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You really think

that story's going to
get to the Mafia, huh?

I'll tell you tomorrow

after the bombs are
planted in your car.

What about this item?

Yeah.

The old man really had
me fooled for a long time.

Miniver may be a
country politician, my boy,

who worked his way
up to the state senate,

but he really knows how to take

a fast buck out of
the public purse.

I wish you'd check this
sort of thing with me.

I'm paid for legal advice,
not for polishing white armor.

It's in the finest
tradition of the press.

It's also a fine libel suit if
you can't back up every word.

You worry too much.

Hello. This is Boswell.

Is he in?

Just a moment, please.

It's Mr. Boswell, Mr. Abernathy.

It's Boswell.

Yeah.

Honey, uh, could you please

go type some
letters or something?

Sid, don't leave the man
hanging on the telephone.

Talk to him.

Hello, Homer.

Listen, that story you
gave me on Miniver

is going to hit the streets
in about 15 minutes.

I just want to make
sure we have the proof

to back up the
senator's hanky-panky.

Tell him to hold on a minute.

Just a minute.

You're not actually
letting that story out

without the proof in your hand?

Lowell, I know the source.

It's 100% reliable.

Nobody's that reliable.

One slip-up and you'll
have a lawsuit against you

that'll put you on a street
corner peddling pencils.

Now, who's the source?

It's privileged.

Oh.

You hear that?

I have a very nervous
lawyer over here.

I'd like to calm him down.

When am I going
to get that material?

Uh... He wants the material.

You know what to say,

and you know what's going
to happen if you don't say it.

Now, come on, talk to him.

Homer, there's been
a slight hang-up,

but it's all ironed out now.

As a matter of fact,

the messenger is on his
way over to you with the proof.

Well, that's good enough for me.

At least we'll get
the story out in time

to stop Senator
Miniver's legislation, right?

Right, Homer.

You can depend on it.

Come on, Sid-o.

Cheer up.

Gloria would hate to tell

that old embezzlement
story about you.

Now she don't have to.

If your informant
isn't totally reliable,

you and this
newspaper are finished.

See you later.

Edna?

Get your things packed,
kid, we're leaving.

Where?

I want to put lots of miles

between me and this place fast.

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Mannix?

I'm the manager, Western area.

How are you, Traynor?

I expected you to
report to my office.

Well, I wanted to check out
a few things on the case first.

Say, who's this Daniel Turpin?

He's a lobbyist.

We're late.

Come on, Mr. Boswell
is expecting you.

Uh, Boswell can wait.

He's the client,

and his attorney
who's representing...

Yeah, I read your
reports on the client.

He's a 605.

You were assigned
to this office.

Now this case... I'd
like to talk to Dan Turpin.

Where can I find him?

Mannix, you don't just walk in

on Dan Turpin.

All right, Turpin, let's
take it from the top

now that the "no" vote
has been eliminated.

Y-You've got, you've
got no right to...

No argument.

I got no right bothering
you with a lot of questions.

You made your point,
now answer the questions.

Well, sure, I know
Senator Miniver.

I... Could I get
some milk, please?

When I'm nervous, my
stomach... Go ahead.

No, thanks.

I know two dozen senators,

as many newspapermen,
Boswell included.

I know 30 members
of the Assembly.

That's my business.

You've done
Miniver a lot of favors,

like that tip on the Vanco
and Company stock.

Oh, stop your shaking.

I'm not the State
Investigating Committee.

I want to know if
Miniver's got his hand out

for small gifts.

On my mother's grave,
I swear I don't know.

Miniver likes money
but doesn't like Boswell.

Would he plant a
phony item on himself

so he could sue Boswell
and collect a million dollars?

Would he tell me,
practically a casual friend,

an intimate thing like that?

You're not being very helpful.

If you knew what was
going on inside my stomach,

you'd know how hard I'm trying.

Just for your stomach,

who'd be in the best position to
plant a phony item with Boswell,

one that he'd believe and use?

In this town, the milkman
moonlights peddling rumors.

Who'd tip Homer?

Go in any building,
get off on any floor,

open any door, and
you'll be looking at a guy

that'll swear on
his mother's grave

that he has inside information.

Cut it to informants
Boswell would trust.

I don't know why I drink
it; it doesn't do any good.

Who would he trust?

Chuck Taylor, Sid
Abernathy, probably Phil Reilly.

