All language subtitles for Mannix s4e12 Deja Vu

Mannix?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm looking for Kathy Warren.

Yeah, I know.
She told me you were coming.

She's out riding.

Uh-huh? Where I can find her.

Up on the ridge trail.

You can't get a car up there,
but I can get you a horse if you want.

Major's a real good horse.

I ride him a lot myself.

(horse neighs)

Stay there!

(horse snorts)

(gunshot)

(horse neighing)

(gunshot)

(horse neighs)

I heard some shooting.

He's dead.

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Mannix s4e12 Deja Vu

I was dead?

And that's why you're here?

(Kathy) Yes.

I'm afraid it might actually happen.

Because of your dream?

I don't know how to explain my dreams
to you, Mr. Mannix...

except that they do come true.

I saw you killed,
on a black horse like Major.

Major?

Yes, at the riding club.

One of the stable hands
rides him a lot.

I saw you there.
There was blood on your hand from--

from where you'd fallen.

Oh, I know how tempting it must be
for you to laugh at me, Mr. Mannix.

There is one thing, Miss Warren.

Considering we've never met before,

I was wondering how I happened to get
into your dream in the first place?

Oh I--I don't know.

(knock on door)
Yeah, Peggy?

(Peggy) Excuse me.

Correspondence from New York.
You wanted it the minute you came in.

Morning paper. And the press
is still hounding us for information.

Yeah, well it can wait.
Thanks, Peggy.

Maybe here!
What?

Maybe this is how
you got into my dream.

I read about you in last night's paper.

Oh.

It's quite a novelty these days--

a man risking his life

to do something positive
for someone else.

It's possible I--I just felt that
you were someone worth saving.

I know that only makes it seem
more ridiculous to you.

Well, I can certainly see
that you believe in your dream.

Oh, it's not a gift you know.

It's not an easy way

to pick winners in horse races
or lotteries.

I can only see things when
something important is involved, like...

pain, sorrow, or death.

Go on.

Could you do me a favor?

If I can.

I--I haven't told you
the rest of the dream,

and I'm not going to now,

'cause you really wouldn't be able
to keep a straight face.

On this particular day,

be careful of lightning.

Lightning?

Yes.

On a street that begins
with the letter "W".

"W"?

(intercom buzzes)
Excuse me.

Yeah, Peggy?

(Peggy)
Lieutenant Malcolm on the line.

He says it's important.

Yeah, well, uh, in just a second.

You really aren't laughing at me,
are you?

For going out of your way
to try and help a total stranger?

No, I'm not laughing at you.

Well, you made this a lot easier
than I expected it to be.

I'll remember that when we meet again.

Oh?

Are we going to meet again?

Yes, about 2:00.

You see, we're in this together.

Huh.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

Good-bye, Miss Warren.

What was that all about?

You'd never believe it.

Sorry, Art.

Your blackmailer, Joe--
Harry Kellaway?

We were moving him
to Criminal Courts building and...

well, he broke loose.

He promised to pay you back.

Yeah, well, I've heard that before.
Thanks for the warning.

All the same, I want you
to stay put till we get him.

I'm sending a couple of men out
to cover you.

They'll never make it in time, Art.

Now, look, I've got a business to run.

I've got an appointment
with a client in ten minutes.

Thanks anyway, Art.

(sighs) Your client's office
is on Figueroa.

Wish you wouldn't go,
but I know that you will.

Oh, relax, Peggy.

Don't you know Figueroa
doesn't begin with a "W"?

(tires screech)

(crash)

(sirens blaring)

Mr. Mannix, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

(Patrol officer)
We thought we had you covered.

We weren't certain it was Harry Kellaway
till almost too late.

Swerving like that--it saved your life.

Kellaway, huh?

Well, he had nothing to do with this.

You mean you didn't even see him?

All I saw was a bolt of lightning,

a street beginning with a "W".

You sure you're all right, Mr. Mannix?

Yeah, well, it could have been
a lot worse.

Thanks, Officer.

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Mannix.

Yes.

Please, won't you come in?

I'm Angela Warren, Kathy's mother.

She said you'd be dropping by.

(clock chimes)

Well, it seems
I'm an hour ahead of time.

Is your daughter at home?

She should be back by 2:00.
Why don't we wait in the study?

Jim...this is Mr. Mannix,

just in case you didn't recognize him
from the morning paper.

Oh, yes. The blackmail story, wasn't it?

Yeah, right.

Jim Bannerman, my attorney.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Something to drink?
No, thank you.

(chuckles) You know, I must say ,

Kathy was rather mysterious about you.

But I suppose that's fitting.

