06x05 - Portrait of a Hero

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Would you like
some coffee, Barbara?

Don't be polite, Ben, darling,
say what you mean.

I'm getting smashed.

How long is this
gonna take, Ben?

About as long as it takes Chuck
to read these and sign them.

Everything's locked up tight;
I've made sure of that.

Barbara waives alimony.

Chuck stays as your VP
to promote the Tr.

It's clean, neat.

Clean and neat.

It's still the first divorce
in the Mallory family.

We don't call it divorce
anymore, Father.

It's a dissolution of marriage,

if that makes you
feel any better.

Honey, please, take it easy.

To my ex-husband to be,
wherever he is.

, Mr. Noland?

Thanks, Roy.

How is he?
Pretty bad.

But they think
he'll pull through.

The other man
was k*lled outright.

I saw that elevator-- it's a
miracle anyone got out of that.

Poor Roy.
He never harmed a soul.

Lieutenant Tobias
is with him. Room .

Hi, Joe.
Adam.

Is he gonna make it, Doctor?

Vital signs are good.

We're trying to get him
stabilized now.

Excuse me.

Has he said anything, Adam?

A name.

Sounds like "Joyce.”

Any leads?
Not yet.

Well, the b*mb squad says
it could have been a grenade.

Grenade?

Maybe someone brought
the w*r home with them.

Joe, Chuck Noland was one of the
most decorated men in Vietnam.

He had everything
except the Medal of Honor.

Who'd want to k*ll
a guy like him?

Who'd want to k*ll
a guy like Roy?

Roy...

what happened?

Roy, it's Joe Mannix.

Do you know who did it?

J... Joyce.

J... Joyce.

See? That's all he keeps saying.

Joyce.

It must mean something.

His wife's name is Marie.

Yeah.

She was really shook.

I talked to her.

She said he used to date
a girl named Josie, but...

she couldn't remember
the last name.

On the other hand,
it might have been a name

he heard Noland call out
just before he was k*lled.

Noland? Why?

Might have been trying
to tell Roy something.

Message from the grave, Joe?

Roy isn't exactly with it
right now, you know.

It may mean nothing at all.

Mm.

Maybe Lou Morgan can tell us.

That creep?
What's he gonna tell you?

Well, he owns the building.

Put up a $, reward.

I'd like to know why.

Chuck Noland was a big hero.

Besides, it's good business.

The insurance pays for the
damage, but it doesn't do

very much for the reputation
of the building.

Thing like this
scares people off.

And that's the extent
of your involvement, Lou?

Come on, Joe.

Just thinking out loud.

Any idea who might have done it?

Had to be a lunatic.

Or somebody's hired g*n.

Well, right on cue, Schaeffer.

Whatever that means, Mannix,
I'll bet it's cute.

This the casualty deal?

All it needs is your signature.

We tee off in minutes.

I'll see you at the club.

Stick around a minute,
will you, Schaeffer?

He's here on the bombing.

Do you know anyone
who might have wanted

to k*ll Noland or Roy Elkins?

No, I don't.

How about Joyce?

Joyce? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Does the name mean
anything to you, Schaeffer?

No, no, nothing.

Joe, how is it that
you're mixed up in all of this?

My client, Roy Elkins.

Who ran the elevator?
That's right.

Oh, I see.

Joe, I owe you.

You saved my neck once.

I don't forget.

So I'll give you a tip.

Check the Noland family.

What's that mean?

Chuck Noland's wife
was getting a divorce.

Lawyer she used to be stuck on
was handling it.

It was going to be pretty messy.

She lives in San Diego.

I'll get it.

Mr. Mannix?

Yes. Is Mrs. Noland in?

She's expecting you. Come in.

I'm Edgar Ewing.

Police have been
questioning her for two days.

I don't know why you agreed
to talk to him, Barbara.

You need rest.

Edgar, stop protecting me.

Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Noland.

Colonel Ewing
is making arrangements

for a m*llitary funeral
for my husband.

It was the Colonel's
life he saved

when he won the Silver Star.

I'm sorry to have to bother you

at a time like this,
Mrs. Noland.

It's quite all right.

I'll phone you later, Barbara.

Mr. Mannix.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Well...

Fire away.

