What were you doing,
standing at the window waiting?
Well, it is an hour
past his bedtime.
The game went
into extra innings.
It was super.
Hey, what do you mean super?
The Dodgers lost.
Well, at least I got
to stay up an extra hour
and eat some more hot dogs.
Oh, come on, you.
I'll see you, Toby.
Thanks, Mr. Mannix.
It was super.
Yeah.
Thanks, Joe.
I'll see you in the morning.
Good night, Peggy.
Good night.
What do you want?
I wonder
if I could use your telephone.
I've got to call the police.
What's your name?
My name is Mannix.
I'm a private investigator.
Well, there's an all-night
market around the corner.
They got a pay phone in there.
Look, this is an emergency.
A woman was just stabbed
to death.
It's right over there.
Thank you.
Say, I thought I saw somebody
standing at this window
a moment ago.
No, it must have been
some other window.
Oh, operator,
get me the police.
Did you hear anything outside?
Uh, sounds of scuffling,
or a woman screaming,
a car burning rubber?
Nope, nope,
I was watching the TV.
Uh, Lieutenant Malcolm, please.
Art, Joe Mannix.
There's been a homicide.
What's this address?
Bryner.
Bryner.
No, no. I thought
there was a witness, Art,
but, uh,
it looks like I was wrong.
Your name?
Ben Kohler.
Ben Kohler.
Okay, Art.
What'd you have
to give him my name for?
Well, he asked for it.
Besides, they'll question
everybody on this street.
Well, yeah,
but you made it sound like...
Like what?
Like I committed
some kind of a crime.
Did ?
I'm sorry.
You did real good, baby.
Real good.
Do you know how much money
she had with her?
No, no idea.
But you say
she was wearing jewelry?
She had on a small wedding
band-- gold, only ten karat.
Not much of that.
We were really poor
in those days.
She had a diamond ring
on the same finger, very large,
and a diamond
and sapphire bracelet.
That could give us a lead
if any of it shows up.
Yeah.
Any idea who did it?
No.
No witnesses?
Not so far.
Well, somebody on the street
must have seen
or heard something!
What about you?
You were the first one there?
Yeah, but, uh, as far as I know.
I heard a scream.
By the time I got there,
the street was empty.
The street was empty?
Except for my wife.
Now, that m*rder*r didn't
just disappear into thin air!
We cordoned off the area,
but evidently, we were too late.
Our best guess now is,
he lives in the neighborhood.
He disappeared
because he simply went home.
Lieutenant says
you're a private detective.
That's right.
Well, that means
you should be trained
to notice things.
You didn't see anything?
I thought I caught a glimpse
of somebody
in a window, but, uh...
We questioned the Kohlers.
They didn't see anything.
They?
There was only Mr. Kohler
in the house when I was there.
She was asleep in the bedroom.
Mm.
Well, what kind
of a world are we living in?
People don't want to get mixed
up in other people's troubles.
I mean, they don't want
to get involved.
Somebody screams for help,
you shut the window.
They're animals!
Animals.
Can I help you?
I want to see Mr. Mannix.
Can I tell him what it's about?
Look, Miss, just do me a favor
and tell him I'm here, please.
My name is Griswold.
Lou Griswold.
I'll tell him.
Joe, Mr. Griswold's here.
Show him in, Peggy.
Won't you come in?
Please sit down, Mr. Griswold.
Uh, first, Mr. Mannix,
|-I owe you an apology.
That stuff that I spouted off
at police headquarters
about, uh,
the world we're living in and
people not becoming involved.
Uh, I just wasn't
thinking right.
You are involved, uh, and
with a little bit of luck, uh,
well, we might have an idea now
who... who we're looking for.
What I'm trying to say is that,
uh, I-I-I'm sorry,
and, uh, thank you.
How about a cup of coffee?
No, thanks, but, uh...
Mr. Mannix, tell me, uh,
what-what-what do you get a day?
