All language subtitles for Mannix s1e11_Catalogue of Sins

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You all right, gentlemen?

Yes, sir.

Good for camera?

That's a print.

Get the principals ready.

What'd we get on that?

Look, put a hold on take three

in case I want to use
the beginning.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Roy Bradley.

I think he's
the art director.

Roy? Yeah.

Over there.
Thanks.

Bradley?

When you come up behind
a man, it'd be a good idea

to cough or scuff your feet.

I'm sorry.

My name is Mannix.

I had a phone call--

bring $20,000,
Grant Park Carousel,

midnight tonight.
Blackmail?

That's right.
I think you'd be wise
to see the police.

Here's the money.

Meet the man.
Buy back a steno notebook.

This is $8,000.
I thought you said $20,000?

It's every cent I've got.

It's even odds
you'll lose your money.

My money!

Look, if you're so sure
the blackmailer's

willing to sell,
why don't you go yourself?

I don't trust myself.

If I get my hands on him,
I'll kill him.

Now look, Bradley,

if he's expecting you
and I show up, he's liable

to run.
Do you want the job?

I don't know.
What's in the notebook?

Nothing to interest you.

I don't see how I can help you.

What's the matter?

Fussy about who you work for?

Yeah.

I like my clients to trust me
and be cooperative.

Look, I need help.

Now, you say
it's a long shot.

Okay, but it's
the only shot I've got

and telling you
about the notebook

won't make the job any easier.

Maybe not, but I have to have
something to go on--

I need leverage to pry

what you want from
the man who's got it.

MAN:
Hey, Roy?

It's 2:40.

Be back at the
usual time, 4:20?

Have we ever been late?

Only Monday, Wednesdays
and Fridays.

Just so you
cover for me.

I've got a date.

Okay, Jim.

Well, Mr. Mannix?

A steno's notebook.

You know, blackmailers
don't usually

give up their meal tickets.

How will I know I've got

the right notebook
for the money?

Well, if you get the wrong one,

the money won't be
any good to me anyway.

(clicking and rattling)

I checked the serial numbers.

The bills are clean.

I don't get it,
he's your client

and you're digging
into him like

he robbed a bank.
Maybe he did.

I'm afraid your theory's
wrong this time, Mannix.

Now look, I've drawn arcs

20 minutes driving
distance from the studio,

allowing a two-mile leeway,

and there's still
no medical offices.

Look, three times a week,
Bradley leaves 20 minutes

before the hour and gets back
20 minutes after the hour.

Now, what does
that sound like to you?

Well, an appointment
with a psychiatrist,

possibly as you suggested,
but where, on a street corner?

Okay, so there are no medical
buildings within that arc.

How about home addresses

of psychiatrists
within that area?

Mannix, it's a waste of time.

Why would a psychiatrist
see a patient in midday

when everyone has an office
just for the...?

You were saying?

Well, I couldn't find

Dr. Steven Warren's
office on the list.

I thought it was an error.

Dr. Warren, huh?

Where does he live?

Thanks, Parker.

Well, even if Bradley
is his patient,

he's not going
to tell you anything.

Ethics.

Ordinarily, we'd check
Mr. Bradley's credit

through the normal the channels,
but he's in a terrible rush.

His boy needs
the encyclopedias.

By the way,
have you ever considered

buying a set of books
that will bring into your home

facts on every conceivable
subject under the sun?

I'm sorry...

Oh, oh, now, don't
be too hasty, ma'am.

Just think, how many times

have you wanted
the answer to a question...

I really don't
want any books.

And I can't help you with
regard to Mr. Bradley.

"Can't"? Why?

Don't you want
to help Mister Bradley?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix.

Oh...

You're trying to tell me
he's not a patient.

Why you've never heard of him.

That son of a gun,
he lied to me.

Well, I'm certainly glad
I found out in time.

Fine credit risk he'd make.

I'm awfully sorry
to have bothered you, ma'am.
I didn't say he

wasn't a patient.

Well, uh, is he or isn't he?

Doctor, a Mr. Mannix is here

to check on the credit
of Mr. Roy Bradley.