Mrs. Noland...

were you getting a divorce?

What difference
does that make now?

You don't think
that had anything to do

with Chuck's death?

Do you know anyone
called... Joyce?

You're a detective, Mr. Mannix,
and you're only up to the J's?

The last one
I heard about was Sally.

I'm sorry.

That doesn't sound very nice

coming from a...
brand-new widow, does it?

Mm.

But the name Joyce
doesn't mean anything to you?

There was one girl last summer.

A singer.

J.C,, that was it.

She used initials.

But any target would do...

for Chuck.

He couldn't help it, I guess.

Marriage wasn't
the answer for Chuck,

and Daddy wasn't
as rich as he thought.

No, that's not right, either.

It's just that Chuck
had this hang-up.

I don't know what
he was trying to prove,

but he gave it
an awful lot of effort.

Mm.

J.C.

Do you know what the initials
stand for, Mrs. Noland?

All I know is J.C.

It must seem childish to you

to be jealous
of such a ridiculous name.

J.C. Casey.

Whatever Chuck and |
had going, Mr. Mannix,

it's over.

He's dead.

I'm trying to find out
who k*lled him, Miss Casey.

Exactly what was
your relationship?

Well, there was really
never any big secret.

I was on a USO tour,
and I met him.

And I was with him long enough
to get hooked.

I thought he was hooked, too.

And I guess he was,
until he had to go back

and decide what to do
with his life.

He found a rich girl--

That's what he decided
to do with his life--

And he married her.

And he sent for me.

But, uh...

you didn't know he was married?

No, not until I got here.

Ah,

And then?

And then, well,
I sort of stayed on.

I guess I haven't got
very good sense.

Does, uh, J.C. stand for Joyce?

No, would you believe Johanna?

My manager came up with J.C.

He thought J.C. Casey had a...
a professional swing to it.

Did, uh, Noland
talk much about his wife?

Well, she was engaged
when he met her,

but I guess she was
blinded by all his medals,

and she broke her engagement
and married Chuck instead.

Who was the other man?

Her father's lawyer.

Lorenz? Ben Lorenz?

Sounds like the name.

Did you know Mrs. Noland
was filing for divorce,

and Ben Lorenz was
handling the case?

It would have been
a losing cause.

Chuck never
would have let her go.

Mm.

Well, maybe...

What is it?

I'm not sure, but
stay away from that window.

I'll be right back.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

I see, Charlie.

Yeah, it's a real puzzle.

Okay, well, look,
thanks, Charlie.

Oh, listen, when
the albacore start running,

will you let me know?
I'll come on down.

Okay, good-bye.

What did you get?

Well, you believe
in ghosts, Joe?

Why?
The guy who leaves

his prints on the car, you know?

He doesn't exist.

He what?
Nothing.

Charlie went
through Washington, too.

Central Bureau, nothing.

Now, wait a minute,
a guy doesn't get to be his age

without a fingerprint record.

His driver's license,
the service, most jobs!

Unless he was a foreigner.

He looked like
an all-American boy to me.

Still zero.

Oh, lab report came through.

That expl*si*n was
definitely a hand grenade.

You know, I think you're right.

I think we're looking
for some guy

who was in the service
with Noland.

Someone in the service
without fingerprints?

Lieutenant Tobias.

Yeah. Hi, Peg.

Yeah. Just a minute.

Peggy.

Yeah, Peggy?

Joe? I checked out
Julian Mallory.

Noland's father-in-law.

He was in financial trouble
a few years ago.

Deep in the hole with
an experimental plane called...

mmm, the Tr.

Looked as though he was going
to lose his firm, J.M. Air.

Then he got money
from another firm...

Atlas Enterprises.

What did the pause mean?

Once you get
through the fine print,

you'll find out that
Atlas Enterprises is owned

by an old friend of yours,
Lou Morgan.

Come in, Mr. Mannix.

I'm Julian Mallory.

This is Ben Lorenz,
my attorney.

I asked him to join us here.

Mr. Lorenz.

I believe you said
it was urgent.

Yes, it is.

I'm due at the San Diego plant.

My plane leaves
in exactly minutes,

so, please, let's get
straight to the point.

Mr. Mallory, I'd like
to ask you some questions

about the financing
of your experimental plane.

