08x03 - A Fine Day for Dying

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Oh.

This is Philips in .

Why wasn't an IV brought in
this morning?

Oh, you forgot?

The girl has been here
in a coma for a year.

Every morning for a year
she's been given an IV,

and you simply forgot?

Well, we all have
lots of duties.

This is a hospital,

and you'd better learn
to follow orders, honey-lamb,

or you'll find yourself
on permanent bedpan detail.

Where's...?

Where's my mother? Oh, Jenny,
Jenny, it's all right.

But what hap...?

J-Just lie still, don't move.

You're fine.

Everything's going
to be just fine.

She's come to-- Jenny Cole.

You're kidding.

No, Dr. Hanson,
come on, she's awake.

This is Lane.

Now, listen, the girl's awake.

Just now.

No, you can't predict
these things.

One day she's in a coma,
the next she's not.

I don't know
if she talked to anyone.

Look, you wanted me to keep you
posted, I'm posting you.

She's awake.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Peggy, now, you keep tidying up,

I'm not going to be able
to find anything.

Sorry, I keep forgetting.

From now on
I'll go all out to be sloppy.

That certainly would help.

Oh, about your car,

Watson's Garage called and
they filled up the b*llet holes,

but they won't be through
painting until the weekend.

Also, the...

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, good morning.

She has?

Oh, I'm so happy for you.

I-I don't know what to say.

Yes, he is.

Just a moment, please.

Joe, it's Mrs. Cole.

It's about Jenny.

What about Jenny?

She's awake, Joe.

Martha.

Yeah, Peggy just told me.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Hey, hey, hey,
come on now, Martha,

you can't afford
to go to pieces--

Not now, not when Jenny's
gonna need you the most.

I know it's hard to believe, but
I told you she'd be all right.

She's just like her old man used
to be-- a real fighter.

Are you kidding?

Of course not.

I wouldn't miss that
for the world.

I'll pick you up
in ten minutes, okay?

Right.

Incredible.

Suddenly
everything seems normal.

Jenny, I'm Dr. Hanson.

I've been taking care of you
right from the start.

You've been receiving
regular therapy every day,

so you should be up and walking
around again in no time.

From the start?

I mean,
how long have I been here?

Quite a while.

You were in an accident.

An accident?

Nearly a year ago.

No, no, ho damage there.

Try not to think
about it for a while.

It'll probably all come back
in good time.

A year.

Doctor, could I have a mirror?

It looks different.

Could be.

I'm a great nurse
but not such a hot hairdresser.

Mom.
Jenny.

Mom.

Oh, Jenny.

Oh, my baby.

I didn't believe them
when they called me.

I wanted to.

You have no idea
how much I wanted to.

Baby, it's what I've prayed for.

Now... now you're here

and you're looking at me
and you're talking to me.

Oh, Mom, I'm so happy.

Joe.

Welcome back, Jenny.

It's good to have you
with us again.

Thank you.

Baby, you have no idea how often
Joe came to see you

since you've been here.

And I never knew.

You know what it's like?

It's like being born again,
a whole new beginning.

Yeah, not bad timing either.

I mean, next week's
your birthday.

We're going to do
something really special.

Yes.

Oh, Doctor,

we can plan on that, can't we?

She, she can be with us at home?

Well, we'll see how the therapy
goes, but I'd say yes.

The main thing right now is that
old standby-- plenty of rest--

Uh, which reminds me...

Uh, you've made your point, Doc.

Martha.

Now, you do just as Dr. Hanson
says and I'll be close by.

I love you.

Oh, that goes for me, too, Mom.

Bye-bye.
Bye.

Bye.

Jenny, I can imagine you're
pretty uncertain at this point,

but we're going
to take care of that.

You'll make it in a breeze.

It's really strange, isn't it?

Here you say that you've
known me for nearly a year,

and I've known you
for less than a day.

Joe, you've been a good friend.

