She's got a bullet in her. Mrs. Keyes has been shot.
Jess, how and when did you get shot, Mrs. Keyes?
There has to be some mistake because I've never been shot.
I'd say she was shot from directly in front, at a distance of three or four feet.
And she must know who shot her. I'm not going to have an operation.
Loris had an attack. She's unconscious. I've given permission for the operation.
I want this whole investigation to stay under wraps. Her life may depend on it.
They're going to have to h tempt right here the last four or five days.
Then we can look and Nico take care of the wound.
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And if I can to those reactions can be motivated by interpretation and
Yeah.
Good morning.
Hey, I bought that new blend of coffee you wanted.
Mm-hmm.
Did you hear what happened last night?
It seems a UFO landed in Candlestick Park
right in the middle of the ballgame.
The creatures inside must have thought it was an airfield.
They ruined a double play, and now the game is being protested.
I'll be back around 3.
I'm driving down to Santa Cruz.
Santa Cruz?
Yes, giving a lecture at the college.
You want me to drive you?
No need.
Mm-hmm.
Good morning.
You, uh, get those lab reports last night?
Yeah. Where you going?
Santa Cruz.
Who's driving you?
I'm driving me.
I can drive you.
Now, up the wall.
Besides, I'm sure you have plenty to do around here.
Oh, Fran, I heard that game on the radio.
What those creatures really did was to shoot down a fly ball.
They thought it was a missile.
Chau.
Okay, how many fingers do you see?
One.
Good.
How is the lady?
We don't know yet.
Your eyes look clear.
Everything seems to be in working order.
But I want to keep you here for a little while.
Is that necessary?
I want some x-rays.
And to make sure I'd like you under observation for at least 24 hours,
just in case you might have had a concussion.
I have to be in Santa Cruz.
I know you're a busy man, Chief.
We all are.
But it's for your protection.
If you prefer, we'll call in your own physician.
Oh, let's get on with it.
Sit tight.
Several cuts, contusions, abrasions.
No sign of broken bones, though.
You have a blood count taken?
Normal. Shows no anemia.
Mrs. Keyes, I'm Dr. Furness.
You've been in an accident.
You're in a hospital.
You're all right.
They're taking care of you.
Is there anyone you'd like us to call?
Your husband?
My husband?
But he...
he's out of town.
Where?
Phoenix.
Could you give us a phone number, an address?
Desert Riviera.
Desert Riviera. Is that a hotel?
We'll get in touch with him.
In the meantime...
Doctor.
Doctor, I think...
I must have had a heart attack.
I was driving along, and then I got this pain.
Pick up an EKG and enzymes right away.
Your x-rays look fine. Nothing broken.
Unfortunately, your x-rays won't show up a concussion.
How are you feeling? Any headaches?
No.
Nausea?
I am feeling fine, Doctor.
How many?
22.
No double vision, frankly.
I'm too hard-headed to have a concussion.
Well, let's just make sure of it, okay?
Meanwhile, if you want to move around a bit, use your wheels.
How's Mrs. Keyes?
She's coming along nicely. Her electrocardiogram is normal.
And it wasn't a heart attack?
We don't know yet.
Would you like something to read?
I'll send the nurse in with some magazines.
Thank you.
Oh, Doctor, if I'm going to be your reluctant guest for the night...
what can I expect for dinner? How's the cuisine here?
Oh, average hospital food, I'd say.
As bad as that.
Doctor Furness, can I see you for a minute?
On second thought, maybe Chief Ironside should know about this.
We missed something when we examined Mrs. Keyes.
Take a look at this film.
She's got a bullet in her. Mrs. Keyes has been shot.
Shot?
Well, the bullet showed up very clearly on our x-ray film.
But...that's impossible.
I mean, surely if somebody had shot me while I was driving...
I would have noticed it.
Not necessarily. In any case, this is an old wound.
Certainly nothing that happened within the last few hours.
Just how and when did you get shot, Mrs. Keyes?
There has to be some mistake because I've never been shot.
You know, it's bad enough having an accident...
but wouldn't you know if it were my luck I'd have to run into a policeman?