What's the Tr got to do
with Chuck Noland's death?

I was hoping Mr. Mallory
could tell me.

I'm sorry, I fail to see
what you're driving at.

Well, a few years ago, your
company almost went under.

Whatever cash you had left,

you sank into the experimental
plane, is that right?

That's right.

This plane's a dream I've had
ever since I was a kid.

Right after World w*r li, |
thought I could bring it off.

Unfortunately, the state of the
industry was not then capable

of producing a plane reliable
and cheap enough to qualify.

Now, we have the answers.

Uh, the answers,
but you didn't have the money.

It took more
than you had planned.

Doesn't it always?

So, you took in
outside investors,

specifically Atlas Enterprises.

That's correct.

I know it's correct,

I was just wondering
if it was wise.

Julian, do you mind?

Go ahead.

Mr. Mannix, I don't know
what you're implying,

but I handled the transaction
with Atlas myself.

It was all perfectly legal.

Atlas Enterprises
is owned by Lou Morgan,

who also owns the building
where Chuck Noland was k*lled.

And you think
that's significant?

Mr. Mallory, what do you know
about Lou Morgan?

Well, I know
that he's a gambler,

if that's what you mean.

In Morgan's case, that's the
polite way of saying syndicate.

The important thing is
he had money, Mr. Mannix.

Money was what I needed.

He wasn't a philanthropist.

He believes that plane will make
him a fortune, and so do.

I've seen what happens to people

who let Lou Morgan
get a foot in the door.

Mr. Mannix, / still control
my company.

Wherever the money comes from,
what I do with it

is strictly legitimate.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

As I told you,
I have a plane to catch.

Have a nice flight, Mr. Mallory.

And you didn't
get a look at him?

No.

But he's obviously got a corner
on the grenade market.

Why you, Joe?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because
I'm asking questions

and getting close
to some answers.

Answers to what?

Well, for one thing,

maybe somebody wants to break
Mallory's plane company.

They don't want
the Tr to make it.

How do you mean that?

Sometimes it's more profitable

for a company to fail
than succeed.

You mean like taking
a big tax loss.

Well, that's one guess.

All I know is the answer's
got something to do

with someone named Joyce and,
uh, an airplane in San Diego.

Mr. Mannix? Ralph Stoner.

How do you do?

Mr. Mallory said
you were coming down.

Uh-huh.

Well, you look all right.
I, uh, read

where somebody
tried to k*ll you.

Well, there's a lot of that
going around LA.

Yeah.

Well, what, uh, what would you
like to see first?

I was told to give you the VIP
treatment.

I can take you over
to the production line or

give you a ride in the plane,
if you like.

Oh, that'd be fine.

Why don't you get
in the right side there?

Roddy, you want
to take a coffee break,

and I'll make this test, okay?

Right.

Well, tanks are full
and venting.

Controls are free,
and she's ready to go.

Oh, Roddy, this is Mr. Mannix.

This is my assistant, Roddy.

Hi, there.
How do you do?

Oh, by the way,

Cease fixed that aileron
you tagged.

Yeah, I logged it in the files.

I'm sure glad you get all the
problem flights.

See you later.

San Diego Control, this is Tr.

Request clearance at , feet

to Point Bravo
and south VFR to test area.

Tr, this is San Diego Control.

You are cleared
to Point Bravo via direct.

Uh, maintain ,.

Call on . on departing.

It's Tr, thank you.

Now watch this.

Really lifts right off.

It's like driving out of a
garage.

Yeah, we're hoping to sell a
million of these babies.

Did Chuck Noland have anything
to do with developing the Tr?

No, not really.

It was all old man Mallory.

I mean, Chuck worked with me
testing,

and did some, uh,
promotional work.

I guess they figured a hero is
always good for PR...

Were you and the Nolands
very friendly?

Well, Chuck and I had a beer
every now and then,

but that, uh, that was about it.

Did he ever bring anyone
along besides his wife?

Now, look, he was
married to the boss's daughter.

So, |-I made it a point not to
know about that kind of thing.

His private life, I mean.

Did he ever mention
a girl called Joyce?

Joyce?

She may be able to tell us why
he was k*lled.

Well, it's-it's like I say,

what, uh, what he did
off the job was his business.

