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Pickman.

Oh, yes, sir.

That stuff came in last night.

I think so.

I-I'll check it right...

Yes, yes, sir, I'll check it right away.

Right away.

♪ ♪

Sergeant Ives will want to see this.

Sergeant.

Looks like the stuff from the Jorgen heist.

Nearly a hundred of these, Sergeant.

In a crate marked "Industrial Machinery"

and weighted down with lead.

Fenneman Furs, quality stuff.

Other labels, too.

All the best stores in town.

It's a regular clearinghouse.

Sergeant?

Look at this.

In your division, aren't they?

Yeah, Officers Warren Hoxie and Vic Heineman.

Looks like they've been on the take a long time.

250 a week.

Goes back nearly two years.

That'd be almost as long as this series of unsolved burglaries.

Dan? Yeah?

Marcus Fair was an old pal of yours, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was killed in the Jorgen heist.

He had a wife and a kid.

She works for Joe Mannix.

All he left behind was the Medal of Valor.

Looks like they gave it to the wrong man.

What's that supposed to mean?

He was on the take.

Sorry, Sergeant.

His name's in the book, too.

♪ ♪

Take it back! Take it back!

Take it back! Take it back!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh.

What...? Wait a minute.

What brought this all on?

Well?

I think my mother wants me, Mrs. Fair.

Okay, Billy.

No one's keeping you.

Anyway, I just said what I heard on the radio.

What's the matter, Toby?

Did he say that O.J. Simpson was a better player

than Mike Garrett?

Well, Toby, honey.

He said Daddy was a crooked cop.

Peggy, just because

his name was on a list doesn't prove anything.

Toby...

now, you know your father was a good cop, don't you?

Oh, yes, sir, I know.

Or they wouldn't have given him this, would they?

Medal of Valor.

Now, that's really something, isn't it?

You only get it for g-gall...

Gallantry above and beyond the call of duty.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Toby, you wash up for dinner now.

Okay, Mommy.

Hi, Dan!

Hi, Peg.

Peggy, this is Lieutenant Burdette.

Hello.

Uh, may we come in?

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, hi, Dan.

Joe.

Oh, this is my boss, Mr. Mannix, Lieutenant Burdette.

Hello, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Peg.

A search warrant?!

What are you looking for?

Just what it says there... Stolen furs and jewelry.

I'll take this room.

But my son's in there.

Well, you better call him in here, then.

Oh, there's no stolen property in the boy's room, Lieutenant.

You can take my word for it.

I'm not interested in your word,

and I'd advise you just to keep out of this, Mr. Mannix, huh?

Cool it, will you, Larry?

Now we got a job to do.

You don't have to throw your weight around to do it.

Well, the officers on the payoff list got a little bonus...

Stolen furs and jewelry for their girlfriends.

And you think Marc...

I haven't any furs,

and this is the only jewelry that I own.

May I see them?

That's out, Larry.

They were married for over eight years.

Have you had those rings for eight years, Mrs. Fair?

You don't have to say a word unless you want to, Peggy.

Marcus couldn't afford to buy me an engagement ring

before we were married.

He gave this to me on our seventh anniversary.

And when was that?

Two months before he was killed.

Well, you know where he bought it, don't you, Peggy?

It was a surprise.

Now, if none of the merchants identify this

as stolen property, it will be returned to you.

This, uh... this your room, Mrs. Fair?

If you don't mind.

I know where everything is.

Well, we, uh, might as well get this over with.

Oh, come on now, Dan.

There's nothing in this room but the boy's clothes and toys.

Look, Joe, I don't like this any better than you do.

Marcus was my friend, too.

We started on the force the same time.

Yeah, I know, I know.

That buddy of yours, Burdette...

He's got all the charm of a tiger snake.

Yeah, well,

Larry takes this thing very personally.

He won't be satisfied till he pulls this thing apart

and spits the pieces into the garbage can.

Why take it out on Peggy?

Well, I suppose because

the other two guys weren't really locals.

They were transfers from Coronado Park.

Dan... what have they got against Marcus

besides his name being on that list?

One... all the robberies occurred in his area.

His and Warren Hoxie's.

They were both assigned to Patrol Car A-67.

Two... we've dug up witnesses who spotted the car at the scene

of two of the robberies.

Apparently, Joe,

they were standing lookout for the burglars.

Wait a minute. Marcus was killed

trying to prevent that jewelry store burglary.

