"(PHONE RINGS)" "Hello." "(Man) Hi." "I asked you not to call here." "Is he with you?" "No, he's in the shower." "I missed you." "I think Tom knows." "We'd better get together, decide what to do about that." "He's going out of town this afternoon." "Perfect. 3:00?" "All right." "The boat?" "Yes." "(GUNSHOT)" "♪ (THEME) ♪" "Mannix s5e20 A Walk In The Shadows" "Mr. Mannix?" "I have to talk to you. lt's urgent." "Come in." "Please sit down, Mr..." "Farnon, Tom Farnon." "Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Farnon?" "It's about my wife." "Somebody killed her." "When?" "This afternoon, a few hours ago." "I was there." "I saw the man." "But I don't know who he is." "Did you go to the police?" "No." "No, I haven't talked to the police." "I'm afraid they'll think I'm the one who killed Linda." "Why?" "Unit 9 to Control." "Control." "Go ahead, 9." "Lieutenant, I've located the Farnon car." "It's parked outside 17 Paseo Verde." "I'll be right there." "10-4." "Let me see if I can put this all together." "Now, you suspected that your wife was having an affair." "You overheard her arranging a meeting with a man." "Scotch?" "So, you rushed down to to the Marina to confront them." "To my boat." "I started into the cabin." "There was a shot." "This man lunged past me, knocked me aside." "He dropped a gun and ran out." "I picked up the gun and I saw my wife on the floor." "You rushed out of the cabin with a gun in your hand." "Yes." "And then the boat blew up." "I saw the man racing away in a yellow sports car." "I tried to follow him, but I lost him." "After that, you just drove around?" "I must have been in shock." "All I could think of was Linda lying there." "And finally, you decided to come here." "I began to realize how the whole thing would look to the police." "Excuse me." "Why don't you come right on in, Art?" "Sorry, Joe, this is business." "I'm Lieutenant Malcolm," "Los Angeles Police Department." "Are you Thomas Farnon?" "Yes." "Is that your sedan parked in front?" "Yes." "Well, we've had quite a time finding you, Mr. Farnon." "Your wife is dead." "She was on your boat when it was blown up." "I suppose you know that." "Her body was recovered from the Marina just before dark." "She'd been shot." "A security guard at the Marina saw you running from the scene." "You had a gun in your hand." "I'll have to ask you to come down to headquarters." "Wait a minute, Art." "What about the other man?" "What other man?" "The man that was in the cabin when Mr. Farnon found his wife's body." "He drove off in a yellow sports car." "Sorry, Joe." "Nobody saw another man, or a yellow sports car." "We found this on the floor of Mr. Farnon's car. lt's a .38." "The bullet we recovered from the body was also a 38." "I found that gun in the cabin." "The other man dropped it." "The man who killed my wife." "We'll be going now, Mr. Farnon." "There was another man, Mr. Mannix!" "I swear it!" "Your friend Farnon really made the morning paper... ..right between a mid-East crisis, and a presidential summit meeting." "Thanks, Peggy." "Joe, I think you've lost a case." "I talked to Vivian, and according to her, the whole department's sure it's open-and-shut." "That's just what bothers me." "That he's guilty?" "No, but if it's such a clear-cut case, why did he come here at all last night?" "What did he hope to gain?" "Why didn't he just run for the nearest border?" "Maybe that's exactly what he wanted you to wonder." "Or maybe he didn't run because he was hoping somebody might believe the story and help him." "Joe, his story's full of holes." "What about the gun they found in his car?" "Farnon says he picked it up when the other man dropped it." "What other man?" "He simply vanished into thin air, I suppose." "Look, Peggy, the lies are so clumsy, there's got to be some sort of truth to them." "Joe, when you tell a whopper, you make sure." "You sprinkle a few grains of truth in the mixture, then nobody knows what to believe." "Look, now, if there was no other man, then we're talking about premeditated murder, and Farnon just doesn't seem like the type." "Joe, you never saw him before last night." "Hey, I hired you two minutes after you walked through that door." "Okay, so you liked the look in his baby blue eyes." "But that look could be deceiving." "You mean, if he can create enough doubt about the existence of another man, he