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I've had no experience

with detective agencies,
Mr. Wickersham.

Just how good is Intertect?

Do you expect an
unbiased answer?

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

You built Pearson
Astro from scratch

to the biggest thing of
its kind in the country.

Now you didn't do that

by accepting people's
evaluation of themselves.

I've heard about
you from others.

Now, I want to hear
your view of yourselves.

We're efficient, well-equipped,

we hire the best men available,

and we charge all
the traffic will bear.

We're the best in the business.

You're not handicapped
by false modesty.

No. Are you?

No, I guess not.

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

You're worth more
than $5 million.

I'm over 35.

Well, you'll have
made up your mind

about my organization by now.

Can we talk business?

I've got a job for you.

And it isn't a normal
security operation,

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

I want a political
figure investigated.

Why?

I want you to dig
up every rotten thing

you can find about him.

Anything that'd be
used to smear him.

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

Will you do it?

That depends on your
reason and who the subject is.

The reason is simple...

To dig deep enough to
destroy him if you can.

And who is this man?

Me.

(theme music playing)

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(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(five gunshots)

Three shots in the bull's-eye

and five clean misses.

That just barely qualifies you.

As what?

Mr. Mannix, according
to the records,

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

Luck.

Obviously.

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

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

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

I'd like to hear it firsthand.

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

My party have asked
me to run for governor.

Now, politics is
a dirty business.

I want to know what
can be used against me.

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

Take it easy, Mr. Mannix.

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

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

Thank you, Miss Ellis.

Mr. Mannix, this
is my secretary.

How do you do.

Pleasure.

Mr. Mannix?

Black.

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

Not for me.

The Adam Pearson
Foundation got 51%.

The bulk of the funds go
into a science scholarship

for the underprivileged.

In a political campaign,

anything can be
slanted to look bad.

The people that
I'll be up against

are past masters at
the art of smearing.

Well, you must have some idea

of what they might
use against you.

Anybody trying
to build a scandal

can take an insignificant
incident and blow it up.

I want you to
start from scratch...

No help from me.

See what kind of
a case you can do.

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

but a good detective agency

can usually find dirt
no matter where it digs.

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

This is a dry run with
you as the enemy.

If you can't find
anything that hurts,

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

Suppose I can.

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

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

If she can be hurt by
any smear against me,

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

Keep me informed
of your progress.

Fine.

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

I'll handle this my way.

Of course.

I only have one condition.

I don't want my wife involved.

Stay away from her.

MRS. PEARSON: I don't
understand, Mr. Mannix.

What do you mean you're
investigating my husband?

Mrs. Pearson, I'm
doing a magazine profile

for Business Progress.

Most people know what
your husband has done,

but not really what he is.

The company's public relations
firm prepared a biography.

If that would be of any help...

I gather it wouldn't.

I'm not interested in the
official campaign biography.

I told your husband
that, and he agreed.

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

the human interest.

That usually means
human frailties...

weaknesses the
reader can identify with.

We all have them.

When Adam and I
were first married,

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

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

Good luck to you, Mr. Mannix.

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

How about his adjustments to...

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

which fork to use",

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

of everything he tackles.

He could give any
Washington hostess

a lesson or two in protocol.

Do I sound like a wife

that's very much in
love with her husband?

It's a nice sound.

He's a nice husband.

He told you to stay
away from his wife!

He just phoned and he's furious.

Look, while you're
working for him,

at least try to
follow his orders.

Will the opposition
follow his orders?

He didn't hire them.

So he won't be
able to control them.

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

then we're both
wasting our time.

Reproduce and distribute.

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

That should be great
for the campaign.

The Governor's known poverty.

A little log cabin
never hurt anyone.

Here are a couple from
college, graduation photo,

B.S. in Electrical Engineering.

That's when he won the
Conference Billiard Championship.

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

There's a fairly detailed
report in the folder.

Your boys have done a good job.

Well, I'll just take that.

Where are you going? Detecting.

I don't know why I keep asking.

Someday I'll hang a
bell around his neck.

Why would he take the
Billiard Championship photo?

What kind of a lead is that?

