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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.

Hello.

Hi, Bosley.

Now?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Okay, I'll tell them.

Yeah.

Well, we're supposed to go to the office in one hour.

We have a case out of town.

Oh, no. Out of town?

Aw, what about the party tonight, huh?

Looks like it's down the tubes.

No way. Listen, we'll just tell Charlie

we've been planning this party for weeks

and we'll start the case tomorrow.

And then he will politely tell us to unplan the party.

No, he can't do that, not if we stick together.

That's true, there's safety in numbers.

It'll work.

Okay. What are we going to feed all these people?

Well, I don't know, but whatever it is

we'd better have enough for people with big appetites

because you remember that guy I met? Jerry? Remember him?

Yeah.

He's going to bring over some players from the Rams.

Oh, I hope Joe Namath comes, I really do.

Bree, what time is it?

It's, uh... yeah, it's nearly 10:30.

Hey, we'd better get to the office.

Listen, I think I'll stick around

just for a few minutes, anyway.

Betsy Harper is supposed to come by

and sell me those cosmetics.

I don't think she's going to make it, Kris.

You know, I think she'd have been here by now.

Let me look around the beach just for a few minutes.

She really needs the money.

Aw... Okay, but don't be late.

You know how Charlie is about being on time.

Please, Kris, I don't want to hear Bosley's

"time is money" speech.

Hurry up. Time is money!

I'll be there.

Francona, who's investigating

the so-called Sandcastle Murders,

revealed that yesterday's victim

the second in less than three weeks,

also died of strangulation.

Police noted that both victims were somewhat

similar in appearance

and one source referred to them as look-alike killings.

And now for today's weather.

Hey, you don't own me.

I'm doing my thing, that's all.

You see? That's just what I mean.

Now, when have I ever tried to own you?

Okay.

All right, I... I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm a little uptight.

You been taking care of business?

Because, babe, you look kind of wiped.

It's sweet of you to care, Hank, but I'm okay.

Except for that.

That is so creepy.

Using those things right on top of us.

I feel like I'm under a microscope.

Man, he's a real hulk, isn't he?

Why don't you tell one of the beach cops?

Tell Dave.

Uh-uh. No way.

Why not?

What's the matter?

Well, just forget it, okay?

Betsy?

Hey, I thought you were going to come by

and sell me those cosmetics.

Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Actually, um, I was coming to see you about something else.

Um, seeing as you're a detective and everything

I thought you could help me.

Well, sure, honey. What is it?

Well, if somebody saw something that wasn't definite...

You know, um, you didn't actually see

them do it or anything, but, uh...

it could be important...

Wait a minute. Do what?

Oh, I don't know if I should tell anyone or not.

I'll get the person hassled, and, and...

I might get myself... in trouble.

Okay, now, was it a crime?

For sure.

Well, I-I think you should tell the police.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not in trouble or anything, but, uh...

Kris, I've been on my own since I was 14, and...

Betsy, look, I want to help you, honey, but you're...

you're making it hard.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right.

I tell you what.

Why don't I go up and I'll put on a pot of coffee

and we'll talk about this. No. No, I got to go.

Betsy?

Let me help you.

Bosley: Hi, Kelly. Bree.

Morning, Bos. Hi, Bos.

Where's Kris?

She'll be along.

Soon.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

You know how Charlie is about punctuality.

See what I mean?

Better answer that, Bosley, it might be the phone.

Hello, Charlie.

Good morning, Bosley. Angels.

Good morning, Charlie.

Good morning, Charlie.

All present and accounted for?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, all here, Charlie.

We're all here.

Well, then, let's get down to business...

Assuming everyone's had lunch.

Sabrina?

Yeah, Charlie, I've, uh... I've eaten.

Kelly?

Uh, ditto, Charlie.

Kris?

Listen, Charlie, there's been

a couple of calls this morning.

Kris? Me too, Charlie.

And ready to go to work?

Yeah. I mean, no, Charlie.

Charlie, what she means is

you see, we've been planning this party for weeks, and, uh...

No. No, that's not what I mean.

It isn't?

Oh, man, she was so scared

and it was like she knew something.

Maybe about the murders.

