05x07 - Run Till Dark

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Okay, on your toes. There you go!

That's the way. Pick it up.

Come on, stretch.
Stretch first.

Way to go. Hit one.

Mr. Thomas...

Okay, man on first and second.

Get two.

Okay, let's go.

I got it, you guys.

That's it, boys.
That's it for today.

Fellows, hold it a second.

Now, tomorrow, everybody on time.

Right?
Yeah.

All right, fellas,
we've got a lot of work to do

if we're going to win
this championship, right?

Yeah.
Okay, boys, hit the road.

Sleep well.
Okay, now don't be late, you guys.

On time.

Hey, don't be late.

Okay, see you.

We can b*at those guys.

I just know we can.

Right on, kid, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. See ya, Coach.

Bye.

Bye.

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Okay, now, keep your eye on the ball.

That's good.

Come on, you're stepping back too far.

Get up closer. Come on.

You're swinging too wide.

Hi, fellows.
Hi.

I'm looking for a Mr. Brewster.

Are you Joe Mannix?
That's right.

I'm Steve Brewster, sir.

You're the one that called
my answering service?

Yes, sir.
What can I do for you?

It's about Lee Thomas, Mr. Mannix.

He's disappeared.

He'd never miss an important practice
unless something happened to him.

We're playing
for the league championship next week.

He told us--
Now wait a minute, take it easy.

Just who is Lee Thomas?

Our manager.

We called the place where he works
and found out he didn't show up today.

He didn't get home last night either.

We called the police,
and they took his description.

They said they'd put him
on the list of missing persons,

but there must be a million of those.

Mr. Mannix, we chipped in all we could,

and some of us can get
some more from our parents.

Now, why don't you hang
onto that for the time being,

at least until we find out if I can help you.

Now, uh, when was the last time
you saw Mr. Thomas?

Yesterday.

He was putting the equipment away
in the other building.

Want me to show you?

Yeah.
Okay.

Keep going, you guys.
Five swings for everyone.

Come on.

Now, the last time you saw Mr. Thomas
yesterday was when he was coming in here.

Yes, sir.

What time was that?

A few minutes before six,
just when we were going home.

Is it blood, Mr. Mannix?

Why don't you kids go on back to practice.

I'll let you know if I come up
with anything, huh?

Okay.
Okay.

Well, we had a number of accidents
and injuries admitted last night.

Now, what kind did you have in mind?

I'm not sure, but it happened near here.

Do you know if anybody was brought in
from the park area,

where the kids' baseball field is?

Park, park, park, park...

Yes, here it is.

Henry Smith, male Caucasian,

: hours.

That's eight minutes after : p.m.

Ambulance case?

No, no, a couple found him
lying in the parking area

and brought him in by car.

Do you have any idea who they were?

No, they didn't leave their names.

Well, what about the doctor that treated him?

Yes, Dr. Jackson.

I wonder if I might talk to him.

Yes, I saw him going down
to the doctors' lounge a few minutes ago.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Yeah, I remember the man.

Compound fracture of the right radius,
a few contusions.

Lost a bit of blood.
Nothing serious.

Cream and sugar in your coffee?
No, thanks.

Do you have any idea how he was hurt, Doc?

Hit-and-run, he said.

Hm, I'd like to see him.

I'm afraid you can't, Mr. Mannix.

Why not?
He's gone.

Gone?

He couldn't wait to get
to a phone last night.

Some of his relatives came by
and picked him up in a private ambulance.

Tell me, Doc, uh,

did he have any other injuries
besides those you mentioned?

A few facial bruises, nothing serious.

Wouldn't you say he was pretty lucky--

I mean, for a hit-and-run victim?

Yeah, I'd say he was lucky,

but then you never know in hit-and-runs.

Doctor Jackson.

Doctor Jackson, please.
Oh, that's me.

Sorry I couldn't be more help to you,
Mr. Mannix.

Yes, uh-huh.

Thanks, Vivien.

Ciao.

The license number's registered
to a Harry Osborn.

Address-- Marlboro Arms, in Santa Monica.

Harry Osborn.

Well, well, well.

You know him, Joe?

I used to before they locked him up.
I heard he got out a couple of months ago.

Is he a criminal?

He's a button man for the syndicate.

A button man-- what does a button man do?

Anything he's paid to do.

I think I'll just return these to Mr. Osborn.

Yeah?

It's Joe Mannix.
I want to talk to you.

What about?
I've got your car keys, Harry.

Shove 'em under the door.
I'll mail you a tip.

I also want to talk to you
about your accident.

