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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls
who went to the police academy.

And they were each assigned
very hazardous duties.

But I took them
away from all that,

and now they work for
me. My name is Charlie.

Give it to her.

Are you all right, Jason?

Yeah. I'm all right.

Then get ready to roll, now.

Boy, that crowd's
out for blood tonight.

It ain't going to be mine.

You better look out,
Satans, because I see

Karen Jason, Annie Perry
and Captain "Bad" Betty King.

Bad Betty! Bad Betty!

One more time and
you're in the box.

Okay, Karen, here we go!

Sorry I'm late.

How's your skating class?

Oh, like a scrimmage
with the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Charlie, tell you why he's got
you taking those lessons yet?

No. All I know is it's
really tough on my...

Legs?

Those too.

I'll get it, thank you.

Good morning, sir, Bosley here.

Morning, Bosley.

Good morning, Angels.

Morning, Charlie. Hi.

Those lessons are getting
to you, aren't they, Jill?

Well, now I can tell you
why they're so important.

Bosley?

All ready, sir.

This is Karen Jason.

She died two weeks ago
in a roller game accident.

At least that's what the police

and coroner's investigation
have concluded.

Didn't she go over the
rail and break her neck?

That's right.

However, we've been hired

by her sister Barbara
to look into the possibility

that it might have been murder.

Why murder?

Barbara has been worried
about her sister for months.

Ever since Karen told
her she was involved

with a new boyfriend, an
ex-con named Joe Esposito.

Karen thought the boyfriend
was into something shady.

Like what, Charlie?

Karen didn't spell it out, only
that Esposito had big trouble

and it was starting
to rub off on her.

Then two days before
Karen was killed,

she called Barbara and said
her boyfriend had disappeared.

And she also talked
about a suitcase,

but she wasn't specific and
Barbara was unable to learn

anything more about
what the suitcase had

to do with Esposito's
disappearing act.

And you think we can
find out, right, Charlie?

Right, Angel. And post haste.

The trail is cooling off fast.

Barbara thinks the suitcase
could be the cause of both

Karen's death and
Esposito's disappearance.

So good luck, and be careful.

Bosley will brief
you on your covers.

What about you, Charlie?

How are you planning
to play this one?

Well, as you know, Angel,

I like playing my
cards close to my chest.

And this operation is no
exception. I'll be in touch.

You lose, Charlie.

Slam her, Annie! Slam her!

If she can't take the bruises,

I want to know
before I sign her!

All right, you two
hit the showers.

The rest of you, get rolling!

Sorry. I guess I blew it, huh?

Now, lesson number one.

I say if you blew
it or not, okay?

No one else. Not
even Hugh Morris.

I mean, he may own
the team, but I run it.

Okay, coach. Okay.

You've got a lot to learn.

But you can skate.

And you had enough
brains out there

to keep yourself
from getting wiped out.

And with the
right-sized uniform,

I don't think most of our fans

are going to be
watching your feet.

You mean, I'm hired?

Now, look, Barbara, your
sister Karen was one of the best.

A freak accident killed her,

and I was her coach
when it happened.

Now, that bought
you a tryout, period.

Now, starting from now,

you're like any other
jock on this team.

Oh, Mr. Rizzo, I'll
do my best. I will.

All right, you can start
by signing a contract,

and Morris'll probably
want to talk to you too.

That's Hugh Morris... You know,
I've seen his TV commercials.

Lone Star used cars, right?

That's him.

Oh, wow, when he starts
talking about the south forty,

I really believe him. I mean,
I've never seen so many wheels.

He's one of the biggest
car dealers in the country.

Oh, is he for real?

I mean, down-home
cowboy type, like on TV?

Why don't you tell
me after you meet him.

His office is right up there.

Thank you.

Oh, now what do you mean, Harry?

What do you mean you can't

get a camel for the
convertible commercial?

No. No, definitely not!

I do not want the hippo again!

