"♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪" "Mannix s8e09 Picture Of A Shadow" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "(SILENCED SHOT)" "(PHONE RINGING)" "Peggy, that call may help pay for your salary." "(RINGING CONTINUES)" "Mr. Mannix's office." "Oh, yes, he is." "Who's calling, please?" "Just a moment." "Joe... a Ray Jordan." "Ray Jordan?" "Put him on." "Ray Jordan... now, there's a voice out of the past." "How long has it been, uh, four years?" "Five?" "Hey, what are you up to, Ray?" "Ah." "Well, what can I do for you?" "Yeah, sure, if it's important." "In that case, I'll make time." "Yeah, where in the marina?" "1400-D..." "Mariner's Bay." "Got it." "Okay, I'll, uh, I'll be there..." "oh, within the hour, huh?" "Right." "Joe, we've got a desk full of work to do." "Oh, yeah." "Well, uh," "(CHUCKLES):" "You'd better hop right on it, Peggy." "Joe, who's Ray Jordan?" "Well, I guess you could call him a salesman." "He's into yachts now." "I helped him out of a couple of scrapes in Korea." "He figures he owes me a day on the water." "I'll call you, huh?" "He figures you'll probably buy a yacht." "In that case, I'll call you from Honolulu." "♪ ♪" "Well, I must admit, this is the only way to live, Ray." "Kooky, isn't it?" "When I quit the army" "I spent a year feeling sorry for myself." "Yeah, and came up smelling like a rose." "Born to sell yachts." "I'm Raymond!" "Sail me!" "Funny thing, Joe, turns out I'm pretty good." "Hey, um, what do you get for a tub like this, Ray?" "$75,000." "But you're an old friend, so I'll let you have it for $90,000." "Well, now, that's incredible." "How did you know that's exactly what I had in my piggy bank?" "Joe, I didn't bring you out here to sell you a yacht." "(CHUCKLES) I'm glad to hear that, Ray." "I was about to go into hock." "$25,000 would make an acceptable down payment." "Uh... what are you selling, Ray?" "A chance for you to pick up an easy 25 G's." "Is that why you brought me aboard?" "Long time since we've seen each other." "Come on, Ray, you don't have to con me." "Shoot." "Pick it up a bit, Digger!" "Right-o!" "We'd better get some canvas up." "Well, Joe, interested?" "Well, fill me in and we'll see." "Couple of weeks ago, a big fella in the hotel business was knocked off." "Yeah, Mark Bradford." "The Bradford chain is offering $50,000 for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the hit man." "Hit man?" "The papers said that he walked in on a burglar working his hotel suite." "That's not the way it happened, Joe." "I can give you the killer." "And we split the reward?" "Right." "Well, why split with me at all, Ray?" "A phone call'll get you police headquarters." "Can't do that, Joe." "If I stay in the shadows I... keep on living." "And that's worth paying you half the reward money." "(SILENCED GUNSHOT)" "What's wrong?" "Head for the harbor patrol!" "Sorry, Joe, I don't buy word one of Jordan's story." "Yeah, well, somebody bought it." "According to Cap St. Rose over at the boatyard," "Jordan worked for him..." "as a salesman." "Now, what's a guy selling yachts doing with information about Mark Bradford's death?" "Trying to cash in on it." "Otherwise, why would he bring me all the way down here?" "Maybe he thought he had something." "Well, if that's all it was, why was he shot?" "How would I know that?" "Maybe he sold somebody a leaky yacht." "Well, I still say you're gonna find there's a connection between the Bradford murder and this shooting." "If I do, you win the life-size teddy bear." "Come on, I'll take you to your car." "(ENGINE STARTS)" "(EXHALES)" "(PHONE RINGS)" "Joe Mannix." "Yeah, what's the message?" "Did she leave a name?" "How long ago did she call?" "Thanks." "This is Joe Mannix." "Uh, can I help you?" "I can help you, Mr. Mannix." "How?" "With information about Ray Jordan's murder." "Who are you?" "Ray made you an offer, didn't he?" "Today on the boat." "Did he?" "Yes." "I'm making you the same offer." "Well, it's a little tough to deal on the telephone." "Where are you?" "Are you interested?" "I'm interested." "Where are you?" "27308 Amber Road." "It's on the beach, a mile south of Paradise Cove." "Okay, that's where you are." "Now, you mind telling me who you are?" "You'll know when you get