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It's impossible.

She's dead. That is a fact, Mr. Cole.

But then, so is the postcard.

You act as if you want Gail to be alive.

You act as if you want her to be dead.

I've lost enough.

I don't care what it costs.

Don't take any more from me. Are you
saying Mrs.

Portman is in danger? I'm saying
Walter's death wasn't coincidental.

Good ones, I trust.

Oh, well, right now, the first time we
met, there I was, frantic. I couldn't

imagine where Walter had gone. Didn't
know where to start looking, whether to

call the police and then the doorbell.
And when I opened the door, there you

stood in the pouring rain.

I must say, I've always had a weakness
for uniforms, Robert, and you were

very dashing, even though you were
soaked to the skin.

And there you were, Walter, looking like
a drowned rat, hanging onto Robert's

hand. Do you remember what he said? Mrs.
Portman, it seems you've been lost.

I'm glad your boy and I finally found
you. Oh, how marvelous you remembered.

Mainly the brandy you forced on me.

Purely medicinal.

Naturally. But that night I was the most
amiable, forgiving cop in the history

of the San Francisco Police Department.

Yes, Lily.

I was just wondering, Mrs. Portman, will
there be three for lunch?

Oh, of course.

Robert, you will stay, won't you?

Well, I... hadn't planned on it. Bother
your plans. I don't know what divine

inspiration made you drop in on us, but
I'm not going to let you go.

Yes, Lily, there will definitely be
three for lunch. Very well, Mrs.

Make that four, Lily. I asked Simon to
draw five.

Simon!

Oh, dear.

You're not going to have one of those
dreary squabbles again, are you? I hope

not.

Simon is our attorney. And since father
died, the administrator of our estate,

we sometimes disagree.

Sometimes? Taking my name in vain again,
Wally? As usual, yes.

Good morning.

Good morning. You're looking well today.
Thank you.

I'd like you to meet an old friend,
Robert Ironside. This is Simon Cole.

Mr. Cole?

Ironside? Chief Ironside? Mm -hmm.

Don't you know you should never talk to
the police without your attorney

present? Oh, here, your mayo's on the
hall table. I'll take that.

Mother, there's nothing important there,
please. Mother, don't read this.

The diamond...

Oh, the doctor will be right over.

What do you suppose that was all about?

Joanna acted as though she'd seen a
ghost.

She has.

Was the Putman's your clients when their
daughter was still alive?

Gale? No, no, but I've heard about her,
of course.

It was a terrible tragedy.

It's impossible.

She's dead. That is a fact, Mr. Cole.

But then, so is the postcard.

Did you get a hold of Dr. Abel? Yes,
he's on his way. How is Joanna?

Well, I think she'll be all right.

With the shock, with her heart, I... You
knew who the card was from, of course.

Well, it isn't the first time.

They've been coming the past three
months.

How'd you manage to keep these from your
mother?

Well, I happened to get the mail when
the first one arrived.

Naturally, it worried me.

I kept a close watch from then on. I
always had Lily hold the mail for me.

Chief, I need your help.

I wondered why the sudden invitation
after all these years.

I'm sorry. It must seem very ungracious
of me, but I wanted the thing handled

quietly, and I could trust only you. You
might have told me.

Well, you're here now, aren't you?

I want Chief Ironside to find out who's
sending these cards, and then I want you

to take legal action.

Walter.

These cards were really sent by Gail.

I can't believe that. It's a slim
chance, but it can't be ignored.

No, no, you really can't mean that.

I'll have to investigate every
possibility.

All right.

All right, just stop the cards.

I'd like a sample of her handwriting.
Have you kept anything?

As your mother kept in it. Chief, I
don't understand you. You act as if you

Gail to be alive.

I don't understand you.

You act as if you want her to be dead.

First one was from Boise.

Then a week later, Spokane. Another
week, Portland. Then Grants Pass,

City. The one mailed yesterday,
Sausalito.

She could be here in the city right now.

Well, she obviously traveled by car.

Could have hitchhiked. In either case,
it's a long, tedious job trying to trace

her that way.

Report you wanted from the M .E.'s
office, Chief.

They're sorry it took so long, but they
had to do a lot of digging.

I'm a patient man.

Hey, Ed.

