Mannix (1967) s01e22 Episode Script

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Yeah, Pete.
Yeah, all right.
Give me what you've got on relatives,
business connections, anything.
Look, that was no hit-and-run.
That guy was wracked up deliberately.
He may conk out and we've got murder one on our hands.
What do you mean, no background?
But the good fairy didn't
just dump him on that corner out of nowhere.
All right, check some more.
All right, I'll hold.
That's two L's, right?
Spinelli, Anthony R.
Spinelli?
Anthony R.
Mannix!
Sure, Mr. Spinelli.
Don't you worry about a thing.
Is he conscious?
No.
Well, he said something.
Same thing over "Mannix."
Let's get him to surgery.
Yes, Doctor.
Listen, this fellow, Mannix will be right over.
He'll, he'll be here any minute.
Any chance he could wait?
No chance.
Sergeant Wylie?
Mannix? That's right.
Come on.
Excuse me, this is Mr. Mannix.
He can identify him.
He's been calling for you, Mr. Mannix.
That's Anthony Spinelli, isn't it?
Now, who is he?
What do you know about him,
and who'd try to kill him?
Never saw the man before in my life.
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Who is she?
I don't know.
Lou, uh
how long ago would you say this photograph was taken?
Oh, I'd say about 20 years ago, 25 at the outside.
Corey, Mannix here.
Listen, I'd like a check on a Greenbriar Photography shop.
Yeah, start with your 1940 files, and come forward.
Thanks.
I don't know what that's about,
but let's talk business.
Union Electronics wants a complete overhaul
of their internal security system.
I'm on a case, Lou.
What case?
Oh, but you said he was in a coma.
We didn't even agree to be hired.
How can I tell him I'm busy?
I'll put McMahon on it.
But he called for me.
He called my name.
Joe, you don't even know who he is.
I've got a lead.
This picture.
And what if you find her?
You can't say Spinelli hired you
because that would be violating
the client's confidence.
You can't even mention his name.
Mannix here.
Thanks, Corey.
Well, we found the photographer.
Joe, this is none of our business!
Lou, I'm a detective.
Somebody paid us $250 to help him.
I'd like to try and earn it.
Yeah?
Uh Mr. Watkins?
You want to leave something here,
or are you picking something up?
Well, I'm not sure that you
handle this kind of a job.
Suppose I decide what kind of job
I'm capable of doing.
You see, I have this very old print, a picture you took
of a friend of mine about 20 years ago, and I
don't suppose you'd keep a record
of the negative after all these years.
Listen, mister, my records go back 25 years.
Good.
There you are.
Not one of mine.
It's got your imprint on the back
Greenbriar Photography.
That's a long time ago.
You telling me I got to worry about a picture I took
20 years ago?
Look, you just told me you've got all your old records.
Listen, mister, don't tell me what I said.
Operator, get me the Central Police Station.
What are you doing?!
Sorry, pal. This is a criminal case,
so I'll just have to subpoena that negative.
I'd like to speak to, uh, Detective Morrison.
Joe Mannix.
Put the phone down.
I'll get it for you.
I'll keep you company.
Come on, I'm getting old.
What's that?
None of your business.
The same girl that's in the negative?
No.
What's her name? Where can I find her?
I don't know.
This is Watkins.
A guy came in here
a private cop,
He had a photo of Danielle.
An old photo.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
In 1917, my whole village, 260 families
was scattered to the wind.
Bolsheviks, Mensheviks, Cossacks
people of every race, religion and national origin.
I escaped. Why?
To make lumber jackets for pushcart peddlers?
And, uh, who, sir, are you?
I'm a private investigator.
I have a client who's very ill
and I'm trying to trace someone
who might be a relative.
I found these pictures.
They look like the kind of photos that a fashion model
might use for a presentation.
Yes, I know her.
Her name is Danielle Michaels.
The girl
with a deep sadness.
Any idea where I might find her?
Perhaps at Synanon.
Synanon?
Was she a drug addict?
Oh, no, no. What are you talking about?
Mr. Herbanoff, Synanon is a
rehabilitation center for drug addicts.
Ah, Synanon is a great many things these days.
People go there looking for, uh what?
Truth?
Drama?
Emotional experience?
I, myself, donate clothing.
Well, uh
thanks, Mr. Herbanoff.
A warning, Mr. Mannix.
You may go there looking for Danielle,
but you may be forced to confront yourself.
