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Once upon a time,

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

Two in Los Angeles,

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.

Bulldogs finish a successful scoring drive...

and kickoff with only six seconds left to play.

The come-from-behind team is moving again.

Tello hands off to McCullough.

He sweeps to the strong side for a gain of five.

Hayden snares the pass, breaks the tackle, touchdown!

Three seconds on the clock... Two, one.

The Bulldogs come from behind to win!

Hi, sweetheart. Eddie, the sign on the door said to please knock.

Oh, well, if I'm too old to read that, why worry about me?

I just came by to tell the mother hen to have her chicks come down to room four...

- soon as they put their feathers on. - Eddie, they are very tired.

I need to build these girls up from scratch, okay?

I'll tell 'em.

Hi, Belle. How'd you like the game?

I don't watch games. I watch newspapers.

And you haven't been getting these girls enough publicity. I'm trying, I'm trying.

The whole routines are sloppy. It's not the same with only six girls.

- I'm screening applicants. - I sent you two. Both of them should have been fine.

Well, you're not the sole judge, Mrs. Asher.

Although your son obviously has a great eye for beauty.

Oh, Timothy. I'll talk to you later.

What are you doing here, Tasker?

I want to see Mary Anne.

Well, she's not here. She hasn't been here all week. Now, she must have quit.

You're just saying that to keep me away from her.

I'm not lying. She's gone. Nobody knows where.

Now, don't hang around this room or I'll have to call Security.

Bad news, ladies. Eddie Cobb needs publicity pictures.

Room four, as soon as you can dress and dry your hair.

Hey, come on. I'm sorry, but that's it.

I'll see you all at practice on Tuesday. Oh, come...

What are you doing in here?

"Woe to ye purveyors of sin.

Take your dancing girls and begone or they shall be destroyed one by one."

Charlie, what is all this stuff?

It all has to do with our case, Angels.

Our client is Dan Abner, owner of the Bulldogs football team.

He received that first note a week after he introduced...

eight cheerleaders to entertain the fans.

You can't please everyone. Abner didn't expect to.

That's why he ignored those notes until he got a third one just before the game.

Bosley? "To ignore the warnings of the Lord is foolhardy.

The wanton lady who assists you in your wickedness shall also perish."

That doesn't sound any worse than the other ones.

Well, the third note makes reference to a specific person...

The young lady in charge of these cheerleaders,

Beverly Casey, a former beauty queen.

Now, she was supposed to meet Abner and some friends after the game for a drink,

and she never showed.

"The wanton lady who assists you."

Exactly. Three notes, three girls disappear.

Your job is to find out what happened to them.

Sabrina, weren't you a former cheerleader?

Oh, well, I mean, I was a high school cheerleader.

It doesn't matter. You only have to act like you know what you're talking about.

I've arranged with Abner for you to take over Beverly Casey's job.

Charlie, what about us?

You don't... We're... We're not gonna be cheerleaders?

I certainly hope so.

But you'll have to get those jobs without any help from me.

Charlie, you don't mean we have to try out?

Afraid so, Angels. Dan Abner drinks a lot and he talks a lot.

And if he should accidentally blow Sabrina's cover,

I want two of you on the scene that even he doesn't know about.

Well, I mean, we don't even know the routines.

Of course not. But with Sabrina in charge,

I have no doubt you'll be steamed up in no time.

Uh-oh. I think we're in trouble. I think so too.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Turn, two, three, clap. Turn, two, three, clap. Knee.

- Kick. Higher! Kick. - Knee. Knee.

Higher! Knee.

Higher. Knee.

Kick. Oh, come on.

Are you going to quit in the middle of your audition tomorrow?

No audition can be this tough. Let me ask you a question.

How do you know all these routines?

I've been watching films of the Bow-Wows' routines all morning.

- The Bow-Wows? - The Bow-Wows.

The team is the Bulldogs. The cheerleaders are the Bow-Wows.

Oh. How adorable.

I built the stadium 10 years ago.

That's very impressive, Mr. Abner.

It seats a hundred thousand. Oh?

And to think, one of them could be a crackpot

that might scare away half our crowd.

- If word got out that someone was grabbing our girls... - I understand, sir.

Well, the public might think he'll plant a bomb next. And who knows?

He just might. Well, he might, but I don't think he will.

He seems to be concentrating strictly on your cheerleaders. Yeah.

