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He's got a bullet in her.

Mrs. Keith has been shot. Jess, how and when did you get shot, Mrs. Keith?

There has to be some mistake, because I've never been shot.

I'd say she was shot from directly in front, at a distance of three or four

feet. Then she must know who shot her. I'm not going to have an operation.

Laura's had an attack.

She's unconscious. I've given permission for the operation.

I want this whole investigation to stay under wraps.

Her life may depend on it.

Good morning.

Hey, I bought that new blend of coffee you wanted.

Mm -hmm.

Did you hear what happened last night? It seems a UFO landed in Candlestick

right in the middle of the ballgame. The creatures inside thought it was an

airfield. They ruined a double play, and now the game is being protested.

I'll be back around three. I'm driving down to Santa Cruz.

Santa Cruz?

Yes, I'm doing a lecture at the college.

You want me to drive you?

No need.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you get those lab reports last night? Yeah. Where are you going?

Santa Cruz. Who's driving you?

I'm driving me. I can drive you.

Up the wall.

Besides, I'm sure you have plenty to do around here.

Oh, Fran.

I heard that game on the radio. What those creatures really did was to shoot

down a fly ball.

They thought it was a missile.

Ciao.

Okay, how many fingers do you see?

One. Good.

How is the lady?

We don't know yet.

Your eyes look clear. Everything seems to be in working order. But I want to

keep you here for a little while. Is that necessary?

I want some x -rays. And to make sure, I'd like you under observation for at

least 24 hours, just in case you might have had a concussion. I have to be in

Santa Cruz.

I know you're a busy man, Chief, we all are. But it's for your protection.

If you prefer, we'll call in your own physician.

Oh, let's get on with it.

Sit tight.

Several cuts, contusions, abrasions.

No sign of broken bones, though. You have a blood count taken?

Normal. Shows no anemia.

Mrs. Keyes, I'm Dr. Furness.

You've been in an accident. You're in a hospital.

You're all right. They're taking care of you.

Is there anyone you'd like us to call?

Your husband?

Husband?

But he... He's out of town.

Where?

Phoenix. Could you give us a phone number, an address?

Desert Riviera.

Desert Riviera. Is that a hotel?

We'll get in touch with him.

In the meantime... Doctor.

Doctor, I think... I must have had a heart attack.

I was driving along and then I got this pain.

Pick up an EKG and enzymes right away.

Well, your x -rays look fine. Nothing broken.

Unfortunately, x -rays won't solve a concussion.

Are you feeling any headaches?

No.

Nausea? I am feeling fine, doctor.

How many?

22.

No double vision. Frankly, I'm too hard -headed to have a concussion.

Well, let's just make sure of it, okay? Meanwhile, if you want to move around a

bit, use your wheels. Husband has keys.

She's coming along nicely. Her electrocardiogram is normal. And it

heart attack.

We don't know yet.

Would you like something to read? I'll send the nurse in with some magazines.

Thank you.

Oh, Doctor, if I'm going to be your reluctant guest for the night, what can

expect for dinner? How's the cuisine here?

Oh, average hospital food, I'd say. As bad as that.

Dr. Furness, can I see you for a minute? Yes. On second thought, maybe Chief

Ironside should know about this.

We missed something when we examined Mrs. Keyes. Take a look at this film.

She's got a bullet in her.

Mrs. Keith has been shot.

Shot?

Well, the bullet showed up very clearly on our X -ray film.

But... That's impossible.

I mean, surely if somebody had shot me while I was driving, I would have

it. Not necessarily. In any case, this is an old wound. Certainly nothing that

happened within the last few hours.

Just how and when did you get shot, Mrs. Keith?

There has to be some mistake, because I've never been shot.

You know, it's bad enough having an accident, but wouldn't you know, it'd be

luck I'd have to run into a policeman.

I'm really sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

Now, think about it.

Have you ever gone hunting?

Perhaps with your husband?

