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Once upon a time,

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

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.

But why can't you tell her?

Because I don't want to tell her, pet.

Come on. Go upstairs.

Then you come with me.

I have a 5:00 meeting,

and you know how hard it is for me

to pull myself away from you.

If you don't tell Michelle, I will.

Dana.

Dana, darling, you know I love you.

Kevin, you've been using me.

If you love me, then get a divorce!

Is somebody there?

Who is it?

Who's here?

We've been hired by Dana Cameron's parents

to find Dana's killer.

Notice anything, Angels?

How could we miss noticing, Charlie?

It's Kelly, almost to a tee.

Really? I don't think she looks that much like me.

In that pose, she's a dead ringer.

Sorry. I wasn't trying to be funny.

You weren't.

And I take it there is a reason

why you're pointing out the resemblance, Charlie.

There is, and Bosley will fill you in

when he gives you your covers.

So far, the police have reached a dead end

in solving Dana's murder,

and our clients feel that the police investigators

are pursuing the wrong direction.

The Rag Doll Strangler is what they're calling the killer.

See, Dana worked for a, uh, designer,

Kevin St. Clair.

Now, the company is St. Clair Creations, Incorporated.

Look in any fashion magazine, Angels.

The name is Michelle, St. Clair's bride of two years.

But Dana told her parents

she and St. Clair were having an affair.

So we have two possibles:

Michelle, if she was jealous of her husband

having an affair with Dana, and St. Clair himself.

Well, it could be the affair was going sour.

Is St. Clair a Scorpio?

You know, it's really a bad cycle for Scorpios right now.

Scorpio or not, Jill, St. Clair is a solid suspect.

Then you think the killings

were definitely an inside job, right, Charlie?

There's no doubt in the minds

of Mr. And Mrs. Cameron that it was.

All of our prime candidates

have alibis for the time of the murder.

So our assignment is to shoot at the alibis

until we find one that leaks?

Correct, Kelly. Bosley will give you your instructions.

Charlie, you keep promising

you're going to be with us on one of these cases,

and you never show up.

And you know how we're looking forward to it.

Yeah, Charlie. Are we going to see you on this one?

I dearly would love to be there

shoulder-to-shoulder with you this time, Angels.

But I'm going to be down under

for a few more days on my current caper.

Down under? Charlie, are you in Australia?

Not quite, Angel.

Meet you down under, Charlie, honey.

I plan to be up to my ears

into the one I'm locked in on, Angels.

So carry on without me till I can join you.

Good luck. Keep in touch.

Help you, ladies?

Oh, yes, we're from the Hilliard agency.

We'd like to see Mr. St. Clair

about the fashion show this afternoon.

A little tardy, aren't you? The interviews were yesterday.

Better late than missing the job altogether.

Besides, two of the girls Mr. St. Clair hired

are going to be no-shows.

How come?

Oh, too much partying.

Um, besides, won't we do as the replacements?

That's up to St. Clair, babe. I only work here.

Photographer?

No, actually, I only carry these around

to accent my wardrobe.

I'll introduce you to the man.

I want to catch his face when he sees you.

Why?

You don't know?

If I did, would I ask?

Delicious.

A little to the left, Candy.

Fine.

Very nice.

Oh!

That turn you on, Heinz, baby?

I mean, does it make you kind of quiver like?

Oh, I forgot.

You're too pure

to get all sweaty over a lady, aren't you, sugar?

Leave him alone, Michelle.

Two new troops from the bench

to replace a couple of dropouts from the show.

Sorry we're late, Mr. St. Clair.

The agency had trouble finding us.

What's your name?

Kelly Garrett.

I think your agency has a lot of chutzpah, sending you here.

I want you to tell them that.

I don't understand, Mr. St. Clair.

What did I do wrong?

He's referring to your freaky reincarnation

of his dear departed Dana.

Put her in the white bikini.

You can't do that. I'm wearing it.

