- Kit Endocott: [opens the door to her apartment] Joe.
- Joe Mannix: Hello, Kit.
- Kit Endocott: Hi. Come on in. Uh, can I get you anything, Joe? You want coffee to drink or something?
- Joe Mannix: No thanks. I... didn't hear about Harry until just this morning.
- [hands Kit a letter]
- Joe Mannix: Was he in some kind of trouble?
- Kit Endocott: I hadn't talked to him in more than two months.
- Joe Mannix: Kit, just what happened between you two?
- Kit Endocott: One blonde too many.
- [Joe lights a cigarette for her]
- Kit Endocott: Good, old, loyal friend, Joe, huh? You know, if this hadn't happened, and Harry called on you for help, I'll bet you'd have just come running, wouldn't you?
- Joe Mannix: He would've done the same for me.
- Kit Endocott: Harry never did anything in his life for anybody but Harry. That time he pulled you out of the burning half-track, he did it to prove he was the better man. You didn't know your old friend. You just didn't know him at all.
- Joe Mannix: Kit, he's dead.
- Kit Endocott: Then there's nothing more for you to do, so you can go back to Los Angeles. Please.
- Joe Mannix: [sighs] Would you have any idea why someone would set up an apartment to make it look like as though it were mine?
- Kit Endocott: No, I don't know why. But he's dead, Joe. It just doesn't matter anymore. Go home.
- Joe Mannix: I think I'll stick around a while, Kit. I want to know who Art Butler saw yesterday. It certainly wasn't me. Anyway, if you think of something, give me a call. I'm sure I'm in the book.