05x24 - Death is the Fifth Gear

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Hey, hurry it up, Josh.
What'd you do? Grind it yourself?

No, they got a new guy on the coffee
wagon. He couldn't find the spigot.

Mr. Martin?
Yes?

We changed the plugs
and the car's ready to go.

Thank you.

Sure, probably met
a lady mechanic in the pit.

Hey, this one's got sugar.

I think you got mine, Joe.

I guess I can live with it this once.

That's us.
We'd better get going.

I never liked coffee anyway.

Relax, no one's going to know
how it happened.

What does that matter? He was
supposed to die and he didn't die.

Look at him.
He doesn't know when to quit.

I still can't believe he came out
of that wreck alive.

Hey!
Just have to do it right this time.

When?

Now.
What are you talking about?

They can't do that.
They can't get away with it!

Get away from me!

You can't k*ll mell Run!
What are you trying to do?

You can't k*ll me.
Get away!

Get them!
Get them away from me!

Get them away from me!
They're going to k*ll me!

Can't you see they're going to k*ll me?
Get them away!

Do something!
Get 'em!

Get 'em away!

Get 'em away from me! Get 'em away,
don't you understand?

Nurse! They're trying to k*ll me!

Get away from me!
What are you doing'?

Don't be afraid.
This is just to help you relax.

Get 'em away.

Help me!

You don't understand.

Nurse...

Doctor, please. I want the truth.
What's wrong with him?

We found some concussion.

That could be the cause
of his hallucinations.

The impact of the crash
jarred his brain,

but that alone wouldn't
account for his actions.

We'll have to do a lot more testing,
and that presents a problem.

What kind of problem?

Someone will have to sign
this consent form.

I have his power of attorney.
Including medical consent?

Yes.

I want you to understand
these tests are complicated.

You mean, dangerous?
Possibly.

Any time you deal with the brain,
things get difficult.

I'd like to see him first.

I brought you your dinner.

You haven't eaten all day.

How do I know it isn't poisoned?
It isn't.

I promise you.

It's all right. It's all right.

Mr. Mannix, I want to help you.
You must believe me.

Hello, Joe.

Art?

Get me out of here, Art.

Joe, we just talked with Dr. Kenbrook.
Kenbrook, no!

You shouldn't have done that.
He and the others are in this together.

In what together?

They're planning on k*lling me.

What others?

The others that were
in the race with me.

Josh Martin, Mike Fisher.
Joe...

Listen to me.

They're not going to let me
out of here alive.

Don't you understand?

It's working, Art.
We finally hit the jackpot.

What are you talking about?
Art, he's hurting me.

Let go, Joe, or I'll k*ll you.

You're in this with them?
Only for a fortune, Joe.

We wouldn't have done it
for less than a fortune.

You sold me out?

I tried not to, Joe.
I mean, I really tried.

But I learned something.
I had a price.

So did.
Everyone does.

Like every metal has
its breaking point.

Nurse?
Don't worry. He'll be all right.

Joe...

He's frightened of me.
Joe...

Joe, what's the matter?
Mr. Mannix,

there's nothing to worry about.

These are your friends.

Mr. Mannix...

Joe! Joe, wait! Orderly!

Well, young man, come in.

Is there another way out of here?

Ah! You're an American.

You prefer lemon to milk.

Oh, would you please pour?

I find it increasingly difficult...

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

No!

No!

No!

The minute he saw us he started raving
about somebody trying to k*ll him.

Then he jumped up
as if he were afraid of us.

It was as though he was hearing
something we weren't saying.

Until we find the cause,

these hallucinations can come
without warning at any time.

Dr. Kenbrook...

I'll sign the paper.

No, no, Peggy.

Don't sign, Peggy. No.

No. Don't sign...

Don't sign. No.

Don't sign.

Mr. Mannix, are you awake?

You must promise never to repeat
what I'm going to tell you.

You're not losing your mind.
What is happening?

You're hallucinating,

but your condition is being induced
by a drug he's giving you.

Who?
Dr. Kenbrook.

Then it is true.
They are trying to k*ll me.

Only Dr. Kenbrook.
You must get away from him.

Why?

I don't know,
but he's not your friend.

I can't prove anything,
but you've got to get away from here.

Your clothes are in the closet.
Through this door,

all the way down the corridor
to the left.

You'll see the driveway.
Have you got that?

There's a bend in the road
just inside the gate.

I'll be waiting there. Is that clear?
Yeah.

Hide in the back.

Oh, Art, I was just
on my way to the hospital.

What's wrong?
Joe is not there. He's gone.

Gone?
He got out somehow.