I'm really sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
Now think about it. Have you ever gone hunting?
Perhaps with your husband?
Never. Look, they've probably just gotten the x-rays mixed up.
There's been no mix-up, Mrs. Keyes. We've checked and rechecked.
Well, it has to be something like that.
Mrs. Keyes, you do have a bullet in you.
It's lodged in the myocardium.
That's very close to the heart.
The bullet must have shifted while you were driving.
That's what brought on the attack.
And it could shift again, and that could be very serious.
It's got to come out.
This is really wild.
Can you imagine being shot and not knowing it?
Circumstances would have to be very special.
I suppose I get to keep the bullet as a souvenir.
I'm afraid not.
But surely I could wear it around my neck as a good luck charm.
By law, any bullet we remove has to be turned over to the police.
Unless you prefer someone else, we have an excellent surgeon on staff, Dr. Bernstein.
Shall I ask him to talk to you?
Oh, uh, sure, fine.
I think we should operate first thing in the morning.
Good luck, Mrs. Keyes. I'm sure you're going to be fine.
I hope so.
How, uh, dangerous is the operation?
Not as dangerous as leaving that bullet intact.
Was there any evidence of powder burns?
There were distinct powder burn scars.
What's your best judgment on the distance and angle?
I'd say she was shot from directly in front, at a distance of three or four feet.
Then she must know who shot her.
It would seem so.
Flight 264 from Phoenix now arriving at Gate 12.
Mercy Hospital, please.
You, uh, shouldn't have been driving. That just isn't necessary.
I can take you anywhere you want.
No, Mark, you're no longer my driver. You're a police officer.
And I drive very well.
Yeah, you landed in the hospital.
It was my fault.
As I told you on the phone, they're keeping me here only as a precaution.
They want to make sure he doesn't have a concussion.
Which I think is very wise.
All right, now that you're all here, what's been happening?
Any developments in the Brunel case?
Still checking.
Mark?
I got a lead on a kid who might have seen it.
Then I won't keep you.
Hey, I just came here.
I don't need any hand-holding, tea, sympathy or chicken soup.
Check with you later.
Make it a good deal later, will you? I have some work to do.
Oh, Fran, you better stay. I'll need you.
Sure.
I'll, um, check on the van, find out what needs to be done to it.
Thank you.
Take it easy.
Thank you.
Bye.
How was your lunch, Chief?
I told them you were a VIP.
Uh-huh. That explains the salt.
The member of my staff, Officer Belding, Dr. Furness.
How do you do?
Hello.
Chief, I don't think you're going to get that bullet after all.
Mrs. Keyes has suddenly decided she doesn't want surgery.
Does she give any reason?
She just says that she's scared.
Have you reached her husband?
He's with her now. I just left him.
He's doing his best, but she seems to be adamant.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Look, you had a heart attack. That's not exactly a sleeping dog.
Knock, knock, knock.
May I lead you in?
Please do.
Dan, this is the unfortunate man that I ran into.
Chief Einstein, this is my husband.
This is Officer Fran Belding.
Sit down, Officer.
Hello.
Chief, I'm so glad you came by.
I've been thinking back, trying to figure out what happened,
and I do recall something.
I was just telling Dan about it.
What was that?
Well, we have a daughter, Tress.
She's 11, and she just loves to go to the beach.
She has an enormous collection of seashells.
And this particular time, you were in the sea,
and this particular time, you were out of town, Dan.
We packed up a lunch.
Just when was that?
Oh, let's see, it was about, um...
It was about two years ago.
Anyway, Tress went on off down the beach to look for shells,
and I stayed behind, and I was unpacking the lunch,
and there were some boys, and they were...
they were shouting and yelling up on a bluff behind us,
and something hit me.
I thought one of them threw a rock at me.
You know how kids are. They're just horsing around.
You didn't hear a shot?
Well, I can't remember one,
but it's possible that one of those boys was playing with a gun.
Anyway, I had a first-aid kid in the car,
so I put a bandage on the wound,
and when it healed, I forgot about it.
I still don't understand why you didn't tell me about it.
