06x02 - Cry Silence

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I shouldn't have stayed so long.

Why not?

You didn't think I'd expect
a fast hello, did you?

Come on, I know
how busy you are, Frank.

Jim, you know, you've been
giving me a lot of words,

but the truth is,
and we both know it,

that you haven't wanted
to see me

any more than you want
to see the other guys.

Ah, well.

It's odd, isn't it?

Whole time I was a priest,

the idea was to keep the outside
world at arm's length and...

now it's just the opposite.

I gotta make
a clean break, Frank,

or I'm just wasting my time.

Not as simple as just turning
that collar around, is it?

No, it isn't.

Jim, I've known you
a long, long time,

and there's something
going on in your mind,

something very specific.

You're in
the right business, Frank.

Did anybody ever tell you that?

Well, I should have pushed you.

I didn't think
you'd need an invitation.

Yeah, well...

I'll tell you what--

If I find I can't work it out,

I'll come running.

I'm here.

Anytime you're ready.

Thanks, buddy.

Welcome to the world.

Is that where we are?

According to
this morning's mail.

Bills.

I thought that would
wake you up.

Good morning.

Morning.

Can I help you?

My name is Conway, James Conway.

I don't have an appointment,
but |-I thought...

Can I tell Mr. Mannix
what it's about?

No.

Uh... I think
I've made a mistake.

Mr. Conway?

Join me for a cup of coffee?

Well, why not?

How do you take it?

Black will be fine.
Peggy?

Please, come in.

Thank you.

Have a chair.

A while back, I read a story in
the paper about a James Conway

that had left the priesthood and
was working with drug addicts.

Are you that James Conway?

That's me.

Well... whatever it is
that brought you here,

I can see that it's difficult
for you to discuss.

Matter of fact,
I shouldn't discuss it at all.

Thank you.

But you're in need
of a private investigator,

or, uh, you wouldn't have
walked through that door.

Someone tried
to k*ll me yesterday.

How?

I was... I was crossing a street
and a car almost hit me.

Are you sure it wasn't just

out of control,
or a drunk driver?

Happened before.

Last week,
and it was the same car.

Mr. Conway, uh...

can you think of a reason why
anyone would want to k*ll you?

Mr. Mannix...

a long time ago, I took a vow

never to repeat anything
I heard in the confessional.

I'm no longer a priest,
but that vow still holds.

I can understand.

Well, then...

you have some idea how I feel

because... I'm...

I'm going to break that vow.

It was Friday night,
about, oh, two months ago.

I was at St. Anne's.

Bless me, Father.

I confess to Almighty God and
you, Father, that I have sinned.

It's been a month
since my last confession.

I... I'm a good man, Father.

I work with the handicapped,
full-time--

Not just an hour here or there--

Full-time,
six, seven days a week.

I-I know what it's like--
see-- their position.

I mean, it could have been me.

It almost was.

I almost went blind.

|-I was wounded.

It was a miracle they saved
any part of my sight.

I'm doing all right now;
you'd be surprised.

But I didn't just forget.

Oh, no, never.

That's why I try and help
the others who weren't as lucky.

And now you are performing
a continuing work of mercy.

That's meaningful, that's good.

But surely that's not
what brought you here tonight.

No.

I---

It's a terrible thing.

I can't sleep anymore.

Tell me.

Maybe it's not as bad
as you think.

Well, well, it's...

There was this woman...

the... the police found.

She was m*rder*d.

They don't know who did it.

Do you know?

Yes.

Oh, God.

God forgive me.

Are you telling me
that you're responsible?

Yes.

lam.

Help me.

I don't know what to do.

Please, help me.

I can't go on much longer.

But I have to go on.

My work.

Al right.

Let's talk about
this thing that happened.

Maybe we can decide
what it is you have to do

that will bring you peace.

What do you mean?

Are you telling me
I should go to the police?

Perhaps doing what is right
will help you to...

I'm not going to the police.
You can't make me!

Please, please listen to me.

Forget I ever came here.
I don't need your kind of help.

Forget it, do you hear me?
Forget it!

It was too late.

He was gone.

And you think he's the man
who's trying to k*ll you?

I don't know.

He might've read
I'd left the church,

assumed my vow
was no longer binding,

thought I'd report
his confession to the police.

What you want me to do, then,
is to protect you.

More important than that--

I want to prevent this man

from having a second m*rder
on his conscience.

Find him.

Tell him there's no need
to k*ll again.