Put her in it. Kevin!

The show will be at the St. Clair estate, ladies.

We'll see you there.

Wha-what's going on? What about me?

He'll hire you.

I'll see to it.

But we have to get you both fitted right away.

Thank you. Thank you.

I guess we're in.

In this menagerie,

I'm not sure if that's good news or bad.

Come on. Let's go.

Lovely. Lovely. Turn it on, baby.

Now, look at me. That's it.

Just soon as I check out the girls,

I'll take these reservation lists down to the main gate.

Everything else is all set for the showing.

Press, TV coverage.

Everything I promised I'd deliver.

It's about time you delivered something

for somebody besides yourself, Jesse.

And we both know one of the reasons

you've been so successful sucking in the parasite press

is because of Dana's death.

So what? What's the difference how I got them here?

Listen, with the kind of press you're getting on this showing,

every buyer in the country will jump on the bandwagon.

Creations, Incorporated will be the hit of the season.

What we need on the bandwagon

are the banks where we are trying to float loans.

Our audit is in two weeks,

and our spring collection means sink or swim.

I saw Michelle heading down to the pool house to change.

She still uptight over the Garrett chick?

Livid. She's an alley cat.

But then, fortunately,

the alley cat is an endangered species.

Lovely. Lovely. Toss your head back.

Now look at me. That's it.

Further. Further. Head back.

Okay. Now we'll try one with the hat.

Alec, do I really look that much

like the girl who was killed?

From some angles.

It's a bit spooky.

You know, I heard that Dana Cameron and St. Clair

were having a hot and heavy affair.

Did you, now? Yep.

What else did you hear?

That Michelle hired detectives to follow them,

and that St. Clair was the last one to see her alive.

For someone who didn't even know she resembled Dana Cameron,

you're becoming quite an expert.

Well, I can't help but be interested

under the circumstances, now, can I?

All right, girls. Come on. Let's get the lead out.

Chop chop. We got a full run-through in one hour.

Now, as soon as you're ready,

go down and see Alec at the pool.

Okay, Heinz, how do I look?

Mm, fine.

Is that a religious medal?

Mm. From my home, in Holland.

Oh, it's very nice.

You know, I really appreciate you letting me work today.

I hope that I'll be able to pay you back.

I did not buy your services. I do not buy women.

Oh, that's not what I meant at all.

I really was just hoping we could be friends.

I have no friends.

That dude digs nobody, honey. Just pins.

How long have you been with the St. Clair Company?

Too long.

After awhile, the numbers everybody does on everybody else

gets on your nerves, you know?

Yeah. That bad, huh?

Bad enough.

What about Dana Cameron?

Do you think she was happy with the company?

To her, the company was Kevin St. Clair.

Do you think he might have had anything to do with her death?

Police don't seem to think so.

What do you think?

I think you ask a lot of questions

for somebody I've never seen before today.

Excuse me. Could you tell me where I could find Alec Witt?

Who's asking? I'm Sabrina.

I'm working as the photo stylist on the show.

Yeah? Well, good luck.

Alec goes through stylists

the way Bluebeard went through wives.

What did you get from the police report?

They're still treating Dana's killing like it was a sex thing.

Now, her apartment was torn up.

The bedding and pillows were slashed.

The curtains were ripped.

It looked like something ritualistic.

Then we're on the wrong track

No, no, no, no.

Now, remember, Bosley told us

that Dana's watch was smashed at the time of her murder,

setting the time of the murder at 4:00, right?

Yeah, and St. Clair told the police

he took Dana back to her apartment at 3.

Yeah. He then claims that he went to a bar,

had a few drinks, and on his way back to the office,

his car broke down and had to be towed.

He had the mechanic swear to the time: 4:00.

So?

Jill, Dana was getting out of the shower

when she was killed. Now, who takes a shower

wearing a diamond watch that isn't even waterproof?

