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Terry, honey, fill in for me. I have to
make a phone call.

of these delegates are men. Now, you've
got to keep it all moving.

Big! Big!

Okay, now let's go!

C! L!

A!

S! A!

S!

Hello?

No, Mr. Clayman isn't due for about 20
minutes.

Look, this is a matter of life and
death.

Well, I'll see if I can get through to
his suite. Hang on, please.

I promise to place the government back
into the hands of the people. Oh, come

off it, Charlie.

The people's ignorance of what goes on
in government is what got them into this

fix in the first place.

Now, you put on your brass knuckles and
tell them what I'm really going to do is

go after the special interests.

Wipe out corruption.

Yeah, yeah, I heard you, but I happen to
be managing a strange duck with

principles, so I can promise miracles.

Look, if Raleigh delivers his
delegation, we'll see that he gets a

I just heard what you want in that
speech.

So, what says my trusted aide?

You sound like a holy man.

Come on down.

I'll do my best.

Jim, I think you're just fine.

Oh, please, Rita. I don't think I can
stand so much praise this early in the

afternoon.

Especially from my wife.

You're going to win the nomination.

I feel it in my bones.

You want to talk to a constituent?

He says it's life or death.

Hello, this is Jim Clayman.

Sorry to break in on your busy day.

Who is this?

That's not important, but what I've got
is.

It could get you the nomination, Mr.
Clayman, or finish you for good.

What? I have documented evidence
obtained three days ago while you were

speaking tour.

If it gets into the wrong hands, it can
blast your campaign into the next

century. Who are you?

We'll meet soon enough.

Five o 'clock this afternoon, up on
Corona Mesa.

It's private there. No one to see you.

Oh, and, uh, Mr. Clayman, if you really
want to be governor, you just can't

afford not to fill.

Hey, Jim?

Who the devil are you? My name is
Maddox. I want to see Jim Clayman. About

Murder. Boy, we've had some real ding -a
-lings at this convention, but you ring

the bell. Now, please, leave the way you
came in.

Just a minute, Walt.

Hello, Maddox.

You haven't changed much.

Well, I'm the same man.

Except for the added scar tissue I
picked up from our previous meeting last

year. Now, let's see, that was Superior
Court 17 in your fair state.

Oh, yes, the man with the big chips
under his shoulders.

When you were district attorney, you got
your kicks pushing around private

detectives. I had some bad experiences.

I felt it necessary at the time to lean
a little hard.

Maybe this time you leaned a little too
hard.

Is that your way of getting back to
murder?

Just exactly who is it I'm supposed to
have killed, Mannix?

Maybe nobody.

But you did talk to Richard Newley just
before somebody killed him.

Richard Newley?

His wife hired me.

She said he talked to her about coming
into a sudden inheritance.

She said he called you. You did talk to
him.

That was a crank call, Lennox.

Nothing more.

Except this crank turned up dead.

I don't believe we've been introduced.

Let's keep it that way.

The morning Harold had it down is Walter
Webb, attorney and confidential aide to

Jim Clayman. Just a small item
underneath a picture of you flying

from a speaking tour by helicopter.

So? Maybe just coincidence, but the
helicopter was spotted flying around up

there where Newley was killed.

Let me spell this out for you, Mannix,
very clearly.

Any smears directed at Jim Clayman?

will have to get by me first, and I
don't like dirt.

Nice meeting you.

Excuse me, uh, Mike Ray, it's still on
this place?

And everything else inside.

Where can I find him?

You won't need radar.

Thanks.

Mr.

Ray?

Yeah! I wonder if I could talk to you
for a minute. Why, just be my guest,

Hey, Skip, uh, you look familiar.

Ain't I seen you someplace before?

In a way.

I was present when you were back in
California testifying before the Rackets

Committee.

I'll be right with you, fellas.

Hey, now, wasn't that something to go
around?

They never laid a glove on me, now did
they, Skip?

My name is Mannix. I'm a private
investigator.

