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Jennifer, have the contracts on the Transpact deal typed

and on my desk in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mannix. That's right.

Good of you to come.

This is Jennifer Holt, my secretary. Mr. Mannix.

Hello. How do you do? How do you do?

You certainly don't look like

what I thought a private eye would look like.

Well, if that's meant as a compliment, thank you.

You're welcome.

You said it was important, Mr. Langer.

You've come highly recommended.

Are you as good as my sources say you are?

Now you don't really expect an unprejudiced opinion?

I just want to be sure I'm hiring the right man.

You already decided that, or I wouldn't be here.

You're not handicapped with false modesty.

No. Are you?

Modest people aren't worth $5 million at age 35.

You're worth more than $5 million.

I'm more than 35.

Jennifer.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you at the office in the morning.

Yes, sir. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

What did you have in mind, Mr. Langer?

I want a political figure investigated.

Why?

For reasons of my own.

I want you to dig up

every rotten thing you can find out about him,

anything that could be used as a smear.

Sorry, Mr. Langer. I don't do that sort of thing.

And somehow, I didn't figure it to be your style.

You're right. It isn't.

But I'm making an exception in this case.

I hope you will, too.

It depends on the reason.

I want you to dig deep,

deep enough to destroy him if you can.

Who is this man?

Me.

This isn't common knowledge,

but a group of my politically influential friends

have formed a citizen's committee

to back me for candidate for governor.

And?

Politics is a dirty business.

I want to know what they could use against me.

Well, you should know

what they might be able to use against you.

Up to a point,

but anyone determined to create a scandal

can blow up any insignificant incident.

I want you to start from scratch,

see what you can build up against me.

A good detective can usually find dirt wherever he digs.

Perhaps so, but I want to know what it is

and how bad it will be.

And if I find something?

Mr. Mannix, my wife's comfort and peace of mind

are more important to me than any political office.

If she can be hurt by something that smears me,

I won't walk away from the nomination, I'll run.

I don't understand, Mr. Mannix.

What do you mean, you're investigating my husband?

I'm doing a magazine profile for "Business Progress."

Uh, most people know what your husband has done,

but, uh, not what he is.

I've come to you for the person behind the image,

uh, for human interest,

which usually means, uh,

human frailties as well, Mrs. Langer.

Uh, we all have them.

Weaknesses that, uh, the reader can identify with.

When Adam and | were first married,

it bothered me that | couldn't find any weaknesses.

So I've long since given up the search.

But good luck to you.

You, uh, come from

a socially prominent family, Mrs. Langer.

How about adjustments to--

If you plan on doing

a "she had to teach him which fork to use" story,

let me tell you that my husband does a thorough job

of everything he tackles.

He could give any Washington hostess

a lesson in protocol.

Do I sound like a woman

very much in love with her husband?

It's a nice sound, Mrs. Langer.

Thank you.

Ah, hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Here's your mail.

Oh, by the way,

did you, um, hire Albie to do legwork

or to share your office?

Why?

Well, you go inside. You'll see why.

Hi, Joe.

Albie.

I figured it was easier to come here than phone.

Anyway, my office is crummy.

Well, make yourself right at home, Albie.

Thanks.

I was sure glad you called, Joe.

Business hasn't been good. Know what I mean?

I think it's because I've been using old-fashioned methods,

so I got some new stuff.

Look.

Electronic.

With this, you can follow a guy for miles.

What did you find out about our client?

Joe, this is an important guy.

I mean, big. Buddy, you're really moving up there.

What have you got, Albie?

It wasn't easy.

I mean, an important guy like this,

you start asking questions, people say "how come"?

You've gotta be careful.

And you told me not to make waves.

Also, you didn't give me much time to get so much stuff.

Albie, what have you got?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, let's see.

He was born at 3-8-4 Kenyon Street.

That's on the south side, rats on the walls.

Well, that oughta be pretty good for his campaign--

A man who's known poverty.

A little log cabin never hurt anyone.

Parents both dead. Kid worked his tail off.

Got a scholarship to college, and he was off to the races--

Straight A's, joined a fraternity,

class president.

Won the college billiards championship

four years running.

Graduated with honors, degree in engineering.

