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Yeah, Pete.

Yeah, all right. Give me what you got on
relatives, business connections,

anything.

Look, that was no hit and run. That guy
was racked up deliberately.

He may conk out and we got murder one in
our hands.

What do you mean no background?

Look, the good fare, he didn't just dump
him on that corner out of nowhere.

All right, check some more.

All right, I'll hold.

That's two L's, right? Spinelli, Anthony
R.

Spinelli? Anthony R.

Manix! Sure, Mr. Spinelli.

Don't you worry about a thing. Is he
conscious?

No.

Well, he said something.

Same thing over, Manix.

Let's get him to surgery.

Yes, doctor.

Listen, this fellow Manix will be right
over. He'll be here any minute. Any

chance he can wait? No chance.

Sergeant Wiley?

Manix? That's right. Come on.

Excuse me. This is Mr. Mannix. He can
identify. He's been calling for you, Mr.

Mannix.

That's Anthony Spinelli, isn't it?

Now, who is he? What do you know about
him? And who tried to kill him?

Never saw the man before in my life.

Who's she?

I don't know.

Lou, how long ago would you say this
photograph was taken?

Oh, I'd say about 20 years ago, 25 at
the outside.

Corey Mannix here.

Listen, I'd like a check on a Greenbrier
photography shop.

Start with your 1940 files and come
forward.

Yeah, thanks.

I don't know what that's about, but
let's talk business.

Union Electronics wants a complete
overhaul of their internal security

I'm on a case, Lou.

What case?

But you said he was in a coma.

We didn't even agree to be hired.

How can I tell him I'm busy?

I'll put McMahon on it.

But he called for me.

He called my name.

Joe, you don't even know who he is.

I've got a lead.

This picture.

And what if you find her?

You can't say Spinelli hired you because
that would be violating the client's

confidence. You can't even mention his
name.

Maddox here.

Thanks, Corey.

Well, we found the photographer.

Joe, this is none of our business.

Lou, I'm a detective.

Somebody paid us $250 to help him.

I'd like to try and earn it.

Uh, Mr. Watkins? You want to leave
something here, or are you picking

up? Well, I'm not sure that you handle
this kind of a job. Suppose I decide

kind of job I'm capable of doing.

You see, I have this very old print, a
picture you took of a friend of mine

about 20 years ago.

And I don't suppose you'd keep a record
of a negative after all these years.

Listen, mister, my records go back 25
years.

Good.

There you are.

It's got your imprint on the back.

Greenbrier photography.

That's a long time ago. You're telling
me I gotta worry about a picture I took

20 years ago?

Look, you just told me. You've got all
your old records. Listen, mister, don't

tell me what I said.

Operator, give me the central police
station.

What are you doing?

Sorry,

pal, this is a criminal case. I'll just
have to subpoena that negative.

I'd like to speak to Detective Morrison,
Joe Mannix.

Put the phone down.

I'll get it for you.

I'll keep you company.

Come on, I'm getting old.

What's that?

Do you know what it is?

The same girl that's in the negative?

Well, what's her name? Where can I find
her?

This is Watkins.

This guy came in here.

Private cop.

Got a photo of Daniel.

An old photo.

You understand what I'm saying?

In 1917, my whole village, 260 families,
was scattered to the wind.

Bolsheviks, Mensheviks, Cossacks, people
of every race, religion, national

origin. I escaped. Why?

To make lumber jackets for pushcots?

Peddlers?

And who, sir, are you?

I'm a private investigator.

I have a client who's very ill, and I'm
trying to trace someone who might be a

relative. I found these pictures. They
look like the kind of photos that a

fashion model might use for a
presentation.

Yes, I know her. Her name is Daniel
Michaels.

A girl with a deep sadness.

Any idea where I might find her?

Perhaps at Synanon.

Synanon?

Was she a drug addict?

Oh, no. Now, what are you talking about?

Mr. Erbinoff, Synanon is a
rehabilitation center for drug addicts.

Synanon is a great many things these
days.

People go there looking for what?

Truth, drama, emotional experience.

I myself...

Donate clothing.

