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Would you like some coffee, Barbara?

Don't be polite, Ben, darling, say what you mean.

I'm getting smashed.

How long is this gonna take, Ben?

About as long as it takes Chuck to read these and sign them.

Everything's locked up tight; I've made sure of that.

Barbara waives alimony.

Chuck stays as your VP to promote the Tr2.

It's clean, neat.

Clean and neat.

It's still the first divorce in the Mallory family.

We don't call it divorce anymore, Father.

It's a dissolution of marriage,

if that makes you feel any better.

Honey, please, take it easy.

To my ex-husband to be, wherever he is.

18, Mr. Noland?

Thanks, Roy.

- How is he? - Pretty bad.

But they think he'll pull through.

The other man was killed outright.

I saw that elevator... it's a miracle anyone got out of that.

Poor Roy. He never harmed a soul.

Lieutenant Tobias is with him. Room 431.

- Hi, Joe. - Adam.

Is he gonna make it, Doctor?

Vital signs are good.

We're trying to get him stabilized now.

Excuse me.

Has he said anything, Adam?

A name.

Sounds like "Joyce."

- Any leads? - Not yet.

Well, the bomb squad says it could have been a grenade.

Grenade?

Maybe someone brought the war home with them.

Joe, Chuck Noland was one of the most decorated men in Vietnam.

He had everything except the Medal of Honor.

Who'd want to kill a guy like him?

Who'd want to kill a guy like Roy?

Roy...

what happened?

Roy, it's Joe Mannix.

Do you know who did it?

J... Joyce.

J... Joyce.

See? That's all he keeps saying.

Joyce.

It must mean something.

His wife's name is Marie.

Yeah.

She was really shook.

I talked to her.

She said he used to date a girl named Josie, but...

she couldn't remember the last name.

On the other hand, it might have been a name

he heard Noland call out just before he was killed.

Noland? Why?

Might have been trying to tell Roy something.

Message from the grave, Joe?

Roy isn't exactly with it right now, you know.

It may mean nothing at all.

Mm.

Maybe Lou Morgan can tell us.

That creep? What's he gonna tell you?

Well, he owns the building.

Put up a $25,000 reward.

I'd like to know why.

Chuck Noland was a big hero.

Besides, it's good business.

The insurance pays for the damage, but it doesn't do

very much for the reputation of the building.

Thing like this scares people off.

And that's the extent of your involvement, Lou?

Come on, Joe.

Just thinking out loud.

Any idea who might have done it?

Had to be a lunatic.

Or somebody's hired gun.

Well, right on cue, Schaeffer.

Whatever that means, Mannix, I'll bet it's cute.

This the casualty deal?

All it needs is your signature.

We tee off in 45 minutes.

I'll see you at the club.

Stick around a minute, will you, Schaeffer?

He's here on the bombing.

Do you know anyone who might have wanted

to kill Noland or Roy Elkins?

No, I don't.

How about Joyce?

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

Does the name mean anything to you, Schaeffer?

No, no, nothing.

Joe, how is it that you're mixed up in all of this?

My client, Roy Elkins.

- Who ran the elevator? - That's right.

Oh, I see.

Joe, I owe you.

You saved my neck once.

I don't forget.

So I'll give you a tip.

Check the Noland family.

What's that mean?

Chuck Noland's wife was getting a divorce.

Lawyer she used to be stuck on was handling it.

It was going to be pretty messy.

She lives in San Diego.

I'll get it.

Mr. Mannix?

Yes. Is Mrs. Noland in?

She's expecting you. Come in.

I'm Edgar Ewing.

Police have been questioning her for two days.

I don't know why you agreed to talk to him, Barbara.

You need rest.

Edgar, stop protecting me.

Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Noland.

Colonel Ewing is making arrangements

for a military funeral for my husband.

It was the Colonel's life he saved

when he won the Silver Star.

I'm sorry to have to bother you

at a time like this, Mrs. Noland.

It's quite all right.

I'll phone you later, Barbara.

Mr. Mannix.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Well...

Fire away.

Mrs. Noland...

were you getting a divorce?

What difference does that make now?

