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And cut!

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.

(door closes)

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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.

(carousel music playing)

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(carousel rattling quietly)

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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.