His secret is safe.

Can you do that?

I can try.

But, in the meantime, I'm going
to get you off the streets.

Find a place where this man
won't be able to find you.

Why, of course, Jim.

You can stay
as long as you like,

and we're happy to have you.

Oh, just put it down
anywhere, Charlie.

Right there's fine.

Jonathan, Mr. Mannix is doing me
a favor, a personal favor.

You said he was an investigator.

Is it that sort of something?

Basically it's
a communication problem.

I happen to be
in a better position

to deal with it than he is.

Oh, fine.

That's all I had to hear.

Jim and |, we go back
a long way, you know.

We made history together,
right here.

We showed them
that a Scotch Baptist

and an Irish Catholic
could both stroke the same w*r.

Didn't we, Jim?

That we did, Jonathan.

And before it was fashionable.

Well, you find yourself a locker

and get changed
out of those fancy clothes.

You're here to work, you know.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks, Joe.

Mr. Mannix, I would not
think of prying,

but that's
a grand fellow there, that.

Is this business serious?

Could be, Mr. Moresby.

Then how can I help?

See that he stays inside,

and generally
keep an eye out for him.

Oh, and if anybody
shows up asking questions,

give me a call, will you?

Aye. I'll do that.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Thanks, Vivian.

That should cover it.

Well... we have any idea
as to what organizations

he might have been working for?

We've got a lot of choices, Joe.

There are nearly agencies

dealing with physical handicaps
of all kinds.

Oh, boy.

Look, suppose we eliminate
all except the ones

that deal with visual handicaps.

That brings it down
to an even dozen.

Those are the ones
that I checked.

Hmm.

Better get out your old
army boots on this one.

You got a lot
foot slogging to do.

Mm.

Wait a minute, what'd you say?

You've got a big job
ahead of you.

It's going to wear out
a lot of shoe leather.

No, you said I better
get out my old army boots.

Just a figure of speech.

Peggy, the man that confessed to
Jim Conway said he was wounded.

Now, most people would've said
hurt or injured.

He said wounded.

You mean, maybe he got
his handicap in a w*r?

Exactly.

Now, you wouldn't happen to know

if any of these organizations
cater primarily to veterans?

There are four, I think.
Here, let me see.

Well, maybe there's one there

that, uh, deals specifically
with sight handicaps.

Oh, here it is.

Sightseers Society.

Excuse me.

I'd like to see
Mr. Welch, if I may?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mister...

Mannix.

Mr. Mannix.

He's very busy.

I'm afraid
today is not the best day.

Well, it's, uh,
really very important.

I'm try.

Mr. Mannix?

Come in.

Thank you.

Mr. Welch.

Mr. Mannix.

Won't you sit down, please?

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I'd like
to get a message to a man.

I think you can help.

Oh? Who's this man?

A m*rder*r.

Well, I suggest you take
your problems

to the police, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I've been asked
not to do that.

You see, this man confessed
his crime to a priest.

The priest is sworn to silence.

Well, I'm afraid
I don't get the connection.

Well, the priest has since left
the church,

and his life has been
threatened.

The m*rder*r seems to think

that his secret isn't safe
anymore, but it is.

I still don't understand how the
Sightseers Society is involved.

The man I'm looking for has a
service-connected eye injury.

That would apply
to thousands of veterans.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Take myself for instance--
I lost an eye in Korea.

It so happens, Mr. Welch,

I've narrowed it down to someone
in your organization.

I only want to assure this man

that his secret is still safe.

Yes, I appreciate that would be
of interest to him,

if you found him.

I hope I have found him.

Then... you think
you know who he is.

All that's necessary is to make
sure he gets the message,

wouldn't you say, Mr. Welch?

You really wouldn't expect him
to confess...

if you confronted him?

No.

No, I wouldn't expect that.

Thank you, Mr. Welch...

for your time.

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Peggy, get me Art Malcolm.

Something wrong, Joe?

Yeah, I was set up on
a street downtown.

Some joker in a plumbing truck
ran me up a fence

and took a sh*t at me.

Maybe he's the guy
you've been looking for.

Uh, I don't know.

Everything else points

to the head of the Sightseer
Society, Ira Welch.

Lieutenant Malcolm, please.

Were you set up
after you left Welch?

Yeah, and somebody punctured my
gas t*nk while I was seeing him.

Maybe Welch and the plumber are
in this together.

I think so,
but the question is how.

