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Anybody here from Harlequin?

You here again.

Shove off, Admiral.

There's got to be somebody left.

Besides me.

Give me a shot of bourbon on me. Can you
pay for it?

Oh, I can pay for it.

That's a lot of bread, Admiral. Where'd
you steal it?

Hey, mate, I earned that money.

I earned the juice in the engines on the
old Harley Quinn.

Now she's gone. Here we go again.

She went down about four months ago off
New Zealand. Yeah, I know, I know.

As you know.

You've been in here yakking about it all
week, and we're tired of hearing it.

Clam up or get out.

Listen, I got 200 bucks.

Give it to anyone who can find me one of
my shipmates.

Alive. I don't care who.

Danny McGraw, Paul Gentry, good old
Ernie Wells, Atkins, but I don't care.

They're a great bunch of guys.

Can't be dead.

Well, you should tell him I got 200
bucks for him. Just spread the word

Okay, mate?

Yeah, sure, Admiral.

Why, no trouble, mate.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

If you must play trick -or -treat, why
pick this neighborhood?

Self -discipline. What time is it?

1 .45.

Good. The bank will still be open.

Let's go.

I help you?

My name is Mannix. I'd like to see Mr.
Stewart.

Is he expecting you?

No, but I think he'll see me.

May I ask what you want to see him
about?

A million dollars.

Mr. Mannix, I've been waiting to hear
from you. Come in, come in.

Any luck?

Not yet.

I can't understand it. A million dollars
and we can't even give it away.

Do you think you're ever going to find
him, Mr. Mannix? Oh, I'm beginning to

think that maybe he went down with a
harlequin.

Well, in that case, we'll need proof of
his death.

His uncle's will names him as sole
beneficiary. Now look, Mr. Stewart, I

the union halls.

Rosters on every freighter in the
harbor.

Checked every flop house and gin mill
underwater for nobody ever heard of Paul

Gantry.

Well, I can only repeat what I've been
told, Mr. Mannix.

According to the bank in Australia,
Gantry was seen wandering around

last month.

He purchased an airline ticket to Los
Angeles by way of Fiji and Honolulu.

Yeah, I know.

Why is he hiding?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

Does he have a criminal record?

No, I don't think so.

Remember, we're operating merely as the
instrument of the bank in Australia.

They have the money waiting.

Is anybody else looking for him?

No. Not that I know of.

Then why am I being followed?

Followed? Yeah. Some clown has been on
my tail for the past three days.

That is strange.

Gantry, perhaps?

No.

No, the description doesn't fit gantry.

Look, Mr. Stewart, I'm going to have to
have more information about him. His

enemies, friends, personal life.

Well, perhaps Mr. Clegg can help you.

Who? Garrett Clegg.

He handles the Gantry family's business
affairs.

Where can I find him?

Mr. Clegg aboard.

My name is Mannix.

You're right on time, love.

He's expecting you.

He's in the main cabin.

Mind the varnish, mate.

Sure.

Mr. Clegg?

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Would you care for a drink?

No, thanks. A little early.

Mr. Stewart tells me you're being
followed.

Have you any idea who it is?

No, but that may be the reason Ganford's
playing hard to get.

Tell me, has he been in any kind of
trouble?

I never met the lad.

My only interest in this is to settle
his uncle's estate. And frankly, the

sooner the better.

I've got other clients who need my
attention.

I understand that he was seen in
Melbourne last month.

You know anything about that?

Oh, yes. Apparently one of the local
banks did some investigating.

They learned he'd visited his girlfriend
in Melbourne.

Is she still there?

As far as I know.

Something sinful about an empty glass,
Angel?

His girlfriend may be the bait we need.

Can you tell me anything about her?

My, uh, secretary handled all that
correspondence.

Angel?

Well, um, her name is Sheila Sprague.
Lives and works in Melbourne.

Gantry was quite smitten with her, I
understand, before he disappeared.

And that's about all.

That's not much.

But then it might help.

Well, I hope so. I hate to think of a
million dollars just sitting there

gathering dust.

Heavens. That is a melancholy thought.

Tom.

Oh, well.

Anything else we can do for you, just
let us know.

Thanks.

He doesn't often know his chest, does
he?

Sykes!

You know, love, I believe Mannix will
find her, Mr. Gantry.

He knows you've been on his tail.

I'm sorry, Skipper. No problem, lad.

