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Don't forget.

Tuesday, our place.

Bye.

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Good evening, sir. I'm Joe Mannix.

Please.

I don't believe it.

Joe Mannix.

How are you, Phil?

I thought it was you, but geez, you look great.

It sure has been a long time since...

Yeah, since we wore uniforms that didn't fit?

Tell me, Joe, does anybody remember Heartbreak Ridge

or the Iron Triangle anymore?

Well, those that were there, I guess.

We were sure kids then, weren't we?

You know something? You've hardly changed.

I can't say the same about myself, though.

This easy living...

I keep telling myself I've got to get to a gym.

But who's got the time?

Hey, come on. Let's have a drink.

What are you doing here anyway? Who are you with?

Oh, now don't tell me you don't know who you invite

to your own parties?

Not always, apparently.

Must've been Kathy's idea and a good one, too.

You know, I'm always telling her about you, Joe.

It's great to see you again.

What'll you have?

Scotch on the rocks. Great.

Make that two.

Well... to success.

Looks like you've already got it.

Mm, not quite.

I'm only a VP, but I'm up for president.

Westland National Bank.

The Board meets in the next day or two to decide,

so, hold your breath for me.

Hi. How are you?

So good to see you.

Glad you could come.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

Good evening. It's a lovely party.

Glad you could make it. Oh, thank you. Thank you.

How long have you been with...

Philip, good evening.

Sorry I'm so late.

But I see you're handling things very well without me.

May I have a drink, please?

Surely.

A vodka tonic for Mrs. Graves, please.

Well, this must be Joe Mannix.

Oh, you two have never met, have you?

Not yet.

Joe, this is my wife, Kathy.

How do you do. Hi.

Why didn't you tell me you were inviting him, dear?

Well, I wanted to surprise you, darling.

You have no idea how much Phil's talked about you.

I'm so glad you could come.

Well, I was looking forward to it.

It almost didn't happen.

She was in an accident, and she's lucky she's alive.

I wanted her to cancel this party.

Oh, I couldn't.

You know that. It's too important to you.

I should never have allowed her to drive a sports car

in the first place... Women drivers.

Philip, I told you, the accident wasn't my fault.

Phil. Excuse me.

Charlie Steadman's all alone over there.

This might be a golden opportunity.

Yeah, thanks, Ed.

Do you mind?

Charlie's on the board, and...

I'm holding my breath.

Was it just a surprise?

What?

My invitation... it did come out of the blue, didn't it?

Just why did you invite me?

Oh, hi. How are you?

Someone's trying to kill me.

How do you know?

There was a car following me right before the accident.

Kind of a small truck.

And what was this truck doing?

Well, nothing, really.

Except that's not the first time it's happened.

You mean, being followed?

I'd be driving along, day or night,

and suddenly, I'd become aware of a car behind me,

speeding when I speeded,

turning when I turned.

The same car?

No.

When did you first notice this?

Oh, a couple of weeks ago.

Once I was almost forced off the freeway.

The other night, someone tried to run me down.

And the accident...

Well, it wasn't an accident.

How can you be sure?

The brakes didn't hold.

Well, that's been known to happen.

But I had just had them checked.

There was no reason for them to have failed

unless they'd been tampered with.

Did you tell Phil?

Why haven't you reported it to the police?

Because if-if there was an investigation,

and it got in the papers, it might hurt Phil.

He's very vulnerable.

Any sensation or scandal might result

in a bad reaction among his business associates.

Besides, I don't want to upset Phil.

He's going through a very tense and delicate period.

His job, the bank presidency,

it's-it's very important to him.

I'd hoped you'd help me quietly,

without anyone else knowing.

Do you have any idea why someone might want to hurt you?

Any idea at all?

No.

Why they may want to hurt Phil through you?

No.

This, uh, this truck that was following you

before the accident, did you get a look at the driver?

No.

What kind of a truck was it?

White.

An ordinary small truck.

Pickup?

I guess so.

Did it have a name on it?

I think so.

What was it?

I don't remember.

Will you help me, Joe?

Please?

Um, just where is your car now?

At the garage.

London Motors.

Okay, now the next couple of days,

you stay very close to home.

If you have any problems, give me a call.

Thank you.

What are you two doing out here all by yourselves?

The party's in here.

Mrs. Graves claims the brakes didn't hold.

