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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Mannix s7e06 Desert Run

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Denver Control, this is 29 Sierra.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is 29 Sierra.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is 29 Sierra.

29 Sierra, this is Echelton Field.

What is your emergency?

Echelton, how high are the mountains here?

Our field is 6300.

What is your position, and do you have a transponder?

No transponder. I'm off course.

The airspeed indicator is almost to zero.

I've got the nose down to build up speed.

These are mountain peaks out here.

How high are they?

29 Sierra, say your last known position and altitude.

Bellevue Intersection.

I reported... Denver.

29 Sierra, give me your altitude and present heading.

Can't you get me on radar?!

Denver's trying. Can you see any ground features?

No, I can't see anything!

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Wait a minute.

Out there on the left,

a mountain peak higher than the plane!

Can't you get me out of here?!

Say your altitude, please.

What is your heading?

29 Sierra, what is your heading?

I'm out of control!

I'm going down!

Tell my wife!

(CRASHING)

My husband was never heard from again.

MANNIX: Mrs. Slocum, there's been an extensive air search.

Now, if they couldn't find him...

They told me there's very little hope of finding Mark alive.

But I keep thinking of those people,

the ones in Chile,

who lived for 67 days after their plane crashed.

If Mark's dead, I'll simply have to accept it.

But he could be lying out there hurt.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

The official reports don't show much, Mr. Mannix.

He hit the thunderstorm, and that was it.

We searched this whole area in here, but, uh... nothing.

And you gotta know exactly where to look

and you still need a lot of luck.

Mm.

They said you got an ADF fix.

Yeah, it was pretty rough at the time of transmission,

but that would put him somewhere in here.

Look, I've rented a plane.

Would you mind?

No, I'd be glad to.

We know he was following the Civil Airway east,

and that would take him south of Denver.

He reported over the Bellevue Intersection.

That's ten miles north.

His course must have been right along this route here.

Which means he was off course to the south.

14,000 feet.

That's the altitude he was flying when he reported in

over Bellevue Intersection.

That was his last transmission.

He could be down there somewhere.

(ENGINE WHINING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Looks like a town down there.

That's a deserted old mining town.

There isn't anything around for miles.

REVEREND: Most Merciful Father,

Who hast been pleased to take unto Thyself

the soul of this, Thy servant,

grant to us who are still in our pilgrimage,

and who walk as yet by faith,

that, having served Thee,

with constancy on earth,

we may be joined in the hereaf...

We may be joined in the hereafter,

with Thy blessed saints, in glory everlasting.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to intrude,

but I couldn't find anyone else in town.

We're the town.

Not many of us left.

We're burying Jeb Carter.

What business you got here?

I'd like to ask a few questions.

Reverend, service over?

Amen.

(REVEREND CLEARS THROAT)

Willie, Frank, lower it.

Who are you?

Joe Mannix.

What kind of questions? What'd you want to ask?

Yes, I'm looking for the victim of a plane crash... Mark Slocum.

I wondered if... (ANXIOUS LAUGH)

We don't know anything about any plane crash here.

Oh, take it easy, Ward.

He was just asking.

You see, Mr. Mannix... uh...

this isn't a tourist town.

This is no kind of town.

And it ain't been for 50 years.

It's dead.

It's dead as...

as that fella in the box there.

That's enough, Nell.

Mrs. Foster, you go on home.

All right.

You better go, too, Mister.

Look, a man's life may be at stake.

I've got to talk to someone.

Well, the reverend here baptizes, confirms and buries.

Anything else, you see me.

Mr. Mannix...

it's just we keep to ourselves.

We're all there is to this town.

We're kind of a family.

We value our privacy.

And none of you saw or heard anything

about a plane that crashed?

Well, I doubt if anyone in Gopher Flats, besides myself,

ever even heard of the Wright brothers.

We mean no discourtesy.

Well, uh, maybe tomorrow then.

There ain't been a hotel here in 30 years.

It's very important.

We ain't got no way of putting a stranger up.

Are you telling me you'd rather I left town?

If you put it that way.

There's no other way, Mr. Mannix.

Good afternoon.

Yes?

I'm looking for Mrs. Slocum.

Is she around?

I'm Mrs. Slocum.

You're married to Mark Slocum?

My, uh, my husband isn't here.

He's been missing for two weeks.

Yes, I know.

I've been looking for his plane.

Do you have some news about Mark?

No, I'm afraid not.

But I would like to help any way I can.

Do you know where he was going that day?

He didn't tell me.

He was always going off somewhere.

