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Once upon a time

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

One in Los Angeles.

One in San Francisco.

The other in Boston.

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.

Hi. Oh.

Kelly Garrett?

That's right.

My name is Bill Cord, I was referred to you by, uh...

Oh, Tiffany Welles, right?

I'm sorry, Tiffany who?

Look, Mr. Cord, I already know why you're here.

You do? Yes.

Tiffany bought a new set of encyclopedias.

She gave my name as a referral, so she'd get the full discount.

She told me all about it.

Sorry to have wasted so much of your time,

but I'm just not interested. Okay?

Bye. Um.

I admire your persistence, but I'm just not interested.

Miss Garrett, this could be the most

important opportunity of your life.

Oh, sure.

I'm not selling encyclopedias, I swear.

Oh, you never are. It's, uh, education.

Or research material.

But if I let you in and you open up that case,

out will pop all those beautiful leather bindings,

and in 15 minutes you'll have sold me

a whole new set of encyclopedias.

Do you already have a set of encyclopedias?

Two sets.

Well, then there is no way in the world

I could sell you another set, is there?

Agreed.

Agreed.

Now, can we start over please?

I'm, uh, Bill Cord.

"Klein-Hoffman and Associates."

I'm, uh, one of the associates.

Can I come in, please? Just for a minute.

All right.

Thank you.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Oh.

Ah, see there are no beautiful leather bindings.

Sorry about that.

You were raised in the St. Angus Home for the Orphan

in Dallas, Texas, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Until the fire, and then you were moved

into foster homes in the area.

Yes, that was in... 1964.

That fire destroyed most of the placement records.

It was the biggest obstacle

to my investigation, as a matter of fact.

What investigation?

Does the name "Barrows" mean anything to you?

The Barrows Hotel, San Diego.

Well, I know the hotel.

I can't afford it, but I know it.

Well, I would, um, like you to examine these please,

if you would.

On December 16th, 1956...

during a blizzard on the highway

between Fort Worth and Dallas

there was a multiple car accident.

Twenty-three cars to be exact.

And in one of those cars, Oliver Barrows' wife, Mary,

was killed.

What does that have to do with me?

Well, also in the car was a 17-month-old child.

A girl.

In the confusion following the accident

the, uh, child was lost.

Lost? How?

Six different hospitals, three different police jurisdictions.

Nobody really knows how it happened.

But the fact is it happened.

Oliver Barrows did everything he could to find his child,

but, um, he couldn't.

He's still trying to locate her.

And, um, that's why I'm here.

Oh, now, wait a second.

Miss Garrett, I have every reason to believe

that you could be Oliver Barrows' lost daughter.

Well, I'm sorry, I... I can't believe that.

Well, I've put a great deal of time into this investigation.

You're more than welcome to check my research, my notes.

The fact is you could be his sole heir.

You're taking this much better than I expected.

Do you mean this man really could be my father?

Would you like to see a picture?

Yes.

Sure.

He has a nice face.

So what do we do now?

Well, forgive me, but I, um...

I have to determine if you're the right Kelly Garrett.

And that means, uh, blood tests.

Fingerprints, things like that.

And then?

And then I take you to San Diego

and introduce you to your father.

Tell me, Bos, what do you think?

Well, none of this is conclusive.

But, gosh, the hair, the eyes,

the birthday, the blood type, all of it.

This man, Cord, is very thorough.

Yeah.

He also seemed very sincere.

Well, you've been with him every day for a week,

if something was wrong you'd sense it.

Oh, I don't know.

What are you afraid of?

You three and Charlie.

You're the only real family I have.

Unless Oliver Barrows is your father.

To tell you the truth,

I don't know if I want him to be my father.

But if he is, I want to know.

Then go to San Diego and find out.

I... I just don't wanna make a mistake.

Not in this.

But you won't.

Just go. And if you don't go, I will,

because we are all dying of curiosity.

And while you're there

we'll double-check some of Cord's data.

Okay. And, uh, you'll call if you find anything?

