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Jennifer, have the contracts
on the Transpact deal typed

and on my desk in the morning.

Yes, sir.

- Mr. Mannix.
- That's right.

Good of you to come.

This is Jennifer Holt,
my secretary. Mr. Mannix.

- Hello. How do you do?
- How do you do?

You certainly don't look like

what I thought a private
eye would look like.

Well, if that's meant as
a compliment, thank you.

You're welcome.

You said it was
important, Mr. Langer.

You've come highly recommended.

Are you as good as
my sources say you are?

Now you don't really expect
an unprejudiced opinion?

I just want to be sure
I'm hiring the right man.

You already decided
that, or I wouldn't be here.

You're not handicapped
with false modesty.

No. Are you?

Modest people aren't
worth $5 million at age 35.

You're worth more
than $5 million.

I'm more than 35.

Jennifer.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you at the
office in the morning.

Yes, sir. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

What did you have
in mind, Mr. Langer?

I want a political
figure investigated.

Why?

For reasons of my own.

I want you to dig up

every rotten thing you
can find out about him,

anything that could
be used as a smear.

Sorry, Mr. Langer. I
don't do that sort of thing.

And somehow, I didn't
figure it to be your style.

You're right. It isn't.

But I'm making an
exception in this case.

I hope you will, too.

It depends on the reason.

I want you to dig deep,

deep enough to
destroy him if you can.

Who is this man?

Me.

This isn't common knowledge,

but a group of my
politically influential friends

have formed a
citizen's committee

to back me for
candidate for governor.

And?

Politics is a dirty business.

I want to know what
they could use against me.

Well, you should know

what they might be
able to use against you.

Up to a point,

but anyone determined
to create a scandal

can blow up any
insignificant incident.

I want you to
start from scratch,

see what you can
build up against me.

A good detective can usually
find dirt wherever he digs.

Perhaps so, but I
want to know what it is

and how bad it will be.

And if I find something?

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

are more important to
me than any political office.

If she can be hurt by
something that smears me,

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

I don't understand, Mr. Mannix.

What do you mean, you're
investigating my husband?

I'm doing a magazine profile
for "Business Progress."

Uh, most people know
what your husband has done,

but, uh, not what he is.

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

uh, for human interest,

which usually means, uh,

human frailties as
well, Mrs. Langer.

Uh, we all have them.

Weaknesses that, uh,
the reader can identify with.

When Adam and I
were first married,

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

So I've long since
given up the search.

But good luck to you.

You, uh, come from

a socially prominent
family, Mrs. Langer.

How about adjustments to...

If you plan on doing

a "she had to teach him
which fork to use" story,

let me tell you that my
husband does a thorough job

of everything he tackles.

He could give any
Washington hostess

a lesson in protocol.

Do I sound like a woman

very much in love
with her husband?

It's a nice sound, Mrs. Langer.

Thank you.

Ah, hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Here's your mail.

Oh, by the way,

did you, um, hire
Albie to do legwork

or to share your office?

Why?

Well, you go inside.
You'll see why.

Hi, Joe.

Albie.

I figured it was easier
to come here than phone.

Anyway, my office is crummy.

Well, make yourself
right at home, Albie.

Thanks.

I was sure glad you called, Joe.

Business hasn't been
good. Know what I mean?

I think it's because I've been
using old-fashioned methods,

so I got some new stuff.

Look.

Electronic.

With this, you can
follow a guy for miles.

What did you find
out about our client?

Joe, this is an important guy.

I mean, big. Buddy, you're
really moving up there.

What have you got, Albie?

It wasn't easy.

I mean, an important
guy like this,

you start asking questions,
people say "how come"?

You've gotta be careful.

And you told me
not to make waves.

Also, you didn't give me
much time to get so much stuff.

Albie, what have you got?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, let's see.

He was born at
3-8-4 Kenyon Street.

That's on the south
side, rats on the walls.

Well, that oughta be pretty
good for his campaign...

A man who's known poverty.

A little log cabin
never hurt anyone.

Parents both dead.
Kid worked his tail off.

Got a scholarship to college,
and he was off to the races...

Straight A's,
joined a fraternity,

class president.

Won the college
billiards championship

four years running.

Graduated with honors,
degree in engineering.

Sounds like a pretty
nasty character so far.