Just shows our Mannix knows what he's
about.

Wagner, step in here a minute.

I've got a job for you.

Mr. Maddox's office.

Oh, yes, just one moment, please.

Overseas operator from Melbourne about
your call to Sheila Sprague.

Hello?

Yes, I called about Miss Sprague.

Well, is there a referral number?

No, no, never mind. Thank you, operator.

Well, her phone's been disconnected and
they can't locate her anywhere in

Melbourne.

Maybe she's with Paul Gantry.

If he exists at all.

Who do we know in Melbourne?

Not a soul.

You should like to know more about that
girl.

Who she is, what she's like.

Gloria!

Gloria?

Oberhansley. She works at R &I down at
police headquarters.

Is she Australian?

No, but she could cable the Melbourne
police and make it seem all very, very

official. Oh, sure.

Lieutenant Tobias would love us for
that.

Well, he wouldn't have to know.

I mean, why shouldn't he help us?

After all, he's a public servant.

True.

Okay, look, you get Gloria started on
that, and I'll drop Sheila's name down

around the waterfront.

If Gantry's there, that ought to bring
him out of hiding.

What about your other calls?

What? Harry Agar called three times
today.

Who's Agar?

He's your insurance company.

Oh, yeah. Well, tell him to forget it,
huh?

Tell him I've become a very bad risk.

Look into a girl named Sheila Sprague.

So if you know anybody that knows where
she is, have them call that number, huh?

What time you showed up?

Yeah, why?

Are you still paying that 200?

You know something?

Well, there's a guy. He's been asking
for you.

Who is he?

Two bills, remember?

Yeah.

Okay.

Half now, half when I see the man.

Well, his name's Agar. Harry Agar.

Agar. Yeah, he said you'd know where to
find him.

Operator, I'd like the phone number of
the Bayshore Insurance Company.

I'm sorry, operator. I didn't get that
number. I didn't hear you.

Thanks.

What happened?

Did you see who did it?

Take it easy.

I'll send for an ambulance.

You swing a mean cane, Gantry.

The name is Gray.

Patrick Gray.

Yeah.

And I'm Mother Goose. Spelled M -A -N -N
-I -X.

Mannix. Private investigator.

The other bloke, the one in the alley,
he was hired by Garrett Clegg.

Who's your benefactor?

Well, now, if your name was Paul Gantry,
I might tell you.

Gantry, is it?

Well, now, I might just be able to find
him for you.

Well, if you do, call me.

Get off it, Mannix!

You've been up and down this waterfront
talking up a storm about Sheila Sprague.

What's your business with Sheila?

Ask Andrea.

I'm asking you.

Is she all right?

Has anything happened to Sheila?

You'd better talk, Mannix, because if
anything's happened to Sheila, so help

I'm going to... I don't know what's
bugging you,

but you'd better decide who your friends
are, and when you do, you know where to

find me.

Are you sure you haven't seen him? It's
very important.

All right, thank you.

I've been calling all over town for you.
Yeah, why?

Well, Toby's got this Cub Scout meeting,
and I promised him that I would...

Well, what are you waiting for?

Oh, and Harry Agar called again.

He said you and he are looking for the
same man.

Paul Gantry?

Said he's on his way over here. He wants
to discuss it with you. When?

Right away, this evening.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah.

Get to that Cub Scout meeting on time.

Good night, Chuck.

Memo to Mr.

H .T. Stewart, Westland National Bank.

I believe I have found Paul Gantry. He's
living at a waterfront flop house

called the Harbor Manor under the name
of Patrick Gray.

The man in question fits the description
of Mr. Gantry.

However, he has limited use of his left
leg and his left arm is amputated above

the elbow.

His awkward movements lead me to believe
that his handicaps are of recent

origin.

There are a number of possibilities to
consider. Consider sharks, Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

Come in, Mr. Gantry.

Or is it still Patrick Gray?

Paul Gantry.

First mate aboard the late lamented
Harlequin.

And a sole survivor.

Now, what's all this about Sheila?

I was just using her as bait to lure you
out of the woodwork.

You've inherited one million Australian
dollars.

You sure she's all right?

As far as I know.

You're being pretty casual, aren't you,
about your inheritance?

After all, that's one million dollars.

Oh, stoic, Mannix.

It's a poor joke.

Happens to be true.

