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What's up, girl? You do a lot of volunteer work like this downtown.

I do it uptown, too.

I met Julie Brown.

Hey, I know what you meant. It's all good.

Tell you the truth, I don't do as much as I should.

But anyway, enough about me. I want to know about you.

What's the most dope situation you got yourself into?

Could be a contender.

Nobody touches my tags.

Oh, what did you do to the wall?

Do something.

This was my masterpiece.

You butchered it. I don't know who you're messing with. This is Nikki.

Uh -oh. What are you doing?

Get in. What? Are you crazy? Get your superstar booty in here before we end up

in Entree at the Palm.

I gotta tell you, this volunteer work is a barrel of fun.

Ha!

You guys don't understand.

I got an electric punch. I'm not a bodyguard. But we are.

You'll just be a figurehead. A name on the door. You'll probably never even

leave the office.

You'll help us pull in the rich and famous.

We'll do the rest. We're professionals.

We'll take care of all the tough stuff.

So I'll never be in any danger?

Never. Never?

Never.

Wow. That's a big one. I can't believe Cole Arrow had so many guns in his

I think he used them to impress the ladies. How can you impress the ladies

a gun?

Must be a guy thing.

110 -5540.

I'm just glad you're getting them all out of here, even though it's for

inventory purposes.

Thank you.

So how does a man impress you?

I don't know. Just treat me nice.

Buy me flowers.

Leave the lid down.

That's a good one.

Oh, yes. That happens. Sounds like it's back here. Talk to me.

I'm sorry.

I must have the wrong number. I'm looking for Valerie Irons Protection.

Oh, yeah, yeah. This is her.

Grenade instructor.

I think it's a client.

It might be. I had to call forward in here.

Hello, Valerie Irons, protection.

Yes, this is Dr. Richard D. Gold.

I think I might need some protection.

Well, that's what we're here for, Dr. Gold.

It's been the same car for a week. It's been following me to work. It's parked

outside my house. Okay, just calm down and speak a little more slowly, please.

No, you don't understand.

If I'm right about what might happen.

My life isn't going to be the only one in danger.

Your life? Look, I've already wired your office some money as an advance.

Just get somebody over here.

The number is 2221 Beverly Drive.

We'll be right there.

I'm going to call Quick and tell him to meet you there. Me?

Breathe it down.

Quick, it's Kay. We have a new client and I need you to meet Valid's office

right away.

Um...

2 -1 Beverly Drive.

I can't go anywhere like this.

Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

All right.

Let's see how we're coming along.

Is there a problem, Dr. Gold?

This isn't my work.

No, these belong to Adam Vanta.

Who are you?

I'll ask the questions, Doctor.

And I expect very good answers.

What are you doing here?

Dr. Gold, potential client.

Not anymore.

Dr. Gold, I presume.

Got a 911 from his receptionist.

Found him face down in here.

This is so weird. Got Kay and I to talk to him this morning.

He said he was going to get killed.

Coroner's boys say it looks like a heart attack. Natural causes.

Then goes on next gig.

Well, he said someone else was going to die, too.

People say funny things right near the end.

But if you think there's some foul play, I'll schedule a full autopsy. Thanks,

Chris. I'm just going to check this out right now.

That's Gold's personal laptop.

You know, Kate keeps telling me to get one of these things, but I just don't

think I can get into it.

That's very funny.

Got those wheels rolling already, huh, Val?

Wondering if he had a diary or something?

Diary, yeah.

That's what I was thinking.

Sorry, Val.

No diary.

But it was a good idea.

Well, you know, if you watch enough Law & Order where he runs, you pick up a

thing or two.

Ooh, I love Law & Order.

Okay, well, obviously, it's time for Val's weekly review of TV guides, so I'm

out of here.

Wait a second.

Here's something interesting.

Someone tried to erase one of Dr. Gold's files right before he was killed.

That could be a clue.

Dr. Gold did mention something about someone else's life being in danger.

Can you recover the file?

I got it.

It's an entry in an address book.

The Red Oaks Health Spa.

That could be where the next victim is.

Come on, we don't even have a client, okay? What are we doing? Does that mean

should return Dr. Gold's $10 ,000 advance?

No, no, no, no, no. Someone at the health spa might need our help.

Someone say health spa?

I'll vote yes.

Come on, it's just a bunch of fat cats floating around in mud.

Oh, you might be in the middle of your dream.

Something funny?

Can I help you?

You already have.

Where was the micro data processing?

We just want to check out your bar.

For our upcoming quarterly conference.

Yes, sir.