Don would have appreciated it.

Martha, I think
you can use a drink.

At this hour?

I can't think of a better one.

Well, now that you mention it,
neither can I.

♪♪

Jenny!

Jenny, Jenny, it's all right,
it's all right.

It's me, Dr. Hanson.

Get the police.

Shh...

That slug would drop a moose
from yards.

A real pro.

The average felon
doesn't walk around

packing that kind of hardware.

We moved Jenny
to an upstairs room.

How is she?

Terrified.
What else?

She wakes up after a year
and somebody tries to k*ll her?

We're going to have to ask her
some questions, Doctor.

It'll have to wait, Lieutenant.

She's been through enough
for one night.

Doc, we can't afford
to waste any time.

Whoever tried this is liable
to try it again.

At any time.

Okay, you can see her, but |
doubt if it'll do you any good.

Why not?

I've just given her a sedative.

Jenny...

this is Lieutenant Malcolm.

He'd like to ask you a few
questions if you can manage.

It's really very important.

I'm try.

Jenny, did you
see anything at all,

a glimpse of someone
through the window maybe?

Well, I-I think there was
someone in my room.

I-I sat up in bed
and then there was the sh*t.

Did you see
who was in your room?

Lieutenant, that was me.

I, uh, stopped in
to see how she was.

Joe.

What does this mean?

Why would anyone want
to k*ll me?

Well, we're not sure yet, Jenny,

but we think it might have
something to do

with what brought you here
in the first place.

The accident?

Hmm.

Now, try and remember everything
you can about that day.

Jenny.

Jenny, can you hear me?

Mr. Mannix.

Yeah, I'm listening, Joe.

Now, about a year ago you were
struck by a hit-and-run driver.

Couple hours later the driver--

A man named Phil Kraike--
turned himself in.

How could the accident have
anything to do with tonight?

We're just trying to fit
all the pieces together, Doctor.

It may be that Jenny
will remember something.

Maybe something that happened
just before the accident.

Jenny, did you see anything?

And that will be all
for tonight, gentlemen.

Jenny.

Absolutely not, no more.

In the morning, Doc,

if you can maybe guide her back
to that time...

Guide her, maybe.

Prod her, no.

That really could be damaging
in the long run.

Well, maybe you ought to keep
something else in mind, Doc--

What's best for the patient
in the short run, too.

Art, the guy who ran Jenny
down-- Phil Kraike--

Do you remember
the company he worked for?

Everett Investments.

Which is where?

Oh, Concord and Tenth.

But he's clean
on our books, Joe.

He paid his fine,
he's off parole.

What do you want with Kraike?

Well, if Jenny saw something,
it's just possible he did, too.

No, it all happened so fast,
I-I didn't see anything.

This girl suddenly appeared
in front of me,

and I heard
that awful sound of her...

body against the fender.

It was like--

I don't know, I guess nobody
will ever know what it's like

unless it happened to them.

There she was,
lying in the street, and...

I just kept on driving.

I guess I panicked.

Hope you understand that.

When I got home,
I... came to my senses finally.

I went to the police
and I told them.

Mr. Kraike...

are you sure you didn't see
anything unusual

just before the accident?

Unusual?

A distraction of some kind, uh,

something that might have drawn
your attention or hers?

No, nothing like that.

I remember the light-- she was
crossing against it, you know.

Not that that makes me feel
any better.

I understand.

That poor girl--

All that she's gone through,
now somebody trying to k*ll her.

You don't know how that's
haunted me, Mr. Mannix,

having to live with that thought
every day for the past year.

Of course, my insurance has paid

all the medical expenses
and bills.

Every month a check goes
to the sanitarium.

I... guess that's helped
a little.

You have nothing to feel
guilty about, Mr. Kraike.

You've done everything possible,

but if something should occur
to you, I'd appreciate a call.

Oh, you know I'll call.

Believe me, I do want to help.

I'm sure.

