All language subtitles for Mannix s6e18 Out Of The Night

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Mannix s6e18 Out Of The Night

(telephone ringing)

He wanted to be a priest.

They just took him inside.

You were right, Joe.

Pusher in that area
is the carhop Smiley.

We picked him up.

Did he talk?

He told us who was selling
to him. Dodie Green.

Dodie Green?

I haven't heard of her in years.

Well, has she been arrested?

Well, we'll go through
the motions, Peggy.

That's about all we can do.
Her attorney will get to Smiley.

Smiley will change his story,

and they'll be back in business
again the next day.

(telephone ringing)

(whispering indistinctly)

I know kids take dope,

but Chico?

Chico taught Toby
how to roller-skate.

Toby's my son.

Selling dope to schoolkids.

Isn't there something
somebody can do about it?

Peggy, if you're serious,

maybe there's something
you can do about it.

What?

Get Dodie Green to talk.

Who's her boss?
What's his source of supply?

Get me a lead,
something to go on.

How do I do that?

Go underground.

Why don't you get
a policewoman?

Because Dodie knows
most of 'em on sight.

The rest of 'em she can smell
a mile offshore.

Come on, Charley,
quit conning her.

Tell her the truth.

Now to get friendly
with Dodie Green,

she'd have to get down
to her level, right?

That'd be the best way.

Okay, now tell her

what Dodie's
police record is for.

Tell me, Charley.

Girls, prostitution.

Now why don't you get
in your car and go home to bed.

CHARLEY: Peggy,

how old did you tell me
your son was?

MANNIX: She didn't.

Come on, I'll walk you
to your car.

I'll do it, Charley.

Peggy, you--

Joe, no matter what you say,

somebody's got to do it.

(jazz music playing)

Hi, what are you having?

Bourbon and water.

What are you doing on my turf?

Buzz off.

I said buzz off.

Like, how much, honey?

$350.

I wasn't talking
about buying a foreign car.

Hi.

What's your name, honey?

Honey.

Mine's John.

What's on your mind, John?

Whatever.

Whatever's gonna cost you.

How much?

Five-O and cab fare.

You're busted, Honey.

And the cab fare's on the city.

Pig.

Come on.

PEGGY: Save it.

Want a light, baby?

You got a lot of class.

You got a big mouth.

You black slob.

Let go of me, cop.

You blew your cover,
didn't you?

The armlock--

page two
of the policewoman's manual.

Now get off me, pig!

POLICE MATRON:
Enough of that in there.

Okay, Georgia, come on.

Hmm.

Didn't put her in here
to get any info outta me.

You must be big-time.

What are you in for?

Spitting on the sidewalk.

I was discussing finances
with a gentleman.

What you need is a gentleman
to offer you protection.

And support the gentleman?

Unh-unh.

Then you're
in the wrong profession.

You oughtta go to college.

I went that route.

POLICE MATRON:
Okay, Dodie, you're sprung.

(lock clicking)

I like your style.

♪ ♪

That's her.

(sighs)

(knock on door)

Tracy Dee?

If you're a cop, get lost.

One bust today is enough.

I quite agree.

I'm Henry Watson,
attorney-at-law.

May I come in?
PEGGY: Sure.

(over radio): Come on in.

Henry Watson?
Okay, now what's on your mind?

We had a run-in
a couple years ago.

If Watson's in it,
you can bet it's hot.

I understand you're new here.

So?

It might be to your advantage
to prove that.

What kind of an advantage?

A job, perhaps.

Would a driver's license do?

Photograph
doesn't do you justice.

Thank you, Miss Dee.

Now, look, Charley,

up till now we've had
a controlled situation.

Peggy's been protected
every minute.

But to take a job with that
school of sharks--that's out.

Don't blow it now, Joe. We just
got our foot in the door.

(faint footsteps)

(knock on door)

For a fat man,
your lawyer sure moves fast.

I was waiting in my car.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Ech.

Your college education
sure hasn't done you much good.

I took all the wrong courses.

How'd you like to get out
of this lobster trap?

No domestic work.

Nothing like that.

You'll stay with me
while you learn the ropes.

Why me?

I told you,
I like your style.

Besides, you're right
for the job.

If you behave,

you'll get rich quick.

(chuckles)

Honey, there's only two ways
to get rich quick.

One is to peddle dope.

And the other is to come up
with a new way

to fry some chicken.