And, I don't know, she was so lost, and,

and I was the only person that she could talk to, only,

only I couldn't get through to her.

Slow down, Kris.

Translation, someone, please.

What are you talking about?

Who was so scared about what, and...?

Are you talking about the Sandcastle Murders?

Yes.

Betsy Harper?

Oh. If your friend has something tell her to give it

to Lieutenant Francona.

He needs all the help he can get.

Well, I told her she should report it, Charlie, but...

but she's really afraid, and, you know

she's just one of those beach kids.

About the deal at hand, Charlie...

It's a very lucrative deal, the one in Palm Springs.

Did you feel that she was genuinely frightened, Angel?

Aw, Charlie, she was scared to death.

In that case, you'd best go back and find out why.

Well, what about the new assignment?

We won't worry about that now.

Off you go, Angel.

Okay. Charlie, I love you.

Um... uh...

Sabrina, Kelly, maybe one of you ought to keep her company.

You're a good guy, Charlie.

Like to tell you that to your face someday.

Charlie?

Yes, you may go too.

Thank you, Charlie.

I know, Bosley, time is money.

Hey!

Hi. Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure can.

Hey, are you Jill's sister?

Yeah. Hi. Kris.

Dave Christopher.

Nice to meet you.

Same. I've seen you on the beach

a few times since you've moved in

but this is the first time I got lucky.

Hey, listen, I'm looking for a kid named Betsy Harper.

Have you seen her around?

It's kind of important.

Don't think I know her.

Is she in trouble?

No. I talked to her this morning.

She seemed kind of spooked.

Everybody who hangs out at the beach is

because of this sandcastle business.

Want me to help you look?

Nah. Thanks.

He was a big dude, muscle beach type.

Had an eagle tattoo here, and I think...

I think he drives a blue van, but I don't know his name.

Kris said you used to go out with Betsy.

Yeah, some.

What broke it up?

She started messing around

with this guy old enough to be her old man.

You know, daddy cool, lot of bucks.

Uh, do you know his name?

He's the sales manager of the cosmetic company she works for.

His name's Fallon.

Larry, Barry, or something.

Tell me, if I found him, would I find her?

I think he bounced her.

Tell you what you might try though.

The lady that owns the company... Her name's Melissa Rossiter.

Now, she's got a beach house

a mile or two up that way, higher end district.

Well, why would Betsy be there now?

Whenever she's, um... broke, or would come unglued

you know, she'd go up there

and the nice lady would let her crash.

Thanks, Hank. You've been a lot of help.

Hey, listen.

I'd ask you out for dinner or something

but you probably carry a gun, and I don't believe in violence.

Well, I understand, and, uh...

I'll try to live with it.

Hey, Kris!

I think I've got something.

A house up the beach.

A lady named Melissa Rossiter.

Come on, let's go.

Kelly?

It's an old bracelet of mine.

I gave it to Betsy.

Kelly...?

Another look-alike, lieutenant?

Enough similarity for a nut.

How was she killed?

She was strangled, like the others.

It was somebody strong.

Oh, that figures.

He'd, uh... he'd have to put her away fast

in a public place like this.

So you two work for Charlie Townsend, huh?

That's right.

There's only three things in this world I hate...

Cabbage, rot-gut whiskey and your boss.

Why do you hate Charlie?

Well, Charlie and me started off together as beat cops.

Today he's got a Rolls-Royce,

and I got a bleeding ulcer.

That answer your question?

Uh, Dave is it? Yeah.

When was the last time

you passed this area on patrol?

Oh, an hour ago.

Nothing suspicious?

No. Negative.

Then you had to be

the last one to see her alive.

Betsy's killer was the last person to see her alive.

If I want the cutes, honey, I'll turn on TV, okay?

You got any idea who was following her?

I didn't even know the girl. You'll have to ask them.

Well... you two know a lot about this case

for a couple amateurs.

Look, we don't know anything more than...

than anybody would know

spending an hour on this beach.

Oh, I'll spend my hour, and a few more hours.

Meantime, you'll answer my questions.

Now, how come you're looking for a girl

about the same time she gets herself killed?

We suspected she was in trouble

and she looked a little like the other victims.