That's right, sir.

Sounds like a contradiction to me,

seeing that you'd just checked them.

Not exactly, sir.

Look at this.

Now, it could have been done with a knife,

or some other sharp pointed instrument,

causing the fluid to leak out.

Now, I couldn't prove it,

because it could also have resulted from the accident,

which was why I didn't inform the authorities.

Does Mr. Graves ever drive this car?

Often, sir.

It was he who usually brought the car in for service checks.

Who is Sylvia?

Hmm.

How are you with crossword puzzles?

Why?

Give me a word starting with P-R blank N.

How many letters?

Unknown.

The rest of the word is torn off.

This is what the locket came wrapped in.

Looks like a piece of napkin.

Could be.

What are these things doing in Kathy Graves' car

in the first place?

Maybe Sylvia's a friend of Kathy's.

Or a friend of Phil's.

Oh, Joe, she could be a friend of them both.

Why don't you ask?

Brilliant.

Only you can't.

Why not?

Kathy's not in.

How do you know?

She phoned before you got back

and said that she'd call when she returned.

I told her to stay at home.

Where'd she go?

She didn't say.

But she did leave a message.

She said she remembered the name of the pickup truck

that followed her just before the accident.

It was an Apex truck,

and that's a service station.

Yep.

I remember, we did get a call that morning,

to check on a sports car that wouldn't start.

Here it is, right here.

Owner, Mrs. Katherine Graves.

Well, that's it.

Do you know who made the call?

Yep.

Mr. Graves.

Mr. Graves?

You sure?

I took that call myself.

As a matter of fact,

I sent a mechanic right on out... Pat McCurdy.

But Pat nor the truck, neither one did ever come back.

Did you notify the police?

Yes, sir... but so far, no word.

Well, thanks.

Apex Garage.

Yep.

Yep, sure.

I'll be right there.

They found McCurdy.

He was discovered this morning in an abandoned lot.

Truck was found near the Hollywood Interchange.

Can he talk?

Hasn't so far.

Bad skull fracture.

May I, Nurse?

Pat... my name is Mannix.

I'm here with your boss, Mr. Ayers

and Lieutenant Kramer from the police department.

Can you hear me?

Good.

Did you see the man who attacked you?

Do you know who he is?

Have you ever seen him before?

What is it, Pat?

What did he have to say?

He said the man who attacked him wore a patch over his eye.

Hello, Joe.

I'm sorry, I've only got a minute.

I don't even have time to offer you a drink.

Yeah, well, your secretary told me.

The board meets tomorrow morning

and there are 30 million things that I've got to do, befo...

Well, you said it was urgent.

Phil... your wife's in danger.

Danger?

She's convinced someone is trying to kill her,

and so am I.

Joe, you're putting me on, aren't you?

Why would anyone want to kill Kathy?

I don't know, Phil.

But there's evidence that someone planned the accident.

It seems her brakes had been tampered with,

someone punctured the line.

The service man that was sent out

from the Apex service station to help Kathy start the car

the morning of the accident...

Well, he was found in an empty lot with his skull fractured.

Aw, come on, Joe, couldn't that brake drum

have been cracked in the accident?

Is there any proof that the serviceman's accident

had anything to do with Kathy?

Or maybe he was the victim of a holdup attempt or something.

Well, look... the odds are a hundred-to-one

that the accident was Kathy's fault.

She's just not a good driver.

And besides, uh, she's given to these wild fantasies.

I don't blame you for believing her.

I, uh... saw the two of you on the patio.

She can be very persuasive.

But at least her fantasies had one good effect.

They brought us together.

Phil... the service manager at Apex

says that it was you who called to check on Kathy's car

the morning of the accident.

Me?

Well, he's out of his mind, Joe.

You didn't make the call?

Well, why would I?

The car was running great, and besides,

I've never even heard of the Apex garage.

Look, anybody could have called and said it was me.

Phil...

how are you and Kathy getting along?

Well, great. Why?

Who's Sylvia?

Sylvia?

I found this behind the ashtray in Kathy's car.

Are you implying that I've been cheating on my wife?

Phil, I'm not implying anything,

but maybe you can tell me how that got in your car.

It's Kathy's car.

You drive it, too.

I checked.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Okay, Joe... look, my marriage isn't perfect.

