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Get that ball!

Get that ball!

Yeah?

Mr. Tully? Yes, sir.

Uh, we're from the Western Legal Aid Society.

I'm Tom Coleman. This is Henry Gaynor.

How do you do? Good.

You probably heard about our work.

Yeah. Sometimes, it's odd though

how little people realize just, uh,

how extensive our operation is.

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Hi.

Oh, hi, Peggy.

I thought I heard you come down.

Oh, thanks.

Just stacks up, doesn't it?

How about that?

Did you have a nice flight?

Yeah. Not a bump.

Joe... I'm sorry about Wes Tully.

Yeah.

Now, he... was a nice guy.

I talked to headquarters

right after you phoned from San Francisco.

What did they say?

An accident.

He went out for a swim, fell,

hit his head on the side of the pool.

Was knocked unconscious and drowned.

Oh... Peggy?

Lieutenant Charleston is due back

from San Francisco in the morning.

Give his office a call.

Tell him I'll be there to meet him at 9:00 a.m.

I want to talk to him.

About Wes Tully?

That's right.

Is something wrong, Joe?

Well... Wes.

Well, Wes had a hunch

that he might be in line for an "accident."

How do you know?

He came to my apartment Sunday,

couple of hours before I left for San Francisco.

He said he was working on a case,

thought they had spotted him.

And you think he was murdered.

I don't know.

But he had come across some evidence.

He didn't want to talk about it until he was sure.

But he did tell me where to find it

in case something happened to him.

I offered to stay and help him, but...

Man, I wish he had taken me up on it.

Oh, come on, Joe, you can't blame yourself.

And maybe it was an accident.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm going to find out, Peggy.

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Did you get what you were after?

Yeah, but it took a bit of doing.

Trouble?

Some.

Peggy, uh, get Martin Kimbrough on the phone.

The banker?

That's right.

Tell him I'd like to meet him at his house

at about, uh, 7:00 tonight.

What does Kimbrough have to do with all this?

He's the man Wes Tully was working for.

Yes, sir? My name is Mannix.

Mr. Kimbrough is expecting me.

I phoned earlier. Yes, sir. Come in.

Mr. Mannix, sir.

Oh.

Mr. Mannix, Martin Kimbrough.

How do you do?

Thank you, Ben.

You said you wanted to talk to me about Mr. Tully's death.

Yes, but, uh, before we do,

I'm a private detective, like Wes Tully.

I, uh... well, we were friends.

What did you want to say about Mr. Tully's death?

He was murdered.

It was ruled an accidental drowning.

Well, it was made to look that way.

He was murdered.

How can you be so sure?

I was told so... in a way.

No, thanks.

Told by whom?

Wes Tully.

Mr. Mannix, you'll forgive me, but riddles don't amuse me.

Wes came to my apartment

on the morning of the day he died.

He was worried.

Worried about what?

About this.

He had it hidden in his home.

Cost him his life.

What is this?

Undeveloped negatives of a man Tully thought

masterminded the robbery at your bank four months ago:

Darrell Andrews.

Wes took the pictures,

but he never got a chance to develop them.

How did you get this?

He told me where he hid it... just in case.

Wes Tully's been dead for two days.

Why have you waited so long?

I was in San Francisco on a case.

I left a couple of hours after talking to Wes last Sunday.

I just got back this afternoon

and heard what had happened.

Why have you brought this to me?

Wes asked me to.

After all, you and the bank directors were his employers.

Yes, of course.

I'll call the police.

I've already called them, Mr. Kimbrough.

Lieutenant Charleston is due back

from San Francisco at 9:00 a.m.

I'm going to meet him.

And I don't think it would be very healthy

for you to have this around the house.

You may have callers.

"Callers"?

Two men have been following me.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Yes, he is.

Just a minute.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Mannix.

Who is this?

What is it?

A warning.

I'm not to go to the police.

Who was that?

Darrell Andrews.

Maybe we can flush Mr. Andrews out of hiding.