$ a day plus expenses.
I'll give you two.
For doing what?
Last night, the man
who m*rder*d my wife--
I want him caught.
Then at least I can tell myself
I did everything I could.
Now, Mr. Griswold,
I know you must, uh,
feel that you need
to-to strike out at somebody,
but |-I can understand that.
Look, Mr. Mannix, I didn't come
here to be analyzed.
I mean,
I don't want just somebody.
No, I want the man
who k*lled my wife.
I want the man
who k*lled Harriet!
Look, this is very...
difficult for me
to explain to you. I...
We never had any children.
I mean, my wife...
Harriet was all I ever had.
And I'm not gonna rest
until I see that man trapped,
and I can sit in a courtroom and
watch him get what he deserves.
Mr. Griswold,
Lieutenant Malcolm's
on your case.
You couldn't be in better hands.
Look, I know
the police have hundreds
of unsolved cases
just like this one.
Lieutenant Malcolm told me so.
I don't expect them
to drop everything
and just concentrate on mine.
But I thought
someone like yourself,
if I made it worth your while,
you could help me.
Mr. Griswold, why don't you give
the police a few days,
and if nothing turns up,
why then maybe I--
Now, Mr. Mannix!
I want your help now.
I know the police are gonna do
everything they can,
but I want more muscle.
I'm prepared to pay for it.
If it takes a week,
if it takes months...
Now, this man Kohler--
You said you think
he saw the k*lling, right?
That's right,
but when I talked to him,
Kohler said
he was watching television.
Well, then go to him again,
talk to him again.
Offer him money, bribe him.
thr*aten him if you have to.
Mr. Griswold, doing that
could cost me my license.
Oh, come on, Mannix.
When's the last time you did
a job entirely by the book?
I... I take that back.
I'm sorry.
You do it your way.
But please,
help me, Mr. Mannix, please.
All right, Mr. Griswold,
I'll do what I can.
Where do you start?
I don't know.
You didn't buy Ben Kohler's
story %, did you?
He seemed a little too anxious
to get rid of me.
Do you think
he spotted something
and wouldn't talk about it?
Possibly.
No one is anxious to get
involved in a m*rder, Joe.
Maybe if I could talk
to somebody in the neighborhood
with his ear to the ground.
Hey, Peggy,
what was the name of that kid
that plays football
for Fieldmont High?
Uh, his mother was
a friend of yours.
Glenn Girard?
Yeah, does he still live
in that area?
Yeah... but why?
Joe, you don't think,
"once a thief, always a thief"?
Oh, come off it, Peggy.
Oh, I'm sorry, Joe.
It's just that Glenn's turned
into such a wonderful student
and a marvelous son.
Doesn't mean
he couldn't hear things.
Well, even if it was someone
from his own neighborhood,
he wouldn't open up about it.
Maybe.
How do you figure
he can help you, Joe?
Well, when a guy grabs jewelry,
he's got a disposal problem.
Maybe someone approached Glenn
or a friend of his
to see if he wanted
to put away a trinket
for his mother's birthday and...
Glenn's mother never had
a birthday in her life.
Well, he still might know
something.
Joe, the boy's been clean
for three years.
Yeah, I know, Peggy.
That's why there's no reason
why he shouldn't want
to help me if he can.
Ready, set, hut one, hut two.
Come on, Glenn, you can
do better than that, let's go.
Ready, set, hut one, hut two.
All right, again, Calvo,
again, now, come on, come on.
Hut one, hut two.
Right down the line.
Vinnie, move, move, move.
When that ball moves, you move.
Go, eight! Find your spot!
Ball move, I move--
remember that.
Ball stay, I go.
All right, Dickie boy, come on,
come on, come on,
let's get it moving... get on.
Ready, set, hut one, hut two.
Right there, just like that.
Let's go, go, come on.
Ready.
Ready...
set, hut one, hut two.
What's bugging you, Glenn?