Sounds like a pretty nasty character so far.

Mm.

Hey, go on, Albie.

Married Martha Given ten years ago.

Landed him on the society pages.

His company's built some big government buildings,

and, like, a whole city over in Arizona.

That's about it.

Hmm.

Anything on, uh, personal problems,

uh, drinking, psychiatric, uh, marital?

What? Oh, you mean girls?

No.

He seems to be a pretty together guy.

All right, you better keep digging, Albie.

There's something that he's worried about.

Maybe when he was a boy--

Had a newspaper route, worked after school.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe that's what?

Where to start.

Back when he was a kid?

Yeah, well, you said Langer won

the collegiate, uh, billiard championship four years running.

Now he must have been pretty good

before he entered college.

Oh, Joe, every kid from the slums

knows how to shoot pool.

Yeah, that's true, but still,

when you hang around pool halls, there's always the possibility

of meeting somebody who plays more than pool.

How much a rack?

50 cents an hour.

Al right.

Been here long?

Eight years too long.

This place has been here a lot longer than that.

In fact, it looks like it might have been around

about as long as they have.

Oh, they come with me.

One's my wife's uncle.

The other one's my brother-in-law.

Now you take Taylor over there.

He was born in this place.

He'll probably die here,

and we'll bury him right here in the side pocket.

Care to make a little game? Straight pool.

Okay.

Go for a buck?

Why not?

You can break.

They, uh,

tell me, uh, you've been around here a long time.

I know a guy, grew up in this neighborhood--

Uh, Adam Langer.

Ever run into him?

Who?

Adam Langer.

Never heard of him.

Sloppy. I'm way off my game.

Yeah.

11-ball, straight in.

Hey, that's pretty good.

8-ball.

♪♪-ball.

6-ball.

14-ball.

Make it from here.

Why?

Because I say so.

Couldn't you make it any tougher?

Yeah, but it wouldn't have been fair.

I didn't say you should shoot that one.

I'll take it.

No way.

$10, right from there.

All I got is $3...

and--and $5 is $8.

You cleaned me. You're a pro.

What do you want to hustle me for a stinkin' 8 bucks for?

Oh, that-- that's lousy in my book.

I wouldn't hustle another hustler.

That way, no one makes a living.

You want a chance to get your money back?

No. I'm tapped out.

And even if I wasn't, the answer would be no.

I got a feeling your luck's gonna change.

Starting even, your shot...

for all the money.

For all the money?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, uh...

Adam Langer used to hang out in here.

You had to know him.

The first house from the corner.

They tore it down. It's a market now.

What kind of a kid was he? Uh, shoot a good pool?

Weak on 9-ball,

used to hustle a little.

Overall, he wasn't bad.

Okay?

Have you seen him since?

That's all the money that's going down.

Now you want it or not?

I don't know nothing more about him, honest.

He was a punk kid.

He used to shoot pool

and run numbers for me once in a while,

and that's all I know.

You just won the bet.

Mannix is still there, Mr. Sobol.

Now he's using the phone.

Yeah, fine.

Put Albie on.

Albie, Joe's on the line.

Yeah, Joe.

The name of his fraternity?

Yeah, I think it's on here somewhere.

Thanks, Albie.

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Which one of our boys are you writing about?

Do you remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Class of 1953.

Oh, of course.

I couldn't place the name at first.

You see, I didn't come here until 1954,

But if you want to know about any of the boys since then--

Would there be anybody around who was here in 1953?

19537

That would've been Mrs. Nesbit. She passed away some time ago.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, maybe some records?

Maybe the annual will help?

There'll be pictures of all the boys, comments.

Here we are.

Adam Langer. I've read about him.

He's done very well, hasn't he?

But then, most of our boys have.

Mrs. Oliver, uh,

did you know a girl named Ada Lee Rennick?

I was Ada Lee Rennick.

It's Mrs. Hayes now.

Mrs. Hayes, uh, do you remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Of course I remember him.

Well, I'm doing a magazine article about him.

May I come in?

Of course. Um, come in, Mister...

Mannix.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

How well did you know Adam Langer?

Fairly well.

My husband's a little jealous.

Yeah, I can understand.

Please sit down.

