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Good evening, Mr. Harris.

Where's the charity
show rehearsing?

On Stage 16, sir.

Freddy?

Yes, sir.

Five, six, seven and eight.

And one, two, three and four

and five, six, and
seven and eight.

And one, two... make
it nice and smooth.

All together, come on.

One, two. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Six, seven and eight.

One, two, and three and four,

and five, six and
seven and eight.

And one, two.

Make it nice and
sharp, now, huh?

Seven, eight. One,
two, three and four.

Ah, yeah.

And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

Nice head release.
One, two, three, four,

five, six, and seven, and eight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, and eight.

And one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, and eight.

And finish, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

Altogether, one, two,

three, four, five,
and six, and seven.

Well, okay.

Come on, let's get together.

Hi, darling, you
missed my specialty.

I know. I'm sorry.
How's it going?

Oh, it's a little rough
around the edges,

but it's going to be marvelous.

- Roland will put it together.
- Where are your car keys?

What?

Well, I'm leaving you
the Rolls, and Freddy.

What for?

Well, I don't want you
driving home alone.

Uh, it's parked on
the Western Street.

Where are you going?

Oh, I have a
business appointment.

Business. Of course.

It's important, Laura.

I know, Victor.

It's always important.

I don't know, Mr. Mannix.

I don't know why anyone
would want me dead,

but I do know it was my car,

so it must've been
me they wanted to kill.

How did your husband
happen to take your car?

I was rehearsing, and
he came by the studio.

Rehearsing?

I was doing a charity show.

I belong to "The Helpmates."

We do a benefit every
year for crippled children.

Tom Andros is
producing it this year.

Anyway, Victor
came by about 10:00,

and he said, "I'll take your
car. Freddy'll drive you home."

Freddy?

The chauffeur. Victor didn't
want me driving home alone.

Could anyone else
have known he was, uh,

gonna switch cars?

Freddy, of course,

but beyond that, I couldn't say.

Do you have any idea where
your husband was going?

It was, uh...

business...

in the Valley, I think.

Wasn't that sort of unusual?

I mean, it was after 10:00 p.m.

10:00 was early for Victor.

I'd like to talk to your
chauffeur, if you don't mind.

Hello, Doris.

Would you ask Freddy
to come in, please.

He's probably in the
garage. Thank you.

How long has he worked for you?

Seven or eight years.
For Victor, that is.

We've been married
about three years.

Would you happen to know if
your husband had any enemies?

Mr. Mannix, having enemies

goes with being
wealthy and self-made.

Anyone who'd want to kill him?

Not that I know
of, but it's possible.

Victor was very,
very competitive.

You might even say
ruthless, in business matters.

Something I can do
for you, Mrs. Harris?

This is Mr. Mannix, Freddy.

- He's a private investigator.
- Mr. Mannix.

Do you mind answering
a few questions?

No, sir.

Do you have any
idea where Mr. Harris

might have been
going last night?

He didn't say, sir.

Well, that's not
exactly what I asked.

I wanted to know
if you had any idea

where he might have been going?

I'm just a chauffeur, sir.

Mrs. Harris tells me

he was going to keep
a business appointment.

Yes, I heard him.

And she also told me that
he might have been going

to the Valley.

Did he go there regularly?

Yes. Fairly often.

Did you ever drive him there?

Yes, sir.

Exactly where in the Valley?

Tell him, Freddy.

Mrs. Harris,

I worked for your
husband for eight years.

During that time I've...

I know where you went.

I've known for months.
It doesn't matter now.

Tell Mr. Mannix where you went.

If you say so, Mrs. Harris.

2331 Morning Way.

Who lives there?

A girl.

Janet Malone.

Miss Malone?

Yes.

My name is Mannix.
I'm a private detective.

May I come in?

Well, is it something important?

You were expecting Victor
Harris last night, isn't that right?

Oh, I get it.

Dear Laura hired
you to get something

on Victor and me, didn't she?

