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I'll get it honey.

I'm expecting a phone call from the office.

Hello.

Deegan, you were warned to forget about the Blackburn job, okay?

So now you're dead.

Okay, Charlie, just leave the file on my desk.

I'll look it over when I get downtown.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, how about another cup of coffee, honey?

Hey, you know, it looks like the Angels might make it this year.

Who was it, Ira?

What?

It wasn't the office, was it?

Well, who do you think it was, the FBI?

I saw you check your gun.

Married fifteen years, and she just notices that.

I check my gun every morning.

Not that way.

Hey.

Oh, take it easy, huh?

I'm sorry, I can't help it. I don't want anything to happen to you.

Look, nothing's going to happen to your old man.

Every night I sit and listen for your car turning into the driveway.

It's only when I hear it that I can breathe again.

And every time that phone rings, I'm afraid it's another one of those calls.

Ira, who was it?

Now, look, will you stop worrying? I can take care of myself.

All you have to do is ask Captain Dexter to take you off the case and re-assign you.

Evelyn, I won't do it.

- Why not? - Because this is my job.

I started this case, and I'm going to finish...

Hey, it's only me.

What's wrong? Did I walk in on something?

He got another phone call, Larry.

Will you talk to him?

Maybe you can get him to quit the Blackburn case.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

I should listen to a runny-nosed rookie.

Why, he hasn't even got flat feet yet.

Coming from such an old-timer.

See that? See? Got you again.

Suckered you again. You're always wide open.

That's lucky.

Larry, go on, get the car out of the garage. I'll be with you in a minute.

Hey.

Come here.

Come on, come on, come on.

You, uh, you still love me?

You know I do.

And why do you love me?

Because you're the handsomest, bravest, smartest cop on the force.

You forgot one.

And the sexiest.

Oh, Ira.

Stay there.

You all right?

I just opened the garage door, and pow.

- But you're okay, huh? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Ira! - It's okay, Evelyn. He's just shook up.

What about you?

What about me?

Ira, that was meant for you.

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Here you are, Joe.

The Blackburn heist.

- Thanks. - Help yourself.

Are you handling this case?

No. Ira Deegan. He's been on it for months.

Oh, Deegan, huh?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, you just missed him.

Oh, that's too bad.

What's the flap on this case, Art?

Well, somebody knocked over the Blackburn Credit Company

for 85,000 dollars

and left the night-watchman with a bullet hole in his head.

And about a week later, we got a tip

that Nicky Phillips was putting out feelers to fence the 85 grand.

We tracked Phillips down to his hotel, but by that time, he was dead.

A suicide. And no sign of the money.

I read that much in the papers. Deegan turn up anything new?

Not much. It's all in the file.

I only talk to Deegan when I have to.

You know how he is, Joe.

He's a good cop, but outside of that,

he's not going to win anybody's popularity contest.

I understand there was an explosion out at Deegan's place.

Yeah, his garage got racked up.

Doesn't seem to be anything about it in this report.

Didn't have anything to do with the case.

Deegan stored some chemicals in his garage.

Joe...

why this sudden interest in the Blackburn caper

after all these months?

- Oh, nothing special. - Oh, I see.

You've got a client.

Yeah.

The insurance company offered ten percent for recovery.

Is that it?

8,500 dollars is a big fee, Joe.

Inflation.

Hey, this Pete Fender that identified Nicky's body.

Is that the same Fender who used to print up hot money?

Yeah.

He's been straight since he got out of Folsom.

He's making signs now instead of U.S. currency.

Look, Joe, if you're planning on going over the same old territory, forget it.

- It's all in the file. - Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

You know Deegan. He's a tiger.

If there was anything to find, he'd have found it.

Yeah. Well, thanks, Art.

And one thing else, Joe.

This case is his property with a big sign on it marked "private."

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Am I right?

You certainly are right, Mr. Fender.

Mr. Mannix, you're pretty regular for a cop.