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

Seems to me the most
logical move would be

in the area of Pearson's
business dealings.

His company had big
government contracts.

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

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

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

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

You got a 20/21 cue?

50 cents.

How long you been here?

Too long.

Eight years.

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

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

They come with me.

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

Them I gotta.

One's my wife's uncle.

The other's my brother-in-law.

Now, Schneider was born here.

Probably gonna die here.

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

(laughing)

Want to game? (phone ringing)

Okay.

Go for a buck? Sure.

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

Adam Pearson grew up
in this neighborhood, huh?

For break.

Ever run into him?

Who?

Adam Pearson.

Never heard of him.

I won the lag. You break.

Three ball.

Hey, you ain't bad.

But I still think
I can take you.

You want to raise the
stakes to two bucks?

Sure.

Four ball into the side pocket.

13.

Now make the 13... from there.

Why?

Play it.

Could you make it any tougher?

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

(grunts)

Out.

Yeah, that's a
pretty tough shot.

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

Yeah, I know, that's all right.

For ten bucks,
right from where it is.

Interested?

All-all I got is eight dollars.

You're covered.

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

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

That's pretty lousy in my book.

I wouldn't hustle
another hustler.

That way, nobody makes a living.

I'll give you a chance

to get your money
back... 20 bucks.

I told you, you cleaned me.

I've got nothing to put up.

Put up your mouth.

Adam Pearson used to hang out

around here when he was a kid.

You must've known him.

He lived one door
from the corner.

They tore it down.

It's a market now.

Does that buy me 20 bucks?

For another 20, what
kind of a kid was he?

Shoot good pool?

He was weak on nine ball.

He used to hustle a little.

Overall, he wasn't too bad.

But that was so long ago.

Another 20.

Have you seen him since?

No.

That's all that's going down.

You want to play for it or not?

60 bucks!

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

He hustled a little pool.

He was a punk kid.
He ran some numbers.

Honest, that's all
I know about him.

You've just won yourself a game.

He's still in there, Mr. Sobel.

He's using the phone.

Lew?

You're calling from the
neighborhood pool hall.

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

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

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

Yeah, Rho Sigma
Delta, I believe.

Thanks. I'll, uh... talk to
you later. (tires squealing)

(man screaming)

Mannix, before you go, I...

Good afternoon. May I help you?

Yes.

You'll have to
pardon the confusion.

We're redecorating,
and about time, too.

I'm writing a magazine article.

My name is Mannix.

I'd like to write about...

About how all college
students use drugs,

have wild parties?

Well, I didn't say that.

In all the years I've been here,

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

or as bad as anything
you find anywhere else.

If a magazine or a newspaper

can't find anything
else to write about,

it always blames the younger
generation for delinquency.

Yes, I know.

Either the older generation
skipped their youth

or they spent their childhood
with halos and harps.

(chuckles): I'm Mrs.
Osborne, the housemother.

I'd like to do an
honest story about one

of your alumni... Adam Pearson.

Class of '41.

Oh, of course, I
couldn't place the name.

Would the annual help?

You know, it
has... it has pictures

of all the boys
and, uh, comments.

1941... that was the war class.

We lost so many of the boys.

Some of them still come back

and tell me what
things were like

when they were visiting with us.

Did you know a Beverly Rennick?

WOMAN: I was Beverly Rennick.

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

Bev, what's going on?

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

on someone Mrs.
Cortina went to school with.

What kind of magazine?

Those sexy pictures?

He's a writer, Eddie.

Come on in, Mr. Mannix.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Mrs. Cortina, you knew
Adam Pearson quite well.

My husband,
he's a little jealous.

How did you meet Pearson?

Oh, every pretty girl
on campus knew Adam.

He saw to that.

We were engaged.

You beat out the competition.

Oh, aren't you nice?

You want a chocolate?

What's the deal?

We were just talking, Eddie.

Talking, huh?

Yeah.

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

How did you and Adam
become unengaged?

Well, you know how it is
with campus romances.

You remained friends?

Oh, I-I've never forgotten Adam.

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

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

about some bum
she used to go with?