Never. Look, they've probably just gotten the x -rays mixed up. There's

mix -up, Mrs. Gies. We've checked and rechecked. Well, how... Must it be

something like that?

Ms. Keyes, you do have a bullet in you. It's lodged in the myocardium.

That's very close to the heart.

The bullet must have shifted while you were driving. That's what brought on the

attack. And it could shift again, and that could be very serious.

It's got to come out.

This is really wild.

Can you imagine being shot and not knowing it? The circumstances would have

be very special.

Suppose I get to keep the bullet as a souvenir.

I'm afraid not.

But surely I could wear it around my neck as a good luck charm. By law, any

bullet we remove has to be turned over to the police.

Unless you prefer someone else, we have an excellent surgeon on staff, Dr.

Bernstein. Shall I ask him to talk to you?

Oh, uh, sure, Paul.

I think we should operate first thing in the morning.

Good luck with your keys. I'm sure you're going to be fine.

I hope so.

How dangerous is the operation?

Not as dangerous as leaving that bullet in there.

Was there any evidence of powder burns?

There were distinct powder burn scars.

What's your best judgment on the distance and angle? I'd say she was shot

directly in front at a distance of three or four feet.

Then she must know who shot her.

It would seem so.

Flight 264 from Phoenix, now arriving at gate 12.

Mercy Hospital, please.

You, uh, shouldn't have been driving.

That just isn't necessary.

I can take you anywhere you want. No, Mark, you're no longer my driver. You're

police officer, and I drive very well.

Yeah, you landed in the hospital. It was my fault. As I told you on the phone,

they're keeping me here only as a precaution. They want to make sure he

have a concussion. Which I think is very wise.

All right, now that you're all here, what's been happening?

Had any developments in the Brunel case? Still checking.

Mark? I got a lead on a kid who might have seen it.

Then I won't keep you. Hey, I just came here. I don't need any hand -holding,

tea, sympathy, or chicken soup.

Check with you later.

Make it a good deal later, will you? I have some work to do. Oh, Fran, you

better stay.

I'll need you. Sure.

I'll check on the van, find out what needs to be done to it. Thank you. Take

easy. Thank you.

All right.

Bye.

How was your lunch, Chief? I told them you were a VIP.

Uh -huh.

That explains the salt.

A member of my staff, Officer Belding, Dr. Frenette.

How do you do? Hello.

Chief, I don't think you're going to get that bullet after all. Mrs. Keyes has

suddenly decided she doesn't want surgery.

Does she give any reason? She just says that she's scared.

Have you reached her husband?

He's with her now. I just left him. He's doing his best, but she seems to be

adamant. Let sleeping dogs lie.

Look, you had a heart attack. That's not exactly a sleeping dog.

come in.

Please do.

Dan, this is the unfortunate man that I ran into.

Chief Ironside, this is my husband.

This is Officer Fran Belding. Sit down, officer.

Hello. Hello.

Chief, I'm so glad you came by. I've been thinking back, trying to figure out

what happened, and I do recall something. I was just telling Dan about

was that?

Well, we have a daughter, Tress. She's 11, and she just... Loves to go to the

beach. She has an enormous collection of seashells.

And this particular time, you were out of town, Dan.

We packed up a lunch. Just when was that?

Oh, it was about, um... It was about two years ago.

Anyway, Tress went on off down the beach to look for shells. And I stayed

behind. I was unpacking the lunch. And there were some boys. And they were

shouting and yelling upon a bluff behind us. And something...

It hit me.

I thought one of them threw a rock at me. You know how kids are. They're just

horsing around.

You didn't hear a shot? Well, I can't remember one.

But it's possible that one of those boys was playing with a gun.

I mean, anyway, I had a first aid kit in the car, so I put a bandage on the

wound, and when it healed, I forgot about it.

I still don't understand why you didn't tell me about it.

Well, Dan, in the first place, I didn't know I'd been shot. And in the second

place, you didn't get back home for a couple of months.

