04x06 - The Lost Art of Dying

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Wallach. West gate.

Peterson, security control.
We're shut tight.

Got it. Where's the trouble?

Death house.

Stand your ground, hold your fire!

How did it happen?
Nobody knows, sir.

They took Charlie Keefer hostage.

Give me your horn.

This is Warden Henshaw.

I want to talk to whoever
is in charge in there.

I'm in charge-- Earl Weldon!

Talk, Warden!

Give up, Weldon. It won't work.

It better work!

We've got a g*n
on your boy Charlie Keefer!

Try anything-- tear gas, anything--

And Charlie gets his brains blown out.

What do you want, Weldon?

There's a private eye over in I A.

We want him, and fast.

His name is Mannix. Joe Mannix.

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Peggy, how are you coming?

Through in a minute.

No hurry.

There is for me. I've got a family.

Hey, don't you ever make a mistake?

Right from the first, you said
you wanted a perfect secretary.

Okay, you can take
the rest of the night off.

Thanks a lot.

That's probably Toby calling
to see if he still has a mother.

Mr. Mannix' office.

It's a long distance operator.

Who's calling, operator?

One moment, please.

Do you know a Warden Henshaw?

Yeah, that's the warden
that's in charge of the prison

where Charlie Keefer works.

This is Mannix.

When did it happen?

How's Charlie?

Earl Weldon.

No, I've never heard of him.

You sure he wants to talk to me?

All right, Warden.
I'll catch the first plane.

What's that all about?

A break on death row.

They're holding Charlie Keefer
as hostage.

A prisoner named Earl Weldon
wants to see me.

Why?

No idea.

Look, Peggy, while I throw
a couple of things into a bag,

get me a reservation
on the first plane out, huh?

Mr. Mannix, I'm Warden Henshaw.
Thanks for coming.

You still don't know
why Weldon wants to see me?

No.

You sure you never tangled with him?

Never.

Mr. Mannix, you've had
a couple of hours to think this over.

Like I told you, they got a g*n,
and Weldon's a lighted fuse.

They're on death row.
They've got nothing to lose.

How's Charlie Keefer?
We don't know.

I'd like to find out.

Weldon?

Mannix is here.

Send him in!

No g*n, or he doesn't
get to see his pal Charlie!

All right, open up. He's coming in.

Inside.

Feet apart,
hands spread against the wall.

Clean.

I'm Weldon.

Let's talk.

Charlie.

Joe.

You shouldn't have come.
Now they got two of us.

How are you, Charlie?

About the way I look.

How's Betty?

She's worrying for nothing.
You look okay to me.

It's our tenth anniversary.

Pretty lousy timing, huh?

I've seen better.

That's it. Visiting hours are over.

What do you want, Weldon?

What do I want?
What do we all want? Out.

You think this is going to help you?

If it doesn't,
Charlie's wife is going to collect

on his insurance policy.

Some anniversary present, huh, Charlie?

Why me?

You're a private cop.

The best, according to Charlie.

So you're hired, Mannix.

To do what?

There are five of us in here.

We're all innocent. You know that, huh?

Sure.

Only some of us
are more innocent than others.

Take the kid in .

Mannix, this is Carl Danzig, your client.

I told you I didn't want to have
anything to do with this.

Now, take it easy, kid.

Earl--

Earl, it won't do any good.

Forget it.

I'm running this show.

The kid's in on a bum rap.

How do you know?

Up here on the row,
it's all from the horse's mouth.

It takes one to know one.

And he's not one. A bum rap.

And you want me to, uh, get him off?

Now you got it.

And you're doing all this out of
the goodness of your heart, right?

I'll lay it out for you, Mannix.

You see that green door
down the corridor?

That leads to a cozy little room
with a trap door and a rope,

and in this state, they use it.

They're all set up to use it
this weekend...on him.

And I go next.

I figure if they find out
they're wrong about him,

maybe they'll take a look
at the rest of us.

Heh.

What can we lose?

Maybe, uh, they'll close
that door for good.

Fill him in, kid.

Charlie's been good to me.

Earl?

I don't want to--

I don't want to take that trip
with his life on my conscience.

Tell him, kid.

From the start, Carl.

From the-- From the start.

Well, everything was going well
until it happened.

Ruth and I had our own house.

I got a raise down at the plant.

A couple of bucks in the bank.

Only took one phone call to blow it all.

Hello?

Carl?
Yes.

Carl, this is Verna Leslie.
Remember me?

