01x07 - Warning: Live Blueberries

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♪ ♪

♪ Om, Hare Rama, Niah ♪

♪ Ni, Hare Rama, Oma ♪

♪ Om, Hare Rama, Niah ♪

♪ Ni, Hare Rama, Oma ♪

♪ Ani, mali, soo... ♪

♪ Ani, mali, soo. ♪

Jerry!

Jerry.

Jerry.

We're going away, Jerry.

We're going far away to Rama.

Why don't you come back?

Come back where?

Where do you think you are?

Oh!

I'm in the center of the earth.

Why did you
do it, Jill?

Why did you
lie to me?

Because I wanted you to see
how golden life could be.

I wanted you
to learn something more

than basketball
and History One.

The taste of blue
and the colors of .

Learn from who? From that phony
or from you?

Look at yourself!

You can't even think
straight anymore.

Jerry!

♪ Ni, Hare Rama ♪

Jerry!

♪ Ani, mali, soo ♪

♪ Ni, Hare Rama... ♪

Jerry?!

♪ ♪

What happened?

He left the
dream, Mr. Wilson.

I can't see
him anymore.

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no.

You're doing it
all wrong.

You use the pick
like a brace,

not like a lever.

You make your first
turn to the right,

not all over
the place.

And you don't hit the
lock with your hand.

All you do is snap it
shut when you do that.

That lock will
never open.

All right, boys.

I've been a burglar

for years,
a professional.

Tell me, who
sent for you?

I'm sorry about that,
Mr. Leone.

Hey, Max!

How are you?

How are you,
yourself?

So this is the kind of business
you end up in?

Oh, now, Max,

you know burglary is
a sadly maligned art.

Mm-hmm.

If you'd taken the job I offered
with Max Bonnett Clothiers,

you'd be head of the whole
West Coast Operation by now,

instead of fooling around
with locks and picks.

Now, be thankful, Max.

Aside from what Mannix
might have done

to the clothing business,

he wouldn't be
a private detective,

which you now need.

What's the problem, Max?

You, uh, remember
my daughter,

Jill?

You used to give her
red balloons,

repair her broken toys.

Yeah, she used
to call me Uncle Fixit.

How is she?

Oh, she's fine.

She's fine.

She's a big girl now.

College girl.

Max, tell him.

You know,
a father worries

when there's nothing
to worry about.

You send your kid away
to school,

that's the last
you hear from her.

All right, Max,

what's really
bothering you?

Who's bothered?

I just want
to know

that she's happy,

that everything's okay.

You, uh... you don't have
to say you're a detective.

You go up there,
you make up a little story,

you ask a couple
of questions,

and when you're satisfied
that everything's all right,

you come on home.

Are you the new
faculty supervisor?

Oh, no, no, uh...

The job does
sound interesting.

I'm looking
for Jill Bonnett.

Hold on.

I'll be dressed
in a second.

Are you a friend
of Jill's?

Well, only professionally.

Uh, you see, I, uh...

Well, she filed a claim
through our insurance company,

uh, on an automobile accident,

and, uh,
the other party settled,

so I've got a check here
for $ for her.

Well, you can
leave it with me.

I'll give
it to her.

Well, no, uh...

No, that-that's
against the rules.

I-I need a receipt
for the other carrier,

and, uh, if I don't get that
by the end of the week,

why, they're just, uh, apt

to cancel the, uh...
the settlement.

Hmm.

You don't want
to blow bucks for her.

Tell you the truth, I
haven't seen Jill all week.

Well, uh, what would you say is
the best way to run Jill down?

Head for Hippieland.

♪ Listen to my bluebird laugh ♪

♪ She can't tell you why ♪

♪ Deep within her heart,
you see ♪

♪ She knows only crying ♪

♪ Just crying ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ There she sits,
a lofty perch ♪

♪ Strangest color blue ♪

♪ Flying is forgotten now ♪

♪ Thinks only of you ♪

♪ Just you ♪

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

You want something?

♪ ...And each is
differently used ♪

♪ You just know... ♪

Oh, yeah.

I'll have a cup of coffee.

Coffee's cents.

We got a minimum--
half a buck.

