Original subtitles

(applause)

Thank you very much.

I know what a lot of you are thinking out there tonight.

You think, "Billy Moss-- he does impressions."

But I'll bet you're expecting me tonight to come out here

and imitate the same old voices you've heard a million times.

I bet you're waiting to hear people like, uh--

(imitating) like Edward G. Robinson. Yaah.

(imitating) Or Lionel Barrymore!

(imitating) How about a little Art Carney there, Ralphie boy.

(laughs)

Hey there, Ralph, as the twig is bent, so grows the tree there. Ha ha!

(imitates Jackie Gleason) Will you shut up with that, Norton?

We're trying to do a bit?

(music and applause)

Thank you. Thank you very much.

(Man) And it's craps.

(people gasp)

Come marker.

Coming out.

Same shooter.

And it's craps.

(imitating) Then there's little George Burns, who I love to do.

I love to do George Burns

because I get a chance to do a couple of numbers.

♪ Voom, voom, voom, voom ♪

♪ Down in the garden where the red roses grow ♪

♪ Oh, my, I want to go, pluck me like a flower ♪

♪ Cuddle me an hour ♪

♪ Lovie, let me learn the Red Rose Rag ♪

Boom, it's over, you got a million selling.

If you want another number, I'll be in my dressing room.

(music and applause)

Another marker.

Come on, give me another marker!

Dice.

Same shooter coming out.

And it's craps.

Another marker.

Give it to me in round numbers.

(Man) All right, new shooter coming out.

All right, coming out.

Tomorrow all right?

Tomorrow, Mr. Brady.

And then there's Jack Lemmon.

(imitates) Ha ha ha ha ha!

I, uh...

I made a picture a couple of years ago

called The Days of Wine and Roses.

I, uh, uh, didn't win an Oscar for my performance in this picture,

but I, uh-- Ha ha ha ha!

I did win an honorary membership into Alcoholics Anonymous.

Yeah, an honorary membership.

That's where you don't have to attend the meetings.

You just, you know, send in the empties. Ha ha ha!

(music and applause)

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

We'll be back again at 11:30. We'll see you then, huh?

Thank you.

Hey, Vic, you missed my show. I was terrific.

Going to catch the next one?

Some other time, Billy.

I can't. Got to tear up an old mattress

to see if I can't find a quarter of a million dollars.

Some mattress.

My plane ready to go?

Yeah, filled her up myself.

Thanks, Chris. See you in L.A.

Hi.

He lost a fortune. Can he pay it?

He better.

November Seven Three Tango calling Los Angeles Radar Control.

November Seven Three Tango, I have you on the screen.

Proceed 10 miles west over coast,

returning for landing on Santa Monica runway zero-three.

November Seven Three Tango, start your turn.

You may shorten your pattern.

Contact Santa Monica Tower over breakwater.

(Man) November Seven Three Tango, please confirm my position.

November Seven Three Tango, go ahead.

November Seven Three Tango, I've lost you from the screen.

November Seven Three Tango?

Call the Coast Guard, we've lost one.

♪ (theme) ♪

Mannix s4e07 The Other Game In Town

Mrs. Brady? I'm Joe Mannix.

Oh, I'm so glad you could come.

I didn't mean to sound so mysterious over the phone, but I--

Exactly the word my secretary used.

Oh, Mr. Mannix, this is Chris Allison.

It was Chris who suggested that I call someone.

I thought she needed some help.

What sort of help?

I want you to find my husband, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I, uh, don't know that I'm really qualified for that kind of a search.

Mr. Mannix, my husband is not dead.

(Mannix) I know how you feel, Mrs. Brady, but--

No. No, it's true.

Victor is alive.

But you just came from his memorial services.

I had to go through with the services.

In fact, Victor insisted on it.

Oh, yes, Victor is very much alive.

I talked to him on the phone this morning.

I picked up the phone, and it was Victor.

And he said...

"Hi, Eve, baby. Nice day for a funeral."

Then he said, "I think somebody is trying to kill me."

Did he say what happened?

I asked him. He just laughed...

and said old Navy pilots never die, they just swim away.

Did he say why he didn't want you to call the police?

How did you know?

I'm here. The police aren't.

He said he was in a spot.

Which means exactly how much, in round figures?

Nearly a quarter of a million dollars.

I warned him about those dice tables.

Mrs. Brady, your husband's in "Who's Who" of the electronics business.

Couldn't he somehow have put together a quarter of a million dollars in a pinch?

There were too many pinches lately, too close together.