I've always thought
of private investigators

as being rather mysterious.

We've all taken a solemn pledge
to keep it that way, Mrs. Warren.

It, uh, protects the image.

Well, she's doing her part.

She never even told me where you met.

Maybe you didn't ask her.

No matter. If she didn't,
I'm sure she'll ask you now.

Ss a matter of fact, Mr. Mannix, uh...
where did you meet my daughter?

In town.

Mysterious and evasive.

Well one thing you're not
is a conventional boyfriend.

As a matter of fact,
you're not a boyfriend at all, are you?

Mm-mm. Only somebody
who's in her debt.

Kathy was frightened this morning.

And it had something to do
with you. Am I right?

She came to me with
a detailed prediction of a murder.

Another vision.

To put it frankly, Mr. Mannix,
my daughter is sensitive, intelligent,

attractive, and hopelessly
addicted to fantasy.

You mean she invents these stories?

Not at all.
She believes them implicitly.

We sometimes think it started
as far back as then.

That was done when she was nine,

not long after her father died.

And she missed him very much.

So much that--
well, she began to take refuge in a--

well, a kind of private world
of make-believe.

Only lately--this past year--

it's taken this horrifying turn,
with these dreams.

Dr. Halder's quite worried about her.

Dr. Halder?

He's been her doctor
since she was born.

He's like one of the family.

Needless to say,
we're just as worried,

which is why we'd appreciate
your simply letting her be, Mr. Mannix,

instead of feeding this obsession,
or whatever it is.

I'm here because
she predicted an accident

that was going to happen to me.

She's had dreams like that before.

Except this time,
what she dreamed happened.

Coincidence.

Don't tell me you believe her.

I don't know.

But right now I find it hard
to disbelieve.

Well, in any case,
if she's only left alone,

I'm sure she'll get over all this.

Let me suggest something, Mr. Mannix,
knowing you must be a busy man.

We'd be entirely receptive to your
forwarding a bill to cover your time.

Mr. Bannerman, I only charge
for my professional services.

A little item like my life--
that's a personal file.

Oh, yes. The world is full
of pleasant things.

Why look for nightmares?

Let's just say, uh...

because I was saved
by a stroke of lightning.

All right, Mr. Mannix.

You'll find Kathy
at the Highridge Riding Club.

Mannix?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm looking for Kathy Warren.

Yeah, I know.
She told me you were coming.

She's out riding.

Uh-huh?
Well, where can I find her?

Up on the ridge trail.

You can't get a car up there,
but I can get you a horse if you want.

She said you'd like Starbuck there.

Well, he looks nice and friendly.

Yeah, but the trouble, is he took lame.

But I'll get you another one.

I don't want to disappoint Miss Warren.

And you can catch up with her
pretty quickly, too.

Major's a real good horse.
I ride him a lot myself.

(horse neighing)

(horse neighs)

Stay there!

(horse snorts)

(gunshot)

(horse neighing)

(gunshot)

(horse neighs)

I heard some shooting.

He's dead.

(groans)
What happened?

He's alive.

Quick, get down!

Get down!

My dream was wrong.

But not all wrong, was it?

There was shooting. Jerry heard it.

Could have been anything--
some kids shooting rabbits.

That's not very likely.

Sounded like a heavier gun than that.

You didn't see anybody on your way?

No, sir, not a soul.

Your dream didn't go wrong, Kathy.

It just stopped short of the finish,
like the end of the first chapter.

The important thing is,
you gave me fair warning.

Do you have any idea--
any idea who might want to shoot you?

Well there's a Lieutenant Malcolm
who can probably answer that.

It's about time you checked in, Joe.
I've been trying to reach you.

Well, I got hung up, Art.
What about Harry Kellaway?

He's still on the loose.

I'll tell you one place he's been--
right here at the riding club.

And a few minutes ago, he was spotted
tearing off the Harbor Freeway

about 70 miles an hour.

My men are trying to bottle him up now.

You stay out of it, Joe.

What do you mean, stay out of it, Art?

Who's got a bigger stake in it
than I have?

Now, tell me where he is.

Right, I'll be there.

I was hoping Dr. Halder would have
a chance to look at your hand.

He was here earlier,
but we probably missed him by now.

He'd only have ruined
a beautiful bandage.

Mr. Mannix?

Try Joe, huh?

And thanks for the medical service.
I'll see you, huh?

Joe!

Please don't go.

Kathy, there's only one way
to put an end to your dream,

and that's to put Harry Kellaway
on ice for good.

I'll call you later.

(tires screeching)

Where is he?

That corner building.

They were about a block behind him.
Saw him pull up and run inside.

