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Okay. Everyone inside
for the costume judging.

Come on now. Inside, everybody.
- Come on.

I think he's... Didn't
he win last year?

They spotted me. Get
this to headquarters.

That's him.

He's dead. THUG 1:
Where's the package?

The waiter's got it.

But we're not done yet.

And Yankee Doodle Pot Pie must
be cooked at exactly 300 degrees...

for exactly one hour.

If not, it turns out to be the most
revolting mess you've ever seen, heh, heh.

And I don't mean maybe.

Darling, is that all
you're wearing outside?

Well, I just gotta take Dean to
the train station. I'll be right back.

Why can't Dean take
himself to the train station?

Because they're in love, stupid.

He's gotta go to New York and he
doesn't wanna leave his car in the rain.

- Where are my keys?
- It's not raining.

Well, Dean says there's
a 35 percent chance.

The weather bureau pays
him to know those things.

Jamie, no sugar sandwiches.

- How much do they pay him?
- Quite a lot, I'm sure.

It'll be nice when
you get married.

Then you won't have to keep
running across town to see each other.

Mother.

We're not even engaged.
I've only been divorced a year.

I need a little time.

Take all the time you need.
There's no pressure here.

And I've been having the
worst luck finding a job.

You don't need anyone
at the weather bureau?

Well, actually, I only
hire people who marry me.

All right. Have a good trip.
- Okay. Be good.

All right. Bye. DEAN: Bye-bye.

The Southern
Breeze for Virginia.

Now boarding on Track Number 1.

The New England Flier...

bound for Philadelphia,
New York and Boston...

departing on
Track 2. All aboard.

Hey. WOMAN: Hey.

Last call for
Atlantic Commuter...

for Arlington, Union
Station and Baltimore.

- Whoa, excuse me.
- Just walk with me.

- I certainly will not.
- Please. I'm in trouble.

- Oh, no. I've got to go.
- Wait. Just one more thing.

- Please.
- No.

I'm in trouble. Please.

Please.

What is it you want me to do?

Just take this.
Get on the train.

- It's a matter of life and death.
- Life and death?

- Hand it to the man in the red hat.
- Is this for real?

Just get on the train, hand
it to the man in the red hat.

You can get off at the next stop
and forget all about this, but do it.

Man in the red hat.
Man in the red hat.

Tickets. Tickets, please.

I don't have a ticket.
I'm not a passenger.

I just brought my boyfriend so
he wouldn't have to leave his car.

- In fact, I should be heading home.
- All right. You can pay me the fare.

I don't wanna buy a ticket.

Do you know what I have on
under this coat? A nightgown.

Do you think I expected
to be on this train?

Where did you expect to be?

Colonel Shepherd...

report to Situation Room 1.

Special Agents Lopez and
Shane to Communications, please.

Special Agent Hardina...

My, aren't we a mess. You okay?

Fine. Just fine.

All Metro Section
personnel to level...

They tell me you
lost the package.

Don't I get any points for
making a miraculous escape?

Unloading those thugs
was no day at the beach.

- What do you say, Billy?
- Straighten your badge.

Well, I understand you have
to report to the principal's office.

- Tag along, Francine.
- Why do I have to go?

One of the joys of being my
assistant is helping take the flak.

I understand you
managed to misplace...

a package containing
highly sensitive information.

- I didn't misplace it.
- Fine.

What was in this package
that you didn't misplace?

As I've already said,
heh, I'm not sure.

Frank Warner, our operative
in Georgetown, contacted me.

He said that he was being slipped
a package of information at a party...

and would pass it on to me.

I went undercover as a waiter...

I grabbed a hold of the
package from Warner and I ran.

A second later, he was dead.

Now, I'm not sure what
the exact information was...

but it was supposed to be
a key to plugging our leak.

Leak, Scarecrow? Oh, I'd
call it much more than a leak.

I'd call it a flood.
A tidal wave.

We can't sneeze around here
without the KGB knowing about it.

Every time we make a move
on Russian intelligence...

anywhere, anytime,
we get sabotaged.

Even missions called on
24-hours’ notice, boom, they get us.

We've lost four agents
in the past two weeks.

They know what we're up to.

And they're getting the word
out to their people instantly.