I'm looking into the death of one of
your employees.

Richard Newley? Right.

Now, I ask you, wasn't that a crying
shame about that boy?

Sure was.

Thought maybe you could tell me
something about him. People that knew

know, things like that.

I'm sorry, Skip. You know, I got 173
employees here at this hotel, and Newley

was... Well, just a social security
number on the payroll.

I couldn't tell you one single thing
about him.

Well, thanks anyway.

Well, any time.

Say, what are you looking for anyhow?

Whoever killed him.

Oh.

Second question.

Can you tell me who in the hotel was
close to Richard Newley?

I'll take away the women guests and
there was just one.

Who? Me.

You mind telling me a little something
about him?

Why should I?

I wonder if you can change at 20. I
gotta make a phone call.

All I need's time.

Mr... Mannix.

You're doing business with the biggest
mouth in town.

How can I help you?

You know anything about Newley that the
police didn't know?

No. Except maybe you ought to check his
apartment.

He didn't live here in a hotel?

No, that's what he wanted everybody to
think.

But he had this apartment over on 10th
and Mason, number 6.

I guess being a tennis pro is a pretty
demanding line of work.

Just in case his death wasn't an
accident, you got any idea who might

motive to kill him?

Yeah, me.

Motive?

Pure envy.

You say that like it should mean
something.

Not unless you want to get your name in
the papers. I happen to own six of them

all the way from here to California.

The Hanley chain, after my husband Eric.
And we have something to discuss.

Richard Newley. May I drop you
someplace?

Didn't take Jim Clayman long to call in
the reserves.

What makes you think Jim Clayman called
me?

Who else?

Mike Rayet?

You don't look like the type who'd trade
confidences with tarantulas.

That's very discerning.

Well, actually, it was Jim Clayman's
aide who called me, Walter Webb.

And you're the big, powerful paper lady
who's to scare me off.

Well, I don't know that I'd say it was
anything quite that dramatic.

Well, I just felt you could probably be
reasoned with.

We have an excellent police force in
this city, Mr. Mannix.

Excellent. They made a thorough
investigation, much more thoroughly than

could, and they concluded Richard
Dooley's death was due to an accidental

Well, then the worst that could happen
is I waste my time. And possibly start a

whispering campaign that could destroy a
man the state sorely needs.

Well, there's no reason to be concerned
unless there's something to whisper

about.

thanks for the ride it's not over yet

be locked up. He almost ran me down and
he stumbled into the alley and passed

out. You can see how drunk he is.

One dead bottle of red eye and loads of
it on your breath.

Now look, Webb, I... No, no, Max, you
look.

I've been around the law for years.
Don't insult my intelligence by yelling

frame.

Looks like you get a point.

Maybe you saw to it, huh?

Book him.

The only place I'm going is to see Jim
Clayman.

You really are a ding -a -ling, aren't
you?

That sign that says you're smart can get
tarnished if you let him lock me up,

Webb.

What I know now can carry awfully far in
a local jail.

I'll handle it.

What's your feeling about the need for a
sales tax rise to help balance the

budget? It takes a little more breath to
say efficiency than it does to say

money, but it costs less.

Can I see you alone for a minute, Jim?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Sure. Sorry, boys, that's all for today.

Our state doesn't seem to be wearing too
well on you, Mr. Mannix.

I found you much more attractive at our
last meeting.

I just can't kick the habit of getting
that must -up look when I've been

dragged into an alley, and had liquor
poured down my throat.

All of which, I'm sure, is news to you.

No.

Walter Webb called in to say they'd
found you.

Any idea how he knew where to look?

I'm afraid that was my doing.

An anonymous phone call came in to the
newspaper.

Oh, now, please.

Please don't be angry with me for taking
sides.

Jim Clayman is my man.

Politically speaking, that is.

Of course, that does leave me a great
deal of elbow room.

Shall we say my house, 8 o 'clock this
evening?

Last one at the end of Tower Road.

