07x04 - Little Girl Lost

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Oh, Daddy, look at the lion!

Oh, isn't he beautiful.

Come on, Tina,
a lot more to see.

Oh, look at him!

I bet you could walk
right under that elephant.

I wonder if they'll eat popcorn.

Let's see.

Oh.

Aw, honey.

I guess |-I just haven't
been giving you

much time lately, have ?

It'll be different
from now on, though.

Oh, that's okay.

I understand.

It takes a lot of time
to be a famous newspaperman.

And that's nice.

But what's really nice
is today--

Just the two of us.
Yeah.

I promised you, didn't I?

Just the two of us.
Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Lou, Tina.

What do you want, J.B.?

You promised.

And I meant it, honey,
really I did.

I didn't know he was
going to be here.

J.B., what do you want?

He wants to talk to you.

Even though you promised
to spend the day with me.

J-Just a couple
of minutes, Lou, huh?

I'm with Tina, J.B.

Some other time.

Well, uh, maybe Tina
would like an ice cream.

On me?

How about it, Tina?

You're wasting your time, J.B.

Forget the story, Lou.

The police say
it was an accident.

Now, now, let it go at that.

Andrew Alfaro was m*rder*d.

They're not going to
get away with it.

You know
who you're dealing with?

Sure.

The Syndicate.

So damn big in this town
that they k*lled Andrew Alfaro

because he wouldn't sell out.

So big, they got rid of the cop
on the case.

But they're not
getting rid of me.

Lou, listen to me...

No, you listen.

I don't know how they found out
I was working this story,

but you can tell them
not to bother

sending out any more
messenger boys.

Tina!

They cover themselves
too good, Lou.

The only thing
it's going to get you is hurt.

Hi, honey.

If they cover themselves
so good,

what are they worried about?

Let me tell you something, J.B.

They took the chauffeur
out of circulation,

along with what he had to say.

But I've got a good idea
where to get 'em back.

Lou, if you...

Good-bye, J.B.

I'm on your side.

Yeah.

Sure, I'm surrounded
by good friends.

Honey, would you mind if, uh,

well, if we cut today
a little short?

Tina...

Daddy!

I wonder how many of them are
relieved now that Lou's dead.

Just the ones who have
something to hide.

Which could be
just about everybody.

Uh, come on, there's somebody
I want you to meet.

Hello, George.

Yeah, thanks for coming, Joe.

I'd like you to meet
Bill Saunders.

Joe Mannix.
Mr. Mannix.

Bill.

I asked, uh, Joe to drop by.

He's a private detective.

Bill was, uh,
Lou's research assistant.

Lou Reynolds was a good man.

Yeah, I'm going to miss him.

You're not the only one
that's going to miss him.

You plan on conducting your own
investigation on this thing?

Well, Joe's the best.

He's worked for me before.

Isn't that a job for the police?

Oh, well, I don't intend
to replace them,

but, uh, maybe I can help.

Now, I published Lou Reynolds'
column for years,

so I figure I owe him all
the help you can give us, Joe.

You're looking good, Bill.

Edie.

Hello, George.

I-I think you both know J.B.

Could've picked another day,
Mr. Kelley.

I asked him
to come here, George.

And I do have
a right to be here.

Yes, of course you do.

Edie, this is Joe Mannix,

private investigator
who's promised to look into

this business for me.

We meet at last, Mrs. Reynolds.

"At last"?

Yes, uh, when you disappeared
a couple years ago,

George asked me
to try and find you.

It was just after
you and Lou broke up.

I thought I might get you
back together again.

You did try, George.

Thanks.

You look fine, Edie.

Well, Bill, I haven't had
a drink in months.

Neither one of us.

Right, J.B.?

Right.

We've had each other
to hang onto.

It, uh... it helps.

Maybe I'd better go.

No.

I---

I know how you feel about J.B.,
about his being here,

but... I couldn't
come here alone.

I didn't have the courage.

Mrs. Reynolds, I'd like
to see your daughter.