(scoffs)

It's not chicken.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mornin', Ms. Green.

Pearl, you're late.

I missed my bus.

Tracy!

Girl I met at jail--

She's gonna stay with me
for a while.

Oh, yeah? When's your trial?

There isn't going to be one.

I spoke to Henry Watson.

He just talked to Smiley.

It turns out I wasn't the girl
that sold him the stuff.

It was some young Mexican chick.

Smiley can't
even remember her name.

I knew it wasn't you
all the time.

Hey, Tracy, meet Pearl.

Pearl, this is Tracy Dee.

Hello, Pearl.
Mornin'.

Pearly and I go way back.

She was my maid
when I had my house.

Underpaid, too.

She made up for it in tips.

Here you are, honey,

mended and ready to use.

Pearl is like a November wind.

She brings the snow with her.

PEARL: Should've brought
my apron, too.

Would you look at this place?
It's a mess.

Tracy, get your purse.

I'll show you the ropes.

Okay.

Exactly which ropes
you gonna show her?

Pearl, forget about
cleaning up the mess.

Honey, about that rope,

just don't hang yourself
with it.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(jazz music playing)

Hi.
Hi, can I help you?

Uh, do you have a single
of Melancholy Baby?

Nobody's asked for that
in 15 years.

I haven't heard it in ten.

Yeah, I'll be right back.

There you go.

Mm-hmm.

Take care.

Thank you.

PEARL:
We're at 403 Cypress street.

(over radio): We just picked up
two packages

at Graffs Art Supply
in Westwood.

Dodie's delivering
both packages.

Name on the mailbox...

Tavel.

T-a-v-e-l.

Volkswagen parked
in the driveway,

license number WBT802.

Dodie's coming.

♪ ♪

MAN: Pure.

Good old Klaus.

That's the kind of brother
to have.

Listen, girl, like,
I'm in kind of a spot.

The boss wants the doctor
to write off

for three packages next time.

But that's impossible.

Why?

Dr. Goerlich is worried
about his brother.

There are police in Amsterdam,
too, you know.

It's dangerous enough
for Klaus as it is.

Well, your husband's an addict.

Now if the boss cuts off
his supply, well...

But I'm sure he'll write
the letter, huh?

PEARL: You were late.
Problem?

I had to wait for Dodie
and the new girl

to, uh, deliver the paint.

What's she like,
the new girl?

Black jailhouse Susie.

She's black. She's a girl.

But I ain't so sure
she was ever a Susie.

A plant?

She's not a plant.

I tell ya, I checked her out.

You checked out Smiley,
too, didn't you?

And he talked.

Look, if there are
two things I can spot

before they come
around the corner,

it's a cop and a hooker.

That girl is a hooker.

Where is she now?

Inglewood.

Well, how do you know
she won't, uh, go there,

then drop by the police station
for a little chat?

(chuckles)

You really think I'm stupid,
don't you?

I checked the mileage
on her car this morning.

If she goes one inch
out of her way, I'll know.

Let me do that,

so we're sure
she doesn't know.

How's Toby?

Oh, he's fine,
hopes you're liking New York,

says he misses you.

Tell him I'll be home soon.

Yeah, well, uh,
here's another bug.

Plant it someplace
in your living room, huh?

Okay.

That delivery you made
to the record shop--

where'd the stuff come from?

Pearl brought it--
Dodie's maid of the old days--

but I don't know
where she got it.

Where are you going
from here?

Inglewood. I have to deposit
some cash for Dodie

in a savings and loan,
then I pick her up,

and we go to Glendale
and make a drop.

Take care.

Uh, Peggy...

I know, Joe, "be careful."

♪ ♪

(door lock turning)

(sighs) I was waiting
for you at the pool.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought I was supposed
to meet you up here.

Oh.

Your bankbook.

I took a peek at your balance,
and... (whistles)

(telephone rings)

Hello?

I think you bought the farm.

She went 30 extra miles.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

So how'd they treat you
in Inglewood?

The manager wants to take me
to the bullfights.

Where else did you go?

Nowhere. Why?

Doesn't take you that long
to get invited to Tijuana.

Oh, yes, I, uh--

I went out to Westlake Cemetery.

A kid I knew died,
and I took him some flowers.

Oh.

Does the kid have a name?

Chico Ortiz.

What kind of flowers?

Daisies.

I'm gonna go get changed.

We'll go to Glendale.

You didn't trust me.