Well, the important thing now is to get that bullet out of you.

Your husband's right, Mrs. Keyes. I'm not going to have any operation.

I'm all healed and I'm fine.

That's nonsense, Laura, and you know it. Could we discuss it later?

There's nothing to discuss. It's got to come out. Dad, please.

Fran, we'll be on our way. I hope you're not going to make this into some kind

of a police matter.

You were shot, Mrs. Keyes.

Probably by accident.

And there's no possible way to identify those boys now.

The bullet might give us some lead.

But I'm not going to have an operation. I will not consent to an operation.

That's my decision to make, isn't it? Yes.

It's your life.

Your decision.

Well, Fran?

She's not very good at lying.

That bullet made a hole.

There would have been no way for her to think she was hit by a rock. The

question is, why is she lying?

Could she have tried to kill herself and then tried to cover it up?

Well, it's a possibility.

Would have been very unnatural to hold the gun three feet away.

Time we did a little checking.

Officially?

is evidence of an attempted murder and obstructing justice.

Apart from that, she could have killed almost anyone on the street yesterday,

including me.

I want to know why.

Officially.

It looks like a murder scene. It's a police room.

Morris had an attack.

She's unconscious. I've given permission for the operation.

When they remove that bullet, get it right over to ballistics.

What's taking them so long?

They must be having problems.

Not necessarily.

Hey, Mal, can you get that other bleeder? Right.

The carbon dioxide level is rising.

Okay.

Let's make it quick, huh?

How do these things happen? It's so crazy.

Here I am in Phoenix. I think everything's just fine. And then it's

blue. What kind of work were you doing in Phoenix, Mr. Keyes?

I was putting a new radio station on the air.

You're an engineer?

Yeah.

You had no idea that a wife had ever been shot?

It was out of the blue.

Strangest thing that ever happened.

Yes, it is. Very strange.

Officer Sanger, telephone.

Thank you.

Hello. Mark, how's it going?

No news yet, Chief.

Keep going on the table.

All right, Mark. Keep in touch.

Uh, just a minute.

Looks like she made it.

Yep, it's okay, Chief.

Here's what you've been waiting for.

Looks like a .22 caliber.

Definitely a match, Chief. The image to the right is a bullet taken from Mrs.

Keyes.

Fine. Will you get Dr. Furness on the phone, please?

All right. What's the story?

The other bullet was taken from a murder victim named Carlos Ortega.

Ortega? A Mexican -American, 38, murdered about two years ago. The case

unsolved. Yeah, they found him in an alley. It looked like a robbery murder.

That's all I got for you, Chief.

Thanks. We'll dig up his file.

Dr. Finesse.

Hello, Doctor.

How's Miss Keyes?

I'm glad to hear that.

Is she up to having visitors?

Yes, it is.

Most urgent.

Oh, yeah.

Tan, it's the watch from the antique store.

Well, I guess I can recognize a hint when I see it staring me in the face.

You like it, Mama?

Ten is too expensive. No, don't talk nonsense.

No, really.

No, don't. No arguments.

You deserve it.

No, I don't deserve anything.

All right.

But if I keep it, I promise you to, I'm going to give you a hamburger every

night for a month.

Well, in that case, maybe we better take it back. Just try.

At the time, Tress...

You're going to be late for your dancing lesson.

Oh, I can skip that, Mama.

Never mind.

I hope you feel better, Mama.

Bye.

See you later, darling.

How's your wife, Mrs. Keyes?

Oh, she's fine.

I was just taking trash to her dancing lesson. We won't keep you.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Keyes. They tell me you're doing famously.

I guess I was just silly holding on to that bullet.

There's a box of candy over there.

Oh, no, thank you.

She finds hot?

Oh, no, thank you.

Mrs. Keyes.

Did you ever know a man named Carlos Ortega?

Carlos Ortega?

No.

Why? Should I have known him?

Well, you do have something in common with him.

You were both shot with the same gun.

