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♪♪

KBEX Morning Beat time is
eleven minutes before 9:00.

Time to go to the air now
with Pete Panelli in Airview 2.

Come in, Pete.

Yeah, Frank, we just left
the West Los Angeles area.

Traffic on the Hollywood Freeway is still
moving along quite well in both directions.

Down below us now,

we're above the interchange at the
San Diego and Santa Monica Freeway.

The earlier slowdown
is all cleared up now.

I'd say we've got a winner.

There are no accidents, no
sig-alerts in effect, no major tie-ups.

For a Monday,
it's looking great.

Airview 2 is clear.

Thanks, Pete,
for that live report.

The temperature outside the
studio is a sunny 67 degrees,

and we'll get back to our
records in just a moment,

but first a word
from our sponsor.

Hey, Pete. How's
the sunbathing scene?

Any action?

I'm sorry, I'm
unable to read you.

Listen, you high-rise
Peeping Tom,

a dollar says you're
eyeballing a rooftop right now.

Hey, listen, I
understand they have a

jackknifed truck up
there at Cabrillo Beach.

I want to run up
and take a look.

I'm about halfway to
the county line right now.

Okay, baby, I gotta go.

Hey, listen, I tee off with
Joe Mannix about 11:00.

- Try and make it.
- Will do.

Real fine. Airview 2 is clear.

You need any help down there?

I say, do you need
any help down there?

Do you want me to...

♪♪

Yes, Mr. Perram, I'll tell him as
soon as he get back from court.

Sign these.

What time?

Oh, I'd say about
5:00, Mr. Perram.

Yes, Mr. Perram.

Goodbye.

Peggy, take the
rest of the day off.

Thanks.

Oh, and sign this one.

Who've you got lined
up for your pigeon?

My pigeon for the day is the
Lone Eagle of the Freeways.

Pete Panelli?

- None other.
- Tell Pete I said hi.

I'll do that, just as he
starts his downswing.

See you tomorrow.

Mr. Mannix' office.

Oh, hi, Frank.

Well, for you we'll
make an exception.

Frank Binns of
the radio station.

Oh.

Hey, Frank, you
going to join us today?

What?

When?

Any idea how it happened?

I uh...

I don't know what to say, Frank.

I mean... Pete
and his chopper...

they just... sort of
helped get my day started.

Without him, it...

Yeah.

Yeah, Frank, I'll be there.

Joe?

You understand, gentlemen,
that anything we say at this point

comes under the
heading of speculation,

and we won't be able to give
you an official FAA readout

until we've had a chance to
reassemble the helicopter at the lab

and make an analysis.

Joe.

All right.

Peter Panelli was reputed to
be a highly skilled chopper pilot.

So for now, we presume he was
the victim of mechanical failure.

All right.

From preliminary data, we can
estimate altitude prior to the plunge.

Here. Notice the
frame of the aircraft.

Now, abstracting
from what the fire did,

we can see that purely structural
damage was slight... relatively slight.

Equivalent to what
would have resulted

from a free fall of not much
more than a hundred feet.

All right.

The aircraft came to rest here,

some 70 feet
below the ridgeline.

Now that puts Panelli's altitude
over terrain prior to the plunge...

Less than 50 feet.

We think what
happened was this...

Panelli was cruising at customary
altitude when he detected a malfunction.

He came low with the
idea of setting down.

Believing that the problem had
corrected itself, he started back up.

And suddenly he lost everything.

All right, that's it, gentlemen.

We'll contact you as soon
as we have something definite.

Inspector Hartigan.

What brings you out, Joe?

Don't tell me you've
joined the working press.

No. I could use a little of their
detachment right about now.

Then you knew Panelli.

He taught me to fly choppers.
I taught him to play golf.

We had a game lined up today.

Inspector, what you said about
Pete's sensing a malfunction,

- then thinking it was solved...
- What about it?

He used to tell me
over and over again...

Don't ever second-guess trouble
until you get out of that bubble.

