"Carrie!" "DiAngelo!" "Lucky I saw her." "She was walking in her sleep." "She could have drowned." "Thank you." "Mannix, would you come to my office, please?" "This is twice the retainer we require." "I'll pay twice the fee you asked." "I expect to get my money's worth, and I want the best." "So you said." "However, this retainer will be applied against our usual fee." "We can't do better than our best, and we don't charge extra for that." "Ah." "Miss Carrie Day." "How do you do, Miss Day?" "Mr. Wickersham speaks highly of you, Mr. Mannix." "Oh." "Miss Day would like us to check out a man named Mike DiAngelo." "Why?" "Is my reason important?" "Well if I, uh, knew what you were looking for," "I might have a better chance of finding it." "Mr. DiAngelo has asked me to marry him." "I want to be sure of his motives." "Oh, well..." "I'm sorry, but I just don't handle that kind of case." "I buy only the best, and I'm paying a double fee for Intertect's best man, and Mr. Wickersham has chosen you." "I'm sorry." "I want to know why you won't work for me." "I demand to know why." "Let's just say, uh, I don't like demands." "Do you want more money, Mr. Mannix?" "On the contrary, Miss Day, my advice is free." "You love the man, trust him." "I'm sure you can afford any amount of money it might cost you." "Now, that was entirely uncalled for, Joe." "You know bet..." "I'm sorry, Miss Day." "I'm sorry." "I..." "I was trying to be like I'd like to be-- firm and strong." "I don't care about the money." "I'd just like not to be hurt." "Is that unreasonable?" "I don't mean to be insulting, but I guess you're not very rich, working here and all." "No insult." "I'm not rich." "If a girl says she loves you, you believe her because you have no reason to believe she's lying." "I want to believe Mike isn't lying because I have a great deal of money." "And I'm not hurting him by trying to be sure." "I don't want to be a suspicious wife with doubts about her husband's motives." "Won't you please help me, Mr. Mannix?" "Miss Day is having a house party." "DiAngelo will be there." "I'm sure you can put up Mr. Mannix for the weekend." "Oh, yes." "Everyone's arriving tonight." "Well, uh..." "I may be a little late, but I'll show." "If anybody asks you, tell them I'm in the insurance business." "Mr. Drake, uh, I have a... an application for an insurance policy on the life of, uh..." "Uh, yes, uh, this is the president of our company with the board members." "Let's see, the life of one..." "Oh, yes, here it is." "Uh..." "Michael DiAngelo." "Yes, now, we'd like to make inquiries about all prospective policy holders." "Why have you come to me, Mr., uh, uh, Mannix?" "Yes, right." "Now, solidity is the lifeblood of life insurance, and... and somehow, that doesn't sound right." "Solidity couldn't, circulate now, could it?" "Well, no matter." "But being a man who deals in finance, Mr. Drake, naturally you'd understand our concern about the financial stability of a potential policy holder." "Now, we understand that you have sold securities to Mr. DiAngelo." "Well, he is a recent client." "We've had a few dealings." "They were all perfectly satisfactory." "Oh, right, right, perfectly satisfactory." "Now then, uh, what is the nature and amounts of Mr. DiAngelo's holdings?" "I-I don't discuss my clients' confidential affairs." "Oh, admirable." "That is admirable, Mr. Drake, and very rare in this day and age." "However, being members of a financial community, we do have a common interest in protecting each other." "No information without DiAngelo's okay." "Well, particularly since we, uh, note here that one Walter Drake is having some difficulty with the SEC over the sale of unregistered securities of questionable value." "I'm sure that I have some other notes here someplace on the sale of those securities." "All right." "DiAngelo purchased $3,000 worth of oil stock from me." "He paid cash to take a flyer in a highly speculative item, which I happened to recommend." "I know nothing else about him." "Well, you've certainly been most helpful, Mr. Drake." "Uh..." "I don't suppose you'd be in the market for some life insurance, would you?" "No." "You playing peekaboo?" "You know, peeking in windows is not very ladylike." "The man I'm after is not a gentleman." "Uh, a-are you sure I can't help you?" "Not unless your name is Mike DiAngelo." "Oh, here he is." "Well, that's a most interesting point of view, and I hope that you can tell me more about