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Well, well, well. A file on Joan Freeman.

Changed her name from Joan Cabelli when she got here.

1943. That's 35 years ago.

Let's get on with it.

Why don't we just take the file?

Too obvious. We gotta burn it all.

Come on. Let's move it before the locals get back from the funeral.

Now, Angels, the woman Who was killed in the auto accident...

in Caine's Corners, her name was Joan Freeman.

When I knew her, her name was Joan Cabelli.

How long ago was that?

Thirty-five years ago.

And you're sure that Joan Freeman and Joan Cabelli are the same person.

Oh, yes. Yes, even though it was 35 years ago, I am sure.

You see,

we were to have been married, and something happened.

Something happened?

As our wedding approached, I sensed a change in her.

You mean she wanted to end the relationship?

Oh, no. No, she loved me. But she wouldn't marry me.

- Did she say why? - No, she wouldn't.

But I was young, very proud and stubborn.

I walked out.

And after a few weeks, I-- I came back... to look for her.

Mr. Stambler, how did this newspaper come to your attention?

I mean, a man in your position,

17-- if doesn 7 seem would be a subscriber to a weekly newspaper. - -

in a little farm town that none of us have even heard about.

Mr. Stambler subscribes to a number of clipping services.

Since he's been in, it's his way of studying marketing, general trends in the economy.

I see. Mr. Stambler,

may I ask why you're interested in having us investigate this...

if you hadn't even seen her in so many years?

In that article they write...

that Joan Freeman lived in Caine's Corners for 35 years?

But there's no mention of her ever having been married...

or widowed.

Yet, they do say that she was survived by a son, William,

35 years old.

I want you to find him.

Mr. Stambler, you control companies, corporations all over the world.

You must have hundreds of very capable investigators working for you.

Why did you come to us?

I have reason to believe...

that...

William mentioned in that article...

may be my son.

According to What I've read about you through the years,

Mr. Stambler, you've never married. Yes.

And so you can imagine what kind of effect it would have on the corporation...

if they were suddenly to discover that the Stambler fortunes had an heir.

- And that's why you came for outside help. - Yes.

But I expect you all to be very discreet.

Angels, I suggest you begin...

by flying immediately to Caine's Corners.

And you say the fire started in the records room, huh?

Mm-hmm. Started there and burned everything inside before they got it out.

Sheriff figures whoever did it broke in the front door while everyone was at the funeral.

So, uh, all the records were destroyed.

The fire got everything.

What was it you were interested in?

A woman named Joan Freeman.

Well, I can tell you one thing.

Joan Freeman was a fine, God-fearing Christian woman.

Do you have an idea how the fire might have started?

Sheriff figures somebody set off a firebomb.

Well, does he have any idea who might have done that...

or why they might have wanted to do that?

How do you figure a thing like this?

Did you have any luck?

No. I-It's crazy. What do you mean?

Well, there is nothing in this house that tells anything about who lived there.

Most of the drawers are empty. Everything is precisely in its place.

There's no natural clutter.

There's one of those big Bible stands in the middle of the living room.

The pages have been turned plenty,

but there are no magazines, newspapers, any kind of papers.

It's like Joan Freeman was hiding from the outside world.

It's as if she knew we were coming, and she hid it all away.

What is that?

Hey, that's the guy we saw at the airport.

He came in on that Brockhursf Industries jet from New York.

He was asking for Joan Freeman's address.

Yeah. Too bad he found it.

What are you doing?

What do you think? It will never get off the ground.

No, but it's gonna help us get this case off the ground.

Oh? What do you mean?

I found this and all this stuff in what I guess is a secret compartment.

I got a feeling any kid this info airplanes is still into airplanes.

Maybe she-

Help you?

Who are you people? What are you doing here?

- We were just looking around. - This is private property.

Uh, this is a court order. Says we have a right to be here.

Now that you, uh, know about us, how about you?

What are those? Like you said, private property.

- Not yours. - Or yours.

I'll come back when it's less crowded.

Well, who would he be? I don't know.

Not one of your Caine's Corners locals.

Not very likely.

What we have here is one coincidence followed by another coincidence,

and I think that makes neither one of them a coincidence.

