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Oh, Daddy, look at the lion!

Oh, isn't he beautiful.

Come on, Tina,
a lot more to see.

Oh, look at him!

I bet you could walk
right under that elephant.

I wonder if they'll eat popcorn.

Let's see.

Oh.

Aw, honey.

I guess I-I just
haven't been giving you

much time lately, have I?

It'll be different
from now on, though.

Oh, that's okay.

I understand.

It takes a lot of time to be
a famous newspaperman.

And that's nice.

But what's really
nice is today...

- Just the two of us.
- Yeah.

I promised you, didn't I?

- Just the two of us.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Lou, Tina.

What do you want, J.B.?

You promised.

And I meant it,
honey, really I did.

I didn't know he
was going to be here.

J.B., what do you want?

He wants to talk to you.

Even though you promised
to spend the day with me.

J-Just a couple of
minutes, Lou, huh?

I'm with Tina, J.B.

Some other time.

Well, uh, maybe Tina
would like an ice cream.

On me?

How about it, Tina?

You're wasting your time, J.B.

Forget the story, Lou.

The police say it
was an accident.

Now, now, let it go at that.

Andrew Alfaro was murdered.

They're not going
to get away with it.

You know who
you're dealing with?

Sure.

The Syndicate.

So damn big in this town
that they killed Andrew Alfaro

because he wouldn't sell out.

So big, they got rid
of the cop on the case.

But they're not
getting rid of me.

Lou, listen to me...

No, you listen.

I don't know how they found
out I was working this story,

but you can tell
them not to bother

sending out any
more messenger boys.

Tina!

They cover themselves
too good, Lou.

The only thing it's
going to get you is hurt.

Hi, honey.

If they cover
themselves so good,

what are they worried about?

Let me tell you something, J.B.

They took the chauffeur
out of circulation,

along with what he had to say.

But I've got a good idea
where to get 'em back.

Lou, if you...

Good-bye, J.B.

I'm on your side.

Yeah.

Sure, I'm surrounded
by good friends.

Honey, would you mind if, uh,

well, if we cut
today a little short?

Tina...

Daddy!

I wonder how many of them
are relieved now that Lou's dead.

Just the ones who
have something to hide.

Which could be just
about everybody.

Uh, come on, there's
somebody I want you to meet.

Hello, George.

Yeah, thanks for coming, Joe.

I'd like you to
meet Bill Saunders.

- Joe Mannix.
- Mr. Mannix.

Bill.

I asked, uh, Joe to drop by.

He's a private detective.

Bill was, uh, Lou's
research assistant.

Lou Reynolds was a good man.

Yeah, I'm going to miss him.

You're not the only one
that's going to miss him.

You plan on conducting your
own investigation on this thing?

Well, Joe's the best.

He's worked for me before.

Isn't that a job for the police?

Oh, well, I don't
intend to replace them,

but, uh, maybe I can help.

Now, I published Lou
Reynolds' column for 14 years,

so I figure I owe him all the
help you can give us, Joe.

You're looking good, Bill.

Edie.

Hello, George.

I-I think you both know J.B.

Could've picked
another day, Mr. Kelley.

I asked him to
come here, George.

And I do have a
right to be here.

Yes, of course you do.

Edie, this is Joe Mannix,

private investigator
who's promised to look into

this business for me.

We meet at last, Mrs. Reynolds.

"At last"?

Yes, uh, when you
disappeared a couple years ago,

George asked me
to try and find you.

It was just after you
and Lou broke up.

I thought I might get
you back together again.

You did try, George.

Thanks.

You look fine, Edie.

Well, Bill, I haven't
had a drink in months.

Neither one of us.

Right, J.B.?

Right.

We've had each
other to hang onto.

It, uh... it helps.

Maybe I'd better go.

No.

I...

I know how you feel about
J.B., about his being here,

but... I couldn't
come here alone.

I didn't have the courage.

Mrs. Reynolds, I'd like
to see your daughter.

