01x15 - Falling Star

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♪ ♪

The bar will open
after the interview.

Hi, Rona.

Hey, Arm. How are you?

Well, a few drinks could
make it easier to swallow

the kind of publicity she'll
try to jam down our throats.

You can say that again.

All right now, fellows.

Settle down.

Now, Miss Marion
will give her statement,

and then you can ask
your questions.

Ah.

Well, hello, fellas.

It's good to see you all again.

And, Army.

Rona, darling.
Oh...

Oh, it's wonderful
to see you.

How is your
daughter?

Well, my baby's taking her nap
right at the moment.

Ah.

Baby.

Okay, now, let's
get this over with,

and then we can all
have a drink, hmm?

I have not been active
in pictures recently,

because my time and attention
have been turned elsewhere.

Now, come on, guys.

Army, you've been
writing about me

as though
I'm all washed up.

And, Rona, you have been saying
that I never could act.

And the rest of you
have been talking about me

as though I were dead.

Now, if, uh,
you go on doing this,

you're going to look
like a bunch of dummies.

That's, uh, on the level,
but off the record, hmm?

Hello, Annie.

I heard what you're doing,

and I swear,
I'm going

to belt you
silly if you...

And that's not for
publication, either!

Now, Jim, please.

You're never going
to get away with this.

Oh. Ooh!

All right, I'm not going
to take time

to argue with you now,
but you remember this.

There are certain
things that a man is
willing to die for,

or k*ll for.

That's a great line.

I remember it
from your last picture.

That's the one in which

the bad native chief
is going to t*rture

the big white
hunter, hmm?

Are you
all right, George?

Yeah. Thanks,
Miss Marion.

You're sure?
I'm okay.

Okay,
you're fired.

Now, uh, as
I was saying,

before we were
so rudely interrupted...

It's a great
act, Annie.

Gets both you
and Jim Dancy some
space in the papers.

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't be caught
in the same newspaper

with that hammy klutz!

Now, look,
I invited you all here

to tell you that I am writing
my autobiography.

Now, this book...
Hey, look!

Come on, Annie.

Planting a phony b*mb?

You can be more
original than that.

Oh, that was one of your
best performances, Annie.

You should win
the Oscar for...

♪ ♪

We don't compete
with the police.

I think this is a job
for them.

Well, you
see, Mister...

Uh, your first
name is Lou?

Well, Lou, uh, the police
know about the b*mb,

and they're
checking on it.

Well, they're perfectly
competent, Miss Marion.

Well, uh... it's
like this, Lou.

You see, there
have been...

publicity stunts
in the past,

and, uh, the police
have not been too
happy about it.

Jewel robberies, I
got lost in the desert.

You know, things
like that.

I don't think
they trust me.

Why should I?

I'm paying you to.

Not good enough.

What do I have to do to convince
you, get myself k*lled?

If I go home tonight
and get my head blown off,

you'll feel
pretty silly, hmm?

As a matter of fact,
I won't feel so good myself.

All right, let's see
who's available.

Uh...

Oh.

Howard.

Yes, sir?

Would you come
to my office, please?

Wait a minute, Howard.

We'll call you back later.

Miss Marion.

I want this one.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, Miss Anne Marion in?

Oh, come in.

The average man at the
time of the Crusades

was five feet,
four inches tall.

Oh, really?
Too short for me.

Well, how about the ones
above average?

Couldn't you pick
a tall Crusader?

Well, he
might not fit.

What?
A suit of armor.

One of these days,
I'll open the door,

and there'll be my knight
in shining armor.

Says so in every
storybook.

I'm Carol,
Anne Marion's daughter.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Sorry my name
isn't Lancelot.

You're a detective.
Mm.

Did Mother
plant the b*mb?

Well, I
don't know.

She is sort of
publicity conscious.

All right, Carol,
back to the salt mines.

It's good for my education
to talk to an interesting man.

It will be better
for your education

to study hard, get good grades

and not flunk
out of college.

Ida, you're a square.

That is because I did
not go to college.

Let it be a lesson
to you. Out!

Mr. Mannix?

Yes.

I'm Ida Colby,
Anne's secretary,

companion and
punching bag.

How do you do?

She'll be with you
in just a moment.

Thank you.

Um, one of my jobs
is to protect Anne.

Sometimes from her own
hair-brained ideas.

Was she responsible
for that b*mb?

Sure, you stupid clod.

It was a Fourth of July
surprise, three months early.

How did you hear about
the Fourth of July,

on the
late show?

