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Mr. Mannix?

Mr. Phillips is ready to see you now.

Walk halfway down the street; a vehicle is waiting.

It will take you to Mr. Phillips.

Come on, what's all the mystery?

Orders.

Mannix?

That's right.

Get in.

Take off your coat and shirt.

A little information, just something.

What's wrong with him?

Is he here now or is he coming? At least you can tell us that.

Hey, who's that? Let's find out.

Think it's him? It could be.

Who is he? Come on, Doc, give us a break,

Is it David Blair Phillips?

I don't name 'em. I just wheel 'em.

Mr. Mannix, forgive me for getting you here

at this ungodly hour... I'm Dr. Gregory.

Curiosity got me here, Doctor.

I wanted to see if there really was a David Blair Phillips.

Mannix, eh?

I'm what's left of David Blair Phillips.

Now, David, we mustn't give up hope.

We hope, but I'm the one who's dying.

I hear you find needles in haystacks.

Well, with a little luck and the right harvest season.

Run the film, Mark.

♪ And tell her to make me a cambric shirt ♪

♪ Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme ♪

♪ Without any seam or needlework ♪

♪ And then she shall be a true love of mine ♪

♪ And tell her to wash it in yonder well ♪

♪ Savory, sage... ♪

Recognize her, Mannix?

Susan Ward.

Before she became Mrs. David Blair Phillips.

I want you to find her for me.

Susan Ward died January.

Her clothes were found on a Monterey beach

with a suicide note pinned to them.

I can't pass miracles, Mr. Phillips.

Show us the news photographs, Mark.

News photographs taken at the Aloma Music Festival.

Three days after she committed suicide.

Unless the cameras lied,

Susan was alive on January 21.

♪ ♪

Susan became famous singing at that festival.

Why did she run away?

That's my private affair.

I hunt people who are lost, Mr. Phillips.

But not a woman that doesn't want to be found.

I was cruel, without reason.

Jealous without cause.

I kept her on a short leash.

When I wanted her, I pulled.

The bitter irony is: I did it because I loved her.

Because I was afraid I would lose her.

So, of course, I lost her.

I'm dying, Mannix.

I want her back, to make amends if I can.

Mark.

This is all the information we have on Susan.

And $20,000.

And if she doesn't want to return?

Then I've lost $20,000.

Good night, Mannix.

Bledsoe.

Yes, sir?

When he finds her... kill them both.

Slow and easy now. Don't crowd him.

♪ In a city built on laughter ♪

♪ I have found you crying ♪

♪ Caught you in tears ♪

♪ Trust in me and from hereafter ♪

♪ You'll be safe from sorrow shadows and fears ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ I will care for you ♪

♪ Share a grace with you ♪

♪ I'll make a place for you ♪

♪ For you and me ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ And if it pleases you ♪

♪ I'd be honored to serve you ♪

♪ Take a stand for you ♪

♪ Always there with a loving hand for you ♪

♪ There if you go ♪

♪ Yes, and I'll serve you well ♪

♪ Serve thee well. ♪

Good group.

Yeah.

♪ In the world of hidden treasures... ♪ Dean Hill?

If you're looking for grass, try the park.

♪ I have found the rainbow... ♪ I'm here about a discovery of yours.

♪ Taking comfort in your pleasure... ♪ Susan Ward.

♪ Love will come in silence, faithful and true... ♪

Keep at it, guys, I'll get back to you.

♪ I will care for you ♪

Go get some coffee, man.

♪ Share a grace with you ♪

♪ I'll make a place for you ♪ I'm here representing David Blair Phillips.

Her husband.

♪ For you and me ♪ Her owner.

Some people need people,

or love people... or at least want people.

Phillips owns people.

But he doesn't own Susie anymore.

♪ It's a pity you're a stranger ♪

Little Susie's drownded in the deep blue sea.

♪ I would like to know you, show you my love ♪ Not exactly.

♪ Keep you warm and safe from danger ♪ She's still alive.

Huh?

♪ Share the secrets I have found to... ♪

Are you putting me on?

