Original subtitles

♪♪

What have you got, Charlie?

Female Caucasian, age 25 or so.

Identity unknown.

Let's see her

Do you know her, Lieutenant?

Harry, call Joe Mannix.

Tell him to see if he can get down to the morgue right away.

♪♪

I'm sorry I'm late, Joe,

but the freeway was bumper-to-bumper.

Most employers would dock your pay a full hour.

I'll only deduct,

um...

37 minutes worth.

Did I miss anything important?

As a matter of fact, you did.

Your Aunt Sally rang.

Uh, supermarket says, they haven't got a rack of lamb.

Would a leg do?

Oh, and some, uh, sexy-voiced, uh, number called Candy

wants you to phone her as soon as you come in.

She thinks she may have left her sandals in your bowling bag.

Joe, I said I was sorry.

Yeah? Well, repeat that with a cup of coffee.

Oh, what's that on your desk?

Yeah, well, mine always tastes like aviation fuel.

Well, at least I'm indispensable at something.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he is.

Just a moment, please.

Sergeant Asher.

Yeah, Sarge.

The morgue?

Well, did the, uh, lieutenant say what it was about?

Uh, look, is he handy? Can I talk to him?

I see.

Okay, I'll meet him there.

Yeah, right away.

Something wrong, Joe?

I don't know, Peggy.

I don't know.

♪♪

I thought I was right but I couldn't be sure.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Yeah, I know, Art.

I, uh...

can give you her address...

The last one I had.

Could be out of date now.

We can get that later.

Yeah.

That particular stretch of beach...

I sure hate to count the times

Carol and I used to go down there.

Of course, washed in like that,

whatever happened could've happened miles away.

Come in.

How are you, Joe?

What have you got, Sam?

Drowning, apparently.

Only a preliminary report, but, uh,

we assume it occurred within the hour of immersion.

We set her death at some time on Monday the 17th.

Three days ago.

Yeah.

A small amount of water in her lungs... couple of c.c.'s...

And quite a bit of alcohol in the blood.

Stuck to her lifestyle right down to the wire.

Scotch and water...

light on the water.

Joe, I thought both of you

closed the door on that a year ago.

We did.

Is that all, Sam?

Except an opinion.

It looks to me like she meant to close the door on everything.

A few bruises, of course, but they're usual.

Otherwise, no signs of foul play.

Just walked into the water?

- Or jumped. - Could be.

Wrong.

I knew a little about her death style, too.

Neither one of those would've been part of it.

Leaving what?

How do you know she wasn't pushed?

Joe, don't read something between the lines.

She was an expert swimmer.

She knew her strength as well as she knew that ocean.

You can't even say positively she died from drowning.

I told you it was only a preliminary report.

Yeah, well, I'll wait for the next installment.

In the meantime, I'll do a little lab work of my own.

What have you got to go on?

An ingenious little device that starts ticking

the minute something rings phony.

It's located right here

and it's ticking.

I finally tracked down her last address, Joe.

She was sharing an apartment

with a girl by the name of Linda Loman.

Good.

Let's see what Miss Loman can come up with.

If there's anything to come up with.

You know, Peggy, sometimes you sound just like Art Malcolm.

It's just that the Carol Lockwood I met

seemed like the kind of a girl that could handle herself

in almost any situation.

Outside of herself, that is.

Well, what I mean, Joe, is that...

I don't think there was any girl

that could've been more in love with you.

It's just that she couldn't settle for that

and went on to reach for more.

Yeah...

Yachts, diamonds, and...

menus in French.

And that's just about what she went on to.

And Dana Royal certainly could supply them.

Only Dana Royal isn't exactly the forever type.

Three or four months

on the merry-go-round with a tycoon,

and, uh, the music stops and no brass ring.

The question is,

where did she grab the next ride?

Peggy, uh, give Malcolm a call.

See if he can meet me at the Loman girl's apartment.

Right.

An enemy?

