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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SIREN SLOWING)

Mannix s7e24 The Ragged Edge

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIREN WAILING)

You've got a John Moore registered here.

If you say so. What room?

110. That way.

(MAN SNIFFLING)

(MAN SNIFFLING)

(MAN MUTTERING)

ART: Joe! What happened to you?

We've been looking for you for weeks!

(SNIFFLES AND MUTTERS)

I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm, uh, no,

just leave me, alone... oh, Art.

Watch out.

(ART GROANS)

That arm looks like a pincushion.

I'm okay.

(MANNIX SIGHS)

We'll get you some help.

Help... help... no...

Come on.

Come on, Mannix.

Mannix, let's go. Come on.

(MANNIX GROANS, GRUNTS) Come on... come on...

That's all right.

We won't need those.

(MANNIX GASPS)

(SHUDDERING)

Joe, I'm sorry, we're going to have to take you in.

(SNIFFLES, GASPS)

No, Art, I... I don't have anything on me.

I-I'm clean, Art.

This isn't for possession.

When you slugged Sergeant Lancaster,

he fell and hit his head.

He's in pretty bad shape.

(PANTING)

I hit Jim Lancaster?

Yeah, you, uh, tried to make a buy last week.

Lancaster busted you, you... you hit him.

(MANNIX SHUDDERING) He may not make it, Joe.

(PANTING)

(MANNIX SNIFFLES, SHUDDERS)

(WHIMPERING AND SNIFFLING)

Well, his heart's not too erratic.

Hasn't been on the stuff too long, I'd say.

But it's all through his system.

You mean he's an addict?

He's an addict.

Did you book him?

I will, Mr. Harrelson.

Look, I'm responsible to the DA in this matter.

Assault on a police officer with attempt to murder.

And it could be Murder One before morning!

Now, what are you waiting for?

I said I'd book him, and I will, but he's a friend of mine.

I want to see what can be done for him.

If you want to report me for that, feel free.

(SNIFFLING)

HARRELSON: Ah, don't be ridiculous, Lieutenant.

It's just that I'm getting a lot of heat on the Lancaster matter,

so we want to move on it fast, okay?

As fast as we can, Mr. Harrelson.

Joe, you didn't do this to yourself.

How did it happen?

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

You, uh, remember Bobby Bolin, about a year ago?

Yeah. You helped send him up.

He died in Q, a couple of months ago.

His, uh...

(SNIFFLING)

...his brother Pete, uh, and another guy, jumped me.

I... I woke up...

(SIGHS)

...in a mountain cabin.

I don't know how long it's been.

Peggy reported you missing 17 days ago.

(SNIFFLING)

Yeah.

Well, uh, each...

each... each day, they put a needle in my arm,

two, three times a day.

And, uh...

...Pete told me why.

He...

said... "Mannix, uh..."

"My brother's dead and...

"so are you,

only you're going the hard way."

Joe?

(SNIFFLES)

(GROANS)

They threw me back on the street.

That's where I've been ever since.

Doc, what can you do for him?

Well, give him more sedation.

But it won't help him much.

No...

I can do it myself, Art.

I can kick it bone-dry.

(COUGHS)

No...

No!

No, I didn't mean to do it!

I didn't mean to hurt... oh, no.

(GROANS)

No, I didn't mean to do it!

Oh... oh, no! No... oh.. oh...

(GROANS)

Give me the keys.

Over there.

You're not going to get very far, Mannix.

Not in that.

When they find it, I won't be in it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

What about my gun?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hey!

Joe!

Don't ever do that again, will you?

Sammy, I've got money. You holding?

I'm fresh out, honest!

I'm looking myself.

Where?

I can't tell you.

Why?

I've been told.

Everybody's been told.

Told what?

You're poison, Joe, to anybody helps you.

Hey, Sammy... don't play, I'm sick!

Okay, Joe... Okay.

Listen... you know Mingo?

Little guy...? Yeah, yeah.

He's a pusher.

Yeah, I heard about him.

Goes into Carey's Bar every night about 11:00.

Plays pool.

But, Joe...

you never heard it from me.

I never saw you, Sammy.

Hey, Mingo...

Hey, you're Mannix, right?

The private eye who's on the hype?

Let's talk business, huh?

Come on, beat it.

Come on, look... I know you're holding.

I got a lot of loot. I'm fat.