The plane he was flying

was registered to Monarch Development.

Did he work for them?

He used to.

You have no idea what he was doing?

I never knew what he was mixed up in.

Mixed up in?

I mean...

maybe you can't find him because there's nothing to find.

Maybe he just ran off.

He always comes back.

There'll be a woman mixed up in it.

There always is.

Like that one that works at the casino.

Deal, Mrs. Slocum.

Now tell me why.

I didn't do anything wrong.

But you're not Mrs. Slocum.

Mark was a friend of mine.

Well, I imagine you have a lot of friends.

Tell me, who paid you to hire me?

Maybe I should talk to the man who pays your salary.

You're talking to him.

(CHUCKLES)

Pleasant surprise, Joe.

It was a surprise to me, too,

when I discovered the missing airplane

was registered to your company... Monarch Development.

Oh, it took a little digging to prove it was your company.

Diversification.

It's too bad about Slocum.

Tragic. MANNIX: Mm.

Can I buy you a drink, Joe?

I'm good.

Where was he going?

No idea.

Mark had a commercial license.

I used to lend him a plane all the time.

Good pilot.

Well, I guess it can happen to any of us, when our time is up.

Yes, we're not all lucky enough

to have the wrong Mrs. Slocum organize an air search.

Uh, she deals well, too.

Let it ride.

Why did you send her?

If I had asked you to take the case, would you?

Why not use the real Mrs. Slocum?

She didn't know about our connection.

Mark used to do special favors for me.

Fly friends.

Friends my wife wouldn't like.

You know how it is, Joe.

Friend does you a favor, you do him a favor.

Although, in this case,

I guess it wasn't much of a favor

to lend Slocum the plane.

Okay, Hal.

What's the real reason for the charade?

I can't collect the insurance unless the plane is found.

It's like a murder, Joe... you got to have a body.

What was Slocum doing this trip?

He said he was flying to L.A.

I figured a chick.

He's supposed to be back in the morning.

It's hard to believe he could get so far off course.

Hard to believe.

Hit.

Joe, as long as it's out in the open,

I'll make it worth your while to find him.

I'm off the case.

That's what I came to tell his wife.

Both of them.

Joe.

I want you to find out what happened to that plane.

Name your own figure.

I'd consider it a favor if you'd take the case.

There is no case, no leads.

I checked the FAA files, all the records, territory.

Zero.

(MORGAN SIGHS)

Well, if we've got to live with a mystery,

I guess that's the way it's got to be.

Mm.

Blake.

Yes, sir.

He smells something.

I think he's going to follow through.

The order is the same as before.

If he finds the plane, kill him.

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Hi.

Do you remember me?

What's your name?

Ellie.

What were you doing?

Well, I was, uh, looking at those marks over there.

Uh, see, Ellie, it looks like something heavy

might have been dragged along there.

Uh, do you have any idea what it might have been?

Do you remember a big thunderstorm

about two weeks ago?

Mm-hmm.

Are you afraid of thunder?

We all had to go to the church.

Because of the thunder?

To pray for good weather?

We had to stay there all day.

Uh...

uh, who's "we?"

My brother and Mrs. Foster and Jenny.

Were there any men there?

Who made you stay there?

Reverend.

Ellie, uh, tell me, where is Mrs. Foster's house?

Last one at the end of the street.

I have to go now.

Ellie...

uh, let's not tell anybody you saw me here, okay?

The door is never locked.

Come in.

Mrs. Foster?

Why, you're the young man from the churchyard.

Yes.

Well, I suppose you want to ask me

about that thunderstorm.

Well, compared to what they used to be,

that was absolutely nothing.

Why, you should have seen this place when I was a girl.

Sometimes we would just float in mud.

Oh, this was a wild town when I was young,

when I got married.

He was killed in 1918.

Uh, here, sit down.

Thank you.

Yes, sir, I...

I ran the Grand Gopher myself for some years.

They thought a woman couldn't.

Mrs. Foster, I was talking

to a little girl this afternoon... Ellie?

Oh, that's Ellie Hutt.

Tom lost his wife when Ellie was born.

She said she spent the day after the storm in the church.

Said you were there, too.

What do you suppose the men were trying to hide

when they shut you all up in the church?

Well, they say the Devil finds work for idle hands.

Oh, I forgot the sugar.

Tom Hutt is the only one who works.

He runs a store.

Ward Gillis and his boys and the reverend,

they placer a little and...

get enough color to stay alive and dream.

My son-in-law dreams.