Carol?

At least none that I knew of.

Had you, uh, noticed anything different

about Carol lately?

No.

Nothing at all?

Uh, no broken dates?

No money problems?

Uh, no visits to her doctor?

No depression?

No talk about... doing away with herself?

Anything but.

You'd think she was on top of the world...

judging from her note, anyway.

A note?

What note?

We always leave each other notes.

I mean, we did.

It was waiting for me

late Sunday night when I got home.

It's the last word I've had from her.

Could we see that note, Miss Loman?

Oh, yes. Of course.

"By the time you get this,

I'll be, as the saying goes, all at sea."

She wasn't kidding, was she?

"Anyway, I'll be back at sea

"and fishing for the biggest catch of all

with guess who."

And did you guess who?

Well, I know who it sounded like.

Only I thought that was all over with months ago.

You mean Dana Royal?

Well...

thank you, Miss Loman.

Oh, uh, if anything else should occur to you,

you'll give me a call, won't you?

Oh, yes. Of course.

She was just guessing, Joe.

Yeah, well, it's at least worth a few questions, isn't it,

a little conversation with the great man?

What, a girlish note with a "guess who" riddle in it?

Is that your idea of a hot lead?

Art, do you know Dana Royal?

Yeah, I know him.

What do you think of him?

I mean, uh, not talking as a cop.

Well, if you put it that way,

I think the wrong body got washed up.

Okay. Then what's the harm?

All right, I'll talk to him, but only because I'm thorough.

I don't think I'm gonna find anything.

Yeah, I know Dana Royal, Joe. What about him?

Well, I was wondering if he had a fishing rig.

The guy's got a regular fleet.

Everything from a dinghy on up...

Speedboat, racing sloop, converted P.T.

Well, I was mainly interested in a fishing rig.

Well, that's a 30-foot deep V, glass,

twin inboards, top of 40 knots.

A whole lot of boat.

I was also interested in its comings and goings

in the past few days,

like, uh, who he had aboard.

You think you might ask around for me?

You on a case, Joe?

Could be.

♪♪

We aren't the only ones who can't reach Dana Royal.

He missed a stockholders meeting this morning,

and his partners are pretty uptight about it.

Then why aren't you?

Make something incriminating out of it, and maybe I would be.

Sensitive bellies don't count for a thing around here, Joe.

What have you got on the girl, Sam?

Your message mentioned some new findings.

Right.

For one thing, it seems

she suffered a little more than a few bruises.

Like what?

It turns out, she had a fractured skull.

Don't make too much of that, Joe.

We isolated a singed area of her clothing,

and we got some traces of gasoline from the fibers.

At first, it shapes up like an explosion,

in which case,

the fracture could've been caused by flying metal.

Excuse me.

Lab. Wyman speaking.

Yes, he is. For you, Joe.

Hello.

Al Grady, Joe, about Dana Royal.

Well, he tanked up his deep V at the gas dock,

about dawn on the 17th.

No sign of it since.

Yeah, you might also like to know

that he had a girl with him when he shoved off.

Beautiful, redhead?

Right on the button, Joe.

Uh, one more thing.

Thanks a lot, Al.

The Coast Guard has a sea-air search underway

for Royal's fishing rig.

He took it out all right,

and Carol was with him.

Well, judging from that report...

Explosion, flying metal...

I guess we can figure out what happened.

Boat blew up, both of 'em aboard.

Which means that any time now,

the ocean will be nudging up another body onto the shore.

Mm-hmm. Sounds logical.

But not logical enough, right, Joe?

Oh, Joe, there's a young lady waiting for you inside.

Mrs. Mclver... Unable to locate her husband.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Joe.

Her husband works for Dana Royal.

Mr. Mannix?

Yes.

Mrs. Mclver, uh... please sit down.

Thank you.

"M-i-n-h."

Is that pronounced, uh, Minh?

Yes.

Very pretty name.

Thank you.