Mm.

Hey, go on, Albie.

Married Martha
Given ten years ago.

Landed him on the society pages.

His company's built some
big government buildings,

and, like, a whole
city over in Arizona.

That's about it.

Hmm.

Anything on, uh,
personal problems,

uh, drinking,
psychiatric, uh, marital?

What? Oh, you mean girls?

No.

He seems to be a
pretty together guy.

All right, you better
keep digging, Albie.

There's something
that he's worried about.

Maybe when he was a boy...

Had a newspaper route,
worked after school.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe that's what?

Where to start.

Back when he was a kid?

Yeah, well, you said Langer won

the collegiate, uh, billiard
championship four years running.

Now he must have
been pretty good

before he entered college.

Oh, Joe, every
kid from the slums

knows how to shoot pool.

Yeah, that's true, but still,

when you hang around pool
halls, there's always the possibility

of meeting somebody
who plays more than pool.

How much a rack?

50 cents an hour.

All right.

Been here long?

Eight years too long.

This place has been
here a lot longer than that.

In fact, it looks like it
might have been around

about as long as they have.

Oh, they come with me.

One's my wife's uncle.

The other one's
my brother-in-law.

Now you take Taylor over there.

He was born in this place.

He'll probably die here,

and we'll bury him right
here in the side pocket.

Care to make a little
game? Straight pool.

Okay.

Go for a buck?

Why not?

You can break.

They, uh,

tell me, uh, you've been
around here a long time.

I know a guy, grew up
in this neighborhood...

Uh, Adam Langer.

Ever run into him?

Who?

Adam Langer.

Never heard of him.

Sloppy. I'm way off my game.

Yeah.

11-ball, straight in.

Hey, that's pretty good.

8-ball.

12-ball.

6-ball.

14-ball.

Make it from here.

Why?

Because I say so.

Couldn't you make
it any tougher?

Yeah, but it wouldn't
have been fair.

I didn't say you
should shoot that one.

I'll take it.

No way.

$10, right from there.

All I got is $3...

and... and $5 is $8.

You cleaned me. You're a pro.

What do you want to hustle
me for a stinkin' 8 bucks for?

Oh, that... That's
lousy in my book.

I wouldn't hustle
another hustler.

That way, no one makes a living.

You want a chance to
get your money back?

No. I'm tapped out.

And even if I wasn't,
the answer would be no.

I got a feeling your
luck's gonna change.

Starting even, your shot...

for all the money.

For all the money?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, uh...

Adam Langer used
to hang out in here.

You had to know him.

The first house from the corner.

They tore it down.
It's a market now.

What kind of a kid was
he? Uh, shoot a good pool?

Weak on 9-ball,

used to hustle a little.

Overall, he wasn't bad.

Okay?

Have you seen him since?

That's all the money
that's going down.

Now you want it or not?

I don't know nothing
more about him, honest.

He was a punk kid.

He used to shoot pool

and run numbers for
me once in a while,

and that's all I know.

You just won the bet.

Mannix is still
there, Mr. Sobol.

Now he's using the phone.

Yeah, fine.

Put Albie on.

Albie, Joe's on the line.

Yeah, Joe.

The name of his fraternity?

Yeah, I think it's
on here somewhere.

Thanks, Albie.

♪♪

♪♪

Which one of our boys
are you writing about?

Do you remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Class of 1953.

Oh, of course.

I couldn't place
the name at first.

You see, I didn't
come here until 1954.

But if you want to know about
any of the boys since then...

Would there be anybody
around who was here in 1953?

1953?

That would've been Mrs. Nesbit.
She passed away some time ago.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, maybe some records?

Maybe the annual will help?

There'll be pictures of
all the boys, comments.

Here we are.

Adam Langer.
I've read about him.

He's done very well, hasn't he?

But then, most of our boys have.

Mrs. Oliver, uh,

did you know a girl
named Ada Lee Rennick?

I was Ada Lee Rennick.

It's Mrs. Hayes now.

Mrs. Hayes, uh, do you
remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Of course I remember him.

Well, I'm doing a
magazine article about him.

May I come in?

Of course. Um,
come in, Mister...

Mannix.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

How well did you
know Adam Langer?

Fairly well.

My husband's a little jealous.

Yeah, I can understand.

