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Don't forget Tuesday, our place.

so so

Good evening, sir. I'm Joe Maddox.

Please.

I don't believe it.

Joe Manning. How are you, Phil?

I thought it was you, but you look
great.

It sure has been a long time since.
Since we wore uniforms that didn't fit?

Tell me, Joe, does anybody remember
Heartbreak Ridge or the Iron Triangle

anymore?

Well, those two were there, I guess.

We were sure kids then, weren't we?

You know something?

You've hardly changed.

I can't say the same about myself,
though, this easy living.

I keep telling myself I've got to get to
a gym, but who's got the time?

Hey, come on, let's have a drink.

What are you doing here, anyway? Who are
you with? Oh, now, don't tell me you

don't know who you invite to your own
parties.

Not always, apparently.

Must have been Kathy's idea, and a good
one, too.

You know, I'm always telling her about
you, Joe.

It's great to see you again.

Well, what do you have? Scotch on the
rocks. Hey, make that, too.

Well?

Your success.

Looks like you've already got it.

Not quite.

I'm only a VP, but I'm up for president.

Westland National Bank. The board meets
the next day or two to decide, so hold

your breath for me.

Hi. How are you? Good to see you. Excuse
me.

Good evening.

Good evening. Glad you could make it.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.

How long have you been with... Philip,
good evening.

Sorry I'm so late, but I see you're
handling things very well without me.

May I have a drink, please?

Surely. A vodka tonic for Mrs. Graves,
please.

Well, this must be Joe Mannix.

Oh, you two have never met, have you?
Not yet.

Joe, this is my wife, Kathy.

How do you do?

Why didn't you tell me you were inviting
him, dear?

Well, I wanted to surprise you, darling.

You have no idea how much Phil's talked
about you. I'm so glad she could come.

Well, I was looking forward to it. It
almost didn't happen. She was in an

accident, and she's lucky she's alive.

I wanted her to cancel this party.

Oh, I couldn't.

You know that? It's too important to
you.

I should never have allowed her to drive
a sports car in the first place.

Women drivers.

Philip, I told you the accident wasn't
my fault. Phil, excuse me.

Charlie Steadman's all alone over there.
This might be a golden opportunity.

Yeah, thanks, Ed.

Do you mind?

Charlie's on the board and... I'm
holding my breath.

Was it just a surprise?

What?

My invitation. It did come out of the
blue, didn't it?

Just why did you invite me?

Oh, hi. How are you?

Someone's trying to kill me.

How do you know?

There was a car following me right
before the accident.

Kind of a small truck.

And what was this truck doing?

Well, nothing really.

Except that's not the first time it's
happened.

You mean being followed?

I'd be driving along, day or night, and
suddenly I'd become aware of a car

behind me.

Speeding when I speeded, turning when I
turned.

Same car?

No. When did you first notice this?

Oh, a couple of weeks ago.

Once I was almost forced off the
freeway.

The other night someone tried to run me
down.

And the accident... Well, it wasn't an
accident.

How can you be sure?

The brakes didn't hold.

Well, that's been known to happen.

But I had just had them checked.

There was no reason for them to have
failed unless they'd been tampered with.

Did you tell Phil?

Why haven't you reported it to the
police?

Because if there was an investigation
and it got in the papers, it might hurt

Phil.

He's very vulnerable. Any sensation or
scandal might result in a bad reaction

among his business associates.

Besides, I don't want to upset Phil.

He's going through a very tense and
delicate period.

His job, the bank presidency, it's very
important to him.

I'd hoped you'd help me quietly.

Without anyone else knowing?

Do you have any idea why someone might
want to hurt you? Any idea at all?

No.

Why they may want to hurt Phil through
you?

No.

This truck that was following you before
the accident, did you get a look at the

driver? No.

What kind of a truck was it?

White.

An ordinary small truck.

Pickup?

I guess so.

Did it have a name on it?

I think so.

What was it?

I don't remember.

Will you help me, Joe?

Just where is your car now?

At the garage.

London Motors.

Okay, now, the next couple of days, you
stay very close to home.

If you have any problems, give me a
call.

Thank you.

What are you two doing out here all by
yourselves?

The party's in here.

Mrs. Graves claims the brakes didn't
hold.