How?

By going to meet Lieutenant Charleston as scheduled.

Who is it?

Peggy.

You asked us to stop by before leaving, remember?

Come on in.

Sorry, we're late, but the rental agency

had trouble finding the keys to the cabin.

Hey, you got your jungle survival kit all packed?

Mom packed it with bandages and stuff

like I was going to be attacked by bears or something.

I filled the survival kit to protect the bears.

Hey, you know what?

I've got something for you.

Here you are. How about that?

Boy! Gee, Mr. Mannix, thanks.

I'll take a picture of the biggest fish I catch.

We'll frame it and hang it in the office.

Well, now, I don't think we've got a wall big enough.

Hey, have a nice time, huh?

Thanks, Joe.

Come on, darling.

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Mr. Mannix? Yeah?

May I speak with you a moment, please? What about?

It's about your secretary and her little boy.

Morning, Joe. Andy.

What about my secretary and her little boy?

Well, they're all right.

They're quite safe, in fact.

I'm sure you'd like to keep it that way.

I know that you will honor

the confidential nature of all this, Mr. Mannix.

For the lady's sake, as well as the little boy's.

If it's the film you want... It is.

I don't have it on me.

Well, it would hardly do for me

to search you here, would it, Mr. Mannix?

Where is the film?

In a safe deposit box.

Just in case something like this happened.

I thought I'd let the police open it.

Very well, then.

Get the film.

Go back to your office. Wait there.

We'll be in touch with instructions.

Two lives are depending

upon your cooperation in this, Mr. Mannix.

I'm sure you understand.

Good morning.

I wouldn't, Mr. Mannix.

I really wouldn't.

You're being watched.

Every second.

Your every move.

Please don't force us

to do something we don't want to do.

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Smells funny in here.

Well, let's get some air then.

Can we go fishing pretty soon?

Oh, honey, we'll go later.

Let's get this place cleaned up first.

Oh, Mom, that's no fair.

Toby...

Go into the kitchen and get a broom.

Aw, Mom... Go on, now.

They're in the cottage.

Very well.

You, uh, seem worried.

No, I'm not worried.

I just hope Mr. Mannix

doesn't force us into anything, that's all.

Well, if he does, would you rather that I take

the lady and the little boy fishing?

Sentimentality isn't one of my weaknesses.

Nor is it one of mine.

I just detest unnecessary complications, that's all.

Hello.

Speaking.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Yes, I have the film with me.

No, no one.

Yeah, I understand.

I know the place.

2:30.

Now look, my secretary and her son all right?

Hello?

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Hello there. Is your mother in?

Yes. Can I help you?

How do you do, ma'am? We were, uh, fishing around the bend.

We saw you arrive and thought we better come over and make ourselves known.

We're your neighbors, about half a mile down the road.

Oh... oh, come in. Come in.

Thank you.

I'm Peggy Fair and this is my son, Toby.

Hello, Toby.

Young man, how are you?

I'm Al Beckworth.

This is my nephew, Eric Beckworth.

How do you do?

A welcoming gift.

Boy!

How kind of you. Thank you.

Why don't I clean them for you?

Oh, no, that's not necessary.

No, no, no, no... I insist.

Well, all right.

There should be a knife here somewhere.

Oh, I've, uh... I've got one right here.

Oh.

Take a look at those.

Wow!

Do you like to fish?

You bet.

Ah, good.

Listen, we'll go together.

And I'll show you where all the best spots are.

Boy!

You know, you have four fish

and Toby and I can only eat two.

Why don't you stay for lunch?

Well, I don't know.

Well, they won't keep.

And Toby and I would love it.

Well, you'd better ask my uncle.

Okay.

Well, you've got a little snag there, young man.

Mr. Beckworth?

You're staying for lunch.

Well now, that's very nice. Thank you.

But only on one condition...

You let me do the cooking.

Now, I happen to be an expert with trout.

All right.

I'll light the stove.

Okay. It's butane gas.