Please sit down.

Thank you. Uh...

how did you first meet Adam?

Oh, well, every pretty girl
on campus knew Adam.

He saw to that.

We were engaged.

You beat the competition?

Oh... aren't you nice?

Would you like a chocolate?

Uh, no, thank you.

Hey, Hon, have you...

What's going on here?

He's a magazine writer, Eddie.

I'm doing research on someone
Mrs. Hayes went to school with.

Like who?

Adam Langer.

Well, she's got
nothing to tell you.

Get rid of him. I'm hungry.

All right, Eddie. I'm sorry.

That's quite all right.

Oh, Mrs. Hayes, uh, how did you
and Adam become unengaged?

Well, it... it just ended.

You know, college romances.

But you remained friends?

I've never forgotten Adam.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't think I ever will.

Well, could you tell
me what Adam was like,

who his friends were?

It's very important.

Is he gone?

Yes, Hon.

How about lunch?

Coming right up. Just a minute.

I'll tell you how Adam
and I really broke up.

He, uh...

he lost his head over some
sweet young thing from Chicago.

Friends introduced
them at a dance one night,

and, uh...

well,

the next thing I knew,
he called to tell me

that, uh, he was
going off to see her,

and... he hoped there
wouldn't be any hard feelings.

Mm.

Do you, uh, remember her name?

Oh, yes.

It's not likely I'd
forget that name.

Barbara Pearson.

Funny. He, uh, he
never married her.

Well...

I guess that's the
way things go, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you said he was gone?

Eddie, we were just talking.

Get back inside.

Now look, we were just... oh!

Oh!

I told you before...

Don't press your luck.

Just stay away from my wife.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Uh... thanks for your help.

♪♪

The heck with it.

It's too late to
learn this game.

Oh.

It takes a lot of practice,
and you don't have the time.

He'll have a lot less if
he runs for governor.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Langer.

Nice to see you, Mr. Mannix.

You've hurt yourself.

Afraid I can't take the credit.

Would you believe a,
uh, jealous husband?

I think I would.

I've got some antiseptic
over in the first-aid case.

Thank you.

You got a lead on something?

I spent some time with an
old acquaintance of yours

at a place on 4th and Emmett.

He told me, you
used to hustle pool.

Yeah.

I made my spending money
in high school that way.

That won't hurt my Abe
Lincoln image, will it?

Oh, I don't remember
hearing that Abe Lincoln

used to run numbers.

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

You hand a few slips of
paper to a guy on a corner,

and that way, you
can afford lunch.

If that information got
you that cut on your lip,

you were cheated.

Well, the fellow who gave
it to me was cheated worse.

He's dead.

How?

Hit-and-run, according
to the witnesses.

Hit-and-run?

And you think your questioning
had something to do with that?

It's hard to say.

Could've been an accident

or it could have been
murder for another reason.

The police said he
had a long list of arrests.

He never stopped hustling.

You move far enough away,

you forget what it's
like to live in the streets.

I talked to another friend
of yours... Ada Lee Hayes.

Ada Lee Hayes.

Now that takes me back.

Beautiful girl.

I understand, you always
had pretty girls around...

including Barbara Pearson.

You really dig, don't you?

Well, that's what
you're paying me for.

You were head over heels
in love. What happened?

Summer romance, long time ago.

They can't make a
sex scandal out of that.

Adam...

someone's taken
the first-aid kit.

I'll have to go into the house.

Uh, don't bother, Mrs.
Langer. I heal quickly.

Will you stay for dinner?

No, thank you. I have a
date with your secretary.

Oh.

I hope you don't mind.

No, I don't mind at all.

Jennifer's a charming
girl. You'll like her.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure I will. Good day.

Owney. What are you doing here?

Where's your wife?

She ran down to the market.

When she's coming back?

Oh, 10, 15 minutes.

You're going to the ball game.

What ball game?

What do you care?

You already
missed the first half.

Look, uh, Owney, I don't
know what this is all about,

but believe me...

Oh, look, you don't have
to know what it's about.

I don't have to
know what it's about.

I got my orders.

Mm?

There's only one ticket.

That's right.

Just make sure you're seen.

So, uh...

I go to the ball game alone.

Uh...

what do you do?

Standing here talking,

you're gonna miss
the second half.

