All right, let's talk about it.

Why have you been tailing me?

Well, not you, exactly.

Stoner, then, why?

Well, there was a security leak

on a naval experimental system,

and all personnel having access

to the security area are being checked.

You don't know who is responsible,

but Stoner was an important subcontractor...

Therefore had access.

That's, uh, close enough.

You want to know if Stoner stole something.

I want to know if he killed someone.

Look, uh, did this security leak

have anything to do with underwater gear?

I can't discuss that.

Where's Stoner?

I don't know.

My hunch is that whatever is missing has been bought

or in the process of being sold.

Mannix, why don't you stop sparring

and give me some information?

Funny, that's precisely the question I was about to ask you.

Oh, Dave, uh, find out where Stoner is.

And don't pick him up, just find out where he is.

I'm in his apartment.

All right, Gordon, let's stop playing games.

Now, Stoner sent a girl out here

to make contact with Roger Barton.

The man who drowned?

He was the middleman.

He could introduce Stoner to Korvak to negotiate the deal.

Now, somewhere along the line,

I figure Barton found out how important the deal was

and, uh, got greedy.

That cost him his life.

Well, Stoner's not on Korvak's boat.

We've been watching that.

Where's the girl?

In her apartment.

I left her high and dry.

Looks like she's gone.

Well, maybe the two of them made a run for it.

What are you thinking?

I don't know.

Is she dead?

Stoner, you think?

I don't know, but it sure fits the general pattern.

Meaning what?

Lipstick.

Suffocation is the only way I know

to drown a person on dry land.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Yeah, Dave.

Oh, he did, huh?

Oh, Dave, the girl's up here dead.

Call the police.

Well, Stoner just drove out of the marina,

burning rubber.

He had a pretty good reason.

He either got what he was waiting for,

or he turned scared and skipped out.

Oh, you'd better put out an APB on him.

I'm grateful for your help, Mannix,

but we've got our own network and our own techniques.

They're hoisting a dinghy aboard the Stella Polaris.

What?

They're preparing to get underway.

Once he's outside the territorial waters,

no one can touch him.

Where's he going?

To the nearest buyer.

But what is he going to sell?

Whatever it is he's got.

You're not gonna try to stop him alone, are you?

Tell Gordon where I'm going.

Right.

Mr. Mannix.

I, uh, I was looking for Mr. Korvak.

Down below, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, I see you've taken a crash course in English.

Below, please.

Since you understand English,

I think we ought to have a little talk.

About what?

This tear in your wet suit.

An accident.

Which happened while you were drowning Roger Barton.

He must've put up quite a struggle before he died.

Down below, Mr. Mannix.

That will be quite enough, Mr. Mannix.

Please sit down, Mr. Mannix.

I'm sorry I can't offer you champagne this time,

but we're sailing at once.

Now, what was that commotion?

He knows how Roger Barton was killed.

I underestimated you, Mr. Mannix.

Well, a good waterman like Roger Barton...

I guess it took the both of you to drown him, huh?

Oh, uh, who had the pleasure of smothering Barbara?

And I'll bet you are the one

that took that potshot at me with a spear gun.

I'll assign the credits due

while we're getting out of American territorial waters.

After that,

I'm afraid I'll have to dispose of you.

Get underway.

As soon as we clear the channel,

set the course at 273.

Wide open.

Yes, sir.

Do you really think you can get away with those stolen plans?

You knew about the plans.

I did underestimate you, Mr. Mannix.

Where do you think you're gonna market the device?

Anything atomic is gonna be fairly expensive.

Any government on earth will pay for it.

Extracting oxygen from seawater.

Beautiful simplicity of it.

Add a tank of helium and a man could, theoretically,

operate almost forever underwater.

Men, ships, cities.

And I control that device.

But you will not extract

oxygen underwater, Mr. Mannix,

because when you go overboard,

you won't be wearing one of the devices.

All right, this ship isn't going anywhere, gentlemen.

Well, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

I'm afraid it'll be a long time

before I have an opportunity again.

Mr. Mannix was kind enough to serve champagne.

Gordon, if it's the plans you're after,

I think you'll find them in that desk.

If not, there's a safe around.

Compliments of an amateur.

You sure get around, Mannix.

Did you pick up Stoner?

With the payoff.

A half-a-million dollars.

Here it is.

Andre, what is it?

Oh, I'm afraid I have bad news for you, Miss Renate.

Please, I have done nothing.

You'd better cable Rome.

Why?

I'm afraid you're gonna have to go back

to making Italian movies.

Well, Dave, I'll see you in a dark alley sometime, huh?

Oh, Joe, before you leave, the master key.

Oh, yeah.

Mrs. Barton,

they caught the men that killed your husband.

No, no, Tommy Hewitt wasn't one of them.

That's why you called me, wasn't it?

You thought maybe he did it.

I was afraid.

If he had killed Roger, it would've been for me.

Because he loved you?

Don't you see, I had to be sure?

Now you're sure.