"♪ (JAZZ) ♪" "(MUSIC STOPS)" "KBEX Morning Beat time is eleven minutes before 9:00." "Time to go to the air now with Pete Panelli in Airview 2." "Come in, Pete." "Yeah, Frank, we just left the West Los Angeles area." "Traffic on the Hollywood Freeway is still moving along quite well in both directions." "Down below us now, we're above the interchange at the San Diego and Santa Monica Freeway." "The earlier slowdown is all cleared up now." "I'd say we've got a winner." "There are no accidents, no sig-alerts in effect, no major tie-ups." "For a Monday, it's looking great." "Airview 2 is clear." "Thanks, Pete, for that live report." "The temperature outside the studio is a sunny 67 degrees, and we'll get back to our records in just a moment, but first a word from our sponsor." "Hey, Pete." "How's the sunbathing scene?" "Any action?" "I'm sorry, I'm unable to read you." "Listen, you high-rise Peeping Tom, a dollar says you're eyeballing a rooftop right now." "Hey, listen, I understand they have a jackknifed truck up there at Cabrillo Beach." "I want to run up and take a look." "I'm about halfway to the county line right now." "Okay, baby, I gotta go." "Hey, listen, I tee off with Joe Mannix about 11:00." "Try and make it." "Will do." "Real fine." "Airview 2 is clear." "You need any help down there?" "I say, do you need any help down there?" "Do you want me to" "♪ (THEME) ♪" "Mannix s4e10 To Cage A Sea Gull" "Yes, Mr. Perram, I'll tell him as soon as he get back from court." "(WHISPERS) Sign these." "What time?" "Oh, I'd say about 5:00, Mr. Perram." "Yes, Mr. Perram." "Goodbye." "Peggy, take the rest of the day off." "Thanks." "Oh, and sign this one." "Who've you got lined up for your pigeon?" "My pigeon for the day is the Lone Eagle of the Freeways." "Pete Panelli?" "None other." "Tell Pete I said hi." "I'll do that, just as he starts his downswing." "See you tomorrow." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Mr. Mannix' office." "Oh, hi, Frank." "Well, for you we'll make an exception." "Frank Binns of the radio station." "Oh." "Hey, Frank, you going to join us today?" "What?" "When?" "Any idea how it happened?" "I uh..." "I don't know what to say, Frank." "I mean..." "Pete and his chopper... they just..." "sort of helped get my day started." "Without him, it" "Yeah." "Yeah, Frank, I'll be there." "Joe?" "You understand, gentlemen, that anything we say at this point comes under the heading of speculation, and we won't be able to give you an official FAA readout until we've had a chance to reassemble the helicopter at the lab" "and make an analysis." "(DOOR OPENS)" "Joe." "All right." "Peter Panelli was reputed to be a highly skilled chopper pilot." "So for now, we presume he was the victim of mechanical failure." "All right." "From preliminary data, we can estimate altitude prior to the plunge." "Here." "Notice the frame of the aircraft." "Now, abstracting from what the fire did, we can see that purely structural damage was slight.. relatively slight." "Equivalent to what would have resulted from a free fall of not much more than a hundred feet." "All right." "The aircraft came to rest here, some 70 feet below the ridgeline." "Now that puts Panelli's altitude over terrain prior to the plunge-- less than 50 feet." "We think what happened was this" "Panelli was cruising at customary altitude when he detected a malfunction." "He came low with the idea of setting down." "Believing that the problem had corrected itself, he started back up." "And suddenly he lost everything." "All right, that's it, gentlemen." "We'll contact you as soon as we have something definite." "Inspector Hartigan." "What brings you out, Joe?" "Don't tell me you've joined the working press." "No." "I could use a little of their detachment right about now." "Then you knew Panelli." "He taught me to fly choppers." "I taught him to play golf." "We had a game lined up today." "Inspector, what you said about Pete's sensing a malfunction, then thinking it was solved..." "What about it?" "He used to tell me over and over again" "Don't ever second-guess trouble until you get out of that bubble." "If he suspected a malfunction, he would have set