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Oh, Jaime, be careful!

It weighs a ton.
Here, let me help you.

No, no. It's okay. Just
give me some room.

There.

Oh, my God.

Okay. Here we go.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's not gonna fit!

I could've told you that. I'll have
Jim chop it up when he gets home.

Helen!

I've got a pie in the oven.

I'll get the door
on the way out.

Hello?

Oscar! What a surprise!

How are you? Gosh!

Oh, I'm so messy. I'm sorry.

I was cleaning out the
fireplace and chopping the wood.

Things like that.

You look terrific.

You know, I'll bet you used
to be a beauty contest winner.

I'll bet you were a prom queen.

Beauty queen business
never really interested me.

I'm hoping maybe,

well, I could change your mind.

For the last two days, I've
been working night and day

on a micro-computer circuit.

The part is very important to
our National Defense system.

Here one second,
gone the next. No leads.

In addition to all these
problems, I get this.

What is it?

From one of our
leading agents in Europe.

"The next Miss United
States will be Miss Florida."

What's this supposed to mean?

I don't know.

But I've gotta get
someone to find out.

What is this?

Your sash.

My... Oscar, If you think I'm gonna
go in there and parade around and...

Jaime, I can't overlook it.

I've gotta find out
what this is all about.

I've gotta find out if this
beauty-contest is rigged,

and if it is,
who's on top of it,

and what does the
OSI have to do with this?

Jaime, these beauty contests,

the security is incredible.
I can't send a man in.

It's got to be this way.

And since you are the most
beautiful and qualified agent in the OSI,

I thought maybe
you'd enjoy being

Miss California.

I hate it. I need your help.

Have Helen come as a chaperone.

This whole thing may be nothing.

It may also be
extremely dangerous.

But I can't do it. I'm involved
with that Defense Department theft.

And I've gotta have somebody
who can go in there alone

and handle the unexpected.

Oscar, look, before
I put on this sash

and go in there and
make a fool out of myself,

why don't you call this agent
and make sure he wasn't joking?

I mean, this is a
pretty silly message.

I can't do that.

Why?

They found this
agent this morning,

face down in the River Seine.

Snorkeling?

Dead.

Oh. Oh, Jaime.

Come here quickly.
Miss California.

Do you want to put this on? You
have to peel it off at the back, you know.

May we have one of those
programs? Give me two.

Give me two. And
could we have...

Ladies? Ladies,
everybody up here, please.

We have to register to
get our room assignments!

Up to the desk,
please. Thank you.

"On her first night, Miss
United States will fly to Paris

"on her own private
jet for a goodwill tour!"

Oh, Jaime!

I'm so glad you and Oscar asked
me to come along. It's so thrilling!

Thrilling? Did you read the fine
print on the bottom of the page?

What fine print?

Oh. "No liquor of any
kind, no male visitors,

"no cigarette smoking in public,

"and no telephone
calls outside the complex

"unless approved
by the Director.

"Contestants will be
supervised at all times."

Well, that's reasonable.

Reasonable? Helen, that's
worse than being in prison.

Did you see the
security down there?

Well, that's the way they
do it at all these things.

Maybe that's why Oscar asked me
to come along as your chaperone,

to show you the ropes.

Oh.

Miss California.

I don't know why I could
never get you to enter a contest

when you were in high school.

Why, you just wouldn't do it!

How did Oscar ever convince you?

I still don't understand.

Well, this is a contest for
professional women, Helen.

Yes?

And then the winner is
picked by a state committee,

without any kind of a
pageant or anything like that.

And I guess I came in second.

I see.

And I didn't even know
about it myself until yesterday

when Oscar told me that the
winner had come down with the flu.

And they needed
a replacement. So...

So here we are!

Oh, that's so thrilling!

Oh! These hotel
rooms are so stuffy.

Need some help?

Yes. Okay.

Pity they are not
judging on strength.

Jaime!

You'll be judged on poise,

beauty, intelligence and talent.