Well, uh, thanks, Mr. Herbinoff.

A warning, Mr. Mannix.

You may go there looking for Danielle,
but you may be forced to confront

yourself.

When I was your age, I was cutting wood
in the Kveska forest.

Can you say the same?

What do you think you're doing here,
nutty?

Well, I, uh, I was told, uh, a place a
guy could come if he was in trouble.

You never heard of a front door?

Oh, well, uh, I came in the front door.
People had seen me. So?

You ashamed to be seen coming in the
synod, huh?

Oh, one of those.

What's this?

A new guy.

Oh, I heard Joe Hopper say we were
expecting a guy at one. This must be

says he's a real hardcore addict.

Who sent you?

Uh, Mr. Herbinoff.

Oh, wait a minute. Isn't that the guy
that Danielle Michael used to work for?

Yeah, the dress designer.

What? See if you can go find her.

And let's take it.

The 502. Come on.

Just empty your pockets.

Empty your pockets on the table.

Come on, come on. Just put everything
down there.

Is that all of it?

Make yourself comfortable.

Okay if I smoke? No.

Danielle. You know what the trouble is?

People still think there's something
special about being a drug addict.

They think they're going to make this
big announcement, you know.

Here I am. I'm ready to rehabilitate
myself. And we're going to fall all over

ourselves begging a guy to save his
life.

Hey, maybe he's not ready to be
rehabilitated yet. Maybe he needs to go

shoot a little more dope, do a little
more time.

Hit Bob.

No. I think he's already there.

Look at him. He's all strung out.

You want to know something?

You're not even smart enough to become a
dope addict. Dummy, I'm talking to you.

You're not even smart enough. The very
fact you're alive is proof of your

insanity. It's obvious what his disease
is.

Stupidity.

Terminal stupidity.

Right.

Well, uh, can I say something?

Are you kidding?

What do you have to say?

You don't even have enough brains to
walk in the front door.

Look, shooting dope isn't the problem.

Shooting dope is a symptom.

The problem is learning to live like a
human being.

Okay.

Why did you come here?

Well, I'm not sure of that either.

I... Well, why does anybody come here?

Why do you come here?

Because a man named Sam Bailey cared
enough to save my life. Yeah, who's Sam

Bailey? Look, what difference does it
make? I'm trying to tell you something.

Oh. I can't buy that. I mean, a
beautiful gal like you, great figure,

to live... I had nothing like you.

Oh, come on. There's somebody who cared,
a family, somebody who cares about you.

I had nobody.

All right, everybody.

Downstairs. Out. Please.

Benny, we're in the middle of an
interview.

You know what?

There's a real straight shooter waiting
in the lobby.

Interview him.

All right, Benny.

You stay.

Mannix.

Benny.

How could you be such a jerk?

I needed information that girl who was
here, Danielle Michaels.

You couldn't come in the front door like
a Mitch.

I was chasing a man with a spear gun.

Chasing a man with a spear gun?

Yeah, I, uh... I've got to talk to her,
Benny. Tell me why.

Well, there's a guy in a coma in the
county hospital.

He's my client.

I never met him. I don't know who he is
or why he hired me.

That's a good one.

What's the punchline?

I don't know. I was hoping Danielle
could tell me.

Now, look, Mannix, all kinds of people
come here.

Lawyers and tailors.

Dope addicts, thieves, some troubled
people, some not so troubled.

Saints and sinners, people.

Now, some live here and some don't. Some
go and some come back.

And some die.

Danielle is one of our family. This
family is responsible for her, therefore

am responsible for her.

Well, I've got responsibilities too,
Benny. To your client and not to her.

We're not here to solve cases, Mannix.

We're here to help people build better
lives for themselves.

I don't intend to bite her head off. All
I want to do is talk to her.

All right.

Fine.

Fill out an application, join the club,
play the Synanon game, and you can talk

to anybody you like.

But time is of the essence.

Not here, Maddox.

Trust is of the essence. That's why
people come here.

Are you willing to tell Daniel
everything you know about your client?

His name?

Whatever you know about him?

Look, you are a private cop. You know I
can't do that, Benny.