Carl?

Yes. Heh. Sure, I remember.

Carl, I'd like to see you.

I'm in trouble. I've got to talk to you.

I don't know where else to turn.

Carl, please, I need some money.

Heh. Well, I don't know.

Carl, please.

Okay.

I'm at the Bronson Arms.

It's on West Maine.

Can you come right away?

Yes.

Ask for Verna Dayton.

That's the name I'm using.

Who was that, Carl?
Hmm?

On the phone.

Oh, uh, that was Harry Lansing
down at the plant.

You know, remember?
I mentioned him a couple of times.

I've got to meet him.
At this hour?

Well, he's in some kind of trouble.

Now, you don't mind, do you, honey?

Carl, you know what your trouble is?

What?

You just can't say no.

It's all I could come up with, Verna.

Thanks, Carl.

I'm sorry to bother you like this.

It won't happen again.

It's just that I was in kind of a bind.

You understand.

Sure.

Long time.

Yes.

You're looking fine.

So are you.

A little heavier.

Mm-mm.

I didn't even ask-- how are things?

Oh, they're fine, fine.

It shows.

Well, I'd better be going.

You don't have to rush away.

I've got to meet a guy.

You mean your wife's waiting.

Yeah, something like that.

Did you ever tell her about us?

No.

Good-bye, Verna.
Carl?

Will I see you again?

And she did?

Well, so what?

Everybody's got a dame like that
once in their life.

Can't get them out of your system.

Is that right, Carl?

I just couldn't help myself.

I'm scared, Carl!
I've got to get away!

Please help me, just this once.

It's always "just this once" with you.

Last time, I promise.

I've heard that one before.

Now, what's with you, Verna?

You keep asking for my help,
but you won't tell me why.

You're using a phony name,
and you never leave this room. Now why?

I can't tell you.

But I will be all right
if you'll do me this one last favor.

No more money. I can't.

It isn't money, Carl.

Well, then what?

Our most popular number.

You'd like to see another model?
No, I'll take this one.

Hello?

Yes. Who's calling?

For you.

Who is it?
A doctor.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Danzig. I'm Dr. Margolis.

Verna Dayton is my patient.
She's ill in her hotel room.

I've got some medicine for her.

She suggested I call you.

I have an emergency here in my office.

I'm at the Winthrop Medical Building,
I st and Clark Streets.

It's important.
Can you come, Mr. Danzig?

Yes, right away, Doctor.

It's about Harry Lansing.
He's had an accident.

He asked for me.

I really should go.

I didn't say anything, did ?

Dr. Margolis?

Yes. Glad you got here
so quickly, Mr. Danzig.

Will she be all right?

Oh, yes. Judging from her symptoms,
it's nothing too serious.

These should help Miss Dayton.

Thank you. Thank you, Doctor.

Carl, what's the trouble?

Nothing. Go to bed.
But--

Just go to bed!

Well, what are you staring at?

Ah, just go to bed.

Carl, I've been waiting for you
to tell me.

What?
About what's going on.

I saved some money
from my household allowance.

Yesterday I was depositing it
in our account.

I saw the withdrawals you made.

$ in two weeks.
That's almost all we have.

Okay, so you know--
I've been keeping a dame in diamonds.

Carl, if there's something serious--

Oh, honey.

Honey, there is.

But-- But it's not my problem.

It's Harry Lansing's.

I didn't know the money that I lent him
went to cover bad gambling debts.

But it wasn't enough.
He wanted more and more.

I found out tonight...

Honey, it wasn't an accident.

Lieutenant Dave Ferris,
Police Department, Homicide Division.

Is Carl Danzig here?

Yes.

I'm Danzig.

I'd like you to come downtown with me.

I told you, I--

I told you, she was dead
when I got there.

Okay. Okay, so your old sweetie
comes back into your life.

She needs some dough,
so you dip into the family savings, huh?

It's not the way you make it sound.

Come on, kid.
It happens all the time.

I lent her the money as a friend.

If you were just friends,
why didn't you tell your wife?

So you see, Mr. Mannix,
it was all stacking up against me--

The desk clerk at the hotel,
the man who sold me the g*n.

Verna never told you
why she wanted that g*n?

No.

Probably to protect herself.

And what about the medicine
you got from Dr. Margolis?

I got scared.
I dumped it down the toilet.

What about Dr. Margolis himself?

Didn't he verify your story?

Lieutenant Ferris.
I'd like to see Dr. Margolis.

One moment, please.

