Joyce Henshaw: Don. Are you all right?
Don Wilkerson: Yeah, the doctor said to stay in bed for a few days. You okay?
Joyce Henshaw: Yes, just fine.
Wilkerson: This is Mr. Mannix, a private detective. He wants to talk to you.
Don Wilkerson: About what?
Joe Mannix: Vic Henshaw's accident.
Joyce Henshaw: Don, did you take your gun out to the plant Sunday?
Don Wilkerson: No.
Joe Mannix: Where were you on Sunday?
Don Wilkerson: About what time?
Joe Mannix: Oh, say, uh, between 12:00 noon and 2:00 pm.
Don Wilkerson: I was here with my dad watching the football game.
Joe Mannix: Yeah, what game was that?
Wilkerson: The 49ers. Would you like the score? We sat through the final whistle together.
Don Wilkerson: Joyce, what's this all about?
Joyce Henshaw: [sighs] I asked Mr. Mannix to find out how Vic really died.
Don Wilkerson: Why?
Joyce Henshaw: They said Vic was drunk. I... didn't believe it.
Wilkerson: Mannix found three empty shells out of that old M16 of yours at the plant.
Don Wilkerson: Oh... and you thought that...
Joyce Henshaw: I-I didn't know what to think.
Joe Mannix: That's why she hired me.
Wilkerson: Don has been out at the plant on Sunday before with his rifle, and he has fired it, but not last Sunday. Those shells must be from before.
Joe Mannix: Angie McCall, uh, heard gunfire at the plant Sunday.
Wilkerson: Hunters- it's deer season. I think you better go back to bed, son. I'll take care of Joyce, Mr. Mannix.
Don Wilkerson: Yes, I am feeling kind of rocky.
[to Joyce]
Don Wilkerson: I'm sorry, honey.
[kisses Joyce on the cheek]
Don Wilkerson: I'm sorry. Sorry.
[walks back to his bedroom]
Wilkerson: Now, we find need detectives to solve our problems, Joyce.
Joyce Henshaw: I just didn't know what to do.
Wilkerson: Well, next time, you come to me, hmm? I'm the complaint department in this family. You promise?
Joyce Henshaw: Yes.
Wilkerson: Good. Now, I think you better tell Mr. Mannix that we don't need his services any longer.
Joyce Henshaw: You were- you were wrong, weren't you?
Joe Mannix: Not if Don was lying about where he was Sunday.
Joyce Henshaw: Don wouldn't lie.
Joe Mannix: I've got three empty shells, I've got a witness that heard gunfire, and I've got a diabetic who supposedly put away a bottle of liquor.
Wilkerson: If Don's lying, I'm lying.
Joe Mannix: That would keep it in the family, wouldn't it?