Only Carlos Ortega did not recover.

It's one of our unsolved murders.

I never heard of any Carlos Ortega.

All right, I'll accept that.

What I won't accept is that you don't know who shot you.

Your story of a stray bullet and a picnic on the beach just won't hold up.

you saying that a lot?

Mrs. Keyes, there were powder burn scars around your wound.

Obviously, you were shot at close range by someone standing directly in front of

you. I don't want to answer any more of your questions.

I've told you everything that I know, and I wish that you would both... Please

go now.

I think it would be wise for you to trust us, Mrs. Keyes. Trust you?

Aren't you the one that's been calling me a liar?

Fran, leave Mrs. Keyes one of our cards.

Ortega was just a rank -and -file member of the Union up to that time, but

apparently he was able to gather quite a group around him.

An opposition faction, is that it? Exactly. The idea was to depose Bill

McCracken and all the other officers of Local 183.

That could be a pretty good motive for murder.

How'd the election go?

Well, once Ortega was out of the picture, the opposition just fell apart.

McCracken was re -elected, as usual. All right, Dan, I'd see McCracken if

necessary. Well, something felt good?

It was stew.

We finished it. Well, thanks a lot. Well, Mark?

Daniel Keyes is an upstanding citizen and a credit to the community.

He has a spotless record, a loving wife, 11 -year -old daughter, two -story

house, a dog, a cat, and a very impressive income.

All his trips out of town?

Apparently strictly business.

He's a consulting radio engineer.

And the night Ortega was murdered.

What night was that, Ed?

June 4th.

Yeah. Two years ago from...

May 3rd to July 26th, he was in Indian Rock, Arizona, putting a radio station

the air.

But on June 4th, he could have easily taken a quick trip into San Francisco.

Unless he can prove otherwise.

You think it's her husband?

Why not?

All right, then. Why was he so anxious to have that bullet taken out?

Because her life was in danger.

Fran, tomorrow when you check out Laura Keyes, don't neglect her career in real

estate. No, I... I want this whole investigation to stay under wraps.

Her life may depend on it.

Hello? Hello?

Is anyone there?

Are you warm enough, Miss Belding, or would you like to go below? Oh, no,

you. I'm fine.

Well, let's see, uh... What can I tell you?

Uh... Laura Key.

Fabulous lady.

And it's not that she's attractive, she's, uh... She's also very bright.

How long did she sell houses for you, Mr. Purcell?

About a year, maybe longer.

Why, what's wrong?

When did she stop working for you? Oh, uh... A little over a year.

Perhaps more. You know, I'll never understand why Laura quit.

Maybe you can explain it.

She had the exclusive agency right to a sea view estate up in Marin County.

You know what that means to a real estate broker, Miss Belding? I guess

pretty good setup.

It's a gold mine.

What reason did she give you for quitting?

She said she wanted to spend more time with her husband and her little girl.

And you didn't buy that?

Well, at the time, I really couldn't see it, but it is true that she's very

devoted to her family.

Listen, is Laurie in some kind of trouble? Because if she is, I'd like to

Was she ever in trouble while she worked for you? Oh, no, no, no.

Not that I ever heard of. Did she ever have any business differences with you,

Mr. Purcell?

Oh, no, no. We got along great.

You know, you haven't told me what this is all about.

Just one more question.

Is Seaview Estate still doing well?

Yes, we're still building on the property and we're still selling houses.

I'm misspelling...

It strikes me that I've been answering all your questions while you've been

sidestepping mine. That's right, Mr. Purcell.

Well, what's it got to do with my union? Listen, I'm in the middle of important

negotiations. I don't need any more headaches. Not over some guy's dead and

buried years ago.

We understand Carlos Ortega was a very active member of Local 183.

Yeah, he was an active member, all right. He was an active troublemaker.

find one in every union. You know what was bugging him?

He was after my job. He wanted to be president of the local. You're darn

You see, a lot of people think I have a cushy spot here. They don't figure how

many hours I put in or what you got to know to deal with these touchy

situations.