There's some stew left.

Thanks. I had a sandwich.

This is vague as I remembered.

What is it?

Gordon and Gail Portman to death.

Main basis for identification came
through the process of elimination.

She was the only one in the house that
night who couldn't be accounted for. The

night she happened to die in the hippie
fire.

Usual story.

Precocious teenager.

Rigid, uncompromising father.

Indulgent mother.

No communication.

Gail ran away when she was 14.

Disappeared in Hashberry for about a
year.

Family finally traced her to the
commune.

Then the fire.

Chief Ironside's office.

Uh, yeah, just a minute.

Walter Portman.

Yes, Walter?

Mother saved some letters Gail wrote
from summer camp when she was 12.

I have them. Good.

I'll send someone to pick them up. No, I
have an important meeting. I don't want

to be disturbed. I'll drop them by your
office tomorrow.

Whatever you say.

How's Joanna feeling tonight?

Fine. Good night, Chief.

You ask me, that is one cat strung up
tight.

About Gail, there's something else.

Emmy estimates that Portman's been dead
about six or seven hours. Well, he does

an autopsy. He's putting time of death
at 2 a .m.

Sounds reasonable.

Looking for something?

No. According to the housekeeper,
nothing else is missing. Not even one

the dining room silver.

Does she know what was in the safe? Some
paper, she thinks, of Mrs. Portman's

jewelry. The insurance company can give
us a rundown. At the moment, I'll

consider the theory that Walter was
killed when he interrupted the burglary.

I can't accept the fact that the burglar
also took Gail Portman's letters.

Search Walter's room. That's the only
other place the letters could be.

Oh, Chief, Joanna would like to see you.

I thought the doctor had given her a
sedative. She refused.

Joanna, you should rest.

What for?

To give me more time alone?

Mrs. Portman!

Lily, what's the matter?

Hello, Mother.

What do you think? Is she really Gail
Portman? What I think is unimportant.

mother seems more than willing to accept
her.

Did you find the letters?

No. Where would a burglar want what's
in?

Good question.

All right, back to the office.

Wait a minute.

Her old man?

Or even her husband?

Whatever.

How many surprises can Joanna endure?

All right, let's go.

Mother?

This is my husband, Philip.

Philip Thomas.

Philip. I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs.
Portman. I've heard a lot about you.

And this is Mr. Cole.

How do you do, sir? How do you do?

Sit down, my dear. Sit down.

No, no, no, no.

With me, here.

Both of you.

It's hard for you to believe, isn't it?

It would be like a miracle. Or a strange
coincidence.

We heard about Walter on the radio this
morning.

I felt that Mother needed me now.

After all these years.

I know.

I've hurt you terribly, haven't I?

Can you ever forgive me?

No, no, no, no. Don't, dear.

We won't talk about it, ever.

You're home again.

That's all that matters.

Joanna, you're not thinking straight.

How can you let two strangers walk into
your house and accept them as if they

were... Dr. Cole, I don't know if this
will mean anything to you. It's all I

have left.

The locket we gave you on your 12th
birthday.

I'm sorry.

I've lost your picture. There are dozens
of lockets like that. After all these

years, how can you remember... The date,
Gail's name.

She could have had it engraved herself.

Oh, Simon.

Cool it, huh?

Maybe we made a mistake just coming by
like this today. It's a heavy scene.

Why don't we come by some other day? No,
no, you're staying.

You can't leave me now.

Gail, please.

Johanna, you're too upset. This is my
home.

My daughter belongs with me here.

All right.

I'll call you later.

You won't leave me again.

Gail, promise me you won't leave me
alone.

No, Mother.

Never again.

What are you doing about that girl?

What do you suggest I do?

Haven't you heard?

Joanna's keeping her there in the house,
and her husband.

If that's what he really is, Joanna's
letting them make a fool of her.

Mr. Cole, this is a difficult time for
Joanna.

She feels alone.

She's reaching out.

She just lost her son.

She needs someone.

Anyone. I'm telling you, she's an
imposter.

She and that boy are trying to get their
hooks on Joanna's estate.

What about her estate, Mr. Cole? You
managed it with Mr. Portman. I handled

myself.

There were some papers on his desk.

Financial. Lists of holdings, records of
stock transfers.

