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Mannix s6e01 The Open Web

(doorbell buzzing)

Hi, Joe.

Ken! Come on in!

Crazy time of night to be dropping by,

but I saw your light on.

Hey, anytime. What's new?

You ready for this? I finally made it.

Tomorrow I report to the detective division.

Oh, that's great, Ken. Congratulations.

Well, you know who I have to thank.

Sure, a lot of guys.

Mostly one guy, Joe.

If you hadn't showed up in a dark alley one rainy night,

why, they'd be promoting a dead man.

You know, when a guy makes detective,

he deserves 12-year-old Scotch,

not this stuff I give to the paying customers.

(buzzing)

I'll get it, Joe.

Thanks, Ken.

Move out!

Out!

Roarke...

I thought you'd be alone.

You should be dead, Mannix.

That was supposed to be me, Art.

A combination of bad light and lousy thinking

of the judge that cut Roarke loose on bail.

Yeah, I'd heard through the grapevine he was gunning for me.

I thought it was just talk.

What would you have done differently if you believed it?

I don't know, Art. Something.

It had to happen, Joe.

You spoiled a half a million dollar heist

when you nailed Roarke in that getaway car.

He was just trying to make points with his pals.

How do I explain that to Ken Gordon?

All right, get him out of here.

I... I'd like to see my lawyer.

Yeah, I know.

Thanks, man.

Joe?

Yeah.

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Joe?

Joe?

(moans quietly)

I guess I didn't make it upstairs.

Is there anything I can do?

(sighs deeply)

No, Peggy. It's all done.

There's nothing anyone could do.

I'll get the day started.

Peggy, uh, how old was he, 28?

The news said he was 29.

Young for a detective.

Yeah, for a dead detective.

I'll take care of the flowers, Joe.

Oh, uh, Peggy,

Ken had a sister in, uh... Pittsburgh.

Maybe you can find out when she's coming in,

meet the plane, huh?

I'll be there.

(phone rings)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Well, you can pretty well guess.

I'll see.

For me?

Art Malcolm.

Hello, Art.

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You did?

About what?

And what do you make of it, Art?

Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll be right over there,

soon as I get cleaned up.

Roarke, he says he want to talk.

That doesn't sound like him.

I know.

What does he want to talk to you about?

He didn't say.

Joe, you know he's capable of doing anything.

Yeah, don't worry, Peggy.

He's gonna pay.

How could I represent a client so dumb

that he would go after Joe Mannix.

Stop crying. You're being well paid.

I suppose you instructed your client not to talk?

That would depend of what you wanted to discuss, Lieutenant.

I won't permit him to incriminate himself, no.

He won't have to.

He killed a police officer in cold blood.

You don't think he had the right to defend himself.

That's your plea, self-defense?

That's a little far out, isn't it?

Why is that?

Mr. Roarke went to Mr. Mannix's office

to chat about the circumstance of their last meeting.

The door was opened by an officer

who immediately drew his gun.

It was still in his holster after the shooting.

There was nobody present to see you put it back

in the officer's holster after the shooting.

Only me. I saw that.

Save it for the jury, Roarke.

You're going to need all the defense you can get.

Hold it, Joe.

You sent word down that you were ready to talk.

So far I haven't heard anything worth the elevator ride.

You change your mind?

What's that all about? You didn't tell me.

Cool it.

I want to make a deal.

No deals.

Oh, sure. Yeah, sure.

I understand, Lieutenant, you're lily white,

but juries are paid to listen.

And don't you forget where you heard

what I'm going to tell you.

Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but shut up.

There was a judge that disappeared about a year ago.

Remember?

Judge Bishop?

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah. What about him?

I know where he's buried.

ATTORNEY: You must be out of your mind.

You want to be charged with that, too?

I wasn't even around at the time.

A friend of mine told me.

No names, Lieutenant, or I'm a dead man.

Victor, listen, you're confessing

to withholding evidence.

Sure.

But maybe I'll buy a little consideration from the jury.

Maybe they'll understand

that, at the time, I was too scared to talk.

So I have this on my conscience, and I want to get it straight.

That's stupid. You're only buying yourself

a cell eight feet by ten.

Lieutenant, do I have to listen to this clown?

