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Mary Phillips was a very good driver and when she left the casino she was sober.

Now, there's no reason for her to hit that car at that speed.

Mr. Howell, the attendant who was run down in your parking lot last week,

the police are calling that a hit and run?

I'd call it a killing.

Well, we ought to get busy establishing our covers.

Well, I told the business office that you're here as my personal executive consultant.

I'm not sure I know exactly what that means.

Well, don't worry about it, neither do they.

Marty Cole is looking for a back-up girl singer for his lounge act.

Bosley said you sing, so I set up an audition for you this afternoon.

And you have an audition with the dance captain.

- Terrific. - What about my cover?

Hey Joey, there's been a lot of publicity

concerning your appearance here at the Tropicana.

We hear you're involved in a legal battle to maybe get out of your commitment.

The people of Las Vegas, I love them. My beef is strictly with the manager.

You mean Mr. Frank Howell, the owner of the Tropicana?

You got it pal, Frank Howell gets the bad news himself.

The truck!

Two dead, Jip is halfway there. Who the devil is doing this?

Well, we'll find out Frank, it just takes time. -

Time? I don't have time and that's what's eating me alive.

- Yeah sure, Dan. - Yes I will. -

Girls, listen now. I know this is probably a poor time to bring this up.

There's this Dan Tana who's been asking to meet you three.

Bosley, this is really a poor time to bring it up.

Yeah, well, that's what I said.

He's been staring at me again.

Who's been staring at you?

The fellow who's with the computer man.

He was staring at me again in the casino when I walked through just now.

- Well, who is he? - I don't know.

He was watching me last night too.

Well, maybe he just thinks you're pretty.

Wait a minute, that fellow...

Last night, when you came back from Haines' casino down the street,

I think he was walking behind you.

You sure?

Well, I didn't think anything of it at the time.

But, I mean, if you think his interest in you is more than just general,

maybe he deserves a little attention.

I agree.

Hey look, um... I want to go down to the casino

and see how Frank is holding out, all right? Come with me?

Sure.

Well, see if you can find out Mr. Watchful's name, okay?

- Sure, okay. - Okay, see you later.

Three, craps. Winner on the "Don't Pass." Pay up.

I don't know if I can match that.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

You know you look like you're about ready to drop?

Why don't you shut this thing down and try to get some sleep?

Oh, it's up to them. And besides, he's got a million dollars of my money.

Well, could you... Take your loss and walk away?

It's too late. He's got too much.

Here.

Can we start this again later?

5:00?

How's 5:00?

That's fine.

It's a wrap.

Aren't you going to answer your page?

What?

Your page. Aren't you going to answer it?

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

Well, you're Mr. Mason, aren't you?

No, I'm Slocum. Ed Slocum.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were somebody else.

- Frank. - Hi, pal.

I, uh...

I just called the hospital to see how Jip was doing.

Is he better?

No, no, Frank. He, uh... He didn't make it.

The nurse went in to check on him 20 minutes ago, and...

He's dead.

- What happened? - We don't know.

There seems to be signs of respiratory paralysis.

Which would indicate that curare might have gotten into his system.

What's curare?

Well, it's used for patients with muscular spasms,

but certainly was not prescribed in this case.

You mean, you made a mistake and you gave him that curare'?

I'm not saying anything of the sort.

Until Dr. Jarvis here can perform an autopsy, there's no way of knowing.

If there's going to be an autopsy,

somebody on my side of the fence is going to perform it.

Nobody gets a white-wash.

Now, wait a minute. I resent that.

As county coroner, I can assure you...

I can assure you, you touch him and I'll tear both your arms off.

- Frank. - I mean it. I don't want them to touch him.

Look, I know. And I know what you want.

But we're going to need a court order to get it. And we can't get it here.

She's right, Frank.

Didn't mean to tease you.

Sorry, Mp. - Come on“.

They're not going to bury this mistake.

They aren't going to make Jip a statistic.

We won't let that happen, Frank.

You're telling me that someone came in the window of Jip's room

and stuck a needle into one of his life-support tubes?

I'm saying that it's a possibility,

and if the autopsy does reveal curare in his system,

that's how it might have gotten there.

You were wondering where the profit was in all this. Have you figured it out yet?

Well, maybe the profit is in tearing you apart.

And someone's doing a pretty good job of it. Why don't you get some sleep?

Will you call me in four hours?

Yes. I will.

Charlie's computer come up with anything?

Yeah.

The fellow at the crap table, the one that's been watching you...