it a little later." "Thank you." "You're welcome, sir." "Yeah, that would be a good idea." "Why don't you have some more champagne?" "Excuse me." "Yes." "Thank you." "Who are you?" "My name is Mannix." "Miss Day invited me, but, uh, she'll have to speak for herself." "Miss Day didn't invite me." "Well, that is understandable." "What do you want?" "Mike DiAngelo." "What's the matter?" "What is it, Uncle Rick?" "It is a woman." "A real woman." "Where's Mike?" "I don't know you." "What do you want?" "Mike!" "Gwen, you do turn up in the oddest places." "Did you think that you could brush me off so easily?" "How much are you paying for him?" "I don't know what Mike's price is on the open market." "He never expected money from me." "Who... who is she?" "Carrie, if I hadn't known other women first," "I wouldn't appreciate you so much." "Gwen, don't be tiresome." "Run along home." "What if I don't want to?" "Well, I want you to." "I'll take you to your car." "No!" "Oh!" "I'll take the lady home, Mike." "Come on, sweetheart." "There you go." "Come on, come on, come on." "Not running because of me, are you, Frank?" "I'll be right back, pet." "Now, Carrie, what do you think of DiAngelo and his lady friends?" "Well, I think perhaps you'd better go up to bed." "No..." "No, don't..." "You'll kill... no...." "No..." "No, don't!" "Don't... no..." "Oh!" "No..." "Please go away." "Please." "Don't..." "Carrie!" "What is it, Mannix?" "You all right?" "Come on now, come sit down." "Carrie!" "Carrie!" "What happened?" "No, no, it's all right." "It's all right." "Uh, please, all of you, would you mind going out?" "I think it's better she be alone." "Sure." "You mind?" "What do you think?" "Who knows?" "Hey, what's with the gun?" "He's a private detective." "Carrie, Carrie, give me those." "Please, Uncle Rick..." "Give them to me, Carrie." "Give them..." "I couldn't catch him." "I want Carrie to be alone to rest." "Yeah, in a minute." "Carrie, that man, he did go out the window." "What'd he look like?" "What business is this of yours?" "Go ahead." "I..." "I couldn't see his face very clearly." "It was..." "it was weird, like it came out of my dream." "Where were you when he shot at you?" "In bed." "And the man?" "Right there, where you're standing." "It was horrible!" "This gun has just been fired." "That gun belonged to Carrie's mother." "Haven't seen it in years-- I thought it'd been lost." "Carrie?" "I've never seen that gun before." "There are no bullet holes in the bed or the wall." "Mr. Mannix, I suggest the matter be dropped." "Somebody fired this gun in this room." "I'll call the police." "Oh, no, you won't." "You tell me why I won't." "Because I don't want you to, and because you are employed by Carrie, who certainly doesn't want you to call the police." "No." "No, you mustn't." "Please don't call the police." "All right, no police." "Just to satisfy my curiosity, Mr. Day, why would a man show so little concern when somebody has just been firing a pistol in his niece's room?" "Carrie, dear, try and get some rest." "Would you come with me, please, Mr. Mannix?" "Mr. Mannix." "Carrie fired those shots." "No bullet holes, no chance to miss at that range." "Is there any other explanation?" "There doesn't seem to be at the moment." "But yours doesn't make much sense." "It does if you know Carrie." "Carrie was released recently from a mental hospital." "She spent ten years there." "I'll, uh, get my bag from the room." "You might tell Carrie I just had to take another job." "Mr. Mannix." "Uncle Rick told you about me?" "That doesn't mean I don't need your help." "Carrie, I-I don't know what to say." "I just..." "Will you listen?" "All right." "Until a little while ago..." "I lived at Vespers." "That's a..." "a mental hospital." "I don't remember too much about it." "I guess it wasn't too bad." "But I'm all right now." "Really, I am." "I'm sure." "I was 15 when I went there." "I'm almost 26 now." "In between is empty." "In between is when you should learn what it's like to grow up, have dates, to know if a man kisses you because he loves you." "Do you know of any, uh, school where I can get a cram course in telling a lie from the truth?" "How to read the meaning in somebody's expression?" "No, I don't." "I've met a few men." "They seem very nice." "But I'm frightened." "I'm not so much frightened of... of them as I am of me." "I'm afraid that's one problem I can't help you with, Carrie." "Wait." "You could find out