Well, Dan, in the first place,
I didn't know I'd been shot,
and in the second place,
you didn't get back home for a couple of months.
Well, the important thing now is to get that bullet out of you.
Your husband's right in his game.
I'm not gonna have any operation. I'm all healed and I'm fine.
Now, that's nonsense, Laura, and you know it.
Could we discuss it later?
There's nothing to discuss. It's got to come out.
Dan, please.
Brian, we'll be on our way.
I hope you're not gonna make this into some kind of a police matter.
You were shot, Mrs. Keyes.
Probably by accident,
and there's no possible way to identify those boys now.
The bullet might give us some lead.
But I'm not going to have an operation.
I will not consent to an operation.
That's my decision to make, isn't it?
Yes.
It's your life, your decision.
Well, Fran?
She's not very good at lying.
That bullet made a hole.
There would have been no way for her to think she was hit by a rock.
The question is, why is she lying?
Could she have tried to kill herself and then tried to cover it up?
It's a possibility.
It would have been very unnatural to hold the gun three feet away.
Dan, we did a little checking.
Officially?
There's evidence of an attempted murder and obstructing justice.
Apart from that, she could have killed almost anyone on the street yesterday, including me.
I want to know why.
Officially.
We're ready to leave.
Looks like an emergency.
This is Keyes Road.
Loris had an attack.
She's unconscious.
I've given permission for the operation.
I'm sorry.
You stay here.
When they remove that bullet, get it right over to Ballistics.
What's taking them so long?
They must be having problems.
Not necessarily.
Hey, Malcolm, get the other bleeder.
Right.
The carbon dioxide level is rising.
Okay.
Let's make it quick.
How do these things happen?
It's so crazy.
Here I am in Phoenix.
I think everything's just fine.
And then it's out of the blue.
What kind of work were you doing in Phoenix, Mr. Keyes?
I was putting a new radio station on the air.
You're an engineer?
Yeah.
You had no idea that your wife had ever been shot?
It was out of the blue.
Strangest thing that ever happened.
Yes, it is.
Very strange.
Officer Sanger, telephone.
Thank you.
Hello.
Mark, how's it going?
No news yet, Chief.
He's still on the table.
All right, Mark, keep in touch.
Just a minute.
Looks like she made it.
Yep, it's okay, Chief.
Here's what you've been waiting for.
Looks like a.22 caliber.
It's definitely a match, Chief.
The image to the right is a bullet taken from Mrs. Keyes.
Fine, will you get Dr. Furness on the phone, please?
All right, what's the story?
The other bullet was taken from a murder victim named Carlos Ortega.
Ortega?
Mexican-American, 38, murdered about two years ago.
The case is still unsolved.
Yeah, they found him in an alley.
It looked like a robbery murder.
It's all I got for you, Chief.
Thanks, we'll dig up his file.
Dr. Furness.
Hello, Doctor.
How's Mrs. Keyes?
I'm glad to hear that.
Is she up to having visitors?
Yes, it is.
Most urgent.
Oh, jeez.
Tan, is the watch from the antiques tour?
Well, I guess I can recognize a hint when I see it staring me in the face.
Do you like it, Mama?
Tan, it's too expensive.
No, don't talk nonsense.
No, really?
No, don't. No arguments. You deserve it.
No, I don't deserve anything.
All right.
But if I keep it, I promise you two,
I'm gonna give you a hamburger every night for a month.
Well, in that case, maybe we better take it back.
Just try.
Look, at the time, Tress, you're gonna be late for your dancing lesson.
Well, I can skip that, Mama.
Never mind.
I hope you feel better, Mommy.
Goodbye.
See you later, darling.
Well, hello, young lady.
Hi.
How's your wife, Miss Keyes?
Well, she's fine.
I was just taking Tress to her dancing lesson.
We won't keep you.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Keyes.
They tell me you're doing famously.
I guess I was just silly holding onto that bullet.
There's a box of candy over there.
Oh, no, thank you.
Chief Arnzhard?
Oh, no, thank you.
Mrs. Keyes,
did you ever know a man named Carlos Ortega?
Carlos Ortega?
No.
Why? I should have known him.
Well, you do have something in common with him.
