All language subtitles for charlies.angels.s03e14.remastered.bdrip.x264-rovers-en

Once upon a time,

there were ihree iitl/e girls who went
to the police academy--

two in Los Ange/es,

the other in San Francisco--

and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties.

[Buzzing]

But i took them away from all that,
and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Paul?

Paul. We gotta
talk to you.

Well, okay.
It's important,
Paul.

I'm going to get
a cup of coffee.
Why don't you come on in?

See if we can get
them frowns off your faces.

We won't have time for that.

Paul, this is Mr. Dress/er.

Why the gun, Mr. Dressler’?

You better come with us,
Sheriff. Somethin‘
you should see.

Tom, what the devil's
goin’ on?

I think you better
do as he says.

You drive, Sheriff.

[Ke/lyl
Bosle y, level with us.

f [ Radio: Country ]
Are you actually
picking up the tab...

for the whole
three days in Arizona,
food and lodging?

Well, no, not actually.
Charlie's paying for this
little western vacation.

Personally, I feel his actions
are dangerously generous.

Meaning he'll spoil us?

Meaning that a smart detective
is a hungry detective.

- What about
a thirsty detective, Bosley?
- Oh, yes.

- His reckless actions also
include beverages as well.
- [Sabrina] Milk.

No, no.
Dom Per/gnaw champagne,
if you like.

- Ohl
- That is,
provided we can find it...

in this distant village
wherein your aunt and uncle
hold forth.

Bosley, they don't
"hold forth." They endure.

My Uncle Paul has been sheriff
here since he retired from
the Phoenix Police Force,

and my Aunt Lydia is the
mayor, no less.

Or is it mayoress, no less?

[Laughs]
You mean, she's really, uh,
the chief honcho, as they say?

Yep. She was elected
about three months ago, uh,
by a margin of 33 votes.

Very narrow margin.

Not when you consider
that there are 63 voters
in the district.

Oh.
Sixty-three?

Well, then we are
going into wilderness.

It's not the wilderness,
Bosley.
[Laughs]

No, actually,
it's sort of a retreat
for the, uh, older set.

- Older set?
- Mm-hmm.

lwould say that
the average age is about 60.

[Laughing]
Oh, wonderful.

Well, you said you wanted
to get a lot of rest.

You really took us
at our word, too,
didn't you?

[ Radio: Man Announcing]
We interrupt our program
to bring you some local news.

It seems that
the [in y village of Pay/on
in the Mahonga Mountains...

will host a national celebrity
of sorts for a day or two.

Listen, here's that news thing
about Uncle Paul.

The nationwide manhunt
tor syndicate strongman
George Camaris...

ended this morning when three
forest rangers accidentally
came upon Camaris...

hiding out in
a remote mountain cabin
at a place called Gave Rock.

Cave Rock? Uncle Paul
and l hiked up there.

Oh, whee!

- I'm driving.
- Is that what you call it?

- [Kris] Listen, listen.
- [Radio] The rangers
are bringing Camaris...

out of the mountains
to the Pay/on substation...

where Sheriff Dan vers
will hold him until the F.B.l.
can arrange transportation...

for Camaris back
to Washington, 0.0.

Camaris, of course,
is due to testify before...

the Justice Department
Organized Crime Commission.

And now back to our program.
[ Whistles ]

NCor/ntry/
Big doings in Payton.
Step on it, Bosley.

Oh, right on. Ahh.

- Right on.
- Into the wilderness!

[Chattering]

[ Vehicle Approaches ]

Get out.

Who are these men?
It'll all be explained to you
when you get on the bus.

It'll be explained
to me now.
Sheriff.

What I have in mind will work
whether you're on that bus
or lyin' dead here.

Don't push your luck.

Exactly what is it
you have in mind?

Like I said, it'll all
be explained to you
when you get on the bus.

Move, old man.

[Women Murmuring]

[Engine Starts ]

I've told you what to do.
Now get to it.

[Kris]
We are now entering Pay/on,
Arizona-- population, 67.

Looks like
the river's down.

Boy, this brings back
memories.

Pay/on Manor,
one of the two
great hotels in town.

