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'The Man With Icy Eyes'

Eddie, Excuse the question but who the hell are you?

A reporter for the Sentinel or a thorn in my side?

What happened?

Neil Robertson was murdered last night,

But he was just an ex-senator and only one of the richest men in town.

...and you just sit here calmly warming your seat!

Take a look at this.

You see Harmon, I like to stay out at night,

Everything is in here.

The scene of the crime, senator Robertson before he bit the dust,

the sherriff, the suspects and even the African housemaid with the black glove, etc.

I was thinking...

God damn it! Harmon...

I've been working for the Sentinel for ages,

First as an office boy and then as a journalist,

but I have never seen my name in print!

I may as well go back to the farm!

Go ahead, I'll give you a reference.

Well, everything is in here Harmon,

Your afternoon edition is going to be a hit.

I was the only person to stand next to the cadaver.

What it will take to see my name at the bottom of an article?

I am just the sub-editor here so it's not my decision to make.

But, out of curiosity, what name would you want to put there? Eddie Mills or Eduardo Millozo?

Your father wanted you to be a tailor 'Italian style',

But I told him there were too many Italian tailors around.

And I also told him that with a face like that you could become a good journalist.

As usual, I was right.

It's good stuff Eddie,

Considering...that it was written by a good for nothing like you!

I accept your compliment even if it comes from a fat, whiskey drinking Irishman.

Before we fall into each other arms, I suggest you transfer your energy to your horse...

and ride back here with something good for the evening edition.

I, in the meanwhile, will try and persuade the director that 'maybe' your name at the end of the article...

won't provoke or upset our readers.

This case is mine Harmon, I've got it in my grasp.

He really knows what he's doing.

If he doesn't break his neck first.

Like I said, Senator Robertson had some enemies and he got killed.

These things happen.

Look, don't play the fool with me Ortega.

Tell me everything you know.

20 dollars.

Thanks.

When Valdese returned from the north... One of those universities where they study...

Sociology.

He made a lot of enemies around town...

working in the electoral campaign for Welles against Robertson,

Roberston was a big shot in the financial world, connected to a lot of banks,

...amongst other things.

Continue.

Robertson found a way to put Valdese inside for six months.

The idiot sherriff claimed he had a box cutting tool in his pocket!

Well, Valdese got out two weeks ago...

he waited outside the senators house and 'settled the account'.

That doesn't add up,

The senators briefcase has vanished and Valdese didn't have it on him when they arrested him.

This means he wasn't alone,

Manuel said saw someone suspicious leaving Valdese's house on the day of the murder.

That fool talks too much,

Who was it?

I never saw him before, he's from out of town,

robust, with cold, scary grey eyes.

Valdese told the police his pistol was stolen,

do you really believe someone broke in to his home just to steal his gun?

I told you, I don't know anything. Nada de nada!

I'm not talking!

Hold on guys, you already conquered Los Alamos once...

I'm not at war with the Mexicans, I'm a journalist.

Don't tell me you're at war with liberty? That's not nice friends.

Are two enough?

Sure! You got any beers at home?

Of course.

I've got export and it's chilled.

Who? Anne?

I don't think there's a man in town who hasn't seen her naked.

Tell me, how come she knew Valdese?

We were all in a band together at catholic school in Santa Fe.

How did they get on together?

Anne? She never thought about much, she just slept with whoever she wanted to.

No, I meant what did Valdese think of her?

Ah, Valdese...

According to him, a cadillac is a symbol of social status.

Did he hate Robertson?

I don't think so, but he did think his politics were very out-dated.

I disagree with a lot of peoples opinions but that isn't a reason to shoot them is it?

Listen Eddie, I know I owe you a lot, but please don't ask me to go against Valdese.

I can't do it.

Valdese is a Mexican and his ideas have made his life hard,

I understand this perfectly.

I'm not blonde and I don't have blue eyes,

as an Italo-American I also haven't had it easy, right.

I still manage to survive, and alone.

So...

tell me where I can find Anne, naked or clothed.

Those Mexican kids don't mess around, you saw them.

My Grandpa always said 'Throw yourself in and see if you break'.

You'll break Eddie, you'll break.

Ciao!

Ciao.

My name's Eddie Mills.

An important name?

No, it's a name like any other.

Listen Eddie, will you do me a favour?

Pour me a drink, it's inside the bag.

If the porter let you through you're either a policeman or a postman,

you don't look like a policeman,

and you don't look like a rich man.

