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Morning, Mr. Clay.

Scopes, good to see you. It's nice to see you, sir.

Has my sister arrived yet? Miss Clay's helicopter is scheduled to arrive around

noon. Good. That gives me a chance to get Walter Carlson in gear.

I want to review your security plans.

Everything's under control, sir.

Thank you, Janet.

Morgan Clay has arrived.

Walter, good to see you. Gosh, you're looking great, fella. Thank you. You're

looking very well yourself.

On behalf of your corporation, it's a pleasure to have you with us, Mr. Clay.

Oh, cut the protocol.

Call me Morgan.

May I present Dr. Dan Weston?

Dan? And his wife, Dr. Kate Weston. Kate?

In charge of the Clay resource, right?

Well, Kate is really in charge.

We try to keep it in good working order. I'm afraid we're going to need

everything we've got in the next few days.

I waited to tell you in person because we're about to take on a very touchy

security problem.

Bob Scopes warned us to expect something unusual.

Yes, I alerted Captain Scopes.

You see, we've received a kidnap threat against my sister Carolyn.

As you know, she, my brother Julian, and I each own a third of the Clay

Corporation. No public stockholders, just family.

Worth almost $1 billion.

So kidnap threats must be taken very seriously.

Do you have any idea who's behind it? My office in San Francisco received an

anonymous tip. Of course, we receive a lot of crank calls hoping for handouts.

But this particular one mentioned my sister's new project, the Planetary

Planning Commission.

Then whoever it is knows that she's coming here. She's invited delegates

all over the map.

Could be radicals, terrorists, hate the rich crackpots. Or an old -fashioned

grab at a blue -chip ransom.

Whoever it is, I want Carolyn protected 24 hours a day.

I don't need to tell you. She's got a mind of her own. She probably won't

cooperate. Won't cooperate?

Nothing must interfere with her plans for the new commission.

She's more than a little put out with me at the moment because I voted no to the

whole thing.

I am opposed to inviting outsiders here to the research facility.

However, my vote doesn't mean much since she cast a spell over my brother

Julian.

Two out of three controls the ship. Well, I'm sure that we can be discreet.

She won't even know she's got a bodyguard.

Terrific.

Here's a list of preparations to make her happy.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Captain Scopes wants to show me the security system.

Kate? Dan?

Descending from our hearts.

And the ground reports your brother Julian is with her.

It takes a lot to pry Julian out of his club.

You're going to have to handle him with kid gloves.

We're set up and ready, sir.

It's in your hands.

I could do with a drink.

I can take care of everything.

Excuse me.

On behalf of the entire staff, welcome.

I'm Dan Weston. How do you do? How do you do?

I'm really very happy to meet you at last. I've been following the glowing

reports of our clay resource.

It's turned out to be a great asset for the corporation, although I'm sorry to

say I haven't the faintest idea what it is or how it works. We try to keep it

under wraps. I intend to familiarize myself with it. Oh, really? As soon as

complete the arrangements on my new project. We received your instructions,

I've suspended all operations.

Our entire research staff is on two weeks' vacation to make room for your

guests. We've received acceptances from 20 delegates, 12 of them are Nobel Prize

winners. We'll be ready with the red carpet.

This is not a social event, Mr. Carlson. I intend this to be a meeting of minds,

the finest in the world. The Planetary Planning Commission is a congress of

authentic geniuses assembled under Clay auspices to determine and to publicize

practical priorities in world economy, energy, and environment.

I'm all for it. It's about time someone with clout came up with a new set of

world priorities.

It's got to happen, Dr. Weston. Miss Clay, would you care to inspect the

accommodation?

We have three days to prepare.

Conference facilities, catering staff, waiters who won't spill the soup. I hope

you ordered some decent wines. Oh, that's all been attended to by someone

knows. Your brother Morgan's given me a complete list of instructions.

Morgan? He's here? I thought he turned thumbs down. Where is he? Well, I

he's inspecting the security system.

Oh, apparently dear Morgan's beginning to see things our way.

Let me freshen up a little and ask him to join us for some sharing. Of course.

No, no, I have to stay visible.

After all, she'll expect to see me around.

Oh, yes, she expects you to stay very close.

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

No.

She's just a very charming, attractive steamroller, that's all.

