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Listen Paula I...

Paula, it's just that I, I don't feel

like talking now. I'll call ya later.

Don't strain yourself.

You phone me sometime when

you feel more like talking.

Oh, by the way, I called that

Mr. Philips back? -Philips?

Yes, you know. The man

that tried to reach you.

Well, I'm afraid you'll never know why it

was so important that he speak to you.

His office said that he died yesterday.

Frank? Are you there?

Did you hear me?

Died?

When?

-Yesterday.

So you won't have to bother your

little head about him anymore.

You can just go ahead and have fun.

Paula.

What did he die from? Do you know?

I suppose he died from whatever

people usually die from.

Well didn't they tell you? Don't you know?

What are you getting so excited about?

You said you didn't even know the man.

Listen! Where is his office located?

What difference does it make? You can't

talk to him now, I told you the man's dead.

Paula, will you stop talking so much

and tell me where his office is!

Well, all right.

It's the Philips Importing

and Exporting Company,

Bradbury Building, Los Angeles.

Bradbury Building, Los Angeles? -That's

right. Say, this is really a switch.

Listen, if you want to reach me I'll be in

Los Angeles. -Are you out of your mind?

I'm sorry Paula. I gotta hurry.

-Wait a minute. Where in Los Angeles?

The Allison. The Allison

Hotel. Goodbye Paula.

I'd like to see someone in charge here.

What is it in regard to?

-It's a personal matter, it's quite urgent.

Perhaps Mr. Halliday can help you.

-Who's he?

He's our Controller. Your name please?

-Bigelow.

Mr. Bigelow to see you.

-Send him in.

Go right in please. That door.

Mr. Bigelow.

-How are you, Mr. Halliday?

What can I do for you?

Well, Mr. Phillips phoned my

office several times yesterday and

I'd like to find out what it's all about.

-You know Mr. Philips died yesterday?

Yes, I know.

-But I don't understand.

If he phoned you didn't he

tell you what it was about?

Well, he didn't speak to me.

I wasn't in my office at the time.

And he wouldn't tell my secretary.

Well, I'm afraid I can't be

of much help, Mr. Bigelow.

I have no idea why Mr. Philips

tried to reach you.

I'm sorry you had to

make the trip for nothing.

How do you know I made a trip?

I didn't say anything about making a trip,

I merely said he phoned my office.

My office could be here in Los Angeles.

Miss Foster.

Yes? -Didn't you mention something

yesterday about Mr. Phillips

speaking with Mr. Bigelow

in San Francisco?

I said that he had phoned

Mr. Bigelow's office in Banning

but that Mr. Bigelow was staying at

the St. Francis hotel in San Francisco.

I'm sorry you misunderstood me.

-Do you know why Mr. Philips called

No, I don't.

-All right. Thank you, Miss Foster.

You can understand that we've

been somewhat upset around here?

Now, If you don't mind...

Did Mr. Philips have a wife, family?

Anyone that could help me?

You can't intrude on

people at a time like this.

Just to satisfy some curiosity.

-It isn't just curiosity

Then I suggest you wait a week or so.

-I can't wait.

Well I'm sorry, you'll have to.

-Well, there's always a phone book.

You're a pretty aggressive

fellow, Bigelow.

Are you quite sure that this is as

important as you make it appear to be?

It's important.

Mrs. Philips lives at the

Sunset Arms Apartments.

Thank you.

I needn't tell you she's unrestrained.

I suppose your capable of using a little more

tact with her then you demonstrated with me.

I think I can handle it. By the way, what

was the cause of Mr. Philips' death?

Suicide. He leaped from the

balcony of his apartment.

Thank you.

Come in, Mr. Bigelow.

I'm Stanley Philips, Eugene's brother.

Halliday phoned that you were coming.

This is my sister in-law, Mrs. Philips.

I'll try to make this as brief

as possible, Mrs. Philips.

I'm afraid I can't be of any

help to you, Mr. Bigelow.

I haven't the slightest idea why my

husband wanted to speak to you.

Well, I guess Halliday covered

just about everything.

Did your husband ever mention anything

about me, Mrs. Philips? Anything at all?

No. I can't recall Eugene ever

having mentioned your name.

I hate to ask you this, Mrs. Philips,

but it's of vital importance to me.

Do you know why your

husband committed suicide?

Your certainly not the most diplomatic

person in the world, are you Bigelow?

Were you a friend of my brother's?

-I never met him.

My brother was in a jam. A pretty bad jam.

He was arrested two days ago.

He sold some iridium to a

dealer by the name of Majak.

It's a very rare metal, very costly.

Anyway, the iridium

turned out to be stolen.

He was released on bail yesterday but

he faced a pretty stiff prison term.

Men have committed suicide for less. -Yes,

I know. That's how the police feel about it.

What puzzles me though

is this crooked deal.

Knowing Eugene you wouldn't say he's the

type of man to be mixed up in anything

like that, now you would?

-I told you I never met him.

That's right, so you did. Now what's

this all got to do with you Bigelow?

I don't know. -Let's come

clean with each other, Bigelow.

Surely you must have some idea why my

brother was so desperate to contact you.

I have no idea. -That's odd. Then how could

it be of such vital importance to you?

You seem to know the

answer to everything else.

Maybe you know the

answer to that one too.

There's amessage for you to call Operator

Show Mr. Bigelow to room 821.

Say, would you have the operator put

this call through to my room right away?

Yes, sir.

-I'll take it up there.

Hello Operator.

I'll call you if i need anything.

-Thank you, sir. -Helol? Paula?

Well, Sinbad. I'd just about

given you up for lost.

Now do you mind telling me just why

you rushed down to Los Angeles?

I, I can't explain it to you just now,

Paula. I just can't explain it.

What's going on Frank? You don't

even sound like yourself. -Well, I'm...

I'm just a little tired, Paula. That's all.

But I miss you.

Oh, Frank.

I can't tell you how good

it is to hear you say that.

And here I was worrying

that I'd lost my charm.

When are you coming home Frank?

Soon, Paula.

I'll be home soon.

I'll go right out and get myself a permanent

so I'll be pretty when you see me.

Hey, guess what? I found that

Philips name notario ledger.

Notario ledger?

-Yes, of all places.

I remember now, I made the entry myself.

You had notarized a paper one

morning before I came to work.

What kind of paper was it?

A bill of sale for a George Reynolds, made

out to Eugene Philips of Los Angeles.

So you see, I was right. We haven't done

any business with Philips, only indirectly.

What was the bill of sale for? -A shipment

of iridium, whatever that is. -Iridium?

You mentioned at the time that this fellow

Reynolds had made some kind of a deal

in Palm Springs and he stopped in

your office early in the morning

on his way north to have it notarized.

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