The Jane Mysteries: Inheritance Lost

A matinee in Monaco tomorrow?

Sure. Yes, okay.

Thanks Jorge.

That's a twelve hour trip!

You're nuts.

I'm just living the life of a working singer.

Do you every want to take a break from all this?

What? No!

Besides, a gig's a gig.

Jane! You're on in five.

And some American guy wants to speak to you.

Must be a fan.

American?

A fan?

Maybe it's a long lost love from back home?

Yeah, I doubt it.

Jane Da Silva?

That depends on who's asking.

Sadie said you might be hard to find.

I had no idea there were so many cabaret theaters in Paris.

Twenty-nine in St. Germain alone.

Yeah, I know that now.

You said Sadie sent you?

Yes.

I'm sorry I don't really know how to say this but

your Uncle Harold, he passed.

What?

No. No no no.

His heart condition was just getting better.

Sadie was giving me updates.

Sadie wanted me to find you and tell you in person.

She's also hoping you'll come back to Baltimore with me.

Oh Sadie! Oh, she must be devastated.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

John Cameron.

Harold and Sadie are great friends.

I'm also a detective with the Baltimore police.

Sadie really needs you.

And Harold left you an inheritance.

An inheritance?

I don't care about an inheritance.

I've never wanted money from Sadie and Harold.

It seems Harold's last wish was

to bring you and Sadie back together.

He thought you would need each other.

And Sadie would like you to help out with his affairs.

So, go back to Baltimore?

Yeah.

Two minutes!

Okay. Okay.

Look, Sadie doesn't want you to do

anything you don't want to do.

She wanted you to call her when I found you.

Jane!

Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming. Uh...

I have to go on.

Yeah.

Okay, um... Yeah.

[applause}

Oh my dear.

He was so happy with his life.

He only had one regret.

That we never went to Europe to see you perform.

I've missed you both so much.

Come home.

It will be a healing time.

For both of us.

You know I could help you with your bags.

I can carry them on my own, thank you very much.

All right.

Before we get to the house, I should let you know that

I've been assisting Harold at the Foundation

for the past couple years.

What exactly do you guys do?

Seriously?

Harold never mentioned his retirement project?

I thought investment bankers never retired.

He wants to use all his energies for

something more than just making money.

Oh.

What exactly does this Foundation do?

All will be revealed.

Back to being mysterious again. Okay.

I've missed you so much.

Fifteen years is a long time.

Oh...

Uncle Harold.

He always talked about how he fell in love with you.

And I knew the minute I saw him in the audience that first time.

Do you ever miss it?

Life on the road?

Oh no.

But I remember the pre-show jitters and the post-show highs.

Oh, yes! Losing yourself onstage,

and buzzing from the applause.

Absolutely thrilling!

But I also remember the exhausting late nights,

endless travel, living out of a suitcase,

never knowing when your next gig might be.

Mom's favorite flowers.

I like to keep them here to remind me of her.

Your uncle always wanted to be there for you and your mom.

But when we lost her we knew

it was too hard for you to be here without her.

I thought running away to Europe would make it hurt less.

It's what you needed to do.

Living here amongst her memories was too hard.

And here they all are.

Thank you for keeping them, Sadie.

We kept your car, too.

My little cabrio?

I can't wait to see it!

Your bags are all up in your old room.

I should get going.

Oh no, please stay, John,

and help me introduce Jane to Harold's most important work.

The Foundation.

This is where your uncle ran the Foundation.

It focuses on righting wrongs.

And these files are filled with cases that your uncle took on.

He solved cases the police couldn't dedicate

any further time to.

But how can private citizens help where the police can't?

Oh, you'll be surprised what can be done.

Those aren't just files, those are people.

Families.

Harold prided himself on helping those

who couldn't help themselves.

Sort of a non-profit detective agency

helping people whom the police and justice system failed.

A detective agency?

How did I not know about this?

The Foundation started in earnest five years ago

when Harold retired and started helping people full time.

He did it to honor your mother.

I think he felt we never had closure on how we lost her.

Yeah.

Wow.

Uncle Harold helped all these people?

Those people, yes.

But there are still boxes of files and letters

of others needing help.

I mean, we were just getting started.

You helped him with the investigations too?

Oh, it was Harold's passion project.

He led the investigations but I helped on research,

creating diversions, stakeouts.

You know, the fun stuff!

And Uncle Harold wanted me to run this Foundation?

How?

Well, to be honest,

I'm a little confused as to why you were picked, also.

I mean, this isn't for the faint of heart.

It requires skill and dedication.

I care about these cases,

and I don't want the Foundation wasting any time or resources.

Well Detective, I know that my Uncle Harold

was an incredibly successful man, and very smart,

so he must have known what he was doing.

You're right Jane.

Harold chose you.

And he was a brilliant mind and it's important

that we respect his final decision.

Agreed.

I'll let you get settled.

Call me if you need anything.

Thank you, John.

Well, he seems thrilled to have me head up the Foundation!

Oh, he'll come around.

Well, I'm amazed at what you and Uncle Harold created.

But I don't know how I'm going to take this over, Sadie.

I've been a singer my whole life.

You became a singer to bring joy to people.

Maybe this is another way to do that.

What am I thinking?

How can I possibly even help here?

Hey!

Ah, I knocked but no one answered and I saw the light on.

I guess I must have had the music up too loud.

Are you the Foundation that helps people?

No. I'm actually just here visiting.

Why are you out here so late?

Oh, I waited until my dad fell asleep.

You snuck out?

I'm Lia. I saw the Foundation's address on the website.

You helped my piano teacher find her brother.

He's living with her now.