If he suspected a malfunction, he
would have set that chopper down.

He wouldn't try
to take it back up.

But he did.

The controls were
locked in "lift" position.

Then the malfunction must have happened
after he came down and started back up.

Why? What would
have brought him down?

Maybe something he saw.

It's the boondocks, Joe.
There's nothing out there.

I don't know.

I never knew him to goof. He
just didn't. He was too good.

When the engine quits in one of
those birds, Joe, nobody's too good.

Not even Pete Panelli.

Well, Inspector, I'd still
like to keep the books open.

♪♪

KBEX Morning Beat time is 8:15.

Hey, you folks out in West Valley
there, out beyond Woodland Hills.

Remember, if you saw our helicopter
come down yesterday morning

about ten minutes of 9 in the vicinity
north of Mulholland, give us a call.

Let us hear about it.
There's money in it.

In case you've just tuned
in, the reward is getting fatter.

The first hundred dollars
put up by a... private party

has been matched by
the staff here at KBEX,

and the management has
offered an additional hundred.

So our phone number is 462-0799.

If you know anything about it,
pick up the phone and call us.

Frank, anything yet?

No, a couple of
flying saucer reports,

some gal out in Topanga
Canyon at a nudist camp.

Are you ready for this?

She saw three choppers
flying low yesterday.

But Pete's chopper
wasn't one of them.

Anything else?

Oh, just some guy who said he
was too busy to talk on the phone,

but if you wanted to go
out there, he'd see you.

Hey, I'll take that one.

You really going to
go out there, Joe?

He seemed like
kind of a nut to me.

Oh, it's just a hunch.

But anybody that's too
busy to talk on the telephone

might have had time
to keep his eyes open.

- Thanks for the rule.
- You bet.

You'd be from the radio station.

That's right. And
you're Antrim Scott.

I am.

It's me now, and it
was me yesterday.

Yesterday morning, I was
standing right here feeding the Toms

at the exact moment your helicopter
was supposed to be crashing over there.

Supposed to be? You
mean you didn't see it?

No, no, no. What
I saw was a plane.

I see.

Well, thanks, Mr. Scott. I'm afraid
you're not going to be much help.

Why not?

All you have to do is find
the fellow that flew that plane,

and he can give you chapter
and verse on your helicopter.

- Don't you understand?
- Yeah, well I do now.

Uh, can you give
me a description?

Well, it was loud... awful loud.

Making a terrible racket.

Hmm. Can you
recall any markings?

I'm recalling the whole thing,

if you'll be kind
enough to listen.

Sorry.

It came screaming
right above us...

Not more than 20, 30
feet high, God save us all!

My Toms went crazy.

Started thrashing around, flinging
themselves against the fence.

You heard that phrase
"frightened to death"?

I sure have.

That's what happened
to ten of my best.

You mean, from the noise and
the sudden appearance of the plane.

Indeed.

And now, young fella, I'll describe
that plane under one condition.

Oh, certainly. I've
got it right here.

Oh, no, no, no. Keep your money.

But when you nab the fellow that
flew that plane, you tell me who he is.

- Now you've got to promise.
- I sure will.

I'll drag him before a judge...
I'll put such a suit on him.

When I'm through with him, he'll
think he's a turkey and a hen at that.

That's fair enough.
What color was the plane?

- White.
- Tell me, when this plane flew over,

did you happen to notice any
numbers or letters under the wings

or on the fuselage or tail?

You're looking at Exhibit A.

That boot is going to court.

Nick, fire off a repeat on
that registration request.

Tell the FAA we want that
information now, not next week.

- Art.
- Hello, Joe.

Oh, your turkey rancher knew
what he was talking about.

A plane did land?

On a dirt road... behind the
ridge where Pete crashed.

We're making a
moulage of the tire tracks.

Oh, while they were at it,
they found these little goodies.

Hmm. Not exactly what
you'd hunt jackrabbits with.

More than twenty of them.