You know, I'm not surprised, though.

There's no profit in suicide.

And Susie counted the day lost that didn't show a profit.

The first time I met her was up in Berkeley.

She was playing a ten-dollar guitar

and crying out against conformity.

She'd borrowed the guitar and stole the song.

She didn't believe a sobbin' word of the song anyway.

But the electricity was all hers.

She was a turned-on chick, man.

I taught her... coached her...

I recorded her.

I watched her hit... and lo, I was content.

Then I turned around to spit

and Phillips had her wrapped in mink, under glass on display.

Half a billion dollars buys a lot.

Was it only for money?

I don't know.

You could've asked her.

I couldn't get near her.

Phillips had a watchdog...

Sharp teeth in a three-button suit.

Henry Talbot.

Mr. Henry Talbot.

His job was to protect the new Mrs. Phillips

from her disreputable old friends.

Well, then, how did she get away?

Susie had her ways.

And with him, too.

He was tough and ambitious, but he was human.

You say you found her in Berkeley... doing what?

I didn't ask her.

She came with me on her own terms,

and she went away the same way.

If you find the lady,

will you tell her that Dean Hill says...

sends his regards?

I'll tell her.

This is Los Angeles.

Hello. Los Angeles KG 6114.

I want... OPERATOR: I'm sorry, sir...

There's some static; I can't hear you.

Okay, Operator.

I'll call when there's less interference.

He stopped.

Hello.

Phillips?

Uh... No, Mr. Mannix.

This is Dr. Gregory.

Mr. Phillips is under sedation.

Well, maybe you can help me, Doctor.

What's happened to Henry Talbot?

Henry Talbot... Mr. Phillips' secretary?

Oh, uh... he had a misunderstanding with the chief.

Last summer, I believe.

He went to Rome.

That's a pretty expensive vacation.

Well, as you know, Mr. Mannix,

Mr. Phillips is a very generous man.

Well, when he does wake up,

ask him if he has any idea

who else might be interested in locating Susan Ward.

Why do you ask?

I think I'm being tailed.

Be very cautious, Mr. Mannix.

And let us know immediately if you find out who it is.

Oh, you'll hear all about it, Doctor.

He spotted Bledsoe very quickly.

I told you we had the right man.

Professor Brendon?

That's right.

Would you hand me those books, please?

You're the man who called

about the article on anthropology?

I'm the man.

A popular article on anthropology.

What publication?

The Southwest Explorer.

It's a travel magazine.

Then, my friend, you're going

to write junk for the ignorant.

It's all right with me.

Uh... Indian burial customs.

Savage sex rites of the bloodthirsty Amerind?

Well, not exactly.

Susan Ward.

Let me remind you of one burial custom...

Leave the dead alone.

You're sensitive on the subject.

Susan studied with me for three years.

She was an exceptional person.

I'm not interested in exploiting her for a cheap article.

I think that's all.

"Natani... Maid who becomes a deer,

"walks on the summits of blue mountains far around.

Far spread the land below."

Where did you find that?

In Susan Ward's thesis

for her master's degree in anthropology.

My apologies.

At least you looked past the headlines.

I've heard her described as shrewd, money-hungry...

An operator.

Very possibly true.

But certainly not the whole truth.

Susan was a complex woman

looking for simple solutions to her own life.

Where did she do her studying?

On the reservations.

Two summer field trips.

She just blended in.

Learned the language, the customs,

and the songs and prayers.

She always kept that part of her life separate.

Just between Susan Ward and you?

And Roanhorse.

Harvey Roanhorse... A medical student.

Bright... I'll give him that.

He and Susan were both very intense.

About each other?

Perhaps. I wouldn't know.

At any rate, he left.

For what reason?

To finish his residency.

Dr. Harvey Roanhorse, MD.

And started a clinic.

Where?

On the Table Rock reservation.

Well, uh... thank you.

Peggy?

I've been waiting for you to call.

Figured you might have had trouble getting through.

Trouble?

Something's wrong with the phone lines.

At least that's what the man said from the phone company.

He's been here all morning, checking them.

