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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(ACOUSTIC ROCK SONG PLAYING)

Mannix s8e01 Portrait In Blues

♪ I've imagined I'm a sailor ♪

♪ Sailing across the sea ♪

♪ I've even been ♪

♪ A train conductor ♪

♪ Stopping at the station ♪

♪ I engage in conversation ♪

♪ With the people ♪

♪ Of my daydreams every day ♪

♪ I seem to be a million miles away ♪

♪ In my mind ♪

♪ I hope to find ♪

♪ Some peace of ♪

♪ Mind. ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

All right. Thank you.

Psst.

He's out there again.

Forget it.

He's harmless.

First came the word, and then came the music,

and we got it all together for you

in a new one by Danny Shepard.

(APPLAUSE)

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING) (SCREAMING)

Kill the power!

Chris.

What a rush.

MANNIX: Miss Jane Peterson?

Yes.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Oh, yes.

Come on in, please.

Thank you.

You said it was, uh, very important.

Oh, it is. It is.

Uh, is that enough for a retainer?

That depends what you want done.

Well, there's a singer by the name of Chris Lockwood.

He was almost electrocuted last night.

Oh, yeah, I read about that.

Well, the newspaper said that it was an accident,

but I think that someone was trying to kill him.

What gives you that idea?

(CHUCKLES)

Mr. Mannix...

what are the chances of you...

shooting yourself with your own gun accidentally?

Slim.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, uh, Chris Lockwood works

with that electrical sound equipment

on the stage all the time... safely.

Until last night.

Miss Peterson...

why are you hiring me?

Uh, why not Chris Lockwood?

Because he wouldn't.

Ah.

Just what's your interest in him?

I, uh, happen to like the way he sings live.

I'd like to keep it that way.

I'm impressed.

I mean, real music lovers are rare these days.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You know, that Lockwood kid was just plain lucky.

If he'd grabbed that hot mic like this...

the way he usually does...

he'd be deader than a mackerel right now.

What do you think caused it?

A short somewhere.

Been able to find it?

No, can't seem to.

You know, accidents do happen.

There was a guy playing the guitar barefoot on a wet stage,

electrocuted himself over in London just last year.

Yeah, the only trouble is,

Chris Lockwood wasn't barefooted.

This could have been a deliberate attempt to kill him.

(CHUCKLES) By who and what for?

I was hoping maybe you could tell me.

I'm sorry.

But I still say accidents do happen.

Yeah.

This hot?

No, no, it's safe.

Hmm.

Uh, where does this wire lead?

Oh, that-that... that leads to the amplifier.

It's okay.

I checked it out.

What about that one?

Oh, that's just the ground.

And where does it lead?

To that metal pipe over there.

Hey!

Well, like, uh, I said, accidents do happen.

(MANNIX SIGHS)

So do murders.

(ACOUSTIC ROCK SONG PLAYING)

♪ Give me just a little more sunshine ♪

♪ I think it could be a bit brighter ♪

♪ It's so hard to see tomorrow ♪

♪ I think it was yesterday ♪

♪ No reason to turn off your sunshine ♪

♪ If I'm gonna be here tomorrow ♪

♪ I'll climb me the tallest mountain ♪

♪ And help you break a brand-new day ♪

♪ Shine down on the man who's not watching ♪

♪ Or listening to what's going down ♪

♪ You'll soon feel a warmth ♪

♪ Which might get his attention ♪

♪ You'll need more than me ♪

♪ 'Cause he's got no direction ♪

♪ He's really no different than I ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky. ♪

Okay, take ten, boys.

Hey! What's going on? Hey, how you doing, man?

How you doing, Bubba? Good to see you.

How's it sound, Wing?

Danny, that has got to be

the best jingle you've written since I found you two guys

doing ten-dollar gigs in the boonies.

Wha-ha!

Hey, how was Vegas?

When did you get back?