The doc backs up your story,
your home in minutes.

Okay.

Dr. Margolis?
Yes. What is it?

Like I said, Mr. Mannix,
it was all stacked against me.

My wife hired a private investigator
after the trial,

but he couldn't turn up anything.

You get the setup, Mannix?

A phony doctor. The kid's in the soup,
ready to be cooked.

A m*rder calls for a motive.

What was yours supposed to be, Carl?

What made the cops think you k*lled her?

Tell him, kid.

Autopsy report.

"Said subject was
in third month of pregnancy."

Like I told you, they had me cold.

So you got yourself a real case.

It won't work, Mr. Mannix.

My wife will only get
her hopes up again.

She's holding on to our house.

She's got a secretarial job,

trying to keep everything
together until |--

until I come home.

But I know I won't be there.

You find out who framed the kid.

Find that phony doctor.

Find out who wanted that dame dead.

That's quite an assignment...

even if it's true.

It'll take time.

Mannix, we can't hold out
in here forever.

You've got hours.

That lettering was put on the door

the day the court appointed me
defense counsel for Carl.

Oh, everything was bright
and new then--

New office, first important case.

Even a whole bookcase
of new legal references.

How did you feel when
you were given that case?

Oh, I jumped at it.

Very important.

No, no, I mean after you got
all the facts.

It was even more important
to get an acquittal.

Did you feel he had a chance?

My client said he was innocent.

And you believed him?
Sure.

Based on what?

I guess I wanted to.

Because it was important to you?

No, to him. But the more
I looked at the jury,

the more I realized there was
something else going against him,

besides the circumstantial evidence.

And what was that?
Me.

Maybe if I'd been a polished,
experienced trial lawyer,

I might've been able to convince
the jury that he was innocent.

Uh, Mrs. Danzig
hired a private investigator.

Would you happen to know his name?

Um, no, it must have been
after the trial.

Hmm. Well, I'm sure she can tell me.

Well, good luck, Mr. Mannix.

Thank you.

Oh, and if I ever need
an attorney, Mr. Hernandez,

I'll look you up.

Uh, Mrs. Danzig, please.

Don't live here anymore.

Sold us this house three months ago.

Do you know where she moved to?

Didn't keep in touch.

Thank you.

I don't know what happened to Ruth.

She was one of our best workers, too.

Then one day she just didn't show up.

Thanks.

Is this the office of Frank McGill?

Yeah, I'll be with you in a moment.

Hey, Joel

Hello, Frank.
It's good to see you again.

Right.

Oh, now, don't tell me
you're still drinking that stuff.

It should only happen to babies.

Joe, remember the night
I climbed on the wagon? Remember?

How can I forget?
I flew in from Los Angeles for the wake.

Well, I see you're still keeping
the old prize polished.

On dark days,
it kind of lights my heart.

Joe, you don't think you have a chance
of getting Carl Danzig off, do you?

Why not?
In hours?

Well, now, the whole world
was built in a week.

But, Frank...

I could use a little help.

Name it.

Well, Carl Danzig may be up
on a bum rap.

You said so yourself
in your coverage of the trial.

I wrote it the way I saw it, Joe.

What did you see?

Not just see. Smell, Joe, smell.

You're on crime,
well, you're working life.

You learn all there is to learn.
You poke around the garbage pail.

You recognize those smells.
It's rotten.

So take it from me--

Carl Danzig's innocent.
He was somebody's patsy.

Yeah, whose?

I dug and I dug,
and I came up with nothing.

What does that leave me with?

What it left the jury with.

And I just got to believe that nobody,
but nobody, whose life is on the line

is going to make up
such a wild yarn for an alibi.

Anyway, I bought it.

And the jury would've,
except for one thing.

Yeah.

Verna Leslie was pregnant.

There were five women
on that jury, Joe.

Yeah, it's still a good motive.

The father of that child,
whoever he is,

was most likely a married man.

A married man who fools around?

How many of those in Lawson City, Joe?

I'll look it up in the telephone book.

It's going to be tough.

But if there's anything I can do...

There is one thing, Frank.

Carl thinks his wife
is still living in their house

and working as a secretary.

About three months ago,
she sold the house and quit her job.

There's no forwarding address.

Where did she disappear to?

She didn't disappear.

Then where is she?

♪♪

You looking for somebody?

Yeah. Is Ruth around?

Over in that corner.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

What time do you get off tonight?

I'll tell you later.

Oh, come on, you can trust me.
What time do you get off?

