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Thank you.

Hey, you crazy?

Perfect frame.

He's a real pro.

Yeah, next time I see him, I'll tell him you're a fan.

Did you get a look at his face or his license number, Mr. Marin?

Would you if somebody was trying to kill you?

He missed you deliberately.

His job was to scare you.

Why? I don't know.

I swear to you, I don't know.

Nobody hires a killer without a reason.

I told the police my name is Rudy Marin.

I left her alone. I work at Bodley Better Buy's used car lot. I give a fair

on the lot. I don't fool around with other guys' women. Now, you tell me why.

Look, every one of those bullet holes says stop or stay away.

Stop what?

Stay away from what?

I don't know.

I keep telling you, I swear, I don't know.

What did the police do?

The police?

They got here all right. They arrived and they looked around. They wrote

down. They told me to be careful and they left.

That's why I called you.

All right.

Tell you what I want you to do.

Lock the door, stay away from the windows and don't answer the phone and

put. I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

I mean I can't, that's what. I've got something to do today.

What? I can't tell you. Now, look, I'm not tangling with a hired killer unless

know the reason why.

What is it that you have to do in such a hurry?

Forget it. Look, I'll pay you for your time. Just forget it.

It's your life.

Marin's clean as a white Christmas, Joe. No records, no arrests.

Something of a loner?

Zero.

What's he done?

So far, just played target for a hired gun. Who was paid to miss him?

Why would someone hire a professional killer to miss?

To scare a man away, probably.

No, no, no. They'd threaten him if that didn't work a beating. None of that's

happened. Look, the going price for a top killer is what? $10 ,000?

Who's going to pay that kind of money to scare a guy away?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Maybe it's the other way around.

Not to scare him away from something, but to scare him to something.

Look, Peggy, if you had a day to live, maybe only an hour, wouldn't you want to

clean up unfinished business?

Yeah.

It's got to be it, Adam.

They've hired a professional killer to scare Marin into doing something right

now.

Like what?

What's that for?

Never mind. Just turn around.

it right there.

I don't find any organic damage, either to the eye proper or the connective

ophthalmic system. What's that supposed to mean? That means that there's no

pathological reason why you can't see.

Why can't I? You have a case of psychosomatic blindness.

Psychosomatic?

There's no simple explanation, Mr. Mannix.

You live a dangerous and complex life.

You risk it constantly in your profession.

To you, that's just an occupational hazard.

But you're a man and mortal.

When that bullet caught you, only the thickness of a single hair kept you from

being killed.

In that split second, you felt death.

Your eyes saw it.

They couldn't stand it, and they closed.

For how long? Your sight could come back in six months, six days, or even six

hours.

Or never.

Or never.

But I'm betting on you, Mr. Mannix.

How much would you bet, Doc?

What odds?

Mr. Mannix, you're alive.

And you must keep believing that you will see again.

In time.

Sure. I'll drive you home, Joe.

You must let him take your arm.

precede him.

Thanks, Doc.

I'll be seeing you.

Yes, you will.

Gray gloves, sunglasses?

It's his trademark.

It's got to be Jay Violet out of New York.

Special import, special job.

We got an APB out for him.

Great. When you get him, I'll just come down and pick him out of the lineup.

Well, by the time we grab him, maybe you'll be able to. What is that?

Makes you think he's going to let me live that long?

Joey's not going to get anywhere near you. We got this place covered around

clock. Nobody gets in or out without a double check.

Here's your drink, Jim.

Sorry.

It's no big deal. I'll make you another one. Never mind.

I don't really want to drink anyway.

It's not lit, Joe.

Here, let me get it.

What time is it?

7 .20.

Why don't you go home before you make your babysitter rich?

I haven't finished that Javis report.

Forget it.

We're out of business.

Joe, listen, I've got this friend, an ex -marine. He's a great guy.

He works with the blind.

You mean he sells them those white canes?

Let's face it, Joe, it's a brand -new ballgame.

