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Well, you're a hero, Pete.

Seems mighty happy with the job you did.

You hadn't backed me up, they wouldn't have touched me with my record. Forget

it. It's a brand new ball game.

Where you parked?

Across the street.

Uh, Joe.

Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

You know what this is?

Of course I know what it is. Why were you trying to use it on me?

You mean... I mean you were trying to kill me. Why? Why?

Oh, God.

I don't remember using a gun.

I swear to you, I don't remember.

I don't even know you.

I'm a businessman.

Sanderson Corporation.

I am not a criminal.

You've got to believe me.

Well, look, I've got a plate

in my head from Korea.

They said it would be fine. Just be careful not to get yourself hit on the

Fine, they said.

Crouching by those steps.

You see, I was back in the war.

On patrol.

They spotted me and I'm running.

Fighting my way out.

Look, I can prove to you who I am.

I can show you.

You've got to believe me, Mr.

Mr... Maddox.

Give me a chance, Mr. Maddox.

Please.

Give me a chance.

I've been worried.

Barbara.

This is Mr. Mannix, my wife Barbara.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Nils will forget to tell me when he's going to be late from business.

Well, this wasn't exactly business, Mrs. Anderson.

No.

Oh, I nearly killed Mr. Mannix tonight.

I'm sorry.

I went to Kaufman yesterday.

Dr. Marcus Kaufman.

I've been seeing him because I've been getting these headaches.

You know. I didn't want to worry you.

The nightmares, I know.

My husband has nightmares about when he was in Korea.

He was a hero.

He's sick.

When he shot at you, it was an accident. You do believe that.

I guess I was a little rough on you, but that's because of my trade.

I'm a private investigator.

I don't understand.

You pick up enemies along the way. It goes with the job.

Well, I guess there's not much more to say except maybe good night.

Mr. Mannix, you won't go to the police, will you?

No.

No.

Good night.

Suppose he does go to the police. Suppose he tells them.

Darling, you heard him.

Sure, I heard what he said. Maybe he's lying.

Nils, there isn't anything else, is there?

What do you mean by that?

Why did you say that?

You do keep things from me, and I've never pried.

But is there any kind of trouble?

Trouble? No.

I'm having some sort of a nightmare.

I took a shot at a man, a perfect stranger. Yes, I'd say I'm having

Liam, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I know, my darling.

I know.

That's Neil Sanderson, Mr. Mannix. Complete with silver plate and

violent headaches.

Anything else?

Nightmares?

An occasional overwhelming hallucination that he's back in Korea.

A combat situation.

I'm an internist.

And I'm convinced that it's not organic.

I've recommended psychiatric help, but Nils... He's a stubborn man.

However, after what you say happened last night, I'll make sure that he sees

someone. Dr. Kaufman, Nils Sanderson was in Korea in combat.

He has nightmares, I'll buy that.

Does he keep his old uniform, weapon? I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, but it's quite

reverse. He hasn't kept any souvenirs, much less weapons. As a matter of fact,

he doesn't hunt, he doesn't... Well, he actually hates any kind of gun.

I see.

Well, uh, thanks, Doctor.

Get me Mrs.

Nils Sanderson.

Hello?

Yes? Marcus, why didn't you call after what happened last night? Oh, you know

about it? Yes.

Mr. Maddox was just here.

And that's the truth about Mr. Neil Sanderson. Yeah, what is?

Neil Sanderson, president and owner of Sanderson Construction, Inc.

Resides in Bel Air.

Business in existence for 14 years. Very successful.

Grows each year in commercial reputation. Excellent.

Married Barbara Havermeyer eight years. No children.

Travels a lot and gives generously to charity.

Nice, solid citizen.

With one tiny problem.

He shoots at people.

What about the gun?

He's working on that.

Bought the gun two weeks ago for self -protection.

Prowler reports.

Well, that hangs together, and the doctor checks him out.

Looks like the guy's legit.

Yeah, but the situation isn't. You want me to check out that Prowler report?