You don't mind, do you?

I got a curious feeling

about the Ortiz kid

and a bouquet of daisies.

If there aren't
any daisies there,

I'm gonna be pushing some up.
Is that it?

That's right.

Now which way?

Around to the right.

I had to be sure.
I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, too.
This busts us up.

I'm going back to Detroit.
I don't need this job.

Wait a minute.
For what?

You don't trust me,
and you never will.

Why should I risk my neck
for a shot in the dark?

Who needs it? Why, I don't
even know who the boss is.

Neither do I. All I have
is a telephone number.

Will you calm down?

I'll go call him,
leave a message,

tell him you're clean.

Hey, don't be angry.

♪ ♪

Was the boy a relative?

No, he's a friend.

My wife, uh...

they couldn't put up a headstone
until I got to Los Angeles.

Helen and I were separated.

But now that I'm here,

I can't think
of an appropriate inscription.

In loving memory.

You must have had
some loving memories.

Yes, I do.

That's exactly what I'll put.
Thank you.

Oh, excuse me,
I'm Frank Renell.

Tracy Dee.

Hello.

(doorbell rings)

(ring)

Yeah?
My name is Davis.

Mr. Graff at the art store
gave me your name.

Oh?

I'm, uh, what you might call
a Sunday painter.

I was buying some supplies
at Graffs

and I saw one of your pictures
they were framing.

Oh, did you?

I wanted to buy it, but they
said it wasn't for sale.

I was wondering if you
might have some others?

Well, sure. Come on in.

Thank you.
Anything you see.

How much is this one?

Well, um, I'm asking $200.

Yeah, that's
a great old house.

TAVEL: Yeah.

Looks like Santa Barbara.

No, it's right here in
Los Angeles. As a matter--

How about this one?

Uh, I found her on the beach.

She's a little bit higher.

I'm asking $250.

Pretty. You know what?

Actually, what caught my eye
was the quality of your colors.

I asked Graff about 'em.

He said that you use
Dutch paint.

Yes, I do.

Yeah.

Somehow,
this one stays with me.

What's holding up
that lab report?

Relax, they'll call.

You know, that house
is familiar to me.

I've seen it before someplace.
I just can't remember where.

Maybe a stakeout you were
on once, Charley.

Hmm, maybe.

It would have to be
a long way back.

(telephone rings)

Hager.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right, thanks, Chuck.

It's the analysis of the paint
Tavel used to do that--

didn't he tell you
it was Dutch paint?

That's right.

Made in Dayton, Ohio.

Dayton, Ohio?

Why would Tavel order
Dutch paint through Graff

if he's using American paint?

You think Graff is in on this?

No. No, I don't think so.

Graff doesn't stock
the brand of Dutch paint

Tavel says he uses
but doesn't.

That's gotta be
specially ordered.

He takes Tavel's order
and then forwards it on

to the paint company
in Amsterdam.

Lansing and Jans.

Would you buy this?
When the order gets to Holland,

somebody puts the heroin
in the tubes

and then puts paint in
to cover the stuff.

When the order gets to Graffs,

Tavel picks it up
and passes it on.

To whom?

That's what we don't know.

Well, whoever it is

cuts it and packages it
and sends it out

to the Dodie Greens
for distribution to the pushers.

You know, Charley,
the Dutch police

could move in on this, uh,
Lansing and Jans.

No, that'd blow
the whole ball game.

First we gotta catch
the head of the snake,

and hopefully before the new
shipment hits the street.

(water splashing)

PEGGY: (panting)

You should've brought
your trunks.

You're not exactly with us
today, are you?

Back in Little Rock?

Guess I was.

Thinking of Helen?

Not really.
More about you.

Me?

I'm lonely, Tracy.

I want to get married again.

I know this sounds wild,

but I-l want to marry you.

Oh, Frank,

we-we hardly know each other.

Look, there's a job open
back home

managing a music store.

You could take it.

We could be together
and get to know each other.

Frank,

there's something
you should know about me.

I...

What?

We'll discuss it at dinner.

(soft music playing)

Frank, you're sweet,
and you're going places.

But it's just not possible.

It's too fast.

I couldn't take a chance,
not so quickly.

It's Dodie, isn't it?

You don't want to leave Dodie.

Well, that's part of it.

I do owe her some consideration.

HENRY:
Hey, how's old Aunt Dodie?

You moved in with her,
I hear, huh?