Here's your change.
No, no. That's all yours.

Business now, pleasure later.

Ah, don't forget.

Mrs. Danzig?

My name is Mannix.
I'm a private investigator.

So?

I'm trying to help your husband.

Please sit down.

How are you trying to help my husband?

Well, finding you was at least a start.

Although I must admit I wasted
a lot of valuable time.

You certainly changed your job
from A to Z.

Listen, honey,
I sure didn't give you that tip

so you could fluff me off
for some other customer.

I was first, see? Come on.

Hold-- Hold it, big spender.

Who's the john?

You looking for trouble, john?

Oh, no, no.

Come a little closer. I'll explain.

What?

You see, I'm not looking
for trouble, Jack.

But if you keep making big noises,

you could change my mind.

Now, why don't you get lost
before you do that, huh?

Okay?

Okay.

Why don't you say it?

I'm not the woman Carl described.

Okay. I'll say it.

Simple economics.

Court appeals are expensive.

The cost of living goes up every day.

What I make here hustling tips
is twice what any secretary can make.

All for Carl?

As they say, I'm well-motivated.

I don't see where the tips come from.
I just see where they go.

I believe in my husband.

About everything?

Maybe you're the wrong man.

That's just what Harry Ruxton
would've said.

Is that the private investigator
you hired?

Yes.

After Carl was convicted.

Tell me, what happened?

I don't know.
He gave up after a week.

He said we had no case.

Did he try and find the phony doctor?

He said there was no phony doctor,
and asked for his week's pay.

That's it? That was all?

Yes.

No.

No.

He was nervous,
and he was sweating.

What makes that important?

He was never nervous before.

Do you think that could mean
something about Harry Ruxton?

I don't know. I'll look him up.

Mr. Mannix...

you were with Carl?

Mm-hmm.

How is he?

Well, all things considered, fine.

You won't say anything
about all this?

Mr. Mannix...

if they k*ll Carl,

I wouldn't stay here another minute.

But until then,
I'll do anything to help him.

We're in the warm-up of the finals.

Go away. Come back tomorrow.

Hey, I'm watching the finals on TV.

I told you, come back tomorrow,
whoever you are.

The name's Mannix.

So what am I supposed to do?
Get a maypole and dance around it?

But we're in the same business.

Uh-uh. I've gone straight.

Go peek in some other keyhole, pal.

After we've discussed a case
you once handled.

Yeah, what's that?

Carl Danzig.

Nothing to it.
It was an open-and-shut case.

And what do you do
for an encore, Mannix?

Work me over
with a pair of brass knuckles?

I need your help, Ruxton.

Yeah? Well, you got
a funny way of getting it.

What can you tell me
about the Danzig case?

I told you, it's open-and-shut.

You quit after one week.
What was the big hurry?

I took pity on the dame.
I could've faked it.

You know how it is.
You're in the business.

I could've strung her along
for another couple of weeks for the fee.

But she had enough trouble.

That old man of hers
had her kidded all along.

Everybody.
There was no phony doctor.

Now, do you mind
if I get back to my TV?

Oh, sure, yeah.

Uh, Ruxton...

I'm sorry if I leaned on you.

It's all right. As long as we're both
in the same business.

Yeah. Reservations?

I'd like a flight for Chicago tonight.

Yes, : would be fine.

Ruxton. Harry Ruxton.

Eyes front.
Don't you have any manners,

coming into towns
where you're not wanted,

listening at people's doors?

Straight down the hall, outside.

Around to the back.

Leave town, Mannix, now,

before we ship you out in a box.

You'll have a sore head for a while.

But an inch to the right,

and you'd have been a guest here
for a month.

So what do you suggest, Doc?

Well, like I told him
before you arrived, Mr. McGill,

rest and quiet.

Why ask him?

He doesn't even watch
the medic shows on TV.

He's even too young to be an intern.
What does he know?

He didn't end up clobbered
in a dark alley.

I'll write you a prescription.

So how much do you know?

Two things.
I put a scare into Harry Ruxton,

and I stepped on somebody's toes
by just showing up in this town.

Well, I got to admit it, Joe--
it's a lot more than when you started.

You just stand by.

While you do what?

Ignore the very good advice
of my physician.

Cabbie, who are you picking up?

A Mr. Ruxton.
Where are you taking him?

Airport.

Look, why don't you just go
and watch the planes take off?

My biggest thrill. Thanks, buddy.

Be my guest.

You going someplace?
I got a rush call! Business!

