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to our convention in the great state of California.

10 minutes more, maybe 15.

We need more time.

Not a problem. No reinforcements in sight.

Stay on them.

Tell me again why the Bozo Politico are meeting these protections.

Harris is the party's vice chairman, and a bigwig's apparently wanting him to,

uh, I don't know, present a good image.

Don't tell me.

Another jeweler that thinks the political opposite is Viagra.

Pervert. Harris is apparently a double threat.

Skirt chaser and lush, and we get to babysit him.

Oh, you know how those national conventions are, all those big, pointy

candidates' faces plastered all over them, being waved around by women in

pumps from Kentucky?

Extremely dangerous.

Pointy flags would be more of a challenge.

I was joking.

The thing that bugs me is... Oh!

Wilshire, I know a shortcut to the Civic Center right there.

Up there.

Something's going down.

Eek. It's like the North Hollywood shoe that all over.

Get us out of here, Nick.

You should constantly toe -tag if you don't help.

I sure could, Val.

Something for everyone.

Get the speed's pointy flag.

Hell with that.

Retro. What the hell is going on up there?

No,

I'll regroup your face. So much as move.

We need five minutes.

Good idea.

Come on.

Clear out!

What do you mean, clear out? It's suicide here, man.

Get yourself out while you can.

Shame. Shame.

Just right.

doors and let the customers have some fresh air if we had five minutes we

don't worry this is not finished

Smell it here.

So, these two action junkies happy now?

My dad was killed in the line of duty and bank robbery just happened.

Sorry, Nick, I didn't know.

Which bank was it?

This one.

The beautiful and lethal Valerie Irons.

Plucked from obscurity to head an elite Los Angeles bodyguard agency.

They know how to get things done.

Eventually.

Okay, Tasha. I'll let her know you're at the hotel with Vice Chairman Harris.

Were you guys still there when they shot this footage?

When this was shot, I was graduating from St. Teresa's School for Girls.

It's news footage from ten years ago.

Day your dad was killed.

I'm sorry.

Bad luck.

Got nailed in the back by a stray a block from the bank.

his life in today's attempted robbery was Nicholas Franco.

Police have released a recording of his final radio call.

Forget the bank. You hear me? Forget the bank. I'm going underground.

Franco, a widower who's behind a daughter, but is perhaps best known as

of a... I heard that radio call in my head about a million

times.

What did he mean by going underground?

I found him in a sewer grate.

LAPD said he abandoned his post when he was trying to hide.

Total bull.

My dad wasn't afraid of anything.

Shrapnel you dug out of the squad cars.

The robbers were using magnesium grenades and Teflon jacketed bullets.

My dad was killed with a Teflon jack.

Nick, I get where you're going, but those bullets are pretty common.

The LAPD database says in the last 10 years they've encountered Teflon

bullets in 138 cases.

What about mag grenades?

A little more rare.

25 cases.

Come on, Nick. Don't talk to yourself trying to prove a connection.

Last question.

How many times were mag grenades and Teflon jacks used by the same perp?

Only once.

A bank robbery at the Beverly Hills National Bank.

The day your father died.

You want a connection?

That crew today was the same one that killed my father.

Will you listen to me?

We had the cops outgunned.

Nobody planned on those armed skirts.

Hey. We got plenty of money, man.

That's something.

Yeah.

Got us some money.

We got us lots of money.

You like that, right?

Yeah, sure.

Money wasn't what we came after. Money wasn't the plan.

But you want money. Is that what I'm hearing?

I guess.

Yeah, well, then you just take it.

You're a freak.

You don't understand commitment.

So we know who those skirts are yet?

Yep. Valerie Irons Protection.

Wait, wait, wait. Go back.

Stop.

Franco.

Look at the date.

She's the daughter of that cop from ten years ago.

Franco, the one you said you shot.

What the hell is she doing there?

Well, there's no way she just turned down a wrong street.

She's on to us.

Have the boys.

Keep an eye on these VIPs. We're going to need a new plan.

Something I got to do.

So, Harris, what's it like organizing a campaign?

Thank you.

It's an enormous responsibility, choosing the person that might become

president of the United States.

Don't you just pick whoever the people voted for in the primaries?

Oh, most people have no idea what they really want.

And then some of us do.

All right, now, before you get all carried away, the chief of staff hired

keep your nose clean.

That's in a scandal -free convention.

Well, what are you, my mother?

Well, quick.

Looks like you're kind of a time.

Well, someone's got to do it.

There's my friend, Mr. Quick.

I hope Nicky's okay.

She'll figure it out.

Well, maybe.