- Mmm-hmm. - Ed Slocum.

He has a police record. Several arrests.

Mostly having to do with high level extortion. But no convictions.

He seems to be some sort of a freelance

"Tell me what to do, and I'll do it for you" sort of guy.

What about Mr. Haines, our friend down the street.

Well, he works for a large investment firm. The one that owns that hotel.

Now, the firm looks clean and Haines doesn't have a police record.

However... Well, in checking his bank records, Haines seems to have been sending

monthly checks to the Paradise Arms apartments.

Wait a minute. Paradise Arms? Mary Phillips, the girl who was murdered

lived there with my dancing friend, Joan Wells.

Yeah.

Are we starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel?

Well, at least a glimmer.

I guess I ought to tell Frank, huh?

You know, maybe we ought to figure a way to get him out of here for a few hours.

Before he falls apart on us.

I think that's a good idea.

You'll never pay the rent that way.

I know there's a pony in here, somewhere.

Speaking of rent, how come you and Mary didn't have to pay any?

What are you talking about?

Well, my mom forwarded a letter that Mary had written to me.

So?

Well, in the letter, Mary said that a Mr. Haines

was paying the rent on you and Mary's apartment. Is that true?

Look, Mr. Haines was paying the rent strictly because of Mary.

You mean they were friends? Lovers?

- Started out that way. - And then?

- Well, then Mary wanted out. - Why'?

- I don't know. I think she was afraid of him. - Do you know why?

She wouldn't tell me.

Well, maybe Mr. Haines is trouble.

You won't find him at the hotel.

Oh?

Well, on Mondays he practices for the Monday night race.

Race? What kind of race?

Stock cars. He drives stock cars.

There's tracks three miles north on 50.

You can probably catch him in a couple of hours.

Okay, thanks.

See? Get as you give.

Kelly! Kelly!

- Where are you off to? - To take a second look at Mr. Haines.

Are you on to something?

Well, I just found out Mr. Haines is a stock car racer.

Mechanically inclined? I wouldn't have thought.

Maybe he drives a big truck with smoked windows.

Interesting hypothesis. Uh, by the way...

Are you aware that our Mr. Slocum was watching you again?

- Yeah, I know. I'm going to have to lose him. - I think we can manage that.

Uh, stall a while.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Oh, sir. I am terribly sorry.

Apparently, I lost control of my vehicle.

It was really all of my fault. Please, please forgive me.

All right, you're forgiven. Now get it out of the way.

Don't you think we ought to report this to the local authorities?

No, forget the authorities.

- I mean, a case of injury... - There are no injuries, what's the matter with you?

Sir, I actually hurt my elbow.

Sir, are you hurt now?

Hurt, me? No.

But you're going to be.

It's running a little hot.

Oh, hello.

Two winners in a row. Must be my day.

Two winners?

Well, first I beat him. Now I run into you again.

Very rich stuff, very rich.

My, aren't we glib with the ladies.

You into stock cars?

I'm into questions.

- About what? - My friend, Mary Phillips.

What about her?

My mother sent on the letter Mary had written to me.

You didn't tell me the two of you were friendly.

Well, my personal life is my business.

In her letter, Mary said that she was afraid of you.

Did she?

She said she was afraid of you and now she's dead.

- What the hell are you getting at? - I don't know.

But I intend to find out.

You know, for a smart lady, you're making some dumb moves.

I can see what Mary meant. You are someone to be afraid of.

Mary was killed in a car accident.

Her car was rammed from behind. Rammed at a high speed.

It takes a nifty piece of driving to make that look like an accident.

You better get out of here.

Is that a threat, Mr. Haines?

Let's just say I think the weather would be better for you back in Dallas.

You know what I think, Mr. Haines? You're a man with a problem.

How did you do this?

What did I do?

I'm in the middle of a million dollar crap game,

and you got me out here on a picnic.

Does it hurt that much?

Well, that's not it. Just hanging around you, a guy could lose his edge.

What's his edge?

That's his drive, his nerve.

And if you want to stay in this business and survive, you've got to be ready.

Well...

Maybe it's time you got out of this business.

And do what?

Do this. Just...

Sit in the sun, watch the people, relax, enjoy life.

Get in touch with yourself.

I'm a million dollars down, and you want me just to walk away?

Listen, you're down a million dollars.

But if you quit now, well, you would still have plenty left.

That's called losing.

And you really can't stand that, can you?

That sure bothers you.

Hmm.

I like you, Frank. I like you a lot more than I had planned to.

