"One thing about you, Pete, you're just like clockwork." "Anything doing?" "Quiet as a grave." "How's Phyllis?" "Coming along fine." "Having a ball in the hospital." "Says it's the first time she's had her feet up since we got married." "Who's looking after the kids?" "Her mother, who else?" "I tell you, I can hardly wait until July 1st rolls around." "(First guard, on tape) You don't like overtime pay?" "(Pete, on tape) I like my bed better" "That's 'cause you're a bachelor" "Could be." "Well same time tomorrow night, huh?" "Yeah." "Good night, Pete." "(Woman, on tape) I'm very sorry." "(Man, on tape) My business is wiped out." "and you're 'very sorry." "(Woman) You're wiped out every week." "Why do you expect me to get excited about it?" "(Man #2) I came here to talk it over" "(Man #3) And you've had your answer" "(Man #2) Do you realize what you're doing?" "(Man #3) I'm not a complete moron." "I know what's been going on." "(First man) All right, then, if this is the way you want it." "(SCUFFLING)" "(PUNCH)" "(PUNCHES)" "(BODY FALLS, GLASS BREAKS)" "♪ (THEME) ♪" "Mannix s5e17 The Sound Of Murder" "Good morning." "Hi." "Big night?" "There's a lady here to see you." "Marcia Inman." "What's it about?" "Her husband's missing." "Come on, Peggy, you know those cases drive me right up the wall." "Wait till you see the lady." "Mr. Mannix will see you, Mrs. Inman." "Thank you." "Hello." "Mrs. Inman?" "Yes." "Uh, please sit down." "Thank you." "Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Inman?" "No, thank you." "Well, uh, my secretary tells me your husband has disappeared." "Yes." "I don't really know where to begin." "Where do you live?" "We live in Cleveland." "My husband's head of Darrel Inman Incorporated." "They make optical equipment" "Binoculars, telescopes, microscopes, things of that sort." "He came out here just over a week ago to inspect the L.A. office." "He was only supposed to be gone 48 hours." "Uh, did he call you at all?" "No." "He's usually very considerate about letting me know where he is." "But this time, when I didn't hear from him," "I thought he just got wrapped up in the local problems." "When I phoned the hotel, they said he checked out after two days, exactly as planned." "So, uh, he's been out of touch for about five days." "Does the local office in Los Angeles have any idea where he might be?" "Philip Lomax.. he's the manager-- he says that as far as he knows," "Darrel intended to go straight back to Cleveland." "Mrs. Inman, have you been to the police?" "No." "No, I haven't." "You see, uh..." "I found this in my husband's desk." "I thought if he's involved, the less publicity, the better." "Do you know who she is?" "No." "Whenever Darrel gets involved, I try to pretend it simply isn't happening." "Normally I wouldn't have done anything about it, but since he's missing, it's the only clue I have." "Hmm." "Do you have a picture of your husband?" "Not with me, but I have sent for one." "Can you describe him for me?" "Well, he's-- he's about your height, dark brown hair, medium build." "His eyes are" "His eyes are very sensitive to the light." "He wears tinted glasses." "Well, that ought to do for a start." "I'll go to work on it." "Where can I reach you?" "At the Fieldmont." "We always stay there." "All right, if I come up with anything, I'll give you a call." "Thank you, Mr. Mannix." "Bye, Mrs. Inman." "Uh, Peggy, check the Fieldmont Hotel." "Find out the dates Darrel Inman stayed there." "Oh, and see if he rented a car." "Speaking of car rentals, Larry Watson's paint shop called." "Your car will be ready tomorrow." "Uh, good." "I thought these cases drove you up the wall." "Yeah, except in this case, one of the clues happens to be very fascinating." "Well, do you know her, Mr. Lomax?" "What makes you think I might?" "You work for Darrel Inman." "You're probably more familiar with what he does in Los Angeles than his wife is." "She lives over there." "Big building." "Any particular apartment?" "Try the twelfth floor, the one with the spruce trees and the yellow bar." "That's exactly how it started." "We were testing that telescope-- it's a prototype of our new model-- and the young lady came out on the terrace in a bikini." "That was all Darrel needed." "How long has this been going on?" "A couple of months." "I don't know what he's gotten himself mixed up in." "What's her name?" "Clarissa Colburn." "But I doubt that she'll be home for an hour or two." "She runs a boutique in Beverly Hills." "(DOORBELL CHIMES)" "Miss Colburn?" "Yes." "My name is Joe Mannix." "I'm a private investigator." "How very exciting for you." "May I come in?" "If you care to take the risk." "I believe you know a man called Darrel Inman." "Then you believe