You'd better go. He gets sore.

Mrs. Cortina, can you tell me

what Adam was like,

who his friends were?
It's very important.

(quietly): Uh...
wait in the hall.

(normal voice):
Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.

(door slams)

MR. CORTINA: Is he gone?

BEVERLY: Yeah, honey.

MR. CORTINA: How about a beer?

BEVERLY: Coming up.

Just one minute.

I can only stay a second.

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

I mean, I'm younger.

Adam was a year ahead
of me in Engineering.

You know, math,
and all that stuff.

Who were his friends?

You mean, besides girls?

Mm.

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

I ought to kick your teeth in.

Stay away from my wife!

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

What's the matter with you?!

We were just talking!

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry.

Aah!

Sorry.

That's two games.

I'll just never learn.

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

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

MANNIX: Mr. Pearson,

your wife has a very
impressive overhand.

Mr. Mannix, come in.

Uh, don't let me interrupt.

No, we're finished.

At least I am.

My wife deserves
better competition.

I don't care about competition.

I just like to play.

Adam has a puritan conscience.

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

Mr. Mannix,
you've hurt yourself.

Oh, uh, clumsy shaver.

Would you believe
a jealous husband?

(chuckles) You'd
better come with me.

I've got the first-aid kit.

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

Well, I spent a little time

with an old
acquaintance of yours

at the Fourth and
Emmett Street pool hall.

You used to hustle pool.

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

you were cheated.

I used to pick up
spending money like that

when I was in high school.

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

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

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

Now you don't think

they can build that
into a scandal, do you?

I'm beginning to wonder

if I've hired the
right detective.

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

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

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

Beverly Rennick.

Ah, that takes me back.

She was a pretty girl.

I understand you always
had pretty girls around you.

Say, there's an
interesting angle.

A sex scandal is
always good for a smear.

MRS. PEARSON: I'm
sorry, I've misplaced

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

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

I heal quickly.

You also have a
very pretty secretary.

Does she type?

Ask her.

I will.

We've got a date.

(machine clacking)

(clacking stops)

The preliminary reports
on Pearson-Astro's contracts

and the Department of Defense
work show nothing irregular.

Mannix get back yet?

Did he phone in?

Thank you.

Gonna have to put
that bell around his neck.

Odd you should mention that.

Mr. Hayden.

Ye-Yes, sir.

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

Yes, sir.

The other receiver's located

on top of the Thompson building.

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

Mr. Hayden, Mr. Hayden,

I'm familiar with the method.

Where is he now?

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

Range, uh... one quarter mile.

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

Don't put all your money on it.

(easy listening music playing)

MANNIX: Except
for Roman candles,

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

That's why I picked
this restaurant.

I like to live dangerously;
flaming shish kabob

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

And now cherries jubilee.

And if they don't start cooking

in the kitchen pretty quick,

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

(laughs)

It was fun.

I'd like to see you again.

I'd like that, too.

Would you like to come
up and have one drink?

I'd like.

(beep)

What's the matter?

Just a loose wire.

Mr. Wickersham,
there's something wrong

with the transmitter, sir.

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

Nothing about
Mannix ever goes right.

Brandy or scotch?

Brandy.

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

Just to get the
lowdown on your boss.

He's going to be
our next governor.

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

He'll have a lot of them.

They say that every secretary

is just a little in
love with her boss.

Do they?

Is it true?

I worship Mr. Pearson...
There's a difference.

Well, I don't want
to be worshipped.

Is your drink all
right? Oh, fine.

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

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

No, I'm very selective.

So am I.

(soft gasp)

But I meant it
about just one drink.

Mm.

Well, uh...

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

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

I'd better give you
my local phone.

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

There you are.

And call soon.

Good night.

And thank you. Good night.

Owney. What are you doing here?

Where's your wife?

She ran down to the drugstore.

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

Come on in.

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

(laughs) What ballgame?

What do you care?

You've already missed
three or four innings.

Look, Owney...

I don't know what
this is all about.

You don't have to know.

I don't have to know.

I got my orders.

There's only one ticket.

That's right.

