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MAN: Beautiful!

Okay, turn on the lights.

Pose.

Pose again.

Use the flower.

Pose again.

Okay?

Just a few more.

Look out this way.

(shutter clicks) Beautiful!

Beautiful!

MODEL: Ramon?

Ramon?

Ramon, wait!

Ramon?

Ramon...

Ramon...

Ramon, is that you?

Joyce!

Joyce?

What's with you, doll face, huh?

I saw an old friend.

On your own time,
okay, sweetheart?

I'm sorry.

It was someone who
meant a lot to me.

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Well, I did call the police,
but they turned me down.

WICKERSHAM: Why?

Well, they said it wasn't a
police missing person case.

Now, would you hold a
moment please, Miss Loman?

Please bring in the
list of available agents.

All right, Miss Loman,
I'll put a man on the case.

Do you have a business phone?

Uh, well, kind of.

I'm a model and I'm working
the International Home Show,

but, uh, it doesn't
open until tonight.

The International Home Show.

And is there a phone there
where we can reach you?

Oh, one moment please.

All right, Miss Loman,

I'm sending a man
named Jack Fredericks.

He should be at your
house within an hour.

Uh, Mr. Wickersham, uh,

do you happen to have
an agent named, uh,

let's see, Mansfield?

Or Manners?

Could it be Mannix?

Yes, that's it.

Uh, he was highly
recommended to me.

Is he available?

I'll check with him.

Oh, good. Could
you call me back?

Oh, I don't think that will
be necessary, Miss Loman.

Just put him on.

(laughs)

He wants to talk to you.

Yeah, Lou.

All right, Mannix,
since when does

a simple missing
boyfriend case turn you on?

Well, she happens to
be a good friend of mine

and I'd kind of
like to help her out.

Just a friend?

Maybe you shouldn't be on
the case if she's anything more.

No, no, Lou, that, that
was a couple of years ago.

It's all over now,

and she's a very good friend

and I'd like to
help her out, okay?

All right.

Thanks.

That makes it official.

Now, tell me everything
you know about him,

like, uh, habits,
hobbies, problems,

things like that.

Strange... usually
when people disappear,

they change nothing
but their names.

His name is Ramon Verona.

He's about five-ten.

Dark.

Very good looking.

Any, uh, identifying marks?

Yes, a matter of fact,
he has a scar on his chin.

Good.

Now, let's see,

we met in New York last year.

He was working
for a travel bureau

that was selling economy tours

to some of the models.

And we started going out.

I was on the rebound,
if you remember.

When I left New York,

I told him it would be
better if he forgot about me.

So I didn't hear from
him until last night.

All of a sudden, there he
was, walking down the street.

Uh, when he called
you this morning,

did he actually say he was
going to commit suicide?

Well... no.

Well, he said it was
more than he could bear,

knowing that he
couldn't have me.

And it was the way
that he said good-bye,

I know that's what he meant.

Oh, Joe, you've got to
do something before he...

Otherwise I'll always
feel it was my fault.

Well, that's a big city.

Where do I start?

Well, he said that he was
walking home last night

when he saw me.

So maybe that means that
he could live somewhere

near the corner where
we were working, hmm?

Do you think you
can find him, Joe?

Oh, it's easy.

Just simple leg work.

You just go from house to
house knocking on a lot of doors,

asking questions
of a lot of people

who have their own
problems and aren't too wild

about helping you
find a Latin lover.

Eventually, if you're lucky

you wind up with a
couple of straight answers,

and end up at the right door.

Even if it takes all night.

♪ ♪

(knocking on door)

♪ ♪

(flipping switch)

(woman screaming)

(coin jangling)

Get me Homicide.

What is it? What happened?

I just came out
with the garbage.

I guess a guy gets to the point

where it just doesn't matter.

What if somebody's
still up in that room?

Boy, I hate things like this.

Oh, how I hate things
like this. Well, maybe he...

Cops will be all over the place.

Is he...?