Whose is?

But I can tell you that there's no serious problem

between Kathy and me... nothing that can't be worked out.

Look, Kathy's a rich girl from an old family.

She was brought up like some kind of princess,

protected, isolated from reality.

Now she's beautiful, but...

well, cold.

Now that doesn't mean that I run around.

I mean, I couldn't stand the scandal if I were caught.

Look, will you excuse me?

I've really got a lot of work to do.

Sure, Phil.

You're sure... you never heard of Sylvia?

Never knew a Sylvia in my whole life.

Look, Joe...

why don't you forget the whole thing, huh?

A man's near death, Phil.

May I see Mrs. Graves, please? She's not in.

Well, my name is Mannix.

I'm a friend of hers. Where is she?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, she's not in.

Of course.

Sir.

Does Mrs. Graves know you drink on the job?

I beg your pardon, sir.

That you've been stealing from Mr. Graves' private stock?

I have never touched a drop of his private stock.

It's from his open bar.

I... Now where is Mrs. Graves?

I have no idea, sir.

She could be anywhere: shopping, playing tennis or...

She didn't tell you?

She never tells me.

She leaves the house every afternoon

and doesn't return till dinner.

I don't know where she goes, honestly.

Please, Mr. Mannix, will you... you won't tell her...

Tell me, does Mrs. Graves have a friend named Sylvia?

Sylvia? Mm.

Not that I'm aware.

Does Mr. Graves?

Have you heard either one of them

ever mention the name Sylvia?

No, sir.

Could I use your phone?

Please, Mr. Mannix. It's right in here.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Peggy, has Kathy Graves called?

Not yet.

Well, the minute she does,

give me a buzz on the car phone.

Right.

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Prince's Cave.

Oh, could you tell me how late you're open tonight?

Good, good.

Oh, one more thing... exactly where are you located?

Hollywood Boule...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know exactly where it is.

Thanks.

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Brandt?

Just what are you doing following me?

After all, as one private cop to another,

you should have professional ethics.

Who's paying you?

Nobody.

Oh, you like your job so much you do it for nothing, huh?

Who's paying you to tail me?

If I, uh, tell you, you keep your trap shut, right?

Talk.

Okay.

Graves.

Phil Graves?

Look, it's just a job.

He pays a good buck. It's nothing personal.

What does he want to know?

Uh, you know: what you do, where you go, who you see.

Why?

I don't know... I swear, Mannix.

Okay, Brandt.

But from now on, you can stop tailing me.

Can I help you?

Yeah, scotch on the rocks.

Hi.

Well, now, what did you have

in that glass before you emptied it?

I've forgotten.

Fill her up.

You know something?

It's nice to meet a real gentleman.

Don't be deceived by the looks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I don't think I've ever seen you here before.

Bad lights.

You, uh, looking for someone in particular?

Sylvia.

What do you want her for?

Oh, you know her?

I'm sure I've never seen you here before.

I'd like to talk to Sylvia.

Where is she?

Nothing special about her.

Why not stay put?

Thanks.

Sylvia?

Kathy, let's go.

Kathy... Look, Mister,

I just bought the lady a drink.

And that's where it ends.

Well, be reasonable.

I didn't come here looking for trouble.

Get lost and you won't find any.

Let's go, Kathy.

Let go!

Let me go!

Taxi!

Relax.

Hey!

What's going on?

17 Paseo Verde, fast!

Peggy, this is Kathy Graves.

Hi.

Lock the door. We're closed for the day.

Done.

Are you going to tell Phil about me?

Why should I?

You're his friend; his war buddy.

You and he w... Look, my job is to find out

who's trying to kill you and why, nothing more.

Now, if I'm to do that, I've got to understand.

What?

Why you do the things you're doing.

You want to tell me about it, Kathy?

That's really why you called me

in the first place, isn't it?

You couldn't live with your secret anymore.

You left obvious clues.

You wanted to be found out.

I go to Prince's Cave practically every afternoon.

Why?

I don't know.

You find it exciting?

One thing I can tell you,

my life at home is anything but exciting.

It's so blindingly empty, dull, boring.

M-Maybe if I had a child.

Oh, I'd like that.

I think I'd be a good mother.

You're not able to?

The doctor says not to give up hope.

I have no real interests.

Nothing to look forward to.

What about Phil?