Enough to bring
the chopper down.

Pete must have spotted that
plane and thought it was in trouble,

went down to help, and then saw
something he wasn't supposed to see.

Lieutenant, your
answer's coming through.

A white twin engine... N2773T...

Owned by Elman Leasing
Company, West Los Angeles,

leased for the past
week by Jud Gerner.

Berthed in Santa Monica.

Find Gerner. Have him
here when I get back.

Yes, Lieutenant,
what can I do for you?

I want your Security people
to impound that aircraft.

Meanwhile, I'd like
to take a look at it.

Yes, sir. I'll see
where it's parked.

Any problem?

I'm sorry. We have a
flight plan on this aircraft.

- Where to?
- Ensenada, Mexico.

Pilot... Jud Gerner.
No passengers.

Call the tower. If he
hasn't taken off, hold him.

Right.

I'm sorry, sir. He lifted off just as
word came through from Operations.

Order him back.

We have no authority to do
that, sir. We need an air violation.

- What do you need to talk to him?
- Nothing, sir.

Do it.

I'll put you on the speaker.

November 7 3 Tango,
Santa Monica Tower. Over.

November 7 3 tango,
Santa Monica Tower. Over.

This is November
7 3 Tango. Over.

November 7 3 Tango,

this is Lieutenant Malcolm,
Los Angeles Police Department.

You are instructed to return
to this field immediately. Over.

November 7 3 Tango, turn around
and come back... that's an order.

I say again that's an order.

November 7 3 Tango,
this is Santa Monica Tower.

Do you read me?

Failure to reply will be construed
as unauthorized flight to avoid arrest.

Let me try.

Gerner, listen,
this is Joe Mannix.

I was a personal friend of the
chopper pilot who was killed yesterday.

All we're really after
is some information.

Uh, we'd just like to know what
really happened yesterday morning.

Now, you were there when
the chopper went down.

Santa Monica Tower,
November 7 3 Tango.

Santa Monica Tower,
November 7 3 Tango.

Come in, November 7 3 Tango.

Engine stalled. Unable to draw
fuel through line on either tank.

Heading 0 8 0 degrees.

November 7 3 Tango, you are
clear on your present heading.

How about Hughes Field?

You're okay for Hughes
Field in Playa Del Rey.

Maintain 0 8 0.

He's losing altitude too
fast. He'll never make it in.

Coast Guard Rescue
and the Harbormaster.

Airspeed dropping.
May have to ditch.

Gerner. Gerner, listen to me.

You can't get fuel from either tank.
That ought to tell you something.

You've been sabotaged.

Someone wants you dead.

Gerner, think about it.

You've been had.
Can't you see that?

Gerner. Now come on, open
up. Tell us what happened.

What did the chopper see
it wasn't supposed to see?

Gerner! Who hired you, Gerner?
What were you doing there?

Gerner, who was with you?

Seagull! Seagull!

- Thirsty?
- Yeah. Thanks.

I talked to Art Malcolm's office.
They said you were still at the airport.

Figured you were
making progress.

We were, but we
missed the plane.

- What have you got now?
- A dead pilot.

He went down a couple of
hundred yards from the Marina.

Unaccountable accident,
I suppose. Like Pete's.

What's more, he
had to know about it.

We were in radio contact
right up to the last second.

- But did he say anything?
- Yeah.

Seagull.

Seagull?

Mean anything to you?

A bird flying around.

- Thanks a lot.
- Oh, I get what you're driving at.

When you're going to your
death, why describe the scenery?

Hmm. You try and say
something significant.

Any calls?

Oh, Frank called from KBEX.

The funeral mass for Pete
is day after tomorrow at 9

at St. Charles in the Valley.

Said he'd check with you later.

Don't forget to order
the flowers, huh?

Joe, about that
pilot saying "seagull,"

did you hear him correctly? I mean,
maybe he was saying something else.

Like what?

Remember last year when I took
that course in semantics out at UCLA?

