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CHARLIE:
Once upon a time,

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

two in Les Ange/es. ..

the other, in San Francisco,

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.

[m]

MAN: All drivers
are requested to attend

the pre-start drivers’
meeting in one hour.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

The, uh, stunt extra,
he's not here yet?

Nobody's here.
We're closed on Saturday.

That's terrific.

I mean,
leave it to a lousy bit player

to louse things up
when you're in a hurry,

you know?

What's your name?

Ed Stone.

Ed.

Hey, Ed, your boss,

Mr. Montaigne,
he no doubt told you

that I need a few pickup shots
for a film I‘m doing?

No. No, he didn't.

He didn't call you
this morning?

No.

You want to shoot
part of a movie here?

Well, I mean, that
was the plan.

Look, see, I've got
this camera,

and I need a shot of that car
speeding up to this gate.

It'll have to be open.

You see, one of
the masked men,

he fires his revolver
and the guard goes down.

Now, the car
comes speeding through,

right up to that building.

Two men get out
and run inside.

There ain't nobody
gonna run in that building.

It's maximum security.

Nobody gets in there,
not even me.

I know, I know.

Your boss, Mr. Montaigne,
he explained it to me.

I do a pickup shot of him
back at the studio set

going through a door.

Oh, I see.

I've got an idea.

Hey, how would you like
to make 200 bucks, fast?

How?

You be the guard.

Me?

Sure.

You can fall down
like you're shot,

ca
nr
tyou?

I don't know.

Look, let's call
Mr. Montaigne, okay?

I'll explain to him

exactly what we want

so you won't get
into any problems.

No trouble. Fair enough?

$200.

Sure can’t hurt to ask.

Great. Let's call him.

Wait. Don't get near that gate
till I turn off the switch.

We'll be up to our necks
in alarm systems

and 10,000 volts
of electricity.

It'll just take a second.

Sure, sure.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Mr. Montaigne?

Okay!

Camera's running!

Now you see the car.

They're not going to
stop now, Ed!

Go for your gun!

Hello?

This is
tarry Montaigne.

Hello?

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

CHARLIE:
When Larry Montaigne
got out to his plant

an hour ago,

the maximum security
building

had been blown,

and two cores
of libidrium

had been stolen.

Libid...

What did you say, Charlie?

Libidrium, Kelly

it’s a new space
age solid fuel

that Montaigne's company
has de veloped,

which he hopes
to sell to NASA.

He's due to present it
to the Pentagon

in less than a week.

Sounds like pretty
exotic stuff, Charlie.

How do you fence
something like that?

There’s only one way

You sell it to
a foreign power.

And that means
whoever stole it

will be taking it
out of the country.

Mm-hmm,

which puts us
on a very tightschedule.

Charlie, any idea
of where we ought to start?

Well, since the guard
was killed,

we have no
descriptions

to go on.

l’d suggest
that you go out to the plant.

See if you can find anything.

Has our client alerted
the local authorities,

Charlie?

No, Sabrina.

He feels,
for security reasons,

his own people

are better equipped
to handle this,

for the moment,
at least.

The y’ve set up
road blocks

and inspection points

around the area,
but as yet,

they've come up
with nothing.

That’s why Montaigne
called us.

Listen, Charlie, these two
fuel cores of libidrium,

what do they look like?

They’re cylindrical,

four feet long,

five inches
in diameter,

yellow in color.

They weigh nearly
300 pounds apiece

and if the outer casing
should be cracked,

they are
dangerously radioactive.

As you can see,

this is a tough one.

l’ll stay in
constant touch.

Good luck, Angels,

and as the NASA people say,

proceed with extreme caution.

Absolutely.

Well, where does one

start looking
for something

when one doesn't know
what one is looking for?

Well, maybe somebody
dropped something?

Like a nice,
easy clue?

Well, let's
get going, huh?

Okay. See you later.

Okay.

Could you open that
for me, please?

