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♪ ♪

Hey, anybody here from the Harlequin?

You here again?

Shove off, Admiral.

There's gotta be somebody left...

besides me.

Eh, give me a shot of bourbon, uh, neat.

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.

Earned it juicing the engines on the old Harlequin.

Now she's gone.

Here we go again.

She went down about four months ago off New Zealand.

Yeah, I know, I know.

How'd you know?

You been in here yakking about it all week.

And we're tired of hearing it.

Well... Now, clam up or get out.

Now, 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 Gantry,

good old Ernie Wells, Atkins,

Bycek. I don't care, they're a great bunch of guys.

They can't all be dead.

Just can't be dead.

Well, you just tell them I got 200 bucks for them.

Just spread the word around, okay, mate?

Yeah, sure, Admiral.

♪ ♪

How about that bankroll, mate?

I, uh, want no trouble, mate.

Hurry up, hurry up!

If you must play trick or treat,

why pick this neighborhood?

Self-discipline.

Now, what time is it?

1:45. Oh, good.

The bank will still be open.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

May 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, um, 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 the Harlequin.

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

His uncle's will names him as sole beneficiary.

Well, look, Mr. Stewart, I've checked the union halls,

the rosters on every freighter in the harbor,

checked every flophouse and gin mill on the waterfront.

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 Melbourne 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. Klegg can help you.

Who?

Garrett Klegg.

He handles the Gantry family's business affairs.

Where can I find him?

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Hello.

Mr. Klegg 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. Klegg?

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Would you care for a drink?

No, thanks, it's 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 Gantry's playing hard to get.

Tell me, uh, 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 that need my attention.

Uh, I understand that he was seen in Melbourne last month.

Do you know anything about that?

Ah, yes, apparently

one of the local banks did some investigating.

They learned he visited his girlfriend in Melbourne.

Is she still there?

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, um, disappeared.

And, um, that's about all.

Well, it'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.

Ta.

Oh, well, anything else

we can do for you, just let us know.

Thanks.

He doesn't half know his chess, does he?

Sykes!

You know, love, I believe Mannix

will find our Mr. Gantry.

He knows you've been on his tail.

I'm sorry, Skipper, I...

Oh, no problem, lad.

It just shows our Mannix knows what he's about.

Hmm...

Wagner, step in here a minute!

I've got a job for you.

Mr. Mannix'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.

I'd sure like to know more about that girl.

Who she is, what she's like...

Gloria!

Gloria?

Oberhansly.

She works at R & I down at Police Headquarters.

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?

Bay-Shore Insurance Company.

Oh, yeah, well, uh... tell him to forget it, huh?

Tell him I've become a very bad risk.

Lookin' for a girl named Sheila Sprague.

Any of you know anybody that knows where she is,

have them call that number, huh?

Okay.

It's about time you showed up.

Yeah, why?

Well, you still paying that 200?

You know something?

Well, there's a guy.

He's been asking for you.

Who is he?

Ah, two bills, remember?

Yeah.

Okay, half now. Half when I see the man.

Well, his name is Agar.

Harry Agar.

Agar.

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

Yeah.

Oh, Operator, I'd like the phone number

of the Bay-Shore Insurance Company.

I'm sorry, Operator, I didn't get that number.

I didn't hear you.

Thanks.

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What happened?

Did you see who did it?

Take it easy. I'll send for an ambulance.

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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, uh, the other bloke, the one in the alley,

he was hired by Garrett Klegg.

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 been up and down this waterfront

talking up a storm about Sheila Sprague.

What's your business with Sheila?

Ask Gantry.

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 me, 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?

He 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, Joe.

Memo to Mr. H.T. Stewart, Westland National Bank...

I believe I've found Paul Gantry.

He's living at a waterfront flophouse

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 her 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're sure she's all right?

Hmm. As far as I know.

You're being pretty casual, aren't you,

about your inheritance?

After all, that's one million dollars.

Oh, stow it, Mannix.

It's a poor joke.

It 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.

Try me.

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 were gone.

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.

The taxi was wrecked.

I managed to escape. Here I am.

Hmm.

