07x18 - Walk a Double Line

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Morning, Doyle.

Morning, Mr. Walker.

Morning, Julia.

Oh, hello, Steve.

Uh, Mr. De Marco's
on a long distance phone call,

but would you like some coffee
while you're waiting?

Fine.
All right.

You take it black, right?

Please.

You must be on cloud nine
about that promotion of yours.

It's not official yet.

Well, do you think he'd ask you
here if it weren't all set?

Well, it is a shame
that you can't take your wife.

The Middle East is not the best
place for a woman these days.

Cathy understands.

Oh, he's off the phone, Steve,
you can go in now.

Good luck.

Mr. Doyle, did my husband
get here yet?

Yes, Mrs. Walker, he just went
into Mr. De Marco's...

Mr. De Marco!

Mr. De Marco!
What happened?

I don't know.

Mr. De Marco!

Come on, open up!

It's me, Doyle!

Locked from the inside.

Mr. De Marco!

Come on, open up!

It's me, Doyle!
Mr. De Marco!

Doyle, don't pound at the door,
kick it in!

Hold it.

Doyle, put the g*n on the desk.

Steve.

All right, get over.

Get over here.

Now back out of my way,
all of you.

Stay put, everybody.

Doyle to Serrano.

Steve Walker just sh*t De Marco.

He's headed for the elevator.

By

by

Oh, I'll be with you
in a moment, Mrs. Walker.

Peggy, get this back
to Art Malcolm, will you?

Hopeless?

Yeah, he's got
a complete package--

Witnesses, ballistics,
you name it.

Well, Joe, will you
at least talk to her?

About what?

Help her over the moment, Joe.

I mean, after all, the man out
there on the run is her husband.

Peggy, anything I could tell her
would only make her feel worse.

I'm sorry.

I suppose that's final?

That's final.

Okay.

Let's get on to
bigger and better things.

Did you forget
that at : today

you have a golf date
with Adam Tobias?

I hadn't forgotten.

I didn't think
for a moment you had.

Have a good game.

Thanks.

And have a nice day.

A warm, lovely, carefree day.

Peggy.

Peggy, why do you do that to me?

I mean, twisting my arm
like that?

I guess there's
a little devil inside of me

that makes me do it, Joe.

All right, send her in.

Oh, thanks, Joe.

Oh, um, should |
call Adam Tobias?

Absolutely not.

You may come in, Mrs. Walker.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Walker,
please sit down.

Mr. Mannix, I know you didn't
want to see me.

I'll only take a minute.

Well, I'm supposed to be in
the business of helping people,

and when I can't see
a way to do that,

I just think it's a waste
of time and money.

But you can help.

I don't know how.

You were there.

Your husband had a g*n
in his hand.

You saw him standing in front
of Victor De Marco's body.

You saw him run.

Yes.

Can you think of a reason

your husband would want
to k*ll De Marco?

No.

You're sure?

Mr. Mannix, my only concern

is what's going to happen now.

The police will k*ll Steve.

He'll force them to.

I know him.

He'd rather die
than let himself be locked up.

What do you think I can do,
Mrs. Walker?

Find him before the police do,
and make him turn himself in.

Well, do you think he'd listen?

He has to.

He's been sh*t,
he needs a doctor.

I don't care what
Steve has done, Mr. Mannix.

I love him.

And I want him alive.

That's the main thing.
That's the only thing.

All right, Mrs. Walker,
I'll see what I can do.

You know that if, uh,
you hear from your husband,

you'll have to notify
the police.

Yes, Lieutenant Malcolm told me.

Did he also tell you
that he'll have no trouble

getting a court order
to put a tap on your phone?

Yes.

Good.

It helps all around
if you stick to the rules.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you for being so helpful,
Mrs. Fair.

That's all right, Mrs. Walker.

Shall I call Adam Tobias

and tell him there's been
a change of plans?

I'm surprised
you haven't already.

Yeah, call him, tell him
the same time tomorrow.