His whole world revolves around that bank.

Our relationship...

We go through the motions like mechanical toys.

How long has this been going on?

For me? Mm-hmm.

Ever since I was a child.

I was an only child, always alone.

In a big house with no friends,

no one to talk to except servants.

I used to see the other children passing by on the street...

or playing games.

Oh, I used to pray to be one of them.

Any one of them.

Anybody but myself.

So, I-I made Sylvia up.

She was free to go anywhere, do anything, be herself.

And you finally became that imaginary girl.

Oh, every afternoon.

Who is Sylvia?

A young girl in an old song.

"Who is Sylvia? What is she?"

"That all the swains commend her?"

Maybe I wanted to have all the boys admire me.

You know, the whole thing happened by accident.

Really.

I don't doubt you.

I, um, I was out shopping one day, alone,

and I stopped in Prince's Cave

for a cocktail before going home,

not realizing what kind of place it was.

When was that?

Three, four months ago, I guess.

Anyway, a man approached me.

And then another.

I became quite upset and left.

I mean, I'd never been in a place like that before.

But the idea of it haunted me.

I kept thinking about it.

I found myself returning, almost automatically.

I couldn't help myself.

How did you get along with the people you met there?

Jed's been very... very nice to me.

That's Jed, Jed Collier, the owner.

If Phil knew, though, it would be awful.

I mean, he wouldn't even try to understand.

He-He'd just walk out.

Or worse.

Oh, not because of jealousy

or any feelings he might have for me, but...

because of the effect

the scandal would have on his career.

Not that I want to hurt him,

but maybe if his career were destroyed,

he'd have time for me or, or something!

Tell me... do you hate Phil?

I love him.

I really do.

Even though I think he's the one who...

The one who what?

Who's trying to kill me.

Phil?

Help me, Joe.

Help me.

Peggy, I want you to stay with Kathy until I get back.

Don't leave here and don't let anyone in.

No one. Okay.

But where will you be?

With her husband.

Cheers.

What do you want, Joe?

Talk.

You didn't have to break in here like this

just to do that.

I didn't break in here,

your butler let me in.

Do you always come home from the bank at night

and guzzle down the drinks like that, Phil?

It's none of your business what I do, Joe.

You want to talk, talk.

Alone.

We are alone.

What about the guy you put on my tail?

What do you mean?

Dick Brandt, private investigator.

What's the matter, Phil?

Don't you trust me?

No.

To tell you the truth...

I don't trust anybody anymore.

I've been going through a rough time.

The bank?

Not only the bank.

Kathy.

What about Kathy?

Well, I guess I've finally

come around to accepting the idea

that someone really may be trying to kill her.

Let me tell you...

I'm convinced someone is trying to kill her.

Who?

Do you suspect anyone?

Well, now, husbands and wives have been known

to harbor strong feelings against each other.

What are you trying to say?

In your case, Phil, there'd be plenty of motivation.

You're out of your cotton-picking mind!

You must know where Kathy goes every afternoon.

No!

You must have suspected something for some time.

What are you talking about?

That's why you hired a private detective.

To check on her, to follow her.

That's not true.

When I showed up on the scene and got involved,

you had him check on me, too.

No!

Let me see that hand.

Joe... what you said is true.

Well, I'm here to listen, Phil.

I know about Kathy.

When I found out, I almost went out of my mind.

All I could think about was how to cut her out of my life.

Yes, I considered murder.

I considered it seriously.

Joe... Look at me.

Do you take your old buddy for a killer?

No, Phil.

I love Kathy.

I love her very much in spite of everything.

Then you must realize that you helped drive her

to do what she did in the first place.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's your secretary.

Peggy. What's wrong?

We're at my place.

What happened? What are you doing there?

Well, we saw someone outside of the office,

and he looked as though he was trying to get in,

so we sneaked out the back way, and here we are.

Did he see you leave? Did he follow you?

I'm not positive. I mean, I'm not...

How's Kathy?

Shook up, but fine.

All right, bolt the door and stay put.

I'm on my way.

Joe, what...? Relax, Phil.

Kathy's all right, and I'll see that she stays that way.

Get somebody to look at that hand.

Peggy?

You all right?

Peggy's been watching over me like a mother hen.

Have you, uh, seen anything or heard anything?

Nothing so far.