wrong, darling." "Oh, well, Mr. Inman's business associate says you know him very well." "Then he's just as wrong as you are, pet." "Are you sure?" "Fairly sure." "Of course, I meet all sorts of people in the strangest places." "But to the best of my recollection, I've never set eyes on your Mr. Inman." "Well, I'm sorry." "I guess there's been a mistake." "But not a disaster, by any means." "A pleasure, Miss Colburn." "Sweetie." "A marvelous animal like you ought to be able to find a better way to earn a living than peeping through keyholes." "I'll think about it." "Joe Mannix." "Blunder back any time when you're off duty." "Just what are you getting me into?" "(KNOCKING)" "(SIREN)" "(DOOR OPENS)" "Dan." "What were you doing here, Joe?" "I was trying to find him for his wife." "I just phoned her." "Know how it happened?" "No, but it must've happened awfully fast." "I spotted him in that window from down below." "By the time I got up here, he was dead." "See anyone leaving in a hurry?" "I didn't see anyone." "Didn't hear anyone." "(Detective) Lieutenant" "Mrs. Inman, I'm terribly sorry." "It happened before I could do anything." "Lieutenant Ives, Mrs. Inman." "Mrs. Inman, I'm afraid you're going to have to identify him for us." "That's not my husband." "I never saw that man before in my life." "I can't understand how all this happened." "Apparently, I followed the wrong man." "But you will keep looking for my husband?" "Of course." "Lieutenant, I found this tape under the bureau." "All right, get it to the lab." "Have them run off a couple of copies." "Know anything about Barry Gates, Joe?" "No." "But I think I know someone who does." "Recognize him?" "Who is he?" "Barry Gates." "Any idea why he was killed?" "When was the last time you saw him?" "Tonight at 10:00." "Did he say where he was going when he left your apartment?" "No." "Did he mention anyone he was going to meet?" "No." "What kind of business was he in?" "Why, he never really said." "He traveled a lot, I know that." "For what company?" "I never asked him." "Yet you'd known him for several weeks." "Lieutenant" "I was having an affair with him." "I wasn't checking his credit rating." "Uh, Dan, couldn't this wait until morning?" "I don't see why not." "We're getting nowhere fast tonight." "The officer will take you home, Miss Colburn." "(Guard) One thing about you, Pete, you're just like clockwork." "Anything doing?" "Quiet as a grave." "How's Phyllis?" "Coming along fine." "Having a ball in the hospital." "Says it's the first time she's had her feet up since we got married." "Who's looking after the kids?" "Her mother who else?" "I tell you, I can hardly wait until July 1st rolls around." "You don't like overtime pay?" "I like my bed better" "That's 'cause you're a bachelor" "Could be." "Well same time tomorrow night, huh?" "Yeah." "Good night, Pete." "Mean anything to you?" "Nothing beyond what the words say." "July 1st." "Something's going to happen July 1st, maybe." "Yeah, and that's tomorrow." "Yeah and there's more." "Get this." "(Woman) You dropped $25, 000." "I'm very sorry." "(Man) My business is wiped out, and you're 'very sorry." "You're wiped out every week." "How do you expect me to get excited about it?" "(Man #2) Hi, Pete." "(Man) Hi." "Hey, how's Phyllis?" "Hold it, Dan." "Back up to the woman's last speech." "What'd you hear?" "I'm not sure." "...every week." "How do you expect me to get excited about it?" "There." "There's a splice in that tape." "Something's been edited out." "You're wiped out every week." "How do you expect me to get excited about it?" "There." "...me to get excited about it?" "There." "Get me the lab." "Kenny?" "Dan Ives." "Check that master tape." "We think something might have been cut out." "Footage counter reads 329." "This may not help, but it's worth a shot." "Want to hear the rest of this?" "I'd like a copy of the whole thing, if it's all right." "Sure, you got any ideas?" "I see." "Any idea how much was cut out?" "All right, do what you can." "Something was definitely cut out at that point." "Hmm." "Well, Gates was up to something, that's for sure." "What do you got on him?" "He had a yellow sheet a yard long." "He was a private investigator once." "Specialized in divorce cases, surveillance, skip tracing, that sort of stuff." "Then he drifted into crime." "Bunco, extortion, but no association with the organized rackets." "Never involved in anything big enough to justify killing him." "Gambling debts?" "Well, if he had any, they were all settled up a few days ago." "Oh?" "He opened a safe deposit box at the Westland Bank." "$3,000 and he bought a new car." "Cash on the line." "Uh, well, what about the girl, Dan?" "She doesn't exactly seem his type." "Clarissa Colburn." "British