about my friends, and maybe find out about the man who was in my room tonight." "The one with the gun." "Are you sure there was a man in your room tonight, Carrie?" "Very." "You know, dreams can be awfully real at times." "I've lived with them, all the time I was at Vespers." "The dreams were the worst part." "One I had I don't know how often." "Always two figures, standing over a bed, and sometimes I'm in the bed, and s-sometimes it's somebody else." "They're gonna stab..." "but not with a knife." "Like a long needle." "Tonight was horrible." "Horrible as a dream, but real." "It happened, Mr. Mannix." "If I were still sick, would the doctors have let me come home?" "Well, that'll be fine, Mr. Drake." "Drake!" "Oh, may I help you?" "In a moment." "I must say, you get around." "Is this where you get your tips on the market?" "Look, Mannix, I know you're a private detective." "I don't have to tell you anything." "I was just curious to know what you're doing here." "I don't think it's any of your business." "But it just so happens I came to see my wife." "She's a patient here." "She recently developed a heart ailment." "I don't get to see her as often as I'd like." "Now, if you'll excuse me." "This looks like old home week." "Excuse me, didn't I see you at Carrie Day's?" "Oh, yes, you did, Mr. Mannix." "I'm Robert Adams." "Do we chalk up your being here to coincidence, Mr. Adams?" "Dr. Adams-- I'm on staff here." "And, now, what brings you to Vespers?" "Oh, well, I'm here to talk to Carrie's doctor." "Oh." "I'm Carrie's doctor." "Please, uh, sit down, Mr. Mannix." "Carrie tells me she was released because she's no longer sick." "Is that true?" "Even forgetting medical ethics, why should I give you any special information on Carrie's condition?" "Because I'd like to help her." "Hm." "Everybody wants to help everybody." "To hear tell, the world is drowning in goodwill." "I was hired for the job-- I've no ax to grind." "Carrie's money could grind a lot of axes." "For instance, say... a private detective wins a rich girl's gratitude, and she finds she's come to depend on him." "So, he marries her and lives happily on her money ever after." "What a nasty thought." "If I wanted to go that route," "I wouldn't be here asking for your cooperation." "And why not?" "A show of concern for Carrie in all areas." "Dr. Adams." "Right." "You want to help Carrie." "Would you consider having nothing to do with her?" "Is that her doctor's orders?" "No." "No." "No, I used to give orders." "Very frustrating when I couldn't enforce them." "Now I protect my ego by offering only suggestions." "Use your own judgment." "Well, I don't know enough about her to judge intelligently." "Now, let me put it this way." "Someone with a weak ankle favors it, limps." "The weakness hangs on because of over-protection." "Now, Carrie has been emotionally ill." "She tries to run for cover to protect her emotions." "She left Vespers to learn to get along without tranquilizers, barbiturates, without a hospital staff as a crutch." "And without a private detective to lean on." "Ah." "Good-bye, Mr. Mannix." "This is about Miss English in two..." "Uh, Doctor, I have another question." "I'm sorry about this man, Doctor, but he hurried past my desk before I could stop him." "This is Mr. Mannix, Miss Carter." "I gather he often hurries and is difficult to stop." "You had a question?" "Yes." "Uh, isn't there some sort of rule about a psychiatrist socializing with his patient?" "No rule." "Approved procedure requires avoiding nonprofessional relationships while the patient is under treatment." "Anything else?" "No." "If I think of anything, I'll call." "By the way, this is a nice place you have here." "See you." "If that man comes back, I want to know about it." "Yes, Doctor." "Somebody fired those three shots." "Now, it could have been the girl, but then again, there's a chance it wasn't." "A chance." "Lou, she could be in big trouble and need protection." "Anyone shooting at her at that range wouldn't miss, so it had to be blanks." "Now, you're saying someone fired three shots in a deliberate attempt to make that girl appear to be psychotic." "Or trigger a... a relapse and drive her back into a mental institution." "You're building theories on the word of a girl who's admittedly unstable." "Lou, I know it's thin, I know it's improbable, but if I don't believe Carrie, then we walk away and I leave her to..." "Well, I just got the computer report on