You don't think that had anything to do

with Chuck's death?

Do you know anyone called... Joyce?

You're a detective, Mr. Mannix, and you're only up to the J's?

The last one I heard about was Sally.

I'm sorry.

That doesn't sound very nice

coming from a... brand-new widow, does it?

Mm.

But the name Joyce doesn't mean anything to you?

There was one girl last summer.

A singer.

J.C., that was it.

She used initials.

But any target would do...

for Chuck.

He couldn't help it, I guess.

Marriage wasn't the answer for Chuck,

and Daddy wasn't as rich as he thought.

No, that's not right, either.

It's just that Chuck had this hang-up.

I don't know what he was trying to prove,

but he gave it an awful lot of effort.

Mm.

J.C.

Do you know what the initials stand for, Mrs. Noland?

All I know is J.C.

It must seem childish to you

to be jealous of such a ridiculous name.

J.C. Casey.

Whatever Chuck and I had going, Mr. Mannix,

it's over.

He's dead.

I'm trying to find out who killed him, Miss Casey.

Exactly what was your relationship?

Well, there was really never any big secret.

I was on a USO tour, and I met him.

And I was with him long enough to get hooked.

I thought he was hooked, too.

And I guess he was, until he had to go back

and decide what to do with his life.

He found a rich girl...

That's what he decided to do with his life...

And he married her.

And he sent for me.

But, uh...

you didn't know he was married?

No, not until I got here.

Ah.

And then?

And then, well, I sort of stayed on.

I guess I haven't got very good sense.

Does, uh, J.C. stand for Joyce?

No, would you believe Johanna?

My manager came up with J.C.

He thought J.C. Casey had a... a professional swing to it.

Did, uh, Noland talk much about his wife?

Well, she was engaged when he met her,

but I guess she was blinded by all his medals,

and she broke her engagement and married Chuck instead.

Who was the other man?

Her father's lawyer.

Lorenz? Ben Lorenz?

Sounds like the name.

Did you know Mrs. Noland was filing for divorce,

and Ben Lorenz was handling the case?

It would have been a losing cause.

Chuck never would have let her go.

Mm.

Well, maybe...

What is it?

I'm not sure, but stay away from that window.

I'll be right back.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

I see, Charlie.

Yeah, it's a real puzzle.

Okay, well, look, thanks, Charlie.

Oh, listen, when the albacore start running,

will you let me know? I'll come on down.

Okay, good-bye.

What did you get?

Well, you believe in ghosts, Joe?

- Why? - The guy who leaves

his prints on the car, you know?

He doesn't exist.

- He what? - Nothing.

Charlie went through Washington, too.

Central Bureau, nothing.

Now, wait a minute, a guy doesn't get to be his age

without a fingerprint record.

His driver's license, the service, most jobs!

Unless he was a foreigner.

He looked like an all-American boy to me.

Still zero.

Oh, lab report came through.

That explosion was definitely a hand grenade.

You know, I think you're right.

I think we're looking for some guy

who was in the service with Noland.

Someone in the service without fingerprints?

Lieutenant Tobias.

Yeah. Hi, Peg.

Yeah. Just a minute.

Peggy.

Yeah, Peggy?

Joe? I checked out Julian Mallory.

Noland's father-in-law.

He was in financial trouble a few years ago.

Deep in the hole with an experimental plane called...

mmm, the Tr2.

Looked as though he was going to lose his firm, J.M. Air.

Then he got money from another firm...

Atlas Enterprises.

What did the pause mean?

Once you get through the fine print,

you'll find out that Atlas Enterprises is owned

by an old friend of yours, Lou Morgan.

Come in, Mr. Mannix.

I'm Julian Mallory.

This is Ben Lorenz, my attorney.

I asked him to join us here.

Mr. Lorenz.

I believe you said it was urgent.

Yes, it is.

I'm due at the San Diego plant.

My plane leaves in exactly 40 minutes,

so, please, let's get straight to the point.

Mr. Mallory, I'd like to ask you some questions

about the financing of your experimental plane.

What's the Tr2 got to do with Chuck Noland's death?