Believe me. Ortega was running on a reform ticket, wasn't he? Sure.

He had a whole lot of phony issues.

Tried to get the guy stirred up.

What else could he do? He had to run on some kind of platform.

The membership buy it?

Are you kidding? What do you take those guys for? They're not so stupid. They

know what's good for them. They never got the chance to make that choice, did

they?

Ortega was murdered before that election came up.

Yeah.

But it had nothing to do with the election.

I'll tell you what happened to him.

He got a snoot full one night, he staggered down an alley, and some two

junkie knocked him over for the price of a fix.

It's as simple as that.

Now, that's absolutely all I can tell you.

If you will excuse me, like I told you, I'm up to my eyeballs in important

negotiations. I don't mean to be rude.

Thank you for your time, Mr. McCracken.

I always believe in cooperating, especially with the law.

Susie, get in here.

Mama, Mama!

Are you the detective?

That's right.

Miss Ortega, I'm Sergeant Brown.

Yes, you're the one who phoned.

Well, come in.

Thank you.

You kids stay outside until I call you, okay?

Okay? Come in, please.

Mind talking in the kitchen? I'm fixing lunch.

That'll be fine.

Thought the police had given up trying to find Carlin's killer.

We never quite give up.

I'm glad to hear that.

Someday I'm going to have to tell my kids just what their father died for.

Are you managing all right?

Well, it's not easy.

Mortgage on your place, taxes going up all the time.

But I've taken in a couple of boarders.

Just from the university.

And that helped them. And I've been promised a part -time job next month.

What about the union? Don't they have a fund to help out?

Sure. If they're right, they should be getting a pension.

You know what I'm getting?

What a double talk.

If they can keep it, I'm not going to go begging Bill McCracken for one thin

dime. If you can tell, I'm not exactly a fan of his.

Why is that, Mrs. Ortega?

Haven't you heard this theory about Carlos staggering down some alley?

Been handing it out for two years now.

Look, Carlos may not be a teetotaler, but he wasn't a drunk.

Did your husband have any enemies?

Of course he had enemies.

Wouldn't give you a nickel for a man who didn't.

Look, Carlos had... Strong opinions.

Strong principles.

That doesn't always make you too popular.

I guess we're talking now about his union activities.

How life was his family, his work, and his union.

I guess that's why he fought so hard against McCracken and his crowd.

He used to say there was nothing wrong with Local 183.

The rank -and -file members were great guys.

Just sort of...

A few small crooks took control.

But he didn't have any real proof, did he? At least, we never gave up with

anything. Yeah, well, there would have been plenty of proof if Carlos had won

the election.

The first thing he was going to do was have an audit made of the pension fund.

What about the men who backed him? Didn't they carry on the fight?

Few of them tried.

But after Carlos was murdered, some of them got scared.

Some got discouraged.

Some of them got their heads broken.

Look, you can't really blame them.

They have wives and kids to think about.

I'm a good example of that.

Now then, Ms. Ortega, isn't Local 183 required to send out a financial report

its membership?

Yeah, they send it out twice a year.

Would you happen to have one handy?

I'm afraid not. They don't send it to me.

You could go up to the union office. I'd rather not deliver to the union. You

understand?

Sure.

Listen, there's a friend of Carlos who might have a copy I could get for you.

I'd appreciate that very much, and as soon as possible, please.

Sure. Thank you.

Just doesn't figure.

Fran. What about Purcell?

Oh, he was very cooperative.

Answered all my questions. A real charmer.

Do you have reservations?

Well, all the time I was there, I kept wondering where I'd seen his face

So I spent the afternoon going over mugshots.

And? Our friend Purcell is none other than Charles Morant.

Well, what's Charlie Morant doing selling real estate on the West Coast?

just what I was wondering. You don't suppose he's gone legitimate?

More likely he's fronting for the mob.

He puts on a great act.

