"Good morning, Mr. Phelps." "This is James Reed, a systems analyst with the Baltimore Corporation." "He will arrive 48 hours from now at the Weapons Test Center to conduct an authorized survey of that facility." "Reed is a foreign agent." "His objective is to obtain the electronic guidance system of our latest missiles now being tested." "His contact at the naval facility is Doris Gordon, a civilian secretary." "Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to allow Reed to steal a bogus guidance system in place of the real one, thereby short-stopping enemy weapons development in this vital field." "This tape will self-destruct in five seconds." "Good luck, Jim." "Miss Gordon?" "Yes." "Pardon me, but you look familiar." "Don't you have an aunt who lives near Danbury?" "Yes." "What a coincidence you should know her." "But she's only a second cousin." "Is Willard in?" "Yes, he's in." "He won't give us any trouble." "I've had him under my thumb for about six months now." "Would you like to meet him?" "Good morning, Commander." "Miss Gordon, you're under arrest." "Arrest?" "What-what do you mean?" "You're terminated." "Go with this gentleman." "I'm not going with anybody." "There's nothing against me." "What have I done?" "The charge will be espionage." "Miss Gordon?" "Is something the matter?" "Commander, what's going on?" "!" "Bob, please go back in your office." "Commander, I'd like an explanation." "Well?" "Mr. Willard, we know that you have a family, a wife, a son and daughter." "We also know that for the last six months you've been deeply involved with your secretary." "You were being set up for a blackmail attempt." "She was a part of the plan." "You've been reassigned." "You and your family will leave at once." "He's made all the arrangements." "He'll give you a hand." "As of right now, Willard and myself are the only ones who can get into the lab." "It will be adjusted for your palm print this afternoon." "Gentlemen." "Thank you." "This is the key element to the guidance control unit." "This... is our replacement." "Mm-hmm." "Now..." "These are our schematics." "They'll replace the real ones in your file." "Now, Washington wants Reed to have both." "If we can convince him that they're the genuine article and let him copy them, we can set their research back five years." "You think Reed is handling the assignment by himself?" "No, I doubt it, but we don't know who's helping him yet." "The way I understand it, your plan calls for you to substitute yourself for Willard." "Yes." "Reed has never seen either Willard or Doris Gordon." "But once they have the guidance system, won't they kill you to keep your mouth shut?" "They certainly will if they can." "Five o'clock." "Good night, Doris." "Good night, Mr. Willard." "Trouble, huh, Miss?" "Trouble." "Well, let's just see what we can do to help." "It's the, uh, condenser, Miss." "Well, can you replace it?" "Oh, yeah." "I-I'll give you a temporary one, and then if you come back some time, oh... uh, tomorrow," "I'll have the one they make for this model car." "Okay." "Marlene." "That'll hold you, Miss." "Okay." "See you tomorrow." "Hey, I'm going to town." "Pardon me, but you look familiar." "Do you have an aunt who lives near Danbury?" "Yes." "What a coincidence you should know her." "But she's only a second cousin." "Well, Miss Gordon, Doris, how are things going at the Test Center?" "If you mean Willard, he won't be any trouble." "We've had a relationship for over six months now." "His kids are the only thing that keep him from divorcing his wife." "Um-hmm." "I'm to report there tomorrow morning." "We've got to work fast." "I won't hold you up." "These are from Willard to me when I was in Washington." "You've been having quite a romance, haven't you?" "I think I've done a good job." "Yes, that's what worries me-- maybe too good." "He might not be very concerned about protecting his wife from scandal." "I told you-- he'd sell his soul to protect his children." "How about some dinner?" "Yes, thank you." "My dad explained everything to me, sir." "I'd be glad to help." "We appreciate it, Bobby, more than you know." "Come in." "This is Mr. Reed." "You wanted to see him when he arrived." "Yes, of course." "Good morning, Mr. Reed." "Bob Willard." "Well, Mr. Willard, how are you?" "Commander Wardman." "Mr." "Reed." "Commander." "Come to show us how to do it better, have you?" "Well, maybe you can." "Excuse me." "Yes." "See you later, Bill." "This is my son Bobby." "Bobby, this is Mr. Reed." "How do you do, sir?" "Well, how are you, Bobby?" "It's nice to meet you." "We've got sort of a Little League out at the base here." "The boys come out from town." "Well, I think that's just fine." "You ought to see this guy play shortstop." "He's something terrific." "And, you know, he knows the game as well as he plays it." "One of these days, I wouldn't be surprised to see him turn out as a Big League manager." "Come on, Dad." "I'm not kidding you, Bobby." "We got work to do;" "you've got a game to play." "See ya." "Don't swing at any bad balls, son." "Well, what a nice boy he is." "Yeah." "Thank you." "Him... his sister..." "It's really what it's all about, Mr. Reed." "Oh." "I think Miss Gordon has all the data organized and ready for you, so you can go to work, and if there's anything