Give me a minute and I think we can arrange a tour.

All right.

You want?

Please have a seat in our lobby.

Rock or what?

Or what?

Three or what?

Dot. And you know it, baby.

Okay. So I got a schematic of this place from City Records.

Well, you never know.

What?

He's looking at you. I think he's looking at you.

Val, me, palm top.

You, well, you.

Really? He's kind of cute.

I think he's coming over here.

Hi, I'm Louis Weston. I own the spa.

Hi, I'm... Oh, please, Valerie Irons, of course. What's with this, uh, what,

micro data, data thing?

Are you, uh, undercover?

Not anymore.

So, can I show you around?

Sure.

Check out the security system.

Okay. I can handle it. We're a dating service for Val.

Stop complaining.

It's not like we're in Bosnia.

What's wrong with Bosnia?

Y 'all know about regular guys.

What I do is...

Take you over to my mansion.

Give you a hot oil massage from head to toe.

You'll be ready for a quick sandwich.

They can get down with that.

Let me make it easy on you.

They're not concealing weapons.

Doesn't mean they're not deadly.

Aren't you lovely ladies?

Go pick up a couple of margaritas on me.

Oh, that mercy.

I

take it you

spotted Shifty over there.

One of these dancers with swizzle stick?

I'm all over him.

Look, just check out the place again and make sure there's nobody here who might

recognize me.

textbook match with a cia victim profile or a killer trying not to get noticed

Wow, this is so beautiful. Oh, yeah.

Oh, you ever get the urge to jump?

What?

Oh, look, a hand glider.

That's pretty dangerous.

Oh, come on. Not to Val Irons, I'm sure.

Oh, well, he'd be surprised.

Hot tubs are more my speed. Oh, yeah? Well, you're in luck, because that is my

personal hot tub.

The public is not welcome.

Well, I'm not the public.

So, uh, Val.

Why are you really here?

Oh, well, you know, I was talking to this plastic surgeon, Dr. Gold, before

was killed and... Wait, did you say Gold?

What, you know him?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry I interrupted.

Well, I didn't want to worry you about anything, but we thought that maybe the

next victim might end up here.

Now, then again, he probably came up here for nothing.

Maybe not.

He's in there and he's not alone.

Frank, I didn't think you'd find me.

I just followed the plastic trail.

We just spend it on clothes, facelifts.

Frank, you're scaring me. It's a waste of money.

We're going to find you in more little pieces in the L .A. subway.

What do you want to play, Patty?

All right, tough guy. Time to answer some questions. Who sent you,

the tabloids or what's -her -husband?

They're going to find you in more little pieces than L .A. Subway.

It's a script. What do you think? I do harm to a beauty like that?

You know how long I've been trying to get her up here?

I'm Frank Sight.

The movie producer.

Corpse Christy?

Chunks of a woman at Frank's, eh? In the flesh, thanks to you.

God forbid I should keep a low profile.

Look, the girl wants a speaking part, but her husband's got my fasting couch

under surveillance 24 -7.

Next time, stick to reading the lines. You'll live longer. Oh, great.

Beautiful and naive. Maybe I can interest you in a foreign, eh?

Tasha.

Go for Tash.

You want to tell me why there's a flower chart down here by the spa pump?

Houston, we got a problem. We've got to find Val Weston right away.

Val, no!

Stop!

Get away! Wait!

What? Wait from the hot tub. Fellas, what is the problem?

This is your brain.

This is your brain on hot tub.

This is your private hot tub, isn't it?

I think you guys just found out who your killer's next target is.

Me.

Take yours.

I'm going to go check on Val.

See if she's done anything.

My real name is Bob Porter.

Up until two years ago, I was a federal agent in deep cover.

I was after a drug dealer by the name of Adam Banta.

Banta?

Didn't he, like, roast in some fire? Oh, yeah. We were about to bust him, got

past an army of punks protecting his identity, and all hell broke loose.

His stronghold went up like the Fourth of July.

So when did you become Lewis Weston?

Oh, that was after I testified against his cartel.

Pulled up so many of his lieutenants, I figured, hey, good time for Bob Porter

to disappear.

I think that disappearance involved a visit to Dr. Gold.

Oh, yeah.

I had my face changed a bit for insurance.

I just got an email from Detective Grisby. Dr.

Gold was definitely murdered.

Shot up with insulin and pentothal. Yeah, my demo.

The insulin fakes a heart attack.

But not before the pentothal loosens his lips.

The gold was stamped by someone trying to find you.

Adam?

Guess what I'm looking at.

He's still alive, isn't he?