When I was your age, I was cutting wood
in the Khovseka forest.
Can you say the same?
What do you think you're doing, here, Nutty?
Well, I, uh, I was told, uh,
this is a place a guy could come if he was in trouble.
You never heard of a front door?
Oh, well, uh, if I came in the front door,
people would see me.
So?
You ashamed to be seen coming into Synanon, huh?
Oh, one of those.
What's this?
A new guy.
Oh, I heard Joe Harper say
we're expecting a guy at 1:00.
This must be him.
Joe says he's a real hard-core addict.
Who sent you?
Uh, Mr. Herbanoff.
Oh wait a minute.
Isn't that the guy that Danielle Michaels used to work for?
Yeah, the dress designer.
Wh See if you can go find her.
And let's take it to 502. Come on.
Right over there.
Just empty your pockets.
Empty your pockets on the table.
Come on, come on.
Just put everything down there.
Is that all of it?
Oh, boy, a shtarker.
Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
Okay if I smoke? No.
Danielle.
You know what the trouble is?
People still think there's something special
about being a drug addict.
They think they're gonna make
this big announcement, you know,
uh "Here I am, I'm ready to rehabilitate myself,"
and we're gonna fall all over ourselves
begging the guy to save his life.
Hey, maybe he's not ready
to be rehabilitated yet maybe he needs to go out
and shoot a little more dope, do a little more time
hit bottom. No.
I think he's already there.
Look at him he's all strung out.
You want to know something?
You're not even smart enough to become a dope addict.
Dummy!
I'm talking to you.
You. Not even smart enough.
The very fact you're alive is proof of your insanity.
It's obvious
what his disease is.
Stupidity.
Terminal stupidity.
Right.
Well, uh, can I say something?
Sure.
Are you kidding?
What do you have to say?
You don't even have enough brains
to walk in the front door.
Look, shooting dope isn't the problem.
Shooting dope is a symptom.
The problem is learning to live like a human being.
Okay
why did you come here?
Well, I'm, uh, not sure of that, either.
I, uh Well, why does anybody
come here?
Why do you come here?
'Cause a man named Sam Bailey
cared enough to save my life.
Yeah? Who's Sam Bailey?
Look what difference does it make?
I'm trying to tell you something.
Oh, well, I can't buy that
I mean, a beautiful gal like you,
great figure, everything to live why?
I had nothing
like you.
Oh, come on, somebody cared,
a family, somebody who cares about you.
I had nobody.
All right, everybody, downstairs.
Out. Please.
Benny, we're in the middle of an interview.
You know what?
There's a real straight shooter waiting in the lobby
interview him.
All right, Benny.
You stay.
Mannix.
Benny.
How could you be such a jerk?
I needed information
that girl who was here, uh, Danielle Michaels.
You couldn't come in the front door like a mensch?
I was chasing a man with a spear gun.
Chasing a man with a spear gun?
Yeah, I, uh, I've got to talk to her, Benny.
Tell me why.
Well, there's a guy in a coma in the county hospital.
He's my client.
I never met him; I don't know who he is or why he hired me.
That's a good one.
What's the punch line?
I don't know.
I was hoping Danielle could tell me.
Now, look, Mannix, all kinds of people come here.
Lawyers and tailors,
dope addicts, thieves, some troubled people,
some not so troubled,
saints and sinners people.
Now, some live here and some don't,
some go and some come back.
And some die.
Danielle is one of our family.
And this family is responsible for her;
therefore, I am responsible for her.
Well, I've got responsibilities, too, Benny.
To your client and not to her.
We're not here to solve cases, Mannix.
We're here to help people build
better lives for themselves.
Look, I-I don't intend to bite her head off.
All I want to do is talk to her.
All right. Fine.
Fill out an application,
join the club, play the Synanon game,
and you can talk to anybody you like.
Yeah, but time is of the essence.
Not here, Mannix.
Trust is of the essence.
That's why people come here.
Are you willing to tell Danielle
everything you know about your client?
His name, whatever you know about him?
Now, look, you were a private cop
you know I can't do that, Benny.
Exactly.
Mannix.
Lou!
Lou, I'm gonna do what you've always wanted me to do
I'm gonna use a computer.
Lou, I'm gonna use a computer.
For what? Well, I want a rundown
on the background of a girl named Danielle Michaels.
I'll take care of that. Oh, Lou, you're just what I needed.