I'll pay anything you want.

Ain't got nothing, Mannix.

Street's dry for you.

Hey, what're you talking about, Mingo?

The word's out.

Who put it out?

I don't ask, just listen, so beat it!

Hey, man, I'm strung out.

You know what I need. You-you can help me.

Mannix, the cops've been here already.

They'll be back! I don't care!

You... you get what I need or I'll tell 'em what goes on here!

It could mean my neck.

Nobody's supposed to help you.

I don't care! They don't have to know it's for me.

Cost you double.

In advance.

Yeah.

Where can I wait?

Through that door,

downstairs in the basement.

I think he's ready.

(MANNIX SNIFFS)

Did you bring the stuff?

No, Mr. Mannix.

What?

But we have a car outside,

and we can take you to someone

who will give you what you're after.

I, uh, I made a deal to get it right here.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

But you can come with us if you like... or not.

JONES: I don't think you understand, Mr. Mannix.

My client doesn't want your money.

He wants to give you this... and more...

in return for a favor.

What's the favor?

Oh, it's a very simple one.

My client would like you to kill Lieutenant Malcolm.

Malcolm?

You stuff it!

It's quite necessary that he be eliminated.

Imperative, in fact.

You see, it has to do with a shipment of heroin

that Lieutenant Malcolm intercepted at the docks

a few months ago...

I believe you were instrumental in helping him do it.

Well, that was my client's shipment.

Overzealous policemen are bad for business.

I think you can understand that

activity like that has to be discouraged.

Why, you...

Tell your gorillas to take me back where they found me.

(CHUCKLES)

Be reasonable, Mr. Mannix.

My... my client just might find a place for you

within the organization.

Naturally...

all of your needs would be looked after.

Forget it.

Eh.

Interview's over.

Let him go.

(MOANS)

(SOBS)

He didn't even make it to the elevator.

(CRYING QUIETLY)

(MANNIX GASPS)

Okay.

Let me have it.

When the job is done.

(SNIFFS)

Lieutenant Malcolm, please.

(PHONE RINGS)

Malcolm.

MANNIX: Art, Joe.

Joe, where are you?

Art, listen to me.

I want to give myself up...

but only to you.

Joe, every unit in the department is looking for you.

You need help.

Alone, Art!

Okay. Where?

The... the-the...

...the bridge at Ballona Creek, uh, near the marina.

All right.

Uh... 2:30. Can you make it by then?

I'll be there, Art.

Art...

alone.

No stakeouts...

or I won't show.

I'll be alone.

Your own gun, Mannix.

We took it from your office.

And, uh...

one bullet.

Make it count.

And remember, Mannix:

The world is dry unless you get the job done.

♪ ♪

They bought it, huh?

So far.

I hope you haven't forgotten how to miss.

I hope you haven't forgotten how to swim.

Uh, Peggy...

if you hear from Joe, would you let me know?

Or let somebody know?

The sooner we find him, the sooner we can help him.

I understand.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, hi, Vivian.

What is it?

What?!

(WHISPERING): Oh, no.

Something wrong?

They just found Art Malcolm's body in Ballona Creek.

What?

Joe didn't do it.

Joe couldn't have done it!

I wouldn't bet on it.

You don't look the type.

What's a "type"?

Where am I?

You're in my house.

The guest room.

Mm...

What do I call you?

Lorna will do.

Hey, uh...

...these are my pajamas, Lorna.

We thought you'd be more comfortable

with some of your own things around.

(GROANS)

Your breakfast.

♪ ♪

(MANNIX CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I'm not sure I said good morning.

Good morning.

Coffee?

Black.

Oh. Well, well.

This is very nice.

He'll be glad to hear that.

MANNIX: Who?

The man who pays the rent.

Who's he?

LORNA: You'll meet him.

You're still not the type.

Well, let me tell you something.

I can take it or leave it alone.

That's not what it says in the paper.

Frank.

How's our, uh... guest?

Fine, now.

Coffee smells good.

You did very well last night, Mannix.

Did I?

Mm.

I have a simpler job for you today.

I'm not using a gun again.

No, no, no guns.

What's the job?

Well, you're going to meet a man and arrange a purchase for me.

Why me?

Well, there are several reasons.

First: you cannot be connected with me in any way.

Two: you are now not only a fugitive, but a murderer.