Thank you. Uh...

how did you first meet Adam?

Oh, well, every pretty girl on campus knew Adam.

He saw to that.

We were engaged.

You beat the competition?

Oh... aren't you nice?

Would you like a chocolate?

Uh, no, thank you.

Hey, Hon, have you...

What's going on here?

He's a magazine writer, Eddie.

I'm doing research on someone Mrs. Hayes went to school with.

Like who?

Adam Langer.

Well, she's got nothing to tell you.

Get rid of him. I'm hungry.

All right, Eddie. I'm sorry.

That's quite all right.

Oh, Mrs. Hayes, uh, how did you and Adam become unengaged?

Well, it-it just ended.

You know, college romances.

But you remained friends?

I've never forgotten Adam.

And to tell you the truth, I don't think I ever will.

Well, could you tell me what Adam was like,

who his friends were?

It's very important.

Is he gone?

Yes, Hon.

How about lunch?

Coming right up. Just a minute.

I'll tell you how Adam and | really broke up.

He, uh...

He lost his head over some sweet young thing from Chicago.

Friends introduced them at a dance one night,

and, uh...

well,

the next thing I knew, he called to tell me

that, uh, he was going off to see her,

and... he hoped there wouldn't be any hard feelings.

Mm.

Do you, uh, remember her name?

Oh, yes.

It's not likely I'd forget that name.

Barbara Pearson.

Funny. He, uh, he never married her.

Well...

I guess that's the way things go, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you said he was gone?

Eddie, we were just talking.

Get back inside.

Now look, we were just-oh!

Oh!

I told you before--

Don't press your luck.

Just stay away from my wife.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Uh... thanks for your help.

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The heck with it.

It's too late to learn this game.

Oh.

It takes a lot of practice, and you don't have the time.

He'll have a lot less if he runs for governor.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Langer.

Nice to see you, Mr. Mannix.

You've hurt yourself.

Afraid I can't take the credit.

Would you believe a, uh, jealous husband?

I think I would.

I've got some antiseptic over in the first-aid case.

Thank you.

You got a lead on something?

I spent some time with an old acquaintance of yours

at a place on 4th and Emmett.

He told me, you used to hustle pool.

Yeah.

I made my spending money in high school that way.

That won't hurt my Abe Lincoln image, will it?

Oh, I don't remember hearing that Abe Lincoln

used to run numbers.

Mr. Mannix, I was a slum kid picking up pennies.

You hand a few slips of paper to a guy on a corner,

and that way, you can afford lunch.

If that information got you that cut on your lip,

you were cheated.

Well, the fellow who gave it to me was cheated worse.

He's dead.

How?

Hit-and-run, according to the witnesses.

Hit-and-run?

And you think your questioning had something to do with that?

It's hard to say.

Could've been an accident

or it could have been murder for another reason.

The police said he had a long list of arrests.

He never stopped hustling.

You move far enough away,

you forget what it's like to live in the streets.

I talked to another friend of yours--Ada Lee Hayes.

Ada Lee Hayes.

Now that takes me back.

Beautiful girl.

I understand, you always had pretty girls around...

Including Barbara Pearson.

You really dig, don't you?

Well, that's what you're paying me for.

You were head over heels in love. What happened?

Summer romance, long time ago.

They can't make a sex scandal out of that.

Adam...

someone's taken the first-aid kit.

I'll have to go into the house.

Uh, don't bother, Mrs. Langer. I heal quickly.

Will you stay for dinner?

No, thank you. I have a date with your secretary.

Oh.

I hope you don't mind.

No, I don't mind at all.

Jennifer's a charming girl. You'll like her.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure I will. Good day.

Owney. What are you doing here?

Where's your wife?

She ran down to the market.

When she's coming back?

Oh, 10, 15 minutes.

You're going to the ball game.

What ball game?

What do you care?

You already missed the first half.

Look, uh, Owney, I don't know what this is all about,

but believe me--

Oh, look, you don't have to know what it's about.

I don't have to know what it's about.

I got my orders.

Mm?

There's only one ticket.

That's right.

Just make sure you're seen.

So, uh...

I go to the ball game alone.

Uh...

what do you do?

Standing here talking,

you're gonna miss the second half.