Besides, I've-I've got enough to
worry about right here.

Sure.

Now, this is the test area.

Do you, uh...

Do you get airsick?

I try not to, why?

Well, I'm supposed to put her
through a few paces here.

Go ahead.

Stomach okay?

Yeah.

Uh, San Diego Control,

this is Tr departing
Point Bravo.

Uh, Tr,
San Diego Control, very good.

Tr, thank you.

Look, if you want to see how she
feels,

just put your feet on those
rudder pedals down there.

Take the joystick in your hands.

Now, push it forward to go down.

Pull it back to go up.

Want to make a turn,
just give it a little rudder

and a little stick in the same
direction.

You've got that?

I think so.

Oh, |, uh... I forgot to ask,

you, uh, ever fly
an airplane before?

Hi, Joe.

Hi, Roy.

How you feel?

To lay it on you straight,

I've felt better.

Well, at least
you're back among the living.

Yeah.

You feel up to talking about it?

Sure.

Who's Joyce?

That's what they've been
asking me since I came to.

I just don't know.

Roy, tell me what happened
in the elevator.

Everything you remember.

Man, it was wild.

Chuck Noland came in,
I shut the door...

You knew him?

I rode him up to the th floor
a few times.

We always talked a little.

Served in the same area
in Vietnam.

Anyway, I closed the door,
I heard this clank.

I thought maybe something's
wrong with the cable.

Then, I looked down.

I saw this grenade.

I thought, wow,
what do we do about that?

And then I knew.
There's nothing.

There's no way.

I don't even remember
the expl*si*n.

I woke up here.

They tell me
I was out a long time.

Now, you kept saying a name--
Joyce.

Yeah, they told me.

Wasn't no other woman, Joe.

Nothing like that, honest.

Sure. Now don't worry about it.

You just get well.

Hey, Joe?

Tell my wife,
there's no one else.

Never has been.

She knows that, Roy.

Well, he doesn't even remember
the expl*si*n.

It happens.

The shock blanks out the memory
of everything

ahead of the traumatic event.

Well, his life may depend
on getting that memory back.

Narcosynthesis might help.

I think he'll be able
to take the anesthesia

as soon
as his condition stabilizes.

How soon will that be?

Hopefully,
within the next hours.

Would you excuse me?

Thank you, Doctor.

Do you think
they'll try for Roy?

Well, we're working in the dark.

Those grenades were thrown
for a reason.

Roy might have the answer
without knowing it.

What'|| you do in the meantime?

See if I can shake up Lou Morgan
and Atlas Enterprises.

Why, of course, uh,
Elkins has his job back

when he gets out
of the hospital.

Consider it done, Joe.

It's a little more serious
than that, Lou.

I wouldn't like anything
to happen to him

while he's in the hospital.

Joe, you're talking
like I'm the Godfather.

That stuff went out years ago.

But garages are still in.

Yes, I heard about that.

I'm really sorry.

You know, I've been checking
over your investments, Lou.

An experimental plane
is a little out of your field,

isn't it?

I invest in a lot of things.

What's the payoff with Mallory?

Couple of bucks, I hope.

He has a good idea there.

Just make sure nothing happens
to my client here.

You've got to stop watching
the late show.

It's all legitimate now.

We don't wear pinstripe suits
and carry violin cases anymore.

What do you carry
your grenades in?

Hi.

Mr. Mannix.

Stoner around?

No. No, I had a flight
scheduled, and he snatched it.

You know, this is getting
to be a pretty easy job?

Stoner told me you nearly
gave him a heart att*ck.

Yeah, well, these Trs are good,
solid ships.

How about production problems?

None.

That's funny.

Your test program
turned up a few.

I saw the flight reports.

I never found a problem.

Stoner has.

Every flight,
according to the records.

Well, he is a perfectionist.

He would log it
if a bug hit the windshield.

Now, what happens when, uh,
he does find a problem?

Oh, well, anything
that turns up's usually small.

You know, an aileron
misalignment, compass error.

He just leaves a note
for Cease, the mechanic,

and Cease fixes whatever's wrong
at the end of the day.

But, uh, you've never found
anything wrong?

Lucky, I guess.

Maybe Stoner has more to lose.

Colonel.