He was studying them when he died.

It looked to me like he was deeply
involved.

He liked to dabble in it. Gave me his
ideas now and then. What difference did

make anyway? Well, the portman's dead.

It's my case.

What's there to it?

He was killed by an intruder.

Or was he?

Are those kids showing up? My case, Mr.
Cole.

My case.

Oh. Oh, of course.

I'm sorry if I've interrupted your work.

Good night.

You will do something about that girl.
Whatever is necessary.

Mr. Cole, Walter met with someone at the
house last night. Would you know

anything about that?

My, uh, no.

Thank you. Good night.

Swinging over to no intruder.

Chief Ironside's office.

Just a minute.

Medical examiner.

Ironside.

Yes, Doctor.

I see.

But the same approximate time.

Thank you very much.

Walter Portman was strangled to death.

So the beating, the open safe, it was
all a cover. I've swung, Ed, I've swung.

Oh. Good morning, Lily.

Good morning, sir.

I'd like to see Miss Portman, please.

I'm sorry, but she's at the doctor's.
But she should have been here by now, so

if you'd care to wait.

Yes.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas in?

Oh, Mr. Thomas took her to the doctor's,
but Gail's here.

She's in the parlor.

Oh, dear.

I'll never remember to call her Mrs.

To me, she's still the same little Gail.

I'm sure that's the way she wants it.

Hi.

Am I disturbing you?

Not at all.

Well, you seem well saddled in.

Like a bug in a rug.

Mother's given Philip and me the
apartment over the garage for our very

She believes that young married people
should have their privacy.

Then you're planning to stay a while.

As long as Mother needs me.

Of course.

You've grown into a most attractive
young lady.

What you really mean is that I don't
look anything like that.

No, you don't.

The policeman talking?

Your mother's friend talking.

Yeah. Well, that fire didn't do me any
good either.

I was pretty badly burned.

Even my face. They had to do plastic
surgery.

Care to see my scars?

I care more about why you allowed some
other girl to be identified as you.

It just sort of hit me.

You know, I was lying there in the
hospital all bandaged up.

And these two nurses were talking about
this body that they'd found.

They didn't know whether it was me or
Sally Myers.

So I grabbed a chance.

It was a great way to disappear
permanently.

And that's what you wanted to do?

Sure.

No more hassles with my father.

No more being tracked down by private
detectives.

The whole thing seemed made to order.

All right.

What made you change your mind?

I guess it was when I read about my
father's death last year.

I don't know.

It was like something opened up inside
me.

Some need that I'd been keeping buried
all these years.

You know?

To see my mother.

Or at least to let her know I was still
alive.

That's what the postcards were for?

Just to let Joanna know you were alive?

Sure. What else?

On the postcards, you seemed to be on
your way home.

We were just drifting.

You know, I feel like I ought to know
you.

I mean, really know you.

Were you around before I ran away?

I've been a friend of the family for
years.

Yeah. Well, the thing is that I got into
the drug scene. I mean, really into it.

LSD, the whole bag.

It did some pretty weird things to my
memory.

Robert, what a lovely surprise.

Hello, Joanna.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

I wouldn't have stopped to go shopping.

I would have appreciated that.

Chief Ironside, this porter here is my
husband, Philip.

Hello, Philip.

Glad to meet you, sir.

Robert, this time you are staying for
lunch, I insist.

This isn't a social call.

You sound very serious.

Sorry to have to bring it up, but there
are some questions about Walter's death.

Question? I'd like your permission to
have a policewoman stay here with you.

Officer Belding from my staff.

Robert. Are you saying Mrs.

Portman is in danger? I'm saying
Walter's death wasn't coincidental.

Thank you.

trying to kill us.

Why don't you do something?

How are they feeling this morning? Any
ill effects?

No, but Gail is still pretty shook up. I
hope they haven't told Joanna anything.

Just what you told her last night.

It was an accident.

But she's not naive, Chief.

She knows what's going on.

The less she knows, the better.

All right, keep your eyes open.

I'll drop by later.

All right. Goodbye.

Excuse me, Miss Belding.

This is my day to do the study.

Of course.

I'll get out of your way. The desk is so
clean. No mess. No paper scattered

around.

Lily always told me, Lily, leave
everything where it is.