Welch had no way of knowing

I was gonna drop in
on him today.

Mm.

Suppose Welch knew that Jim
Conway came to talk to you,

and told the plumber to keep
an eye on you, just in case.

Yes, is he in?

Mr. Mannix calling.

And then, when you did show up
at the Society...

Mr. Plumber already had
his instructions.

Yeah, well, I don't know.

Right now, I'm working on
another theory.

Besides, I don't see Welch
as being that calculating.

He's a very disturbed man--
Oh, Art.

Yeah, I need a favor.

Can you give me list
of all of the unsolved murders

during the past six months,
where a woman was the victim?

Local, I'd say.

Females only.

I'm sorry, Art.

I can't tell you right now.

Yeah, thanks, I'd appreciate it.

Joe, you didn't even tell him
someone took a sh*t at you.

Well, maybe I will
when he gets here.

He smelled something.

He's gonna deliver
the list himself.

I'm gonna get cleaned up;
I'll be right down.

Okay.

Package for Mr. Mannix.

This is the place.

Sign here, please.

There you are.
Thank you.

Have a nice day.
Okay.

Joe!

Yeah?

Did I forget your birthday?

What?

A package just came for you.

It's pretty fancy.

Where's it from?

Doesn't say.

Maybe a secret admirer.

No card?

Mm-mm.

Who delivered it?

A delivery man, who else?

What'd he look like?

A delivery man.

What is it?

Get out of here, Peggy.
What?

Go on, move!
Get out of here!

Get outside!
Yell your head off!

Get everybody out of this
building-- both sides!

Joe, what about you?
Will you move?

Quick, before this
thing goes off!

Everybody out of the
building! There's a b*mb!

Hurry, please.
Clear the area!

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You have no idea
who the man was?

I told you, Art,
I was upstairs.

Peggy?

Looked like
a delivery man to me.

It's on its way to the lab,
Lieutenant.

You were lucky.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Yeah, thanks, fellas.

Your do-it-yourself routine
doesn't impress me, Joe.

That thing could have
blown you sky-high.

Yeah, or it could have blown all
the people around here sky-high.

I couldn't take that chance.

Oh, Art, uh...
did you bring me that list?

Oh...

What case
are you working on, Joe?

What does it have to do with
that present you just got?

Hmm.
What have you found?

One of these m*rder*d women

worked for
the Sightseers Society.

Yeah, Lucy Tilden. Age .

Single, pretty.

I handled that investigation.

Fill me in, will you, Art?

She was sh*t with a .
October three.

Her body was dumped
at a construction site

outside of Newhall.

No marks of a struggle,
no trace of a w*apon.

Not much to go on.

Your case involves
the Sightseers, huh?

It could.

We checked Ira Welch out
at the time.

What'd you come up with?

A motive.

He had an affair going
with the victim,

but he also had a wife.

Oh?

And what did that lead to?

Nowhere.

Welch was in Seattle the night
of the m*rder.

people with him,
all the time, at a conference.

So, uh... he's off the hook.

Well, he's off the map,
let's put it that way.

These are good, try one.

That about takes care
of what I know.

Now it's your turn.

I don't know that much, Art.

Come on, Joe,
what do you want from me?

Keep the faith, Art.

That's what it's all about.

Mrs. Welch?
Yes.

My name is Joe Mannix.

Is Mr. Welch in?

He's upstairs resting.

But I'd like to talk
to you, Mr. Mannix.

Please.

In this room.

Mr. Mannix, my husband
tells me you visited him.

I believe you
discussed Lucy Tilden.

Not specifically.

Frankly, Mr. Mannix,

I think any reference to
that subject this time

is very unfair to my husband.

He was cleared by the police
two months ago.

That should have ended it all.

Mrs. Welch, I am not accusing
your husband

of k*lling Lucy Tilden.

I'm certain that it was another
man who pulled the trigger.

Then find that man.

I think your husband
can help me.

How?

I believe he knows
who the man is.

All right, perhaps we can
finish this awful business

once and for all.

Excuse me.

Ira?

Ira.

Oh, my G...!

It's locked!

Ira!

Don't let anybody in that room
till we check it out.

How's Mrs. Welch doing?

Not too well.

The doctor's giving
her a sedative.

Mm.

Joe, this time,
I want some answers.

Okay, Art.

You've been scratching around
looking for something connected

with Lucy Tilden's m*rder.

Now, one of the suspects,

a man you've been curious about,
commits su1c1de.

Do you know why?