Don't think I don't feel guilty picking these new kids today...

without telling 'em what's been going on.

Try not to worry about it too much, Mr. Abner.

I will keep a very close eye on them.

Now tell me. Do I get a vote in the decision today?

No, just Belle Asher helps me decide. Ah.

Belle's an agent. Oh.

She brought me the idea of starting this group

last month. I signed her on as an adviser.

Mm-hmm. Well, does she know what's been happening lately?

No, Belle just pays attention to getting her 10%...

and keeping her wimpy son away from the girls. I see.

Tell me, Mr. Abner, how do you choose the right girls?

Oh, I have no particular yardstick. I like all different types.

Long as they don't fuss with their hair. Aha.

That's a sure sign they're not paying attention to their dancing.

That's a very good point. Yeah.

Excuse me. Sure.

Who are you? Oh, uh, Larry.

Uh, Fred has the flu. The flu.

Well, Fred knows I like that music loud.

Oh, yeah.

You experienced at this? Oh, yes, sir. I studied at Juilliard.

Uh, that's, uh, before I studied electronics.

Yeah.

Miss Duncan. Mm-hmm.

Afternoon, Belle. Abner.

This is Miss Duncan. She's taking Beverly's place. How do you do?

I heard Beverly went to Hollywood for a job.

Who told you that?

Casting agents hear everything, Abner.

Who are those two girls on the end?

Well, they applied this morning. They say they know all the routines.

My clients are at the other end. I don't see how we'll do any better.

Well, let's get on with it. Sure. If you'll excuse me, I'll get the girls going.

Ladies, if you would, would you form your lines, please? You two just fall right in.

Could I have a word with you two?

Uh, listen. The big boss has a thing about hair.

Just, uh, flip your hair around and he'll love you. Do you think so?

Oh, yeah. Hey, thanks.

Oh, you're welcome. It's nothing, really.

♪♪

♪♪

We've decided on the two girls on the end.

May I talk to you two, please? Come here.

Uh, girls. Girls. Girls, girls.

Listen, um... Oh, come on. Don't be sad.

I think maybe I could have given you a little wrong advice. I'm sorry.

But I know they're be a couple of places open probably within the week,

really, really soon and they're yours, they're yours.

Really? Yes, they are. They're yours.

Thank you. All right. Okay. All right. So long.

Bye-bye.

Ah! I can't breathe.

Who's going to buy a ticket to watch us breathe?

Everybody, let's just get up on the field.

Let the photographers get a couple of shots of everybody with the two new girls,

and the quicker we get up there the quicker we'll get back down here.

So everybody out. Let's go.

I don't think I'm all in this. I don't think we're supposed to be.

I knew you wouldn't let me down, Sam.

Only for you, Eddie. Only for you.

I mean, I've been to this stadium a thousand

times, but never to interview pussycats.

Bow-Wows! Try to remember that, Sam. Bow-Wows.

Come on. Your readers are gonna love 'em.

All right, ladies. Number one, please, for the man.

There you are. Everybody smile. Okay.

Okay. Go to number two now. There you are.

Very nice.

Okay, change, please.

Number four.

Four, four.

Mary Anne.

Mary Anne.

Just... That's it. That's it.

Okay. All right. All right. Have you gotten everything you need?

Yeah, it's good. You got it all?

Okay, all right. Everybody stop. Gunga Din, now.

Cocktails. Here we go. All right!

- Give me a drink. - Be careful. Don't spill it.

Well, Eddie, it's about time.

Miss Duncan, I want you to meet my oldest and dearest friend, Sam Braham.

- How do you do? I've always enjoyed your column. - Thank you.

Sam promised to mention the new girls in his column.

Wonderful. Can he meet them?

Sure. I'll be right back.

Lovely girl, isn't she? Yeah, they're all lovely.

Easy does it. Everybody got one?

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Thank you. Oh, got a couple of extras.

All right, all right. No. No charge for this. I'll take out of...

Girls... Miss Garrett, Miss Munroe, this is Mr. Braham.

He's going to write a story about you.

No Kidding? Oh, that's terrific.

I was hoping I could clip something out and send it home to my folks.

I been telling them I been doing real good here,

but, well, I think if they saw my name in print, they'd believe it a whole lot more.

- Uh, where is down home? - Atlanta.

Oh? Home of old 44.

Forty-four?

Hank Aaron. He was 44.

Oh, well, see I mostly just hung out with the younger crowd.