And I want to know how.

If you'll forgive me, Dirk, finding
out how is my department, not yours.

That's true, Billy.

But when a month goes
by, and your boys and girls...

can't seem to do diddly...

then Internal Affairs moves
in to find the weak link.

I wish you wouldn't look at
me when you say "weak link."

Dirk, we have done diddly.

We've monitored every known
communications system in the D.C. area...

to the point that we know that
the KGB isn't using any of them.

Fabulous.

How are they talking to
one another? Smoke signals?

Now you tell me that we might
have had a clue to this thing...

but our quarterback
here fumbles the ball.

Excuse me, uh, Mr. Stetson?

I thought you'd want to know, they
just located Special Agent Guthrie.

The quarterback just
recovered the ball.

That was your ball carrier?

They were after me, I handed off
to him, he was to go in for the TD.

- Why are we talking like this?
- Did he have a package?

- They got it when they shot him.
- He never mentioned a package to me.

- You spoke to him?
- He was alive when we found him.

He did say he was supposed to see
you, Scarecrow. You never showed up.

- Damn it, she didn't give it to him.
- Who? Who?

The lady I gave the package to.

You gave classified
information to a stranger?

That violates every procedural
ordinance ever written.

I didn't wanna lose the package.

It was the same ploy
Lee used in Munich...

in his rescue of
Dr. Forbisher's formula.

His methods might be unorthodox,
but Scarecrow always delivers.

- I owe you a drink.
- You owe me a dinner.

If he always delivers, where
the hell is the package?

And where is this lady? And
why wasn't I told about Munich?

Lee, who is this woman?

I don't know.

- You don't know?
- Dirk.

Whoever she is, if she
still has the package...

she's in a very tight spot.

Thank you.

All right, who's hungry? - Me.

- There's a hotdog.
- I don't want this.

I don't want it either.

Where's the salt?

Just a second. Let
me get everything.

- Okay. There you are.
- Mrs. King...

I ordered a shake,
not a root beer.

You forgot your Gangplank
Burger, Mrs. King.

That's all right, I didn't
order a Gangplank Burger.

Yeah, so did I.

- You again.
- You didn't do what I told you.

There were 25 men with red
hats on that train. Let go of my car.

Who's this man
you're whispering to?

A total stranger.

- I want that package.
- Good. I don't.

- I'll come to your house.
- You certainly will not.

Philip, do not hit your
brother in the head with trash.

- I'll send it to you. Where do you live?
- I can't tell you that.

- Good. Goodbye.
- Wait, hold it.

- Stop. I have to see you.
- No.

- Are you gonna let go of my car?
- No.

Wait. Here, take my card.

Call me.

- Ahem. WOMAN:
Nine-nine-eight-six.

- Who's calling?
- Amanda King.

Hi. I thought you'd be
curious about all this.

Listen, I called to tell
you to leave me alone.

Mrs. King...

have you noticed any
strange cars parked outside?

What?

It's possible you're
being watched.

Watched.

I've put you to a lot of trouble
and I don't wanna get you hurt.

Mrs. King, we have to
meet. Today. Five o'clock.

Trussing your bird is
an important step, ladies.

Without proper stitching,
everything will just fall right out.

As any surgeon will tell you.

A two-and-a-half pound bird.

And as you tie
the sturdy cord...

and you begin with
breast side down.

- Mrs. Welch again.
- Uh-huh.

The 4:30 show. Colonial
Cookery is on twice a day.

If it bothers you, you could
send me for private lessons.

- Mrs. Welch does give them.
- No, no. It's okay.

Gee, you look great, Mom.

You are awfully fixed up.

Mother, all I did was comb my
hair and put on a little makeup.

- Usually your hair is sort of frazzled.
- Usually I'm sort of frazzled, sweetheart.

No TV till they do their
homework, all right?

Grandma never makes
us do our homework.

Heh, heh. That's not true.

- Uh, isn't Dean supposed to call at 6?
- Um, I'll be back before then.

I hope so, because you
know Dean, he is so prompt.

Now, if you're not here,
where shall I say you'll be?

At my club.

Ah.

What club?

Hi.

Thank you.

I'll take that.

- Mrs. King.
- Yes.

- Hello, Mr. Stetson.
- Lee.