Look...

I-I don't know who's heard what,

but I'm telling you, Owney,

there's nothing wrong.

Okay.

A-Ada Lee doesn't know anything a-about me, about anything.

She doesn't--

She may not know.

But she talks.

What?

That guy who was here.

That magazine guy.

He asked questions...

and he got answers.

She--she won't open her mouth again.

Leave it to me!

Believe me!

What are you yelling at me for?

I'm only doing my job.

It's a mistake! Owney!

Owney...

I love her.

Well, you--

You could say...

we were gone when you got here.

Give me-give me a break, Owney.

You're... you're not gonna do it.

C-could it hurt anybody if we weren't here?!

Come on, Hayes.

You know how I work.

She won't know a thing.

Go on.

No. No! Owney, no!

You want to fight me?

You got maybe an outside chance.

What are you gonna do, fight the whole syndicate?

Go on.

Come on.

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The beat's great, but the melody's nowhere.

Peggy, don't sneak up like that.

What are you doing?

Tracking the boss.

That's him, all transistorized.

What?

He has a date with Langer's secretary.

He's just turning into 7th Street now.

Right there.

Range--5 1/4 miles.

You mean, you put a bug in his car?

Uh-huh.

Does he know?

Mnh-mnh.

I've got the other receiver

on the roof of the Thompson building.

I can get a precise fix by triangulation.

Triangulation is where you get a bearing from two points--

I know what triangulation is,

but Joe's not gonna like this, not one little bit.

Well, here we are.

That's just what I was thinking.

Would you like to come up for a drink?

I'll buy that.

Okay.

What's the matter?

Hmm?

What's the matter?

Oh, uh...

it's just a loose wire.

Oh, darn, darn, darn.

What's wrong?

Some bug. It works for half a night.

Well, you get what you pay for.

Oh, thank you.

You can put it anywhere.

The sofa's fine.

Would you like some brandy?

Yes, uh, I think that'd be just right.

Okay.

It must be fun, working for Adam Langer.

Oh, itis. It's a lot of fun.

I get to travel,

and I've met a lot of really interesting people.

And now that he has a chance of becoming our next governor,

I---

Can't ask for more.

That sounds like he's got at least, uh, one vote for sure.

Oh, he's going to have a lot more than that.

They tell me that every secretary

is just a little bit in love with her boss.

Do they?

Is it true?

Well, I worship Mr. Langer.

Worship is different from love.

Yes, it is.

Is your brandy all right?

Fine.

You said one drink,

and I'm just, uh, nursing it.

I hope you don't put everything in your report.

I'm very selective.

Soam.

Joe, I meant what I said about a drink.

Mm-hmm.

Good night, Jennifer.

It was a lovely evening. Thank you.

When you get, uh, bigger brandy glasses...

call me.

Okay.

Mannix is becoming a problem.

Yeah, I know.

His being able to link you with Ada Lee worries me.

And now I'm afraid he's liable to involve my wife.

I'll fire him in the morning.

Not good enough.

A man loses his job, he starts thinking about it.

I don't like violence.

Can't be helped.

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Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Hi, Joe. How's it going?

Albie, now what about that bug in my car?

Oh, I was only trying to help, just in case.

Well, thanks anyway.

Now I want you to take this lighter downtown

to Lieutenant Malcolm.

I want a fingerprint check on it right away.

Okay, Joe. Anything you say.

Yeah.

Joe, the files are all up to date.

Can I go home now?

Yeah, go on.

Uh, it's time your son finds out what you look like.

Whose fingerprints are those?

They belong to Adam Langer's secretary.

I want to make sure that's all she is.

I got a funny feeling that there's something going on

that I'm not supposed to find out about.

I'll see you in the morning.

Joe...

There's somebody outside.

Just go back around to the front of your desk

and act like you've forgotten something.

All right. Who sent you?

You got it wrong.

Nobody sends me any--

Anywhere.

And you weren't following me?

What for?

Owen Thompson.

How many other names you got?

That's it.

Who you working for?

I told you, I'm a loner.

Does the name Adam Langer mean anything to you?

Who?

Okay.

Beat it.

What about my gun?

Tell your boss you got mugged.