Who are you Mr Mills?

Do you like your work?

It's not Hollywood... but I don't get upset.

Who are you? A social assistant?

My card is stamped.

You knew Valdese?

That's the exact same question the police asked me?

I'll give you the same answer;

The last time I saw him was at the catholic school,

he was sitting in front of me. Exactly eight years ago.

There's someone who says different.

That'll be someone who's been reading about Matardi.

What can you tell me about Sentaor Robertson?

Well, I can tell you in three words...

He's a pig.

It's my turn?

And on that note, I must say good-bye

Okay.

If your memory comes back, give me a whistle at the Sentinel.

Just a whistle.

That's enough for me Mr. Mills, just a whislte.

In general, I only whistle at blondes.

It's all going against Valdese.

Seems like the right headline, no?

Ah, yes. It's just that you are preparing the hangmans rope...

I'm not preparing anything, I just report the facts.

The gun that killed the Senator belonged to Valdese.

By his own admission.

A glove was found on the scene which means the police's prints of Valdese's right hand...

...don't prove a thing!

Why?

Because he could have fired the gun and then lost the glove. Valdese hated Robertson...

There's no doubt about that.

Right, but what do you make of the missing briefcase?

It will turn up somewhere, and it will reveal the accomplice.

So, we need to find the accomplice.

Right Emily. But even policemen need to do their work every now and then.

Can you stand still for a minute, and stop behaving like an epileptic!

I started work here as an office boy, emptying bins and making coffee.

Have you forgotten?

I haven't.

For the first time I can feel something sensational is within my grasp.

Do you understand that I have to give this everything...

I can't waste time!

My dear friend, I'll tell you what you want to hear me say...

If you dare to speak to me again in that tone of voice...

I'll be forced to make you work in the classiffied ads department...

and you know I can do it.

I command the same respect you gave your father...

I'm stuck here because I'm too lazy and fat to go around outside...

You can still get around, and you will!

Unless I don't cut off your legs first.

Where are you going now?

To meet my lecturers and peers... Isn't that what you taught me?

And to get a drink. It's so hot in here.

And when it gets cold you drink to warm up.

Well said.

The great Eddie Mills drinks when it rains, snows or even during variable weather!

As a title, wouldn't it be better; "The evidence 'seems' to be against Valdese"

Okay, "Reportage by Eddie Mills" though?

Do you want it in the same font as the article?

No, smaller. But just a little.

Why is he always in a hurry?

To stop getting fat.

Mr Mills, I presume?

You wanted to talk to me?

Your editor called me this morning.

I don't usually give interviews but, in this case...

And I would be grateful if you were brief.

It's been noted that Mr Robertson had a keen interest in horoscopes,

He considered them, how can I say, his 'astral' councillors.

Did he ever predict your death?

Astrology isn't what you think it is. It's a science akin to the occult!

I heard of a German fellow who said the same thing. He had a small moustache...

You're a fraud my friend, Or you're trying to convince me otherwise.

Evidently I've expressed myself badly, please excuse me.

This is a subject I know very little about.

Sure, Sure.

I'm certain there are many subjects you know very little about.

But even an ignorant man like yourself should be aware...

that you can't fight against your clients

Not even dead ones?

We are never completely alive or dead my friend.

We have nothing left to talk about.

One moment...

I'm just asking you to help me.

When were you born?

Why?

To formulate a horoscope it's essential that I know your date of birth.

I'm not asking you to read my horoscope.

Are you afraid?

No, it's just that I didn't come here to talk about my future.

Your spirit is negative. I don't think you have a future.

Friend, you're just bashing against nails that go against your reconstruction of events.

In reality, you're just building your own coffin.

Listen to me, your world is full of lunatics, from Rasputin to crazy operas.

But that doesn't wash with me,

I will find out what I need to know, I'll write what I have to write,

...and I have no need for your horoscopes.

Thanks for the drink.

Let me give you some advice Mr Mills...

Don't write a word...

It could bring you bad luck.

Listen to the words of Isaac Titan.

It's conclusive that this gun was owned by Carlos Valdese...

Forensics have ascertained that the bullet that killed Mr Robertson came from that gun.

Carlos Valdese was arrested at the scene of the crime as he tried to escape...

with these facts our case is not hypothesis but a precise recreation of the events that lead to the Senators death.

The assassin, who was already hiding close to the house,

saw the Senator arrive...

and with not a shred of remorse, he killed him.