Oh, couple hours ago.

The games people play up there in that town... they shouldn't.

WING (LAUGHS): But as the man says

in the commercials, you only go around once.

(LAUGHS)

And let me tell you something, a couple of plugs from old Wing,

and you guys are a lock for another golden record.

Lordy, you boys are going to be millionaires

before you're 20 minutes older.

Hey, tell me about it.

You know, I can remember when the payoff

was Danish and coffee.

And I had to buy.

Like to take the food out of my own mouth.

Uh, Chris Lockwood?

Yeah.

The name is Joe Mannix.

I'm a private investigator.

Hey, what is this?

I've been hired to investigate your accident

on the theory that, uh, someone wants you dead.

You mean maybe somebody set it up?

Maybe.

You got to be putting me on.

Hey, listen to the man, Chris.

Chris, he's right. Listen to the man.

CHRIS: Ah, I don't need anybody to babysit.

Hey, who hired you?

A Miss Jane Peterson.

Groupie?

Says she's a fan.

Well, tell her she's wasting her money.

You sure of that?

No, he's not sure! Chris, baby...

Hey, cool it, Wing.

No way! Danny, tell him.

Few days ago, a guy sideswiped Chris's car,

trying to run him off Malibu Canyon.

Some drunk... he wasn't even that close.

Look, friends, nothing's going to happen to me.

Ready any time you are, C and D.

Yeah, right on. Let's get it on.

Repeat...

I don't need you around, Mr. Mannix.

Sorry.

It's your life.

You got it, baby.

He doesn't care.

I think Chris kind of thinks he's indestructible.

Nobody's luck guarantees him against a murder try.

If you know of any enemies...

MAN: Danny!

We're paying heavy for this hall.

All right, all right, all right. Hold it a second.

(DANNY SIGHS)

There's this weirdo... his name is Walcott.

He comes to the club every night.

Maybe you ought to check him out.

Mannix, I've been knowing these two kids

since they owned two pair of Levi

and a beat-up guitar between them,

so if there's anything I can do, you...

I'll howl.

Okay.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yes?

Is Miss Peterson in?

I'm Miss Peterson.

You live here?

I pay the rent, so I must.

Alone?

Tiresome, isn't it?

(MANNIX CHUCKLES)

Are you from the Census Bureau?

Uh, no. Uh, earlier today,

I talked to someone right here in your apartment.

She told me she was Jane Peterson.

I can show you my credentials.

Or, better yet, why don't I just phone the manager?

No, that won't be necessary, Miss Peterson.

Uh, my mistake.

Sorry.

Some case.

You have a famous man to protect who doesn't want protection

and a client who isn't the girl she's supposed to be.

That's just beautiful, Joe.

What do you do now?

Well, now, uh, you are going to check out

Chris Lockwood and Danny Shepard.

Friends, business deals, lovers and enemies.

While you do what?

Try and locate my anonymous client.

Uh, call Chip.

Tell him to tail Miss Peterson.

There's Walcott.

He's sitting at the table alone by the bar.

Man, that cat makes me sweat.

It's like he's drowning, going down for the third time.

(DANNY EXHALES)

He's got ice needles in his brain.

What makes you think he wants Chris dead?

He's got some freaky idea Chris killed his daughter.

He didn't, I take it. No way.

She was just another groupie, but really hung up on Chris.

She tagged along with us

from gig to gig on our last tour.

It really bugged Chris.

Every time he turned around, there she was.

Well, one night in San Francisco,

I told her to split.

That Chris couldn't stand seeing her around all the time.

She flipped.

She jumped out a hotel window.

Killed herself.

What makes Walcott think Chris figured in that?

It was Chris's room she jumped from.

Hmm.

Mr. Walcott, my name is Mannix.

I don't remember inviting you.

I'd like to talk to you about Chris Lockwood.

You a friend of his?

Something like that.

I, uh, hear you don't like him.

