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Joe Mannix?

That's right. Mr. Mannix, I'd like to
talk to you about business.

Well, uh, if you'll give me your name
and phone number, I'll call you back in

the morning.

I'm on my way out to see a client.

That's what I wanted to talk to you
about, Mr. Mannix.

It's a lousy night for business calls.

Stay in.

Curl up with a good...

Mr.

Mannix. Yeah.

I told you it was a rough night out.

Home's the only safe place for you.

Sleep tight.

Hey, buddy.

Yeah?

Uh, have you got a half a buck for a cup
of coffee?

With a little wine in it?

Well, it cuts down on my jogging.

There you are.

Hey.

Join me?

Some other time.

Mr. Maddox?

That's right.

I'm Martin Emery.

You told me on the phone this morning
that nobody knew you contacted me.

No one did.

Correction. I was warned off the case
with a bullet to back it up.

How could anyone have known?

How about your secretary?

She phoned me for you.

No, no, I trust Miss Phillips
implicitly.

Besides, she didn't know why I phoned
you.

Maybe it's time I did.

All right.

The woman is my wife.

Sorry, Mr. Emory, I don't handle cases
like that. It's not my line.

It's not what you think.

She told me the next morning.

Didn't even know the man's name.

It was just a case of one long, lonely
evening and one drink too many.

I never mentioned it to her again.

I pushed it out of my mind until this
photo arrived about a month ago.

Laura doesn't know about the photo.

I don't know what it would do to her if
she found out.

I paid the man $2 ,500 the first time,
and I was glad I thought to have it done

with. How much the second time?

5 ,000, now 10.

Getting steeper.

He's supposed to send me the negative
this time.

It's easy enough to make copies of a
negative.

Mr. Maddox, there's $10 ,000 inside this
thing.

You'd only be throwing good money after
bad.

I know how these characters work.

That's exactly why I contacted you.

Track him down, find out who he is.

A man like that must have some kind of a
record.

Maybe you can put the fear of God in
them.

I sent Laura to Europe until this is
over.

I want it finished, Mr. Maddox, as
quickly as possible.

How are the payoffs made?

Upper drive of the new Mount Olympic
building development.

The envelopes are left underneath the
Mount Olympic sign.

When? I was told to watch the personals.

Cool City, that's one of those
underground newspapers.

Yeah, I know.

How are the notices identified?

To M .E. from Fantastic Photographer.

Okay, I'll be in touch.

Good.

You can contact me through my personal
number at the office. No one answers it

but me, KL56654.

Right. I checked you out.

I know you can be trusted to keep this
just between us.

Goes with the job.

Well, I'm glad you decided to take the
case.

I really took the case before we met.

You see, Mr. Emery, you don't like your
wife's reputation being threatened.

I don't like being shot at.

I'll be back.

Hey.

What happened last night?

Oh, I've told you all I can, Peggy. You
didn't tell me anything.

And you tried to pass that off as the
work of a woodpecker.

Just a joke.

I know a bullet hole when I see a bullet
hole.

And a bullet hole ain't no joke.

I'll just be patient for a little while,
huh, Peggy?

Listen, this is a first.

I've been in on every other case. Now,
what's so special about this one?

I made a deal with a client, absolutely
confidential, just between him and me.

Okay? Okay, but it's not going to stop
me from worrying about you.

And in reference to the inventory number
on the specified date, I submit...

Excuse me, Miss Phillips. We can finish
this another time.

Yes, sir.

Yes? This is Mannix.

I heard from the blackmailer a few
minutes ago.

He gets around fast.

Is it true what he said?

That there was no money in the envelope,
just scraps of paper?

Yeah, I made a switch.

On whose authority?

Now look, Mr. Emery, you put the case in
my hands.

Yes, I did.

And you know what you've done? It
stirred him up, I hope. Gave him a

shaking. Well, he's doubled the amount.
That's how much you stirred him up. And

if he doesn't have the money by
tomorrow, he'll see that copies of the

photograph were circulated.

Well, we have until tomorrow, so sit
tight.

How can I sit tight?

You still don't know a thing about him.
I do now.

I know that he's not the man in the
photograph.

And I've got the license number on the
car he was driving.

JFO 247?

Well, let's see.

Here we are.

JFO 247.

That car was rented on the 11th to a
David Tremont.

Did he give an address?

Yes.

Crystal Hotel, 213 West Main.