We have one just like it at our cabin. Oh.

What's the matter?

It doesn't seem to work.

Well, maybe you're out of gas.

Oh!

Oh dear, no, much worse than that.

No, you've got gas, all right.

And luckily, somebody turned it off.

You've got a broken fuel line.

Oh, no!

Is there anyone in the village that can fix it?

Yeah, but that's a 45-minute drive.

Oh, it's 3:00.

But I have to go and get somebody to fix it.

My son had his heart set on going fishing.

Oh, look, I can fix this,

at least to tide you over until tomorrow.

By 5:00?

We have some friends dropping by at 6:00.

Yes, I think so.

Well, then, why don't you

come along with me, Mrs. Fair?

I just promised the boy I was going to show him

where all the biggest fish were.

Oh, but I couldn't leave him with that.

Oh, look, this is easy to fix.

And, frankly, kibitzers make me nervous.

All right.

Toby.

We're going out on the lake with Mr. Beckworth.

Gee, Mom, that's great!

Thanks!

You don't know how happy you're making him,

taking us with you.

Well, believe me, it's my pleasure.

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Thanks for cooperating, Mr. Mannix.

Where are they?

All in good time.

Would you mind leaning against the car, please?

I'm sure you know how it's done.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Okay, I've done my part.

Now, what about my secretary and her son?

We're not quite finished, I'm afraid.

Would you get in the car, please?

To go where?

Please.

In the front seat.

Good afternoon, Mr. Mannix.

If anything has happened to Peggy or her son...

Just relax, Mr. Mannix.

It will all be over quite soon.

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Any trouble?

No trouble at all.

Mr. Mannix has been very cooperative.

What about you?

Oh, just fine.

The woman and the boy are on the lake, fishing.

Having a good time with, uh, my uncle.

They'll be back at 5:00, exactly.

We'll have just enough time.

That's right, Mannix.

It's a little dark room.

It'll all be over in about 15 minutes or so.

So I hope you didn't play any games

with that, uh, little metal cylinder.

Because if you did, I pull this trigger.

And the shot that kills you will be a signal

to my uncle on the lake, and, uh...

the boat will capsize.

You see, my uncle isn't a very good swimmer.

Oh, I dare say the papers

would probably praise his valiant, but, uh,

unsuccessful efforts to save

the woman and the, uh, little boy.

But then, of course,

you won't be around to suffer the heartbreak of it all.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

We're leaving.

Oh, uh...

when do I get my secretary and her boy?

You'll find the cabin in that direction, Mr. Mannix.

Don't worry.

Nothing's happened to them.

Just follow along the lake, Mr. Mannix.

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Joe!

What are you doing here?

You're all right, huh? Hi, Toby.

Oh, why shouldn't we be?

Look, uh, those fellas that were here...

Mr. Beckworth and his nephew?

Yeah, what did they do? What happened?

"Do"? Nothing.

Mr. Beckworth took us fishing.

Uh, Toby, honey,

go get Mommy a handkerchief in the bedroom.

It's in my suitcase somewhere, I think.

Okay, Joe, what is it?

You were kidnapped.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

We came here on our own.

You were kidnapped

by your Mr. Beckworth and his nephew.

Now whether you know it or not, you were hostages.

But why? What for?

Well, they wanted something from me.

If I didn't deliver, they were going

to drown you and Toby in the lake.

So I delivered.

Delivered what?

That undeveloped film Tully took.

I had it. They wanted it.

"Film"?

Yeah, of Darrell Andrews.

Oh, that bank robbery about four months ago.

Yeah.

I still don't understand

how they knew you were coming here.

Look, Peggy,

when you went to the real estate agent's office

to pick up the keys for this house,

was there anyone else there?

There was a man.

Waiting his turn, behind me.

We chatted.

About coming here for the week, just you and Toby alone?

Yes, among other things.

Did he come in after you did?

Why, yes.

What'd he look like?

A business man, I thought.

Well dressed.

Polite, carried a briefcase.

