06x21 - Search for a Whisper

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Jennifer, have the contracts
on the Transpact deal typed

and on my desk in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mannix.
That's right.

Good of you to come.

This is Jennifer Holt,
my secretary. Mr. Mannix.

Hello. How do you do?
How do you do?

You certainly don't look like

what I thought a private eye
would look like.

Well, if that's meant
as a compliment, thank you.

You're welcome.

You said it was important,
Mr. Langer.

You've come
highly recommended.

Are you as good as my sources
say you are?

Now you don't really expect
an unprejudiced opinion?

I just want to be sure
I'm hiring the right man.

You already decided that,
or I wouldn't be here.

You're not handicapped
with false modesty.

No. Are you?

Modest people aren't worth
$ million at age .

You're worth
more than $ million.

I'm more than .

Jennifer.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you at the office
in the morning.

Yes, sir. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

What did you have
in mind, Mr. Langer?

I want a political figure
investigated.

Why?

For reasons of my own.

I want you to dig up

every rotten thing
you can find out about him,

anything that could be used
as a smear.

Sorry, Mr. Langer.
I don't do that sort of thing.

And somehow, I didn't figure it
to be your style.

You're right. It isn't.

But I'm making an exception
in this case.

I hope you will, too.

It depends on the reason.

I want you to dig deep,

deep enough to destroy him
if you can.

Who is this man?

Me.

This isn't common knowledge,

but a group of my
politically influential friends

have formed
a citizen's committee

to back me for candidate
for governor.

And?

Politics is a dirty business.

I want to know
what they could use against me.

Well, you should know

what they might be able
to use against you.

Up to a point,

but anyone determined
to create a scandal

can blow up
any insignificant incident.

I want you
to start from scratch,

see what you can build up
against me.

A good detective can usually
find dirt wherever he digs.

Perhaps so,
but I want to know what it is

and how bad it will be.

And if I find something?

Mr. Mannix, my wife's
comfort and peace of mind

are more important to me
than any political office.

If she can be hurt
by something that smears me,

I won't walk away
from the nomination, I'll run.

I don't understand,
Mr. Mannix.

What do you mean,
you're investigating my husband?

I'm doing a magazine profile
for "Business Progress."

Uh, most people know
what your husband has done,

but, uh, not what he is.

I've come to you
for the person behind the image,

uh, for human interest,

which usually means, uh,

human frailties as well,
Mrs. Langer.

Uh, we all have them.

Weaknesses that, uh, the reader
can identify with.

When Adam and |
were first married,

it bothered me that |
couldn't find any weaknesses.

So I've long since
given up the search.

But good luck to you.

You, uh, come from

a socially prominent family,
Mrs. Langer.

How about adjustments to--

If you plan on doing

a "she had to teach him
which fork to use" story,

let me tell you that my husband
does a thorough job

of everything he tackles.

He could give
any Washington hostess

a lesson in protocol.

Do I sound like a woman

very much in love
with her husband?

It's a nice sound, Mrs. Langer.

Thank you.

Ah, hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Here's your mail.

Oh, by the way,

did you, um, hire Albie
to do legwork

or to share your office?

Why?

Well, you go inside.
You'll see why.

Hi, Joe.

Albie.

I figured it was easier
to come here than phone.

Anyway, my office
is crummy.

Well, make yourself
right at home, Albie.

Thanks.

I was sure glad
you called, Joe.

Business hasn't been good.
Know what I mean?

I think it's because I've been
using old-fashioned methods,

so I got some new stuff.

Look.

Electronic.

With this, you can follow
a guy for miles.

What did you find out
about our client?

Joe, this is an important guy.

I mean, big. Buddy,
you're really moving up there.

What have you got, Albie?

It wasn't easy.

I mean,
an important guy like this,

you start asking questions,
people say "how come"?

You've gotta be careful.

And you told me
not to make waves.

Also, you didn't give me
much time to get so much stuff.

Albie, what have you got?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, let's see.

He was born
at -- Kenyon Street.

That's on the south side,
rats on the walls.

Well, that oughta be
pretty good for his campaign--

A man who's known poverty.

A little log cabin
never hurt anyone.

Parents both dead.
Kid worked his tail off.

Got a scholarship to college,
and he was off to the races--

Straight A's,
joined a fraternity,

class president.

Won the college
billiards championship

four years running.

Graduated with honors,
degree in engineering.

