05x17 - The Sound of m*rder

[bunniefuu]

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 st rolls around.

You don't like overtime pay?

! like my bed better.

That's cause you're a bachelor.

Could be.

Well, same time tomorrow night, huh?

Yeah. Good night, Pete.

I'm very sorry.

My business is
wiped out. and you're "very sorry."

You're wiped out every week.

Why do you expect me
to get excited about it?

I came here to talk it over.

And you've had your answer.

Do you realize what you're doing?

I'm not a complete moron.
I know what's been going on.

All right, then,
if this is the way you want it.

♪♪

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 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.

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?

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.

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 k*lled?

When was the last time you saw him?

Tonight at :.

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.

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 st rolls around.

You don't like overtime pay?

! 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 st.

Something's going to happen
July st, maybe.

Yeah, and that's tomorrow.

Yeah and there's more. Get this.

You dropped $,.

I'm very sorry.

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?

Hi, Pete.
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 .

This may not help, but it's worth a sh*t.

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 k*lling 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.

$, 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 '.

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.

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.

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 m*rder*d.
She may be implicated.

You're not serious.

She's already admitted
to having an affair with Barry Gates.

Someone k*lled 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 |
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 su1c1de.

Was heill?
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 th.

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.

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 m*rder*d.

But then why would she want to k*ll you?

I'm not sure, but maybe I was
getting too close to something,

so she and Lomax rented a truck
and tried to k*ll 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 :,
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' m*rder.

Why not?

Because when he was k*lled,
Philip Lomax was flying back from Seattle.

And Mrs. Inman was in the hotel.

If that's true, then who tried to k*ll me?

I'm in homicide, Joe.

I can't investigate that until they succeed.

Yeah.

Who's looking after the kids?

Her mother, who else?

I can tell you, I can hardly wait
until July st rolls around.

Her mother, who else?

I tell you, I can hardly wait
until July st 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 k*lled 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? DMB.

Right.

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.

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 k*lled Barry Gates.

No, no, no,

but I thought you might know
why he was k*lled.

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 to 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 k*lled in World w*r .

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?

dr*gs.

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 st,

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 st 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' m*rder.

It if isn't some kind of robbery,

then what was Gates doing
in Clarissa's apartment recording voices?

Let's suppose that Gates' m*rder
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 : on July st.

If anything's about to happen--

...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 sh*ts 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.

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 su1c1de.

The police say he was k*lled
before the accident.

Right now they're swearing out
a warrant for your arrest.

Why would I want to k*ll him?

Darrel Inman discovered
you were having an affair with his wife.

You had a row in your office,
and you k*lled 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 $,
out of a company account.

That very same day, Barry Gates
bought a new car with $,

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 k*lled.

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 su1c1de,

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 , 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 st 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 , 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 DA 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 g*ns.

Clarissa, there's no point in trying to run.
You know that, don't you?

Come on in.

What's happening?
A whole g*ng of them.

Get in there.

Open it.

Open it!

Open it.

Get in there. Hurry up.

All right, hold it! Drop those g*ns.

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 st 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 v*olence.

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 w*r II.

You're so suspicious. My stepfather.

Don't you ever tell the truth?

It's most unusual.

Why?

I don't really know.