Your uncle Ambrose Gantry left it to
you. The money's in a bank in Australia.

I never had an Uncle Ambrose or any
other uncle, for that matter.

Well, anyway, the money's there in your
name. I've seen the letter.

You can fight it out with the bank
tomorrow.

I'll fight it out with the bank if I'm
still alive.

Don't you see, Mannix? It's a trap.
There's no inheritance.

They're using you to find me.

They? Who are they?

If I say any more, your neck will be on
the block next to mine.

Gantry.

Maybe I can save both our necks.

Blimey.

Now, tell me about the Harlequin.

Australian freighter sailing under
Panamanian registry.

She was sunk and her entire crew was
lost, except for you.

Now somebody wants to kill you.

Something must have happened aboard the
Harlequin.

What was it?

First night out, the whole crew was
struck with food poisoning.

Every one of us, sick, dead or dying.

Then the goon squad came out of nowhere
and took over.

You mean piracy?

I mean mass murder, Mr Mannix.

They pitched us all overboard to the
sharks, all of us, 17 men.

It's a sight I'll carry to my grave.

Somehow I got washed ashore not far from
a village near Auckland.

My left arm was gone.

I was out of my mind for weeks.

When I came to, I heard that the
Harlequin had sunk.

What was her cargo?

A few million dollars worth of gold
bullion.

They scuttled the Harlequin.

That's why the sharks are still after
me.

To get rid of the last witness.

How did you find out they were after
you?

Last month I was able to go home to
Melbourne.

On my way to see Sheila, I got shot at.

Taxi was wrecked.

I managed to escape.

Here I am.

Why haven't you reported this?

Because the sharks have made Sheila
their target. I know them.

They'd do to her what they couldn't do
to me.

So now you know, Mannix.

And now you're part of it.

Anybody see what happened?

I did. He was crossing the street and
this black car came right around the

corner and hit him.

Is he dead?

Yeah. Who was he?

Harry Agar.

He was on his way to see me.

Oh, operator, get me the police
department.

Lieutenant Tobias in homicide.

I've got some business for you. A man
was killed outside my building.

Hit and run.

No, it wasn't an accident.

I know because my tape recorder's
missing, too.

All right, Charlie, see if you can find
any witnesses.

Mac, keep these people clear for the
answer.

Adam?

What happened, Joe?

Well, I'm not sure. I heard the screech
of the brakes. I ran out to see what was

going on. I came back and my tape
recorder was gone.

Did you see the car?

Well, I caught a glimpse of it through
the window.

Dark Sudan, that's about all I can tell
you. What was on the tape recorder?

Case I'm working on.

You think it had anything to do with
Harry Agar's death?

Yeah.

Maybe we better talk some more, Joe.

How well did you know Harry Agar?

Just that he was an insurance man.

Never met him.

We knew him.

He was an insurance investigator.

And a good one.

He worked for one of those marine
insurance firms.

Marine?

Yeah. You know.

Boats, yachts, freighters?

Probably.

What do you know about this, Joe?

Hagar was coming to see me. He had some
information.

Apparently he had too much.

What's the case?

Sorry, Adam.

Look, Harry Hagar was killed coming to
see you. You claim it was no accident.

Your tape recorder's stolen. Now you're
withholding information. I don't want to

be the cause of any more killings.

Look, there's a nice guy dead out there.

Oh, come on, Adam. Don't lean on me. As
soon as I can, I'll tell you the whole

story. You have any idea who you're
looking for?

Yeah.

The guy that stole my tape recorder.

Memo to Mr.

H .T. Stewart, Westland National Bank.

I believe I have found Paul Gantry. He's
living in a waterfront flophouse called

the Harbor Manor under the name of
Patrick Gray.

The man in question fits Gantry's
description.

However, he has limited use of his left
leg and his left arm is amputated above

the elbow.

His awkward movements...

Lead me to believe that his handicaps
are of recent origin.

There are a number of possibilities to
consider.

Consider sharks, Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

Sound like Gancher's voice.

It did indeed.

There are a number of possibilities to
consider.

Consider sharks, Mr. Mannix.

Hungry sharks.

It's Gantry, all right.

He's in there with Mannix, and you waste
your time on Agar.

Skipper, we had to.

Agar saw me in the car outside the
building.

Anyway, it was an accident.

He's been investigating the Harlequin.