Sounds like a pretty nasty
character so far.

Mm.

Hey, go on, Albie.

Married Martha Given
ten years ago.

Landed him
on the society pages.

His company's built
some big government buildings,

and, like, a whole city
over in Arizona.

That's about it.

Hmm.

Anything on, uh,
personal problems,

uh, drinking, psychiatric,
uh, marital?

What?
Oh, you mean girls?

No.

He seems to be
a pretty together guy.

All right, you better
keep digging, Albie.

There's something
that he's worried about.

Maybe when he was a boy--

Had a newspaper route,
worked after school.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe that's what?

Where to start.

Back when he was a kid?

Yeah, well,
you said Langer won

the collegiate, uh, billiard
championship four years running.

Now he must have been
pretty good

before he entered college.

Oh, Joe,
every kid from the slums

knows how to sh**t pool.

Yeah, that's true,
but still,

when you hang around pool halls,
there's always the possibility

of meeting somebody
who plays more than pool.

How much a rack?

cents an hour.

Al right.

Been here long?

Eight years too long.

This place has been
here a lot longer than that.

In fact, it looks like
it might have been around

about as long as they have.

Oh, they come with me.

One's my wife's uncle.

The other one's
my brother-in-law.

Now you take
Taylor over there.

He was born in this place.

He'll probably die here,

and we'll bury him right here
in the side pocket.

Care to make a little game?
Straight pool.

Okay.

Go for a buck?

Why not?

You can break.

They, uh,

tell me, uh, you've been
around here a long time.

I know a guy,
grew up in this neighborhood--

Uh, Adam Langer.

Ever run into him?

Who?

Adam Langer.

Never heard of him.

Sloppy.
I'm way off my game.

Yeah.

-ball, straight in.

Hey, that's pretty good.

-ball.

♪♪-ball.

-ball.

-ball.

Make it from here.

Why?

Because I say so.

Couldn't you make it
any tougher?

Yeah, but it
wouldn't have been fair.

I didn't say
you should sh**t that one.

I'll take it.

No way.

$, right from there.

All I got is $...

and--and $ is $.

You cleaned me.
You're a pro.

What do you want to hustle me
for a stinkin' bucks for?

Oh, that--
that's lousy in my book.

I wouldn't hustle
another hustler.

That way,
no one makes a living.

You want a chance
to get your money back?

No. I'm tapped out.

And even if I wasn't,
the answer would be no.

I got a feeling
your luck's gonna change.

Starting even, your sh*t...

for all the money.

For all the money?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, uh...

Adam Langer
used to hang out in here.

You had to know him.

The first house
from the corner.

They tore it down.
It's a market now.

What kind of a kid was he?
Uh, sh**t a good pool?

Weak on -ball,

used to hustle a little.

Overall, he wasn't bad.

Okay?

Have you seen him since?

That's all the money
that's going down.

Now you want it or not?

I don't know nothing more
about him, honest.

He was a punk kid.

He used to sh**t pool

and run numbers for me
once in a while,

and that's all I know.

You just won the bet.

Mannix is still there,
Mr. Sobol.

Now he's using the phone.

Yeah, fine.

Put Albie on.

Albie, Joe's on the line.

Yeah, Joe.

The name of his fraternity?

Yeah, I think
it's on here somewhere.

Thanks, Albie.

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Which one of our boys
are you writing about?

Do you remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Class of .

Oh, of course.

I couldn't place
the name at first.

You see, I didn't come here
until ,

But if you want to know about
any of the boys since then--

Would there be anybody around
who was here in ?

That would've been Mrs. Nesbit.
She passed away some time ago.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, maybe some records?

Maybe the annual will help?

There'll be pictures
of all the boys, comments.

Here we are.

Adam Langer.
I've read about him.

He's done very well,
hasn't he?

But then,
most of our boys have.

Mrs. Oliver, uh,

did you know a girl
named Ada Lee Rennick?

I was Ada Lee Rennick.

It's Mrs. Hayes now.

Mrs. Hayes, uh,
do you remember Adam Langer?

Adam Langer?

Of course I remember him.

Well, I'm doing
a magazine article about him.

May I come in?

Of course.
Um, come in, Mister...

Mannix.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

How well did you know
Adam Langer?

Fairly well.

My husband's a little jealous.

Yeah, I can understand.

Please sit down.

Thank you. Uh...

how did you first
meet Adam?

