The Immoral Three

Hello?

Hello?

Jane, are you there?

Answer me.

Hello?

Answer me!

Hello.

Hello!

Jane!

Ladies, if you would please join me in the next room.

Won't you make yourselves comfortable, please?

There's a great deal I have to say to you. A great deal.

And then I'd like to read this will to you.

Ladies, this gentleman is Bill Morrissey.

I am John Erickson.

And for many years, I've been your mother's attorney

and confidant and good friend.

Sandy.

Ginny.

Nancy.

You are sisters.

Sisters?

That's right. You three are sisters.

That's ridiculous.

As I explained in the telegrams I sent you,

Jane Tennay, the deceased, is your mother.

I don't believe it.

Up until two days ago, I was an orphan.

Now you want to convince me

that I have two sisters and a mother?

Come on now.

I suppose it would be easiest to begin at the beginning.

I watched Jane grow from a lovely teenager

to a beautiful, exciting, and desirous woman.

Then Jane met Mike Burns.

Fell madly in love with him and married him.

A year later, a child was born.

Sandy, you are that child.

I went away to law school.

When I returned, Jane came to me for a divorce.

You, Sandy, were sent to a foster home.

Poor mother.

Where is he? My father.

Bill, why don't you tell the girls

about Jane's activities?

When I first saw your mother,

I realized what an asset she would be to our government.

After many months, I convinced her to become an agent.

Agent 73, to be exact.

First you tell us we three are sisters.

Then you hit me with a Mata Hari mother. What's next?

Well, my dear, that's the way it was.

Your mother's first assignment was to crack

an international spy ring with headquarters in Moscow.

Jane used the only weapon she had

to get the information we needed.

Because it was her first assignment,

Jane must have been careless.

Some months later, you, Ginny,

occupational side effect number one, were born.

Jane went to Munich to get the information we had to have

about a new top-secret underground testing device.

It seems that, once again, Jane was careless,

and then you, Nancy,

occupational side effect number two, were born.

As years went by, your mother made some very

successful investments and she became exceedingly wealthy.

And now I would like to read your mother's will.

"I, Jane Tennay, do hereby leave my entire estate

to my three precious daughters, Sandy, Nancy, and Ginny,

to be divided equally, giving $1 million to each daughter.

Should one of my daughters die before this will is executed,

the money is to be divided between the remaining two.

Should two of my daughters die,

then the survivor shall inherit all three million.

And if all three die, then my money goes to (clears throat)

the executor of my estate.

My dear and advisor, John Erickson.

If by chance I am murdered, Sandy, Nancy and Ginny

will have one year to avenge my death

in order to collect their inheritance.

If, after one year, they are unable to find my murderer,

then all my money, once again, goes to John Erickson.

My dear girls, it was necessary to send you away

to separate schools where your identity was not known

to safeguard you from my enemies.

Now all you have is each other.

Stay together, live in my house,

get to know one another as sisters.

Love one another and avenge my death.

Signed,

Jane Tennay."

In your mother's desk is a folder

with the pictures of four men,

one of whom I am convinced is your mother's killer.

She must've been so unhappy.

Shall we go now?

I took the Liberty of sending all of your luggage

directly to your mother's house.

Listen, I don't think I'm going with you.

I'll stay at the airport until I get a flight to Chicago.

You can send my luggage there.

Please think it over.

I'd like us to get to know each other. We are sisters.

- I'll drive the girls. - But you can't.

What's the matter with you, John?

These girls will never find the house.

You'd better to come with us, Sandy.

Quick! Get into my car.

We can't be here when the police arrive.

Why aren't the police

investigating my mother's murder?

Because your mother had officially left the AIC

and was no longer an agent of the government

when she was killed.

The case is out of our hands.

We cannot take any steps at this time

towards finding her murderer.

And because of the nature of her work,

we cannot call in the police.

Therefore, it is up to you to find the assassin,

if you want to avenge your mother's death (clears throat)

and inherit the $3 million.

You'll have to let yourselves in. I must get back to town.

Call me if you need anything.

Thank you, Mr. Erickson. You've been just great.

- Thank you, Mr. Erickson. - Goodbye, girls.

Remember, I'm at your service.

Goodbye, And thanks, I suppose.

Mr. Erickson, he sure thinks of everything.

Sandy, Ginny, let's talk.

I suppose we do have a great deal to talk about.

I do wish you wouldn't be so indifferent, Sandy.

What's the matter with you, anyway?

I think we should at least try to get along.

After all, we are sisters.

Sort of sisters.

I think we should look at the rest of the house.

Ginny, come here, Take a look at this.

That looks like a picture of me.

It really looks like you.

I wonder who he is.

Mother was beautiful, wasn't she?

She doesn't look beautiful to me.

All of the bedrooms are pretty much alike,

so it doesn't matter which one you choose.

I'll take that room.

Come on in.

Okay.

Here goes nothin'.

Oh, it's good.

Oh, this is great.

Just a minute!

The door is open. Come on in!

Next time, use the back door.

Well, it's about time you got here.

Our cupboard is almost bare.

You certainly deserve a big tip

for carrying such a big package,

but I don't have any change.