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She's walking in her sleep.

Thank you.

Maddox, would you come to my office,
please?

This is twice the retainer we require.

I'll pay twice the fee you ask. I expect
to get my money's worth, and I want the

best. So you said.

However, this retainer will be applied
against our usual fee.

We can't do better than our best, and we
don't charge extra for that.

Ah, Miss Carrie Day.

How do you do, Miss Day?

Mr. Wickersham speaks highly of you, Mr.
Mannix.

Miss Day would like us to check out a
man named Mike D 'Angelo.

Why?

Is my reason important?

Well, if I knew what you were looking
for, I might have a better chance of

finding it.

Mr. D 'Angelo has asked me to marry him.
I want to be sure of his motives.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, but I just don't
handle that kind of case. I buy only the

best. And I'm paying a double fee for
Intertech's best man, and Mr. Wickersham

has chosen you.

I'm sorry.

I want to know why you won't work for
me. I demand to know why.

Let's just say I don't like demands.

Do you want more money, Mr. Mannix?

On the contrary, Miss Day.

My advice is free.

You love the man?

Trust him.

I'm sure you can afford any amount of
money it might cost you.

Now, that was entirely on call for it,
Joe. You know, but... I'm sorry, Miss

Day.

I'm sorry.

I... I was trying to be like I'd like to
be.

Firm and strong.

I don't care about the money.

I just like not to be heard. Is that
unreasonable?

I don't mean to be insulting, but I
guess you're not very rich, looking here

all. No insult.

I'm not rich.

If a girl says she loves you, you
believe her because you have no reason

believe she's lying.

I want to believe Mike isn't lying
because I have a great deal of money.

And I'm not hurting him by trying to be
sure.

I don't want to be a suspicious wife
with doubts about her husband's motives.

Won't you please help me, Mr. Mannix?

Miss Day is having a house party. D
'Angelo will be there.

I'm sure you can put up Mr. Mannix for
the weekend. Oh, yes.

Everyone's arriving tonight.

Yeah, well, uh... I may be a little
late, but I'll show.

If... If anybody asks you, tell them I'm
in the insurance business.

Mr. Drake, I have an application for an
insurance policy on the

life of... Oh, yes.

This is the president of our company
with the board members.

Let's see, the life of one... Oh, yes,
here it is.

Uh, Michael D 'Angelo.

Yes, now, we'd like to make inquiries
about all prospective policyholders.

Why have you come to me, Mr., uh, uh,
Mannix? Yes, right. Now, uh, solidity is

the lifeblood of life insurance, and...
Somehow that doesn't sound right.

Solidity couldn't circulate, now could
it?

Well, no matter.

But being a man who deals in finance,
Mr. Drake...

naturally you'd understand our concern
about the financial stability of a

potential policyholder.

Now, we understand that you have sold
securities to Mr. D 'Angelo.

Well, he is a recent client.

We've had a few dealings. They were all
perfectly satisfactory.

Oh, right, right. Perfectly
satisfactory.

Now then, what is the nature and amounts
of Mr. D 'Angelo's holdings?

I don't discuss my client's confidential
affairs.

Oh, admirable.

That is admirable, Mr. Drake, and very
rare in this day and age.

However, being members of a financial
community, we do have a common interest

protecting each other.

No information without D 'Angelo is
okay.

Well, particularly since we note here
that one Walter Drake is having some

difficulty with the SEC over the sale of
unregistered securities of questionable

value.

I'm sure that I have...

Some other notes here someplace on the
sale of those securities.

All right.

D 'Angelo purchased $3 ,000 worth of oil
stock through me.

He paid cash to take a flyer and a
highly speculative item, which I happen

recommend. I know nothing else about
him. Well, you've certainly been most

helpful, Mr. Drake.

I don't suppose you'd be in the market
for some life insurance, would you?

No.

Playing peek -a -boo?

Oh!

You know, peeking in windows is not very
legal.

But then the man I'm after is not a
gentleman.