That's one.

What'd the other one look like?

Uh, elderly, hefty.

Like a nice, old...

Uncle? Yeah, but what'd he look like?

Like that.

Like a nice, old pleasant man.

I took a picture of him.

You took a picture of him?

Mm-hmm. Where's your camera?

Right here.

I took a picture of them through that window

when they were first coming to the house

the first time with the fish.

Is the film still in the camera?

Mm-hmm.

Good boy, Toby.

Unless I'm very badly mistaken,

that is Mr. Darrell Andrews.

Well, he is the general build of the man

who came to the bank that day with the others.

Said he was Darrell Andrews.

But that man was bearded.

Well, beards can be grown and shaved off.

I'm sorry, I just can't say.

Mr. Kimbrough, four men

walked into your bank office that day,

supposedly to talk to you about a bank loan.

They talked for a while before they pulled a gun on you.

They walked behind you to the vault.

Now, that must have taken a minute or two.

They held a gun on you while you unlocked the vault.

They made you place money in five large briefcases.

That must have taken another four or five minutes.

They then took you outside to the car,

drove you away, and they let you out

some ten blocks from the bank.

Now, this man was one of them.

How can you not recognize him?

I'm sorry.

I think... You think what, Mr. Kimbrough?

Well, I don't know. I'm not sure.

You're not sure of what? That you do recognize the man?

Don't you think I want to help?

Have you any idea what this robbery did to me?

Contrary to any notion that you may have, Mr. Mannix,

that bankers are rich men, it's a job.

Often enough, it's just a job.

And I'm getting on.

I had looked forward to retirement.

With some security, some promise of ease.

Have you any idea what this robbery did to that plan?

It almost killed it.

When you handle other people's money,

you're responsible.

And when something goes wrong, you are the scapegoat.

To hear some of my own people talk,

you'd think that I had robbed the bank.

Since the robbery, new accounts have fallen off drastically.

Some old ones, very good ones, too, have been withdrawn.

People lose faith, Mr. Mannix,

in the bank and in me.

Maybe... if you imagined a beard

there might be some slight resemblance,

but I don't know!

I don't really know.

You see, when this happened, I was frightened.

Voices and faces, and appearances just seem so unreal.

I know it's whispered behind my back,

that if I had acted with any gumption,

I could have outfaced the robbers, defied them.

There were a lot of people around,

standing back helpless because I was helpless.

And if I had shown the least bit of courage...

they might have made a move.

The robbers would have been caught, then and there.

But they didn't make a move.

In my terror, I kept telling them to stand back.

No, if I make an identification for you now

from this photograph, Mr. Mannix, and I'm mistaken,

I'll be judged to be even a bigger fool

than I'm thought to be now, and I cannot risk that.

I cannot jeopardize what little future is left to me now.

All right, Mr. Kimbrough.

Thank you.

I'll let myself out.

Good night.

Mr. Mannix, just a minute.

May I see that photograph again?

Oh, sure.

You know, I, I think... Suddenly something,

something clicked in my mind, yes.

That man, the bank...

This man used to work in the bank,

several years ago for a short time.

Are you sure?

I think so.

In the Executive Training Program, I think.

What was his name?

I don't know.

But the bank would have that:

his name, address, references, everything.

Can you remember anything about him, for now?

No, nothing. Well, yes.

He was a quiet man.

Certainly not the sort...

You all right?

They tried to kill me.

Well, it could have been meant for me, Mr. Kimbrough.

Mr. Kimbrough, I-I heard a noise.

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough, are you all right, sir?

Are you hurt?

Wha-what happened?

He's all right.

Oh, yes, Ben, yes, I-I'm, all right.

Go on back to bed.

Yes, sir.

I was beginning to think that Darrell Andrews

was a cool, careful operator.

I was wrong.

He's getting desperate.

I have the information, Mr. Mannix.

Charles Vincent Addison, single.

Born March 3, 1924, Newington, Connecticut.

His address is 1276 Dunston Way.

