All language subtitles for Mannix S02E10 Night Out of Time.eng

Cliff, don't!

Cliff, don't!

You're in no condition
to drive!

Stop!

Stop!

♪ ♪

Hello?

Doreen, are you all right?

She isn't here.

This is the cleaning woman.

Where is she?

Miss Roberts didn't come home
last night.

No! Let go of me!

I-I-I hate you!

Oh, no...

♪ ♪

Cliff?

Cliff, are you there?

Look at you.

What happened
last night?

I don't know.

It's...

I...

Cliff, if you go on
drinking like this,

you'll be dead
before you're 40.

Some other time, Dad.

Did you talk
with the girl?

Doreen?

Yes, of course, Doreen.

Who else?

Did you talk with her?

Dad--

Something crazy--

I can't remember.

I can't remember a single thing.

What happened to your hand?

I th...

I think I cut it on a glass.

In a brawl?

I told you, Dad,
I can't remember.

Nothing you did would
surprise me, Cliff.

Clifton Ross, Junior.

How do you do?

Uh...

Ross, uh--

Your father is head
of Ross Aircraft?

Right.

I'm, uh, I'm known as the Ross
who never got off the ground.

Sit down.

Now, uh, what can
I do for you?

Mr. Mannix,

I want to know what I did
from yesterday afternoon

until I woke up
this morning.

Memory blackout, huh?

I guess you might
call it that.

It's like a bad trip.

Was it a trip?

No, I never, uh--

I drink, but, uh,
but that's all.

Why is it important to
fill in this gap?

Well, because I'm...

I'm scared stiff,
Mr. Mannix.

Of what?

I think I may have
been involved in...

in, uh, some sort
of violence.

What sort of violence?

I may have killed somebody.

Oh, you, uh, mind?

All right, now, uh...

what makes you think
you killed someone?

Well, I keep seeing, uh,

bits and pieces of last night

in flashes, but I can't
put it together.

The shirt I wore last night
had blood all over it.

My own maybe,
I'm hoping it's mine.

And if it isn't?

Well, there's this girl,
Doreen Roberts.

Were you with her
last night?

It's true! It's true!
You're lying!

You all right?

Huh?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I was with her last night.

We had a fight.

A terrible fight,
I remember that much.

I tried to call
her this morning.

She wasn't there.

They say she didn't
come home last night.

Hmm... Okay, uh,

let's take it from the top.

Uh, tell me everything you
can remember about yesterday.

Well...

there's nothing out of the
ordinary about the morning.

I picked up my car about 11:00,
and drove home.

I skipped lunch...

and later in the afternoon,
my father came home.

We had one
of our fights.

About what?

Doreen.

He'd been after me
to break it up.

So I... I went upstairs
and I had a drink.

Just one?

Well, a couple, maybe.

Anyway, that's the last thing
I remember clearly.

Do a couple of drinks
always do that to you?

Oh, nothing like, uh...

I wonder if that drink
was doctored?

In your own home?

No, I guess not.

Now, uh...

about these bits and pieces
you keep remembering.

I can remember coming by here

to pick her up around 7:00.

No word from
Miss Roberts at all?
No.

Well, is it unusual
for her to stay out
all night?

I think people
are entitled

to lead their own lives.

I certainly agree
with you, Mrs. Blainey.

Were you by any chance
anywhere on this floor

last night
while Mr. Ross was here?

As a matter of fact,
two or three times.

The other tenants
called me up here.

They were complaining
about the noise.

They wanted me
to call the police.

What were we fighting about,
Mrs. Blainey?

Really, Mr. Ross?

You mean to say
you don't remember?

I don't remember,
Mrs. Blainey.

I swear.

Mrs. Blainey,
you'd be doing him

a great service if you tell him.

Well...

the whole
house could hear.

She said...

It's true, I tell you!

I'm going to have a baby!

She told me that?!

What did Mr. Ross say?

He was shouting:
"You're lying. It isn't true!"

How long did
this go on?

About an hour.

And then,
all of a sudden,

everything seemed
to quiet down

and I thought that...

Well, the least you can do
is take me to dinner.