Uh, just a second, Mannix.
I'll be right with you.

Come on in, Mannix.
The door's unlocked.

There you are, Harry.
Drop them on the table.

How'd you know about my accident?

I'm a baseball fan.

Oh, you look terrible, Harry.
How'd it happen?

Car hit me.
In the locker room?

Don't hassle me, Mannix.
I'm warning you.

Where's Lee Thomas?
Who?

If I find out something
happened to him, Harry--

b*at it.
I'll be back.

b*at it, Mannix.

You know, you're going to get in trouble
with your parole officer.

What are you talking about?

You shouldn't read a loaded magazine.

Three points.

You don't take chances you don't win.

You should have picked up the eight of clubs.

Yeah.

Joe Mannix was just here
asking about Lee Thomas.

Yeah? What'd you tell him?

Nothing.

What do you think I am, stupid?

You want me to answer that after yesterday?

I don't know how much Mannix
has picked up so far,

but if he finds out about the kid,
we're in trouble.

I'll get on it this time.

Did you check his room
for a note or anything?

Mm-hm. You know,
I don't think he even slept there last night,

and all his clothes are still there, too.

You'll call me if you hear anything,
won't you, Mr. Bryant?

I'll call you, Barbara.
Thank you.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

Maybe.

My name is Joe Mannix.
I'm a private investigator.

Something wrong?

Well, I'm looking for a Lee Thomas.

So am |.
He's gone.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, : yesterday afternoon.
He left for the park.

Crazy about baseball.
He manages a kid's team.

What else can you tell me about him?
Why? Is he in trouble?

I won't really know until I find him.

Well, I can't tell you much, Mr. Mannix.

He's pleasant, but kind of quiet,

and he never talked much about himself.

How long has he worked for you?

Oh, seven or eight months.

Good mechanic, great hands.

Any idea where he's from?

No.

But he never gave me a minute's trouble.

He did his work, never watched a clock.

I can't pay him what he's worth,
but I let him sleep upstairs.

There's a room and bath up there.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Uh, not that I know of.

I wonder if I might borrow
a wrench or some tool

that might have his fingerprints on it.

Why?

Well, Lee Thomas didn't exist
up till eight months ago.

That's when they issued
his Social Security number.

You figured he changed his name, huh?

It looks that way.

Well, if his prints are on file,
we'll find him,

and if I can put a name to him,
maybe I can help him.

Well, his toolbox is over there on the bench.

This one?

Yeah, that's the one.

Don't pick it up till I tell you.

All right, lady, now.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Hi, Peggy, I'm on my way in.
Anything new?

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Uh, you had a couple of calls, sir,
but nothing urgent.

Uh, thanks, Peggy.
I'll be there in about minutes.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

Very good.
You're a smart girl.

So far.

Just don't try and get stupid
when he gets here.

Okay?

It's after minutes.
What's keeping him?

I don't know.

Come on, sit down over here, will you?
You're making me nervous.

Stay the way you are.

Look out, Joel

That's it. Freeze!

You all right, Peggy?

Yes.

All right, take them downtown and book them.

You're a very smart girl, Peggy.

Everyone's been telling me that.

I wasn't sure you'd understand.

Well, anytime you start calling me Mr. Mannix
or sir, I know something's wrong.

What were they after anyway?

One of them said they wanted some answers,

and if Joe gave them to them,
he wouldn't get hurt.

I could use some answers myself.

I don't even know the questions yet.

Peggy called the DMV this morning,
looking for an address on Harry Osborn.

Now these two g*ons pay you a visit.

What are you working on, Joe?
A missing person.

And there are quite a few people
who want to know his whereabouts.

And does this missing person have a name?

Well, he doesn't go by the name his mother
gave him, but this might help.

It should have his fingerprints on it.

Robert Warren--

Convicted on one count
of possession of heroin,

sentenced one to five years
in a Federal Correctional Institution,

Terminal Island, California,

served one year, eight months,

paroled October three of last year.

Anything else?
Yeah.

He's wanted for parole violation.

He never even made the first report
to the parole officer.

Just dropped out of sight the day he got out.

And became Lee Thomas.

Any of the pieces fitting into place
in that puzzle of yours?

I don't get you.

One-- there's Harry Osborn,

who worked for Charlie Larrabee
and probably still does.

Then we've got those two hoods
who tried to jump you in your office.

Now, we've got this Lee Thomas,

who served time at Terminal Island
with Larrabee, who's still there.

Now, why is Thomas on the run?

That is what I'm trying to find out.

Do you think he could have
double-crossed Larrabee?

First offender, no previous records?
Not likely.