Thank you.
Thank you.

He's going to be trouble.

Not for long.

Yeah, not for long.

That's good--
stay on it and keep digging.

Not a bad hunch you had, Joe.

The name Al Stanik mean
anything to you?

Stanik?

Don't tell me we're dealing
with the syndicate.

You remember last year

when somebody knocked off
Eddie Stanik-- Al's son?

Yeah, what's that got to do
with Jenny Cole?

It happened on the same morning
as Jenny's accident.

Nearby?
In Eddie's office,

which just happens
to overlook that corner.

And that case
is still open, right?

Old Man Stanik figured

it was somebody
in the DeMorro organization,

and a lot of heads rolled
for a while on both sides.

We were never able
to tie DeMorro to it

and neither was Stanik.

Yeah, it's a beginning anyway.

Thanks, Art,
I'll get back to you, huh?

Yeah?

Mannix.

Mr. Mannix.

Tom Hatch.

It's nothing personal,
but do you carry a g*n?

Come in, please.

All right, explain.

This girl
that somebody's trying to k*ll--

What's it got to do
with who k*lled my boy?

She had an accident
close to where it happened.

There's an outside chance
that she may have seen something

that could be in some way
connected to your son's death.

She saw Lou DeMorro there.

She hasn't remembered
anything yet.

If she does remember something,
it'd be DeMorro.

He k*lled my boy...

and if he didn't do it himself,
he had it done.

He's behind it, all right.

You haven't been able
to prove that, Mr. Stanik.

Neither have the police.

The police?

Don't make me laugh.

It had to be DeMorro.

Been trying to push me out
for years.

I always stopped him,
trumped him.

k*lling my boy was his way
of getting even.

{coughing

Al, please, now,
don't get yourself worked up.

It's not worth it.

Not, not worth it?

My son is not worth it?

The only thing in the world I...

I didn't mean that, Al.

I was thinking about you.

Something you ought
to know, Mannix.

There's $ , for the man

who give me the right piece
of information

on who k*lled Eddie.

I've already got a client, Mr.
Stanik.

I'm only interested in anything
that might help save her life.

You really think she saw
something she might remember?

Somebody else seems to think so.

Maybe it's the man
who k*lled your son.

Hey, Tom, you work with Mannix.

Give him anything he wants,
anything.

Mr. Stanik...

let's get one thing straight.

If I turn up your son's k*ller,
the police get him.

It's the only way
I'm going to help you.

I want your word on that.

They tell me
your word has always been good.

You got it.

You got it.

You see how it is?

I try and fill the gap,
but it isn't possible.

It's not the same.

The day it happened...

the old man called me
from Eddie's office.

I was across town playing cards.

When I got there,
he was sitting on the floor,

holding Eddie in his arms,
and crying like a baby.

Eddie was a good kid.

More than that,
he was a friend of mine,

so this means something
to me, too.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

I'll let you know.

Not yet.

That's it.
Okay.

That's it, good.

It feels funny.

Yeah, wait till next week.

Good.

Hey, Joe!

Watch!

Oh, aah.

Hi, Doc.
Mr. Mannix.

How you feeling?
Oh, I'm feeling fine.

As to how I'm doing, though...
Oh, come on, I saw.

You're doing great.

Now, if we can just get
your memory moving, too.

I'm afraid
we haven't had a chance

to go into that, Mr. Mannix.

You mean about the accident?

Has anything come back to you,
Jenny, anything at all?

No, I'm sorry, Joe,
it's all just still a blur.

Now, do you suppose if we took
you back to that corner,

went through the whole thing,
that it might help your memory?

Frank.

Yeah.

You can take Miss Cole
back to her room now.

Okay, Jenny, here we go.

Thank you
I'll be up
in a few minutes, Jenny.

Okay.

Bye, Joe.

I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

Mr. Mannix,
it's out of the question.

I thought I made the situation
clear to you.