I don't know if she'll
even want to see me.

Maybe if we saw her together.

Edie...

Edie, go ahead.

I won't be far away.

I don't know how it
looks, Mr. Mannix,

but there's nothing
between J.B. and myself.

We... We shared
an illness, that's all.

You want to hear something?

I was hoping to come
back here someday.

Hoping my husband
would take me back.

Now he's dead, and...

there's nothing to come back to.

There, uh, might be
something, Mrs. Reynolds.

Tina.

Hello, Tina.

Tina, my name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you.

I want to talk to you
about your father.

I liked him, Tina.

He was a brave man.

He wrote the truth as he saw it.

You look like him.

I do?

I mean, people look
like each other inside.

Their faces just cover
what's really there.

I'll buy that.

Tina...

I'm trying to find
out what happened

the other day at the zoo.

But I need your help.

Anything you can remember.

There's nothing to remember.

I killed my father.

Tina, your father
was killed with a gun.

Someone with a gun
shot him, but I killed him.

I was angry with him.

I wished he was dead,
and that's how it happened.

Tina, darling, you
mustn't say that.

Did you see anyone you
recognized at the zoo?

No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I don't want to talk anymore.

She hates me.

I don't blame her.

Go ahead.

Uh, Walter, I'd like
you to meet Joe Mannix.

This is Dr. Walter Brown;
he's a friend of the family.

He's also a psychiatrist.

He was with Tina last night.

- How do you do.
- Doctor.

I, uh, was watching you and
Tina on the stairs just now.

It's not very encouraging.

Mannix...?

I'd like to speak
to you a moment.

Excuse me.

It's been a long time, J.B.

Yeah.

Look, I'm sure Tina will tell
you I saw Lou Reynolds that day,

just a few minutes
before he was killed.

This, uh, meeting with Lou
Reynolds, what was it about?

Nothing. Nothing, really.

I have a few clients
here and there

can always use a
plug in Lou's column.

I... I gave him my
pitch, and that was it.

Mr. Mannix?

George thought you might
want to take a look in Lou's office.

Yeah, thanks. Uh...

We'll talk again, J.B.

I don't know what he told you,

but it probably
wasn't the truth.

It's not.

No, no, no, no, the
typeface stays the same.

I just want a thin-line border.

No embroidery.

Right.

Just talking about
Lou's obituary.

It'll be in his column tomorrow.

In effect, his last column.

Bill, I'd like you
to take it over.

I don't know what
to say, George.

Well, you learned
all the tricks from Lou.

And you're pretty
good on your own.

You'll do fine.

Joe, how can we
help to get you started?

Well, uh... it's pretty obvious

that Lou Reynolds was killed
because of something he printed,

or something he
was about to print,

so why don't we proceed
with that second theory?

Bill, uh... what was Lou
working on when he was shot?

Well, he'd been looking
into the Alfaro accident.

It turned out to be a dead end.

Andrew Alfaro?
Alfaro Instruments?

Mm-hmm.

His car went over a cliff

a couple of weeks
ago, wasn't that it?

That's it.

Lou thought it might not
have been an accident.

Why?

Alfaro's chauffeur came to Lou.

A guy named Leon Hanes.

Said he had a hot tip.

The Syndicate was
trying to buy Alfaro out.

Lou checked
into it, but nothing.

No connection with the Syndicate
or any other criminal element.

You ask me, the chauffeur
made up the whole thing.

Why would he do that?

Mr. Mannix, you'd be amazed
at some of the crazy stories

that pour into a
columnist's office.

Andrew Alfaro is dead.

Lou Reynolds is dead.

That doesn't sound crazy to me.

Do you happen to have
a file on the Alfaro story?

- Top drawer. Help yourself.
- Oh.

It's empty.

Tina?

Tina...

I'm not going to bother you
with any more questions,

but I want you to...

I want you to
understand something.

You had nothing to do
with your father's death.

You're wrong. I killed him.