Oh. So you're saying St. Clair set the watch to a later time

to fit his alibi,

and then put the watch on Dana.

I'm saying the killer did,

and the killer could be St. Clair.

Now, you better get back out there before they call you.

Are you set for a job here?

I conned my way through the gate.

I'm not sure how I'm going to do with Alec Witt.

Well, anyway, you look terrific.

I think he's outside shooting Kelly now. Let's go.

I had enough of that little tramp Dana

when she was alive, sugar.

I mean, somebody's playing

a look-alike Halloween joke on you.

Or aren't you bright enough to know it?

Look, I have a very important show to get ready,

and I don't need any more hassle from you.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know I can wear Dana's things.

You will wear what I want you to wear, dearie.

She is not going to wear it.

You're not going to let her wear it.

I'm going to tear it off of her!

Well, uh, Kelly said she'd be right in the swim of things.

Yeah, but I don't know if giving swimming lessons

to the boss' wife is the way to win friends

and influence people.

Either I wear it or I don't do the show, and I mean it.

Oh, Michelle, Michelle, Michelle.

Go dry your hair. And when the show starts,

you will be wearing it, huh?

And later on, we'll have a good long talk.

Just let's have no more embarrassing incidents, okay?

Go on. Go ahead.

Ah, there's, uh... There's food and drink in the cabana.

Let's... all take a short break.

I'm really sorry, Mr. St. Clair.

Well, don't be.

I foresee a long and happy relationship

with just the two of us.

Why? Because I look like Dana Cameron?

I have affairs with all my models.

Didn't anyone tell you that?

I guess they didn't.

So it really doesn't matter who you look like.

Oh, I like subtle men, Mr. St. Clair.

Oh, I forgot my bag.

I thought you were going to take a memory course

so you'd stop forgetting things.

Oh, well, it didn't work out too well.

I kept forgetting which night the class was.

Michelle?

Michelle?

Kelly was with St. Clair when it happened,

so it couldn't possibly have been him.

That poses a problem, doesn't it, Angels?

You were sure St. Clair was the killer.

Well, everything we had pointed to him.

But who could have a better alibi?

I mean, not only was he with Kelly,

but he was standing within full view

of everybody at the pool during Michelle's killing.

Okay, that rules out St. Clair as the strangler.

Now, who wasn't accounted for?

Well, Heinz Brandon went back

to make some alterations on the wardrobe.

Jill, what do you think of him as a suspect?

Well, I like Heinz, Charlie.

I mean, I know he's a little strange, but...

That's what they said about Jack the Ripper.

We've got the copies of the bank records

you arranged for, Charlie.

And the background dossier on Jesse Woodman.

Mm-hm. What's in it?

Woodman appears to be a real wheeler-dealer.

He manipulated a stock purchase with very little capital

and bought into Creations, Inc.

When Kevin St. Clair was badly overextended.

Well, how does St. Clair feel about that arrangement?

Let's put it this way:

They're in bed together, but it's not a happy marriage.

I have Woodman's police record, Charlie.

And our public relations man needs a public relations man.

Aggravated assault with intent to commit murder.

It was a girl he picked up one night

who barely lived to tell about it.

What about Dana?

Where was Woodman the night she was killed?

On a business trip to San Francisco.

But I checked the airline schedules,

and he could have had time to make a turnaround flight

under another name.

Listen, Charlie, I would like to take a gander

at St. Clair's books.

I mean, they might tell us more

about the tie-in between St. Clair and Woodman.

All right, Angels.

I think from here on out,

each of you should take a separate point of attack.

Sabrina, take Alec Witt.

Jill, see what you can find out from Jesse Woodman.

And Kelly... Yeah, St. Clair and his books

Correct. Just be careful.

I have a feeling whoever this strangler is,

he isn't through yet.

Ah, thank you, darling. That wraps it.

They'll probably need you downstairs any minute.

Now, where was it, uh, we met?