Valdese ran towards the body on the floor...

taking his suitcase in possession.

A crime prepared with careful precision...

Except for one thing...

Valdese's accomplice drove off hearing police sirens in the distance...

Panicking, the assassin flees, startled by the screaming housemaid who heard the shots...

But Valdese still has some things to get rid of..

The pistol and the glove...

He hid them in a bush by the road...

The police have already seen him, and there is no escape.

These are the facts,

Exactly as they occured.

I ask that the author of this crime be punished to the fullest extent of the law.

Your honour, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

The prosecutor claims to have stated his case using only the facts for his hypothesis...

We of the defence would like to explain what we belive to be the truth.

On the day of the crime someone stole Carlos Valdese's gun...

I have no intention of hiding my clients past with the law...

In a series of protests my client Carlos Valdese was arrested once...

Especially those which inspire the actions of the last generation...

But here, ladies and gentlemen, is a life at stake...

and everything must be seen differently.

On the afternoon of the crime Valdese received a phone call...

The defendant was looking for work and the unknown person on the phone arranged to meet him...

in a place and at a time where Senator Robertson was expected to pass on his way home.

Valdese turned up for the appointment and saw someone approaching.

He walked towards him unaware of who he was.

This is the crucial part...

It was a trap!

The real assassin, just behind him, lets off a round of bullets...

Valdese's first reaction was to run, but it was instinct that made him flee.

Not his sense of guilt.

During his escape, the real assassin steals the Senators suitcase.

The glove and pistol were left by the assassin to implicate Valdese.

We say only this to the police; Find the other man!

And to the public prosecutor we ask the same thing...

Find this phantom 'accomplice' who was working with Valdese...

Without him how could any jury possibly bring my client to trial with such questionable 'evidence'?

It doesn't make sense Eddie, you must understand this.

Talking of the dead to catch the killer is logical,

But to turn the lights on the cadaver and leave the killer in the shade isn't on.

Titan!

You called him 'Rasputin', You were'nt far wrong...

'Titan Rasputin'...

You are convinced Robertson believed in horoscopes and stuff like that?

I don't know. I'm sure there are still things that need clearing up...

I believe that a crime can be solved by analyzing the victim...

by digging into his past.

Yes, Margaret?

Mr Marcherson has just informed me that you are still in negotiation with United Steel Incorporated.

Okay. Thank You.

Please rememeber to bring me the New York files as soon as they arrive.

Very good.

Thanks.

You were saying Eddie?

That at times, things can come out when you dig around the private lives of the victim.

America is one of the biggest countries in the world Eddie,

dig where you want,

But always remember one thing...

Robertson was my friend,

He was a member of my party and he did a lot for this town.

Till I stop being editor of the Sentinel, the dead must be treated like the living.

I won't permit my paper to dig into Robertsons private life

Nor will I allow his death to be used as a tool to free Carlos Valdese.

If you want to fire me, tell me now!

I didn't mean it like that Eddie, Please, sit down.

That's better.

Harmon says you'll do well and I agree with him.

Maybe I'm better at judging the accounts better than the stories we publish.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

It's for you Eddie, a woman.

Thanks.

Hello, who's calling?

Eddie, it's Anna, the whistler, do you remember?

I've got something to tell you, Something very important.

Come on, tell me.

No, it's better you come here.

Now I'll only tell you a name, 'Valdese'

Okay, wait for me. The time it takes for me to get there.

Cute?

You could say so.

You're a smart lad, Oh, one more thing...

you might find a little bonus in your pay packet this month.

Thanks.

Ah, Eddie...

So, we are agreed then?

Okay, it's your ship.

When he passed under the streetlight I saw him perfectly...

The car slowed down and Valdese threw the briefcase in through the window.

Who's putting you up to this?

What?

Telling me these stories straight out of Alice in Wonderland...

Change channel, it's better.

You don't believe me, do you?

I don't believe anyone.

I was there, I saw him. Just like I told you.

Then why didn't you tell me straight away?

Because I was in fear!

Look I didn't expect you to see me as Ms Virtuous or queen of the debutantes,

I've got to keep my name out of this mess, I'm telling you the truth.

Try and describe him.

In that moment he was right under the light,

he was robust, his eyes were grey and cold...

Like two pieces of ice.

This adds up.

Okay.

Allright, let's get back to the beginning,

You knew Robertson was a pig, but even he was prepared to...

pay two or three hundred dollars to see you strip in his apartment.

Right?

