Eve Vayle: Welcome home, darling.
Johnny Vayle: Okay, what is it? Why did you want me to set down out here?
Eve Vayle: It was Luchek's idea. Federal agents are waiting for you in L.A. They want those records.
Johnny Vayle: What does he want me to do?
Eve Vayle: Turn them over to me, and then you land in L.A. clean.
Johnny Vayle: No... No chance. This stuff is dynamite. And Luchek should know better than to involve you.
Eve Vayle: But I'm your wife. He has no other choice. Trust me, darling. Luchek said...
Johnny Vayle: Forget what Luchek said. I collected this stuff, and I'll make the decisions about it. And I'm not so sure how much I *can* trust you, darling. You're too beautiful.
Person on Tape: [voice on tape] Good morning, Mr. Phelps. Two days ago a private plane exploded while en route to Los Angeles, killing John Vayle, a member of an underworld family headed by Stanley Luchek. We have reason to believe Vayle's death was arranged by Vayle's wife, Eve, enabling her to obtain records he carried vital to the Luchek organization. In the proper hands, those records would put an end to the mob's operation and place Luchek himself behind bars for life. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to locate those records and turn them over to the authorities. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.