07x12 - Cry Danger

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Last call for Flight

to Los Angeles,
boarding at Gate Two.

Last call for Flight
to Los Angeles

boarding at Gate Two.

Jan!

Joe! What on earth...?
Small world.

A girl from New Orleans
stands you up in Los Angeles,

and three weeks later,
you find her waiting for you

in San Francisco.

I'm sorry about
what happened, Joe.

Well, I'll accept that,
if there's an explanation

that comes with it.

Would you, uh,
like to start now,

or, uh, would you rather
meet me at the hotel later?

I'm at the Carlisle.

Joe, please.

I'm waiting for someone.

Well, we spent
some long evenings together,

some longer conversations,

but I don't remember a "someone”
ever being mentioned.

I just...

I couldn't bring
myself to tell you.

Well, if you still
want to tell me,

I take confessions anywhere.

Airport terminals, bus stations.

Joe, please, I...

I'm meeting my husband.

Husband?!

Well, I take it that,
uh, Jan Holloway

is just the name
you use around bachelors.

What does your mailman
call you, Jan?

I'm...

Mrs. Carter Elliot.

Mrs. Elliot.

Well, I suppose Mr. Elliot's
a big successful businessman.

But as a husband,

I'll have to nominate him for...

Damn Fool of the Year Award.

Joe...

Good-bye, Jan.

Mister, I got a g*n under this.

Let's take a walk.

You don't want me
to get a hole in my coat.

Well, I'm told walking
is good for your health.

Jan...

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Right there'll do
very nicely, thank you.

I suggest we show Mr. Mannix
the view from the top.

A little higher,
if you don't mind.

I want to make sure
Mr. Mannix sees our point.

Beautiful view, isn't it?

Quite a drop
down into the water.

Yeah, I'll, uh, buy that.

Now, start talking
and keep it interesting.

Since, uh, you're dealing,
what are we playing?

Let's have it-—-

where and when?

You've got the edge on me.

You know what
you're talking about.

Well, maybe the altitude's
too much for you.

You better come on down.

I don't know who you guys
have got me mixed up with,

but whoever he is,
he's the lucky one.

There's no mix-up.

You were seen talking
to her at the airport.

Come on, let's have it.

Now, look, if you guys...

provide a rough-up service
for jealous husbands,

I've learned my lesson, okay?

Wrong answer.

Beautiful.

Now, look, um...

Joe, let's be realistic.

Yeah, let's.

What we want to know
is where and when.

You're beginning to sound
like an old song title.

Now, I can understand how
a smart private eye from L.A.

might try to cut himself in
for a piece of the action.

I could understand that.

You see how understanding I am?

Yeah, yeah, you're...
you're just swell.

I can see that.

But this is
a closed corporation.

No shares.

Now, why don't you just
tell us what we want to know,

and my friends here'||
drive you back to the airport

or any other destination
of your choice.

Just like that, huh?

Just like that.

I don't know what slice

you thought you'd get
out of the $ million,

but you've just been cut out.

Why make us k*ll you?

Now, look...

I just came to San Francisco...

on some business.

Stow it!
Now, let's have it!

Now, I'm telling you,
you got the wr...

What do you think, Mr. Springer?

I think he needs
one last look at the view.

Get him!

Wing him!
I need him alive!

Find him!

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Rough flight?

Uh, rough landing.

By the way, |, uh, had to leave
my luggage at the airport.

Could you arrange
to have it picked up?

Oh, certainly, uh, Mr. Mannix.

Yes?

Just now.

Al right.

Phone call for you, Mr. Mannix.

You can take it
over here if you like.

Thank you.

This is Mannix.

Joe, is that you?

I'm just beginning to think so.

Thank heavens you're all right.

Well, there are two schools of
thought on that right about now.

When I saw that man who
came up to you, I was afraid.

Now, look, uh, Jan, I don't
mean to sound unfriendly,

but, uh, just talking to you

seems to be a pretty risky
pastime here in San Francisco.

Joe, I don't want you hurt.

I'd like to expl...

Jan?

No phone calls, remember?

I was talking to a friend.

Ah, but you don't have a friend.
Only me.

Are you trying to tell me,
Mr., uh... Mannix, is it?

Like I told you, Lieutenant.

They lifted my I.D.

And you're in town on business?

I'm wrapping up a case
with Stan Forester.

He's another private
investigator. You can check.

Stan Forester.
I'll check it.

Now, for no accountable reason,

you were kidnapped
at the airport and beaten up.

You know, I think
I'll come back here

for your next Legion convention,
when they really have fun.