Yeah, take a stab at it. All right.

He's really trying to make a comeback.

I think he's gonna make it.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he's here.

It's Mrs.

Sanderson, and she sounds awful.

Yes, Mrs. Sanderson?

Why did you do it, Mr. Mannix? Why?

Do what?

You promised us that you wouldn't call the police.

Well, I didn't.

Well, then why are they here? Why have they got Nils barricaded in the house?

Why? Why?

Brought all this on? We got a telephone complaint.

Sent a car to check it out, and our friend there took a pot shot at Officer

Ortega. Where were you, Mrs. Sanderson?

I was coming back from the market to pick him up to go to the doctor, and the

police wouldn't let me into the house, so I had to go to a neighbor's phone to

call you.

Look, my husband is a sick man.

He panicked when he saw the police.

Look, uh... He probably thinks that you called him. He won't let anyone near the

house. I'm working on a case for Mr.

Sanderson. Maybe he'll talk to me.

Sanderson, this is Mannix.

I see you, Mannix.

I see you.

I want to talk to you.

No!

Remember, you've got a lot to lose.

I've got nothing to lose, nothing!

Sanderson, I'm coming in.

Mannix, I said no!

No, I can't let you go up there.

Just hold your fire, George.

Gas grenade.

Listen to me.

I've been working on our problems. I think there's an answer. Answer? You

your promise.

Then why do you think I'm here?

You broke your promise. The place is crawling with cops.

Sanderson, listen to me.

you. Go ahead.

Go ahead. Thank you for missing me last night. I explained all that.

Yeah, you told me a lot of things.

I gotta admit, so far all the details check out. Oh, you believe me now? Is

it, huh?

No, you tried to kill me.

No matter how respectable you are.

I told you I thought I was back in combat. I was in Korea, too.

You didn't come at me like an infantryman. You stalked me like a

from ambush.

You stalked me. You aimed at me. You shot at me. At me!

There's going to be an investigation, Sanderson. Now.

Whatever it is, it's going to come out. There'll be nothing!

I know you tried to kill me.

But I think you were pressured.

I think somebody put you in a vice.

Who?

Why? No one!

Then how did you miss me? At 30 feet?

Conscience? That's far enough!

Sanderson, listen to me.

I know you were pressured.

If I didn't call the police, and I didn't, who did? Who else knew?

I don't know.

Who wants me dead?

No one.

No one wanted you dead. No one.

Now, why don't you tell me the truth?

The nightmares, they're true.

But you're right.

There is something else.

I tried to kill you last night to keep it quiet.

Keep what quiet?

A piece of history.

All right, let's have it again.

The shot... came through this window from down there in front.

You're telling me an officer shot him. Did you tell me no? My men had orders

to fire except in self -defense. They're not trigger -happy, Joe. An autopsy

should settle it.

Well, the publicity tars our image a little. That's why you're overpaid.

Well, there's got to be some penalties for that plush policeman's life.

involved with Sanderson.

There was something in his past he wanted to clear it up, but I never did

out exactly what.

Whatever it was, it's not going to bug him anymore.

Where's Pete?

On the job in your office.

I checked out the Prowler report.

There were some complaints from the other residents, but nothing definite.

And I asked around about Sanderson.

Nothing. The guy rings no bells.

Yeah, he caused a riot, stood off a squad of police, and got a bullet in the

back. He's some kind of a nut.

No. The man was cracking up.

Somebody squeezed him until he was ready to get out by killing me.

How can a man get to hate that much?

Well, I can tell you.

Now, wait a minute, Pete. I thought we had that settled. This is a whole new

ballgame. Sure, sure.

But a year ago, I was mad enough to kill.

After the hearing when they lifted my license, a man sits in a lousy room with

table and a chair and a bed and stares at the wall.

I needed somebody to hate, Joe, and you were it.

Because I had something to do with your losing your license.

If I'd had a gun the day you walked in on me... You wouldn't have used it.

Eh, maybe an old shoe.