I don't know what
to tell him.

The doctor would like
to see you, Mr. Mannix.

Well, thank you.

By the way, I'll see
that you get

a very nice gift
from the company.

It's awfully nice
of you to see me, doctor.

Even though I want to talk
about Roy Bradley,

I'd feel very guilty
if I didn't offer you

this beautiful set
of encyclopedias

at a very reduced rate.

LEW:
He's not in the market, Mannix.

No, Joe, you haven't driven
me to analysis, not yet.

Steve, you've heard me
speak of Mannix?

Doctor.
How do you do?

Mr. Bradley is
$12,000 short

of what the blackmailer
has asked for.

If you can buy back
the notebooks,

I'll make up the difference.

I'll pay up to $50,000,
which is all I have,

for the recovery
of 20 notebooks.

Steve is an old friend.

He's asked my professional help.

For Bradley?

The notebooks belong to me.

I'd like to know about them.

Bradley wasn't much help.

They're my case records,
coded of course.

Any code can be broken.

I must assume
it already has been

since Mr. Bradley was contacted.

Joe?

Strictly professional.

The office is getting M.O.
sheets on known safecrackers.

Safecracking and blackmail.

Yeah, I figured there are

probably at least
two people involved.

Why?

Do you remove tonsils?

Specialists in this area
stick to their own field, too.

What can you tell me
about Bradley, Doctor?

Nothing.

Come on, ethics are fine,
but Bradley's in trouble.

I know, I feel responsible.

(intercom buzzing)

Steve, look,
we'll do what we can,

but you're asking us to grope
around in the dark

when a little light
might give us an answer.

Patients in analysis are told
to hold nothing back.

No concealments, no secrets.

If I'm to help them,

they must have
absolute trust in me.

Which you don't have in us.

I can't talk!

If you hadn't found out
yourself,

I wouldn't have told you
Mr. Bradley was a patient.

Well, is his the only case
history in those notebooks?

(sighs)

I know I'm making it difficult--

impossible.

I'm sorry,
but that's the way it is.

I can't tell you any more
than what you already know.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an appointment.

Gentlemen, that door, please.

Well, you know, I'd sure
like to thank you for...

(clanking)

Oh, my, I'm...

terribly sorry;
that's sure clumsy of me.

Uh, I really don't...

(clattering)

Oh, please, please.

Permit me.

I really don't know
what's gotten into me.

It's past the hour, Doctor.

Allow me.

You always were kind
of clumsy, weren't you?

I'm really terribly sorry.

Here we are.

This should do it.

Here.

Thank you.

Yeah, well, it was
nothing really.

Name on her driver's
license-- Audrey Chalmers.

The letter in her purse said
1605 Stonewood Terrace.

I'll check her out.

If she's a patient,
she may be in a blue book.

She's nervous enough.

Well, aren't all the
patients nervous?

Say, that's a beautiful swing.

Oh, well,
thank you.

MANNIX:
You know, my problem is
I keep bending my elbow.

MAN:
Practice?

Well, that's what started me
bending my elbow

in the first place.

Did you get the
registration?

Her car--
Audrey Chalmers.

Golf bag in the backseat
had initials-- C.G.

I wonder how many C.G.s
can swing a club that well.

I'll find out.

You know, if he is involved,
I hope he's a nice guy.

Maybe he can
cure my swing.

First, you find
the notebooks, Mannix.

Then you can work
on your elbow-bending.

That's it, I'm through,
not another page.

What's with you?

You have no idea what
people tell doctors.

I would be ashamed to
think about those things

that are written
in that book.

Like what?

I won't tell you.

You're a crossword puzzle
expert.

You figure out
what it says.

I can't.

Now, if you don't tell me
what it says,

how can we collect money?

I'm just sorry that we got
mixed up in this whole mess.

We didn't, I did.

I'm not passing up my one
chance to get set up for life

because you don't like reading
words that aren't nice.

Nice?

How can human beings
think things like this?

Which is Bradley's?

Oh, he's a saint
in comparison.

