06x06 - The Inside Man

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A-, silent alarm,
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Welbourne.

Car one-seven. On my way.

Here! Get going! Go on!

Well, we got what you wanted.

You did all right, Mitch.
Real good.

Yeah. He k*lled a cop.

He did what he had to do,

with no second thoughts.

You're the boss.

That's right.

I'm the boss.

I can't keep calling like this.

You've got to do
something right away.

We can only help if
you'll identify yourself.

For me to be a witness
against the organization,

you've got to prove you
can protect me, guarantee it.

Get me out of New Orleans.
Who are you?

First, you've got
to find me a contact

who can get me out safely.

Call in two weeks;
we'll tell you about our man.

But we got to know who you are.

First you've got to prove
the plan is safe for me.

Because I'm not risking
my neck to be a hero.

Calls from Miami
every other Saturday.

He's never on long enough
to trace him.

That's not much to go on.
No.

He's in Lytell's organization.

He's here in New Orleans,
we know that much.

And those voice prints
aren't going to do us any good

unless we can
match them to something.

Time is running out.

I'm not gonna risk Mannix's life

because everybody
around here is in a hurry!

Phone calls
could be a trap, right?

Or this guy who wants out

could just be getting
more and more scared

because we're waiting too long.

Hi. Come on in.

You know, you had
a very nice funeral yesterday.

Too bad you couldn't see it.

I just hope this works out, sir.

Yeah.
You have the code phone.

If there's an emergency...

if you think anybody's seen you
who might recognize you,

call me immediately.

Nobody's gonna see me
in those bayous

except tree squirrels
and water snakes.

Okay?
Okay.

I should've sent one of my own
men into the organization.

Here we go again.

Any man you send in
could have been spotted.

An outsider's better.

And a private detective.

All right, don't worry
about it, he's good.

He spent months
building up a cover,

including time in the state pen.

Besides, he's got
a personal axe to grind.

Like what?

One of my Lieutenants
back in L.A. was, uh...

was k*lled by somebody
in Lytell's organization,

the way they think Mannix
k*lled Sergeant Thompson.

My Lieutenant's name
was Barry Owen,

and he saved Mannix's life once.

We're after
a whole organization,

and maybe he'll just settle

for nailing one
cheap torpedo in that mob.

He's after the man
who k*lled Barry Owen.

He thinks it was Lytell himself.
Now, what more do you want?

Okay.

But I forced the chief
to accept this deal.

My reputation is on the line.

Okay, if you lose this job,
I'll get you another one.

Who's this?

He's all right;
he's my staff legal counselor.

You telling me he knows
something about this?

I only know you've found
a man in the organization

who's willing to come out.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Captain Caffey told me to file a
progress report with code names.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

See you later.

He doesn't know
anything about Mannix.

I hope not.

Listen, I don't know
what you know

about the law
of probabilities, Captain,

but for every man who knows,

you keep doubling the chance
of a secret being leaked

and Mannix getting k*lled.

On the other hand,
I can relax and enjoy life.

Doing nothing appeals to me.

Wrong. Your kind
can't sit still.

If you want job security, go
to work for the big companies.

But if you want to get rich,
don't take vacations.

Anything you say, Mr. Lytell.

I've got a really
important job for you.

After you take
a few days off to be a bum.

Hello?

Yes, sir.

It's from downtown.

Go ahead.

An informer?

You sure?

He, uh, gave me the weekend.

We could go over to Florida,
go for a sail,

take in the races,
dance a wild fandango.

You've been more aggressive
about me lately.

Well, don't you like it?

What if I said yes this time?

It's certainly
an improvement over no.

I'll take care of it.

Mitch?

That phone call...

it said you're getting ready
to be a government witness,

inform on our operation.

Yes or no?
True or false?

What do you think?

If I thought it was you,

I'd k*ll you myself
without telling you.

But I don't think
you've been with us long enough

to know what you...

what you'd have to know.

Maybe Coden.

Or Hayes.

Or Page.

How do you know
the information is right?

It's right.

Our man doesn't make mistakes.

I'll find the guy...

my way.

Clear everybody out.

Party's over;
tell them to go home.

He wants everybody out.

You say.

He says.

Come on, we'll keep
the party going at my place.

Without me.

Since Mitch came along.

That's it, fellas, party's over.

Mitch, what's eating Lytell,
pushing everybody out?

I was supposed to have
a meeting with him.