I'll answer that for you, Lieutenant.

You get yourself another lawyer.

(tires squealing)

Are you sure this is the place?

There's the fire road.

All right, Dale.

MANNIX: What did your friend have to do with this,

the one that told you about it?

ROARKE: He drove the car.

That's all I'm going to say now.

In court, it could be different.

That should be it right there.

He said they buried him to the left of a small pine.

This dirt looks like it's just been turned.

Maybe he was conning me,

but I don't think he'd do a thing like that.

Well, it won't hurt to scratch around.

Go ahead, Dale.

(helicopter approaching)

Control One.

This is One-King-Four-One. Over.

MAN (over radio): Go ahead, One-King-Four-One.

Art Malcolm here.

I'm two miles west of Mulholland on Fire Road Zebra 4-5.

There's a helicopter approaching.

Run a check on any aircraft in the area, will you? Over.

MAN (over radio): Roger, One-King-Four-One.

And I'll shoot one of our choppers over there right away.

Stand by. Over.

Control One, this is One-King-Four-One.

It's okay on that helicopter.

It's our friendly neighborhood sheriff, N4081G.

Thanks just the same. Over.

MAN (over P.A.): Everything okay down there?

Don't anybody move!

(gunshot)

Nobody.

Okay, put your gun... Throw it down!

Throw your guns down! Get these cuffs off!

You haven't got a prayer.

Hurry!

If I don't make radio contact

with headquarters every five minutes,

there's gonna be an army swarming up here.

Five minutes is all I need.

By that time, we'll be in freeway traffic, lost.

No way you're going to find us.

Come on. Get in the chopper. Let's go. Come on, Mannix.

(over radio): One-King-Four-One, Control enter says

no sheriff chopper N4081G.

Repeat: No sheriff chopper N4081G.

Come in, One-King-Four-One. Over.

Hold it, Mannix.

This is where we finish our business.

You step right over there.

(gunshot)

Come on. Let's go.

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MAN (over radio): Come in, One-King-Four-One.

This is Central Control standing by. Over.

One-King-Four-One, do you read me? Over.

I'm all right.

Can you walk?

Yeah. Come on.

Come in, One-King-Four-One.

This is Central Control standing by. Over.

One King four one, do you read me? Over.

Control One, this is Joe Mannix.

We were bushwhacked by Victor Roarke's boys.

Officer Collins is wounded, and the took Lieutenant Malcolm

as hostage in the helicopter with the phony markings. Over.

MAN (over radio): One-King-Four-One,

thought there might be trouble.

We got help on the way. Should be there any second.

Could you give us directions of the chopper? Over.

Uh, it was headed due north,

toward the top of the Santa Monica mountains. Over.

MAN (over radio): Read you, One-King-Four-One. Over.

(siren wailing)

(siren ceases)

Collins is in the back seat.

Top of the mountain.

(siren wailing)

MAN (over P.A.): Stay where you are.

Don't move!

Stay where you are!

You can't go anywhere.

We've got patrol cars covering the whole area.

Stay where you are!

All right, in the building! Move!

(siren wailing)

(grunts)

Take it easy! Don't panic.

Hey, what do you want here?

Move in here to the, uh, living room.

Come on. Let's go.

MAN: Hey, who are you?

It don't matter, pop.

We're gonna stick around here for a while. Don't panic.

Hey, look, my daughter and her son, they don't belong here.

They just dropped by for a visit.

Please let them go. Please let them go!

I'm sorry, pop.

Right now, they're extra money in my bank account.

How you doing, hotshot?

(siren wailing)

(siren ceases)

Joe?

It might be a trick. Roarke never quits.

Watch him.

All right, come on out of there!

You tell them how it is, pop.

I don't know the guy with the flag,

but that's Roarke behind the car.

What's your name?

Fogerty.

Tim Fogerty. I'm the caretaker.

I've been here since they closed down the place.

Look...

I got a daughter in there, and a grandson.

There's no telling what those men will do to them.

All right, take it easy.

We'll give you all the help we can.

They got a man with them, uh, brown hair and a mustache.

Yes, a police lieutenant.

Is he okay? Yeah.

Please, I don't care what happens to me,

but my daughter and the little boy...

ROARKE: Don't take all day, pop!

