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Once upon a time,

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

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

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.

All passengers for Flight 419 to Chicago,

now boarding at Gate 43.

Will Mr. Rowan please call the flight desk.

Passengers for Flight 709 may now board at Gate 16.

Use the left ramp for meeting all incoming flights.

Good day. This is the Townsend Agency.

Since we do not toil on Sundays,

this machine will record any messages you might wish to leave.

Wait till the sound of the tone and then

leave your name, time of day and any message.

Either I or one of my associates will get back to you as soon as possible.

Charlie, this is Tom Norton. It's 10:45.

I'm in a hurry and I can only say this once, so listen good.

There's an acquaintance of mine I owed a favor to.

He asked me to find him a guy here in town...

to muscle someone a little.

I did what he asked.

Trouble is, it turns out my acquaintance didn't want just muscle,

he wanted a killing.

And I found out it's apparently a girl who works for you, Charlie.

I told him I didn't want any part of any killing,

least... leastwise if it concerns you, Charlie.

I owe you, Charlie, and that's the reason I don't...

No.

No, please. No.

Oh, God! Please...

I hope he wasn't too close a friend of yours, Mr. Gorman.

I've very precise in my work.

I don't like sudden decisions, but I had no choice. You understand.

I understand.

I'll be at the Fremont Hotel. Call me when she's dead.

And remember: time.

Trouble is, it turns out my acquaintance...

didn't want just muscle, he wanted a killing.

And I found out it's apparently a girl who works for you, Charlie.

I told him I didn't want any part of any killing,

least... leastwise if it concerns you, Charlie.

I owe you, Charlie, and that's the reason I don't...

No. No, please. No.

Oh, God! Please...

Oh, boy.

Well, I came in 15 minutes ago. I heard that, and I called you.

Did you try to call Charlie?

I tried, but I can't reach him. He's out sailing today.

Norton. Tom Norton.

Do you have any idea who that is, Bosley?

No. I looked through the files and the name just doesn't show up.

This is crazy. One of us is due to be killed.

We don't know why, when, by whom...

Where do we start? We've got nothing to go on.

Wait a minute. Now listen.

I owe you, Charlie, and that's the reason I don't...

No. No, please.

No. Oh, God. Please...

I have a friend who works at the police lab.

Maybe he can tell us what kind of background noise that is.

Well, that beats sitting around here and waiting.

Let's go.

Charlie, this is Tom Norton.

It's 10:45. I'm in a hurry and I can only say this once...

You say this was a local call?

Well, that's what we figure. What do you think?

Los Angeles airport.

Wait a minute. How do you know that? Jet prop noise.

Turboprops, regular reciprocating engines,

which would be intercity commuter-type aircraft.

Since it's mixed in with heavy jet noise, it's gotta be L.A.X...

Probably outside, near the international terminals.

Thanks, Eddie. I won't forget it's Sunday.

- Neither will I. - Mm-hmm.

- Thanks, Eddie. - Bye-bye.

Now where? L.A.X.

To look for what? Well, the phone booth Norton called from.

Even if we find it, what will it tell us?

Maybe nothin', but we gotta start somewhere.

Okay, where do we start?

The phone booths inside the terminal are the new, open-compartment types.

Yeah? But on the tape,

there was the sound of a metal door opening and closing,

which means our mysterious Mr. Norton was

probably calling from an outside-type booth.

Which would explain the heavy noise level on the tape.

Hey, there are phone booths in those parking lots over there. Okay. Let's go.

Yeah. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Uh, why don't you let me do this? I mean, one of you is a target.

And everything has been happening so darned fast,

we haven't really stopped and thought about that.

I mean, one of you could step out of this car right now, and that's it.

So why don't you just let me carry the ball this time?

Bos, you could do it alone, but it would

take time... maybe more time than we've got.

All I'm trying to say is that I have grown rather attached to you three.

The feeling's mutual, Bosley, but it's still team play.

Look, besides, I'm not one for hiding in corners

while some freak is out there with a gun.

We know one thing about professional hit men. They don't like complications.

They want one shot, neat and clean, then a fast exit.