If my twisted arm is well enough
to hold a club.

I don't know what you said
to Cathy Walker,

but you made her
feel better, Joe.

All I told her is I'd try

and talk her husband
into giving himself up.

You don't seem very optimistic.

Well, there's something about
this whole setup I don't like.

What?

She's not telling me
everything she knows.

Do you have a personal interest
in this case, Joe?

Why?

Because as soon as Steve Walker
is picked up,

this case is closed.

We're out and the DA is in,
home free.

Aren't you forgetting
something, Art?

Something you skipped over
in that report?

The motive.

No motive.

Doesn't that bother you?

It did, for a while.

Until I found out
that Steve Walker's career

was going down the drain.

No way, Art.

He was in line for a promotion.

That was the office scuttlebutt.

But I think that Victor De Marco
did what I did:

checked him out.

And found what?

The man they knew as Steve
Walker was born ten years ago.

He started life
as Johnny Wallace.

And wound up in prison?

Yeah, Florida State.

How'd you know that?

Something Cathy Walker said--

Or rather didn't say.

I got the feeling that Steve had
a thing about being locked up.

What was he in for?

Armed robbery.

Couple of punks
knocked over a gas station.

He must have been pretty young.

Nineteen.

Art, kids do dumb things.

This kid was packing a g*n.

You said that, uh, Steve Walker
was born ten years ago.

How come?

Johnny Wallace
went over the wall

with two years left to serve.

So your theory is
that Victor De Marco found out

and was going
to blow the whistle.

Right.

And got sh*t for it.

You said it yourself, Joe,

he didn't want to go
back behind bars.

Mrs. Walker?

Yes.

Telegram.

Thank you.

By

Mrs. Walker?

Yes, hi.

When can I have these?

Tuesday be okay?

Fine.

Two sweaters.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Cathy?

I've been out of my mind.

Are you all right?

Don't worry.

I'm okay.

Now, listen, Cathy...

Steve?

Steve, you've got to
get to a doctor.

No, not now.

But Steve...

Cathy, I told you, it's okay.

I can make it.

But I need cash.

Can you get to the bank?

Yes.

We have about ,
in the checking,

and the savings are...

Now, le-leave the savings.

That's for you.

Just get me the , .

Where do you want me
to bring it?

There's an alley
between Ninth and Coberly

in Palos Verdes,
near where you used to live.

They're tearing down
the whole block.

The third door on the right.

What are you going to do?

I don't know, but I'm not
going back to a cell,

that's for sure.

Steve... you...

Just... come when I signal.

Come alone, just you.

You understand?

What will the signal be?

I'll phone.

Don't answer it.

One ring.

Then I'll call again.

Two rings.

Got it?

Yes.

Cathy...

what happened yesterday--

I know
what it looked like,

but you gotta believe me.

I didn't k*ll De Marco.

What?

I didn't k*ll De Marco.

Then, Steve, stop running.

Give yourself up.

Let the police find out
what really happened.

Steve?

Please...

Steve?

Life goes on as usual, right,
Mrs. Walker?

Hello, Mr. Doyle.

I was just passing by,
and there you were.

Okay if I talk to you
for a moment?

Well, I'm rather in a hurry.

That's real lucky, us bumping
into each other like this.

A pity not to take advantage
of it.

It's about your husband.

I don't want to talk about it.

Yeah, now, I don't blame you.

You know, I can't help worrying
about that poor guy...

you know, running around
with a b*llet in him.

I thought if I knew where he was
holed up, I could help him out.

I don't know where he is.

No, of course you don't.

How could you,
come to think of it?

Now, a guy spends time
in prison-- he's smart...

he knows about phone taps
and all that hugger-mugger...

Mr. Doyle, if you don't mind,
I'd like to go.

I have some important things
I have to do.

Oh, yeah, sure. Me, too.

Oh, talking about phones--
is there one handy around here?

I gotta call my office.

No, I don't know.
Oh.