I was hoping Mr. Mallory could tell me.

I'm sorry, I fail to see what you're driving at.

Well, a few years ago, your company almost went under.

Whatever cash you had left,

you sank into the experimental plane, is that right?

That's right.

This plane's a dream I've had ever since I was a kid.

Right after World War Il, I thought I could bring it off.

Unfortunately, the state of the industry was not then capable

of producing a plane reliable and cheap enough to qualify.

Now, we have the answers.

Uh, the answers, but you didn't have the money.

It took more than you had planned.

Doesn't it always?

So, you took in outside investors,

specifically Atlas Enterprises.

That's correct.

I know it's correct,

I was just wondering if it was wise.

Julian, do you mind?

Go ahead.

Mr. Mannix, I don't know what you're implying,

but I handled the transaction with Atlas myself.

It was all perfectly legal.

Atlas Enterprises is owned by Lou Morgan,

who also owns the building where Chuck Noland was killed.

And you think that's significant?

Mr. Mallory, what do you know about Lou Morgan?

Well, I know that he's a gambler,

if that's what you mean.

In Morgan's case, that's the polite way of saying syndicate.

The important thing is he had money, Mr. Mannix.

Money was what I needed.

He wasn't a philanthropist.

He believes that plane will make him a fortune, and so do I.

I've seen what happens to people

who let Lou Morgan get a foot in the door.

Mr. Mannix, I still control my company.

Wherever the money comes from, what I do with it

is strictly legitimate.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

As I told you, I have a plane to catch.

Have a nice flight, Mr. Mallory.

And you didn't get a look at him?

No.

But he's obviously got a corner on the grenade market.

Why you, Joe?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because I'm asking questions

and getting close to some answers.

Answers to what?

Well, for one thing,

maybe somebody wants to break Mallory's plane company.

They don't want the Tr2 to make it.

How do you mean that?

Sometimes it's more profitable

for a company to fail than succeed.

You mean like taking a big tax loss.

Well, that's one guess.

All I know is the answer's got something to do

with someone named Joyce and, uh, an airplane in San Diego.

Mr. Mannix? Ralph Stoner.

How do you do?

Mr. Mallory said you were coming down.

Uh-huh.

Well, you look all right. I, uh, read

where somebody tried to kill you.

Well, there's a lot of that going around LA.

Yeah.

Well, what, uh, what would you like to see first?

I was told to give you the VIP treatment.

I can take you over to the production line or

give you a ride in the plane, if you like.

Oh, that'd be fine.

Why don't you get in the right side there?

Roddy, you want to take a coffee break,

and I'll make this test, okay?

Right.

Well, tanks are full and venting.

Controls are free, and she's ready to go.

Oh, Roddy, this is Mr. Mannix.

This is my assistant, Roddy.

- Hi, there. - How do you do?

Oh, by the way,

Cease fixed that aileron you tagged.

Yeah, I logged it in the files.

I'm sure glad you get all the problem flights.

See you later.

San Diego Control, this is Tr2.

Request clearance at 4,000 feet

to Point Bravo and south VFR to test area.

Tr2, this is San Diego Control.

You are cleared to Point Bravo via direct.

Uh, maintain 4,000.

Call on 119.3 on departing.

It's Tr2, thank you.

Now watch this.

Really lifts right off.

It's like driving out of a garage.

Yeah, we're hoping to sell a million of these babies.

Did Chuck Noland have anything to do with developing the Tr2?

No, not really.

It was all old man Mallory.

I mean, Chuck worked with me testing,

and did some, uh, promotional work.

I guess they figured a hero is always good for PR...

Were you and the Nolands very friendly?

Well, Chuck and I had a beer every now and then,

but that, uh, that was about it.

Did he ever bring anyone along besides his wife?

Now, look, he was married to the boss's daughter.

So, I-I made it a point not to know about that kind of thing.

His private life, I mean.

Did he ever mention a girl called Joyce?

Joyce?

She may be able to tell us why he was killed.

Well, it's-it's like I say,

what, uh, what he did off the job was his business.

Besides, I've-I've got enough to worry about right here.

Sure.

