All language subtitles for mannix_s02e18_death_in_a_minor_key

Remember me?

On your date.

Sit tight, Peggy.

Thank you.

He ran out.

I waited at the club until closing time,
but he never came back.

Okay, Peggy, what happened?

I don't know.

Everything was fine. We had dinner at my
house, and afterwards...

You know, while I was doing the dishes,
he and Toby played, and then at the

club, Gabe was going great.

Then wham, a sudden change.

You know how musicians are. They're
temperamental cats. Who knows what got

them?

Are you trying to make me feel better?

Mm -hmm.

Well, I would, except you and I know how
Gabe feels about his horn.

So he said it's like his heart. Without
it, he's dead. So?

He left it at the club.

Did you try phoning him?

That's another thing.

He never gave me his phone number.

I called directory assistance.

He's not listed.

And I checked with someone from the
musicians' union.

I got his address.

I drive out there.

It's a vacant lot.

Gabe ever talk about himself?

No.

I did ask him where he was from, though.

And he said, home was always the last
place he'd been.

I got the message, so I stopped being
nosy.

It's a marvelous restraint.

Hold down the fort.

Joe.

Thanks for the trouble.

Where did he get my bill?

Hello, Gabe.

I knew you'd come back after the horn.

What else do you know?

Nothing except what you're going to tell
me.

Nothing to tell, Danny.

Not even to Peggy?

Okay.

Tell her I'm sorry.

About what?

The stand -up.

What else?

I got a split, man.

You gonna follow me?

You know it.

What can I do to stop you?

Tell me the truth.

Is that a promise?

You got my word.

Story, man.

Story about a little boy and a horn.

Little boy meets horn and falls in love
at first sight.

The little boy grows up.

And he loses the horn. That was ten
years ago.

I needed bread.

I hawked it.

Then I got a gig at the roadhouse.

And a man needs his own horn.

And I broke into that pawn shop.

And I borrowed my horn.

But I never made that roadhouse.

I made a prison road gang instead.

So like they say,

I've paid my dues.

You gonna follow me?

Nothing you've come up with yet's gonna
stop me.

How about this?

You wouldn't use that on me, Gabe.

You're not the kind.

You're right, man.

I'm the other kind.

Push me too far and I'll use it.

On me.

Do you think he meant it?

Well, he had that no -nonsense look, so
I let him be.

What could have made him that desperate?

Well, I could give you a few guesses.

What's the matter?

Someone's out there.

Before, while you were gone, I thought I
saw a man looking over here across the

courtyard, but he moved on.

Now he's back.

Get back to the door where he can see
and just act as if you're carrying on a

conversation. Go on.

Of course I'm worried about Gabe.

Why would he disappear?

Everything's going so great for him.

look, Peggy.

I never saw him before.

Well, I saw you.

I thought you'd hear from the club.

And you figure she'd lead you to Gabe
Johnson. Yeah.

You want to say that?

My name's Walt Finley.

Of course, Gabe never mentioned it, not
after they would. I'm from Mayersville.

That's a nice little town down what you
folks up here like to call Dixie Way.

Chief of police?

Yeah.

Small world.

Truth is, I haven't seen or heard of
Gabe for close to, let's see, about

eight years.

Yeah, about eight years.

Then I come to L .A. for the law
enforcement officer's yearly to -do, and

I spot just by sheer coincidence? But
old Gabe Dillon.

That's his true name, Gabriel Dillon.

You didn't know that, did you?

You know, they say you can tell a corner
at play by the sound of his horn like

it was his voice or something.

You know, I'm told that.

Yeah, I don't got an ear.

I never would have known it was Gabe,
except he lifted his glasses off for a

second there.

Yeah, small world, isn't it?

See, Gabe and me, we go back a long
time.

About ten years.

Not it was picked up.

I was the arresting officer.

I suppose there's a reward.

Oh, yeah.

One thousand dollars.

Well, uh, don't spend it all in one
store, huh?

Tell you what.

You name your favorite charity, and
maybe we'll send it there.

Where's Gabe?

She doesn't know, so forget it.

Now, he paid the rental on that cornet.
He served his time.