There's probably one
in the laundry.

I'll try there, I guess.

You're sure you don't know
where Steve is?

I'm quite sure.

Maybe it slipped your mind.

Let me give you a word
of advice, Mrs. Walker.

There are two ways
of remembering.

The easy way doesn't hurt.

Cathy Walker's outside.

She says it's important.

Oh. Show her in.

Miss Walker.

Cathy, sit down.

Thank you.

Now, uh, what's so important?

Mr. Mannix, I know this is going
to be hard to believe,

but Steve says
he didn't k*ll Victor De Marco.

You heard from him.

Yes, and I'm so worried
about him.

He sounded awful.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He said he'd call me back.

Mr. Mannix, I believe him.

I really think
Steve is innocent.

Cathy...

was he innocent
when he was Johnny Wallace

and escaped from prison?

Do the police know?

I'm afraid so.

Then I suppose that finishes it.

He doesn't have a chance,
does he?

They won't believe him.

If Steve didn't k*ll De Marco,
who could have?

I don't know.

Unless...

Unless what?

Well, there's a man who works
for De Marco Industries.

Their security officer,
Matt Doyle.

He was waiting for me today
after I called Steve.

I'm sure he'd been following me.

What did he want?

He wanted me
to take him to Steve.

To help Steve, he said.

But I think
he meant just the opposite.

Oh, what makes you think that?

Well, if Doyle could
lead the police to Steve,

the case would be closed.

Everyone believes
Steve's guilty.

But he isn't, Mr. Mannix.

He wouldn't lie to me.

Not now.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Mr. Doyle.

Yeah?

I understand you bumped into
Cathy Walker outside a laundry.

Yeah.

So what?

So, I suggest you find yourself
another laundry.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have been
in another world.

Well, if everyone there
looks like you,

I wonder if I could have
the address.

That depends on your name
and what you have in mind.

The first part is Mannix
and the second part--

We could maybe kick around
over a cocktail?

Mr. Grant is waiting for you,
Mr. Mannix.

That leaves the second part
unaccounted for.

Well, I'll think about it
while you're in there.

Mm.

Mr. Grant.

Have a seat, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you.

What a chore.

If there's one thing that sends
me up the wall, it's moving.

Even if the move is, uh, up?

Even then.

Frankly, Mr. Mannix, I don't see
what a private investigator

can possibly hope to accomplish
at this point.

I mean, there were
a dozen withesses.

Not exactly, Mr. Grant.

When the sh**ting took place,
the door was closed.

The dozen witnesses were
on the other side.

True.

Though, under the circumstances,

I think you're quibbling.

That's more than I can say
for your security man.

Matt Doyle, you mean?

Mm.

He's trying to run down
Steve Walker on his own.

You sure of that?

Ask him.

Amazing the loyalty
Victor commanded.

Even dead, he's a figure
to reckon with.

Doyle's loyalty seems a bit more
persistent than anyone else's.

Why would that be?

Gratitude, I'd say.

Right or wrong, blind gratitude.

Mike Doyle was an alcoholic.

Victor took him in hand,
dried him out,

got him back
on the straight-and-narrow.

Mind you, it wasn't purely
altruistic on Victor's part.

He wound up
with another employee

who'd gladly march
right into Hell for him.

I suppose, deep down, that was

the sort of total dedication
Victor demanded.

From everyone, Mr. Grant?

I mean, uh...
on the executive level, too?

Some people wear their loyalty
on their sleeves.

Others are less blatant
about it.

I see.

Mr. Grant, there was a picture
in the morning paper

of Steve Walker with a g*n
in his hand

and Victor De Marco dead
behind his desk.

You mean this one?

That's the one.

Who took it?

Our company photographer
d*ck Harley.

A beauty, isn't it?

Good chance it'll make
the cover of Newsworld.

Right in the act.

The m*rder*r,
g*n in hand-- lucky.

And the photographer right
on the spot-- even luckier.

A good photographer's
always where the action is.

