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Special Agents
Lopez and Shane to...

Not much to show
for a man's life.

Oh, don't cry too hard, Billy.

LeMarq is responsible for more
widows and orphans than yellow fever.

I wish he hadn't got blown up before
we found out his munitions source.

Central America's
getting hotter.

It's getting difficult
to explain why rebels

are running around
with U.S. made guns.

Come on, Billy, we've got
people down there, don't we?

- They'll find out sooner or later.
- It better be sooner.

We hear a rebel
assault is due in five days

that will rattle all our
windows around here.

Our orders are to
stop the flow of guns.

I'm putting your
department on it immediately.

- Gee, there's a lot of anxiety in the air.
- Here's why.

Just came in, and it's all we have
even vaguely in the way of a lead.

We found it on the
gunrunner's body.

"Harriet Rosemont.
12374 Inde..."

Independence Lane.

Isn't that in the
Betsy Ross Estates?

This was a list of some kind.
We can't make out any names.

Just a couple of streets.
Betsy Ross Estates again.

What could be happening
in Betsy Ross Estates?

- It's hardly a hotbed of intrigue.
- Precisely what I used to think.

But then when I ran a double
check on Betsy Ross Estates...

the congressional switchboard logged
a call from a woman there last night.

She was absolutely hysterical and would
speak only to Congressman Holcomb.

- Oh, did he talk to her?
- Billy, it was after 6:00.

Bumpy Holcomb would be on the
yacht. Halfway through his soup course.

- Bumpy?
- To his more intimate friends, yes.

I'll never know what you see in
that guy. He's hardly your type.

He's got money, looks,
power, house in Rio.

He is exactly my type.

Francine, who was this
woman and what did she want?

All right, her name
is Betty Bodeen...

and, uh, it looks like it had something
to do with dangerous hair dryers. Ha, ha.

They referred her
to Ralph Nader.

Get over to Betsy Ross Estates.

Check out Harriet Rosemont
and this, uh, Bodeen woman.

A day in the suburbs. Ah, ha,
ha. I welcome the challenge.

As for you, Scarecrow, I think,
uh, you have a visitor upstairs.

Someone for me?

- Hi.
- Oh.

- Don't do that.
- Say hi?

Ha, ha. Hello.

Don't you people
ever use real doors?

What I really wanna know is, ha,
ha, where do you hang your coats?

Amanda, I'm semi-busy at
the moment, so, uh, what's up?

Oh, uh, well, I just wanted to
bring in the personal profile...

the Agency asked me to fill out
last time we were on a case together.

Amanda, we were not on a case.

We were thrown together by accident, uh,
a one-in-a-million kind of thing. A fluke.

Right. Anyway, since
I can't remember...

the name of my maternal
great-great-grandmother...

I thought, since you have to
check my family tree for security...

and I have to be on
this probationary period...

while I'm on it,
in the meantime...

maybe you go ahead and I could
work for you if you needed me.

So do you need me?

Uh-uh.

Oh.

Well, then I guess I'm
free to consider other offers.

- Very attractive offers.
- Sure.

Oh.

- So I should call Warren Davenport.
- Warren Davenport?

Warren Davenport at Honeycutt
Typewriter. He's the head of personnel.

He wants to interview
me for a position.

Great. And, listen, I'm sure that Billy
would write you a letter of recommendation.

No, no, no. That
won't be necessary.

My, uh, my skills speak for
themselves. I type 90 words a minute.

Ah, ha, ha, you'd be happier
in an air-conditioned office...

- instead of casing some dive with me.
- No doubt.

As far as I can see,
espionage is highly overrated.

- Well...
- Goodbye.

They don't even pay overtime.

Children. Case is
nastier than I thought.

Uh, look, if you're selling
Connie Beth Cosmetics...

we already have
more than we need.

Mr. Bodeen, do
I look like I sell?

- No, I guess not.
- Ha, ha, I represent the United States.

As such, I'm responding
to your wife's call.

- Is Betty about?
- No, she's not.

Betty was feeling so down,
I made her go to tennis.

And when do you expect her back?

Eighteen hours ago.

Drives own car. AMANDA: Yes.

College degree.

Two children.

Ah.

Divorced.

- Well...
- Oh, it's perfect.

You know, from where I sit,
Mrs. King, everything looks tiptop.

