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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.

In part one,

as Kelly was doing some spring cleaning,

her doorbell rang.

Miss Garrett, I have every reason to believe

that you could be Oliver Barrows' lost daughter.

You could be his sole heir.

I want no financial problems when I turn over

the Barrows to the city.

I wish you'd reconsider.

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.

This hotel goes to the city, it costs me $15 million.

I wouldn't like that.

So I'll deliver.

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.

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.

Here, put this on your head.

Ah. Come on.

Ooh. Come on out.

Come on. Take my hand.

Ooh. Oh.

Whew. Heh, heh, heh.

Ah.

Ah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you Miss Margaret Ellen Barrows.

To you, Father.

Mr. Barrows.

Mr. Barrows.

Allen, call the doctor.

- Charlie, this is Kelly. - Something wrong?

I want to hire you.

I need to know who I am.

Glenn.

What if the new Miss Barrows were dead?

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?

Somebody get over here and help.

CONSTRUCTION WORKER 2: She's still alive.

This picnic was a great idea.

Well, we put in a good couple of days' work,

I thought we deserved a little rest.

Aah.

Hey, there. Just stop. Aah!

Just stop. Ha, ha. Don't panic.

All right.

Uh-oh.

Flat.

Flat.

Well, the walk will do us good.

We should go this way.

Oh, it is so beautiful here.

Yeah.

How did you ever find this place?

Well, I was, uh, defending

a whole bunch of environmentalists.

I was trying to stop a contractor

from building in this area.

Oh. Well, I don't see any condominiums.

Well, that's 'cause I always win.

Oh?

Are you getting hungry?

I'm starving.

We just happen to be at a favorite spot of mine.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

Okay.

Need some help?

Nope.

Now, watch your step.

Okay.

And voilà.

You like? KRIS: Oh.

This is so nice.

Yeah. Here.

Well, I used to sneak down here and relax

whenever I got the chance.

Well, I can sure see why.

Nice?

Makes you never want to go back to the city.

BILL City? Ha, ha.

What's a city?

Don't remember.

Uh, listen. Hm?

Not to bring up anything gloomy,

but what are we gonna do about the bike?

Does anybody ever come by here?

Well, uh, do you really want to be rescued?

No. Not really.

What is it?

Is it someone else?

You know, um,

I've wanted to do that now for the past couple of days.

I know.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

I love you, Kris.

No.

No.

Can't stop.

Can't stop.

Kelly?

Oh, Tiff.

How do you feel?

Not good.

Doctor says you're gonna be fine.

Is Bill here yet?

Not yet.

But he'll be here soon.

Glenn Staley just called from the airport.

They're on their way.

Why don't you take a little rest till he gets here?

All right. Get a little sleep.

There you go.

Doctor says it's primarily shock,

possibly a slight concussion.

You're sure? GLENN: Yes.

There are other problems here, you know.

What problems?

Because of the accident, at least possible impairment

as a responsible plaintiff before the court.

I tell you, the administration of the Barrows

and everything could come to a complete standstill.

As executor, I think it's imperative that we press on

with the probation of the will.

We've got to avoid these entanglements and delays.

Glenn, at this moment

I don't care what you do with the estate.

Excuse me.

I'm Tiffany.

And you must be Bill.

Yes. How is she?

Well, the doctors say she's gonna be fine.

W-When can I take her home?

Well, they said maybe this afternoon.

Bill?

Well, why don't I go check?

Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

Hold me.

Oh.

Oh, everything's gonna be fine.

When I thought that I'd almost lost you,

it made me realize how much you mean to me.

How much?

Everything.

I'm so lucky.

Hm. Hm.

There could never be anyone else for me.

Kelly, I love you.

I love you.

Oh.

I'll get the door.

Come on. I'll carry you in. No, I can walk.

Just put your arms around my neck.

I may never let go.

Mr. Staley is waiting in the living room.

You had us scared to death.

Hmm. I didn't expect to see you here.

Sit right there. Can I get you anything?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

You feeling all right? Yes.

Yes, well, you were very, very lucky.

Speaking from a purely selfish standpoint, so am I.

Do you know, if anything had happened...

Can't this wait?

Bill, all I need is a few signatures.

Leave her alone for a little while, all right?

Bill, I'm fine.

Uh, signatures? What for?

Didn't Bill tell you?

To expedite the probate.

Margaret,

in light of your accident, I think it's time that you,

well, faced some facts.

Now, any further delay becomes terribly destructive.

And everything Uncle Oliver worked for could be

tied up in court for years.