Now, please,

let me enjoy my stomach
ache in peace and quiet.

I can't work in the dark.

I need information.

You're paid to
collect information.

If you can't prove that the
story Homer printed is true,

we've no defense
against the libel suit.

I also don't like your
bothering Dan Turpin.

He's not involved in this.

Now, you're being paid to
prove the senator's guilty,

not to intimidate
innocent people.

If Dan Turpin is innocent,

why didn't he call the
police and have me arrested?

Because he's a friend of mine.

He called me, he thought you
were carrying out my orders.

If this job is too
tough, just say so.

Tough, I don't mind, but
you're making it impossible.

The report from the
local office reads,

"Client: Homer Boswell, 605."

That's code for uncooperative.

Uncooperative?

Gentlemen, please.

You're calling me uncooperative

because I refuse to reveal
the name of my informant?

It's a man I know
very well, a man I trust.

I told him he would
be kept out of this.

Maybe you'd better
keep me out of it.

Get yourself another boy.

Mr. Mannix, please.

You're being
unreasonable, Homer.

You were promised
evidence would be delivered...

It never was.

You admit you can't
reach your informant.

Well, why has he disappeared?

How do I know?

What am I supposed to do,
just sell him down the river

because he doesn't
answer the telephone?

Oh, that's beautiful.

A million-dollar lawsuit
can be won or lost

depending on whether or not
some fly-by-night is trustworthy.

Well, understand
Boswell's position.

If word gets out that
he reveals his sources,

he might as well fold his
tent and slip away in the night.

Well, he'd better
reveal his sources,

or he won't have a tent to fold.

He's got no libel insurance.

That'll be your call.

Yeah, Lou?

Boswell wants me to assign
half a dozen agents to help you.

Help me what, uh,
argue with the client?

I told him you worked alone.

Look, Lou, I want off this case.

What he needs is a mind
reader, not a detective.

Look, Joe, as a favor,
please stay with it.

Now, Boswell's stubborn,
he can be unreasonable,

but he's also quite a
guy... He puts out a paper

the way it should be
done, the kind we need.

I don't mind applauding
him, just working for him.

Well, look, do what
you can... He's worth it.

Now, what gives?

Well, uh, Boswell's attorney
leans toward the theory

that somebody would profit
by the defeat of Miniver's bill,

which died the minute
the paper hit the streets.

Any alternative?

There's always the syndicate.

They're out to get Boswell.

Well, you're the detective...
What do you think?

I think I'll go to lunch.

Thank you.

Oh, it's lovely!

It's perfectly lovely!

Well, thank you.

Slovakian?

Y-You know about music boxes?

I've been collecting
them for years.

My boss, Senator Miniver,

says if I bring any in
the office, he'll fire me.

But he doesn't mean it.

Well, nobody could
not like music boxes.

I keep sesame seeds in
this for a 4:00 energy pickup.

You know, I'm, uh,
I'm saving my money

to buy a hand-carved
dancing couple.

It was made in the Black Forest

around the turn of the century.

Of course, it isn't signed,
but they say it's authentic.

Should be here in a few days.

Oh, I'd love to see it!

Well, I'd be happy
to show it to you.

By the way, I'm Joe Mannix.

Muriel Pochek.

Missus.

A long time ago,
but I'm still entitled

to the label.

Do you have a large collection?

Well, I have, uh, let me see,

uh, 25... no, 26 with this one.

Well, I have over 50.

Say, would you like
to come and see them?

Oh, well, I sure would.

Could I?

What good's a collection

if you can't show off and
brag to another collector?

Are you free tonight?

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, I'm at the Dumont Arms.

Anytime after 8:00.

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I've got Chuck Taylor and
Phil Reilly under surveillance.

Abernathy seems
to be out of town.

We're assembling the
data on all these three men.

We should have all of
it by early this evening.

If you want to see the
preliminary, I can, uh...

Uh, no, no, I'll wait
for the main event.

Look, would you check
out this license number.

It's a green sedan.

Well, now wait.

I've got all of Boswell's
exposes for you to read,

particularly those
on organized crime.

We've also got
Miniver's background.

If you wait, I'll put
them on printout.

Oh, that's good work.

Don't you want to
see it? Well, not really.

You see, I came in the front way

to go out the back
way and lose a tail.

I, uh, have a date tonight

and I'd like to be alone.

You'd be Mr. Mannix, I presume.