What are you getting at?

The hall of records at the courthouse was destroyed by fire four days ago.

No way to get information on Joan Freeman.

We come to the house, you look around,

and there's a definite, if not a deliberate, lack of information here too.

Come on!

He's dead. - Anybody get a license number?

Uh-uh. It looked like an airport rental car, just like ours.

- Like his too. - Hold it. "Markle. Joseph Markle."

It's a New York driver's license.

There seems to be a lot of out-of-town visitors coming to Caine's Corners suddenly.

Yeah, and all of them coming to this house. But why?

Maybe if we find out more about Joseph Markle, we'll get some of the answers.

Yeah.

Get in touch with Charlie?

Yeah. The dead man's full name was Joseph Lawrence Markle.

He's a resident of New York City.

He works for the Brockhurst Industries, - Emphyed as what?

Charlie couldn't find that out,

but he thinks the Brockhurst Industries is underworld connected.

- Does this mean a trip to New York? - I guess we have to split up.

Why don't you go to New York and we'll see where this leads us.

Why don't you start at the airport.

It looks like he obviously loved airplanes when he was a kid.

Billy Freeman? Know him?

Huh! I taught him how to fly.

He started when he turned 16.

Kind of a quiet kid.

Loner. Until he got around airplanes.

Then he really came to life.

Natural pilot. He soloed in eight hours.

How long has it been since you've seen him?

Oh, about... six days.

Six days?

Yeah. He flew back for his mother's funeral, then he left again.

I don't suppose you know where he went.

Sure. Reno, Nevada. He had a show to do there.

- What kind of a show? - Well, he's a stunt pilot.

Thank you very much for your help.

You see him, give him my best.

Sure will do that. Bye-bye.

Well, I guess Kelly and I should go to Reno. Looks like, huh?

Well, look, Charlie says our client wants a progress report.

So let's take the charter back to LA. I'll tend to the client...

and you make your reservations for New York and Reno.

Right. Okay.

80, Miss Duncan is flying to New York...

while Miss Garrett and Miss Munroe are on their way to Reno, Nevada.

To find my son?

Well, William Freeman is in Reno, Mr. Stambler,

but we haven't even begun to prove that he is your son.

Well, I'd like to indulge in some wishful thinking.

See, I've been a pragmatist all my life, but--

So for once in your life, Jonathan, dream a little.

See, I've won most of the battles in my life,

but I'd trade some of those victories just to Win this one.

Well, perhaps you will, Mr. Stambler.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to New York's Kennedy Airport.

Please keep your seat belts fastened till we arrive at the terminal.

Hello?

Mr. Faylon? Who's this?

My name is Sabrina Duncan.

I don't know anyone by that name.

How'd you get this number?

I found it among Mr. Markle's personal effects.

Mr. Faylon, I think perhaps we should talk.

- I could be at your office in half an hour. - Very well.

I'm on the way.

It's open.

The office seems to be empty.

Come on in. Thank you.

Shut the door. Yes, sir.

Where is it? It, sir?

You are either carrying a gun or a very large lipstick. Where is it?

Yes, sir. I have a permit. Not in this office, you don't.

I'm a licensed private detective.

Oh? From where? Los Angeles.

Sit down.

Thank you.

How do you know Markle is dead?

Well, excuse me, sir, but how do you know?

- He worked for this company. - Did you send him to California?

Oh, no. The board of directors sent him.

I had nothing to do with it.

Now, what were you doing in Caine's Corners?

Oh, well, I was sent to find Joan Freeman's son.

Oh? Who sent you to find him?

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not at liberty to say.

Miss Duncan,

I'm not in the habit of being refused answers to questions I've asked.

I'm not in the habit of betraying the confidence of a client.

We seem to have reached an impasse.

Maybe we could trade information.

- Possibly. What have you got to offer? - What have you got?

You've got spirit. I'll give you that.

Now that she's dead, I don't suppose it matters. I can tell you.

A woman that called herself Joan Freeman... was his daughter.

Excuse me, sir, but who is he?

Cabelli. Louis Cabelli, founder of Brockhurst Industries.

When I knew her, her name was Joan Cabelli.