Yes.

I thought this would be a nice change
of pace from our usual encounters.

- Yes.
- Anyway, we're among friends...

so it's a safe place to talk.

- These people are your friends?
- Hmm.

Would you care for some pâté?

No. No, I'm not hungry.
No. No, thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm expecting a very
important phone call...

so could you just tell me
whatever it is you had to tell me?

Yes. We do have
a lot to talk about.

Hi, Lee.

Celeste.

- Wanna dance?
- No, I'm sorry.

Uh, I'd like you to meet Amanda
King. Celeste van Kreswinkle.

- Hello.
- Oh, that's marvelous.

You came dressed as a housewife.

- Heh, heh. Oh, that's nutty.
- Yeah.

- Would you like to dance?
- Yes.

How did you find me?

- We have our ways.
- Mm-hm.

I thought only Nazis
and spies said that.

Well, I'm not a Nazi.

- So you're a spy?
- Actually, we don't say spy.

Aah. I thought you
were a gangster.

You understand that you can't mention
me or this conversation to anyone.

Not your best friend. Not your
therapist. Not even your husband.

Boyfriend. I understand.

And not just for
national security.

See, knowing our little secret puts
your family in a very vulnerable position.

If they don't know anything,
they can't be targets.

Mm-hm. What about me?

Champagne?

Anyway, you can see why
the package is so important.

Whatever's in it may stop
our leak and these killings too.

Yes. I understand.

Now, there is
one little problem.

I wanted the package.
Why didn't you bring it?

Insurance. I figured if you were
a gangster, you couldn't kill me...

- if you needed me to get to it.
- That's how your mind works?

Most people would be
happy to get rid of that.

Most people wouldn't have
taken the thing in the first place.

Most people wouldn't have called
you up or met you at some party...

a party for which I was
hideously underdressed...

so would you mind
not yelling at me?

- Where are we?
- We are in the garage.

Do you think that I would
let those valets park my car...

a car that happens to be
a classic 1963 Porsche ni...

Three-fift...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, this is...

It's just that this is very important to
me and I am getting a lot of pressure.

It hasn't been my
best day, either.

Anyway, let's just be
glad that we're gonna

get the whole thing
straightened out. Hmm?

- What?
- Oh, no, nothing.

- What is it?
- Well...

I just almost did the dumbest
thing with your package.

- What was that?
- No. You'd just laugh.

- Yeah, they're after the package.
- Who?

They've got all
the exits covered.

There they are. Let's go.

Get in. AMANDA: Oh, my gosh.

Who are those guys?

Faster.

Slow down. LEE: I'm trying.

Let go, let go. AMANDA:
They're catching us. Faster.

Just calm down.

Hit the brakes. - What brakes?

Hang on.

We'll get them later.

This is just great.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you
how untoward this looks, dear.

No, Mother, you don't.

I can't imagine the people
that belong to this club of yours.

What kind of a club did
you say that was again?

Uh, Marine life, Mother.
To save the clams.

Get off the tulips.

I didn't know clams were
an endangered species.

Gesundheit.

- Mother, where is it?
- Where is what?

You missed Dean's call.

The package I left
on dining-room table.

I mailed it. Did you
track water out there?

I hadn't heard from you, and
I didn't know who you were...

and I didn't know what it was...

so I thought I would
send it to a nice safe place.

You had it all wrapped up to send to Aunt
Minnie in Maine so I tried to help you.

I don't drive, Amanda,
so it was no picnic.

Is this the dumb thing you almost
did that would have made me laugh?

Let me repeat back
your suggestion.

You'd like me to
call the postmaster...

ask him to get out of bed, go
downtown, open the post office...

and let you go rummaging
around through tons of mail.

- Is that fairly accurate?
- Yeah.

Are you by any chance aware...

that the limousine that
you wrecked today...

belongs to the assistant to the
chairman of Joint Chiefs of Staff?

And that I have been here
all evening explaining...

that the joyriding gigolo who
totaled his car was one of my men?

- I was working, Billy.
- In a tuxedo?

No, Stetson, I will not
call the postmaster...

because agents under suspension have no
business going through other people's mail.

Gee, Billy, you're not
saying I'm suspended.