He lost two big contracts in three months.

He couldn't raise that kind of money.

Or any kind of money.

Mr. Allison, how well did you know Mr. Brady?

I flew with him years ago. The Navy.

Good pilot?

Victor could fly a barn door through a hurricane by its hinges.

What about his plane?

He kept it at my place in Las Vegas.

I serviced it from time to time.

As a matter of fact, I gassed it up and rubbed it down

a couple of hours before he took off.

Could anyone have gotten to it?

I suppose so.

Sometimes kids hang around.

I'm not talking about kid stuff.

Then you do think somebody tried to kill him?

He thinks so.

Alive?

The story I read said lost at sea, plane and all.

You can't believe everything you read in the papers.

He probably sensed something was wrong,

bailed out, and swam ashore.

Ten miles? Well, you couldn't, I couldn't.

But Victor Brady was trained to survive at sea.

Well, he should be celebrating, not hiding.

Except that he swam back to a gambling debt

in the neighborhood of a quarter of a million dollars.

Nice neighborhood.

If he could play dead, he could pay off.

Insurance policy? Probably.

How else can a dead man make a decent living.

Oh, listen, call the Navy. Check on a Chris Allison--pilot type.

Korean War vintage, huh?

Where will you be?

Uh, got to see a man about a plane.

Eddie Smith?

I'm busy. Can't you see?

Hand me that screwdriver, will you?

Yeah, sure.

No, the Phillips. Oh.

There you are. Boy.

My name is Joe Mannix. I'm a private investigator.

I don't need any.

Well, you've got quite a reputation around this field, Eddie.

They tell me that you can put these old jalopies together so they'll fly forever.

You're right so far.

Did you ever work on Brady's plane?

No.

Nobody ever touched Mr. Brady's plane but the boss himself.

That would be Chris Allison.

Yeah, the last I heard. Hmm.

Did he, uh--

Did he check Victor Brady's plane before it took off?

Yeah, I seen him.

What time? I don't know.

Three or four hours before Mr. Brady came, I guess.

Did anybody go near the plane after that?

Look, I ain't no watchdog. I'm just a mechanic.

Well, could someone else have gone near the plane during that time?

You got in, didn't you?

(motor whirring)

Did Brady carry a parachute?

No.

Was your boss here when Brady took off?

No, not likely.

What's more likely?

Well, if Jaycie was working, more likely he was in the Casino.

A girlfriend?

Well, he don't play cards, and he--

he don't go there to listen to the music.

Well, uh... keep her flying.

Jaycie? She's probably out shopping.

She's a compulsive shopper.

Smells out fire sales, and gets burned.

Did you know Victor Brady?

Sure, I met him.

First he was here, and then he was there...

and then he was nowhere. Heh heh.

It's not very funny, is it?

Well, I can't use that.

You saw him that night?

Yeah, just before he left.

How did he seem? Was he all right?

Oh, he acted cool, but he was running a fever,

and sweating. I know the signs.

Ha ha! Believe me, I know the signs.

He lost plenty.

I'd hate to have to carry it far in nickels.

I imagine the head man around here

would know how much he lost to the penny, wouldn't he?

Have you talked to Mr. Conforti?

No. But I'd like to.

Oh, well, I'll tell him you're coming.

(Conforti) All right, Mr. Mannix, what can I tell you about Victor Brady?

(Mannix) Just looking around here, I'd say you're a pretty good judge

of the value of things.

Why don't you say what's on your mind and save us both time?

For instance, you knew that Victor Brady

was more valuable dead than alive, maybe.

You know, whenever one of our more important patrons

meets with a fatal misfortune,

it's naturally assumed that we somehow manipulated his fate.

It's a very unfair stereotype, believe me.

Please, please. Spare me the violins.

Victor Brady was your loser of the month, wasn't he?

The best reason I know of to want him alive and well.

Unless you also knew he was broke.

I had no idea.

Oh, well, we both know that gambling debts are not collectable.

Aren't they?

Not even weight lifters use muscle anymore.

Well, Mrs. Brady will be very comforted to hear that.

You know, extortion on this scale could cost somebody about 20 years.

It would sure be a shame to waste this bodybuilding program.

Look, Mannix, I've got a lot of live ones out there to worry about.

So, if you came here to lean on me...

you did.

Oh, not lean. Learn.

School's out.

(barbell clangs)

Careful going home.

Mr. Mannix? Yes.

Billy Moss said you wanted to talk to me.

Ah, you're Jaycie.

He said you were asking about Mr. Brady.