That's right, sir.

Sounds like a contradiction to me,
seeing that you just checked it.

Not exactly, sir.

Look at this.

Now, it could have been done with a
knife or some other sharp -pointed

instrument, causing the fluid to leak
out.

Now, I couldn't prove it because it
could also have resulted from the

which was why I didn't inform the
authorities.

Does Mr. Graves ever drive this car?

Often so. It was he who usually brought
the car in for service checks.

Who is Sylvia?

Hmm.

How are you with crossword puzzles?

Why? Give me a word starting with P -R
blank N.

How many letters?

Unknown. The rest of the word is torn
off.

This is what the locket came wrapped in.

Looks like a piece of napkin.

Could be.

What are these things doing in Kathy
Graves' car in the first place?

Maybe Sylvia's a friend of Kathy's.

Or a friend of Phil's.

Oh, Joe, she could be a friend of them
both.

Why don't you ask?

Brilliant. Only you can't.

Why not?

Kathy's not in.

How do you know?

She phoned before you got back and said
that she'd call when she returned.

I told her to stay at home.

Where'd she go?

She didn't say.

But she did leave a message.

She said she remembered the name of the
pickup truck that followed her just

before the accident.

It was an Apex truck, and that's a
service station.

Yep.

I remember.

We did get a call that morning.

Check on a sports car that wouldn't
start.

It is right here.

Owner. This is Catherine Graves. Well,
that's it. Do you know who made the

Yep.

Mr. Graves.

Mr. Graves.

You sure?

I took that call myself.

As a matter of fact, I sent a mechanic
right on out. Pat McCurdy.

But Pat nor the truck, neither one did
ever come back.

Did you notify the police?

Yes, sir.

But so far, no word.

Well, thanks.

Apex Garage.

Yep.

Yep, sure.

I'll be right there.

They found McCurdy.

He was discovered this morning in an
abandoned lot.

Truck was found near the Hollywood
interchange.

Can he talk?

Hasn't so far. Bad skull fracture.

May I, nurse?

Pat, my name is Mannix. I'm here with
your boss, Mr. Harris, and Lieutenant

Kramer from the police department.

Can you hear me?

Good.

Did you see the man who attacked you?

Do you know who he is?

Have you ever seen him before?

Where's Pat?

What did he have to say?

He said the man who attacked him wore a
patch over his eye.

Hello, Joe.

I'm sorry I've only got a minute. I
don't even have time to offer you a

Yeah, well, your secretary told me. The
board meets tomorrow morning and there

are 30 million things I've got to do
before... Well, you said it was urgent.

Phil, your wife's in danger.

Danger?

She's convinced someone is trying to
kill her. And so am I.

And Joe, you're putting me on, aren't
you?

Why would anyone want to kill Kathy?

I don't know, Phil.

But there's evidence that someone
planned the accident.

Seems her brakes have been tampered
with. Someone punctured the line.

the serviceman that was sent out from
the Apex service station to help Kathy

start the car the morning of the
accident.

Well, he was found in an empty lot with
his skull fractured.

Come on, Joe. Couldn't that brake drum
have been cracked in the accident?

Is there any proof that the serviceman's
accident had anything to do with Kathy?

Or maybe he was the victim of a hold -up
attempt or something.

Well, look... The odds are 100 to 1 that
the accident was Kathy's fault. She's

just not a good driver.

And besides, uh...

She's given to these wild fantasies.

I don't blame you for believing her. I
saw the two of you on the patio.

She can be very persuasive.

But at least her fantasies had one good
effect.

They brought us together. Phil, the
service manager at Apex says that it was

who called to check on Kathy's car the
morning of the accident.

Me?

Well, he's out of his mind, Joe.

You didn't make the call?

Oh, why would I? The car was running
great, and besides, I've never even

of the Apex Garage.

Look, anybody could have called and said
it was me.

Phil, how are you and Kathy getting
along?

Well, great. Why?

Who's Sylvia?

Sylvia.

I found this behind the ashtray in
Kathy's car.

Are you implying that I've been cheating
on my wife?

Phil, I'm not implying anything, but
maybe you can tell me how that got in

car. Well, it's Kathy's car.

You drive it, too.