Yeah, but she didn't say anything

about the Sandcastle Murders, did she?

No, not exactly.

It's just instinct.

If you want to ask us any more questions

you'll have to hold us.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

I let Betsy stay here occasionally,

but I can't really say I knew her.

Oh, I feel terrible.

She was... she was such a child.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

You said she worked for you, she stayed here

and you didn't know her?

Would you like a drink?

No.

Well, frankly, I could use one.

You've... you've got to understand

where I am coming from.

I was a runaway when I was a kid

just like Betsy.

Like so many of them

lived... I lived right on the beach

and, uh, it was fun.

It was really a lot of fun for a while.

But then in the end it... it gets desperate.

Well, you seem to have pulled yourself together okay.

It has not been easy, but people have helped me

and, uh... I invented a cosmetic line

that just took off.

And you want to pay a little of it back?

That's right.

But I have been going through a very painful divorce

and I have been working hard.

Maybe I didn't give the kids who come around here

the attention I should.

Did you know any of the other girls that were murdered?

Oh, no.

Look, I wouldn't take it on myself.

The killings seem to be at random by some psycho.

Melissa, hi.

Oh.

I came as soon as I could get away.

Oh, I'm glad. Darling.

Larry Fallon, this is Kelly Garrett

and Kris Munroe.

Nice to meet you. Hello.

These are detectives that Betsy knew.

Oh, they certainly don't fit my stereotype of a detective.

Did you know Betsy?

No, not well.

I'm, um, head of sales, but we use dozens of kids

as part-time door-to-door salespeople.

Frankly, they're not very dependable.

They come and go.

Then you work for Melissa Cosmetics?

Well, and then some.

When I get my final divorce

Larry and I are going to be married.

Congratulations.

Fallon was lying.

He said he hardly knew Betsy,

but the lifeguard said she was dating him

and Fallon dropped her.

Maybe it's the lifeguard who was lying, Angel.

From your description of Larry Fallon

I would guess a certain prejudice.

Charlie, this guy is really bad news.

Instinct.

And Kris' instinct was right about Betsy.

Okay, so...

Kris's instinct says Fallon's bad news.

Okay, I give a lot of credit to instinct

but... how bad is the bad news?

I mean, is Fallon

lying to his fiancee to cover an indiscretion

or is the man a murderer?

About the other case, Charlie

the one that might help pay your trip

to Acapulco...

Very seductive of you, Bosley,

but I think we'll stay on this one for a while.

Well, we don't have a client.

Yes, we do.

Me.

Oh.

Forget about it, Bosley.

I'm looking forward

to Lieutenant Francona's embarrassment.

Thank you, Charlie.

Okay, look, now, if we're going to do this thing

I guess I'll have to cover Fallon, right?

I mean he's already seen Kris and Kelly, huh?

And Kris and Kelly know the beach scene

so they're the ones to look for the gorilla with the tattoo.

How do you hide a gun in a bikini?

Very carefully.

What's my assignment, Charlie?

Bosley, I understand you're something

of a gourmet chef.

Well, I have been known to give rise to soufflé

from time to time.

In that case, I have just the cover for you.

Oh...

All right, let me smell your breath.

My breath? Why?

Well, you're a cook, aren't you?

They're all drunks, it's the fuel.

I assure you that I am not a drunk.

Well, then, you're a till-tapper.

Madame, I do not steal money from cash registers.

If you're not a drunk,

and you're not a till-tapper,

why do you want to work here?

Sea air. My doctor recommended it.

I don't know...

I don't know if I should hire you or just, uh, close down.

Close down?

Haven't you noticed how deserted the beach is?

Afeared of that Sandcastle Murderer.

More likely feared of ptomaine.

Think you can do better, huh?

I have been a chef at some

of the finest restaurants in America.

All right, you can start. $2.50 an hour and eats.

Ah, nothing fancy.

Anyway, I thought maybe if I could

ride around with you, I might find something

I don't know, maybe somebody that knew Betsy.

Would it be okay?

You better believe it.

Don't want to intrude on your territory, now.

Are you kidding?

You're an investigator, and I'm, uh...

just a private... security man, glorified lifeguard.