And, uh,

you, of course,
are Senator Miniver.

Mmm, come in.

Hmm, health foods.

That should reinforce
the impression on Muriel.

Oh, she's not here.

We're quite alone.

I'm afraid, I don't understand.

My secretary, Mr. Mannix,

returned from lunch
floating on a gossamer cloud.

Normally an excellent typist,

she committed
blunders inexcusable

in a one-fingered chimpanzee.

When called to account,

she babbled about a
handsome, young man

who was an expert
on music boxes.

Therefore, I asked myself:

How many handsome young
men collect music boxes

and strike up an acquaintance
with my Mrs. Pochek?

Is there anything wrong

in collecting music boxes?

In a city where women
outnumber men three to one,

I can think of more
probable hobbies

for someone like you.

No, Mr. Mannix.

I think you're employed
by Mr. Boswell

in the hope of discovering
my secret vices,

something to make me
withdraw my law suit.

Well, do you, uh, have
secret vices, Senator?

My hands are clean.

My life, public and
private, immaculate.

If they're not,

a million dollars would
buy an awful lot of soap.

Mr. Boswell caused
me personal suffering

and an important piece
of legislation was killed.

That "important
piece of legislation"

was a minor dam set so
far back in the mountains

that it would be lost
the minute it was built.

Your client accused me

of standing to gain a fortune

from the ownership of stock
in a company controlling land

around that dam site.

Three months ago,
I divested myself

of all that ownership and
gave the stock to charity.

If public vindication
is all you're looking for,

a written retraction
would take care of that.

Give me one reason for making
things easy for Mr. Boswell.

I can give you a reason
why you shouldn't.

You're up for reelection soon.

You'd like to start
improving your image.

Hiring a public
relations outfit,

on a state senator's
pay, isn't easy.

Of course, a million dollars...

You're implying I hope to
capitalize on the opportunity.

Or the opportunity was
deliberately manufactured.

You could have planted
that item yourself.

Put your hands up.

Please, stand very still
and put your hands up,

because I'm quite
nervous and, uh,

I've had no
experience with guns.

I told you I was nervous,

so please stand very still.

Lady, if I stand any
stiller, rigor mortis sets in.

Oh.

Well, I-I'm Edna Dacey,

Mr. Abernathy's
private secretary.

Who are you?

Mannix. I'm with Intertect.

I'm looking for your boss.

Somebody did a thorough job.

Yeah, I see.

Any idea what's missing?

Besides your boss, that is?

Oh, he's not missing.

He phoned. He told
me to close up the office.

He's away for a month.

Yeah, where?

He didn't say.

Hmm.

Well, now, somebody
wants something.

Have any idea what it might be?

No.

There's nothing in
our files worth stealing.

Hmm. You see something?

It's what I don't see.

There are four pages
missing from this book.

I guess they got
what they came after.

I wonder if they left with it?

What would you say

if I suggested
searching that bag?

I'd say you don't have
a very trusting nature.

It's part of the job, Edna.

It's a proving
ground for cynics.

Be my guest.

Thanks.

Suppose I told you I'd hidden it

in a secret compartment
in my garter belt.

Don't tempt me.

Yeah, well, uh, uh, tell me...

would a nice thick steak and
a vintage bottle of burgundy

help restore your faith in me?

It might, only,
uh... A sick aunt?

Uncle.

Uncle.

Yeah, well,

this has not been
one of my better days.

Oh.

Klamath 54906?

Mm-hmm.

Call before noon.

You know, I have the whole
office gathering information

which you won't
bother to look at,

but at 3:00 in the morning,

you want to know whether
Abernathy's gone fishing!

Yeah, well, the fresh water
fishing season just opened,

and, uh, judging by
Abernathy's office,

he couldn't pass
a gold fish bowl

without throwing in a line.

Do you know how many lakes,

how many streams
and reservoirs there are

within a hundred-mile
radius of here?

Wherever Abernathy is,

he's probably cashing
checks, or using a credit card.

Or spending cash.

Well, we've got to
hope it's not cash.

Anyway, why don't you get a list

of all of the cancelled
checks from Abernathy's bank;

where and by whom
they were cashed.

And do the same thing

with all the credit
card agencies.

Aren't you overlooking
a fourth possibility?

What's that?

That Abernathy's dead.

Traynor here.

Yeah.

That number you got from
the girl at Abernathy's...

Yeah? N.G.