You mind
if we talk face to face?

Uh, just a second.

Let me throw these in the hypo.

Okay, come on in.

Mr. Harley.

When you think about it,

luck really doesn't have
that much to do with it.

It's talent.

And I'm good.
Mm.

Well, even good photographers
don't usually end up with jobs

in executive suites, do they?

You got a point.

Okay, so I fell
into a sweet deal.

What kind of photographs
got you the deal?

Mr. Mannix,
I'm only talking to you

because Mr. Grant told me
to cooperate.

Oh, just another
loyal employee, huh?

I learned a long time ago,

in this world, everybody's loyal
to the man who pays the most,

and right now that's Paul Grant.

Mm, you seem to develop
new loyalties

as easily as you develop film.

I was told to talk to you.

I've talked.

I got the feeling you don't
always do what you're told.

Irish coffee?
Yes.

I'll have the same, please.

Certainly, sir.

I hope you didn't mind
that I started without you.

Oh, not at all.

It's just that the office

sort of shakes me up
these days, you know...

Well, that's understandable,
Miss Miller.

I guess you felt the same
loyalty towards Mr. De Marco

as the rest of his staff.

Loyalty?
I didn't know there was any.

And it's, um, Julie.

Mm.

No loyalty?

My information says
that Victor De Marco had an army

that would follow him
down the barrel of a cannon.

It would be nice to think so,
Mr. Mannix.

Joe.

But the truth is everybody hated
Mr. De Marco.

Enough to k*ll him?

He's dead, isn't he?

Thank you.

You know something, Joe?

I can think of a lot more
fascinating subjects

for a man and woman
to talk about

over their first drink together.

Yeah, so can |, but I think

we owe it to the dead
to put them to rest.

After that, the drinks will
taste a lot better.

In some ways, you're very much

like Victor De Marco--
a bulldog.

You get your teeth into a
problem and you don't let go

until you get
what you're after, right?

Julie, was there anyone else
in Mr. De Marco's office

before Steve Walker went in?

No.
Steve was the first appointment.

If I'd only known
what was in his mind.

He acted so normal.

Not like a man
about to k*ll somebody.

Why would he k*ll?

Can you think of any reason?

I'm not the girl to ask.

What girl is?

If you find Steve Walker,
ask him.

Meaning Cathy Walker?

First guess out. You're good.

Cathy Walker
and Victor De Marco?

They were friendly?

That's putting it tactfully.

Well, did she, uh,
visit him at the office?

Well, not the one in
the De Marco Building.

He had another one?

Not exactly.

But he kept a boat
at the marina,

where he conducted
quite a bit of business and...

quite a bit of pleasure,
they say, but...

it could have been
perfectly innocent.

Julie...

it's very important.

Who is it?

Joe Mannix.

Just a minute.

Mr. Mannix.

Is there any news?

No, I'm afraid not, Cathy.

There's something
I have to ask you.

I don't like it,
but I have to have the answer.

Al right.

How well did you know
Victor De Marco?

Hardly at all.

Well enough
to visit him on his boat?

I was on his boat once.

Mr. De Marco phoned me and said
it was important.

Naturally, I assumed it had
to do with Steve.

What was it about?

Me.

He'd seen me visit Steve a
couple of times at the office

and said he wanted
to get to know me better.

"Much better,” he said.

I just looked at him.

He hinted that Steve might find
himself out of a job

unless I was
"a bit more sophisticated.”

That was the way he put it.

He made a quick pass,
put his arms around me...

And what did you do?

Nothing.

I didn't bare my nails
or scream.

I didn't even pretend
to be shocked.

I just stood there.

He got the message.

Mm.

How did he take it?

No fuss.

He even complimented me.

Said he liked my style.

That's all there was to it.

And Steve found out.

Yes.
How?

I don't know.

What did you say to Steve?

I told him
exactly what happened.

He thought there was more to it
than that.

He wouldn't believe me.