Now, this is the test area.

Do you, uh...

Do you get airsick?

I try not to, why?

Well, I'm supposed to put her through a few paces here.

Go ahead.

Stomach okay?

Yeah.

Uh, San Diego Control,

this is Tr2 departing Point Bravo.

Uh, Tr2, San Diego Control, very good.

Tr2, thank you.

Look, if you want to see how she feels,

just put your feet on those rudder pedals down there.

Take the joystick in your hands.

Now, push it forward to go down.

Pull it back to go up.

Want to make a turn, just give it a little rudder

and a little stick in the same direction.

You've got that?

I think so.

Oh, I, uh... I forgot to ask,

you, uh, ever fly an airplane before?

Hi, Joe.

Hi, Roy.

How you feel?

To lay it on you straight,

I've felt better.

Well, at least you're back among the living.

Yeah.

You feel up to talking about it?

Sure.

Who's Joyce?

That's what they've been asking me since I came to.

I just don't know.

Roy, tell me what happened in the elevator.

Everything you remember.

Man, it was wild.

Chuck Noland came in, I shut the door...

You knew him?

I rode him up to the 18th floor a few times.

We always talked a little.

Served in the same area in Vietnam.

Anyway, I closed the door, I heard this clank.

I thought maybe something's wrong with the cable.

Then, I looked down.

I saw this grenade.

I thought, wow, what do we do about that?

And then I knew. There's nothing.

There's no way.

I don't even remember the explosion.

I woke up here.

They tell me I was out a long time.

Now, you kept saying a name... Joyce.

Yeah, they told me.

Wasn't no other woman, Joe.

Nothing like that, honest.

Sure. Now don't worry about it.

You just get well.

Hey, Joe?

Tell my wife, there's no one else.

Never has been.

She knows that, Roy.

Well, he doesn't even remember the explosion.

It happens.

The shock blanks out the memory of everything

ahead of the traumatic event.

Well, his life may depend on getting that memory back.

Narcosynthesis might help.

I think he'll be able to take the anesthesia

as soon as his condition stabilizes.

How soon will that be?

Hopefully, within the next 24 hours.

Would you excuse me?

Thank you, Doctor.

Do you think they'll try for Roy?

Well, we're working in the dark.

Those grenades were thrown for a reason.

Roy might have the answer without knowing it.

What'll you do in the meantime?

See if I can shake up Lou Morgan and Atlas Enterprises.

Why, of course, uh, Elkins has his job back

when he gets out of the hospital.

Consider it done, Joe.

It's a little more serious than that, Lou.

I wouldn't like anything to happen to him

while he's in the hospital.

Joe, you're talking like I'm the Godfather.

That stuff went out years ago.

But garages are still in.

Yes, I heard about that.

I'm really sorry.

You know, I've been checking over your investments, Lou.

An experimental plane is a little out of your field,

isn't it?

I invest in a lot of things.

What's the payoff with Mallory?

Couple of bucks, I hope.

He has a good idea there.

Just make sure nothing happens to my client here.

You've got to stop watching the late show.

It's all legitimate now.

We don't wear pinstripe suits and carry violin cases anymore.

What do you carry your grenades in?

Hi.

Mr. Mannix.

Stoner around?

No. No, I had a flight scheduled, and he snatched it.

You know, this is getting to be a pretty easy job?

Stoner told me you nearly gave him a heart attack.

Yeah, well, these Tr2s are good, solid ships.

How about production problems?

None.

That's funny.

Your test program turned up a few.

I saw the flight reports.

I never found a problem.

Stoner has.

Every flight, according to the records.

Well, he is a perfectionist.

He would log it if a bug hit the windshield.

Now, what happens when, uh, he does find a problem?

Oh, well, anything that turns up's usually small.

You know, an aileron misalignment, compass error.

He just leaves a note for Cease, the mechanic,

and Cease fixes whatever's wrong at the end of the day.

But, uh, you've never found anything wrong?

Lucky, I guess.

Maybe Stoner has more to lose.

Colonel.

Mannix.

Mind if I join you?

There are over 100 bars in San Diego.