Yeah, did you know him?

Just as a customer.

It was awful, how it happened, wasn't it?

How it happened?

I mean, for something to go wrong over the ocean like that.

Oh.

Chris Allison tells me that Brady was an excellent pilot.

Do you know Chris?

Yeah, I met him today.

Here? No, in L.A.

Where in L.A.?

He was with Mrs. Brady.

Oh. The merry widow.

You, uh, don't like her?

Do I have to?

Well, I understand they were very old friends.

She's probably very glad to have him around right now.

I'll bet she is.

Hmm.

Tell me, did Chris leave the club

at the same time Victor Brady did the other night?

Well, soon after. He had business in L.A.

He goes back and forth a lot?

Last couple of weeks.

He has more shirts there than here.

Well, you can keep in touch with the laundry.

I've got a feeling he should be back very soon.

Is, uh--Is she pretty?

Mrs. Brady?

Well, on a scale from one to ten, I'd say she's about, uh...

a niner.

Why?

Oh, nothing.

It's just, if you're a widow, I guess it's easier if you're pretty.

Rich and pretty.

Hmm.

Mannix?

I've got some medical advice for you. For your health.

Get on a plane, get back to L.A.,

and stay there.

I suppose this prescription came straight from Dr. Conforti.

No. Dr. Luger!

(tires screeching)

You're lucky. This time you only lost a souvenir.

You can tell Conforti I'll be back.

Meantime-- work on your manners, huh?

(tires screeching)

Chris Allison is a licensed instructor,

multi-engine piston aircraft.

Also runs a licensed aircraft service.

So, all tracks end at the river, huh?

Now, someone tries to kill Victor Brady and they must think they succeeded.

Only his wife and best friend know he's alive.

Victor Brady is trying to get his hands on enough money

to pay off a gambling debt.

The only thing-- if they decide to kill him

just to show some of their high-rollers what happens to welchers,

he's really in a box and doesn't know it.

If Victor Brady turns up with a bundle of money to pay off,

they'd have to kill him anyway.

Otherwise, he'd have an attempted murder rap to hold over them.

Which means Mr. Brady should stay hidden.

Which means I'd better find him

before some stoolie spots him and sells him out for the price of a fix.

Where are you going?

To see the merry widow.

The merry widow.

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Hello?

(Brady) Hi, Eve.

Victor, where are you?

Never mind that.

If I want to stay alive, I've got to stay out of sight.

Have you heard from the insurance company?

I need that money, Eve. These guys mean business.

Why are you stalling?

Do you want to see me dead? Is that it?

Why must you always be so dramatic?

Victor, please, where are you?

You've got to let me know.

Just listen, Eve.

You never were any good at listening.

I want you to get the money today.

And after I've paid off-

well I'll worry about how to square myself

with the insurance company then.

But I don't know if I can.

For Pete's sake, do something for me once in your life.

I need that money now.

And I'm not going to die twice for it.

(Eve) What about me? What will happen to me?

(Brady) You get me that money,

and you'll go right on living. That's something!

I'll call you at 8:00

and tell you where I want the money delivered.

And no police, no third parties for once, huh?

Let's keep my death in the family.

(Eve) You can't do this. You have responsibilities.

If not to me, at least to your business.

Is the insurance money enough?

250,000.

But he owes almost all of it.

Mrs. Brady, I'm not sure your husband's safe,

with or without the money.

Do you have it?

I picked up the check this afternoon, but I didn't cash it.

I was afraid.

Don't worry. I'll make the drop.

I'll follow him, find out where he's staying,

and try and talk him out of this whole thing.

The rest is up to you.

But the money--I don't have it.

Well, he doesn't know that.

I'll just fill a suitcase with yesterday's newspapers.

It's simple, inexpensive.

And maybe not quite that simple.

What do you mean?

How well do you and your husband get along?

Really, I think that's--

I mean, how glad will he be to see you when the time comes?

We get along as well as any married couple

who have nothing but money between them.

Why?

What you don't know can hurt you in my business.

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Now.

Hello?

(Brady) You got the money, baby?

I told you, don't play games with me, Eve.

I saw you coming from the bank.

Yes, I've got the money. Where?

Just listen. Go to the zoo.

10:00 tonight. Go to the side entrance.

Go to the Twin Peaks.

Set the money on the far north picnic table...

and leave. Got that?

Twin Peaks. All right.

(tiger growling)

(gunshots)

(elephant trumpets)

Brady!

Lieutenant, I told the police everything I know last night,

when your witch doctor was patching me up.