might even be able to convince a jury?" "You said it, I didn't." "Okay, what if I found the other man?" "You'd be chasing a ghost." "Just suppose I put a name to him." "That means you're going to try." "That's right." "Just say it's in the interest of psychical research." "Art, they told me downstairs you wanted me to look in." "Oh yeah, I thought I'd better tell you, you're spinning your wheels on that Farnon case." "What makes you say that?" "Remember Farnon's explanation about this?" "About how it happened to wind up in his car?" "Yeah, the other man dropped it in the cabin, and Farnon picked it up." "I'm afraid that fairy story about the other man won't wash anymore." "That's Farnon's gun." "It's registered in his name." "What?" "And ballistics says it's also the gun that killed Mrs. Farnon." "Here, see for yourself." "Another thing:" "the bomb that destroyed the boat was primed with fulminate of mercury." "We found traces of it in the wreckage." "So?" "So we also found traces of fulminate of mercury in the trunk of Farnon's car." "That's impossible, Mr. Mannix." "My revolver is at home, in the study, locked away." "No, it's not, Mr. Farnon." "It's upstairs in Lieutenant Malcolm's possession." "It's a police exhibit." "On the boat, when I picked it up," "I never dreamed it was my own gun." "The man I saw." "He must have stolen it." "How do you explain the fulminate of mercury?" "What are you talking about?" "The detonator that blew up your boat." "Mr. Mannix, I don't know the first thing about fulminate of mercury." "The police found traces of it in the trunk of your car." "Then somebody put it there." "The "other man"?" "I saw him!" "He was there." "He called my wife the day it happened." "You have to believe me." "You have to find him." "Where do I start?" "Well, I'm not very proud of this, Mr. Mannix but, a few months ago, I hired a private detective to follow Linda." "Maybe he can give you a lead." "Who is he?" "His name is Rand." "Phil Rand?" "Yes, you know him?" "I know him." "What did he find out?" "I'm not sure I know how to answer that." "At first, he gave me the impression that Linda was involved with another man." "And then, suddenly, he said he was wrong, that there was nothing going on." "And then what?" "He dropped the case." "Just like that." "But..." "But you felt he was holding something back?" "I just didn't know." "I mean, I recognized how jealous I'd always been about Linda." "I began to think maybe I was being psychotic." "All right, Mr. Farnon, I'll have a talk with Phil Rand." "(DOORBELL RINGS)" "Hi, Joe!" "Hello, Emma." "Oh, it's good to see you." "Who's that manhandling my woman?" "How are you, Joe?" "Hello, Phil." "Come on in." "I'll get the coffee." "It's been a while since you've been by, Joe." "Well, you know how it is with us bachelors." "We've got to try and make it on our own." "Say, Phil, have you been reading about the Farnon case?" "Hasn't everyone?" "Why, you involved?" "Well, he wants me to prove he's innocent." "That's asking a lot." "I don't know what to tell you." "He's got a business partner, Carl Blake." "Have you talked to him?" "No, he's away on a hunting trip." "He's due back today." "I'm going to see him tonight." "Still black, isn't it?" "Yeah, still the same." "Thanks, Emma." "Phil, I understand you did some work for Farnon." "Yeah, a few months back." "Another crummy keyhole case." "I hate 'em." "What, what was your reading on Farnon?" "Jealous, very jealous." "Do you think he's capable of murder?" "No way, Joe." "The guy's a pussycat." "What did you come up with on his wife?" "Same thing I told him, nothing." "As far as I could tell, she was completely devoted." "Farnon says that, in the beginning, you led him to believe that his wife might have been having an affair." "Well, I guess I have to plead guilty." "I, uh, I don't follow." "It's been a rough year, Joe." "I needed the money." "I kind of strung him along for a few weeks, until another job turned up." "I didn't feel too bad about it at the time, but..." "Now that he's on the griddle, well, I guess it's a little late to cry about it." "Well, I guess I'll just have to keep digging." "Thanks, Phil." "For what?" "I didn't do a thing." "I'll see you to the door." "You know, Emma, you still make the greatest coffee." "Oh well, yeah, but you always come by for coffee." "Why don't you try coming by