Now, wait a minute.

People can't just wish
other people dead.

You're blaming
yourself for nothing.

I killed him, I'm going
to get punished for it,

and I deserve it.

Now, look...

honey, you said I look
like your father... inside?

Now, I want you to trust me.

I'm going to find the
man that killed your father

and prove to you that you
had nothing to do with it.

Now, until I do,

I want you to think
about something.

Your mother's very lonely

and she really loves you.

Now, why don't you ask her
to come and stay with you?

I don't want her here.

It's not her house anymore!

Now do you understand?

I got mad. I make people die.

Go away before you die, too.

You were right,
Joe... The same rifle

that killed Lou Reynolds
was one that fired at you.

File on the Alfaro case?

Yep. Everything we got.

Alfaro visited the
Dolphin Lounge that night.

The bartender testified
that he was with a woman.

Got drunk, surly, he
and the woman argued.

She refused to leave with him.

Alfaro left alone, drove
off like a madman,

and that was
it... Over the cliff.

What happened to the woman, Joe?

She wasn't identified.

Hey, Adam, this
Sergeant McCallister

that handled the case...
You mind if I talk to him?

Well, that won't be easy.

He's retired.

Somewhere in South America.

That's kind of a
coincidence, isn't it?

Well, not in McCallister's case.

He talked about
retiring for years.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Joe, that was Mrs. Alfaro.

You can see her
now, if you hurry.

Oh, thanks, Peg.

Two men are dead, a
chauffeur disappears,

a cop suddenly retires,
the files are missing...

Sounds like a lot
more than drunk driving.

Oh, Adam, I'd, uh, leave
that file out if I were you.

I got a hunch it's going
to get a lot thicker.

Mrs. Alfaro, uh... I have a
very difficult question to ask.

Something that may hurt.

My husband's dead, Mr. Mannix.

I doubt you can hurt me.

Hmm.

Was he, uh... seeing
another woman?

No.

According to a
witness for the police,

he was with another
woman, and, uh,

drinking heavily the night he...

I've heard those allegations.

The police can
think what they like.

Andrew did not drink!

The coroner's report indicated

a high alcoholic
content in the blood.

I know what that report said,

and it simply isn't the truth.

And you want the
truth, Mrs. Alfaro,

or are you trying to,
uh... preserve the image

you have of your husband?

Do you have any more
questions, Mr. Mannix?

One more.

Uh, your chauffeur
disappeared that same night.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Not the slightest.

And frankly, Mr. Mannix,

I was not particularly
fond of Leon Hanes.

I didn't trust him.

And yet you kept him on.

Andrew kept him on.

They'd known each
other years before,

and, uh... Hanes never
quite found himself.

Owed money here and there,

and Andrew helped
him out, gave him a job.

Was your husband under
any particular stress lately?

Business problems?

Oh, well, that would
be very difficult

to, uh... to estimate,

because, you know, he
was always under stress.

He-He just... he thrived on it.

And...

Walter Brown always said

that Andy could light
up a city with his energy.

Walter Brown, the psychiatrist?

Yes, yes, we've been
close friends for years.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Alfaro.

You've been very helpful.

Mr. Mannix?

Uh... if someone did
murder my husband...

find him?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Mannix...

Yes.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

When Mr. Alfaro went out
the night of the accident,

was he driving, or was his
chauffeur Leon Hanes with him?

No, I couldn't say, sir.

I was off that night.

Mm.

Did Mr. Alfaro ever drive
the limousine himself?

Oh, never, sir.

That there was
his pride and joy.

Yes, whenever he drove
himself, that was the one for him.

Except it wasn't
running too well lately.

Oh, well, these things
are pretty and all, but...

they're like racehorses.

Temperamental, Mr. Alfaro
used to say, God rest his soul.

Well, uh, thanks...

- Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth.

Mr. Mannix?

Have you anything to
do with the newspapers?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Oh.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just, a lot
of those reporters...