Remember, I told you
what it said about him.

Well, time to collect
our first $20,000.

Well, be careful.

Haven't I always?

But this is something
totally new.

You've never been
mixed up in blackmail.

Have you?

I told you a dozen times.

Why are you taking that?

To show I've really got it.

Somebody might not believe
I'm an honest man.

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Far enough.

You Bradley?

He sent me.

I am not the law.

I said stop.

We can do business.

Show me.

Drop it on the seat.

What do I get for it?

Drop it.

This is only part.

Down payment.

Wait, don't move.

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Well, I blew it.

Your money's gone and I've got
nothing to show for it.

Yeah... Mr.
Big Detective.

Sit down and be quiet,
Roy Bradley,

if that's all
you've got to say.

$8,000 should give him the
right to call me a few names.

You're right, honey.

You did what you could,
Mr. Mannix.

Yeah.

Can I get you some coffee?

(sighs)

No, thanks.

There's no reason

in the world for
anybody to slug me

unless they were
after the blackmailer.

Oh, it doesn't matter much now.

Somebody could
have followed me,

but, uh...

Did you tell anybody
about the meeting place?

Only one person

besides Alice.

Dr. Warren?

You did your job, Mannix.

Don't try to pump me.

Stop growling, Roy.

Obviously,
Mr. Mannix already knows.

Obviously, Mr. Mannix knows
practically nothing.

Your husband won't talk,
the doctor won't talk.

Would it help you to know...

...that Roy will go to jail
for eight years?

He killed a man.

Yeah... one of my trips
down south.

I was a kid, about 18,
had a fight.

They called it manslaughter.

I served nine years
and drew parole.

He came up here
without permission.

I guess we always knew
it might end like this.

Oh, it just kept bugging me,

not jumping parole
but killing a man.

Done a terrible thing-- killing.

Kept turning it over in my head
until I didn't know why

or how.

Funny, isn't it?

No.

No, of course not.

Dr. Warren keeps telling me
people get mixed up

over less than killings.

That's all the blackmailer
has on you--

the fact that you jumped parole?

Not much, is it?

Only enough to tear the next
eight years out of my life.

Out of our lives.

A couple of pages
in a steno notebook.

I wonder if he was
planning on writing me up

in some journal
on psychoanalysis.

Roy, you can't blame
Dr. Warren.

Nobody blames anybody.

It's all sweetness and light.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

I blame myself.

Do you think
it helps?

You willing to serve
time for Bradley?

I'll be sorry...
here where it's comfortable.

Roy will be sorry
in jail.

Yeah, well, sorry
isn't enough.

My hands are tied.

Then they'll get untied.

It stinks of an inside job.

Somebody knew
about those notebooks,

knew where they were kept.

I live alone.

A maid is here during the day.

She doesn't even know
my office procedures.

Receptionist?
Just that.

She doesn't even straighten
the papers on my desk.

Then we're back
to your patients.

Find the blackmailer.

I'll give $50,000
and no questions asked.

Where do you suggest I look?

What makes you think he'll sell?

He's got an annuity
payable at $20,000 a pop.

I'm going to check out
your patients.

I'm sorry.

You cannot invade
their privacy.

Then call them.

Tell them to get a new doctor.

Why?

'Cause there'll be a man
sitting outside

taking pictures of everyone
that comes into this house,

and he'll get
license numbers, too.

I'll get a court order.

To stop a man from sitting
in a car on a public street?

And another thing--

if you go out to visit
a patient, you won't be alone.

Lew Wickersham's home number
is unlisted,

but I'll be glad
to give it to you,

and ask him if our obligation
to a client

comes before your friendship.

(slams book shut)

Some of these people suffer
from persecution complexes.

They'll find out they're being
photographed and followed.

Do you know what
it will do to them?

What do you think
eight years will do

to Bradley and his wife?

Current patients.

I want all patients going back
over five years.

Or you'll take pictures of them?

How?

You know these people
inside out.

Care to pick a candidate?

No.

In my opinion, not one
of them is capable

of this sort of thing.

This is a phony list, Doctor.