Uh, stranger things have happened, Joe.

The kid was in on a narcotics rap,

and Larrabee had the biggest heroin
distribution setup on the coast.

Nobody double-crosses Larrabee,

which is probably just what
your missing person is finding out.

Maybe you're right.

Could have been a contract out on Lee
Thomas

the minute he walked
out that prison gate,

and it's taken this long for Larrabee's boys
to catch up with him.

Also, nobody with any sense

interferes with Larrabee,

not even successful private investigators.

Meaning what?

Meaning, why don't you leave this to us?

Maybe I don't want to let my clients down.

Clients? You mean there's more than one?
Nine.

Mixed up with racketeers.

I just don't believe it, Mr. Mannix.
You don't know him.

You'd better tell me all you know about him,
Mr. Bryant.

They're looking for him.

If they find him before I do,
they'll k*ll him.

Well, I guess you ought to talk to Barbara.

The girlfriend you said he didn't have?

Barbara Joyce.
I-- I just didn't want to get her involved.

I don't know where he is, I tell you.
I don't have any idea.

You'd better start getting an idea,
Sweetheart, and pretty soon.

I'm a busy man.

I don't have the time or the patience
for this thing, if you know what I mean!

I'm telling you the truth!

Come here.

Now you get rid of whoever it is.

Miss Joyce?

I-I'm very sorry.
I'm busy right now.

My name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you about Lee Thomas.

Some other time, please, Mr. Mannix.

It's very important.

He could be in very serious trouble.

It doesn't have anything to do with me.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

Where's Lee Thomas?

Please, I told you I don't know.
I haven't heard from him.

We'll find him anyhow.

Why waste time?
All we want to do is talk to him.

I've told you over and over again.
I don't know where he is.

Look, Thomas liked you.

He wouldn't go away without telling you
where he went.

Well, he didn't.

He hasn't called,
and I don't know where he is.

Look, I'm not leaving until I find out.

I don't know how much of this you can take!

Miss Joyce?
I'm all right.

Looks like you got a big one this time.

Mel Coley--
another one of Larrabee's boys.

We'll send him up to join his boss.

Are you kidding?
I'll be out on the street in two hours.

Take him downtown.

Miss Joyce, if you feel all right,
I'd like you to come downtown.

I have a report on Lee Thomas
I'd like you to read.

Did you finish it?

Yes.

Well, Miss Joyce?

If Lee was in prison, it was a mistake.
He's not a criminal.

But he didn't tell you his real identity,
did he?

He must have had a good reason.

He would have told me sooner or later.
I know he would.

Barbara, he was in prison
with Charlie Larrabee,

the man we told you about.

Now, he must have done something

to get Larrabee mad enough to send
people out to try and k*ll him.

I knew there was something wrong all along.

I knew there was something
he was holding back.

He didn't tell you any of it?

I wish he would have.
It wouldn't have made any difference.

Lee is a good man.

I don't care what he's suspected of,
he's a good man.

He's not a criminal.

Were you going to be married?

We didn't talk about that.

But he loves me.

And he knows I love him.

I just wish there was something
I could do to help him.

There is, Miss Joyce.

Get him to turn himself in.

But he'll go back to prison
for parole violation.

At least that's better
than being hunted down.

But he'll be k*lled in prison by that--
that man Larrabee.

We can arrange for protective custody.
He'll be safe.

I don't know where he is.
I haven't heard from him.

He has no one else.

If he tries to reach anyone, Barbara,
it'll be you.

If you get a letter or a phone call,

would you let Lieutenant Malcolm
or me know right away.

Yes.

You'll keep looking for him, won't you?

Sure.

Oh, Miss Joyce, there'll be a patrol car
stopping by your apartment

from time to time just in case.

Thank you.

I don't know what more I can tell you
about the boy, Joe.

He seemed out of place here.

He was no criminal.
At least, I didn't think so.

Well, I guess I was wrong.

Warden, do you think he knew
Charlie Larrabee?

Possibly. They were in the same cell block.

And he was released October third.

Saturday. It was a day to remember.

Yes? Send him in.

Larrabee.

You sent for me, Warden?

Yes, Larrabee.

Long time, Charlie.

You here on a visit, Mannix,
or did they finally catch up to you?

Sit down, Larrabee.

Mr. Mannix wants to ask you a few questions.

Yes, sir.

What do you know about Lee Thomas?

Never heard of him.
How about Robert Warren?

Yeah, sounds familiar.
It ought to.

He did better than a year and a half here

in your cell block.

Narcotics rap.