I thought you were
out of the business.

Well, this is something personal.
Look, I've got a plane to catch.

You didn't get a call.
You made a call, for a reservation.

Now, let's talk about Carl Danzig.

Look, Mannix, I told you.
I pulled out of the case

because I didn't want to take
Mrs. Danzig to the cleaners.

Look, I'm not fooling!

You're running scared, Ruxton. Why?

What do you know about the guy
who played the phony doctor?

You can tell me,
or you can tell the cops.

Look, Mannix,
the only Doctor I know

is the one that took a dum-dum b*llet
out of my shoulder.

I was on the Danzig case.

The bell rings,
I open the door, bang. This.

After the doc sews me up,
I get a phone call.

"Either get off the Danzig case,
or the next slug goes through your head."

So, I close up shop.
I figure, who needs this business?

What did the triggerman look like?

He was--

Come to think of it, the triggerman
didn't have a trigger finger.

I mean, I saw the g*n

and the hand that was holding it,
but no trigger finger.

But that didn't stop him.
The other finger worked just as well.

No trigger finger
and a dum-dum b*llet.

Anything else?

That's it.

Ah, you made me miss my plane.

I think I can just about make mine.

No chancel!

I'm on the right track, Weldon.
Now, why don't you bend?

Forget about all this.
I need more time.

Hey, Charlie,
your friend Mannix is okay.

So Ruxton got chased off the case,
and there was a trigger man.

So you come up with him, hear?

I may not have enough time.

You've got all the time
any of us here can afford.

The kid's getting closer to that door.

I told you, Weldon,

I cannot reopen Carl's case
without evidence.

Then you turn it up!

And remember, it ain't just his case.

I got a stake in this, too.

I'm up to my ears,
and I need something to show for it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

Sure, Joe.

Don't worry about Charlie.
Time's running out.

Oh, Carl, along the way,
I saw your wife.

She sends you her love.

Mr. Mannix?

Uh, something that you said.

About what?

The gunman who fired at Ruxton.

What about him?

He was missing a-- a trigger finger?

So?

Well, something--

Something hit me when you said that.

Dr. Margolis?

Yes. Glad you got here
so quickly, Mr. Danzig.

Will she be all right?

Oh, yes. Judging from her symptoms,
it's nothing too serious.

These should help Miss Dayton.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

The phony doctor.
The one who sh*t Ruxton.

It was the same man.

Okay, Mannix, now you got
something to work with. Find him.

Even ulcers are better.

What did you dig up, Frank?
Two items.

What do you know about him?

Nothing. Why?

Name is Jerry Hagen.
That mean anything to you?

Yeah.

He operates a string of horse parlors
from here to California.

Biggest bookie east of Chicago,
except nobody's proved it.

I will now. He's smart.

Keeps his name and face out of print,

but I've finally got a couple
of hooks into Jerry Hagen.

What kind of hooks?

Hook number --
Hagen's ex-girlfriend, now deceased.

Verna Leslie?
None other.

And, like everything else,
Hagen keeps his girlfriends under wraps.

Now, here's hook number .

He shaves his b*ll*ts, dum-dum style.

And has a trigger finger missing?

So what do you think, Joe?

Well, Frank, I think you're going
to win another one of those prizes.

Let's say Hagen was the father
of Verna's child.

Then we have the man
and the motive.

Except that he isn't married.
So why bump her off?

Well, maybe--

Maybe she threatened him
with a paternity suit.

You know, one of those
wide-open public trials.

Yeah, yeah. Would've blown the lid
off his operation,

ripped off all the wraps.

But we'll never know from Verna.

Then what about Hagen himself?

Jerry Hagen? Never heard of him.

Then how come he runs this joint?

License over the bar says I run it.

Well, I'd like to get word to him.

You tell him I'm looking for him.

The name is Mannix.

Yeah, I heard.

You're out looking for Jerry Hagen.

Forget it, Mannix.
Take the first plane back to LA.

Everybody wants me to go home.

It's good advice.

Look, I'm just a little schnook
that runs his own parlor.

But I'm telling you-- go home.

Blow. Stay healthy.

Hello?
Joe?

I've been calling your motel for hours.
Where have you been?

Digging for Jerry Hagen.

Are you okay? You were supposed
to keep in touch every hour.

Yeah, I'm okay,

for a guy who's drawing
nothing but blanks.

Well, I don't know.
What's up?

I got a phone call.

I was told to lay off
the Carl Danzig case, or else.

