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Oh, Daddy, look at the lion!

Oh, isn't he beautiful.

Come on, Tina, a lot more to see.

Oh, look at him!

I bet you could walk right under that elephant.

I wonder if they'll eat popcorn.

Let's see.

Oh.

Aw, honey.

I guess I-I just haven't been giving you

much time lately, have I?

It'll be different from now on, though.

Oh, that's okay.

I understand.

It takes a lot of time to be a famous newspaperman.

And that's nice.

But what's really nice is today...

- Just the two of us. - Yeah.

I promised you, didn't I?

- Just the two of us. - Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Lou, Tina.

What do you want, J.B.?

You promised.

And I meant it, honey, really I did.

I didn't know he was going to be here.

J.B., what do you want?

He wants to talk to you.

Even though you promised to spend the day with me.

J-Just a couple of minutes, Lou, huh?

I'm with Tina, J.B.

Some other time.

Well, uh, maybe Tina would like an ice cream.

On me?

How about it, Tina?

You're wasting your time, J.B.

Forget the story, Lou.

The police say it was an accident.

Now, now, let it go at that.

Andrew Alfaro was murdered.

They're not going to get away with it.

You know who you're dealing with?

Sure.

The Syndicate.

So damn big in this town that they killed Andrew Alfaro

because he wouldn't sell out.

So big, they got rid of the cop on the case.

But they're not getting rid of me.

Lou, listen to me...

No, you listen.

I don't know how they found out I was working this story,

but you can tell them not to bother

sending out any more messenger boys.

Tina!

They cover themselves too good, Lou.

The only thing it's going to get you is hurt.

Hi, honey.

If they cover themselves so good,

what are they worried about?

Let me tell you something, J.B.

They took the chauffeur out of circulation,

along with what he had to say.

But I've got a good idea where to get 'em back.

Lou, if you...

Good-bye, J.B.

I'm on your side.

Yeah.

Sure, I'm surrounded by good friends.

Honey, would you mind if, uh,

well, if we cut today a little short?

Tina...

Daddy!

I wonder how many of them are relieved now that Lou's dead.

Just the ones who have something to hide.

Which could be just about everybody.

Uh, come on, there's somebody I want you to meet.

Hello, George.

Yeah, thanks for coming, Joe.

I'd like you to meet Bill Saunders.

- Joe Mannix. - Mr. Mannix.

Bill.

I asked, uh, Joe to drop by.

He's a private detective.

Bill was, uh, Lou's research assistant.

Lou Reynolds was a good man.

Yeah, I'm going to miss him.

You're not the only one that's going to miss him.

You plan on conducting your own investigation on this thing?

Well, Joe's the best.

He's worked for me before.

Isn't that a job for the police?

Oh, well, I don't intend to replace them,

but, uh, maybe I can help.

Now, I published Lou Reynolds' column for 14 years,

so I figure I owe him all the help you can give us, Joe.

You're looking good, Bill.

Edie.

Hello, George.

I-I think you both know J.B.

Could've picked another day, Mr. Kelley.

I asked him to come here, George.

And I do have a right to be here.

Yes, of course you do.

Edie, this is Joe Mannix,

private investigator who's promised to look into

this business for me.

We meet at last, Mrs. Reynolds.

"At last"?

Yes, uh, when you disappeared a couple years ago,

George asked me to try and find you.

It was just after you and Lou broke up.

I thought I might get you back together again.

You did try, George.

Thanks.

You look fine, Edie.

Well, Bill, I haven't had a drink in months.

Neither one of us.

Right, J.B.?

Right.

We've had each other to hang onto.

It, uh... it helps.

Maybe I'd better go.

No.

I...

I know how you feel about J.B., about his being here,

but... I couldn't come here alone.

I didn't have the courage.

Mrs. Reynolds, I'd like to see your daughter.

I don't know if she'll even want to see me.

Maybe if we saw her together.

Edie...

Edie, go ahead.

I won't be far away.

I don't know how it looks, Mr. Mannix,

but there's nothing between J.B. and myself.

We... We shared an illness, that's all.

You want to hear something?

I was hoping to come back here someday.

Hoping my husband would take me back.

Now he's dead, and...

there's nothing to come back to.

There, uh, might be something, Mrs. Reynolds.

Tina.

Hello, Tina.

Tina, my name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you.

I want to talk to you about your father.

I liked him, Tina.

He was a brave man.

He wrote the truth as he saw it.