Now we're in downtown.

Well, you know,
it looks actually civilized.

Okay, we're gonna go see
Uncle Paul, then we'll
go to Aunt Lydia's.

Then we'll check in
to the hotel.
Ah-ah-ah.

And then we do nothing.

[Together]
Absolutely nothing.

I'll have to call
you back.

Howdy.
Fellows, right?
Ed Fellows.

Uh, do I know you?
My name's Kris Munroe.
I'm Sheriff Danvers's niece.

Oh, oh.

You know, my uncle wrote me
a while back. He said the

county was sending
him a deputy.

- You started two months ago?
- Uh, yeah, that's right.
Two months ago.

Well, my Uncle Paul has said
some nice things about you.

Well, thank you.
I appreciate that.

Oh, I'm sorry.
These are my friends,

Kelly Garrett
Sabrina Duncan--
Hi.
Hi.

John Bosley.
Hi.

Uh, you really have me
at a disadvantage.

Your uncle told you about me,
but, uh, he didn't tell me
about you.

Oh, well, we're from
the Townsend Agency, and we're
here on a few days' vacation.

Oh, models.
No, detectives.

You're all detectives?

Well, actually,
we 're strictly tourists
for the next few days.

Oh.
Do you have any idea
where my Uncle Paul is?

Uh, not exactly. He said he
was going to get a cup of
coffee about two hours ago,

and, uh, I haven't
seen him since.

Hmm. Well, maybe we should
go by my Aunt Lydia's.

- Maybe he stopped there.
- Uh, no, no. I don't think
he was goin' home.

Well, that's all right.
[Suck Teeth] lwanna
see my Aunt Lydia anyway.

Listen, we have reservations
at the Village Inn.

When you see the sheriff,
will you tell him that
he can reach us there?

Village Inn. Right.
I'll tell him.
Thanks.

Bye-bye.
Bye.

0h.

Well, Aunt Lydia's is
just around the corner.
We might as well walk.

Okay.

No, no, no.
|-| cannot agree.

lt's-lt's-lt's completely
out of the question.

I don't see how
you can even consider.

We-We just cannot
let this community--
[Knocking]

Well, it's about time
I saw a friendly face.

Kris!
Hi, Aunt Lydia.
How are ya?

Well, I'm-- I'm fine.

What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?

I talked to Uncle Paul
this morning.
Didn't he tell you?

[ Lydia [
No, he didn 't.

Well, I called him
two hours ago at the office.

Well, l-l haven't seen him
since he left the house
this morning.

Oh, well, that explains it.

- Oh, come on in. Come on.
- Hi.

- [ Sabrina] Thank you. Hi.
- Hi.

Aunt Lydia, these are the
people I told you
about

-- the people lwork with
and my friends.

How do you do?
You got
the coffee pot on?

Uh, yes.
Oh, come in.

Uh, this is Joe Weatherby
and Tom Mills.

Hello.
How are you?
How do you do?

- l-l hope we're not
interrupting anything.
_ Uh--

Well, we're having, uh,

a minor community crisis
of sorts.

Well, nothing serious,
I hope.

Oh-Oh, no.
it's just that,

well, when one is mayor,

one has to handle
all sorts of problems.

it is time-consuming.

Uh, Kris and her friends
are detectives...

Detectives? You mean,
police detectives?

No, private investigators.

[ Weatherby]
What brings you here?

Oh, just a little rest
and relaxation.

Oh. Oh, well,
that's nice.

Uh, well, listen,

you all seem pretty busy,
and we haven't even
checked in to the hotel yet.

80, um, I think maybe
we should do that.

And l'l/ call you later,
let you know where we are,

and maybe we can get together
and have some dinner, okay?

- Yes, that would be fine.
Fine.
- Okay.

I'm sorry we interrupted.
Nice to meet you.
Excuse us.

Nice meeting you,
yes.
Bye.

Nice to meet you.
We'll see you later.
Thank you.

Bye-bye.

[Sobbing]
Oh!

What next?
[Sobbing Continues]

Your aunt seems like
a very nice lady.
Sure does.

She's lovely. She sure
seemed upset though.