Never been short of that kind of talent. Mr. Smooth.

Until somebody ripples the waters.

Remember that time in Miami he held a gun to that councilman's head and had

crawling on his hands and knees around the pool? Mr. Morantz has a temper, but

it obviously hasn't interfered with his real estate work.

When precisely did Laura Keyes stop working for him? May, two years ago.

Hey, Chief, take a look at this.

You'll find it interesting.

Oh, this guy.

It came from the department.

It could have come from the hospital, Chief. As a matter of fact, it probably

did. All right, Fran, get to the hospital fast.

I want you to stay with Mrs. Keith. Now, don't let her out of your sight.

for me.

Oh, but we did get the union financial report from Mrs. Ortega.

Ironside. Yes, Fran. Laura Keyes was dismissed from the hospital at 10 o

this morning. She's been sent home. Get over to her house.

Stay with her. Right.

Interesting.

Yes, isn't it?

I think we're ready to make a couple of arrests.

Mrs. Keyes? Yes.

Delivery.

That's beautiful.

Who sent it?

I don't know.

Yeah, I'd like to keep it outside.

Hey, could you put it over here?

Right.

It's really beautiful.

Thank you.

May I talk with you, Mrs. Keyes?

Come in.

But I won't be alone.

My husband's going to be back here in a couple of hours. He and Dress went to

pick up my mother, and she's coming over here to help out. Mrs. Keyes, you don't

seem to understand.

You're in danger.

Danger from what?

I've been trying to explain.

The story's in the newspaper.

They've made a connection between the two bullets. Now, you're a threat to

whoever killed Ortega. You can identify him.

I have told you and told you I can't identify anyone. I don't know anything.

I don't know why you won't believe me.

Mrs. Keyes, it makes no difference what I believe.

I'm here to protect you.

Miss Filning, is there any law that permits you to be here against my

No. But I think you'd be making a big mistake to send me away.

Well, Miss Felding, that's just going to have to be my mistake.

Thank you, but goodbye.

Well, that's the way you want it.

Goodbye, Mrs. Keith.

Chief.

Hello. Mrs. Keyes?

Chief, I was just telling Miss Belding I really don't need any protection.

Well, I'm not here to argue the point.

What is it this time? Is it more questioned?

This time I thought I'd try a few answers.

I've already told you what happened.

Were we really supposed to believe that story about a stray bullet?

Really?

On June 4th, two years ago, Carlos Ortega was murdered.

Now, there are two interesting things about that murder.

One, he was challenging the leadership of his union. Two, he was killed with

same gun with which you were wounded.

I already told you, and it's the truth.

I have never laid eyes on nor have I ever heard of anyone named Carlos

Just about the time you abruptly quit your well -paying job, Ortega was

proposing to have the union pension fund audited. It never happened because he

was murdered.

If it had happened, something very interesting might have come to light.

One of the supposedly legitimate investments of that pension fund is

Estates. It's all here in the annual statement.

And although Seaview Estates seems a very prosperous venture, none of its

profits are going into the Union Pension Fund.

Money's being siphoned off.

Only two men could have arranged that.

One named Bill McCracken, one named Mike Purcell.

Which one shot you?

I nominate Purcell.

Those are your answers, not mine. You never heard any of that from me. Mrs.

Keyes, were you in love with Mike Purcell?

Your husband was out of town a great deal.

I suppose you were lonely. That's absurd.

I had a child to raise. I had a career that's very demanding. I had friends.

I had activities.

It's always lonesome.

There isn't any excuse. I still don't know how I could have been so stupid.

Suppose you tell us what really happened.

I went out to dinner with him a couple of times.

He was charming.

And he didn't pressure me at all at first.

take a chance i got away with it so i took another one and another one

and before i knew it i was having an affair

you met my husband dan

well dan's a very honest man

I couldn't take it, so that's when I broke off with Mike.

Did you know about his underworld connections?

