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Once upon a time,

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

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.

Give it to her.

Are you all right, Jason?

Yeah. I'm all right.

Then get ready to roll, now.

Boy, that crowd's out for blood tonight.

It ain't going to be mine.

You better look out, Satans, because I see

Karen Jason, Annie Perry and Captain "Bad" Betty King.

Bad Betty! Bad Betty!

One more time and you're in the box.

Okay, Karen, here we go!

Sorry I'm late.

How's your skating class?

Oh, like a scrimmage with the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Charlie, tell you why he's got you taking those lessons yet?

No. All I know is it's really tough on my...

Legs?

Those too.

I'll get it, thank you.

Good morning, sir, Bosley here.

Morning, Bosley.

Good morning, Angels.

Morning, Charlie. Hi.

Those lessons are getting to you, aren't they, Jill?

Well, now I can tell you why they're so important.

Bosley?

All ready, sir.

This is Karen Jason.

She died two weeks ago in a roller game accident.

At least that's what the police

and coroner's investigation have concluded.

Didn't she go over the rail and break her neck?

That's right.

However, we've been hired

by her sister Barbara to look into the possibility

that it might have been murder.

Why murder?

Barbara has been worried about her sister for months.

Ever since Karen told her she was involved

with a new boyfriend, an ex-con named Joe Esposito.

Karen thought the boyfriend was into something shady.

Like what, Charlie?

Karen didn't spell it out, only that Esposito had big trouble

and it was starting to rub off on her.

Then two days before Karen was killed,

she called Barbara and said her boyfriend had disappeared.

And she also talked about a suitcase,

but she wasn't specific and Barbara was unable to learn

anything more about what the suitcase had

to do with Esposito's disappearing act.

And you think we can find out, right, Charlie?

Right, Angel. And post haste.

The trail is cooling off fast.

Barbara thinks the suitcase could be the cause of both

Karen's death and Esposito's disappearance.

So good luck, and be careful.

Bosley will brief you on your covers.

What about you, Charlie?

How are you planning to play this one?

Well, as you know, Angel,

I like playing my cards close to my chest.

And this operation is no exception. I'll be in touch.

You lose, Charlie.

Slam her, Annie! Slam her!

If she can't take the bruises,

I want to know before I sign her!

All right, you two hit the showers.

The rest of you, get rolling!

Sorry. I guess I blew it, huh?

Now, lesson number one.

I say if you blew it or not, okay?

No one else. Not even Hugh Morris.

I mean, he may own the team, but I run it.

Okay, coach. Okay.

You've got a lot to learn.

But you can skate.

And you had enough brains out there

to keep yourself from getting wiped out.

And with the right-sized uniform,

I don't think most of our fans

are going to be watching your feet.

You mean, I'm hired?

Now, look, Barbara, your sister Karen was one of the best.

A freak accident killed her,

and I was her coach when it happened.

Now, that bought you a tryout, period.

Now, starting from now,

you're like any other jock on this team.

Oh, Mr. Rizzo, I'll do my best. I will.

All right, you can start by signing a contract,

and Morris'll probably want to talk to you too.

That's Hugh Morris... You know, I've seen his TV commercials.

Lone Star used cars, right?

That's him.

Oh, wow, when he starts talking about the south forty,

I really believe him. I mean, I've never seen so many wheels.

He's one of the biggest car dealers in the country.

Oh, is he for real?

I mean, down-home cowboy type, like on TV?

Why don't you tell me after you meet him.

His office is right up there.

Thank you.

Oh, now what do you mean, Harry?

What do you mean you can't

get a camel for the convertible commercial?

No. No, definitely not!

I do not want the hippo again!

Have you ever tried to work with a love-sick hippo?

You, uh, you like my buffalo?

Yeah.

I took him in trade for a 55 Pontiac,

at the time neither one of them could run.

At least the Pontiac still had a chance.

I'm Barbara Jason, Karen's sister.

Oh, Hugh Morris, and I'm glad to meet you, Miss Jason.

And I'm very sorry about your sister.

Thank you for the check.

It helped.

You, uh, you mind if I look you over?

Oh, no.

One owner, low mileage, clean.

You are sold, as is, little lady.

You've got a shape that'll sell tickets...

I'll guarantee you parts and labor on that.

Sit down.

Gee, car lots, the roller team, an insurance company.

I don't know how you do it all, Mr. Morris.