8 o 'clock, then.

You won't find it, doll.

All right, Mannix, exactly what
incriminating words

were you going to bark?

through the halls of our local Bastille.

Well, it seems somebody sat me while I
was in Richard Newley's apartment, not

before I found a notebook.

Newley had scribbled down some IOUs.
Now, to me, that turned on a couple of

lights. Such as?

Newley had planned on making a bundle
from some business dealing with you.

Newley has these IOUs.

Newley turns up dead.

So I'm in hock to someone over a
gambling debt, and Newley was going to

on the scandal?

The thought occurred to me.

You know, Mannix, in our last go -round,
I thought you were just hard -headed.

But if you thought you heard thunder the
last time we locked horns, you better

just wait a while.

Within five minutes, you won't be able
to buy a dog license in this state.

Oh, one more thing, Clayman.

There was a phone number in Newley's
notebook.

It happens to match the one on your
telephone.

Now, sirree, this is sure gonna be an
interesting romp around the maypole.

I take it Jim Clayman's being true to
his word.

Thank you, John. That'll be all.

Yeah, from the cooperation I got from
the DA's Office of Police Department, my

name might as well have been Hitler.

Splendid. I thought you'd see it that
way.

As I told you, I want Jim Clayman as the
next governor of this state.

And I want it badly enough that, if I
have to, I will take off my silk gloves

and fight like a man.

Any kind of a man.

There you go scaring me again.

On the contrary.

Fighting you is the last thing I have in
mind.

I, um... I, um... I thought I might help
you make a turn in the right direction.

On occasion, I... I had Richard Newley
over here to give me tennis lesson.

My backhand needs work.

So does my forehand.

Naturally, I learned quite a bit about
him.

Such as?

Such as those gambling debts you
discovered in his notebook.

They had nothing whatsoever to do with
Jim Clayman.

They were his losses, Newley's losses,
to that rogue of the rackets, Big Mike

Raitt.

Newley told you that?

Precisely. And for the very best of
reasons. He wanted me to lend him the

to pay the debt off.

It seems that jolly Mike, the innkeeper,
might not be quite so jolly as a

creditor.

So you gave him the money?

I played tennis with Richard.

Nothouse.

Well, now that I've done my good deed
for country and man, why don't we just

make ourselves comfortable and watch the
grass grow?

Excuse me.

One moment, please.

It's for you.

Oh.

Hello.

This is the hotel clerk. You left this
number for messages.

Look, I've got to see you now. It's
urgent.

Where?

Service garage of the hotel.

They're seeking up on people in the dark
and get you a lot of trouble.

Any more trouble, I guess, you're going
to have to stand in line. Come on, get

in.

Big Mike fired me today.

Why? Found out I gave you Newley's
apartment address.

That leaves me in need of getting out of
town money, so how would you like to

buy the rest of my merchandise?

Fifty. I don't have change.

Keep the dime.

Claire Hanley, who latched on to you in
the hotel this afternoon, what did she

have to say about her and Newley?

Oh, just that he taught her tennis now
and then.

There's something else.

Yeah, the whole nine yards.

Newley spent a lot of time at her place.

Since he wasn't exactly in who's who, he
planned to make her pay for keeping him

coming through the back door.

Anything else?

Mm -hmm.

The hotel helicopter made an unscheduled
flight, but they newly fell off the

cliff.

to haul our VIP guests around with.

I fired that clerk because he had a big
mouth.

If there's anything that a hotel don't
need, it's a popping -off room clerk.

Well, let's not overlook the dead man,
Ray.

He owed you a lot of gambling money, and
in murder, that can be defined as

motive. I suppose you're going to go to
the police with that, huh?

I haven't decided yet.

But you got to admit, it's even money
that they'd find that pretty

Mannix, I sure hope that you like this
little old state of ours.

Because it's pretty near a sense that
you're going to get buried in it.

Mannix?

You sure are a caution.

You've got to learn to relax. Knowing
people's a kidding you.