Well, I guess being mayor
isn't easy, even if it is
a little village.

I suppose so.
Listen, being in any executive
position can be difficult.

Believe me,
I know.
[Laughing]

You know, Bosley,
I think you're right.

You're actually beginning
to look stoop-shouldered...

from the weight of
executive decision making.

You really mean that?
Are they back now?

[Laughs]

Hi.
Good morning.

We have reservations
for four singles.
The name is Munroe.

Uh, I don't
believe so.
What do you mean?

lmean, uh,

l have no reservation
under the name of Munroe.

Well, I thought
you called.

I did. I called this morning.
I talked to a man.

l-- I'm sorry.
|-| own this place.

l'rn the only man here,
and l have no such
reservations.

And besides,
we're all booked up.

This is crazy.

I made a reservation.
Okay, okay.

So somebody made a mistake.
We'll stay somewhere else.

There is another hotel,
isn't there?

Yeah, there's one--
the Paylon Manor.

- [Kelly] Great.
- Good. Then no-no problem.
Let's go.

Thanks.
Uh, sorry about
the mix-up.

[ Chatter/Hg [
[ Door Opens, Closes [

Give me the Payton Manor.

Well, Payton Manor is about
two blocks down the street.

It's not exactly four stars,
but it'll do.
Okay.

Hey.
What's he doing?

Hi there.
Find your uncle?

Uh, no.
What, uh-- What happened
to my headlight?

Well, I was, uh, just about
to ask you the same question.

Looked like somebody
backed into you.
Probably a flatbed truck.

- I don't think so.
- No?

Well, no. A truck that wide
wouldn't have a bed that low,

and there's not a dent
on the fender or the bumper.

Looks like somebody
just knocked them out.

I suppose that's possible.

Could've happened
last night, maybe.

No.
No, I can't buy that.

I would have noticed
when I got in my car
this morning.

Sometimes you notice
these things,
sometimes you don't.

Well, one of us would have
noticed it before we left
Los Angeles this morning.

Which means it happened
afterwe got here.

[ Fellows [
Well, lsuppose
that's possible too.

We get a lot of
transient kids through here.
There's been some vandalism.

Oh, that's terrific,
and a wonderful way
to start a vacation.

- Oh, Bosley.
- Yeah, that's, vii--
that's really too bad.

Say, uh, why don't you take it
to Bill's station, He can
probably get it fixed for you.

Okay. We might as well
hop in the car. The hotel is
across the street from Bill's.

Kelly and I will get us
some rooms, and you guys
can get the car fixed.

I'm, uh, really
sorry about this.
No problem.

Well, it's not your fault.
Keep an eye out for my uncle,
will you?

I'll let you know
the minute I see him.
Thanks.

Well, what is it?

They're tourists.

Tourists,
just like they said.

But they are detectives?
Private detectives,
which wouldn't bother me,

except for the one
who keeps asking
for her uncle.

Sooner or later
she's gonna get suspicious,

and then all of 'em
are gonna get suspicious.

[Sighs]
Don't worry.

If they don't leave,
we'll put them out of the way.

That's a little extreme,
isn't it?

Considering the larger
picture, it's nothing.

Well, let's hope
they leave.

Let's hope.

Well, it's only
for three days.

Oh, well, uh, hello again.

Hi.
Mr. Weatherby,
right?

Yes. Uh, what
can I do for you?

What you can do is
give us some rooms.

Oh, rooms.

Uh, l-l'd love to help
you out, but I'm afraid
we're all full up.

Well, your vacancy sign
is still on.

Oh, yes, so it is.

/ tell you, you just can't get
good help these days.

Now, that night clerk, he
should have turned that
"No" sign on

last night when we filled up.

Well, is there
another hotel nearby?

Well, there's
Marble Mountain Lodge...

about 30 miles back
down the road.

- That's all?
- Sorry.

[Clicks Tongue]
Okay, thanks.

Hmm.
Oh, listen,
by the way,

when you were at my Aunt
Lydia's house, had my Uncle
Paul called or anything?

Oh, yes, that's-that's right.
He called.

He... had to go down
the mountain.

