Joe Mannix: Elizabeth Farrell?
Liz Farrell: You went to some trouble finding me.
Joe Mannix: Is it Miss Farrell?
Liz Farrell: Missus.
Joe Mannix: My name is Joe Mannix, Mrs. Farrell, and it was no trouble at all. A friend of mine at the DMV checked out your car license, and the auto rental agency gave me your address.
Liz Farrell: Come in, Mr. Mannix.
Joe Mannix: Thank you.
Liz Farrell: I suppose you want to know why I was at the cemetery?
Joe Mannix: If you don't mind telling me.
Liz Farrell: I read about the little girl in the paper.
Joe Mannix: And you donated $500?
Liz Farrell: Yes.
Joe Mannix: So that the little girl wouldn't be quite alone?
Liz Farrell: I had a daughter. She would've been the same age. Four years ago, her father was driving her to San Francisco. They were going to the circus.
Joe Mannix: Mm.
Liz Farrell: I was down with the flu. I couldn't be with them. Just outside of Merced, a trailer jumped the center divider and hit the car. They were both...
[pauses]
Liz Farrell: Mr. Mannix, what's your interest in all this?
Joe Mannix: About the same as yours, Mrs. Farrell. I felt the little girl... well, deserved someone. Thanks for seeing me.
Liz Farrell: Not at all.