Well, you tell Mrs. Harris

that I don't care how
many private cops she hires.

Because I'm going
to marry Victor,

and nothing she
does can stop me.

I take it you haven't
seen the morning paper?

No, I just woke up. Why?

I think we'd better talk
inside, Miss Malone.

Mr. Mannix, whatever it is,

I'd appreciate it if
you'd make it brief.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Is there any other
kind? How bad?

Pretty bad.

Is it Victor?

Yes.

He's been hurt?

He's dead.

How?

Well, he was in his wife's car.

There was an explosion...

She killed him.

Who?

Laura, who else?

Why would she want
her husband dead?

Because he wanted a divorce.

And she wouldn't give him one?

And lose all that pretty money?

Miss Malone, you told
me you just woke up.

Yes.

And you haven't
talked to anyone?

No.

- How do you take your coffee?
- Black. Why?

Do you usually take it
in two different cups?

Quite an act.

Okay. Lay off.

She's in the clear.

Who are you?

Tom Andros.

Well, I'll leave you two

to your coffee.

Thank you, Miss Malone.

All right, all right.
Take it easy.

I'll be back in a second.

Mr. Mannix.

Look, about Janet,
it wasn't an act.

I came here to tell
her what happened,

but you rang the
bell before I could.

Andros?

You're the producer
of that charity show

Mrs. Harris is in.

Yeah, that's right.

That must be quite
a cozy little group.

A lot of togetherness,
camaraderie.

We're all friends.

Was Mr. Harris your friend?

Victor? I admired
him enormously.

And how about Janet Malone?

Do you admire her
enormously, too?

I knew she'd be very broken
up when she heard about it.

So broken up you
hid in her bedroom.

People have a way of...

getting the wrong
idea about things.

Look, I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't mention to anyone

that you saw me here.

Why is that?

Because I have a friend

and I'd prefer it if this friend

didn't know anything
about my being here.

It's, uh, it's a
personal matter.

So is murder, Mr. Andros.

Hi, Joe.

Hi, Joe.

Oh, you haven't got a chance.
Peggy, give Chip eight dollars.

For what?

To pay the cabbie.

Oh, Joe, not again.

The insurance agency
is already screaming.

Let them scream.
They're in a risk business.

Now, any messages?

On your desk.

Mm-hmm.

Right...

Right.

Mm-hmm.

Can I get you anything?

Shotgun,

windshield, and no other damage.

Right, well, I
understand that he did

report it promptly, which

is kind of unusual
for Mannix, isn't it?

Right.

A little car trouble, Dan.

You didn't see
either one of them?

Ah, too busy hitting the deck.

How about this Tom Andros?

You think it could have
been him they were after?

In show business? Ha, who knows?

I understand Laura Harris

recently became
a client of yours.

That's right.

Well, now, do you
buy the notion that

maybe this bomb could
have been meant for her?

Kind of looks that way, Dan.

But, uh, it's pretty tough
to come up with a motive.

You kind of like
her, don't you, Joe?

I mean, the lady's
really, really got class.

Hey, what kind of
a question is that?

Well, the boys down at the lab

pulled off a set of prints
from that wrecked car

and I found it very interesting.

So?

I had the prints checked
through Central Computer.

They belong to a girl
named Gloria Martinson.

You're right. Very interesting.

Oh, now, come on,
Joe, don't tell me that

that name doesn't ring a bell.

Okay, Dan, just what
are you getting at?

Well...

well, it seems that

Gloria Martinson was
arrested and booked

by the Las Vegas
police April 1969.

Top-of-the-line call girl.

Fascinating. I'll
give her a call.

Still no bell, huh?

Okay, Dan, who
is Gloria Martinson?

Your client, Joe...
Laura Harris.

Joe, why would Victor
Harris, with all of his money,

marry a... a woman like that?

Is the lieutenant positive, Joe?

Well, the prints match, Chip.