Let's take it again.

This time, really try and make me believe it, all right?

Hey, I'm the one who got shot.

Why don't you look for the guy who did it?

Look, I'm playing ball. I've got nothing to hide,

otherwise I wouldn't have come here with Mannix, would I?

I'm having an awful lot of trouble

understanding what you were doing in a zoo.

I love animals.

What, is that a crime?

Four hours after the zoo was closed?

I like night owls.

You're a regular barrel of monkeys, aren't you.

You've got no idea who might have taken a shot at you.

Maybe a big game hunter, huh?

(Peggy) Yes, may I help you?

Maybe.

I'm Mr. Conforti. I'm here to see Mr. Mannix.

(Peggy) If you'd just be patient, I--

Joe-- Mr. Conforti.

Have a nice flight?

You said it was a matter of life and death.

Six inches lower and to the right, it could have been.

See for yourself.

Lieutenant Malcolm, Mr. Conforti.

I understand this man works for you.

He did. What do you mean, did?

I fired him.

Oh, come off it, Conforti. You say "jump", he says "how high?"

We can settle this in a minute. Can I use your phone?

Yeah, sure. Right over there.

If you press the button on the right, we can all hear the conversation.

(Man) Mr Conforti's office.

Jake?

Right. Is that you, boss?

Jake, who did I fire yesterday?

Oh, you mean Pete Ricardo. What, did you forget?

No, I didn't forget.

Why did I fire him, Jake?

Trying to use muscle on Mr Mannix.

You were mad about that, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Thank you.

(hangs up phone)

Well, as I was saying,

if Pete here has got himself into some kind of trouble, I'm sorry.

But it's got nothing to do with me.

Good day, Mr. Mannix.

Lieutenant.

How about me?

You can go.

Oh, stick around town.

I may want to brighten my day by talking to you again.

Just find the guy who took a shot at me, that's all.

Joe, why don't you make me happy

and tell me what you know about this?

I know so little, Art, it would amaze you.

I'm working on a case.

Not that baloney about protecting your client's confidences.

In thick slices.

Peggy, if you ever decide to go straight, give me a call.

I get the feeling that this isn't exactly the winning locker room.

Did you find out anything?

Well, you were right about Chris Allison.

The police know more about him than the Navy does.

What have they got?

He left a job in Cleveland four years ago.

At the same time, $3,000 left.

No proof, no prosecution.

Before that, he was charged with disposing of an airplane he didn't own.

Made restitution.

His latest part-time work--

he was picked up for smuggling marijuana across the border.

Dismissed for lack of evidence.

Well, now, what do you know about that?

I know all about that, Mr. Mannix.

You mean, Chris Allison told you?

Victor told me.

He said that Chris always had a talent for getting into trouble.

Not of his own making.

Some people are like that, you know-- trouble-prone.

Mrs. Brady, I don't how much longer you can keep this from the police.

A man was shot last night.

Do you think someone was following Victor?

Could be.

He might have spotted me when I left the briefcase...

and beat your husband to it, then got shot for being first.

You mean Victor shot that man?

It's a definite possibility.

Then he'd really kill for the money.

It's been done for less, believe me.

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Don't quit now.

(ring)

Hello?

(Brady) There was no money in the briefcase, Eve.

If you’ve got any idea of keeping it for yourself,

it could be a very fatal mistake.

Victor, I--

What are you trying to do to me?

I'm going to give you one more chance.

No fooling around, baby.

Next time, the money had better be there.

They're trying to kill me, understand?

I'll call you tomorrow.

(hangs up)

I wonder how he knew that.

What?

There was no money in the briefcase.

If he shot Pete Ricardo...

he didn't get near the briefcase.

Thanks for calling, Art.

Yeah,, I thought you'd want to see this, Joe.

That's an airplane?

Bits and pieces, that's all.

It's all that's left of Brady's plane.

Mm-hmm. Left and right of it, to be exact.

We have here on our metallograph sections of those pieces.

This is part of the right starboard section of the fuselage,

just aft of the luggage compartment.

It turned up about a mile off State Beach.

Was it found floating?

Caught on a large torn portion of cushion, strangely enough.

Hmm. Yet, not so strangely, when I think of it.

And not so far away,

a somewhat larger section of the fuselage.

The left side.

Can you tell by this if the plane was badly burned?

The only burning that occurred in this aircraft

was of that extremely rapid variety that we often refer to as an explosion.

The plane was blown up

by the detonation of a rather heavy charge of explosives,

commonly known as a bomb.