that chopper down." "He wouldn't try to take it back up." "But he did." "The controls were locked in "lift" position." "Then the malfunction must have happened after he came down and started back up." "Why?" "What would have brought him down?" "Maybe something he saw." "It's the boondocks, Joe." "There's nothing out there." "I don't know." "I never knew him to goof." "He just didn't." "He was too good." "When the engine quits in one of those birds, Joe, nobody's too good." "Not even Pete Panelli." "Well, Inspector, I'd still like to keep the books open." "♪ (EASY LISTENING TUNE ENDING)" "KBEX Morning Beat time is 8:15." "Hey, you folks out in West Valley there, out beyond Woodland Hills." "Remember, if you saw our helicopter come down yesterday morning about ten minutes of 9 in the vicinity north of Mulholland, give us a call." "Let us hear about it." "There's money in it." "In case you've just tuned in, the reward is getting fatter." "The first hundred dollars put up by a... private party has been matched by the staff here at KBEX, and the management has offered an additional hundred." "So our phone number is 462-0799." "If you know anything about it, pick up the phone and call us." "Frank, anything yet?" "No, a couple of flying saucer reports, some gal out in Topanga Canyon at a nudist camp." "Are you ready for this?" "She saw three choppers flying low yesterday." "But Pete's chopper wasn't one of them." "Anything else?" "Oh, just some guy who said he was too busy to talk on the phone, but if you wanted to go out there, he'd see you." "Hey, I'll take that one." "You really going to go out there, Joe?" "He seemed like kind of a nut to me." "Oh, it's just a hunch." "But anybody that's too busy to talk on the telephone might have had time to keep his eyes open." "Thanks for the rule." "You bet." "You'd be from the radio station." "That's right." "And you're Antrim Scott." "I am." "It's me now, and it was me yesterday." "Yesterday morning, I was standing right here feeding the Toms at the exact moment your helicopter was supposed to be crashing over there." "Supposed to be?" "You mean you didn't see it?" "No, no, no." "What I saw was a plane." "I see." "Well, thanks, Mr. Scott." "I'm afraid you're not going to be much help." "Why not?" "All you have to do is find the fellow that flew that plane, and he can give you chapter and verse on your helicopter." "Don't you understand?" "Yeah, well I do now." "Uh, can you give me a description?" "Well, it was loud.. awful loud." "Making a terrible racket." "Hmm." "Can you recall any markings?" "I'm recalling the whole thing, if you'll be kind enough to listen." "Sorry." "It came screaming right above us-- not more than 20, 30 feet high, God save us all!" "My Toms went crazy." "Started thrashing around, flinging themselves against the fence." "You heard that phrase "frightened to death"?" "I sure have." "That's what happened to ten of my best." "You mean, from the noise and the sudden appearance of the plane." "Indeed." "And now, young fella, I'll describe that plane under one condition." "Oh, certainly." "I've got it right here." "Oh, no, no, no." "Keep your money." "But when you nab the fellow that flew that plane, you tell me who he is." "Now you've got to promise." "I sure will." "I'll drag him before a judge-- I'll put such a suit on him." "When I'm through with him, he'll think he's a turkey and a hen at that." "That's fair enough." "What color was the plane?" "White." "Tell me, when this plane flew over, did you happen to notice any numbers or letters under the wings or on the fuselage or tail?" "You're looking at Exhibit A." "That boot is going to court." "Nick, fire off a repeat on that registration request." "Tell the FAA we want that information now, not next week." "Art." "Hello, Joe." "Oh, your turkey rancher knew what he was talking about." "A plane did land?" "On a dirt road.. behind the ridge where Pete crashed." "We're making a moulage of the tire tracks." "Oh, while they were at it, they found these little goodies." "Hmm." "Not exactly what you'd hunt jackrabbits with." "More than twenty of them." "Enough to bring the chopper down." "Pete must have spotted