We'll call. Goodbye, already.

Goodbye.

Okay.

There goes one lucky girl.

No, you are wrong, Tiff. Why?

Because if she is his daughter, then Barrows is the lucky one.

You're right.

Dora, Richard.

Good of you to come.

You know Linda, of course. Oh, yes, indeed.

You look lovely tonight, my dear.

Thank... We all look lovely, my dear.

Tell me, where is the old curmudgeon?

Who? Uncle Oliver?

I don't think he'd appreciate that.

Ha-ha, Oliver Barrows appreciates anyone with a check.

The Assistance League has been very generous this year,

and I insist he make an announcement.

Before he begins toasting every stone and timber

in this old mausoleum.

Well, I think he'll be happy to see you.

He's just over there, I think.

I've been trying to get in touch with you all day.

I thought something was wrong. You didn't return my calls.

Oh, no, just, um... Hectic.

Maybe we can talk later over a brandy, all right?

All right.

What was that all about?

Just, uh, business.

But I have to go check the kitchen.

Excuse me.

That's excellent.

Mark. Yes, Mr. Staley.

I want to go over the selection of the wines with you.

Certainly, sir.

Uh, with the appetizer I thought we'd start

with the Chassez Montes... Right.

Yes. Then if you approve, with the, uh, entrée,

the Chateau Margot.

Oh, Margot.

Yes, the Margot.

Uncle Oliver should appreciate that.

Substitute a Chateau Lacombe for the other guests.

Yes, sir.

We better open this up and let it breathe.

Yes, sir.

That's very good.

Twenty minutes and it'll be perfect.

Yes, sir.

Ah, there you are.

Oh, Uncle Oliver, I was just about to come up.

No, it's better here.

Mark, would you excuse us, please?

Of course, sir.

Can you explain to me why Dora Carver

seems to think she owns a piece of my hotel?

She said that?

Not in so many words.

But she was delighted that Carver Industries

would be a partner in the maintaining

of such a fine example of traditional architecture.

I don't know, Richard's company

did put up most of the reconstruction money.

But that loan was supposed to be paid back three months ago.

It was, it was, but I have a feeling

that Richard neglected to tell Dora.

You be sure he does tell her.

I want no financial problems

when I turn over the Barrows to the city.

I wish you'd reconsider.

Making the announcement tonight.

Oh, let's not go over all that again.

You're familiar with the clause in my grandmother's will:

On my death the Barrows will go to the city,

unless I have a direct heir.

And I don't.

Uncle Oliver, you can't be sure.

You have a daughter.

My daughter's gone forever.

I've had to face it, now you have to face it.

Now come and help me handle that herd upstairs.

Oh, yeah, I'll be up in a minute,

I have some things to finish here.

Well, suit yourself.

You've been a good friend.

And I appreciate all the years you've given to the Barrows.

The Chateau Margot, sir.

Oh, thank you, Mark.

Is anything wrong, sir?

Should be just fine, I tasted it myself.

Pour a little.

Very good.

Excellent, as a matter of fact.

Fill it up.

Thank you.

Ugh.

Mr. Barrows, sir? Are you all right?

Oliver?

Get Dr. Cotter.

Yes, sir. Maurice!

Somebody call an ambulance.

Don't worry, Uncle Oliver, you're gonna be all right.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

Are you all right?

You mean aside from being terrified?

Aside from being terrified.

Oh, I'm fine.

Come on.

Hello.

I'm William Cord,

I believe Mr. Staley is expecting us.

Oh, yes, sir, if you'd follow me, please.

Bill.

And you are Miss Garrett.

I'm Glenn Staley. Hello.

Well, you were right, she's everything you said.

Um, well, I don't know what he told you, but...

Well, he told me that you were very lovely

and very intelligent. Strangely enough not in that order.

Kelly's a little worried about meeting, Mr. Barrows.

He is expecting us, isn't he?

Well, he's very much looking forward to meeting you.

Unfortunately I do have to prepare you for something...

rather unpleasant.

Uncle Oliver suffered a minor coronary last night.