I don't know if she'll even
want to see me.

Maybe if we saw her together.

Edie...

Edie, go ahead.

I won't be far away.

I don't know how it looks,
Mr. Mannix,

but there's nothing
between J.B. and myself.

We... We shared an illness,
that's all.

You want to hear something?

I was hoping
to come back here someday.

Hoping my husband
would take me back.

Now he's dead, and...

there's nothing to come back to.

There, uh, might be something,
Mrs. Reynolds.

Tina.

Hello, Tina.

Tina, my name is Joe Mannix.

I'd like to talk to you.

I want to talk to you
about your father.

I liked him, Tina.

He was a brave man.

He wrote the truth as he saw it.

You look like him.

I do?

I mean, people look like
each other inside.

Their faces just cover
what's really there.

I'll buy that.

Tina...

I'm trying to find out
what happened

the other day at the zoo.

But I need your help.

Anything you can remember.

There's nothing to remember.

I k*lled my father.

Tina, your father
was k*lled with a g*n.

Someone with a g*n sh*t him,
but I k*lled him.

I was angry with him.

I wished he was dead,
and that's how it happened.

Tina, darling,
you mustn't say that.

Did you see anyone
you recognized at the zoo?

No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I don't want to talk anymore.

She hates me.

I don't blame her.

Go ahead.

Uh, Walter, I'd like you
to meet Joe Mannix.

This is Dr. Walter Brown;
he's a friend of the family.

He's also a psychiatrist.

He was with Tina last night.

How do you do.
Doctor.

I, uh, was watching you and Tina
on the stairs just now.

It's not very encouraging.

Mannix...?

I'd like to speak to you
a moment.

Excuse me.

It's been a long time, J.B.

Yeah.

Look, I'm sure Tina will tell
you I saw Lou Reynolds that day,

just a few minutes
before he was k*lled.

This, uh, meeting with
Lou Reynolds, what was it about?

Nothing. Nothing, really.

I have a few clients
here and there

can always use a plug
in Lou's column.

I... I gave him my pitch,
and that was it.

Mr. Mannix?

George thought you might want
to take a look in Lou's office.

Yeah, thanks. Uh...

We'll talk again, J.B.

I don't know what he told you,

but it probably
wasn't the truth.

It's not.

No, no, no, no,
the typeface stays the same.

I just want a thin-line border.

No embroidery.

Right.

Just talking about
Lou's obituary.

It'll be in his column tomorrow.

In effect, his last column.

Bill, I'd like you
to take it over.

I don't know
what to say, George.

Well, you learned
all the tricks from Lou.

And you're pretty good
on your own.

You'll do fine.

Joe, how can we help
to get you started?

Well, uh...
it's pretty obvious

that Lou Reynolds was k*lled
because of something he printed,

or something
he was about to print,

so why don't we proceed
with that second theory?

Bill, uh... what was Lou working
on when he was sh*t?

Well, he'd been looking
into the Alfaro accident.

It turned out
to be a dead end.

Andrew Alfaro?
Alfaro Instruments?

Mm-hmm.

His car went over a cliff

a couple of weeks ago,
wasn't that it?

That's it.

Lou thought it might not have
been an accident.

Why?

Alfaro's chauffeur came to Lou.

A guy named Leon Hanes.

Said he had a hot tip.

The Syndicate was trying
to buy Alfaro out.

Lou checked into it,
but nothing.

No connection with the Syndicate
or any other criminal element.

You ask me, the chauffeur
made up the whole thing.

Why would he do that?

Mr. Mannix, you'd be amazed
at some of the crazy stories

that pour
into a columnist's office.

Andrew Alfaro is dead.

Lou Reynolds is dead.

That doesn't sound crazy to me.

Do you happen to have a file
on the Alfaro story?

Top drawer. Help yourself.
Oh.

It's empty.

Tina?

Tina...

I'm not going to bother you
with any more questions,

but I want you to...

I want you
to understand something.

You had nothing to do
with your father's death.