Not according to the man who killed him.

Donnelly?

He was convicted and sent up for life.

Yeah, well, he's appealing.

He's claiming self-defense.

He claims Marcus wasn't acting as a police officer.

Well, as what then?

As an accomplice.

Sure, Marcus was my accomplice.

He was in on it all the way.

Why didn't you plead self-defense at the first trial?

You're putting me on, man.

Who'd have taken my word against a dead hero's?

His unsupported word, at that.

But it isn't unsupported now, Mr. Mannix.

There's corroboration.

The payoff list.

Exactly.

Clayton, tell Mr. Mannix

precisely what happened that night.

It was a real smooth operation,

or at least we thought it was going to be.

Man, you scared me half to death.

What are you doing in here, anyway?

You're supposed to be outside keeping an eye out.

While you guys lap up the real gravy, huh?

He was half drunk,

or maybe he wouldn't have done what he did.

What have you got in your hand?

Unset diamonds, but look, Marcus, you...

And hard to trace, huh?

I'll take 'em as my cut.

Look, you get yours in payoff.

Now, get outside where you belong.

Okay, hand 'em over, Clay.

I was lucky, believe me.

He was too smashed to shoot the side of a barn.

But you weren't, and you killed him?

Well, it's self-defense.

Your word against a dead man's, right?

Right.

And some names and figures you call a payoff list.

Oh, that isn't all we've got against Fair, Mr. Mannix.

There's more.

What?

A witness who actually saw him accept a bribe.

From whom?

I'd rather not go into that just now.

Hmm. Who's the witness?

My girl, Hettie Wills.

Please, Clay!

That's in confidence, Mr. Mannix.

There are other matters

I want you to concentrate on if you're going

to work for us.

Sorry.

But Sergeant Ives implied you were available.

Ives was wrong.

I've already got a client.

Who?

Oh, I don't think you'd know him, Mr. Ogilvie.

He's only eight years old.

Thanks, Vic.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I thought I told you to take a couple of days off.

I had to come in, Joe.

Look, why don't you go home and relax

and let me handle this, huh?

I'm not a porcelain doll, okay?

Okay.

Donnelly says his girl actually saw Marcus

accept a bribe.

I don't believe it!

No, but if she's gonna testify,

she's gonna have to identify the man who paid him the bribe.

He must be the one who put Marcus's name

on the payoff list.

I'd like to know why.

Avery Pickman?

The manager of the warehouse?

Maybe.

The police think so.

Peggy, Donnelly's girlfriend's name is Hettie Wills.

See if you can locate her.

Okay.

Would you, for me, go see Warren Hoxie, Marcus's old partner?

I think he'd help us if he could.

Is he in custody?

No, just suspended.

He's at 614 Fifth.

Apartment 309.

♪ ♪

Can't you let the dead rest in peace?

How about Marcus Fair, Hoxie?

Can he rest in peace?

I'm the living dead, friend.

He's the dead dead. They can't hurt him anymore.

They can hurt his wife and kid.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Peggy Fair works for me.

What do you want?

You can help me.

Me?

How?

I'd like to know how Marcus Fair's name got on that list.

It's all they've got against him.

Well, that's all they got against any of 'em.

Is it?

I heard you and Heineman wrapped some furs

around your girlfriends.

We bought 'em off a street peddler.

Can you prove it?

Can they prove I didn't?

Is that the story you told Internal Investigation?

I didn't give them any story.

On the advice of counsel, I took the Fifth.

I see.

You see what?

They can bust me off the force,

but why should I talk myself into prison?

You can't clear Marcus Fair

without incriminating yourself, is that it?

Maybe, maybe not.

But what's a dead's man reputation worth

compared to seven years in the pen?

Look, if Marcus is clean I'm clean,

and so is Heineman.

Don't forget we were all in the same boat together.

What boat?

Patrol Car A-67.

I thought the letter "A" stood for a two-man car.

It does.

Heineman filled in on Fair's days off.

What are you doing here, Mannix?

Well, that's between me and my client, Lieutenant.

You gonna get out of my way, or do I walk right through you?

You were here to see Warren Hoxie, weren't you?

I'm trying to clear Marcus Fair.

Any objections?

The police can wash their own dirty linen

without your help.

Maybe I can furnish the soap.

Don't get smart with me, Mannix.

Technically, Lieutenant, that's assault.

You like to try for battery?

Yes, Hettie Wills.