Give me about cents worth
of apple strudel.

♪ She got soul ♪

♪ She got soul... ♪

What do you say, man?

Like the rag?

Yeah. You got something
to do with it?

Everything, baby, everything.

Editor, publisher,
star reporter.

Name's, uh, Morgan Carpenter.

Oh, uh, Mannix. Joe Mannix.

Mannix.

Yeah.

Insurance business, right, huh?

Hey, that's great.

Listen, how did you know?

I'm a reporter, man.

It's my business
to know people. Dig?

Besides, a lady
named Cindy Gier called.

Said I should keep
an eye out for you.

Pretty wild, huh?

Oh, yeah.
She's great.

Yeah, great.


Yeah, she's, she's
not bad, either.

Want me to fix you up
with her, huh?

Oh, maybe some other time, huh?

Right now I'm looking
for, uh, Jill Bonnett.

How's that, man?

Jill Bonnett.

You know where
I can find her?

Looking for someone?

Maybe I can help you.

I'm Tony.

Oh, yeah. I'm, uh,
looking for Jill Bonnett.

This Bonnett--
what do you want from her?

Oh, well, you see,
I'm an insurance agent.

Uh, I'd like to settle a claim.

You look like a snoop to me.

Snoop? Oh, you mean cop!

No, no. Like I told you,
I'm an insurance man.

I'm not buying.

Go take your business
someplace else.

You're nervous.

Uh, but of course,
that's understandable,

considering the help.

You know, the last time I saw
old Laughing Boy over there,

uh, his portrait was decorating
a post office wall.

Yeah, what was it?

Uh, felonious entry,
or-or was it

as*ault with intent?

Mister, you'd better move on.

But I haven't had
my apple strudel yet.

♪ Soon she's going to fly away ♪

♪ Sadness is her own ♪

♪ Give herself
a bath of tears ♪

Excuse me.

♪ And go home ♪

♪ And go home ♪

♪ And go home ♪

♪ All right... ♪

♪ Listen to my bluebird laugh ♪

♪ She can't tell you why ♪

Move!

♪ Deep within her heart,
you see ♪

♪ She knows only crying ♪

♪ Just crying ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

The alley.

♪ There she sits,
a lofty perch ♪

♪ Strangest color blue ♪

♪ Flying is forgotten now ♪

♪ Thinks only of you... ♪

Let's go!

What do we want to bust
this guy up for?

Let him go.

You losing your
marbles?

The boss said
we do it.

I sure wish you fellows
would change your minds.

♪ And each is differently used ♪

♪ You just know ♪

♪ You sit there mesmerized
by the depth of her eyes ♪

♪ I can tell you no lies ♪

♪ She's got soul... ♪

Would you believe some
of the help over there

took a dislike to me?

Tony.
Tony?

Huh, yeah, Tony, huh.

I should have warned you
not to play with Tony.

Yeah, but this is
Hippieland.

You people are supposed
to be nonviolent.

Tony look like a hippie
to you, man?

What about, uh,
Jill Bonnett?

Hey, listen,
you want my advice?

I'd rather have
some information.

Eh, here,
I'll give you both.

The advice is stay away
from Jill Bonnett;

she's big trouble, baby.

All I want to do is pay
an insurance claim.

How can that
be trouble?
Yeah, okay, okay,
okay, okay.

Still say, you'd be
a lot better off,

you just mail that
insurance check to her.

Huh.

All right, if you insist,
check with the professor.

Professor, uh,
what professor?

The professor, baby.

The sage, the guru.

Professor Roger Wilson,

prophet of the new life.

Oh, yeah, well,
where, uh,

where can I find,
the professor?

The professor, well,
he has this retreat

up in Camp Meridian.

Runs these turn-on
sessions. You dig?

That's where they meditate,
they, uh,

think about things
and fast,

and they tune in
on the eternal Atman.

Yeah, some people
say he's a God.

What do you say?

Uh...

I say if a man believes,

all things are
possible, baby.

Good morning.

What are you
looking for?

Odds and ends,
Professor.

The name is Mannix.

Why do you
come here?

To find the truth.

And what will you
do with it,

after you've
found it?

I'll set a few things
right.