You're wrong.
I k*lled him.

Now, wait a minute.

People can't just wish
other people dead.

You're blaming yourself
for nothing.

I k*lled him, I'm going
to get punished for it,

and I deserve it.

Now, look...

honey, you said I look
like your father... inside?

Now, I want you to trust me.

I'm going to find the man
that k*lled your father

and prove to you that
you had nothing to do with it.

Now, until I do,

I want you
to think about something.

Your mother's very lonely

and she really loves you.

Now, why don't you ask her
to come and stay with you?

I don't want her here.

It's not her house anymore!

Now do you understand?

I got mad.
I make people die.

Go away before you die, too.

You were right, Joe--
the same r*fle

that k*lled Lou Reynolds
was one that fired at you.

File on the Alfaro case?

Yep. Everything we got.

Alfaro visited
the Dolphin Lounge that night.

The bartender testified
that he was with a woman.

Got drunk, surly,
he and the woman argued.

She refused to leave with him.

Alfaro left alone,
drove off like a madman,

and that was it--
over the cliff.

What happened to the woman, Joe?

She wasn't identified.

Hey, Adam,
this Sergeant McCallister

that handled the case--
you mind if I talk to him?

Well, that won't be easy.

He's retired.

Somewhere in South America.

That's kind of a coincidence,
isn't it?

Well, not in McCallister's case.

He talked about retiring
for years.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Joe, that was Mrs. Alfaro.

You can see her now,
if you hurry.

Oh, thanks, Peg.

Two men are dead,
a chauffeur disappears,

a cop suddenly retires,
the files are missing--

Sounds like a lot more
than drunk driving.

Oh, Adam, I'd, uh, leave
that file out if I were you.

I got a hunch
it's going to get a lot thicker.

Mrs. Alfaro, uh... I have a very
difficult question to ask.

Something that may hurt.

My husband's dead,
Mr. Mannix.

I doubt you can hurt me.

Hmm.

Was he, uh...
seeing another woman?

No.

According to a witness
for the police,

he was with another woman,
and, uh,

drinking heavily the night he...

I've heard those allegations.

The police can think
what they like.

Andrew did not drink!

The coroner's report indicated

a high alcoholic content
in the blood.

I know what that report said,

and it simply isn't the truth.

And you want the truth,
Mrs. Alfaro,

or are you trying to, uh...
preserve the image

you have of your husband?

Do you have any more questions,
Mr. Mannix?

One more.

Uh, your chauffeur disappeared
that same night.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Not the slightest.

And frankly, Mr. Mannix,

I was not particularly fond
of Leon Hanes.

I didn't trust him.

And yet you kept him on.

Andrew kept him on.

They'd known each other
years before,

and, uh... Hanes never quite
found himself.

Owed money here and there,

and Andrew helped him out,
gave him a job.

Was your husband under
any particular stress lately?

Business problems?

Oh, well,
that would be very difficult

to, uh... to estimate,

because, you know,
he was always under stress.

He-He just... he thrived on it.

And...

Walter Brown always said

that Andy could light up a city
with his energy.

Walter Brown, the psychiatrist?

Yes, yes, we've been
close friends for years.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Alfaro.

You've been very helpful.

Mr. Mannix?

Uh... if someone
did m*rder my husband...

...find him?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Mannix...

Yes.

I'd like
to ask you a few questions.

When Mr. Alfaro went out
the night of the accident,

was he driving, or was his
chauffeur Leon Hanes with him?

No, I couldn't say, sir.

I was off that night.

Mm.

Did Mr. Alfaro ever drive
the limousine himself?

Oh, never, sir.

That there was
his pride and joy.

Yes, whenever he drove himself,
that was the one for him.

Except it wasn't running
too well lately.

Oh, well, these things
are pretty and all, but...

they're like racehorses.

Temperamental, Mr. Alfaro used
to say, God rest his soul.

Well, uh, thanks...

Elizabeth.
Elizabeth.

Mr. Mannix?