Do you have any idea where he is?
No.

Oh, Art, in his condition,
anything could happen.

He could hurt himself or...

♪ know. I've got an APB. out on him.
Maybe we'll get lucky. ♪

The question is-- Will he?

Sit down.
I'll warm up some coffee.

You know, you're foolish
to bring me here.

You're probably right.

There's something
I still don't understand.

What?

Why does Mel Kenbrook
want to get rid of me?

What was your involvement with him?
There must have been some problem.

We race against each other, but--

That can't be the reason
he wants to k*ll me,

just because I b*at him a few times.

You said I must have had
some problem with him. Why?

In the last few weeks, he's been
getting certain phone calls about you.

I heard the first by accident.
After that, I thought I'd better listen.

What kind of phone calls?
He usually sounded angry.

And she was upset and worried.

She?
A young woman.

Any idea who she is?
No.

When did the calls start?
Some time ago-- maybe a month.

That...

Before the race?
That's what frightened me.

Dr. Kenbrook told the girl that you'd
be in the hospital after the race.

Your name didn't mean anything to me
at the time so I thought it was

some sort of a bad joke.

But then came the race,

and there you were at the hospital,
half dead.

When he got to the point
of having you committed,

that's when I decided to help.

If you stop having those hallucinations,
I'll know I was right.

The race, huh?

The race-- It's got to have
something to do with the race.

What could it be?

What happened?

What? Oh...

I-- I began seeing things.

A great big fireball
was coming straight toward me.

I swung the wheel,
and that's when I crashed.

So he got to me before the race.

Why?

Why?

I've got to talk to somebody
who was in that race with me.

Josh...

Josh Martin.

Joe, why did you leave the hospital?

Are you sure it was wise?

I had to get away from Mel.

Mel? He's very upset about this.
He's trying to help you.

Help me or trying to make sure
he kills me this time?

Joe, that's ridiculous.
Why would he want to harm you?

That's why I'm here, Josh.
You're his lawyer.

He's in all kinds of deals.

You know his business associates,
his personal involvements.

There's got to be some
connection to me--

Something he doesn't want me
to find out.

Joe, you know I can't talk about that.

You've got to.

If I were your lawyer,
I wouldn't tell him about you, either.

I have to know, Josh.

Joe, you walk out of a hospital
with wild accusations.

You ask me to betray
a client's confidence,

then you blow up at me, that's--

Insane?
Ididn't say that.

But you're not yourself.

Joe, you'll k*ll yourself this way.
Please, go back to the hospital.

And sign my death warrant?

No.

If I'm going to die, Josh...

I'd rather do it on my own.

He wouldn't help?

Well, he's positive the accident
scrambled my brains.

Hey, this has got sugar in it.
I think you got mine, Joe.

No, no, it's all right.
It's all right. You're safe.

How'd I get here?

I practically had to carry you.
You really had a bad att*ck.

It was the coffeel
What?

Just before the race.

You kept muttering about coffee
all the way here. What does it mean?

Ask Mel. I got the wrong
cup of coffee that day.

It was Mel Kenbrook they were
after all the time.

It was Mel they wanted to k*ll.
It's the only way it adds up.

I've got to warn him.

The police will be looking for you.
You've been legally committed.

Oh, yeah.

I'll call him at the hospital.

It's already past :.
He's gone home.

Home.

Then I've got to go to his home,
warn him.

I'll drive you.
No, no.

No, you've taken
too many chances already.

Thanks anyway.

It's just a few blocks.
I'I walk.

Joe!

I finally got you, Joe.

You walked right into my trap.

Mr. Mannix!

No! No! Don't!

Dead?

How did it happen?

I don't know.

But he was sh*t with this.

Why didn't you leave it there?

It's mine.

No, no, I didn't k*ll him.

I don't know how my g*n got there.

Did anyone see you?
Yeah.

Freddy.

He's the house boy.

Look, I'll get out of here.

I don't want you to become an accessory.

I can always walk away.

Besides, they won't look for you here.

I heard a noise like a firecracker.

I came in,

and the doctor was lying there, dead.

And Mr. Mannix was standing over him,
with the g*n in his hand.

You're certain it was Mr. Mannix?
Yes, I'm sure.

I thought he was going to k*ll me, too.

All right, that's all for now.

I may have some more
questions for you later.

For you, Lieutenant.
Patched through from headquarters.

Malcolm.
It's me, Art.

Meet me somewhere.
Where?

Come alone, Art,
or I won't show.

All right. Where?

The Mopado Iron Works,
near Sepulveda.

Joe, how do you feel?

Art, you let me do the talking

and you just listen carefully, huh?

