Original subtitles

(Man) Okay, on your toes. There you go!

That's the way. Pick it up.

Come on, stretch. Stretch first.

Way to go. Hit one.

Mr. Thomas...

Okay, man on first and second.

Get two.

(Steve) Okay, let's go.

I got it, you guys.

That's it, boys. That's it for today.

Fellows, hold it a second.

Now, tomorrow, everybody on time.

Right? (Boys) Yeah.

All right, fellas, we've got a lot of work to do

if we're going to win this championship, right?

Yeah. Okay, boys, hit the road.

Sleep well. Okay, now don't be late, you guys.

On time.

Hey, don't be late.

Okay, see you.

We can beat those guys.

I just know we can.

Right on, kid, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. See ya, Coach.

Bye.

Bye.

♪ (THEME) ♪

(Steve) Okay, now, keep your eye on the ball.

That's good.

Come on, you're stepping back too far.

Get up closer. Come on.

You're swinging too wide.

Mannix s5e07 Run Till Dark

Hi, fellows. Hi.

I'm looking for a Mr. Brewster.

Are you Joe Mannix? That's right.

I'm Steve Brewster, sir.

You're the one that called my answering service?

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

It's about Lee Thomas, Mr. Mannix.

He's disappeared.

He'd never miss an important practice unless something happened to him.

We're playing for the league championship next week.

He told us-- Now wait a minute, take it easy.

Just who is Lee Thomas?

Our manager.

We called the place where he works and found out he didn't show up today.

He didn't get home last night either.

We called the police, and they took his description.

They said they'd put him on the list of missing persons,

but there must be a million of those.

Mr. Mannix, we chipped in all we could,

and some of us can get some more from our parents.

Now, why don't you hang onto that for the time being,

at least until we find out if I can help you.

Now, uh, when was the last time you saw Mr. Thomas?

Yesterday.

He was putting the equipment away in the other building.

Want me to show you?

Yeah. Okay.

Keep going, you guys. Five swings for everyone.

Come on.

Now, the last time you saw Mr. Thomas yesterday was when he was coming in here.

Yes, sir.

What time was that?

A few minutes before six, just when we were going home.

Is it blood, Mr. Mannix?

Why don't you kids go on back to practice.

I'll let you know if I come up with anything, huh?

Okay. Okay.

(OBJECT RATTLES)

Well, we had a number of accidents and injuries admitted last night.

Now, what kind did you have in mind?

I'm not sure, but it happened near here.

Do you know if anybody was brought in from the park area,

where the kids' baseball field is?

Park, park, park, park...

Yes, here it is.

Henry Smith, male Caucasian,

22:08 hours.

That's eight minutes after 10:00 P. M.

Ambulance case?

No, no, a couple found him lying in the parking area

and brought him in by car.

Do you have any idea who they were?

No, they didn't leave their names.

Well, what about the doctor that treated him?

Yes, Dr. Jackson.

I wonder if I might talk to him.

Yes, I saw him going down to the doctors' lounge a few minutes ago.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Yeah, I remember the man.

Compound fracture of the right radius, a few contusions.

Lost a bit of blood. Nothing serious.

Cream and sugar in your coffee? No, thanks.

Do you have any idea how he was hurt, Doc?

Hit-and-run, he said.

Hm, I'd like to see him.

I'm afraid you can't, Mr. Mannix.

Why not? He's gone.

Gone?

He couldn't wait to get to a phone last night.

Some of his relatives came by and picked him up in a private ambulance.

Tell me, Doc, uh,

did he have any other injuries besides those you mentioned?

A few facial bruises, nothing serious.

Wouldn't you say he was pretty lucky--

I mean, for a hit-and-run victim?

Yeah, I'd say he was lucky,

but then you never know in hit-and-runs.

(Woman on P.A.) Doctor Jackson.

Doctor Jackson, please. Oh, that's me.

Sorry I couldn't be more help to you, Mr. Mannix.

Yes, uh-huh.

Thanks, Vivien.

Ciao.

The license number's registered to a Harry Osborn.

Address.. Marlboro Arms, in Santa Monica.

Harry Osborn.

Well, well, well.

You know him, Joe?

I used to before they locked him up. I heard he got out a couple of months ago.

Is he a criminal?

He's a button man for the syndicate.

A button man.. what does a button man do?

Anything he's paid to do.

I think I'll just return these to Mr. Osborn.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) Yeah?

It's Joe Mannix. I want to talk to you.

What about? I've got your car keys, Harry.

Shove 'em under the door. I'll mail you a tip.

