04x07 - The Other Game in Town

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Thank you very much.

I know what a lot of you are thinking
out there tonight.

You think, "Billy Moss--
he does impressions."

But I'll bet you're expecting me
tonight to come out here

and imitate the same old voices
you've heard a million times.

I bet you're waiting
to hear people like, uh--

like Edward G. Robinson. Yaah.

Or Lionel Barrymore!

How about a little
Art Carney there, Ralphie boy.

Hey there, Ralph, as the twig is bent,
so grows the tree there. Ha ha!

Will you shut up with that, Norton?

We're trying to do a bit?

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

And it's craps.

Come marker.

Coming out.

Same sh**t.

And it's craps.

Then there's little
George Burns, who I love to do.

I love to do George Burns

because I get a chance
to do a couple of numbers.

I Voom, voom, voorm, voom &

Down in the garden
where the red roses grow I

I Oh, my, I want to go,
pluck me like a flower J

I Cuddle me an hour I

the Red Rose Rag &

Boom, it's over,
you got a million selling.

If you want another number,
I'll be in my dressing room.

Another marker.

Come on, give me another marker!

Dice.

Same sh**t coming out.

And it's craps.

Another marker.

Give it to me in round numbers.

All right, new sh**t coming out.

All right, coming out.

Tomorrow all right?

Tomorrow, Mr. Brady.

And then there's Jack Lemmon.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

I, uh...

I made a picture
a couple of years ago

called The Days of Wine and Roses.

I, uh, uh, didn't win an Oscar
for my performance in this picture,

but I, uh--
Ha ha ha ha!

I did win an honorary membership
into Alcoholics Anonymous.

Yeah, an honorary membership.

That's where you don't have
to attend the meetings.

You just, you know,
send in the empties. Ha ha ha!

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

We'll be back again at :.
We'll see you then, huh?

Thank you.

Hey, Vic, you missed my show.
I was terrific.

Going to catch the next one?

Some other time, Billy.

I can't.
Got to tear up an old mattress

to see if I can't find
a quarter of a million dollars.

Some mattress.

My plane ready to go?

Yeah, filled her up myself.

Thanks, Chris. See you in LA,.

Hi.

He lost a fortune. Can he pay it?

He better.

November Seven Three Tango
calling Los Angeles Radar Control.

November Seven Three Tango,
I have you on the screen.

Proceed miles west over coast,

returning for landing
on Santa Monica runway zero-three.

November Seven Three Tango,
start your turn.

You may shorten your pattern.

Contact Santa Monica Tower
over breakwater.

November Seven Three Tango,
please confirm my position.

November Seven Three Tango,
go ahead.

November Seven Three Tango,
I've lost you from the screen.

November Seven Three Tango?

Call the Coast Guard, we've lost one.

I

Mrs. Brady? I'm Joe Mannix.

Oh, I'm so glad you could come.

I didn't mean to sound so mysterious
over the phone, but I--

Exactly the word my secretary used.

Oh, Mr. Mannix, this is Chris Allison.

It was Chris who suggested
that I call someone.

I thought she needed some help.

What sort of help?

I want you to find my husband,
Mr. Mannix.

Well, |, uh, don't know that I'm really
qualified for that kind of a search.

Mr. Mannix,
my husband is not dead.

I know how you feel,
Mrs. Brady, but--

No. No, it's true.

Victor is alive.

But you just came from
his memorial services.

I had to go through with the services.

In fact, Victor insisted on it.

Oh, yes, Victor is very much alive.

I talked to him on the phone
this morning.

I picked up the phone,
and it was Victor.

And he said...

"Hi, Eve, baby.
Nice day for a funeral."

Then he said,
"| think somebody is trying to k*ll me."

Did he say what happened?

I asked him. He just laughed...

and said old Navy pilots never die,
they just swim away.

Did he say why he didn't want you
to call the police?

How did you know?

I'm here. The police aren't.

He said he was in a spot.

Which means exactly how much,
in round figures?

Nearly a quarter of a million dollars.

I warned him
about those dice tables.

Mrs. Brady, your husband's in "Who's Who"
of the electronics business.

Couldn't he somehow have put together
a quarter of a million dollars in a pinch?

There were too many pinches lately,
too close together.

He lost two big contracts
in three months.

He couldn't raise that kind of money.

Or any kind of money.

Mr. Allison,
how well did you know Mr. Brady?

I flew with him years ago.
The Navy.