further I can do..." "Well, fine." "I'll call on you." "Miss Gordon, shall we?" "Thank you, sir." "Bye." "You're quite right about Willard and his sentimentality." "I think he'd do anything to protect his children." "Then all you have to do is threaten him with the letters." "Letters are rather sloppy." "One can always cry forgery." "No, I much prefer pictures." "That'll take a little planning." "Hmm, I've already done that planning." "Miss Gordon, you and I are now neighbors." "And you get him to your apartment this evening." "I'll try." "Trying isn't quite good enough." "All right." "Paris?" "Yes, Jim." "He bought the empty apartment." "Have Barney and Willie cover the building." "Maybe they can pick up on Reed's accomplice." "Good." "You stay with Dana." "Reed's dangerous." "Right, Jim." "Hi, miss." "I've got that condenser for you." "Good." "She's been backfiring again." "Hi." "Hello." "I'm glad you came back." "Get that, will you?" "Sure." "See you." "How much?" "Buck, 75." "Keep the change." "Thanks." "Microphone." "Doris?" "Hey, that was practically an SOS that you left on my desk." "Honey, what is it?" "What's the matter?" "Maybe I shouldn't have..." "Why here?" "I'm sorry, Bob, but it was the only place" "I could think of on your way home." "You know I can't see you tonight." "It's Claire's birthday." "There's a party." "Please don't be angry with me, Bob." "Oh, honey," "I could never be angry with you." "Now, tell me, what's the problem." "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten panicky." "I heard this afternoon..." "rumors, grapevine..." "Reed..." "Mr. Reed... is sort of a first move against you." "Washington may transfer you." "Is that all?" "Aw, honey, that's nonsense." "Nonsense!" "It's office talk." "I know what Washington thinks about me." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I'm positive." "Oh, Bob, I wouldn't know what to do without you." "You'll never have to." "Oh, Doris, it's..." "it's late already." "I've got to leave." "Make one set of prints and a copy of the tape." "Who is it?" "Doris." "Come on in." "This is Mr. Farrell." "How did it look?" "Oh, fine, fine." "It'll do fine." "There's just one thing that worries me." "Willard is spineless." "He's liable to talk afterward." "They'll know you have the guidance system." "Oh, no, He won't talk." "He's going to have a fatal accident." "I told Jim I'd call him after they both left." "Would you like some coffee?" "Okay." "Come now, Willard." "It'll all be very quick and painless." "Where did you get these?" "Does that really matter?" "The fact is that I've got them, and you have access to that laboratory." "I can't do it." "I cannot do that." "Willard, all I need is 15 minutes with the guidance unit, and back it goes with no one the wiser." "It's treason." "Don't you understand that?" "Is it treason?" "Or is it just part of an international game that all those countries play?" "A game." "Don't you know that you're asking me to betray everything I've ever believed in in my life?" "Let's go." "I can't." "I can't do it." "Willard, you have no other choice." "Yes, I have one other choice." "Suicide?" "That won't help your children, or what they think of you." "Willard, there's no way that you can protect those children except by cooperating with me." "All right." "Good." "Good, now the schedule shows that it'll be clear of personnel at 3:00." "It will be secure until Monday morning." "Is that correct?" "Yes." "I want the pictures." "And I want the negatives now." "Unfortunately the negatives are still at the photo lab where I had those processed." "But after the job is done, you can pick them up." "Come on now..." "Now, Willard, they'll be in your pocket at 4:00 this afternoon." "Willie!" "Willie!" "Willie!" "Willie, it's a firetrap." "Hold on, Barney!" "Willie!" "Reed, the negatives... if they're not at that photo lab, in you're double-crossing me, you can... you can hold that over me for the rest of my life." "Well, you can always blow the whistle on me." "You know I work for the baltimore Corporation." "Willard." "Yes, Commander." "Jim, his plan is to firetrap you inside the lab where the pictures are developed." "If it hadn't been for Willie," "I would have taken your place just now." "I-I see, Commander." "I understand." "The way I see it, he'll find some excuse to send you here." "Well, that's right." "I-I guess we'll just have to follow orders then." "Right." "Now Willie's gone after my equipment." "We'll set up an escape for you through the rear wall." "Yes, that's right, sir." "How much time do we have?" "Well, I'll be tied up here at the base until about, uh... about 3:15." "Just a minute, sir." "Now you know the schedule." "I have some business in town, but I'll be back here promptly at 3:00 p.m." "And don't worry, Willard, at 4:00, it'll all be behind you." "Barney." "Yes, Jim." "The firetrap worries me." "There'd be questions about what Willard's doing in a place like that." "You think that Reed could find a better way." "Any sign of anything else?" "Not so far." "All we can do is go ahead and set up your escape." "Right." "Right, Jim." "He's here right now." "Yeah, I'll see what I can find out." "Miss Gordon, things are going very, very well." "The pictures had the desired effect." "The accident-- what are you planning?" "A