That goes two ways, Doc.

Somebody is trying
to k*ll Jenny.

And you want to take her
out on the street

where they can try again.

Lieutenant Malcolm will see
that she gets police protection.

Are you trying to tell me
that there won't be any risk,

none whatsoever?

Oh, no, no, there'll be a risk.

There'll be a risk wherever
she is until we get an answer.

Now, look, Doc,
you can't just put her

in an ivory tower forever,

'cause the longer you do,
the longer she stays a target,

and the less her chances are
of staying alive.

Look, I know it's not an easy
decision for either of us.

Why don't you work on it?

When you think she's ready,
give me a call, huh?

♪♪

Detectives Stack and Heverly
will be with you

at all times, Jenny.

The others all know
their places, Joe.

Remember, two men
on each side of the street.

Now go on.

♪♪

Hi.
I called about a room.

Uh, Mr., uh...
Brown, Mr. Brown.

Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes,
here.

Yeah.

Do you have anything
facing the street?

Uh, facing the street?

Let's see.

Uh, no, I'm afraid not.

How about something
on the top floor?

Top floor-- well, we might see
something here.

Oh, yes, here, room --
to the rear of the building.

I've alerted
all the building managers

and we're patched
into the main switchboard.

Here I am, Mr. Mannix.

Thanks for coming.

Can't say this is the easiest
thing I've ever had to do.

Well, we appreciate it.

Hello, Miss Cole.

Hello.

Jenny, this is Mr. Kraike.

Oh.

We asked him
to come down and help.

I, uh, want to say
how sorry I am

for everything that's happened.

It's all right, Mr. Kraike.

Well, what do you want to do?

I'd like you to get into your
car, drive around the block.

When you see us start to cross
the street, drive up slow.

Try and simulate
exactly what happened last year.

It might help you remember
something.

I'll do my best.

♪♪

Now, wait a minute.

Excuse me, the young lady
in the wheelchair

had an accident on this corner
about a year ago-- hit by a car.

Yeah, yeah, I remember.

There was this screech
of brakes.

I was bending over at the time,
stacking some magazines.

I looked up and there she was,
laying there.

Then you didn't actually see
the accident?

As I told you,
I, I wasn't looking.

Well, if, uh, anything should
come back to you...

Well, sure,
except |, I can't think

of what I could tell you,
Mr. Mannix.

It is coming back,
I remember now.

The number three bus
was over there.

I used to catch it home
every day after school,

but that day
it was already there,

and the light was changing
from green to red,

but I thought I could make it.

Jenny, Detective Heverly
is across the street.

Now, he's going to lock the
light in the green position.

That'll stop the traffic.

We're going to start
across the intersection.

I want you to take your time

and try and remember
everything that happened, okay?

♪♪

Try and remember, Jenny.

Were you looking at the bus only

or were you looking up,
say, at one of those windows?

Joe, the roof!

It's okay, Jenny, it's over,
it's all over.

There's a rundown
on our sn*per on the roof.

Name of Camden, out of Detroit.

Trouble is, all you have to do
to get another k*ller

is pick up a phone.

If it's any consolation
to you, Joe,

there's a -hour watch on Jenny

and it'll stay that way
till this is over.

Yeah, thanks, Art.

Joe, you're doing
all that you can.

Yeah.

So far it adds up
to a great big zero.

She's still a target.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Is he there?

Who is this?

Tell him the newsstand dealer.

He'll know.

Joe, do you know
a newsstand dealer?

I'll take it.

Hello.

Mannix here.

Uh, about that accident,
Mr. Mannix,

I was holding out.

I, I did see something.

A-All this k*lling--
I'm, I'm scared.

You want to talk about it?

Uh, down here at my stand.

Oh, why don't you tell me now
and save time?

Joe.
Yeah.

Where are you going?

Oh, uh, buy a paper.

♪♪

♪♪

He wanted to tell me
something, Art.

