All language subtitles for Mannix s1e14_Then the Drink Takes the Man

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Miss Carter?

Yes.
Go right in.

Miss Durand's
expecting you.

Everything's
ready.

My husband?

We'll bring
him inside.

Thank you.

We've found that alcoholism
is basically a medical problem--

a question of diet
and physical conditioning.

30 days here, and, hopefully,
your troubles will be over.

30 days?!

Will I be able
to visit him?

Oh, certainly,
as often as you like.

Are you returning home?

I wanted to be close
by, so I-I took a room

at a hotel near here--
the Los Hermanos.

Oh, yes, I know the place.

We'll get in touch with
you there if we need you.

Take him into the
examining room.

Yes, ma'am.

(theme music playing)

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The blood-alcohol report.

DURAND:
Hmm.

Looks like he had
quite a bout.

Start him on the dextrose
and that special solution.

I'll have another look at him
sometime tomorrow.

Fine.

Easy, easy.

(slurring):
I need a drink.

I need a drink.

There you are.

(gulping)

(spitting)

(glass breaking)

I said a drink.

You're finished
with that, Mr. Carter.

From now on, it's good food,
proper exercise

and lots of fresh air
and sunshine.

You'll lose that
craving for alcohol.

Now, Mr. Carter--
two simple things.

No alcohol,

and obey all the rules.

No one leaves without a permit.

Understand?

There's an old Japanese proverb.

"First the man takes a drink,

"then the drink takes a drink,

then the drink takes the man."

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Where is it, Mr. Carter?

Where is what?

I'm-I'm just looking
for the bottle.

(sighs)

Get lost!

I know you have one.

Nobody jumps on the wagon

without knowing
they can get a chaser.

Come on, just between
you and me, huh?

One little drink,
please?

(knock at door)

What are you doing
in here, Mr. Jefferson?

Nothing.

Nothing. Just
getting acquainted.

All right.

(door closing)

Time to get up,
Mr. Carter.

Oh. What time is it?

6:30. Day starts
early here.

Well, it's going to
start without me.

(chuckles)

Let's go,
Mr. Carter.

You people ever
hear of a hangover?

We ignore them.

You'll find
that a nice cold shower,

a good breakfast,
plenty of fresh air and

exercise will help
you take your mind
off your hangover.

(water running)

Come on now,
Mr. Carter.

Don't fight it.

I know.

You're bigger
than both of me.

(chuckles)

Warm bath?

Uh-uh. Cold shower.

(gentle splashing)

Dad,

I think I'll take
one last dip.

Mm.

Would you care to join me?

(chuckling)
No, you go ahead, honey.

I'll, uh, wait here.

Okay.

Well, Mr. Mannix,

anything to
report?

Miss Blake, would you please
keep your voice down?

Well... no one can hear us.

I can, and too well.

There's still a bongo
going on inside my head.

Was it necessary
to get that drunk?

First thing I learned
at my mother's knee--

never try and kid an expert.

Handling drunks
is their business around here.

They'd spot a phony
in two seconds.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

(splashing)

Do you know the fellow
with your father?

Uh, yeah, that's,
uh, Scott, uh...

Winters?

Yes, Winters.

He's here
for the cure.

I've, uh, met
him several times

when I've been here
visiting my father.

Do you know him?

Slightly.

The problem is,
he also knows me.

Have you, uh, met
Miss Durand yet?

Yeah, I remember her
vaguely.

Um, I got the impression
she was attractive,

well-built and dedicated.

Mm, dedicated.

For $200,000,

you can be
plenty dedicated.

Those, uh, checks
your father made out for cash--

did you find out
who endorsed them?

Well, he cashed
them himself,

but I'm sure Miss Durand
wound up with the money.

Even if that's true,

could turn out
there was no law broken.

Now just a minute, Mr. Mannix.

Intertect took my money,

and I...
And we'll investigate.

But even Intertect
can't make a case out of it

if it's a voluntary
contribution.

I don't care about the money.

I care about my father.

