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Don't put on a light.

Joey, Joey Curtis!

I'm not that sure that they didn't see me come in.

Mannix... I'm hurt.

Mannix... beat.

What happened, Joey?

Green... Easy. It'll keep. Easy, Joey.

Kelly... green... frame.

Operator. Can I help you?

Yeah. This is an emergency, Operator.

I need an ambulance.

The name is Mannix. I'm at 17 Paseo Verde.

Yes, sir, that's 17 Paseo...

Hello. Hello?!

I've done the phone bit.

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Good evening.

Where is our young friend?

Well, you got me.

Whoever he was, he came in here

and went out with the speed of light.

Hey, this guy's an investigator.

Really?

Well, Mr. Mannix, that may put

a slightly different complexion on the matter.

But I do hope you'll choose to cooperate.

Why not?

Splendid.

Find him.

Why did he come to you?

Well, I don't know.

Say, by the way, who is he?

Oh, come off it, Mr. Mannix.

Please don't play the fool.

It will only cause a good deal of unpleasantness.

Now I'd suggest you trot him out

and answer my question and quickly.

Where do you get off breaking in here like this?

In your business, I should think

you'd have learned the realities.

You'd be out of your mind to cut it this close.

I want the boy.

I did get that call through before you cut the line.

Where is he?!

Yeah, baby, where is he?

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He's coming to.

Mr. Mannix, are you all right?

Hi, Peggy.

Mr. Mannix, can you feel this?

Oh!

Of course, I can feel that.

Hey, what are you doing here, Peggy?

Piling up overtime?

The police phoned me when the ambulance call came in.

Mr. Mannix, please lay back.

He's gone.

Who?

That kid Joey.

No one could be there.

What do you mean, no one could be there?

That's where we found you.

Well, that's all very well, Peggy,

but we have to have a charge number.

Now if I don't, Wickersham's going to have my head.

As a matter of fact,

ever since Mannix left Intertect,

one hour a day is devoted to hating him.

Now who do we charge it to?

Well, with any kind of luck, we can charge it to us.

But suppose, just suppose we don't come up

with a satisfactory answer?

Intertect's fabulous computers not come up with bingo?

Parker, think what you're saying.

Well, no matter how remote, there's always a possibility.

The whole of civilization is built on faith, Parker.

Don't waiver.

I don't know any more about him, Lieutenant.

Joey Curtis was a kid I used on a job once

because he knew Cleveland.

This was 1965.

Yeah, October. And when the going got rough,

he stayed right in there with me.

Now, he may be a punk, but whatever he was, you liked him.

And I don't think he had any real connections then.

He was on the fringe, being useful, trying to get noticed

so some of the heavy money'd pick him up

and make him a member.

Looks like someone did, all right.

What have you got?

Assorted.

Some good news, some bad.

No, I never saw him in Los Angeles.

I never heard of him outside of Cleveland.

Nobody else did, either.

Yeah, yeah, I'm listening. Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Chick Muller never heard of him.

Ditto Red Jake, ditto...

Yeah, ditto, ditto, ditto.

Lieutenant, do me a favor. See what Cleveland can make.

Look, what do you think we are around here, Mannix,

an extension of your office?

Lieutenant, I'm an outraged citizen.

I was hauled out of bed and brutally assaulted.

Okay, we'll do what we can.

Ditto all of them.

There is no Joey Curtis.

Kelly green frame.

That's the key.

Frame. When I knew Joey Curtis,

he thought a work of art meant counterfeit money.

Frame... that's a frame-up.

And kelly green: a color, description.

Best assumption is it's a name.

So we look for somebody with the name Kelly Green.

That's, uh, what the computer said.

I took the liberty of going to, well, you know,

a certain organization.

And... now don't, don't be angry because it worked.

Intertect put "Kelly Green Frame"

through the computer and what do you think?

That I'm gonna strangle you.

Well, there's a girl named Margaret Green

who is the daughter of a prominent judge, Francis M. Green,

and her nickname just happens to be...

Kelly.

Right.

Kelly Green.

Reputedly a real swinging doll.

Even the computer drooled a little.

Mr. McClure, how did it happen?

Where is he? I want to see him.

All right, I'll wait for you.

No, I won't say a word to anyone.

Mr. Mannix is here, Miss Kelly.

