Mannix (TV Series)

A Rage to Kill (1974)

Mike Connors: Joe Mannix

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• Joe Mannix : Miss Allen, uh... please sit down.

  Greta Allen : Thank you.

  Joe Mannix : Well, what can I do for you?

  Greta Allen : Are you familiar with the name Clement Jarrud?

  Joe Mannix : The psychiatrist? Yes, I was just reading about his suicide.

  Greta Allen : It wasn't suicide.

  Joe Mannix : The, uh, police seem to think so.

  Greta Allen : [hands Joe an envelope full of money]  Will that buy three days of your time?

  Joe Mannix : Well, that depends on what you want done.

  Greta Allen : Find out who killed Dr. Jarrud.

  Joe Mannix : [thinks for a second]  What makes you so sure?

  Greta Allen : We had an appointment. And I know he meant to keep it.

  Joe Mannix : An appointment?

  Greta Allen : Yes. I was... closer to him than anyone alive. Including his wife. Dr. Jarrud loved his work... and he loved me.

  Joe Mannix : Do you have any idea who might have wanted him dead?

  Greta Allen : [takes out a book from her purse and shows it to Joe]  X, Y, or Z- the three patients for whom he sacrificed most of his practice last year. I begged him to tell me who they were... just in case. I was worried, with the book coming out. What if one of them recognized himself and... and felt betrayed or exploited? After all, each one of them had murdered before. And Clem insisted it was a book that had to be written. Read the book, Mr. Mannix. It will show you the danger that he was in right from the start.

• Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : [clears throat]  Mr. Mannings?

  Joe Mannix : Uh, Mannix.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Oh.

  Joe Mannix : Joe Mannix.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Yes. Uh, you are...?

  Joe Mannix : Private investigator.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Oh, yes. Well, what is it that you want from me? I mean, just what is your interest in my husband's death? Oh, the insurance company sent you, didn't they?

  Joe Mannix : No, the insurance company didn't send me, Mrs. Jarrud. I was hired by someone to investigate your husband's death.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Who?

  Joe Mannix : Do you mind if I ask my question first? Did Dr. Jarrud ever bring his private files home from the office?

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : I haven't the faintest idea. Would you like a glass of wine?

  Joe Mannix : No thank you.

  [Mrs. Jarrud pours a glass of wine for herself] 

  Joe Mannix : Mrs. Jarrud... my client has reason to believe that your husband's death was not a suicide.

  [Mrs. Jarrud accidentally spills wine on her shirt sleeve. Joe offers her a handkerchief] 

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Don't bother. It all comes out in the wash. Mr. Mannix, do you really believe that someone killed my husband?

  Joe Mannix : I think it's a possibility.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Then you're as mad as he was. Poor Clem. If you had ever witnessed one of his depressions... He was like something out of a Russian novel. All that time spent with crazy people, I suppose it couldn't help but get to him. Mister... Mr. Mannix, the police are quite satisfied that it was a suicide.

  Joe Mannix : Mm. Are you satisfied?

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : If you're still talking about insurance, my husband left me quite comfortably fixed.

  Joe Mannix : Mm. Mrs. Jarrud... did your husband ever talk to you about the three patients he identified in his book as X, Y, and Z?

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Clem didn't think I had the brains to understand his work. He was quite right. It bored me.

  Robert : Maybe that was your mistake, Mother. Maybe you should have shown more interest.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Robert, how long have you been standing there?

  Robert : I just came down to see if you were feeling any better.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : I was... until this gentleman arrived. Mr. Mannix, this is my son Robert.

  Joe Mannix : How do you do?

  Robert : Hi.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Mr. Mannix is a detective. He has the remarkable notion that Clem was murdered.

  Robert : Well, Mother, isn't that what I told you?

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Oh, you're a child.

  Robert : I've read Father's book. Have you?

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : You know I haven't.

  Joe Mannix : Have you, Mr. Mannix?

  Joe Mannix : I've read it.

  Robert : Then you know it might have been one of those three.

  Joe Mannix : I've considered the possibility.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Mr. Mannix, exactly who is your client?

  Joe Mannix : Uh, let's just say, uh, an interested party.

  Mrs. Sylvia Jarrud : Hm. And you're determined to earn the money she's paying you. You see, I do have some talent for detection. Well, you can tell her she's wasting her money. Goodbye, Mr. Mannix. Robert, see him out.

• Carl Meiss : Okay, what about Dr. Jarrud?

  Joe Mannix : Actually, I wanted to talk to you about one of Dr. Jarrud's patients.

  Carl Meiss : [scoffs]  Which one?

  Joe Mannix : Did you by any chance read his book?

  Carl Meiss : Book? Who, me?

  Joe Mannix : One of the people he wrote about was someone he identified only as "X, " a child molester.

  Carl Meiss : Well, what would I know about creeps like that?

  Joe Mannix : I thought you might know this particular man.

  Carl Meiss : Yeah, well, I don't.

  [Joe picks up a toy bear sitting on a nearby shelf] 

  Carl Meiss : You can't just come pushing in here like that.

  Joe Mannix : You're Patient X, aren't you?

  Carl Meiss : [scoffs]  Y-You think that, uh, he put me in that book of his?

  Joe Mannix : Not so that anybody could identify you.

  Carl Meiss : Then how come you're asking?