Uh, I suppose, uh, you're from New York and you never heard of Joe Namath?

Well, actually, I almost went out with Mr. Namath once.

But I canceled the date. I went to a horse show instead.

Well, uh, then you really are from New York.

Oh, Philadelphia. But I hated to shop there.

However, my family was terribly sports-minded. Are you into skeet?

Skeet? No, no. I never, uh, write about sports where they can shoot back at me.

Uh, tell me, uh, Miss Garrett,

uh, why'd you take a job like this?

Oh, well, to change my image.

You see, I lost out on a few wonderful picture parts.

The producers thought I was too aloof.

Well, they can, uh, hardly say that now, can they? Hardly.

Well, thank you very much, ladies.

Uh, I think I have enough for that mention that I promised Eddie.

Well, Mr. Braham, you sound like you'd rather have your two front teeth pulled.

Nothing against you girls personally, believe me.

But I've spent my whole life covering sports,

and I like it hard and simple, no frills.

This is a chorus line, you know.

But, uh, not that you're not absolutely all adorable,

but I'd much rather meet you at a church social.

Uh, at a church social.

Are you a religious man, Mr. Braham?

Well, I've been known to pray at a crucial extra point. Thanks, girls.

Good-bye. Yes, bye-bye.

Well, it doesn't look like Mr. Braham is one of our bigger boosters.

No, but at least he didn't hide his feelings. Mm-mmm.

Neither does that nut who's been writing those religious notes.

You're the reason Mary Anne ain't here.

What? You took her place.

They got rid of Mary Anne, and you took her place.

Now listen, mister. I don't know you.

And I don't have any idea what you're talking about.

Dan Abner did this to torment me.

He got rid of Mary Anne and hired you.

Why would Dan Abner want to torment you?

He's still sore about that Cleveland game.

Everybody's sore, 'cause I missed that tackle.

Everybody except Mary Anne.

She said we all make mistakes.

And she's right. We all do.

But you're making a mistake right now if you

think I had anything to do with her leaving.

Dan Abner... He cut me, and then he cut Mary Anne.

Don't dwell on that.

Or on the fact that Mary Anne isn't here anymore.

You look like you haven't slept in days.

You go home now and... And get some rest. Okay?

- Miss Allison? Sergeant Webb, Homicide. - Homicide?

Want to ask you a few questions about your

ex-boyfriend we found stuffed under your sink.

Do you mind?

Thanks, Sarge. I only wish you'd come a few minutes earlier when I was really scared.

Who's the skyscraper? An ex-Bulldog ready for the pound.

Not our man though. He's trying to find one of those missing girls too.

I'll tell you about it on the way home. Why should I ride home with you?

I want you to help me get that ex-boyfriend out from under my sink.

Ah, that's right.

I didn't know jumping around could mess up a person's hair so much.

Huh. That's what used to bother Mary Anne.

She's the girl who quit last week.

Only it's just as well. The Big Belle was out to have her fired anyway.

What's the big bell? Not what, who.

She's that lady agent you auditioned for.

She handles most of us and gets us these jobs for exposure.

Hmm. Mighty exposing too.

Why'd she want to get rid of Mary Anne?

Mary Anne double-crossed her.

She told Belle she wanted her to handle her, but she didn't sign a contract.

When Belle got her the job here, she told Belle to get lost.

Belle didn't like that one little bit.

Well, where's this Mary Anne now? I don't know.

Nobody seems to know.

Even that big boyfriend of hers keeps coming around here looking for her.

Need a ride downtown?

No, thanks.

I think it's nigh on time I got myself an agent.

See you, Kris. Bye.

No calls, Mother.

Uh, excuse me. Is Mrs. Asher hereabouts?

Thank the good Lord, no.

Uh, I mean, she just stepped out.

Oh. Well, would it be all right if I just waited for a few minutes?

Oh, sure. Sure.

You sit right down and be comfortable. Thank you.

I'm Timothy. I'm Mrs. Asher's son.

- Oh, I know. I saw you at the audition. - And you still remember me?

Well, it was just a couple of days ago. I know.

But a girl like you must see a lot of guys every day.

I mean, you know a lot of guys, huh?

Well, not a whole lot. Some.

You like to go out?

Well, sure. Don't you?

When I have time.

I have to study a lot.

Oh? Well, what are you studying? Theology.

Oh, that's nice.

Uh-uh. Been kicked out of three seminaries.

