CHARLIE:
Once upon a time,
there were three little girls
who went to the police academy.
And they were assigned
very hazardous duties.
But I took them away
from all that,
and now they work for me.
My name is Charlie.
[PHONE RINGING]
Thank you.
Hello?
It's Charlie, Angel.
Time to go to work.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
It's Charlie, Angel.
Time to go to work.
Okay.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
It's Charlie, Angel.
Time to go to work.
Good morning, Woodville,
they're inside.
Good, Charlie'll
be calling any minute now.
Will you set up
the projection machine, Bosley?
Right, I suppose
I'm to be left behind again
for the really heavy stuff.
Look after the office,
answer the mail,
pick up the phone
when it rings.
Sorry, Bosley.
Mm-hm.
Sabrina, why can't I ever
come out ahead of the bank?
I think you have to put in
more than you take out.
Ah, is that the trick?
Well, it helps.
Are you trying
to get me fat?
No, I'm trying
to get you healthy.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning, ladies.
Hi.
You're all looking
very chipper.
Ready for the launching pad?
Any idea what this one's
all about, Woodville?
Charlie'll let you know
when he calls.
Why does it always have
to be on the phone,
why can't we ever see Charlie?
I believe that was very
clearly spelled out when you were
hired.
Nobody sees Charlie except me.
He's a very private person.
I know that,
but to work for a man
you've never laid eyes on
seems so impersonal.
And you Ms. Monroe, would like
to make it personal?
Come on, be a pal.
I can't tell you how many hours
I've spent lying in bed
trying to put a face,
and a body on that voice.
Beats watching the late show,
I imagine.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Don't tell me you've fallen
for Charlie.
A voice on the telephone?
Mm-hm.
Don't be silly.
Mm-mm.
Here we go.
All present
and accounted for, sir.
Good morning, Angels.
Good morning, Charlie.
Are we ready, Bosley?
Give me just a moment, sir.
This is a tough one, Angels,
I doubt if I could do it
myself, even if I wanted to.
Needs the feminine touch.
All right, Woodville.
All set, sir?
First slide.
Now this'll be your scene
of operations.
The Samarra Vineyards
in the Valley of the Moon.
15,000 acres of the finest wine
country in California.
It was founded by this man,
Vincent La Mer,
who vanished seven years ago
and his whereabouts
are unknown to this day.
Any theories, Charlie?
No evidence of foul play,
no ransom demand,
no farewell note,
simply disappeared
without a trace.
But you think
there's more to it?
I'd say our client
is convinced
that Vincent La Mer
was m*rder*d.
Who's the client, Charlie?
All in good time.
Samarra is now
the responsibility
of Rachel La Mer,
Vincent's second wife,
but she isn't equipped
for the job,
unfortunately, she's become too
fond of the stuff they bottle.
How does she manage?
With the help of this man:
Beau Creel.
First job at Samarra:
truck driver.
Then foreman, now he has
the run of the house.
The whole house?
Every room.
Well, I hate a man
without ambition.
Watch out for Beau Creel,
Angels.
The people who work for him
can tell you what he's like.
A great white shark.
Charlie, you said
La Mer's second wife.
Very good, Jill.
Woodville?
The first Mrs. La Mer.
Originally
from Brighton, England.
The little girl is their only
child, Janet.
Where are they now?
The mother d*ed
a year or two later.
Janet passed from one member
of the family to another,
till she was old enough
to go out on her own.
She's out there
now, somewhere in the world,
and Saturday Vincent La Mer
will be declared legally dead.
If Janet doesn't show up,
all of Samarra belongs
to Rachel La Mer.
And that's where you
come in, Angels.
Woodville will brief you,
he has every scrap of
information you'll need--
Make sure you're
letter perfect.
Charlie, I was just wondering,
if I could--
Not just now, Bosley.
But don't give up hope.
Oh, no.
And where will you be, Charlie?
Where I always am,
with my nose to the grindstone.
The waters run deep
in this case, Angels,
and I'm up
to my hips right now.
Here you are, Charlie.
Bless you, my dear.
Hey.
Can I help you, mister?
I'd like to see
Mrs. La Mer, is she in?
Who'd like to see her?
Tell her Janet La Mer.
Who'd you say?
Janet La Mer.
I used to live here.
You stay right where you are.
Mr. Creel?
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Beau, I was talking
to you, please!
In a minute, in a minute.