Do you have a David Tremont registered
here?

Sure have.

Is he in?

Yes, I'd say he is.

What's his room number?

Who should I say he's calling? Oh, well,
don't say.

I'll just go right on up.

Oh, I couldn't do that.

Well, um...

Sort of a surprise.

Oh, that kind of a surprise.

Well, in that case, just go right up to
315, sir.

Thanks.

Plumber, your bathroom's flooding the
room downstairs.

Okay, look you can send for the lab crew
now, all right

How

much

longer lieutenant That's up to you,
Mannix.

We've covered everything.

That's what you say.

Look, it was self -defense.

I walked in, he shot at me, I shot back.
That's it.

Except why you came here in the first
place.

I told you, business.

That's like saying the stars only come
out after dark.

Deegan, I want to get out of here.

And I want the name of your client.

Wouldn't do you any good.

Well, who are you to say that? Look,
Deegan, you can think what you want

me. You can knock my profession.

You can give me the treatment. You can
cool my heels till they freeze, but it's

still no dice.

Look, let's get one thing straight,
Mannix.

Maybe Lieutenant Tobias will let you off
easier, but this is my case, not his,

so don't push me.

Okay?

Now, who's your client?

That's still privileged information.

I'm still asking.

Book me.

Now let me go.

All right, Pete.

Where are you going?

Taylor, Lieutenant.

What for? If you're on his tail, he
wouldn't go anywhere.

Maddox may be stubborn, but he's not
stupid.

He might have settled for this.

And I'd be on my way now to join my wife
in Europe.

The odds were against it. Maybe so.

But now it's a lot worse.

I didn't bargain to get involved in any
killing. I told you, I've kept your name

out of it.

I, uh, thought I'd seen that woman
before.

Brunette. Where?

Driving a car that cut me off.

My mistake.

Mr. Mannix, let's be honest.

What are my chances now?

I knew from the start it was a gamble.

Okay, Mr. Emery, let's both be honest.

You'd like to cash in your chips, right?

I don't know. I don't know what to do.

Your wife, your name, your decision.

I think we better call it quits.

Well, you can send that to me after I
finish my end of the case.

Someone still took a shot at me.

I want to know about that brunette in
the dark glasses they knew paid me to

a negative back. It's still floating
around someplace.

Anybody around I can talk to?

You Fuzz?

No.

I look like Fuzz.

Sorry. I'm a private investigator.

Same as Fuzz.

Not downtown, it isn't.

You sure?

Sure.

Well, then welcome to Cool City.

All the news that's unfit to print.

What's the matter? Something got you
uptight?

Oh, well, it's really none of my
business.

You mean I'm a little too grown up for
this sort of thing, huh?

Well, I... Yeah, look, man, things are
tough in the newspaper game, right?

All the news is on TV, right?

So you gotta feed the public all the
stuff they can't see on the tube, right,

man? So here I am on Cool City.

You know, I used to be on the old New
York Herald. I was there 30 years before

it folded.

You know what I did? Now don't laugh.

I was a church editor.

Now go ahead and laugh.

No laugh.

Look, I'd like to check out this
personal notice. There were two others

that.

Yeah, I know.

We get lots of personals.

Nick, our best reading.

Real way out stuff, huh?

Yeah, I remember this one.

And the other two.

Tried to make it real hip, but it came
out square.

Like the person who placed it.

Well, takes one to know one.

What did he look like?

Wasn't he, was a she.

Brunette, dark glasses?

Yeah, man.

Well, you got anything on her? Name,
address, anything?

Nothing.

We don't ask no questions at nobody
around here.

That's what makes cool city cool.

No changing your story, Mannix. No
change, Lieutenant.

Okay, let's go over it step by step.

You're a real tiger, Deegan. Don't get
funny.

Just trying to start today off with a
smile.

Not at my expense.

He fired first, you said.

That's right. Three shots.

Right. Wrong. The lab crew went over the
entire room.

No trace of a slug. No bullet hole on
your side of the room.

Now look, Lieutenant.

I'm not blind. I'm not deaf.

I saw gun flashes and I heard gunshots.

And how come the only slug we found was
in him?

Fired by your detective special.

What'd the report say about his gun?

Fully loaded.

Unfired. Unused.

You knew the dead man as David Tremont?

No, I didn't know him at all. The desk
clerk said he was registered under that

name. You ever hear of Dennis Taggart?

No. Well, that was his real name,
Taggart.