This whole thing was a mistake.

Mel Kenbrook was supposed
to die in that race.

But I got his drugged coffee by mistake.

And once I was in the hospital,
the k*ller decided to make me a patsy.

He even used my g*n to k*ll Kenbrook.

He probably stole it from my office.

How did he know you'd be
seeing Kenbrook tonight?

I don't know.
Why did he want Kenbrook dead?

♪ don't know that, either, Art! ♪

All I know is that
my accident was a mistake.

Why didn't he just sh**t Kenbrook
to begin with?

sh**t--
sh**t involve investigations.

And don't you see, Art,
an accident, especially at a race track

was the best way,

but I got Mel's coffee,
and I crashed instead.

Well, thanks, Joe.
You've been a big help.

Now let me take over.
And you turn yourself in for treatment.

Oh, no, I'm fine, Art.

You don't know that.
It could happen again.

And there's an APB out on you.
Somebody could get hurt.

You're not responsible, Joe.
I'm going to have to take you in.

Art, I've got to stay loose.
I'm sorry, Joe.

And I'm sorry too, Art.

Not until I get some answers.

Would you like your cup warmed up?
No, thank you.

It has something
to do with the hospital.

There's a piece missing there.

I just can't put my finger on it.

Why don't you let the police take over?

As far as they're concerned,

I could have k*lled Kenbrook
in a fit of temporary insanity.

But what can you do alone?

Whatever it is, I've got to do it.

The hospital...

when I knocked that tray

off the table...

there's something about that...

It can't mean very much.

You were ill.

You even ran away from your friends.

Wait a minute.

I got to the second floor.

They were chasing me.

I ran to a door.
The door was locked, and |...

I-- I broke in.

There was an old woman inside.
On the second floor?

Room .
She was a helpless old woman
who could hardly raise her hands.

Why would they have
the door locked?

She couldn't possibly have
walked out of there on her own.

Unless...

they didn't want her talking to anyone.

What's the matter?

There's no old woman in .
What?

There's a little boy.
His name is Timothy.

He's fourteen.

I saw her.
He's one of my patients.

You were hallucinating.
You must have imagined it.

Imagined?

I'm sorry.

I tried to help. You need more
than I can give. I'm sorry.

I love you. But this is too much.

I can't go through with it.

Cara?

Who's there?
Have you kept up the dosage?

Yes. Several times since
I've taken him out of the hospital.

All right, let's get it over with.
Isn't there another way?

Cara, we did it so
we could be together.

Somebody has to pay
for Kenbrook's death.

But he can't hurt us.
Look at him.

If we call the police, it's all over.
You've been with him too long.

What?
You care about him.

♪ love you! ♪

Then, let's get it over with.
I can't go this far! I can't!

Then you won't have to.
No! No!

Peggy!

Joel

Lock the door. Go!

Joe, the police have been
here looking for you.

I know. I just got past one.

Where have you been staying?
Huh? I was...

I was staying at Cara Guild,
the nurse from the hospital.

I was over at her place.

Joe, I heard over the news this morning.
She's dead.

I know. I know.

I was there when she was k*lled.

I couldn't stop it.

I was...

Joe, you're ill and you won't
get better without help.

Yeah, she was in it all along, Peggy.

She and that guy.

The same man that k*lled Kenbrook.

I've got to get to the hospital, Peggy.
I need your help.

Every cop in the city is out
looking for me. I need your help.

What are you looking for
at the hospital?

An old lady behind locked doors.

Unless I was imagining it.

But I wasn't,
then Cara Guild was lying to me.

Why?

Unless that old lady's got
all the answers.

She was in Room .

Peggy”?

Nol No! No, Peggy.

You can't turn me in now.

I'll lose the only chance I have.

I can't prove I'm innocent, Peggy,
of either one of those murders.

Peggy?
Those doctors...

they'll say I was temporarily
insane both times.

They'll put me back in the hospital,

and they'll never let me out.

They'll never let me out!

I understand, Joe.

I understand.

Peggy!

What are you barricaded for, Peggy?

Not open for business yet, Art.

We found out how Joe is getting around
without being seen.

Oh?
His nurse.

We don't know why
she was involved or how,

but she helped him.

Now she's dead, too.
Art, you don't think...

Peggy, Kenbrook is dead,
and Joe's been identified as his k*ller

Now his nurse is dead and Joe's
fingerprints are all over her apartment.

Art, you know Joe couldn't do that.
Not consciously, but he's sick.

He doesn't know himself
when it's going to happen.

Malcolm If he should call,
don't you hold out on me, Peggy.

I'm as much a friend of his as you are.

