04x20 - A Day Filled with Shadows

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You young punks!

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Mr. Moore?

Thanks for coming, Mr. Mannix.

Say, I'm curious, uh--
why all the way out here?

Well, I don't want anyone to know
that I'm hiring a private investigator.

It could be bad for my son's reputation.

What does your son have to do with it?

He's disappeared.

He's -- a junior at Western Pacific.
He, uh, plays basketball.

Cal Moore?

Uh-huh.

I haven't seen or heard from him
since Sunday.

He missed last night's game against State.

Yes, I know.

Well could he be in some kind of trouble?

What -year-old couldn't be in trouble?

No, I don't think so but nowadays
how does a man know.

And nobody's tried to contact you,
uh-- no hint that it might be a kidnapping?

Oh, no, nothing.

Oh, some of the sportswriters called
when Cal missed the State game--

And his coach, Pete Sangree.
But that's all.

I know something's wrong, Mr. Mannix.

You see we, uh,
we're supposed to go away next Saturday--

After the Canfer game-- on a hunting trip.

We, uh, go away every year.

That trip's a very important thing
for me and for Cal.

Oh... Hunting trip--
we never even sh**t anything,

we just get away from everything else--
talk-- wander.

All right, Mr. Moore.
I'll get to work on it.

I'll start at the University.

Got a hot one for you.

Who do you think just went in?

Joe Mannix.

You and , fans would like to know
where Cal was last night, Joe--

Including me.

What can you tell me about him, Pete?

Oh, he's got a great corner sh*t
and defenses. He's like Elgin Baylor.

That's not going to help me find him.

It would on a basketball floor.

What about his private life, Pete?

Even disposition, physical health good,

carries a . scholastic average,

keeps pretty much to himself.

And he defenses like Elgin Baylor.

Has he been making his classes?

Not this week and he hasn't been home.

I talked to his father.

He said not to worry,
it was a personal matter.

Is that why you're here, Joe?
Should I worry?

Not yet, Pete.

Uh-- you'll tell me when?

I'll tell you when.

Uh-- on the road, who does Cal room with?

Geoff Blandin.

Yeah. Thanks, Pete.

I'll be in touch.

Tim, give Mr. Mannix the ball,
and he'll show us how it ought to be done.

Okay, Coach.

Cover him, Tim.

Okay, Coach.

Hey, not bad.

For a rookie.

Joe.

No street shoes on the gym floor, huh?

Oh, Geoff.

My name is Joe Mannix.
You got a minute?

Sure, if I can keep sh**t'.
Oh, sure.

I'm looking for Cal Moore.
The coach said you might be able to help me.

You ask his girl?

No, I didn't. Uh, who is she?

Nobody knows, man, nobody knows.

Is there a girl?
Sure.

Every night we're on the road,
he kicks me out of the room at :

so he can call her.

He calls her every night?

, straight up and down.

Off the record, Geoff, do you think
Cal might be in some kind of trouble?

Not unless somebody
put a g*n to his head.

Did he use, uh, pot, or drop acid?

No way.

Who'd he buddy with?

Me, man.

Nobody else?

Nobody but that chick.

Well-- thanks, Geoff.

Just a second. You the fuzz?

No, just a fan.

Well, fan, I want to tell you,

unless somebody turns Cal up
before we start this tournament,

we're going to be in bad shape.

Well I'll see what I can do.

Don't talk about it, man, do it.

Yeah. Stay loose.
Okay.

He just came out.

You want me to follow him?

Okay, I'll stay put.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

What'd you get?

Can I have a few seconds
to catch my breath?

One.

Go.

Alton K. Moore, very rich, very successful.

He's a conglomerate by nature and design.

He's got holdings all over the world,
pick a business and he's in it.

Wife?

d*ed eleven years ago.

Mr. Moore dates, but he's unattached.

Moves in the best of circles,
knows the right people.

Supports charities,
gives pictures to museums.

Last year Renoir, this year Degas.

What have you got on his son?

Very tall, very athletic,

and very independent.

Works summers.

Last summer at a dude ranch in Arizona,
place called the Lazy Ace,

activities director.

Summer before that, deckhand on
a commercial fishing boat out of San Pedro.

Other than that, he's known as a loner,

does his homework,
doesn't belong to a fraternity.

And that is that.

Peggy, get Pete Sangree on the phone.

Find out where the team stayed
on that road trip to Portland and Seattle.

Then call every hotel
and find out what number Cal Moore

called every night at :, huh?

