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Miss Carter?

Yes. Go right in.

Miss Durand's expecting you.

Everything's ready.

My husband?

We'll bring him inside.

Thank you.

We've found that alcoholism is basically a medical problem--

a question of diet and physical conditioning.

30 days here, and, hopefully, your troubles will be over.

30 days?!

Will I be able to visit him?

Oh, certainly, as often as you like.

Are you returning home?

I wanted to be close by, so I-I took a room

at a hotel near here-- the Los Hermanos.

Oh, yes, I know the place.

We'll get in touch with you there if we need you.

Take him into the examining room.

Yes, ma'am.

(theme music playing)

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The blood-alcohol report.

DURAND: Hmm.

Looks like he had quite a bout.

Start him on the dextrose and that special solution.

I'll have another look at him sometime tomorrow.

Fine.

Easy, easy.

(slurring): I need a drink.

I need a drink.

There you are.

(gulping)

(spitting)

(glass breaking)

I said a drink.

You're finished with that, Mr. Carter.

From now on, it's good food, proper exercise

and lots of fresh air and sunshine.

You'll lose that craving for alcohol.

Now, Mr. Carter-- two simple things.

No alcohol,

and obey all the rules.

No one leaves without a permit.

Understand?

There's an old Japanese proverb.

"First the man takes a drink,

"then the drink takes a drink,

then the drink takes the man."

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Where is it, Mr. Carter?

Where is what?

I'm-I'm just looking for the bottle.

(sighs)

Get lost!

I know you have one.

Nobody jumps on the wagon

without knowing they can get a chaser.

Come on, just between you and me, huh?

One little drink, please?

(knock at door)

What are you doing in here, Mr. Jefferson?

Nothing.

Nothing. Just getting acquainted.

All right.

(door closing)

Time to get up, Mr. Carter.

Oh. What time is it?

6:30. Day starts early here.

Well, it's going to start without me.

(chuckles)

Let's go, Mr. Carter.

You people ever hear of a hangover?

We ignore them.

You'll find that a nice cold shower,

a good breakfast, plenty of fresh air and

exercise will help you take your mind off your hangover.

(water running)

Come on now, Mr. Carter.

Don't fight it.

I know.

You're bigger than both of me.

(chuckles)

Warm bath?

Uh-uh. Cold shower.

(gentle splashing)

Dad,

I think I'll take one last dip.

Mm.

Would you care to join me?

(chuckling) No, you go ahead, honey.

I'll, uh, wait here.

Okay.

Well, Mr. Mannix,

anything to report?

Miss Blake, would you please keep your voice down?

Well... no one can hear us.

I can, and too well.

There's still a bongo going on inside my head.

Was it necessary to get that drunk?

First thing I learned at my mother's knee--

never try and kid an expert.

Handling drunks is their business around here.

They'd spot a phony in two seconds.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

(splashing)

Do you know the fellow with your father?

Uh, yeah, that's, uh, Scott, uh...

Winters?

Yes, Winters.

He's here for the cure.

I've, uh, met him several times

when I've been here visiting my father.

Do you know him?

Slightly.

The problem is, he also knows me.

Have you, uh, met Miss Durand yet?

Yeah, I remember her vaguely.

Um, I got the impression she was attractive,

well-built and dedicated.

Mm, dedicated.

For $200,000,

you can be plenty dedicated.

Those, uh, checks your father made out for cash--

did you find out who endorsed them?

Well, he cashed them himself,

but I'm sure Miss Durand wound up with the money.

Even if that's true,

could turn out there was no law broken.

Now just a minute, Mr. Mannix.

Intertect took my money,

and I... And we'll investigate.

But even Intertect can't make a case out of it

if it's a voluntary contribution.

I don't care about the money.

I care about my father.

Something's happening to him.

He's not the same man.

Miss Blake, uh,

are you sure it's not your imagination?

I know my father, Mr. Mannix,

and I'm telling you, he's changed.

You know, sometimes alcoholics...

He's not an alcoholic.

Now, he may have had a drinking problem once,

but that's all over now.

Why does he have to keep coming back here?

Mr. Mannix, you've got to do something to help him.

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(steam hissing)

(chuckles)

Hi, sport.

How's it going, old friend?

Hello, Scott.

Ah. You in for the cure?

Right down to the broccoli on the rocks.

(chuckles)

I, uh... I didn't know that you had a problem.

Oh, I can fight it.

Right now, my real problem is you, and I'm wondering

what a nice kid like you is doing in a place like this.

Oh, same as everyone else.

I find that hard to believe, Scott.

Huh?

This is a nice big store with a lot of expensive merchandise.

You're a bunco artist. Shh!

Now that's a cute combination, like a match and gunpowder.