Oh, look, Vic, are you giving me the runaround, by any chance?

Because of Marcus.

All right, all right.

I take it back.

Yeah.

Thanks, anyway, Vic.

Hmm.

What was that all about?

I was trying to find someone down at headquarters

to give us a lead on locating Hettie Wills.

But all of a sudden, I'm an outsider.

It's not you, Peggy.

It's me.

Why you?

Well... forget it.

Hey, what about that license number?

Oh, I'm getting that.

At least Katie down in DMV still likes me.

Oh, Dan.

Hi.

Hey, Dan, what's up?

Oh, just a certain Lieutenant's dander.

Word to the wise, Joe.

Stay away from him.

You came all the way down here to tell me that?

Well, I-I was in the neighborhood.

Then have a cup of coffee.

Thanks, Joe.

I've got to go.

Dan...

who was assigned to Car A-67 the dates of the burglaries?

Marcus and Hoxie, I guess.

I... Not Heineman and Hoxie?

I should have thought of it.

I just didn't think about Heineman

being Hoxie's partner.

He only filled in occasionally.

Joe, you mean,

on the night of the burglaries...

If they occurred on Marcus's night off...

Which I suspect is what we'll find out.

Thanks, Dan.

No... don't mind me.

I choke up watching commercials.

I'll check those dates, Joe.

Thanks, Dan.

Hey.

Hey now, take it easy.

Good night, Mrs. Hackett, and thank you.

Hello, Mommy. Hi, darling.

I didn't mean to wake you up.

I like to be waked up like that.

Did Mrs. Hackett give you dinner?

Then off to bed.

Mr. Mannix, will they take this back now?

Well, of course not, Toby.

Peggy, uh, does this book mean anything to you?

It's Marcus's daybook.

I couldn't bring myself to look at it

after he was killed.

Look at this. Routine reports.

Investigations under progress.

Complaints answered.

And then the last four days, nothing but numbers.

Why?

I don't know.

Tell me, uh, those last few days of his life,

what was Marcus's attitude?

Attitude?

His state of mind.

Troubled.

More troubled than I'd ever seen him.

Honey, what's bothering you?

Nothing, Peg. Oh, come on now.

I know better than that.

You've been worried sick these past few days.

Isn't it bad enough to be a policeman's wife

without having to put up with his problems?

You concentrate on the loving,

leave the worrying to me.

Then he went back to his daybook.

Then later...

What's wrong, honey? Nothing.

I have to go out for a while.

But you're off duty tonight.

A cop's never off duty, honey.

Take care.

One more for the road?

A man could get smashed on those.

And that was the last night?

And earlier in the evening he was brooding over this book?

Yes.

Then, even though he was off duty,

he went out.

There's a connection.

He wasn't patrolling...

I don't think he just, uh, blundered onto that robbery.

I think he knew it was gonna happen.

Then he would have reported it.

What if he wasn't sure? What if he just had a hunch?

What if he suspected his partner of being involved?

And Hoxie was, you know.

Oh, that would have torn Marcus up pretty badly

to inform on a fellow officer.

Yeah, particularly on a hunch.

Peggy, Marcus was too good a cop

not to keep up his daybook.

And he did keep it up, but in such a way

that he wouldn't hurt his friend

if his hunch happened to be wrong.

I think this is a code.

Elementary.

Can you decode it?

Sure. How long will it take?

A day, maybe.

You know, I've got to admit, Bobby,

I never really believed those stories

about you being with G-2.

You really were an intelligence officer.

If you saw my old uniform, you'd believe it.

Shiny only in the seat of the pants.

Another case

of the Army putting a round peg in a square hole, huh?

No, not so.

Musicians make great cryptologists.

They have a natural ear for it.

To say nothing of the eye.

What's this, but a code?

With its bars and clefs,

sharps and flats, majors and minors?

There's a call for you, Mr. Mannix.

Ah, thank you.

I'll get back to you.

♪ ♪

Hello.

Joe, I finally got it.

Hettie Wills lives at 5693 Peck Place.

How'd you manage it?

Marcus had a lot of friends beside policemen.

I spread the word and one of them just got back to me.

Joe...

when you see her, I want to go with you.

Sure.

Hettie Wills?

My name is Joe Mannix.

This is Peggy Fair.

Mrs. Marcus Fair.

Clay Donnelly says you saw Marcus Fair paid off.