There's a three-inch briefing file on your desk
concerning your appointment
tomorrow morning at Union Electronics.
Thanks, Lou. At 9:00 a.m.
Run this through the 360.
Mr. Mannix?
I'm Sam Bailey.
I heard you were asking about me.
Uh, sit down.
You're a friend of Danielle's.
Well, that's why I'm here.
Mr. Mannix
stay out of Danielle's life.
Is there some reason why I should?
Yes.
Her real name is Mary Higgins.
Now, I didn't want to tell you this,
but I've got to make you understand.
I'm afraid I still don't understand.
Do you remember the bombing of the Daily Clarion
about 20 years ago?
Joe Higgins?
The saint of the radical labor movement.
Only he wasn't a saint anymore after the bombing.
There were 14 working men in the basement
of that building when the bomb went off.
Danielle is his daughter?
A daughter of a murderer.
Joe Higgins died in prison six months after the trial.
Did you know Joe Higgins?
Yes.
I was in the movement.
But I was out of town at the time of the bombing.
Uh, what happened to Danielle?
Well, she
drifted from this home to that.
Later she changed her name,
but she couldn't change the memories that went with it.
She tried to kill herself,
twice.
I found her and brought her to Synanon.
Uh, was she a drug addict?
Oh, no.
Just a person trying to find a little happiness.
She has that now.
She has a home with us.
She just started a job outside.
She's found a life again.
What can you do for her?
Maybe nothing, Bailey.
I don't know.
Thank you.
Here's the information you wanted, Joe.
From request to printout: 32 seconds.
Danielle Michaels is an assumed name.
Real name: Mary Higgins.
Joe Higgins.
Well, this is a waste,
but here it is anyway.
The whole thing the bombing,
Higgins' friends, the photographer.
Photographer?
Photographer, Watkins, friend of Higgins.
Lou, my hat's off to you, the 360,
its brothers and sisters
and all the off-spring computers.
Watkins?
Watkins?
Halt!
Come on.
Hello, Mary.
You've got the wrong name.
Not according to the machine.
Is that supposed to be funny or something?
No, it isn't.
My name is Mary Higgins.
My father was a murderer.
He killed 14 men, but he made up for it.
He died before they could execute him in prison.
Is that what you want?
So you found a picture of me.
They needed a private detective for that?
Do you remember who took it?
A man who was a friend of your father.
He was murdered last night.
And somebody tried to kill the man
who was carrying his picture in his wallet.
They may have well succeeded.
Who is he, Dani?
The man who was carrying this picture?
Who would want to kill him?
What's going on here?
Where do you come off barging into my office?
I thought it was the walrus tank.
Security.
Joe Mannix?
That's right. Something wrong?
Hands in the air.
This a no-parking zone?
Just keep laughing, Mannix.
You're under arrest,
in case it hadn't dawned on you.
Mind telling me the charges?
Murder and trespassing?
Oh, that's a lovely combination.
No, it could only happen to Mannix.
Yes, of course. I'll go down and get him out.
Well, thanks for getting me out before lunch, Lou.
Those jailhouse tortillas really give me heartburn.
I'm glad you're taking this lightly, Joe.
I'm glad that facing a rap
that could lead to the gas chamber
hasn't altered your fundamental self.
Oh, now, would a jury believe
I knocked off a photographer?
Besides, it's your fault.
My fault? Well, now, how do you figure that?
Well, if your computers hadn't
connected Watkins with Higgins,
I never would have gone back to the photo shop.
Very funny. I bailed you out
to take on the Electronics security case.
No, I can't, Lou.
I'm still on the Spinelli case.
Not on Intertect's time.
You're off salary, Joe.
Hello.
I'm sorry you got into trouble.
I came to bail you out,
but I see you didn't need me.
Oh, I need you plenty.
Come on. No. I
We'll, uh, have a pastrami sandwich.
Hi, Mannix.
Ernie.
Uh two pastramis on rye.
Yeah. Make mine with Swiss cheese,
chili, dill pickles, potato salad,
coleslaw, Russian dressing.
Where am I going to put the pastrami? On the floor?
Put it in the sandwich, Ernie.
Let's sit over here.
Cigarette?
The man you wanted to know about
his name is Spinelli.
He took me in after my father died.
He tried to protect me.
He must have loved you very much.
He was a poor, sad, bumbling man,
and I was the daughter of the great Joe Higgins.