Dead.

Did you, uh, know Señor Balagar?

Yeah... that's not him.

Look, why don't
you call the police?

Uh, they should be notified.

Ma'am?

Oh.

I think you'd better go along.

She looks like she's
about to pass out.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Help?

(thud)

(softly groaning)

(door opens)

Hands. Sergeant.

Well, who's this?

A tourist.

I'll tell you when.

It's on my belt.

Good. Turn around.

Okay.

What were you doing in here?

Gaining consciousness.

Empty your pockets.

Joe Mannix,
private investigator.

Works for Intertect.

Hey, Sergeant, this is the guy

that called in the
Cintron homicide.

What were you doing there?

Uh, Cintron left a message
for me to meet him.

Leave you a message
for you to come here, too?

No, that was my own idea.

What did Cintron want with you?

He never got to say.

Guess.

I've got no idea, Sergeant.

If I knew, would I have
to come down here?

You mind if I get dressed?

So you met Cintron,
had an argument,

maybe over the fee.

You know, a guy with your
build could underestimate

his own strength and
break a man's neck.

It looked to me like he
was pushed out that window.

After he was killed.

Then you called us
to cover for yourself,

frisked Cintron, found nothing.

Came here to steal whatever
he was trying to peddle. Right?

Right. And when I
caught myself in the act,

I knocked myself out, and
just laid here on the floor

waiting for you to find me.

You gonna book me?

Go on.

You didn't give me
much to feed in, Mannix.

Even a computer functions
better on a square meal.

All we've got are the file
names on three cases.

Now, that's not much.
What do you want?

I had roughly five seconds
in a dark room last night.

You're lucky I remembered
the names on three files.

The three cases you remembered.

Now, uh, case number
one in Diego Cintron's file,

Benjamin Lorkin,
a divorce matter.

Uh, the husband's in
New York, the wife's here.

She hired Cintron
for the usual reasons.

The, uh, second case
is Lorraine Frocks.

That's a dress house,
the factory's here.

Their original designs
are being stolen.

Joyce Loman was
in New York recently.

That could tie her
into the divorce case.

Did she ever model
for Lorraine Frocks?

I'll ask her.

Now the other name you gave us

was Costa Verde.

Now, that could
refer to the country

or to the international holding
company of the same name.

I'm checking both.

Now, wait a minute, Parker,
there was a fourth case.

The file with the
word "Help" on it.

It's just a word.

Well, feed it in.

Thoroughness is the
lifeblood of Intertect.

Feed it in, Parker.

Lou, would you run a
fast print check on that?

Oh, where'd you get it?

Around. "Around"?

Yeah. Around the apartment
where the man was killed?

Part of the job,
protecting the client.

Where does
protecting a client end

and concealing evidence begin?

Okay, okay, so turn
it over to the police.

I can see the headlines now.

"Intertect Fingers
Its Own Client."

Should be great for business.

Mannix.

Now, don't get edgy, Joe.

I'm your friend.

Is that what you are, Lou?

No, I'm an idiot!

Because you told the
police Diego Cintron

phoned here asking
for you and I swore to it.

You know, your reflexes
are sharp as ever.

You ought to be on the
outside, fighting the good fight.

That's your problem, Mannix.

You keep forgetting
Intertect is not at war.

Our side, their side...
Everybody wants to win.

What would you call it?

(engine starts)

(gasps)

Hi.

Hi.

Well, any luck?

♪ ♪

I thought you said the
name on the bell was Carlos...

Balagar. Balagar.

Well, why did you even
bother to check the apartment?

I was looking for Latin names.

You must have been
in the wrong apartment.

Did you give him
a cigarette case

with your name inscribed on it?

Yes.

I was in the right apartment.

I just won't believe that
Ramon had anything to do with it.

That other fellow...
Balagar. Balagar.

Maybe he lent him
the cigarette case.

Maybe he pushed that
detective out the window.

You do have a way of
thinking the worst about people.