I don't, sugar.

You see, the cars and skaters are what I ride herd on.

I don't lay a glove on the insurance end.

That's duller than cold grits.

Besides, I've got a top hand running that store for me,

a lady by the name of Jessica Farmer.

And the name is Hugh.

Mr. Morris was my daddy.

Oh.

I know, I know.

I'm late for my commercial.

Well, I'm glad to have you with us, honey.

I got a date with a camel.

One hump or two?

Now, either way it's got to be better than a lovesick hippo.

Bye.

Sabrina Duncan.

Won't you sit down.

Thank you.

And what can we do for the State Board, Miss Duncan?

We're conducting a routine investigation

into the death of Karen Jason.

Well, there isn't much to investigate.

The police report stated that the cause of death

was accidental.

And Morris Insurance has already made payment.

We made immediate payment,

according to the terms of the policy.

Now, our records list the policy holder

as Tornados Incorporated, the company

which also operates the skating team.

Correct.

And Tornados Incorporated

is owned by the Hugh Morris Corporation,

which also own Morris Insurance.

Oh, I understand.

The State Board wants to make certain

that everything was properly handled

because two subsidiaries of the same parent corporation

transacted business with each other.

Well, I'm sure everything is proper,

but I do have a few routine questions.

Oh, of course. Please, go on.

Do the Tornados carry similar life insurance policies

on all the players?

The same as Karen Jason.

$250,000 each.

Now, the team pays the full premium,

and is the sole beneficiary.

Oh. In other words, Hugh Morris is the sole beneficiary.

But it's certainly legal and very good business policy.

Did you know Karen Jason, Miss Farmer?

No. I saw her skate once at the stadium

as a guest of Mr. Morris, but Miss Jason and I never met.

I'm not into games, Miss Duncan.

Roller or otherwise.

Excuse me.

Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes.

Thank you.

Was there anything else?

No. No, that'll be all.

Thank you very much, Miss Farmer.

Any time.

Good day.

State Board of Insurance.

Miss Sabrina Duncan, please.

Miss Duncan is not in right now. May I take a message?

Uh, no. Thank you. I'll call back later.

Hello. Bosley here.

This is Coralee Higgins at the State Board of Insurance.

Tell Charlie a woman called and asked for Sabrina Duncan

and I said just what Charlie told me to say.

So I'd like to collect my reward this Sunday.

That is, if Charlie's up to it.

I'll tell him.

Jeremy.

I want you to check out a Sabrina Duncan.

She says she's with the State Board of Insurance.

They're investigating Karen Jason's death.

Do they suspect anything?

I don't know. I just called the State Board

and so far Ms. Duncan looks legitimate.

But I've got a feeling.

And I want to make sure.

No problem.

Miss Farmer, you have a college education

and I am stuck on a five-letter word for heavenly creature.

Try "angel."

"Angel."

Don't even wiggle, baby.

If you do, it's going to be your last.

Now, who are you?

Kelly Garrett.

I'm a writer for Woman's View magazine.

How'd you break in here?

I didn't.

Karen Jason's sister sold me the key.

Gee, you're strong.

Look, I'm not violating any laws.

I'm writing an article on women in the roller game,

and Karen Jason's death is a sensational slant.

What've you got there?

Oh, it's a check for my overnight bag.

I came in from San Francisco this morning

and the darn bus company lost my bag.

I hate flying, don't you?

You can see so much more by bus.

Did you know Karen?

I know everybody who lives here.

I'm the manager.

I don't mean like that.

I mean, if I lived in a building,

with a manager built like you,

I'd really want to get to know him.

Hey, wait a minute,

Woman's View magazine...

Isn't that the magazine with the male centerfold in it?

That's us.

Hold that pose.

Oh, boy. What's your name?

Red Loomis.

You know, Red, I think you'd make a great stud-of-the-month.

You make Burt Reynolds look like one of the Seven Dwarfs.

Forget it. You know, you Gloria

Steinem type broads turn me off.

Just because a guy's put together right,

you think he doesn't have a brain in his head.

You know, I get real tired of being looked at like nothing

but a sex object, you know?

Is that how Karen treated you?

No. I mean, she was different than most.

But I caught her checking me out a lot.

Is that all?

What a waste.

If I lived here, I'd want to do more than just look.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe you and I ought to get together some night.

It's a date, Red.

As soon as I get my story wrapped.

