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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy.

And they were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that,

and now they work for me. My name is Charlie.

I'll take it, Putty.

Tell Pierre he can bring the car up now.

Yes, ma'am.

Let me look at you.

Just a minute, please.

Anything showing?

More leg than is decent for a woman your age.

What would Mr. Rodeheaver say?

Yes. Who is it, please?

Yes.

No.

Yes,

I understand.

Very well.

Don't get out, Pierre.

I'm late already.

In the past three months, three burglaries,

three heavily insured items gone without a trace.

My company may have to consider

a drastic increase in your premiums.

My horoscope shows that three is my unlucky number.

Now you take four...

Four, we would consider instant cancellation.

You mustn't...

Harlan would be furious.

Uh, Harlan?

My husband.

Oh, I see.

We'll hope he never hears about it!

But he will...

Madam Dorian says that when she gets through to...

Excuse me, I'm sorry. Madam Dorian?

Just an acquaintance.

Oh.

I don't see how you can expect anymore.

I've retained Mr. Townsend's cherubs.

Cherubs?

Angels. That's what Charlie calls them. Angels.

Dynamite.

That's Sabrina Duncan behind you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jill Munroe.

And last but not least, Kelly Garrett.

Hello.

Female private detectives?

Yes. I've hired them to discover who stole my jewelry.

I would hope they might recover some of it.

The police have already done that, you know.

Yes, I do know.

Well, the safe hasn't been punched, peeled,

drilled or blown.

Oh. Really?

That's right, and I gather from the police report

that there were no fingerprints.

Sounds like an inside job.

Inside?

Do you mean one of my servants?

We don't really suspect your husband, Mrs. Rodeheaver.

That's comforting...

Mr. Rodeheaver passed over three years ago.

Passed over?

It's an expression of Madam Dorian's. Expired. Deceased.

Oh, oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

This Madam Dorian is...?

Is my advisor. Oh.

Who else is in the house?

My housekeeper. And the chauffeur.

You've checked their references?

Oh, yes, indeed.

20 years ago.

You might just as well suspect me as Putty or Pierre.

Well, it looks like the work of a regular Jimmy Valentine.

You see!

They've got a suspect already!

If I may ask, how do you girls intend to proceed?

Well, I'm going to call Charlie now

and make a preliminary report.

You're welcome to listen in if you'd like to.

Yes, Angel? How are things with Mrs. Rodeheaver?

Fine, Charlie.

Whoever robbed the safe

evidently had the combination.

Now, the client has ruled out the household staff.

I think we should probably stick to friends,

acquaintances, trades people.

Probably one of us should stay in the house.

Sounds like you're on the right track, Angel.

Keep in touch.

Will do.

Charlie thinks it would be a good idea

if I moved in for a few days.

That is, if you didn't mind.

Into my house?

I would just sort of tag along, and,

act kind of like a secretary.

Whatever for?

Well, because someone in your circle

has been stealing from you.

You're going to spy on my friends?

Mrs. Rodeheaver,

believe me, one of your friends is not a friend.

Mrs. Rodeheaver, this advisor you mentioned, Madam Dorian...?

Who is she exactly?

Well, if you must know, she's my spiritual advisor.

How does she "advise" you?

She doesn't really "advise" me.

I speak to Harlan through her.

Sabrina?

Yes. Yeah.

You'll find it terribly dull traipsing around

after an old lady, but if you must do it, let's get cracking.

You want to talk about inside?

I'll give you the inside... That chauffeur.

Oh, really? Why?

Because he's the closest thing we have to a butler, right, Bos?

Because he's too handsome. And too French.

Well, you got to admit that uniform is kind of cute.

What are you measuring me up for?

I am not thrilled.

Oh, it's you, Bosley.

Definitely.

You're fine, Bosley.

I just hope I can pull off my end of it.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun and games!

You'll be an heiress, whose daddy

was the most wonderful man who ever lived...

And, uh, let's put him in oil, Alaskan oil.

Can you do an Alaskan accent?

Do Alaskans have accents?

Don't ask me. I am just a French chauffeur.

You know, we have oil in Texas too, Jill.

Okay, whatever.

Anyway, the old boy just kicked off last year...

Passed over.

And left you barrels of it.

Money, not oil.

And that's the problem, you see.