Yeah, what is it, Wilder?
There's a girl outside.
She says she's Janet La Mer.
What are we going to do?
All right, leave her to me.
Bring her in.
Now are you going
to be all right?
I mean, can you handle her?
All right, well, listen.
You just be nice to her
and I'll take care of the rest,
all right?
Morning.
Hi.
You, uh, say
you're Janet La Mer?
Yes,
I hope you don't mind,
I just wanted to see
what it was like,
the place where I was born.
Well, of course I don't mind.
The fact is, I've been wondering
about you for some time.
I don't suppose
you remember me.
Why, yes!
You're Beau Creel.
You drive one
of my father's trucks.
I used to, I, uh,
run the place now
for Mrs. La Mer.
How nice.
How did you happen
to come back just now?
Well, I guess you could call it
kind of a crazy impulse.
I've been out of touch
with everything
ever since I left England.
Rattling around all over
the place on my bike.
And then all of a sudden
it was California,
and I thought, oh,
it's just over that hill.
So here I am.
Yeah, well, uh, I guess you
and Mrs. La Mer
will have a lot to talk about
in the next few days.
You will stay, won't you?
Thank you, I'll just
get my things.
Oh, no, don't bother.
I'll have them brought
up to you, Ms. La Mer.
Why don't you
show her upstairs?
Janet.
May I call you Janet?
I'd like that.
Wilder.
Let me see those bags.
See if you can find a passport.
Okay, take her bags up.
Get your servants
out of the house.
Tell them to take
a few days off.
Uh, let me speak
to Mr. Bancroft.
Tell him Beau Creel,
from the Samarra Vineyards.
Yes, Beau, what is it?
Henry?
We got trouble.
Janet La Mer showed up.
Oh, my God.
You know what that means.
Well, take it easy,
we haven't lost a thing yet,
but you better get out here now.
I, uh, I'm due in court.
Now, Henry, now!
Woodville, are you there?
Yes. How's it going?
Everything's fine.
I'm all settled in.
If you need anything,
just buzz.
Okay.
How do you know she's
the real girl?
Her passport.
Well, you can buy a passport
on the black market.
For a couple of hundred dollars,
you can be whoever
you want to be.
Well, that's why you're here.
You knew the kid
from the day she was born.
Check her out.
Why would she come back
after all these years?
I don't know.
Maybe she didn't buy
the fact that her
old man
just disappeared.
Maybe she thought
if she came back to soon,
the same thing
could happen to her.
Now wait a minute, Beau,
I don't want to be party
to any rough stuff.
What do you think happens
if she gets some
fancy accountant to go
through the books
and they find out
we've taken
over a quarter
of a million off the top?
Now I've never heard you
complain about your cut before.
I had business reverses!
I went along with you on that,
but I have to draw
the line somewhere.
You're across the line, Henry.
You're an accessory to m*rder.
I wasn't here that night.
Now, I can prove that.
But when you found out,
you forgot to tell the sheriff,
didn't you?
Same thing.
Check her out.
Janet, would you mind coming
into the living room
for a minute?
Of course not.
Do you have everything you need?
Fine, thank you.
Rachel, the house looks lovely.
Thank you.
Are you on your way out?
Yea, I thought--
Hello, Janet.
Why, Mr. Bancroft,
what a surprise!
How are you?
Just fine.
Good to see you.
Welcome home.
Sit down, sit down.
Well, well, well.
Do you still have that lovely
old office on Mooring Street?
Yes, number 17.
It's good to know
some things never change.
Yes, we go back
a long way, don't we?
You know, I remember
the day you turned 6.
You rolled down
to the office
just to show me
your new chestnut pony.
"Bunky," I think you called him.
Forgive me, Henry.
But it was my seventh birthday,
the pony was a gray,
and her name was Cindy.
Don't you remember?
Yes, you're right about that,
I guess I got that all mixed up.
But there is one thing
I know I'm right about.
The milk?
You mean the warm milk?
At night.
He's doing better.
I had a glass of warm milk
every night of my life
before I went to sleep.
I still do.
I'll see to it
you get some tonight.
Thank you.
Yes, that would be nice.
And Rachel, don't forget,
she likes a little cinnamon
sprinkled on the top.
No, Mr. Bancroft. Nutmeg.
You've been testing
me, haven't you? Why?
Yes, we have and I'm truly sorry
to have to you put you through
that, Janet, I--
Well, we had to make certain
that you were in fact
Janet La Mer.
