All language subtitles for ironside_s07e21_close_to_the_heart

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.