Nothing's bugging me.
My timing's a bit off, okay?
You better start catching a
couple before the opening game.
Otherwise, is gonna be
pretty hard to find out there.
You want me sitting
on the bench, say so.
Look, I hope
it won't come to that.
Why don't you try
another cutback
and then take off for the day?
Okay, let's try one more.
Say, you're Gil Whitney,
aren't you?
That's right.
Yeah, I saw you play
in the Rose Bowl twice.
I only admit to once.
That second time,
man, I was lousy.
Hey, you were basketball,
weren't you?
Yeah, State.
Yeah, Joe Mannix.
Man, that's great.
Well, what's the season
look like, Gil?
Well, as of now, I have to say
we're gonna call
an awful lot of running plays.
Yeah, I saw.
You mind if I have a couple
of words with Glenn?
As many as you like,
as long as they include
"hang on to that ball,” man.
See you, Joe.
Right.
Okay, let's hit the showers.
Glenn?
Yeah?
I don't know if you remember me.
My secretary is a friend
of your mother's-- Peggy Fair.
I'm Joe Mannix.
Yeah, I remember you.
I need a favor, Glenn.
You picked the wrong day
to get anything from me, man.
Yeah, you didn't look
too good out there.
You wouldn't be having
more eye trouble, would you?
Look, I know Peggy paid
for my contact lenses.
Well, I lost them.
Did you tell the coach?
No.
Why not?
Look, that's my business, okay?
Sure.
What's this favor bit?
What kind of favor
can I do for you?
Well, I need some information,
if you have it.
Is that what you use Peggy for--
Go through her
to find some stoolies?
Well, thanks anyway, Glenn.
Hey, wait a minute.
Look, I'm sorry.
This isn't one
of my better days.
It happens.
What were you going to ask me?
Last night,
a couple of blocks from here,
a woman was stabbed to death.
I heard about it.
If you ask me, I think
it started out as a mugging
and got out of hand.
But I didn't ask you, did ?
Did you hear
anything else about it?
Such as?
Has anyone tried to sell
some hot jewelry?
Now, how would I know
if a piece of jewelry
was hot, cool,
or body temperature?
That's your answer?
Find yourself another stoolie.
Mannix.
Joe...
it looks like someone's
conscience just woke up.
Mrs. Kohler just called.
She wants you
to call her right away.
Call her back,
tell her I'm on my way.
By
Mr. Mannix.
Uh, yes.
Won't you come in, please?
I'm the one who called you.
I'm Ben Kohler's mother.
It said in the paper
that you were here
when that m*rder happened.
Is that why you called me?
It also said
that you're a private detective.
Yes.
I need you to help me,
Mr. Mannix.
Why don't you sit down,
Mrs. Kohler?
They're missing.
Who?
My son and daughter-in-law.
I took the bus from Bakersfield
this morning.
Ben wasn't there to meet me
as he said he would.
It's the same time always.
When it got to be near noon,
I called Nora at the house.
But there was no answer.
Finally, I got a taxi
and let myself in.
The...
Take your time, Mrs. Kohler.
The sandwiches were made and the
vegetable soup was in the pot,
waiting to be heated.
No sign of Ben or Nora.
Car was in the garage,
but they left no message
where they were going.
No note for the neighbors,
no phone calls.
I waited for hours, but...
I'm going out of my mind,
I'm so frightened.
Did you, uh, tell the police?
Yes.
Yes, I called the sergeant.
He sounded very young.
He said, if they didn't show up
for hours, to call back,
and the Missing Persons
Department would get on it.
I can't wait any longer.
From what you said
about the lunch and preparation,
would you say it's possible that
someone was here, Mrs. Kohler,
maybe, up until about
Yes, about.
Oh, God... Heaven knows
what's happened to 'em by now.
Do you think somebody
might have wanted to harm them?
Why?
You know very well why.
You mean because they may have
witnessed the m*rder?