Is this true, Bill?

Well, it's happened. But there's time.

I don't understand the rush.

The Barrows has very heavy liens against it.

Here.

See for yourself.

Carver Industries?

Principally.

But Carver Industries is calling for its $3-million loan.

Now, that's long past due.

We don't have that kind of cash.

It could jeopardize the entire estate.

If I sign this, I act as Margaret Ellen Barrows.

Kelly, I think it's time you accepted the fact

you are Margaret Ellen Barrows.

Everyone else has.

Tiff, Kelly's okay, isn't she?

I mean, you're not holding back on us.

Oh, no. She's, uh... She's just fine.

Matter of fact, she should be there by the time we get home.

That's if we get home.

Don't ever let anybody tell you Los Angeles traffic is bad.

Whoo.

Bos? Hm?

Before you talk to Kelly,

I think you'd better take a look at this.

I picked it up on the way to the airport.

Accident report?

Well, it's preliminary, but it's... It's disturbing.

"Accelerator pedal held down with a clamp"?

That doesn't sound like an accident.

I told you. It's pretty disturbing.

So you think somebody's trying to kill Kelly?

I think someone's trying to kill Margaret Ellen Barrows.

You sure you don't want to go inside?

Not yet.

You know, it... It's funny how much you take for granted

till you come face to face with losing it.

Well, I'm glad your attitude has changed about the estate.

Oh, I don't mean the Barrows or the money.

I'm talking about you and me.

Kelly... Shh.

Hey, Tiff.

Looks like you were right.

Our patient is well on her way to recovery.

Well, Kelly, you look great.

Boy, you sure had us worried.

Well, it was pretty scary there.

For a moment I thought it was all over.

Ooh. Listen, if you feel up to it, we should talk.

Well, yeah, I feel fine. Come on, Bill.

Sure. I'll be right with you.

Kris.

It was Kelly all the time.

Kris, you have to let me explain something.

You let me believe that you loved me.

I do love you.

And I also love Kelly.

You can't be in love with two people.

Look, my whole life, I've never been in love with anybody.

Until now. And now I love you.

And I love her. I...

I know how stupid it sounds.

Then you have a decision to make.

Doesn't make sense.

Murder never does.

Tiff, can you show me where the car was parked?

Yeah, it's out here.

Go get some rest, honey. We'll check it out.

All right.

Glad you two are getting to know one another.

Uh, yeah.

Bill and I worked pretty closely together

when we were double-checking his research.

As a matter of fact,

we've gotten to know each other pretty well.

Kelly, I have to tell you something.

All r... What is it?

I want you to understand that I didn't plan this.

It just happened.

What happened?

What happened?

We're in love.

Kris.

It's true, Kelly.

I'm sorry, Kelly.

Have... Well, thank you for telling me.

When I thought I'd lost you today, I realized how much

I do love you. Everything I said is true, but...

I love both of you.

And I don't know how to explain that.

I need some time to think. I'm sorry.

Ooh.

Kelly.

Kelly.

Huh.

Kelly.

Look, you've got to give me a chance.

I didn't know about the two of you.

If I had, I never would have let anything get started.

What do you want me to say to you?

I don't know.

So where does that leave us?

I can't give him up.

Neither can I.

Okay, so there's no physical evidence in the garage.

Where does that leave us?

Well, we should start with who would gain from her death.

Yeah, and I wager that you're way ahead of me on that score.

I wish I were.

You're kidding?

Well, with all the money that's at stake,

there has got to be somebody with a motive.

That's what I keep thinking.

Yeah, well, I'm thinking it's time for me to visit Mr. Cord.

And I'll start checking his documentation of Kelly.

Yeah. Hey.

Kris!

Hey, Kris!

Where do you suppose she's going?

I don't know.

I wanna thank you for seeing me. I know you've been busy.

If this meeting has to do with Kris and Kelly,

I would just as soon keep that

between the three of us, all right?

Well, I haven't come here to play Miss Lovelorn,

if that's what you mean.

But I don't mind telling you that you have broken up

what has been a darn good team,

much less two good friends.

Look, you tell me, all right?

What are the odds that a-a man looks his whole life

for one woman, just one, that he can really love and care for?

Somebody like Kris, or Kelly.

Somebody that you want to spend the rest of your life with.

I didn't plan it this way, believe me.

Well, you couldn't have done any better if you'd tried.

I know.

But recognizing my own stupidity doesn't make the decision

that I have to make any easier.