The qualities that
distinguish an ordinary girl

from an extraordinary woman.

But as you
participate this week,

I want you to remember above all
that this contest is not a competition,

but a pageant of the
loveliest women in our country.

So, be proud, keep
your head high,

and remember that there's
something very special about you.

May the best one win.

And now, I want you to welcome
someone you already know.

Your Master of Ceremonies,

pageant Director,
they call him Mr. Smile,

Ray Raymond!

Now, isn't she something?

Now, if you've read
your schedules,

you know this is gonna
be a hectic weekend.

Our first press conference
starts in just an hour and a half,

and that doesn't
give us much time.

Now, you've all been
assigned in groups of five.

This is your family.

And everything you do in the
pageant, you'll do with them.

Now, let's split up, find your
family, and get acquainted.

Is anybody in Family B?

I am. Hi, I'm Jaime Sommers.

Miss California. You're
the replacement, aren't you?

Yeah. Second string. We
can still be friends, huh?

Friends? There's no Miss Congeniality
Award in this contest, honey.

Well, I... Look, every girl
here wants that crown badly.

You're not gonna make friends.

Just friendly enemies.

Hello, Mr. Raymond.

Well, hello. Are you
enjoying it so far?

Oh, it's wonderful. I've
met so many new friends.

Good.

Oh, Jaime.

Do we have a deal or not?

I have to let someone
know this morning.

I'm counting on it.

But you still haven't
told me what I have to do.

Does it really matter?

I'm putty in your hands.

Good.

I'll let you know what to
do when the time comes.

All Miss United States contestants
backstage for the talent taping.

Will you come for me when
it's almost my turn, Helen?

Please?

Okay.

This is Raymond.

Miss Florida's
set. She'll do it.

Now, I'll be in the
back of the center

while Belding's doing the
bed check around 11:00.

Don't worry.

Once she's crowned
Miss United States,

everything will
go like clockwork.

No one can stop us.

Now, hold it, hold
it, hold it! Cut! Cut.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brady.

You about ready, honey? Yes.

I'm sorry.

This is the first time I've
ever done it with real fire.

Real fire? It's her first time.

One more time from the top.

Now where's Miss
California? She's next.

The talent competition
will be taped this afternoon

to be shown on
closed circuit television

during the finals
tomorrow night.

This is a real
electronic timesaver

which will allow the
girls to catch their breath

and change from their
swimsuits into their... Jaime?

Cut it, Charlie. Cut it. Cut it.

All I know, Oscar, is that the
pageant is definitely rigged.

But I still don't know why.

Jaime, that's great. Keep it up.

At least you're
having some luck.

You mean you still haven't found
that defense thing you were looking for?

No, I got a call from Steve
in Brussels this morning.

He's not getting
anywhere either.

But we'll just keep it up.

Oscar, did Steve
ask about me at all?

He always asks about you.

How you're feeling,
are you seeing anyone.

If I'm seeing anyone?

Is he seeing someone?

No, Jaime. Nothing serious.

You know how he feels about you.

Yeah.

You know, I just get
so confused sometimes

when I'm trying to sort out
my feelings about Steve.

Jaime, they want you onstage!

Miss California,
we're waiting for you!

Oscar, I gotta go now. Bye.

You're not allowed
to use those phones.

You. You see that
doesn't happen again.

Yes, sir. Come on! Let's go!

Here she is.

You're going to have to be
more prompt, Miss California.

All right, Mrs. Belding.
Let's go, let's go!

And now our next
contestant, Jaime Sommers,

Miss California.

Thank you.

I would like to sing a song for
someone that I grew up with,

and I sure hope
he gets to see it.

Feelings

Nothing more than feelings

Trying to forget my

Feelings of love

Teardrops

Rolling down on my face

Trying to forget my

Feelings of love

Feelings

For all my life I'll feel it

I wish I'd never met you, boy

You'll never come again

Feelings

Feelings like
I've never lost you

But feelings like
I'll never have you

Again in my heart

Feelings

For all my life I'll feel it

I wish I'd never met you, boy

You'll never come again

Whoa, feelings

Whoa, feelings

My feelings

My feelings of love

Feelings of love

My feelings of

Love

I wish Steve had been here.