subject." "Granted Resident Alien Status November '69." "No criminal record." "Owns the Bedford Boutique in Beverly Hills." "Where was she when I found Gates' body?" "Restaurant at the beach." "Party of six." "Why?" "Think she had something to do with it, Joe?" "No, not directly." "(DOORBELL CHIMES)" "Yes?" "Is Miss Colburn at home?" "She's not well." "The doctor is with her." "Who are you?" "My name is Mannix." "Oh, yes." "She told me about last night." "How do you fit into all this, Mr. Mannix?" "I found Gates' body." "I saw him leave this apartment." "I followed him." "Why?" "I thought he was someone else." "(DOOR CLOSES) How is she, Doctor?" "She suffered a severe emotional shock." "I gave her something to calm her down." "She ought to be all right in the morning." "Thank you." "Good night." "Good night." "Is there anything else, Mr. Mannix?" "Would you mind telling me a little about Miss Colburn?" "I'd rather you asked her yourself." "A man's been murdered." "She may be implicated." "You're not serious." "She's already admitted to having an affair with Barry Gates." "Someone killed him." "That tends to implicate her." "What would you like to know about her?" "What would you like to tell me?" "She was a top model in England." "A few years ago, she came to the States to work for a friend of mine in New York." "Got mixed up with a married man." "It blew up." "She came out here to get over it." "She stayed with us, and my wife and I became very fond of her." "I gave her the money to open a boutique in Beverly Hills." "She's got a real flair for fashion, and she's an extremely capable businesswoman." "Did you know about her affair with Barry Gates?" "My association with Clarissa is strictly business." "What she does with her private life is up to her." "Would it surprise you to know that there was room in her private life for a man with a police record?" "Gates?" "I wasn't aware of it, no." "I'm not particularly surprised." "Since the thing in New York went on the rocks, she hasn't been what I'd call selective." "There are a lot of men in her life?" "I don't keep a record, Mr. Mannix." "But you've met some of them?" "From time to time." "Does the name Darrel Inman mean anything to you?" "Inman?" "No, I don't think so." "This, uh, was found among Inman's effects." "His effects?" "Is he dead too?" "We're not sure." "Would you have any idea why he'd have that photograph?" "Not the slightest." "I told you, Mr. Mannix, Clarissa hasn't been too selective recently." "She'll take comfort and reassurance from any man who offers it." "I see." "Well, thank you, Mr. Bailey." "You've been very helpful." "If there's anything you can do, Mr. Mannix, to keep her out of it, I'd be most grateful." "She's so very vulnerable." ""Darling, I'm so sorry it had to end this way." ""Please try to forgive me." "Dell."" "That's what I call him." "I insisted she come to see you at once, Mr. Mannix." "This is your husband's handwriting?" "Yes." "It was mailed from here." "My housekeeper forwarded it to me from Cleveland." "What does "it had to end this way" signify to you?" "You may find this hard to believe, Mr. Mannix, but my husband enjoys being married." "He's not the sort to throw it away on a casual affair." "He likes having a secure base to come home to." "Well, the only other alternative is suicide." "Was he ill?" "No." "What about the business?" "Better every year." "Was there anything unusual about his behavior the last time you saw him?" "Well, yes he seemed tense, on edge." "But I thought he was just tired." "Did he say where he was going when he left you?" "Back to Cleveland, I assumed." "But I do remember that just before he left, he said that he wished he could spend a couple of days on his own just fishing." "If he had decided to go fishing, is there any particular place he might have chosen?" "Yes." "Santa Barbara." "We used to go there a lot." "Well, could you give me something more specific, uh, the name of a hotel?" "We always stayed at the New Sailor's Inn." "Good." "All right, I'll, uh, take a run up there, see what I can find." "Mr. Mannix, you don't think that Dell's" "Now, don't anticipate anything, Mrs. Inman." "Let me get some facts first." "Thanks." "What did you get at the Fieldmont Hotel?" "The Security Officer at the Fieldmont confirms the dates that Inman stayed there." "He checked out around noon, Sunday the 24th." "Oh, and he did rent a car, Joe." "The company says he hasn't returned it yet, but they're not worried about it because it's on his credit card." "Run a check on Inman's company, Peggy." "I want the whole picture-- stock ownership, net worth." "accounts receivable, everything." "While you're going where?" "Fishing." "(GROAN)" "Thank you, nurse." "I have to hand it