So from now on, we'll all walk close together. We'll shift positions.

We'll never give him a clear shot.

Right. Like Kris said, it beats hiding in corners.

It sure does. Bos, why don't you call Charlie?

See if he's home yet, and don't worry about us.

Okay.

It done? Not yet, Mr. Gorman.

Why'd you call me? It's getting a little complicated.

What's she doin' here? I don't know.

And who are those two? They've been with her...

ever since I picked her up coming out of the Townsend office.

Probably work with her.

What are they doin'? I'd say they're looking for Norton's body.

He must have told 'em where he was calling from.

If he told them that, he could've mentioned your name.

It's getting messy. I think we better call it off, Mr. Gorman.

I think we'd better not. 'Cause it could be you're right.

Maybe Norton did mention our names, and if he did, we'd better know,

and we better do something about it.

I don't like it. Maybe you should do it yourself.

Jellek, if I had the stomach for this,

I wouldn't have hired you to kill her.

Every hour that goes by,

she's gonna come closer to figurin' it out.

So you do it, and you do it quick.

Well... some guys can hold their liquor...

- and some can't, huh? - Yeah, some can't.

Right. See you later.

So long. Come on, dear. Let's get this thing open.

Be careful. Wait a minute.

One... One, two, three, go. Easy, easy.

He's dead. Let's see if there's any identification.

We got a wallet.

"Norton, Thomas A." I'll call the police.

Operator, I'd like to report a homicide.

Would you please give me the police? It's an emergency.

Well, it was a clean shot, close range, right through the heart.

I found this.

Right. We're the Townsend Agency.

Yes, we'll stay here till the officers arrive.

Thank you.

"Flight 717, Sovereign Airlines, 10:35 from Chicago." Today.

On the tape, Norton said it was 10:45.

He met someone on that flight. Ten minutes later he was killed.

Well, maybe it was the guy who asked him to find the hit man?

Or maybe it was the hit man himself?

Or both.

Yeah, that's right. Flight 717 from Chicago. Came in at 10:35.

Okay. Certainly do appreciate it, Lieutenant Kane.

Yeah, I'm sure Charlie will too, if we ever find him.

Okay. We'll get back to you. Thanks a lot.

Well, Lieutenant Kane's gonna get a fast court order,

subpoena the passenger list and everything related to Flight 717,

and, uh, he'll get back to us in a couple hours.

Listen, maybe there'll be a name on that list that we can tie into Norton somehow.

Maybe, if we can figure how Norton ties up with Charlie.

Well, I left a message for Charlie to call us the minute he gets back from sailing.

Listen, I've got a weekend houseguest I left at home,

and I think for her safety, I'd better check her into a hotel.

I don't want her accidently getting in front of a gun pointed at me.

Well, we'll all pick her up. Yeah.

Okay.

Hello? Charlie.

Uh, Charlie, there was a message on the answering machine this morning,

a very urgent message.

Uh, yes. It was from a man by the name of Tom Norton.

Oh, then you do know him. Well, that's

terrific. Listen, could you help us all out?

Would you please tell us who he is, or I mean, rather, who he was?

He's dead.

You want me to go to a hotel? Just for a day or so.

And you won't tell me why? Well, I-I can, but I'd rather not.

You're angry with me. Are you mad at me or something?

Of course not, Sally. Well, then why do you want me to leave?

Kelly, look. I'm not trying to be difficult. Really, I'm not.

It's just that I'm a little sensitive these days.

You know, since Mom died, I've-I've been really alone, and I've looked forward to...

I'll get it.

Kelly, you're my best friend. You always have been,

- and this is a very important time for me right now. - Hello?

And, well, I-I wanna share it with you. Okay, Bosley.

We'll be right out. Charlie called.

- Did he get a line on Norton for us? - Yeah, he did.

And I think maybe we oughta, you know, hurry.

Yeah.

Look, I'm not going anywhere till somebody tells me what's going on.

Okay, Sally. Look, we'll tell you on the way to the hotel. Get your coat.

What'd Charlie tell you about Norton?

