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Mannix s5e05 Woman
In The Shadows

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(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Are you Mr. Mannix?
That's right.

My name is Lisa Ralph.
May I come in?

Of course.

I'm sorry to break in like this.

Well, that's perfectly
all right, Miss Ralph.

Uh, Mrs. Ralph.

Please, sit down.
Thank you.

I've never hired a private
detective before.

Is it all right if I give you
a retainer tonight and--

Oh, now, let's not rush
into this, Mrs. Ralph.

Uh, I like to know a little bit
about a case before I take it.

Yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Now, uh, what makes you think
you need a private detective?

I think someone is
trying to kill me.

I jumped out of my car
right past the tunnel.

He chased me all the way to the
observatory, and I got away on a bus.

Can you, uh, describe the man?

I didn't get a good look at him.
I was running away.

Have you any idea why someone
would want to kill you?

No.

Why didn't you go to the police?

I have personal reasons.

Mmm. Too personal to tell me?

No, I suppose not.

Mr. Mannix, uh, could.. could
I please have a brandy?

Of course.

If I go to the police, my
husband will know where I am.

And, uh, you wouldn't want that?

No. I'm leaving him.

Where is your husband?

He's at our home in San Francisco.
Thank you.

All he knows is that I came to Los
Angeles to settle my father's estate.

Uh-huh. Was it a large estate?

I mean, could that be the reason
somebody would want to kill you?

There is practically
no estate at all.

My father was a professor.

I see.

Tell me, Mrs. Ralph, exactly
what do you want me to do?

I want to know who was
after me and why.

And there's my car. Could
you drive me there?

Well, I, uh.. I think I
better go after it alone.

I'll grab a cab at the corner.

You see, there, uh, may be
somebody waiting up there,

hoping you'll come back.

I didn't think of that.

Here's the key.

What is it?

I was just thinking that, uh, even
though you were running for your life,

you had the presence of
mind to grab the car key.

A habit, I suppose.

Yeah. Of course.

I'm going to, uh,
lock this door.

Don't open it for
anyone...except me.

(DOOR KNOB RATTLING)

Driver, when you get around
this next bend, slow down.

I'll be leaving you.

You don't want me to stop?

No. I always leave this way.

It saves me from jogging
in the morning.

Mrs. Ralph?

Mrs. Ralph!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.
This is Lisa Ralph.

What happened?

When you left, I
looked out the window.

There was a man
watching your place.

When he was sure you were gone,
he came up to your apartment.

He tried the door

I was terrified.

I went down the back way,
and then I came here.

Well, it's just as well you did.
I was followed to the park.

Followed?
Well, you can relax.

I lost them.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Mmm.

Your car's in the parking lot.

Thank you.

There seems to be a lot of people
interested in your activities.

Why?

My father was Walter Manfred.

The name sounds familiar.

He was once a leader of the
German Social Democratic Party.

Very outspoken in his
opposition to Hitler.

Not a very healthy
position at the time.

No.

That still doesn't explain why
there's so many people after you.

I am afraid I have not been
completely open with you, Mr. Mannix.

I told you my father's
estate was not large,

but he did leave something
very valuable--

the first two chapters
of Das Kapittal.

The original?

In the handwriting of Karl Marx.

Mmm.

I've already been in contact with a
representative of the Soviet government.

They want the manuscript for
the Marx Library in Moscow.

Once they are satisfied
that it is genuine,

they will pay a great deal.

Mm-hmm.

Well, judging from what happened tonight,
they may be trying to get it for nothing.

Do you think they are the
ones who are after me?

Unless somebody else
knows that you have it.

I do not believe so.

Do you think I could
have another?

Coming right up.

Two more martinis, dry, outside.

Sure thing.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)

Uh-huh.

Okay. Thanks, Vivian.

Good morning, Peggy. Well,
there's your crossword.

Thank you. I have a complete
rundown on Lisa Ralph.

Mmm. Let's hear it,
one lie at a time.

No lies, Joe. It all checks out.

Walter Manfred was a
big wheel in Berlin,

and he was chased out by Hitler.

Died recently in Los Angeles.

Had a married daughter.
Name.. Lisa Ralph.