What did you think,
Mrs. Blainey?

I'd rather not say.

Anyway, they both left,
together.

But of course you was here
last night, Mr. Ross.

And you were
really flying.

I hope you forgive me
for what I said.

And what was that?

Don't you remember?

I was obliged
to ask you to leave,

and when you refused...

What?

Two of my men
had to bounce you out.

Why?

It's all right.
Tell him, why?

He was shouting at the lady.

At Miss Roberts.

And he said...

You've got to tell me,
no matter how bad it is.

I was close
to your table,

and I couldn't
believe my ears.

I didn't mind it so much,
but the customers--

you know how it is.

What'd he say to her?

He said...

I ought to kill you!

Once I said that
to my Maria,

and then I married her.

Harry, last night,
where'd I say

I was going from here?

You weren't saying
anything, Mr. Ross.

You'd passed out.

Well, how did he get
away from here?

The girl drove.

I helped her get
him into the car.
That's all?

Well, then she went over there
and made a phone call.

Did you hear any of it?

I had my hands full
with Mr. Ross.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

You're not going to pull out,
are you Mr. Mannix?

Cliff?

It looks like Doreen's dress.

Better open it up.

♪ ♪

Here-- that'll make you
feel better, Mr. Ross.

Oh, thanks.

I killed her.

Well, they're not sure
of that yet.

Well, it adds up, doesn't it?

My father needling me,

"Get rid of her.
Get rid of her."

I guess I finally, uh...

That remains to be seen.

What do we do now?

Well, we, uh, call the police
and tell them everything

that happened.

The police.

Do we have to?

We have to.

Can I, uh... Can I clean up?

Yeah, sure. Upstairs.

Thanks.

Peggy, get me Lieutenant
Angstrom in Homicide.

Yeah, Lieutenant, he'll be here,
and so will his car.

Right.

Cliff!

Cliff!

Peggy?

Peggy,
bring me my apartment keys.

Do you think he's
killed himself?

Condition he's in,
he might do anything.

Not here.

Maybe he's outside.

His car is
still here.

Yeah, that's because
I've got his keys.

I wonder where he went.

I don't know.

It was the worst thing
he could have done.

Ride with me?

Uh, no, I'll
take my own car.

By the time
you get there,

I'll have it typed up
and ready for you to sign.

If I know your
department, I could
go by way of Azusa.

Joe?

I think you better
ride with me.

4K-13.

Notify Homicide
to put out an APB on Cliff Ross.

Suspicion--
murder.

Go into my office.

I'll have the
statement typed.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

I'm sorry.

I was kind of swamped.

I felt I had to get out.

Where did they pick you up?

They didn't.
I came in on my own.

Oh?

I talked to, uh,

Charles Hobart,
my dad's attorney.

He convinced me
the only thing

I could do was
turn myself in.

I've, uh...
I've told them everything,

as much as I can remember.

The one thing
that helped me to decide was...

Well, I was leaving you
wide open for trouble.

Oh, I'm not in any trouble,
but thanks, anyway.

Uh, this is Charles Hobart.

Mr. Mannix?

That's right.

Thanks for helping.

As you can see, I gave Cliff
exactly the same advice you did.

Yeah, well, he's going
to need a good lawyer.

They found the girl's body.

Doreen...

She was stabbed to death,

and then, sometime later,
thrown into the marina.

What's this going to do
to my father?

I thought I was past being hurt

by anything
that boy could do.

Mr. Ross, I believe
your son is innocent.

I know he's innocent!

He's wild, irresponsible
and fouled up,

but he's not a murderer.

I'm afraid that's more of a
character reference, Clifton,

than a defense.

He was drunk,
out of his mind.

It takes discipline--
clear thinking--

to commit this sort of
a premeditated crime.

If I were a juror...

But the state won't claim
premeditation, I told you.

They'll call it
a crime of passion,

and that gives us a chance.

Charles, I told you
I wouldn't stand

for an insanity plea.

On the face of it,
I can't see any other way.

No one is going to label
a son of mine a lunatic,

and lock him away in an asylum
for the rest of his life.

Mr. Ross, whatever
we might think,

the police still
have a very strong case.