She was talking on an outside
line to somebody named Oscar.

There's an Oscar Goldman
who works for the OSI.

There's also an Oscar
Mayer who makes wieners.

Probably just her boyfriend.

Yeah. Well, don't forget.

She's the only contestant
who was a runner-up.

They just kinda slid her in
on us at the last moment.

Are you suggesting
she's a plant?

Jaime, will you tell
me what you're doing?

Helen, I have to follow someone.

Follow someone? Mrs.
Belding will be here in a minute.

There's a curfew.

I didn't want to
have to tell you this,

but Oscar sent me here
to get some information.

It's very important and
it could be dangerous.

Dangerous?

Are you here as a spy?

I guess I never believed
that runner-up story of yours.

You always hated
beauty pageants.

I have to follow Raymond now.

Mr. Raymond? Is he involved?

He was always
one of my favorites.

What do I do if
Mrs. Belding comes?

Well, cover for me, please.

And don't close this window.

Leave it open. Okay?

Okay. Jaime.

Be careful.

Falcon One, this is control.

Come in, Falcon One.

Falcon One here. I'll
get back to you. Out.

You're late.

For half a million dollars,
you can afford to wait.

Miss Florida hasn't
changed her mind?

No.

She's very ambitious.

Bed check.

Hi, Mrs. Belding.

Is it time for bed already?

It's 11:00.

Every contestant
should be in her room.

Isn't that funny?

'Cause I could've sworn I just
saw Miss California outside.

You're not being watched?

No. No one's suspicious.

It's important, Raymond.

The package must be in
Paris the day after tomorrow.

Just get it to me
backstage tomorrow night.

I'll give it to her.

And she'll carry it
onto her private jet.

How're you gonna
rig the contest?

Brady's our stage manager.

He tabulates the
judges' ballots.

He and I are the only ones
who know their decision.

So I can pick any name I want.

Perfect setup.

Her own private jet, whisked
through Customs above suspicion.

Miss United States
is an ideal courier.

Pull this off tomorrow, and you're
on your way to becoming a rich man.

No one deserves it more.

Oh, Jaime, where are you?

Who is it?

Mrs. Belding. Bed check!

Good evening, Mrs. Belding.

Is Miss California here?

Oh, yes, she's in the shower.

I'll have her call you
when she comes out.

She was late for the
talent taping, wasn't she?

I think you're
right, Mrs. Belding.

We'll wait.

Jaime, honey?

Will you hurry please?
Mrs. Belding's here.

Oh, it is getting
a little chilly.

Well, I don't know
what's taking her so long.

Jaime, honey, will
you please hurry up!

Mrs. Belding is
getting very impatient.

Hurry, Jaime! Hurry
up. Mrs. Belding's here!

Mrs. Belding!

Oh.

She'll be out in a minute.

What was that clanking sound?

I'm sorry I kept
you waiting so long.

Well, where were you?

Well, as you can see,
I was in the shower.

I would've come out sooner
but I had to wash my hair.

Oh.

You really do have lovely hair.

You know, I just love the color.

Especially when it's dry.

Thank you, Miss Florida,
you've been most helpful.

Now, where were you?

In the shower.

Don't lie to me!

You were outside.

I heard you on the fire escape.

I could swear I saw
you on the ground.

I can't afford to have a troublemaker
running around on the day of the finals.

First, you were late
for the taping, now this.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going
to have to notify Mr. Raymond

and the judges of
your misbehavior

and confine you to your room

until the pageant
starts tomorrow night.

Goodnight.

She was outside?

Are you sure, Mrs. Belding?

Oh, no, no!

No, I think it's a good idea to
keep her in her room tomorrow.

Yes.

Yes, I'll inform the judges.