I also want to talk to you about your accident.

Uh, just a second, Mannix. I'll be right with you.

Come on in, Mannix. The door's unlocked.

There you are, Harry. Drop them on the table.

How'd you know about my accident?

I'm a baseball fan.

Oh, you look terrible, Harry. How'd it happen?

Car hit me. In the locker room?

Don't hassle me, Mannix. I'm warning you.

Where's Lee Thomas? Who?

If I find out something happened to him, Harry--

Beat it. I'll be back.

Beat it, Mannix.

You know, you're going to get in trouble with your parole officer.

What are you talking about?

You shouldn't read a loaded magazine.

Three points.

(PHONE RINGING) You don't take chances you don't win.

You should have picked up the eight of clubs.

Yeah.

Joe Mannix was just here asking about Lee Thomas.

Yeah? What'd you tell him?

Nothing.

What do you think I am, stupid?

You want me to answer that after yesterday?

I don't know how much Mannix has picked up so far,

but if he finds out about the kid, we're in trouble.

I'll get on it this time.

Did you check his room for a note or anything?

Mm-hm. You know, I don't think he even slept there last night,

and all his clothes are still there, too.

You'll call me if you hear anything, won't you, Mr. Bryant?

I'll call you, Barbara. Thank you.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

Maybe.

My name is Joe Mannix. I'm a private investigator.

Something wrong?

Well, I'm looking for a Lee Thomas.

So am I. He's gone.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, 4:00 yesterday afternoon. He left for the park.

Crazy about baseball. He manages a kid's team.

What else can you tell me about him? Why? Is he in trouble?

I won't really know until I find him.

Well, I can't tell you much, Mr. Mannix.

He's pleasant, but kind of quiet,

and he never talked much about himself.

How long has he worked for you?

Oh, seven or eight months.

Good mechanic, great hands.

Any idea where he's from?

No.

But he never gave me a minute's trouble.

He did his work, never watched a clock.

I can't pay him what he's worth, but I let him sleep upstairs.

There's a room and bath up there.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Uh, not that I know of.

I wonder if I might borrow a wrench or some tool

that might have his fingerprints on it.

Why?

Well, Lee Thomas didn't exist up till eight months ago.

That's when they issued his Social Security number.

You figured he changed his name, huh?

It looks that way.

Well, if his prints are on file, we'll find him,

and if I can put a name to him, maybe I can help him.

Well, his toolbox is over there on the bench.

This one?

Yeah, that's the one.

(RINGING)

Don't pick it up till I tell you.

All right, lady, now.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Hi, Peggy, I'm on my way in. Anything new?

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Uh, you had a couple of calls, sir, but nothing urgent.

Uh, thanks, Peggy. I'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

Very good. You're a smart girl.

So far.

Just don't try and get stupid when he gets here.

Okay?

It's after 10 minutes. What's keeping him?

I don't know.

Come on, sit down over here, will you? You're making me nervous.

(FOOTSTEPS PASSING)

Stay the way you are.

Look out, Joe!

(GUN FIRES)

That's it. Freeze!

You all right, Peggy?

Yes.

All right, take them downtown and book them.

You're a very smart girl, Peggy.

Everyone's been telling me that.

I wasn't sure you'd understand.

Well, anytime you start calling me Mr. Mannix or sir, I know something's wrong.

What were they after anyway?

One of them said they wanted some answers,

and if Joe gave them to them, he wouldn't get hurt.

I could use some answers myself.

I don't even know the questions yet.

Peggy called the DMV this morning, looking for an address on Harry Osborn.

Now these two goons pay you a visit.

What are you working on, Joe? A missing person.

And there are quite a few people who want to know his whereabouts.

And does this missing person have a name?

Well, he doesn't go by the name his mother gave him, but this might help.

It should have his fingerprints on it.

(Malcolm) Robert Warren--

convicted on one count of possession of heroin,

sentenced one to five years in a Federal Correctional Institution,

Terminal Island, California,

served one year, eight months,

paroled October three of last year.

Anything else? Yeah.

He's wanted for parole violation.

He never even made the first report to the parole officer.

Just dropped out of sight the day he got out.

And became Lee Thomas.

Any of the pieces fitting into place in that puzzle of yours?

I don't get you.

One.. there's Harry Osborn,

who worked for Charlie Larrabee and probably still does.

Then we've got those two hoods who tried to jump you in your office.

Now, we've got this Lee Thomas,

who served time at Terminal Island with Larrabee, who's still there.

Now, why is Thomas on the run?

That is what I'm trying to find out.