Oh, well, I... I type 80 words a
minute, 90 if you don't count typos...

and I'd really rather
not make coffee.

No. No coffee.

Oh, well, uh, do you
have any other questions?

Is blue your favorite color?

Uh...

- I beg your pardon?
- Because it really should be, you know.

And you would
look delicious in it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Davenport
is in conference.

No, no, you simply
cannot go in there, Mr. King.

There you are,
you slyboots, ha, ha.

I thought it was agreed, babycakes, no job
until the triplets are in nursery school.

The little woman is so eager
to earn some pin money.

I told her the first
four years of a child's

life are more important
than a new roof.

Come on, cookie face,
it's 2:00, feeding time.

I swear I don't know...

Timmy, Tammy and
Tommy are very hungry.

Bye.

What the Sam Hill you are doing?

You cannot get rid
of me fast enough...

then you barge in and drag
me out of an interview for a job.

You say you are my husband,
which I do not find funny.

Where do you think
you are taking me?

- We're getting married.
- That's asking too much.

Ah-ah, I've got an assignment
to last the next three days.

- You're going to pose as my wife.
- I see.

- Well, find someone else.
- Ha, ha. That's my exact thought.

- Believe me, it's not my idea.
- Oh, well, thank you.

That makes me
feel so much better.

Uh, someone thinks we
work pretty well together.

- Someone. Not you.
- Billy.

He ordered... He suggested that
we enlist your services for this case.

Especially since it
is right up your alley.

Really.

- How so?
- Well, guns are being smuggled...

from the United States to
guerillas in Central America.

People are getting killed. We wanna
know where those guns are coming from.

Oh, that sounds
right up my alley.

Uh...

There may be a link to some
people in the Betsy Ross Estates.

Francine checked out two
names we have. Both are clean.

One of the women is missing.

Billy wants us to pose
as a run-of-the-mill

suburban couple, see
if anything's going on.

He thought it'd be kind of
nice if one of us were authentic.

Oh, well, I don't have to ask
which one of us that might be.

Look.

I have spent years operating
in places like Morocco, Istanbul.

I've mastered French,
Dutch, a little Urdu...

but what do I know
about everyday life?

So how about it?

Three days.

Time off to see my boys?

Sure, sure. And when this is all
over, you never have to see me again.

Well, since I obviously just lost a
job at Honeycutt Typewriter, all right.

Now remember, as always,
for security reasons...

you are not to mention one
word to your family, friends...

I only wish I had had time to get started
on that trainee orientation program.

Amanda, you do not need training
for this one. It is a simple case.

Ha, ha, I mean, nothing bad
ever happens in the suburbs.

Goodbye, Betty Bodeen.

What do you mean, you didn't
get the job at Honeycutt Typewriter?

- Didn't the interview go well?
- Well, you certainly could say that.

Have you told Dean? You should.

I have always found him a
rock in my darkest moment.

You tell my boyfriend
your darkest moments?

Well, uh, ha, ha, he's so patient.
It's like talking to a registered nurse.

- Hi, Mom, hi.
- Hi.

Boys, do you got your homework?

Yeah.

Scoot, come on. Uh, and, uh, Jamie,
we have to work on your spelling tonight.

But I've got soccer
practice, then play rehearsal.

Then I've got to make a
map of Virginia out of dough.

Okay, well, we'll do
it after you do all that.

You said we could spend
the night at Kenneth's house.

- I did?
- Mm-hm.

There's the bus. Oh, uh, come here,
you've forgotten something very important.

Mwah. AMANDA: I love you.

- Bye, Grandma.
- Goodbye, Grandma.

Bye.

You realize I have to make an
appointment to see my children?

Ha, ha, I know. It's terrifying
how fast they drift away.

You're changing their diapers...

and the next minute they're
off in Honduras, getting tattoos.

Mother, uh, listen. I'm gonna be a little
late tonight so don't wait up for me.

Oh, where will you
be? Where will you be?

Oh, I'm going to be working
at my club's rummage sale...

and I thought I would
donate a few things.

Are you getting rid of this green
blouse? Oh, Amanda. Bless you.

I probably never mentioned the
strange things it did to you, did I?

No, you never did.

Why didn't you tell me that you
were gonna have a rummage sale?

I would love to
contribute something.

