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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.

Don't you ever talk to me like that, Patricia.

Now let's try it again.

You came here with Liz to place an order... right?

Wrong. I'm not doing business with you, Donna.

Come on, Patty. Buy.

You'll enjoy.

Yeah. Quit being such a prude.

I'll do the talking, Bo.

Is she your idea of a new customer?

You know you're not making points, Liz.

Hey, Patty, wait a minute. Please, I want to talk to you.

Good, Liz, good. Grovel a bit.

Your little game's about over, Donna,

'cause I'm gonna call Mr. Blackmoor.

If she calls Blackmoor, you'll regret it, Liz.

Believe that.

It's okay, Donna. I'm gonna talk to her right now,

and I'm sure I can change her mind, okay?

Patty, please. I thought you were my friend.

You don't use your friends, Liz.

You and your stupid Victorian morality.

Patty...

I see you're a tea drinker too.

Tea's got tannic acid. It soothes the insides.

They put it on burns. Did you know that?

Sure don't use caffeine.

You'd think them coffee drinkers would get the message, wouldn't you?

Why don't you turn off that country bumpkin mouth of yours?

I don't care about you or your tannic acid.

Hello? Mr. Blackmoor, please.

Yeah, this is Patty Cantwell.

I'd like to talk to him...

about something that's been going on.

Will he be in his office later on?

All right.

The police found no clues, no fingerprints, no witnesses.

None of the girls heard anything or saw anyone.

And Mr. Blackmoor doesn't know why Patty was trying to reach him?

No.

Sounds like the call and Patty's death could be related.

A distinct possibility.

Those two girls who left Blackmoor College last month...

claimed to have been frightened by a potential strangler.

Yes, but unfortunately, they could give the police no descriptions.

Well, where do we start?

Kris, you and Bosley go to Hillhaven.

That's right near Blackmoor College.

You'll be met by Victor Hoagland,

a school employee in charge of maintenance.

Kris, you'll be a new student.

Now Geoffrey Blackmoor has made the arrangements,

and he's the only one who knows your true identities.

What have you got for me, Charlie?

Well, since the killing, two teachers have quit.

You and Sabrina will replace them.

Now you'll teach an English class, Kelly,

and, Sabrina, you think you can handle an art class?

Well, if I don't get my expressionism and my abstractionism mixed up,

I think I can probably muddle through.

Bosley, as for your cover...

Yes, Charlie. History, anthropology, anything you say. I'm ready.

Something closer to animal husbandry.

Yes, you'll report to Victor Hoagland as a... as a groom in the stable.

Cheer up, Bosley.

Maybe the strangler will turn out to be a dark horse.

Well, I guess we better look for Victor.

Yeah.

It's heavy. Don't drop it, Cissy.

I'm trying, Donna.

Ready? Yeah.

The dying halls of Blackmoor will get one big transfusion tonight.

Come on. Let's get back to school.

There's too many eyes around here.

Hey. You Kris Munroe? Yes.

I'm Victor. I came to meet you. Hi, Victor.

Welcome to Blackmoor. Thank you.

Victor Hoagland, Blackmoor school? Yeah.

- I'm John Bosley. - Well, I'm glad to meet you, John.

Mr. Bosley, I'm Kris Munroe. I saw you on the bus. Are you a teacher?

Well, actually, I'm a, uh, maintenance engineer in the equestrian area.

Oh, a groom.

That's another way of putting it, yes.

Being a groom's just as important as being a teacher.

Now, come on. Let's get your baggage and get goin'.

Shall we tell him about the box those three put in the van?

I think we better find out who they are first. They look like students.

From what I can gather,

Patty and a girl named Liz Marshall had been visiting three of the other girls.

Who were the other three girls?

Cissy Canfield, Donna Rossiter and Bo Fleming.

Did the police question them?

Mm-hmm. They could offer nothing.

It's about time for my English class.

If you come up with anything else, Mr. Blackmoor...

There is one more thing. What's that?

Patty's parents said that a valuable emerald ring...

was missing from her personal possessions.

Oh, really? Well, that could be worth checking into.

We'll see you later. Thank you very much.

Mr. Blackmoor expects you, so you can just go right on in.

Oh. I'll put your bags in your room.

Great. I really appreciate it, Victor. Anytime.

Listen, if you need anything,

or even if you don't... you can come to me.

- Now you remember that. - I will. Thanks.

There's a really nice girl.

No uppity snob just 'cause her daddy's got a million or two.

Seems real nice... for a rich girl.

Oh! You must be Kris Munroe.

Mr. Blackmoor? Hello.