Thank you, Norma.

Miss Green?

You're a private investigator, Mr. Mannix.

Yes, that's right.

About 2:00 A.M. this morning,

a young fellow just got out the words, "Kelly Green Frame"

and then passed out...

What's that got to do with me?

Well, your name is Green and your nickname is Kelly.

And I'm in a frame?

Sorry, try another color.

All right, black. Black hair,

about 25 or six years old,

average height, slim, a good-looking boy.

Do you know anybody like that?

No.

His name was Joey Curtis.

What happened to him?

He was beaten half to death...

by professionals.

This boy, was he a friend of yours?

I knew him in Cleveland.

He did me a favor once. I liked him.

And if I knew this Joey Curtis, which I don't,

what was I supposed to do?

Talk to me.

Tell me if you're in some kind of trouble.

Tell me why somebody would want Joey worked over.

I told you, Mr. Mannix, I don't know him.

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

Excuse me.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to see Judge Green for a minute.

A frame, Mr. Mannix?

Hmm.

What sort of a frame?

I don't know, sir.

Well, why should this man come to you with this cryptic phrase?

It was cryptic

because he didn't have any more breath.

I understand.

Now, this whole theory of yours rests on the assumption

that this young man was talking about my daughter.

That's right, sir.

Yet Kelly told you she didn't know a Joey Curtis.

I think she was lying.

Uh, Mr. Mannix, you said you'd gone to the police.

Well, I suggest you leave it there.

Good afternoon.

Judge...

your daughter may be up to her ears

in something she can't handle.

Mr. Mannix, if you expect me to hire you

to protect my daughter from this, uh, mysterious frame,

the answer is no.

Uh, thank you for your time, Judge.

Not at all.

I appreciate your concern.

Kelly darling, I want to talk to you.

Peggy, get me Lieutenant Hargrove on the phone.

There's big money inside.

Oh?

Morgan Farrow.

Well, Roving Vice President

of the Mafia Acceptance Corporation.

Hello?

Lieutenant Hargrove, please.

Thank you.

Due back in five minutes.

Yeah. What's Farrow want?

He didn't say.

Said it was very important,

and if he didn't see you immediately,

buildings all over town will fall down.

Very interesting.

You see, Peggy, you ask a few questions in the right places,

and suddenly it becomes earthquake country.

Oh, uh, hold up on that phone call

to Lieutenant Hargrove, huh?

Oh, Mr. Farrow is not alone.

Bodyguard?

Body.

Mr. Mannix... I'm Morgan Farrow.

This is Miss Hampstead from my office.

How do you do?

Miss Hampstead, a pleasure.

Oh, can I get you a drink or something?

Perhaps later?

You know, Mr. Mannix,

I love books, ever since I was a kid.

Just bought a whole library from some guy.

A phony.

Never cut the pages.

Anybody knows that.

Even if you don't read them, you always cut the pages.

Right.

Well, now, uh, what can I do for you, Mr. Farrow?

I've heard a lot about you, Mannix,

from some of my associates.

We don't have to use names.

I've got a job for you.

That's what I'm here for.

We have an outfit in Hong Kong that deals in gold.

That is, we don't.

A U.S. citizen isn't allowed to own gold or trade in it,

but there's a Chinese who has an outfit, Lim Young.

He does.

Farrow and Associates have sunk a big stake

in Lim Young and Company Limited,

and the way these deals work out... it's, uh,

mostly bookkeeping.

You understand?

Oh, bookkeeping.

Right,

and that comes down to who does the bookkeeping,

and this Chinese brand

of double entry stuff is mighty peculiar.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Now, we sent our own security men over,

and they've come back, uh, maybe a little fatter, maybe not,

but there's been no change in the bookkeeping.

Now what I want you to do, Mannix,

is hop a plane to Hong Kong and find out what's going on.

You can write your own check.

Miss Hampstead, who's got the whole deal in her head,

will go along.

With me?

Naturally.

Miss Hampstead is a first-class bookkeeper.

Uh, bookkeeper.

First-class.

She'll give you the dope on the business and the characters,

and what they may be trying to pull off.

Uh-huh.

Miss Hampstead is a very efficient young lady.

I have taken the liberty

of making up a little schedule for you, Mr. Mannix.