Are you sure I can't help you?

Not unless your name is Mike D 'Angelo.

Oh, here he is.

Thank you.

Who are you?

My name is Mannix. Miss Day invited me,
but she'll have to speak for herself.

Miss Day didn't invite me.

Well, that is understandable.

What do you want?

Mike D 'Angelo.

It is a woman.

A real woman.

Where's Mike?

I don't know you. What do you want?

Mike! Gwen, you do turn up to the oddest
places.

Did you think that you could brush me
off so easily?

How much are you paying for him?

I don't know what Mike's price is on the
open market.

He never expected money from me.

Who is she?

Carrie, if I hadn't known other women
first, I wouldn't appreciate you so

Gwen, don't be tiresome. Run along home.

What if I don't want to? Well, I want
you to. I'll take you to your car.

I'll take the lady home, Mike.

Come on, sweetheart.

You're not running because of me, are
you, Frank?

I'll be right back, Seth.

Now, Carrie, what do you think of D
'Angelo and his lady friends?

I think perhaps you'd better go up to
bed.

No, don't. You killed...

You all right?

Come on, now. Come sit down.

Harry? Harry!

What happened?

It's all right. It's all right.

Please, all of you, would you mind
going? I think it's better she be alone.

Sure. What do you think? Who knows?

Hey, what's with the gun?

He's a private detective.

Please, Uncle Ray. I couldn't catch him.

I want Carrie to be alone to rest. Yeah,
in a minute. Carrie, that man, he did

go out the window.

What'd he look like?

What business is this of yours?

Go ahead.

I... I couldn't see his face very
clearly.

It was... It was weird.

Like it came out of my dream.

Where were you when he shot at you?

In bed.

And the man?

Right there, where you're standing.

It's horrible.

This gun has just been fired.

That gun belonged to Carrie's mother.

Haven't seen it in years. I thought it'd
been lost.

Carrie? I've never seen that gun before.

No bullet holes in the bed or the wall.

Mr. Maddox, I suggest the matter be
dropped.

Somebody fired this gun in this room.

I'll call the police. Oh, no, you won't.

You tell me why I won't.

Because I don't want you to.

And because you are employed by Carrie,
who certainly doesn't want you to call

the police.

No.

No, you mustn't.

Please, don't call the police.

No police.

Just to satisfy my curiosity, Mr. Day,
why would a man show so little concern

when somebody has just been firing a
pistol in his niece's room?

Carrie, dear, try and get some rest.

Would you come with me, please, Mr.
Mannix?

Mr.

Mannix, Carrie fired those shots.

No bullet holes?

No chance to miss at that range?

Is there any other explanation?

Well, it doesn't seem to be at the
moment.

But yours doesn't make much sense.

It does if you know Carrie.

Carrie was released recently from a
mental hospital.

She spent ten years there.

Get my bag from the room.

You might tell Carrie I just have to
take another job.

Uncle Rick told you about me?

That doesn't mean I don't need your
help.

Carrie, I don't know what to say. I
just... Will you listen?

All right.

Until a little while ago, I lived at
Vespers.

That's a mental hospital.

I don't remember too much about it.

I guess it wasn't too bad.

But I'm all right now.

Really, I am.

I'm sure.

I was 15 when I went there.

I'm almost 26 now.

In between is empty.

In between is when you should learn what
it's like to grow up, have dates, to

know if a man kisses you because he
loves you.

Do you know of any school where I can
get a cram course telling a lie for the

truth?

How to read the meaning in somebody's
expression?

No, I don't.

I've met a few men.

They seem very nice.

And I'm frightened.

I'm not so much frightened of them as I
am of me.

Afraid that's one problem I can't help
you with, Carrie.

Wait. You could find out about my
friends.

And maybe find out about the man who was
in my room tonight.

The one with the gun.

Are you sure there was a man in your
room tonight, Carrie?

Very.

You know, dreams can be awfully real at
times.

