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Darling, you can't expect
her voice to be perfect.

I mean, it's been a year.

And after all, we do
open Saturday night.

Oh, cut it out, Marla.

She's had a tough time.

Her voice'll be
fine by Saturday.

Did I say something nasty?

Oh, dear, and I try so hard.

Sometimes would
you try putting yourself

in Barbara Sonderman's place?

I always do.

Sopranos! Oh...!

♪♪

♪♪

It's quittin' time.

How was I, Paul?

Good as you ever were, Barbara.

No, better.

Honey, quit punishing yourself.

It's all there.

You'll be great tomorrow
for the dress rehearsal.

How nice to have somebody
who really believes in you again.

How long have I been
pounding the keyboard for you?

- Five years.
- It's more like six.

Baby, we all get scared.

Talent, it's a mystery.

But you've got it.

Saturday night you'll
have 'em all cheering.

They'll need an extra
dressing room for the flowers.

- I guarantee it.
- Thanks, Paul.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

♪♪

What is it, Barbara?

- Andy!
- What's wrong?

You okay, Miss Sonderman?

Uh, yes, fine, Grady.

I thought I heard a shot.

- A shot?
- Yeah, in the theater.

No, I just knocked over a lamp.

Yeah? Well, it sounded
like a gun to me.

The bulb exploded.

We don't want anything
happening to you.

Nothing will happen
to me, Grady.

My contract doesn't allow it.

With a spirit like that,
Saturday's got to be

- your lucky night.
- Thank you.

Barbara... what did
happen out there?

I think somebody
tried to kill me.

Good morning, Peggy.

Good morning, Joe.

- Oh, Brownie called.
- Yeah? Any luck?

She said the opera's been
sold out for over a month,

but she managed
to scare up one ticket

for opening night Saturday.

Good old Brownie.

She said you wouldn't
think so when you got her bill.

Not this time...
It's worth it to see

Barbara Sonderman's first
performance in over a year.

There's only one thing, Joe.

You'll be seeing
her before that.

- Meaning what?
- She called you.

Barbara Sonderman?!

- Carmen herself.
- About what?

She didn't say; she
just said it was important.

And I take it you
accepted for me.

Joe, I know how
much you love opera...

and beautiful women.

You know, after all
these years, Peggy,

you're really
getting to know me.

You're due in her
dressing room at 3:00.

She's having a rehearsal now.

Meanwhile, I, uh, did
a rundown on the lady.

Some gal... A string
of broken hearts

from Rome to London
and all points west.

So I've heard.

Joe...

Los Angeles is still open.

I'll try to be careful.

♪♪

Okay, folks, now, tomorrow
we're gonna have two rehearsals...

10:00 in the morning,
2:00 tomorrow afternoon.

Please be on time
for both, will you?

Thank you very much.

Who is it?

Joe Mannix.

Oh, yes.

Come in, please.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Miss Sonderman.

I always thought
private detectives

wore felt hats and
pencil moustaches.

Well, I could send out for them.

That won't be necessary.

Actually, Miss Sonderman,
I didn't expect to see you

until Saturday night.

You're coming to the opening?

Yes.

A private detective
who goes to opera?

Unless there happens to be a
hard rock concert at the Bowl.

Would it bother you if I
changed while we talk?

Not at all.

I hope you won't be
disappointed on Saturday.

I used to be a very
good Carmen...

before I stopped singing.

Why did you stop?

My voice started to go.

You have any idea what that
means to a singer, Mr. Mannix?

Some.

Death.

Like an early death.

Hm.

Miss Sonderman, uh...
you didn't call me here

because you've had
trouble with your voice.

No.

Yesterday, after
the run-through,

someone tried to kill me.

Kill you?

I was alone on stage.

There was a shot.

It just missed me.

Did you call the police?

- No.
- Why not?

It's been a long year.

I've waited a long time.

I've got my voice back,

and I want my
return Saturday night

to be the best
performance of my career.

I'm not going to
have it postponed

or cancelled for anything.

Not even if your
life's in danger?

The only life I have,
Mr. Mannix, is singing.

Do you have any
idea who shot at you?

None.

How about Karl Henning?

What have you been reading?

Back issues...
Newspapers, magazines.

Publicity.

Waste of a lot of good trees.

Not all of it.

You graduated from high school

and you went to study

with an internationally
known voice coach.

You had your operatic
debut in Carmen at La Scala.

Great success.

"The best young
soprano in years."

Well, that's what
Newsworld said.