Have you ever tried to
work with a love-sick hippo?

You, uh, you like my buffalo?

Yeah.

I took him in trade
for a 55 Pontiac,

at the time neither
one of them could run.

At least the Pontiac
still had a chance.

I'm Barbara Jason,
Karen's sister.

Oh, Hugh Morris, and I'm
glad to meet you, Miss Jason.

And I'm very sorry
about your sister.

Thank you for the check.

It helped.

You, uh, you mind
if I look you over?

Oh, no.

One owner, low mileage, clean.

You are sold,
as is, little lady.

You've got a shape
that'll sell tickets...

I'll guarantee you
parts and labor on that.

Sit down.

Gee, car lots, the roller
team, an insurance company.

I don't know how you
do it all, Mr. Morris.

I don't, sugar.

You see, the cars and
skaters are what I ride herd on.

I don't lay a glove
on the insurance end.

That's duller than cold grits.

Besides, I've got a top hand
running that store for me,

a lady by the name
of Jessica Farmer.

And the name is Hugh.

Mr. Morris was my daddy.

Oh.

I know, I know.

I'm late for my commercial.

Well, I'm glad to have
you with us, honey.

I got a date with a camel.

One hump or two?

Now, either way it's got to
be better than a lovesick hippo.

Bye.

Sabrina Duncan.

Won't you sit down.

Thank you.

And what can we do for the
State Board, Miss Duncan?

We're conducting a
routine investigation

into the death of Karen Jason.

Well, there isn't
much to investigate.

The police report stated
that the cause of death

was accidental.

And Morris Insurance
has already made payment.

We made immediate payment,

according to the
terms of the policy.

Now, our records
list the policy holder

as Tornados
Incorporated, the company

which also operates
the skating team.

Correct.

And Tornados Incorporated

is owned by the Hugh
Morris Corporation,

which also own Morris Insurance.

Oh, I understand.

The State Board
wants to make certain

that everything was
properly handled

because two subsidiaries of
the same parent corporation

transacted business
with each other.

Well, I'm sure
everything is proper,

but I do have a few
routine questions.

Oh, of course. Please, go on.

Do the Tornados carry
similar life insurance policies

on all the players?

The same as Karen Jason.

$250,000 each.

Now, the team pays
the full premium,

and is the sole beneficiary.

Oh. In other words, Hugh
Morris is the sole beneficiary.

But it's certainly legal and
very good business policy.

Did you know Karen
Jason, Miss Farmer?

No. I saw her skate
once at the stadium

as a guest of Mr. Morris, but
Miss Jason and I never met.

I'm not into games, Miss Duncan.

Roller or otherwise.

Excuse me.

Yes, I'll be there
in a few minutes.

Thank you.

Was there anything else?

No. No, that'll be all.

Thank you very
much, Miss Farmer.

Any time.

Good day.

State Board of Insurance.

Miss Sabrina Duncan, please.

Miss Duncan is not in right
now. May I take a message?

Uh, no. Thank you.
I'll call back later.

Hello. Bosley here.

This is Coralee Higgins at
the State Board of Insurance.

Tell Charlie a woman called
and asked for Sabrina Duncan

and I said just what
Charlie told me to say.

So I'd like to collect
my reward this Sunday.

That is, if Charlie's up to it.

I'll tell him.

Jeremy.

I want you to check
out a Sabrina Duncan.

She says she's with the
State Board of Insurance.

They're investigating
Karen Jason's death.

Do they suspect anything?

I don't know. I just
called the State Board

and so far Ms. Duncan
looks legitimate.

But I've got a feeling.

And I want to make sure.

No problem.

Miss Farmer, you
have a college education

and I am stuck on a five-letter
word for heavenly creature.

Try "angel."

"Angel."

Don't even wiggle, baby.

If you do, it's going
to be your last.

Now, who are you?

Kelly Garrett.

I'm a writer for
Woman's View magazine.

How'd you break in here?

I didn't.