her chums." "Joe, I'm concerned with her reliability, not her friends." "She's being treated by Dr. Robert Adams." "Now, he's been sued by a patient in Michigan some time ago on malpractice." "Oh, and Walter Drake-- it's just a matter of time before the SEC catches him for selling high-class wallpaper for grade-A bonds." "Oh, and Frank Terrano." "You must remember him from the police blotters." "And good old Uncle Rick." "Now, he should have plenty of money, but somehow he never does." "And Carrie's $10 million must seem very appealing to him." "Oh, now, here's one" " DiAngelo." "Now, there's a crumb." "Yeah." "He's a crumb with a talent for getting women to pay his bills." "Those are the playmates." "The playmates of a girl who's inexperienced and helpless." "So what do we do, just leave her naked in that jungle?" "Hi, Mr. Mannix." "Hello, Carrie." "Oh, by the way," "I've arranged to have a man named Pender here to guard you when I'm not around." "He's on his way over now." "Hmm." "Something wrong?" "Well... it's a little frightening, because it means you think that somebody might hurt me." "Well, I'm delighted, because it means you know I'm not dingy." "Listen, can you spare a moment?" "Well, Mike's waiting for me on the court." "DiAngelo?" "Fine." "You can spare a moment." "Now..." "Uh, you met Dr. Adams at Vespers?" "Mm-hmm." "He's the one who really made me get well." "It was almost like he forced me not to be sick." ":" "I know it sounds funny, but it's true." "He's wonderful, really." "And yet, you're, uh, interested in DiAngelo." "Oh, I like Mike, and I know every patient falls in love with her psychiatrist." "But my doctor says it's all right for every girl to have trouble making up her mind-- for a while." "Yeah, well, I hope that word doesn't get around to some of the girls I know." "Look, uh, you didn't meet DiAngelo at Vespers." "No." "Mr. Terrano brought him here one day." "Mr. Terrano's a friend of Uncle Rick." "He seems very nice." "Well, that's not exactly the word I'd use to describe him." "Hey, Carrie..." "takes two to tennis!" "I'd like to talk to him." "Why don't you tell him you have to powder your nose?" "I'll be right back!" "All right." "Mannix, isn't it?" "That's right." "I've known some private detectives." "All of them seemed as dirty as the business they were in." "I suppose you met them while they were turning over rocks to find gigolos." "Anytime you want to choose me, friend, I'm available." "I'm frightened, but I'll try and hide it." "You make a habit of frightening people?" "Meaning what?" "Carrie." "She could be terrorized right back into Vespers." "Or hadn't you thought of that?" "You're not smart." "Why would I want her declared non compos?" "It would be like taking $10 million out of my pocket." "Well, it's not quite in your pocket." "However, if you made her feel jumpy enough, she could run to you for protection." "Are you hoping to peddle that fairy tale to Carrie?" "Make yourself the white knight who marries the maid with the fat bankbook?" "You know, we could make a deal." "Now, she likes me." "I could bow out." "You're no competition." "She's, uh, pretty shook up about Gwen." "Yesterday's newspaper." "Carrie knows it." "I could tell her there's a new edition to that paper, and that you're an avid reader." "Well, you tell her whatever." "She's in love, and people in love don't listen." "I know about that because I'm in love with her, and I don't hear you." "Tennis, anyone?" "Pardon me." "Uh..." "Can you tell me which is Gwen Rogers' apartment?" "She moved." "Are you sure?" "I should be." "I manage the joint." "Forget it." "I don't want to see it." "I don't want to know how much it is." "I can't help you, and it'll break my heart." "No forwarding address." "Nothing." "Mister, please." "Can you tell me when she moved?" "Hey, you came up with a question I can answer." "Last night." "Late." "Relax." "Nothing to get excited about, Mr. Mannix." "Want to do you a favor." "Get out." "I want to show you something." "Move." "We was getting worried about you." "Show Mr. Mannix what we was getting worried about." "Yeah, I could have blown you right up, Mr. Mannix." "Next time, we might not be around to help, so maybe you better stay away from Gwen Rogers." "Hi." "Are you gonna make it a habit of turning up in my life?" "Oh, well, I'm sorry about last night." "By the way, I'm Mannix." "Yeah." "I know." "Frank in?" "No." "Not now." "Mind if I wait?" "Sure." "Why