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I had an important appointment this morning, Mr. Mannix,

and I canceled it

because you said it was urgent that you get background material

about my first meeting with Adam.

I'm delighted to help in any way that I can, but...

you seem suddenly rather too persistent.

I'm sorry.

But then, this might be more important to you

than it is to me.

Did you ever hear of a man called Owen Thompson?

No.

Mrs. Langer,

did you know that your husband had a reputation on campus

of being the local Don Juan?

Is that the level of the article you're writing, Mr. Mannix?

Mm.

Let's talk about his secretary.

Miss Holt? What about her?

She's a very lovely girl.

And a very efficient secretary.

Then you've never wondered

why he couldn't be reached at his office

or why he left on those sudden out-of-town business trips?

Are you trying to upset me

so that I'll say something you can print?

I'm asking questions to get answers, Mrs. Langer,

maybe to help you find some.

Now you'd better tell me everything you know

so I can help

instead of just letting it become public knowledge.

What have you found out?

For one thing,

that you are worried.

Mr. Mannix...

Adam's career is more important

than anything I want.

How long have you known?

I-I-I don't know.

I mean, uh, I-I'm not sure. Uh...

I've made myself believe that when he's away, it is business.

Please...

please don't print that.

Mrs. Langer...

you have my word.

I know that my husband is a complete man...

and the physical life is very important to him.

I---

I've tried not to be an inadequate wife.

I guess I always expected to fail.

Please understand, uh,

I have no proof that--

There are so many things I don't understand.

I was brought up in a sterile world,

a world where everything was given.

And it's different for people that have to fight.

Their needs are different, and...

If he's had to turn elsewhere,

if I've driven him into the arms of another woman, then...

I'll try and win him back.

You really think that gorilla was here last night

to kill you, Joe?

Ah, the only thing I'm sure about is that

Adam Langer, the people's choice,

has a wife who's afraid he's playing around.

Joe, I thought you were working for Langer.

You're supposed to be on his side.

Yeah, and I thought he was on mine.

Now I'm not so sure.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he is. Just a second.

Art Malcolm.

Yeah, Art.

Joe, you went to see Ada Lee Hayes yesterday.

That's right.

What are you working on?

Sorry, Art. That's privileged information.

It's not privileged anymore.

We just dragged her out of the river.

How'd it happen?

It looks like suicide.

Her husband said she was depressed.

She wasn't depressed yesterday.

Uh, by the way, Art, how are you coming with those prints?

I'd like an identification as soon as possible.

Hold on.

Charlie, do you have anything on those prints from last night?

I'll have it for you

in a half-hour, Lieutenant.

Thanks.

We should have a report in about a half-hour.

Now once more, Joe, what are you working on?

I'm not sure yet,

uh, but that report might be the answer.

Thanks, Charlie.

Is that your answer?

Yeah, part of it.

Coming.

Be right there.

Oh, Joe.

I didn't expect you back quite so soon.

May I come in?

Well, I just got home from the office,

and I thought I'd take a shower.

This will only take a minute.

Okay. Come in.

Would you like something to drink?

No, thank you.

Just a few explanations.

For one, I'd like to know about the death of Ada Lee Hayes,

and for two, I'd like to know who set me up for a killing.

Was it your boss?

I'd like to know what you're talking about.

About syndicate killings,

the kind that sometimes happen in Chicago.

You know, if this is a joke, it's really in bad taste.

Oh, you remember Chicago.

I've never been there.

You were Barbara Pearson then,

according to your driver's license.

Well, there's certainly no law

against just changing your name.

But there is one against murder.

Now if I had found out the connection yesterday,

I might have been able to help Ada Lee Hayes.

What connection?

The one between you and Adam Langer.

The syndicate got to you early, too, didn't they?

Just as they did to Langer himself.

Just a poor kid off the streets,

a smart kid that they figured they could bring along.

They took care of his money problems,

and they also promised him the world.

And he figured he could play with fire

and put it out whenever it got too hot.

But he learned differently, didn't he?

The two of you were very much in love,

but they decided you weren't important enough to be his wife.

They were grooming him for something bigger,

something that needed a social background.

Having one of their own men as governor--

Ah, the possibilities were endless.