Now, what about Karen?

Did you know any of her friends?

Nah.

Only one she ever hung around with was another skater.

A chick named Betty.

Real tough broad.

What about Karen's boyfriend... Joe Esposito?

Esposito?

Never heard of him.

And I think you've stayed here long enough, sweet chickie.

Let's go. You're not even supposed to be in here.

And just when we were getting to know each other.

You come back here,

you got to get a letter from Karen's sister.

Otherwise, you ain't going to be getting in.

Well, I'll call first, muscles.

So you have time to put on a shirt.

Oh,

my baggage check.

Thanks.

It wasn't easy, but I laid a little charm

on the switchboard operator at the Insurance Board.

Little chick named Coralee.

And she spilled that Sabrina Duncan

is an investigator for the Board on special assignment.

So she checks out clean?

Snow White.

Jessica Farmer.

This is Loomis.

I just caught a lady writer

snooping around Karen Jason's apartment.

Said she gave Karen's sister some money for the key.

What kind of writer?

Woman's View magazine.

Claimed she was a Kelly Garrett.

She's doing a story about Karen Jason.

And she asked about Joe Esposito.

Well, did she find anything?

Well, I'm not sure.

She had a Coast Bus Lines baggage check

when I walked in on her.

The center-city terminal.

I didn't want to act suspicious, so I let her keep it.

That baggage check could be a one-way ticket

to death row for all of us.

Did you get her license number?

That's 356CFX.

What's this death row?

Loomis let some nosy woman's magazine writer

walk out of Karen Jason's apartment with a baggage check.

Could the baggage check be a claim

for the suitcase Esposito ripped off to blackmail us with?

What do you think?

I knew it.

All right, all right. Now, look, we have a new problem now.

The check was from Coast Bus Lines.

Which terminal?

Center-city. She's probably headed there right now.

Here's the license number.

It's a beige Mustang with a brown top.

I want that suitcase, Jeremy.

And we can't take a chance that the lady has looked inside it.

I want her put out of business.

You got it.

And, Jeremy...

Yeah?

Use the napalm.

That's an incendiary.

You're going to end up with nothing but ashes.

That's the idea... Ashes, and no evidence.

Tell Charlie I'm on my way

to the bus terminal with the baggage check.

Could be it's for the suitcase we're after.

I already talked to Charlie.

He wants me to tag along if you're on to something.

Don't be silly, Bosley.

I can take care of myself.

You don't understand.

Things are starting to heat up.

They just found Karen's boyfriend,

Joe Esposito, in the L.A. River,

wearing a pair of cement Florsheims.

Bosley, you know that could be why that apartment manager

acted so funny when I mentioned Esposito's name.

He was one of those muscle-bound types

who look like they can lift a ton, but can't spell it.

Kelly...

Look, Bos,

I can still pick up

a piece of luggage on my own.

Don't worry about it, okay?

I'll be back to the office before you know it.

Sabri...

Don't tell me. Miss Duncan, State Board of Insurance.

Yes, E.S.P., Mr. Morris?

You could say that.

You see, I got this thing about knowing

people's professions on sight.

Especially if you've been warned beforehand.

Touche.

Jessie Farmer said you'd probably be around.

Oh, this is Coach Rizzo,

the man who makes my Tornados thunder.

Watch this!

That kid's a tiger. She skates more like her sister everyday.

The player who just scored is Karen Jason's sister.

Yes?

That's why you're here, isn't it?

About Karen?

Yes.

Watch it!

Are you crazy?!

I want to talk to her!

Now!

I think I just did my first two-and-a-half-Gainer.

Yeah, and without a diving board.

Are you okay?

I'll bet that's how Joe Namath feels

after third and long.

Thank you.

Kaboom!

I've got a suitcase chock full of money, Charlie,

and five phony drivers' licenses.

Fine. Sounds like what we're looking for.

There's only one big problem, Angel.

There's a bomb attached to your car.

A bomb?

Yes. Pull into the first vacant area you see

and forget the speed limit.

How long have I got, Charlie?

I wish I knew, Angel.

The suitcase, Angel! The suitcase!

180 thousand George Washingtons.

Well, what's your pleasure, a Rolls Royce or a Ferrari?

Anything. As long as it's bomb-proof.

A rental car to replace the one that you demolished

will be ready to be picked up this afternoon.

You know, you girls go through cars like Evel Knievel

goes through motorcycles.