(chuckling)

Used to run
the best house in town,

which was not a home,
if you get what I mean.

Always had first-class
merchandise.

Had an eye for the girls.

She still does.

I see.

Well, I guess, uh...

I guess I talked out of turn
a little.

I'm sorry, right?

Aunt Dodie?

And you're one of her...

nieces?

Frank, that's what I wanted
to discuss with you.

Last week...
(breathes deeply)

we would have been talking
about my price.

Well, thanks
for setting me straight.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Satisfied?

She's all right.

Well, we got
more pressing problems.

Smiley's pleading guilty.

I thought he was fixed.

He's un-fixed.
His wife called in a preacher.

Smiley called
the public defender.

He'll talk.
I can't fight the church.

That means Dodie's gonna
do a stretch.

I told her that.

Unless she decides to turn
state's evidence

and sing a duet with Smiley.

I told her we were aware
of that possibility, too.

Mm-hmm.

Seems to me I remember
somebody saying,

"I work hard at my job,

but I never bring it home."

It really bugs me.

This damn house.

♪ ♪

I've got it.

Honey, I've got it!

(gunshot)

A cop.

I'm getting outta here.

Pearl, stay with her tonight.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Why don't you go home, Pearl?

I'll wait up for Dodie.

I'm used to waiting up
for Ms. Green.

Been doing it
since the old days.

Where you been?

To a bar.

Where else?

So?

I made a mistake with Smiley.

I give him that.

(over radio): But I was right
about you, Tracy, huh?

That should balance it out.

Hmm?

Ooh, Watson.

That shyster!

Why should I sing, huh?

Look at this.

I got plenty to live for.

I got the real estate

and the bonds

and that piggy bank
in Inglewood.

You're talking too much,
Ms. Green.

Hmm! Well, I'll talk
all I want,

but not to the grand jury.

Hmm.

I oughtta split.

Hey, what do ya say, Tracy?

You and me, huh?

We could go to the West Indies

or Brazil, huh?

(giggles)
We could have a ball.

I have a pretty good figure.

I mean, I-I won a contest once

back in the good old days.

And a husband.

And then...

then I had my house.

Those were the fat cat days,
weren't they, Pearly?

Till we started getting busted.

Life.

(crying)

Just one bust after another.

(sighs)

How many are you supposed
to be expected to take?

Hey.

I forget,
where are you from?

Detroit.

Detroit.

Get outta here. Go back.

Unh-unh.

I want some of those bonds
you talk about. I'm stickin'.

You know
what you're stickin' to?

Murder one.
Shut up, Ms. Green.

Why? She's got a right to know
what she's getting into.

You kill a cop,
you got trouble.

A cop?

Some narc named Hager.

Hey.

Would you get me another drink?

I'm so tired.

(knock on door)

Frank.

My name's not Frank.
It's Jimmy.

Get your bag.

I told her ten times
to lay off the juice.

And you're not
from Little Rock either.

Not even close.

You're part of all this.

You were just testing me.

Come on, get your bag.
I'm taking you outta here.

I don't want to be
taken out of here.

It's better for you
at the Dutchman's.

Where's that?
Pearl will bring your things.

Make sure her room
is clean, huh?

Where does she go?

(sighs) Nowhere.

The boss doesn't want her
to testify.

Get somebody over there
right away.

They're gonna kill her.

Right.
They're on their way.

You got Dodie's job now.

Be sure you don't end up
the same way.

♪ ♪

Come on, honey.
Huh?

Come on.

(groans)

W-where are we going?

Just for a breath of fresh air.

Oh.

Easy now.

Let old Pearl help you.

(laughing)

It's like those nights

back in the old days.

Pearl, do you remember, hmm?

When the big spenders

would buy us all champagne?

Do you remember those nights,
Pearly?

I'll never forget 'em.

I'll take 'em with me
to my grave.

Me, too, Pearly.

Me, too.

♪ ♪

Ooh.

(sniffling)

Now Charley, uh,
he was one of the best.

Who killed him?

That's what I'm trying
to find out.

Did he say anything last night
about a Dutchman?

No.

No, he...

he didn't say much of anything.

He just kept looking
at that painting.

He looked at it
while he had his drink.

He looked at it during dinner.

And he looked at it
after dinner.

Oh.

Suddenly he said,

"I've got it.
I know where it is."

"It was on my paper route

when I was in grade school."