Good pilot?

Victor could fly a barn door
through a hurricane by its hinges.

What about his plane?

He kept it at my place in Las Vegas.

I serviced it from time to time.

As a matter of fact, I gassed it up
and rubbed it down

a couple of hours before he took off.

Could anyone have gotten to it?

I suppose so.

Sometimes kids hang around.

I'm not talking about kid stuff.

Then you do think
somebody tried to k*ll him?

He thinks so.

Alive?

The story I read said
lost at sea, plane and all.

You can't believe everything
you read in the papers.

He probably sensed
something was wrong,

bailed out, and swam ashore.

Ten miles?
Well, you couldn't, I couldn't.

But Victor Brady was trained
to survive at sea.

Well, he should be celebrating,
not hiding.

Except that he swam back
to a gambling debt

in the neighborhood of
a quarter of a million dollars.

Nice neighborhood.

If he could play dead,
he could pay off.

Insurance policy?
Probably.

How else can a dead man
make a decent living.

Oh, listen, call the Navy.
Check on a Chris Allison-pilot type.

Korean w*r vintage, huh?

Where will you be?

Uh, got to see a man about a plane.

Eddie Smith?

I'm busy. Can't you see?

Hand me that screwdriver, will you?

Yeah, sure.

No, the Phillips.
Oh.

There you are.
Boy.

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

I don't need any.

Well, you've got quite a reputation
around this field, Eddie.

They tell me that you can put these old
jalopies together so they'll fly forever.

You're right so far.

Did you ever work on Brady's plane?

No.

Nobody ever touched Mr. Brady's plane
but the boss himself.

That would be Chris Allison.

Yeah, the last I heard.
Hmm.

Did he, uh--

Did he check Victor Brady's plane
before it took off?

Yeah, I seen him.

What time?
I don't know.

Three or four hours
before Mr. Brady came, I guess.

Did anybody go
near the plane after that?

Look, I ain't no watchdog.
I'm just a mechanic.

Well, could someone else have gone
near the plane during that time?

You got in, didn't you?

Did Brady carry a parachute?

No.

Was your boss here
when Brady took off?

No, not likely.

What's more likely?

Well, if Jaycie was working,
more likely he was in the Casino.

A girlfriend?

Well, he don't play cards, and he--

He don't go there
to listen to the music.

Well, uh... keep her flying.

Jaycie?
She's probably out shopping.

She's a compulsive shopper.

Smells out fire sales, and gets b*rned.

Did you know Victor Brady?

Sure, I met him.

First he was here,
and then he was there...

and then he was nowhere.
Heh heh.

It's not very funny, is it?

Well, I can't use that.

You saw him that night?

Yeah, just before he left.

How did he seem?
Was he all right?

Oh, he acted cool,
but he was running a fever,

and sweating.
I know the signs.

Ha ha!
Believe me, I know the signs.

He lost plenty.

I'd hate to have
to carry it far in nickels.

I imagine the head man around here

would know how much he lost
to the penny, wouldn't he?

Have you talked to Mr. Conforti?

No. But I'd like to.

Oh, well, I'll tell him you're coming.

All right, Mr. Mannix,
what can I tell you about Victor Brady?

Just looking around here,
I'd say you're a pretty good judge

of the value of things.

Why don't you say what's on your mind
and save us both time?

For instance,
you knew that Victor Brady

was more valuable dead
than alive, maybe.

You know, whenever one of our
more important patrons

meets with a fatal misfortune,

it's naturally assumed that
we somehow manipulated his fate.

It's a very unfair stereotype,
believe me.

Please, please.
Spare me the violins.

Victor Brady was your
loser of the month, wasn't he?

The best reason I know of
to want him alive and well.

Unless you also knew he was broke.

I had no idea.

Oh, well, we both know
that gambling debts are not collectable.

Aren't they?

Not even weight lifters
use muscle anymore.

Well, Mrs. Brady will be
very comforted to hear that.

You know, extortion on this scale
could cost somebody about years.

It would sure be a shame to waste
this bodybuilding program.

Look, Mannix, I've got a lot of
live ones out there to worry about.

So, if you came here
to lean on me...

you did.

Oh, not lean. Learn.

School's out.

Careful going home.

Mr. Mannix?
Yes.

Billy Moss said you wanted
to talk to me.

Ah, you're Jaycie.

He said you were asking
about Mr. Brady.

Yeah, did you know him?

