All language subtitles for mannix_s02e08_who_will_dig_the_graves

Phillips is ready to see you now.

Walk halfway down the street. A vehicle
is waiting.

It will take you to Mr. Phillips.

Come on, what's all the mystery?

Alex?

That's right.

Get in.

Take off your coat and shirt.

Hey, who's that?

Let's find out.

It's him? Oh, it could be.

Who is he? Come on, Doc, give us a
break.

Is it David Blair Phillips?

I don't name him, I just wheel him.

Mr. Maddox, forgive me for getting you
here at this ungodly hour. I'm Dr.

Gregory. Curiosity got me here, Doctor.

I wanted to see if there really was a
David Blair Phillips.

Manics, eh?

I'm what's left of David Blair Phillips.

Oh, David, we mustn't give up hope.

We hope, but I'm the one who's dying.

I hear you find needles in haystacks.

Well, with a little luck in the right
harvest season.

Run the film, Mark.

And tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
savory, sage,

rosemary, and thyme, without any seam or

needlework. And then she shall be a true

love of mine.

And tell her to wash it in your...

Recognize her, Mannix?

Susan Ward. Before she became Mrs. David
Blair Phillips.

I want you to find her for me.

Susan Ward.

Died January.

Clothes found on the Monterey Beach with
a suicide note pinned to them.

I can't pass miracles, Mr. Phillips.

Show us the news photographs, Mark.

News photographs taken at the Aloma
Music Festival three days after she

committed suicide.

Unless the cameras lied, Susan was alive
on January 21.

Susan became famous singing at that
festival.

Why'd she run away?

That's my private affair.

I hunt people who are lost, Mr.
Phillips, but not a woman who doesn't

found.

I was cruel without reason.

Jealous without cause.

I kept her on a short leash.

When I wanted her, I pulled.

The bitter irony is I did it because I
loved her.

Because I was afraid I would lose her.

So, of course, I lost her.

I'm dying, Mannix. I want her back.

To make amends if I can.

Mark.

This is all the information we have on
Susan.

And $20 ,000.

And if she doesn't want to return?

Then I've lost $20 ,000.

Good night, Mannix.

Bledsoe? Yes, sir.

When he finds her, kill them both.

In a city built on laughter, I have
found you crying, caught you in

tears. Trust in me and from hereafter,
you'll be safe from sorrow,

shattered fears.

Trust in me, I will care for you,

share a grace with you.

I'll make a place for you, for you and
me,

you and me.

And if it pleases you, I'd be honored to
serve

you, take a stand for you, always there
with a loving hand, you

there with yourself.

Yes, and I...

Try the park.

I'm here about a discovery of yours,
Susan Ward.

Keep that in,

guys. We'll get some coffee, man.

At least one people.

Phillips owns people.

He doesn't own Susie anymore.

Little Susie's drowned in the deep blue
sea.

Not exactly.

She's still alive.

Huh?

Who you putting me on?

You know, I'm not surprised, though.

There was no profit in suicide.

And Susie counted the day lost that
didn't show a profit.

First time I met her was up in Berkeley.

She was playing a $10 guitar and crying
out against conformity.

She borrowed the guitar and stole the
song.

She didn't believe a sobbing word of the
song anyway.

But the electricity was all hers.

She was a turned -on chick, man.

I taught her.

Coached her.

I recorded her.

I watched her hit.

And lo, I was content.

Then I turned around to spit and
Phillips had her wrapped in mink under

display.

Half a billion dollars buys a lot.

Only for money?

I don't know.

You could have asked her.

I couldn't get near her.

Phillips had a watchdog.

Sharp teeth and a three -button suit.
Henry Talbot.

Mr. Henry Talbot.

His job was to protect the new Mrs.
Phillips from her disreputable old

Well, then how did she get away?

Susie had her ways.

And with him, too.

He was tough and ambitious, but he was
human.

You say you found her in Berkeley. Doing
what?

I didn't ask her.

She came with me on her own terms, and
she went away the same way.

If you find a lady, will you tell her
that Dean Hill sends his regards?

I'll tell her.

Los Angeles. Hello. Los Angeles. KG
-62114.

I want... Sorry, sir.

Static. I can't hear you. Okay,
operator. I'll call when there's less

interference.

. .

.

. . . .

No, Mr. Mannix.

This is Dr. Gregory.

Mr. Phillips is under sedation.

Well, maybe you can help me, Doctor.

What's happened to Henry Talbot?

Henry Talbot, Mr. Phillips' secretary?

Well, he had a misunderstanding with the
chief.

Last summer, I believe.

