All language subtitles for 1.02 Skid Marks on a Dry Run

I've had no experience

with detective agencies,
Mr. Wickersham.

Just how good is Intertect?

Do you expect an
unbiased answer?

I'm willing to listen to what
answer you choose to give me.

You built Pearson Astro
from scratch

to the biggest thing of
its kind in the country.

Now you didn't do that

by accepting people's
evaluation of themselves.

I've heard about
you from others.

Now, I want to hear
your view of yourselves.

We're efficient, well-equipped,

we hire the best men available,

and we charge all
the traffic will bear.

We're the best in the business.

You're not handicapped
by false modesty.

No. Are you?

No, I guess not.

Shrinking violets aren't
worth $5 million at age 35.

You're worth more
than $5 million.

I'm over 35.

Well, you'll have
made up your mind

about my organization by now.

Can we talk business?

I've got a job for you.

And it isn't a normal
security operation,

otherwise one of your employees
would have phoned to hire us.

I want a political figure
investigated.

Why?

I want you to dig up
every rotten thing

you can find about him.

Anything that'd be
used to smear him.

This isn't the sort of job
we usually take on.

Will you do it?

That depends on your reason
and who the subject is.

The reason is simple--

to dig deep enough to
destroy him if you can.

And who is this man?

Me.

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Three shots in the bull's-eye

and five clean misses.

That just barely
qualifies you.

As what?

Mr. Mannix, according
to the records,

last month you shot a man
in the kneecap at 50 yards.

Luck.

Obviously.

Well, Mr. Mannix, why do you
want me to repeat myself?

I thought that Mr. Wickersham
told you what's required.

Yes, he did, but, uh,
it's an unusual request.

I'd like to hear it
firsthand.

Well, the, uh,
Citizen's Committee--

my party have asked me
to run for governor.

Now, politics is
a dirty business.

I want to know what can
be used against me.

Now, just what is it
you're worried about?

Take it easy,
Mr. Mannix.

I haven't said I'm
worried about anything.

Well, no one sets a bear trap
unless there are bears around.

Thank you,
Miss Ellis.

Mr. Mannix, this is
my secretary.

How do you do.

Pleasure.

Mr. Mannix?

Black.

I divested my holdings in
Pearson-Astro six months ago.

Not for me.

The Adam Pearson
Foundation got 51%.

The bulk of the funds go
into a science scholarship

for the underprivileged.

In a political campaign,

anything can be slanted
to look bad.

The people that I'll
be up against

are past masters at
the art of smearing.

Well, you must
have some idea

of what they might
use against you.

Anybody trying to
build a scandal

can take an insignificant
incident and blow it up.

I want you to start
from scratch--

no help from me.

See what kind of a
case you can do.

Well, I don't want
to talk us out of business,

but a good detective agency

can usually find dirt
no matter where it digs.

No doubt, but I want to
see how bad it can be.

This is a dry run
with you as the enemy.

If you can't find
anything that hurts,

then I'm quite confident
that they won't be able to.

Suppose I can.

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

mean more to me than any
political office in the country.

If she can be hurt by
any smear against me,

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

Keep me informed
of your progress.

Fine.

Oh, one thing--
I, uh...

I'll handle this my way.

Of course.

I only have one condition.

I don't want my wife involved.

Stay away from her.

I don't understand,
Mr. Mannix.

What do you mean you're
investigating my husband?

Mrs. Pearson, I'm doing
a magazine profile

for Business Progress.

Most people know what
your husband has done,

but not really what he is.

The company's public relations
firm prepared a biography.

If that would be
of any help...

I gather it wouldn't.

I'm not interested in the
official campaign biography.

I told your husband
that, and he agreed.

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

the human interest.

That usually means
human frailties...

weaknesses the reader
can identify with.

We all have them.

When Adam and I
were first married,

it bothered me that I couldn't
find any weakness.

Well, I've long since
given up that search.

Good luck to you, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Pearson, you come from a
rich, socially prominent family.

How about his
adjustments to...

If you're trying to do
a "she had to teach him

which fork to use",

let me tell you that my husband
does a pretty thorough job

of everything he tackles.

He could give any
Washington hostess

a lesson or two
in protocol.

Do I sound like a wife

that's very much in love
with her husband?

It's a nice sound.

He's a nice husband.

He told you to stay away
from his wife!