Mr. Wickersham's
coming on the line.

Yeah, Lou.

Boswell called me.

The news of the
libel suit hit the fan.

The paper may shut down.

Yeah, well, whoever set Boswell
up has done a pretty good job.

They'll destroy him unless we
can prove Miniver's on the take.

Joe, I'm not telling you
how to work on the case,

I'm not putting
pressure on you...

You're also not telling
me some bad news.

Let's hear it, Lou.

Boswell is a big man.

He's asked me to
help. I can't refuse.

Well, uh, if this
town is big enough

for the Republicans
and the Democrats,

I guess there's no reason
why you and I can't share it.

I've got copies of all reports.

I'll read them on the plane.

Yeah, well, uh, just
to keep Traynor happy,

somebody ought to read them.

Do what you can on
that Abernathy thing.

I'll phone in.

Oh, the green sedan, huh?

Well, there's nothing

like a nice early morning
ride in the country.

Mrs. Dover?

You want free air, free
water or free battery service?

No, I, uh... Well, you sure don't
want gas, or you wouldn't park there.

You are Mrs. Dover? Yep.

You have a car registered
to you, a green sedan.

Henry?

You trying to sell me insurance?

Process server?

That car could've
been in an accident.

Henry don't like
process servers.

And when Henry don't like
somebody, he swings a mean ax.

Um, no, actually, I'm
not selling, I'm buying.

What and for how much?

Information. $20?

Henry don't like sharp traders.

Who was driving that
green sedan last night?

Well... What has
he ever done for me?

Does he care?

My own son, he
wouldn't lift a finger.

That lazy, no-good Cornwall,
that's who took the car.

Took off a week
ago... Not a word.

Did he leave a
forwarding address?

To forward what,
his comic books?

What about, uh, friends
or business associates?

Business associates?

Run around all night
and sleep all day...

That's a business?

And his friends I
wouldn't know about.

They all look alike to me.

Long hair and dirty fingernails.

Mrs. Dover, uh, is there anyone
who might help me find him?

Well, Cornwall's
girlfriend, Gloria Turnbull.

She might know.
Where could I find her?

I wouldn't know.

I, uh, I got a
picture of her inside.

I could let you have that

if it'd help any. Couldn't hurt.

Henry.

Of course, um...

it's in an awful
expensive frame.

Oh, well, naturally,
I figured it would be.

There you are.

That... is Gloria Turnbull?

That's Cornwall
there on the right.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, mind if I use your
phone? Go ahead.

I got no stock in
the phone company.

Yeah, Mannix, here.

Get me Traynor.

Traynor, listen,

I want a rundown on a
girl named Gloria Turnbull.

Gloria Turnbull?

Right. Hang on.

Suzanne?

Gloria Turnbull... dig up
everything available on her.

Now, I've got something for you.

You wanted Abernathy?

That credit card angle
of yours was inspired.

We've located him for you.

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Hey, mister!

What's going on?

Hey, mister!

Wait!

Hey!

Hey, mister.

Hey, mister, wait!

You can't take that boat!

Hey, mister!

Come on back with that boat!

It's not for free!

Come on back here!

Come on back with that boat!

Come on back!

Sid was like a brother to me.

He got me my
first newspaper job.

He's my son's godfather.

He might be alive if
you'd told us his name.

Homer, face it... Abernathy
deliberately set you up.

He did not
deliberately set me up.

Not Sid.

Okay, not Sid.

Who?

What about the girl that claimed she
was Sid's secretary, what about her?

We have a computer check on her.

She was Abernathy's ex-wife.

Divorced seven years ago.

No criminal record.

Then why don't
you dig into Miniver?

He's going to win a million
dollars in this libel suit.

That seems like a
very good reason to me.

Mr. Boswell, you edit
an excellent paper.

You've had training
and experience.

What are your
qualifications as a detective?

Thank you, Chris.

Well, there's nothing here.

Here are copies for you.

As you'll notice,

there were no large deposits

in Abernathy's bank
account prior to, uh...

Wait a minute.

That's interesting.

I'll see you later.

Mm-hmm.

Office supplies,
car rentals, liquor...

What's the matter,
is that the first time

Mr. Mannix has ever seen
a monthly expense report?

He saw something else.

Like what? There's
not one item on here

that couldn't be duplicated
in a thousand different...

Mr. Boswell, please
stay out of detective work.

This.