You look like him.

I do?

I mean, people look like each other inside.

Their faces just cover what's really there.

I'll buy that.

Tina...

I'm trying to find out what happened

the other day at the zoo.

But I need your help.

Anything you can remember.

There's nothing to remember.

I killed my father.

Tina, your father was killed with a gun.

Someone with a gun shot him, but I killed him.

I was angry with him.

I wished he was dead, and that's how it happened.

Tina, darling, you mustn't say that.

Did you see anyone you recognized at the zoo?

No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I don't want to talk anymore.

She hates me.

I don't blame her.

Go ahead.

Uh, Walter, I'd like you to meet Joe Mannix.

This is Dr. Walter Brown; he's a friend of the family.

He's also a psychiatrist.

He was with Tina last night.

- How do you do. - Doctor.

I, uh, was watching you and Tina on the stairs just now.

It's not very encouraging.

Mannix...?

I'd like to speak to you a moment.

Excuse me.

It's been a long time, J.B.

Yeah.

Look, I'm sure Tina will tell you I saw Lou Reynolds that day,

just a few minutes before he was killed.

This, uh, meeting with Lou Reynolds, what was it about?

Nothing. Nothing, really.

I have a few clients here and there

can always use a plug in Lou's column.

I... I gave him my pitch, and that was it.

Mr. Mannix?

George thought you might want to take a look in Lou's office.

Yeah, thanks. Uh...

We'll talk again, J.B.

I don't know what he told you,

but it probably wasn't the truth.

It's not.

No, no, no, no, the typeface stays the same.

I just want a thin-line border.

No embroidery.

Right.

Just talking about Lou's obituary.

It'll be in his column tomorrow.

In effect, his last column.

Bill, I'd like you to take it over.

I don't know what to say, George.

Well, you learned all the tricks from Lou.

And you're pretty good on your own.

You'll do fine.

Joe, how can we help to get you started?

Well, uh... it's pretty obvious

that Lou Reynolds was killed because of something he printed,

or something he was about to print,

so why don't we proceed with that second theory?

Bill, uh... what was Lou working on when he was shot?

Well, he'd been looking into the Alfaro accident.

It turned out to be a dead end.

Andrew Alfaro? Alfaro Instruments?

Mm-hmm.

His car went over a cliff

a couple of weeks ago, wasn't that it?

That's it.

Lou thought it might not have been an accident.

Why?

Alfaro's chauffeur came to Lou.

A guy named Leon Hanes.

Said he had a hot tip.

The Syndicate was trying to buy Alfaro out.

Lou checked into it, but nothing.

No connection with the Syndicate or any other criminal element.

You ask me, the chauffeur made up the whole thing.

Why would he do that?

Mr. Mannix, you'd be amazed at some of the crazy stories

that pour into a columnist's office.

Andrew Alfaro is dead.

Lou Reynolds is dead.

That doesn't sound crazy to me.

Do you happen to have a file on the Alfaro story?

- Top drawer. Help yourself. - Oh.

It's empty.

Tina?

Tina...

I'm not going to bother you with any more questions,

but I want you to...

I want you to understand something.

You had nothing to do with your father's death.

You're wrong. I killed him.

Now, wait a minute.

People can't just wish other people dead.

You're blaming yourself for nothing.

I killed him, I'm going to get punished for it,

and I deserve it.

Now, look...

honey, you said I look like your father... inside?

Now, I want you to trust me.

I'm going to find the man that killed your father

and prove to you that you had nothing to do with it.

Now, until I do,

I want you to think about something.

Your mother's very lonely

and she really loves you.

Now, why don't you ask her to come and stay with you?

I don't want her here.

It's not her house anymore!

Now do you understand?

I got mad. I make people die.

Go away before you die, too.

You were right, Joe... The same rifle

that killed Lou Reynolds was one that fired at you.

File on the Alfaro case?

Yep. Everything we got.

Alfaro visited the Dolphin Lounge that night.

The bartender testified that he was with a woman.

Got drunk, surly, he and the woman argued.

She refused to leave with him.

Alfaro left alone, drove off like a madman,

and that was it... Over the cliff.

What happened to the woman, Joe?

She wasn't identified.

Hey, Adam, this Sergeant McCallister

that handled the case... You mind if I talk to him?

Well, that won't be easy.

He's retired.

Somewhere in South America.

That's kind of a coincidence, isn't it?

Well, not in McCallister's case.