He went to Rome.

That's a pretty expensive vacation.

Well, as you know, Mr. Mannix, Mr.
Phillips is a very generous man.

Well, when he does wake up, ask him if
he has any idea who else might be

interested in locating Susan Ward.

Why do you ask?

I think I'm being tailed. Be very
cautious, Mr. Mannix.

And let us know immediately if you find
out who it is.

Oh, you'll hear all about it, Doctor.

He spotted blood so very quickly.

I told you we had the right man.

Professor Brendan?

That's right.

Would you hand me those books, please?

You're the man who called about the
article on anthropology?

I'm the man.

A popular article on anthropology.

What publication?

The Southwest Explorer.

It's a travel magazine.

Then, my friend, you're going to write
junk for the ignorant.

It's all right with me.

Ah, Indian burial customs.

Savage sex rites of the bloodthirsty
Amerindians. Well, not exactly.

Susan Ward.

Let me remind you of one burial custom.
Leave the dead alone.

You're sensitive on the subject.

Susan studied with me for three years.

She was an exceptional person. I'm not
interested in exploiting her for a cheap

article. I think that's all.

Natani, maid who becomes a deer, walks
on the summits of blue mountains far

around.

Farspread the land below. Where did you
find that?

Susan Ward's thesis for a master's
degree in anthropology.

My apologies.

At least you looked past the headlines.

I've heard her described as shrewd,
money -hungry, an operator.

Very possibly true, but certainly not
the whole truth.

Susan was a complex woman looking for
simple solutions to her own life.

Where did she do her study?

On the reservations.

Two summer field trips.

She just blended in.

Learned the language, the customs, and
the songs and prayers.

She always kept that part of her life
separate.

Just between Susan Ward and you?

And Roanhorse.

Harvey Roanhorse, a medical student.

Right, I'll give him that.

He and Susan were both very intense.

About each other?

Perhaps, I wouldn't know.

At any rate, he left.

For what reason?

He finished his residency, Dr.

Harvey Roanhorse, M .D., and started a
clinic.

Where?

On the Table Rock Reservation.

Well, uh, thank you.

I've been waiting for you to call.

Figured you might have had trouble
getting through.

Trouble?

Something's wrong with the phone lines.
At least that's what the man said from

the phone company.

He's been here all morning checking
them.

Well, they seem to be all right now.

Oh, the man seemed very efficient.

Listen, Peggy, check the passport office
for information on a tourist named

Henry Talbot.

I'll give you a hint. I'll be traveling
to the tune of Three Coins in the

Fountain. Arrivederci.

He's on his way to Rome, chasing Henry
Talbot.

You're a fool.

That dialogue was solely for my benefit.

Wherever Mannix is going, it's certainly
not Rome.

Now, you get Travis, and you have him
watch every flight out of San Francisco.

Do you have an appointment with Mr.
Mannix?

We're going to keep it.

Are you going to be staying long in New

Mexico, sir?

Well, that depends on how friendly the
natives are.

We're famous for our frontier
hospitality.

Sign here, please.

If there's any place you're particularly
interested in, I might be of help.

I could point out the best and shortest
way to get wherever you're going.

Where are you going?

Thatta way.

He wouldn't say where.

We'll find him.

Fill it up. And I think it needs a
little water. It's running hot.

and cool with enough gin to cut the
dust.

You hit, Custer? Drink from now.

75 cents.

And a quarter change.

For music the morning by.

You, uh, dig Dean Hill?

So -so. Fair singer.

Good teacher.

Say, you ever hear one of his pupils,
Susan Ward?

Never.

That's strange.

She recorded her own arrangements of
Indian music. Navajo chants.

Do tell.

Me, I like music that does something,
like make rain.

Take another shot at old yellow hair.

I thought you Navajos were peace
-loving.

That was three, four massacres ago.

Oh, by the way, where can I find the
hospital?

Oh, up the road, just on the
reservation.

You'll see a sheep barn with some busted
windows.

Thanks.

I'll be back to collect.

There's a man come a few minutes ago
asking about Susan Ward.

Thank you, Whitefoot.

Dr. Ownors?

Yes?

My name is Mannix.

How do you do?

Can I help you? Although it's outpatient
day and I'm a little pressed for time.

Well, I'll keep it simple.

I'd like some help in finding Susan
Ward.

Susan Ward is dead.

Not anymore, Doc.

I'm afraid that story's gone up like
smoke.

I'm a private investigator.

All I want to do is talk to the lady.

Look, Mr. Mannix, the facts are simple.

Susan Ward is dead.