Norton apparently was a small-time hustler,

but he got mixed up with some heavyweights on a bank heist that went sour.

He was accused of shooting a guard.

But Charlie proved that he wasn't involved in the killing,

and he got off on a lesser charge.

Norton did time, but he was very grateful to Charlie.

Which explains his phone call to Charlie.

Would somebody please tell me what's going on?

Bosley, this is Sally Miles. How do you do?

You'll tell me. We'll tell you. Let's go now, Bosley.

So someone is trying to kill one of you, but you don't know who?

That's the picture.

Charlie suggested we check out Norton's house in the canyon.

So why don't you help her settle in, and then we'll come back and pick you up?

Okay. Meanwhile, I'll call Lieutenant Kane...

and see if he got the passenger list for Flight 717 yet.

Yeah, and we'll be back in... What? Oh, hour and a half?

- Yeah. - All righty. See you later.

Yes, I heard right. Miles. Sally Miles.

They're going inside now.

Well, how would I know how much has been said?

You want to... You want to what?

Look, Gorman, I told you. I don't like complications, sudden changes of plan.

I'm a direct man. I like to deal with problems in a direct manner.

All right. All right. We'll proceed your way.

But for your own sake, it better work.

Yeah, Charlie. We're at Norton's house now.

Sabrina and Kris are checking it out.

Okay.

That was Charlie. He's sending all the

material he has on Norton over to the office.

Did you find anything in Norton's house?

Well, a lot of dust and this address and phone book. Maybe it'll give us something.

Let's get back to Kelly, huh? Yeah.

Hey. What is it?

I have a feeling I saw that car earlier at the hotel. Take a look at that.

You know what? Come to think of it, I think I saw him behind us before.

Mm-hmm. You think he's tagging us?

I don't know. You got a pencil? Yeah.

Pen, anything? Pencil.

Thank you.

694 IJZ. See if that's a "Z."

"Z"? IJZ.

Bosley, look out! Whoa!

Oh! Stop!

- Oh! - Whoa!

Everybody okay?

Bosley, are you okay? Yeah.

Boy, I whacked my head good.

Well, I guess the killer made his move, huh?

Yeah, but which one of us is he trying to kill?

We still don't know.

Well, we've made some progress.

Since Kelly wasn't in the car with you, it

looks like we've eliminated her as a target.

Uh, Charlie, the license number we got off

the car that tried to force us off the road...

Did you get anything on that? It was a rental car.

The police found it abandoned half an hour ago.

Well, I figured once he knew we got a look at it, he'd dump it.

Kris, Sabrina... I could get you police protection.

For how long, Charlie? Forever? No good. We gotta play this one out.

But I do think Kris and I should split up. Split up? Why?

Well, until we know which one of us he's after, we're never gonna know why.

Perhaps Sabrina's right, Kris.

If we can learn the reason someone wants one of you dead,

then we have a fair chance of stopping it.

Okay. How do we handle it? Both of you go home.

The moment either of you see or even feel something is wrong, call in.

Now, Bosley, you stay there in the office...

to coordinate communications between all of us. Good idea, Charlie.

Oh, by the way, I got the file on Norton that you sent over...

His, uh, friends, accomplices...

and, uh, material relative to his life in prison, et cetera.

Also, I got the related material...

on Sovereign Airlines's passenger list that Lieutenant Kane sent over,

plus the, uh, phone and address book we took from Norton's house.

I'll see if I can tie any of those pieces together from here.

All right. Now remember, we'll all stay as close as the nearest phone.

Kris or Sabrina's life may depend on it.

Yeah.

Pacifica Hotel. Registration desk, please.

Hello. Listen, uh, I dropped a couple of young

ladies off at your hotel about 20 minutes ago,

and one of them left a wallet in my cab.

I tried to return the wallet, but I may have gotten to the wrong room.

I can't be sure about that. Her name is Miles... Sally Miles.

Room 411? Thank you.

Uh, is the room on either side of her unoccupied, by any chance?

Room 409 is unoccupied.

Yeah, I may have gone to that room by mistake.

Uh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Kelly, why are you still pacing?