When you straighten up, I can never find
it.

I'm sorry.

Are you leaving, Mr. Thomas?

No, Gail's mother wants us to move into
one of the upstairs bedrooms. She's

worried after last night.

Naturally. If I had my way, we'd split.

We'd get out of this house.

What's going on, anyway? We're not sure
yet.

We were nearly killed.

What are you doing about it? Everything
we can.

What was the quote on that at the end of
the month?

108 and a quarter.

Thank you very much.

It was sold at the beginning of the
month of 92.

If that's the way you handle it, money I
wouldn't trust them with my piggy bank.

That's right, a small house on Traynor,
June 22nd, 1963.

Now, where were the injured taken?

No sign, General.

Thank you.

Thank you for your trouble.

What is it this time?

Theory, hunch, or nothing?

Well, we've been checking the financial
statements and investment reports we

found on Walter Portman's desk.

Lord knows I'm no Wall Street whiz, but
it looks to me like Simon Cole has been

playing games with the Portman estate.

Fingers in the tail? Oh, no, nothing
that obvious.

I'd swear he's using the Portman money
to fatten his own bankroll. Well, since

you're no Wall Street whiz... Find one.

This is the hospital where the victims
of the commune fire were taken.

What, a girl poor man was supposed to
have died?

I want you to look up the medical
records and surgical records on Sally

But, Chief, those records are ten years
old.

Mark, they are not getting any younger.

I just wanted to be with you.

I, uh, I suppose I'm trying to make up
for lost time.

You really are glad I've come back,
aren't you?

Glad? Oh, my dear.

Well, I wasn't sure.

I didn't know if you'd ever want to see
me again.

Not want to see my own daughter?

Well, it's been a long time.

And I've changed a lot.

Yes.

Into a lovely young woman.

These ten years, they haven't been very
happy, have they?

Oh, there were a few up times.

Only a few.

Luckily, it was pretty heavy.

I got into some scenes, did some things.

I wouldn't want to tell you about them.

Then don't.

Let's never talk about them.

We're starting all over. You're my
little girl, and nothing is going to

again.

Gail, dear.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm not used to so much love.

Lunch is ready, Mr. P.

Thank you, Lily.

Something wrong with Gail?

Poor child's under a strain.

I suppose it's none of my business,
but...

Lily, after 20 years, what in this house
could possibly be none of your

business? Are you sure about it? I mean,
are you sure she's really Gail?

You're forgetting yourself, Lily.

She's my daughter, and you'll treat her
as my daughter.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma 'am.

I never want to hear that question
again.

You sure that's M -E -Y -E -R?

How do you spell Maya?

M -Y -E -R.

You know how to read that?

Well, it's in English, isn't it?

You don't know much about doctors, do
you?

Hey, uh, nurse.

Hey, wait a minute.

Second degree burns in the occipital
area extending to the level...

of a fifth cervical vertebrae.

Surgery recommended to repair resultant
constructional sequelae. Now, hey, what

does that mean?

You said you knew English.

You're just playing, cop.

Playing?

That's your thing, isn't it?

Snooping around, looking for clues.

To what?

Well, these cars didn't start by
themselves last night.

No.

And they don't have silent motors,
either.

You and Gail must be very sound
sleepers. Wait a minute.

Just because we walked in at the wrong
time, you're not going to hook us into

this mess. No one's trying to hook
anyone into anything, Mr. Thomas. Then

off.

Yeah, I was going through enough so with
mrs. Portman Excuse me

I

Don't

have the details on all the
transactions. They'll be sent to us

pretty definite Simon Cole's been
wheeling and dealing with the Portman

All right, but before you come back Stop
over at Central Division.

Sergeant Kransky.

He's holding someone who tried to hock a
piece of Joanna Portman's jewelry.

Easy, will you?

I don't know why you're laying on me so
hard.

That stuff belongs to me just as much as
anybody else.

I got my rights.

Yeah, those rights will keep your cell
warm for the next ten years. Just

I'm down on my luck, you think you can
walk all over me? All right, spill it,

Mr. Hobbs. How many times do I have to
tell you? I'm a little slow.

The trash can. I told you I found the
stuff in the trash can. Yes, yes.

Where was the can again?