If he and Mannix ever got to comparing
notes, that would have been sticky.

Well, he's a good man, that Mannix.

Served us quite well.

Seems a shame, doesn't it?

A shame?

To end such an illustrious career.

Oh, Garrett, I do wish you wouldn't talk
like that.

Nobody lives forever, Angel.

You'll see that Mannix and Gantry are no
exceptions, won't you, lads?

Take care of Gantry first.

Got to get you out of here. Somebody
stole my tape recorder and they'll tell

exactly where to find you.

The sharks again.

When they smell blood, there's no
stopping them.

I'm running out of places to hide,
Mannix. Where can I go from here? To the

police. You're out of your ruddy skull.

At least they can protect you. No.

If I told the police anything, I'd be
signing Sheila's death warrant.

My silence is the only thing that's
keeping her alive.

Now, look, Plague killed your ship,
Major. Can't let him get away with it.

we can go to the police and let them
start an investigation.

Didn't you hear me?

Sheila would be murdered, too.

Gadry, you can't keep running forever,
and she can't keep hiding forever.

It's all my fault.

Your life's in jeopardy. Sheila's under
constant threat, all because of me.

No one has a right to cause such human
misery, Mannix.

What do you want to do, sit here and
wait for Clegg's men to find you?

You'll wind up dead.

Small loss, all things considered.

Sheila can do far better than me.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Let's get out of here.

A girl like that deserves more than a
waterlogged, broken -down mariner.

Best I could offer her would be a sheep
station in the outback.

Not much of a life for a girl like that
now, is it?

put down roots.

Raise a family, maybe.

Lord knows I'd be good to that girl.

She'd know she was love manic. She'd...

All

right. All right.

Let's go.

Maybe the police can keep the sharks
away.

But one thing.

I don't say a word about the Harlequin.

All right.

Here we are.

It's two o 'clock in the morning.
Everybody's tired and sleepy. What's so

important, Joe?

Well, uh... Mr. Gantry has some
interesting information.

It might lead to Harry Agar's murderer.

That true, Gantry?

There's one problem, Adam.

Mr. Gantry has absolutely no desire to
cooperate with the police.

Oh, come on, Joe. It's late. If you want
to play games, how about tomorrow? Wait

a minute. Look, look. I got him here and
it wasn't easy.

Well, the rest is up to you.

It's your legal right to remain silent,
Gantry.

You needn't answer any questions without
advice of an attorney.

Don't bother about lawyers.

I told Mannix I'm talking to no one.

Afraid you'll be implicated?

It isn't that.

Well, what is it then?

You're protecting something, huh?

You know who it is, Joe?

Yeah.

But I can't tell you.

I told him I thought he was foolish,
but, well, that's up to him.

Then what are we all doing here?

Well, he's in danger. I want to protect
it.

How long can you hold him for
questioning?

24 hours, and that's all, Joe.

Beautiful. It's all I need.

For what?

Research.

Just to manage the profit.

I'm at the Panamanian Council checking
out freighters. I'll be about a half an

hour. Anything new?

No, no, nothing.

You sure?

Peggy, you still there?

I'm here, Joe.

Well, look, uh, Clegg's muscle men may
be around looking for me.

I'll check with you later, huh?

Plenty of time.

I'll take care of him.

And I'll take care of the little lady.

Mr. Clegg wants to see you, Mannix.

Morning, love.

Want some company?

Ah, Mannix. Welcome aboard, lad.
Welcome.

Too bad Mr. Gantry couldn't be here.
We're planning to put to sea.

Oh, you're not going anywhere, Clegg.

You'd have to get rid of both of us.

Both Gantry and I know what happened to
Boy the Holoquin.

Oh, a terrible thing, that.

But how does it affect me?

Harlequin.

Owned by an Australian corporation,
principal stockholder, Garrett Clegg.

Now, why in the blue -eyed blazes would
I want to sink me own ship?

For the cargo.

Fortune in gold, which you already have,
plus all of the insurance money you

hope to collect.

That's a nice nest egg.

Enough for you to put up a million
dollars in a phony world to get to

Why don't you bring Mr. Gantry here?

We could sit down, discuss it like
gentlemen.

Sorry. You're really in no position to
refuse, you know. If anything happens to

me, Clegg, Gantry will tell the whole
story to the police.