Karen Jason's sister
sold me the key.

Gee, you're strong.

Look, I'm not
violating any laws.

I'm writing an article on
women in the roller game,

and Karen Jason's death
is a sensational slant.

What've you got there?

Oh, it's a check for
my overnight bag.

I came in from San
Francisco this morning

and the darn bus
company lost my bag.

I hate flying, don't you?

You can see so much more by bus.

Did you know Karen?

I know everybody who lives here.

I'm the manager.

I don't mean like that.

I mean, if I lived
in a building,

with a manager built like you,

I'd really want to
get to know him.

Hey, wait a minute,

Woman's View magazine...

Isn't that the magazine
with the male centerfold in it?

That's us.

Hold that pose.

Oh, boy. What's your name?

Red Loomis.

You know, Red, I think you'd
make a great stud-of-the-month.

You make Burt Reynolds look
like one of the Seven Dwarfs.

Forget it. You know, you Gloria

Steinem type broads turn me off.

Just because a guy's
put together right,

you think he doesn't
have a brain in his head.

You know, I get real tired of
being looked at like nothing

but a sex object, you know?

Is that how Karen treated you?

No. I mean, she was
different than most.

But I caught her
checking me out a lot.

Is that all?

What a waste.

If I lived here, I'd want
to do more than just look.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe you and I ought
to get together some night.

It's a date, Red.

As soon as I get
my story wrapped.

Now, what about Karen?

Did you know any of her friends?

Nah.

Only one she ever hung
around with was another skater.

A chick named Betty.

Real tough broad.

What about Karen's
boyfriend... Joe Esposito?

Esposito?

Never heard of him.

And I think you've stayed
here long enough, sweet chickie.

Let's go. You're not even
supposed to be in here.

And just when we were
getting to know each other.

You come back here,

you got to get a letter
from Karen's sister.

Otherwise, you ain't
going to be getting in.

Well, I'll call first, muscles.

So you have time
to put on a shirt.

Oh,

my baggage check.

Thanks.

It wasn't easy, but
I laid a little charm

on the switchboard operator
at the Insurance Board.

Little chick named Coralee.

And she spilled
that Sabrina Duncan

is an investigator for the
Board on special assignment.

So she checks out clean?

Snow White.

Jessica Farmer.

This is Loomis.

I just caught a lady writer

snooping around Karen
Jason's apartment.

Said she gave Karen's
sister some money for the key.

What kind of writer?

Woman's View magazine.

Claimed she was a Kelly Garrett.

She's doing a story
about Karen Jason.

And she asked
about Joe Esposito.

Well, did she find anything?

Well, I'm not sure.

She had a Coast Bus
Lines baggage check

when I walked in on her.

The center-city terminal.

I didn't want to act
suspicious, so I let her keep it.

That baggage check
could be a one-way ticket

to death row for all of us.

Did you get her license number?

That's 356CFX.

What's this death row?

Loomis let some nosy
woman's magazine writer

walk out of Karen Jason's
apartment with a baggage check.

Could the baggage
check be a claim

for the suitcase Esposito
ripped off to blackmail us with?

What do you think?

I knew it.

All right, all right. Now, look,
we have a new problem now.

The check was from
Coast Bus Lines.

Which terminal?

Center-city. She's probably
headed there right now.

Here's the license number.

It's a beige Mustang
with a brown top.

I want that suitcase, Jeremy.

And we can't take a chance
that the lady has looked inside it.

I want her put out of business.

You got it.

And, Jeremy...

Yeah?

Use the napalm.

That's an incendiary.

You're going to end up
with nothing but ashes.

That's the idea...
Ashes, and no evidence.

Tell Charlie I'm on my way

to the bus terminal
with the baggage check.

Could be it's for the
suitcase we're after.

I already talked to Charlie.

He wants me to tag along
if you're on to something.

Don't be silly, Bosley.

I can take care of myself.

You don't understand.

Things are starting to heat up.