Right.

How about some coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

Am I allowed a lunch?

One.

Well, do you remember that case
when we had to find out

where a car was bought,

and it turned out to be the same place
I take my car for repairs.

That's wonderful, Peggy.

No, but seriously, Joe.

There's another one
of those wild coincidences in this case.

One of the many partners
of Mr. Alton K. Moore,

was a certain Wallace Schneider.

The man who was sh*t last Saturday night?

The same.

And another thing, Wallace Schneider
owned the dude ranch

that Cal Moore worked at last summer.

Well now, that's worth checking out.

Oh, and, Peggy, next time you get a hunch,

don't keep it a secret-- feel free.

Just happened to be
in the neighborhood, huh?

Just passing by, Adam.

Uh-huh. Nothing really on your mind,

just dropped in to say hello?

Oh I'm like that.
Get an idea, there I am.

You're not going to tell me

what the real reason is, huh, Joe?

Well now, Adam, it's just a friendly visit.
Is there anything wrong with that?

No, not at all.

It's very kind of you.

Trust your fellow man, Adam.

Yeah, well I do, Joe.

I do.

Al right.

All right, I'm here because
I'm worried about you.

Thanks.

Any particular reason?

Yeah-- yeah, you're working
on the Schneider m*rder.

According to the papers it's a heavy one.

I just thought you might like
to unload some of the burden.

How does it look?

Grim.

Any motive yet?

We're empty.

Well it certainly wasn't robbery.

No, it reads like a well-planned hit.

Schneider had twenty partners
in twenty businesses.

We tried that, we came out blank.

Each business was set up
so that if one partner d*ed,

the other partner became sole owner,

but that's a tax dodge, nothing else.

Partners didn't need the money,
man, they're loaded.

What about the actual hit?

How many were involved in it?

Well, two.

The one Schneider k*lled was from Peoria.

Did some muscle work freelancing

and then disappeared.

Now the Chicago police think he went
to work for the Costa Nostra as a hit man,

but nothing tangible there.

Name was Petey Corman.

Petey Corman?

What about the other one?

Well we have some footprints and a fact.

Either this guy was feet tall
or he was some kind of an athlete,

because he jumped up,

caught the upstairs patio
and he hauled himself up.

Well that's something, not much.

We also found three brown hairs
up on that patio.

Now we don't know whether those hairs
belong to a housepainter or a plumber

or something, but there are
three brown hairs.

The lab make any guess about the age?

to .

Well in other words, you're looking
for a young, male athlete with brown hair?

Right.

Well, you've got yourself
quite a chore, Adam.

We figured that out, Joe.

Hey, what kind of a case,
did you say you were working on?

Well I didn't say.

Joe just because the description

Adam gave you fits Cal Moore,
doesn't mean it was Cal Moore.

Doesn't mean it wasn't, either.

What are you going to tell his father?

Well I've got until : to decide that one.

Another secret meeting?

Yeah and I'm beginning to get the feeling

that Papa wants those secret meetings

because he thinks Cal is in a real jam
and doesn't want the police involved.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh hi, Sue.

You did! Oh, that's great!

Thanks a lot!

Hold on a second.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Got it. Thanks, Sue.

Telephone number and the extension

that Cal Moore called every night at :.

Give it a try and make it sound
like a business call.

Right.

Ah seven-- seven nine nine eight, please.

Are you ready?
It's your old alma mater.

Hello.

Where?

Oh, I'm sorry I must have
gotten the wrong extension.

No, no, I'll look it up.

Thank you.

It's the research library at the University.

Twenty minutes to .

Library?
Yeah.

If Cal's on that same schedule I want to see
who picks up that telephone.

Excuse me.

May I help you?
I'm trying to locate Cal Moore.

He's a student.

I'm afraid I don't know him.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Well now, he called this extension
every night last week.

Four times the week before
all promptly at :.

I wouldn't know about that.

You see, I was spending
a perfectly miserable vacation

on the beach at Waikiki
for those two weeks.

Well who was on duty?

Oh, Ann Collier.

Oh, is that the girl that just left?

No, that was Brenda.

Ann is a student in the music department.

Do you have her home address?
It's very important that I talk to her.

Now look, Cal Moore's
on the basketball team. He's missing.

The athletic department
asked me to find him.

Ann Collier might be able to help me.

Weren't you on the basketball team
here yourself once?

Some time ago.

You were good!

Thank you.

Ann takes care of a beach house
for a professor on sabbatical in Europe.