And your husband's a pilot for Dana Royal?

He flies for Trianon Air Freight,

one of Mr. Royal's companies,

a small one.

They fly cargo between here and Vietnam.

Is, uh,

that where you're from?

Yes.

I met Allan in Saigon.

He was with the Air Force then.

The last time I saw him, the day before yesterday,

he had just come back from there.

He... he brought me this barrette.

It's jade.

You wear it nicely.

Thank you.

Mrs. Mclver, uh,

was your husband troubled in any way,

uh, disturbed?

No.

He was the happiest I've ever seen him.

There had been money problems.

He spent a lot.

He's more extravagant than he should be.

But this time...

he said everything was coming up roses.

Only now, I'm not so sure of that.

Mrs. Mclver,

there's one thing that...

that puzzles me a little.

What is that?

Why didn't you go to the police about this?

I-I didn't want to cause him any embarrassment,

in case everything turned out all right.

And when he left,

you had no reason to believe everything wasn't all right?

No.

He told me that he had to go out for a little while...

A spot of business.

I thought it was some paperwork at the airport,

something like that.

And when you phoned later,

you found out he never went to the airport.

That's right.

No word since?

Do you have a picture of your husband?

At the apartment.

I'd like to have it.

Maybe I could pick it up in the morning.

Of course.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Mannix,

thank you for helping me.

Wait until I've done something.

Bye-bye. Thank you.

Bye-Bye, Mrs. Mclver.

Peggy, I think we can use Albie on this one.

See what we can dig up on Allan Mclver...

Uh, background, service record, uh, character rundown.

- The works, huh? - Right.

Am I interrupting anything?

No, no. Come on in, Art.

I was in the neighborhood

when the report came over the radio,

and I thought you might be interested.

I might,

if I knew the report.

The Coast Guard helicopter landed a big one off Catalina.

Dana Royal?

That's right.

Alive?

How did you guess that?

Just give me the rest of it.

All I know is what was in the report.

He was clinging to a piece of wreckage.

Right now, he's on his way to St. Anne's hospital

for observation.

Do me a favor, Art.

I want to see Royal the second he can talk.

Can you arrange it?

Joe, there is no case.

The man's boat exploded. It happens every weekend.

What do you want us to do,

nail him for having gas fumes in the bilges?

Yeah, a boat explodes,

the skipper survives but the passenger dies.

You just gonna accept that?

He hadn't seen Carol Lockwood in months.

What was his motive?

What possible reason could he have for killing her?

That's exactly what I intend to find out...

right after I talk to Dana Royal.

♪♪

♪♪

They keep sending me nurses like you, little lady,

and they'll never get me outta here.

Well...

Mr. Mannix.

That'll be all for now. Thank you.

Well, you must be one rugged fellow, Mr. Royal,

considering what you've been through.

It'll take more than three days in the ocean

to do me in.

As a matter of fact,

the helicopter was the worst part of it.

I never fly if I can help it.

Is that right?

I suppose you're here about Carol.

Mostly that, yes.

Yeah, it's a terrible thing.

Would you mind telling me why you suddenly decided

to see her again on Friday,

uh, after backing away so long?

I suppose my attorney

would call that a loaded question.

Mm-hmm.

At the very least, privileged information.

But I don't mind telling you.

Good. I'd like to know.

Well, we were after bluefin tuna.

There hasn't been one around these waters for years.

And then all at once,

last week, no rhyme or reason, they were back.

Carol and I used to chase bluefin

up and down Baja in the old days.

And when this terrific run started,

it just made sense

to put a call through to an old fishing pal.

Any ideas about the explosion,

the cause of it?

No.

All of a sudden, there was this...

roar, and...

flame and...

then the boat...

disintegrated.

And the next thing I knew, I was in the water.

Holding on to a piece of wreckage?

And doing some praying, I don't mind telling you...

till I was spotted.

A miracle's the only way I can describe it.

I'd say half a miracle.