Well, how... How is he?

Oh, he's fine, he's fine.

As I said, it was very mild.

Well, maybe we should come back another time.

I think that would be better.

He's looking forward to seeing you.

He's waiting for you right now, right this way.

Uncle Oliver, this is Bill Cord and...

someone we'd like you to meet.

Well, come in.

So you're Miss Garrett?

Is that your real name?

I don't know my real name.

Garrett is the family name of one of the sisters

at the orphanage where I was raised.

I see.

And you believe your true name might be the same as mine?

Barrows.

Well, I don't know what to believe, Mr. Barrows.

But I've done quite well with Garrett.

Yes, I can see how well you've been doing

by reading these papers.

Why do you want to be my daughter?

Uh, you make this sound like some kind of audition.

I don't want to be your daughter.

But if I am, I'd like to know it.

You realize you're not the first young lady

who's been presented to me as my daughter.

I can appreciate your suspicions, but...

Miss Garrett.

Are you after my money?

I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your time, sir.

I think we both made a mistake.

Is that all you've got to say?

That's all I can say and still remain a lady.

Come back here.

And forget the "sir".

Turn around.

You haven't looked at her once.

Looked at who?

Over there.

My wife, Mary.

And if my instincts are correct:

She's your mother, child.

You should have told me about the painting.

You can't imagine how I felt standing there looking at...

At yourself?

All right, I apologize, but we all wanted to see...

How I would react?

I think that was deceitful, manipulative, and dishonest.

No, never dishonest.

Now, ever since Staley hired us,

I've been working 24 hours a day on this case.

I deserved the chance to see if I was right.

And you believe you were.

Well, any doubts I had are gone.

Kelly, you've got to accept it.

The old man does.

So I accept, and everyone's satisfied.

Not good enough, Mr. Cord.

Mr. Cord?

All last week it was Bill.

I want every item that led you to me.

I want it checked and re-checked.

I want to be sure I am who I am.

Or at least who he thinks I am.

Kelly.

You're a very stubborn lady.

Margaret?

Margaret!

Mr. Barrows, you know the doctor said

that you're not supposed to walk on your own.

You're supposed to stay in your wheelchair.

Oh, be quiet, girl. Margaret?

Ah.

These grounds haven't been graced

with such loveliness in 20 years.

Thank you, Mr. Barrows, but...

And enough with the "Mr. Barrows".

I'd like you to call me Father.

But I'll settle for Oliver,

if that will be more comfortable.

And as for you, Mr. Cord.

I haven't had a chance to voice my appreciation.

Excellent work.

There'll be a letter on the desk of your firm

tomorrow morning, together with a sizeable bonus

for you too, I might add.

That's really not necessary, sir.

Well, if it weren't,

it wouldn't be worth mentioning, would it?

Margaret, you and I have places to go

and things to do.

It's time this city took a look at my daughter.

I couldn't agree more.

Speaking of bonuses, you'll have no objections then

if I take your daughter to dinner this evening.

You'd be foolish if you didn't.

Well, what do you think?

It's lovely.

We'll take it.

And the other two.

It's really beautiful.

Yes, your great-grandmother thought so.

We spent a fortune on those chandeliers.

Brought them all the way from Vienna.

I can see why.

And sometimes when there's a slight breeze

and the crystals touch,

if you listen closely you can hear someone

playing the Strauss Waltz.

When this room is full of people,

I bet it's like something out of a fairy tale.

She'd be glad to know The Barrows is yours.

Oliver...

No, please, no protest, that was her doing, not mine.

I merely held it in trust.

I don't understand.

Well, she wanted the hotel to belong to someone

who appreciated it.

Loved it as much as she did.

The 25 year-old regal, I didn't quite fit her image.

Although she allowed that I might have a child who would.

And I think you are just what she had in mind.

Good evening, Mr. Cord.

Good evening, Eva.

Could you tell Kelly that I'm here, please?

Eva, the first thing you do

is make Mr. Cord a drink.

He's going to need it.