Oh, look, look, look, on the level, Mannix--

I'm not working!

Well, then there's no reason for you to get nervous, is there?

Oh. Ha-ha.

You-You don't shake me, Mannix.

What makes you think that I'm nervous?

(sighs)

You're sweating.

What?!

(whispers): Hey. Psst!

Any luck?

I tried to get out.

I can't make the wall!

Hey, you're big enough!

You got a chance.

Try the south wall first.

Shh! That's the lowest part!

Please do it, huh?

Look, I'll settle for one little drink.

That's all, just one little drink, huh?

I'm buying.

Look, I'm buying.

I'm buying.

Jeff, forget it.

Now turn in.

(drawer sliding)

(drawer rattles quietly)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(footfalls approaching)

(thud) (grunts)

(knocking)

Where is it?

What are you talking about?

The bottle.

I don't have a bottle.

I'm not calling you a liar, Mr. Carter,

but, uh... (chuckles)

this room smells just like a distillery.

Well, I wasn't drinking.

I walked in here last night and someone slugged me.

Try to remember... where did you hide the bottle?

All right, Mr. Carter, go get in the shower.

I'm going to have to search your room.

Again?

MANNIX: I was not drunk.

I was slugged.

Now if you'd like your doctors to examine

the bump on my head...

Mr. Carter, the collection of bruises, contusions

and bumps, as you put it,

on the head and body of an alcoholic...

(sighs)

Now you know the rules-- they were set up to help you.

Fine, fine, but if I could, uh...

just have some little freedom.

Now I realize you have some very extraordinary expenses

around here, but maybe if, uh, I could help in some little way?

A donation would be acceptable, Mr. Carter,

but I must warn you in advance,

it will buy you no special privileges.

Aw, now don't get strict with me, Miss Durand.

I saw Blake drive off the grounds

when I was brought over here just now.

How did he buy his pass?

He earned his pass.

And if you're not prepared to cooperate,

I'm willing to tear up the consent form your wife signed

and release you-- is that what you want?

No, no, no, I like it here, Miss Durand.

I drink your undrinkable drinks,

I sit in the sweatbox, I exercise,

and I manage to eat the proper food.

And with somebody's help...

I even got a good night's sleep.

(door closes)

ATTENDANT: Up, down, up, down.

One, two, one...

ATTENDANT: Up, down...

ATTENDANT: One, two, one...

Hello, darling.

How are you?

Oh, fine.

Easy, boy.

Don't get carried away with your part.

We're being watched.

If the wife looks like you, Liza,

who'd ever believe they'd shake hands?

All righty, Liza.

Now, what do you have for me?

Intertect sent you some reading matter.

MANNIX: Mmm...

It has a pretty wild centerfold, too.

Now, you see, if Blake is being taken,

we can't figure out how he can afford it.

Big business, capitalized high,

gross fair... net small.

Only $35,000 for the year?

Does he have any other source of income?

Nothing the computers could find.

How does, uh, Miss Durand check out?

Spotless.

Try Home Decor.

Former dietician at All Saints Hospital in New York,

personal assets less than 5,000,

no unexplained income, conservative spending habits.

And we also checked the Mexican authorities,

and they gave this place a clean bill of health.

Well, you'd better have, uh, Intertect cancel

their subscription to Home Decor.

I was slugged last night, and, uh, my room was searched.

Now, just how clean do they sound to you?

(door opens then closes, man and woman laughing)

Oh, Mr. Winters, you're terribly gallant.

Scott Winters. A top confidence man.

He may be cooking up something with, uh, Miss Durand,

or he may be on his own.

Anyway, I'd like a rundown on his recent activities.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

I brought you a present.

Oh, now isn't that a nice, wifely thing to do?

But, uh, why?

There have been three unsolved murders

within ten miles of these grounds

in the past two years.

That may mean nothing, or it could be tied in.

Mm.

What's your next step?

I think I'll go to a movie tonight.

(whimsical music playing)

Anything wrong, Mr. Carter?

(whispers inaudibly)

(music continues playing)

(music continues faintly)

(crickets chirping)

(music continues playing)

(groans weakly)

I was just looking for a little drink.

What happened?

Dry as a bone.

Who did it, Jeff?

It wasn't even whiskey.

What wasn't whiskey?

What did you find?

(moans softly) Je...

(footfalls approaching)

MAN: It is murder now, Se�or Carter.

Se�or Jefferson died on the way to the hospital.

That still doesn't change the picture.

Now, I'll tell it to you again.

Jefferson was dying when I got there.

He didn't tell me who knifed him

or what he was doing in Winters' cabin.

You tell the story well, Se�or,

with a lot of remarkable memory.

But you still didn't explain

what you were doing in Se�or Winters' cabin.

(officer whispering)

You will go with this officer.