And then, uh, along
came Karl Henning.

What did Newsworld
say about Karl?

He had too much money;

you had too much
temperament... boom!

Boom is right.

We kept exploding
in each other's face.

That was a long time ago,
and I haven't seen Karl in years.

And, you know,
if he shot at me...

it was an awfully
delayed reaction.

Hm.

Does anybody else
know about the shooting?

Andrew Jordan.

He should be waiting outside.

I advised her to go to
the police, Mr. Mannix.

I still think she should.

What Andy is, is, um...

well, I guess you could
say he's my honorary uncle.

I've known Barbara
since she was a child.

In Santa Marina; that's
a little town up north.

He's an investment banker.

But I'm his real
investment... aren't I, Andy?

She has a great
gift, Mr. Mannix.

I heard her sing the first time

the day she graduated
from Santa Marina High.

16, and all legs.

Oh-ho-ho, all voice, my dear,

right from the start.

It was Andy who
persuaded my father

to send me to Rome to study.

She would have
withered in Santa Marina.

Poor Daddy, he...

he thought singing
was all right for a girl,

if she did it in the
kitchen while she cooked.

Your father was a
policeman, as I remember.

Cop.

Daddy always said he
was a small-town cop.

He never even heard me sing.

Andy was going to bring
him to Italy for my debut.

- Now, Barbara...
- What happened?

Well, a week before
Barbara sang at La Scala,

- her father was killed.
- How?

It was a hit-and-run car.

Oh, Barbara!

Ah.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello, Marla.

You were fabulous today.

Absolutely fabulous.

Joe Mannix, my
understudy, Marla Vaughan.

Hello.

How do you do?

You know, I heard the
wildest rumor last night.

Really?

Of course, I didn't
believe a word of it.

I mean, you know
people at parties.

I said, "Darling,
I know Barbara,

"and she'll open Saturday night,

even if she has to
sing on crutches."

Are you with the
media, Mr. Mannix?

No.

You look like you're
with the media.

Doesn't he, Barbara?

Mr. Mannix is a
private detective.

Oh.

Well, then it's true, darling.

What is?

That you're being threatened.

Who told you she
was being threatened?

I can't remember exactly, and...

and besides, I was sort
of zeroed in on the host.

You remember him,
don't you, darling?

Karl Henning?

Somebody shot at Barbara?

At your party last night,
somebody told Marla Vaughan

that Barbara was
being threatened.

Marla... Oh, yes, Barbara's
understudy... in the red dress.

- Or almost in it.
- Mm.

She, uh, say who told
her about the threat?

She couldn't remember.

She was concentrating on you.

Mr. Mannix, I had over
100 guests at that party.

20 of them I know,
the rest are freeloaders.

Can I fix you a drink?

No, thanks.

But I can tell you one thing.

Barbara Sonderman's
beautiful, intelligent, a great talent.

We had quite a year together.

It was... what's the
word? Unforgettable.

But little old Barbara is
also the kind of woman

who would walk
through a brick wall

if what she wanted happened
to be on the other side.

Mm-hmm.

What would you say
is on the other side?

Publicity.

You're saying the shot

at the theatre was
a publicity stunt?

If there was a shot.

She didn't call the newspapers.

She's smarter than that.

She hires a detective instead.

But the story will leak.

Sorry, Mr. Henning,
but I don't buy that.

That's because you don't
know little old Barbara.

But you do, darling, don't you?

Intimately.

Isn't that how you know her?

I was just answering a few
questions for Mr. Mannix.

How nice.

Mr. Mannix, this is
Angela Talbot, my fiancée.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

And how long have you
known Barbara, Mr. Mannix?

I met Miss Sonderman
for the first time today.

Oh.

Try two days.

Maybe you'll know
her intimately, too.

Mr. Mannix is a private
investigator, dear.

Oh, is she breaking up
somebody's marriage?

Not exactly.

Somebody tried
to kill her last night.

Oh.

I take it they missed.

Yes.

Just my luck.

Oh, hey, I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean that.

I don't want Barbara hurt.

It's just that I'm jealous.

She's famous, smart...

and what am I?

I'm stupidly rich.

And beautiful.

Mr. Mannix,

Angela and I are getting
married next month.

It's going to be
a good marriage,

and a happy one.

And that's what
Barbara can't stand...

Someone else's happiness.

So, you can tell her for me,

if she tries to break
this up, I will stop her.

I'll stop her dead.

Peggy, uh, Angela
Talbot... Check her out...