Thank you.

Hey, Bosley.

Bosley, you guys
come here a minute.

Come here.

You got something?

ldon't know. Look at this.

Now, we got fresh tire tracks,
right?

But they're kind of odd.

Now, look how narrow they are.

Look at that.

Looks like
from an old car.

Yeah. Very old.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Remember just
driving up here,

we passed through
that little town

about 20 miles back?

Yeah, Termo.

Yeah, but do you
remember

there was a sign
over the main street?

There was a banner,
something about a rally.

Yeah, but an
antique car rally.

All drivers
are requested to attend

the pre-start drivers'
meeting

in one hour.

All entrants

who have not received
their gas rations,

please proceed to
the pit area.

[KNOCKING]

Charlie, hold on
just a second.

Bosley’s back.
Hello.

Hi.

Hi, Bos. Any luck?

Well, some.

Did you get me
a present?

Are you kidding?

This is a mold of
the tire track

we found
at the scene ofthe robbery.

Now, I took this,

sent it down
to a pal of mine

who works
at the LA. police lab.

Yeah?

Well, he's an expert
in this kind of stuff,

and he says that this comes
from a tire

that would fit

on any 1925 to ‘29 Chevys,

or 1925 to '29
Oldsmobiles,

1926 Fords,

or most
of the Cadillacs

made in the late
1920s.

Wow.

Well, I think

I've seen cars
of that type

since we've been here.

Look, all we have to go on
are those cars and this place.

I agree.

Charlie, um...

I think we're going to need
a cover.

A very expensive cover.

Okay, now, the number

ofthe tire
we're looking for

is 1220 RX.

Right.

Okay, I'll go
introduce myself

to the rally director

and establish
our cover.

Okay, why don't we
meet back at the hotel

in an hour
and compare notes?

I wonder what kind of costumes
Charlie sent out.

I don't know.

Something appropriate for
this old relic, I suppose.

Oh, Bosley.

I don't think
you're an old relic... yet.

Very amusing,
very amusing.

Well, I'll go find
the rally director.

I'm going to try
to unwind my body
from this car.

WOMAN: Mr. Black, Mr. Black.
There’s a phone call for you.

Please report to the trailer.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

for those of you who wish
to purchase refreshments,

there are stands by the
library and another
one inside.

Drivers, please be certain

your logs
are properly filled out

to avoid disqualification
when we reach Santa Barbara.

You're the boss man.

And you're...

Kelly Garrett,
American Antique
Car Magazine.

I've never heard
of that one.

Oh, it's new.
Daddyjust bought it for me.

You wouldn't have heard of it.

Oh, you must be Daddy's girl.

Well, he wants me to learn
the value of a dollar.

Let's see.

The last time I checked,
it was worth 34 cents.

You sound like an economist
orsomething.

I used to be
a financial consultant

for a stock brokerage firm.

Used to be?

I made the mistake

of following my own advice
on some stocks.

Fall down and go boom?

I guess you could
put it that way.

Okay.

You're smart
and you're handsome,

but you're not rich.

Two out ofthree ain't bad.

But good enough
for a pretty like you?

My, my. You are rather direct.

I'm spoiled.
I like rich and pretty things.

So do I, actually.

In fact,

I'd like to go along
with the group,

do a full-color story
on the rally.

Maybe you could help me.

It's worth discussing.

What's in it for me?

Now, that is direct.

Shall we talk about it
over coffee?

I thought you were a man
with champagne tastes.

Have you checked
the price of coffee lately?

I don't believe
I have.

All drivers,

be sure you're
in your proper costumes

and registered with
the starter

one hour prior to departure.

WOMAN: There's a phone call
for a Mr. Rich.

Mr. Rich,
there is a phone
call for you.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm a magazine writer.

I'm interested in cars
that were built in this year.

Look, lady,

we have work to do
before the start.

We don't have time to talk.
Do you mind?