I didn't know Valerie Iron's protection was on the job.

Boy, it's going to be harder to get to the Pope.

Oh, baby, don't worry.

I've got one of these homing devices on every car, truck, and two -wheeler out

there.

He bolts, I cover him like a rug.

I want you to make that son of a bitch burn.

I want to watch him suffer the way he made me suffer.

Sugar.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, everyone's a suspect.

So how do you want to handle it?

Me?

Well, in case that wasn't clear, I want VIP protecting me.

So what's the plan?

Right. Um, the plan. Well, actually, I thought what we would do... Hold on now.

No offense, but I want to hear what your boss has to say.

Okay. Okay.

Sure.

For starters, nobody comes or goes without photo ID.

Especially flower delivery men.

Check. And, uh... Um... We could set up V35.

V35?

Motion detector.

Yes, yes.

And, um, for extra precautions, we'll do the 37th, 38th, and 39th.

Okay?

Tasha, I think you should go undercover. Maybe, you know, work on the insides.

The masseuse outfit would probably look great on you.

Nikki, aerobic constructor?

Keep your buns tight and your ears open.

Usual, got it, boss.

Quick. Pool area?

Sure, yeah.

Try and blend in. You know, wear a thong or something like that.

Can do.

Kay, don't forget your palm top thingy, just in case we need you.

Val, Valerie, where will you be in case we need you?

Oh, well, I'll be right on top of Louis.

I'm flattered.

Okay, chop, chop, let's go.

Poof, be gone.

Check in with me later.

Right, check in with you later.

You know what is so funny about that? Okay, okay.

I'm going.

I'm going to have to kill him, okay?

There's an assassin in here. She could be too tired to even lift a gun.

And four, three, two, one.

Walking down the street.

Her head is about to beat.

She is caught up in heat.

She's got an ass.

Kay, how long have you been here?

Not long.

I went to the inhalation room, the immersion tank. It's got a facial.

And I'm doing the mud bath in five minutes.

And you look good, so that's great.

Thank you.

Where's Lewis?

Lewis?

I've got some business to do.

You like him, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

He's a former cop.

It's a good mix.

A cop, you know, if I'd handle things, former.

They don't have to wait up every night watching Conan, wondering if this is the

night he's not going to come home, leaving you with three kids and a

Paquina. Not knowing how to shut off the gas if there's an earthquake.

Val, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?

Oh, yeah.

Whatever.

But don't you worry. I know there's a crazy killer around here somewhere, and

I'm still on duty.

Oh, oh, can I have a raspberry smoothie?

I'm not a waitress. I'm a masseuse, remember?

I knew that outfit would work on you.

Thank you.

And what about my smoothie?

Looks like we have a confirmed room for two at Red Oak, Mr. Johnson.

Nice work, Mrs. Johnson.

You

sure

you've got enough protection?

I've got some 15.

It should keep you from burning up.

Do you ever get sick of rubbing oil all over the ladies?

No, I don't really do it too often.

Oh, it feels like you're pretty experienced.

So, how about you? You got somebody back home in L .A. to make sure you don't

burn? I have a roommate.

She's in Whittier right now, visiting her mom.

Oh, Whittier's nice.

Yeah, so is right here.

Was something happening right here?

I don't know. I have my top off.

Here you go.

One raspberry smoothie.

Thanks, Kate.

You're welcome.

Good timing.

Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for ten minutes.

Sorry, I'm new here.

What kind of massage were you looking for?

Anything that's going to take away the pain.

You got it.

Oh, it's been a strange couple of years. One minute I'm a federal agent, then

I'm a drug pusher, and now I'm the manager at a spa.

That's an interesting resume.

Yeah. I mean, who knows when I'm going to be next.

What do you mean?

Come here.

You know I've got a price on my head.

I could be dead tomorrow.

Yeah, but that's why I'm here.

Yeah, but you can't be here forever.

Well, let's just enjoy the moment now, then.

What?

Mom. Mom, let's go!

Come on, honey, let's get out of here!

Oh, man, now we're gonna need a lot more.

What if this doesn't work?

Well, uh, you're not afraid to take off a few more clothes, are you?

I'm not if you're not.

Now it's your turn.

No smoke?

No. What's the question?

Diversion.

I got her.

We're down weapon.

Come on.

Come on.

Come

on,

honey. Let's go.

You all right? What took you guys so long?

Get out of here, guys. Yeah.

Come on.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson supposedly checked into room 204 this morning.

He's an accountant.

He's a third grade teacher in Pomona.

Pomona, Vegas.