Hey, Bosley, it was Kelly who was almost demolished, remember?

Yeah!

Nonetheless, the car was in her care.

Our insurance rates will certainly go up.

And Charlie will bug me because of company overhead.

Bosley, the manager of the building Karen Jason

lived in is mixed up in this somehow.

He was the only one who knew I had Karen's baggage check

and could finger me.

Well, why would Karen's suitcase

be checked at the bus terminal?

Joe Esposito was booked on a bus

to San Francisco the night he disappeared.

It was Esposito's suitcase, not Karen's.

The bag was checked in early in the morning

and when he turned out to be a no-show,

it was re-channeled to the storage department.

Well, so Karen was really just caught in the middle.

That's what I've been trying to tell you about men, Jill.

They'll do it to you every time.

You know, these fake licenses

with Betty King's picture on it, must tie into the action

Anne Perry was going to cut me in on

before she made the injury list.

She still in the hospital?

Yeah, for a week's observation.

She fractured a hip in practice yesterday,

which according to her, is my lucky break.

Meaning?

All she'd say is that Betty's running the show,

and she'd talk to me when she's ready.

I'm going to start pushing Betty this afternoon.

C'mon, Jason!

Dig in!

I want a big whip!

You ain't doing this for fun, you know!

Yeah, I know, I know.

All right, hold it, you guys. Hold it! Hold it.

Jason and Betty.

Shower time.

The rest of you keep it rolling.

You were grooving out there, sweet cheeks.

You mean, that whip earlier?

Hey, that was all you.

I just went where you threw me.

You just stay on your skates and let me decide where you go,

and we'll both be looking good.

That's what Annie said, before she got hurt.

Yeah?

Yeah. She also said a few other things.

Like?

Like, uh, you had some solid connections

and could help me get some heavy bread.

I told her to cool it until I was ready.

It ain't just up to me.

Look, I've been Karen's younger sister all my life.

Now she's gone. I want to do something on my own.

I don't want to grow old waiting.

I'll have to borrow your driver's license.

Okay, you got it.

What's the deal?

You keep pushing, there won't be any deal.

Oh, listen, Sabrina,

Charlie wants you to meet an old friend of his,

Emmett Winston, Esquire,

over at the Gallup Brokerage Firm in Century City.

He'll be expecting you at noon

to discuss the financial status of Hugh Morris.

Sabrina Duncan?

Yes?

Emmett Winston, Esquire.

How do you do?

Come into my office, this way.

So, you work for good old Charlie, huh?

Sit down, sit down.

You know, Charlie sent me up the river

a dozen years ago on a stock swindle.

Well, then when my parole hearing came up,

he talked to the powers that be,

and said he'd keep me on the straight-and-narrow,

if they'd put me back on the street.

He said it was easier to beat the market

than to cheat it.

Like always, Charlie was right.

Oh, would you like half a pastrami?

No, thank you.

Charlie said you might be able to tell me

about the Hugh Morris Corporation.

A small conglomerate traded over-the-counter.

11 at 11 1/2 this morning.

Down 12 points in the last six months.

Went public in 74 by acquiring Mainline Insurance,

a small independent insurance company

with substantial reserves.

Changed the name to Morris Insurance

but retained original management.

President, Jessica Farmer.

Any idea why it's down 12 points?

Bad profit and loss statement.

The Tornadoes have always been losers,

but the puzzler is Morris Insurance.

They've sustained heavy losses from unusual policy settlements.

What would that do to Hugh Morris's personal finances?

If the insurance company's heavy settlements continue,

he could be pushed into bankruptcy.

Are you sure?

Miss Duncan, on any given day

I've got about $2 million in the market.

I have got to be sure.

I see what you mean.

Oh, something Charlie might be interested in.

Someone keeps steadily buying Morris Corporation stock.

But not in blocks that support the price.

Could it be a take-over strategy?

It's possible.

Is there any way we could find out

who the buyer is?

Won't be easy.

But for Charlie, I think I can swing it.

Thank you, Mr. Winston.

Bye.

Oh, to be 30 years younger. Oh, well.

How did it go with Emmett Winston, Esquire?

That sounds elegant.

Elegant, no.

But lovable, yes.

Emmett says Hugh Morris and his company are both

on the financial ropes.

He says Morris Insurance has very recently

made some very costly settlements.

How about you? Did you hook into anything we could use

at the Bureau of Records?