Well, you've really captured the Blackmoor look.

I've, uh, put you in a room with Cissy Canfield.

She was one of the three girls Patty was with before she got killed.

Uh, well, I'm happy to know you've done your homework.

I'll talk to you later.

Something wrong?

I was looking for my pencil.

Oh, let's see.

Is this it?

Thank you.

Put your papers on my desk as you leave, please.

You coming, Bo? No, go ahead. I'll catch up.

I don't know what to say.

I mean, you could have made a big deal in front of everybody, but you didn't.

Your name's Bo, right?

- That's an unusual name. - It's short for Bonell.

Why did you come to Blackmoor, Bo?

To get an education.

Then why are you denying it to yourself?

Think about that, okay?

Hey, Bo? Hey, Bo, wait. Bo...

Wow, Miss Garrett's really something special.

I will never cheat in her class again.

You? Not cheat? Not lie?

Not likely.

I mean it. I won't.

Of course you will. You can't help yourself.

Look, nobody understands you like I do, Bo, baby.

I'd advise you to hang on to that thought.

Now we go forward to face the new instructeur d'art.

Well, I see I'm not the only new member of the class. You have a new classmate.

Would Kris Munroe stand up, please?

There you are. Tell you what...

I'm gonna ask you to model for the class today.

That'll give you all a chance to get acquainted.

After they've looked at you for an hour, you can't feel like such a stranger.

All right?

- Would you step up on the platform, please? - Okay.

All right, everybody. I would like for you to sketch Kris...

in the style that most appeals to you.

Now this isn't for a grade.

I just wanna get an idea of your artistic and or aesthetic interests. All right?

So all I ask is a sincere stab at it. Any questions?

Uh, do you think Kris could move her hair,

so we could see her face better?

Now she's all tensed up.

No, I'm very relaxed.

All right, everybody. Let's get to work.

Oops. Now your hair's in the way again.

Miss Duncan? Yes.

I hate to be so fussy, but...

she looks so stiff, from my perspective anyway.

I mean, it makes me feel uncomfortable.

She looks all right to me. I really don't see what's bothering you, Donna.

Maybe it's the angle of her head.

Would you mind if I helped her a bit?

- All right. - Thank you.

- There. That's better. - Ouch!

Oh! How did I do that?

Yes, how did you get your finger twisted around my hair?

- It was an accident. - Sure.

I'm terribly sorry.

Why don't you just sit down, Donna?

You know, it must have snagged on my ring.

Donna, take your seat, please.

- Well, I just don't want you to think... - Sit down, Donna.

Very well, Miss Duncan. If you insist.

I do insist.

Sit down.

Thank you very much.

All right, ladies.

Let us get to work.

Ranchin' used to be really great.

Good friends around, all interested in each other.

All equal.

But they all moved away.

It was lonesome as sin out there.

So I moved too. I been here about a year.

You know, uh, Victor, uh,

I saw three girls from here put something in the back of your van...

while you were in the depot.

Were you aware of that? No.

Let's go see what it is.

I just can't imagine what that could have been.

Well, I don't know. I just thought you'd want to know.

Well, sure.

Well, I... I just don't understand that.

I mean, I saw them.

It was a rather good-sized, heavy-looking box.

Well, there's nothin' there now.

It was probably some other van, John.

Let's get back to the chores.

How'd it go, teach? Pretty good.

I decided to try my own variation of the inkblot test,

and I think I found a monster.

Kris was the model for that.

Yeah, you did find a monster.

Mm-hmm.

Hi. Speak of the devil.

Did someone capture my unique radiance?

What do you think? Ooh.

Well, the skin tones are a bit off,

but, otherwise, I...

Looks like the creature from the black lagoon. Donna, right?

Right. How'd you guess?

It's my hair. I don't think she likes my hair.

I don't think she likes anything about me.

Hello. Come to pull my hair again?

You seem moderately intelligent, Kris.

And I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose any more of that beautiful blonde mop.

So I suggest you listen very carefully.

I believe this is the part where I'm supposed to tremble?

I want you to forget you saw me at the bus depot.

I want you to forget everything you saw at the bus depot.

And don't give me any trouble,

or you'll be a long time regretting it.

- Now that sounds like a threat. - Only because it is.

Bosley. Yeah.

Listen, did you find out anything about the box...

the girls put in the back of Victor's van?

Yeah. When Victor and I went to look in the van, the box was gone.

Well, Donna just laid a real, heavy trip on me...

about forgetting everything that I saw at the depot.

That seems to give some importance to the contents of the box, wouldn't you say?

I'd say so. Maybe it's tied to Patty Cantwell's death somehow.