I've lived with them all the time I was
at Vespers. The dreams were the worst

part.

One I had, I don't know how often.

Always two figures standing over a bed,
and sometimes I'm in the bed, and

sometimes it's somebody else.

They're going to stab, but not with a
knife, like a long needle.

Tonight was horrible.

Horrible as a dream, but real.

It happened, Mr. Mannix.

If I were still sick, would the doctors
have let me come home?

That'll be fine, Mr. Drake. Drake.

Oh, may I help you? In a moment.

I must say, you get around.

Is this where you get your tips on the
market?

Look, Mannix, I know you're a private
detective. I don't have to tell you

anything. I was just curious to know
what you're doing here.

I don't think it's any of your business.

But it just so happens I came to see my
wife. She's a patient here.

She recently developed a heartache and I
don't get to see her as often as I'd

like. Now, if you'll excuse me.

This looks like old home week.

Excuse me.

Didn't I see you at Carrie Day's?

Yes, you did, Mr. Mannix. I'm Robert
Adams.

Do we chalk up your being here to
coincidence, Mr. Adams?

Dr. Adams, I'm on staff here. And now
what brings you to Vespas?

Oh, well, I'm here to talk to Carrie's
doctor.

Huh.

I'm Carrie's doctor.

Please sit down, Mr. Mannix.

Carrie tells me she was released because
she's no longer sick. Is that true?

Even forgetting medical ethics, why
should I give you any special

Carrie's condition?

Because I'd like to help her.

Everybody wants to help everybody. To
hear tell, the world is drowning in

goodwill. I was hired for the job. I
have no axe to grind.

Carrie's money could grind a lot of
axes. For instance, say...

A private detective wins a rich girl's
gratitude and she finds she's come to

depend on him.

So he marries her and lives happily on
her money ever after.

What a nasty thought.

If I wanted to go that route, I wouldn't
be here asking for your cooperation.

And why not?

Show concern for Carrie in all areas.

Dr. Adams.

Right.

You want to help Carrie.

would you consider having nothing to do
with it?

Is that her doctor's order?

No. No, no. I used to give orders. Very
frustrating when I couldn't enforce

them. Now I protect my ego by offering
only suggestions.

Use your own judgment. Well, I don't
know enough about her to judge

intelligently. Let me put it this way.
Someone with a weak ankle favors it.

Limps. The weakness hangs on because of
overprotection. Now Carrie has been

emotionally ill.

She tries to run for cover to protect
her emotions.

She left Vespers to learn to get along
without tranquilizers, barbiturates,

without a hospital staff as a crutch.
And without a private detective to lean

on.

Goodbye, Mr. Mannix.

Doctor,

I have another question.

I'm sorry about this man, Doctor, but he
hurried past my desk before I could

stop him.

This is Mr.

Mannix, Miss Carter. I gather he often
hurries and is difficult to stop.

You had a question?

Yes.

Isn't there some sort of rule about a
psychiatrist socializing with his

No rule.

Approved procedure requires avoiding non
-professional relationships while the

patient is under treatment. Anything
else?

No. If I think of anything, I'll call.

By the way, this is a nice place you
have here.

I'll see you.

If that man comes back, I want to know
about it.

Yes, Doctor.

Somebody fired those three shots.

Now, it could have been the girl, but
then again, there's a chance it wasn't.

A chance.

Although she could be in big trouble and
need protection.

Anyone shooting at her at that range
wouldn't miss, so it had to be Blanks.

you're saying someone fired three shots
in a deliberate attempt to make that

girl appear to be psychotic.

Or trigger a...

A relapse and drive her back into a
mental institution.

You're building theories, and the word
of a girl is admittedly unstable.

Lou, I know it's thin. I know it's
improbable. But if I don't believe

then we walk away and I leave her to...
Well, I just got the computer report on

her chums.

Joe, I'm concerned with her reliability,
not her friends.

She's being treated by Dr. Robert Adams.