I mean, out of all the scientists we have working on projects around here,

you're the only one she saw fit to invite to this bash.

It's not exactly a bash.

And the address did say Dr. and Mrs. Weston.

Yes, but you notice it didn't say Dr. and Mr. Weston.

She's... She's gorgeous.

Attractive.

And I think she has designs on your body.

Good. Let's hope she can help us find it.

All right.

She's mad for your mind.

You don't have anything to worry about.

I'm just another pretty face.

She only knew.

J. Hoskins, M. Schroeder Pastry.

R .D., Jay Holloway, wait here.

M .D. Angelo, bartender.

January delivery, pitch and pull.

Armistead Catering Service.

How many you got in there? Two people on silverware, canopy maker, woman on

linens. That's four plus myself.

Guard get the name?

Got them all here on the clearance sheet.

Report to the kitchen.

Yes, sir.

Who is it?

It's Walter, Dan.

The Bob Scopes is with me. It's urgent.

I'm sorry to break in like this, but I thought it was important that we speak

you both immediately.

It concerns the resource.

All right, Bob.

Would you care to repeat your orders?

I'm sorry, Walter.

I don't want to get hard -nosed about it, but I can't protect Miss Clay's life

unless I have complete control.

Now, as chief of security, I am ordering you to hand over the Clay resource.

Hand it over?

Yes. It's not exactly a ham sandwich.

I mean I want it under my control so that I can use it, apply it, or whatever

you do with it.

But this is a need -to -know situation.

And I'm ordering you to hand over a full set of instructions with full command.

Over my dead body. Do you want to take it up with Morgan Clay? I've told you

that Clay Resource is protected by a classified contract with ironclad

clauses. The answer is no.

All right, Walter.

Would you page Mr. Morgan Clay, please? As executive director of the

corporation, I insist on supervisory control. I'm sure we can work it out.

Dan and Kate Weston under my sole jurisdiction.

Now, let's be reasonable.

We all want to protect Carolyn, right?

I don't think you understand, Mr. Clay. Morgan, and I do understand.

But we have to have someone in charge.

Well, with all due respect, Morgan, Walter Carlson is in charge. Not of

security. The Clay Corporation.

Buildings, equipment, personnel, everything we own must be under the

of Captain Scopes and his security guard. The Clay Corporation has a

which guarantees the services of the Clay Resource.

You do not own it. Are you telling me that members of the Clay family are not

entitled to full access to whatever this thing is? We're simply telling you that

that's the way the contract's written.

And if it is broken, a lot of people are going to be forced to hand in their

resignations. As of...

Now, hold on, please. Don't talk of resigning. Carolyn would hit the

I'm afraid we'd have no choice.

End of clay resource.

Now, look. There's no point in wrecking one of our most valuable assets.

You will receive a directive from the board forbidding any more classified

contracts. You're lucky my sister doesn't know we're keeping secrets from

ourselves. Captain Scopes, you have your security system.

Hand -picked guards, electronic gear. You can take care of Carolyn without any

esoteric devices.

And... You've got the darn thing as a backup in case you run into problems. I

guess I misunderstood.

I apologize, Mr. Carlson. Forget it, Bob. I'm sorry if I got a little

We're all in this thing together.

Let's remember that.

Shall we?

Captain?

I hope you both realize how close we came to stark, raving unemployment.

Tell us about it.

Hello?

Marvin, you're over here. Robert, I'm there.

Wallace, the thing's here. Dorothy, you come with me.

I think this will be all right.

Hello, Oscar?

The research library must be available to all delegates day and night. I've

added three shifts to our regular library staff. That way they'll have

assistance 24 hours a day. So the library is fully computerized.

I'll program the computer to cross -reference in the eight major languages.

Fine. I just never get used to computers.

Also, be sure to order current publications in all available language

That's already been done, Miss Clay. Oh, that's why you run our corporation, Mr.

Carlson. May we see the theater now? Of course, right this way.

We'll be using the theater constantly for conferences, special papers.

We'll need a large TV screen for documentaries.

Well, actually, the room isn't used too often as a theater.

Then what is it for?

Julian, nothing in the Clay Corporation is ever quite what it seems.

Then what is it?