It's down at Paradise Cove.

Here he comes.

Mannix is about to take off.
Looks like he's in a hurry.

Right. Follow him.

Cal

I can't help if I don't know
why you're hiding.

Listen, now you're
tearing yourself apart inside,

and there's nothing I can do
to make it any easier for you.

I've told you, Ann,
there's nothing you can do.

You've got to let me handle this my way.

Hey.

It's a car.

Now don't get excited.
Everything's going to be just fine.

Now don't tell me, fellas.

I got the wrong house, right?

That chick at that party really stiffed me.

Gave me the wrong address.
Well, win a few, lose a few.

Sorry.
Uh.

When you're through with your song
and dance, Mannix,

tell us why you're looking for Cal Moore.

Well, now, who's Cal Moore?

Tell him who he is, Leo.

We've got to get out of here.

Once again, Mannix,

why are you looking for Cal Moore
and who hired you?

How did they find me?

How did they find you?

I don't know, Cal.

Come on.

Did you find him?

Maybe I've stopped looking.

It all depends on some answers
you're going to give me.

Answers?

What's your son mixed up in, Mr. Moore?

Gambling? Narcotics?

Or is it m*rder?

What?

What m*rder?

How about Wallace Schneider's,
for openers?

You think my son k*lled Wally Schneider?

Why, that's preposterous.
Cal never even knew him.

He worked on a dude ranch
owned by Schneider.

I didn't know that.

But even so, why would you think--

Let me ask you why.

Why all the secrecy?

Why can't I call you at your office
and use my name?

Why this meeting here in a warehouse?

I told you. My son's reputation's--

No, no, Mr. Moore.
You've got another reason.

Maybe I can tell you what it is.

There's no other reason.

You think your son's in big trouble,

and you want me to find him
before somebody else does.

Al right.

When the police questioned me
about Wally Schneider's m*rder,

they-- they asked about a tall,
athletic young man.

It didn't mean anything to me,

I didn't even realize
the description fit Cal.

Then Cal didn't come home that night
or the next day.

I didn't know Schneider owned the ranch

where Cal worked
until I saw it in the papers.

Then I realized how bad it would look.

That's when I hired you.

But Cal didn't k*ll anybody. He couldn't!

Then why did two professional hoods

work me over to find out
why I'm looking for him?

And why should they care who hired me?

I don't know-- How would I know?

All I know is that Cal didn't k*ll anybody.

Then why is he hiding?
I don't know. Maybe those two men--

Maybe they're-- maybe they're gamblers.

Maybe they want Cal to shave some points.

I don't know why he's hiding, Mannix.

What if I find him and find out
he is involved in m*rder?

He's not.

If he is,

I go straight to the police.

I knew that when I hired you.

All right, Mr. Moore as long
as you know where I stand.

Just find him...please.

You've got some of your people
out looking for my son.

Why?

Looks like I missed a great party, Adam.
Who threw it?

I thought you could tell me.

It's probably some of my pals just getting us
a head start on our spring cleaning.

Okay, Joe, but these pals
weren't playing games.

If they come back to look some more,
wear a helmet.

Yeah.

Peggy. is there a chance
you'll know if something's missing

before you straighten up this mess?

On golden time, I'll try anything.

Looks like they paid a lot of attention
to the file drawer marked.

The Moore file?

Uh-uh. I haven't started one yet.

What about those notes on the case?

I left them on my desk.

Well, how are you going to find anything
in that disaster area?

Don't confuse messiness with inefficiency.

If the notes are here, I'll find them.

See?

Something's missing.

Yeah, what's that?

A piece of paper,
the phone number I chased down

The university library. It's gone.

Call and see if there's anybody there.

At midnight?

What kind of libraries do you go to?

Oh, good morning.

You keep long hours.

I'm standing in for Brenda this morning.

Oh I'm sorry you missed seeing Ann,
last night.

How did you know I missed her?

Why, your assistant told me.

My assistant?

The tall young man you sent here.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I called his exchange
and told him I'd handle it.

I guess he didn't call in.

How much did I miss him by?

Oh, just by a few moments.

You can probably catch up with him
at the Rodriguezes'.

That's where he's going.

Ann gives free piano lessons there.

Bye, Missus Rodriguez.
I'll see you next week.

Wait outside.

Come with us, everything will be fine.

Leave me alone.

Ann.
Leave me alone!

Ann, listen, it's all right.

My name is Joe Mannix.
Cal's father hired me to find him.