Lives in San Francisco, and she came
down here to settle the estate.

Hmm. Exactly as represented.

Want some coffee?
Yeah, thanks.

I don't understand why
she'd run out on you.

She must have had that
manuscript in her car,

and it must be why she was so quick
to grab the keys from her car

even though her life was in danger.. why
she was so hot to get that car back.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Good morning, Adam.
Hi, Peggy.

Come on in, Adam.

Hey, you're hard at work, I see.

Yeah. What can I do for you?

Well, I thought you two might
like to have a little chat.

Oh? About what?
About my wife.

Your wife?

Joe Mannix, meet Don Ralph.

Mr. Ralph.
Mr. Mannix.

Please, sit down.

Mr. Mannix, I think it's
possible you've already met her.

I meet a lot of people.

You'd remember her, Mr. Mannix.

Let me jog your memory
a little bit, Joe.

His wife is the one Peggy's been
making all the inquiries about.

Well, just a routine
check, Adam.

Mm-hmm. Why?

Professional curiosity. A case.

Mind telling me who
your client is?

Well, my, uh, client would
rather remain anonymous.

Mr. Mannix, ten days ago,

my wife and I came down here to
attend her father's funeral.

I went back to San Francisco, and she
stayed in town to settle the estate.

But she disappeared.. checked out of
the hotel, no forwarding address.

And, uh, you haven't been able
to come up with anything?

Well, not yet.

Mr. Ralph only reported his
wife missing this morning.

Well, uh, what took you so long, Mr.
Ralph?

Well, I wasn't alarmed at first, but
then when I didn't hear from her,

I got worried and came
back to Los Angeles.

Can you think of any reason

why your wife wouldn't get in
touch with you, Mr. Ralph?

Can you, Mr. Mannix?
No, I'm afraid I can't help you.

He's stalling, Lieutenant.
Are you, Joe?

I'm telling you the truth.

I have no idea where your wife is.
Look, Mannix, my wife is missing.

I intend to find her. If you're
hiding her, you'll pay for it!

Why don't you wait outside
for me for a second?

(SIGHS)

Come on, Joe. He's got a point.
It's his wife.

I give you my word, Adam.

I don't know where she is.

What do you think, Peggy?

I think that girl is running
from a lot of things.

Mmm.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Good morning.
Good morning.

Mrs. Ralph, my
secretary, Peggy Fair.

How do you do?
Hello.

Well, you just missed
seeing your husband.

I saw him. You didn't
tell him about me?

No.

Thank you.

Let's talk about that.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

I'm terribly sorry
about last night.

Oh, I understand.
You do?

I hope the manuscript
was in the car.

You're an extremely smart
detective, Mr. Mannix.

And I hope you found a
safe place to put it.

I did. All except for
these three pages.

I would like for you to
deliver those to the

representative of the
Soviet government.

His name is Victor
Grunyev,

and he's staying at the
penthouse at the Marina Towers.

The penthouse. Does
the Kremlin know?

Oh, he's a journalist.

Russian journalists sometimes
have lucrative sidelines.

Is he expecting me?

He's expecting me. But after
all that has happened,

I did not think it was wise to
walk straight into his hands.

No.

Will you do it?

Mm-hmm. Now, do I discuss
price with Mr. Grunyev?

Not until he is satisfied
that, uh, those are genuine.

Mmm. And where will you be?

Last night, I stayed in some
motel on Sunset Boulevard.

I don't know yet where
I'll be tonight.

Why don't we meet at the, uh,
Hide Away at 8:00, all right?

Yes.

And this time, I hope you'll be
able to stay a little longer.

I promise.

Please be careful of Grunyev.

He's not the sort of man you,
uh, want to turn your back on.

Would you like some coffee, Mr. Mannix?
No, thank you.

You mind if I have some?
Go right ahead.

You know, I'm very
particular about coffee.

Perhaps because of all the
years that I couldn't get it.

I use Santos and Java in
equal parts with cold water,

brewed very slowly.

Now, there we are.

Now, who sent you?

I told you. Lisa Ralph.
Do me a favor.

Don't continue the deception.
Is it the men from Amsterdam?