Well, don't you remember? We approved the designs.

You see, the theater covers the atomic research lab. And the floor is built on

hydraulic pistons, and those pistons control the rods down in the reactor

Sergeant Ryan, I believe you have a security key.

Would you give us a little demonstration?

But just one rod.

Obviously, we wouldn't want to push it up to its full power.

Yes, sir.

under the foundation.

But the theater can be used for beaches and seminars, can't it?

Certainly. I see no problem.

That's good.

Sergeant, I'd like to have Miss Clay's approval of the table service, please.

Certainly, I'll get her.

Excuse me, Mr. Carlson. Excuse me.

Yes,

Sergeant.

Miss Clay, the caters are in the hall, and they would like your approval on

several matters.

Certainly. Julie?

You're supposed to shut down all research for two weeks.

Well, the reactor doesn't interfere with the use of the theater. It's 60 foot

down and fully shielded.

Dessert. All right.

No holder.

And this napkin will be fine. Yes, ma 'am. The china.

Oh, Carolyn's wandering away.

Excuse me, Walter. I'll just be a moment. I'm going to keep an eye on the

silver. I'll go with you.

That's a hot slug.

Sergeant Ryan!

Sergeant Ryan!

Help!

All right, get on the telephone.

We've got security done to block off the gate.

How's these two following?

Captain Scopes, emergency.

Put my stuff behind the dinner board.

Thank you.

I don't know. I was hit in the head and all of a sudden I was tied up.

Do you know how long it's going to take me to clean this place up?

Why didn't you use your weapons?

I was afraid I might hit Miss Clash.

Did you get a close look at them, sir? It happened so fast.

I mean, caterers, they all look alike.

You said that you never saw these men before.

Armistead caterers was cleared on my list of gate passes. We just checked

out. Somebody phoned Armistead and canceled. It wasn't their truck or their

people.

How could they jam the doors? This had to be planned from the inside.

By someone who knows the place inside out. Are you all right, Mr. Clay? Fine.

Any word about Carolyn?

I'm sorry, sir. She's gone.

So much for your security precautions.

So much for the Clay resource.

Captain, scopes come with me.

Kate, where the devil is Dan? Now, what happened? I wish I knew. He went after

them when I tried to get scopes on the phone.

May I have... Everyone's attention, please.

Everyone's attention, please.

As you all know, I... Or at least I think you know, a woman's life is at

here.

Carolyn Clay's life.

Now, what you can remember about what happened may make the difference between

finding her in time or finding her dead.

So before you have a chance to start thinking of other things, I want you all

think back on everything you saw and heard.

And I want you to write down everything that happened.

No matter how small it may seem to you now, I want you to write it down so you

don't forget it.

I will pass out papers and pencils. Sergeant Ryan.

And where did you disappear to?

That's not funny.

Uh -oh, I think I'm about to be interrogated.

Excuse me, Mr. Clay.

Dr. Weston?

Dr. Weston, where have you been? We've been looking for you. I was in the

theater, in the lighting booth.

I saw what happened to Miss Clay. Oh? She was struggling with one of the

caterers. I ran forward to help, but I fell down.

I thought I must have tripped, but then I awoke in the lighting booth.

The way my head feels now, someone must have come up behind me and hit me hard

and dumped me up there. You say you saw Miss Clay struggling with some men?

Yes. Is that all you saw?

No, I saw Miss Clay's brother Julian and Sergeant Ryan. They hit him and he fell

down.

And you just came around now.

That means you've been unconscious for more than an hour.

Are you sure you don't need a doctor?

No, I have a splitting headache and I could do with a couple of aspirins and a

massage.

Well, by all means, you take care of yourself, Dr. Weston.

I'll be waiting to talk to you.

Anytime, Bob.

Excuse me, please.

Mr. Carlson.

Bob, I think we may have a way of identifying those kidnappers.

How? Your security system.

Now, every passageway in this building has got a closed -circuit television

camera. There has to be a tape record somewhere.

We have the cameras, but we do not have a continuous tape recording. Somebody

must have seen something on the monitors.

The monitors are in my office, sir, and unfortunately I was out of patrol.

You mean no one was watching the monitors?