Are you a phony?

I'll call Mr. Wickersham
in the morning.

Current patients.
Since when?

You had a girl in the office
this afternoon.

Her name was Audrey Chalmers.

She's not even on the list.

Sixth on that list--
Mrs. Duane Toohey.

She first came to me
before her divorce.

Now she uses her maiden name--
Chalmers.

I guess I owe you an apology.

I was out of line.

Why'd she change her name back?

I can't tell you that,

and I know
what your answer will be.

I'm only a private detective,
so you don't have to answer me.

I'm in a rotten business,
Miss Chalmers.

I have a rotten job to do,
but it's got to be done.

Mr. Mannix,

have you ever done something
that made you sick

with shame?

Something

that you couldn't explain
or even justify?

Well...

I've been in that position
too often.

A minor example was my marriage
to Duane Toohey.

You said Toohey spent some time
in prison.

I'm looking into a kind
of extortion racket.

You think that's his style?

(chuckles)

Don't spare my feelings.

The blackmailer
has already called me.

Where did he ask you
to meet him?

(chuckles)

I gave him no chance
to set up a meeting.

You see,
I've only got myself to blame

for whatever suffering
I'm caused.

I told him
to do his worst.

I wouldn't pay.

It isn't money.

I've got more
than I can spend.

I'd like to stop him
before he gets too far.

Oh, for those
other poor souls,

I wish you luck.

I don't matter.

I'm sick of being afraid
of my own impulses and afraid

of people finding out
what I am and what I do.

In a funny way, this is the best
thing that could have happened.

I don't have
to hide anything anymore

because everybody will know
the worst about me.

Whether you believe it or not,
I was once a very nice girl.

What about Toohey?

I met him
when I was very young.

I didn't object
to his prison record.

I was intrigued.

You see, I'm the kind of person

that needs to be victimized
and degraded,

and Duane found me
very willing.

Did you ever talk to him
about Dr. Warren?

One of my problems,
Mr. Mannix,

is that I'm incapable
of keeping a secret.

I told him everything.

What was Toohey convicted of?

Who cares?

His real crime was
destroying souls.

Would you like me to tell you
some of the things

I found myself involved
in while we were married?

Well, uh, I'm a little
pressed on time.

I was wondering if you
might have an idea

where I could get
in touch with him.
(knocking on door)

Well, the last I heard,

he was working
at the Taylor Steam Plant.

Duane has the soul
of a scorpion

and the courage
of a worm.

I'm afraid he's
too much of a coward

to be your man,
Mr. Mannix.

Oh, darling...

Mmm...

GLENN:
You talking
about me again?

AUDREY:
You're a giant

with a beautiful soul.

Have you met Mr. Mannix?

Chuck Glenn.

Oh, yes.
His elbow bends.

Well, we all have
our problems.

Is the coward
anyone I know?

You think only
beautiful thoughts.

I wouldn't want an unpleasant
name to bruise your ear.

It's such
a beautiful ear.

My mother used to say,
no good would come

of my swinging
a golf club.

I met her
on the ninth green.

Well, thanks,
Miss Chalmers.

Uh, Mr. Mannix?
We're going to the club.

Would you like to play
a round with us?

It's beautiful.

I'm sure, but, uh,
I hope I have a prior engagement

with a man
who isn't expecting me.

Toohey?!

Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you.

Why?

I'm a private detective
and I'd like...
Good-bye.

This won't take
much of your time.

That's right.

When a private cop crawls
out from under a rock,

he should
get stepped on.

All right, all right!

Leave me alone!
I've had it!

I'm through!

(grunts)

I kick harder than I hit.

How'd you get here?

The easy way. I ran a check
on Audrey Chalmers.

Her ex-husband--
him, I suppose--

was tied to the
Tenth Avenue boys.

Protection,
dope and such.

If you'd gotten here a couple
of minutes sooner,

you'd have saved me
a few lumps.

Look, I'm clean.

Yeah. Then why'd you
run out on me?

Because I'm an ex-con.

I get rousted around
by every harness cop.