All these big financial decisions to make

and no wonderful daddy to guide you.

When daddy's gone, Madam Dorian takes over.

Hey, I wonder what Sabrina's been able to find out

about the good madam.

Pump, Sabrina, pump.

There's nothing like it for firming up the thighs.

Mrs. Rodeheaver,

we have to check out all your contacts.

Now, I don't understand your reluctance

to talk about Madam Dorian.

I told you, she's a spiritualist.

And quite extraordinary.

You mean, you've gotten messages

from your late husband through her?

Harlan continues to advise me,

on business affairs, as he always did.

Oh, well, that must be a great comfort to you.

Oh, we shouldn't be too long, Bosley.

Do try to stay awake.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes?

May I be of service?

This is Miss Ostling.

Ostling?

The daughter of L. Burton Ostling.

Ostling oil?

Mrs. Rodeheaver had called about a consultation

with Madam Dorian.

Ah, yes.

Would you come this way?

Many, many people seek out Madam Dorian for surcease

from the trouble of this earthly existence,

in search of assurance that there is life beyond death.

Hm?

Absolutely.

But not all who come here are sincere.

Oh, yes, we get the scoffers,

the mischief-makers, who, in their ignorance,

waste the time and precious strength of Madam.

Oh, you don't have to sell me.

Back in Detroit, I was so scrambled

even my psychiatrist gave up.

But would you believe in four sittings with a medium,

I got it altogether.

Then it's your friend here who is troubled?

Oh, yes. Her father died last year.

Perhaps I should interview Miss Ostling alone, hm?

Oh, great. I'll wait outside.

Please relax, Miss Ostling.

Feel at peace with the universe.

I am Terrence, you may call me that.

All right, Terrence.

What is your first name, Miss Ostling?

Kelly.

You seem tense, Kelly.

I'm going to play some music to help you relax.

I want you to concentrate on the music.

Listen very carefully...

So that you'll always recognize it.

Are you concentrating?

Yes.

Listen to the sound of my voice and the music.

Concentrate.

Count back from 100.

100,

99,

98,

97,

- When you reach 90, - 96,

you will sleep,

95,

and hear only my voice

94.

And the music.

93,

92,

91,

90.

Sleep.

Can you hear me, Kelly?

Yes.

Good.

From now on, each time you hear the music

you will answer questions about your loved ones,

and hear only my voice.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Well, I can tell by looking at you, it was a good interview.

Miss Ostling has a desperate need to span the void

and can be reunited,

if only for a few moments with her father.

I feel certain Madam Dorian can help.

Oh, that's great.

The seance will sit at 8. You will be punctual, hm?

Oh, without a doubt.

Thank you.

What do you wear to a seance?

Oh, something simple, chic and terribly expensive.

Do you like this one?

How much?

Personally, no.

I wouldn't wear that to a wake.

Well, isn't that what a seance is?

Well, sort of, I guess.

I don't know. I've never been to one.

What about Detroit?

I've never been there, either.

How much?

Bosley, we don't even like it.

Jill, I have a funny feeling about this.

Oh, come on. You've checked out bunco artists before.

I mean, if Dorian is just going to do the old tambourine

and trumpet routine, you'll be out of there in 20 minutes.

If I have to come on about dear old dad,

I'm going to mess it up, I just know it.

Most wonderful daddy any girl ever had.

It's a tough role for an orphan girl.

Wow! Some orphan!

Right on!

How much?

Right off!

- Take it. - Oh, Bos.

Charlie'll have my legs broken.

Please?

Well, maybe we could rent it, just for the night?

Bosley!

Just a thought.

I'll bid two spades.

Pass.

Four no-trump.

Four no-trump?

That's Blackwood, dear.

Oh, oh, yes. Then that means that I, um...

That you bid your aces.

I bid my aces.

I'll bid two aces.

Good evening, my dear friends.

And for those of you who have joined us

for the first time tonight, a very special greeting.

I am Madam Dorian.

I sense conditions are very favorable

for making contact with the other side.

How the spirits manifest themselves

I am unable to foresee.

But don't be alarmed no matter what happens.

Remember they are our own dearly departed

reaching back across the awful void

that separates their world from ours.

And now, dear friends, let us complete the circle

by joining hands.

Will you ease up? You're breaking my fingers.

- I'm sorry. - Quiet, please.