Girls, Anne.

Ida, please.
All right, Otto.

You just keep
out of this.

You're as crazy
as she is.

Next, uh, you'll be
writing your memoirs.

Get out, Otto.

I may be only
your agent,

but I expect to be
treated like a person.

Why?

Listen, if he won't
go, I could always

get the DDT.

Hang around.

You'll get
used to us.

I will?
Mm-hmm.

The way I act, most people
would be considered loopy,

but, uh, with me, it's,
um, artistic temperament.

Drink?

I'll take a rain check.

I'd like the answer
to a question.

One question

in particular.

Does he always
eavesdrop?

Of course!

I try
to protect my clients!

I should have let Ida
use the DDT.

You want to get
back in pictures.

Publish your book,

and you'll play your next part
in a funeral parlor!

What book's
he talking about?

Let him go.

I have warned
you, Annie,

and a strong-arm
man won't help.

Go ahead with your book,
and you will have slow music.

You won't hear it,
but it'll be playing.

Make faces at kids.

They scare.

I'll try to sell you
for that part at Metro.

It's possible you'll
live to play it.

You're keeping him
as your agent?

Unless I find
a bigger thief.

Well, let's get back

to the answer
I'm looking for.

If the question is,
did I plant the b*mb,

I may bend a table
over your head.

A lot of tables
to pick from.

Why don't you choose one?

Did you plant the b*mb?

I did not.

And even if I did,
you are working for me.

So, if I say that it's night,

don't you tell me
that the sun is shining.

You just pull those drapes
and say, "Yes, ma'am."

The sun may rise and set
on Anne Marion,

but I wind my own clocks.

Now, this whole thing smells
of a publicity stunt,

and I want no part of it.

Did you come to this decision
by reading tea leaves?

Call me. I won't call you.

Now, hold it, Joe.

All right, you've
got a hunch.

If you're wrong,
you've got nothing to lose.

The lady could
get k*lled.

Put somebody else on it.

She won't take
anybody else.

All right, even
if it is a publicity stunt,

if you can prove it,

we'll use it.

Publicity?

This detective agency,

like any legitimate business,
thrives on being known.

That's called publicity.

It's not a dirty word.

Fine. Hire a press agent.

If she isn't pulling a fast one,
she needs protection, Joe,

and she won't take it
from anybody but you.

She's a lot of woman, Joe.

Yeah.

Too much for several husbands.

Or they weren't up to par
as men.

Read this computer report.

Okay, Lou.

I'll go see the first
ex Mr. Anne Marion.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hold it!

Hold it! Hold it!
All right, kids,

let's get the legs up
a little higher.

Right in front, and... up.

Annie's
sensational.

Great gal, and if I
was the kind of a guy

who had stayed
with one woman....

All right, let's go.

Here we go, and...

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

Hey, special effects,
I want that smoke on the b*at,

not just anywhere.

The blond in the red
and white stripes--

wild.

What about Annie?

Oh, yeah, some, uh...

sometimes divorce ends up
with a great deal of hostility.

Between Annie and me, forget it.

She could have my right arm
if she needed it.

I was interested
in a different kind of request.

Did she ask you

to make a b*mb
for a publicity stunt?

Yeah.

Uh, thanks.

Oh, do me a favor, will you?

Give her my love,
and ask her to call me.

I'd like to know how she got
the b*mb to explode

when I wired it so it wouldn't.

All right, kids,
we'll take it again.

This time, everything works.
Ready and...

On five.

The b*mb exploded
because it was a b*mb.

Wasn't any potato pancake
I threw out that window.

Your ex-husband says it
couldn't have detonated

because it wasn't fused.

Well, that just shows you
how wrong he can be, hmm?

Uh, stop me if I'm wrong.

The b*mb was to be discovered
at the press conference,

and then found to be mis-wired
when the b*mb squad got to it.

You'd get your press
coverage, and, uh...

nobody'd get hurt.

What's to lose,
just between us girls?

It was a phony.

Tom made it and I planted it.

What's the difference?

Enough to get me off the job.

What do you mean?

Well, I quit.

Just out of curiosity,

how did you fix it to explode?

And why take
that kind of a chance?

I did not fix it, and I did not
take any chances.

Look, I may not tell the truth,
but I certainly never lie!

That's earthy
indignation.

The basic performance
was developed about .

Oh, she doesn't mean
to put on an act.

It's just that she's been
doing it for so long,

she can't think
of what's real.