not?" "Close the door behind you." "You a friend of Frank's?" "I know him." "In other words, it's none of my business." "Okay." "Drink?" "Yeah." "Scotch." "Short water." "I, uh... ran into Mike DiAngelo today." "Oh." "Well, put that to music, and I'll write the rest of the lyrics." "Forget it." "I get a little sloppy at times." "Mike's okay." "You know, he expects to marry Miss Day." "Maybe he's in love." "I mean, men fall in love for many different reasons, and money is as good a reason as any." "He never was in love with me." "Men never are." "Only kids fall in love with toys." "But you fell in love with him." "Oh, I fall." "I fall hard." "Not this." "I mean, I'll stick around for a while, and then I'll move on." "Well, here's to love and the happy couple." "I don't think they'll get married." "Well, I hope not, for her sake." "You know, believe it or not," "I feel sorry for that little dame." "I mean, she's worse off than I am." "Money, looks..." "What does it all mean?" "I mean, if you're living your whole life on the edge of, like, nothing." "You know a lot about her." "Not really." "You know, Frank told me about that place that she was cooped up in." "If I was stuck in a place like that, I'd go out of my mind." "Which is a..." "stupid thing to say, because you don't get there unless something's wrong with you already." "How long have you known Terrano?" "Hmm." "Just since yesterday." "Mannix..." "I won't know him for long." "That must be him." "Hello, Frank." "Good-bye, Mannix." "I thought we'd have a little chat." "Maybe some other time." "Oh, this won't take long." "Go on upstairs." "Make it fast, Mannix." "What's on your mind?" "Your friends delivered your message about staying away from Gwen." "All right, Frank." "Now tell your friends to take a day off." "We told him to stay away from Gwen." "Shut up!" "Get out." "You know, having those guys around you all the time, Frank, doesn't help the element of surprise when they do show." "I told you, upstairs!" "Stay." "Frank and I have no secrets." "Do we, Frank?" "Do what you like." "Now, what did you have going with Rick Day?" "And I'll check any answer you give me." "Why should I tell you anything?" "Because I get very angry when people plant bombs in my car, or jump me." "I've even been known to lose my temper." "Now, we don't want that, do we, Frank?" "Day and me are strictly legal." "How could I think otherwise?" "A factoring operation." "We buy up due bills in the garment industry." "Now, what about DiAngelo?" "He's anybody." "Just a guy." "Ran into him at the races." "Brought him to a party at Day's." "Out of the goodness of your heart?" "Because you didn't want him to be lonely?" "If he marries money, he'll be a guy to know." "You want out, Gwen?" "What are you offering?" "I'll stake you to the price of a hotel room." "No, thanks, Mannix." "Pender!" "Pender, what happened?" "I don't know." "My head!" "I was..." "I was downstairs." "Thought I heard a noise." "Came up here, her bedroom door opened and... next thing I know, I'm waking up." "Carrie!" "Carrie!" "What is it now, Mannix?" "You got a key for this room?" "Isn't Carrie in there?" "Have you got a key!" "?" "No." "Check the front of the house." "Right." "I'll check the rest of the house." "Okay." "Check and see if her prints are on this, huh?" "Want to bet?" "Yeah, and have the lab look for anything unusual about the prints." "Right." "I'll see you later." "Come in." "I've ordered the ambulance." "Get her old room ready, the annex, 116." "She'll be arriving in about a half an hour or so." "Yes." "Thank you." "How is she?" "She took an overdose of tranquilizer." "Why the tree?" "I'll give you a pat answer." "She played up there with an older brother she loved a great deal." "His death first brought on her illness." "This is some kind of regression, I suppose." "Will she come out of it?" "We'll get her back to Vespers and detoxify." "If it was a drug, she'll come home." "If not..." "She, uh, told me about a dream." "Said it occurred pretty often;" "two figures over a bed, about to stab her or someone." "Does that have any significance?" "She mentioned that dream frequently at Vespers." "We tried to find the meaning, but..." "I'm sure it's significant, I just don't know on what level." "They're ready." "Carrie, come on." "Carrie?" "Come, darling." "Help me." "Keep that left up." "Come on." "Keep it up." "Keep it up." "Operations tells me I'm off the case." "You are." "You mind telling