$200, publications,
Fleetway Messenger Service.

I spend several hundred
dollars a month on publications.

It's the only way you can
keep up with what's going on.

All right.

You pay a newsstand, a
magazine, or a book store.

Have you ever
ordered publications

from a messenger service?

Who is it?

Fleetway Messenger.

Who do you want?

Cornwall Dover.

Ow! My back!

You lose... Scout's honor.

What do you want?

Right now, I'll settle for

how, why and by whom
Boswell was framed.

Dig him... a dreamer.

You know, that libel case
won't come to trial for two years.

That ought to give me a lot
of time to get you to cooperate.

I don't really need this.

It just saves me the
trouble of proving that I don't.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm a good loser, really.

Easy come, easy go.

Only I haven't got the big
word to give you what you want.

Sounds like the
beginning of a proposition.

What's the rest?

I gotta make a phone call.

Uh, really.

You can hear what I say, okay?

It's a private number.

Hello, Gloria?

It's me.

Hey, look I got Mannix here.

Well, I haven't exactly got him.

Anyway, he's here
and he wants the stuff

and I'd kind of like
to give it to him.

She say ten grand.

Deal... after I see that
I'm getting what I paid for.

No. She's saying
no, definitely no.

How do I know I'm not
going to get an envelope

full of old comic books?

Come on.

Gloria.

Sorry to hang you
up, but we're haggling.

She say, "Don't haggle."

All right, deal.

We'll use the Fleetway
Messenger Service.

One messenger will pick
up the money from us,

another will pick up
the information from you.

We'll arrange for them
to meet some place

where we can both be protected.

Okay, okay.

Gloria, have the
stuff ready at 3:00.

A messenger from
Fleetway will pick it up

where you and me met yesterday.

Bye-bye.

Okay.

Go, man, go!

Get that beautiful ten grand.

No, no chance.

You don't get out of my sight

until after the
deal's closed at 3:00.

Give me that phone.

Oh, man, you're really
nowhere, you know that!

Selling Abernathy
old comic books

at a hundred or two a pop...

That's a pretty cheesy
cover up for blackmail.

What do you mean, blackmail?

He was a collector
of comic books.

It's a big thing, really.

Come on.

Abernathy wouldn't
know an old comic book

unless it had fins and a tail.

His ex-wife got
something on him?

Yeah, Mannix here.
Get me Wickersham.

You can't prove a thing.

I'm not going to try,
if you're a nice boy.

Lew, I'm going to need

ten grand... Just
charge it to account 714.

A messenger will pick
up the money from us

and deliver the information
that will clear Boswell.

Yeah, and after they deliver
that call me at Klondike 5-6237.

Oh, and I'd like to check
out another phone number,

but I only got the first
four digits by the clicks.

It got a little
noisy after that.

Yeah, the first
four digits are 5553.

Yeah, well, I know there are

a thousand possible
numbers left, Lew.

But I have the greatest confidence
in those expensive computers.

Be philosophical,
Lew, just think of what

your electrical bill
would have been

if I'd only got the
first three digits.

On the telephone
numbers Mannix requested,

if a telephone number is
listed under a company name,

I want a rundown on
personnel employed.

Yes, sir.

Of course, that means
a lot of hard work

and a very slim chance.

Can you think of any
reason for hiring a detective

if there would be no work

and the chance of
solution excellent?

No, sir.

As per your 714 code request,

here are the serial numbers
requested by Mannix.

Thank you.

I'm surprised we could get
those papers for $10,000.

It's shocking.

It's in a class all by itself.

These are lies.

Senator, do you
deny that $20,000

was deposited in a Swiss
bank account in your name?

Of course I deny it!

What about this report?

What about these photostats
of the checks made out to you?

This isn't graft... this
is downright thievery.

Senator, can you
offer any explanation?

I can say to you, sir,

I have at all times
acted honorably.

I don't expect belief.

In your position, I
wouldn't believe either.

Homer...

you have known me since
you first came to this town.

We've disagreed
more often than not.

We've fought down
through the years

and often with
weapons... You and I,

that were not suitable for
the arsenal of gentlemen.

But I've always
respected your honesty.

Evidently, you've
never respected mine.

Am I supposed to respect
a man who could do that?

I didn't do it!

I hope in time to
be able to prove

these documents are
a deftly devised snare

in which I'm caught, but
which is not of my handiwork.