Two -bit con artist.

Not bright enough for big -time
extortion, but smart enough about one

He never packed a gun.

Anything you care to add, Mannix?

No.

Well, nothing more that would help you.

Help yourself.

Like proof to me you were even on a
case.

He was.

He told me.

He told you what?

He was working on a case. What case?

I don't know.

You can't claim privilege information.

She doesn't know a thing.

Look, if there's some personal reason
you're fighting me, Maddox, let's get it

out in the open, huh?

I'm doing my job, Lieutenant. I'm
protecting a client.

your shoes, Maddox. I start worrying
about protecting myself.

Joe.

Peggy, I gotta make a phone call,
personal.

But what's it all about?

Now I don't know. Would you let me make
this phone call?

What number are you calling, please?

KL -566 -54.

I want to see Mr. Emery.

Well, I'm sorry, but Mr. Emery's not in.

Oh, wait.

Well, I'll have to schedule you for an
appointment.

May I have your name, please, and your
phone number?

The name is Mannix.

And the number?

Now, wait a minute. You're Miss
Phillips, aren't you?

Yes. You're Mr. Emery's private
secretary?

Yes, of course.

Then what's this big act as if you never
heard my name?

I'm sorry, sir, but I never have heard
it before.

You called me for Mr. Emery when he
hired me.

There must be some mistake.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Now I'm going to tell you for the second
time.

He's trying to force his way into Mr.
Emery's office.

What's going on out here?

I want to talk to you. Tell him it's
okay that you know me.

Well, how can I tell him I know you? I
never saw you before.

Shall I call the police, Mr. Emery?

I don't think that'll be necessary, Miss
Phillips. Just show him out.

I don't believe you'll cause us any more
trouble.

Hey, Jim, you check on the other side of
the house.

I'm going to check down to the fence.

I'm just going to have to tighten
security around here.

Nobody's perfect.

What do you want?

You can cut out the act, Emery.

There's nobody around.

Listen, who are you?

Oh, I can understand why you'd like not
to know me now, why you've been dodging

me, pretending I'm not there.

Well, I'm here, Emery, and I'm telling
you there are just too many holes in

story, and I've been dropping through
them.

I've been obligated to protect you and
keep your name out of it up to now.

But if you know anything that can help
me, you'd better start talking.

How can I?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe Mrs. Emery does.

Are you threatening my wife in some way?
No.

No, that's no threat.

I just want to know more about the man
in the photo with her. Man with Laura?

Yeah. What man? What photo?

It's your choice, Emery.

You talk to me.

Or I get in touch with Mrs. Emery in
Europe and talk to her.

Europe? Yeah.

What gave you that idea?

Martin?

I'll be right with you, Laura.

Not too long, dear.

I'll be just a few more seconds,
darling.

My wife in Europe?

Now, whoever told you that?

I've heard some stories in my life, but
that is the weirdest.

Yeah.

And he just grins at me and he went up
and joined his wife.

At least that frees you of all
obligation. Now you can tell Lieutenant

everything. My word against Emery's?

Facts are facts, Joe.

What facts?

There's nothing linking Emery with me.
The meetings were secret. The phone

call's private. He paid me in cash.

There's no record of the case at all. No
evidence.

Except there was a bullet hole in that
front door. Now, if someone took a shot

at you, we've got proof.

We're not going to open up that can of
beans yet.

Why not?

Look at the way it would stack up.

Taggart comes here and takes a shot at
me, so I go gunning for vengeance. I

into his hotel room and I blast him.

That's just circumstantial.

Yeah, but it's enough to book me on
suspicion of murder, at least in

Deegan's book.

Well, there's still that picture
negative.

Now, Taggart had to have hidden it
someplace.

That won't do me any good.

Joe, I know it's dirty pool, but it ties
Emery in.

Peggy, I didn't know until I saw Laura
Emery this afternoon.

Know what?

She's not the woman in that photo.

That was a phony, too.

Look, I shouldn't even be talking to
you.

Well, if you'll just give me the key to
room 315, we wouldn't have to talk.

After what happened the last time you
went up there?

I'll only be ten minutes.

Sorry.

Well, there's no law against renting a
room for the night, is there?

Well, when you put it that way, that'll
be $42.

The sign says $6 a night.

We only rent by the week.

Since when?

Since the new policy went into effect.

Uh, just one thing.

No more surprises, huh?