to you, Joe." "When you wipe out a car, you not only do it in style, you do it with a loaner." "Naturally." "Any idea who drove you off the road?" "Only two people knew I was going to Santa Barbara-- my client Marcia Inman and her husband's manager Philip Lomax." "If she's a client, what's the motive?" "Well, let's just say she was using me as a bird dog to get to Barry Gates." "Then she had him murdered." "But then why would she want to kill you?" "I'm not sure, but maybe I was getting too close to something, so she and Lomax rented a truck and tried to kill me." "Well, now, that's a good theory, but it won't wash." "Why not?" "When they left here, someone telescoped the rear end of their car." "At 3:00, while you were being run off a cliff, they were at the corner of Third and Fairfax giving the police their statement." "Well, they could have deliberately caused that accident to cover themselves, then hired somebody to drive the truck." "That's possible." "But unlikely." "And another thing.. they couldn't be involved in Gates' murder." "Why not?" "Because when he was killed, Philip Lomax was flying back from Seattle." "And Mrs. Inman was in the hotel." "If that's true, then who tried to kill me?" "I'm in homicide, Joe." "I can't investigate that until they succeed." "Yeah." "(Pete) Who's looking after the kids?" "(Guard) Her mother who else?" "I can tell you, I can hardly wait until July 1st rolls around." "Her mother who else?" "I tell you, I can hardly wait until July 1st rolls around." "It's already rolled." "That's today." "Yeah." "Do those voices make any sense to you, Peggy?" "Maybe it was part of a longer conversation." "And we know part of the tape's been cut out." "But that doesn't help us unless we can find the part that's missing." "Joe, what is Mrs. Inman really looking for?" "Her husband, she says." "Suppose it's just a blind." "Then that would suppose several other things-- that Mrs. Inman is a crook, that she knew what Gates was recording, and that she was in a position to use the information herself." "Get her on the phone, Peggy." "Mrs. Inman, please." "Are you sure?" "When?" "Thank you." "She checked out, Joe, about a half hour ago." "Stay near the phone, Peggy." "Where are you going?" "To shake Lomax loose from the truth." "Mrs. Inman was very shaken up after the car accident." "She just wanted to go home." "I expect she'll call you after she's settled in." "Do you know where she is right now?" "On the plane back to Cleveland." "Are you sure?" "I drove her to the airport myself." "Well, if she does happen to call you first, would you tell her I have some important information for her?" "Can you tell me what it's about?" "I just want to tell her I know what happened to her husband." "You hear that?" "I think he's bluffing." "I was against calling in a private detective all along." "How would we have stopped Gates from blackmailing us except by hiring someone to find him?" "I don't like any of this." "It's not the way we planned it at all." "We were never going to be involved with any of it." "Who killed Gates?" "And who ran Mannix' car off the road?" "And why?" "I wish they'd find your husband's body." "I'm going to see that they do, darling." "Mr. Mannix' office." "Peggy, check out this license number, will you?" "509 DMB." "Right." "(DOORBELL CHIMES)" "Hi." "The sexy sleuth himself!" "As long as I've come this far, may I come in?" "You might have phoned so I could have flung on a face." "Oh, you'd be a knockout in a mudpack, and you know it." "Oh, you're an angel." "But I've been bawling like a baby, and tears puff me up like a doughnut." "Grieving over Barry Gates?" "I don't grieve over men anymore, love." "It's me I'm sorry for." "My whole miserable mucked-up life." "Will you join me, or are you on duty?" "I'm on duty." "And yes, I will." "Scotch on the rocks." "I thought private eyes lived on bourbon and blondes." "Maybe that's because you never met one before." "More's the pity, say I." "Well, if it's duty, fire away." "Thank you." "Well, it's about Darrel Inman, remember?" "Yes, I remember, darling, but as I've told you before, I've never heard of the man." "Then why would he have a picture of you in a desk drawer in Cleveland?" "Tell me something." "Why is this Mr. Inman so important to you?" "Well, he's missing, and his wife is upset about it." "Why would he have a picture of you, Clarissa?" "Make a guess." "I was a model, darling." "Maybe he was a fan." "Don't you think he would have kept a magazine cover instead of this?" "Good heavens." "He must have been a bit odd if he kept this in his desk." "What an eyesore I was that day." "What day was that?" "Last Thursday." "How can you be sure?" "That ghastly outfit, of course." "I always detested