Root, branch and bank account.

Right.

Oh, and, uh, Karl Henning, too.

Henning?

With two yachts and
a jet, I'd say he's rich.

Well, find out how rich.

I'll be back in a
couple of minutes.

You just got here.

Ever since I left
the Music Center,

somebody's been following me.

He's outside.

I'm going out the back way.

Keep looking straight ahead.

Hey, I'm clean. What is this?

You've been tailing
me all day... why?

I've been thinking about
buying a new car like yours.

You better talk straight,

or you won't be
talking at all for a while.

Who are you? Easy.

Anthony Spinner.

That's right, Mannix.

I'm one of the tribe.

Private eye like
you, bonded and all.

This is an Illinois license.

I like the California sunshine.

Who hired you to follow me?

Karl Henning.

Henning? Why?

He likes to know exactly

who's hanging around
with his girlfriend.

Angela Talbot?

I said girlfriend.

She's the bride.

Then who?

Barbara Sonderman.

Who was it, Joe?

Someone with bad news.

What kind of bad news?

According to our
friend out there,

my client's been
holding back on me.

Who is he?

His I.D. said he was
a private investigator.

But you think he's a phony.

Anthony Spinner, Illinois.

Check him out, Peggy.

Right.

What exactly did he say, Joe?

Well, that Barbara
Sonderman and Karl Henning

still have that
old flame burning,

only this time in... secret.

And you believe him?

I'm trying not to.

Why don't you ask the
lady her side of the story?

Yeah, call her, Peggy.

Tell her I want to see her.

It's important, huh?

Right.

Joe...

you really like her, don't you?

That's right, Peggy.

I don't care what he told you.

He's lying.

I'm not Karl Henning's girl.

I'm not his anything.

Spinner's a hired hand.

He's a private
detective like I am.

What's his percentage in lying?

Ask him.

Does Karl Henning hate you?

Karl's a gambler.

He doesn't hate.

He calculates.

He's got the idea
that you're trying

to break up his engagement
to Angela Talbot.

Are you?

Leave me alone.

I've answered enough questions.

You're paying me to do a job.

I'm trying to do it.

Are you trying to break them up?

What for?

He's welcome to
Angela... and her money.

- I've an idea he needs it.
- Why?

'Cause he's drawn pretty thin.

Oh, they're not about
to repossess his yacht,

but Angela Talbot's family
represents a lot of ready cash.

And he's not going to let
anything rock his marriage.

Are you trying to say
it might have been Karl

who fired that shot at
me... to scare me off?

It's possible.

It's also ridiculous.

Now look, Barbara,
somebody pulled that trigger.

There has to be a reason.

I'm tired, I've had a long day,

and I've got an early rehearsal.

Sure.

Joe?

I'm sorry.

I don't get angry at
people I don't care about.

I like you.

Very much.

From the second you
walked into my dressing room

without a felt hat and
a pencil moustache.

Maybe I was a little rough
on you, Barbara, but...

somebody wants you dead,
and I've got to find out why.

Okay?

Okay.

Now, uh,

during this year,
did anything happen,

when you stopped singing,
that could explain the shot?

Nothing I know of.

I hid.

I pulled the shades
down and sat... alone.

I tried to put my
life together again.

How?

Writing about it.

My own autobiography, sort of.

One or two publishers
have asked to see it.

Mm-hmm.

Would there be anything in it
somebody wouldn't want known?

You mean juicy?

Mm-hmm.

No.

Just my own personal history.

Santa Marina, my father,

La Scala, Rome.

Could I see it?

If you can read my handwriting.

It's in my desk.

Who is it?

Andy.

Oh, Andy!

Just stopped by on
my way to the airport.

Good evening, Mr. Mannix.

Jordan.

You're not leaving town.

What about the opening Saturday?

Oh, I'll be back in time.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

I've got some
business to take care of.

Um, any progress?

Loose ends.

Well, I still think Barbara
should go to the police.

Now can't you
convince her of that?

She never listens to
any advice I give her.

Only financial, Andy.

He may be right, Barbara.

This guy's a real pro.

Wore used hiking
boots, oversized.

No way of tracing
the footprints.

Yeah, it figures.

You want me to
leave a man behind,

just to make sure nothing
happens to Miss Sonderman?

No, thanks. I've,
uh, got a better idea.

Joe, I think I ought
to call the maestro

or Grady or somebody to take...

No, Barbara, you
cannot call the maestro

or the company manager.

Now, if nobody knows where
you are for the time being,

you'll be safe, hm?