Do you have something against
answering the telephone?

It was Steve, wasn't it?

A prearranged signal.

Yes.

Did it mean call him
or go to him?

He wants me
to take him some money.

You know where he is?

Yes.

We'll go together.

Oh, no, please.

I promised Steve.

This is one promise
you'll have to break.

Now, you've gotta
trust me, Cathy.

Wait in the car.
I'll just be a second.

Find yourself a laundry
with a phone.

Then call a tow truck.

Steve?

Hold it.

Cathy, I told you to come alone.

He's here to help you.

That's right, Steve.

Who is he?

Joe Mannix,
a private detective.

I hired him.

You shouldn't have done that.

Oh, Steve.

Look, you're burning up.

You've got to get to a hospital.

N-No hospitals.

There's a phone
in my car, Cathy.

Call an ambulance.

No.

All right, Mannix.

Give me your car keys.

Oh, Steve, don't do this.

You won't make it.

The keys!

Get 'em.

Have you got the money?

Go down and start the car.

Steve...

Do what I tell you.

Now, don't move, Mannix.

And don't try to stop me.

You run now, you're going
to get yourself k*lled, Steve.

I have to run.

I don't have a choice.

What about Cathy?

She thinks you're innocent.

lam.

I didn't k*ll him.

I was framed.

But you went
in there with a g*n.

Just to scare him,

so he'd stay away from Cathy.

You think anybody's
going to believe that?

Try me.

You're wasting
your time, Mannix.

You're a loser, Steve,
even if you get away.

Now just give me couple
of straight answers,

and maybe I can help you.

Now, when you were
in De Marco's outer office

was anyone else there?

No.

Just his secretary.

De Marco got off the phone,
and I went in.

I closed the door,

then everything went black.

I came to, and they
were knocking the door down.

Then all those faces
were staring at me.

I looked over and...

De Marco was dead.

Now, do you see?

There's only one thing
for me to do,

and that's keep running.

Cathy, how is he?

He's still in intensive care,

but the doctor says
that there's no reason to worry.

Good.

So, he'll get well,

and then they'll convict him
of a m*rder he didn't commit.

Not if we can find out
who did k*ll De Marco.

You mean you believe
Steve is innocent?

Unfortunately, there are
a couple of things

I don't understand.

Like what?

Why was Steve so sure that
there was something going on

between you and Victor De Marco?

Someone sent this
to him in the mail.

I take it this was
the "one quick pass,”

taken by an
on-the-spot photographer.

Who was he?
Do you have any idea?

I didn't see anyone else
on the boat.

When did Steve get this?

The morning he went
to see Mr. De Marco

about his promotion.

Some eye-opener.

Suddenly he realized
why he was being shipped

to the Middle East
without his wife.

No way he could miss it.

Then, whoever k*lled De Marco

wanted Steve Walker
to go bananas

and come to De Marco's office
to confront him.

It looks that way.

How'd they know he'd
be carrying a g*n, Joe?

They didn't.

They were probably ready
either way.

If he didn't have a g*n, they
would have planted one on him.

What am I supposed
to be looking for, Mr. Mannix?

That shadow along the edge.

Oh, yes. What caused that?

A tired focal-plane shutter.

Now take a look at this one.

Different day,
different location.

Same shadow.

Same camera.

I'm surprised
you got hold of this.

That's an odd reaction,
Mr. Grant.

A man who's been k*lled

with his arms around the wife
of the supposed k*ller,

and you're only surprised
that I have a print of it.

I happen to have seen it before.

You knew about De Marco
and Cathy Walker?

I bought the negative
of that print from d*ck Harley.

Victor De Marco's orders.

Why?

I'm not sure.

Make a guess.

Maybe he wanted to try to keep
his wife from learning about it.

Mm.

If he ordered you
to pay off Harley,

and you got the negative
in return,

who do you suppose sent a
duplicate print to Steve Walker?

Harley, I suppose.

Maybe he decided to play
both sides of the street?