Especially one of
them... They came around

asking a lot of questions,
about Leon and everything,

and he promised me that...

That he'd put your
name in the papers?

Yes, sir.

But he never did.

Ah.

Elizabeth, uh, do you happen

to remember the
name of this reporter?

Oh, it's...

Sanders, or some...

Saunders?

Yes, sir.

William Saunders.

And there's another odd angle.

The Alfaros are very close to
a certain Dr. Walter Brown...

The same Dr. Brown who
was close to Lou Reynolds.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Yeah, could be that Helen
Alfaro and the good doctor

are somehow mixed
up in this thing together.

I don't believe that
about Helen Alfaro,

and I don't believe
you do, either.

Since when are
you and Helen Alfaro

such buddy-buddies?

I'm not. You are.

You liked her, and
you believed her.

I heard it in your voice
when you came in.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just a second.

Adam Tobias.

Yeah, Adam, what do you got?

Joe, more on Leon Hanes.

He's been in prison,
and he's still on parole.

- Any family?
- No, none we could find.

But he had a girlfriend,
though... a Stella Carter.

27 Monroe Drive,

apartment five.

Thanks, Adam. Talk to you later.

Hmm.

If you need me,
that's where I'll be.

Monroe Drive.

Are you sure you
want to be disturbed?

I'll let you know
when I see her.

Don't tell me.

We have a mutual
friend, and he says hello.

I'm Joe Mannix.

I'm Stella.

Come on in.

Thank you.

You like a drink?

A cup of coffee is fine.

Well...

Who sent you over?

Leon Hanes.

What are you, Mister?

I'm a private investigator.

I was hoping you could
maybe tell me where Hanes is.

I don't know any Leon Hanes.

Oh, now, Stella, come on.

Okay.

Is that supposed to be
some kind of a crime?

I mean, I don't
know where he is.

I haven't seen him in weeks.

But you are pretty good friends?

Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

Look, Mr. Mannix, you, uh...

you have your business,
and I have mine.

And these are my working
hours, so if you don't mind...

My... coffee?

You, uh...

take cream and sugar?

No, thanks. Black is fine.

What else do you want?

Do you know a man
named Bill Saunders?

Yeah.

He was a friend of Leon's.

They talked up here
a couple of times.

You, uh... you like music?

What did they talk about?

Oh, oh...

I don't know.

It was private.

Is, uh... is Leon in
some kind of trouble?

You see, Mr. Mannix,

I haven't seen him since
the day of the accident

with Alfaro, the man...
the man he worked for.

I mean, where is he?

We made plans.

10,000 miles from here.

Anyplace I wanted to
go, and I believed him.

Maybe he meant it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he meant it.

I mean, he had some
big deal cooking.

Apparently the deal
came through and...

Well, Leon decided
to travel light.

That's all I know.

I hope you got
your money's worth.

Now, if you don't mind...

Oh!

Look, I don't know
what you're after,

but I know what you're gonna
get unless you get out of here fast!

He was a champion of decency

and morality in a time when...

You're writing about him
being dead, aren't you?

Yes.

It's called an obituary, Tina.

Tell them the truth.

Tell them I killed him.

Tina...

"The only thing it's
going to get you is hurt."

Go on, Tina.

- Tina!
- What are you trying to do to her, Mannix?

Push her over the edge?

No, pull her back.

That might happen when
she finds out that Andrew Alfaro

and her father were
killed by the same people.

You don't know that.

I do know that you're
not too good at your job.

Meaning what?

A good research man would have

dug up the fact that
Andrew Alfaro didn't drink.

Kind of makes you wonder
how he drove over a cliff

in a drunken stupor, doesn't it?

A lot of drunks manage
to keep their drinking quiet.

I think you're being taken
in by somebody, Mannix.

And I think you're covering
up something, Saunders.

Oh, we don't open
for a couple hours.

Ah, good, then we can talk
without being interrupted.

Haven't got time; I'm busy.