Goodnight.

You might be right.

The next time
she steps outta line

will be her last time.

Good morning, ladies.

I have a couple of
announcements before we start.

B Group, Miss California
will not be with us until tonight.

She's a little
under the weather.

All right. Let's take our places
for the opening number, huh?

Are they still out there?

Two of 'em.

Helen, I have got
to talk to Oscar.

Is it important?

They'll let me out.

Oh, Helen, I can't get
you mixed up in this.

Jaime, I want to help you.

It'd be exciting.

Really.

We sent that picture
three days ago.

I don't believe this. Hold on.

This is Goldman. Hold on.

It's about the size
of a flash cube.

That's right. A flash
cube. Falcon circuit.

F... No, no, no.
Falcon, F-A-L-C-O-N.

Right. Falcon.

I'll send it to you.
Hold on a minute.

Brian?

Send this over
the wire to Milan.

They don't know
what it looks like.

Make sure it goes out by code.

This is Oscar Goldman speaking.

Oscar? This is Helen Elgin.

Helen? Are you... What
about Jaime? Is she all right?

Oh, she's fine. She
can't come to the phone.

She wanted me to
give you a message.

All right. What is it?

Well, is it okay?

I mean, is it all right to give
it to you over the phone?

Of course it's okay, Helen.

Your secret is safe with me.

What is it?

Well...

Helen?

Helen, what's the matter?

Uh, no, I think I
better call you back.

Is there anything wrong?

No. No. I'll get right
back to you, Oscar.

Yeah. Goodbye.

Who were you talking to?

Oscar who?

Oscar Lipschitz. He's an
old beau of mine from college.

Whenever I'm in his area,
I always call him up and...

You know, you're not to be using
these phones without my approval.

You read the pageant rules?

Yes, sir.

I think you'd better spend
the rest of the day in your room

with Miss California.

You didn't tell him?

I didn't have time before
Mr. Raymond caught me.

Oscar was talking to some
man about a bird project.

Bird?

Uh... Falcon.

Falcon circuit.

Falcon?

I've heard that.

What else did he say?

Uh, something about
sending a photograph.

Falcon.

Wait a second.
The man in the car.

The radio called him Falcon.

He said they were gonna bring
something here tonight. What?

The Falcon thing...

That's it, Helen! That's
what Oscar's looking for!

Jaime! Jaime!

Do you know, Miss United States

is going to take
Oscar's circuit to Paris!

She's gonna be the courier!

What are you talking about?

That's where they
found the agent. In Paris.

Face down in the River Seine.

Dead?

I've gotta talk to Oscar.
I don't know what to do.

But how?

They won't let us
out before tonight.

The five finalists are picked
right off the bat, aren't they?

Yeah, they do most of the show.

The rest is just background.

Well, it's a cinch they're not
gonna pick me for one of the finalists.

And I don't think
they're gonna miss

one of the girls
from the background.

From Los Angeles, California,

Mrs. Oliver J. Belding and
Belding Industries proudly present

the Miss United States Pageant!

And now, your
Master of Ceremonies,

Mr. Smile himself, Ray Raymond!

I feel like a side of
beef. How do I look?

Terrific!

You know what? I really
liked my old legs better.

I think they were better.

Thank you. Good evening, and
welcome to America's only pageant

for beautiful,
professional women.

Why wait any longer?

Let's meet these
wonderful ladies now,

in the bathing suit procession.

Miss Alabama!

Miss Alaska!

Miss Arizona!

Miss Arkansas!

Miss California!

Miss Florida!

Miss Hawaii!

Miss Tennessee!

Miss Texas!

Miss Utah!

The agonizing
task of picking five

of these outstanding American
women to be our finalists.

I can only say that I'm very
happy that I'm not a judge.

But seeing these lovely ladies,

I am sure you can
well understand

what a difficult
choice it would be.

But a decision has been made.

And one of these
outstanding American women

will be the new
Miss United States.

May I have the envelope,
please, Mr. Brady.