firetrap in the photo lab where I'm going to send him to pick up the negatives of the pictures." "Finding his body in a photo-lab where he really has no business might raise questions." "You're right." "The photo lab is a backup in case the primary method fails." "I think the thing I'm most relieved about is that I'll finally be getting Willard out of my love life." "I hope you have something that won't fail." "Yes, I do." "As you know, on the road from the base to the town, there's a hairpin turn with a sheer drop on one side." "Well, this will transmit two signals-- the first will destroy his brakes and the second will jam his steering linkage." "And that's all." "Hmm." "Miss Gordon." "Jim, your hunch was right." "The photo lab's only a backup." "Reed does have another plan to kill you." "He's going to..." "Dana?" "Miss Gordon?" "Jim, something's wrong." "She's not here." "Well, I talked to her less than a minute ago." "She said I was right about Reed." "That he did have another plan to kill me and then she was cut off." "There's been a struggle here, Jim." "Maybe Reed saw through her cover." "Either that or he planned to kill her all along." "I don't think it was him." "Dana would have had to have called you while Reed and his man were still downstairs." "You've got to find her, Paris." "All right, Jim." "I think I've got a small lead." "What about you?" "I have to play out the string with Reed." "No matter how he plans to kill me, our mission faiIs unless he thinks he's killed me." "Go ahead, Paris." "Barney, I need you." "Somebody's taken Dana." "We don't know who." "Keep Willie there and meet me at Duke's Garage," "Valley Road and Tenth." "Right away." "It's great to have you back, Marlene." "Look, he's just been working for me for a couple of weeks here." "He lives someplace in town." "Do you have his address?" "Nope." "Look, I don't know if this will help you, but he has some of his personal things back there in his chest." "You say he went to town about noon?" "Yeah." "I let him off Saturday afternoons." "Should be plenty of fingerprints." "We can go back to the way it was before, can't we, Marlene?" "You know I never meant nothing I said." "And I didn't mean to hurt you." "You know I never wanted to do that." "I know you didn't, Johnny." "Remember how it used to be?" "We had lots of good times, didn't we?" "You sure were a great dancer." "Johnny..." "Hmm?" "If I'm going to stay with you, well, I had a date with my girlfriend..." "So what?" "Well, I better call her, and tell her that..." "No!" "Why not?" "I just want to tell her I won't be able to see her tonight." "No, that's the way it always is-- always talking to somebody else." "A girlfriend?" "Was that a girlfriend I caught you talking to?" "We was going to be married." "I even set the date, right?" "I even bought you a ring, right?" "Johnny..." "Johnny..." "I was really a good cook, wasn't I?" "The best." "Johnny..." "Aren't you a little hungry?" "Just a little?" "I could always go for your French fries and hamburgers." "And a beer." "You go get the hamburgers and potatoes." "I'll get it ready, Johnny." "Go on, Johnny." "Come in." "It's 3:00, Mr. Willard." "It's time we go." "You'll have to help me." "Uh, undo that latch." "Over here." "Dismantle it." "I want to photograph the elements separately." "I want the schematics, too." "Barney." "Ether." "Dailey's Pharmacy." "950 Center Street." "I'll have the local police develop these." "Maybe we can get a make on him." "I'll meet you at the pharmacy." "Can't you hurry it up?" "Few more pages, we'll be finished." "You're pretty, Marlene." "You always were pretty." "You'll always be pretty to me." "What's holding up the fries?" "They'll be ready in a minute." "John Hecker." "John Hecker." "Don't go back more than a couple of months." "I-I wouldn't bother with them, young man." "Prescriptions sometimes get misplaced." "Paris, we got a make on the fingerprints." "John Hecker, alias John Davis." "Escaped State Mental Hospital September the 4th." "Psychotic, homicidal." "MO:" "Ether." "Relax, Willard, we're finished." "We can go now." "What about the negatives?" "There's no problem." "I told you, they're in the photo lab in town." "Well, when do I get them?" "Right now." "I'll go into town with you." "Who's he?" "Don't you worry;" "you can trust me." "Now, follow behind us." "We'll take you to the photo lab." "How do you like your hamburgers?" "Well done." "Marlene, you shouldn't have called that guy the last time." "Maybe I didn't even enter that one." "It might be in there." "Mr. Dailey, please." "Willie." "Yes, Jim." "I'm on my way." "All finished here." "Any news on Dana?" "Not yet." "They're gonna have to make their first move somewhere between here and the photo lab." "Jim, you don't even know what to look for." "Can't help it, Willie." "You stay there and report anything that happens." "I hope that Paris and Barney find Dana in time." "The curve is coming up." "Get up some speed." "Here it is!" "938 Mill Street." "Why... why, that's almost next door." "See, I told you that..." "Would you like a taste?" "Emergency." "Give me mobile KG-12788." "Yes?" "Jim, they've rigged your car." "You're gonna lose control." "Jim?" "Jim!" "Is Jim all right?" "I reached him." "I hope it was in time." "I hope it was in time."