Well, her daughter is real.

Nice meeting you, Carol.
Mannix?

You going because you're
angry at her?

Well, don't be.

She couldn't hurt anybody...
intentionally.

Well, apparently, nobody's going
to hurt her, so, uh,

I've got no job here.

That's what happens
to all my knights.

Even the ones without armor.

They disappear.

You're all right?

If I'd been
lying down, I would...

Mother!
I'm all right now, baby.

Anne, darling, can I help you?

Oh, now, come on,
Ida, don't be a slob.

The room needed
redecorating anyway.

You see, I always take a nap
at this time of the day.

She was talking to you,
and that delayed her.

Otherwise she..
You saved my life.

Convenient.

You mean,
you still don't believe

that somebody's
trying to k*ll me?

I don't know
who tried to k*ll her,

but I know one man
who'd enjoy doing it:

Kosloff.

Nice guy.

He could make president
of Jack the Ripper's fan club.

Come.

Police report
on the first expl*si*n.

Thank you.

The D.A. grilled Lockwood,
her first husband,

for three hours,
but he stuck to his story

that the b*mb he made
was a deliberate dud.

Any theories floating around?

If the b*mb
was fused originally,

then it was rerigged later
with a timing device.

When it was thrown,
it was jolted into exploding.

What have we
got to go on?

I tried to get
a rundown on everybody

with whom Miss Marion
is known to have fought.

Forget it.

You'd need a dossier
on most of Hollywood.

The lady has
a notable temper.

I picked the recent ones.

Lockwood?

He says she's the greatest.

He's been known
to say other things.

Look, can we put a tail on him?
Mm-hmm.

And also on that guy,
Jim Dancy, and Otto Trenk.

Now, would you take care
of that, Howard, please.
Mm-hmm.

Well, what about Kosloff?

He... is for me.

You're taking on a fair-sized
handful, you know.

He wasn't always
a movie director.

Ex-prizefighter,
lumberjack, sandhog...

Experience in expl*sives.

Uh, k*lled a man once,
saloon brawl.

Messy one, too.

Kn*fe and broken bottle.

Kosloff used the bottle.

Cut the other man to ribbons.

The jury called it self-defense,
but the judge read him off

for deliberate sadism.

I'll try not to make him angry.

Do that.

♪ ♪

Kosloff?

Would anyone else push
an oversized knitting needle

through an overstuffed cushion?

My name is Mannix.
I'm from Intertect.

My business manager takes care
of my insurance.

Intertect Detective Agency.

I'd like to talk to you
about Anne Marion.

Have you something unpleasant
to say about her?

No.

Then I don't wish to hear.
I'm a petty man.

I take pleasure
in my enemies' misfortunes.

There's been two attempts
made at her life.

Come back when you can
report a successful attempt.

Did you try and k*ll her,
or just scare her?

Kinderspiel.

Is that a shock tactic
to make me confess?

Suit yourself.

Our organization is big enough
to dig up everything on you

you might want to hide.

Whoever is trying to k*ll
my ex-wife, Annie,

undoubtedly
has excellent reasons.

She's a terrible actress.

She never had talent,

and what she did have
is faded.

She's been dead
a long time.

Then why'd you try and k*ll her?

It wouldn't be your first
k*lling, would it?

Oh, the g*n is a mistake.

It forces me to defend myself.

That ought to pay for the coat.

Now that we've got that settled.
Talk.

Angina pectoris, my heart.

Sudden att*cks.

Pills in my pocket.

I don't believe you.

Ah, the hero of my last picture

got out of trouble
with that lie.

I told the writer
it wouldn't work.

When was the last time
you were at Anne Marion's?

Three days ago.
Why?

You know as well as I do.

The same reason half the town's
been marching to her doorstep.

Tell me.

Her book, her life story!

She's threatening
to write it

to get back
into pictures.

It's nothing but blackmail.

Well, it really isn't blackmail
technically.

It's just that
I'm writing a book,

and I'm going to tell
the truth, the whole truth.

If you really want to scare
the daylights out of someone,

just thr*aten to tell the truth.

You've got somebody worried
enough to want to k*ll you.

Oh, hello, darling.

Get rid of him.

Mannix, this is Jim Dancy.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Boy idiot.

I want to talk to you,
Annie, alone.

And these two gentlemen
must be nursemaids

hired by the studio
to feed and dress him, hmm?

Artie.
You know it!

Hello, Mannix.

And it talks.

b*at it.

I think Miss Marion
would like me to stay.