me why?" "Client's orders." "You're next, Mr. Wickersham." "Ah!" "I don't believe it." "Look, take the rest of the afternoon off." "Someone pressured her into calling you." "She didn't call." "No, while she's in a mental hospital, her uncle is her legal guardian." "You'd better keep your left up." "And he says, no case, no Mannix, no more." "Look, Rick Day could be the reason she's in Vespers." "Now, the lab checked the fingerprints on that lamp." "She never held it in her hand." "Her hands were placed on that lamp." "Those tranquilizers she took that put her up in that tree could have been given to her in a dozen ways." "Yeah, I wondered about that, too." "Look, I agreed with Day to take you off the case." "I didn't mention to him I was sending Pender out to Vespers to keep an eye on the girl." "So take the rest of the afternoon off." "That bell is giving me a headache." "Yeah, thanks, Lou." "All right." "This is Mannix." "Get me Pender." "He's in car 305." "Pender here." "Yes, Mannix." "I'm..." "Pender?" "Pender!" "Pender!" "Huh?" "You're not allowed..." "Where's the annex?" "Across the lawn." "Why?" "I want to see Miss Day." "I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, but you'll have to wait." "What for?" "Only the doctor in charge can grant permission to see the patients." "Yeah, well, who is the doctor in charge?" "Well, right now, it's Dr. Adams." "Get him for me!" "I can't at the moment, Mr. Mannix." "If you'll wait..." "Look, when you get him, send him over to Miss Day's room." "Where do you think you're going?" "I want to see Carrie." "You can't see her right now." "Why not?" "She's just coming out of it, Mannix." "She needs quiet, no visitors, and that includes you." "Now, look, Adams, she can be in big trouble." "I doubt that." "I'll wait in her room." "Get him!" "Stop him!" "Put him in restraints!" "Thank you." "I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix, but you just can't barge into a hospital and turn it upside down." "I told you, Carrie's in danger." "Carrie is fine." "I just looked in on her." "She's resting quietly." "I'd like to check that out for myself." "You are a detective, not a doctor." "Her rest is very important to her now." "If you can calm down, perhaps you can see her later." "That may be too late!" "Now, she may be just another patient to you, but..." "I love Carrie," "Mr. Mannix." "You and I may know the rule against personal relationships between psychiatrist and patient; it's a good rule." "Unfortunately, it defines behavior, not emotion." "I haven't told her, of course, but I certainly wouldn't let anything happen to her." "It already has!" "Now, somebody wanted her back here in Vespers." "Who?" "!" "I don't know!" "This is ridiculous." "I can't believe Carrie is in any danger here at Vespers at all." "And you've given me no facts to warrant altering my judgment." "I'll be back to release you later." "Adams!" "Well, I, uh, I swore I'd never tell, but, uh..." "What?" "Help!" "Help!" "Please." "She, she was going wild!" "I-I was just trying to restrain her!" "She was trying to kill me." "No." "She's a sick girl." "She's making up a fantasy." "I remember the dream!" "It wasn't a dream, it was real!" "No, no!" "She and Walter Drake, when I was here before, it was dark and it was night." "I heard a noise, and I went to the door." "She's making up stories!" "They were bending over the bed, his wife's bed!" "They had a needle!" "Don't pay any attention to her!" "They were talking about killing her!" "No, don't pay any attention..." "Yes, I heard it, I saw it!" "Where, Carrie, where?" "There, there!" "Mannix!" "Just don't let him get away." "He tried to kill his wife." "And she tried to help him." "He's right." "I saw them." "I think she's a little upset." "Of course, that's understandable." "She expected to get a husband, and she'll get a jail sentence." "All she and Drake had to do was get rid of a inconvenient wife." "Digitalis." "Periodic injections of digitalis building to a lethal dose." "And Carrie saw them." "That's why they tried to drive her back here, so that, uh... no one would believe her in case she did remember the murder attempt." "It wasn't my imagination." "It wasn't a dream." "No dream, no more hospital." "I'm all right, then." "Would you like to go home?" "Yes." "Excuse me." "Oh, Mr. Mannix, thank you." "Uh." "Yes, yes." "Uh, thank you, Mr. Mannix." "That's all right." "I-I was wondering, if you happen to get a moment..."