Anything else, Joe?

Mm...

Yes, Peggy, yeah.

You can go home.

He's stubborn and
opinionated, Miss Sonderman.

But listen to him.

He's right an
awful lot of the time.

I will.

Good night.

- Thanks, Peggy.
- Good night, Peggy.

You know, I guess
it's just beginning

to sink in for the first time.

Somebody really
does want me killed.

I don't think so.

Well, Joe, a firebomb
was thrown at me tonight.

Not at you.

But I was shot at, wasn't I?

But you weren't hit.

Luck.

No, it wasn't luck.

I'm beginning to think that that
firebomb was meant for the desk,

not you.

They don't want you dead,

just frightened.

But why?

Barbara...

was the manuscript in your desk

the only copy you had?

Yes.

But I told you, it was
mostly about myself.

Barbara...

you can't write a book
about a life like yours

and not involve other people.

You're not an island,
you're populated.

Somebody didn't want
that book published.

Why?

Let's start back a little.

Now, you, uh... you said
your father was a cop.

And he was killed
by a hit-and-run driver

about a week before
you opened at La Scala.

Yes.

I loved him, Joe.

He didn't know anything
about opera, or art,

and La Scala might have been
a place they made pizza but...

everything he had, he gave me.

And that included,
beside his love,

every penny he had.

Mm. To study in Italy?

Mm-hmm.

$10,000.

Everything he had
in his pension fund.

How long was your father on
the police force in Santa Marina?

Mm, eight years.

I think we'd better go up there.

To Santa Marina?

Mm-hmm.

The arrow keeps
pointing in that direction.

North.

I sent for the files,
Miss Sonderman.

I really didn't have to.

I remember the
circumstances clearly.

You see, I handled
the details personally.

It's a tragedy, you know.

Your dad was really well-liked.

Chief, you were the one that
notified Miss Sonderman...

and arranged about the money?

Yeah, his pension fund.

What was left after
the funeral expenses.

I figured you'd
want it done right.

Oh, yes, of course.

You were very kind, thank you.

It cost only a little more
than $500, but still it was nice.

I sent you the rest.

Everything left in
the pension fund.

That's after the
$10,000 was withdrawn.

What $10,000?

Well, the money my father
took out of the pension fund,

two months before he died.

There must be some
mistake, Miss Sonderman.

There was little
less than $2,600

in your dad's pension account.

That's all the money he had?

As far as I know.

Joe, you knew, didn't you?

We came up here
because of that $10,000.

It was just too much for a
policeman to accumulate

in a pension fund
in eight years.

You mean... honestly.

There's no way that
money could have

come out of that
pension fund, Barbara.

Now if it didn't,

if it was blackmail or a payoff,

it would explain maybe
why you've been pressured,

maybe even why
your father was killed.

You didn't know my father.

He wouldn't have
touched that kind of money.

Maybe not to buy a set
of golf clubs or a big car.

But, uh, for you...
he just might have.

Me?!

Yeah, he had a kid,

a kid with a rare gift.

Somebody must have said:
"Nils, that daughter of yours,

"she's got a golden
voice and a big future

if you can get her
to Europe to study."

Futures are expensive.

He didn't have the
money to bankroll it.

So he did something
he'd never done

in all his years as a cop.

He took.

They waved money
in front of him and, uh...

he took.

What did he have to sell?

Well, I don't know, Barbara.

But whatever it was,

I think it could be the
reason he was killed.

We pay, don't we?

Sooner or later, the
man comes along...

he collects.

It happened right
here, stretch of road,

eight, nine miles
outside of town.

What was Sonderman
doing out there?

Looking for a runaway boy.

Jeffrey Blake.

Nils, I guess, figured
the kid was hitchhiking.

Evidently he stopped
the car for some reason,

got out, started
across the road.

From here to here.

Then what happened?

I figure the hit-and-run
came from here,

speeding around the
curve, hit Nils at this point.

What about the boy?

Turned out he was already
on his way back home.

One of those bad breaks.

Yeah.

Could I see the file
on the case, Sergeant?

Sure.

It's right over here.

You know, we conducted
an investigation.

There wasn't anything.

A hit-and-run, that's
all that turned up.

And a dead cop.

Huh.

"Local Police Officer
Hit-and-Run Victim".

I did a piece myself
on all those cars coming

lickety-split off that road
Henning built out there.

Karl Henning?

Right.

Where did the road go?

Out into the marsh.