TAVEL: Look,
I don't understand.

Why'd you bring it back?

You don't like it?

Oh, I like it very much.

As a matter of fact,
I'd like to paint it myself

from a different angle.

I thought if you could give me
the address,

I'd go there,
maybe on Sunday.

HENRY: No need to wait
till Sunday, Mannix.

We'll take you there
right away.

♪ ♪

Pearl, go give them
a hand in the kitchen.

Later, Jimmy,
when this is all over.

You know, the boss has really
gotta be some kind of a genius

the way he gets the stuff in
and gets rid of it.

Men with brains
really turn me on.

Then turn on, little girl.

What?

You?

Come on, it doesn't fit.

You're too young.

Alexander conquered the world
when he was 26.

Alexander was born a king.

You came out of a ghetto.

I crowned myself.

How?

I won a scholarship
to law school.

Dr. Goerlich taught
forensic chemistry there.

He took an interest in me.

So I used to visit him
at his house.

His wife told me
that he was an addict,

that he got his stuff
from his brother Klaus,

who works in a paint factory
in Amsterdam.

The rest was easy.

And you invented the boss.

Well, some people
don't like

taking orders
from a black man.

So I dreamed up
a white monster.

Makes everybody feel
a little bit more comfortable.

(knock on door)

Name's Mannix.

Watson says he's some kind
of private dick.

Where is Watson?

He's checking out a hunch.

He'll call in.

Who are you working for?

The feds? Police?

Private party? Who?

MANNIX: (groans)

JIMMY: Now, Mannix,

what do you know about a narc
named Charley Hager?

He's not much of a talker,
is he?

Take him in the back room.

Loosen him up.

Let's go.

Thanks, Oscar.
Okay.

See you later, huh?
Right.

This, uh, Mannix guy--

what are you gonna do
with him?

Pearl,

have you seen my lipstick?

No.

I know. I must have left it
in Dodie's car this afternoon.

It's in the driveway.

Thanks, Pearl.

First a policeman

and now a detective.

It's over, Johanna.
It's--it's over.

What's wrong, Pearl?

Ten minutes ago
her lipstick was in her purse.

Get Jimmy.

I'm at 609 Elgin street.

The heroin is here
and so is Mannix.

They're gonna kill him.

(telephone rings)

Yeah?

Watson.

Jimmy. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

So that's it. Okay.
(door opens and closes)

It was there, all right.

What are you all looking at?

I just got a phone call
from Watson.

It seems Mannix
has a secretary,

very pretty,
very loyal to her boss,

the widow of a cop.

Her name is Peggy Fair.

She's black.

Address--1086 Harvard,

only she hasn't been there
for a few days.

Vacationing in New York.

So?

So hello, Peggy.

Under the dashboard.

What did you tell them?
Nothing.

How do I know
what's in Dodie's car?

JIMMY: You gave them
this address.

MANNIX: (groaning)

JIMMY: What did you tell them?

MANNIX: (groaning)

My brother--the police
are going to get Klaus.

He was well paid.
You both were.

Get the stuff ready.

Tavel!

Come on, let's get outta here.

Right where you are, Jimmy!
Over here, Peggy.

PEARL: I don't think
she can make it over there,

Mr. Mannix,

not all the way.

JIMMY: (laughing)

Interesting situation,
Mr. Mannix.

You can kill me, and Ms. Fair
gets it in the back.

Or you can just hand over
your gun.

Take his gun, Doctor.

I'll get the stuff in the car.

No, Jimmy. No more.

Put it down.

Leave it there.

JIMMY: What are you talking
about? This is bread.

You sell to children.

To children.

They grow up, don't they?

Drop it, Doctor.

Pearl.

If it wasn't for you, Mannix,
it would've been fine.

Ms. Green would still be alive.

And Jimmy there...

Jimmy and Dodie.

That's two people dead, Pearl.

But it's not just two people.
What about all the others?

Did you ever stop to count
the kids they've picked up dead

in the alleys and the gutters
and the trunks of cars

because of the Jimmys
and the Dodies in this town?

Yeah, and the Pearls.

How many do you figure you've
been responsible for, Pearl?

It was much easier
in the old days.

Addicts.

Sure, they're such sad people.

Yeah. O'Fallon,
the stuffs in the kitchen.

Are you all right?

You'll probably get a medal
for this.

I don't want anything.

I just want to hurry home

and hug Toby a few more times
before he grows up.