What?

Your passenger wasn't so lucky.

No.

I never did see poor Carol,

from the moment of the explosion.

How do you account for that?

Well, naturally, I've wondered about it myself.

Could be that she was struck by...

something and was unconscious

before she hit the water.

The medical examiner goes along with you on that.

Figures she could have been dead

a split second before she hit the water.

Yeah, I suppose that's possible.

Or for that matter, even an hour before.

No way of telling.

I can tell you.

She wasn't.

Listen, Mannix...

let's not, either of us, be under any delusions here.

I didn't know we were.

You think I don't realize

you'd give your eyeteeth to sink a hook into me,

after Carol?

You're taking too much credit.

I haven't really been an ardent fan of yours

since long before I ever met Carol.

But get well anyway.

By the way, uh,

I was sorry to hear about your man Mclver.

Who?

Allan Mclver. He flies for you.

Uh, your Trianon lines.

Well, Trianon's just one of my many interests.

I don't know everybody who works for me.

What about him?

He's been missing the last couple of days.

Well, I'd hardly know about that, would I?

I've been a little out of touch myself lately.

♪♪

Mclver's been averaging two round-trips a month

between here and Saigon.

A total of 12 so far.

What sort of cargo?

Albie hit a stone wall on that one,

but he got something maybe as good...

A line on his recent bank deposits.

Listen to this.

Well, what do you know?

I'll get back to you, Peggy.

♪♪

Mr. Mannix. Come in, please.

Thank you.

I have the photograph for you.

It's over there.

Say, this is, uh, very nice.

Thank you.

This is Allan.

Mm.

Plays poker,

favors bourbon,

um, down-to-earth,

and has a soft Tennessee drawl.

You have been working, haven't you?

Yeah, with some help.

I was thinking about the night he left,

his saying he was going out for "a spot of business,"

I believe you told me.

Now that doesn't sound like a boy from Tennessee.

No.

Allan didn't say that.

Who did say it?

The woman who called. I answered the phone.

Who is she? Do you know?

I thought she was from the airline office.

I remember she said, "would you put him on, please?

I have a spot of business I want to discuss with him."

Mr. Mannix...

you don't think that he's...

Mixed up with a woman?

Not that way.

No more than you do.

I don't understand.

Help me to understand, Mrs. Mclver.

Help me to understand how a man who could put away

almost $90,000 for 6 months work

could have a money problem.

$90,000?

Yeah, that's what his bank account shows,

almost to the penny.

I don't know anything about that.

Only that his problems were about to be solved? How?

Now you can't possibly have a money problem

at $90,000 a year unless you wanted more money.

Don't you agree?

I don't know.

This isn't pilot salary we're talking about, Mrs. Mclver,

not that kind of money.

So why don't you level with me?

The truth for once, what you're really thinking.

You have no right to talk to me that way.

One question... Why did you wait days

before reporting him missing?

I kept hoping he'd come back.

And you wouldn't have to open up something

that might bring the police on the run.

I had no proof that he was doing anything wrong.

I still have no proof.

But you have senses, intuition, like I have.

When I find out

a pilot's been banking more money than he should,

I start thinking about smuggling.

I see contraband, like gold, uncut diamonds,

jade, narcotics, maybe even people.

What do you see, Mrs. Mclver?

Allan needed all this.

I found out that...

that nothing...

Not me, not anything in the world...

Mattered to him as much as money.

It was his whole life.

Let's hope that isn't what it's cost him.

♪♪

Creo que es un Americano.

♪♪

♪♪

This smuggling angle, Joe,

do you have any more proof of smuggling

than you have about anything else in this case?

I'm telling you, it's all there, Art,

if you'd only try and see it.

Mclver wanted a bigger cut from Dana Royal

and threatened to blow the whistle if he didn't get it.

And that was Royal's answer... A bullet in the back.

Fired by remote control, I suppose.

Was that before or after the student pilot

spotted him in the ocean?