Yeah, let's hope so.

I'd like to wrap this thing up before somebody else gets killed.

Uh, carry on.

You're late. I couldn't help it.

I had three collections to make and...

Excuses. Always excuses.

You know, Liz, I'm not sure I can trust you.

In fact, we were just talking before you came in.

Where were you the night Patty was strangled, Liz?

I was in bed.

You say that, but how do we know it wasn't you...

who wrapped that nylon around her throat?

Oh. You've got to be kidding.

Patty was my good friend.

Well, she certainly didn't act like a friend that night, did she?

And you were very angry.

Lay off, Donna. This isn't funny.

- Since when do you tell me what to do? - Well, you're being cruel.

You'd better remember who you're talking to, Bo.

Gimme your orders, Liz.

Two bottles of booze. One bottle of happy pills.

One bottle of downers.

Well, don't just stand there. Make your deliveries.

Donna, why are you so mean to her? She loves it.

She needs it. She needs to be told what to do...

just like you two need to be told.

I'll get my share later.

You'll get your share now.

I don't want it. Oh, yes, you do want it.

It's your share. It is your commitment to me.

Donna, she doesn't want the money. What's the big deal?

We're in this together, Bo, the three of us.

All the way.

Do you understand, Cissy?

Yes, Donna. I understand.

Good.

You may leave now.

Someday, Donna, you're gonna meet somebody who isn't afraid of you.

Not like you, huh, Bo?

Miss Duncan doesn't think that you're so hot. Maybe she'll be the one.

I'll take care of Miss Duncan. My way.

In my own time.

And you keep your mouth shut, understand?

Go on, get out of here.

Hi. Hi.

Where's Cissy? I don't know. I haven't seen her.

Oh. Look, um, I'm sorry about what happened in art class today.

It was really mean what Donna did to you.

Listen, I've had my hair pulled by experts.

I was gonna get some juice. You want some?

Doesn't it bother you the way Donna treated you?

Should it?

Well, if Donna accepts you, the others accept you.

If she doesn't, you're out.

And without friends around here, it gets a little lonely.

I suppose it does. Come on.

Well, it sounds to me like she has herself...

a little totalitarian setup here.

She has.

Patty was my good friend, no matter what Donna says.

What does Donna say?

She didn't actually come out and say it,

but she implied that I killed Patty.

I don't know why she'd say that or why she'd think it.

Maybe you're just putting too much importance on what Donna says.

Kris, I want to belong.

You know, everybody needs to belong somewhere.

Well, I just think you have to belong to yourself before you can belong anywhere.

I guess you're right.

Anyway, I'm very glad you came to Blackmoor.

I'm glad too.

- Cheers? - Cheers.

Hi. Hi.

I promise I won't stop unpacking until I'm all moved in.

Would you like some help?

Sure. You wanna hang up these pants for me? Sure.

You know, I thought you worked here when I first met you.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, when I was at the depot, I saw you and Donna...

and Bo loading a crate into the school van.

I don't know what in the world you're talking about.

Excuse me.

Cissy.

Patty's parents said that a valuable emerald ring...

was missing from her personal possessions.

Hello?

Bree? Kris.

Well, I found Patty Cantwell's ring.

My roommate had it.

- You sure it's Patty's? - It has a big P.C. on it.

All right. Then that puts Cissy at the top of the list.

Yep. Maybe you should call Charlie,

and we should have the police come and get her.

No, no, no. It's too circumstantial.

I mean, somebody could have planted it.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, I'll just put it back and...

Bree, wait a minute.

My God, Bree. Cissy's a kleptomaniac.

She even took that plastic bobble that was on my key chain.

I have to get back to you.

All right. - Bye.

Cissy.

Listen, I'm sorry I upset you...

about mentioning the van and the box and everything.

If Donna finds out, you know, she's gonna be very upset.

She'll be sure I told you.

Well, why? I mean, what's the big deal?

- What's in the box anyway? - I can't tell you.

Well, no wonder Donna was so upset.

You know, when she found out I was watching you at the depot.

She told me very emphatically...

to just forget it.

And I suggest it's best you do.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll never bring it up again, okay?

You know, Kris... Hmm?

Having you here is kinda like having a sister.

I think it's gonna be real nice to have somebody to talk to.

I'll tell you what. We'll make a deal. What?

Anytime you feel like talkin', just ask me. Thanks.

Drawer? Yeah.

"Dear Dr. Blackmoor,

"I think you should know... Bo Fleming cheated on her exam...

"in Miss Garrett's class yesterday.

"Obviously, I can't sign this.

