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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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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...

Oh, my, I'm...

terribly sorry; that's
sure clumsy of me.

Uh, I really don't...
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.

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

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?

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.

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?

Don't spare my feelings.

The blackmailer has
already called me.

Where did he ask
you to meet him?

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.

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...

You talking about me again?

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!

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...

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.

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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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.

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.

♪ ♪

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.

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.

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.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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...

Well, you should
have stuck to golf.

I'll get you an ambulance.

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.

Yeah.