"♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪" "(LIVELY PARTY CHATTER)" "(CORK POPS)" "(CHEERING)" "Mannix s7e17 A Night Full Of Darkness" "GUEST:" "All right!" "(LAUGHTER)" "All right." "Okay." "Oh, yeah." "(INDISTINCT CHATTER)" "How about the bride and groom?" "Yes!" "Get them a couple of glasses." "Thank you." "There we go." "When do we cut the cake?" "Joe's speech first." "Speech." "A toast to the lieutenant and the beautiful Mrs. Malcolm." "GUESTS:" "Hear!" "Hear!" "Come on, Joe." "What?" "Yeah, Joe, listen, you're best man." "It goes with your job." "Fine, okay, okay." "Toast." "All right." "To Art and Norma, a life sentence of health and happiness." "GUESTS:" "Hear!" "Hear!" "And with no paroles." "(LAUGHTER)" "How about a few words from the groom?" "Oh." "GUESTS:" "Yeah!" "You know how rotten I am at speeches." "Yeah, I've heard you tell a suspect his rights, Art." "You're, you're sensational." "(LAUGHTER)" "That's for sure." "That's right." "Come on." "Well, all right, okay." "Joe, Norma and I want to thank you for this shindig." "My pleasure, Norma." "It was great, really great." "And Peggy, where are you?" "Here I am." "We want to thank you because we know you did all the work." "(LAUGHTER)" "And the rest of you..." "well, thanks for coming." "We, we never could have eaten this whole cake by ourselves." "(LAUGHTER)" "Well, let's cut it." "Let me take some pictures." "Oh, here we go." "Okay, wait." "Hey, look pretty, come on." "Hey." "Hey!" "One more." "Oh!" "(LAUGHTER)" "Hey, come on, this is a lady's job." "I'll help Norma." "I'll buy you a drink, Art." "Come in, get in there, girls." "Pretty picture." "PEGGY (LAUGHS):" "I'll cut, Norma." "DAN:" "Okay." "Enough of the pictures;" "let's have the cake." "PEGGY:" "I'm going to take this out." "NORMA:" "Whoa, there we go." "You think they like her, Joe?" "They like her." "What happened to Bob Naylor?" "Oh, he had to go up to Ventura to question a suspect." "He said he was going to try and get back." "Good." "Cake, darling?" "Oh, yeah." "Art, you have to tell me how you managed to keep Norma a secret." "Oh." "What, with all you vultures around?" "What else?" "(LAUGHTER)" "Norma, you're going to spend the rest of your life with this guy." "Adam and I want to steal you away and tell you the truth about him." "Come on." "No." "Bye." "Good-bye, Art." "Bye-bye, baby." "Hey, how's the new house coming, Art?" "We closed escrow yesterday." "Mm." "As soon as we can, we're going to move in." "You mean after the honeymoon?" "Well, the honeymoon may have to wait a while." "Oh, does Norma know?" "Not yet." "Well, I guess she'll get used to it." "Johnny Sato finally made a mistake." "He talked to the wrong people about a shipment of dope that was coming up from Mexico." "I'm close to having him tied up with a pink ribbon." "Well, that's great, except I don't think that's quite the wedding present Norma had expected." "A piece of cake, Joe?" "Oh, thank you, Armi." "Now, just make sure that he gets to bed early." "NORMA:" "I'm gonna get him to bed as early as I possibly can." "Okay." "What are you gonna name the first one?" "Oh don't talk about that." "I guess we'd better be running along." "Are you about ready, hon?" "Ready." "It was marvelous, Joe." "Thank you, Peggy." "All good things, Norma." "Thank you." "Good night, Dan." "DAN:" "Good night." "Have fun." "Okay." "Be happy." "Good night." "Good night." "Night, Dan." "Excuse me." "NORMA:" "Oh." "Joe, thanks again." "Any time you get married." "Which is gonna be just this once." "Yeah, well, that's what he keeps telling me." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night, Joe." "Well, that's it." "Uh, you should get so lucky." "Oh, I keep trying, Peggy, I do keep trying." "(CHUCKLES)" "♪ ♪" "(TIRES SCREECHING, ENGINE REVVING)" "Norma." "Norma." "Help me, Joe." "Chuck, get an ambulance." "Keep the girls inside." "Right." "Easy, Art." "Come here, let me have a look at you." "Oh, forget about me." "Do something to help Norma." "Art." "Art, I'm sorry." "Oh, no." "(CRYING):" "Oh, God, no!" "DAN:" "Art." "Art, did you see who did it?" "Yeah, I saw the license plate." "777 EHY." "Find him, Dan, find him." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Bob Naylor." "Oh, yes, Commissioner." "Yes, sir, we're using every available man." "Yes, sir, good night." "How's Art?" "Don't know..." "he's still in surgery." "I just came from the morgue." "It's a hell of a way to meet his bride." "Yeah." "Anything on those plates yet?" "No." "DMV's moving as fast as they can." "Well, I'd better get started on my report." "Call me?" "See you." "Mind if I stick around, Bob?" "No, Joe, I know how you feel." "Want a cup of coffee?" "No, thanks." "(SIGHS)" "You know..." "Art and I were patrol car buddies for five years." "When they moved me next door, it was... it was like old times." "Yeah." "Well, we'll get them, Joe." "It's just a question of time." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Naylor." "Yeah?" "Right, thanks." "They just made the plates." "Car checks out to Acme Rental, which is owned by Johnny Sato." "Sato?" "That shouldn't really come as a surprise." "Art's been breathing down his neck for a year, trying to line up a case on him." "If anybody wanted Art out of the way..." "Yeah, I know, but..." "What?" "Sato's a big man in the syndicate." "Picked by the don himself." "Yeah, so?" "If he was going to hit Art, he would have put a contract out on him and he certainly wouldn't have used one of his own cars." "Maybe he didn't figure anybody would still be alive to see the plates." "Are you going to talk to him?" "Yeah." "You want to come along?" "Try and lose me." "Okay." "Somebody shot Art Malcolm and killed his bride." "Unfortunate, but what does that have to do with me?" "One of your cars was identified leaving the scene." "My cars?" "Acme Rental." "We got the license number." "Mr. Grant here handles my business affairs." "Uh, Acme ours, Vic?" "Yes, it is." "Those cars at Acme are parked in an open lot, Lieutenant." "We've had several cases of theft lately, which we reported." "Check your files." "Just who was it saw the car?" "Lieutenant Malcolm." "Malcolm?" "!" "Everybody knows he's been on my back." "He'd try to hang anything he could on me." "Bernie." "(OVER INTERCOM):" "Yes, Mr. Sato." "SATO:" "Cigar." "Now, listen to me, Lieutenant, you tell Malcolm this time he struck out." "Mr. Sato can account for the entire evening." "Okay, let's start with 9:30." "I account to him, Mannix." "You don't even have any right being here." "He's working with us on this case." "MANNIX:" "Hello, Bernie." "You two know each other?" "Mr. Moss and I have met before... dark alley one night." "Uh-huh." "Well, Bernie's through with the rough stuff now that he's working for me." "Right, Bernie?" "That's right, Mr. Sato." "Where were you tonight?" "Right here, waiting for Mr. Sato to come home." "You can check." "Oh, I will." "It's all right, Bernie." "He said you were coming home." "From where?" "Vic and I were at a dinner party at the Beverly Bedford." "A hundred people will tell you we didn't leave before midnight." "And you have no idea who could have been driving the car from Acme Rental?" "How could he?" "I told you, the car was probably stolen." "Look, Lieutenant, there are a lot of clowns around who'd like to see Malcolm burned." "And every one of them's got a match." "Talk to them." "He's lying, Joe." "He killed Norma." "A hundred people saw him at that dinner." "He's alibied." "He may not have pulled the trigger, but he ordered it." "Art, will you take it easy?" "The car came off his own lot." "We checked." "It was reported stolen." "MALCOLM:" "Huh!" "Sure, stolen." "I just can't believe Sato would be that stupid." "Okay." "As soon as I get out of here, I'll take care of him myself." "Art, will you use your head?" "I know it's rough lying here like this." "But everybody is working on it." "We all want to find the man who killed Norma." "Not as much as I do, Joe." "Not nearly as much." "Art..." "I'm sorry, it's time for the lieutenant's medication." "I was just leaving." "I'll see you, Art." "Yeah." "Gonna make you feel much better, Lieutenant." "There we are." "Now, just