I'll do my best. Oh, by the way, who's
my neighbor?

316 is empty.

The other night, too?

Uh -uh.

She checked out the morning after.

What'd she look like?

Couldn't see much of her face.

Brunette? Right.

Always wore dark glasses.

Same woman. Has to be.

Taggart could have had an accomplice.

Yeah, maybe.

Now, when I broke in here, Taggart was
standing at that window.

He opened it, and he was on his way out
when I came in.

He then fired three shots at me.

But he didn't fire at all. I mean,
there's not a slug or a bullet hole

Now figure that one out.

Yeah.

Look, Peggy, you wait out here. Count to
five and then come in, huh?

Okay.

One, two, three, four,

five.

What's that?

An invitation to murder.

What'd you see?

A figure at the window, Joe.

You.

Then?

Then three flashes of light.

Hmm.

From this.

But I had three blanks fired at me.

But Taggart's gun wasn't used at all.

No, he didn't fire the gun.

The way I figure it, he was unconscious.
Somebody propped him up in this window.

They were behind him on a fire escape
and fired three blanks at me from behind

him and got me to return a real thing.

This fire escape connects these two
rooms.

The brunette with the dark glasses,
right? Now, look, Peggy, the police only

check the inside of the room for
fingerprints.

Call Sid Davis over at sea and I ask him
to come down here and dust this fire

escape for prints, huh?

Right.

Oh, Joe, one thing.

Taggart was dead weight, right?

I'd say roughly about 160 pounds worth.

Then how could a woman, alone, put him
into an upright position?

You must have had help.

That's a moving violation, Lieutenant.

Just saving you a trip downtown.

You ask Sid Davis and C &I to check out
some prints for you. Why?

Routine. Oh, come off it, Mannix, will
you?

Sid may be your friend, but he still
works for the department first.

Okay, so Sid told you where he dusted up
those prints? The window outside of

room 315.

I know where. I want to know how they
got there.

Look, I don't even know yet who the
prints belong to.

Harry Glidden.

G -L -I -D -D -E -N.

Name ring a bell?

Zero. Our records list him as a grifter,
a petty thief, and the one -time

partner of Dennis Taggart, the man you
shot.

Anything you want to add?

And if there is, you'll be the first to
hear from me.

I'll tell you what.

Let's make an appointment.

You'll be in my office by 2 o 'clock
this afternoon.

And Mannix, I guess there's one more
thing you ought to know about Harry

Glidden.

Our records list him as dead for just
over 10 years.

Excuse me. Yeah.

Are you Vince Allison?

Yeah, look, fella, I'm up to my ears
now. I can't take another job for at

a week. I'm sorry.

It's not about a job. It's about Harry
Glidden.

Look,

I'm clean.

I haven't touched a hot car in years.

Relax, I'm not a cop. Then beat it.

Don't look for trouble, mister.

I'm looking for information on Harry
Glidden.

What for? He's dead.

You're acting like he's back among us.

One thing the world don't need is the
second coming of Harry Glidden.

Why is that?

He'd turn in his own father if he knew
who it was.

Strictly poison.

What else?

That's all. Nothing else. I've said my
piece. Look, as far as I'm concerned,

less said about Harry Glidden, the
better.

What'd he do to you?

Left me behind the wheel of a getaway
car.

While he got away.

Then shouldn't have surprised me,
though, knowing what he was.

Just one thing about Harry Glidden did
surprise me.

What's that?

He died of natural causes.

Peggy, did you check the doctor who
signed the death certificate?

Dead, too, but not natural.

Hit -and -run victim two weeks after
Glidden was buried.

Did you dig up a picture of Glidden?
Only in word.

He was camera shy.

What's the word?

Crafty, wily, ruthless.

According to whom?

The men in his life.

What about the women?

I'm working on that.

Oh, one more thing, Joe.

Lieutenant Deegan called.

He said your time was up.

Yeah, okay.

Deegan means business.

Yeah, I know, Peggy. I'll be in touch.

What'll it be? What's she drinking?

Whiskey straight on the rocks. Two of
them.

Oh, uh, mind if I make another phone
call?

It's local, isn't it? Yeah.

Deegan.

Maddox, you're overdue.

Yeah, look, Lieutenant, I got a little
problem.

I need a little more time.

Now, I'm not playing games with you. I
give you my word. I'm giving you mine.

It's no.

I'll come in as soon as I'm finished.