- Down the mountain? How come?
- Well, I really--

Auto accident, l-l think.
He's gonna be gone
for some time.

Actually, if you head
on down the mountain,
you might see him on the road.

Yeah.
[Clicks Tongue]
Thanks.

Thank you.

[Mutters]

You think they believed ya?

Let's hope they did,
for their sake.

They're here now.

Yes, lwill.
I told you I would.

- Hi there.
- Hello.

Can I help you?
Yeah, we got a, uh,
minor tragedy here.

Ah. Somebody back
into you, huh?
Yeah.

[Sabrina Bosley]
Somebody backed into us.

Well, I, uh--
I don't think
I can help you.

- Why do you say that?
- Well, I'll have to check
my stock,

but I'm pretty sure
I don't carw
these kind of lights.

- I'll just be a minute.
- [ Sabrina, Bosley ] Yeah.

Very nervous fellow.
Mm-hmm.

Hello.

[Mouthing Words]

How'd we do?

Negative. No room.
[Sabrina]
You're kidding.

What do you mean?
The vacancy light was on.
No.

The night clerk forgot
to turn the light off.

I'm afraid I can't
do you much good either.

You mean, you don't keep
these lights in stock?
Sorry.

Well, is there another
station around here?

No, afraid not.
I'm not surprised
to hear that.

Well, you see, uh-- uh,
/ just mostly just pump gas.

The wife and I
came up here a while back
to sort of semi-retire.

Mm-hmm.
Don't do much
repair work,

which is why my stock
supply ain't much.

You understand?
Yeah.
We understand.

Uh, I'm really sorry.

You, uh-- You got
no place to stay.

You can't drive out of here
at night with no headlights.

- Kind of ruins your whole day,
don'tit?
- Yeah, kind of does.

- Well, like I say,
I'm, uh, really sorry.
- Yeah.

Okay.

- What's naggin' at you, Bree?
- I don't know.
Something's strange.

[ Bosle y [
lknow what it is.
They misnamed this town.

The y should have called it
Bad Luck City

Phew. We have really had
a string of bad luck.

- Hmm, I don't think so.
- What do you mean?

I don't know.
But I agree with Bree.

There's something
very strange going on here.

At the risk of sounding
paranoid, I don't think
we're wanted here.

- Well, that's crazy.
- is it?

Kris, you phoned your uncle,
told him you were on your way.

When we get here,
he 's disappeared.

Sudden/y, there's no place
in town to stay.
Our headlights

are mysterious/y broken.

They subtly tell us to drive
back down the mountain
before dark,

meaning now.
I got it.

- You got what?
- There are no women.

Well, what does that mean?

It means there
are no women here.

Kris, you said that this was a
retirement community
for elderly couples, right?

Look at that.

There's a whole bunch of men,
but i haven't seen a woman
since we got here.

So what are we supposed
to do about that?

I don't know.
Maybe they're all inside
at a Bake-0ft or something,

but it seems
a little funny to me.

What do you think?
Does it seem strange to you?

- You know the place.
It's your uncle,
- Real strange.

What should we do?

I think we'd better
ask my Aunt Lydia
some questions.

[Line Rings]

Listen, it's me again.
I did just what you told me,

but they're beginning
to figure it out.

How? What did you tell 'em?

I didn't tell 'em anything.
I did exactly what you
told me,

but they're going over
to the mayor's house.

You gotta believe me.

Just great.
What's wrong?

They're gettin'
suspicious.

Listen, it's all gonna
go down pretty soon,

and I'm not about
to let them screw it up.

Where are they now?
On their way to
the old lady's house.

Okay, that does it.
Let's go.
Right.

[Engine Starts]
[ Tires Sguea/ing]

[Tires Squealing]

Aunt Lydia doesn't
wanna see us.

Well, she's going to.

There must be somebody there.

Well, try again.
[Knocking]

Never mind.

Aunt Lydia, we have
to talk to you.

What's wrong?

I think you should tell us
what's wrong.

I don't know what you mean.

[Sighs]
Where's Uncle Paul?

He's down the mountain.

We don't think so.