for dinner one time?" "I'll do that." "A lot better." "Okay, bye." "Wait here." "Mr. Blake, Mr. Mannix is here." "Mr. Mannix." "Thank you, Mary." "Mr. Blake." "Please excuse me for not shaking hands." "Come in, come in." "Can I fix you a drink?" "No, thank you." "Say, this is quite a collection." "This is only part of it." "There's more in my workshop." "You know, I keep telling myself this is only a hobby." "But, frankly, I think I'm a frustrated gunsmith." "Please sit down." "This model here I rebuilt almost totally." "But for some reason, the locking lugs seem a bit stiff." "But then you're here to talk about Tom." "I'm anxious to help." "Mr. Blake, what was your initial reaction when you heard the news about Mr. Farnon?" "I couldn't believe it." "Do you now?" "No." "No, I don't think Tom is capable of murder." "How long have you known him?" "Hmm, 15 years, at least." "We've been partners for eleven." "I know him, Mr. Mannix." "Mr. Blake, were you aware that Farnon believed his wife was having an affair?" "Yes, we talked about it." "I told him, in my opinion, his suspicions were groundless." "Oh, they had rough spots here and there, but what marriage hasn't?" "'Course being a bachelor, I feel I have every right to judge." "The trouble is, if Farnon's story is true, then his wife was unfaithful and there was another man." "We can't have it both ways." "I'm afraid you're right." "Is Farnon handy with guns?" "Tom?" "Hardly." "I tried for years to get him interested in guns." "I even gave him a hunting rifle as a present." "He gave it back." "Said it made him feel uncomfortable." "Why, he couldn't even shoot a rabbit." "But he did have a .38." "Mannix, duck!" "He's dead." "(CAR ENGINE REVVING)" "Any idea who he was, Joe?" "Never saw him before." "But I do know he's connected to the Farnon case." "How?" "Yellow sports car that tore out of here right after the shooting." "Yellow sports car?" "You remember, Art." "Farnon saw a yellow sports car at the Marina, too." "That wouldn't be the first coincidence I've run into." "There are lots of yellow sports cars around, Joe." "Here it is, Lieutenant." "Oh, here." "That's what went past your ear." "That could have slowed you down some, Joe." "You all right, Mr. Blake?" "You know, a little while ago, you asked me if I thought Tom Farnon was capable of killing." "Suddenly that question applies to me." "I've had an animal in my sights more times than I can remember." "I've pulled the trigger and never thought too much about it." "But tonight I pulled the trigger on a human being and I'm forced to think about it." "You saved my life." "I killed a man, Mr. Mannix." "Yes!" "That's him." "Are you sure?" "That's the man on the boat." "He killed my wife." "Who is he?" "His name is Edward Cole." "Does that sound familiar?" "No." "Ask him the right questions, Lieutenant." "You'll learn I've been telling you the truth." "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Mr. Farnon." "He's dead." "He was shot last night." "He was trying to kill me at the time." "He must have learned that I'd hired you, and was afraid you'd find him and prove that he killed Linda." "He is the man, Lieutenant." "All right." "That'll be all for now, Mr. Farnon." "Ryan." "I believe him, Art." "Look, Joe, nobody saw Cole on the boat." "Farnon could have been running a bluff." "What did he have to lose?" "But he didn't know he was dead." "How do you know that?" "He was in prison." "Joe, the grapevine in there is faster than your morning newspaper." "Roughly four hours." "What?" "Judging by the look in your eyes," "I'd say you had roughly four hours sleep last night." "Thanks, Peggy." "There's just too many questions rattling around." "Such as?" "Yellow sports cars." "Farnon saw one at the Marina." "I saw one last night." "Question: was it the same car, and if so, who was driving it?" "Who are you calling?" "Somebody that might know the answer." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Hello." "Oh, hi, Joe." "Just about to call you." "You made the papers." "You okay?" "Yeah, fine." "This guy Cole who shot at you." "Any idea why?" "Farnon claims he was the one that killed his wife." "No way to prove that now, is there?" "No." "Cole died before anyone could question him." "Say, Phil, did you take any pictures on the Farnon case?" "Yeah, a few." "Why?" "If Cole's face showed up in one of them, or a yellow sports car with a license number, it might be a start." "I'm not sure, but I think the pictures are still in the files." "Mind if I have a look at them?" "Sure thing, Joe." "I'll be in the office around noon." "Thanks again, Phil." "What is it, Phil?" "Huh?" "Well, something's bothering you." "You bother me." "Oh, hello." "Can I help you?" "I'm Joe Mannix." "I was supposed to meet Mr. Rand here." "Oh, yes, he called in earlier and said you were coming." "He's going to be a little late." "Maybe I could help?" "He was supposed to show me some pictures from the Farnon case." "The Farnon case?" "Well, I don't know." "I assure you, it's quite all right Miss..." "Thompson." "Miss Thompson." "But if you'd rather I wait for Mr. Rand." "No." "No, I'm sure there's no problem." "Here we are." "There don't seem to be any pictures." "I'm not sure there ever were any." "Mr. Rand was quite sure there were some." "Is this the only file on the case?" "It's the only one I set up." "And you don't remember putting any pictures in this folder?" "No, I don't, but Mr. Rand might have." "It's hard to say." "But he'll know." "Yeah, sure." "Oh, I've got to go to the post office." "Since Mr. Rand is on his way in, I'm sure it would be all right if I went ahead and left you here." "Would you mind, Mr. Mannix?" "I'll even answer your telephone." "Thank you." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Mr. Rand's office." "Joe?" "Yes." "Hi, Emma." "May I speak to Phil?" "He hasn't come in yet, Emma." "Gee that's funny." "He left over an hour ago." "Said he was going straight to the office." "Oh, he probably had to stop off some place." "His secretary said he was going to be a little late." "His secretary?" "Miss Thompson." "Phil doesn't have a secretary." "Joe?" "Emma, I'll call you right back." "(SCREECHING TIRES)" "Emma, don't go in there." "I want to see him, Joe." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Rand." "What happened, Joe?" "There's nothing we can tell you, Emma, not yet." "You, uh... you mentioned something about a secretary?" "Yeah, she was here when I arrived, going through the files." "She killed him?" "We don't know that, Mrs. Rand." "But if she did, we'll find her." "Ryan, would you take Mrs. Rand home, please?" "Emma, I'll stop by later." "Joe, I think I'd like you to come downtown and help our staff artist make a sketch of your "Miss Thompson."" "That's pretty close." "At least that gives us something to go on." "I don't know." "Any lady clever enough to pull off the performance I saw probably wore a wig, and didn't need glasses." "It's the only lead we've got at the moment." "Well, if you have any luck, Art, let me know, will you?" "Yeah, you bet." "You'll hear from me, Tom." "Mr. Mannix, my lawyer, Alan Preston." "Mr. Preston." "How do you do, Mr. Mannix." "I have every confidence you'll be out of here in a few hours." "Do you believe you can arrange bail, Mr. Preston?" "Oh, I am arranging it, Mr. Mannix." "Since Mr. Farnon's arrest, two men, both principals in the case, have been killed." "In my opinion, the evidence against Mr. Farnon has become increasingly less than compelling." "In light of his position in the community," "I think bail is in order." "It's not uncommon, you know." "Nice to have met you, Mr. Mannix." "Mr. Preston associated with your company?" "He's also my personal attorney." "Has been for years." "Why?" "Oh, I was just wondering." "What's that?" "This is Phil Rand's file on your case." "But the pictures he took are missing." "I think that's why he was killed." "I don't understand." "Phil Rand told me he didn't take any pictures." "What?" "It's the first thing I asked him." "He said no pictures." "You sure?" "Yes." "Joe." "Hello, Emma." "Thanks for coming by, Joe." "I made some coffee." "Come on in." "I put out two cups." "Habit." "Emma... can we talk?" "I think I know how you must feel right now." "What I've got to say isn't easy." "And I wish it could wait." "No, no." "I understand." "There are some questions I've got to ask." "I'm afraid they're going to hurt." "Maybe not as much as you think, Joe. lt's about Phil?" "Yes." "Well... we were married for almost twenty years." "Oh, I know how he was about money, people, conscience." "It didn't stop me from loving him, but I wasn't blind, either." "Just, in the beginning, he had it all going for him." "He