it, but everything else I had showed too much of me for the occasion-- some dreary do at the Consul General's." "Well, now that we've established my total innocence in the very boring case of your Mr. Inman, can we relax?" "Your mind is still on your work, Mr. Detective?" "Mm-hmm." "You know, I keep wondering why a beautiful, desirable girl like you would let a man like Barry Gates through the door." "You're just about as romantic as King Kong." "Well, why did you?" "Why do you think?" "Well, how about this?" "Uh, Barry Gates was your secretary." "He brought a tape recorder along to take down that collection of poetry you've always been meaning to publish." "Or were you dictating the story of your life?" "Of course, there's always that other little gadget he had-- the one that recorded conversations through closed windows hundreds of yards away." "Just the thing for a cozy evening's fun together." "What creepy fantasies you detectives have." "How about this for a fantasy?" "The real reason Barry Gates was here was to keep surveillance on someplace he intended to rob." "Then I'd have known about it, right?" "You know, that's what makes you so irresistible-- from the law enforcement point of view." "Surely you don't think I killed Barry Gates." "No, no, no, but I thought you might know why he was killed." "Mm-mm." "Not even that." "I'm sorry, but I told that grisly police lieutenant the exact truth." "Barry was just one of those casual things." "From 7 to 10 every evening, precisely." "You have a cooperative doorman." "I'm Virgo, darling." "Highly organized and efficient in everything I undertake." "That's exactly what your partner Grant Bailey said." "I'd be grateful if you'd leave Grant Bailey out of this." "There are some aspects of my life I like to keep private, particularly from him." "Sometimes it's impossible to keep things private." "The trick then is to let the truth out a little at a time." "If I talk to you, is it the same as talking to the police?" "That depends what you have to say." "My father was killed in World War ll." "Like everything else in my life, it was tragedy wrapped up in farce." "He'd slogged through six years in the infantry." "He was on his way home from Burma after VJ Day." "He'd actually landed in Glasgow and was on his way home when the lorry he was in ran off the road." "Well, my mother grew gradually dottier as the years went by." "And now she's in one of those homes for genteel ladies in Bournemouth." "When my young brother left Oxford, he had nowhere to come but out here to California." "He wanted to write." "Unfortunately, he got in with the wrong crowd." "How wrong?" "Drugs." "They said they could prove he'd been peddling heroin." "If I didn't cooperate, they'd give that information to the police." "So you agreed to let Gates into the apartment." "I had to." "Which room did he use?" "Frankly, Mr. Mannix, I'm at a loss." "Why would anyone want to keep nightly surveillance on the bank?" "That's what I'm trying to find out." "But you do have security guards on the premises?" "Not at night." "Does today's date, July 1st, have any special significance for you, Mr. Prentiss?" "Hmm, none that I can think of." "No extra large shipment of cash coming in or any special deposit in the safe overnight?" "No major change in your regular routine?" "Nothing of any extraordinary value?" "I'm sorry." "I simply can't help you." "Nothing." "Thank you." "Her mother who else?" "I called Cleveland." "I tell you, I can hardly wait until July 1st rolls around." "Mrs. Inman hasn't returned home yet, and her housekeeper didn't know she was coming home today." "So far as the Cleveland Police are concerned, the Inmans are Mr. and Mrs. Clean." "There's got to be a connection between Inman's disappearance and Gates' murder." "It if isn't some kind of robbery, then what was Gates doing in Clarissa's apartment recording voices?" "Let's suppose that Gates' murder was pure coincidence." "There was no connection with Inman's disappearance at all." "What was Clarissa's photo doing in Darrel Inman's desk?" "It wasn't." "How do you know that, Joe?" "That picture was taken after Inman's disappearance." "It was a plant to lead me to Clarissa's apartment." "Well, why?" "So that I'd find Gates for Mrs. Inman." "Joe, what's going on?" "I wish I knew." "It's already 6:10 on July 1st." "If anything's about to happen" "(PHONE RINGS) ...we're running out of time." "Mr. Mannix' office." "Oh yes, Lieutenant, just a moment." "Dan Ives." "Yeah, Dan?" "I've got news for you, Joe." "We've found Darrel Inman's body." "His car went off the road in Malibu Canyon , got hidden in some brush." "Someone hiking up Malibu Creek spotted it, otherwise it might not have been found for months." "How long