I checked.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

My marriage isn't perfect. Whose is?

But I can tell you that there's no
serious problem between Kathy and me.

that can't be worked out.

Look.

Kathy's a rich girl from an old family.

She was brought up like some kind of
princess.

Protected, isolated from reality.

Now, she's beautiful, but... Well, cold.

Now, that doesn't mean that I run
around.

I couldn't scan the scandal if I were
caught.

Look, will you excuse me?

I've really got a lot of work to do.

Sure, Phil.

You're sure?

You never heard of Sylvia?

Never knew of Sylvia in my whole life.

Look, Joe.

Why don't you forget the whole thing,
huh?

The man's near death, Bill.

May I see Mrs.

Grace? She's not here.

My name is Mannix. I'm a friend of hers.
Where is she?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix. She's not here.
Of course.

Sir?

Does Mrs. Graves know you drink on the
job?

I beg your pardon, sir? That you've been
stealing from Mr. Graves' private

stock? I have never touched a drop of
his private stock. It's from his open

I... Now, where is Mrs. Graves?

I have no idea, sir. She could be
anywhere.

Shopping, playing tennis, or... She
didn't tell you?

She never tells me. She leaves the house
every afternoon and doesn't return till

dinner. I don't know where she goes,
honestly. Please, Mr. Mannix, will you

her? Tell me, does Mrs. Graves have a
friend named Sylvia?

Sylvia? Not that I'm aware.

Does Mr.

Graves?

Have you heard either one of them ever
mention the name Sylvia? No, sir.

Could I use your phone?

Please, Mr. Mannix, it's right in here.

Peggy, has Kathy Graves called?

Not yet.

Well, the minute she does, give me a
buzz on the car phone.

Right.

Princess Cave.

Oh, could you tell me how late you're
open tonight?

Good, good. Oh, one more thing.

Exactly where are you located?

Hollywood Boulevard. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I
know exactly where it is. Thanks.

Thank you.

Just what are you doing following me?

After all, as one private cop to
another, you should have professional

Who's paying you?

Nobody.

Ah, you like your job so much you do it
for nothing, huh?

Who's paying you to tail me?

If I tell you, you keep your trap shut,
right?

Talk.

Okay, Graves.

Phil Graves? Look, it's just a job. He
pays a good bucket. It's nothing

personal. What does he want to know?

You know what you do, where you go, who
you see.

Why? I don't know.

I swear, Mannix.

Okay, Brent.

But from now on, you can stop tailing
me.

I helped you.

Scotch on the rocks.

Hi.

Now, what did you have in that glass
before you emptied it?

I've forgotten.

Fill her up.

You know something?

It's nice to meet a real gentleman.

Don't be deceived by the looks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I don't think I've ever seen you here
before.

Bad lights.

You, uh, looking for someone in
particular?

Sylvia.

What do you want her for?

Oh, you know her.

I'm sure I've never seen you here
before.

I'd like to talk to Sylvia.

Where is she?

Nothing special about her.

Why not stay put?

Thanks.

Sylvia.

Sylvia. Kathy, let's go.

Kathy? Look, mister, I just bought the
lady a drink.

And that's where it ends.

Be reasonable.

I didn't come here looking for trouble.

Get lost and you won't find any.

Let's go, Kathy.

What's going on?

17 Paseo Verde. Fast.

Peggy, this is Kathy Gray.

Hi. Lock the door. We're closed for the
day.

Done.

Are you going to tell Phil about me?

Why should I?

You're his friend.

His war buddy. He would... Look, my job
is to find out who's trying to kill you

and why. Nothing more.

Now, if I'm to do that, I've got to
understand.

What? Why you do the things you're
doing.

You want to tell me about it, Kathy?

That's really why you called me in the
first place, isn't it?

You couldn't live with your secret
anymore. You left obvious clues.

You wanted to be found out.

I go to Prince's cave practically every
afternoon.

Why?

I don't know.

You find it exciting?

One thing I can tell you.

My life at home is anything but
exciting.

It's so blindingly empty, dull, boring.

Maybe if I had a child.

Oh, I'd like that.

I think I'd be a good mother.

You're not able to?

The doctor says not to give up hope.

I have no real interests.