You should know,
Homer, how paper can lie!

I'll withdraw my
suit, of course.

One must go into
court with clean hands.

Mine seem to be soiled.

I'm sorry, Delbert, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'll give you the benefit of
the doubt you're not giving me.

I don't believe you're
responsible personally

for this... sordid frame-up.

Senator.

Well, Mr. Mannix, looks
like I owe you an apology.

I'm deeply indebted.

Thanks to you, Mr. Mannix,
Miniver is withdrawing his suit.

Why?

You caught him

with his hand in the cookie jar.

Didn't he deny this?

Of course he did.

All right, Mannix,
let's have it.

Well, these papers have nothing
to do with the item you published.

The libel suit... This is larceny...
it's even more conclusive.

If it's true.

Mr. Mannix...

the libel action is
being withdrawn.

That's all we're interested in.

May I remind you
that Mr. Boswell,

not the senator, is your client.

I know... but does my client
want to sidestep a lawsuit

by blackmailing the
man who's suing him?

I assume that you
weren't accusing me

of blackmail, Mr. Mannix.

I'd rather... I'd rather think

you're just being
careless with your words.

Well, what word would
you like me to use?

After all, you are
threatening to expose Miniver

to force him to back down.

Just a minute, Mr. Boswell.

Joe, is this evidence a plant?

Is Miniver innocent?

I don't know.

Then you're wasting
our time. Yeah, maybe.

But just who collected
all this information

and got it ready for me to buy?

It destroys Miniver.

Or, uh, do you think he also
planted this to ruin himself?

I don't see that it's
our concern to worry...

Go on with that.

I don't like coincidences.

I get close to Abernathy,
and he gets killed.

I find Cornwall, who barely has
enough brains to be a messenger boy,

and suddenly we're given all
the answers to our problems.

Not given.

We paid $10,000.

Well, it could be
somebody figured that

if they gave us the
information on a silver platter,

we'd smell a red herring.

$10,000 is expensive enough
to sound like an extortion plot,

but cheap enough
to insure a buyer.

That money's a cover-up, Lou.

If Miniver was that big a thief,

he'd pay ten times that amount
to get rid of that evidence.

Wait a minute,
what you're saying is

that the original
information was faked,

and it was planted to
ruin me, is that right?

Cling to that notion, Homer,
and nothing can save you

from a million-dollar
judgment except bankruptcy.

Well, you've
brought me full circle.

The case isn't closed.

Not quite yet.

Well, we've tracked down
952 possible telephone numbers

based on the first
four digits you gave us,

and not one has any
remote connection

with anybody vaguely
concerned with this case.

Well, the other 48,
are they possibles?

They're impossible... they're
private, unlisted numbers.

There's no chance
of getting them away

from the telephone company.

You mean Intertect doesn't
have the muscle to spring them?

No private company has.

Uh, the 714 code... the $10,000?

I have the serial numbers on
the bills we gave to the messenger.

Well, I guess we'll just
have to go with that.

Yeah. And watch yourself...

I don't want you catching
a bullet in the back.

I'd like to avoid
that myself, Lou.

- I - want this case resolved

without you or our
client being hurt.

You're very considerate, sir.

But I've lived too long
in the political jungle

to believe someone
holding a knife at my throat

withdraws it just to be nice.

I'm not sure in which
direction the knife is pointed,

but if the evidence against
you is ever disproved,

Homer Boswell is in big trouble.

That you even raise the question
indicates you know I was framed!

No, I don't.

But if you have been,

the same people have set
up both you and Boswell.

What exactly do you want?

Your word that
you'll drop the lawsuit

if you're convinced that
Boswell was innocent

of any wrongful intent
in printing that column.

He, in turn, will agree
to withhold publication

of the evidence against you.

I didn't think I had much
of a bargaining position.

Now I'm beginning to wonder.

Well, while you're wondering,
consider what happens to you

if the evidence in Boswell's
hands is ever made public.

Now, Boswell is ruined
by the libel suit anyway,

so he has nothing to lose even
if the accusations prove false.

If they're true, you've had it.

Either way, your career
in the senate is over

the moment those canceled
checks appear in the newspapers.

By the time you
could clear yourself,

the senate would
be a dim memory.

You've got my word. What else?

The case involves blackmail of
a senator, extortion and murder.

Obviously, there are facts which
you don't want made public...

But we need help.

I want a run-down on
some phone numbers.