He talked about retiring for years.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Joe, that was Mrs. Alfaro.

You can see her now, if you hurry.

Oh, thanks, Peg.

Two men are dead, a chauffeur disappears,

a cop suddenly retires, the files are missing...

Sounds like a lot more than drunk driving.

Oh, Adam, I'd, uh, leave that file out if I were you.

I got a hunch it's going to get a lot thicker.

Mrs. Alfaro, uh... I have a very difficult question to ask.

Something that may hurt.

My husband's dead, Mr. Mannix.

I doubt you can hurt me.

Hmm.

Was he, uh... seeing another woman?

No.

According to a witness for the police,

he was with another woman, and, uh,

drinking heavily the night he...

I've heard those allegations.

The police can think what they like.

Andrew did not drink!

The coroner's report indicated

a high alcoholic content in the blood.

I know what that report said,

and it simply isn't the truth.

And you want the truth, Mrs. Alfaro,

or are you trying to, uh... preserve the image

you have of your husband?

Do you have any more questions, Mr. Mannix?

One more.

Uh, your chauffeur disappeared that same night.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

Not the slightest.

And frankly, Mr. Mannix,

I was not particularly fond of Leon Hanes.

I didn't trust him.

And yet you kept him on.

Andrew kept him on.

They'd known each other years before,

and, uh... Hanes never quite found himself.

Owed money here and there,

and Andrew helped him out, gave him a job.

Was your husband under any particular stress lately?

Business problems?

Oh, well, that would be very difficult

to, uh... to estimate,

because, you know, he was always under stress.

He-He just... he thrived on it.

And...

Walter Brown always said

that Andy could light up a city with his energy.

Walter Brown, the psychiatrist?

Yes, yes, we've been close friends for years.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Alfaro.

You've been very helpful.

Mr. Mannix?

Uh... if someone did murder my husband...

find him?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Mannix...

Yes.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

When Mr. Alfaro went out the night of the accident,

was he driving, or was his chauffeur Leon Hanes with him?

No, I couldn't say, sir.

I was off that night.

Mm.

Did Mr. Alfaro ever drive the limousine himself?

Oh, never, sir.

That there was his pride and joy.

Yes, whenever he drove himself, that was the one for him.

Except it wasn't running too well lately.

Oh, well, these things are pretty and all, but...

they're like racehorses.

Temperamental, Mr. Alfaro used to say, God rest his soul.

Well, uh, thanks...

- Elizabeth. - Elizabeth.

Mr. Mannix?

Have you anything to do with the newspapers?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Oh.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just, a lot of those reporters...

Especially one of them... They came around

asking a lot of questions, about Leon and everything,

and he promised me that...

That he'd put your name in the papers?

Yes, sir.

But he never did.

Ah.

Elizabeth, uh, do you happen

to remember the name of this reporter?

Oh, it's...

Sanders, or some...

Saunders?

Yes, sir.

William Saunders.

And there's another odd angle.

The Alfaros are very close to a certain Dr. Walter Brown...

The same Dr. Brown who was close to Lou Reynolds.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Yeah, could be that Helen Alfaro and the good doctor

are somehow mixed up in this thing together.

I don't believe that about Helen Alfaro,

and I don't believe you do, either.

Since when are you and Helen Alfaro

such buddy-buddies?

I'm not. You are.

You liked her, and you believed her.

I heard it in your voice when you came in.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just a second.

Adam Tobias.

Yeah, Adam, what do you got?

Joe, more on Leon Hanes.

He's been in prison, and he's still on parole.

- Any family? - No, none we could find.

But he had a girlfriend, though... a Stella Carter.

27 Monroe Drive,

apartment five.

Thanks, Adam. Talk to you later.

Hmm.

If you need me, that's where I'll be.

Monroe Drive.

Are you sure you want to be disturbed?

I'll let you know when I see her.

Don't tell me.

We have a mutual friend, and he says hello.

I'm Joe Mannix.

I'm Stella.

Come on in.

Thank you.

You like a drink?

A cup of coffee is fine.

Well...

Who sent you over?

Leon Hanes.

What are you, Mister?

I'm a private investigator.

I was hoping you could maybe tell me where Hanes is.

I don't know any Leon Hanes.

Oh, now, Stella, come on.

Okay.

Is that supposed to be some kind of a crime?

I mean, I don't know where he is.

I haven't seen him in weeks.

But you are pretty good friends?

Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

Look, Mr. Mannix, you, uh...

you have your business, and I have mine.

And these are my working hours, so if you don't mind...

My... coffee?

You, uh...

take cream and sugar?

No, thanks. Black is fine.

What else do you want?

Do you know a man named Bill Saunders?

Yeah.

He was a friend of Leon's.

They talked up here a couple of times.

You, uh... you like music?

What did they talk about?

Oh, oh...

I don't know.

It was private.

Is, uh... is Leon in some kind of trouble?

You see, Mr. Mannix,

I haven't seen him since the day of the accident

with Alfaro, the man... the man he worked for.

I mean, where is he?

We made plans.

10,000 miles from here.

Anyplace I wanted to go, and I believed him.

Maybe he meant it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he meant it.

I mean, he had some big deal cooking.

Apparently the deal came through and...

Well, Leon decided to travel light.

That's all I know.

I hope you got your money's worth.

Now, if you don't mind...

Oh!

Look, I don't know what you're after,

but I know what you're gonna get unless you get out of here fast!

He was a champion of decency

and morality in a time when...

You're writing about him being dead, aren't you?

Yes.

It's called an obituary, Tina.

Tell them the truth.

Tell them I killed him.

Tina...

"The only thing it's going to get you is hurt."

Go on, Tina.

- Tina! - What are you trying to do to her, Mannix?

Push her over the edge?

No, pull her back.

That might happen when she finds out that Andrew Alfaro

and her father were killed by the same people.

You don't know that.

I do know that you're not too good at your job.

Meaning what?

A good research man would have

dug up the fact that Andrew Alfaro didn't drink.

Kind of makes you wonder how he drove over a cliff

in a drunken stupor, doesn't it?

A lot of drunks manage to keep their drinking quiet.

I think you're being taken in by somebody, Mannix.

And I think you're covering up something, Saunders.

Oh, we don't open for a couple hours.

Ah, good, then we can talk without being interrupted.

Haven't got time; I'm busy.

Make time.

Who are you?

A private detective.

Look, Mister,

I just mix drinks for the customers.

I keep my eyes open, my ears shut.

When your eyes were open a couple of weeks ago,

do you remember seeing a man named Andrew Alfaro

here at the bar?

Alfaro...

Yeah, I read about him.

He went off the mountain into the drink

about five miles down the line.

That the guy?

And according to the evidence,

he was in here first that night, lapping it up.

Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that.

That was my night off.

A regular night off?

It's easy to check.

Look, why hassle me?

I told the police everything I knew.

I think that's done.

Maybe you'd like to tell your story to the police again,

see if they can punch a few holes in it.

Okay... okay, it wasn't my regular night off.

What happened?

When the big boys tell you it's your night off, and it's not,

you take the night off.

The "big boys" meaning the Syndicate?

You said that, Mister.

So, they put their own man behind the bar,

and the next day he testifies that Alfaro left here drunk.

Nothing to do with me.

Then you don't know if Alfaro was driving himself that night

or if his chauffeur Leon Hanes was waiting outside?

Look, I told you, I don't know anything.

I-I got lost that night.

I went bowling.

Look, you're not going to say anything about this, are you?

I mean, if the boys found out...

They won't hear it from me.

Now just where was it Alfaro went into the drink?

Eagle Rock.

Leon Hanes was Alfaro's chauffeur.

So you figure it, Adam.

Yeah, but that doesn't necessarily mean

he was with him that night.

Look, the only time Alfaro drove himself

was when he was in his sports car.

He went over in the limousine.

You better be right.

Okay, you tell me where Leon Hanes is.

I don't know, but a lot of taxpayers' money

is going into a hunch.

Look, it scans, Adam.

Reynolds is dead.

Alfaro is dead.

The cop that handled the case

suddenly goes exploring the Amazon.

Bill Saunders is covering up like mad.

Plus, he's mixed up with Leon Hanes.

And that talkative bartender-witness

from the Dolphin turns out to be a Syndicate plant.

It's all so horrible.

Seeing her like this

and not even being able to talk to her.

I have to sneak in after she's asleep at night

just to be close to her.

What good is that?

Maybe it's what you need.

I need Tina.

I need her back.

Doctor, earlier today,

Tina seemed to slip into the past.

Seemed to be back with her father

just before he was killed.

Yes, that's auto-regression.

She's done the same thing with me.

Has she at any time mentioned the name Alfaro?

Alfaro?