Henning had a
geologist's report that

under the marsh there was oil.

Was there?

No.

But it took a pile of
money to put that road in.

Word got around Henning
was running pretty tight on cash

before he quit drilling,
and he was having trouble

getting financing for it.

But it didn't last.

Money came in from somewhere.

But the talk was,

the money had a smell to it.

Hmm.

Uh... what kind of smell?

Underworld.

Henning isn't a
man to be particular.

A year later he found
oil in the channel,

got his leases cleared,
and he was back in business.

Now the town's cheering him on.

Everybody's
figuring to be rich, fat,

and happy as a
clam on a windy day.

Then it was mainly
Henning's cars

using the road where
Nils Sonderman was killed?

That's right.

Yeah.

Sonderman was looking
for a runaway boy that day...

Jeffrey Blake.

Do you know if Blake is
still living here in town?

Jeff? Why, sure.

He's working for
Henning Enterprises.

Been three, four years now.

Hm.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Kramer.

No... Ms.

Got to keep with it.

Of course.

Can I help you, Mister?

Yes. I was told I
could find Jeff Blake

here at this loading area.

Is he around?

Sure thing.

I'd like to talk to him.

Not on company time.

Chuck... it's all right.

I'll vouch for Mr. Mannix.

Sure thing, Miss Talbot.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm. Isn't
Santa Marina a little bit

out of your territory,
Mr. Mannix?

Well, when I'm working on a
case, I cover a lot of ground.

Is Mr. Henning around?

No, he's in
Sacramento for the day.

I'm Jeff Blake.

Oh, Jeff, this is Mr. Mannix.

He's a private investigator.

He's representing
a friend of ours.

So answer all his questions, hm?

Sure, Miss Talbot.

Shoot, Mannix.

Jeff, some years ago,
you ran away from home

and a local policeman
named Nils Sonderman

went looking for you,

got himself killed
by a hit-and-run car.

Yeah, that was a real
bummer for Sonderman.

I mean, a thing like that
happening after he found me.

After he found you?

Well, yeah.

Can you, uh, show me where?

Sure.

You're sure this is where
Sonderman picked you up?

Pretty sure.

Yeah.

Look, it was a long time ago.

Things change.

This road's been abandoned

since they built that
highway down there.

But, uh... yeah...

Nils found me right about here,

trying to thumb a
hitch to Sacramento.

Why Sacramento?

My old man works up there.

I didn't get to see
him all that summer,

and I got this
idea in my head...

Hike to Sacramento,
spend the summer with him.

Pretty dumb, huh?

What was I supposed to do,
sit around his office all day?

Anyway, Nils got to me.

Man, he sure fanned
my tail for me, too!

For taking off?

More for scaring the
daylights out of my mom.

I haven't run away since.

Did, uh, Nils drive you home?

He was about to.

He'd just about convinced
me to go back with him.

I started to get in the car,

when another car
came along that road.

Right there.

Nils started acting
kind of strange.

Because of the car?

Because of the
two guys in it, I think.

- Nils knew them.
- Did you?

Uh-uh.

Could you describe
what either one

of the two men in
the car looked like?

Look, Mr. Mannix,
I was just thinking

about what was
waiting for me at home.

Well, what happened then?

Well...

I remember the
car pulled alongside,

and the two guys looked at Nils,

and he said to me, "Go
on, Jeff, beat it home.

I got some business
to take care of."

Then he kind of give
me a shove to get started.

So I took off.

You're sure you can't remember

what either one of the
two men looked like?

They just didn't register.

I guess I haven't been
too much help to you, huh?

Ah, you been just fine, Jeff.

Let's go.

Hang on, I think
we're in trouble.

♪♪

Well, you seem to be
in one piece, Mr. Mannix.

You're going to have a sore gut

and a variety of
black and blue marks

for a week or so, but
that's about the damage.

How is the boy Jeff
Blake coming along?

He was banged up pretty badly,
but he'll walk out of here, too.

Joe, what are you
doing out of bed?

Standing.

Shouldn't he be resting, Doctor?

Not here.

We need the room.

Peggy, I'm fine.

Fine?

Get practically
killed, and he's fine.

He was lucky this time.

And I came chasing
all the way up here

to sit in on the
reading of his will.

Well, you can just chase
yourself right back to L.A.

and keep an eye on the store.

I'll see that you get to
the airport, Mrs. Fair.

Thank you, Doctor.

And my cab down here comes
out of my expense account?

Fine, as long as you get out
of here so I can get dressed.