That is God's task.

Some people say that, uh,

you're a God.

We are all part of him.

Who are you looking for,
Mr. Mannix?

Jill Bonnett.

Where is she?

I don't know.

This is the last place
she was seen.

She was troubled.

She came to this place
as you did, Mr. Mannix,

to find truth.

But we can only search
for truth.

To find it
is folly.

Are you trying to tell me,
Professor, that, uh,

to find truth is dangerous?

Jerry Robles d*ed.

It was a terrible accident.

A funny kind
of an accident,

don't you think,
Professor?

I mean, uh, a boy
who's a trained athlete,

suddenly finds himself
falling over a level cliff.

How do you suppose
that happened?

I wasn't there, Mr. Mannix.

Unfortunately, nobody was.

Well, we might just theorize,
uh, maybe he jumped?

What do you think,
Professor?

You think he might
have k*lled himself?

Or maybe somebody pushed him?

Where is she?
Who?

Well, you do get around,
don't you?

Look, mister,
I don't know who you are,

but stay out of this.

Look, uh, Ken,
I-I'm a basketball fan.

Who cares about that?

Look, mister, my buddy's dead,

did you know that?

Jerry Robles?

She k*lled him,
didn't she?

His girlfriend.

She, who?

Jill Bonnett.

She was using him.

If it wasn't for her,
he'd be alive right now.

Look, if, uh, Jill was
Jerry's girlfriend,

why would she want
to hurt him?

In the brief time
that I knew him,

I could see
they loved each other.

He started seeing her,
he changed.

He started taking her
to the coffee house,

then up here,

to the professor's
psychedelic happenings.

He didn't want to go,

but he was hung up on her.

He, he couldn't
say no.

Why not?

Because he was in love with her.

She must be quite a girl.

She, she's very beautiful.

Go home, Ken.

Go back to school and
play basketball.

Joseph Mannix?

That's right.
What's the problem?

You're the problem, Mannix.

We've been keeping Wilson
under surveillance.

That's his problem.

Listen, Mannix,
I don't like wise guys.

You Intertect people think

you're running your own
police force. Well, you're not.

You're as liable
as anybody else

when you interfere
with the law.

I'm not interfering
with anything.

I don't even know why you're
interested in the professor.

Because I think he's
experimenting with dr*gs,

because a kid d*ed up
at his place last week,

and I want to know
what's going on up there.

Why don't you raid the place?

We need some kind of evidence
to warrant a search.

We're collecting that evidence,
Mannix,

and we don't want you getting
in the way.

Is that all, Sheriff?

All right, Mannix.

Get lost.

But take this with you.

You think
you're immune

because you're carrying
a private cop's card,

well, you're not.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're on the other side
of the fence,

and you make
one wrong move,

I'll nail you to the wall.

Hello!

Oh, yeah, Parker.

The professor's operating
under an assumed name, why?

He's got a criminal record?

Yeah, well, that part about
the dr*gs doesn't surprise me.

Yeah, look, Parker, I'll, uh,

I'll get back to you
for the rest of it.

Su...

Surprise.

I'm sorry.

I hope I didn't
startle you.

No, I'm always used to
getting a heart att*ck

at : in the afternoon.

I'm Jill.

Yeah, I know.

I heard you were
looking for me.

Well, I was
in the neighborhood,

I thought
I'd just drop by.

Posing as an
insurance
adjuster.

Oh, come on,
Uncle Fixit,
what's going on?

My father asked you
to check up on me?

Well, he was worried,
after all;

you haven't, uh,
called him in two weeks.

Yeah, I know,
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to just
disappear like that.

I suppose you heard
about Jerry.

Well, not as much
as I'd like to.

We were in love.

And, uh,
you're all over that now.

Please tell Daddy, that, um,

that everything's all right,

and that I left on account
of what happened.

I'm all right
now.

I can't do that Jill.

Why not?

Because you're lying.

You were sent here
on the professor's orders.

He got all shook up
when I went calling.

So he sent me
what I was looking for-- you.

That's not true!

What's the professor hiding,
Jill?

What are you
hiding?

It's none of your business!

Your father thinks it is.