And three: I have your gun,

which even an amateur ballistics man

could match with the bullet that killed Lieutenant Malcolm.

So you see, you are the perfect go-between.

MANNIX: Hm.

Who do I meet?

His name is, um... Mr. Green.

That's the address.

And you'll, uh...

use the blue sedan out in front.

You will tell Mr. Green...

the offer is three million.

Three million?

That sounds like pure H.

There's no way that much stuff could be brought in these days.

Not after that bust.

There's just too much security.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, you're right.

It's not being brought in, it's already here.

Now you can leave.

What do I get out of all of this?

What you need...

whenever you need it.

More coffee, darling?

No. No, thanks.

How is it you always look like sunshine in the morning, hmm?

Because you give me enough time.

Whatever it is, it works.

Frank, there's something about him.

Mannix?

It doesn't feel right.

You know, Lorna, I'm not stupid.

I wouldn't trust any junkie.

And Mannix, well, you know, he's not a permanent addition.

When he's finished with this job...

he's finished.

Period.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mr. Green!

Mr. Green?

FLETCHER: Freeze, Mannix.

All right, hands up against the rail.

Art Malcolm got a call last night, just before he left.

The switchboard operator said it might be you.

I didn't call anybody last night.

What are you doing here?

Meet a guy.

Why?

I got a message for him.

What kind of message?

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, Joe, it's okay.

I'm Mr. Green.

You're Green?

That's right.

You're in this deal?

From the top.

Now what's the message?

Three mill.

It's not enough.

That's all I was told.

Well, you just go running back to your boss

and tell him that we've been offered four.

We?

Uh, you just tell him that five will take it.

The deadline is 8:00 p.m.

One minute more, and the stuffs gone.

Here?

Unless we tell him otherwise.

Mm.

I'll tell him.

Joe...

would you like me to have Peggy send flowers to Art's funeral?

I knew he wasn't smart enough to handle a deal like that alone.

Yeah, but he's got great hands.

He lifted that shipment of heroin

from the police property room

and left you 50 pounds of powdered chalk.

Any thoughts on who gave Fletcher the idea?

Eh, probably know tonight.

Who am I working for? Did you find out?

Frank Marr out of Reno.

We had a run-in a couple of years ago.

But he's never been on the books.

He's cagey.

Yeah. How about the girl?

Lorna Wilder.

Any record?

No. Just a beautiful girl.

♪ ♪

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I'd begun to worry about you.

Yeah, well, uh...

a little complication.

Oh?

They want more money.

Frank's not gonna like that.

Yeah, well, I guess I better tell him.

Is he in?

He went out. He'll be back in a little while.

Mm.

(SNIFFS)

Nervous?

Yeah, I guess I'm a little uptight, maybe.

Here.

You have enough time.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, you are beautiful.

MANNIX: Mm.

It's like seeing a different man.

Does it do that much for you?

It sure helps.

No drinks, right after...

Uh, maybe later.

Ordinarily, I don't like to drink alone.

Ah, you're not alone.

Where'd you go after you left the warehouse?

Hm?

You put 20 extra miles on the car.

You checked the mileage.

While you were inside.

Oh, is that part of your job, too?

Everything's part of my job.

Ah.

Well, uh...

I had a little trouble finding the place,

and then I took a couple of little detours

to make sure nobody was following me.

I used to be a private eye.

Habit.

And now you have a new one.

A most unusual one.

I don't follow.

You're hooked on powdered sugar.

That's what I just gave you.

(CAR DOORS SHUT)

You wouldn't get two steps.

(DOOR OPENS)

Frank, there's trouble.

Mannix blew it?

The price has gone up.

Fix me a drink, honey.

All right, what happened?

The deal is still up for grabs.

They've had an offer of... four million.

From whom?

A third party.

What third party?

Mr. Green didn't say.

Mr. Green did say that, uh... five million would take it.

You think it's a bluff?

He wasn't nervous.

When are you due back?

8:00.

I'll have the money for you at 7:30.

Lorna, where's the bag?

In the closet.

Walters?

Oh, uh, by the way...

did you know Mr. Green?

His name is Fletcher.

He's a police sergeant.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, sooner or later, if the price is right,

everyone goes on the pad, right, Mannix?

Frank?

Anything I can do?

No, you're doing it, sunshine.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I still don't like to drink alone.