Hey, whatever's fair.

Excuse me.

MAN: Dr. Persarlaff,
please go to the starter

and pick up a log sheet.

You into tires,
pretty thing?

Oh, no.
Magazine writer.

I'm doing an article
about the rally.

Well, anything you want to
know, all you've got to
do is ask.

Joe Marshall.

Hi, Joe. Kris Munroe.

Hey, what he doesn't know

would fill a book.

Anything
you want to know

about these sweet, old gems,

talk to me, Todd Hendricks.

Hi.
You see that Chevy over there?

What about it?

Do you know those two guys?

No. Why?

Well, see, I have this theory.

I think
that the cars people choose

reflect their real
personality.

So what kind of personalities
drive antique cars?

Hmm. Well, let's see.

They're aggressive,
imaginative, punctual,

which kind of reminds me,

do you know what time
those guys got here?

Well, we signed in
about 10:00 this morning.

They came... a little later.

Thanks.

You're a prince.

Any time, pretty face.

Are you looking for something?

Yeah, well,
a story, hopefully.

A story?

Yeah, my name is,
uh, uh...

Sabrina Duncan.

I'm with a magazine.

We're covering
the rally.

You're Mr...

Nichols. Carl Nichols.

Mr. Nichols.

Gee, ldon't recall
seeing you here

this morning.

What time
did you get here?

Around 10:00.

Ah, I see.

Well, it's, uh...

Really a beautiful
machine.

Could you tell me
a little bit about it?

There's nothing particularly
unusual about my car.

Really? I thought all
these cars were
kind ofspecial.

I mean, mine's no more
or no less special

than the others.

Ah.

Well, it's really a beauty.

What kind of engine

you got in that thing
anyway?

I wasn't going to steal it.

Sorry.

We antique buffs
get a little over-protective

sometimes.

There's a lot of money
invested, you know?

Hope I didn't bruise anything.

No, no.

I like my hands dirty.
They look kind of lived-in.

Just startled me
a little bit,

that's all.

I'm not
into shoving ladies around,

especially pretty ones.

Oh, thank you.

Can I buy you dinner
or something,

make up for it?

Uh, maybe later.

Sure.

No hard feelings, huh?

No, no, uh...

no hard feelings...

Uh, so long.

All drivers,

be sure you're
in your proper costumes

and registered
with the starter

one hour prior to departure.

WOMAN:
Where do you find parts
for these cars?

I don't know.

Lovely, isn't it?

Yes.

Eight cylinders,

chrome rings,

advanced spark
distributor,

20 amp generator,

updraft carburetor,
and...

Would you like a sip?

Oh, thank you.

You, uh, certainly
know your cars...

And your wine.

Are you an aficionado?

No, I'm just an admirer
of old cars...

and mature women.

If you are attempting
to flatter me,

you're doing a divine job.

Would you...

join me?

Ah, thank you.

I'm sorry,
but I'm afraid I...

I didn't
get your name.

Martha.

Martha Milton.

John Bosley.

Do you, uh...

Do you own
many of these antiques?

Oh, heavens, no.

I can hardly afford this one.

It... It was my husband's
one extravagance.

Oh, are you recently widowed?

I'm just over the pain of it.

Well, you have recovered
most charmingly.

Are you, um... attached?

No.

Uh... What time did
you arrive?

Just this morning,
after breakfast.

Well, to your timely arrival,
Miss Milton.

And to yours, Mr. Bosley...

or may I call you John?

John.

I already like the way
it trips off your tongue.

Keystone Cops?

Yeah, well,

| always did feel
that Charlie had

a somewhat droll
sense of humor.

Well, it does fit the car
that he sent us.

Too bad they don't fit us.

Okay, look, so much
for our cover wardrobe.

Now, what have we got
in the way of suspects?

0h.

I found two cars

whose tires
fit this mold.

Here, look at this.

The first one is
a 1928 Chevy.

Came in sometime
before noon.