Will you be bringing
lots of things from home?

I told my mother I was
working at a rummage sale.

This is nice. Is anybody telling
these guys where to put things?

Yoo-hoo. Excuse me.

- Here, thanks.
- What?

Hello, excuse me.

Um...

I'm not gonna like this.

Well, I have all the boxes unpacked,
I have the glasses washed...

I have the shelf papered down.

Why do I look so messy
and you look so good?

Beats me.

Lee?

- Have you done anything?
- Are you kidding?

Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe
you better take a break.

We are only gonna be
here a couple of days.

I'm not at all sure
about this chair.

Who picked this stuff?

Oh, that's government
issue suburban grouping.

We do this kind of
thing a lot, you know.

Stuff's been used before.

Mm-hm.

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

Cigarette burn?

Uh, bullet hole.

Our next step is finding a way
to get to know these people.

Boy, you really don't
know the suburbs, do you?

The last thing in the world we have
to worry about is meeting people.

That's probably the
welcome wagon right now.

Here, why don't you turn this
bullet hole toward the sofa?

Yeah.

Hi, welcome to the neighborhood.

Thank you. Come on.
Right in the living room.

Hello, how are you? Hello, hi.

Hello. Come right ahead in.

Strawberries.

- We're running low on bean dip.
- I wanna talk to that Harriet Rosemont.

It's her name they found
on that gunrunner's body.

Mm. I need two more strawberry
daiquiris. Go easy on the rum.

Where in my contract does it say
that I have to make the daiquiris?

I hate this assignment.
I want a divorce.

Oh, listen, um, when you're through
with this, would you like to barbecue?

You're really doing very well.

- Really. Very well.
- Well...

Here's your drink.

So, Mrs. Morton, your husband's
in the commodities business, is he?

- Well, yes.
- He's done well for himself.

- Well, yeah, he's, he's done...
- You been married long?

Oh, well, it hardly
seems like any time at all.

- First marriage, huh?
- Excuse me.

- Sorry.
- Um, ha, ha.

Looked like you needed
rescuing, Amanda.

- Uh, is it Amanda? Oh, good.
- Yes, it is Amanda.

I'm Judy Wainwright. These are my
friends Karen Turkell and Harriet Rosemont.

Harriet.

Your husband was telling me you're anxious
to become involved in the neighborhood.

Oh, he was, was he.

My Blue Bird troop
could use a reptile lady.

Oh, really? Well, I am very anxious to
become involved with the neighborhood...

and I'd like to get to know
everybody, but unfortunately...

I am looking for work, so...
- Are you?

Well, Amanda, we might just have the
perfect idea for you, don't we, Harriet?

- Well, sure.
- Now, Harriet, don't be like that. Ha, ha.

She's so competitive.

There's always room for
one more Connie Beth girl.

- Connie Beth girl?
- I'll get it.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir,
but I saw there was a party.

Is there a Mr. Frank
Bodeen here, by any chance?

Yeah. Uh, Frank?

Frank, there's, uh,
someone here to see you.

Mr. Bodeen? I'm afraid we
have some bad news, sir.

Yes?

Sir, we think that we
found your wife's body.

With all that's happened,
you may need me here.

Hmm?

Do you think I ought to take
that job Judy was talking about?

Amanda, selling Connie Beth
Cosmetics door-to-door is perfect.

You'll be inside every
house in this area.

Yeah.

I'll have the blisters
to prove it too.

If we're gonna search
the Bodeens', let's do it.

I'm not gonna call my mother and tell
her the rummage sale is still running late.

What are you doing?

I'm going to bed.

We can't go over there
till 3 or 4 in the morning.

Why not? Frank's not
there. He's at the Rosemonts'.

I don't want anyone
up to watch us break in.

- Now, are you coming?
- No, I can't sleep here.

How would I explain it?

- I'd feel like I was lying and sneaking.
- You are lying and sneaking.

- You're working for the government.
- No.

I mean, I would feel
guilty. You know?

Like I was having a
thing. Or something.

- You know? Heh.
- A thing?

Yes, you know.

- A thing.
- Like an affair?

- Yes, that kind of a thing.
- Well, you're not.

Now, do you like a
window open at night?

- Lee, I have to consider Dean.
- Okay.

- How does he feel about windows?
- Never mind, never mind.