that plane and thought it was in trouble, went down to help, and then saw something he wasn't supposed to see." "Lieutenant, your answer's coming through." "A white twin engine.." "N2773T-- owned by Elman Leasing Company, West Los Angeles, leased for the past week by Jud Gerner." "Berthed in Santa Monica." "Find Gerner." "Have him here when I get back." "Yes, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" "I want your Security people to impound that aircraft." "Meanwhile, I'd like to take a look at it." "Yes, sir." "I'll see where it's parked." "Any problem?" "I'm sorry." "We have a flight plan on this aircraft." "Where to?" "Ensenada, Mexico." "Pilot.." "Jud Gerner." "No passengers." "Call the tower." "If he hasn't taken off, hold him." "Right." "I'm sorry, sir." "He lifted off just as word came through from Operations." "Order him back." "We have no authority to do that, sir." "We need an air violation." "What do you need to talk to him?" "Nothing, sir." "Do it." "I'll put you on the speaker." "November 73 Tango, Santa Monica Tower." "Over." "November 73 tango, Santa Monica Tower." "Over." "This is November 73 Tango." "Over." "November 73 Tango, this is Lieutenant Malcolm, Los Angeles Police Department." "You are instructed to return to this field immediately." "Over" "November 73 Tango, turn around and come back.. that's an order." "I say again that's an order" "November 73 Tango, this is Santa Monica Tower." "Do you read me?" "Failure to reply will be construed as unauthorized flight to avoid arrest." "Let me try." "Gerner, listen, this is Joe Mannix." "I was a personal friend of the chopper pilot who was killed yesterday." "All we're really after is some information." "Uh, we'd just like to know what really happened yesterday morning." "Now, you were there when the chopper went down." "(ENGINE KNOCKING)" "Santa Monica Tower, November 73 Tango." "Santa Monica Tower November 73 Tango." "Come in, November 73 Tango." "Engine stalled." "Unable to draw fuel through line on either tank." "Heading 080 degrees." "November 73 Tango, you are clear on your present heading." "How about Hughes Field?" "You're okay for Hughes Field in Playa Del Rey." "Maintain 080." "He's losing altitude too fast." "He'll never make it in." "Coast Guard Rescue and the Harbormaster." "Airspeed dropping." "May have to ditch." "Gerner." "Gerner, listen to me." "You can't get fuel from either tank." "That ought to tell you something." "You've been sabotaged." "Someone wants you dead." "Gerner think about it." "You've been had." "Can't you see that?" "Gerner Now come on, open up." "Tell us what happened." "What did the chopper see it wasn't supposed to see?" "Gerner!" "Who hired you, Gerner?" "What were you doing there?" "Gerner, who was with you?" "Seagull!" "Seagull!" "(SPLASH, EXPLOSION)" "Thirsty?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "I talked to Art Malcolm's office." "They said you were still at the airport." "Figured you were making progress." "We were, but we missed the plane." "What have you got now?" "A dead pilot." "He went down a couple of hundred yards from the Marina." "Unaccountable accident, I suppose." "Like Pete's." "What's more, he had to know about it." "We were in radio contact right up to the last second." "But did he say anything?" "Yeah." "Seagull." "Seagull?" "Mean anything to you?" "A bird flying around." "Thanks a lot." "Oh, I get what you're driving at." "When you're going to your death, why describe the scenery?" "Hmm." "You try and say something significant." "Any calls?" "Oh, Frank called from KBEX." "The funeral mass for Pete is day after tomorrow at 9 at St. Charles in the Valley." "Said he'd check with you later." "Don't forget to order the flowers, huh?" "Joe, about that pilot saying "seagull,"" "did you hear him correctly?" "I mean, maybe he was saying something else." "Like what?" "Remember last year when I took that course in semantics out at UCLA?" "Now if we really care to stretch, we can go into other languages for phonic equivalents." "Would that be of use?" "It's worth a try, if you have the time, Professor." "Now we can eliminate Swedish straight off." "Their closest equivalent would be cirkel, which, of course, means circle." "In Italian, sicuro, which isn't close at all." "In Spanish, the word siglo, which means century." "And we can skip French." "They have the "seh" sound rather than the "see."" "And Yiddish comes a bit closer." "There's zi, which mean yellow, and zigl, which means seal or mark." "That brings to mind the German word Ziegel, which means brick." "Oh, getting back to Yiddish for a moment," "I almost forgot the word saykhl, which means reason or intellect." "It seems to me that this one had the closest sound." "What did you say it meant?" "Brick." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Excuse me." "A dying man shouting "brick"?" "It's a bit ridiculous, isn't it?" "Yeah." "(Professor) Hello." "No more than seagull." "Yes." "Yes, he is." "Just a moment, please." "It's for you, Mr. Mannix." "Hmm." "Thank you." "Hello." "Right." "Yeah, right." "I'll be there." "It seems they've recovered Gerner's plane, or what's left of it." "How much did he get for his services?" "Two thousand dollars." "Not bad." "Yeah it is, when you're too dead to spend it." "(DOOR OPENS)" "A sample of what we found in both tanks, not to mention the fuel lines." "About a sack and a half." "Popcorn?" "Couldn't have been more effective if it had been a bomb." "The motion of the plane sloshes the fuel around the tank, the popcorn gets wet." "More and more of it settles to the bottom until, finally, it completely clogs the feed lines." "First they blast Pete with a submachine gun, then they stuff Gerner's fuel tanks with popcorn." "Ingenious, aren't they?" "These are quite a bit larger than the usual variety, aren't they?" "That's right." "Standard expansion ratio is 26 to 1." "These are half again as large." "Popcorn." "Almost every independent movie house in the metropolitan area-- including your drive-ins-- it'll be my popcorn you'll buy." "Of course, I have other outlets." "Five-and-dimes, bars, ballparks" "Mr. Slatoff, I'm interested in your new brand that's one-and-a-half times as big." "Oh, my "King-Pop."" "I understand you're the only one that handles that." "I developed it." "But you're out of New York." "You don't mean to tell me you heard about it back there." "When there's a breakthrough of this magnitude, Mr. Slatoff, it's our business to find out about it." "That's amazing." "So far, I've only test-marketed." "Here." "This is the baby." "Top-grade Iowa corn." "Less moisture.. that's the secret." "I expand each kernel 38 times." "I'm revolutionizing the business." "Tell me, have you test-marketed in Santa Monica?" "Heavily." "How heavily?" "Fifty-six spots." "A real good sample." "I'll get you the list." "56." "A sack that big?" "Mister, my customers are only this high!" "Thank you." "Never happen." "People buy this stuff on their way into the theater, not on the way out." "You look beat." "I am beat." "There's got to be a better way to make a living." "Oh, what a day." "Over fifty spots to cover." "What do you do?" "You'd never believe it." "Try me." "You see this?" "I work for the outfit that makes it." "You are looking at "King-Pop."" "Now, my job is to run around town, talking to guys like you to find out how it's going over and if it's going over." "Are you kidding?" "That stuff is terrific." "Our customers love it." "And we love it." "This stuff soaks up so much booze, I serve over a hundred drinks more every shift." "Oh, come on now." "What, are you trying to make me feel good?" "No, I really mean it." "Last week we ordered ten of those big sacks of yours-- you know, that's three-and-a-half pounds each, right?" "Right." "You know how many we got left?" "One." "What are you doing?" "Selling them out the back door?" "Mac, will you listen to me?" "I tell you, our customers love this stuff." "Even though, now that I think of it, there were two sacks that I did sell." "Yeah?" "Who bought them?" "Oh, the little chick works up the block." "She said she needed them for some party or something." "What was I gonna say?" "If a little King-Pop makes the lady happy, you give her a little King-Pop." "Friend, you have said it all." "She have a name?" "Bonnie?" "Mm-hmm." "I just came from