I know I never got over my dad dying.

Val, your dad's still alive.

I didn't know that growing up.

Hey, that's funny.

What?

Inside the bank, there are eight customers.

But when they come outside, there are ten.

Ew, that's Mr. Stinky.

A civilian in a firefight doesn't exactly smell daisy fresh.

I wasn't talking about that.

It kind of smelled like my AMC pacer did when I first moved to L .A. There was

always that weird burning, melting smell behind the dashboard.

Like rubber?

Maybe.

Ooh, that's a negative.

Yuck, that's it. They were our best.

Like the bank robbers were wearing.

You mean Mr. Stinky could be one of them?

Ew, bank robber cooties are the worst.

You know, the oils on his hand may have left a fingerprint.

If we can lift it, we can trace it.

Lift what?

I'm pulling up the FBI's fingerprint database.

Okay, Val, stand still, all right, and focus.

Okay, I'll focus.

About, um...

New shoes.

Okay.

Very steady.

There it is.

And I got it.

Okay, Val, we're done.

Val. Val.

Cotton candy pink slingbacks.

Got him.

Carl Merrick, professional anarchist.

Wanted by the FBI and Interpol.

Anarchist. I thought he was a bank robber. Oh, don't you hate it when

on their resume?

Yeah, like saying you're a professional bodyguard? And so.

It says here he dropped out of sight in the early 90s.

I wonder where he's been.

The question is, why is he back?

We better tell Nick.

VIP's kind of working on two cases.

babysitting this Nimrod from political convention and the other one.

But I bet you already know.

I mean, you can see everything from up there, right?

So, we're after this guy, Merrick.

You got any pointers?

Anyways, I'm thinking of you.

Watch my back.

I wish I could have met your father.

Nikki!

I got him.

Son of a bitch, it's mine!

Nicky left that hospital two hours ago, and I haven't heard one little peep.

Nick's a trooper. A little flash powder's not going to stop him.

You got that right.

Huh? Oh, my gosh.

Nicky, are you okay?

Pinch my corneas. We'll snap back.

Doctor said she should take it easy.

Doesn't look like she has much of a choice. Listen quick.

I might be fine with a bath, but that doesn't mean I still can't throw you

across the room.

Okay, okay.

Before anybody blows a microchip, let's just remember we're VIP.

You know what that stands for.

Vision is preferred.

Kay's right.

It's too dangerous for you to be out in the field.

Whatever. I owe it to my dad to stay on Merrick's butt.

Speaking of Mr. Anarchy, listen to this.

Turns out his fingerprints match a man named David Brass, who was just released

from the Wyoming State Prison for serving eight years for arson.

They probably never knew it was really Merrick.

Wyoming. Figures.

The question is, how do we find Mr. Boney?

Well, I think it's time to visit some snitches.

Should I release the Toshinator?

No need.

I'm sure Harris is keeping her plenty busy.

Good afternoon.

Afternoon, young lady. There you go. Write that for you.

Tell me why we have party business at the beach.

Being National Vice Chairman is hard work.

I need to reach out and touch American voters.

God bless America, young lady.

Yeah. Hey, by the way, while we're at the beach, would it kill you to wear a

thong?

Hold the electorate on your own time. We have a meeting to attend.

Oh, later.

It's for the League of Women Voters.

Oh.

Well. I'll change in the car.

Like I said, things have changed a little since you were in the river.

Jay Harris, a high -ranking politico in town for the National Convention.

Mr. Harris could be very useful to us.

Merrick, he's a bigwig. We don't need any more attention on him.

No, no, no. I'm just saying, make VIP think they're clients in deep sludge.

And they're all in a wild goose chase. Out of our way.

No, not all of them.

This one's mine.

Judson, my man.

Hey, Brother Q.

Finally come by to check out some of that choice.

High fidelity, huh?

Got a new mini subwoofer guaranteed to get your lady vibrating at just the

frequency. Man, you'd be doing the Macarena in no time.

Nah, man, I'm looking for a guy who just came into town.

Always some guy.

How come you're never looking for supermodels?

You're not.

Tell me more about this guy.

Dude just got out of the pen in Wyoming.

Had honcho in that Bev Hills bank job yesterday.

Yeah.

Yeah, some cat was just bragging about that.

Scored some heavy cake, but said the gig wasn't down.

Then?

And that's all I remember, I mean.

Dude came by about an hour ago. Picked some speakers out of the catalog.

Big suckers. I mean, if you were Dracula, you could sleep in them, you

You hook him up?

You know this.

Send him over to my website, homie, for delivery.