Mrs. Danvers, we know
something's wrong.

There is nothing wrong.
Believe me.

- Aunt Lydia, we know
each other too well.
- Kris, please.

Mrs. Danvers,
maybe we can help you.

You can't help.

Yourjust being here,
being who you are,
asking questions, it--

it endangers all of us.

But-But why?
What's going on?

[Lydia]
lcan't tell you,
But you've got to leave.

We're not going anywhere
until you tell us
what's happening.

Hey, lookout!

[Grunts]

He's dead.

[ Crying ]

Aunt Lydia,
who were those men?
Who were they?

You don't--
You don't know
what you've done.

Why were they
shooting at us?

You just don't know
what you've done.

They're both dead.

Oh, my God.

You've just...

killed Uncle Paul...

and... others.

What are you saying?
You're not making any sense.

Mrs. Danvers,
what do you mean?

Please.
lf—lf we 're gonna help you,
you've gotta trust us.

0h.

All right.

See, there...
was a man--

a prisoner--

being brought here today
by the Forestry Service
people.

Well, yeah.
You mean, George Camaris?

Well, you already
know about it.

We heard about it on the
radio. What about Camaris?

Well,

those two men out there
and three others...

kidnapped your Uncle Paul.

it was this morning.
it must have been
right after you telephoned.

And then they killed
Deputy Fellows.

That wasn't Fellows?
Listen.

They killed Deputy Fellows,
and they took his uniform,

and they took over
his office.

And those two men
stayed in the office.

And the other three...

took your Uncle Paul
on a bus...

and most of the women
in the village.

Why? What do they want?

They wanted the prisoner
that the Forestry people

were going to bring
here today.

- Camaris.
- Yes, they--
they wanted to get him...

out ofthe country
before the FBI. people
came here to pick him up.

You mean,
ifthey deliver Camaris,
they'll return the hostages?

Yes.

Well, it seems that
we've stumbled into
a very high-level operation.

l Kel/rl
it also seems like
we've rather messed things up.

[Crying 1
Well, you--
It wasn't your fault.

You-- You couldn't
have known.

Yes, it was our fault.

But we could fix it.
I know we could fix it.

No. You couldn't.

It's not possible.

Why?
Why isn't it possible?

Because when the three men
took your Uncle Paul,

they took one of his
portable radio units.

And unless that man
out there...

called them by 4:00,

they had instructions
to destroy the bus...

and everybody on it.

No wonder this whole town
is so terrified.

Mrs. Danvers, where have
they taken the bus?

We don't know.
We-We know nothing about it.

That's why I've been
doing exactly what
they told us to do.

But 4:00? That's less
than two hours away.

l Kelly]
And how many square miles
of wilderness area to cover?

[ Sabrina]
Too many
Unless--

- Unless what?
- Wait a minute.

You said they had one
of Uncle Paul's portable
radio units, right?

Yes.
And you have one of Uncle
Paul's other radio units here?

Yes. We always keep one
for an emergency.

Okay, Aunt Lydia.
Do you have some old clothes?

Old clothes? Yes.

Why?
Go get 'em.

Pull over here,
Bosley.

Okay,
wish me luck.

Yeah,
do your thing.

Okay, Big Uncle,
this is Sweet Christmas.

[ On Radio] This is
Sweet Christmas, Big Uncle.
Do you read me, honey?

Big Uncle, this is Sweet
Christmas. This is Sweet
Christmas, Big Uncle.

Do you read me? Do you read
me, honey? Coming at you
out there in radio land.

Let me know you're there,
sweetheart.

Hey, Big Uncle,
I need to hear your sweet,
lovin' voice. Do you read me?

What the devil is that?

I don't know.
C.B-er, I guess.
What?

C.B.-- citizens band radio.
There are tons of 'em
around here.

Hey, Big Uncle.
It's Sweet Christmas.

l'rn pushing me a semitruck
full of grapefruits
down to Tucson.

You out there,
Big Uncle?

C.B.-er, all right.
What are you talkin' about,
old man?

Citizens band operates
on different frequencies.

How could she get
on your radio?

It's impossible.
Nah. It's possible.