relax." "(SIGHS)" "That's right." "Relax." "Go to sleep." "(ECHOEY):" "Relax." "(DISTORTED):" "Relax." "Morning, Peggy." "Good morning." "Care for some coffee?" "Please." "Are you early or am I late?" "A little bit of both." "There you are." "Thanks, Joe." "Oh, I heard Art's home." "Yeah, yesterday." "Mm, how's he doing?" "Physically, fine, but..." "Oh, Joe, anybody would be half crazy with what he's been through." "Yeah, he's talking about going after Johnny Sato himself." "What?" "Yeah, and he's not keeping it a secret, either." "I thought Sato's alibi checked out." "Try selling that to Art." "Oh, Joe, he wouldn't do anything foolish?" "He saw Norma killed right before his eyes." "He thinks Johnny Sato's responsible." "How objective do you think he can be?" "Art, can I come in?" "Oh, it's you, Joe." "Oh, you still making the worst coffee this side of the Rockies?" "Yeah, help yourself." "You've been a tough guy to get ahold of the past couple of days." "I've been busy." "I can understand throwing yourself into your work, but 24 hours a day?" "Where I go and what I do with my time is my business!" "Sure, Art." "I'm sorry, Joe." "I didn't mean to blow up that way." "Forget it." "(DOOR OPENS) NAYLOR:" "Art?" "Oh, hi, Joe." "Bob." "There's, uh..." "somebody here to see you." "Who is it?" "Victor Grant, Johnny Sato's lawyer." "He's burning." "Tell him the fire department's in the next block." "Look, you can't keep ducking him." "All right, bring him in." "But leave the door open for fresh air." "Would you like me to leave, Art?" "What for?" "This won't take long." "MALCOLM:" "Okay, Mr. Grant, what can I do for you?" "(SIGHS) You can stop harassing Johnny Sato, Lieutenant." "Get off his back." "Is that an order?" "No, it's an ultimatum, Lieutenant." "He had nothing to do with the shooting the other night." "Now stay away from Johnny Sato or I'll get a court order to keep you away." "You know what, Counselor?" "I don't give a damn what you do." "(DOOR SLAMS)" "Art, you're just asking for trouble." "Now don't you get on me, too;" "I know what I'm doing." "Where you going?" "To work." "(DOOR SLAMS) What's he been up to?" "He's been trailing Sato wherever he goes and making sure that Johnny knows he's there." "I tried talking to him." "A brick wall." "Yeah, I know." "I just ran into it a minute ago." "Thanks, Betty." "It's very important." "So, if you hear from him, please give us a call." "Right." "No word from Art." "And there's no answer at his apartment." "Great." "We'll find him, Joe." "PEGGY:" "Can I help you?" "GRANT:" "Yes, please." "My name is Victor Grant." "I'd like to speak to Mr. Mannix." "Oh, come right in, Mr. Grant." "Thank you." "Have a seat." "What can I do for you?" "It's not for me." "It's for Mr. Sato." "What could I possibly do for him?" "Well... he wants to hire you." "A down payment." "On what?" "He wants you to find out who killed Lieutenant Malcolm's wife." "Is that supposed to make me believe that Johnny doesn't know who did it?" "He doesn't." "Why hire a private detective?" "The police are working on it around the clock." "You were there earlier." "You know Mr. Sato wasn't exactly pleased by the Lieutenant's attitude." "He figures it's worth putting an extra man on the job, just to get it over with." "Mm." "So, just find out who pulled the trigger the other night, and the money's yours." "Tell Johnny I intend to find out." "No charge." "Well, the size of your bank account is up to you, Mr. Mannix." "Right." "What was that all about?" "Johnny Sato wants to hire me to find Norma's killer." "That's pretty far out." "I'm not so sure, Peggy." "You think someone else was responsible for the killing?" "It's possible." "Fact one:" "Art was closing in on Johnny Sato." "If he had actually busted Johnny, the fallout would've splattered all over the don." "So maybe the don ordered the shooting to stop Art." "And used Johnny as the patsy by taking one of his cars." "Nah, I don't buy that." "Johnny was the don's favorite." "He wouldn't have set Johnny up." "He would have just had Art killed." "What's wrong with that theory?" "Fact