Dani, Spinelli was trying to tell me something.
I think it might have been about your father.
That he was a saint?
That he murdered 14 men on behalf of a cause?
I I don't even hate him anymore.
I don't care.
Then, uh, why the bitterness?
Because I'm a liar.
Because I I want somebody
to make my father a saint again.
Here. Hope you like it.
I only blew a half a week's gross making it.
Oh, you're an artist, Ernie.
You say, um you don't know
what he was trying to tell me.
Can you think of anyone who might?
Close friends?
Friends he might have confided in?
He had a cabin at the beach,
and and he and some men used to go there and and talk
and play cards.
There should be a key.
October 14, 1945.
That's the day of the bombing.
Who does that look like to you?
Spinelli.
Right.
But he had nothing to do with the bombing.
He was in San Francisco.
According to this, he was right there.
License number HNK272.
The car your father was supposed to be driving.
I planted
the bomb.
Joe never even knew about it.
When I found out there were men in the building,
I got scared. I ran.
All of us ran.
Why did he confess?
Somebody had to take the blame
to protect the rest of us.
I was afraid.
He was never afraid.
I'm sorry.
Tell me, uh
Why did you hire me?
'Cause I couldn't live with myself anymore.
I wanted you to find her
so I could make things right for her.
Spinelli, you're a liar.
You didn't need me to find her.
You could have found her in
a phone book. Danielle Michaels,
173 Greenview Terrace.
You know, you'd be a great storyteller
if it weren't for the parts you leave out.
Mannix, you're fired!
You can't fire me.
I'm already suspended.
What are you trying to do?
Protect my client's interest the best way I know how
by finding the truth.
He told you the truth.
He told you what you wanted to hear.
My father was innocent. I've got what I wanted.
Well, good for you.
I've been lied to, shot at, thrown in jail,
suspended and fired from this case.
But you've got everything you want, so it's all right, huh?
Well, it's not, Dani!
There's a murderer still running around free out there!
I don't care!
Joe, do you know how I began this organization?
I think so, Lou.
I began with a subleased ten-by-12 office, a desk
and a box of stationery
donated by my mother, and an idea. An idea, Joe.
Yeah, I know.
It was an idea both old and new.
Now, some people call it cybernetics,
but that's such a cold word, Joe. Mm.
No. I prefer to think of it
in terms of mathematical precision, where all is order,
and nothing is left to man's irrational temperament.
Yeah, I know.
You know, you know, yes.
But do you listen?
You've been suspended, Joe.
In the orderly scheme of things,
a man who is suspended sits home and waits.
Do you know what that word "suspended" means?
Yeah, I've heard of it.
Then why
why, Mannix, are you here?
Why are you here?
It's these pictures, Lou.
I, uh, just got a feeling.
You've got a feeling.
A million and a half dollars worth of the finest computers
devised by man and there they sit,
silent, mute, meaningless
because you've got a feeling.
Mannix here.
You were right.
The guy in the driver's seat is a fake,
a lab superimposure.
No question about it.
No, it's impossible to tell who was driving the car.
Yeah, thanks, Corey.
Where are you going now?
Join Synanon.
Of course. Where else?
Supposed to be back by 7:30.
We have a game scheduled for around quarter to 8:00
Benny, I've got to talk to Sam Bailey.
Sam's in a game.
Can't you break it up?
Wait a minute.
Mannix, it's not a poker game.
It's a Synanon game.
Learning people how to talk to each other,
not just throwing chairs around a table.
Yeah, fine. What room, Benny?
You're still playing the private detective bit.
Now look, when I first came here,
you said I didn't care about Danielle,
that all I was concerned about was my client.
And now?
I want to help Danielle.
How?
By finding the truth.
All right.
Go ahead.
Room 502.
And, remember
if Sam tells you anything in this game,
it's like a priest hearing it in a confessional.
Are you willing to take that responsibility?
Thanks, Benny.
Well well, now, look who's here.
The muscleman.
Yeah.
So
you finally decided to turn yourself in, huh?
Well, you know, uh, even a private detective
can use a little help.
You're telling me. Whoo!
What you mean is
that you realize now that you're a human being.
I mean, is that what you're trying to tell us?
Huh? Sort of, yeah. I guess.
Glad to hear that.
'Cause I wasn't too sure about you.
Hey, what's your problem, Mannix?
Well, uh
I don't think anybody likes me.
Look, why don't you start off
being honest with people, huh?