It's none of his business
either!

I don't want him interfering
with my life,

I'm happy now
I found what I want!

If you're so happy,
why the hysteria?

Got all the answers...

all your wise words.

You don't know anything
about what it's like to...

To what Jill?

What is it?

Professor Wilson, his name
was Albert Rogers then,

was implicated
in the drug death

of a girl student
at Grantland University.

No conviction, huh?

Well, charges were filed,
but they were dropped.

Now, that was two years ago.

Now, last year,
he shows up

as lessee of the Camp
Meridian Estates.

Now, you might be interested
in the annual rent...

...one dollar.

Who's the philanthropist?

Oh, now, he's a man
by the name of Ralph Warden,

who also happens
to own the Lost Dimension.

Yeah,

yeah, that's run
by a gorilla

named Tony something
or other.

Get me
a rundown...
Mannix,

you're not teaching a fox
to steal eggs.

A rundown on all
of Warden's employees--

Tony Lupcio, manager
of Lost Dimension,

uh, convicted ni...

Parker here.

It's for you.

Yeah?

Come on, what are
you talking about?

Max says you've done
what he asked you to.

The job is finished.

Jill phoned.

She assured me
everything was fine.

Well, I'm glad
you're assured.

If you want my advice, Max,
you'll retain us

until we tell you
the job is finished.

Uh, just a minute.

Since when did we start
soliciting business?

When the client
terminates our services,

that's the end of it.

The client wanted us
to find out

if his daughter was in trouble,
and get her out of it.

Well, she's in trouble
all right.

I haven't got the
slightest idea how to
get her out of it.

Well, I trust her!

She tells me she's all
right, I believe it.

You really believe it, Max?

Would I say so
if I didn't?

Mannix,

you sure
about that trouble?

Yeah, and the police
are in on it.

They've got Professor
Wilson's place

under surveillance,

waiting to nail him
on a narcotics rap.

Of course,
there's always the chance

that when they raid the place,
Max, Jill won't be there.

You've got to take
the chance, Max.

You've got to gamble that
Jill will understand someday.

Now you might lose her,
but you've got to protect her.

There's somebody
following us.

Good afternoon, Mr. Mannix.

Professor, where's Jill Bonnett?

I told you earlier...
I followed her.

She was here the last time
I was here, too.

You sent her after me
to get me off your back.

I have no reason to hide
anything from you.

I think you've got
a lot of reasons.

Like your connections
with a man named Warden.

And another one called
Tony Lupcio.

I'll handle it,
Professor.

Me and the snoop are going
to have a little talk.

Well, you've come up
in the world, Tony.

From an armed robbery
conviction in

to a disciple
in a new religion.

Well, that's free enterprise.
Any objections?

The question is,
what is the new religion?

And where does Ralph Warden
fit into it?

You're moving in
over your head, Mannix.

That's where
the action is, Tony,

you know that.

Tell me, why would Warden lease
a valuable piece of property

to an eccentric professor
for a buck a year?

What's the racket, Tony?

And just where does
Jill Bonnett fit into it?

Boys.

Take him to the cabin.

Keep him there until I ask
Mr. Warden what to do with him.

Go on.

That v*olence was
totally unjustified.

Yeah.

Tempers flared in the chambers
of the city council today

as the only female member
of the council was accused of...

Hey, you come to.

I was beginning to wonder
maybe you got hit too hard.

From whose point of view?

On the local sports front,

the next opponent for
the Idaho Tech basketball team

will be Pacific State.

Undefeated
in their first games,

the State Rangers
are heavy favorites

to run the string to

against the talented
but inexperienced Indians.

Idaho Tech has a front line that
averages six feet five inches,

paced by Kenny Hollecutt's
points per game.

-X.

What's the line on Pacific
State-Idaho Tech tomorrow night?

Pacific State by , huh?

Well, let me have
$ on Idaho.

Yeah.

Bye.

You seem pretty confident
about Idaho.

How about letting me in
on the action?

You want to bet on Idaho?

Sure, I've got
a thousand bucks on me.

If I win, we'll
split the winnings.

It's right here in my wallet
in the coat pocket.

Judy?

Yeah, Mannix here.