Ballgame called because of darkness.

You're feeling sorry for yourself, right?

Did you get it through your thick head? I don't need a secretary. What I need is

a seeing -eye dog. Now, can you bark?

Yes, I can bark and I can bite, too. I thought I was working for a guy who

take anything that was handed out to him, but maybe I was wrong.

Maybe I ought to rinse you a corner and give you a tin cup with six pencils.

I'm sorry, Joe.

She's got quite a temper.

I'm beginning to learn more about you with my eyes closed than I ever did when

thought they were open.

You know what they say.

I'm so blind as those who will not see.

Adam?

Yeah. That marine guy you know.

What's his name?

My name is Jerry Volks.

I'm Peggy Fair, Mr. Maddox's secretary.

Won't you come in?

Hey, Jerry, thanks for coming.

Pleasure.

My name is Mannix.

Adam tells me you've got trouble.

The kind I'm not sure I can handle.

Well, Joe, you can sit around moaning about what happened or do something

it. It's all up to you.

I'll work your tail off, believe me.

But when we've finished, you'll be able to stand on your own two feet.

Let me give it to you straight, Jerry.

I don't want you to teach me how to be blind. I want you to teach me how to

survive.

It's all the same.

Not this time.

I was witness to a murder.

I think the killer's after me.

I want to know how to make it if he comes after me in my own ballpark.

I didn't say it was going to be an easy one.

That's a tall order.

Never had one like that before.

Can you help me?

Well, if you've got the nerve and sweat, I think I've got the method.

When do we start?

Let me warn you.

It's going to be rough.

There'll be times you'll hate my guts.

But if you really want it... I want it.

Well, then, let's go to work.

Well, I gotta get back in the job.

Thanks for coming, Jerry.

Thanks, Adam. Sure.

So long, baby.

Goodbye.

Uh, Joe, I was thinking... It occurred to me, you know, that, uh...

Just until you get to know your way around.

Maybe you'd like a roommate.

You thinking about diapering me, Adam?

No, no, no. I just thought for the next couple of days... If a man crushes,

he'll never learn to walk.

Why don't you go play carpet?

Sure.

Well, see you guys.

Now, the only way you can meet this killer on equal terms is in total

right? Right.

So, get a man in to put all the lights on the master's switch.

Or two or three.

By the sofa, the desk.

Whatever fits your pattern of movement.

Will do.

Now, let's get rid of the little killers.

The what? If I knock over an ashtray with a burning cigarette, it's an

If you knock it over, it's a disaster.

Get some big heavy ones.

Peggy. Got it.

What's this metal piece here on the desk?

That metal piece is a piece of sculpture.

To me, it's 20 blades that could cut his throat if he stumbles against it.

Lose it.

I'll lose it.

All right, Joe.

Walk to the center of the room.

Come on. Make your move.

Hands or feet?

Did you furnish this place?

Yeah. Do you know where each piece is?

I think so.

Its size, its shape, its dimensions?

Don't tell you no unless you're sure.

Your life depends on it.

Do you understand that, Joe?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I want you to photograph this room in your mind.

Everything in it.

Openers, let's try the stairs.

Take a look.

Count.

See, Joe, the curve in the stairs.

The landing.

The iron rail.

The chest on the landing.

What's on it, Joe? What's on that chest?

The door, Joe. How high is the door, Joe? How many panels?

Where is the doorknob, Joe?

Where?

Uncabinet.

The depth of the cabinet, Joe.

Dimensions, Joe. Dimensions.

Chest under the landing, Joe.

What's on that chest?

Books. The iron horse.

See it, Joe. See it.

The cigarette tree.

The handles on the door, Joe.

See it.

See it, Joe.

The wall, Joe.

The window.

The louver. The curtain.

The fireplace wall.

The logs in the fireplace.

Joe, picture it.

The magic.

The hand -iron.

Do you see it, Joe?

I think so.

All right, we'll soon find out.