Did you recognize the voice?

Uh-uh. But he said
the same goes for you, Joe.

Must be on a record.

Anyway, there is someone outside.

Same car, dark sedan.
It's been circling the block.

You spot the driver?

Can't from up here.
I was waiting for you to call.

Then I figured to go down and check.

Listen, Frank, you stay there,
right where you are.

Don't go down. This may be
the guy we're looking for.

You stay in your office
until I get there.

All right, Joe. But you'd better
use the delivery entrance.

It's around in the back.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You and me both.

Well...

The only witness.

And I had to k*ll him.

It was self-defense, Joe.
Yeah, yeah.

That doesn't help Carl
or Charlie Keefer.

There's only a few hours left
for either one.

Well, if there's anything I can do,
anything at all, just name it, Joe.

I think I'll just do that, Frank.

Weldon?

Mannix is here.

Yeah, I hear you, Warden.

I want to talk to you, Weldon,
in there.

Did you break the case?

I brought somebody with me.

Who?
A newspaper man.

His name is Frank McGill.
Hear us out.

Forget it!

Look, Weldon,
I've played it straight with you.

And don't forget-- you called for me.

Now, you want to talk or not?

Okay, Mannix, come in.

Mr. Mannix, don't make any promises
in there for me.

I can't let this go beyond today.

I can't let them take over.

As for Charlie Keefer,

when the time's up,
his chances are better my way.

The deal stands.

I told you, we can't
hold out here forever.

And I'm telling you, Weldon,
you're about to blow your last chance.

So, he's going to write
a couple of pieces in his paper

so people jump on our side'?
You call that a chance?

Nobody knows the field like he does.

He's an expert. He's won prizes in it.

Yeah. Well, he's a loser this time.
You, too, Mannix.

You wanted to shake them up,
didn't you?

I'm offering to do it for you.

So they'll throw their papers down
and come storming the gate?

What kind of fool do you think I am?

I'll shake them up, all right.

Danny, open up.
Mannix and his pal are leaving.

Now wait a minute.

We got the k*ller, didn't we, Weldon?

Oh, sure, you got him. Dead.

You got nothing. One witness,
and you shut his mouth forever.

Out!

Hold it, Frank.

What is it, Joe?

There's something--
something we're forgetting about.

Like what?

Maybe that witness left us
with something after all.

The dr*gs he gave Carl
to give to Verna.

Maybe we can trace them.

No chance. They were just aspirin.

How did you know that, Frank?

It, uh--

It came out during the trial.

What was in that box, Carl?

What kind of pills?

I don't know.

The medicine was never on exhibit
at the trial, Frank.

The kid got rid of the stuff
without ever looking at it.

Remember?

Weldon!

Weldon, you're going to blow
everything you've worked for!

Use your head!

Right.

All right, let's make it clean, Frank.

I wasn't trying to k*ll Hagen.

I wasn't about to k*ll the only witness
that could clear Carl.

You weren't in your office.
You were down in that storeroom,

carrying a g*n with a sil*ncer.

I only wanted to stop him.

And you stopped him for good.

Sure, I could've tracked you down
and proved it in time.

That's the only thing
I didn't have, Frank.

Mine was running out, too.

The idea was to scare him
into coming after me,

and I'd think it was my b*llet that
knocked him off in self-defense, huh?

Well, I couldn't figure out
any other way to get to him

before he got me.

And don't think he wouldn't have,
once you showed up.

He got real nervous, Joe.

And that baby that Verna
was going to have--

You found out that was Hagen's, huh?

Well, she was going to blow
the whistle on him, so we k*lled her.

Set Carl up to take the rap.

I had it all.

Yeah, you really hit pay dirt, Frank.

Must have been worth a pretty penny
to keep it quiet.

A hundred grand.

Let's go.

You know something else, Joe?

That would've bought
a warehouse full of trophies

like the one I got on my desk.

It's already beginning to tarnish.

Well, I don't wonder.

You know what it's like, Joe--

Year after year, hacking out
those columns at piecework wages.

And then watching the punks
grab the brass ring.

Yeah. The ride's over now, Frank.

You k*lled Jerry Hagen.

Make it official, Charlie. Take him.

Danny, let them out.

Warden, it's Keefer!

We're coming out!

I'll see you, Carl...outside.

Mannix?

Tell my wife.

First thing.

Hey, Mannix?

This ought to shake them up a bit,
don't you think?

Maybe, uh, there'll be some changes.

Maybe.