Make time.

Who are you?

A private detective.

Look, Mister,

I just mix drinks
for the customers.

I keep my eyes
open, my ears shut.

When your eyes were
open a couple of weeks ago,

do you remember seeing a
man named Andrew Alfaro

here at the bar?

Alfaro...

Yeah, I read about him.

He went off the
mountain into the drink

about five miles down the line.

That the guy?

And according to the evidence,

he was in here first
that night, lapping it up.

Oh, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

That was my night off.

A regular night off?

It's easy to check.

Look, why hassle me?

I told the police
everything I knew.

I think that's done.

Maybe you'd like to tell
your story to the police again,

see if they can
punch a few holes in it.

Okay... okay, it wasn't
my regular night off.

What happened?

When the big boys tell you
it's your night off, and it's not,

you take the night off.

The "big boys"
meaning the Syndicate?

You said that, Mister.

So, they put their own
man behind the bar,

and the next day he testifies
that Alfaro left here drunk.

Nothing to do with me.

Then you don't know if Alfaro
was driving himself that night

or if his chauffeur Leon
Hanes was waiting outside?

Look, I told you, I
don't know anything.

I-I got lost that night.

I went bowling.

Look, you're not going to say
anything about this, are you?

I mean, if the boys found out...

They won't hear it from me.

Now just where was it
Alfaro went into the drink?

Eagle Rock.

Leon Hanes was
Alfaro's chauffeur.

So you figure it, Adam.

Yeah, but that doesn't
necessarily mean

he was with him that night.

Look, the only time
Alfaro drove himself

was when he was
in his sports car.

He went over in the limousine.

You better be right.

Okay, you tell me
where Leon Hanes is.

I don't know, but a
lot of taxpayers' money

is going into a hunch.

Look, it scans, Adam.

Reynolds is dead.

Alfaro is dead.

The cop that handled the case

suddenly goes
exploring the Amazon.

Bill Saunders is
covering up like mad.

Plus, he's mixed
up with Leon Hanes.

And that talkative
bartender-witness

from the Dolphin turns
out to be a Syndicate plant.

It's all so horrible.

Seeing her like this

and not even being
able to talk to her.

I have to sneak in after
she's asleep at night

just to be close to her.

What good is that?

Maybe it's what you need.

I need Tina.

I need her back.

Doctor, earlier today,

Tina seemed to
slip into the past.

Seemed to be
back with her father

just before he was killed.

Yes, that's auto-regression.

She's done the
same thing with me.

Has she at any time
mentioned the name Alfaro?

Alfaro?

Why would Tina connect anything
that day with Andrew Alfaro?

What is the
connection, Mr. Mannix?

Well, I don't know yet.

Edie, where is J.B. Kelley?

I don't know.

He hasn't been to his office,

and there's no answer
at his apartment.

I just hope he hasn't
been drinking again.

If he has, he could
be most anywhere.

Why is it so important?

He was at the zoo that day.

He talked to your husband.

"They cover
themselves too good."

"They cover
themselves too good."

Tina.

- Tina!
- Get out of here!

Go away, or I'll kill you, too!

Uh, yeah, thank you,
thank you, Dr. Lewis.

I see.

Thank you.

He's at the Pacific
Hills Sanitarium.

The doctor says he's
in pretty bad shape.

Ginger ale.

Maybe J.B.'s the smart one.

No way.

Take care of her, Walter.

Edie...

that you?

It looks like you tied
on a big one, J.B.

Would've-would've been
more fun with you, Edie.

We've had our share, right?

Bad thing is Lou got
to hate me so much.

I always liked Lou.

But he hated me.

He thought we were
more than drunks together.

Funny thing is, we never were.

All the times we
tied it on together,

you-you never
really ever left Lou.

J.B...

The other day,
when we were talking,

you mentioned meeting
Lou just before he was killed.

Hmm?

No, I didn't meet him.

You made a mistake.

Come on now, you...