two:" "Whoever he was, he wasn't hired to hit an innocent bystander." "He was a pro." "A very convenient miss." "Joe, are you saying that Norma was the target all along?" "That's the way it's beginning to add up." "But why?" "Why would anyone want to kill her?" "I don't know, Peggy." "But... what do we really know about her?" "I mean, Art met her a couple of weeks ago." "A whirlwind courtship and suddenly wedding bells." "Who is she?" "(DIALING)" "Lieutenant Naylor, please." "Bob?" "Joe." "You got a minute to talk?" "Yeah, sure, Joe." "Could you possibly run a check for me on Norma?" "Without Art knowing?" "Norma?" "What are you looking for?" "I'm not sure." "Just a hunch." "That was some hunch you had." "What'd you come up with?" "Plenty." "When she married Art, her name was Norma Hayden, right?" "She was booked a year ago in Vegas under the name of Norma Manning." "Booked for what?" "She was Tony Sato's girl." "She was with him when he was picked up on possession." "Tony Sato?" "Johnny's kid brother?" "Norma worked in one of the casinos." "After she got out of the pokey a couple of months ago, she took off." "Split to L.A." "Wonder if Art knew?" "I knew all about it, Joe." "Norma told me the whole story right after we met." "Sorry, Art." "I had to ask." "Norma was clean, Joe." "She didn't know what Tony Sato was up to until he got busted." "Why did she change her name?" "She was afraid somebody would tie her to Tony later on." "She wanted to make a fresh start." "Was that such a bad idea?" "Art, did it ever occur to you that Norma might have been the target that night, not you?" "It did." "That's why I'm sure Johnny Sato did it." "He probably figured she knew something." "Well... marrying a cop..." "It was safer to put her out of the way than to let her talk in her sleep." "From an old friend... let the department handle it, huh?" "I don't want to rush you, Joe, but I've got things to do." "Sure." "Art... if you need somebody to talk to, you know where I am." "Sure, Joe." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Hello." "Yes." "Yes, I understand." "(ENGINE STARTS)" "(ENGINE STARTS)" "♪ ♪" "Excuse me." "Can I help you, sir?" "Yes, that, uh, fellow that just registered... dark hair, mustache?" "Yes?" "Looks like an old friend of mine." "We haven't seen each other in years." "His name was Art Malcolm." "Art Malcolm." "The gentleman's name was Arthur." "A Mr. George Arthur." "Oh." "Thanks a lot." "Sure looked like him." "♪ ♪" "I'll take it." "You could spend over a $1,000, and you wouldn't have a better weapon." "Get anything you're after with that baby." "I hope so." "Uh-huh." "Now, if you'll just fill out this registration form." "It's the law, Mister, um...?" "Arthur." "George Arthur." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Naylor." "MANNIX:" "Hi, Bob." "Joe." "Oh, yeah, Joe." "Hi." "How are you?" "Bob, have you talked to Art in the past hour?" "NAYLOR:" "No." "Why?" "Well, I want to talk to him." "It's important." "Oh, did you try his apartment?" "I checked that." "He isn't there." "Would you put out a call?" "He must be in his car somewhere." "Oh, what is it?" "MANNIX:" "Well, it may be nothing, but I'd just like to make sure." "Look, we all feel for Art." "(PHONE RINGING) Now, if you got something..." "Yeah, hold on, will you, Joe?" "I got another call." "Naylor." "What?" "When?" "Where did it happen?" "Okay, I'm on my way." "Joe, Johnny Sato's dead." "He was killed in his office." "How?" "NAYLOR:" "High-powered rifle from a hotel room across the street." "I'll meet you there." "(SIREN BLARING)" "(SIREN STOPS)" "Which room, Charlie?" "939, sir." "Thanks." "CHARLIE:" "That's right where we found it, Lieutenant." "It's fitted with a four-power scope." "One expended cartridge shell beside it, and one still in the magazine." "That clean?" "Yes, sir." "Who checked into this room?" "It was registered to a George Arthur." "Where's Ives?" "He's taking statements across the way." "Ah." "Vic Grant and Bernie Moss." "They were there when it happened?" "CHARLIE:" "Apparently." "How did you make this room?" "A hotel guest reported