The way I figure it, after
seeing what happened here today,

he got scared
and wanted protection.

Whatever Jenny saw a year ago--
if she saw anything--

The news vendor
must have seen it, too.

Is that how you figure it?

Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?

Then, why did they wait
so long to k*ll him?

Good question.

He must have known something.

Mr. Mannix,
stay behind the wheel.

The boss would like to see you.

Who's the boss?

Lou DeMorro.

I'd offer you a drink, Mannix,

but you ain't gonna be here
that long.

I hear you've been digging
around in Eddie Stanik's death.

Well, it didn't start out
that way.

Just kept turning
in that direction.

You know,
when Eddie Stanik got b*rned,

things got very sticky
between Old Man Stanik and me.

It cost us both
some good soldiers.

He wouldn't believe
I had nothing to do with it.

He still doesn't believe it,
but things have calmed down now.

And you don't want me
stirring them up?

See how quick
you pick up on things?

I want things left
just the way they are.

If you didn't k*ll Eddie Stanik

or order him k*lled, why sweat?

Mannix, I didn't bring you
over here for a discussion.

If you want to keep breathing,
back off.

Leave it alone.

The old man ain't got
that much time left anyway,

and neither do you
if you don't hear good.

Okay, Lou...
I'll think about it.

You point that thing
at me again,

you'll be eating it
for breakfast.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, right.

Yeah?

What?

Okay.

Thanks a lot.

Not on my time.

That was Vivian.

Ah,

You got something?

A rundown on your newsdealer.

Go.

Well, it seems that last year,
after Jenny's accident,

his standard of living showed
a sharp improvement,

and ever since,
on the first of each month,

he's been making
nice, fat deposits.

Can we trace them?

I already did.

The $ checks came
from Everett Investments.

Phil Kraike's company.

His home address.

Kraike left a typewritten note.

I thought you might like
to read it.

"Dear sir..."

Tell me what it says.

It's a confession.

Kraike admits
he k*lled your son.

They were
in a business deal together.

Your son found out Kraike
was juggling the books.

Kraike...

a man with no insides--

Kills my, my son.

He still had the g*n with him
when his car hit the girl.

He panicked and threw the g*n
into a storm drain.

The newsdealer
on the corner saw that

and started to blackmail him.

Kraike was afraid
you'd find out.

Thanks, you did good.

You did good, Mannix.

Remember what I said--
anything you want.

I've got what I want,
Mr. Stanik.

You didn't know about your son's
business deal with Kraike?

Eddie had things going
all over town.

I never questioned him.

If we had known that,
Lieutenant,

you wouldn't have to bother
yourself, believe me.

Oh, I believe you.

You and DeMorro's people

cutting each other up
over nothing.

You keep fighting your wars
in my territory and someday

I'm just liable
to nail both of you.

You know, Lieutenant...

...now that I know who k*lled
my son, my w*r is over.

You, you can't frighten a man
who knows what's facing him.

Ready?
That should do it.

Good-bye, Jenny,
and take good care of yourself.

Oh, I will.

Jenny, I'm going
to expect to see you

twice a week for therapy.

I mean, uh,

you may not have gotten used
to seeing so much of us,

but we've gotten awfully used
to having you around.

Dr. Hanson,
I don't know what I can say.

I'll take you to your car.

Would you hold
that elevator door, please?

This is Lane.

The girl and her mother
just left.

They're going home.

No, they'll be alone.

There'll be no blue around.

You can make your move tonight.

♪♪

Now, tell me
you ever had service

anywhere near this
at the sanitarium.

And I didn't even have
to ring for it.

Of course, there, I have
a feeling, when you did ring,

it was usually Dr. Hanson
that answered.

He is nice, isn't he?

Hmm, somebody
could probably make something

out of a question like that
if they wanted to.

It's too early to make anything
out of anything.

Right now it's just
so good to be home.

Oh, honey...

it was so lonely without you.