You followed him to the zoo.

He was there with Tina.
What did you talk about?

Nothing.

I lied.

I wasn't even there.

J.B., Edie needs your help

the way Tina needs her mother.

Now, you're
hurting both of them.

No, I don't know anything.

J.B., you're hurting Edie,

the one person
in the whole world

who really cares about you.

Oh, I want to help you, Edie.

Tina's going to be all right.

Kids, they can
get over anything.

No, no, not if they're
permanently scarred, no.

Tina's got the mistaken
idea that she killed her father.

You know better than
that, don't you, J.B.?

Yes... yes...

They... They came to me.

They said, "Get Lou
Reynolds off the Alfaro thing,

or we'll-we'll blow
your brains out."

Oh, Edie, Edie, I
couldn't talk to Lou.

He-He just
wouldn't listen to me.

So...

they killed him.

J.B., where does
Leon Hanes fit into this?

He-he found out about the
Syndicate moving in on Alfaro.

So he sold the
information to Lou,

and then the Syndicate found
out that Hanes was talking.

They went to Saunders.

They told him to
get Lou off the story,

same as they... did with me.

Knowing the kind of guy Lou was,

they were afraid he would
make too much noise,

so they tried to keep him quiet
by going through Saunders,

and Saunders started sabotaging

Lou's efforts to
get at the truth.

Yeah.

Lou's dead, but...

Bill Saunders knows
as much as Lou did.

Why hasn't the Syndicate
moved in on him?

Unless he's got
some kind of muscle.

Yes.

It's for you.

Hello.

We found Leon Hanes, Joe.

Where?

About a hundred yards
from where Alfaro's car sank.

Weighted down with rocks.

Was a pretty good hunch, Joe.

It wasn't a hunch,
Adam, it was a sure thing.

You are absolutely insane.

Bill, how can you throw
away an opportunity like this?

A nationwide column,
400 newspapers.

It's too much for me,
George; I changed my mind.

Look, if you are in
some kind of trouble,

then tell me about
it, let me help you.

Look, it isn't that! I
just can't handle it!

Look, I'm no Lou Reynolds, okay?

He is out of his mind.

He refused the column.

He's just packing up
and running off... why?

Yeah, maybe it's because
Leon Hanes is dead.

Why didn't he just give
them what they wanted?

Yeah, they move fast.

He put up a scrap.

Why'd they kill him?

What were they looking for?

A connection, maybe
something that would finger

the Syndicate's attempt
to take over Alfaro.

Still a piece missing.

You mean, uh, whatever
they were looking for?

Maybe they found it;
maybe it's all finished.

I don't think so.

- Mannix.
- Joe,

Mrs. Reynolds just called.

She's very worried about Tina

and she wants to
see you right away.

Come in, Joe.

How's Tina?

Nothing... she just
keeps slipping in and out.

She's okay one minute and
then the next, she's gone again.

Edith... Edith has agreed,

we're taking Tina to
the clinic this afternoon.

The attempt on your life,
Mr. Mannix, has convinced Tina

that she has the power
to will someone dead.

Does she know about Saunders?

Of course I know.

I heard it on the radio.

Bill's dead.

You want to know why?

Because you killed him, right?

He was supposed
to be your friend,

he was supposed to
come and stay with you,

but instead he ran away.

So you got mad and
you killed him, right?

Joe!

What are you trying to do?

Am I right, Tina?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Mannix, you are working
in a very dangerous area.

What Tina needs is the
truth, and the truth is inside.

Now, you went to the
zoo that day, Tina...

You and your father... And
then Mr. Kelly came along.

No, it was just the two of us.

It was our special day.

That's right, and then
Mr. Kelly came along.

"They cover themselves
too good, Lou."

"They cover themselves
too good, Lou."

"They cover themselves
too good, Lou."

"The only thing it's
going to get you is hurt."

I-I'm, uh... I'm
not afraid of them.

"Let me tell you something, J.B.