  Joe Mannix : I'm going on a theory that Dr. Jarrud didn't pull the trigger himself.

  Carl Meiss : You mean someone killed him?

  Joe Mannix : And put the gun in his hand.

  Carl Meiss : Who?

  Joe Mannix : Maybe one of the three patients he wrote about.

  Carl Meiss : Why should they?

  Joe Mannix : They might be afraid that their secret is no longer safe.

  Carl Meiss : Well, I got nothing to hide.

  Joe Mannix : You've got my word that if you're innocent, your secret is safe with me.

  Carl Meiss : You don't know any secret.

  Joe Mannix : Eight years... in a hospital for the criminally insane for molesting, then strangling two children.

  [Carl lunges at Joe, but Joe pushes him away] 

  Joe Mannix : Dr. Jarrud helped you. He got you this job. He treated you without charge.

  Carl Meiss : He... he kept me from... feeling... that I wanted to do it again. He kept me safe.

  [sobbing] 

  Carl Meiss : Me kill Dr. Jarrud? Without him, how much longer before it would happen again? Before I'm back in hell again?

  Joe Mannix : Carl... at the time of his death, where were you?

  Carl Meiss : I don't remember. I... I think maybe... on the sixth floor.

  Joe Mannix : Did you see anything unusual?

  Carl Meiss : No! Nothing! Except, yeah... yeah, somebody came running down the stairs right past me. The didn't pay no attention to me. They're always... all of 'em always looking right through me. I... I might as well be... a...

  Joe Mannix : Uh, Carl, try to remember. Was it a man or a woman? Young, old?

  Carl Meiss : I don't know, just a shadow. You know, to most people in this building, I'm just a shadow, I'm invisible. Well, they're just shadows to me, too!

  Joe Mannix : If, uh, Dr. Jarrud was murdered, you'd want his killer caught, wouldn't you?

  Carl Meiss : Without the doc... I'm nothing. What do you think?

  Joe Mannix : Well, if, uh... if that shadow you saw ever becomes a face... call me, huh, Carl?

  [leaves his business card on a nearby desk and leaves] 

• Joan Cochrane : You really on a case? Or you just saying that to get next to me?

  Joe Mannix : I'm really on a case.

  [they kiss] 

  Joan Cochrane : How was that?

  Joe Mannix : Unexpected.

  Joan Cochrane : That the best you can do?

  Joe Mannix : Well, I, uh, came here hoping to talk, ask questions.

  Joan Cochrane : All right. Start pitching 'em to me, nice and easy.

  Joe Mannix : You remember a fella named Boyd Wilkins?

  Joan Cochrane : Now you're getting tacky. Why don't you just blow? I don't like tacky men.

  Joe Mannix : You stabbed him during a rock festival.

  Joan Cochrane : There were 70,000 witnesses said it was self-defense. He started getting tacky.

  Joe Mannix : There have been a number of incidents over the past years, not all of them reported to the police.

  Joan Cochrane : Always some dude who didn't know when his time was up.

  Joe Mannix : Have you, by any chance, read a book by Dr. Clement Jarrud?

  Joan Cochrane : Man, I don't even get time to read my own reviews. Busy, busy, busy.

  Joe Mannix : You were a patient of Dr. Jarrud's, weren't you?

  Joan Cochrane : Yeah, I been to so many shrinks, they're like a blur you pass on a motorcycle.

  Joe Mannix : This particular doctor became a real blur by taking a bullet in the temple.

  Joan Cochrane : I know just how he felt. Boom, and it's all over.

  Joe Mannix : You do remember him?

  Joan Cochrane : You sure he's dead? Or did he send you here to shake me down?

  Joe Mannix : Is that what you were afraid of?

  Joan Cochrane : No.

  Joe Mannix : You're "Patient Y" in Dr. Jarrud's book, aren't you? Brilliant entertainer, self-destructive, jealous, possessive. Sometimes striking out murderously at someone who didn't return her love.

  Joan Cochrane : Baby, you've got to be kiddin'. I ain't never had to beg for a man I wanted. Maybe... had some... other little confusions. Guess I needed ol' Clem to... get my head together.

  Joe Mannix : But, uh, after a while, you started digging him?

  Joan Cochrane : Other way around. Wouldn't be the first time some dude fell in love with me.

  Joe Mannix : Are you saying you were having an affair with Dr. Jarrud?

  Joan Cochrane : That so tough to believe?

  Joe Mannix : Well, I heard that he was in love with someone else.

  Joan Cochrane : Never. He dug *me*.

  Joe Mannix : Joan, he only saw you as a patient, not as a woman.

  Joan Cochrane : He loved me. Say he loved me. Say it.

  Joe Mannix : What happened that evening he was killed? Did he tell you it was hopeless? Were you there that evening?

  Joan Cochrane : You think I remember? I could have been anywhere. It was centuries ago. Oh, Clem... what'll I do now?

  Joe Mannix : [softly]  Joan... I'm sorry. Maybe some other time.

  Joan Cochrane : Wait. Don't go. Please don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone in the dark. Stay with me till the boys get back. Please? Daddy, don't lock me in the closet. Don't whip me. Oh, Clem, protect me. Please don't leave me alone in the dark. What are you still doing here? I can handle it. Go on, get out. Go on, beat it!