Don't you ever listen. The corner of
Ramos Street by the freeway ramp.

You found the jewelry last night? No,
no, no. The night before.

Why'd you wait so long to hock it?

Well, I was pretty flush. I had more
than five dollars.

But I got into a crack game, and this
morning I finished the rest of the red

eye.

Now, come on, will you?

All I did was try to hock something I
found.

What kind of a wrap can you hang on me
for that?

No worse than the wrap you got on you
now, I guess. Here, buy a better

Thanks very much.

Nice to do business with you guys.

Had to find an intern to translate it
for me, but Sally Myers was burned all

right around the head and neck.

No plastic surgery on her face. That's
what the man said.

What about Simon Cole?

He's got a few lively skeletons rattling
around in his closet, too.

What about Philip Thomas?

Fran called me a while ago. She found
the missing letters in his bus.

We've broken open a hornet's nest.

Yeah, but who's going to get stung?

I'm afraid...

Hello, Chief.

Well, Lily's out marketing. I might as
well make use of myself.

I feel like a bumper log here.

Joanna know I was coming?

Oh, yes, but she's with Simon Cole right
now.

His idea or hers?

He called him a couple of hours ago.

Oh, Chief, I'm glad you're here.

I want to talk to you.

I'd like that, Mr. Cole.

Say, in about an hour at my office.

An hour, fine.

Do you know what Joanna wants to do?

Change her will.

To benefit Gail, I presume.

Try to talk some sense into her. I
can't.

What difference should it make to him?

That's what we're going to talk about.

Call me at the office this evening.

Yes, sir.

Joanna?

Oh.

I'm sorry, Robert.

I'm catching you at a bad time.

Just a weak moment.

Simon made me feel so guilty.

Look, Robert, don't you think I cry over
Walter?

Here in his room.

Don't you think I... I feel he's still
close to me?

Yes.

He will be for a long time.

And so will Gail now.

She's so dreadful of me to be happy
about that.

You need her.

That's all that matters.

You've been hiding something from me.

I don't want to hurt you.

Well, go on.

Joe and I believe you're in danger.

Who? I don't know yet.

But from now on, I want you to do
everything Officer Belding tells you, no

matter how strange it may sound.

She'll be getting her orders from me.

Robert, you said you didn't want to hurt
me.

Not if I can possibly help it. I've lost
enough.

I don't care what it costs.

Don't take any more from me.

This is the off -ramp where the Portman
jewelry was found in the trash can. That

freeway is a straight shot from the
Portman home to Sausalito, the last

the kids stayed.

Any more to go on than that? I've got an
inquiry in with DMV and Highway Patrol.

Something on that freeway.

It's a long shot, but just in case.

Weeding it out tonight.

Depends on what you're serving.

Short notice, short news.

No special record on Philip Thomas,
honorable discharge from the Army two

ago in Boise. That is his home.

The first postcard.

Yeah, I snapped to that one. Only one
vital stat so far.

One marriage in Boise a year later.

Well? Well, I'm trying to play it. Yeah,
well, you're no Hamlet man.

All right, then. Philip Thomas to Miss
Sally Myers.

Chief Ironside's office.

Yeah, it's Brown.

Yeah.

Nothing at all on that plate?

One of Ed's theories has just been shot
down.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Wait a minute, what's that again?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it, thanks.

Too bad, Sherlock.

I don't know, how's this for a kicker?

DMV reports a citation issued on that
section of freeway at 2 .30 a .m.

to a sedan registered in the name of
Joanna Portman.

Mr. Cole, thank you for coming.

I only have a minute.

Chief, I'm not satisfied with the way
you've handled this case.

I've put a private detective agency on
it. To prove that Gail Portman isn't

Portman, I assume.

Of course.

Well, a detective agency funded by the
citizens of San Francisco has also been

at work.

You found out she's a fraud. We found
out that a certain Cheney Corporation is

taking over the assets of the Portman
estate.

I'm talking about a girl who... And I'm
talking about an administrator of an

estate who sells its assets at a low
figure to a corporation who resells at a

high figure.

The head of that corporation and the
administrator of the estate are one and

same.

Joanna hasn't lost anything. She's fixed
for life. Walter found out about it,

didn't he?

I asked you before, and I'll ask you
again.