He just phoned and he's furious.

Look, while you're
working for him,

at least try to
follow his orders.

Will the opposition
follow his orders?

He didn't hire them.

So he won't be able
to control them.

Oh, and Lew, you can tell him if
he's gonna try and control me,

then we're both
wasting our time.

Reproduce and distribute.

That's the earliest picture
we could find on him.

That should be great
for the campaign.

The Governor's known poverty.

A little log cabin
never hurt anyone.

Here are a couple from
college, graduation photo,

B.S. in Electrical
Engineering.

That's when he won the
Conference Billiard
Championship.

Here's an Astro plant,
wedding, society, sports.

There's a fairly detailed
report in the folder.

Your boys have
done a good job.

Well, I'll just take that.

Where are you going?
Detecting.

I don't know
why I keep asking.

Someday I'll hang a bell
around his neck.

Why would he take the
Billiard Championship photo?

What kind of a
lead is that?

Well, even for Mannix,
there's got to be a reason.

Seems to me the most logical
move would be in the area of
Pearson's business dealings.

His company had big
government contracts.

Let me try to follow the path
of Mannix's twisted mind.

Pearson won the Billiards
Championship when he was
a freshman in college.

That means he had to be very
good before he got into college.

Sure, how does a slum kid
get that good at billiards?

You got a 20/21 cue?

50 cents.

How long you been here?

Too long.

Eight years.

This place has been here
a lot longer than that.
Huh.

Looks like it's been here
as long as they have.

They come with me.

You think I let bums off
the street just sit here.

Them I gotta.

One's my wife's uncle.

The other's
my brother-in-law.

Now, Schneider
was born here.

Probably gonna die here.

I figure we'll have to bury
him in the side pocket.

Want to game?

Okay.

Go for a buck?
Sure.

I, uh, hear you've been
around here a long time.

Adam Pearson grew up in
this neighborhood, huh?

For break.

Ever run into him?

Who?

Adam Pearson.

Never heard of him.

I won the lag.
You break.

Three ball.

Hey, you ain't bad.

But I still think
I can take you.

You want to raise the stakes
to two bucks?

Sure.

Four ball
into the side pocket.

13.

Now make the 13...
from there.

Why?

Play it.

Could you make it any tougher?

Yeah... but it wouldn't be fair.

Out.

Yeah, that's a
pretty tough shot.

I-I-I didn't say
you have to play it
from there.

Yeah, I know,
that's all right.

For ten bucks, right
from where it is.

Interested?

All-all I got is eight dollars.

You're covered.

Well, you cleaned me.
You're a pro.

What do you want to hustle me
for a stinking ten bucks?

That's pretty lousy
in my book.

I wouldn't hustle
another hustler.

That way, nobody
makes a living.

I'll give you a chance

to get your money back--
20 bucks.

I told you,
you cleaned me.

I've got nothing
to put up.

Put up your mouth.

Adam Pearson used to hang out

around here when he was a kid.

You must've known him.

He lived one door
from the corner.

They tore it down.

It's a market now.

Does that buy me 20 bucks?

For another 20,

what kind of a kid
was he?

Shoot good pool?

He was weak on nine ball.

He used to hustle a little.

Overall, he wasn't too bad.

But that was
so long ago.

Another 20.

Have you seen him since?

No.

That's all that's going down.

You want to play for it or not?

60 bucks!

Honest, I don't know
too much about him.

He hustled
a little pool.

He was a punk kid.
He ran some numbers.

Honest, that's all I know
about him.

You've just won yourself
a game.

He's still in there,
Mr. Sobel.

He's using the phone.

Lew?

You're calling from the
neighborhood pool hall.

You found somebody that knew
Pearson as a kid, right?

Right. And there's a chance
it'll lead to something.

Tell me, uh, did Pearson
belong to a fraternity?

Yeah, Rho Sigma Delta,
I believe.

Thanks. I'll, uh...
talk to you later.

Mannix, before you go, I...

Good afternoon.
May I help you?

Yes.

You'll have to pardon
the confusion.

We're redecorating,
and about time, too.

I'm writing a
magazine article.

My name is Mannix.

I'd like to
write about...

About how all
college students use drugs,

have wild parties?

Well, I didn't
say that.

In all the years
I've been here,

I've not seen one example
of behavior that's any worse

or as bad as anything
you find anywhere else.