Who was the payoff man, Miss Wills?

Was it Avery Pickman?

Why don't you ask him?

Clay Donnelly said to ask you.

Look, I'm trying to spare this girl's feelings.

I know what it's like to lose your man.

Now Clay's got one foot in the gas chamber.

If you think I'm going

to help you drag in his other foot, you're crazy!

Miss Wills, we're not here to hurt Clay Donnelly,

but I don't want my son

to grow up thinking that his father was crooked.

What are you worried about?

The honkeys'll whitewash your man along with their own.

That's not true.

Charges are pending against them.

They'll pend for a long time.

Little cops don't get rich

unless some big wheel gets richer.

What big wheel?

Never you mind.

But they won't dig up any dirt.

They'll just sweep it under the rug.

Avery Pickman!

Get down!

Lieutenant, don't shoot!

His gun was empty.

How was I supposed to know that?

I yelled at you not to shoot.

You closed his mouth, Lieutenant.

And you closed it permanently.

And who's to blame, huh?

Now we had that house under surveillance.

We would have taken him alive if it hadn't have been for you.

Mannix, I'm going to have your license for this.

Thanks, Katie.

License number Z-R-R-380

is registered to a man named Elbert Jensen.

Two addresses and phone numbers...

Residence and business.

Try the business.

Right.

Martin Ogilvie, attorney-at-law.

It's Donnelly's lawyer.

Is this Mr. Ogilvie?

No. This is Elbert Jensen, Mr. Ogilvie's private secretary.

Can I help you?

Uh, no, thank you.

I'll call back later.

Now why would Ogilvie's private secretary

be calling on Warren Hoxie?

Peggy, find out from Dan if the handwriting

in the payoff list is Avery Pickman's.

And if it isn't?

Then the head of the burglary ring

is still alive and breathing.

Who?

The man behind Ogilvie.

The man who gave him the money to defend Donnelly.

I happen to know Donnelly's tapped out,

and Ogilvie isn't defending him

out of the goodness of his heart.

Bobby! Bobby.

Joe, I'm sorry.

I tried to stall him, but he dragged me over here.

Hand it over, Mannix.

Hand what over?

You know what I'm talking about!

Give it to him, Bobby.

Well, withholding evidence.

That'll be one more charge against you at the hearing.

What hearing?

You're to appear

before the Department of Professional Licenses

tomorrow at 5:00 to show cause why yours shouldn't be revoked.

I'll see you there.

How'd he find out?

I called the Police Academy to find out

if it was some kind of a stock police code.

It isn't,

but I guess word got back to Burdette.

Well, that daybook was our only lead.

It still is, pal.

I photographed every page.

That's the word that occurs most often.

Then Marcus was investigating the burglaries.

That's right.

You see how the code works? No, not quite.

Oh, I learned a long time ago that A is the first letter

in the alphabet, and B is the second,

but how can the same digit represent A and U?

You got to distinguish the sharps

from the flats, old boy.

Go on.

Well, you see the digit 1

under the letter A is a straight line.

The digit 1 under the letter U is a straight line

with a bar across the bottom.

Making it represent 21,

or the 21st letter of the alphabet.

I see.

And the second digit 2 has a little curlicue on top,

and the number 2 under the letter B has none.

That's the idea.

Here's the first page, decoded.

That's it! When can you get the rest of it?

Sometime this afternoon.

Hurry it up, will you, genius?

Joe,

what if Hoxie suspected Marcus was on his trail?

What if he had him set up for Clay Donnelly?

Are you out of your mind, Mannix?

I wouldn't connive with a punk like Donnelly.

You're conniving with him right now.

What are you talking about? How?

By letting him get away

with the charge that Marcus was his accomplice.

All right!

Donnelly was lying.

Now, will you let go of me?!

So Marcus wasn't his accomplice?

No!

Can you prove it?

Sure, I can.

Then why haven't you?

Because I want to forget that night.

Forget that you were bought by the gang?

Everybody's going to know that, anyway.

Look, haven't I told you enough already?

You can clear Marcus.

I've got to know it all.

I can't tell you any more.

Why?

Because you killed Marcus?

Get off of that!

That's what you want to forget, isn't it?

Isn't it?

No!

I could have saved him, and I didn't.

That's what I want to forget.

What's taking so long?

You're under arrest.

On your feet with your hands up.

I should have broken in right then

and sided Marcus, but I... I couldn't move.

I froze.