Uh, bad grades?

Bad behavior.

You know what I mean?

Oh, well, it's real nice that you have a calling.

It's not what's calling me.

It's my mother pushing me.

She figures I should do all the praying while she does all the sinning.

You know what I mean?

Oh, well, I can certainly understand why you wouldn't like that arrangement.

You bet I don't.

Um, listen, how do you feel about your mother handling all them cheerleaders?

I could handle them...

a lot better.

Oh, and have you... I mean, have you gone out with any of them...

or picked them up, so to speak?

Timothy!

You'd better have come to see me, young lady. Oh, I did, I did.

See, I've been looking for an agent, and the girls told me that you were very good.

I can be...

for a girl who's willing to work very hard and take my advice straight down the line.

Well, that's just what I need too... some good advice.

Well, let me think it over. I've been burned

recently by a girl I thought I could trust.

From now on I'm going to be very careful that the people I select aren't... phony.

Well, ma'am, I can certainly understand that.

But I'd just be much obliged if you'd even consider it.

Well, let me think it over.

Oh.

Thank you.

Down.

Tonight's ceremony is to mark the beginning of your redemption.

As I have told you,

the Good One found me...

and delivered me out of a life of prostitution.

I, too, only lived on bread...

and wore sackcloth for days on end.

But it was only when my ego-bleached hair was shorn...

that I began to accept the Good One...

as my guide to salvation.

The lady cutting away your earthly bonds has learned well,

as you will learn.

Then you will teach the others.

Already two more have taken your sinful place.

But they will be with us soon.

Very soon.

The starting backfield tonight: at quarterback, Rick McCullough;

at right half, Jim Payder; at fullback, Cy Hurth.

Chop-chop. Let's go. Time to go. Who lost a sandal?

There you go. Don't forget your pom-poms. Mm-hmm.

You two stay here a minute. I want to check your new outfits.

What's wrong? Something not showing? Listen.

Dan Abner got another one of those notes this afternoon.

Oh, great. So far, every note means another girl disappears.

I still think it's Belle Asher's creepy son.

I told Charlie you wanted to talk to him alone.

He said, "All right," but he didn't like it.

That's just it, Bree. He's never alone.

He's always parked next to that mountain of a mother.

Well, Charlie's found a mountain mover.

Who?

Bosley. He's on the job. Get your pom-poms.

Poor thing. Let's go.

Mm-hmm. Let's go. Catch.

Costello looks downfield.

It's complete to Hayden.

Zell charges off tackle for a gain of three.

Second down and seven. Excuse me.

These seats are reserved. Oh, of course. I wouldn't sit anywhere else.

No. Fine.

♪♪

Oh, they're looking good. You've done a nice job. Thank you, Eddie.

You see Sam Braham's column today? No, I haven't had a chance.

Oh, well, he mentioned the two newcomers,

and in a very nice way. That's wonderful.

How did you get him to do that, Eddie?

Well, uh, Sam and I go back a long ways.

He got me a job in the paper when I first came here.

Uh-huh. Well, it always helps to have friends, huh?

Yes, we all need help.

Payder bulldogs through the line for the T.D.

And that's what this team is all about.

It's the Bulldogs 20 and the Cougars 7.

Hi. Oh, hi.

Say, I need to get a biography on you, and

I should get it written as soon as possible.

What say we have some dinner after the game and you can give me some background?

Oh, shoot. Listen, I might have a date.

Might? Uh...

As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have a date.

Oh.

Listen, why don't we do it first thing in the morning. Would that be all right?

Sure, I'll call you. Okay, fine.

I like a career woman...

who puts that career first and foremost.

Well, I, uh...

certainly put my career first and foremost.

But tell me, how is it that I never heard of your agency?

Oh, I never opened offices.

No, no. I very quietly handle one, two stars...

and try to keep a low profile.

No, I find that I operate much better this way.

What's that, uh, new girl's name? Uh, the brunette?

I want to talk to her. Uh, Kelly Garrett.

Why do you need to talk to her, Eddie?

I want to get a bio and all that after the game. Uh-huh.

Uh, you know you got a smudge on your jacket here.

Oh, well, that's printer's ink. I'll... I'll take care of it. Okay.

Uh, Kelly Garrett, you say? Right.

The final score is 21-7.

Tonight's victory moves the Bulldogs into a

tie for first place in the Western Division.