Captain, I want a man on those monitors 24 hours a day.

cold in the lighting booth. Was that the best thing you could think of? It's not

easy being the man on the stair who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today. How I wish he'd go away.

All right, I give up. Where were you?

I was on that catering truck that left this facility.

With Carolyn?

Maybe. What do you mean? She was kidnapped and taken away in a catering

Bear with me for a minute.

I jumped on the back of the truck as it was pulling away so I didn't see who was

inside it.

It drove down a country road about four or five miles and it went into a

clearing where there was a helicopter waiting for them.

You're not catching another cold, I hope. There was a fight in the kitchen.

got a face full of pepper.

It's either that or walking pneumonia.

Oh, let's hope it's the pepper.

You know, it didn't make sense out there.

How many caterers were there?

How many did you see?

Four.

Scopes asked everybody that question.

No, wait. One of the cooks said there were five, so one of them must have

in the kitchen.

All right. There were four or five.

Whatever. Caterers. Plus Carol and Clay. That's five or six.

But there were only three people in the truck.

Two men and one woman.

Do you mind telling me what you're trying to compute?

Well, that just means it doesn't compute.

Two men and a woman dressed like Carolyn Clay ran out of the truck. They ran

across to the helicopter.

Now, what doesn't make sense about that?

Well, the helicopter couldn't carry any more. No, they were all three running.

Don't you see?

Carolyn Clay wouldn't have been running. They might have dragged her or carried

her, but she would not have been running of her own accord.

I don't think that was Carolyn in that truck.

Then the truck and the helicopter was all... It was a trick, a decoy. It would

certainly be a great way of pulling the FBI and the police away from here.

Okay.

Carolyn Clay did not leave the corporation.

Well, if she never left, she'd be here, and she's not. There are hundreds of

rooms in this place. Labs, storage spaces, offices.

If she's been kidnapped for a ransom, she has to be held somewhere until the

ransom's paid. And what better place than her own corporation, patrolled by

own security guards?

Well, that would account for missing caterers.

They're probably holding her here right under our noses.

What are you doing?

I'm going to call Walter.

Scopes might have had the phones tapped.

Yes, I suppose I am under suspicion.

Oh, sweetheart, this whole thing is making me very nervous.

Okay, let's not tell anyone.

Not Scopes, not anybody.

Before we do, let's see if I can't get some proof that she's still here.

If she is here.

Well, I better start searching.

I'm going to have to do it invisibly, so if anybody comes looking for me, you're

going to have to cover.

I'll just tell them you came to know the bad case of Pepper.

It doesn't seem that any of these tell us anything more than we already know.

Oh.

Must have happened pretty fast.

Excuse me.

Captain Scopes, go ahead.

Are you sure? I mean, there's no mistake.

Thank you.

The police have found the catering truck, and they've lifted a full set of

prints. They belong to Dr. Daniel Weston.

Weston?

That's impossible.

I hear you.

And you heard me double -check.

There's no mistake.

Dr. Weston was also unaccounted for a good part of the day.

But Dr. Weston is one of the country's most respected physicists.

I'm not jumping to any conclusions, Mr. Clay.

But I think I should have a talk with Dr. Weston. Do that.

Now.

Captain Scopes, may I come in?

I'm trying to work, Captain. I'm behind on my research report.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Westman, but I must insist.

Your husband.

Is he working, too?

No.

Where is he?

He has a headache.

He went out for a walk.

A walk.

Mrs. Weston, where was your husband while Mr. Carlson and Mr. Clay were

in the theater?

Where he said he was?

Unconscious? In the light booth?

And you didn't know he was there?

Does that explain why his fingerprints were found by the police on the catering

truck which was used to kidnap Carolyn Clay?

His fingerprint?

Yes, his fingerprint.

Verified by the FBI in Washington.

What do they know?

Apparently a lot more than you're telling us.

You better come along with us.

Mr. Clay.

Captain Scopes, may I see you for a moment?

Yes, sir. I was just going to ask Mrs. Weston a few questions.

I've told them everything I know. Don't worry, Mrs. Weston. I intend to get this

cleared out. We'll just be a minute.

Would you mind waiting outside, please?

Garden.

Where is Dan Weston? I don't know yet.

How could he have been on that truck?

No way.

Unless, of course, he was snooping around outside. I don't like it.