Dreams that his useless leg is going to be all right

and he's going to get back to mining,

and that's what keeps Jenny tied here.

But that's it.

Once you hit gold, you never give up hope.

Why, this whole country is just...

uh, is just dotted with mines, like open tombs.

Can you tell me where I might find Jenny?

Well, that was clever of you...

not asking that right off.

Why, she's just down the street here,

in the house next to the church.

Thank you.

Mm...

by the way, where is Jeb Carter's place?

There hasn't been a Carter in Gopher Flats...

You buried him the other day.

You said, "That fellow in the box."

That seems kind of impersonal

for someone you must've known very well.

There never was a Jeb Carter in Gopher Flats, was there?

You're a nice young man.

Take my advice.

Leave Gopher Flats right away.

Thanks for the tea, ma'am.

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MAN: Come in.

Well, hello, Mr. Mannix.

Uh, what can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to your daughter.

Oh, well, she's not here right now.

What do you want to talk to her about?

The day after the storm,

all of the women and children were put into the church.

So?

Where were you, Mr. Bailey?

Oh, uh, I was right here.

I don't get around well since the accident.

But I'm getting better every day.

All I need is a little doctoring.

Soon as we hit some pay dirt, I'll be back to work.

I got a... (QUIET CHUCKLE)

I got a claim... never been touched.

It'll prove out the richest this town's ever seen.

Mr. Bailey...

why were the women and children put into the church that day?

Oh, uh, some kind of a service, I guess.

I'm not much of a churchgoer.

My wife used to attend regular.

And Jenny.

But I figure, you lead a good life,

you get what's coming.

Did you, uh, notice anything unusual about that day?

Unusual...

Oh, uh, Ward Gillis was having trouble

with Tom Hutt's tractor.

Straining and, uh... cussing.

What would they be doing with a tractor here in town?

I don't know.

I... I didn't ask.

Mm. (DOOR OPENS)

I thought you left.

I decided to come back.

Here, let me help you with those.

Thank you.

Uh, it's getting chilly, Pa.

Uh, why don't you put your jacket on?

All right, Jenny.

Did anybody see you come here?

No.

Just put them right there.

I talked to your grandmother, Jenny.

You shouldn't have bothered her.

She doesn't know anything.

Uh, she knows one thing.

What?

There is no Jeb Carter.

Please leave us alone.

Who was in the grave?

I don't know.

Was it a man, or was it something else?

Why don't you just go away and leave things alone?

Jenny, tell me what happened.

Jenny, you've got to tell me.

BAILEY: Anything wrong, Jenny?

It's all right, Pa.

I'll have supper ready soon.

I think you'd better leave, Mr. Mannix.

I swear, we were all in the church that day...

the whole day... and Pa was here.

I don't know what they did.

One thing's for sure... they didn't bury Jeb Carter.

Not yet.

He got nothin' out of them.

What if he does find out?

You still got the rifle, haven't you?

(QUIET LAUGH)

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Hold it right there, Mister!

Now, drop the shovel...

turn around real slow.

You were warned to leave town.

You ain't very smart, Mister.

See if he's got a gun.

Can you think of any reason why we shouldn't shoot you?

Grave robber.

I wasn't planning to rob it, just open it.

Why?

Curiosity.

Just who are you?

A private detective.

Who hired you?

Mark Slocum's wife is worried about him.

Afraid his plane may have crashed.

Well, what makes you think that Mark Slocum

is here in Gopher Flats?

Because Jeb Carter isn't.

(COCKS GUN)

I wouldn't pull that trigger.

You don't think I'd come here without some backup muscle?

You'll never get away with it.

What if we try?

You'd be making a big mistake.

You're not in any real trouble yet.

Not murder, anyway, the way I figure it.

Now, why don't you tell me exactly what happened.

Maybe I can help you figure a way out of it.

Mister, you ain't gonna live long enough to help anybody.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

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What was all that shooting about?

You let Mannix get clean away.

I saw someone snooping around the edge of town.

Did you get him?

No, but Willie's still after him.

Now we got two of 'em to get.

Keep looking.

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Well?

No sign of him, Pa.

Did you get a look at him?

No.

How much you figure this Mannix knows?

Nothing.

We can always move the coffin.

What if he finds out about the mine?

He won't get the chance.

We gonna kill him?

We've got to catch him first.

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(KNOCKING INSISTENTLY)

I've got to talk to you, Jenny.

What were those shots?

Some of them were meant for me.

In there.

Pa's sleeping; he wouldn't like this much.

Why were they shooting at you?