Well, for what it's worth...

- The feeling is mutual. - For what it's worth?

It's worth plenty. Don't you understand? That's the whole point. Don't you see?

- What's the point? - What we feel.

That's worth a lot more than winning a crap game. Don't you see?

Whoops. Looks like we should have taken a longer walk.

Yeah, it seems he likes the lady.

Well, they're entitled, right?

Hey...

Frank's number one. What he wants, he always gets.

Ah, come on now. Nobody always gets.

No, he comes as close as any.

That's okay. He deserves to.

I'm for him.

- He's been good to me. - How long have you worked for him?

Six years. Frank had...

Leslie and me were working in the main room then.

We were going to make it all the way. Be number one.

How did she die?

Car accident.

Must have been rough for you.

When she died...

Everything stopped. I mean...

The good times, the big future.

Since then, I've just been... Getting through the days.

Frank, move!

- Frank, get up! - Frank, what the hell is going on?

You two stay here!

This is my boat. Get in, come on!

- You get a look at him? - No.

Rock it!

Can't this thing go any faster?

- What's the matter? - I don't know.

Oh, no.

Try the choke.

What is this thing? Shouldn't this thing be turned the other way?

Yes, it should be. How'd that happen?

With the vibration? From the speed? SABRINA: Maybe.

- Sabrina, could I ask you a question? - Yeah.

How come you carry a gun?

Well, maybe she has a permit.

Well, why do you have a permit?

Well, you have to have a permit to carry a gun, right?

- Right. - Right.

I got a visit from that Kelly Garrett girl today.

- Well, what's she doing here? - Maybe you better tell me.

What are you talking about?

She just said Mary Phillips' accident wasn't an accident.

Somebody rammed her at high speed.

That's crazy. You don't believe that?

Well, I don't know. But I'm beginning to get some

kind of a strange gut feeling, and I don't like it.

Gut feeling about what?

About you, Cole.

About you.

Look...

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

I mean, if you've got something to say then just say it.

All right, let me spell it out for you.

You came to me, right? You said we had something in common.

We both wanted to break Frank Howell.

"Take everything away from him,"

those are your words. That's the way you put it, right?

We are. We're doing it.

Oh, yeah. I know. We've got that college professor with his computer,

set up a phony shooting so Joey January could break his contract,

you bring in this guy Slocum, in case there's any rough stuff.

You did it all and you did it good.

But you never said anybody would get hurt.

You never said anybody would get killed.

Why would I want to hurt Mary?

Well, remember, I introduced you two.

Oh yeah, I remember.

And I remember how pleased you were to take something else away from Frank.

Yeah, it pleased me.

Because he took something away from me.

He took everything.

Cole, I'm going to leave you with one thought. Once I have something,

I don't like to give it up, I don't like to lose it

and I especially don't like to have it taken away from me.

So if Mary's death was anything but an accident,

and you or any of those two had anything to do with it...

There isn't going to be a place in this world big enough for you to hide in.

You got it?

He's getting suspicious.

And so is Sabrina.

I bet you both that she's not what she pretends to be.

- Or her two friends, either. - Hey, what are you getting at?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to find out.

Look, I'll do it tonight.

And this time, I won't miss.

Forget it!

I paid you to do it while Howell and I were with her so I'd have an alibi.

So I could watch his face when she went down.

You know, I've worked with some odd types,

but you take the cake.

I've got my reasons.

Oh, I'm sure you have.

Now what?

You just keep hanging in with the professor.

Case, let's go.

I was driving the boat.

Those two guys could walk in here right now and I couldn't recognize them.

I don't care what his lawyer says.

If Joey January doesn't open tonight,

he's in breach of contract,

so get the room ready.

It's 5:00 and I have a date with the computer man.

Well, don't you think you could wait for a little while, Frank?

I really think we ought to talk.

They tried to kill me today.

Maybe those shots weren't meant for you, Frank.

No, they were meant for the sand.

No, I think they were meant for Sabrina.

- Me? - I mean, the shots came closest to you.

Whoa, wait a minute, that's probably 'cause the guy had a bad aim.

But what if...

They were trying to hurt Frank by hurting you?

- You mean like they hurt Jip? - Yeah.

Well, if that's true, then I don't want you here, I want you out of town.

Wait a minute, Frank. We can't quit now.

You can quit if I tell you.

I don't want you to get hurt.

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

Frank, we don't give up that easily.

You're not giving up. I'm firing you.

All of you.

So, go home.

This is my fight.

Mine alone.