No wonder you're a private one.

Lieutenant Deegan now... He's something else again.

Well, he's very dedicated.

A man should find time for the finer things in life.

The police tell me your friend Nicky Phillips was involved

in the Blackburn heist and murder.

Well, like I told Lieutenant Deegan, you can't prove it by me.

And they're certainly not going to get any more out of Nicky Phillips.

You know, just a month ago, I said to Nicky,

I said, "Nicky, you better get out of yourself.

"You'd better change your habits. Do something creative."

I took my own advice.

- You see? - Hmm.

I also said to Nicky, I said, "Nicky, crime does not pay,"

especially when you keep getting caught the way Nicky and me used to.

Tell me, when was the last time you talked to him?

Oh, um, morning of the 12th.

That was a couple of days after the Blackburn place was knocked over.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Nicky called me here, and he said he had to see me right away.

He was holed up downtown in the old Crystal Hotel.

Fourth floor.

So I put up my brushes, and I hiked on down to the Crystal.

I went there. Nicky was waiting for me on the sidewalk...

with a sheet over him.

The report said he jumped.

But you don't think so.

That's right.

How come?

Nicky never showed the slightest interest, I mean none whatsoever, in dying.

Opposite. I think he was thinking about how much living he was going to do

with 85,000 steaming clams in the dish.

Did you tell Lieutenant Deegan that?

That I didn't buy the suicide bit?

Yeah. Sure. Why?

Oh, just wondering.

Hey, is there anybody else I can talk to about Nicky?

Yeah, you could talk to Cora.

Cora Hayden, that was his girlfriend.

You could talk to Cora.

Uh, would you like a little juice of the vine?

No, thanks.

Yeah, you could talk to Cora, if you can find her.

Missing?

Mm-hmm.

She didn't even show for Nicky's funeral.

Cora became scarce when Nicky went out the window.

What does she do for a living?

She's a manicurist.

She works in some hair stylist place over in Beverly Hills.

What did you tell Lieutenant Deegan about her?

Zero. Nothing.

Why did you hold back?

I didn't.

Deegan never asked me about Cora.

The subject never came up.

I'm sorry, but hair styling is by appointment only.

Anyway, you don't seem to need one.

Well, to tell you the truth, I'm interested in a manicure.

I have the feeling that's not the whole truth.

Private detective.

The whole truth is that I'm interested in your manicurist.

Goldie's out to lunch.

The one before her.

I know who you mean.

- Cora Hayden. - Mm.

What do you want me to tell you?

Well, where can I find her?

I was told not to discuss the case.

- By whom? - The police.

Ah. A Lieutenant Deegan?

I'm supposed to report anything and everything I hear

about the Blackburn case to him and only him.

But I can see... Joe,

that you'd like me to make an exception in your case.

What's the word on Cora Hayden?

She never showed up for work after Nicky Phillips killed himself.

And before that?

Well, after the Blackburn robbery,

Lieutenant Deegan came here to question her a couple of times.

Oh. What did she tell him?

They talked privately, in the back room.

Hmm. Well, is there anything else you can tell me?

Just that Cora had a roommate, Jill Wallis.

- And they lived where? - Won't do you any good.

After Cora disappeared, Jill moved out. No forwarding address.

I see.

Could somebody have followed you here?

- Why? - There's a car across the street.

The driver's been looking over here.

Do you have a rear exit?

Yep, right over there.

Why don't we take a walk back there

and, uh, just pretend we're still talking, huh?

Right.

And by the way, thank you very much.

Mm-hmm.

Don't you ever use front entrances, Mannix?

You're trespassing.

I don't see any signs.

You know what I'm talking about. The Blackburn case.

- It's my case, too. - Not unless you have a client.

- I've got one. - Who?

That's privileged information.

Don't make it tough for me, Mannix.

Maybe you're making it tough on yourself, Deegan.

- What's that supposed to mean? - That bomb in the garage.

Maybe somebody's out to get you.