Nice speakers.

You guys looking to shatter the sound barrier?

Go, go, go!

Look in!

Nick, we merited your way in a white cube truck.

Thanks. We're there.

Val, hunt it.

I'm going plenty fast, Nikki.

I'm driving like a bird out of hell.

You're going 46.

It's hard to do car chases. You've got to watch out for speed bumps, all those

little baby squirrels. Are you looking at me?

Yeah, I am.

Then who's watching the road?

Once it's done, you've got to do it yourself.

girl can't see.

Now this is fun.

I get to cap my second Franco.

Some wild time we had last night, huh?

You're Tasha Dexter?

She is one hell of a kisser.

I can tell you this, but you were with Quick.

Not possible.

Oh, there he is.

There he is. There's the party animal.

So, uh, so you, you and I were alone last night?

Yeah, right after I pried you off that tall brunette you were sucking face

So you and I, we looking for a punch in the nose?

Listen, now that we got all that strained out, what's on your agenda?

Well, after a half gallon of this, I'm going to do it civic, preview my new

speech.

This is direct for you, sir.

No doubt.

I met you last night, and you are hot.

Well, just when I'm having fun, too.

A crisis.

One of our deep pockets in the flyover stage.

Well, quick job to lighten the load.

Then I'm off for a conference call.

I can handle the first part of this without you boys.

Boys.

Politicians.

To say we were close doesn't even come close.

My dad was my idol.

Taught me everything about life.

Cars.

Guns.

I could tell the Beretta 92F just by the heft.

Those 9mm slugs, anchor the gun in your hand.

You can almost feel them leave the chamber.

You know they're going to slice anything that gets in their way.

Good thing I can't see.

I know it ain't going to be pretty.

Now, what's Merrick up to?

You've got no right. You're not cops.

Technically, no.

But personally, I think Nicky's a little too violent to be on the Los Angeles

police force.

As a matter of fact, I feel like a donut.

Let's go, Kay. No, wait.

You can't leave me alone with her.

Now, don't go making a mess like you did last time.

Have fun, Nick.

You know, Johnny and Quick will check all night.

You better check on him.

Merrick will kill me.

Merrick killed my father. Killing you might be the closest thing I get to

revenge if you don't spill it right now.

All right, all right.

What's he doing with the speakers?

He doesn't need speakers.

He doesn't care about speakers.

He needs something big enough to hide explosives in.

Where?

Lots of explosives.

Where?

All right, Nick, thanks.

Merrick's using the speakers to hide explosives, but we don't know why. Oh,

do now.

Harris is gone.

I went to get him in the men's room and found this.

Meet me at the Venice boardwalk or Harris dies.

Merrick.

Merrick, they're buying it.

The IP is officially off your back.

I'll keep Harrison entertained.

Come on, let's go.

Feeling good?

Yeah. You can go right on.

You think Harrison's playing us?

He said there was a carousel.

Okay. Harris is supposed to rehearse his speech. He obviously didn't want to do

that. What else did he have on his schedule?

That's it for today.

2 p .m. rehearsed speech followed by a sound check at the podium.

Whoa, whoa. Run that by again.

Rehearsed speech followed by a sound check?

You're supposed to give the speech from the podium so they can check the sound

levels.

From the speakers.

Speaker's big enough to hold explosives in.

Could be a coincidence.

There's already too many coincidences to this gig.

Yeah, I agree with Nick.

If Merrick tailed you to the cemetery, he could also know we're guarding

Smokescreen. To keep us from the real target.

Hey, where are you going?

Keep up, Kay.

Civic Auditorium.

Okay, we're there, too. Come on.

I thought Merrick was trying to rob the bank.

Was he?

My dad ran into Merrick a block away.

Forget the bank. I'm going underground.

Merrick's an anarchist.

What year was the Civic Auditorium built?

Hold on. I'll find out.

1962.

Height of the cold world, nuclear.

Civic buildings like that were frequently built with underground

shelters in the sub -basement. You can see it right here.

No, I can't.

Sorry, Nikki.

I bet the basement has a tunnel.

You're exactly right.

A tunnel that leads directly to the Beverly Hills National Bank.

Of course.

Civic would have had the deepest basement. When they built the bank, they

linked the two in case of an air raid.

If that would have helped.

Kay, when was the last time L .A. hosted a national convention?

Oh, really? When?

Ten years ago, the day your dad died.

What are you doing?

I know where Merrick's planning his bomb.

I'm calling Val.

We've got a security breach. We need your help planning all these people out

here. Come on. Okay, go.

That movie came out long before I was born. It was so freakishly future.