From this moment on, let us have absolute silence.

I have tried so hard

to get through to you...

Let's see if we can catch her lips moving.

I can tell you this, Albert...

Follow the dictate of conscience.

And you will find peace.

Please...

Oh, please...

Please...

Don't.

Don't make me go in that dark closet.

Please, please, Beamish, I'll be good.

I promise. I promise I'll be good.

Let me have Lilibet.

I get so scared in there alone.

Oh, Beamish, please let me have Lilibet, Lilibet for company.

Beamish, Beamish... Beamish!

That was sensational.

How'd it go?

Oh, she was great... Kelly, you really were.

What a great performance!

Kelly, do the bit again.

What?

The little girl's voice...

There wasn't any little girl.

I tell you, it gave me goose bumps!

Come on, do the little girl's voice... Hey!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Nothing happened at all.

If you really must know, it was so dull

I think I went to sleep.

Hey, Kelly, come on. Calm down. We know you're tired.

I'm tired too.

Boy, I'm telling you that little old lady's

about to drive me into the ground!

Oh, you're kidding! No.

She's either got some kind of a secret source of energy,

or a roaring metabolism.

Hey, what about her friends? Any kinky types?

Well, you know. I don't know.

There's kinky and there's kinky.

My money is still on that Frenchy chauffeur.

Oh, come on, Bos, he dyes his hair,

and he leers a little bit, but that's about all.

I'll walk you to the door.

No need to. I'm quite all right, thank you.

I know you're all right, Kelly. I just...

You'll feel better after a good night's sleep.

Will you stop big-sistering me!

I'm fine. Good night.

Good night.

What happened back there anyway?

I don't know.

I mean, it started out like your simple, basic seance.

And then Kelly went into her act.

At least I thought it was an act.

I mean, she was really terrific.

Okay, go on.

Well, she went into this little girl's voice.

It was really spooky.

What did she say?

Something about Beamish.

And Lilibet.

And a dark closet.

And she doesn't remember?

No. That's what scares me.

Well, maybe a couple of good night's sleep,

and she'll be fine.

Thanks a lot, Doctor Bosley.

You know, could be that Madam Lazonga

really did get through to the spirits,

and then used Kelly's voice to communicate with us.

Drive, Bosley.

Just an idea.

Another arrival on time.

Okay, I'll see you in the morning.

All right.

You know, I really don't think we should have left Kelly alone.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

You know, it'll probably wake her up,

but I think I'll give her a call before I go to sleep.

Okay. Will you call me?

Sure will. Good night.

No...

No...

No, please don't, Beamish.

Please, no, no.

Don't make me go in the dark closet.

No, Beamish. No.

Please... Please.

No... Don't take her away Beamish, please.

Please, Beamish.

Please let me have Lilibet...

Let me have Lilibet.

Lilibet...

Hello?

Kelly, Beamish wants you.

You will come here at once.

Do you understand?

Jill? I think there's something wrong.

I've been trying to call Kelly for the last 10 minutes

and I get a busy signal.

No, no, no. I checked with the phone company.

The phone's off the hook.

Yeah, well, I think one of us ought to go over there.

Okay, all right, both of us, then.

Right. I'll meet you in a few minutes.

Miss Ostling.

Miss Ostling?

My name is Kelly.

Well, that's what I'll call you then,

because we are going to become very good friends.

I could help you with your problems, Kelly,

advise you as your father would, if he were here. Hm?

Yes.

Of course,

I'll need to know all about your financial affairs.

Who handles them?

A bank?

A corporation?

Your lawyer?

No.

What do you have, a trust fund?

Stocks and bonds?

Jewelry?

Just my savings.

Your savings?

All right.

Let's just talk about your childhood for a while.

No. I don't want to.

Why not?

Because of Beamish?

Who was she?

Your governess?

No...

A housekeeper?

Your stepmother?

Matron.

Matron?

In the orphanage.

You were never...

Your father died only last year, didn't he?

Didn't he?

I never knew my father.

What do you mean you never knew him?

I never knew him.

L. Burton Ostling. Ostling Oil.

No.

He wasn't your father?

I made it up.

Oh, my God, it's a setup.

I've been set up.

You're a plant.

Oh, man, I thought I could spot one a mile away.

I'll say this for you, honey. You've got a class act there.