- You don't understand...
- All I understand is that we are on a job.

Now, this is purely
business, is that not correct?

Yes, that is correct.

Then one of us gets the bed,
the other the couch. I don't care.

But the important thing is,
is that we get some sleep.

You tend to get killed
less often that way.

Who gets the bed?

The senior agent
always gets the bed.

Get your mind out of
the gutter, would you?

Mom always said I
could never keep a secret.

Well, I've kept this one, Mom.

And if you could talk, you'd
say, "I'm proud of you, Bobby."

- Well, they haven't found the body.
- Very, very efficient.

I feel bad, naturally,
about poor Mrs. Bodeen...

but when she stumbled
in on our secret...

we couldn't have her going
to the government people.

- Where's the rest of the shipment?
- Probably at her house.

Well, get it.
Without being seen.

I don't want anyone
coming here looking for it.

You never said, "I'm
proud of you, Bobby."

But, Mom, I'm gonna
be so frightfully rich.

Keep it down.

This gives me the creeps.

This way.

We're looking for letters, diaries,
phone numbers, anything unusual.

- I'll check upstairs.
- Where should I check?

Just check.

Just check?

Excuse me.

Lee.

Lee.

Lee.

Lee.

Mr. Bodeen. Oh, Mr. Bodeen.

Lee! Lee! Lee,
they're getting away!

Hair dryer.

My teacher said I
show great promise...

that probably I should
take up pottery as a career.

He's gonna show my stuff
at one of those places...

- that makes souvenir plates.
Ah, ah! AMANDA: Boys.

Well, that's wonderful, Mother.

- Come on, boys, stop it.
- What time did you get home last night?

- You look exhausted.
- By the time we cleaned up...

after the rummage
sale, it was pretty late.

- Well, Dean just kept calling and calling.
- He kept calling and calling?

Well, twice.

I just kept saying, "Not
yet, not yet." He is patient.

Yoo-hoo! Is that you? It is.

They sent over
your sample case...

so I guess you can
start your route today.

Isn't that awful about poor
Frank getting stabbed?

He'd come over to our place...

but, uh, he just couldn't
sleep so he went on home...

and that's when they got him.

And he was so upset about
poor Betty getting strangled.

Well, I've gotta run.

You say hi to your husband.

Bye.

I guess she thought
I was someone else.

- They didn't get a good look at you?
- Our faces were covered.

- But you recognized them?
- Yes.

And you retrieved the entire
shipment from the garage?

Good.

I... I don't want any
trouble at this point.

If we don't finish filling
this order, we don't get paid.

I wanna know who those
people are, what they saw...

and what Frank said to them.

And then I want them dead.

Like you always said, Mom,
it's a dog-eat-dog world.

Uh, another vodka, straight up.

Well, Amanda.

You should be pleased.
You did very well today.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

- That door-to-door selling is tough.
- Oh, only at first.

But if you stick
with Connie Beth...

you might become
a Golden Circle girl.

- Have you made it that far?
- Oh, sure.

So have Karen and Judy.

And poor Betty
Bodeen before she died.

Oh, Amanda.

I'm going to help you
become a Golden Circle girl.

I know they say I'm competitive,
but I'm through with all of that.

- I owe it to Betty.
- You do?

Amanda, I've never told
this to another living soul but...

I may have gotten Betty in
trouble with the company.

She did something entirely
against policy and, uh...

I... I think I may have let
that slip to management.

What did she do?

I just can't talk about
that. I have to run.

Oh, Harriet, wait.
Please tell me, just, uh...

If... If Golden Circle girls don't
sell, ha, ha, what do they do?

Well...

I guess, uh, supply the personal touch
to some of our bigger, fussier clients.

I, for example, personally deliver
shipments to my local customers.

And for my
international clients...

I clear their orders through customs
and make sure it gets on the plane.

You have a lot of clients outside the
country who order from Connie Beth?

And some of our clients
live in sort of primitive places.

I mean, they really appreciate
our line of beauty appliances.

Appliances?

Well, you know, uh...

Electric rollers, facial
saunas, uh, curling irons.

Hair dryers.

Absolutely. One
of our hottest items.

There's something strange
about this whole Connie Beth thing.

Not only did a murdered
woman mention hair dryers...

but those were her
husband's dying words.