We got the front and rear exits covered,
a man on the roof.

Now all we got to do
is shake him out of there.

Where do you think you're going?

We can try that corner apartment,
second floor.

Well, remember, I was on this case.

That's his girlfriend's apartment.

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

Corner apartment, second floor.

We're moving in.

You stay put, Joe--that's an order.

Now look, Art... I know this guy.
I've been through it with him.

Then give us a chance.

(gunshot)

Art, wait!

Could be his girlfriend
firing those shots to pull you inside.

Bobby!

Joe!

(gunshot)

Just one shot--

just one clear shot at you,
that's all I wanted!

Well, you had three.
What are you talking about?

Out at the riding club.

Riding Club?

Yeah, at exactly 2:00 this afternoon.

That couldn't be, Mr. Mannix.
At 2:00--I hate to admit it--

this character was giving us a losing
chase right through Civic Center.

(laughs) Maybe sometime I ought to
teach you guys how to drive.

Get him out of here.

Come on.

Okay, Joe, about that riding club--

who was taking potshots at you?

You, uh, may find this
hard to believe, Art...

but it must have been somebody
out of a dream.

Kathy, surely you're not calling
Mr. Mannix again.

Oh, well, I just can't understand
why I haven't heard from him.

Oh, listen to me, baby.

You've done all you could.

You warned him.
Please don't get any deeper into this.

I can't help it, Mother.

I'm a part of it.
I didn't ask to be, I just am.

But you've done all you could.
What else is there?

I have to know he's really safe.

Look, baby... he knows how
to take care of himself.

He's used to danger.

I'm afraid that you may be hurt
just because you're with him.

I'm sorry, Mother.
I just can't walk away.

(doorbell rings)

You're all right.
Fine.

Come in, come in.

No, Mr. Mannix.
You're not really welcome here.

Mother!

I'm sorry, Kathy. But I won't have her
involved in this any longer.

Well, I am involved,
and because I want to be.

Kathy, maybe your mother's right.

No. I want to talk to you.

Well, if you encourage her,
and anything happens to her,

I shall have to hold you
personally responsible, Mr. Mannix.

We can go in here.

Oh, I was so worried about you.

My secretary told me you'd been calling.

Well, I imagined all kinds of things.

And here you are and...
it's all over, huh?

Well, uh, yes and no.

I don't understand.

Harry Kellaway has been
put in custody, but, uh...

But what?

Well, it turns out that he couldn't
have fired those shots at me.

Kathy?

What is it?

I had another dream.

When I saw you just now, I was willing
to believe it was just a dream.

What did you see?

It just wasn't clear.

I came back from the club
and tried to rest.

I must have fallen asleep.

There was a gun pointing at you.

And I--And I couldn't tell
where it was,

except that it was--
it was very dark and--

I just couldn't tell
when it would happen.

Just knew that I had to warn you.

And you've done that.

Now that I know, maybe I can stop
that particular dream from happening.

Right. Got it, Frank.

That'll hold us for now.
And thanks, thanks a lot.

(Mannix)
Anything promising?

Money's always promising,
and that Kathy Warren crowd swims in it.

Joe, are you sure
it's got to be one of these?

They're the only ones
who knew I was at the riding club,

so I'm stuck with them.

But why would they want you dead?

That's what we're trying
to find out, Peggy. Now, go on.

Okay.

Counselor Jim Bannerman--
worth over a half a million dollars

for handling the Warren estate alone.

You can scratch him
off the welfare roles.

And Angela Warren, Kathy's mother,

could cash in tomorrow
for a cool four million.

Kathy's insecurities
are certainly not financial.

And on her next birthday,
they'll be even less so.

She'll be handling her own trust funds,
the ones her father set up for her.

Frank's checking further,
but he estimates about 2 1/2 million.

Just doesn't make any sense.

In that kind of territory, how do you get
a murder attempt on a guy like me?

So, we dig deeper.

This Halder I mentioned--

he seems to be the doctor
for that whole horsey set.

Maybe I should talk
to somebody like him--

somebody who really knows them all.

Good. Then after that,
talk to someone that knows Dr. Halder.

Huh?
He's the pauper on the list.

Income last year--92,000.

That's a pauper?

Net worth as of today,
about 1,500 bucks.

That's a pauper, and a spender,

although I grant you
it doesn't necessarily make him a killer.

Yeah, but it does give him
a certain flair.

Listen, Peggy, call Frank back.

Tell him I want a complete rundown
on the Warren estate,

and when he calls you back,
patch him into me no matter where I am.

Now, remember
when I want you back here?

Mañana, por la fiesta.
¿Comprende?