Oh, well, every pretty girl
on campus knew Adam.

He saw to that.

We were engaged.

You b*at the competition?

Oh...
aren't you nice?

Would you like a chocolate?

Uh, no, thank you.

Hey, Hon, have you...

What's going on here?

He's a magazine writer, Eddie.

I'm doing research on someone
Mrs. Hayes went to school with.

Like who?

Adam Langer.

Well, she's got nothing
to tell you.

Get rid of him.
I'm hungry.

All right, Eddie.
I'm sorry.

That's quite all right.

Oh, Mrs. Hayes, uh, how did you
and Adam become unengaged?

Well, it-it just ended.

You know, college romances.

But you remained friends?

I've never forgotten Adam.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't think I ever will.

Well, could you tell me
what Adam was like,

who his friends were?

It's very important.

Is he gone?

Yes, Hon.

How about lunch?

Coming right up.
Just a minute.

I'll tell you how Adam and |
really broke up.

He, uh...

He lost his head over some
sweet young thing from Chicago.

Friends introduced them
at a dance one night,

and, uh...

well,

the next thing I knew,
he called to tell me

that, uh, he was going off
to see her,

and... he hoped there wouldn't
be any hard feelings.

Mm.

Do you, uh, remember her name?

Oh, yes.

It's not likely
I'd forget that name.

Barbara Pearson.

Funny. He, uh,
he never married her.

Well...

I guess that's
the way things go, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you said
he was gone?

Eddie, we were just talking.

Get back inside.

Now look, we were just-oh!

Oh!

I told you before--

Don't press your luck.

Just stay away
from my wife.

Mr. Mannix, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Uh... thanks for your help.

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The heck with it.

It's too late
to learn this game.

Oh.

It takes a lot of practice,
and you don't have the time.

He'll have a lot less
if he runs for governor.

Hello, Mr. Mannix.

Mrs. Langer.

Nice to see you,
Mr. Mannix.

You've hurt yourself.

Afraid I can't take the credit.

Would you believe
a, uh, jealous husband?

I think I would.

I've got some antiseptic
over in the first-aid case.

Thank you.

You got a lead on something?

I spent some time with
an old acquaintance of yours

at a place on th and Emmett.

He told me,
you used to hustle pool.

Yeah.

I made my spending money
in high school that way.

That won't hurt
my Abe Lincoln image, will it?

Oh, I don't remember hearing
that Abe Lincoln

used to run numbers.

Mr. Mannix, I was a slum kid
picking up pennies.

You hand a few slips of paper
to a guy on a corner,

and that way,
you can afford lunch.

If that information got you
that cut on your lip,

you were cheated.

Well, the fellow who gave it
to me was cheated worse.

He's dead.

How?

Hit-and-run,
according to the witnesses.

Hit-and-run?

And you think your questioning
had something to do with that?

It's hard to say.

Could've been an accident

or it could have been m*rder
for another reason.

The police said he had
a long list of arrests.

He never stopped hustling.

You move far enough away,

you forget what it's like
to live in the streets.

I talked to another friend
of yours--Ada Lee Hayes.

Ada Lee Hayes.

Now that takes me back.

Beautiful girl.

I understand, you always
had pretty girls around...

Including Barbara Pearson.

You really dig, don't you?

Well, that's what
you're paying me for.

You were head over heels
in love. What happened?

Summer romance,
long time ago.

They can't make a sex scandal
out of that.

Adam...

someone's taken
the first-aid kit.

I'll have to go
into the house.

Uh, don't bother, Mrs. Langer.
I heal quickly.

Will you stay for dinner?

No, thank you. I have a date
with your secretary.

Oh.

I hope you don't mind.

No, I don't mind at all.

Jennifer's a charming girl.
You'll like her.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure I will.
Good day.

Owney.
What are you doing here?

Where's your wife?

She ran down
to the market.

When she's coming back?

Oh, , minutes.

You're going to the ball game.

What ball game?

What do you care?

You already missed
the first half.

Look, uh, Owney, I don't know
what this is all about,

but believe me--

Oh, look, you don't
have to know what it's about.

I don't have to know
what it's about.

I got my orders.

Mm?

There's only one ticket.

That's right.

Just make sure you're seen.

So, uh...

I go to the ball game alone.

Uh...

what do you do?

Standing here talking,

you're gonna miss
the second half.

Look...

