Fred: I'm Fred Nicholson.
Detective Phelps: This is your place?
Fred: What's left of it. 32 years of work up in smoke.
Detective Phelps: Can you tell us what happened?
Fred: Our Chief Chemist, Harold McLellan, was using this area to test a new process.
Detective Phelps: And what exactly is this new process?
Fred: That's classified information, son.
Detective Phelps: A lot of people died here Mr. Nicholson. I'm prepared to go to the press and tell them it was your fault. What is the new process?
Fred: A way to chemically polish aluminum. It's traditionally done by hand. It's extremely labor intensive. The process could be worth millions.
Detective Phelps: Who is Tomoko Okamoto?
Fred: Dr. McLellan's personal assistant. She came highly recommended.
Detective Phelps: Okamoto was involved in industrial espionage. Was she working for you or a for a foreign government?
Fred: That's a ridiculous assertion. How can you possibly say she was a spy?
Detective Phelps: How many of your other employees carry spy cameras in their handbags?
Fred: Jesus, Mary and Joseph. She was selling me out.
Detective Phelps: If she wasn't a foreign spy, who could she have been working for?
Fred: Could be other plating companies, but the big customers for the process are the aircraft manufacturers. Lockheed, Boeing, Hughes, North American.
Detective Phelps: What can you tell us about McLellan?
Fred: A brilliant chemist. He approached me a few months ago with the idea for the new process.
Detective Phelps: So no one has ever done this before?
Fred: No, but it is legitimate research.
Detective Phelps: So you thought McLellan could do what no one else could do? You were prepared to take that risk?
Fred: Look he is... was a trained chemist and his ideas could revolutionize electroplating.
Detective Phelps: And you would be rich?
Fred: I'm a business man. What's wrong with turning a buck?
Detective Phelps: You blew up six blocks and God knows how many people are dead.
Fred: I regret that.
Detective Biggs: That's laudable.
Detective Phelps: We'll be in touch Mr. Nicolson. Can you send us Dr. McLellan and Miss Okamoto's personnel files?
Fred: I will if I can find them.
Detective Phelps: By the way, we also found the collar of a shirt. It has a laundry tag?
Fred: Likely to be Dr. McLellan. The majority of people that worked here don't use a laundry service.
Detective Phelps: You know the way. You can drive.
Detective Biggs: And where exactly are we going? You think McLellan went up in smoke? Or is he still alive?
Detective Phelps: You could ask the same question about Tomoko Okamoto.
Detective Biggs: I guess you could. You got an answer?
Detective Phelps: Not yet, but I'm working on it.
Operator, give me dispatch.
Operator: Putting you through now.
Detective Phelps: Detective Phelps, badge 1247.
Dispatch: How can I help, Detective?
Detective Phelps: Can you speak to someone at the Army Air Force base for me, please?
Dispatch: Of course, Detective.
Detective Phelps: Tell them I have what I believe is an aircraft part. It's polished metal, light for its size. It looks like a cone of some sort. It's stamped on the inside "P and W Wasp Major R-4360."
Dispatch: I'll get back to you detective, when you check in for messages. Anything else?
Detective Phelps: I need an address for Superior Laundry Services.
Dispatch: Closest store to your location is in Wilshire, 4766 Melrose Avenue.
Detective Phelps: Thanks for your help.
Detective Biggs: Somebody turned the place over. We'd better watch our step.
Do you think I could fit in there? I couldn't fit in there.
Detective Phelps: I'd like to think you would have had something more to say about getting shoved in a fridge, Herschel. One to the head, one to the heart. Point blank. Could be a class ring? Longines Lindbergh. Very expensive watch favored by flyboys. I always wanted one as a kid.
Detective Biggs: That's funny. As a kid all I wanted was some food on the table.
Detective Phelps: Looks like we have a match.
Detective Biggs: Interesting dame, this Okamoto. What is it exactly?
Detective Phelps: Microfilm. A document shrunk to the size of your thumb nail.
Detective Biggs: Broad must have amazing eyesight.
Detective Phelps: You know what this is, Biggs?
Detective Biggs: Sure, the department gives you one of those when you retire.
Biggs, badge 525. I'll need a couple of black and whites at 133 North Vermont Ave, Wilshire. We'll need an ambulance and the coroner. And probably a team from Technical Services as well.