Val!

Sorry.

Hey.

I wish we weren't so right all the time.

I have a wicked feeling about this.

Some text.

A boatload of it.

I hope that boat has oars because we're up a creek without a paddle.

Mary's taken down this whole damn building.

There's nothing you can do.

Well,

you gotta start somewhere.

Don't move.

What are you smiling at?

You'll find out.

I can't do it blind.

No, no, I'm serious. What is this? I'm not a cosmologist.

That's why I'm going to talk you through it.

Rule number one, forget that this can turn you into Val McNuggets.

Well, I wasn't really thinking that, but thank you for the image.

When you get this puppy open, look for two wires.

I know, I know. Red wire, blue wire.

You're going to say cut the red wire. I'm going to say, are you sure? You're

going to say no. So I'm going to put the snippers right on the red wire. In the

very last minute, I'm going to move over and snip the blue wire and shut down

this party pooper.

I can show you the door or the floor.

It's gonna be a guy.

Never learn.

We're toast.

Unless... We can't defuse the detonator, but we can separate it from the

semtech, so at least it won't blow up the whole building.

Great. The detonator's got its own kick.

It'll still fry us.

Great. So flip the contact from the circuit board.

Well, what if there's three circuit boards?

Pick one.

Just don't touch the long one or we're history.

Oh, no, that is so not encouraging.

If I were a circuit board, which one would I be?

Circuit board?

Circuit board.

Greg Brady lost the surfing contest because he had that bad luck tiki.

And Bobby had bad luck too because he had that gnarly spider incident.

And Peter.

Peter's the middle brother. He had no bad luck at all. It's the middle one.

the middle one.

Trash scoop.

We can escape through here.

Ew. Oh, God. It smells like feet.

Where are we?

trash chute great except for one thing but we're in the sub -basement

empties here

You Frankos, you keep turning up like a bad penny. I guarantee that'll be the

last time you have that problem. Come and get it.

Oh, no, I got it. I got it. Don't worry. Oh, my God.

Daddy should have paid for boxing lessons.

I'm going to kill you like I killed your big father.

Say cheese, cheese bar.

My

dad didn't

buy me boxing lessons.

Taught me himself.

Winner and still champ, Nicky Franco.

Should we get rid of that bomb?

That was a certified medical procedure.

I swear.

How'd they find you?

We're caught in a compromising position.

We're parked in a red zone.

That's why I always valet.

Watch out! That stinky anarchist's coming through!

You're lucky I didn't stick you down that sewer, too.

But you've got a worse place to go, and this ain't Wyoming.

You can see again?

Told you.

You must have someone watching your back.

Yeah, I do.

So, it's a Nikki getting her vision back.

It's a vow for lending me your eyes.

I found it! Yeah, my ring. I thought I lost it.

Hey, you guys.

Sorry I'm late.

This arrived for you just as I was leaving.

Oh, that's probably my free gift from Calvin Klein.

Wow. The police department posthumously gave my father the Medal of Valor.

That's the least we can do.

I'm going to take some solo time. I'll catch you guys later.

A couple of words from the rumble in the subterranean jungle.

Yeah.

What is this?

What is this?

Strike a pose, Nicky. My girl.

So Val, what is this Peter Brady technique you used on the bomb?

It was a no -brainer. Remember the episode when the Brady Bunch went to

and he had the Tiki God and Peter brought it back and the curse was

I cut the metal wire.

Actually, Val.

Who is Bobby Brady who ended that curse?

For

another

VIP biography, Nicolette Franco, born 1972, Los Angeles, California.

Specialty, explosives and ballistics.

High -speed driving, small arms fire, kickboxing, more explosives, tactical

assault weapons, demolition, speedboat racing.

I have kind of a smart mouth.

Don't tell me.

Another jewel is a safe political option, Viagra. I might be fine with

That doesn't mean I still can't throw you across the room and get myself in

trouble sometimes.

This one's mine.

I'm a perfect shot.

Nikki, there's not a better person out there to blow up by anything you want.

They broke the mall when they made her.

Are you looking at me?

Yeah, I am. Then who's watching the road?

I dug a spot.

Son of a bitch, it's mine.

Yeah, I have a soft side to me.

Killing you might be the closest thing I get to revenge if you don't spill it.

There's a girl's side to me.

Me and Johnny, we're friends.

He's so cool.

However, I like him, okay?

But I don't want to let him know. Think it's time to visit some snitches?

Well, the things I love to do the most are drive fast cars, shoot big guns, and

I like to make bombs and blow things up.

and so I'm out there helping people and saving lives.