Not at first, but I began to wonder about all those phone calls and

meetings. Did you question him about those? No.

I mean, he was charming, but he had a violent temper.

I mean, one time he almost killed a parking lot attendant, and then he gave

boy $50 and acted like nothing happened. How did he take it when you broke off

with him? That's when it all happened.

It was awful.

We were in his apartment.

When did you put that back on?

Oh, Dan's back. He would have noticed.

You said he wasn't coming back for another week.

We changed his plans.

Well,

it was you who didn't want to wear it when you were with me.

I really have to go.

Okay, okay.

But I'm sure you got a couple more minutes.

Hmm? What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Everything.

I lied to you. Dan's not back. I... I can't do it anymore,

Mike.

Hey, wait a minute.

Take it easy. Let's talk about it. Sit down. Come on. Sit down. Talk about it.

Mike, there ain't anything to talk about. It's my fault, not yours. I let

I wanted to get involved, but it's just a terrible mistake.

It was no mistake. You've got no life with your husband. There's nothing

You were dead until you met me. I was foolish and stupid, and I didn't

appreciate anything that I had. You had nothing.

Mike, I want to go.

Oh, Laura, listen.

Marriage and all that sort of stuff is old -fashioned. Nobody treats it

seriously anymore. Everybody cheats. I bet your husband cheats.

No. What do you think he's doing on those cold nights when he's away?

What, is he some kind of saint? I just know him. The way he knows you?

Laura, I don't like it when my girl walks out on me.

I'm sorry.

I won't let you do it, baby.

Mike, there's only one thing that you can do to stop me. Are you going to quit

your job and give up all that money? That's right. Come on now.

Hey, all right, all right.

You want to break it off?

You got this need to feel guilty? All right, all right, we'll break it off.

There's no reason you can't keep working for me.

That's business.

Business?

Mike, I don't think that's a terrific idea. Why? Do you think I'll keep

Yes. I'll kill you before I let you leave here, you understand?

Mike, it's over. It's over.

I'm not kidding.

You're going to shoot me?

You try leaving here.

Try walking out that door. Nobody does this to me, you understand? Nobody.

Try it.

What have I done?

Oh, honey.

Honey, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please.

I just couldn't let you go, honey. Please forgive me.

My daughter is expecting me at home.

Okay, okay.

I'll get you a doctor.

Easy, just take it easy.

You'll be fine, honey.

Then a doctor came and had me brought to his office.

I found out that he worked for the syndicate, so there wouldn't be any

But he was afraid to take the bullet out. He thought it would be safer just

leave it in and patch me up.

And I agreed to that. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I just wanted to go

home.

I'll get it, Mrs. King.

We just got a phone call in the van. I picked up McCracken, but Purcell is

taking off.

All right, Ed, thank you.

Can you really protect me?

Not forever, Ms. Keyes.

The only sure way is to convict Purcell of murder.

To do that, we'd need your testimony.

You'd have to go before the grand jury.

What am I going to say to Dan?

That quarter.

No!

Hands over here.

He's on his way to the jail hospital, Mrs. Keyes.

He won't be troubling anybody anymore.

You're free now, honey.

You'll also be glad to hear that Bill McCracken is going to plead guilty.

Just got the news from the DA.

How do you feel, Mrs. Keyes? Are you up to testify now, or would you like me to

try to get it postponed?

No, no, no. I want to go ahead with it.

All right. Let me see if they're ready for you.

Dan, there's something that we have to talk about.

I don't think so.

Yeah.

About Purcell and me.

You haven't asked a single question since it all came out. It wasn't

Well, I think that you have to know how it happened.

I know how it happened.

You knew about us?

I didn't know that he shot you, but I knew everything else.

When two people have been as close as we have, it's not easy to hide things, is

it?

You never said anything.

What was there to say?

I waited for you to make a choice and you chose you stayed with me. That's all

that matters. Yeah. No.

That chapter's closed.

Waiting for you, Miss Keyes.

Bye bye.