hearing the shot, sir." "He see the sniper?" "No, sir." "Anybody see him?" "No, sir." "MANNIX:" "Bob?" "NAYLOR:" "He's all right." "Somebody knew his job." "One shot." "Anyway, it gets Art off the hook." "Room is registered to a George Arthur." "Probably phony." "It was." "Do you know something about this, Joe?" "I know George Arthur." "I saw him register a couple of hours ago." "Well, who is he?" "(SIGHS)" "Art Malcolm." "Joe, you don't really think Art Malcolm did it, do you?" "No, but it's becoming a popular theory." "Joe, he's inside, and he looks terrible." "Anybody see him come in?" "He doesn't think so." "A real mess, huh, Joe?" "I've seen them cleaner." "I didn't kill Johnny Sato." "I may have wanted to, but I didn't do it." "Art, you left a trail a mile wide." "There's enough evidence there to send you up for life." "I just came from Headquarters." "They've got it all!" "You registered at the hotel under the name of George Arthur." "You bought the murder weapon using the same name." "The lab has a make on the fingerprints on the rifle, and they're yours." "It all fits." "This is going to sound crazy, Joe." "I've heard all the evidence against me, but it's like they were talking about somebody else." "I don't remember buying that rifle or checking into that hotel room." "I saw you register." "I said it was going to sound crazy." "I didn't kill Johnny Sato." "Oh, you practically announced to the whole world you were out to get him." "I meant put him behind bars on that drug case." "Okay, okay." "I'm only trying to put it all together, Art, so give me something to go on." "Johnny Sato was killed between 3:00 and 3:15." "Where were you?" "Wish I could tell you." "I suddenly found myself sitting in my car out in the boondocks listening to the radio, hearing I was wanted for murder." "Come on, Art." "Nobody in the world is going to buy that." "It's the truth." "(INTERCOM BUZZING)" "Yeah, Peggy?" "I'll, uh, be right out." "Now, uh, you stay put." "I don't want to involve you, Joe." "I'm going to cut out the back..." "Will you do what I'm telling you for a change?" "!" "Joe." "(SIGHS) How did you know?" "Phone call." "Some citizen spotted him slipping in here." "His picture's been on TV." "Hmm." "Bob..." "Art swears he didn't kill Johnny Sato." "I believe him." "I hope it's true." "But it's my job." "I got to bring him in." "Yeah, I know." "Art..." "I'm sorry." "Goes with the territory." "Ah, come on, Art." "That's not necessary." "You're a cop, aren't you?" "So are you." "Oh, Joe?" "We found a brand-new box of rifle shells with two missing." "Where?" "Art's apartment." "Under some shirts in the dresser." "I don't know anything about it, Joe, I swear." "Art, don't say any more, okay?" "(DOOR CLOSES)" "I guess those shells put the lid on it." "Yeah, there's something phony about this whole setup, Peggy." "Art's a trained police officer, but he leaves a trail even an amateur could follow, including those shells." "But Joe, what does it all mean?" "Oh, I don't know." "(TWO GUNSHOTS)" "(TIRES SQUEALING)" "What happened?" "He jumped me just as I was getting in the car." "I tried for the tires, but he was gone." "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "I, uh..." "I think maybe I pulled something." "Yeah, we'd better get that looked at." "Yeah." "Guess I should have cuffed him, huh, Joe?" "Yeah." "Peggy, I'll get him to the hospital." "I'll check with you." "Yeah." "PEGGY:" "Okay." "MANNIX:" "How is he?" "The lieutenant is just fine." "He'll be right with you." "Thanks, Angie." "I heard about Johnny Sato." "You know, I just can't believe" "Lieutenant Malcolm would have any..." "I know." "Take this, for example." "Do you know what he did?" "He sent a box of chocolates to each one of the nurses who took care of him." "And with all he had on his mind." "Would you like a piece, Joe?" "No, thanks." "Now, a man that thoughtful just couldn't do the things they said he did." "I'll never believe it." "Join the club." "I sent the extra box up to children's ward." "I'm sure he won't mind." "I'm sure." "NAYLOR:" "Hey, Joe." "Everything all