Two guys working on it,

both very
uptight types.

What's with
the hurry-up paint job?

Well, that's just it.

That's what I
couldn't find out,

and I also couldn't
find out their names.

Uh, let's see,

this other one
is a 1929 Cadillac.

Couple of fellows

named Marshall
and Hendricks.

Seem to be
pleasant enough.

They came in
about 10:00 this morning.

Okay, I got a '29 Olds

with the same
RX-20 tires.

It's owned by a man
named Carl Nichols.

He says he came in
around 10:00,

and when I tried to look at
the engine, he got very upset.

Well, that
last one there

is the touring sedan
that I found

with the tires on it
that we're looking for.

Very elegant car.

Hmm. Elegant lady.

What time
did she sign in?

She says
shortly after breakfast.

Who is she, Bosley?

Uh...

As I recall,

I think her name
might be Milton.

Martha Milton, I think.

Bosley?
Think? Might?

This is

very unpositive
detective work.

I should say.

Well, no, as a matter of fact,
it definitely is Martha.

She's a very engaging person.

Well, she certainly
doesn't look like the type

that would pull off a robbery.

No, I wouldn't spend
any more time
with her, Bosley.

Nah, nah, forget her.

KRIS: No.

Anyone this engaging

certainly isn't
the criminal type.

Oh, I agree.

She, uh...

You must remember,
though,

that she could...
she could have accomplices.

Hmm. Never thought of that.

Oh, yes, I think

she definitely, uh...
deserves further observation.

I think that we should
run these cars
and their owners

through Charlie's computer

and see what
kind of background

we can come up with
for her.

Good idea. In the meantime,

I'll check with the rally
director again, Jeffers.

He has a list
of all the entrants

and the times they signed in.

Whoever pulled off
that robbery this morning

couldn't have gotten here
much before the noon deadline.

Do you think this Jeffers is
gonna let you look
at the list?

He's a fellow
with money problems.

I might have
to grease his palms a little.

Well, if you do,
make it cheap grease,
will you?

Because the overhead
costs of this case

are getting
frightfully expensive.

And not terribly tasteful.

You look great.

Look at this.

ANNOUNCER:
Drivers, please be sure

your logs
are properly filled out

to avoid disqualification
when we reach Santa Barbara.

Hi.

Well,
the magazine lady.

Do you mind?

I'll even buy you
another cup of coffee.

Well, for a man

on the brink
of bankruptcy,

you do have
a generous heart.

Not really.

ljust figure
it I'm nice to you,

I might find a way
to turn a buck.

I might know a way.

You've just captured
my interest.

You have the
official entry sheet

the contestants sign

when they arrive here
and enter the competition.

Yes.

Well, I'd like
to see it.

Why?

My seeing it
bother you?

No.

ljust can't figure out
why you'd want to.

Well, I'm a reporter,

and when I write this story,

I'm going to need names,
model numbers...

facts in general.

Makes sense, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

How much are you
willing to pay?

How much do you want?

How does $1000 sound?

It sounds to me
like you think that
entry sheet

is more important
than it should be.

As a matter of fact,

it has proven
to be more valuable

than I would have
ever imagined.

Meaning what?

It's a private joke.

I'll give you 500,
and that's my best offer.

Okay, you've got a deal.
Come on.

This guy, Jeffers,
what's he trying to pull?

I don't know.

What did you tell him
when we got here?

I told him we wanted
to get into the rally.

He told me the deadline
to enterwas past,

so I gave him 500 bucks.

He said okay,

changed the time
on the entry sheet.

You sure he hasn't guessed
why we're really here?

What we've got?

He thinks we're a couple
of antique car nuts.

Okay, but suppose

that lady reporter
starts asking questions.

We haven't got time
for questions, Greeves.

We've got millions
riding on this.

I know, I know.

So what do we do?

These two could accidentally

blow the whole thing
for us.

They can't blow it for us...
if they're not breathing.