Good night, J...

Joe, what are you doing?

The case is closed, isn't it?

Yeah, if I could just shake off
one thing.

What?

That su1c1de note.

Phil Kraike didn't sign it.

He typed it.

If he would have written it,
maybe he would have signed it.

Yeah, but he did take
the trouble to type it out.

All he had to do
was sign his name.

A drink?

Love it.

That's why suicides leave notes.

It's their last contact
with the world, a cry for help.

That's why
they always sign them.

Joe, either way,
a man is not entirely rational

when he's about to k*ll himself.

It still doesn't feel right.

Now, Kraike's confession said

he threw the g*n
into the storm drain.

Now, Malcolm's crew searched
all day-- no g*n.

Joe, that was over a year ago.

Maybe it was washed out to sea
or maybe somebody picked it up.

Yeah, maybe, maybe.

That's another thing wrong
with this case--

Too damn many maybes.

Maybe Phil Kraike's whole story
was a lie.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, he is.

Just a minute, please.

You know a Mr. Jacobs?

From Sacramento?
Uh-huh.

Yeah,
State Corporations Commission.

Bill.

Yeah, what'd you get?

Yeah, thanks, Bill,
I'll get back to you.

Well, all those maybes just
flew out the window, Peggy.

Phil Kraike had
a silent partner.

Call Malcolm, tell him
to meet me at the Cole house.

Tell him to bring some men.

It's urgent.
Right.

Hello.

Martha.
Joe.

Now, listen to me--
stay cool but listen.

Something has just come up.

I'm on my way over
with the police.

In the meantime,
I want you to make sure

every door and window is locked.

Then take Jenny
into the bathroom,

bolt the door, and wait.

Joe, what is it?

Martha, there's no time
to explain.

Just do what I say
and don't alarm Jenny.

Jenny, uh, you know what?

Uh, I think we ought to make

our first night at home
an early one.

Would you like a warm bath
to help you sleep?

Yeah, I'd love it.

I'll, uh, I'll just go and make
sure everything's locked up.

♪♪

Mom, I remember now, I remember.

It wasn't Mr. Kraike in the car.

It was someone...

...someone else.

Mother?

Who are you, what do you want?

Not your ordinary neighborhood
prowler, right, Jenny?

Somebody you've seen before,
recognize?

No, no, I don't know you.

Well, then, that would be
a shame, wouldn't it?

To harm a defenseless girl

who didn't remember you
in the first place.

Oh, we're not tied
to that rolling coffin anymore.

Now, it'd be easier
if you'd just stay there.

Please, what do you want?

I don't know you.

I've never seen you before,
honestly.

You don't remember me behind
the wheel of that car, Jenny?

My face through that windshield?

Mine, mine, Jenny,
not Phil Kraike's.

No, no.
Yeah, you remember.

You remember
like it was yesterday.

It's written all over your face.

No!

No.

Drop it, Hatch!

Jenny.

Joe.

It's all right now,
take it easy.

It's really over.

This time it's really over.

Joe, my mother.

Well, the way I read it,

Eddie Stanik found out Hatch
was stealing the old man blind

and funneling the money
into Everett Investments,

so Hatch had to knock off
young Stanik

before the old man found out.

When Hatch hit Jenny,

he got Phil Kraike
to take the rap

while he was establishing
an alibi across town.

Then Jenny woke up and Hatch had
to get rid of everyone

that knew he was the driver--

Kraike, the newspaper vendor,
and Jenny.

About the report, Art,
morning all right?

I'd like to see
if Martha's all right.

See you tomorrow.
Okay.

Martha, feeling better?

Well...

...a slight headache,
but under the circumstances

I feel marvelous.

It is still brandy,
isn't it, Joe?

Yeah, that'll be fine.

Wait, stay, stay right there.

I'll bring it to you, okay?

There.

Thank you, Jenny.

No, thank you, Joe.