Exactly.

Max!

Lou!

Lou, I'm going to do what you've always
wanted me to do. I'm going to use a

computer.

Lou, I'm going to use a computer.

For what?

Well, I want to run down to the
background of a girl named Danielle

I'll take care of that. Oh, Lou, you're
just what I need. There's a three -inch

briefing file in your desk concerning
your appointment tomorrow morning at

Electronics. Thanks, Lou. At 9 a .m.

Run this through the 360.

Mr. Maddox, I'm Sam Bailey.

I heard you asking about me.

Sit down.

You're a friend of Danielle's.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Mr. Maddox, stay out of Danielle's life.

Is there some reason why I should?

Yes.

Her real name is Mary Higgins.

Now, I didn't want to tell you this, but
I got to make you understand.

Afraid I still don't understand.

Do you remember the bombing of the Daily
Clarion 20 years ago?

Joe Higgins?

The saint of the radical labor movement.

Only he wasn't a saint anymore after the
bombing.

There were 14 working men in the
basement of that building when the bomb

off.

Danielle is his daughter. The daughter
of a murderer.

Joe Higgins died in prison six months
after the trial.

You know Joe Higgins?

Yes. I was in the movement.

But I was out of town in time of the
bombing.

What happened to Danielle?

Well, she drifted from this home to
that.

Later, she changed her name.

But she couldn't change the memories
that went with it.

She tried to kill herself.

Twice.

I found her.

And brought her to Synanon.

Was she a drug addict?

Oh, no.

Just a person trying to find a little
happiness.

She has that now.

She has a home with us.

She just started a job outside.

She's found a life again.

What can you do for her?

Maybe nothing, Bailey.

I don't know.

Thank you.

information you wanted, Joe, from
request to print out 32 seconds.

Daniel Michaels is an assumed name.

Real name, Mary Higgins. Father, Joe
Higgins.

I know this is a waste, but here it is
anyway.

The whole thing, the bombing, Higgins'
friends, the photographer.

Photographer?

Photographer Watkins, friend of Higgins.

Lou, my hat's off to you, the 360, its
brothers and sisters, and all the

offspring computers.

Watkins!

Hello, Mary.

Got the wrong name.

Not according to the machine.

Is that supposed to be funny or
something?

No, it isn't.

My name is Mary Higgins. My father was a
murderer. He killed 14 men.

What he made up for it, he died before
they could execute him in prison.

Is that what you want?

So you found a picture of me.

They needed a private detective for
that.

Do you remember who took it?

The man who was a friend of your father.

He was murdered last night.

And somebody tried to kill the man who
was carrying this picture in his wallet.

They may have well succeeded.

Who is he, Danny?

The man who was carrying this picture.

Who'd want to kill him?

What's going on here?

Where do you come up barging into my
office?

I thought it was a walrus tank.

Security.

So, Maddox, that's right, something
wrong.

Engineer.

There's no parking zone.

Just keep laughing, Maddox.

You're under arrest in case it hadn't
dawned on you.

Mind telling me the charges?

Murder and trespassing?

Oh, that's a lovely combination.

Now, it could only happen to Maddox.

Yes, of course, I'll go down and get him
out.

Yeah, thanks for getting me out before
lunch, Lou.

Those jailhouse tortillas really give me
a heartburn.

I'm glad you're taking this lightly,
Joe. I'm glad that facing a rep that

lead to the gas chamber hasn't altered
your fundamental self.

Oh, now, would a jury believe I knocked
off a photographer? Besides, it's your

fault. My fault?

Oh, now, how do you figure that?

Well, if your computers hadn't connected
Watkins with Higgins, I never would

have gone back to the Photoshop.

Very funny.

I bailed you out to take on the
electronic security case. I can't, Lou.

I'm still on the Spinelli case.

Not on intertext time.

You're off salary, Joe.

Hello?

I'm sorry you got into trouble.

I came to bail you out, but I see you
didn't need me.

Oh, I need you plenty.

Come on. No, I... We'll have a pastrami
sandwich.

Two pastramis on rye.

