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Good evening,
sir. Can I help you?

You certainly can.

My friend here never shoots
anybody with glasses on...

unless he has to.

Open the gate, friend.

Take the desk.

Come on. Inside, friend,
where all the nice money is.

Yes, sir.

Come on. Hurry up.

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Joe, are we open?

Maybe. Why?

There's a Mr. Prentiss outside.

Mr. Mark Prentiss.

The legal eagle?

I saw him on a TV
talk show last week.

I asked him to wait.

Ah, never make a
lawyer wait, Peggy.

It's very expensive.

Show him in.

Mr. Prentiss, won't you come in?

Thank you.

Mr. Prentiss.

Mr. Mannix.

Can we, uh, get
right to the point?

Of course. Please sit down.

Thank you.

I use the safe-deposit
vault at the Bedford Hotel.

And last night, that
vault was broken into.

Yes, I was just
reading about it.

They got away with
about $150,000 in jewelry,

a hunk of cash, bonds...

And a briefcase.

A briefcase?

Mine, as it happens.

Recover it by
Tuesday, Mr. Mannix,

and I'll write you
a check for $5,000.

That's some briefcase.

What was in it?

Papers, depositions...

to be used as evidence
in a murder trial.

Useless to anyone else,

but absolutely essential to
me, if I'm to free my client.

I must have them back.

Now who's your client?

Vince Adante.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Prentiss,

but I suddenly don't like
the smell of your briefcase.

Adante is innocent.

Vince Adante doesn't
know what the word means.

Mr. Mannix, my client is
facing a 20-year sentence.

Suppose a year from
now, two years, five...

That missing evidence turns up?

How responsible would you
feel for Adante's false conviction?

The law judges a man's
guilt on a particular charge.

It acquits a man on
the basis of evidence,

and that evidence was in my
briefcase in my safe-deposit box

at the Bedford Hotel, and I
must have that briefcase back.

- It is worth $5,000 to me.
- But not to me.

Now, I have a great deal of
respect for you, counselor,

but I don't like Vince
Adante, guilty or innocent.

Now, you'd be
wasting your money.

Besides, that briefcase is
probably in a sewer by now.

All right, Mr. Mannix...

find me that sewer.

Adante?!

You gotta be kidding.

Business that bad, huh, Joe?

Mark Prentiss touched my heart.

Goose feathers.

The D.A.'s got Adante cold.

Prentiss figures the stuff in
the briefcase might warm him up.

No chance.

We finally got him nailed
and he's gonna stay nailed.

The desk clerk
give you anything?

Oh, yeah, yeah. An excellent
description of the gun.

Unfortunately, he was too scared

to look up to see
who was holding it.

No prints? No other witnesses?

Joe, it was 1:30.
The street was empty.

The lobby was empty.

Okay if I talk to this, what's
his name, the night clerk?

Christopher. Perry Christopher.

Yeah, but you're
gonna have to wait,

'cause last night
really ruined him, man.

Doctor's got him
in bed and sedated.

You're gonna have to wait a
day to get his blood pressure up.

Mm.

Tobias.

What?

Oh, for...

Tell him to relax.

I'll be right over.

Bedford Hotel.

Everybody who had an extra
diamond necklace or bearer bond

stashed in the
vault is screaming.

Mind if I tag along?

Sure. Why not?

Save you gas.

Any idea why they hit this
particular section, Adam?

I don't know. Maybe
they grabbed, Joe.

$125,000 in jewelry and
some bonds and cash.

That's not bad for a
couple minutes' work.

Oh, come on, Adam, there's
stuff in here worth twice that much.

Well, maybe they
ran out of time.

They could have heard
the elevator, you know.

I don't buy it.

They hit that
section like a target,

looted it fast and took off.

- So what?
- So, it bothers me.

- Why?
- They're obviously professionals.

Really?

Yeah, it bothers me when
pros play like amateurs.

Couple of questions
won't hurt, Louie.

Questions, no.

Answers is what gets you killed.

I should be in a box.

Is that what you want, Joe?

The Hotel Bedford
take, who's fencing it?

I don't know and
I'm glad I don't.

Louie...

Joe, believe me,
the stuff's dynamite.

Stay away from it.

Let's have it.

Am I a friend, Joe?
Would I steer you wrong?

I told you, lay off.

The big boys are in it.