Hey, what are you doing?!

I want you to tell Sergeant Ives what you just told me.

No! No?!

No, I talk to my lawyer first.

If you interfere, Mannix, I'll clam up.

I want him with me when I surrender.

All right.

When?

In an hour. He's coming here.

You'll call me afterwards?

I'll call you.

Let's give him a chance, Peggy.

He said an hour.

I still think you should have reported that little incident

outside the building.

Hi, Dan. Joe.

Peg, I got some good news.

On the dates of all the burglaries,

Marcus was off duty.

Heineman and Hoxie were assigned to Car 67.

Thanks, Dan.

Who was responsible for the assignments?

Their watch officer, Lieutenant Burdette. Why?

And another thing.

The handwriting on that payoff list was not Pickman's.

Maybe it was some guy whose initials are L.B.

What?

I decoded the rest of the daybook.

What daybook?

Lieutenant Burdette took...

Didn't he tell you?

No.

What about L.B.?

Marcus suspected the payoff money was given

to just one cop

who divided it with the others. Who?

I'm not certain.

Marcus also wrote

that he overheard Hoxie mention the name of the payoff man.

To him, it sounded like the initials L.B.

That could be any one of a thousand people.

I'll talk to the captain.

I'm sure Larry turned that book over to him.

And if he didn't?

Shouldn't we be hearing from Hoxie by now?

If it'll make you feel better.

Yeah?

Hoxie?

Yeah.

20,000 is all we could raise on such short notice.

Take it or leave it.

Okay, where?

You been drinking?

One or two.

You forget you wanted to make it to the lake?

Just double-checking.

♪ ♪

Masheena Lake?!

Look, Joe, you don't know what kind of trouble

you're going to run into up there.

Let me call Dan and... Okay.

But call me as soon as you can.

Howdy!

Howdy.

Um, you know this man?

It's Mr. Hoxie.

A real nice fella.

You know where I might find him?

It's important.

Oh, the place he usually camps

is straight across the lake.

The quickest way to get there is rent one of my boats.

Thank you.

You bet!

♪ ♪

Waiting for somebody, Hoxie?

Hoxie, you're a liar and a blackmailer.

And for once, you're gonna start talking straight.

Now, where do you think you're running to?

To anywhere where they couldn't extradite me.

You think I was gonna stand still for a jail sentence?

An ex-cop in a can with thieves and killers!

Have you any idea what that'd be like?

And you figure your ex-employers would finance this little jaunt

or you'd blow the whistle on them, huh?

They got me into this mess.

They owe me!

You got yourself in this mess, Hoxie.

You're a fool.

They tried to kill me,

and I only know half of what you know.

Now, let's go!

You're gonna take me back?

What do you think?

I leveled with you, Mannix.

I helped you with Fair.

You owe me!

Everybody owes you, don't they, Hoxie?

Now, let's go.

Move!

All right, this way.

Ah... just can't keep your nose out of things, can you, Mannix?

How did you know? Peggy told me.

Who's out there trying to blow your head off, Mannix, huh?

Not that I don't think it's a pretty good idea.

Well, I'd say one of the men's name is Elbie.

Isn't that what you called him, Hoxie?

Elbert Jensen.

Warren Ogilvie's secretary.

I always thought the man behind Ogilvie was the one

who organized all of these burglaries.

But there was nobody behind him.

Just Ogilvie.

Elbie was the payoff man.

He gave Hoxie the money to divide with Heineman and Marcus.

Hoxie knew he couldn't corrupt Marcus

so he pocketed his share of the money.

Ogilvie didn't know that

so he put Marcus's name on the payoff list.

Came from off to the right.

Were you in the Infantry, Lieutenant?

Sure.

What else would a flatfoot be?

What do you say we try a little double-flanking maneuver?

Why not?

All right, Elbie, turn around slowly

and drop the gun.

Drop it!

Stand still!

Hands up!

You okay? Yeah.

Elbie's dead.

Well, that wasn't too bad a double-flanking attack, Joe.

Save your kind words for the hearing.

About my license...

Oh, there won't be a hearing.

The chief witness just decided not to show up.

All right, let's go.

Joe! Hi, Peggy.

Toby up? Not yet.

Mommy, is someone at the door?

Hello, Toby.

I, uh, I thought you might like to see this.

There, now how about that, huh?

Oh, uh, Peggy,

Lieutenant Burdette gave me something to give you.