Look...

I-I don't know who's heard what,

but I'm telling you, Owney,

there's nothing wrong.

Okay.

A-Ada Lee doesn't know anything
a-about me, about anything.

She doesn't...

She may not know.

But she talks.

What?

That guy who was here.

That magazine guy.

He asked questions...

and he got answers.

She... she won't
open her mouth again.

Leave it to me!

Believe me!

What are you yelling at me for?

I'm only doing my job.

It's a mistake! Owney!

Owney...

I love her.

Well, you...

You could say...

we were gone when you got here.

Give me... give
me a break, Owney.

You're... you're
not gonna do it.

C-could it hurt anybody
if we weren't here?!

Come on, Hayes.

You know how I work.

She won't know a thing.

Go on.

No. No! Owney, no!

You want to fight me?

You got maybe an outside chance.

What are you gonna do,
fight the whole syndicate?

Go on.

Come on.

♪♪

♪♪

The beat's great, but
the melody's nowhere.

Peggy, don't sneak up like that.

What are you doing?

Tracking the boss.

That's him, all transistorized.

What?

He has a date with
Langer's secretary.

He's just turning
into 7th Street now.

Right there.

Range... 5 1/4 miles.

You mean, you
put a bug in his car?

Uh-huh.

Does he know?

Mnh-mnh.

I've got the other receiver

on the roof of the
Thompson building.

I can get a precise
fix by triangulation.

Triangulation is where you
get a bearing from two points...

I know what triangulation is,

but Joe's not gonna
like this, not one little bit.

Well, here we are.

That's just what I was thinking.

Would you like to
come up for a drink?

I'll buy that.

Okay.

What's the matter?

Hmm?

What's the matter?

Oh, uh...

it's just a loose wire.

Oh, darn, darn, darn.

What's wrong?

Some bug. It works
for half a night.

Well, you get what you pay for.

Oh, thank you.

You can put it anywhere.

The sofa's fine.

Would you like some brandy?

Yes, uh, I think
that'd be just right.

Okay.

It must be fun, working
for Adam Langer.

Oh, it is. It's a lot of fun.

I get to travel,

and I've met a lot of
really interesting people.

And now that he has a chance
of becoming our next governor,

I...

can't ask for more.

That sounds like he's got at
least, uh, one vote for sure.

Oh, he's going to have
a lot more than that.

They tell me that
every secretary

is just a little bit in
love with her boss.

Do they?

Is it true?

Well, I worship Mr. Langer.

Worship is different from love.

Yes, it is.

Is your brandy all right?

Fine.

You said one drink,

and I'm just, uh, nursing it.

I hope you don't put
everything in your report.

I'm very selective.

So am I.

Joe, I meant what
I said about a drink.

Mm-hmm.

Good night, Jennifer.

It was a lovely
evening. Thank you.

When you get, uh,
bigger brandy glasses...

call me.

Okay.

Mannix is becoming a problem.

Yeah, I know.

His being able to link you
with Ada Lee worries me.

And now I'm afraid he's
liable to involve my wife.

I'll fire him in the morning.

Not good enough.

A man loses his job, he
starts thinking about it.

I don't like violence.

Can't be helped.

♪♪

Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Hi, Joe. How's it going?

Albie, now what about
that bug in my car?

Oh, I was only trying
to help, just in case.

Well, thanks anyway.

Now I want you to take
this lighter downtown

to Lieutenant Malcolm.

I want a fingerprint
check on it right away.

Okay, Joe. Anything you say.

Yeah.

Joe, the files
are all up to date.

Can I go home now?

Yeah, go on.

Uh, it's time your son
finds out what you look like.

Whose fingerprints are those?

They belong to Adam
Langer's secretary.

I want to make
sure that's all she is.

I got a funny feeling that
there's something going on

that I'm not supposed
to find out about.

I'll see you in the morning.

Joe...

there's somebody outside.

Just go back around
to the front of your desk

and act like you've
forgotten something.

All right. Who sent you?

You got it wrong.

Nobody sends me any...

Anywhere.

And you weren't following me?

What for?

Owen Thompson.

How many other names you got?

That's it.

Who you working for?

I told you, I'm a loner.

Does the name Adam
Langer mean anything to you?

Who?

Okay.