I'm a busy man and you're intruding, so
goodbye.

Table Rock, Table Rock.

Hostine Hardy calling Dr.

Roanhorse.

This is Dr. Roanhorse. What's up?

My wife's in labor, Doc. Can you send
someone? We're five miles east of

I can't get there myself, but, uh...

I'll send somebody a prado.

As I said, this is my busy day.

Natani.

Pretty name.

She's my field nurse.

Must be about 101.

Spry as ever, though.

101? So, how about that?

Then you can't help me with Susan Ward.

Who can summon the dead, Mr. Mannix?

Yeah.

Who?

Thank you very much.

Susan Ward.

Oh, my patient.

Oh, my patient. It's all over. You can
relax.

I just want to talk to you, Miss Ward.
My name is Mannix.

Your husband hired me.

Of course.

You must be good.

David Blair Phillips hires only the
best.

I'm flattered.

And I'm curious.

You hunted me.

You found me.

Now what?

I asked you to go home.

And if I say no? I was only hired to
find you.

Nothing more.

Maddox, does anything go with that?

Joe.

Joseph.

Turncoat of many colors.

Come to lead me out of Egypt, back to
the promised land, or is it back to

bondage? You may have a reason to run
and hide, but your husband wants to see

you.

Why? He's dying.

He wants you by his side.

That's a lie.

Or didn't he mention I tried to kill
him?

Well, either it slipped his mind or he
didn't think it was important.

That's why I ran.

Have you seen the room?

The killing room?

No.

I've never been to his house.

Eagle's Nest, he calls it.

With one room.

Hung with weapons.

One of the world's great collections.

Devoted to death.

I... Needled him.

He hit me.

And then he hit me again.

He began to enjoy it.

You want his property?

You mean I should have consulted my
attorney?

At midnight, trying to dodge a...

I grabbed a war club off the wall, and I
hit him.

He went down.

I went out, off, and away.

That's it.

But you let Susan Ward stay dead when
you found out David Blair Phillips was

alive.

Susan Ward.

Susan.

Was a shady lady.

Hiding in shadows.

So I strip myself down to the basics.

And I keep looking in the mirror.

Until I like what I see.

Do you like what you see?

Not always.

to live with it.

And I'll take your message back to your
husband.

Just like that?

Just.

Bye.

Maddox!

Could you not tell him?

Say you couldn't find me.

He'd only send someone else.

Please, Maddox.

Is it the money?

Yeah, it's the money. And the fact.

I know who I am.

The guy who keeps a bargain.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Murder?

No, robbery.

You're carbureted.

While you're waiting for the tow truck,
I'll be long gone.

From you and David Blair Phillips.

Mobile one.

Mobile One.

Susan, there was a man named Mannix here
looking for you. And Widefoot spotted

two others at the reservation border.

Mannix found me.

I'm at Turquoise Junction near Crystal.

Can you send someone?

Yes, I'll do what I can. I... Susan, get
off the air. There's another man here

with a gun. Stay off. Don't answer.

Harvey?

Harvey?

And do what?

Those were gunshots.

Please, no, no. Susan, Susan.

I'm sorry, Susan.

Looks like I was picked as the Judas
goat to lead the lamb to slaughter.

Only this time they're going to try and
kill the goat, too.

This is where we split up. Why?

I'll be looking for my car. I want you
to find an isolated spot.

Hide the camper and stay there.

Well, what about you?

I'm going to look for Henry Talbot.

Henry Talbot?

What good is that going to do?

I think he might know what's going on.

But more important, why?

He's afraid, too. He's not going to tell
you anything.

He might, if I ask him nicely.

You've got an awful lot of faith in
humanity.

I'm a romantic.

And sometimes you have to gamble on
people.

The next shot won't miss.

Take off your shoes.

I'd like to leave you for the buzzards.

But I'll settle for this.

Rosie Fair, the prettiest babe.

I found her.

Where?

She's in trouble.

Where is she now? In hiding. Those
watchdogs you hear are wolves.

How do we call them off, man? I'm
waiting for the word now.

Maybe that's it.

Yeah? It's for you.

Maybe it's the words.

Yeah? I've been trying to reach you for
half an hour.

Can you talk?

I could scream.

What about Henry Talbot?

I used a few old police department
contacts and checked him out.

Where is he? What's he doing?

Helping the grass grow at the Santa
Marta Cemetery.

He's been dead since the end of January.

I wonder what the going price is for
death certificates.

If I need you, where can I reach you?

Try the Santa Marta Cemetery.

Do we, uh, dig him up?

We do.

