03x17 - Angel in a Box

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Once upon a time,

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

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

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.

Hello?

Bosley, hi. Kris. Where are you?

Uh, in my car.

I know, but where?
Oh, in the front seat.

Bosley, where in the city?

Oh, uh, 7th and Grand.

Okay, great. Listen, meet me
on the corner of Cantor and Willis.

Why? You're supposed to be on
your way to the office for a meeting.

I know. But as I was leaving
the house, a potential client called.

He said to meet him at a
Mexican restaurant called Lilly's...

at the corner of
Cantor and Willis.

Perhaps you have forgotten, but I usually
receive my assignments from Charlie.

Bosley, this guy sounded very
scared, very anxious and very rich.

So I'll tell you what. You meet me
there, and I'll let you do all the talking.

Okay?

Okay, I'll meet you at Willis
and Cantor in a couple of minutes.

Great. Bye-bye.

Miss Munroe? Yes.

I'm Mr. Stratton.
Hi. How are you?

Well, should we sit down?

Let's ride.

Uh, I'm meeting my associate Mr. Bosley
here. He should be here any minute.

Then I suggest we
leave before he arrives.

What's the g*n for? In
the car, Miss Munroe.

In the car.

Hey! Hold it!

Hey, you okay? What's
going on, mister? You okay?

No, I'm not okay, and I
don't know what's going on!

Whatever it is, it's not good!

What time did this
happen, Bosley?

About, uh, 10 minutes ago.

Have you called the police yet?

No, I came directly
here and called you.

Listen, Mr... I'm sorry. What
did you say your name was?

Oh. Jackson. Ed Jackson.

Mr. Jackson, are you
sure the name on the door...

of the station wagon
said "Georgian Acres"?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I-I
got a real good look...

while the red-haired guy
was grabbing your friend.

But you didn't get a
look at the license plate?

No. You know, it all happened
so fast. The station wagon...

It wasn't turned, you know,
where I could see the plates.

All I got was the lettering
on the side of the door.

It said, "Georgian Acres."

I'm sorry. Don't be
sorry, Mr. Jackson.

What you've told us
may prove very helpful.

This may prove
helpful also, Charlie.

It's a telegram
that we just got.

Oh, listen to this.

"In the matter before
you, we strongly suggest...

"you do not contact
the authorities.

"We will contact you
later regarding the cost...

of returning Jill
Munroe." Jill Munroe?

Ah, it seems there's been a rather
grievous error on someone's part.

Charlie, what do we
do? Call the police?

Yes. We'll tell them
what's happened,

but we'll ask them
to let us move alone.

- We'll bring them in
when we've got something.
- Yeah, but where do we start?

I think we'd better turn
our attention immediately...

to Georgian Acres,
wherever that is.

I think there's something
else we ought to do first.

Yes, I suppose
there is, Sabrina.

Jill is in Montreal.
You sit tight.

I'll call her and
tell her about Kris.

Hi.

Oh. You all right?

Yeah. You got here quick.

Hi. I was just on my way to Europe
when I got the call from Charlie.

Is this all you brought? Oh, I
didn't even take time to pack.

I just chartered the plane,
and I'm not in very good shape.

Oh, you look fine. Jill,
everything's gonna be all right.

We're gonna find her.
If anybody hurt Kris...

Oh, come on now.
Nobody's hurt her.

You don't have any
idea who took her?

No, we got a couple
things to go on.

I don't even remember my
conversation with Charlie.

Did he say something
about a witness?

Yeah. A man named Jackson
saw a logo... "Georgian Acres"...

Written on the
kidnappers' station wagon.

We checked it out, and it's a resort in
the Malibu Mountains near the beach.

That's all we've got?

Well, I got a quick look at
the two that grabbed her.

Where do we start? This resort?

That's what we figured.

Okay.

Jill... Jill, we're
gonna find her.

Whoa!

Bos! What are you
doing? Bingo! Those two!

- What about 'em?
- Those are the ones
that took Kris.

- Are you sure, Bos?
- Yeah.

I got a quick look at 'em, and
unfortunately, they got a look at me.

Okay, I got the license
number. How do we move?

Let's go 'et them! No, wait. First we
have to find out where they have Kris.

I don't know what's the matter
with me. I'm not thinking straight.

You know, I think our
first move should be...

to cover this kisser of mine
with some sort of disguise.

Yeah, and then maybe we ought to
check into the Georgian Acres, huh?

Yeah, I think
that's a good idea.

Okay. Can we just do it? Yeah.

We'll check in first
thing in the morning.

Listen, I've done exactly
what you people have asked.

A practical joke, you said.

See, it doesn't
feel like a joke.

I mean, I am an actor, not a
comedian, so perhaps the humor...

of what's going on around
here has been lost on me.

Ah, there you are.