You were both shot with the same gun.
Only Carlos Ortega did not recover.
It's one of our unsolved murders.
I never heard of any Carlos Ortega.
All right.
All right, I'll accept that.
What I won't accept is that you don't know who shot you.
Your story of a stray bullet and a picnic on the beach just won't hold up.
Are you saying that a lot?
Mrs. Keyes,
there were powder burn scars around your wound.
Obviously, you were shot at close range by someone standing directly in front of you.
I don't want to answer any more of your questions.
I've told you everything that I know,
and I wish that you would both please go now.
I think it would be wise for you to trust us, Mrs. Keyes.
Trust you?
Aren't you the one that's been calling me a liar?
Fran,
leave Mrs. Keyes on one of our cards.
Ortega was just a rank-and-file member of the Union up to that time,
but apparently he was able to gather quite a group around him.
An opposition faction, is that it?
Exactly.
They were able to depose Bill McCracken and all the other officers of Local 183.
That could be a pretty good motive for murder.
How'd the election go?
Once Ortega was out of the picture, the opposition just fell apart.
McCracken was re-elected, as usual.
All right, stay on that. Let's see McCracken, if necessary.
Well, something smells good.
It was stew. We finished it.
Well, thanks a lot.
Well, Mark?
Daniel Keyes is an upstanding citizen and a credit to the community.
He has a spotless record, a loving wife,
a daughter, a two-story house, a dog, a cat, and a very impressive income.
All his trips out of town?
Apparently strictly business.
He's a consulting radio engineer.
And the night Ortega was murdered, what night was that at?
June 4th.
Yeah. Two years ago, from May 3rd to July 26th,
he was in Indian Rock, Arizona, putting a radio station on the air.
But on June 4th, he could have easily taken a quick trip into San Francisco,
unless he can prove otherwise.
You think it's her husband?
Why not?
All right, then.
Why was he so anxious to have that bullet taken out?
Because her life was in danger.
Fran, tomorrow when you check out Laura Keyes,
don't neglect her career in real estate.
All right.
I want this whole investigation to stay under wraps.
Her life may depend on it.
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Are you warm enough, Miss Belding, or would you like to go below?
Oh, no, thank you.
I'm fine.
Well, let's see, uh, what can I tell you?
Laura Keyes.
Fabulous lady.
And it's not that she's attractive, she's, uh, she's also very bright.
How long did she sell houses for you, Mr. Purcell?
About a year, maybe longer.
Why, what's wrong?
When did she stop working for you?
Oh, uh, a little over a year.
Perhaps more.
You know, I'll never understand why Laura quit.
Maybe you can explain.
She had the exclusive agency rights to, uh, Sea View estates up in Marin County.
You know what that means to a real estate broker, Miss Belding?
I guess it's a pretty good setup.
It's a gold mine.
What reason did she give you for quitting?
She said, uh, she wanted to spend more time with her, uh, husband and her little girl.
And you didn't buy that?
Well, at the time, I really couldn't see it, but, uh, it is true that she's very devoted
to her family.
Listen, is Laura in some kind of trouble?
Because if she is, I'd like to help.
Was she ever in trouble while she worked for you?
Oh, no, no, no.
Not that I ever heard of.
Did she ever have any business differences with you, Mr. Purcell?
Oh, no, no.
We got along great.
You know, you haven't told me what this is all about.
Just one more question.
Is Sea View Estates still doing well?
Yes, we're still building on the property and we're still selling houses.
Uh, Miss Belding, uh, it strikes me that, uh, I've been answering all your questions
while you've been, uh, sidestepping mine.
That's right, Mr. Purcell.
Well, what's it got to do with my union?
Listen, I'm in the middle of important negotiations.
I don't need any more headaches, not over some guy who's dead and buried years ago.
We understand Carlos Ortega was a very active member of Local 183.
Yeah, he was an active member, all right.
He was an active troublemaker.
You find one in every union.
You know what was bugging him?
He was after my job.
He wanted to be president of the local.
You're darn right.
You see, a lot of people think I have a cushy spot here.
They don't figure how many hours I put in or what you got to know to deal with these
touchy situations.