And you don't have
the faintest idea

why the people of our good city
would welcome you

in this unorthodox way?

Maybe it's something I said.

Maybe it was something
you didn't tell me.

Have you got anything
on a Mrs. Carter Elliott?

Should I have?

There's a possibility
that she might be in trouble.

She a friend of yours?

Oh, let's say, uh,
an acquaintance.

What kind of trouble?

I don't know.

That's very helpful.

Can you give me an address
on her?

I'll check my secret file.

Mrs. Carter Elliot?

That's right.

An acquaintance, you say?

Well, actually, I guess

you might say
I hardly know her at all.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

You'll be with us
for a few days?

Why? Is there a time limit?

I thought,
if you changed your mind,

about filing a complaint...

As soon as I find out
what I have

to complain about, Lieutenant,
I'll be back to see you.

My phone book is always open.

You could be surprised,
Lieutenant,

at what
those secret files turn up.

Well?

He's a licensed P.I.
in Los Angeles, all right.

Several years,
clean record.

Maybe not so clean.

He was asking
about Mrs. Elliot.

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Yes, sir?

I'd like to see Mrs. Elliot.

Mrs. Elliot?

Yes. I'm a friend of hers
from Los Angeles.

Is she home?

I-I'm sorry, sir, but, uh...

Oh, uh, when do you expect her?

I don't expect her.

This is where she lives,
isn't it?

It happened
hardly an hour ago, sir.

An accident.

An accident?

Is she in the hospital?

Mrs. Elliot is dead, sir.

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I told you, Joe, you should have
let me meet you at the airport.

Yeah, I should have listened.

Look, guys just don't
b*at you up

as part of a home study course
in karate.

I gather they thought
I knew something

about some kind of a shipment.

What?!

All because I had a few words
with a girl at the airport.

The French said it best:
"Find the girl."

Yeah, well, it's too late, Stan.

She's dead.

You run on a fast track.

What happened?

A girl I met in Los Angeles.

Called herself Jan Holloway.

You know, we had a few dates,
a nice time.

No rings, no strings.

And one night about three weeks
ago, she stood me up.

Next time I saw her was here
at the airport

when I stepped off the plane.

With rings and strings, hmm?

Husband.

Seems her real name
was Mrs. Carter Elliot.

Hit-run accident?

Apparently.

I just heard that on the news.

I think
she was in some kind of trouble.

You mean, maybe the accident
wasn't an accident?

Maybe.

I got a phone call from her

as soon as I checked
into the hotel.

Then we were cut off.

I take it someone didn't
want her talking to me.

That's why you went
to the cops, hmm?

LeBeau called you.

I think
the Lieutenant had the idea

that you were suffering
from credibility gap.

Well, at least
the Huntington case is closed.

There are the stamps--
$ , worth.

I'll take a receipt and a check.

Gulf Securities Insurance
thanks you,

and Old Man Huntington
thanks you,

and I thank you.

The fence I had to talk out
of those didn't thank me.

Hmm.

But I'm glad you
and your clients are happy.

Oh, uh, Stan,
you got a car I can use?

Out in the alley. Why?

There's a tail
on the one I'm using.

It's parked on Leavenworth.

Why don't you drive it
until I can find out why?

Think of turning the Elliot
hit-run into a case, Joe?

Stan, I've been leaned on
pretty hard

and tailed all over town.

All because I talked to a lady

who ended up
in a funeral parlor.

I think I'll stick around
until I find out

if any of the wrong people
send flowers.

"Blessed are they
who die in the Lord,

"from henceforth,
sayeth the Spirit,

"that they may rest
from their labors,

and their good works
do follow them."”

Unto the mercy of Almighty God

we commend the soul
of Thy servant departed,

and commit her body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust,

in the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection
of eternal life.

The God of peace
make you perfect

in every good work
to do His will,

working in you that which is
well-pleasing in His sight,

to whom be the glory and honor,
both now and forevermore,

world without end.

Amen.

Mr. Elliot, if I may be
of any further help...

Mr. Elliot?

Yes?

I know this is a difficult time,

but I would like
to talk to you for a moment.

Oh, please, I'm not exactly
in the mood for reporters now.

I was a friend of your wife's.

I think she may have been
in some kind of trouble

before she was k*lled,
Mr. Elliot.

I've had about all
I can think about right now.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Could we maybe talk later?

Al right.

Why don't you come
to my house... later tonight.

We'll talk then.

Ever since I stepped off
the plane in San Francisco,

every step I took somehow
led directly to that cemetery.