Who are you anyway. A cop?

No.

No?

Bunco squad? You bunco?

No.

Okay, you're not bunco squad, you're not a cop.

Who do you work for?

Charles Townsend Detective Agency.

Private detectives?

Your blond friend too?

Jill Munroe.

Listen to me.

Do you want me to call Beamish in?

No! No, please don't!

Do you know who Beamish really is?

Matron.

Yes, but now she calls herself Jill Munroe.

No... Yes.

It's her cover name. And she's disguised too.

If you look very carefully you will see

that she's really Beamish.

No.

Oh, there's no need to be frightened.

I'm going to protect you.

I can fix it so that Beamish will never bother you again.

Would you like me to do that?

- Yes. - All right, I will.

I'm going to give you a phone number.

The next time you see her, the moment you see her,

you will call me.

I will tell you exactly what to do.

It's the only way that you'll ever be safe from Beamish.

You will go home.

You will remember nothing, save what I have told you to do.

Kelly?

Kelly?

The phone's off the hook and she's gone.

So's her car. Okay.

All right, where could she go at 4:00 in the morning?

I don't know where... I don't know why.

I mean, it must have all started with that seance.

I figure that's where it's got to lead back to.

Let's go.

Terrence?

What?

Oh, I thought you'd gone to bed hours ago.

I couldn't sleep because of very powerful vibrations.

I didn't understand them, but I knew something was wrong.

I listened to you and that girl.

Oh, saves me having to explain it to you.

Explain what, Terrence?

Time to cut and run.

But why?

Why?

Because that girl is a private detective.

Because after her the real cops come.

Look, Doris, the game is over.

What are you talking about?

I haven't done anything against the law.

I have nothing to fear from the police.

Yeah, well, I've had a few things going on the side.

What do you mean, what things?

It doesn't matter.

Listen, we had a good run.

We both made a few bucks, right?

Maybe we can open in a new location.

But in this city we've had it.

So pack up before it's too late.

But what about all my people?

I mean, they need me.

How can they get through to their departed ones?

My God, she's conned herself.

Doris, come out of the fog.

There are no spirits!

Oh!

What a dreadful thing to say.

It was a fake!

I did it. All of it.

I was the bell ringer, the tambourine shaker,

the voices in the trumpet.

The whole works, that was me. Remember?

I'm not talking about those tricks.

They're just atmosphere.

But you couldn't have made Miss Ostling revert

to her childhood.

Look, you dizzy old bag, I hypnotized her.

Just like that Grace Rodeheaver.

I've got here programmed to cover us while we get away.

I don't know why you're doing these things, Terrence,

but I've got no reason to run.

Okay, do what you want. I'm going home to pack.

Operator?

I want to call the police.

Okay.

Looks like they've gone.

Here's Kelly's purse.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm positive.

All right, we better search the whole house.

Hey, I can't get the lights on out here.

Wait just a second.

She's dead.

We've got to find Kelly.

Let's go!

Sabrina, if Kelly drove her car here,

why would she leave without her purse and her car?

Maybe she didn't have any choice.

I'll follow you to Kelly's.

Who is it?

Kelly?

Oh, Sabrina?

Wait just a minute.

Hey!

You okay?

Sure.

Where've you been?

Right here.

I just got up. Why?

Um, well, I...

I just try... I just tried to call, that's all.

About what?

We have a case to solve, you know.

Could you make some coffee?

Sure. Wait just a minute.

Thanks.

That'll be Jill. I'll let her in.

Okay.

Come on.

She's here, but, um...

But what?

I don't know.

She, she doesn't remember she was gone.

Oh, come on.

I'm not kidding.

It's like she's been brainwashed,

or I don't know, hypnotized or something.

Oh, Bree, wait.

You don't think she could be made

to do anything bad, do you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Not as long as she understood that it was bad.

Listen, I tell you what, why don't you

stay here with her.

I'm going to get back to Mrs. Rodeheaver's house.

I got a feeling this whole thing is about to explode.

Hey, wait. What?

She doesn't even remember leaving this?

Remember leaving it? She doesn't remember anything,

are you kidding?

- I'll see you later, okay? - Okay.

Kelly, I'm here.

Hi. Hi.

Watch the coffee, I'll be back in a minute.

Sure.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Kelly.