Up here in the mountains,
the signal bounces a lot
and splits.

You get what
they call "rarmonics."

Come on in.
This is Sweet Christmas.
Do you read me, Big Uncle?

- You out there?
- What does
"Sweet Christmas" mean?

Well, that was our nickname
for her when she was little,

and she visited us
in Phoenix.

Go ahead.

Hey, Big Uncle, you sly old
fox. You haven't forgotten
Sweet Christmas now, have you?

Or maybe you're trying
to forget me on account...

you don't want Big Mama
to catch you playin' around?

Well, now, Sweet Christmas
is just gonna stay cool,

and I'm just gonna keep at you
until you let me know
you're out there.

Come on. You out there,
Big Uncle? Let me know
you're out there.

Listen, could she hear
transmissions that
we get or make?

Not if I tell her
to get offthe frequency.

Then do it.
You be careful.

[Clears Throat]
Sweet Christmas?

This is Sheriff Paul Danvers
ofthe Payton
Sheriffs Station.

You read me?
Sheriff who?

Sheriff Dan vers.

And, uh-- [Clears Throat]
I'm here to tell you you're
using an illegal frequency.

Oh, I'm using 940 kilocycles.
Isn't that what I'm supposed
to be usin'?

Uh, you're probably hittin'...

a 1640 bounce
off Mill Mountain.

I don't understand that,
Sheriff. Can you clarify
that for me?

I'm sayin' you should pay
attention to the 1640 bounce
off of Mill Mountain.

1640.

Best thing you can do
to stay out of trouble
is just to shift frequency.

You understand what
l'rn saying, missus?

- Or you want me
to slap a fine on you?
- lhear what you're saying,

and you won't have
no more trouble
with Sweet Christmas.

So I'll catch you
on the flip-flop.
10-4, good buddy.

Good.

1640- That's
a fire-brush road...

that intersects about
15 miles above here
on the way to Mill Mountain.

Okay, that's where
they've taken the bus.
Bosley, what time you got?

I got, uh, 3:20.
Oh!

Let's go.

Oh.
They must've locked it
after they went in.

Ram it, Bosley.
Hide!

[Tires Squealing]

Good boy.

Ten minutes to 4:00.
Still no word.

You better hope your people
did like they were told.

Oh, I'm sure they have.

They're old. No fight
left in them, right?

You better hope
they're not so old
they try somethin' dumb.

No. You people
hold all the cards.

By 4:00 or soon after,
you'll get your call,
so relax.

Everything'll go your way,

'cause it usually does
with you people.

You talk too much, old man.

Something's gone wrong.

Relax.
Don't tell me
what to do!

It's 10 after 4:00.
The call was supposed
to come no later than 4:00.

Maybe your watch is fast.
Don't be stupid!

Listen, like I said,
you people hold all the cards.

Nobody in that town's
gonna cross you.

The delay is probably with
the Forest Service people.

They probably got delayed
coming down the mountain.
Give it a few more minutes.

My orders said 4:00.

You mean, you'd really kill
25 helpless people?

Twenty-six.

Five more minutes.

What can it possibly hurt
to give 'em five more minutes?

Okay. Okay,
five more minutes.

And then if the call
hasn't come, you'll be
the first to get it.

I wouldn't have it
any otherway.

Okay, slow down,
Bosley.

Fire-brush road 1640 ends
about two miles up the road.

It's 10 minutes after 4:00.
We're too late!

Come on, Aunt Lydia. My Uncle
Paul is one of the smartest
men in the whole world.

I've always though so.
I know he's buying us some
time. We gotta keep believin'.

You think we can
get into the group
without being noticed?

Well, we got to
if we're gonna
make a move.

Hey, there it is!

Aunt Lydia, you stay here.
Bosley, if it goes down,
you get her out of here.

I will.
No, he won't.
I'm going with you.

I'm sorry. Under no
circumstances. I want you
up here where it's safe.

[ Lydia ]
Kris, lknow
those women personally.

They're frightened.
They could give you away.

But it! go first,
I can tell them
what's going to happen.

It'll be better for you,
and it'll be better for them.