here." "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "(DOOR OPENS)" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "(GRUNTING)" "MAN:" "Come on, let's get her out of here!" "How you feeling, Joe?" "Uh, just super." "Maybe the doc should check you out." "(EXHALES) Later." "You don't feel you were set up, huh?" "Now, who's gonna kill two people just to sap me?" "Although that makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened today." "That's where you found her, huh, in there on the bed?" "MANNIX:" "Yeah, facedown." "How close did you get to her?" "MANNIX:" "Uh, edge of the bed." "You're sure, Joe, she was dead?" "Okay, okay." "But why sap you and do a disappearing act with the body?" "I mean, if it was a frame, they would've left the body and your fingerprints all over the woodwork." "Yeah." "Whoever did it, tore this place apart looking for something..." "something worth $50,000." "The car outside is registered to Carol Britton." "Carol Britton, the photographer?" "She's one of the top photographers in the country." "I've-I've seen her stuff in Newsworld." "What would a girl like Carol Britton fit into a shakedown... and with a boat hustler like Ray Jordan?" "I don't know, Joe, but the car is hers, the house is in her name." "This stuff is hers, too." "Oh." "There she is." "Carol Britton." "She's beautiful." "And famous and talented." "And dead." "How are we doing, Perry?" "Ah, not getting too much." "Well, they probably wore gloves anyway." "Well, let's go." "Joe?" "Huh?" "Let's go." "Yeah, I know." "It's always tougher when they're young and beautiful." "MAN:" "You don't just pick up a telephone and replace a Carol Britton, Mr. Mannix." "We'll be hunting for a long time." "Lieutenant Malcolm tells me you found Carol's body out at her beach house." "Yeah, that's right." "And that you're a private investigator." "Right again." "I don't quite understand." "It's usual for a man to be retaining your business, isn't it, Mr. Mannix?" "It's usual." "Do you have a client?" "Yes." "Miss Britton." "Carol had that effect on people she met." "I never met her." "But you were at her house..." "2:00 in the morning." "Yeah, she called me and said she had some information on the Bradford killing." "Bradford?" "The hotel man?" "That's what she said." "But why would she call you?" "You'd never met." "I mean, if she had anything to hide on the Bradford shooting, she would have called the police." "I guess I was a better bet than the police." "Bet?" "Well, the hotel people offered a 50 grand reward to whoever turned up Mark Bradford's killer or killers." "Miss Britton offered to split it with me." "The reward?" "Mm." "25 for her end, 25 for mine." "I don't believe it." "Not a damn word!" "I knew Carol." "For how long and how well?" "Three years and very well." "From the day she came in this office and hit me for a job." "She sat right there in the chair you're sitting in." "Ah, not what we want." "(THUNDER RUMBLING)" "It's too local." "(THUNDER RUMBLING, RAIN FALLING)" "(CHUCKLES)" "That's not bad." "(MAN LAUGHS)" "How did a nice girl like you get in the locker room at the Super Bowl?" "I walked in." "MAN:" "Nobody stopped you?" "Nobody usually stops me, Mr. Larsen." "And nobody ever did." "She walked in on the world with a camera in her hand, and nobody stopped her, Mr. Mannix, ever." "Till last night." "Right." "(SIGHS)" "What about men in her life?" "I never knew about them." "Carol was a very private person." "Friends?" "Well, the shop is full of them." "Mr. Larsen..." "Oh, excuse me." "That's all right, Jim." "Come on in." "Mr. Mannix, this is Jim Barnard." "He's in charge of our photo lab." "Jim." "How do you do?" "I just need your okay on those hurricane prints." "LARSEN:" "These are fine, Jim." "Thank you." "Mr. Mannix found Carol." "Oh." "I still can't get myself to believe it happened." "Carol was one hell of a lady, Mr. Mannix, you can believe it." "I do." "You with the police?" "No." "Private." "I certainly hope you nail whoever killed her, because they don't make ladies like her twice." "You can believe that, Mr. Mannix." "I know." "I was there to see it." "In Vietnam, in the outskirts of a little city called Quang Tree." "(EXPLOSION)" "(EXPLOSIONS)" "Ah, I'm sorry, Mac." "I didn't..." "Oh." "JIM:" "Lady, what are you doing in my shell