Joe, I bought those dolls for my niece's birthday.

It's my therapy hour.

Now, here we have the merry widow,

Chris Allison, and me.

Now, we three know that there is no money in the briefcase.

Briefcase.

Way over here in Las Vegas is Mr. Conforti

and his living doll, Pete Ricardo.

Oh, and this is the zoo.

If you say so.

Now, Victor Brady is supposed to be waiting at the zoo for the money.

I take the briefcase and go to the zoo,

and leave the briefcase.

Mr. Pete Ricardo, who loves animals,

goes to the zoo at night, opens the briefcase,

and Victor Brady shoots him and runs.

Now, that makes four of us that know

that there was no money in the briefcase,

but the fourth one is not Victor Brady.

And if this is Victor Brady,

he couldn't possibly have seen that there was no money in the briefcase.

Every time I put the pieces together, it's the wrong puzzle.

Maybe there are two puzzles.

Oh, come on, Peggy--

Wait a minute.

That's got to be it--two puzzles.

The question is, where is the missing piece that puts them together?

There's the little doll.

I'm going to have to have a talk with you.

Who's that?

There's one in every kit, Peggy--

the woman scorned.

Frankly, I don't care if he winds up

at the bottom of the ocean with Victor Brady.

Chris didn't show up last night.

Or the night before.

All his big talk about big money.

Said we'd have enough to get out of this place.

You two, uh, had plans?

Well, that shows you how wrong you can be.

Something happen recently?

Like strangers.

And as far as I'm concerned, the stranger the better.

Chris had a big iron in the fire, huh?

Oh, he's talked like this before,

but this time he sounded like he almost had his hands on it.

Like a quarter of a million dollars?

(laughs) Well, even he wouldn't make up one that big.

How much, then?

50,000.

Any idea where it was coming from?

The moon--who knows?

Listen, I've bailed him out of jail,

I've loaned him money.

But this time I'm through.

I know where he's been.

"Rich and pretty" is what you said, and that's all it would take.

Thanks, Jaycie--

for helping put together puzzle number one.

(buzzer)

The bar.

Somebody asking for Joe Mannix.

Oh, down there.

But, uh, hold it up for a few moments.

If you see Chris, tell him not to bother coming back.

Mr. Mannix? Telephone.

You can take it at the other end of the bar.

Yeah, thanks.

Hello?

Mr. Mannix? Eve Brady.

Mrs. Brady, anything wrong?

I want you off this case, Mr. Mannix.

Did you hear me?

(Mannix) I'm listening.

I've talked to Victor, and we've decided it's the best way.

Send me your bill.

And keep out of this whole thing... please.

(hangs up)

Are you sure you don't want me to deliver the money for you?

(Eve) As I told you on the phone, Mr. Mannix, I won't be needing you.

Not needed, not wanted? I feel very bad about that.

I appreciate what you've tried to do.

I've been fired before,

but usually because I found out more than I was hired to.

I have just decided to let Victor have the money.

Oh. "Here's your quarter of a million dollars, Victor.

"See you around." Is that the way it's supposed to be?

He needs it to save his life.

About which you couldn't care less.

How crass men become when their ego is crushed.

Besides, you could have gotten him killed.

A briefcase full of old newspapers-- that was your idea.

How do you know you'll ever see him again

once you've given him the money?

Very frankly, I hope I never do.

What happens to you?

I've been a widow for almost a week now.

I rather like it.

Besides, who's to know?

I know, for one.

You must tell someone about it sometime.

Sounds like a fantastic story.

What about Allison? Chris?

Oh, yeah, you remember Chris.

He's going to be disappointed, isn't he?

About $50,000 worth.

I know it's your job to be mysterious, Mr. Mannix,

but as I said before-- your job is over.

You're working on your own time now.

Oh, well I couldn't afford that, not in my bracket.

I'll send you a bill.

Nice going, honey.

He's dangerous. Forget it.

Victor wants us to bring him the money, so we'll bring him the money.

What will you say to him?

I'll tell him you were too frightened to come.

He'll buy that.

I suppose you'll have to have the money.

He'll be suspicious a second time.

Well, I'll even let him count it, if he wants to.

That way he'll be busy while I get the job done.

You said you'd get the job done before.

You said the plane would blow up, and that would be it. It wasn't.

You said you'd kill him at the zoo. You didn't.

Can I trust you this time?

You got a choice?

If you don't come back, I've got no choice.

And you won't like it one bit.

To mutual trust.

Uh, Victor?