Captain Gomez wishes to question you.

Now, lady, please, have a seat.

You said, uh, you heard something

outside your window.

Se�or Mannix.

Captain, I've told the story twice to your lieutenant...

I am not interested in your story, Se�or.

One of my men found this hidden in your room.

Jefferson was stabbed.

(chuckles softly)

I am aware of that.

The modern miracles of telephone and teletype

and the fact that police departments

operate 24 hours a day...

We checked the registration, and we called Intertect.

We know who you are, Se�or Mannix.

Now tell me,

what do you think happened?

I think Jefferson was stabbed somewhere else,

and then he was dragged here to Winters' cottage.

Bueno. I agree.

We saw the blood outside the door.

Did he say anything to you?

He was looking for a drink-- he didn't find it.

But he found something.

Obviously something he shouldn't have.

It's not safe here.

Please come home.

Carol, stop worrying about me!

You've got your own life to lead.

You should start making some friends.

Dad, I don't care about that.

Well, start caring.

You're not a child anymore.

No dates. (sighs)

No parties.

No boyfriends.

There's a whole world waiting for you out there.

Let it wait, Dad.

Now listen to me carefully, Carol.

I want you to leave me alone.

I want you to lead your own life.

I want you to go home.

Forget me.

(tapping tabletop)

Hi.

Hi.

You see what I mean?

See how he treats me?

Well, you were pushing him pretty hard.

But he does care about you.

He warned me to stay away from you.

He doesn't want you hanging around drunks.

Look, somebody's been killed.

My father could be next.

Oh, hardly.

They kill the goose, they'll get no more eggs.

They just might already have enough golden eggs.

He just cashed another check.

Quarter of a million dollars.

Where are you going?

I think I know who might have it.

Here you are, sport.

Okay?

Thank you, sir.

(car door closing)

(engine starting)

(tires squealing)

Sir, do you have a pass?

Oh, yeah, of course.

(thudding)

(car engine starting)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

What happened?

Carter. He just took off.

Which car did he take?

Mr. Thompson's.

(tires squealing)

(tires screeching)

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(brakes squealing)

(coins clink, dinging)

Yes, Operator, yes, I'll accept the charges.

Mannix, where are you?

Back in the States, following Scott Winters.

What's the latest on him?

Well, he just bought the, uh... the Calderon Oil Company.

A million shares, a penny a piece.

Dry fields?

Abandoned more than 20 years ago.

Well, don't bleed for him, Liza.

If I know Scott Winters,

he'll strike oil one way or another.

(siren blaring)

(siren stops)

(car doors close)

Your license, please.

What's the problem? I wasn't speeding.

Just a spot check for mechanical faults.

I'm sure everything's all right.

We'll see.

Watch the taillight, Fred.

Would you mind stepping on your brakes, sir?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(siren blaring)

Your license, please.

Another spot check?

I was just stopped a few minutes ago.

That's not possible, Mr... Carter.

We haven't stopped a car in the last hour.

Well, it was two other deputies.

We're the only patrol on this highway.

Mind if I see your credentials?

Certainly.

You're sure there's nobody else on this beat but you?

County budget the way it is,

only one car to a highway.

(key clicking in lock)

Well, well...

You found what you're looking for, I trust?

Uh, not yet.

What is this?

Why are you pushing me, Mannix?

You're not a cop.

We've never had a personal feud.

Let's call it curiosity.

Like, what are you doing here when you're not an alcoholic?

You don't know that.

I do now.

I saw you in that bar.

An alcoholic couldn't have stopped with one drink.

Oh...

Oh, come off it, Scott.

It's long past time for playing injured innocence.

You're a public figure.

I know you bought an oil company.

There is nothing illegal in that, you know.

Not until you try and sell it.

Let's take a look at that case.

Take your hands off that...

Ooh!

Well, well...

Yeah, I told Liza you'd strike oil.

What does a fake geologist's report like this cost,

Scott?

It's not fake.

Anyway, it's cheaper than drilling.

Uh, you want to tell me who the lucky buyer is,

or, uh,

do I tell everyone here who you are?

I think you're bluffing.

You can't afford to stir up any trouble around here,

now can you, Mr. Carter?

I sure can.

We blow the whistle on each other,

all I lose is a client.

You drop a fortune.

All right.

What do you want, Mannix?

I want in. Equal partners.

Oh, come on, boy, come on.

You got no choice, Scott.

It's either half or nothing.

Now... who's the pigeon?

WINTERS: Now, the fact of the matter is

that Mr. Carter here and myself

are prepared to make you a very generous offer for this place.

We want to buy in.

A half a million shares of Calderon Oil

for a major interest.

Yes, some fantastically rich new fields have been discovered.

As a matter of fact,

I have the geologist's report right here.