He told me the story.

Oh, maybe he didn't tell you the whole
story. You see, he's an escaped

He served only nine months on a ten
-year sentence.

Ten years?

That's the way you were handed out down
there?

Mr. Mannix, I don't make the laws. I
just enforce them.

Ten years?

For lifting your own coronet?

For assault with a deadly weapon.

Hit and run.

He tried to kill a man.

Joe, what do I know?

Just a guy in a booking business.

A little schnook agent.

Come on now, Barney. Knock it off. My
head's zinging. I don't want to take it

out on you. I've got to find Gabe for
his own good. Will you trust me?

Word's out, Joe.

Cool it on Gabe.

Where is he? Is he in town?

Why not? Ellie's got a big underground.
You know that.

I don't know where underground.

When you go underground, you've got to
keep moving.

What about stops?

Well, all along the way, there are back
rooms and empty houses.

Gabe can't stay away from that horn too
long.

You got to jam.

You got to jam.

Hi, Gabe.

Go ahead and finish. We can talk later.

Cool as fell in, son.

I just wanted to leave here peaceful,
Joe.

Gabe.

Finley's got a license to gun you down.

If you run... It's better than going
back to that road gang.

You didn't tell me the whole story,
Gabe.

You left out the part about the hit and
run.

I had nothing to do with that except
take the blame.

I didn't hit and run anybody.

Okay, so I... I took this hard and I
paid for it.

Now, I'm not going to die for something
I didn't do.

All right, Dean.

All right.

Now, if that's the truth, maybe I can...
Maybe I can work out a new trial. A

new trial?

Man in Marysville.

Look, I'll make a deal with him at
first.

Man, there is no deal down there but a
ball and a chain.

Gabe, you just can't keep running.

Now let me handle it.

I'll work out something.

That's something.

I'm obliged to you, Mr. Mannix.

If I hadn't tailed you, I never would
have found old Gabe Dillon.

And I really fouled that one up.

You did what you thought was right.

Do you think it was right?

He didn't mean to hurt him.

Meaning I didn't help him.

Do you believe Gabe about that hit -and
-run charge?

I'd like to.

I do.

No strings attached.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, Ed.

When?

Why? I'll tell her.

Sid Morley said that Gabe's on his way
to Marysville.

What the... What are they trying to
pull? He's got a right to extradition

proceedings?

Gabe waived extradition. I knew he
would.

So that's that. No, that's not the end
of the line.

A crime and a trial ten years old?

As Gabe figured, what chance?

You dig a little deeper.

In that town?

All right, it'll be a little rough.

Impossible. Look, Peggy, get me the
first plane you can to Marysville.

There's only one plane.

You'll get there about dawn.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, but your visit to
the prisoner cannot be approved.

Why not?

Rules.

Which one?

Keep Gabe under wraps until you can ship
him upstate to a road gang?

We don't have road gangs. Now, look, I
want to see the prisoner.

But I can't arrange that, Mr. Mannix,
because the prisoner does not want to

you.

It'll probably be a little while.

No, I never let go when I got a live
one. I'll wait.

Oh, here we are.

The State versus Gabriel Dillon.

That's it.

Well, sir, it is indicated that those
records are not here at this time.

At what time will they be here?

Well, sir, that's... Hard to say.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you better have a good reason for
laying that there.

The chief would like to see you, Mannix.

Thank you.

What's the matter, Finley?

You afraid of something I might find in
those records?

What happens next?

They get burned accidentally?

You are really working yourself into a
sweat, Mannix.

Just look at you.

Listen to you. And all that energy
wasted.

While you're hopping around town here.

Like a flea on an old hound dog.

Hmm. Yeah.

Yeah, I forgot how it is around here.

Sleepy time down south.

Everything's slow and easy.

$1 ,000.

Reward for the apprehension of Gabriel
Dillon.

Like I said, Mannix, name your favorite
charity. It's yours.

You know, I've heard of buy -offs,
but...

That's a beaut.

You really are suspicious, aren't you?

Well, being in your business, you
wouldn't be able to trust most people.

Especially since you've arranged it so I
can't see Gabe.