Mannix.

Mind if I join you?

There are over bars
in San Diego.

I take it
this wasn't a coincidence.

Not exactly.

And over our drinks,

we're supposed to chat,
is that it?

Pass the time.

About what?

Chuck Noland.

I had a feeling.

You probably knew him better
than anyone else.

Oh, I did that, all right.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to k*ll him?

Almost everyone.

Including yourself?

Affirmative.

But I didn't.

Again, Scotch.

Because he saved your life?

Oh, yes, that.

On that occasion,
he won the Silver Star.

We'd just come back
from another nowhere sweep.

Pumping rockets into a jungle
where there were no Vietcong.

Chuck spotted a group
on the road. Civilians.

But he was looking
for body count.

I said no, but he went back
and worked them over.

We had no choice
except to cover him.

Unfortunately,
there were some real Vietcong

and some real weapons
concealed in the hill.

When we made our climb out,
they hit us.

I lost my engine
and half of my right wing.

Wasn't my best landing.

I drink too much,
now that I got a hollow leg.

You've never told anyone else
that story.

What for?

Yet, feeling the way
you did about him,

you still arranged

for a m*llitary funeral
with full honors.

For the good of the service,
Mr. Mannix.

What does the name Joyce
mean to you?

What should it mean?

Someone that Chuck Noland knew.

I don't know any Joyce.

There was a Jennifer once,
English girl.

Why?

I think someone is trying
to louse up the Tr.

Are you sure?

No, but I'd like
to nail it down.

Have you got enough pull to get
me into air traffic control?

Yeah.

San Diego Control, this is Tr.

Request clearance
at , to Point Bravo.

Uh, Tr, San Diego Control,

you are cleared
to Point Bravo via direct.

Maintain ,.
Report on leaving Point Bravo.

This is Tr. Thank you.

Have you got a sectional chart
covering the San Diego area?

Yeah, um, right here.

That's Point Bravo.

Uh, San Diego Control,

Tr departing Point Bravo.

Leaving your frequency.

Uh, Tr, San Diego Control,
good test.

Frequency change approved.

Can you stay with him?

Yeah, I'll try.

He's continuing on course.

Descending now.

Is that his normal
flight pattern?

Yes, it is.

Well, that's it.
I've lost radar contact.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning that he's outside
controlled airspace.

That's SOP for Stoner.

We lose him on the radar,

and ten minutes or so,
he comes back on.

Can you, uh, give me a fix
on his last position?

It's, uh, right here.

Four miles southeast
of Hermosidad.

That's right on the border.

You think he could have set down
in Mexico?

It's possible,
but it's not likely.

There are mountains in the area,
so he's below our radar.

It's as simple as that.

And you say that that's par
for the course for Stoner?

Right. He'll show up again
in about eight or nine minutes.

Stick around.

Oh, I'll take your word for it.

Mind if I keep this chart?

No. Sure thing.

Thanks for everything.
Right.

What are you getting at, Mannix?

Oh, just trying to figure
why Stoner went off the scope.

Planes do malfunction.

Yeah, on every flight.

Giving him a reason
to set down in Mexico.

You mean smuggling?

When I was with Stoner,

he was in the test area
for less than two minutes.

That's hard to believe.

How would you unload it?

The Tr is always brought back
here to the plant.

A lot of people around.

He could have helpers
or, uh, approval from the top.

Julian Mallory?
Not a chance.

His one interest is
in the plane itself.

It's not just
that I think he's honest.

It's just that he wouldn't be
interested in anything else.

Suppose he was pressed
for financing,

and had to take a partner in
who insisted on it

as the only way
to continue the Tr experiment?

I still don't believe it.

While you're throwing
some motives around,

suppose I was involved?

Aren't you putting yourself
in some danger,

discussing it with me?

Colonel, when you were
in Vietnam,

did you ever fly low
to draw the enemy fire?

To see where they were?

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Excuse me.

Mannix.

Joe, I just came
from the hospital.

Anything happen to Roy?

No, he's fine.

He responded to the anesthetic.

He remembers everything.

About Joyce, too?

I don't know.
He'll only talk to you.

It all came back to me, Joe.

Go on.

It was in the elevator.

Noland grabbed the grenade.

I guess it was instinct.