your local watering hole." "The bartender sent me." "Oh?" "From his description, you had to represent the ultimate in graphic art." "He was right." "And what do you represent?" "Great Pacific Insurance, which has me running around trying to prevent bellyaches, very bad bellyaches." "How nice of Great Pacific Insurance." "You see, one of our accounts is the manufacturer of snack items." "When his product turns out to be contaminated," "He gets sued, we pay." "Now, uh, getting back to the bar down the street." "Last night you left there with two sacks of popcorn about, uh, so big." "That" "(GASPS)" "That was contaminated?" "It was for Mr. Travers." "He wanted it for his little boy." "Mr. Mannix." "Are you.." "Are you sure?" "I mean, are you positive?" "Come in, Mr. Mannix." "Fine." "No, that's fine." "No, you do exactly as I say." "No, no, not in the trash." "ln the garbage disposal." "Just put it in the garbage disposal and get rid of it." "That's fine." "Okay." "Goodbye, sweetheart." "Oh, Mr. Mannix, I can't tell you how grateful I am you came by." "Thank you." "I did get here in time, then." "Oh, indeed you did in time." "That popcorn was on its way to my son's Cub Scout meeting tonight." "Oh, well, that wouldn't have been very good." "Look, I'd love to do something for you." "Can I buy you a drink or something?" "Oh, no, no, no." "I'm afraid I have too many other stops to make." "Thanks, anyway." "Listen, let me tell you" "I'm so.." "I appreciate it so much-- I'm so very grateful." "Not at all." "Good day." "Good day." "He seemed on the level." "Like I did?" "You.." "You better follow him." "Find out how much he knows." "(Newscaster on TV) Mitzuhito said the commission" "Will seek ways to avoid the violence that has disrupted the campuses of major universities throughout Japan during the past 12 months." "Argentina." "Rumors have apparently been confirmed, and it is now believed that American right-wing fanatic Leonard Brix has been killed in an explosion in the city of Chacabuco, some one hundred miles west of Buenos Aires." "Brix has been in hiding in Argentina ever since his conviction here on possession of an illegal cache of weapons." "During the past eighteen months," "State Department officials have tirelessly sought his extradition, only to be thwarted by red tape and the slow-moving processes of international law." "Brix gained notoriety two years ago as the militant leader of the Party of the Fourth Reich, breakaway faction of the INCAA-- the International New-Nazi Council for an Armed America." "(TV SHUTS OFF) (Professor on phone) Hello." "Hello, Professor Resnick?" "This is Joe Mannix." "Earlier today you mentioned a German word that meant brick." "Ziegel." "Ziegel-- uh, now, what if I wanted the word bricks?" "What would the plural of Ziegel be?" "Ziegel.." "no change at all." "In other words, what sounded like seagull could mean bricks, plural." "If I spell that phonetically, it would be B-R-l-X, right?" "Right." "Like in Leonard Brix?" "But I thought he was killed in Argentina." "No, I'm afraid the news report on his death was greatly exaggerated." "(KNOCK ON DOOR) Thank you very much, Professor." "You've certainly made a believer out of me." "You're welcome, Mr. Mannix." "Hello, Bonnie." "I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix." "Your secretary isn't here." "She had to run an errand." "Please, sit down." "What's the problem?" "Remember that other man in Mr. Travers' office?" "Mr. Olin?" "Yes." "Well, the moment that you left, he got into his car and went after you." "I knew something was going on." "So when he called in later," "I pretended to hang up after I put him through to Mr. Travers, but I didn't." "I listened." "He said that he followed you back here." "He found out that you're not what you claimed." "You're a private detective." "And what was Mr. Travers' reaction?" "He seemed... well, nervous." "And after I read the paper today," "I suddenly thought that Mr. Travers might have had something to do with that plane that crashed-- the one with the popcorn in the fuel tanks." "Is that possible?" "It's possible." "Where does Travers live?" "Way out." "It's a dirt road." "Up