Just as a customer.

It was awful, how it happened,
wasn't it?

How it happened?

I mean, for something to go wrong
over the ocean like that.

Oh.

Chris Allison tells me
that Brady was an excellent pilot.

Do you know Chris?

Yeah, I met him today.

Here?
No, in LA

Where in LA.?

He was with Mrs. Brady.

Oh. The merry widow.

You, uh, don't like her?

Do I have to?

Well, I understand
they were very old friends.

She's probably very glad
to have him around right now.

I'll bet she is.

Hmm.

Tell me,
did Chris leave the club

at the same time
Victor Brady did the other night?

Well, soon after.
He had business in LA.

He goes back and forth a lot?

Last couple of weeks.

He has more shirts there than here.

Well, you can keep in touch
with the laundry.

I've got a feeling he should
be back very soon.

Is, uh-ls she pretty?

Mrs. Brady?

Well, on a scale from one to ten,
I'd say she's about, uh...

a niner.

Why?

Oh, nothing.

It's just, if you're a widow,
I guess it's easier if you're pretty.

Rich and pretty.

Hmm.

Mannix?

I've got some medical advice for you.
For your health.

Get on a plane, get back to L.A,,

and stay there.

I suppose this prescription
came straight from Dr. Conforti.

No. Dr. Luger!

You're lucky.
This time you only lost a souvenir.

You can tell Conforti I'll be back.

Meantime--
work on your manners, huh?

Chris Allison is a licensed instructor,

multi-engine piston aircraft.

Also runs a licensed aircraft service.

So, all tracks end at the river, huh?

Now, someone tries to k*ll Victor Brady
and they must think they succeeded.

Only his wife and best friend
know he's alive.

Victor Brady is trying to get
his hands on enough money

to pay off a gambling debt.

The only thing--
if they decide to k*ll him

just to show some of their high-rollers
what happens to welchers,

he's really in a box
and doesn't know it.

If Victor Brady turns up
with a bundle of money to pay off,

they'd have to k*ll him anyway.

Otherwise, he'd have an attempted
m*rder rap to hold over them.

Which means Mr. Brady
should stay hidden.

Which means I'd better find him

before some stoolie spots him
and sells him out for the price of a fix.

Where are you going?

To see the merry widow.

The merry widow.

Hello?

Hi, Eve.

Victor, where are you?

Never mind that.

If I want to stay alive,
I've got to stay out of sight.

Have you heard
from the insurance company?

I need that money, Eve.
These guys mean business.

Why are you stalling?

Do you want to see me dead?
Is that it?

Why must you always be
so dramatic?

Victor, please, where are you?

You've got to let me know.

Just listen, Eve.

You never were any good at listening.

I want you to get the money today.

And after I've paid off--

Well, I'll worry about
how to square myself

with the insurance company then.

But I don't know if I can.

For Pete's sake, do something for me
once in your life.

I need that money now.

And I'm not going to die twice for it.

What about me?
What will happen to me?

You get me that money,

and you'll go right on living.
That's something!

I'll call you at :

and tell you where I want
the money delivered.

And no police,
no third parties for once, huh?

Let's keep my death in the family.

You can't do this.
You have responsibilities.

If not to me,
at least to your business.

Is the insurance money enough?

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But he owes almost all of it.

Mrs. Brady, I'm not sure
your husband's safe,

with or without the money.

Do you have it?

I picked up the check this afternoon,
but I didn't cash it.

I was afraid.

Don't worry. I'll make the drop.

I'll follow him,
find out where he's staying,

and try and talk him out
of this whole thing.

The rest is up to you.

But the money--| don't have it.

Well, he doesn't know that.

I'll just fill a suitcase
with yesterday's newspapers.

It's simple, inexpensive.

And maybe not quite that simple.

What do you mean?

How well do you
and your husband get along?

Really, I think that's--

I mean, how glad will he be
to see you when the time comes?

We get along
as well as any married couple

who have nothing but money
between them.

Why?

What you don't know can hurt you
in my business.

Now.

Hello?

You got the money, baby?

I told you,
don't play games with me, Eve.

I saw you coming from the bank.

Yes, I've got the money. Where?

Just listen. Go to the zoo.

: tonight.
Go to the side entrance.

Go to the Twin Peaks.

Set the money
on the far north picnic table...

and leave. Got that?

Twin Peaks. All right.

Brady!

Lieutenant, I told the police
everything I know last night,

when your witch doctor
was patching me up.