As Rachel's attorney,
I had to protect her
against the possibility
that some adventurist
might show up just about now.
You mean before Saturday.
You knew about Saturday?
About my father's will?
Yes.
Well, then why pretend you just
dropped in out of the blue?
Well, when I met you
and you were so kind,
I didn't have
the heart to tell you.
I guess I was hoping I could
find the right words.
But, uh-- Well, now that we're
all such good friends
it doesn't have to be
that different
just because Samarra's going
to belong to me.
Rachel, I do hope you'll come
and visit whenever you're
in the neighborhood.
Oh, and Beau,
I hope you'll stay on,
that is if you
don't mind taking orders
from someone your probably still
think of as a little girl.
Well, uh, we'll talk about it
Ms. La Mer, after Saturday.
Of course.
Well, I'm off.
I think I'll just take
a spin around the old place.
Henry, it's been marvelous
seeing you.
And you.
Hey, Mike, you want to drive,
or what?
Get over there.
Get in your own corner, pal.
Are you okay?
I think I'm all in one piece.
Back off, Mike.
Guess we ran out of road.
My fault, I was sight-seeing.
Is it all right?
I don't know,
let's check it out.
Here, let me give
you a hand.
Yeah, the bike seems okay.
You know, I jockey this bronco
half way around the world,
and the first time it throws me
is when I come home.
You live around here?
I did when I was a child,
in the house on the hill.
You're Janet La Mer?
Yes.
Well, well, how are you?
Fine, thank you.
What's the matter?
Well, I thought maybe
you'd remember.
Remember?
You know, when you were supposed
to be asleep,
and you'd come out the window
and down the tree, and come down
the hill to see me?
Of course, you must be--
Aram Kolegian.
Aram!
Aram Kolegian.
It's been a long time.
It certainly has.
Hey, you remember that night?
Halloween!
Halloween?
The blood oath.
How could I forget,
Halloween! The blood oath!
I never told anybody
about that, did you?
Well, of course not.
We promised, didn't we?
We did.
And no one ever knew.
Not a soul.
Well, I better
be getting back,
they're probably
worrying about me.
I hope we run into each other
again sometime.
Say Janet,
you remember that time
in the barn down
by the river?
You fell out of the hay loft,
I tried to catch you
and broke my collarbone.
I felt so awful about that.
It's all healed now.
That's good.
Well, goodbye, Aram.
Come here, Mike!
Come here!
Come here, Mike!
Come on.
Come here, yeah.
You like her, huh?
Well, don't let that pretty face
fool you, she's a phony.
There never was
a barn down by the river.
Beau.
Beau!
Do we have to go
through with this?
Rachel, I don't intend
on turning this place
over to anyone.
Won't she taste it?
Not with nutmeg on top.
Now go on.
[BELL RINGING]
Come in.
I brought you milk.
I hope it's warm enough.
How kind of you.
Did you think I'd forget?
No, I didn't.
Well, pleasant dreams.
Rachel...
Thank you for everything.
Did you get everything?
Block of cement, canvas tarp
and some nylon rope.
What about her motorcycle?
That's in the garage,
I'll pick it up.
Okay, go in around back.
Won't be long.
Little bitty
nightgown like that?
She'll catch her death
in the swamp.
Just like her daddy did.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Whoever it is get rid of them!
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Mrs. La Mer?
Yes?
I have to speak to you,
it's urgent.
It's late, you'll have
to come back tomorrow.
It will only take a second.
I understand
there's a young woman
in this house who claims
to be Janet La Mer.
Claims to be?
Yes.
The gasoline attendant
in town
told me that she refueled her
motorcycle this morning,
and asked for directions
to Samarra Vineyard.
Show the man in.
How you doing?
I'm Beau Creel. I run
the place for Mrs. La Mer.
Scott Woodville,
I'm an attorney.
This girl, saying
she's an impostor?
First order, she's--
Well, I'm sorry, I'm not
at liberty to discuss
the details of the case.
Uh, where is she?
Oh, she's not here.
Not here?
I don't understand.
Says she's going into town?
Any idea where?
No.
Just to visit
a childhood friend.
Said she wouldn't
be back till late.
Well, I suggest
that when she does get back,
we have a sheriff
waiting for her.
Oh, no need for you to stay here
Mr. Woodville,
we'll call Sheriff Hopkins
ourselves.
Oh, very well.