Yeah, I guess it was pretty silly of me
to take you seriously.

I guess it had to do with all that
gangster stuff I keep reading in the

Now you got the right idea.

Let's just sit down and have ourselves a
little old talk.

You did come up here to do some horse
trading now, didn't you, boy?

You know how we private detectives are,
Mike.

Like to follow hot lead.

Since you're so interested in the case,
I thought you might slip me a goodie or

two.

I suppose that, uh, well, you'd be
willing to forget about the police

Them IOUs and newlies and everything.

Well, now, that depends on how well you
hold my interest.

Did you ever hear of the Cornette
Trucking Company?

Yeah, it's a business front for laying
off underworld money.

About five years ago, Jim Clayman
represented Cornette Trucking while he

partnering with one of the local law
firms here in town.

Now, isn't it just possible that Clayman
didn't know Cornette Trucking was a

front? Maybe you're right, but just the
same.

It's a pretty fair bet that... Innocent
or not, he might have signed his name to

some mighty incriminating documents.

I'll tell you one thing. Something like
that would sure run some awful deep ruts

in Clayman's campaign for governor.

Skip, I do believe I've captured your
interest.

How does it look, Charlie?

Gentlemen of the press are smutting
fresh meats.

Thanks, Charlie.

Well, there's nothing definite but
little innuendos, like why a private

investigator is asking so many questions
about a candidate for governor.

It's time we leaned on Mannix, Jim.
Hard. No. No, I want to think about it.

go down to the press section right now
and see what you can do to spike these

rumors.

Under the right conditions, a lady can
get a very clear perspective on

Conclusion? It stinks.

Please, Rita.

Just a moment, dear.

Notice, Jim?

I'm wearing something new.

Jim?

Oh, yes, I've seen that gown before,
dear.

Looks lovely. I'm talking about my new
accessory.

This little glass of sunshine.

Remember, Jim?

I never touched it before.

Except on our wedding night.

When you bought that magnum of
champagne.

We made three toasts to us.

Then the next thing I remember was
morning.

Of course I remember, darling.

But do we have to talk about it now?

There you were.

Brilliant young lawyer, briefcase
brimming with blackstone, ready to take

to glory land.

And here we are now, ready to knock on
the gate.

But it's strange, Jim.

It's as though I were somebody else.

As though I'd lost you somewhere back in
those years.

Everything is going to be just fine,
darling.

You've just contracted a case of
campaign nerves.

Why don't you lie down?

I'll see you at dinner.

Look, boys, there's nothing to it.

Mannix and Jim Clayman had a run in a
few years ago, but it's all settled.

Mannix is practically on a plane back to
California.

Your words are smooth, Walt, but your
timing is lousy. You say this Mannix

bugging Jim Clayman.

But here he comes again.

I guess he missed the plane.

Mannix, unless you've come to deliver
some delegates.

Why don't you run along home?

I think that my chances are reasonably
good.

I don't make any claims at this time,
but I do have... How do you feel the

campaign's going?

Gentlemen, excuse me.

I'll be glad to answer your questions
later.

Excuse me.

And what is it this time?

Well, it might be the whole ballgame.

Whatever, it shouldn't take five minutes
to find out. Jim, I was about to get

rid of him.

You can throw me out or you can talk to
me.

Whichever you think is best for the
claimant image.

Has to do with Coronet Trucking. All
right.

Maybe. Coronet Trucking was an
underworld front.

I didn't know that.

Isn't it just possible that while you
were their attorney, you could have

some incriminating documents?

What are you getting at, Max? And
Michael Raitt wanted me to know you were

involved with Coronet Trucking. Now, if
that's the case, he must have something.

And if he does, then it's my guess that
you know what it is.

Mannix, I'm going to be finished with
this and with you once and for all.

If coronet trucking was a syndicate
operation, I knew nothing about it.

Nothing at all.

However, who would believe me?