If a magazine or a newspaper

can't find anything else
to write about,

it always blames the younger
generation for delinquency.

Yes, I know.

Either the older generation
skipped their youth

or they spent their childhood
with halos and harps.

I'm Mrs. Osborne,
the housemother.

I'd like to do an honest story
about one

of your alumni--
Adam Pearson.

Class of '41.

Oh, of course,

I couldn't
place the name.

Would the annual help?

You know, it has...
it has pictures

of all the boys
and, uh, comments.

1941... that was the war class.

We lost so many
of the boys.

Some of them still come back

and tell me what
things were like

when they were visiting
with us.

Did you know a Beverly Rennick?

I was Beverly Rennick.

It's Cortina now.
I'm Mrs. Cortina.

Bev, what's going on?

Well, I'm, uh, doing research
for a magazine article

on someone Mrs. Cortina
went to school with.

What kind of magazine?

Those sexy pictures?

He's a writer, Eddie.

Come on in, Mr. Mannix.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Mrs. Cortina, you knew Adam
Pearson quite well.

My husband,
he's a little jealous.

How did you meet Pearson?

Oh, every pretty girl
on campus knew Adam.

He saw to that.

We were engaged.

You beat out the competition.

Oh, aren't you nice?

You want a chocolate?

What's the deal?

We were
just talking, Eddie.

Talking, huh?

Yeah.

Lay off that candy.
You're beginning to spread.

How did you and Adam
become unengaged?

Well, you know how it is
with campus romances.

You remained friends?

Oh, I-I've never forgotten Adam.

Tell you one thing,
he was a tough act to follow.

Hey, Mac, you got nothing better
to do than bug my wife

about some bum
she used to go with?

You'd better go.
He gets sore.

Mrs. Cortina,
can you tell me

what Adam was like,

who his friends were?
It's very important.

Uh... wait in the hall.

Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

Is he gone?

Yeah, honey.

How about a beer?

Coming up.

Just one minute.

I can only stay
a second.

Actually, there isn't much
I can tell you.

I mean, I'm younger.

Adam was a year ahead
of me in Engineering.

You know, math,
and all that stuff.

Who were his friends?

You mean, besides girls?

Mm.

I don't think he had time
for any other....

I ought to
kick your teeth in.

Stay away from my wife!

Eddie! Eddie,
I'm so embarrassed
I could die!

What's the matter
with you?!

We were just talking!

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry.

Aah!

Sorry.

That's two games.

I'll just never learn.

Don't give up.
You're getting better.

No, honey, I know
when I'm outclassed.

Mr. Pearson,

your wife has
a very impressive overhand.

Mr. Mannix, come in.

Uh, don't let me interrupt.

No, we're finished.

At least I am.

My wife deserves
better competition.

I don't care
about competition.

I just like to play.

Adam has a puritan
conscience.

He feels that it's
a shameful sin to lose.

Mr. Mannix,
you've hurt yourself.

Oh, uh, clumsy shaver.

Would you believe
a jealous husband?

You'd better come
with me.

I've got the
first-aid kit.

Oh, Mr. Mannix,
you got a lead
on something?

Well, I spent
a little time

with an old acquaintance
of yours

at the Fourth
and Emmett Street pool hall.

You used to hustle pool.

Well, if that bit of information
got you that cut,

you were cheated.

I used to pick up
spending money like that

when I was in
high school.

That's not going to hurt
my "Abe Lincoln" image.

I don't seem to remember
Abe Lincoln running numbers.

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

Now you don't think

they can build that
into a scandal, do you?

I'm beginning to wonder

if I've hired the
right detective.

You're the one who asked
for the progress reports.

Yes, and so far, your progress
consists of standing still.

I talked to another old friend
of yours-- Beverly Rennick.

Beverly Rennick.

Ah, that takes me back.

She was a pretty girl.

I understand you always had
pretty girls around you.

Say, there's
an interesting angle.

A sex scandal is always good
for a smear.

I'm sorry,
I've misplaced

the first-aid kit.
I'll have to go into the house.

Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Pearson.

I heal quickly.

You also have
a very pretty secretary.

Does she type?

Ask her.

I will.

We've got a date.

The preliminary reports on
Pearson-Astro's contracts

and the Department of Defense
work show nothing irregular.

Mannix get back yet?

Did he phone in?