Listen,

Why didn't you ask Carrillio, he took the money.

Right, and he divided it up amongst his girls.

Okay, you were returning from Robertsons home that night...

No, I wasn't returning to his home. I was going to Macdonalds'

Macdonald?

They've got a photographic studio there as well.

Okay, you were returning to Macdonalds, But why were you so close to Robertsons home,

It's a bit strange isn't it?

No, not really, Robertson's car had just gone past and I wanted him to see me.

You know you will have to repeat all of this in a court of law?

Yes, I know.

Well?

I haven't killed anyone, there was no accomplice...

I'm innocent! You know that!

What a title Eddie,

Anne saw Valdese's accomplise, the man with icy eyes.

You dug his grave.

Half of this town is looking at the other half to see what colour his eyes are.

Ice doesn't have a colour, that's the beauty of it.

Understand?

I'll see you around Manuel.

Here comes the cavalry.

Wait.

Eddie, listen to this man over here...

according to him you are on the wrong path.

And according to you he looks like he's on the right one?

Don't frighten him Eddie, He's scared of his own shadow.

Don't worry George, tell him.

I was telling Mr Harmon,

You know we often play chess together,

I saw the woman in the newspaper at this cinema on the day the Senator was killed.

Where was your bottle hidden?

I don't drink Mr Mills, never. Tell him...

Don't listen to him George, He's always joking around.

Tell me, what time was it?

It was 10:00

So the woman couldn't have been anywhere near the house at the time of the murder.

Someone here is playing for both teams.

Stop.

Mr Mills.

All we needed now was 'Rasputin' to show up...

I've discovered your date of birth my friend.

22nd August. Leo.

Bravo. Interesting.

Your horoscope is even more interesting.

Your life is hanging by a thread Mr Mills.

Thanks, and how much do I owe you for this consultation?

You'll pay for this all in one go, don't worry.

Drive.

Looks like you've made another friend.

Leave it.

Let's get back to the woman, What was she wearing?

How am I meant to know, she was wearing a long raincoat.

Can you please tell me why I had to wear my raincoat?

The weather is very changeable.

In this heat!

Yes, I have a direct line to mother earth.

Well?

The woman I saw at the cinema had red hair and it was shorter.

She's blonde.

Yes, but when you saw her photo you were sure it was her.

Photos in newspapers are never clear.

They're black and white, Of course, she does look similar though.

What about the raincoat?

Yeah, what about the raincoat?

It was like that one, shiny but purple.

I remember it well, it was purple.

She could have another one?

No, that's impossible. She lives in a room with very little furniture.

I'm sorry Mr Harmon, I made a mistake. Just like in chess.

I always lose.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

Yes your honour, we have reached a verdict.

The accused must rise.

The jury has found Carlos Valdese guilty of murder in the first degree.

The jury may leave.

It's your fault, You've ruined me Mills!

Someone will get revenge for me. Damn You!

Valdese.

Latest news...

The Supreme Court of New Mexico has confirmed that Carlos Valdese...

will receive the death penalty.

Santa Fe, New Mexico. The governor has rejected an appeal by Carlos Valdese.

For the murderer of Senator Robertson, there seems to be no hope left.

His fate seems destined to be execution in the gas chamber.

Carlos Valdese will be executed at midnight tonight.

After eight long years the gas chamber will be re-opened in the state penitentiary.

Have you come back to revel in your triumph...or for your funeral?

Please fasten your seatbelts

We are experiencing some turbulence.

Worried?

Well, I was thinking about the laws of gravity...

Whatever is heavier than air tends to fall.

Your destiny is different...

You won't die in a plane crash,

and not with me either.

We'll talk about this later Mr Titan.

You won't have time my friend.

By midnight, you'll be dead.

I get it, your pyschic connection has given you some names right? But...

...he may have got the name wrong, eh?

The spirits aren't wrong.

Valdese will be vindicated by midnight...

and you are destined to die before him. I'm sorry.

There's still 12 hours to go before this 'wonderful' event...

Let's make an appointment for then, like a bet.

I never gamble.

But you'll find me at the Hilton hotel, As usual.

What time does Mills arrive?

Soon, I'll head over there and pick him up.

He dropped everything when I told him there were new discoveries in the Valdese case.

Maybe he didn't want to miss the execution?

Nobody should assist in an execution, It's not a pleasant sight.

It's as if justice becomes injustice.

Look who is talking.