really, he really could have been something big, you know." "I know." "It's just that everything had to be his, his own way, a little off center." "Emma, Phil told me that there were pictures on the Farnon case." "And he told Tom Farnon just the opposite." "Were there any pictures?" "Oh, I don't know that, Joe." "I do know, shortly after he started working on the case, he made large deposits in his checking account for $1 ,000, $2,000." "The money just kept coming in, even after he told Mr. Farnon he was dropping the case." "Emma, I think there were pictures, and I think the money and the pictures were connected." "You think Phil was killed because of the pictures?" "It's possible." "Emma, tell me, where would Phil keep something like negatives if he didn't keep them at the office?" "(SIGH)" "Wait a minute." "A couple of weeks ago, yeah, a couple of weeks ago, he asked me for my key to the safety deposit box, said he lost his." "Gosh, I didn't think much about it, but now that you mention it." "Do you think that the negatives might be there?" "I know there's something in that box he didn't want me to see." "Would you mind if I took a look, Emma?" "Well, it might help us to find out who killed Phil." "Lieutenant Malcolm just called." "Farnon's out on bail, and the lieutenant is not too happy about it.." "Find anything?" "Yeah, eight negatives, five prints." "That's a picture of Ed Cole, with Mrs. Farnon." "And a gentleman in a plaid jacket." "So far, faceless." "Mrs. Farnon again." "And the gentleman in the plaid jacket again." "Still faceless." "He really gets around." "Mrs. Farnon's car going somewhere, but no yellow sports car." "You know, this looks like the new Los Cruces development." "Joe, do you think you might find something in the missing prints?" "I don't know." "I'm hoping they'll give us a clear shot of the gentleman in the plaid jacket." "Phil Rand was blackmailing someone." "He probably sent the prints to whoever it was to prove he had the negatives." "Which makes the magic number 3." "Peggy, I'm going to try and find the house in Los Cruces." "You run across the way to Barney." "Have him print up those three negatives." "I'll call you." "Okay, Joe." "(KNOCKING)" "Anybody home?" "(RING)" "Mr. Mannix' office." "Joe, did you find the house?" "Yeah, 1811 Los Cruces Road." "Has Barney printed up those negatives yet?" "He just got back." "He's working on them now." "He said he'd bring them over the moment that they're dry." "Give me the number there." "Got it." "I'll call you right back." "Mr. Mannix, what are you doing here?" "I might ask you the same question." "Tom Farnon called me and asked me to meet him here." "Farnon?" "Did he say why?" "No." "But our company owns this piece of property." "We've been talking about selling it." "Here you are, Peggy." "Thanks, Barney." "Is there a shot of a man in a plaid jacket?" "Three, all in sharp focus." "Tom should have been here by now." "(PHONE RINGS)" "That's probably my secretary." "Don't answer that, Mannix!" "(PHONE RINGS)" "All right, Mannix, Turn around." "And slowly take your gun out with your left hand, place it on the table." "Easy." "All right, now step aside." "Okay, I'll take those pictures." "What pictures?" "I followed you from Rand's apartment." "You went to a bank, opened his safety deposit box." "Oh, those pictures." "Well, after the bank, didn't you follow me back to my office?" "I did." "That's where they are." "I don't think you could have found this house without them." "Now, unless you'd care to die for them..." "Where are the other negatives?" "Oh, you mean the ones showing you as Mrs. Farnon's companion?" "Where are they?" "My secretary was having them printed up, and then she was going to deliver them to the police." "You should have let me answer the phone." "Well, you call her back." "I'm afraid it's too late." "You'd better hope that it isn't." "Now, Mannix, you call her and you tell her to bring the film here, prints and negatives." "Margaret will have gone by now." "She answers to Peggy, and if you try anything like that, you'll never get to finish the call." "Make it sound good." "Hello." "Peggy?" "Joe, I just tried to call you." "I was outside." "Photos back from Barney's yet?" "Yes, just came in." "Very clear shots of the man in the plaid jacket." "Shall I call Lieutenant Malcolm?" "No, no, not yet." "I've got a few