I think your wife was
in some kind of trouble.

You say that, uh,
you were acquainted with my wife

two months ago in Los Angeles?

That's right.

She was, uh, using another name.

That's very interesting.

Mr. Elliot, I'm telling you

that I think your wife's death
was more than an accident.

All you have to say is,
"That's interesting”"?

Mr. Mannix, I don't know
what kind of confidence game

you're trying to pull,
but all I can tell you is

that it's in very bad taste
and ill-timed.

Well, I can certainly appreciate
how you must feel--

Well, spare your condolences.

It's not bad enough
that my wife was snuffed out

by some fool hit-and-run driver.

You come in here
and try to smear her name.

Well, let me tell you something,
Mr. Mannix.

Two months ago, my wife was
in Denver, visiting her family,

and I was with her.

That's Mrs. Elliot?

I thought you said you knew her.

I'm sorry, uh...

this seems to be my week
for mistaken identities.

I don't know what purpose
you had in coming here,

but I think you better go.

I don't like it.

He claims
he's a private investigator

from Los Angeles,
here on business.

I say let's get rid of him.

Well, if the girl
double-crossed us

making the contact
in Los Angeles,

she made a very big mistake.

I think you ought to have
a fatherly talk with her.

Maybe another long-distance call
from Hong Kong

wouldn't do any harm, either.

Well, do what you have to do.

We're too close.

Nobody's going to throw
a hitch in this.

Not now.

As far as Mr. Mannix
is concerned,

the vote is unanimous--
get rid of him.

One moment, please,

for the Overseas Operator.

Go ahead.
Hello?

This is the Overseas Operator.

I have a long-distance call
from Hong Kong

for a Miss Jan Holloway.

This is Jan Holloway.

Go ahead, please.

Harry, is that you?

Just listen, Jan.

Don't ask any questions,
and do whatever they say.

Harry, are you all right?

Jan, I'm in this too deep.

You have to help me.

I'm doing everything
they tell me to.

When will I see you?

When will they let you go?

Harry?

You would be wise

not to ask any more questions,
Miss Holloway.

Yes, all right.

Be aboard
the cruise ship at : .

Our representative
will contact you there.

Do you understand?

Cruise ship, : .

Jan Holloway, you said.

That's right.

And I checked your secret file,

and information,
and the city directory,

and there's nothing
on a Jan Holloway.

I can make it unanimous, Mannix.

We don't have anything, either.

Well, she's walking
around out there someplace.

There's got to be some way
of tracking her down.

Some of your lady friends
aren't so lucky--

like Mrs. Carter Elliott.

Well, it turns out
I didn't know the lady at all.

Oh? Is that right?

But I think there
may be a connection

between Mrs. Elliott
and Jan Holloway.

What connection would that be?

I'll tell you what, Lieutenant,

if I find out before your
retirement comes up,

you'll be the first one I call.

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What do you want now?

There's another, um...

tourist in town

that's causing us some concern.

A certain, uh...

Joe Mannix.

Who's he?

You know who he is...

and I think you gave him
the name of Mrs. Elliott.

He's just someone I met
in Los Angeles.

When he showed up
at the airport, the...

well, the only name that came
to mind was Mrs. Elliott.

That wasn't very smart.

Name of a woman who's dead.

When do we get this over with?

Tomorrow.

A suitcase will arrive at the
Trans-Oceanic Air terminal.

Flight from Hong Kong.

A claim check
will be given to you

by someone
who will recognize you.

You will pick up the suitcase.

It's tan,

with vertical
green and red stripes.

A cab driver
will identify himself,

and take you six blocks,
then let you out.

That's it.

What about my brother?

When will you let him go?

As soon as the transaction
is completed.

You said it
would be over tomorrow.

I said we'd pick up
the suitcase tomorrow.

What's in the suitcase?

Clothing.

What else do you put
in a suitcase?

I must warn you--

No further contact with anybody.

Do you understand?

I don't want anything
to happen to Joe Mannix.

Unfortunately, your, uh...

your Joe Mannix
is a very curious person.

His curiosity

may cause him a lot of trouble.

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Do you have something in ?

Thank you.

Can you get me a cab right away?

Side entrance.

Certainly, Mr. Mannix.

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Mrs. Elliott, you had
a very nice funeral.

Joe, I had no idea anything
like that would happen.

Do you have a real name?

It is Jan Holloway.

Well, let's say I buy that.

What's the rest of it?

What are you mixed up in, Jan?

Who's backed you into a corner?

I don't know who.

But if I don't do what they say,

they'll k*ll my brother, Harry.