Well, what if
Harris didn't know?

Maybe she was straight
when he met her?

I mean, after all, five years,

that's a long time
out of the game.

And anyway, Joe, whatever
she did in Las Vegas,

how would that have anything
to do with her husband's murder?

Or would it?

Well, we're not sure it
was Harris they were after.

Hey, try this one on for size.

Maybe she did get
Harris to switch cars.

The rest could
be fancy footwork.

No, no, no, Harris
suggested the switch himself.

The chauffeur confirmed it.

Still, the estate's
now all hers, isn't it?

That's right.

And Harris must've
left a bundle.

You know, Joe,
Chip could be right.

She could have just hired
you to, you know, for a cover,

to make everything look kosher.

Yeah, that thought
crossed my mind.

Chip, I'm gonna have
to borrow your car.

Oh, Joe, the last time...

Word of honor...
55 miles an hour.

Where are you going?

Well, who in town knows
everyone in show business

and everything about them?

And now for tonight's thought.

What was the real
reason behind the split

of those two ex-writers,

now producers of a hit
series, One From Down Under?

Could it have been
their temperamental star

who now thinks
he's above it all?

This is Rona
Barrett in Hollywood.

Ah, Rona, it's good to see you.

- You're looking great.
- How's my favorite private eye?

Here, Harry.

- Good night, Miss Barrett.
- Thank you.

Hey, on the phone you
said you wanted to know

- about the Helpmates?
- Mm.

Well, that takes in every wife

of every big shot
in the industry.

Uh, kind of makes
them feel, uh, useful.

But you're not here as a
show biz fan, are you, Joe?

This about Victor
Harris's death?

That's right.

What sort of a man was he?

Louse.

Qualify that: brilliant louse.

Charming when he wanted to be.

Amoral with a capital "A."

But then, uh, who
isn't in this dog pound?

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Rona, what can you tell me

about Harris and a girl
named, uh... Janet Malone?

Town's full of them.

Full of what?

Victor Harris's Janet Malone.

Ah. Was Victor Harris
gonna divorce his wife?

Who says?

One particular Janet Malone.

Hey, she was either
kidding herself or kidding you.

Evidently, Laura Harris
knew about the Malone girl.

Look, there are some
wives who are able to, um,

shut their eyes if they're, uh,
anxious to hold on to a man.

Is there any chance that
the Malone girl was right?

- About victor marrying her?
- Mm-hmm.

Forget it.

I told you he had Janet
Malones stashed all over the town.

That's how Victor operated.

He didn't like to turn up
in, uh, let's say, Burbank

and be caught short
without company.

Why Laura married
him, I'll never know.

Do you know anything
about her background?

I know everything about, uh,
everyone in the industry, Joe.

Still Irish rocks?

Hey, you don't
forget a thing, do you?

It's the bottle on the left...
And I'll have the same.

Joe...

I like Laura Harris.

Don't hurt her, huh?

Mm.

Was their marriage working?

Like a charm.

Oops. Said that a
little too fast, Rona.

Sorry. Um, okay.

About five or six months
ago they had a rocky period.

Victor left the
country... Paris, I think.

And?

Nothing. Apparently,
they, uh, got together

and straightened things out.

Tell me about, uh...

Tom Andros.

Hm. A shark.

He did the charity show
last year, too, didn't he?

Yes, but not for
sweet charity's sake.

He wound up that little number
with, uh, Ginny Freeman,

and, uh, you know who she is.

Samuel Freeman's widow.

American Steel?

That's right, darling.

And mad about Tom Andros.

Hm. Why?

Because, um, she's that age.

Poor soul,

doesn't know she can't win.

Look, if she backs
one of Tom's films

and it's a flop, she's
gonna lose a small fortune.

If it's a hit, you know
he's gonna be long gone

to, uh, younger and
greener pastures.

Great business.

Right.

Does Andros play around?

Why?