What does he want?

He's so crazy.

I don't know what the world's coming to.

Hoodlums telling the police what to do.

Where's it all gonna end?

But first off, he wants everything outside the fence.

No cars and no cops.

Everything right outside the gate.

He doesn't want any helicopters.

No police helicopters--

starting right off.

Then what?

He wants a half a million dollars delivered up here.

And he wants a jet on the east landing strip

of the Burbank Airport, fueled and ready to take off.

What about the hostages?

Soon as he's on board the jet, he'll let them go free.

Sure. Then he'll use the plane crew as hostages.

Come on, pop!

That's enough now.

Come on back!

What'll I tell him?

Tell him I'll get back to him as soon as possible.

Take up a position outside the fence.

Tell Larry to take the chopper on home.

MANNIX: I got an idea.

It's a long shot, but it just might work.

HABER: I'll try anything.

Gotta get those people out of there.

MANNIX: Let's head down the hill.

I noticed a spot on the way up.

What do you think?

Well, if you're real lucky,

you'll probably only break one leg.

Yeah, but I might also get up there and put a gun on Roarke.

Looks pretty chancy, Joe.

MANNIX: What choice have you got?

You can't go in the front way.

Okay, but it's a police job. I'll let one of my men try it.

Paul...

it's my baby.

Okay, Joe.

Good luck.

REPORTER: This is Victor Roarke, fugitive from a murder charge,

and the brains behind one of the boldest escape plots

in the history of the Southland.

At this moment, Roarke and three other...

Hey, hear that? The brains.

How about that? I finally got some recognition.

(over TV): ...in an abandoned transmitting facility

high atop the Santa Monica mountains.

While Roarke's demands are being weighed

by law enforcement agencies, KBEX-TV will bring you bulletins

as they break throughout the day.

On Wall Street this morning,

computers and glammers lead a brisk upward...

Don't point that gun at me! Put that down!

You make him mind.

...moderately on profit-taking,

following their recent sharp run-up.

Utilities and transportations were firm,

and entertainment stocks attracted speculative attention.

The weather fore-- (turns off TV)

Hey, Lieutenant, they didn't even mention your name.

You really rate, don't you?

(no voice)

ROARKE: What's this all about?

He wants to go to the bathroom.

Is that right, kid?

It's just off the bedroom there.

Let me see the gun.

Give me some ammo.

(marbles rattle)

(marble clinks)

(marble clatters on floor)

Not bad!

Get going.

I'm gonna have a look around.

If anybody gives you any trouble,

let them have some real marbles.

Any action?

Not yet.

Maybe we'll have to nudge 'em a bit.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Hey, what's the gas situation?

Well, we got enough to get to Burbank Airport.

That's for sure.

You know, today is my first time in a chopper.

Not bad.

Maybe I'll get me one.

Where's the kid?

Still in the bathroom.

I'll go and get him.

Hey, Philips, the kid just got out!

Make sure he don't get past you!

Right.

Cover that area right over there.

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Now, take it easy, son.

I'm on your side.

Now, if you do exactly what I tell you and stay dead quiet,

I'll have you back with your mother in no time at all.

Okay?

You sure?

Good boy.

Now, you stand against this wall and be very quiet.

Chase, Philips, back here!

When I tell you,

I want you to run and hide behind that box, okay?

Go on.

I saw you, kid.

Come on out.

Come on.

You want to make it tough on yourself?

Okay.

Hey!

I'll take the gun, Roarke.

Hey, Roarke!

Roarke, where are you?

Hey, did you get the kid?

Tell them to stay right where they are.

Stay right where you are!

(cocks gun)

Now tell them what the situation is.

Uh, this is the situation in here.

Mannix has, uh, got a gun at my back.

So this is what you got to do.

Go inside...

and put a bullet into the lieutenant!

Okay.

And then I want you to bring the kid's mother out here,

and I'm going to show Mannix what other tricks

I got up my sleeve.

Get going, man.

But, Roarke, what are they going to do to you?

I don't know.

That's his problem.

Okay, Roarke, you win.

Hold it!

The marble goes to the kid.

Guns go to me.

You got a 20.

I can beat that.

If you're interested in a little action, Joe,

my money's on Chuck.