Well, they seem to be all right now.

Oh, the man seemed very efficient.

Listen, Peggy, check the passport office

for information on a tourist named Henry Talbot.

Will do.

Where can I find you if I need you?

I'll call you when I arrive.

Where?

I'll give you a hint.

I'll be traveling to the tune

of "Three Coins in the Fountain."

Arrivederci.

He's on his way to Rome chasing Henry Talbot.

You're a fool.

That dialogue was solely for my benefit.

Wherever Mannix is going, it's certainly not Rome.

Now, you get Travis, and you have him

watch every flight out of San Francisco.

We have an appointment with Mr. Mannix,

and we're going to keep it.

Are you going to be staying long in New Mexico, sir?

Well, that depends on how friendly the natives are.

We're famous for our frontier hospitality.

Sign here, please.

If there's anyplace you're particularly interested in,

I might be of help.

I could point out the best and shortest way

to get wherever you're going.

Where are you going?

Thataway.

He wouldn't say where.

We'll find him.

Fill it up.

And I think it needs a little water.

It's running hot.

How.

Long and cool,

with enough gin to cut the dust.

You hit Custer, the drink's on the house.

Ah...

75 cents.

And a quarter change for music to mourn him by.

You dig Dean Hill?

So-so. Fair singer. Good teacher.

Say, you ever hear one of his pupils... Susan Ward?

Nah, never.

That's strange.

She recorded her own arrangements of Indian music.

Navajo chants.

Hmm. Do tell.

Me, I like music that does something, like make rain.

Take another shot at old Yellow Hair.

I thought you Navajos were peace-loving.

That was three, four massacres ago.

Oh, by the way, where can I find the hospital?

Oh, up the road, just on the reservation.

You'll see a sheep barn with some busted windows.

Thanks.

♪ Mary wore three links of chain ♪

♪ Every link was pre-ordained... ♪

I'll be back to collect.

♪ Pharoah's army got drown... ♪

Table Rock Hospital.

Doc, there's a man come a few minutes ago,

asking about Susan Ward.

Thank you, Widefoot.

Dr. Roanhorse?

Yes.

My name is Mannix.

How do you do?

Can I help you?

Although it's outpatient day,

and I'm a little pressed for time.

Well, I'll keep it simple.

I'd like some help in finding Susan Ward.

Susan Ward is dead.

Not anymore, Doc.

I'm afraid that story's gone up like smoke.

I'm a private investigator.

All I want to do is talk to the lady.

Look, Mr. Mannix, the facts are simple:

Susan Ward is dead, I'm a busy man

and you're intruding, so good-bye.

Table Rock, Table Rock,

Hosteen Hardy calling Dr. Roanhorse.

This is Dr. Roanhorse. What's up?

My wife's in labor, Doc. Can you send someone?

We're five miles east of Crystal.

I can't get there myself,

but I'll send somebody up, pronto.

As I said, this is my busy day.

Natani... pretty name.

Uh, she's my field nurse.

Must be about 101.

As spry as ever, though.

101 years old... how about that?

Uh, then you can't help me with Susan Ward?

Who can summon the dead, Mr. Mannix?

Yeah.

Who?

Susan Ward?

It's all over! You can relax.

I just want to talk to you, Miss Ward.

My name is Mannix.

Your husband hired me.

Of course.

You must be good.

David Blair Phillips hires only the best.

I'm flattered and I'm curious.

You hunted me.

You found me.

Now what?

I ask you to go home.

And if I say no?

I was only hired to find you, nothing more.

Mannix, does anything go with that?

Joe.

Joseph.

The turncoat of many colors.

Come to lead me out of Egypt

back to the promised land.

Or is it back to bondage?

You may have a reason to run and hide,

but your husband wants to see you.

Why?

He's dying.

He wants you by his side.

That's a lie.

Or didn't he mention I tried to kill him.

Well, uh, either it slipped his mind

or he didn't think it was important.

That's why I ran.

Have you seen the room?

The killing room?

No.

I've never been to his house.

"Eagle's Nest," he calls it.