Just make sure you get seen.

So I get to go to
a ballgame, huh?

Alone.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

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

Look, Owney...

I don't know who's heard what,

but something is
wrong here. Nothing.

Listen, Beverly
doesn't know anything...

about me or anything.

It's a mistake, you hear?

She doesn't know anything!

Why are you yelling at me?

I got my orders.

Owney... I love her.

You could say we were
gone when you got here.

Give me a break, Owney.

You can't do it!

Who could get hurt
if we weren't around?

Nobody could fault you for that.

You know how I work.

I won't hurt.

Now, go on already.

No.

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

But maybe you got a chance.

You're gonna fight
the whole Syndicate.

Run a routine print
check on that, will you?

Sure. Whose?

Just mark it Exhibit A.

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

Why didn't you use this?

I don't want to hurt nobody.

Who sent you? What sent?

I was just standing there.

You've been following
me. What following?

It's a free country.

Owen Thompson... is
that your name? Yeah.

How many names you got?

That's it.

You a cop, mister?

You know who I am.

(removes clip)

You got a record?

I'm clean. Honest.

On my mother's grave.

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

I had an important
appointment this morning,

but I cancelled it because
you said it was urgent

that you get background on
my first meeting with Adam.

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

but you seem rather hostile.

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

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

Recognize him?

No. Why?

Mrs. Pearson, did you, uh,

know that your husband
had a reputation on campus

of being a local Don Juan?

Is that going to be the
level of your article?

Let's talk about his secretary.

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

she wouldn't come out
looking like Sandra Ellis.

I think you'd better leave.

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

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

those sudden
out-of-town business trips?

If you're trying to upset me

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

I'm asking questions
to get answers.

Now, you'd better tell
me everything you know

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

What did you find out?

For one thing, you're worried.

Please don't print that.

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

How long have you known?

I don't know.

I mean, I'm not sure.

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

it is business.

Please don't print that.

Please don't.

You've got my word.

Adam is a complete man.

The physical part of
his life is very important.

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

but I guess I always
expected to fail.

Uh, look, Mrs. Pearson,

I have no actual proof
that your husband...

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

I was brought up
in a sterile world...

where everything
was given to me.

Adam had to fight.

His needs were different.

If he's had to turn elsewhere...

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

then I'll have to win him back

and try to live with the idea.

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

I think I'd better keep
that appointment.

It was with my analyst.

Absolutely nothing.

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

So, coincidence?

I saw him outside the pool hall.

A few minutes later,
the hustler was killed.

I caught him outside
here this morning... armed.

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

Facts come hard in this case.

Adam Pearson,
the people's choice.

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

Is he?

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

I didn't enjoy doing it.

Try to remember we're
working for Pearson.

We're on his side.

(knock at door)

Exhibit A.

Yeah, thanks. What's that?

Like the man said, Exhibit A.

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

Has he turned up anything?

He is betting on a sex scandal.

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

who hasn't even
seen Pearson in years.

Who? Mrs. Beverly Cortina.

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

You obviously haven't seen this.

So, what's the big problem?

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

It's what he was hired for.

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

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

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

Okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Send in Owney and Matt.

Pearson's getting nervous.

Yeah. Mannix is
doing too good a job.

(light knocking)

I'll check with you later.

Come in.

Mannix is giving us trouble.

Like?

He doesn't know too much yet,

but he's beginning to learn.

That ain't good.

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

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

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

especially when he's also...

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

Kill him.

You sure you
don't know this guy?

Never saw him.

He was outside here yesterday.

So?

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

What do you want from me?

There's a lot of
people outside there.

That's a wide street.

This is a big town...

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

Yeah.

(coins clink in slot)

Mannix here.

Any messages?

Yeah, thank you.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

MANNIX: I just got your message.

I wondered if you'd
like that other drink.

Sounds interesting.

I'm still thirsty.

I'm glad.

MANNIX: When?

How soon can you get here?

ELLIS: I wouldn't
want the ice to melt.

Well, I'm at Ninth and Ellis.

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

I'll try and make it less.

(hangs up phone)

Oh, you didn't slip into
something comfortable.