I'm glad it will be
taken care of tonight.
It would be
very embarrassing
if those two women
were to meet.
Two women?
Well, yes, the impostor
and the real Janet La Mer.
Oh, didn't I mention it?
There's good news,
Ms. La Mer'll be flying
in tomorrow morning at 10:00.
There's no need for you
to make any fuss,
she'll be staying at the hotel.
Hotel?
Why won't she--
Won't she be staying here?
I'm sure Ms. La Mer would rather
explain that herself.
Good night.
BEAU:
Good night.
Looks like we just wasted
a glass of warm milk.
What are we going
to tell the sheriff?
She didn't come back,
she lost her nerve.
Tell Wilder to bring
in the tarp and the rope.
What about the real
Janet La Mer?
We'll take care of her
when the time comes.
I'll take the back.
[DOOR CREAKING]
Ahh!
What happened?
Well, I'll say this:
You got some nerve
coming back here.
Did you really think I'd
fall for that warm milk bit?
Lawyer named Woodville
just dropped by,
said that the real Janet La Mer
would be coming
by here tomorrow?
She got away?
Oh, nice try.
You know, I'll say this for you:
You sure came prepared.
But, all I got to do
is call the sheriff
and he's going to put you away
for a nice long stretch.
Fine, that'll give me plenty
of time to tell him
about the kind of milkshakes
you serve around here.
Why did you come back?
Okay, she got away.
No one knows what I look like,
it'd still work.
What are you after?
Half of whatever there is.
Half the vineyards?
Grapes?
Who's talking about grapes?
What else is there?
That's what I'm here
to find out.
Find out about what?
I don't have to be
a mind reader
to know what you
two are thinking.
You get me to tell
you what I know,
and then you dump me some place.
Well, I'd advise you
not to do that.
Anything happens to me,
I've got friends out there.
Keep talking.
When we kidnapped Janet La Mer
that's all it was going to be.
I'd sell off everything
and we divvy up the proceeds.
We gave her a sh*t,
a truth drug.
I ask her the questions,
and she filled me
in on everything
from the time she was a kid.
Then suddenly she started
mumbling about some guys
who made her
a business proposition.
What guys?
I asked her that,
she didn't know.
What she did say was
that the vineyards
were worth a fortune.
She said
they mentioned a figure.
What figure?
20 million.
Here?
Well, well.
Well, don't you understand?
You gave her a needle.
She's dreaming.
You give somebody a truth drug
and they tell you the truth.
Now, what could be on this place
worth 20 million bucks?
That's what
we're going to find out.
How?
First off, no milkshakes.
We keep an eye on her.
She's bright,
but she doesn't know we know.
She'll make a slip,
just one little slip
and that's all we need.
Then we'll make our move.
Do we have a deal?
That, my boy, is no motorcycle.
Make it look good,
you have an audience.
Jill, you look terrible.
Thank you.
See, Bosley, never give up hope,
plans do change.
Yes, indeed they do.
How much that jacket
set you back?
A button.
How's Kelly?
Last night they tried
to drop her into the swamp.
Right next to her daddy.
Today they're thick as thieves.
They bought it then?
The whole package.
Oh, Sabrina, one thing.
It seems there was someone
in Janet La Mer's life
when she was a child.
I better fill you
in about the young man
with a pickup truck
and a dog called Mike.
I'll tell you about it
in the car.
Bosley, I think perhaps
I ought to sign something.
Oh.
I want to know who
he is and what he's up to.
They just came in.
Yes, sir. The flowers
have been taken care of.
May I help you?
Yes, I'm Janet La Mer.
Oh, yes, Ms. La Mer,
we have your reservation.
And may I say, welcome home.
Thank you.
It is the fourth floor?
Absolutely.
Uh, suite 400.
I'm afraid there's
been some mistake.
Now, my sec--
Mr. Woodville,
when I phoned you
from Mexico City,
didn't I tell you
that Ms. La Mer
wanted the fourth floor?
Isn't that what I requested?
Yes, sir.
I can assure you, Ms. La Mer,
suite 400 is
on the fourth floor.
Yes, well, you don't
seem to understand,
I meant, the fourth floor.
The entire floor?
Yes.
There are two of us.
But there are people
on the fourth floor.
Very well.
If you can't arrange it--
Oh, no, no, uh,
it'll take just
a minute to move them.
You're very kind.