Doesn't tell me anything
he doesn't tell you.

You know, I'd like to get
away from here for a while--

Sun, sea, air-- no promises.

Beaches in Florida
are made for no promises.

Is that a promise?

The flag is up.

There they go.

Mary's Ladle goes in front.
Amigo is second.

Magdalene is third,
followed by King's Friend.

Move it.

Around the clubhouse
turn it's Mary's Ladle

at the railing about by a head.
Amigo is second by a length.

Bobby Sweeney is third by a
length. Coming up from the...

Come on.

Hey, the excitement's out there.

I was wondering
what made you run.

Now on the backstretch,

Mary's Ladle's up by
a half length...

Something important happened
yesterday, didn't it?

Because of the phone call?

You answered the phone.

Did the man identify himself?

Never does.

The, uh, voice
the same each time?

Oh...

Either you're very
naive or, uh...

or you're after something.

Not naive.

Just ambitious.

What made you tie up
with Lytell?

Money.

That all?

What else?

Hmm, the excitement,
the ease of v*olence,

limits of taking chances.

Same things that attracted me.

For me, it was strictly
business.

When a man wants the good life,

the organization is the only
place to be.

You talk around me, not to me.

I always did have a rotten
since of direction.

By

Good night, Angela.

Mitch?

Lytell knows about the informer.

How?

Phone call came in
the other day.

He must have a contact
in the department.

He doesn't know the name
of the informer yet.

He's as stuck as we are.

We gotta move fast.

The man we want is still
only a voice on the phone

the first and third Saturdays
of each month from Miami.

And he's only going to move if
we guarantee he dies of old age.

Lytell has got to move against
one of us and soon,

to save himself
and the organization.

Does the girl suspect this
trip's just a cover-up?

No.

Can you talk to her,
ask her about the informer?

She hasn't said anything.

But then,
she doesn't know that much.

You're defending her, Joe.

She's not the issue, Adam.

You just take care of the big
things, like, uh, getting me

the name of the man who's
been making the calls.

You just take care of the little
things, like staying alive.

You know what
the police are after?

What they're always after.

I mean, all of us.

They're after me,

for that Lieutenant who was
k*lled in Los Angeles.

Nobody knows anything.
Nobody saw anything.

Guys who get nervous
invent information.

They invent victims.
They invent evidence.

You accusing me of talking?

Prove I shouldn't.

Hey, uh, I mean, how am I gonna
prove I'm not an informer?

By proving someone else is.

Who?

That's your problem.

Prove it's someone else,

or prove it isn't you,

one or the other.

I've been with the
organization years.

Your medal's being made.

What are you trying
to put on me?

Uh, is there,
uh, something to put?

I was with the big operations,
like St. Louis, like...

Lots of guys in
the St. Louis operation

aren't with it now
or anyplace else.

But I stayed.

Yes, well, the government's been
known to contact men

who've been with the
organization a long time

before they surfaced.

I've had plenty of chances,

if I was the kind
who wanted to talk.

Then isn't now.

Six different cities,
and you knew it,

including the overseas
operations.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Do I make the Miami
run tomorrow?

I didn't cancel it.

You give with one hand and
take away with the other.

Just find the informer.

Or run the risk of someone
making a case against you

to save his own hide.

Meaning I'm included?

Everyone's included.

You're asking me to prove

I'm no longer something
I never have been.

No. Just prove that what
you claim is true.

Under the circumstances,
uh, what would that be?

Uh, can't you reach
into your hip pocket

and pull out proof that says
you're not the informer?

Or that you could name
the right man if you had to?

My hip pocket is empty.

Well, then you have
a lot of work to do.

What kind?

Maybe I want you
to play peeping Tom

when the bagmen
make their run to Miami.

What?

You see how much you thought
you knew,

and how little you really did?

I'm clean.

Don't depend on it.

Nobody can touch me.

You're going to have
to prove it.

Just like everyone else.

Because all the others will try

to prove they're not
the one I'm looking for.

Aren't you taking a big risk?

Just the opposite.

They take it for me.

And you.

I don't know enough
to harm anyone.

Maybe, maybe not.

Stop toying with me.

If you think you
know something, say so.

You know names.

Only those you wanted me to.

You know about the L.A. police
Lieutenant who was k*lled.

Nothing. Not his name,
not who k*lled him.

I don't know enough
about anything

to be a danger to anybody.

You've gone out with
a lot of my people.

I'm one of your people.

