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- You sure it was him?

- It was him.

- Tall? Big man?

- I know him, Mal.

- You didn't tell him anything?

- I didn't tell him anything.

Would I tell him anything?

You're sure you told him nothing?

This says I didn't.

- Then why didn't he kill you?

- He killed the car.

You didn't give him something?

- A name?

- I told him you were in Frisco.

Smart boy.

Just don't hold out on me.

You can trust me, Mal.

You had him and you let him go.

Find him again.

- Find him?

- I don't care how you do it. Just do it.

- Mal, come on.

- Shut up.

Now, you find him.

And you finish him.

How are you, Sandy?

Walker, are you still alive?

Are you?

Where's Chris?

She's off tonight.

Write down her address for me, huh?

Thought I'd see you.

Why?

Some guy. Asking for you.

Is there another way out of this joint?

Back of the stage.

Sandra, see you around, huh?

Do come.

Walker?

Where's Reese?

You're supposed to be dead.

Lynne said so.

She's dead.

Lynne?

- You?

- No. Her.

- Those.

- I'm not sleeping.

I heard you're running with Reese.

Well, you heard wrong.

Does he want you?

- Sure he does.

- Do you want him?

He makes my flesh crawl.

I want him.

You were always the best thing

about Lynne.

Why don't you want him?

I don't want any of them.

I was going with a guy.

Owned a club, jazz club...

Yeah, the Movie House.

It was different then.

It was a good jazz club.

The Organization wanted to...

become his partner.

- And?

- And, he...

killed him.

I run it. I run the club now.

Oh, boy! Do I pay.

You know, I loved him.

Why?

Pay?

Got to make a living.

The Organization?

And Mal Reese.

What do you want from me?

Reese.

He owes me money.

Lynne and money.

You fix your face.

I've got an extra room,

you can stay here if you want to.

Reese.

I'll get him for you.

- Well?

- Nothing.

I got guys out all night looking for him.

Not a sign of him.

Everything humanly possible, Mal.

- See you at noon.

- You...

Don't get lost.

Yes, Mr. Carter.

You can go in now, Mr. Reese.

The usual formalities, Mr. Reese.

Nice and high.

There you go.

Three copies to them

and two up to Santa Barbara.

Three copies to Santa Barbara?

I said two.

What the hell

are you fooling around with now?

There's a lot at stake, Mr. Carter.

That's why I came to you.

- That's why I must...

- Must? There's no must about it.

I'd be grateful for anything you could do.

You're trouble. I've always thought so.

I was against taking you back in,

but I was overruled.

Wherever you go, trouble finds you out.

I certainly would appreciate

anything you could do for me.

What's his name?

Walker.

What's his first name?

He never called himself anything but that.

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