First, we'll need your passport.

It is in order, isn't it?

Oh, yes, of course.

Good.

TOA is holding accommodations for us.

First Class, naturally.

Of course.

They'll need our passports by 2:00 p.m.

Okay, Mannix?

Well, naturally.

I mean, who can turn down all of this down,

and, uh, first class?

Why isn't he in a hospital?

There's nothing more a hospital could for him.

He has my own doctor.

We're arranging for a nurse.

You didn't tell me he was this bad.

You said just a couple of bruises.

Anyone thrown from a moving car is going to hurt,

and look like it.

He'll be all right, Kelly.

Is that what your doctor said?

Kelly, please.

Your friend Mannix told me

you were worked over by professionals, thugs.

Who sent them?

Who hired them?

Let it rest, Kelly.

Don't start turning over rocks.

You never know what you'll find underneath them.

I'm a big girl.

Big enough to love a man.

Old enough to take whatever trouble comes with him.

I want Joey in a hospital.

I want the police called in.

No. No... Joey, Joey.

Whatever happens, whatever it is,

we can stay together and come out on the other side. We can.

We'll get you in a hospital.

We'll get you well.

You're going to be so ugly.

I'm going to have to learn to stand the sight of you.

No, Kelly.

No. No hospitals, no police.

Kelly, they'll... They'll ask questions,

and we can't stand the answers.

The-The men who... who beat me up,

Kelly... those men were...

paid by-by your father.

I'm certainly impressed with Farrow and Associates.

It's a very generous organization.

To think, all this money just for incidental expenses.

I certainly hope that the generosity

of the organization extends down

through the entire personnel.

Oh, uh, excuse me a moment, huh?

Peggy?

Yeah.

Miss Hampstead and I are leaving on a trip.

Oh. Business.

We're going to Hong Kong almost immediately.

Oh. Well, why not?

I mean, there's nothing special cooking around here.

Sure, and who wants to be in town during the earthquake weather?

Head for the hills, I always say.

Oh, by the way, have you seen my passport?

Didn't you have it... Uh, now I remember.

It's in the security files.

Uh, be back in a minute.

What's this about Hong Kong?

Shh. The big pay-off.

Days of wine and roses with Miss Hampstead.

The question is:

How does Morgan Farrow tie in with Kelly Green?

Ask Miss Green.

Yeah, I would if I could find her.

Frame.

Usually means pressure, but, uh,

pressure on Kelly?

For what?

Money?

This is an outfit that spits money.

What else could Kelly Green have?

A father... that's a judge.

Judge Francis M. Green. Exactly.

If he's in their pockets.

Maybe they're putting the squeeze on him

and using Kelly, whether she knows it or not.

Hey, what do I do with Miss Hampstead?

Oh, tell her I'm, uh, out looking for a passport.

I don't know. Show her pictures of Hong Kong.

Get her stoned.

Do I have to tell you everything?

Oh, it's no trouble, Joe.

Ah.

Here you are... Judge Green's calendar

for the next couple of days.

Yeah. Thanks, Benjie.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. People of the State of California v. Phillip.

People of the State of California v. Jennings.

People of the State of California v. Mareko...

Rudolph.

Violation Section 187 Penal Code...

Murder.

Rudy Mareko?

Yeah, one and the same.

I didn't know Judge Green was sitting on the Mareko case.

Well, that all depends.

You see, first he has to rule on the plea for change of venue.

See, Mareko's attorneys say

he'd never get a fair trial here, so they ask

for a move, and hold the trial in the North.

And Judge Green's got to decide, huh?

What's the word?

Oh, which one... the top, middle or the bottom?

Package.

All right, on top,

Rudy Mareko is feeling fragile,

and decided he's sensitive to the smell of gas.

As in chamber.

Right, thus making him talkative.

And in the middle is the good Judge himself

being pressured from both sides.

The word is that

Mareko's old acquaintances are uptight,

and they don't want him chatting about them, you see.

Acquaintances like Morgan Farrow.

Well, I'd say he's one.

So, Rudy Mareko is now prepared to sing along.

And tomorrow, Judge Green decides

where he hits the high notes.

Leading to what?

Well, look at it this way.