Of course.
But they told the police
they saw absolutely nothing.
They were lying.
How do you know that,
Mrs. Kohler?
Ben called me last night
on the phone.
They were scared
out of their wits.
When you came here
to call the police,
Ben said that man...
...had a Kn*fe at Nora's throat.
In there.
Ben said he told them
before he left
that he'd k*ll them both
if they said a word to a soul.
Did he describe the man?
No.
Mind if I look around in there?
Does your son or his wife
wear contact lenses?
No.
Have you any idea
what could have happened
or where they might be?
No, I don't, but I'll get
right on it, Mrs. Kohler.
Hi, Joe.
Did you see Mrs. Kohler?
Yeah, and I also stopped by
and saw Dr. Bruce Ronsten.
Glenn Girard's optometrist?
Yeah, and I had him check
the prescription of these lenses
against Glenn's.
They're his, all right.
Where'd you find them?
At the Kohlers',
in the closet where someone held
a Kn*fe on Mrs. Kohler.
Someone who wears
contact lenses,
that wasn't wearing them,
who dropped them there.
Doesn't add up, does it?
The police only know the Glenn
Girard with a juvenile record,
not the Glenn we know.
You have to turn these over to
Lieutenant Malcolm, don't you?
Yeah.
But maybe not just yet.
What does that mean?
Well, I want to make
one more stop first, with you.
I want to see Glenn's mother.
Joe, half a dozen colleges
are offering him scholarships.
He's on his way up,
there's no stopping him.
No matter how badly he needed
money, he couldn't have done it.
I didn't say he did, Peggy,
but the police
are gonna be in on it soon,
and this calls
for an explanation.
It's no longer just a case
of robbery or m*rder by impulse.
A man and his wife
have disappeared.
Are you trying to say that Glenn
kidnapped them or k*lled them?
I'm just trying
to prove he's not involved.
Which hat do you intend to wear
when you talk
to Glenn's mother--
Detective's or human being's?
Oh, forget I said that, Joe.
Police will get you
for withholding evidence.
Yeah.
Eh, between my license
and my conscience,
I think Glenn's worth
that much of a risk.
Let's go.
By
Uh, Girard, B.
He didn't steal no purse,
and Glenn didn't s*ab no woman.
I don't care how much
evidence you show me,
I'm telling you he didn't do it.
Not for money, not anymore.
That's exactly the way
we feel, Mrs. Girard.
Well, then why
are you questioning me?
Mary, a woman was k*lled
not far from here,
and, so far, this is
the only lead anybody's got.
Now, now, I know my boy.
I knew him when he was bad,
and I know him now!
And if you sic the cops on him,
Lord help us,
no telling what he'll do.
And they'll be hunting
an innocent boy.
Then trust us.
How?
Mr. Mannix hasn't told
the police about that,
but he'll have to, unless
you can give us another lead.
What are you gonna
tell the police?
Where I found them,
who they belong to and...
unless I can talk
to Glenn first.
Well, uh... no telling
when he'll be home.
If he runs, Mrs. Girard,
the police might draw
the wrong conclusion.
He could get hurt.
Mary, it's the only way.
Well, all right.
If you want to talk
to him, he's in there.
Glenn!
Glenn, I just want
to talk to you!
Glenn! Glenn!
Glenn! Glenn!
Your license, Joe, only
entitles you to help the law,
not break it.
Why didn't you turn that in
the minute you found it?
'Cause I trusted the kid
it belonged to.
And I still do.
A kid with a pretty
hard record-- armed robbery.
Oh, come on, Art, that was three
years ago, age .
Now he's a high school
football star.
Even the pros are scouting him.
Athletes are human--
they fall down,
they strike out,
they run the wrong way.
Glenn Girard is not a m*rder*r.
What happened
to the Kohlers, Joe?
I wish I knew.
You don't think
there's any connection?
Yeah, they could've
been threatened by the k*ller
and gone into hiding.