So I'm going to cooperate with you. I'm
going to open up the gates so that you

can dig up any dirt on me that you can
find.

Wait a minute, Jim, you can. Yes, I can.

But if there's something you can use to
crucify me with, I'd like to have it

before the convention picks its nominee
for governor.

If you find something, anything,
incriminating, I'll withdraw from the

Jim, you... Walt, I am not about to hurt
a lot of good people and a good party.

I haven't got a fix on you yet, Clayman.

Maybe you are on the up and up.

But then again...

Maybe you've come up with the greatest
political con act since kissing babies.

Try me.

One complete photostat report of the
Richard Newley accident.

Oh, thanks. You know, I like you people
better this way.

I guess it does pay to have friends. Oh,
you better keep them, Mannix. We don't

find you exactly irresistible.

I'd like to talk to you.

Be glad to, Mrs. Clayman.

Mr. Mannix, my husband has quite a
career ahead of him.

He's young enough to go on to even more
important things.

I'm very proud of him.

I don't quite understand what you're
getting at.

On the seat.

The envelope.

Take it.

It's yours.

Five thousand dollars, Mr. Mannix.

All you have to do to earn it is to get
on a plane and go back to California.

That, of course, is before I finish the
case.

You've done your work well.

It started to make waves.

Waves that are going to swamp a very
good and very able man.

My husband deserves better than that,
Mr. Mannix. And so does this state.

Mrs. Clayman, I have... No, please.

Don't answer just yet.

Meanwhile, think about it.

You know, I've got a hunch about you,
Mrs. Clayman.

And if I'm right, I hope your husband
deserves you.

Well, you don't even look surprised.

No, I'm not. I'm pleased.

At least this time I didn't get sapped
over the head and have a bottle shoved

down my throat.

Now, shall I order up some drinks or do
you two want to get right to the point?

Well, the point is, darling, I told you
if I had to, I would take off my gloves

and fight like a man.

I had to.

You see, Mannix, Mrs. Hanley and I are
not as honorable as Jim Clayman.

I'm afraid we've had to break his
promise of cooperation.

And you can hardly wait to tell me how.

It's our duty.

By reason of certain influences,
pressures, your detective license has

revoked in this state.

I presume this decision was made as soon
as you learned I had the police report

on Newley's death.

Correct.

You're pretty touchy on the subject of
Richard Newley, aren't you, Mrs. Hanley?

To borrow a cliche, I haven't the
slightest idea what you're talking

According to the report, Richard Newley
took a cab to the place he was murdered

the day he had his accident.

He took a cab to the place he was
murdered from your house, Mrs. Hanley.

Impossible.

Of course, Richard did spend time at my
house giving me tennis lessons, as I

told you. But on that particular
afternoon, I'd called him to tell him I

wouldn't be there.

That can be checked out. Not by you,
mister.

Any further detecting you two in this
state will be considered illegal.

And that spells jail.

Outside call, please. Century Cab
Company.

Century Cab Company?

Listen, you've got a driver by the name
of Pete Bryan, number 406. I'd like to

talk to him.

Hello.

Hello, Pete Bryan?

Yeah. What can I do for you?

Well, I'm investigating a newly case,
and according to the police report, he

took a ride with you on the day he died.

That's right.

Let's see.

I drove him up to Corona Mesa. You
picked him up at Mrs. Hanley's? I picked

up at the Hotel Caribbean.

He comes out wearing tennis shoes and a
tennis outfit.

I'd hacked him out that way to Mrs.
Hanley before.

Was he carrying anything with him?

Yeah, a tennis racket.

Oh, wait a minute.

I thought it was pretty funny. He was
also carrying a briefcase.

And then you went straight to Mrs.
Hanley's?

What about the briefcase?

Well, he must have left it in the tennis
cabana with his white -on -whites, I

guess. Thanks, Pete.

I'll see that you get a picture of
General Grant.

An autographed picture by the Secretary
of the Treasury.

Start making tracks, old buddy.