I take it this wasn't a coincidence.

Not exactly.

And over our drinks,

we're supposed to chat, is that it?

Pass the time.

About what?

Chuck Noland.

I had a feeling.

You probably knew him better than anyone else.

Oh, I did that, all right.

Can you think of anyone who'd want to kill him?

Almost everyone.

Including yourself?

Affirmative.

But I didn't.

Again, Scotch.

Because he saved your life?

Oh, yes, that.

On that occasion, he won the Silver Star.

We'd just come back from another nowhere sweep.

Pumping rockets into a jungle where there were no Vietcong.

Chuck spotted a group on the road. Civilians.

But he was looking for body count.

I said no, but he went back and worked them over.

We had no choice except to cover him.

Unfortunately, there were some real Vietcong

and some real weapons concealed in the hill.

When we made our climb out, they hit us.

I lost my engine and half of my right wing.

Wasn't my best landing.

I drink too much, now that I got a hollow leg.

You've never told anyone else that story.

What for?

Yet, feeling the way you did about him,

you still arranged

for a military funeral with full honors.

For the good of the service, Mr. Mannix.

What does the name Joyce mean to you?

What should it mean?

Someone that Chuck Noland knew.

I don't know any Joyce.

There was a Jennifer once, English girl.

Why?

I think someone is trying to louse up the Tr2.

Are you sure?

No, but I'd like to nail it down.

Have you got enough pull to get me into air traffic control?

Yeah.

San Diego Control, this is Tr2.

Request clearance at 4,000 to Point Bravo.

Uh, Tr2, San Diego Control,

you are cleared to Point Bravo via direct.

Maintain 4,000. Report on leaving Point Bravo.

This is Tr2. Thank you.

Have you got a sectional chart covering the San Diego area?

Yeah, um, right here.

That's Point Bravo.

Uh, San Diego Control,

Tr2 departing Point Bravo.

Leaving your frequency.

Uh, Tr2, San Diego Control, good test.

Frequency change approved.

Can you stay with him?

Yeah, I'll try.

He's continuing on course.

Descending now.

Is that his normal flight pattern?

Yes, it is.

Well, that's it. I've lost radar contact.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning that he's outside controlled airspace.

That's SOP for Stoner.

We lose him on the radar,

and ten minutes or so, he comes back on.

Can you, uh, give me a fix on his last position?

It's, uh, right here.

Four miles southeast of Hermosidad.

That's right on the border.

You think he could have set down in Mexico?

It's possible, but it's not likely.

There are mountains in the area, so he's below our radar.

It's as simple as that.

And you say that that's par for the course for Stoner?

Right. He'll show up again in about eight or nine minutes.

Stick around.

Oh, I'll take your word for it.

Mind if I keep this chart?

No. Sure thing.

- Thanks for everything. - Right.

What are you getting at, Mannix?

Oh, just trying to figure why Stoner went off the scope.

Planes do malfunction.

Yeah, on every flight.

Giving him a reason to set down in Mexico.

You mean smuggling?

When I was with Stoner,

he was in the test area for less than two minutes.

That's hard to believe.

How would you unload it?

The Tr2 is always brought back here to the plant.

A lot of people around.

He could have helpers or, uh, approval from the top.

Julian Mallory? Not a chance.

His one interest is in the plane itself.

It's not just that I think he's honest.

It's just that he wouldn't be interested in anything else.

Suppose he was pressed for financing,

and had to take a partner in who insisted on it

as the only way to continue the Tr2 experiment?

I still don't believe it.

While you're throwing some motives around,

suppose I was involved?

Aren't you putting yourself in some danger,

discussing it with me?

Colonel, when you were in Vietnam,

did you ever fly low to draw the enemy fire?

To see where they were?

Excuse me.

Mannix.

Joe, I just came from the hospital.

Anything happen to Roy?

No, he's fine.

He responded to the anesthetic.

He remembers everything.

About Joyce, too?

I don't know. He'll only talk to you.

It all came back to me, Joe.

Go on.

It was in the elevator.

Noland grabbed the grenade.

I guess it was instinct.