Me?

Who told you that?

Finley.

You expect me to believe you.

Nope.

Come here, Mannix.

I want to show you something.

I did arrange this.

State versus Gabriel Dillon.

Proceedings are all there.

What are you after, Finley?

Really?

Well, first, apprehending Gabe was just
a job to me.

Don't tell me you went through all this
trouble just to sell me on the idea

you're one of the good guys.

You know...

The minute you met me and you heard the
way I talk, found out I was a cop, you

sure had me all figured out, didn't you?

Talk about your stereotyping.

You figure every law officer from down
here carries an electric prod sticking

one hand in the leash of a vicious
police dog in the other.

Well, some of us have gone along with
the change because, like it or not, it's

the law.

But some of us even approve of the
change.

Maybe you can...

Take that message back with you.

What about Gabe Dillon?

He had a fair try.

I'm satisfied he's guilty.

Maybe.

Help yourself.

You'd best turn to the testimony of
Harvey Boylan.

It's a dog -eared page.

I thought I could save you a little
reading time.

I remember it all, just the way it
happened.

It started when I saw this car pull up
across the street.

It looked kind of funny parked there,
and the lights turned out.

Then I saw this nigger get out from
behind the wheel.

The way he looked up and down, I had an
idea he was up to no good.

I saw him slide into that alley and
force the door of the pawn shop.

So while he was in there, I figured I'd
better get his license plate now.

Just to play safe, I wrote it down to be
sure when I reported it.

Then I heard steps coming out of that
alley.

Then I saw the nigger, the defendant
over there.

I ducked back into the shadows, but it
was too late.

I figured my one chance was to run for
it, so I ran.

I heard his car start up. I ran even
faster when I heard the skid and screech

his wheels.

I'm glad they caught him. I'm glad they
caught him.

He can fry.

Dear, please, you're just upsetting
yourself.

Clearly. So, Mr.

Mannix, you are now looking at the
world's only talking vegetable.

Harvey, that isn't funny.

Somebody might see the humor of it.

How about you, sir?

Mr. Boyland, are you sure it was Gabe
Dillon's car?

You're hearing it from the horse's
mouth.

Ten years is a long time.

Events, faces dim.

Not his.

Mr. Boylan, you said the car was bearing
directly down on you.

Yeah.

And the headlights were in your eyes.

So?

With the glare of the headlights, how
could you have seen the car clearly? The

more important.

How could you have seen the driver?

Look, mister, you said you read the
record.

Well, I did.

But naturally, the prosecuting attorney
didn't ask you that question.

That negro, that black, or whatever it
is you're supposed to call him nowadays,

had counsel to defend him.

Appointed by the court?

I checked that lawyer.

Apparently, you spent more time drinking
at the bar than practicing at it. Now,

he didn't ask that question at all.

Nobody doubted you.

Dylan did it.

There's no doubt about it.

You're taking his word against mine,
ain't you?

That's right.

You can get out of my house, mister, and
get quick.

No use talking to your kind.

You don't know what they're like.

Mr. Boylan, I am sorry for you.

In more ways than one.

Mrs. Boylan, thank you for the lemonade.

Thank you.

Hotel, Mr. Maddox.

I changed my mind, Dave. Let's go.

Something wrong?

You can bet your badge something's
wrong.

Anything I can do to help?

You know, I haven't quite figured you
out.

Well, take your time.

What do you want?

I told you, a fair shake.

Come on, you're up to something. What's
the angle? Ah, there you go.

Stereotype me again.

Anything I can do to help, Maddox.

Okay, Finley.

Call off your dog.

He's been in my heels ever since I left
Boylan's place.

I didn't even know you was at Boylan's.
What's the matter?

Break down a communication between you
and that character with a white hat?

Well, you can tell him in person.

He even tailed me here.

He's parked right outside in his...
What's the matter?

Okay, so you called him off.

There's no man in a white hat or any
other kind of hat.

tailing you under my orders.

You know, Finley, I'm going to figure
you out. Mannix, there's a message for

at your hotel.

I wonder how you knew.

I left it.

Made special arrangements for you to see
Gabe Dillon.