And this LeMarq guy has
Harriet Rosemont's name on him.

What does Harriet Rosemont
do? She works for Connie Beth.

What does Connie
Beth sell? Hair dryers.

What do you suppose Betty
Bodeen did that got her in trouble?

It's crooked.

- It is?
- Yeah.

Oh.

- What is it?
- It's Dean.

On our vacation in Arkansas.

Good likeness. You and what's-his-name
do a lot of fishing, do you?

Dean, and yes, we do.

Could we get on with
the other conversation?

I spent all morning running
a recheck on Harriet...

and her friends Judy and
Karen. All clean as a whistle.

Why did you hang new curtains?

The old ones didn't go
with the rug that I got...

and I like my
kitchen to be cheery.

Heh. But, Amanda, this isn't
your kitchen. It's not for real.

I know, but people will
come in and out of here...

and it reflects the kind of people
we are, it's the way you do a kitchen.

No, no, no.

How you do a kitchen is you
hire a guy with a French name...

tell him how much you
wanna spend, then go skiing.

You know, that's your whole
problem. You're out of touch.

- Out of touch with what?
- The way normal people do things.

- I'm normal.
- Oh, sure.

You think sunbathing
in Borneo is normal.

People just want to get
through a day with healthy kids...

friends they can count on, a
job and a roof over their heads.

Fine. That normal I'm not.

I don't know how you
expect to get to know people.

You never go outside and say
"That's a great looking lawn"...

or, uh, "Who's your tile man?" Or,
"Where'd your kid get her braces?"

All right. If you are so damn
normal, you solve the case.

- Maybe I will.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- You think so?

I'm the one who noticed
Betty Bodeen's hair dryer.

I am the one who told you
it must have short circuited.

Right. So it's broken, right? She's
standing there, she's got wet hair.

She's desperate. If she doesn't
do something, it's gonna frizz out.

But out in the garage, she's got
boxes and boxes of those hair dryers.

So what does she do?
I'll tell you what she does.

She goes out there and
she opens one of the boxes.

That's what Harriet
tells the company...

and that's what gets
her in trouble, killed.

- You just think of that?
- Yeah, dumb?

- No, good.
- Oh, thanks.

You said Betty Bodeen was one of
these people with the special clients?

Yeah, that's right.
A Golden Circle girl.

Makes you wonder about
these clients, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Judy Wainwright's making
some deliveries today.

Maybe I'll keep an eye on Judy.

You want me to pick
up some groceries?

No, no, that's all right. I have
a Connie Beth sales meeting.

Yeah, right.

- You know what just happened?
- What?

We just had our first fight.
As man and wife, that is.

Yeah.

Right here in our
cheery kitchen.

Huh.

- Well, I guess I'll see you later.
- Yup.

- Yeah.
- Okay, yeah.

- Have a good one. Yeah, okay.
- Yeah. You too.

- Yeah. You know something?
- What?

I like blue a lot better.

Oh.

Good, I'm... I'm glad.

For unloading passengers only.

Freight customers, please follow the
blue line to their designated dock area.

I'll just be
double-parked a sec.

No problem, Mrs. Wainwright. You
should have your name on this space.

Let me help you with that box.
- Oh, you're so sweet.

There. JUDY: Thank you.

Here, I'll get that.

So tell me, how's your family?

Oh, fine. They enjoyed
the gift you gave them.

Your kids home for the holidays?

Uh, yeah. Only one, only one.
- Uh-huh.

The other is behind
in schoolwork.

I'll get this. OFFICER:
Beautiful, thank you.

Oh, can I give you
a hand with that?

Uh, no, thank you.
I'm doing fine. Ha, ha.

Usual shipment, Mrs. Wainwright?

Oh, yeah, give or take
a curling iron or two, Bill.

Uh, be right with you, sir.
- Yeah, thanks.

Them señoritas down there
must really like what you sell.

- Well...
- Sign these papers...

and I'll make sure your things
go through customs without delay.

Oh, thank you, Bill.

Oh, did your wife like those
night-cream samples I gave her?

She loved them.

Anything look strange
to you, Francine?

All of it. I never use
domestic creams.

So how is married
life treating you, huh?

Dinner at 6? Dishes
at 7? TV till 9?

- Bed.
- Bed?

Francine, I've gained a lot
of respect for the generosity...

and stamina of the
American housewife.