You've been close
to some of them.

So that's it.

Now, I've never
made a pass at you.

Oh, you're stylish and educated,
just what I need out front.

Uh, but you're not my kind
for anything else.

Plenty of others for that.

Only none of them could work out
front with, uh, your manner.

Then you don't suspect me?

I like to keep an open mind.

About all of us.

Mm-hmm, including Mitch.

Are you saying him especially?

I'm saying why not Mitch, too?

Save yourself.

Find out.

Ask him the right questions.

You know for the first time,
you really frighten me.

Well, when this is all over,

and you help me
find the informer...

...there won't be anything
to be afraid of, will there?

My hotel... two bagmen,

Coden and Page,
every other Saturday.

It's got to be one of them.

And you?

Room .

I'll call you.

Mr. Lockwood?
That's right.

Oh, I didn't order
any champagne.

Compliments of a guest, sir.

One glass?

Sure looks like it.

I have an empty champagne glass.

That's funny.

I have a full bottle.

By

by

Yeah?

He's talking
on the other phone right now.

We've been talking longer
than we should.

Now they know
someone's ready to come out.

How can I be sure
you'll protect me?

Our man can get you out
right now.

You'll have immunity.

Lytell knows.

I'm not ready to come out.

We go back tonight?

Tomorrow.

Oh, good.

Find yourself something to do.

I'm going to be busy.

Operator.

Yeah. Give me an outside line,
will you?

Operator.

Operator, I want to talk

to whoever's on the line
in Room .

It's an emergency.

May I have your name?

Uh, Mr. Lytell
calling Mr. Coden or Mr. Page.

Just tell them.

I have an emergency call
from a Mr. Lytell

for Mr. Coden or Mr. Page.

Well, this is Page.
I'll take the call.

Uh, hello? Hello?

This is Page, sir.

Hello?

Operator?

Operator?!

You've been cut off, sir.

Cut off?
What do you mean?

I'm sorry, sir.

What do you mean-- "cut off?"

I'm sorry, sir.
You've been cut off.

Yeah?

Yeah, right.

Okay.

Thanks very much.

Well, the new voice print
matches all the others.

The man who answered the phone

when Mannix called
is the man we want.

His name is Val Page.

Well, make your move.

Tell Mannix to get him out.

Only a few of us knew

that Page and Coden
were in Miami.

Who would have called him
using my name?

Who said anyone did?

Well, Page wouldn't have
any reason to invent it.

Maybe someone tried
to get him in trouble?

Hello?

Sure.

You're a lucky man.

It's Angela.

Don't ask me questions.

Just talk to me.

Tell me good things
and pleasant things

that don't have anything
to do with Lytell.

I told you not to worry.

He scares, too.

He's worried about Page,
not you or me, just Page.

Lytell terrifies me.

You know, I never saw it before,

but I heard stories,
and they never touched me.

He's death, isn't he?

He's death and dying.

What happened?

Page came to me,
and he wanted me to help him.

To do what?

Well, I never saw him
like that before.

He was pale and frightened,

and his hands were cold.

He didn't think
Lytell believed him

about the phone call.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I can only help
if I can find him.

Now, where'd he go?

But it could be you or me.

Our only chance is if I can
get him before they do.

Well, he said
they sent him to a villa.

Villa?

Or the Villa,
just outside the city.

How long do I have to wait here?

Till Lytell shows.

Well... why can't you wait
with me?

Don't worry.

It'll be okay.

Better leave it dark.

You took a big chance
coming here.

It's all over.

I lost the man who would have
pinned everything on Lytell.

You lost him?

Yeah.

Page.

They k*lled him.

When?

This morning out at a place
they call the Villa.

They must have found out
he was the man we wanted.

They k*lled the wrong man.

What?

It wasn't Page.

Yeah, but Pa...

What about the voice prints?

We had the wrong name.

Page never called us.

I had a call from the right man
minutes ago,

and the voice prints matched.

But it was Page
in the hotel room.

Maybe by the time you cut in,
the real one was off the phone.

Coden.

Lytell won't stop with Page.

Yeah, but he doesn't know
he got the wrong man.

I've got to get Coden
out of there.

It's too dangerous
for you to go back.

We can't even trust Coden now.

There's one person
I can trust...

just one.

Don't answer it.

I told you all I know.

Only as far as you went.

But you hired him.

You know a lot more than I do.

You were with him
the last time in Miami.

Oh.