I don't need to take it
from a private cop, too.

I think you do.

Save yourself
a lot of grief

by talking about
a safe-cracking job.

That's out of my line.

I never touched
a locked box.

I want to know who did.

I swear I don't know!

And to avoid
any misunderstanding,

we want to know who broke
into Dr. Warren's safe.

You're going to tell us.

It wasn't me
and if I knew,
I'd tell you.

That's if I knew.

Toohey, you're
a three-time loser.

Once more and they may
put you in a place

where the key gets lost.

I'm telling you,
I'm clean!

Now, you just keep
saying that.

We'll check back
on every step you've ever taken,

and if you've made
one wrong one...

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

You hit bad?

I don't think so.

Just stay down.

It's not even bad enough
to be heroic.

Yeah, well,
just grit your teeth
and nobody will know.

Toohey's gone.

Maybe you'd better
hold on to this.

No, I'll go back
and pick mine up.

By the way, did you, uh,
turn up anything else

on that Chalmers girl?

And the M.O. run
on the safe job was a bust, too.

Any one of a hundred
self-respecting safecrackers
might have done it.

C.G., by the way, is
Charles Glenn, a top golf pro.

Listen, uh...

do you think you can drive
yourself to the doctor?

Where are you going?
Toohey came

from Tenth Avenue.

We're closed.

Out.

I'd like to see
Frank Quigley.

He don't want
to see anybody.

Out.

Just tell him Mannix is here.

What's that?

Guess.

Nitro?

I don't believe it.

If it was,
you wouldn't drop it.

You can't be sure, can you?

And I'm giving odds
that you won't make me.

Any takers?

Now tell him I'm here.

Frank, there's
a guy out here.

Mannix.

He's got nitro.

He's got nitro.

He's got nitro,
so you bring him in here.

You guys get paid
to protect me

even if you get killed
doing it.

That's your job!

He said it was nitro.

Get out of here!

To saints
and angels...

Make it short, Mannix.

Do you know where
Duane Toohey lives?

No, but I probably wouldn't tell
you if I did.

Oh, protecting him?

I don't like you, Mannix.
Why should I help you?

You know, I never realized

you hit the bottle like that,
Frankie.

You worry about me?

No. But you run Tenth Avenue,
Toohey used to work for you,

maybe he still does.
Maybe.

I think Toohey's up
to his eyeballs in mud.

Now, he starts thrashing around,
you're liable to get splashed.

You do worry.

Blackmail's
a dangerous business.

Toohey?

Tell me.

I don't like you, Frankie,
so why should I help you?

To stay healthy, Mannix.

Ooh, I'm worried about
your health, Frankie.

The bottle, the big
interest in blackmail?

Maybe you have a problem.

Mannix, one little word from me,

one little word
and you're all gone.

Do you understand? You're dead.

Frankie, Frankie, you shouldn't
terrorize an old friend.

Now you tell me
about Toohey and blackmail.

That's better.

Frank Toohey's ex-wife is
a patient of Dr. Warren.

Dr. Warren's notebooks are
being used for blackmail.

My bet is, you're interested
because you were a patient.

Now, don't blame
the doctor.

He wouldn't talk--
unethical.

But that's where you fit in,
right?

If you breathe one... word...

I'm worried
about you.

Your nerves aren't what
they used to be, Frankie.

You worried some of
your syndicate pals
may find out

you're telling secrets
to a doctor?

Who could have those books?

It couldn't have been Toohey.
He'd be too scared.

Now, look, if I can put together
a bad case of blackmail

with a bad case
of nerves,

maybe some of your
friends might.

Are you trying to shake me down?

You'd be an easy mark, Frankie.

A guy in your business keeps
a lot of things in his head.

Your associates wouldn't like
to think

you were spilling things,
even to a psychiatrist.

Mannix, if you know
who's got those books...

If I knew,
I wouldn't be here.

Now tell me, you
buy Toohey or not?

No, no. I wish
I thought it was him.

I wish I was sure
it was him.

I wish I knew.

GLADYS:
I don't know how you
can be so relaxed.