Thank you.

Gonna have to put
that bell around
his neck.

Odd you should
mention that.

Mr. Hayden.

Ye-Yes, sir.

Did you get the transmitter
installed in Mannix's car?

Yes, sir.

The other receiver's
located

on top
of the Thompson building.

Now, by simple
triangulation,
we get precise...

Mr. Hayden, Mr. Hayden,

I'm familiar with
the method.

Where is he now?

Oh, he's just coming
into Seventh Street, sir.

Range, uh...
one quarter mile.

From now on, we'll know
where he is at all times.

Don't put all
your money on it.

Except for Roman candles,

it's like the Fourth of July
here every night.

That's why I picked
this restaurant.

I like to live dangerously;
flaming shish kabob

to the right of us,
fiery crêpe suzettes
to the left of us.

And now
cherries jubilee.

And if they don't
start cooking

in the kitchen
pretty quick,

they're gonna have to serve
their guests in foxholes.

It was fun.

I'd like to see
you again.

I'd like that, too.

Would you like to come up
and have one drink?

I'd like.

What's the matter?

Just a loose wire.

Mr. Wickersham,
there's something wrong

with the transmitter, sir.

I don't know.
It just suddenly went dead.

Nothing about Mannix
ever goes right.

Brandy or scotch?

Brandy.

You came out from New York
just to do this one story?

Just to get the lowdown
on your boss.

He's going to be
our next governor.

He's got one vote
for sure, hasn't he?

He'll have a lot of them.

They say that
every secretary

is just a little in
love with her boss.

Do they?

Is it true?

I worship Mr. Pearson--
there's a difference.

Well, I don't want
to be worshipped.

Is your drink
all right?
Oh, fine.

You said one drink,
so I'm... sipping.

I hope you're not going to put
everything in your article.

No, I'm very selective.

So am I.

But I meant it
about just one drink.

Mm.

Well, uh...

if you get a bigger
bottle, give me a call.

Oh, that's my, uh,
that's my New York number.

I'd better give you
my local phone.

It's an exchange,
but they can get me anytime.

There you are.

And call soon.

Good night.

And thank you.
Good night.

Owney. What are
you doing here?

Where's your wife?

She ran down to
the drugstore.

It's okay-- she won't be
back for a few minutes.

Come on in.

Oh, uh, you're
going to a ballgame.

What ballgame?

What do you care?

You've already missed
three or four innings.

Look, Owney...

I don't know what
this is all about.

You don't have to know.

I don't have to know.

I got my orders.

There's only one ticket.

That's right.

Just make sure you get seen.

So I get to go
to a ballgame, huh?

Alone.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

Standing here talking, you're
gonna miss the whole game.

Look, Owney...

I don't know
who's heard what,

but something
is wrong here.
Nothing.

Listen, Beverly
doesn't know anything...

about me or anything.

It's a mistake, you hear?

She doesn't know anything!

Why are you yelling at me?

I got my orders.

Owney... I love her.

You could say we were gone
when you got here.

Give me a break, Owney.

You can't do it!

Who could get hurt
if we weren't around?

Nobody could fault
you for that.

You know how I work.

I won't hurt.

Now, go on already.

No.

If you want to fight me,
I ain't bettin' on you.

But maybe you got a chance.

You're gonna fight
the whole Syndicate.

Run a routine print check
on that, will you?

Sure. Whose?

Just mark it Exhibit A.

Why didn't you use this?

I don't want to hurt nobody.

Who sent you?
What sent?

I was just standing there.

You've been following me.
What following?

It's a free country.

Owen Thompson--
is that your name?
Yeah.

How many names you got?

That's it.

You a cop, mister?

You know who I am.

You got a record?

I'm clean. Honest.

On my mother's grave.

You keep following me, that's
exactly where you'll end up.

I had an important appointment
this morning,

but I cancelled it
because you said it was urgent

that you get background
on my first meeting with Adam.

I'd be delighted to help
you in any way that I can,

but you seem
rather hostile.

Yeah, well, this may be
more important to you
than it is to me.

You ever heard of a man
called Owen Thompson?
No.

Recognize him?

No. Why?

Mrs. Pearson, did you, uh,

know that your husband
had a reputation on campus

of being a local Don Juan?

Is that going to be the
level of your article?

Let's talk about
his secretary.