Have you anything
to do with the newspapers?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Oh.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just,
a lot of those reporters--

Especially one of them--
they came around

asking a lot of questions,
about Leon and everything,

and he promised me that...

That he'd put your name
in the papers?

Yes, sir.

But he never did.

Ah,

Elizabeth, uh, do you happen

to remember the name
of this reporter?

Oh, it's...

Sanders, or some...

Saunders?

Yes, sir.

William Saunders.

And there's another odd angle.

The Alfaros are very close
to a certain Dr. Walter Brown--

The same Dr. Brown
who was close to Lou Reynolds.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Yeah, could be that Helen Alfaro
and the good doctor

are somehow mixed up
in this thing together.

I don't believe that
about Helen Alfaro,

and I don't believe
you do, either.

Since when are you
and Helen Alfaro

such buddy-buddies?

I'm not. You are.

You liked her,
and you believed her.

I heard it in your voice
when you came in.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just a second.

Adam Tobias.

Yeah, Adam, what do you got?

Joe, more on Leon Hanes.

He's been in prison,
and he's still on parole.

Any family?
No, none we could find.

But he had a girlfriend,
though-- a Stella Carter.

Monroe Drive,

apartment five.

Thanks, Adam.
Talk to you later.

Hmm.

If you need me,
that's where I'll be.

Monroe Drive.

Are you sure
you want to be disturbed?

I'll let you know
when I see her.

Don't tell me.

We have a mutual friend,
and he says hello.

I'm Joe Mannix.

I'm Stella.

Come on in.

Thank you.

You like a drink?

A cup of coffee is fine.

Well...

Who sent you over?

Leon Hanes.

What are you, Mister?

I'm a private investigator.

I was hoping you could
maybe tell me where Hanes is.

I don't know any Leon Hanes.

Oh, now, Stella, come on.

Okay.

Is that supposed
to be some kind of a crime?

I mean, I don't know
where he is.

I haven't seen him in weeks.

But you are pretty good friends?

Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

Look, Mr. Mannix, you, uh...

you have your business,
and I have mine.

And these are my working hours,
so if you don't mind...

My... coffee?

You, uh...

take cream and sugar?

No, thanks. Black is fine.

What else do you want?

Do you know a man
named Bill Saunders?

Yeah.

He was a friend of Leon's.

They talked up here
a couple of times.

You, uh... you like music?

What did they talk about?

Oh, oh...

I don't know.

It was private.

Is, uh... is Leon
in some kind of trouble?

You see, Mr. Mannix,

I haven't seen him since the day
of the accident

with Alfaro, the man...
the man he worked for.

I mean, where is he?

We made plans.

, miles from here.

Anyplace I wanted to go,
and I believed him.

Maybe he meant it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he meant it.

I mean, he had some
big deal cooking.

Apparently the deal
came through and...

Well, Leon decided
to travel light.

That's all I know.

I hope you got
your money's worth.

Now, if you don't mind...

Oh!

Look, I don't know
what you're after,

but I know what you're gonna get
unless you get out of here fast!

He was a champion of decency

and morality in a time when...

You're writing about him
being dead, aren't you?

Yes.

It's called an obituary, Tina.

Tell them the truth.

Tell them I k*lled him.

Tina...

"The only thing it's going
to get you is hurt.”

Go on, Tina.

Tina! What are you
trying to do to her, Mannix?

Push her over the edge?

No, pull her back.

That might happen when she
finds out that Andrew Alfaro

and her father were k*lled
by the same people.

You don't know that.

I do know that you're
not too good at your job.

Meaning what?

A good research man would have

dug up the fact that Andrew
Alfaro didn't drink.

Kind of makes you wonder
how he drove over a cliff

in a drunken stupor, doesn't it?

A lot of drunks manage
to keep their drinking quiet.

I think you're being taken in
by somebody, Mannix.

And I think you're
covering up something, Saunders.

Oh, we don't open
for a couple hours.

Ah, good, then we can
talk without being interrupted.