They just found
Karen's boyfriend,

Joe Esposito, in the L.A. River,

wearing a pair of
cement Florsheims.

Bosley, you know that could
be why that apartment manager

acted so funny when I
mentioned Esposito's name.

He was one of those
muscle-bound types

who look like they can
lift a ton, but can't spell it.

Kelly...

Look, Bos,

I can still pick up

a piece of luggage on my own.

Don't worry about it, okay?

I'll be back to the
office before you know it.

Sabri...

Don't tell me. Miss Duncan,
State Board of Insurance.

Yes, E.S.P., Mr. Morris?

You could say that.

You see, I got this
thing about knowing

people's professions on sight.

Especially if you've
been warned beforehand.

Touche.

Jessie Farmer said
you'd probably be around.

Oh, this is Coach Rizzo,

the man who makes
my Tornados thunder.

Watch this!

That kid's a tiger. She skates
more like her sister everyday.

The player who just scored
is Karen Jason's sister.

Yes?

That's why you're
here, isn't it?

About Karen?

Yes.

Watch it!

Are you crazy?!

I want to talk to her!

Now!

I think I just did my first
two-and-a-half-Gainer.

Yeah, and without
a diving board.

Are you okay?

I'll bet that's how
Joe Namath feels

after third and long.

Thank you.

Kaboom!

I've got a suitcase chock
full of money, Charlie,

and five phony
drivers' licenses.

Fine. Sounds like
what we're looking for.

There's only one
big problem, Angel.

There's a bomb
attached to your car.

A bomb?

Yes. Pull into the first
vacant area you see

and forget the speed limit.

How long have I got, Charlie?

I wish I knew, Angel.

The suitcase,
Angel! The suitcase!

180 thousand George Washingtons.

Well, what's your pleasure,
a Rolls Royce or a Ferrari?

Anything. As long
as it's bomb-proof.

A rental car to replace
the one that you demolished

will be ready to be
picked up this afternoon.

You know, you girls go
through cars like Evel Knievel

goes through motorcycles.

Hey, Bosley, it was Kelly who
was almost demolished, remember?

Yeah!

Nonetheless, the
car was in her care.

Our insurance rates
will certainly go up.

And Charlie will bug me
because of company overhead.

Bosley, the manager of
the building Karen Jason

lived in is mixed
up in this somehow.

He was the only one who knew
I had Karen's baggage check

and could finger me.

Well, why would Karen's suitcase

be checked at the bus terminal?

Joe Esposito was booked on a bus

to San Francisco the
night he disappeared.

It was Esposito's
suitcase, not Karen's.

The bag was checked
in early in the morning

and when he turned
out to be a no-show,

it was re-channeled to
the storage department.

Well, so Karen was really
just caught in the middle.

That's what I've been trying
to tell you about men, Jill.

They'll do it to you every time.

You know, these fake licenses

with Betty King's picture
on it, must tie into the action

Anne Perry was
going to cut me in on

before she made the injury list.

She still in the hospital?

Yeah, for a week's observation.

She fractured a hip
in practice yesterday,

which according to
her, is my lucky break.

Meaning?

All she'd say is that
Betty's running the show,

and she'd talk to
me when she's ready.

I'm going to start pushing
Betty this afternoon.

C'mon, Jason!

Dig in!

I want a big whip!

You ain't doing this
for fun, you know!

Yeah, I know, I know.

All right, hold it, you
guys. Hold it! Hold it.

Jason and Betty.

Shower time.

The rest of you keep it rolling.

You were grooving
out there, sweet cheeks.

You mean, that whip earlier?

Hey, that was all you.

I just went where you threw me.

You just stay on your skates
and let me decide where you go,

and we'll both be looking good.

That's what Annie
said, before she got hurt.

Yeah?

Yeah. She also said
a few other things.

Like?

Like, uh, you had
some solid connections

and could help me
get some heavy bread.

I told her to cool
it until I was ready.