- You're suspended?
- A temporary setback.

Isn't this illegal?

- Yes. Come on.
- Oh, no.

Go on.

We've been here three hours.

I don't think we're ever
gonna find your package.

You wrapped the lousy thing.
I was sure you would spot it.

Damn.

They must have gotten
here before we did.

Who? MAN: Hold it.

Don't move.

Are you saying that
I am still suspended?

If you just hadn't broken
into that post office...

Colonel Shepherd to
Communications, please.

All Forensics
personnel to Level 2.

So do you like this work?

I mean, do you get out a lot,
or is it mostly tapping phones?

What is it you say you do, dear?

I'm a mother.

And I'm a den mother.

I'm looking for work.

- Actually, I do a lot.
- Yeah, sounds like it.

I guess I should have taken time
for some of those things, but, uh...

I believe that it is never
too late for today's woman...

to do anything she wants to do.

So now that I am a
successful professional...

- I've decided to go back to school.
- Oh.

Learning how to cook.

- Good for you.
- Hmm.

That Mrs. Welch on TV?
Giving me private lessons.

You know, Nancy R. won't
boil an egg without her.

Nose job.

Anyway, I'm sorry I
dragged you into all of this.

- Now, this sounds like a goodbye.
- It is.

You have another
life to get back to.

Um...

Well, what about you?

Don't you have another
life to get back to?

Not so you'd notice.

So never a Mrs. Spy? No little
spies? No girlfriends, no buddies?

Look, you've heard
the word loner? Ha, ha.

I hope you don't go to those singles bars.
You will never meet a nice girl in one...

Just don't worry about it, okay?

- You have some place to go Thanksgiving?
- Ah, Amanda.

I happen to like being alone. You'll
notice I don't even work with a partner.

No, I hadn't noticed.

That's probably because we
were too busy working together.

No, no, no. You were not a
partner. You were an emergency.

A partner's a guy who laughs
at jokes, loans you his socks...

and one day, takes a bullet
through the head for you.

Were you two
friends for a long time?

Not long enough.

Goodbye, Amanda.

- Will I see you again?
- No.

What are you gonna do?

First of all, I am going to lick
this case, clear my name...

then I thought I'd get drunk.

So goodbye, and
thank you very much.

Goodbye.

I missed you, Dean.
- I missed you.

Did you like the gift I brought you?
- Sure.

I needed new bookends.

Excuse me.

Hmm?

- What is it, sweetheart?
- Philip has something to tell you.

Now you're gonna get it.

What's the matter,
sweetheart? What's wrong?

- I opened the present.
- What present?

The one on the
dining-room table.

The one I put out to be mailed?

Just like he did last
Christmas, remember?

Jamie, sweetheart,
was that the one?

Yes.

How much did you see?

All of it, I guess.

- Just a little old crummy music box.
- Right. The music box.

But I'm not the one who broke
it. It didn't work before I shook it.

- Just a little old card fell out.
- A card?

What kind of a card?

Just a little card with a
little bit of writing on it.

Jeffries?

Last night, it was
Fielding in Portland.

Tonight, Jeffries.

I want Lee Stetson
back on the job, Dirk.

Psst! Psst! Psst!

Psst!

- Hi.
- You sure know the hot spots.

Well, we couldn't exactly meet
in the grocery store, could we?

- Heh.
- Anyway, isn't this where you guys meet?

Like in sort of isolated
places, kind of creepy and stuff?

Yeah, only when
we wear trench coats.

Okay, okay.

Now, look, I wrote this down
just the way Philip remembered it.

He's got a great
memory, gets it from me.

"Duck à la Nathan Hale.

Valley Forge Flapjacks.
Pilgrim's Peach Puff."

That's it?

What do you mean "that's it"?
Doesn't that mean anything?

- No.
- No?

I mean, I'll run it through
our code department...

but to tell you the truth, it
doesn't help an awful lot.

Oh.

- I thought it would.
- I know. And I appreciate it. Believe me.

Amanda, I think you ought
to stay away from all of this.

People in my business
have years of training.

It could get dangerous. Even
worse, you could screw things up.

Oh. Well, ha, ha. I certainly
wouldn't wanna do that, would I?

I mean, look, I'll be
glad to stay away.

