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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.