Look, Gabe, I'm here because of you.

That's funny. I'm here because of you.

Gabe, I'm trying to do a job.

You need your job in L .A.? Look, I just
could turn up something.

What are you going to do for an encore
part, the what is?

Don't make it any tougher than it is.
Okay.

I'll make it easier for you.

I'm giving you A for effort.

I'm clearing your conscience.

So you can skip along now.

you should have zagged.

So what?

Everybody's entitled to one little
mistake.

Everybody's happy now.

Dave, where's the nearest car rental?

Over on 3rd and J.

You gonna go out on your own, huh? Yeah.

See you around, Dave.

Hold it right there.

No gun. I'm just... Can I show you my
identification?

No show. Tell.

Charlie Willis. I got an office in the
Braddock building.

I'm in the same business you're in.

I don't like being tailed. Who's the
client?

All right, all right.

Why should I get my head beat in? I
don't even know who the client is. Come

come off it. I'm telling you, that's the
way it is. Look, I was hired by phone.

I got my retainer in the mail in cash,
and there was no return address on the

envelope. So just how do you report to
your client, take an ad in the paper?

Well, this came with a retainer,
typewritten like the envelope.

I was ordered to phone that number every
day at 4 o 'clock and report.

Who does the phone number belong to? I
don't know.

Where's the phone located?

Well, I didn't investigate.

Look, I just get paid. That's all I care
about.

Not a curious man by nature.

You know, Willis, you're in the wrong
business.

I know that now.

Now, tell me, what did your client's
voice sound like on the phone? You know,

what sort of voice did he have?

Oh, it wasn't a man.

It was a woman.

You're getting today's report straight
from the horse's mouth. Item one, I ran

into Charles Willis a little while ago.
Item two, here I am.

Phyllis Judson Garth, married.

What does Mr.

Garth do?

Garth's lumber and building supplies.

Okay, now we've got all the names
straight except one.

Gabe Dillon.

Who's that?

What are you going to do?

Call downtown.

You mean the police?

Who else?

Now, wait.

There's no reason why I should take the
blame. None of it was my idea, including

hiring Willis. Roger made me do it. It's
all his fault.

I just don't see why I should go on
paying and paying all these years.

He was very drunk that night.

I begged him to let me drive, but, oh,
they think they're such men, especially

when they're drunk.

He hit and ran, and then when that negro
was arrested and Boylan identified him,

Roger thought he saw a way out.

I couldn't say anything. My lips were
sealed.

Roger doesn't just threaten, he means
it.

All these years, he felt he was off the
hook.

And then you had to show up.

I'm glad you did.

Where is he now?

At the lumberyard on Trenton Street.

Everybody else will be gone by now.

I was supposed to drive over there after
talking to Willis. What do I do now?

Go home.

You should know Roger has a gun at the
lumberyard.

Mr. Mannix, I want you to understand I

am innocent.

Where were you all those years?

Let's start again from the beginning.

Maybe there's something you left out.

Now, look, I told you.

I wasn't firing to hit him. I wanted him
alive.

I was only trying to scare him down. I
missed.

Purposely. Well, maybe you're just a bad
miss.

What are you, court jester?

Right, he's entitled to his opinion.

Now, you got it all straight.

From the time I met Charlie Willis until
I phoned you from the lumber company.

Would you come in, please?

Mr. Garth, I'm terribly sorry to trouble
you at a time like this, but you could

help us by identifying Mr. Mannix.

Mr. Mannix, the gentleman you were
talking to this afternoon.

I never talked to that man.

Hold it, hold it. Wait a minute.

Miss Garth, you have been through an
ordeal, and you're understandably

Not about him.

I never saw him before in my life.

All right, Miss Garth.

Thank you.

And again, I'm terribly sorry to have
bothered you.

You're taking her word.

They are facts.

From the facts, you were shot in the
hand, returned to fire, and killed

Now, that only might be self -defense.

You're forgetting one thing. What about
Gabe?

You're not going to even question Mrs.
Garth?

On what grounds?

Okay, she claims she didn't see me.

What about Charles Willis? She hired
him.

Call him in.