Good night, ladies and gentlemen. Drive safely and have a pleasant evening.

Well, that was exciting. It certainly was.

We're going out to talk business. So you take a cab straight home...

And I mean, straight home.

Here you go.

And I would think that, uh...

Well, I would think that you would do,

uh, just about anything to be with them,

no matter what your mama says.

Well, here we are.

Oh, well, uh, that's not exactly what I mean.

I would like to hear about the other times.

Never been any other time.

It's true.

Oh, I think a lot, and I stare a lot,

but Mother just never let me out of her sight...

Until tonight.

Oh, well...

Say, I think I'm gonna go freshen up just a little bit, if you'll excuse me.

Oh. I'll be right back.

Eddie, what are you doing here?

Your mother saw you leave with this girl. She asked me to follow you.

Townsend Associates.

Yeah, hi, Bree. Well, it looks like I got heartburn for nothing.

If this creep knows anything about those two girls disappearing,

uh, I think he'd be bragging about it by now.

Well, if that's what you think, you might as well dump him.

That might be a little difficult. He's awful fast on his feet.

You want us to come down with our "look who's here" routine?

- Thought you'd never offer. - We're on the way.

Eddie? Oh, hiya, sweetheart. The marines have landed.

Where's Timothy? Mama sent me to save the innocent lad.

Oh, you're kidding. No, no, no.

Part of my job is hushing up this kind of sordid mess.

Why don't you finish your coffee and I'll give you a ride home?

Actually, I'm waiting for some friends.

Oh, well, then, I'll, uh, wait with you, okay? All right.

You're sort of a jack-of-all-trades,

aren't you, Eddie? Have been, have been.

You always been in publicity?

No, this is my first job away from the City Room.

I even had my own column once.

Really?

Yeah, I love newspapers.

The feel of them...

the smell of them.

And the power.

You can influence so many people.

Here, I'll get you outside, get some air.

What's wrong? Oh, she has fainting spells. She'll be all right outside.

Well, you sure you can handle her by yourself? Very sure.

So that's it, Charlie. The waitress said Kris seem sick...

and that a man helped her out of the restaurant.

Belle Asher's son?

No, no. The waitress said that he left and another

man came in. It sounds like, uh, Eddie Cobb.

Cobb, huh?

I'm afraid this fits with a background check I just received on him.

Uh, he did work on newspapers with Sam Braham.

But he wasn't a sportswriter. He wrote a religious column...

until he had a very severe crack-up, and could be having another one.

We got his address out of the phone book. We're on our way to his apartment.

Good. But if he's not there, go see Sam

Braham at the Times. He's Eddie's best friend.

He might know where else to look. We're on the way.

Don't die. Please don't die. Please.

Oh, are you all right? Who...

Oh! Who are you?

Oh, you're all right. Thank God.

Who are you? Beverly.

Ohh. Beverly?

Beverly Casey?

From the Bow-Wows?

- Did Eddie bring me here? And you? - Mm-hmm.

- The other girls? - We're all here to serve the Good One.

The what?

Put this on. The Good One will be back shortly.

- Who's that? - Margo.

Beverly, what kind of a place is this?

I don't know. He keeps us here.

And when he's gone, is she the only one here?

I think we could take care of one wicked witch. But that witch is tough.

And she's been eating regularly and we haven't.

I don't even know what's been in the food. Don't worry.

I've been fed.

Pretty fed up with this too. Please, just don't try anything.

If they get angry they might kill us... all of us.

Please, just wear this and do whatever they say until help comes.

It's okay. It's okay. Besides, I don't look too good in brown.

Come on. It's all right.

Nothing but shirts and socks. Anything there?

No, nothing. He could have taken Kris anywhere.

Maybe we ought to go over to the Times and see that sportswriter. What's his name?

Sam Braham. Yeah.

Did you check this, Bree? What?

Oh, yeah, I looked through the pockets. There's nothing in...

Hey, wait a minute. That's the same stuff that Eddie had on his jacket sleeve.

He said it was printer's ink.

Come on. Let's go. Yeah.

This way.

Down.

You will find the path much smoother without resistance.

The only path I want is the path out of here.

That is not to be at this time.

But if you should try and succeed in getting away,

the Good One would take such an act...

as a sign that the Lord did not approve of his leniency.

We would promptly kill the others.

Down!

Down.

Printer's ink? No.

No, no reporter nowadays goes anywhere near a printing press.