Do you think he could have double-crossed Larrabee?

First offender, no previous records? Not likely.

Uh, stranger things have happened, Joe.

The kid was in on a narcotics rap,

and Larrabee had the biggest heroin distribution setup on the coast.

Nobody double-crosses Larrabee,

which is probably just what your missing person is finding out.

Maybe you're right.

Could have been a contract out on Lee Thomas

the minute he walked out that prison gate,

and it's taken this long for Larrabee's boys to catch up with him.

Also, nobody with any sense

interferes with Larrabee,

not even successful private investigators.

Meaning what?

Meaning, why don't you leave this to us?

Maybe I don't want to let my clients down.

Clients? You mean there's more than one? Nine.

Mixed up with racketeers.

I just don't believe it, Mr. Mannix. You don't know him.

You'd better tell me all you know about him, Mr. Bryant.

They're looking for him.

If they find him before I do, they'll kill him.

Well, I guess you ought to talk to Barbara.

The girlfriend you said he didn't have?

Barbara Joyce. I.. I just didn't want to get her involved.

I don't know where he is, I tell you. I don't have any idea.

You'd better start getting an idea, Sweetheart, and pretty soon.

I'm a busy man.

I don't have the time or the patience for this thing, if you know what I mean!

I'm telling you the truth! (KNOCK ON DOOR)

(WHISPERS) Come here.

Now you get rid of whoever it is.

Miss Joyce?

L-I'm very sorry. I'm busy right now.

My name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you about Lee Thomas.

Some other time, please, Mr. Mannix.

It's very important.

He could be in very serious trouble.

It doesn't have anything to do with me.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

(Coley) Where's Lee Thomas?

Please, I told you I don't know. I haven't heard from him.

(Coley) We'll find him anyhow.

Why waste time? All we want to do is talk to him.

I've told you over and over again. I don't know where he is.

Look, Thomas liked you.

He wouldn't go away without telling you where he went.

Well, he didn't.

He hasn't called, and I don't know where he is.

Look, I'm not leaving until I find out.

I don't know how much of this you can take!

(Barbara gasps)

Miss Joyce? I'm all right.

Looks like you got a big one this time.

Mel Coley-- another one of Larrabee's boys.

We'll send him up to join his boss.

Are you kidding? I'll be out on the street in two hours.

Take him downtown.

Miss Joyce, if you feel all right, I'd like you to come downtown.

I have a report on Lee Thomas I'd like you to read.

Did you finish it?

Yes.

Well, Miss Joyce?

If Lee was in prison, it was a mistake. He's not a criminal.

But he didn't tell you his real identity, did he?

He must have had a good reason.

He would have told me sooner or later. I know he would.

Barbara, he was in prison with Charlie Larrabee,

the man we told you about.

Now, he must have done something

to get Larrabee mad enough to send people out to try and kill him.

I knew there was something wrong all along.

I knew there was something he was holding back.

He didn't tell you any of it?

(MOUTHS)

I wish he would have. It wouldn't have made any difference.

Lee is a good man.

I don't care what he's suspected of, he's a good man.

He's not a criminal.

Were you going to be married?

We didn't talk about that.

But he loves me.

And he knows I love him.

I just wish there was something I could do to help him.

There is, Miss Joyce.

Get him to turn himself in.

But he'll go back to prison for parole violation.

At least that's better than being hunted down.

But he'll be killed in prison by that-- that man Larrabee.

We can arrange for protective custody. He'll be safe.

I don't know where he is. I haven't heard from him.

He has no one else.

If he tries to reach anyone, Barbara, it'll be you.

If you get a letter or a phone call,

would you let Lieutenant Malcolm or me know right away.

Yes.

You'll keep looking for him, won't you?

Sure.

Oh, Miss Joyce, there'll be a patrol car stopping by your apartment

from time to time just in case.

Thank you.

I don't know what more I can tell you about the boy, Joe.

He seemed out of place here.

He was no criminal. At least, I didn't think so.

Well, I guess I was wrong.

Warden, do you think he knew Charlie Larrabee?

Possibly. They were in the same cell block.

And he was released October third.

Saturday. It was a day to remember.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Yes? Send him in.

Larrabee.

You sent for me, Warden?

Yes, Larrabee.

Long time, Charlie.

You here on a visit, Mannix, or did they finally catch up to you?

Sit down, Larrabee.

Mr. Mannix wants to ask you a few questions.

Yes, sir.

What do you know about Lee Thomas?

Never heard of him. How about Robert Warren?

Yeah, sounds familiar. It ought to.