Right now, Rudy Mareko is in maximum security,

but if the trial is held up North, and he's moved,

in a car, or plane,

a world full of strangers, uh, full of surprises...

if somewhere en route, that security relaxes...

What?

Mareko goes up in smoke.

You want this one, too, Kel?

Here comes the judge.

Yes, that one, and the cosmetic case.

Boys, if you wouldn't mind for a minute.

Excuse me, Dad.

I mean, Your... Judge, Your Honor.

Yeah, yeah... Sir.

Your Honor.

Kelly, do you mind getting rid of your friends for a minute?

I'm sorry, I don't want to play the big scene.

Kelly!

Easy, Judge, now easy.

Peace. Peace.

Kelly, I don't want any more of this.

I'm sorry, Kelly.

It's okay.

I'm going to have to send you a bill, Judge.

Kelly, will you go downstairs with me?

No.

Then we'll talk here.

You're really going to play the scene, aren't you?

It won't do you any good.

Don't you understand, I'm through?

I don't want to talk about it.

Kelly, no matter what you've been led to believe,

how much you're in love,

no matter how we've argued,

please have a little faith in me.

I'm your father, and I love you very much.

I believe you.

That's what makes it so ugly.

Well, what do you want me to do? Tell me.

You love me?

I want you to love Joey just as much.

I... Well, maybe I don't know him.

We could talk. I could try.

Liar.

You had him beaten.

You had him hurt.

You believe that?

I hope you love me very much, Father.

I want you to hurt, too.

Then you've won something, I suppose, Kelly.

You hurt me.

Get the bags.

Kelly, will you listen?

Let her go!

Move over!

No! Leave me alone!

Let me out!

I'll let you out when I'm good and ready.

Help!

Will you behave yourself?

Will you stop the car?

Now, you listen to me.

Those playmates of yours aren't surf bums.

They're bad news. I'm not interested.

Will you stop the car?

You believe it or not, your life's in danger.

Is that what my father told you to say?

Will you sit down here? No!

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Kelly!

Kelly!

Kelly!

Have you flipped out?!

Stay quiet, Joey, or I'll have to hurt you again.

The games are over.

Mannix is causing real trouble,

so we do it the nasty way.

Tell your pigeon the facts.

Happy honeymoon.

Keep your eye on him.

It's that bad, then?

It's worse.

I... I lied to you.

About everything.

Every time.

From scratch.

Right up to telling you

your father paid someone to... beat me up.

He didn't.

McClure had somebody work me over.

The idea was to con you.

Make you... fall for me.

Then your father gets shook up,

and when McClure promises

that something might happen to you,

he decides to trade a favor for a favor.

Gets somebody named Rudy Mareko

out in the open for a hit.

Why were you beaten, then?

Well...

because it worked.

I set you up. You fell.

And I went right over the cliff with you.

I fell in love with you.

I told them I wanted out, I wanted you.

I wanted to tell you...

Kelly, I'm... I'm... The man I love.

And I take whatever trouble comes with him.

All of it?

And stone cold sober.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Hampstead,

but that Hong Kong trip is off.

You see, there's going to be a change of venue.

Unfortunately,

I'm working on a case involving Rudy Mareko.

I will tell Mr. Farrow.

I don't think he'll like it.

Hmm.

Farrow and his troops are going to be after you, and soon.

I sure hope so.

Uh, Peggy, you stick around, huh?

I may need you.

Where are you going?

I've got to see Judge Green.

I don't know where he is.

He does this sometimes

when he's upset, or a case troubles him.

Does what?

Why, he goes off so he can think.

Oh, where?

I'm sorry, sir.

I can't tell you that.

Look, I've got to see him tonight.

Kelly is... Miss Green is in serious trouble.

I don't know...

Now, I mean it when I say she's in serious trouble.

Well, all right.

It's a small cabin up near Lake Arrowhead.

55 Bellevue Road.

Mannix, I don't know whether you're a madman

or just totally unprincipled,

but you are going to leave here, and at once.

You think it's going to be that easy, huh, Judge?

Give Mareko a change of venue, get him out of jail

and on his way to wherever they told you.

Seems simple enough.

No suspicion on you.

You really think that's a way to help Kelly?

I assure you, Mannix, you're wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Kelly has spoken to me.

She wants to be alone to think

about this fellow.

She's reconsidering this infatuation.