You're disgusting.

Billy, come over
here and look at this.

- What's this look like to you?
- I don't know. Part of a hair dryer.

And...?

- What's this?
- More of the same.

Exactly. This is what
they're attached to.

- That's part of a gun.
- Exactly.

They're full of this stuff. Hidden
among the regular dryer parts.

Who knows what they
put in their bigger products?

That is why LeMarq had
Harriet Rosemont's name on him.

She was supplying him,
his very own Connie Beth girl.

And that floated by customs...

because we're looking for whole
weapons, not bits and pieces.

And these housewives
are the key to the thing.

What generosity and stamina.

But how could Connie Beth
smuggle out enough to make it pay?

Oh, Billy, are you kidding?

In every PTA and
carpool in America...

there are half a dozen
Connie Beth representatives.

It's a national network.
Like the Masons.

They... They only use the
people they can really trust...

like these Golden
Circle Girls...

who personally ship the
orders without knowing it.

Thousands of packages
going out every day...

through thousands of
different freight offices.

Very tough to trace.

We gotta get somebody
inside Connie Beth...

and see who's involved.

Oh, and pull the King
woman out of this.

Oh, my God, Amanda.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

- Hello, is Amanda King there?
- No.

No, she had to go to some
kind of a sales meeting.

- Who is this?
- Uh, Honeycutt Typewriter, just calling...

to double-check
on her shorthand.

Ah, how wonderful.

My daughter was afraid she
wasn't gonna hear from you.

Uh, look, uh,
speaking not as her...

Connie Beth Cosmetics. - Right.

Connie Beth We salute you

Here's to a beautiful world

Everyone can be lovely

You can ask any Connie Beth girl

Show me the way to others

Learning to polish the pearl

Life can become your oyster

Just ask any Connie Beth girl

Now, our final item
of business, ladies...

concerns our new tawny
buff bronzer pour les femmes.

Mm.

- Ooh, it's nice.
- Isn't this great?

It's fabulous, yes.

Uh, listen, Harriet, um, did you
ever open one of the packages...

that the company gave
you for your clients?

Oh, Amanda, of course not.

I am a Golden Circle girl.

Sample packets may
be picked up in the foyer.

Guard them with
your lives, ladies.

Everyone wants to
get their hands on our...

- Are you sure that's her?
- Absolutely.

Ladies...

Then I believe we
should have her in.

For a chat.

Our new kumquat moisturizer
for those trouble spots.

One may apply new
apricot astringent.

And finally, a frowning face
to that Connie Beth girl...

who was heard saying that our
competition, Lovely Lady, is icky.

My friends, Lovely
Lady is not icky.

They are misguided
and deserve our pity.

And soon, we will
trample them into the dust.

Because what's our motto?

Sell, sell, sell!

Precisely. Ha, ha!

Ladies, the magic
moment is at hand.

Today we will announce the names of
those chosen to enter our golden circle.

Now, our new Golden Circle
girls will kindly stay behind today...

for a private meeting with
our guide to greatness...

and younger skin,
Mr. Bobby Bushard.

Rise, ladies, and welcome
our sisters into a new light.

Our first Golden
Circle candidate is...

Marge Clapton.

She's a Golden Circle
girl Yes she is, yes she is

She's a Golden
Circle girl Yes she is

She's a Golden Circle girl
She's a Golden Circle girl

Glenda Babcock.

She's a Golden Circle
girl Yes she is, yes she is

Marion Malone.

She's a Golden Circle
girl Yes she is, yes she is

She's a Golden
Circle girl, Yes she is

She's a Golden Circle girl
She's a Golden Circle girl

She's a Golden
Circle girl Yes she is

Oh, and, um, Amanda Morton.

Morton...? Amanda, that's you.

That's you. MAN: Let's go...

- Amanda, go for it!
- Must be some kind of a mistake...

Harriet, don't be like that.

Yes she is, yes she is

She's a Golden
Circle girl Yes she is

She's a Golden Circle girl
She's a Golden Circle girl

She's a Golden
Circle girl Yes she is

- Is Amanda still here?
- She's inside with Bobby Bushard.

You know, they made
her a Golden Circle girl...

Uh, Lee.

Let's, uh, start again. Hmm?

