- Joe Mannix: Mr. Sloan?
- Harry Sloan: Yeah.
- Joe Mannix: I'm Joe Mannix. Peggy Fair is my secretary. She's a friend of your boy in there. How is he?
- Harry Sloan: They don't know yet. I'm going to get the guy who did this, you can count on it. Peggy Fair - Al's friend - she works for a private cop. Would that be you?
- Joe Mannix: That's right. Any idea who did it?
- Harry Sloan: I got more than an idea. Jake Coryell.
- Joe Mannix: How does Coryell figure into this?
- Harry Sloan: Find out for me, Mannix. I'll make it worth your while.
- Joe Mannix: Now look, if you have any evidence, you better talk to the police.
- Harry Sloan: [pointing at his heart] The evidence is sitting right here like a stone.
- Joe Mannix: You'll have to do better than that, Mr. Sloan. Hunches belong at race tracks.
- Harry Sloan: Look, if I spill this to the cops, the boxing commission will get to it. I got a license to worry about.
- Joe Mannix: Are you telling me Coryell fixed the fight?
- Harry Sloan: They tried, that's all, so help me. I can't go running to the boxing commission every time somebody stops me in the locker room. So I didn't tell them.
- Joe Mannix: Well, tell me.
- Harry Sloan: Now, listen, Coryell wanted Al to take a dive. Now, he's got to be kidding. That boy's going to the top in a year, two at the most. You saw the fight, he's a winner.
- Joe Mannix: I'd say so.
- Harry Sloan: I told Coryell no dice a week ago. I told him right off, Al's not going to take any dive for nobody. No, I told him, flat out.
- Joe Mannix: And you don't think Coryell took no for an answer?
- Harry Sloan: You saw what happened. Coryell tried to fix the fight himself.
- Doctor: [walks out of the operating room] Mr. Sloan?
- Harry Sloan: Yeah.
- Doctor: He's lost a lot of blood, but the wound isn't critical. He was lucky.
- Harry Sloan: Will he fight again?
- Doctor: Well, it's a little too early to say if he was that lucky.
- [walks back into the operating room]
- Harry Sloan: Mannix, how about it?
- Joe Mannix: I'll see what I can find out.
- Joe Mannix: Hello, Trask.
- [Trask doesn't respond]
- Joe Mannix: I'm talking to you, Trask. Better answer. Bartender thinks I'm talking to myself, he won't serve me.
- Emmett Trask: Bug off, Mannix. I'm expecting somebody.
- Joe Mannix: Thought you might be expecting me.
- Emmett Trask: You I can do without.
- Joe Mannix: Where were you last night?
- Emmett Trask: [hesitates to answer] At a prayer meeting. Where else?
- Joe Mannix: You better come up with a straight answer, Trask, or I'm going to kick that machine out from under you, and you can pray that I don't break you in half before you hit the floor.
- Emmett Trask: Look, Mannix, I'm having a business meeting here in a minute, and you're going to louse it up.
- Joe Mannix: Somebody took a shot at me last night, Trask.
- Emmett Trask: Good for somebody.
- Joe Mannix: The day you were sentenced, you put me first on a list of people to pay back. Remember?
- Emmett Trask: So I popped off in court. So what? Look, Mannix, I got bigger things cooking than trying to get even with you. I don't care whether you live or die. Believe me.
- Joe Mannix: What kind of big things?
- [some men enter the bar]
- Emmett Trask: Get lost.