A dedicated student."

You wrote that note to the dean, didn't you?

You told him that I cheated!

Donna was right.

All that friendly understanding was just an act.

If I wanted to report you, Bo, I wouldn't have to do it with an anonymous note.

And Donna is wrong. It isn't an act.

I do care about you.

I know who did it then.

Liz. She's the one that told me to cheat in the first place.

I'd be careful about another hasty conclusion.

We're friends again, aren't we?

I never stopped being your friend.

I'm glad.

See you later.

Don't you ever...

Don't you ever mention Patty Cantwell's name again!

Am I getting through?

You're getting through, Donna, but I'm not sure I care anymore.

Patty was right. You are...

Keep that mouth of yours shut.

Yoo-hoo.

Hiya. Hi.

I just saw our friend Donna in action.

She slapped Liz and threatened her,

because she was talking about Patty Cantwell.

I think we're close, and I think Donna is a big part of it.

I agree. Donna can't afford to have anyone in authority around her she can't con.

Right. I don't know. See you.

See you. All righty.

Hmm. Let's go.

Hi, ladies. Have some juice.

Hi, Bo.

You really stooped low this time, Liz.

What are you talking about?

The note that you sent to the dean saying that I cheated.

What are you talking about? I don't know anything about a note.

Don't lie. I'm gonna get even for that stab in the back.

Bo, wait a minute. What are you talking about? This is crazy.

It's pretty, huh?

Hard to believe a girl was killed here last week. Yeah.

No! Oh, no!

Liz? What happened?

What happened?

What is it? I don't know. I just got here...

Liz, who was in here? I don't know.

Liz, can you tell us what you saw?

Nothing. I... I felt something around my neck.

Did anyone see anyone or hear anything?

I was asleep till I heard her scream.

Liz, are you all right?

Just a minute, Bo. I want to talk to you.

- Look, Victor, I'm in a hurry, all right? - I still wanna talk to you.

You can meet me in the tack room right after dinner tonight.

Don't be ridiculous, Victor. I have no intention of meeting you anywhere.

I wouldn't act so high and mighty if I was you.

I heard you threaten Liz yesterday...

just fore somebody tried to strangle her.

I think you'd better come to the tack room,

and you'll talk to me. All right.

Bo?

Oh, hi, Miss Garrett.

Hi. What was that all about?

Oh, I just forgot to clean my tack,

and Victor got a little upset.

That's all. I see.

Well, I gotta go. Okay.

I finally found the box behind some of the bales of hay in the stable.

Whoa! My heavens.

Yeah. Brandy and pills.

But why? None of these girls need to sell anything for money.

Well, for kicks. Donna lives on kicks.

But what kind of kicks?

I mean, did she kill Patty, try to kill Liz?

You couldn't convict her on what we've got so far.

All right. We need a motive and a girl tied to it.

Bo thinks Liz reported her for cheating,

but I don't think Bo's really bad.

Not that bad.

Well, I'm afraid that Cissy's a klepto.

And she and Bo are Donna's constant companions.

I'm just afraid that Donna can get them to do anything she wants.

Meaning that all three of them could be connected with the stranglings?

Bos, did Victor know about the liquor and pills?

Not that I know of. Why?

Well, it seems that Bo and Victor were arguing this morning.

When I asked her about it, she said it was because she hadn't cleaned her tack.

Well, that's very odd, because I saw her cleaning it.

I figured she was lying.

Do you suppose that Victor discovered the box,

and that's why he's so angry?

Look, Kris and I have an art class in 10 minutes.

- Why don't you talk to Victor? - Okay. Check you later.

All right. Be careful.

By selling this stuff to the other girls,

Donna gets a hold over them too, huh?

No wonder she runs the pecking order around here.

Yeah, ruled by intimidation.

Strange that none of that dark side shows up, though,

in that pretty face.

I think she's coming from a very strange place.

That little picture she drew of me...

after she touched my hair in art class gives you a good idea where her head's at.

Well, it's not that. Face it... Look!

Bosley!

I can't get it out! Forget it, Bosley.

Bree, let's try the window. Think you can get up there?

I'll give it a shot.

Let's save the horses.

Hey! That's Donna's horse. What's it doing out here so safe and sound?

It was in the barn with the rest when I went to the tack room.

We'll take care of Donna. You take care of these horses.

Okay, okay. Go ahead.

Whoa, whoa, boy.

Come on! Come on!

Go! Come on!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Yeah, I'm kinda hard to locate. They keep me so blasted busy.

Well, if you have a little time, I'd like to talk.

'Bout what?