Maybe somebody's trying to take that decision out of your hands.

I mean, Kelly's accident.

It looks like somebody may be trying to kill her.

What? How?

I think the question is "who?"

If Kelly were dead, who stands to gain?

Well, I don't know.

Oh, I think then that you better recheck

everything that you have on Oliver Barrows.

There's gotta be something that none of us has thought of.

I'll do it.

Get back to me as soon as you can?

Sure.

Thanks.

Bill.

Well, Mr. Cord.

Bill, what can I do for you?

What I have to say,

maybe we'd better go to your office.

Well, I have no secrets from Linda.

Ah, Bill, come on in, sit down.

You look like a man who could use a drink.

Scotch, isn't it?

Forget it.

Is it Margaret? What's wrong?

No. No, Margaret is just fine.

It's Glenn that's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Carver Industries. Does that ring a bell?

Sure it does. I mentioned them to you.

Today, as a matter of fact.

But what you failed to mention is that you own 10 points

in one of their development projects.

It's a business investment.

It's a conflict of interest.

What conflict of interest?

Carver Industries has an option to buy

on every other piece of property on this block.

I knew they had investments,

didn't know they were that extensive.

Guess I made a better investment than I thought.

Come off it, Glenn.

Boy, you really had me fooled.

Everything. With Kelly.

The whole thing, I thought it was legitimate.

But you needed her, didn't you?

Because without an heir to leave it to,

this hotel goes to the city and your plan is ruined, isn't it?

I think you're letting your imagination run away with you.

I think you need that drink after all.

Is it my imagination that Carver Industries' investment

is worthless without this hotel, is it?

What does Margaret have to say about that, Bill?

She stands to gain, what, 7, 8 million dollars,

after taxes, when the barrels are sold?

You know very well what she'd say.

Does that mean you haven't told her?

I'm hoping I won't have to.

Until you're put away in jail

Glenn... GLENN: Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's all right,

Bill has a right to his suspicions.

We just have to be proven in court, that's all.

You are taking this whole thing very coolly.

The act won't hold up in court, Glenn.

You're forgetting:

Innocence needs no defense.

Here's to truth.

May you always be as persevering in seeking justice.

The only thing I can't figure is Kelly.

Now, how did you set that up?

You amaze me, Bill.

You found her, I didn't.

Glenn... Shut up.

He asked for a call down.

All right.

Why don't you let me go down.

Good afternoon.

John Bosley, I took your call.

That him?

Yeah.

We had his ID, we needed confirmation.

How, uh... How'd it happen?

Drowning, looks like.

Wearing street shoes. Must have slipped.

The maintenance man found him

between the boat and the dock out there.

Okay, he's yours now.

Uh, look, could you, uh, just give me a second?

His girl is up there.

Yeah, sure.

Is it Bill?

I'm sorry, Kelly.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to do for these girls.

We can be here for them,

as much as they need us.

Yeah.

There's something else we can do too.

What do you think of this?

Bill's keys.

They were in the ignition.

And I'll lay you 8 to 5 that the keys to his boat

are on this keychain too.

Would you go down to your boat without the key to the cabin?

Well, you better lay that on Inspector Burton.

I'm gonna do more than that.

I don't care if you have to call Charlie,

I don't care if we have to blow up city hall,

you get that coroner to run an immediate autopsy

on Bill's body.

Why, what have you got?

Right now, not enough yet.

But I may have.

I'll see you back at the house.

I'm so sorry.

Bill Cord was... Was my friend.

I know that's insignificant

compared to the loss that you feel right now,

but I want you to know...

that you have someone to lean on.

Now,

the next several days will be difficult.

But we'll get through it.

Somehow, you'll see.

Kelly?

Oh, Mr. Staley.

Uh, I phoned your office.

I was wondering, would it be convenient

if I stopped by this afternoon?

If you like, we can talk now.

Well, I, uh...

I think it would be better if we spoke privately.

Four o'clock, would that be okay?

Yes. Certainly.

Margaret.

Anything at all, you call me.

Anything.

All right.

Four.

On the dot.

How you feeling?

I'll be fine.

Well, get a good grip on yourself,

because I just came from the coroner's office.

Now, he's only just gotten started,

but I can tell you this right now:

Bill Cord didn't drown.

There was no water in his lungs.

Are you sure this is everything

that was on Mr. Cord's desk this morning?

Yes, I never disturb any work Mr. Cord leaves,

he's... He was very particular.

I'm really sorry about Mr. Cord.

I know you are.

And you've been a real big help, and I thank you.