Ms. La Mer, don't forget,
they're expecting
you at Samarra.
Yes.
They're on their way up.
Her own plane
and the whole fourth floor.
All that money
and she's back for more.
Money comes to money.
Not if we get
there first, Henry.
Not if we get there first.
WOODVILLE: Shall I put these
in the bedroom?
SABRINA:
Yes, please.
It's a nice room, isn't it?
It's not bad.
It's a little overdone.
It's not bad, actually.
Kind of early America nothing.
Would you like me to have them
send up some coffee?
No, I don't think so,
maybe a little bit later.
How about a salad?
You didn't have anything
to eat on the plane.
Well, I suppose it's
made me nervous,
coming home again
for the first time.
Oh, Ms. La Mer,
what lovely flowers.
I wonder who could
have sent them.
There's a card.
Let's see.
Difficult to open.
"Welcome home, Janet.
From an old family
friend Henry Bancroft."
Do you remember him?
Yes, of course.
He used to come
to the house every Sunday.
SABRINA: Father used to say
if there's one person
in the world you can trust,
it's Henry Bancroft.
BELLHOP:
Ms. La Mer?
I'll let you know when the rest
of the floor's ready.
SABRINA:
Thank you.
JILL:
Thank you.
BELLHOP:
Thank you, miss.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
His name's Bosley.
He's at that motel
on the west end of town.
What's he do?
Says he's a bird watcher.
Bird watcher.
She takes a whole floor,
he stays at a motel.
Why?
It's a cover.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Sh.
We got company.
JILL:
I'll get it.
Oh, come in.
It's Mr. Bosley.
Coming.
Our friend the bird watcher.
JILL:
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Well, Mr. Bosley,
right on time as usual.
Right on time for what?
It's about the deal,
I can just feel it.
JILL:
Can I get you a drink?
No, no thank you,
nothing for me, I've got
to keep a clear head today.
Odd thing, uh, I've never been
overly impressed with money.
I'm a man of simple habits,
my needs are few,
but suddenly to be
within arm's length
of a King's ransom I--
I only hope
that nothing goes wrong.
Don't worry, Mr. Bosley.
Nothing will go wrong.
That's very kind of you.
[PHONE RINGS]
Oh, that'll be Los Angeles.
Bosley, here.
Charlie, here.
Can you talk?
No problem, sir.
CHARLIE:
Well, what do you think?
Is it a-okay?
Now, the test are very
promising, sir,
as I was just indicating
to Ms. La Mer.
CHARLIE: You mean she's
there with you now?
BOSLEY:
You can say that, sir.
Now, listen, Bosley,
I want a yes or a no.
Just that, you understand?
Yes, or no.
Did she sign?
No.
CHARLIE: Bosley, we're talking
about millions.
Will she?
BOSLEY:
I've convinced her.
CHARLIE:
Good.
They're really
carving her up.
CHARLIE: And you'll make
your final test when?
BOSLEY:
That'll be in the morning, sir.
CHARLIE:
Oh, and one more thing, Bosley.
We'll have to move fast.
We're done for
if that g*ng from overseas
hears about it,
we can't outbid them.
Already here, sir.
We can roll as soon
as you get the equipment here.
You don't have to worry
about my end, Bosley,
I'm looking at some
of the equipment right now,
and believe me,
it's ready to move.
Well, then you know where
to reach me, Ms. La Mer.
Yes, of course.
If you'll just leave
the papers with my secretary,
I'll sign them tonight.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Well, goodbye.
Get going.
Don't let him out of your sight.
And you're sure she won't
recognize you?
I told you, she was drugged
the whole time.
All right, you'd better
get on back to the house.
Have Rachel fill you in
on who you're supposed to be.
Okay.
I, uh, I don't trust that one.
What makes you think
I do, Henry?
Yeah, you were right, pal.
Living wage means
one thing up here
and something else
down the hill.
So, sorry, are you all right?
It was my fault, no harm done.
Are you okay, Mike? Hm?
Uh, yes.
Thank you.
Stay in there, Mike.
Good dog.
Aram?
Aren't you Aram?
Aram Kolegian?
Yeah, that's right.
But you don't remember me.
No?
And you've probably forgotten
all about our blood oath.
Janet La Mer.
Yes.
This is getting
to be some curve.
You know you really
haven't changed a bit.
You have.
Have I?
Well, little girls
do grow up, they say.
Sometimes into beautiful women.
Thank you.
