Mannix

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Hi, Joe.

Ken! Come on in!

Crazy time of night to be dropping by,

but I saw your light on.

Hey, anytime. What's new?

Tomorrow I report to the detective division.

Oh, that's great, Ken. Congratulations.

Well, you know who I have to thank.

Sure, a lot of guys.

Mostly one guy, Joe.

If you hadn't showed up in a dark alley one rainy night,

why, they'd be promoting a dead man.

You know, when a guy makes detective,

he deserves 12-year-old Scotch,

not this stuff I give to the paying customers.

I'll get it, Joe.

Thanks, Ken.

Move out!

Out!

Roarke...

I thought you'd be alone.

You should be dead, Mannix.

That was supposed to be me, Art.

A combination of bad light and lousy thinking

of the judge that cut Roarke loose on bail.

Yeah, I'd heard through the grapevine he was gunning for me.

I thought it was just talk.

What would you have done differently if you believed it?

I don't know, Art. Something.

It had to happen, Joe.

You spoiled a half a million dollar heist

when you nailed Roarke in that getaway car.

He was just trying to make points with his pals.

How do I explain that to Ken Gordon?

All right, get him out of here.

I... I'd like to see my lawyer.

Yeah, I know.

Thanks, man.

Joe?

Yeah.

By.

Joe?

Joe?

Is there anything I can do?

No, Peggy. It's all done.

There's nothing anyone could do.

I'll get the day started.

Peggy, uh, how old was he, 28?

The news said he was 29.

Young for a detective.

Yeah, for a dead detective.

I'll take care of the flowers, Joe.

Oh, uh, Peggy,

Ken had a sister in, uh... Pittsburgh.

Maybe you can find out when she's coming in,

meet the plane, huh?

I'll be there.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Well, you can pretty well guess.

I'll see.

For me?

Art Malcolm.

Hello, Art.

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You did?

About what?

And what do you make of it, Art?

Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll be right over there,

soon as I get cleaned up.

Roarke, he says he want to talk.

That doesn't sound like him.

What does he want to talk to you about?

He didn't say.

Joe, you know he's capable of doing anything.

Yeah, don't worry, Peggy.

He's gonna pay.

How could I represent a client so dumb

that he would go after Joe Mannix.

Stop crying. You're being well paid.

I suppose you instructed your client not to talk?

That would depend of what you wanted to discuss, Lieutenant.

He won't have to.

He killed a police officer in cold blood.

You don't think he had the right to defend himself.

That's your plea, self-defense?

That's a little far out, isn't it?

Why is that?

Mr. Roarke went to Mr. Mannix's office

to chat about the circumstance of their last meeting.

The door was opened by an officer

who immediately drew his gun.

It was still in his holster after the shooting.

There was nobody present to see you put it back

in the officer's holster after the shooting.

Only me. I saw that.

Save it for the jury, Roarke.

You're going to need all the defense you can get.

Hold it, Joe.

You sent word down that you were ready to talk.

So far I haven't heard anything worth the elevator ride.

You change your mind?

What's that all about? You didn't tell me.

Cool it.

I want to make a deal.

No deals.

Oh, sure. Yeah, sure.

I understand, Lieutenant, you're lily white,

but juries are paid to listen.

And don't you forget where you heard

what I'm going to tell you.

Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but shut up.

There was a judge that disappeared about a year ago.

Remember?

Judge Bishop?

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah. What about him?

I know where he's buried.

You must be out of your mind.

You want to be charged with that, too?

I wasn't even around at the time.

A friend of mine told me.

No names, Lieutenant, or I'm a dead man.

Victor, listen, you're confessing

to withholding evidence.

Sure.

But maybe I'll buy a little consideration from the jury.

Maybe they'll understand

that, at the time, I was too scared to talk.

So I have this on my conscience, and I want to get it straight.

That's stupid. You're only buying yourself

a cell eight feet by ten.

Lieutenant, do I have to listen to this clown?

I'll answer that for you, Lieutenant.

You get yourself another lawyer.

Are you sure this is the place?

There's the fire road.

All right, Dale.

What did your friend have to do with this,

the one that told you about it?

He drove the car.

That's all I'm going to say now.

In court, it could be different.

That should be it right there.

He said they buried him to the left of a small pine.

This dirt looks like it's just been turned.

Maybe he was conning me,

but I don't think he'd do a thing like that.

Well, it won't hurt to scratch around.

Go ahead, Dale.

Control One.

This is One-King-Four-One. Over.

Go ahead, One-King-Four-One.

Art Malcolm here.

I'm two miles west of Mulholland on Fire Road Zebra 4-5.

There's a helicopter approaching.

Run a check on any aircraft in the area, will you? Over.

Roger, One-King-Four-One.

And I'll shoot one of our choppers over there right away.

Stand by. Over.

Control One, this is One-King-Four-One.

It's okay on that helicopter.

It's our friendly neighborhood sheriff, N4081G.

Thanks just the same. Over.

Everything okay down there?

Don't anybody move!

Nobody.

Okay, put your gun... Throw it down!

Throw your guns down! Get these cuffs off!

You haven't got a prayer.

Hurry!

If I don't make radio contact

with headquarters every five minutes,

there's gonna be an army swarming up here.

Five minutes is all I need.

By that time, we'll be in freeway traffic, lost.

No way you're going to find us.

Come on. Get in the chopper. Let's go. Come on, Mannix.

One-King-Four-One, Control enter says

no sheriff chopper N4081G.

No sheriff chopper N4081G.

Come in, One-King-Four-One. Over.

Hold it, Mannix.

This is where we finish our business.

You step right over there.

Come on. Let's go.

By.

Come in, One-King-Four-One.

This is Central Control standing by. Over.

One-King-Four-One, do you read me? Over.

I'm all right.

Can you walk?

Yeah. Come on.

Come in, One-King-Four-One.

This is Central Control standing by. Over.

One King four one, do you read me? Over.

Control One, this is Joe Mannix.

We were bushwhacked by Victor Roarke's boys.

Officer Collins is wounded, and the took Lieutenant Malcolm

as hostage in the helicopter with the phony markings. Over.