Mannix

Will you get me off of this thing?

Oh, sir, sir, you gotta lay back down.

Uh, he's been shot, upper left shoulder.

It's just a flesh wound.

Okay, why don't you let us be the judge of that.

Let's take him to exam room three, CBC, type and cross two units,

packed red cells, and I'm gonna wanna get a chest X-ray.

You're overreacting.

Will you stitch me up and get me out of here?

Not overreacting.

Sir, a bullet can do a lot of damage, and we won't know

how seriously you've been hurt till we run all these tests.

I can tell you right now.

He probably can, Jesse.

How many times you been shot, Joe?

That lost gal.

You know this guy.

Oh, yes.

First time I met him, somebody threw him off a truck.

Train.

Train, whatever.

Dr. Travis, meet the one and only Joe Mannix, private investigator.

Joe Mannix?

The flesh.

I can't be sure till I see the x-rays, but it looks like a superficial flesh wound.

I should have been a doctor.

Mm-hmm.

Get me a Lidocaine syringe, one percent solution, and a suture kit.

You know, I used to see you in here a couple of times a year.

Evidently, business fell off.

You got better at dodging bullets.

Well, you know, it's not easy competing with those big detective agencies.

I'm doing all right.

Have you thought about retiring?

Have you?

Well, at least I got help around here.

Peggy's all the help I need.

How is she?

On vacation.

Maybe you ought to join her.

Can't.

Working on a case.

Tell me all about it.

Because somebody with a high-powered rifle wants you to drop it.

Look, he's a lousy shot.

He recovered this bullet, uh, outside of the Hall of Records.

Yeah, well, you'll want ballistic to check that against

the bullets that killed Lew Reynolds on October 7th, 1973.

I will?

Hmm.

Maybe I should compare it against, uh, Lee Harvey Oswald's gun while I'm at it, huh?

Just a hunch, Steve.

Well, I'm gonna need more than that if I'm gonna convince

ballistics to dig up evidence on a 24-year-old case.

Well, I was at the Hall of Records, uh, getting a file on a case I'd worked on.

A guy named Lew Reynolds.

Been hired to look into his murder again.

You know, I remember Lew Reynolds.

He used to write a column for the Los Angeles Chronicle.

Hard-hitting, investigative-type stuff.

What happened?

Well, he took his daughter to the zoo.

He'd been having trouble with his marriage.

Oh, honey.

I guess I... I just haven't been giving you much time lately, have I?

It'll be different from now on, though.

Well, that's okay.

I understand.

It takes a lot of time to be a famous newspaper man.

And that's nice.

But what's really nice is today, just the two of us.

Yeah.

I promised you, didn't I?

Just the two of us.

He'd been working hard on an investigation of mob ties to Alfaro Industries.

He even used the trip to the zoo as a chance to meet a snitch.

Gave him a lead that couldn't wait.

Honey, would you mind if, uh... Well, if we cut today a little short.

Tina!

You think the same sniper took a shot at you today?

Well, I'd say it's a long shot, but, uh... worth checking out.

That's easy for you to say.

You're not the one that has to do the checking.

Well, how'd you get involved in the case, anyway?

Well, uh... After Lou was killed, all of his, uh... tapes and files disappeared.

His publisher, George Fallon...

hired me to get him back and find out whatever I could about the murder.

I'd worked for George once before.

Edie, this is, uh, Joe Mannix, private investigator.

We meet at last, Mrs. Reynolds?

At last?

Yes, uh... When you disappeared a couple years ago, uh...

George asked me to try and find you.

Well, just after you and Lou broke up, I thought I...

might get you back together again.

You did try, George.

Thanks.

So why did Lou's wife run off?

Edie?

Edie, as she looked in the mirror one morning...

was horrified to see a mother and a... wife staring back at her.

She was on a plane to New York that afternoon.

She abandoned Lou and Tina for an acting career... that never happened.

Lou filed for divorce... and sold custody of Tina...

just a couple of weeks before he was killed.

You want to hear something?

I was hoping to come back here someday.

Hoping my husband would take me back.

Now he's dead.

There's nothing to come back to.

There, uh... might be something, Mrs. Reynolds.

I recovered the tapes and files that George hired me to find, but...

ah, thanks.

I didn't find the... man who killed Lou Reynolds.

So who hired you to try this time?

Sorry, Steve.

I love working with P.I.s.

He used to wash my car for a buck.

A buck?

He used to charge me, too.

That's why you didn't have a beautiful secretary.

Mark, can I get out of here?

I've got work to do.

Look, try to take the day off.

You've been shot.

Grazed.

Okay, now this is a prescription for some antibiotics...

and I want you... I know the drill, Coach.

Thanks, Mark.

Take care, will you?

Hey, Doc.

You see Mr. Maddox?

No, he just left.

Why?

I just got his x-rays back.

Oh.

I couldn't find any bone or bullet fragments.

The wound was clean, but...

you may want to take a look at that.

You see what I see?

I'm afraid to do.

In the wake of these revelations, the department is disbanding the organized

crime task force... and placing the accused officers on administrative leave...

until Internal Affairs concludes its investigation.

That's it?

I'm afraid I don't understand the question, Ms. Reynolds.

Three officers were tipping off organized crime figures...

about impending raids, falsifying reports, and doctoring evidence...

and all you're going to do is disband the task force?

Well, the city charter doesn't allow for summary executions.

What makes you so sure, Deputy Chief Nichols...

that the corruption doesn't extend beyond the task force...

into other areas of the department?

Aren't you concerned about that?

Against three officers overshadows the incredible strides...

this department has made in this war on crime.

Now, Sergeant Bodie has encouraging new statistics for you.

Uh, well, naturally, statistics...

Joe!

Mark!

How long has it been?

Well, last time I saw you, you were in blue.

And you were in plaid?

I still got a few.

So what are you doing here?

You working on a case?

I thought I'd stop by and get a parking ticket fixed.

Oh, listen, don't even joke about this.

I'm not with Tina Reynolds around.

Yeah, well, she's just like her father.

Once he got his teeth into his story, he never let go.

Now, there's a comforting thought.

Speaking of which, I had better rescue my sergeant...

before she makes him confess to the Lindbergh kidnappings.

Good to see you, Joe.

Don't wait so long next time.

Take care.

Hi.

What are you doing here, Mark?

I had a hunch you might want to talk to your client after that attempt on your life.

My client?

How'd you guess?

Well, Lou Reynolds was murdered two decades ago.

Now, who else would care enough to hire you to look for the killer except the daughter?

Well, I made her a promise.

I'm gonna find the man that killed your father and

prove to you that you had nothing to do with him.

But her father said he had to cut short their day together.

She was so mad at him, she wanted him dead.

And then he was.

I finished the job Lou set out to do.

I recovered the tapes... and proved the mob controlled Alfaro Industries.

But I never did catch his killer.

For 20 years, I persuaded myself that I had done enough.

Till I came knocking on your door.

I'm Tina Reynolds, Dr. Sloan.

Have we met?

I'm familiar with your work for the police department.

Didn't know you were consulting for private detectives, too.

Well, he's not.