Well, I walked in
on a coffee klatch

he was sharing
with the Malone girl.

I was wondering if, uh,
Victor Harris knew or cared.

Hey, Victor cared.

Nobody touched his property.

Organic or, uh, inorganic.

Well, I guess that about takes
care of what I needed to know.

Thanks, Rona.

- I'll call.
- Mmm...

with some nice, nasty
dirt if possible, darling.

I can always wash it off.

Two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Two, two, three, four.

Three, two, three, four.

Four... now, go to your point.

Uh, one, two, three, four.

Five, six... move back.

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

Now, give me some shoulders.

One, two, three, four, five.

Take your time. Kick.

Uh, one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, turn.

And bow.

Okay, girls, take a
five break, will you?

It's looking better
and better, Roland.

You think so?

I don't know, it
needs a lot of work.

Keep smiling.

Laura.

You leaving?

Yeah, I've got something
to do for an hour, Tommy.

I'll be back.

Why don't you take the day off.

You really ought
to get some rest.

No, I want to work.

Look, uh...

if there's anything you need,

you know, like a... a
shoulder or something,

I'm right here.

All you have to do is ask.

Thanks, Tommy.

Ginny, you really
ought to get heels

that make a noise when you walk.

Really?

What was all that about?

Nothing. I was telling
Laura to take it easy.

Oh, how nice of you.

Ginny, you've got 60
women in this charity outfit.

Now, I, uh, talk to all of
them at one time or another.

That's right.

That's right, darling.

Just be sure that
that's all you do is talk...

And not to one at a time.

Am I stupid? Hm?

Give me the first 16
bars now, will you?

♪♪

♪♪

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, hi.

Peggy, find out who
lives at 1145 Morrell Drive.

Got it.

Peggy, I'll call you back later.

I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.

Whatever you're
selling, I'm not buying.

Laura Harris... you buy that?

Who are you?

The name is Mannix.
I'm a private investigator.

So? What's to investigate here?

I need a couple of answers
about you and your lady friend.

Okay.

So you found out
that she pays the rent.

That illegal?

Oh, no, no, that's not illegal.

But killing Mr. Harris and
making it look like an accident,

that's illegal.

As a matter of fact, uh,

the D.A. calls it,
I believe, murder.

You can't pin a
rap like that on me.

I don't know what she did
or didn't do to her husband,

but don't you try to
pin any part of it on me.

It got pinned on you the minute
she came out here to see you.

You just try to make that stick.

What'd she want
to talk to you about?

Ask the lady.

But remember one thing...

She came here to see
me; I didn't go to her.

And right now you're
standing on my property.

Ah, so I am.

Unless Mrs. Harris
stops paying the rent.

♪♪

♪♪

You were lucky, Joe.

If I wasn't, how long could
I last in this profession?

Like I say, you're lucky.

Yeah.

How's this?

The eyes and the
nose are all right,

but give him a
little squarer jaw.

All right, one square
jaw coming right up.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

All right, so maybe
this is one of the punks

that tried to kill you.

But why?

I don't know.

Whatever I'm doing is making
somebody very nervous.

- Hey, Joe.
- Chip.

What happened? We
expected you hours ago.

I had a little car trouble.

What?

What'd you get on that
Morrell Drive address?

The name's Hal Carter.

What sort of trouble?

It went off the road.

About Hal Carter...

Las Vegas connections.

- Syndicate?
- Seems so.

How far off the road?

- Huh?
- My car.

Oh, uh, well, the last I saw,

it was at the bottom
of a ravine, burning.

Peggy.

Burning?

Any idea who Hal
Carter works for?

No, but he's muscle bait

and he entertains a lot
around the pool and bedroom.

How is he mixed
up with Laura Harris?

He told me to talk to her.

Apparently the lady
has all the answers.

She called, Joe.

When?

About an hour ago.

Said she'd wait for you.

I'd better get over there

and have a man-to-man
talk with Mrs. Harris

before I'm too dead to talk.