With one room hung with weapons;

one of the world's great collections devoted to death.

I... needled him.

He hit me, and then he hit me again.

He began to enjoy it.

You weren't his property.

You mean I should have consulted my attorney?

At midnight, trying to dodge a...

I grabbed a war club off the wall and I hit him.

He went down.

I went out, off, and away.

That's it.

But you let Susan Ward stay dead

when you found out David Blair Phillips was alive.

Susan Ward?

Susan... was a shady lady.

Hiding in shadows.

So I stripped myself down to the basics.

And I keep looking in the mirror

until I like what I see.

Do you like what you see?

Not always.

I've learned to live with it.

But I'll take your message back to your husband.

Just like that?

Just.

Good-bye.

Mannix.

Could you not tell him,

say you couldn't find me?

He'd only send someone else.

Please, Mannix.

Is it the money?

Yeah, it's the money.

And a fact: I know who I am.

A guy who keeps a bargain.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Murder?

No, robbery.

Your carburetor.

While you're waiting for the tow truck,

I'll be long gone... from you and David Blair Phillips.

Mobile One.

Mobile One.

Susan,

there was a man named Mannix here, looking for you.

And Widefoot spotted two others at the reservation border.

Mannix found me.

I'm at Turquoise Junction near Crystal.

Can you send someone?

Yes, I'll do what I can, I...

Susan, get off the air!

There's another man here with a gun!

Stay off! Don't answer!

Harvey... Harvey?

Harvey!

Harv...!

We have to get to the clinic!

And do what? No, please!

Those were gunshots.

Please! No, no, no!

Susan! Susan!

I'm sorry, Susan.

It looks like I was picked as the Judas goat

to lead the lamb to slaughter.

Only this time, they're going to try and kill the goat, too.

This is where we split up. Why?

They'll be looking for my car.

I want you to find an isolated spot,

hide the camper and stay there.

Well, what about you?

I'm going to look for Henry Talbot.

Henry Talbot?!

What good is that gonna do?

I think he might know what's going on.

But more important, why.

He's afraid, too.

He's not going to tell you anything.

He might, if I ask him nicely.

You've got an awful lot of faith in humanity.

I'm a romantic.

And sometimes you have to gamble on people.

The next shot won't miss!

Take off your shoes.

I'd like to leave you for the buzzards,

but I'll settle for this.

♪ Black, black, black is the color ♪

♪ Of my true love's hair ♪

♪ Her lips are something rosy fair ♪

♪ The prettiest face... ♪

I found her.

Where?

Well, she's in trouble.

Well, where is she now?

In hiding.

Those watchdogs you hear are wolves.

How do we call them off, man?

I'm waiting for the word now.

Maybe that's it.

Yeah?

It's for you.

Maybe it's the word.

Yeah.

I've been trying to reach you for half an hour.

Can you talk?

I could scream.

What about Henry Talbot?

I used a few old police department contacts

and checked him out.

Where is he? What's he doing?

Helping the grass grow at the Santa Marta Cemetery.

He's been dead since the end of January.

All legal. Accidental death.

Certificate signed by Dr. Gregory.

I wonder what the going price is for death certificates.

If I need you,

where can I reach you? Try the Santa Marta Cemetery.

Do we, uh, dig him up?

We do.

Only we don't use a shovel. We use a court order.

Digs a lot deeper and spreads the dirt a lot wider.

Who is it?

Whoever owns the face, the name behind it is Phillips.

Now get out of here fast.

Send a squad of armed pigeons over to Eagle's Nest.

Grave-robbing... That's a dirty crime.

Maybe you'd like to take off your shoes.

Mrs. David Blair Phillips, I presume?

I thought it over, Mannix, and I've come back.

I made a bargain with David,

and, this time, I'm going to keep it.

That's who I am... a woman who keeps her bargains.

Very honorable.

I got tired of running,

tired of all the violence.

Harvey Roanhorse is alive,

but he could have been dead because of me.

So I came home.

Never underestimate the power of half a billion dollars.

I never have.

That's the gold seal on our bargain...