Thank you.

Here are the names
of our finalists.

Miss Oklahoma!

Miss Hawaii!

Miss Tennessee!

Miss Florida!

And our fifth finalist,

Miss California!

So, there you have it.
Our five beautiful finalists.

Miss Oklahoma, Miss Hawaii, Miss Tennessee,
Miss Florida and Miss California,

a dark horse candidate who
made an extremely strong showing

in the talent competition.

Now while they and
the rest of the girls

are changing into their formals,

we're gonna show you taped
highlights of that talent competition.

Am I ready?

You look beautiful.
I'm so proud of you.

I've gotta go.

What? Where?

Well first, to call Oscar, and then
to try to find that computer circuit

or whatever that thing is.

Look, if they call for
me, Helen, just stall them.

Oh, again?

But they won't believe me again.

Good luck!

Oh. Jaime!

And now our next contestant,

Jaime Sommers, Miss California.

Thank you.

I would like to sing a song for
someone that I grew up with,

and I sure hope
he gets to see it.

Feelings

Nothing more than feelings

Trying to forget my

Hard to believe that
something that small

can be the key to the entire
defense system of the United States.

Yeah. So let's get
it to its hiding place

before anything
can happen to it.

Trying to forget my

Feelings of love

Feelings

All my life I'll feel it

I wish I'd never met you, boy

Oh, no one's about
to look for it there.

Tomorrow it is Paris.
Have a good night.

Feelings

Whoa, feelings

Look what I found.

Did she faint?

No, chloroform. It'll
keep her out a while.

Did she see anything?

Probably. Now,
do you believe me?

Yeah. I believe you.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know.

She passed out. I think
she's on something.

I knew it! I knew she was
trouble the moment I saw her.

Put her out for a
few more hours.

By the time she comes to,
we'll be out of the country.

What if she starts talking?

Who'll believe her?
You think Mrs. Belding

is about to let a troublemaker
like her discredit the pageant?

Steve, you're sure
of your source?

Now, let me get this straight.

The Falcon circuit is coming
out of Los Angeles tonight.

Right?

Great.

Thanks, pal, keep in touch.

Maryann, I want a list of all international
flights coming out of Los Angeles.

Private and commercial. Rush it!

Get me the airport.

This oughta hold you down.

Enough in there to keep
a horse out for a week.

She's got a hide
like an armadillo.

Pete, send an x-ray team
down to the air freight terminal.

Check everything. Any hunch
you have, follow through...

Follow through on.

Get me the Ambassador Hotel.

I want to speak to
Miss Jaime Sommers.

Get me a radio. I wanna
hear this pageant on the radio!

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman, but we
are unable to locate Miss Sommers.

All right. Well, keep trying.

And now, your Master of
Ceremonies, Mr. Smile himself,

Ray Raymond!

Thank you. Thank you.
And before we continue,

I'd like to announce that Miss
Jaime Sommers, Miss California,

has regrettably taken ill

and will be unable to
continue with the pageant.

Get my car. We're
going to the Ambassador.

And that's my goal.
To make friends.

Miss Oklahoma,
in your own words,

we would like you to tell us
what your ultimate goal in life is.

I play the saxophone
for an all-girl jazz band,

and if I could just fill
the world with music,

that would be my ultimate.

Well, that ends our
question and answer portion.

And now the judges
will make their...

Oh, excuse me.
Look who I just found.

What a surprise!

It's our fifth finalist,
Miss California!

Let's give her a big
hand. She's a real trouper!

Now all America can
keep their eyes on you.

Just step up to the microphone
and give us a big smile, can you?

You're feeling better,
Miss California?

Yes, I needed a rest.

You know, the
excitement of all of this,

just kind of snuck up and
grabbed me from behind.

Yes, I know how strenuous
these pageants can be.

But you're just in time to
answer a question for our judges.

Well, I can't think of
anything I'd rather do.

Yes.

They would like to know
what your ultimate goal in life is.