Aha! Louis Cabelli was very ill for a long time,

bed-ridden, died of cancer about two years ago.

You read the papers.

Uh, yes, sir.

He was a very wealthy man,

and yet his daughter lived a very modest existence.

She and her father split years ago.

I see. Uh, one of Miss Freem-- excuse me, Miss Cabelli's friends...

called her a God-fearing Christian woman.

Now, could the split with her father and all of this...

have come because of his underworld affiliation?

This company's underworld affiliations, Miss Duncan,

have never been proven.

Oh, I quite understand that, sir,

and I do understand the need for the alarm at the door...

and your need for the gun you probably have in your desk.

Well, now that I've given you something,

what do you give me?

Well, based on what you just told me,

I think I'm beginning to come up with sort of a theory.

- Would you like to hear it? - I'm listening.

Well, your position here is very good, sir.

I mean, let's face it-- you do run the place.

The board of directors put me in charge, yes.

Yes, sir. The same board of directors that sent Mr. Markle to California.

And had he come back with information...

concerning Louis Cabelli's only blood relative, well,

your position might not have been so good, would it, sir?

It's your theory. You tell me.

I mean, if William Freeman...

had not shared his mother's distaste for the good life,

he could be sitting in that chair instead of you, couldn't he, sir?

- I think it's time for you to leave, Miss Duncan. - If you'd like, sir.

Uh, do you mind?

Thank you very much. I'll just--

put it right back in there and, uh,

wish you a good day.

Good day, sir.

On the 1381“ lap in this qualifying heat,

Joe Brooks is leading by a narrow margin...

with Ted Healey closing fast, but not fast enough...

as Brooks wins it by a not- very-comfortable margin.

We'll be proceeding to the next qualifying heat shortly.

Meanwhile, ladies and gentlemen, let me direct your attention Skyward again...

for one of our very special attractions.

Bill Freeman in his Stearman biplane is performing for your pleasure.

Now, Bill is one of the top aerobatic pilots in the nation,

and we ire privileged to have him with us lode y.

Bill Freeman brings back a warm touch of nostalgia,

remembrances of the days When flying was truly an outlet for man's need of freedom...

and self-expression.

In a time of instrumentation and jet-age speed,

it's perhaps wise for us in aviation to occasionally glance back...

and look at where we've been...

and then recall a period of aviation that perhaps passed all too quickly.

Ladies and gentlemen, William Freeman and his Sfearman biplane...

in his own private salute to aviation history.

He's incredible!

How will you approach him?

Cleverly, I hope.

Here you go. Thank you.

So we better call Bree in five minutes.

Hello?

Bree. Hi. I thought we'd missed ya.

- No. Somebody else just did. - Run that by me again.

Somebody just took a shot at me.

- Are you okay? - Uh, well, yeah. I seem to be okay.

Did you get a look at him?

No, I didn't get a look. I got a few things to tell you.

I'm gonna catch the next plane out of here.

Okay, listen, you be careful, okay?

- Oh, yeah, believe it. Good-bye. - Bye-bye.

Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you...

who haven 'f yet seen the artistry of pilot William Freeman,

let me direct your attention upward where Mr. Freeman is presently doing...

what he does best-- performing his own special kind of aerial ballet.

Like many of his contemporaries,

Bill Freeman finds the true thrill of flight in aerobatic maneuvers.

And to many experts, Bill Freeman is one of the finest...

aerobatic pilots in the world today.

Interestingly enough, Mr. Freeman is younger than the plane he's flying.

So we have a very graceful union of a young man and a somewhat older machine.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Bill Freeman.

Looks like Mr. Freeman's come a long way...

since the old wooden airplanes in the garage.

A long way.

I'm gonna meet you back at the hotel. I'm starving.

Okay. Okay.

Hi.

Let's see. Um... I'll have a cheeseburger and coffee.

Oh! Ooh.

I'm sorry. I spilled it all over you.

That's okay. It's just a little bit. I hope it doesn't stain.

No, no. I'll just take it to the cleaners.

I can't believe it. Clumsy, stupid--

Will you relax? It's okay. Don't worry.

- Okay, I won't, providing-- - Providing what?