Listen, give me
the computer room.

I want a fast rundown
on an address.

Yeah, the phone number
is - .

I don't care!

I don't care, Tony.

I am worried and
I think I've a right to.

Sure, sure.

Everything's perfect
until something goes wrong.

I'm laying bets as fast
as the bookies can cover them.

It's going great,
Mr. Warden.

With out-of-town
action counted in,

we should have $ , or
$ , down by game time.

I don't want things to get
messed up like the last time

when the Robles kid
took a spill.

I still can't figure
Robles going off a cliff.

I don't want a slipup
with this other kid.

We got money down.

I checked Jill, Mr. Warden,

she's taking care of her end.

The odds on tomorrow's
game, Mr. Warden,

are still
very, very sweet.

Before he d*ed, it was all
two to one money to cover.

Where were we, Tony?

It looked like
we had time.

It was safer to be sure
the kid couldn't play.

You got an invitation?

Forgot to bring it.

Let's take a walk.

Darling.

Now, isn't that just like a man?

I send you off to get
a glass of champagne,

and you disappear
for half an hour.

Who have you been
flirting with?

Oh, uh...

well, I'm, I'm sorry
about that, honey.

I ran into an old
business friend...

and him.

He's got no
invitation.

Of course not.
He's with me.

Thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

You're not in the
insurance business.

Anyone else here
who'd recognize you?

Tony Lupcio.

I spotted him
on the way in.

I've suddenly
become irresistible?

Practically.

Also, Tony

and Mr. Warden

don't get curious
about kisses.

They might about
conversation.

Besides, do you know a nicer
way to avoid being seen?

You know, I got a funny feeling
you're trying to distract me.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing. It's just that,
uh, I'm such a worrier.

For example?

Jill Bonnett.

You're playing a dangerous
game, you know that?

So are you, Cindy.

But I know the game, Mannix.

I'm just trying to
keep you out of it.

Why?

Because you're nice.

Because I don't want to see
you get yourself k*lled.

I think it's time you start
worrying about yourself, Cindy.

I can handle myself.

I've been doing it
for a long time.

But Jill hasn't.

Grown-up people make
their own decisions.

Jill's only a kid.

Somehow I don't believe
in progressive education.

She's running around
with a rough crowd.

Whatever's going on,
I'd like to see her out of it.

Are you a cop?

I'm a private detective
working for her father.

Now if you're really
her friend, Cindy,

you'll help me out.

She's up at Camp Meridian
at Wilson's place.

Get her out of
there by : a.m.

Why the deadline?

Because Warden tipped the police
to a narcotics stash.

They're going to raid
the place at : .

That doesn't make sense.

Warden owns the place.

Why would he blow the whistle
on his own tenants?

I can't tell you that.

Please don't ask me anymore.

Just get her
out of there by : .

Thanks, Cindy.

May I see your license, please?

Joseph Mannix?

That's right, Intertect.

I'm on my way up
to Professor Wilson's place.

I'm sorry,
that area's closed off now.

You fellows are going in,
aren't you?

I'm sure it's all right.

We've been working on this
with the sheriff.

Yeah, we're moving in at : --
another minutes.

I'd keep out of
this part of it.

Could be some gunplay.

Thanks anyway, Officer.

Police are raiding this place
in less than five minutes.

You're going with me.
Let me go!

You're not going
to k*ll me!

You're not going to...

What's he loaded on?

Trifenic acid-- it's mild,
it'll wear off by morning.

Let's go;
my car is parked by the road.

You sit tight, Jill,
I'll only be a minute.

Come on, Ken.

Jill!

Hey, what's this,
what's this?

It's okay, Charley,
he's a friend of mine.

He's going to be all
right in a couple hours.

Give him a room
with a bath

and fix him up with
a pot of hot coffee.

Then see that he gets
to the college gym

tonight a little
before : , huh?

What am I running here-- a
delivery service for athletes?

Well, I think $ ought
to cover it, eh, Charley?

For thirty bucks, I'm a
delivery service for athletes.

Right.

All right, kid.

What's your name?

How do you spell it?

Inside.

All right, you can
save that for later.

Now, I want some
information.