Look, can we wrap this up?
I've got things I'd like to do.

Sit down and be quiet.

He is annoying me. We'll give him some
money and send him away, Mr. Karazna.

He talks too much. I don't like it. People
who talk too much are troublesome.

You think he could hurt us?

You should have hired someone
with less mouth and more intellect.

I'll take care of
it, Mr. Karazna.

Do. Take care of it now.

Yes, sir.

Say, listen. You want to give me
the $500 so I can get out of here?

You're on your way.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

You know, enough's
enough. Let's go.

I mean, whatever this is, you know,
it's getting a little bit out of hand.

Hey, I'm with him. I don't
think this is very amusing.

Who are you? What do you want?

My name is Anton Karazna.

And for the moment, I
want you, Miss Munroe.

Good day, sir. Good day to you.

And, uh, you'll, uh,
handle this? Yes, sir.

I hope you enjoy
your stay. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Hello. Uh, Wintergreen, sir. I
knocked up for reservations.

Jonathan Wintergreen. Yes, yes. I
have your room ready, Mr. Wintergreen.

Capital. Capital.

Uh, excuse me. The dark,
swarthy fellow... Does he work here?

Oh, yes, sir. He's our
tennis pro. Mr. Ruiz.

Uh, sign here, please.
Yes. Ruiz, you say?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Thank you.

219. This way, sir.

Very nice.

Very nice sh*t. Thank you.

What is your name?

Jill. Jill Johnson.

- How long you gonna be here?
- Only a week.

Think you can help me?

If you're willing to work, yes.

Anytime you can
see me, I'm available.

- Anytime?
- Anytime.

Day. Night. Afternoon.

Eat.

The food is not to your
liking, Miss Munroe?

I'm not real crazy about
the company either.

I offer my hospitality to few
people in this world, Miss Munroe.

I suggest you act more civil.

- I'm not feeling very civil.
- I suggest you try.

Carl can be very
unpleasant if I wish.

Well, that doesn't make
much sense, does it?

You're not gonna get any
money for damaged goods.

Hmm. I can assure
you, Miss Munroe,

I am not interested in money.

In fact, you're worth more
to me dead than alive.

So I suggest you make an
effort to improve your manners.

Do you know this young man?

No. How would I know him?

I thought perhaps...
Perhaps what?

You'd been told of him.

Who would have told me?

I have nine paintings of my son.

Not reproductions,
mind you. Nine originals...

hanging in each of my houses.

Have you ever lost anyone
you loved, Miss Munroe?

A parent or child?

Yes, I have. A friend.

- It's not the same.
- Maybe not.

It's not the same.

I see.

You don't see. But you will.

You will.

That photo album...

Look at it.

You hit a very strong ball!

I'm exhausted.

Thank you for the racket. Can
we continue this over lunch?

I'd like that.
2:00 in the lobby?

Sounds great. Good.

See you then. Right.

Pretty good. How'd it go? Hi.

Well, I'm having lunch with
him. I'll let you know after that.

I'm out of shape. And I'm hot.

Did you find out from
Charlie who owns this place?

No. He's gonna call in
a few minutes. Let's go.

Is that a man in my room? Where?

My room... the first one right there.
What's that man doing in my room?

Hold it!

Oh!

Right. Right, Charlie.

Well, anything missing?
Not that I can tell.

And you're sure the guy
you chased had red hair?

Positive. He's the guy
that you saw talking to Ruiz.

Well, maybe he left some
fingerprints that'll help us make an I.D.

Yeah, but it'll take a
while to make the I.D.

Maybe there's a quicker
way. Look what I found.

209. Let's call the desk and
see who's registered in 209.

Good idea. Oh, and Charlie
just told me on the phone that...

that limo we took the license
number off of when we got here...

and this whole resort is
owned by a Wincott Industries.

Wait. Wincott Industries?

Yeah. Why? Does it
mean something to you?

Yeah. I remember hearing
it. I don't know where, but...

Remember when? Um, I
was at a party in Europe.

Remember who you were with? Yeah. I
was with a friend of mine... Dino Karazna.

Is he connected with the,
uh... the Wincott Industries?

I don't know. I just
remember hearing the name.

Keep trying to remember.
It might tie in somehow.

Bosley, make that phone call. See if
you can find the red-haired man's name.

I'll see if I can
get his picture.

How are you gonna get a picture?

With a camera.

What are you doing?

Oh, monsieur!

Oh, I'm so sorry. I did
not know you were here.

- You didn't hear the shower?
- Pardon?

- You didn't hear the shower?
- Oh, monsieur,
was the shower on?

Well, I'm so sorry. I have had a
cold, and my ears are all stuffed up.

Okay. But why are you here?
The room has been cleaned.

Ah, monsieur. It
only looks clean.

You'll see. All
over this room...

there are little flakes of dust.