I-I don't know
who's heard what,

but I'm telling you, Owney,

there's nothing wrong.

Okay.

A-Ada Lee doesn't know anything
a-about me, about anything.

She doesn't--

She may not know.

But she talks.

What?

That guy who was here.

That magazine guy.

He asked questions...

and he got answers.

She--she won't open
her mouth again.

Leave it to me!

Believe me!

What are you yelling
at me for?

I'm only doing my job.

It's a mistake! Owney!

Owney...

I love her.

Well, you--

You could say...

we were gone
when you got here.

Give me-give me
a break, Owney.

You're...
you're not gonna do it.

C-could it hurt anybody
if we weren't here?!

Come on, Hayes.

You know how I work.

She won't know a thing.

Go on.

No. No! Owney, no!

You want to fight me?

You got
maybe an outside chance.

What are you gonna do,
fight the whole syndicate?

Go on.

Come on.

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The b*at's great,
but the melody's nowhere.

Peggy, don't sneak up
like that.

What are you doing?

Tracking the boss.

That's him,
all transistorized.

What?

He has a date
with Langer's secretary.

He's just turning
into th Street now.

Right there.

Range-- / miles.

You mean, you put
a bug in his car?

Uh-huh.

Does he know?

Mnh-mnh.

I've got the other receiver

on the roof
of the Thompson building.

I can get a precise fix
by triangulation.

Triangulation is where you get
a bearing from two points--

I know
what triangulation is,

but Joe's not gonna like this,
not one little bit.

Well, here we are.

That's just
what I was thinking.

Would you like to come up
for a drink?

I'll buy that.

Okay.

What's the matter?

Hmm?

What's the matter?

Oh, uh...

it's just a loose wire.

Oh, darn, darn, darn.

What's wrong?

Some bug.
It works for half a night.

Well, you get
what you pay for.

Oh, thank you.

You can put it anywhere.

The sofa's fine.

Would you like
some brandy?

Yes, uh, I think
that'd be just right.

Okay.

It must be fun,
working for Adam Langer.

Oh, itis.
It's a lot of fun.

I get to travel,

and I've met a lot of
really interesting people.

And now that he has a chance
of becoming our next governor,

I---

Can't ask for more.

That sounds like he's got
at least, uh, one vote for sure.

Oh, he's going to have
a lot more than that.

They tell me
that every secretary

is just a little bit in love
with her boss.

Do they?

Is it true?

Well, I worship Mr. Langer.

Worship is different
from love.

Yes, it is.

Is your brandy all right?

Fine.

You said one drink,

and I'm just, uh, nursing it.

I hope you don't put everything
in your report.

I'm very selective.

Soam.

Joe, I meant what I said
about a drink.

Mm-hmm.

Good night, Jennifer.

It was a lovely evening.
Thank you.

When you get, uh,
bigger brandy glasses...

call me.

Okay.

Mannix is becoming
a problem.

Yeah, I know.

His being able to link you
with Ada Lee worries me.

And now I'm afraid
he's liable to involve my wife.

I'll fire him in the morning.

Not good enough.

A man loses his job,
he starts thinking about it.

I don't like v*olence.

Can't be helped.

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Hi, Joe.

Peggy.

Hi, Joe.
How's it going?

Albie, now what about
that bug in my car?

Oh, I was only trying
to help, just in case.

Well, thanks anyway.

Now I want you to take
this lighter downtown

to Lieutenant Malcolm.

I want a fingerprint check
on it right away.

Okay, Joe.
Anything you say.

Yeah.

Joe, the files
are all up to date.

Can I go home now?

Yeah, go on.

Uh, it's time your son
finds out what you look like.

Whose fingerprints
are those?

They belong
to Adam Langer's secretary.

I want to make sure
that's all she is.

I got a funny feeling
that there's something going on

that I'm not supposed
to find out about.

I'll see you in the morning.

Joe...

There's somebody outside.

Just go back around
to the front of your desk

and act like
you've forgotten something.

All right. Who sent you?

You got it wrong.

Nobody sends me any--

Anywhere.

And you weren't following me?

What for?

Owen Thompson.

How many other names
you got?

That's it.

Who you working for?

I told you, I'm a loner.

Does the name Adam Langer
mean anything to you?

Who?

Okay.

b*at it.

What about my g*n?

Tell your boss
you got mugged.