Hey,
how's your collar bone?
Which collar bone is that?
Well, don't you remember?
The day I fell out
of the hay loft in the barn.
The barn.
The barn down by the river.
You know,
I'm getting pretty tired
of meeting Janet La Mers
every day.
What the devil are
you two up to?
Who?
You. And the one yesterday,
the one that filled you in.
Filled me in about what?
You can turn it off, honey.
There never was
a barn down by the river.
I made it up.
I see.
You going to give me away?
Give me a reason I shouldn't.
You didn't say anything
about yesterday's Janet La Mer.
No, I didn't.
Why not?
Anything she could do to shake
up those two on the hill
was okay with me.
You know, it's too bad you
weren't for real.
The girl I used to know
had a lot of spunk.
She would have changed some
things around here.
Ever since old man La Mer
disappeared it's been tough
for the people down the hill
to get a fair break.
Things are going to change
around here, Aram.
Trust me.
Please don't give me away.
What's your name?
Sabrina.
Go shake them up, Sabrina.
That tree.
I used to climb down it
when I was supposed to be asleep
and no one ever knew.
What can I say?
It's home.
That lawyer fellow, Woodville,
I guess he told you
about the imposter?
Yes.
She was working
with the two men who drugged me.
Must have been
an awful experience.
Well, fortunately,
all I remember about it
is her voice.
That dreadful girl
leaning over me
asking question
after question after--
Well, it doesn't...
And, uh, you're
Rachel's cousin, Georgette?
From Houston.
Yes,
well,
you're very pretty.
Thank you.
It must be nice to be home,
safe and sound.
Yes, it is.
And on Saturday,
Samarra is all yours.
Well, not really, Henry.
What do you mean by that?
Well, on Saturday,
Samarra may be mine by law,
but no by right.
After all the love and the care
that you've given to Samarra
all these years, Rachel,
I couldn't dream
of taking it away from you.
You mean,
you're letting me keep it?
Quite simply, yes.
Well, that's the most generous
thing I've ever heard.
Well, it's very easy
to be generous
when you're the only niece
of a number of rich relatives,
all of whom d*ed childless.
I've been very lucky.
You can work out the details
with Mr. Woodville,
can't you Henry?
Yes, yes, yes, of course.
I don't know what to say.
Well, there's just
one small thing.
What's that?
I've been traveling quite a lot,
and when I was in Tibet,
I met an old man in the
lamasery who taught me
that the true power
of money is in giving,
and leaving something to show
that your life had been useful.
Well, wherever I've gone,
I've tried to remember
what he taught me.
I helped to build a church
in a tiny Indian pueblo,
and a home
for unwed mothers in Boston.
Here at Samarra,
I would like to leave something
in its own beautiful setting
that would last forever.
A bird sanctuary.
A bird sanctuary?
Yes.
I was thinking of the 40 acres
down by the south end.
The swamp?
Well, it's of no use,
to you, Rachel,
and the birds would love it.
Would you mind terribly?
No, of course not.
Well, I really must be going.
It was so nice
to see you again, Henry.
And you.
I'll show you to the door.
Thank you, Rachel.
It was lovely to see you all.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I'm so happy you agreed
with my plan, Rachel.
It was such
a small thing to ask.
Yes, well, we'll call it
the Vincent La Mer Sanctuary.
After my father.
Wherever he may be.
You know it's all just exactly
as I remember it.
Except,
somehow,
I thought it was larger.
The swamp.
That's got to be it.
Been out here for a couple
of hours now.
It doesn't look like
he's after birds.
Not unless they fly underwater.
Where's he going?
Looks like he's heading
for the landing.
Come on.
Morning.
Oh, good morning.
Nice day, huh?
Oh, yes.
This is private property,
what were you doing out there?
Oh, I'm terribly sorry,
I was bird watching.
Marvelous hobby,
our feathered friends.
I made a few remarkable
discoveries this morning.
I saw a speckled robin.
Now that's the first one
I've seen
this far north in years.
By any chance,
did you see a lying swallow?
I don't believe
I know the species.
I'm looking at one.
I don't understand.
You're no more bird watcher
than I am.
I am a life member
of the Audubon Society.
Look, Mr. Bosley,
I know all about the phone call
from Charlie.
Tests, the equipment,
and I didn't hear anything
about no speckled robin.
Please, if Charlie finds out
I've blown my cover,
I'll lose my job.
What is your job?