If my rusty memory serves, in 1946 didn't you travel a 1000 miles...

to see the deaths of 10 people in one day?

I've read your service report, It's splendid.

How come you've changed your stance on the morality of the death penalty?

It's been 25 years.

Say hello to Eddie from me, He's done a great job in New York.

I've got so much to do today.

I've got an appointment with the chairmen...

and then I have to see the bank administrators.

I'm going to be working late.

Anything more Mr Davis?

Ah! yes. The insurance reports, We'll go through them at my home tonight at 8:00.

That's fine Mr Davis.

Is she one of the usual ones or is she something special?

She's one of the few consolations I have in my life.

If she's just a consolation, I wonder what 1st prize will be like?

They're useful. It's called 'Public Relations'.

Is that what they call them now?

If I want my paper to be free in this town, It's essential I keep good staff...

and secretaries provide a solid base for discussion,

In fact, sometimes they are plain essential!

By tonight we really will be celebrating,

Goodbye, old friend.

Eddie.

Ciao, Harmon.

Such elegance!

Italian style!

You like it, eh?

I just read your telegram, I've booked the return flight.

Mysterious...

What exactly do you mean by a new lead in the Valdese case?

It means 'The Man with Icy Eyes'

Explain yourself, you know I don't like cryptic clues.

Especially those I don't understand.

Let's go.

You remember Ortega?

Of course, I do. Why?

He says he can identify the man who was leaving Valdese's home on the day of the crime.

The same man the woman saw in the car...

Who is he?

He won't tell me, He wants to see you and 200 dollars.

Where's the car George?

Over there.

Careful Eddie!

If you really want to kill yourself, call another cab. Idiot!

Not yet Mr Mills. That is just the prelude to the symphony...

Of which only you and I know the outcome.

What the hell was he trying to say?

We've got an appointment at the Hilton hotel tonight at midnight,

He predicted I will die then.

Oh, a really 'happy' fellow, He should work in television.

What did you tell him?

I take it with a pinch of salt.

This accomplice of Valdese's who returned to the scene of the crime. Wasn't that a strange thing to do?

It would be great if we could identify him.

On the same day of the execution as well. But I think we are too late...

This is too big a story to pass up.

and I've put so much into this.

Go easy Eddie.

You aren't popular in these parts.

They hold you responsible for Valdese's conviction.

Right, It's a good thing you're here to remind me...

I'd never have figured it out by myself.

Let's go.

Who is it?

Friends of Ortegas.

We urgently need to speak to your hubsand madam.

He's not here.

Where is he?

Head over to the cattle farm, You'll find him for sure.

I've got rubbish to empty, So get out of here!

200 dollars. Is that enough for you to talk?

And please hurry up Ortega, we don't have much time.

A lot of Mexicans worked for Collosimo in Chicage,

Including Jose Barojer,

who is a friend of mine.

He works here in town.

Jose knows very well the man I saw leaving Valdeses' home on the day of the murder.

They worked together in Chicago,

That man has come back into town,

Who is he?

A pistolero, Very dangerous.

A proffessional.

Yes, but what's his name?

And where is he now?

I don't know. But Jose know.

He says he's the no.1 in the Collosimo gang,

A proffessional. Understand?

Someone who works for 20 - 25,000 dollars.

I asked around about him, but nobody is talking.

And then Jose began to talk.

But to tell you how to find him, he wants a lot of money.

This doesn't add up. I'm not convinced.

What connection can there be between Valdese and a proffessional killer who charges 25k?

It doesn't make sense.

And why did he suddenly reappear with this 'Jose' guy?

Ortega, I want to meet your friend Jose face to face!

And he will take me to his friend from Chicago.

Jose?

He's not there?

It's Ortega, Where is he?

When will he return?

Gracias.

Stick with Ortega and try and find him, I'm heading over to the office - I'll use your car.

Eddie!

Ciao, Tony.

Eddie...Someone called for you this morning,

My creditors seem to have a sense of when I'll be arriving.

No, a voice said for you to prepare your funeral!

It was exactly like that Eddie, Your funeral notice!

'You'll die at midnight The man with icy eyes'

What is it Eddie?

A joke, from a friend of mine who thinks I'll die at midnight...

A friend with a sick sense of humour.

It's signed with a name I invented: 'The Man with Icy Eyes'

Valdese will get his justice, Let the man die.

What have you brought? Something new?

Have they been cut out from a telephone directory or am I mistaken?

I'm sure, What does it mean?

Yeah, the usual joke mail.