Yeah, shortstop.
Played on the baseball team.

Punk.
He doesn't work for you?

Him? What would I need him for?

Then why are your boys after him?

Boys, what boys?
Come on, Charlie.

Now, look, Mannix.

The minute that kid walked out of here,
I didn't give him a second thought.

He's got problems, they're his own.

My hands are clean.

I've served nine out of years.
I'm up for parole next month.

Now, why would I want to make waves?

So you're getting out, huh?

Good behavior.

Anything else, Warden?
Joe?

No.

See you next month, Mannix... outside.

Warden, you said when that kid got out,
it was a day to remember.

Why?
We had a su1c1de.

Tiger Banks, Larrabee's right-hand man.

We found him in the shower room.

He was dead
from an overdose of heroin,

smuggled into the prison.

You sure it was su1c1de?

Yes.

Tiger Banks knew too much about dr*gs

to accidentally give himself
an overdose of heroin.

An impressive character, this Tiger Banks,

arrests, two convictions.

And he was due for a parole review
only two months after he d*ed.

Now, why would he k*ll himself?

Well, it could have been
an accidental overdose.

The needle was found in his hand.

Somebody else could have put it there.

Somebody like Lee Thomas?

Well, it sure adds up to a good reason

for him to jump parole and change his name
the day Tiger Banks d*ed.

And Larrabee's men
have been after him ever since.

Yeah, what motives would the kid have
to k*ll Banks?

I didn't say he did.
I don't know.

We'll just have to keep digging.

Malcolm.

Hi, Peggy, yeah, he's here.
Hold on.

Yeah, Peggy.

Joe, a Willie Small just called.

He wants to see you.
He says it's urgent.

Willie Small-- you know him?

An informer.
Reliable?

So far.
Where and when, Peggy?

At the Commodore's Cap.

It's a saloon down in Redondo Beach.
Right now.

On my way.

IJ

Beer.

Thank you.

Mr. Mannix?
That's right.

Willie Small.

What've you got, Willie?

Information for sale.

About what?

About the kid.

What'll it cost?

Cost you a C note.

If it's something I don't already know.

Al right.

The kid knocked off Tiger Banks.

When?
Last year.

The same day he got outta Terminal Island.

Tiger Banks is on the books as a su1c1de.

Yeah, sure.

The kid and him--

Well, Tiger got kind of fond of the kid,

told him he could use him on the outside,

and he also told him about some H
that belonged to Charlie Larrabee,

pounds of heroin.

. On the street that's two million bucks.

You mean, the kid and Tiger Banks
were double-crossing Larrabee?

That's what I hear.
We got a deal?

So far.

Keep talking.

Well, the kid,

he got greedy,
and he wanted the whole bundle,

so he shoved the Tiger into a corner

in the shower room
and sh*t him full of an overdose.

And that's why Larrabee's boys are after him?

Why else?

The stuff ain't turned up any place.

And if it did, Larrabee would know
about it in minutes.

So the kid still has the stuff?

Oh, Mannix, come on.
Come on.

I have already stuck my neck out feet.

I earned that C note twice over.

Does Larrabee figure
the kid still has the stuff?

They trailed him for a week.

When he wasn't in the garage,
he was hanging around with kids.

So where could the stuff be?

You set me up, didn't you?

Didn't you, Willie boy?

I had to.
Mannix, I had to.

They would have k*lled me.
One of Larrabee's boys?

Yeah, yeah.
Harry Osborn.

There never was any heroin, was there?

Was there?

I don't know.
Honest, I don't know.

What did they pay you?
Two hundred.

Listen, I got to get out of town.

But I do have some information for you.
I think you'll want it.

And it's on the up and up, this time.
And it's free, absolutely free.

But you've got to let me go.

Go ahead.

They want the kid real bad.

They put a tap on the girl's phone.

Hello.

Hi, honey.
How are you?

Lee. Oh, Lee, I'm fine.

I'm fine.
Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I miss you.

Oh, Lee, I miss you.
I miss you so much.

Don't cry.

Lee, the police were here.

Anybody else?
Yes.

Yes, a man tried to make me tell him
where you were.

Did he give you a bad time?
Oh, it doesn't matter now.

Lee, where are you?
Can I help you?

No. I just called to say good-bye

and to tell you that I love you.

Lee, listen, I don't care
what they say you've done.

I just want to be with you.

Look, it's no use.

I've got to hang up.

Just remember one thing.

I first told you that I loved you on
Valentine's Day, remember?

Yes, yes, Valentine's Day.

I still feel exactly the same way
as I did then.

So do |.
Good-bye.