Before you did Pomona, I don't think that was the third grade teacher I took

out.

There were definitely two people here. Quick. I'm all over it.

I'm linking up with the Federal Fingerprint Database.

One for each glass.

Mystery guests.

Sign in, please.

Check this out.

Penicillin insulin.

Looks like we found Dr. Gold's killer.

I've got a hit.

Karen Wright, age 32.

She's tied to Adam Banta's drug cartel. Banta's dead. Who's she tied to now?

This is weird.

The second set of prints belongs to Adam Banta.

Could have been right under our noses.

I killed Karen.

Did you bring me what I asked for?

Yeah, I got it right here.

Move it!

I want monitors set up.

Anyone tries to leave that spa,

I want to know about it.

So the rest of you, I want this quick and clean.

I want Valerie Irons' protection taken out.

But nobody, nobody but me, puts a bullet in Weston's head.

Understood?

Yeah, boss.

Understood!

Please proceed to the exit.

The chemical cell is under control.

Hurry up.

Chemical spill, huh?

Well, it was either that or tell him a bunch of killers might be after him any

minute. Good call.

Thank you.

I got everything we brought with us set up.

You said you could hold them all?

Is gasoline flammable?

Check this out. K's on to something.

This is the red oak, the road leading up to it, and the hills behind us.

And this is some kind of motor home that got here right after we did.

So someone's camping out?

I don't think they're camping.

When this truck blocked their view, they moved over to here.

Always in a position to keep an eye on us.

Which means they're watching us right now.

So, uh, what's the plan? The plan is we get the hell out of here.

We move you and Val Stan.

You think she's up for a ride?

Well, she's always up for a little action.

Still keeping my eyes closed.

Val,

you got a cat? Wait, you're at the beach. Go right to the penthouse. Be a

Here they come.

They're going off the road.

Got it covered.

Oh, yeah.

Well,

that was quiet for a while.

Oh, I guess not.

There's the caps.

We'll put down here. Hold on.

How many we got? Four.

Throw the smoke, quick.

bring in my house don't get any idea

Uh -huh.

No,

that's good.

That's good.

All right, go.

Go, go, go!

Nick, be good, boy.

Vance is not here.

He wouldn't have just taken off.

Unless he had somebody to take off after.

Has this ever happened before?

Yeah.

All the time.

The phone always rings when I don't want it to.

No, I'm talking about us.

Doing this.

We just met this morning. I know, it's crazy.

All right, I never said there was anything wrong with being crazy.

Val, it's Kay. Are you there? Pick up.

Val, listen to me.

Banta is still out there.

He's probably... What?

Val, he had a transmitter on that hang glider. He knows where you are. Get out

of there now.

What is it?

He's here.

And he's not alone.

Phone! Dead.

All right, where's your weapons locker?

Good idea, weapons locker. It's so...

Shoot. Kane and I emptied it.

Bad idea.

Look at something I have to tell you. Yeah, I know. You hate my guts. I mean,

look what I got you. No, no, no. I'm the one who brought you up here. You know,

I'm just going to go out there. I'm going to give myself up and maybe they

hurt you.

You'd do that for me?

That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. Follow me.

Okay.

A little hot water.

Okay. A lot of adrenaline cleaner.

Working straw dogs.

Okay, and baking soda.

And we can't forget to shut off the refrigerator light because that really

screwed up Auburn Happer and wait until dark.

Okay, these will work. All right.

Pull that tight.

I'll go rig the pool.

Back up. Back up, genius.

Looking for me?

It's time for me to enjoy a little pain in you.

All the way to the end. Come on.

All the way to the end.

Move! Go!

How's it going to feel when you see her 15 floors down, huh?

Now, why would that bother me?

I know you didn't care about me. I knew it.

Val. It's because of me. I keep on talking, I never shut up. I can't just

on going on. Val!

Oh, I'm sorry. You're trying to take my life.

for your own good, Val.

So Louis Weston disappears again.

I don't think it'd be any fun hanging around with a guy who still might have a

price tag on his head. Oh, come on. I'd miss the acid bath, hand gliding, steam

torture.

Hey, you know, maybe we'll run into each other again.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, I gotta go. The guys are waiting for me.

Yeah, I guess you better.

Take care, Louis.

Goodbye, Val.

Thanks for everything.

Okay, okay.

Bye.

They're coming.

Get your ass off my car.

You ready to go?

Yes. What, no goodbye kiss?

No. But he was so cute.

I say save him and leave him. Besides, what fun is it if no one's shooting at

you? Are you driving?

I've only known him for four days.

Bye.