Something's happening to him.

He's not the same man.

Miss Blake, uh,

are you sure
it's not your imagination?

I know my father, Mr. Mannix,

and I'm telling
you, he's changed.

You know,
sometimes alcoholics...

He's not an
alcoholic.

Now, he may have had
a drinking problem once,

but that's all over now.

Why does he have to
keep coming back here?

Mr. Mannix, you've got
to do something to help him.

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(steam hissing)

(chuckles)

Hi, sport.

How's it going,
old friend?

Hello, Scott.

Ah. You in for the cure?

Right down to the
broccoli on the rocks.

(chuckles)

I, uh... I didn't know
that you had a problem.

Oh, I can fight it.

Right now, my real problem
is you, and I'm wondering

what a nice kid like you is
doing in a place like this.

Oh, same as everyone else.

I find that hard
to believe, Scott.

Huh?

This is a nice big
store with a lot of
expensive merchandise.

You're a bunco artist.
Shh!

Now that's a cute combination,
like a match and gunpowder.

Oh, look, look, look,
on the level, Mannix--

I'm not working!

Well, then there's
no reason for you to
get nervous, is there?

Oh. Ha-ha.

You-You don't
shake me, Mannix.

What makes you think
that I'm nervous?

(sighs)

You're sweating.

What?!

(whispers):
Hey. Psst!

Any luck?

I tried to get out.

I can't make the wall!

Hey, you're big enough!

You got a chance.

Try the south wall first.

Shh!
That's the
lowest part!

Please do it, huh?

Look, I'll settle
for one little drink.

That's all,
just one little drink, huh?

I'm buying.

Look, I'm buying.

I'm buying.

Jeff, forget it.

Now turn in.

(drawer sliding)

(drawer rattles quietly)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(footfalls approaching)

(thud)
(grunts)

(knocking)

Where is it?

What are you talking about?

The bottle.

I don't have a bottle.

I'm not calling you
a liar, Mr. Carter,

but, uh...
(chuckles)

this room smells just
like a distillery.

Well, I wasn't drinking.

I walked in here last night
and someone slugged me.

Try to remember... where
did you hide the bottle?

All right, Mr. Carter,
go get in the shower.

I'm going to have
to search your room.

Again?

MANNIX:
I was not drunk.

I was slugged.

Now if you'd like
your doctors to examine

the bump on my head...

Mr. Carter, the collection
of bruises, contusions

and bumps, as you put it,

on the head and body
of an alcoholic...

(sighs)

Now you know the rules--
they were set up to help you.

Fine, fine,
but if I could, uh...

just have some little freedom.

Now I realize you have some
very extraordinary expenses

around here, but maybe if, uh,
I could help in some little way?

A donation would be acceptable,
Mr. Carter,

but I must warn you in advance,

it will buy you
no special privileges.

Aw, now don't get strict
with me, Miss Durand.

I saw Blake drive off
the grounds

when I was brought over here
just now.

How did he buy his pass?

He earned his pass.

And if you're not prepared
to cooperate,

I'm willing to tear up the
consent form your wife signed

and release you--
is that what you want?

No, no, no, I like it here,
Miss Durand.

I drink your undrinkable drinks,

I sit in the sweatbox,
I exercise,

and I manage to eat
the proper food.

And with somebody's help...

I even got a good night's sleep.

(door closes)

ATTENDANT:
Up, down, up, down.

One, two, one...

ATTENDANT:
Up, down...

ATTENDANT:
One, two, one...

Hello, darling.

How are you?

Oh, fine.

Easy, boy.

Don't get carried away
with your part.

We're being watched.

If the wife looks
like you, Liza,

who'd ever believe
they'd shake hands?

All righty, Liza.

Now, what do you
have for me?

Intertect sent you
some reading matter.

MANNIX:
Mmm...

It has a pretty wild
centerfold, too.

Now, you see, if
Blake is being taken,

we can't figure out
how he can afford it.

Big business,
capitalized high,

gross fair... net small.