hole?" "My shell hole, soldier, and what I'm doing in it is... (EXPLOSIONS)" "Praying!" "And apparently, not hard enough." "(JIM SIGHS)" "This is some war, huh?" "Why don't they make these things with hot and cold running beer, something?" "Are you..." "what, are you a correspondent?" "Yeah, Newsworld." "Newsworld." "Hmm." "I know you now." "You're the lady with the beautiful... (EXPLOSIONS)" "(GUNFIRE) ...camera." "(EXPLOSIONS)" "I didn't see Carol again till after the war." "She was doing a feature on a veterans' hospital, and I was there." "She spotted me and the crutch I was on." "Anyway, a year ago, when I got out..." "She twisted my arm to take him on as a lab assistant." "Like I said, Mr. Mannix, she was a lovely lady." "Get who killed her... for me." "See what I mean?" "Carol was everybody's dream girl." "She couldn't have been mixed up in a shakedown." "Something's wrong somewhere." "You got the wrong girl, that's all." "Yeah." "You said that Jim was in charge of your photo lab?" "That's right, he is." "Fast promotion." "I mean, for a GI just a year out of the hospital." "He's a very competent guy." "Besides, I needed somebody to move up into Bill Webb's spot." "Webb?" "LARSEN:" "Jim's boss." "He was killed in a hit-and-run accident." "MANNIX:" "When?" "About three or four weeks ago." "Bill Webb was the finest darkroom man in the business." "Nothing he couldn't do with film." "Any trace of the car that hit him?" "No." "Well, thanks, Mr. Larsen." "By the way, uh, what was the exact date Webb was killed?" "August 12." "MANNIX:" "August the twelfth, Art." "Oh, Webb's death could be just a coincidence, Joe." "Just two days after Bradford was shot." "It's too close." "The Webb file, Lieutenant." "Oh, thanks, Charlie." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Any arrests after the accident?" "No." "Witnesses?" "Yeah, a Chicano garage man near the scene of the accident." "But I still don't see the connection between Bill Webb's death and Bradford's murder." "Let's take a look at the pattern, Art." "Now, Ray Jordan had some information to sell on the hotel tycoon, Bradford, and he was killed on the boat." "Carol Britton sounded as if she wanted a piece of the reward action, and she was killed..." "same night." "The beach house." "Bill Webb, uh, worked with Carol Britton at Newsworld... in the lab." "He was killed... hit-and-run." "Now, the chain has got to start with Bill Webb." "Ah, I suppose you could build a chain out of it, but, uh..." "But there's always Art Malcolm's little old law of coincidence, right?" "Show me a reason to repeal it." "I'll try and dig you up one." "Sure, I saw the whole thing." "Well, can you tell me about it... you know, the make of car, uh, anything?" "I already told the cops." "It's all in the report." "You know, it-it was too dark over there to be sure." "No streetlight." "You know, some dumb kid must have broke it." "This guy was crossing the street." "The car came out of nowhere, man." "Wham!" "Knocked him maybe 50 feet." "Came out of nowhere, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "Are you saying that the car didn't have its headlights on?" "Hey." "I never thought about that." "Look, the lights were on when he was hit." "I wouldn't have seen anything otherwise." "You didn't see the headlights approaching the man?" "Maybe I wasn't looking until the sound." "Now you told me you saw the man crossing the street." "Well, if so, you had to see the headlights if they were on." "Maybe I..." "I didn't see them, but I just figured, you know, they had to be on." "Well... thanks for talking to me." "(SIGHS)" "Long day?" "Any calls?" "Only a few of your impatient clients wondering what Mr. Mannix is doing for them." "Yeah, well, I'll get to them tomorrow." "What are you doing, Joe?" "Shouldn't you be on your way home?" "I just left." "Good night, Peg." "See you in the morning, Joe." "(DOOR CLOSES)" "(PHONE RINGING)" "Mannix." "Hey, Mr. Mannix, this here is Miguel, the guy you talked to." "Right." "The auto shop." "Look, man, about the hit-run..." "I think I got something for you." "What is it, Miguel?" "It's my pal from Oxnard." "He-he's got a body shop up there." "Couple of weeks ago, this guy brought in a big sedan with front-end damage." "L.A. registration." "Are you with