(WALCOTT CHUCKLES)

Whatever gave you that idea?

Chris Lockwood, the all-American kid?

He was almost electrocuted last night

right here in this club.

Why, that's terrible.

Almost, you say?

Better luck next time.

I understand you're here every night, Mr. Walcott,

which means you would know the layout.

That's no proof I tried to kill him.

Even if I did, Chris Lockwood's not going to prefer charges.

Why not?

I can wreck his career.

He as good as murdered my daughter.

My baby.

She meant more to me than anything.

Tell him I'm watching and waiting,

and one day, I'll see him buried.

(ACOUSTIC ROCK PLAYING)

Hey, relax.

Let's watch the show.

These boys are terrific.

♪ Help is on the way, help is on the way ♪

♪ Good God Almighty ♪

♪ I thank the Lord ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ Your precious love ♪

♪ Good God Almighty ♪

♪ Who's sitting there up beyond ♪

♪ Once above ♪

♪ You are driving me right ♪

♪ You are driving me right... ♪

♪ Up into space ♪

♪ We fly ♪

♪ In an air-conditioned sun... ♪

MANNIX: Am I supposed to understand this?

That's the scoop on David Walcott.

He's Mr. Clean.

He's been an electronics technician

for the past 18 years with the same company.

An electronics engineer could rig a microphone wire.

Maybe, Joe, but he doesn't even have a moving violation.

Yeah, but his daughter is dead.

Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Beautiful day, huh?

Birds are singing.

Which means he's dug up something.

Right, Chip? Oh, I don't know.

Oh, come on, stop with the cutesies. Give.

I got a line on your client.

A girl answering her description had coffee and conversation

with Jane Peterson... this morning.

Where?

Uh...

(CLEARS THROAT)

9:17 a.m.

Coffee shop... Riebold Building.

I followed the little lady back to her nest.

Her name is Susan McAndrew, and she works for Todd Corvin.

Todd Corvin.

TC Music Company?

And TC Records and TC Publishing and so forth.

Susan's in public relations.

And Jane Peterson is a real estate agent

with offices in the same building.

Anything on Todd Corvin?

Yeah.

They call him the Little Napoleon.

(GRUNTS, CHUCKLES)

Sometimes the Octopus.

Seems he has his tentacles

in every phase of the music business.

How about, uh, Chris Lockwood and Danny Shepard?

Yeah, he owned them until last month

when his contract ran out

and the boys refused to sign with him again.

MANNIX: I like it.

I'll take it, then, okay?

Good. I'll write it up. Thank you.

Well, you are quite some detective, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I work at it.

Now, why the charade, Miss McAndrew?

Well, I couldn't let Chris know that I was involved,

or he would have gone right through the roof.

Mmm.

Excuse me, please.

Jane Peterson is an old friend of mine.

She, uh, did me a favor.

She lent me her apartment and her name.

Mr. Mannix, is Chris all right?

He's alive and kicking... kicking a lot.

He doesn't want me around.

You're not listening to him, are you?

What's your real interest in Chris Lockwood?

I love him.

And he's in danger because of me.

How?

(SIGHS)

I was ambitious.

(CHUCKLES)

The music business, it's so competitive.

People are hard, like...

Todd Corvin?

Yes.

(SIGHS)

The way he lusts for power.

You know, but emotionally, he's a baby.

Why do you work for him?

Oh, I wanted to be someone.

I... I wanted to be a woman with a career.

(SUSAN CHUCKLES)

Now I don't even like what I am at all.

Oh, here. Thank you.

Corvin used me as bait to try to hook Danny and Chris

into re-signing with his company.

And Chris took the bait.

Yeah.

The only trouble is, I got hooked, too.

And then Chris found out that Corvin put me onto him.

That, I take it, broke up the romance.

Yeah.

Into little jagged pieces.

Tell me a little about Mr. Corvin.