Money, for the Table Rock Reservation Hospital.

Fair exchange... one nurse for $1 million.

That's a lot of money, just for a welcome home present.

David Blair Phillips makes that much in three days.

How is Mr. Phillips?

I haven't seen him yet.

He's under sedation.

Then who made the bargain?

I talked to Dr. Gregory.

He had instructions.

In the course of the haggling,

did he mention Henry Talbot?

You know, just two days after you went

for your little suicide swim,

Henry was buried in the Santa Marta Cemetery.

Henry?

Yeah. Dead?

And I got a feeling it wasn't from natural causes.

Mannix, be realistic.

David once told me,

"Violence is the last resort of fools."

My husband is not a fool.

Ruthless, of course.

But a fool...?

No.

And that's it, huh?

That tears it?

I'm very grateful.

And I'm all right.

Do me a favor, Susan... Tell your watchdogs

that you're going to drive me back into town?

Why?

Just go ahead, tell them, see what happens.

Bledsoe, would you bring the car out?

I'm going to be driving Mr. Mannix into town.

No dice.

What did you say?

I'm sorry. We got orders.

Well, I've just changed your orders!

I'm sorry.

Dr. Gregory!

Yes, Susan?

Is my husband awake yet?

Not yet.

Would you come in here immediately, please?

You beginning to get the picture?

Now, just take it easy.

I've got a land mine planted outside

by the name of Dean Hill.

It's due to explode any minute.

Susan, what's the problem?

Did you have the audacity to order those men to keep me here?

Well, you agreed to stay; that was understood.

You didn't answer her question.

I intend to leave.

Now, do you intend to stop me?

David gave absolute instructions.

David does not have the right.

I want to talk to him.

He's very ill, I told you.

Then he's in no condition to issue orders.

Where is he? Let's have this out right now.

He needs the rest.

I'm sorry. I can't permit it.

Were you as protective with your last patient... Henry Talbot?

Yes. What about Henry?

Tell her, Doc.

Um... He died.

A bad fall.

I was there, but there was nothing I could do.

So you certified his death certificate.

Very efficient.

Dr. Gregory,

please have my wife and Mr. Mannix

come upstairs.

David, I thought you were...

Ill? I'm not ill, Susan.

I'm dead.

Henry!

Henry Talbot.

Mm-hmm. Risen from the dead.

And David Blair Phillips is in your grave.

Then I did kill him.

It doesn't matter now.

No, Susan, you didn't kill him,

I did.

Well, he was unconscious, you'd run out...

there he lay, a half-billion- dollar opportunity.

So I, uh, finished the job for you.

For all that beautiful money.

What else?

You know, when a man controls

a really great fortune, he's insulated by it.

Nobody knows him,

especially if he's secretive, anonymous by choice.

So you took his identity.

Oh, no, that's really quite simple.

See, a very serious illness

will change a man's appearance.

And when he recovers, he looks a little thinner,

his face looks a little different.

With only a stray wife to get out of the way.

Now, Susan, I did not want that.

I would have kept the bargain.

But now that you've brought Mannix into it.

Bledsoe, get the car out.

Yes, sir.

You're going to, uh, kill the both of us, huh?

Well, you haven't got a chance of getting away with it.

You think not?

I'm, uh, I'm sorry, Susan.

Well, that's, uh, not good enough, Talbot.

I've left messages.

We're going to have some visitors

very soon now.

Not soon enough.

Travis, let's get a move on.

Hold it!

Well, Mannix, do you want it now or later?

Look out!

All right, hold it.

♪ ♪

You sure? No.

But you're still going back to the reservation and the hospital?

For a while.

Maybe longer.

I have to untangle myself.

Well, everything else is so simple here.

It gives me a chance to work out my own knots.

Just remember what I said...

Have faith in humanity.

Even your own.

Goodbye, Mannix.

Natani.

Where did you learn that?

The university library.

I figured it might come in handy,

knowing how to say goodbye in Navajo.

Oh...

Oh, and I also learned how to say hello.

Just in case I might need it... someday.