What were you doing in the Bodeen house
on the night of Frank's little mishap...

and what are you doing here now?

Mr. Bushard, I'm just
a Connie Beth trainee.

Do you know what
lying does for your skin?

Lying causes stress and
stress wrinkles the skin.

Capillaries burst, skin flakes.

A lying face is
not a pretty face.

Tell me what you were
doing in the house...

and what did Frank say to you?

I went to borrow
a cup of sugar...

and Mr. Bodeen didn't say anything
to me because he was already dead.

Willfulness is even
less attractive than lying.

Yes?

Affirmative.

My mom, the late, great
Connie Beth Bushard...

she built an empire knowing the
intricate workings of a woman's mind.

Now, thrashing you about,
while fun, might yield very little.

On the other hand, thrashing
someone you care about...

may get me what
I want posthaste.

Oh, no.

- What are you doing here?
- Rescuing you.

Okay, kids, let's
take it from the top.

Tell me about yourselves,
an... And don't skip a bit.

Once I get nasty, not even
Connie Beth's top of the line...

can make those
faces adorable again.

Well, I just hope this
makes you happy.

Okay. You caught us.
It's true. We were spying.

And you listen to me.

You said spying for the
competition was so easy.

I never said that.

He's the one who
wanted to do it.

He's the one who said
there was money in it.

- What? AMANDA:
Yes, that's right.

Yes, oh, yes.

It's true.

I'm not a Connie Beth girl.

I'm a Lovely Lady lady.

Oh, the whole damn
thing was her idea.

She was whining, "No, we needed
more money," more this, more that.

- My idea.
- Yeah.

I was happy where we were.

I was working in lipstick, I was
moving my way up to tweezers.

You said I needed diamonds.

Ha! Oh, I should have
known better to trust her.

I don't like diamonds... She
masterminded the whole thing.

I don't even like this stuff.

Let's go. Come on, come on.

Davis, get them!

I hate women.

- Hairspray, not bad.
- Mace training.

Hurry, it's down here.

This way. Up here.

Quickly, quickly!

Hold it.

They got away. Get them.

- Where now?
- I don't know.

Hurry! That way!

They went upstairs.

Get them. Get them.

Oh, no!

Hurry up.

There they are! - Quick!

Go and get something
to bar the door.

No, not that one.
Get the big one.

Hurry, Amanda.

Get back.

Come on.

Stay down.

Amanda.

All right. All right,
hold on tight.

Oh, my gosh! - Here we go.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, no, no.

No.

Oh! No!

They're getting away.

Thanks for the lift.
These guys will explain.

Anderson, Bobby Bushard and
his men are up on the roof, go on.

Boy, I thought these
guys would never get here.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, I'm... I'm fine, yes.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

I'm really... I'm all right.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, tell me. Ha, ha.

What was in those
hair dryers, anyway?

Heh. Oh, the terrorist
guns we were after.

Look, you wanna get a
drink? I'll tell you all about it.

Uh, no, I can't. Maybe
some other time, huh?

Give you this. I guess we
won't be needing it anymore.

Yeah, right. Ha, ha.

- Yeah, I guess the honeymoon is over, huh?
- Right, ha, ha.

I guess so.

You know what the whole
problem with our marriage was?

Ha, ha, what?

Just wasn't very exciting.

Yeah. Ha, ha.

Mm-hm.

I-E-T-L-Y.

Quietly.

Ha, ha. Terrific, sweetheart.
That's much better.

- How's my math, Mom?
- Oh, your math is beautiful.

You're both a
couple of geniuses.

Get upstairs, get in
bed, I'll tuck you in.

- Goodnight, Grandma.
- Goodnight, loves.

Well, I guess I'd better call
Dean before it gets much later.

Hmm.

When you took so long getting
home, he got quite concerned.

He tried to pretend that he wasn't,
but I could detect that little quiver...

that vaguely strangled
quality in his voice.

Mother.

Amanda, I just think concern
is an important quality.

That and dependability. Dean
is dependable, don't you think?

- Oh, yes, he is.
- He certainly is.

- Absolutely.
- There is no question about it.

The trouble with some people
is they vanish from your life...

just as quickly as they came.

With some men, you can have
an absolutely thrilling evening...

and there's no guarantee
you're going to see them again.

You know what I mean?

Heh, yeah. Tell me about it.