I'm a private detective, Jenny.

I was hired to find Mark Slocum.

I think he's out there, buried as Jeb Carter.

I don't know nothing about that.

Jenny, if you're mixed up with these men in any way,

you could be in serious trouble.

I'm not mixed up with them.

All right, then help me.

How?

Gillis mentioned a mine.

Which one would that be?

Ward Gillis stole it away from Granny years ago.

He and his boys used to work it sometimes,

but there's nothing left.

It's all boarded up now.

Where is the mine?

Straight down the street at the far end of town, on the left.

Thanks, Jenny.

You will be careful?

That's part of my job to be careful.

(BANGING ON DOOR) GILLIS: Open up!

Open up!

BAILEY: Jenny, what is it?

It's all right, Pa. I'll see who it is.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

What do you want?

Mannix come in here?

No.

Here, now, what is all this?

Your girl may have been helping our friend Mannix,

hiding him maybe.

What makes you think that?

Well, I was at the far end of the street,

and I saw some light coming out of the door.

You let somebody in?

No.

There's no one here but Pa and me.

I'll just have to make sure of that.

What makes you think he'd come here?

I saw the way you looked at him in the churchyard.

I didn't look at him no particular way.

Then he ain't been here since the funeral?

No.

That lie smells as bad as a skunk.

I saw him coming out of here earlier tonight.

Where'd he say he was headed?

Ward.

Mannix came to see me.

I-I didn't tell him anything.

You didn't answer me, girl!

Ward!

You take your hands off her

or I'll lay my crutch across your skull.

Pa...

We'll find him.

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(WOOD CLATTERS)

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Hold it!

Right there.

You drop it or I'll blow your head off.

(GUNSHOT)

Well, we got one of 'em.

We got 'em both.

Distributor cap from Mannix's car.

No way he can get out, except across 50 miles of desert.

Pa?

No. Just keep an eye on him.

When he comes to, find out what he knows.

If he knows too much.

NELL: Jenny.

Come inside.

I think they're trying to kill Mr. Mannix.

Well, there's nothing you can do about it, child.

Come on.

Jenny, I want you to tell me what's going on.

What's happening in this town?

Why were we locked up in that church?

Why were we burying somebody named Jeb Carter

who never even lived here?

And why are we so scared, we can't even talk about it?

Reverend Walker said he had a way to make us rich.

He and the Gillises said they had enough money

to get us all out of here.

Money...?

Reverend Walker and Ward Gillis promising us money?

For what?

Why?

For saying nothing.

For saying nothing about what?

It's bad, isn't it?

Granny, that money, it was a chance...

the only chance we'd ever have to get away

and get some help for Pa.

Money for keeping your eyes closed?

For not wanting to know what was going on?

Why, Jenny... what were you thinking of?

I wasn't thinking, Granny.

I wasn't thinking.

For a second, I thought you was dead.

They went hunting for your friend, Mannix.

He's no friend of mine.

Be a surprise to him... he told us all about you.

BLAKE: He was lying.

He didn't even know I was around.

I was following him. FRANK: Following him? What for?

BLAKE: A plane crashed somewhere around here.

Belonged to my boss.

You telling me you know what was inside that plane...

besides the pilot?

That's right.

Like what?

Half a million.

Well, why didn't you head straight for it, then,

instead of going after Mannix?

BLAKE: I thought he'd lead me to it.

Looks like he led you right into a six-foot hole, friend.

(COCKS GUN)

Wait a minute... look, uh, we can make a deal.

Good for everybody.

What kind? Half the money.

BLAKE: All you gotta do is keep quiet.

(FRANK LAUGHS)

FRANK: We already got all of it.

You kill me, you got trouble.

I can handle trouble.

My boss'll come looking for me.

He'll never find you.

Go after him.

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(DOOR CREAKING)

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(CLATTERS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(CRASHING)

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

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(CLUNK)

(GUN FIRES)

(CLICKS)

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(DOOR CREAKING)

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(GRUNTS, GUNSHOT)

There's a half a million dollars in there.

I think you'll find it's skim money

from Hal Morgan's place in Vegas.

Well, if you're right, you should be in for a finder's fee.

No, not me, Sheriff.

Jenny Bailey found the money.

Send the reward to her.

Good-bye, Jenny.

I don't know how to thank you.

Take care of yourself.

We'll be fine.

Bye, Mrs. Foster.

Mr. Bailey.

I think that young man fancies you, Jenny.

Is he coming back?

No, Granny.

But I sure fancied him.