Joe, can you think of any reason
why I shouldn't put out
an APB on Glenn Girard?
Well, just tell your boys
that he's not known to be
armed and dangerous, huh?
My boys know their job.
Glenn's a kid-- he could
panic, resist arrest.
If he does,
he might also get hurt.
Yeah. That's exactly why I hope
to find him before you do.
Three! Six!
Hut one, hut two!
Vinnie, move, move, move!
When that ball moves, you move!
Go, eight! Find your spot!
Hi, Joe.
Hi, Gil.
You said you had
some news about Glenn.
Yeah, I think I know why
he couldn't handle those passes.
He lost his contact lenses.
You could've
told me that on the phone.
Now, why'd you
really come down here?
All right, Blake,
play him head on.
Don't let him get
inside outside.
The police have got
an APB out for him.
I'd like to find him first,
for his sake.
An APB? For what?
m*rder.
You don't mean you want to find
him, you want to catch him.
Well, if the police
get to him first
and he tries to resist, why...
You don't have to draw me
any pictures.
I'm blessed with
a lively imagination.
You know where I can find Glenn?
All right, Dickie boy,
come on, come on, come on.
Let's get a-movin'.
Get on.
Gil, you know
where I can find him?
You might find him
at Garrity's hamburger joint.
That is, if you don't mind the
possibility of being hassled.
I've been hassled by experts.
Freshman year, Glenn
used to hang out there
with some pretty hard types.
Maybe they'll welcome
a chance to be helpful.
Thanks, Gil.
Well, Joe,
get him back to me in time
for the opening game, will you?
He's a good kid.
Your boys look good.
Thanks.
All right, again,
Calvo-- ball come, I come.
Remember that, ball go, I stay.
By
Uh...
Looking for someone?
That's right.
Maybe you better check
with Berdue first.
You got a problem, mister?
I'm looking for Glenn Girard.
Glenn who?
Girard. He plays football
for Fieldmont High.
I ain't never had the pleasure.
Hey! Some of y'all know
a Glenn "Gee-rard”
what plays, uh--
what was it, man?-- chess!
Football.
Five dollars say I can tell
which card you pick, blood.
What do you say to ten?
I say it's your money, baby.
Ten dollars.
Hmm, a real gambling dude.
King of clubs.
That's a good trick.
Know any others?
Mm-hmm. Plenty.
Maybe you can make
Glenn Girard appear.
You couldn't afford it, baby.
Try me.
Already did. You struck out.
{
Hey, Mister, over here.
You a cop?
Private.
You want to give Glenn
some trouble?
I hope to keep him out of it.
What kind of trouble?
m*rder, for a start.
Not Glenn.
You don't seem shocked
at the accusation.
Accusations aren't exactly
hot news around here.
Where is he?
Right now, I don't know,
but he told me that he was
gonna look up Berdue tonight.
Do you know where?
Not yet.
It'll be wherever Berdue
sets up his card game.
I think I can work it
for you to sit in.
If you want to.
I do.
I'll go to work on it.
Call me when you know.
I'll call you.
If she tells you where Glenn is,
will you tell the police?
No, not until I talk to him.
And then?
I'm satisfied he's innocent
and knows nothing about
the Kohlers' disappearance,
still no.
Fair enough.
Oh, Mr. Griswold.
Mannix in there?
Yes, but I...
Well, what have you found out?
Very little so far.
That figures.
To you, to the police,
it's a...
a job, just a job, huh?
Win a few, lose a few.
You get paid either way.
To me, it's my life.
Now, what happens
to that m*rder*r?
Does he just roam around free
because you and the police
didn't try hard enough?
Mr. Griswold, the police
are doing everything they can.
What about you?
I'll get in touch with you
the minute I have any news,
believe me.
No, I'll-I'll call you;
I won't be home.
Where will you be?
I can't stay in that house
anymore, Mannix.