The Syndicate?

Think I'm getting a chill.

It's the damp.

Who's buying it?

Would you hold out on
me, Louie? An old friend?

It's a rumor, just a rumor.

Only fence in town who'd
touch it is Eddie Richter.

Richter? I thought
he went straight.

About a month, that's all.

Then he went broke.

There's the ones that did it.

- What?
- The ponies.

The ones he bet
were bigger, maybe,

but not necessarily faster.

The ponies broke him,

so he needs a
score... A big score.

What he'll wind up
with is a big sleep.

Yeah, thanks, Louie.

Send me a bill, huh?

Joe.

You gonna see Eddie Richter?

Maybe.

Take flowers.

The Bedford heist.

The Bedford heist.

Oh, are you kidding?

Somebody's putting
you on, Mannix.

That's right, Richter, my
sources put me right on to you.

Well, you should
double-check your sources.

I wouldn't touch a stone
of the Bedford heist.

Now, look, Richter, they
grabbed a briefcase in that heist.

That's all I'm after.

I ain't got money
to pay the phone bill.

You could retire on
what I owe in back taxes.

How could I possibly handle
a... a deal like the Bedford?

Okay, Richter.

We'll let it ride.

Uh, listen, Eddie...

if they should just
happen to contact you,

and if you just happen
to change your mind

about fencing the jewels...

tell the boys I'm only
after the briefcase.

And I'm paying for its return.

Richter.

Yeah?

What brought Mannix here?

Heat, that's what
brought him here.

That stuff from the Bedford's
hotter than you told me.

You'll have to cool it
off a little more, Ozzie.

Like how much more?

I pay ten on the dollar.

Give me the stuff, Richter.

There you are, Ozzie.

30 cents on the dollar.

20 on the dollar.

Cash.

Now, that's it, Ozzie.

I'm in the wrong
end of the business.

Okay, okay.

He'd have gone to 25
if you'd waited, Ozzie.

And don't be a hero!

I've had a bad day.

Keep your hands in sight.

Over there, both of you.

What's this guy want,
a piece of the action?

Ask him.

The briefcase.

What are you talking about?

Ozzie, I get very nervous
when I have to repeat myself.

What briefcase? I don't know
nothing about no briefcase!

Mannix, who are you calling?

I've got this strange
feeling that this jewelry's hot.

I'm reporting a robbery,
like a good citizen.

Now wait a minute...

The briefcase?

Mannix, I don't
even own a briefcase!

Lieutenant Tobias, please.

Adam? Joe.

I'm in a warehouse over on 26th,

between Western and Holloway.

Yeah, Eddie Richter's office.

I've got...

Ozzie... No!

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Did you get any
information out of Richter

before he was gunned?

Broke or not, Richter
was buying the jewels.

How about the guy selling?

Richter called him Ozzie.

He was a big blond
guy about, oh, six two,

well over 200 pounds;
Round face, cleft in the chin.

I never saw him before,

but there's got to be a yellow
sheet on him somewhere.

What about the guy
with the shotgun?

- Did you get a look at him?
- It was too dark up there.

But my guess is
he'll show up again.

Why?

Well, the jewels went too cheap.

And they didn't
bother picking them up.

I don't think it's the
jewels they're after.

Then what?

Blood.

- Good morning, Mr. Prentiss.
- Morning.

Mr. Mannix is on his way down.

Would you like to
wait in his office?

Yes, thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Prentiss.

Good morning.

I take it you've seen the paper.

Uh, yes, with my breakfast.

Well, then you know the
police think the man you saw

negotiating with Richter
in the warehouse last night

was one of the pair who
robbed the Bedford Hotel.

The man Richter called Ozzie?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Well? What about the briefcase?

Well, I asked Ozzie about it.

He says he didn't know a
thing about any briefcase.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

You mean Ozzie was lying to me?

Well, he had to be.

Yeah... it's just amazing.

It's amazing, Mr. Prentiss,
how many people lie to me.

Which is why I called
you here this morning.

Why are you lying to me?

Now, I can just sit here and
wait until you level with me,

or I can kiss your job
good-bye. It's up to you.

Well, what motive would
I have for lying to you?

Maybe the same one Ozzie had.

Keep the contents of
the briefcase a secret.

Now, what was in the briefcase?

I told you: legal papers.