I don't care
what their case is, Mannix.

Your job is to break it down.

That's how you make
your living, isn't it?

Outsmarting
the police?

I'm afraid you've been reading
too many paperbacks.

Look... we know
the sort of a girl she was;

I had her checked out.

She knew dozens of men; it
could've been any one of them.

Nevertheless, it was Cliff
who was with her last night.

Until 9:00.
That's all they can prove.

They left the restaurant
at 9:00 and vanished.

According to the
medical examiner,

the girl was killed between
midnight and 2:00 a.m.

But not possibly before 11:30.

Now what if we can prove
that Cliff

was not with her at that time?

That, Mr. Ross,
is what the paperbacks call

"a perfect alibi."

That's what we want,
an alibi.

Cliff didn't kill that girl.
Prove it!

Nail down his alibi.

No, I'm sorry.

After we left the restaurant,

it's a blank.

There weren't
any flashes at all.

I guess I really
must have been out.

Nothing in the car?

Nothing concerning a car,

Except when you were driving?

Nothing.

Ross?

Lieutenant would like
to see you, Mr. Mannix.

You, too, Ross.

Cliff.

Melinda, Johnno--
what are you doing here?

Good news, Cliff.

It's going
to be all right, son.

Out there is Joe Mannix.

Joe, I want you to meet
Mr. and Mrs. Webber.

How do you do?
How do you do?

How do you do?
They're old friends of mine.

We worked on a couple
of civic projects

before they moved
down to Palm Springs.

I thought you might like

to hear things
first-hand, Joe.

You're on,
Mr. Webber.

Well, we heard about
Cliff being picked up

in connection with a murder
in Los Angeles last night.

And as soon
as we heard,

I said,
"Jonathon, we've got

to drive up right
away and tell them."

We're in a position to know

Cliff can't possibly
be involved.

I'm very happy
to hear that.

Darling, don't
you remember?

Oh, yes, your father
said something about
a blackout.

But you honestly
don't remember

that you spent practically
the entire night with us?

Did I?

Did I really?!

You dropped in around 11:00

We filled you up
with black coffee.

You really
needed it, too.

We talked,
played some records.

You started back about 2:00.

2:15, dear.

I remember looking
at my watch

and wondering where
the time had gone.

Well, isn't
that something?!

Isn't it really something
to have friends?

It sure is.

You know these people to be

responsible citizens,
Lieutenant.

It's up to you now.

Do you want to call
the district attorney

or shall I get a writ
of habeas corpus?

I'll call the D.A.

It'll be all right.

Until this case
is wrapped up,

I want that boy on tap.

He'll be around, Lieutenant.

Thanks again, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I'd like
to take the credit,

but then I was just digging
around here for an alibi.

When, all of a sudden,
one pops up out of left field.

But then, that's the way
it happens sometimes...

I guess.

That Doreen Roberts thing you
been working on, Lieutenant--

Yeah, the floater.

Well, we turned up
something funny.

Like a handbag,
a driver's license,

a couple
of credit cards...

Yeah, Doreen Roberts.

It looks like a knife
might have done the job.

I know, some,
some sort of Japanese deal.

How'd you find out about it?

Well, when the owner came home,
it looked like

an instant replay
of World War II.

Your Doreen may have been dumped
in the water in L.A.,

but it's, uh, our guess
she was killed right here.

Hold on, Chuck.

Benjie, put out a call
for the Ross boy.

And I want a car right away.

What's cooking?

Strangely enough,
it looks like the girl

was killed in Palm Springs.

Okay, Chuck,
keep in touch.

Oh, one more thing.

Who does the house belong to?

Kelsey Davenport.

Do you know him?

Sure, he's a good friend
of mine.

Did you ever go to his house?

Sure,
lots of times.

When he wasn't there?

Yes. He gave me a key.

Did you ever go there
with Doreen?

A few times.

What about the other night?

Well, I don't see how...

I don't remember.

That house is only a mile
and a half from the Webbers.

Do you think I killed her,
Mr. Mannix?

...flashes, but I can't
put it together.

The shirt I wore last night
had blood all over it.