I beg of you, don't ask me.
You don't know the people
you're dealing with.
They can topple governments.
And you don't know
the people you're dealing with.
If you don't talk,
the only bird around here's
going to be a dead duck.
You got five seconds,
Bosley.
Now what is it out there
that's worth millions?
Oil?
Enough to make Texas look
like a country gas station.
Are you sure, maybe
we ought to check it out.
We did. We--
[GLASS CLINKING]
We persuaded the bird watcher
to give us that L.A. number.
You know who Charlie is?
XO Oil.
And that bunch from overseas?
From Iran.
No wonder Ms. High-and-Mighty
can afford to be so generous.
The problem is, how are we going
to get the swamp away from them?
We don't have to.
The land isn't hers. We sold it
off to a man named Hawkins.
The land was worthless
and Beau wanted a new car.
Can you get it back?
No problem.
Hawkins is what
you might call a...
Anxious seller.
Hold it.
Now hold it.
I know we've had our run-ins,
but I'm here
to straighten all that out.
How about it, Hawkins?
Hawkins?
JILL:
He ain't here.
When's he coming back?
Ain't.
Well, can we talk?
Stay where you are.
Hi.
I'm Beau Creel.
I know who you are.
Mr. Hawkins, warned us about you
when we bought this place.
You bought it?
Yeah, my Grandpa and me.
Gave Mr. Hawkins what he paid
for it, 20,000.
Him and his family went
back to Arizona.
BOSLEY:
Who is it, Jilly Lou?
Calls himself Beau Creel.
What's he want?
Don't know yet.
Well, you see, uh,
I come here
with this very generous
business proposition.
I don't trust a man whose teeth
don't show when he smiles.
When Hawkins sold you
this place,
I guess he forgot to mention
it was worthless.
Didn't have to, any fool could
see that, it's mostly swamp.
Then why buy it?
Ah, you wouldn't understand.
Grandpa'd always wanted to find
the right piece of swampland
where he could live out
the rest of his days.
Born in a swamp, he was,
just like me and my ma.
In a bayou down by the mouth
of the big muddy.
As far as your eyes
could see it was swampland,
with tree stumps rotting
in the slime.
But it weren't ours.
What if you
had enough money to buy
a bigger and better place?
How much money you
talking about?
How's 25,000 sound?
What's he after, Jilly Lou?
Trying to steal the place away
from us, from the sound of it.
Oh, you won't let him do that,
will you?
Don't worry, Grandpa.
sh**t him, if you have to.
He's trespassing.
I can handle him.
Same thing goes for that Arab
when he comes back.
Arab?
From Iran.
What'd he want?
Same as you, Grandpa's swamp.
He had a fellow with him
with a whole big bag of money.
How much did he offer?
100,000.
Said he'd go higher.
Well, uh...
how much higher?
Why do you want it so bad?
Well, you see, uh, we're going
to build this bird sanctuary.
How does 150,000 sound?
I don't know, I told you,
Grandpa's swamp folk.
200.
Get rid of him, Jilly Lou!
He's going, Grandpa.
Just leave him to me.
You know, Grandpa's getting old,
and he really ain't dealing
with a full deck up there,
so, uh, I think
I can get him to sell.
For how much?
Quarter of a million.
230,000...
240...
$250,000.
Won't my Grandpa be happy
to see all this money?
He's waiting for me outside
the sheriff's office.
Deed.
Oh,
I guess I just got
no head for business.
Thank you.
Jill...Mun...roe.
Mr. Creel, you've got
yourself a bird sanctuary.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Well, there goes every penny
we had in the world.
Think of a hundred times
that much, Henry.
Signed, sealed, and delivered.
We're in business.
Looks like.
It's going to take a lot
of equipment
and that costs money.
Well, we've got the biggest
outfit in the panhandle
coming in with us.
Sending men out tomorrow
to check it out.
That'll give us manpower,
dredging equipment,
oil rigs, whatever we need.
Maybe we all ought
to get some sleep.
We have a big day ahead.
Yeah, well, uh, you go ahead.
We got some business
to take care of.
Good night.
Good night
Good night.
Do you have to go
out there tonight?
You want them to dredge
the swamp and find the old man?
What are we going
to do about her?
One thing at a time Henry,
one thing at a time.
Woodville?
Yes, I'm here.
It's tonight.
Good. Meet us at the south end
of the swamp.
Right.