No.
Mr. Mannix, I know they're in the city.

I even know the flight number of
the aircraft that brought them.

Sorry, but it's still Mrs. Ralph.
Why would she do that?

She was doing extremely well
in our direct negotiations.

Well, maybe after yesterday,
she felt that, uh,

indirect negotiations
are a lot safer.

Yesterday?
Mm-hmm. Someone was after her.

Oh, you didn't know that.

Why? Should I?

Now, look, we're
wasting a lot of time.

I can prove I'm her
representative.

(CHUCKLES) That would be
very comforting, Mr. Mannix.

Easy now.

You understand it'll take time
to do the proper analysis?

How much time?

Call me this evening.

9:00?
Right.

Now, you understand this is a
confidential matter, Mr. Mannix?

Naturally.

The claim that my principals
make is legitimate.

However, there are a lot of other people
who also think they have a claim.

If it were known that we were
dealing to acquire the manuscript,

there might be repercussions.

Oh, we wouldn't want that.
Not in earthquake country.

(DOOR OPENS)

Adam, how awful.

Well, no. No, he's not here now.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Yes. Yes, I'll tell him.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hi, Peggy.
Hi, Joe.

What's wrong?

Adam Tobias just called.

About what?
Lisa Ralph.

What about her?
Joe, she's dead.

Adam.
Joe.

This is your fault, Mannix. If you'd told
us the truth, this wouldn't have happened!

Hey, hey, hey, take it easy.

Listen, you're upset.

Why don't you go back to your hotel?
I'll get in touch with you there, huh?

Come on.

What happened?
Well, I'd say she was strangled.

Of course, we don't
have the ME report yet.

Is it all right if I, uh...
Yeah, yeah.

Was she your client, Joe?

No, she wasn't.

Then why were you so
interested in her?

I wish I knew.

Would you care to make
that a little clearer?

I intend to, Adam.

Is that where you found the body?
No, we found it in the closet.

Robbery?
Yeah, a very special kind.

According to her husband, the only thing
of hers that's missing is a manuscript

that she recently inherited
from her father.

I thought Mrs. Ralph
lived in San Francisco.

Oh, this place isn't hers. She
was staying with a friend.

The friend's name
is Julia Stefan.

Who's the man?

No idea yet.

I'll tell you one thing, though.
Whoever did it knew Lisa Ralph.

How do you figure that?
Living room hasn't been touched.

The only signs of a
struggle are in here.

So whoever did it came in here
without any protest from Lisa.

Like a friend.

Like a friend.

Her real name is Julia Stefan,
and the apartment is hers.

Find out how long she's lived there
and anything else you can about her.

Get right on it.
You're gonna have to do better than that.

I want to know everything by
the time I meet her tonight.

You don't expect her to keep that date?
8:00 on the button.

If I were her, I'd be heading for
the hills wearing a false beard.

She still needs me to
complete her business deal.

What if she decides to complete
her business deal herself?

If she's not there by 8:05, I'll
get on the horn to Homicide.

You want another one?
No, thanks.

You, uh, waiting for someone?

Not anymore.

Lieutenant Tobias, please.

Adam?

(CHUCKLES) Well, I've been kind
of expecting this call, Joe.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Joe, you still there?

Listen, Adam, uh, why don't
we have lunch tomorrow?

Is that what you called me for?

Yeah, sure. Why shouldn't
I invite you for lunch?

You're good company, Adam.
Look, I'll see you tomorrow.

(LINE CLICKS)

I'd about given you up.

I.. I was outside
waiting at 8:00.

I had to be sure no
one was with you.

Mmm. Like the police?

Yes.
Then you know about Lisa.

I heard about it on the radio.

I didn't do it, Joe.

Two more of the same, outside.

I suppose I should introduce
myself all over again.

That's not necessary.

Your name is Julia Stefan.

You've lived in Los
Angeles for about a year.

Before that, in San Francisco, where
you met your friend, Lisa Ralph.

All I told you about
Lisa was true.

Except you're not Lisa.

And it was your friend, Lisa, who
was having the marital problems.

You've learned a great deal.

Not enough.

When Lisa left her husband,
she came to my place to hide

until she sold the manuscript.