You think this is fun for
me? Oh, that's a laugh.

- I was trying to help you keep your job.
- I've got my job.

Billy just called
and wants me back.

Another murder tonight.

- Another agent got killed tonight?
- Jeffries. An awful nice guy too.

The night before, it
was Fielding in Portland.

Anyway, they're giving me
another assignment tomorrow.

Well... You'll be
careful, won't you?

Heh. Hey.

Tummies and buns and
stretch. Lift. Stretch. Very good.

Stretch and up.
Straight and stretch.

Strong lady, toned and...

Duck à la Nathan
Hale. Valley Forge.

Flapjacks. Pilgrims.

Peach. Puff.

Three. Four. Three more.

Pilgrim's Peach.
WOMAN Three. Four.

Three. Two.

Duck à la Nathan Hale.

Valley Forge Flapjacks.

Even as a child, you weren't
very neat in the kitchen.

These two recipes, I found
them in your recipe box...

- but they're not in the other cookbooks.
- No, of course not.

They're from the Colonial Cookery
show. You only get original recipes...

- from Mrs. Welch.
- Mrs. Welch?

- Did you see her show this morning?
- No. I had a migraine.

Oh.

But if the machine
worked, I have it on tape.

And now here's
Mrs. Lydia Welch...

who comes to you live
from her own Virginia kitchen.

Welcome to my home.

Now, I want you to set those
ovens at exactly 400 degrees.

And time is important here.

We will be baking
for exactly one hour.

And what is the dish, you ask.

I call it Pilgrim's Peach Puff.

Oh. That looks wonderful.

What do you think? Amand...

Amanda.

Yes, this is
Amanda King calling.

What do you mean Mr. Stetson
doesn't answer his ring?

Could you try again, please?

Pilgrim's Peach Puff.

Right on time.

Could you please
try Mr. Stetson again?

Uh, yes, well, uh, could you see if
he's picked up his messages, please?

Yes, I'll hold.

Boys. Boys.

Boys.

Uh...

"The Killick Hitch Knot...

when properly executed,
can be quickly untied."

Gee, Mom, I guess you
didn't properly execute it.

Thank you very much for
pointing that out, sweetheart.

Stand up here now.

Is that unusual?

He told me that he picks up his messages
every two hours without fail... Hello?

Oh.

Here are the broadcast dates
of each of Mrs. Welch's recipes.

Thank you, very much.

This will help our boys get
their bear badges so much faster.

Wonderful.

Hey. No. AMANDA:
Excuse me, sweetheart.

I'll be right back.
Be right back.

Boys. Excuse me.
There you go. Okay.

All right.

Duck à la Nathan Hale.

Broadcast the same day
Fielding died in Portland.

Valley Forge Flapjacks...

the day Jeffries was killed.

Pilgrim's Peach Puff today.

Lee has a mission today.

This is none of my business.

- Oh, good.
- I'm sorry I'm late...

- but there is no hurrying.
- Mother, something's come up.

I want you to take the
boys home for me, all right?

What? When will you be back?
Amanda, Dean is coming to dinner.

I'll be back in plenty of time.
Just take the boys home for me.

Amanda, darling.

I suppose this goes
without saying...

but a good relationship
is nothing to tamper with.

Mother, I have an
emergency. At my club.

Clams again, dear?

I hope I can look back on
this someday and laugh.

Yoo-hoo.

Yeah?

Hello.

You dropped your melon.

Would you like to buy some Cub
Scout cookies? I have three boxes left.

We bought already, lady.

Well, okay. Uh...

Thank you, anyway.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Let me help you.
- What is this?

They're all over the place.

Is she nuts?

Cub Scout lady. You down there?

Cub Scout lady.

I'll be back, Stetson.

I say you're lying.

There's no Operation Pinocchio.
- Could be.

If I'm not lying, you were very
smart not killing me at that warehouse.

If I am lying, at least I
bought myself some time.

Yeah. About 20 minutes.

Like a violent storm-tossed sea.

Always remember, dear,
cooking is an art form...

and our tummies are
nature's museums.

Finish it up.

The soufflé is delicious.
Lord knows I don't eat any.

I feel a little
woozy, Mrs. Welch.

Oh, not to worry.