Well, frankly, I'm still
searching, you know.

But a good friend of mine by
the name of Oscar Goldman

once taught me a very
old Chinese proverb.

Oscar Goldman?

I didn't realize he was
a Chinese prophet.

Well, he's many
things to many people.

Anyway, the proverb is,

"As the queen flies
to Paris on her Falcon,

"so must we continue
the search for our goals."

Just doesn't make sense.

I certainly hope it
does to someone.

Goldman to base. I want
10 backup units immediately.

Well, thank you,
Miss California.

And now, it's time for the
judges to tabulate their vote

and vote for the new
Miss United States.

This is Oscar Goldman. I'm
six blocks from the Ambassador.

Have the backup units
stand by. I'm going in.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention please.

All the months of planning,

the nominating committee
meetings, the rehearsals.

All of these seem to point
towards this magic moment.

One young lady behind
me will soon become royalty.

A queen of talent
and beauty and poise.

The zenith of
American womanhood.

Mr. Raymond
Brady, notary public,

has counted the judges' votes.

May I have the envelope, please.

Thank you very much.

Any idea of what we
could do to get out of this?

You just read 'em the
card. I'll take care of the rest.

Yes. Thank you.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I have
here the results of the judges' decision.

Who will be Miss United States?

First, our fourth runner-up,

Miss Tennessee!

The third runner-up,

Miss Hawaii!

Goldman to backup units.
Surround the building.

Exercise extreme caution. I
don't want anybody to get hurt.

The second runner-up,

Miss Oklahoma.

What? I got a place where
you can see a little better.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

Now, the next name I announce
will be the first runner-up.

In the event that Miss
United States becomes ill,

or for any reason cannot
discharge her duties,

the first runner-up
will take her place.

The first runner-up, Miss...

Florida, Sally Bartell.

Jaime Sommers, Miss California,

is the new Miss United States!

Isn't she wonderful,
ladies and gentlemen?

Tears streaming down her face,

Jaime Sommers has to be
the happiest person alive.

Look in the wings.

Now, do as you're told,
and she'll stay alive.

Make one bad move,

glance at anybody
in the audience,

and she's a dead
woman. You understand?

Yes.

Smile.

Miss United States!

Go out and meet your public!

You've come a long way, woman

It's been a hard pull, ma'am

But you're our Miss
United States, lady

Come take your place
beside Uncle Sam

Do you hear me?

Is the Falcon circuit here?

Do you know where it is?

Are you having any trouble?

You've come a long way, woman

It's been a hard pull, ma'am

Do you want me to move in?

But you're our Miss
United States, lady

Come take your place
beside Uncle Sam

All right now, move
quickly and quietly.

There's a car
waiting in the garage.

Come on. Get up. Get up!

You've got me. Why
don't you let her go?

Look, I'll take that now.

The car's over there. Let's go.

Raymond!

I wanna talk to you!

You promised me that crown!

Sally, get outta here!

Okay. Out! Get out!

Jaime, are you all right?

Yeah. I'm not much of a
beauty queen though, am I?

Oh, you've never
looked prettier.

The circuit, have
you got the circuit?

I think so.

I don't think that Ray Raymond's

going to risk his neck
for a rhinestone wand.

Ah!

And all this time I thought
you were just a pretty face.

Oscar, I'm Miss United States!

Sally? I've been
looking all over for you.

Sally, are you all right?

I feel so ashamed.

Jaime, you know,

I never realized
how selfish I was,

until I almost sold out myself,

and my country for
a beauty pageant.

What kind of a person
does that make me?

Hopefully, somebody who
can learn from their mistakes.

Look, I found this.

Thought you might
like to see it. What is it?

It's the final ballot. They
found it in Brady's pocket.

You mean I won?

Fair and square. You
didn't even need them.

Here. I think this
belongs to you.

I can't take this.

Not after what I've done.

That's true.

Besides, next to the crown you just
gave yourself, it looks pretty tacky.

Let's get outta here.