Why would Tina connect anything that day with Andrew Alfaro?

What is the connection, Mr. Mannix?

Well, I don't know yet.

Edie, where is J.B. Kelley?

I don't know.

He hasn't been to his office,

and there's no answer at his apartment.

I just hope he hasn't been drinking again.

If he has, he could be most anywhere.

Why is it so important?

He was at the zoo that day.

He talked to your husband.

"They cover themselves too good."

"They cover themselves too good."

Tina.

- Tina! - Get out of here!

Go away, or I'll kill you, too!

Uh, yeah, thank you, thank you, Dr. Lewis.

I see.

Thank you.

He's at the Pacific Hills Sanitarium.

The doctor says he's in pretty bad shape.

Ginger ale.

Maybe J.B.'s the smart one.

No way.

Take care of her, Walter.

Edie...

that you?

It looks like you tied on a big one, J.B.

Would've-would've been more fun with you, Edie.

We've had our share, right?

Bad thing is Lou got to hate me so much.

I always liked Lou.

But he hated me.

He thought we were more than drunks together.

Funny thing is, we never were.

All the times we tied it on together,

you-you never really ever left Lou.

J.B...

The other day, when we were talking,

you mentioned meeting Lou just before he was killed.

Hmm?

No, I didn't meet him.

You made a mistake.

Come on now, you...

You followed him to the zoo.

He was there with Tina. What did you talk about?

Nothing.

I lied.

I wasn't even there.

J.B., Edie needs your help

the way Tina needs her mother.

Now, you're hurting both of them.

No, I don't know anything.

J.B., you're hurting Edie,

the one person in the whole world

who really cares about you.

Oh, I want to help you, Edie.

Tina's going to be all right.

Kids, they can get over anything.

No, no, not if they're permanently scarred, no.

Tina's got the mistaken idea that she killed her father.

You know better than that, don't you, J.B.?

Yes... yes...

They... They came to me.

They said, "Get Lou Reynolds off the Alfaro thing,

or we'll-we'll blow your brains out."

Oh, Edie, Edie, I couldn't talk to Lou.

He-He just wouldn't listen to me.

So...

they killed him.

J.B., where does Leon Hanes fit into this?

He-he found out about the Syndicate moving in on Alfaro.

So he sold the information to Lou,

and then the Syndicate found out that Hanes was talking.

They went to Saunders.

They told him to get Lou off the story,

same as they... did with me.

Knowing the kind of guy Lou was,

they were afraid he would make too much noise,

so they tried to keep him quiet by going through Saunders,

and Saunders started sabotaging

Lou's efforts to get at the truth.

Yeah.

Lou's dead, but...

Bill Saunders knows as much as Lou did.

Why hasn't the Syndicate moved in on him?

Unless he's got some kind of muscle.

Yes.

It's for you.

Hello.

We found Leon Hanes, Joe.

Where?

About a hundred yards from where Alfaro's car sank.

Weighted down with rocks.

Was a pretty good hunch, Joe.

It wasn't a hunch, Adam, it was a sure thing.

You are absolutely insane.

Bill, how can you throw away an opportunity like this?

A nationwide column, 400 newspapers.

It's too much for me, George; I changed my mind.

Look, if you are in some kind of trouble,

then tell me about it, let me help you.

Look, it isn't that! I just can't handle it!

Look, I'm no Lou Reynolds, okay?

He is out of his mind.

He refused the column.

He's just packing up and running off... why?

Yeah, maybe it's because Leon Hanes is dead.

Why didn't he just give them what they wanted?

Yeah, they move fast.

He put up a scrap.

Why'd they kill him?

What were they looking for?

A connection, maybe something that would finger

the Syndicate's attempt to take over Alfaro.

Still a piece missing.

You mean, uh, whatever they were looking for?

Maybe they found it; maybe it's all finished.

I don't think so.

- Mannix. - Joe,

Mrs. Reynolds just called.

She's very worried about Tina

and she wants to see you right away.

Come in, Joe.

How's Tina?

Nothing... she just keeps slipping in and out.

She's okay one minute and then the next, she's gone again.

Edith... Edith has agreed,

we're taking Tina to the clinic this afternoon.

The attempt on your life, Mr. Mannix, has convinced Tina

that she has the power to will someone dead.

Does she know about Saunders?

Of course I know.

I heard it on the radio.

Bill's dead.

You want to know why?

Because you killed him, right?