Well, we didn't exactly meet.

Our... eyes met.

At the St. Clair estate.

That's right.

I was going to give you my letter

from your friend, Jim Hassler.

He said he'd recommend me anywhere.

Recommend you for, uh, exactly what?

As a photo stylist.

I'm terrific.

Really, you'd be amazed.

I would?

The best part is, I'm very reasonable.

Are you now?

Well, why don't you try me and find out?

All right, step, step, step and turn.

That's right. Now, take off the jacket.

Wrong. That was wrong, wrong, wrong.

This jacket is like a tarantula. It keeps grabbing me.

Who used that cheap jersey on this?

Change it or take it out of the show.

It has to be two inches shorter.

It's simply terrible that way.

I have the patterns right here, Mr. St. Clair.

You can see it's been cut entirely wrong.

It's simply ruined.

I don't know, Heinzie.

Maybe the model can wear wooden shoes...

Or whatever they wear in your country.

Postpone the show. We simply cannot make it.

If we don't make it,

you'll be back pushing pins in Bakersfield.

Wrap it up, girls.

You've got an 8:00 call in the morning.

St. Clair just went into his office with Woodman.

So if you have a chance, pump Candy.

I tried to talk to her several times, but I struck out.

I have a feeling she can tell us something

if we can just get her to open up.

Do you think you can corral Woodman?

Ooh! Faster than Roy Rogers.

Roy Rogers?

Yeah, in my tomboy youth, I was a real Roy Rogers freak.

Oh, do you know when Trigger died, they stuffed him?

I mean, there's nothing sacred anymore.

Just be careful with Woodman.

If he is the strangler,

I'd hate to think how Charlie would feel

if you wound up stuffed.

Oh.

Hi, Jesse.

Hey, doll. How are you?

Oh, I'm in a spot.

You know, my car went blooey this morning.

Had to take a taxi. You think you could give me a lift?

Yeah, where to?

Oh, surprise me.

Why not? Thanks a lot.

I have to get my bag. Just a minute.

Bye.

Jill.

Perhaps I could take you home.

Oh, Heinz, I'm sorry. Um, Jesse just asked me.

Of course. I understand.

But maybe we could go out some other time.

What about tomorrow night? Is that all right?

You know, one of the fitters

told me that some of St. Clair's ideas come from you.

Is that true?

Would that surprise you so?

No. Not at all.

I just... I wish you wouldn't let

them treat you the way they do.

Just keep pitching there, buddy boy. You'll score yet.

What are you looking at?

Just you, babe.

Oh.

Got a light?

Well, the lady is armed and dangerous.

Two girls have been killed. What do you expect?

The phone company's going to disconnect my phone.

No calls in a week, especially from you.

Well, I'm sorry, but I've had a few things on my mind.

I hate to be cold.

But I know you and Michelle were at the end of the line,

and the funeral's over.

So, what are we waiting for?

You are direct, aren't you?

Yes?

Uh, don't let him get out of the garage.

I'll be right down. I don't believe it.

Somebody's trying to tow my car away.

Is that such a tragedy?

I've already sunk 4000 into that transmission.

Nobody, nobody tows that car, even if I wanted them to.

Uh, we'll have to get together some other time.

What the hell is going on here? Get that car on the ground.

I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I have my orders.

I don't care...

Johnson? Who's Johnson?

I know it may be a bit of an inconvenience

for you, Mr. Johnson,

but I am sure that they'll be happy to return the car

when you start making the payments again.

If you'll just sign right here. What payments?

I paid cash for this car.

My name is St. Clair, not Johnson.

Oh, dear me. Well, if your name is not Johnson,

well, that means that... this isn't your car.

No, no, no, no, idiot.

I'm St. Clair.

This is my car. You've got the wrong car.

Oh. Well, maybe the dispatcher made a mistake.

I'll have to phone in to find out.

Nobody's perfect, you know.