Haven't got time; I'm busy.

Make time.

Who are you?

A private detective.

Look, Mister,

I just mix drinks
for the customers.

I keep my eyes open,
my ears shut.

When your eyes were open
a couple of weeks ago,

do you remember seeing
a man named Andrew Alfaro

here at the bar?

Alfaro...

Yeah, I read about him.

He went off the mountain
into the drink

about five miles down the line.

That the guy?

And according to the evidence,

he was in here first that night,
lapping it up.

Oh, I wouldn't know anything
about that.

That was my night off.

A regular night off?

It's easy to check.

Look, why hassle me?

I told the police
everything I knew.

I think that's done.

Maybe you'd like to tell your
story to the police again,

see if they can punch
a few holes in it.

Okay... okay, it wasn't
my regular night off.

What happened?

When the big boys tell you it's
your night off, and it's not,

you take the night off.

The "big boys" meaning
the Syndicate?

You said that, Mister.

So, they put their own man
behind the bar,

and the next day he testifies
that Alfaro left here drunk.

Nothing to do with me.

Then you don't know if Alfaro
was driving himself that night

or if his chauffeur
Leon Hanes was waiting outside?

Look, I told you,
I don't know anything.

I-I got lost that night.

I went bowling.

Look, you're not going to say
anything about this, are you?

I mean, if the boys
found out...

They won't hear it from me.

Now just where was it Alfaro
went into the drink?

Eagle Rock.

Leon Hanes
was Alfaro's chauffeur.

So you figure it, Adam.

Yeah, but that
doesn't necessarily mean

he was with him that night.

Look, the only time
Alfaro drove himself

was when he was
in his sports car.

He went over in the limousine.

You better be right.

Okay, you tell me
where Leon Hanes is.

I don't know, but a lot
of taxpayers' money

is going into a hunch.

Look, it scans, Adam.

Reynolds is dead.

Alfaro is dead.

The cop that handled the case

suddenly goes exploring
the Amazon.

Bill Saunders is
covering up like mad.

Plus, he's mixed up
with Leon Hanes.

And that talkative
bartender-witness

from the Dolphin turns out
to be a Syndicate plant.

It's all so horrible.

Seeing her like this

and not even being able
to talk to her.

I have to sneak in
after she's asleep at night

just to be close to her.

What good is that?

Maybe it's what you need.

I need Tina.

I need her back.

Doctor, earlier today,

Tina seemed to slip
into the past.

Seemed to be back
with her father

just before he was k*lled.

Yes, that's auto-regression.

She's done the same thing
with me.

Has she at any time
mentioned the name Alfaro?

Alfaro?

Why would Tina connect anything
that day with Andrew Alfaro?

What is the connection,
Mr. Mannix?

Well, I don't know yet.

Edie, where is J.B. Kelley?

I don't know.

He hasn't been to his office,

and there's no answer
at his apartment.

I just hope he hasn't
been drinking again.

If he has, he could be
most anywhere.

Why is it so important?

He was at the zoo that day.

He talked to your husband.

"They cover
themselves too good."”

"They cover themselves
too good.”

Tina.

Tina!
Get out of here!

Go away, or I'll k*ll you, too!

Uh, yeah, thank you,
thank you, Dr. Lewis.

I see.

Thank you.

He's at the
Pacific Hills Sanitarium.

The doctor says
he's in pretty bad shape.

Ginger ale.

Maybe J.B.'s the smart one.

No way.

Take care of her, Walter.

Edie...

that you?

It looks like you tied
on a big one, J.B.

Would've-would've been
more fun with you, Edie.

We've had our share, right?

Bad thing is Lou
got to hate me so much.

I always liked Lou.

But he hated me.

He thought we were
more than drunks together.

Funny thing is, we never were.

All the times we
tied it on together,

you-you never
really ever left Lou.

J.B.--

the other day,
when we were talking,

you mentioned meeting Lou
just before he was k*lled.

Hmm?

No, I didn't meet him.