Who did Walter meet with the night he
died?

Me.

He did find out about it. He wanted to
take legal action, fire me. Now, I know

what you're driving at. You're wrong.

I left before midnight.

He was still alive.

You can ask Lily. She saw me leave.
She'll tell you.

Goodbye, Mr. Cole. Now, listen here. You
can't... You are an attorney.

You are the attorney.

I'm sure you'll find out what I can or
cannot do. Now, goodbye.

I've protected Joanna all the way.

Looks like you got things rolling.

I've only just begun.

Well, it's been a long day for me.

So if you'll excuse me. Of course, my
dear. Good night, everyone. Good night.

Good night.

Mother, it's getting late.

You shouldn't overdo.

At my age, what's late?

I hate to waste the time I have left
sleeping.

Besides... More coffee, Mrs. B?

Or shall I clear?

No, no, no. That's all right. Thanks,
Louis.

What I started to say.

I have a surprise for you.

We're going on a trip.

A trip? A long one. Just the three of
us.

I'm going to close this house.

It's really had such sad memories now.

And we'll travel.

Just all over, everywhere.

What do you say? Sounds great to me.

We'll visit England, France,
Switzerland. That's terrific.

Yes, I guess it would be nice to see
some place instead of just reading about

it.

Well, you two think about it.

And if not a trip, something else
that'll be fun.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Mrs. Foreman. I'll stop in
and see you before you go to sleep.

I'd like that.

Good night.

Night.

Oh, baby.

We've got it made.

She's not well.

A trip could be too much for her. Come
on, she'll be all right.

As long as she has you.

She'll be fine.

We're on our way, Fran.

Leave the back door open.

Take your time. Nobody's in bed yet.
Right. See you later.

Does Portman understand what she has to
do?

She's ready.

Aren't they, Willie?

Yes.

Come in.

I, uh... I just want to say goodnight.

Like old times, in reverse, I used to
tuck you in.

Mother, I... Yes?

I never thought it would be this way.

I love you very much.

It will always be this way now.

Can I get you anything, Mrs. P?

Some hot milk?

No, thank you, Lily. Good night. Good
night, Mrs. P.

Everything all right, Mrs. Portman?

Yes.

Lily.

All right, Lily.

I think you better come with me.

That's it, Lily.

No.

Lily, why?

Why? 20 years.

I gave you 20 years.

Do this, Lily. Take care of that, Lily.

I...

all to death, I'd have got it all.

You had nobody else.

And then those kids, you'd have left it
all to them.

Close the house, you said.

You know, for a while I was... I was
beginning to think you suspected me.

Oh, you wouldn't have been stupid enough
to leave those letters in your bus.

And if you had broken into the house,
Walter wouldn't have let you get close

enough to strangle him. And since Joanna
couldn't drive, Lily was the only one

who could have taken the Portman car to
get rid of the jewelry.

But that isn't why I asked you to come
down here this morning.

You know.

Yes, Sally.

Gail told me a lot about herself and her
family when we lived together in the

commune. We were very close.

She even gave me the locket.

And then when I read about our father in
the newspaper... That

was my idea.

We were choking back then. home.

I had a lousy job in a gas station and
Sally was a waitress.

Is it serious?

Are the police, you, going to be tough
on us? Perpetrating a hoax?

Possibly a swindle?

I'm sure the law covers that pretty
thoroughly.

You know,

We never meant to hurt anyone.

That's too bad.

Too bad.

Joanna needed you.

Robert!

Robert, what's all this nonsense?

Why did you make the children come down
here?

We had to have a little talk, Joanna.

There's no time for talk.

We have too many things to do. Get our
tickets, buy our wardrobes.

So if you'll kindly finish your
conversation.

You're not in uniform and it isn't
raining, but it's really the same, isn't

Is it?

Yes.

I want it to be.

I guess then there's nothing more to
talk about.

Good.

There's a taxi waiting downstairs. Go
along.

Enjoy your trip, both of you.

And Gail, take good care of your mother.

I will.

I will. Hurry up.

You sure about this?

Very sure.

She needs me.

Goodbye, Robert.

Thank you.

She knows.

Sure, she knows.

And what was all this about the uniform
and the rain?

Oh, she left out the best part.