I see you in the lobby,
monsieur, and I say,

"This is a gentleman. He
deserves to live like a gentleman."

And so I come here to, uh,
give your room, um, a touch-up.

Uh, but I see you are indisposed,
and so I will come back later.

I am very sorry, monsieur.

But you are a fine
figure of a man.

How'd it go? I think
I got something.

Why don't you get this
developed and get it to Charlie?

Where's Jill? She went to meet
Ruiz for their luncheon engagement.

Okay. I've got to be at 612 Westbrook
Place at 2:00. Gives me a half an hour.

Yeah. What's there? I don't know,
but it's got something to do with Kris.

- Take care of the cart for me,
will you?
- Yeah.

Huh?

Hello?

For you, Mr. Karazna.

Yes?

The key to my room I planted under
the couch... One of them found it.

- She just left here.
- Which one?

Duncan. Sabrina Duncan.

Where are Munroe and Garrett?

Well, Munroe is with Ruiz, and
Garrett's probably with Duncan.

What about the
other one... Bosley?

He hasn't shown here.

Oh, by the way, I'm not sure,

but I think the Duncan girl
may have got a picture of me.

A picture? A snapshot.

I'm not sure.

I thought I heard
a camera noise.

Perhaps instead of
misdirecting Miss Duncan and

Miss Garrett, you had
better dispose of them.

Quickly, before they let this snapshot
fall into the hands of the authorities.

Yes, sir. I'll get back to you.

Mr. Karazna, why
are you doing this?

Why are you having me
look at these pictures?

I'll give you this.
You have courage.

I admire courage,
strength. I always have.

Pity it must be wasted.

Hello?

Hello, Kelly. It's Bos.
When you left just now,

our red-haired friend was waiting in
the limo, and he's following you now.

So keep an eye open.

Okay, Bos. Will do.

There's a lab a couple of minutes
from here, so I'm gonna drop off the film.

Then I'll come back and
see how Jill's doing with Ruiz.

Right. We'll keep in touch.

What's the matter?

Red is following us
in the limo. Oh, no.

Guess he didn't
buy my French maid.

You think he knows who we are?

I don't know. It's
all been pretty easy.

What do you mean?
What's been too easy?

The whole thing's been too easy.

We have a witness who sees
the car with "Georgian Acres" on it.

We find the key to room 209 just
conveniently dropped in Jill's room.

Then I go to 209. There's
a picture in there of Kris...

with this address that
we're going to now.

- It's just been too easy.
- You mean we're being
given information, set up?

I don't know. It
sure looks like it.

- What do we do?
- Well, we don't wait for him
to make a move on us.

Having car trouble?
Yeah. Ain't it a shame?

Sure is.

- Whoa!
- Trouble, ladies?

Can you believe that?

Look at that. Is that amazing?
Well, I'm not a mechanic...

Sabrina, it's a
little after 2:00.

Yeah, and we get sent off at
2:00, and Jill meets Ruiz at 2:00.

I don't like the
coincidence. Me neither.

What about him?
We call the police.

Hello. Hello.

Sorry I'm late. That's okay.

Listen, I know of a
smashing seafood spot...

right on the beach
overlooking the...

Oh, I asked a couple of
friends to meet me here.

Uh, would you mind
if we had lunch here?

Um, I don't think
so, Miss Munroe.

You keep having a problem with
my name. It's Johnson. Jill Johnson.

No. It's Munroe... Jill Munroe.

And we've got your
sister... Kris Munroe.

And if you want to see her
alive, you come with me now.

I've got a small but
destructive revolver in my hand.

I guess this means we're
not having lunch. That's right.

Get in.

Slide over and drive.
Slide over and drive.

When you get to
that corner, turn left.

Hello? Hello? Hello,
Kelly. This is Bos.

- Where are you?
- We're on our way back
to the resort. Why?

Well, when I got there,
Ruiz was taking Jill.

Taking Jill where?

I don't know, but Jill
was going unwillingly.

Now look. I'm following
them now. I'm northbound...

on the Georgian Acres service
road just past the Cutler intersection.

All right, Bos. We're
on our way. Stay on 'em.

Right.

Step on it.

Wait.

- Why did you take my sister?
- It will be explained
to you soon.

I would like it to be
explained to me now.

Anton Karazna's son is dead.

I know that. I...
I read about it...

when he crashed in the wall at Le
Mans, but what does that have to do with...

Mr. Karazna believes his
son deliberately k*lled himself.

- Deliberately?
- su1c1de.

- But why?
- You.

Because of you. Because of me?

He was despondent when you left.

So he deliberately k*lled
himself? That's totally insane.

Mr. Karazna
believes that it's true.

Even if he does believe that's true,
what's any of that got to do with Kris?

And why'd he put my name on the telegram?
I mean... Mr. Karazna will explain that.