"They took the chauffeur
out of circulation,

"along with what he had to say.

But I've got a pretty good
idea where to get 'em back."

Daddy!

Oh... now, it's going
to be all right, Tina.

It's all right, honey.

It's all going to be just fine.

Now, you never hurt
anyone in your whole life,

least of all your daddy.

Tina, honey, I'm going
to find out who did, huh?

And then I'm gonna come back,

and when I do, we're going to
spend some time together, okay?

Promise?

Sure.

Now you go with the doctor.

There, there, there.

I know you're trouble,
but you still look good.

Hello, Stella.

If you came to tell me about
Saunders, I already know.

Leon is dead, too.

How'd that happen?

He was murdered.

Wow.

Whatever happened
to natural causes?

Stella...

Look, uh, you told me
your news, Mr. Mannix.

Thanks.

Leon Hanes is dead and
you can help nail his killers.

Oh, now, you gotta be kidding.

I mean, because Leon is dead,

that I should turn
into a good citizen

as if I don't care about
breathing anymore?

I mean, really,
that's very funny.

Stella, whether you like it or
not, you're in up to your neck.

Well... I'll try to be sure
that's as far as it goes.

They're not through with you.

You've already had one visit.

Oh, those are
your friends, buster.

They were looking for you.

Wrong... they were looking
for something in this apartment.

Bill Saunders asked the
questions, Leon did the talking.

Where are the tapes, Stella?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Don't try to deal with them.

You'll end up on
a slab, like Leon.

I don't have any tapes.

I told you, I don't know
what you're talking about.

All right.

Good luck, Stella.

Now, look, there's
going to be no more talk,

no more bargaining.

You know the deal.

All right.

- Where are the tapes?
- Oh, no.

You first.

Turn around.

Easy.

Back upstairs.

$200,000... you
want to count it?

Is... is this stuff real?

If the tapes are.

Where are they?

On ice.

George.

Look what I found
out in the hall.

Oh, I miscalculated.

I didn't know you
were already here.

How'd you find out, Joe?

Outside the elevator at
Saunders' apartment, you said,

"Why didn't he just give
'em what they wanted?"

You knew Saunders
wasn't all they were after.

They were looking for something.

You knew too much.

And the tapes?

Something Tina said
about the meeting

between Lou Reynolds
and J.B. at the zoo.

Lou talked about Leon
Hanes and what he had to say.

He said, "Got a pretty good
idea of where to get them back."

Took a while,
and then it hit me.

Those tapes proved
Alfaro had been murdered.

Your employers will
be interested in those.

Why did you bother hiring
me in the first place, George?

Just to show my good intentions.

I was stupid.

I sure wouldn't figure
you for the Syndicate.

Well, I'm not.

I'm just like a lot
of other people...

I only do what I'm told.

They're into you?

They own me lock,
stock, and barrel,

including the ink
and the presses.

It sometimes happens when you
go to the wrong people for money.

Maybe you gave
in too easy, George.

Oh, sure, stay and
slug it out like Alfaro.

You were the
go-between, weren't you?

You were to talk Alfaro into
playing ball with the Syndicate.

He was going to
turn me in to the FBI.

So they knocked him off.

Come on, what do we do with him?

That's your business.

Joe!

Hold it!

Yeah, thanks, Stella.

Well... Leon did
something for me after all.

That was his gun.

Don't be too
disappointed, darling.

Something...

something very important
must have come up.

People always
say they'll do things.

Then they go away
and never come back.

Maybe it is my fault.

Chocolate okay?

There you are.

Edie?

Why not?

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's always the wrong things

that keep you from
the good things.

I thought that you
weren't going...

You... you thought that I
was going to be gone forever?

Oh, come on now,
Tina, I wouldn't hurt you.

You know, some people
spend their whole lives

hurting themselves...
Like George Millard.

That's why he's in prison.

But there's only one
way you can really hurt

each other inside...

and that's when you
stop loving each other.