There we go, that should be enough. If you need any more, just ask!

Right now, the most important thing is to find this Mexican. If Ortega wasn't lying.

'The Man with Icy Eyes' - What a story to come out about the accomplice on the same day of Valdeses' execution.

All the big shots in New York, Chicago and Boston will be green with envy.

Some post arrived while I was out.

God damn it Eddie, this changes everything.

You aren't the hunter anymore, you're the hunted!

If this isn't a prank you'll be dead before the music stops playing!

Listen, let's let the orchestra start playing and then we'll decide.

Any news from Harmon?

No. Mrs Valdese is waiting for you.

His wife!

Mr Mills?

Yes.

Please sit down.

My husband will be put to death tonight.

I should be in tears, but I can't cry.

I have no tears left Mr Mills.

I haven't for quite some time.

Please try and undertand me Mrs Valdese,

I am a journalist.

It's not the same thing to be a taurus or a torero,

Isn't that right Mr Mills?

I brought this for you,

These are Carlos' notes for a book on the Mexican revolution,

His letters, including his correspondence with an Augustino Paretto,

And his diary from when he was in Cuba.

Did you know that 3 years ago my husband was in Cuba?

5000 dollars Mr Mills.

For 5000 dollars you can buy anything.

Not bad eh?

Not bad? It's an insult.

Your husband killed a man and it's been proven beyond doubt,

and a jury has found him responsible.

He must pay his dues, and I won't disturb a dead man for him,

Look for corpses in the desert Mrs Valdese,

And now...Get out!

Death is just a process Mr Mills,

but I hope yours is a slow painful one.

Get out of here!

Think about it Eddie...

If all wives were like that!

I take my precautions, and like you, I won't get married.

Have you found Jose?

No...But Ortega is making himself busy, We'll catch up with him later.

Is that Eddie Mills?

Yes. I think he's very busy though.

He'll listen to me.

You're Eddie Mills right?

Yes.

That's what's on my ID card.

Please give me a minute...

Just a minute! It's a matter of life and death.

What the hell are you talking about?

You're okay, don't worry... Today...

Hey. hold on...!

What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?

I'm sorry if I upset you...

but I represent the International Insurance Company across New Mexico...

It's a fantastic life insurance policy Mr Mills...

all I need is your signature Mr Mills!

Are you sure nobody will recognise me?

No, it's the usual set-up...

They put you in a dark room and and you see a dozen or so people...

who look like the person you described.

Just look carefully, you'll be in the corner, in the shade...

Just try to pick out the person you saw that night.

It's simple, no?

I don't like this story. I just want out of this whole situation.

There's only one way for you to get out...

Put a pair of cuffs on the 'Man with Icy Eyes'.

It'll be the people from British Sharp, They want me to go to Los Angeles.

Yes.

Eddie, it's for you.

Eddie Mills...remember...

you'll die at midnight!

Who was it?

The man I'm looking for...

but he's found me first.

So it seems.

The clock just struck 12' and I don't see my ghost anywhere?

You're early my friend,

Take a look...

Today, the clocks go back an hour across the whole state...

Consequently, it's only 11.

So, everything gets delayed by an hour.

You're still convinced I am destined to die tonight Mr Titan?

Exactly.

And I can also tell you, you won't be alone...

another two people will die before you.

I figured you'd be at the Hilton... -and Ortegas' not here?

No, I haven't seen him.

There he is, he's coming, Ortega! We're over here.

He ran out in front of me, I tried to break.

He's been shot, Quick, we need to get him to a hospital!

We may still be in time! -No, it's hopeless...

leave him in peace Mills. He's dead.

You aren't telling me everything you know?

That poor man could have taken me to the killer...

and now he's been shot.

That man is dead now, and by midnight this will all be resolved.

We are all born with our own destiny, and nothing can change it.

Look! Look at Rasputin...

God damn! What colour is his raincoat?

Purple...It's turned purple!

And now?

And now it's white.

So the old man was right...

A raincoat that turns purple under neon lights,

and a black wig that turns red...

and disguises blonde hair.

Then Valdese is innocent?

Of course.

If the assassin killed Ortega then he must have also killed Robertson...

He killed him to cover up his previous murder.

55 minutes. We've got 55 minutes to get the old man...

to the prosecutors office to prove that Annes' testimony was false.

Please come through, He's here...

Poor George.

I thought you knew Mr Harmon, It happended a few months ago...