Beat it.

What about my gun?

Tell your boss you got mugged.

♪♪

♪♪

I had an important appointment
this morning, Mr. Mannix,

and I canceled it

because you said it was urgent
that you get background material

about my first
meeting with Adam.

I'm delighted to help in
any way that I can, but...

you seem suddenly
rather too persistent.

I'm sorry.

But then, this might be
more important to you

than it is to me.

Did you ever hear of a man
called Owen Thompson?

No.

Mrs. Langer,

did you know that your husband
had a reputation on campus

of being the local Don Juan?

Is that the level of the article
you're writing, Mr. Mannix?

Mm.

Let's talk about his secretary.

Miss Holt? What about her?

She's a very lovely girl.

And a very efficient secretary.

Then you've never wondered

why he couldn't be
reached at his office

or why he left on those sudden
out-of-town business trips?

Are you trying to upset me

so that I'll say
something you can print?

I'm asking questions to
get answers, Mrs. Langer,

maybe to help you find some.

Now you'd better tell
me everything you know

so I can help

instead of just letting it
become public knowledge.

What have you found out?

For one thing,

that you are worried.

Mr. Mannix...

Adam's career is more important

than anything I want.

How long have you known?

I-I-I don't know.

I mean, uh, I-I'm
not sure. Uh...

I've made myself believe that
when he's away, it is business.

Please...

please don't print that.

Mrs. Langer...

you have my word.

I know that my husband
is a complete man...

and the physical life is
very important to him.

I...

I've tried not to be
an inadequate wife.

I guess I always
expected to fail.

Please understand, uh,

I have no proof that...

There are so many
things I don't understand.

I was brought up
in a sterile world,

a world where
everything was given.

And it's different for
people that have to fight.

Their needs are
different, and...

If he's had to turn elsewhere,

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

I'll try and win him back.

You really think that
gorilla was here last night

to kill you, Joe?

Ah, the only thing
I'm sure about is that

Adam Langer, the
people's choice,

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

Joe, I thought you
were working for Langer.

You're supposed
to be on his side.

Yeah, and I thought
he was on mine.

Now I'm not so sure.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he is. Just a second.

Art Malcolm.

Yeah, Art.

Joe, you went to see
Ada Lee Hayes yesterday.

That's right.

What are you working on?

Sorry, Art. That's
privileged information.

It's not privileged anymore.

We just dragged
her out of the river.

How'd it happen?

It looks like suicide.

Her husband said
she was depressed.

She wasn't depressed yesterday.

Uh, by the way, Art, how are
you coming with those prints?

I'd like an identification
as soon as possible.

Hold on.

Charlie, do you have anything
on those prints from last night?

I'll have it for you

in a half-hour, Lieutenant.

Thanks.

We should have a
report in about a half-hour.

Now once more, Joe,
what are you working on?

I'm not sure yet,

uh, but that report
might be the answer.

Thanks, Charlie.

Is that your answer?

Yeah, part of it.

Coming.

Be right there.

Oh, Joe.

I didn't expect you
back quite so soon.

May I come in?

Well, I just got
home from the office,

and I thought I'd take a shower.

This will only take a minute.

Okay. Come in.

Would you like
something to drink?

No, thank you.

Just a few explanations.

For one, I'd like to know about
the death of Ada Lee Hayes,

and for two, I'd like to know
who set me up for a killing.

Was it your boss?

I'd like to know what
you're talking about.

About syndicate killings,

the kind that sometimes
happen in Chicago.

You know, if this is a
joke, it's really in bad taste.

Oh, you remember Chicago.

I've never been there.

You were Barbara Pearson then,

according to your
driver's license.

Well, there's certainly no law

against just changing your name.

But there is one against murder.

Now if I had found out
the connection yesterday,

I might have been able
to help Ada Lee Hayes.

What connection?

The one between
you and Adam Langer.

The syndicate got to
you early, too, didn't they?

Just as they did
to Langer himself.

Just a poor kid off the streets,

a smart kid that they
figured they could bring along.

They took care of
his money problems,

and they also
promised him the world.

And he figured he
could play with fire

and put it out
whenever it got too hot.

But he learned
differently, didn't he?

The two of you were
very much in love,

but they decided you weren't
important enough to be his wife.