If a wife were to pick
her husband's secretary,

she wouldn't come out
looking like Sandra Ellis.

I think you'd better leave.

Oh, I know that you're
loyal and love your
husband very much,

but haven't you ever
wondered when he couldn't
be reached at the office,

those sudden out-of-town
business trips?

If you're trying
to upset me

and make me say something
that you can print...

I'm asking questions
to get answers.

Now, you'd better tell me
everything you know

so I can help you instead of
dumping this out into the open.

What did you find out?

For one thing, you're worried.

Please don't print that.

My husband's career
is more important
than anything that...

How long have you known?

I don't know.

I mean, I'm not sure.

I've made myself believe
that when he's away,

it is business.

Please don't print that.

Please don't.

You've got my word.

Adam is a complete man.

The physical part
of his life is very important.

I've always tried not
to be an inadequate wife,

but I guess I always
expected to fail.

Uh, look, Mrs. Pearson,

I have no actual proof
that your husband...

There are so many things
that I don't understand.

I was brought up in
a sterile world...

where everything
was given to me.

Adam had to fight.

His needs
were different.

If he's had to turn elsewhere...

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

then I'll have to win him back

and try to live
with the idea.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
Mr. Mannix,

I think I'd better keep
that appointment.

It was with my analyst.

Absolutely nothing.

I checked him out, and
there's no record on him.

So, coincidence?

I saw him outside
the pool hall.

A few minutes later,
the hustler was killed.

I caught him outside here
this morning-- armed.

Well, good enough for a hunch,
but I've heard no facts.

Facts come hard
in this case.

Adam Pearson,
the people's choice.

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

Is he?

I don't know,
but I sure shook her up.

I didn't enjoy doing it.

Try to remember
we're working for Pearson.

We're on his side.

Exhibit A.

Yeah, thanks.
What's that?

Like the man said,
Exhibit A.

It's a report on some
prints he wanted checked.

Has he turned up anything?

He is betting
on a sex scandal.

Another hunch based
on vague testimony
of a Mrs. Cortina,

who hasn't even seen
Pearson in years.

Who?
Mrs. Beverly Cortina.

She and Pearson were engaged
when they were in college...

You obviously
haven't seen this.

So, what's the big problem?

He's just doing what
he's supposed to.

It's what he
was hired for.

The big problem is that
he's upsetting my wife.

That's exactly what
he wasn't hired for.

All right, we hired him--
we'll fire him.

Okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Send in Owney and Matt.

Pearson's getting nervous.

Yeah. Mannix is doing
too good a job.

I'll check with you later.

Come in.

Mannix is giving
us trouble.

Like?

He doesn't know
too much yet,

but he's beginning
to learn.

That ain't good.

He's been sniffing around
places he doesn't belong.

That's to be expected,
but it still isn't welcome.

A guy don't sniff so good
with a busted nose,

especially when
he's also...

No, no, no, no,
no, none of that.

Kill him.

You sure you
don't know this guy?

Never saw him.

He was outside here
yesterday.

So?

So it was just a few minutes
before the old man was killed.

What do you want from me?

There's a lot of
people outside there.

That's a wide street.

This is a big town...

It's a free country.
...and it's a free country.

Yeah.

Mannix here.

Any messages?

Yeah, thank you.

Hello.

I just got your message.

I wondered if you'd like
that other drink.

Sounds interesting.

I'm still thirsty.

I'm glad.

When?

How soon can you get here?

I wouldn't want the ice to melt.

Well, I'm at Ninth and Ellis.

I can be there in about...
20 minutes, more or less.

I'll try and make it less.

Oh, you didn't slip into
something comfortable.

You got here so quickly.

I'm flattered.

Yes.

But then you
didn't expect me

to show up
at all, did you?

Your janitor may have
a little trouble

cleaning up the elevator.

Darling, I'm afraid
I'm not following you.

Somebody was following me and
I guarantee he won't again.

Well, if you want me to know
what you're talking about,

you'll have to be
a little clearer.

You set me up to be killed.
Clear enough?

Why would I want you
to be killed?

Now don't tell me
you weren't involved

in any of those syndicate
killings in Chicago.

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

When you were what the papers
referred to as a "party girl."

If that's a joke,
it's in bad taste.

Please go away.
You were never convicted,

but you were booked once.

I got a make
on your fingerprints.

I've asked you to leave.