He's just a kid.

I don't know what happened.

He got all mixed up in Vietnam.

Deserted the army.

I never heard from him
until two years ago.

Where is he now?

Well, they've got him prisoner
in Hong Kong.

At least, that's where the calls
have been coming from.

I've talked to him.

Are you sure it's your brother?

Yes, positive.

Even though I've only been
allowed to talk to him

a few seconds at a time.

What do they want you to do?

Well, I'm supposed to pick up
a suitcase at the airport,

and they've promised

to let Harry go.

Promises don't mean anything
to people like that.

They get what they want...

then they bury all the loose
ends when they're through.

Anyone know you were coming?

No.

They do now.

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So they sent you to Los Angeles
to make some sort of contact.

I guess so.

I was supposed to wait for word.

What was the word?

I don't know.

I got a call to go down
to the produce district,

and a man I'd never seen
before came up

and gave me a slip of paper
with a number on it--

like a phone number.

Do you remember the number?

I'd remember it in my sleep,
CX- .

So you brought the number,
CX whatever,

back here to your friends?

No, I made a phone call
to Switzerland.

Switzerland?

Yes, I read the number to them,
and that was it.

Switzerland, home of the Alps

and secret bank accounts
that are just as big.

Joe, what am I going to do?

Well, just as soon as I see
a man about a missing boat,

you're going to do exactly
as you were told.

Flight for Phoenix, Arizona,

departing on schedule
at Gate Four.

Mr. John Thayer,

please report to the ticket
reservation counter.

Mr. John Thayer,

report to the ticket
reservation counter, please.

We'll help you with that.

Just take it easy,
you've done just fine so far.

Let's not spoil it;
just come along with us.

Who are you?

That's my luggage.

Don't do anything foolish,
Miss Holloway.

You've got nothing to gain.

You can't help your brother now.

You know about him?

Oh, I know all about him.

Well, then you know
I have to deliver this.

You've been dealing
with unreliable people.

They haven't got your brother.

I've talked to him.

You talked to a tape recording
made two years ago.

Your brother's dead.

Now come on.
No.

I said they were unreliable.

All right-- police.

Cotter, get the bag...

Cotter, put out an APB on them.

They can't get far.

I've got what / want right here.

You don't mind if I take
a look inside, do you, Miss?

Ah, nice going, Lieutenant;
you really blew it.

Well... Mr. Mannix,
just in time

for the grand opening, huh?
And you're five minutes early.

Those are two of the guys
that worked me over,

and you let them get away.

That wouldn't be
your suitcase, would it?

All suitcases look alike to me.

If it's got my clothes
in it, it's mine.

Well, what do you say
we open it up and take a look?

All right, Mr. Mannix?

It's your city, Lieutenant.

Flight

from Cheyenne will be arriving
in minutes

at Gate Three.

Flight from Cheyenne

will be arriving in minutes

at Gate Three.

Well, you satisfied, Lieutenant?

Or would you like to ask
the rest of San Francisco

to take a look at our laundry?

Do you think
he really believed you?

No.

But the Lieutenant's
not gonna trade

a suitcase full of clothes
for what he's after.

What is he after?

Well, I thought maybe
you could tell me now, Jan.

I don't know.

I swear I don't know.

Joe...

one of those men said that my...

brother was dead, that I was
listening to tape recordings.

It's probably true, Jan.

It would explain
a good many things.

We're dealing
with two opposing forces.

Of course,
the people you're working for

wouldn't tell you that.

You think Harry is really dead?

I'm afraid it's more
than a remote possibility.

I heard somebody mention

$ million.

That'd buy a lot of funerals...

like Mrs. Elliot's.

What should I do?

Exactly what they told you to.

Hey.

Not now.

I want to at least
get you out of this alive.

I can't afford to lose

one of the few friends
I've got in San Francisco.

I'm frightened.

Don't be.

Don't let it show.

Now, uh,
I'll be right behind you.

You just give me a couple
of minutes to get the car, hm?

Cab, Miss Holloway?

Just the suitcase,
Miss Holloway.

Jan!

Jan?

Are you all right?

All right, folks, that's it.

Step back.

He tried to k*ll me.

Well, you just
became expendable.

So much for promises.

Joe, I've got
to get out of town.

Out of town's not far enough.

If we don't nail
who's behind this now,

you'll never live long enough
to enjoy lying about your age.

Let's go see if Stan Forester
collects phone numbers.

I tell you, Stan, I've
been through every phone book

printed in the whole wide world.

Unless your party
comes from outer space,

he doesn't have
a phone number CX- .