Well, anybody can make a mistake, Mr. Johnson...

I mean, Mr. St. Clair.

But you sure look like a Johnson to me.

Oh!

Sorry. I didn't know anybody was still around.

I have a late date.

You scared me to death.

I... I sure hope not.

Good night.

Oh, my God! I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

I forgot my purse, so I came back to get it.

I'm glad I did because I've been wanting to talk to you.

About what?

Dana Cameron and Michelle St. Clair.

I don't know what you're getting at.

I think you do.

You were Alec Witt's alibi when Dana was killed.

You said you were with him.

There are some people who don't believe your story.

Who? Who doesn't believe me?

Look, is there anywhere we can go and talk?

There's a restaurant three blocks from here. Maxine's?

I don't want to be seen leaving here with you.

But I'll meet you there in... 15 minutes.

All right. Maxine's it is.

Hey!

Candy. Candy.

Candy!

Stop! Please help!

If I just left with her, I could have prevented this.

Look, it was her idea.

Kelly, it could have been you in that ambulance.

Yeah, let's just be happy she's okay.

I mean, she's the only one left who can identify the killer.

You know, you were right about her knowing something, Jill.

She got very nervous when I started to question her.

I think the killer is Alec. It was his van.

The exact van he had at the St. Clair estate.

Well, it wasn't Woodman, that's for sure.

Jill was with him and I was following them.

Where did you leave him?

At my house.

I said I had a headache. He didn't push it.

Gosh. You over the hill at 24?

Very funny. You shut up.

Kelly, you sure it was Alec's van?

Positive.

You sure it was Alec?

What do you mean?

Well, the security guard

said Alec left shortly after St. Clair did. On foot.

He said he was going out to get a bite to eat.

He never came back.

Oh, that's great, just great.

Hey, listen, Alec's van was just found.

It was hot-wired and abandoned on the East Side.

Apparently he walked home.

He's got an apartment a couple of blocks from here.

The killer could have stolen the van.

Or Alec could have had time to double back

and come into the building through the rear fire exit.

Either way, Woodman and St. Clair were accounted for.

So we cross them off.

And we concentrate... on Alec.

Sorry I'm missing the flick, Angels.

I've heard it's educational.

A marvelous training film

for the sadomasochistic set, Charlie.

There are some great chains, if you're into chains, Charlie.

Alec Witt used to make

this same kind of two-reeler for a living,

before they slapped him with a porno charge.

You mean he got money for it?

This Witt is a very nasty fellow, Angels.

Maybe the police are right,

and it's a case of a sex freak doing his thing.

Aha! One guaranteed sex freak coming up.

Alec Witt. Statutory rape.

Two counts. Not enough evidence for conviction.

He seduced both the girls to get them in his films,

which featured dolls prominently.

Just our luck. A dirty young man.

A dangerous young man. Watch yourselves, Angels.

Charlie's right, Sabrina.

Alec was in St. Clair's house the time Michelle was killed.

But he could have left there

and come back around the pool house.

Oh, listen, Jill,

I don't think Heinz Brandon can be discounted any longer.

Okay. I'm going to have coffee with him, Boz,

so I'll see what I can find out.

I'm still convinced the man I saw in the garage

must have been Alec.

Well, folks, I have a dinner date with Alec tonight.

If he's the strangler,

maybe I can make myself his next victim.

Alec!

Alec, I'm here.

Oh, you're early, love.

Why don't you grab a drink from the bar

while I slip into something... sexy.

Terrific. Take your time.

I'll just leave your keys here on the bar.

Are you trying to impress me with your promptness, Sabrina?

Well...

better early than never.

Do you always look through people's files?

Oh, come on, Alec. You know what I was looking for.

No, I don't. Why don't you tell me.

Well, I was hoping I would find something

a little more... interesting to look at than just fashion.

How did you know about my, uh,

predilection for pornography?

One of the models at work told me.