You haven't collected one penny
from these books yet.

And it was supposed to be
our retirement money.

It will be.

Well, I just hope
nothing interferes

with the meeting tonight.

There, very last one,
all finished.

He's not very nice,

but I suppose that's
good for business.

Nice ones don't pay. Who?

I never remember their names,
and I'm glad

because I don't even like
to think about people like that.

There isn't one of these
people that I would be

interested
in having as a friend.

Uh... Quigley.

Frank Quigley.

You're wrong.

I'm not wrong.

It's somebody else,
it's got to be.

It's Frank Quigley;
it's right here.

Aah, I'm being silly.

There must be a lot
of Frank Quigleys.

I suppose so,
but this one is mixed up

in all sorts
of dirty things.

Gladys, listen.

Now you've got
to be right.

No mistakes on this.

This Frank Quigley,

I don't want to know
what he's mixed in.

Just one thing...

Anything said
about Tenth Avenue?

Where he works.

If you can call this work.

Throw them away. Tear them up.
Burn them.

Are you all right?

I was a fool.
I don't belong in this racket.

You're not all right.

Gladys, I'm trying to keep us
from getting shot.

Somebody gets fished up
out of the river--

Quigley.

Out in the middle of nowhere,
a body gets dug up by accident--

Quigley.

Do you suppose he knows
that we have these books?

Feel your pulse.

If it's still going,
he don't know.

We'll burn them.

No... Why should we?

Are you tired
of breathing?

He doesn't know.
He's not going to know.

Who's going to tell him?

We'll just leave him alone.

We've got plenty
with the others.

I'm scared.

Well, it's too late to stop now.

This was supposed to be
our big chance and it still is.

We won't ask Frank Quigley
for one penny.

We won't even call him.

We'll take from the others.

Well, we might just as well,

because if he finds out
that we had those books,

even if we did burn them...

it's good-bye.

We'll collect
what we can tonight.

We'll take from one,
three, whatever we can get.

And tomorrow,
I got my fingers crossed...

we're away from here,

long gone
and for good.

Nobody knows.

Nobody'll ever know.

We're safe.

Whoever took
a potshot at you

must've been
protecting Toohey.

Anybody on that safecracker list
who's good with a gun?

How does this
scan to you?

Toohey found out about
Dr. Warren's notebooks

from his ex-wife, so when
he got out of jail,

he decided to go into
the blackmail business.

And needing somebody
to crack that safe,

he took a pro as a partner
and that's who winged me.

Maybe.

Here's the list of the men
in Toohey's cell block

in his last stay in prison.

Yeah, he might have cracked
that safe,

but he's not the type to take
a shot at anybody.

Eddie Stacey-- now there's a man
that interests me.

Never heard of him.

The Beck Hotel, Seventh Street.

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(knocking)

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Steve, there've now been
two murders.

There's no telling
where it'll stop.

Now, if you have
any information,

anything that'll
help...

I won't condemn a man
based on a suspicion

that he's capable
of killing.

A suspicion won't
condemn a man;

it may give me a lead
to prevent further murders.

All right.

Frank Quigley's case history
was in that notebook.

He was one of the few
noncurrent patients.

Come on, Steve!

We knew about Quigley.

Mannix turned him up.

Well, then you know
just as much as I do.

All right.

You've, you've not been
approached to pay any money

to get the books back?

No.

The others have.

Bradley got his
second call.

Well, would it have been
unethical

for you to tell me that?

No,

I just thought you'd assume
a blackmailer

would continue calling
his victims until he collected.

This is Wickersham.

Locate Mannix. Urgent.

The message is,
"Bradley second contact."

You got that?

Bradley, not Brady.
Bradley!

Now, Joe, I want you
to make sure

this set is
double-faced.

The company might need it
for a cover set

on 14 tomorrow.

Okay, I'll take care of it
right away.
Okay.

Please go away,
Mister Mannix.

You're meeting the
blackmailer tonight.

Thanks for all
you tried to do.

Your wife told
me midnight.

But she didn't know where.

I wouldn't tell her.