Neither do I.

I have warned you about the clay resource people.

And I still think it's time you put them under my jurisdiction.

You heard Carlson threatening to resign.

It was all going like clockwork.

The decoy worked like a charm.

The FBI and the police are looking everywhere but here.

If Weston was snooping earlier, he may have caught on. Well, he's not in his

lab. Find him!

Mrs. Weston?

Mrs. Weston, would you like to sit down?

It's Dr.

Weston. I prefer to stand.

Dr. Weston, I hate to act like an inquisitor, but unless you can give me

explanation for your husband's disappearance... I'm sorry, Captain.

I'm tired, and I've been through a lot.

Or else I would try to make up some story which might satisfy you.

What would you prefer?

My husband's a werewolf?

My husband's a vampire?

There is no other explanation other than the obvious ones you've already heard.

I'm not convinced.

Convinced of what?

That your husband wasn't involved in the kidnapping.

Well, that's ridiculous.

You know perfectly well my husband is a scientist working for the Clay

Corporation. Now, why would he want any harm to come to Carol and Clay? I'd like

to hear him answer that.

And I'd also like to know where he was and where he is now.

I can't help you, Captain.

You can't or you won't.

All right, you can go back to your laboratory.

But there'll be a man stationed outside your door.

And I'll let you know when I find your husband.

Good luck, Captain.

All corporate and private vehicles are accounted for.

And he's not in any of the main buildings.

That means he's on the ground somewhere.

The corporate facilities only cover 15 acres, Dr. Weston.

And if he's trying to escape, I intend to apprehend him.

My husband is not a criminal, Captain.

The police and the FBI want him.

I'm going to track him down.

Dr. Weston.

Captain Scope, I'm sorry it took us so long to get here. I had to go pick up my

fart. Do you know these dogs? I've worked with them. Don't worry, they'll

your man.

I go back to school to learn how not to attack flag boats. I'm sorry, Captain.

They've never acted this way before.

Your dogs are no good. What's going on? Those dogs are after something.

That's right.

Hey, maybe a whistle. An ultrasonic whistle that only a dog can hear.

Come on, get him out of here.

Bless you.

You're limping. If you've been running around barefoot all day, you'd be

too. What, your leg?

No, my foot. I think I sprained it. What happened?

Scopes set his dogs on me.

Oh, no.

Honey, hop on the table. Let me give you a foot massage.

You know, I

really don't like this whole thing.

Scopes came up here looking for you.

He said they found your fingerprints on the catering truck.

Yeah, he came looking for me, all right.

How'd you know I was limping? Well, I heard you.

When you can't see your husband, you learn to know what he sounds like. And

the way, you're rubbing the wrong foot.

How do I sound?

Terrible. Yeah, I'm sore all over. I had to climb a flagpole to get away.

Get away from those dogs.

I think I left half my skin on it. That's not funny, Dan. He's probably

arranging a warrant for your arrest.

Well, I don't dare show my face around here.

What's so funny?

It tickles.

Big baby.

What if she's not hidden here?

What if that was Carolyn running to the helicopter?

No, I'm positive.

The woman I saw was not Carolyn Clay. Listen, I've looked in the labs, checked

the grounds, storage room, laundry room, the loading dock, and the kitchen was

full of people.

No, she didn't come back to the theater.

Which leaves the library.

Behind a bookcase? The research department in the library is like a

warren.

Oh, come on, you'll have to distract our guard friend again.

I'll think of something.

Are you sure your foot's all right? I could use an invisible crutch.

Are you coming?

I'm already here.

Got a cigarette?

Forget it.

All right, look at it this way.

What if Carolyn never comes back?

What if she's dead?

I don't want to think about it. You and I inherit her shares in the corporation,

equally. We each get half.

Fifty -fifty.

Why do we have to talk about it now?

You always lined up with her, Julian.

Two against one.

Now it's one to one.

What makes you so sure that she's dead?

Threats against her? No ransom demands?

People hate what she stands for, Julian.

Her insane causes.

World planning.

Wasting millions of dollars on idealistic hogwash.

She's wrecking this corporation.

She's trying to use it for peaceful purposes.

She is destroying it.

Refusing war contracts. Vetoing weapons developments.