Do you mind if I use the phone?

Help yourself. Thanks.

Oh, and, Roger?

If a Mr. Bosley calls for me,

please tell him that I went over

to the new Carver Industries construction site?

Sure thing.

Hello.

Hello, Kris? Tiff.

I want you to hop into a cab and meet me over at the mansion

in about an hour.

I'm sorry, Tiff. I'm going home.

Not unless you wanna be sorry for the rest of your life

you're not.

Look, no games, okay?

This is no game, Kris.

I want you to sit down and take a hold of yourself.

There's a very good chance that Bill Cord was murdered.

With your help I think we can prove it.

Think you guys would wanna answer a few questions for me?

Various projects... Wallert.

The foreman says she's a reporter

from some lady's magazine

doing some article on hardhats or something.

Oh, she's doing an article, all right,

we're all gonna be in it.

That's the Welles woman. From Townsend Associates,

the one who's been rummaging through my files all week.

What are you talking about?

She's a detective from L.A.

You don't wanna take my word for it?

Why don't you invite her in here?

She'll be happy to take your picture.

Wallert, you're an idiot.

How was I supposed to know?

Lane, handle it.

And make certain you get the camera.

Hey, lady? You all right?

Look at that car. You okay, lady?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Do me a favor, would you, and call the rental company?

Tell them where they can pick up their compact.

So then it's your guess

that it was the sale of the hotel

that was the key to this whole charade?

Yeah. But I had to be hit on the head

with a ton of bricks before I realized it.

But Bill Cord knew.

He had it nailed down in black and white.

There's a direct link between Glenn Staley

and Carver Industries.

Then Glenn had to have an heir for Oliver Barrows

in order to get possession of the hotel.

That's right.

Kelly, I'm so sorry.

But my guess is, the documents proving your identity

are just as phony as Bill's accident.

Mr. Bosley, there's a telephone call for you.

Oh, thank you.

Hello.

Now, we know that Richard Carver's involved.

He's president of Carver Industries.

But there's a new member invited to this party.

The license on the limousine at the construction site

was registered under the name of none other than Arnold Gundy.

Gundy?

Gundy.

Isn't he the one the government tried to nail

for that mail fraud a few years ago?

He's the one.

He's been doing pretty well since too.

At least well enough to buy a controlling interest.

From Carver Industries.

Thank you very much.

What is it, Bos?

Bill Cord was murdered.

Are you sure?

Yeah, the coroner said he found traces of a synthetic poison

in his bloodstream.

Seems that if it's ingested, or even inhaled,

it goes through the mucous membrane

into the bloodstream almost immediately.

Results in a heart attack or a stroke.

Apparently it can emulate almost anything.

Then it must be Glenn.

Well, we can't be sure of that.

Oliver Barrows died of a heart attack too,

remember?

I was there.

It was Glenn.

I'd stake my life on it.

You may have to if you wanna prove it.

Well, tell him I'll be down in my office...

in about a half an hour.

Hi. Hi.

Oh, I'm glad I got this chance to talk to you

before I go.

Oh, you're leaving?

Yes, as a matter of fact, all three of us are leaving.

Kris and Tiffany and myself.

An emergency has come up.

I really hate to go right now,

I'm very concerned about Kelly.

Heh. You mean Margaret.

Uh, yes, Margaret.

I wish that she could accept that name as easily.

You know, I hate to see her just throw away all that money

because of some fool notion.

What notion is that exactly, Mr. Bosley?

Well, really it's, uh, her state of mind.

As you can appreciate,

Bill Cord's death really hit Kelly very hard.

And now she's taken it into her head

that maybe it's all wrong.

You know, some kind of an omen

that she's really not Margaret Barrows after all.

But I have documentation.

Oh, I-I know that,

but I don't think that is what Kelly needs right now,

so much as companionship.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

You see, uh, Kelly was going to have us all for dinner

but now that we're leaving, I was wondering if...

If you'd be good enough to drop by on her tonight.

I think it would make her feel a lot better.

Of course we will. Won't we, darling?

She's had a very difficult time.

You can count on us.

Oh, thanks very much, I really appreciate that.

Look, uh, could I use the phone?

I have to call the airport.

Oh, please. Thanks.

Okay, let's try it.

What?

Let's reenact it.

It's a good idea.

All right, Harmon,

you pretend that I'm Mr. Barrows.

Okay?

You pour for me, right?

Thank you.

I taste it. Right?

Then I pour for Kelly.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

No, it wasn't like that.