Well, you always did go for the sure thing.

And you went for the long shot.

I got a 50...!

Hey, knock it off.

Hello.

Police headquarters?

Yeah. Uh, my name is Roarke.

Victor Roarke.

Yeah, the very one.

How about that?

You got a Paul Haber up here in the hills.

You know him? Good.

Uh, connect me with his, uh, car phone, okay?

Thanks.

MAN (over radio): Control to One-King-Seven.

Come in, One-King-Seven.

Haber speaking.

Uh, this is Roarke.

I want to have a little conference with you.

Come to the gate alone,

and I'll tell you when to stop.

And when I do, you stop.

Right?

That's far enough!

What about the half million?

HABER: I haven't heard yet.

Not good enough.

I want it here within the hour.

I can't guarantee that.

I can guarantee it.

What about the jet?

They're working on it.

You call me on the phone when it's squared away.

You got one hour, understand?

Mannix, you tell him what happens if the phone don't ring.

He starts getting rid of the hostages, one every 20 minutes.

Paul, he's not bluffing.

Starting with him!

I'll do my best.

Come on back.

Come on.

(door closes)

Your sandwiches.

Thank you, ma'am.

A dame with your class that can cook.

What's your old man thinking about

he lets you out of the house?

My husband's dead.

Pop was a Marine like Grandpa.

Yeah?

That's not a good enough excuse to die, kid.

Thank you.

I need some rest.

I'm going to use your room, okay, pop?

You mind, mister, if I get a pipe

and some tobacco out of my room?

Long as you're going to be in there for a while.

Oh, sure, war hero.

What you said about Sarah-- that's just bluff, isn't it?

Yeah, pop.

You know how it is.

Sarah and the boy are all I got left in the world.

Well, my lawyer said you'd be alone.

What are they doing here? (water running)

I didn't know they were coming by.

They just dropped in for a visit.

You know, the boy's been getting a little much for her to handle.

(gargling)

She thought that he needed some man-to-man talk.

Well, that's what she's getting, ain't she?

Some man talk.

That lawyer fella told me I didn't have to do anything

but look the other way when the helicopter landed.

He didn't say anything about a gang holing up here.

Oh, I get it.

You figure with all your extra inconvenience,

uh, you should get a bigger share of the take, right?

No.

Not for me.

I only got into this for Sarah and the boy.

They've been having a pretty hard time of it.

The pension isn't enough to raise the kid and educate him.

Didn't you come in here for your pipe and tobacco?

Hey, pop, you got a problem; I'll sleep on it.

Hey, Grandpa, how come you haven't

eaten any of your food yet?

Just not hungry.

That's, uh...

that's quite a gun, Chuck.

Grandpa made it for me.

The barrel's from a real shotgun.

He's great with guns.

Tell them, Grandpa.

Well, they're not interested, son.

Sure they are.

And tell them how you lost your leg.

How did it happen, Mr. Fogerty?

Land mine, Guadalcanal.

Career Marine?

Was.

But you keep your hand in with guns, huh?

Well, I do a little hunting up in the hills, mostly quail.

Quail?

Shotgun?

Yep. The one he's got.

You, uh, wouldn't happen to have a shell around, would you?

Come along with me, son.

Let's play a little checkers.

There you are, Mrs. Toller. Thank you.

I suppose you'll wind up with some country

that doesn't have an extradition treaty

with the United States, right?

Aren't too many of those left.

Lebanon, Syria, Algeria.

How are you on languages?

I speak American.

What are you going to do when you run out of money?

You gonna say, "This is a stickup" in Arabic?

That's funny.

I need one shotgun shell.

Where does your father keep his ammunition?

The dresser in his room, in with the linen.

Line.. like dish towels?

Roarke's in there.

I've got to have it.

What's on your mind, lady?

I need a clean dish towel.

They're in my father's room.

Now, you know the boss is asleep in there.

I'll be very quiet.

Leave the door open.

Leave the door open.

Hey, what you doing?

I had to get a clean dish towel.

Oh, yeah?

You come into a man's bedroom,

you ought to be a little more friendly.

Roarke?

Leave her alone.

I've really had it with you, Mannix.

I've had it with you.

(phone ringing)

Vic?

Yeah?