Sure, Doc.

Throw them a party every year,
they still want a lollipop every visit.

Yeah, neighborhoods change,

but kids never do.

Adiós.

I watched this neighborhood change,
Doc, and yet you stayed.

You mean why does a guy
with a plush practice

stay squatted in a ghetto?

Trouble was, I got caught.
Before I knew it,

I had most of these kids
in the neighborhood as patients.

What do you do, walk away?

No, you take what you earn
on one side of the track

and you try to build them
a clinic on the other.

It ain't easy.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, uh, just a little cut.

One of your patients--
Kathy Warren--took care of it.

Oh, that's good.

All the instincts of a fine nurse.

Rare thing for a girl that's had
everything handed to her on a platter.

Except a father for half her life?

That's part of her, too--

this search for somebody
to turn to, care for,

lean on, protect, or what have you.

Till you turned up, huh?

Well, that came out of left field.

She was here a while ago.

She always helps
the night before the party.

We were going over to the warehouse
to get some more costumes.

Like this.

The White Rabbit, huh?

Yeah, Alice in Wonderland.
We put it on every year.

The kids love it.

And then she saw the watch set at 8:00,
and that's when it happened.

She jumped up as if she'd been shot at.

Said she had to reach you, right away--

now, tonight, before it was too late.

Did she say where she was going
or anything?

No, she phoned your office,
got no answer,

and shot out of here like a rocket.

Why didn't you tell me
about this before, Doc?

About her latest vision?
Yeah.

You don't know about those?

Yeah, I know about them,
but I was under the false impression

that you were worried about her
because of them.

I worry about all my kids, Mannix.

Those with rat bites,
suffering from malnutrition,

or who get beaten up
by their parents who got blind drunk.

That doesn't leave much time
for post-adolescent fantasies,

however unfortunate they are.

If they are fantasies, Doc,
they're coming true.

Her line is dead.

(Kathy)
Joe, look out!

(gunshot)
Ohh!

Kathy?

I'm all right. I just tripped.

(tires screeching)

Okay, miss,
you're back in business.

Somebody cut your line,
in case you didn't know.

Could have been kids,
and then again--

Yeah, we'll report it.
Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Kathy, there's something
I've got to tell you.

That's the second time you've taken
a chance trying to protect me.

I don't want you to do it again, huh?

Maybe I've run out of chances.

Before you got here, I was thinking
about that watch at Dr. Halder's.

All at once it just came to me.

The White Rabbit himself--

there all these years.

And the more I looked at him...

remembering how he'd been
the start of Alice's trip...

the more I felt...

that no matter what...

we'd have to make that trip, too.

Follow it right through to the end.

And I'd follow him...

just trying to find you
before it was too late.

Know--

Knowing that you were
somewhere near...

maybe through the looking glass.

(sobbing) No. No, it's just me--

just me, and there's
nobody to help me...

No!

Not the Mad Hatter or--

or the Red Queen,
or even the King.

They were all too frightened
of the White Knight.

Oh.

(sighs)

Oh, but you were the White Knight.

And you were on my horse.

And you--

you were protecting me.

Uh-huh.

And saving me.

And then he came.

(sobbing)

Oh, no.

And I--I saw you killed.

And you were just lying there...

all broken to pieces and there--
there was nothing I could do!

There was nothing I could--

And I--I couldn't--
Kathy.

Kathy, listen to me.

Listen to me, Kathy.

Listen to me.

It didn't happen.

It won't happen.

It's all wrong.
Wrong?

That's what I've been trying
to tell you.

Nobody knew I was coming here.

They cut your telephone lines
so that you couldn't call for help.

Suddenly I realized something
about your dreams, Kathy.

I was in them, all right,
but so were you,

right there with me--
in every dream.

You're the target, Kathy.

You have been right from the beginning.
It's the only possible answer.

But--But when I came to you,
it was to try to save your life.

No, no.
It's the other way around.

I was meant to try
and save your life, Kathy.

Why?

Why would anybody want to kill me?

(telephone rings)

Answer it, Kathy.

(ring)

Yes?

Oh, yes, Jerry.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I will.

What was that all about, Kathy?

It was Jerry, the stable man.

My horse is ill.

Does he usually make a check
of the stables at this hour?

Well, he never called before, but--

but I guess I'd better
get right over there.

Jerry...

Oh, you--

you couldn't think that Jerry had--

It might be a good idea
if you had company.

I don't understand.
He said he'd meet me.

Uh, just a minute.

You'd better stay with me.

Jerry, it's Kathy--Kathy Warren.

(clattering)

(horse neighs)

Ohh!

Shh. Here girl, come on.