No dice, Mr. Prentiss.

Try again.

Well, all right.

Not papers, exactly.

Then what, exactly?

Cash.

How much cash... exactly?

A million dollars.

A million dollars.

To protect a witness
whose testimony will prove

that Vince Adante is innocent.

The money was put
together as a defense fund.

Why didn't you level with
me from the beginning?

I was pledged to secrecy.

By whom?

Mr. John Larkin.

He collected the money.

Well, I must say, you know
some lovely people, Mr. Prentiss.

You mean Johnny Larkin, don't
you? Vince Adante's right arm?

Yes.

Mr. Mannix, I am personally
accountable for that money.

And you're getting heat?

A great deal of it.

From Mr. John Larkin?

Mr. Mannix, these
are violent men.

I need help.

Yeah. At least.

My own machine,
I can't even hit.

What you need, Johnny,
is a jackpot... a big one.

Like a million dollars’
worth of quarters.

I squeezed a lot of lemons,
Mannix, to raise that much cash.

Had to prove your beloved
Vince Adante is innocent, right?

If you don't believe
Vince is in the clear,

why did you take the case?

Looking for the truth.

You're getting the truth.

The money was in the briefcase.

Somebody found out we were
going to use it for Vince's defense,

so they ripped it off.

Who knew the money
was in the hotel vault?

Me, the lawyer Prentiss, Adante.

That's all.

And the boys who lifted it.

We won't forget about them.

Any idea how they knew?

Nothing I can prove.

Was it an inside job?

Well, if I knew that, I
wouldn't need you, would I?

Prentiss could have
engineered it himself.

But then if he did,
why would he hire me?

Maybe he just
wanted to look good.

I saw him an hour ago.

He looked awful.

Johnny...

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
know you were busy.

It's okay. Come in.

This is Joe Mannix.

Ruth Adante, Vince's wife.

Mrs. Adante.

Mr. Mannix.

Did you see Vince?

Yes.

Well? You told him
the money was taken?

Yes.

I'm glad I wasn't there.

I'll bet he was mad enough to
tear the bars off the cell door.

Poor Vince.

He was really counting
on that witness in the trial.

Mrs. Adante...

you do want to see your
husband free, don't you?

Of course.

Any wife would.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's not exactly a
trade secret that a marriage...

Here and there... isn't
necessarily made in heaven.

Mr. Mannix, I love Vince.

That's not exactly
a trade secret either.

And yet, you weren't
at Vince's first trial,

and except to see him
yesterday, you haven't applied for

a visitor's pass
at the county jail.

I checked.

Vince knows how unbearable
it is for me to see him in prison.

I hate it.

That's understandable.

Good day.

Mr. Mannix...

Mark Prentiss told me what
you think of my husband.

But if he's innocent
in this case...

surely that must
mean something to you.

That means everything,
Mrs. Adante...

if he's innocent.

And I mean to find out.

Mr. Christopher?

I'm Joe Mannix. I called.

Oh, yes, uh... come in.

Thank you.

Well, will you
excuse me a minute?

I, uh... was watching
a war movie.

- It calms my nerves.
- How do you feel?

Better. Much better, thank you.

These pills help.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you. I'll be
as brief as possible.

Well, thank you, Mr. Mannix.

I do tire easily.

Now... what would
you like to talk about?

The night of the
Bedford robbery.

I told the police everything.

There was a briefcase stolen.

Briefcase?

Well, I didn't know about that.

It wasn't in the papers.

Why would they take a briefcase?

For a pretty good reason.

There was a
million dollars in it.

A million...?

I asked my secretary to
check out the hotel and find out

who knew which guests
rented which safe-deposit boxes.

Myself, and Mr. Turner.

Mr. Turner's the day clerk.

Right.

Oh, uh... the job
was done at night,

so that brings us back to you.

Who assigned Mr. Mark
Prentiss his safety-deposit box?

Mr. Prentiss? Why, I did.

You're sure.

The day clerk
couldn't have done it?

Oh, no, no.

Mr. Prentiss came in at
night, when I was on the desk.

Well, the briefcase
was in his box.

With the money in it.

Mr. Mannix...

Take it easy, Christopher.

Mr. Mannix, you're implying
that I was in on that robbery!

Well, if you weren't, it's
easy enough to prove.