What bomb? That was just chemicals lying around.

Sure.

You watch your step.

Just doing my job.

I know you've got friends in the department.

Maybe they like you better than they like me. I couldn't care less.

Only one thing matters in my book is doing a job right.

My job my way.

And I'm going to find out why you're messing around in my case.

Your privilege, Lieutenant.

What are you really up to, Mannix?

The insurance company getting jittery about paying off?

Because if that's it, you tell 'em their dough is in second position.

Number one is me nailing the guy who pulled the Blackburn job.

And I don't want anybody, particularly a private eye, looking over my shoulder.

Take my advice.

Whoever hired who, tell them you're off the case.

He wants me off the case.

He's a smart cop.

I knew he'd find out sooner or later.

Thank you.

Does he know I hired you?

Not yet.

What are you going to do, Mr. Mannix?

I don't know, but I did notice that there was no mention

of threatening phone calls in your husband's reports.

That's probably because he doesn't want to be taken off the case.

He sometimes does things in a very unconventional way.

I'm beginning to find out.

What I don't understand

is why Larry Wallach is going along with all of this.

Oh, he'll do anything Ira asks.

He worships my husband.

And Ira's trained Larry to be just like him...

Just plunge ahead, skip the rules, get the job done at any cost.

Ira won't stop until he breaks that Blackburn case.

Unless it breaks him first.

He is a dedicated man.

He's not just a cop trying to do a job.

He's a man on fire.

He's burning with fever. A disease.

Larry's like a son to him.

He's passing it on to Larry.

We had our own son once.

The night he died, Ira wasn't at the hospital.

Too busy working.

Can you believe that?

Too busy running down a suspect.

For years, I've hated him for that.

And then I began to realize that work isn't just a passion with Ira.

It's a sickness.

And now it could be his death.

Mr. Mannix, he needs help.

I'll do what I can.

But I do think you'd better tell him about me.

I can't.

Well, if I know the lieutenant, he'll find out anyway.

I'll be in touch.

Keep the change.

Puts you right in the middle, Joe, between husband and wife.

And I can feel Ira Deegan breathing down my neck.

First he has to know that you're involved.

Yeah. I don't like the odds.

You have time working for you.

For now.

Joe, how do you plan to do it?

I mean, you can't tail a man like Deegan.

Not more than a couple of feet.

How are you going to help him?

Just keep digging, I guess.

He's not making that very easy.

Uh...

I must say he's a little unorthodox.

A little?

Leaving facts out of reports and scaring witnesses?

Why does Cora Hayden disappear

the same day her boyfriend Nicky Phillips jumps out a hotel room?

Or was he pushed?

And what's happened to Cora's roommate Jill Wallis?

Mr. Mannix' office.

Oh, hi, Vivian.

Okay.

213 South Wentworth Drive, Apartment 3A.

Thanks Vivian. Thanks loads.

Jill Wallis' new address.

Good girl.

Maybe we're about to get an answer to one of our questions.

You know you can get a citation for that.

I know who you are, Wallach.

The lieutenant told you to get off his case.

- So? - So you do what you're told, Mannix.

Deegan's giving you the "get-tough-with-private eye" lesson,

- too, huh? - That's right. I'm working with Ira.

And I do things his way.

Like backing up his story about chemicals in the garage?

If Ira says it was chemicals, then that's what it was.

- You see, I don't ask questions, Mannix. - You should, Wallach,

if you're a good cop.

There isn't a better cop anywhere than Ira Deegan.

I'm talking about you. Your responsibility.

And my responsibility is to Ira. You see, he brought me along.

And if it suits him, he'll drop you. He doesn't know what flesh and blood is.

He only knows arrest and conviction.

No, you're wrong. Nobody knows Ira, except maybe me.

I was under the impression he was married.

His wife doesn't understand him.

She still holds that night against him.

What night?

When she sat around the hospital alone.

The night their kid died while Ira was out scrambling for an arrest.