Joe, I think people have
to be kind to each other.

Hey.

I'd just like to see you
get hurt a little less often.

(silenced shot)

(screams)

Get down!

Now what?

Someone's shooting at us.

I didn't hear anything.

He's using a silencer.

(silenced shot)

(gasps)

Is the game over?

No, not yet.

We can't stay here.

(ricochet pinging)

Let's go!

(silenced shot)

Get down!

Joe!

Will you stay down?!

(engine starts)

(silenced shot echoes)

(tires squeal)

(silenced shot echoes)

Joe!

I feel absolutely ridiculous.

It's good for your career.

Sit down.

Ouch. Now, you
can tell me the story.

What story?

The real one, and you
can start with everything

you forgot to tell me
about Ramon Verona.

I told you. He called me,

and... Yeah, I know, he
was gonna kill himself.

Well, if he was, I never
saw a guy so confused

about which way
to point the gun.

JOYCE: Wait a minute,

what makes you so
sure it was Ramon?

MANNIX: A good guess.

You know of anyone
else who wants to kill you?

Well... well, people
shoot at you all the time.

Maybe it was one
of your old friends.

WICKERSHAM: Mannix,

could you come into
my office, please?

Wait here.

Big brother is watching.

I don't want to
hear the explanation

for the beach
party in your office.

I'm sure your reasons
will be quite convincing.

So what did you want?

Get rid of the girl.

I want you to drop the case.

Why?

Mannix, I've traveled
a long, hard road

to build this store
to where it is today.

The police could make me
close up shop in ten minutes.

You're running scared, Lou.

They can't prove a thing.

How do you know?

You've lied to them,
you've withheld

what may be important
evidence, and I'll bet...

I'll just bet you don't even
know what this case is about.

A man threatened
to kill himself.

Do you believe that?

No. But she's still our client.

And she is paying us
to find her boyfriend.

You're not going to find him.

What makes you so sure?

This.

We ran a complete check
on both Ramon Verona,

the name your client gave you,

and Carlos Balagar,
the alias he was using.

No driver's license was
ever issued to either of them.

No military record
or draft card.

Not even a Social
Security number.

And Joyce Loman told you
he worked in a travel agency.

Are you beginning
to get the drift?

Well, he's a foreigner.

Did you check Immigration?

No record of entry.

What about the prints
on the cigarette case?

Total blank, no match anywhere.

Beginning to see why I'm so
sure you're not going to find him?

I don't know who killed
Diego Cintron, but the mythical

boyfriend your client told
you about doesn't exist.

You're chasing a shadow.

Well, maybe that's what
your computers tell you.

There's something
they don't know.

You know that nice
clean company car

I checked out this morning?

It now has four
bullet holes in it.

Now, why don't you shove
that car into your computer

and see if it still whistles
"Me and My Shadow."

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Joe, I didn't lie to you!

You know, it's a funny
thing about computers.

You feed them a lie, and
they have to believe you.

They got no choice.
But you don't believe me?

No. I've got an advantage.

I can look into your eyes.

I can see your
face get a little red.

Now what is Ramon
Verona's real name?

(sighs)

All right, I did lie to you,

but not about his name.

He didn't call me,
and he didn't say

he was going to kill himself.

I only said that so you'd
work harder to find him.

That's not good enough.

There's no record of
your boyfriend anywhere,

which can mean only one
thing... He's a submarine.

A what?

He's in the country illegally.

Watching your
favorite channel, Lou?

Just tuned in, Mannix.

MANNIX: Did Parker turn up
anything on the Costa Verde file?

No, but he got an
angle on the word "help."

It's not a word at all.

Initials? Acronym?

Yeah. HELP.

H.E.L.P... Help
Ease Latin Poverty.

Run by a man named Duncan.

Leonard Duncan?

Another old friend?

Tell Parker I'll pick
up the information,

and you stay put.

The weatherman says it
may still be raining lead.

Mannix is on his way.

Give him the address and
all pertinent data on H.E.L.P.