He's been sued by a patient in Michigan
some time ago in malpractice. Oh, and

Walter Drake.

It's just a matter of time before the
SEC catches him for selling high -class

wallpaper for grade -A bonds.

Oh, and Frank Toronto. You must remember
him from the police blotters.

And good old Uncle Rick.

Now, he should have plenty of money, but
somehow he never does.

And Carrie's 10 million must seem very
appealing to him.

Oh, now, here's one D 'Angelo.

Now, there's a crumb.

It's a crumb with a talent for getting
women to pay his bills.

Those are the playmates.

The playmates of a girl who's
inexperienced and helpless.

So what do we do? Just leave her naked
in that jungle?

Hi, Mr. Maddox.

Hello, Carrie.

By the way, I've arranged to have a man
named Pender here to guard you when I'm

not around.

He's on his way over now.

Hmm. Something wrong?

Well, it's a little frightening because
it means you think that somebody might

hurt me.

But I'm delighted because it means you
know I'm not dingy.

Listen, can you spare a moment?

Well, Mike's waiting for me on the
court.

D 'Angelo, fine, you can spare a moment.

Now, um, you met Dr. Adams at Vespers?

Mm -hmm.

He's the one who really made me get
well. It was almost like he forced me

be sick. I know it sounds funny, but
it's true.

He's wonderful, really.

And yet you're interested in D 'Angelo.
Oh, I like Mike.

And I know every patient falls in love
with a psychiatrist.

But my doctor says it's all right for
every girl to have trouble making up her

mind. For what?

Well, I hope that word doesn't get
around to some of the girls I know.

Look, you didn't meet D 'Angelo at best,
did you?

No. Mr.

Toronto brought him here one day. Mr.
Toronto's a friend of Uncle Rick.

He seems very nice.

Well, that's not exactly the word I'd
use to describe him.

Hey, Carrie.

Takes two to tennis.

I'd like to talk to him. Why don't you
tell him you have to powder your nose?

I'll be right back.

All right.

Hey, Maddox, isn't it? That's right.

I've known some private detectives.

All of them seemed as dirty as the
business they were in.

I suppose you met them while they were
turning over rocks to find gigolos.

Anytime you want to choose me, friend,
I'm available.

I'm frightened, but I'll try and hide
it.

You make a habit of frightening people?

Meaning what?

Carrie. She could be terrorized right
back into Vespers.

Or hadn't you thought of that?

You're not smart.

Why would I want to declare non -compos?

It would be like taking ten million out
of my pocket. Well, it's not quite in

your pocket.

However, if you made her feel jumpy
enough, she could run to you for

Are you hoping to peddle that fairy tale
to Carrie?

Make yourself the white knight who
marries the maid with the fat bank book?

You know, we could make a deal.

Now, she likes me.

I could bow out.

You're no competition.

She's pretty shook up about Gwen.

Yesterday's newspaper.

Carrie knows it.

I could tell her there's a new addition
to that paper and that you're an avid

reader.

Well, you tell her whatever.

She's in love.

And people in love don't listen.

I know about that because I'm in love
with her.

And I don't hear you.

Tennis?

Anyone? Pardon me.

Can you tell me which is Gwen Rogers'
apartment?

She moved.

You sure?

I should be. I managed a joint.

Forget it.

I don't want to see it. I don't want to
know how much it is.

I can't help you, and it will break my
heart. No forwarding address, nothing.

Mister, please.

Can you tell me when she moved?

Hey, she came up with a question I can
answer.

Last night, late.

Relax.

Nothing to get excited about, Mr.
Mannix. I want to do you a favor.

Get out.

I want to show you something. Move.

I was getting worried about you.

Show Mr. Mannix what we was getting
worried about.

Yeah, I could have blown you right up,
Mr. Mannix.

Next time, we might not be around to
help.

So maybe you better stay away from Gwen
Rogers.

Are you going to make it a habit of
turning up in my life?

Oh, well, I'm sorry about last night.