You let me buy you that cheeseburger.

Okay?

Okay. I hate to see a grown man cry.

Jake says to say hello. Jake?

Jake Meadows? Yeah. He said you were good. He was right.

Oh, Kelly Garrett.

No, thank you.

What were you doing in Caine's Corners?

Just passing through.

On your way to where?

Anywhere that feels good, I guess.

- There aren't very many of us, are there? - Many of us?

That go anywhere it feels good.

I manage it with that.

How do you manage?

I work a little, play a little, pray a little.

I could use that. Use what?

I've been trying to come up with a name for my beauty.

Never seem to come up with one.

Maybe it wasn't a name I was looking for.

"Work a little, play a little, pray a little."

I like it. What do you think?

I think I'd have to get to know your plane better...

before I could give an opinion.

Okay, let's get to it.

Okay.

Ooh! Nice little place you've got here. Mm-hmm.

Now what? Now?

Lunch. Ah! That sounds nice.

No finger bowls?

I wasn't expecting company.

As a rule, I eat alone.

I'm glad you broke the rules.

So am I.

♪ >J'

Thank you. What it boils down to is this--

Joan Freeman was Joan Cabelli, just like you thought,

and she did have a son.

And somebody doesn't want us to find out whatever it is we're finding out.

Now we know who the man is, what I want to know is he my son?

That's gonna take some time.

Well, hello.

Hi. Welcome back. Thank you.

Did you find out who was shooting at you? Nope.

- You're all right, aren't you? - Yes.

Where have you been? Well, I've been to about 10,000 feet,

I've been upside down, downside up,

front ways, back ways, some ways I can't explain. What?

I drank wine from a paper cup under a tree in a meadow,

named an airplane, came home.

Oh! And what did you do for excitement?

Oh. I don't know if he's your son, Mr. Stambler,

but I can assure you, he is an original.

Have you told him who you are, what you want?

No. Why not?

Well, he's a very independent fellow.

A definite loner.

I'm afraid if I told him what I wanted, he'd back off.

Are you telling me that you need more time?

I-I know time is important, Mr. Stambler.

I hope you'll trust me to handle it the way I think best.

I get the distinct impression...

that you like this young man, whoever he is.

I do. Whoever he is.

Hmm.

Well, I'm real sorry that I haven't gotten to meet this man among men.

Oh, well, we're meeting at the pool for breakfast.

Why don't you drop by, take a look,

turn green with envy?

I see. Uh, okay.

I tell you what. Why don't we turn in for the night.

I'm a little tired. Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Kelly.

I get the feeling you haven't come down yet.

- What do you mean? - Well, I mean I think your flying friend...

still has you a little bit off the ground.

It's not a bad feeling.

No, as long as you don't crash and burn.

That's not the plan.

No. Never is.

Come on.

Hi. Welcome to a lovely morning.

You can get your orange juice right here.

Okay, thanks. Can we have scrambled, bacon crisp,

rye toast lightly buttered and, uh, coffee, right?

How'd you figure that out?

We just seem to keep moving in the same groove.

We do, don't we?

Here you go.

So cheer up. There's worse ways to go, right?

Right. 80 where do we go from here?

Like you said, wherever it feels good.

Okay. Only, uh...

I don't know a thing about you.

I'm from Caine's Corners, remember?

Yeah. Your folks live there?

My mother lived there.

She was, uh, killed in an auto accident a couple weeks ago.

I'm sorry. Were you close?

No. Well, I loved her because she was my mother, but we were never close.

That's too bad. That's the way it was. She lived in that little house,

read her Bible, worried about being the perfect Christian lady.

She never smiled.

She never looked up.

She didn't really live, she existed.

What about your dad?

I never knew him. I don't understand.

Do you have to?

Oh.

Just curious. I'm sorry.

When I was a kid, I noticed that the other kids had fathers...

and maybe even a grandfather, and I didn't.

- Naturally, I asked my mother how it came to be that way. - What did she tell you?

She said that my father was a good, morally ambitious man,

but she wasn't with him anymore because of--

Because what?

She said that she had inherited sinful blood.

I think that was the term she used.

So she left him. Did she ever tell you his name?