You made a mistake.

Come on now, you...

You followed him to the zoo.

He was there with Tina.
What did you talk about?

Nothing.

I lied.

I wasn't even there.

J.B., Edie needs your help

the way Tina needs her mother.

Now, you're hurting
both of them.

No, I don't know anything.

J.B., you're hurting Edie,

the one person
in the whole world

who really cares about you.

Oh, I want to help you, Edie.

Tina's going to be all right.

Kids, they can
get over anything.

No, no, not if they're
permanently scarred, no.

Tina's got the mistaken idea
that she k*lled her father.

You know better than that,
don't you, J.B.?

Yes... yes...

They... They came to me.

They said, "Get Lou Reynolds
off the Alfaro thing,

or we'll-we'll
blow your brains out.”

Oh, Edie, Edie,
I couldn't talk to Lou.

He-He just wouldn't
listen to me.

So...

they k*lled him.

J.B., where does
Leon Hanes fit into this?

He-he found out about the
Syndicate moving in on Alfaro.

So he sold
the information to Lou,

and then the Syndicate found out
that Hanes was talking.

They went to Saunders.

They told him
to get Lou off the story,

same as they... did with me.

Knowing the kind of guy Lou was,

they were afraid he would make
too much noise,

so they tried to keep him quiet
by going through Saunders,

and Saunders started sabotaging

Lou's efforts
to get at the truth.

Yeah.

Lou's dead, but...

...Bill Saunders knows
as much as Lou did.

Why hasn't the Syndicate
moved in on him?

Unless he's got
some kind of muscle.

Yes.

It's for you.

Hello.

We found Leon Hanes, Joe.

Where?

About a hundred yards
from where Alfaro's car sank.

Weighted down with rocks.

Was a pretty good hunch, Joe.

It wasn't a hunch, Adam,
it was a sure thing.

You are absolutely insane.

Bill, how can you throw away
an opportunity like this?

A nationwide column,
newspapers.

It's too much for me, George;
I changed my mind.

Look, if you are
in some kind of trouble,

then tell me about it,
let me help you.

Look, it isn't that!
I just can't handle it!

Look, I'm no Lou Reynolds, okay?

He is out of his mind.

He refused the column.

He's just packing up
and running off-- why?

Yeah, maybe it's because
Leon Hanes is dead.

Why didn't he just give them
what they wanted?

Yeah, they move fast.

He put up a scrap.

Why'd they k*ll him?

What were they looking for?

A connection, maybe something
that would finger

the Syndicate's attempt
to take over Alfaro.

Still a piece missing.

You mean, uh,
whatever they were looking for?

Maybe they found it;
maybe it's all finished.

I don't think so.

Mannix.
Joe,

Mrs. Reynolds just called.

She's very worried about Tina

and she wants to see you
right away.

Come in, Joe.

How's Tina?

Nothing-- she just keeps
slipping in and out.

She's okay one minute and then
the next, she's gone again.

Edith-- Edith has agreed,

we're taking Tina
to the clinic this afternoon.

The attempt on your life,
Mr. Mannix, has convinced Tina

that she has the power
to will someone dead.

Does she know about Saunders?

Of course I know.

I heard it on the radio.

Bill's dead.

You want to know why?

Because you k*lled him, right?

He was supposed
to be your friend,

he was supposed to come
and stay with you,

but instead he ran away.

So you got mad
and you k*lled him, right?

Joe!

What are you trying to do?

Am I right, Tina?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Mannix, you are working
in a very dangerous area.

What Tina needs is the truth,
and the truth is inside.

Now, you went to the zoo
that day, Tina--

You and your father--
and then Mr. Kelly came along.

No, it was just the two of us.

It was our special day.

That's right, and then
Mr. Kelly came along.

"They cover themselves
too good, Lou.”

"They cover
themselves too good, Lou.”

"They cover themselves
too good, Lou.”

"The only thing it's going
to get you is hurt.”

I-I'm, uh...
I'm not afraid of them.