By the way, I'm Mannix.

Yeah, I know.

Frank in?

No, not now.

Mind if I wait?

Sure, why not?

Close the door behind you.

You a friend of Frank's?

I know him.

In other words, it's none of my
business.

Okay.

Drink?

Yeah, scotch.

Short water.

I, uh, ran into Mike D 'Angelo today.

Oh. Well, put that to me or they're
gonna all write the rest of the lyrics.

Forget it.

I get a little sloppy at times.

Mike's okay.

You know he expects to marry him this
day.

Maybe he's in love.

I mean, men fall in love for many
different reasons, and money is as good

reason as any.

He never was in love with me.

Men never are.

Only kids fall in love with toys.

But you fell in love with him.

Oh, I fall.

I fall hard.

Not this.

I mean, I'll stick around for a while,
and then I'll move on.

Well, here's to love and the happy
couple.

I don't think they'll get married.

Well, I hope not, for her sake.

You know, believe it or not, I feel
sorry for that little dame.

I mean, she's worse off than I am.

Money, looks.

What does it all mean?

I mean, if you're living your whole life
on the edge of like nothing.

You know a lot about her.

Not really.

Frank told me about that place that she
was cooped up in.

If I was stuck in a place like that,
it'd go out of my mind.

Which is a stupid thing to say
because... You don't get there unless

wrong with you already.

How long have you known Toronto?

Just since yesterday.

Mannix.

I won't know him for long.

Hello,

Frank.

Goodbye, Mannix.

I thought we'd have a little chat.

Maybe some other time. Oh, this won't
take long.

Go on upstairs.

Make it fast, Mannix.

What's on your mind?

Your friends delivered your message
about staying away from Gwen.

All right, Frank, now tell your friends
to take a day off.

We told them to stay away from Gwen.
Shut up.

Get out.

You know, having those guys around you
all the time, Frank, doesn't help the

element of surprise when they do show.

I told you upstairs.

Say, Frank and I have no secrets, do we,
Frank?

Do what you like.

Now, what did you have going with Rick
Day? And I'll check any answer you give

me. Why should I tell you anything?

Because I get very angry when people
plant bombs in my car or jump me.

I've even been known to lose my temper.

Now, we don't want that, do we, Frank?

Day and me are strictly legal.

How could I think otherwise?

A factoring operation.

We buy up due bills in the garment
industry.

Now, what about D 'Angelo?

He's anybody.

Just a guy.

Ran into him at the races.

Brought him to a party at days.

Out of the goodness of your heart.

Because you didn't want him to be
lonely.

If he marries money, he'll be a guy to
know.

You want out, Gwen?

What are you offering?

I'll stake you to the price of a hotel
room.

Thanks, Mannix.

I was downstairs.

Thought I heard a noise.

Came up here.

Her bedroom door opened.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up.

Carrie!

Carrie! What is it now, Mannix?

You got a key for this room?

Isn't Carrie in there? Have you got a
key? No.

front of the house.

Check and see if her prints are on this.

Want to bet?

Yeah, and have the lab look for anything
unusual about the prints.

Right. I'll see you later.

Come in.

I've ordered the ambulance. Get her old
room ready, the annex, 116.

She'll be arriving in about a half an
hour or so.

Yes, thank you.

How is she?

She took an overdose of tranquilizer.

Why the tree?

I'll give you a pat answer. She played
up there with an older brother she loved

a great deal.

His death first put on a realness. This
is some kind of regression, I suppose.

Will she come out of it?

We'll get her back to Vespas and
detoxify her. If it was a drug, she'll

home.

If not... She told me about a dream,
said it occurred pretty often.

Two figures over a bed about to stab her
or someone.

Does that have any significance?

She mentioned I dream frequently at
Vespas. We tried to find the meaning,

I'm sure it's significant, I just don't
know on what level.

They're ready.

Carrie. Come on, Carrie.

Come, darling.

Help me.

Keep that left up. Come on, keep up.