Maybe I don't know how.
I mean
seems everybody's lying to me.
And, uh
well, after a while it becomes
a method of communication, right, Sam?
Who's been lying to you?
Sam's been lying to you?
Wait a second, what do you want Sam to tell you?
Well, I want Sam to tell me something,
something that happened October 14, 1945.
1945?
That was before my time.
Hey, what are you so upset about, huh?
'Cause there's nothing to talk about, that's why.
It's an old story and it was in all the papers.
Yeah, but Sam here can tell us about that firsthand.
I told you, I was out of town when it happened.
Sure, he came right up to my office to tell me.
Why did you come to my office, Sam?
To tell you to leave Danielle alone.
Yeah, well, let me tell you something, Sam.
An old friend of yours, Anthony Spinelli,
he confessed to a crime he didn't commit
the bombing of the Clarion,
the crime that Joe Higgins was punished for.
Except I found a photograph
taken at the time of the bombing.
It showed Spinelli
sitting behind the wheel of a car, license plate.
HNK272,
only it was a fake.
I had the lab print up the latent image.
It showed old Sam sitting behind that wheel.
No kidding. Sam?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do!
What's going on here, Sam?
You look like you're about to go up in smoke.
That's right.
I'm not talking to no cops.
Listen, Sam, you've been carrying a load of guilt
ever since you came in here
and you've copped to none of us.
You know, that's why you're more messed up
than anybody here.
Come on, tell it to us. I can't.
You can! Of course you can!
Tell it to me, Sam, wlllya?
Come on, Sam, let's have it.
Tell us, that's what we're here for.
Come on, Sam!
That's what we're here for, Sam.
Tell it to us, Sam.
Sam, tell us.
I was in that car.
I planted the bomb.
I didn't know there were men in the shop.
I thought it was empty.
You let Danielle's father take the rap.
No.
Yes, you did, Sam.
No.
He was the one who told me the building was empty.
That's why I did it.
If he had told any of us
that the earth was flat,
we would have believed him.
Maybe he didn't know there were people there.
I don't know.
But he went ahead, took the rap for me.
For all of us.
All he asked from us was that we take care
of Dani.
From the beginning?
From the beginning.
Each of us did what we could.
But it wasn't enough.
Do you care to tell me the rest of it, Sam?
It wouldn't help you, Mannix.
All right, game's over.
Hey, it was a good game.
Great game. Oh, that was a gas.
Oh, man, he came off
Wild.
Haven't had that for a few days.
Oh, man.
Anything he said, you couldn't use.
Sam will have to make his own peace.
Yeah, I know, Benny.
But right now, it's Danielle I'm worried about.
Danielle, get your things together.
I want you to come with me.
I'm not going any place with you, ever.
Dani
will you listen to me?
Your life is in danger.
Now, let's get out of here.
My life is in danger from what?
I just left Sam Bailey.
He's probably on the way to the jail now.
Why would Danielle be affected by.
Bailey's going to prison?
And keep your hands away from your pockets, please.
Richard, what is this?
Last time I saw that spear gun,
you were wearing a rubber suit.
Go on, Mr. Mannix.
You were about to tell us
what makes you think Danielle is in danger.
Oh, nothing sensational, just a few little things.
Such as why would you hire an ex-model to do a job
that would normally require a marine biologist?
Everyone is entitled to a second start in life.
You all made a pact, didn't you,
to take care of Joe Higgins' daughter?
That fool, Bailey.
No, he didn't mention your name,
not to me, anyway.
That gun in your hand tells me all that I need to know.
That, and this whole place.
It's pretty fancy.
Bought it in 1946, didn't you,
just a year after the bombing of the Clarion.
A poor working man like you.
You never told me you knew my father.
He was your father's intelligence officer, Dani.
Your father was a good man.
He was kind of an absent-minded idealist
who believed Sefton when he told
him the building was empty.
A bold jump into nowhere, Mr. Mannix.
Tell me, who stood to gain by the bombing of the Clarion?
The radical labor movement?
Or the people who wanted it destroyed?
Richard
I didn't know about Sefton.
I thought your father was guilty.
I was afraid you wouldn't believe me
if I came right out and confessed,
so I left a trail for Mannix to follow.
Why?
Because I loved you.
And you would have taken the blame.
It was the least I could do.
You were all I ever had,
but I never could give you anything.
But you have.
You've given me everything.