I... I can't stay there
because everything
reminds me of Harriet.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I can't think.
I have a... I have a cabin
up in one of the canyons,
away from this filthy jungle,
where I can get some air.
Mannix...
I want you to catch that punk.
I don't care how you get him,
you get him.
You won't be sorry.
I really feel for him, Joe.
I know what it's like to lose
someone you love just like that.
Yeah, I know, Peggy.
Mr. Mannix's office.
Who's calling, please?
Oh, just a second.
It's the girl, Elaine Massey.
Yes, Elaine?
Mr. Mannix, you're
set for the card game.
“Where?
You know the Hayes warehouse
on East th?
Be there at :.
Wait in your car.
You'll get a call
where the game's gonna be.
Can you give me one good reason
why I should trust you?
We're both trying to keep Glenn
out of trouble. Good enough?
You're sure he's planning
to show up?
If you want to help Glenn,
just be there.
Mannix.
Go in the warehouse.
Door's unlocked.
There's a phone in the office.
Wait there, you'll get a call.
Who is this?
You want the card game,
you do as you're told.
Oh, please come in, Mr. Mannix.
Thank you.
I believe you've met,
uh, Elaine.
Yeah, as a matter of fact,
you're the reason I'm here.
I was hoping
Mrs. Girard could tell me
exactly whose side
you were playing on.
Well, I don't understand.
She arranged for me
to meet Glenn last night.
And did you?
Well, I met somebody.
I don't know who,
because he kept sh**ting at me.
You set him up for that?
No, it was Berdue!
I didn't realize
he knew all along
that I talked to Mr. Mannix,
and got him into the card game
so he'd be able to meet Glenn.
What does Glenn got to do
with trash like Berdue?
Berdue fronts
for the loan shark.
Glenn borrowed money
for the operation
you had in the summer,
Mrs. Girard.
He's paid most of it back.
But it hasn't been easy
with the interest they charge.
What made you think
that Glenn would be looking
for Berdue at the card game?
He wants to confront Berdue.
He says
Berdue's been setting him up
as a pigeon in the stabbing.
Why doesn't he just tell that
to the police?
Not a chance.
He wouldn't listen to any talk
about turning himself in.
He was afraid some rookie cop
might g*n him down.
If I'd have been k*lled
last night,
every cop on the force would
have treated him
as armed and dangerous.
Is there some way
you can get Glenn out of this?
I think so.
If I can find out
just how Glenn's contact lenses
ended up in the Kohlers' closet.
Mr. Mannix, maybe
I can help you do that.
How?
Glenn phoned me this morning.
He wants me to meet him.
With the g*n.
Glenn?
Glenn, where are you?
Glenn?
Elaine!
Where's the piece?
I didn't bring it.
Well, what did you
come here for?
Joe Mannix wants
to talk to you, Glenn.
Go back and tell him no.
But he's already here.
Glenn!
Glenn, wait!
Listen to me.
Got the place surrounded?
Listen to what I have to say.
If you don't buy it, I'll leave.
Solved the m*rder case.
Good work.
Thanks to the fine cooperation
of that public-spirited
little lady over there.
I haven't solved a thing yet.
I need your help.
That's why Elaine let me come
with her.
Oh, sure.
How did
your contact lenses end up
on the floor
of the Kohlers' closet?
The whose closet?
The couple
that witnessed the m*rder.
So, that's what happened to 'em.
Berdue, right?
Yeah, Berdue.
I couldn't make a payment
on a loan.
A lousy bucks.
That's all they had coming.
But they don't jive around.
They wanted the money
or something to back it up.
Your contact lenses?
Berdue said okay.
The contacts.
Those you got to have back,
or there goes
the old ball game.
So, I handed them over.
He dropped me off on the corner
of Bryner and Fifth.
And then I heard some screaming,
and I ran back,
and there was this lady,
lying on the sidewalk.
And Berdue was going
through her bag.