But he needs help now,
not blind loyalty.

Art, .
Yes, Peggy?

I'll let you know, Art.

Thanks, Peggy.

Thanks.

Peggy, now go back to the office.

If I'm not there in an hour,
call Lieutenant Malcolm.

Joe...
I know, Peggy.

Yes, Doctor?

Right away.

You do pop in and out,
young man.

This time you must stay.

For a while,
I thought you might be a dream.

Oh, what a charming thing to say.

It's charming of you to ask me in

after the way I ran away last time.

Would you pour, please? The...

the pot gets increasingly heavy.

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope you like your tea.
It's special.

Nurse Cara brought it
to me last night.

Is anything wrong?

Oh, I don't think
we'd better drink this just now.

Why not?

Well, it's cold.

Oh, dear.

Everything I touch
turns cold and lifeless.

I suppose it will remain that way
until I make amends.

Amends?

What for?
What could you possibly have done?

Not I.

My husband,
Thomas Barrington.

You know, he was
in the steel business.

The Iron Devil,
they used to call him.

Yes, yes, I've heard of him.

Whenever he wanted anyone
out of the way, he wished...

like a child.

"I wish that man
were not in my way".

And one of his henchmen
would had it done.

Now, only when I sign

one of those documents

do I feel human...

and decent again.

Documents?

What kind of documents?

Charities.

Every so often,

my lawyer brings papers

about some charity
or foundation for the poor,

the blind, or a new hospital.

Nurse Cara says they're all
very good causes.

Who's your lawyer?

Josh Martin.

Oh, do you know him?

Yes.

Yes, I know him.

Joel
Josh.

The police are looking for you, I hear.

I know, for the m*rder of Kenbrook.

I was framed.

What happened, Joe?

If you didn't k*ll Mel, who did?
I was smart, Josh.

I took my executioner with me

while I was running around
trying to find out

who was doing what to me.

My nurse.

Cara?
You know her?

Oh, I met her once at the hospital.
She's real smart.

She helped me get away,

then she kept me loaded with dr*gs.

I told her I wanted to go back
and see Mel to warn him.

Her lover got there in time
to k*ll him and frame me.

Why? What was their motive?

Oh, the best, Josh.

Love and money.

Love for her.
Money for him.

Millions.

Millions?

Mel never heard of that kind of money.

No, he didn't.

Mrs. Barrington did.
Edna Barrington?

She's a client of mine. She's been
certified mentally incompetent.

Yeah, I know, Josh.

You had her certified.

What does she have
to do with Mel's death?

Well, you...

You've been getting her to sign over

the control of her husband's
business empire.

Mel was helping you.

He must have gotten greedy,
asked for a bigger share...

threatened to blow the whistle on you,

so you arranged for him to die
in the race by drugging his coffee.

I never intended
to involve you in this, Joe.

If Mel had been k*lled in that race,
it all would have been over.

But now he's dead.

There's that enormous Barrington
fortune up for grabs.

We could work something out.
How, Josh?

Not enough to pay
for two funerals.

Now let's--

Let's go.

Let's go!

Oh, there you are, darling.
Someone to see you.

Peggy. Hello, Lieutenant.
Hello, Mr. Martin.

Have you heard from Joe Mannix?

No.

No, not since the other day.

We have reason to believe
he was on his way here.

Well, he hasn't arrived yet.

Sorry.

Oh, darling, you'd better get things
ready for the party, hmm?

Drink?
No, thanks.

You said you had reason to believe...

Joe was coming here?

He had a talk with Mrs. Barrington
at the hospital,

and he told her that he
was going to talk to you.

Mrs. Barrington?

I'm afraid she's even less
stable than Joe. Sorry.

The last time he was here,
he wanted me to hide him.

I begged him to turn himself in.

He's a very sick man.

If he does show up,
I'll call you immediately.

Thank you, Mr. Martin.

Bye.

Joe! What happened?

It was Josh Martin.
He k*lled Kenbrook and the nurse.

Joe, are you all right?

There's no trouble lifting
the tea pot now, Mrs. Barrington.

No.

No, you know, it's a miracle.

From the moment you insisted I stop
drinking the tea nurse Cara brought me,

I felt better. I must tell her.
think she knows.

She'll be so happy.

Oh, and Dr. Kenbrook

and Josh Martin, my attorney,
you remember.

He was always so concerned
about my health.

And he told me to tell you that
you'd signed enough papers to get well.

Oh!I How flattering!

So many nice people troubling
themselves about an old woman.

You know, my husband hated people.

But the world is just full
of good people.

Don't ever lose faith, young man.

Never, Mrs. Barrington.