Todd Corvin usually gets what he wants,

and it doesn't matter how he does it.

Would he, uh, go as far as murder?

Well, I told you he was a baby emotionally.

Children are always breaking their toys, aren't they?

Hmm.

MAN: All right, I tell you what.

Uh, I want that London group signed before the day is over,

or just don't bother coming back at all, okay?

Hear that, Smitty?

How'd you get in here?

Walked.

Who are you?

Name is Mannix.

I represent Chris Lockwood.

Oh. An agent, huh?

All right, go ahead and talk.

I understand you'd like to get (PHONE RINGING)

Chris and Danny's names on a new contract.

Yeah, all right, all right.

So he's not in the hotel... so he's in New York.

Just find him, right?

Mm-hmm. Try every bar in town.

Try every chick in his stable. (PHONE RINGING)

He's busy.

I don't like Chinese fire drills.

Now we talk.

Mean and tough, huh?

You'll find out as we go along.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, sure, I want a new contract.

I mean, that's no secret.

But I only want Danny's name on it.

I want his songs.

Why not Lockwood?

(LAUGHING): Come on.

He's just another guy with cute tonsils.

He's as replaceable as a light bulb.

But he's the one who gives me all the static.

Be nice if you could get rid of Chris Lockwood, wouldn't it?

Sure.

He's excess baggage.

And a big, fat pain in the neck, to boot.

And listen, Mannix, if he and Danny try

to make it on their own with a publishing company...

I'm going to smash their action like it was a popcorn stand.

Mmm.

You know, I'm getting the impression

you'd do anything to get rid of Chris Lockwood.

Yeah.

Like I said, a light bulb.

This is, uh, Little Lamb.

He's my director of protocol.

I guess the meeting's over.

Uh, would you show Mr. Mannix out?

Out.

Don't push it.

Now...

Easy, Little Lamb. Easy.

Just, uh, deposit him outside.

Next time, little boy...

Daddy's going to spank.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

CHRIS: The door is open.

You again.

Afraid so.

I thought I ought to warn you.

I've been doing some checking.

There seems to be more than one person

who would like to see you in the morgue.

Oh, yeah?

Name someone.

Todd Corvin.

(LAUGHS)

He's all wind.

Dave Walcott.

He says you killed his daughter.

Ah, Walcott's nuttier than a fruitcake.

What was his daughter doing in your room that night?

She was hiding.

She was stoned out of her gourd.

I didn't even know she was there.

Look, I got more sense than to rub bones with groupies.

I wasn't even in the hotel when she jumped.

Did you tell her father that?

I tried, but he wouldn't listen.

Wing Dobson has some clout with the media,

so he laid on a hush-hush job,

so her father figured the worst: a cover-up.

Listen, before you get out of my life,

I'd like to know one thing.

Who hired you?

Susan McAndrew.

Why?

I suppose she thinks she's doing me some big favor.

She told me she was worried about you because...

she loved you.

Tell her again, Mannix, straight from the source...

she's wasting her money.

(GUN FIRES)

Stay down!

(SPITS)

(IMITATES HORN HONKING LOUDLY)

Rover don't much like that disc.

A tough critic, Rover.

He eats up newcomers alive.

Why don't we try another new platter here

by Lockwood and Shepard?

(BARKING LIKE A DOG)

There, that's the ticket.

♪ Makes me think I'm losing my mind ♪

♪ Too often you're left behind ♪

♪ Some leave you cold, some leave you blind ♪

♪ Then a voice comes to me... ♪

Colder than the witches in there.

How's Chris? Have an olive.

No, thank you. So far, okay.

Well, hang in there, Mannix.

I intend to... with a little help.

Well, listen, you name it, baby.

Come on.

Danny Shepard's songs.

Uh, how much would you say they're worth?

Over the long haul? Mmm.

(LAUGHING): Oh, my.

Millions.

Rock is big business, and Danny Shepard is on the...

on the top of the talent heap.