Who gave you the
drug to give to Ken?

The professor?

No, it was Tony.

Why did you do it?

They made me do it.

They said if I didn't do it,
they wouldn't protect me.

Protect you
from what?

The police.

I k*lled Jerry.

I pushed him off the cliff.

We were having
an argument,

and the next thing I knew,
he was dead.

I must have pushed him.

Must have?

What do you mean, you
must have pushed him?

Don't you know?!

Everything was so hazy.

Everything was going up
and down in time.

I remember running
through the woods.

Then arguing with Jerry.

He was dead.

Tony told me later...
I k*lled him.

...Pacific with the ball.
Here they come-- three on two.

Kenny Hollecutt
in the middle lane.

He drives the key.

He goes under,
he lays it up... and in.

And with five minutes remaining
in the fourth quarter,

Pacific State leads by .

There's State with the ball
again. Another fine...

It was all set up so beautiful
like it couldn't go wrong.

But it did go wrong.

Bad news?

So you're the wise guy
who snatched Hollecutt.

Just trying to keep a nice kid
out of trouble.

I lost a fortune on that game.

Oh, I'm sure you've got
enough money left

to buy your candy and cigarettes
for the next years.

In the state pen.

Nobody's gonna bust
me for gambling.

Gambling, maybe not.

Narcotics--
that's another story.

So is m*rder.

m*rder? What are you
talking about, m*rder?

Jerry Robles--
the original sucker.

Hey, you must be out of
your head-- that Robles
operation was a flop.

He d*ed before we
could get a bet down.

We couldn't bet
afterwards

because we'd already
lost the point spread.

So, what would I
want to k*ll him for?

♪ Stop, children,
what's that sound? ♪

♪ Everybody look
what's going down... ♪

♪ There's battle lines
being drawn ♪

♪ Nobody's right
if everybody's wrong ♪

♪ Young people speaking
their minds ♪

Getting so much resistance
from behind... ♪
Hey, man.

Nice looking at you again.

You seem to be in
a good mood, Morgan.

Well, uh, no point in being
gloomy is my philosophy.

Well, that's a good philosophy,

especially since you're in
for some rough days ahead.

That right?

Any good reason for that?

m*rder in the first degree.

You'd be surprised
how shook up some people get

over a little think like that.

Would you elucidate
on that for me, man?

Yeah, it's simple enough.

Warden planned on
getting Jerry Robles

involved in the professor's
psychedelic culture,

and laying a big
bet on the game.

Next, he'd tip off the cops
and get Jerry arrested

so that he couldn't play
in the game.

And collect on his bet.

Hey, man, that's a groovy idea.

Yeah.
Unless Robles doesn't bite.

But by then you're
in big trouble,

because you were so sure
the scheme would work,

you laid every dime
you could beg,

borrow or steal
on the game.

When you realized
Robles would have

no part of the drug,
you k*lled him.

And you told the professor
and Tony that Jill did it.

Oh, man, you sure have
some funny dreams.

Yeah, well, it worked out fine
for you,

but not for Warden.

'Cause you k*lled Robles

before he could
place his big bet.

So he looked around
for another setup.

Enter Ken Hollecutt.

Uh, who's this, uh, Warden cat?
I don't know him.

You were at his house
the night before last.

I overheard you
from the next room.

Well...

Uh... the lights must be, uh,
blowing your mind, man.

You k*lled him!

Come on, Ken!

He k*lled my friend!

He'll pay for it.

Well, you hit
the jackpot.

Pick up Professor Wilson
and Ralph Warden.

Yeah, and they got
a guy named Tony Lupcio

and some assorted
chums with him.

You can book them
on as*ault,

attempted fraud,
narcotics violation...

Well, that ought to hold
them until I can get down

to the station and give
you a complete rundown.

Look, Ken, you
played a great game.

You won a ball
game tonight.

You've got another
game next week.

Now, why don't you
just think about that?

Ken...

I'm sorry.

What's the difference?

It all comes out the same.

It's funny.

When I was a little girl, I...

I used to think of how great
it would be when I grew up.

Things I could do.

But it's no good
just growing up.

Is it?

Is it, Uncle Fixit?