If you were, if you
helped set it up,

you're going to need more
than a doctor to cure you.

You're in with killers.

They'll pour the pills into you,
Mr. Christopher... lead pills.

Well, the police
believed what I told them.

I work longer
hours than they do.

I...

I've told you all I know.

Sure.

But if you should happen to
change your mind, call me.

You know, Mr. Christopher,

if you're gonna get
mixed up in a war,

that's the best kind.

The only place
you can get killed...

is at the box office.

Come on, Joe, you're not back

on that briefcase
again, are you?

Well, the briefcase
is the answer, Adam.

That was the target,
not the jewelry.

Well, could be
Prentiss is conning you

about the amount of cash in it.

No, no, no, Johnny
Larkin backed up his story.

I think Prentiss is
scared of all that muscle.

All he wants to do is get that
money back for Adante's defense.

Believe me, there is nothing
the defense can do for Adante.

We got him cold.

DA's going into court
with an airtight case.

Yeah...

Hot, huh?

I love it.

Yeah. Have some more.

Mmm.

And now, don't be too sure

about that airtight case.

Prentiss could
blow it wide open.

I've seen him work on a jury.

No way.

He's going up this time.

Hey, what about that clown

that tried to fence
the stuff to Richter?

That Ozzie character.

Did you get anything on him?

Ozzie Atwater.

He's out of Detroit.

We showed the night clerk
at the hotel a mug shot of him,

and he couldn't identify him.

Yeah, well, maybe
Mr. Christopher is too scared to.

Nothing to tie
Christopher to the job.

Yeah.

Except a little human greed.

Well, I've gotta run.

Enjoy your lunch.

Hi, Joe.

What are you doing here so late?

Worrying why you're so late.

- Where you been?
- Out digging wells. All dry.

- Any calls?
- Mm-hmm.

- Who?
- He didn't leave his name.

But he sounded real uptight.

I told him you were
late, and you are late.

If it's important,
he'll call back.

Why don't you go home?

Okay. Good night, Joe.

Mr. Christopher?

Why did Christopher
come to see you, Joe?

What was he gonna tell you?

Well, he must've had
a piece of the action

and figured he was in too deep.

Maybe he thought if
he told me his end of it,

I'd either square
him with the police

or protect him from the hoods.

Yeah. Obviously,
he thought wrong.

Listen, Adam, I'd like you to
release a story to the press.

What kind of story?

That Christopher
lived just long enough

to fill me in on
the Bedford heist.

So that whoever gunned
Christopher can come after you

when the paper
hits the streets? No!

Adam, the odds are they'll
try and deal before they shoot.

It's too risky, Joe. No!

Nobody just hands
you any answers.

There's got to be some risk.

Okay, but I put two men
on you around the clock.

Okay. But nobody makes a
move until I blow the whistle.

Let's hope you get to blow it.

The Dispatch says the
night clerk confessed

that he was involved
in the Bedford robbery.

He was.

And that before he
died, he spoke to you.

Oh, not for long.

He only lived for a few seconds.

Did he manage to tell you

where the briefcase
was or who took it?

I'm afraid I can't tell
you that, Mr. Prentiss.

Well, why not?

Orders of Lieutenant Tobias.

Mr. Mannix, I am entitled
to whatever facts you have.

After all, you're
working for me.

That's right, but the
city issues my license.

I'd hate to have it revoked.

I have only 72 hours before
the Adante case comes to trial.

Do you realize the consequences

if I cannot produce
that witness?

To you or Vince Adante?

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's Ruth Adante for you.

Yes, Mrs. Adante?

Fine. About a half hour?

Yes, I'm leaving
Mr. Prentiss's now.

Well, what does
she want with you?

Well, I won't know that till I
get there, will I, counselor?

Oh, by the way, there's
one small problem.

The police have
been following me.

I wonder if I could
leave you the keys

to my car and use yours?

Oh, yes, I... I suppose so.

My car is in the driveway.

Thank you.

Mr. Mannix...

I don't think you'll have to
visit Mark Prentiss again.

Oh?

My husband has decided
to hire another lawyer.

I usually like to get fired by
the same person who hired me.

Mr. Mannix, you're
not being fired.

Mr. Prentiss is.

Vince is dumping him.

Doesn't your husband trust
his own lawyer, Mrs. Adante?

Or is it you, Johnny?