me?" "What makes you think it's a hit-and-run car?" "Jose was taking off the broken headlight, and he found a little piece of suede leather." "The guy who was hit was wearing a jacket like that." "I was the first one to him." "I know, man." "Can Jose describe the man that brought the car in?" "For bread he can." "Enough bread." "Where can I talk to him?" "Jose and me got to pick up some chicks, but if-if you don't waste any time, we'll be here." "1121 Pullmer... out in the Valley." "Right." "MAN:" "Okay, Miguel, you did good." "Now go on home and forget it." "Oh, M..." "Miguel?" "You have a nice little family, haven't you?" "I'm sure you wouldn't want anything to happen to them, would you?" "(DOOR CLOSES)" "Let's try a dry run." "(CLICK, PHONE RINGING)" "One." "(CLICK) And two." "(CLICK) And whammo!" "♪ ♪" "Miguel?" "Anybody home?" "(PHONE RINGS)" "Honest, Mr. Mannix, I didn't want to do it." "I told the man no." "You did make the call, Miguel." "You did set me up." "I didn't have any choice, Mr. Mannix." "They held a gun to my head." "They said they would hurt my kids." "I want to know who they are." "I never saw them before." "Honest, Mr. Mannix." "They didn't tell me their names." "You can describe them." "What do you mean by that?" "You saw them, didn't you?" "Señor, my kids." "They say they will hurt my kids." "Okay, Miguel, forget it." "I'm sorry." "You are off duty?" "Ten minutes ago." "Sorry I kept you waiting." "Cheers." "Joe, level with me." "What is this public service kick?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, if you were in it for the Bradford reward money," "I could understand it." "$50,000." "That would be nice." "But that's not it, right?" "Art, someone is trying to kill me or hasn't that gotten through to you?" "Yeah." "Now, what do you say we start to work?" "Where do you want to start?" "Start." "Mark Bradford." "Well, I buy the surprised burglar." "Several valuable pieces were taken from Bradford's hotel suite, and that joint was ransacked." "Oh, no, no, no, if Ray Jordan had something on the burglar, he would've turned him in and collected the reward." "He wouldn't have offered me half the loot to front for him." "All right, if the burglary evidence was a cover, tell me where we are." "What do you know about Mark Bradford?" "I know what everybody knows." "He was a self-made man." "He started in the hotel business as a bellhop, and the chain he left behind is one of the biggest in the world." "Money problems?" "None that showed up, and with a partner like Lyle Kilburn, how could he have money problems?" "Kilburn?" "I just dug that up this morning." "Thanks a lot." "I don't know what difference he makes anyway." "Oh, you don't, huh?" "Kilburn is only up on a felony charge." "All right, he was a bad boy." "He got in a jam with the SEC and he perjured himself." "He's still one of the richest men in the state." "Art, where is Kilburn's present home away from home?" "MALCOLM:" "Federal Correctional Institution at Beauville." "This may look like a country club, Mr. Mannix, but when you're shut up in here, you know it's a prison." "You seem to be taking it well, Mr. Kilburn." "Not getting a lot of sleep lately." "Why not?" "My partner's murder." "I hear the police think it was a burglar." "There are a lot of burglars in here." "One of them probably has an ice pick with my name on it." "Are you telling me that you believe Mark Bradford was a contract hit?" "A contract with two names on it, Mr. Mannix," "Mark Bradford's and mine." "The syndicate wants Bradford Hotels International." "And Bradford wouldn't deal?" "Neither would I." "See, the hotels were more than property to Mark." "They were his life." "I understood that." "I'm not certain he would've chosen to die for them." "I know damn well I don't want to." "I take it you don't have the same sentiments for the hotels that your partner did?" "No, not really." "Then you would sell, right?" "No, Bradford Hotels International is not going to become a worldwide laundry for their tainted money." "I gave Mark my solemn word when they made their offer." "I'd say you have a problem." "Joe, there really are some things here you must take care of." "Yeah, later, Peggy;" "I just came by to change." "Then where?" "I'm going over to Carol Britton's