Sanderson didn't hate me.

He didn't even know me. And somebody pressured him into committing

murder.

Look, Pete.

Check out Sanderson over the past few months. I want to know everybody he

everybody he talked to. Right.

Goodbye, pretty Peggy.

Goodbye, Pete.

You don't think I ought to be using Pete?

I didn't say that.

He took a bribe, and he paid for it.

I'm sorry.

I guess it's just my hang -up.

But I had a husband on the force for 12 years without even taking an apple.

And all he ever got was a bullet.

Peggy, Pete's trying to work it out.

I know. I know.

Like I said, I guess it's my hang -up.

Hi, Peggy.

Well, how's your son?

Growing up.

Yesterday he called the school crossing guard the fuzz because he had to wait

for traffic.

Well, he's ready for college.

I'm afraid so. Anything new?

Well, I'm going out to the Sanderson place. Thought you might want to come

along. Yeah.

Ciao.

We calculated the trajectory of the bullet that killed Sanderson was fired

over there.

Now, the gun must have had a silencer on it. No one heard the shot.

Behind the hedge, huh?

Fits the angle exactly.

Right into the study and right into Sanderson.

Using a standard police .38.

Now, whoever it was didn't leave a trace.

We've got nothing.

Now, that's confidential.

You got anything on Sanderson?

A normal, reputable citizen for 41 years.

Then he went ape for an hour and a half.

We haven't a notion of why.

What about Mrs.

Sanders? She came back to the house. A nice woman.

But she doesn't like us. Her husband's dead and we can't tell her how or why.

I don't blame her.

I thought you cops got calloused.

I'm working on it.

Well, that's it.

I'll find my own way back.

George, thanks.

Mrs. Anderson, may I come in?

Why?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Anderson.

Everyone's sorry.

Your husband told me something just before he was... Shut.

Just before he was shot, Mr. Mannix. It's all right. You can say it.

He told me two things.

First, he admitted trying to kill me. I don't believe you.

Mrs. Sanderson, I'm not accusing him or slandering him. I'm just telling you.

Why? Why would he want to kill you?

Well, that's the second thing.

Somebody blackmailed him into becoming a weapon against me.

That somebody murdered him.

That was the police.

No.

No, I talked to the lieutenant in charge, Mrs. Sanderson. There was an

investigation.

No policeman fired that shot.

But if it wasn't the police, then who?

I don't know.

He was shot before he told me.

But maybe we can find out, Mrs. Sanderson.

He stood at this window for a minute looking down at the police. Then he took

step toward that wall as if he were going to show me something.

Do you know what?

I can't imagine.

Unless... Well, there is a safe in that wall.

Nils had it put in when we moved into the house for his private papers.

I don't even know the combination.

Would anyone have it?

I don't think so, no.

Neil's kept his business deals pretty much apart from our life together.

Maybe it was my fault.

He made a lot of money.

I never asked any questions.

Would you, uh... Give me permission to have that open?

Yes, of course.

Sherlock, model 233M, board guarded.

Guaranteed against heat, corrosion, and unauthorized tampering.

Can you open it?

It'll be interesting.

Touch of old times.

You were a safe cracker. Madam, I never cracked a box in my life. I opened them.

Educated skill, not brute force.

Mr. Hodgkiss was the best safe man in the country.

In the world.

If I may be so modest.

Now he's working as a consultant to a safe manufacturer.

Frankly, it doesn't pay as well, but the hours are better.

And for a three -time loser, it's more relaxing.

You really think he can work out the combination?

Generally speaking, yes.

Hotch, you're a menace. Thank you. There'll be no charge, Joseph.

Who are they?

That's Nils.

It must be people he met in Korea.

Kim Woo -suk, 1951.

Oh, yes.

Kim Woo -suk was a fairly well -known official in our government years ago.

The finance ministry.

Where could I contact him? He's been dead since the war. He and his wife.

A tragedy.

Since the war, and yet you recognize the name immediately.