You mean, uh... kill them?

Slade, we've got no choice.

It's just like you said.

We've got millions
riding on this one.

Let's go.

I've got the entrants'
sign-up sheets

here in my trailer.

Okay, later for her.

We better
get out of here

before we draw
a crowd.

I don't know. I didn't get
a look at theirfaces,

but there was definitely
two of them.

Are they going to
call off the rally?

No. Jeffers has an assistant
named Danner,

and he's going
to take over for him.

Well,

we can be certain
about one thing.

Whoever pulled
that robbery

is still here at the rally.

The question is, why?

Why are they still
hanging around?

Probably because
they need a cover.

They've got to figure

that all the roads
out ofthe robbery area

are being watched,

which, as we know,
they are.

Now, the cars will get
to Santa Barbara

sometime tomorrow.

Santa Barbara's
on the coast.

Charlie said
they have to get
the fuel cores

out of the country.

The cores
could be hidden

in one ofthe cars.

Hey, take a look at these.

These are

the entrants'
sign-in sheets.

I took them
from Jeffers' trailer

right after the sheriff did
his preliminary investigation.

You know, I think

that his plan to give them--
or rather sell them to me

is what got him killed.

BOSLEY: Yeah, okay.
Fine, Charlie.

I'll get back to you.

Well, Charlie finished
his computer check

on our suspects.

Anything interesting?

Yes, as a matter
of fact.

Your friend Nichols.

He just recently
got out of prison,

serving two years
for embezzlement.

Well, I guess Mr. Nichols
deserves a second look.

Yes, and it holds true

for my lady friend,
Martha.

Charlie learned

that she is
from New York,

and her real name
is not Milton.

It is Harriman.

Miss Martha Harriman.

lwlll, of course,

continue my relationship
with Miss Martha Harriman.

Okay.

Kris, while Sabrina and Bosley
are doing that,

why don't you and I
take Jeffers' sign-in sheets,

talk to some
of the other contestants

and see if we can find
some discrepancies.

That's a good idea.

Hey, wait a minute.

That rally starts
in an hour.

I think we ought
to get in our uniforms.

Uh...

hello.

Pardon me, sir.

I hearyourengine
has been stolen.

Ah, well, I see
they've put it back.

Fear ofthe law,
no doubt.

That's cute. Very cute.

Yeah.

Well...

the old beauty
about ready?

Just about.

Think you can win?

I know I can.

And the winner gets
how much?

Five thousand.

Hmm.

You could really use the 5000,
Iguess,huh?

Anybody can use $5000.

Yeah,

I guess anybody
could use $5000...

01' more.

Hey, look.

You know
what I've decided to do?

I'm going to center my story
on you.

I mean, ex-con
trying to make good.

It's a terrific angle
and I love it.

How'd you find out about that?

Well, I'm a magazine reporter.

It's my job to know
about things like that.

So why pick on me?

I'm not picking on you.

I mean, um...

You're a solid
citizen again, right?

You don't have
anything to hide, do you?

No.

Well, then you shouldn't mind.
I tell you what.

You just get back to work
and I won't bother you.

I won't get in yourway.

I'll just sort of, urn...
observe, and, uh...

I won't get in your way.
Don't worry.

[WHISTLING]

WOMAN: They've got some
terrific costumes here.

Have you ever driven

one of those
old babies?

Hi.

Is that you, Kris?

Oh, hi. I hate my hat.

Any luck with that?

Oh, I'm not sure.

You have the first
page, right?

Yeah.

Well, I have
the second one,

and it picks up
all the entrants

and the arrival times

from who came in, oh,
after 10:00.

And?

And the first few
names and arrival times

have been scratched off.

So?

So look at the first car
that was finally entered.

Hendricks
and Marshall.

Right,

the two sweeties
I talked to.

Look at
the second name.

Sabrina's
uptight ex-con,

Mr. Nichols.