Look, we really need some help here, Mr. Braham. I know.

Gee, I'm sure sorry about Eddie. I thought he was finally over it.

- Over what? - He had this kid sister he was crazy about.

He raised her himself, gave her everything.

Then one day she ran away, and Eddie nearly went wild trying to find her.

He spent a whole year searching for her in the drug scene and the call-girl joints.

He finally found her.

- Jane Doe in the morgue, O.D. - Ohh.

- Wow. - Yeah, Eddie really went off the deep end.

I mean, he started breaking into drug parties spouting Scripture.

He'd drag prostitutes away from their tricks, make them kneel on the pavement.

I was lucky to get him into a hospital before somebody knifed him.

How long ago was that? About three years.

I was working at the Chronicle then and when

he was released, I got him a job on the paper.

He still wrote the religious column, but

nothing wild. I mean, I was sure he was well.

Do you have any idea where he might have taken these girls?

I wish I could think of someplace.

But to tell you the truth,

Eddie and I haven't seen that much of each other since the Chronicle folded.

Even then, all we did mostly was play cards down at the plant.

- What's the plant? - Eddie was broke when he got out of the hospital,

so they let him use an empty office at the

printing plant the Chronicle had down on Main.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait. Printing plant?

There's your printer's ink.

You may raise your eyes.

Tonight, we are here to accept another

fallen sparrow into the comfort of our nest.

And tomorrow, there will be another... and more to follow.

- Don't be too sure, Eddie. - Silence!

She may speak.

On this first night, she may voice her fears and then be rid of them.

You're the one that should be afraid. Timothy saw you with me.

And certainly people saw you take me out of the restaurant. That doesn't matter now.

There's no longer a need to hide my mission here.

The Lord will protect me from those who would hinder my work.

And I shall send forth you and the others as examples of my accomplishments.

And now you must prepare yourself.

Her hair offends me.

Hey, now, wait a minute. Silence!

You will bow your head.

I'm not gonna bow my head to you or anybody else in this grease pit.

Come on. Let's get out of here!

Come on now. We gotta move!

Let's go. Let's go. Hurry.

Okay, be careful now. Watch your step.

Let's go.

Help 'em out. Got her?

Yeah! Come on. Come on.

Careful.

Take it easy. Come on. Come on.

Eddie's still inside.

Ah-ah-ah! Uh-uh. Kelly, watch her. Show me. Come on.

Eddie! Eddie, we want you to come with us. Come on. Let's get out of here.

Please, Good One, lead us out of the flames of purgatory.

Come on.

We'll take him down with the lady, but we'll need statements from all of you.

Okay.

I saved you?

You saved us, Eddie.

You saved all of us.

You sure Charlie said he'd call at 5:00?

Well, that was the message.

Maybe Charlie's getting thrifty all of a sudden. The rates go down after 5:00.

Good afternoon, ladies. You'll please pardon the intrusion,

but I have an important business call to make.

Not on line one, Bosley. We expect a call from Charlie. Oh, don't worry.

Charlie's intelligent enough to call back later if the line is busy.

- Bosley! - Ah, hello, hello.

This is Mr. John Bosley. I am the new

consultant with the Belle Asher Talent Agency.

Belle asked me to call you and close the deal on the Tahitian cruise.

As I understand it, uh, you wanted three beautiful girls for one week...

at $1,000 each?

Oh, no, no. No, of course not. There's no trouble at all.

As a matter of fact, I do have the three girls, and, uh, as a matter of fact,

they've all signed their own contracts and they're on their way back to you.

Oh, no, I didn't realize that.

You really wanted six girls. Six?

Uh, well, no, I don't know about that.

I mean, to find three more girls...

who could be ready to sail on such short notice.

Uh, look, uh, I do happen to have three

ladies in the office just at this very moment.

Look, why don't I put them on and let them talk to you themselves?

Hello. My name is Sabrina, and, uh,

my two friends and I just happened to drop by our agent... Mr. Bosley's office.

And it's just a wonderful coincidence,

because we certainly do love to travel.

Well, my friend is absolutely right.

Uh, my name is Kelly.

And I especially love that, uh, warm, tropical climate.

Oh! Oh, I'm... I'm Kris.

I love all kinds of climates, so I'll go anywhere.

I'm Charlie, and I love all three of you.

Relax, Angels. You've earned this vacation trip as a bonus.

So pack your sarongs and bon voyage.