Believe me.
Ortega was running on a reform ticket, wasn't he?
Sure.
He had a whole lot of phony issues, tried to get the guys stirred up.
Well, what else could he do?
He had to run on some kind of platform.
The membership by it?
Are you kidding?
What do you take those guys for?
They're not so stupid.
They know what's good for them.
They never got the chance to make that choice, did they?
Ortega was murdered before that election came up.
Yeah.
But it had nothing to do with the election.
I'll tell you what happened to him.
He got a snoot full one night.
He staggered down an alley, and some two-bit junkie knocked him over for the price of a
fix.
It's as simple as that.
Now, that's absolutely all I can tell you.
If you will excuse me, like I told you, I'm up to my eyeballs in important negotiations.
I don't mean to be rude.
Thank you for your time, Mr. McCracken.
I always believe in cooperating, especially with the law.
Suzy, get in here.
Mama, Mama!
Are you the detective?
That's right.
Mama, Mama!
Is Ortega?
I'm Sergeant Brown.
Yes, you're the one who phoned.
Well, come in.
Thank you.
You can stay outside until I call you, okay?
Okay?
Come in, please.
Mind talking in the kitchen?
I'm fixing lunch.
That'll be fine.
Thought the police were giving up trying to find Carlos Killer.
We never quite give up.
I'm glad to hear that.
Someday I'm going to have to tell my kids just what their father died for.
Are you managing all right?
Well, it's not easy.
There's a mortgage on this place, taxes going up all the time, but I've taken in a couple
of boarders.
Students from the university, and that helps them.
And I've been promised a part-time job next month.
What about the union?
Don't they have a fund to help out?
Sure.
If they're right, I should be getting a pension.
Know what I'm getting?
A lot of double talk.
If they can keep it, I'm not going to go begging that Bill McCracken for one thin dime.
I guess you can tell I'm not exactly a fan of his.
Why is that, Mrs. Ortiga?
I've heard this theory about Carlos staggering down Somali.
He's been handing it out for two years now.
Look, Carlos may not be a teetotaler, but he wasn't a drunk.
Did your husband have any enemies?
Of course he had enemies.
I wouldn't give you a nickel for a man who didn't.
Look, Carlos had strong opinions, strong principles.
That doesn't always make you too popular.
I guess we're talking now about his union activities.
That's how life was as family, as we were in his union.
I guess that's why he fought so hard against McCracken and his club.
He used to say there was nothing wrong with Local 183.
The record file members were great guys.
It's just that a few small crooks took control.
But he didn't have any real proof, did he?
At least we never came up with anything.
Well, there would have been plenty of proof for Carlos upon the election.
The first thing he was going to do was have an audit made of the pension fund.
What about the men who backed him?
Didn't they carry on the fight?
Few of them tried.
But after Carlos was married, some of them got scared.
Some got discouraged.
Some of them got their heads broken.
Look, you can't really blame them.
They have wives and kids to think about.
I'm a good example of that.
Now then, Ms. Ortega, isn't Local 183 required to send out a financial report to its membership?
Yeah, they send it out twice a year.
Would you happen to have one handy?
I'm afraid not.
They don't send it to me.
You could get one through the union office.
I'd rather not deliver it to the union.
You understand?
Sure.
Listen, there's a friend of Carlos who might have a copy I could get for you.
I'd appreciate that very much.
And as soon as possible, please.
Sure.
Thank you.
Just doesn't figure.
Fran, what about Purcell?
Oh, he was very cooperative.
Is it all my questions?
A real charmer.
You have reservations?
Well, all the time I was there, I kept wondering where I'd seen his face before.
So I spent the afternoon going over mugshots.
And?
Our friend Purcell is none other than Charles Morantz.
Well, what's Charlie Morantz doing selling real estate on the West Coast?
That's just what I was wondering.
You don't suppose he's gone legitimate?
More likely he's fronting for the mob.
He puts on a great act.
Never been short of that kind of talent.
Mr. Smooth, until somebody ripples the waters.
You remember that time in Miami, he held a gun to that councilman's head and had him crawling on his hands and knees around the pool?