Student pilot?

You said the Coast Guard found him.

I said the Coast Guard picked him up.

That was after the pilot saw him and sent word to them.

Doesn't that strike you as kind of cockeyed, Art?

Why?

Well, the whole Coast Guard

search-and-rescue operation comes up blank.

And then some private plane, a student pilot at that,

finds the needle in the haystack.

So?

Who was the pilot?

I don't know, Joe. What difference does it make?

It happened to be somebody with pretty good eyesight

who happened to be flying over the right stretch of ocean

at the right time of day.

Yeah.

That's exactly the way it hit me.

Thanks.

Miss Kellaway?

Yes.

That was, uh, very well done.

Well, thank you.

Compliment me on my plane handling these days,

and I'll be your slave forever.

Well, that won't be necessary.

Just a few comments about yesterday's plane handling

will do nicely.

Out over the ocean.

You mean the endurance swimmer?

Right.

I'm a private investigator, Miss Kellaway.

My name is Mannix.

Insurance, am I right?

Uh, that man's boat...

I read in the paper about it exploding.

Well, if you've read the papers,

you don't just say, "that man's boat."

That ant-like figure that was floating around down there

was none other than Dana Royal.

Yes, how about that?

Uh, but I-I don't see what this...

Well, we don't know that there was anything irregular,

but we like to cover the case from,

oh, call it pre-blastoff to rescue,

which seems to include you.

The papers were just a bit sketchy.

Well, I was...

practicing some banking turns out over the water.

The plane belongs to Bayside here.

I'm sort of their golden girl.

Soloed in six hours to the minute

after my first lesson.

You should've been my instructor.

Of course, I had to work at it.

Didn't help my regular career one bit.

What career was that?

I'm a photographer.

I have a studio on the strip.

If you ever want to be a centerfold in a magazine,

just give me a call.

I'll remember that.

Yes...

the banking turns.

Oh, well, I must have been about 18 miles out,

winged over, and there was this seal.

I mean, I thought it was a seal

except it seemed to be clinging to something,

which is pretty weird.

Then after I buzzed it a couple of times,

of course I saw it was this man, waving his hand.

There's "that man" again.

All right. Dana Royal.

But from a couple of thousand feet up, who's to know?

Yeah, right.

At that altitude, a quick pass,

uh, who's to even know Royal from a waterlogged woman?

Well, I suppose you wouldn't.

But later, it turned out it was a man.

That's why I must have put it that way automatically.

So you, uh, got on the radio with an S.O.S.

Along came the Coast Guard chopper,

and I flew back, feeling as though...

well, as though I'd earned my merit badge for the day.

Score one for the Girl Scouts.

Well, I'm, uh, much obliged to you, Miss Kellaway,

as I imagine Mr. Royal is, to put it mildly.

That I wouldn't know.

Oh?

I doubt he even knows my name.

Well, I'd say that's, uh, his loss.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

You can visit me in my studio anytime.

♪♪

What if Royal hasn't thanked her yet?

Can't you give him a little time to recuperate?

No, listen, Art.

He was as fit when they hauled him out

as when he went in.

Now forget orchids or a mink coat.

The least he could do was make a phone call.

Something to thank the girl for saving his life.

Okay.

We'll book him for rank ingratitude

and being just plain tight with a buck.

That oughta be good for at least 20 years.

All I'm suggesting, Art, is that it's so unreasonable,

it means something.

So... interpret it for me.

My stomach doesn't tick like yours.

I'd say he was making a point of steering clear of her

to, uh, blur the connection,

and I'd say she was making

the same point with regard to him.

Shied completely away from his name at every turn.

Fine, Joe.

That's just the kind of solid, hard-rock evidence we need

in order to get an instant indictment

against both of them.

First things first, Art,

like Miss Kellaway's remarkable talents as a flyer.

You can bet your boots, she's good.

I knew that right after the first week.

Not that she didn't try to fake it.