It happened all of a sudden while we were eating. Thrombosis...

And he can't talk?

No. From that moment on, he hasn't said a word.

Can I help you Mr Harmon, You were such a good friend of my husbands'.

Less than an hour to go.

Be careful Eddie, This guy doesn't think twice about killing.

Maybe Ortegas' wife can help us find Jose?

Okay, then you go and look for the blonde.

Excuse me.

What floor?

The eighth.

What's wrong?

Nothing, nothing.

I suffer from claustrophobia when I get in elevators.

Oh! Eddie. Finally... I was going crazy.

He'll kill me! I know! He'll kill me!

I received a terrible letter...

Calm down. Who is going to kill you?

I should never have testified.

Look!

'You'll die at midnight' The Man with the Icy Eyes.

Isn't it convenient to know the time of your death?

You have time to prepare.

You can cut your nails...

put on your make-up.

Why don't you phone some of your friends?

I...

You wrote those anonymous letters and you lied! You didn't see anyone that night.

Because at the time of the murder you were at the cinema.

You're just a little whore was paid to be the key witness!

Have you gone mad?

This is the raincoat you wore that night. Now you're going to tell the prosecutor everything!

Don't you understand? I had to do it!

Valdese was going to be arrested anyway! He is the killer.

It's all very simple really...

There was talk of an accomplice..

and I did it. I thought it was a good opportunity.

This time I could become famous!

And now this 'famous' woman finds herself stuck with a bag full of money...

...in this damned country.

It was a grave error. You aren't just a false witness...

now you're in it up to your beautiful neck!

The man with icy eyes isn't just a headline, and you know who he is!

He's killed Robertson, he's killed Ortega and if we don't stop him he can kill again.

And now we're going to the prosecutor.

Yes, Mr Crane speaking?

Good evening Mr Mills.

Mr Crane, Anne Sachs' testimony was false and I can prove it!

Listen Mr Mills, have you gone crazy?

She's ready to retract her statement. Valdese is innocent.

You've got to stop the execution.

I don't know what I can do, but I'll speak to the governor...

In the meantime, come here and bring Anne Sachs!

Don't worry, I'm coming.

Ah! Mr Mills...

Sorry if I seem insistent but that policy would really help me out...

You know us insurance men aren't too different to you journalists...

...If you sign it, the premium...

Shut up! and leave me alone!

Are you sure you don't want to sign now?

I don't talk to policemen, or journalists...

I told you that.

I'm just looking for Jose. Your husband has nothing to do with it.

Nobody will hurt your husband, I can assure you.

It's important Mrs Ortega. We may even be able to save Valdese from the gas chamber.

I don't know this Jose person sir, I don't know where he is.

But I remember Ortega talked a lot about him...

and with Carlos Valdese.

Eddie, I'm sorry I can't give you much time. We've been locked up here for 2 hours...

...I'm in the middle of the hardest deal of my life...

the council administrators are creating a lot of problems for me.

Have you spoken to the governor?

There's nothing he can do, Just like Crane.

They need the womans testimony first.

Mr Davis, we've got to stop the execution. Valdese got caught up in a trap so dirty...

...you can't imagine!

10 minutes ago a man was killed right under my nose, outside the cinema...

and less than 10 minutes ago someone just tried to kill me too!

There's a killer wandering around this city, and he killed Robertson!

Who knows what the truth is deep down...

but city hall has a suspect and a victim, and you Eddie? What have you got?

A ghost.

I know this story has got to you, Believe me, I understand you...

Maybe you shouldn't have come back? But please stop thinking about it. Listen to me.

Right! While the snow falls and acid pours into his lungs!?

Eddie, Valdese is going to be killed because he's responsible...

Where the hell is Jose? Have you found him?

Right now only one person can tell us something; Valdese.

Let's go.

Ah! Here's the journalist who doesn't like war...

Waiting for us, eh?

We recognised your car. Nice!

I bet she's goes fast, but I bet we can make you go faster!!

An order to stop an execution isn't a directive that come from a newspaper...

A bit of imagination just isn't enough...

Right, so Ortega was an imaginary death?

The police archives are congested with reports on him!

He's linked to the local mafia right up to his neck!

His death could be the last act in a local dispute...

Right, and how do the threats against me figure in this then?

Anne Sachs' has disappearead and someone is trying to kill me.

Tell him Harmon, you know how it works around here.

Tomorrow morning we pick her up and then we have to explain ourselves!

Or am I wrong?

No...