You come in now or I'll go and get you.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Put out an APB on Mannix.

Spender.

Replacement. Oh, I'll drink to that.

If I don't hear it clink, I play better.

What would you like to hear?

Anything you feel like.

You've got style, you know it.

What do you want?

Talk.

Lonely?

Curious.

About Harry Midden, right?

You've been putting me on.

Who told you where to find me?

My job is asking questions. Who told you
to expect me?

Look, it's an unofficial organization.

The Hate Harry Glidden Club.

Dead ten years.

They still hate him.

And you?

I liked him.

Sue me. I liked Harry Glidden.

That surprises you, huh?

Well, he must have been different with
you.

You know, it's funny. He wasn't even
good looking.

His nose was all crooked and his ears
stuck out too far.

But there was something about him only
women knew.

He made you feel like you were something
special.

At least he made me feel that way
until...

There was one thing I didn't like about
Harry.

That. See?

All his women, that was his idea, put
his brand on them.

You know, it was years ago, but I can
still remember the night when she walked

in to the spot I was playing.

Harry looks at her and he says to me,
now there's a gal with class.

That's no peroxide blonde.

So I said to myself, goodbye, Harry.

You know what he dug about that blonde
chick the most?

She wouldn't let him put his brand on
her.

Wouldn't get tattooed for him.

So, he left me.

Still, gotta take the good with the bad,
right?

One thing I gotta admit, that blonde did
have class.

Wonder what she ever saw in Harry.

And so do I.

I didn't want to come empty -handed. The
size may be wrong, but I'm sure you

understand my intention.

If you're thinking of calling the
police, forget it. They're already

me.

And if you're thinking of setting off
the alarm to call your security guard,

can forget that, too. It's been
disconnected in here.

Now, you and I are going to have a
private talk, Mrs. Emery, before your

gets home.

Who are you? What... The next question
is obviously, what do you want, right?

Well, I'll tell you what I don't want.

I don't want to play patsy for anyone.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The brunette who was in the hotel room
next to Taggart. The brunette who cut me

off when I was tailing Taggart from the
money drop.

I'm talking about... you.

And I'm talking about one of your old
boyfriends, Harry Glidden.

who suddenly returned from the dead.

In a way, Mr. Mannix, I'm relieved that
you know.

Don't get too comfortable.

It's a pretty long trip from Harry
Glidden's old hangouts to an estate in

Hills. Or were you just slumming in
those days?

Slumming. What about Harry Glidden?

What do you think?

He is alive.

And well.

And living in Holmby Hills.

You're home early.

Oh, I was here before you.

Waiting.

You've been expecting me, Mr. Maddox.

Oh, how the little woman must have
inspired you.

From hoodlum to magnet.

I saw the makings.

The rest was easy.

Phony death.

Plastic surgery.

New name.

New life.

There's a drifter in Harry Glidden's
grave.

But we don't have to tell you that now,
do we?

Only how Taggart got on, do you?

That was a piece of bad luck.

You see, in prison, an inmate would read
just about anything.

Taggart happened to come across a rare
photo of me in an industrial

Something in the eyes, he said.
Something only he would recognize.

It was blackmail, of course, but not the
kind we discussed.

And it was you who fired those shots at
me in my office to get me involved.

No, I did.

I also made the first call for your
appointment.

A family that slays together.

Well, I'd say you two have just about
covered everything.

Yes, of course.

It was even reported to the police that
you attempted to break into my office

and that you made illegal entry here.

I knew you'd be back.

I even relaxed the guard to make it
easier for you.

But you're not getting out, Mannix, and
that gun isn't going to help you.

Why don't you have a look out the
window?

I alerted them. They're hunting for

Prowler.

How don't you think I would have taken
care of that, too?

Good thing you dropped your gun or you'd
be dead.

He's been dead ten years, Lieutenant.

You know, I still can't figure how
Deegan knew to come to Emery's place.

When I asked him, all he said was,
forget it.

So forget it.

I can't.

It's bugging me.

Well, do whatever you want. I've got
work.

Hey, hey, what work?

Just work.

Peggy.

I'm going to lunch.

It can wait. I'm hungry.

Peggy.

All right.

I called Deacon. I was worried about
you. Peggy, how many... Now, wait a

Just wait a minute.

I mean, I practically saved your life.

Yeah, I guess you did.

Well, look, why don't you take an extra
hour for lunch?

Okay.