Good-bye.

"Valentine's Day."

Could be some kind of code.

Yes, she's putting on her jacket.

We'd better get over there
and find out where she's headed.

We want to talk to you.

What's going on here?

Call an ambulance.

Hello, Barbara.

How are you?

Oh, well,
I've got a couple of sprained ankles.

My head hurts.

Other than that, I'm fine.

You'll be out of here in no time.

Well, that's what the doctor says.

Lee phoned.

Did he tell you where he was?

No, not directly,
but from something he said, I think I know.

Something he said?

Do you think anybody else
would know what he meant?

No. Why?

Your phone was tapped.
That's why those men came after you.

If I tell you where he is,
will you go talk to him?

I mean, just you, no police?

All I can do is try and convince him
that he's got to give himself up.

I can't protect him from the law, Barbara.

You've got to trust me.

He said, "Valentine's Day."

We went to Flowerland in the Valley.

He bought me an African Violet plant.
It's in my apartment.

Funny, I never did like
African violets until then.

Try not to worry too much, huh?

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

One more time.

Valentine's Day.

"Val--" that doesn't mean a thing to me.

I gave the wife a box of chocolates,
that's all.

What did they do that day,
the kid and his girl?

Six months ago.
How should I know?

You'd better,come up with something
or we're going to pay a visit to your wife,

and it won't be to give her
a box of chocolates.

No, please.

She doesn't know any more than I do.

Hey. Maybe a present, like he said?

What're you talking about?

Maybe the kid gave the dame a present
for Valentine's Day.

Yeah. What was it?

A plant, just a plant.

"Flowerland."

Lee?

Lee Thomas.

Hold it!

Take it easy, Lee.
Barbara sent me.

She told you where I was, just like that?

She told me you weren't a criminal,
and I was counting on her being right.

Who are you?
Joe Mannix, a private investigator.

My identification is in my pocket.

Turn around.
Turn around!

I'm more interested in this.

Now look, I could've brought
the police with me.

I was afraid you might try and sh**t
your way out and get yourself k*lled.

Turn around.

Now listen to me, Lee.

Barbara would have met you herself,
but she got hurt.

What do you mean, hurt?

She was on her way here
when she fell off a fire escape,

trying to get away from Larrabee's men.

How bad is she?

She's all right.

Next time she might not be so lucky.

As long as Larrabee knows
she might contact you, she's in trouble.

So she hired you?

No. A baseball team did.

They're worried about you, too.

All right, Mannix,

how can you help me?

You've got to quit running.

You can't get away from Larrabee,
and you know it,

especially since he's getting out next month.

Well, in or out, he's right on my neck.

You've got to give yourself up.

No chance.
If I do, I'm dead.

Why? Because you k*lled Tiger Banks
with an overdose

and made it look like su1c1de?

Me? That's funny.

Maybe you ought to let me in on the joke.

Because I didn't k*ll Tiger Banks,
but I saw who did.

Now, Mannix, you listen to me.

The day I got out,

I walked into the shower room
to get cleaned up

before I changed into my civvies,

and there was Tiger Banks lying on the floor.

Charlie Larrabee had the needle,
and I saw him put it in Tiger Banks's hand.

Now, Larrabee turned,
and he looked me right in the eye,

and I knew what would happen.

And I ran,
and I have been running ever since.

Behind the wall.

Larrabee's boys.

What do we do?

While I draw them off,
you work your way around to the gate,

call the police.

I'll meet you at the bridge.

Looks like they separated.

Make sure no one gets through that gate.

I'll take care of Mannix.

Drop the g*n, Mannix.

Drop it.

Move out.

Nice work, Mannix.

Did you get through to the police?

Yeah, I talked to a Lieutenant Malcolm.

He's on his way.

Yeah, he's gonna be happy to find out

Larrabee won't be getting
out of prison next month.

Or ever.

Honey.

Lee.

Lee. Oh, oh...

Okay.

Honey, how do you feel?

Oh, I'm just fine.

I'm just fine.

I'm going to have company around the clock,

just until the trial.

It was the District Attorney's idea.

It's going to be all right, believe me.

What about the game tomorrow?

The boys are counting on you.

I'll be there tomorrow.

In fact, I've got a pretty good
stand-in for practice today.

All right, Men, there's a runner on third.

The play is at home.
On your toes.

That's the way to hustle.
Okay.

All right.
Second base is the play.

Here we go.
All right.

That's the way to hustle, g*ng.
Come on.

That's it. Bring it home.
Bring it home.

That's the way to hustle. All right.

There's a man on first.
Let's get two.