Fake it?

Yeah, you know, she...

I better...

This might be confidential, you know, to her.

Was there something wrong?

No, nothing like that.

It's just that... Trying to pretend

she's a first-time student, you know...

You mean, she'd flown before?

Oh, yeah.

There was a guy here from Vancouver a little while back,

He didn't know her, but he recognized her, you know?

And he came to me and said,

"What is she doing taking flying lessons?

She's a regular Amelia Earhart."

Didn't you ever ask her about it?

No, I didn't care. It means nothing to me.

Maybe she's showing off for a few guys.

I don't care, you know.

Anyway, when she rents a plane, I can rest easy.

Like the one three or four days ago?

That was a night rental, wasn't it?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, there was something funny about that.

You mean where she went?

No, that was right over here to Riverside.

Said she was gonna practice some night landings, you know?

She brought that plane back, it was empty.

I mean, it was empty.

That's a lot of landing.

Yeah, with that much gas, a person could make

a round-trip to, uh, ooh, Mexico, huh?

And then some.

That's great. That's a terrific outfit.

You look like Charlie Chaplin.

That's great.

Yeah, that's fan...

tastic.

Straight into the lens.

Yeah, I like that.

Good. Give us those eyes. Uh-huh.

That's terrific.

Now move a little to the right.

Now a little to the left.

That's... that's perfect. Hold it.

No, no smile, honey.

Genevieve, no smile.

Well, Mr. Mannix.

You didn't waste any time.

I'm very flattered.

What do you think of it?

Well, I couldn't be more impressed.

Maybe the next trip, I can really look it over.

Not more questions.

Let's just say, it's an instant replay

of some of the answers.

Frankly, they didn't seem altogether...

What?

Truthful, Miss Kellaway.

They didn't seem altogether truthful.

I'm not altogether accustomed to being called a liar, either.

Well, we can, uh, glide safely over your flying expertise,

at least for now.

Let's talk about your association with Dana Royal.

But I've already told you...

I know what you told me.

The question is, why?

Have yourself a little break, will you, pet?

I've got a spot of business to take care of over here.

It'll only take a minute.

Uh, this may take more than a minute, Miss Kellaway.

Oh?

Yes.

Telling me about the spot of business

you took care of with Allan Mclver.

Who?

Allan Mclver...

Another acquaintance of Dana Royal.

I've never heard of him.

Well, you phoned him the other night

to get him out of the house and on his way to Mexico.

Well, well, well, Mr. Royal. Come in. Come in.

We were just talking about you.

Mr. Mannix,

isn't it funny running into you here?

I was just thinking that it's, uh,

it's time I thank the young lady for saving my life.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's better late than never.

Uh, you are Miss Kellaway, I take it?

You know she's Miss Kellaway.

You certainly must have known that a couple of nights ago

when the two of you were with Allan Mclver.

Do you have any idea

what this man is raving about, Miss Kellaway?

She does,

but I can probably tell you better.

It's mainly about Allan Mclver,

who certainly made the mistake of his life,

trying to shake you down for more money.

You keep that up, Mannix,

you're gonna wind up with a slander suit

that'll polish you off for good.

Now let me tell you something...

You've just about hit the end of your runway,

both of you.

See you in court.

You'll make a handsome pair.

You were bluffing, Joe. You had to be.

No, hear me out, Art.

Let's start at the beginning.

Royal knows he has to take care of Mclver,

but he needs an alibi, airtight.

So what does he do?

He sacrifices his own fishing rig

and someone along with it

who had nothing to do with the case.

I take it you mean Carol Lockwood.

He sets up a co-victim,

a partner in the catastrophe.

He deliberately kills Carol

to give himself the kind of an alibi

nobody can doubt.

Or attack, either.

Now Carol is already unconscious when the Kellaway girl

pulls up alongside the fishing rig,

probably in Dana's speedboat.

She picks him off and heads for shore

as the rig explodes.