I want you to walk to the fireplace and bring me one of those long matches.

Try to use your hands.

Feel them.

That's right.

Feet.

Now bring it to me.

Use the pizza.

Fine, fine.

Power for the course.

But I'm going to condition you so that you know a chair is there, even if

somebody moves it. How?

In your skin, Joe.

In the hairs on your arm.

Air moves.

Learn to feel it. Okay, okay.

Listen. Listen, the curtain flutters.

Is it the breeze of the killer?

He stands excited.

You can smell him.

Hear him.

Sense him.

You've got four senses left. If you want to live, use them.

Chop them.

Okay.

Okay, now let's try it again.

No.

No, that's enough for today.

But when I go, I want you to work it alone.

From the beginning. Over and over.

And when things get dull, just hang on to this thought.

There's a killer on the loose.

And as of now, he's better at his job than you are.

Remember that.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

I'll show you to the door, Jerry.

Jerry. Adam told me about you.

Medal of honor.

Good pension.

Why don't you just take life easy?

Because I've been where you are, Joe.

I was blind for ten years.

The decency to make a sound, Peggy.

What kind of a sound?

Do some homework.

No, no.

Just read the book like any man would.

Better. Now come to the desk and move the ashtray.

And see what you can do with the stairs.

I like the shaving lotion.

Don't be smug. The killer may not wear any.

There's the first joint of your forefinger over the limb of the cup.

Support it with your thumb.

Now the thumb.

And the cup up slowly to the spot.

Pour.

Feel the heat rising.

When it gets close, stop.

You sure there's no ground glass in it?

Find out.

Smell anything?

Oil.

Machine oil.

Good.

Now listen carefully.

One. That's all the time you'll have from hearing that sound to making your

move.

Keep listening.

I think that's enough for today.

Just let me say, your professional training shows.

You've latched on to more in one week than others do in months.

No homework, huh?

You'll do your homework if you want to live.

See you, Joe.

Thanks, Jerry.

Hold it.

It's me, Jerry.

That's one more lesson under your belt.

Bolt the door.

Every time.

Surf's up. How big?

Two, three feet maybe.

Land castle.

Rise.

Transit to radio.

Boy and girl.

Working on a soft drink.

Volleyball?

Somebody just swiped one.

Thank you.

This was a great idea.

I was beginning to feel cooped up.

Hey, uh, how about a hot dog?

I'd love one.

Two dogs, coming up.

Anything to drink, Peggy?

No, thank you.

That's 80 cents.

Anything on yours?

Just mustard.

Settle for everything?

Everything will be fine.

Why does that name bug me?

Marin.

Look, John.

We were supposed to leave all that behind today.

There's something out of the past.

I don't know, it's like hearing a bell and not knowing if it's the front door

the back.

It'll come to you.

Why?

Why would Jay Violet frighten him first and then kill him afterwards?

Look, Joe, it's ten past and we told Adam one hour.

Peggy, did he check out that derelict?

Nothing. Just an old tractor.

Two men dead, one blind.

I wonder if the killer got his money.

It's been a great day, Peggy. Thanks.

Thanks, Jerry. It was his idea.

You gave him a hard time this week. You better get home before Toby forgets what

his mother looks like.

How about some coffee? It'll only take a minute.

No, thanks. You go ahead.

I'm going to curl up with a good book.

Something new's been added.

Yeah, it's a graduation present from Jerry.

A book of Braille.

How's it coming?

Well, I'm not ready to read Gone with the Wind yet, but I think I've got the

alphabet down pretty pat.

Prove it.

All right.

H.

I. And the first word.

P.

G -Y.

Hi, Joe.

Now, here's what I can do with my eyes closed.

That's it.

Bruno Marino, hold -up artist. Wife, Stella Marino, deceased.

Son, Rodolfo Marino.

Alias, Rudy Marin, used car salesman. Born 1939.

That's got to be him, Adam.

Will someone please fill me in?

A payroll heist about 12 years ago.