♪ ♪

Joe?

Hey!

¿Cómo estás, hermano?

How are you?

Good to see you.

Oh, you're still alive.

(laughs)

Hey, that calls for a
drink, huh? A toast.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Still with us, baby.

What'll it be? Tequila
or kosher wine?

Yeah, whatever. The
house specialty is fine.

(laughing): Yeah.

Well, now, uh, somebody
told you I was here.

You didn't just,
uh, fall in, right?

Right. (laughing): Yeah.

Well, I'm building
up a little trade here.

What do you know, huh?

Hey, where are you
marching these days?

I'm with Intertect.

Intertect. Oh, a
private cop, huh?

It's the only war in town.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, you
remember the last one?

Oh, sí.

Sonora... does that
ring a bell to you?

These are food
packages, huh, Lenny?

Yeah, yeah. The quiet life.

To the old habits
you don't forget.

Say that again.

Lenny, you used to help
get people in the U.S.

to save them from firing squads.

What's your excuse these days?

What?

You're hustling immigrants.

Me?

Nah.

You know it, I know it,

and Diego Cintron
obviously knew it.

Cintron?

Cintron.

That, uh... that
name doesn't register.

Try Ramon Verona.

Ramon Verona.

What's his trade?

He killed.

Oh, come on, Joe.

You know I don't mess
around with that kind.

You made a mistake
this time, Lenny.

Diego Cintron is dead.

Somebody broke his neck and
then threw him out a window.

(gasping)

(loud gasping)

Lenny, what's the matter?

This shirt pocket. Pills.

Hurry up!

(grunts)

Easy, boy.

(grunting)

Here you are. (gasps)

(grunts)

Come on, we better sit down.

(grunts and coughs)

What is this, something new?

Listen.

How many years can you
take firing-squad mornings

and bad whiskey nights?

Fighting every war
that comes along.

Oh, boy.

Something's gotta give.

You'd better watch it, kid.

You might be next.

Aw, Joe. (chuckles)

That was a, a dirty trick,

pulling that Cintron
thing on me like that.

Yeah, well, you let his
killer into the country.

Now help me find him, Lenny.

I didn't, I swear.

Sorry, Lenny, I'm short on time.

Who're you calling?

Homicide.

You can't prove anything, Joe.

Maybe they can.

(hangs up) Joe...

Verona made a sucker out of you.

I told you. The name
doesn't mean anything.

He's dark, good looking.

Got the kind of
face girls will notice.

Got a scar on his chin.

I don't want any
part of this, Joe.

Lenny, he's trying to
pick off a client of mine.

She's 26 years old, hasn't
even heard a firing squad yet.

All right. I brought him in,

but how was I supposed
to know what he was up to?

What did Cintron
want with Verona?

Some big-shot heard that
they were going to bring a killer

into the country
to... to get him.

So he hired Cintron just
to check him out, that's all.

Big-shot, huh?

Who was Cintron working for?

He wouldn't say.

Joe, he wouldn't give
me the name of his client.

Would you?

He told me he had
$10,000 to do the job

and he offered me a grand
to, just to give him a lead.

So I gave him one, that's all.

All right, Lenny, where did
you bring Verona in from?

Costa Verde.

♪ ♪

MAN: Señor Mannix?

Hold it.

You will come with us.

Please.

This is Señor Lazaro Figueroa.

(snaps fingers)

Seems I recall a
General Figueroa.

Then you are the same Mannix

who fought for us
in Costa Verde?

I was there.

For the cause, or for money?

I'm a hero.

I only fight on the
side of the angels.

FIGUEROA: Commendable.

Whose revolution
are you fighting now?

I'm a private detective.

I see.

And, uh, what is it
you want from me?

You hire Diego Cintron?

I did.

Then you must know
someone's out to kill you.

That has been made
quite clear to me.

It is also clear that
soon after the threat

I find a hired killer,

a mercenary, lurking about
my premises with a gun.