behind Woodland Hills, that area?" "Yeah." "You've been there?" "Once." "Do you think you could find your way back?" "You mean... take you there?" "Yes." "But what if he had nothing to do with the plane?" "What if I'm wrong?" "Now, if you thought that, you wouldn't have come here, would you?" "No." "I guess not." "Let's go." "Hold it!" "Move over, sweetie." "Leave her out of this." "She's not involved." "Is that right?" "Drive this car back to his place and park it." "Be sure you wipe away all the fingerprints." "Let's go, Mr. Mannix." "Any problems, Dave?" "No, none whatsoever." "Well done." "Please sit down, Mr. Mannix." "You caused us brief concern." "However, I now consider your presence a timely accommodation." "Shall I call you Brix, or are you still using Ziegel?" "Call me the Phoenix." "You do remember the mythology, don't you?" "How the fabled bennu bird rose from its own ashes?" "That would be in reference to today's news report?" "Came across convincingly, didn't it?" "The world considers me dead." "I notice no one has declared it a day of mourning." "What matters is not sentiment but the creation of myth." "The idea that a man can die in an explosion and, like the Phoenix, rise from the ashes to assume his destiny." "That's the kind of legend that empires are built on." "When I give the signal tomorrow, my shock units will hit a hundred key cities across the nation." "Posing as leftists, they will gun down the police and massacre the civil authorities." "Within a week, anarchy will prevail, the existing order will topple, and" "You and your Fourth Reich will take over." "I know, I know." "It sounds mad, but I'm hardly a fool." "We have prepared with thoroughness, and we've bided our time." "Tomorrow we act, and history repeats." "Just where do I figure into this?" "As our first official enemy of the State, you'll establish our reputation for justice." "Under the circumstances, we'll have to wait till dawn." "Well, that is tradition." "When you're trying to accomplish what we are, tradition is important." "Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Mannix." "Joe." "Joe, guess who's here." "Yeah." "Why don't you answer your phone calls, buddy?" "Joe!" "Joe?" "That's funny." "Well, it's not important." "Just give him the message for me, will you, Peg?" "That he's one of the pallbearers for Pete tomorrow and should be there ten minutes ahead of time." "Right." "You're a doll." "Frank." "Where could he be?" "Well, that is his car out front, isn't it?" "Yes." "Well, then he can't be too far." "Maybe he went for a bite." "He'd take his car." "Well, then, maybe he went for a walk." "No." "Well, now, it is possible." "There's something wrong, Frank." "I felt it earlier, too." "Peggy, will you listen to me?" "His car is still sitting out front, so obviously" "Frank, just in case, check upstairs, huh?" "And I'll check the car." "Frank!" "No, Peg." "Sorry." "He's not here." "I knew it." "I knew it." "What?" "He called Professor Resnick." "So?" "So that means he found out something or was trying to." "Either way, he'd be off and running-- in his car." "All right, Peggy, let's have it." "Have you ever heard of a man named Leonard Brix?" "Yeah." "He just died in Argentina." "No." "He's alive and well in Los Angeles." "Please, Art, just believe us." "We think Brix was smuggled in by plane the other day, up in the Mulholland hills." "And Pete saw him." "That's why Pete was shot." "Where does that leave Joe?" "Brix must have him." "That's the only possibility." "Take this down to Mannix." "Tell him it's a gift from the Fourth Reich." "It should last until dawn." "He's gone!" "Find him!" "Find him!" "Fan out!" "Fan out!" "Find him!" "Find him!" "(FREQUENCY WAVES)" "(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)" "He seems to have disappeared." "All right, keep looking!" "Keep looking!" "(TICKING)" "(GUNSHOT)" "(GUNSHOTS)" "Mighty big of you, Art." "What?" "This private limousine." "We do that for anybody who sends up a flare that size." "Where's that membership list you mentioned?" "There you are." "You did a great job, Joe." "No, no, Pete Panelli did." "Which reminds me, I'm due to say goodbye."