Of course, the way she tells it, it was because he didn't want off that night

because he didn't care.

Why did he stay on duty?

Because he cared too much. Because he couldn't face the dying anymore.

Because it'd been going on for a whole year and he couldn't face it another night.

So he walked the streets.

You don't know what it's like seeing a man like Ira Deegan cry.

You let him alone, Mannix. You get out of his way.

He's got a job to do.

So have I.

You forget the Blackburn case.

Be smart because somebody could get hurt.

You're blocking me, Wallach.

Yes?

Jill Wallis?

What is it?

It's about Cora Hayden.

I don't know anybody by that name.

Get out of here, or I'll call the police.

Please do. The name is Mannix.

I warned you.

Ask for Lieutenant Deegan.

- You a cop? - Private.

What do you want?

Where is Cora Hayden?

- How should I know? - You were roommates.

We just shared the rent. We weren't too close.

What made you move so suddenly?

A girl's got a right to move.

Why no forwarding address?

I happen to like privacy.

Do you happen to have a picture of Cora?

Why would I?

Well, friends usually keep pictures.

I told you.

We weren't close.

You know, you could wind up in a lot of trouble, Jill.

I'm just minding my own business.

It's too late for that.

You know, there's a good chance Nicky Phillips was murdered.

The very same day his girlfriend disappears, and the very next day you move.

That's a lot of coincidences.

I'm in the clear. I had nothing to do with it.

Didn't you?

Even Lieutenant Deegan said I was...

So he did talk to you.

What did he say?

He told me...

He told you to keep your mouth shut about the case.

But he didn't tell you that Nicky's death could have been murder.

No.

What did he say about Cora?

Nothing.

Where is she?

Jill, Cora could be next. Does that mean anything to you?

You mean murdered?

She knows something.

Somebody might want to shut her up, if they haven't already.

They haven't.

Where is she?

Jill.

Holiday House, down the coast.

She's using the name Ralston.

Cora Ralston.

Thanks, Jill.

You may as well know the rest.

I did have a photo of Cora.

Lieutenant Deegan took it.

Something wrong with the eggs, Ira?

No.

Then why aren't you eating?

You cashed a check.

I cash checks all the time.

What did you do with the money?

I bought a dress.

For a hundred dollars?

Ira, you're making a federal case out of this.

No, you're making the case, not me.

Since when don't you mark the amount of the withdrawal on the stub?

This is our home, Ira, not your interrogation room downtown.

All right, let's see the dress.

Let's see it. Come on. Go on, get it.

It's being altered.

Stop playing games with me, Ira.

Let's both stop playing games.

Why did you hire Mannix?

What?

You married a detective, remember?

You paid Mannix that hundred bucks, right?

I checked everywhere else. I was to the bank today.

They told me you were there day before yesterday.

All right.

But I only did it to protect you, Ira.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Isn't that just beautiful?

Mannix? Protect me?

My own wife. You know what you've done to me?

You know what they're going to make about this downtown

when they hear about it?

They won't hear about it from Mannix. You know that.

You're going to tell him he's fired.

Mr. Mannix' office.

Tell him.

Mr. Mannix, please.

Who's calling?

Mrs. Deegan.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Deegan. He's not in.

May I take a message?

No, thank you. Just have him call me.

He's not in.

When he calls, tell him to keep the hundred bucks, but he's off the case.

Take it easy.

You're lucky.

Where are you taking me?

Hospital.

Oh, no, no, I'm all right. Just pull over.

- Oh, easy, Mister. - Hey, I told you I'm all right.

We won't know about that until we get some X-rays.

Now look, there's not even a scratch. See?

We're thinking about internal injuries.

Yeah, well, I'm thinking about some

business I've got to take care of right now.

- I'm sorry, but we can't... - Hey, I know my rights.

I didn't sign myself on here.

Now you listen to me, Mister...

Wait a minute. Now you just can't pick people up off the streets.