"Let me tell you something, J.B.

"They took the chauffeur
out of circulation,

"along with what he had to say.

But I've got a pretty good idea
where to get 'em back.”

Daddy!

Oh... now, it's going
to be all right, Tina.

It's all right, honey.

It's all going to be just fine.

Now, you never hurt anyone
in your whole life,

least of all your daddy.

Tina, honey, I'm going
to find out who did, huh?

And then I'm gonna come back,

and when I do, we're going to
spend some time together, okay?

Promise?

Sure.

Now you go with the doctor.

There, there, there.

I know you're trouble,
but you still look good.

Hello, Stella.

If you came to tell me
about Saunders, I already know.

Leon is dead, too.

How'd that happen?

He was m*rder*d.

Wow.

Whatever happened
to natural causes?

Stella...

Look, uh, you told me
your news, Mr. Mannix.

Thanks.

Leon Hanes is dead and you can
help nail his K*llers.

Oh, now,
you gotta be kidding.

I mean, because Leon is dead,

that I should turn
into a good citizen

as if I don't care
about breathing anymore?

I mean, really,
that's very funny.

Stella, whether you like it or
not, you're in up to your neck.

Well... I'll try to be sure
that's as far as it goes.

They're not through with you.

You've already had one visit.

Oh, those are
your friends, buster.

They were looking for you.

Wrong-- they were looking
for something in this apartment.

Bill Saunders asked the
questions, Leon did the talking.

Where are the tapes, Stella?

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

Don't try to deal with them.

You'll end up on a slab,
like Leon.

I don't have any tapes.

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

Al right.

Good luck, Stella.

Now, look, there's going
to be no more talk,

no more bargaining.

You know the deal.

Al right.

Where are the tapes?
Oh, no.

You first.

Turn around.

Easy.

Back upstairs.

$,-- you want to count it?

Is... is this stuff real?

If the tapes are.

Where are they?

On ice.

George.

Look what I found
out in the hall.

Oh, I miscalculated.

I didn't know
you were already here.

How'd you find out, Joe?

Outside the elevator at
Saunders' apartment, you said,

"Why didn't he just give 'em
what they wanted?"

You knew Saunders wasn't
all they were after.

They were looking for something.

You knew too much.

And the tapes?

Something Tina said
about the meeting

between Lou Reynolds
and J.B. at the zoo.

Lou talked about Leon Hanes
and what he had to say.

He said, "Got a pretty good idea
of where to get them back.”

Took a while,
and then it hit me.

Those tapes proved
Alfaro had been m*rder*d.

Your employers will be
interested in those.

Why did you bother hiring me
in the first place, George?

Just to show my good intentions.

I was stupid.

I sure wouldn't figure you
for the Syndicate.

Well, I'm not.

I'm just like a lot
of other people--

I only do what I'm told.

They're into you?

They own me
lock, stock, and barrel,

including the ink
and the presses.

It sometimes happens when you go
to the wrong people for money.

Maybe you gave in
too easy, George.

Oh, sure, stay and slug it out
like Alfaro.

You were the go-between,
weren't you?

You were to talk Alfaro into
playing ball with the Syndicate.

He was going to turn me in
to the FBI.

So they knocked him off.

Come on, what do we do with him?

That's your business.

Joe!

Hold it!

Yeah, thanks, Stella.

Well... Leon did something
for me after all.

That was his g*n.

Don't be
too disappointed, darling.

Something...

something very
important must have come up.

People always say
they'll do things.

Then they go away
and never come back.

Maybe it is my fault.

Chocolate okay?

There you are.

Edie?

Why not?

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's always the wrong things

that keep you
from the good things.

I thought
that you weren't going...

You... you thought that I was
going to be gone forever?

Oh, come on now, Tina,
I wouldn't hurt you.

You know, some people spend
their whole lives

hurting themselves--
like George Millard.

That's why he's in prison.

But there's only one way
you can really hurt

each other inside...

...and that's when you stop
loving each other.