It ain't just up to me.

Look, I've been Karen's
younger sister all my life.

Now she's gone. I want to
do something on my own.

I don't want to
grow old waiting.

I'll have to borrow
your driver's license.

Okay, you got it.

What's the deal?

You keep pushing,
there won't be any deal.

Oh, listen, Sabrina,

Charlie wants you to
meet an old friend of his,

Emmett Winston, Esquire,

over at the Gallup Brokerage
Firm in Century City.

He'll be expecting you at noon

to discuss the financial
status of Hugh Morris.

Sabrina Duncan?

Yes?

Emmett Winston, Esquire.

How do you do?

Come into my office, this way.

So, you work for
good old Charlie, huh?

Sit down, sit down.

You know, Charlie
sent me up the river

a dozen years ago
on a stock swindle.

Well, then when my
parole hearing came up,

he talked to the powers that be,

and said he'd keep me
on the straight-and-narrow,

if they'd put me
back on the street.

He said it was easier
to beat the market

than to cheat it.

Like always, Charlie was right.

Oh, would you
like half a pastrami?

No, thank you.

Charlie said you
might be able to tell me

about the Hugh
Morris Corporation.

A small conglomerate
traded over-the-counter.

11 at 11 1/2 this morning.

Down 12 points in
the last six months.

Went public in 74 by
acquiring Mainline Insurance,

a small independent
insurance company

with substantial reserves.

Changed the name
to Morris Insurance

but retained original
management.

President, Jessica Farmer.

Any idea why it's
down 12 points?

Bad profit and loss statement.

The Tornadoes have
always been losers,

but the puzzler is
Morris Insurance.

They've sustained heavy losses
from unusual policy settlements.

What would that do to Hugh
Morris's personal finances?

If the insurance company's
heavy settlements continue,

he could be pushed
into bankruptcy.

Are you sure?

Miss Duncan, on any given day

I've got about $2
million in the market.

I have got to be sure.

I see what you mean.

Oh, something Charlie
might be interested in.

Someone keeps steadily
buying Morris Corporation stock.

But not in blocks
that support the price.

Could it be a
take-over strategy?

It's possible.

Is there any way
we could find out

who the buyer is?

Won't be easy.

But for Charlie, I
think I can swing it.

Thank you, Mr. Winston.

Bye.

Oh, to be 30 years
younger. Oh, well.

How did it go with
Emmett Winston, Esquire?

That sounds elegant.

Elegant, no.

But lovable, yes.

Emmett says Hugh Morris
and his company are both

on the financial ropes.

He says Morris
Insurance has very recently

made some very
costly settlements.

How about you? Did you
hook into anything we could use

at the Bureau of Records?

Plenty. All five
driver's licenses

with photographs of Betty
King are in the names of children

who died before
they were old enough

to apply for a driver's license.

Then birth certificates are
the ID used to get the licenses.

Sabrina, do you know how
easy it is to get a birth certificate?

Sure. Two dollars
and a postage stamp.

But the question is:

Why does Betty King
need five driver's licenses?

I'm having Bosley request

a complete DMV file
search on each license.

Could be a tie-in between
the phony driver's licenses

and the auto accident claims

Morris Insurance
has been paying out.

Well, then that would
account for the $180,000

in Karen Jason's suitcase.

And Karen's murder,
if she knew too much.

What about Hugh
Morris as a suspect?

Oh, no. He's a nice man.

I mean, maybe a little
lonely, but he's no murderer.

That down-home charm
kind of got to you, huh?

No, but one thing I do know:

He's not involved
in Karen's murder.

Female instinct?

Angel instinct.

Okay.

What about Toby Rizzo?

Or Bad Betty?

Or somebody else on the team?

I don't know.

I'm still waiting
to hear from Betty.

If she sets up that meeting
for me, that could be the key.

We fake the accident tomorrow,

following the
afternoon roller game.

Betty's going to
crash into your car.