Mr. Morantz has a temper, but it obviously hasn't interfered with his real estate work.
When precisely did Laura Keyes stop working for?
May two years ago.
Hey, Chief, take a look at this.
You'll find it interesting.
Oh, this guy.
He came from the department.
Could have come from the hospital, Chief. As a matter of fact, it probably did.
All right, Frank, get to the hospital fast.
I want you to stay with Mrs. Keyes now.
Don't let her out of your sight.
Any left for me?
No, but we did get the union financial report from Mrs. Ortega.
Ironside.
Yes, Frank.
Laura Keyes was dismissed from the hospital at 10 o'clock this morning.
She's been sent home.
Get over to her house.
Stay with her.
Right.
Interesting.
Yes, isn't it?
I think we're ready to make a couple of arrests.
Mrs. Keyes?
Yes.
I'd like to make a delivery.
That's beautiful.
Who sent it?
I don't know.
Yeah, I'd like to keep it outside.
Hey, could you put it over here?
Right.
It's really beautiful.
May I talk with you, Mrs. Keyes?
Come in.
But I won't be alone.
My husband's going to be back here in a couple of hours.
He and Tress went to pick up my mother, and she's coming over here to help out.
Mrs. Keyes, you don't seem to understand.
You're in danger.
In danger from what?
I've been trying to explain.
The story's in the newspaper.
They've made a connection between the two bullets.
You're a threat to whoever killed Ortega.
You can identify him.
I have told you and told you.
I can't identify anyone.
I don't know anything.
I don't know why you won't believe me.
Mrs. Keyes, it makes no difference what I believe.
I'm here to protect you.
Miss Billing, is there any law that permits you to be here against my wishes?
No.
But I think you'd be making a big mistake to send me away.
Well, Miss Billing, that's just going to have to be my mistake.
Thank you.
But goodbye.
Well, that's the way you want it.
Goodbye, Mrs. Keyes.
Chief.
Hello, Mrs. Keyes.
Chief, I was just telling Miss Billing I really don't need any protection.
Well, I'm not here to argue the point.
What is it this time? Is it more questions?
This time I thought I'd try a few answers.
I've already told you what happened.
Are we really supposed to believe that story about a stray bullet?
Really?
On June 4th, two years ago, Carlos Ortega was murdered.
Now, there are two interesting things about that murder.
One, he was challenging the leadership of his union.
Two, he was killed with the same gun with which you were wounded.
I already told you, and it's the truth.
I have never laid eyes on, nor have I ever heard of anyone named Carlos Ortega.
Just about the time you abruptly quit your well-paying job,
Ortega was proposing to have the union pension fund audited.
It never happened because he was murdered.
If it had happened, something very interesting might have come to light.
One of the supposedly legitimate investments of that pension fund is Sea View Estates.
It's all here in the annual statement.
And although Sea View Estates seems a very prosperous venture,
none of its profits are going into the union pension fund.
The money's being siphoned off.
Only two men could have arranged that.
One named Bill McCracken, one named Mike Purcell.
Which one shot you?
I nominate Purcell.
Those are your answers, not mine.
You never heard any of that from me.
Mrs. Keyes, were you in love with Mike Purcell?
Your husband was out of town a great deal.
I suppose you were lonely.
That's absurd!
I had a child to raise, I had a career that's very demanding,
I had friends, I had activities, I...
It's always lonesome.
There isn't any excuse.
I still don't know how I could have been so stupid.
Suppose you tell us what really happened.
I went out to dinner with him a couple of times.
He was charming.
He didn't pressure me at all at first.
So I decided I'd take a chance.
I got away with it, so I took another one and another one,
and before I knew it, I was having an affair.
You met my husband, Dan.
Well, Dan's a very honest man.
And I just felt cheap.
And I couldn't take it, so that's when I broke off with Mike.
Did you know about his underworld connections?
Not at first, but I began to wonder about all those phone calls
and mysterious meetings.
Did you question him about that?
No.
I mean, he was charming, but he was a little bit of a jerk.
I mean, he was charming, but he had a violent temper.