Operations tells me I'm off the case.
You are.

Do you mind telling me why?

Client's orders.

You're next, Mr. Wickersham. I don't
believe it.

Take the rest of the afternoon off.

Someone pressured her into calling you.

She didn't call.

Now, why was she going to mental
hospital?

Her uncle is a legal guardian.

You better keep your left up.

And he says, no case, no medics, no
more.

Look, Rick Day could be the reason she's
in Vespers. Now, the lab checked the

fingerprints on that lamp. She never
held it in her hand.

Her hands were placed on that lamp.

Now, those tranquilizers she took to put
her up in that tree could have been

given to her in a dozen ways.

Yeah, I wondered about that, too.

Look, I agreed with Day to take you off
the case.

I didn't mention to him I was sending
Pender out to Vespers to keep an eye on

the girl.

So take the rest of the afternoon off.

That fellow's giving me a headache.

Yeah, thanks, Lou.

All right.

This is Manning.

Get me Pender. He's in car 305.

Pender here.

Yes, Manny.

I'm... Pender?

You're not alone. Where's the annex?

Across the lawn. Why?

I want to see Miss Day. I'm sorry, Mr.
Mannix, but you'll have to wait. What

for? Only the doctor in charge can grab
permission to see the patient. Yeah,

well, who is the doctor in charge? All
right, now it's Dr. Adams. Get him for

me. I can't at the moment, Mr. Mannix.
If you'll wait... Look, when you get

send him over to Miss Day's room.

Where do you think you're going?

I want to see Carrie.

You can't see her right now.

Why not?

She's just coming out of it, Mannix. She
needs quiet, no visitors, and that

includes you.

Now, look, Adam, she can be in big
trouble. I doubt that.

I'll wait in her room.

Put him in restraint.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, but you just
can't barge into a hospital and turn it

upside down. I told you, Carrie's in
danger.

Carrie is fine. I just looked in on her.
She's resting quietly.

I'd like to check that out for myself.

You are a detective, not a doctor.

Her rest is very important to her now.
If you can calm down, perhaps you can

her later. That may be too late.

She may be just another patient to you,
but...

I love Carrie, Mr. Mannix.

You and I may know the rule against
personal relationships between

and patient. It's a good rule.

Unfortunately, it defines behavior, not
emotion.

I haven't told her, of course, but I
certainly wouldn't let anything happen

her. It already has. Now, somebody
wanted her back here in Vespers.

Who? I don't know.

This is ridiculous.

I can't believe Carrie is in any danger
here at Vespers at all. And you've given

me no facts to warrant altering my
judgment.

I'll be back to release you later.

Adams!

Well, I, uh... I swore I'd never tell,
but, uh...

She was going wild. I was just trying to
restrain her. She was trying to kill

you. No, she's a sick girl.

She's making up a fantasy.

I remembered the dream. It wasn't a
dream. It was real.

No, no.

She and Walter drank when I was here
before.

It was dark and it was night. I heard a
noise and I went to the door. She's

making up stories.

They were bending over the bed. His wife
spit.

They had a needle. Don't pay any
attention to her. They were talking

killing her.

No, don't pay any... Yes, I heard it. I
saw it. Where?

Just don't let him get away. He tried to
kill his wife. And she tried to help

him. He's right. I saw them.

I think she's a little upset.

Of course, that's understandable.

She expected to get a husband and she'll
get a jail sentence.

All she and Drake had to do was get rid
of an inconvenient wife.

Did you tell us?

Periodic injections of digitalis
building to a lethal dose.

And Carrie saw them.

That's why they tried to drive her back
here, so that no one would believe her

in case she did remember the murder
attempt.

It wasn't my imagination.

It wasn't a dream.

No dream.

Normal hospital.

I'm all right, then.

Would you like to go home?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you.

Oh, yes, yes, sir. Thank you, Mr.
Mannix.

That's all right.

I was wondering if you happened to get a
moment.