Nothing to look forward to.

What about Phil?

His whole world revolves around that
bank.

Our relationship, we go through the
motions like mechanical toys.

How long has this been going on?

For me?

Mm -hmm.

Ever since I was a child.

I was an only child.

Always alone.

Big house.

With no friends.

No one to talk to.

Except servants.

I used to see the other children passing
by on the street.

Or playing games.

I used to pray to be one of them.

Any one of them.

Anybody but myself.

I made Sylvia up. She was free to go
anywhere, do anything.

Be herself.

And you finally became that imaginary
girl.

Oh, every afternoon.

Who is Sylvia?

A young girl in an old song.

Who is Sylvia? What is she?

That all the Swains commend her.

Maybe I wanted to have all the boys
admire me.

You know, the whole thing happened by
accident.

Really.

I don't doubt you.

I, um... I was out shopping one day,
alone, and I stopped in Princess Cave

cocktail before going home, not
realizing what kind of place it was.

When was that?

Three, four months ago, I guess.

Anyway, a man approached me.

And then another.

I became quite upset and left. I mean,
I'd never been in a place like that

before.

But the idea of it haunted me.

I kept thinking about it.

I found myself returning almost
automatically.

I couldn't help myself.

How did you get along with the people
you met there?

Jed's been very nice to me.

That's Jed Kyer, the owner.

If Phil knew, though, it would be awful.

I mean, he wouldn't even try to
understand. He'd just...

Walk out.

Or worse.

Or not because of jealousy or any
feelings he might have for me, but

the effect the scandal would have on his
career.

Not that I want to hurt him, but maybe
if his career were destroyed, he'd have

time for me.

Or something.

Tell me.

Do you hate Phil?

I really do.

Even though I think he's the one who...
The one who what?

Who tried to kill me.

I want you to stay with Kathy until I
get back.

Don't leave here and don't let anyone
in.

No one.

Okay.

So where will you be?

With her husband.

Cheers.

What do you want, Joe?

to break in here like this just to do
that.

I didn't break in here. Your butler let
me in.

Do you always come home from the bank at
night and guzzle down the drinks like

that, Phil?

It's none of your business what I do,
Joe. You want to talk, talk.

Alone.

We are alone.

What about the guy you put on my tail?

What do you mean?

Dick Brandt, private investigator.

What's the matter, Phil? Don't you trust
me?

No.

you the truth.

I don't trust anybody anymore.

I've been going through a rough time.

The bank?

Not only the bank.

Kathy.

What about Kathy?

Well, I guess I've finally come around
to accepting the idea that someone

may be trying to kill her.

Let me tell you, I'm convinced someone
is trying to kill her.

Who?

Do you suspect anyone?

Well, now, husbands and wives have been
known to harbor strong feelings against

each other.

What are you trying to say?

In your case, Phil.

There'd be plenty of motivation.

You're cut and pick in mind.

You must know where Kathy goes every
afternoon.

No. You must have suspected something
for some time.

What are you talking about?

That's why you hired a private
detective.

To check on her, to follow her.

That's not true.

When I showed up on the scene and got
involved, you had him check on me, too.

Joe, what you said is true.

Well, I'm here to listen, Phil.

I know about Kathy.

When I found out, I almost went out of
my mind.

All I could think about was how to cut
her out of my life.

Yes, I considered murder. I considered
it seriously.

Do you take your old buddy for a killer?

No, Phil.

I love Kathy.

I love her very much in spite of
everything.

And you must realize that you helped
drive her to do what she did in the

place.

Yes, he is.

It's your secretary.

Peggy?

What's wrong?

We're at my place.

What happened? What are you doing there?

Well, we thought someone outside of the
office, and he looked as though he was

trying to get in, so we sneaked out the
back way, and here we are.

Did he see you leave? Did he follow you?

I'm not positive.

I mean, I'm not... How's Kathy?

Shook up, but fine.

All right, bolt the door and stay put.
I'm on my way.

Joe, what... Relax, Phil.

Kathy's all right, and I'll see that she
stays that way. Get somebody to look at

that hand.

You all right?

Peggy's been watching over me like a
mother hen.

Have you seen anything or heard
anything?

Nothing so far.

This guy you saw outside the office,
what'd he look like?

