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In the thousand and one corruptions that have become cinders in the eye of history,

One of the more painful was the story of Harvey Bregan,

a powerful labor racketeer of our time.

Pinning a conviction on him had been almost an impossible task,

despite unimpeachable testimony that he had given orders

to and received tribute from government officeholders,

business leaders, and labor unions in particular.

There had been two hard-fought mistrials before a third arraignment

finally overcame his expensive battery of high-powered attorneys.

The verdict was one to ten for the crime of extortion.

Warden Prisoner Bregan.

That'll do, Willis.

Reagan, I didn't get you in here just to lay down the rules of this institution.

You're probably better at laying down rules than I am.

You probably just laugh up your sleeve at me.

Anybody who reads the newspapers knows that you've

been a mighty important man up to now.

Some people might even call you notorious.

Either way, you've been sitting high and mighty, pulling string,

just like a man working puppets.

You know, they say when a fella goes to prison,

He becomes nothing more than a number.

But not in my book. No, sir.

Every man here remains an individual until he proves he doesn't deserve the title.

That's why I'm telling you for your own good to put all that stuff behind you.

Every man here gets the same treatment, everyone.

No exceptions.

Hello?

Well, well, sir, this is a pleasant surprise.

Yes, sir.

Oh.

Of course, sir.

By all means, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Friend of ours?

And so a story that should have ended in prison began the

day Harvey Bregan was handed over to Warden Blakely.

The months in prison hadn't yet taken their toll of Warden Blakely's special guest.

His little trick in passing the time of day

was acting the great guy with the inmates.

They listened to him, took orders, knew that Harvey had connections on the outside.

They could ride the gravy train operating between Bregan and his empire,

consisting of the construction workers' union and politicians

anxious to remain in Harvey's good graces.

All part of the world he had carved out for

himself before the law caught up with him.

The question in the minds of many was not whether there

would be another boss to pick up the pieces left, but who it would be.

This is what I set out to learn from my newspaper column, The Corruptors.

And the reason I found myself sitting in on

a special meeting of construction workers.

Maybe you're wondering why I asked Mr. Marino here.

After all, this is a special meeting for those of you guys who feel

the same way I do about what's been happening to our union.

I want to tell you that we're still not in the clear,

even though Bragan was put away where he can't get his hands on our local. Like Mr.

Marino said in his column today,

there will always be some guy waiting around to take over.

While Bragan's leftover goons are still hanging around,

and until we clear them all out, we're not on safe ground.

How about if we find out there are shenanigans going on, Mr. Marino?

You have my word.

I'll use it where it'll do the most good for this local.

Good enough. Now let's get back to work.

Keep your eyes open and check with me after the regular meeting tomorrow night.

Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Marino. Oh, thanks. We need you.

Our pleasure.

Mine too.

Glad to have you with us, Mr. Marino. Thanks.

Well, you've come a long way, Allie.

Since the time you swore out a complaint against Bregan for threats,

and they threw you into the clink.

Yeah, and if it hadn't been for that piece you wrote in your column,

I'd still be in the clink.

Hello, Mr. Arnold. Yeah, it's the same old beef.

You ask me, Ali Lewis is gonna cause trouble at that regular meeting tomorrow night.

Yeah, he's with him now.

That Marino guy.

Okay, I'll tell Jusky.

He'll know what to do.

All right, all right, all right! Now,

this is the main thing that you're interested in.

This union book.

That means your livelihood.

And anybody that can't appreciate it can just get out or be thrown out.

And there's one thing that I will not stand for,

and that is the beating up of innocent union members by people like Allie Lewis.

All right, bring him in.

All right, Whitey, you tell them what you told me. Go on.

Tell them how Allie Lewis attacked you because

you refused to be a union buster for them.

That's right.

Attack me, because there wouldn't be a union buster for him.

That's a lie, a fake! All right, now, order, order, order, order!

Now, this terrible outrage on Wyden...

has proved to the national office that this local is

not being presently run by qualified leadership.

Therefore, this local is hereby being placed under a trusteeship.

I will personally act as supervisor.

Now, it is purely a temporary measure.

Until you can learn to handle yourselves in accordance with our Constitution.

The last time we had a temporary supervising state for 13 years.

13 years without an election. You guys want that again?

You're out of order.

Don't let them do this to us. Speak up.

You're out of order! Sergeant Lawrence! All right, now!

Now allow me to read to you from our Constitution

on the democratic procedures of this union.