He did better than a year and a half here

in your cell block.

Narcotics rap.

Yeah, shortstop. Played on the baseball team.

Punk. He doesn't work for you?

Him? What would I need him for?

Then why are your boys after him?

Boys, what boys? Come on, Charlie.

Now, look, Mannix.

The minute that kid walked out of here, I didn't give him a second thought.

He's got problems, they're his own.

My hands are clean.

I've served nine out of 12 years. I'm up for parole next month.

Now, why would I want to make waves?

So you're getting out, huh?

Good behavior.

Anything else, Warden? Joe?

No.

See you next month, Mannix... outside.

Warden, you said when that kid got out, it was a day to remember.

Why? We had a suicide.

Tiger Banks, Larrabee's right-hand man.

We found him in the shower room.

He was dead from an overdose of heroin,

smuggled into the prison.

You sure it was suicide?

Yes.

Tiger Banks knew too much about drugs

to accidentally give himself an overdose of heroin.

An impressive character, this Tiger Banks,

38 arrests, two convictions.

And he was due for a parole review only two months after he died.

Now, why would he kill himself?

Well, it could have been an accidental overdose.

The needle was found in his hand.

Somebody else could have put it there.

Somebody like Lee Thomas?

Well, it sure adds up to a good reason

for him to jump parole and change his name the day Tiger Banks died.

And Larrabee's men have been after him ever since.

Yeah, what motives would the kid have to kill Banks?

I didn't say he did. I don't know.

We'll just have to keep digging.

(PHONE RINGS)

Malcolm.

Hi, Peggy, yeah, he's here. Hold on.

Yeah, Peggy.

Joe, a Willie Small just called.

He wants to see you. He says it's urgent.

Willie Small.. you know him?

An informer. Reliable?

So far. Where and when, Peggy?

At the Commodore's Cap.

It's a saloon down in Redondo Beach. Right now.

On my way.

♪ (blues) ♪

Beer.

Thank you.

Mr. Mannix? That's right.

Willie Small.

What've you got, Willie?

Information for sale.

About what?

About the kid.

What'll it cost?

Cost you a C note.

If it's something I don't already know.

All right.

The kid knocked off Tiger Banks.

When? Last year.

The same day he got outta Terminal Island.

Tiger Banks is on the books as a suicide.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, sure.

The kid and him--

Well, Tiger got kind of fond of the kid,

told him he could use him on the outside,

and he also told him about some H that belonged to Charlie Larrabee,

20 pounds of heroin.

20. On the street that's two million bucks.

You mean, the kid and Tiger Banks were double-crossing Larrabee?

That's what I hear. We got a deal?

So far.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

Keep talking.

Well, the kid,

he got greedy, and he wanted the whole bundle,

so he shoved the Tiger into a corner

in the shower room and shot him full of an overdose.

And that's why Larrabee's boys are after him?

Why else?

The stuff ain't turned up any place.

And if it did, Larrabee would know about it in 15 minutes.

So the kid still has the stuff?

Oh, Mannix, come on. Come on.

I have already stuck my neck out 10 feet.

I earned that C note twice over.

Does Larrabee figure the kid still has the stuff?

They trailed him for a week.

When he wasn't in the garage, he was hanging around with kids.

So where could the stuff be?

(GUN FIRES)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

You set me up, didn't you?

Didn't you, Willie boy?

I had to. Mannix, I had to.

They would have killed me. One of Larrabee's boys?

Yeah, yeah. Harry Osborn.

There never was any heroin, was there?

Was there?

I don't know. Honest, I don't know.

What did they pay you? Two hundred.

Listen, I got to get out of town.

But I do have some information for you. I think you'll want it.

And it's on the up and up, this time. And it's free, absolutely free.

But you've got to let me go.

Go ahead.

They want the kid real bad.

They put a tap on the girl's phone.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Hi, honey. How are you?

(GASPS) Lee. Oh, Lee, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I miss you.

Oh, Lee, I miss you. I miss you so much.

(Lee) Don't cry.

(Barbara) Lee, the police were here.

Anybody else? Yes.

Yes, a man tried to make me tell him where you were.

Did he give you a bad time? Oh, it doesn't matter now.

Lee, where are you? Can I help you?

No. I just called to say good-bye

and to tell you that I love you.

Lee, listen, I don't care what they say you've done.

I just want to be with you.

Look, it's no use.

I've got to hang up.

Just remember one thing.

I first told you that I loved you on Valentine's Day, remember?

Yes, yes, Valentine's Day.

I still feel exactly the same way as I did then.

So do I. Good-bye.