Doesn't look like such a bad job to me.

Fresh air, warm sun, pretty girls.

Long hours, low pay, no status.

Hey, Mr. Garrison, you catch anything?

Well, better luck tomorrow.

You see that guy?

He's a millionaire, retired, comes here every day.

He doesn't know what to do with himself.

If it was me... I'd know.

Yeah? What would you do?

Well...

maybe one of these days I could sh...

Show you.

Come on, hop in.

Have you ever done sales work, Miss Duncan?

Uh, yes. It's all down there.

I see.

Oh, you have a university degree.

Are you sure you'll be satisfied

working door-to-door?

Hi, Leslie.

Oh, Mr. Fallon, hi.

Hi. Hello, Mr. Fallon.

Hello. How are you?

Miss Duncan!

Yes? What is it?

Well, uh, you don't know me, but I know you

or at least who you are.

Who am I?

Well, you're the man to get to know

if you want to get anywhere in this company.

You've just applied for a job

and you're asking for a promotion?

Well, I've never been accused of modesty.

I believe it. What's your name?

Uh, uh, Sabrina Duncan.

I am ambitious to start a new career

and I have a lot of experience in makeup.

How's that? Well, I was an actress.

Uh... in a former life.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Sabrina, how about lunch?

Well, why start at the bottom?

How about dinner?

Ooh... come into my office.

We'll talk about it.

Uh... Just keep that... form.

Uh, next.

Hey, Chubby.

How about some service?

Right. What can I do for you, sir?

I want a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich.

And a glass of milk.

You got it.

BLT with mayo and moo...

Something wrong?

Wrong? No.

Of course not.

Kris, Kelly, can you hear me?

Hello? Kris?

Yeah, Bosley? What is it?

Hey, you!

Make that on whole wheat.

Right, right.

Kelly, Kris, the man with the tattoo, he's here.

Okay. We'll be right there. Hold him.

Hold him?

Oh, uh, listen, uh

how would you like some French fries?

I just ate.

Yeah, but I mean, I mean like dessert, you know.

They're free. They're on the house.

I don't eat stinking fries.

Look, man, I got respect for my body.

You should have some respect for yours.

Your body's got too many muscles on it.

What'd you say?

I said, I will. I will.

Hey, don't you want your change?

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

The blue van!

We'll get him.

I think I know that dude.

He works there. I think he lives there too.

What do you mean, "lives there"?

Well, there are apartments above the merry-go-round.

Let's go talk to him.

Hey, wait a minute.

You sure that that's a good idea?

Well, he's the only suspect we have.

Yeah, but we don't have one bit

of hard evidence against him.

Well, we'll shake him down, see what we can find out.

Why don't we let the homicide guys do that.

If we do it and he makes us then it's going to be

a lot harder for us to keep an eye on him.

That's true.

I sure would like to get a look inside that van, though.

All right, you're on.

But if he catches us, you wrestle with him.

Well, he's a bird watcher.

Yeah, not the kind with wings.

Look at this.

What's that?

Porno. Snapshots or something.

I don't know. Kind of sick.

Hmm... mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Pretty weird guy.

Can we get out of here now?

Yeah, sure. Ugh...

Is this where you bring all the girls?

I see my reputation's preceded me.

Well, it's never been a crime for a man

to like women.

About the job, I checked.

There's an opening:

assistant sales manager.

Oh... Well, I can't be vice president.

You're vice president.

What happened to the girl who had the job before me?

Uncooperative.

I see.

Well, you're very direct.

Honey, how do you think I got where I am today?

When I want something, I go right for it.

Like, um, president of the company?

How did you hear about that?

Well, I, uh, know you're engaged to marry Melissa Rossiter.

Uh, I mean, girls do talk, you know?

This doesn't have anything to do with us.

Oh, no, no. It doesn't bother me at all.

Just curious.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you heard right.

If Melissa's divorce ever comes through.

Messy, huh?

In case you haven't noticed...

I love gossip.

Well, her husband's holding it up.

He's trying to stick her for a huge settlement.

Well, he's entitled, isn't he?

Community property.

No, not this time.

You see, they married

when they were both wet behind the ears

and separated before Melissa hit really big.