Most exchanges have dropped the
prefix and gone to all number.

Now, if the CX stands for - ,

there could be
a million chances.

But just CX?

Nothing.

Well... thanks, Alfie.

Send me the bill.

Blind alleys are
half-price this week.

I'll go easy.

Right.
See you around.

Jan, you're sure
that was the number

you gave the people
in Switzerland?

I'm sure.

CX- .

If this is
a smuggling operation, Joe,

it's really big stuff.

I mean, pants, shirts, socks.

Shirts.

That new shirt
that was in the suitcase

with the laundry mark
on the collar.

Now, that had to be
some kind of a code.

And so was that CX number.

Now, you said you
only met Carter Elliot once?

Yes, he... well,
he said he knew a man

who had information
about my brother.

That's how it all started.

And then the other man
got in touch with me.

And the two men who tried to
take the suitcase away from you

in the airport were
complete strangers to you?

Yes.

And you say that they were part

of your welcoming committee.

Yeah, and I think
they may be trying to hijack

a shipment that's on its way.

What shipment, Joe?

Well, somebody is using you
as a numbers runner, Jan.

A go-between that
no one would suspect.

Well, somebody must suspect me.

What about the police Lieutenant
in the airport?

Well, maybe Mrs. Elliot
slipped something to them

just before she was k*lled.

But it didn't
add up to anything.

Well, it still
doesn't add up to anything.

I'm not so sure, Stan.

Now, they used Jan
to exchange a couple of numbers

that somehow adds up
to $ million dollars.

And he told you that
once the suitcase arrived

the transaction was complete?

Yes.

Well, we've got
to assume that it is;

that whatever was coming in,
is already here.

And maybe that CX number

says where it is
and how it got here.

Well, the whole world
is numbers now, Joe.

I mean, it could be a plane,
a truck license,

a locker number
at some steam bath.

Or a... ship registration.

Mm, could be.

Let's find out.

No, I'm afraid not, Stan.

No freighters or passenger ships
with a number like that.

Well, thanks, Morgan.

End of the road.

Roads-- that could be it.

Could be what?

What rides on 'em: trucks.

See, a lot of commodities--
uh, coffee, produce--

Come in now in big containers.

Could be over
on the freight docks.

They hook 'em up
directly to trucks

when they arrive from overseas.

Now, uh,
one of those outfits, uh...

Containerized Express--

I think all their containers
have a CX number.

Stan, I think your operator
just got us our number.

Thank you, Morgan.

I think we better let
the police in on this.

Well, just as soon as I can
prove it's not a wrong number.

What have you got in mind?

Well, so far, it looks like Jan
and I are part of the operation.

I'd like a chance to clean up
our reputation a little.

You got a g*n I can use, Stan?

You going hunting?
Yep.

And if you don't hear
from me within a half hour,

you got my permission
to call the Lieutenant

and tell him I'm hunting on the
freight docks without a license.

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It's Mannix.

Take care of him.

Hold it, Elliot.

Drop it!

Lieutenant DeWolfe, Mannix.

You better get an ambulance.

Jan Holloway's brother--
what happened to him?

Same thing that...
should've happened to you.

I should've never have
let you leave the house alive.

What's in the container?

Pure heroin.

Worth how much?

On the street,

, million dollars, easy.

Easy?!

That's what you think.

You're a hard man to follow.

Yeah, coming from you, DeWolfe,
that's a compliment.

We weren't sure about
you there for a while, Mannix.

That's okay, Lieutenant.

I'm still not sure about you.

You will have to testify,

but I think you'll have
Lieutenant LeBeau on your side.

Right now, he's very impressed
with your memory for numbers.

I did it all for nothing.

You did it
because you're a sister.

Even district attorneys
have sisters.

Joe, I still don't understand
about the suitcase.

Well, you exchanged $ million
in a smuggling transaction,

just by exchanging two numbers
for two different parties,

and they remained in the clear.

But there was nothing
in the suitcase except clothes.

Clothes with
a $ million laundry mark--

A numbered Swiss bank account.

The police are
checking it out now.

What about those men
that b*at you up?

Are they just going
to let them get away?

Even if they catch them,

you don't get much
for roughing up a private eye.

Well, then I guess there's
no penalty at all against this.

You know, when they, uh,
pass a law against that,

we're all in trouble.

And by the way, uh,

Stan Forester would like to take
us out to dinner later tonight.

How about it?

You think
you can keep this date?

Well, I have nothing to wear.

There is a law against that.

You're gonna have
to wear something.