Oh, yes, it's fresh in my mind. The daughter, Miss Joyce Silk, came to the

United States only a few months ago.

And, of course, our office saw to it that she felt at home.

And she's here?

Yes.

UCLA graduate student.

But she was a child when this picture was taken, and her parents died.

It's highly possible that she would not remember it.

Well, thank you.

I'm Joy Sook, yes.

My name is Joel Mannix.

I wonder if you could spare a minute. It's important.

Yes.

Do you recognize this photograph?

That was my father.

And mother.

And myself a long time ago.

I'm sorry if I upset you.

Do you recognize the American soldier?

Yes, of course.

Sergeant Sanderson.

Neil Sanderson.

A good friend.

Also dead.

How did you know that?

Everybody knew.

He died 16 years ago in the war.

I was only six years old then, but I remember.

Some of it I remember too well.

Tell me about Sergeant Sanderson.

He was billeted in our home when he was on duty in Seoul.

He lived with us for nearly a year.

Uncle Nils.

You'll never know how hard that name was for a Korean to pronounce.

We were happy.

He was protection and we became friends.

He took me with him sometimes.

He gave me this the morning he left to go back to his company. He said goodbye

to my mother.

Then he went to my father's office and said goodbye to him.

That was the last time any of us saw him.

Then he rejoined his company and went into combat.

And he was killed.

I didn't receive word of it until...

After my parents were killed.

The letter finally got to me at the home where I was sent.

I kept the letter for a long time.

I didn't have much of my own left then, you see.

Your parents were killed in the war?

No.

My parents were murdered.

Would you mind telling me about it?

My father was an important official in the finance ministry.

His office received a shipment of gold from the north.

It was very late, so he brought it home to keep for the night.

I heard the sounds, a hammering sound first, then

muffled voices, screams, then shots.

My door was locked.

When it was finally opened, it was... Please do tell me that my

father and mother had been murdered.

I'm all right.

It was 16 years ago.

It's just still very real.

The gold was... The gold had been stolen.

So the police searched, but to find thieves, and so in the wartime.

That was when I was sent to the home.

That letter notifying you of Sergeant Sanderson's death, do you still have it?

I'm sorry, I do not.

But I remember it said he died in action.

A brave man.

He died in California this morning. That is impossible.

I'll admit it. Strange, anyway.

You must be wrong, Mr. Mannix.

Would you help me find out?

I may have a surprise for you, Joe. I'm not sure.

Yeah, what's the surprise?

The name Sanderson. I got a look at the list Peggy made up of his business

connections, and a bell rang.

Remember Morgan Petrie?

Yeah, Vice President of Monet Enterprises, the man who bribed you.

and cost me my license.

Well, after your testimony on the case, there was a lot of bad publicity for Mr.

Petrie and the company. Now, the company's recovered nicely, though. They

acquired a theatrical supply company.

They're even expanding.

New building to be done by Sanderson Construction Company.

Bill Sanderson and Morgan Petrie.

Petrie often works late in his office. He'd be there now.

You keeping a file on him, Pete?

Well, he paid me money to do some dirty digging for him, and I got busted for

it. He's still riding high, fat, and happy.

So if you can nail him... Well, I never said I was 100 % nice guy.

Well, on that scale, Morgan Petrie'd measure out about zero.

No pleasure at all.

Why did you agree to talk to me?

Curiosity.

It must have did me a great deal of damage.

You don't appear to be mortally wounded.

I'm still an executive here.

But it's a dead end. I'll go further.

In Morgan Petrie, we do not trust.

Sort of a death sentence. I hold two men responsible.

You and Pete Collier.

Why are you here now?

I wanted to ask you if you know a Nils Sanderson.

Sanderson Construction.

Yes, they worked for us for years.

It's a good, solid outfit.

It's too bad about what happened.

How do you know anything happened?

Modern invention. I have a radio.

What was your relationship with Sanderson?

Is that really important to you, Mannix?

It's important.

In that case, I'll see that you don't get it off files and I want you out of

office. Now.