Plenty. All five driver's licenses

with photographs of Betty King are in the names of children

who died before they were old enough

to apply for a driver's license.

Then birth certificates are the ID used to get the licenses.

Sabrina, do you know how easy it is to get a birth certificate?

Sure. Two dollars and a postage stamp.

But the question is:

Why does Betty King need five driver's licenses?

I'm having Bosley request

a complete DMV file search on each license.

Could be a tie-in between the phony driver's licenses

and the auto accident claims

Morris Insurance has been paying out.

Well, then that would account for the $180,000

in Karen Jason's suitcase.

And Karen's murder, if she knew too much.

What about Hugh Morris as a suspect?

Oh, no. He's a nice man.

I mean, maybe a little lonely, but he's no murderer.

That down-home charm kind of got to you, huh?

No, but one thing I do know:

He's not involved in Karen's murder.

Female instinct?

Angel instinct.

Okay.

What about Toby Rizzo?

Or Bad Betty?

Or somebody else on the team?

I don't know.

I'm still waiting to hear from Betty.

If she sets up that meeting for me, that could be the key.

We fake the accident tomorrow,

following the afternoon roller game.

Betty's going to crash into your car.

When the police arrive,

she will admit that the accident was her fault.

What about the injuries?

Well, you're an athlete.

And you'll know when you're going to be hit.

We don't expect you to be hurt,

but the doctor we send you to will confirm your claim

of a serious, permanent injury.

What if another doctor happens to examine me?

No way.

The police report will show I'm at fault, so my insurance,

whatever name I use this time, picks up your tab and mine.

No questions asked.

Because I control Betty's insurance.

I simply make a corporate decision that it is preferable

for Morris Insurance to settle out of court,

rather than to incur a substantially larger loss

later on, after an unsuccessful court trial.

What does Mr. Morris say about these settlements?

Well, he takes my advice

and leaves the insurance company to me.

He prefers making TV commercials

and playing cowboy with his roller derby team.

He'll never know that you and Betty are involved.

How much do I get paid?

10 percent of the settlement to you, 10 to Betty.

The rest is none of your business.

Accidents like this have to be reported

to the Department of Motor Vehicles, right?

Well, what's going to happen

when my name keeps showing up time after time?

Aren't they going to think something's funny?

You'll only use your own name in the first accident,

to make sure your neck is on the line with the rest of us.

After that, you'll be provided

with phony driver's licenses and specially purchased cars.

Sounds easy.

It is.

As long as you do what you're told.

Oh, I will, absolutely.

I need the bread. I'll do whatever you say.

Make sure that you do.

Bosley. I just finished the meeting.

How did you do?

Oh, I'm in.

You sure they bought it?

Well, if they didn't,

just tell Charlie I want a simple funeral.

You know, no frills, no fuss.

And then I want to be cremated and have my ashes scattered

over Charlie's waterbed.

How did you know Charlie had a waterbed?

Oh, just an educated guess.

Uh-huh. I won't ask you where you got your education.

Just meet me in the parking lot in two minutes.

Ten-four.

Barbara Jason. Where is she?

Well, we worked out our deal and she left.

Something wrong?

Yeah, there's something wrong, all right.

We're about to be taken by our own scam.

What?

The broad's got a driver's license

that says Barbara Jason.

Her car is registered to Barbara Jason.

Our contact in Sacramento got a hold

of some classified information

from the company that insures her car.

And?

The policy is carried by Townsend Investigations.

A private eye?

And that's not all!

Miss Kelly Garrett,

the writer we tried to bomb,

after I got the skinny on Jason's car,

I played a hunch and found out the car we blew up

was insured by Townsend Investigations.

They've got us!

Oh, shut up!

They aren't police. They're just subpoena servers.

I've hired 100 of them.

They've all got their price,

only this time it's too dangerous for a payoff.

But we can't just sit tight.

I don't intend to.

Jeremy, Loomis and I will take care of your unfinished business

with Miss Kelly Garrett.

The skater I will leave to you and Betty.

She wanted to find out what happened to Karen Jason,

I think you should show her. Firsthand.

Kelly.

Yes, Bosley.

Listen, I've got Red Loomis on the Women's View line.

He says he wants to buy you.

He's standing in a long line.

What exactly was his offer?

He said that you should go to the Backwoods Inn

on top of Miller Canyon in an hour.