She was going to get one hundred
thousand dollars for it.

She wanted me to help her.

And she was going to pay
you for helping her?

Not in money.

The only thing I wanted from the
Russians was my husband's freedom.

Thank you.

That, uh, photograph
in your apartment--

that's your husband?

Yes. Eric Stefan, the author.

He wrote Extermination.

Yes, I remember.

The, uh, Soviet government
didn't like it very much.

They arrested him as
an enemy of the state.

There was a trial, of course.

The verdict was that anyone
who could write such a book

must be insane.

So they put him
away in an asylum.

He's been there for years,

all alone in a cell.

And you, uh, love him very much?

No. No, I don't.

It has been so many
years since I saw him.

It is as if he--

what we had never existed.

How can you love someone
who does not exist?

But he does exist.

He is a great man.

He must have his freedom.
I owe him that.

Mmm.

And, uh, Lisa was going
to make his freedom

one of the conditions
of the sale?

Yes, she promised.

Why didn't you tell me
all this last night?

Yesterday, Grunyev was
going to see Lisa.

She was nervous about having the
manuscript in the apartment,

so she asked me to
put it in the car

and go away until the
deal was finished.

That was the last
time I saw her.

Why would you attempt to go ahead
with the deal on your own?

Unless I already knew
that Lisa was dead?

Is that what you are thinking?

That's what most
people would think.

I was afraid that Lisa's husband

would find out about
the manuscript.

I knew what he was like.

He would not have cared about
Eric in prison. Only the money.

So I went ahead on my own.

You do believe me, don't you?

I'm trying to.

Please trust me

as I am going to trust you.

This key is to a locker in the
bus depot at Santa Monica.

The rest of the
manuscript is there.

After you've arranged
for Eric's release,

I will go with you to the police

and help you to find
out who killed Lisa.

All right, Julia.

I'm at the Regent
Motel, near the park.

Bungalow number five.

I'll wait for you there.

I'll be there as soon as
I finish with Grunyev.

I expect you to telephone
before coming here, Mr. Mannix.

Let's just call it an oversight?

Now, listen, we
are beginning our

negotiations on the basis
of mutual distrust.

It's par for the
course these days.

Perhaps you're right.

All right. I won't pretend.

The three pages you left
with me are genuine,

obviously from the
original manuscript.

However, what happened to Mrs. Ralph
yesterday changes everything.

You see, my principal doesn't
want to deal with murderers.

Are you accusing me of murder?

You told me you represent
her, and now she is dead.

Does it matter who
my principal is

as long as you get the
genuine manuscript?

How do I know you have it, Mr.
Mannix?

I had the three pages.

All right. That's true.

I won't argue with you.

The manuscript is valuable
to us, but there's a limit.

How much do you want?

One hundred thousand dollars
for the estate of Lisa Ralph

and the freedom of Eric Stefan.

Eric Stefan?
Mm-hmm.

Why? The man is a
raving lunatic.

Do you know that it would
be unsafe to release him?

Oh, I think this country will take
a chance on that kind of a madman.

Hmm.

I suppose it has occurred to you, Mr.
Mannix,

that I might just
take the manuscript

and refuse to release
Eric Stefan?

Yeah, the thought
has occurred to me.

However, I intend to take
certain precautions.

Such as?
We'll discuss that at our next meeting.

(CHUCKLES) Where will that be, Mr.
Mannix?

I'll call you in an
hour and let you know.

Oh, and, uh,

be sure and bring the
three pages, comrade.

We rent the safe-deposit
box jointly,

we both sign the signature
card, and we both have keys.

That way, neither one of us can open the
box without the other being present.

You don't trust me?
Mmm.

♪♪ (LIEUTENANT TOBIAS WHISTLING)

Oh, lunch. I forgot all about that.
Sorry, Adam.

Yeah, well, we'll make
it some other time.

Social visit?
Antisocial.

Oh. Well, uh, come on in.

(SIGHS) Joe--

Oh, it's that time
of the month again.

Look, I'm a detective--
And a very good one, Adam.

Thank you. A detective is
supposed to detect things.

That's what I'm paid to do.
So?