So what are you getting at?

Well,

maybe the scratched-out
area means

that somebody was juggling
with the check-in times.

Which couldn't
have been done

without Jeffers'
knowledge.

0r involvement.

Which may be tied

into Jeffers
being killed.

I think I better
have a little talk

with Hendricks
and Marshall,

then I'll talk
to Nichols.

Okay. I'll meet you outside
at the refreshment stand

in 30 minutes.

Okay.

Okay.

Let's get some coffee.
What do you say?

Okay.

Don't get up.

Oh, you know what?

You're probably wondering
why I was looking under there.

Sit down.

I know why you're
looking under there.

You're looking
for something.

You're a cop.

Did you say cop?

No, no,
wait a minute.

You got this
all wrong.

This is just
for laughs. See?

She and the one
who was with Jeffers,

they're working together.

Oh, no, no, no.
Wait a minute.

You have this all wrong.

Look, this isjust for fun.
Watch.

See? It's just a costume.

These aren't
costume bullets.

Well, pretty face,

you're just full
of surprises.

Sit down.

AN N O U N CE R:
The entries will now start
lining up

for departure
to Santa Barbara.

Marshall, Hendricks.
1929 Cadillac.

Theme, bank robbers.

Right.

Who's she?

Well, we had to take
a hostage.

Hostage?

When we robbed the bank,
we had to take a hostage.

Oh.

She really looks scared.

You people
are terrific.

All right.
You'll be the fourth car out,

leaving in about...

Ten minutes.

AN N O U N C E R:
All drivers he sure you're
in your proper costumes,

and register with the starter
one hour prior to departure.

All entrants who have not
received their gas rations,

please proceed
to the pit area.

Judging from your costume,
lwould assume

that you're making the trip
to Santa Barbara.

Yes, well,
that was my intention.

May I also assume that
I'll be seeing you there?

Well, there may not be time.

0h.

John, I have a confession
to make.

A confession?

I would not ordinarily
be so bold.

Maybe it's the wine,
but...

Oh, and the risk
of not seeing you again

forces me to speak out.

You see, John, lam not
what I appear to be.

0h?

No, my name is really
Harriman,

Martha Harriman.

My husband was
Roger Harriman.

I lied to you.

My interest in these
antique machines

is at best minimal.

Well...

Then why?

Well, I've attended
these functions

in order to meet people
such as you.

No, no, more specifically,
to meet someone like you.

Like me?

Yes, John, you.

Happily, the name
"Roger Harriman"

means nothing to you,
so let me explain.

I'm...
I'm not a woman of
modest means.

In fact, John,

I'm loaded.

Oh, well, Martha, I'm afraid
I've made an error
of judgment.

lwould love to continue
this conversation,

but I'm afraid that it will
have to be in Santa Barbara

tomorrow morning.
Oh, but you can...

Meanwhile, there is
a pressing matter

that just demands
my attention.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

0h...

AN N O U N CE R:
You children who are playing
in the gathering area,

please stay off the cars.

Thank you.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

for those of you who wish
to purchase refreshments,

there are stands by
the library and
another one inside.

Kelly, jump in,
quick.

[CLICKS SHUTTER]

Thank you.
Bye-bye.

Hey, either of you seen Kris?

No. We thought
she was with you.

Well, she was supposed to
meet me 10 minutes ago.

Oh, come on,
It's almost starting time.

I know. She didn't show.
That fellow behind
me over there

might have been watching us
together.

He's definitely
been following me

since Kris and I split.

In the gangster-type
costume?

Yeah, that's him.

Listen, Kris thinks she might
have found a discrepancy

between the times Hendricks
and Marshall arrived here,

and your friend, Mr. Nichols?

Yeah?

She was going
to see them.

Okay, let's go
talk to Nichols.

[HORN TOOTING]

They're multiplying.

Mr. Nichols,
we need to talk to you.

Sorry, out of time.

Well, you have
to make time.