I saw a car come up,
and Berdue cut out.
He must have made it
into one of those houses there,
and dropped off
my contact lenses,
just in case the people got over
being scared.
The next day, I had the $,
but he said he'd lost them.
Will you tell that story
to the police?
Hey, let's get out of here.
What's wrong?
Told Berdue to meet me here
at :. What for?
I was gonna hold a g*n
to his head and let him know
that I was through
taking the fall for him.
Okay, let's go.
Everybody, freeze.
All right, take his g*n,
Glenn, baby,
or I'll cut this broad.
You know me, man.
I do not play.
Bring it over here. Come on!
Drop it.
Ow!
Up. Up.
Get away from me, man.
Hey, wait a minute, man.
How about giving me a break?
Where are the Kohlers?
Who?
The couple you threatened the
night you stabbed that woman.
You mean the folks
who I hid out in their closet?
Yeah, that's right.
Where are they?
How should I know, man?
They're missing.
Did you k*ll him, too?
No, no, no.
Wait a minute,
you can't pin that on me, man.
I never went back there,
I swear.
Look, wait, after I got to tell
them what I'd do to them, man,
they was so scared,
they wouldn't have spilled
the right time.
I never went back
to that place again, man.
I didn't have to.
Al right.
Let's go.
Thank you, Mrs. Kohler.
If I hear anything at all,
I'll call you at once.
And the Kohlers
are still missing.
The news of Berdue's arrest went
out over television and radio.
If they were in hiding,
they would have heard the news
and come back.
Where do you start looking
for them?
I don't know.
I wonder if, uh,
Griswold has heard
that the guy who k*lled his wife
has been booked.
He hadn't heard when he called.
When was that?
While you were out.
He wanted to know
how you were doing.
Did he say
where I could reach him?
He said he'd call you.
He sounded kind of drunk.
Naturally enough,
I suppose, in his state of mind.
And what was his state of mind?
To do something
about his wife's m*rder.
Well, why isn't he here,
breathing down my neck,
waiting for a break in the case?
Unless he has done something.
Like leaving town?
Suppose he kidnapped
the Kohlers
to make them talk or
to punish them for not talking?
Oh, Joe, he'd have
to be some kind of a psycho.
Well, if he were
a borderline psychotic,
his wife's m*rder could have
pushed him over the edge.
Peggy, see if you can trace
the number he called from.
I already did.
His mountain cabin.
It's up past Alisal.
I'm going up there.
Joe, it's over an hour's drive.
Why not just call the sheriff?
I'm afraid Griswold,
in his present state,
wouldn't care
whether he lives or dies.
If a sheriff's car drives up...
Joe, you don't think
he's already k*lled them?
I don't know, but if he sees
a uniform, he just might.
Mannix!
Hold it right there!
Mr. Griswold,
I want to talk to you.
Get off of my property,
and stay away!
Mannix?
Mannix, stay away from me!
I don't want to k*ll you!
Oh! Oh!
Griswold.
We got the man
who k*lled your wife.
My...
The man who k*lled your wife--
He's in jail.
Who was it?
No one you know. A punk.
Now, where are they?
The Kohlers--
what have you done with them?
Where are they?!
The cellar.
Oh.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Mm.
Oh, a couple of times he came
down here with that g*n,
I thought
he was gonna k*ll us.
But he... But he just couldn't
seem to do it, I guess.
“Whew!
I meant to do it, Mr. Mannix,
I really I meant to do it.
I mean, somebody had
to teach them a lesson.
I mean... what kind of people
are we turning into?
Closing our eyes, building walls
around ourselves.
I meant to show them.
You hired me,
why didn't you leave it to me?
I hired you to see
that justice was done.
Where is justice,
in a courtroom?
Slap on the wrist?
Don't do it again?
That's right.
In a courtroom,
nowhere else.
Now, Mr. Griswold, I'm afraid
you're gonna have
to find that out the hard way.