Only $35,000 for the year?

Does he have any other
source of income?

Nothing the computers
could find.

How does, uh,
Miss Durand check out?

Spotless.

Try Home Decor.

Former dietician at All Saints
Hospital in New York,

personal assets
less than 5,000,

no unexplained income,
conservative spending habits.

And we also checked the
Mexican authorities,

and they gave this place
a clean bill of health.

Well, you'd better have,
uh, Intertect cancel

their subscription
to Home Decor.

I was slugged last night,
and, uh, my room was searched.

Now, just how clean
do they sound to you?

(door opens then closes,
man and woman laughing)

Oh, Mr. Winters,
you're terribly gallant.

Scott Winters.
A top confidence man.

He may be cooking up something
with, uh, Miss Durand,

or he may be on his own.

Anyway, I'd like a rundown
on his recent activities.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

I brought you a present.

Oh, now isn't that
a nice, wifely thing to do?

But, uh, why?

There have been three
unsolved murders

within ten miles
of these grounds

in the past two years.

That may mean nothing,
or it could be tied in.

Mm.

What's your next step?

I think I'll go
to a movie tonight.

(whimsical music playing)

Anything wrong,
Mr. Carter?

(whispers inaudibly)

(music continues playing)

(music continues faintly)

(crickets chirping)

(music continues playing)

(groans weakly)

I was just looking
for a little drink.

What happened?

Dry as a bone.

Who did it, Jeff?

It wasn't even whiskey.

What wasn't whiskey?

What did you find?

(moans softly)
Je...

(footfalls approaching)

MAN:
It is murder now,
Se�or Carter.

Se�or Jefferson died on
the way to the hospital.

That still doesn't
change the picture.

Now, I'll tell it
to you again.

Jefferson was dying
when I got there.

He didn't tell me
who knifed him

or what he was doing
in Winters' cabin.

You tell the story
well, Se�or,

with a lot of
remarkable memory.

But you still
didn't explain

what you were doing in
Se�or Winters' cabin.

(officer whispering)

You will go with
this officer.

Captain Gomez wishes
to question you.

Now, lady, please,
have a seat.

You said, uh, you
heard something

outside your window.

Se�or Mannix.

Captain, I've told the story
twice to your lieutenant...

I am not interested
in your story, Se�or.

One of my men found this
hidden in your room.

Jefferson was stabbed.

(chuckles softly)

I am aware of that.

The modern miracles
of telephone and teletype

and the fact
that police departments

operate 24 hours a day...

We checked the registration,
and we called Intertect.

We know who you are,
Se�or Mannix.

Now tell me,

what do you think happened?

I think Jefferson was stabbed
somewhere else,

and then he was dragged here
to Winters' cottage.

Bueno. I agree.

We saw the blood
outside the door.

Did he say anything to you?

He was looking for a drink--
he didn't find it.

But he found something.

Obviously something
he shouldn't have.

It's not safe here.

Please come home.

Carol, stop worrying
about me!

You've got
your own life to lead.

You should start
making some friends.

Dad, I don't care
about that.

Well, start caring.

You're not a child anymore.

No dates.
(sighs)

No parties.

No boyfriends.

There's a whole world
waiting for you out there.

Let it wait, Dad.

Now listen to me
carefully, Carol.

I want you to leave me alone.

I want you
to lead your own life.

I want you to go home.

Forget me.

(tapping tabletop)

Hi.

Hi.

You see what I mean?

See how he treats me?

Well, you were pushing him
pretty hard.

But he does care
about you.

He warned me
to stay away from you.

He doesn't want you
hanging around drunks.

Look, somebody's
been killed.

My father could be next.

Oh, hardly.

They kill the goose,
they'll get no more eggs.

They just might already
have enough golden eggs.

He just cashed another check.

Quarter of a million dollars.

Where are you going?

I think I know
who might have it.

Here you are, sport.

Okay?

Thank you, sir.

(car door closing)

(engine starting)

(tires squealing)

Sir, do you
have a pass?