You're going up, up, and away.

You're awful quiet.

Yeah, just thinking.

I guess it was you who tapped me over
the head at Newly's apartment, huh?

Yeah, and it sure cut me to the quick
half.

I'll butt the arm on a good old boy like
you.

If you hadn't have stuck to it the way
you did, I might not have wound up with

this key to the state.

State's a pretty expensive blackmail
price.

That must be first -class dynamite in
there.

Dick Neely thought it was anyhow.

Sort of upsets your gravy train if
Klayman didn't win that nomination,

it? I gotta admit, it wouldn't be a big
disappointment.

and lays out to me.

Richard Newley owed you gambling money,
so you used that to force him to get

something on Clayman.

It's a little rough on the edges, but it
ain't bad.

And then Newley decided to go into
business for himself.

Called me and said if I didn't beat
Clayman's price, he's gonna take his

business to the source.

So you take the hotel helicopter and
your friend up front here forced him

the cliff.

He spooked himself over that cliff.

Stupid as he was, he still had brains
enough not to bring the claimant

with him. This was his whole card.

This is where you get out, son.

I'm afraid you're going to have a mighty
nasty accident.

Thank you.

from the imperial empire of Jameson
County cast its entire 27 votes

for the next governor of this great
state, Jim Clayman!

That puts

you

ahead, Jim.

If Curtis County goes our way, you're
in.

Hey. Rita, you hear that?

Our personal guru thinks we're going to
head the ticket.

Listen, Rita, why don't you call the
desk and reserve this suite for a few

days? It'll give us a little time for
ourselves.

No time off, Jim. We'll have to make
that banker's conference up north

Want their support in the election?
We'll have to be there and smile.

Yeah, yeah, I forgot about that.

Yeah.

What do you want now?

Your boss invited me to dig up whatever
dirt I could find, remember?

What's in there? I don't know.

I'm not going to let you destroy a good
man's political career.

I figure Mr. Clayman at least deserves
first look.

What is all this about?

I found this in the late Richard
Newley's personal effects.

My guess is whatever's in here will
explain why he called you.

Well, do you want to see it?

Or do you already know?

Oh, Jim, nothing happened.

No thanks to me.

Curtis County, Mr. Chairman, Mr.
Chairman, the delegates of Curtis County

33 votes.

In case you're interested, Jim, that was
last Wednesday while you were away on

your speaking tour.

I was tempted.

I admit that.

For the first time in our marriage, I
was tempted to look beyond

you, Jim.

But it didn't go any further than the
pictures.

Mrs. Clayman.

Did you know about these?

No, Mr. Mannix.

I offered you a bribe solely in the
interest of my husband.

I knew he hadn't done anything wrong.

I also knew that mud, once it's thrown,
sticks to a man.

It's just that you were always gone
while Walt was here.

It was always, Walt, make sure you take
care of Rita while I'm gone.

That's all he did for a very long time.

And I've been so lonely.

There's no reason to order your wife out
of your life.

You did that a long time ago.

And that ghost of her that's left.

It's leaving anyway.

I'd like to order a taxi.

Please, Rita.

Our man can be such a fool.

We were both right and both wrong about
so

many things.

But in this ballgame, there are no ties,
Mannix.

There has to be a winner.

You're the winner.

You're right, Mr. Clayman.

Every game has a winner.

I was just calling your room. They said
you'd checked out. I'm glad I caught

you. Really?

Yes, I think I owe you an apology.

It's just when you were investigating
into Richard Newley's death, you began

probe a little too deeply into my
relationship with him. Well, I didn't

that would look quite right.

I mean, if it got around.

I mean, I do publish a chain of family
newspapers.

Clearly stated and apologies accepted.

Thank you.

Wait.

The past is behind us now.

Why don't we just wrap ourselves in some
privacy?

Never can tell. It just could possibly
be a bright, new, beautiful world.

Oh, I'm sorry, Claire.

What can I do?

You took away my license to practice in
this state.