Yeah, make mine with Swiss cheese,
chili, dill pickles, potato salad,

Russian dressing. Where am I going to
put the pastrami? On the floor? Put it

a sandwich, Ernie.

Let's sit over here.

The man you wanted to know about.

His name is Spinelli.

He took me in after my father died.

He tried to protect me.

Must have loved you very much.

He was a poor, sad, bumbling man. And I
was

the daughter of the great Joe Higgins.

Danny, Spinelli was trying to tell me
something.

I think it might have been about your
father.

That he was a saint.

That he murdered 14 men on behalf of a
cause.

I don't even hate him anymore.

I don't care.

And why the bitterness?

Because I'm a liar.

Because I want somebody to make my
father a saint again.

I hope you like it.

I only blew a half a week's frost making
it. You're an artist, Ernie.

You say you don't know what he was
trying to tell me.

Can you think of anyone who might?

Close friends.

Friends he might have confided in.

He had a... cabin at the beach and and
he and some men used to go there and and

talk and play cards

This should be a clue.

October 14 1945 today the bombing

What

does

it look like to you

Spinelli. Right.

But he had nothing to do with the
bombing. He was in San Francisco.

According to this, he was right there.

License number, HNK 272.

The car your father was supposed to be
driving.

I planted the bomb.

Joe never even knew about it when I
found out there were men in the

I got scared. I ran.

All of us ran.

Why did he confess?

Somebody had to take the blame to
protect the rest of us.

I was afraid.

He was never afraid.

I'm sorry.

Tell me, uh...

Why did you hire me?

Because I couldn't live with myself
anymore.

I wanted you to find her so I could make
things right for her.

Spinelli, you're a liar.

You didn't need me to find her. You
could have found her in a phone book.

Danielle Michaels, 173 Greenview
Terrace. You know, you'd be a great

if it weren't for the parts you leave
out.

Max!

You're fired! You can't fire me.

I'm already suspended.

What are you trying to do?

Protect my client's interest the best
way I know how, by finding the truth. He

told you the truth.

He told you what you wanted to hear. My
father was innocent. I've got what I

wanted. Well, good for you.

Look, I've been lied to, shot at, thrown
in jail, suspended and fired from this

case. But you've got everything you
want, so it's all right. Well, it's not,

Danny. There's a murderer still running
around free out there.

I don't care.

Joe, do you know how I began this
organization?

I think so, Lou.

I began with a subleased 10 by 12
office, a desk, and a box of stationery

donated by my mother.

And an idea, an idea, Joe.

Yeah, I know. It was an idea both old
and new.

Now, some people call it cybernetics,
but that's such a cold word, Joe.

Now, I prefer to think of it in terms of
mathematical precision.

We're all as order, and nothing is left
to man's irrational temperament.

Yeah, I know.

You know, you know, yes, but do you
listen?

You've been suspended, Joe. In the
orderly scheme of things, a man who was

suspended sits home and waits.

Do you know what that word suspended
means?

Yeah, I've heard of it.

Then why, why, Mannix, are you here? Why
are you here?

There's these pictures, Lou. I just got
a feeling.

You've got a feeling.

A million and a half dollars worth of
the finest computers devised by man.

There they sit.

Silent. Mute.

Meaningless.

Because you've got a feeling.

Manic, sir.

You were right.

The guy in the driver's seat's a fake. A
lab superimposure.

No question about it.

Now it's impossible to tell who was
driving the car.

Thanks, Corey.

Where are you going now? Joints in and
on?

Of course, where else?

We'll be back by... 7 .30. We have a
game scheduled for around 4 to 8.

I've got to talk to Sam Bailey.

Sam's in a game. Well, can't you break
it up?

Wait a minute.

Now, Mannix, it's not a poker game.

It's a synonym game, learning people how
to talk to each other, not just

throwing chairs around a table. Yeah,
fine. What room, Benny?

I'm still playing the private detective
bit.

Now, look, when I first came here, you
said I didn't care about Danielle, that

all I was concerned about was my client.

And now?

I want to help Danielle.

How? By finding the truth.

All right.

Go ahead.

Room 502.