Oh, yeah, of course.

(thudding)

(car engine starting)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

What happened?

Carter. He
just took off.

Which car did he take?

Mr. Thompson's.

(tires squealing)

(tires screeching)

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(brakes squealing)

(coins clink, dinging)

Yes, Operator, yes,
I'll accept the charges.

Mannix, where are you?

Back in the States,
following Scott Winters.

What's the latest on him?

Well, he just bought the, uh...
the Calderon Oil Company.

A million shares,
a penny a piece.

Dry fields?

Abandoned more
than 20 years ago.

Well, don't bleed for him, Liza.

If I know Scott Winters,

he'll strike oil
one way or another.

(siren blaring)

(siren stops)

(car doors close)

Your license,
please.

What's the problem?
I wasn't speeding.

Just a spot check
for mechanical faults.

I'm sure everything's all right.

We'll see.

Watch the taillight, Fred.

Would you mind stepping
on your brakes, sir?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(siren blaring)

Your license, please.

Another spot check?

I was just stopped
a few minutes ago.

That's not possible,
Mr... Carter.

We haven't stopped a
car in the last hour.

Well, it was two
other deputies.

We're the only patrol
on this highway.

Mind if I see
your credentials?

Certainly.

You're sure there's nobody else
on this beat but you?

County budget
the way it is,

only one car
to a highway.

(key clicking in lock)

Well, well...

You found what you're
looking for, I trust?

Uh, not yet.

What is this?

Why are you
pushing me, Mannix?

You're not a cop.

We've never had
a personal feud.

Let's call it curiosity.

Like, what are you doing here
when you're not an alcoholic?

You don't know that.

I do now.

I saw you in that bar.

An alcoholic couldn't
have stopped with one drink.

Oh...

Oh, come off it, Scott.

It's long past time
for playing injured innocence.

You're a public figure.

I know you bought
an oil company.

There is nothing illegal
in that, you know.

Not until you try and sell it.

Let's take a look
at that case.

Take your hands off that...

Ooh!

Well, well...

Yeah, I told Liza
you'd strike oil.

What does a fake geologist's
report like this cost,

Scott?

It's not fake.

Anyway, it's cheaper
than drilling.

Uh, you want to tell me
who the lucky buyer is,

or, uh,

do I tell everyone here
who you are?

I think you're bluffing.

You can't afford to stir up
any trouble around here,

now can you, Mr. Carter?

I sure can.

We blow the whistle
on each other,

all I lose is a client.

You drop a fortune.

All right.

What do you want, Mannix?

I want in. Equal partners.

Oh, come on, boy, come on.

You got no choice, Scott.

It's either half or nothing.

Now... who's the pigeon?

WINTERS:
Now, the fact
of the matter is

that Mr. Carter here
and myself

are prepared to make you a very
generous offer for this place.

We want to buy in.

A half a million shares
of Calderon Oil

for a major interest.

Yes, some fantastically rich
new fields have been discovered.

As a matter of fact,

I have the geologist's
report right here.

I'm really not interested
in selling.

You'd still stay on in charge
of the place, dear lady.

Of course, we'd have
to reorganize it

a little differently
to make it pay better.

I wish you'd show me how.

Miss Durand, we can stop
playing in circles.

Everybody here comes
out of a glass bottle.

Nobody wants it known.

Now, we can make
that very expensive,

even more expensive
than you've done.

(chuckling):
C-Carter, I...

What are you talking about?

The half million
you took Blake for.

What are you trying...?

P-Pay no attention
to the man.

You may call it
a contribution.

I call it blackmail.

Get out! Both of you!

MANNIX:
Nice, rich drunks.

You play the
great healer,

help them solve
their problems,

and they just
push money at you.

You think everybody here
is rich, don't you?

At a thousand a week,
that's a pretty good guess.

Half my guests
are charity cases!

Miss Durand, uh...

Mr. Travers,

these men are
leaving the office.

Now!

In a moment, Travers.

We haven't quite finished
our business yet.