You got here so quickly.

I'm flattered.

Yes.

But then you didn't expect me

to show up at all, did you?

Your janitor may
have a little trouble

cleaning up the elevator.

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

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

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

you'll have to
be a little clearer.

You set me up to be
killed. Clear enough?

Why would I want
you to be killed?

Now don't tell me
you weren't involved

in any of those syndicate
killings in Chicago.

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

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

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

Please go away. You
were never convicted,

but you were booked once.

I got a make on
your fingerprints.

I've asked you to leave.

Why, you got somebody
outside as a backup

in case that first punk missed?

I have nothing to say to you.

Wrong.

You're going to tell me

all your connections
with the Syndicate,

starting with Chicago.

What I used to do is
none of your business.

Don't give me that "used to."

Nobody "used to"
work for the Syndicate.

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

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

And you know I'll do it.

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

Now, you...

Mannix here. Give me Wickersham.

Lew, better pull
everybody off the case.

It's a syndicate operation.

You've seen the paper.

You're a regular Typhoid Mary.

Everyone you talk to dies.

They just tried to
put me on the list.

I put your report and
the paper story together

and came up with the
same answer you did.

Is Pearson tied to the
Syndicate personally?

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

The thing that clouds
the issue is his wife.

Syndicate members, high up ones,

usually marry
into the Syndicate.

She doesn't fit.

Well, it's not your problem now.

You did a good job, Joe.

Look in when you
get back to the office.

Yeah.

Good job.

(slams phone down)

(typing)

Say, Jane. Wickersham isn't in.

Is he gone for the night?

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

He said it would
just be a few minutes.

Did he close out
the Pearson case?

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

Have you got a copy?

I'd like to see how
you tell a client

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

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

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

Well, the delivery receipt
should be included,

and I only just received it.

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

Are you sure?

Yeah. Something wrong?

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

and a detective's report
marked "confidential"

came into your hands,
what would you do?

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

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

Evening.

Emmett, you can go to bed.

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

This isn't true, Adam.

Where did you get that?

I couldn't have lived
with you all these years

and not have known you.

I don't know what
this is all about.

But I'm sure it's exaggerated

and not worth
getting upset about.

It is true, then.

You are what it
says, a criminal.

A member of the Syn...

Don't say it, Martha.

Don't even know it.

SOBEL: But she does know.

Nice, you saved me the trouble.

Let's go.

Go where?

What do you care?

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

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

That makes sense, doesn't it?

Yeah, makes a lot of sense.

Come on.

The transmitter,
it's working again,

but it seems to be shorting.

There's still something wrong...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

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

Huh? That's S.O.S.

Get me a fix on it. Yes, sir.

Is anybody around?

Just us.

Well, keep my car phone open.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mannix, I'd like
to congratulate you

on a job well done.

I turned up more
than you needed,

didn't I, Pearson?

I'll drop out of the race.

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

I promise there
won't be any trouble.

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

does she, Pearson?

Matt.

Shut up!

It's too bad about
that first step.

You could've made
it without them;

probably even been
a good governor.

You don't hear good.

Come on outside, Adam.

Forget it. I can handle it.

She won't talk.

Just give me a few
minutes alone with her.

You know the rules.

You helped make 'em.

Mrs. Pearson... Mrs. Pearson!

Your husband is
saying good-bye to you.

You're to be killed.

It doesn't matter what he wants.

You jeopardized
the whole Syndicate.

I thought I had a husband,

a home, a life
we built together.

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

I'll take full responsibility
for keeping her quiet.

I'll call Marty right away.

I'll explain it to him.

Rules, Adam.

Who do you think
you're talking to.

You're not even on the Council.

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

Will you come outside?

You take your orders from me.

Do you understand?
It's my responsibility.

I got my orders.

I have to go, Martha.

(gunshot)

(glass breaking) (gunshot)

(gunshot)

You all in one piece?

Yeah, fine. You?

Yeah, okay.

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

I have no husband.

I don't know who this is.

They killed my husband
when he was 17.

Now all they have
to do is bury him.

(theme music playing)