I think it was guilt.

Over Lucy Tilden.

He couldn't have
k*lled her, Joe.

He could've hired
somebody to do the job.

Do you think he did?

Somebody tried to k*ll me
when I left Welch's office.

And it wasn't Welch.

The guy happened to miss me,
but he knew his business.

Could that be the man
who brought you the b*mb?

Well, I think he was afraid
Welch might cr*ck

and name him as the contract
professional that k*lled Lucy.

So, he decided to keep you away
from Welch permanently?

Where does your client fit in?

Well, the k*ller knew
that Welch had talked

to my client some time earlier.

He probably felt
he was in jeopardy again.

Did he make a try
for your client, too?

Mm-hmm.

Yep.

Twice.

By now, you must have some
idea what he looks like.

No, I don't, Art.

He's different each time,
disguises himself.

That's pretty fancy, Joe.

Yes, it is.
Particularly the way he does it.

He's good.

I'll bet he's also thorough.

He'll keep gunning
for you and your client,

in which case, it's time
you brought your client

down to my office.

Not until he gives me
the go-ahead, Art.

Joe, you're taking
an awfully big chance

just to protect a confidence.

So is my client--
and he's doing it for free.

It's no good, Charlie.
Come on down.

Can you use some help?

Oh, Mr. Mannix!

Well, I'm not about to say no.
Go to it.

Charlie, would you get
Jim Conway for me?

He's gone.

I saw him leave
a couple of hours ago.

Did he say where he
was going and why?

Didn't say nothing.

Did he get any
phone calls today?

Oh, not a one.

Mr. Mannix, I'm certain
if this was anything

out of the ordinary,
that Jim would've...

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Peggy, any messages?

Joe, I've been trying
to reach you.

And I've been trying
to reach our client.

Something may have
happened to him.

Oh, he's fine.

How do you know?

He's inside.

Been waiting a good hour.

Joe.
Jim, why did you leave?

Something happen at the mission?

Well, not exactly.

There was a new man
at chapel this morning.

Joe, I think
he's the man we want.

What'd he look like?

Typical, like he'd been
through the ringer.

Except for his hands.

I noticed them when I passed out
the prayer books.

His fingernails were clean.

Now, that's unheard of for
a man just in off skid row.

Well, I got a feeling
you cut out just in time.

Well, I didn't leave right away.

I went looking for
him after chapel.

You what?!

I had to talk to the man, tell
him everything was all right.

But he was gone.

Well, he probably came in
to make sure it was you,

and then he took off to set up
the ambush outside,

where he'd have a better chance
of getting away.

Well, he wasn't waiting
when I went out.

That's because you left
before he was ready.

But he was there
when I came out.

I got a hole
in my windshield to prove it.

He's a professional k*ller, Jim.

Ah...

I just didn't have
that impression

when he confessed.

Well, that was somebody else--
a Mr. Welch.

He's not a m*rder*r at all.

But he said he was.
He commissioned the m*rder.

The man he hired was the other
man you saw in church.

The man we both saw today.

Can't we convince Mr. Welch
to call his man off?

He's dead.

He committed su1c1de.

Oh, no.

I should never
have started this.

You didn't start anything.

Telephone, Joe.
Mrs. Welch.

Yeah, thanks.
Oh, Peggy--

As of now,
we're closed for business.

Button up everything.

Don't answer any knocks

and don't answer the telephone.

Jim, you're staying here.

Peggy, get him upstairs and see
that he's comfortable.

Right.

Yes, Mrs. Welch?

Mr. Mannix...

I knew about Ira's
affair with Lucy.

I put it in its place.

I think, perhaps,
if I had been different,

it might not have happened.

But now I have to know
whatever else there is,

'cause I have
to deal with today.

Now, you told me
that you thought

Ira knew who k*lled Lucy.

Please!

Well, |, uh...

I believe your husband hired
the man who did it.

So do I.

It's the only way I can explain
his taking his own life.

And the guilt I saw him
struggling with.

Perhaps it will
also explain this.

I found it behind one
of his books this morning.

Well, these figures have got
to be money.

October rd.

That's the day
Lucy Tilden was k*lled.

$, must have been
the payoff for the k*ller.

What about the others?

Well, they're all
after Lucy's death.

$, first of every month.

Blackmail.

Once your husband opened
the door to the k*ller,

I guess he just couldn't
get it closed again.

Will you, uh... turn this over
to the police?

Yes.