Elections shall be held regularly.

All members in good standing shall be guaranteed the right to vote.

In the event of an emergency threatening the peace and welfare of the local,

it is within the power of the national office

to step in and impose a union supervisor.

What is meant by a member in good standing?

Is it someone who stands and takes it without complaining?

Or is it somebody who stands up and fights back,

even though it means losing the first few rounds?

It's all done, Daddy.

All fixed and done the way you said.

Mr. Arnold took over.

No trouble?

Trouble.

Well, you see, the constitutional machinery don't work

the same way for some guys as it does for others, now you... Let it go.

I sure do miss you, Daddy.

And don't wear that dress when you come in here.

Well, you bought it for me. Yeah, yeah. And the perfume, too. The smell.

See?

Are you trying to drive me nuts?

I kind of thought that the dress and the perfume would make it feel like old times.

Me soon.

You've been in here almost a year.

Just a little while longer. I'll make it look good.

I'll be eligible for my parole.

I got friends working on it.

I miss all the places we used to go.

All the restaurants and the dancing.

Yeah, and we'll be gone again soon.

And don't start thinking any different.

And don't get any ideas I'll be an old man when I get out of here.

Oh, you an old man.

Well, goodbye, Daddy.

In all his years as a prize fighter, he never took such a beating. He's a nut.

Sure, he's a nut.

Well, I wouldn't have him any other way.

If nothing else, at least he's put his fighting into a worthwhile thing.

Now, you see why I do all my talking on the outside, Mr. Marino?

I just can't get a word in at all.

Well, until you get back on your feet again, I'll do it for you through my calling.

And they thought with Bregan in prison, things would change.

It's as though he was still calling the shots.

As though he was still calling the shots.

As though he was still calling the shots?

But how? Break is out of circulation.

But not his modus operandi, his methods.

There's still very much on the outside. You ought to know about modus operandi,

Jack. You're a detective.

Reagan's trademark was all over that union takeover. First,

he creates an emergency, suspends all the local officers,

then moves in a supervisor. And that takes power from the top.

And Reagan has it all the way up to national headquarters.

Head power, you mean, don't you? He's behind bars now.

But Arnold, he could have picked up a few pointers on his own.

He's been with Reagan long enough.

No, no, Arnold wouldn't have the nerve to stage such an out-and-out frame.

And that ridiculous act of Whitey in the wheelchair.

I was sure you wouldn't.

But did you find any hospital or doctor that treated Whitey? No.

Either way, Arnold's following in the old master's footsteps.

Yeah, but which master?

His father, a man dedicated to honest unionism?

Or Harvey Bregan?

I never met a newspaper man before. A real newspaper man.

Well, you flatter me.

The nearest I ever came to one was the blind

man on the corner where I buy my newspaper.

Sometimes I read the headlines to him.

I read very well. He told me so.

You know, it must be just terrible to sell newspapers and wonder what's in them.

And just think, I might never have met you

today if I didn't come to pick up my check.

Sunshine, didn't you have something to do?

Oh, yeah.

Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marino. A real pleasure.

Same here, Sunshine.

Oh, Sunshine!

Uh, be sure to say hello to the other newspaper man.

Oh, I was going to do that anyway, Mr. Marino. I'm a name dropper.

Bye. Bye.

Well, I've been looking forward to meeting you, uh, Mr. Marino. Will you join me?

You've got plenty of liquid assets, as you can see. No, thanks.

Accommodations for visiting firemen.

I'm not on fire.

Have you noticed how everyone is a psychoanalyst these days?

All right, then here's a more direct question.

What about that union takeover?

All constitutional, all according to democratic procedure.

Well, nice words.

But then it's not easy to forget the words you learn on your father's knee.

He's a lawyer too, isn't he?

A man who carved his name into labor's history, along with the Meany's,

the Ruther's, the Dubinsky's.

All men of honor.

I'm quite familiar with my father's accomplishments and beliefs. Uh-huh.

But your father never believed in preventing the

rank and file from having a voice in their union.

Hiking dues without a vote, forcing kickbacks,

using union funds for private business.

Mr. Marino, my father is a fool.

A gentle, dedicated, sacrificing fool who is now

finally wound up with holes in his pockets.

You're not suggesting there are no rewards in honest law, are you?

No argument.

But aren't you too big a man to be wasting

your time on just a feature story, Marino?

You're right about that.