Now, listen--
You listen!

We have a friend--
She's blonde. Her
name is Kris.

She's dressed like we are.
Has she been here to see you?

Nobody's been to see me.
What the devil's going on?

We're detectives, Mr. Nichols,
real detectives,

and our friend
might be in real trouble,

so if you've seen her--

This is a put-on, right?
Wrong!

Listen, I haven't seen
your friend, honest.

Are you sure about that?

You're not hiding anything,
right?

Right.

Then why have you been
so uptight

ever since
I've been here?

You're wasting our time,
Mr. Nichols.

Hey, it's no big thing.

I juiced up my compression
ratio a little.

Your compression ratio?

Yeah, you know, to give me
an edge on the competition.

That's why I didn't want you
to look at my engine.

Aha. Well, once a cheater,
always a cheater, huh?

I guess I believe you.

Let's go find
Marshall and Hendricks.

[MUFFLED STRUGGLING]

Hey, Kelly, look.

There's the guy
that was following you.

Hey, they've got Krisl

Oh, they're gonna
make a run for it.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

We're never going to
catch them in this.

Hey, Nichols' car.
Come on!

ANNOUNCER:
Hey, what are they doing?

You're going out ofsequencel

Look out!

Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

We're taking your car.
You are not taking this car.

Yes, we are.
We're taking your car.

I'll make you a deal.

You don't tell anybody
what we're doing,

we don't tell anybody
what you've been doing.

No way!

Get off the car.
Get off the car, dummy!

Stay with them, Bosley.

Go for it, Bos.

Smooth it out, Bosley.
You're oversteering.

How are we going to get
Kris out ofthere?

Very carefully,

because that fuel core's
probably in the car,

and if it gets crushed
or broken, it's radioactive.

Slow down, will you?
Let them pull up.

Okay. now.

[FIRING GUN]

Will you hold her!

Okay, Bosley, pull up
on their left rear fender.

And then what?

That area up there
is flat and it's sandy.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay. We give up.

All right, toss the hardware.

Now, nice and easy.

Hold it!
[FIRES WARNING SHOT]

Are you okay?

I'm great.

Oh, good. There.

Will you do me a favor?

Yeah, you name it.

See this lovely hat?
Uh-huh.

Can I burn it?
Yeah.

I hate this hat.

CHARLIE: Well, Angels,
the libidrium fuel cores

were returned intact,

and our client
is very grateful

Oh, by the way, exactly
how did the rally director,
Jeffers,

fit into all this?

Oh, well, our client

had his people
guarding all the main roads,

so the thieves
needed the cover of the rally

to get the fuel cores
to Santa Barbara,

where apparently they had
a boat waiting for them.

Trouble was

they got to the rally
after the noon deadline.

Ah, so they bribed Jeffers

into changing
their sign-in time, huh?

Right, and when
Jeffers decided

to let me see the
sign-in sheets too,
for a price,

they got worried
and killed him.

lsee.

Well, Angels, another tough
job well done.

Thank you, Charlie.

Oh, it was especially tough
for Bosley.

For Bosle y?

Mm-hmm. He met an elegant
widow with a lot of bucks.

And that's a problem?

Well, you see,
the problem was

she wanted Bosley
to help her spend them.

Yes, and obviously, Charlie,
I cannot be a kept man.

Well, naturally, Bosley.

You are a fellow
of flawless character.

However, I am not adverse

to helping her spend
a few ofthose bucks

before she goes back home,

and since I do not wish
to keep herwaiting...

Cheerio.

You are a groovy kind
of a guy, you know.

Am / to assume
from Bosley’s exit

that he has left us to daily

with this elegant
lady of means?

Charlie, a little dallying

never hurt a man's character
that much.

Oh, i agree, Kelly, i agree.

W0 MAN :
Come on, Charlie.

CHARLIE:
Bye.

Charlie agrees.

How unusual.

Most unusual.

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