I can sue you, the ambulance service, and the hospital.

So now pull over and let me out, huh?

Charlie, pull over.

Thanks for the lift.

- Cora Ralston? - Yeah.

We had a Mrs. Ralston. She was staying here.

Was? She left?

Yes. She and her husband checked out today.

- Husband? - Yes, that's correct, sir.

What did he look like?

Mrs. Ralston checked in and out.

I never saw him.

What was the check-out time?

Oh, just after the accident.

A few moments after the ambulance took you away.

We thought you were a goner.

Yeah, thanks.

Eyes front.

Drive.

Where is Cora?

I wish I knew.

You think Cora's got the Blackburn money, is that it?

Suppose you tell me, Mannix.

Just guessing.

Yeah. You know something?

I think you are just guessing.

You'd better be.

Watch it.

Watch it.

All right, pull over to the curb.

Mannix, you're off the case.

You understand that?

Mm-mm.

Don't be a hero, chump.

No hero. A day's work for a day's pay.

A man invests in me, he gets a return on his money.

Got an investment in you, too... This, right here.

Now, you do exactly like I say, you understand?

Or the next time, I collect the interest.

Now get out.

What about my car?

Get another hitch.

Yeah, Art... Tattooed butterfly on his left wrist.

And as fast as you can, huh? Thanks.

May I call Mrs. Deegan back now?

No. Not yet.

Joe, she's called a dozen times.

Yeah. I've got a feeling she wants to tell me something I'd rather not hear.

Like what?

What else has anybody said to me lately? Quit the case.

Seems to me that might not be a bad thing to do, Joe.

Well, you've done nothing but draw blanks.

You've no idea who tried to run you down.

- Right? - Right.

And no identifying photograph of Cora Hayden?

Well, Deegan's got the only photo we know of.

And no description of the man who posed as her husband at the motel.

Okay, okay. So I've done better. But it's not all blanks.

There's still a guy with a butterfly tattoo on his wrist.

I want to talk to you, Mannix, alone.

Peggy.

Now listen good, Mannix.

From now on, if you mess around in my case, it's obstruction of the law.

Yeah? Why?

What do you mean, why? You got the word, didn't you?

- You've been fired. - Nobody told me.

- You didn't hear? - No.

Well, you're hearing it from me.

You're not my client.

My wi...

Your client's been trying to get you on the phone to fire you.

When she does, then I'm off.

The vehicular division found your car.

What were you doing down the coast?

I went for a drive.

You also took a drive in an ambulance.

It's too bad about that, isn't it, Deegan?

What?

That I walked away.

Mannix, I've told you.

My wife wants you off the case.

You have no client. So you're out!

Here's your friend with the butterfly tattoo, Joe.

His name is George Dedlos.

What's the rest of it?

He packs a P38 automatic.

Record of four arrests. One conviction for armed robbery.

- A funny thing, though. - Yeah? What?

He never had a partner. He's known as a solo. He works alone.

Well, I think George Dedlos may have changed his habits lately.

- George Dedlos? - Yeah.

What can I tell you about George Dedlos?

I can tell you he's a deadbeat.

When did he check out?

He didn't. Like I told you, a deadbeat.

He walked out of here when nobody was looking.

He's not as smart as he thought he was.

I got his suitcase right here.

- Mind if I look through it? - No skin off my nose.

Well, the man is Nicky Phillips.

- What about the girl? - That's Cora, all right.

You think anything's happened to her?

I'm beginning to think she's just hiding.

I'm hoping to get to her before anything does happen to her.

- Oh, thanks, again. - Sure.

- Mr. Mannix' office. - It's me, Peggy.

- Any luck? - Well, nothing so far.

Maybe she put her car in an empty lot and took a plane.

No, I don't think so. Deegan would have every airport covered.

She wouldn't even make it to the boarding gate.

Listen, Peggy, I'm going to check the motels as far as Ventura and then quit.

Why don't you just go on home, huh?