Hello?

Kelly, this is Bosley.
Now listen to me.

Stay on Cutler till you get to a dirt
road that veers left through some trees.

Cutler to the dirt road.
Yeah, got you, Bos.

We're on our way.

Mr. Karazna?

You can't really believe that
my sister was responsible...

for your son's death.

Of course you must
defend her. It's only right.

She's your sister. You
must be blindly loyal.

That's right. She is
my sister. I know her.

She would never hurt
someone deliberately.

Hurt him? She k*lled him.

She demanded too
much and gave too little.

He was young, emotional.

He didn't realize how someone
could lie to him. He didn't understand.

No, Mr. Karazna.
You didn't understand.

Hi. What brings you here?

I heard you were hanging
out with a rough crowd.

I just dropped by to see if
I could straighten you out.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Just a little
scared. It'll be all right.

If you wanted me here, why
didn't you just bring me here?

It would have taken
time to find you.

This seemed quicker
and certainly more... ironic.

You mean by making me think
you had taken her by mistake?

I think one's sense
of guilt is heightened...

if one believes a loved one
will share in their punishment.

Don't you think? Punishment?

Yours... for what
you did to my son.

Mr. Karazna, when
Dino and I were together,

there were some things I wanted to say
to you, but I didn't think I had the right.

- I'm gonna say them to you now.
- No. Now you're
going to listen.

You k*lled my son.

And you've caused me pain
such as I have never felt before.

And now you want revenge.

You took what I loved.

I take what you love.

So that's what
this is all about.

That is what this is about.

I know you loved your son.

I loved him too.
But as a friend.

A friend?

It was more to him.

No. Maybe in the beginning, but...
he was young. He wasn't ready.

- He was a man.
- He was a boy,

trying to be the man you wanted
him to be... exactly in your image.

He wanted that too. He was that.

You didn't even
know your own son.

He was quiet and
gentle and caring.

You gave him fast planes,
fast boats, a fast car...

All the things that were important
to you when you were young.

They weren't important to him.

He only accepted
them to please you.

He was happy with what I gave
him... until you came into his life.

Oh, he told me what you said.

He told me how you tried
to turn him against me.

I never tried to turn
him against you!

I only tried to get him
to be what he was...

Nothing more, nothing less.

You made him uncertain,
and that made him weak.

I made him think! For himself.

He... He painted
beautiful pictures...

and he wrote beautiful poetry.

Did you know your
son wrote poetry?

He did nothing like that.

You didn't know.

He didn't share that with you.

He was strong.

A son I could be proud of.

You poisoned him, took away
his confidence and then left him.

I did not leave him.

We were friends.

We parted as friends. You know
what he said to me when I left?

He said, "I love you because
you let me be what I am.

If only my father could see
me the way you see me."

Your son d*ed
in that race car...

because he wasn't
a very good driver.

He wasn't a good flier.
He wasn't a good sailor.

He wasn't any of those
things that you were.

And he wanted to be.

But he couldn't, and...

that's what k*lled him.

I have listened to you.

It hasn't changed what I feel,

what I know.

We leave now.

Where are we going?

I have business in Mexico. You
and your sister will come with me.

What then? I told you.

You will know what it is like
to lose someone you love.

You'll have plenty of
time to think about it.

Then you'll feel it.

Put them in the car.

Here's the turn Bosley
told us to watch for.

Hurry.

Where is she?

Ruiz took her into that
house about 10 minutes ago.

- I called the police.
- Any sign of Kris?

No. But I've got a gut feeling
that she's in that house.

Wrong. She just
walked out of it.

Get in the car, Bos. Come on.

Well, what about
the gate? What gate?

It pays to have friends.

Stop them.

Kelly! They have Jill and Kris.

Jump.

Run 'em down.

Hey! They're gonna do it!
They're gonna try and take off!

You better move the
car across the runway!

Whoa.

He's gonna try to go around us.

Try and hit the engine.

He's gone! You better drop 'em!

She's right. No sense
getting ourselves k*lled for him.

I'll take care of them.

Well, Jill, we say hello,
we say good-bye so quickly.

You sure you can't
stay a few days?

Oh, Charlie, I'd really like to.
But there's a big race in France,

and I only have a week to get over
there, get my car ready and try to qualify.

Can't you just miss one race?
You build up points with races.

- Anyway, there's another
reason I want to go.
- What's that?

Well, Dino's buried
near the racetrack there,

and I'd just like to go by
and maybe visit his grave.

I can't explain it. He was...
He was very dear to me.

That's reason enough.
Maybe the best reason of all.

Obviously we're
grateful for the help.

Ah, I wouldn't have missed
this one for anything, Charlie.

Just like old times. You will
take care of my little friend here?

Here's to taking care of
our little friend. Hear! Hear!

I'll drink to that.