Let's take it again.

This time, really try
and make me believe it, all right?

Hey, I'm the one who got sh*t.

Why don't you look
for the guy who did it?

Look, I'm playing ball.
I've got nothing to hide,

otherwise I wouldn't have come
here with Mannix, would [?

I'm having an awful lot of trouble

understanding what
you were doing in a zoo.

I love animals.

What, is that a crime?

Four hours after
the zoo was closed?

I like night owls.

You're a regular barrel
of monkeys, aren't you.

You've got no idea who might have
taken a sh*t at you.

Maybe a big game hunter, huh?

Yes, may I help you?

Maybe.

I'm Mr. Conforti.
I'm here to see Mr. Mannix.

If you'd just be patient, |--

Joe--
Mr. Conforti.

Have a nice flight?

You said it was a matter
of life and death.

Six inches lower and to the right,
it could have been.

See for yourself.

Lieutenant Malcolm, Mr. Conforti.

I understand
this man works for you.

He did.
What do you mean, did?

I fired him.

Oh, come off it, Conforti.
You say "jump", he says "how high?"

We can settle this in a minute.
Can I use your phone?

Yeah, sure. Right over there.

If you press the button on the right,
we can all hear the conversation.

Mr. Conforti's office.

Jake?

Right. Is that you, boss?

Jake, who did I fire yesterday?

Oh, you mean Pete Ricardo.
What, did you forget?

No, I didn't forget.

Why did I fire him, Jake?

Trying to use muscle on Mr. Mannix.

You were mad about that, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Thank you.

Well, as I was saying,

if Pete here has got himself
into some kind of trouble, I'm sorry.

But it's got nothing to do with me.

Good day, Mr. Mannix.

Lieutenant.

How about me?

You can go.

Oh, stick around town.

I may want to brighten my day
by talking to you again.

Just find the guy
who took a sh*t at me, that's all.

Joe, why don't you make me happy

and tell me what you know
about this?

I know so little, Art,
it would amaze you.

I'm working on a case.

Not that baloney about protecting
your client's confidences.

In thick slices.

Peggy, if you ever decide
to go straight, give me a call.

I get the feeling that this isn't
exactly the winning locker room.

Did you find out anything?

Well, you were right
about Chris Allison.

The police know more about him
than the Navy does.

What have they got?

He left a job in Cleveland
four years ago.

At the same time, $, left.

No proof, no prosecution.

Before that, he was charged with
disposing of an airplane he didn't own.

Made restitution.

His latest part-time work--

He was picked up for smuggling
marijuana across the border.

Dismissed for lack of evidence.

Well, now,
what do you know about that?

I know all about that, Mr. Mannix.

You mean, Chris Allison told you?

Victor told me.

He said that Chris always had
a talent for getting into trouble.

Not of his own making.

Some people are like that, you know--
trouble-prone.

Mrs. Brady, I don't how much longer
you can keep this from the police.

A man was sh*t last night.

Do you think someone
was following Victor?

Could be.

He might have spotted me
when I left the briefcase...

and b*at your husband to it,
then got sh*t for being first.

You mean Victor sh*t that man?

It's a definite possibility.

Then he'd really k*ll for the money.

It's been done for less, believe me.

Don't quit now.

Hello?

There was no money
in the briefcase, Eve.

If you've got any idea
of keeping it for yourself,

it could be a very fatal mistake.

Victor, I--

What are you trying to do to me?

I'm going to give you
one more chance.

No fooling around, baby.

Next time,
the money had better be there.

They're trying to k*ll me, understand?

I'll call you tomorrow.

I wonder how he knew that.

What?

There was no money in the briefcase.

If he sh*t Pete Ricardo...

he didn't get near the briefcase.

Thanks for calling, Art.

Yeah,, I thought you'd want
to see this, Joe.

That's an airplane?

Bits and pieces, that's all.

It's all that's left of Brady's plane.

Mm-hmm.
Left and right of it, to be exact.

We have here on our metallograph
sections of those pieces.

This is part of the right starboard
section of the fuselage,

just aft of the luggage compartment.

It turned up about a mile
off State Beach.

Was it found floating?

Caught on a large torn portion
of cushion, strangely enough.

Hmm. Yet, not so strangely,
when I think of it.

And not so far away,

a somewhat larger section
of the fuselage.

The left side.

Can you tell by this
if the plane was badly b*rned?