Oh, hello, Lieutenant.

Yes, this is Roarke.

Yeah.

Yeah, right. Thanks, yeah.

(Roarke whoops)

(laughing)

That was the lieutenant.

And he's got the money, and we got a jet ready

and waiting and warming up for us over in Burbank!

(laughs)

You know what that means, Mannix?

It means you can start counting the seconds.

All right, that's it.

Put the bag down, Lieutenant.

There's just one question.

What about the hostages?

Like I told you, soon as I'm on a jet, I'll let them go.

I got no reason to harm those people.

Except Mannix?

We'll play that one by ear, okay?

Chase, get the money.

All right, warm her up.

Taking off as soon as I've made a count.

Inside.

(helicopter engine starts, whirrs)

Okay, Mannix, right there.

Okay, you two, I want you right over there.

Come on, let's move.

Lady, bring me a pencil and some paper.

Count this.

Where's the kid?

Taking a nap.

I locked the bathroom door.

Pop, come here.

Well, what's this for?

That's for renting the hall.

20 bucks, okay?

Mr. Fogerty, I've been wondering something.

How could Roarke have two getaway cars stashed up here,

unless you were in on the deal?

Dad, tell him he's wrong.

You've been working all along with this... this animal?

Hey, lady, I mean... what do you got against money?

Here's a half a million dollars.

You ever seen anything so beautiful?

I only did it for you, honey-- for you and Chuck.

How else can I get my hands on some real money?

Oh, Sarah, listen to me...

Hey, lady, can you bring the kid out here, please?

What do you want him for?

Oh, when I leave here, you two are coming with me.

Please take me and leave him.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

I need the both of you so nobody gets fancy with me.

As soon as I get to where I'm going, don't worry,

I'll have no further use for you, dear.

So the both of you can come home safe and sound, okay?

Now, go get the kid and bring him out here.

You go in get him, or do I have to drag him out? Get him!

You won't hurt him? You'll send them back?

You meant that, didn't you? You heard what I said, pop.

Chuck?

Come on, Chuck, we're leaving.

Are we going home?

Yes, darling, we are.

Everything will be all right.

I promise.

Well, what do you say, Chase? It's all good, daddy.

Okay. How are you doing, sonny boy? Have a good nap?

I guess so.

Your mama tell you the surprise I got in store for you?

Well, you got a treat in store for you.

You and me and your mom are going on a plane ride.

How about that? CHUCK: I don't want to go.

What do you mean?

It's a jet, 600 miles an hour.

Is it okay, Mom?

Okay, good boy.

Come on, let's go.

Where's my gun?

ROARKE: Now what? Where's my gun?

Where'd you leave it?

I put it on that table.

It was right here.

Hey, pop...

where do you keep your shotgun shells?

I'm asking you a question.

In the bedroom.

Lady... is that a fact?

Lieutenant, stand up.

Get up!

All right, Mannix.

I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose your fine friend

in about five seconds.

So take the kid's gun and put it on the table.

Very carefully.

Pick up the gun, kid.

What'd you say?

Thanks.

You tell Philips to bring the chopper around in back.

It'll be safer there for a takeoff.

Kid, I think it's terrible

a big lug like that takes your gun.

I think you should teach him a lesson, don't you?

And the way to teach him a lesson

is to give him a hit.

Now, you take your gun,

and you hit him with one of those marbles.

And that'll teach him a lesson, okay?

Leave the boy be.

Shut up.

Go ahead.

I don't want to.

Well, if you do, I'll leave you and your mom behind

when we take off, okay?

And I'll give you ten seconds to think about it.

One, two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten.

No.

Okay, I'll have to do it myself.

Come here.

Give me the gun.

Give me that.

Get over there with your mother.

Lieutenant, right over this way.

(gunshot)

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Now go! Go!

Help me!

Hey, help me!

(screaming)

(tires squealing)

I called in.

That chopper's going exactly nowhere.

Baby, I'm sorry.

I made such a lash-up for you and Chuck.

I didn't mean it.

Grandpa?! Grandpa?! (crying)

Chuck...

Chuck.

Chuck, listen to me.

You gotta be brave.

Like Grandpa? Yeah.

Your grandpa was a hero.

Like in the war?

Like in the war.