Now where is he?
I don't know where he is.

I don't know anything.

Now listen, I don't know why those men
are looking for Cal,

but I know they're out to hurt him.

I don't know anything.

Now that may be the truth, Ann.
But if it's not,

you're only making sure
that he'll be alone when they find him.

Now Cal's life may depend on what you do.

How do I know you're not lying to me?
All right, then, don't trust me.

But go to the police. Tell them.
I can't...

Why?
Because Cal said if--

You do know where he is.

Cal didn't do anything.
I know he didn't--

Ann, you've got to trust somebody.

But how do I know I can trust you?

All right, look, don't tell me,
tell the police.

But for Cal's sake,
you've got to trust somebody, now!

All right. I'll take you there.

Good girl.

Come on, let's go.

Cal.

Cal.

I know you're here.

Please. Mr. Mannix is with me.
He wants to help you.

Some men came to the Rodriguezes' house.

They tried to kidnap me.

They wanted me to tell them where you were.

Cal, please, won't you just listen to him?

I know he's here.

Cal.

I'm a private investigator.

I know you're in trouble,
I'd like to help you.

Don't try to come up here.

Why are you looking for me?

Your father hired me.

Huh. That's beautiful.

Cal, I don't know what this is all about.

Why are those hoods looking for you?

You tell my father that if anything
happens to Ann,

anything, he'll never know where I put it.

Put what?

He'll know.

You just tell him.

What does your father have to do with this--
with those hoods?

You really don't know, do you?

Why don't you come on down here

and we'll go to your father and talk to him?

You've got to be kidding.
I wouldn't make it up the front steps

and neither would you!

All right, if you can't go to your father,

I'll bring him here.

No, not here.

Al right.

You call him.

Annie knows where I'll be.

Call

Mannix just got here.

We'll wait for you.

Mr. Moore.

You're Ann?
Yes.

Where's Cal?

You're sure you weren't followed?
Yes, I did everything you told me to.

Where's Cal?

He's back here.

Cal'?

Ann, now why don't you
stay out here on the deck?

If you see anybody coming towards us,
you let me know, huh?

But I--
Now, it's important.

Okay.

Cal.
Call

Cal, don't back away from me.

Involuntary reflex, Dad.

Self-preservation, fear,
put any tag you want to on it.

You think I'd hurt you, son?

Yeah, I think you might.

Well, you're the most important thing
in the world to me, Cal.

Sure, Dad.

You came for the book, right?

I came for you...

and the book.

Well, I'm not so sure
I'm going to give it to you.

You see, Mr. Mannix, what we have here

is a really contemporary moral dilemma.

My dad did a very solid job of raising me,

and I turned out to be a totally square guy
with all the right values.

Sound mind in a sound body,
the whole sh*t.

A kid who spent his life thinking
Alton K. Moore was some kind of saint.

Last Sunday I picked up the newspaper

and found out my dad
has this one tiny flaw.

Saint Alton kills people.

Call

My problem, Mr. Mannix,
is do I turn my dad in to the police

or do I switch off all the values,
and ethics and morals I've ever learned

or do I run'?

Son, don't go so far we can't get out again.

Don't give me any more advice, Dad.

You fouled out of the game a long time ago.

I really don't know what to do, Mr. Mannix.

I'm such a cube and so damn dumb.

Ethics and morals aren't dumb, Cal.

But let's start with what you saw
in Sunday's paper

that makes you think your dad's a m*rder*r.

Mr. Mannix, I think we're in the middle

of a plain, old-fashioned
family misunderstanding.

You did your job, and very well,
you're a professional.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Oh, is this an exit cue?

An exit cue with gratitude.

If you'll bill me at the office.

Mr. Moore.

When you hire me, you hire my conscience.

Right now my conscience is wondering
what I might've gotten Cal into

by finding him for you.

Until I get a really great answer to that,

I stay.

Son, if we don't say another word

if we take the book,
if we go straight home,

I promise you everything
will be all right again.

All right again?

You can't unmurder a man, Dad.

Even Alton K. Moore can't do that.

You saw the newspapers on Sunday.

Then you saw the pictures of Mr. Schneider
and Petey Corman.

I saw them.

Corman was over at our house Saturday night
with a man named Harry.

I heard them talking about Wally Schneider.

Dad was very angry about something.

He told Petey that whatever he wanted done
would pay five big ones.

$,?

Is that the scale for a hit now, Mr. Moore?