Easy, girl. Easy.
It's all right.

Come here.

(Kathy continues talking)

It's only me, Kathy.

Yeah, you wouldn't hurt Kathy,
would you?

No, it's all right.

It's all right, baby.

You've got to calm down.

I don't see anything wrong with her.

She just doesn't want
to go back in that stall.

Well, it's no wonder.

There you are, Art,
right from the beginning,

starting with his first attempt
on her life at the riding stable.

He was right there at the scene,
and I didn't even consider him.

Then his next try was made
earlier tonight.

I fouled that up, too,
so he took another crack at it.

You figure he planned to spook
that horse with the radio,

maybe jab him in the flank,
and get you and Kathy Warren, huh?

Right. But he was trampled
to death instead.

What about motive?

Stable boy with stable boy's wages.

Most every day of his life
seeing that gold-plated girl

miles out of his league.

So, frustration to rage
to attempted murder.

(telephone rings)

Malcolm.

It's the medical examiner.
What did you find out?

Right. Thanks, Doc.

Your stable boy wasn't
trampled to death, Joe.

Somebody poisoned him.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's been quite a day for me.

Not another attempt on your life,
Mr. Mannix?

Not my life, Mrs. Warren.

It's your daughter somebody's
been trying to kill all along.

That's preposterous.
Kathy?

There's no reason for anybody to--

She's rich.

She'll be even richer
on her next birthday.

Did I say something?

We've been out selecting
a gift for Kathy.

Her birthday is tomorrow.

Mr. Mannix.

Kathy, we're home!

Um, birthday or not, Mr. Mannix,

nobody could possibly gain
by Kathy's death.

Her estate would simply
go to various charities,

with Jim here as the trustee.

And you'd gain a pretty handsome fee
as such, wouldn't you?

That's insulting.

No, no it's quite proper, Angela...

if a trifle blunt.

I think you'd better tell him, Jim.

That fee isn't too incriminating
at this point, Mr. Mannix.

After several years of listening
to my proposals,

Angela finally decided to marry me.

Congratulations.

So, we're only left with those charities.

For instance, the one that would benefit
most if anything happened to Kathy.

Oh, that's absurd, and Kathy
would be the first to tell you so.

Would you mind asking her
to come down, Mrs. Warren?

It's all right, Angela.

Drink, Mr. Mannix?

No, thanks.

As a matter of fact, the major
share of that particular trust

goes to Dr. Halder.. to his clinic--
for medical research.

Dr. Halder?

No, Mr. Mannix.

He's about as close to a saint
as you could possibly get.

Dedicated man, I take it.

To put it mildly.

Those kids over there--
many of them desperately ill--

there isn't anything that
Dr. Halder wouldn't do, I mean--

What, exactly?

I don't know. I mean...

if it came to balancing all of them
against a single life--

No.

Mr. Bannerman,
does Dr. Halder know about this trust?

He wasn't supposed to.
Kathy does, of course.

It's possible she could have told him.

Kathy isn't here.

What?

You really had me worried,
Mr. Mannix, until I found her note.

She's perfectly all right.

Dr. Halder picked her up
in his car just a little while ago.

Dr. Halder?

Did she say where they were going?

No. Um, just that Dr. Halder
needed her help

for his annual party.

She didn't have the heart
to turn him down.

She goes every year.

Joe, I've got Frank on the phone.

[Mannix)
Patch him through to me, Peggy.

Right.

(Mannix] What did you get
on the Warren thing, Frank?

What? You're sure?

Of course it helps.
Thanks a lot.

Kathy?

Kathy?

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshots continue)

(gun clicks)

You all right?

Yes.

Good.

Well, Kathy, this ought to put
an end to your dreams.

Why? Why did he do it?

Well, when you told him you intended

to give your trust fund to the clinic
the minute you could,

he knew he was in trouble.

He knew you'd find out that
there wasn't any trust fund left,

that he'd stolen it all.

Art.

"'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'to speak of many things."'

Not the least of them, murder.

The way I figure it,
Jerry the stable boy

saw him take those shots
at the riding club.

Tried to shake him down or make a deal
to help him out for a slice of the pie.

Maybe both.

Got himself killed for his trouble.

Try to prove any of that.

We're working on that, Counselor.

Here's his .45, Art.

Probably match the shell casings
your boys picked up at the Riding Club.

Let's go.

Ohh.

You been on an emergency call, Doc?

Yeah, Bannerman phoned me.

Said it was a kid in an auto accident.

He sent me halfway to Oxnard.

You are a dedicated man,
aren't you, Doc?

You come on pretty strong yourself.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, Kathy.