Why, you got somebody
outside as a backup

in case that first punk missed?

I have nothing
to say to you.

Wrong.

You're going to tell me

all your connections
with the Syndicate,

starting with Chicago.

What I used to do is
none of your business.

Don't give me
that "used to."

Nobody "used to" work
for the Syndicate.

You tell me all about Pearson,
the Syndicate, the whole works

and you'd better level with me
or I'll knock it out of you.

And you know I'll do it.

I'll give you my name,
rank and serial number.

Now, you...

Mannix here.
Give me Wickersham.

Lew, better pull everybody
off the case.

It's a syndicate operation.

You've seen the paper.

You're a regular Typhoid Mary.

Everyone you talk to dies.

They just tried to put me
on the list.

I put your report
and the paper story together

and came up with
the same answer you did.

Is Pearson tied to
the Syndicate personally?

Well, he was as a kid,
probably still is.

The thing that clouds the issue
is his wife.

Syndicate members, high up ones,

usually marry into
the Syndicate.

She doesn't fit.

Well, it's not your problem now.

You did a good job, Joe.

Look in when you get back
to the office.

Yeah.

Good job.

Say, Jane.
Wickersham isn't in.

Is he gone for the night?

Oh, no, he'll be
right back, Mr. Mannix.

He said it would just
be a few minutes.

Did he close out
the Pearson case?

We sent a full report to the
client, along with the bill.

Have you got a copy?

I'd like to see
how you tell a client

that he's tied in with murder
and please send the check.

No, the files went to inactive
storage a few minutes ago.

I'll order them up
for you.
No, no.
It's not important.

Well, the delivery receipt
should be included,

and I only just received it.

Mr. Pearson was out,
but his wife signed for it.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Something wrong?

Tell me, if you suspected your
husband of being unfaithful,

and a detective's report
marked "confidential"

came into your hands,
what would you do?

There's not a woman alive
who could resist opening it.

If that's what Mrs. Pearson did,
she may not be alive.

Evening.

Emmett, you can
go to bed.

Fix yourself a drink,
I'll be right with you.

This isn't true, Adam.

Where did you get that?

I couldn't have lived with you
all these years

and not have known you.

I don't know
what this is all about.

But I'm sure it's exaggerated

and not worth
getting upset about.

It is true, then.

You are what it says,
a criminal.

A member of the Syn...

Don't say it, Martha.

Don't even know it.

But she does know.

Nice, you saved me
the trouble.

Let's go.

Go where?

What do you care?

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

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

That makes sense, doesn't it?

Yeah, makes
a lot of sense.

Come on.

The transmitter,
it's working again,

but it seems
to be shorting.

There's still
something wrong...

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

That's Morse, that's
Morse code he's sending.

Huh?
That's S.O.S.

Get me a fix on it.
Yes, sir.

Is anybody around?

Just us.

Well, keep my car
phone open.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mannix, I'd like
to congratulate you

on a job well done.

I turned up
more than you needed,

didn't I, Pearson?

I'll drop out of the race.

I'll take Martha
away somewhere.
We'll go to Europe.

I promise
there won't be any trouble.

Your wife doesn't realize
how this is going to end,

does she, Pearson?

Matt.

Shut up!

It's too bad about
that first step.

You could've made it
without them;

probably even been
a good governor.

You don't hear good.

Come on outside, Adam.

Forget it. I can handle it.

She won't talk.

Just give me a few minutes
alone with her.

You know the rules.

You helped make 'em.

Mrs. Pearson...

Mrs. Pearson!

Your husband is saying
good-bye to you.

You're to be killed.

It doesn't matter
what he wants.

You jeopardized
the whole Syndicate.

I thought I had a husband,

a home, a life
we built together.

You can't do any more harm
than you've already done.

I'll take full responsibility
for keeping her quiet.

I'll call Marty right away.

I'll explain it to him.

Rules, Adam.

Who do you think
you're talking to.

You're not even
on the Council.

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

Will you come outside?

You take your
orders from me.

Do you understand?
It's my responsibility.

I got my orders.

I have to go, Martha.

You all
in one piece?

Yeah, fine.
You?

Yeah, okay.

Mrs. Pearson, I'm sorry
about your husband.

I have no husband.

I don't know who this is.

They killed my husband
when he was 17.

Now all they have to do
is bury him.