Not lurking.

I'm looking for a man.

I think he's the
one that's after you.

FIGUEROA: And do
you also happen to know

what this hired
killer looks like?

Might you even be so fortunate
as to have found out his name?

Mm-hmm.

Verona.

Ramon Verona.

Huh.

(laughs)

Oh, that is good, Señor
Mannix; very good.

The implementing of the threat.

Drop the name of the most
feared killer in my country,

and the old man will
shake in his boots.

(snaps fingers)

(groans)

That was for insulting
my intelligence

with such a clumsy bluff.

Ramon Verona is in
prison in Costa Verde.

Go away, Señor Mannix.

I won't be going far, Figueroa.

The man I'm after will
be coming to get you.

So I'll just be hanging around.

I am a sentimentalist,
Señor Mannix.

That is the only reason you
are still alive at this moment.

Whatever debt my
country owed you,

I consider now paid.

But the next time you are found
"hanging around," as you put it,

my men will kill you.

Oh, Ramon, it was you I...

Joyce? You'd better hurry up.

We're going to be late.

Come on.

I don't want you to
get away this time.

Come on. It's all right.

Hey, you remember me, eh?

I'm surprised.

I think, uh, most people, uh...

don't remember
vacation romances.

Oh, is that all it was?

Well, you know they
always end badly.

It's best to forget
them quickly, you know.

You didn't even call.

You didn't even say
you were in the country.

Well, yes, I didn't want
to bring you my troubles.

The police think
you killed a man.

It's only important
you believe I didn't.

Well, of course I believe you.

Why didn't you say
that to the police?

(chuckles)

Hey, Joyce.

I'm a fool, huh?

All of my life, you
know, I'm in trouble,

and I'm so bad I
can't even get a visa

to come to this country
to see the girl I met

one beautiful summer
in Costa Verde.

You know the only way I
can get into this country?

So, uh... you'll excuse me

I didn't stay and
explain to the police.

I can help you, Ramon.

Uh... (nervous chuckle)

You already helped enough
already with the detective.

Joe Mannix is an
old friend of mine.

But he'll go to the
Immigration peoples, huh?

No, I didn't tell him
anything about that.

I lied. I said I met
you in New York.

Joyce! Come on!

All right, just a minute.

I've gotta fix my
hair and makeup.

Just... I'll be in in a minute.

Why don't you come
with me now, okay?

No, I can't now.

I don't get
finished until 10:00.

Can I meet you somewhere?

I have a car in the garage.

We could, uh... you can meet
me on the, on the bottom level?

And, uh, we can go somewhere
and be alone together, eh?

Okay?

Okay. Good.

(cart rattling)

Uh... Sweetheart,

uh, you go ahead, all right?

WOMAN: Don't be late, Lazaro.

You have to make a speech.

(snaps fingers)

Why did you come
back, Señor Mannix?

Something still bothers me.

Your life's been threatened.

Why aren't you worried about it?

First, you tell me something.

How much did they
pay you to frighten me?

I am not trying to frighten you.

No.

Such a gesture of good
faith must be respected.

Perhaps I am a fool, but, uh,

I am beginning to believe you.

But you don't believe
someone's out to get you.

Then just what are they after?

A business empire
built after the revolution

while the others fought

over who should be
called prime minister

and who should
become presidente.

They argued and I
went into business.

In a country where no one ate,

they talked politics
and I created food.

Sounds like a reason for a
monument, not a tombstone.

Yes, yes, but, uh, one day,

my friends who
fought over titles

realized that I had
taken the real prize.

But they did not
want to kill me.

They merely want to
become my partners.

Then why did they
bother hiring an assassin?

To fortify the rumor,
Señor... A good trick.

Yeah, well, maybe they've
changed the rules on you.

Maybe this time they mean it...

'cause Verona
is in this country.

Señor Mannix, I have told you...

Figueroa, I have talked to a man

who admitted bringing
Verona into this country.

Now, you'd better
keep him under guard

until I can find Verona.