What'll you have, son?

Um, scotch on the rocks, I guess.

Easy on the rocks.

Young man, I will be in your debt for the rest of my life.

Sir?

Today was the most wonderful day I've spent in my entire life.

With Kelly?

Margaret. Margaret Ellen, whether she likes it or not.

Well, I think she's gonna have to like it.

I've been back over all my research that led my to her

and it looks sound.

I need no shadows cleared away, Mr. Cord.

I'm her father, not a research analyst.

This was at her request, sir.

Well, forget it.

I'm quite satisfied with the daughter I have.

My lawyers are presently making up all the necessary papers.

Well, then... Thank you.

She's a very lovely lady.

You don't know how lovely.

Well, I, uh, did say the yacht club, didn't I?

That is what you said.

Well, it'll be an interesting evening.

Let's go. Sir.

Have a good time.

Bye, Oliver.

All right. One more.

To grow big and strong.

I can't eat another bite. Sure you can.

Listen, these are better hamburgers than they make...

I know. They're much better than at the yacht club.

Look, I'm sorry. I should have explained things to you,

but there really is a yacht club,

it's... And this is a Y.A.T. yacht club.

It means young and thrifty.

Just some friends, we get together,

share the wealth and have a good time.

And you're not having a good time, are you?

Oh, I'm having a great time. I love it.

But it wasn't what you expected.

Well, no, it's, uh, it's not what I expected.

Did you see the looks that I got when we walked down the dock?

Oh, don't worry about my friends,

they're used to the unexpected from me. It's normal.

Ah. Well, I hope I did my part

in keeping your reputation alive.

I think you just made my reputation.

You want to dance? Here?

Oh, sure, it's a regular cotillion.

Come on. Ah.

I think you're crazy.

Well, I may be crazy,

but I'm not dangerous.

I thought lawyers were supposed to be, uh,

straight and consistent, and dependable.

And dull.

You're not dull. No way. Not you.

I think you'd better get to know me

a little bit better before you make

any rash statements like that.

Well, I've been with you every day for a week.

I think I know you pretty well.

Oh, you do, huh?

Yeah, I do, huh.

I want you to know I didn't plan on it ending this way.

Neither did I.

Do you want me to take you home?

No.

Come with me.

Are you Staley?

Glenn Staley?

Who are you? What do you want?

Mr. Gundy wants to talk to you.

I said, Mr. Gundy wants to talk to you.

Richard, what the hell is this?

I came here to do the talking.

Mr. Carver tells me the old man nearly died.

His hotel goes to the city,

it costs me $15 million.

I wouldn't like that. What's he talking about?

Well, I, uh, told you I needed outside money.

It's $3 million for those bonds he was supposed to pay off.

You must live very well to let yourself slide that far behind.

My deal is with Carver Industries.

Your deal is with me since I bailed your friend out.

I am Carver Industries.

Consequently, I hold $12 million worth

of options on properties in this block,

none of which are worth anything

for development, without the hotel.

So I'll deliver.

Reassure me.

The old man nearly gave the hotel

to the city the other night,

I stopped him before he could make the announcement.

Glenn, how?

How doesn't matter, the point is it worked.

He's right.

Where does that leave Carver Industries' investment?

Exactly where I promised.

What about the girl who may turn out to be his lost daughter?

What about her?

She's the key to my plan, that's all.

Glenn, I... I still don't see what you have in mind.

Just be patient, Richard, you'll see.

We better see.

My options on the property's come due in six weeks.

You fail, Staley,

we'll exercise our option on you.

I appreciate everything,

but tonight, well, it's too soon.

I see. You've been talking to that young man of yours.

Well, I expected a lawyer to be more discreet.

Please. Please try and understand.

This week has been wonderful, more than I can dream possible,

but we still don't know for sure.

Well, I am.

And your mother would be too.

But why are you dissatisfied?

Is it me?

Oh, you know that's not true.

If I had selected a father I couldn't have chosen

anyone more kind and gracious and loving.

That's why I want you to wait.