What I plan to do is to blast Bregan's type of

labor racketeering right out of the water.

You could be wrong, you know.

Show me.

Why don't you take a job with us? Get it right from the horse's mouth.

Without a word from the boss?

Is that some kind of riddle?

Yes.

The riddle of a man who still occupies a place of honor,

even though he's been found guilty and imprisoned.

What about that guy Marino? Did he make a pitch or something when you met him?

Silly. He's just an acquaintance, nothing more.

Ask any questions?

It knocked me over when I found out it was him.

He's a real gentleman, even if he is a newspaper man.

Yeah, I better figure out some reason for you being in Arnold's office.

From now on, you got a job with the union.

A real job?

Yeah, we'll make you...

Secretary of the Welfare Fund.

You look after the welfare of certain members, don't you?

I love to do things for people in need. You know that.

Baby, I told you not to wear the dress in here and the perfume.

Only did it so that you wouldn't forget.

No chance.

Gee, Harvey. I haven't even gotten out of here, and I miss you already.

What do you think is happening to me?

Who cares in spring how cold the snow will be?

But winter comes too soon.

The book of love has leaves that seem to fly.

Just like the leaves an autumn wind has strewn I stop the clock and still the

days go by And winter comes too soon Why must the summer ever turn to fall?

You want it in the warden's office, Mr. Bregan.

I know the time is getting late.

How about leaving us alone for a while?

Matter of fact, I was just about to suggest that.

It's good to see you, Harvey. How are you feeling? Great. Great.

Just great. Wonderful.

Listen.

In the next two weeks, I want you to put through an increase in union dues.

That might be too soon, Harvey. I'll decide when it's too soon.

The liquor expenses for my trial haven't been paid yet.

Who do you think is going to pay them?

I only meant to... Yeah.

Membership never sees the books. They don't know how the money's spent anyway.

All right, Harvey.

And if they want to know more, tell them what I'm paying,

locked up here in this rat hole.

What's with this newspaper guy? I understand he's been stooping around your office.

He could give us quite a bit of trouble, Harvey,

especially now that we're trying to put through your parole.

I ain't staying one more day on this trap, and I have to. Boys know that, Harvey.

But Marino's making them nervous with that column of his. Then buy him off.

I've tried, Harvey.

When?

Between bottles, a few more years in this joint, I'm over the hill.

I'm finished.

These guys working on a parole.

Get them here. I want to talk to them in person. You think that's wise, Harvey?

I'm sick and tired of everybody dragging their feet.

I want them here where I can see them.

All right, Harvey. You're calling the shots.

Don't forget it. Paul.

There's your modus operandi.

Reagan's chief link with the outside.

Well, now you've got the fuse for that little bomb you're putting together.

We're not lighting it yet.

If Reagan is still giving the orders, others besides Arn would have taken it.

That's what you're going to find out, Jack.

And so he waited outside Bragan's prison empire.

The stakeout finally bore fruit in the person of Congressman Felix Braun.

Who knew that Bregan's control of the union treasury

meant contributions to political campaigns.

And state majority leader Adolph Wayne,

who knew that Bregan controlled thousands of job openings to accommodate payoffs.

A great source of power with political figures.

Ined Moyer, attorney for one of the top sports arenas.

In Duncan Waterbury, ex-police commissioner, head of several building projects,

as well as member of the parole board, Harvey Bregan was still giving the orders,

and the big guns danced to his tune.

Only two visitors all week, huh?

Arnold and the Miss Sunshine Ryan. That's right. Whatever you see in there.

A copy of my own register, warden.

Convict number 12635.

Otherwise known as Harvey Bregan.

Well, I don't understand. Oh, it isn't difficult, Warden.

Those men came here to see Bregan.

But for some reason, their names don't appear on the register.

Oh, you think anybody's going to believe this? These are all well-known men.

I have a witness.

Times of arrival, times of leaving, dates.

Keep it, Warden.

You might want to add them to your register.

He knows every name. Every single name.

So he knows.

So it's his word against yours.

Mr. Bregan, I'm going to add those names to the register.

I gave him my word.

What are you trying to do, put a crimp in my parole?

If you do so, help me, I'll put a crimp in you on any job you ever hope to get.

And you better believe I can do it.

Well, maybe he was just bluffing.

I don't appreciate your spying on me.

I had reasons for seeing Harvey breaking. Good and sufficient reasons. Why,

Congressman? To help him get his parole?