Now Royal has a spot of business elsewhere.

Mclver.

And together, they fly Mclver to Mexico

and shut him up for good.

Then Miss Kellaway returns with just enough gas left

to put Royal back in the ocean,

where he can flounder around for a respectable time.

At least until she can come out later

and discover him for the Coast Guard.

Joe...

do you intend to prove all that?

Art...

that phone call that sent Mclver to his death

was answered by Mclver's wife.

Now she'd recognize that voice if she heard it again.

So all we have to do is f...

What's the matter?

I told the Kellaway girl

that I knew she had made that phone call.

Mrs. Mclver!

Mrs. Mclver, it's Joe Mannix.

Mrs. Mclver?

Joe, we...

I gave her to them...

on a platter.

♪♪

♪♪

Well, it couldn't have been more than 20 minutes ago.

I was putting a new bulb in the sign outside.

That's when I saw her.

With anyone?

Yeah, a couple, getting in this car.

A white Mercedes sedan?

Uh, yeah, yeah, it was.

Well, look, I-I didn't think anything about it.

Uh, no rough stuff that I could see, you know.

Uh, grant you, it was... It was pretty dark, but...

I understand.

Uh, Mr. Farin, this is Joe Mannix.

We were talking earlier today.

Yes, Mr. Mannix. What can I do for you?

Did Leona Kellaway rent a plane tonight by any chance?

No, not that I know of. No.

Uh, she was with a couple...

A guy about 40 and a Vietnamese girl.

No, I haven't seen anybody like that around here tonight,

but then, I've been busy all night.

You know, I've been stuck in the office.

My phone number's on the card I left you.

Now if she shows up, I'd appreciate a call,

and try and keep her there.

This is a police case right about now.

Okay.

This is a big place, Joe.

How would I know if Royal's taken his speedboat out?

Well, find out, will you, Grady?

And if he hasn't but starts to, hold him there.

All right, Joe.

Yeah, Rick. What can I do for you?

Andy, give me the, uh, call sheet

on the, uh, Macintosh case, will you?

That one went sour. It's gonna cost us.

What a night.

Hey.

I'll be back in about a minute.

Hi, Andy. How's the weather?

Ah, clear as a bell, Miss Kellaway.

The wings' itching, huh?

Yes, I see that new Bonanza's available.

I thought I might practice some night instrument training

up and down the coast.

Great night for it.

Uh, want any help?

No, thanks. I can manage.

Well, she's all gassed up.

Just sign there.

You've got a complete make

on the vehicle and the three people in it.

Why haven't you nailed 'em?

Look, we're on it.

The county sheriff's on it, and the state highway patrol.

Can't do much more, Lieutenant.

Well, you've got my phone number here.

Call me the minute there's a break.

Who just took off in the new Bonanza?

The Kellaway chick.

Man, I wouldn't mind checking out the coastline

with her myself some night.

Oh, no.

What's with you?

What's with me? What's with her?

Mannix just called. She's wanted by the cops.

The cops?

Yep. Ah.

That's all I need.

I haven't got enough headaches.

She's not back yet, Mr. Mannix. She's still up there.

And you didn't see who was with her?

All I know is, she was alone

when she came in and signed out for the plane.

Where was it parked, the plane?

At the end of the runway.

Get in and show me.

Okay.

♪♪

That's the car.

The plane was parked right over there.

Mrs. Mclver's.

Gotta come down sometime.

Well, the question is, will Mrs. Mclver still be with them?

Anybody that'd kill an innocent girl

and shoot a man in the back

wouldn't bat an eye about dumping Mrs. Mclver overboard.

I only hope Royal meant

what he said in the hospital about planes.

What about 'em?

Flying isn't his favorite sport.

Let's go.

Where to?

The tower. You've got some talking to do.

♪♪

Hey, Rick. What's up?

The new Bonanza's up.

Any word from Miss Kellaway since she took off?

Police officer. Try and raise her on the radio.