My own maybe--
I'm hoping it's mine.

And if it isn't?

Well, there's this girl--

Doreen Roberts.

You were with her last night?

How many times
do we have to hear it?

Shh, Peg.

You all right?

I can recite it in my sleep.

There's something bugging
me and I don't know

what it is, but it's
on this tape.

I was with her last night.

We had a fight,

a terrible fight.

I remember that much.

I tried to call her
this morning.

She wasn't there.

They say she didn't
come home last night.

Hmm... Okay, uh, let's take it
from the top.

Tell me everything you
can remember about yesterday.

Well, there's nothing out of
the ordinary about the morning.

I picked up my car about 11:00,
and drove home.

I skipped lunch.

Later in the afternoon,
my father came home.

We had one of our fights.

About what?

That's it.

I picked up my car about 11:00,
and drove home.

What do you mean you
"picked up your car"?

It was being serviced.

Everything?
Oil change, the works?

Yeah.

Peggy, get me
Charles Hobart
on the phone.

Right.

Now, look, we've got
one slim chance

to prove that you
weren't in Palm Springs
the other night.

While I'm gone,
I want you upstairs;
don't answer the phone.

Play the radio, television,
read-- anything you want--

but stay put this time,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

All right, now, move.

Yes, sir.
Mr. Mannix
for Mr. Hobart.

It's urgent,
please put it through.

Mr. Hobart,
it's Mannix here.

Have the police
been around to see you yet?

Oh... hello, Mr. Montgomery.

Yes.

That particular matter
is currently under discussion.

The police are there now?

That's right.

Listen, the boy is here.

He came over to thank me
for what I did,

but I'm afraid he's going
to need some more help.

I've got to keep him free
for a while.

Well, that's
very interesting.

You do realize
there are certain

legal responsibilities
to be met?

Can you get me 24 hours?

Absolutely out of the question.

Well, how much, the outside?
Uh, five hours?

Well, uh, possibly I could
recommend that to my client,

but, uh, he may not think
it's a good enough offer.

I'll do my best.

Well, uh, guarantee them

that you'll deliver him
to headquarters

at say, uh... 9:00 tonight.

That ought to hold them.

Right.

Splendid.

But what if the police come
while you're gone?

What'll I tell them?

Tell them, uh...

You'll think of something.

♪ ♪

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

No one's allowed in here.

I'm a private detective.

My name is Mannix.

Well, I don't care
who you are.

No photos and no trespassing

without
the lieutenant's okay.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't know that.

Tell me about your friends,
the Webbers.

They seem to be
highly reputable people.

The most respectable
friends I've got.

Any reason they
might lie about you?

No.

They've always liked me.

I can't imagine
they're not telling the truth.

What'd you do to your odometer?

What?

In your car! Did you monkey
with it? Turn the mileage back?

What are you talking about?

Don't lie to me.
The police can check it out.

I never touched it!

All right.

I just had to make sure,
that's all.

Does this invoice
look familiar?

Yeah, it's the work I had done
on my car that morning.

What does it say
under mileage?

32,250.

Yesterday, before you turned
yourself in at headquarters,

how many miles do you say
you'd put on your car?

About 25 at the most.

Hmm... 32,250.

What is it?

That may be your lucky number.

Los Angeles to Palm
Springs, Lieutenant--

110 miles each way.

And here's his mileage
as of noon yesterday.

Now, yesterday and
the other night combined,

the most he could
have added was 40 miles.

So?

Check with your garage.

They'll bear me out.

Angstrom here.

Get me the odometer reading
on the Cliff Ross car.

And make sure there was
no tampering with it.

Go on with your theory.

Fact--
inescapable fact, David.

Young Ross was not
in Palm Springs the other night.

At least, not in his own car.

He was there, Joe.

Maybe somebody wants
you to believe he was there.

Like the Webbers,
his best friends?

Well, I'll admit Webbers' story
doesn't quite jibe

with the rest of it, but...

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

You were right
on the odometer mileage.

It wasn't juggled?
So what?

So his car
couldn't have been

to Palm Springs and back,
but he could've.

Something's been juggled.

I'll be in touch.

Mannix, come on in.