Only we don't use a shovel. We use a
court order.

Digs a lot deeper and spreads the dirt a
lot wider.

Who is it?

Whoever owns the face, the name behind
it is Phillips.

Now get out of here fast.

Send a squad of armed pigeons over to
Eagle's Nest.

Grave robbing.

That's a dirty crime.

Maybe you like to take off your shoes.

This is David Blair Phillips, I presume.

I fought it over, Mannix.

And I've come back.

I made a bargain with David.

And this time I'm going to keep it.

That's who I am.

A woman who keeps her bargains.

Very honorable.

I got tired of running.

Tired of all the violence.

Harvey Roanhorse is alive.

But he could have been dead because of
me. So I came home.

Never underestimate the power of a half
a billion dollars.

I never have.

That's the gold seal on our bargain.

Money.

For the Table Rock Reservation Hospital.

Fair exchange.

One nurse for one million dollars.

That's a lot of money.

Just for a welcome home present.

David Blair Phillips makes that much in
three days.

How is Mr. Phillips?

I haven't seen him yet.

He's under sedation.

Then who made the bargain?

I talked to Dr. Gregory.

He had instructions.

In the course of the haggling, did he
mention Henry Talbot?

Now, just two days after you went for
your little suicide swim, Henry was

in the Santa Marta Cemetery.

Henry? Yeah.

Dead? And I got a feeling it wasn't from
natural causes.

Mannix, be realistic.

David once told me violence is the last
resort of fools.

My husband is not a fool.

Ruthless, of course.

But a fool?

No.

And that's it?

That tears it?

I'm very grateful.

And I'm more old.

Do me a favor, Susan.

Tell your watchdogs that you're going to
drive me back into town.

Why? Just go ahead. Tell them. See what
happens.

Would you bring the car out? I'm going
to be driving Mr. Mannix into town.

No dice.

What did you say?

I'm sorry. We got orders.

Well, I've just changed your orders.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Gregory.

Yes, Susan.

Is my husband awake yet?

Not yet.

Would you come in here immediately,
please?

the picture.

Now, just take it easy. I've got a
landmine planted outside by the name of

Hill. It's due to explode any minute.

Susan?

What's the problem?

Did you have the audacity to order those
men to keep me here?

Well, you agreed to stay. That was
understood.

You didn't answer her question.

I intend to leave.

Now, do you intend to stop me?

David gave absolute instructions.

David does not have the right.

I want to talk to him.

He's very ill, I told you.

Then he's in no condition to issue
orders.

Where is he? Let's have this out right
now.

He needs the rest.

I'm sorry, I can't permit it.

Were you as protective with your last
patient, Henry Talbot?

Yes. What about Henry?

Tell her, Doc.

He died.

A bad fall.

I was there, but there was nothing I
could do.

So you certified his death certificate.

Very efficient.

Please have my wife and Mr. Mannix come
upstairs.

David, I thought you were... Hill.

I'm not ill, Susan.

I'm dead.

Henry!

Henry Talbot.

Risen from the dead.

And David Blair Phillips is in your
grave.

And I did kill him.

It doesn't matter now. No, Susan, you
didn't kill him.

I did.

Well, he was unconscious. You'd run out.

There he lay.

Half -billion -dollar opportunity.

So I finished the job for you.

For all that beautiful money.

What else?

You know, when a man controls a really
great fortune, he's insulated by it.

Nobody knows him.

Especially if he's secretive.

Anonymous by choice.

So you took his identity.

Oh, no, that's really quite simple.

See, a very serious illness will change
a man's appearance.

When he recovers, he looks a little
thinner.

His face looks a little different.

With only a stray wife to get out of the
way.

Now, Susan, I did not want that.

I would have kept the bargain.

But now that you've brought Mannix into
it...

so get the car out.

Yes, sir.

You're going to kill the both of us,
huh?

We haven't got a chance of getting away
with it.

You think not?

I'm sorry, Susan.

Well, that's not good enough, Talbot.

I've left messages.

We're going to have some visitors very
soon now.

Not soon enough.

Travis, let's get a move on.

So, Mannix, do you want it now or later?

Right, hold it.

You sure?

No. But you're still going back to the
reservation and the hospital?

For a while.

Maybe longer.

I have to untangle myself.

Well, everything else is so simple here.

It gives me a chance to work out my own
knots.

Just remember what I said.

Have faith in humanity.

Even your own.

Goodbye, Mannix.

Where did you learn that?

University library.

Figured it might come in handy knowing
how to say goodbye in Navajo.

Oh, and I also learned how to say hello.

Just in case I might need it someday.