Find a nice place
on the back of the ridge.
Dig him a new grave.
Everything all right?
Good.
Kelly! Over here.
Where's Bosley?
He's on his way back
to Los Angeles with the money.
We'll each take a section.
The minute they show,
I'll call the sheriff.
He'll have plenty
of time to get here
before they bring
up the evidence.
All right.
Let's go.
Woodville, I think
I've got something.
What is it?
Three of them in an outboard.
I'll call the sheriff.
Stay where you are.
Don't take any chances.
Okay.
You've been disconnected.
Okay.
He's tied to an old plow.
Bring him up.
They're pulling something up.
They've got it.
Woodville, where's the sheriff?
Woodville, can you hear me?
Woodville?
Woodville?
Sabrina, Jill,
something's gone wrong,
we better get out of here.
Right!
I just heard you talking
to your friends
Jill and Sabrina.
Anybody else out there?
Huh?
I'd like to meet them.
Give me that.
Jill and Sabrina
and whoever else is out there,
you better stop and listen.
I got your friend in a clearing
over here near your car.
Get over here and join her.
Or I'll put
a b*llet through her.
You got that?
You stay right there.
You all right?
Fine. He's over there.
Don't move, any of you.
Mr. Creel.
Can you hear me?
What is it?
Made me a nice little catch
right here on shore.
One fisherman
and three pretty fish.
Where are you?
South side.
All right. Well, stay there.
You got any ideas,
forget it!
All right, you stay here
with the boat.
Keep an eye on our friend.
Wilder!
Over here.
Who's the other one?
The lawyer, back
by his car, out cold.
Go get him.
Any sign of the bird watcher?
Not a sign.
It was all a con.
One great big con.
I guess you know that, uh,
there was never
really any oil.
Yeah, I guess I know that.
What do we do with them?
Well, we came to dig a grave,
may have to make it
a whole cemetery.
Anything happens to us,
you're out a quarter
of a million dollars.
We'll call Bosley in L.A.
and he'll bring it all back.
Yeah, that way
nobody'll get hurt.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No, if you'd had the money
you'd have been long gone.
This whole con was set up
to make me lead you
to what's in that boat.
I mean, without old man
La Mer's body, you got nothing.
Now you got m*rder one.
Only, who you going
to tell about it?
Let's go!
Come on move it!
What happened to you?
Somebody hit me.
Beau, the boat.
Well, don't just stand there,
leave him with Bancroft.
Well go after them!
I'll take the girl in the swamp.
One went that way.
Here,
you watch him.
Stop where you are.
Okay, back to the boat.
Creel, it's Sheriff Hopkins.
Come on in.
It's too late, Creel.
Come on in.
And remember,
you're covered.
Jill, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Not that we aren't
grateful, Mr. Kolegian,
but what were you
and your friends doing out here?
Trying to slow them down.
Sent another friend
into town for the sheriff.
But how did you all
know we'd be here?
That kind of threw me
for a second too.
Got a phone call
about an hour ago.
Fellow was really worried,
he said that
if anything went wrong
somebody might have
to bail you out.
Know a guy named Charlie?
Jill!
You'll never guess
who ordered the sheriff!
Charlie!
Who else?
And this Angels is our client,
the real Janet La Mer.
What about the quarter
of a million Charlie?
Janet wanted it to be our fee.
After all, we've proved
they k*lled her father
and we made sure
they didn't k*ll her.
Nobody believed her story,
I did.
Oh, you'll be glad to hear
that Janet and Aram recognized
each other at once.
And the first thing
she's going to do
is to build a barn
down by the river.
Well done, Angels.
Thank you, Charlie!
And you, Woodville.
Thank you, sir.
Oh, and you too, Bosley,
of course.
Thank you, Charlie.
Well, that's it
until next time.
Now I'd better get back
to the job at hand.
What's that Charlie?
Same old thing,
burning the midnight oil.
Bearing down on our next case.
And believe me,
it's a real scorcher.
WOMAN:
Here you are, Charlie
CHARLIE:
Bless you, my dear.
JILL:
Call if you need us, huh?
01x00 - Charlie's Angels
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A wealthy mystery man named Charlie runs a detective agency via a speakerphone and his "angels" detectives are three beautiful women, who end up in a variety of difficult situations.
A wealthy mystery man named Charlie runs a detective agency via a speakerphone and his "angels" detectives are three beautiful women, who end up in a variety of difficult situations.