Randall?

Charles Willis Mannix, I personally
checked.

He has no office in the Braddock
building like you said.

There is no Charles Willis private
investigator.

As a matter of fact, there is no Charlie
Willis anywhere.

You got anything to add to that, Mannix?

If not, you'd best stick around while I
check a few things out.

There was a shooting and a killing, and
you're in bad trouble.

Finally got you figured, Finley.

You knew just how far you were going
right from the beginning, didn't you?

A man with a badge, fair, with a
conscience living down the past.

Leaning over backwards so far until you
broke my back.

I forgot you had a personal stake in
Gabe's case.

You were the arresting officer and the
investigator.

You wouldn't want that can of beans
opened up again, really, would you? Not

after ten years.

How would that look on your record?

Mannix, you sit real tight in your hotel
room.

You hear?

Did that car break down?

Listen, Dave, if you had a foreign car
and you wanted to keep it tip -top

where would you get it serviced?

Hmm. Only one shop. The best in town.

Gardner's.

Beauty, huh? Yeah, yeah. That's exactly
what I was looking for.

Not for sale.

Seat. Oh, thanks.

Just brought in for servicing, huh?

Uh -uh.

Here all the time.

Belongs to Hal Gardner.

He owns the place.

There he is over there now.

He likes to talk to foreign car buffs.

Yeah, so do I.

Yeah, he's a pretty good.

Listen, uh, you mind getting him over
here?

No. Sure.

Hey, Hal.

Yeah, Ben?

There's a fella over there. A bug on old
Mercedes Benz.

Thought you might like to.

That's funny.

Said he wanted to talk to you.

Now he's gone.

What'd he look like?

No. Let Mannix stick his neck out.

Sheriff Finley will blame the whole
thing on him just like we planned.

You know you...

You really shouldn't have called me to
your place, Hal.

A widow in a bachelor's pad.

I mean, we did agree to observe a
respectful period of mourning.

But since I'm already here, I suppose
you fully intend to take

advantage of me.

Helpless, terrified,

defenseless. Tiger.

What's this?

Love at the zoo?

Like I said, there was a man in a white
hat.

What's the matter, Gardner?

Tiger got your tongue?

Tell me, did she talk you into using me
to get rid of Garth or...

Was it his bright idea to make me the
patsy?

You know, Mrs. Garth, I've been having
serious doubts about your version of

hit -and -run.

Would you like to change the story?

No?

Okay.

I'll just call a third party to liven up
the conversation.

No, wait, Mr. Mannix.

I think we should talk a little common
sense.

Such as?

I mean, what is all this effort over
Gabe Dillon? I mean, how much money

he have given you?

After all, he is... A black.

Just another colored man.

What's the difference?

Operator, Mannix.

Sorry, operator, wrong number.

I must say, you're a cute couple.

Yeah, well, the late Roger Garth, he
didn't think so.

He kept us apart ever since that night
that we rode off together in Phyllis'

and he followed us.

See, Garth agreed to keep his mouth shut
about Phyllis being the driver of the

hit -and -run car as long as she come
back to him and live with him.

Roger was big for appearances.

So Garth didn't want me digging into the
case any more than you two did.

Mm -hmm. Yeah.

He played right along.

Only he never knew to what extent.

I guess that kind of wraps it up.

Uh -huh.

Yeah.

Except for this.

That's right.

Sorry, Gardner.

Your car registration gave me your
address. I've been waiting for you. So

go, huh?

Look.

Reynolds?

No, no.

Don't tell me why you're here.

I don't mind telling you.

Waiting for you to finish.

You figure I'd dig deeper and faster if
you ordered me to stay put, huh? It was

a long shot.

Sure worked out, didn't it? You know,
that's beautiful, Finley. That's

beautiful. I did all the dirty work, all
the running, all the sweating. Well,

like you said, sleepy time down south.

Everything's slow and easy. Okay.

We're changing.

Finley, tell me one thing. You didn't
have a tail on me. How did you know I

here? One of my men.

Like I said.

We're changing.

Come on.

I'll give you the last ride in the cab.

Boy, this is some house.

so so

Thank you.