He was supposed to be your friend,

he was supposed to come and stay with you,

but instead he ran away.

So you got mad and you killed him, right?

Joe!

What are you trying to do?

Am I right, Tina?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Mannix, you are working in a very dangerous area.

What Tina needs is the truth, and the truth is inside.

Now, you went to the zoo that day, Tina...

You and your father... And then Mr. Kelly came along.

No, it was just the two of us.

It was our special day.

That's right, and then Mr. Kelly came along.

"They cover themselves too good, Lou."

"They cover themselves too good, Lou."

"They cover themselves too good, Lou."

"The only thing it's going to get you is hurt."

I-I'm, uh... I'm not afraid of them.

"Let me tell you something, J.B.

"They took the chauffeur out of circulation,

"along with what he had to say.

But I've got a pretty good idea where to get 'em back."

Daddy!

Oh... now, it's going to be all right, Tina.

It's all right, honey.

It's all going to be just fine.

Now, you never hurt anyone in your whole life,

least of all your daddy.

Tina, honey, I'm going to find out who did, huh?

And then I'm gonna come back,

and when I do, we're going to spend some time together, okay?

Promise?

Sure.

Now you go with the doctor.

There, there, there.

I know you're trouble, but you still look good.

Hello, Stella.

If you came to tell me about Saunders, I already know.

Leon is dead, too.

How'd that happen?

He was murdered.

Wow.

Whatever happened to natural causes?

Stella...

Look, uh, you told me your news, Mr. Mannix.

Thanks.

Leon Hanes is dead and you can help nail his killers.

Oh, now, you gotta be kidding.

I mean, because Leon is dead,

that I should turn into a good citizen

as if I don't care about breathing anymore?

I mean, really, that's very funny.

Stella, whether you like it or not, you're in up to your neck.

Well... I'll try to be sure that's as far as it goes.

They're not through with you.

You've already had one visit.

Oh, those are your friends, buster.

They were looking for you.

Wrong... they were looking for something in this apartment.

Bill Saunders asked the questions, Leon did the talking.

Where are the tapes, Stella?

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

Don't try to deal with them.

You'll end up on a slab, like Leon.

I don't have any tapes.

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

All right.

Good luck, Stella.

Now, look, there's going to be no more talk,

no more bargaining.

You know the deal.

All right.

- Where are the tapes? - Oh, no.

You first.

Turn around.

Easy.

Back upstairs.

$200,000... you want to count it?

Is... is this stuff real?

If the tapes are.

Where are they?

On ice.

George.

Look what I found out in the hall.

Oh, I miscalculated.

I didn't know you were already here.

How'd you find out, Joe?

Outside the elevator at Saunders' apartment, you said,

"Why didn't he just give 'em what they wanted?"

You knew Saunders wasn't all they were after.

They were looking for something.

You knew too much.

And the tapes?

Something Tina said about the meeting

between Lou Reynolds and J.B. at the zoo.

Lou talked about Leon Hanes and what he had to say.

He said, "Got a pretty good idea of where to get them back."

Took a while, and then it hit me.

Those tapes proved Alfaro had been murdered.

Your employers will be interested in those.

Why did you bother hiring me in the first place, George?

Just to show my good intentions.

I was stupid.

I sure wouldn't figure you for the Syndicate.

Well, I'm not.

I'm just like a lot of other people...

I only do what I'm told.

They're into you?

They own me lock, stock, and barrel,

including the ink and the presses.

It sometimes happens when you go to the wrong people for money.

Maybe you gave in too easy, George.

Oh, sure, stay and slug it out like Alfaro.

You were the go-between, weren't you?

You were to talk Alfaro into playing ball with the Syndicate.

He was going to turn me in to the FBI.

So they knocked him off.

Come on, what do we do with him?

That's your business.

Joe!

Hold it!

Yeah, thanks, Stella.

Well... Leon did something for me after all.

That was his gun.

Don't be too disappointed, darling.

Something...

something very important must have come up.

People always say they'll do things.

Then they go away and never come back.

Maybe it is my fault.

Chocolate okay?

There you are.

Edie?

Why not?

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's always the wrong things

that keep you from the good things.

I thought that you weren't going...

You... you thought that I was going to be gone forever?

Oh, come on now, Tina, I wouldn't hurt you.

You know, some people spend their whole lives

hurting themselves... Like George Millard.

That's why he's in prison.

But there's only one way you can really hurt

each other inside...

and that's when you stop loving each other.