right?" "Yeah, nothing broken." "I'm going to have to wear this for a day or so." "Uh-huh." "I'm going to have to make out a report, Joe." "I'll drop you off." "Okay." "Thanks." "Bye." "What is it?" "I'm not sure." "Angie, you said" "Lieutenant Malcolm sent an extra box of chocolates?" "That's right." "Any particular reason?" "Well, he seemed to think a Nurse Carson had taken care of him." "But she hadn't?" "No, we have no Nurse Carson on this station." "Or in the hospital, for that matter." "Do you have a nurse with brown hair, five-six, 25, 30 years of age, wears horn-rimmed glasses?" "With glasses?" "No." "No one like that." "Except I saw her in Art Malcolm's room." "How is that, Joe?" "MANNIX:" "That's it, Chuck." "That's the nurse that gave Art his shot the other day." "Any of you seen her before?" "No, never." "She looks familiar, but..." "I don't know." "Maybe it's the glasses." "Lose them." "Sure thing." "All right, now put some long hair..." "long and light, turned up like this." "Okay." "No, no, no, that's too fancy." "Straight." "How's that?" "All right, Joe, imagine her blonde, and I think we're in business." "Give me Narcotics." "Has Tony Rivera come in yet?" "Let me talk to him." "Tony, Dan Ives." "Can you come up to Bob's office for a minute?" "Good." "Yeah, I know her all right." "Busted her a couple of times." "She had someone with clout behind her." "Kept landing back on the streets." "Who is she?" "Kay Carson." "Worked in one of Johnny Sato's clubs." "Worked?" "She lose her job?" "Worse than that." "Her life." "When?" "Couple of days ago." "O.D.'d" "Someone sold her a packet of pure H." "Probably someone who didn't want her talking about her one-day career as a nurse." "What did she do at the club?" "Wore spangles, looked pretty." "Helped a guy named Wally Wayne." "Was a pretty flashy act." "What kind?" "Hypnosis." "(APPLAUSE) Thank you." "Now, I want you to stay deeply asleep, because I'm going to give you a posthypnotic suggestion." "When I count three, you're going to wake up." "You're going to feel absolutely fine, but you will not think you've been hypnotized." "You will think you are too strong-minded to be hypnotized." "But when I say the word "teapot,"" "you will turn into a teapot." "A teapot has a spout." "And a teapot has a handle." "And a teapot pours tea." "(LIGHT LAUGHTER)" "When I say, "Thank you,"" "you will stop being a teapot." "Now, I count three, you wake up, you feel absolutely fine, but you do not think you've been hypnotized." "One, two, three." "Wake up." "How do you feel?" "Oh, I feel fine." "WAYNE:" "But why aren't you asleep?" "All the other people were asleep." "WOMAN:" "Well, I wasn't hypnotized." "You weren't hypnotized?" "No." "Why not?" "Why, I'm too strong-minded." "I couldn't be hypnotized." "Ah, she's too strong-minded." "You see, that's the trouble, ladies and gentlemen." "All these youngsters, they come on the stage, and they make a fool out of me every performance because I can't hypnotize them." "Teapot." "(LAUGHTER)" "Thank you." "(LAUGHING)" "Just go back to sleep." "(SNAPS FINGERS)" "Because, when I count three, you will wake up, and you will not remember being hypnotized." "One, two, three." "Wake up." "Lovely." "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen." "I'm glad you enjoyed the show." "Okay, so that's how they did it." "Posthypnotic suggestion." "But they couldn't make a man kill." "No, certainly not." "You see, hypnotism is only a person's own imagination." "So you can never get them to do things against their own moral code." "Could, uh, Kay Carson hypnotize people?" "Kay?" "As a matter of fact, she could." "I'd been teaching her." "She was getting very, very good at it." "Poor kid." "Mr. Wayne, it's possible that Kay Carson's death was not accidental." "The news said it was an overdose." "Someone made sure it was an overdose." "You mean they..." "they killed her?" "That's right." "Who was her connection?" "Well, I don't know anything about that sort of thing." "I..." "I do an act." "That's all." "Kay Carson worked for you for two years." "You're bound to know