Well, then why ask?

You know everything.

Not everything.

You like him?

Love?

Maybe.

Love isn't maybe.

It's yes or no.

Like rich or poor,
dead or alive.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

But I hired you
to watch everybody, right?

Because you're cool.

And men are something
you can take or walk away from.

I didn't tell him anything
about our arrangement.

You're protecting him.

I have no reason.

Is your life worth it?!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Mitch could be the informer.

I thought it was Page.

Who says there's only one?

Or worse.

An undercover agent sent in
to bring out the informer.

Find the fish, find the shark.

Is it worth your life
to protect him either way?

Or is it worth my life
to protect you?

Once you told me,

you said
love was too expensive for you.

Well, this is the press.

Buy or sell.

What is it you...

you want to know?

I didn't hear you.

I said...

He could be.

He left twice
when we were at the hotel.

No reason to leave?

Especially no reason
at those times.

And he wouldn't...

talk about where he went or...

or what he did.

Like he used you for a cover.

Yes.

More?

Nothing.

Just personal.

Nothing.

Good.

What will you do?

You know me, Angela.

I never gamble.

What we did to Page,
we do to Mitch and Coden.

It's one of the three.

To silence the right one,
we silence all of them.

Simple arithmetic.

I was worried about you.

I called several times, and I...

Lytell wants to see you.

Give me a hint.

Am I in trouble?

Tell me for old time's sake.

We don't have old times.

Or anything?

Not even broken promises.

We didn't make any.

Mitch?

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I know.

Coden.

Mitch.

I've got a rush job.

Anything you say, Mr. Lytell.

I want you
to clean up some trouble.

Page had an accident.

What kind?

The kind informers usually have.

But when our men were going
to take him away,

a helicopter came over,
and they had to clear out.

Where is he?

Right where he fell.

You want me to get him?

I don't want his body dumped
into the water.

Too many patrols.

You'll carry him to this place.

I want him buried on land...

in an isolated spot.

Coden will help you.

Drive up to the Villa
in the morning.

You'll find Page
up near the top

where the waterfall starts.

By

I always thought
I knew Page's moves,

everywhere he went.

Maybe you didn't know
everything.

Maybe you know more.

Maybe.

But Lytell has all
the information on everybody.

So, Page is dead.

Nothing I can do about it.

He was going to talk.

Nothing I can do
about that, either.

Well, let's move him.

Wait a minute.

He may be booby-trapped.

Maybe you didn't notice.

Lytell has had a tail on us
all the way.

Page was k*lled
because Lytell thought

he was calling a police captain

the first and third Saturday
of every month.

I'm your contact.

I was sent in
to bring you out.

Turn around.

Lytell k*lled that police
Lieutenant in L.A., didn't he?

Barry Owen?

Turn around.

If we can make this m*rder rap
stick on Lytell,

you'll never have to be afraid
of him again.

On the other hand,

if the cops sent in somebody
to bring out Page--

Not me, but Page,
if they did--

It's too late.

Or do you think I believe

that you're the one
that was sent in to help?

I don't.

You've got me set
for a fall with Lytell.

Only it's gonna be your fall,
not mine.

That's because I tell him
you're a cop.

All these hints
about what you know.

You're a cop sent in
to bring out Page, not me.

Pick him up.

Lytell is gonna k*ll you and me.

First Page, then us.

He doesn't know which one it is,
so it's got to be all of us.

Pick him up.

It's your only chance, Coden.

Now!

Well, are you convinced, Coden?

We'll use the waterfall

as a cover
to get back to the car.

By

When we get to the end
of those rocks,

we won't have any more cover.

We'll have to make a run
for the car.

Unless the car's a setup.

Dynamite?
He uses it.

It's our only way out.
Let's go.

By

It dropped.

We've got to get 'em.
Get 'em!

Business as usual.

Sure nice to have it
that way again.

Would you like some coffee, Joe?

No, thanks, Peggy.

Hi, Peg.

Hi, Adam.

Hey, Joe.

Well, we got it all,
even the securities.

We picked up that fence

before he had time
to get rid of a single one.

That's great, Adam.

Yeah, we picked up everybody,
uh, including the girl.

You don't need her.

We got what we wanted.

She doesn't know anything.

I'll do what I can, okay?

Yeah.

You were gone three months,

and only met one girl?

I'll have that coffee now,
Peggy.

Was she pretty?

After a fashion.

Were you in love with her?

After a fashion.