Mr. Mannix,
what difference does it make?

Unless you really believe
there's a possibility

that Walker didn't do it?

That possibility grows stronger
all the time.

He was caught red-handed.

Maybe somebody painted his hand.

Lieutenant Malcolm.

Joe Mannix calling.

{

Malcolm.

Art, I'm at
d*ck Harley's studio.

I think he's mixed up
in the k*lling of De Marco.

He just took a sh*t at me.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine,
but Harley got away.

You better put a...

Hold it a second.

Art, I was wrong about Harley.

He's here.

Did he see who sh*t at you?

Probably,
but it won't do any good.

He's dead.

Joe...

a deposit
of $ , on the th.

Pretty fair retainer for
a shutterbug, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, and he probably got that
for just one photograph:

his boss and Cathy Walker
on the boat.

And then Harley
wasn't satisfied.

He sent a copy
of the picture to Walker,

trying to collect
all over again.

Which brings us right back to
the start of the whole frame-up.

Frame-up?!

Joe, you're bucking the facts.

The sh*ts, the g*n in Walker's
hand, and now the motive.

All of which makes
Steve Walker guilty,

if that's what you believe
in the first place.

What other place is there?

If you think he's innocent,
you wind up

with a mess of questions.

Like why is the g*n
in his hand?

How were the sh*ts fired,
if he didn't fire them?

Joe, what you need
is a packet of answers,

and somebody
to give them to you.

Mrs. De Marco, maybe.

What, the widow?

According to Peggy,
a very merry widow.

Mrs. De Marco.

Don't tell me
you're Mr. Mannix.

I'm sorry,
I'm a few minutes early.

Oh, it's not that.

I was expecting someone
rather more seedy,

a pencil moustache
and a wide fedora.

Oh, would you like a martini?

No, thank you.

Well, how about
some tiger's milk?

Flipper loves it
after his laps.

No, thank you, nothing at all.

Mrs. De Marco, you said
on the phone you wouldn't mind

if I asked you a few questions
about your late husband.

I'm quite prepared.

As you see,
I'm in my widow's weeds.

Mrs. De Marco,

would it be tactless of me
to ask, in your hour of grief,

if you were very fond
of your late husband?

Fond of?

Mr. Mannix, I despised him.

Did you ever contemplate
getting a divorce?

No, why should I?

Victor had a whole battery
of attorneys,

all very capable, of course,
very loyal to Victor.

They would have chewed me
into bits of plankton.

You know, it's a nice warm
feeling to know

they're working for me now.

Loyalty goes with community
property, did you know that?

We live and we learn.

Are you planning to run
De Marco Industries yourself?

Mr. Mannix, I have my own
concept of women's lib.

I think the men
should make the money...

and the women feel
at liberty to spend it.

Who will run the company?

Well, Victor had a tremendous
amount of faith in Paul Grant.

So do |, for that matter.

Paul has all the strengths
of Victor without

that one single weakness,
the one that k*lled him.

You mean this one?

Or one like it.

I could have filled a trunk
with pictures of this order

if I'd collected erotica.

Your husband must have thought

that this one
was rather special.

He paid $ , to keep it
out of circulation.

Why would he do that?

Well, I would think
to keep you from seeing it.

There was a time,
earlier in our marriage,

when I'd have given anything

for Victor to want to protect me
from something like this.

But that was two centuries ago.

Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

How's that for a neat
and orderly desk?

That's just great, but I won't
be able to find a thing.

Oh, Peggy, get me Matt Doyle
on the phone, huh?

The security guard
at the De Marco Building?

Yeah, his number... his number
was right there on an envelope

underneath a road map
of Northern California.

I took the liberty of putting it
in your telephone index.

Hm.

Mr. Doyle, please.

Mr. Mannix calling.

How is the merry widow?

Not very merry.

Mr. Doyle, one moment, please.

Mr. Doyle, uh...

Take it easy, Mr. Doyle.