It's too dark to tell, Joe.

Well, if he's followed you, he's
probably casing the place before making

move.

Where's Toby?

Downstairs with Mrs. Kingsley.

What are you going to do?

I want the guy that's following Kathy to
think I've left you two alone so he'll

make his move.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go out front and make a
show of leaving. Then I'll park in the

and come up the back way. Bolt this door
behind me and don't open it until you

hear my voice.

Right.

It's me.

I'll put on some coffee, just in case we
have company.

What's wrong?

I'm trying to figure out why somebody
wants you dead.

Kathy, I found this in your car.

The name Sylvia's engraved on it.

Oh, yes. I'd forgotten all about it.

Who gave it to you?

Jed. Owner of the Prince's Cave?

Yes.

He used to play pro football, didn't he?

Several years ago.

He's known as somewhat of a playboy,
supposedly very rich.

You must have known him pretty well.

I mean, not even a playboy gives out an
expensive locket like that to just

anyone.

Yes, I knew him.

Tell me about him.

Did he come to the cave very often?

All the time.

He has an office in the rear.

Were you ever in that office?

No.

I mean, I wasn't invited, but I walked
in several times unannounced.

You know something funny?

Each time that happened, I noticed the
conversation would stop and shift to

other things, as if I'd broken in on
something.

You must have met a lot of his friends.
Can you recall any of their names?

Jay Germani.

Ed Key.

Paul, too. He's the bartender.

Ed Key.

Was he there very often?

Yes, he seems to be a good friend of
Jet's.

Why?

He's also a very important figure in the
West Coast operation of the Cosa

Nostra. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Why would Jet Collier want to have you
killed?

Jet?

It's got to be him.

Kathy, you're going to have to help
yourself.

How?

Well, you must have learned something at
the Prince's Cave.

You've seen something or heard something
when you were making one of your trips

to the office.

Something that Ed Key or Collier wanted
to keep quiet.

But what?

It's maybe something that's happened or
something that's going to happen.

But it's something they wouldn't want
you to know or anyone else to know.

But I know it?

Well, they think you know it.

Well, I don't know what it could be.

It must have involved a great deal for
them to want to kill you.

Anyway, whatever it was must have
happened within the past two weeks.

That's when the attempts on your life
started.

I can't think of anything.

Saturday. Yeah, this is Saturday. What
about it?

I just remembered that Jed had mentioned
his boat was coming in Saturday.

It's a yacht, actually.

What made you think of that all of a
sudden?

I don't know.

Wait.

When I heard the boat mentioned,
something was said about bringing back

Horses? Yes.

The boat had gone on a special trip to
get horses.

Isn't that strange?

Kathy, do you know when that boat's
coming in with Doc?

Do you know what time?

I don't know.

It's coming from Mexico, though.

Quick, both at the end of the bedroom.
Let's go.

Lock the door.

Dr. Garfield, I'm very jumpy.

Jed Collier sent you over here to kill
Kathy Graves, didn't he?

What about that shipment of H?

H? Yeah. Horse. Heroin.

You're crazy.

Collier's boat is due in here tonight
from Mexico. I want to know where and

time.

Now, look.

You're in this up to your neck.

Attempted murder.

Cooperate and I'll put in a word for you
to the police.

Otherwise, I got a feeling you're going
up for good.

It's your neck.

Okay. The marina. Nine o 'clock.

Nine o 'clock.

Looks like Peggy called just in time.

Of course, you never would have thought
of it.

My new chair!

Saturday night, federal agents
confiscated approximately 50 kilos of

from a pleasure boat allegedly
registered to Jed Collier, the former

star.

The heroin is said to have a market
value of over $3 million.

Now, Collier was arrested along with the
Confederate Ed Key, and bond in each

case was set at $100 ,000.

In Washington today, the Senate voted 63
to 17 to prohibit the passage of any

bill that would allow... Let's stop.

Phil Graves is here.

I'll show him in.

I asked him to come, Kathy.

Hello, Bill.

I couldn't come home, Phil.

I didn't know what to say.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I guess it was my fault as much as it
was yours.

I would like to try.

I really would like to try.

Do you think it could ever work again
for us, Phil?

Come home, Kathy.