So Lisa Ralph was killed in her
friend Julia Stefan's apartment

by somebody who was
probably a friend.

Now, Julia has been missing ever since,
along with a very valuable manuscript,

and I think it's possible
that you know where Julia is,

because it's also possible
that she's your client.

And if she is, you're
walkin' on eggs.

Come on, Adam. I'm sure
my client is innocent.

You pretty sure, or
are you dead sure?

Dead sure.
Yeah.

This was found in Julia Stefan's
apartment near the body.

Those things usually
come in pairs.

Ever see the mate?

Not dead sure now, are you?

Not even pretty sure.

Why did you bring me here?

Well, sometimes with the
night sky and the trees,

people feel like talking--
really talking.

About what?

The truth.

But I told you the truth, Joe.

No, you haven't, Julia.

You told me that you hadn't been back to
your apartment the night of the murder.

That was a lie.

When you came to my place, you
were wearing one earring.

As soon as you discovered
that, you took it off, fast.

The, uh, missing earring was
found at your apartment.

I know it is probably too late,

but I'd like to tell you
the whole story now.

Sorry, Julia. It
is a little late.

But I didn't kill her. I couldn't.
She was my friend.

Not even for that manuscript
to free your husband?

I didn't do it, Joe.

All right. Help me
find out who did it.

Now, you said you'd go
to the police as soon

as this thing was
arranged with Grunyev.

But if it comes out in the newspaper
that I'm connected with this case,

Grunyev may not go
through with the deal.

It won't come out.

Lieutenant Tobias will keep
your part in it quiet.

I don't want to
go to the police.

Please, Joe, let me tell
you what really happened.

You can tell Tobias.

I'm afraid I might
believe you again.

What if I don't go with you?

You don't have a choice, Julia.

I was trying to help you, Adam. I
brought her in for questioning.

So what do you do? You book her
and you throw her into a cell!

I had to. I think she
killed Lisa Ralph.

And I say she didn't.

Why? Because she's got a romantic
accent and a good set of legs?

Evidence says she did it.

DA's office agrees. She had
both motive and opportunity,

and in my league that's a
pretty good batting average.

What about Lisa's husband?

He had just as good a motive to want to
get that manuscript before she left him.

Yeah. That's a nice try, but
he's also got a good alibi.

He didn't get to town
until after the murder,

and the passenger list on the Monday
morning flight confirms that.

Well, uh, what about that guy
that was chasing Julia on Sunday?

If anybody chased her.

Oh, you mean she staged the whole thing
herself.. chased herself up a hill,

then left her car and came running
to me to put herself into the clear?

You said it. I didn't. Listen, a
clever woman might do exactly that.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Tobias.

Yeah. Thanks. Send her in.

I had Julia Stefan sent over so
you could talk to her privately.

Well, thanks for
that, anyway, Adam.

Julia, I'm sorry.

I'd, uh, like to
hear your story--

the one I wouldn't
listen to last night.

Aren't you afraid you
might still believe it?

Probably will, but that's
a risk I'd like to take.

All right.

I did go back to my
apartment that day.

At first, I.. I thought
Lisa had gone out.

I started to change my clothes.

I got as far as taking
off one earring

when I noticed the
bedroom was messed up,

like there had been a struggle.

That's when I found
Lisa in the closet.

I panicked and ran out.

That's when I must have
dropped my earring.

Julia, why didn't you level
with me from the first?

I knew I would be suspected of
it because of the manuscript.

I didn't know if you
would have believed me.

I would have believed you, Julia.
I believe you now.

There's not much future in
it except on visiting days.

I want you to think
positive thoughts.

I went to see Grunyev
again this morning.

Your husband will soon be free.

Mmm.

Life drives a hard bargain.

Eric will gain his freedom,

and I lose mine.

Not for long. Not
if I can help it.

Well, the timetable is as follows.
Eric Stefan will be flown to Vienna.

The announcement will merely say that
he is being released from the asylum

because he has
recovered his health.

There must be no mention of
the manuscript whatever.

The motive of my government
is humanitarian only.

That way, things are going to
be more pleasant for everybody.

Except for Julia.

You still think that she's innocent?
That's right.