If Morgan Petrie had nothing to hide, then why wouldn't he let you look at the

files on Sanderson? Why?

Old hatred?

Dog in the manger?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Joe, let me try for a look at those files through the back door.

Okay, Pete, give it a try.

Well, good morning.

Good morning.

Joy Sue, Peggy Farah, Pete Collier. Hello.

Would you like some coffee? Yes, thank you.

She can play on my tennis court any day. Pete.

Now remember, cool and cautious.

They won't lay a glove on me.

I read the story in the newspapers today about Neil Sanderson.

Why would I get a letter 16 years ago saying he was dead?

That's what we're going to try and find out.

K -bag, liaison detachment.

One Sanderson.

Neil's A.

Staff Sergeant.

Yeah, that's him.

Was he wounded in combat?

Not wounded. Jeep accident.

Skull fracture.

He was discharged at Letterman Hospital, San Francisco, 12 September 1952.

Lay us on detachment. Does that mean he was working with a Korean military unit?

Guard battalion. Seoul administrative headquarters.

Where my father had his office.

Sanderson must have known about that gold shipment.

You're not thinking that he... That gold could have given Sanderson a head start

in... 1953.

March. Neil Sanderson came here to the bank to see me. He was out of service,

oh, maybe six months.

He looked good, and he made sense.

I mean, he'd planned in detail how he intended to set up his construction

business. And you agreed to help finance him?

Well, we're in the business of making loans.

Of course, he had some capital of his own.

Was that in gold?

No private citizen made traffic in gold in the United States, Mr. Mannix.

Yes, I know.

I also know that a private citizen can get around that prohibition.

Did Sanderson?

That's not for me to say.

The grand jury, then.

Is it that serious?

Yes, it is.

Well, without disclosing any confidences, I might note that it could

to... deposit gold in a foreign country and then transfer the funds to an

American bank.

In Sanderson's case, how much?

$30 ,000.

Pete? No, he hasn't called in yet.

I want to reach him as soon as possible, Peggy. So keep trying, huh?

Uncle Nils is one of the good memories.

It's a lie.

Why would I lie, Mrs. Sanderson?

I don't know you. I have nothing to gain.

And I've already lost all I had to lose. What do you think you're doing to me,

making my husband a monster?

We've got to find out who might have known about what happened in Korea.

Nobody, because it didn't happen.

Father and mother were killed.

Not by Niels.

Then explain the nightmares.

Explain a crime so ugly that he'd rather commit murder than have it revealed.

Mr. Sanderson, he tried to kill me because somebody knew he had killed

mother and father.

I was breaded in the day room's back.

Please, could you?

Who was it?

I can't be sure but I think I know.

Use the phone and call the police.

There's a light in that bus compartment.

Plug it into that cigarette lighter.

Now keep it drained on that truck.

Get to her phone and call the police. If you want him, he's got the girl.

The grieving wife.

No one followed us up here. We're safe.

No alarms.

You don't look surprised.

No, I'm not, Pete.

Gave yourself away pretty badly this morning when Joy Souk walked into my

office. You said she could play on my tennis court any time.

Now, how did you know she played tennis unless you had been watching us at UCLA?

Well, I always said you were good, Mannix.

Yeah.

But I hadn't figured her.

Well, now, Sanderson had a lot of beautiful insurance, you see, and a

wife. Pete and I made a bargain. My psychotic husband for you.

And I suppose you found out about Sanderson when you were working for

Petrie. Yeah, Petrie was going to use Sanderson for a construction job, so he

hired me to check him out. Well, I checked him all the way back to Korea,

that's where I hit Peter.

You see, when a man comes out of the Army and opens a bank account with $30

,000, you wonder how he got it.

Well, I found out, and I owned him.

And you were lucky, Mannix, the way Sanderson came apart.

You'd think a man who'd killed two people could kill a third.

You really hated me that much, huh, Pete?

Yeah, yeah. I want you dead.

Thank you.