Now if we really
care to stretch,

we can go into other
languages for phonic equivalents.

Would that be of use?

It's worth a try, if you
have the time, Professor.

Now we can eliminate
Swedish straight off.

Their closest equivalent
would be cirkel,

which, of course, means circle.

In Italian, sicuro,
which isn't close at all.

In Spanish, the word
siglo, which means century.

And we can skip French.

They have the "seh"
sound rather than the "see."

And Yiddish comes a bit closer.

There's zi, which mean yellow,

and zigl, which
means seal or mark.

That brings to mind the German
word Ziegel, which means brick.

Oh, getting back to
Yiddish for a moment,

I almost forgot the word saykhl,
which means reason or intellect.

It seems to me that this
one had the closest sound.

What did you say it meant?

Brick.

Excuse me.

A dying man shouting "brick"?

It's a bit ridiculous, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Hello.

- No more than seagull.
- Yes. Yes, he is.

Just a moment, please.

It's for you, Mr. Mannix.

Hmm. Thank you.

Hello.

Right.

Yeah, right. I'll be there.

It seems they've recovered
Gerner's plane, or what's left of it.

How much did he
get for his services?

Two thousand dollars.

Not bad.

Yeah it is, when you're
too dead to spend it.

A sample of what we
found in both tanks,

not to mention the fuel lines.

About a sack and a half.

Popcorn?

Couldn't have been more
effective if it had been a bomb.

The motion of the plane sloshes the
fuel around the tank, the popcorn gets wet.

More and more of it
settles to the bottom

until, finally, it completely
clogs the feed lines.

First they blast Pete
with a submachine gun,

then they stuff Gerner's
fuel tanks with popcorn.

Ingenious, aren't they?

These are quite a bit larger
than the usual variety, aren't they?

That's right. Standard
expansion ratio is 26 to 1.

These are half again as large.

Popcorn.

Almost every independent movie
house in the metropolitan area...

Including your drive-ins...
It'll be my popcorn you'll buy.

Of course, I have other outlets.

Five-and-dimes,
bars, ballparks...

Mr. Slatoff, I'm interested in your new
brand that's one-and-a-half times as big.

Oh, my "King-Pop."

I understand you're the
only one that handles that.

I developed it. But
you're out of New York.

You don't mean to tell me
you heard about it back there.

When there's a breakthrough
of this magnitude, Mr. Slatoff,

it's our business
to find out about it.

That's amazing.

So far, I've only test-marketed.

Here. This is the baby.

Top-grade Iowa corn.

Less moisture...
that's the secret.

I expand each kernel 38 times.

I'm revolutionizing
the business.

Tell me, have you
test-marketed in Santa Monica?

- Heavily.
- How heavily?

Fifty-six spots. A
real good sample.

I'll get you the list.

56.

A sack that big?

Mister, my customers
are only this high!

Thank you.

Never happen.

People buy this stuff on their way
into the theater, not on the way out.

You look beat.

I am beat.

There's got to be a
better way to make a living.

Oh, what a day. Over
fifty spots to cover.

What do you do?

You'd never believe it.

Try me.

You see this? I work for
the outfit that makes it.

You are looking at "King-Pop."

Now, my job is to run around
town, talking to guys like you

to find out how it's going
over and if it's going over.

Are you kidding?
That stuff is terrific.

Our customers love
it. And we love it.

This stuff soaks up so much booze, I serve
over a hundred drinks more every shift.

Oh, come on now.

What, are you trying
to make me feel good?

No, I really mean it.

Last week we ordered ten
of those big sacks of yours...

You know, that's three-and-a-half
pounds each, right?

- Right.
- You know how many we got left?

One.

What are you doing? Selling
them out the back door?

Mac, will you listen to me? I tell
you, our customers love this stuff.

Even though, now that I think of it,
there were two sacks that I did sell.

Yeah? Who bought them?

Oh, the little chick
works up the block.

She said she needed them
for some party or something.

