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Once upon a time,

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

two in Los Ange/es,

the other in San Francisco--

and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties.

[Buzzing]

But i took them away from all that,
and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

[ Bell Telling ]

[ Screams ]

[Murmuring]

[Sobs]

[Bell Tolling]

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

1943.
That's 35 years ago.

Let‘s get on with it.

Why don't we just
take the file?

Too obvious.
We gotla burn it all.

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

[ Charlie 0n Speakerphone]
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,
lam sure.

You see,

we were to have been married,
and something happened.

Something happened?

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

[Charlie]
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 came back...
to look for her.

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

I mean, a man
in your position,

it-- it doesn’t 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 ill, it's
his way at studying marketing,
general trends in the economy.

I see.
Mr. Stambler,

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

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

[ Stambler]
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?

l have reason to believe...

that...

William mentioned
in that article...

may be my son.

[Charlie 0n Speakerphone]
According to what We 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.

[Charlie]
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...

orwhy they might have
wanted to do that?

How do you figure a thing
like this?

Did you have any luck?

No. l-lt'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 ofthose 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 ifshe knew
we were coming,
and she hid it all away.

- [Horn Honks ]
- What is that?

[ ll/lan ]
Hey, that’s the guy
we saw at the airport.

He came in on that Brockhurst
Industries jet from New York

He was asking for
Joan Freeman's address.

Yeah. Too bad he found it.

[Horn]
[Sabrina]
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.

[Kris] I got a feeling
any kid this into 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.

Nowthat 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.

[ Gunshot ]

- Come on!
- [Engine Revs]

[ Tires Screech /

- He's dead.
- [Kelly ] 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 Mark/e,
well 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.

- [ Bosle y ] He works for
the Brockhurst industries.
- Employed 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.

[Man ]
Bil/y 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.
l'll tend to the client...

and you make
your resenrations
for New York and Reno.

Right.
Okay.

[Bosley]
So, 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.

[ Man On P.A. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
to New York's Kennedy Airport.

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

[Rings]

[Rings]

Hello?

[Sabrina]
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, lthink
perhaps we should talk.

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

I'm on the way.

[Knocking]
It's open.

The office
seems to be empty.

Come on in.
Thank you.

Shut the door.
Yes, sir.

[Alarm Blares]

[Alarm Stops]

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.

[Clears Throat]
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 youdoing
in Caine's Corners?

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

0h? 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,
ldon'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.

[ Thinking: Stambler's Voice]
When I knew her,
her name was Joan Cabelli.

Ahal 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.
[Chuckles]

He was a very wealthy man,

and yet his daughter
lived a very modest
existence.

She and herfather
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 ofthis...

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.
- lfyou'd like, sir.

[Clears Throat]
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.

[Door Closes /

[P.A. Announcer ]
0n the last lap
in this qualifying heat,

Joe Brooks is leading
by a narrow margin...

with Ted Heale y closing fast,
but not fast enough...

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

Well he proceeding
to the next qualifying
heat short/y.

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 're privileged
to have him with us today.

Bill Freeman brings back
a warm touch ofnostalgia,

remembrances of the days when
flying was truly an outlet
for man '5 need of freedom. ..

and self-expression.

in a time of instrumentation
and jet-age speed,

it's perhaps wr'se 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 Stearman 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.

[ Gunshot]

[Phone Rings ]
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.

[Kris ]
Okay, listen,
you be careful, okay?

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

[P.A. Announcer [
Ladies and gentlemen,
for those of you...

who haven't yet seen
the artistry of pilot
William Freeman,

let me direct your attention
up ward 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.

kay.
Okay. O

Hi.

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

0h! 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 ]ust
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?

[Chuckles]
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 yourway 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.

[Mouths Words]

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

Now what?
Now?

Lunch.
Ahl That sounds nice.

[Chuckles]
No finger bowls?

[Chuckles]
I wasn't expecting company.

As a rule,
I eat alone.

I'm glad
you broke the rules.

So am I.

x” [ Marching Band]

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.

[Kelly] You're all
right, aren’t you?
[Sabrina ] 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.

0h! And what did you do
for excitement?

[Giggling I

Oh. I don't know
if he's yourson,
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?

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

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

lget the distinct
impression...

that you like
this young man,
whoever he is.

I do. Whoever he is.

Hmm.
[Clears Throat]

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?

[Laughs]
| 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.

| 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.
[Clicks Tongue]
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?
[Bill Laughs]

Here you go.

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

Right. So 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. Yourfolks
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?

0h.

I'm
s
o
rry
J
ust c
u
rt
u
s

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--

- [ Mutters ]
- 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?

[Chuckles]
Yeah. Especially for a kid.

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

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

[ Woman ]
Two of a kind, ri'ght?

Right. Two of a kind.

Hi, there.
Hi, there.

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

[Laughs] 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 1:00, same spot?

- Come on. Come on.
- Hmm.

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, l--
I suppose I must be.

lam.

[P.A. Announcer]
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.

/ 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 l'rn 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'II 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.

[ Laughs]
Never fly with a Greek god.

[Laughs]
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?

l 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 lam.

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.

[Engine Starts]

Hi, Kris.
Hi, how are you?

Right on time.
How you doing?
Good.

Well, what'll you have,
coffee and a cheeseburger...

or a cheeseburger
and a coffee?

Let's see. Surprise rne.
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?

0h, give me
a cup of coffee.

[Announcer] 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 ltei/ 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 this 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?

Well, 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 told.
Now move.

Hey, there she is.
Where?

- Kris!
- Hey, who are those 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, |--

2 3' is

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 orwhat
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.

[Man]
Smart. Move out.

[Tires Screech ]

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.

[ Stambler]
What's this all about?

John, you've got to
understand.

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

[ Sobs ]
l was afraid l'd lose you.

Everything. Everything.

l was just so afraid.

Please, please. l'm sorry.
/ didnt know what else to doi

Please, I really am sorry.
[Sobs]

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.

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.

ltold 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.

[Engine Starts]

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.