Made me want to work for you more.

♪ ♪

Well...

Here we are.

Whatever happened to dinner?

We'll eat later.

Will you slow down?

Well, what is it with you?

I just don't like to be rushed, that's all.

Wait a minute.

You come on like some poor little working girl

who's ready for anything.

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

Just a little fresh air.

And let all the cold in?

Come on, baby.

I told you I don't like to be rushed.

Well, this time you are going to be rushed.

That's what I like, baby.

That's it, baby. Stop it!

Get off of me!

No way, baby.

Well, isn't this romantic?

So that's the way you treat a lady.

Listen, friend,

I drove all the way over here thinking you wanted some action.

What I didn't realize

is that the action you wanted was with somebody else.

I didn't invite you here.

Maybe not in so many words.

But you've been coming on pretty heavy for a week.

We are supposed to have a quiet dinner together,

and suddenly a replacement shows up?

Oh, that's not good form at all, love.

What the hell is going on here?

In a word, nothing, lover. Not tonight.

Well, you struck out again.

Are you all right?

Uh-huh. Outside of a couple of broken ribs.

You know, if you'd have been a couple seconds later,

I'd have been defiled by that creep.

Now, that's the first time

I've ever heard you complain about that.

Hey, he wasn't exactly Robert Redford, you know.

If he had been Robert Redford,

I might have said, "Defile away."

Right. Jill's still at the restaurant with Brandon.

Did you find anything?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Depends on how a group photograph

of our three victims grabs you.

What's so unusual about that? They worked together.

Mm-hm. But in this photograph

they've all got X's on their faces,

Like the killer was, uh, marking off his victims.

You seem so quiet, Heinz.

Can't you tell me what's wrong?

I only wonder why you are with me, here, now.

A beautiful girl.

There must be very many men you can be with other than me.

I choose my friends. Is that so strange?

Yes.

I have a large family in Holland, you know.

A sister, brothers.

We were a Catholic family

and so, naturally, there were very many of us.

It's not like that in America.

Everyone is... separate.

What was your sister like?

Lost. Um...

Searching.

Always searching.

Never finding.

That's for you.

Really?

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, Heinz, thank you.

In my village, we have a local saint,

a protector of the frail and fair.

You don't even have to be Catholic to be protected. Yes.

Excuse me, Mr. Brandon. Telephone.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, is Mr. Brandon still on the phone?

Mr. Brandon left, miss. And the bill has been paid.

Uh, do you know where he went?

Well, I'm not sure.

But he could've gone to the church across the street.

He usually goes there on Friday night after dinner.

Thank you.

Heinz?

Oh, God.

Charlie, the police found a closet full of those rag dolls

in Brandon's apartment,

Enough to kill half the models in town.

Jill, what's your reaction?

He didn't do it, Charlie. He was set up.

But there's one thing the person who set Heinz up forgot about.

Even though it was staring him right in the face.

What's that, Angel?

Heinz was a Catholic and very religious.

He'd never commit suicide

because it's against the laws of the church.

And he'd never kill anyone else either.

I'm sure of it.

If that is true, then we are back to square one.

There is one more angle I'm having Sabrina check out.

The photos you took of St. Clair's books

turned up something interesting, Kelly.

Large life insurance payments made with company funds.

I'm back, and I got it.

Charlie, you were right.

A London insurance company

issued a two million dollar life insurance policy

a little over a year ago.

Now, they've been conducting

their own discreet investigation.

They didn't want a lawsuit over any false accusations.

Whose policy?

Michelle St. Clair.

Beneficiary?

Kevin St. Clair.

Now, wait just one minute.

None of this makes any sense.

We eliminated St. Clair...

because we realized it was impossible

for him to kill Michelle.

He was at the pool with Kelly.

But not impossible for him

to have hired someone to kill her, Bosley.

And he could have killed Dana Cameron.

Why didn't I remember before?

What?