I know all you're trying
to do is find the man

who k*lled Victor De Marco.

Yeah, well, so am |.

No... no, I don't think
it was Steve Walker,

and I want a chance to prove it.

Just give me five minutes
of your time, huh?

Good. Uh, good.

I'll be there, Mr. Doyle.

Julie.

Two days in a row;
people are going to talk.

I'll take my chances.

This time, I knew what to order.

Thanks.

Julie the dreamer.

Oh, yesterday,
when you asked me for a drink,

I had this fantasy
that you were attracted to me.

What makes you think I'm not?

That bulldog look
in your eye again.

Sorry.

All right. Ask away.

No questions.

Then what?

Well, it's this theory I have.

It kept me awake
all night last night.

What theory?

You'll have to let me
into De Marco's office

to test it out.

Joe, I don't know.

It's Paul Grant's office now.

But you do have a key.

Yes, and I have a job
which I could very easily lose.

Al right.

I promise I won't
burglarize the place.

Just want to check
something out.

Only take a minute.

All right, I'll push the buzzer,
and you can go in.

Did you find
what you were looking for?

I think so.

All right. Can we go now?

Julie, you didn't hear anything?

No. Should I have?

g*nshots. Blanks.

I just fired twice
in the other room.

That office
is completely soundproof.

Mr. De Marco had this thing

about private conversations
really being private.

Then, uh, on the morning
of the sh**ting,

how do you suppose everyone
heard those sh*ts?

I don't know.

When you take dictation,
how do you do it?

I do it on the tape recorder.

This machine?
Yes.

All past memos on the subject

will be followed explicitly.

Uh, Joe, I don't get the point
of all this.

You will.

There will be
additional orders coming

from this office relative to...

But I...

Thought you erased those sh*ts?

You did, Julie,
but I rerecorded them.

You see, I didn't really need
a key to get into the office.

I was here earlier.

Now...

let's see if I can fill in

exactly what happened
from the moment

Steve Walker
entered De Marco's office.

The reception waiting
for Steve inside

wasn't exactly
what he expected.

But you weren't going to tip
him off, were you, Julie,

even though you knew
what it was all about.

Whatever plan Steve had in mind
to settle his differences

with Victor De Marco,
somebody else in there had

a plan of his own
that was already underway,

and Steve was the man who was
going to make it work for him,

because Steve
was packing a g*n,

because Steve had a motive
to commit m*rder.

De Marco was k*lled by someone
you saw go into the office.

In fact, you probably
announced him

and released the door for him.

And when his job was done and
everything was neatly in place,

he came out and wandered back
to where he came from.

You probably smiled
at each other.

All you had to do was press
the button on this recorder

and the sh*ts rang out loud
and clear for everyone to hear.

You must really love the man
that k*lled De Marco, Julie.

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

Paul Grant...

next in line for all of this.

It was a woman, Mrs. De Marco,
that gave you away, Julie.

Victor De Marco
never would have paid

$ , for that photograph.

He couldn't have cared less.

His wife knew he'd been playing
around for years.

So it had to be Grant.

He got Harley to take
the photograph and then,

with your help,
framed Steve Walker and wound up

with De Marco Enterprises.

I thought you were
just a pest, Mannix.

But it's gone beyond that now.

Sorry, but I caught you
breaking and entering.

You pulled a g*n on me,
and I had to sh**t you.

Hold it right there, Grant!

Drop your g*n.

Drop it!

But, Doyle,
you don't understand.

He's just trying to get
Steve Walker off the hook.

You've been lying to me, Grant.

You lied right along.

Look, I'll give you
anything you want.

Name it. Anything!

I got what I want,
the man who k*lled Vic De Marco.

He was the only person
who treated me

like a human being
and you k*lled him.

Now I'm going to k*ll you!

Doyle! Don't do it.

He's not worth it.

You stay out of this, Mannix!

Sorry I gave you a rough go,
Doyle but, uh...

sometimes you can't tell the
players without a program.