things I want to clear up first." "Bring the pictures here, Peggy." "1811 Los Cruces Road." "It's important." "Whatever you say, Joe." "Prints and negatives, Peggy." "Prints and negatives." "All four." "Right." "I'll get there as fast as I can." "Well, Mannix, you bought yourself some time." "And what have you bought, Blake?" "It must be something big." "Big enough." "Three quarters of a million out of company funds." "It must have taken quite a bit of juggling." "I had help from another insider." "Mrs. Farnon." "She was a very bright woman." "She took an active interest in the business, particularly the financial statement." "She became suspicious." "Fortunately, she was attracted to me, and she was vulnerable." "And you led her on." "She fell quite hard." "Ordinarily I wouldn't have minded." "But, well, let's say I was committed to someone else." "The "brunette" in Phil Rand's office." "Her name is Ellen Jeffers, and actually she's a blonde." "And drives a yellow sports car." "I bought it for her." "With the promise of a lot more to come?" "You seem to have added things up very well, Mannix." "I suppose you're putting the rest of it in order, too." "I think so." "Cole was someone you hired." "He was playing a part, to bait Tom Farnon to the boat that day." "Yes." "Mrs. Farnon knew that Tom was listening in on her phone calls." "When she made the rendezvous with Cole, she knew that Tom would rush down to the marina at the appointed hour." "I take it Mrs. Farnon knew nothing about the larger plan." "Well, she thought the plan was that Tom would be blown up in the explosion." "She didn't know that she was arranging her own death, of course and that Tom would be blamed for it." "Two birds with one bomb." "It would have been tidy." "And the night Cole came to kill me, he was still on your payroll." "He had no idea you intended to kill him and make it look as if you'd saved my life." "It would have worked, too, except for one hitch." "Phil Rand." "Yeah, Mrs. Farnon was paying him off to keep quiet about us." "And I didn't find out about it until later." "You found out about it when Rand tried to blackmail you." "I was shocked." "I must admit, I almost panicked." "You killed Rand in his office and then took off fast, while your blonde friend with the wig stayed behind to search his files for the pictures." "I'll let you ask her about that." "Come in, Ellen, Tom." "Mr. Mannix, I thought you'd be out" "Working on the case?" "I was, Mr. Farnon." "The job is over now." "Carl, what are you doing?" "What is this?" "Why, Ellen, didn't you explain to Tom why I wanted you to drive him out here?" "All I said was that you insisted he take another look at the property." "That it was personal." "That's right, Tom." "Some of your wife's things are still in one of the closets." "Linda's things!" "What are you talking about?" "Linda's never been here." "Oh, but she has, Tom." "On so many Tuesday and Friday afternoons." "It's so private here, so isolated." "You, you were the one she was seeing." "Watch it, Mr. Mannix!" "I'm very good with this." "I was taught by an expert." "All right, let's everyone get comfortable." "There's going to be a slight delay while Mr. Mannix' secretary drives out with the film." "You're not really going to kill us here." "It wouldn't be very smart." "No problem, Ellen and I need only a few hours to get out of the country." "We're all packed, and by the time the police find you and your secretary dead from this unregistered .38, and Farnon dead with a bullet from your gun..." "Well, by the time they figure out what questions to ask, and whom to ask them of, we'll be safely out of reach." "You have a very efficient secretary, Mr. Mannix." "She follows orders perfectly." "Too bad you won't have a chance to give her a raise." "Relax, Mannix." "(KNOCKING)" "Peggy, Run!" "All right, now, I'll take those pictures." "Now, please!" "Well, Thank you." "You've been very helpful." "You all right?" "Let's go!" "(SIRENS)" "Hold it!" "Take him." "What did you do, stop off for coffee, Art?" "Give us credit, Joe." "We figured you'd have a better chance if Blake thought it was working and Peggy got him outside." "For a while, I thought you'd missed my signal." "With all that three-and-four mumbo jumbo?" "You know, Peggy, you've got a great head for figures." "I've had better compliments." "But I'll settle for that."