I'll see if I can
get a court order.

Those phone numbers
and the serial numbers

on $10,000 are our only leads.

The police could
go after the money

without publicizing the more
delicate aspects of the case.

The numbers are being
printed in the newspapers

with a warning they're a
pay-off in an extortion plot.

We want the extortionist to learn that
he was given money he can't spend.

Why?

He might get mad and try to kill

the man who double-crossed him.

Mannix.

You're a fink. Walk.

Where, to a nice, quiet alley
where you can pull that trigger?

Oh, I could pull it right
now. I'd like to, you know?

I don't think you'll take that
chance here on a busy sidewalk.

Mannix, I'm gonna
blow your brains out

unless you go over
there and get in that car.

Why don't you make
it seem worthwhile?

Okay. You get me
$10,000 in unmarked bills.

No, no, no... $15,000 this
time, you understand me?

And no funny business...
You see, I figured out

that business about account 714.

That's a code to
take serial numbers.

Suppose I do get you that money.

Till you do, you
could stay alive.

Now, walk.

Uh, Mannix, open your coat.

Ah.

The key's in the
car... You drive.

Traynor, have you
heard from Mannix?

Mr. Mannix checks
in when he feels like it.

He might also fail to
call if he caught a bullet.

I'm sorry.

I try to run this office

according to the
directives sent down.

But Mr. Mannix seems
to be the odd man out.

What about the serial
numbers on the pay-off money?

Well, published
in all the papers,

announced on
radio and television,

printed copies
posted in all the banks.

Could Mannix have called and
talked to someone else in the office?

Nope. A blue memo, urgent,

went out to all secretaries
and phone operators

advising them that I
receive all messages

and phone calls from Mannix.

Traynor here.

Uh, just a moment, I'll see.

For you. Mannix?

Senator Miniver.

Yes, Senator?

He did?

The judge approved.

Hold on a moment,
please, Senator,

while I get someone
to take down the list.

Put this on tape... Senator
Miniver's gonna read

the names of the owners of
the unlisted phone numbers.

Go ahead, please, Senator.

Hello, Gloria.

What about the money?

He's gonna call for it.

Same deal as before with
a messenger picking it up,

only this time unmarked bills.

No, I don't like the phone part.

He might tell them something.

Well, you seem to have a
lot of trouble with telephones.

That number you gave me
the first night we met, YMCA.

And the, uh, first
four digits here

don't match the number
that Cornwall called.

You made a little too
much out of using her name.

I didn't think you were
talking to her. Get rid of him.

I can't, you see...
he took my gun.

Either you get her back

or you don't come back.

Now, you better
believe it. Move!

Gloria, wait! He's all right!

Really, he's all right!

Wait!

What do you
mean, he's all right?

He means I've got a gun on him.

Now, let's get a few
things straightened out.

Who are you working
for? Don't tell him.

He'll shoot us. No, he
won't! What can he prove?

The $10,000? We
haven't even seen it.

A couple of murders.

Prove it. We had no motive.

As you say, I haven't
got much proof,

but if I turn you
over to the police,

you haven't got much
assurance they won't nail you.

What kind of a deal
do you want to make?

Don't tell me who...
Just tell me what.

What was behind that item
planted in Boswell's column?

He's pretty cute...

He figures if he knows
what, he'll find out who.

You can bet on it.

While I'm trying to find out,
I won't be interested in you.

You might have time to
get away. And the money?

You've already got $10,000
in hot serial numbers.

Now, if you get away, you
can wait until that cools off.

You offer a rotten deal.

I deal in a pretty rotten
type of merchandise.

Come on, Gloria,
it's our only chance.

All right. Abernathy
planted the item

because I told him to.

I knew a couple of things
only an ex-wife would know.

Why did you want it planted?

I didn't. A gentleman
paid for the service.

You'll never find him

behind all the corporations
and dummy companies he has,

but he owns the land near
the dam Miniver wanted built.

There's a million dollars in shale
oil coming out if no dam goes in.

Hold it, Mannix!

Throw it away.

You're an idiot, Cornwall.

For a few thousand
dollars, you jeopardized...

You killed her!

You okay?

Yeah.

Nice you could drop in.

Miniver got me the phone
numbers... one was Gregg's.

I followed him, but he lost me
when he ducked into the building.

Yes, the old
horseshoe-nail bit again.

For want of $10,000,
a million was lost.