The box the girls smuggled into school in your van...

full of liquor and pills.

You been talking to Donna?

No. I've been talking to Bo Fleming.

How 'bout a drink?

No, thank you.

You knew about their little racket?

Miss Garrett, Bo lies.

You can't believe anything she says.

You seemed relieved when you found out I hadn't talked to Donna.

Relieved? I don't know what you mean.

Maybe I should see Donna.

Seems to me like you're getting pretty far out of your department, teacher.

- Maybe too far. - How come I get the feeling...

we're talking about more than just liquor and pills?

I ain't in no mood to play mouse while you play cat.

You stuck up, spoiled little snob.

Treatin' me like I was some tuck-tailed cur dog.

You ain't gonna do no more talkin' to nobody, pretty lady.

Uh-uh.

No more talkin' at all.

Come on! Come on, hurry up!

I'd like to talk to you, Donna. Alone.

Gee, uh,

that's too bad, because I'm not leaving my friends.

You see, we stick together. Share and share alike, right, girls?

Donna set the tack room on fire with three people in it.

Would you like to share murder with her?

I don't believe you.

Well, she's lying, isn't she?

Of course she is.

You've got some nerve trying to make my friends believe a story like that.

- We don't have to listen to her. Let's go. - No, wait a minute.

Now we know about the liquor, and we know about the pills.

But next to attempted murder, that's really nothing.

They're lying. You know Kris hates me.

Can't you see what they're trying to do? Trying to break us up?

Before you go any further, let me say something else.

Kris, Miss Garrett and I are private detectives.

We're not talking about an infraction of the rules.

We're talking about a deliberate attempt to burn three people to death!

I couldn't set anybody on fire.

I didn't know anything about it.

And she made us sell the pills...

Quiet, Cissy. No!

It's time we started talking.

- She blackmailed us into doing these things. - Shut up, Bo. I'm warning you.

It's not gonna work anymore, Donna.

See, we know that Cissy's a kleptomaniac, and we know that Bo lies.

But you're different.

Oh, now wait a minute.

You can't lay it all on me.

I'm not taking the blame alone.

She stole Patty Cantwell's emerald ring.

And one of her lies got the history teacher fired.

Then there's Victor. Real nice fellow...

till he gets out his black gloves and nylon stocking.

- What? - Victor's the strangler?

- Donna, are you sure? - Of course I'm sure.

I caught him coming out of Patty's room.

Why do you think he went along with our deliveries?

Kelly's with him. Yeah, I know.

I just saw them in the Jeep heading towards the lake.

- When, Bo? - Just a minute ago.

There's a shortcut straight over the hills.

Do you want me to show you? Yeah, come on.

Bo, stay here. We'll be all right as long as we stick together.

Cissy, listen to me. No, Donna. I don't want any more of your...

Wait!

Who needs you anyway?

I should have made Victor kill you.

I should have made Victor kill both of you.

Bosley, it's Victor. Victor?

He's got Kelly in the Jeep.

Is there gas in that thing? Yeah, I think so.

Donna's gonna try to get away. Okay, I'll take care of Donna.

Come on! Let's go.

Come on! Hurry up. Hurry up.

You stupid fool! Get that thing out of my way!

Feeble-minded hayseed.

I can't hear a thing with that motor running.

Move it so I can get out of here!

Please get out of that car.

Move!

I didn't mean to kill her, just scare her like the others.

Who do they think they are? Never done a day's work.

Lording it over people.

Hold it steady.

I'll try to hit the tire.

- Kelly, are you all right? - I'm okay.

Go after him.

Guess what, Victor? You just flunked out of Blackmoor.

I'm glad you're back, Angels.

I hope your brush with higher education was beneficial.

Well, if Blackmoor is typical, I understand why they call it finishing school.

Yep. It seemed like some of those girls...

were majoring in mayhem and blackmail.

And minoring in lying, thievery and intimidation.

What's gonna happen to them, Charlie?

Victor is in custody, and so is Donna.

Geoffrey Blackmoor was so happy with the job you did, he sent you each a gift.

They're under the desk, Bosley.

Hey! Ooh!

Here you are, Bosley. Thank you very much. Thank you.

Love presents!

Hey!

Not my style.

Well, it's nice, but, uh...

But, uh, square.

What did you expect? The man's an educator.

You are now honorary graduates of Blackmoor.

Graduates of a girls' school?

How am I gonna tell that to the guys in the locker room?

Well, maybe you'll find something more to your taste...

in, um, Acapulco, Angels.

Look in the boxes. Your tickets are there.

If you hurry, you can just catch the next plane.

First class. I love it!