Good-bye. (clicks)

"Valentine's Day."

Could be some kind of code.

Yes, she's putting on her jacket.

We'd better get over there and find out where she's headed.

We want to talk to you.

(SCREAMS)

What's going on here?

Call an ambulance.

Hello, Barbara.

How are you?

Oh, well, I've got a couple of sprained ankles.

My head hurts.

Other than that, I'm fine.

You'll be out of here in no time.

Well, that's what the doctor says.

Lee phoned.

Did he tell you where he was?

No, not directly, but from something he said, I think I know.

Something he said?

Do you think anybody else would know what he meant?

No. Why?

Your phone was tapped. That's why those men came after you.

If I tell you where he is, will you go talk to him?

I mean, just you, no police?

All I can do is try and convince him that he's got to give himself up.

I can't protect him from the law, Barbara.

You've got to trust me.

He said, "Valentine's Day."

We went to Flowerland in the Valley.

He bought me an African Violet plant. It's in my apartment.

Funny, I never did like African violets until then.

Try not to worry too much, huh?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

One more time.

Valentine's Day.

"Val--" that doesn't mean a thing to me.

I gave the wife a box of chocolates, that's all.

What did they do that day, the kid and his girl?

Six months ago. How should I know?

You'd better ,come up with something or we're going to pay a visit to your wife,

and it won't be to give her a box of chocolates.

No, please.

She doesn't know any more than I do.

Hey. Maybe a present, like he said?

What're you talking about?

Maybe the kid gave the dame a present for Valentine's Day.

Yeah. What was it?

A plant, just a plant.

"Flowerland."

Lee?

Lee Thomas.

Hold it!

Take it easy, Lee. Barbara sent me.

She told you where I was, just like that?

She told me you weren't a criminal, and I was counting on her being right.

Who are you? Joe Mannix, a private investigator.

My identification is in my pocket.

Turn around. Turn around!

I'm more interested in this.

Now look, I could've brought the police with me.

I was afraid you might try and shoot your way out and get yourself killed.

Turn around.

Now listen to me, Lee.

Barbara would have met you herself, but she got hurt.

What do you mean, hurt?

She was on her way here when she fell off a fire escape,

trying to get away from Larrabee's men.

How bad is she?

She's all right.

Next time she might not be so lucky.

As long as Larrabee knows she might contact you, she's in trouble.

So she hired you?

No. A baseball team did.

They're worried about you, too.

All right, Mannix,

how can you help me?

You've got to quit running.

You can't get away from Larrabee, and you know it,

especially since he's getting out next month.

Well, in or out, he's right on my neck.

You've got to give yourself up.

No chance. If I do, I'm dead.

Why? Because you killed Tiger Banks with an overdose

and made it look like suicide?

Me? That's funny.

Maybe you ought to let me in on the joke.

Because I didn't kill Tiger Banks, but I saw who did.

Now, Mannix, you listen to me.

The day I got out,

I walked into the shower room to get cleaned up

before I changed into my civvies,

and there was Tiger Banks lying on the floor.

Charlie Larrabee had the needle, and I saw him put it in Tiger Banks's hand.

Now, Larrabee turned, and he looked me right in the eye,

and I knew what would happen.

And I ran, and I have been running ever since.

(GUN FIRES)

Behind the wall.

Larrabee's boys.

What do we do?

While I draw them off, you work your way around to the gate,

call the police.

I'll meet you at the bridge.

Looks like they separated.

Make sure no one gets through that gate.

I'll take care of Mannix.

(GUN FIRES)

Drop the gun, Mannix.

Drop it.

Move out.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

Nice work, Mannix.

Did you get through to the police?

Yeah, I talked to a Lieutenant Malcolm.

He's on his way.

Yeah, he's gonna be happy to find out

Larrabee won't be getting out of prison next month.

Or ever.

Honey. (MOANS)

Lee.

Lee. Oh, oh...

Okay.

Honey, how do you feel?

Oh, I'm just fine.

I'm just fine.

I'm going to have company around the clock,

just until the trial.

It was the District Attorney's idea.

It's going to be all right, believe me.

What about the game tomorrow?

The boys are counting on you.

I'll be there tomorrow.

In fact, I've got a pretty good stand-in for practice today.

All right, Men, there's a runner on third.

The play is at home. On your toes.

That's the way to hustle. Okay.

All right. Second base is the play.

Here we go. (Steve) All right.

That's the way to hustle, gang. Come on.

That's it. Bring it home. Bring it home.

That's the way to hustle. All right.

There's a man on first. Let's get two.