I care for you, Oliver,

and I want this to be right and true.

That's why I want you to wear this tonight.

It was your mother's.

Her favorite.

Oliver, it's beautiful.

So are you.

Now no more protests, understood?

Understood.

Mr. Staley, nephew or not,

I never allow anyone to fuss about in the kitchen.

Well, it's force of habit.

You know how particular Uncle Oliver is about his Margot.

Well, you'll find out how particular I am

if you're still here when I come back.

I know you're all aware that tonight marks

a very special moment in my life,

the return of my daughter.

Few men have been so blessed as to have lost

and found such a beautiful jewel.

Made more precious by the loss of time.

Affection, like good wine,

does not wither with age.

Which reminds me, I'm entitled to one glass.

A full glass, if you please.

Yes, sir.

It is with great pride and joy that I announce today,

not only in my heart, but legally as well,

that the beautiful lady sitting at my right

is my daughter.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you

Miss Margaret Ellen Barrows.

To you, Father.

Mr. Barrows?

Mr. Barrows?

Wallert, call the doctor.

Kelly...

I'm so sorry.

Anything I can do.

Any of us.

Thank you.

Well, Uncle Oliver was a good man.

If it's of any comfort to you,

you made him happier than I've ever seen him.

I only wish that... Thank you, Glenn.

Margaret, I know this isn't the time or the place,

but as Uncle Oliver's executer there are some details

concerning the estate that need to be attended to.

So when you're ready, you call me.

I don't want it.

I understand you're upset. We'll talk later.

No, I'm not upset,

I just don't want something that's not mine.

It is yours.

The Barrows belongs to you, it's your responsibility.

Uncle Oliver gave it to you, to no one else.

Kelly, he's right.

We'll talk when you feel like it.

Here. Oh, no, thank you.

What I need are answers.

I have to know, Bill.

Kelly... don't put yourself through this.

Oliver Barrows was satisfied, why can't you be?

You said it yourself, because now it's my responsibility.

And I'm not gonna be satisfied

until I know the truth.

Will you help me?

You know I will.

You won't be working alone this time.

Hello?

Charlie, this is Kelly.

Kelly, you sound strange.

Something wrong?

Oliver Barrows is dead.

Oh, I'm sorry. I truly am.

If there's anything I can do.

I wanna hire you.

I need to know who I am.

Kelly went through all that alone?

Why didn't she call us?

Well, she has now.

Angels, William Cord's work was done as a lawyer,

primarily research.

I want to start fresh. I don't understand, Charlie,

who's challenging the right to the inheritance?

She is.

That's why I want you to go to San Diego, Tiffany,

work with Kelly.

Go at it as though neither of you

had ever heard of Margaret Ellen Barrows.

Concentrate on the estate and anyone associated with it.

If there's anyone with anything to gain, besides Kelly,

in all this, it should be there.

All right, Charlie.

What about me, Charlie?

You stay here, Kris.

Cord should be in Los Angeles within 24 hours.

I want you to pick up the trail where his research left off.

If there's the slightest variance, dig it out.

Will do.

Any questions, Bosley?

No, Charlie, uh, just concern.

Depending on how this goes, somebody could get hurt.

And I, uh... well, I just wish I could be sure

that it wasn't going to be Kelly.

So do I, Bosley. So do I.

You realize, Mr. Worden,

that we went to a great deal of trouble

to make sure that your law firm handled

the probate to the Barrows' estate.

Much appreciated. By far the largest I've ever handled.

So I shouldn't think time would be a problem?

I don't know, the pay cells and the title structures,

no legal incumbencies.

Takes time before the state taxes

can be paid and everything wrapped up.

It's important that you understand you have three weeks.

Three week...? That's impossible.

Three weeks to sell just the hotel, The Barrows.

That's all we're interested in.

Well, what you're asking could be

very expensive.

I mean, I-I have to answer to the state.

There are others that have to be paid.

Cut it.

You just do it.

Three weeks.

Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Worden.

Excuse me.