Why haven't you reported this?

Because the sharks would make Sheila their target.

I know 'em.

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

So, now you know, Mannix.

And now you're part of it.

Did 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.

Hello, Operator, get me the police department.

Lieutenant Tobias in Homicide.

Adam?

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 ambulance.

Well, sir, I believe this lady can help you here.

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.

A dark sedan. That's about all I could tell you.

What was on the tape recorder?

A case I'm working on.

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

Yeah.

Maybe we'd 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?

Agar was coming to see me.

He had some information.

Apparently, he had too much.

What's the case?

Sorry, Adam.

Look, Harry Agar was killed coming to see you.

You claim it was no accident.

Your tape recorder's stolen,

and 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.

Do 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.

Sounds like Gantry'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.

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.

Who is it?

It's Mannix. Open up.

Got to get you out of here.

Somebody stole my tape recorder, and it'll tell them

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 tell the police anything,

I'd be signing Sheila's death warrant!

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

Now look, Klegg killed your shipmates!

You can't let him get away with it!

Now we can go to the police

and let them start an investigation.

Didn't you hear me?!

Sheila would be murdered, too!

Gantry, 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 the right to cause such human misery, Mannix.

What do you want to do, sit here

and wait for Klegg's men to find you?!

You'll wind up dead!

Small loss, all things considered.

Sheila can do far better than me.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Now 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?

But we could put down roots, raise a family, maybe.

Lord knows I'd be good to that girl.

She'd know she was loved, Mannix. 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 2:00 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.

Now, uh, 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 someone, huh?

You know who it is, Joe?

Yeah, but I can't tell you.

I told him I thought he was foolish, but...

well, it's up to him.

Then what are we all doing here?

Well, he's in danger. I want him protected.

How long can you hold him for questioning?

24 hours, and that's all, Joe.

Beautiful, That's all I need.

For what?

Research.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Morning, Peggy.

Hi.

I'm at the Panamanian Consulate checking out freighters.

I'll be about a half an hour.

Anything new?

No, no, nothing.

You're sure?

Peggy, you still there?

I'm here, Joe.

Well, look, uh,

Klegg's musclemen may be around looking for me.

I'll check with you later, huh?

Half an hour. Plenty of time.

I'll take care of him.

And I'll take care of the little lady.

Mr. Klegg wants to see you, Mannix.

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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, Klegg.

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

Both Gantry and I know what happened aboard the Harlequin.

Oh, a terrible thing, that.

But how does it affect me?

Harlequin, owned by an Australian corporation.

The principal stockholder Garrett Klegg.

Now why in the blue-eyed blazes would I want

to sink me own ship?

For the cargo; a 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 will to get to Gantry.

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, Klegg,

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 charming...

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, Klegg, you don't have a Sheila Sprague

to hang over my head.

Oh, that's true.

In a way.

Come along, Mannix.

Take it off.

This might do the trick.

Has a child at home, I understand.

Relax, Mannix.

She's asleep.

Just a mild sedative.

No unpleasant aftereffects, 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 mummy.

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,

a take-your-own picture kind of place.

You're sure this is Sheila Sprague?

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. Tail him.

We'll be in a car right behind you.

You keep in touch with me.

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♪ ♪

Where's Klegg?

He'll be right with you, chum.

Never fear.

You gave us quite a run for it.

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Well, well, well, Mr. Gantry.

Welcome, lad, welcome.

How nice of you to stop by.

Stow the happy talk, Klegg.

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 you?

Mannix is your problem.

I'm here, aren't I?

So you are. So you are.

Tell me one thing, Klegg: is 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, Klegg.

You have my word.

You're a courageous man, Gantry.

You must love that girl very much.

Such loyalty should not go unrewarded.

When you're decent, Angel,

step in, would you?

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♪ ♪

Joe.

You all right?

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 around looking for you.

You and Klegg?

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-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-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!

Hold it!

Gantry! Gantry!

Listen to me!

Gantry! Gantry!

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.

You poor, poor sailor boy.

It's Klegg's fault.

He changed her.

You're not the Sheila I knew.

Face it, Paul... She's one of the sharks.

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