When he gets her,

tell her to turn around and come back immediately.

Tell her something's wrong with the plane.

Wrong like what?

Just make it up.

Bonanza 39 Victor.

This is Santa Monica tower.

Come in, please.

Bonanza 39 Victor, This is Santa Monica tower.

Come in, please.

39 Victor,

come in please.

Not answering.

Your turn. Scare her.

Miss Kellaway, can you hear me?

Miss Kellaway, can you hear me?

This is Rick Farin.

Miss Kellaway, this is Rick from Bayside.

You gotta bring that plane right back.

The oil pump is not working.

It's dangerous.

Miss Kellaway,

Andy didn't know it when he checked the plane out to you.

Now bring that plane right back.

That engine could seize up on you.

Can you hear me?

You're supposed to know about these things.

What does the gauge say?

The oil pressure looks fine.

Well, tell him so.

Santa Monica tower, this is Bonanza 3-9 Victor.

Rick, the oil pressure looks fine.

Don't worry. I'll be back on schedule.

Let me have that.

Miss Kellaway, this is Joe Mannix.

I'm gonna spell it out to you.

Do you read me, Miss Kellaway?

Keep going.

We'll take care of our problem.

Land somewhere down the coast.

Miss Kellaway,

we know Royal's with you and so is Mrs. Mclver.

You were seen leaving her place.

Proving nothing.

We found her jade hair clip

in the back of your car.

She left it there for us to find.

In your car, Miss Kellaway, not Royal's.

I'm sure he saw to that.

What's the difference?

Without her, he's got nothing on either of us.

And I'm sure he's had the bright idea

of dropping Mrs. Mclver into the ocean

and landing someplace down the coast.

I tell you, there's nothing he can touch us with.

Miss Kellaway?

Do you read me, Miss Kellaway?

We must be out far enough.

Start heading south.

Come in. Come in, Miss Kellaway.

They still can't prove a thing.

And we'll go on from there,

in the clear,

on our own, just the two of us,

for as long as you like.

All we need to do is...

Come in. Come in, Miss Kellaway.

Now listen to me, Miss Kellaway...

there's something you'd better consider.

If Royal kills that girl now,

there's only one witness left... you.

I don't have to remind you

what happened to another one of his playmates... Carol Lockwood...

Can't you see what he's trying to do?

Or what happened

on that last trip to Mexico to Allan Mclver.

Shut it off.

Miss Kellaway,

you're the only one that can call the turns now.

Don't worry about Royal. He's a fish out of water.

He can't fly, and he's terrified of planes.

There are people like that, you know?

Shoot a man, murder a girl, but planes?

They're petrified.

I said shut it off.

Use your head.

You're the only one who can tie him into every part of this.

He knows that.

You don't honestly think he's gonna let you live

after this is over?

What's the matter with you? You want us to crash?

Miss Kellaway, listen to me.

You land Royal anywhere but right back here,

the minute you step off that plane,

you're stepping into your grave.

Miss Kellaway,

if you want to stay alive, you'd better turn around.

You do just as I say, Leona.

Go ahead, Dana. Pull the trigger.

This time, there'll be nobody left to find you

after we crash.

♪♪

Go on past to the end of the runway.

I mean it.

♪♪

That must have been very uncomfortable, Mrs. Mclver.

Well, Mr. Mannix,

if you ever decide to be a centerfold in a magazine,

I guess you'll have to call another photographer.

Are you all right, Mrs. Mclver?

I was so frightened.

You know, I'm, uh...

very glad that you, uh,

left your calling card.

It helped.

How can I ever thank you for what you did, Mr. Mannix?

Well, for a start, uh...

how about a little smile?

That'll do it.

One of our men will take you home, Mrs. Mclver.

And tomorrow, we can try and piece it together.

My stomach doesn't tick like yours, Joe,

but when it's neglected, it kicks like a mule.

Come on. I'll buy you dinner.

Yeah.