Wait a minute. Frank, you can't just dismiss us.

You can't stay here, Sabrina.

The odds are against you, you'll get hurt.

- It's too risky. - It's risky, but it's worth it.

Nothing's worth it. Case is closed.

Look Frank, we've gone a little bit beyond a client relationship

and whether I go or stay is my decision and you can't take that away from me.

I don't want the responsibility.

Well, you can't take that away from me either.

Ah, Frank, you've been living in a vacuum for so long

that you think people are like odds and you can switch 'em around to suit yourself

so you can get that edge you were talking about. Well...

Frank, people aren't like odds

and you don't get an edge.

- I got to get out of here. - Okay, go on, go.

But sooner or later, you know, we have to finish this.

I'll get it.

- Hello! - Kris, Marty.

Look, I've decided to break you into the 5:30 lounge show.

Can you come down? We 'll talk over What we 're going [0 do.

Uh, I'm a little bit hung up right now, Marty. Can we do later?

Not really.

Uh...

- I'm by the front bar. - Hold on a second.

Marty wants me to come down to get ready for the 5:30 show.

- We still on the case? Do I keep up my cover? - We're still on the case. Go.

Be right there.

There's the professor.

Slocum.

You, uh, stay with him, in case he gets heavy.

Case, you wait in the car.

Tell me, what are you going to do with her?

Well, first I'm going to ask her exactly why she and her friends are here.

Well, suppose she won't tell you?

Well, then when you get there,

you can start earning some of that money I paid you.

- Hi! - Hi.

Oh, gosh, I'm a little nervous. Opening night, I guess!

- Well, in that case, let's go for a drive. - Wait a minute, now?

Well, when I'm nervous, uptight, I drive. It relaxes me.

- Besides I've got to pick up some music at my house. - Okay.

Here we are.

Who's he?

My driver.

I thought you said you were going to drive.

- You said driving relaxes you. - Get in.

Hey, that's not funny.

It's not meant to be.

If you don't do as you're told...

Are you going to tell me what this is all about?

No.

You're going to tell me what you're about.

You and your two friends.

What do you mean?

I want to know why you're here with Frank.

What do you mean, with Frank?

He's a friend. He's just a friend.

I am sick of this!

What?

She protected him and now you're protecting him!

- She? - LesHe.

Oh, your wife.

Yeah, you're just like...

She...

You see, I... I knew.

I knew what was going on with them.

She kept telling me it wasn't true.

You mean that Frank and your wife were having an affair.

She...

She wanted to. And...

He would have.

Soon.

Marty, you're not making any sense.

What do you mean, I'm not making any sense?

I know! I know what was going on between those two.

And I warned her. I gave her fair warning.

She said she...

Couldn't help how she felt. And she...

She ran out of the house and jumped in the car and drove away, fast.

Very fast.

They said it was an accident, but it wasn't.

I know, I know.

See, she drove her car

off that bridge deliberately.

Couldn't have Frank and she...

Didn't want me.

So she killed herself.

She killed both of us.

Marty, you're condemning Frank for something you thought he would do?

No, for something I know he was about to do!

Well, he always gets what he wants, you know that. You've seen that.

He's your friend, Marty, he wouldn't hurt you like that.

You just won't stop, will you?

You won't stop protecting him.

It won't do you any good.

Because I'm taking it all away from him.

Everything he cares for.

The kid in the parking lot, Mary Phillips.

Dip---...

Marty, you killed three people?

To hurt Frank?

And when he falls,

when it's all gone,

he's going to feel what I've been feeling.

And I'm...

Just going to watch him die.

Like I died.

I'm just...

Gonna watch him.

Three thousand on "Don't Pass."

He could break the bank!

- Look at all that money! - How much has he got there?

A million and a half.

I thought I told you people to go home.

- Frank, listen... - Before you get hurt!

Bree, maybe's he's right, maybe we should go home.

- It's best. - Fine!

As soon as Kris finishes the 5:30 lounge show, we're on our way.

There's not going to be a 5:30 lounge show.

- What do you mean? - Marty called in sick.

No, wait a minute, that doesn't make sense.

Marty called Kris for a rehearsal!

There's not going to be a 5:30 lounge show.

Hey, I saw your friend at 5:30.

- Where? - With Marty Cole over at the bar.

Doing what?

I don't know. Marty was talking with that guy

and then Kris came down and they split.

Marty was with him?

- Are you sure? - Yeah him and another guy.

Is there something wrong?

- No. - Thanks a lot!