Hmm.

And I have some thinking to do myself... alone.

I'm giving the Mareko situation a going-over.

Tomorrow, I have to make a decision on the facts.

You're down on your knees, aren't you, Judge?

They got to Kelly,

the one thing in the world that you really care about,

and they're putting the squeeze on good and tight.

I can make my own decisions.

Even if it costs Kelly her life?

I'm trying to save her life!

Do you think, after 20 years on the bench,

I'd pervert justice just to keep my daughter away

from a boy I don't even know?

No.

They made it perfectly clear to me.

If I didn't do what they wanted,

if I disqualified myself,

there'd be an accident.

A dirty accident.

Kelly and Joey Curtis.

Maybe both of them stinking of liquor,

or shot full of drugs.

Found dead in Mexico,

or on a mountain road in the Sierras,

somewhere.

She's all I've got.

A wild, rebel kid, but...

she's all I've got.

How a man could lie to himself...

Tonight I was ready to believe objectively,

judicially,

that Mareko might very well be unable

to stand trial fairly here.

I hate to say this, Judge,

but even if you do what they want,

I don't think there's a chance in the world

you'll ever see Kelly again.

If they do anything to Kelly...!

Now, there's one way we can get her back,

if you're willing to gamble.

Gamble? Kelly's life? On what?

On me, and an idea.

Now, it's not a very good gamble,

but it's the only one in town.

Don't you realize if you interfere...?

That I might louse things up? Sure.

If I do nothing, I won't be responsible for her death.

But that's the only difference.

Now there's one way we might get her back alive

and make this gamble work.

You've got to call me and say

you're going to the police and spill the whole story.

Well, it's up to you, Judge.

My number's here on this card.

Her life depends on your call.

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

I was right about Morgan Farrow's troops.

There's a couple of strange-looking characters

lurking around outside.

Good. We might need them.

Now, listen to me, Peggy.

In about an hour, you lock up shop

and get in your car and drive off.

Park a couple of blocks away,

then double back and stay out of sight.

Now, if it looks like I'm going on a little trip,

you get on that phone fast, huh?

Right.

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Hello, Mannix.

I've been acting as your answering service.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

While you were out,

Judge Green has been trying to reach you.

Make the call.

Hello?

This is Mannix.

The police are on their way here now.

I'm going to tell them what I know, as you suggested.

Yes, sir.

Mannix, you got yourself a client.

I want you to consult with the police and proceed.

Yes, sir, and, uh,

I am sorry what this will mean for you.

That's unimportant now.

Oh, Mannix?

Yes, sir?

What sort of a chance do we have?

Well, I, uh...

I can't really estimate that.

I'll be in touch.

The plane under call?

McCLURE: Right.

Get it to the field.

Joey and the girl.

We'll make it a full load.

Oh, then I get to see Hong Kong after all, huh?

That's a break you missed for good.

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Looks like my boys are cutting it pretty close.

What boys?

The police helicopter.

Not to mention the boys on wheels.

Sure, sure, you've got a stakeout.

Take a look at it, Farrow.

Would I have gone back to my place

when I knew you were looking for me?

Or send word back with Miss Hampstead?

I had to find Kelly somehow.

Beginning to get the picture?

Do you want to load up Romeo and his chick?

Get 'em aboard. Hurry! Okay.

Let's get them out of there.

Come on out.

That was Communications.

The cars haven't found them yet.

Maybe the helicopters will.

I hope so.

Snap it up!

I'm sorry, Mannix.

Get her on the plane!

You'd be better off staying, Farrow.

No matter what happens in the Mareko deal,

you'd make out... Your connections, money.

Police!

He wasn't bluffing!

You've blown it, Farrow.

That's no police chopper.

That's Navy.

Good try, Mannix.

Let's get moving.

Farrow, the minute you roll that plane,

you'll be a kidnapper.

You know the penalty for kidnapping.

That's not Navy!

Take off. We can outrun them.

Mannix! Mannix!

Get him in the car!

We can use him!

Get him off me!

Hold it!

Get off of me!

Go around him.

You go around him.

We got to get him to a hospital.

We'll need an ambulance.

Easy, Joey.

Joey? Joey!

Mannix?

He's going to be all right, Kelly.

You've come a long way since Cleveland, Joey.