It's that 200-year-old
sherry we put in the sauce.

There. Sit down. There we are.

Olga.

Now, Francine, the
last time you told us...

that the agency codes...

in the Tampa, Florida zone
were gonna be changed.

Special Agent Elwood Davis...
- Mm-hm.

Will be arriving in
Tampa tomorrow...

- with the new code.
- You refer to Elwood Davis...

as Pears Paul Revere.

Fine. Now, that's fine, Francine.
- Hmm.

Now, the usual Tampa rendezvous,
where at the Furniture Mart?

- Um, yeah.
- Francine.

Francine, the time.
Now what about the time?

At 3. Three o'clock.

Three-hundred degrees.

- Will he have a partner?
- No. No.

Bake for one hour.

Add whatever else you need
to make this dish come out.

Now, our people in Tampa
will be tuning in to the show...

tomorrow morning
to get the data.

What about her?

Don't worry about her.

She won't remember a
thing. She never does.

Get these file boxes into the
cellar. Goodbye, Mr. Stetson.

Freeze.

That is what you
say, isn't it? Freeze?

Yeah, usually when
you're armed. Untie me.

Oh, Lord. The Killick Hitch.

Boy. Come in. Come on, get in.

Come on.

Feet on the pedals. Right hand on
the stick. Left hand on the throttle.

- Why?
- We're flying.

Here, I'll do the pedal. More throttle.
More stick. Let's get this thing up.

- Look out.
- We're losing altitude.

Pull it up. Throttle. Look out.

I hate this.

Why are we going
back to the house?

It's not starting.

There's another car. Take it.

- Pedal. No, not that pedal.
- Pedal. Which pedal?

It's lucky their car conked out.

Lucky nothing. I put
sugar in the gas tank.

Philip did it once to Dean's
car, it's never been the same.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

- How am I doing?
- Doing just fine.

Open your eyes.

Whoa!

There they are.

- Look out. Pedal. No, not that pedal.
- I don't know which pedal.

- What are you wearing?
- What do you care?

Whoa, look out.

We gotta be doing
something wrong here.

We're losing altitude.
Pull it up. Throttle.

Throttle. Throttle.

We got them.

We got them. We got them.

- Gee, I'm sorry about your car.
- My car?

What am I gonna do?

Land?

Oh, Lord.

Television's Colonial
Cooking lady...

Hi, everybody.

- today as the member of a
espionage ring. AMANDA: I'm home.

Apparently, the group is operating out
of the TV personality's Virginia estate.

Hi, honey, it's Dean.

So how was your day?

I couldn't get it out of my mind,
that Duck à la Nathan Hale...

and Valley Forge Flapjacks, and
all the recipes that Francine gave...

I put sugar in her gas tank because
I knew when I saw the helicopter...

that was the only way we were gonna
get out of there. Those men had guns.

So, um, I ran up to the helicopter and I
yelled, "Freeze," but I didn't have a gun.

Mr. Stetson kicked the
man and the man fell down.

I ran over to untie him but I couldn't
because he was tied with a Killick Hitch.

I ran to the other side of the
helicopter and I got in and we went up.

- Had you ever flown a whirlybird before?
- It was just like my dishwasher.

Give it a good kick
and it will go just fine.

Uh, we gotta go, Billy.

If there's a need, I trust we can
count on your help on occasion.

What?

Well, Lee, we do use
civilians from time to time.

She's anonymous,
idealistic, responsible...

and besides, maybe having her
around will help you to be more careful.

Oh.

Does this job pay anything?
I have been looking for work.

- Say goodbye, Amanda.
- Goodbye, goodbye.

Scarecrow.

I think we've finally
found you a partner.

Knock it off, Billy.

Oh, you two are
darling together.

I understand she
knits or something.

I'd button it, loose lips.

So if I work here, does that
mean that I work with you?

I mean, that's what you
do. You have partners?

I might need some special training.
I'm not sure I have the right skills.

I type. I don't shoot, you know?

But I do love this
area. I'm crazy about it.

Fresh vegetables come in here...

and the boys' dentist
is right around the block.

What I could do is...

I could drop them off, then I
could go into spy headquarters...

and I could pick up a
melon all at the same time.

Do you have a
good vegetable man?