who she went looking for when she ran dry." "You'll keep me out of this?" "As far out as possible." "Well, one of Johnny Sato's boys used to hang around a lot." "I think they called him Bernie Moss." "Posthypnotic suggestion, Peggy." "They programmed Art to do it all." "Rent the hotel room under a phony name, buy the gun, everything." "They knew they couldn't get Art to pull the trigger, so they had one of their own men kill Johnny Sato." "And Art was a perfect patsy." "But, Joe, who'd want to do a thing like that?" "How about Vic Grant?" "Johnny Sato dead, he's top dog." "And in the clear, both with the syndicate and the police." "But why did they kill Norma?" "That's the one part of the puzzle" "I can't get a handle on." "(KNOCK AT DOOR)" "That's the back door." "Yeah." "Would you get it, Peggy?" "(DOOR OPENS, THEN CLOSES)" "MANNIX:" "Nick, did you find Bernie Moss for me?" "That's some job you put me on, Joe." "Whole town's like a hornet's nest." "Wherever you put your face in, you might come out without it." "Okay, Nick." "You get a bonus." "It's a pleasure doing business with you." "Now, where is Bernie?" "When the cops came looking, he dropped out of sight." "But you know me, Joe." "(SMACKS LIPS)" "Thin air's my specialty." "He's holed up in a one-room dump at 120 Peacock Alley." "What do you think you're doing, Mannix?" "Putting the pieces together, Bernie." "I think you got Kay Carson to give Lieutenant Malcolm a shot, then you set him up for Johnny Sato's murder." "You're crazy." "Why would I do that?" "What did Vic Grant promise you?" "A pension when he took over?" "I think you shot Johnny Sato, then you hustled over to his office to be there when the cops arrived." "You try and prove that." "I won't have to prove it, Bernie." "I'm going to let the don prove it for me." "What?" "Yeah." "If Vic Grant was trying to move up, and you were going along for the ride, it'll take the don about 20 minutes to find out." "Now, where are you going to hide from the don, Bernie?" "I suggest you find yourself a whale's stomach." "Mannix." "Why was the girl killed, Bernie?" "Who did it?" "I don't know." "I swear, I don't know." "Okay, Bernie." "Where's Art Malcolm?" "(RINGING)" "Naylor." "Bob, listen... they're holding Art Malcolm prisoner." "The old Thomas Refinery near the harbor." "Get some men over there right away." "Prisoner?" "What for, Joe?" "Till they could arrange an accident." "Tell Dan Ives, and get going." "On my way." "(WATER RUNNING)" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "Freeze!" "Anybody else here?" "Untie him." "Joe, I don't even know how I got here." "One of those shots you got in the hospital really put you under..." "you were hypnotized." "You didn't come alone, did you?" "Now, relax, Art, will you?" "I brought backup muscle." "Right here, Joe." "Don't move." "Get his gun." "Bob, what's going on?" "I think it's his way of telling us he's the missing piece to the puzzle." "That he killed Norma." "You didn't even know her." "Yeah, but she knew me." "She saw me once in Vegas when I went up to see Tony Sato." "She walked in by accident." "Art... you know the organization." "I've been their man for years." "Art, you got to try to understand." "If she'd recognized me, said anything," "I'd have been dead." "You made a trade with Vic Grant, right, Bob?" "He gave you one of Johnny Sato's cars the night you killed Norma." "That set Art up for Johnny Sato's murder." "It was no trade." "Grant had me forced to the wall." "I had to do what he said." "Art..." "I was in so deep, all I could do was try to keep on breathing." "Well, it's all over now, Bob." "I had a hunch Art got away from you a little too easily, so after I called you, I called Dan Ives." "I told him to bring the troops if you didn't." "They should be right behind me." "Easy." "(GUN FIRES, BULLET RICOCHETS)" "Get him up there and stay out of sight." "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "(RAPID FOOTSTEPS)" "(GUN FIRES, BULLET RICOCHETS)" "Crane?" "♪ ♪" "There's nobody coming, is there, Joe?" "You didn't suspect him for a minute." "He was a friend."