Take a walk
with us, Mannix.

It makes sense.

You ain't got time
to pull a g*n.

Take him.
Mannix,

I wouldn't lie to you.

Perhaps Jim has something
to say to me privately.

Take a walk, Mannix. Please?

Sure is a pretty place.

Yeah, it sure is.

Hold it. Mannix,
you know how it is.

No, how?
I sure like
this neighborhood.

You and me, we're the same kind.

We're hired to do
a job and we do it.

Nothing personal.

My boss don't
want that lady

to think
she's got protection.

It's nothing personal.

We've got to prove
you can't help her.

Have you called
all the newspapers?

Yes.
Did you arrange
TV coverage

for my press
conference?
Right.

Hi.

Carol, would you please
get out? I'm busy.

Mannix!
What happened!?

Oh! Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, they really
worked you over.

I wondered what had
happened to you.

You didn't bother to ask Dancy?

No, taking lumps is
your job, Mannix.

You get paid for it.
You should be good at it.

That's a horrible
thing to say!

Will you stay out
of this, Carol?

I told you to get out!

Does it ever occur to you how
often you hurt her feelings?

Complain, that's
all you ever do.

Dancy didn't give you any
trouble this afternoon, huh?

It was agreed that I
should co-star in his

next picture.
Oh, I see.
Are you going to call off

the whole book
or just the chapter about him?

Mannix, I don't need you
anymore; you're fired.

Good, I'd rather
be fired than quit.

'Cause when I read about
your death in the papers,

I don't want to feel like
I should've tried to stop it.

You can't scare me
into keeping you on salary.

I'm announcing that I'm
not writing the book.

Every minute you're alive
is pure velvet-- you're marked.

And that won't change.

Somebody's trying to k*ll you

because you're trying
to blackmail him.

I'm not blackmailing anybody.

Artie!

Not now.

What happens when this picture's
over and you want another one?

If I'm k*lled,
you can say, "I told you so."

It won't bother me.

Now, get out.

Artie!

Jim thought I might
need protection.

Mr. Mannix is leaving.

Sure. Hello, Mannix.

Artie.
You going to make it
easy on both of us?

On one of us.

And like the man
said earlier,

him and me,
we're two of a kind--

we both got
a job to do.

Nothing personal.

It's just so the lady don't
think she got protection.

Baker, Arnold and Kluwiski
are on the Anne Marion case.

Pull them off.
The case is closed.

I owe you an apology.

I should never have
taken the case.

At the very least, I should
have agreed to call it quits

when you wanted to
early in the game.

Did Baker or the other two
turn up anything?

Baker reported
two musclemen

accompanied Dancy to
the Marion residence.

He couldn't get a clear view,

but he thought someone

might be taking a
b*ating in the garden.

I had a clear view.

Anything else?

No. Why?

Just curious.

Now, Joe,

you've been known
to peek under rocks

when you got curious.

Don't. I made the mistake
of involving Intertect

with a client
who was blackmailing.

I don't want the mistake
repeated.

Yes?

Yes, I'll tell him.

Someone waiting to see you
in your office.

Yeah?

Carol Marion.

Joe?

I don't care
what she wants,

just remember,
we have permanently

disassociated ourselves

from this case.

I can't think
of one reason

why I should care
about Anne Marion.

She may be k*lled.

I'm sorry, Carol,
I can't help you.

Look, uh, go to the police,
tell them.

She's a taxpayer.

What would they do?

She grins and says she doesn't
believe she's in danger.

Carol, what do you
expect me to do?

Help her.

Look, if I knew who, if I
knew how, if I knew why, I...

If I could point to one man
and say he was the person

trying to k*ll her, I
could help, but I can't.

If you say
there's nothing you can do...

I'll believe you.

There's nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I guess I was really asking you
to help me...

and there's no reason
why you should.

It would have been better
if those pills worked.

What pills?

What pills, Carol?

Mother's.

Last year, I swallowed
a whole bottle.

The doctor got to me too soon.

All right, look, uh...

Does your mother
keep a diary?

Get it for me.

I can't.

If you tell me
there's nothing you can do,

I'll believe you.

Carol.

What are you
doing in here?

Nothing.

In my room, in the dark,
like a thief.

I'm sorry. I'll go.

No.

Come on.

Like a thief.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to borrow it.

It's so pretty.

Whenever you wanted anything,
you always got it,

if I didn't need it,
isn't that right?

Yes.

Were you ever deprived
of anything?

No.