place." "I think you've got the number." "What's there, Joe?" "Maybe some answers." "Joe, did you know her a long time ago?" "Larsen over at Newsworld asked me that same question." "No, I didn't know her." "First time I ever saw her was in that photograph the night she was killed." "Strange, a girl you're never going to be able to meet or talk to or take to dinner, yet you think about her." "(SIGHS) You know it's a waste of time and yet..." "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "Who are you?" "(DOORBELL RINGS)" "Lieutenant Malcolm." "Come in, Lieutenant;" "I'm Carol Britton." "Mannix gave me the gist of it on the telephone." "You were on a boat down in Mexico for three days?" "Yes, La Paz and Cabo San Lucas with friends, Brian and Mimsy Sinclair." "We'll have to check on that." "I hope you understand, Miss Britton." "Of course." "They live in the Malibu Colony." "Number 87." "They're in the book." "You didn't know anything about the murder until you got back, is that correct?" "No, not until Mr. Mannix told me." "You didn't hear a news broadcast on the radio?" "No, it's a little hard to pull in an American station from the Cape, Lieutenant." "Art, uh, there's something you ought to look into right away, something I didn't know when we called you." "It's about the other girl." "You know who she might have been?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was Vera Webb." "Any connection with the Webb that used to work with you at Newsworld?" "She was his wife." "They've been separated about six months." "Why was she staying here?" "Well, she asked to stay with me for a few days after Bill was killed by a hit-and-run driver." "She still cared for him even though they weren't living together." "Miss Britton, is there... is there any possibility that Mrs. Webb was killed by someone who mistook her for you?" "Yeah, that notion has been suggested to me, Lieutenant." "Did she look like you?" "No, not really." "Did anyone know she was staying here?" "Not that I know of." "That was Vera's whole purpose for coming here, to get away." "Lieutenant, who would want to kill me?" "Or Vera?" "Carol, did you ever have any contact with Mark Bradford?" "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it contact." "What does that mean?" "I was at the Bradford Hotel when he was shot." "I was covering a Japanese Industrial Exhibit for Newsworld." "When I came out, I saw some people kind of gathering around an ambulance, so I grabbed a couple of shots." "It was more or less out of instinct." "But I-I've never seen Bradford before in my life." "First time through the range-finder in my camera, dead." "Well," "I'll appreciate it if you'll come down to my office in the morning, Miss Britton." "Certainly." "I've got to get back downtown now." "Oh, thank you, Miss Britton." "You coming, Joe?" "I-I'll see you later, Art." "But there has to be a motive." "You're a detective." "Doesn't there have to be a motive?" "I mean, you don't simply kill someone because she lives in a beach house." "Or is this the year for it?" "From all you read in the papers these days, this could be the year for anything." "And why did they take her body away?" "Well, the police thought you were dead." "Maybe the killer figured he'd get another crack at you before they found out their mistake." "Ooh, is my hysteria showing?" "A little." "CAROL:" "Doesn't it ever stop, Joe?" "MANNIX:" "What's that?" "CAROL:" "The killing." "MANNIX:" "Can try to stop it." "CAROL:" "How?" "MANNIX:" "Let's start with Mark Bradford." "You said you were at the Bradford Hotel when he was killed." "Yes." "And you said that people were crowding in." "Yes." "Hey, wait a minute." "Do you suppose I might have caught someone in one of my shots..." "I mean, the murderer?" "Well, whoever killed Vera Webb ripped your place apart looking for something." "Yeah, and I'm not the kind of girl who keeps diamonds in her mattress." "Maybe it was worth more than diamonds to the killer." "A negative." "Yeah, that's where I'm putting my money." "Vera Webb called me the night she was killed." "She had information..." "or so she said... about the Bradford murder." "What information?" "She didn't get to tell me." "Did Vera know a man named Ray Jordan... a boat salesman?" "Yes." "How well did she know