Oh, I don't think he'd do that. Cares
too much for that girl of his in

Melbourne. Can't say that I blame him.
She's a charmer. As a matter of fact,

Gantry is with the police right now.

You know, Mannix, I'm almost inclined to
believe you.

Still, I think I can persuade you to
bring Mr. Gantry here.

No chance.

You see, Clegg, you don't have a Sheila
Sprague to hang over my head.

Oh, that's true.

In a way.

Come along, Maddox.

Take it off.

This might do the trick.

As a child at home, I understand.

Relax, Mannix.

She's asleep, just a mild sedative.

No unpleasant after effects, I assure
you.

Unless... Well, put it this way. I want
Gantry here within 12 hours.

You will cooperate, won't you, lad?

Adam, you told me you were going to hold
Gantry for 24 hours downstairs. They

tell me he's gone. Please come in, Joe.

Where is he?

He refused to talk. He refused an
attorney. He just sat there like a

And you released him? Yes, about ten
minutes ago.

All I could do. Joe, I had no charges.

He said he was tired. Tired of hiding.

Jumping at shadows. Tired of causing
misery to everyone around him.

Well, Adam, he's on his way to getting
himself killed.

All right, Joe. Maybe you'll tell us
about this case now, huh?

Well, he witnessed a mass murder at sea.
He's been hiding for weeks. He didn't

want to tell anybody because he's
protecting somebody in Melbourne.

Sheila Sprague?

How did you know that?

We got a picture.

Courtesy of the Melbourne Police
Department.

You know, they found that thing in a
display case in a penny arcade.

That take -your -own -picture kind of
place.

You sure this is Sheila Sprague?

Well, that's what Melbourne told us.

And next time, I'll thank Peggy not to
use this department as a clearinghouse.

You know what he's doing, Adam? He's
gonna give himself up. He's gonna get

himself murdered to protect this... Two
-faced little... Joe?

Stay out of it, Adam. You'll get Peggy
killed.

Peggy?

Joe Mannix just left. Hail him. We'll be
in a car right behind you. You keep in

touch with me.

Where's Clegg?

He'll be right with you, chum. Never
fear.

You gave us quite a run for it.

How nice of you to stop by.

Still the happy talk, Clegg.

Let's get on with it.

And this time the sharks can finish the
job, right?

Ah?

It all sounds a bit too easy.

You and Mannix haven't cooked up some
mischievous little charade now, have

Mannix is your problem, and I'm here,
aren't I?

So you are.

So you are.

Tell me one thing, Clegg.

Sheila all right?

Of course she is, lad. No reason why she
shouldn't be.

You won't harm her?

Harm her?

Good heavens, that's the last thing in
the world I'd want to do.

I wish I could believe you, Clegg.

You have my word.

You're a courageous man, Gentry.

You must love that girl very much.

Such loyalty should not go unrewarded.

When you're decent, Angel, step in,
would you?

Joe. You alright?

Just kind of sleepy.

I want you to get ashore.

What about you?

Come on.

Hello, Paul.

Sheila!

What's she doing here? I thought you
said that she... She's here of her own

accord, Gantry.

You're a liar.

Ask her.

Please don't look so tragic, Paul.

Garrett and I met in Melbourne when he
came round looking for you.

You and Craig?

Simply a matter of options, Paul.

Did I want to spend my life on a grimy
sheep ranch or this?

Don't be angry with me, love.

I'm allergic to wool anyway.

And mink is much nicer. Don't talk like
that. It's not you.

But it is, Paul.

You know what it's like when you've been
at sea too long and you see a fish and

you think it's a mermaid?

You, you see a woman, you think she's
Juliet.

Do you know why Garrett calls me Angel?

Tell him, darling.

Because she's anything but.

That's it, Paul.

He sees me as I am.

Not as something carved out of starlight
and poetry.

To think I've been in hiding all these
weeks to keep you alive.

To stop you from getting hurt.

You... Hold on.

Get free! Listen to me.

Get free!

Get free!

All right, come on, Sheila.

You're a part of all of this.

Mannix!

Let go of her.

She's not responsible for any of this. I
know she isn't.

She was about to let them kill you.

No. No, she wouldn't. I know she
wouldn't.

Tell him, Sheila.

Tell him.

Poor, poor Sailor Boy.

It's Clegg's fault.

He changed her.

You're not the Sheila I knew.

Face it, Paul.

She's one of the sharks.