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I had an important appointment
this morning, Mr. Mannix,

and I canceled it

because you said it was urgent
that you get background material

about my first meeting
with Adam.

I'm delighted to help
in any way that I can, but...

you seem suddenly
rather too persistent.

I'm sorry.

But then, this might be
more important to you

than it is to me.

Did you ever hear of a man
called Owen Thompson?

No.

Mrs. Langer,

did you know that your husband
had a reputation on campus

of being the local Don Juan?

Is that the level of the article
you're writing, Mr. Mannix?

Mm.

Let's talk about
his secretary.

Miss Holt? What about her?

She's a very lovely girl.

And a very efficient
secretary.

Then you've never wondered

why he couldn't be reached
at his office

or why he left on those sudden
out-of-town business trips?

Are you trying to upset me

so that I'll say something
you can print?

I'm asking questions
to get answers, Mrs. Langer,

maybe to help you find some.

Now you'd better tell me
everything you know

so I can help

instead of just letting it
become public knowledge.

What have you found out?

For one thing,

that you are worried.

Mr. Mannix...

Adam's career is more important

than anything I want.

How long have you known?

I-I-I don't know.

I mean, uh, I-I'm not sure.
Uh...

I've made myself believe that
when he's away, it is business.

Please...

please don't print that.

Mrs. Langer...

you have my word.

I know that my husband
is a complete man...

and the physical life
is very important to him.

I---

I've tried not to be
an inadequate wife.

I guess I always expected
to fail.

Please understand, uh,

I have no proof that--

There are so many things
I don't understand.

I was brought up
in a sterile world,

a world where everything
was given.

And it's different
for people that have to fight.

Their needs are different,
and...

If he's had to turn elsewhere,

if I've driven him into the arms
of another woman, then...

I'll try and win him back.

You really think that gorilla
was here last night

to k*ll you, Joe?

Ah, the only thing
I'm sure about is that

Adam Langer,
the people's choice,

has a wife who's afraid
he's playing around.

Joe, I thought you were
working for Langer.

You're supposed to be
on his side.

Yeah, and I thought
he was on mine.

Now I'm not so sure.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, he is.
Just a second.

Art Malcolm.

Yeah, Art.

Joe, you went to see
Ada Lee Hayes yesterday.

That's right.

What are you working on?

Sorry, Art.
That's privileged information.

It's not privileged anymore.

We just dragged her
out of the river.

How'd it happen?

It looks like su1c1de.

Her husband said
she was depressed.

She wasn't depressed yesterday.

Uh, by the way, Art, how are you
coming with those prints?

I'd like an identification
as soon as possible.

Hold on.

Charlie, do you have anything
on those prints from last night?

I'll have it for you

in a half-hour, Lieutenant.

Thanks.

We should have a report
in about a half-hour.

Now once more, Joe,
what are you working on?

I'm not sure yet,

uh, but that report
might be the answer.

Thanks, Charlie.

Is that your answer?

Yeah, part of it.

Coming.

Be right there.

Oh, Joe.

I didn't
expect you back quite so soon.

May I come in?

Well, I just got home
from the office,

and I thought I'd take
a shower.

This will only take a minute.

Okay. Come in.

Would you like
something to drink?

No, thank you.

Just a few explanations.

For one, I'd like to know about
the death of Ada Lee Hayes,

and for two, I'd like to know
who set me up for a k*lling.

Was it your boss?

I'd like to know
what you're talking about.

About syndicate killings,

the kind that sometimes happen
in Chicago.

You know, if this is a joke,
it's really in bad taste.

Oh, you remember Chicago.

I've never been there.

You were Barbara Pearson then,

according to
your driver's license.

Well,
there's certainly no law

against just changing
your name.

But there is one
against m*rder.

Now if I had found out
the connection yesterday,

I might have been able
to help Ada Lee Hayes.

What connection?

The one between you
and Adam Langer.

The syndicate got to you
early, too, didn't they?

Just as they did
to Langer himself.

Just a poor kid
off the streets,

a smart kid that they figured
they could bring along.

They took care
of his money problems,

and they also promised him
the world.

And he figured
he could play with fire

and put it out
whenever it got too hot.

But he learned differently,
didn't he?

The two of you
were very much in love,

but they decided you weren't
important enough to be his wife.

They were grooming him
for something bigger,

something that needed
a social background.

Having one of
their own men as governor--

Ah, the possibilities
were endless.