But she had so much to gain from
the possession of the manuscript.

So did a lot of others.
You, for instance.

That's true.

Someone was chasing Julia

when she was driving
Lisa Ralph's car--

someone who probably
thought she was Lisa.

That's correct. I'm the man.

You see, I had an
appointment with her.

When I came to her apartment,
I saw her car driving away.

I assumed that she was in it, so I
followed her and tried to stop her.

I didn't realize until much later
that it wasn't Lisa at all.

You don't seem very convinced, Mr.
Mannix.

No.

Now, Mr. Mannix,

we are partners for the moment,

and I think that partners ought to
believe in each other, don't you think?

Why did you continue to follow Julia
when you knew she was the wrong woman?

I was simply curious about
what she was up to.

Mmm.

You see, she went back
to her apartment.

Shortly thereafter,
she came out again,

and then she went to your place.

And I became very curious

about your connection
in the matter.

You must sympathize with me, because
there have been a lot of people

claiming to have that
manuscript, you know.

It has been rather confusing.
Who else claimed to have it?

There was a man last Saturday. He
assured me that he could deliver it.

Who is he?

Never saw him before. The name
he gave me was probably false.

Uh, maybe if I could
see his picture.

What picture?

Well, you take photographs of everyone
that comes in here, don't you?

Or is it only the
important ones?

(CHUCKLES)

You amuse me, Mr. Mannix.

Clever people always amuse me.

You're right.

Here is your picture.

Very flattering.

And this is a picture of the man
who came to see me on Saturday.

Do you know him?

We've met.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Shall we go after him?

No.

He's the key to the manuscript.

Let him do the work for us.

(TIRES SCREECH)

WOMAN ON P.A. SYSTEM: ...Flight
152 now arriving at Gate 14.

Southeastern Airways Flight 152

now arriving at Gate 14.

Mr. Ralph?

What do you want?
I think we'd better talk.

I don't have to talk to you.
You're a private detective.

You have no authority
to bother me.

Okay, here I am. This
better be convincing.

You told me I was in
the clear, Lieutenant.

You told me it was all
right if I went back home.

It is all right unless Mr.
Mannix here can change my mind.

His alibi isn't an
alibi at all, Adam.

He didn't arrive in Los Angeles
the day after the murder.

He arrived before the murder.

He found his wife and learned that she
had inherited a valuable manuscript,

and he started to make
arrangements to sell it.

Can you prove that?
I can.

You better go ahead.

Sunday, Mr. Ralph
went to see his wife.

She wouldn't give him the
manuscript, so he killed her.

But he couldn't find the
manuscript in the apartment

because it was in Lisa's car.

So he drove back to San Francisco,
and then he returned to Los Angeles

on the first flight the next
morning to establish an alibi.

And to make it look even better, he asked
the police to help find his missing wife.

You said you had proof of all this.
He can't prove anything.

The day before you
killed her.. Saturday,

when you claimed you
were in San Francisco--

you were here in Los Angeles
with a man named Grunyev,

trying to sell your
wife's manuscript.

He identified you
from a photograph,

and he's prepared to
testify that he was here.

Okay, Mr. Ralph, let's go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Drop it, Ralph!

We can't pin
anything on him now.

I couldn't have pinned
anything on him before, Adam.

I was bluffing. Grunyev
never would have testified.

He would have denied everything
rather than embarrass his government.

As an international
political authority,

would you care to give us your views
on the release of Eric Stefan?

Yes, of course. Let me point
out that Eric Stefan,

although he has criticized our
government rather heavily in the past,

is being released
unconditionally.

I think this ought
to be considered

a purely humanitarian gesture
on the part of my government.

But I think very importantly,
it's a further indication

of the easing of tensions
between East and West.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I believe we have an appointment, Mr.
Mannix.

When I've seen Eric Stefan.

He'll be here in a few minutes.
His aircraft just arrived.

I'm told that his
health is satisfactory.

If it is, we'll go to the bank.

I'll be waiting.

(AIRCRAFT APPROACHING)

Joe.

What did they do to him?

Give him time.

He'll change. He'll come back.

Mr. Stefan, may I ask
you some questions?