him?" "Well, she was... she was living with him when Bill was killed." "Uh, she felt really badly about it and it was a mess." "Where is Ray now?" "Where Vera is." "Dead?" "The three of them?" "Vera and Bill and Ray Jordan." "And Bradford." "Don't forget Bradford." "Carol." "What?" "I've, uh, got a feeling that someone is very disappointed that you and I aren't in the obituary column, too." "Do you suppose he'll keep trying till he puts us there?" "I'm afraid so." "(SIGHS)" "What do we do, Joe, wait?" "I'm terrible at it." "Maybe we could switch games on him... make him play our game." "Does it have a name?" "Yeah." "What?" "Target." "I don't like it, Joe." "Cheese... that's what you're using her for." "Supposing the guy smells the trap." "Oh, he won't if he doesn't see your big feet under the drapes." "Miss Britton, I don't care where Mannix sticks his neck, but I don't want you risking yours." "Oh, but, Lieutenant, you'll be right behind us if anything happens, won't you?" "Way behind." "(ENGINE STARTS)" "(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA) ...Montego is third, Breakaway is fourth." "And here comes Red Sand." "Red Sand getting through on the rail." "It's Red Sand now getting the lead by a head." "Katy's Trim on the outside in second." "They're in the stretch now with Katy's Trim on the outside in front." "By a head, Red Sand is second." "It's now Red Sand in front." "Red Sand and Katy's Trim." "Red Sand is going out in the front." "It's Red Sand now going on to winning it." "(SLOW JAZZ PLAYING)" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "(WAVES CRASHING)" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "I know we've been doing this all night, but, uh, whose benefit was that for?" "Ours." "I knew it." "That's why it was so great." "♪ ♪" "Carol." "KILBURN:" "Very touching." "Now, just maintain that position." "Well, the Beauville slammer must have some far-out ideas on prisoner recreation." "The guard captain and I have an agreeable arrangement." "And profitable for both of you." "Very profitable." "Captain gets a big hunk of cash and, uh, you get to knock off Mark Bradford." "With a perfect alibi." "You never left the country club." "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Hmm." "I thought the syndicate wanted the Bradford Hotels." "Oh, I am the syndicate, Mannix." "Three more months in the rigid confines of Beauville and the big gate opens." "I take over... everything." "Unless a certain picture falls into the wrong hands." "Miss Britton?" "I don't know what picture you're talking about." "Miss Britton, you're not going to pretend that I didn't show up in one of those pictures you took at the Bradford." "I don't know." "Outside the hotel... you aimed your camera at Bradford's body as they put him in the ambulance." "Now, what about those?" "I'm not sure, I didn't see them." "You're lying." "Your lab man Bill Webb showed me what he cropped out of your pictures." "There happened to be a remarkably good likeness of me getting into a car in the background." "Your Mr. Webb wanted a sizable piece of money for it." "(SETS GLASS DOWN)" "Now... do I get to know where you've hidden that negative?" "Or do I spoil that pretty face?" "Hold it, chum." "Don't be stupid, Kilburn." "Am I being stupid, Miss Britton?" "Joe." "It's all right, honey, he can't afford to kill you." "Can't I?" "Can he, Joe?" "No, 'cause if he does, he'll never get that negative he's after, and when it does turn up, the cops will nail him, so he's got to deal." "Oh, I can take a chance it won't turn up." "No way, Kilburn, not when I tell you who's got it." "Who's got it?" "Deal?" "All right, what's the deal?" "First get the ape to take the cannon out of my back." "Arnold." "Don't trust him, boss." "Put the gun down, Arnold." "Yeah, but, boss... (GRUNTING)" "Arnold was right." "I shouldn't have trusted you." "Well, I guess that just about does it." "One for the road, Lieutenant?" "Oh, no, I'm still on duty." "Some other time, I hope." "Thanks anyway." "Joe, are you...?" "Forget it." "I knew you were a great photographer and beautiful." "Now it turns out you also make a perfect martini." "As the French would say that is formidable." "Yeah, but I'm a lousy cook." "You know what?" "You're pretty formidable yourself."