To help prevent a strike. A strike in a vital industry.

Now, that'd be un-American, wouldn't it?

Also, breaking controls some 4,000 jobs in your district alone every fall.

Naturally, you'd have to play ball.

Mr. Marino, I'd talk to the devil himself to prevent a strike.

Now you will have to excuse me.

I don't understand, Mr. Marino.

We're old friends, Harvey Bregan and I.

Nothing wrong in old friends sitting down to a little visit, is there?

Especially when there's talk of labor trouble in one of your own enterprises.

No comment.

Well, I've got plenty to say.

I'd visit Bregan even if I weren't on the parole board.

I know about men who are put behind bars, how tough it is for them to get jobs.

That's why I let my construction company hire them.

I'm not afraid to be called a humanitarian.

In the case of Wayne, there was even less grace about the exposure.

His life in labor as a federal official depended upon the

man who controlled so many votes at the convention.

I was on the right track, judging from the explosion.

Could I get you something to drink, Mr. Marino?

Soda pop, buttermilk?

No, thanks.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

This is a very welcome surprise. It gets awful lonely with Daddy away.

Well, there are lots of boys around. They're about your age, aren't you?

Oh, boys.

They're so immature. They don't know how to be just friends.

Besides, Harvey wouldn't like that. He worries about me.

It does get awful lonesome.

I'm sure it does.

I'd be glad to take you to dinner sometime, if you like.

Would you really, Mr. Moreno?

Sure.

Oh, I would like that.

Then it's a deal. But right now, I'd like to interview you for my column.

Interview? Me?

Well, what could anybody write about me? I'm just a secretary for the union.

I'm secretary of the welfare fund.

Well, that sounds pretty important.

And I'm going to get a raise, too. I'm going to get $300 every single week.

Oh, that's more money than my father ever made in his whole life.

Oh, I got a light.

Or my uncles, or anybody except Harvey.

What do you do for it, sunshine?

Oh, all kinds of things.

Visit sick members in the hospital.

Good in welfare, you know.

That's why the union voted to buy me a car out of the welfare fund.

And it's not one of those little foreign bugs, either.

The union only buys American-made.

Oh, that's Oscar the Ape.

Daddy gave him to me.

He screams just like Daddy when you push his button.

How did you meet Daddy?

Well, that was when I was working in one of those key clubs.

One of those private clubs, you know.

Well, I was wearing my cock-a-doodle-doo costume when

Daddy walked in with a whole lot of big shots.

Wasn't he one of the owners of the club? Sort of a silent partner?

You oughtn't to be mean to Daddy, Mr. Marino.

He's a very kind man. He gave me everything I need.

Everything in this apartment he gave me. That's more than my own daddy ever gave me.

All he ever gave me was a black eye once, when he came home drunk.

That's when I flew the coop.

Listening to her, trusting and friendly,

you could understand why Bregan felt about her the way he did.

She was lonely, and if anything, too trusty.

From that moment on, my purpose was to protect her against herself, if I could.

Gentlemen, let's quit kidding ourselves.

Moreno can and will do damage with that column of his.

He won't stop digging until he's dug a grave for us.

It seems to me we're too emotional about what he...

All he knows is that we visited the prison.

Bunk him! Just a minute.

All right, all right, all right. The main issue is not Marino, but Bregan's parole.

I'm not committing suicide, Dave. Oh, no, well,

that's exactly what you'll all be doing if he doesn't get out.

If that parole doesn't come through,

the damage that Wayne was talking about is

gonna be in every one of your pocketbooks.

All right, gentlemen.

For all favors, past and future.

We want one in return, a parole,

and nothing better get in the way of that little item.

Then you'd better see to it Marino doesn't swing at us with his column.

Because if he does, our hands are tied.

Marino.

Marino.

I'm sick of Marino.

Bring him here. Here!

I'll talk to him myself. I've already told you, Harvey, it's a column of his.

You're already nothing.

You and the rest of them monkeys.

You're imagining things, Harvey. Yeah, I'm imagining.

I gotta get out.

Well, it didn't help to give Marina that ammunition,

the job you gave Sunshine in the car.

So what? It was little enough for the kid, after everything she's done for me.

I owe her plenty.

Dave?

I'm gonna marry her.

What?

Marry her?

Harvey, she's too young for you. So, I'm older, what?

I'll make it up to her. How? Lots of ways.

Oh, I know. You can buy her anything you want to buy. You can buy her cars.