What was I gonna say?

If a little King-Pop makes the lady
happy, you give her a little King-Pop.

Friend, you have said it all.

She have a name?

- Bonnie?
- Mm-hmm.

I just came from your local
watering hole. The bartender sent me.

Oh?

From his description, you had to
represent the ultimate in graphic art.

He was right.

And what do you represent?

Great Pacific Insurance,

which has me running around
trying to prevent bellyaches,

very bad bellyaches.

How nice of Great
Pacific Insurance.

You see, one of our accounts is
the manufacturer of snack items.

When his product turns
out to be contaminated,

he gets sued, we pay.

Now, uh, getting back
to the bar down the street.

Last night you left there
with two sacks of popcorn

about, uh, so big.

That...

That was contaminated?

It was for Mr. Travers.

He wanted it for his little boy.

Mr. Mannix.

Are you... Are you sure?

I mean, are you positive?
Come in, Mr. Mannix.

Fine.

No, that's fine.

No, you do exactly as I say.

No, no, not in the trash.
In the garbage disposal.

Just put it in the garbage
disposal and get rid of it.

That's fine. Okay.
Goodbye, sweetheart.

Oh, Mr. Mannix, I can't tell you
how grateful I am you came by.

- Thank you.
- I did get here in time, then.

Oh, indeed you did in time.

That popcorn was on its way to
my son's Cub Scout meeting tonight.

Oh, well, that wouldn't
have been very good.

Look, I'd love to do something for
you. Can I buy you a drink or something?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm afraid I have
too many other stops to make.

Thanks, anyway.

Listen, let me tell you...

I'm so... I appreciate it so
much... I'm so very grateful.

Not at all. Good day.

Good day.

He seemed on the level.

Like I did?

You... You better follow him.
Find out how much he knows.

Mitzuhito said the commission

will seek ways to
avoid the violence

that has disrupted the campuses of
major universities throughout Japan

during the past 12 months.

Argentina.

Rumors have apparently been
confirmed, and it is now believed

that American right-wing
fanatic Leonard Brix

has been killed in an explosion
in the city of Chacabuco,

some one hundred miles
west of Buenos Aires.

Brix has been in hiding in Argentina
ever since his conviction here

on possession of an
illegal cache of weapons.

During the past eighteen months,

State Department officials have
tirelessly sought his extradition,

only to be thwarted by red tape

and the slow-moving
processes of international law.

Brix gained notoriety
two years ago

as the militant leader of
the Party of the Fourth Reich,

breakaway faction
of the INCAA...

The International New-Nazi
Council for an Armed America.

Hello.

Hello, Professor Resnick?
This is Joe Mannix.

Earlier today you mentioned a
German word that meant brick.

Ziegel.

Ziegel... uh, now, what if
I wanted the word bricks?

What would the
plural of Ziegel be?

Ziegel... no change at all.

In other words, what sounded like
seagull could mean bricks, plural.

If I spell that phonetically,
it would be B-R-I-X, right?

Right.

Like in Leonard Brix?

But I thought he was
killed in Argentina.

No, I'm afraid the news report on
his death was greatly exaggerated.

Thank you very much, Professor.

You've certainly made
a believer out of me.

You're welcome, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Bonnie.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix.
Your secretary isn't here.

She had to run an errand.

Please, sit down.

What's the problem?

Remember that other
man in Mr. Travers' office?

- Mr. Olin?
- Yes.

Well, the moment that you left, he
got into his car and went after you.

I knew something was going on.

So when he called in later,

I pretended to hang up after I
put him through to Mr. Travers,

but I didn't.

I listened.

He said that he
followed you back here.

He found out that you're
not what you claimed.

You're a private detective.

And what was
Mr. Travers' reaction?

He seemed... well, nervous.

And after I read
the paper today,

I suddenly thought that Mr. Travers
might have had something to do

with that plane that crashed...

The one with the
popcorn in the fuel tanks.