The Marino gang got away with close to $800 ,000.

They had to kill a guard to do it.

Then Marino pulls a switch, see? Instead of divvying up the loot with his

buddies, he buried it, or so the story goes.

Then he turns himself in to the police.

Takes a 20 to life sentence, which he never finished.

You mean he was released?

The hard way, feet first.

Last week, a con stuck a shiv in his back.

And the next day... Now, this is the key, Adam. The very next day, Jay Violet

took a gun after a certain used car salesman.

But why him?

It's simple.

Marino's gang was just marking time until he got out of jail. Then he was

killed. So, who's left with the secret as to where the money's buried?

Would you buy Rudolfo Marino?

His son, alias Rudy Marin, who was at his father's bedside when he died.

So they hire a killer to scare him and to lead him to the money.

Do you think the money was buried in the building where Marin was shot?

Staked my life on it.

Adam, why don't you get things moving?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Cease and desist.

Lieutenant, I got a street full of equipment coming in tomorrow morning.

a court order, sir. It means what it says.

Now don't touch as much as a single brick.

But I got a penalty clause on my deal, which means I pay them.

Whoever's behind this better have a darn good reason.

Oh, there are 800 ,000 reasons.

Okay.

I hope you're right, Joe.

It all adds up, Adam.

Bruno Marino wouldn't trust anyone except his own flesh and blood. It was

son's legacy in case anything happened to Bruno.

And it happened.

That's why the boy came in with a dynamite. He had to beat the wreckers to

It almost worked.

And you showed up.

Yeah.

Money's got to be somewhere in that building.

Under a floor and a wall, somewhere, you'll see.

Well, if you're right, you're in for a nice piece of change.

Rewards still on the books, 10 % of the total figure.

Be nice if I could count it.

Staked out, Jay Violet's lost his last chance to get the money.

Why doesn't he take off?

He's got me on his mind.

I'm the only one who can finger him.

Or so he thinks.

He's got to eliminate me.

Adam's got this place pretty well staked out, and Violet's pro enough to know

that.

All he has to do is wait. The police can't give me 24 -hour protection

You know, I've been thinking.

There is a way to get him out in the open How?

Give Adam a call

Any sign of a police car?

No. They're staying out of sight.

Good.

Anything yet?

There's a car now.

It's not police.

Take the Canyon Road.

Let him get closer, but not too close.

Getting closer.

Pulling up on my side?

Yes.

Can you hold her?

I can hold her.

He went over the cliff.

Take it easy, Peggy.

I'm all right.

You're quite a girl.

Just mark the case closed.

It's hard to believe.

Not a sign of him, Joe. Not one sign of him.

I don't know. He must have been thrown clear and then he crawled away. But I'll

tell you, he's still alive.

I wasn't out to get him killed. Just caught.

I'm sorry, Joe. I wish we'd nailed him.

What about the money?

We've torn apart the walls and the floors of half of that building. And?

got ten tons of rubble.

The money's got to be there. I know that, Adam. All right. We're still

But from now on, this is our baby.

You leave Jay Violet to us and just stay out of it. Now, wait a minute. I need

one more day.

He's got to make his move now.

He's a pro.

Right now, you're not.

Look, Joe, without eyes, you're a sitting duck.

He can pick you apart one feather at a time, not just leave him to us.

Adam, you're helping him, not me.

You'll just scare him off and he'll take his own good time about taking a shot

at me.

All I'm asking for is one more day and then he's all yours.

Look, I've worked harder at getting ready for this than anything I've ever

in my life. One day.

I'll settle for a man on the roof across the street.

Okay.

One man on the roof.

We're going to be near enough to come running if he calls.

Thanks, Adam.

Good luck, Joe.

your instructions?

Yes, Lieutenant. I'll be checking in every hour.

Out.

All right.

All right, Joe.

You take that damn light out of my eyes?

Adam wanted me to wait in the car, but I couldn't stand any longer.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Can you drive?

Yes, I just...