And yet you turn into
a rotten little thief.

I'm sorry!

Don't ever let me catch
you in my room again.

Carol, come on in.

I shouldn't
feel so rotten.

I am doing it for her.

Do you have
to read it?

Would you rather I waited
till it was in print?

I'd like you to
go home, Carol.

She doesn't know I've taken it.

Couldn't you read
what you want

and then
I'll take it back?

Carol, somebody's trying
to k*ll your mother

because of what's in here.

Now, even if this diary
were destroyed,

they'd still try and k*ll her
because she knows it all.

Then why?

I figure when the k*ller
finds out I've got the diary,

he'll try to get
to me first...

before he gets
to your mother.

You could be hurt.

I'll try not to.

I'd like you to go home.

I don't want
you here, Carol.

Kosloff? Mannix here.

I'm calling a few friends
to tell them

I've acquired a diary
of considerable interest.

I'm sure you can guess
whose diary.

Well, I'd be glad to read you
a few choice excerpts.

I'll be at home waiting.

Canyon.

Dancy? Yeah, Mannix here.

I'm calling a few friends
to tell them

that I've acquired a diary.

I think it would be
of interest to you.

Let me go,
Mannix, please.

Look, I-I can't
buy the book.

I haven't got
the money.

All right, I was
going to steal it.

I wouldn't recommend
burglaring as a trade for you.

You have heavy feet.

Look, housebreaking
isn't my bag.

You caught me on
my solo flight.

Come on,
give me a break.
Sit down.

Please, you've got to let me go.
You've got to, please!

As long as I've got
a g*n in my hand, I
don't gotta anything.

All right,
I've got nothing to lose.

You give me the diary
and let me walk out of here

with that g*n in my hand.

Sounds like there's an "or else"
on the end of that proposition.

In exactly...

seconds-- boom.

All gone-- house, you and me.

A b*mb, huh?

What's to stop me
from finding it?

Look, man, I said seconds.

A spring could be tight,
inaccurate.

It could be seconds,

, less.
If you're not lying.

Look, I want to live,
but I'd just as soon die

as to have that diary
running around loose.

seconds to go.

I-I've got $ , .
It's yours.

seconds.

You want to tell me where
you planted the b*mb?

What is this--
some crazy game of chicken?

See who can wait longer,

come closer to getting
blown to bits?

Twenty.

Nineteen...

eighteen...

You'd ride it out, wouldn't you?

Not if I really thought
there was a b*mb.

You couldn't be sure.

No, but I play the odds.

I don't think you'd try to break
in after you planted the b*mb.

I think you'd
be less noisy,

and you'd have that
g*n in your hand.

I think you wanted to get caught
so you could throw a scare.

Mannix, you're good.

I'll still pay you
the three grand.

Is that all the
diary's worth?

Come on, you know better.

Unless you like dying
at bargain prices.

Somebody's trying to k*ll for...


Me?

Look, somebody's...

somebody's liable
to pull a trigger

the minute that door
starts to open.

There's nobody there.

Now, what are you doing here?

Paying a social call.

Like you.

The g*n.

Tear gas.

A deterrent.

You're a man who leans
toward v*olence.

Mannix,

there are sections
in that diary.

You could tear out pages.

I'll give you $ , for mine.

Send him away,
we'll do business.

I've... got nothing left
to bargain with.

Mannix,
don't let that diary get away.

You'd be doing me
a bigger favor by...

putting a b*llet into my head.

The g*n isn't necessary.

All right, let's
get this over with.

There isn't much time.

If you're in such a hurry,
come back tomorrow.

I'm in no hurry.
You are.

If, as I assume,
you've told a number of people

you have the diary,
you should soon be dead.

Set a price
within reason.

It needn't be cheap.

I'm willing to pay
for what I want.

And you'll see
that I stay alive.

If you're smart enough
to take the money

and go very far away
to another country...

another continent.

If it were feasible,
I'd recommend another planet.

You seem awfully sure
I'll accept.

I am.
Nobody outbids Steven Kosloff.

Why don't you leave, Kosloff.

I've decided not
to sell to you.

I told you to name a price.

I don't like huckster's tricks.

How much?

No sale.

Tell me how much!

It cost me $ .

Your money won't
buy the diary,

neither will
your temper.

Out.

How sweet of you,
Carol.

How did you know
I hadn't eaten all day?

I didn't know.

Mother fixed
it for me.

But, my darling,
you had something to eat

less than two hours ago.

Mother says young
children need energy.