Strictly big-league operation.

And really, I... I wish I had a piece of the action.

Oh, why don't you?

Strictly a matter of ethics.

A deejay has got to be clean, or else he'll...

he'll wind up on a witness stand somewhere.

What about, uh, Todd Corvin?

Oh, my...

Arrested development.

When he was little, he used to tear the wings out of flies.

Now he tears the... the guts out of people.

I suppose you heard someone took a potshot at Chris.

Danny told me.

Whoever did it was a pro.

Does Todd Corvin have Syndicate connections?

Connection...? Oh, my...

The Syndicate owns Todd Corvin

all the way down to the lifts in his shoes.

Chris and Danny know that?

Sure, they know it.

That's the main reason they didn't sign a new contract.

And now Toddy boy is in mucho trouble.

How is that?

Well, without Danny and Chris's contract,

maybe, uh, his toy empire is going to fall apart.

And when it comes crashing down,

guess who's going to be in the front row

of the cheering section waving pom-poms.

Little old Wing Dobson.

Let me tell you something.

The music business used to be fun.

Now it's... it's big money.

Danny and Chris aren't just a couple of nice kids.

They're million-record sellers on the hoof.

Concert gigs with a quarter-of-a-million gross.

It was more fun when we were all scratching.

Yeah.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

Factory whistle.

Got to go, Mannix.

Hey, uh, Wingy. Yo.

Thanks a lot.

Hi. Hi.

Pioneer Insurance Trust.

What about it?

The company wrote an insurance policy

for half a million dollars...

Chris Lockwood and Danny Shepard.

Beneficiary: Wing Dobson.

Oh, beautiful.

I spent half the night listening to him

do a father-figure number on me.

Only there's a gimmick.

Wing Dobson only collects if both of them die.

How nice.

Apparently, they set up something

a few years ago when he was kind of sponsoring them.

In case of a plane crash or something like that.

(PHONE RINGING) HmM.

Might cheer you up.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, he is, but...

Susan McAndrew.

She sounds very upset,

and she wants to see you right away.

Do you know where she lives?

Yeah. It was in Chip's report.

(GUN FIRES)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Mr. Mannix.

Okay, why'd you set me up?

What? Todd Corvin's idea?

What are you talking about?

Look, you called my office and told me to meet you here.

I did not call you.

Don't lie to me!

I'm not lying to you.

I didn't call you.

Honest.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry.

I guess I had you figured wrong.

Wh-What happened?

Somebody took a shot at me outside my office.

Who?

I didn't have time to notice.

Oh, no.

Maybe they're trying to get past you to Chris.

Here... you do it, please.

If Danny answers the phone, he won't let me talk to Chris.

Danny hates me.

I'll, uh... l'll do it in person.

No, I don't hate Susan.

I just didn't go for the way she used Chris.

Ah, that's ancient history.

Look, I appreciate the fact that you're worried,

but I'm not going to live like a hunted animal.

Well, you better get used to the idea.

Someone's trying to kill you.

And he's desperate enough to want to kill me, too.

Walcott?

I didn't get a look at the man who shot at me.

Hey, listen, why can't we call the police in?

I mean, after all, Walcott threatened Chris.

No, no, no.

That poor gonzo's half out of his mind.

Well, you can't have a man arrested

until he's done something.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

That'll be the delivery from the pharmacy.

I ordered some pills.

I guess it is getting to me a little.

I got it, Chris.

Mr. Chris Lockwood? I got it.

Orders are to deliver these personally.

It's a prescription.

I'm Chris Lockwood.

Okay, sir. Here you are.

Thanks. Thank you.

MANNIX: Is that the, uh,

delivery man the drugstore usually sends?

Never noticed.

Yeah, hold it. What's the matter?

It's the first time I've ever seen a delivery man

wearing a pair of $100 shoes.

Who wrote this prescription?

Danny's doctor.