Are you giving Prentiss
the knife because you think

he had something to
do with the robbery?

I think what Vince
thinks, that's all.

The reason is not
important, Mr. Mannix.

What is important is
that I would like you

to go to work for me.

Will you?

Find that briefcase for
Mrs. Adante, Mannix,

and we'll double the ante.

That's ten grand.

Okay?

Mm...

Why hesitate, Mr. Mannix?

Who's gonna tell Mr. Prentiss
that he's no longer my client?

Well, I wouldn't
worry about that.

Mr. Prentiss will be told.

Okay, you were
driving Prentiss's car.

They thought Prentiss was in it

and they were gunning
for him, not you.

Now tell me why.

Well, maybe Vince Adante
and Johnny Larkin think

that Prentiss
double-crossed them.

That he walked off
with the briefcase

and the million dollars.

What do you think?

I think you ought to get
in touch with Prentiss

before they discover
he wasn't in his car.

We're working on that, Joe.

One thing's come
up that bothers me.

Ballistics checked the slug
from the night clerk's body

with the slug that killed Eddie
Richter at the warehouse.

They match?

No, they don't.

I didn't think they would.

Tobias.

Okay.

Yeah.

Prentiss had to make a
quick flight to San Francisco...

but he'll be back tonight.

PRENTISS: My feeling, Ruth,

is that you are
making a mistake.

I have always done
a satisfactory job

for your husband,

and this dismissal,
on the eve of his trial,

strikes me as an
unwarranted rejection.

New paragraph.

From a legal point of view...

it would be disastrous to
change attorneys at this point.

I have already
prepared an appeal,

which I am confident
will be accepted.

All this, of course, is
based on the contingency

that the witness does not
make an appearance in court.

End of letter.

He's still warm, Joe.

He can't have been dead more
than half an hour, maybe less.

Yeah.

I think we just
missed the killer.

Whoever it was, Prentiss
must've been expecting him.

Johnny Larkin maybe.

Lieutenant Tobias.

I've got a homicide.

802 Finley.

How do you figure he was
expecting whoever it was?

Hear the tape.

The tape was running
when we came in.

Rerunning.

Somebody was playing it back,

heard our car
drive up, and split.

Say that again.

Well, if somebody had come
into the room and shot Prentiss

while he was taping, there'd
be a gunshot on the tape.

Now, if it was a stranger
and interrupted Prentiss,

there'd be maybe
a half sentence,

like, uh, "Who are you?
What are you doing?

What do you want?"...
That sort of thing.

Mm, Joe...

Adam, if you're dictating a
letter and somebody walks

into the room, what do you do?

Signal I'll be done in a minute,

uh, finish the sentence,
turn off the machine.

Right.

So Prentiss knew whoever
it was that killed him.

Question is...
why did get killed?

Maybe Prentiss double-crossed
Adante, took the money.

Aw, somebody steals a
million dollars from you,

you don't kill him
before you get it back.

How do you know
he didn't get it back?

If Prentiss took the money,

it would be in a bank
vault or Switzerland.

Right.

- Lieutenant?
- Yeah?

Emergency call for you.

You're wanted at
Pier 11, San Pedro.

- They say what it's about?
- No, sir.

Could be something. Joe,
you want to come along?

Right behind you.

DISPATCHER: 12-M-79, clear.

Johnny Larkin.

How was he killed?

Very slowly.

Morning, Joe.

Good morning, Peggy.

I'll get the coffee on.

Yeah, don't bother.

Sit down, uh... let's talk.

What's wrong, Joe?

Mark Prentiss.

Joe, you were hired to find a
briefcase, not to protect him.

And you can't blame yourself.

Then why do I feel guilty?

Vince Adante's trial
goes to the jury today.

I know.

I took this case because
I thought there was

an outside chance
Adante was innocent.

Prentiss sounded as
though he believed it.

Ruth Adante sounds
as though she believes it.

Do you?

I'm not sure what I believe.

According to Tobias, there's
no chance for an acquittal.

Now Vince Adante will be on
his way to prison sometime today.

Yeah. And I guess that...

On his way to prison.

He's guilty, Joe,
briefcase or no briefcase.

And I'll bet on it.

No, that's not what I meant.

It's what the money was for.

Johnny Larkin squeezed
out a million bucks, all right,

but it wasn't for
any defense fund.