Kris and Sabrina told you. You're off the hook.

I know. But one of them is still on the hook.

You care a lot about them, don't you? Quite a lot.

Oh, Kelly. I really picked a poor time to drop in on you, didn't I?

Sally, I'm very happy to see you.

And I'm glad things are getting better for you.

I know how close you were to your mother.

Oh, Kelly, it was terrible.

Losing her was the cruelest thing that's ever happened to me.

And then all of a sudden, being faced with the responsibility...

of all that money and everything.

It's just all been too much to handle. I know that.

But you gotta think of what's ahead of you, the good things.

I'm trying. I know.

Kelly, I can't wait for you to meet him. He's a stockbroker.

He's intelligent. He's educated. He's cute.

I'm looking forward to it.

You are like the only family I have left, and I want you to be pleased.

Sally, I will be.

I guess I'm, uh, still that insecure little ding-a-ling...

you befriended in summer camp all those years ago.

I guess I'm still looking for your approval. You don't need it.

You're your own person now.

I've always admired you. I think I wanted to be just like you.

You know, I told John that I was gonna ask you to get me a job working with you.

I... don't think it's your kind of work, Sally.

I know.

I was just kidding him.

Oh, Kelly, thanks. Thanks for being such a good friend.

Sure.

Put the window down!

The window! Put the window down!

Put it down! Hey. What...

Okay, put your hands on the wheel. On the wheel!

Put your... Why are you following me?

What? What? Don't you speak English?

Oh, okay. Okay. What's your name?

Oh. Stashu Wyszniewsky.

Sta... Stash... Stashu Wyszniewsky.

- "Voshnosky." - Wyszniewsky.

Oh, the heck with it. Okay, okay.

What you got in the backseat? What is that?

Ah.

- Uh, "grull." Pretty... "grull." - Grill?

"Prytee grull."

Oh. Oh, I'm... I'm really sorry.

See, someone was trying to... Girl pretty.

Oh, you're not gonna... I... Oh.

I'm...

I'm... It's just, I...

All right. Now we know which of you is the target,

but we don't know the why of it.

Sabrina, think carefully.

Is there anything new or different that's happened to you lately?

Some new person you've met, some change in your lifestyle...

that might be significant somehow.

No, Charlie. I keep thinkin' about that tire.

Now, the bullet missed me but it hit the tire.

So, somebody shoots at you and accidentally hits the tire.

I think he meant to hit the tire. You lost me.

Well, it doesn't make sense. A professional

hit man who hits a guy in a phone booth...

in a public place with no problem misses me at close range,

but... he hits the tire of my car so I can't follow him.

Hey. Hey, now. This is interesting.

What? Sovereign Airlines Flight 717 from Chicago to L.A.

Now, besides the passenger manifest, Lieutenant Kane sent over...

a list of people who took out flight

insurance, rented cars, et cetera, et cetera.

Well, now, when you take out flight insurance...

the passenger has to put his home telephone number on the policy.

Now, here: John Gorman.

Home number in Chicago, area code 312-KL5-4761.

And in the address book that we took from Norton's house, here is the same number,

but this time it's listed under the name Wilson Flicker.

- Wilson Flicker. Does that ring a bell for anybody? - Mm-mmm.

- Not me. Bosley? - No. No bells, Charlie.

But get this.

Wilson Flicker or John Gorman or whatever you want to call him...

was Tom Norton's cell mate in prison.

- Here's his picture. - Now, that is interesting.

Well, maybe Kelly would remember the name Flicker.

Maybe you oughta give Kelly a call at the hotel.

Yeah. Bye-bye, Charlie.

Get the number.

Hello? Hi, Sally. Sabrina.

Is Kelly there? Oh, Sabrina, she's not here.

She's not? No.

I was kind of tired so Kelly took a cab home.

She said she'd call you as soon as she got there though.

How long ago did she leave? Oh, about 15 minutes.

Okay. Uh, thank you, Sally.

Bye-bye.

Not there.

I'll try again in a few minutes.

How much? Five dollars, ma'am.

Before you... kill her,

you've gotta find out what she's learned.

