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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...

like Edward G. Robinson. Yaah.

Or Lionel Barrymore!

How about a little Art
Carney there, Ralphie boy.

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

Will you shut up
with that, Norton?

We're trying to do a bit?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

And it's craps.

Come marker.

Coming out.

Same shooter.

And it's craps.

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.

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.

All right, new
shooter coming out.

All right, coming out.

Tomorrow all right?

Tomorrow, Mr. Brady.

And then there's Jack Lemmon.

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!

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.

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.

♪♪

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

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!

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

You can tell
Conforti I'll be back.

Meantime... Work on
your manners, huh?

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.

Hello?

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.

What about me? What
will happen to me?

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.

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.

Now.

Hello?

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.

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?

Yes, may I help you?

Maybe.

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

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.

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.

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.

Don't quit now.

Hello?

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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

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?

Who is it?

You kidding, Vic?

It's me... Chris.

Stay where you are, Chris.

Right there.

Where's Eve?

She was supposed
to bring the money.

Uh, well, she was
afraid to come, Vic.

You can't blame
her for being afraid.

Have you got the money?

Yeah, right here.

I counted it myself.

No kidding.

What's your cut, Chris?

You serious, Vic?

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

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

You're going to
lose out either way.

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.

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.

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!

Suffering Sciatica!

Women are like
elephants to me...

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

Any other requests?

Yeah, do Liberace.

- Carol Channing!
- No, 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.

Ed Sullivan!

Do Ed Sullivan!

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.

Any other requests?

Do Victor Brady!

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.

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!

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...

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.