Well, his alibi for Dana's murder

was that his car broke down and had to be towed.

Right. So?

Well, he had a fit when Bosley hooked his car up to tow.

He claimed nobody tows that car ever.

Listen, Charlie, I am still thoroughly confused.

If St. Clair killed Dana Cameron

and had somebody kill Michelle,

what about Candy?

Your hot suspect for that one was Alec Witt.

And Jesse Woodman was the number one suspect

for Michelle's murder.

You're not saying...?

That's exactly what we're saying, Boz.

Alec? Sabrina Duncan.

I have some information I think you'll be interested in

about Candy's attempted murder.

Jesse? Hi. It's Jill Munroe.

There were some photos taken at the St. Clair estate

the day Michelle was murdered,

and I think you'll want to see them.

Kevin? Kelly Garrett.

I think we should have a talk about Dana Cameron's murder.

That's it. Further. Further. Head back.

Turn it on, baby. Now look at me.

Lovely. Lovely. Toss your head back.

Uh, that's it for now, sweetheart.

We'll, uh, pick it up in the morning.

Is Woodman on his way?

Yes, and we have nothing to worry about.

What do you mean? All those phone calls,

and you try to tell me there's nothing to worry about?

Alec, we've got alibis. Nobody saw us do what we did.

No witnesses, no clues,

no chance of anything definite pointing to us.

But they said they might have photographs.

Uh, they would be of Woodman, not us.

We have more than just photographs

of Jesse Woodman, Mr. St. Clair.

Kelly, I thought you said you were coming alone.

Gee, Kevin, I don't remember saying that.

What I said was

we should have a chat about Dana Cameron's murder.

And about those photographs we know about.

They're very interesting photographs.

What's all this about?

Ah, Jesse, the young ladies

claim to have some interesting photographs of you.

Which means you're the strangler.

You're crazy.

No, not me.

They both have alibis, Jesse. Yours is blown.

Let me see those photographs.

No, no, no, no, no.

Ooh!

Okay, you kept me waiting this long

without telling me who the strangler is.

Now, which one did it?

He did. Oh.

And he did. Huh?

And he did.

Oh. I see.

What Sabrina is trying to explain to you, Bosley,

is that they all did it.

All three of them.

Jesse Woodman, Alec Witt and Kevin St. Clair.

You see, the tip-off was the million-dollar insurance policy

that St. Clair had taken out on Michelle.

See, he was in hock to half a dozen banks

For more money than Creations, Incorporated

would make in five years.

He figured the only way out from under

was to get rid of Michelle

in order to collect the insurance money.

So he devised what he thought would be

a perfect murder scheme.

The only thing was, he needed help to pull it off.

So he went into partnership with Woodman and Alec,

agreeing to split the insurance payment with them

if they helped with his scheme.

So the killing of Dana and the attempt on Candy

was merely to cover the real killing, Michelle's.

Woodman actually killed Michelle.

Alec tried to kill Candy.

And St. Clair killed Dana Cameron

to start that whole rag doll premise

in the minds of the police.

And then St. Clair figured

that he better set up the phony suicide of Heinz Brandon

to throw off any further investigation.

Now, is that all clear to you, Bosley?

Oh, uh, yes, sir, perfectly. Uh... Uh, clear as can be.

Any word on Candy, Charlie?

She's conscious and out of intensive care.

The police expect her to cooperate fully

in testimony against Alec Witt.

St. Clair and his cohorts

are going to be out of business permanently, Angels.

Heinz was right, Charlie. His medal protected me.

I'm really glad we were able to vindicate him.

Yes, indeed, Angel. Well done.

Now, I'm going to have to hurry along, Angels.

Work, work, work.

Another case, Charlie?

Hey, I thought you just finished one.

I did. And the last one really took a lot out of me.

But something else just came up.

And you know how I put my heart into my work.

Bye, Angels.

Goodbye, Charlie.