You can buy her furs. But you're old enough to be her father. Well,

when she feels that different, she's going to meet somebody,

and she's going to walk out on you.

Don't say that about her.

She's a good kid.

If ever a guy was wearing his feelings on his sleeve... All right.

I'm sorry.

Who am I to be sacking a guy with a law degree?

Look at me.

All beef and no brains.

That makes us even, Harvey.

All brain and no guts.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Get me out of here.

And so, keeping the Harvey Bregans under lock and key may not be the entire answer.

But it serves notice of... Cross that out.

It serves notice on others of his ilk that

the law is meant to serve all people alike.

Type this up in duplicate and shoot a copy over to my apartment to prove it.

Such dedication.

You want to know something about dedication?

Your father did.

What is this obsession always bringing up my father?

Why? He's a thing of the past.

Is he really?

You still have more respect for him than you have for anybody else.

No amount of drinking is going to end that.

I didn't come here to discuss philosophies of life with you,

but to ask you whether you would talk to Bregan firsthand.

Well, sure, why not?

After all, a man writes damaging stuff about another.

The least he can do is look him straight in the eye.

So you're the guy who figures to stab me with a pencil.

That's still mightier than the knife.

Don't kid yourself, hot shot.

When I was a kid scrunching for a buck, I learned one thing.

It's the knife that sharpens the pencil.

I can't figure you.

Because I can't figure you either.

Not all the way yet.

When I do, I'll be able to put 30 to my story.

A newspaper time for end, finish.

You're not finishing me, friend.

You or nobody else.

What do you want, Marino? If you didn't want to talk a deal, why'd you come here?

To listen, Bregan.

To find out what makes you tick.

Tell me, if you had it to do all over again.

Same thing, only I'd start sooner.

That's a dumb question anyway.

I was raised a different way.

Dog eat dog.

You're either top dog or a stooge.

And being a stooge was not for me.

I fought for everything I got. With busted heads for trophies? Yeah,

and a busted leg for me that ain't never gonna heal up.

But I didn't come this far to let you cut me off at the knees.

When you get to be as old as I am, you should be enjoying yourself.

If you ain't, everything you've done is for nothing.

Marino.

I want that parole.

All I do is report facts.

There are ways to keep you from seeing so much.

Threats too, huh?

Well, thanks for the visit, Brigham.

Anytime at all. Torino.

Stay away from that dumb dame of mine. Quit using her.

Aren't you the one that's using her? Trying to give you a false sense of youth?

I'm warning you, Marino. Stay away from her.

Anytime she wants to see me, it's an open date.

She might even get the idea you're wrong for her.

He turned his back on me, and nobody turns their back on Harvey Brayton. Harvey,

listen to me. You have just got to listen to me. No, you listen to me.

I want you to go over to Sunshine's place and set it up,

and I want you to do it tonight.

Those are Marino's columns you're cutting.

You're quite an admirer of his, aren't you?

I sure am.

I've been reading some of them to the blind

man on the corner. It's very educational.

You know something, Mr. Arnold? I can hardly write a letter. Just a simple letter.

That's why I usually send a picture postcard to Mama.

All I have to put on that is, I love her and I miss her.

That's admirable, Sunshine.

What a pretty name.

It's really Jenny, for Jeanette.

But as long as my name was Jenny, nobody noticed me.

And then the minute I changed it to Sunshine, everybody noticed me.

A name is very important.

That's right, sunshine. A name is very important.

Mama gave it to me because I laugh so much.

I'm a real laugher.

To all the real laughers in the world.

You're not like yourself tonight, Mr. Arnold.

What a comforting thought, sunshine, to be able to escape oneself.

Now, you remember what you're supposed to do, don't you?

Sure. Call up Mr. Marino and ask him to take me to dinner tonight.

What if he asks you what's it all about?

It's because he's been writing things about Daddy and pleased not to do it anymore.

It's a favor to me personally.

There he is.

Speak your piece.

Hello, Mr. Moreno.

Guess who?

Marilyn Monroe, sunshine? No.

I'm propositioning you, Mr. Marino. You still feel like taking me to dinner?

Sure.

Well, I warn you, I've got a big appetite.

Fine, then how about a big dinner?

You're a wolf, Mr. Marino.

Where?

Oh, uh, Pan and Ink restaurant.

Oh, I've heard of that. That's where all the writers go, right? On 48th Street?