And remember, if Sam tells you anything
in this game, it's like a priest hearing

it in a confessional.

Are you willing to take that
responsibility?

Thanks, Benny.

Well,

now, look who's here.

Even a private detective can use a
little help. What you mean is that you

realize now that you're a human being. I
mean, is that what you're trying to

tell us?

Yeah, I guess.

Glad to hear that, because I wasn't too
sure about you.

Hey, what's your problem, Maddox?

Well, I don't think anybody likes me.

Why don't you start off being honest
with people, huh?

Maybe I don't know how. I mean...

Seems everybody's lying to me.

Well,

after a while, it becomes a method of
communication. Right, Sam?

Who's been lying to you?

Sam's been lying to you?

Wait a second. What do you want Sam to
tell you? Well, I want Sam to tell me

something. Something that happened
October 14th, 1945.

Hey, Billy.

That was before my time.

Hey, what are you so upset about, huh?

Because there's nothing to talk about,
that's why.

It's an old story, and it was in all the
papers.

Yeah, but Sam here can tell us about
that firsthand.

I told you I was out of town when it
happened.

Sure, he came right up to my office to
tell me. Why'd you come to my office,

Sam? To tell you to leave Danielle
alone.

Yeah, well, let me tell you something,
Sam.

An old friend of yours, Anthony
Spinelli, he confessed to a crime he

commit, the bombing of the Clarion.

A crime that Joe Higgins was punished
for.

Except I found a photograph taken at the
time of the bombing.

It showed Spinelli sitting behind a
wheel of a car license plate HNK 272.

Only it was a fake.

I had the lab print up the latent image.

It showed old Sam sitting behind that
wheel.

No kidding. I don't know what you're
talking about. I think you do.

What's going on here, Sam? You look like
you're about to go up in smoke.

That's right.

I remember. I'm not talking to no cops.

Listen, Sam, you've been carrying a load
of guilt ever since you came in here,

and you've copped to none of it. You
know, that's why you're more messed up

anybody here.

Come on, tell it to me.

That's why I...

was that we take care of Danny.

From the beginning?

From the beginning.

Each of us did what we could.

But it wasn't enough.

You care to tell me the rest of it, Sam?

It wouldn't help you, Mannix.

All right, game's over.

Anything he said you couldn't use.

Sam will have to make his own piece.
Yeah, I know, Benny, but right now it's

Danielle I'm worried about.

Danielle, get your things together. I
want you to come with me.

I'm not going anyplace with you ever.

Danny, will you listen to me? Your life
is in danger. Now let's get out of here.

My life is in danger from what?

I just left Sam Bailey.

Probably on way to the jail now.

Why would Danielle be affected by
Bailey's going to prison?

And keep your hands away from your
pockets, please.

Richard, what is this?

Last time I saw that spear gun, you were
wearing a rubber suit.

Go on, Mr. Mannix.

You were about to tell us.

What makes you think Danielle is in
danger?

Oh, nothing sensational. Just a few
little things.

Such as why would you hire an ex -model
to do a job that would normally require

a marine biologist?

Everyone is entitled to a second start
in life.

You all made a pact, didn't you?

Take care of Joe Higgins' daughter.

That fool, really?

No, he didn't mention your name. Not to
me, anyway.

That gun in your hand tells me all I
need to know. That and this whole place.

Pretty fancy.

Bought it in 1946, didn't you? Just a
year after the bombing of the Clarion.

Who a working man like you?

You never told me you knew my father.

He was your father's intelligence
officer, Danny.

Your father was a good man.

He was kind of an absent -minded
idealist who believed Sutton when he

the building was empty.

A bold jump into nowhere, Mr. Mannix.

Tell me, who stood to gain by the
bombing of the Clarion?

The radical labor movement?

Or the people who wanted it destroyed?

Richard.

I didn't know about Thefton.

I thought your father was guilty.

I was afraid you wouldn't believe me if
I came right out and confessed, so I

left a trail for Mannix to follow.

Why?

Because I loved you.

And you would have taken the blame.

It was the least I could do.

You're all I ever had.

But I never could give you anything.

But you have. You've given me
everything.