I mean, one time he almost killed a parking lot attendant,
and then he gave the boy $50 and acted like nothing happened.
How did he take it when you broke off with him?
That's when it all happened.
It was awful.
We were in his apartment.
When did you put that back on?
Oh, Dan's back. He would have noticed.
You said he wasn't coming back for another week.
He changed his plans.
Mm-hmm.
Well, it was you who didn't want to wear it when you were with me.
I really have to go.
Okay, okay.
But I'm sure you got a couple more minutes.
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
Everything.
I lied to you. Dan's not back.
I...
I can't do it anymore, Mike.
Hey, wait a minute.
Take it easy. Let's talk about it.
Sit down. Come on. Sit down. Talk about it.
Mike, there's nothing to talk about.
It's my fault, not yours. I let my...
I wanted to get involved, but it's just a terrible mistake.
It was no mistake.
You've got no life with your husband. There's nothing there.
You were dead until you met me.
I was foolish and stupid, and I didn't appreciate anything that I had.
You had nothing.
Mike, I want to go.
Oh, Laura, listen. Marriage and all that sort of stuff is old-fashioned.
Nobody treats it seriously anymore. Everybody cheats.
I bet your husband cheats.
No.
What do you think he's doing on those cold nights when he's away?
What, is he some kind of saint? I just know him.
Well, he knows you?
Laura, I don't like it when my girl walks out on me.
I'm sorry.
I won't let you do it, baby.
Mike, there's not one thing that you can do to stop me.
Are you going to quit your job and give up all that money?
That's right.
Come on, now. Hey, all right. All right.
You want to break it off? You got this need to feel guilty?
All right. All right. We'll break it off.
There's no reason you can't keep working for me.
That's business.
Business?
Mike, I don't think that's a terrific idea.
Why, do you think I'll keep trying?
Yes.
Listen, I'll kill you before I let you leave here. You understand?
Mike, it's over. It's over.
I'm not kidding.
You're going to shoot me?
You try leaving here. Try walking out that door.
Nobody does this to me. You understand? Nobody.
Try it.
Come on.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What have I done?
Honey. Honey, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please.
I just couldn't let you go, honey. Please forgive me.
My daughter is expecting me and hoping that I'll be okay.
I'm not going to leave you alone with me at home.
Okay. Okay. Okay. I'll get you a doctor.
Easy. Just take it easy.
I'm fine, honey.
Then a doctor came and had me brought to his office.
I found out that he worked with the syndicate so there wouldn't be any report.
But he was afraid to take the bullet out.
He wanted me to leave it in and patch me up.
And I agreed to that. I didn't want to go to the hospital.
I just wanted to go home.
I'll get it, Mrs. Keyes.
We just got a phone call in the van.
I picked up my crack and my bricella's taken off.
All right. Thank you.
Can you really protect me?
I'll take care of it, Mrs. Keyes.
The only sure way is to convict Bricella of murder.
To do that, we'd need your testimony.
You'd have to go before the grand jury.
What am I going to say to Dan?
I'm sorry.
Check the corridor.
Down!
Stairs, over here.
You all right?
I think so.
Get her outside from this way.
Open.
Open. Hey!
It's all right.
Nobody was hurt.
He's on his way to the jail hospital, Mrs. Keyes.
He won't be troubling anybody anymore.
You're free now, honey.
You'll also be glad to hear that Bill McCracken is going to plead guilty.
Just got the news from the D.A.
How do you feel, Mrs. Keyes?
Are you up to testifying now, or would you like me to try to get it postponed?
No, no. I want to go ahead with it.
All right. Let me see if they're ready for you.
Dan, there's something that we have to talk about.
I don't think so.
Yeah. About Purcell and me.
You haven't asked a single question since it all came out.
It wasn't necessary.
Well, I think that you have to know how it happened.
I know how it happened.
You knew about us?
I didn't know that he shot you, but I knew everything else.
When two people have been as close as we have, it's not easy to hide things, is it?
You never said anything.
What was I to say?
I waited for you to make a choice, and you chose. You stayed with me. That's all that matters.
No.
My chapter's closed.
They're waiting for you, Miss Keyes.