When the police arrive,

she will admit that the
accident was her fault.

What about the injuries?

Well, you're an athlete.

And you'll know when
you're going to be hit.

We don't expect you to be hurt,

but the doctor we send
you to will confirm your claim

of a serious, permanent injury.

What if another doctor
happens to examine me?

No way.

The police report will show
I'm at fault, so my insurance,

whatever name I use this
time, picks up your tab and mine.

No questions asked.

Because I control
Betty's insurance.

I simply make a corporate
decision that it is preferable

for Morris Insurance
to settle out of court,

rather than to incur a
substantially larger loss

later on, after an
unsuccessful court trial.

What does Mr. Morris say
about these settlements?

Well, he takes my advice

and leaves the
insurance company to me.

He prefers making TV commercials

and playing cowboy
with his roller derby team.

He'll never know that
you and Betty are involved.

How much do I get paid?

10 percent of the
settlement to you, 10 to Betty.

The rest is none
of your business.

Accidents like this
have to be reported

to the Department of
Motor Vehicles, right?

Well, what's going to happen

when my name keeps
showing up time after time?

Aren't they going to
think something's funny?

You'll only use your own
name in the first accident,

to make sure your neck is
on the line with the rest of us.

After that, you'll be provided

with phony driver's licenses
and specially purchased cars.

Sounds easy.

It is.

As long as you
do what you're told.

Oh, I will, absolutely.

I need the bread. I'll
do whatever you say.

Make sure that you do.

Bosley. I just
finished the meeting.

How did you do?

Oh, I'm in.

You sure they bought it?

Well, if they didn't,

just tell Charlie I
want a simple funeral.

You know, no frills, no fuss.

And then I want to be cremated
and have my ashes scattered

over Charlie's waterbed.

How did you know
Charlie had a waterbed?

Oh, just an educated guess.

Uh-huh. I won't ask you
where you got your education.

Just meet me in the
parking lot in two minutes.

Ten-four.

Barbara Jason. Where is she?

Well, we worked out
our deal and she left.

Something wrong?

Yeah, there's something
wrong, all right.

We're about to be
taken by our own scam.

What?

The broad's got
a driver's license

that says Barbara Jason.

Her car is registered
to Barbara Jason.

Our contact in
Sacramento got a hold

of some classified information

from the company
that insures her car.

And?

The policy is carried by
Townsend Investigations.

A private eye?

And that's not all!

Miss Kelly Garrett,

the writer we tried to bomb,

after I got the skinny
on Jason's car,

I played a hunch and
found out the car we blew up

was insured by
Townsend Investigations.

They've got us!

Oh, shut up!

They aren't police. They're
just subpoena servers.

I've hired 100 of them.

They've all got their price,

only this time it's too
dangerous for a payoff.

But we can't just sit tight.

I don't intend to.

Jeremy, Loomis and I will take
care of your unfinished business

with Miss Kelly Garrett.

The skater I will
leave to you and Betty.

She wanted to find out what
happened to Karen Jason,

I think you should
show her. Firsthand.

Kelly.

Yes, Bosley.

Listen, I've got Red Loomis
on the Women's View line.

He says he wants to buy you.

He's standing in a long line.

What exactly was his offer?

He said that you should
go to the Backwoods Inn

on top of Miller
Canyon in an hour.

Use the back entrance

if you'd like a lot
more of what you found

in Karen Jason's suitcase.

Okay, tell him I'll be there.

Well, look, that's dangerous.

I mean, you know
that he's the one

that fingered you
for that bomb thing.

But now we know
where he's coming from.

And what good is $180,000
and some driver's licenses

if we can't use them to
draw Loomis and his friends

out into the open?

Bosley, I've got to chance it.

Tell Charlie I'll check in
with you if I smell trouble.

Kell... Kelly!

Hi, Red?

I'm afraid I asked
Loomis to stand you up.

I'm Jessica Farmer.

President of Morris Insurance.