Nope. And after a while, I stopped asking.

Or caring.

Kind of hard to understand, huh?

Yeah. Especially for a kid.

So I made up my mind right then, I'd stay away from people who wore false faces...

and nobody and nothing would ever get a hook in me again.

Two of a kind, right?

Right. Two of a kind.

Hi, there. Hi, there.

Hey, why don't you sit down and let me spill something on you.

I'd love to, but I'm about to meet my friends.

- Oh, isn't he that stunt pilot? - Yeah.

Is your, uh, girlfriend his girlfriend?

Well, she's working on it. Ah.

He must be a pretty interesting guy-- pilot, daredevil, Batman.

Well, I'm about to find out. I'll see you at the races.

Uh, hey, um, want to have lunch today about 7:00, same spot?

- Come on. Come on. - Hmm.

Sure. Great.

Find out anything?

Oh, they're getting closer. And sooner or later, they're gonna tell him.

Meantime, I've arranged to meet her for lunch.

I'm gonna make that phone call.

The two of them are with him now. What do you want me to do?

I can't lose it all now.

Not after all the years I've invested in him-- he owes me.

He's needed me, and I've always been there.

If this man is his son,

I won't be cheated, not now, not when I'm this close.

- You want me to kill him? - I have no choice.

What about the two with him? Want me to try another near miss like I did in New York?

I'm afraid a near miss won't do.

This time, it seems they refuse to be discouraged.

By now, they could know too much already.

I've got to end John's dream...

before it becomes my nightmare, you understand.

Miss Wales, all we understand or care about is the money you pay us.

You owe us for the one who came snooping around from New York.

Now you want three more put away. That's triple the expense.

Are you prepared for that?

Yes, I-- I suppose I must be.

I am.

It's the final qualifying heat.

George Brye and Roger Haines have been having

a running battle for the past 20 minutes.

Brye is presently leading with Haines running a close second.

These two will no doubt qualify for the finals later today.

And I must say, the final run for the money...

promises to be a very exciting event, to say the least.

Tell the board I'm coming back when I'm good and ready to come back.

John, has anyone ever told you you sometimes appear tyrannical?

Yes, you have, countless times.

Do you suppose I'm right?

You're the only one who could keep on telling me and still be around.

I'm still around, John, because you're very important to me.

I hope you realize how important.

Hello. Hello.

Hi. Hello. Hello.

- Well, you learn anything, Miss Garrett? - A little.

Well, when can we expect some answers?

Soon, I hope, Mr. Stambler.

I think I'm getting close.

I've, uh, made some sandwiches in case anyone is hungry. No, thanks, none for me.

Not for me. As a matter of fact, I have a heavy date.

I'll walk halfway with you.

Pick me up at, oh, say 1:00 at the hot dog stand?

No later. Charlie's calling at 2:00.

Okay. See you later.

Ah, good, you're not using wax. Wax?

Icarus the Greek. He used wax on his wings.

The sun melted it, and he fell to Earth.

There's a lesson in there somewhere.

Never fly with a Greek god.

That could be the lesson.

You know, after the show is over, I'll be leaving here.

And then where do you go?

I thought maybe you could help me with that.

I should decide where you go?

I was thinking in the plural-- we.

- Where we go? - The idea doesn't appeal to you?

It appeals to me.

Much more than I would have imagined.

I don't see any ropes tying you down.

Are there any?

Bill, there are things we should talk about. Why?

I am what you see.

I'll always be what I am. Nothing will change.

You can't be so sure about that.

Oh, I can be. And I am.

Bill, nobody can be that sure.

I don't know about anybody else.

I only know about me.

You know, it's tough to get to that place,

but once you're there, it's a fine place to live.

You should try it.

Bill, there's something I want to tell you.

I'll be here when you come down.

Hi, Kris. Hi, how are you?

Right on time. How you doing? Good.

We“, what'“ you have, coffee and a cheeseburger...

or a cheeseburger and a coffee?

Let's see. Surprise me. Okeydoke.

Three cheeseburgers, three coffees. Three?

Oh, I ran into an old friend of mine. Joe, I'd like you to meet Kris.

