Detective Phelps: I'm Detective Phelps. We received a call about a domestic disturbance in apartment 803?
Butler: Oh, you're the detectives. Listen, Mrs. Bishop's pretty upset. Take the elevator and then left down the corridor. It's the last door on the right.
Detective Bekowsky: Sounds like we're about to make it a hat trick of hysterical female witnesses.
LAPD, ma'am. Are you in danger?
Mrs. Bishop: I'm all right now. You just missed them. Horrible, awful men.
Detective Phelps: Are you injured, Mrs. . .?
Mrs. Bishop: Mrs. Bishop. Gloria Bishop. Please, come in, officers. I'll just need to sit down for a moment. Forgive me.
Detective Phelps: That's perfectly normal, ma'am.
Mrs. Bishop: Just look at this mess.
Detective Phelps: We'll take a quick search of the premises, ma'am. You take a moment to gather your thoughts.
Mrs. Bishop: I will. Thank you, Officer.
Detective Phelps: Presented to Mark. Looks like the old movie set, Downtown. Great Wall of Babylon. A replica of a replica. What do you have to do to earn $20,000? Looks like we've found our mermaid. Who are these men in the picture?
Mrs. Bishop: My husband, Mark, and Marlon Hopgood. They work together on occasion. That's Hopgood's shop.