I'm really not interested in selling.

You'd still stay on in charge of the place, dear lady.

Of course, we'd have to reorganize it

a little differently to make it pay better.

I wish you'd show me how.

Miss Durand, we can stop playing in circles.

Everybody here comes out of a glass bottle.

Nobody wants it known.

Now, we can make that very expensive,

even more expensive than you've done.

(chuckling): C-Carter, I...

What are you talking about?

The half million you took Blake for.

What are you trying...?

P-Pay no attention to the man.

You may call it a contribution.

I call it blackmail.

Get out! Both of you!

MANNIX: Nice, rich drunks.

You play the great healer,

help them solve their problems,

and they just push money at you.

You think everybody here is rich, don't you?

At a thousand a week, that's a pretty good guess.

Half my guests are charity cases!

Miss Durand, uh...

Mr. Travers,

these men are leaving the office.

Now!

In a moment, Travers.

We haven't quite finished our business yet.

She said now, Mr. Carter.

(Travers grunting)

(thudding)

I probably should thank you,

Miss Durand.

I owed somebody a debt from last night.

I've got a feeling I'm paid up.

Why, Mannix, why?

What were you really after?

Mannix?

Who are you, Mr. Carter?

I'm a private detective.

(knocking) The name is Mannix.

These gentlemen are leaving the premises permanently.

Mr. Winters has his own car.

You will call Mr. Carter's wife-- if she is your wife--

and have her pick him up.

Oh, please feel free to call the police.

We have nothing to hide.

Mr.

Travers was careless

with this one.

Don't make the same mistake.

The war's over, Miss Durand.

Looks like you're not the enemy.

I apologize.

(door opens)

(door closes)

What do we do now, Joe?

We wait.

For what?

One of the wealthier guests

was checking out right behind us.

I'm going to follow her home.

And why are we going to do that?

I just want to see how the other half lives.

(vehicle approaching)

(tires screeching)

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(siren wailing)

What's up?

That unmarked patrol car.

They stopped me yesterday for a mechanical check.

I'm pretty sure they're phonies.

(tires screeching)

Something must have scared them off.

Yeah, their timing was bad.

Now maybe we do get to follow her home.

(trunk closes)

Now what?

Just, uh, slouch down and stay out of sight.

You know something, Mr. Carter?

I've always felt that a husband and wife

shouldn't keep secrets from each other.

Now, what's going on?

If I'm right, smuggling.

Of what, and by whom?

I think it goes something like this:

You plant something on a car

of a person who's above suspicion,

a pillar of society.

You get a casual wave through Customs,

then you stop him on the American side

and relieve him of the merchandise.

Down, girl.

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All right, out.

Hey! Come on, come on.

From here on in, it may not be a place for a lady.

(tires screeching)

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(alarm ringing)

(gunshot)

(alarm stops)

(gunshot)

(yells)

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Hold it, Blake!

I should have listened to Travers.

He always felt you were government.

You have to be pretty good to get by my men out there.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, Miss Blake.

I really am.

It looks like I found out a few things I shouldn't have,

but... you hire a guy, you take your chances.

Carol, you hired him?

I was afraid for you, Daddy.

Afraid of what?

Well, I thought Miss Durand...

Miss Durand had nothing to do with your father.

He was just using her place.

All that cash went to buy uncut dope in Mexico

to be smuggled across the border.

That's your real business, isn't it, Blake?

You must be out of your mind.

Put that gun away, or I'll call the police.

I was about to do that, Miss Blake.

You killed Jefferson, didn't you, Blake?

(dialing phone)

You caught him searching your cottage.

He was looking for whiskey

and he found that package.

Then you dragged him into Winters' cottage.

Narcotics?

Mannix here, Intertect.

I'm at 1019 Knollwood Lane.

I've got a package of heroin and a killer here.

Not my father.

And you better have the Mexican police check the Hacienda Real.

There's a fellow there named Travers--

he's mixed up in this, and maybe a couple of others.

Right.

Now, look, I hired you and you're still working for me.

Now, put that gun away and let him go.

It's too late for that.

I'll take the package.

All right, Mr. Mannix.

Back off.

You're going to have to kill me, Miss Blake.

Then that's the way it'll have to be, Mr. Mannix.

It's not that easy to kill.

I don't think you can do it.

Besides, if you help your father,

you'll be an accessory.

Ask him if he wants that.

He's right, honey.

You're the only thing I care about.

Right now you're the only thing I've got left.

I only wanted to help, Dad.

I know, honey.

Carol, look at me.

I won't be here for you to lean on anymore.

You stand by yourself or you fall down.

You know, in a funny way, you've done me a favor.

What I've always wanted most for her was...

to break away from me, free of me.

(theme music playing)