Is that possible?

It's possible.

Where does Travers live?

Way out. It's a dirt road.

Up behind Woodland
Hills, that area?

Yeah.

- You've been there?
- Once.

Do you think you could
find your way back?

You mean... take you there?

Yes.

But what if he had nothing
to do with the plane?

What if I'm wrong?

Now, if you thought that, you
wouldn't have come here, would you?

No.

I guess not.

Let's go.

Hold it!

Move over, sweetie.

Leave her out of this.
She's not involved.

Is that right?

Drive this car back to
his place and park it.

Be sure you wipe
away all the fingerprints.

Let's go, Mr. Mannix.

Any problems, Dave?

No, none whatsoever.

Well done.

Please sit down, Mr. Mannix.

You caused us brief concern.

However, I now consider your
presence a timely accommodation.

Shall I call you Brix, or
are you still using Ziegel?

Call me the Phoenix.

You do remember the
mythology, don't you?

How the fabled bennu bird
rose from its own ashes?

That would be in reference
to today's news report?

Came across
convincingly, didn't it?

The world considers me dead.

I notice no one has
declared it a day of mourning.

What matters is not sentiment
but the creation of myth.

The idea that a man
can die in an explosion

and, like the Phoenix, rise from
the ashes to assume his destiny.

That's the kind of legend
that empires are built on.

When I give the signal tomorrow,

my shock units will hit a hundred
key cities across the nation.

Posing as leftists, they will gun down the
police and massacre the civil authorities.

Within a week, anarchy will prevail,
the existing order will topple, and...

You and your Fourth
Reich will take over.

I know, I know. It sounds
mad, but I'm hardly a fool.

We have prepared with
thoroughness, and we've bided our time.

Tomorrow we act,
and history repeats.

Just where do I
figure into this?

As our first official
enemy of the State,

you'll establish our
reputation for justice.

Under the circumstances,
we'll have to wait till dawn.

Well, that is tradition.

When you're trying to accomplish
what we are, tradition is important.

Make yourself
comfortable, Mr. Mannix.

Joe. Joe, guess who's here.

Yeah. Why don't you answer
your phone calls, buddy?

Joe!

Joe?

That's funny.

Well, it's not important.

Just give him the message
for me, will you, Peg?

That he's one of the
pallbearers for Pete tomorrow

and should be there ten
minutes ahead of time.

Right. You're a doll.

Frank.

Where could he be?

Well, that is his
car out front, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Well, then he can't be too far.

Maybe he went for a bite.

He'd take his car.

Well, then, maybe
he went for a walk.

No.

Well, now, it is possible.

There's something wrong, Frank.

I felt it earlier, too.

Peggy, will you listen to me?

His car is still sitting
out front, so obviously...

Frank, just in case,
check upstairs, huh?

And I'll check the car.

Frank!

No, Peg. Sorry. He's not here.

I knew it.

- I knew it.
- What?

He called Professor Resnick.

So?

So that means he found out
something or was trying to.

Either way, he'd be off
and running... In his car.

All right, Peggy, let's have it.

Have you ever heard of a
man named Leonard Brix?

Yeah.

He just died in Argentina.

No. He's alive and
well in Los Angeles.

Please, Art, just believe us.

We think Brix was smuggled in by plane
the other day, up in the Mulholland hills.

And Pete saw him.
That's why Pete was shot.

Where does that leave Joe?

Brix must have him.
That's the only possibility.

Take this down to Mannix.

Tell him it's a gift
from the Fourth Reich.

It should last until dawn.

He's gone!

Find him! Find him!

Fan out! Fan out!
Find him! Find him!

He seems to have disappeared.

All right, keep
looking! Keep looking!

Mighty big of you, Art.

What?

This private limousine.

We do that for anybody
who sends up a flare that size.

Where's that membership
list you mentioned?

There you are.

You did a great job, Joe.

No, no, Pete Panelli did.

Which reminds me,
I'm due to say goodbye.