You're always trained to lob it
back, get rid of it quick.

It was still in his hand
when it went off.

I guess, he knew
there was no way out.

That's when he yelled it.

Joyce?

No. Joy... stick.

You sure?

Yeah.

Joy... stick.

Like in a plane.

Twice, he yelled it.

Hold it right there.

Keep your hands in sight.

Now turn around.

Hey.

Morning, Stoner.

Care for some breakfast?

No, I don't think so.

I understand from the
guard at the plant, uh,

he saw you last night.
Said you were chasing somebody.

He get a look at him?
Mm-hmm.

Sandy hair, moustache,
about six feet?

Yeah, that's the guy.
That's who I thought it was.

Do you know him?

Yeah, Les Carlson's his name.

He's a troublemaker
used to work at the plant.

He's always been bad news.

You, uh,
know where I can find him?

No, but, uh, I might be able

to get a picture out of the
office file.

There may be
a forwarding address.

What about fingerprints?

Yeah, well, anybody who works
at the plant

has to have fingerprint
clearance.

You want to, uh... you want to
look at those files?

Yeah, let's go.

My office is at
the back of the hangar.

I hope this'll help you out.

So do I.

Now, get some rope
and tie up your friend.

Go on.

You made one big
mistake, Stoner.

The man I'm chasing doesn't
have a fingerprint record.

Now, let me put it all
together for you.

You were getting more than
performance information

from those test flights.

Chuck Noland found out

that you were certifying
mechanical problems

so your grease monkey could come
in here at night

and remove the heroin you were
flying in from Mexico.

You're crazy, Mannix.

Noland found out.

I guess he demanded
a piece of the action,

and that's when he got blown up.

Expect anybody to believe
that story?

Not without evidence.

All right, Stoner, you're next.

San Diego Control,
Tr request clearance

at , feet to Point Bravo
then to test area.

Uh, Tr, San Diego Control,

you are cleared
to Point Bravo via direct.

Maintain ,.

Report on leaving Point Bravo.

Tr, thank you.

By

Hey, pal, you out of gas
or something?

Cliff Lockwood, Cleveland.

Stoner sent me after the stuff.

I don't know any Stoner.

He didn't want
to keep you waiting.

We got a hurry up call
from Lou Morgan in L.A.

Now do you know him?

Maybe I know him, maybe I don't.

Heck, how do you think
I found this place,

if Stoner hadn't told me?

Now, do I get the joystick,
or do I tell him you've decided

to go into business for
yourself?

Okay.

Okay.

Funny thing, Mr. Lockwood,

you remind me of a guy I know in
L.A. called, uh... Mannix.

Hello, Schaeffer.

I knew there had
to be a connection

to Lou Morgan someplace.

You've been a drag,
you know that.

You've been a real drag.

That's beautiful.

A prepackaged bar of heroin.

You just loosen up
one toggle bolt

and replace the whole joystick
and take off again.

A few trips, and, uh, you're
a million or so ahead.

Just hand it to Benji.

Lou didn't want you hurt.

He warned you twice.

Three times, you're out.

I'm not crazy, Schaeffer.

You don't think
I'd come down here

without some backup muscle.

Too bad you're such
a lousy pilot, Mannix.

You've got to keep up
your air time,

or you get rusty.

No wonder you crashed.

How did I manage to do that?

Easy.
We put you in the cockpit,

we set the controls for climb.

And you go up and up and up
until finally,

it falls off in a spin.

And what am I doing,
all of this time?

Nothing much.

You see, Mannix, in a crash,

you get your head bashed in.

You all right, Mannix?

Well, well, well.

The man who never was.

Sorry about that.

You're government.

That's why I couldn't get
to your prints, right?

Treasury.

Then who threw the grenades?

Well, we figure Schaeffer did.

They've already picked
up Lou Morgan.

Last night,
when I was chasing you,

somebody clobbered me.

I'm afraid that was me.

Any particular reason?

They wired a grenade
to your car.

We figured it was best to remove
it before you opened the door.

You two were working together,

and you just let me stumble
around in the dark?

You put things together
that we weren't able to.

Just let you lead the way.

Thanks.

I always figured I was doing
enough for my country

when I paid my taxes.

Mannix, thank you.