Abe Galloway.

Private investigator?

Ah.

Are you here about the break-in, Mr. Mannix?

Uh, yes.

Yes, I'd like to know more about it, Doctor.

Uh, exactly when did it happen?

Oh, uh, over a month ago.

The building's night custodian had been knocked out,

and the burglar or burglars forced the lock on my office.

You, uh, reported it to the police, of course.

Oh, of course, of course.

Place was a mess.

Files scattered, cabinets opened.

Did they, uh, come up with anything?

Oh, some barbiturates were taken.

And frankly, I believe they assumed a drug addict

had, uh, burglarized the premises.

Now, drug addicts aren't usually interested in medical files.

Were any of them stolen?

Uh, case histories?

No.

Danny Shepard your patient?

Yes.

Could the burglar have gotten a look

at Danny Shepard's medical file?

It's possible.

His file had been tampered with.

But so, uh, were a dozen other records.

Dr. Galloway, what's wrong with Danny Shepard?

Oh, sorry, Mr. Mannix.

And I don't see what that has to do with anything.

Doctor, you wrote this prescription for Chris Lockwood?

Yes.

Danny asked me to.

It's perfectly harmless.

Well, I got a lab analysis.

It's cyanide.

One pill could kill a horse.

(SNIFFS)

I don't understand.

Doctor, it's not idle curiosity.

This is literally life or death.

You're making it very difficult for me, Mr. Mannix.

What's wrong with Danny?

Danny has chronic leukemia.

Of the monocytic variety.

Terminal?

I urged chemotherapy, but he refused.

So now his physical condition

is deteriorating at an alarming rate.

Danny is dying, Mr. Mannix.

That's funny.

Oh, funnier. (CHUCKLES)

SUSAN: Chris?

I, uh...

I have to talk to you.

See you inside.

I quit Todd Corvin.

Congratulations.

Any particular reason?

Todd, uh...

wanted me to make a play for you again.

(SUSAN CHUCKLES)

Funny, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

It's a tired joke.

Shh.

(LAUGHS)

You, uh... you want to hear something really funny?

He, uh, asked me, "Why not?"

And I said to him...

because I love you.

Love.

(SUSAN CHUCKLES)

That's a word you use in, uh, song lyrics.

Oh, I could have been really smart except I...

Except I...

I...

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I mean, nobody likes sentimental good-byes anymore, do they?

Sue.

Hey, why don't you stay for a while?

Listen to the set.

(CHRIS LAUGHS)

I always do better with a live audience.

(ACOUSTIC GUITAR STRUMMING)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

The man's due here in about five minutes.

Yeah, well, vamp for a couple minutes.

Uh, I'll be back in a flash.

PEGGY (OVER PHONE): Joe, Chip just called in.

Chris Lockwood and Danny Shepard

just canceled their recording session.

They said they had to get to the club early.

Any reason?

They got an urgent message.

From who? Saying what?

Nobody knows.

Wing Dobson's at the recording studio.

He was with them, and he didn't know.

Okay, uh... tell Chip to stay on it.

I'll be at the club.

I saw you with that girl.

A new one?

Like my daughter?

Mr. Walcott, I never even met your daughter.

You're lying.

You're lying. She was in your room.

That's right.

She bribed the hotel clerk

while Danny and I were giving a concert.

She was high.

And angry.

'Cause I wouldn't let her move in with me.

So she wrecked the room and...

then she killed herself.

No. It's all in the police report.

I'm sorry.

Maybe it was my fault.

Maybe, if I'd talked to her...

A lot of kids hang around the concerts.

Not because of Danny and me.

We're not even real to them.

There's something missing in their lives,

so they grab onto us.

(CRYING)

Your daughter was just one of them.

Just one of the kids.

I never even talked to her.

I know.

She wrote me that she hated you.

You wouldn't let her be with you.

I guess I had to blame somebody.