Oh, and, Peggy, I'll need
your car for about an hour.

No way.

Peggy.

Oh, and I made a call
on Chip's car phone.

See that he gets a dime, huh?

Get an ambulance over to
1701 North Roxford Drive.

Barbiturates... OD'd.

She's still alive.

Well, we've done a lavage and
we have her on positive pressure.

Dr. James is with her now.

How are her chances?

Well, everything
possible is being done.

A few minutes later and she
would have been a goner, though.

She had enough pentobarbital
in her to kill a dozen people.

She's, uh, she's
lucky you showed up.

May I see Laura Harris, please?

I am a friend.

My name is Ginny Freeman.

I'm sorry, she's
in intensive care.

No visitors.

Excuse me, Mrs. Freeman?

Yes.

My name is Mannix.

Laura Harris is
a client of mine.

A client?

Yes, I'm a private detective.

Are you really?

Well, will she be all right?

I hope so.

It's awful, isn't it?

Pills.

I had no idea she was so
shaken up by Victor's death.

How did you know, Mrs. Freeman?

What?

That Mrs. Harris had
taken an overdose of pills.

Oh, you really are a
detective, aren't you?

Well, as a matter of fact,
Tommy Andros told me.

He's our producer, and Laura
didn't show up for rehearsal,

so he called the house,
and the housekeeper told him

that the ambulance
had just left.

Mr. Mannix, I'm really not
very comfortable in hospitals.

Um, isn't there a coffee
shop or something?

Yes, I believe there's
one on the ground floor.

Well, shall we?

Mrs. Freeman, do
you happen to know

a girl named Janet Malone?

Well, now, that's
not very likely, is it?

I think what you're
asking, Mr. Mannix,

is if, um, I know that Tommy
has been seeing Janet Malone.

Is that it?

That's about it.

Yes, I do know.

I also know that Tommy
has been making...

Or has made... A
pass at Laura Harris.

Oh, isn't that nice?

I surprised you.

Mr. Mannix, it's
been a very long time

since I broke into
girlish laughter.

I do not fool myself.

I have a very attractive bank
account... attractive and sweet...

And I know what kind
of flies that attracts.

An ambitious, attractive man

like Tommy Andros...

well, I keep him on
a very long leash,

but the collar around his
neck... That has my name on it.

Ah, here comes Rover now.

- Ginny.
- Darling.

I've been all over the
hospital looking for you.

Is Laura all right?

I think she will be.

Pills.

I can't even swallow vitamins.

Oh, Tommy.

Now, listen, I think
we should be going.

I mean, you have
all those people

waiting for you
at the rehearsal.

Don't you think we
ought to talk to the doctor?

Well, Mr. Mannix
will let us know

when Laura is out of danger.

Won't you?

Mm-hmm.

We really should be going, huh?

The show must go on, you know.

Why?

Because it's a
very old tradition.

Uh, Tommy, darling,
would you get my car

and just bring it
around the front?

I'll be right along.

All right.

Mr. Mannix, I told
you I don't fool myself.

Everything is very expensive,

and at my age I
don't mind paying.

Good-bye.

Mrs. Freeman.

Yes, Mr. Mannix.

You should shop
around a bit more.

You may do better
for your money.

Do you think so?

Bye-bye.

Well, if her pulse and
respiration stay the same,

the situation should stabilize.

Well, that's the way I had it.

Doctor, excuse me, how
is Laura Harris doing?

Well, it was pretty close,
but she's gonna pull through,

there's no doubt about that.

This is Dr. James...
Her personal physician.

Mr. Mannix... the
gentleman who found her.

Oh, I imagine you've
already been told

that you got there
in the nick of time.

Doctor, you
prescribed sleeping pills

for Mrs. Harris two days ago,
just before her husband's death.

Is that right?

Yes, I did, as a matter of fact.

Why?

Mr. Mannix, I'm sure
you must be aware

of the confidential nature of...