There's one thing
I still don't understand,

why your husband felt it
was necessary to k*ll Lucy,

if you already knew
about the affair.

I didn't know about it then.

Not until after she was gone.

Well...

at least, Mrs. Welch,

however misguided
your husband was,

it's clear that he was...

very concerned
about saving your marriage.

Yes.

Isn't that a marvelous legacy?

Howdy, ma'am.

That door was locked.

That's all right, ma'am.

I... I didn't take it personal.

Uh, Mr. Mannix isn't available.

Oh, I know that, ma'am.

Well, if you'd care
to leave a number,

Mr. Mannix can get
in touch with you.

Oh, don't worry, ma'am.

We'll be in touch.

And I wouldn't go making

any phone calls
on my account, ma'am.

That'd be upsetting to my plan.

Plan?

Yes, ma'am.

Sure would be nice, too,

if you see fit
to go along with it.

What do you want?

Well, there's a fella
used to be a padre.

Name's Conway.

Who?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

See this pretty little hand
of yours, ma'am?

Well, there's about bones
running all through it.

Now, we wouldn't want them all
to get broke, would we?

Don't hurt her.

Well, what do you know?

Regular miracle.

Just don't hurt her.

That's all I ask.

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You all right?

Take it easy.

I'll be all right, Joe.

Come on, sit down.

Okay, now drink that.

That'll get the blood
circulating again.

Thanks, Joe.

Joe, will you explain
something to me?

Come on, drink it--
all of it.

If he were going
to k*ll Jim Conway,

why didn't he k*ll him here?

Well, he probably thought it
was too risky.

Someone would hear the sh*t.

Besides, he wants me, too.

Well, if you're on
his list, too,

why didn't he wait here for you?

'Cause he's a professional,
and he knows I'm one.

He's not about to tackle me
on my turf.

What now, Joe?

You haven't given up
on Jim Conway, have you?

Unless you think he's already...

No, no, no, I don't buy that.

Not as long as our k*ller
still wants me on his hook.

And the fishing goes better
when the bait is live.

Mannix.

Get to see
your client again, Mannix,

if you play my game.

You interested?

Sure. How does it go?

You get in your car, alone.

Santa Monica Freeway
to the coast,

then west
to the Malibu intersection.

Now, drive nicely.

Not too fast, not too slow.

I wouldn't want you
getting any tickets.

Now, how do I know Jim Conway
is still alive?

Say a few words, padre.

Joe, don't come.

He only means to...

Jim?

Hello, Jim?

Joe, he only means
to k*ll both of you.

Peggy, call Art Malcolm.

Tell him I'm going
to bug my car.

Tell him to make sure

and stay well back
and out of sight.

I'm going to use, uh,
frequency five.

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I'm listening.

About a half mile up the road,

you come to Tapia Park.

What have you got for me,
a box lunch?

Pull in and park
in the picnic area.

There's a public
phone booth there.

You wait for my call.

Go ahead.

See that white sedan
over there, to your right?

Yeah.

Walk on over to it,

only don't make any stops
along the way.

For the padre's sake,
you understand.

About ten, seconds,

my trigger finger
starts getting jumpy.

New wavelength, Mannix.

It's real private, now.

Just you and me.

Okay. Now what?

Get in it. Start it up.

And keep that
walkie-talkie open.

What happens to my car?

There's a little character
I know--

Going to jockey it on down
to Newport Beach.

You see, I'm assuming
that you put

one them funny little bugs
in it.

So whoever's back there
plotting you in,

well... he'll just have himself

a pretty little drive
down the coast.

I see you've got it all figured.

I sure do try.

Okay, move it.

In about a half a mile,
you'll come to a hairpin turn.

Take the smallest road
to the top.

Okay, now, here's the rest
of the game plan.

You follow that road
on down to the gate.

I left it open for you,
so come on through.

You mean the radar range?

Yeah, used to be.

Only now it's a place
for you and me to play golf.

Except you're going to need
a great big club.

What about Jim Conway?

He's here.

He's going to watch.

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Come on, padre.
We're going down.

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Hold it right there!

You all right?

Yeah.

He's still alive.

It almost worked.

You got lucky, Mannix.

Take it easy.

We'll get you to a hospital.

No way.

We're going to try.

Skip it, padre.

Wherever I'm going,
I can make it without help.

Everyone can use help.

, Lord, we commend to You
the soul of Your servant,

that having departed
from this world,

he may live with You.

Amen.