had he been dead?" "Four or five days." "Oh, and, Joe, I want to see your client Marcia Inman." "Where is she?" "On her way to Cleveland, as far as I know." "We'll find her." "You know," "I think I've got an idea of what was on that missing section of tape." "I'm not sure." "I'm gonna fire a few shots at Philip Lomax and see how he takes it." "They'll only be blanks, but he won't know that." "Maybe the noise will break him down." "(DOOR CHIMES)" "Not again, Mr. Mannix." "It's very important, Mr. Lomax." "Come in." "What's it about this time?" "The police have found Darrel Inman's body." "His car went off the road in Malibu Canyon." "Oh, I.." "I'm sorry." "Then he did commit suicide." "The police say he was killed before the accident." "Right now they're swearing out a warrant for your arrest." "Why would I want to kill him?" "Darrel Inman discovered you were having an affair with his wife." "You had a row in your office, and you killed him." "Unfortunately for you, there was a witness-- a man called Barry Gates using a shotgun microphone to plan a robbery." "He began to blackmail you." "In order to find out who he was, you had Marcia Inman hire me." "That's just wild invention." "There's not a single point you can prove." "That photograph of Clarissa Colburn that Mrs. Inman gave me, that was taken after her husband disappeared." "Last week you drew $10,000 out of a company account." "That very same day, Barry Gates bought a new car with $7,000 and put the rest of it in a safe deposit box." "Now, do you think we'll have trouble proving those points?" "You're still a long way from tying me in with Darrel Inman's death." "Maybe this will help." "What's that?" "This is a recording Barry Gates made of Darrel Inman being killed." "You may as well come out now, Mrs. Inman." "You didn't finish your martini." "Maybe you'd like to fill in the blanks." "Why not?" "I suppose it's all over now anyway." "We planned it very carefully to look like suicide, even down to that old letter of his that I'd saved." "It all might have worked if Barry Gates hadn't been in that building across the way." "Mr. Mannix, I am still a client of yours." "I think this would be a good time to talk about raising your fee." "Sorry, Mrs. Inman." "I'm off the case." "Just one thing." "How did you manage to get a hold of that tape?" "This?" "I picked it up at a record shop on my way over here." "It's called "Music for Lovers"." "Lieutenant Ives, please." "Joe, I have the name of the owner of the car that tailed you this afternoon." "It's Grant Bailey." "You do call at the oddest times." "Is Grant Bailey here?" "Never after 7, sweetie." "He's purely a business partner." "I think we know what kind of business." "Bailey was the man who blackmailed you to allow Gates in here, wasn't he?" "I'm almost glad you've found out." "July 1st is D-Day." "What are they going to hit in that building across the street if it isn't the bank?" "I wish I could help you, I really do." "Did he always use the same room?" "Never after 7, huh, Clarissa?" "Lieutenant Ives." "Dan, what's a Drake armored truck doing outside the Wilshire Executive Building?" "Hold on, Joe." "I'll check it out." "He was right." "You're not very selective about your men, are you?" "I could be, starting right now." "One thing about you, Clarissa-- you never quit, do you?" "Joe, you could make me just about the most selective woman you ever met in your entire life." "It wasn't in the book, Joe." "Apparently they want to keep it a secret." "They won't tell us even now." "Hold on, Dan." "The D.A. might go easier with you if you tell us what the target is." "Jorgenssen's, the jewelers." "Dan, it's Jorgenssen's." "You'd better get your troops over there on the double." "Oh, and send a couple of men up to Miss Colburn's apartment." "Joe." "Joe." "Be careful." "They've got guns." "Clarissa, there's no point in trying to run." "You know that, don't you?" "Come on in." "(COUGHING)" "What's happening?" "A whole gang of them." "(SHOUTING)" "Get in there." "Open it." "Open it!" "Open it." "Get in there." "Hurry up." "All right, hold it!" "Drop those guns." "I said hold it!" "I'm glad you could make it, Dan." "I thought you'd never get here." "Bannon." "There are a couple of guards locked in the safe." "Well." "So this is what July 1st was all about." "Joe, is there anything you can do?" "I'm afraid it's out of my hands, Clarissa." "It's a police matter now." "I told Grant not to use violence." "Why did you do it?" "He's a powerful, dangerous man, Grant Bailey." "He threatened to tell my father about my brother." "The father you lost in World War ll." "You're so suspicious." "My stepfather." "Don't you ever tell the truth?" "It's most unusual." "Why?" "I don't really know."