That's right.

Won't you sit down?

Would you like a
drink or anything?

No, thank you.

Then perhaps you can
tell me what else you know,

so I can get you off my back.

I really think we're wasting
each other's time, Miss Farmer.

Oh, wait. Don't run away before
you hear what I have to say.

You may be sorry you did.

Sorry about what?

I want to make you an offer.

That sounds more like it.

For starters, I know
that you and the skater

posing as Barbara Jason are
with Townsend Investigations.

That and a dime will get you
an operator on a pay phone.

I'm not talking
about dimes, love.

I am suggesting that you give
me the phony driver's licenses,

and keep the money for yourself.

I've already got the money.

So if you want the
driver's licenses,

you'll have to raise the ante.

And don't forget
about my friend.

You are tougher than
I thought you'd be.

How about another $50,000
for the licenses, all for you?

You can forget
about your friend.

What makes you think
she'll forget about me?

Let's just say that your
associate has been trying

to follow in Karen
Jason's footsteps,

and in today's game,

I have a feeling she's going to.

All the way.

When can I get the cash?

Monday morning.

After the banks open.

My office.

I'll be there.

With a license to steal.

Kelly! Where have you been?

I've been on a
roller coaster ride.

You are at an amusement park?

Nothing amusing about
what just happened to me.

And that rental car
you got me, Bosley...

Don't tell me. I
don't want to hear.

What is it with you
and cars, Kelly?

I think from now on,
I'm going to take a cab.

Listen, Sabrina, we have
got to get to the stadium.

I think they're
going to try to kill Jill

the way they killed Karen Jason.

All right, just tell
us where you are

and we'll pick you up right now.

On the track for the first time.

In Tornado red, white, and blue,

number four, the
foxy "Blond Bomber,"

the hard charging,
Barbara Jason!

I told the police to meet us.

My DMV files on all five of
Betty King's fake licenses

show major accident reports
made in the last six months,

and Morris Insurance
shows up in every instance.

So that gives us the evidence

that we need for our case
against Jessica Farmer.

And Emmett Winston discovered

who's been buying all the
stock in the Morris Insurance.

Then, whatever the details,

the bottom line
has to be Jessica.

With her partner,
Coach Toby Rizzo.

Bosley, you take that area.

We'll cover the rest.

Okay, sweet cheeks,
let's go with a whip!

Take your best shot.

Hold it! Hold it, right there!

Stick around,
friend! Stick around!

The police have
some questions...

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Man, I got some
unfinished business.

Would you look out?! Would
you get out of the way?!

Jill!

Jill, would you watch out!

Charlie told me I'd
be a big hit on skates!

All right!

You're crazy! You're crazy!

Yeah!

Angels, Jessica Farmer
and her friends are all facing

murder one for the deaths
of Joe Esposito and Karen.

It seem that
Esposito started it all.

By trying to blackmail
his former associates.

So they eliminated him.

And Karen, when
she got in the way.

Hugh Morris has a major

rebuilding job to do
on his Tornadoes.

I hope you won't give
into his inducements, Jill.

Oh, is that a
counter-offer, Charlie?

I never mix pleasure
with business, Angel.

You should know that by now.

Is the real Barbara Jason going

to try out for the
Tornadoes, Charlie?

She's already signed
up, with a generous bonus.

After all, if Barbara
hadn't asked us

to look into her sister's death,

Hugh Morris would
have lost everything.

Charlie, did you take Morris
up on the deal he offered

to replace my car with
an identical model?

You bet your boots, Angel.

But when it comes
to horse trading,

I have yet to come
out on the short end.

I not only beat him
down on the price,

I got him to throw in a
special winner's trophy

for out dealing him.

It's a remnant of the Old West.

A symbol of a vanishing breed.

A buffalo head.

Amazing, Angel,
how did you guess?

Never mind, Charlie, but
if you ever get tired of it,

I know where you can
trade it in on a '55 Pontiac.