I'm sorry. It's just
too dangerous for you.

Why?
Because I'm too old?
I didn't say that.

Well, you didn't
have to.

They're my friends,
and my husband is there.

I can't do any less
than my best for them.

I-- I have to
take as much risk
as they're taking.

It! don't, it makes me
as old and as helpless
as you think I am.

You know what? She's right.
I mean, ifthose ladies panic,
we haven't got a chance.

We're wasting time.

- Okay, come on.
- [Sabrina] Here we go.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Okay, what's the plan?

Well, we each have to get near
one of the guards before
any of us can make a move.

Well, I can stand closer
scrutiny than either of you
three, even in those getups.

So I'll go in and tell
the women what to do.

All right, Aunt Lydia.
But please, please,
be careful.

I never saw a man
I couldn't handle yet.

Go get 'em.

Where'd you come from?

I beg your pardon?

What were you doing
in there?

Why, none of your business.

Certain things that a lady
likes to keep private...

under the worst circumstances,
young man.

If you had any brains,
you'd know that.

What do you think's
gonna happen to us?
It's terrible.

[Gasps]
Don't move a muscle.

Be quiet.

Pretend that
I've been here
all the time.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Attagirl, Auntie.

Let's spread out and go in
from different angles.

Okay, I'll cover you
from here.

All right.

[Chattering]

[ Woman ]
We better be brave.

[ Chattering Continues]

[ Woman ]
Watch it.

[Coughing]

[Coughing Continues]

- What do you want?
- [Coughing Continues]

Everything is going
to be all right.

God, where is Paul?

[Chattering]

Okay, time's up, old man.
Get 'em on the bus!

[Grunts]

Ooh-hoo!

Freeze! Ow.

[Grunts]

Hold it!

You better unlock me,
or that old lady is liable
to blow you away

The way I see it,
you got three choices.

You can give it all up,
you can make us shoot you, or
we can let them have at you.

- lgive. Keep ’em away from
me. Keep 'em away from me!
- [Sabrina] Okay.

Pity.

Anyone here good
at tying things?

My granddaddy Iassoed
a horse thief once.

Face down and
arms behind you.

And he hung him too.
I'll show you
the knots he used.

Okay. Let's go.

Nice and slow.
Nice and easy.

Let's go join your friends.

Paul! Oh, honey!

[Laughing]

0h!

Are you all right?
I'm fine, honey.
How are you?

Me? Oh, I never
felt better in my life.

Oh.

[Charlie 0n Speakerphone]
i take it your aunt and uncle
are all right, Kris.

Ah, they're both
just fine, Charlie.

When Uncle Paul got back
to the office, the Forestry
Service was waiting there...

with the federal prisoner
George Camaris.

Well, l'rn relieved to hear
everything worked out.

Oh, and this morning,
when the FBI. came
to pick up the prisoner,

there were
all kinds of reporters
and photographers there.

We might get our picture
in a newsmagazine.
[ Charlie [Sounds exciting.

[Charlie ] Not too much
excitement for the elderly set
at the village, I hope.

That "elderly set" can be
quite a forceful group
when riled, Charlie.

Very forceful.

[Charlie] Well, from what

you've told me, yourAunt
Lydia showed great
courage, Kris.

Oh, she was incredible,
Charlie.

There is a problem though.
What's that?

- When it was all over with,
Aunt Lydia got depressed.
- Depressed? Why?

Well, when things got back
to normal, evewthing seemed
a little dull.

Now she and Uncle Paul
are having sort of
a family dispute.

Nothing troublesome,
i hope ?
No.

She just thinks that being
mayor is boring. She wants
Uncle Paul to deputize her.

- She's not serious?
- Oh, yes, she is.

Hey, I think that's
a good idea, Kris.

Your uncle could deputize
maybe two or three
of those ladies,

give them assignments
by phone, let them
do all the work,

and he just lays back
and relaxes.

That is an absolutely
preposterous idea.

lagree, Bosley
Total/y absurd.

- Never work.
- No, of course not.

I don't know any woman
that would accept
something like that.

Mm-mmm.
Do you?

Absolutely not.
[Laughs]