Use the back entrance

if you'd like a lot more of what you found

in Karen Jason's suitcase.

Okay, tell him I'll be there.

Well, look, that's dangerous.

I mean, you know that he's the one

that fingered you for that bomb thing.

But now we know where he's coming from.

And what good is $180,000 and some driver's licenses

if we can't use them to draw Loomis and his friends

out into the open?

Bosley, I've got to chance it.

Tell Charlie I'll check in with you if I smell trouble.

Kell... Kelly!

Hi, Red?

I'm afraid I asked Loomis to stand you up.

I'm Jessica Farmer.

President of Morris Insurance.

That's right.

Won't you sit down?

Would you like a drink or anything?

No, thank you.

Then perhaps you can tell me what else you know,

so I can get you off my back.

I really think we're wasting each other's time, Miss Farmer.

Oh, wait. Don't run away before you hear what I have to say.

You may be sorry you did.

Sorry about what?

I want to make you an offer.

That sounds more like it.

For starters, I know that you and the skater

posing as Barbara Jason are with Townsend Investigations.

That and a dime will get you an operator on a pay phone.

I'm not talking about dimes, love.

I am suggesting that you give me the phony driver's licenses,

and keep the money for yourself.

I've already got the money.

So if you want the driver's licenses,

you'll have to raise the ante.

And don't forget about my friend.

You are tougher than I thought you'd be.

How about another $50,000 for the licenses, all for you?

You can forget about your friend.

What makes you think she'll forget about me?

Let's just say that your associate has been trying

to follow in Karen Jason's footsteps,

and in today's game,

I have a feeling she's going to.

All the way.

When can I get the cash?

Monday morning.

After the banks open.

My office.

I'll be there.

With a license to steal.

Kelly! Where have you been?

I've been on a roller coaster ride.

You are at an amusement park?

Nothing amusing about what just happened to me.

And that rental car you got me, Bosley...

Don't tell me. I don't want to hear.

What is it with you and cars, Kelly?

I think from now on, I'm going to take a cab.

Listen, Sabrina, we have got to get to the stadium.

I think they're going to try to kill Jill

the way they killed Karen Jason.

All right, just tell us where you are

and we'll pick you up right now.

On the track for the first time.

In Tornado red, white, and blue,

number four, the foxy "Blond Bomber,"

the hard charging, Barbara Jason!

I told the police to meet us.

My DMV files on all five of Betty King's fake licenses

show major accident reports made in the last six months,

and Morris Insurance shows up in every instance.

So that gives us the evidence

that we need for our case against Jessica Farmer.

And Emmett Winston discovered

who's been buying all the stock in the Morris Insurance.

Then, whatever the details,

the bottom line has to be Jessica.

With her partner, Coach Toby Rizzo.

Bosley, you take that area.

We'll cover the rest.

Okay, sweet cheeks, let's go with a whip!

Take your best shot.

Hold it! Hold it, right there!

Stick around, friend! Stick around!

The police have some questions...

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Man, I got some unfinished business.

Would you look out?! Would you get out of the way?!

Jill!

Jill, would you watch out!

Charlie told me I'd be a big hit on skates!

All right!

You're crazy! You're crazy!

Yeah!

Angels, Jessica Farmer and her friends are all facing

murder one for the deaths of Joe Esposito and Karen.

It seem that Esposito started it all.

By trying to blackmail his former associates.

So they eliminated him.

And Karen, when she got in the way.

Hugh Morris has a major

rebuilding job to do on his Tornadoes.

I hope you won't give into his inducements, Jill.

Oh, is that a counter-offer, Charlie?

I never mix pleasure with business, Angel.

You should know that by now.

Is the real Barbara Jason going

to try out for the Tornadoes, Charlie?

She's already signed up, with a generous bonus.

After all, if Barbara hadn't asked us

to look into her sister's death,

Hugh Morris would have lost everything.

Charlie, did you take Morris up on the deal he offered

to replace my car with an identical model?

You bet your boots, Angel.

But when it comes to horse trading,

I have yet to come out on the short end.

I not only beat him down on the price,

I got him to throw in a special winner's trophy

for out dealing him.

It's a remnant of the Old West.

A symbol of a vanishing breed.

A buffalo head.

Amazing, Angel, how did you guess?

Never mind, Charlie, but if you ever get tired of it,

I know where you can trade it in on a '55 Pontiac.