They were grooming
him for something bigger,

something that needed
a social background.

Having one of their
own men as governor...

Ah, the possibilities
were endless.

And, uh, he
convinced 'em that...

they should let you stay on, uh,

in the background.

Would you get out of here?

Jennifer...

suppose word got out that
my information came from you?

The boys wouldn't like that.

The boys wouldn't
believe it. They know me.

Look what happened
to Ada Lee Hayes,

and all she remembered
was your name.

The boys don't like
loose ends, Jennifer.

What do you... what
do you want me to do?

Go to the police.

I wouldn't last 24 hours.

Jennifer, the police
can give you protection...

All you need... Until
this thing is over,

Um...

All right.

Yes.

Yes, I loved Adam.

So I took what they dished out.

And I watched him go home to her

every night for ten years.

I even knew when
he fell in love with her.

You know something, Joe?

I don't owe him a thing.

I'll go get dressed.

Why don't you fix
yourself a drink?

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Oh, it's...

so cold.

Ah.

Okay. Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Her condition's improving, Joe.

Good, good.

Only I don't know how long

anyone's gonna be
able to protect her.

Hey, where's Albie?

Went somewhere.
Said he'd be back soon.

Joe, was she mixed
up with the syndicate?

Yeah, from the minute she
fell in love with Adam Langer.

They forced him into a
marriage of convenience,

but she stayed with him
because she loved him,

enough to try and kill
herself just now to protect him.

Why would Langer hire
you and then try to kill you?

Orders.

The boys wanted to see if
they'd covered their tracks

well enough to run
him for governor.

It was a gamble,
but well worth it.

When the thing
started to fall apart,

they had to get
rid of the evidence.

Ah.

Hey, Joe, listen,

I've been putting things
together, and you know what?

I think we're mixed
up in a syndicate deal.

Really, Albie?

Yeah. They're out to stop
Langer from being governor.

They're afraid of him, and
those guys play rough, Joe.

Yeah, as rough as there is.

Yeah, but I took care of it.

How?

I put all Peggy's notes
on the case together

and delivered them
to the Langer house.

We're out of it,
Joe. Off the case.

Albie, you didn't?

You gave the file to Langer?

Oh, he was out,

but his wife took it.

Peggy, uh, if you suspected
your husband was unfaithful

and a detective's report
marked "confidential"

came into your hands,
what would you do?

I'm afraid I'd read it, Joe.

Right. Now look, Albie,
I'm going over there.

I want you to stay on this
bug, and if you hear one peep,

then you come get
me, and not alone.

Why don't you make
yourself a drink?

I'll go get the
papers in my office.

Martha?

Adam, this isn't true, is it?

Where did you get those papers?

I couldn't have lived
with you all of these years

and not known you.

Honey, I... don't know
what this is about.

Pay no attention to it.

I'm sure it's an exaggeration

and it's...

not worth worrying about.

It is true.

You're what...
You're what it says.

You're a criminal.

Don't say that.

Don't even know it.

For your own sake,

forget what you've read.

But she does know.

She can't forget it.

I've got orders to
find you, Mannix.

Thanks for making
it nice and easy.

Let's go.

Where?

What do you care?

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

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

Hold it.

Take out the key

and hand it to me...

slowly.

That's nice.

Let's go.

Get going!

Let me congratulate
you, Mr. Mannix,

on a job well done.

I turned up more than you
needed, didn't I, Langer?

Sobol.

I'll drop out of the race.

I'll take Martha
with me somewhere.

We'll go to Europe.

There'll be no trouble.

Your wife doesn't realize how
this is gonna end, does she?

It's too bad about
that first step, Langer.

You could've made
it without them,

all the way.

Ohh!

Mrs. Langer,

shall we go outside,

you and Mr. Mannix?

Hold it.

She won't talk.
It'll be all right.

Just give me a few
moments alone with her.

You know the rules.

I'll take full responsibility.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'll talk to them.

Rules.

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.

Adam.

Stay here.

You take your orders from
me, do you understand?

I'll take full responsibility.

All right.

I'm sorry, Martha.

There's nothing I can do.

You'll have to go with them.

Adam.

Adam?

Adam!

I'm, uh...

sorry about your husband.

I didn't have a husband.

They killed him when he was 17.

It was just a matter of
time before they buried him.