The doctor-patient
relationship, yes,

but Mrs. Harris hired
me to protect her,

and I can't do that unless
I know how serious she is.

Hired you?

Yes, I'm a private detective.

Look, Mr. Mannix,
what I tell a patient...

Doctor, I can't protect her

unless I know
just how ill she is.

Ill?

She did try to kill herself.

Mr. Mannix, I'm
not a psychiatrist.

I'm an obstetrician and Mrs.
Harris is two months pregnant.

If she survives this,
the baby should, too.

A baby, huh?

Well, that certainly
clears up a lot of things.

Does it?

Well, sure.

This Mrs. Harris and this Hal
Carter murdered her husband

and then she hired
you to cover up.

Just like that?

Look, her record doesn't
indicate she's Mrs. Clean, Joe.

Too pat, Chip.

Well, what do you do if
you've been out of the country

five or six months
and you come back

and you find your wife
two months pregnant, huh?

What do you do?

There are a few more
options besides killing him.

Not with a guy
like Victor Harris.

Suppose it isn't
Hal Carter's baby?

You mean there's
another candidate?

Yeah, Tommy Andros the producer.

What makes you think that?

Ginny Freeman says Andros
made a play for Laura Harris.

Well, if it isn't
Hal Carter's baby,

why did she sneak out
to his house to see him?

I think Chip is right, Joe.

There's got to be a
connection with Carter.

Why should Laura Harris
go to Carter's house at all?

I mean, she's got all
her husband's money.

All she and Carter would
have to do is to play it cool.

Instead she takes
a bottle of pills.

Doesn't fit, there's
something wrong.

I can feel it in
here like an ulcer.

Mannix.

Yeah, Dan.

I'm on my way.

Well, Ives thinks he's
got a possible identification

on one of the guys who
ran my car off the road...

Your car.

Joe, give me five
minutes with the guy.

Chip, I want you to keep an eye

on Mrs. Harris's
room at the hospital.

She could still be in danger.

Oh.

There was something
familiar about this face, Joe.

Charlie here came up with it.

He was on riot duty in
1964, the last big steel strike.

Here's an old
employment application.

Ed Plummer.

Ten years ago,

he ran the goon squad
at American Steel.

You mean, he worked
for Mr. Freeman,

Ginny Freeman's dear departed?

Well, if you call
bashing in heads

and burning down
homes work, yeah.

Any record on Plummer since?

Nothing. He retired,
whatever that means.

Dan, uh, let me take a look

at what's left of Harris's
personal effects, huh?

Sure. Charlie.

Something tie in, Joe?

Well, it's, uh...
it's just a hunch.

It's hard to get hunches
admitted as evidence.

Yeah, well, just
take another look

at this suicide
note Mrs. Harris left.

I've been thinking about it,
uh, just to keep my ulcer quiet.

So what about it?

Well, it's just a few lines,

typewritten, then
signed by hand.

Lieutenant.

Thanks, Charlie. So?

Well, the typewriter was
all the way across the room.

Now, if that's all you were
going to say in a suicide note,

why not just write
out the whole thing?

And also, take a look

at how far down on the
page her signature comes.

So, you think maybe
this is a phony,

and that she didn't
try to kill herself at all?

Yeah. I think that somehow
somebody got Laura Harris

to sign a blank piece of paper,

and then filled
it in afterwards.

Ives.

Oh, yeah, Peggy. Okay.

Yeah, Peg?

Joe, Ginny Freeman called.

She says it's very important.
She wants to talk to you.

She's at the studio
in the rehearsal stage.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Yeah, take a look at that, Dan.

A gasoline slip. So what?

Signed by Victor Harris.

So?

Take a look at the date.

Mrs. Freeman.

Oh, Mr. Mannix, hello.

I'm so glad that you could come.

My secretary said
it was important.

Oh, yes, it is.