You're always trained to lob it back, get rid of it quick.

It was still in his hand when it went off.

I guess, he knew there was no way out.

That's when he yelled it.

Joyce?

No. Joy... stick.

You sure?

Yeah.

Joy... stick.

Like in a plane.

Twice, he yelled it.

Hold it right there.

Keep your hands in sight.

Now turn around.

Hey.

Morning, Stoner.

Care for some breakfast?

No, I don't think so.

I understand from the guard at the plant, uh,

he saw you last night. Said you were chasing somebody.

- He get a look at him? - Mm-hmm.

Sandy hair, moustache, about six feet?

Yeah, that's the guy. That's who I thought it was.

Do you know him?

Yeah, Les Carlson's his name.

He's a troublemaker used to work at the plant.

He's always been bad news.

You, uh, know where I can find him?

No, but, uh, I might be able

to get a picture out of the office file.

There may be a forwarding address.

What about fingerprints?

Yeah, well, anybody who works at the plant

has to have fingerprint clearance.

You want to, uh... you want to look at those files?

Yeah, let's go.

My office is at the back of the hangar.

I hope this'll help you out.

So do I.

Now, get some rope and tie up your friend.

Go on.

You made one big mistake, Stoner.

The man I'm chasing doesn't have a fingerprint record.

Now, let me put it all together for you.

You were getting more than performance information

from those test flights.

Chuck Noland found out

that you were certifying mechanical problems

so your grease monkey could come in here at night

and remove the heroin you were flying in from Mexico.

You're crazy, Mannix.

Noland found out.

I guess he demanded a piece of the action,

and that's when he got blown up.

Expect anybody to believe that story?

Not without evidence.

All right, Stoner, you're next.

San Diego Control, Tr2 request clearance

at 4,000 feet to Point Bravo then to test area.

Uh, Tr2, San Diego Control,

you are cleared to Point Bravo via direct.

Maintain 4,000.

Report on leaving Point Bravo.

Tr2, thank you.

♪♪

Hey, pal, you out of gas or something?

Cliff Lockwood, Cleveland.

Stoner sent me after the stuff.

I don't know any Stoner.

He didn't want to keep you waiting.

We got a hurry up call from Lou Morgan in L.A.

Now do you know him?

Maybe I know him, maybe I don't.

Heck, how do you think I found this place,

if Stoner hadn't told me?

Now, do I get the joystick, or do I tell him you've decided

to go into business for yourself?

Okay.

Okay.

Funny thing, Mr. Lockwood,

you remind me of a guy I know in L.A. called, uh... Mannix.

Hello, Schaeffer.

I knew there had to be a connection

to Lou Morgan someplace.

You've been a drag, you know that.

You've been a real drag.

That's beautiful.

A prepackaged bar of heroin.

You just loosen up one toggle bolt

and replace the whole joystick and take off again.

A few trips, and, uh, you're a million or so ahead.

Just hand it to Benji.

Lou didn't want you hurt.

He warned you twice.

Three times, you're out.

I'm not crazy, Schaeffer.

You don't think I'd come down here

without some backup muscle.

Too bad you're such a lousy pilot, Mannix.

You've got to keep up your air time,

or you get rusty.

No wonder you crashed.

How did I manage to do that?

Easy. We put you in the cockpit,

we set the controls for climb.

And you go up and up and up until finally,

it falls off in a spin.

And what am I doing, all of this time?

Nothing much.

You see, Mannix, in a crash,

you get your head bashed in.

You all right, Mannix?

Well, well, well.

The man who never was.

Sorry about that.

You're government.

That's why I couldn't get to your prints, right?

Treasury.

Then who threw the grenades?

Well, we figure Schaeffer did.

They've already picked up Lou Morgan.

Last night, when I was chasing you,

somebody clobbered me.

I'm afraid that was me.

Any particular reason?

They wired a grenade to your car.

We figured it was best to remove it before you opened the door.

You two were working together,

and you just let me stumble around in the dark?

You put things together that we weren't able to.

Just let you lead the way.

Thanks.

I always figured I was doing enough for my country

when I paid my taxes.

Mannix, thank you.