What are you talking about?

Get me Tobias
on the phone, fast.

Lieutenant Tobias, please.

Joe, are you sure you
know what you're doing?

For the first time

since Prentiss
walked into this office.

Yes? Oh, thank you.

Adam's on his way to court.

Get 'em to patch you
through. Stay with it.

Well, what do I say?

Tell him he's gonna need

every car and cop available.

Adante's greased the
way with a million bucks.

He's gonna make a break
for it at the courthouse.

Yeah, if you're wrong,

I'm gonna be back
patrolling the boondocks.

I know I'm right, Adam.

That money was raised
to bankroll an escape.

Did Prentiss really believe
the money was for a witness?

No, they conned the
counselor into thinking

there actually was a witness.

Johnny Larkin raised
that million bucks

to make it look good,
then stole it back.

The Bedford robbery
was just a cover-up.

All they were interested
in was that briefcase.

18-22, fast.

What about the desk clerk?

Oh, he was the inside man.

Larkin cut him in and
then paid him off with a slug

when he got shaky
and came to my office.

Lieutenant Tobias.

I'm at the courthouse.

We've been tipped
there's gonna be a breakout

at the Adante trial.

That's right.

I want every available unit.

I want the whole
area sealed off.

You better be guessing right.

It all fits, Adam. When
that briefcase disappeared,

Larkin told Adante
that it was Prentiss

who double-crossed
them, but it wasn't Prentiss.

Larkin had planned on
keeping that money for himself.

All he had to do was sit tight

and wait for the jury
to take care of Adante.

How long is it gonna take
'em to seal off this area?

A couple of minutes.

First one to stick his
head out of this courtroom

gets it shot off.

Use that Lieutenant, and
we blow their heads off!

Drop it!

- Come on, Vince, let's...
- Shut up!

Who's the hero?

That's Mannix.

- Okay, we lose the girls.
- No, they're...

Lose 'em, I said!

The fuzz'll buy us more time.

You'll never make it, Vince.

Watch me.

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Get back in there!

Still think we won't
make it, Mannix, huh?

Get in there!

Move it, Rick!

Swing around fast!

They got us boxed in, Vince.

You guys are splitting a big
hunk of money, so unbox us!

Yeah, well, we can't
plow through that, buddy.

Adante...

you have three minutes.

Throw out your weapons

and come out of the
van with your hands up.

There's no way
out, Vince; you lose.

Not yet.

You with the horn!

Can you hear me?

I hear you.

You better pull 'em back,

or I'm gonna throw
you a dead cop!

What a mess. How
did they get on to us?

I don't know.

I tipped 'em, Vince.

How did you figure it, hero?

Well, it all added up.

By the way, which
one of your mechanics

dumped Johnny
Larkin in the ocean?

Guess.

Did he say where the
briefcase was before he got wet?

Or did your wife find
out he had it in the safe,

so she had him killed for you...

and then got the
show back on the road.

Hey, Vince, what
are we gonna do?

Shut up!

- Captain.
- Chief.

Adante doesn't
have much to lose.

How much time's left?

Two minutes.

Use your horn again.

Adante...

can you hear me?

You have two minutes.

They ain't movin',
Vince, not a car.

Maybe they'll deal if we
give them the cop and Mannix.

I make the deals, not them! Me!

You two know how to pray?

Let me have the mike.

It's a '74 Chevrolet
van, blue and white,

blue and white stripes on top.

The license number is

567 FTW.

Repeat: 567 FTW.

Got that?

- Roger.
- Have two helicopters

follow them, no
matter where they go.

And have the black and
whites running parallel.

Yes, sir.

Do we pull 'em back?

Pull 'em back.

All right, everybody back!

Pull 'em back! Everybody!

They're moving, Vince.

They folded!

Yeah, I figured all I had to do

was throw a cop into
the pot and they'd fold.

You won't make it to the border.

All I have to make
it to is an airstrip.

Hey, Rick,

when you're clear, floor it!

And don't worry about a ticket!

The cop here'll fix it.

Open up the back.

You better start
worrying, Mannix,

because someday I'm
gonna hit the streets again,

and when I do, I'm
gonna pay you back.

Sure, Vince.

Give me a call
in about 20 years.

I'm in the phone book.

You all right?

Maybe a little whiplash.

Sue 'em.