But why did Marty lie about the show and why did he call Kris?

Listen, there something that's been bothering me a little bit

and it's bothering me a lot now.

What are you talking about?

Well, when we were in Jip's hospital room and I was checking the equipment,

Marty was a little uneasy, and then

when the motor on the boat quit...

Are you trying to tell me that Marty had something to do with this?

Well, I'm saying that it's possible.

Now, suppose...

Just suppose that Marty knew that Slocum was in that boat

and he didn't want us to catch him.

But why?

Maybe we ought to ask Slocum.

- Maybe we should. - Yeah.

Look, why don't I get him away from the crowd. I'll page you.

- Good idea. - I'll go with you.

Three thousand on boxcars.

WOMAN OVER PA; Mr. Slocum, paging Mr. Ed Slocum.

Mr. Howell!

Will you raise the limit to 5000?

You can't do that in one roll, it's 30 to one!

Mr. Ed Slocum, emergency call a! the front desk.

All right, 5000.

Another 2000, please.

Five thousand on boxcars.

Pay the man.

- Frank, I've got to go. - I have to stay here.

- Kris may be in trouble. - I have to stay here.

Excuse me.

Mr. Slocum!

- What? - Excuse me.

Mr. Slocum, as you can see, this is a revolver I'm pointing at you.

We both know that Marty Cole has taken our friend Kris somewhere.

We're very concerned.

So concerned that if you don't take us to her, I'll use this.

There'll be no discussion on the matter,

you'll either do as you're told or you've seen your last dice game.

Do you understand?

Bosley, empty your gun and give it to him.

Okay, Mr. Slocum,

just keep the gun pointed at us, walk slowly,

don't talk and we all may live through this.

Now,

looks like your friends are going to keep you company.

What happened, Slocum?

It's a set up!

Don't!

Hold it!

Uh-uh! You okay?

Yeah. He went out back.

Watch it, the truck!

Hit the tires, Bos!

Six. Winner to the line.

Pay the line.

Frank.

- Frank? - Yes? Oh, are you okay?

Uh, yeah.

Where's Marty?

He's dead, Frank.

It was Marty all along, right from the beginning, the whole thing.

Why? Why?

Well,

it had to do with his wife, Frank, and you.

Leslie and I had nothing to do with each other.

Well, I know, but see, he thought that maybe you would.

He thought?

There was nothing to think about.

I know, look, don't try to make any sense out of it, 'cause there isn't any.

May I have the dice, please?

"Don't Pass," eh?

Craps.

Line loses.

Pay the "Don't Pass."

Frank?

- I'm all right. - No, you're not all right.

Stop now! Stop now and take your losses.

I told you, that's called losing.

Raise the limit?

One more pass for all of it.

Everything on the table.

The hotel, if you win, it's all yours.

If you lose, it's all mine.

Oh, for God's sake, Frank.

He's been playing "Don't Pass"

and "Don't Pass" is for non-believers.

And, Sabrina, sooner or later,

you have to be a believer.

Frank, sooner or later, you're going to have to stop putting your life on a pair of dice.

For all of it,

on "Don't Pass."

On "Don't Pass."

Roll.

Seven! Pay the line.

"Don't Pass" loses.

You lose.

Ladies and gentlemen, this table is closed.

You have a show to do.

You better get to it.

We better start packing, we've got a plane to catch.

Yeah, um, I'll be there in just a minute, you go ahead.

Still yours, Frank.

I'm glad for you.

Yeah, you win some, you lose some.

Yeah.

Goodbye, Frank.

Goodbye.

All right, one, two, three, four, five. Okay, Sal, meet you out front.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

- Hey, 803! - Hey, Dan! Finally! Come down here.

The girls, I've been wanting you to meet them.

Angels! Angels, this is the private eye I was telling you about.

- Meet Dan Tana. - Hi.

- You're Dan Tana? - You're Dan Tana?

I just said that.

Yeah, I told 508 I wanted to take you all out to dinner while you're in town.

Well, Bosley, you didn't tell us!

Look, I did! I mean, I tried. I mean, I begged.

Well, uh, maybe next time.

Maybe tonight! We could take a later plane.

Right! Or, you know what, maybe you could fly back on the plane with us.

Well, gee, I'm sorry. You see, I'm working on a case.

803 was rig ht.

You really are angels.

Oh, he's cute.

- Bosley, why didn't you tell us? - I did!

- No, you didn't! - I did too!

Now wait a minute, you told us, but you didn't tell us!

What! I did...

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