I was in the den, flaked out on the sofa,
reading the sports pages.

They were in the living room.

When they were through, Harry came in
to pick up a pack of cigarettes

and saw me.

Harry saw you, Cal?

He knew that you overheard?

Sure, he could tell.

But he just stood and looked at me
for about a three-count and walked out.

So after putting Saturday night's
eavesdropping together

with Sunday's newspapers the only thing
I could think of was splitting.

I grabbed their precious account book
and took off.

Now Harry knows I know.

That sort of explains the sudden flap
among the nasties

when you dropped out of sight.

I wish I'd known that about Harry.
That's why they moved so fast.

When you missed the game,
they knew you'd left home.

The first thing they asked about
was the book.

And you told them?

I stalled, but my time is up.

I have to produce you and the book.

I don't think I need tell you
the alternative, Mr. Mannix.

And this book, what's in it they want?

Everything, names, dates, amounts.

Enough to put a multimillion-dollar operation
out of business

and a lot of men in prison.
What's the operation?

That really doesn't concern you, does it?

Well, it concerns me.

You talk about going back--
back to what, Dad?

What is it we do?

I guess I owe you the truth.

There's a term in the rackets, "skimming,"

it's the money taken off the top
in a gambling operation.

Undeclared cash, untraceable.

Cal, I wheel that money
into legitimate business.

Wally Schneider was one of the so-called
straight businessmen.

Except Schneider wanted it both ways,

clean hands and a full cut of the operation.

So you had him k*lled.

Not precisely.

I-- I got the order

and relayed it to Corman and Harry.

And you paid them.

I paid them.

Then, that's m*rder, Dad.

Why?

How did you get so far in?

Oh, what's the difference, son, really?

Could you handle it more easily
if I said it was for you,

for better schools, social contacts.

I might've bought that answer
a couple of years ago.

Right. So why kid ourselves?
Why cop out, hmm?

Everybody I've ever heard who was
up against the wall,

as I am now with you,

says it was a gradual thing.

They were in what they thought
was a perfectly respectable business

until suddenly, one day, they found out

that they were in over their heads, trapped.

Oh, rubbish, Call

You always have your choice.

There's always one 'yes' or 'no'
that puts you in or keeps you straight.

I said yes when you were
years old, Cal.

And the money got better...

and the work got dirtier.

I was never dishonest with myself
about my reasons

or about my chances
of coming out of this on top.

I've faced this day for a long time, son.

Now I'm dead here with you.

And I'm dead out there.

What are you saying, Moore?

Are you saying that Harry
and some of his bullies are out there?

That you brought them?

Brought them?

No, I didn't have to bring them, Mr. Mannix.

They're just always there

like the tattoo you got when you were

and wish you could forget.

I'm going to have to take the book out,

and try to convince them that everything's
been straightened out.

We'll have to play it their way.

Except for one thing, Moore, Cal.

He knows about the m*rder
and he's seen the book.

Your son's a loose end, and the people
you work for don't like loose ends, Moore.

How about not playing it their way,
just this once.

How about playing it like the man
your son always thought you were?

Give the book to the District Attorney.

Turn State's evidence.

You'll both get protection.

If that book has the kind of dynamite
you say it has,

those hoods won't be around to bother you
or anybody else for a long time.

They're coming.
Men are searching the boats.

Mr. Moore?

Get us out.

I'll give the book to the police.

All right. Now, there's a marine radio
above on the bridge.

Did you ever operate one?

I have a yacht, Mr. Mannix.

I can handle the radio.
Great.

Alert the Coast Guard to call the police.
Cal, you and Ann stay right here.

I'll see if I can buy us some time.

Cal, however this turns out,

I'd like to say one thing.

A father is always
a great target for his son.

Fathers are always supposed
to be perfect,

unflawed.

Unfortunately, even the good ones
sometimes make mistakes,

and I wasn't a very good one, was |?

You have all the idealism
in the world going for you.

It can't be easy for you
to forgive someone as close

as important as a father.

It can't be easy,

but don't give up on me just yet.

All right?

Mayday.

Repeat. Mayday!

Coast Guard. What's the trouble?

Sid?

Sid, you find something?

Sid?

Go get the boy. Leave the car here.

Harry!

Would my father have done it, Mr. Mannix?

Would he have turned himself in?

I think he proved that.

I know how it must have hurt
when you found out what he did.

Don't forget one thing.

Don't forget the kind of father
he was to you.

He really loved you, Cal.

Thanks, Mr. Mannix.