The only burning that occurred
in this aircraft

was of that extremely rapid variety
that we often refer to as an expl*si*n.

The plane was blown up

by the detonation of a rather heavy
charge of expl*sives,

commonly known as a b*mb.

Joe, I bought those dolls
for my niece's birthday.

It's my therapy hour.

Now, here we have the merry widow,

Chris Allison, and me.

Now, we three know
that there is no money in the briefcase.

Briefcase.

Way over here in Las Vegas
is Mr. Conforti

and his living doll, Pete Ricardo.

Oh, and this is the zoo.

If you say so.

Now, Victor Brady is supposed to be
waiting at the zoo for the money.

I take the briefcase and go to the zoo,

and leave the briefcase.

Mr. Pete Ricardo, who loves animals,

goes to the zoo at night,
opens the briefcase,

and Victor Brady sh**t him
and runs.

Now, that makes four of us that know

that there was no money
in the briefcase,

but the fourth one is not Victor Brady.

And if this is Victor Brady,

he couldn't possibly have seen
that there was no money in the briefcase.

Every time I put the pieces together,
it's the wrong puzzle.

Maybe there are two puzzles.

Oh, come on, Peggy--

Wait a minute.

That's got to be it--two puzzles.

The question is, where is the missing
piece that puts them together?

There's the little doll.

I'm going to have to
have a talk with you.

Who's that?

There's one in every kit, Peggy--

The woman scorned.

Frankly, I don't care if he winds up

at the bottom of the ocean
with Victor Brady.

Chris didn't show up last night.

Or the night before.

All his big talk about big money.

Said we'd have enough
to get out of this place.

You two, uh, had plans?

Well, that shows you
how wrong you can be.

Something happen recently?

Like strangers.

And as far as I'm concerned,
the stranger the better.

Chris had a big iron in the fire, huh?

Oh, he's talked like this before,

but this time he sounded like
he almost had his hands on it.

Like a quarter of a million dollars?

Well, even he wouldn't
make up one that big.

How much, then?

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Any idea where it was coming from?

The moon-who knows?

Listen, I've bailed him out of jail,

I've loaned him money.

But this time I'm through.

I know where he's been.

"Rich and pretty" is what you said,
and that's all it would take.

Thanks, Jaycie--

For helping put together
puzzle number one.

The bar.

Somebody asking for Joe Mannix.

Oh, down there.

But, uh, hold it up
for a few moments.

If you see Chris,
tell him not to bother coming back.

Mr. Mannix? Telephone.

You can take it
at the other end of the bar.

Yeah, thanks.

Hello?

Mr. Mannix? Eve Brady.

Mrs. Brady, anything wrong?

I want you off this case, Mr. Mannix.

Did you hear me?

I'm listening.

I've talked to Victor,
and we've decided it's the best way.

Send me your bill.

And keep out of
this whole thing... please.

Are you sure you don't want me
to deliver the money for you?

As I told you on the phone,
Mr. Mannix, I Won't be needing you.

Not needed, not wanted?
I feel very bad about that.

I appreciate what you've tried to do.

I've been fired before,

but usually because I found out
more than I was hired to.

I have just decided
to let Victor have the money.

Oh. "Here's your
quarter of a million dollars, Victor.

"See you around."
Is that the way it's supposed to be?

He needs it to save his life.

About which you couldn't care less.

How crass men become
when their ego is crushed.

Besides, you could have
gotten him k*lled.

A briefcase full of old newspapers--
that was your idea.

How do you know
you'll ever see him again

once you've given him the money?

Very frankly, I hope I never do.

What happens to you?

I've been a widow
for almost a week now.

I rather like it.

Besides, who's to know?

I know, for one.

You must tell someone
about it sometime.

Sounds like a fantastic story.

What about Allison?
Chris?

Oh, yeah, you remember Chris.

He's going to be disappointed,
isn't he?

About $, worth.

I know it's your job
to be mysterious, Mr. Mannix,

but as I said before--
your job is over.

You're working on your own time now.

Oh, well I couldn't afford that,
not in my bracket.

I'll send you a bill.

Nice going, honey.

He's dangerous.
Forget it.

Victor wants us to bring him the money,
so we'll bring him the money.

What will you say to him?

I'll tell him you were
too frightened to come.

He'll buy that.

I suppose you'll have
to have the money.

He'll be suspicious a second time.

Well, I'll even let him count it,
if he wants to.