Thanks, Joe. Good night.

Excuse me.

Oh, yes, what can I do for you?

Has anybody registered here with this license plate number?

- Are you from the police? - No.

Well, I'm sorry. We don't give out that information.

Well, I'm, uh, I'm trying to locate my sister, and, well, it is important.

- I'd appreciate it. - Oh.

Well, RGM 886.

Yes, a couple registered here yesterday with that number.

Oh, that's my sister's picture.

Oh, yes, that's Mrs. Regis.

- They're in number 6. - Number 6. Thank you.

Would you like me to ring through?

No, no, no. I'd just kind of like to drop in on her as a surprise.

Thank you.

Hey, what are you still doing here this late? I thought I told you to go home.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. I insisted on waiting.

Oh, I'll be right with you, Mrs. Deegan.

What's up?

She wouldn't say.

Mrs. Deegan.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry, but I'm discharging you.

Hmm.

Well, is that the reason you came all the way down here?

I thought it would be the decent way to do it.

I've got a feeling there's more.

There is.

It's... It's gotten worse with Ira.

He's pushing himself to the limit.

The past few nights, he didn't come home until 4 or 5 in the morning.

He's a man losing his balance.

I... I don't want him to fall.

Mr. Mannix, is there anything you can tell me?

It looks as if the case is coming to a close.

What do you mean?

Well, I... I can't tell you just yet.

Please don't give me any false hopes.

No, no, no. That's not my intention, Mrs. Deegan.

It wasn't my idea to fire you.

Yes, I know.

That's why I've avoided calling you back.

Look, uh, we could still pretend we haven't been in touch.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I've only got one more thing to do anyway.

Thank you, Mrs. Fair. I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long.

Oh, that's perfectly all right, Mrs. Deegan.

- Good night. - Good night.

You know, Peggy, sometimes I wish I had taken my uncle Aram's advice

and become a dentist.

At least dentists have an easier way of killing pain.

It was that bad?

So bad I didn't even want to tell her.

I found Cora Hayden in a Malibu motel registered as Mrs. Regis.

Mr. Regis is Ira Deegan.

Oh, wow.

Let's have a drink.

I need one.

No wonder Deegan wanted you off the case.

- He was just going through the motions. - Looks like it.

Maybe he was in on it from the beginning.

Maybe he even helped to plan the robbery.

You just can't count on anything.

One thing's for sure.

You were getting too close,

and that's why he tried to kill you with that car down at the motel.

Something like that.

Deegan wanted me off his back,

and George Dedlos was using me to hound-dog him to the money.

Lieutenant Ira Deegan, of all people.

Joe, what happens to a man like that?

85,000 dollars.

Deegan.

What do you want?

I was on my way to see the captain, but I thought I'd better talk to you first.

- About what? - The Apex Motel.

Number 6.

Mr. and Mrs. Regis,

alias Mr. and Mrs. Ralston of the Holiday House.

I'm talking about Cora Hayden.

There's no stopping you, is there, Mannix?

No.

I guess it takes one to know one.

Don't put me in your league, Deegan.

You've got it all figured out, haven't you?

Yeah, about 85,000 dollars' worth.

Yeah.

Yeah, a cop gets hungry, mixes in on a heist,

knocks off one partner, double crosses the other,

cheats on his wife with the dead crook's doll,

plans to live happily ever after with that doll on the 85 grand

when the heat's off.

What about all those lessons you gave to Larry Wallach?

All those speeches about being a good, if not by the book, cop?

What's he going to think when he finds out?

He already knows.

As a matter of fact, he's up at Zuma Beach right now,

in another motel with Cora.

You see, Larry likes a little extra spending money, too.

That's logical, isn't it?

Yeah, it's all very logical, except for one thing.

None of it's true.

Keep talking, Deegan.

Cora knew her boyfriend Nicky Phillips was in on the heist,

but she didn't know with who.

She was convinced that Phillips was pushed from that window

by his partner who made off with the loot.