Kris, Joe. Hi, Kris.

Hi, Joe. He tells me you had breakfast with, uh--

Oh, yeah, this morning with my girlfriend. Why do you ask?

- I'm a big fan of his. - Oh. You into planes?

No, but I've admired him for a long time. Know him well?

No. Actually, my girlfriend knows him. I just met him this morning.

Boy, I'd sure like to meet him.

Say, you think your girlfriend could arrange that?

Oh. Well, I could ask her.

But aren't you a little old for autographs?

Oh, give me a cup of coffee.

Before leaving us in his aerial pursuit of a muse, so to speak,

Bill Freeman offers one last glimpse of the past...

as he again performs his artistry for your pleasure, ladies and gentlemen.

If you've enjoyed the past three days here at Reno,

believe me when I tell you the men who perform for you feel the same way.

And we only hope you've found some insight into the world of these men...

who cross the skies of [his country of ours.

Good luck to all of you and good flying.

You're missing some great stuff out there.

So what do you think?

What do I think about what?

We", can you get your girlfriend to introduce me to Freeman?

I'll ask her when I get back to the hotel. She's not here now?

She is, but I really don't have time right now.

Wouldn't take that long, would it?

A little longer than I have, unfortunately.

Listen, thanks for the cheeseburger.

Why don't you call me when you get back to the hotel?

I'm afraid that won't do, miss.

What is this?

We want to meet your girlfriend and Freeman-- now.

What's going on?

If you don't want to get hurt, and I'm sure you don't,

just give me the little gun in your purse.

And do exactly as you're fold. Now mo we.

Hey, there she is. Where?

- Kris! - Hey, who are [hose guys?

I don't know. I've never seen them before.

Hey, Bosley, she's not going anywhere. They're taking her. Come on.

How'd I do?

No wax on your wings.

I, uh-- I wasn't sure you'd still be here.

Well, like I said, I-

- Hi. - Hi.

I thought you were meeting Bosley and Sabrina.

There's been a change of plans. Who are these two?

You know the heavy date I told you about?

Little heavier than I figured.

What the hell is going on?

Nothing personal, Mr. Freeman. I'm afraid somebody wants you dead-- all three of you.

This is a joke, right? Somebody's pulling a joke.

I don't think so, Bill. Get on the truck, Mr. Freeman.

Mister, I don't know who you are or what this is about--

Mr. Freeman, get on the truck or I'll drop her where she stands.

I'll take your gun, miss. Do as he says, Bill, please.

Smart. Move out.

Get him off!

What the hell is going on around here?

I think it's a perfect time to find out.

Oh, God. No.

Who are these men? What is this?

I think maybe you'd better ask Miss Wales.

What's this all about?

John, you've got to understand.

I care so much about you. I really do! I always have.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

Everything. Everything.

I was just so afraid.

Please, please. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do!

Please, I really am sorry.

Bill.

Bill, he wants to meet you.

I've listened to everything you had to tell me.

I don't know if your client is my father.

Your mother never-- I told you everything my mother ever told me.

Bill, maybe if we talked and spent some time, you'd remember more.

I don't want to remember more.

What about your mother's family in New York?

What about 'em? You have possible legal claims.

There's a lot of money there too.

You've kind of got it coming at you from all sides. Oh, yeah.

And a lot of responsibility and ties, compromises, right?

Usually goes with the territory.

I told you. Nothing, no one was ever gonna get a hook in me again.

Bill, I wanted to tell you why I was here.

Yeah. Well, now you got your place to go,

and I got mine.

Hey...

it's okay.

Just went down wrong, that's all.

Keep the wax off your wings.

Clear.

He didn't want to see me.

I guess not, Mr. Stambler.

We still don't know anything.

After all that... we know nothing!

Well, maybe knowing isn't important. Maybe feeling's important.

I mean, if you really believe that he's your son,

nobody can take that away from you. Yeah.

But-- But why wouldn't he at least see me? Why?

Mr. Stambler, you told us...

you were once young, proud and stubborn.

- So is he. - He'll come around. I know.

Now that he knows, sooner or later, he'll come around. You'll see.

Maybe I will, Mr. Stambler. Maybe I will.