This guy you saw outside the office...

What did he look like?

It was too dark to tell, Joe.

Well, if he's followed you,

he's probably casing the place

before making his move.

Where's Toby?

Downstairs with Mrs. Kingsley.

What are you going to do?

I want the guy that's following Kathy to think

I've left you two alone so he'll make his move.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go out front and make a show of leaving.

Then I'll park in the rear and come up the back way.

Bolt this door behind me and don't open it

until you hear my voice.

Right.

Peggy, it's me.

I'll put on some coffee,

just in case we have company.

What's wrong?

I'm trying to figure out why somebody wants you dead.

Kathy, I found this in your car.

The name Sylvia's engraved on it.

Oh, yes.

I'd forgotten all about it.

Who gave it to you?

Jed.

Owner of the Prince's Cave?

Yes.

He used to play pro football, didn't he?

Several years ago.

He's, uh, known as somewhat of a playboy.

Supposedly very rich.

You must have known him pretty well.

I mean, not even a playboy gives out an expensive locket

like that to just anyone.

Yes, I knew him.

Tell me about him.

Did he come to the Cave very often?

All the time.

He has an office in the rear.

Were you ever in that office?

No.

I mean, I wasn't invited,

but I walked in several times unannounced.

You know something funny?

Each time that happened, I noticed

the conversation would stop and shift to other things,

as if I'd broken in on something.

You must have met a lot of his friends.

Can you recall any of their names?

Jay Germani.

Ed Key.

Paul Too... he's the bartender.

Ed Key.

Was he there very often?

Yes, he seems to be a good friend of Jed's.

Why?

He's also a very important figure

in the West Coast operation of the Cosa Nostra.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Why would Jed Collier want to have you killed?

Jed?

It's got to be him.

Kathy, you're going to have to help yourself.

How?

Well, you must have learned something

at the Prince's Cave.

Seen something or heard something

when you were making one of your trips to the office.

Something that Ed Key or Collier wanted to keep quiet.

But what?

It's maybe something that's happened,

or something that's going to happen.

But it's something they wouldn't want you to know, or

anyone else to know.

But I know it?

Well, they think you know it.

I don't know what it could be.

Hmm.

Well, it must have involved a great deal

for them to want to kill you.

Anyway, whatever it was must have happened

within the past two weeks.

That's when the attempts on your life started.

I can't think of anything.

Saturday!

Yeah, this is Saturday.

What about it?

I just remembered that Jed had mentioned

his boat was coming in Saturday.

It's a yacht, actually.

What made you think of that all of a sudden?

I don't know.

Wait.

When I... When I heard the boat mentioned,

something was said about bringing back horses.

Horses?

Yes.

The boat had gone on a special trip to get horses.

Isn't that strange?

Kathy, do you know when that boat's coming in?

What dock?

You know what time?

I don't know.

It's coming up from Mexico, though.

Come on, quick... Both of you into the bedroom.

Let's go.

Lock the door.

All right, now, careful.

I'm very jumpy.

Jed Collier sent you over here

to kill Kathy Graves, didn't he?

What about that shipment of H?

H?

Yeah. Horse. Heroin.

You're crazy.

Collier's boat is due in here tonight from Mexico.

I want to know where and what time.

Now, look, you're in this up to your neck.

Attempted murder.

Cooperate, and I'll put in a word for you to the police.

Otherwise, I got a feeling you're going up for good.

It's your neck.

Okay. The Marina.

9:00.

9:00.

Hold it right there!

Looks like Peggy called just in time.

Of course, you never would have thought of it, hmm?

My new chair!

Saturday night,

federal agents confiscated approximately 50 kilos

of pure heroin from a pleasure boat

allegedly registered to Jed Collier,

the former football star.

The heroin is said to have a market value

of over three million dollars.

Now, Collier was arrested along with a confederate, Ed Key,

and bond in each case was set at $100,000.

In Washington today,

the Senate voted 63 to 17

to prohibit the passage of any bill that would allow...

Well, that's that.

Phil Graves is here.

Oh, show him in.

I asked him to come, Kathy.

Hello, Phil.

I couldn't come home, Phil.

I didn't know what to say.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I guess it was my fault as much as it was yours.

I would like to try.

I really would like to try.

Do you think it could ever work again for us, Phil?

Come home, Kathy.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.