That way he'll be busy
while I get the job done.

You said you'd get
the job done before.

You said the plane would blow up,
and that would be it. It wasn't.

You said you'd k*ll him at the zoo.
You didn't.

Can I trust you this time?

You got a choice?

If you don't come back,
I've got no choice.

And you won't like it one bit.

To mutual trust.

Uh, Victor?

Victor!

Victor, are you here?

Who is it?

You kidding, Vic?

It's me-Chris.

Stay where you are, Chris.

Right there.

Where's Eve?

She was supposed
to bring the money.

Uh, well,
she was afraid to come, Vic.

You can't blame her for being afraid.

Have you got the money?

Yeah, right here.

I counted it myself.

No kidding.

What's your cut, Chris?

You serious, Vic?

Look, uh,
do you want me to open it?

I don't think
that'll be necessary, Chris.

You're going to lose out either way.

My people lost Allison
at an intersection.

Traffic's bad all over.

One thing, though--
your hunch paid off.

We staked out the widow's house.

I figured Allison would show up.
It was payday.

You know,
I've only got your say-so, Joe.

Do you really believe
that she hired Allison

to blow up her husband's plane?

Yeah, and when she thought
that didn't work,

she wouldn't pay off
until he completed the job.

She needed you, huh?

As a bird dog to find her husband
and give Allison another cr*ck at him.

Well, I'll pick her up.

What if she doesn't talk.

I mean, I can't book her
for being poor, you know.

With Allison dead, a quarter of
a million dollars still missing?

And don't forget, she thinks her husband
may be gunning for her now.

You've got guilt and fear
on your side, Art.

Put her through a wringer.
She'll come apart like a $ shirt.

You're not an altogether
nice person, Joe.

What about the money?

I think I'll ask Victor Brady for it.

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Ohh, yeah!

Keep them cards and letters
coming, folks.

Yeah, I gotta--
I gotta give up drinking,

or get my knees half-soled--
one or the other there.

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Thank you.

Thank you very much

Now, folks, it's request time.

This is the time
you yell out your favorites.

So, anybody you want to hear,
just name them out.

DO WC. Fields!

Suffering Sciatica!

Women are like elephants to me--

I like to look at them,
but I wouldn't want to own one.

Any other requests?

Yeah, do Liberace.

Carol Channing!
No, Liberace!

Uh, thank you
very much, ladies and gentlemen.

You know, a lot of people ask me

why it is that I smile so much,
you know?

Well, it isn't
that I'm particularly happy.

It's just that I wear chinchilla shorts,
and they tickle.

Ed Sullivan!

Do Ed Sullivan!

How--How much time
have we got left here on the show, hmm?

Have we got time to bring on
the stuffed turkey?

How about the crippled ducks
or the dead bear?

Or the humped camel
or any of that other junk?

Did you all enjoy our show tonight?

Thank you so, so much.

Any other requests?

Do Victor Brady!

Hi, Eve, baby--

Hey, is this some kind of joke?

No, go on. Do Victor Brady, Billy.
You can do it.

Come on, you can do it.
Let's hear you do Victor Brady.

Hey, come on. A joke's a joke.

It's no joke, Billy.

Go on. Do Victor Brady.

I can't, man.

Sure you can.

He was a big spender here.
You knew him well.

Every inflection, right, Billy?

Go on, do Victor Brady.

Mannix, you don't understand.

It wasn't my idea.

Do him, Billy.

Let's hear how good you are.
Let's hear you do Victor Brady.

Believe me, it'll go easier on you.

Do it, Billy!

Hi, Eve, baby.

Nice day for a funeral.

For Pete's sake, Eve,
do something for me once in your life.

I need the money now.

And I'm not going to die twice--

Take it easy, Billy.
There's a doctor on his way.

If he doesn't get here soon,

give his seat to somebody else.

How'd you know, Mannix?

You were just too good, Billy.

When I found out
Victor Brady had to be dead,

I knew you were
the only one good enough

that could bring him
back to life again.

A reputation like that can...

k*ll you.

Conforti made me.

He wanted the money
any way he could get it.

That's why he sh*t Chris Allison.

I owed him a bundle.

It's the only other game in town.

Said he would wipe the slate clean,

give me a lifetime contract.

Give me a lifetime contract.

That's a laugh.

I think I'll use it.

Take it easy.

Tell me for sure, Mannix--

I——

I was pretty good, wasn't |?

You were never better, Billy.