I couldn't stand thinking it was my fault.

Maybe it wasn't anybody's fault.

Can I do anything?

No.

No, just leave me alone.

Hey, come on, man.

I did two sets and an encore.

Sorry, man. I got hung up.

Yeah, I can dig it.

Everything cool? Yeah.

Hey, I... I know you're tired, we've been working hard,

but we close tonight.

Our last night.

For a while.

Hey, we need a nice, long rest.

Hey, what do you say Hawaii?

You know, all that sun and surf...

Lay off, Chris.

Hey, what's bugging you, Danny?

Remember five years ago tonight?

We played our first gig here.

Sure, I remember.

Geez, those years have gone by fast.

Good years.

They're my whole lifetime.

There won't be any Hawaii for me, Chris.

Hey, something is bugging you, Danny.

Real bummer.

I'm dying.

You got to be putting me on.

I'm not putting you on, Chris.

I'm checking out.

I'm dying of leukemia.

Just a clean-cut...

white-blooded all-American kid.

Hey.

Hey, you know I can't stay on key without a solid backup.

You'll manage.

You'll be alive.

Let's make music.

♪ Lovers won and lost too many times ♪

♪ Makes me think I'm losing my mind ♪

♪ Too often you're left behind ♪

♪ Some leave you cold, some leave you blind ♪

♪ Then a voice ♪

♪ Comes to me ♪

♪ Opening something to be ♪

♪ Everything's fine. ♪

Of course, everything's fine.

Come on, let's make some music.

You got it.

♪ Give me just a little more sunshine ♪

♪ I think it could be a bit brighter ♪

♪ It's so hard to see tomorrow ♪

♪ I think it was yesterday ♪

♪ No reason to turn off your sunshine ♪

♪ If I'm gonna be here tomorrow... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'll climb me the tallest mountain ♪

♪ And help you break a brand-new day ♪

♪ Shine down on the man who's not watching ♪

♪ Or listening to what's going down ♪

♪ He'll soon feel a warmth which might get his attention ♪

♪ He'll need more than me 'cause he's got no direction ♪

♪ He's got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Give me just a little more sunshine ♪

♪ I think it could be a bit brighter ♪

♪ It's so hard to see tomorrow ♪

♪ I think it was yesterday ♪

♪ No reason to turn off your sunshine ♪

♪ If I'm gonna be here tomorrow ♪

♪ I'll climb me the tallest mountain ♪

♪ And help you break a brand-new day ♪

♪ Shine down on the man who's not watching... ♪

Thanks.

Any time.

Wing.

You really blew your cool, Mannix.

The word is out there's a heavy contract out on Chris,

and I was keeping an eye on him... with that.

Just in case.

No kidding? Yeah.

Corvin?

How much gambling money does Wing owe the organization?

350, maybe 400 grand.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

Chris and Danny are my best friends.

Except Danny's dying.

(SIREN GROWING CLOSER)

If you got rid of Chris,

you'd pick up a half a million insurance bucks.

Two for the price of one.

I'm sorry, guys.

Nothing personal.

You win some, and you lose some.

Get me out of here.

You got a match?

Sorry, Danny.

It's a dirty business, huh?

Except for the talent... that's pure gold.

Come on.

Let's go, Little Lamb.

♪ Give me just a little more sunshine ♪

♪ I think it could be a bit brighter ♪

♪ It's so hard to see tomorrow ♪

♪ I think it was yesterday ♪

♪ No reason to turn off your sunshine ♪

♪ If I'm gonna be here tomorrow ♪

♪ I'll climb me the tallest mountain ♪

♪ And help you break a brand-new day ♪

♪ Shine down on the man who's not watching ♪

♪ Or listening to what's going down ♪

♪ You'll soon feel a warmth which might get his attention ♪

♪ You'll need more than me 'cause he's got no direction ♪

♪ He's really no different than I ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ He's just got no sun in his sky. ♪