I'm surprised
she didn't fix you Pablum.

What?
Nothing.

Do you mind, darling?

I'm starving.

Ida, you're as subtle

as a slap in the face
with a wet mackerel.

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

You hate milk

and I've never known
you to be wild

about peanut
butter sandwiches.

Well, mature women
need energy.

You know, Ida, someday
you're going to get fat

just trying to keep
me from getting fat.

Take it.

I wasn't
hungry anyway.

You're not hungry?

Something really
must be bothering you.

Tell me.

Nothing.

Is it your mother?

Well...

Now, come on.

You're talking to Ida.

We don't have any secrets.

What's Annie done now?

Tell me.

I'll handle it
the way I always do.

It's what I've done.

What have you done, darling?

I took her diary.

Who is it?

All right, hold it.

All right, just drop the g*n.

Welcome aboard.

All right, now throw your g*ns

into the middle
of the room.

Over to the corner
by the stairs.

All right, now, look.

I bought Annie off
with a lead in my picture.

Now, that should
have been enough.

It's a shame.

You don't have to
believe it, Mannix.

You wouldn't have been touched
if you gave over the book.

The g*ns were
to make it look serious

in case
there was trouble.

I believe it, Artie.

How much?

Hmm?

On your
stomachs.

Come on, move.

On your stomachs,
stay down.

Carol...

Him?
No.

As you were.

If he had really
wanted me dead,

he would have sent his
flunkies to do the job

and stayed away to
establish an alibi.

Could I talk to you?

Go ahead.

I have to talk alone.

Carol, it's too late
for secrets.

I talked to Ida.

I want-- I have to have
the book back so she won't know.

We'll both take it back.

I was faked out.

The diary isn't the real motive.

If it had been,
one of your mother's chums

would have been here
trying to k*ll me

instead of
offering to buy.

Then who?

Carol and I are leaving.

You won't know
when or how.

If I were you, to be safe,
I'd stay just the way I am

and I'd count to
, by, uh, s.

Mannix,
please, who?

If I'm right,
you'll know soon enough.

Eh, eh,
as you were, fellas.

Let's try
the chaise.

Now look to the left,
please, Miss Marion.

Oh, I never look
to the left.

No photographs
from that side.

Sam, I told you.

Sorry, Annie, we'll just
sh**t your good side.

Oh, that's okay, Tony.

Only don't release any of these
prints unless I okay them, hmm?

Sure, Annie.

It'll be a
great spread.

Three pages all about you
back at your favorite studio.

Have you got enough?

I don't know, maybe we ought
to get another set.

He always wants
another set.

We'll maybe
use five.

You already
got .

Okay.

Thank you, Miss Marion.

That's okay.

You're a doll, Annie.

Why don't you
go get the car

and I'll get out
of this rig, hmm?

Thank you, boys.

Good night.

Oh, uh...

want me to
wait around?

No, thanks, Tony, I'm okay.

Good night.

Good night.
Good night.

She still looks
pretty good.

A little retouching
on the negatives,

you'll never guess
her real age.

I hope not.

I'm cutting five years
off her age

in this story.

Tony?

Ida?

Sam?

♪ ♪

You.

Good-bye, Annie.

Why?

Why, why?

Tell me.

Faithful, faithful Ida, hmm?

With you all these years
and you never wondered why.

You won't.

I stayed with you
because of Carol,

to protect
her from you.

That time she tried
to k*ll herself because of you,

I was the one who saved her.

Ida, Ida,
for the love of Heaven,

you just can't k*ll a person.

But you're not a person.

What do you want me to do?

Tell me, Ida, tell me.

I've told you all these years.

I'm awake.

It's happening.

Wait!

No, you won't change.

You'll keep her a baby
for the rest of her life.

Now, you don't know the truth
about Carol.

She needs and loves us both.

She told me
just today.

You all right?

Yes.

Ida.

She tried to k*ll me

because she thought
I hadn't been a good mother.

Well, I've been more a
mother to her than you have.

I've brought her up.

That's no reason
to try and k*ll her.

You could go on
raising Carol.

I'm not going on.

I've heard
from my doctor

that in a month or
two, I'll be dead.

Now what's going to happen?

I need someone to help me,

to take care of the press
conference tomorrow,

call Otto,
help serve the liquor.

Carol?

No.

When you need help for
something important, call me.

What could be
more important than--?

What's got into her?

She could be growing up.

Press conference is tomorrow...

wardrobe fittings.

Nothing's ready.