Mr. Mannix, nice
to see you again.

Mrs. Webber.

Would you like
some trunks?

Take a swim?

It's a hot one,
isn't it?

Uh, no, thank you.

Dip will cool you off
in a hurry.

We keep the water
at 70 degrees.

None of those
lukewarm baths for us.

How about a drink then?

Oh, thank you.
Whatever you're having.

Jonathon?

What brings you down
to the Springs, Mannix?

Well, I'm still
missing a few

answers on the case.

Oh, about Cliff?

Have you heard from the
police, Mr. Webber?

No. Anything new?

Well, a few conflicting facts.

For instance: when Cliff was
down here with you that night,

he was pretty ragged,
wasn't he?

Well, you heard
him yourself.

He doesn't even
remember being here.

What bothers me
is how he managed to drive.

Some people just
have that ability,

especially Cliff,
with that car.

It was practically
a part of him.

Uh, that white foreign job?

Yes.

You saw him drive away
in his car?

We were terribly
worried about him.

You're sure it was his car?

Well, I, I'd say yes.

I think so.

What are you
getting at, Mr. Mannix?

Cliff never drove his white car
down here, Webber.

Why did you lie?

He wasn't here at all, was he?

The trouble is
the police now believe

the girl was killed right here
in Palm Springs

just a mile and a half down
the road at Kelsey Davenport's.

Maybe you'd both better
jump in the pool

and, uh, think it over.

You'll probably find it
way over 70 degrees.

Mr. Mannix, we thought we were
doing the right thing.

Melinda!
Jonathon, he knows.

We've tried desperately hard
to protect Cliff, Mr. Mannix.

We've known him
since he was a child.

Jonathon called Cliff's
father and told him that

we were willing to say
that the boy was with us.

You allowed those two people
to lie-- to risk a prison term

to get your son
off the hook?!

What's he talking about?

Well, you outsmarted
yourself, Mr. Ross,

'cause you put your son
in the one place

he shouldn't have been.
Will someone please tell me

what the devil
is going on here?

I'll spell it out for you
in legal terms, Hobart.

Mr. Ross and his friends,
the Webbers,

conspired to create
a false alibi.

What?!

Your son was never
in Palm Springs, Mr. Ross.

I'd like to know
who's going to believe that now?

Clifton, do you realize

the consequences
of what you've done?

The boy is innocent.

I did what I thought
had to be done.

Given the same circumstances,
I'd do it again.

Look at the two of you.

What do you know about it?

How easy it is
for you to moralize.

Well, let me tell you,
gentlemen,

when your son's life
is on the line,

you don't stop to think in terms
of moral principle.

That's just the
trouble these days.

People twist the law
to suit themselves.

The bigger the man,
the bigger the twist.

Well, that usually
boomerangs, Mr. Ross.

You and the Webbers
can take a bow

for locking the case
up tight for the police.

And you've practically
sent your son to death row.

I think we ought
to call the police.

Let them have
Cliff right now

before any more
harm is done.

Now wait a minute.

They're not expecting
him till 9:00.

I want that extra time.

What can you do
in a couple of hours?

Ask me again at 9:00.

Given us almost a classic
example, Mr. Ross.

From a condition
of exaggerated perception,

where all sensations were
distorted and magnified,

you lapsed into
a semi-comatose
condition in the car.

However, if your mind

continued to receive
impressions,

then what we propose
may allow us

to find whatever's
buried there.

But these impressions
may be even more exaggerated.

I understand, Doctor.

You better understand this,
too, Cliff--

if you do remember the ride,

there's always a chance
the truth will prove

that you did
go to Palm Springs.

You know what
that can mean.

Yes.

I've got to know.

Cliff... Cliff,

do you hear me?

Mr. Mannix.

Cliff...

Cliff...

can you remember?

It is your baby!

Now leave me alone!

Doreen...

Doreen...

Yes, Cliff, what is it?

Can you remember, Cliff?

Knife.

She's... she's falling.

Where are you, Cliff?

Bells...

...loud... bells ringing.

What sort of bells, Cliff?
A church?

Sun...

...blazing sun.