Wha...? You, you, you think
I am afraid to face death?

Maybe not, but you're facing it.

What should I do?

Why don't you finish dinner?

KG-62114.

Overseas Operator. Intertect.

Mannix here.

Mr. Duncan called,
said it's urgent.

Get him.

(car starts)

That line's out of order.

Check with the phone
company and ring me back.

Hey, you weren't supposed
to come back here.

We have to talk.

Yeah, but the deal was that we
were to have no further contact.

I know.

But you're the only one who
could tell Diego Cintron where I was.

Oh, how could I know?

You have a nice thing here, eh?

You smuggle some
peoples into the country,

take a little money, huh?

And then, uh...
you follow them, eh?

You let them get started...

You come around,
take a little more.

(nervous chuckle) Come
on, am I a rich man, huh?

Do I have a big car?

Look at this place. This dump.

You know, I have a problem...

This silencer, it affects
the trajectory of this gun.

Yeah?

(click)

Hey... look, look.
Here's my bank book.

Here, everything I
own... it's all here.

Look! It's all here.

Will you look?

Yeah, it looks good, too.

You know, I headed to
the ocean this afternoon,

and I couldn't hit a thing.

And I have an important
job this evening.

You understand, it's business.

Hey, you know what I need?

A practice target to
help me set the sight.

Something moving.

Hey, wait!

Wait a minute, wait, wait!

Help me, please, somebody's
trying to shoot me over there.

Wait! Please!

(tires squealing) Please!

We're closed.

It's me... Duncan. Where's Amos?

He's gone home, I
told you. We're closed.

In the name of God, open up!

Somebody's going to murder me!

You're already drunk.

Please!

Somebody! Anybody!

(horn honking)

Mannix!

(silenced gunshot)

Where are your pills?

Pills won't help.

Verona?

Figueroa.

Costa Verde, tonight.

Where?

(groans)

The Trade Fair...

I'll get you an ambulance.

KG2114 priority.
KL5-Double 2-71.

Intertect.

This is Mannix.

We still haven't been able
to complete that Duncan call.

I did. Get an ambulance over

to Fourth and Tamlin,
fast... Gunshot wound.

And give me Wickersham.

Yes, sir.

Wickersham.

Lou, that shadow I'm chasing

is cluttering up the
streets with bodies.

What happened?

He just shot Leonard Duncan.

His real target is
Lazaro Figueroa.

You better get the police over
to the International Home Show.

Oh, and Lou, don't let
Joyce out of my office,

even if you have to lock her in.

Looks to me like
he's trying to get rid

of everyone who
might identify him.

Mannix, she's gone.

Good evening.

(sighs)

Julie, I've got a date.

Do you mind staying alone?

The story of my life.

(silenced gunshot)

(bystanders murmuring)

What happened?

He fainted.

Maybe a heart attack.

Perez...

Take him in.

(onlookers murmuring)

(tires squealing)

When did it happen?

Just now.

Didn't hear a thing.

Must've used a silencer.

Excuse me, where is Joyce Loman?

Have you seen Joyce?

She had to leave.

I'm finishing up for her.

Tell me... Hey, won't I do?

She's already got a date.

Thanks.

Joe.

He got Figueroa.

Yeah, I know. Verona.

And I think Joyce
is meeting him.

Ooh! Oh! Excuse me.

MANNIX: Joyce!

Joyce!

Hurry, Mannix saw me.

Where?

Just as I was coming
down the stairs.

(door rattling)

(gunshot ricochets)

Any other way out of here?

There must be an
emergency exit somewhere.

There he is.

Watch it, you'll hit Joyce.

We've got to get
him in a cross fire.

We'll need more men.

Joe, wait!

Go, querida.

Go on, move!

(gunshots ricocheting)

(gunshot)

He said all vacation
romances end badly.

Joe, all right?

Yeah.

He wouldn't really have hurt me.

(chuckles)

No, of course not.

(theme music playing)