Well, if all this was mine

I wouldn't take a chance of losing it.

Neither would I, if it really is all mine.

That's why I wanted you and Kris and Bos.

I-I want no ifs, no questions.

Questions? I have one. Why didn't you call?

I would have arranged lunch

in one of the private dining rooms for you.

Glenn, this is Tiffany.

She works for the same firm I do.

How do you do, Tiffany?

Between us, I think your employer

should arrange a replacement for Margaret here.

Kelly. Please, Glenn.

All right, Kelly.

But it is Margaret Barrows

that has some important decisions to make.

You seem very sure that Kelly is Mr. Barrows' daughter.

No doubts, huh?

My only concern is that Kelly has doubts.

Uncle Oliver didn't have any.

I have a whole file cabinet full of proof.

Good. I'd like to start there then, if I may?

I don't understand.

I want Tiffany to examine everything.

Oh. Well, she's welcome to look at whatever she likes.

Thank you. But, by the way,

there are some documents, and I do need your signature.

Margaret Barrows' signature?

I'm sorry, but not yet.

Kelly, it could take months or years to clear up this estate

and there are the other bequests to consider.

Financially speaking, it's extremely irresponsible

to continue this way.

I'm sorry, but I said not yet.

Well, of course.

There's so many things I didn't know about Kelly.

You know, I had no idea she ever lived up here.

I don't think she did either. Mrs. Blaine had to give her up

after a year when her husband died.

They weren't as lenient in foster home placement then

as they are now.

Next stop.

Well, it has been an incredible four days.

What an adventure.

Wait a minute, this is only the beginning.

I still don't know how you did it.

Did what?

Well, you have a missing child, born at home in San Diego,

lost after a car crash in Texas, no fingerprints.

Well, I hate to admit it, but it really wasn't me,

it was a computer. Glenn Staley's idea.

I don't get it.

I didn't either till I saw the computer work.

You see, Barrows only had pictures of the baby,

his wife, Mary, and himself, and two generations before him.

So you put the pictures in the computer?

That's right.

And it gives you back is projected possibilities

of facial characteristics at different ages.

That's all there is to it?

Hardly, then comes the legwork.

Driver's licenses, government employee records,

state licenses, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Yeah, I guess we're all on a file somewhere.

Especially pretty lady detectives.

But I had six good, strong possibilities,

so I worked backwards from there

until I found state foster care people

who handled children from the orphanage.

The Blaines took the job while they lived in Texas.

Brought Kelly to California when they moved here.

I think you missed your calling. How's that?

I think Charlie could use you.

Heh.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

Wait a minute. Bill.

Don't panic, I'll have to find a place to pull over.

Bill. Hold on.

Wait a second, I'll put up the top.

Hurry.

What's the matter? It's stuck.

Here, put this on your head.

Come on. Come on out.

Come on, take my hand.

Oh, my shoe.

I got it, I got it. Come on.

Here.

Oh.

Well, one thing about the weather this time of year,

it's very unpredictable.

Yeah, especially if it's one of those freaky storms

that comes up from the south.

Sure doesn't look like it's gonna let up.

Ooh. Here.

Put this around you. Thank you.

Try to stay warm.

Um, we might be here a little while,

so I'll go out and see if I can get the top up on the car, okay?

Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Yeah.

Four days that woman's been at those files. Four days.

I can't afford four days.

What does she hope to find?

Nothing to find.

Why does she have to be a detective?

There was no way of knowing what she was gonna be.

Couldn't this Tiffany Welles be putting on some kind of act?

What difference does it make?

If this drags on much longer we're all going to be ruined.

Glenn, what if the new Miss Barrows were dead?

I don't like it.

I don't like what your suggesting.

You've heard the phrase all or nothing.

Wait a minute, Uncle Oliver was different.

I put up with everything from him over the years.

Glenn...

There's really very little difference.

We're so close.

How do you suggest I do it?

Didn't the old man give her a new car?

Yes.

And don't new cars sometimes get mechanical defects?

Little bugs that have to be worked out?