It's night, Cliff. Night.

Yellow... yellow sun...

blinding...

...s.. sun...

Where are you now?

Jungle...

A cage.

Jungle flowers.

A cage in the jungle? Where?

A place...

All exaggerated,

but all with some basis
in reality.

Flags...

Gold flags waving.

Is there a sky--
a night sky, Cliff?

Foghorn...

...music.

The car.

You're in the car, Cliff.

Doreen's car.

Your head is back
on the seat.

You're looking up.

Yes...

Street lights...

Yeah, street
lights, Cliff.

Where are you?

Boulevard...

Which one, Cliff?
Which boulevard?

Temple... dragons on it...

Dragons?

Might be the Chinese.

A temple or a theatre?

The Chinese Theatre?

Chinese Theatre...

That would make it
Hollywood Boulevard.

Which way, Cliff?

Can you remember?
East or west?

Tower...

turning...

tower...

round...

round tower.

The Capitol building.

That's on North Vine.

You turned north
on Vine, Cliff.

North.

Doreen.

You're in the car, Cliff.

You're in the car
and Doreen's driving.

Ocean...

No, no, Cliff, you're going
east on Hollywood Boulevard.

You turned north past
the Capitol building.

You're going away
from the ocean.

Surf...

surf pounding...

pounding surf.

No, Cliff.

No, not surf, Cliff, water.

Where is it?

Where is the water?

You're going away
from the ocean.

You're in the car driving,
Doreen is driving.

Doreen...

...driving.

Water, pounding.

Like s-surf...

waves...

over and over...

and over...

and o... ver...

Well, there's your
ocean surf.

This place mean
anything to you?

Yeah.

Right over there is where
Charles Hobart lives.

Hobart?

I had a different
candidate in mind.

What do you know--
friendly family lawyer.

Bells... clanging.

Were you here
the other night?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Wait a minute.

There's your
sun, Cliff.

Your blazing sun
at midnight.

Yes.

Yes.

What about this?

Look like
the golden flags?

Yeah.

And this must be the cage...

in the jungle.

Well, that accounts
for everything but the foghorn.

I wonder...

That's it.

That's what I heard.

The foghorn...

when I saw the knife...

This is the place.

This is where
Doreen was killed,

and I saw it happen.

All we need is some lab men
up here to prove it.

Doreen and Hobart?

It had to be somebody
with access to your house.

Drug your liquor.

Now, he could have had
Doreen call him later,

knowing the condition
you were going to be in.

The telephone call
from the restaurant.

And then
he had her drive you here.

Now, that accounts
for the sunburst,

the music, the foghorn,

the knife coming down,
Doreen falling, the works.

And then you're home.

All that's left
is planting the
phony evidence

in Palm Springs
to close the trap.

Yeah, and it might have worked,
too-- except for one thing.

You had your car serviced.

You know, there's still
one thing that bugs me.

Mannix, what's going on?

Cliff's been hurt.

See if you can help him.

Webber.

Let's get over
to the chair here.

What happened?

Somebody started
shooting at us.

Who?

Our friend
with the alibi.

Jonathan Webber?

He was the father
of Doreen's baby.

You were my first
candidate, Hobart.

It could've been your baby
Doreen was talking about,

until that phony alibi.

Then when that broke down,
Webber came up strong and fast.

Yeah, Lieutenant Angstrom,
please.

It's Mannix here.

Were you in the habit
of lending him your apartment?

Weekends... if he was in town.

I spend most of them on my boat.

Oh, Angstrom, you can have
that boy now, if you want.

Charles Hobart's apartment.

It's at Gramercy and...

You know it?

Good. Oh, Dave--

you better send along
an ambulance.

A fellow here by the name
of Webber got himself shot.

Right.

Now, I've got an idea
he was waiting for you, Hobart.

You're the only person
that could have tied him

into this apartment that night.

I was beginning to wonder.

I wasn't quite buying
his suggesting the alibi.

If Cliff's father
had come up with it,

yes, I could
understand that,

but Webber.

Doreen.

I'm sorry for her.

I'm sorry for her.

Cliff?

Cliff!

The trip's over.

It's all over.