That's it.

Well, all I have to do is put on a coat.

I still have a little work to do.

Can you meet me there in half an hour?

Okay.

Goodbye. We're going to the Pen and Ink restaurant, where all the reporters go.

Jessica, the Penn and Inc. restaurant.

I saw a girl wear an outfit like this once in a movie.

It was called Sob, Sister, all about a newspaper.

I thought it would be kind of fitting.

Can I drop you someplace, Mr. Arnold?

No, you just go on ahead.

I'll finish this.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Never better.

You know something, Mr. Arnold?

You're a very kind man. And I like you a lot, honest.

You're the kind of person that people can trust, so to put their faith in.

Hello, Dad?

I just wanted to talk to you.

Just chew the old fat like we used to. Don't hang up, Dad.

I'd like to come by and talk to you for a while.

I know it's been a long time, Dad. I know.

Don't hang up yet.

Dad?

Let's click glasses again.

To the... Co-op estate?

That's a silly name for newspapers. I'm going to sneak this menu away for Mama.

She collects them from all over, all the places Daddy took me to. Mr. Marino.

You've got to stop writing those things about Daddy.

Is that what he asked you to tell me?

Mr. Arnold asked me.

Well, you like being interviewed by me, don't you?

Well, who doesn't like to get their name in the newspapers?

Except Daddy.

And he gave strict orders, and I've got to do what he says.

You really like him that much?

If somebody did so many wonderful things for you,

he's all alone in that awful place.

I know just how he feels.

Sometimes, even with the TV set going and the record player on, I still get lonely.

Sunshine, why do you sit around waiting?

There are lots of boys around. Your age, you're young, pretty.

You really think I'm pretty?

But stupid, huh?

No, no, Sunshine, not stupid.

Naive.

Yeah.

Naive.

Oh, that's a much nicer way of saying it.

On Coney Island, when I used to work at Madame Fantin's

harem, it was just stupid. Like that was my name.

Madame Fantin's what?

Harem. You know, a girly show.

On the broad walk.

It was lots of fun in those days.

Have you gone back there, see what it was like?

No.

All right, then, let's go visit Madame Tintin.

We'll show you how smart you've become.

Oh, Mr. Marino, don't you be naive.

Mm-hmm.

I gotta get you to a hospital.

I don't understand, Mr. Reno.

I never hurt that man.

He meant it for me, Sencha.

Daddy asked me to go out with you. I only did what he said.

Now...

I got nothing.

The police still... The police still haven't been able to break justice.

They can't get a word out of them.

But here's your story, Paul.

The last will and testament of David Arnold.

Dates, facts, figures, and closets where the skeletons are buried.

He sent it over to your office.

Suicide?

Depends on whether a man can drink himself to death.

The moves were now swift and sharp.

Within 48 hours, Bregan was removed to an institution of maximum security,

and his empire of corruption began to topple.

The warden, along with the public figures who had visited Bregan,

were earmarked for investigation and possible prosecution.

As for Bregan, his special privileges were a thing of the past.

The days of his high living, only a memory, along with his prison empire,

built on strong arm and fear.

He would be an old man before he would again be in a position to influence anyone.

If there was anything good to come out of the

violent and unhappy life of Harvey Bregan,

it was in the stirring up of the citizen.

Slow to make himself heard, but stubborn in his resistance to bullies once aroused.

There were, of course, the sad postscripts to Bregan's career.

The mirror had won out, and the pretty-faced girl he was so afraid of losing.

Was now lost to him in a way he never expected.

Baby? Baby?

Please, Daddy, please don't cry.

A famous poet once said, each man kills the things he loves.

But it had always been said of Bregan, Anything he touched, he spoiled.

And now a few scenes from next week's play.

Don't take a closing, Judge.

I got too big an investment.

Pankow, if I say the town closes, it closes.

You want Lauren Tolerant.

He's behind everything rotten in this town.

A superior court judge running a big-time vice operation.

It's rotten, Joe.

So you're Paul Moreno.

I wondered what you looked like.

You were pretty sure I'd be in. Just figured. Sit down.

Is this an interview?

Oh, just asking a few questions.

And if I don't answer the questions?

Then I'll fret the questions and your refusal to answer.

Dad. I know where you were.

What are you doing?

I saw you when you went in there and when you came out three hours later.

Now tell me, what were you doing?

Don't make it sound that way.

How else can it sound with a man like Tolliver?

I love him.