Yes, I knew you'd see through Beamish's disguise.

Yes, I'll tell you what to do

so that she'll never bother you again.

Yes. Yes, I know where it is.

Then don't wait... Do it right now.

Do it quickly, very quickly.

Hey, what's for breakfast?

I got a big hole in my stomach.

There's no food. We'll have to go out.

I know a place.

Come on.

What's the matter with you?

I'm fine. Come on.

Mrs. Rodeheaver, something very strange

just happened to Kelly and I...

I'm downstairs now.

Yes.

I understand.

Very well, if that's what I must do.

Hey, Kel, I'm hungry, but not that hungry.

Kelly!

Kelly, please!

Kelly!

Are you afraid, Beamish?

Beamish?

Hey, listen, Kelly.

Will you listen to me?

Hey, look at me... No, don't look at me.

Just keep your eyes on the road,

and slow down.

Listen to what I'm going to say.

I'm not Beamish.

I'm Jill.

Remember? Your best friend, Jill.

Beamish.

Kelly!

Kelly, try to understand this, the bridge is out.

We're going to crack up.

You can't wipe out Beamish without destroying yourself.

Kelly, you're going to kill us both.

And that's what Beamish wants... She wants us both dead.

Oh, okay.

However it is, I just want you to know, I love you...

And Sabrina loves you.

And Lilibet loves you.

Lilibet?

Where is Lilibet?

That's right! Lilibet.

You forgot her... You left her at home.

We have to go back and get her.

That's right, slow down,

a little more.

Kelly, hit the brakes!

Oh, Jill. Jill, I nearly killed you.

Hey, us.

Kelly, you were here too!

Oh, Kelly, Kelly, it's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's probably Bree.

Your timing is not too hot.

Jill, listen, tell me all about it when you get here...

Just get here fast!

35. I'll never go faster than 35 as long as I live.

Just hurry, okay?

We'll hurry.

Okay, Kelly, that's Sabrina.

We've got to go. I'm going to drive.

I'm really very tired, Sabrina.

Why can't I go back to bed?

Because I think you're going to have a visitor very soon.

A visitor? I can't receive anyone like this.

Oh, he won't mind.

I will... He? Who?

Your burglar.

At least that's what he is technically,

even if he uses gullible ladies to do his work for him.

Gullible...? If you're referring to me, I resent that.

You have no right to say such things.

Now, Mrs. Ro... Listen!

Could you come over here for a minute, please?

What do you want?

Do you recognize that man?

Why, it's Terrence!

Madam Dorian's assistant?

Yes.

Get out the way, back up!

You got no place to go, the cops are on their way.

Leave her alone.

Haven't you done enough harm, Beamish?

What?

You're evil, Beamish.

Wait.

Kelly, this isn't what I told you to do.

I have to destroy you.

That's the only way I'll ever be rid of you, Beamish.

Wake up, Kelly! When I count to three you will wake up.

1...

2...

Now you wait here.

She's out of control.

Do something, she'll kill me.

Kelly!

I have to destroy Beamish.

I have to do it.

Kelly, if he confesses to everything,

will you put the gun down?

I'll confess, what do you want me to say?

Where's the jewelry you stole from Mrs. Rodeheaver?

In my van.

All right. How many other people

did you rob with this hypnosis trick?

Two. Just two, you want their names?

I'll give you their names.

Did you kill Madam Dorian?

I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

Look, will you take that gun away from her?

Kelly!

Kelly.

Kelly, will you give Jill the gun?

Sure thing, kiddo.

Now that was a performance.

You get my vote.

It's the best performance

in a situation trance I've ever seen.

How are you feeling, Kelly?

Kelly?

Oh, it's all a matter of information, Charlie.

You figure out what's happening, it can't scare you.

We've been doing some research on the intricacies

of the human psyche.

Fascinating place, the psyche.

Okay to visit once in a while,

but you wouldn't want to live there.

Well put, Charlie.

By the way, Charlie, the case

against Terrence the Terrible is proceeding nicely.

Looks like there won't be any problem getting a conviction.

Mrs. Rodeheaver called me, she was very pleased.

Oh, by the way, Sabrina, she wants you

to join her yoga class.

Pass. I cannot keep up with her action. I am not old enough.

Pity. Personally, I like grown-up games.

Bye, Angels.