And, uh, he convinced 'em that...

they should let you stay on, uh,

in the background.

Would you get out of here?

Jennifer...

suppose word got out that my information came from you?

The boys wouldn't like that.

The boys wouldn't believe it. They know me.

Look what happened to Ada Lee Hayes,

and all she remembered was your name.

The boys don't like loose ends, Jennifer.

What do you--what do you want me to do?

Go to the police.

I wouldn't last 24 hours.

Jennifer, the police can give you protection--

All you need-- until this thing is over,

Um...

Al right.

Yes.

Yes, I loved Adam.

So I took what they dished out.

And I watched him go home to her

every night for ten years.

I even knew when he fell in love with her.

You know something, Joe?

I don't owe him a thing.

I'll go get dressed.

Why don't you fix yourself a drink?

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Oh, it's...

so cold.

Ah.

Okay. Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

Her condition's improving, Joe.

Good, good.

Only I don't know how long

anyone's gonna be able to protect her.

Hey, where's Albie?

Went somewhere. Said he'd be back soon.

Joe, was she mixed up with the syndicate?

Yeah, from the minute she fell in love with Adam Langer.

They forced him into a marriage of convenience,

but she stayed with him because she loved him,

enough to try and kill herself just now to protect him.

Why would Langer hire you and then try to kill you?

Orders.

The boys wanted to see if they'd covered their tracks

well enough to run him for governor.

It was a gamble, but well worth it.

When the thing started to fall apart,

they had to get rid of the evidence.

Ah,

Hey, Joe, listen,

I've been putting things together, and you know what?

I think we're mixed up in a syndicate deal.

Really, Albie?

Yeah. They're out to stop Langer from being governor.

They're afraid of him, and those guys play rough, Joe.

Yeah, as rough as there is.

Yeah, but I took care of it.

How?

I put all Peggy's notes on the case together

and delivered them to the Langer house.

We're out of it, Joe. Off the case.

Albie, you didn't?

You gave the file to Langer?

Oh, he was out,

but his wife took it.

Peggy, uh, if you suspected your husband was unfaithful

and a detective's report marked "confidential”

came into your hands, what would you do?

I'm afraid I'd read it, Joe.

Right. Now look, Albie, I'm going over there.

I want you to stay on this bug, and if you hear one peep,

then you come get me, and not alone.

Why don't you make yourself a drink?

I'll go get the papers in my office.

Martha?

Adam, this isn't true, is it?

Where did you get those papers?

I couldn't have lived with you all of these years

and not known you.

Honey, I... don't know what this is about.

Pay no attention to it.

I'm sure it's an exaggeration

and it's...

not worth worrying about.

It is true.

You're what-- you're what it says.

You're a criminal.

Don't say that.

Don't even know it.

For your own sake,

forget what you've read.

But she does know.

She can't forget it.

I've got orders to find you, Mannix.

Thanks for making it nice and easy.

Let's go.

Where?

What do you care?

No matter where I say, you ain't gonna like it.

Well, then you can understand why I'm not anxious to go.

Hold it.

Take out the key

and hand it to me...

slowly.

That's nice.

Let's go.

Get going!

Let me congratulate you, Mr. Mannix,

on a job well done.

I turned up more than you needed, didn't I, Langer?

Sobol.

I'll drop out of the race.

I'll take Martha with me somewhere.

We'll go to Europe.

There'll be no trouble.

Your wife doesn't realize how this is gonna end, does she?

It's too bad about that first step, Langer.

You could've made it without them,

all the way.

Ohm

Mrs. Langer,

shall we go outside,

you and Mr. Mannix?

Hold it.

She won't talk. It'll be all right.

Just give me a few moments alone with her.

You know the rules.

I'll take full responsibility.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'll talk to them.

Rules.

Who do you think you're talking to?

You're not even on the council.

If I say it's all right, it's all right.

Adam.

Stay here.

You take your orders from me, do you understand?

I'll take full responsibility.

Al right.

I'm sorry, Martha.

There's nothing I can do.

You'll have to go with them.

Adam.

Adam?

Adam!

I'm, uh...

sorry about your husband.

I didn't have a husband.

They killed him when he was 17.

It was just a matter of time before they buried him.