Gorman... You've got to!

What's been said, who's been discussed, who can be identified.

Millions of dollars are at stake, and if Norton mentioned our names...

before you... killed him, even our lives may be at stake.

- Now, these are questions that have to be asked, Jellek. - Then why don't you ask them?

Because you may have to get rough with her, and I'm... I'm not...

I'm not good at that sort of thing.

Oh, Miss Johnson. Miss Johnson?

- I beg your pardon? - Miss Emily Johnson?

Well, I'm sorry. You must have the wrong address.

I have the right address, Miss Garrett. Step inside.

Inside.

What is it you want?

All right. What cab company would most likely service the Pacifica Hotel?

Well, there were some Tower cabs out front while we were there.

- Do we have the number? - I think I've got it right here.

Your friend, Sally Miles...

Did she give you anything before you left the hotel?

Like what?

- A picture, a snapshot. - Of who?

A friend or someone close.

Oh, no photos of friends or of anyone.

Did she give you anything before you went to the hotel? Nothing.

What is it you're looking for?

You stay right there!

Oh.

Thank you. Appreciate your help. Cab dropped her off about five minutes ago.

Then why isn't she answering? Mm-mmm.

Maybe she decided to drive over here.

No, she told Sally she was gonna call us when she got home.

Well, she could have changed her mind. I don't know. I don't like it.

Car forced us off the road but none of us were hurt,

and those bullets all missed me at my house.

You saying those were diversions, Bree?

I'm saying I think we oughta get over to Kelly's, fast.

Your phone rings a lot.

- I have a lot of friends. - Maybe too many friends!

You and Sally Miles... What did you talk about?

We're old friends. We talked about a lot of things.

Who did you talk about mostly?

Her fiancé maybe?

Uh, her mother.

It's really too bad.

You're a very pretty girl.

I don't ordinarily notice those things, but...

you're very pretty.

Hey, Sabrina! What?

You know that list with the names of people

from the flight who had rental cars reserved?

Yeah? Well, that car over there was rented...

by Norton's friend Mr. John Gorman, otherwise known as Wilson Flicker.

Bosley, he's gonna run!

How did they get here?

Hey, empty guns...

Okay, friend. The next one's for real.

Go for it. It's your choice.

Let's go.

Okay. Let's have 'em in the air. Get out.

Come on. Just...

John?

What's going on?

John, answer me!

Sally, his name isn't John.

It's Wilson Flicker.

I helped send him to prison five years ago for embezzlement.

Kelly, what are you saying? You wanted me to meet him?

Well, that's the last thing he wanted.

That's what all this has been about.

John? Tell me this is some kind of misunderstanding.

Tell me something.

Sally, do you have any, uh, investment deals pending...

with your... stockbroker fiancé?

Well, we, uh...

We discussed his... handling some of the business deals I have pending.

Five years ago, he was engaged to another young woman of means.

That engagement cost her two million dollars.

Worthless stocks of some sort, as I remember.

You remember too well.

I know. It almost got me killed.

Sorry.

You all right? Yeah, I'm fine.

Funny, huh?

Years later and it's still just like it was in summer camp.

You're still taking care of me. So what are friends for?

Oh, Kelly. You're so dear to me.

Likewise.

There's just one thing. What?

Next time you think about getting engaged, let me check him out first?

Deal. Okay.

Well, Kelly,

I assume your friend's wedding plans were quickly canceled.

Very quickly, Charlie. It could have been much worse.

Right. She could've married him.

Ohh! Listen, Charlie. Since we did work on Sunday,

I assume that we have a few days off to rest and rehabilitate? Hmm!

Kris, I'd like to help you, but I'm afraid there's another case...

that needs our immediate attention.

Ah, right you are, Charlie.

And I have the material right here.

The case concerns the disappearance of some rather valuable art pieces,

and the insurance company has promised us a most generous stipend if we recover them.

The way I figure, it should come... to...

- Bosley? - Uh, yes, Charlie?

You've stopped talking. What is it?

Oh, uh, well, I, uh, think it's Sunday again, Charlie.

I don't follow you, Bosley. Explain.