She was afraid the killer was coming after her next.

Well, I figured maybe she was right,

so I decided to use her as bait until I was ready.

In the meantime, you put her on ice, huh?

Yeah, but you melted that at the Holiday House.

So I kept her on the move.

I registered us as Mr. and Mrs. To protect her.

Anyone hunting for Cora wouldn't be looking for a married couple.

What about Nicky Phillips' partner?

I told you. It's still a blank. She never saw him.

I did.

Yeah, his name is George Dedlos.

Dedlos?

You sure?

Sure.

What am I supposed to do, thank you?

No.

Now look, for once in your life, Deegan,

you're going to accept cooperation from an outsider

- and from somebody you can't stand... me. - I don't need any help.

Oh, I know you've got your pride. But somebody almost killed me.

Now we make a deal, Deegan,

or I'm marching into the captain and lay it all out for him.

- Now wait! - You made your wife fire me.

Now you hire me.

You're my client from now on, Deegan. Take it or leave it.

Deegan.

Lieutenant, it's Cora.

- What is it? - Larry's gone.

What?

He saw someone hanging around outside. He went to check.

That was a half hour ago. I was getting nervous so I...

He was supposed to call me if anything came up. I spelled it out for him.

He said he was going to bring in whoever it was himself.

Did you see which way he went?

South, along the beach.

Now look, Cora, you stay in your room

and don't open your door for anyone but Larry or me.

- Later. - Deegan.

You're my client, remember?

All right.

He's following somebody, all right.

Yeah, from the looks of those prints, they're running.

Hold it!

Hold it right there!

George Dedlos.

Ira?

I tracked him, but he doubled back on me.

Held a gun in my back.

He was taking me along, going to use me as a hostage.

Then he spotted you two, and he sapped me.

- Well, we got him. - But he's dead.

I wanted to bring him in, but I fouled up.

For the first time, I wanted to do something on my own.

Who asked you to?

I'm sorry, Ira.

I told you to follow orders.

Relax, Deegan.

It was either Nicky Phillips or Dedlos

that killed the night-watchman in the Blackburn case.

That may be good enough for you, Mannix, but this way we'll never know.

They're both dead. That closes the case.

Except for the money.

It's probably buried some place, and we'll never know where...

unless some day a dog burying a bone just happens to dig it up.

A dog and his bone.

How did you find out?

Deegan trusted you.

He was the last man in the world to check you out, Wallach,

but I didn't have that problem.

Over at the beach you said

that Dedlos had a gun in your back and he was taking you along.

Well, I went back down to the beach and checked those tracks in the sand.

He was never behind you.

You were in this together all along.

I guess I didn't learn my lesson very well from Ira.

The trouble is he didn't teach you how to kill or cheat.

He trusted you like a son.

Ah, you had yourself a perfect cover.

You even got him to kill Dedlos for you.

That was going to be the end of it.

And then everything would return to normal, is that it, huh?

Yeah. For a year or so.

Well, the plans have changed. Now let's go.

All right, now pick it up.

You carried it this far, you might as well carry it the rest of the way.

They booked him.

Yeah. So it's all over.

Is it?

What else?

He wanted to talk to you, Ira.

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

Just everything fell into place.

I... I traced Nicky Phillips back to the Crystal Hotel.

He had the heist money. He wanted to make a deal with me.

He said he'd give me half the dough.

I did just what I thought you would have done, Ira.

I cracked him right across the mouth.

And then I thought, Where would I ever get a chance at dough like that?

And I could have the whole bundle all to myself.

It's a crazy idea, huh?

But it came to me.

I thought I was just like you, Ira, all the way.

- But I wasn't. - Get out of here. Get out of here.

Art, get him out of here!

Let's go, Wallach.

About that hundred bucks, Mannix, will that cover it?

It'll cover it.

Oh, Deegan.

When you get home, say hello to your wife for me, huh?

Uh... yeah.