Martini?

Dry.

Very dry.

It is.

I suppose you're wondering

why the subject of powdered sugar never came up.

The, uh, thought crossed my mind.

Thanks.

What now?

Right from the beginning,

I knew there was something about you.

"Strength" would be one word for it.

I suspected you weren't hooked on anything.

Why didn't you tell Frank?

I did at first.

He wouldn't listen.

So I started doing some thinking for myself.

Mm.

About what?

You.

You went through that whole act

pretending to be a junkie, escaping.

You even killed one of your best friends.

You had to have something in mind.

Did you, uh, come up with any answers?

Greed.

$5 million worth.

Well, I'm greedy, too.

And as long as we have that in common,

it makes sense to share the money, doesn't it?

You could have shared it with Frank.

When I said "share," I meant divide.

Frank doesn't divide.

Frank parcels out.

I've had six good years with Frank.

I'm just not sure how many more he's planning on.

The bills from the beauty salon are getting bigger every year.

I think he's beginning to notice.

Then Frank is a fool.

You must have had a plan to get away with the money.

I did.

We do it my way now, right?

I never argue with a beautiful woman.

(KISSES)

You may need this.

(GUN CYLINDER OPENS, CLOSES)

Now, uh... just what is your plan?

I bought two...

in case the powdered sugar bought me a partner.

A switch.

What's in it?

Paper, but not the kind you can spend.

Hm.

♪ ♪

What's that?

Your plane ticket to Acapulco.

I'll be waiting for you when you land.

First class.

Is there any other way to go?

Hello, baby.

Hi, sunshine.

Everything go all right? It's all there.

MARR: You can fix me that drink now.

Hey, something wrong?

I'm not sure if I locked the back door.

Well, you better make sure.

Uh, Mannix, uh... are you certain you're up to this?

Except for one thing.

What's that?

Is that all there's gonna be in it for me,

a fix when I need it?

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be in on the payoff.

Listen, I really appreciate what you've been doing.

Believe me.

Mm.

Frank! I think I saw someone outside.

You, too, Mannix, come on. Let's go.

Keep your eye on that.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Nothing, sir.

No one.

I was sure.

Oh, I'm sorry, Frank.

Hey, come on.

Mannix, you take the suitcase into the warehouse

and make the exchange.

Walters, you go in with him.

I'll be outside with some help,

in case anything should go wrong.

What could go wrong?

Well, Mr. Green and his partner may have cooked up a plan

to keep both the money and the shipment.

They are, after all, thieves.

All right, get moving.

♪ ♪

Oh, it's you.

I, uh, thought maybe they came early.

You said 8:00.

They'll be here at 8:00.

Yeah, yeah. We got plenty of time.

Not you, Sergeant.

(CLICKING)

HARRELSON (OVER PA): Hold it!

The money before you take the stuff!

Just a minute. Got to check it out.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(OVER PA): Hold it!

I want to see the cash first.

It's all here.

Open it up. I want to see it anyway.

Move! Move!

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Police! Freeze!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL)

(TIRES SCREECH)

What's your hurry, Frank?

Back from the grave, huh, Lieutenant?

Take care of him.

ART: Take care of him.

(GROANS)

Well, he's alive.

Get him to a hospital.

I don't want you to die on us, Harrelson,

till you see what the inside of a cell looks like.

Watch your step, Lieutenant.

Over there.

Yeah, the stuffs in here, Art.

It's amazing what some people will do

for a case full of yesterday's newspapers.

Yeah, the girl's got the money.

She was supposed to meet me in Acapulco.

She's at the airport. We've had her covered.

WOMAN (OVER PA): Attention, all passengers

for Flight 19.

TGA passengers for this flight may now board

at Gate Number Five.

Lorna.

Joe!

Well, I'm glad to see you.

Well, we got away with it.

Yes.

Now, if you give me your ticket,

I'll arrange so we can be on the same flight.

Joe, listen, I...

Lorna, the ticket.

"QUEBEC." (CHUCKLES)

That's a long way from Acapulco.

I would have been in touch with you.

Oh, I'm sure.

Lorna, this is Lieutenant Malcolm.

We've been working on the case together

along with my secretary, a doctor

and several interested people.

I thought I had you figured, Joe.

I thought anyone with your intelligence

knew the value of money.

Some kinds of money.