I do hope it hasn't
inconvenienced you to come here,

but you-you see, we're
starting rehearsal a little later,

and this is rather
a private matter.

I understand.

I, uh...

think I know why Laura
Harris tried to kill herself.

Why?

Oh.

Well, you see, she was pregnant.

And then when Victor
found out about it,

he just couldn't stand it.

I mean, the child not being his.

And so, he must have
threatened to, uh, walk out on her.

So Mrs. Harris killed him?

Well, that is a
motive, Mr. Mannix.

I mean, especially,
if Victor said

that he was going to leave her.

Mrs. Freeman,

Laura Harris did
not kill her husband.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Well, then, who did?

You know, loyalty's a
wonderful thing, Mrs. Freeman.

Let's take Ed Plummer.

All those dirty jobs he
did for your husband

when he used to work for him.

Like blowing up houses to
scare the boys on the picket line.

Uh... you do
remember Ed Plummer,

don't you, Mrs. Freeman?

What does any of that
have to do with Victor Harris?

Well, blowing up a car
is just a piece of cake

for ol' friendly Ed.

And Ed Plummer did it
because you told him to.

And you told him to do it

because you thought Laura
Harris would be driving that car.

And when I started to
get too close to home,

you told Plummer to try
and take care of me, too.

You're good, Mannix.

Yeah, you're really
very, very good.

Well, friendly Ed Plummer.

I was sort of expecting you.

But it's too bad that
where you're going

there won't be anyone to listen.

I'm going someplace?

Oh, yeah, a place
where they won't find you

for a long, long time.

Oh.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Freeman.

Let's go.

Drop it!

We get these contracts
out, we'll be in good shape.

- Really?
- Can I help you?

Lieutenant Dan Ives.
Where's Joe Mannix?

You're just a few
seconds late, Dan.

Surprised, Mrs. Freeman?

Ed Plummer is up in the, uh,

prop warehouse, dead.

You were right then, huh?

Yeah, it wasn't Victor Harris

who was supposed
to die in that car.

It was Laura Harris.

Thanks to Mrs. Freeman here.

No, that's not true.

Why would I possibly
want to hurt Laura?

Because of him.

You thought I was having
an affair with Laura?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yeah, she thought Laura
was carrying your child.

It's not true.

Yeah, I know that.

But Mrs. Freeman didn't.

It was Victor Harris's child.

No, that's not possible.

Victor Harris was in
Europe for six months.

He couldn't possibly have
been the father of that child.

Victor Harris was in
town on August 20,

just two months ago.

You see he, uh, bought
some gas and signed for it.

No.

Oh.

No!

Oh, no!

Ginny.

It's hard to believe.

She tricked you into signing
that piece of paper, didn't she?

She said it was for the show,

an insurance
waiver or something.

She said she'd fill it in later
when she got all the signatures.

And after she was gone,

Ed Plummer came in and
forced you to take the pills.

He had a gun.

Mrs. Harris,

why did your husband
come back into town

that weekend in
August so secretly?

We were having trouble.

Victor flew back to try to
keep our marriage together.

For a while, I thought
it might even work

when I found out about the baby.

What about, uh... Hal Carter?

You know about him?

Mm.

And a girl from Las Vegas
called Gloria Martinson.

He was blackmailing
you, wasn't he?

Yes.

Why did you go back to see
him after your husband was dead?

He couldn't have
hurt you any more.

I was afraid...

someday he might hurt my child.

I don't think you have to
worry about that anymore.

I checked. He's gone.

My guess is you'll
never see him again.

He probably likes
his freedom too much

to exchange it for a cell.

I had hoped that part
of my life was forgotten.

What part is that, Mrs. Harris?

Joe, I got here
as soon as I could.

What's the matter?

Oh, uh, well, it's nothing
really important, uh, Peggy.

I just wanted to talk to
you about something.

What?

Uh, why don't I,
uh, tell you about it

on the way back... in the cab?

Cab?! What happened to my car?

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.