His address and past references going back to 1960.

Shall I call the police?

No.

Let me check out that address first.

He wouldn't still be there. He wouldn't be such a fool.

Why not?

It's probably his real name: Charles Addison.

I've got a hunch that these references are valid.

They are.

The bank is very careful about checking references.

Well, then, Charles Addison is in the clear...

That is, until we can prove that he is also Darrell Andrews.

Doc will be through in a minute.

You know what he's going to say...

That Addison was painting a roof,

he slipped on the wet paint,

the fall killed him.

Accident.

There is a skid mark on the fresh paint,

where he could've slipped.

That was put there after.

He was pushed off that roof, by one of his buddies.

All right, you and Peggy show up here tomorrow morning, okay?

Sure.

I want to hear everything, Joe,

for the record,

from the time you went to Tully's house,

day before yesterday.

And I want to hear Peggy's story, too.

I want to find out about what happened up at that cabin.

I told you.

From her.

Right.

Joe. Yeah?

Why didn't Wes Tully develop that film to begin with?

Well, I got a hunch he was going to

and then he found out he was being followed.

He didn't want to let the film out of his possession,

so he hid it in the porcelain figure,

and told me about it.

Like he said, just in case.

Eat your sandwich.

You know what Addison did for a living?

He translated Greek poetry.

Well, then why would he become involved in a bank robbery?

Maybe Greek poetry didn't pay.

Oh, with brains like that,

certainly he could've found something else to do.

He did.

He translated Latin poetry, too.

It's still hard to believe.

What is?

That a dedicated intellectual likes to eat, too?

Four dedicated intellectuals.

But murder, Joe.

I think murder was forced on them

when Wes Tully started getting too close.

Those pictures of Addison, or Andrews.

So they had to kill him.

Yes.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Mr. Mannix? This is Martin Kimbrough.

I have some very vital new information for you,

about Charles Addison.

I think it will lead you to his accomplices.

Um... what is it, Mr. Kimbrough?

Some papers they sent over from the bank files.

I can explain better in person.

Can you be here by 2:00?

Where are you?

I'm at home.

I'll be there.

Good.

You did very well.

Don't feel so bad, Mr. Kimbrough.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

If you behave.

Thank you.

To your health, Mr. Kimbrough.

Excuse me.

Answer the door, Mr. Kimbrough.

Please.

No.

Answer the door.

Mannix, come in.

Mr. Kimbrough.

Easy, Mr. Mannix.

They forced me, Mr. Mannix.

Broke in and forced me.

To the library, please, gentlemen.

You first, Mr. Kimbrough.

Take that chair, Mr. Kimbrough, please.

Tie him up.

Would you bring the car around front, please.

I, uh, take it I'm going for a little ride.

You take it right, Mr. Mannix.

What about Mr. Kimbrough?

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough?

Mr. Kimbrough's not going to cause us any trouble,

are you?

Because if he talks, we'll come back.

And you know that, don't you,

Mr. Kimbrough?

Come on!

Drop your gun, Mannix.

Drop it.

Now stay where you are.

So it was you behind this all the time.

That attempt on your life last night,

that was just to throw suspicion off yourself.

Stay where you are.

That act you put on in there,

that was all staged for the benefit

of old faithful Ben, wasn't it?

He can back you up later in court.

Men broke in, forced you to call me here.

They killed me and got away.

That leaves you in the clear, doesn't it?

Stop.

I'll shoot.

What did you have in mind when you retired?

A numbered bank account in Switzerland?

You and your buddies,

a nice life of retired gentlemen?

I will shoot, I mean it.

Why don't you?

Your buddies were able to.

They killed Addison and Wes Tully.

Why can't you?

It's pretty easy to give an order to kill, isn't it?

But to do it yourself?

No, no, you're too much of a gentleman, Kimbrough.

Ben, call the police.

Have them to send along an ambulance, too.

Ben, go on.

Mr. Kimbrough won't be giving any more orders.