And, uh,
he convinced 'em that...

they should
let you stay on, uh,

in the background.

Would you get out of here?

Jennifer...

suppose word got out that
my information came from you?

The boys wouldn't like that.

The boys wouldn't believe it.
They know me.

Look what happened
to Ada Lee Hayes,

and all she remembered
was your name.

The boys don't like
loose ends, Jennifer.

What do you--what do you
want me to do?

Go to the police.

I wouldn't last hours.

Jennifer, the police
can give you protection--

All you need--
until this thing is over,

Um...

Al right.

Yes.

Yes, I loved Adam.

So I took
what they dished out.

And I watched him
go home to her

every night for ten years.

I even knew
when he fell in love with her.

You know something, Joe?

I don't owe him a thing.

I'll go get dressed.

Why don't you fix yourself
a drink?

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Oh, it's...

so cold.

Ah.

Okay. Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Her condition's improving, Joe.

Good, good.

Only I don't know how long

anyone's gonna be able
to protect her.

Hey, where's Albie?

Went somewhere.
Said he'd be back soon.

Joe, was she mixed up
with the syndicate?

Yeah, from the minute she fell
in love with Adam Langer.

They forced him into
a marriage of convenience,

but she stayed with him
because she loved him,

enough to try and k*ll herself
just now to protect him.

Why would Langer hire you
and then try to k*ll you?

Orders.

The boys wanted to see
if they'd covered their tracks

well enough
to run him for governor.

It was a gamble,
but well worth it.

When the thing started
to fall apart,

they had to get rid
of the evidence.

Ah,

Hey, Joe, listen,

I've been putting things
together, and you know what?

I think we're mixed up
in a syndicate deal.

Really, Albie?

Yeah. They're out to stop
Langer from being governor.

They're afraid of him,
and those guys play rough, Joe.

Yeah, as rough as there is.

Yeah,
but I took care of it.

How?

I put all Peggy's notes
on the case together

and delivered them
to the Langer house.

We're out of it, Joe.
Off the case.

Albie, you didn't?

You gave the file to Langer?

Oh, he was out,

but his wife took it.

Peggy, uh, if you suspected
your husband was unfaithful

and a detective's report
marked "confidential”

came into your hands,
what would you do?

I'm afraid I'd read it, Joe.

Right. Now look, Albie,
I'm going over there.

I want you to stay on this bug,
and if you hear one peep,

then you come get me,
and not alone.

Why don't you
make yourself a drink?

I'll go get the papers
in my office.

Martha?

Adam, this isn't true,
is it?

Where did you get
those papers?

I couldn't have lived
with you all of these years

and not known you.

Honey, I... don't know
what this is about.

Pay no attention to it.

I'm sure
it's an exaggeration

and it's...

not worth worrying about.

It is true.

You're what--
you're what it says.

You're a criminal.

Don't say that.

Don't even know it.

For your own sake,

forget what you've read.

But she does know.

She can't forget it.

I've got orders
to find you, Mannix.

Thanks for making it
nice and easy.

Let's go.

Where?

What do you care?

No matter where I say,
you ain't gonna like it.

Well, then you can understand
why I'm not anxious to go.

Hold it.

Take out the key

and hand it to me...

slowly.

That's nice.

Let's go.

Get going!

Let me congratulate you,
Mr. Mannix,

on a job well done.

I turned up more than
you needed, didn't I, Langer?

Sobol.

I'll drop out of the race.

I'll take Martha
with me somewhere.

We'll go to Europe.

There'll be no trouble.

Your wife doesn't realize
how this is gonna end, does she?

It's too bad about
that first step, Langer.

You could've made it
without them,

all the way.

Ohm

Mrs. Langer,

shall we go outside,

you and Mr. Mannix?

Hold it.

She won't talk.
It'll be all right.

Just give me a few moments
alone with her.

You know the rules.

I'll take full responsibility.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'll talk to them.

Rules.

Who do you think
you're talking to?

You're not even
on the council.

If I say it's all right,
it's all right.

Adam.

Stay here.

You take your orders from me,
do you understand?

I'll take full responsibility.

Al right.

I'm sorry, Martha.

There's nothing I can do.

You'll have to go with them.

Adam.

Adam?

Adam!

I'm, uh...

sorry about your husband.

I didn't have a husband.

They k*lled him
when he was .

It was just a matter of time
before they buried him.