Take care, Joe.

Joe, are you all right?

Fine, I'm just
fine, never better.

Andy called me to
tell me what happened.

I was so worried.

I heard about it when
I got off the plane.

Joe... was it an accident?

About as much of an accident
as the one that killed your father.

Mr. Jordan, as one of the
leading investment bankers

here in Santa Marina,
I imagine you followed

Karl Henning's business
career pretty closely.

Yes, I have.

Thank you.

Some years ago, when
Henning's oil wells came up dry,

there were some rumors
that he was being refinanced

by underworld money.

Joe!

He kept it well hidden, Barbara.

There's no way you
could have known.

Is that true?

Why do you ask?

Your local newspaper
editor seems to think

there was some
heat in all that smoke.

Well, she's not a source I'd
go to for accurate information.

However, Henning did
approach several people I knew

to arrange a loan.

Bankers here in Santa Marina?

Yes.

Did they stake him?

- No.
- Why not?

Well, it appeared Mr. Henning's
operating capital had come

from an investment
trust in the Midwest.

There were allegations...
Unproven, of course...

The trust was an
underworld front.

What happened?

They turned Henning's
application down.

What did Henning
have to say about that?

Oh, he denied having anything
to do with the investment trust.

Joe, what does all this
have to do with my father?

I think he found out that
Henning's money came

from that particular trust.

It was hot money.

They fed it into
legitimate businesses.

They invested with
speculators like Henning.

I think your father was about
to blow the whistle on him,

so they paid him
off to keep quiet.

And he took the
money for my sake,

to... to give me a career.

I'm afraid so, Barbara.

Maybe that's why
they killed him.

Wasn't the kind of
motive they could trust.

What do we do now?

Well, Jeff Blake said he
saw two men in the car

when he was with Nils.

He didn't recognize
either one of them but, uh...

I'm beginning to have an idea
who one of them might have been.

Karl Henning.

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Stay here.

♪♪

Stay here.

He may need help.

♪♪

Hold it, Spinner.

Now lose the gun.

Stop!

Right there!

Oh, thank you, Barbara.

I never meant to kill him.

Oh, Andy, don't blame yourself.

The police understood,
it was self-defense.

He would have used that crowbar.

That's why I pulled the trigger.

Sorry, Jordan.

I've been thinking about it.

It just doesn't wash.

What are you talking about?

You.

I think you killed Spinner

before he could
point a finger at you.

Joe!

You think I killed
him deliberately?

I just couldn't buy Karl
Henning being the murderer.

He wouldn't have
tried to kill Jeff Blake.

That's where the
thinking went all wrong.

But Jeff saw the men
my father talked to.

He was a witness.

Isn't that why they tried
to kill him yesterday?

Yeah... but they
weren't afraid of him

until I showed up and
started asking questions.

But Jeff worked for Henning.

He would have known if
it was Henning in the car.

How about you, Jordan?

Do you think he might
have recognized you?

Andy?!

At least one of the killers
had to be from Santa Marina,

had to be the contact
man who bribed your father.

Are you saying I gave
Nils that $10,000?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

There were two men in that car.

Spinner had to be
the second man.

By the way, Jordan, uh...

uh, what does Spinner do

when he's not posing
as a private eye?

Syndicate soldier?

Because that bank in
Chicago is a Syndicate front.

My guess is that you're
representing that bank.

First, my father...

and then you tried...

I never tried to
hurt you, Barbara.

What else have I ever had?

I thought I was helping Nils
give you what you wanted...

A marvelous life.

Can't you see it was for you?

Did you kill him for me, too?

They didn't trust Nils.

You don't know
what they're like.

I tried to convince them.

That's why they
sent Spinner here.

And then...

I thought...

with Nils gone...

I'd be all you had.

Can't you see?

All this because of what they
thought might be in my book?

They were afraid that your book
might start someone thinking.

Why didn't they just kill me?

How long have you been
in love with her, Jordan?

Forever.

Thank you.

Beautiful.

Joe, I...

New York, London, Rome, Paris...

We're just on different
time schedules.

You couldn't settle for standing
in the wings, could you...

waiting for the curtain to fall?

It's not exactly my style.

It's what I have to do.

It's what my father
gave his life for.

I know.

Three minutes to
overture, Miss Sonderman.

Good-bye, Barbara.

Places, please.

Two minutes to overture.

Come on, kids.

Hurry up.

Better hurry to your
seat, Mr. Mannix,

you'll miss Miss Sonderman.

I already do.