But I believe Mills.

While Valdese waits to die, Ortega and Robertsons' murderer walks free!

I just need a couple of hours, Maybe just one to find him.

I can't do anything. Besides. there's less than an hour to go.

Is there anything stopping me talking to Valdese?

No, just a draw full of paperwork.

Sam, you can't do us this favour, and I can't do much for you but...

One day you'll run for Governor, and I may be useful to you then...

Go to hell Mills! ...and make it quick!

A certain 'Jose'...a friend of Ortegas'. Do you know him?

Who is he?

A Mexican, what else can I add?

A person talks of a dog and they add the race.

All this will stop when we can live without famine or fear...

Stop it Valdese. Preaching will not help you in the gas chamber.

Where is Jose?

When I knew him he was a night security guard...

...in a hotel.

Where can I find Jose?

From what I remember he should be in the C.M. Motor lodge to the south of town.

Good, I hope I can make it!

Mills! Why are you doing all this?

Because I hate printing errors.

Hello?

Why do want with me?

It's a game. I ask the questions and you answer...

and if you give me a wrong answer, he let's loose...

...and tomorrow you're friends will say that you don't talk anymore...

...as they arrive at your funeral.

Your friend from Chicago, What hole is he hiding in?

I don't know anything.

I asked you where he is?!

He's here...in 21.

In this hotel?

Yes, in room 21.

Thanks.

There's no time left now...

Of course I had to kill Ortega to shut him up...

That's why he came back.

Yes, he saw him leaving Valdeses' home and was asking around...

Yes, he's here with me.

Go and ring the bell.

Listen, there's someone at the door. I'll call you later. As soon as I can, ok. Ciao.

Go next door.

Hello...friend....there's three of us down the road in number four and...

...we want to play poker but we're missing a fourth person...

Sorry. So...if you want to play, I assure you the cards aren't rigged...

...and the whiskey is fine!

I never play cards with people I don't know.

Or with the people I do know!

Like I said, I'll look for someone else.

Don't shoot! We need him alive.

Careful, she's got a gun!

Another two people will die before you.

Harmon, what time is it?

It's not midnight yet. There's 11 minutes to go.

In 11 minutes it should be my turn.

Eddie, what are you going to do now? Stand on the bridge and just watch the current?

If you stop now the Sentinel will lose a journalist and you will lose a friend...

Me, because I'll be the first to start hitting you!

And you'll end up cooking pizza and spagetti for the rest of your life!

Okay Harmon, I'll take her to the Penitentiary...

you contact the prosecutor.

Let's go.

There's only one thing that can save you from the gas chamber...

...tell everything to the prosecutor.

I was just a witness.

Be careful. If you try anything I'll kill you.

...there'll be three dead for Rasputin!

Who ordered the hit on Robertson?

No, no. I don't know Sam! But he shot at him twice and now he's following him...

Do you need more proof than that?

Okay, I'll call the police. I just hope they make it in time!

Stop the execution!

No Harmon, I can't do that. There's just 7 minutes to go...

Only the Governor can stop it.

What do want?

Get out of my way!

Get out of the way!

I'm here to save him!

2 million dollars of Senator Robertsons' money was laundered by Harry Davis...

...our ex-editor

Then?

Robertson had collected enough evidence to put Davis away for the rest of his days.

The evidence was in Robertsons' briefcase...

To get rid of it Davis hired a killer who ended up in the same morgue as Robertson.

With a contract worth 20,000 dollars.

To conclude; The penitentiary has made two acquisitions...

Henry Davis, arrested shortly after he tried to kill a member of his own staff....

And Anne Sachs. A woman who'll do anything for money...

Used as tool for Davis to make his underworld connection.

Just moments before lethal gas was pumped into the chamber...

...a phonecall from the Governor saved Carlos Valdese.

Innocent.

The gas chamber lost a client, While the Sentinel, from today, has an extra journalist.

And the world is less an injustice.

It may not be much, but it serves a purpose.

Eddie, haven't you forgotten something?

Rasputin!

Hello?

Hello Rasputin.

Do you recognise my voice?

I speak from beyond the grave,

It's a sensational experiment in high spirituality.

I wasn't born on the 22nd of August...

I was born after midnight on the 23rd.

A lovely number, So, my star sign isn't Leo...

You're predictions aren't worth a damn, and on that note I'll leave you.

...a damn!

Now I feel better.

This is the way to start a day.

Oh...It's signed 'Eddie Mills'.

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