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-Wait a minute!

Wait a minute. George Reynolds! That

was about six months ago, wasn't it?

That's right, six monthe ago.

-Thanks, Paula! Goodbye.

Goodbye?

Hello, Operator? Get that

number back for me.

I've got to talk to you, Mrs. Philips.

-Please...

Go away...I want to be left alone.

But I found out why your husband wanted to

see me it was in connection with a bill of sale

Come in.

-Thank you.

What do you know about a

man named George Reynolds?

George Reynolds?

-Yes.

Why that's the man my husband claims sold

him the iridium -What did Reynolds claim?

Reynolds disappeared.

-Yes?

About two months ago my husband grew

suspicious that something was wrong.

Since then he tried in every way to locate

Reynolds but could find no trace of him.

But I don't get it. Your husband could

have proved he made a legitimate

deal by showing the bill of

sale he got from Reynolds.

Then there was a bill of sale?

-Yes. Yes, of course there was.

My husband swore there was

but at the time of his arrest he,

he couldn't find it, it was

mysteriously missing.

Well then if your husband could

have shown proof it would've been

George Reynolds who would

have faced the prison term.

Eugene was convinced that

Reynolds had stolen the bill of sale.

He was the only one who had reason to

eliminate evidence of the transaction.

Thank you, Mrs. Philips. Thank you

very much, you've been very helpful.

Oh, if you'd only come

sooner Mr. Bigelow.

My husband might be alive today.

I know.

The only thing that

puzzles me Mrs. Philips

is that you haven't asked how

I knew there was a bill of sale.

Mr. Halliday isn't in.

He should be back shortly.

I think your the one who

can help me, Miss Foster.

Mr. Philips tried to reach someone else

before he called me yesterday. Didn't he?

Why don't you ask Mr. Halliday? -Obviously,

Mr. Halliday wasn't here yesterday.

Or he wouldn't have had to learn

from you that Philips called me.

And you're the logical person to

know who else Philips called.

I don't believe that's any of

your business, Mr Bigelow.

Don't think you're revealing

anything confidential Miss Foster.

I know that he tried to reach somebody

else, Mrs Philips told me.

You're bluffing, Mr Bigelow.

I don't know what you're after,

but you're trying to trick me.

Mrs Philips didn't tell you a thing.

-How do you know that?

Mrs Philips knows nothing about it.

-She doesn't?

Well, why wouldn't she? Wait a minute!

I was talking about George Reynolds.

Who did you think I meant?

Just who is it that Mrs Philips

doesn't know about? -I told before.

That's none of your business. -All right,

young lady I'm gonna give it to you straight

Philips was murdered. -Murdered?

I don't believe you, you're lying.

He called me because he needed me

to clear him. Philips is innocent.

Innocent men don't have to jump

out of windows. -Murdered!

Just who are you trying

to protect Miss Foster?

Why are you so afraid to tell the truth?

-I'm not protecting anybody!

I haven't anymore to say.

-All right you lady

Listen to me. This thing is

going to explode wide open!

You got nothing to hide, you better start

talking. Or maybe you are mixed up in this.

Well then come on!

-Mr. Philips called Marla Rakubian.

He went to see her yesterday morning.

Who's Marla Rakubian?

-She's a model.

She and Mr Philips used

to be quite friendly

but he hadn't been seeing

her for quite some time

Come on! -The last couple of months

he's been trying to locate her

and finally learned where she

lived yesterday morning.

When he returned from seeing her,

he was terribly upset and excited.

That's when he had me

put in the calls for you!

When he couldn't reach you, he went

home. The last time I saw him alive.

Give me Marla Rakubian's address.

I don't think Mr Philips realized I was

aware of his friendship with Marla Rakubian.

And out of respect for him I

never intended to tell anybody.

I had no idea that she had anything

to do with the trouble he was in.

I admire your discretion, Miss Foster.

You know you must be pretty

friendly with Stanley, Miss Foster.

He knew how desperately his

brother tried to reach me yesterday

and he wasn't even hear at the time.

And now you seem to know all about what

happened at Mrs. Philips' apartment.

Miss Rakubian?

-Yes?

What do you want?

Get out of here or I'll call the police.

-Go ahead. Call them.

Well, go ahead, call them!

Going on a trip, huh?

Yes. Going away for the weekend.

(???) Buenos Aires tomorrow. Some weekend!

I'll send you a postcard now get out of here!

-Who you going with, George Reynolds?

I've never heard of him. -I suppose you've

never heard of Eugene Philips eiither.

Just who are you? What do you want?

-Never mind who I am. Where's Reynolds?

I told you I don't know him. Now will

you get out of here and leave me alone?

So you never heard of

George Reynolds, huh?

And don't try and tell me that this

isn't him because I've seen him.

If you think you can

scare me you're crazy.

Look I know that Philips

came here yesterday

and right after he left he was pushed

out of a 6 storey window. -Pushed?

Philips committed suicide.

-Your playmate Reynolds murdered Philips.

Then he went up to

San Francisco to get me.

Because I knew about a certain bill of sale.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

You're in this right up to your pretty

little neck. -I'm not mixed up in anything.

Get your hands up!

Drop that picture on the couch.

Turn around.

Don't get any ideas because

I'm not afraid to use this.

Give me your wallet.

Frank Bigelow. Hotel Allis...

All right. Now where is Reynolds?

-I don't know. I don't know where he is.

Is that what you told Philips yesterday?

-I told him exactly what I'm telling you

I haven't heard from him in months.

-Yeah?

You're mighty careful of the picture of a

man you haven't heard from in months.

What does the 'Ray' stand for?

-It was a...a pet name. Do you mind?

It all sounds very cozy Miss Rakubian.

You and Reynolds call each other pet names

while you make a sucker out of Philips.

Philips made the deal

because he wanted it. -Yeah?

Well, I'll bet you you aren't above using

what it takes to help make him want it.

Who's paying for this trip?

I am.

Really? First class trip to Buenos Aires on

a model's salary. Don't make me laugh.

Since you and Reynolds

aren't seeing each other anymore,

you don't mind if I keep this do you?

If I were a man I'd

punch your dirty face in.

You know, I really believe you would.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Your tickets.

Don't be surprised if

I'm there to see you off.

Angelo.

Angelo!

Oh, Angelo.

Do you remember taking this

picture with George Reynolds?

I take so many pictures I

can't remember them all.

This gentleman is a friend of his and would

like his address. We have no card on him.

I don't think we oughta do that.

-He's willing to pay $20 for it.

That's the paper we used last year.

Of course you understand we usually don't

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