Sounds like Mr. Rossiter is a little greedy.

His name's not Rossiter, it's Christopher.

Dave Christopher.

He's a private security guard on the beach.

Just one step up from a surfer.

Gee, that's kind of funny.

Why would a woman like her marry a man like that?

Mm-mm.

Now, you may like gossip, but I don't.

Let's talk about you and me.

Or more specifically, your place or mine?

As soon as I return from the ladies' room.

Now? How about an answer?

Well, you're in

the cosmetics business, aren't you?

You wouldn't want to take a lady home with messy mascara.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me. Rest room?

Thank you.

Hey, I really enjoyed that. Thank you.

The food was terrific.

Well, not the fa... fa...

The fanciest restaurant in town.

Will you stop putting yourself down?

The food was very nice.

The company was terrific.

You can't ask for more than that.

Well, um... if it was that enjoyable

do you think I could come in for a while?

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to go answer that phone

and you're going to go home

and I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks again.

Night.

Night.

Hello.

Kelly, it's me.

Listen, I just found something out.

I think we ought to all get together.

No, Kris isn't home yet, but I got a key to her place.

We could wait for her.

Well, I'm going to tell him I got a terrible headache.

Yeah, okay. Bye-bye.

All right. let her go.

Let her go. Back off. Back off.

Hey, wait, wait.

Real slow, get up against the wall.

Real slow. Real slow.

Are you okay?

I've never been so glad to see two people.

Kelly, call the police, huh?

No need.

Dave, what are you doing here?

I passed his van a couple miles back.

I thought I'd come back and check

just to be sure. Lucky you did.

Looks like you did all right.

I'll take this dude downtown.

I'll call you as soon as he's booked.

I scared her just like you said, Dave.

And now I'm in big trouble.

I told you I'd take care of you and I will.

Just keep your mouth shut and it'll be okay.

With Gerson in jail

we should have this

whole thing wrapped, right?

Wrong. Wrong.

There's one thing that's still bothering me.

It's kept me awake all night.

Dave Christopher. Mm-hmm.

Why didn't he tell us

that he was married to Melissa Rossiter?

I don't know, Bree.

I mean I was with the guy for dinner...

He didn't even mention it.

They never do.

And not only did he not tell us

that he was married to Melissa Rossiter

he didn't tell us that in the divorce proceedings

he wants half of her fortune... Community property.

That's what he meant when he said

he would be a millionaire someday.

Bosley, what did you put in these eggs?

Just a little chives some cottage cheese

and a dollop of sherry.

Well, well, well, well, well, good morning.

Good morning.

Ladies, I've got some bad news for you.

Gerson bailed himself out early this morning.

You're Lieutenant Francona?

And you're...?

Sabrina Duncan. I work with Kris and Kelly.

That's really terrific... He bailed himself out.

Did you give him a map to Kris' house

so he'd be sure not to get lost?

Hey, hold it. I don't make the laws.

It was a bailable offense...

Breaking, entering and assault.

Felony?

Not even aggravated.

Simple? Simple assault?

The man didn't use a weapon.

The lady doesn't have a bruise on her.

Yeah, well, he didn't have a chance to put one on me.

Got something else to tell you.

He's got excellent alibis

for two of the Sandcastle Murders.

Well, that isn't any help to Kris.

Can we put a police guard on her?

Oh, boy, you've got to be working with these three

to come up with a question like that.

We don't have enough men to guard the mayor.

Let me ask you one simple question then:

What are you going to do?

Honey, I just did it.

I warned you.

Have a nice day.

That man is unbelievable.

Well, we can't afford to waste time worrying about him.

Kris is in real danger.

Well, I know one thing:

You don't wait for your enemy to come to you.

But, Bree, Dave's a security officer,

he could have been questioning Gerson on his own.

And giving him money?

Well, maybe it was for information.

Uh-uh. I don't think so.

Hey, look, Kris, do you still have

that advertising folder of Melissa Cosmetics?

The one that's got Mrs. Rossiter's picture on it.

Mm-hmm. Could you get it?

Sure.

Hey, I've got some news.

I don't know what it means, but it's odd.