Victor!

Victor, are you here?

(Brady) Who is it?

You kidding, Vic?

It's me--Chris.

(Brady) Stay where you are, Chris.

Right there.

Where's Eve?

She was supposed to bring the money.

(Chris) Uh, well, she was afraid to come, Vic.

You can't blame her for being afraid.

(Brady) Have you got the money?

Yeah, right here.

I counted it myself.

No kidding.

(Brady) What's your cut, Chris?

You serious, Vic?

Look, uh, do you want me to open it?

(Brady) I don't think that'll be necessary, Chris.

You're going to lose out either way.

(gunshot)

My people lost Allison at an intersection.

Traffic's bad all over.

One thing, though-- your hunch paid off.

We staked out the widow's house.

I figured Allison would show up. It was payday.

You know, I've only got your say-so, Joe.

Do you really believe that she hired Allison

to blow up her husband's plane?

Yeah, and when she thought that didn't work,

she wouldn't pay off until he completed the job.

She needed you, huh?

As a bird dog to find her husband and give Allison another crack at him.

Well, I'll pick her up.

What if she doesn't talk.

I mean, I can't book her for being poor, you know.

With Allison dead, a quarter of a million dollars still missing?

And don't forget, she thinks her husband may be gunning for her now.

You've got guilt and fear on your side, Art.

Put her through a wringer. She'll come apart like a $2 shirt.

You're not an altogether nice person, Joe.

What about the money?

I think I'll ask Victor Brady for it.

(imitating Dean Martin) ♪ Oh, please release me ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ Ohh, I ♪

♪ Don't love you ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

Ohh, yeah!

Keep them cards and letters coming, folks.

Yeah, I gotta-- I gotta give up drinking,

or get my knees half-soled-- one or the other there.

♪ Fairy tales can come true ♪

♪ It can happen to you ♪

♪ If you're Tiny Tim ♪

Thank you.

(laughter)

Thank you very much

Now, folks, it's request time.

This is the time you yell out your favorites.

So, anybody you want to hear, just name them out.

Do W.C. Fields!

(imitating) Suffering Sciatica!

Women are like elephants to me--

I like to look at them, but I wouldn't want to own one.

(applause, rim shots)

Any other requests?

(Man) Yeah, do Liberace.

(Woman) Carol Channing! No, Liberace!

(imitating Liberace) Uh, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

You know, a lot of people ask me

why it is that I smile so much, you know?

Well, it isn't that I'm particularly happy.

It's just that I wear chinchilla shorts, and they tickle.

(laughter)

(Man) Ed Sullivan!

Do Ed Sullivan!

(imitating) How--How much time have we got left here on the show, hmm?

Have we got time to bring on the stuffed turkey?

How about the crippled ducks or the dead bear?

Or the humped camel or any of that other junk?

Did you all enjoy our show tonight?

Thank you so, so much.

(applause)

(laughter)

Any other requests?

(Mannix) Do Victor Brady!

(imitating) Hi, Eve, baby--

Hey, is this some kind of joke?

No, go on. Do Victor Brady, Billy. You can do it.

Come on, you can do it. Let's hear you do Victor Brady.

(crowd murmuring)

Hey, come on. A joke's a joke.

It's no joke, Billy.

Go on. Do Victor Brady.

I can't, man.

Sure you can.

He was a big spender here. You knew him well.

Every inflection, right, Billy?

Go on, do Victor Brady.

Mannix, you don't understand.

It wasn't my idea.

Do him, Billy.

Let's hear how good you are. Let's hear you do Victor Brady.

Believe me, it'll go easier on you.

Do it, Billy!

(imitating Brady) Hi, Eve, baby.

Nice day for a funeral.

For Pete's sake, Eve, do something for me once in your life.

I need the money now.

And I'm not going to die twice--

(crowd gasping)

Take it easy, Billy. There's a doctor on his way.

If he doesn't get here soon,

give his seat to somebody else.

How'd you know, Mannix?

You were just too good, Billy.

When I found out Victor Brady had to be dead,

I knew you were the only one good enough

that could bring him back to life again.

A reputation like that can...

kill you.

Conforti made me.

He wanted the money any way he could get it.

That's why he shot Chris Allison.

I owed him a bundle.

It's the only other game in town.

Said he would wipe the slate clean,

give me a lifetime contract.

Give me a lifetime contract.

That's a laugh.

I think I'll use it.

Take it easy.

Tell me for sure, Mannix--

I..

I was pretty good, wasn't I?

You were never better, Billy.