It's the only thing
I ever kept from her.

You think I'm gonna tell you?

You've got to let me meet him.

He's a killer.

Well, so am I.

You think you can get
away with killing

even scum like
a blackmailer?
No.

He won't scare
off, you know.

You're gonna have
to kill him.

That's right.

What about your wife?

You've got to think
about her.

A man knows
when his luck's run out.

Your luck is your wife.

Yeah.

I'm gonna be on your tail,
Bradley, and noisy.

Where you go, I'll go, and
you'll know I'm there,

'cause the transistor
radio'll be up nice and loud.

Why?

'Cause when your man
hears that brass band

and sees you've got company,

he's not about to keep
that appointment.

What good will it do?

Save you a killing.

Now, we go
together noisy,

or I go alone. Which?

Yeah, and what will you do
if you meet him?

My best.

Okay.

(groans)

(grunts)

A killer would have
let me drop.

Mannix here.

Get me Wickersham.

Lew?

Yeah, I'm batting 1,000.

Bradley got away.

Did Warren find out
about any other meetings?

11:30 tonight, huh?

Right.

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All right, you guys
can knock it off for now.

Pick me up usual time
tomorrow.

I don't need you
no more tonight.
Want us to drive you?

What did I just say?

Sure, Frank.

Going to a meeting without
an escort, Frankie?

Oh, look Mannix.
Get lost.

I ain't got time
for you.

No torpedoes so you're
not expecting trouble.

You're gonna pay
off, huh Frankie?

You're gonna pay
that blackmail?

Look, when the money comes out
of your pocket,

then you can squawk, okay?

You ought to
know better.

Once that leech gets his hooks
into you,

he's gonna bleed you
till you're dry as a bone.

That's it.

You're shook up.

Your nerves are all gone,
Frankie,

or you wouldn't pay
that blackmail.

What chance have I got, huh,

if just a whisper, one little
word gets out to the boys

that I been saying what I should
keep quiet about?

What chance have I got, huh?

You've got no chance if you pay.

Now, I'll make that meeting
for you.

Do me a favor,

get lost.
I want that blackmailer.

It's getting late, Mannix.

Forget it.

(groans)

What do you want,
me laying out on a slab,

is that it, huh?

What have I ever done to you,
Mannix? What?

I want to know
where the meeting is.

Oh, Mannix, wow.

(groaning)

(groaning)

Okay, Frankie,
I can wait.

Can you?

Please, Mannix,
please, please.

Look, if nobody shows,

that blackmailer's gonna
spread the word out on you.

'Cause if he doesn't
he'll never be able

to threaten anybody
again.

Money, I'll pay
you, Mannix.

How much?
Where do I go,
Frankie,

or we both stay
right here.

Mannix, look!

15 minutes, Frankie,
15 minutes.

Do you want me
to be late?

All right, all right,
all right!

The Steam Plant
on Taylor Street.

All right.
Turn around.

Look, Mannix...
Time, Frankie!

Get your hands
behind you.

Now, you can start yelling
all you want.

It's gonna be kind
of embarrassing

to explain to your
associates how you
got this way.

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That's far enough,
Mannix.

Hands empty.

All right, drop it.

Looks like I get to step
on a bug.

Before you start stepping,
you ought to know there

are four Intertect
agents outside.

Four nobody.

We watched
from on top.

Frank Quigley sent me.

He knows you're
in on it.

How long you figure
you've got to live?

As long as he's scared.

My pal taught me that.

He says, if you
keep 'em scared

long enough they'll
never touch you.

I coulda done this job
by myself,

but I didn't know that,

but I had to get it...

You... shot...

(groans)

Well, you should have
stuck to golf.

I'll get you
an ambulance.

(footsteps)

Bradley?

I couldn't go
in there.

I couldn't go in.

You were right--

I can't kill.

Is that bad?

No, but I could have helped.

Oh, forget it.

By the way,

I'll see that, uh,

the doctor gets
these back.

Now, uh...

why don't you
go home, Roy?

I'm sure your wife
is waiting for you.

(softly):
Yeah.