Governments. Important governments.

have begged us to accept contracts in nuclear research.

But Carolyn doesn't believe in realities.

She doesn't believe in war.

Doesn't she know that there's a starving world out there just waiting to tear

people like us to pieces?

We have an atomic lab buried in this building which she waits on medical

research for them.

Cure their diseases so they can rise up to kill us.

Believe me, Julian.

You and I will use that lab for practical projects.

I don't want to argue, Morgan.

I don't know how to solve the problems of the world.

I just want to lead a quiet, peaceful, self -indulgent life.

Julian, you will.

I promise you.

Give me control of the corporation and you can retire safe and sound.

Give you control? You don't want to oppose me.

We mustn't let this come to a deadlock.

This guarantees you all the money you'll ever need and all the toys you'll ever

want to play with.

What if Carolyn is alive?

Sign it.

I'll need some time to read it.

By all means, read it.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Did he sign it? Not yet. He doesn't believe she's dead.

He'll believe it when he sees it.

How long will it take?

She'll be dead by morning.

Can't it go any faster? We can't move the rods any more than we have.

See, the needles record any increase in radiation.

Let's be sure we're all lined up.

I've prepared a statement.

Carolyn Clay was discovered by security personnel in the atomic research chamber

where she had apparently tried to hide from her abductors.

Death was due to prolonged exposure to radiation.

Well, that says it all.

All that's left are the two caterers. They're on guard. We'll sit them out

dark. Fine. Why don't you check downstairs?

Like it.

How much does she have?

It's a very slow process, like sunburn. If she got out now, she'd just be weak

for a couple of days.

Dr. Weston!

Dr. Weston?

Hurry!

We haven't much time.

There are people around here that want to see you dead.

Dr. Weston, is that you? I can't see a thing.

It's sort of an optical illusion. I'll explain later.

Hello? Kate?

Dan, are you all right? I found Carolyn.

Where are you?

Up in the lighting booth. We need help.

I'm stuck with this guard.

Call Walter.

Tell him to come and pick you up. Tell him to watch out for Scopes and Ryan.

They're in on it with Morgan Clay.

Morgan? Morgan?

It's a power grab to steal control of the corporation, but there's a way to

it. Now listen carefully and do exactly as I say.

Carolyn can't help you now, Julian. Sign it. I promised her when we inherited

the corporation I would never let you take over.

Oh, you did.

Well, she's not coming back. You're all alone, Julian.

Look, Morgan, I don't want to fight with you. You've always been too strong for

me. Carolyn is dead.

Sign it.

What do you think you're doing?

I didn't do that.

Sit down and sign it. Sign it. Right here and now.

That won't be necessary.

Carolyn!

How did you... Escape, Morgan?

You're... She's alive.

Thank God you're all right.

Don't, Morgan.

Don't say how worried you've been.

I know you tried to kill me. You can't mean that, Carolyn.

You're my sister. We're your brothers.

Julian is my brother.

You know I wouldn't hurt anyone. I know you want to control the corporation more

than anything.

You want war contracts, weapon research, power.

Oh, yes.

You want to hurt everyone.

You want me dead.

Pick it up and read it to Carolyn.

I don't know what you're trying to do, Carolyn.

I was with Mr.

Carlson when you were kidnapped.

You can't accuse me or anyone without proof.

Oh, you dropped something, Morgan.

See? Carolyn Clay was discovered by the security personnel in the atomic

research chamber where she had apparently tried to hide from her

That's enough!

Hold it, Morgan.

Don't move.

Let me finish, please.

Death was due to prolonged exposure to radiation.

Morgan Clay.

of your rescue.

Perfect.

About that optical illusion, Dr. Weston.

Well, it's simply a matter of light.

Well, it's just file it under clay resource.

It's classified.

Incidentally, the FBI picked up Morgan's accomplices trying to escape.

What do you mean classified?

Scopes and Ryan confessed.

Walter. It's a matter of contract.

What'll happen to Morgan? Well, he'll probably be committed.

In that case, you and Carolyn will have to administer the entire corporation.

Including the clay resource.

You never give up, do you, Carolyn?

I promise.

Whatever it is, it'll always be used for peaceful purposes.

I'll hold you to that promise.

I'll drink to that.