Kris, when you and Dave followed Gerson

to the merry-go-round that first day

did he admit he knew Gerson?

He said he'd thought he'd seen him around.

Well, Gerson works at the merry-go-round.

We knew that.

What we didn't know

is that Dave lives in one of the apartments above it.

What?

Now, that's weird.

Why wouldn't he mention that?

What does all that got to do

with some maniac killing girls on the beach?

Now, wait a minute, look.

Look at this picture of Melissa Rossiter.

She's got blonde hair, blue eyes, she's light complexioned.

Same general body build

as the rest of the girls who were killed, right?

Are you saying that Melissa is a candidate

for a look-alike killing?

Well, suppose Dave wanted his wife killed

before she got a divorce.

Means he would go from patrolling the beach

to owning the beach.

Yeah, but he'd also be the most likely suspect in town.

Of course.

Unless she were just one

of a whole series of girls who were killed,

all of whom looked alike.

Well, who's going to suspect him?

Everybody's looking for some nut.

Oh, Sabrina, that's...

I know, I know, I know. It's pretty far out.

But if I'm right, it's really very clever.

But he'd have to be insane

to go around killing people so... casually.

Yeah, and if you are right,

Melissa's number should be coming up very soon.

You think she'll believe us?

I don't know, but I think we'd better try to convince her.

I think you're right. Let's go.

This is the craziest thing I've ever heard of, really.

I mean, I know that you people mean well.

But that fact that David wants to kill me

and you have no proof...

We don't have time to wait for proof.

That's why we came to you now, Melissa.

Maybe we can help each other.

To do what?

It is so preposterous.

Mrs. Rossiter, has Dave ever been in any trouble?

No... Well, not serious.

He does have a temper.

What do you mean?

Well, he was asked

to leave the police department.

That's why he became a private guard.

He hurt someone.

What about you?

Did he ever do anything to you?

Only once, and that was when

I was telling him I was leaving him.

Look, David is

a very proud man, and he was finding it

very difficult to live with a wife

who is making it big in the business world.

I could handle it, he couldn't.

He has asked you for a lot of money.

Yes.

I will admit...

I will admit that there have been times

when he has been...

he has been a little ugly,

but that is over now.

Excuse me, what do you mean?

He called me.

He called me this morning

and he is going to give me the divorce on my terms.

When is this going to happen?

This afternoon.

He asked me to come over to his place

and we are going to settle it, just the two of us

and he was very, very nice.

Is today Monday?

It better be. Yesterday was Sunday.

The pier's closed on Monday.

Right.

It wouldn't be hard to get a body out of there

and down on the beach after dark.

It isn't possible.

Is it?

Well, if you'll help us, we'll find out.

David?

David?

Dave?

Theatrical?

Sorry, Melissa, I just couldn't resist.

You gave me hell when we lived together.

I'm giving you a little back.

David... You know who this is?

This is the Sandcastle Killer.

I'm going to capture him tonight.

Unfortunately, I had to kill him for resisting arrest.

S-s-s-settlement papers in there?

You didn't really think I was going to sign them, did you?

David, please.

I never hurt you.

I never...

Every time you wrote a check, it hurt me.

Now you're going to be the last victim

of the Sandcastle Killer.

Hold, it, Dave.

Are you okay? Yes, I'm fine.

Stay here.

Dave came out of surgery this morning,

and he'll survive to stand trial.

Thanks to Sabrina's incredible athletic prowess.

Actually, it was kind of a kick.

I'm so glad you forgot I was the lifeguard.

It was a good job on your part, Angels.

I just wish there hadn't been a case, Charlie.

Me too.

It's the only one that didn't

bring in a plugged nickel, Charlie.

What it did bring in

was a call from Lieutenant Francona.

You're kidding.

Why? Did he want to arrest us for solving his case?

No, it was to congratulate us

and that, Bosley, was worth a fortune to me.

Take the day off, Angels.

Go get a winter tan.

I have an incredible urge... Huh?

To do something.

Come on.

To do what?

Uh... I think the shrinks

call it regression.

But it'll be fun.

Come on.

Bree, wait a minute.

Where are we going?

This could cost a lot of money.