She said now, Mr. Carter.

(Travers grunting)

(thudding)

I probably should thank you,

Miss Durand.

I owed somebody a debt
from last night.

I've got a feeling I'm paid up.

Why, Mannix, why?

What were you
really after?

Mannix?

Who are you, Mr. Carter?

I'm a private detective.

(knocking)
The name is Mannix.

These gentlemen are leaving
the premises permanently.

Mr. Winters has his own car.

You will call Mr. Carter's
wife-- if she is your wife--

and have her
pick him up.

Oh, please feel free
to call the police.

We have nothing to hide.

Mr.

Travers was careless

with this one.

Don't make the same mistake.

The war's over, Miss Durand.

Looks like you're not the enemy.

I apologize.

(door opens)

(door closes)

What do we do now, Joe?

We wait.

For what?

One of the
wealthier guests

was checking out
right behind us.

I'm going to
follow her home.

And why are we going
to do that?

I just want to see how
the other half lives.

(vehicle approaching)

(tires screeching)

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(siren wailing)

What's up?

That unmarked
patrol car.

They stopped me yesterday
for a mechanical check.

I'm pretty sure
they're phonies.

(tires screeching)

Something must have
scared them off.

Yeah, their
timing was bad.

Now maybe we do get
to follow her home.

(trunk closes)

Now what?

Just, uh, slouch down and
stay out of sight.

You know something,
Mr. Carter?

I've always felt
that a husband and wife

shouldn't keep secrets
from each other.

Now, what's going on?

If I'm right,
smuggling.

Of what, and by whom?

I think it goes
something like this:

You plant
something on a car

of a person who's
above suspicion,

a pillar of society.

You get a casual
wave through Customs,

then you stop him
on the American side

and relieve him of
the merchandise.

Down, girl.

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All right, out.

Hey!
Come on, come on.

From here on in, it may
not be a place for a lady.

(tires screeching)

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(alarm ringing)

(gunshot)

(alarm stops)

(gunshot)

(yells)

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Hold it, Blake!

I should have listened
to Travers.

He always felt
you were government.

You have to be pretty good
to get by my men out there.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, Miss Blake.

I really am.

It looks like I found out
a few things I shouldn't have,

but... you hire a guy,
you take your chances.

Carol, you hired him?

I was afraid
for you, Daddy.

Afraid of what?

Well, I thought
Miss Durand...

Miss Durand had nothing to do
with your father.

He was just using her place.

All that cash went
to buy uncut dope in Mexico

to be smuggled
across the border.

That's your real business,
isn't it, Blake?

You must be
out of your mind.

Put that gun away,
or I'll call the police.

I was about to do that,
Miss Blake.

You killed Jefferson,
didn't you, Blake?

(dialing phone)

You caught him
searching your cottage.

He was looking
for whiskey

and he found that package.

Then you dragged him
into Winters' cottage.

Narcotics?

Mannix here, Intertect.

I'm at 1019 Knollwood Lane.

I've got a package of heroin
and a killer here.

Not my father.

And you better have the Mexican
police check the Hacienda Real.

There's a fellow there
named Travers--

he's mixed up in this,
and maybe a couple of others.

Right.

Now, look, I hired you
and you're still working for me.

Now, put that gun away
and let him go.

It's too late
for that.

I'll take the package.

All right, Mr. Mannix.

Back off.

You're going to have to kill me,
Miss Blake.

Then that's the way
it'll have to be, Mr. Mannix.

It's not that easy to kill.

I don't think you can do it.

Besides, if you
help your father,

you'll be an
accessory.

Ask him if he wants that.

He's right, honey.

You're the only
thing I care about.

Right now you're the
only thing I've got left.

I only wanted
to help, Dad.

I know, honey.

Carol,
look at me.

I won't be here for
you to lean on anymore.

You stand by yourself
or you fall down.

You know, in a funny way,
you've done me a favor.

What I've always wanted most
for her was...

to break away from
me, free of me.

(theme music playing)