No, Mr. Barrows would never pour,

not even Château Margaux,

without first checking the cork.

The cork.

Anybody check this cork after Mr. Barrows?

Oh, that simply isn't done.

No one questions the judgment of the host.

Which means that I sat next to Oliver

all the while he was being murdered.

Hello.

Ah, so glad the two of you could make it.

Well, it's our pleasure.

Your employer, that is, your ex-employer Mr. Bosley,

said you might like some company.

"Ex" is right.

But then I don't have to worry about that anymore, do I?

Thanks to you.

Where are the servers?

I gave them the night off.

You think that's wise, Margaret?

You know, you really shouldn't be here in this house

all alone.

But I'm not.

You're here.

She's right, darling.

Well, it looks like we're early.

We didn't know you were having a dinner party.

Oh, well, uh, I'm not.

But it is beautiful, isn't it?

Oliver would have loved this.

Don't you think?

Margaret, are you sure you're all right?

Margaret is just fine.

Wonderful in fact.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

Ah, there now.

How rude of me.

One moment.

Hm. You know, uh,

corks and wines can be very dangerous.

It was one of these that killed my father.

Uncle Oliver died of a heart attack.

Heart attack, death, murder.

They're all the same anyway, aren't they?

No, there's quite a difference.

Money.

Money is a difference, isn't it?

Margaret, you're not making much sense.

I think we better cut this short

and let you get some rest.

No.

Bill Cord is resting.

Bill had a heart attack also.

Did you know that?

I understood he drowned.

So did the coroner at first.

Big, strong, loving Bill Cord.

Died of a heart attack, just like that.

Why did you have to kill him, Glenn?

I understand your grief.

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

But you've obviously had too much to drink.

You killed them both, didn't you?

Just a few drops of heart attack.

There are drugs that can do that, you know.

Glenn... No, it's all right.

But the real poison was greed, wasn't it?

A greed by the name of Carver Industries.

You have a very lively imagination, Miss Garrett.

It is Garrett, isn't it?

Kelly Garrett.

Not Margaret Barrows.

I wasn't the child born in this house.

With no footprints on file.

No record of life after 18 months,

no identity.

But then you created one for me, didn't you?

Very carefully.

I think you're giving me too much credit.

I think not.

Where did you see my picture?

My resemblance to Mary.

In the newspaper?

In the Bureau of Motor Vehicles?

Yes, I think it was there.

No, as a matter of fact, it was neither one.

It was an old magazine.

Featuring a very pretty young lady

graduating from the police academy.

Glenn, stop it, that's exactly what she wants.

No.

I found what I wanted this afternoon in the attic.

That's Margaret Barrows.

You should've checked the attic.

A mother always keeps these things.

My fingerprints will never match these.

So there goes your whole scheme.

Ungh. Glenn... Oh!

Ah... Oh.

We all know the tragic loss that Margaret has suffered.

All the grieving she's been though,

we've seen it ourselves tonight.

Grab that paper and get the car.

You know, it's too bad.

Because all you had to do was take the money.

It was all yours.

Linda?

Linda?

Let her go, Staley, it's over.

You stay back. You stay back.

There's no place to run, Staley.

You come any closer, I swear I'll kill her.

Staley!

Don't move, Staley.

Thanks, Kris.

That was for Bill.

It's all right, honey.

Ah, and what is this?

It's my resignation.

I'm quitting.

What?

Look, uh, I made up my mind.

I don't wanna talk about it, okay?

Well, Charlie's gonna wanna have a reason.

It's all in there.

You tell him.

Oh, no.

No, no, you handle this one yourself.

Kris, listen to me.

You can't quit. We're a team.

We were a team.

Hello, Charlie.

Yes, Bosley.

Uh, look, Charlie, I have a problem here.

Uh, Kris just dropped her letter of resignation on me.

Just forget it, Charlie.

Kris doesn't have to leave.

I am.

Seems to be a lot of that going around.

Care to tell me what it's about?

Well, I caused it, Charlie.

I did some very selfish things

that make it impossible for Kris and me to work together.

Let's just leave it at that.

That's all I have to say.

Look, it was me.

I was the one that was childish and jealous.

If anybody should leave, it should be me.

I won't let you leave because of me.

Look, it was my fault. I should be the one.

Would you just listen to me?

I'm so sorry, Kris.

I am.

I'm sorry too, Kelly.

Truth is,

I think we were both pretty lucky to have known him.

Yeah.

No resignations?

Cancel the resignations, Charlie.